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Synopsis: Soccer mom begins to give in.








Sarah couldn't believe that she was actually doing this. She'd always been the
quiet conservative
type, and here she was, with no bra on, her short black dress, obscene insults
written on her chest,
and her lower half wrapped in quik-wrap, waiting to meet him.
 
Thinking back on how she got into this mess, she'd been a typical bored soccer
mom of 2, content
to keep the house as her husband wished, and ferry the kids to & fro. 38, still
with a decent figure
some nice C cups from breastfeeding, they sagged some, but that's what the
wonder bra was for. Light
reddish brown hair to her shoulder, and a mild complexion, she'd never
considered herself a knock-out
but she would still turn a head or two. Except Al's. To Al, pretty much all
they were was room-mates.
10 hour days and business trips left her a single mom a great deal of the time.
And their sex life
was non-existent. She'd worried he might be having an affair, and tried to
spice things up, but
he didn't seem to notice. Day to day boredom led to web surfing, including some
adult sites, which
gradually led to bondage sites. Sarah had never really tried anything like this
before, but after
reading some bondage fiction, found herself soaked. Soon, she was reading bdsm
fiction daily, with
numerous intense maturbation sessions aftewards. Some of these stories
referenced online chats with
others with similar bdsm interests. Sarah gave these a try, and found some of
these authors online,
and willing to discuss her fantasies with her. One particularly imaginative
author frequently chatted
with her, with it eventually becoming a daily thing. His words never failed to
make her wet, though
embarassing her at the same time. It started normally enough, with this
conversation
 
      Dom-line: Sarah, would you like a story about what I'd like to do to you,
with you as the
              star character?
 
      SubSarah: Very much sir. You know what I like.
 
      Dom-line: What are you willing to do to earn it?
 
      SubSarah: Earn it? I don't understand sir.
 
      Dom-line: You interest me Sarah, but I want to see if you're serious. If
you are, and
              you want me to continue chatting with you, I want a picture of
you. A nude picture.
              Now, in the interests of your modesty, it can be from the lips
down, so it's not
              obvious who the photo is of.
 
      SubSarah: I don't know if I can do this. It's a turn on, but I don't know
if I can make
                myself do it.
 
      Dom-line: Yes or no, I want an answer now.
 
      SubSarah: .................yes.
 
      Dom-line: Excellent. Here's what I want. Use your digital camera to take
this picture. You,
              completely nude, except for a pair of black high heels, lying on
your back, legs spread
              with the word "whore" written on your stomach in red lipstick.
You may cover your
              face above your mouth. I also want you spreading your cunt lips
for the camera.
 
      SubSarah: .....yes...sir, I'll try my best.
 
      Dom-line: Don't try you useless cow, do it.
 
Sarah had sent the picture, just like he had asked. Spread and naked like that,
she hadn't been able to
help herself, coming sloppily several times. The chatting continued for months,
with more requests
for pictures, and more verbal humiliation and fantasy play. One day, he put in
another, more in-depth
request.
 
      Dom-line: Sarah, it's time we meet. The things you fantasize about would
be much more intense
              for you in reality. I won't make you do anything you don't want
to do, and if
              you don't enjoy it, then you never have to hear from me again.
 
      SubSarah: I'm scared to sir. I'm scared I might like it. And how do I
know you won't hurt
                me?
 
      Dom-line: If you want to keep up our daily chats, I'm not giving you a
choice.
 
      Dom-line: Here are your instructions. If you haven't already showered
today, don't. You
              might want to eat and drink lightly today as well. Tonight when
your limp-dick
              husband gets home, I don't care what it takes, I want you to fuck
him. Beg if
              necessary. Just make sure he cums inside you. Once he's finished
with your cunt
              wait until he's asleep, then go to your kitchen, and get some
quik-wrap (Saran-style).
              I want you to wrap your pussy in it. Start at your belly button,
wrapping around,
              around your thighs, and make yourself a diaper out of it. I want
at least 5 layers
              around that greasy cunt, and don't you spill a drop of cum doing
it. Once your
              diaper is finished, put on normal sleep clothes and go to bed.
I'll contact you
              tomorrow to finish your directions. Do NOT unwrap yourself, or
I'm finished with
              you. You may not go to the bathroom once you're wrapped. Hold it.
 
With that, he signed off.
 
"This is weird, but a turnon to have someone control me" Sarah thought. The
thought of binding
herself like this made her fantasize about Dom-line binding her tightly
himself, and then using
her. She was scared, but she was going to do it, and follow her master's
orders.
 
And she did. Al didn't want her, but she kept on, begging like ordered, until
he finally gave in.
She was turned on more by the fact that she begged like a sex-hungry slut than
the actual sex, but
she followed her instructions to the letter. The diaper was tight and
uncomfortable, and as she soon
discovered, very hot. The heat and discomfort made it a long sleepless night,
but as soon as Al
and the kids were gone the next day, she ran to the computer.
 
      Dom-line: Did you follow your orders whore?
 
      SubSarah: Yessir, exactly as you asked.
 
      Dom-line: How does it feel whore?
 
      SubSarah: Tight, and very very hot. I hope you'll let me shower before
you take me sir,
              I'm afraid I'll smell...down there.
 
      Dom-line: We'll see what you privileges you earn. Here's the rest of your
instructions. I
              want you to wear a short black evening dress, and the your
tallest pair of black
              high heels. You wear your diaper for panties, and no bra. Let
those big tits
              bounce for me. I want you to apply heavy makeup, I want you made
up like the
              cheap whore you are. Go especially heavy on the eye makeup, and
lip stick. Also,
              I want you to use lipstick on your nipples, coat them throughly,
and I want you
              to use a fine tub (red) to write S L U T on the inside of your
right tit (vertically)
              and S L A V E on the inside of your left. With your dress on, the
writing shouldn't
              show unless the top 3 buttons are all undone. Do you understand?
 
      SubSarah: yessir. I'm very nervous about being recognized. Do I have to
do this? In public?
     
      Dom-line: Stupid cow, you don't have a choice. Meet me at noon at WC
Gambill, the restaurant
              in the Simon hotel. Stand and wait, I'll meet or send for you
when I want you.
 
Sarah got ready as instructed, and though she was soaked, and needed to pee
badly, didn't unwrap herself.
Her hands were shaking as she went to the WC Gambill, and now she waited for
him to meet her.
Her dress, coupled with the heels and makeup had already led to numerous
stares, and each one embarassed
her, but also turned her on a little more. Her lip-coated nippled pressed
against her dress, making
her look even more like a cheap whore.
 
"Ms. Whore??" queried a waiter.
 
"What!!!!" Sarah yelped.
 
"I'm sorry, a gentleman paid me to approach you, and ask Ms. Whore to join him
at table 12. I didn't mean
any insult, I was just doing as he instructed. My apologies for calling you a
Whore, he said it
was your name" the waiter stammered.
 
Now really blushing, Sarah mumbled it was ok, and joined her master at table
12. He was a normal
looking man, not especially handsome, but attractive nonetheless. Sarah was a
little disappointed
he didn't look like a movie star, like he did in her fantasies.
 
"That blush matches your hair lovely, my slut" said Dom-line.
 
"thank you sir. May I sit down?" whispered Sarah.
 
"Yes you may. We won't be here long though. I've got big plans for you" replied
Dom-line.
 
Sarah eased down into the chair, the diaper wrap making movement slow, and
keeping pressure on her
bladder.
 
"I'm going to test you today Sarah, and see if you're worth using. Put this on"
He slid a simple
dog collar across the table to her.
 
She was horrified, but after a brief hesitation, did as he instructed.
 
"Now, undo your top 3 buttons, I want to see if you followed orders".
 
What am I doing she was thinking as she unfastened them. I'm like his robot.
Nonetheless, she
undid the buttons, showing off his insults (and most of her breasts).
 
"Excellent, now, follow me". He got up from the table, and walked out from the
restaurant,
through the front, giving most of the crowd a view of poor Sarah, collared,
with tits spilling out
trying to keep up. She followed him into the elevator, and as soon as she
stepped inside, he
spun her around, and shoved her against the wall. He pinned her wrists, and
cuffed them tightly, and
bit lightly on her neck. He then gave her a sharp swat to her padded ass, and
stepped away. He
unlocked the room, and led her inside. He sat her down in a chair, and
presented a bottle of water.
 
"Drink this, now". He put it to her lip, and made her drink.
 
"I can't drink it all, I already have to pee!!!" He was unrelenting, and
eventually got her to down
the whole bottle. The urge to pee was becoming overwhelming at this point. With
her still seated,
he slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. He then produced a belt,
which he slid under
her tits, and bound her tightly to the chair. Next came a ball gag, she didn't
even get to say anything
before he shoved it into her mouth. Only a few garbled compliants could be
heard.
 
"Now, I have a very simple task for you Sarah. I want you to piss yourself. I
know it'll be hard, but
I'm going to whip your tits with this riding crop until you do."
With that, he sharply slapped her right tit. The pain was terrible, and Sarah
was shaking her
head no when he hit the left tit. She screamed into the gag as the torture
continued, until at
last (after the 4th lash of each), she loosened her bladder and pissed herself
for him.
 
"Excellent my dear, I see you're starting to understand. Things are about to
get a lot more enjoyable
for you". He relased the belt, and stood her up. He removed the ball gag, and
began to kiss her passinately.
He kneaded, and rubbed her sore tits, making her forget the pain. Leaving her
cuffed and standing,
he stripped down naked, and sat down in the chair, and slid her dress the rest
of the way off her body. She stood before him in
only her collar, heels, and diaper. He took the scissors, and began to cut away
the quik-wrap.
Sarah was humiliated by the smell of the sweat, cum, and piss which sprang
forth, but before she
could apologize, he touched her lips, and said.
 
"It's ok, I don't mind your stench. Now, before you earn my dick, you have to
work for it. I want you
to hump my leg like the little horn-dog you are. You'll hump it, until you cum.
Straddle my leg, and
get to work whore".
 
Numb, and in a fog of lust, Sarah lowered her crotch to his leg, and began to
slide back and forth
on it. The smell of her pussy was terrible, but a slap to her tits got her
moving faster. Soon,
Sarah's natural lubrication joined the smells, as she humped like the fucktoy
he knew she was. Sarah
rode his leg for what seemed like forever, but was only about 30 minutes.
Finally, with a gush, and
some low moans, she came for him. Without a word, he eased her off his leg,
onto her knees.
 
"Now, lick up the mess you left on my leg, you filthy slut".
 
"WHAT!!! No, I can't, I can't lick that, it's disgusting!!!". The crop caught
her right nipple,
pulling forth another scream. A 2nd shot to the left nipple brought her tongue
to his leg. She
wasn't sure what tasted worse, and retched a dozen times, but finally, Sarah
licked up the last of
the cum, piss, sweat, and her husband's thickly clotted wad, which coated her
master's leg. The taste
was terrible, and the thought of what she was eating sickened her. She couldn't
believe that
for this man she'd known for an hour, she was eating a mix of piss, sweat, and
cum. What would she
do for him next???
 
(I'm a first time author, looking for any feedback that's out there. I have
several more ideas for
Sarah's torment, if anyone is interested. Any feedback would be appreciated).
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