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Subject: {ASSM} My Slow Descent Into Total Submission - Part 2 (F/M, femdom, light cbt, light bd, milking)
Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 18:10:07 -0500
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Dear all,

This is my first story ever posted to a NewsGroup. I have written it because
a woman called Karen demanded that I do so. I am not an English native
speaker, so I do apologize beforehand for any errors that might result from
my limited grasp of the English language, and I do apologize for any
misinterpretations this might cause. I hope you will enjoy it.
This is quite a lenghty story, containing several chapters - this is Chapter
2. Comments or suggestions are welcome at mammofile@hotmail.com. The first 5
chapters are already finished, but I value any input you might be willing to
share with me.
Mammofile, 25 March, 2002
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My Slow Descent Into Total Submission - Part 2
By Mammofile

So you've already established that you can make me cum more than I want to.
So you've already proven that you're much stronger than me, that you can
give me an erection even when I'm trying to resist being turned on by your
exquisite presence.
So you've already had me prove my love and devotion to you by making me eat
my own cum. Hell, you've even had me lick it off from a tennis ball!
So you've had me wanking myself while crushing my balls between the base of
my hand and a tennis ball. In doing so, you've discovered that you can add
pain to my excitement, and get away with it...
You've inflicted physical pain on me, and I took it, no complaints, loving
you like I do, for ever.

So you've planted the first seeds of my emotional pain, you've humiliated
me, you've started emasculating me by having me degrade myself.

You know that you should feel sorry, but instead it turns you on. Big time.
And, having the devilish mind that you have, you're wondering how far you
can take this.

I've proven my unquestioning and unconditional love to you. But the love
that you feel for me, makes you afraid of losing me. You don't ever want to
loose me. You want to make sure of that. You want to control me, own me, and
dominate me completely.

You're afraid that other women lust for me, and being an attractive and
potent man, with a big dick and good social skills, you fear that I still
might succumb to the charms of other women, possibly influenced by the macho
talk I exchange with my friends when we're out with the boys...

You don't want that. You want to make sure that never happens. And being as
inventive as you are, your plans are made. You're on a mission, and you're
going to go very far, but taking it one step at a time, so I can get used to
it.

You want absolute and everlasting proof of my love and devotion to you. And
you want to make sure that this devotion is 100% exclusive. You want to make
sure that whenever I think of sex, I think of you. You want to control my
mind and my body, by making sure that I won't even be able to think of
another woman, let alone fantasise about having sex with her. So you have to
make me feel less like a man.

The brainwashing will continue, the physical and emotional conditioning will
continue. Until you're satisfied, and not sooner.

A couple of weeks go by, and our Saturday ritual of milking and cum-draining
continues. You play your role so well.

Little by little, you're cutting me off fucking you. Sure it's hard for you
as well, but you're not telling me. In fact, you don't know how long you'll
be able to stay dry like that, because your cunt needs a good fucking every
day.
But now you're portraying it like sex with me is a "wife duty" you only do
or allow because you love me so much. And you're making me thank you for it
every time, extensively.

At that point, you always say degrading things like "if only you were a real
man, then I would enjoy having sex with you, I would enjoy being fucked".
That thought scares me, it makes me feel insecure.

You're no longer sucking me (evil you!), because you've told me that there's
nothing in it for you, no pleasure in swallowing my useless cock. "From now
on", you tell me, "you'll only get blowjobs on special occasions, birthdays,
or when I'm in a very good mood".
The blowjobs (you so much like to give me) have become a rare privilege, and
you make me thank you for every time you were so loving and caring as to
perform this act, in order to please me. I express my gratitude a thousand
times.

At that point, you're telling me "if only you had a real cock, a good one,
my god would I enjoy sucking you off. I would swallow it all". That thought
scares me, it makes me feel insecure...

Still you want to make sure that I'm milked, and drained from all my cum. So
although you've been cutting me off fucking and sucking, you still want to
make very sure that I won't look anywhere else. My balls must be empty at
all times!

So you explain to me that, even though I'm not a real man, I'm your husband
and it's your duty as a wife to keep me satisfied. You masturbate me to
drain me, and that's all. And I thank you for it, my love.

Now, sometimes I also meet women, professionally, clients, customers, etc.
So you decide that the draining is to take place every day from now on. You
start masturbating me every morning, afternoon and evening. Sometimes you
even wake me up at night just to milk me dry. (And when you know that I'm
completely drained and sound asleep, you'll take a huge dildo and fuck
yourself senseless with it, wondering how long you'll be able to endure this
ordeal of not getting fucked).

By now I'm not complaining at all anymore, I don't even beg you to spare me.
You're my wife, I love you so much, and I'm grateful for every orgasm you
provide. You realise that it's time to go a little bit further, emotionally
as well...

So you start really complaining about the masturbation sessions that "I'm
asking you to perform" (as if it was my idea, you evil bitch!), and I start
feeling more and more guilty about each wank you give me.

Every time you want to drain me some more, you avoid anything even remotely
sexual, as if it's really heavy duty. Before each session (at least twice or
three times a day, more on weekends) you always say things like "OK then
darling, let's get rid of some more of that cum".

At every odd hour you just come to me, regardless of what I'm doing (on the
phone, fixing something, watching television, working behind my computer),
you unzip me, unromantically grab my (already erect) cock and you say things
like "let's milk some more of that filthy stuff out, shall we?".

And then each time I come, you're saying things like "yuck, disgusting", or
"now look at the mess you've made", or, when you're more cheerful, "there
you go boy, let that filthy mess come out, that's it"...

I'm taking it all like a man (am I still a man? Not a real man, not a
complete man, not a fully functional man, that's for sure). I'm swallowing
everything gullibly, now why on earth would I ever question my beloved wife,
the woman of my dreams?

I'm no longer thinking of fucking you at all (although you think or even
fear that I'm secretly harbouring ideas to go fuck somewhere else. Wrong,
Karen, how could I? I have no more sperm left, I only think of you when I
think about sex, and I don't even see myself as a (great) lover anymore!).

I see my cock as incomplete, unfit to please any woman. I see my cum as
something filthy, something sticky, something disgusting. It makes me all
the more thankful that you want to make me cum sooooo often!

I am so truly grateful for the fact that you tolerate my big dick and my
filthy mess...
You realise this, so you move on to take it yet a little further, one step
at the time...

It's about five weeks after our first milking session now, and you've made a
habit of having me lick me sperm off your hand, or from my hand. "That's it,
cumsucker, eat that filthy stuff of yours, it's your mess so you clean it
up".

Sometimes, in the mornings when I've had the (rare) chance of recuperating a
little bit, my cock sprays cum a bit more powerfully (like you're used to,
the way you like so much to be sprayed all over by my big discharge). And
when it sprays, it often ends up on your legs, your skirt, your sweater,
etc... (most of the time you're fully clothed nowadays). Whenever this
happens, you become a little "angry" and tell me "now look what a disgusting
mess you made, clean it up now boy" and I always do what you ask me.

I've really gotten used to eating my cum, I'm starting to really enjoy it, I
even recognise the variations of taste of my cum, e.g. after I've had supper
containing garlic.

So I've become quite the cumsucker, and you're having me repeat that every
day, more often than not. You're even calling me your "darling little
cumsucker", as if it was something nice and friendly.

In just a couple of weeks, you've managed to turn me into an avid cumsucker.
You don't even have to tell me to "clean up my mess", I do it automatically.

Another thing you've been doing to me these past few weeks, if anal
penetration. Of course the first week I managed to cum quite often, but
after a week of constant and frequent milking it became more and more
difficult.

Whenever you see that my cock doesn't achieve full erection, you laugh and
make fun of it. "Well boy, it seems like you have a "little" problem huh?
You're useless, you'd better not show it to anyone else or they'll
disrespect you".

And then you insert a finger in my arse, without lubrication. You don't even
touch my cock, you put a finger in my arse and say things like "Oh of
course, I forgot, darling, you can't get a hard-on unless your arse is
filled. Poor boy. Here, I'll finger you".
The fact that you're calling it "fingering my ass" discomforts me, it's way
too feminine a description. (Have I stopped being a real man? Have I stopped
being a man all together?)... I don't like that thought, but it arouses me as
well. I love your delicate finger up there. It makes me feel complete. I
love you for this sacrifice!

While you're poking my arse, fingering it, you grab my (now fully) erect
cock and start wanking, while yawning, telling me, absent-mindedly: "you can
never thank me enough for this, cumsucker, for all the things I have to
endure and do in order to keep you satisfied. A finger lodged in your dirty,
smelly ass, and wanking that useless dick of yours until it discharges its
filthy little puddle".

"I mean, I'd like to be fucked, by a real man with a real dick that is, but
of course you're not up to this, are you, my darling little cumsucker? You
like a finger up your ass too much, don't you boy'?

"Thank you for your patience, my Darling", I tell you, "thanks for putting
up with me, thank you for not fucking a real man out of sheer love for me,
ooohhh!!"
(I'm saying it like that because now I FEEL so insecure, I'm afraid that you
will fuck other men, real men, with real cocks unlike me, and that scares me
shitless).

And there I go again, for the 8th time that day. You smirk (thinking to
yourself: you just wait and see about not fucking anyone else...), and then
you start feeding me my cum from your hand, still fingering my ass...

I clean it up, and I also lick your fingers clean after you've left my arse;
I lick my own shit (o my god, has it come so far? I can't believe my own
darling wife is actually feeding me own cum and shit on a daily basis. What
has happened to me these past 4 or 5 weeks, since my wife started draining
me like that?!).

After 5 weeks, you start giving me the impression that you're really bored.
You start smearing your shit-covered finger all over my face, smearing my
cum over my face. And then you tell me that from now on, things are going to
change a little bit.

I'm curious... What will happen? Will we resume our great sexlife of fucking
and sucking? Oh yes!!

No. Not by a long shot.
"I won't masturbate you anymore", you tell me.
((I don't know if I like that thought. Maybe I'm scared of fucking you? And
besides, what's the alternative?))

"I won't put my finger in your arse anymore", you tell me.
((I feel scared, your finger (or fingers) in my ass now feel so comfortable,
so right. I NEED them! These last few weeks I haven't been able to achieve
erection without your fingers poking my arse... Or should I feel happy,
because having your wife's finger up your arse all the time is not sane, not
normal? And, once again: what's the alternative? What's next?))

"Mind you, I still love you very much" you tell me (and you mean it more
than ever!), it's just that I'm growing tired of "having" to wank you so
often, my arms are tired... And your arsehole is always so dirty and smelly,
even when you lick my fingers clean I can't get rid of that smell..."

"So from now on, you'll just have to masturbate yourself, and regarding your
arse you like to be fucked in that much, I have a surprise my love..."

You open a drawer and give me a parcel. It's heavy. I open it, thanking you
in advance, and it contains a rather big black dildo, veined, realistic, 7
inches long and pretty thick.

I thank you for it. And, much to my surprise, I truly AM thankful! ((What
are you turning me into, my evil wife I somehow adore now more than ever?)).

"Since I know how much you want it up the ass, and since you're virtually
impotent when it's not filled, I bought you this present. From now on, you
are to use it EVERY time we have sex."
((It's strange, but when you mention "have sex", I don't think of fucking
and sucking anymore, I just think of having my arse filled with your
fingers, or even better, with a big life-like dildo, while masturbating
myself. That's become my idea of sex: I don't even realise how far gone I am
already, how twisted that is...))

(You on the other hand, have a completely other idea of "having sex", a more
normal, more sane idea of sex... (even though You're the one who's
conditioning me, planting twisted ideas about sex in my brain, which I all
accept and swallow, gullible as I am, trusting and loving you like no man
has ever loved a woman before).

So, after six or seven weeks, you've turned me into a wanker, a cumsucker,
not a real man anymore, incapable of getting an erection unless I have my
ass filled with a dildo. It's all going much easier than you'd ever
imagined!
One thing is not easy, though, and that's you doing without sex, real sex,
without being fucked hard. Your vibrators (all three of them) are wearing
out, you'll soon want the real thing... with a real man and a real cock...

By now you're also calling me dildoslut, cumslut, cumeater, sumsucker,
bitch, dildosucker, as if it were the most normal nicknames in the world.
You love me soo much, in a way you feel sorry for me (you should, you evil
bitch!),  but you love it so much, to feel every day how much I love you,
how much I will endure, just because I love and trust you my love, I'm yours
forever, unconditionally, no questions asked: the way YOU like it.

The evil ways of my diabolic wife have no limits. Because still, you're not
satisfied. You want more of me, all of me. And 100% certainty.

By now, I'm only playing tennis once every fortnight. "Because I have so
much work", I tell my buddies - I can hardly tell them it's because you are
draining me, wearing me out completely, now can I?

You would like me to give up tennis completely (You distortedly and
unrightfully see it as a source of evil and temptation for me, and well,
it's your god-given right to be unfair).

So after seven weeks, while I'm busy sucking my shit-covered dildo clean,
you tell me that you think I should be more clean, so I won't pollute you
that much any more.

Just another step in my utter submission to my beloved angel.
"From now on, my cumsucking dildoslut, you have to shave your pussy clean,
smooth like a baby's arse".
((That's another thing, you're referring to my arse as "pussy": why are you
doing that to me? And why am I accepting all this? Could it be because I
like it??))

I comply, of course, without questioning your decision. When I've shaved my
"pussy", and also my balls and all other pubic hair, it feels strange. You
feel very good about it, because now you know that I won't be taking any
more showers with the boys, out of sheer shame!!
((How cunning of you! I hadn't realised that yet, you evil bitch!))

You feel so good about this clever move that you decide to give me a special
treat. You're going to touch me again (it's been what? 3 or 4 weeks since
your hands touched my sex organs?)!!

You push the dildo up my ass, and then you start applying an oily lotion on
my balls, my arse.  Every time you briefly touch the base of my cock, I feel
shivers down my spine, oooh baby, it feel so gooood, baby, please don't
stop!

You stop.
Because you have a plan. Again! You want to emasculate me, by making me cum
without touching my cock, just by being fucked in the ass by my black dildo
I've become so addicted to.

You undress - a rare treat for me these days. You are now completely naked,
as am I.
The sight of your naked body, your big uncovered tits especially, is almost
enough to send me off.
I'm lying on my back, and you tie me up, my wrists to the bed post. When you
bend over me to tie them, your big nipples are only inches away from my
mouth. I'd like to suck them, to bite them, and although you haven't
forbidden me to do so, I don't dare. (I'm not a real man so your gorgeous
tits are probably off limits for a guy like me.)
Yet they're so close... My god I'm so turned on! (and you know it, you want
it!)

As soon as I'm tightly secured, you position a knee between my legs. Your
knee pushed the dildo further down my arse. You remove it a little, so the
dildo comes out again; and then you push your knee forward again. HARD!
You're hurting me, but you don't care.

My cock is as hard as it'll ever get. You're still stroking me with the
lotion, but you're not touching my cock anymore. You only touch my balls.
Well, touching is a big word, you're moulding them, treating them roughly,
while your knee is ferociously ramming the dildo in my battered arse!

Your touch, even though it's rough and uncaring, even though it's hurting
me, feels divine. It's been soo long since you've wanted to touch me. Your
hands are really squeezing my balls very hard, one testicle in each hand,
and it feels like you're crushing them.

You're ordering me to cum, you're kneeing me without mercy.
"I'm wondering", you tell me while doing all this, "since you're not a real
man, if you can cum like a woman, just from being fucked in your shaven
pussy".

"Can you? Can you? Come on, slut, answer me!"

I don't reply. The ass-pounding, the ball-squeezing is more than I can take.
I moan and shoot my filthy load from my rock-hard cock, looking at your 38
DD's. Another tribute to you!

I have orgasmed like a woman, without having my cock touched, but by being
fucked. The humiliation, both physically and emotionally, is perfect (for
now).

But I'm not the only one who has had an exceptional orgasm. You've also cum
(although you haven't shown me, that would be wrong, I shouldn't think that
you're enjoying this, now should I?).

You scoop up the cum from my belly, and feed it to me. While I'm swallowing
it, you take the dildo out. It has shit and some blood on it, and you put it
in my mouth to clean it too.

You look at your slimy fingers with an air of disgust, and tell me that from
now on, I'll have to wear condoms whenever I spurt my filthy load.

"And that's not the only thing's that's going to change from now on, my
love", you tell me...

END OF PART TWO.
Comments are appreciated: mammofile@hotmail.com

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