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Subject: {ASSM} My Slow Descent Into Total Submission - Part 3 (F/M, femdom, bd, hum, milking, forced cunnilingus, cum eating)
Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 22:10:04 -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
3. 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, so that I could incorporate them in the other chapters.
Mammofile, 27 March, 2002
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My slow Descent into total submission - Part III
By Mammofile

In just or six or seven weeks after the first milking session, you've
changed me, both physically and mentally. Step by step you're breaking me
down, destroying my masculinity, enforcing my (already unconditional) love
for you.

You should feel sorry, you know you should, I don't deserve this, but you're
way beyond that now. You're enjoying this so much, your mind is boiling with
new stuff you want to submit me too, there's no stopping you anymore. You
want to see if there is a limit to your power, and then still push that
limit.

You're way beyond ensuring my faithfulness to you, since you already
perfectly know that I'm no longer capable of having normal sex, not even in
my mind. You just want to explore your dominance further and further,
humiliate me more and more, have me prove my love for you over and over, my
love for my splendid wife, my angel, my Queen.

In just of six or seven weeks, you've cut me off having sex with you all
together. Hell, you don't even masturbate me anymore, I have to that "filthy
and tiring thing myself".
You don't even want to touch my useless cock anymore, the only touch you
honour me with, is sometimes playing roughly (too roughly) with my
testicles. You do that when you're in a good mood, out of compassion,
because you're my darling wife.

In just six or seven weeks, you've made me virtually impotent. I can't get a
proper erection anymore, unless you're ramming my big black dildo in my
arse, that you call pussy. I don't mind (anymore) though, since I can't cum
without it, I'm addicted to my black dildo. I don't feel complete when it's
not in my "pussy".

In just six or seven weeks, you've turned me into a cum-eating person (I
an't really say that I'm a man anymore). And you've made sure that I like
it, I crave it. You don't ever have to ask me anymore, after I've cum I
automatically start cleaning my fingers, or scooping up the cum from my
belly and stomach. I eat it all, and by now it's seems like a natural and
normal thing to do.
After all, it's my mess, so I have to clean it up.

In just six or seven weeks, you've turned me into a shit-licker. As soon as
I've cum, you smear the shit-covered dildo on my face, and push it between
my lips. I don't like it, because I think it's dirty, it's filthy and
degrading. Especially during the "sober" moments after I've just cum, when
I'm not feeling horny at all, it appals me even more.

You know I don't like that, you evil bitch, which is why you like to make me
wait even a little longer, until the dildo is cold, the shit on it is
starting to dry, my orgasm has completely subsided, until my sexually
altered mind during the build-up towards my orgasm has changed back to a
more neutral way of thinking. Then, and only then, do you make me lick it
clean, while you're telling me I don't just have to clean it, I have to suck
it like a cock, I have to adore it, I have to worship my black dildo, since
it gives me so much pleasure.

I don't think I could ever resist you, my darling wife. Sometimes I would
like to try to resist, and kick that filthy shit-covered dildo from your
hand, and go tell you to fuck yourself. But then I look at your smirk, your
big boobs, and I know I'm no match for you. Besides, I'm usually too tired,
too drained, too exhausted to even think of resisting you. So I worship my
black dildo, the one that pleasures my "pussy" so much, and I thank you for
the delightful orgasms it provides me with.

And orgasms it DOES provide! You're relentless. Five or six orgams every
day, and more on weekends, when I hardly get out of bed anymore.
Needless to say, I have given up tennis all together.
((Emotionally: In a way I don't even mind, because frankly, it's easy for me
to give up, to give in, submission is easy for the "submittee" since the
"submittor" takes the initiatives, does the thinking for the both of them,
the submittor is the one that has to be creative.))
((Physically: And in a way I don't even mind, since I adore being fucked in
my pussy by that big black dildo of mine.))

Hell Karen, My Angelic Big-boobed Evil Queen, you've even made me cum just
by being fucked up my ass, sorry, my pussy, without any further touches
whatsoever.

I feel so proud, I usually orgasm at least once a day just by being
penetrated, the harder the better. I feel proud because I know it pleases
you, my exquisite Mistress, to make me cum "like a woman" (your words, that
you make me repeat). You've emasculated me even further because of this,
because now I can orgasm like a woman, just by being fucked.

I keep my "pussy" shaven each day, sometimes I even shave it twice a day,
because I know that you don't like the stubbles, you want it to be clean and
hairless, "smooth like a little girlie's pussy" you make me say a hundred
times a day.

Oh yes, Karen, my darling and diabolical wife, you're making me repeat this
kind of degrading and humiliating things endlessly. Your brainwashing is
working perfectly, I am totally, utterly incapable of resisting it, both
physically and mentally. I am an open and receptive vessel, I trust you with
my life, I love you so much it hurts (literally). And you're filling my open
and loving mind with your perversions, what a disgusting way to take
advantage of your power, you evil bitch. You're transforming me into
something that only your vicious mind will reveal.

Every time I cum, I have to squirt my dirty little mess in a condom, since
you want to avoid any contact with my disgusting and useless semen. When
I've filled it with another load, you remove the condom, "yuck how
distasteful", and with two fingers, carefully, avoiding every contact with
my spunk, you tie it in a knot. You hold the condom between two fingertips
and start moving towards to the small garbage bin next to our bed.

But then, while I'm spontaneously licking my plastic cock clean, you change
your mind. You thank the Lord for the vicious evil mind that he's given You,
and your nipples immediately grow so hard they hurt, just thinking about
what is to come next...

With a big smirk on your face you approach the bed again, holding the
cum-filled condom between your fingernails.

O no you bitch, no way! That's never going to happen! (yeah right).

You let the cum-filled knot dangle in front of my nose, as a tribute to the
uselessness of my semen. You're letting it dangle in front of my lips, and
then you say the words I dread so much.

(I don't want to hear them, but you say them anyway.)

"Open".

I keep my mouth shut. (You have got to be kidding!)

You're not kidding. Very calmly, you repeat the words, in a neutral tone of
voice.

"Open".

I press my lips even closer together. This is where I draw the line!

(But this is not about where "I" draw the line, is it?)

You smile, without contempt. A warm and friendly smile.
(Your smile IS sincerely warm, because you like this, you're enjoying my
futile resistance, you look forward to the fight, and your pussy starts
dripping by the sheer thought of the victory to come).
In a truly and sincerely friendly voice, you repeat it a third time.

"Come on honey, PLEASE open your mouth." (You're not angry, or you don't
seem to be, and that frightens me.)

And then I revolt.
Maybe it's a fear-driven panic, I don't know.
But I revolt.

I don't know what comes over me. Is it because this is the last straw?
Because I won't take your humiliation anymore? Because my suppressed
masculinity is convulsing? Or is it because you're so friendly, because you
said the word "PLEASE" that I'm now thinking that I actually have a chance
to get out of this distorted situation?
((Little do I know that you're indeed inviting me to rebel, it will make
your punishment seem all the more justified, you know that already)).

Anyway, I don't know why exactly and it really doesn't matter, I don't have
to know that you're just playing with my mind, but I just revolt.
I suddenly realise that I'm a male, and hence physically stronger than you.
So I resist!

"No" I say.

You're still friendly. (You want me to resist harder.) Your expression
doesn't change, and you repeat, yet again, but slowly:

"PLEASE................... open................ your........... mouth".

The pauses between your words, although spoken in a friendly, even loving
way, make it a little menacing, but not too.

You've said the word "PLEASE" again, so by now I'm thinking that I can take
my chances and seize the opportunity to get out of this situation.

"No, Karen, I won't!"

You hate it when I call you Karen, I hardly ever use anything else but
loving nicknames. You're growing angrier... And yet you want me to make you
even angrier. So just keep smiling, burning on the inside, but calm and even
loving on the outside. (My courage is growing, "Karen", you'd better watch
out!)

"You can't make me, Karen!!" I repeat, shouting, and before I know it my
hand moves up and I beat the dangling condom out of your hand. There, is
that clear?

"Look Karen", I tell you, "having me lick up my cum is one thing, I
understand that it's filthy and that it's my own mess I have to clean! I
have never objected to it, since my cum is so dirty and I don't want to
pollute you with it, that's logical!". ((Poor rebel me, that's not a real
man's attitude towards his own cum, but that's something only you realise)).

My tirade continues: "but now that I've cum inside a condom, there is NO
reason whatsoever to make me drink it! I don't need it, I don't want it, and
I don't like the taste, especially now that it's cold!! There's just no
reason to have me suck it out of a condom, now is there, Karen? Tell me I'm
right!!".

((But "being right" has nothing to do with it, of course. It's all about
being strong, about being the strongest. Are you the stronger of the two of
us, Karen?))

You don't react. You stay calm.
I'm angry and nervous, but you stay calm.
((It's a subtle way to prove that you're in control, and I'm not...))

You were sitting on the side of the bed, next to me. I've beaten the
cum-filled condom out of your hand. You look at the corner of the room,
where the condom is now lying, its cum-filled knot still intact.

And then you look back at me, still calm. Still smiling that beautiful smile
of yours. You look me straight in the eyes, your head starts moving towards
me.

I look back into your beautiful dark brown eyes, and I see my loving wife
again, and dream of things getting back to normal. I stare at you lovingly
while you slowly, slowly approach my head. You see my love for you in your
eyes, you see in my eyes that I'm hopeful and loving.
((You play it so well, you evil bitch, inside you're burning with rage, but
you keep that perfectly concealed - for now!)).

You give me a big wet kiss on the mouth, no tongue, but a warm, wet and
loving, intimate, long deep kiss. Wooooowwwww! It's been 6 or 7 weeks since
you've kissed me! Instant hard-on, of course. I feel like I could orgasm
this instant, just by a simple kiss!

I truly believe that you're rewarding me for my strong and forceful
reaction. Hurray, you've actually just been waiting for me to stand up and
react like a real man to all the perverted stuff you've been submitting me
to!

The kiss ends.

You move your head back, away from me. My lips are forming another kiss,
aching for your sweet luscious lips to return, to kiss me again. My cock is
sooo hard, incredible since I've already "deposited" 4 dirty loads today
(once more a proof that it's all in the mind). You still smile that loving
smile, perfectly masking your anger, I don't suspect a thing (you devious
bitch).

Still in a slow motion (are you really moving so teasingly slow, or is it my
mind playing tricks on me?) you turn your head, and look at my cock. You
look at it quite a long time, and even though I don't see you eyes, I know
you're longing for it.

((As a matter of fact, you truly are, you do want to fuck it desperately,
but you won't, since that would be a humongous reward, instead of the
punishments you want to make me endure!)).

You look at my big, hard cock for what seems like an eternity, and I have
the feeling I could cum just by having you look at it, I'm so turned on by
you! Then you turn your head back to my face, and look me in the eyes
tenderly, while you get up from our bed. Your pussy is soaking wet.

You stand up next to me, and while you're still looking me straight into my
eyes, you open your jeans. (I'm the naked one, you still have all your
clothes on).

Slowly, one leg exits your pants, then another. You do it without looking
away from me, your dark brown eyes stay focused on mine.

The black lace thong you're wearing is glistening with pussy juice. I unlock
myself from your loving stare and look at your crotch. I think I even see a
big slimy drop of cunt-juice at the bottom of your thong. Still looking at
me, your thumbs start pulling your thong down. Your pussy is dripping
abundantly, my cock is so hard and big it's about to burst.

You're now naked from the waist down, and move back to our marital bed. You
position one knee over my waist, then the other. You're now sitting on top
of me, your hot pussy is burning on my belly, it seems like your cunt lips
are sucking greedily at my belly button. You move a little bit, as if to
reposition yourself, and I feel your greasy cunt juices flowing on my navel.
My cockhead is touching your ass cheeks, and I start humping a little, my
shaven balls shiver. I want my cock buried to the hilt inside that steaming
slimy pussy of yours, right now!

((The thought of the cum-filled condom in the corner of our bedroom is by
now long gone, I'm only thinking of the great pleasures that lie ahead)).

For a second, just a split second, you want to fuck me.
You want to impale yourself on my big cock.
You want to start pounding so hard that I would crush your cervix with my
large cock.

But you don't.
You're not weak, you're strong, so you don't give in to your needs.
(You truly are a Goddess, only a true Goddess could withstand such a
temptation!).

Instead you move up, and position your leaking pussy above my mouth, leaving
a trail of slimy juices over my chest.

"PLEASE lick me FIRST" you say.

I'm disappointed,
I would prefer to fuck you right away, after 6 to 7 weeks of abstinence.
And, to be honest, I'm still a bit suspicious about your alterior motives.
But very quickly I realise that you've remained friendly, that you've tried
and lost, and that you're a good sport about loosing your power over me, so
why should I distrust you? And so my suspicion fades, to be replaced by an
unconditional trust and love for You.

And then I realise that you've said "PLEASE" again, and, moreover, that
you've asked me to lick you "FIRST", meaning that you want ME to lick you
"first" and "then" we'll fuck each other's brains out! I realise that
"licking you "first" implies that something will follow AFTER!

And then I realise that I shouldn't be realising anything: hell no! It's
been 6 or 7 weeks since I've tasted your delicious pussy, and I want it too
badly to let any second thoughts spoil the fun that lies ahead: I adore
licking you, and eating your divine pussy.

So I smile back at you, and you already know that you've won. You "slowly"
reposition yourself again, putting your knees on my arms. Slowly, as if
you're giving me the opportunity to back out (but you know damn well I
won't!), in order to gain my "trust" again.

You now have me pinned on our bed, your knees are immobilizing me, weighing
quite heavy on my arms. But I don't mind, I trust you, my darling wife!

You lower your dripping pussy on my mouth, and say the word:

"Lick".

I comply, no questions asked. I eagerly start licking your swollen clit,
nudging it, gently biting it (I'd like to bite it hard but that's only
something a real man would do, of course... I'm not ready for that yet).

You immediately cum, as hard as you've never cum! You scream your longs out,
and it's a real gusher too! Your cum juices squirt in my mouth. I'm
surprised (you've never done that in the hundreds of times I've eaten your
pussy), but I swallow it all, like a reflex (maybe that's because I've grown
so accustomed to drinking my own cum).

You've cum very hard, but too quickly for your taste. So you want to cum
again. Your knees are really weighing hard on my arms, cutting their blood
stream, it hurts, but I'm so turned-on that I hardly notice.

"Again"

I comply. I start by sucking your clit, and then my tongue lashes out for
the insides of your greasy cunt, licking it like there was no tomorrow. You
start moving up and down on my face, thrashing my face. Your cunt bone is
beating my nose, sometimes I have trouble breathing because my entire face
is swallowed by your gaping cunt.

You cum a second time, even harder than the first time, crushing my face. My
arms hurt tremendously, my hands and forearms are cold because of the lack
of blood, but your knees don't move, you just press me down further into the
mattress of our bed.

This is not exactly a romantic pussy eating session. My face is a mess,
covered with your juices. I'm feeling dizzy, it's hard for me to breathe,
but I don't say a thing, because I don't want to spoil your pleasure, or
after-pleasure, I'm so proud that I've made you cum again, after such a long
time (even though I would have preferred to make you cum by fucking you like
a real man - I probably couldn't...)

You're really sitting on my face. Glowing. Sweating. Still hornier than
hell. Still wicked. Still evil. Still angry.

"Again".

I'm finding it hard to believe, but you'll get what you want, so I comply.
My cock is still rock-hard by the way, but unfortunately it's humping in
mid-air, touching nothing at all... Like in a trance, I start lapping again,
licking your clit with long strokes, and you start thrusting again, even
harder than before, battering me with your sloppy pussy. You're crushing me,
my face, my arms (that have by now grown completely cold). I keep licking
and licking and licking you, inside out, again and again. I'm so dizzy and
faint, I'm having trouble catching my breath and even when I do breathe I
don't get enough air in before your pussy covers my nose and mouth again.

My tongue is growing tired, it's cramping. You feel it, and it frustrates
you, because you want to keep feeling it. So start moving even faster and
rougher, my face feels like a boxing ball. After several minutes, you feel
another orgasm building. A really big one. An exceptionally big one.  It's
coming, it's building up from the bottom of your womanhood.

You crush my face, you squash it, your legs close in an extremely tight grip
(damn those fitness exercises!) and you hold my dizzy head in a clutching
vice. And then you come. The big one. You'll let everything go.

Everything.

Everything!

You cum. You let it go. Everything. You start pissing in my mouth. I am
about to loose consciousness, but I react. I don't want this! I really don't
want your piss in my mouth. But there's nothing I can do. I can't feel my
arms any more, I'm dizzy, very faint, and my head is in a vice, squeezed
between your powerful legs.

"Drink".

I comply. I really, really don't want to, but there's nothing I can't do.
It's disgusting! You scream, you hurl. And your piss gushes into my mouth,
into my nostrils, and I drink it all. I swallow as much as I can, or I would
drown. Or suffocate.

My darling wife is pissing in my mouth, and I'm drinking it. All of it. And
it's so much. You're pissing onto me, into me, so hard, you're pissing a
steady stream of disgusting and smelly urine into my mouth like you were a
man.

You scream "Drink it all, you cum drinking toilet boy!!".

And I do. The last thing I remember before loosing consciousness is the
stale taste of your urine that entered my mouth through my piss-filled
nostrils. Then everything fades to black.

((Incredibly enough, I've cum as well! I don't even know it, since I came at
the exact moment I fainted. (or maybe because I've fainted - I read once
that Marquis de Sade had himself hanged and he indeed came when passing
out). Anyway, I have actually cum without any touch whatsoever! And even
without knowing it!))

((When you came up after your mind-blowing orgasm, you saw cum leaking out
my big cock. And you licked it all up, you sucked the last drop out of it,
you still enjoy my cum so much, but you don't want me to know that, and I
have forgotten how much you liked me to cum down your throat. Since I'm
unconscious, you've taken the liberty of secretly enjoying another time)).

"Wake up, toilet boy".

I wake up with a splitting headache, feeling the crusty remains of your cunt
juices and piss all over my hurting face. And then I open my eyes.

I open my eyes, the blur fades and they start to focus again. I'm staring at
the cum-filled condom tip! The condom that I'd completely forgotten. But not
you, oh no, NOT YOU! You ALWAYS get what you want, and you'll make sure that
I won't ever forget that!

"Open your mouth you cum-drinking slut".

I don't. I want to move, but I realise that you've tied me securely to the
bedpost while I was passed out. You evil bitch!

I close my mouth and press my lips.

You squeeze my nose shut.
I can't breathe, I can't move, so I open my mouth to come up for air.

And then you shove the condom in.

I am truly horrified and appalled by this. By you, Karen! Are there really
no limits to your sick perversions?
(The answer is of course: NO, but I haven't found that out - yet!).

I feel the stretched rubber tip of the condom in my mouth. I am not horny,
not aroused, and drowsy, with a bad headache. The rubber feels cold, and so
does the sperm it contains. The truly disgusting, filthy, useless spunk! I'm
awake now, sober, but with a headache that feels like a hangover.

"Bite".

I try not to. Your fingers start moulding my mouth, squeezing my cheeks
rather hard.
My teeth are hurting against the cum-filled rubber, I'm afraid that it'll
burst soon. And before I can think of spitting it back out, you stick a big
piece of strong duct tape on my mouth.

"That filthy mess is going nowhere, dear" you say.
Nowhere except down my throat.

I want to shout at you, to express my anger and disgust! And in doing so, I
make the rubber burst. My cold and disgusting spunk fills my mouth. It's
watery, salty, pungent, stale.

It is truly horrible.

You smirk. Your head once again moves closer to mine, and you say...

"Don't you EVER try to fight me again, you cum-sucking toilet slut!"

You move even closer, as if to kiss or bite me, but then you back off,
saying...

"You smell of piss, you disgusting wimp" and you spit in my face, partially
on the duct tape, partially everywhere else on my face.

There I lie, helpless, pissed on, a condom full of cum in my duct-covered
mouth, my arms and legs tightly secured to the bedposts, completely
immobilised. You have punished me way too severely for my simple and
logical, reasonable refusal of drinking my cum, I think.

But then you say...

"You won't EVER disobey me again, you hear, toilet boy? I will punish you
severely for your disobedience! I will make you really suffer!

No more "misses nice wife", that's over, you hear?"

And so I realise my punishment has yet to begin...

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

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