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Subject: {ASSM} My Slow Descent Into Total Submission - Part 4 (F/M, femdom, bd, hum, milking, cbt, cum eating, rubber gloves)
Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 21:10:02 -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
4. 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, 28 March, 2002
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My slow Descent into total submission - Part IV
By Mammofile

It's now 7 to 8 weeks since the day of my first milking session. The day you
decided you wanted to make 100% sure that I, your loving husband, would
never ever cheat on you, never ever even think of cheating on you. The day
you decided you wanted to own me completely and utterly.

But let's not kid ourselves, dear Wife, we're way beyond that now. Or should
I say that YOU are way beyond that now. I just undergo everything because I
love you, and I trust you. I am way beyond questioning your intentions,
since I still consider you as my loving wife. And indeed, I love you even
more now, more than ever before, more than the day we married. Why? Because
I am grateful that you're sticking out with me, that you're enduring me and
my filthy desire to cum about 10 times a day, or more if you're in a good
mood.

You've changed my mind as well, that much is obvious. I no longer consider
myself as the potent athletic man other people mistake me for. I am no
longer proud of my long and thick cock, since it is worthless and useless
and it can't please any woman. SO I thank you every day, for letting my
useless cock spurt its filthy semen and then I eagerly drink it.
And oh yes, I no longer play tennis. I wouldn't even dare showing my
hairless dick to my mates. Besides, you're still milking every drop out of
me, at least 10 times a day, so I couldn't even lift a racket any longer.

You have made me impotent, unless my big black dildo is rammed up my ass
that we now call pussy. I can even cum just by being fucked by it, without
having my useless dick touched. I can only achieve an erection when
something's crammed up my "pussy".

Since I love and trust you so much, I've accepted it all. True, I have been
so silly as to try and refuse to drink my cold cum from a condom, a silly
refusal that resulted in a battle I could never win. You loved my resistance
since it gave you the opportunity to break me even further. I have swallowed
your piss, I am now not just a dildo-loving cum slut anymore, I have also
become your toilet boy.

One could say that you've achieved everything one could imagine. But that's
only true if you have a normal mind. For a mind as kinky as yours, there's
no telling how much further you'll take this.
One could say that you've won, that you've definitely gotten your way, and I
certainly feel that way. But then again, who cares about what I think?
You've promised me that you would punish me for my resistance, and so will
it be!

You told me, the next morning, that there would be "no more misses nice
wife", and that sentence scares the shit out of me...

The fact that I have tried to refuse eating my cum when it was cold, has
made you very angry. You've made me drink your piss, and you've let me sleep
an entire night with a burst condom in my mouth. The smell of stale cum and
urine emanating from my face made you say things like "you're not only
useless, you're also filthy and dirty".

You ask me whether I liked drinking my cold cum, and I have no choice but to
answer yes.
You ask me if I will ever refuse drinking my cum again, and I assure you
that I won't ever try standing up against you, never again. And I mean it,
since I know that you have all the power, since I am afraid of what you'll
make me endure.

((Of course, I don't know that all this doesn't matter at all. You will
persevere and do whatever you want to do with me, regardless of my
obedience, regardless of my devotion. You want to take this as far as YOU
can, as far as YOU want with your extreme, perverted mind.))

You ask me if I will eat all my cum from now on, regardless of how it is
presented, and I answer yes.

I will be your unconditional dildo-luving cum eater.

You make me say "I will eat all the cum you present to me". Only then do you
make up your mind about my further punishment.

"All right then, my darling slut, let's see if you have learned your lesson
well. Let's milk some more cum out of your pathetic clit and make you eat it
all."

((That's another thing, my big, thick, hard 10-inch cock is now called a
clit)).

You order me to go to the bathroom and pee into the toilet. I spread my legs
a little, take my dick in my hand and start peeing.
"What do you think you're doing slut?" you shout, and you grab my balls and
squeeze them very hard. You're standing behind me, and I feel your nails
digging into my ball sac.

"Only a real man can pee standing up", you hiss, "and you're not a man
anymore, since your clit only swells when a big black dildo is rammed into
your pussy. So from now on, you'll have to pee like the girl you are, is
that understood?"

"Yes darling" I answer meekly.
You grab my balls even harder, almost crushing my balls, and say "one more
thing, toilet boy, don't you ever call me "darling" again. No more misses
"nice wife", remember? From now on, it's Mistress, or Queen, got that?"

"Yes My Queen" I reply, and after you've let go of my balls, I go sit on the
toilet and continue peeing like a woman would do. You open the cupboard
under the sink and grab a pair of rubber gloves.

You look at me, and while you put them on, you smirk: "Good girl. Now stand
up straight, and face the toilet again. I've got a treat for you".

 From behind me, you grab my cock and squeeze it as if you were trying to get
the last drop out of a dried-out lemon.

"Because I still love you, I'll give you this milking session myself. Of
course I have to wear rubber gloves to make sure that your dirty clit won't
soil my hands, surely you understand that, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress", I reply.

The rubber doesn't feel nice on my cock, but my dick does get hard. Not just
because you touching me has become an exceptionnally rare treat these days,
even if you're wearing rubber gloves. But also because you've told me that
you still love me, that's enough to make me hard as a rock. And even though
your hand is like a painful vice, any touch from you, even when it's just
from a rubber kitchen glove, it feels divine. You're giving me a royal
treatment like the Evil Queen you have become.

Your right hand starts wanking me, and your left hand is cupped just below
my cockhead. I feel your naked tits and hard nipples against my lower back
and I want to cum.

But then you step up the pace (after all, this is a punishment) and you
start jerking me off very, very hard. Too hard, too fast to be enjoyable. So
hard that it hurts, so hard that I'm afraid you will tear my cock.

Even though you've hardly been "wanking" me for less than a minute, you say
"come on slut, I haven't got all day" and you jerk even harder, really
causing me great pain. I don't feel your hard nipples against my back
anymore, I just feel the pain.

You're not wanking me, it's a very mechanical movement, very hard, very
unpersonal, very fast, you're jerking and tossing as if your life depended
on it.

Not even five seconds later, you tell me "Listen here cumslut, if you don't
cum in 10 seconds you'll be really sorry for disobeying me again", and you
start counting out loud:

1...
I only feel pain.

2...
The dry rubber from your gloves on my dry cock is hurting me so!

3...
Your stretching the skin of my hard cock, please stop!

4...
My balls are bouncing against the base of your hand each time you jerk me
hard, please slow down!

5...
Despite the pain, I'm starting to adjust to the rough pace.

6...
Your left hand, cupped below my cock, sometimes accidentally touches my
cockhead, and that adds a little extra to the experience.

7...
I realise that pain and pleasure can be a mix I could get used to...

8...
My breathing is getting more intense, I'm tensing up... I'm going to make it!

9-10
"Too late you worthless bitch" you shout.
???

You devilish bitch, you sensed my orgasm building and so you just started
counting much faster at the end, making sure I could only loose!

Aaaaaahhh!

My orgasm is there anyway, but your left hand is no longer ready to receive
my cum, because I can feel your rubber fingers twitching the nipple of my
tit (right, my pecs are now referred to as tits).

As I am cumming, you're ordering me to look down into the toilet. Big jets
of thick white cum all end up in the toilet.
"See that, cunt?", you ask me, "that's where your filthy discharge belongs,
got that?"

I think my foreskin is a little bit torn, but I'm not sure since my orgasm
blurs out most of the pain.

"Yes Mistress" I moan (and I'm glad that this is over).
((Yeah right! It's not over until you say it is. And you haven't said a
thing yet.))

"Kneel" you order me.

Since I'm still a bit weak on my legs (Despite my excellent physique, I
never was a great partisan of stand-up orgasms).

I start to comply, by kneeling, but slowly. Too slow for your taste. You're
still standing behind me (My 6.6 inches dwarf your 5'5", especially when
you're barefoot), but you're still very much in control.

You grab my balls from behind and yank them down hard: "I said KNEEL girl!".

The sharp pangs of pain make me drop to my knees immediately.

((It hurts so much that I don't even realise, at that point, that "misses
nice wife" is indeed gone. And however hard I'll ever try to comply and
obey, you'll always find reasons to be angry, reasons to punish me and thus
humiliate me even further))

I am now on my knees, facing the toilet bowl.

(Surely you're not suggesting...?)

"Drink".

(You are!)

While pulling my testicles down even harder, you say: "Drink your your cum,
toilet boy, and don't you make me repeat it!. You said you'd eat it all, all
cum, in all forms and presentations, remember? You promised!"

I know better than to disobey you. So I lower my head into the bowl. I see
the gobs of cum floating in my own piss, and I almost gag. I can't do it.
It's not like I'm disobeying you, or refusing to do it, I just can't do it.
So I pretend to drink it, but my nose doesn't even touch the nauseating
mixture of cum and piss. After all, you can't see it, since my head covers
your sight. How clever of me...

But of course, I should have known better. I should never underestimate your
intelligence.

So the next thing I feel, is your hand on the back of my head. I feel your
hand, not because it's pushing my head deeper in the bowl, oh no, it's a
blow. With your fist you've hit me, as hard as you can, on the back of my
head. You've taken me by surprise with that hard blow to my head. I gasp for
air, instinctively, but unfortunately my breathing-instincts don't know that
my head is under water. So by gasping for air, I inhale and breathe my piss
and cum from the toilet bowl.

I now have piss and cum in my nose, my throat, my mouth. You've hit me so
hard that my forehead has bumped quite hard to the porcelain interior of the
toilet bowl. You've almost struck me unconscious, you evil bitch!
Before I can react by pulling my head out of the fluids, I feel a big weight
pushing me even deeper down!

Oh my God, you've sat yourself down on my head! I'm too dizzy to lift my
head up, and I can't breathe anymore because of the water!

"DRINK OR DIE" I hear someone shouting in the distance, and my surviving
instincts concur: If I drink enough, I'll be able to breathe again. So I
start drinking as if my life depended on it. (Hell, it probably DOES depend
on it!)

While I'm drinking my piss and cum, I suddenly feel a warm fluid in my neck
and on the back of my head. It's gushing down, making the water level rise
again. You perverted cunt, you're taking a piss on me!

"Ooops, sorry girlie dear", you say in a sheepish little voice, "I had to
pee very badly, and I hadn't seen that your head was in my toilet".

And then you start bouncing up and down, as if you were fucking a guy while
straddling him. I keep drinking as much as I can, gagging, choking, with
cum, my piss and your piss everywhere, my nose, my mouth and even my ears.
You keep bouncing feverishly, banging my forehead against the white
porcelain even more. I feel that I'm loosing consciousness again, so I drink
as fast as I can, afraid that I could drown in our toilet bowl if I'm
unconscious.

((I could already picture the headlines: 6foot6 man drowns in toilet bowl...
And I thought Trainspotting was just a movie.)).

You keep bouncing up and down, almost jumping, and indeed you knock me out.
Luckily, I have almost drunk the entire bowl empty so I won't drown. Still
you're bouncing up and down, but why?

My God, you HORNY KINKY DEGRADED BITCH, you're masturbating! One hand is
brushing your clit, and the other has three fingers going in and out your
cunthole. I'm unconscious, but as an author I would like to add that I'm
truly appalled by this, utterly disgusted by your horniness! I could have
died and all you thought about was cumming!

After your orgasm, a very loud one that has not woken me up, you feel a
short pang of guilt, but as always you suppress it rather quickly. By the
time you "dismount" my head, and when you see me lying there like a rag
doll, my head still in the toilet boy, motionless, you don't even feel
sorry.

You just feel powerful, and horny. But since you're still my darling wife,
you decide to revive me.

You go back to our bedroom, and get my big black dildo. You return to the
bedroom, containing your unconscious husband, me. You lubricate the dildo by
putting it in your sloppy cunt, and then you start forcing it in my asshole.

With just a couple of inches in it, you start thrusting it in and out, still
rather gently. You're looking at my dick, and yes, like you'd foreseen, it
starts growing again.

The thing you'd expected, happens indeed: I get an erection from anal
penetration. Your mental AND physical conditioning has really worked! I am
still unconscious, so it's not (just) the humiliation and submission, it's
something physical now: my "clit" grows whenever you put something in my
"pussy".

You start wondering whether you can make me cum without me knowing it, so
you continue probing my arse, a little deeper each time but still not too
roughly, since you don't want to revive me just yet...

Unfortunately, I awake shortly after that. Still in the twilight zone
between consciousness and unconsciousness, I start responding to your
thrusts, I start moaning, and saying "yes baby, fuck me, don't stop".

You realise that I'm saying these things like in a trance, you've got me
completely brainwashed! "Please baby, fuck me, keep fucking my "pussy",
don't stop, oohh, baby, it feels so good, don't stop".

Apprently I now even refer to my shaven ass as a "pussy" on a subconscious
level! By now I've completely regained my senses, and I lift my head from
the toilet bowl, and start moaning more loudly "fuck me baby, fuck me baby,
oh baby, yes, fuck me baby".

On the one hand, you're delighted that your brainwashing has worked so
extremely well. But on the other hand, you're angry with me, because you
didn't want me to wake up just yet, you wanted me to cum while I was
unconscious. And because you're mad, you want to start hurting me again.

"Yes baby, please baby, keep fucking me"

You ram the big black dildo all the way up my ass, to the hilt, and then you
take it out, before plunging it in again, with extreme force and power. This
is not dildo fucking, it's dildo battering, dildo beating, it's thrashing
like there were no tomorrow.

"Oh baby, yes baby, harder baby, harder".

You're drilling my asshole vigorously with all your power now!

"Yes baby, keep fucking my bald pussy, ooooh baby, don't stop"

((You're thinking to get me a bigger dildo, since I'm obviously enjoying
this too much. That gets you even madder, you're sweating, this
dildo-drilling is proving to be a real workout and that angers you.))

"Ooooooh baby, I'm cumming, oh baby, yes, yes, yes!!!! oooohhh babyyyy"

I squirt hard, my cum splashes on the tiles of the bathroom floor. With one
extra hard long and deep push, you burry the dildo completely in my ass, as
I collapse on the floor, totally exhausted.

"Now clean up your filthy mess, you toilet slut"

And I start licking my cum off the floor, without hesitating. Like in a
trance, I start licking it all up, slurping it from the cold bathroom tiles.
It's disgusting, but I can only obey you, hoping that it will please you.
Idle hope...

"Don't you miss a drop you bitch!" you say, and then you add: "and by the
way, don't EVER call me baby again, EVER AGAIN, you hear? It's Mistress or
Queen, got that?"

"Yes Mistress, You are my Mistress and I'm your totally obedient slave"

"Too late now, slave!" you say, "I'll have to punish you nonetheless for
your impertinence, just you wait and see!".

And so I come to dread what lies ahead.

END OF CHAPTER 4.
All comments are warmly appreciated: mammofile@hotmail.com
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