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Subject: {ASSM} Secret Satan (MF, nc, Humil, MDom)
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Nov 10, 2008

Last week I got a little peeved at Casey and it turned into an lovely
situation. It was early in the morning and was almost done folding
clothing on the bed. He came in and upturned a pile of neatly folded
tops. I asked him why he was doing that. He said nothing, just stood
there and watched me continue to fold clothes. I accused him of being
'Kenny'.

Casey: What do you mean, I'm being Kenny?

Livia: You are being an asshole like Kenny and cheating.

Casey: Well then that means that you are being whiny, like a 'Spenny',
he said mockingly.

Livia: You change the rules so that I am always late or distracted or
fail my tasks. Are you doing it to make me mad?

Casey: You... you never get mad, you are a sweet angel.

Livia: I'm not going to get mad over 4 additional minutes of folding
clothing or you staring at my cleavage while I bend over for that
matter. But you know what I think?

Casey: What are you thinking 'Spenny'?

Livia: I will venture that you are afraid that if you don't change the
rules or cheat, I would win and that scares you.

Casey: ...

Livia: Am I right!?

Casey: Not really.

He was being defensive which means I had flicked the protective cap
off all his buttons. But I didn't press on. An idea did occur to me
though.

Livia: If we had a contest and we both played by set rules from
beginning to end, I think I could win.

Casey: No you can't. Pfft.

Livia: So then if I can't win you will go along with me and face off
'Kenny Vs. Spenny' style. All rules set at the beginning, no cheating
and winner gets to humiliate the loser.

Casey stormed out and I heard a faind "I'll be right back".

I wondered for a while what the heck he went to do but then heard the
toilet flush so I just continued my task. He soon re-appeared with a
smile.

Casey: Public humiliation?

I nodded yes. I mean if we are to do it in the spirit of 'Kenny Vs.
Spenny' then the humiliation should be 'public'.

Casey: What is this contest you speak of woman on the verge of a
public humiliation.

I was relieved as he was amused by the process. So I explained that we
should do something simple, that didn't interfere with our Saturday. I
suggested that we each drink 2 litres of water and the first one who
goes to the bathroom loses. Neither party can interfere with the other
physically. Casey seemed underwhelmed with how simple my plan was but
after a few moments of pondering he replied: "Simple enough. I'm in as
long as I still get to cuddle and kiss you. I mean I'm not going to
squeeze you or tickle you, I promise." I nodded my approval with a
smile.

Casey: Once you are done putting away the laundry, your turn to go to
the bathroom. I will go refill the Britta a few times so we have
enough water.

I was going to win this one no matter what I had to go through. I
already knew what I wanted and he would never agree to it without
'losing a bet' so it was worth it.

After we drank our water we settled down on the sofa to watch a movie.
And for the first time in a while I knew that we were sitting down to
actually watch a movie. The rules of our contest prevented him from
turning this into an all out fuck-fest as soon as he got bored with
the movie. So I sat to the right of him perpendicular with my legs
over his lap. It took me barely 45 minutes to start feeling like I had
to pee but I figured I had plenty of time if I remained fairly still
and relaxed. Casey caught himself feeling up my legs a bit but
remained very good. Around the 1 hour mark he shifted and squeezed my
leg and looked at me rather seriously. I elected to remain silent.
"Relax and focus on the movie" was my mantra. At least it was my
strategy until he became more agitated.

As the movie ended he looked at me with a pained face.

Casey: That movie was dreadful.

Livia: It wasn't that bad. You obviously have to pee.

Casey: No I don't, I am just fine. That movie was dreadful.

Livia: What was it lacking? A good car chase? A sword fight? Some well
placed torture scene?

Casey: Jane, you ignorant slut! There were no cars in Edwardian
England!

With this he grabbed me by the waist and sat me on his lap facing him.
The first time he used that one on me, I laughed so hard. He didn't
know I had already heard Dan Akroyd say it to Jane Curtin on SNL. But
now my beloved had me straddling him and kissed me softly as he held
my hips firmly.

Livia: Don't squeeze me, I whined.

Casey: I am just holding on to you in an appropriately tight manner so
you don't fall off my lap, or the couch for that matter and hurt your
pretty self.

Livia: I can tell you have to go pee.

Casey: I am just fine.

With that I let myself slide down closer to him and rested my weight
on his abdomen as I hugged him and asked him if he wanted lunch.

Casey: I want that awesome grilled cheese you made for me a few weeks
back.

He used his hands to push me back slightly to ease the pressure.

I was disappointed and told him we do not have most of what I need to
make it.

Casey: I can run to the store and get whatever you need.

Livia: You cannot leave the apartment alone, that is against the
rules.

Casey: But that's what I want for lunch. We can go together.

I was dreading the cold November day but agreed anyway. We put our
warm coats on and headed out to the store to buy a brioche, some
triple creme brie and walnuts. I always enjoyed going to the store
with my man. It seemed like most of the cashiers already had a crush
on him but sometimes I would be able to secretly observe the reaction
of a new girl, especially if she screwed up in the simplest way. Casey
was absolutely never rude, just a little more exigent than required in
most situations. I just enjoyed it discreetly as always.

As we came home hand in hand, I really had to go pee. The cold it made
me tense up and feel the urge even more. I can honestly say that being
hungry and having to pee at the same time is the most annoying
feeling. Though I once had a migraine on top of that so I knew things
could be worse. As we took out coats and shoes off, Casey offered that
he didn't really want to eat until we settled this contest. He walked
into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to wash his hands. "Oh, no"
I thought to myself, the sound of running water made me want to pee
even more. I just lay down on the floor in the hallway between the
bedroom and bathroom door.

Casey: What is wrong sweetie? You shouldn't suffer. You should go pee
than we can eat.

He was mocking me. He bent down on one knee and turned me so I was on
my back then using both arms to balance himself he positioned his knee
between my legs. I did not resist him. He then bent down to kiss me as
if he was doing some kind of push up. His thigh pressed in my crotch
for a moment. I was surprised that it caused me pleasure but I knew
what he was doing. He was cheating. By doing this to me he was
probably hoping to make me squirt. Brilliant plan as we already knew
that without specific internal stimulation I seem to inexplicably
retro-fill my bladder with squirt. "You are cheating" I whimpered as I
enjoyed the sensations he was giving me. I didn't care to stop him.

Casey: I am not technically touching you I am just kissing you.

With that he kissed and bit my neck until I was panting and gigging on
the verge of orgasm. He then sat back up.

Livia: You are the devil... giggling.

Casey said "I try my best." in a mock disinterested way stretching his
arms. "I'm hungry and I have wanted to pee for over an hour. I am soon
going to become irreparably pissed off. I will not be able to do what
I have to do today."

Livia: If you touch me again, in any way, you are forfeiting this
contest to me. I have a few more hours in me but I am so hungry! What
do you have to do today?

Casey: Well, it appears I have to think of some way to humiliate you
publicly but I am more worried of what you would do to me if you won.
Are you thinking about what you would do to me?

Livia: No. Right now you are following rules and to see you bound by
rules entertains me so.

He looked down at me pained and almost said something, then just
stared at the wall in fron of him.

Livia: I've known for a while what I want. It's awesome enough to keep
me in on this floor until dinnertime.

My cell phone rang. It was my friend MsGaia. She was quite chipper and
couldn't wait to ask me if I had made arrangements on a very important
matter. Casey looked at me trying to figure out what we were talkig
about. "I am in the midst of setting this up. I am going to call you
back later with a definite answer." MsGaia, who was very aware of my
man's need to control all plans made fun of my remark. "Shh, he's
going to hear you, I am going to call you back tonight. Kisses!" And
with that I almost immediately slammed the phone shut, turned it off
and hoisted myself a bit to place it back on the console. I told him:
"I love you. All the time. Whatever you do or say."

Casey was still sitting on the floor leaning against the living room
doorway. I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or mad... Or maybe he was
just uncomfortable with the urge to pee and being hungry in a
situation where he did not know exactly what was going to happen next.
Even though I was incredibly uncomfortable I was zen. I knew that he
would forfeit if he pulled anything. This was the most restrained he
had been in a long time and I knew that when I won he would be so mad
that he would want to punish me for it for the rest of the evening.
But for now I was enjoying my uncomfortable but entirely free time.

Casey: How long have you been planning to put me in this situation?

Had the phone not rang, he would have remained patient, but MsGaia's
call made him feel tricked.

Livia: A while but the contest thing is spur of the moment. I will not
lose this challenge for I want this very much. You are evil and your
humiliation would be far worse than simply waiting for my bladder to
explode. It is in the best interest of both of us that I win this
contest.

With this Casey took a deep breath and stared at the wall for a
moment. That is usually when something surprising or shocking comes
out of his mouth.

Casey: Okay... I want you to get off your ass and make me lunch and
you can tell me what you have in mind for me. You win. Now let's go to
the bathroom.... Ladies first.

Livia: You are not getting me this easily. You go first.

Casey: If you do not get up right now I will make you go!

My heart really sank. He was serious and I just did not know what to
say. I fully intended to stay right there until he peed in the toilet
or in his pant. I looked away and closed my eyes.

He grabbed my foot and yanked me towards him. As soon as my head was
close to him he grabbed my hair and kicked the ajar bathroom door
open. He then slid me into the bathroom without even getting up. I
started to protest and push him away but he leaned over my chest, not
to crush me but so that all I could hit was his back. I was already so
uncomfortable that I began whimpering immediately. He was not pushing
on my abdomen but that is what I feared was going to happen next. I
felt him pull down my tights and rub my pussy. This was just too much
for me and I begged him to stop. He then planted two fingers into my
pussy and put his face above mine so he could watch me beg and cry. He
proceeded to rub me in a way that was both excruciating and
pleasurable. When he rubbed my pee hole it was heaven and when he
pushed against my g-spot it infuriated my full bladder. The changing
expressions in my face told him it was working. He stopped and yanked
off one leg of my tights and spread both my legs as wide as the small
bathroom could accommodate. I was still very distraught but got
distracted watching him enjoy being back in control after 3 full hours
of restraint. He looked at me smiling. He wasn't smiling at me per say
he seemed more happy with himself. He took both my hands, held them
against the bathtub and continued his brand of torture on me. As he
watched my pained expression he said "Just relax and come for me." I
pleaded with him to stop. I admitted that I did not want to squirt pee
all over myself and the floor. "Oh shut up and stop crying. You have
won your fuckin' contest, now just relax and come for me." With this
he started to push really hard against my g-sport and I began to get
agitated and start screaming. Casey immediately let go of my hands so
he could place his hand over my mouth. And I came so hard I though I
was going to pass out. My bladder hurt so much but as soon as I came I
could not prevent the floodgates from opening and squirted a huge
stream splashing the bathroom and hallway floor. I was just trembling
and didn't say anything, I was in perpetual orgasm mode because my
pussy was irritated, my bladder was still full and pushing against my
g-spot. As soon as he let me go I turned to the side holding my legs
up to my chest. Casey got up and I just watched him. He hurriedly,
took his socks, pants and underwear off and flipped them down the
hallway making sure not to get anything wet. He was quite hard. He
didn't look at me. He took the toilet seat up and aimed. Then he
closed his eyes and peed noisily into the toilet. While the sound
reminded me that I had to pee myself, I just looked at him for what
seemed like a very long time. As I watched I secretly rubbed myself
and came again but I was not quiet enough. My whimpers amused him. He
said he was not done with me.

With this he helped me back up and placed me against the freestanding
sink. He grabbed a few towels and threw them on the floor in the
doorway. I held myself behind as he took my tights off. He then made a
knot with the top part leaving him with two longer pieces. He had
swiftly MacGivered a very efficient gag. I knew he did this out of
necessity as the bathroom was very badly soundproofed. Before he
placed the gag in my mouth and tied it in the back, he kissed me very
deeply. This always made me melt. The whole bathroom smelled like
urine. I tried not to think about the mess I was going to have on my
hands, I just wanted to be in that very moment. Casey lifted my dress
and tucked it in the back. He then pushed his cock against my pussy to
tease another orgasm out of me. As soon I started to tighten he
penetrated me fully. I said "ow..." but nothing came out. I just
concentrated on the intense feeling he gave me. As I started closing
my eyes he took his cock out and I squirted again, all over the floor.
Casey laughed and I felt him kiss my forehead. Soon enough he was
inside me again and he repeated this operation 3 more times. Each time
I screamed into the gag. Strangely enough, I didn't felt empty. We
were both standing on a very slippery and dangerous floor. He grabbed
my makeshift gag and pulled it out of my mouth to kiss me. "I love
that little hissing sound when water rushes out of you under
pressure." he then kissed me and replaced the gag. He was having fun
and so was I despite the fact that we were both obviously freezing and
hungry. He fucked me furiously but as soon as I was about to come he
progressively slowed down until he was just grinding his pelvic bone
into my clit. I was cumming again but he did not retract he just
stayed there enjoying my pussy clamping down on him. And then I felt
him twitch and I knew he was coming. He grabbed my gag and replaced it
with his mouth holding my head with both hands, they were cold and
soaking wet. As soon as he started to release me I started to shiver.
I was cold jello. I was teary and my face was full of spit, urine and
squirt from his hand. When he made me come so hard again he prevented
me from squirting and I still felt like I had to go. My pussy was on
fire. As soon as I was free I sat down on the toilet and peed. I may
have been cold and wet and hungry but I was floating and, I had won
the contest.

Casey soiled all but two of our fluffy bath towels to mop up the
floor. He then started the shower, closed the door and let the warmth
invade the room. He then kneeled in front of the toilet and asked if I
was okay. I was a bit dazed but smiled.

Casey: I love you. All the time. Whatever I do or say.

He was being a smart ass. And as soon as I smiled again he kissed me.
He is still ashamed of himself and his sexual impulses. He comes to me
in this way every time asking for forgiveness but half expecting me to
put him down or tear his head off. This reveals too much to me about
what happened. I enjoy him just being himself and I don't yet know how
to have that conversation.

We took a shower and decided that I would make lunch while he cleaned
up the bathroom and started the washing machine.

I sliced the Brioche and the brie. Placed the brie on the bread,
doused it with honey and stuck some walnuts on top before placing more
brie and another piece of bread. I had two heavy cast iron skillets,
smoking hot, that made an excellent makeshift pannini press. Big one
goes on the bottom, then the sandwich and the other one on top. Voila!

Casey showed up on queue and we were soon sitting at the table,
enjoying food that could almost be called dessert.

Casey: So, dare I ask what my humiliation is going to be?

I took my time enjoying my sandwich and wondered what to start with.

Livia: I simply want an evening of your time. MsGaia is having a sexy
dinner party next week and I wanted to volunteer you to be the Secret
Satan.

Casey: What is a Secret Satan?

Livia: It's like a Secret Santa but we were chatting and changed it
around to Secret Satan.

I continue to eat but he was getting curious.

Casey: Go on...

Livia: There are 14 guests so the 7 male guests will each bring a
wrapped up sensual gift. It will be labeled from whom but not to
anyone. You will be dressed in a bright red devil suit and hand out
the presents.

Casey: Arrgh... Fuck... That's the humiliating catch!

Livia: Oh, c'mon I will find you something really sexy.

Casey: I don't do costumes!

With that Casey got up to clear his plate and refill his water glass.
He waited for me to be done then motioned me to the sofa. As soon as
we were both sitting I explained further.

Livia: Each woman guest will know that there is a Secret Satan and
that they will get a gift. They have to prepare a kinky wish to
divulge to Satan. Nobody knows who Secret Satan will be until the
party. At one point in the evening each woman will go sit on your lap
to tell you their wish or fantasy. You will be outside of the earshot
of others. You are not expected to do anything about the wish itself
but you can ask questions or say something. You will then give each
one a gift. Then they will open their present so everyone can see what
they got.

Casey briefly seemed amused but all he could reply, annoyed, was "But
I have to wear a silly costume."

Livia: I don't care, you are mine for the evening and if you keep
complaining you will be a devil in really gay red hot pants from
Priape.

Casey put both his hands on face and sank into the sofa.

Livia: It's in 10 days, I am sure by then you will be looking forward
to it. The costume part is clouding you. Not only will you enjoy it,
you will make the best Secret Satan ever.

Casey: What will you be doing during this?

Livia: Probably watching, enjoying, like the other guests.

Casey: It's a public humiliation alright...

By now he was becoming slightly amused.

Livia: But think about it, nobody is going to know you lost a bet. In
fact, if you do a good job of it, most will clamor to be Secret Satan
at next year's party.

Casey: I should have known that you would have me wear a fuckin'
costume.

Livia: Oh c'mon, I'm not dressing you in something juvenile. The
reactions you will get will be quite pleasant I am sure.

Casey: Are you working on a wish to tell the devil?

Livia: Yes.

Casey: So I will have to bring a gift as well.

Last night I got to dress my man in a silly devil costume in MsGaia's
bathroom. It's not true he hates costumes, I can think of a lot of
costumes he would gladly wear but tonight was not a time for Secret
Caesar. By that time we had had dinner and he had observed who was
going to be landing on his lap pretty soon.

He was quite delightful as he sat on his Evil love seat. One by one
the women, all dressed in sexy (some a bit slutty) evening wear, went
up to him. Half of them actually sat on his lap and all told him their
wish in hushed tones. My sweetie was deliciously deadpan as he
listened and said something to each one. The last bit was intriguing
as it always made the women blush and smile. He then offered each one
a present announcing who brought it. One by one the ladies, including
our lovely hostess, opened silks scarves, massage oils, a g-spot
curved dildo and the one my man brought. It was a big heavy box with a
skull on it and had the label "Chocolate Suicide Kit." It was full of
great chocolate from various sources from Godiva to Cherry Blossoms. I
really wanted that. Everyone was obviously charmed by Casey's wicked
words and dark sense of humor.

Finally it was my turn to go sit on the devil's lap.

Casey: Well, good evening sexy one.

Livia: You are quite good at this, I am very impressed.

Casey: You are impressed that I can sit still while you parade a bunch
of girls in my face to see how I will handle it.

Livia: Your humiliation is almost over. I'm the last one.

Casey: So what do you wish for, perhaps Satan can pull some strings,
he knows some people.

Livia: My wish has already come true this evening.

Casey: So did I handle the tempting parade of pussy correctly? Was
that the second part of my humiliation?

Livia: There is no second part of your humiliation. The devil suit
fits the bill.

Casey was absolutely sure he had pegged down what I wanted to
accomplish and looked at me puzzled.

Casey: So what was it? Your wish?

Livia: All these women are my friends, some more than others, however
they hadn't met you because you are not a scene poseur. They are
curious about you and why I do not talk about us. Tonight, I had fun
watching each one come over and receive a few minutes of your wits and
charms. And it was obvious to me that each one of them enjoyed it on
many levels. So my wish has been for a long time to have the perfect
occasion to artfully rub you, my Master, in each of their faces. Then
send them home, perhaps a bit wet, with even more questions.

And as that information sunk in Casey smiled widely hugged me closer
and said "Satan is VERY proud of you for being such a naughty girl."

--

This story is fiction and remains the property of Livia Claudian
(liviaclaudian@gmail.com or FetLife)

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