“I need to get going soon. I’ve got to get home so I can put my thoughts on paper!” she said.
Of course. As kind as she was, I should never forget that I’m simply helping her with her research. This hurts to hear, but probably a good reminder. I was still worried about what she might write.
“Don’t worry John, I won’t use your name. Or at least, I won’t use your last name. All my subjects are referred to as ‘John’ in my research. If you want to know, your pseudonym is ‘John Deere’, because you’re built like a tractor. That’s a compliment!” she giggled.
“Haha, OK, thanks I guess.” I said. “Are you really going to write about everything we’re doing?”
“Not really. My research is more about the emotional dynamic, and less about the actual sex acts we perform. If you’re interested, you should come to my lecture next week when I’ll be covering the topic of ’emotional responses to sexually induced humiliation.’ It’s a topic we’re going to explore a lot deeper in the coming weeks.”
Oh jeez. “Sure, same time, same place?”
“Yes, and bring an overnight bag!” she said with a smile. “But first, it’s Saturday and day 3. Let’s crank it up to 5!”
I had just showered and cleaned myself so I was presentable. I assumed my position over Lina’s lap.
“Oh, John. You’re looking a bit red. I think you need some ointment. I’ll help you with that, but first, let’s get number 4 out of you.”
She eased it out and dropped it in the sink. She pulled out number five and showed it to me. This last one was a huge step up, and I started to get really nervous.
“This is not going to be easy, but it’ll be worth it, I promise.” She pressed the tip to my asshole and began the rocking motion. It took maybe 10 minutes, but finally she was approaching the thickest part. Then her phone beeped.
“Oh look,” she showed me her phone. “Someone’s had a plug out of their ass for too long!” she giggled.
She resumed the pressure and it felt like my ass was about to split in 2. I started to moan loudly and I was about to scream when she grabbed my balls. I got distracted and in that moment she pushed it home. It was in, and I felt like I was carrying a football in my ass. She patted my bum and exclaimed “Yay, you did it!!”
I got up and I felt dizzy. I started to walk to the sink but noticed I needed to take wider steps. I had the waddle of someone who shat themself, which is funny, since that’s a physical impossibility for me at the moment.
“Hey, we need to take good care of that butthole. I don’t want to hurt you. Do you have any cream?”
I fished some lotion out of my cupboard and gave it to her.
“Come back here, lie down and I’ll take care of it.”
I lay down again and she started to massage my ring. It felt wonderful. She would grab the base of the plug and shift it to get the lotion into each crevice. She was being so gentle with me.
“Thank you John. This must hurt, but I really appreciate your effort, as always,” she said
“It’s all for you Lina. I love you.”
“Thank you John, you’re sweet.” I put myself out there and I was crushed.. I should probably forget the idea of ever dating this goddess. She’s playing with my emotions like a puppet master.
“Now, I need to run. So you won’t see me for a few days, but we’ll be in touch.” I think I must have looked a bit sad. “Don’t worry, I just have a lot of work to do. This may be all fun and games for you, but I have a job!”
“Hey, I do too!” That’s right, I do too, I almost forgot!
“See you Thursday then! Don’t forget, the lecture is at 3. And until then, keep yourself plugged. You can remove it overnight, but it must stay in from 8am to 10pm with up to 2 hours break so you can take a shit give yourself a chance to heal. OK?”
“Whatever you say boss,” I said sarcastically.
She didn’t like my joke. “We’re in this together and I hope you trust me.”
“I know, I was joking. şişli escort I’ll do whatever you tell me, clearly.”
She smiled. “Thanks John. Oh, and you can have my bacon and eggs. No offense, but I’ve lost my appetite. I’m sure you understand.”
I did. “Ok, thanks.”
And then she left. I already miss her. I’m looking forward to reading her research paper so I can understand what the hell is happening to me. A week ago I was just a normal guy with a normal sex life, and look at me now.
—
I spent Sunday catching up on my work and getting ready for the week. I couldn’t take my mind off Lina. I kept thinking back to the moment when she was going to let me piss in her mouth. Was that for real? What if I had actually done it? And of course, the feeling of her shit exiting her ass and dropping into my open mouth. I get chills just thinking about it.
Then on Monday I went into the office. I met up with my team and we all went for lunch. We traded stories about our weekends. Mine was fairly boring, I said. I felt a pang of guilt with that lie, but that’s the least of the concerns I’m dealing with mentally.
Then Tuesday night I got a text from Lina. “Hey darling. I’ve been thinking about you a lot this week! I thought I would have heard from you. How are you?”
My heart raced and I was so happy! She was thinking about me. I felt like a teenager. OK, ‘be cool’ I told myself.
“Hey Lina. I have been thinking about you too. Sorry, I thought you needed a break. I’m looking forward to your lecture, it should be interesting! How are you?”
“I’m good! Just caught up with some friends on Sunday. And I drove Anna to the airport yesterday. She couldn’t stop talking about you! I told her about our ‘breakfast’ ;)”
…
“You did?”
“Yes. She’s now asking me how I found you! I told her you’re a diamond in the rough and men like you are unique. But I said I would help her. She’s great, and she deserves someone as nice as you!”
I was so ashamed. She now knows I eat shit. One day there could be a critical mass of people that know about this if Lina continues to spread this around, and then that will be my identity. But at the same time, I’m flattered! It’s so strange to have these opposite feelings at the same time.
“Well, it would be great to see her again one day!”
“She said so too. Hopefully we can make that happen somehow. Anyway, I’m also texting because I’m dying to take a shit. You keen?”
Keen for what? Is she really texting me, asking if I’d like to come around so she can shit in my mouth?
“Sorry, are you asking if I can come over?”
“Of course, silly! I’ve been eating really healthy these past few days, I promise!”
That’s funny. She thinks I’ve got enough sense to worry about how healthy her shit is before I eat it, as if that is a factor in my decision.
“As tempting as that is, I’ve got dinner almost ready here.” Was that going to work?
“Oh, what did you make?” She sounded disappointed.
“I grilled some salmon and I’m having it with some rice and steamed veggies. Simple Tuesday dinner!”
“Yum! I’d love to eat that! How about this… I’ll come to you and you can feed me. And in return…”
Oh god. She’s so devious.
“… I’ll feed you?”
…
“Ok,” was all I could say.
“I’ll bring a bottle of bubbles. I can’t stay the night. I’ll have to eat and run.”
That was disappointing to hear, but I did have to work the next day too. “Ok, see you soon,” I said.
—
I heard a knock on the door, and when I opened it, she looked absolutely stunning. She wore a little tartan mini skirt and a collared shirt showing perfect cleavage. She wore glasses too, which was new.
“Can I come in? You’re just staring at me John.”
“Oh. Sorry. Of course!”
She smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss on the lips.
She walked into the kitchen like she taksim escort lived there. She dropped her keys on the table and pulled out a bottle of sparkling wine, and then a second bottle with a cork. Here we go, sparkling for her, piss for me. She also had a big package with her that was wrapped up that seemed pretty heavy.
“Is dinner ready?” she asked.
“Yes, it’s just here. I guess you need to prepare mine?” I asked with some hesitation.
“I do. Do you want to watch?”
“OK,” I said.
“Thought you might, perv!… joking!” she giggled. “Can you get me a plate?”
“Oh, sorry, aren’t we going to the bathroom again?”
“No, we’re having dinner together silly!” she said.
I gave her a plate and she slipped her shoes off and climbed onto the table. No undies, as usual.
She squatted over the plate and I sat at the kitchen table. It was surreal. Out came a brown snake that must have been 15″ long! It coiled around itself and sat there like a real life poo emoji. Oof.
Then she hopped off the table, went to her bag and pulled out some parsley. She snipped a few sprigs with some scissors and placed them gently on the side of her feces. Bon appetit.
She said “can you get us a couple glasses? I brought us some wine and…”
“Yes, I know, and some cold piss.”
“Haha, yes! It’s not cold though. I’m not a monster! I warmed it up just before leaving. Please sit!” I sat down and she poured herself a glass of bubbles and me a glass of her luke warm piss.
We both sat down and she started eating. “This looks wonderful, thank you John! Well, don’t make me eat alone. It stinks in here, so it would be nice if you could eat that up! To be honest, it’s still pretty gross for me sitting here and watching you eat that. And you haven’t even thanked me!”
Sigh. “Ok, thank you for… cooking?” I said. “I hope you enjoy the fish!”
“It’s delicious. And between us, I’m glad I’m eating this and not that!” She wrinkled her nose and laughed.
“I was thinking. To help you with this, would you like me to release you from your cage? It might make it easier.”
“Yes please!” This was a nice surprise. She went to the kitchen counter, grabbed her keys and then unlocked me after she tried a few different keys. It’s such an amazing feeling. I instantly started getting hard, just from the light touch. But why did she have more than one key? I would never ask, but I’m sure that will bother me for a while.
“Is that better?” she asked. She gave it a little stroke and went back to her meal.
“Thank you. That feels so much better! Do we really need it anymore?” I said.
“Sorry John, it’s part of the training. Sex and arousal is all about association. I want you to associate me, my body and everything that comes out of me with sex. And it’s clearly working. Don’t touch yourself just yet so we don’t have another ‘accident’,” she said. “Now take a bite, our dinners are getting cold!”
I picked up my fork and pulled out a piece, and felt my cock twitch. It’s like she’s programming my mind like a computer. I brought it to my mouth and put it in my mouth. It started to dissolve on my tongue, and I started to feel ill. I wanted to vomit, but forced myself to keep my composure so I didn’t offend Lina. She was eating her dinner and watching me at the same time. She smiled and I think she could tell how difficult it was for me, but there was no hint that she was going to tell me I could stop.
We both continued eating and she started asking about my day. What the fuck? It’s clear she’s trying to normalize, but I’m not there yet. I answered her and told her about some argument I had with my boss, and what I had for lunch, and she just sat there listening. To reciprocate, I asked her about hers.
“Mine was good. I have a creepy student in one of my classes that is clearly wants to fuck me, so I’m desperately trying to make sure we’re fatih escort never alone together, just to be safe.”
“Is that guy I saw at your lecture?”
“No, it’s a woman.”
“Oh.” My cock just got harder. I took another bite.
“She’s very smart, but she actually looks quite strong. It’s a bit scary.”
“Well let me know if I can help. I can join your classes, walk with you whenever you need.”
“You’re sweet John. She would think we were dating, is that what you’re thinking?”
I blushed. “No, no. I just meant that she wouldn’t try anything if a bigger guy was around.” I really don’t think she’s going to buy that.
“I’ll let you know, thanks,” she smiled, and squeezed my hand across the table.
“Now finish up, I have a surprise for you!”
Oh no, this cannot be good! I finished the last mouthful and downed the last of her piss.
I went shopping today and I bought you something, or I bought us something. Open it!
I took the package and opened it, but I didn’t immediately understand what it was. She saw my look of confusion and started to explain.
“It’s a new stereo system!… haha, no. It’s called a toilet box! The man at the shop says he’s only ever sold one before, but they’re really well made. It’s a wooden box that sits on the floor, and the ‘receiver’ lays on their back, puts their head inside, and the giver sits on top where there’s a toilet seat. So it’s like using a regular toilet… for me at least. There’s also restraints on the side so the receiver’s wrists can be restrained. We won’t use those I don’t think. What do you think, John?”
“I, I don’t know what to think! Do we really need this?”
“You don’t like it?” She looked a bit sad.
“No, I do! I just thought that I was doing a good job, and didn’t need to be restrained or anything. I just ate your delicious dinner!”
“I can take it back, I think. I still have the receipt. Is that what you want?” She looked at me with disappointment, and I knew then that we were keeping it.
“No, it’s good! It could be fun actually!”
“Great! Let’s try it!” She beamed. “I need to pee after all that wine. Lie on the floor and slip your head in this hole.”
I lay down and slipped my head in fairly easily. There were a few accessories like a rubber hood, funnel system and some eyelets where handcuffs could be attached, but we didn’t use any of that.
She pulled up her skirt and sat down. We did use one feature. There was a handle on the side that could raise and lower the receiver’s head. She raised it up so my mouth was right on her pussy. She was right, this will be fun! I started licking and really enjoying myself. She moaned and I could tell she was having a good time.
Then she lowered it a few inches and told me to open wide. I did as instructed, and the torrent started. I swallowed as quickly as I could.
She got up and I got out too and stood up. “Great, it works! How was that?”
“Fun actually! I could lie there all day licking your pussy!”
“Ooh! Yes please! But not today unfortunately. I need to get going. That was so fun, I can’t wait to do it again! You’re still coming to my lecture on Thursday, right?”
“Sounds great! I’ll be there,” I said.
“Great. I spoke to my friend Angela and she said she’d love to host us at her place for the weekend. She has an amazing estate just outside the city. There’s a fancy dinner planned for when we arrive as well.”
“Fancy dinner? OK, so how fancy are we talking? Should I bring a suit?”
“No John, just come as you are. In fact, you may not need to wear anything at all,” she said with a sly smile.
She did a little wave goodbye, grinned and said “Also, John, some friendly advice, you should probably open a window, it’s getting a bit rank in here.”
Maybe don’t shit on my dinner table! “Haha, thanks, I will.”
“Oh, and you can leave the plug at home on Thursday. We won’t be needing it anymore.”
That almost sounded like good news, but now I’m fairly confident I’ll have her fist in my ass instead.
“Looking forward to it, I guess? Bye my love!”
“See you soon lover boy!” She blew me a kiss and was gone.