Monthly Archives: August 2007

Couple Therapy

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Finally, Jennifer was empty. I could see the relief rush across Lisa’s face, to quickly be replaced by fear again. I unhooked her hose and reattached it to Jennifer’s anal plug. Lisa tried to struggle but Taylor was holding her upright and the bondage was far too stiff to allow much escape. I turned the knob on the enema plug and watched as Jennifer’s enema water ran down the tube as well. She was screaming as she watched the brownish liquid run toward her mouth, knowing it would soon be swirling around her tongue and in her stomach. I spent the time ignoring her, making it less than an event, while examining Jennifer’s bound body. The posture collar held her neck completely rigid and the three layers of rubber hood and straps kept the blow up gag and eye pads in place. I set my hands at her new waist, amazed at the small measurement. Her youth made this a perfect time for corset training. Though it would be necessary to keep her in some form of corset for the rest of her life, her body was actually changing, reorienting itself to accommodate the constriction. In no time she would be permanently altered. Her breasts, despite their constriction beneath the rubber, really stood out in their splendor. I looked forward to having some fun with her before the sale.

I turned back to watch the last of the liquid run out of Jennifer. Lisa was crying as I watched her throat reluctantly swallow the final drops of what was most likely a horrible substance. Once I was sure she was finished, I replaced the feeding gag with two rubber wedges at the back of her teeth, holding her mouth open as wide as possible. I think she could tell it wasn’t over, but I don’t think she really knew. I attached a chain to either side of her collar and to the floor, removing any chance of her moving. I snapped my fingers for Taylor to standup. I whispered in her ear and she quickly backed up to Lisa’s bound form and squatted. I could really hear Lisa wail now as Taylor began pressing her ass against her mouth. It was a sight to be seen. A tall blonde slave girl with long shapely legs, rings piercing her body, teetering on ballet boots, squatting over the mouth of another slave. I couldn’t quite see what was happening, but from Lisa’s sounds and expression, I would guess that Taylor had relieved herself well. A mixture of piss and shit filled Lisa’s mouth as Taylor stood up again. I don’t think Lisa knew what to do. But eventually, as I petted Taylor on her knees again and watched, she knew there wasn’t anything she could do. Her tongue swirled the feces and urine around and I watched it slide down her throat.

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Allison’s little shit adventure

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Allison dipped her finger into her cunt, got it wet and slid it down to her waiting back hole. She pushed in, hoping to meet some shit to dig out and enjoy while she finished bringing herself off. No luck.nothing but an empty hole. She smelled her finger and enjoyed the mild shit aroma. This only heightened her determination to have some of her own fudge to munch on while she came. This had become a ritual with Allison and she wasn’t about to have less than a perfect cum. She thought about driving home and finishing things up there, but she was too aroused to stop now.

Allison pushed and grunted and thought she detected the familiar feel of a turd moving down her tunnel, but a quick probe with her finger produced nothing. She was determined and once again grunted and strained to move some shit to her waiting finger. With one final push Allison was rewarded with the touch of something firm against the tip of her finger. She relaxed, but the moving turd didn’t stop moving. She tried to constrict her anus, but her shit had a mind of its own and suddenly slipped out of Allison’s hole to lay on the car seat between her legs. Christ, it was beautiful. Allison ran her finger over the 8? length and felt her heart pounding with excitement. She was about to dip in and scoop up a fingerfull, when she heard the deep rumble of a large engine. Christ, there was a tour bus parked right beside her and people were getting off in droves. She then noticed that it’d stopped raining and the sun was shinning. Now what?

Allison quickly gathered up her trophy turd and then noticed an older man had stopped outside her car and was looking at her. Allison tried to lock her door, but it was too late as the man pulled her car door open releasing the distinctive shit aroma.

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