1. And Then Came Dessert


    Date: 1/15/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    he better be prepared to take her shit no matter what.’ ‘Amazing. And did he do it? Did he eat it?’ ‘Yes. He told me he loved her and if that was what she wanted, then he was prepared to do it.’ ‘But then why did he leave her anyway?’ ‘Because she wouldn’t stop at that. It only got worse. Like, she would call him home from work whenever she had to take a crap. Or she would make him lick her clean when she had her period. But what really did it for him was that she would start doing things in public. Humiliating things, like once she made him kiss her feet in a restaurant, in front of all the people. She said she would throw a tantrum and ridicule him in front of everybody if he didn’t do it. One day when they were at the beach, he said she came out of the water and squatted over his face and pissed through her bathing suit right into his mouth, and there were people close enough to see it. Later when they were strolling along the promenade he ordered a hot dog, she took it from him and disappeared into one of the public toilets they have there, and when she came back the sausage was gone and there was a steaming turd in its place. He had to eat it while they walked and the people turned around to see where the shit smell was coming from.’ Jane suddenly jumped from her seat and grabbed my arm, pulling me to the floor. I landed on my back with a painful thud that knocked the air out of my lungs. Before I could recover, she was squatting down on me and I had her crotch in my ...
    face. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, and the hard fabric and the zipper scratched my nose and lips as she rashly and violently humped my face. My head kept bumping against the floor while she rode herself to a screaming climax in less than a minute. ‘I’m sorry. It was stronger than me. Habit, I guess. I sometimes forget we aren’t together anymore.’ She straightened her jeans before she sat down on her chair again. There was a dark wet patch on her crotch. I slowly got up and sat down at the other side of the table. I was numb and speechless and didn’t know what to think of her sudden spell of hotpants. Had it been triggered by my account of Al’s ordeal? After a while and a cigarette, Jane turned to me. ‘Would you go for something like that?’ ‘Go for what?’ ‘What you just told me.’ ‘No way. The woman is deranged. Humiliating him in public, for crying out loud.’ ‘Forget the public thing. Just the pissing and shitting. Would you do that?’ ‘It’s gross.’ ‘But you’d do it?’ What was she driving at? ‘Of course not.’ Jane stood up and came around the table. I recoiled involuntarily, thinking she was going to jump me again. ‘Peter, I want you to go to that dinner.’ ‘No I won’t.’ ‘You will. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you to. I want you to go and then you come straight to me and tell me everything that happened.’ ‘You’re crazy. What am I, a guinea pig for your curiousity?’ ‘Peter…’ ‘But… ‘ She raised her eyebrows. That was the no-protest sign. ‘Please don’t make me do this. ...
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