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Storycodes: Solo-F; FF; D/s; mast; caught; lesbian; hum; denial; voy; latex; catsuit; hood; drug; oral; toys; climax; reluct/cons; X
Slowly but surely the New York subway train gathered speed, the firm forward motion sent an almost unnoticeable shudder through Emily’s body as she was having yet another orgasm. She knew pretty damn well how to hide this for the outside world as Mrs. M had taught her the hard way. To the innocent bystander it would look like she was just shivering with cold. Only someone really paying attention might notice there was something else going on. Her body shivering while her look would turn to a gaze for only a second. But in New York no one paid attention. As the orgasm slowely subsided Emily relaxed a bit as her mind started wandering back to almost a year ago. Back to the events that would change her live for good.
Sex had never really been a thing for Emily. When she was 15 years old, her mom had caught her red handed while she was playing with herself. It had been the first time ever that Emily tried masturbating and the absolute shock and horror over the fact that she got caught plus her mom raising an absolute shitstorm about it, meant that, from that moment on, she didn’t even dare to go near her pussy in that way. During her sophomore year in college she had pretty much figured out that she was more into girls than boys and one cold winters night she ended up having an ‘incident’ with Flo, the girl in the nextdoor dormroom. They had stayed firmly at 1st base for weeks, but that night, as they were laying in Emily’s warm bed, Flo started making advances to go to 2nd. The moment Flo touched Emily’s pussy though, Emily froze, shut her legs tight and jumped out of bed.
“Sorry Flo I.... I cannot do this. It’s....”.
Flo looked kinda shocked and alarmed and then angry and humiliated. “You stupid cunt!” Flo yelled. “I thought you liked me? What is this psycho shit all about? Stupid faker!”
Flo jumped out of bed too, threw on her robe and left the room. The next day all the girls in school knew that Emily was a crazy lesbian bitch who had made a pass at Flo who, as everybody knew of course, was as straight as an arrow. Emily endured the humiliation. Had to endure it. Eventually things sorta went back to normal, but the incident had cost her all her friends, and the muffled grins and laughs behind her back would last all through the rest of her college days.
Now she knew for sure that sex was not her thing. Twice she had surrendered to it. Twice she’d got hurt bad. So instead she started focussing on her study, ignoring the smoldering fire in her belly. She graduated best of her class and went to KU for a law study. As partying and fooling around where banned from her life, she had little else to do than study, and study she did. In fact she got her degree in the shortest period of time ever and was also offered a dream starting position at a NY lawfirm.
In less than two weeks she was gone from the small Midwest hometown she grew up in. She said goodbye to her parents, to her one childhood girlfriend and hopped onto a train towards the great unknown. She had no idea she would never see her family and friends ever again.
That first autumn in New York was wonderful. Nobody knew her and nobody cared. She loved it. Her work was very demanding but she liked it a lot. On top of that, she had been very lucky with her apartment. It was located in Harlem which meant she had to commute to Manhattan every day, but on the flipside it was fairly big and set in a really nice neighbourhood with shops and restaurants right around the corner. It was a shame the next door apartment was empty though, but since Emily liked keeping to herself she didn’t care that much.
Then, one day in november she noticed a U-Haul truck standing in front of the apartment building. When she got off the elevator, she noticed that the door to the empty apartment was open and she heard stumbling inside. She went to take a look.
“Hello? Anybody there??” Carefully she entered the apartment. It was empty save for some boxes, some of which were quite big. “Be right with ya!” A guys voice came from one of the rooms in the back and as she turned around, she saw a sweaty guy in coveralls walking towards her.
“Hi”, Emily said as she walked towards him with her hand held out as to shake his. “My name is Emily and I am the girl living next door.”
The guy smiled at her and said. “Well you’re not my neighbour hon’. I am only the poor sod who can carry all these boxes up here is all. Some lady called and told me to pick it up at this really fancy place on the Upper East side? She sounded like a bitch to me but the pay is good. Anyway, I’d love to stay and chat with you but you know errrr..... I have things to do”. Without saying another word he walked past Emily and left the apartment, probably to pick up some more boxes. She never saw or heard anyone.
It had been four weeks now ‘or was it five’? And the apartment might as well still have been empty. Every night when Emily came home she would look at the apartment door but it was always closed and she never heard anything.
Just about the time she had almost completely forgotten about the ‘new people next door’, she ran into one. She had come home a bit earlier than normal that day as she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to take a couple of Excedrins and call it an early night. Just as she was about to stick her key in the door, someone came walking out of the apartment. Emily saw a girl in what looked like baggy jogging pants and an even baggier sweater. She turned around and stepped up to her. “Hi, I’m Emily, your neighbour! So nice to finally meet you. I started thinking the apartment was still empty.”
Emily gave her her best smile but the girl hardly responded. “Thank you.” She muttered and gave a vague and absent smile. It struck Emily how pretty she was, even though her clothes were awfull, the girl looked stunning. Thick, long blond hair, the bluest eyes and a considerable amount of make-up, that made her look (....like a streethooker....) even prettier. And then those tits! Even the baggy sweater couldn’t conceal that she had at least a size 38 DD under there.
“Look I err, I’d love to stay and talk but I have to ......... ermm. I have to go.” Emily noticed a vague shiver going through the girls body. Also her eyes went blank for just a second. The girl started walking towards the elevator and again Emily noticed something strange. The girl walked funny. Almost like, like (......she had something crammed up her ass.....) she pooped her pants or something.
“Hey, I never caught your name!” Emily said but the girl had allready entered the elevator and shut the door.
‘Well, that was nice’, Emily thought sarcastically. ‘Nice to meet you to too’, she thought and went inside.
Later Emily decided the girl must have been in a real hurry and therefor acted kinda strange, maybe she was sick or something? Who knows. Now that she knew someone was living there she decided to give it another go. The next day she bought a nice bottle of wine and that same night she went over. She knocked on the door and yelled, “Hi! Emily here.... I thought it would be nice to say hello and maybe we can get to know each other a bit better.”
Nothing.... Silence. Emily waited a bit, knocked again and finally gave up. But then, just as she turned to walk away she heard something. She stopped and turned again.... Nothing. She waited. Silent, and just as she thought she had just been hearing something outside, she heard it again. A slow moaning. There was somebody in there after all! She knocked on the door again. Angry. “Hey! HEY! I know you are in there! I can hear you. All I want is to say hi, you don’t have to act so stuck up!”
Nothing... Emily leaned forward and listened at the door... She could hear a slow, droning hum and then there was that moan again, like someone was (....having an orgasm?.....) in pain or something. Confused and not knowing what to say next, Emily left the bottle of wine at the door and went home. ‘Some neighbours’ she thought as she undressed herself to go to bed. ‘Well, so much for trying to be a good neighbour.’ She thought, as she turned the light off and went to sleep.
An hour later, the banging started.......
Something woke Emily up. She felt out of it, as you can sometimes feel when something startled you out of your sleep. She looked around in the dark, trying to find the comforting glow of the alarm clock. It would give her an orientation point and also tell her what time it was...
0:15am. And she heard banging?? She got out of bed and listened carefully.
Thud, thud.... Thud..... Thud, thud, thud.....
It came from next door. ‘What the hell?’ She thought. ‘What are they doing in there’???
Emily walked to the far end of the room and tried to put her ear against the wall so that she might hear a bit better. It didn’t help much, except maybe for the fact that she could sometimes hear somebody say things, but it was indistinct.
‘Ok, this is ridiculous! I don’t care what they are doing but do they HAVE to do it in the middle of the night’??
Emily grabbed her robe and walked to the door. ‘Why did she end up with such crazy people next door’? She thought.
Knocking on someones door in the middle of the night, asking if they could keep it down, whatever they were doing in there, was the last thing she wanted. The last thing that came to her mind when she fantasized about what it would be like to have new neighbours. She walked out to the hallway and knocked on the door. Nothing. She knocked again. She was really, really! Trying to stay calm. She didn’t want to yell like she did earlier.
She knocked again and said to the closed door; “Hello uhm. Hi! This is Emily from next door? I was wondering, could you please stop with whatever makes that noise? I uhm, I am trying to sleep, thank you!”
Again no response so she gave up and went back to her apartment, hoping they got the message.
They didn’t. When she walked back into her bedroom things were quiet, but the moment she took off her robe and laid back down. Thud, thud... silence.....thud, thud, thud, thud.....silence......thud, THUD, THUD.
Emily sat back upright. Now what? She felt like crying. Her first impulse was to start banging on the walls and scream on the top of her voice to shut the hell up. But that wasn’t gonna help. Then she thought of something. She knew that the fire escape bordered the window to the room were the noise was coming from. Maybe, if she went outside and leaned over far enough, she would be able to see what the hell it was they were doing in there.
She went to her bedroom window and opened it. It was a good thing it was still fairly warm for a November night. She sat in the windowsill and pulled her feet outside. Landing on the cold metal surface of the fire escape made her shudder, but the thought of spying on her neighbours gave her a strange feeling of excitement. She walked over to edge and leaned over. Damn! The window was too far out for her to see. Plus it looked they had boarded it up or something. It was pitch black. For a moment she stould there. Disappointed and desperate. What else was there to do?
Then she noticed a very small streak of light coming from the upper righthand part of the window. A small hole. ‘Maybe I can peek through it’? she thought. She looked at the ledge underneath the window. It seemed big enough to support her. Maybe if she got on the ledge, she could hold on the the fire escape and scurry over far enought to peek in. The fact that she wasn’t scared of heights made the descision quite easy. She worked her way onto the ledge and started shuffeling to the window.
When she got as far out as possible she was still not able to peek through the little hole. Just to the right of her sat a metal drain pipe. She’d have to let go of the fire escape, shift her balance and grab the pipe. It was doable but risky. If she fell she’d for sure break something. She stoood there for what seemed like a long time. Her mind said it was better to go back, but her heart wanted to look into that window so bad now! Just when her mind had won and she was about to scurry back, she heard that noise again.
‘That’s it’! She thought and without hesitating she let go of the fire escape, shifted her balance and grabbed the drain pipe. ‘There! Easy enough miss Croft!’ She grinned. She put one foot on the ledge of the window and sort of hoisted herself up. There! She still had to stretch and she wasn’t going to be able to keep this up for long but she could finally peek inside.
Her heart was racing now, she stretched her neck and was finally able to peek inside. She saw..... Nothing?
Well, she saw something of course but it wasn’t what she expected. She could make out a corner of the room. She saw a door and part of a wall padded with..... Rubber?? There were things hanging from the wall looking like hoses and probes and.... (....clamps and rubber dildo’s.....). And then, just as she was beginning to lose her grip, a figure entered the room entirely clad in rubber... She let go.
Emily couldn’t sleep. She was in shock over what she had seen. Couldn’t place it. It was just too far out there. A person all dressed in rubber? Rubber walls? And what’s with the tubes, probes and dildo’s? She laid there for perhaps and hour when she finally gave up. She got up out of bed, turned on her laptop and sat down. She had to find out what this was all about.
And did she find out....
When Emily first looked at the clock it was 8am. She had been browsing the net for 5 hours straight and what she had seen was beyond anything she had ever imagined. She got up to go to the batroom when she noticed her knickers where soaked through and there was even a wet spot on her chair. She felt that fire in her belly screaming at her. It had always been there since she gave up on sex, smoldering, growing. Now it was roaring like a forest fire! She had seen things that made her crazy with lust. Made her wonder what she had been doing all her life?
Now she knew about Enema’s, Vacuum pumps, golden showers, whipping, caning, forced orgasms, Mistresses, slaves and so on and so forth, and it had made her crinch with desire. She lowered her knickers to pee in the toilet, but then she hesitated. One thing she had seen was girls pissing through their panties, they’d just let go on the spot. She sat there for a second and then slowely, as in a dream, she pulled her panties back up. She walked to the kitchen to (....piss herself...) make coffee. And then, as she was standing at the kitchen counter getting a coffee cup, she let go. First a slow trickle and then a steady stream of piss that ran down her legs onto the kichen floor.
‘Oh my God, I am really doing this!’ Emily thought as her hand moved between her legs as to confirm that there really was a steady stream of piss coming out of her sex depraved pussy. She came so hard that her legs gave way and she stumbled to the floor. There she sat in her own puddle of piss and she loved it!
SEE EMILY PLAY PT. 2
MEETING MRS. M.
After the rush of the orgasm subsided Emily got up from the floor and finished her cup of coffee. Her panties were soaked through and her legs were wet with her own piss, but she loved it. She made her way back to her bedroom and sat back down behind her computer. Earlier that night she had found a website called therubberclinic.com and for some reason she kept going back to it. At one point she had paid for a subscription and she loved all the nasty content she had found. She restarted a video she had been watching. A helpless girl in the shiniest black latex outfit was being ‘treated’ by two latex nurses. One was fucking her silly with a huge strap on dildo, while the other was forcing her to drink her own piss. The girls make-up was a mess and she looked completely helpless. And all Emily could think, while she watched that video over and over was; ‘God, I wish I was that girl’.
A loud knocking on the door nearly made her fall out of her chair. Sex and getting caught in the act, even as indirectly as someone knocking on the door, made Emily feel guilty and scared. She fell right back to earth feeling like she was caught once again. Quickly she stumbled to her feet and made her way to the door. The knocking continued, impatient. Emily looked through the peephole and saw a stunningly beautiful dark haired bombshell standing outside. She unlocked her door and opened it. “Hi, how can I help you?” Emily said. The woman standing on her doorstep looked gorgeous. Long, raven dark hair. Tall. She wore a white satin shirt with poofy sleeves and a long black leather pencil skirt.
“Do you really think it’s normal to peek into other peoples houses sweetheart?” The lady asked without making any attempt at being friendly or social.
“I errr........ Well, I...”
“And do you think it’s normal to open the door while wearing piss soaked panties?” The lady continued without waiting for Emily’s answer.
With a shock Emily remembered she’d gone and opened the door without realizing she had pissed her panties not ten minutes earlier, and although her legs had dried up, her panties were still cleary wet or, very damp at least. She felt blood rush to her head and knew she was turning beetred.
“How do you know I”...
“Pissed your panties”? The lady interrupted Emily.
“No, I mean...... I am sorry about that... I mean, how do you know I peeked in your window?”
“That, my dear, is none of your business. What I want to know is, did you like what you saw?”
“I’m not sure what I saw.” Responded Emily, but her mind immediately drifted back to the rubber clad figure she saw entering the room last night, instantly filling her stomach with butterflies. She felt downright horny and the commanding tone in the voice of this woman only made it worse. “I think I saw someone wearing.......latex? And there were all kinds of, of..... Sex objects hanging from the wall!”
The lady burst out laughing, looked Emily straight in the eyes and suddenly stuck out her hand and grabbed Emily’s wet cunt. “I like pissy cunts, Emily, did you know that?” She whispered. “Do you know what dirty little games you can play with piss? I’m going to have so much fun with you.” The lady stepped closer to Emily, so close that Emily could smell her sweet and strong perfume. She felt overwhelmed and downright intimidated by this tall, mysterious woman. But at the same time she felt an almost undeniable urge to (....get down on her knees and lick that gorgeous leather skirt...) submit to this woman.
“Well.......What, errrr.....What is it you want from me? I just wanted the banging noises to stop! It was almost
one in the morning and I got no response so I.... I just.... I. I had to see for myself what the noise was.” Whimpered
“The noise, sweetheart.” Said the lady, now all too friendly. “Was me fucking my slave with a nice, big, rubber strapon. Did you hear her moan? Moan with lust?”
Emily stumbled backwards. ‘This isn’t happening,’ she thought. ‘Someone stepping up to your door talking about pissing games and fucking someone with a strapon’??? But then again, opening your door while openly wearing piss soaked panties wan’t very normal either. “Yes, I heard....” Whispered Emily.
“Follow me.” The lady let go of Emily and stepped back. It wasn’t a question or even suggestion. It was a demand! Emily didn’t even think about protesting but instead followed the lady out into the hallway to the nextdoor appartment. She didn’t know that this was the last time she had walked out of her own appartment....
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MATRIX?
The appartment she walked into was sparsely furnished. The walls and tiled floor were sparkling white and also the lighting was very bright, giving the place a cold and unpersonal feel. There was also a strong smell in the house. Emily couldn’t quite place it, but it reminded her of her childhood, swimming, inflatable tubes. Then suddenly Emily knew..... There hung a heavy smell of rubber in the apartment.
There was a black leather two seater, black leather chair and a small coffee table with two glasses on it. On the far wall hung a black and white picture of a lady wearing a shiney rubber mac. The only color in the picture were her lips, that stood out bright red. On the other wall, facing the two seater, hung a big flatscreen TV. To Emily’s shock and horror she saw that the exact video she had been watching in her appartment, was showing but the sound was muted.
“Sit!” The lady gestured to the chair and Emily sat down. “Please, drink up.” The lady said, pointing at one of the glasses, again her tone was downright demanding.
Emily picked up the longdrink glass and took a sip. It was cold water, but it tasted soo good to her. The excitement and fear that fought for her attention had made Emily quite thirsty and she finished more than half of the glass in one big gulp. The lady looked on with a faint smile as Emily finished her glass and then put it back on the coaster.
“Okay Emily, let’s get down to business. I am not one to waste time.” She sat down accross from Emily and took a small sip from her own drink. “First of all, my name is Marian. If we decide to go into business together, you shall not use that name but instead call me Mrs. M. The reason you are here is because I have chosen you to be my new project. If you accept the proposition I am about to make, you will no longer be Emily but instead be called No. 4.”
Emily listened with growing suprise as Mrs. M told her about how she had chosen Emily when she was still in college and had been following her life ever since. At first Emily was listening to every word Mrs. M said, but after a while all the details about where and when she had followed Emily and which actions she had taken to get to this point, started to go over her head and she slowly lost her interest. It almost seemed as if the lady was deliberately dragging this story out beyond measure, and after a while the voice of Mrs. M became a drone in the background. Emily found herself staring at Mrs. M’s leather skirt again.... feeling an increasing urge to sit on her knees in front of Mrs. M and lick that skirt. She felt horny, dizzy.....sleepy.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Emily said suddenly and with a slur “but. I need to pee real bad and, I feel kinda dizzy.”
“Ah, so it’s working! Good. I was getting sick of listening to myself to be honest. Let’s wrap this up then, shall we?” Mrs. M stood up and walked over to Emily. “Have you ever seen the Matrix, Emily?” Mrs M asked.
Emily nodded her head. She didn’t care about the Matrix. She had to pee real bad now and, and..... (she wanted to lick......lick.......oh God, lick that skirt).
“Do you remember the scene where Mobius offers two pills to Nemo?”
Emily nodded again (lick your skirt mistress, please let me).
“Okay, well.....this is what I can offer you now.” Mrs. M said. “You either let the drink do its job and become crazed with lust in oh, say, 10 more minutes because I spiked it with XTC. What’s more, I will immediately begin to teach you that you know nothing about what it is like to have to pee ‘real bad’. Because I also put a diuretic in your drink and that urge to pee is about to get much worse.” Mrs M lowered herself in front of Emily so that their eyes were level. “If you let the drink do its job, there is no way back. I will immediately start your training and conditioning and you will not leave this apartment for a long time to come, you will, effective immidiately, become a sexslave......”
“If you want to bail out, that is fine too, although very regretable. I will give you a shot of vitamin C that will drastically shorten the XTC high, take you back to your appartment and our paths will never cross again, because by the time you have sobered up, this appartment and me, will be gone for good.” Mrs M looked deep into Emily’s eyes and whispered; “choose wisely Emily. You’re a natural. I can turn you into a top slave! I know you want it.....It’s in your eyes. Lust, obedience, hunger......”
Emily felt the XTC do it’s work. All she felt now was utter love for Mrs. M. She wanted to surrender and be with her forever and ever and...... She had to pee so bad now. Only very remotely a voice in her head was telling her to slow it down, think it over (lick her skirt), what about her apartment, her job (piss all over this couch).....
“Yes...” It was barely audible, nothing more than a hoarse whisper, but an unmistakeable yes. “I want to lick your skirt now Mrs. M.” Emily heard herself say and the last lucid memory was of Mrs M getting up and, standing in front of Emily, pushing her face into Mrs. M’s leather crotch and Emily started licking.........
Over the next couple of hours Emily kept drifting in and out of a dreamlike state. For what seemed like all eternity, her whole universe consisted of dark, smooth, shiney leather. Wet with her own saliva. The smell of leather and underneath that, very faint, the smell of Mrs. M’s wet cunt...... It was heaven. Licking......Just licking..... It was bliss.
A tingling sensation in her groin sort of brought her back to the real world. She found herself in another, brightly lit room. When her vision became more focussed, she discovered she was in some sort of big walk-in closet. She noticed racks full of latex, plastic and PVC clothing. She however, was stark naked, tied to a pole with her legs spread. At some point she must have been releaving her bladder because the desparate urge to pee was gone. Mrs. M. was nowhere to be seen, but in front of her sat a girl on her knees, wearing a white transparent latex babydoll and she was furiously licking Emilys dripping wet slit. Emily moaned and started gyrating her hips, causing the tingling sensation to grow. She knew she was about to come! The XTC high gave her an overwhelming sensation of love and lust for the girl and when she finally stuck two rubber gloved fingers up her craving sexcave, she came fast and hard and drifted back into her dreamworld.
For a while she bathed in the sensation of having her cunt licked, carressed and penetrated in a heavenly way. More than once she had an orgasm and even in this hallucinatory state she had a feeling of total surrender and acceptance. It was the pressure in her bladder that woke her back up again. This time she found herself back in the livingroom, sitting in the chair. Something was still spreading her legs and this time she also wore a black rubber straightjacket. On the two seater across from her a tall figure, entirely clad in black latex was fucking the girl she met earlier with a monstruous black rubber dildo. Emily looked on in amazement, not able to understand how any woman could take something so huge up their vagina. The girl however, was screaming with sheer pleasure. Again a warm feeling of both love and lust came over her. She started to reach for her pussy but realized she couldn’t because of the straightjacket. Her wiggling around caused the tall rubber figure to stop pounding the girls pussy and get up from the couch. Without saying a word she approached Emily and grabbed a much smaller dildo from the coffee table as she came closer. Emily’s heart jumped in her chest. She wanted to be fucked so bad, so bad!
Without much ado the black rubber figure stepped up close to Emily and almost brutally, shoved the rubber cock in Emily’s wet cunt. She moaned with pleasure but the pressure on her bladder increased considerably. The rubber figure now started pounding Emily’s cunt, hard, fast. Within seconds Emily felt that tingeling sensation starting to spread fast and only a few seconds after that she exploded again. The orgasm put so much strain on her tormented bladder that a huge stream of hot piss squirted out of Emily’s cunt with each orgasmic spasm.... She lost it again.
It was a drowning sensation that finally brought Emily back to the real world. A number of things happened simultaneously. She opened her eyes but her vision was blurry because of the goggles she was wearing. She tried to close her mouth to stop the water from running into it but couldnt’t because someting kept her jaw from closing. At the same time she tried to turn her head away for the same reason, but found that her head was also fixated. In a reflex she tried to stop the water with her hand, but that also failed miserably because her arms were rigid as well. She started to panick and wanted to cry for help, but all that came out of her mouth was a gurgly, muffled “Hhaaaaaaa, hhhaaaaaa.”
Then, just as she thought she was gonna choke, the water stopped. It was then that Emily noticed that someone was standing over her and with a shock she realized that it hadn’t been water running down her face and into her neck (and further down from there), but that someone had been pissing straight into her face. (She immediately felt butterflies in her belly). Clumsily now, the figure that was stooped over Emily’s face, climbed down. Although her field of vision was severly limited, Emily could see it was the girl that had been pleasuring her earlier. Suddenly it dawned on her that this was the same girl she had met out in the hallway. That seemed ages ago. The girl was now wearing a long sleeved, transparent latex body, through which Emily could see her huge tits, shiney red latex bloomers with an open crotch, Red rubber thighboots and tight, red latex gloves. She was gagged.
Although severly restrained in her movement and vision, Emily was able to lift up her head just a little and when she did she saw that she was now tied to a gyno chair. She could see that she was wearing a tight black latex catsuit with a red rubber corset, also she wore black boots.The walls of the room she was in were entirely padded with black rubber and she realized that this was the room she had peeked into. The thought that she was now in this very room as a sex object gave her a familiar tingle in her groin.
“I knew a good piss in your face would wake you!” Emily tried to locate the source of the voice which came from her right, but her neckbrace prevented her from doing so. “You really enjoyed yourself the last couple of hours, didn’t you?” The voice asked. “You peed on my floor nearly each time you came! You’re gonna make a perfect toilet slave..... Anyway, playtime is over. No more orgasms left and right. From now on you will only come when I tell you to and piss when I tell you to. Failure to do so will be met with punishment!”
this, the voice moved to the left and into Emily’s vision. It was the rubber clad figure! Finally it dawned on
Emily that it had been Mrs. M all the time. She looked like a Godess..... A tight black catsuit, black gloves and
gasmask made her look grotesque and powerful. Emily leaned back again. It was too hard to keep her head up because of the neckbrace. From her peruvial vision she could see Mrs. M detach something from her leg. When she lifted it up Emily saw that she held something that looked like an IV bag in her hand, almost filled to the brim with liquid.
“I am surprised you haven’t noticed the tube sticking out of your mouth yet no. 4.” Emily moved her tongue around and noticed Mrs. M was speaking the truth. A rubber tube ran into her mouth all the way into her esophagus. “A good toiletslave will gladly drink her Mrs. piss, don’t you agree? Therefore I inserted a stomachprobe which I will now attach to this IV bag full of your Mrs. ’s heavenly champagne!”
With that, Mrs. M hooked up the bag to an IV stand and picked up a tube that had been dangling from Emily’s body. She hooked up the bag and released a tiny valve. She then attached a syringe at some other point to start the piss flowing down the tube. “Nice huh?” Mrs. M. said. “You won’t taste a thing, but before you know it you will fill up on your Mrs.’s delicious golden champagne. And no puking! I can’t stand that.”
Mrs. M. now reached between Emily’s legs. Emily couldn’t see what she was doing but she soon realized why her ass had felt so stuffy since she woke up. An inflatable buttplug was pumped up to the point where it became hell! Stretching Emily’s asshole far beyond wat was comfortable. She felt tears starting to fill the corners of her eyes.... She was invaded in two orifices now, she was scared for what was gonna happen to the third.
“You wonder what I am gonna do to your cunt now huh? Well, I think you will like it.” With that, Emily felt someting slide into her pussy. It obviously wasn’t very big because once it was in there she hardly felt it.
“There, I think we’re almost set.” Mrs. M said as she started for the door. “Your training has now officially started no. 4. I am gonna teach you what it means to hold your pee! You’re such a good pisser, aren’t you? Well, to me it means nothing if you cannot hold it untill I think you are worthy to piss!”
Excitement and fear where fighting for first place in Emily’s head. She knew that this was what she wanted! To be a slave, an object to be used at Mrs. disposal for whatever she wanted. On the other hand she also realized what she had said yes to. She had to be back at work tomorrow. She realized she had left her appartment door open! What about the bills??
“I think we should start easy. How does an hour and a half sound to you? Doable? I think so too.... You might just be a little troubled by the diuretic I gave you again..... No.3!!” With that Emily noticed the blonde girl stepping up again. She held a black hood in her hand. Emily tried to move away but there was nothing she could do to prevent the black hood from sliding over her head, cutting off her sight and hearing...... She was alone, and the pressure in her bladder was allready there.
And so it began....