Kidnapped By Lauren Westley
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. I hope some of you enjoy this and I am working on another piece with a current working title, "A Yankee in the Bronx." But it will be awhile before I publish. Thanks, fundipity@yahoo.com
"I'm a cunt Sir," the words come out of my mouth and echo harshly against the cement block walls.
"Whose cunt are you bitch?" my black captor says with a grimace. His face only inches away from mine as his spittle sprays against my face and mixes with my tears.
"I am your cunt," stammering as I try to please him. I've already spent two days confined with this trainer and I am beginning to respond as his animal.
My hands are extended over my head with my wrists cuffed and a rope looped through a steel circle which connects the cuffs. The rope runs upward, toward the ceiling, loops over a pole and disappears behind my head. I know it is tied somewhere since the tautness strains my arms and pulls at my feet making me stand tippy toe. My right ankle still has an ace bandage wrapped around it from the sprain I suffered two days earlier.
"And, what does a cunt do?" he asks as his hot breath enflames my face. In his breath is the smell of a male predator
"Anything her Owner wants," I answer hoping I've gotten it right.
I am wearing a pink non-wired bra with matching embroidered panties. I have a black garter belt that holds my pink thigh high stockings up with six hanging straps. In my years of looking at Victoria Secrets I have never seen even the smuttiest girl ever dressed in this mixture of color. My ass is so sore from the spanking I received just moments ago it exudes a heat that brandishes my brain cells with a constant reminder of his hand spanking me. Fifty hard smacks, twenty-five on each cheek, the paddle sounded its deep tone as it crashed on my butt. With each whack the sound I felt the blows of my menacing percussionist. I had started crying before his paddle landed the thirteenth blow. And, I hadn't stopped crying yet.
He was recording my sounds and videoing my agony. I felt as if I was starring in a bad Roman Polanski film.
Over my burning bum is the short dark red skirt part of the dress which runs up over my bra and ties around my neck. A gold neck collar and two gold looped earrings almost complete this outfit.
I have make-up on but not as you would expect. And yesterday I my hair was curled according to his desires. As a man my hair was moderately long. As a woman my hair now looks like some cute short curly doo you'd see worn by an effervescent Tuesday Weld .
The spanking I received was for not, as he said, "properly sucking (his) cum with your pussy from my cock into your cunt as bitch is suppose to."
What could I have done wrong? I don't know but his cum is now leaking into the padded area of my panties. It is running out of my ass and down my crack puddling in the patch of cotton lining that my balls are resting on.
His cum against my most private parts, as I stand, no not stand since although I am in black five inch high heeled shoes I am held just high enough so my heels can't rest on the floor. Instead they graze the floor as a false hope relief is near.
"Anything, right, anything," he continues as more of his mouth spits wetness on mine from our nearness.
His testosterone overpowers the perfume I'm wearing.
Just two days ago I was a normal man. I had just turned 30 and was enjoying my run on the country road by the house I had rented in Southampton. What a twist of fate. As I turned a corner, the road went downhill towards the turn and then started uphill immediately after the turn. My right foot landed in that pool of water and my sneaker filled with water. I hadn't seen the puddle which was left over from a light rain last night. It was easy to miss. My sneaker slipped on something in the puddle and my right foot slid too quickly and losing my balance I slipped and fell ass down on my coccyx. I was stunned and in excruciating pain when this white van pulled up.
"Please let me go," I begged.
Smack, his hand lands right against my face. Open handed and stinging his five fingers nearly slapped me silly with a single blow.
"Yes owner, anything you want," I cried as my voice for freedom fell silent and my voice of submission uttered obedience.
A man, nearly half a foot taller then I am, got out of the van and asked, "Hey fella, are you ok?"
"I think I may have sprained my foot and I fell pretty hard," I replied with a grimace.
"Where do you live," he asked?
He knelt down beside me and put his large hand over my ankle and slightly moved it.
"Ow," I said as the pain surged.
"I think it could be broken," he said. " I could get you into the back of my van and drive you to the hospital or home whichever if you would like me too."
I couldn't move so I said I only lived about three miles down the road. I ran five miles everyday while I was out here. The fresh September air filling my lungs with rich oxygen the run had become a must for me.
"Well, I think perhaps the hospital would be a good choice since it's almost just as close. In case you need a cast or something," he helpfully said.
I tried to get up but couldn't so I said the hospital sounded fine. He opened the door to the back of his van and then picked me up in his arms and lay me on a mattress in the back of his van.
It wasn't that difficult for him to lift me since I weigh about 140 and I am around 5' 7". He must have been around 6' 2" and over two hundred pounds.
"So bitch, if I wanted to throat fuck you, you'd be obliging," he harshly asked?
"What is a throat fuck Owner?" I asked more as a hopeful delay then ignorance.
In front of me was a mirror in which I could see this somewhat feminine version of me. He had applied the cosmetics. My eyelashes had been femininely defined and a light pastel green with sparkles adorned my eyelids giving an outline to enhance my natural green eyes. I had shaved myself this morning. My legs were smooth as silk. My armpits were as bare as any woman's and my forearms lightly cropped giving even a more feminine look.
But instead of putting lipstick only on my lips he had smeared it intentionally past my lips. In the mirror I looked like a 'fuck slut' you would see in porno movies.
"SLAP' across my other cheek and then he said, "You damn well know what a throat fuck is and you'd better do it right the first time. You're going to give me a blow job and when I get hard I'm going to push my cock past your tonsils and into your throat. Then I'm going to pump your throat like the vagina it is. When I cum it'll be with my cock buried deep in your throat and my balls resting on your chin," he said finishing the description.
In the back of my head drums were beating his words and forcing me to mentally realize the implication of what he had just said and the reality that would probably follow.
As I lay down on the mattress and tried to get comfortable he reached and got a bottle of water for me.
"The water will help dry your parched throat," he said.
I welcomed the water. It was cool and I realized that my throat had gotten parched. A few minutes later the van was moving and as I lay on the mattress I felt myself begin to drift. Moments later I must have passed out and I didn't awaken until I was in this room. My right ankle was wrapped in an ace bandage and my left ankle was shackled and a long chain connected extended to a steel loop embedded in the wall. I sat up and found I was naked and had been lying in a single bed situated in the corner of the room. From my vantage point I could see a sink at the foot of the bed and an old claw foot bathtub. About six feet from the head of the bed (the bed was against the corner of the room) was a toilet.
Looking at myself I nearly panicked. Someone had shaved my legs. Oh?no?most of my genital hair was missing except for a patch just in the center. Wondering, I lifted my arm, turned my head, and saw my armpits were now naked as well. And, that smell, I knew that smell. I had a girlfriend who wore it. Yes, I smelled like Allure by Chanel. My heart raced and panic creased my forehead with its fear. Panic turned to bewilderment and then after awhile turned to curiosity.
So, I decided I really had to look around. I had to get my bearings. The room was a fairly large square with different pieces of bondage equipment etc. It didn't look like a torture chamber but it didn't look like a Holiday Inn either. Over in the corner past the tub was a Chinese multi paneled screen angled to cut off that corner of the room from my view.
The man I called Owner rolled over what was a modern version of a 'stock'. He had become my owner last night when I signed a contract with him with blood.
As he snapped a leash to my neck collar he said, "Now my little slut, I'm going to lower you down. Make sure your pussy throat fits right where you know it should. If at anytime you hesitated or vacillate you'll get fifty new smacks on your ass. Do you understand girl?
"Yes Owner," I replied.
He walked behind me and I felt the rope begin to slacken and my body lower. Although this contraption was a bit different in its modernity, with a minimalist amount of metal and black fur lining the head piece, it was still a 'stock' after all. My arms opened and my cuffed hands slipped over what would hold my head and came to rest on an L shape connected to the steel vertical bar.
Owner walked around to where I was and untied the rope to my cuffs and with a small piece of metal that wrapped around the pole and sealed off the open end of the L he made my hands locked about waist high. After that he removed my collar.
"Now my little throat fucker I'm going to lower you down and I want you to lay your head in the fur lined collar," he said as he walked behind me again. "Oh and just try to object," he exclaimed! "The fight is as much fun for me as the submission girl."
It was the way he said 'girl' that made me most off guard. The cursing with saying 'cunt' or 'bitch' didn't nearly sink in as hard as when he said 'girl.'
Sitting on the bed naked and chained I realized I had to pee. I got up and wondered if the chain was long enough so I could get to the toilet. Well, it was long enough but when I got there I looked down in the bowl. Written in lipstick were these words. 'IF YOU PEE STANDING UP I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.'
I just stood there for a long time looking at those words and then decided I didn't have to pee after all and went back to the bed and lay down, hoping this would all go away if I fell asleep. I closed my eyes and thought. How can this go away if I go to sleep? If that is the case then this is real.
Just as Owner started to lower me, he stopped and said, "I've got a much better idea for your 'throat fuck' cunt."
I heard him walk across the room and then heard him drag something across the floor. When he got to where I was he disconnected me from the 'stock'. Wondering what he was going to do ended quickly when I saw this padded board attached to the modern 'stock'. Instead he rolled me over and then lowered me.
So there I was with my head hanging out of the stock and my eyes facing the ceiling. My cuffs were still connected to the rope and my back was against this padded plank with a little foot board (like you see in business class when you travel overseas.)
"Now that is just perfect for a 'throat fuck' don't you think girl? Yes, I am pretty sure your pretty throat will now properly accommodate my long, thick dick."
And with that he closed the other part of the 'stock' collar locking it into place. So I was inclined with my head dangling, unless I held it up.
"Hmmm," he said standing over me.
He started turning a crank which lowered my neck encasement down by some gear mechanism. This brought my head down. As my head passed his stomach he stopped. Looking up I could only see from his belt buckle to his face. Owner's face was a deep ebony. I thought back to his face as he carried me to the van just two days ago. Then his face had been a strong helpful face rescuing me. And now his face was of a dominant predator whose pleasure seemed to be similar to a cowboy breaking in a wild horse.
"What the fuck are you thinking about? A cute cunt like you should be thinking about "how do I swallow his cock into my throat?'"
I didn't know how to do it and I was afraid I would choke and die since I knew his cock was a solid eight inches.
"Owner, I don't know how," I managed to squeak out of my mouth. And then I asked him if he would tell me.
Can you believe I am asking him how I am to 'throat fuck' him when just three days ago I had had my cock in some twat from New Jersey?
"Well Latrina you just need a lot of spit and to try to swallow my cock as it starts pushing over your throw up zone," Owner said. "If you just swallow when you think you are going to throw up you'll be fine. But I don't really give a shit if you are fine because my cock is going to be down your throat no matter what.
Oh my God, he called me Latrina. He's given me a name and it sounds both like an African American girl's name and something perverse. I closed my eyes. If I sleep would it go away? I heard his buckle jingle. No this reality was not going to go away not matter how tight I closed my eyes.
Yes, I thought as I sat back up on the bed. Yes this is real. Yes I am naked and hairless. I lifted my arm again and touched my naked armpit. Then I brought my hands to my chest. Finally I lifted them up to my head. What is wrong I thought as I ran my fingers through my locks?
"Shit," I shouted and heard the sound reverberate through the room.
I got up and walked over to the sink with the chain clanging along the floor. My right ankle wasn't broken and the sprain seemed minor. There, over the sink, was a mirror slightly angled down which gave a clear view of all of what was now me.
"Shit, Shit, Shit," I cried out as I looked at myself.
My hair was curled and fashioned like a girl's. The tilt in the mirror showed me what I already knew; I was hairless except for my head and the little heart shaped patch over my penis. I looked more girl than boy but not completely. There was a creaking sound and the metal door in the middle of the room opened.
"Ah, what else would a cunt be doing but looking in the mirror," he said as he walked towards me.
The first glimpse I had of him was through the edge of the mirror. I guess I was too afraid at first to turn around.
"What a pretty white ass you have girl," he said.
He had walked nearly across the room to where I was before I turned.
Putting my hands over my genitals I demanded, "You let me go. Who do you think you are? You'll go to jail for the rest of your life."
SLAP, my face reddened as his hand finished its swing. How quickly he had been where I was standing; and, how immediate his response was to my demand. My eyes watered, I didn't cry, but they watered as a response to his slap.
"Yes, a real little girl," he continued. First thing you do is to put your hands over your clit. I'm surprised you didn't try to cover your breasts first and now you are going to cry. Well, you are my bitch and I'll do whatever I want. Got it," he said and he reached out and tweaked my nipple.
I was horrified.
Next, there was a delay which must have been as he unbuttoned the top of his jeans, and then, the sound of his zipper. Here I was about to be 'throat fucked' and this was to be the first time I'd ever sucked a cock. Yesterday and this morning had only been to get me ready for now. This was not going to be a boy/girl thing. No, this was a dominant black male about to force his cock into my throat as his first sexual act with me. He was transforming me into his 'bitch'.
Looking up I saw his grin. Then a noise and at the same time there was movement lifting up the end where my feet were. I was being made more horizontal by another mechanical lift.
At the same time Owner's pants fell to the floor and his black cock hung down. It was so long and thick without an erection. I felt a panic and my throat dry. A moment or so later the adjustments stopped and my head was hanging back. I lifted my head slightly but encountered his sac in my face. His smell filled my nostrils and his cockhead touched my lips.
"Girl open that wet pussy and let your Owner's cock warm and harden," he uttered in a strong silky voice.
He didn't let go of my nipple. After he tweaked it, he pulled me forward and turned me to my side. I know it's not easy to grasp (no pun intended) but somehow as he pulled on my nipple and I was forced to bend over. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK; everything was happening so fast. I couldn't scream. I could barely get the air out of my lungs.
"Please, please, stop," I muttered.
SMACK, SMACK and then he let go of my nipple and smacked my ass one more time knocking me onto the carpeted area around my bed. The metal chain rattled and my desire of fighting back ebbed as I lay there naked with both my cheek and ass now aflame from his hand.
"Let me give you one explanation bitch and only one without punishment," he said. "I am your owner. Before today is out you will sign a contract to that effect. You will be my femme. Not because you want to but because I demand it. As to why I want to dominate you and turn you femme is of no concern of yours. What is your concern is to act as feminine as possible. You should learn, as fast as you can, to be an obedient femme. I will spank you when I want. I will fuck you when and how I want. You will wear what I desire to see you in. And, you will be here until I am through with you. Your life is now as my personal cunt bitch."
I opened my mouth. Not because I wanted to but because he demanded it. He let the head of his cock slide past my lips like a large snake entering in my mouth.
"Ah, there is nothing like the warm mouth of a pussy," he said as his cockhead rubbed against my tongue.
His balls rested on my nose. My eyes could only see the crack in his brown ass. Actually his skin was a beautiful deep rich chocolate brown. At least something wasn't completely revolting.
Owner's hands came over my throat and continued down until his fingers sneaked slowly under my bra and the tips of his fingers encircled my nipples. His cock began to engorge with blood and thus stiffened. He pulled his cock up about an inch and then back down into my wet mouth. I was so nervous now. Not afraid but nervous. There wasn't anything I could do about the inevitable but to try to make this 'throat fuck' as painless as possible.
As his cock began to harden my mind tried to think about one of my girlfriends who while giving me a blow job let my five inches move back in her throat. I remember she gagged and then pushed against my legs getting her mouth off my cock before throwing up.
I was very nervous.
Chained to the wall and lying on the rug naked, my ass red, I was now crying uncontrollably. Why did I cry? Why couldn't I just fight back? My emotions must be as primeval as the beginning of mankind. He was my master and since he viewed me, his captive, as a woman; I became feminine in my tears and my sounds. Now women can be strong and ferocious as well but this was not the response he desired. This I was sure of as I turned and looked up at him. The glimmer of power, dominance, and control was so evident in his face and eyes I sank further into the carpet.
"Nothing like a bitch cowering at the feet of her owner," he said looking down at me. "Now it's time for you to show some respect. So girl get on your knees and put your face into my crotch."
I hesitated as I lay crying and shaking and he walked away. I thought, perhaps he's finished and he'll just go away. But of course that was a really stupid thought because he came back moments later with a switch in his hand.
"Now, cunt," he demanded and began switching my backside.
It didn't take more than a moment for me to come up and put my curls and face into his crotch. But, by the time that moment was over I was stinging and crying even louder.
Muffled in his crotch I asked, "I need to pee. May I?"
"Sure," he answered as he stepped back to let me go pee.
I got up and started to walk over to the toilet but he said he had to go first and then he unzipped his fly and peed into the toilet. I watched him without even knowing why.
"So, you like watching a man piss, girl," he asked?
"I?.I?I?" stammering but not answering.
He shook the last of his pee from his cock and said, "The answer to my questions are always YES. Now, do you like watching a man piss, girl?"
With a small shudder a gasp of air ushered the word YES from my throat.
Owners cock was growing larger and starting to fill my mouth. I tried to think like a girl and that sucking a cock was a natural act. It made my mind accept his cock in my mouth; although my body did not completely accept his cock without sending its disgusting sense of sensory revulsion back to my brain. However my brain shut out this sensory perversion and my mouth obeyed.
"Girl, ah?..I hope you are getting a good amount of spit ready so my prick can slide right down your throat," owner spoke. "I'm going to push it down your throat just before I'm going to shoot my cum into your tummy. You'll love the warm feeling of spunk entering your femme womb."
And then he moaned, "Yeah, that's it girl."
His penis engorged further and pushed my mouth and lips wider. I closed my eyes and tried to build my saliva in my mouth. His hips rocked back and forth moving his Kong. That's what I thought with my eyes closed; the movie King Kong. Stupid but the mind does strange things in unusual situations. And, this was the most unusual situation I had ever been in.
Larger his member grew. Longer his cock became. Less a man and more a woman I transformed.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I thought, "That's it?" and I opened my eyes and saw his eight inches say NO.
"Open your mouth girl," he commanded and I obeyed. He leaned down near my mouth and then opened his mouth and drop a large amount of his saliva into my mouth. "Now that should help. Keep it back in your mouth; get ready to swallow because now it's time for your 'throat fuck.'
Moving away from the toilet Owner motioned me to go pee. I walked over and again looked down and saw his missive written in the bowl.
. 'IF YOU PEE STANDING UP I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.'
Below the deep yellow of his pee was so dark and he had peed so much that the water in the bowl had been completely replaced with his urine.
There was no toilet seat so shamefully I turned around and started to sit down stopping before I touched the rim.
"Sit the fuck down bitch. Did you think I meant something else?" he again demanded.
I sat down, my ass lowering, and finally the rim catching me but not before I felt the wetness of his pee and water in the bowl. I wanted to cry but I was all cried out.
"Well girl you'd better take your piss now," he said.
Dejectedly I concentrated and finally started peeing. My pee hit the piss water below and made it splash up on my penis. My balls were completely soaked.
"Good Girl," he said. "When you are finished it will be time for you spend the rest of the day getting ready for tonight but first wipe yourself and come over here.
Obediently, I got up and started to wipe myself.
"Don't you know anything about being a pussy girl," Owner asked?
I barely got have a word for an answer out when he motioned me to be silent and then told me girls wipe after peeing forward and backwards after number two. Well he didn't say it that way but you get the drift.
With the sound of the toilet flushing I walked over to him. He grabbed me around and put his lips on mine and kissed me. Yes, he kissed me right on the lips. His lips were large but they also were soft. Then he pushed his tongue against my lips. He slapped my ass and although I was trying to resist, I knew I shouldn't. I was both repulsed and curious. His clothed body rubbed against my nakedness as his tongue slithered into my mouth. My tongue was forced to feel his wet tongue exploring inside me. At that moment he did feel like my owner.
But after what could only be a few seconds he said, "Your first kiss and I felt you melting in my arms. Well, get use to it. I like kissing almost as much as I like dominating."
With that he walked away to the door.
Opening the door he stopped and turned saying, "Two things to remember. As I leave I'll toss you the key to unshackle yourself. When I return you will shackle yourself and toss the key towards the door. Yes there are cameras so the door won't open until you do that. The shackle also has a little electronic device that lets me know when it's on and properly secured. So don't try to do anything stupid or your ass will regret it."
The key slid across the floor towards me and stopped at the edge of the rug which was just past the toilet.
"Be a good girl," Owner said and left. The metal door clanged shut.
I had my mouth opened and in fear closed my eyes. A moment of time lapsed and I opened my eyes. Owner was still right near my face and a another good load of his spit came out of his mouth into mine.
"You'll thank me girl," he said and then let my head go back.
My mouth felt full with his spit covering the roof of my mouth and puddling in back at the entrance of my throat. Then he put his hardened cock past my lips. I tried to think about what to do. Oh yes, swallow as his cock penetrates my throat. I wanted to cry but I had to pay attention.
"Yes girl," he said in a voice that was a bit considerate as opposed to his consistent demands at other times.
The three dimensional effect of his cock moving through my mouth took on another dimension when the head touched my tonsils. I was going to be 'throat fucked' no matter what I did. So, I held back my desire to throw up and began to swallow as his cock slide back past my tonsils and into my throat. Tears, but not from crying, welled up in my eyes from the biological desire to throw up and the conscious effort of ignoring such. The effect was similar to involuntary swallowing water.
He took his hand and put it on my throat. I could feel his cock moving deeper and his hand above. I wondered what he felt.
After Owner left I began an exploration of my entrapment. For some reason I decided save looking behind the screen until last. So, I walked around naked checking out the different equipment. Everything looked custom made and much more high tech then the stuff I had seen on the Internet.
There was a leather sling and it even had a pillow. It made me quiver inside and wonder if he was going to use this on me. Walking around the room looking at the different equipment made me feel quite diminutive and femininely afraid. The feeling within me as I looked at these devices was most submissive.
At the far end there was a long work table with drawers below. On top of the table I picked up something that had a spreader bar with cuffs. The only way to wear this was bent over. Opening some of the drawers there were many different items most of which you know but in one drawer was a box. The words were CB3000 Male Chastity belt. In another draw there were various paddles and one that said 'Electric Spanker.'
I went around the room and saw equipment I couldn't even understand. There were many different size steel eye bolts in the walls, ceiling and some in the floor.
Another thing I found weird was something you would put your head through with your hands cuffed below. Obviously you would be on all fours because a bar ran back with ankle cuffs at the end of the bar. There was something very similar but adjustable in height nearby. I would learn about this tomorrow.
The fear I felt was as if you were watching a horror movie and the moment where you jump in your seat never calmed down. Instead you felt as if you were perpetually in fear and horror.
Owner's cock was now in my throat and his hand massage my throat in rhythm with his cock. Then he put both hands around my neck and started pumping. It was if my throat had made his cock the thickness of a neck and he was hand jerking himself off.
"Real soon now cunt," he spoke with an entranced voice.
His cock moved back and forth. The motion increased in speed and his hands gripped my neck tightly. It didn't matter much since I was breathing through my nose and each breath brought the scent of his balls into my lungs. He was everywhere inside my life support system. His essence had enveloped me.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," he cried out and I felt the first wetness, his precum spray in my throat. I felt the way you do when you use nose spray and it goes into your throat. But this wasn't the nose spray, it was a spray of male precum.
"Fuck you girl. Fuck you girl. Yes, I'm fucking your throat and am going to cum in your pussy. Yes?Ahhhhh?..fuck?.fuck?.fu??," he screamed as his semen shot out of his cock and he pushed himself completely into my throat as far as his hardened penis could go.
For a moment I didn't think I could breathe. I know you think his cum would have felt copious but instead it just seemed to slide down my throat and when he was done he pulled his blackness out me leaving his essence in taste, smell and mental. There was no more me. There was just Latrina, Owner's little femme slave.
Finally I decided to see what was behind Chinese Curtain Number One.
Walking around the screen I saw all the trappings of womanhood. Clothing, vanity table with makeup, perfume, hair dryer, brushes. There were very high heeled shoes. In a dresser there was lingerie. In another drawer there were tampons and a pregnancy test. I couldn't comprehend why he had put that in this drawer. Especially since one thing I was sure of I couldn't ever be pregnant.
On the vanity was one sheet of paper. Typed in single space was a variety of rules, expectations, directives and other concepts of a madman. The first part of this directive was instructions for me to get dressed and apply makeup etc. I was also instructed to wear a tampon in my ass IMMEDIATELY. And there was one line that said it all.
DO THIS AND YOU MIGHT LIVE.
The level of fear heightened with those six words. I picked up the box of tampons and read the instructions. It showed putting a leg up on a chair and inserting the tampon. Well, I was to insert it in a different place but the instructions were just as suitable so I pulled the chair from the vanity table and inserted the tube in my anus. When I was finished I was standing naked, smooth skinned, a girly hairdo and I had a string hanging out. I was both humiliated and feminized.
Next I was to perfume myself and get dressed. He hadn't even instructed me to take a bath. I wanted to but without any instructions I thought it best not to.
Later that day he returned and his eyes ravished my body. He saw through my feminine attire and saw his femme. I could tell he only saw his vision and not my nightmare.
At some point later, I signed the contract making him my Owner.
After he was through with 'throat fucking' me he let me dangle there with all of his manly tastes and aromas coagulating in my body. About ten minutes later he walked away and I heard drawers open. Returning he stood in front of me with a black circular ring and told me to open my mouth.
At this point I had completely acquiesced and he inserted the ring which covered my teeth holding my mouth open. A curved part of the ring projected forward for my lips to rest on. Then he propped my head up with another piece that connected to the 'stock' and formed a cushioned rest holding my head comfortably horizontal.
"Well girl that was a good beginning to a long relationship," he said. "There is so much more fun I intend and this will help you begin to realize your fate."
With that he moved his cock over my mouth. He was limp again but still he had ideas. I felt his piss fill my mouth. A bit dribbled over my nose before he held is cock from continuing to pee. Then he held my nose until I swallowed. I felt a retching urge inside me but couldn't, because of the position I was in, throw up.
Several times I swallowed his urine which mixed with his cum in what he called my 'femme womb.' Finally he filled my mouth one last time and didn't hold my nose.
Instead he said, "Now my little cunt I want you to hold that in your mouth until I return. There will be no flushing of this toilet unless I do it. If you let it out of your mouth you will not believe what I'll do to you. Do you understand me?"
My eyes motioned in fear I did.
He left the room and I remained with my mouth flooded with his urine while I awaited my Owner's return.