Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... torture might be one thing; they were - to a limited degree - socially sanctioned: suspect maybe, but private and permissible. But Jeremy bet she'd have gone her whole life without ever acting on them.

But Richard, man, he'd split her open; validated her submissive yearnings, coaxed her innate masochism into full flower and commanded her to service any cock sent to her. Jeremy'd met them early in the process; had watched in admiration as, one by one, Richard had relentlessly pitched the fixtures of her morality into a chaos of internal dissonance. With light spanking, then wooden spoons and then with cane strikes, he'd led her inexorably to sexual surrender, proved to her that she craved the very things she "knew" she shouldn't. He'd thrown her into a maelstrom, then stood at its center validating her desires, coaxing and then commanding her surrender to them and rewarding her acquiescence with love, respect and security. For Him she would claim her perversions. She let him mold her; and Jeremy stood witness over the years as she willingly surrendered the reins of her will into Richard's hands.

Over time Kay had become unable to distinguish which of her perversions derived from her own soul and which from Richard's. She'd mentioned once to Jeremy that she didn't remember ever having golden shower fantasies. But she told him, "the first time Richard put me in a bathtub and peed onto my clit, shit, I just exploded. Then he started making me jerk off while he peed all ...

... over me; over my tits, in my face. Then at the parties. Fuck, some of those nights he never let me out of the tub. Fucking sign on the shower door: "Save a Fish, Pee on Kay". Men. Women. All fucking night being peed on and me with a vibrator frigging myself. Christ. Well of course you know, it wasn't long before he started using me as a toilet. I mean one day he fucking stuck his dick in my mouth and just said 'drink it!' and starting peeing. No warning. Just made me drink his piss, you know?"

"I retched. I struggled some. Got a shot of hot piss right in my fucking eye! Man that stung! And God! Heso fucking punished me for fighting him. And right after the beating, he fucking did it again! And fuck me, but something deep inside got, I don't know: "put right" is how I felt it, still feel it now, every time, whatever it is. What it does for me. Every time I drink his urine, I feel I'm being put right." She'd shuddered visibly confronting that truth.

"Jeremy, I'm so fucking lucky! I thank God for my life with Richard. Yeah, god help me, I'm a slave! I mean sometimes I kinda look in on my world like, from some other place I used to exist before, or maybe it's from where Iwould have gone to without Richard. And I see myself doing things. Like drinking piss, or taking needles in my tits. Fucking four guys at a time. Stuff I never in a million years thought I'd do. Shit, never even thoughtto do! You know? Like, didn't even know people did this shit! So, on the one hand I'm an ...