"Open your mouth" he quietly commanded. Obeying she opened her mouth as wide as possible and tilted her head back. She was sitting naked on a specially made metal chair, well contoured to her ass, but entirely open under ass crack and labia so the weight of her naked body caused her rectum and labia to be stretched open and push out beneath the chair a bit outrageously.
The metal sheeting on the walls and dark tiled floor gave the remade garage a stark industrial feel muted only by a large comfortable red sofa against one wall. The sixteen recessed ceiling lights on a dimmer meant the room could go from floodlight bright to candlelight flicker at the twist of a knob.
The bare of the room was in stark contrast to the rich tones and plush furnishings of the rest of the house where striking lighting, art and photographs on the walls, and many bookshelves, created a sense of artistry and comfort. He leaned back on the sofa taking great pleasure at the lake of saliva slowly puddling in her gaping and upturned mouth.
Just an hour before they had been face-to-face, sharing a relaxed and enjoyable lunch. But she had known something was up when, again and again, he would refill her glass with ice water and insist she drink it down.
Now as she sat on the chair, head back, mouth open and pooling with saliva and her distended bladder throbbing for release she felt her whole insides churn. Of course. He must have been planning this the day before when he fed her exclusively high fiber foods. The bloating with water had loosened everything and now the churning of her stomach and intestines intensified to a growling she was sure he could hear.
Midst the competing rumblings, and churnings and pressures and ache to release of her bladder, intestines and mouth she scrambled for a moment to regain some control. Don't leak. Don't fidget. Don't get aroused. But it was all hopeless. She literally had zero control, zero say in the matter and that freedom from choice was like a drug to her: a sublime relinquishing that she felt in her heart and soul and dampening pussy. Christ, she could feel it in her nipples and the clench of her toes against the cool tile of the floor.
He turned the lights all the way up and walked over to inspect her. She knew he loved doing this and felt marked from the inside out by the cool intensity of his hunger and cherishing. Gently he stroked her swollen anus pushed outward through the gap in the chair. He then put is fingers in her saliva filled mouth, soaking them and gagging her a bit so the saliva flood flowed quicker. Ample spit splashed from her mouth spilling over her breasts and she could feel his eyes tracing the rivulets spilling downward.
His soaked fingers then open her spread and swollen rectum, their sloshy lubrication letting all four fingers slide in deeply almost effortlessly but with a blissfully violated feeling of being filled and overfilled. And being ass filled while her intestines churned was a bit like getting fucked from the inside out as well as from the outside in at the same time.
