This is part four of four in the story of the domination of Julie. To recap our story so far; Candy, a woman I'd been having an affair with for a bit more than two and a half years, was approached at about this time by her friend Julie.
Julie's a real wall flower; plain, mousy, naΓ―ve, very prim and proper, not very worldly, and a schoolteacher to boot. She was inexperienced sexually even though until recently she'd been married for six years. By her own admission she'd only been with two men in her entire life and now was ready to experience more. What she was looking for in her life was a sexual awakening. Julie was divorced now and wanted to move ahead with the 'new' Julie as soon as possible and this is what she'd asked Candy to help her with.
One night Julie gave Candy an idea of what she wanted to happen to her. Hearing what Julie wanted Candy realized it would be too much for just her to handle so she asked me to come into it hoping I'd help her help Julie live out her fantasy.
When I'd first heard about what Julie wanted I was shocked; this was so out of character for her. But after several days thought and politicking from Candy I agreed to get involved.
Julie shared with us that when she was in college a dorm mate of hers had actually been raped and as sick as it sounds, and Julie admitted as much, this sparked a fantasy. Her approximate words of that fantasy were, "I want to be is ravaged, abused, dominated, humiliated, I want to be made to do things I've never done, things I've never even heard about or thought of, and not to have any control over it. In short what I want is to be raped."
So after we enlisted Jocelyn, Candy's longtime lover, and Richard, Candy's quasi-husband in this project we came up with a plan. From the time I was first asked about doing this until we actually 'kidnapped' Julie about seven weeks passed. During these seven weeks we planned, prepared and purchased what we felt we'd need to give Julie what she'd asked for.
One of the things Julie wanted was for this game to be as real as possible, without actually being hurt and we were able to come up with an idea where we caught her completely by surprise with a bogus call for help from one of her friends. Once we had her we took Julie to a remote location and set about fulfilling her fantasy.
The first day of this game had passed the evening before and after Candy and Jocelyn had left for the night Richard and I took turns sitting up with Julie all night, keeping an eye on her to make sure she would be ok. But there was nothing to worry about because she slept the night through apparently contently and comfortably. More than I can say for Richard and I.
The next morning I was sitting in a plastic lawn chair, aching, tired and miserable when Julie began to stir. Once she awoke the first thing she said was...
"Master I have to use the bathroom. May I please?"
"No." Sitting in the plastic lawn chair a good bit of the night didn't allow me much sleep so when I responded grumpily it wasn't all acting.
With some desperation in her voice she said, "But please Master I have to go really bad."
"You do, huh?" I asked as if with little interest.
With a touch of pleading she said, "Yes Sir I really, really do have to go very badly Master."
"What do you got to do?" I asked.
We had been down this road before so Julie knew what was expected of her. "I...I...I have to pee and...and...poop."
"You can pee where you are, I don't care. Poop? What's poop?" To Richard I asked, teasing Julie, "Isn't pooping something a dog does?"
Richard replied, "I believe you're right, dogs poop. But she is wearing a dog collar. Maybe she's a dog."
"Please Master don't make me pee or...or anything else on myself, please," she begged.
I left her pleading hanging in the air for a long ten or fifteen seconds then said, "You know what you have to do then to get to use your toilet, don't you?", emphasizing the word 'your'.
Even from six feet away I could see Julie's face turn red from her embarrassment. But humiliation was one of her criteria for this game, not ours.
"I have to...to defecate."
Although Julie couldn't see me with her blindfold on I still shook my head as I said, "Too big a word for me."
Richard pushed his face into the pillow to stifle a laugh.
"Give it up Julie, you know what you have to say," I prodded as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and yawned.
Julie laid there in silence for nearly a minute, the embarrassment already showing on her face spreading down her chest to her tits. "I have to...I have to...," she said haltingly. Then after swallowing hard, the words almost rushing out of her Julie said, "I have to shit."
Richard and I looked at each other. The first outright, bona fide, certifiable curse word we'd ever heard her use. Sure she'd said 'pussy' the day before but that word can have several non-swear word usages, such as 'pussy cat' or 'pussy willow' and would be easier for her to get over using. But the word 'shit' is pretty much unambiguous and has no connotation other than as a curse word.
"You have to shit?" I asked, as if I hadn't heard her the first time.
Almost desperate now Julie said, "Yes Master I have to shit, really, really bad."
Not saying anything or moving for almost a minute I finally said, "Ok."
Unhooking the dog collar from the bed Richard and I got Julie onto her feet and brought her over to use the plastic bucket; her toilet. As she squatted over the bucket, vacated her bowels and released her urine I saw a tear roll from under the blindfold and down Julie's cheek.
That bothered me. Thinking that now we'd maybe gone too far I asked, "Are you crying?"