This story is about scat, golden showers and a female dominating a male submissive. If this is not what you wish to read about I am sure that you can find another story more to your liking on this great site.
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They were an average couple without children. They had married in college. Sandra was 5 feet 8 inches, turning thirty. Long blond hair, blue eyes with an hourglass figure. She was recently promoted to treasurer of a large corporation but her business trips had taken their toll on her marriage. She had started to enjoy female domination and scat web sites when she was away.
He was slightly shorter than her at 5 feet 6 inches, thirty one. Balding and growing a beer belly. He was a computer expert monitoring the systems of a large bank. He was the lazy one, he would hardly pick up behind himself. He spent way too much time playing video games and eating junk. He was not as assertive as his wife from whom he unsuccessfully tried to keep is submissive nature hidden.
After ten years of slowly drifting apart they had reached a turning point.
Friday night
Sandra woke up in the middle of the night. Once more she was alone in bed wondering where Bernie was. They had argued about the time he spent playing games. She got out of bed and went to their computer room, intrigue by the rapid staccato of the keys.
He had earphones on listening to music. He did not realize that she was behind him.
She started reading over his shoulder. She was surprise about the story of a red hair teacher and her almost too late student for a history class unfolding on the screen.
"What are you doing?" She asked poking him on the shoulder.
He almost jumped out of his chair and minimized his word processor screen.
"Nothing." He answered blushing.
"Who is this red hair teacher?" She asked him frowning.
"No one. She is a fictional character. In a silly story." He stuttered.
"Are you trying to make me believe that you write fiction?" She asked.
"Yeah... Euh... Well you see I could not find stories to my liking so I wrote a few for fun. Surprisingly they were accepted for publication on a web site." He mumbled.
"I would like to read them Bernie. What is the name of that site?" She asked him curious about his obvious embarrassment.
"Euh. It is Literotica.com. You will not like them Sandra. They are far fetch fantasies." He answered feeling cornered.
"Let me be the judge of that Bernie. They should be good if they were accepted. They are your fantasies, you wrote them." She said.
"I guess." He answered.
"Move I want to see by myself." She said.
She was on the site in no time and was looking at all the categories.
"Ha! I am not good enough for you. You have to read sex stories to get excited." She said acidly.
"No! it's not what you think Sandra." He said.
"How do I get to those stories you wrote?" She asked dryly.
"Search by authors. My name is Bernie54." He answered.
He felt so bad. He had not intended for his wife to find out about this. She would be so disgusted by those scat stories. The way their marriage was evolving she would ask for a divorce. He was sure of it. His bladder sent him to the bathroom.
She had read Michele's slave. She was very surprised to say the least. So these stories were to his liking. His fondness for her legs and ass made more sense now.
As an expert at cunnilingus, she still had strong orgasms every time he would go down on her, even after ten years; at least he was still passionate about that. She thought.
She was aware of his submissive nature but the story she had read was providing a lot of information on how far she could go. The idea of scat was attractive to her. She had wanted to try it for a long time now, so if he wished to be a toilet she would gladly help him.
She was already deciding for them all the time. Therefore, to dominate him would not be a big step to take and it would be fun. It appealed to her cruel side. Having decided to enslave him she turned around thinking he was still behind her.
"Honey where are you?" She called.
He sheepishly walked in the room. His head bowed.
"Are you all right?" She asked him.
"Yes I am. Are you mad at me for writing these stories?" He asked pointing at the screen.
"No, I am not mad Bernie. I am happy to have a look at your most secret wishes. I think we should talk." She said.
He sat down on a chair facing her.
"Have you ever lived one of these scenarios?"She asked.
"No I have not cheated on you if that is what you mean." He answered on the defensive.
"That is not what I mean. I want to know if you would like to live as your character in Michele's slave?" She asked.
"I still love you. I would not betray you with somebody else." He said.
"Who is talking of somebody else? I like the idea of having a slave at my beck and call. I would be your Mistress and you would do everything for me. Like in that first story I read." Sandra said looking in his eyes.
"Oh! I thought that you wanted to share me like in the story." He said.
"Maybe that will happen somewhere in time. Right now Bernie; I am asking if you would like to be my slave?" She asked.
"Sandra do you really mean that?"" He asked her wide eyed.
"Yes dear I do." Sandra said.
"Oh! Yes. I am willing to try." He said.
She let pass the trying part. She would not turn back it was all or nothing.
"Do you understand to what you are agreeing to? " She asked.
"Yes! I do. " He said smiling.
"I have some doubts that you do not. I want you to think about what you are choosing for yourself. You will have to obey all my orders without hesitations. I will use and abuse you for my pleasure. You might not like it and there will be no safe word to bail you out. I will have no mercy." She said seriously.
"I understand no safe word." He answered.
"You understand that if I like doing something to you I will keep doing it. I will please myself regardless of your let say... comfort." She said, thinking about toilet sex.
"I understand." He said.
"I had a lot of time to read about female domination during my travels. So this is your last chance to bail out. I am asking you for the last time: are you still willing to be my slave?" She asked again.
"Yes Sandra! I will be your slave. You're the best!" He said moving to kiss her.
She pushed him away.
"So be it! It is the week end so why don't we start now. We can make adjustment to our new relationship as we progress. From now on it is Mistress Sandra to you my slave. Get in the bed." She ordered.
They went to the bedroom. He got in bed before her with a big erection.
"On your back." She ordered.
She sat on his chest and moved her cunt to his mouth.
"Work your magic slave." She ordered.
After coming hard on his face a few times, she was recuperating lying down on him. Her bladder signaled its fullness, she would have to get up and go to the toilet. Unless she was to use him. After all he had to start his training sometime.
