Damn...

Our first day together was way over the top. We went to Catalina Island (off the L.A. coast), atop the Wrigley gardens tomb, other tourists within a stones throw, she pulled me behind a stone colloum, unbuttoned me, dropped my pants and whispered "jack off and be quick about it, we won't stop until you cum, and I definitely don't want to get caught." she dropped to her knees, spread my cheeks wide and ate my asshole. Christ, no girl had ever done that before, we hadn't even kissed, and I was pumpin my cock, legs shaking from the excitement, and a kid turns the corner and looks at us. I tap Carol on the shoulder, she looks, says to the kid, "on your way," and glues her face back onto my shithole. I grunted, Carol sensed it, twisted me about and I'm splashin globs of sperm all over her face, hair, lips and nose. We straightened up quickly, hearing several voices and walked away some few odd steps. "Now clean me up," she says, and I tried to wipe the cum off but she grabbed my wrist with one hand, fingers with the other and bent them back til I winced. "Not your fingers stupid. Use your tongue. Hurry up or I'll break 'em! Mother of God, that moment was so many things. exciting, disgusting, disturbing thinking that she was forcing pain on me. I'm licking my cum off her face as she purrs in my ear. "Good boy, swallow. good. now we understand how this relationship works. Pay attention, respond appropriately and I'll keep you around, maybe even choose to own your soul one day, got it?"

I'm a bit of a geek. And Carol is a Lioness. From our private chats on the internet she knew all she needed to know. I remember her getting excited about my salary, saying it was more than enough for her. I remember her telling me she wanted someone who understood her need to always get her way. I remember her teasing me, telling me that we shouldn't meet because if we did, one day she would destroy me. I'm afraid we've reached that day. A few months back she decided I needed some help to "clarify her expectations," as she put it. She said she was beggining to feel unhappy and only answering yes to five questions would satisfy her. Otherwise, "it's over." (silent pause) "One: Will you marry me, honor and obey, and that means you honor, and you obey? Damn, From the moment I laid eyes upon her it's the only thing I ever wanted. Honor and obey crap aside, marriage sounded grand with a dream girl, immaculate beauty and an edge. Her sexual initiative, her energy, guts, her aplomb, "yes," I said, and before I could respond further... "two: Will you hand over the paycheck, no questions asked, and be willing to live on a small allowance?" "Yes," I didn't hesitate. Money never mattered to me and the implication was that she would deal with all the bullshit bills, taxes, life's expenditures. Fine by me. "three: will you allow me to come and go as I please, without questions, without any attitude what-so-ever, be it trips, visiting friends, leaving you alone for days or even weeks at a time?" O.K., so I'm not stupid, now she was basically asking if she could spend some of my money on herself without me, and more importantly, likely getting my permission to fuck other guys. It didn't matter. I needed the girl. "If you behave responsibly, with considerations for safety and..." "Yes or no asshole?" she didn't like hearing me adding any qualifiers, and opionion. "yes, sure, go on, do what you have to do, but tell me, what kind of marriage will ours become?" she grinned, popped her middle finger into her mouth (all the while flipping me off), pulled the finger out, touching my forehead and trailing her long red fingernail down my nose. "a marraige of convenience. my convenience. So, was that a yes?" I tried to start some dialogue but she raised her hand, shook her head, pouting lips and whispered, "yes or no?" I looked to the ground. "Yes." "Good. Really good. Now, question four: Will you be my sexual slave, meeting each and every one of my demands with enthusiasm, or at the very least feigned enthusiasm, given that some of my demands will not be to your liking? I sighed and answered "yes," because sex had been wild and intense, and I enjoyed most everything. She had a dark side I knew, and I hadn't much enjoyed our trip to Vegas when she became preoccupied with introducing me to her best friend Bertha (a seven inch dildo). Meeting her demands, well, if she wanted to occasionally shove seven inches of black plastic up my ass, so be it. I'd grin and bare it, cause the blowjobs were great fun and the fucking and tasting her awesome body, yeah, no problem. "Five, will you sign this legally binding document which describes in detail the prior four questions and affords me a lucrative alimony package should you ever decide to leave me?" she had prepared what looked to be a ten page agreement. She dropped it in my lap, with pen and a highlighted line where my signature might go. Closing my eyes, reclining in the chair, I looked at her devilish grin. "Your a beaten man, my friend," she whispered. "Sign that, and I own you." I told her it might take me some time to read it, to think about it. Her response was typical. "Don't give me that shit! Either you want me or you don't. These are my terms. Now, I've invested alot of time and effort finding you, working you, shaping your miniscule ego to my liking. A word of advice. Don't piss away a perfectly good thing. We need each other and I promise to make your pathetic life interesting. So, slave boy, sign it now, or say goodbye, which is it?" I tried to start reading it but she grabbed it from me, turned to the signature page, and pushed the pen into my hand. "sign your life away right now or fuck off." Then she came in close nibbled on my ear and used her throaty little siren's call. "Trust me baby, do as I say and I'll fix you good. tell you what you'll be doing for the rest of your life, and more importantly, tell you what you'll be doing tonight. What you'll enjoy doing, for me." fuckin bitch. She had me. Who could argue? My life was shit without her, so, how could I go wrong? I signed, she took it, reached into a cabinet ahd handed me a package. "Go upstairs and open this, follow the instructions. Tonight your loyalty will be tested. Tonght we find out how much you really care." She walked out the door, likely securing the document somewhere safe, in the event I changed my mind. The Package? girls panties, frilly white socks with lace, black lipstick, and a written message: "Tonight at seven you become my bitch. A lifetime of servatude. Do not disappoint me. When I arrive home, remain silent, be compliant, and above all, submit to me with love in your heart. My love shall be returned in kind." Wow! that was the first time I'd ever heard anything like that. I dressed, not at all feminine, looking more like a clod, and waited, and waited, and waited. Around midnight her car rolls in, she's laughing and, I realize, not alone. I'm halfway down the stairs when the front door flys open and my drunken giggling fiance is carried in by a black guy, tall, skinny, big smile, and Carol has her jeans in her hand, butt naked below the waist. "Hi honey, I'm home," she laughs as she throws her jeans at me. "Here, hang these up, no wait, I want to introduce you to a friend." I feel like an idiot, dressed in red panties, white frilly socks and black lipstick. "come here," she says, as the black fellow sets her down, both of them smiling at the bottom of the stairs. She wasn't the least bit ashamed of bringing someone else into our house under such circumstances. How could she be, her pussy dancing free in the open air? She lurched up the stairs, way drunk, grabbed me by the balls and dragged me down the stairs. "let's cut to the chase, shall we," she said, to which he replied, "don't mind if we do," and then he started unzipping his pants. What the fuck?, I thought, and then I heard Carol say something that sounded distant, like something out of the twilight zone. "on your knees boy." And she was talking to me. I tried to move away, but her other hand wrapped around my sac. "oh, no you don't. I promised my boyfriend you'd be giving him head tonight, and so it shall be." Boy friend? She pulled and squeezed. "Now!" she laughed, or you hurt yourself. Don't want to bust your balls, do we, at least not yet?" I couldn't retreat, she squeezed and there was no where to go but down and her pressure subsided. "This is how it works," she blurted, "you lick the head of his dick." I was frozen, staring at a man's dick in front of my face for the first time. She started to apply pressure again. I was stunned. "It's best for everyone, fag boy," she wimpered, "besides, you've got to learn sooner or later, may as well be now. Open up." With that she strangled my nuts in a death grip and I opened. She eased her grip, looking up at the black guy. "Go for it Derek honey, give the little girl a taste." Derek put one hand on the back of my head and pushed the head of his penis in a circular motion around my lips, against my cheeks, across my chin, getting harder all the while. Carol was delighted, her breathy lips all a quiver. "Mike," she said, "it's a gift from me to you. Don't waste it baby, and for heavens sake don't fight it. Become part of what we're doing here. Now I let go of your balls as a sign of good faith, and then you take the initiative. Go on, suck Derek's prick, suck it as though it were my pussy." I looked at her and she was shaking her head in the affirmative, willing me forward. She whispered, "your tongue, use your tongue, swipe it across the head, do it for me." Without breaking eye contact I did as I was ordered and she quaked and I reach up and took hold of it and swiped again and she groaned. Derek cradeled by head in both hands and pushed his dick into my mouth and I sucked him. In and out and I circled the head with my tongue. Carol had two fingers in her pussy and her thumb on her clit. I grabbed her free hand and pushed it up near Derek's ass and she smile and started working a finger into his sphincter. Of course he started picking up the pace. "Say it," she said. I tasted precum but didn't understand. "Say I'm your cocksucker," she purred in a strained uneven voice. So I said it. "do you mean it, boy?," she asked. Derek started grunting, grabbed his thickness and started pumping. "Yes," I answered, I'm your cocksucker," and Carol came, hard and loud, falling half over, scrambling behind Derek and just before she started her asslicking, she roughly barked, "down his throat. Every drop down his fucking throat." Which didn't happen since, at the time, I'd never swallowed a cock, so Derek tried to bury it but I gagged and he ended up blowing his load all over my face. Carol twisted him around afterwards, saying "let's trade places." while she cleaned the slime off his dick, she grabbed me by the ears and pulled my face into his ass. "Go deep, boy, try to taste his dirt." and I pushed my tongue into a black man's asshole, and quiet Derek leaned over, opening up a bit more and Carol watched and petted my head, saying "good boy. pretty soon you'll be exactly what I want you to be. One, maybe two more months. I can hardly wait.

Since that day We've been married, Derek obviously the best man. Carol forces Derek's cock into my mouth everytime I see him, which is too often for my tastes but it really turns her on and I guess I o.k. with it, eating his cum out of her pussy is kinda fun, but the anal stuff, well, it hurts and I'm not much into talking about it. Carol just read my story and say it's o.k. not to mention it but she wants me to tell everyone about our wedding. I'd rather not, It's embarassing. Nowadays Carol and Derek do all the fucking. Carol told me awhile ago that I didn't need to fuck her anymore because my interests are headed in other directions. She invited a girlfrind over, who brought her friend over, who invited another friend to perform our civil ceremony. Carol wrote the vows. I was tied down, being told that part of the ceremony required me to drink Carol's piss as the ultimate sign of my slave commitment. Since it was our wedding and it was the only way to make Carol happy, I agreed, but the thought of drinking her piss somehow didn't meet my expectation of showing. So as the ceremony reaches full swing, me strapped to the table, Carol climbs on top of me and starts sucking me off. Ten minutes later I blow a load down her throat and she gurggles with a mouth full of cum, "don't spill a drop." and she starts pissing on my face, and I drink and swallow just a little squirt, and suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my crotch. "OWWWE FUCK! What are you doing," I scream. "Hold still," Carol says, "Perfectly still. It's part of the Ceremony." some sort of sick blood letting, I imagine. "Tell me what's going on?," I plead. "First of all, I'm not done pissing on your face." and a gusher splashes into my eyes. "Our friend Terri here is a vetrinarian. The Pain you felt was Terri cutting open your scrotum. I want to take a look at your balls." I was fucking scared shitless. Carol was moving my balls around and from all that was happening I couldn't much tell what was happening down there. "Ah there they are, exposed to the open air." "Darling, please, this has gone way too far, you never told me about all this and I'm really not into this sick shit. Don't do anything else stupid." She covered my face with another splash. "Like what?, and stop wasting my bridal piss. Drink up." I drank all I could not wanting to anger her or set her off in any way. Finally, I gasped for breath and asked, "You're not going to cut my balls off, are you?" "Funny you should ask, spineless fool of a man, because I was thinking of doing just that." Carol and the three other girls laughed and giggled, chuckle, chortle, gefaw, all at my expense. "What do you say girls, let's have a vote. Irene?" "Hmmm, poor guy. It's doesn't matter what I say, you're gonna do him." "Terri?" "Fuck him, cut 'em off." "Trish?" "Give him a chance, make him do something so he can save his manhood." "Like what? Any suggestions?" and all three responded in unison (as though this whole vote conversation had been rehearsed), "shit in his mouth." They laughed like heyenas, psychos the lot of them, into this crazy stuff like some kind of cult. "All right," Carol barked, "suck down my load and we'll call it even." and she squated on my nose and ground her asshole down on my mouth and I could feel her muscles trying and heard Terri tell her to cut my balls off while she's taking a shit and then it started coming and I knew it was my only chance to save the nads so I opened full wide and she actually shit in my mouth. One piece, she lifted up. "Chew and swallow, there's more." So I did and some more piss and now a bigger piece forced onto my tongue and she rose up and looked into my eyes. She whispered in my ear,"You're my toilet for life fag boy. Tonight maybe you'll even do one or two of my friends." I Could barely speak "At least I saved my balls." It's all I could think to say. "oh those. Look into my eyes Mike." I looked deep in, at her depravity, at her naked lust for the obscene. "fuck it, cut 'em off Terri, put this loser out of his misery." "No!" I shouted, "I did what you wanted." Carol responded, "you always will. I owned you from the moment you liked your cum off my face on Catalina." "Should I?," asked terri. "Yeah, lose the balls. He's of more use to me without 'em." and so Terri cut my balls off, and then she too stuffed my mouth full of crap as payment for her services. Carol says that's enough, so I'm sending this off to all you readers. My balls, they were worthless. I guess maybe they were, at least that's what Carol told me...