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Four Glasses of Water
by Candy (candykr@hotmail.com)
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Not everything is as simple as it seems. How being
ordered to drink 4 glasses of water led to me being
chained to a stake by my dog collar in our back yard.
(MMF, exh, bd, mast, oral, anal, ws)
***
I met a new online Master on MSN last week. His name is
Smiling Sadist and now I know why. I guess I met him a
couple of years ago after he read the first part of my
story about how I lost my virginity at 13. (I should
probably post that one too, but it's still kind of
unfinished.) Anyhow, we were chatting and he was making
me so crazy that eventually he had me begging him to
make me go outside and do something really nasty for
him. I was hoping that he would order me out to our
kennel but he had other ideas.
Instead he ordered me to drink 4 glasses of water. We
had been talking a long time by then and I really had
to pee but he didn't know that. One of my hubby's rules
for me is that when I have to go I have to ask
permission first and I had been putting off asking him
because it is so humiliating to have to do that. I mean
it is one thing when guys order me to do something
humiliating or degrading, I really love that! But
somehow it is worse when I have to do it to myself.
So even though I had a pretty good idea what he was up
to, and how miserable it was going to make me feel I
went and got a glass and started in on my task for him.
By the time I finished the second glass I was already
begging him to PLEASE let me go. Instead he ordered me
to start masturbating but to stop as soon as I got
close to cumming. See what I mean about him being a
"Smiling Sadist"?
As some of you know I am never allowed to wear anything
except my dog collar in the house or back yard and Pete
makes me keep my lap top down here on the floor in
front of our sliding glass door. He thinks it's funny
that I have to be on my knees and forearms when I talk
to guys in the chat rooms. Plus he knows that Mr.
Thompson, our neighbor in back, can see me and the
exhibition I am putting on for him always makes me
drip. But having to reach back between my legs from
that position was torture. My belly felt so bloated it
hurt and my arm pushing against it as I rubbed my clit
only made it worse.
When I got close to cumming I was almost thankful to be
able to stop before I made a mess of our carpet and
started begging him again to PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let
me go and pee. All I got back from him was, "LOL, SLUT,
start drinking the third one!" I know it sounds crazy
but even though I had to pee so bad it hurt, I was
really getting off on the way he was being so mean to
me. Just the nasty way he was making me be a slut for
him had me dripping so much there was a growing wet
spot on the carpet between my knees.
And that's when he showed me what he meant by being a
"Smiling Sadist". I was half way through the third
glass when he told he me had to leave and gave me 5
orders;
1. Finish the third and fourth glasses of water.
2. Lie on your back with your legs over your head and
make yourself cum.
3. If you haven't peed all over yourself by then crawl
out to the middle of your backyard on your hands and
knees and pee like a dog.
4. Roll over on your back with your legs over your head
where you just peed and masturbate again.
5. Write about all of this and post it at asstr.org so
everyone on the planet will know what a nasty pathetic
little skank you are.
Then he signed out and left me there, on my knees and
forearms in front of my laptop with a half glass of
water in my left hand and feeling like a total slut.
God, I wanted someone, anyone, to walk up behind me and
fuck me so bad. Instead I sat up, finished the third
glass, and started on the fourth. I mean I could have
just dumped it out and gone to pee, but I was so crazy
by then from the way he had treated me and made me
humiliate myself in front of him that I just had to
keep going. That and the fact that he had given me
permission to cum and no matter what I had to do to get
it I really, really, really needed to cum by then!
Finishing the third one was hard but the fourth seemed
to take forever. I was so bloated by then that all I
could do was take little sips or I knew I would explode
all over my legs and the rug. But the thought of the
promised orgasm kept me going. That and the fact that I
was doing this to myself made me feel so deliciously
slutty that I didn't want to do anything that would
stop that feeling from becoming more intense. It wasn't
until I was on my back with my legs over my head and
staring at my slit that I realized just how sadistic he
had really been.
As I started to rub my clit all I could think about was
how there was no way that I was going to be able to cum
without my pee hole turning into a geyser with me
looking straight up in the air as it all came raining
down on my face and belly. That, and thought that Mr.
Thompson was probably watching me and would see me
degrading myself. Again.
It didn't take long. (Does it ever?) Maybe a minute and
half? As soon I felt it go over the edge I clamped my
thighs together over my hand, pushed down as hard as I
could over my hole and just rode it out like I was on a
roller coaster or something. When I finally stopped
shaking all I wanted to do was run outside as fast as I
could and squat down but I knew that I couldn't. I
know, I AM crazy, but I had another orgasm waiting for
me in the middle of the back yard and I knew that
crawling to it like I had been ordered to would only
make it that much more exquisite.
Crawling has always made me feel so slutty. It's just
so degrading and humiliating when guys make me do that
my whole body feels like it is on fire. The first time
a guy made me crawl for him was when I was 13 and it
has always made me drip ever since. I know I must have
looked pretty funny. We have a wood deck and crawling
across that I had to go slow because I was afraid of
getting splinters in my knees. But as soon as I reached
the grass I couldn't move fast enough.
I'm sure it looked like someone was watching a movie in
fast mode or something. All the way out there I could
feel pee leaking out of me and down my thighs but that
was nothing compared to the fire hydrant that opened up
when I finally got to the half way point.
He had told me that I had to pee like a dog so instead
of squatting I stayed up on my hands and knees and just
let it go even though a lot of it was soaking my calves
and feet. Somehow that just made me feel even sluttier
and as soon as I was done I rolled over into that wet
spot in the grass, pulled my legs back up over my head,
and settled in for a nice delicious cum. Even if the
position I was in and the wet grass under my back was
humiliating I was so worked up again by then that I
just didn't care. Actually that made it even better.
When it finally hit I just rolled over on my side with
my hand clamped between my thighs and let the waves
wash over me.
But nothing is ever easy. Lying there in the grass and
the sunshine, enjoying the warm wonderful feeling of a
really good cum, and feeling like the nastiest little
slut in the world was so sweet. Only to have the moment
spoiled by Mr. Thompson's booming voice asking, "What
the fuck are doing NOW, you little tramp?" He had been
watching me of course, like he always does. He had been
grocery shopping and the first thing he saw when he
looked out of his kitchen window was me on my back with
my legs over my head masturbating. But when he saw me
crawl out of the house like a madwoman, pee like a dog
in the middle of our back yard, and then roll over in
it and do it again he decided he had had enough of "my
teasing".
He always calls it that, like no matter what I do it's
somehow always about him. He made me crawl back inside
and show him my chat with Smiling Sadist to prove that
I had been given permission to cum. Even so he still
made me go get my paddle, pulled me over his lap, and
made me count out and thank him for each of 22 really
hard spanks. He said I deserved it just for being a
slut and letting guys like Smiling Sadist use me.
When he was through he stood up, dumped me off of his
lap onto the floor, and ordered me to crawl out to my
stake by the back fence and wait for him on my knees
and forearms. It was almost more humiliating then
before. I knew that I looked like a naughty little girl
with my cheeks bright red from the spanking, let alone
waiting for him to come out and chain me to my stake
with nothing on but my dog collar.
I don't know if he had a couple beers in there or what,
but it seemed to take him forever to come back out. And
the whole time I just kept going over everything I had
done and how I must look with my butt up in the air
like that. By the time he finally came out I was
dripping and when I saw the red magic marker and my
butt plug in his hands it only got worse.
I don't know if it's just him or if all old guys have a
thing about fucking young girls in the ass but he
almost never fucks my pussy. And he almost always
pushes my plug into me when he is through. He says that
way I will keep his cum in me and won't forget who put
it there. Like that would ever happen!
When he was through using me I knew what was next.
"SPANK ME" on my butt, FUCK
ME, EVERYONE ELSE DOES" on my back, and of course,
"SLUT" across my forehead as thick as he could make it
so it wouldn't wear off for days. And just to be mean
he shortened up my chain when he locked it so I had to
spend the rest of the afternoon with my cheek against
the grass and my nose almost touching the stake. Then
he forced me to hobble around so that he could see me
with my butt way up in the air through the gate in the
fence.
By the time Pete got home from work I was a gushing
mess just from the sound of the cars that drove by the
front of Mr. Thompsons house and wondering how many of
them had seen me. Pete didn't even say a word to me.
Instead he gave me a really hard spank as he walked by
and went over to Mr. Thompson's to see what was going
on. When he came back he just laughed at me and said,
"Well slut, it looks like even when you get permission
to cum you still manage to get yourself in trouble."
Then he unlocked my collar, ordered me to crawl inside,
get cleaned up and put on my "School Girl" clothes. It
was my all time best night of playing "Hide and Seek"
with him and the guys ever. I guess all those glasses
of water were worth it after all.
Luv you all, your little fuckslut, cockslut, cumslut,
alleyslut, dogslut, and urinalslut...
Candy XOXO
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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