I’ve uploaded two chapters to Literotica [one waiting to be accepted] of a story called Carol cum Coral, but something was tickling around the edges of my mind. I wondered how the story just popped into my head. I recalled that I had written stories in the past just to put my fantasies into words. I searched my external HD for a file called ‘unsubmitted stories’, I was surprised at just how many fantasy-generated stories I had written – about ten years ago – clamoring to see the light of day. I had called one such story: “From Top to Bottom” – Aha – the very story that caused me to write the one I just started to upload to Literotica.
From Top to Bottom
Several months ago, I entered my profile into a matchmaking site and met a guy named Arlen. Unfortunately, I lied about my appearance in my profile. Well, not exactly lied but fudged a little. I said I was thinner than I am – about fifteen or twenty pounds thinner. I used to be slimmer but now my butt and belly have extra poundage.
Arlen wasn’t too happy when we met, but I told him I’d lose that extra weight. I promised that because I believed he was the guy for me. He asked me what else I’d lied about. I had to admit that I’m thirty-one, not twenty-five as I said in my profile. Of course, that is evident in person.
I’ve been seeing him for about six weeks, but I’ve noticed that he’s been looking at other women. When I confronted him, he said he’d also been looking on the matchmaking site for a slimmer girl.
I panicked and asked what I could do to keep his attention. Our sex life is fine for me, but evidently not enough for him. I’ve tried everything I can think of to please him sexually even swallowing his cum which I’d never done before. The only line I drew was anal sex although I’ve let him stick his finger in my anus.
He said our sex was too vanilla, and he wanted more spice in sex. I asked what more could I do, and he said he wanted threesomes.
NO! I am not going to have sex with another woman. When I think of what comes out of my own vagina – fluids, juices, discharges – I definitely am not going to put my mouth on another woman’s vagina. NO! NO! NO! It’s bad enough that I taste my own juices when he insists on pussy to mouth sex and when I suck him clean after intercourse.
As the weeks passed, he withdrew more and more and I knew he was just about to leave me. I thought I’d better think twice about having threesomes, or he would find someone else who would.
I started watching and reading lesbian and threesome porn. The more I found out about it, the more I knew it would make me throw up if I did what they do. NO! I won’t do it. I made it perfectly clear to Arlen that I was NOT going down on another woman.
Saturday night, I gave Arlen as good a blow job as I could and made a big show of swallowing. I asked if he would lick me, but being a male chauvinist, he said that it’s up to women to give oral sex – to men and other women. We discussed it rather calmly – screaming at one another – and our ‘discussion’ ended up in him walking out.
Two weeks went by and I missed having him in my bed on weekends. I was so miserable that I knew I had to bend, or I’d never see him again. It was evident that he only wanted sex from me and wasn’t interested in a committed relationship.
Finally, I swallowed my pride and called him. I agreed to do whatever he asked if he’d come back. At first, he said no but then agreed to see me as long as I did as he asked. He wanted me to agree to be his sex slave so that I could never say no to anything sexual. At that point, I wasn’t thinking clearly and said I would be his sex toy. I didn’t like the word ‘slave’. He said I had to use the word slave or he wasn’t interested. Of course, I gave in. I’m ashamed, but I had no choice except to lose him.
I reminded him that I dreaded having to go down on a woman and that I thought that female fluids were disgusting. He said that was not a problem as I could be trained to not only accept female juice but enjoy ingesting them. I felt like puking.
He told me that we’d have a ceremony where I’d give myself to him and swear complete sexual obedience. He gave me a mantra that I was to repeat whenever we got together and had me write it down and memorize it.
Arlen said he’d see me on Saturday evening. If I were still willing to be his sex slave, I’d be nude when he arrived. I did as he asked and undressed before he got to my townhouse. I opened and stood behind the door to let him in, but he stayed outside. He told me to stand in the doorway – naked – before he’d come in. Luckily, I live on a cul-de-sac and there was no traffic or even neighbors outside. I was terribly embarrassed but sort of excited too. I stepped from behind the door and in front of the open doorway. Arlen moved aside, so as to not block the view of my nudity to whoever might look my way. I stood there so embarrassed that I’m certain my face was bright red but I remained there until Arlen moved behind me. He told me to take steps to the grass, spread my legs, and pee on the ground. I could have died from humiliation, but a thrill of excitement coursed through my body. Strangely, I wanted to stay there exposing myself to the world.
When Arlen said it was okay to come in, I felt a pang of disappointment.
When Arlen closed the door, I tried to kiss him, but he held me away and told me to kneel and repeat the mantra: “I give myself to you as your complete sex slave and I’ll obey any suggestion, request, or demand that I’m given and will perform it without question, reticence, reservation, reluctance, hesitation, fuss, complaint, resistance, argument, or moodiness.”
I knelt, cupped my breasts as if I were offering them up to him, and repeated the mantra. I had memorized it but still stumbled over parts that were humiliating. He had me write out a contract that stated exactly what my new status was including penalties for failure to abide by the terms of the contract.
He reminded me that now he owned me and that we weren’t playing games. I couldn’t pick and choose what I was willing to do but had to comply no matter how I felt about given order. Actually, that was fairly acceptable as then I wouldn’t be responsible for whatever he had me do at his whim. I had no choice but to do his bidding. That would ease my conscience somewhat. I was still nervous and frightened as I knew that this would entail other women.
I had never had thoughts about other women sexually except for thinking that this or that woman was attractive. I said I was frightened – NO – terrified of what I might – NO – would have to do sexually with other women. Of course, I had second thoughts about giving myself over to Arlen, but it was too late; I had already signed the contract.
He told me that, in the future, instead of repeating the same mantra each time that I was to kneel and say, “I’m your cunt sucking fuck slut to use as you see fit.” My eyesight blurred and my ears were ringing. I thought I was going to pass out, but I finally managed to get hold of my emotions and nodded yes. He told me to repeat the mantra over and over until he was satisfied.
While I was repeating it, I had to hold myself tight in order not to throw up. Tears kept welling up in my eyes, but I tried to keep Arlen from seeing them as I hadn’t asked his permission to cry. I wished that I hadn’t signed that damnable contract, but I don’t want to be punished as the contract states if I wanted to opt-out.
Arlen grilled me as to which one of my friends or acquaintances that I want to ask to let me lick her. I bristled and said not one, so he said I’d have to accept anyone he chose. I think he already had a woman in mind from the start. He named one of his former girlfriends who was bi-curious. Her name is Jini and they had broken up before Arlen and I met. I dreaded what was to happen, but I couldn’t go back on my word. Well, at least, Arlen won’t leave me as long as I’ll have sex with women.
One factor of our contract is that I have to expect to be a B&D pain slut as well as being a sex toy. Arlen says the two go hand in hand. He brought some rope, a Hitachi vibrator, wooden spring clothespins, black metal binder clips, chip clips with tiny teeth, and small circular clips with a very small circular opening in the middle for my nipples, and two leather straps, one about twelve inches long and the other eighteen inches long, that he’d cut from an old belt. He planned to use the clips on my nipples and pubic lips and use the strap on my vulva, ass, and thighs – not for punishment but for our pleasure. Yeah, right, like I was going to have pleasure from pain he’d inflict on me.
Little did I know then that it would stimulate me close to orgasm. I think if he kept using the strap on my ass or pussy long enough, I could climax, but he doesn’t do it sufficiently to make me come. I would ask for more, but I’m afraid it would open a door to S&M. I’ve seen videos of torture online and am terrified of it. Being pinched, prodded, and whipped with a strap is as close to BDSM as I want to get.
I am expected to masturbate several times every day. I’m to churn my vagina with as many fingers as possible until I’m sopping wet and then lick my fingers until I’ve ingested all of my pussy juices for ‘training purposes’. My pussy juice becomes thicker and whiter as I churn and it’s disgusting to have to put that in my mouth and swallow it. Actually, disgust turns to arousal as I eat more and more of what I’m expected to call ‘cunt cream’. I don’t understand why it excites me at the same time it nauseates me.
One Saturday night, I opened the door for Arlen and there was a woman with him. Jini. She is very attractive, has nice breasts, a narrow waist and a curvy bottom. Knowing she was his previous girlfriend caused me angst and some jealousy. He told me to kneel and repeat my mantra slowly and emphatically. I cupped my breasts and repeated, “I’m your cunt sucking fuck slut to use as you see fit.” I was so embarrassed at being naked and saying those words in front of Jini that I almost fainted.
Arlen told Jini that he was giving me to her for her to use, but that since I had never had sex with a woman that she would have to tell me in minute detail what she wanted me to do. However, he would start our adventure by orchestrating my actions until Jini was comfortable with making her own ‘suggestions.’ He told Jini the words to use to direct me when I was eating her: Deep; deeper; faster; slower; clit; valley; slit; etc.
While I was still kneeling in front of her, Arlen had Jini lift her skirt and told me to bury my face in her pantied crotch and stay there until he told me otherwise. I made sure I didn’t hesitate as I didn’t want to be punished, so I immediately did as I was told. My face seemed to exactly fit between her thighs. Her scent was odd but not repulsive; however, he told her to hold my head and hump my face. The more she rubbed, the wetter she got; the wetter she got, the stronger her scent became until it was almost overwhelming.
Finally, she orgasmed and held my face so tightly that I could scarcely breathe. Her panties were sopping wet and my face was soaked with her female juices – I mean cunt cream. I could taste her then and didn’t like the taste. It was strong and sour like unripe tomatoes, and I wanted to pull away from her crotch – but didn’t dare.
How do I know what unripe tomatoes taste like? Well, I’ve had experience eating green tomatoes. When I was a pre-teen, I went to a summer camp for girls where they served a lot of cheese and fried green tomato sandwiches. Hazing included eating slices of green tomatoes before they were cooked. YUCK! That’s what Jini’s juices – um – cunt cream tasted like. YUCK!
Finally, Arlen told me to stand up and kiss Jini using my tongue. We kissed and Jini said she understood that her discharge was strong. She said that recently her taste had changed from salty-sweet to this sour taste. Her gynecologist said that for some reason, her vagina wasn’t as self-cleaning as before, but that she wasn’t to douche anyway. Douching would eliminate the ‘good fauna’ in her vagina. Jini apologized and said that’s why she and Arlen parted company as she was ashamed of how she smelled and tasted down there and would be too embarrassed to let another woman go down on her.
Arlen told her that I was his sex slave and couldn’t refuse to eat her out no matter how she tasted. He said I would be trained to eat her by having me do it so often that I’d at least get used to it if not enjoy it. So Jini agreed to have a threesome with me and Arlen. I was not going to like this arrangement, but it seemed I had no choice.
I found out later that this situation had been pre-arranged and that Arlen and Jini had still been seeing each other. They had decided to pretend to break up so that he could find another woman to be their sex slave. By the time I found this out, I had become inured to being a sex slave and didn’t want to end the charade; however, I still hated the taste of her cunt cream though I had gotten somewhat used to it, so I guess my ‘training’ was working.
Until told otherwise, I was to pull her labia open exposing her vaginal opening and vestibule; then, lick her pussy from her perineum up through her ‘pink’ (vestibule) and over her clit using only the flat of my tongue, not the tip.
I licked her until she came a few times; then, I churned her pussy with three fingers until, like me, her cunt cream became thick and actually creamy; however, her cervical mucous is clear and viscous goo, and it still tastes awful.
Arlen showed Jini how I was to be abused with clips and the straps and had her clip my boobs and strap my bottom, back of my thighs and pussy. He wouldn’t let me shave my pubic hair except along the sides, so it looked like I had a Mohawk haircut.
Arlen would tell me to put my hands behind my back, and he would grab a handful of my pubic hair and pull it up making me stand on my tiptoes. He’d do that with my nipples, too. He even had Jini do it and parade me around the room on my tiptoes. At times, he used a pair of needle-nose pliers to pluck out individual pubic hairs. He’d pull each hair slowly until it just popped out. It hurt like hell, but I got used to that too.
Eventually, I was so into eating pussy and enjoying being strapped on my ass, thighs, and pussy that I was hooked. I would get so close to orgasm by eating cunt cream and being beaten that just a touch on my clit would send me over the edge in mind-blowing orgasms. Masturbating wouldn’t give me such intense climaxes.
When I was alone, I would churn my vagina for cunt cream to ingest and then use the strap on my vulva until I was close. I tried to whip my buttocks, but it was too awkward. Sometimes, I would edge several times until I was ready to explode; then, pinch my clit, and I’d go over the top.
Unfortunately, I still couldn’t reach the really intense orgasms that eating Jini’s cunt cream and being beaten by her or by Arlen would produce.
I didn’t need the contract I’d signed to be a cunt sucking, fuck slave anymore. That’s who I’ve become. I look forward to every threesome encounter. However, I’m bored with just eating out Jini. I’m considering asking Arlen to find some new women to bring for threesomes. I find myself looking at other women at work, my gym, and passing on the street. If I weren’t so afraid of being embarr, I’d ask all of them if they’d like to be licked. I wonder what each of them would taste like. Would their slits taste salty-sweet or sour like Jini’s quim? I salivate just thinking about it. Would they be pain sluts like me or cringe at the thought of being beaten. I’ve heard of BDSM clubs. Maybe I could get Arlen to take me to one.
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I’m so darned horny. – and hungry for – you know~!