Acting Out Fantasies

This chapter is a little bit longer, and has some more nastiness in it, but brings me to the end of what I had written so far. I will keep churning out material, as I know where the story is going, and there are lots of jumping off points from there. But it will likely slow down as I have to write it, and then edit it. I do have a few days coming in the next couple of weeks to write, but I also have a job. Thanks for all the comments that have come so far.

This might surprise some, but I am a religious person, a family man, and a committed husband. Although the pretext for this story is a little bit far-fetched, I admit, I do plan to deepen the characters, and have them wrestle with what it means to be a spiritual, sexual, relational person, while still keeping the action hot. I think my faith has missed the boat on this, and I hope to generate dialogue with others about how to synergize these real parts of ourselves.

For those who are wondering about the inspiration of this story, I’ll come clean. It comes from a unique combination of the adventures I’ve shared with my wife in the last 4-5 years (she enjoys CMNF and lives it when kids are in school, being submissive, and being a “hotwife” a few times a year), and authors who wrote stories that got me off, but some of whose stories I wish I could write an ending or continue with their characters.

Some of those writers are in my “favorites” list, but include:
-Bydasea and Viredae, who have the best ending chapters of “Louise Submits” and “Luna vs. Rival,” respectively.
-LaceandHumiliation (old stories), who wrote some damn good stories about Bailey and others.
-Whoever wrote “Shaping of Slut,” whose story I wish I could find an ending to.
-Nitewriter, DamonX, and others, who I want to thank for the raw nastiness and slutiness of your characters.
GTO_Racer, who has a good thing going.

And there are others whose stories have influenced me. Thank you all for your inspiration. Don’t worry, this is not good-bye, there’s more coming soon! I just wanted to get this off my chest. Keep up the comments and feedback, I love it all!” To the story:

Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting in a breakfast café parking lot, just a couple of miles from the hotel – the place where Michelle and Pete’s life had changed forever. It was a café in an industrial area of town, a stand along building close to the street, with parking on either side of the building.

Pete, knowing how Michelle was dressed, wanted a place out of the way, and knowing that it was a school morning, he hoped they could avoid any families with children. Just as they were getting out of the car, Pete’s phone rang with a new number. He guessed it was Jim, and he was right.

As they were standing on either side of the car, Michelle was keenly aware that they were out in the open. It was a breezy day, and the alterations she had made to her clothes made her look sluttier than a hooker. After agreeing with her suggestion that slits should be cut in the sides of her shortened chiffon skirt, she had cut the slits on both sides of her skirt to within an inch of the waistband.

Without the wind, it was slutty enough, but when the wind picked up, even a little, the slits caused the material to separate, giving an observer a clear view from the side or up the skirt. And the top was no different. It was equally fickle to the wind. Michelle could feel the breeze on all her naughty bits, and shivered when she thought of the view onlookers were getting. She decided to keep her arms to her side and just act normal. She heard Pete talking to Jim.

“Hey, Jim….Yes, it was amazing…No, she’s never done anything like that before, I swear…Well, I’m not sure she’ll follow through, either. I keep thinking she’s going to snap out of it, but she keeps surprising me. The manager called our room this morning, and she went to the hotel office naked, where he punished her. She’s got red marks on her ass and tits, and she came again without being touched.”

Michelle was blushing with embarrassment as Pete spoke, not just because of what he was describing, and not just because he was talking about her, his wife, but also because two slightly older married couples were walking past their car on the way to the restaurant, just as Pete was using those words. Her attire and those words caused the two couples to turn their direction, and slow down.

They looked at Michelle, and Michelle looked at them, and her embarrassment deepened. They knew that Pete was talking about her, and she was dressed for the part. Eventually, they moved on toward the restaurant, saw them shaking their heads and looked at one another. This sense of shame caused Michelle’s pussy to begin throbbing, remembering who she was for the weekend.

She had willingly asked four men, one of whom was on the phone with her husband, to take her body and do with it as they wished for the next few days. She had not only said it to them once when they were not expecting it, she had also elaborated on it, while naked, and while they recorded it on their phone cameras. And to cement it, she had asked them to use it against her if she faltered at any of their instructions.

They had given her an evening unlike any other, filled with submission, nastiness, vulnerability, exhibitionism, and more amazing orgasms than she had ever had in such a short period of time. The feeling had been so wonderful, that in the last hour, she had told her husband that she wanted him to take “ownership” of her after the weekend was over. For a brief second, she seized in anxiety at what she had done and its implications, but that was overpowered by the heightened sense of sexuality that she had robbed herself of for the last 20 or so years of her life.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Pete talking to her. “Honey, you go on in and get us a table, I’ll be a second while Jim talks to me about the weekend.”

“Ok,” she said falteringly, keenly aware that she was walking into the same establishment as those couples that had just dressed her down with their looks. They had not been looks of disgust, but instead, looks of recognition of who she was. “We know what you are. You’re a slut.” She was pondering that recognition as she walked in.

Am I a slut? Like, not just being slutty, but a slut? Is that the word that describes me? Just 12 hours ago, I was just a sexy wife out on a date with my husband. But here I am, waiting for my fate from my husband and my masters for the weekend, wearing the sluttiest things I have ever worn, and I’m embarrassed and humiliated…but so fucking turned on! Is this me? Is this what I want to be? Is this what Pete wants me to be? Can I be this submissive, this obedient? All of those thoughts were swirling in her mind as she opened the door, and felt the wind lift her skirt as she entered the building.

It wasn’t long until all eyes were on her. She looked around and saw all the people with their eyes on her. The Old Michelle of 12 hours ago would have crouched in horror and cried from humiliation. The New Michelle stood still and let everyone look.

“Are you a prostitute?” the hostess asked loudly, exacerbating the moment. She was gesturing at Michelle’s outfit. “We don’t allow prostitutes in here.”

“I’m not,” Michelle croaked, looking around, keenly aware of all the looks she was getting. “My husband it outside. He’ll be in here in a minute.”

The hostess gave her another dressing down with her look. “So you’re a slut, then?” she asked, with a slightly amused look on her face. She didn’t wait for an answer, just grabbed two menus, and turned and walked toward a table…right next to the two couples who had heard Pete as they entered the restaurant. They were seated in a booth, whispering together and looking at Michelle as she was seated.

Michelle sat quietly as they continued whispering, hearing the words “brave” and “slut” mingled into their murmuring. Soon, she saw a waitress walking toward the couples’ table with a tray full of waters. But she was staring at Michelle. She carefully served them their water, then, putting her tray under her arm and holding a glass of water for Michelle, the waitress quickly turned, and spilling water as she did, she set it down in front of Michelle. The spilled water had gone all over Michelle’s crop top, causing it to cling to her rock-hard nipples, and making it see through. The glass was only half full now.

“Oops,” said the waitress, not looking sorry at all, and then she walked away.

The two couples looked at Michelle, and Michelle looked at them. She realized as she looked that her chest was heaving again, both from the chill of the air on her wet shirt, but also from the the humiliation. She could feel her face and chest redden with heat.Where is Pete? She looked out the restaurant window, and saw him, still on the phone. She tried to read his face, but couldn’t tell what was going on, so she let herself drift in her thoughts again.

Her thoughts were a montage of snapshots, imaginings of this lifestyle carried out. She imagined wearing this outfit to church. She imagined her nipples as hard as they were right now, with clamps on them, but she was without a shirt at lunch with her friends as they laughed at how excited Michelle was in her predicament. She imagined being naked at the office, just going through a normal day of work with clients. Then she imagined she was hosting a party, and Pete was announcing that her body was available to all the guests, but it wasn’t any party, it was her son’s college graduation party! Then she imagined she was naked at her daughter’s sorority, cooking for all the girls, who each smacked her ass as they passed by. These were all fleeting fantasies, no more than memes in her mind.

She knew she should be ashamed of these thoughts (fantasies?), because they all involved her debasement, being on display. But she wasn’t ashamed. She was actually excited, imagining what it would feel like to be in those situations.Do I really want these things to happen? These are all the people I know and love, and I’m actually reveling in my degradation. What is wrong with me?

What pulled her out of her thoughts was the sight of Pete walking up to their table. He sat down with a sigh, looking distant. He was so lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed all the eyes on him as he walked to the table where the slut was sitting, nor had he noticed Michelle’s newly see-through top.

“Well?” Michelle asked. “What did he say?”

Pete was still not responding, just staring absent-mindedly at his menu. So Michelle tried again. She wasn’t’ whispering, but talking in a normal voice. “What did Jim say they are planning for me today?”

Pete looked at her, suddenly intense and focused. “I love you, Michelle. I really do. And I realize that this was my prodding that brought this on, but before we talk about what the guys have in store for you, I need to know, 100% that this is what you want. We need to really think this through and decide that this is whatwe really want. After they get done this weekend, it will be hard to keep this all hidden from our friends and family. I mean, this is the real deal.”
Michelle could see that Pete was having trouble with this, even though she would be the one experiencing it. She put her hand on Pete’s, but didn’t say anything.

“I wish I could understand this all,” he said. “Just to get some perspective. I mean, we’ve been married for years, and never was there even an inkling that you were like this, that this was inside of you.”

“I didn’t know that this was inside of me, either.”

“I don’t believe that,” Pete said. “You had more of this thought out than you let on.”

“I really didn’t,” she replied. “I let them dictate the events.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. What I mean is that a woman who has been sexually conservative and mostly uninterested in sex all her life doesn’t just give her body to a group of men she has never known. You had clearly thought about this particular fantasy for a while. This was not just some impulse decision. I’m trying to understand, why, after all these years of rejecting your sexuality, of living so guarded, you couldn’t tell me that this was boiling under the surface.”

“You’re right, Pete. I’m not exactly sure how to answer this. What I know is that I have not been frigid, I have been repressed. You know our religious background. We share that together. And that all still matters to me. For my whole life, I have lived and acted on the assumption that woman not only have to protect our bodies, but our minds and spirits, from all of the “evil” stuff that comes with sex.

Did you know that my mom actually told me that sex was ugly and evil before marriage, but wonderful after marriage. I guess I never got past the “ugly and evil” part of it. And so, despite all the thoughts and fantasies that came from those magazines, I never really tried to be anything but what she was: a responsible, sensible suburban mom.

“I mean, there were stories about women getting peed on, about women have sex with lots of men, about women being spanked just to be spanked. I let them turn into fantasies that I imagined being a part of, but they were also gross, and so completely different from what “normal life was.

“As I told you last night, even after we got married, I actually had a good fantasy life, but I felt like all of my fantasies were so weird, I was scared to share them with you. That’s why I didn’t ever answer you when you asked about them. I didn’t want you to leave me.

“And then we had kids, and raised them, and now they’re all graduated and in school. I guess over the years I just taught myself not to give time or attention to those thoughts, because I felt like I had already established a way of life. I didn’t want to shock you.

“But then you broke the dam. You kept insisting that something had to be done; you kept pushing. So when I came up with this particular idea which we are living out now, to give myself away to strangers to do with as they please, was the only thing that made sense. It was them enacting their fantasies on me, not me having to take responsibility for how extreme they were. The control is given to others. The possibilities are endless. They tell me what to do, you tell me what to do, and I don’t have to worry about my guilt.

“I guess I can detach myself from my actions by being made to do things. Like last night, if Tommy had not told me to lick his ass…”

She looked up from the table as she heard a gasp. Pete was looking at her, she knew, but she had not thought about everyone else hearing her. The booth with the two couples had been listening. The waitress, who had now brought Pete his water, had been listening. They had all heard her confession, and they were all stock still, staring in disbelief that this innocent woman, who generally looked well put-together, was confessing to things like this.

She was embarrassed and felt her face and chest flush again. But there was something else that she felt. It was like she felt another dam burst. If admitting that there were fantasies to Pete was the first dam; and if giving her body to the men last night was the second dam; then owning who she was had to be the final dam.I am a slut. I love that these people are hearing all of this. I’m proud of this.

She went on, inviting those listening to keep on. She vaguely noticed that the waitress had turned and gone back to her station. “Last night, if Tommy had not told me to lick his ass, I would have never done it. But he did tell me to, and once he did, I not only wanted to do that, I wanted to go above and beyond. I heard all of those men moaning when I did those things, and I felt both powerful and proud. I would have done just about whatever they asked me to do, because I knew it was turning them on, and turning you on.”

She fell silent for a minute. Both she and Pete were taking it all in, lost in their thoughts. The silence was broken by one of the wives in the booth next door. “That is certainly some story,” the woman said. She was a fairly skinny woman with bleached hair pulled back into a pony tail. She looked maybe 55 or so, but was still in remarkably good shape.

“I was in your shoes when I was younger. Both John and I made the decision to give it up, though,” she said, motioning to her husband. “He encouraged me to embrace that inner slut that I think is in all of us women, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I had so many commitments to society to fulfill, and while I made the right choice, there are many days that I think back to that moment and wish I had chosen a different way. I say, if your husband is on board, and you can afford to do it, go for it, make the most of it.”

Michelle looked at Pete. “Are you on board?”

Pete stared at her for a minute before replying. “Michelle, if you go forward, you are going to be having sex with lots of men this weekend. Not just vanilla sex, but hardcore, nasty sex. Like they’ll stick their dicks in your ass and make you clean them off with your tongue. They’ll make you parade around naked on a boat with nipple clamps on in front of a lot of people on that lake. And there are other things they’ll make you do. Are you OK with that?”

He expected her to cringe in repulsion, but instead she was processing, taking it all in. “Well, after all those asses I licked last night I didn’t get sick. So I guess if I’m turning them on I’ll be OK with that. But I’m also asking you. Are you OK with that?”

“I’m not finished yet,” he said in reply. “They also have plans for you to submit to their girlfriends, and let them punish you for doing all of these things, and doing them with their spouses. These women will probably spank you and flog you and embarrass you. Are you OK with that?”

She got a sheepish look on her face, mixed with a little bit of a smile. “Like what kind of punishment? Bob spanked me last night, and the manager again this morning. And it was such a turn on. I never thought I’d like it, you know that. But I did. Would they do what Bob did to me?”

“Yes, Michelle, they would. You’re doing crazy stuff that these women won’t do with Mike and Jim and the guys, and that makes them jealous and angry. What would you expect from them?”

“Well, I guess I’d deserve it,” Michelle said, and Pete noticed her squirming in her seat.

Pete continued on: “And with Mike? Jim checked with him, and you would be prancing around naked or close to it in front of a bunch of people from that man’s neighborhood for that party he talked to you about. They’d turn you into a free use slut for the afternoon and evening. Do you know what that is, Michelle?”

She shook her head.

“That means that you would be tied up or restrained and unable to resist whoever wanted to fuck you, however they wanted to fuck you, and whenever they wanted to fuck you. Are you OK with that?”

Pete noticed her squirming even more. “Does all this turn you on Michelle?”

She nodded her head.

Pete continued on: “Are these things you really want? Because the one that takes the cake is Jim. He told me these plans, and then he said that his night with you will be special, because it will be done right in front of all those people that you know. It will all be right there in the open, and you can’t undo it, and they can’t unsee it.”

He leaned in closer. “Babe, look at me. Are you hearing what I’m saying?”

“Yes honey, I hear you. I can’t explain it more than I already have, but yes, it all turns me on! Even though I’m not sure I want it, it turns me on. Like I said last night, I’ve never been hotter than I am right now.”

“Good for you sweetheart,” said the blond, butting in. She was getting some interesting looks from the other three at her table, but she didn’t seem to care. It was like she was trying to correct a wrong in her life from years ago, which she was.

Pete still wasn’t sure how he felt about it all, but he really wanted to see what this would do to Michelle. She had been so cold all those years. If he was honest, he was angry at Michelle for holding out so long and wanted to see her suffer a little bit.

He was scared, for sure, and he was unsure, because this was uncharted territory for him as much as it was for her. But he sensed that this was more of a need for her, as if this was exorcising demons of her childhood, and that even she felt like she need to suffer in order to get them out.

“OK then, I will let Jim know. Let’s eat, you’ll need some real food. Most of what you’ll get until Monday is cum.

The waitress, who had returned to take orders from both tables, and had been listening in. “What can I get you to eat, slut?” she asked, daring Michelle to challenge her assessment of the woman barely dressed. Instead of challenging, both she and Pete placed their order.

Then as the waitress was leaving, she said, “You might as well take off those clothes. They’re all wet. The manager here is a pervert, and as long as this table doesn’t care, I don’t. We won’t seat anyone else in this section.

Michelle stared at her for a second, then asked, “Is that a dare?”

“It’s an order,” came the response from the blond at the table next to them.

“Yes, ma’am,” said Michelle, a smile on her face. Then pulling her top over her head and off, then her skirt over her knees and off, she handed them to Pete. And just like that, she was naked inside the diner in the morning hours. She immediately felt her nipples harden, and without thinking, her hand went down to her pussy, and she realized, running her middle finger up and down the slit, just how wet she was. She was squelching, without any penetration.

The waitress looked at her with what appeared to be both envy and disdain. “I’ll tell the hostess not to seat anyone else here, but you’ll have to tip the manager.”

“Deal,” said Pete, his dick standing at attention once again. Like the dark part of his brain he did not know existed until the previous night, it seemed to never tire at watching his wife subjugate herself to humiliation.

The blond in the booth was beside herself, and Pete noticed that her husband, who she had called John, had his dick out. She was stroking him. In their booth, the woman was seated the closest to the wall, and the husband was closest to the rest of the restaurant.

“Michelle? Is that you name?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Michelle.

“You may call me Mistress Susan. With your husband’s permission, my husband John here has volunteered to help you embrace your sluthood. You need to crawl over here and suck him off in front of us, then crawl back to the restrooms, where you will enter the men’s room. He always needs to pee after cumming. So you will enter a stall, kneel with your hands behind your back, back straight, and mouth open. He will piss into your mouth and you are to swallow every drop. Do you understand?”

Michelle’s eyes bulged at Mistress Susan’s words. Despite the fact that she had had this fantasy before, this was something that Michelle had never done before, or certainly imagined ever happening for real. And what made this different was that she was not under the threat of blackmail like with the other masters she had. She knew it. Pete knew it. For her to say yes to this nastiness would be completely of her own volition. Yet as always the case this weekend, she decided to throw caution to the wind. “Yes, Mistress Susan.”

Pete threw up his arms, but knew he wanted her to do it. “Ok, I’m going to video this for Jim and the others. Then he leaned in to Michelle, and whispered, “I love it that my wife is a slut. You’ll be this way for me long after this weekend. Understand?”

She moaned, and said, “Yes, Sir!”

She got out of her chair, and seductively crawled over to John, a man she had never known before, and pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees, licked his balls, going as deep into his crotch as she could. This was not quick sucking, this was worship, just like with Tommy last night. She was worshipping a strangers balls! After a couple of minutes, she moved up, and engulfed his manhood, using all the saliva she could muster. She swirled her tongue around the base, humming as she did, creating a beautiful vibration that had John panting. “Oh, that feels good slut.”

She then pulled off of him for a second, flicking her tongue over the tip of his dick, and looking up at him, played the slut card for all it was worth. “Are you going to piss in my mouth?”

“Yes, slut, I am.”

“Are you going to make me swallow it all? I’ve never done that before,” she said with a sultry voice.

John was moaning and nodding as she said it, swallowing his dick and then popping it out before each new sentence.

“Will that make me a slut?” she asked. “I never liked people who were sluts before last night.” Slurp, swallow. “But I didn’t know what I was missing.” Slurp, swallow. “I think I might like being a slut.” Slurp, swallow. “I know I like it when people call me a slut.” Slurp swallow.

“Oh. You’re a slut, all right,” John said. Stop talking and swallow my load!” he yelled. She starting bobbing up and down with purpose now, knowing that he was not far from erupting. John started panting, repeating over and over, “You’re such a slut, swallow it all!”

One last time she pulled off. “Give it to me all, right here in front of your wife and friends,” she said.

“Oh yes, slut, swallow it all! Here it comes!” He gritted his teeth, then probably louder than he wanted, grunted as he came.

She kept up her bobbing until he was completely drained, then slowly and carefully licked him until he was completely spent and limp.

“Impressive, Michelle,” said Susan. “You know what to do now.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Michelle, crawling toward the bathroom, without looking around at her surroundings. Pete saw that she seemed to be lost in herself as she crawled. He had heard about “sub-space” before, but he guessed that was where Michelle was in her mind. Pete and the others watched as she opened the door without standing up and entered the men’s room.

As Michelle entered, she noticed two things: it smelled, and there was someone else in there. Still, she was given an order, so she searched for an open stall. There were two in the bathroom, and one was occupied. Even placing her hands on this bathroom floor would have been more than Old Michelle could have handled, but new Michelle noticed that despite the smell, the floor was somewhat clean. At least it was not sticky. It was appropriate for someone figuring out if they were a slut.

However clean the main floor was, the empty stall was another story. There were piss stains visible on the floor, and there were piss stains, still wet, on the toilet seat. The sight nearly made Michelle gag (but not as bad as last night, she noticed).

The complete absurdity of the moment flooded her with fresh, humiliation. Michelle was an upper-middle class, suburban, faithful, religious mother of 2 grown children. She had a successful career, a good husband, and a generally happy life. But the most exhilarating moments of her her life had been in the last 24 hours, mostly spent naked with marks of punishment on her.

And right now, she was on her hands and knees crawling into a restroom in a fairly nice diner, and she was about to kneel for a stranger to piss in her mouth, and another man was taking a dump in the stall next to her. And her husband not only knew, he was “on board”; he was supportive! She couldn’t help but ask, what the fuck was she doing here?

She knew the answer: she was fulfilling a fantasy of following instructions, no matter what they were, for three days. What was still unanswered for her was the question she had been asking herself since she was getting ready yesterday: Why am I willing to do all of this? Why am I not putting a stop to this madness?

For a brief moment, she decided to end it all right there. Things had been crazy, and they would only get crazier, and she had a life and a reputation to save. But no sooner had she resolved to do this, than a somewhat hesitant John entered the restroom. Michelle quickly assumed the position that Mistress Susan had given her, right in front of the toilet. There wasn’t room to shut the stall door, so it remained open. If anyone else came in, they would be in for quite a surprise.

John, for his part was hesitant, but pleasantly surprised. “Holy Shit! You really are doing what you were told. You are something!”

“Please sir, I’ll let you piss in my mouth…” She heard a gasp from the stall next to her, where someone was sitting on a toilet, but continued on, reveling in her humiliation. “But my husband has never had the chance to do this before, and I want him to have the confidence to dominate me after this is all over. Would you please let him piss in my mouth first?”

John thought for a second, nodded at her, and turned back around to go fetch Pete. Right after he left, Michelle heard a voice from the stall next to her.

“You can’t see me, but I’m the manager from this restaurant. Are you naked?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a real woman?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a slave?”

“Sort of.”

“Well, you can’t be doing this in this establishment.”

Michelle, surprised at herself, found herself wanting to complete the assignment from Mistress Susan, so she resorted to the only thing she had left, considering her nudity: sex. “Oh sir, please let me finish this, and then I’ll leave right away. The waitress said I could do this if I promised to give you a tip, and I really don’t want to disappoint my masters! O Please sir, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” came the reply.

“Anything to give you a tip for letting me be slutty in your place of business.”

She waited, then heard a chuckle. “OK. You want to be slutty in this place and drink piss, then when you’re done in the stall, you’ll come over here and service me. You’ll let me cum on your face and tits, and then you’ll walk back to your table. You’ll eat, if you haven’t already, naked and leaving my cum on you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, wondering if there were any people left on earth that weren’t kinky.

“Ok, then. See in you in a few.”

She remained where she was, hands behind back, kneeling, and mouth open, and about 15 seconds later, both John and Peter entered the bathroom.

John then said, “Pete, this here is a slut. She might not have admitted it to you or to others, but she is a slut. There is only way to remain married to a slut, and that is to take control of her. You need to be her master, and you need her to make a commitment to you that she will follow. As I told you, I can tell that she loves you because she wants you to be the first person to piss into her mouth and make her swallow, so that you will know that this is who she is.”

He let out a chuckle. It’s kind of like marking your territory.” Then looking at Michelle, he asked, “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Pete,” he said. “She’s all yours, but I’ve got to piss. So please hurry.”

Pete stepped up to Michelle’s mouth, unzipped his shorts, popped out his dick, and placed it right next to Michelle’s mouth. And then he waited for the piss to come. He waited, and he waited. Nothing.

Finally John spoke up. “Pete, I’ve done this before with Susan, when she gets really hot. To do this and get the flow going, you have to block everything else out, even that she is your wife, and you have to tell yourself that this is a slut that really wants this. When the piss comes and it fills her mouth, you can squeeze your cock while she swallows.”

“Ok,” said Pete. John stepped away, and Pete relaxed, blocking everything else out around him. Soon, he felt the piss coming. “Here it comes!” he announced, and soon after a small stream started, which then grew stronger. Soon, Michelle’s mouth was full. Pete squeezed off his cock. Michelle was looking grossed out, like she might spit it out.

But Pete, embracing his role, was having none of it. “Don’t think about it. Yes, it’s gross. But you’re being a slut, and you were given instructions. Just swallow it. I’ve got more to give you.”

With just a moment of hesitation, Michelle swallowed. She coughed in disgust, but then, without being told, she opened her mouth back up. Pete let loose again, and another stream hit the back of Michelle’s throat. As her mouth filled again, Pete told her to touch herself, and she complied. “When you are obedient and stretch yourself to fulfill my instructions, you’ll get to pleasure yourself. Nod your head if you understand me.”

As she was nodding, she swallowed, then said, “Yes sir, I understand.” Then she opened her mouth again.

Pete finished, saying, “Don’t stop touching yourself, slut. Here comes John.”

They switched places and John repeated the same process as Pete, only as he pissed, he kept repeating, “yeah, that’s it. Swallow it slut.”

For Michelle’s part, she was perplexed as to why every time she was called a slut, it was making her swoon. She was getting close to a release, her second of the day. She was moaning while swallowing her second round of piss.

“Cum for us, slut,” said Pete. Michelle kept moaning, and finally, her release came. It happened just as she was swallowing her third mouthful from John, who had just finished.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming!” Her orgasm just continued, as a wave of emotions struck Michelle. She started crying, even while her orgasm was peaking, and with a slightly confused look on her face. The guys – who had been standing over her – took a step back, not sure how to react.

Why am I crying? she asked herself. She thought for a second. Perhaps it’s because these 2 men – one who is a complete stranger, the other my hustand – are treating me this way. A woman should be treated with more respect than this! But she knew that wasn’t it. She knew she was crying for two reasons.

First, she was crying because she knew that the internal battle that had been going on, all last night and this morning, was swinging toward the new Michelle, and a part of her was worried that the old Michelle would be completely destroyed, something she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

Second, she was crying because there was so much missed time. If only she had told Pete earlier, the New Michelle might not be coming out with such a vengeance. She had been so worried about what Pete would think of her if she owned up to what was in her fantasies, but the result was that she had lost years of orgasms more powerful than she had ever experienced. She made up her mind in that moment that she was going to make the most of it for now. But first, she owed her husband an apology.

Pete didn’t know what was going in her mind though. From where he was, she was crying, and he was worried he was responsible because of making her drink piss. That’s why he was surprised by her next words.

“Pete, I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you my fantasies. I’m sorry I waited so long to let go of all my hang-ups. I’m sorry I have been so frigid for you. You have deserved more than I have given you.”

“It’s OK honey, I…”

“No, Pete it’s not OK. I know I’ve submitted to those four guys for the weekend, and you too. But I want you to know that after this weekend, you are in charge. You have pushed me, just now, in the way I want to be pushed. I want you, I need you to keep it up.”

“OK,” Pete said. “We’ll think this out later.”

Michelle, no longer crying, remembered the promise she made to the man in the other stall. So, she told Pete and John to go ahead, that she would be out in a minute or two. After the door shut, she heard him speak to her: “Crawl over here, slut!”

After all the emotion from her previous orgasm, his demanding tone was jarring. Still, this submission without resistance is what she was reveling in, and she had made a promise. So putting her hands on the dirty floor again, she started the journey over to the other stall. She opened it and saw a very overweight, very unkempt man sitting on the toilet. He had dark brown hair, slicked back behind his ears. His skin was very fair. He had whiskers that showed a two or three-day growth, and he had gray, uncaring eyes. He looked every bit the part of a pervert that the waitress had warned Michelle he was. She smelled the cheap cologne he must have put on as he left the house, but that was far outweighed by the odor of the dump he had deposited minutes earlier. Even though he had flushed, the odor was so strong, it caused her to stop at the entrance.

“Come closer,” he said. Closer… there.”

Michelle was now right in between the man’s legs. They were fat and hairy. His belly hung over his waist, not that Michelle wanted to look at it any more than she had to. To keep her nose as far away as possible from the toilet, she had been looking at him in the eyes.

“I just listened as you drank the piss from two men. I just listened as you confessed your guilt to your husband of withholding from him what a nasty slut you are. And I think that you get off on the humiliation of it all. Am I right?”

Michelle lowered her head, then nodded.

“What was that?” the man asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir, what?”

“Yes sir, I love the humiliation.”

“Did you know about this love of humiliation before whatever I just watched happen?”

“No,” she said, hesitatingly and unconvincingly.

“Are you sure?”

Michelle turned her head to the side, and fell into thought.

“Answer me,” the man pushed. “Did you know about this part of yourself before?”

Michelle didn’t answer.

“Answer me,” the man persisted. “Don’t think, just answer!”

“OK,” Michelle said. “I knew a little. I just never knew I had this kind of submission in me.

“What do you mean by that?”

What I mean by that, you fat turd, is that I never thought I would be turned on by that fact that I’m talking about being submissive in front of a stranger sitting at a toilet in a dirty bathroom at a diner That’s not what she said, but she thought it. But the complete abandon of social norms and expectations had been the engine that was driving this adventure, so she went with it.

“I never thought I’d ever drink someone else’s piss, let alone in a restaurant, just because someone told me to.”

“I never thought I’d listen to it happening, so we have that in common.”

“Listen, sir, can we get started? I made my promise to you, but I’d like to get back to my husband if I can.”

He liked that he had called her, “sir.” “Yes. What I want you to do is get me off with your mouth. And I want you to do it like a nasty submissive slut would do it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir, I do.”

Michelle took her hands, and lifted up the fold of belly fat keeping her from seeing his crotch, and then leaned forward. As she did, she realized that the man had flushed the toilet, but there was still toilet paper floating. The sight of it made her gag, but she kept moving toward the cock. It was small and skinny, but it was already hard.

She paused for a second as the man moved his ass forward in the seat. Michelle went back to work, closing her mouth over his cock, circling it with her tongue. He was moaning, but she knew that if he was a pervert, he wanted more. Strangely, so did she. So she pulled off his dick and looked him in his eyes.

“You want me to be really slutty?”

“You know I do.”

“Scoot forward and lean back then.” He complied.

She then lifted his ball sack, and said, “You didn’t wipe very well. You need to have that cleaned.”

He got ready to pull off some toilet paper, thinking she wanted him to wipe better before she finished him off. But to his dismay, she just leaned forward and pressed her entire face into his crotch. Then he felt her tongue, giving him a bath. He felt her retch, and knew she was struggling. But she stayed committed. She never pulled her tongue away. He pulled his phone from his pants around his ankles, and pressed record on the camera.

“Pull your mouth away,” he said. “I want you to hold your mouth open for me.” Sure enough, she did. He could see a little streak of slime running toward the back of her mouth. “Swallow, then open again.” She complied, and this time her tongue was clean. She did her best to keep a slutty smile on her face, but the odor mixed with the reality of what she was doing, where she was doing it, and who she was doing it to, prevented her from holding it, and her face turned sour.
“OK, back to it,” he said. This time, as she leaned forward to lick his crotch, he started to jerk off with one hand, the other keeping his camera rolling. He was so turned on by what he was seeing, he knew he would not last long, so he slowed down his strokes.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” he said, to try and slow down his orgasm.

She pulled back and looked at the camera, and then the man in the eye. “To be honest with you, I’m thinking about what a nasty man you are. Who works in a restaurant and is this unclean? I’m thinking about how your waitress said that you’re a pervert and would get off on seeing me naked in the restaurant. I’m thinking that I’m proud but mortified that I’m willing to do something this crazy. I’m thinking that a woman like me should not be turned on by licking the balls and crotch and asshole of a perverted, nasty, stranger, but I am.”

And with that, she thrust her tongue as far as she could toward his asshole, moving one of her hands back to her pussy, where she started frigging rapidly on her clit. Then she started moaning, feeling another orgasm approaching.

“OK, lean back. I’m going to cum all over your face. Don’t try to swallow anything, just keep your mouth open.” She nodded. “Here it comes! It’s coming, OH GOD!… Jesus! He was pumping his cock fast, and soon cum started jetting out. Some landed on her forehead; then he changed directions and some landed on her left cheek. With not much to go, his third shot he saved for just under her nose. For her to smell what she did, he thought. And then finally, he rubbed the last bit of cum on her cheek.

“O God,” the man was gasping. “You’re such a good slut. That was incredible!”

Michelle surprised herself by the smile that was on her face. She was loving the power that she had over these men when she did things that no one else would ever do for them. She was reveling in how cathartic all this sex, all this submission, all this nastiness, was for her. She had one other thought, though. She needed to get fucked. She was not far from another orgasm but wanted this one to come from being fucked.

“Have I met your requirements, sir?” she asked innocently. “Is that enough of a tip for me to stay this way until we have finished eating?”
“Yes, you have,” was all the man could muster, pressing stop on his phone camera, and turning around to flush the toilet. As he did, he felt her spread his asscheeks, and gently lick up to the top of his crack.

“Consider that icing on the cake.”

He looked at her, shook his head, and as he lifted up his pants right in front of her, he mumbled, “I’ll never meet anyone like you again. You have one lucky husband.” And then he left.

Michelle took a moment to wash up. In her mind, the Old Michelle was trying to get her stirred up to be grossed out and mortified, but that inner-voice was weaker than it had been. That thought gave her a brief sense of doom. I don’t want to be this way forever! But I can’t help it right now! But new Michelle was reminding her that she had never felt more alive than in the last 12 hours of her life. She knew deep down that things would need to balance out in her psyche, but it was like all the toxicity of past thoughts and repression was forcing its way out of her, and any attempt to stop that purge would cause further delay in finding that balance. And besides, her body was humming again.

She knew she was hungry, but she also knew she needed to be fucked, senseless. Registering her nudity in her mind, and relishing it, she opened the door, and walked slowly out to her table. Susan and John, along with the other couple, were still there. They had food in front of them, but they all turned to stare at Michelle.

The waitress had just put food down at Pete and Michelle’s table and was starting to walk away when she saw Michelle. She too just stopped what she was doing and stared. Before she had crawled as instructed, but now she was walking. She was standing tall, shoulders back, tits out. And boy were her nipples standing on end. The image everyone had was the same as last night. This was a proud slut enjoying the ride.

The difference was that last night when she had proudly walked to the elevator with the guys, she hadn’t pulled shit from Tommy’s ass and licked her fingers clean. Last night she hadn’t drunk the piss from two guys, been fucked by 15 or more men, and sucked off even more. That she was still walking at all was surprising, but that she was walking proudly gave Pete pause.

As Michelle made the last few steps to the table, she looked around with a proud smirk, and saw the patrons all gawking. Most had their hands over their mouths, eyes bugged out in shock. She didn’t really care. It was a naked body, nothing to be ashamed of.

Then she saw Pete staring, too, but he wasn’t staring at her face or body. He was staring at her forehead. Then she felt it: the cum from the manager was running down her face. The still smaller Old Michelle told her to be ashamed, but the New Michelle just smiled at him, reveling in her sluttiness.

“I watched a man come out of the bathroom after us,” Pete said. “You didn’t…”

Michelle nodded. “Yes, I did. It was the price I had to pay to drink your piss and be naked in this place. He was the manager.”

“Jeez,” said Pete. “We haven’t reached the bottom of the rabbit hole, yet. And he came on your forehead???”

“MmmHmm, And I licked his balls and his taint, cleaning it up after he took a dump.”

Pete cringed.

“Don’t worry, I cleaned up my mouth and my hands and knees. I left a little bit of his musk under my nose, though, so I can remember what I’ve done.”

“Wow,” was all Pete could muster. He looked off in the distance for a second, then slightly shaking his head, he started to eat. So did Michelle. She was ravenous, so they were silent for a while. Pete noticed Michelle rubbing her legs together, a now tell-tale sign that she was turned on.

“While you were in there, um, servicing the manager, I took the time to get to know Susan and John a little bit better. These are their friends, Randy and Lila. They’ve all decided that they’d like to see you again, Michelle, would you like that?”

“Yes,” answered Michelle, still basking in the glow of the nastiness Susan had ordered her to do. Would she make her do more?

“They have a boat,” said Pete. “And they’d like to take us with them for a short trip sometime.”

“Sounds like fun,” Michelle said, looking at four new potential playmates.

“They’re not sure what we’ll do, but they’ve certainly seen what you can do…”

Michelle blushed and rubbed her legs together even faster.

“Are you still turned on?” Pete asked with wonder in his voice, wondering when she would finally be satiated.

“My body is fucking humming, Pete. It’s like I’m at the edge of an orgasm all the time. Even after I cum, 30 seconds later I can feel another one waiting its turn. My pussy is swollen, my nipples feel like they could cut glass, even my ass is sensitive.” And then she added. “And I need to be fucked so bad, honey. All the stuff I’ve done, I need it hard. Will you fuck the shit out of me when we get done here?”

Pete noticed his bulge getting bigger, then smiled and nodded his head. “Do you just want me to fuck you?”

“I’m so turned on, I’d fuck anyone or anything right now.”

“Well, let’s finish up. I’ll fuck you when we get done, but I don’t want you to be too satisfied. I want you horny for this afternoon. We’re going to a bikini store from here.”

Michelle grinned her approval and kept eating. She was ravenous. As she was eating, she was thinking, fantasizing. What will it be like to be fucked by Mike and his friends? What will they make me do? Should I tell them I like to be humiliated, or let them figure it out? She thought about that for a second. If she didn’t tell them about her fantasies, they’d never know what she was capable of doing, or willing to do. But if she did tell them, then she would be taking ownership, and that seemed to be a violation of the weekend rules. What should she do?

She stopped eating for a second, then on purpose got a piece of ice and held it on each nipple, reveling in the goosebumps that were forming, and the aching that was growing. Then, without thinking, she took two cubes and forced them into her pussy. It wasn’t until she had the contrast of her cold hands that she realized how literally hot her pussy was. She was on fire!

She got control of her brain enough to call the waitress over. She asked for a pen and paper. As the waitress headed over, she turned to the table with Susan and John. Would you guys please write down things that you wish you could see a woman do or have done to her sexually? Things that you wished you could do, Mistress, or have done to you.”

“Yes we will,” they replied, then leaned in at their table, and started to whisper among themselves.

When the waitress returned, in between bites, Michelle started writing stuff down. Pete tried to look on, but she kept it hidden. “I’m going to take this list, and the one they’re working on, she said nodding in Susan’s direction. “And then we’re going to pull out three of them to give to Mike and the guys. I don’t want you or I to have any control over which ones are picked. That’s why I’m hiding them. But I want you to give them to him as if they are your tasks for me as my number 1 master.”
“OK,” said Pete, nervous energy running through his body as he thought of the potential this presented, both good and bad.

Michelle continued: “Then I want you to take the other items and include them in future adventures.”

“Ok.”

Pete finished his food, and then looking at Michelle, he said, “Honey, I want you to start keeping a notebook of your fantasies. Write down scenarios and who’s involved; write down dares you want to be given. As we live life and walk through this, more ideas will pop into your head, and into mine. We need to write them down. If we don’t ever do them, at least we will know that they have been shared, and they might be a possibility.”

Michelle’s eyes lit up. “That’s a great idea, honey!” She paused and looked lovingly at Pete. “I know that this is all a shock to you. It has to be. It’s a shock to me. But I’m realizing that I’m just a happier person if I’m not controlling things. And I want you to be the leader. It will take a while for us to adjust to this, but let’s agree to be patient and worked toward it.”

Pete smiled, love and pride in his slut wife welling up. He then added instructions. “I want you to think back in your mind. All the fantasies you had growing up and reading those stories. All the ones you wouldn’t give yourself permission to let blossom in your mind, but were always lurking beneath the surface. I want you to write them down.”

Michelle looked perplexed, “But what if they gross you out? What if they ruin our lives? What if they affect you or the kids?”

“Write them down and let me be the judge of what will ruin our lives. If you want me to be your master moving forward, then you have to place complete control with me. I will do this well. I’ve thought about this a lot too, you know. I just didn’t want to offend you, because of how you were. But I will be good at this, if you will be patient.”

She smiled, and then took her last bite. She felt refreshed and satisfied, at least as far as her hunger was concerned. She had a smile on her face, unlike any Pete had ever seen before.
“What?” Pete said, nervously smiling back.

“I’m naked in a restaurant. I have the smell of a man’s taint inside my nose, something I did on purpose. I probably have the smell of urine on my breath. I am incredibly embarrassed and grossed out, but I feel like this is where I belong. I feel like this is right. Like it’s right for me for the first time ever.
“I’m so grateful that you gave me the ultimatum you did. It broke my will power.” They sat silent for a moment. Then Michelle added, “I don’t know what the future will hold with this, honey, and I’m deep down a little bit scared, but I want you to make me push through.”

“What do you mean?”

“As I’m sure is the case with all women who do crazy stuff, I’m sure that at some point soon, this feeling is going to come crashing down. I will be satiated sexually, or this ‘episode’ will end, and I will start feeling ashamed of myself, or I’ll show resistance, or I’ll start thinking about the impracticality of it…”
She stared off for a second, but Pete, knowing her, let her think for a minute. She eventually continued: “You and everyone else keeps calling me a slut. I’m still not sure about that. I know I’m doing crazy, slutty things, but right now it still feels like a moment, not a lifestyle. I’ll know if I’m truly a slut, a submissive slut, if you push me to do things, and do them well, even when I don’t want to. I want to find out the real truth about me and my nature. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Pete looked her in the eye and nodded. “I get it honey. And I’m on board with it. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, but will be hard for me to make you do things when you don’t want to, because I love you, and I don’t want to hurt you, and we have an entire history to overcome. But the stuff you’re doing this weekend has shed some light on what you’ll do. What I’ll say is that I’ll do it until we both know it’s time to stop.”

“Deal,” she said, just as the waitress brought them the check. There was a note alongside it.

“From the manager,” said the waitress. Michelle opened it and read it aloud.

“Dear Slut, I’m the guy whose ass you just licked in the bathroom, and whose cum is still on your face. I have you on security cam. Don’t worry, I won’t ask anything more of you, except two things. Your clothes and your husband’s email address. The clothes are so you can own what you told me in the bathroom. The email address is so you can remember, and your husband can know, what you can be and do. I want you to come up to the register, just like you are, and wait by your husband as he pays… just a little more degradation before you leave.”

The waitress was waiting to make sure Michelle read the letter. “I’ll be up there as you guys pay.”

Michelle shivered. For the first time, she had an inkling to slap the waitress, stand up and walk out of the restaurant and stew while waiting for her husband in the van for starting this whole thing. But she suppressed that thought. She knew the moment would come when regret or anger would creep in, but Michelle was a stubborn person. All those years denying her urges had been a sign of her stubbornness. Her parenting style clashes with Pete where she held her ground; her insistence on a way of living for all these years with Pete had shown that stubbornness.

She had created this situation for herself. She had known when she named the fantasy to herself, and when she had started the gears rolling for this weekend that it could get dicey and extreme. She had never imagined that she would be doing all of this in one weekend, but she admitted to herself that she had fantasized about being told to do each and every thing she had done so far. And she had never cum as powerfully and easily as she had done in the last several hours. She had started this, and she was going to see this through, at least through the weekend.

She looked over and gazed at Pete. She knew that all of this was sending him on a roller coaster ride. She had dropped a bomb on him that he had never expected. She had always been so headstrong, so reserved about her sexuality, that for him to hear the words she had spoken, for him to see the things she was willing to do, the things that she was actually doing, he must be traumatized, she thought.

She had promised him that after this weekend was over, he was going to be in charge, but that still left this weekend, and it seemed that everywhere they went, she was letting someone ele take charge of her sexuality. And Pete was watching and participating, but he wasn’t in charge. She wasn’t in charge. She had set this up so wheels would be set in motion that she had no control over.

Yet here he was, still sitting at the table with a woman who had been one way with him for more than half his life, and had now done a complete !80. And instead of the disgust that she had expected from him, she knew that he had had a constant erection. Her heart filled with love and respect for him. Not all husbands could handle what she was doing, but he was holding his own.

And then she realized that Pete not being disgusted by her behavior, and Pete still being with her must mean that there was some compatibility in their sexuality.

“Pete,” she started. “How will this look like after all this is over?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, assuming that the rest of this weekend is as exciting and satisfying as what we’re doing now, what happens next?”

“You mean after what Jim has planned?”
“Yes,” she said. “Right now, in this moment, I want that to happen, for the excitement, the risk, the craziness of it. But I also want it to happen because as familiar as I am with the old Michelle, I like the new Michelle better. But letting her come out for good has real consequences. You can’t undo being a willing slut in front of family and friends.”

Pete thought for a moment. “Well, you can’t undo it, but it doesn’t have to be a death sentence on how you deal with friends.”

This response surprised her. “How?” she asked, realizing that both of the were now referring to the Michelle of 12 hours ago as “Old Michelle.”

“Well, we can tell them a little bit of the truth. Hell, they’ll see the truth about what you are becoming. But we can help to frame that for them by telling them that to spice things up, we decided to try some extasy, and this was the result. We can tell them that some things about your teenage years came to light and that this is a sort of catharsis.”

“Um, I’m not sure they’ll buy that. In fact they won’t. You know how my parents are, or can be.”

“You and I know we’ve never done anything like ecstasy before, but I’ve heard that it does this kind of thing to people.”

“They still won’t buy it.”

“They’ll buy it if we go straight to the bottom of this with them. Look, you and I are using the words Old Michelle, and New Michelle, but we both know that New Michelle has always been in there, she’s just been repressed because Old Michelle wanted to be in charge. If we come clean with them that some of this is the result of how strict, how protective they were with you, and that we are working together on finding a balance…”

“They won’t accept that, Peter.”

“They will if they love you. And besides, at least some of this desire for them to be there on Jim’s night is coming from your anger that they were so restrictive. Isn’t it?”

She nodded.

“Look, we’re still a couple of days away from that. These guys are not kidnapping you. We can just walk away from them if we change our mind.”

“I know, I’m just worried,” she said. “I’m worried about the implications if I stuff New Michelle back down, and I’m worried about the implications if I don’t.”

Pete’s face took on a look of compassion. “Michelle, this has been hard for me to watch, even though I’ve had a constant erection.” He smiled, and went on. “But this is really hard for you. I get that. I think at the bottom of all of this is your concern that you will be unworthy of love. That I will not love you. That your parents will not love you. Am I right?”