Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 14:47:38 -0700
From: Faye Duncan <fayeduncan01@yahoo.com>
Subject: How Marie Conquored Me

How Marie Conquered Me

Faye Duncan & Marie Brook

F/F Humiliation, Dependence

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.  None of the characters or
events herein are based on real people, either living or dead.  It was
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My name is Faye Duncan.  As some of my readers know, I have posted little
erotic role reversal tales to Nifty Lesbian Authoritarian from time to
time.  Furthermore, some of my loyal readers have become my subbie pets
whom I have enjoyed humiliating, tormenting, and degrading in all sorts of
yummy ways. I'm certain my pets will be eager to read how I, in my turn was
humiliated, tormented, and degraded.

In addition to posting stories on Nifty, I also read stories others have
posted there because it makes me tingle to do so.  My downfall began when I
discovered and read Part One of Marie Brook's "Marie Brook Remembers
Beatrice" that she had posted last spring.  Something about the way she
told her story really got inside my head, in a part of my psyche I really
didn't want to admit to. I really fell for her story, however, so I sent
Marie the following email, "Yummy beginning.  You do understand your
subject well.  I'm ravenous to read the next installment."

Marie immediately replied: "How nice. Thank you.  I would love to satisfy
your hunger.  Watch this space." On the face of it, this was just a
standard sweet reply to a fan.  But, there was something about the wording.
Perhaps she could read between the lines of my email to her and already had
begun to plan what was in store for me from the beginning, just as I had
sensed future sick erotic pleasure from my pets' first, tentative emails to
me.

Before we go any further, I have to confess that I'm one of those dommes
who has a deep dark secret of her own, a hungry longing to be the subbie
slut of some powerful, cruel woman or girl, preferably a tween or teen
girl.  But I keep this secret under wraps pretty well, of course, as it
just wouldn't do for any of my own subbie pets to know my sick secret.
Marie's reply, however, tore the wraps right off my longings for control by
another, stronger woman.  There was just something about the tone of her
reply "I would love to satisfy your hunger," that made me tingle.

I decided to test whether Marie really understood the sick hunger that I
had so meekly voiced in my email to her.  I replied, "You are so cruel to
promise more, then make me wait so long."  This could be taken to mean I
wanted more of her story, which it did.  But Marie could also use my word
"cruel" to ensnare me, if she were of that turn of mind.  As it turned out,
she was.

As I sat at my computer and read, her reply ("Yes I am cruel (I smile) yet
somehow I think you might like that.  Your wait will soon be over") sent my
fingers teasing along my moist slit and then deep inside.  I read her
intriguing words again and again, panting and soaking wet, as I pondered
the possibilities of "Yes I am cruel."  As I read and re-reread her email I
couldn't stop myself from replying: "If you have read my postings on Nifty,
you already know about me.  I like being cruel myself, and I also like
cruelty done to me.  Isn't it fortunate that I found you?"

In her email, Marie had instructed me to read her next installment and she
had written that I must tell her what I thought of it.  I replied meekly,
"Must I really tell you?  Must I? I'm damp thinking of reading it with your
command that I must tell you what I thought of it slithering around inside
me."

When she read this meek, diffident reply of mine, Marie must have smirked
to herself.  She now knew I was hooked.  All she had to do then was keep me
dangling for a bit longer until I surrendered to her totally.

Her reply let me realize in no uncertain terms that she knew all about me.
"Mmm.. thanks for your reply.  And yes, the next episode is in direct
response to your interest so when you've read it you must, and I do mean
must, tell me what you particularly like..... You really ought to tell me
that anyway.. I could include special details just for you in the next
part.  I like you 'damp'.  But I want you soaking."

Oh God!  Reading Marie's email made me soaking for sure.  Longing warred
with hunger as I rushed to reply.  "You are so sweet with your commands.  I
expect that will change.  I think I'll like that. If you will read my
posting you'll see I adore the idea of being sexually dominated by a teen
or pre-teen girl.  Am I not the sickest little lezzie you ever met?
Giggle.  Starving for your story".

I hungered in the worst way for Marie to want to control me.  I wanted her
to read my Nifty posting so she would know all about me.  I wanted to
encourage her to substitute cruelty for her sweet commands.  I wanted her
to know she could have me totally if she wanted me.

Marie's reply gave me hope and enflamed my hunger even more.  "Well now.  I
have read episode one.  So hot.  Made me touch myself.  You identify with
Julia; I identify with Madison.  Couldn't be sweeter."

In my story, Madison was a teen girl who took control of Julia, her
teacher, and moved the subbie older woman through a series of
ever-degrading episodes.  So, Marie knew exactly what I was, now, and she
was excited by the knowing.  And that excited me, too.

Marie continued, "I really hope Madison gets more severe with her "teacher
dear" in the ensuing episodes.  I hope she really humiliates and hurts her.
A lot. I hope she makes her scream."

It was so obvious now that Marie wanted to treat me the same way.  And that
thought made me soaking wet.

Marie set her claws a little deeper into my soul.  "God you've made me
wet. I particularly liked Madison watching her toy masturbating. I love to
see that."

Marie loved the idea of humiliating her subbie slut by making her play with
her pussy in front of her.  And so did I.

Then Marie teased me.  "Maybe one day you'll do that for me?"

If I could have transported myself to her house, I would have done so right
then, just so she could turn her wishes into my reality.

I read Marie's second chapter as soon as it was posted and sent her the
following reply: "Oh. I am juicing like a faucet. It's a wonderful
episode. Just enough sexy description. Just enough sense of the characters'
motivation. I have wanted to be Bee. I want it even more now. I have seen
packs of 'tween and young teen girls roaming around the mall, looking to
fasten onto some stubby girl or woman and torment her with their perfect
bodies and their bratty, vicious minds. I'm sure, before you're through,
your little girls will make Bee wish she had never been born. And she'll be
soppy every minute of it. Just as I would be."

How much more could I have written to let Marie know just exactly what I
hungered for?  I couldn't resist following it up with another email.  "I'm
so glad you like my little story. I hope you continue to do so. I've been
hoping to meet a Madison for so long now.  Madison does become more severe
as the story continues. More pain. More humiliation. She really breaks her
teacher down. So yummy."

Then I began my true descent into subservience.  I wrote, "I'll masturbate
for your pleasure any time you say. Anywhere."

I was crawling deeper and deeper into Marie's circle of domination.  I
couldn't stop myself from writing her yet another email.

"After my last email, you must think me an awful slut. A trifle too eager
to please. Panting like a bitch in heat.  It's because yummy women like you
are so hard to find. I have had my share of needy women in my little kennel
over the years. You already know I swing both domme and sub. But since I
quit writing, pickings have been pretty lean. Relationships of that kind
are fleeting at best. And I got tired of having to continue to dream up new
and better ways to torment my subs. Anyway, you do have a future as an able
and evocative author. As for you and me, we'll just have to see what
developed."

As you can see by the formal tone of this email, part of me wished
fervently that Marie would just cut me off, being disgusted by my pleading
and sniveling.  But most of me wanted her to take me completely.

 Her next email spoke volumes.  "My Dear Faye, Wonderful to receive all
three of these messages."

I'm sure she was laughing out loud at me and my obvious desperation at
sending her three emails in a row.

"I don't think you are an 'awful slut', and even if I did I don't care.  I
like wanton easy sluts.  I like to play with them.  When they grow to
admire then adore me I do so love to take advantage of them; of their
adoration.  Oh, how I like to strip them bare - physically, mentally,
spiritually.  Open them up in every sense; make them helpless; make them
need and want my dominance and cruelty.  I love to hear them beg "please
stop" then "please don't stop".  Pleasure and pain so wonderful to
inflict."

God, how reading these torrid words from Marie made me gush.  She loved
doing exactly what I needed her to do to me.  Finally, I would get exactly
what I needed.

Marie went on, "I love that you are so versatile - domme and sub - so you
understand all aspects."

Knowing that she was well into the process of breaking a domme like me down
must have been a special turn on for Marie.  The best subbie women are
former dommes.

Then, she hit me with the same test command I myself had used on others so
often.  "And yes, Faye.  Masturbate for me then.  Do it now as you read
then re-read this.  Use only your fingers.  Take off your clothes to do it.
Tell me about it - how it feels - describe your fingers and your sex for me
- I want to visualize what you are doing - how you tickle your clitoris,
how wet you are - give me that detail - I am aroused now imagining you
complying."

Of course I did as she commanded.  I did it again and again for her,
wishing with all my heart that she was there to see me doing it. I wrote
her all about it.  By then, I was hers, all hers.

Marie informed me in her next email, "I am going to add some more to the
piece about Bee then send it to you again.  Tell me more of what you think.
If you were Bee - become Bee - what you would like those cruel girls to do
to you."

I longed to tell her. And I would tell her.  Everything.

"I also like the terrible threats Madison made in your story - to kick her
so hard between her legs; hurt her belly so hard until she vomits etc.
Extreme yes; very, very cruel - yes: - "sickest little lezzie" - I don't
know about that but sometimes that heavy-duty depraved line of thought
really turns me on.  Like now.  Xxx Marie"

That part of Marie's email frightened me.  What was I getting myself into?
But I so fervently wanted to surrender to Marie by then that I would have
done anything she told me to do.  And I pretty much did, as you will see.

As commanded, I read Marie's next installment and immediately sent her the
following email.

"Oh thank you. Thank you. I am at work reading this and my hand is under my
skirt playing with my puss inside my panties. I'm glad I have my own office
with a door I can close. Even so, I have to bite my lower lip to keep from
making noise. I hope you're not angry that I did that while reading, but I
couldn't not play with myself reading your revision. I knew you did it
special for me. What a wonderful present. I think I may be falling for
you."

I had never emailed anyone from work concerning my erotic life before, but
I just couldn't help myself not to.  Marie's reply made me itch and burn.
"You may be "falling" for me? Good.  Fall. But you know I will take
advantage of you if you do.  Use you. But I think you would like that. A
lot."

Of course I would like that.  I would love it.  I was parched for more.
Marie's reply made me soak my panty gusset.  When I emailed her to tell her
so, she replied, "Good girl.  I like that.  Of course I'm not angry - it's
what I want you to do. Play with your puss as much as possible at work -
for me."

I sat at my desk and did just as Marie commanded. I wrote her all about it.

She replied with even more commands.  "Are you able to remove your panties
in your office?  It would really excite me to know you did that and opened
your legs at my behest to play with your pussy properly. Will you finger it
for me?  Ooh, can you tell I'm getting aroused?"

I became quite frightened then at the prospect of someone barging into my
office and finding me in such a state of sexual arousal.  But I couldn't
stop myself.  So I shambled off to the ladies lounge, got into a stall, sat
down, then lifted up off the toilet, removing my panties, which I sniffed
hungrily, then stuffed guiltily into my purse.  I spread my legs as wide as
my skirt would allow.  Then I played with my sopping pussy "properly" for
Marie, my insistent domme.  I fingered my clit and drove three soppy
fingers deep inside just as she had commanded, until I came, right there in
that stall, moaning and biting my tongue to keep from screaming out.  I
hobbled back to my office, certain that my female colleagues could surely
tell I had been masturbating in the ladies.  I was flushed and my face must
have been beet red.  The ladies lounge must have been redolent with my sex
scent.

When I got to my computer, I opened my email client and read Marie's next
email. "I read your second and third episodes just now. Very nice. I
particularly enjoyed Madison hurting her teacher pet's nipples and making
her lick her anus. Lovely. Would my good girl like that?"

Oh god!  Now I really was afraid.  Licking another woman's anus and letting
her hurt my nipples both frightened and disgusted me.  I don't enjoy real
pain, and scatology never appealed to me.  But what was I to do.  Marie had
asked me a question, and I must reply.

"Am I really your good girl? Am I? I want to be so much.  I am being
Marie's good slut. I did what you said. I went in the ladies and removed my
panties. I know you didn't' say I could, but I just had to smell myself on
them. They are so wet I could almost wring them out.  I went back in my
office. I bet any of my female colleagues could see how flushed I was. This
is so humiliating. I've never done anything like this before at work. You
ask so sweetly, and so I am doing it all for you. I'm at my desk with my
skirt hiked up around my hips. My legs are spread wide apart, and I'm
typing one handed as my other hand is down there with sticky fingers deep
inside me. If someone comes in now, I'm sunk, so I'm trying to cum again
for YOU as quick as I can.  Please don't make me hurt myself here at
work. I'll do whatever you want when I'm at home, but please not at
work. Okay, Marie? Faye who can't stop."

Anyone reading these sick words of mine must know by now that I was
completely at Marie's mercy.  And, of course she had none, and that's why I
was so completely caught.

Her reply email sent me over the moon.

"My Dear Faye,"

"Fantastic.  Well done.  Good girl.  Lovely slut. Well done especially for
smelling your panties.  Next time they are so wet though you must put them
in your mouth while you finger yourself. I will respect your request as you
have asked so nicely.  But I will want you to hurt yourself at home.  You
know that would give me so much pleasure.  I like that you will do whatever
I want. It is a holiday weekend here and I have visitors so I may not be
able to be in touch with you as often or in as much detail as I would like.
So be patient.  Even if you don't hear from me until Tuesday.  I will be
back to you.  Meanwhile - another instruction - you must masturbate to
orgasm at least once in a public place during this weekend.  You must write
to me and tell me about it in detail.  Where it was; how many people in the
vicinity and if anyone noticed.  How you felt etc. - as much detail as
possible.  I would also like it if you did something to your anus for me.
Show me how subservient you will be.  Hurt it a little."

I was transfixed by Marie's alternating complements and commands.  She
seemed so loving and so demanding all at the same time.  She wanted me to
humiliate myself by masturbating to orgasm in a public place where those
around me could witness my degradation.  She also wanted me to give myself
pain just to prove my devotion to her.  God, what had I let myself in for.

I whiled away the remainder of my work day longing to hear more from her,
but she was as good as her word about not contacting me until later.  Then,
she wrote me.

"This stimulates me?  And will you really be my slut?  Okay then.  A couple
of things: I want you to 'report' to me as often as is practical on your
masturbation. I love it. I love that you tasted your pee. So dirty; so
sexy. More of that. I am cross that you were not naked - but I am not
stupid - I understand the circumstances. As a penance you must not
masturbate to orgasm again until you can be naked. I want you to accept
that as an instruction. Be a good girl for me."

"As for helping me with the torture of Beatrice - I would be very
interested in your input - particularly for detail of your genuine deepest,
darkest sub desires and fantasies. How deep would you go? How dirty would
you be? How much would you be prepared to take? I need your complete
honesty. To be granted the privilege? Easy. Be my slut. Follow my
instructions. Do humiliating tasks for me. Cum a lot. Tell me all about
it. Tell me about you - your social and work circumstances. How I can domme
you from afar. Tell me what you would really like to do for me. I will give
you as much pleasure and pain as I can. Keep blushing for me sweet slut."

That email sent me into shivers of wanton hunger to be Marie's personal,
private plaything.  I would try my best to be Marie's "good girl."  My next
emails to her documented my willing obedience to her will.

"My dear Marie, I am trembling with barely repressed excitement reading
this email. As you can see from my emails and my little story, I am an
"awful slut."  But, as this fact doesn't bother you, I'm happy to be
one. Also, I think you will turn that fact to your advantage. At least I
hope so. I guess I am "easy."  I blush to say that, but I guess it's
true. So why not admit it and make the best of it? I do understand the rush
of being a domme. And I also understand what you say about stripping a sub
completely bare, physically and emotionally. And I know the feeling of
being made to submit. That feeling makes me wet. I long to feel that way
again."

"I did what you said. I used my fingers to Jill myself off. I'm at work, so
I couldn't strip like you told me. I'm sorry I disobeyed, but that can't be
helped. I tasted myself afterward, and you made me taste wonderful. I had
to pee right after, so I went back to the ladies. I wanted to do something
really slutty, so I peed on my fingers and tasted myself. It's funny, but
cumming always makes my pee taste more acrid than usual. You must have
given me a great cum, because my pee was so bitter I had to wash my mouth
out with water to get the taste out. Giggle. It was humiliating not being
able to stop myself playing with my puss. But it was so exciting, and the
fear that someone would come in and catch me was just the best."

"I know I was a bad girl for doing this, so I'll punish myself at home
tonight. I will put my panties in my mouth and suck them while I play with
my slit at home. But i won't cum till YOU allow it. I'm so sticky tight
now. I can feel wet on the insides of my thighs. I'll spank my breasts with
a metal spatula five times each breast. Is that punishment enough?"

"I'll miss YOU so much. I am so hungry for YOUR emails and it will be death
not hearing from YOU. I didn't start out to end up like this. I just don't
seem to be able to pull away from YOU. Couldn't YOU PLEASE. PLEASE. Find
just a little time each day to send me an email. Please."

"I'll find time tomorrow to go to the mall. Is the food court public enough
for YOU? And I'll probably push the handle of my hairbrush inside my rose
for YOU, so I'll smell myself on the handle when I brush my hair and be
reminded of the humiliating things YOU make me do."

"Faye trying her best to be a good girl"

Marie finally replied.  I was over the moon once again as I read her next
email to me.

"Lovely Faye."

"Yes, slut.  Hurt your breasts for me. That's nice. Five times may not be
enough.  Make them hurt. Do a little more. 6.  I want you to spank your
puss for me. Will you do that as well?  And yes in the mall in the food
court - try and cum. I love the thought of your hairbrush in there. Do
it. There is so much I want you to do. Wait for me. I will tell you what to
do."

Marie now knew she could exploit my devotion to her and longing to be her
little plaything in ways that would hurt and humiliate me immensely.  That
evening, I ran home, stripped naked, and did everything she told me to do.
I couldn't wait to tell her.

"Marie my domme lover,"

"i know YOU are busy with guests.  i'm not trying to nag YOU.  It's
wonderful to read your emails and i hunger for them.  Even when YOU want to
hurt me, as it is obvious YOU do.  i did as YOU told me.  i stripped
totally naked and used a metal spatula on my poor breasts.  Yes, i swatted
each one six times as YOU said to do.  It HURTS, Marie.  i can hardly type
this it hurts so much.  My breasts are bruised and my nipples feel like
they have been bitten.  i want to please YOU, but it hurts."

"i didn't know whether YOU wanted me to spank my puss with the spatula or
my hand.  So i did it with the spatula.  i could only stand two swats.  My
labia are swollen, but i don't think i did too much damage.  But my breasts
really do hurt.  I will put the hairbrush handle inside my rose at bed
time.  i don't think i could stand it now."

"YOU know i am doing my best to be a good girl.  i think YOU just want to
hurt me.  i don't think YOU really care about anything but hurting me.
i'll be a good girl for YOU, but i don't think i matter to YOU except as an
object of torture and humiliation."

"faye hurting and crying."

Marie did not reply.  She must have read my email and gloated over what a
pathetic little slut I had become for her amusement.  When no rely came, I
wrote to her.

"Marie,"

"As directed by YOU, i contrived to insert the handle of my hairbrush into
my anus last night right before bedtime.  i was already naked so i just
squatted beside my bed and pushed the handle up inside me as far as it
would go.  My rose clinched, not wanting to be invaded.  But i pushed
against it and tried my best to relax.  The pain of the handle going up
inside me was a dull ache compounded by the scratchy feel of the brush
bristles against the inside of my bottom along the crease.  I stood up and
made sure i could hold the hair brush inside me.  i lay naked on my left
side in bed and pulled the covers over me.  The ache in my bottom slowly
subsided, and i actually began to feel comforted by the handle stuck up
inside me as i fell asleep.  i never woke up once during the night and had
one of the most peaceful sleeps i can remember."

"This morning when i woke up, i needed to pee and poo.  So i pulled the
handle out.  i could smell my poo on the handle, and right at the very tip
i saw just a tiny piece of my poo stuck to the handle.  i had this sudden
urge to kiss the tip of the handle, knowing that is what YOU would have
told me to do.  i held the tip up to my lips and kissed it, tasting the
tiny piece of my poo, and catching it on my tongue and swallowing it.  Was
i a good girl?"

"faye, hopeful"

I was really sliding down the degradation ladder by then.  My actions were
just so sick and hungry for Marie's approval.  But Marie just kept silent
and let me beg her to make me climb down another rung on the ladder.  I was
becoming desperate.  I thought Marie had become disgusted with my slutty
humiliation and willingness to degrade myself totally for her.  There was
nothing but silence from Marie.  Next morning, I sent another email to her
from home that evening, hoping and longing for a reply.

 "Marie,"

"As directed by YOU, i began to get ready for my humiliation at the mall.
i showered and then got out my long navy skirt and white silk blouse i
usually wear to church.  i turned the right hand pocket inside out and cut
along the inner edge so i would be able to stick my right hand through it.
My breasts were still sore from the punishment YOU ordered last night, so
no bra.  No panties, either.  i put on the blouse and skirt and some plain
brown sandals and then i drove right out to the mall that is near my house.
i prayed no one i knew would be there as my nipples pressing against the
blouse made it evident i wasn't wearing a bra.  i parked close to the
entrance and walked inside.  i was embarrassed to know i was completely
naked under my skirt and blouse and i hoped that didn't show on my face as
i walked toward the food court.  Shoppers were already there and in the
halls and stores.  i saw a group of about four young girls looking through
the door of a clothing store, and i thought of what they would think of
this grown woman walking around with nothing on underneath.  That made me
damp."

"I ordered a small Coke at the McD's in the food court and sat down at a
table right in the middle.  My left hand held the cup of Coke and my right
hand stole into my pocket and then inside my skirt.  i opened my legs as
far as the long skirt would let me and began slowly to play with my damp
pussy.  As i masturbated for YOU several people passed by my table, but i
don't think they noticed anything unusual.  i just kept playing and getting
wetter and wetter thinking about those young girls and what they might make
me do to keep them quiet about my playing with my naked puss.  After what
seemed like a half-hour of this dreaming and playing, i could feel a cum
building up.  i looked around and there was no one close to me, so i
started stroking faster and playing with my clit until i brought myself
off."

"i guess I must have made some sort of noise because i saw a couple women
sitting at a table across the food court suddenly turn to look at me.  They
had these little smirks on their faces, as if they knew what i had been
doing.  i was so embarrassed i immediately got up and walked back to my
car, feeling a little squish of wet on my inner thighs as i walked out.  No
one stopped me and i didn't see any one i knew, thank God.  i got in my car
and, before starting it, i licked the fingers of my right hand and tasted
myself.  It was then that what i had done hit me, and i felt so humiliated
that i had done something like that.  Then i decided it was okay because
YOU had told me to do it.  As i write this all down, i realize how much has
happened in the last couple days.  YOU obviously have a powerful hold on me
to make me do all these things.  i don't know where it all will lead, but I
remain faye, Marie's good girl."

Marie did not reply.  I wanted to let her know just where I stood, what I
needed, what she could do to me.

"YOU have had my complete honesty so far, and I will continue to be honest
with YOU.  I confess to some pretty sick fantasies involving what I dream a
little girl would do to me to prove I was all hers. Pain figures into this
very much. Pain and humiliation in front of her vicious little girl
friends.  She would make me tie twine around my breasts tight, until they
turned purple. She would bite my nipples so hard I would be afraid they
would be bitten off. She would fist my puss while making me beg her to do
it harder. She would make me lick a large dog's pens and then beg her to
let the dog penetrate me while she watched.  Her little friends would
command me to worship them.  I know YOU will use all that against me, and I
know I'll help YOU do it. I will do whatever pleases YOU. I will be
completely yours and obedient and submissive.  YOU have me where YOU want
me. Please take me as I am. Faye pleading"

Marie finally replied in a way that I knew proved that she wanted me all to
herself to play with and destroy. "My beautiful dirty filthy little slut.
You should be naked kneeling and waiting for me to hurt your body - God I
will torture you."

I knew she meant every word of it.  I did not want her to punish me by
hurting me (well, perhaps I did want it deep inside).  So, next morning, I
did as she had commended me.  I reported to her later that day.

 "Marie,"

"After returning from the mall yesterday, i spent a quiet day at home
puttering about doing simple, restful things.  i was at peace in a way i
hadn't felt in a while.  i found it arousing to roam about or just sit
quietly completely naked as if YOU wanted it that way and were watching.
At bedtime, i squatted obediently by my bed and pushed the handle of my
hair brush back into its accustomed place inside me and went to bed naked
and contented.  I awoke very early this morning and removed the hair brush,
sniffing and licking as i did yesterday.  How humiliating! How exciting!  i
showered and made ready to go to early church service in my usual white
silk blouse and long navy skirt with the right hand pocket cut so i could
get at my puss.  No bra. No panties.  i'm sitting here writing YOU before
leaving for church, already excited about what i will do there.  Marie, i
love YOU.  faye humble."

Re-reading this last email, I now realize I had fallen completely under
Marie's spell.  She had me dancing like a puppet to amuse her and make her
damp between her thighs.  I was such a pitiful little fool by then.  But
still no reply.  Next morning, I tried once more.

"Marie,"

"Before going to church I checked Nifty to see if YOU had posted the second
Bee.  And YOU had!  it made me tingle to read it again and know YOU had put
me into Bee's place.  i'm going to church damp already and sick with
humiliation and expectation.  How wonderful!"

"faye in love"

Still no reply.  I tried again.


"Marie,"

"I just returned home from church.  No.  Church doesn't last that long, but
some of my church friends insisted that i go with them to lunch afterwards,
and i couldn't reasonably refuse.  When i went into the sanctuary to sit
down, several of my women friends wanted to say 'hello'.  I was mortified
with humiliation to think they might guess i was totally naked under my
blouse and skirt.  My nipples felt like they were going to pop through the
silk material, and i could see their points pushing against the blouse.  A
couple of my friends looked at me queerly, as if they suspected something
different about me.  But no one said anything, thank God.  I finally got to
sit down at my normal place.  i busied myself acting as if i was reading
the program, but my mind was a thousand miles away."

"As service began, my right hand stole into my pocket and then through it
so it rested just where my pubic hair begins.  i slid my legs apart as far
as the skirt would allow and began rubbing my lips that were already very
sticky.  When we were supposed to stand and sing, i drew my hand out of my
pocket to hold the hymnal.  Anyone holding that hymnal close to her face
would have smelled my sex on it.  During the message, i nearly brought
myself to a cummy, but i was afraid i'd let some noise slip that would have
given ne away.  So i didn't.  i was so humiliated to be unable not to go
back to playing with my puss whenever the opportunity presented itself.  By
the end of service, i was a mess of unfulfilled need to cum."

"i was on my way out when two of my friends literally grabbed me by the arm
and told me we were lunching together.  Lunch was the last thing on my
mind, but i couldn't get away from them without arousing their curiosity.
So we went to a crowded restaurant full of the 'church crowd', and i
ordered a gin and tonic to try to get my mind off my soaking puss.  My
friends must have thought me unusually quiet as i'm always so chatty around
them.  But i was too busy trying to calm down and not let on just how
hungry and needy i was.  By the time we had finished lunch and i had had
another G&T, i was pretty much myself again, except for being scared they
would figure something was amiss.  Cathy drove us back to the church lot,
and i practically raced to my car."

"After the others had left, i sat in the car with my hand in my pocket
under my skirt and jilled myself to a really powerful cum.  Then i drove
hone to write it all down for YOU while it was fresh in my mind. i am
sitting at my computer, totally naked, wishing i could get an email from
YOU telling me what a good girl i had been for YOU."

"faye, sick with hunger to read YOUR latest email."

I'm certain when Marie read this email she smirked her most vicious smirk,
knowing she had broken yet another hungry, desperate woman to sexual
servitude to her whims.  But she still would not reply to my emails.  By
the following Monday, I was frantic to hear from her.

 I wrote. "Marie, i'm writing this from work. I had a difficult night last
night, but one YOU would have enjoyed had YOU been watching me. At bedtime,
I went to inserting the hair brush handle as before, but I just couldn't
seem to relax into it as on previous nights. No matter how much I squatted
and strained, my rose would not relax. I tickled and stroked, but still
nothing. I coated the handle with lotion, and finally, with much pain, got
it inside me. It hurt quite a bit, just when I thought I was getting used
to it. I slept fitfully all might, always aware that something un-natural
was inside me that hurt me. I was greatly relieved when I could take it out
this morning, but shocked and embarrassed to discover my pus was soppy
wet. I don't really want to admit to myself what that means about me. " "At
work I'm sitting in my office with the door closed, my legs as wide as my
dress will allow, fingering my soppy puss, dreaming of YOU and the things
YOU would be making me do. Before getting down to work, I'll need to go to
the ladies and wash my hands so I don't get any sticky on my
work. Giggle. Faye happy and hungry."

Marie finally decided to let me know exactly what she thought of her new
subbie slut.

"Oh i think I am getting the gist now of what you are about.  You really
are a naughty girl aren't you? And I thought you were so innocent. I think
you should do some bad things for me. You put that brush up your rose so
easily. It doesn't even hurt. Make it hurt for me. Then suck it."

"Today you must go back to that mall. Naked beneath your skirt again. In
fact I want you to not wear any underwear - at least for a week. I actually
don't want you to wear underwear ever again - but that can wait. I hope you
don't wear a bra, I want people to see your hard nipples. And anything else
that may reveal. You must let at least one person - a woman preferably -
see your bare puss in the next 24 hours - not necessarily someone you know.
Do it bad girl and tell me about it - or I will have to punish you."

So, now Marie wanted me to immerse myself even deeper into degradation.
And, of course, I did exactly what she ordered.  What choice did I have?

"Ms. Marie,"

"I'm SO glad to see YOUR email. I hope YOU got wet reading my adventures in
obedience. l'm sitting here naked and I have just pushed the tip of my
hairbrush against my rose. My rose doesn't want to relax no matter how I
strain, pretending I have to poo. It hurts me trying to force it inside
myself. I'll keep trying."

"No more underwear. I understand. I'll go back to the mall after work
tomorrow wearing nothing underneath. My nipples press against my blouse, so
anyone can guess I'm braless. I'll go to the ladies tomorrow at work and
leave the stall door unlocked. Someone is bound to open the door and I'll
let her see my puss."

Marie must have found my obedience exciting, and I could tell it in her
next email.

"Darling Faye,"

"You are still being very good.  Well done. I like you being naked.  I
would like to see you like that.  I imagine you lying naked on a bed.  I am
sitting in in an easy chair, fully clothed, looking at you. You display
yourself to me. You lay back and open your legs really wide.  I stare
hungrily at your puss.  I love looking at it.  I inspect every detail.
Your wet slit.  You hold the lips open for me so I can see your glistening
clitoris.  I lean forward and tickle it with the tip of my finger.  You
moan for me.  You raise your hips, Then, you reach around and stretch your
buttocks open so I can look at your anus.  I like to see that as well.  I
relish the sight of you fully exposed like that.  I touch you on your tight
little rose.  You squirm as I push my finger in. It is tight and resistant
but I push hard until it slips neatly inside.  I move my finger back and
forth.  I push it in deep then pull it all the way out.  I move and climb
onto the bed.  I kneel astride you.  I tell you to open your mouth.
Obediently you part your lips.  I put my finger in your mouth.  You suck it
greedily.  I smile as I feel your tongue licking it clean.  Ah, my gorgeous
little slut.  What else will you do for me?  What else shall I do to you?
Wet thinking of you."

Marie knew perfectly well I would do just as she says.  I would humiliate
myself for her.  I would expose every erotic part and hidden charm for her
amusement.  She knew everything about me.

Marie continued, " I hope someone has stared at your erect nipples in the
mall. I hope you have exposed your bare puss to some unsuspecting girl. I
want you to masturbate in the mall again.  To orgasm. I would also love it
if you could somehow manage to push that hair brush handle into it's
'special' place while you are either in the mall or at work.  Even if just
for a short time. That thought makes me smile."

Marie was pushing me deeper and deeper into the well I myself have pushed
so many others into.  Poetic Justice, I guess.

I replied.

"Ms. Marie my Domme,"

"i'm so happy YOU think me YOUR good girl.  i want to be that so badly.  i
want to please YOU.  i would love to be naked and vulnerable before YOU.  i
would be so wet exhibiting myself so wantonly to YOU.  i would feel so
humiliated to be doing the things YOU demand, and so at peace.  i love how
YOU desire to break down my last barrier.  i surrender my rose to YOU.  YOU
hurt me with YOUR insistent finger, but i thrust my hips up to YOU to
indicate my surrender.  i suck your offered fingers wantonly and joyously,
proving my total capitulation to YOUR will."

"i shall take my hair brush to work and place the handle where it belongs
during my trip to the ladies.  Then i shall remove it, lick it, and await
one of my female colleagues who will "catch" me, literally with my pants
down, except i won't be wearing any pants.  Giggle.  i shall go home after
work and change into my "mall clothes".  Then i shall sit in the food court
as before and jill myself to a sweet little cumcum while everyone around me
goes their way unknowing of the humiliation i feel at doing it.  i will do
all this for YOU, because YOU tell me so.  And much more besides,m if YOU
will but tell me to."

"little girl faye longing to be Ms. Marie's good girl."

Marie did not reply right away, so I send her another email.

"Ms. Marie my Domme,"

"i am just sitting here at my computer, totally naked, reading and
re-reading your emails.  i know that if i don't get up and get ready for
work, i'll be late.  But i can't stop reading and fingering myself as i
read.  What have YOU done to me?  i am so hungry to read YOUR words.  i am
so excited about doing YOUR bidding.  i crave knowing what YOU would have
me do to please YOU.  i wish YOU would write me more and tell me more so i
could do more to please YOU.  i know YOU want to humiliate me, and i have
agreed to be humiliated.  i know YOU want to hurt me, and i have agreed to
be hurt.  i know YOU want to degrade me and debase me and perhaps even
break me altogether.  i burn to know how YOU want to do all that.  My
nipples are so stiff and my puss is a soppy mess.  i'll have to wipe myself
clean before putting on my dress for work or every woman at work will be
able to smell me."

"i'l such a mess.  Please tell me what to do."

"faye on her knees."

Still no reply from my cruel Marie.  I try desperately once more.

"Marie my Domme,"

"i'm at work.  i went to the ladies and locked myself into a stall so i
wouldn't be interrupted when i placed the hair brush handle where it
belongs.  For some glorious reason, it went inside me easily and i let it
stay for a minute or so while i squatted over the bowl.  Then i pulled it
out and licked it all over so that it was almost shiny with my saliva.  i
could taste my poo taste on it and it tasted wonderful.  i put the
hairbrush on the floor and raised the skirt of my dress till it was around
my hips, then i sat down on the toilet and slid back as far as i could."

"i unlocked the door, leaving it closed, and spread my legs in wait for
someone to "catch" me.  i knew several of the women who work in my office
usually make a trip to the ladies right after arriving at work.  Sure
enough, Jennifer came in and opened the door to my stall, thinking no one
was inside.  i could see the embarrassment on her face when she saw me
sitting there, my legs wide apart and me leaned back on the toilet as far
as i could go.  i saw her expression change as she noted my puss all open,
moist and visible.  She stammered some sort of apology and closed the door
quickly.  But she didn't go into the next stall.  She just stood there
outside my stall.  Thank God i had not peed, so i did pee and she could
hear me.  i hope that convinced her that nothing weird was going on."

"As for me, my puss was sticky, and it was everything i could do not to
finger myself, being so humiliated for her to see me that way.  i finished
peeing, wiped myself, adjusted my clothes, picked up the hair brush, and
opened the door.  Jennifer was so apologetic about barging in on me, and i
told her it was my fault for not locking the door.  i scooted back to my
office, closed the door, sat at my desk, and tried to stop my heart from
racing.  When i had calmed down, i began writing YOU this email.  Am i
still your good girl?"

"faye all excited"

That email finally got a response, thank God.  But as you can see, not at
all what I hungered for.

"My dear little Faye."

"I've written another little bit about Beatrice and her torment-filled
life. Tell me what you think.  I hope you like it."

So cold. So formal.  So uncaring about all the humiliating, painful things
I had done to please her.  I was crushed, but I knew Marie expected some
sort of reply.

"Marie,"

"I liked it well enough, but was terribly hurt that You never responded to
any of the flood of devoted, submissive emails I sent you that weekend. I
surrendered totally, humiliated myself, did what You said, and confessed it
all to You, and it was as if nothing had mattered to You at all."

"Faye crushed and degraded."

Cruel Marie let me sulk for a couple days.  She knew she still had me all
to herself, to treat in any humiliating any way she chose.  She finally
deigned to reply.

"I LOVE it; really LOVE it. What you did.  Beautiful dirty girl.  Thank
you. I want you to do more; I just hope your next messages are similar."

Marie was playing me like a fish on a line.  She knew that an email like
that would have me crawling right back to her, begging for more.  She knew
I would lower myself till all my self-respect was gone just to get some
kind of caring response from her.  And she was correct.  I completely fell
apart.

 "God, Marie.  Tell me what You want.  PLEASE!!!"

"I really, really hope you get this."

"lil faye crawling back to her Mistress"

And, of course, Marie tugged on the line once more and made the poor fish
dance.

"This little vignette is beautiful. I love (again) what you did. The
circumstances were particularly erotic."

I swooned at her sweet words.  Then, she began her set of new demands.

"Would you do more of that for me? Masturbate all during the church service
next Sunday?  Would you finger your anus for me too in church?  Would you
suck the poop of your finger while in church?  So naughty for Marie".

By now, Marie had no doubts that she could even make me do these kinds of
horrid, disgusting, degrading things, even in church.  I couldn't refuse
her anything now.

"i shall do whatever You tell me.  Next Sunday morning i shall do as You
say and masturbate all during service.  It will be difficult for me to
finger my rose during service, but i shall try whenever we stand to sing.
If i wear the skirt with the pocket hole, i will try, and if i do, i will
suck my finger as ordered for You, my loving domme.  i so want to be your
good girl again."

"faye blushing and soppy."

I confirmed my surrender to Marie in my next email.

"Marie my Loving Domme,"

"i do give myself to You if You will have me. Except for my office, i will
do as You say about what to wear.  At home i will obey You in what i eat.
i am naked right now for You.  i am always naked at home for You unless i
have company, which is seldom.  My body i give to You freely so long as You
don't make me do things with it that would ruin me.  i will touch myself
when and how You say at home and, if i can get away with it other places as
well.  i long to be commanded to use my body for Your amusement.  i will
cum when You say and only when You say.  i know You will torment me, and
humiliate me, and hurt me, and i know it makes You wet to do that, and i
want to please You.  You are already making me do humiliating things.  So
make me do more if it pleases You."

"faye yearning to serve."


Marie replied in ways that she knew would bind me to her more strongly than
ever before.

"It is my pleasure to be your Domme.  And will you really do 'whatever
makes me happy'?  Really?  And of course I want and love you.  So
much. Looking forward to more of this. Isn't this wonderful?"

 "All of this makes me wet, my dear. You have made some very appealing
suggestions here. I love the idea of your humiliation using your own urine.
Yes dear do; wash your hair in it. And your face. Keep a small glass.
Write to me while your face and hair are still wet with your piss. Put the
little glass of warm piss next to your keyboard, then, at some time during
your message you must take a sip of it and hold it in your mouth.  You must
write then these words "my mouth is full of piss for you".  Then, if you
can, swallow. Tell me all about it.  How it tastes; how you feel; if it
excites you - being so dirty for me. Knowing it makes me wet I want you
think about what you would do for me like that; how dirty you would be in
private if I tell you to do some very naughty things. Tell me and I might
just instruct you to be very naughty with your dirty bottom."

"As for that horrible spatula you whine about so much. Is it that terrible
for you?  You know I love to torture you.  It makes me soaking when you
hurt yourself for me.  It is such a loving, generous gift you give me when
you do it and I am so grateful; but I don't want you to hate me for it; I
don't want to alienate you by insisting you do it.  If you WANT to do it
though; if you want to give me that gift then yes, do it.  Use it on your
body.  Your breasts, thighs and buttocks.  Make it hurt for me if you
really want to. You must decide how severe it must be.  Give me a detailed
description of what you do, how it feels; if you cry and scream for me -
and I will not be able to stop myself masturbating; cumming as I read
it. If you do that then we can think of some other less extreme little
punishments for you for the future."

What could I do but obey?  I had no more choice in the matter at all.

"Marie my Love,"

"i shiver with joy that You like what i have suggested.  i want to please
You.  i just got out of the bath after doing as You commanded.  Before
peeing i played with myself a lot to make my urine as acrid as possible.
Then i peed into a plastic bowl and then poured out a glass "for later".
Then i got into the tub and poured the contents of the bowl over my head.
It got into my hair and my eyes and all over my face and neck, and my
breasts, and my butt.  It was very warm at first but cooled rapidly as i
stood there thinking how sick it was to be doing all this.  i so wanted to
turn on the shower and wash myself clean.  i smelled like a back alley or
the basement of a parking garage early in the morning.  But i knew that's
how You wanted me to smell, so i just got out and went to my computer and
sat down to write this email to You."

"i figured it was time to take my sip, and so i just did.  It's so bitter
and disgusting as i hold it inside my mouth as i write this down.  i want
to spit it out and wash my mouth out.  But instead, i swallow and take
another sip for You.  This holds absolutely no sexual thrill for me
whatsoever, and i'm only doing it because i know what it does to You."

"i know You want me to do some very sick, nasty things for your amusement.
i might get wet knowing i was pleasing You by doing them, but i'm afraid of
what You may eventually push me to do.  i will tell You that i find more
erotic stimulation in being forced by You to give myself pain, so long as
it isn't too serious.  And i know that you will use that knowledge against
me.  Won't You, lover?  It makes me soaking wet when i hurt myself for You.
Your torture is my punishment for being the dirty, sick slut i am and
needing someone like You as much as i do.  You know all you have to do is
ask in that sweet, loving way of yours, and i'll hurt myself for You."

"i can barely write.  i hurt so much right now.  i used that vicious
spatula on my poor breasts, five spanks each, right on the nipples.  They
are all red and puffy and i can barely stand it.  God, the things You draw
me into, Marie.  Please wait a while before making me use it on my pussy.
Please, lover, please."

"As a consolation, i stuck the spatula handle deep inside my puss and
twisted it around inside me.  That made me wet and i enjoyed it a lot.
When i pulled it out, there was a little fluid on it so I licked it off.
Your torment makes me taste wonderful.  i know You have other ideas about
how to hurt me, so just tell me now and don't make me be anxious as to how
far You are willing to go to abuse me just to make yourself wet.  i bet you
share all these sick emails of mine with your other subbies so they can
feel superior to me, knowing how much of a domme i was myself before
meeting You."

"So proud of yourself for breaking me, aren't You.  And i don't seem to be
able to resist.  i tried not to email You after You snubbed me.  But i
can't help myself any more."

"So just get on with it and tell me what torture to inflict on myself to
make You happy."

"Nothing left but to obey."

"faye, broken and crying."

Marie's reply was cold and unfeeling.

"I suspect you know what I would like you to do. Violate your anus for me.
Push that handle deep inside and work it around.  Slowly pull it out and
then put it in your mouth.  Suck it clean.  Then finger yourself there.
Push you middle finger all the way in; try and put your index finger in at
the same time.  Stretch your sphincter for me.  Make it hurt a little.
Then take your fingers out and sniff them.  Smear the residue on your lips
and write to me with that taste lingering.  Lick your lips clean while you
write.  It makes me wet thinking about it."

 "Do you like to do this for me? To abase yourself like this?"

"Put a mirror on the floor.  Crouch naked over it and spread your cheeks.
Look at your anus and your cunt.  Are you wet.  Finger yourself.  Both
holes.  Describe it to me.  In extreme detail.  Masturbate.  Make yourself
cum.  Do it as soon as possible.  Tell me everything. Tell me that you want
more like this."

"Your soaking mistress Marie."

Now, every shred of my self-esteem and pride was gone.  Marie had broken me
totally.  I was nothing but her sick toy.

"Marie my Domme,"

"i have recovered enough to continue with the torment You so love to give
me.  i have a hand mirror and i put it on the carpet near my computer.  i
squatted over it and spread the cheeks of my butt as You said.  But i
couldn't get much of a look at myself because of the angle at which i was
standing.  So i went into my bedroom and pulled my tall dresser mirror over
to the bed.  I lay on my bed with my feet pointed toward the mirror and
spread my legs as wide as possible.  I could see my puss with its little
"landing strip" of pubic hair quite well in the mirror, but not my rose.
So i turned over and got on my knees with my butt toward the mirror.  i
reached behind me and spread my butt cheeks, then looked back along my
breasts and could see the little pucker very well."

"All that exertion did nothing to get me wet until i thought about how You
were so interested in my rose.  How silly and humiliated i must look with
my butt stuck up in the air and my forehead pushed against the covers so i
could see my rose As You commanded, i used my right thumb to press inside
my puss and my index finger pressed against my bottom hole.  So ridiculous
and humiliating i looked to myself and felt.  That's the way You wanted me
to be, so that's the way i was."

"My thumb went inside me easily enough, but not very deep.  My index finger
pressed against my rose, but the sphincter closed tight and i couldn't push
in.  So i took my hand away, crawled to the edge of the bed, picked up my
hairbrush from the bedside table and pushed the handle inside my anus.
Surprisingly enough, the handle went in easily up to the brush.  So there i
was, kneeling on my bed with my butt in the air and the brush part sticking
out of my bottom.  i could feel the handle inside me, and it was very
comforting, for some reason.  Perhaps i'm getting used to it.  My fingers
were now free to play with my pussy and i imagined you sitting in a chair
beside the bed saying all sorts of horrible, humiliating things to me and
telling me to wiggle my butt like a good little sick slut.  My pussy lips
got moist doing all this, but i still couldn't bring myself to climax.  i
tried and tried, thinking all sorts of disgusting things You would make me
do while you laughed at me and called me your slutty little tramp.  But no
cumming for me."

"After about fifteen minutes of this, my legs began to hurt and i just
stopped.  i pulled the handle out of my butt, licked it all over like the
obedient little slut i have become, put it back on the night table, and
wandered into my computer room to write this to You.  And no, i don't want
any more of this.  It is disgusting and i get little sexual pleasure from
it.  i know You like me doing it, so i will if You say so, but it doesn't
do anything for me sexually.  i don't know whether that matters to You or
not so long as You get Your way with me.  How can You say You love me and
still treat me this way?"

"faye going to bed."

I had reached what I thought was the bottom of the well.  Marie had other
ideas.  Her syrupy commands drew me closer to the end.

"If you would be my good girl again.  If you would give yourself to me
again.  Dear sweet Faye.'

I capitulated once again, of course.  I wanted her love with all my heart.
Hadn't I deserved some affection from her after all I had done to prove how
much she meant to me?

"Marie,"

"Am i your dear sweet faye?  i did everything You told me to, even though
it did little but disgust me and make me wonder whether You really cared
for me.  My breasts still ache from my slapping them with the spatula, and
i guess i'm moist thinking of what else You might have in store by way of
pain.  i could be a good pain slut for You, i know i could.  Perhaps that
would make You happy and i wouldn't have to do all those sick things with
my rose."

"faye"

Marie was silent.  She refused to email me. She knew that panicked me
completely.  I tried again.

"Marie,"

"What did I write You that made You abandon me? What did I do wrong? I did
everything You said to do last night. Everything. Even though it disgusted
and humiliated, and hurt me, I did it to make You happy. Nothing from You
this morning. Your silence is so painful to me. You know that, and still
You do it to me. Please say something to me to let me know You are still
there. I'm such a fool to let You use me this way. Such a slutty little
fool."

"Please, please respond."

Still nothing.

"Marie,"

"i now know what YOU want most is to torture me. That's what all your
emails say.  i'll let YOU torture me because i've fallen for YOU, and i
don't see any other course of action for me. But i wish YOU loved me just a
little and wanted to do more with me than just hurt me."

`faye"

Still nothing.

"Marie,"

"Still no word from You. I'm at work dizzy from not hearing from
You. Perhaps if I told You what I would love to do. For You ,I might get
You excited enough to email me. I'm completely naked crouching on the floor
of my bedroom. You sit imperiously on my bed, holding the end of my pretty
pink leash attached to my pretty pink dog collar. You pull me toward You as
You open Your legs inviting me between your thighs. You pull me tight
against your puss, grab my hair, and turn my face up to look up at You wide
eyed and adoring. You spit in my face and smile as my tongue darts out to
catch what I can. You push my head back down and I begin licking what You
put before me. I lick and lick and I taste your flow. You laugh when it
becomes apparent to me that you are on your period. You hold my head fast
between your thighs and your finger nails dig into my scalp. I can't move
away, so I just keep on licking the ferrous taste of You. I am disgusted
and enraptured all at the same time. I can barely hear Your little moans of
pleasure at what I'm doing, and I feel myself getting wet knowing how
devoted to You I have become. You finally orgasm, and my mouth is flooded
with your flow. "Swallow Me, slut is all You say, and I do my best. You
hold my face so tightly against You as You rub your spasming pus up and
down on my face till I'm covered with your scent. Then You calmly begin
peeing and I form my thirsty lips into a kiss and gurgle happily as I drink
You all up."

"But You still have more for me to do to get You ready for sleep. You raise
up enough for me to turn around so my face is directly beneath your lovely
bottom. You squat over me and I can see Your pucker open slightly, then
more and more. I know what is expected of me and I kiss your rose with
tremulous lips and await what You are preparing to make me consume. I hear
a little contented grunt and I begin to feel the hot invasion of your poo
as it pushes into my waiting mouth. I taste, I move my tongue out of the
way to let more and more into my mouth. I cannot bring myself to chew, but
only swallow what You give me. When You are empty, You raise up off my
face, turn around so You can look into my eyes, order me to lick your
residue off my lips. I pray You will want to kiss me good night, but
instead You spit on my face, slap my cheeks several times, tell me I must
do much better next time, and roll up in my covers. I am left with
humiliating memories and an unrequited hunger to cum and cum."

"But You have ordered me not to masturbate even though it has been almost
two weeks since You allowed me to cum while You took digitals of me
writhing around showing my most intimate parts while two of your subbie
women made degrading remarks about what a disgusting slut I was. And as You
can tell, I am a worthless sluit to be writing all this just to make You
moist."

"Are You wet enough now to write me?"

"Faye"

After sending Marie this email, there was nowhere further down the ladder
for me to go.  I had stepped off the lowest rung. But it seems that Marie,
for whom I had offered everything, sacrificed everything, given everything,
done everything, didn't want me any longer.

 Here is her reply.

"Almost dear girl."

"You offer so much, then you complain so much."

"I wouldn't suggest such things to you if I didn't get the hint from you in
the first place."

"I am grateful for your sacrifice; I really am.  But I do doubt your
sincerity. I feel you mock me."

"You are capricious.  More even than me."

"I suspect you are not truly subservient. I do not want you to do these
things if they truly offend you. Do not do those dirty things. You don't
like it.  Neither do I. It was just a test."

"I must think about this...."

And that was the last I heard from Marie.  To her, all the sick things I
had done for her were my own idea, not hers.  She hadn't done anything but
watch me and smirk.  I still wasn't subservient enough for her, even after
I had done things that would humiliate me for the rest of my life.

So all I have left now is the hope that some other, strong, domme will read
this little sick confession of mine and decide that it might be erotic and
dirty fun to see how much further into the well she could force me to go.

Please, please


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