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My Roland fantasies

“Baby boy not a day goes by/without my fantasies/I think about you all the time/I see you in my dreams”. Never were truer words spoken.

I fantasise about Roland spanking me and doing other things to me constantly, and I dream occassionally of him spanking me in his house, like I’m replaying the event in my mind. Anyway, because I can’t think of anything else to type, here are my fantasies – except my biggest fantasy, which has to remain secret for the time being. I’m the dominant in that fantasy.

1. Roland picks me up in his car and says we are ging to the studio where he will take pictures of me. Instead, he drives in another direction.I ask him why but he doesn’t answer. “Where are we going?” I ask. He reaches into the glove compartment, pulls out a blindfold and tells me to put it on. I refuse. Roland slows down for a bit, searching for a parking spot. After a few minutes, he parks, pulls out a flick knife and presses it to my neck. “Put on the blindfold,” he orders. I put it round my eyes and try to tie it, but he ties it for me, pulling it tight. Then he drives, though where we are going I have no idea.

Finally he stops, switching off the engine, gets out and helps me out of the car. I feel his hand guiding me to where he wants to go. Finally he removes my blindfold. We’re in the woods – or rather, a patchy bit of wooded area somewhere in Edinburgh. It is a secluded spot.

He makes me get down on my hands and knees and canes me. Then he pulls my jeans down and canes me. It hurts really bad but he won’t stop. He tells me to lean forward, resting on my elbows. I feel like I’m pushing my bottom up, like it wants more. I wish he would stop but he continues, the strokes even harder now. I begin to cry from pain, and the caning stops. Roland sits next to me on the grass and films me crying, a delighted smirk on his fat youthful Roland face. He takes out a small phial from the pocket of his trousers and holds it to my eyes to collect the tears (like the queen – then a rebel slave – did to the previous ruler in my dream, a scene that didn’t make it into Kemet 1). He laughs softly as I whimper and cry.

Then he drags me over his lap and raises a belt; he must’ve taken it off when I wasn’t looking. He thrashes me hard with the belt then puts it back on and uses his hand. It feels like a long time. Roland picks me up and carries me over to a fallen tree, bending me over it with my knees on the grass. He uses the flogger this time, until I’m bawling. Then he forces his large, slightly pudgy thumb up into my bum and it was sore. I squirmed. I couldn’t breathe. I could feel his fingernail deep inside scraping me. I didn’t want this pain. He suddenly withdrew his thumb, and I felt his thing pushing inside me instead, so I wriggled a lot to get away from him, put his hands on my shoulders held me down. I kept wriggling and kicking and then I felt his weight n me so I couldn’t get up, and I cried more until he was finished, which took a long time. Then he jammed a vibrating plug in there and gave me a piece of paper with an address written on it.

“Be there in half an hour, and I’ll take the plug out,” he said. “But if you’re even a minute late, you will be paddled and then I’ll give you an enema.” Then he drove off, leaving me stranded. I read the address and realised I’d never be able to make it in time; I’d need a bus to get there and it probably wouldn’t arrive in time. I didn’t have my bag, phone or any way of getting money out of an ATM, as my bag had been in the car.

I slowly started to walk to the address on the paper, feeling sore with every step. But I’d only been walking about 10 minutes when a horn sounded and I saw Roland’s car parked. I realised he must have deliberately ensured I wouldn’t make it and had no real intention of seeing me try. I got into the car, my bottom stinging as I sat down. Roland was leering at me. He looked intensely happy. He chuckled. “How was your walk? Did you feel sore when you moved? Were you trying to hurry so you wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences?”

“It hurts more now,” I moaned. “And no, I knew you’d set it up so I’d never have any chance. I just didn’t think you’d be waiting, I thought I’d have to walk for ages.”

Roland patted my leg. “No, I’d never make you walk for that long, especially without your handbag. And it would be a waste of time that I could spend humiliating and depraving you.”

“Looks like I’m in for a good night,” he said, as we drove off.

2. I have Roland naked and suspended from a ceiling. Next to me is an open fire and a rack full of torture instruments, some of which are iron and can be heated in the fire. I also have a car battery with four clips attached to it. There are more electric clips on the table, designed to give off a low voltage, but they are no match for the car battery. I also have some toys and body piercing needles. There are suspension hooks in the ceiling and plenty of rope and wire. I can make piercings in him and suspend him by those piercings if I choose. I hit him as hard as I can with the cane and he screams, begging me to stop. I wonder if it is time to stop; I’ve been torturing him for over six hours now.

The camcorder behind me on the shelf is recording everything but I worry the memory stick will soon be full. I bring out another cane from the torture rack. This one has little bits of glass stuck in it. Roland is already bleeding and I’m interested to see what this cane will do. I have been conducting experiments on him in between torturing, and have a detailed report of my findings neatly typed up; I typed it when I collared Roland and put him on a lead; it was an extension leash so he could go to the bathrom and eat the special Roland food I’d made for him out of his dog bowl, which says ‘Roland’ on it.

I hit him with the cane and he howls; it is so hilarious that I burst out laughing and can’t stop. But as I gradually stop laughing, I’m annoyed to see all the blood everywhere. To stop it falling, I lick it off Roland’s skin while he cries. But I can’t lick fast enough. I grab a bowl and collect the blood. There’s too much blood for me to want to drink it; it disgusts me. And the only blood I will drink is male blood, as it flows – not blood separate from the body, in a bowl. But I have to get rid of it or it will grow bacteria and make the room unhygienic. So I decide to make Roland drink it. He doesn’t want to, but that’s totally okay, as I just pour it down his throat.

Then I make piercings in his balls. I have been spanking and whipping for hours and my hand is tired. I grab a Black & Decker drill, plug it in and turn it on. Roland begins to cry which is really pathetic and funny. I change the memory stick. “Oh god, please no, not that, no,” he whines. I shove it in his ass and then I turn it on.

3. Roland fed me laxatives and gave me an enema and said if I could hold it I wouldn’t need to be put in nappies, but I crapped myself so he changed me into a nappy and baby clothes which barely covered me at all. He fed me in a highchair with more laxatives and diuretics and put me in a playpen. Every time I wet or filled the nappy he would spank me hard and change me. Sometimes he gave me an enema. He took lots of photos and videos. Then he put me to bed and read me a baby book.

 

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Jilly: a tale from the village (FF/f)

A short, fun story. Not a great literary piece, just quick and sweet.

Jillian, a redheaded American, was sixteen years old and had just moved into the Village (which comprised one main street, at the end of which were a small zoo and fields, and at the beginning, off to either side were a lot of council houses. Nearly everyone was on the dole.) She had moved with her mom Jennifer (known as Jenny) and her mom’s new boyfriend, Chuck. Jillian was usually called Jilly. Within a few weeks of starting school, Jilly befriended a mischievous girl in her year, 15 year old Nadia, who liked stealing and bullying. Together with their friend Sarah they devised a plan to get Alice (Ally) diapered and spanked even more than she already was. Ally’s dad Bertrand and mother Amanda, as well as her aunt Rayna usually did this to her. She also has a brother, eighteen year old Alex. This is what happened when Jenny found out what Jilly did:

Jilly’s mommy promptly turned her daughter over her knee. She knew more than anyone just how much Jilly needed a few firm swats to her naughty behind, and her brush was just perfect for the job. She was confident that Jilly would be shocked to find out exactly what a good old fashioned bottom warming felt like. This would be a demonstration of a good hard spanking. It would be an education for Jilly’s bottom.
She raised the hairbrush. She brought it crashing down on the middle of Jilly’s upturned butt, and Jilly yelped. It was the first time her daughter’s bottom had been turned over her knee. She raised the brush again and smacked it down on the quivering bum. Jilly screamed. Jenny delivered a series of swats to Jilly’s behind, making sure that the 25 spanks were very firmly applied. Then she lifted up Jilly’s floral print dress and gave the squirming girl another 25 over her pink panties. Jilly was sobbing and crying as Jenny pulled down her panties, revealing a rosy red bottom.
“Mommy!” Jilly wailed. Jenny spanked her daughter very soundly indeed. She was giving her baby a blistered ass because Jilly needed her bottom spanked, and she needed it spanked hard and good. Jenny gave each smack with precision, turning Jilly’s trembling rear end scarlet.
“Oh mommy! Mommy! Please! Stop spanking meeeeee! I’ll never be bad again!” Jilly howled. But Jenny was intent on building a fire in her ass that she wouldn’t soon forget. Jenny was paying special attention to where her daughter sat, because sure as hell Jilly was not going to be sitting down anytime soon. Jenny was gonna roast her rear end for her. She smacked Jilly’s backside as hard as she could, now concentrating again on the centre of her strawberry red butt.
“Please Mommy, I’ll be good! I promise!” sobbed Jilly.
“Oh, you will,” smiled Jenny, as she peppered her daughter’s bumcheeks with firm whacks, “I’m sure you will be good, at least until you can sit.” She gave several short, sharp whacks to Jilly’s seat.

“And the one thing you won’t be doing for a while is sitting.” She sped up the rhythm, thrashing the naughtiness out of the girl’s reddening sit spot, “Not for a long, long while.” Jilly was bawling as the brush made its marks on her swelling bottom. The oval bruises were purple and swollen against the dark red of Jilly’s chastised butt.
“Aaaahhh! Owwwww!” Jilly shrieked, kicking her legs up and down and squirming on her mom’s lap. Jenny held her pinned there tightly, though Jilly was now bucking and screaming, hissing with pain as her mommy soundly punished her naughty butt. Mommy’s hairbrush was whacking her ass so hard, meting out the punishment that Jilly so richly deserved. Finally, Jenny tossed the brush onto the bookshelf and spanked Jilly’s bared bum with her hand. She spanked hard and fast, causing the chastised teen to cry out in pain. When mommy’s handprints were all over Jilly’s ass, Jenny took a slipper to Jilly’s hiney, slapping it hard on her daughter’s hot bum.
“Ally had a slipper to her backside,” she said conversationally. “I wonder what it felt like? Maybe it felt a bit like how you’re feeling now? Or maybe a little more painful, like this? Or perhaps even-” Jenny gave Jilly’s throbbing buns the hardest smack she could manage – “like THIS?”
“AAAAAGHHH!” Jilly screamed, head thrown back as tears coursed down her pretty face. “My butt! Mommy, my butt!”
Jenny slippered Jilly’s hiney till it was red hot, a hot red sun blazing where she used to be able to sit. Eventually, after the slipper had kissed the teenager’s throbbing ass for two more minutes, Jenny stopped slippering her bawling daughter and gave her swollen bottom a gentle hand spanking.

Jenny surveyed Jilly’s fire-engine red butt. She’d spanked her good and proper. This was one girl who knew she’d been spanked. Then she pulled Jilly’s panties up, swatting her a few times on the back of her panties. Finally the dress came down and a few more gentle smacks were given to the humiliated girl. Jilly was hysterical, bawling like a baby, then she just lay exhausted over mommy’s lap. Jenny stroked her hair as she cried. Then Jilly reached back and cupped her sore ass. She had been transformed into a bawling, scarlet-bottomed little girl. Jilly clasped her red bumcheeks and howled. Her little bummy was on fire.

Jilly slowly and painfully stood up, both hands clasping her well-disciplined hiney. She rubbed and rubbed her burning rear, but it still stung. Mommy had turned her ass into a soundly punished seat. She didn’t feel sixteen, she felt like a little girl who had just been spanked over her mommy’s knee. Jilly cried as she massaged her hot buns.
“I’m sorry, mom,” she sobbed, hanging her head. “I promise I won’t get Alice another spanking, not ever.”

Jenny watched her sixteen year old walk to her bedroom rubbing her backside as she went. She smiled to herself as her hot-bottomed teen tried to sit, then leapt up cradling her sit-spots. That night, Jilly slept on her tummy.
The next day her bum was still feeling very stingy and sore. She had to keep rubbing it. Jilly couldn’t sit down and Jenny saw that her rosy ass was a constant reminder to behave. She had obviously learned a painful lesson over her mommy’s knee.
Dressed in loose jeans, with one hand holding her backside, Jilly arrived at Ally’s door. Ally was wearing a diaper and a little kid’s top; her full diaper stunk. Jilly gulped. Her mom had told her to confess and apologise to Ally. And she had to do what mommy said or she’d get another trip over her mom’s knee. “You get over there and apologise!” Jenny had said, whacking her toasted bottom with the ping pong paddle, “You get over there and tell Ally exactly what your plan was and what you and Nadia did to make everyone spank her! And if you don’t then you’ll get a red ass, you will have one sorry paddled butt!”
Ally took Jilly up to her bedroom where Jilly confessed and Ally broke down in tears, wetting her diaper.
“I can’t believe you did this to me Jilly, I thought you were my only friend now that I have to wear nappies and Aunt Rayna changes me and spanks me in public.”Ally just cried and peed herself.

“I’m sorry,” Jilly sobbed, rubbing her warm backside through her jeans. Ally cried and peed and peed and cried, wet at both ends.

“I’m just a little baby who wets her nappy, I don’t deserve to have friends!”
“That’s true,” Jilly smirked, “But have this, it’s sweets, it’ll make you feel better.” They were really laxatives, and soon after Ally swallowed it, poop spurted into her diaper and her mum Amanda came in and as usual she and Jilly changed Ally.

“Jilly,” said Amana sternly, “I overheard everything on the baby monitor and I know those are laxatives, not sweets. Jenny told me that she spanked your bottom for your plan, but now I’m going to spank you for the laxative trick you just pulled. You are a very naughty young lady and you deserve a good long spanking on your bottom RIGHT NOW.” Jilly gulped, hands covering her tingling behind. Amanda picked a brush off the chest of drawers and thwacked the thick, large wooden hairbrush against her palm.

“I already called your mom. She’s coming over right now to give you a spanking in front of everyone. But she thought I should tan your hide before she gets here.” Horrified, the crying teen backed away, holding her ass.

“Please, please no. Mommy paddled my butt.” Amanda grabbed her arm and steered the shaking girl to the bed. Soon Jilly was lying facedown, trembling as Amanda pulled down her jeans and bared her bottom. Both swollen cheeks were bright blotchy red. Amanda raised the brush high as she could and – smack! Jilly howled; she bawled like a baby as her friend’s mom tanned her behind. Squirming and crying, Jilly endured fifteen more spanks until a familiar voice said, “That’s enough, Amanda.” Jilly looked up to see her mom, her mom was looking down at her as if she felt sorry for her. The poor girl rubbed and squeezed her battered butt; the hard spanking had left her bumcheeks very hot indeed. Jenny and Amanda left Jilly to cry for a while and went downstairs. Ally gave her a few spanks with her hand; Jilly was too tired to protest. She just held her ass as Ally spanked it and prayed that her ordeal was over.
Then Jenny came back into the bedroom and led a red-faced Jilly downstairs. Jenny gave Jilly a very public otk spanking in the living room. It wasn’t a hard spanking but it was very humiliating. Everyone – Amanda, Ally, Ally’s dad Bertrand and her  eighteen year old brother Alex, got to see her red ass bouncing around as mom smacked it with her hand. The chastened teen was given corner time for five minutes, fully aware that every pair of eyes was staring at her red punished derriere, and every penis in the room was pointing in her direction. The shamed girl wasn’t allowed to pull up her pants and jeans as Jenny said her goodbyes to Ally’s family. Alex smirked at her while the mums made chitchat. Then Jenny left the house with Jilly walking very shamefacedly behind her, her jeans pulled up to just below her red bottom, her ass lighting up the neighbourhood. It was a great day for the men and boys in the neighbourhood and a lot of them chatted with Jenny for longer than usual, and looked out of their windows. A couple of schoolkids laughed and pointed; several, mostly boys, took photos on their phones. Sadly for Jilly, a couple of her friends, Lynsey and Nadia, saw her naked red ass. They gave her a smack each to make her jump. Still, that was preferable to the boys who groped her tender ass and furry triangle.
Back at home, Jilly was told to lie on her bed with her butt sticking up; a pillow under her hips ensured that her buns were a good red target. She felt very vulnerable and exposed. Jenny came in brandishing the biggest wooden spoon that Jilly had ever clapped eyes on. Surely her mommy wasn’t going to spank her with that? Not her own mommy! Jenny lifted the spoon.

“But mom!” Jilly pleaded, “I’m sorry – I’m really, really sorry- I promise-”
Jenny took aim and hit the red target squarely in the centre, producing a long howl from the hot-bottomed teenager. Jilly’s hand flew back to protect her stinging backside but Jenny caught it, using the heavy spoon to firmly discipline her now bawling daughter. The spoon felt soooo hot on Jilly’s sore bum, and different from the brush. Jilly had been a bad, bad girl and mom was spanking her naked bottom. She felt very sorry for herself, getting several hard spankings in such a short time. Jenny expertly tanned the now-familiar reddening hiney, planting the spoon firmly on the trembling buns. “Waaaaaahhh!” Jilly wailed, “Mommy-!” but Jenny knew exactly what her naughty butt deserved, and she applied the spoon vigorously to Jilly’s sensitive sit spot.

“Owwwww, mom!” the girl groaned, her toasted tail hotly throbbing. However, Jenny wasn’t  quite finished. Jilly was going to really get it on her ass and she would have a well disciplined bottom by the end of the day. Jenny laid the spoon on Jilly’s backside and Jilly thought that her punishment was over. But when Sarah came round, her best friend Jilly was bent over an armchair, getting it on her bare arse with her mom’s white ladle. Sarah took some quality pictures of a bawling, red-faced, red-bottomed Jilly and the white blur whipping her smarting nether cheeks.
Soon after Sarah had gone, Jilly was observed by passersby standing at the window with her scarlet bottom on display, her babyish, pink frock dress pinned up and lacy panties down. The neighbourhood children found this very interesting, but not as entertaining as their teenage siblings did. A few minutes later, Bertrand, Ally, Amanda and Alex enjoyed a fine view from their windows of a naked Jilly being marched into the garden and spanked over her mom’s knee. The fish slice hurt like hell! Jilly broke free after a while and ran yelping round the garden as Jenny swatted her cherry coloured bum with the steel fish slice.

“Yeah, smack her rear end good!” yelled Alex, “teach her a lesson! Spank that caboose!”

Jilly hopped and danced about as the fish slice whacked her tail, completely exposed. Alex felt his cock grow hard and pulled it out of his underwear. He stroked it gently as he watched Jilly’s poppy butt receive a beating. Ally felt a smirk cross her face even as she urinated in excitement; Jilly was standing by the fence, whimpering and crying hard as her mom punished her behind. The hard thwacks sounded sore and Jilly was jumping every time that fish slice kissed her ass. Then Jenny walked back into the house, leaving Jilly standing there with her freshly spanked cheeks on full display. Ally and Alex very much enjoyed the show and the rosy view. Jilly had her hands on her head and was bawling like a baby who’d just been spanked. Ally delighted in seeing Jill get what she deserved.

The humiliated sixteen year old had to stand for fifteen minutes exhibiting her red-hot butt, jenny’s boyfriend Chuck came out of the house and led the crying, red-tailed naked girl to the picnic bench. He turned Jilly over his lap and spanked her with a wooden spoon. Then, to Alex’s delight and Ally’s amazement, Chuck pushed the spoon’s handle up Jilly’s asshole and began fucking the crying teen with the spoon for a full five minutes. Ally relished the sight of Jilly getting publicly screwed up her spanked ass.
Then Jilly was sent back to the fence to stand with hands on her head and a spoon stuck up her scarlet butt. The spoon felt strange nestled in her pucker. This was going to be a very memorable spanking session indeed for Jilly!

 

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The 7 Nights (chapter 2)

I wrote this a year ago, too. It’s my ultimate fantasy!

Chapter 2

Five minutes later, Roland and Chastity were sitting (in Chastity’s case, very uncomfortably) on the black leather sofa watching The Ring movie. It was the Japanese version, and though neither of them could understand the language and so had to read subtitles, the effect on Roland’s 50″ TV was still great, even though it wasn’t a 3D TV or blu-ray disc. Chastity was trembling with terror and shifting about on her sore seat.

“You know, in Scotland we sometimes say ‘I shat masel’ to mean we got a fright,” said Roland, “But do you think someone could really shit their pants if they got a fright?”

“Oh Roland, please don’t swear,” she whispered, eyes locked fearfully onto the screen.

“Just answer the question, Chas, for godsakes.”

She was visibly shaking now as someone else got killed onscreen. “Please don’t take the Lord’s name in vain! It’s blasphemy! And I dunno…maybe.,.my behind stings…”

“Do you think if someone did shit themselves, they should be spanked on their backside?” he was gazing at her intently; she didn’t seem to be paying attention.

“Well? Do you? You got spanked for peeing yourself – should someone get spanked for pooping?”

“Yeah, I guess so. This is really scary, Ro.”

Roland leaned back, a smirk playing around his lips. He deftly threw the remote up and caught it in his open palm. It made a very satisfying smack, like the smack he was going to give the girl’s butt soon. He looked quickly at the door – yes, it was locked. Phase Two of the Seven Nights was well underway. He whistled under his breath, an old tune about a homeland and the faraway hills. Chastity felt an uncomfortable, full feeling in her tummy. She had to poop. She began to fidget as the poo nudged at her trembling turd portal. Roland casually laid an arm across her shoulders and squeezed her gently, platonically, the way her mommy and daddy used to do. Yeah, he’d seen them both a fair few times. They were a good-looking couple, but their daughter – here, cradled in his arm – their daughter was HOT! Chastity’s heart sank; she really wanted to get up and let all her poo come out. She clenched her asshole but the large load kept insistently poking her brown pucker.

“Look at us,” Roland purred, “We’re like an old married couple.” Poor Chastity shuddered as the horror-movie music built to a crescendo. She slipped out from underneath Roland’s arm, with only one goal in mind: the bathroom. And in that instant, Roland realized his ineptitude, his own weakness and the fragility of his plan. But only for an instant. Because Chastity was still in full view of Roland and the TV screen. As she looked at the screen, her mouth opened in a wide O of horror, there was a farting noise and a large Yule log pushed out of her frightened asshole and plopped into her pants. Chastity had lost control again. But it wasn’t pee. It was solid. It was squelchy. It was shit. A brown patch spread over the back of her bulging white skirt and her now chocolate brown pants sagged lower and lower, way below her little skirt. Chastity grabbed the waistline of her pants as they slipped downwards under the weight of her accident as the shit slipped out.

Roland’s member leapt into action and he pitched a huge tent in his jeans. Chastity was filling her knickers right in front of him. The shape and length of the stinky sausage could so easily be seen – he was surprised at how the pants had moulded around the squidgy cucumber. Her knickers had never been so full.

“Well, that obviously scared the shit out of you,” Roland observed. “Out of you and into your panties. You were scared shitless.”

“Ohhh…I think I just pooed…oh no I did, I pooped my pants!” She could smell her accident, it was disgusting and she wrinkled her perfect little nose. Chastity began to cry as her face turned red with embarrassment. “I did a poop, I didn’t mean to, I just got scared!”

Roland smiled, an evil smile. “Oh dear, Chastity got fwightened and made fudge. But only liddle girls poo-poo their knickies. So I guess you need another botty warming.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her over his knee.

“Oh no!” Chastity squealed, “It was an accident, the poop just popped out!”

The doorbell rang. “You’d better answer it,” Roland purred.

“But…my pants are full of poo,” murmured Chastity, hanging her head in shame.

“You should have thought of that before you let out your shit,” he replied smoothly, “You laid that chocolate Easter egg in your briefs, now hop to the door like a good bunny.”

The red-faced, unhappy girl walked upstairs and along the landing to the entrance, holding her loaded frillies up with one hand. When she opened the door, a young, well-built but slim guy was smiling down at her. He had light brown hair, green eyes and dimples; what her mom would have described as All-American good looks. It wasn’t the slightly exotic beauty of Roland’s features; this guy was cute rather than gorgeous, his lips were not full like Roland’s, but he had a more chiseled sort of face. He was wearing a checked shirt and chinos.

“Hi, I’m Ewan,” he said in a slightly posh voice. “My, you’ve completely emptied your bowels!”

Chastity blushed an even deeper red. Then she realized another guy was walking to the door. This one had brilliant flame-coloured hair with shaved sides; the gelled spikes on the small Mohican reminded her of fire. He was wearing a blazer, t-shirt and jeans. He had wonderfully detailed tattoos, four tongue piercings, a lot of ear piercings and stretched earlobes with mahogany plugs. He too was handsome, and taller than Ewan.

“You must be Chastity,” he said, extending a beautifully tattooed hand, “I’m Arthur, but usually I get called Art. ”

He stared at her sagging underwear before a redfaced Chastity mumbled “please, come in,” and the two hotties stalked into the house. Had Chastity not been sexually repressed, she would have drooled over their deliciously rounded bottoms and muscular thighs, Art’s toned abs pressing against his t-shirt and the perfect v-shape of Ewan’s slender body. Roland grinned as he saw them and told Chastity to fetch them all some cokes. A few minutes later she shuffled into the living room, awkwardly serving the drinks while painfully aware that her full pants were on display. She sat down with a loud squelch. “This one wet herself earlier and I had to spank her,” Roland said with a smile. “You’re not allowed to use the bathroom,” he added to her. Chastity wasn’t particularly bothered by this – she didn’t need to go. But as the movie wore on and her fear of it increased, Chastity got a fright and wet her panties. She burst into tears of embarrassment as the boys laughed. Her bowels felt loose and watery and soon the only ring she could think about was her own. Chastity stood up and pressed her hand into her bum. She pinched her poohole tightly shut, but the wave of diarrhea sprayed out of her poo-gate, swamping her panties. Chastity slowly sank into a semi-crouch as brown water spurted down her legs and lumpy faeces fell out her ass. The smelly sludge squirted all over her knickers, making a chocolate lake, and the boys were in hysterics, pointing and laughing as brown goo slopped down her thighs, solid craps slithering out of her twanging poopchute. Chastity whimpered and hung her head, she could feel the shit slipping out of her, the mushiness sticking to her buttcheeks as her bowels released all down her legs. It felt like a poo explosion in her panties. Liquid shit splattered onto the floor. Finally, it was over and a now very messy Chastity looked fearfully at the boys. Art’s jeans were stretching at the seams. Ewan had his phone out and was videoing her pooping accident.

“Well, the liddle girl has diarrheared her panties,” Roland mocked, “I’m going to diaper your sorry ass.”

Chastity gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. “Please Roland no! You can’t be serious! A- a diaper…! I’m not a baby!” Her cheeks were ass-red, she was blushing so much.

“You sure look like a baby,” Ewan sniggered, “Dumping in your pants…pissing yourself…baby clothes all covered in shit…”

“NO! No, I’m NOT a baby, I just had a little poo-poo accident!” Chastity pleaded desperately as her boobs fell out of her cutesy baby top, picturing herself, a big girl, wearing a diaper…it didn’t bear thinking about!! Her poo-flap sharted out a chunk of hot brown chutney with a loud farting noise. Fluid faeces squished into her overloaded panties and some of it trickled down her leg. “I’m NOT! I don’t need to wear a diaper!” the unfortunate girl wailed. She doubled over as diarrhea splashed onto the rug and a steaming load was emptied into her pants; her pants fell down instantly with a loud, heavy splat. Filled with shame, Chastity attempted to cover her wet cunt and shitty asshole with her stained skirt, but it was too short.

A few minutes later, the poor pants-pooper was lying on her back on a baby changing mat which the boys had laid on the floor. Her legs were raised, her hands clasped over her thighs. The boys were cleaning her panty area, as Chastity would have called it, with baby wipes. They were good at it, getting into every nook and cranny to make sure they got her as clean as possible. Roland was being nice to her; he rubbed baby oil all over her bum and crotch so she wouldn’t get a rash. Chastity started feeling tingly all over her lady parts. Then she felt Ro’s finger going a little deeper into her wedding-hole than was proper.

“Oh, dear,” Chastity gasped, “I’m not sure daddy would approve.” Roland’s oily finger was thrusting in and out now, producing a most peculiar feeling.

“It’s okay, honey, I promised your mom and dad that I’d look after you, and I take my responsibilities seriously. I never make promises lightly – it’s not godly, princess.” The finger continued oiling her for a while, and for some reason the friction became more pleasant, then Roland announced, “Okay, that’s that done, I’ll just put a drop more on your little love button.” Chastity found herself purring as oil was massaged into her now throbbing jewel, and this must have stirred up childhood memories of innocent joy, never again to be relived, because soon she was sighing with happiness, forgetting all about the humiliation of the day. This was peace, not breathed from the pages of the holy book but present in the depths of her soul. She began thrusting to meet Ro’s hand; her dear, sweet friend – how lucky that she could share this moment with him! A bliss like electricity rippled through her and she was back to earth, but her spirit still afloat in a sea of calm. Roland was paddling her ass with a ping-pong paddle but after a few swats he stopped and Ewan diapered her, pushing the front over her pussy and doing up the tapes. The diaper enfolded her bottom snugly. Art pulled a pink thong over the diaper and then a pink micro-miniskirt.

 
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Posted by on August 4, 2012 in The 7 Nights

 

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Aside

Before I go on to describe what happened in Roland’s office, I thought it might be good to share this story I wrote in late April 2012, which he has read, and which we talked about briefly in the Tower restaurant and also at the photoshoot. (Because I intend to show the societal and personal backdrop to this deal, -rather than simply boast about my sexual adventures – I will not only post about the sex work itself on this blog. If I’m not lazy I’m going to post stuff about feminism, stigmatisation of lone mothers, lies told by the media and politicians about increasing rates of, and negative consequences of teenage pregnancy – it’s been steadily declining since the late 70’s – representations in psychology, literature, film etc. And probably more stuff about me as well which is unrelated to prostitution.)This story has content of an adult nature, more so than the rest of this blog and **contains humour and/or glorification of police brutality/state violence** It may also be offensive to fans of Ann Widdecombe and /or Rick Santorum. All characters are mine except the obvious real-life people.

The story is here on my other page: https://diaryofavirginwhore.wordpress.com/the-uk-government-torture-act-a-sociopolitical-bdsm-satire-mm-mf-mm-xmm-xff/

or you can just click on the title at the top of this page, if you haven’t alreadydone so and read the story. It’s 16 pages long, so you might want to grab a coffee or something whilst you read it. (I never got the hang of making short stories short.)

“The UK Government Torture Act” A sociopolitical BDSM story

 

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