The Beginning...
It began with a simple message from her “Hi, like your profile..”…mmm a bored married housewife…she didn’t know then what that brief innocent message would lead her into…
Me….“Thanks…I can be a bit filthy and depraved though…!”
Her, getting a little more flirty…”Oooh I’d love to hear what you do with me then!”
What the hell, I thought “Better than tell you, I can show you slut…?”
A few more messages exchanged and a hotel meet had been arranged in 10 days…but her kinky and degrading ordeal began immediately, with the following instructions…:
“You will not orgasm from now slut…10 days of denial until we meet”
“ You will edge your sopping wet cunt three times every day; once in the morning in front of your bedroom window, once, stripped naked in the toilet at work and once in the kitchen at home while your hubby is watching telly”
By day 3, she was messaging me begging to cum.. promising all manner of filthy acts she would perform if I gave permission…ha ha…she’d be doing all those anyway, but permission was never given. On day 6, I teased her horribly…”Ok slut, film yourself cleaning the toilet at work with your tongue and send it to me..if I think you’ve performed well, you may cum”. Well, the filthy whore licked clean every inch of the rim, bowl, seat and floor and even fucked herself with the toilet brush handle to impress me…my response “Good effort slut, but not good enough; permission denied”
I also told her to wear the same pair of panties for that entire 10 days and send me a pic of them every morning…good god, they were a state, they must have been stinking horribly by the 5th day…!
Then came the day of the meet “Dress in simple business attire slut; push a plug into your arse and wear your special panties. When we meet in the bar, you will look every inch the professional to onlookers; only you and I will know your arsehole is filled and you’re wearing filthy cum, piss and arse stained knickers underneath.” And there was more… “As you travel I want you to send three upskirt pics with skirt raised and legs spread; one in the taxi, one on the street, and one stood at a sink in the ladies toilet”
I was sat at the bar as I saw you walk in, trying to look as presentable as possible, but the plug causing a very slight waddle to your walk and cheeks flushed red; as you stood in front of me I looked deep into your eyes, beyond your eyes even and into that dark and filthy mind of yours and said nothing. Then, pleasantly; “Let’s go sit down”
“ Would you like a drink”
I left you sat at the table and walked to the bar; at first you didn’t notice, but then you saw my phone on the table; on the large screen was a picture of you, in the back of a taxi, skirt around your waist, legs spread showing dirty stained white panties. As people walked by and couples sat down at adjacent tables you wanted to hide that pic…but you dared not touch my phone, so you left it there…humiliated and embarrassed…praying no-one saw.
I returned with your champagne and nonchalantly closed my phone, looking at you with a wry smile…
There followed chat where I asked you a number of personal and intimate questions; insisting you looked me directly in the eyes when you answered…
“ How often do you masturbate”
“Describe your hubby’s cock”
“Tell me about a close fiend you would like to fuck”
“How does it make you feel, that in about 30 minutes from now, your ten day old disgusting panties will be in your slutty mouth”
And on it went…
When your glass was nearly empty I stopped abruptly, handed you a soft rubbery item and said “Take this large condom, go to the ladies and fill it with your piss…do not remove your panties..when it’s full, tie a loose knot in the end and bring it back here.
I can only imagine the mess you made trying to catch your piss leaking out through your gusset and trying to catch it all in a small hole…but that was your problem!
As you returned to the table, I could see small drops of what I assumed to be piss, dripping down the inside of your thighs…”Good slut, well, top up your drink then!”
“Up to you slut, you can spend another 30 minutes sat here smelling of piss, or you can chug down that drink and get going?”
Insisting again that you maintain direct eye contact with me, and with a look of disgust on your face, your “Champagne” was downed in seconds…
As we entered the elevator alone, the tone changed..
“Panties off now bitch!”
As they reached your ankles, I could see the true state of those filthy knickers, the insides were covered in brown and yellow stains, and now sopping wet and covered in your piss. You struggled a little to get them over you heels, but had them in your hand..
“In your mouth slut!”
You somehow managed to force all of them inside your mouth just as the elevator door opened; The corridor looked quite busy, so I reached in and pulled out a little of your panties from your mouth so some of the filthy material was hanging down over your bottom lip..
“Room’s at the end bitch…move!”
Me….“Thanks…I can be a bit filthy and depraved though…!”
Her, getting a little more flirty…”Oooh I’d love to hear what you do with me then!”
What the hell, I thought “Better than tell you, I can show you slut…?”
A few more messages exchanged and a hotel meet had been arranged in 10 days…but her kinky and degrading ordeal began immediately, with the following instructions…:
“You will not orgasm from now slut…10 days of denial until we meet”
“ You will edge your sopping wet cunt three times every day; once in the morning in front of your bedroom window, once, stripped naked in the toilet at work and once in the kitchen at home while your hubby is watching telly”
By day 3, she was messaging me begging to cum.. promising all manner of filthy acts she would perform if I gave permission…ha ha…she’d be doing all those anyway, but permission was never given. On day 6, I teased her horribly…”Ok slut, film yourself cleaning the toilet at work with your tongue and send it to me..if I think you’ve performed well, you may cum”. Well, the filthy whore licked clean every inch of the rim, bowl, seat and floor and even fucked herself with the toilet brush handle to impress me…my response “Good effort slut, but not good enough; permission denied”
I also told her to wear the same pair of panties for that entire 10 days and send me a pic of them every morning…good god, they were a state, they must have been stinking horribly by the 5th day…!
Then came the day of the meet “Dress in simple business attire slut; push a plug into your arse and wear your special panties. When we meet in the bar, you will look every inch the professional to onlookers; only you and I will know your arsehole is filled and you’re wearing filthy cum, piss and arse stained knickers underneath.” And there was more… “As you travel I want you to send three upskirt pics with skirt raised and legs spread; one in the taxi, one on the street, and one stood at a sink in the ladies toilet”
I was sat at the bar as I saw you walk in, trying to look as presentable as possible, but the plug causing a very slight waddle to your walk and cheeks flushed red; as you stood in front of me I looked deep into your eyes, beyond your eyes even and into that dark and filthy mind of yours and said nothing. Then, pleasantly; “Let’s go sit down”
“ Would you like a drink”
I left you sat at the table and walked to the bar; at first you didn’t notice, but then you saw my phone on the table; on the large screen was a picture of you, in the back of a taxi, skirt around your waist, legs spread showing dirty stained white panties. As people walked by and couples sat down at adjacent tables you wanted to hide that pic…but you dared not touch my phone, so you left it there…humiliated and embarrassed…praying no-one saw.
I returned with your champagne and nonchalantly closed my phone, looking at you with a wry smile…
There followed chat where I asked you a number of personal and intimate questions; insisting you looked me directly in the eyes when you answered…
“ How often do you masturbate”
“Describe your hubby’s cock”
“Tell me about a close fiend you would like to fuck”
“How does it make you feel, that in about 30 minutes from now, your ten day old disgusting panties will be in your slutty mouth”
And on it went…
When your glass was nearly empty I stopped abruptly, handed you a soft rubbery item and said “Take this large condom, go to the ladies and fill it with your piss…do not remove your panties..when it’s full, tie a loose knot in the end and bring it back here.
I can only imagine the mess you made trying to catch your piss leaking out through your gusset and trying to catch it all in a small hole…but that was your problem!
As you returned to the table, I could see small drops of what I assumed to be piss, dripping down the inside of your thighs…”Good slut, well, top up your drink then!”
“Up to you slut, you can spend another 30 minutes sat here smelling of piss, or you can chug down that drink and get going?”
Insisting again that you maintain direct eye contact with me, and with a look of disgust on your face, your “Champagne” was downed in seconds…
As we entered the elevator alone, the tone changed..
“Panties off now bitch!”
As they reached your ankles, I could see the true state of those filthy knickers, the insides were covered in brown and yellow stains, and now sopping wet and covered in your piss. You struggled a little to get them over you heels, but had them in your hand..
“In your mouth slut!”
You somehow managed to force all of them inside your mouth just as the elevator door opened; The corridor looked quite busy, so I reached in and pulled out a little of your panties from your mouth so some of the filthy material was hanging down over your bottom lip..
“Room’s at the end bitch…move!”
11 months ago
