Mel and the Sadist

 

Mel and the Sadist – Part 2

 

 

 

 

I didn't fuck her ass for about a week after that first time. I wanted to give her a little time to soak it up. She told me that the whole ordeal made feel ashamed. She told me a lot of other bullshit too. I didn't care. But I did want to work it a bit. So, rather than just jump right back I worked it, telling her there was no shame in what we did, while encouraging her to feel shame in subtle ways.

 

When I did finally fuck her ass again it was very similar to the first time. She protested and complained. But, in the end – that’s a pun - she still took it up her ass like I knew she would.

 

Pretty soon, I was fucking her ass every night, despite her protests. And, disgusted as she was by eating cum from her ass the first time, she never failed to eat it when offered.

 

One of the most surprising twists in our “relationship” was her lack of fire when I would fuck her ass and then her mouth, alternating back and forth. In fact, there was not even a tiny bit of protest when I began having her clean my cock after cumming in her ass.  That was a bit of a disappointment. Still, I had a little thrill knowing she hated doing it.

 

I am not certain how long we were in this little routine but it was for a few months, at least. She never liked getting ass fucked or eating cum, whether it was fresh from my cock or fresh from her ass. Still, there was never any more protest than a groan of disdain.

 

Something that I found interesting was that she could never cum from sex. It didn't matter how long I took or what I did, she couldn't cum vaginally or anally. In fact, she told me, at some point, that she never liked how sex felt and that it always caused her discomfort. The only way she had ever cum was through clitoral stimulus with a vibrator.

 

I don't have a vibrator. I never bought her one. Really, her admission of her feelings toward sex only made things more enjoyable for me.

 

Eventually, I decided to try more ways to humiliate her. So, I took her out into my back yard and had her strip. As she was stripping I told her exactly what I was going to do. She protested as heartily as she protested her first ass fucking, even telling me she wouldn’t cooperate. Of course, just like that first ass fuck, she did exactly what she was told.

 

Hands behind her back, mouth agape and tears rolling down her cheeks, she knelt. She was still protesting as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. A moment later found her choking on a bright yellow stream of piss. She turned away, coughing and sputtering, disgusted at her current state. Then she screamed at me for what I was doing. Sympathy not being a part of my vocabulary, I told her to get back into position and open her mouth. I almost chuckled when she obeyed.

 

This time she did not turn away. When I stopped the stream and told her to close her mouth and swallow she nodded "No" while closing her mouth.  

 

"Swallow." I commanded her. Again, she nodded her head in negation of my command. Then, of course, the little tramp swallowed. I think it was easier for her after that because she didn’t bother to protest when I told her to ready herself for another swallow. Instead, she looked at me with her big sad eyes and tilted her head back, opening her mouth to receive her beverage. A few more mouthfuls and she had swallowed a bladder full of my piss. When all was said and done she remained on her knees, tears streaming from her eyes as I hosed her off.

 

I didn't bother to comfort her. I didn't really care how she felt. I did praise her a bit, bolstering her feeling of my approval. Somehow, that was enough for Mel. Somehow, that made everything all right for her. She was one fucked up girl and I was going to fuck her up some more.

 

A few weeks after her first piss swallowing she officially moved in with me. She held a rummage sale and sold most of the useless items and stored the rest in my garage. I was a bit surprised that it was so easy getting her to move in with me, considering all that she had been through. But, she needed me. I was the only thing keeping her sane. I almost burst out laughing when she told me so.

 

It was about the fourth week after she began living with me that I had her quit her job. That was the last anyone ever saw of her. At least, it was the last time anyone of her old friends and acquaintances ever saw of her.

 

As soon as she got home from her final day at work I locked a stainless steel collar on her neck, adorning her extremities with similar steel encasings.  The only clothing she was allowed to wear at home, from that day forward, was some red stiletto heels. Those were a requirement.

 

She learned very quickly how handy it was to have her in permanent restraints. The first night in her cuffs I bound her to my bed. Her wrists were locked to my headboard and so were her ankles. She received her first beating, followed by a good hard ass fucking. She cried had that night but I never let up, nor did I have mercy on her. When I came, pushing my cock into her mouth, I commanded she hold the viscous liquid in her mouth. An hour later she was allowed to swallow it down.

 

A month or so into living together she asked if she could have a serious talk with me. Of course, I agreed. During this talk she explained how she really did not like being fucked or giving blowjobs but that she understood that it was a necessary part of any relationship. She said she didn't much care for the bondage either but that she could endure it fairly easily. Also, she told me that she detested getting ass fucked and swallowing my piss. Then she had the audacity to ask me to please not fuck her ass or make her swallow piss anymore.

 

I told her that I understood. And I told her that I sympathized with her. Basically, I told her all of the bullshit that she needed to hear from me. Then I told her that I needed everything that I was doing to her and more. I told her I was likely to put her through worse ordeals.

 

Finally, I dropped the anchor on her head when I told her that I understood that she was leaving me and that I didn't blame her. We could remain friends if she wanted to do so and I would never have any bad feelings for her.

 

I would have gagged at the things I was saying, had I meant any one of them. But, I am a manipulator and cared only to have my own interests and lust satisfied.

 

As I predicted, she did not want to break up with me and she loved me and needed me and blah, blah, blah. Basically, I now had free reign to abuse her in any way I wanted because she understood that I had "unusual" needs.

 

Besides, she told me how she knew that I needed and loved her and I was only taking out my aggressions on her as a result of some “deeply repressed emotions”. It was like I was writing her lines for her.

 

The next weekend she spent sucking my cock and swallowing cum and piss. The only time when her mouth was not on my cock was when she was using the bathroom or getting something for me. As for me, I hardly moved that weekend. It’s nice not to have to leave the couch to piss.

 

As the months went by we settled into a nice routine. I would go to work every day and she would clean the house. When I arrived at home she was expected to be kneeling by the door with her hands behind her. As soon as I sat on the couch she was expected to unzip my fly and service me. After that she would fix us dinner and we would talk for a while – she always wanted to talk. The rest of the evening was up in the air, as were the weekends.

 

Some time after we had settled into our routine I had an idea hit me. So, I sallied out into my garage and began designing a model for a new toy that Mel would hate. When I finally had the design laid out I put my sweat to it. Soon, I had a full working model that was ready to install in my house.

 

I am sure that she was curious about what I was doing, pulling up some carpet near a wall and then drilling holes in the floor beneath. I never told her what I was doing, she would find out soon enough. Once my preparations were finished I began installing my newest creation.

 

I bolted the round base to the floor. Then, I attached the platform to the base. It was round and about 2 feet in diameter and had a short rod jutting out of it with a small hand crank to adjust the rod’s length. Attached to the short rod was another, thicker rod that had a small banana shaped seat at the top. Protruding vertically from the “seat” was a short threaded post. To this I attached a six-inch phallus. I can’t tell you the diameter but I can tell you that the bottom three inches of the phallus was as big around as a Coke can. The top four inches as big around as a half dollar, tapering into the larger section.

 

Once I had the device assembled I told Mel to step up on to its base. Slowly and rather mournfully she approached, asking me for mercy after she realized what it was for. Once she was up on the base I backed her to the phallus that jutted from the tiny seat and began turning the crank at the bottom of the post.

 

Soon, the phallus was inside her ass with the thickest part just beginning to force entry. She squirmed and begged me not to make her take the thick part in her ass. For a change, I was merciful. I told her that she did not have to take the thickest part up her ass but that she would have to endure standing here for the next hour or so.

 

I don’t think I have to say that she was a bit relieved. The phallus, at its thickest point, was rather large and likely to cause her a bit of pain. Too bad her relief was so short lived.

 

I stood back for a moment and admired how she looked standing on this “display stand”, as I quickly named it. She was quite lovely standing with her legs slightly apart, a long rod pushing up from her feet and disappearing into her ass.

 

Of course, I was not satisfied and had no intentions of leaving her like this. It was too easy. So, I had her lift her left foot so I could remove her red stiletto. After releasing that foot I performed the same task with the other foot. That was when she discovered that, in order to keep the thick portion of the phallus from entering her ass, she had to remain on her toes.

 

One of the things that I liked most about my little invention was that it was a relatively safe little gadget. It was also not an easy thing to escape from, even with free arms. The phallus extended far enough into her ass to keep her from being able to jump from it. The tiny seat would keep her from sliding down too far, thus preventing injury. Finally, while the seat was big enough to keep her from injuring herself, it was too small to aid in her escape.

 

After only fifteen minutes of standing on her toes she was sweating profusely. It was clear that her calves were burning and that she would soon give out. Still, she fought the inevitable, detesting what was already filling her ass while fearing what would be in her ass.

 

After only thirty minutes she was flat footed and fully impaled on the thickest part of the phallus. She stood crying, begging me to take her down. I only smiled as I sat on the couch and flipped on the TV.

 

After about three hours, I took her down. She collapsed into my arms the moment she was free. From there, I carried her into the bathroom and showered with her.

 

Once clean I took her to bed, locked her hands together and to the headboard for the night. Then, I rolled her to her belly and fucked her sore ass, rolling her over to cum in her mouth. She uttered not a word and put up no fight, only moaning a bit when I fucked her.

 

She has since gotten used to the stand. It is a daily ordeal for her. From time to time I enlarge the size of the phallus. She is well capable of taking in a phallus the size of large beer bottle. She still doesn’t like it, but she does it for me “because she knows I need her”.

 

I guess the human mind can rationalize anything.