Assrape

And my ass wasn't left alone to recover the next night, either.

Master's guest had a thick cock. A very thick cock. And he was not to be dissuaded from where he wanted to fuck me with it. I was still sore and could barely handle the feeling of his fingers probing my ass. When he finally managed to force his cock into it, I screamed. And screamed. And it wasn't over fast.

I said to another sub recently, that I hoped to learn to accept heavy use of my asshole more easily. But it doesn't matter, if I do or I don't. Master is showing me, it will be used anyway. It is his.

Filthier than any toilet, and wetter too

Funny how first times are always a surprise. I always knew my first enema would be a big humiliation. I hadn't expected that it would be made of pure hot piss.

Master blindfolded me first, then told me to lie face down. I could feel a towel underneath me, and started to feel anxious - obviously whatever he was doing, it was going to be messy. He pulled my cheeks apart, and I thought how nice it is to feel unashamed while someone looks straight into your ass. Then he began to shove something into it, and the feeling changed. It was big, and unlubed except for the wetness he collected from my cunt. I moaned and tried to fight the urge to tense up - if he wanted it in there, it was going in, and I knew it.

He pulled it out and said, "a good effort." A relief to hear.

The second time it went in, it was lubed, but still a struggle. I realised it was a big plug... and remembered when he returned from his last trip interstate. He had done some shopping. There was one item he'd bought that still had not been used. A large black plug, with a tube attached... and at the other end, a funnel...

As he fucked my ass with it, he asked me if I knew what was coming, and I told him my guess. He told me to reach back and hold the plug in place so it wouldn't move, and I heard him stand and remove his jeans....

The sensation was subtle, so that I wasn't even sure it was real at first. It felt as though the rubber toy inside my ass was somehow swelling.... but in a very gentle way.... lazily.... it was only when he let a few warm drops flick onto my back that I was sure it wasn't just my imagination... yes, he was filling my asshole with his piss. A lot of piss.

He laid on top of me and fucked me while I moaned, full and wriggling. He shoved the plug firmly into my mouth, making me taste the sweet lube and my fetid shit. The discomfort was visceral, and the thought of dirtying him, horrifying. He ordered me to come, and I had the most restrained orgasm I could manage, feeling the liquid mix dribbling over my cunt. He withdrew and smeared it into me - there. I was his filthy slut, soiled with piss, cum, and feaces.
(Thank you, Sir.)

I had thought it was over, but the hardest and most humiliating part was just beginning. I stood in the shower and whimpered as I realised what I was about to do. Master stood in the doorway looking bemused as I struggled through my dilemma - I couldn't hold it in for good. But letting it out was unbearable. The horror and humiliation as I released that stinking mess from my body - and with him watching - was awful and inescapable. I covered my face with my hands and groaned with shame, and pain from my overstretched hole. I was a disgrace, and I deserved it.

Yes, Doctor.... (visit 2)

I hadn't thought Master would want me to return, which was naive of me, really. Of course he did. It was an excellent chance to further my humiliation.

This time, I was dressed in another skirt, with knee-high boots and a carefully prepared cleavage presenting itself. I had to look like an invitation. Master had been sure to take the time to give me a short fuck that morning, but not to let me come. He wanted me to be wet and open enough for my scent to travel and be noticed. I could barely sit still from nerves and slippery arousal.

It took a little longer for my name to be called this time. I sat opposite the doctor expectantly, as he asked again "What can I do for you?"

"Um.. last week you told me, if I wanted the results of the test, to come back this week... I had a pap smear..."

Recognition hit his face and he turned away towards his computer while my face went red. This was not going to be easy, but Master had made very sure I knew my script. There was a recorder in my bag silently reminding me that I had no choice to abandon my task - Master would listen to the evidence later.

The doctor explained the results and filled out his paperwork routinely. We were almost done, and I had to speak now...

"Um, may I ask a question?" An easy way to start. And an easy way to make sure I had to continue. There was no backing out now.

The Fantasy....

"Yes?"
"Do many women like it?"
He looked curious. "Like what?"
"Having a pap smear."
He paused and looked me over, judging my sincerity, "Why do you ask?"
"Well, because I do. I like it a lot. I'd do it every week if I could."
He smiled and moved towards me, and suggested "Well, there are many health checks a woman should have on a regular basis."
My pussy twitched, "Oh? What would you reccommend, Doctor?"
He gestured toward the examination table. "Why don't you lie down and we can do something a little more thorough. I don't think we'll need the nurse this time, do you?"


..... The Reality:

"Yes?"
"Do many women like it?"
He frowned. "Like what?"
"Having a pap smear."
He looked horrifed, and snapped, "I should think not!"
My face burned with shame and intense humiliation. This was horrible. And fuck, I was wet.
The doctor took a breath. "Is that a problem?" he asked.
"Um, no. It's just that...." oh Sir, do I really have to...?
"Yes?"
"Well, I do. I would do it every week if I could." There. It was done.
"Well." He seemed disgusted and clearly did not approve. "Most find it embarassing."

I was dismissed. I had completed the most humiliating task Sir has set for me so far. I hated it. And yet, according to my soaking thighs, I loved it, too.

I hoped never to show my face there again. And I know, that doesn't matter. As Master said, there are plenty of doctors in this city. Its only a matter of time before I'm due to see another one.

Yes, Doctor.... (visit 1)

I sat in the surgery waiting room wearing a skirt, a fitted top, and a nervous smile. When I squeezed my thighs together I could feel the dampness between them, building up in anticipation of my time in the doctor's office. Anxiety and excitement made my breathing heavy. I was ready and eager, to show myself a slut and make my Master pleased.

My name was called quickly, and I followed the doctor inside to his private room. I was quickly becoming more and more excited. He asked "What can I do for you?" I took a deep breath. I hoped my voice didn't sound too shy as I asked for a pap test. The doctor smiled back, and said, "I'll just go and get the nurse."

It really is a pity so many doctors are so cautious these days.

The nurse was a nasty-looking woman, late fifties, with a grim manner. She invited me behind the curtain to the examination table and told me to take off my skirt, "and your knickers..." she began, but then stopped as she realised I had none. I climbed onto the table perhaps too eagerly, and she frowned while she told me to lie with my knees up and my feet close to my body. She placed an arbitrary cotton sheet over my lower half, and parted the curtain to tell the doctor I was ready.

Here was the part I was waiting for. I was sure my wetness must be flowing onto the table by now, as the doctor walked over, pulling on the latex gloves. He stood behind me for a moment, and I turned my head but couldn't see, until he walked back towards my feet, plastic speculum in hand. I could see the lubricant smeared on it and smiled, thinking, that was unnecessary, but would no doubt feel good.

He lifted the sheet and gently pushed my knees apart, instructing, "as wide as you can." There was no problem there. I spread my knees and showed him my open cunt. I could almost feel him looking at it. I was soaked - and there was no question he could see that and smell it. I wondered if he was noting my yawning lips and swollen clit, clear evidence of my arousal. Without speaking, my body was saying to him, I am a slut, and I love to be exposed.

The nurse was not watching. I tightened my muscles and prepared for my task. Master had been very clear: you are going to come, he'd said, and I want there to be no doubt at all in the doctor's mind.

He didn't touch me, just pushed the slippery plastic smoothly into my open hole. Oh, yes... my muscles clamped around it, my hips shifted, and as I let go, my body shook. I exhaled and let out a soft moan, my hips twitching, begging for more touching that would not come. I panted and flexed, slowing down as my orgasm completed. There. I watched his face. He had paused, but did not look up. The nurse still faced away.

Flushed, I laid there while the doctor warned, "No moving now," and finished what he had thought he was there to do. He collected the sample and cleaned up quickly and professionally, and I stayed still, feeling unfinished and ignored. I wondered, was I too quiet? No, surely that was quite clear. The nurse passed me a towel and left me to get dressed.

Sitting in front of the doctor again, I felt myself blushing, wondering if I would be questioned, feeling like a naughty child waiting to be chastised. Instead, he was all business as he asked, "Is that all you were wanting today?"

Um. "Yes, thank you."

"Ok. Take this through to the pathology desk on your way out." He looked at me again, and added, "If you actually wanted the results, you can come back next week."

If I wanted them. He was aware that wasn't my main concern. I left feeling both happy and horribly ashamed. I could tell Sir I had completed my homework task.