Stacy's Bet - Part 4 - The interrogation continues - water sports, humiliation, bondage, interogation - xposted | 2016

This is part 4 of a story about Stacy and how she pissed me off the the intent of getting me to be extra cruel to her and pushed me farther than she meant to.

This part contains water sports, threats of brown showers, an enema, interrogation and humiliation.

For the first parts of the story: http://www.reddit.com/r/ReaderAnonErotica/

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Part 4 – The interrogation continues

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Stacy was tied, face down, in the tub. Our combine urine was pooled under her head, almost to her mouth, my semen was smeared on her face and I was holding a giant threat over her head.

I had given her an enema and then plugged her ass. If she didn't answer my questions truthfully, I would pull the plug and let her shit all over herself.

However, this was turning her on more than she expected and it helped that I had placed the vibrating eggs in her pussy and against her clit. It helped that I had forced her to down 3 beers and a shot less than an hour before.

“So,” I said, after I had finished wiping my cum on her, “We have established that your an annoying little slut who can't just ask for something.”

“Fuck you,” she said. Her eyes were scrunched closed, the lower one was probably under the level of the urine.

“And that I've taken this beyond where you wanted,” I continued, “but despite the fact that your face down in piss, a little drunk, your still getting off on it all like some sort of sex freak.”

“Fuck you,” she said and I gave the butt plug a gentle tug.

“Careful sweety,” I said trying to keep a level threatening voice. “So lets see, what else do I want to know.” I thought for a bit. “So what else are you keeping from me that you want to try. What are you going to try to surprise me with.”

The thing about Stacy was that she enjoyed being conquered. She wanted to fight, be beaten and then willingly serve. She had fought. She was beaten and now despite my taking this to places she didn't want to go, she followed the rules.

“Well,” she said and flexed her bonds. “This might be more fun to try in the future, just without the piss and shit part, an interrogation scene. I was thinking,” she paused, reluctant but playing the part, “about stealing your car keys or wallet and hiding it and making you beat and fuck it out of me.”

I rolled my eyes, not that she could see it. Knowing her she would have picked a time when I was getting ready for work or something.

“Uh huh,” I said. “What else have you got going on that I don't know about. Anything like tonight?”

“Could you drain the piss a bit first,” she asked, “I need to go again, the pressure from the enema is making it really hard to not pee.”

“How close are you to orgasm?” I asked.

She moved in the bonds a bit, a shrug I guess and said, “I'm turned on and horny and they feel good, but the bladder and the smell are really distracting.”

I nodded, again not that she could see, “Too bad, answer the question.”

She made an annoyed sound, half grunt half gasp of exasperation. “Fine dick,” she said, “I've been wanting to have another threesome.” We had had a few over the years, most recently a very awkward one with my friend Leslie, it had been fun but by the end of it both girls refused to do more than speak pleasantly with each other ever again.

“That's not news,” I said, “I want that as well, we talked about it the other day.”

“Well yeah,” she said, “but I know you and how you will be careful with a new girl. There is a girl I know that I'm trying to talk into it. She's a huge masochist and sub, she's mostly straight but we've been talking and flirting a bit. I want to be a dom with her with you, like we did with Mel I guess, really mess with her, disgusting stuff and really hurt her. I know you won't be hard with her. So the plan would be for her to mess with you all night and rile you up.”

I was both pleased and angry. She was planning a threesome, a bdsm threesome, for me . . . but was trying to do so in a way that would piss me off.

“Ok,” I said, “Lets put that one on the back burner for now. Any other little plans.”

“No,” she said. I tapped the butt plug. “No, really, I promise, no other plans.”

“Ok then,” I said relaxing. “What about hidden fetishes. What haven't you shared with me yet.”

“Oh shit,” she said.

“Eww,” I said and tapped the plug, “I hope you don't mean . . .”

“Fuck no,” she said, “just I was hoping you wouldn't ask that. My feet. I really want you to suck my toes.”

I frowned. Not a foot fetishist. I looked at her feet. Toes weren't gross if clean I guess. I said as much and asked, “Why hide that?”

Her voice was a little lower now, “because I want to be . . . . I dunno, like rewarded or something. Like as a treat or a prize.”

“Like for being a good slave,” I asked.

“Fuck you,” she countered. “Please can you just drain the piss now, I really need to go.”

I thought about it for a second. “I will drain it if you answer one question honestly, do you ever want to stop these stupid fucking games and just be my slave,” I said. “You can say yes or no and I will believe you. But I bet the answer is yes and that you are a stubborn cunt who would rather piss herself than admit to wanting to submit.”

“I . . .” she started, “n . . . .” she thought and finally I heard the piss starting.

I shook my head and watched it pooling around her face, finally rising to the level of her lips and past it some. I waited for her to finish then turned both of the vibrating eggs to high, from medium.

“Oh fuck,” she said, trying to keep the lowest corner of her mouth closed.

“You are such an annoying little slut,” I said to her. “We both now how much you enjoy this shit. We both know that you are deep down a submissive cunt who wants to serve a master.”

“Shut up,” she said, moaning slightly.

“NO,” I said. “This is who you are. You are a tied up fuck toy. You are meant to be used by a man like me. You are meant to be degraded and humiliated, left in a puddle of your own piss.”

I stopped talking to watch her response. Her body was twitching a bit, as much as the restraints would let her.

“You love this don't you,” I said harshly.

She moaned, “no . . . I like . . . its hot . . . I'm drunk.”

I reached out and touched the butt plug. “If I pulled this, I bet you'd orgasm so hard that you'd black out, to be used like such a fucking slut would get you off.”

“No, please,” she said.

“Your going to cum aren't you, your going to cum while tied up like some sort of prize lieing in filth, in piss,” I said quietly. “Do you understand what that says about you, do you get how right that makes me. Having an orgasm like this, helpless, under my control. That says everything about who you really are.”

“Shut up, shut up,” she said through moans. “Turn them off.”

“I don't hear a safe word,” I said, “Which is part of how I know its true. If you weren't truly a sub of incredible levels of servitude in you, there is no way you would put up with this, let alone get off on it. Because, we both know that its not the piss that turning you on, its the situation you are in. It's how much control I have over you. You are a slave. You are my slave.”

“No,” she nearly screamed, and then spit as some of the urine got into her mouth. “I'm not a slave, I'm a strong fucking bitch and when you untie me I am going to kick your ass.”

“Strong doesn't mean you aren't a submissive slut,” I said and turned the vibes back to medium. “Plus, we saw what happened when you tried to fight me off earlier, what always happens, I eventually when, take control of you, use your body and leave you quivering and exhausted like a whore.”

Her body was thrumming, orgasm was eminent. She said, “Please don't make me cum like this, please.”

“Admit it,” I said. “Admit what you are. I already know it and so do you.”

She was shaking, barely holding off on the orgasm. “And then you'll end this?”

“No,” I said. “I will make you cum, helpless, with both of us knowing the truth, knowing that you admitted it and when you are done we will clean you up.”

She said nothing and I turned the vibrators back on. She moaned and gasped, she thrashed in her bonds and tried to move her hips enough to dislodge the vibrator. I put my hand on her ass and pushed her down onto it.

“You don't have to say anything,” I said. “You can lay there and orgasm in the piss a strong non-submissive woman. Or you can admit it and orgasm as my strong submissive slave.”

I held her down and finally heard it, almost a whisper, “I'm your fucking slave.” and she started to orgasm hard. I put my hand under her face so she wouldn't bang her head in her convulsions.

When she finished, I gave her a few moments to catch her breath.

“Here is my offer,” I said. “For the rest of the summer. Each Tuesday and Saturday, you will be my slave. I have you at my mercy. It is my price for not pulling this plug out of your ass and making you shit yourself. My slave two days a week or the most disgusting bath you have ever had.”

She thought about it. Longer than I expected. Long enough to make me nervous. I REALLY didn't want to pull the plug. Way to gross.

“Fine,” she said, “I agree to be your slave under those terms.”

I undid the bonds. I gave her a quick rinse and then left the bathroom as she voided the enema in the toilet. We took a very long shower after that. Very long. We didn't talk much, cuddled a lot.

“You know,” she said, “I only said that stuff so you wouldn't make me shit myself, it wasn't true. I don't want to be your slave, I am just going to honor the deal.”

I nodded and gave her a reassuring smile, “Sure sweety,” I said, “I know that.”

We cuddled a bit longer and I thought of something. “Of course,” I said, “There is a new rule. No more springing big stuff on me like this. I won't tell you to stop all the small annoying crap, but no more big things.”

She nodded to that and kissed me. “Sorry,” she said.

She lived up to the agreement as well. We were only together that summer for another three weeks. But each Tuesday and Saturday she was my good little slave girl (though NO amount of being a slave got rid of her sassing me).

That night was the first and one of the only times in our relationship that she wanted and needed after care. I was a little harsh with her, but two years later, when we seriously dated, she thanked me for it. It started her on a journey to understanding herself a little better and led her to find a way to be comfortable just submitting to submit . . . occasionally.