Mali scurried from her car and down Freya and Seth’s driveway to their front door… praying that their neighbours wouldn’t spot her. The cold night air and heavy rain doing little to alleviate her discomfort. She badly needed to go to the bathroom, the two pints of water she’d drunk as ordered before leaving had made her bladder uncomfortably full. She desperately wanted to scratch her breasts and pussy too – having to endure a 20 minute drive with bra and knickers stuffed full of her own used hair-waxing strips was not an experience she would recommend.
As she left herself in to their house she glanced nervously at the doorbell camera, knowing full well that she was being watched. Pausing briefly in the hallway she fought the urge to try and quickly use the toilet in their downstairs bathroom and instead opened the door to their warm guestroom. She’d stayed in this room many times before as Freya and Seth’s friend, but while it still looked familiar… the brass bedstead, the oak furniture and the two small leather armchairs… tonight, as their perverted ‘thing’, the room felt very different.
Following the orders Freya had issued to her over the phone Mali stepped out of her shoes and slipped her size 16 trench coat off her rounded shoulders. Folding it up she turned to place it on the desk at the side of the room and her heart started to anxiously race. The top of the desk had been cleared, except for a large, plastic measuring jug, a box of black surgical latex gloves, a sizeable pump application bottle of lube (which she now realised had been used on her in the first session) and a gleaming, large stainless steel speculum.
“God no” she thought to herself, how could Freya do this to her? Like almost every woman she knew, Mali hated her annual smear tests. The routine medical ritual always made her extremely self-conscious – having to lie there, legs bent and knees apart while a nurse crudely applied a dollop of icy-cold gel to the outside of her vagina, inserted a speculum and scraped her cervix. And then it dawned on her, that was exactly why there was a speculum on the desk. Freya, it seemed, knew exactly how to make her feel ruthlessly vulnerable.
Moving back to the end of the bed Mali noticed her hands were shaking as she lifted the eye mask left for her off the bedpost and slipped it over the top of her head, her hair still damp and her plait cold against her back. As she opened her stance and put her hands on the back of her head, Mali heard the door open and Freya and Seth step wordlessly into the room. Her anxiety rose still further as she heard the snap of latex gloves being pulled on.
“The filthy girl seems very eager to follow her orders” Seth chuckled, settling himself into one of the armchairs. “To the very letter” smiled Freya, as she walked over to stand behind Mali. Reaching out she unclipped her former friend’s once white but now unflattering grey bra. Now unsupported, Mali’s heavy breasts sagged onto the top of her stomach, her hard nipples pointing down.
“We’ve got plans for your breasts you know…” whispered Freya into Mali’s left ear, “Seth says we should call them your udders, what do you think filthy girl?” Freya’s breath on her neck was the all the trigger needed to take Mali to the dark place she needed to go… “Udders please mistress, they’re my useless udders.”
“I bet you’re desperate for the toilet too aren’t you?” called Seth. “Yes,” replied Mali. What happened next caught her unawares as Freya slapped her hard between her legs. “Yes, what” demanded Seth. “Yes… master?” implored Mali questioningly. The blow had also had other consequences as Mali realised she’d inadvertently wet herself a little, and felt her face and chest redden with shame. Her accident hadn’t gone unnoticed. “I think our filthy girl is in a little trouble,” stated Freya, “time I think to let her pee.”
Without further warning Freya sharply pulled Mali’s now damp knickers down to her thighs before telling Mali to close her legs enough for them to slide the rest of the way down on their own. Their descent aided by the weight of the soggy fabric and hair-covered waxing strips. “Listen carefully filthy girl,” ordered Freya, “step out of your dirty knickers. Reach forward and hold onto the end of the bed, just like you did in your first session but this time use the rail to help you squat down. You’ll then be allowed to relieve yourself.”
Mali did as she was told, her mortification at the idea of having to go to the toilet in front of her mistress and master overridden by the relief of knowing she was about to be able to empty her painfully full bladder. Her middle-aged, overweight body wasn’t exactly supple but Mali got herself surprisingly quickly into position. As she did so she heard the plastic jug being placed beneath her… at least this time she wouldn’t be forced to urinate on the floor. The need to go was nearing unbearable but Seth took the opportunity to stretch her discomfort yet further.
“She should be punished for wetting herself,” he told Freya, “put her knickers over her head, make her wear them on her face.”
“Really?” asked Freya, Seth’s suggestion conflicting her somewhat, for the hair-lined, pee-soaked old knickers were pretty disgusting. But then she remembered how sexy she found it when Seth used his fingers to make her smell herself when they sometimes had sex.. dipping them into her pussy and smearing them across and into the bottom of her nostrils until all she could smell was sex. Seth’s idea took it to a whole new level, there was no denying it was both gross and somewhat ridiculous but deep inside Freya knew that she was turned-on by her husband’s deviant advice.
Squeezing her legging-clad thighs tight Freya picked up Mali’s knickers and put them over her head, positioning them so the hairy, wet gusset rested against Mali’s nose and mouth. Mali could barely suppress her revulsion and felt a panic starting to rise, her increasingly heavy breathing only making the situation worse as the smelly wet fabric – her own wee – and hair – her own long, wiry pubes – smothered her mouth and nostrils with each sharp intake of breath.
Freya’s well-timed words though calmed her, bringing Mali back to her sense of purpose as the couple’s masochistic plaything, an object to be defiled: “You asked to be degraded and humiliated, filthy girl. Maybe you have be more careful about what you wish for. You are the one who have given yourself over to us to use and abuse as we see fit, not as you see fit. You were the one who insisted on no safe word, who insisted you needed to be broken, both in body and soul. Now, control yourself and we’ll let you piss.”
Her thighs already quivering from being forced to squat and hold the position, Mali struggled to maintain her balance as she started to urinate. The sweet relief of being able to finally go was in itself almost orgasmic, but when coupled with the scenario she found herself in, it again proved too much – her pee spurting out in rhythmical gushes as her pussy spasmed and she breathed hard into the disgusting mask of her own making.
Part Ten to follow soon…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x9tvia/malis_descent_into_depravity_part_nine_fmf_fsub