[MF] Max turns me into his whore

Note: includes anal, pissing

Had you asked me when I started sleeping with Max where we would be in a year, I would have said that we wouldn’t even be in touch since I was only planning on seeing him once.

Max disagreed- he’d had plans for me as soon as we met.

He, of course, was right.

After our first encounter, I’d gone back, drawn to him by his intelligence, his silver tongue, and his large cock. The fact is, as a size queen, I couldn’t resist such a large cock.

The second time I saw Max was just as good as the first. Again, I didn’t kiss him- it somehow seemed too intimate.

He brought me to an earth shattering orgasm again, fucked my pussy again, then started on my ass.

He fucked me hard and I loved it.

I knew I’d go back.

I kissed him the third time I saw him. I don’t think he knew it but he made my world spin when he kissed me.

That was the first time he started stretching my ass with his hand.

All five fingers stretching me out as he ate my pussy. I came even harder than usual.

In between encounters, I experimented with things like bottles, trying to chase that filled up feeling of having his hand in my ass again.

The next time, 90% of his hand was inside my ass. The pain was exquisite.

That was the day he told me I was to be his anal only whore.

He wrote “whore” on my tits, using my nipples for the “O”s. He wrote “useless” on my now shaven pussy.

He fucked my ass so hard I nearly fell off the bed.

He choked me while fucking me, my hand over his, making him squeeze harder.

He slapped my face while calling me beautiful.

When we weren’t together, we messaged. He drew me in more and more, waxing lyrical about me and my ass. He told me I was amazing, elevated above all women he’d fucked.

He let me know that I was now his, and that he was in charge.

I hadn’t realised that I was a submissive before I met Max.

His control over me made me question my feelings. I didn’t know if what I felt for him was real or normal or completely fucked up.

One day, we began to talk about desires. I was still exploring this side of my sexuality but Max was very vocal.

He wanted me to drink my own piss.

I put my foot down.

No way was I doing that. Way too far for me.

And yet…

I found myself thinking about it.

All I craved was Max’s adoration. Our connection was undeniable but I wanted more.

I wanted Max to be obsessed with me.

To be thinking of me when he should be working. To be wishing he was with me instead of whichever other bimbo he’d fucked when I was unavailable to him. To be checking his phone for messages from me as much as I did.

I don’t remember how it came about but one day, before going to see him, I drank 3 litres of water.

It diluted the piss but also made it unavoidable. There was no way I’d be able to not piss while with him.

I told him this and he was as excited as a puppy.

The piss was gross. Max eased me into it- dipping his fingers into the glass and making me suck them.

We graduated to him putting it in my mouth before fucking my throat.

And eventually, drinking some.

When I did, his kisses were more passionate, his desire for me was stronger. He fucked me harder.

I gained more of his adoration. Thoughts and memories of me drinking my own piss plagued him as he tried to concentrate on work.

As for me, I’m still confused about what I feel.

There are days where I want to end it and walk away but the fact is that I’m addicted to him and how he makes me feel.

It’s rare to meet someone on a similar intellectual level, and that aspect is a massive turn on for me.

He’s made me his piss drinking anal only whore and I’m conflicted.

I don’t like the piss but I like his reaction when I drink it.

To quote Cheap Trick, I want him to want me. I need him to need me.

So, he gets what he wants, and I get the adoration.

I want more of it though. I want him to crave me every moment. In every way.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kplqxb/mf_max_turns_me_into_his_whore