The first week of total devotion and submission - homework

The first day after the memorable events in the back room of the bookstore began quite simply. Dan went to school, and Cathrine returned to the bedroom, took off her T-shirt, pulled down her bra and gently sprayed the nipple piercing with antiseptic. Then she rotated it a few times, as recommended, so that the wound would not try to overgrow on it. The pain wasn't much, but it was noticeable. She was already about to put her shirt back on when she heard the sound of a phone call from a drawer. At the sound, she trembled and, embarrassed, felt a pleasant tingling in her pussy.

She reached for the phone and saw a message from an unknown number:

"Go shopping, buy one cucumber at least 20cm long and at least 5cm in diameter, Vaseline and a pack of condoms. Buy everything in one store during one shopping trip. Don't buy anything else. Go home with it. You have until 10:00."

Catherine trembled. She read the message once more, quickly dressed her blouse and went to the car. In order to do this kind of shopping, she had to move a little away from her neighborhood so that no one familiar with her would meet her at the checkout and see what she was buying. She drove a dozen miles and stopped at a small market on the other side of town. She entered the store. She was dressed in a skirt reaching to mid-thigh, stockings with a belt and a see-through blouse through which her bra could be seen. Everything as recommended by its owner.

She looked around the store and went to the vegetable section. There she took a long time choosing the right cucumber. For too long. Then with a quick step she headed to the checkout. At the checkout from the shelf she took a package of condoms and a small package of Vaseline. She put everything on the conveyor belt and, without looking at the clerk, an older man of about 60, she paid for her purchases and, with her cheeks burning with shame, left the store and returned to the car. The familiar wetness coated her pussy and panties and the feeling of shame did not allow her to stop thinking what she would need this cucumber for... She, Catherine Dixon, a steady spouse, mother of two teenagers is owned, is the sex slave of her son's colleague. The thought terrified her, excited her, pleased her. It had been a long time since she had felt so alive, so full of energy. Her marriage was almost devoid of sex. Her "profession" as a wife was devoid of any excitement, elation. It was downright boring and full of domestic duties. But the feeling of being owned by Sean Brady filled her with pride.

She started the engine and started the drive home.

Upon arriving home, she glanced at her watch. It was getting to 10 a.m. She put the groceries on the table and stared at them thoughtfully for a while. The thoughts in her head flashed by at lightning speed and every now and then suggested to her bawdy images with different versions of the use of cucumber, condom and Vaseline... She shook herself off and decided to make herself some coffee to chase away the intrusive thoughts. She brewed a pot of delicious coffee, poured herself a cup and was about to go take a hot bath and relieve herself in the tub when she heard the sound of the telephone. She walked slowly to the table and glanced at the screen. It said: "You have 1 new message."

She slowly took the phone in her hand and read the message:

"Take off your skirt and blouse, stay in your bra and panties. Go to the kitchen, wash the cucumber, put it in a condom, use Vaseline to lubricate your anus and put the cucumber in your ass. Then kneel on the table with your head toward the refrigerator, ass up, head on the table. Send a START message to this number and fondle yourself until a STOP message arrives. You must not, under any circumstances, stop masturbating or have an orgasm."

Cathrine trembled and felt a wave of heat spill from her pussy to the rest of her body. She was what she was: a sex slave. The property of her Master, her Owner. No one else. And now, by His command, she could not have an orgasm. 

Without thinking any longer, Cathrine took off her skirt and blouse and put them back on the chair and took to washing the cucumber. Moving her hand back and forth over the massive cucumber, she felt her pussy pulsing. She quickly put the cucumber in a condom, lubricated her anus with a little Vaseline and, after pushing back her thin thong, tried to put the cucumber in it. However, her anus didn't want to accept such a large intruder, so she inserted one finger first, then a second and a third, and tried to stretch her sphincter a bit. With her other hand, she rubbed her clitoris and finally her ass relaxed enough to try inserting the cucumber. Massaging and teasing her clitoris, she slowly, methodically inserted the cucumber into her ass. There was no physical pleasure in it, she felt the pain in her anus, but at the same time she felt mentally fulfilled because she was doing what her owner expected of her. She didn't know if she should put the whole cucumber in, so when ¾ of the cucumber was inside her and the rest didn't want to move an inch, she gave up. She climbed slowly onto the table, knelt with her head toward the refrigerator and her butt toward the kitchen entrance. She took the phone in her hand and, with trembling fingers, tapped "START" on the phone's keypad and pressed send. She put her head down on the countertop and continued caressing her clit with one hand while exploring the entrance to her vagina with the other. It was so tight that she barely managed to insert one finger. The thong stretched to the limit, holding the cucumber from falling out, the sphincter pulsed, and Cathrine began the slow journey to the peak she was not allowed to reach. A combination of excitement, fondling and anal pain caused her to grind to an unexpected orgasm in just the second minute. It was so unexpected that she didn't even have time to stop fondling herself. She trembled kneeling on the table, clenched her teeth and moaned like a bitch in heat, while three cameras discreetly hidden in the kitchen filmed the amazing spectacle. 

When coming to her senses, Cathrine felt terrible. Physical pleasure could not quell the remorse and the feeling that she could not satisfy her Owner. She couldn't even stop herself from orgasming. What kind of slave was she? Unworthy of such a wonderful Master as Sean Brady. Weeping quietly, she returned from her reclining position to kneel and already continued masturbating without enthusiasm. The excitement disappeared as if by magic, and her wet and quivering pussy only irritated her. However, the constantly caressed clitoris did not heed Cathrine's doubts and slowly began to move toward the peak. Cathrine had never felt anything like this. She didn't want to have an orgasm, she didn't want pleasure, but her body didn't give a damn. Crying and pulling her nose, she didn't stop masturbating according to her master's will and her body headed for another orgasm. She didn't know what to do. She felt betrayed by her own body. She wanted to please the Lord, to follow the command. All she had to do was caress herself. But even reducing the intensity of the caresses changed nothing. Her next orgasm was coming inexorably. The more she tried to stop it, the closer it got. The throbbing pain in her anus became more and more intense, and was increasingly combined with the pleasure coming from her clitoris. She didn't even try to stick a finger in her pussy anymore, lest she increase the physical pleasure. And there came a moment when her mind switched off. Her hand involuntarily sped up its movements on her pleasure button, and her throbbing anus clamped down on the cucumber. The second orgasm came with such force that Cathrine had trouble holding herself up on the table, and her throaty moan could probably be heard throughout the house. This bitch, this piece of wanton meat had come so hard that for a moment she lost all sense of time and place. Not so long ago a stable mother of two, a respected member of the local community was now coming, kneeling on the table with a cucumber sticking out of her ass. And she felt happy and heartbroken. 

It took Catherine about a quarter of an hour to cool down, and she was already about to cry when she heard the phone ring. She struggled to reach for it and read the message. It read "STOP."

Cathrine was relieved to put the phone down when she heard another sound heralding another message. She reached for the phone again and read the message: "How many orgasms have you had?"

With hands trembling with fear, she held the phone and wrote back "2." She hesitated for a moment, but finally sent the message. She stood for a long moment with the phone in her hands, but nothing more happened. No new message came in. Panicked, she tapped "Sorry!!!" on the keyboard. and quickly sent it. Another quarter of an hour of waiting changed nothing. The phone remained deaf.

Panicked, unsure of what awaited her, she put the phone down and looked at her watch. It was getting to three in the afternoon. She didn't realize that it had taken her more than four hours. She was sure it had taken no more than thirty minutes. Not knowing what to do next, she began preparing lunch for Dan. She was afraid to take the cucumber out of her ass, and the pain was becoming unbearable and nothing like the pain Sean had caused her when he first owned her anally. She felt strange wearing stockings, underwear and with a cucumber in her ass, but she didn't know what to do. When the chili con carne for Dan was ready and the rice cooked next to it was waiting for him to return from school Cathrine took her dress and blouse and went to the upstairs bathroom. She also took the phone while looking at it with sadness in her eyes. She undressed, took a quick shower, threw a robe over her clothes and, with tears in her eyes, went toward her bedroom to get dressed. She heard the door opening and Dan's shout coming from downstairs: "Hi, Mom! I'm back!"

With a quick step, she reached the bedroom when she felt the vibration of the phone she had muted moments earlier. She glanced at the screen. Two new messages. She opened the first one and froze in horror. She read it several times and froze in stillness. Her mind worked at increased speed thinking intensely about the answer to the first message, which came from Sean's number read: "I'm disappointed in you Catherine. Do you have anything to tell me?"

Not knowing what to write back, she took a deep breath and read the second message, coming from the same number as this morning's instructions: "You're acting like a bitch and that's how you'll be treated. Expect to be punished."

Tears flew from her eyes. Not from fear of punishment, but from fear of losing her Owner. She had failed Him. She couldn't even stop herself from orgasms, yet she wholeheartedly wants to be his slave. Forever. She will do anything to make Sean happy with her! She went back to the first message and wrote back to her Master: "I'm sorry. I have failed you my Lord. Punish me. I will accept any punishment, just don't leave me. I beg you!" She sent the message and waited. She stood by the dresser because the cucumber sticking out of her ass wouldn't let her sit down, but she didn't do anything about it. Physical pain was the least of her worries. 

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Sean Brady read the message from Cathrine, showed it to Tony and together they clinked glasses. Sean took a sip of Coke, while Tony enjoyed an Irish whiskey. Joan knelt under the table and sucked Tony's cock, while a young girl of about 20 years of Mexican beauty licked Sean's anus. "Such a chair without a seat is a wonderful invention," Sean said to Tony, and they both marked point one on a piece of paper as accomplished. At the top of the sheet was the words "Training Plan C.D."

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Sitting in the kitchen, Dan was eating his lunch and, in accordance with Sean's instructions, did not show or talk to his mother. He had received specific instructions from Sean, and the vision of the reward made him not want to botch anything. Entertainment would come later.

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