Overcommunication

Since a long time, Liz was happy and relieved, lying in bed with her now exhausted, handsome partner Eric silently sleeping, a beauty of Venus as a boy. Finally, she had told him her kinky, sexual fantasies, which ended in the most wonderful sex she had with him in a long time.

Eric was such a sweetheart, making her feel safe, providing for her, going to the end of the world and back, but at the same time being so emotionally open and available for her. Life with him was almost perfect. Any other woman would have nothing to complain about especially in bed. Her partner was keen on satisfying her womanly needs, always putting her comfort, sensations, and orgasms first, holding back on himself to only cum with her or shortly after she had gotten exhausted by several pleasure earthquakes. He would only penetrate her when he felt it was needed to get her up or off, still having a strong boner reflecting his genuine affection and lust for her. And finally, he would openly cum with her, complimenting her beauty and wholeness even more.

This time had been different though, and that’s what had made it so great for Liz. Although it was little compared to what she craved, it was a start and the refreshing change had worked wonders for now. He had called her a “cock craving bitch”, proofing again how industrious and creative he would become to satisfy her. Without any foreplay he had carelessly stripped her and thrown onto the bed, coming after on top and forcefully sticking his well-sized cock right into her pussy. The first thrusts had been hard and deep, before he had picked up speed and had hammered her relentlessly until he came, completely ignoring how she felt about it or that she would possibly come. He had gotten her so right now. Of course, she hadn’t come anywhere near cuming, but that’s exactly what had brought her so much satisfaction, having been used, possibly abused for sex, in disregard of her own longings. It was this frustration that she knew for long but now finally felt thriving on.

For weeks, Liz had tried to tease him, hint with subtle sentences in and out of bed. She had dressed in provocatively short skirts, showing her belly and highlighting her rounded breasts, which she knew he loved so much. In bed, she had shifted her wrists under his hands, only to have him eagerly shift his hands and weight off her even more. But now that he had started to understand her needs, Liz already fantasized about what might come next. She might propose to slap her ass, face, tits, spit in her mouth and on her body, painfully fuck her ass, rob her breath with deepthroats, gag her, blind her, bind her, maybe even one day whip her. Oh, she imagined so many forms of bliss now. But for now, she had to hold back and give her lovely Eric some time. She knew, it was very much not him, and at least for now, it was a big jump. She didn’t want to lose her precious partner in life and lover. Also, she knew about the danger of topping him from the bottom. Telling him exactly what to do was a completely turn off. Eric was supposed to do what he liked doing to her, or felt she deserved. In the end, he had to decide her treatment as much as the convicted don’t choose their punishments.

That’s why she had explicitly named a few things she wanted, but more importantly ask him to go through her browser tabs, history, saved BDSM pictures, porn videos, and most of all, comics and stories. She loved kinky stories. Not for the romance, no, for the tough stuff. On the “erotic” story portals she frequented, most of them rather on the dark site of sex if not into specific kinks like self-bondage overall, she could delve into extreme fantasies she would like experiencing herself such as humiliation, being raped or chastity, but especially into those she never wanted to explore for real at all. Among the many examples where blackmail and online exposure, drugging, tough abduction, relentless torture, 24/7 bullying, eating scat, giving up all rights and privileges known as total power exchange, non-consensual slavery, sex with dogs or horses, permanent body-modification like decorated everywhere with degrading tattoos, piercings to pull her by her tits, nose, or pussy, being disfigured on purpose, permanent chastity or complete neutering, or even being killed for the arousal of others known as snuff. The stories aroused her for sure, but reality was a different cookie, and some of these actions where just way too harsh with severe consequences even Liz would never consider. As comics and stories though, it gave her that sweet tingle and the courage to possibly treat herself with some abuse like locking herself into her chastity belt. If the woman in the story got her uterus, clit, and clitoris completely removed, Liz herself certainly didn’t deserve to touch herself or even cum … for now, a few hours, or a meager day. And besides the thrill and arousal going through with it, the pleasure in the aftermath was accordingly greater. Until now that she had told Eric, it was impossible to keep her steel underwear a secret for longer. That was one more reason she was so relieved about having told him. Liz now felt she could become much more herself.

Weeks went by with Liz being much happier overall, even though Eric was in a little crisis in bed. He hadn’t come to terms with Liz recently shared desires. It apparently was a big stretch for him, but at the same time, it was important to him to satisfy Liz sexually. Other than that, both were even more open, sharing, and caring for each other. Liz felt as if she had opened a big door she didn’t even knew about, with Eric telling her much more about a vast majority of his thoughts and feelings now. She didn’t understand how it could have been different before, but now she would have been really surprised if there was only one little detail Eric was bothered about that she didn’t know. She delved in the great satisfaction of having gotten to know her man so much and trust him blindly.

Then one evening, Eric surprised her -not necessarily with the romantic dinner he had cooked, all along with candle lights and rose leaves all around, he had done unscheduled this plenty of times already- but with papers on the couch table, along with a pink collar, reading “bitch” on the front and “worthless” on the back in big, bold, glitter letters, and a lockable fastener. Liz was overwhelmed by the gesture and jumpy as a child.

“Oh boy, what have I done?”, Eric exclaimed when he witnessed Liz’ reaction. “It’s not what you might think, Liz.”, he tried to calm her down, guiding her to sit on the couch in front of the unexpected presents. “It’s not a master-slave-contract, just in case you thought that. As far as I researched, that’s something we should negotiate over time before putting it on paper and signing it.”

Liz just looked at him now more attentive to what her love wanted from her, even acknowledging the written words on paper the first time.

Eric continued, “In fact, I know even for the contract it is partners usually speak about it at length first, but I also wanted to surprise you. To my defense, this contract doesn’t contain any obligations for you.”

The air was tense with the significance of the moment. Liz’ gaze admired the man she was going to marry, trying to listen to every of his words while dreaming a bright future of husband, house, and kids. Eric didn’t want to screw it up and was still apparently doubtful how Liz might react to the offer. He had put a lot of effort into this project. Though even for that, his usual genuine confidence behind a mask of cool seemed to have gone.

“Since we are so long together, and you recently revealed your last secrets to me, I just felt it was time caring about our relationship long-term.”, Eric explained, “It clarifies the usual unlikely events of death and inabilities, but it also gives me a lot of rights acting for you without needing to consult you first. Of course, I had it checked by two independent lawyers. You might trust me enough to accept but I still explicitly want you to read it.” Eric visibly gulped and paused, clarifying: “There’s no harm at all if you reject it overall, the timing, or any details. I can change anything you want or drop it entirely, no offense taken. I just thought, given our recent experience in bed, I take a leap of faith, also regarding the material you shared.”

Liz needed a moment. Then she stood up and engaged Eric in a deep, warm, seemingly endless hug. She felt they understood each other without words now.

“I really want you to read it before signing, Liz. There was a lot of new stuff I might not have gotten totally right yet.”, Eric emphasized.

But Liz put her index finger on his mouth: “Ssssh. Not now, honey.”

She took his hand and led him to their bed room, meeting the fresh, colorful sheets he had chosen to put on for the evening. She pulled him into bed, starting to softly strip her clothing, trying to tease him.

“Make gentle love to me, sweetheart. Pretty much the way before I shared my secrets.”, she requested, “Maybe a last time.”, she giggled, rolling in bed. At the moment, she finally wanted to enjoy Eric’s lovely, comfortable, catering sex he was happily providing. And she surely was going to enjoy it for the first time. Maybe she wouldn’t want or need it ever again, but for now it was pretty much the experience she truly desired. Eric happily obliged.

Soon after, when he slept like a baby, Liz sneaked naked into the living room, to the contract and collar. She put on the collar and liked the overall feeling. The paper looked like dozens of pages, the locations where to sign pointed out fool-proven with colorful highlight strips. Liz was totally in the mood to sign the contract but not to read it entirely. The two start paragraphs already read quite boring. For a moment, she considered signing it later after actually reading every word, but then she shrugged to herself and took the nearby pen. With a yawn, she left the fully signed contract, keeping her collar on, and went to bed gleefully cuddling against Eric. “You are the best, Eric. I love you so much. Thanks for doing all that for me. Stay courageous to try out some stuff on me.”, she told him, not sure if he had understood her, just mumbling as a reaction.

A few weeks later, Liz had easily fallen asleep into Eric’s arms after another kinky sex session. He had wildly taken her doggy-style, slapping her ass, groping her tits, and choking her to her full satisfaction on the new pink collar she proudly wore when she was in the mood. Liz only woke up to a dizzy condition with a massive headache, and terrible aching all over her body. The rough sex was not nearly enough to explain that. She didn’t wake enough to get more than a glimpse of a hospital ceiling and according surrounding. ‘Did she have an accident? Did a plane crash into their house? Oh my god, what happened to Eric then?’, she thought to herself before forcefully losing conscience again. She had several of these half-awake moments but no one ever came to speak to her, including Eric. He surely would come to visit unless something had happened to him as well. At last, an unknown face of a blonde woman showed herself into Luz’ view, coming uncomfortably close with a happy grin on her face, looking directly into Liz’ eyes, forming silent words with her mouth. Her hair dropped down along her shoulders in strong curls. Her young, facial contours could have come from a model catalogue, but her overly gleeful expression and frantically staring eyes emphasized the impression of being a lunatic. Liz would stay away from such a person as best as she could.  Who was that? Although Liz didn’t have much time observing, the stranger wore a casual crop top and smooth leggings, highlighting her attractive figurine, but no medical working cloth or items at all. What was she saying?

Now, Liz was steadily pulled from her slumber by loud audio action. There was a strong, dynamical rhythm of flesh pounding on flesh, a woman wildly moaning up and down, accompanied by impulse of a manly groaning. It all sounded more like a porn than the vanilla sex she was used with Eric, though it seemed there was nothing else she could hear as if she wore ear plugs. There still were aches all over her body and a dragging veil on her conscience like from a hangover, so getting her senses clear was difficult. Her head was carrying something heavy, like a very thickly padded leather hood. Her mouth felt as she had a full grown, unpeeled pineapple stuck in it. Just impossible. She tried to chew but didn’t feel any results still having a hard time to gulp at all. Her neck had a slight sensation as if she was choked, possibly from a collar. Her arms and shoulders stung relentlessly like being pulled back and up in themselves, pushing out her chest as much as possible. Her breast on the other hand burned downwards including her nipples, slightly swinging in an unknown matter. They felt so heavy. Her uterus felt like someone had stuck it full of razor blades, and her guts gave her the impression she was sitting on a spike. That didn’t align with her feet stinging from standing but even more from any shift of balance as if her body weight was completely resting on only her toes. She wanted to moan and scream but quickly realized she had little power for that and couldn’t hear anything else apart from that porn directly in her ears. She had a hard time distinguishing her nausea, headache, and other sensations from an overall physical condition impairing her well-being.

As Liz carefully opened her eyes to a bright light right in front of her, a woman’s voice sounded in hear ears, briefly overpowering the porn audio: “Trash object awake. Keep your eyes open, ugly.”

While her eyes were getting used to the glare in front of her, the view reminded her of an entertainment device she had once tried out in a store. It was a Virtual Reality headset from a major social media company. You could play games with it or watch movies, and she guessed also the porn video she slowly made out so close to her, matching the audio. The young sales man had even shown her how she could have the entertainment overlap with her environment recorded by cameras on the outside of the headset, great for being enabled to walk around or do the chores at the same time. Liz wasn’t a fan of half-assing anything though, so she had given it a pass. She apparently was having such a virtual headset on, with the porn of a woman fucking her partner cowgirl-style playing right in front of her, and until she could move her arms to take it off, these view-filling screens were the only thing she could see.

Simultaneously, Liz started to recognize the woman from a previous wake moment, the man’s body and his voice when he cried out: “Yeah, Kate, fuck me hard! Ride me to heaven!”

‘That couldn’t be … he had never behaved that way, it must have been a fake … Eric?! Eric!?’, she thought. It was him though.

She closed her eyes, only to be receive electrical shocks around her neck and in her colon, strong enough to dwarf even all her constant pains at the moment.

The woman’s voice briefly overlapped her audio again like an official announcement on a train, but ringing directly in her ears: “Keep your eyes open until sleeping time. Only blinking allowed.”

Liz started to cry a river in her enclosed visual prison, being forced to watch her beloved Eric passionately fucking a younger woman, being ridden by that stranger in a position they never had even tried, but clearly consensual. He seemed to be enjoying that kind of sex she could clearly see from the outside now. After some more minutes, they both came, French-kissed each other passionately, and caressed each other before falling asleep in the bed Liz knew all too well. She didn’t understand the world anymore, being confused about her own situation and feeling hurt, sad, jealous, and angry at the same time, besides feeling miserable in her aching body. But the videos didn’t even stop. All of them were scenes of Eric with that woman, apparently more than taking Liz’ place in his life. Overall, their daily, romantic, and sex life seemed more diverse and balanced in comparison. Kate, how he called her, sometimes cooked or decorated the rooms for Eric as a surprise when he came home. In that regard, Liz had been more of a princess, enjoying being cherished and cared for by Eric quite one-sided. Kate also proofed more active approaching him for a hug, kiss, playfully or greedily grabbing his ass or crotch, or initiating sex. Liz could have done that to for him, but he never seemed to want or appreciate such behavior from her.

Just as a previous scene was repeated for the third time, the woman’s loud announcement voice hit in, this time speaking in a less rigid matter, but still highly confident: “Welcome to your new life, ugly!”

The sound was less clean compared to the previous interruptions, like someone calling via phone: “You probably have a lot of questions which you will never be able to ask since your vocal cords have been severed. I wish to enlighten you, so I am going to tell you lots of things anyway though. And don’t worry, this message to you is being recorded as I speak and I will have it play several times for you in the next days so you don’t miss anything.”

Liz was not soothed. Was she imprisoned? What was going on?

“First of all, let me tell you that I could have opted for lobotomizing you, or slowly turn you into a brainless bimbo by intense, daily suffocating sessions. It was a tempting. By the contract you signed for Eric, anything would have been possible. But I feel much better keeping you as intelligent as you are, being fully aware what’s happening with you. I will also keep you up to date with my happy life with Eric. Isn’t that nice of me?”, she paused after her mean, rhetorical question.

Then her voice became more serious: “I am still angry with you and I will be as long as Eric still loves you. It will take some time to forget you, and just in case, you will help me with everything in your power to make it impossible for him to love you anymore should he ever desire to see you again.”

Now proud of herself, she continued: “You might notice it anyway, so I give you the heads-up that besides the video recordings and lots of white noise, I will also feed you with hypnotic messages that will make you obey, love me, and even help me in my efforts as much as you can within your constraints. You are going to voluntarily suffer for me just for love, pretty much like a captive in a Stockholm syndrome, if not even worse.”

As if there was any casual about it, Kate added: “By the way, among the many procedures I had have done to you, your ears were removed and sealed. What you are hearing is a direct remote input in your skull. That means, I am in total control what you hear by now. I can even make you your surroundings as normal but I won’t unless you perform for me. It will be nice when you can see and hear yourself deepthroating your new dildo mounts like a wild beast, or do other depraving acts to yourself. Hopefully, you are working to be the best porn star for me, as I might need to show those to Eric one day. If you are good enough, I’ll show you yourself, so you’ll be a good dark porn star for yourself, finally becoming the protagonist of your filthy fantasies.”

A judgmental disgust shone through that statement, before Kate turned into a formal, strict tone: “For you, I am Mistress Katherine, and from now on your name is “ugly”, maybe “stinky ugly” one day. I won’t ever love you, but you will love me and obey.”

“When Eric asked me to help him satisfy your dark desires, I had to put in a lot of effort to go through all the material multiple times. I put in a lot of effort for you, well, actually for him, and I like what I got in return. Eric is such a sweetheart.”, Kate explained adoringly.

The next sentence stung her mind as an aggressive accusation: “He loves you so much, I had to promise him to not give you away ever. Of course, he himself can always revoke that. Only until then, I will keep you here in the basement and have you entertaining me with your suffering. At least, I could convince him to sign you over to me completely and leave the matter to me. He is not really built for our special sexual needs of domination and submission, especially not for your extreme case. If he dies or we part, I keep you and can get rid of you as well, if I like. But until then, I will keep you alive and sane. Give him a few months to get used to his new life with me and forget all about you, ugly.”

For the next part, she switched into excuse: “In regards of attention to you, I don’t promise anything though, especially not watching all the time or everything recorded. I already installed an AI cutting the recordings of you for uploading frequent content on your dark web profile. Don’t expect to get famous. The chance that any of it leaks to a wider audience one day isn’t that high.”

And suddenly, Kate’s voice seemed to lean in as if she was best buddy with her captive: “Once our goal of Eric letting you leave his life is achieved, I am either giving you to a new owner with a kennel, for daily breeding with a bunch of big dogs. I already made a contact and had a “dog bitch” tramp stamp tattooed on your lower back. You’ll see it on one of the future videos of yourself. The other option is a true sadist, who is going to cut you up piece by piece, and then painfully kill you for his pleasure. Ideally, it would be one after the other, but I’ll see how it turns out.”

Her mind played a trick on Kate by connecting the speech to a villain scene in a spy movie: “You see, ugly, it took a lot of planning and execution, not to speak of finances, to make this all happen for you. First my poor Eric, who really did a lot of research even before visiting several Munches. You should have gone to some of these irregular meetings of BDSM fans yourself, maybe. But then, water under the bridge, right? Anyways, I met him there and took great care of his confusion and endeavor. He was a bit shy sharing all the stories, bookmarks, pictures, and comics you had collected, but then he could leave it to me and my consultation what to do about it.”

There was nothing to do about though, not even die, as her perpetrator went on telling her story: “Fortunately, I could convince him how serious and needy you are, much more than I am actually confident about. But then, after you signed the contract, it didn’t even matter anymore. You either read it before signing it, and I do take you clever enough to understand all its consequences. Or you didn’t and then it was your subconscious desire or just fate to leave Eric to me. We are such a wonderful couple! I will probably say this only once to you, but thank you so much, ugly, for giving me Eric, and even for making him a better man. It seems since you revealed your genuine self, he has become much more himself regarding his own needs and wishes, which makes him even better. You can be really proud of yourself for once.”

With each second and word, it became even more annoying and frustrating, that she couldn’t run away, silence the voice, or do anything at all. If she could at least cry out loud but she had no options at all: “But I am digressing. Not that you an option to not listen anyway. Oh, what a great idea, wait, I need to note that down: feed ugly the dumbest calls from the dumbest bitches, talking trash for hours. Done. You’ll probably like some variety in your feeds.”

That creative spark seemed to have passed now: “Maybe you still need to give up on Eric though. You are only through with your physical transformation so far. And because I am such a helpful Mistress to you, let me take you all hopes that Eric might ever want to take you back.”

“First of all, you’ll never be able to address him. You have neither teeth nor a tongue anymore. Your mouth now irreversibly is a human fleshlight now, only good for being fucked. You cannot close it enough to deny anyone entry. I could have helped you with the gag reflex, the breathing struggle, and the sloppy saliva, but I just think it’s more fun with all these side effects. You’ll experience it soon enough to decide for yourself. Your face is completely tattooed now. I’ll give you a picture for some minutes to enjoy at the end. Your head hair is completely gone. Quite a strange choice to do laser hair removal there and not anywhere else, but I think you understand why. Your arms on the other hand, are only folded into an inescapable reverse prayer. That could be reversed, might be important for the doggy-style with dogs, but for now, you’ll quickly lose your strength and flexibility having them kept in that condition. Ah yes, and I had all your fingers amputated. I guess even for future plans they might only be in the way. They made a nice necklace together with your teeth after having preserved them. Not sure what to do with it yet. We’ll see.”, Mistress Kate rambled on like it was a casual Tuesday.

“If you are wondering about the pain in your tits, they have huge piercing now, which were needed for the huge cow bells dragging them down. They are actually not that loud but extra heavy. The weight is so much that your once wonderful breast will be sacking to down to your knees. Wonderful thought, isn’t it? Do you think Eric is ever going to want you back without any of your female features?”, she proclaimed super confidently, “On the other hand, I am sure Eric and I are going to have wonderful kids one day. You won’t though. I had your uterus removed. Same goes for your clit and all your pussy lips. You still kept the slit though, and I made sure, that you are going to be constantly wet and dripping, just with the difference that it’s going to be much worse when you are more aroused. It’ll all come over time.”

“Make sure to drink a lot.”, Mistress Kate ordered, “You’ll learn how to get to the dildos feeding you by deepthroating them. There might be different taste like semen, piss, or shit, I’ll mix in, but you’ll do it anyway. It’s also vital for your daily dose of arousal drugs and testosterone. Those will make your body-hair growth like that of a bear while causing you extra sensitivity and migraines. The program will remind you in my prerecorded voice, punish you with shocks as you experienced if you disobey, and if that doesn’t help, your body is on a guiding system leading you to the different stations in this basement, on your own wish or whenever the program or I demand. I am in control of you, ugly. And I deserve some fun with you.”

“This basement with all the individual hardware and software wasn’t cheap. I opted for an excellent temperature and humidity control. For now, one week you’ll have a constant humid summer heat here, and the other week, it’s going be very dry chill for a naked animal like you, rather uncomfortable than health threatening.”, she explained, “Also, you are standing on a metal grid here, and still the ground has to frequently be flooded for removing your waste. It will stay long enough in the different layers to make your place stink like no tomorrow, as you will do anyways with what I’ll feed you, but it needs to be sustainable for months, so that was quite an investment. All the while you don’t have to care. The build in funnel in your urethra now automatically releases your bladder wherever you are after it is painfully full but before any damage.”

“Your rear is being held open with a tunnel plug deeply hooked with your flesh, so anything there just drops down involuntarily, like a horse would. On top of that there’s a bigger sphere at its end to give you a permanent filled sensation, help you staying frisky and on edge, and is another point for shocking you. You won’t ever get bored down here, ugly. Your feet are hoofs now, not in shoes, but transformed themselves, to accommodate with your living situation here. It probably hurts standing or even walking in them, especially with your hips restraint so you can’t kick. I won’t be joining you down there ever anyway, but who knows. And all thanks to me and my hours of creative effort and persistent executive management.”, she claimed her achievements, “These changes had cost Eric and me a fortune. But don’t worry, having Eric in my life now is totally worth it, and I am confident he will state the same, maybe still including having invested it all for your happiness.”

The misery of knowledge didn’t end here: “One last word about the stations here before I leave you with the promised picture. One of my favorites is the deepthroat station, with dildos of various length and size, and a fluid mixer for supporting them all. But there are many other training stations for you. They all make you suffer in a different way, like the one focused on shocking you everywhere in random patterns. The station I am especially proud of is the power squat lifting station though. You’ll swing yourself up and down to be strangled when down and your tits pulled even more down when you are up. No worries, your vitals are monitored with according consequences if you come in any danger of harming yourself. I already set the program to introduce you to each station one day after another and make you frequently use them. But you are also going to have plenty of free time, and I expect you to show your love to me by doing extra visits on these stations. If not, there’ll be consequences. Enjoy your time here as much as you might and while it lasts, ugly.”

And with that, a white noise filled her ears getting louder, while she got to see a picture of her face right in front of her, obviously not live since the headset was on. Her mouth was transformed into a giant pussy as she had been just told, a strong septum ring in her nose but short enough to not intervene with the entry. Her head was already bold and her ears missing. But more apparent, her whole face was tattooed all over in bright colors, in the center the word “ugly” in huge bold letters, a black big fat cock squirting on her right side, a dog cock with a knot squirting on the right side, also the words, “cunt”, “bitch”, “worthless”, “meat”, “trash” and other demeaning words labeling her. That’s when ugly’s view blurred with tears silently streaming down her eyes in all sorts of pains.