June walked in, her short cute haircut bobbing with each step. Her heels clip-clopped to the kitchen, where her husband was reading the newspaper. Today was a good day: she had won.
"I got it!" June exclaimed, her eyes wide and bright. She clutched her prize to her chest as if it were a baby. "I finally got it! Isn't it magnificent, Demetrius?"
Demetrius sat up in his chair. "What's that?"
"It's the last piece by Sang! It completes the collection."
"Oh, a vase," he realized, unmoved.
She gasped. "It's not just a vase! I'll have you know that this piece set us back a pretty penny. Old Mrs. Halderman was not ready to give this up with out a fight. But I, of course, outbid her in the end. Ha!"
"Calm down," he warned.
"I will do no such thing! It's not every day we have the opportunity to let a 19th century work by none other than Wai Ku Sang enter our home!" She removed the vase from the box and removed the plastic packaging surrounding the vase.
"Just look at it!" she marveled. "It's so beautiful!" It was quite a unique vase. It was made of porcelain, a blue and white design circling the vase and a gold rim trimming the mouth. It was a wide mouth vase, meant for holding bamboo and thick-stemmed flowers. As with the case with most of Sang's beautiful pottery, it was likely unused. "And look on the inside! Poetry." Indeed, on the white inside of the pot in Chinese calligraphy was a love poem that spanned most of the inside of the pot. "Since he could see the inside but not fit his whole hand inside with a pen, he had to use this tool-" Demetrius reached for the vase to get a better look. "Don't TOUCH it!" she screamed. "You'll soil my baby!" This was too much for Demetrius. He stood up.
"Do you know what the First Commandment is?" June shut up and set down the vase, looking guilty. "'Thou shalt have no other gods before me.'" June looked at the ground, biting her lip. "Who's your god?"
"You are," she said quietly.
"That's right. When's the last time you took a shit?" He walked towards her.
"Yesterday morning." She grimaced, unhappy with where this was going.
"Good. June..." he began. He corrected himself, "...Slut, do you know what the Second Commandment is?"
"Um... you shouldn't... um, 'Th-thou shall...'"
"'Thou shalt not worship any graven image.' Do you think you've obeyed that commandment today, slut?"
"I... I..."
"Answer me!"
"No," she whispered.
"What?"
"No, I haven't," she said louder.
"You've worshipped this vase, like it was your god. You've broken the first two commandments. And so you shall be punished. Bend over." June bent over, placing both of her forearms on the kitchen counter. Demetrius slid his hand under her purple dress and lifted it over her bare ass. He was pleased to see she was following orders by not wearing panties.
"I'm very disappointed in you, my little fuckslut. You've lost your priorities." He placed his index finger in front of her face. She was used to the routine. June sucked on his finger for a few seconds. He then used that finger to probe her little pink asshole. His finger slid up and down, in and out, wiggling around some to loosen her secondary orifice. Demetrius removed the finger, unzipped his pants and let his hard dick fall out of his shorts and onto her buttocks.
June knew this was supposed to be punishment, yet she couldn't help but moisten up in anticipation of receiving his dick. She felt him pushing his way into her ass and smiled with satisfaction. She spread her heels apart, reached behind herself and spread her asscheeks, and relaxed her anus to make his entry easier. He had little trouble sliding all the way into her colon.
"I don't know if you can feel it, but I can feel it," he told her, feeling something soft at the end of his dick. She blushed, surprised that she would feel the urge to shit earlier than she thought.
He began to fuck her ass, taking long slow strokes at first to open her ass up. As he increased pace, he began to slap her bottom. "Filthy slut," he muttered. "What were you thinking?" He slapped her ass harder, moving from cheek to cheek as he thrusted to and fro. Her ass grew from warm to hot to burning as he loudly slapped her backside every few seconds.
"Oh!" she cried out, as the fiery pain of her ass grew nearly unbearable. Her asshole was enjoying the stretching it was getting, but the hard whacks her bottom received was almost too much. He let his hand cool down for a moment, then continued spanking her.
June mewed, enjoying her punishment. She put one of her hands on her thigh and moved it towards her moistening cunt, but Demetrius smacked her hand away.
"Hands on the counter, whore." Somehow, this restriction made her juice up more and her pouting pussy began to visibly drip. He rogered her asshole, too concerned with the head of his dick to continue spanking her. She got close to cumming, but she would need to rub her clit to push her over the edge. June grew frustrated at being so close.
After a few minutes of letting June stew in her pre-orgasm state, he stuck to fingers into her open cunt and applied pressure to her clit with his thumb. He held his warm palm against her pussy and didn't move a finger, only applying pressure. However he kept fucking her in hard powerful strokes, making his balls bang against the bottom of his hand. He held his hand there while she came, June's juice squirting all over the kitchen floor.
He came shortly thereafter. He shot his seed into her colon, grabbing tightly onto her large tits through her dress. He held onto them until he was done. June panted, letting the good vibrations subside in her body.
"Now I want you to prove to me who your god is. Shit in the vase." June grimaced, very upset with this final part of her punishment. He placed the vase on the floor and waited. When she made no move towards it, he yelled, "Wasn't the cum enema good enough, or am I going to have to give you a real enema, whore?"
"No," she answered. She walked over to the vase, her dress still bunched up around her waist. She squatted, placing her arms on her thighs and grunted. She was embarrassed and thoroughly saddened that she would have to desecrate her prize vase in this way, but orders were orders. She farted out a bubble of cum.
"You know, nonsensical as it may seem, the great kings of Europe often had lavishly-decorated chamber pots. And it was quite an honor to be the artisan who had crafted the receptacle that received the fruits of the king. You do... what's his name... Sang a service by actually putting his artwork to use."
June did not agree, but she complied anyway. After a few minutes it came. A brown turd poked its head out of her asshole and she pushed, squeezing it out slowly. The turd dropped into the vase. She grunted some more and a couple more logs of shit were squeezed into the vase, covering up parts of the beautiful Chinese poem. June cried as she sullied the expensive vase.
Sure, she was a distinguished lady. She was beautiful, she lived a luxurious life, and she had the means to purchase any expensive artwork she wanted. But she had to answer to one man, a man who had so much control over her life she had to do whatever he asked of her. Even if it meant shitting in her new favorite vase. And although she wasn't too pleased with her current task, she wouldn't have it any other way.
There was little mess to worry about. The vase's mouth was wide enough to catch her shit as well as most of the piss that dripped down her snatch. When she had finished her evacuation, she looked up at Demetrius expectantly.
"Are you done?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Did you learn your lesson?"
"Yes."
"What's the most important thing in your life?"
"You are."
"Good." He kissed her on the forehead. "You may clean your vase, but you may not clean yourself nor let your dress fall below your waist. I will want to play with you in a few minutes."
"Thank you."
June stood up, hunched over, so that her dressed was sure to stay bunched around her waist. The vase would likely come clean, as it had just been refinished. She ignored the slight discomfort of walking with a wet pussy and sticky asshole and went to the toilet to dump out her vase. June cleaned her vase, daydreaming of what Demetrius had in store for her next.