A simple Sadist

Let me start my telling you that I am not a nice guy. I am a sadist. I like to watch others suffer and 
I like to make others suffer. I don't mean that I like to watch people get hurt or to whip someone. I 
mean that I like to watch real and deep emotional and physical suffering. 

Outwardly, and as a friend, I am one of the nicest people that you will find. I am loyal to a fault 
and I always try to treat others with respect and kindness. However, when it comes to the women 
that I am with, I like to make them suffer. 

The things that I am about to tell you are just a few examples of the type of suffering that I enjoy.

It was about 4 years ago that I met a girl by the name of Melanie. She has been and remains my 
favorite person to torture over the years. I make pretty good use out of her, too.

Melanie is about five feet ten inches tall. She has a nice figure - not perfect but nice. Her chest is 
above average, though I can't speak for the cup size since I've never checked. She has a small 
and rather long waist. Her legs are quite long and shapely and she has a surprisingly large ass 
for being as long and lean as she is. She has brownish curly hair that reaches her waist. All in all, 
she is quite a beauty.

I met her at an amusement park. She was the girlfriend of one of my buddy's friends. She and I 
got on rather well and became friends, of a sort. Mostly, I was her "girlfriend". That is, she told me 
all of her problems and I helped her solve them.

It was about 3 years ago that things changed for us. She called me on the phone asking if she 
could come over to my place. As it turns out she had just broken up with her boyfriend and was 
pretty miserable. Of course, I told her to come over. And, I must say, I had no ill intentions or 
thoughts other than to comfort her as a friend.

That night she complained to me about all the bullshit that is common in relationships and 
especially about the sex. She was 19 years old and not ready to have sex with her boyfriend of 6 
weeks and he was not satisfied with just getting blowjobs anymore.

She slept in my arms that night.

It was the next morning when she and I began talking at breakfast that I discovered something I 
had not noticed about her before despite all of our previous conversations. It turns out that she 
has a submissive streak a mile wide and has given a blowjob to almost every guy that she has 
dated. She told me she felt obligated.

Of course, I was a bit aroused by this little bit of information. Still, I was her friend and despite 
being attracted to her I felt that I had to be a good guy and let her vent. And so, she told me all of 
her sexual history.

It really wasn't much to talk about. I learned that she gave blowjobs, hated to swallow cum or 
even taste it. She couldn't deep throat despite her best efforts and she felt very intimidated by the 
whole "sex thing", as she put it. And she had never had an orgasm and didn't know if she could 
have one at all. What it came down to was that she did not like sex but felt an overpowering urge 
to please the man that she was with.

Later that night I took her to dinner. We had a nice night at a nice restaurant. We laughed, had a 
few beers and made general ass's of ourselves. Then we came back to my place. And almost as 
soon as we sat down on the couch she unzipped my pants and started giving me a blowjob. 

And, as if to prove what she told me earlier about not liking to swallow, she pulled away just as I 
came. I didn't really mind her pulling away though, since I was not expecting to get a blowjob at 
all. 

For most of the night I just held her and listened to her troubles. She cried and told me about all 
of the things in her life that made her feel inferior and sad and insecure. She rambled on and on 
about her parents and her ex-boyfriends and the like.  Basically, it was the same bullshit that 
every teenager feels - at 13 years old. She was way behind the curve emotionally. Fortunately, 
for me, she was eager to make others happy.

For the next week she stayed at my house, only going to her apartment to get a few things. I 
didn't pressure her to do anything at all. Still, she gave a blowjob almost every night. I will say that 
she was quite adept and giving blowjobs but I really hated her pulling away at the last moment. 
But, who looks a gift horse in the mouth?

Finally, she decided she didn't need to stay with me and that she was over the depression and 
disappointment at the loss of her boyfriend. So, she packed up her few belongings and left for 
home.

As it turns out, she was wrong about not needing to stay with me. She called me almost 
immediately after she arrived home. So, she called me up to tell me that she missed me and to 
ask if she could she come back. I fought her off a bit, eventually caving in. 

This was the point in our relationship when my little "friend switch" kicked over and I slid her into 
the "just another chick to fuck with" category. Too bad for her, I guess.

Mel arrived at the door 10 minutes after we were off the phone. As I expected, she began giving 
me a blowjob shortly after arriving. This time, however, I told her that if she was going to do this 
that she was going to have to swallow. And when she said "No" I made her stop.

That garnered a predictable reaction – she cried and complained. Then she let it all out about 
how inferior she was and how she couldn't please me or any man and all sorts of bullshit that I 
didn't really listen to. Still, I did the comforting routine even as the gears were grinding away and I 
began thinking of ways to take advantage of the situation.

After she calmed down I pushed her head down into my lap and had her suck my cock. As I did 
so I told her how she was going to take my cum in her mouth and how she was going to swallow 
it. Her response was a simple full-mouthed "Mmm, hmm." and a tiny nod.

For the next 30 minutes she sucked my cock. I made her take long slow strokes and then short 
fast strokes with her mouth. For much of the blowjob I allowed her to use her hands. Other 
moments she had to hold her hands behind her back as I pushed her head up and down on my 
cock.

When I came I held her head down on my cock, pulling her all the way down my shaft as I 
squirted into her mouth. And then, even after I was done, I told her not to move back and to keep 
sucking without moving anything but her tongue. I watched her grimace around my cock as she 
swallowed the congealing liquid that she had tried not to swallow.

Finally, after my cock was soft and the fluid had stop flowing from my cock, I allowed her to pull 
away. When she started to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth I stopped her. Then I told her that 
I didn't want her to rinse her mouth. I told her that it was insulting and that, if she did rinse out, it 
would be the last blowjob she gave me. As predicted, she stayed put.

The next week or so followed in similar form. She would go home, intending to stay and then end 
up at my house giving me a blowjob. 

Eventually, I decided to make better use of her. Blowjobs are nice but they aren't everything. 
Besides the sadist in me was getting edgy and wanted to come out from under the bed. That is, I 
wanted to see how much humiliation she could take.

It was about the 7th week of all of this that I told her I didn't want to do this. I told her that we were 
friends and shouldn't be doing things like this. Besides, I am not much for blowjobs and like so 
much more and I could never expect her to be the kind of woman I wanted. And besides, we have 
too good of a friendship to take a chance with.

I didn't much care if we weren't friends. I just wanted to manipulate her. Hell, I figured that the 
worst scenario was that I would still get an occasional blowjob. If, on the other hand, things went 
the way I planned that I could take out my sadistic tendencies on her. As it turned out, my sadistic 
tendencies were a winner.

She began crying. And then she told me how she had come to care for me and needed me as 
more than a friend. She told me how she liked to please me, even if it meant she had to do things 
she didn't enjoy, like swallowing my cum when she gave me a blow job. And she begged me to 
reconsider us as more than friends. Besides, we were ideal for each other having started as 
friends.

It was a load of shit, but what could I do? I had her right where I wanted her, after all. And so, I 
told her not to worry. I told her that if she really wanted to be with me that I would give it a try. I 
told her a lot of other bullshit, ending it with a simple "...and I hope it won't ruin us as friends." And 
that is when we started on my little trip down my special, sadistic path.

Almost immediately I started mistreating the poor girl. I didn't beat her or anything. I just used her 
guilt, her need for approval and her submissive tendencies to my advantage. I also took care to 
push her to those areas that she was less than fond of. 

One of the first chores I assigned her was to remove all of her body hair. I presented her with a 
trimmer, a razor, and some very good shaving cream designed to prevent razor burn. She wasn't 
particularly happy with this arrangement since it meant she had to shave her arms, legs and that 
lovely little bush between her legs. Still, she shaved without a fight. And the one time she missed 
a spot was the last. The guilt trip I provided her with was enough to make certain of that.

We had a lot of talks early on. She thought it was because I really cared and wanted to be sure 
about us. She was always worried that I was ready to end things and was always ready to talk. 
Truth be told, I just wanted to know how far I could push her and how far she had already gone. 
As it turns out, not only did her personal issues allow me to completely dominate her, but also I 
was able to drive her into a more needy emotional level. 

Putting my control over her to work, one night, I decided to bind her to my bed. She was not 
happy about it but still suffered it with fair stoicism. 

I applied leather cuffs to each wrist and ankle and then applied a nylon strap to the corners of my 
bed and each cuff. Then I used a crank tensioner to tighten the nylon straps, stretching her to the 
point of pain. In fact, it was her cries of pain that told me that I had tightened her enough. And, 
though I really didn't care, I asked her if I should loosen her a little, telling her that I wouldn't want 
to hurt her - not really - and if she really needed me to loosen her up and let her go that I would. 
Of course, she declined, preferring to please me.

Soon after, I climbed up onto the bed and straddled her face. Already hard, I unzipped my fly and 
pushed my cock into her mouth and to the back of her throat only pulling back as she gagged. 
Still, I wasn't easy on her and tears were soon coming from her eyes as I pushed my cock in and 
out of her mouth and throat.

She gagged and coughed and sputtered here and there, tears flowing from her eyes, but I never 
stopped forcing my cock into her throat. Amazingly, she never stopped trying to suck me, either. 
Soon, I filled her mouth with cum, making her choke and cough. It was almost comical watching 
as cum was coughed out of her throat and out onto her face.

Seeing her suffering, coughing and her face dripping in cum, excited me further. Generously, I 
used my cock to wipe the coughed up cum from her face and into her mouth. More than anything 
it spread it all around her face, giving her a sort of glow that can only be achieved with tears and 
cum. 

After I was done with her for that moment I dressed and left the bedroom, heading to the living 
room to watch TV. As I left her I told her to remain quiet until I told her she could talk again. About 
an hour later I returned to her stretched body. She was red faced and sweaty. Clearly she was in 
pain as I could see the tendons in her limbs tight under her skin. She looked to me as if to ask for 
release. Still, she said nothing, obeying me as I hoped she would. 

I undressed and climbed onto the bed to lie on her stretched body. My body weight combined 
with the painful bondage must have been terribly painful. She moaned at the pain that my weight 
caused her. Still, she said nothing, whimpering through the pain.

I began rubbing my hardening cock between her legs. At long last, I thrust inside her nearly dry 
sex. I fucked her hard, eliciting more pain filled moans. From time to time I climbed off of her to 
straddle her face and push my cock into her mouth. She grimaced each time, disliking being 
forced to taste her own juices. As for me, I savored every moment of discomfort that I gave her.

I was near to climaxing after only a short time, knowing her unhappy state and disgusted at 
having to taste her own juices. And I must say that the site of her lips wrapped around my cock as 
I thrust into her mouth was almost too much for me to take. Still, I managed to hold back, wanting 
to savor this torture.

Finally, after an hour of fucking her pussy and mouth I was ready. Pulling out of her, I grabbed 
hold of my cock and stroked the rest of my way to climax. Moments later, I was squirting cum 
onto her belly and chest. When I was spent, I rubbed my cock across her body, spreading my 
semen across her.

It was late when I was done with her. So, I released her from her bondage and let her use the 
bathroom. I ordered her not to wash her face or anyplace that I had cum. Her look told me that 
she was not too pleased with the command. The sweat and cum that remained on her face and 
belly when she exited the bathroom were the evidence of her submission to my command.  

The next few months played out very similarly. Sometimes I would cum on her body and other 
times I would cum in her mouth or on her face. Never once was she allowed to clean herself after 
I was through, always having to spend her night covered in our sweat and, often, my cum.

During that period of time she did manage to learn to take my cock into her throat without 
choking. I made certain to utilize that to my advantage. Many was the time that I fucked her 
mouth, sliding in and out of her mouth and throat as if it were her pussy. And, though she never 
complained, it was clear that she never liked having to swallow my cum or have it cover her body 
for the entire night.

Weekends were the worst for her, I think. On those days I did not have to work so I could abuse 
her in the mornings. Often, I would pull out of her mouth or pussy and shoot my semen on her 
face and not allow her to clean it up, forcing her to wear my cum for entire days at a time. 

There were even a few occasions when I made her suck my cock in the car on the way to 
breakfast. Those days I would make certain she had a fresh layer of cum on her face when we 
entered a local eatery. Sometimes people would notice, especially if she had a particularly large 
dab of cum on her face. Other times no one would notice. Either way, she was thoroughly 
humiliated.

The next little perversion that I tried on her was to make her fuck me with her ass. She was not 
happy with that and she was not terribly cooperative. Well, at least, not at first.

I was talking to her one night after dinner. She was between my legs giving me my standard after 
dinner blowjob. I was talking about wanting to try different things. That's when I told her that it 
was time for her to learn to like getting as fucked.

So, I pushed her away and told her to go get something to lubricate her ass with. That got her to 
talking fast and hard. She told me how there was no way she was going to let me fuck her ass 
and she was not about to get any lubrication! According to her, I could just forget about the whole 
idea!

I think I smiled at her. "I'll be right back, honey" I told her as I left the room, "Be naked when I get 
back."

A few moments later, when I returned, she was naked, as I had told her. Her eyes grew wide 
when she saw the can of lard that I was carrying. "What's the lard for?" she asked.

She knew exactly what it was for and I didn't offer anything other than some quiet commands. "I 
want you to go around to the back of the couch. Then I want you to bend over and grab hold of 
the couch back. I am going to fuck you up the ass. Do you understand?" I asked.

She nodded "No" at the same time that she complied with my order. It was funny to hear her tell 
me how she would not allow me to fuck her ass, even as she did as she was told. 

To be quite honest, I was surprised that I did not have to tie her down. That she was obeying me 
as she fought was of great pleasure to me. Never before had I been with a woman who was so 
compliant as she was. And, though I had gauged her as being submissive and needy to 
extremes, I had no idea that she would be so compliant at this stage of the game.

Casually, I walked over behind her and sat the can of lard down on her back. She was rattling on 
and on about how she wouldn't allow me to fuck her ass and how I "had another thing coming" if I 
thought I was going to shove my cock up her ass. But, when I pulled the cheeks of her ass wide 
and pushed by finger into her ass, she shut up, gasping in shock. 

Pulling my finger out of her ass I dipped it into the can of lard, pulling out a large dollop and 
spread it over her asshole. She gasped again, complaining and telling me that I was not going to 
fuck her ass "no matter what I thought!"

After greasing her asshole with lard I pushed my finger back into her ass. She pulled her right 
hand from the couch, toppling the can of lard from her back and grabbed my hand, pulling my 
finger from her hole. She looked into my eyes and told me that that was enough and that she was 
done with this.

I hardly moved. I merely stared back at her and told her to put her hand back on the couch 
immediately. She didn't move, still staring me down. 

"NOW!" I told her. "Put your hand back on the couch." 

She looked shocked as she let go of my hand and turned back to face the couch. It was all that I 
could do to keep from smiling or giggling like a child with a new toy. 

I bent down and picked the can of lard up, setting it on her back, and continued with my 
intentions. For the next several minutes I slid my fingers in and out of her ass, greasing her up 
with more and more lard. 

Her constant chatter only increased my excitement as every word from her mouth detailed how I 
was not going to accomplish what I was, obviously, about to accomplish. And all the while, she 
stood, bent over and grasping the couch in obeisance to my orders.

By the time she was greased up to my satisfaction I was ready to burst. I had been so excited at 
her protesting cooperation that I was close to orgasm without even getting my cock inside of her. 
She was still going on about how she did not want her ass fucked and how she was not going to 
let me fuck her ass when I pulled the can of lard off of her back and put it on the ground beside 
her. 

Soon as the can was on the floor I began removing my pants. She was still chattering at me 
about how I could fuck her pussy or her mouth but never her ass. Still, she was bent over, 
lubricated and ripe for the taking.

I stood behind her with my cock in my hand, stroking myself with my lard-covered hand. I looked 
up from her ass to see her looking ahead of her, even as she rattled on and on. Then, I pressed 
my cock against her closed and well-greased asshole and pushed in. She stopped talking 
immediately, sucking in air and throwing her head back and forth.  A sudden "NO!" screamed out 
of her as I pulled back and began fucking her.

I grabbed her hips and began thrusting in long and slow motions. She looked back at me, tears in 
her eyes and begged me to stop. "Please, I'll do anything if you stop" she begged. 

I stopped moving, her begging had only made this more enticing but my sadistic streak was 
aroused again. Standing behind her with my cock in her ass, not moving I told her that if she 
wanted I would not fuck her ass. Instead, I told her, she could fuck me with her ass. 

Then, I slapped her posterior and commanded she begin fucking me. "Now." I hissed at her. She 
sniffed. Then, she bowed her head down to the couch back and started to work. 

I watched as her ass slide back and forth over my cock, making it disappear inside of her only to 
re-appear instants later. I watched the tears flow from her eyes when she would turn her head 
towards me and beg me to let her stop fucking me. I almost shot my load right their but I 
managed to hold back even as she obeyed my command to fuck me harder.

Eventually, I pulled from her ass and walked into the bedroom, pulling her by the hand. Then I lay 
on the bed and told her to straddle me facing my feet. Once she was straddling me I told her to sit 
up, take my cock in her hand and slide it in her ass. She did so, crying and begging not to do it. 
Then I made her fuck me again.

After only a few minutes I had her bouncing on my cock, crying and begging to stop, telling me 
how much it hurt. Still, I was relentless. A sadist like me does not relent when they are in absolute 
control of someone like Mel.

She hated it. She hated thrusting her ass down on my cock. She hated the pain and the 
degradation of it all. She begged to stop, crying and asking why I would make her do something 
so painful and awful. And the more she begged and cried the more excited I got.

I made her lay down on top of me and then I rolled us over so that I was on top of her. Now it was 
I who was fucking her. And then, too soon, it was over. I climaxed hard, jabbing my cock deeper 
into her ass. She cried out in pain from my sudden spasms that jerked her ass up and down. And 
then, I filled her ass with cum.

For the next several minutes we didn't move. I held her on top of me, my cock softening in her 
ass. And then, finally, I rolled off of her.

She didn't move. She just lay still and quiet except for a few sobs.

It's a fine line that people like me walk. People like me tend to humiliate people beyond their 
boundaries and give them a good mind fuck that is, generally damaging to their psyches. The fine 
line is in the knowing where to stop and how far to push a particular individual. This night, I 
gambled that I could push further.

She was laying on her side. I noticed that there was fluid coming from out of her ass. It was cum 
mixed with lard and whatever the hell else resides in there. Softly, I reached out and rubbed my 
finger in the liquid. Then, I slipped closer, put my arm around her and then slipped that finger in 
her mouth.

I must have done it 3 times when she finally wondered what I was doing. I will tell you that she 
was not pleased when I told her. Frankly, I didn't give a rat's ass. I knew that I could do anything 
to her, at this point, and it wouldn't matter. She needed me and she was going to do whatever I 
wanted her to do. Tonight had proven her vulnerability to me. 

Sure she might protest. But I knew she would not stop me with anything I wanted to do. It's good 
being a crutch for a submissive woman with an inferiority complex. 

I didn't fuck her ass for about a week after that first time. I wanted to give her a little time to soak it 
up. She told me that the whole ordeal made feel ashamed. She told me a lot of other bullshit too. 
I didn't care. But I did want to work it a bit. So, rather than just jump right back I worked it, telling 
her there was no shame in what we did while encouraging her to feel shame in subtle ways. 

When I did finally fuck her ass again it was very similar to the first time. She protested and 
complained. But, in the end, she still took it up her ass like I knew she would. 

Pretty soon, I was fucking her ass every night amid her protests. And, disgusted as she was by 
eating cum from her ass the first time, she never failed to do as commanded. 

Most surprising was that she didn't even protest a little when I began alternating from her ass to 
her mouth. She didn't even protest when I started having her clean my cock after I was done with 
her ass. That was a bit of a disappointment. Still, I had a little thrill knowing she hated doing it.

I am not certain how long we were in this little routine but it was for at least a few months. She 
never liked getting ass fucked or eating cum whether it was fresh from my cock or fresh from her 
ass. She did as commanded, without much protest even, but she never enjoyed it. 

Something that I found interesting was that she could never cum from sex. It didn't matter how 
long I took or what I did, she couldn't cum vaginally or anally. In fact, she told me, at some point, 
that she never liked how sex felt and that it always caused her discomfort. The only way she had 
ever cum was through clitoral stimulus with a vibrator.

I don't have a vibrator. I never bought her one. Really, her admission of her feelings toward sex 
only made things more enjoyable for me.

Eventually, I decided to try more ways to humiliate her. So, I took her out into my back yard and 
had her strip. And as she was stripping I told her exactly what I was going to do. Of course, she 
protested even as she cooperated.

Soon, she was on her knees, hands behind her back with her head back and mouth wide open. 
She was crying when the first stream of piss filled her mouth. She turned away, coughing and 
sputtering. Then she screamed at me for what I was doing. I only told her to get back into position 
and open her mouth. Unhappily, she did so.

This time she did not turn away. When I stopped the stream and told her to close her mouth and 
swallow she nodded "No" even as she closed her mouth, holding it in her mouth.  

"Swallow." I commanded her. As expected, she obeyed. And once she had swallowed her initial 
mouth full she got to enjoy doing so again. Soon, she had swallowed a bladder full of my piss. 
When all was said and done she remained on her knees, tears streaming from her eyes as I hose 
her off. 

I didn't bother to comfort her. I didn't really care how she felt. I did praise her a bit, bolstering her 
feeling of my approval. Somehow, that was enough for Mel. Somehow, that made everything all 
right for her. She was one fucked up girl and I was going to fuck her up some more.

A few weeks after her first piss swallowing she officially moved in with me. She held a rummage 
sale and sold most of the useless items and stored the rest in my garage. I was a bit surprised 
that it was so easy getting her to move in with me considering all that she had been through. But, 
she needed me. I was the only thing keeping her sane. I almost burst out laughing when she told 
me so.

It was about the fourth week after she began living with me that I had her quit her job. That was 
the last anyone ever saw of her. At least, it was the last time anyone of her old friends and 
acquaintances ever saw of her. 

As soon as she got home from her final day at work I locked a stainless steel collar on her neck 
and stainless steel cuffs on her wrists and ankles. And the only clothing she was allowed to wear 
at home were some red stiletto heels that I required her to wear at all times. 

She learned very quickly how handy it was to have her in permanent restraints. The first night in 
her cuffs I bound her to my bed. Her wrists were locked to my headboard and so were her ankles. 
She received her first beating followed by a good hard ass fucking. And though she cried, I never 
let up nor did I have mercy on her. When I came, pushing my cock into her mouth, I commanded 
she hold the viscous liquid in her mouth. An hour later she was allowed to swallow it down.

A month or so into living together she asked if she could have a serious talk with me. Of course, I 
agreed. During this talk she explained how she really did not like being fucked or giving blowjobs 
but that she understood that it was a necessary part of any relationship. She said she didn't much 
care for the bondage either but that she could endure it fairly easily. Also, she told me that she 
detested getting ass fucked and swallowing my piss. Then she had the audacity to ask me to 
please not fuck her ass or make her swallow piss anymore.

I told her that I understood. And I told her that I sympathized with her. Basically, I told her all of 
the bullshit that she needed to hear from me. And then I told her that I needed everything that I 
was doing to her and more. And then I told her I was likely to put her through worse ordeals.

Finally, I dropped the anchor on her head when I told her that I understood that she was leaving 
me and that I didn't blame her. We could remain friends if she wanted to do so and I would never 
have any bad feelings for her. 

I would have gagged at the things I was saying had I meant any one of them. But, I am a 
manipulator and cared only to have my own interests and lust satisfied.

As I predicted, she did not want to break up with me and she loved me and needed me and blah, 
blah, blah. Basically, I now had free reign to abuse her in any way I wanted because she 
understood that I had "unusual" needs. 

Besides, she told me how she knew that I needed and loved her and I was only taking out my 
aggressions on her as a result of some "deeply repressed emotions". It was like I was writing her 
lines for her.

The next weekend she spent sucking my cock and swallowing cum and piss. The only time when 
her mouth was not on my cock was when she was using the bathroom or getting something for 
me. As for me, I hardly moved that weekend.

As the months went by we settled into a nice routine. I would go to work every day and she would 
clean the house. When I arrived at home she was expected to be kneeling by the door with her 
hands behind her. As soon as I sat on the couch she was expected to unzip my fly and service 
me. After that she would fix us dinner and we would talk for a while – she always wanted to talk. 
The rest of the evening was up in the air as were the weekends.

Some time after we had settled into our routine I had an idea hit me. So, I sallied out into my 
garage and began designing a model for a new toy that Mel would hate. And, when I finally had 
the design laid out I put my sweat to it. Soon, I had a full working model that was ready to install 
in my house.

I am sure that she was curious about what I was doing, pulling up some carpet near a wall and 
then drilling holes in the floor beneath. I never told her what I was doing, she would find out soon 
enough. And once my preparations were finished I began installing my newest creation.

I bolted the round base to the floor. Then, I attached the platform to the base. It was round and 
about 2 feet in diameter and had a short rod jutting out of it that had a crank. Attached to the short 
rod was another, thicker rod that had a small seat like piece at the top and short threaded post 
sticking out from it. To this I attached a six-inch phallus that was three inches in diameter at the 
bottom two inches of the shaft and about two inches in diameter at the top four inches of the 
shaft.

Once I had the device assembled I told Mel to step up on to its base. Slowly and rather 
mournfully she approached, asking me for mercy after she realized what it was for. Once she was 
up on the base I backed her to the phallus that jutted from the tiny seat and began turning the 
crank at the bottom of the post.

Soon, the phallus was inside her ass with the thickest part just beginning to force entry. She 
squirmed and begged me not to make her take the thick part in her ass. For a change, I was 
merciful. I told her that she did not have to take the thickest part up her ass but that she would 
have to endure standing here for the next hour or so. 

I don't think I have to say that she was quite relieved. The phallus was rather large and likely to 
cause her quite a bit of pain. Too bad her relief was so short lived.

I stood back for a moment and admired how she looked standing on this "display stand", as I 
quickly named it. She was quite lovely standing with her legs slightly apart, a long rod pushing up 
from her feet and disappearing into her ass. 

Of course, I was not satisfied and had no intentions of leaving her like this. It was too easy. So, I 
had her lift her left foot so I could remove her red stiletto. After releasing that foot I performed the 
same task with the other foot. In a moment, she was standing on tip toe, trying with all of her 
might not to sink down onto the thickest part of the phallus.

One of the things that I liked most about my little invention was that it was a relatively safe little 
gadget. It was also not an easy thing to escape from, even with free arms. The phallus extended 
far enough into her ass to keep her from being able to jump from it. The tiny seat would keep her 
from sliding down to far on the phallus and hurting herself. And the seat, with the phallus 
protruding from the middle, was too small to use to help her off of it. I thought it the perfect torture 
device.

After only fifteen minutes of standing on her toes she was sweating profusely. It was clear that 
her calves were burning and that she would soon give out. Still she fought the inevitable, 
detesting what was already filling her ass while fearing what was soon to be in her ass.

After only thirty minutes she was flat footed and fully impaled on the thickest part of the phallus. 
She stood crying, begging me to take her down. I only smiled as I sat on the couch and flipped on 
the TV.

After about three hours, I took her down. She collapsed into my arms the moment she was free. 
Fro there, I carried her into the bathroom and showered with her. 

Once clean I took her to bed, locked her hands together and to the headboard for the night. Then, 
I rolled her to her belly and fucked her sore ass, rolling her over to cum in her mouth. She uttered 
not a word and put up no fight, only moaning a bit when I fucked her. 

She has since gotten used to the stand. It is a daily ordeal for her. From time to time I enlarge the 
size of the phallus. She is well capable of taking in a phallus the size of large beer bottle. She still 
doesn't like it, but she does it for me "because she knows I need her". 

I guess the human mind can rationalize anything.

I guess, it was about a year into living together that I started parading her around a couple of my 
friends. Actually, it was her choice to parade around them. Previously, I had put her in the 
bedroom on the display stand until my friends had left. 

When I gave her the choice of being naked in front of my friends or enduring the display stand for 
hours at a time, she chose against the stand. It was an unhappy choice, but it was relatively easy 
for her.

Since she was out and about, in her heels, I determined to make good use of her. She was 
required to serve us by getting us drinks or food or whatever suited us at the moment. 

Initially, my friends were a bit uneasy around her. They weren't exactly sure what to make of it or 
how to treat her. After only a few times of enjoying her parading around, they became more 
comfortable with the situation.

It was soon after that when one of my friends mentioned how lucky I was to have a girl like her. 
He told me that he dreamed of having a girl that he could control the way I did. So, I sold her to 
him for a day. For only two hundred dollars he could do whatever he wanted to do to her. My only 
stipulation was that he couldn't hurt her or leave any marks.

When I revealed my plan to Mel she was furious. After a short talking to and a few tears, she 
agreed to do it for me. And all it took was a "I don't know why I want this but I do" and a "It will 
make me so happy". Before long, three of my friends were regular customers, using her for 
menial chores and to fuck and humiliate.  

I had her down pat. She was eager to please, suffered from feeling inferior and she loved me. 
Besides, she told me that I would eventually see how much I loved her and that what I was doing 
to her was wrong. Eventually, she knew that we would be married and have kids and all of this 
would be forgotten. 

Too fucking easy, if you ask me.


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The men listening to the story looked at their friend in amazement. All were wondering exactly 
what the point was to the story and just how much was fact and how much was fiction.

He left his seat, crossing the room to open a door. He beckoned to the men to follow him. 

The room was well lit but not harshly so. In a corner in the room stood a girl dressed only in red 
stiletto heels. Her breasts were ridiculously large and her waist was almost two small for her. And, 
though she was attractive, there was something entirely odd about her strange shape, and the 
platform that she stood on was very similar to what he had described in his story. 

"This one", he explained, pointing at the stand "is the model that I am putting on the market to sell 
to other people with similar interests. So, if anyone wants one, let me know and I will be glad to 
build one for you." 

Then, he walked to the girl, knelt down and removed her shoes. 

"She hates this, you know?" he said, grinning. "No matter how many times this thing has sunk into 
her ass, she fights it. It's quite enjoyable to watch."

They all watched the girl struggle to keep herself from sliding further down onto the phallus. 
Before long she was sweating and grimacing as she fought the inevitable. He simply continued 
describing some of the things he had done to her, ignoring her stress.

"I had her breasts enlarged from whatever size they were to this ridiculous basketball size." he 
told them. "The reason her waist is so small is because I had a couple of ribs removed, as well. I 
sort of have a fetish for extreme femininity to the point of freakishness."

The room was silent as they watched her struggle on the pole. After many minutes of struggle 
she began losing her strength and started sinking down onto the thickest part of the phallus. 
Sweat was rolling down her body and she had begun whimpering as she sunk further down.

"Tonight, I have some fun plans. And you are all invited to witness it" he told the men. "First, I 
have a dog trainer coming over. He is bringing a couple of trained dogs for her entertainment. 
Anyone willing to pay to see it can stay. Anyone who doesn't pay can leave. By the way, she has 
never fucked a dog before."

Mel snapped to attention when she heard what he was saying. Still, she said nothing, knowing 
she would endure whatever terribly humiliation he had planned, no matter how much she hated 
it..

He was in front of her, smiling. His hands pushed through her hair and he kissed her cheek. "You 
make me so happy and proud" he whispered. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I need this, but I do.

Assured of his love, she was certain that his abuse of her was almost at an end. He only needed 
to get these terrible things out of his system. Once they were purged, she knew they would settle 
down and get married. Then they could lead a happy and normal life together.

"Please don't make me fuck the dogs "she whispered to him. "Please. I will fuck all of your friends 
and not complain. You can let them piss on me or in me. But, please, don't make me do this."

He grasped her head in his hands. Looking into her eyes, he smiled. "It will make me very happy 
if you do this for me" he whispered. "It's what I need."

By the time the dog trainer arrived Mel was standing flat footed and crying. Her ass was 
thoroughly stretched and she was in quite a bit of discomfort. Still, the trainer and the beasts that 
entered the room caught her attention and she began to cry.  

As the dogs were paraded about the room, her mind went into an angry frenzy and she 
determined to free herself from this horrible scene. Her voice croaked out an unintelligible 
command to let her go but no one heard. 

She looked around the room, wondering how to free herself from this terrible place and time and 
life. Another unintelligible word came forth from her mouth. Instantly, he was there, finger to her 
mouth. 

"Hush, darling. Hush" he whispered.

Much to her dismay, she obeyed his command for quiet. In that moment her determination was 
replaced by resignation. The hold he had over her was too strong and she realized that she would 
do anything he told her to do. She would fight. In the end, though, she knew she would obey him. 
She knew, too, that she was about to become a dog fucker, regardless of how it disgusted her.

Suddenly, she was free. The phallus had been removed from her ass and she could move freely. 
She stepped from the stand and immediately fell to her knees, her legs giving out. 

His voice called out to her, commanding she crawl to the center of the room and to lie down on 
her back on the bench. She looked over and saw the bench that was not there before, realizing it 
must have been brought by the dog trainer. Then she drifted over to it and lay down on her back, 
as commanded.

Then she was lifting her legs and bringing them up to her chest as the voice had told her. 
Moments later, her legs had been pushed so that her knees were at her sides, a wide leather 
strap holding them in place. Above her head, hands were grasping her ankles and pushing them 
down so that her legs were straight and she was completely doubled and straining at the 
bondage. 

A strange voice made a sound and then he was on her. He was large and black and his legs 
wrapped around her. On command she reached to the dogs cock and guided him into her sex. In 
an instant, she was being pounded hard by the large beast and grunting with every thrust. 

The dog jerked hard and thrust his knot into her sex, stretching her suddenly. And then she felt 
the warmth of the beasts ejaculate as he pumped into her. And then he was gone and she closed 
her eyes, shame and humiliation washing over her.

She opened them to see the face of the man she loved. He was smiling at her, telling her what a 
good girl she was and how she was pleasing him. Suddenly, she was warm and no longer 
ashamed. 

And then another dog was on her. This time she was commanded to guide him into her ass. 
Without thought, she was obeyed. And then, the dog was pumping his cock into her ass, 
pounding his cock mercilessly into her.

Suddenly, she felt a pop. Pain rippled through her and she knew that he had pushed his knot into 
her ass. He gripped her tighter and thrust deeper shooting his cum into her. For several minutes 
after he remained on top of her, jerking spasmodically. Suddenly, he ripped free, pulling his knot 
from her ass with another pop. 

She lay on the bench, staring at the ceiling. Her life had become surreal and she was battling with 
herself and what she had become. And finally, after what seemed like a hundred assaults, she 
was released from her bonds and left on her knees beside the bench.

At the foot of the bench was a wide and shallow bowl. She hardly noticed its presence until she 
heard his command. "Clean up dog cum in the bowl under you, Mel." he said.

She looked at the bowl and began crying. "I can't" she said, even as she crawled to it. And then, 
lowering her head, she began licking the disgusting mess that resided in the bowl. 

Later that evening, after he had taken the time to bathe her, he held her in his arm. His words 
were soft and kind and he praised her for her actions. She cried, disgusted and humiliated at 
what she had done. And still, despite all that she had been put through, she felt happy that she 
had made him so happy. And she became certain that her terrible ordeals were near to ending.

It was, however, only the beginning for her. Over the next several years this scenario would be 
played out over and over again. Sometimes she would fuck one beast and sometimes many. 
Sometimes they would only fuck her sex and other times only her ass and sometimes both. Still 
she served. And much to her dismay it became easier and easier with each repeat. 

On those rare occasions when she had a reprieve from his perversions she would reflect on her 
life. It was those times when she would steel herself to leave him. She thought it bad enough that 
he had made a whore of her. But to be a whore for animals was beyond thought. 

To be sure, she hated everything about her life except for him. And since she loved him so much, 
she felt that she had to endure the terrible things that he put her through.

She knew, deep down, that he needed her. She told him so many times. Eventually, she knew, 
he would see the error of his ways and make up for all of the heartache and humiliation that she 
had suffered for him. It had to be that way…how could it be otherwise?

Never was anyone so wrong. 

He never batted an eye when he told her that he was leaving her. She was too freakish for him 
with her ridiculously oversized breasts and that miniature waist. Besides, he told her, "How can I 
ever respect or love someone who fucks animals?"
