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In the first part of this story, Emma told of her introduction to the joys of degrading and abusing her wimp father, and how she determined to find a husband of her own to dominate for her pleasure. She now tells of her search, and final capture of the perfect victim.

 

Chapter 2 Finding a Husband

 

As I mentioned before, I had had so much fun from the age of 16 using my father as spittoon, toilet and whipping boy, that I set out to search for the perfect man to be my very own slave/husband.

Over the next couple of years I dated lots of guys, all very different. A lot of them were good fun, and many were a great fuck, but none were the sort who would submit to the sort of treatment I had in mind. Then I met John.

I first saw him from across the room in a coffee bar. He was 21 then, quite good looking in an effeminate sort of way. He was only 5'2" and very slightly built, and looked just the sort of docile submissive type I was after. Though I say it myself, I looked pretty good, with my long, black hair, big boobs and long shapely legs. A lot of people had told me I had a look of Courtney Cox about me, so I was quite confident about snaring this young man.

I sidled over to where he was sitting, and began chatting to him. He looked amazed that I would want to talk to him, and I knew then that before long, I would have him eating out of my hand. Before I left that day, we had made a date to see each other again.

Over the next few months, I led him on, with long necking sessions allowing him the odd grope outside my clothes. On occasion, to further inflame him, I would put my hand down the front of his trousers and play with his tiny cock. 

He confided in me that he was a little worried that it was too small, but I reassured him that it was just fine. This was quite true, because I had no intention of using him for sex; I would get that elsewhere from real, well endowed men. I had other ideas for this little wimp!

My plan worked perfectly. Within three months, John was declaring his undying love for me and asking me to marry him. He really was obsessed with me, and obviously the jealous type, something else I would enjoy exploiting. In the beginning, I turned down all his proposals, telling him that I expected too much of a husband. The man I married, I told him would have to do things for me, and submit to other things that most men would find distasteful, and even disgusting. Having no idea what I really meant, or not thinking about it, he assured me he would do anything for me, as he loved me so much. 

One evening, we went out for dinner and I decided to experiment to see how far I could go. I sat next to him on a bench at our table, and told him to face me. Holding his head steady with one hand, I spat full in his face, putting my other hand on his crotch at the same time. I felt his little cock twitch at my outrageous action.

"You get off on being treated badly, don't you John?" I teased him, as I prevented him from wiping my spit from his face.

"I can't help it," he replied, his face reddening. "It just excites me when you behave dominantly towards me."

"Well you will suffer a lot worse humiliations than being spat on if you were my husband," I assured him.

"I told you before," he replied. "I would put up with anything to be married to you."

"Would you put up with a six month engagement with no sex?" I asked him. "And when I say no sex, I mean your cock being locked up so that you are unable to come, to prove your fidelity?"

"As long as I could have you at the end of the six months," he said. "It would be a small price to pay." I smiled wickedly to myself.

Just then, the waitress came to take our order. She was a pleasant looking redhead, about 45 who looked very worldly wise. She smiled at me when she saw John's spit covered face.

"I see you treat him the same way I treat my husband," she laughed. "He looks like a sissy, like this one. They deserve to be spat on and more!"

"Would you like to show me how you treat your man?" I asked, as John looked at me horrified.

"Sure," she smiled. "Open your mouth sissy boy!"

John looked at me, and I repeated the woman's order. As he opened his mouth, the waitress sniffed deeply, made a loud hawking sound and deposited a huge gob of saliva and snot into my boyfriend's mouth. Although he gagged as he swallowed the slimy mess, I noticed once again that his cock twitched. He was definitely going to be my husband!

As we walked home after the meal, I told John that I would be prepared to get engaged under my terms, and if he were able to accept my treatment of him over a six-month period, we would marry in July. He was over the moon, and told me that he would be a good Fiancé and a good husband. I told him to come to my house the following day, and I would arrange to fit a cock cage on him. Once that was done, I said, we would tell people we were officially engaged.

Next day, John's eyes widened and his mouth fell open, as I greeted him at my house in one of my sexiest night-dresses. I took him straight to my bedroom, and told him to strip so I could fit his cock cage.

"Couldn't we just...?" he started, gazing at my luscious body.

"Not until our wedding day," I insisted, knowing that I was lying through my teeth.

Resignedly, he stood still as I fitted the chastity device, and I announced that we were now officially engaged and kissed him warmly.

"Although you can't have sex," I told him. "I don't see why you can't have a look at my pussy. Come to the bathroom."

Once there, I told John to sit in the bath. He looked at me quizzically, but did as I told him. I then climbed in myself, straddled his face and lifted the night-dress.

"Do you like my black haired pussy darling?" I asked him.

"Oh it's beautiful!" he gasped. I can't wait until I put my cock in there."

"Well for now," I laughed. "Just open your mouth wide."

"What for?" John queried, totally confused.

"Because I am going to piss in your mouth John, and you are going to drink it all," I replied simply.

"But that is disgusting!" he exclaimed. "It's perverse, I couldn't do that."

"Very well," I snapped, letting the night-dress drop. "That must be the shortest engagement on record, go pick up your clothes and leave."

"Alright," he shouted, panicking at the thought of losing me. "I will do it, please Emma I don't want us to split up."

Smiling triumphantly, I lifted the night-dress and placed my pussy right over his now wide-open mouth. I let go a steady stream of piss, and giggled at the sound of him gurgling as he struggled to drink it all.

"How did it taste?" I asked him, after I had got him to lap up the last few drops from my pussy.

"To be honest, it was horrible," he replied. "I only put up with it so as not to lose you." That pleased me, as I did not want him to enjoy it.

I told him he had started well by agreeing to drink my piss, and then sent him home telling him to come back at the same time next day. 

On his return next day, John once again found himself sitting in the bath.

"Are you going to piss in my mouth again Emma?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes darling," I replied. "But there is something else I have to do first."

With that, I turned to face away from him, and pushed my trim white ass into his face.

"You are not serious?!" he exclaimed, his face turning white.

"Oh yes," I responded. "If you are going to be my husband, you will need to learn how to eat my shit."

"But drinking piss is bad enough," he complained.

"Up to you," I replied. "You either eat shit, or you are out of here!"

Extremely reluctantly, John opened his mouth and placed it close to my asshole. I began to strain, and farted right into his mouth two or three times. He coughed and gagged at the taste and smell. Eventually, a log began to slide out, and I ordered him to catch it. As I turned, it was half in and half out of his mouth. I crammed it all in with my hand.

"Open your mouth John, let me see my shit in there," I commanded.

 

All toilet training pictures are taken from OWK - Other World Kingdom

 

 

 

 

 

He opened his mouth slightly, and I could see the soft brown filth mixed with his saliva.

"Now let me see you eat," I ordered. "Chew it nicely, savour the taste, you are going to be enjoying that taste an awful lot in future!"

With a look of disgust on his face, my Fiancé chewed on my shit, gagging constantly. When he finally got it down, I told him to get ready for the next portion. He pleaded that he felt sick, but I showed him no compassion, making him eat a further two logs before filling his mouth with piss.

"I don't know if I can stand doing that again," he moaned.

"Oh you will," I replied softly. "Because you need me, don't you darling?"

He looked at me with sad eyes, and I knew that he did. I told Mom and the other ladies all about what had happened, and they were delighted. They decided that we should have a surprise engagement party for the unsuspecting John, and I called him telling him to come round on Saturday evening. 

John arrived on Saturday, to be greeted by me in a short black transparent night-dress. He assumed that, as before, we had the house to ourselves. I got him to strip, but instead of taking him to the bathroom as he expected, I pointed him towards the lounge. As we entered, I locked the door quietly, just as John realised we were not alone.

Mom, Aunt Jean, Grandma and my sister Jane were all sitting around, dressed in similar little black night-dresses to mine, showing lots of bare white flesh. They were all in a good mood, having been drinking for a little while. John of course was mortified, being caught naked in front of women he had never met before. I pointed out who everyone was, and told the ladies that this was John my Fiancé. They all looked up and smiled at him. 

"I hope he is hungry and thirsty," laughed Aunt Jean, and the rest of us laughed out loud, leaving John even more confused and disorientated.

"I don't understand," he began. "Why is everyone in nightwear?"

"Because it will be much more convenient for us," Grandma cut in. "To just lift them up when we use your sissy mouth as a toilet!" We all laughed again.

"Oh no," exclaimed John, trying to make for the door. "I am not going to submit to that, you are all sick!" He soon realised that he could not leave.

"Just sit down boy!" growled Grandma, as she opened the door and called upstairs.

A few moments later, Daddy came down in the same state of undress as John.

"Get in the middle of the room, and spread your legs," she ordered Daddy. "I need to show this boy what happens when we don't get our way."

John looked bemused, and then gasped audibly, as Grandma's bare foot smashed into Daddy's balls, causing him to scream out and drop to his knees. 

"Now," said Grandma, turning to John. "Are you going to eat my shit for me tonight?"

"Y-yes Ma'am," he stammered, his face white. Grandma sat down, satisfied.

"Who was that man?" John whispered to me.

"Oh that's Daddy," I replied. "Normally he would be swallowing all our piss and shit, but tonight you are going to do it, in order to get to know all the family."

Mom got up, and took John by the hand.

"Now John, you just call me Mom," she said sweetly. "You are going to get to know us all very intimately, so why not start with your future mother in law? Kneel down for me, there's a good boy."

Looking rather frightened, John knelt before Mom as she raised the night-dress to her waist. Telling him to put his hands on her ass, she encouraged him to kiss her pussy repeatedly. It was highly amusing to see my red-faced wimp kissing the pussy of a woman he had just met, and who was old enough to be his mother.

After a few minutes, Mom turned her back to John, and spread her ass cheeks.

"Kiss that asshole John," she ordered. "Please your new Mom."

"You will be the best asshole kisser in town by the time we have finished with you," laughed my sister. "You will be intimate with more female assholes than anybody!" This caused us all to start giggling again.

Mom then demanded John French kiss her asshole, getting him to get a flavour of the shit she would be dropping into his mouth later on. He complained that the taste was foul, and she responded that he would have real reason to complain after he had swallowed five different kinds of shit.

John was left alone for a while after that, until Grandma announced she needed a dump. Without a word, she pointed to the floor in the middle of the room, which had now been covered by a rubber sheet. Already frightened by her, John quickly lay on his back, and Grandma squatted over his face.

"You want my shit boy?" she enquired.

"Yes ma'am," answered John quickly.

We all watched with amusement at the sight of the young boy under the ass of a much older woman, a huge dark brown log slid into his mouth. It was far too big for him, and Grandma tried to force it all in with her bare foot causing him to struggle.

"That's it Mom," laughed Aunt Jean. "Choke the little bastard with your shit!"

When she could get no more in, Grandma smeared the rest of her shit over John's face, making him look even more stupid. He chewed urgently on the log, trying to swallow it all before he choked. When he had finished, Grandma made him lick her asshole spotlessly clean, before placing the sole of her foot over his mouth.

"Lick it clean boy," she ordered. "I hope you like feet, you are going to spend a lot of time in future licking mine and sucking my toes, making sure they are nice and clean."

John cleaned the shit covered foot, and Grandma sat back down. Jane brought over a bucket and put it by John's head, telling him he would be needing it a few times that night.

Over the next couple of hours, John was used by my family. They all taunted him with their pussies and assholes, making him lick and kiss them, before asking them to use him as their shithole. Just after Jane had finished with him, I knelt by his head.

"Does their shit taste as good as mine?" I asked him.

He sobbed that they all tasted foul, that he felt extremely sick and could take no more. I told him I could not care less how he felt, and to open his mouth because he still had my shit to eat. With a groan, he did as he was told, and I had great pleasure in filling his mouth once again with my evil smelling waste.

When we could piss and shit no more, I told John to get cleaned up, and showed him to the door. He was in a terrible state, and looked quite ill.

"It's no good Emma," he whined. "I can't take this, it's over between us." With that, he rushed off.

Call me conceited if you like, but I knew I had him and that he would not be able to stay away from me. It took three days, but sure enough he turned up on the doorstep, begging to come back to me. I let him in with a huge grin of victory on my face. I took him straight to my bedroom, and told him to wait for me. I then went to see Grandma and Jane to tell them, and ask them to come up when I called. Returning to John, I told him he had some catching up to do. 

"First of all," I said. "I have not had my ass wiped since you left, and it is in a terrible state. You had better get on your knees and lick it clean for starters."

I whipped off my panties, and pushed my ass into his face.

It must have taken him more than an hour to clean all that dried shit up, and he complained of a very dry mouth when he had finished. After getting him to strip, I took him to the bathroom and treated him to a bladderfull of piss. Then I made him kneel before the toilet bowl. His face dropped, as I lifted the seat to reveal three days worth of my unflushed shit. I pushed his head roughly into the mess, and told him to start eating, as he would not leave the room until he had swallowed it all. Not daring to complain, he carefully picked up each log and ate it. How he managed to get it all down without throwing up, I will never know.

When I was satisfied, I told him that I was pleased with him but felt he needed to be punished for walking out on me. He agreed to submit to my wishes, and I called out to Jane and Grandma. The two of them entered the bathroom in their short towelling robes.

"Has he eaten all the shit?" asked Jane. I replied that he had.

"Good," she went on. "Time for dessert, get on your knees boy!"

When he complied, she pulled his head back viciously and told him to open up.

"What are you going to do?" John asked apprehensively.

"I'm going to show you what I had for lunch!" she grinned, and then pushed two fingers down her throat.

The first time she gagged, but only spat a load of saliva into his mouth. The second try however sent a huge load of vomit directly into his mouth, which he was forced to swallow.

"No more please!" he spluttered.

"Just keep your mouth open!" Jane yelled, and then sent another load nearly as big as the last into his mouth.

Grandma and I laughed at the sight of him spluttering as he swallowed the vomit. After that, he was violently sick into the toilet bowl, bring up all my shit, Jane's vomit and some vomit of his own. We let him clean up, and then Grandma told him to stand in front of her.

"You have seen how Grandma punishes Daddy," I told John. "Well she is going to do that to you now, so that you know you must not walk out on me or upset me again. Do you understand?" He nodded resignedly.

Grandma kicked off her slippers to reveal her beautifully shaped, unblemished feet. They were quite large for a woman, but ideal for her favourite punishment activity.

"Do you want me to go easy the first time?" she asked me.

"Oh no Grandma," I replied. He has upset me, I want you to hurt him every bit as much as you hurt Daddy."

"I was hoping you would say that," she smiled, and prepared to punish John.

"Please don't," the little woos pleaded, his legs apart and hands on his head.

"I love it when they beg," smiled Grandma. "It just makes me kick them harder!"

With that, she swung her leg back, and kicked John square in the balls harder than I had ever seen before. John screamed, to the delight of the three of us, and slumped to the floor clutching his balls.

"Kiss Grandma's foot and thank her for correcting you," I ordered my sobbing boyfriend. 

How we laughed as he pressed his lips to the foot that had just mashed his balls and uttered a pathetic thank you. 

After the punishment, we took John back downstairs for a conference with the rest of the family. It was decided (by us, not him) that he would give up his rented apartment and move in with us, sleeping in my bed. Having no choice, John agreed, and moved his stuff in the next day.

After John moved in, I told him, to his relief, that he would only have to serve Jane and I as a toilet on a daily basis, as Mom, Grandma and Aunt Jean would be using Daddy. I pointed out that the other ladies would use him occasionally, to make him aware he belonged to all the family. I also informed him that all the ladies would participate in his cock teasing.

"Cock teasing?" he enquired. "What do you mean?"

"Well," I explained. "You have been wearing that cage for a little while now, do you feel frustrated?"

"Yes I do, to tell the truth," he replied. "Especially when you and all the other ladies walk around in little or nothing."

"That is deliberate," I advised him. "But we intend to make the frustration even more painful for you. Come here."

He came over to me, and I undressed him, removed the cock cage and told him to go to Jane's room where she was waiting for him. He returned about two hours later, tears running down his face, and his little cock stiff and throbbing.

"What's wrong darling?" I asked, with mock concern.

"Jane has been teasing and taunting me," he explained. "She kissed me for over an hour, rubbing her naked body against me, and then had me licking her breasts, pussy and ass for another hour. Please Emma, can't I just have a little relief?"

I took his head, and gently but firmly pushed his head down between my thighs. Then I had him lapping at my pussy for another hour and a half, until he was sobbing uncontrollably with frustration. It must have taken twenty minutes for his tiny erection to subside, before I could replace his cock cage, kiss him goodnight and tell him to go to sleep.

It was about the time that the cock teasing began that a nice new turn to the story occurred. Nice for me, at least.

John and I had been invited to a party given by an old school friend of mine. As we arrived, I noticed John look over to a corner of the room.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, seeing the look of horror on his face.

"That big guy over there," he replied. "He was at school with me, and bullied me unmercifully."

I looked across, to see this huge man, at least 6'6" and extremely muscular. He looked really impressive, and was incredibly good looking. I felt a tingle in my pussy as I looked at him.

"Don't be silly," I told John. "That was ages ago. Let's go and say hello."

Reluctantly, John followed me over. I introduced myself to the man, who I found out was called Tony, and explained I was John's Fiancee.

"Well, well, Little white dick," laughed Tony, as he recognised John. "You are engaged to him? Surely he can't satisfy a pretty girl like you?"

"Well we haven't had sex yet," I told him. "I won't allow it until after the wedding."

"That figures," Tony said. "But you must get a bit frustrated sometimes."

"Yes I do," I replied, with a twinkle in my eye. "I do get tempted when I look at other men sometimes."

John's face was a picture as I flirted openly with his old enemy.

"Would you like to dance?" Tony asked me, and I readily agreed. 

He took me on to the dance floor, and immediately held me tight. As we danced, he subtly groped my ass, and pushed himself against me. The bulge I felt in the front of his trousers was very impressive. We danced for ages without going back to John, and Tony became more and more forward, openly kissing me on the lips in front of my Fiancé. 

I loved the miserable look on John's face as I responded eagerly to Tony's kisses. Finally, Tony whispered something in my ear, and went to the bathroom. I went over to John.

"I really don't like you dancing with him," he whined. "Especially when he keeps kissing and groping you. You should tell him to stop"

"For your information," I spat. "I am having a great time with a real man for a change. In fact Tony has just told me he wants to take me home and fuck me tonight, and I have agreed."

"No, please Emma," he pleaded. "I can't bear the thought of another man touching you, especially when I can't."

"You will have to get used to it," I responded. "Now go home, and wait for me. I will be back tonight, thoroughly fucked, if I know Tony, and I want you to see what he has done to me." 

John went off, with his tail between his legs, and Tony and I left shortly after.

I got home about 1 a.m., and John was still awake when I returned. I slipped off my clothes, and went over to the bed.

"Look what he has done, John," I began. "He has put love bites all over my neck, my tits and my thighs. He really is a passionate man, he fucked me three times, and I sucked him off once. I bet you wish that had been you. Look at the mess he has made of my pussy, kneel down and suck that goo out of me will you?"

I laughed out loud as the wimp sucked out the cum that Tony had pumped into me, overcome with jealousy and frustration. I told him that I had never been fucked so well, and that he had better get used to seeing Tony around, as he was my new boyfriend.

"Does that mean you won't marry me?" he sniffed.

"No," I replied. "You will be my husband, but he will be my boyfriend. He will be getting most of the sex with me, and you will have to accept being a cuckold."

And that is how it was. On my wedding day, I stood at the altar holding on to Tony's hand. His cum was running down my leg from the energetic fucking he had given me before we left home. On my right stood my husband to be, looking queasy due to the shit and piss swilling round in his stomach, courtesy of Mom and Aunt Jean. Behind me stood Daddy, equally full of female waste, thanks to Grandma and Jane. I smiled as I looked at John's face. He did not know it yet, but he was never going to be allowed to fuck me, in fact the cage he was wearing would now be permanent except for the odd occasion when one of us ladies fancied bringing him to tears of frustration. I would of course make it worse by forcing him to watch while Tony fucked me royally. 

 

 

 

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