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   Dairies of Juliet Copyright 2002 Juliet Merri

   bdsm/nc sex/humiliation/toilet

   *Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.*

   07 June



   Getting home I soak in a long hot bath.  As much as to feel clean as to
warm up.  It was really chilly last night and my building has turned the
heat off to turn the AC on.  I soaked in the tub and my legs start to warm
up.  I can feel the heat seeping in.

   I wash tenderly.  It's going to be days before I can sit properly and
forget riding a bike right now.  Gingerly I get out of the tub and towel
off.  I want something to eat, some hot tea.  A good movie.  Living alone
has it's advantages and I can walk throughout my house in nothing more than
a towel.

   The tea is good and I settle on a bagel with cream cheese to go along
with it.  I'm not supposed to eat dairy.  It makes me break out and rashy
but I do it anyway.  A benadryl before bed and I'll sleep all night and no
rash in the morning.  This is heaven to me.  The house is quiet and dark
and I can think about everything.

   Sometimes I wonder why I do what I do.  I tell myself that I won't go
back, I will not do what he wants but I do it anyway.  I don't understand
the hold that this one man has on me.  But it's there and it's been there
for years.  He knows I whore around online and have phonesex with other
men. He doesn't care as long as it doesn't interfere with his pleasure.  He
likes it when I do it and I really don't want too.  But a man will have
saved my number and call me out of the blue in the middle of the night. 
Panting, cock in hand, telling me to get him off.  I do it.  Even if I'm
not horny.  I guess I just like to be used.

   I want to watch a movie.  I love movies.  Of course there is nothing on
cable.  That's a law, like physics.  Nothing can be on when you want to
watch a movie.  So I go looking through tapes and find Kiss the Girls. 
MMMM MMMM!  I love this movie.  I know you are thinking of the movie and
smiling now.  The kidnapping, the forced submission, keeping a stable of
bitches to amuse and serve you.  I like it, too.  Imagine the sheer terror
of it.  Except he doesn't fuck her in the movie and she runs away.  I
consider that a tragedy.  I'd like to see him bend her over the kitchen
counter, holding her there, ripping away her thin trousers and fucking her
right then and there.  Slamming it into her, dry or wet.  Doesn't matter to
him if it hurts her, he's going to get his cock off and that is all that
matters.  I think I'd like the movie more then.  I watch it and turn it off
when she runs away.  Stupid cunt.

   I realize I'm horny again.  I play with my clit a bit, spreading my legs
on the couch.  The towel drops away and I can spread my legs better.  I
lean back into the couch and play with my cunt.  It hurts but I don't care.
I want to feel myself cum even though it hurts.  Feel it through the hurt.
That's when the phone rings.  I hate the phone.

   Answering in a "what the fuck do you want tone" I hear a voice I haven't
heard for awhile.  My mood instantly improves.  This man I'll call him WM
for the moment used to call me all the time.  He stopped for awhile until
we ran into one another on IRC again.  He's his usual charming self.

   "What's up, bitch?" He has a heavy, dark voice.  "You still love me? 
Want to fuck yourself for me?"

   "Sure" I say.  What else can I say?  I'm getting wet at the thought of
our little games together.

   He tells me to find three things to fuck with and get the digital
camera. He wants proof.  I carry the phone with me as I select three
things. One a regular dildo, next a glass that's a bit larger and the third
item is a bottle that I keep just for him.  I grab some lube and my towel
and head to my bedroom.

   "What have you got, bitch?" He growls and I can tell he's stroking
himself.  I can always tell when a man is working his cock.  Their voices
change ever so slightly.

   I tell him what I have and he's pleased.  He keeps asking me if I'm
going to ever get a baseball bat and I tell him maybe but I won't.  Well,
maybe I won't.  We'll see.  I set up the camera and everything on the bed
and then put the headset into the phone so I can work freely.

   Resting back on the bed he describes how he wants to meet me and push me
against a wall.  On my knees and fuck my face so hard my head bangs off the
wall.  I listen to him and play with my cunt a bit.  He really wants to
hurt me.  He loves the idea of knocking me unconscious.  We talk and he
tells me to start fucking myself with the dildo.  That I need to lube it up
good.  He hopes my cunt is dry and I am just fucking because he's told me
to.  So I press the dildo against my cunt lips.  Spreading them a bit with
my fingers.  Ooooohhhh..  it's still sore.  God this is going to hurt.

   He can hear the whine in my voice and he thinks it's because I'm dry. 
"Do it you fucking bitch." He's enjoying this.  "Tell me when it's all the
way in that cunt of yours, whore." I shove it in because I know that's what
he wants.  I gasp out loud and sort of arch my back.  My legs spread wide.
Arching my back keeps my cunt from being able to push it out.  I grab the
camera and take a couple of pictures.  He'll see the bruises from last
night but I don't care.  He won't care either.  He loves the fact other men
use me.

   I tell him it's all the way in and he tells me to fuck like a whore.  I
do it.  Getting up on my knees and riding up and down on the cock.  Fucking
because he told me too and for no other reason.  That starts making me wet.
He's rubbing his cock and calling me names.  He tells me to pull the dildo
out and grab the glass.  It's wider but my cunt is well lubed and relaxed.
I ease down onto it and start riding it slowly.  He tells me faster.

   He starts counting 1,2,1,2..  that's how fast he wants me to pump.  To
match the movements of his hands I think.  I do it.  The glass working in
deeper with each stroke.  My tits bouncing, my hair falling in my face.  He
tells me to lean back and take pictures.  I do it.  The glass is clear and
he'll see the walls of my cunt though it.  I have to hold back from cumming
now.  He doesn't like it when I cum and I act like more of a whore when I
don't cum.

   After I set the camera down he tells me to use the bottle.  It's made of
plastic and has ridges up and down it.  It's big and it is hard to get it
all the way inside.  He tells me to kneel over it and work my ass.  I am
breathing harder now and he gets me to say all sorts of things like I'm a
whore who will fuck anything anytime.  He's right.  I am a whore.  I love
this.  I love that he's telling me how to fuck, what to fuck.  I'm just a
cunt that will do whatever he says.  God this feels so good.

   I can hear him now.  He wants a picture of this.  I take one.  I shove
the bottle in as deep as I can.  Biting back the pain so he can see how
well I've fucked for him.  I spread my legs and take close ups of my juicy
cunt swallowing this bottle.  He tells me to take it out.  He says I can
only put my fingers back inside.  I have to try to fist myself.  This is
very hard.  I start fingering and he is listening to my efforts.  I can get
four fingers in but I'm scared.  He tells me to put more lube on and curl
my thumb under a bit.  I do it.  It goes in up to my knuckles.  Maybe a bit
more.  He tells me to take a picture.

   Taking the picture is hard but I do it.  He'll have a wonderful e-mail
in the morning.  He's said he's posted pics of my cunt on web sites.  I
don't doubt it.  He loves the idea of men getting off on me.  He tells me
that I need to keep fucking myself with my hand while he cums.  I do it.  I
describe how it feels.  How much I love being his whore.  I wish it was his
hand.  He'd force the whole thing in, I know.  He'd laugh at me as he
fisted me and probably slap me around.  I'd just have to lay there and take
it.  Unable to move with his hand deep inside my cunt.  I realize I would
love that and I tell him that.  Tell him I want him to beat me.  Use me. 
Turn me into a whore and have his friends fuck me.  I am almost incoherent
in my sheer nastiness.  He loves this and he cums.  Hard.  Groaning and
grunting.  I am so close but that doesn't matter.  It only matters that I'm
used as I should be.  Laying there with my hand up inside my cunt for some
man I've never met.