The fat woman sewed my vagina like an expert. I was in pain, but it wasn’t excruciating. What was frightening was the horrible humiliation of being sealed, of being shut down without being asked for my opinion. It was her desire, I was her toy, her doll, her miserable fucksow. Stitch after stitch I felt like the needle went in and out of one side of one of my lips, ran the thread to the other lip to go back in and then out, stitch after stitch like a seamstress, until the fat woman finished. I was totally stitched up as if a professional doctor had done it or a spider had spun its web over my pussy. The fat woman, one of the kinkiest lesbians I’ve ever met, finally smiled when she saw her play finished.
Mistress Marylou said: “Now, Good girl Karla, you fucking slave, you will have your prize: your special dinner”.
Mistress Marylou and the fat woman went out and only Marylou came back with a tray of three stainless steel doggie dishes, all overflowing with food. At one end a delicious stew with sausage and chorizo, in the other freshly served wet black caviar … and in the center the contents of several packets of dog food. All the food was greasy.
Marylou sat in the chair to watch me: “Good appetite, sow, eat your reward. And I, on all fours, buried my mouth in each plate and ate, ate, chewed, burped, licked and sucked, sipped the liquids while my hips moved with happiness as I beat my beautiful face on the three plates until it was smeared with fat: chin, neck, cheeks, nose, eyelids, forehead. I was, at last, the perfect submissive sow that my heart cries out to be.
TO BE CONTINUED