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I met Lina at a family reunion. Don’t worry. We’re not blood relatives, but considering how things turned out, that would have been a fairly minor embarrassment. Lina is my cousin’s, wife’s sister. Confusing, I know.
This was about 2 years ago at a beautiful upstate winery. I saw Lina when she arrived and I was transfixed. She wore a summer dress that blew around in the wind. She had blonde hair then and a body that made everyone turn their heads. Her defining feature was definitely her ass. Big and round, but also athletic. She also had great tits they filled out her dress perfectly. I was staring at her so much that occasionally when the wind picked up her dress would billow and I would get a glimpse of her ass. I (and I’m sure the rest of the non-related guests) were playing a game to see if she was in fact wearing any panties at all?
For most of the evening I was too nervous to approach her, but then later in the evening my cousin Jeff introduced me. He whispered to me “hey, so you want to meet my wife’s sister? It’s pretty obvious you do!”
“Of course I do!” I said, probably too enthusiastically.
Elina was caught in a conversation with 2 geriatric grandmothers. I could hear them discussing why Elina hadn’t found a nice young man yet – a conversation I’ve had many times myself with my grandparents.
Jeff jumped in and said “Hi nana, it’s so nice to see you! You look well. Isn’t this a nice place?”
His grandmother replied. “Yes, it’s beautiful! Shame about the food.” She was a glass half full type of person it seems.
“Hey Elina, have you met John? He’s my cousin.”
Elina smiled and I nearly died. She was so beautiful. “No, I haven’t had the pleasure! Nice to meet you John. Are you having a nice time?”
Oh shit, I’m supposed to speak now I think! “Yes, it’s great! The food’s great and the music’s great.”
“Ah, I gather you think it’s great, is that right?” she said and everyone laughed.
“Yes. Um, so you’re Cassie’s sister? I didn’t see you at their wedding.”
“I was back in Sweden finishing my degree. I couldn’t get away unfortunately. My dissertation was on the same day!”
“What a shame! I hope you passed! What did you study?”
“Ha! Yes, I did, thank you. I studied the implications of paraphilias on romantic and platonic relationships,” she said. The nanas were bored at this point, and Jeff was looking for his wife Cassie.
“Interesting! And what did you find out?”
“That it’s hard to earn a living as a PhD student!”
“Ouch! I’m no PhD but I do have crippling student loan debt! So should I call you Dr. Elina?”
She smiled, “Funny boy. You can call me Lina.”
I was still curious about her PhD work. I know a fair amount about paraphilias, or fetishes to the layman, as I have plenty myself! I used to get turned on by bondage and dominance, and then as I grew up my brain got polluted with hardcore porn and now I’m obsessed with female asses and all things anal. I still love the idea of being dominated, but have never explored that in real life. My sex life up to that point had rated maybe a 2/10.
“It’s nice to meet you Lina. I’m John. Do you work in the city?”
“Yes. I’m working at the university as a lecturer. You should come by one day and sit in on one of my classes if you’re curious about what I do.”
“I’ll do that, sounds interesting!”
We exchanged numbers and then Cassie and Jeff came by. “I see you’ve met my smoke show sister!! Don’t you touch her!!” Cassie was a drunken mess.
“Thank god you saved me Cassie!! John was about to whip his cock out right here” Lina said sarcastically with a smirk. Cassie replied with a crumpled smile.
I was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say, so then Lina actually did save me. “It’s OK John, no pressure. You can show it to me later,” and winked at me.
Fuck me. I’m done. And for the record, at the end of the evening I have to conclude that she was not wearing any panties. I have no proof, but in my hours of staring, I didn’t detect a single crease!
—
Later in the week I got up the courage to call Lina. She said she was lecturing on Thursday at 3 on the topic of dynamics in open polygamous relationships involving bisexuals. The topic didn’t even make sense, how would that even work?!
I told I’d see her there.
I arrived with a few other students, all of them in their early 20s. I got a few strange looks, but I didn’t care. I walked in a took a seat near the back. I was expecting a much bigger lecture than how it turned out. bayrampaşa escort There were about a dozen students in total. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, considering the topic. Almost all of the students were female, with the exception of one guy.
The lecture started out with a scientific definition of a bisexuals. Lina mentioned that it’s actually quite common in the animal kingdom and it’s only humans that treat it as taboo. She discussed the issues that can arise in relationships between bisexual couples, which can get even more complicated in polygamous groups.
The lecture wrapped up and the students shuffled out of the classroom. Lina came came up to me and said “did you enjoy the lecture?”
“I did. I can’t imagine what it would actually be like to be in a polygamous relationship,” I said.
“Believe me, it gets weirder!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, last week I gave a lecture on forniphilia. Do you know what that is?”
“Uh… no, I do not.”
“Forniphilia is a form of BDSM fetish in which a person is used as, or transformed into, a piece of furniture. This could mean someone is restrained or posed in a way that makes them function as an object like a table, chair, lamp, or any other household item. The practice focuses on the objectification of the person, and it often involves a combination of bondage, power exchange, and the eroticization of immobility and submission.”
“What!? Seriously?” I said, pretending to be shocked. I didn’t know that was a thing, but the idea of being tied up and used as a chair for Lina to sit on my face was already making me horny.
“Yes. Seriously. I had a student last year that was really into the idea.”
“Haha… funny.”
“Not funny actually. He was dead serious about it. In fact I helped him work through some deep seeded trauma that I believe partly caused his fetish.”
“How did you do that,” I said.
“We used to have weekly therapy sessions. I would go over to his place and sit on his face while he talked to me about his past, in between his gasping for breath of course.”
… I was speechless. What am I supposed to say to something like that?
“John, would you like to be my chair?” she said in a serious tone, and then laughed.
“Haha, yes I would,” I joked.
“I saw you staring at me last weekend. Everyone did. I’m used to it, but you seem fixated on my ass!”
I blushed “well… you have nice tits too!” I tried to recover with a joke, but it was no use. She didn’t laugh.
“You’re funny John, but not that funny. And thank you, I like my tits too! Should we get a coffee?”
“Let’s do it!”
At coffee, she told me all about her research. She works with all kinds of students to help them discover the origins of their paraphilias (or fetishes). I opened up to her and told her about mine, and she didn’t seem surprised or even a bit bothered. In fact I think I detected a bit of interest when I told her about my obsession with the female backside.
“I normally work with students, but I would be happy to have a few sessions with you if you’re interested?”
“I’d love to, but I as I mentioned, I’m racked with student debt so I’m not sure I could afford it.”
“It’s ok. It doesn’t need to be a formal thing… and I’m sure there are other ways you can contribute.”
“Great, so how would a ‘session’ work?”
“Well,” she said “you could come by tomorrow and we’ll first explore your fetishes. We’ll work out your boundaries and see where we go from there. Sound good?”
“Oh my god, I’m so nervous! Yes, that sounds great!”
—
I went over to Lina’s house. She opened the door and she was wearing another summer dress, looking amazing. “Hi John, nice to see you!”
Lina was about 5’10 and quite slim. She clearly took care of herself. I couldn’t tell if she had fake boobs at this point, but they looked amazing. But her hips were magical. She had a perfectly shaped ass, and a small waist. She was so sexy too, and she knew it.
“Hey Lina, you look great!” Understatement of the year.
“Thanks! Wait till you see what’s underneath!”
*Gulp*
“First we need to get comfortable. John, take your clothes off.”
I hesitated and was about to try to delay, but there was no point. I took off my shirt and pants and stood there in my boxers. I’m 6’2 and fairly well built. I work out regularly so I’m moderately proud of my body. Lina said “not too bad, now turn around.”
I turned around, and then she said çapa escort “have you ever had a butt plug up your ass?”
“Gosh, no!”
“Ok, maybe not yet. Have you had anything up your ass before?”
“Uh, yes. Once my girlfriend put her fingers up there.”
“Did you like it?” she said.
“I did, but I pretended I didn’t.”
“Why did you lie?”
“I didn’t want her to think I was weird or some kind of pervert.”
“Sorry to break it to you, you are a pervert. But it’s only a bad thing if you think it is. The goal of the therapy I engage in is to accept your paraphilia and learn to not care about what others think.”
“So I’m just supposed to be open about my fetishes?”
“Sure, why not? I’m open about mine! I get off on dominating men, and women. I have some pretty wild fetishes if I’m being honest. For example, I love the practice of japanese bondage and role play as a dominatrix. I’m a dominant type generally, as you’ve probably gathered.”
“I see.” Oh shit. “Ok, so what should I do?”
“Tell me! Be open with me. You’ve already played it out in your mind. What do you want to do to me? Or should I put it another way, what do you want me to do to you?” She said with a wicked smile.
“Great place to start! Take my clothes off!”
I approached her with hesitation. This seemed like some kind of trick! What’s she getting out of it? I decided to take the risk. When would I ever get a chance like this again? Worst case scenario is she tells her sister that I’m some kind of perv and the rest of my family finds out. Ah well, let’s roll the dice!
I begin to lift her dress and as I suspected, no underwear! She’s staring at me now. No smile. It’s like she’s studying me. “I bet you’re thinking ‘what if this is a trick and why would this girl let me take her clothes off? What if she tells her sister what a creep I am?”
I stand back immediately, shocked. She can read minds!
“No, of course not!” I lied. “I don’t want to do anything that you’re not comfortable with. If you say the word I’ll stop immediately and leave!”
“You’re perfect.” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to own you John. You’re going to become my devoted slave, and you’ll help me with my research! Now take my clothes off this instant or I’ll give you a swift kick to the balls!”
Clear enough for me! I did as I was told her dress came off and then I took off her sports bra. Her tits we’re glorious. Perfect orbs, perky and round. And real.
“Get on your knees. We have some things to discuss, and I want your face buried in my pussy while I set some expectations.”
I did as I was told. She was trimmed, not shaved. I could tell she wasn’t a natural blonde. More dirty blonde. Her pussy was dripping and warm. I gently licked her clit and she moaned encouragingly.
“Good start John. Now. I’m going to take you on a journey. We’ll explore your desires, but more importantly, we’ll explore mine. We’ll spend 6 months together, maybe longer. And at the end of 6 months you’ll become a complete submissive under my total control. I’ll take notes on our dynamic and time together with the intention to publish a paper on the topic of the health effects of a long term D/s relationship.”
I mumbled “hmmm hm hmmmmm?”
“What’s that John?”
“Are you sure?” I said after extracting my face from her crotch.
“Of course I’m sure! But I don’t believe in the ethics of actual ‘slavery’. The only way this will work is if you actually want it and agree to it. So I need you to think about it. You can take some time, but not too long as I need to find a candidate and start next week at the latest.”
“I’m in.”
“Good answer. I was lying about starting next week. It starts now. If you ever want out of this agreement, it’s no problem. Just say the word, but also know that we’ll never see each other again, unless at a family function. Sound good?”
“Makes sense.”
“Good. I’d like to stay by putting you into chastity. You won’t cum until I give you permission. Is that ok?”
“I guess.”
“And let’s formalize this a bit. You can call Miss Lina.”
“Yes Miss Lina.”
“Good. Now put this on.”
She handed me a cock cage that looked like it would barely fit and I pulled down my boxers. I have a 6-7 inch cock when hard, and this thing looked like it was made for a toddler. Anyway, I was able to squeeze myself in. I asked “Miss Lina, where do you keep the key?”
“Why?”
“Just in case in need to get out of this thing.”
“I’m fındıkzade escort on control now. You ask me to let you out. And the answer will usually be ‘no’, unless there’s a good reason.”
How disappointing. But I couldn’t deny that my desire for her was skyrocketing.
“Next I want to plug you. Your first training will be to get that asshole of yours loose enough to take a fist.”
Ok, big mistake! Alarm bells were going off in my head. “I can’t do this, sorry, I’ve made a huge mistake. Can you get the key.”
“Of course. Here it is,” and she handed it to me
Then I hesitated. “If I unlock myself, is that it? We’re done?”
“Yup, that’s right. We don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with. And we cut ties. Your call. This has to be with your consent. But we both know you don’t want this key. You want to find out where this journey will take you. Don’t you.”
I hung my head in shame. “Now bend over. I’m going to ease this into your ass and you’ll wear this 24/7 unless you’re needing to take a shit. Got it? It has a sensor inside so I’ll get an alert if it’s been out of your ass for more than 15 minutes in a 24 period. Now bend over.”
She sat on the bed and I bent over across her knees. She dribbled some saliva onto her fingers and massaged my asshole. I was hard immediately. Then I felt the plug. I didn’t get to see how big it was, but it sure felt big! She eased it in and and the widest part I let out a yelp.
“There! All plugged up! Now here’s the rest of the anal dilation kit, 5 plugs in total. I’ll text you whenever it’s time to put in the next one. This kit says don’t go to the largest plug in less than 1 week, but I bet we could do it in 3 days! It also says not to wear these plugs for more than 12 hours at a time. Pffff, you have more ambition than that, right John!?”
I took a quick look at the size of the rest of the plugs and nearly shat myself (but definitely couldn’t because of the plug up my ass!) “Yes Miss Lina!” I said like an obedient slave.
“Great!”
And with a slap on my ass, I was back on my feet.
“Now get your clothes on. I have dinner plans and I need to get ready.”
I got my clothes on and couldn’t stop thinking about how full my ass felt. I felt like I needed to take a huge shit. I was about to leave when Miss Lina said one more thing.
“Oh John. I was going to wait, but since you seem so keen to please me, maybe you could do one more thing for me?”
“Sure! What can I do?”
“I need to pee. And considering I’m planning to train you as my personal toilet, among other things, I think we should start now. What do you think?”
I’ve heard about golden showers, and I wasn’t that freaked out. “Ok, I can do that! Should we go to the shower?”
“Why would we do that?”
“Well I take it you want to pee on me, is that right?”
“Oh you’re confused. No John, I want to pee IN you. Specifically, in your mouth!”
Jesus Christ! Ok, might as well try! How bad could it be!?
“Get on your knees and bring your face to my pussy. There, that’s good. Now get ready. I’ll go slow because it’s your first time.”
She started to pee and it immediately started dribbling down the side of my cheeks. “Open up John! You’re cleaning up whatever get spilled!”
I opened wider and then the stream straightened out. I started drinking. It was salty, and acrid, but not horrible! I tasted like stale coffee with a bit of sweetness too. I was just so embarrassed. I can’t believe this woman was pissing in my mouth, and I was swallowing it! Can’t go back from this – I am now part of that small collection of people called ‘human toilets’. I just pray to god she doesn’t make me eat her shit! She wouldn’t, would she!?
She finishes up and pats me on the head. “Good toilet! You should be proud of yourself!”
“Ok,” I said. “I am, I guess. More embarrassed than anything.” I was looking myself over and my shirt was wet with a good amount of her piss.
“You don’t need to be. And don’t worry about your shirt – it’s warm out today, that’ll dry up in no time and no one will know. It’s the smell that you should worry about! Besides, we haven’t even begun exploring the humiliation dynamic. I think you’ll love that!”
“I don’t think I will if I’m being honest!”
“No, maybe not. But I will! Now get going. Remember, keep that plug in until you hear from me! We’re doing this John, let’s go!!” she cheered as if she were a coach on a sports team.
And then I left. I took the bus back to my place and I got the sinking feeling that everyone could tell that I had a butt plug in my ass and I just drank a liter of piss. My shirt was still wet and I didn’t have a jacket to cover myself. And with that I sat in shame for the rest of the day, dreaming about when I would next get to see Miss Lina.
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