A Monster Unleashed Ch. 03

Please read a Monster Unleashed 1 and 2 prior to this. **No Characters Under 18**

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.......Don't ask me what set him off because I don't know. I am unaware of whether it was the constant prodding or the taunting on my part that he wasn't dominant enough, or that he couldn't hack it. It might have been me telling him that I didn't want an actual relationship with him anymore for no reason. I don't know if it was the residual effect of his previous marriage. All I know is that he was a different person. A person I didn't know and was all the sudden frightened of. At the same time I couldn't have been more turned on by his sudden change of demeanor.

We went from having a good relationship as equals, to having a sexually charged relationship, to now having a very strict D/s relationship. This caught me off guard as it was so out of the blue. I didn't believe that he had this in him, yet at the same time, I almost knew all along. I think he knew it too. I knew I was about to pay for everything I had done to him.

I have three weeks before he comes to visit me. However, it feels like he is here with me every day. Below are the list of rules I must abide by. This is an excerpt from his last email to me:

1. Obedient - (word used when we are in D/s)

2. Civil -- (word used to turn off)

3. Mercy - safe word

4. Will be regarded to as "Sir"

5. When asked a yes or no question the reply will be "yes sir" or "no sir."

6. Must ask permission to leave my side in public.

7. Must get my approval for what you wear out.

8. If we encounter friends in public you may engage with them as long as they start the conversation.

9. I have the final say when it comes to ordering food while eating out.

10. You will always sit on my right side when we are at a booth or at a table unless I say otherwise.

11. On car rides you will sit with your arms folded in your lap.

12. Just walking anywhere in public you must be on the right hand side of me.

13. If you go out with your friends without me you must wear a chastity belt.

14. When I ask you a question I expect a clear answer.

15. We can have open conversations until I say otherwise. When that happens you will have to ask permission to speak.

16. Ask permission to go to the bathroom.

17. All private sexual activities will start with you on your knees asking for permission for me to violate you.

18. Public sex acts can be turned down without being punished to the full extant.

19. If we obtain another partner (or more) either one of us will have veto power.

20. You must also carry a butt plug or nipple clamps with you.

21. You will choose your own punishment. You will get three choices. 1, 2, or 3. When you choice your punishment I will have the final say when it happens.

22. Also same thing with rewards. The only difference is you can choose when you want to use it.

Punishment will occur when you break the rules. Severity of punishments will remain the same however the severity of the rule broken will make you choose more than one punishment.

You will be rewarded when I feel like you went above and beyond the duty of being my pet whore.

23. When in civil mode I will treat you like a queen and treat you with the utmost respect.

In obedient mode you are nothing to me. You are solely here to please me and do what I say.

I wasn't sure how to take it when I first read over his protocols. I didn't know if he was kidding and I openly laughed and scoffed at half of these as they were coming from someone who could be so easily convinced of almost anything. From someone who allowed me to degrade their masculinity because they weren't aggressive enough in bed. I didn't believe him. But then it hit me. Something had changed. He had broken. I did this to him. I agreed to play along.

The first day of giving this a try was almost comical. I called him "Sir" as he requested and followed what other rules apply to our distance as most of these are only applicable when we are in the same geographic location. It was almost ridiculous and very hard for me to carry out knowing that only a day ago I was taunting his inability to make me cry.

The second day of this new relationship yielded some interesting situations. I was ordered to buy large cucumbers while I was out and that today there would be a stretching / stuffing session via FT. I giddily obliged and made the purchases laughing in my head about how long this could go on for. Boy was I surprised.

He put me through what seemed like an hour of me stuffing and double stuffing my holes. He told me exactly how to insert them and pull them out, making sure to show him the gape as it happened. I was prepared this day for him to do something so I made sure to do a warm water wash before I went out, that was there was no mess when he was putting me through the wringer. It was beneficial to me that I did this as he made me lick them clean when he was done with me. After what seemed like an eternity he was satisfied with the size of my gape and allowed me to go about the rest of my day as normal.

The following morning though, on our third day, he was not pleased with my lax efforts on keeping up the necessary amount of "sirs". He had me paddle the inside of my left thigh until he was appeased. The only thing that saved me was that I had a medical appointment the following Monday and he was unable to cause and further lasting marks. He approved of the pictures that were sent after the paddling and I was instructed to go about my day as normal.

Later that night though he was out of sorts and almost angry. He punished me by not allowing me to eat dinner and then making me clamp my tongue with a clothes pin, along with both of my nostrils. I sat there for ten minutes ashamed that I was willingly doing this to myself. I kept up with it, I was in a pile of my own drool making quite a mess, and the pain was slowly building. The feeling is much different when you have no control over the situation. Knowing you can take them off anytime though is the real challenge.

I let him know when I could no longer take it and he instructed me to wait to take them off. I couldn't wait any longer and did it anyways. The punishments continued. He made me call him on FT and when we connected he was in the dark. I couldn't see him at all but he could see all of me. He made me take my wand and through my panties, orgasm to the point of soaking myself. I did as he asked. Having me remove my panties I was instructed to place them in my mouth. I hesitated. Then did it.

As I sat there with my cum soaked panties in my mouth and him watching me on FT I was embarrassed. I was breathing in my own cum and urine, and he was watching me do it. Who was this man? He was no one I knew. Even through all of my bullying and harassment, I never thought he had it in him yet he was watching me degrade myself for his pleasure. He made me plug my nose so my breathing was limited strictly through my mouth. It was hard to do but I wanted to show him resillence.

Continuing on with his punishment he had me insert my fingers into my dripping pussy as he ordered me to cum again. This time after I was done I was to soak my hand in my cum and rub it all over my face. Again, I couldn't see him, he can only see me. I did as I was told. But I half assed it and only made it look like I rubbed it all on my face. Before I placed my hand on my face I quickly wiped it on the bed. I wasn't sure I could handle much more.

For the finale of his punishment I was to insert and gag on two fingers. I inserted them and pushed them down a few times doing as I was told, I made the gagging noise, I played along. I even managed to cough up some phlegm and a few drops of a protein shake I had drank earlier, all while just letting my fingers rest on my teeth. The beauty of watching someone is you really have no idea what is real, as it is all perception based. That was the end of the third night. I thought to myself that I wasn't sure he could carry on with this permanently and that I was just along for a ride to his self-discovery.

Something happened on day four though that I cannot explain. I woke up and sent him my good morning text. I told him that I had a dream about him and I woke up thinking it was reality. This was starting to affect me. I showered and went about my morning, heading to the beach with my little one and enjoying the sunshine of the Pacific North West. I was instructed to let him know when I was home and it was nap time. I let him know when the time had come and was instructed to watch an anal training video. As I watched this I suddenly got wet and sent a reply back to Sir letting him know my thoughts on the video. After he reviewed my feedback he instructed me to grab a non-food item out of my kitchen and to work my ass over with it. I did as I was told.

Not having planned for this, things got messy. I am usually so clean when it comes to anal play that I figured it couldn't be that bad if you don't prep for it. I was wrong. I was instructed to send a video and pictures of the item I chose violating my ass. I sent what he asked for and then proceeded to double stuff my ass with my fake dicks and came as instructed (without use of my pussy or vibe). I felt like I had gone above and beyond expectations and was proud of myself.

What I didn't know is that I had sent Sir a video of my ass being violated with a disgusting surprise at the end. I had made a mess and was so devastated to the core by it that I began to cry. This was a different cry, one that I had never experienced. I was ashamed and embarrassed that I hadn't made sure there was no mess visible. Things can never be taken back and now he has experienced a part of my life that I can never live down. He has watched me shit using kitchen objects while violating my ass, all for his pleasure. After hours of feeling horrible about it I decided that it didn't matter. If you want to play with the backdoor, shit's going to happen.

This is where we are at as of now. Tonight I am instructed to send him a picture of my dinner before I eat, he is undecided whether or not he is going to continue shaming me for my mess earlier, although I have never felt so ashamed in my life. I have committed to this relationship 110% and am willing to bet he cannot keep it up for much longer. I think it takes a very organized and intense person to maintain a D/s relationship. I will continue to write until this relationship is over or has escalated into something far more extreme than what it is.