The Descent Ch. 01 - Ground Feeling

"Now remember our regular sessions. I really like you going slow. First, I want you to kiss my buttocks all over. Then, I will spread my ass cheeks for you and you can start kissing their insides. Once you are done, you can move on to my asshole. I don't want you kissing it upfront, right on the pucker from the start, do you understand? Firstly, take either the upper or the lower part of my ring in between your lips and tenderly pull back, letting them brush against it as my asshole escapes them. Repeat this process over and over again, as if you were gingerly, lovingly kissing my lips and then I will guide you further." She lowered herself just inches away from his face and bent over forward, to sustain herself on her elbows. She wanted to draw this out, so she had to be comfortable.

Below her, Thomas was beholding the sight of his life. He never really considered ass licking, but he was always mesmerized with her ass. So mesmerized, in fact, that he completely skipped past her incredibly detailed instructions on how to have her ass licked, in what manner and only registered the guidance passively. When she lowered herself, he snapped out of it and processed everything with a slight delay. He was once again in a situation where, even if this was weird or exaggerated, it wasn't enough for him to stop and ruin her mood, at least not now,when the time has passed for that and he was expected to kiss her ass.

After years of figuratively doing it, now she wants me to literally kiss her ass too, huh? It is a bit demeaning, but who would know, in the end? It is just between her and I. Plus, if she goes overboard with it, I can always just stop, so...yeah, why not? With that, he pushed his head upwards, in order to reach her plump, perfect ass cheeks and started planting kisses on them slowly and tenderly. Due to Blanche forgetting (or just not wanting) to wipe herself dry after washing her ass, most of the kisses that Thomas was planting on her buttocks were rewarded with droplets of water that would inevitably drip down onto his lips and into his mouth, when not around it. He was slightly startled by it, at first, but started ignoring it quickly after, on the same reasoning as always, not to give his princess any reasons to bother.

He noticed that the droplets that were sliding out right from between her asscheeks were somewhat warmer and was surprised to feel himself getting a bit excited by this. Why does water dripping out of my wife's ass excite me? He tried thinking about it, while nearing the kisses closer and closer to her asshole. As if on cue, Blanche pulled at her asscheeks to let him gain more access. I think it is simply due to how much I love her ass and everything that has to do with it. God, I fucking love this perfect, bubbly butt, he thought to himself, driven by lust and pheromones, while reaching for her asshole for the first time with his mouth, after dutifully kissing the warm inside of her asscheeks and swallowing all of her ass water.

Wow, he really enjoys this too! Girl, what have you been wasting your time up with, until now? Your boy is an inborn slave and you are taking it easy, by using him for menial tasks? Look at him, the worse I treat him, the more I debase him, the more he seems to like it. The lustier he gets. Well, of course, nagging him about not masturbating must have helped too, but I don't think he would have liked it so much, if he wasn't a natural for it.

Blanche was really enjoying the attention that she was getting from his mouth, especially now that he started getting the sides of her asshole in between his lips. "Apply a light suction, when kissing my asshole's outer ring" she instructed him.

He did his best to satisfy her demand, thinking about how he wanted to make her happy. She didn't wax recently, apparently, because she had small hairs around her asshole, which were inevitably getting into his mouth, getting sucked along with her asshole. The sensation wasn't pleasant, as he couldn't resist imagining how those same hairs were brushing against every log of her shit, every day. And while water and soap could do a great job at cleaning, he wasn't sure how much each individual strand of hair was cleaned in the process. He couldn't help thinking that there were trace amounts of shit on those hairs, which he was actively sucking on, bringing any such possible remains into his mouth. He wouldn't spit, though, after licking her, but he wouldn't want to keep an accumulated amount of saliva in his mouth either, so he had to swallow. Over and over and over again. At least, it wasn't like he could taste it or anything. Especially with his inner mouth coated in vaginal juice, sweat and pee. Plus she should have been getting cleaner with each suction, right?

This process of kissing and sucking at the exterior of her asshole turned Blanche on even more. She was getting lost in the ecstasy of this degradable intimacy that she was sharing with her husband and was loving the fact that he was not fighting it, that he was going along with it. For some reason, she found it incredibly arousing that he was using his mouth, his taste and smell receptors to satisfy her rectal opening. A hole whose sole purpose was to expel shit and occasionally farts, both of which she had no need or desire for. If it was up to her, she would never deal with those parts of her that repelled her. If she could never touch or be around her dejections, it would have been ideal. But living in the real world, she wasn't spending too much time thinking about that, not being a plausible thing. However now, having his lips suckle at her anus' rim, she would get all sorts of mixed feelings and thoughts about her ass and his mouth.

I know I put him up to this, but why would you lick and suck on an asshole? What would come out of it? (No pun intended) I only use my ass to shit and he only uses his mouth to eat (!!!)...drink and breathe. She froze for a moment, in her thoughts, rapidly and unwillingly connecting her reasoning to the story she read. She shook her head, trying to push away the inadvertent similarity from her mind and she tried to continue her train of thought, while Tom was getting more and more of her asshole into his mouth with each brushing. She could feel her asshole stretch, as he would put his lips on either side of it, applying suction and pulling back, only to briefly return to its natural position, before being taken between his lips again. It was such a relaxing, soothing action. She would have him do this for hours, if possible.

So, if his mouth is used to ingest, talk and, ok, pay respects, like the utmost respect, the type you offer with your mouth and which you don't use to kiss just about anything or anyone; and I use my asshole only to shit and fart (and sometime getting fucked in), that sets things really straight, right? He has willingly and undoubtedly submitted his entire being to my existence. I mean, I know, I know, he is not aware of it yet and it will take more time for him to see it, truly feel it and be my complete and utter slave, but...he is using his food-ingester to caress my shit-dispenser. He is getting there <3