TITLE    : A Middle-aged Fuck-pig Pt. 02
STORYID  : a-middle-aged-fuck-pig-pt-02
SUMMARY  : The humiliation continues the next morning.
AUTHOR   : Cute_Little_Muffin@lit
DATE     : 2019-12-06
CATEGORY : mature-sex
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |degradation|financial domination|findom|humiliation|mature slave|mature slut|misogyny|mature|


VIII: Cleaning miss Kelly's young pussy



IX: From cute little muffin to cute little blumpkin.



X: Knowing Kelly costs me.



XI: Kelly sends me a contract.



XII: Kelly and I text terms and conditions.



VIII: Cleaning miss Kelly's young pussy



I had an uncomfortable and restless night's sleep lying naked on the cold linoleum floor of the bathroom, my arms aching no matter how I tried to position them around the toilet basin.



I must have dozed off at some point though, because I was awoken by the sound of tinkling water, and opening my eyes I saw a beautifully manicured foot right before where my face lay against the linoleum.



"Morning Mona." Kelly said from where she sat on the loo, her pyjama bottoms pulled down as she had a pee.



I could only see a glimpse of the pale young flesh of Kelly's thigh, but I admired how smooth and beautiful it looked.



"Morning, miss." I said, kissing the bare foot in front of me before smiling up at the beautiful young woman. Even with her hair tousled from a night's sleep, Kelly looked stunning.



Kelly didn't smile back, instead she leant forward from where she was sat on the loo and dribbled a pendent of saliva from between her pursed lips until it dropped onto my face.



"What do you say, fugly?" 



"Thank you, miss." I said as Kelly used her bare foot to smear her spit around my face.



"Do you know why I decided to study psychology?" Kelly asked.



"No, miss."



"I wanted to understand myself better; why I ignore responsibilities and have no conscience. See I don't feel any remorse; take using my taser on your itty-bitty-titties yesterday; I just didn't have any concern for you at all; I just wanted to see that flump-lump you call a body charley horse. It's kind of cool being free of remorse; it kind of frees you up to do anything that comes to mind." Kelly said, pulling the toilet brush from its holder and running the harsh bristles over the tender flesh of one of my outstretched bare arms and then down the other. 



"What I'm trying to tell you, Mona Bushpig, is that if you continue this relationship, I'll just exploit you for my own benefit, with complete disregard for you or your life. In short, Mona Bushpig, I seem to have a lot of characteristics that we studied as sociopathic on my course." Kelly said, sliding herself forward on the toilet seat so that her trimmed young pussy was displayed between her smooth thighs.



"Clean me." 



It was difficult with my wrists still handcuffed to the back of the toilet basin, but I managed to get my head above the wide basin by stretching my arms as straight as I could and bending my neck back until my chin could rest above the basin on the toilet seat right before Kelly's beautiful pussy. Her smooth labia had a few drips hanging from them and I dutifully pushed my head forward and my tongue out so that I could remove the drops from Kelly's perfect pussy.



"What you need to think about, Mona Bushpig, is that if you decide to continue this little relationship, I'm likely to destroy you just for the fun of it. I'm telling you this so you can back out now, because this is your only chance; if you're still at my heel tonight, I will use you as I see fit, blackmail you and destroy you. Consider this your one and only warning, sow."



Kelly said as I carefully licked right along the length of her lips, trying my utmost to clean the young miss as best I could, and then feeling with my tongue that she was clean, I gently kissed her pussy lips with complete devotion and subjugation. Her ultimatum had my pussy clenching and unclenching with arousal around the sausage meat. The idea of allowing, no choosing, to be at the mercy of this young sociopath's whims, of sacrificing everything to please this young woman made me kiss her offered pussy like an altar.



"What the fuck, you desperate old slapper!" Kelly said angrily, her eyes ablaze as she pulled my head back by my hair. "I'm not a lesbian you disgusting frump-lump, and even if I was, I sure wouldn't go anywhere near a desperate disgusting dump like you!" 



"I'm sorry, miss." I said, scared of the intensity of her anger. "I just wanted to show my gratitude at being allowed to serve you, miss." 



"You want to make it up to me?" Kelly said, her tone teasingly inviting and manipulative.



"Yes, miss."



Kelly smiled, a cold, contemptuous and self-satisfied smile.



"Well, the sentence should fit the crime shouldn't it, Mona Bushpig?"



"Yes, miss."



"Then seeing as you failed in your toilet cleaning duties, you can serve everyone as they use the toilet this morning and then, and only then, we'll think about unlocking those handcuffs. Deal, fat sow?"



"Yes, miss. But, miss, I have to be at work for nine o'clock" I said, looking up at Kelly as she stood up, pulling her pyjama bottoms up around her svelte waist.



"No Bushpig; you have toilet duties. If you do what I want, then you might be allowed to get on with your irrelevant life." Kelly said matter-of-factly, washing her hands and then padding out of the bathroom. "See it as a taster of what being my middle-aged fuck-pig slave will be like to help you make your informed decision!" Kelly shouted back down the hall with a mocking laugh.



IX: From cute little muffin to cute little blumpkin.



I lay on the cold bathroom floor for about fifteen minutes before Mr C wandered into the bathroom, standing over my bare body as he took out his cock and pissed into the toilet. I felt embarrassed seeing Mr C again, after all he and I had known each other for decades in a surrogate son-mom relationship and then in one night that had been reversed and Mr C now had the pleasure of knowing he had fucked my ass and cum in my face whenever we met.



"Morning Mr C!" I said as bright and chirpily as I could, smiling up at him through his hairy legs from where I lay on the floor. "If I wasn't hand-cuffed I could have held that for you, big man!" I cooed.



"I don't know why I ever had any respect for you, Ally." Mr C said, looking down at my beaming face with utter contempt. "I always thought you were alright, but fucking hell, Ally, you're a total pig of a whore!" He added, and then with a bemused look, Mr C directed his jet of piss from the toilet basin to my face, splattering my eyes, soaking my hair and even getting some of his warm, gushing piss in my mouth.



"That's what you deserve, Ally. All those years I treated you with respect when I should have just treated you like the desperate fuck-bag you really are." Mr C told me, shaking the last drops of his piss off his cock and splashing my bare body sprawled on the floor amidst his pool of piss.



"Please can I be your desperate fuck-bag!" I begged, looking up at him pleadingly, his piss still dripping from my face.



"Oh my!" I heard Kelly's voice say, making me jump by its close proximity. "What a priceless old sow, I'm going to enjoy pushing you to limits of depravity I've never even thought of before!" Kelly said, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, a steaming cup of hot cocoa in her hand.



"Surely, Mr C..." Kelly began, her voice thick with innuendo. "... after having a curry last night you need to relieve your bowels. I was just thinking what a unique opportunity this is for you to experience having your cock sucked while you take a shit. That's got to be quite a sensation, huh?" Kelly suggested, eyeing me with sadistic glee.



When Mr C just stood there looking uncomfortable, Kelly shook her head and came striding into the bathroom. 



"You really must stop seeing Mona Bushpig here as Ally, or even as a person really. There's none of the usual social conventions involved with this desperate fuck-pig, Mr C. Sure, I can see that societal norms might make you hesitant to do something as disgusting as taking a shit in front of a woman, but honestly, Mr C, Ally here isn't deserving of societal norms; she's just something to use and discard. Isn't that right, Mona Bushpig?"



"Yes, miss."



"Beg Mr C to let you suck his cock while he takes his morning shit, then."



I looked up at Mr C, he was still looking uncertain, and seeing his familiar face from all those years, I equally found the dynamic Kelly wanted our relationship to take difficult. At the same time, I realized this was a whim of the young miss, and if I was going to serve her, I should try and coerce Mr C into doing as she wanted. The familiarity of Mr C's face was too disconcerting and so I focused on his thick, flacid cock as I spoke.



"Mr C, please let me suck your cock as you use the toilet. Please let me show you how I deserve to be treated. I want you to feel free to use me anyway you feel like and never have to be constrained by societal norms like Kelly says. You should feel free to use me as you never would dream of using another woman." I said, glancing at Kelly for approval and getting a warm thrill as Kelly gave me a contented nod as she took a sip of her hot cocoa.



"Okay, but you're not watching, Kell. It's too disgusting."



"Fine, I don't want to smell your shit anyway, thankyou very much, Mr C!" Kelly said, giving a blasé wave of her hand and closing the bathroom door as she turned on her heel and padded off to the living area.



"You asked for it." Mr C said, the mod in the bathroom feeling a little intimate, uncomfortable and seedy now that there was just me and my daughter's ex-boyfriend, in this new dynamic.



"I certainly did, stud muffin! Now sit yourself down so I can get wrap my lips around that delicious cock!" I said, doing my best to put the young man at ease by playing the subjugated slut.



Mr C dropped his pants, stepped out of them and then sat on the loo. I had to do the same manoeuvre, stretching my arms and bending my neck back to get my chin over the toilet seat, and then I pushed my head forward so that my neck was pushed against the rim of the loo and began trying to scoop Mr C's flaccid cock into my mouth with my tongue. In the end, Mr C grabbed his cock and fed it to my open mouth.



"Thankyou Mithter thee!" I said, my words distorted around his cock as I looked up at him.



Mr C just sneered and taking out his phone, took a picture of me cuffed to the toilet with my mouth around his young cock.



"Just shut the fuck up, Ally, and let me shit, okay?" Mr C said, browsing his phone and totally ignoring me as I dutifully began using my mouth and tongue to arouse the young man as best I could. 



It was difficult trying to suck my daughter's ex-boyfriend with my arms still cuffed around the toilet basin, and the rim pushing against my neck, but I did the best I could, working really hard to take his hardening cock deep into my mouth and sucking it as enthusiastically as I could. I concentrated on the job at hand, worshipping Mr Cs now hard cock with my mouth, wandering if my daughter enjoyed sucking Mr C's cock when they dated, and how I compared. I presumed my daughter's blowjobs would be loving and in the intimacy of a loving relationship, whilst mine was done in a toilet, with my body covered in piss, sausage meat filling my pussy and with the taste of my ass still on his cock from last night. 



I had taken Mr C's hard cock right down my throat and was trying not to choke as my gullet contracted against his hardness, when my comparisons between me and my daughter were interrupted by a loud plop and a hideous stench hit my nostrils making me gag. With Mr C's cock down my throat I gagged and tried to pull my head back, but Mr C leant forward, and putting his elbows on his knees, pushed my head back down on his cock, while he held his phone above my head, sort of using it as a casual rest while he forced my head down.



With Mr C's cock filling my spasming gullet, I vomited down my nostrils before Mr C finally let me up and I vomited properly between his legs, into the loo, desperately gasping for breath.



The combination of the acidic stench of the contents of my tummy and Mr C's rancid shit made me continually gag between sucks of his hard, young cock and I spent the next while gagging, vomiting and desperately trying to end the ordeal by making the young man cum.



When he did cum it was with his cock jammed as far down my throat as he could and I felt his hot cum shoot right down my gullet. I'd never been used like this, and the primal power of Mr C's thrusts down my throat made my pussy dripping wet around the crammed sausage meat.



I lay with my head against the toilet seat, gasping and snorting as Mr C stood up and wiped his ass inches from my face, and then dropping the toilet tissue into the bowl, he pulled up his pants and walked off as if I wasn't even there.



I was still recovering my breath when Kelly appeared in the doorway again.



"God it stinks in here!" Kelly said, holding her nose. "Poooee! I just wanted to see what you looked like after sucking Mr Cs cock as he took a shit. You look hilarious by the way!" Kelly said, taking photographs with her phone.



"Yes, miss." I said as Kelly stood over me and peered into the toilet bowl. Then she took the rubber gloves from beside the toilet brush and pulling them on, reached into the bowl and pulled out some of the used, soggy toilet tissue.



"Nose plugs!" She told me, squeezing the tissue into a plug shape and then hunkering down to be level with my face, unceremoniously pushed the make-shift plug up my left nostril, before repeating the process with my other nostril.



"Don't mistake me for someone who gives a shit, Mona. I'm not doing this to help you out with the smell; in fact, I hope you'll be smelling the shit up your nose all day long! No, I just thought it' be harder work for you to suck Popeye off with your nostrils blocked. And you do want to work harder to please me, don't you, fuck-pig Ally?" Kelly said, looking me straight in the eyes.



"Yes, miss." I said, my voice sounding nasally.



Kelly laughed and walked to the door. "Oh, Popeye! I've got a surprise for you!" She called down the hall in a sing-song voice.



A couple of minutes later Popeye appeared in just a pair of briefs, his ripped torso looking magnificent as he stretched and rubbed his bleary eyes.



"What?"



"An early morning blow-job courtesy of Mrs middle-aged fuck-pig!" Kelly told him, holding her arm out to invite Popeye to look at my piss and cum covered body lying cuffed to the toilet. "And you get one thousand pounds if you take a shit while she sucks you!"



Popeye looked at Kelly a little disturbed and Kelly immediately rejoined with; "Ten thousand pounds, then!"



"Are you kidding me, Kelly. That's disgusting and you haven't got that kind of money anyhow."



"Nope but the fuck-pig does, and she's so desperate she'll pay ten thousand pounds to have you shit while she sucks you off, and then you can get that car you're always going on about!" Kelly said joyfully.



Popeye looked at me confusedly, whilst behind him Kelly looked at me affirmatively. I glanced from one to the other and new what I had to say: "Please Popeye, please let me suck your cock as you use the toilet, please, please, pretty please with cherries on top; I'll pay you ten thousand pounds if you do!" In my forced nasally whine.



"But I've known Ally for years..."



"Didn't stop you last night." Kelly pointed out with glee.



"That was just a bit of fun, but this is... I don't know, it's..."



"Ten..." Kelly said going up to Popeye and squeezing his cock through his briefs. "... thousand..." A second squeeze, "... pounds, Popeye!" She added manipulatively. "And besides, she's begging you too!"



Popeye looked from Kelly to me. "Please, big man!" I said as he looked down at me apprehensively. "I'll do my best to give you the best blowjob of your life!" 



"Ten thousand pounds!" Popeye said looking at Kelly, and then turning to me "And this is what you really want?"



"Sure is, big man!" I told him enthusiastically. 



"Okay, okay! But I'm doing it under protest!" Popeye said, grinning and putting his hands up in supplication as he stepped over me to the toilet, yanked his briefs down and sat down on the toilet. I struggled into my position ready to suck Popeye's cock and Kelly gave a little wave "Toodle-pip peeps. See you, wouldn't want to be you, you middle-aged sow!"



"You don't have to do this, Ally." Popeye said, looking down at me, his cock inches from my face.



"I want to big man, I want to please you. Feed me have that big cock, stud muffin!" 



With a sigh, Popeye fed me his cock and I did my best to slurp and slobber on his hardening black cock to give him the best blowjob of his life, like I had promised.



I had to work much harder this time, my jaw was already aching from the throat fucking Mr C had given me, and with the toilet tissue stuffed up my nostrils, I had to work really hard to breathe around Popeye's shaft whenever I could pull back enough to take air into my windpipes. This meant that because I was so desperate to breathe that when I did get a chance, I was gratefully gulping down the fetid air emanating from the filthy toilet as Popeye emptied his bowels.



And that was the amazing thing about Kelly; the physical act of sucking a cock while someone uses the toilet was revolting, so was being covered in piss and having used toilet tissue rammed up my nostrils. My aching arms, my sore throat and jaw felt awful, but the opportunity to work harder and harder to please Kelly had my pussy tingling. I was sure she knew this second blow-job would be more difficult, and would enjoy knowing I was suffering and working harder to meet her sadistic whims. My struggling to breathe, my aching arms as well as the humiliation and degradation felt like sacrifices to Kelly as some sort of pretty, young Goddess, and knowing I was sacrificing myself for my Goddess just made me wetter and wetter. The fact that she had simply decided to empty my bank account of ten thousand dollars on a whim nearly made me orgasm right there and then as I slobbered desperately on Popeye's hard cock. 



Rather than her warning of her sociopathic tendencies this morning as I had cleaned her pussy putting me off, the idea of being totally at Kelly's mercy turned me on more and more. The fact that she offered nothing in return just elevated her superior status in my eyes, and as I took Popeye's cum down my throat, I decided I would ask Kelly if I could call her my Goddess.



X: Knowing Kelly costs me.



A few minutes after Popeye left, Stacey came to use the bathroom, but despite Kelly's re-appearance at the door to try and manipulate Stacey into having me clean her pussy, Stacey wouldn't play.



"It's too far, Kelly; as always. Get her out of here so I can pee in private."



Kelly put her tongue out at Stacey. "Fine, give me and the fuck-pig a minute, then."



Stacey left and Kelly walked over to me, dangling a small key before me. It was just a small key with a keyring on it. With a self-satisfied smile, Kelly made a point of dropping the key into the toilet bowl amongst the floating turds and toilet tissue and then picked up a hair pin from the window shelf. She straightened it and then turned the end into a make-shift hook.



"You can either stay like that and beg one of the others to reach into that grotty mess and find that key, and probably be late for work, or you can buy this hair pin off me for five thousand pounds, and then put it in your mouth and try to catch that little key yourself. Up to you, sow!" Kelly said, arranging her manicured finger nails in a row and admiring them as she spoke.



"Please can I buy the hair pin, miss. Oh, and please can I call you Goddess?" I asked desperately.



"Only if you agree to my contract and become my owned fuck-pig." Kelly said matter-of-factly, popping the hair pin into my mouth and pulling me by my hair until I was kneeling bent over the toilet, my arms stretched to their limit and my head right over the bowl. I tried to get my head as far down the toilet as I could, but even with my face in the disgusting unflushed sewage, I couldn't get the hair pin anywhere near the bottom of the loo.

<hr pg="2" />"Please miss." I said, pulling my head up and making Kelly laugh at the toilet water making my hair fall over my face in a sodden mess. "Please miss, I can't reach the key." 



"How's that my problem?" Kelly asked, furrowing her brow.



"It's not miss, I just need some help."



"You want my help, is that it?" Kelly asked innocently.



"Yes, miss."



"And what is it you want me to do, exactly?"



"I need you to help get the key out of the toilet, miss."



Kelly wrinkled her nose in disgust. "You actually think I should belittle myself and put my hand in that toilet for a disgusting flabby whore like you? Who do you think you are, you arrogant slut!" Kelly said angrily.



"No miss, it's not that I think you should, or even want you too... it's just that I'm worried I'll be late for work and am desperate. I don't know what to do, I'm sorry, Miss. You're right you should never have to do something like that for me." I said, realizing how insulting I had been asking the beautiful, composed and dignified young woman to do something so degrading. I felt ashamed and at the same time so subjugated at being treated as worthless at the same time as apologising to the young miss.



"I don't think anyone has ever asked me to do something like that." Kelly said as if offended. "But then again..." her voice softened "I've never met someone who's just sucked off two guys while they took a shit!" Kelly almost sounded cheery now.



"Tell you what Mona Bushpig; how much should I be paid for doing something so grotty do you think?"



I had already given away fifteen thousand pounds of my savings so the implications of Kelly's questioned scared me.



"I don't know, miss." I said, trying to avoid the answer.



"Give me a figure."



"Five miss?"



"Five what?"



"Five thousand pounds miss."



Kelly looked at me in disbelief. "Mina Bushpig..." She began, scolding me like a child. "It as five thousand for the hair pin. How is what you're now asking for equal to that? Give me a better figure!" Kelly said, snapping her fingers.



"Erm... twenty thousand, miss."



"Twenty thousand pounds. Better. How much do you have in your savings, Mona?" 



"I've got about seventy thousand from my pension lump sum miss." 



"No! you don't, you lying sow!" Kelly snapped. "You've paid fifteen out already, so that's fifty-five thousand."



"Yes, miss."



"Hmm... then it's either fifty-six thousand, or thirty thousand and you sign your slave contract today!"



"Yes, miss."



"Yes miss, what?"



"Yes, miss. I would like to pay thirty thousand and sign your contract please, miss."



"So let's be clear, Mona Bushpig; If I get those handcuffs unlocked you'll pay me thirty thousand pounds and sign a contract to be my slave?"



"Yes, miss."



"Today?"



"Today, miss."



"Well, what're we waiting for then?" Kelly asked chirpily, reaching into the pocket of her pyjama bottoms and producing a key. "What? I never said the other key fitted your cuffs now, did I? I want the thirty thousand in my bank by tonight, okay?" Kelly said, hunkering down and finally undoing the handcuffs.



It was such a relief after s many hours to have my arms not achingly stretched around the toilet bowl and I gratefully rubbed them to try and relieve the muscle cramps as Kelly stood up.



"Clean up this mess, piggy." Kelly said waving a finger all around the bathroom. "I want it spotless, and then maybe you can run off and earn some more money for me."



"Yes miss, but can I shower first, otherwise I'll mess up the bathroom with everything that's on me." I pleaded.



"And in you, piggy; did you forget the sausage! And no, you can't; rule number three; Bushpigs don't use the facilities. Follow me!"



I trundled after Kelly as she led the way to the back door, stopping to put a big, thick winter coat over her pyjamas, a woolly hat on her head, gloves scarf and a pair of boots followed.



"Come on, Bushpig!" She said opening the back door to the frosty early-morning and leading the way to a power washer attached to an outdoor tap.



"On all fours, Bushpig!" Kelly said, her breathe making clouds in the freezing early morning air. My bare flesh was still wet with piss, exaggerating the cold sting and ache of the early morning air and I was shivering and goose-bumped in seconds, my nipples hard and erect too.



I gently got on my hands and knees on the patio paving slabs and Kelly, turning on the tap, directed a jet of freezing cold water at me.



"Oh, I forgot to turn on the power washer!" Kelly said, bending over and flicking a switch. A gentle hum sounded and the jet of water hitting my exposed flesh suddenly leapt in power, so that the jet spray stung my flesh cruelly and even made my flab wobble under its power. 



As Kelly sprayed my bare body with the freezing cold jet of water, she reached for a broom with her free hand, and then began scraping my soft, tender flesh with the harsh bristles as she continued to cover me with the water.



"Do I have to do everything myself!" Kelly said to herself, disgustedly. "Stace! Stace! Come out here a moment, will you?" She called back into the house.



"What the fuck for, it's freezing out there. Couldn't you have shut the door?" Stacey's voice came from inside.



"Five thousand pounds if you come outside in the next twenty seconds! Twenty... nineteen... eighteen..."



The payments agreed earlier in the morning must have been mentioned to Stacey because she was outside, pulling on her coat before Kelly reached five.



"What? It's fucking freezing, Kell!"



"Here, just point this water jet at the old sow while I scrub her grotty flabby body clean!" Kelly said, handing her friend the power washer nozzle.



"Fine, but why didn't you just get her to do it herself?" Stacey asked, taking the nozzle and keeping a sustained blast into my left side.



"'Cos Stacey, dearest..." Kelly replied, an annoyance in her tone at being questioned. "I just didn't believe the old fuck-pig would rub herself raw quite the same as I will!" She added, taking the broom in both hands, and starting at the top of back, began scrubbing my soft flesh as hard as she could with the bristles. She moved gradually down my back until she reached my haunches and then, ordering me to hold my 'fat ass' apart she ground the bristles between my ass cheeks, then scraped them down my thighs and calves, before making me lie on my back so she could do my front. 



I lay on my back for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, with Stacey blasting water into my soft flesh and Kelly scraping down hard with the broom. She paid special attention to my more sensitive parts, grinding the bristles down into my already pierced and bruised little breasts, and scraping my bald pussy with great enthusiasm after stopping to say with utter scorn; "Get that sausage meat out of that sloppy hole you call a cunt!". 



Eventually it was over, the hum of the power washer stopped, I heard the wooden clunk of the broom handle falling against a wall and Kelly strode back into the house.



"Suppose we better follow her." Stacey said with a shrug as I sat up, shivering uncontrollably and looking my wet, grazed and red raw body over. In the main the brush had rubbed my pale flesh raw and swollen, but in places there were actual grazes with blood coming to the surface. Kelly really meant it when she had said; "It's kind of cool being free of remorse; it kind of frees you up to do anything that comes to mind."



I followed Stacey back inside and wasn't offered a towel, and didn't ask for one. I figured the rule 'Bushpigs don't use amenities' would extend to towels.



Instead I drip dried on my hands and knees, cleaning the bathroom as ordered by Kelly. It took me about an hour to get the bathroom spic and span and the hard work soon had me warmed up. Finished, I wandered into the living area, still nude, where the three of them were lounging about drinking coffees.



"I've finished, miss." I told Kelly, holding one arm over my bare breasts, and the other between my thighs to try and protect any dignity I had left.



"Whoopie-doo! Well, I've been busy too, piggy-mama!" Kelly said, waving a notepad at me from where she lay on the sofa, still in her pyjamas.



"If the clock in the kitchen is right, its eight o'clock. I really need to get to my hotel to get ready for work, miss." I said tentatively.



"I've kept a record of what you owe us so you can't sneak out of it, sow!" Kelly said, totally ignoring me and sounding like she had slyly caught me out trying to cheat them. 



"Ten thousand to Popeye for letting you suck his cock while he took a shit; five thousand to me for the hair pin, thirty thousand to me for unlocking you, five thousand to Stacey for helping outside. Sound right to you, Mona Bushpig?" Kelly asked triumphantly.



"Yes, miss. But I really have to get going, miss" I said counting up my losses to a total of fifty thousand pounds in one night. 



"That's because you're not taking into account all the things we've done for you. Look, I've made a price list for you!" Kelly said, again totally ignoring my request.



- Blowjobs: £1,000



- Anal: £2,000



- Being fucked; £5,000



- Receiving a load of cum; £1,000



- Getting tasered; £1,000



- Being cleaned; £1,000



So, by my reckoning that's four thousand in blowjobs, 'cos you did suck the guys off last night and this morning. Another two for having Mr C's cock up your disgusting ass last night. Five for the honour of Popeye's cock in that desperate old hole. Four thousand in cum, two for tasers and a thousand each to me and Stace for cleaning your grotty body up. That's... I love maths!... eighteen thousand.



"What's your total now, fuck-pig?" 



"Sixty-eight thousand, miss."



"Mhm, and how much did you say you had in your savings, again?"



"Seventy thousand, miss."



"Heh, and two thousand to take you to your hotel, then!" Kelly added, looking pleased at her own wit.



"Yes, miss." I said.



Mr C drove me to the hotel, Kelly sitting in the back with me, her fully dressed and me totally nude. 



"I like your saggy old body all marked and sore and bruised." Kelly told me, prodding my bare flesh in several places with her finger as she spoke. "I meant what I said, Mona Bushpig; if you continue this relationship, I'll just exploit you for my own benefit, with complete disregard for you or your life. I'm going to draft up a contract and e-mail it to you today so give me your work e-mail so I know you'll receive it. If I was you, I'd run a mile, put this visit down as a mistake, and move on; although I suppose seeing Mr C and Popeye again might be a little awkward! Anyway. If that's what you decide, fair enough, I won't even take my share of your money, although you'll have to pay the others still. But somehow, Mona, I think be seeing you again, all desperate to please me with a signed contract in your hand." Kelly said, as if the whole thing was tediously obvious. 



She even leant me her coat, at an agreed rate of one hundred pounds a day so I could get to my hotel room without parading my bare and bruised middle-aged body.



XI: Kelly sends me a contract.



I blew Kelly and Mr C a kiss each and then rushed into the hotel to get ready for work. I had to slow down getting dressed because my flesh was extremely sensitive from being rubbed raw with the broom bristles and my aching breasts were swollen from the taser wounds, to the point I discarded my bra. My work trousers rubbed terribly against the sensitive raw mound of my pussy so that I developed a way of mincing around rather than walking, but all in all, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a respectably attired professional business woman in a suit. Admittingly I looked shattered, drawn and haggard; a face like Mr C's scrotum as Kelly might say, but other than that there was no indication of the middle-aged fuck-pig I had been last night and this morning, despite the tingling and aching I felt all over my body under my business suit. I might have to pay out a part of my savings and put up with some excruciatingly embarrassing times when Mr C and Popeye were around, but all of that I cold live with.



I managed to get to work only half an hour late, apologised and focused hard on the job at hand, as usual. When we broke for lunch, I checked my mail and found an e-mail from Kelly in my inbox simply entitled 'Contract etc'



The e-mail read;



Hey Mona Bushpig, 



Your contract docs are attached. If you fill them out, return them to me we can begin our new relationship. If you fill out the forms below you agree to MY rules and understand that you will be respectful at all times. Like I've said so many times, but it bears repeating; if you sign up to this relationship, I fully intend to exploit you for MY own benefit, with complete disregard for you or your life. You will do as you're told and never question your Goddess's commands. Once the contracts are sent to me, only I will have the power to terminate them and you will follow my rules until such time as I choose to end the contract. All contracts are binding, and in all seriousness, Mona Bushpig; this is not a game, I assure you it is all so very real.



Get reading, Bushpig! 



K



The first attachment was a contract template for me to fill in. I read through it carefully, my sensitive pussy becoming wet despite its delicate sore state:



Consensual Blackmail Contract



I, _____________________on the _____ day of ____________, hereby agree and openly beg to provide Kelly Macgregor with the below personal information for the purpose of being consensually blackmailed.



I provide the following information totally voluntarily and understand that the contacts I give will receive a copy of a film of my sexual behaviour on the __ ovtober 2019 from Kelly Macgregor if she so chooses. Once this document is filled out and signed all information there-in is the property of Kelly Macgregor to do as she wishes.



I, further agree to follow explicitly and unquestioningly everything Kelly Macgregor demands of me. I understand that failure to fully follow such instruction will invoke a copy of the film of myself from the evening of ___ October 2019 to the designated parties



I give Kelly Macgregor control over my daily life and I accept I should be punished for any failure to meet Kelly Macgregor 's orders. Kelly Macgregor owns my orgasms. I'm not allowed to orgasm and if I do, I will pay an orgasm tax of £2,500 on top of my weekly tribute of £500. If I choose to have sexual relation with my fiance I will pay £5,000 sex tax. I understand that Kelly Macgregor has the right to change any terms of payment. 



The information to be provided is as follows:



Full Name:



Address:



Home Phone:



Cell Phone:



Email:



Messenger ID('s):



For the following people; my fiancé, my ex-husband, my son, my daughter, my sister, my employer.



I give this information voluntarily. I am under no coercion to give the above information and do so because I wish to serve Kelly Macgregor as her blackmailed slave and to give her my complete attention.



Signature/date



With an application tribute of £5,000 for her consideration and time.



The second document was a set of house-rules, elaborated since I was told the first three verbally:



House-rules for Bushpig when she visits, No Mona Bushpigs on the furniture!



1. Bushpigs crawl!



2. Bushpigs don't use the facilities.



3. Bushpigs do not orgasm while visiting.



4. Bushpigs are enthusiastic, happy and eager to please.



5. Bushpigs are grateful for everything that is done to them.



6. Bushpigs never complain.



7. Bushpigs pay for everything.



8. Bushpigs do what I say.



9. Bushpigs visit when told.



10. Bushpigs do all chores.



I took discreetly took my phone to the Ladies' loos, and locking myself in a cubicle, delicately slid my pants and panties down and began stroking my swollen clit as I imagined living by Kelly's rules whenever I was visiting. The idea od being an owned middle-aged fuck-pig one weekend in every four certainly sounded fun!



The third document was a set of prices, again, elaborated on since the discussions this morning;



Bushpig will pay;



£1,000 to give a blowjob.



£2,000 to be fucked anally.



£5,000 to be fucked in her pussy.



£1,000 to receive a shot of cum.



£1,000 to be tasered.



£1,000 to be cleaned.



£500 a week maintenance charge.



£5,000 to fuck her fiancé.



All Kelly Macgregor's bills and expenses.



I was trying my best to comprehend how the contract and rules would play out in real life. Financially I would struggle; £500 a week pretty much took all my pension, so I would have to work or confess to my fiancé the situation and lean on his earnings to survive. But even then, Kelly expected me to subsidise her lifestyle entirely and I had no way of knowing what that would cost.



In addition, being intimate with my fiancé was expensive, especially given the charges I would amount on every visit to my Goddess.



On the financial side alone, Kelly's demands were impractical. I decided I couldn't meet them without negotiating, but immediately felt sad, as her House-rules had been extremely sexy, as was the general idea of consensually allowing the young woman to blackmail me, not that I could stop her if she wanted to, I supposed.



I could orgasm right now if I wanted, I thought to myself, refuse to sign the documents, go back to my fiancé and put this all down to a mistake. Sure, Mr C and Popeye had a different view of me now, but surely overtime we could agree it was just a wild weekend?



Then I panicked; what about the film and the pictures? What would Kelly do with them? She had offered for things to go back to how they were if that was what I chose, I just had to hope she kept her word. 



XII: Kelly and I text terms and conditions.



I sent Kelly a text;



'Hi Kelly, thanks for the e-mail. I'm going say no, thanks all the same. Luv Ally. Xxx' and then, zipping up my work pants I went back to the seminar I was leading, I grabbed a coffee and went chatting to the various groups mulling about over dinnertime, whilst anxiously checking my phone for a reply from Kelly.



'Why?'



'I couldn't afford the money for 1 thing. LOL. xxx'



'Yes u cud. For a while anyway.'



'How?'



'Get a job.'



'Still not enough, I'm afraid; Your charges are 2 high. Xxx'



'Fuck you; no they're not, bitch! You own a car, a house, you can borrow against them, take out credit cards, loans, become a fucking whore if anyone'll pay for that gross, middle-aged, worn out frump-lump!'



I could feel Kelly's anger at having her charges challenged and tried to appease her.



'Sorry Kelly, you're right, the charges aren't too high, I just don't have the money. Xxx'



'Yes u do. I just explained that.'



I was totally stumped. From Kelly's practical and emotionally detached view, she was right. I did have the means to pay her for a while, until she bankrupted me. I was beginning to understand the connotations of the warning she had repeatedly given me; 'if you sign up to this relationship, I fully intend to exploit you for MY own benefit, with complete disregard for you or your life.'



'Okay, but I can't do it. Sorry. Xxx'



'Not can't; won't. Stupid time-wasting bitch.'



'I'm so sorry, Kelly. I haven't meant to waste your time. Xxx'



'Never text me again.' 



I felt utterly despondent and empty, but I obeyed and went back to the seminar. When the seminar ended, I got a taxi back to my hotel and felt sad, lonely and rejected but I tried to shrug it off, feeling sad, but resigned to trying to forget Kelly. She certainly was a 'great and terrifying thing' but her demands were just too much for me.

