Hungry for Dawn

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Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slut Wife, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Sadistic, Torture, White Couple, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Water Sports, Scatology, Caution, Violent, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: A married woman writes to Guy and offers herself to him as his cum sponge, human mattress, and toilet slave for a weekend.

As usual, when he got home from work, Guy's in-box contained the expected assortment of requests people in Nigeria seeking help from random strangers to smuggle their vast fortunes in America. They all made it to his wastebasket.

But there was one that looked sort of real.

> From: Dawn
> To: Hungry
> Subject: Hi
>
> My name is dawn

Figuring it might be real or it might be spam, he took a chance.

> From: Hungry
> To: Dawn
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> Hi Dawn! Do you want to be my Cum Sponge or
> Toilet Slave for a day? I live north of New
> York. How about you?

Now most of the time when Guy replies to people who write to him, he never hears back. So when Dawn replied, that was a good sign.

> From: Dawn
> To: Hungry
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> hi i live on long island, wish we were closer.

A common problem was that sincere sub girls often lived too far away--sometimes halfway around the globe. He thought about that girl from India who wanted to be his toilet slave a few weeks ago. There was always some problem or complication. If this Dawn is sincere, it might work out.

> From: Hungry
> To: Dawn
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> Long Island is no problem. A few years ago, I
> commuted to Ohio by train every other weekend to
> play with a girl. I can get a motel near you for
> a day. Interested? If so, tell me about yourself.

Her reply came later that day.

> From: Dawn
> To: Hungry
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> i'm married, kids a girl 4 and a boy 2. kind of Cute
> petite, around 5 ft 100lbs, brown hair and eyes. shy
> and reserved. only 3 sex partners. one was my uncle
> for many years when i was around 10. Don't smoke

He wondered why she would want to offer herself to a total stranger if she was married. Wouldn't her husband be thrilled to have a willing toilet slave as his service? This wouldn't be the first married woman who offered herself to him, of course. But after Kathy a few years ago, his suspicion rose a bit.

> From: Hungry
> To: Dawn
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> How long have you wanted to be a human toilet? And
> I'm baffled. You're married? Why offer yourself to a
> total stranger? Why doesn't your husband use you as
> his toilet?

Her explanation came the next day, and was fairly predictable.

> From: Dawn
> To: Hungry
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> i asked him if he wanted me just to lick his butt
> and he thought that was sick, so no way

Some people can be so mismatched erotic-wise. Well, Guy's gain and hubby's loss.

> From: Hungry
> To: Dawn
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> That's too bad your husband isn't GGG. But it's
> good for me. Since you're married, I assume there'll
> be no sex. You'll just be my toilet for a few hours?

To his surprise, she wanted more than just to be a human toilet.

> From: Dawn
> To: Hungry
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> I want sex! Can you spend a whole weekend with
> me? And afterward, I'll need you to cuddle and hold
> me and make love. Does that make sense?

Guy was certainly willing to oblige her.

> From: Hungry
> To: Dawn
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> Yes, that makes sense. It's called "sub space."
> You need tenderness to come down from the high.
> And of course I'll spend the whole weekend. Can
> you get away from your husband for a whole weekend?
> Do you also want to be my Cum Sponge, and my
> Human Mattress?

This was certainly looking promising.

> From: Dawn
> To: Hungry
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> Yes! I want all that! Use me! Abuse me!
> Will you reward me if I'm a good slave?

Guy replied suggesting they set a date.

> From: Hungry
> To: Dawn
> Subject: Re: Hi
>
> Of course I will. I've been told I'm
> good with my tongue. I'll give you
> a reward for being an obedient toilet.
> So scope out some motels near you.
> Since you're married, I'll let you
> suggest a weekend. I'm single, so
> my weekends are mine.

They continued to correspond, and chatted on Yahoo Messenger, for a couple of weeks before deciding on a weekend. Dawn suggested several motels near her and Guy packed up an assortment of toys and brought his folding BDSM bench.


Guy spent Thursday evening after work day preparing for his adventure. For starters, he carefully took a shit into an old bowl. Using a disposable plastic knife, he cut up the stools and set each piece into a slot in a plastic ice cube tray. Peeing into that bowl, he then poured his pee into the tray over the lumps of shit, filling the tray up. He then placed it in a double layer of zip-lock baggies and placed it in his freezer. He then checked his back of toys to make sure that everything was there that he would need. He folded up his padded BDSM bench and put it in his car.

So that Friday, Guy left work early and headed downstate. He put the poopsicles(TM) in an portable electric cooler filled with ice in his car to keep them frozen. After a long drive through New York City and out along the Long Island Expressway, he arrived at his destination out on Long Island and checked into the hotel Friday evening.

After checking in, he set up his folding BDSM bench and took a quick shower. As expected, he got a call from Dawn on his cell phone about an hour later.

"Hey girl!" he said.

"Hi," said Dawn. "Are you there? Do you have a room?"

Guy told her the room number and she said she's been waiting at the Dunkin Donuts across the street, and will be right here.

Within minutes, a knock came from the door.

"Hi baby," said Guy as he opened the door.

"Hi," she said and bowed her head.

"Come in," said Guy.

"I'm so nervous," she said. "I told my husband I'm visiting a friend in New Jersey and won't be back until Monday."

"Great!" said Guy. "We have all weekend together."

She looked up at him. "So what should I cal you? Guy? Master?"

"Seeing as I'm a bit older than you, call me Daddy,"

Dawn smiled. "Yes, Daddy. What Are you going to use me for first? Do you have to poo yet?"

"Say 'shit'."

"Do you have to shit yet, Daddy? I haven't eaten anything all day, just for you. I'm so hungry."

"Well," said Guy. "Not just yet. Here's the plan for tonight. It's late, so I'm going to order room service--a big steak and loads of fries. You'll get a taste after I'm finished digesting it. Your face will be my chair while I eat. Sound like a plan?"

"That's a wonderful plan, Daddy."

Guy called room service and ordered a porterhouse steak and an extra serving of steak fries. He also ordered two slices of toast.

"The toast is for you," he said. "No need to starve yourself waiting for me to feed you. I might not have to shit until tomorrow. You can't go hungry that long."

"Yes, Daddy," said Dawn. "What and when I eat is up to you."

Their food arrived a short while later. After the waiter left, Guy set up his folding BDSM bench adjacent to the small table in the corner of the room while Dawn ate her toast with a glass of water.

"All right, Dawn," said Guy as he stood by the bench leering at her, "Take your clothes off. Slaves don't wear clothes indoors in my presence."

"Can I undress in the bathroom, Daddy? I know you'll be seeing me naked in a minute anyway, but I'm nervous. We hardly know each other. Does that sound weird to you?"

"No!" he said. "I want to watch you undress in front of me."

Dawn swallowed and looked away and started to undress slowly. Without meeting his eyes, she removed her top and tossed it on the floor. Then her bra.

"Very nice," Guy commented as her bare breasts wiggled as she reached down to unfasten her pants button.

She kicked her shoes off and pulled her pants down. She glanced up at him as she stood there in just her panties.

"Panties, too," said Guy.

"Yes, Daddy," said Dawn as she removed the last bit of clothing that separated her from complete nudity in front of him.

"Beautiful!" he said. "Now lie down here, slave."

Dawn lay down on the padded bench. Guy buckled a set of shackles to each of her wrists and ankles, and fastened them to some of the eye-bolts in the sides of the bench. He then slid several belts under the bench and over the top of her belly and chest, and snugged her down tightly. Next, he placed a leather neck brace around her neck to prevent her from rolling her head from side to side.

Guy then put on a pair of latex surgical gloves, and removed the tray of poopsicles from his cooler. He inserted one into her vagina, evoking a squeal from her as he pushed the ice deep into her with his fingertip. He then pinched her jaw open and dropped one into her mouth. Then he removed the latex gloves and went into the bathroom to wash his hands after handling frozen shit embedded in frozen piss.

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