Message-ID: <12451eli$9806232301@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part twenty three Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <358fcd7a.57318139@news.ip.pt> In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. http://www.mschristine.com Part Twenty-three Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson. Lying on his back, David saw Karin lower her panties and sit on the seat above him. This was a most unusual perspective from which to look at a woman. So impersonal. He was able to look upon her sex above him, which was in itself exciting. Yet he had the knowledge that the genitalia he was focused upon were about to deliver such profound humiliation. "Get a good look wanker," she ordered, "makes you want to sniff my knickers and toss off I'll bet!" David lay obediently silent. But he had to acknowledge that it was an arousing sight, something that made him feel ashamed of himself, given what she intended. She ordered, "You may now beg my forgiveness." As soon as David started to utter his first plea a seemingly unending stream of urine spattered and splashed over his face. He attempted to burble his entreaties, and beg her mercy. Karin laughed, as this only resulted in further humiliation, by causing him to choke on the bitter tasting fluid he could not avoid swallowing. She wiped herself with tissue, and dropped it on his face. Closing the lid she warned, "I hope my breakfast is satisfactory, or there will be trouble." Through the perspex sides he was aware of her adjusting her stockings as she stood over him before moving to the wash basin. Then she swished from the room. It was only seven in the morning, and Karin had degraded and humiliated David beyond anything he could have thought possible. He was securely strapped up, restrained and locked into place as her toilet. She had called him a toilet pervert, and had pissed on his face. Then she just walked out as if this was the most normal thing in the world to do to a person. He was left to suffer the degradation of feeling that to her, he was nothing more that a receptacle for her urine. Could he possibly sink any lower? He pondered this question as he lay with the back of his head immersed in the still warm fluid. With the lid down the smell was intensified. His senses were surrounded by her waste. The taste in his throat, the wetness on his face, his hair soaked, the smell in his nostrils. His existence had been reduced to that of a toilet. Yet somehow this made her seem more like a queen, she was so superior to him in every way. Karin took a leisurely breakfast, totally satisfied with her weekend. She was overjoyed with the way her week was beginning too. Pissing on a man was something she had long wanted to do. She was glad now that she had ordered the perspex toilet from that company in Australia. Karin was feeling ready for anything, nothing could stop her now she mused as she made her way back upstairs. The take over bid she was working on this week would go well. The confidence she now felt, would virtually guarantee it. David watched through the see through sides and top of his enclosure, as Karin clicked on her stiletto heels in and out of the bathroom in various states of dress. As she applied her make up and completed her toilette, she totally ignored him. As a person he had ceased to exist. When he saw her leave the bathroom fully dressed, he wondered if she was planning to leave him there all day. By ten that morning, Karin had closed several deals on the telephone, and was ready to leave for her meeting. She couldn't resist another session in the bathroom. The 'high' it gave her was exalting, a power trip for sure. She strode into her bathroom, her heels clicking purposefully on the tiled floor. Standing astride his chest, she pulled up the skirt of her business suit, slowly and deliberately exposing to David the erotic sight of her black lingerie and seamed stockings. ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ Christine & David Stevenson Authors of the Fem Dom Training Software Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com http://www.mschristine.com/program.html -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----