Christine often went to _edge play_ after work on Friday nights. Her job as a legal secretary for a law firm on Wall Street didn’t leave much room for self-expression.
The cab let her out on 14th street. After a short walk down the block, she stood before a pair of glass doors in a stainless steel frame on an, otherwise, featureless gray stucco building, the entrance to _edge play._
She walked down a short hallway, past a bdsm bookstore on the left and a novelty store on the right, around a corner and down a short hallway. She stopped to show her id to the bouncer then proceeded into a waiting elevator.
She exited the elevator on the main floor of the club into another short hallway. She passed a political poster that said:
_vote libertarian–we’re pro-choice on everything! _
Christine considered silently, “damn libertarians want to eliminate all _malum prohibitum_ laws and put me out of a job! There’d be almost no need for lawyers if the only crimes were _malum in se.”_ She sighed and continued until she found a list of scheduled events:
_misanthrope live tonight_ _big boob parade in blue dungeon at 8:00_ _branding demonstration in orange dungeon at 8:00_ _all your base are belong to us in black dungeon at 8:30_ _co ed tandem beer pissing contest in red dungeon at 9:00_ _comedy king in yellow dungeon at 9:00_ _
hot male revue in white dungeon at 10:00_ _master of illusion in green dungeon at 10:00_ _slave auction in blue dungeon at 11:00_ _torture demonstration in violet dungeon at 11:00_
She’d seen all these events; there was nothing new to see tonight. She continued into the main room, walked up to the bar, ordered a pan galactic gargle blaster, and found a seat at an empty table.
_misanthrope_ was wailing out their latest death-metal hit, _rest in pieces, _ in a satanic devil voice, _”I am crazy! Don’t fuck with me baby! Chop you up into bits! While you hang from your tits!”_
She thought that Jamie, the guitarist, was cute as she finished her drink. That thought made her feel horny, and she also had to take a leak, so she stood and headed toward the alternate ladies’ room, the one with the live human toilet slaves, to piss and get her clit sucked on at the same time.
She stopped for a moment at the corkboard plastered with personal ads. Most were for masters seeking slaves, or slaves seeking masters. Others were selling bdsm paraphernalia–collars, shackles, suspension harnesses, fellatio harnesses, spreader bars, etc.
A few were for more mundane items such as cars for sale, apartments for rent, and roommates wanted. Then one caught her eye.
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_female cum-sponge wanted: using a two-part harness joined at a cock ring, I will wear one part on my hips with the cock ring held tightly in place at the base of my cock, and you will wear the other part over your head with that same cock ring pressed tightly against your mouth.
Thus connected, you will be my cum-sponge for a 24-hour period. I will wear you around the house throughout the day–while cooking, while eating at the table, while watching TV, while working at the computer, even while sleeping in bed. You, of course, would be expected to consume whatever secretions are deposited in your mouth.
You will be disconnected only for brief moments during the day so you can change your adult diaper. I imagine I would be able to watch an entire football game while drinking a six-pack or two without once getting up once to take a whiz._
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Christine’s heart was pounding and her pussy was wet by the time she finished reading the long-winded ad. She jotted down the phone number on the back of an envelope and shoved the envelope back in her purse.
Forgetting all about using a toilet slave, she left the club and hurried home.
She arrived home shortly after 8:00 pm. Her panties were soaked from thinking about being used as a cum-sponge all the way home. She dropped her purse on the sofa and picked up the phone.
Then she set it down. Could she really call a total stranger to offer herself up to him as his sex toy for a weekend? While she had sold herself at the club’s slave auctions a few times, calling a total stranger cold was a little scary. But this was too good to pass up. She picked up the phone again and dialed the number.
A man answered the phone, “hello?”
“uhm, hi!”
“‘hi,’ to you too! Who’s this?”
“I, er, saw your ad at _edge play.”_
“my ad?”
“yeah, for a cum-sponge?”
“oh! _that_ ad! I posted that _months_ ago; I figured it got taken down by now.”
“it’s still there. You never got any answers?”
“a couple of gay guys called me a few times. Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay, but I’m straight. You’re the first woman to call about it.”
“yeah, I’m a woman. I’m Christine. And you are?”
“I’m Brian. So you think you might want to be my cum-sponge?”
He didn’t sound so dominant, and Christine was feeling hesitant again. “I guess so,” she answered.
“well, okay. When do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know. Any time I guess. Whenever is good for you, I suppose.”
“how about now?” he asked.
“now? I don’t know. It’s kind of late, and I don’t know if I want to go back into the city.”
“I see. Well, some other time then…”
“wait!” Christine blurted. “do you live in the city? Maybe I could come over tomorrow?”
“er, I live in jersey, up in Bergen county. You?”
“I’m out on long island. I can take the path to Hoboken if you can pick me up at the station.”
They agreed on a time and where to meet.
The next morning, Christine packed a change of clothes in a small satchel and boarded the lirr into penn station in Manhattan. From there she boarded a path train to new jersey and rode it to the end of the line at Hoboken.
She came up out of the portal onto the sidewalk and looked around.
Her heart was pounding again at what she was about to do, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when someone said, “Christine?”
She spun around to see a tall guy with brown hair and glasses. He was wearing a bright yellow tee shirt that said, “I came on Eileen” in dark red letters.
“hi! Brian?” she asked.
“yeah. So, uhm, you ready?”
They walked around the corner and stopped in front of an old 1950’s era ford thunderbird. The glossy paint was dark green with a narrow yellow stripe running up along the front door seam across the hood and back down the other door seam. It also had the number “2” panted in white on the back fenders, and had the strangest looking rear spoiler that looked a lot like a row of square jet engines.
Christine commented, “ford thunderbird, huh?”
“yeah! You can say I’m a thunderbird fan.” he opened the door for her and she got in.
She tossed her satchel into the back seat and sat in the car. He got in the driver’s side, popped a tape into the stereo, and drove off to the sound of _cass carnaby five_ playing their hit single, _dangerous game._
Traffic was light as he drove cross streets and got on route 78 to the Pulaski skyway through jersey city. Then he got on the garden state parkway and headed north.
“how far is your house from here?” she asked.
“we’re almost to the danger zone,” he answered.
“almost there, you mean?”
“f.a.b.” he answered.
A few minutes later, he got off the parkway into a residential area. He turned into a development of small houses and after a bit of meandering, turned into a driveway and pulled into a garage next to another old ford thunderbird, numbered “1.” thunderbird 1 was painted silver, and had a small rocket-like nose cone welded to the hood.
Christine followed Brian into his house and into the living room.
“well,” he said. “here we are.”
“yeah, here we are. So what do you want me to do?”
“wait here a sec,” he said and went off down a hallway. He returned a few minutes later with a larger Tupperware box. Opening it revealed a box of adult diapers and a leather harness with all kinds of straps, buckles, and rings.
“this is it,” he said as he lifted the harness from the box.
“yeah,” she answered, getting impatient with his bashful demeanor, “now what?”
“do you need to use the bathroom or anything first?”
“I’m fine,” she said, wishing he would get on with it already.
“then, uhm, I guess you should take off your clothes.”
She swallowed and did as told. She leaned over and pulled her shoes off. Next, she pulled her blouse over her head. Then she unbelted her jeans and let them drop. She pulled her socks off next, leaving herself standing there in just a bra and panties.
She turned around and said, “can you unfasten my bra?”
“sure,” he answered as he fumbled with the hooks on the back of her bra. She pulled her bra off her shoulders and faced him again. “you want my panties off too, right?”
“yeah,” he answered picking up the box of adult diapers. She leaned down, and pulled her panties down her legs and kicked them to one side as he opened the box and handed her a diaper.
Standing before him completely nude, she asked him, “do I really have to wear that?”
“yeah. I’ll be wearing you non-stop. You’ll be able to go to the bathroom without breaking us apart. I’ll only have to remove you once or twice a day so you can change your diaper.”
Christine wasn’t too happy about wearing the diaper. She knew that she could hold her pee until he let her use the toilet, but she knew that being a sub requires obedience, so she put the diaper on. She hoped that he would also want to fuck her, and this diaper would just get in the way of that.
“and you’re going to restrain my hands and arms so I can’t move or get away, right?”
“I wasn’t planning to restrain your hands, but I guess I can if you want me to.”
“I think you should want to,” she told him.
“okay,” he answered. He reached into the box and pulled out two sets of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. “put your arms behind your back.”
She did so, and he buckled the cuffs to her wrists. Then he kneeled and placed another set of cuffs on her ankles.
“now get on your knees,” he told her.
She suddenly realized that it would be nearly impossible to get down on her knees without falling with her wrists and ankles shackled. With a bit of gyrating, she managed to get on her knees without falling.
She looked up at him and asked with a grin, “what next?”
“hold your horses, cum-sponge. I’ll be right back.” he took the harness and went back down the hallway for several minutes. Her heart was pounding even harder than ever, and she could already feel her diaper getting wet as her pussy gushed moisture.
When he returned, he was naked except for half the harness around his hips and the cock ring held snugly at the base of his dick, just as promised. The head half of the harness hung loosely from the ring.
He stepped up to her, facing her with his cock throbbing just inches from her face.
“now open your mouth,” he said.
She opened her mouth and he stepped forward sliding his cock into it. Staring into his pubic hair, she felt him grabbing the straps and buckling them around the back of her head. Each time he buckled a strap, it forced his cock ever deeper into her mouth.
He continued to buckle straps, forcing his cock all the way to the back of her mouth, making her gag. He buckled the last few straps forcing his cock down her throat, at which she started bucking involuntarily.
“calm down, bitch!” he scolded her. “you’ll get used to it.”
What a sudden change in attitude! But she could hardly hear him as she gasped in pain struggling to breathe. She willed herself to clamp her throat muscles down on the head of his cock so she could stop the gagging. Still, she couldn’t breathe and she struggled to resist panicking.
Then, _gaaaaa! _ his cock was throbbing and she tasted that familiar gamy taste. He was moaning and coming down her throat, reactivating her gag reflex even worse than before. The pain was incredible and she felt like she would pass out any moment. He finally spent himself and said, “move your ass, bitch, I want to sit down.”
This time, she panicked. She couldn’t breathe and the gag reflex was uncontrollable. She felt like she was about to puke from her gagging.
He dragged her by the head as he walked slowly backward, then he yanked her head down into his lap as he sat on the sofa.
She had managed to fight the gag reflex, but her lungs were screaming in pain and she was feeling so lightheaded from lack of oxygen.
“okay, cunts,” he said, “just relax and breathe.”
The pain was subsiding and she was getting lightheaded, then she realized that his dick had shrunk after coming and found that she could now breathe through her nose. The lightheadedness went away after a couple of slow, measured breaths.
She took stock in her position then. He was sitting on the sofa and she was kneeling between his legs with her neck stretched out and her mouth glued to his cock. The TV was on but couldn’t recognize the show. She heard someone say, “he’s dead, Jim!” but didn’t recognize the voice, and figured the he must be watching some crime drama.
Her breathing finally became regular and relaxed again, but she was having serious doubts about this. “damn!” she thought, “I wish I have given him a safe-word or stop signal!”
After a couple of minutes, the phone rang. She heard him pick up the TV remote and then heard the vcr buzzing as it started taping the show. He turned off the TV and answered the phone, “hello?”
“oh, hi john.”
“yeah? The guys are going out for a bar crawl tonight?”
“sorry, dude. I, sort of, have a date tonight. Where are you going?”
“yeah? Eddies is cool!”
“live band? Who?”
“cool! _eternia mortis_ rocks! Wish I could go with you guys!”
“now, I can’t.”
“yeah, Kathy likes me? Who said?”
“Debbie told Gary, and he told you? Well, tell Kathy ‘hi!’ for me. But don’t tell her I know she likes me.”
“maybe I’ll call her next week.”
“eh, she’s okay looking, I guess.”
“yeah, I might fuck her or I might not. I don’t know yet.”
“well, I’ll tell you about her later. Say ‘hi’ to the guys for me.”
“yeah, bye.”
He hung the phone up and then said, “I’m hungry. I’m going to stand and walk into the kitchen.”
Christine got ready as he yanked her head up while he stood, pulling her up by the head and neck. He then walked slowly forward forcing her to crawl backward on her knees. She couldn’t see anything other than his curly pubic hair heading up toward his stomach.
Again she began to breathe faster with the exertion and she starts gagging on his cock. Still, he walked and steered her head by turning his hips. Gradually, they made it to the kitchen. She couldn’t tell what he was doing since she was staring into his muff, but she heard him rooting through the refrigerator.
He walked a little more and heard him put something in a microwave. He went back to the fridge and took not one, but two beers out. _Christ! _ she thought. _I hope he doesn’t piss in my mouth! _
A minute later, the microwave chimed and he took out something that smelled like pizza.
Then he pushed her by the head back into the living room and sat back down on the sofa.
He turned the TV back on and started watching a football game. He started eating the pizza and sipping his beer.
He lifted his legs up and rested them on her back, and squeezed her head between his thighs as crossed his ankles.
She started working her tongue around his shaft finally trying to enjoy the scene. Unfortunately, he was enjoying it too and he quickly got hard again. Christine started gagging on his dick again as it forced itself to the back of her mouth and past her throat. She started choking as he, once again, shot a wad of cum down her throat.
Her body started bucking again and her eyes started watering as she was suffocating and choking on his cum. After what seemed like an eternity while her lungs screamed in pain for air, his dick started shrinking just before she felt that she was about to pass out.
This time, she was able to catch her breath a little quicker and suck some air in through her nose a little easier than before.
Brian seemed to get excited about something at the game as he jerked her head and yelled at the TV, “how could you miss that pass, you jerk!”
She heard him take another bite of pizza and another gulp of beer. A commercial came on the TV and then his limp dick started coming in her mouth again. But, _ghaaa! _ it wasn’t cum–he was pissing in her mouth! _oh god! Oh, gross! _
Thank god his dick was limp; she tried to gulp his piss down as fast as she could.
“hey!” he shouted. “you’re dribbling piss onto my sofa you filthy bitch!”
Christine tried to say, “I’m sorry, master.”
He yelled “oww! You fucking bit me, you damn whore!” as he slapped the back of her head with his hand.
Christine winced at the sudden sharp pain, but remained silent since she couldn’t talk anyway.
He stood and dragged her into the bathroom, grabbed a couple of towels, wet one, and then dragged her back to the sofa. He wiped the sofa with the wet towel and then placed the dry towel on the sofa and sat back down dragging her head down as he sat.
“you make me miss any of the game, and I’m really going to hurt you bitch!”
Christine tried to relax with her neck stretched and her head securely fastened to his crotch. His cock throbbed in her mouth almost continuously as he watched the game. Time crawled by as the football game slowly advanced. He drank one beer, and then pissed in her mouth again.
As the game bore on, he drank the second beer and pissed in her mouth yet again. Christine thought this game would never end, but it finally ended when Brian jumped up, jerking her head up by the neck yelling, “whoohoo!”
He fell back down on the sofa, yanking her head back down again. A moment later, she heard a _pffft_ sound from under her chin and smelled his fart a moment later. The stench was so strong that she started to cough, causing his cock in her mouth to get erect, causing her to choke yet again.
Again, he stood and dragged her backward as she choked on his hard cock. She managed to catch a few breaths as he walked her to the bathroom and sat on the toilet with her chin resting on the cold front edge of the toilet seat.
_oh gross! _ she thought. _please don’t take a crap with my face plastered to your crotch! _
He started by pissing in her mouth yet again, which she managed to swallow without dribbling any down her chin. Then he farted once more, and then she heard a plopping sound accompanied by water splashing against her chin. The stink attacked her nose a split second later. He shit out another lump, and then another. She struggled to keep from puking.
Just as she felt that the urge to puke was about to overtake her, he stood, flushed, and wiped his ass.
He returned to the living room, still dragging her by the mouth, and sat on the sofa again.
He flipped channels and started watching a movie. She sat there patiently through the movie with her face glued to his crotch. Halfway through the movie, his cock got hard again. She was getting used to breathing with the head of his cock pushing itself down her throat, but then it started throbbing as he started moaning.
Yes, he began pumping cum down her throat again. She resisted the impulse to gag as she swallowed his load. Pinching the head of his cock with her throat muscles as she swallowed only seemed to prolong his coming.
She caught her breath as he got small again. The movie played itself out, and then he stood.
He forced her back into the bathroom and into the shower stall. He leaned down and peeled the tape holding her diaper on, and pulled it off her and tossed it into the trash next to the toilet. Then he turned on the water and proceeded to take a shower.
With her kneeling with her face pressed against his crotch, the splashing waster drenched her head and gushed down her face making it difficult to breathe. Still, she managed to take in air without inhaling too much water. _god!_ she thought as he took his sweet time in the shower, brushing his teeth, washing his hair, soaping himself up, rinsing off, and even shaving, the whole time.
She even had to piss by now, so she relieved herself, letting her pee mix down the drain with the shower water.
Finally finished, he stepped out of the shower, and then unbuckled the harness from her head.
She slid her mouth off his cock and handed her the package of diapers saying, “put on a fresh diaper, bitch.”
She didn’t answer, but obediently took out a fresh diaper and put it on.
He then grabbed her hair, pushed his cock back into her mouth, and buckled the harness around her head again.
The day almost over, he dragged her into the bedroom and stepped up to the bed, pulling his blankets down and pushing her back onto it. She crawled onto the bed with her feet at the headboard as he mounted her. As she lay on her back underneath him, with his legs straddling her head cock,
he placed a pillow on her crotch and rested his head down. His weight upon her seemed to push his cock even deeper down her throat than before. Lying together so, he pulled the blankets up over her head and body.
She felt him squirm a few times. _god! _ she thought, _it’s fucking hot with my head under the blankets like this! _
She lay there under his weight trying to breathe without gagging. Then he started pumping her mouth. With her head strapped tightly to his hips, it felt like he was trying to rip her head off. Her neck was already sore from the rest of the day and this was sheer torture. After several minutes, he finally came yet again.
He pressed his cock down her throat with even more force and pumped her throat full of cum. She wondered how many times a guy could cum in a day.
Finally satisfied, he farted into her nose, and then fell to slumber. Then the snoring started. She lay there awake the whole night, feeling crushed and straining to breathe under the weight of his body. Under the blankets, his fart took a while to dissipate.
Even in sleep, his cock throbbed and quivered throughout the night, tickling the back of her mouth and once, even erupting in cum, presumably during a wet dream.
As the night dragged on, she felt the urge to pee, yet she held it in, not knowing if that diaper would keep her pee from leaking out onto his sheets.
Hours passed, and finally morning came. He stirred, yawned, and lifted his body up by the arms, forcing his cock deep into her mouth yet again. He peed down her throat and then pumped her throat full of cum.
He pulled the blankets off them, and dragged her out of bed by his hips. No longer able to hold her pee in, she pissed into her diaper as she crawled along in front of him.
He walked slowly into the bathroom, pushing her along with him as she crawled backwards on her knees and ankles. He un-strapped the harness from her head, giving her a beautiful breath of fresh air.
“you can change your diaper, use the toilet, and do what a woman’s got to do,” he said, “then I’ll be back for you in about ten minutes.”
He went off into the kitchen, and she took the opportunity to remove her diaper and use the toilet. She peed a little more, sponged all the night’s sweat off her body, and washed her face. She removed another diaper from the bag and put it on just as he opened the bathroom door.
She dropped to her knees when he entered, and he strapped her head back into the harness, returning his cock to its rightful place inside her mouth.
He walked back into the kitchen, took something off the counter that _clinked, _ then sat at his dining table, forcing her to kneel under the table with her head between his thighs.
After a while, she felt his limp cock stream hot piss into her mouth again. She swallowed it.
A moment later, he stood, returned to the kitchen to place his dishes in the sing, than dragged her over to his computer desk. Now he sat at his computer as she kneeled under the desk with her head strapped to his crotch.
He stayed there the rest of the day, occasionally getting hard then soft, coming once, and peeing a couple of times. The day dragged on like this for hours until evening came.
Finally, he stood and walked back to the bathroom. He un-strapped her head once again. She sighed, relieved to get a few clear breaths for the second time.
“well,” he said.
She looked up at him. “‘well’ what?”
“you hungry? Or thirsty? For real food I mean? Or are you too full of my cum and piss?”
“yeah, I’m a little hungry,” she answered as she stood.
_man, my legs fucking hurt from crawling around on my knees for two whole fucking days! _
She rubbed her legs for a moment then faced him.
“well, I guess you can shower or whatever while I nuke us some pizza, okay?”
“yeah, sure.”
He walked away towards the kitchen, and Christine took a well-needed shower.
She finished her shower and came out just as Brian was serving the pizza on the dining table.
She joined him at the table. She was wrapped in a towel, but otherwise they were both still naked.
“anyway,” Brian started to say, “I guess I can take you back to the train after we eat.”
“oh? You want to get rid of me now?”
“well, my ad said for 24-hours. You mean you want to be my cum-sponge for longer?”
“well, I don’t have to be to work until tomorrow morning. Maybe you would enjoy me in, well, other ways?”
They finished eating and Brian took Christine’s hand. He led her into the bedroom. He sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap as he sat. He took one of her breasts in his hand and twiddled her nipple between his fingers. He pressed his mouth to hers and they began exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues.
After a while, he fell back, pulling her down next to him. He rolled her onto her back and climbed onto her supine body, placing his legs between hers. He lowered his head down and kissed her again. She eagerly took his kiss and groped inside each other’s mouths with their tongues for several more minutes.
Christine knew how wet she was after this intense weekend, and she could feel his hard-on poking her pussy.
“eat me first!” she urged.
He crawled down her body. Now it was his turn to bury his face in her crotch. Christine moaned in pleasure as he licked all around her pussy. He licked her left thigh, up across her muff, and down the other thigh.
“oh, yes! Tease me!” she crooned.
He moved inward, licking up and down the creases between her legs and her pussy lips. Then he plunged his tongue into her cunt. He licked up over her hole up to her clit and back down again. Then he licked up along one side of her pussy, over the top of her clit, and back down the other side.
“oh man! Oh man!” she screamed. “suck my clit! Suck my clit!”
He obliged and began licking her clit and then sucking on it, sucking it into his mouth.
Christine never came so hard! She bucked and quaked as Brian held her clit inside his mouth with his powerful suction.
Christine caught her breath as Brian crawled back up her body, poking her pussy with his cock once again. She reached down and pulled his ass down, letting her impatience get the better of her. She felt him poking, trying to get it into the hole, and then he slid into her.
She had a talent of her own–she squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles so tight that he let out a “yelp” of pleasure. She continued milking his cock with her pussy and it didn’t take long for him to explode into her, surprising her that he could come again and again over the past two days.
After Brian had spent himself, Christine said, “it’s _my_ turn now!”
“what?” Brian asked as Christine pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
“yes, my turn! Good night lover,” she said as she gave him a quick kiss and draped her head over his shoulder next to his, and closed her eyes.
Exhaustion had its rewards as she fell asleep almost immediately on top of him as he stroked her back with his hands.
They woke together the next morning, so they repeated their performance.
Again, Brian crawled down under the covers and teased her all around her pussy until she couldn’t stand it any more and she bode him to suck her clit. As before, he sucked her clit into his mouth bringing her to climax so fast she could hardly believe herself.
He climbed back up and jammed his hard cock into her wet pussy and came one last time before they had to get up to leave.
Brian’s alarm clock rang out at 8:00 and they both took a quick shower together and hurriedly dressed.
Brian led Christine down to the garage and got back into thunderbird 2, and he drove her back to the path station in Hoboken.
Brian stopped the car, saying, “it was sure a fun weekend, Christine!”
“yeah, it was pretty good. I hope this wasn’t the last time you’ll want a cum sponge.”
“no, I hope it wasn’t the last time.”
“good! You have my number.” she gave him a quick kiss before she exited the car and hurried for the train to work.
* end *
