Hard suprise session part 1

For over 3 weeks I had been trapped in the chastity cage by my key mistress. She hadn't even let me out and to top it all off, I was now standing in front of a door, an address she had given me, with instructions to ring the bell and give myself over to the lady. I had no other choice, so I rang the bell, the door was opened and I went up the stairs until I saw a lady standing in the doorway on the 2nd floor. My heart was beating faster, I didn't know what was in store for me, neither how long, who she was or anything else. I only had instructions from my mistress. The lady in the doorway smiled at me. She had long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, she was very tall and had a little too much weight on her ribs, but very sexy. She was standing there in jeans with little rolls sticking out over her pants. A blouse that showed off her bust and cleavage very sexy and a beautiful face. Necklaces, bracelets, a watch and a few rings adorned her. She didn't let me get a word in, but greeted me with a smile. "Not a word from you!" she said, grinning but still stern. I obeyed and she let me into the hallway. She was very tall, taller than me. It wasn't just because she was wearing high boots, she was already about 185 cm tall, if not taller. You could feel her footsteps when she walked.

As soon as the door was closed, I was given a cloth over my head or a mask, I didn't know. "You won't say a word now, you will obey and do what I say. You won't be heard from anyone. Take off your clothes, I'll be right back." With that, she walked away with heavy steps and I did the same, totally nervous as I was. The cloth and the apartment smelled of a heavy smoker's household and I could hear the television. But as soon as I had taken off my clothes, she came back. I was so excited, but without saying a word she carefully led me. It seemed to be the living room, because the TV was right nearby. "Lie down here, I'll guide you," she said and helped me lie on my back. I felt a small pillow under the back of my head, otherwise I was on a kind of board or something. Without waiting long, I felt her fastening my legs, hips, hands, and even my neck firmly to the board with cuffs. The bag was taken off my head and while the light was still blinding me, she somehow fastened my head. It felt as if she was pressing my head in a vice. At some point, and it happened incredibly quickly, I could no longer move at all. I then had to lay my hands flat and she adjusted them. Not a word was spoken except for short, concise instructions.
I got really hard in my chastity belt, especially because she smelled so good, although there was a slight smell of sweat. She lit a cigarette and when she was finished I had to open my mouth. "Go on... go on" as far as I could. Then I was supposed to stay like that. Without a word she stood on my hand, which was tied to the floor, and put her weight on her foot, just to look at her phone and smoke in peace. Her gaze wandered to the TV and I had to control myself not to moan in pain, but it was still hot. She smoked the cigarette calmly and threw it in the ashtray somewhere on the table next to us. At least she was off my hand. But suddenly her gaze turned to me. She took off her boots next to my head, then she opened her jeans, always looking at me, and I became more and more anxious. Not a word from the lady, whose name I didn't even know. Her jeans were lifted and quickly her panties too. She was shaved and I was totally horny. What was going to happen now? Without any comment, without being shy or anything, she stood with her legs spread over my chest and went down. Her butt came dangerously close to me, but before I realized it, she sat down skillfully, with her pussy directly on my still wide open mouth. I smelled sweat and farts, and not a little. The smell was really strong. The touch was only light, but she must have felt that she was sitting correctly, because suddenly she sat down further and made herself comfortable. She immediately pressed my head firmly into the pillow beneath me, her weight pressed hard on me and my nose was at the end of her butt crack, so that I could still see the hair above me and her back. But that wasn't all. She probably bent her other leg and then pushed herself down. My jaw immediately hurt, because her weight ripped my jaw open. No, I couldn't even close it anymore. She didn't seem to care, because she made herself more comfortable and pressed herself even harder on my face, so that I had to moan because it hurt. "Shhh" only came from above and everything settled. I was buried under her and couldn't move. My nose seemed to be right at the source of the sweat stench and I breathed in and out through her buttocks with effort. The pressure remained constantly strong on me and she didn't seem to move at all for me. Even if it wobbled now and again, she probably put things on my chest, I didn't know what it was. "You're not going to do anything, I'm just using you now. You're going to lick my asshole continuously, very carefully. CONTINUOUSLY. If you stop, I'll press your nose shut and hold it a little. Otherwise that's it!"
She seemed to be preoccupied with that and I began to carefully feel her pussy with my tongue, which was actually in my mouth because of all the pressure. I immediately tasted how bitter it was, but didn't let on and started to lick and move it in circles. I took in the taste. It was really disgusting and yet hot. A minute or two passed and my tongue was already hurting. I stopped for a moment and immediately a beautiful hand, adorned with bracelets, came to my nose and pressed it tightly shut. I immediately continued licking but she held it shut for a few seconds. Then she stopped. As soon as her hand was gone, I felt a roar in my mouth and an incredibly foul taste and smell shot up my throat. She had just farted in my mouth as if nothing had happened. I couldn't lick for a moment because I was so disgusted, then her hand came back and I immediately lost my breath. While she held it shut, she farted two more times directly into my throat. I wanted to cough but that wasn't possible from that position. My tongue immediately continued to play around her twitching asshole. My hand went away again and while she just sat there I licked, getting a fart every now and then. It was really disgusting, because the smell shot out through my nose so that I had to breathe it in again even more intensely, together with the smell of her sweat. Shaking, cramping, nothing worked. I was at the mercy of her and licked her pussy and more violent farts that came every half minute. At some point her phone even rang and she started to talk on the phone while farting. If I didn't lick for even a second, I was taken away from my breath. It was unbearable. At one point she sat up a little to stretch her back, which really hurt and I couldn't help but moan. She slumped down a little. "That was here in the apartment, everything's fine haha." She said casually on the phone. How cruel. She was chatting with another woman and I had to endure it. She pressed her flatulence into my mouth, ice cold, and over time it felt as if her anus was getting further and further into my mouth. I barely had to stick out my tongue to get to it. Then I heard what seemed like a blessing.

"I really have to go to the toilet and take a shower now, we'll write later or tomorrow, OK?...yes, you too...take care, thank you!" Thank God, the session was finally over. But she just hung up and stayed seated. I heard her lighter flick and another cigarette was lit. Her pussy twitched again and released horrible gases into my mouth. Please stop, I begged inwardly. But the worst was yet to come. She was probably just blowing out the smoke when she moved closer to my mouth. I groaned in pain and stopped licking, but her hand didn't reach my nose. Her anus began to expand. No!!, NO!!! NO!!! TABOO! NO!! I immediately started screaming as the putrid aroma in my mouth took over. I couldn't even gag. Then my tongue touched something from her, the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted. No, it sank into it a second later. A creamy sausage of shit came straight out of her. Incredibly slowly but powerfully. The shit pushed out of her and immediately settled on my defenseless tongue. It practically buried it. I wanted to puke and gag, but I couldn't. What was that? There was no reaction from her above me, she just let go and the shit slowly but surely pushed further and further. She pushed into my throat, then I gagged briefly, but the pressure from above was unbeatable. I just felt it sliding further and into my throat. I took a deep breath, then I felt it in my throat. Her shit actually pressed into my throat. Without being able to do anything about it, my swallowing reflex kicked in and at the same time she probably clenched her fists, so that this piece of shit broke off in my mouth and I choked it down. All the disgust, nothing helped. I swallowed her shit. It just slid down and moments later I could breathe again. Her anus widened again and the process started all over again before I could really vomit or gag. No chance for me. I was done for. She clenched her fists again when the shit was in my throat, only to keep pushing shortly afterwards. During the whole time, NOTHING came from her. She just carried on shitting, over and over and more and more. This happened 5 or 6 times, then some calm returned. Nothing more came out. I breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to gag when her pee hole opened again. My stomach was simply pumped full by her. After another 3 portions I felt my belly bloating. In the meantime, farts started coming out of her again and I couldn't stop it.

The stranger mercilessly let her feces run into my mouth. Load after load, never ending. I had just swallowed what must have been the seventh load in agony and extreme reluctance when her pussy collapsed.

I breathed a sigh of relief and assumed that I was done. Without being able to control it, and with my mouth smeared with feces, I began to gag. My body naturally pressed against this disgusting stuff that was being pushed into my stomach. But strangely enough, nothing happened except for a little gagging. I didn't puke, I just gagged over and over. I felt that I couldn't get over a certain resistance, a certain position. The pain in my jaw then brought me back from the gagging and into reality.

This woman's anus just widened enormously in my mouth and once again a soft sausage pressed itself into my literally tortured mouth. This time a wet fart burst out and when her excrement hit my throat I felt myself throwing up. The taste was just from another world. So bitter and putrid, it is simply indescribable. No word in the world can describe this taste, so horrible and disgusting.

I immediately felt my stomach wanting to throw up, and apparently the woman who was using me so mercilessly noticed it too. It happened much too quickly for me again. Her asshole bulged further into my mouth and suddenly she pushed hard. More excrement shot out of her. The stomach contents that were coming up were stopped in their tracks, overwhelmed and now I was really being force-fed with pressure. Her shit, I don't know what incredible quantities came out of her, just pushed through my mouth, into my throat and straight into my neck where after a brief gagging the swallowing mechanism started. Two or three large spurts poured into me. It slid along the edges of my mouth, no chance to fight back. Nothing could stop this hell and I was forced to endure it and experience it, taste it and feel it.

The urge to vomit was suppressed, after a few more seconds my stomach was completely bloated and filled with huge amounts of her shit. Then her anus collapsed again and I felt, even though I didn't want to, how I swallowed everything that somehow wasn't in my stomach. Only now did I feel how sweaty, cramped and incredibly exhausted I actually was from this torture. I breathed in and out violently, somehow fighting and just felt the same as the contents of my stomach, just shit.

Only a few seconds had passed when the hand above me came back into view. Without further ado, she pinched my nose again. This couldn't be true. She had just completely shit on me. Forced her shit into a person's stomach and now, when I was just at the end, she pinched my nose? I couldn't make sense of it for a moment, but then it dawned on me. The realization was as cruel as the fact that the thought was correct. She wanted me to keep licking her asshole.

Full of disgust and still on the verge of gagging, I stuck out my tongue again and started licking her pussy. I actually cleaned the smeared remains with my tongue and was able to taste what I had just swallowed more intensely.

Her hand moved away again and so it ended up that I lay under her weight for a few more minutes, my mouth still open to bursting, and licked her asshole while I repeatedly swallowed the remains of feces in my mouth and the saliva that was mixed with it.

But I couldn't think much in those moments, actually during the whole session. I was far too busy with the emotions and impressions and the struggle not to vomit. I was in a kind of trance state, but not a positive one.

Once again, without any warning or anything like that, the lady stood up above me. Her buttocks went up, the weight had finally left me and my jaw was free, but I couldn't close my mouth right away, the long torture had left me with a kind of lockjaw. But the lady was faster than my reactions or thoughts anyway. There were other devices on the board to which she had tied my body. In a flash, while my jaw was still wide open, I was forced into my mouth with some kind of gag, a dildo gag or just a plug. It reached almost to the tip of my throat and buried my tongue under it. She had tied it down so incredibly quickly that it was stuck rock solid in my throat. I opened my eyes wide in excitement, couldn't believe what was happening, kept gagging briefly and watched as she got dressed again just like that. She pressed her mighty ass into her tight jeans and I couldn't help but think intensely about how she had pressed her shit into my stomach as cold as ice. But even now no one was looking at me. No sign of pity, attention, recognition or anything. She treated me as if I were an object of use. A toilet that she had just used as hard as she could and left behind, covered in shit.

She even put her boots back on. That was too much for me, I wanted to make myself known, but then I recognized the next cruelty. The strange gag in my throat was shaped and placed in such a way that if I tried to make a sound, I would immediately hit the gag with the uvula and almost gag. So I couldn't make myself known. I briefly realized that she had taken notice of my attempt, but did nothing further. She left me without a word, helplessly tied to the ground. The gag reflex and the uneasy feeling in my stomach, or actually in my whole stomach, took over and so I fought not to vomit instead of listening to what she was doing.

I kept getting the feeling that I had to throw up, but either the movements in my throat, which were then stopped by the gag, or my own body helped me not to. As soon as the gag was out of me, however, the first thing I would do would be to go to the toilet. I wished so much that I could throw up this foul filth.

The unknown woman came again. Her heavy boots somehow turned me on, but then she came into my field of vision. She looked down at me, really condescendingly, and put something down outside of my field of vision. It looked like a bottle, but I didn't recognize it in the short time.

With a look that literally pierced me, she stepped onto my defenseless hands and fingers with her hard, unyielding soles, but turned her butt towards me. She stood completely on me with both feet, one hand at a time. Her block heels on the back of my hand and the actual sole on my fingers. It hurt so much and I tensed up again. I looked up at her, but she didn't seem to be looking down anymore, but was concentrating on the TV again. I only saw the boots when I squinted down very hard, and even then I only saw the shaft below her knees.

I just glanced down again, choked briefly, and then a terrible pain shot through my fingers. She started to rock on my hands. I immediately started to moan, but this was suddenly stopped by the dildo gag and almost made me gag again. Regardless, I tensed up as much as I could, only to feel her rocking back and forth with both feet, sometimes putting more, sometimes less weight on her heels or her front foot, sometimes shifting her weight onto a single foot. It hurt like hell. She rocked back and forth again and again, started to turn her foot on my hand as if she was putting out a cigarette. A few minutes later, tears were running from my eyes because she just stood there stubbornly and didn't move off me.

Until the moment of relief came when she finally did it. I breathed out with such immense relief and stretched my aching fingers as best I could and bent them. But even now, hell was not over for me.

With skillful movements, she grabbed the object she had just picked up, which she had placed somewhere next to me, came towards my face with it and in the blink of an eye a large bottle appeared in my field of vision. It was empty and had what appeared to be a snap-on cap on the bottom. I had a bad feeling and the unknown lady stood up again and left the room when she had attached the bottle. I couldn't turn or twist my head or resist, so the bottle was still weighing down on the dildo gag.

A few seconds later she came back.

When I realized what she had in her hand and then did, I opened my eyes in panic. She brought a large bottle over to me, filled with a deep yellow liquid. It was immediately clear what it was and without

me being able to defend myself in any way, to make it clear to her that I didn't want that, she opened the bottle and tipped it into the bottle above me. When the first liquid came, it pushed the gag down slightly, but it couldn't slide any further because my jaw, which couldn't be opened any further, held it open with my teeth.

I had to watch as over a liter of piss liquid was poured into the bottle above me and it was only half full. I squinted my eyes, tried to make faces, but nothing helped to get her attention. Completely ignorant, I was used like that and left lying there, the empty urine collection bottle was taken away and she came back again. Since nothing had run into my mouth yet, I was really afraid. She came back, crouched down next to me for a moment and probably fiddled with this construction on top of me. Immediately I felt a drop directly in my throat. I wanted to gag and sit up, but I just couldn't because of the restraints. I had just calmed down when the next drop came, unfortunate, into my open throat.

She stood up, grinning, and sat down on the couch, smoking, completely ignoring me.

Another drop straight into my throat. This couldn't be true. The dildo gag was shaped in such a way that the urine, salty and bitter and just as cold and stale, kept dripping down from the tip, which was right in the middle of my mouth. The construction was so diabolical that a few moments passed before more drops came. The torture didn't stop and the salty taste of urine was carried into my mouth again and again after a few more drops and the resulting gagging, spread over my tongue and in my mouth and constantly refreshed. Just so that you couldn't get used to it.

Sip by sip, drop by drop, I consumed more and more of her urine in exactly the same way over the next hour. I was forced to take it all in and what was even worse. Because I wasn't allowed to vomit, my body started to digest the shit I had just eaten. I didn't have time to think about this, but looking back, she was always making sure that I digested everything she had given me.

The time dragged on forever and the level in the bottle above me just didn't seem to move, but my tongue and throat did. The taste was horrible and so incredibly pungent and intense. What kind of beast was this woman to do this to me and why had my mistress allowed it to happen? It lasted forever, at least 2 hours in which I was repeatedly caught in the rhythm of the dripping urine, forced to taste the urine intensely and then swallow it.

There wasn't much left in the bottle above me, that much was certain. A few more minutes and the bottle would finally be empty and the horrible idea that I had so much dirt from that woman inside me would come true.

The stranger hadn't spoken a word to me the whole time. She had only watched TV, smoked, and even eaten something in my presence and changed her clothes. It was a cozy evening for her on the couch while she coldly left me lying there and I suffered terribly. I concentrated on nothing other than these drops that kept making me gag, no, I couldn't help it. So I didn't notice the rustling of her clothes. Suddenly she stood up again and with terrible horror I recognized her, standing over my face with her legs apart, suddenly naked from the bottom, and bending her knees slightly. I wanted to scream but nothing helped. Immediately her dark, hot urine splashed into the bottle above me. It bubbled loudly and the bottle above me shook under the pressure of her stream. The bottle filled up more and more at an incredible pace and was even higher than it had been at the beginning. Bubbles formed and I smelled the strong aroma.

While she was cleaning herself, I cried out of despair, but even these were ignored. She just went back to the couch and disappeared into the bathroom shortly afterwards to take a shower. The TV and lights were turned off. I was lying there alone and could only imagine how much I still had to do.

The next few hours became further torture, because the stream of urine just didn't stop and dripped mercilessly into my mouth. What the unknown woman was doing remained a mystery to me, because I didn't hear anything from her after she had probably been showering.

In the end, however, she seemed to come back after a long time. When the lights came on, I had just swallowed the last drops and was released from her. My stomach was full but no longer full. It was only in the car that I realized that I had already digested her feces and a large part of her urine. But even when I was untied she didn't let me get a word in. I had to keep my mouth shut and after I was dressed she simply took me to her door. There was no comment, no kind words, no goodbye. I was just thrown out the door, used as I was. I drove home completely worn out and exhausted. It was my most intense session ever and to my shame I had to admit to myself in the days that followed that I was deeply turned on by what had happened, no, what she had done to me and how. I had digested everything because the bondage and everything had ensured that I couldn't let anything out. My mistress let me continue to stew in the chastity belt so that my horniness continued to grow, especially because she kept playing sensitively with my imagination and mental images.