Birth of the lower

I'm fed up with everything, my husband is always busy or asleep, the kids have their own lives. I stumbled upon a sex dating site on the internet and created a profile: a plump lady, 45 years old, looking to meet a man, woman, or couple M/F. I spent the whole Sunday evening at the computer, chatting with a woman, sent her a photo, and got so carried away that I even showed myself naked on Skype; she couldn't because her kids were home. I fantasized about humiliation and my role as the bottom. In the morning, I stupidly overslept for work, rushed into the Center, and at the reception desk, it was like a bucket of ice water: "The Boss herself has been looking for you since early morning." My heart sank. Svetlana Petrovna, the owner and director of our medical

center, is a terror. When she appears, even the fish in the aquarium hide. At 52, she looks amazing—tall, large, men drool over her—but she's a terrible bitch. In her presence, I freeze up like a rabbit before a boa constrictor, and now I was late, didn't show up at the first call, as my husband says: "That's a screw-up, warrior." I dashed into my little room, no time to change, threw off my street clothes, put on a robe, and trotted to the "carpet." In two years of working here, I'd only been in the director's office twice. In the reception area, the secretary added some bile: "Where have you been? The Boss has asked for you three times already. Go in." With sweaty hands, I opened the door. "May I?" "Come in, Olga Vladimirovna. Why are we late?" I mumbled something, making excuses. "Come in, sit down, right here." She pointed to a row of chairs by the window. I quickly sat down, not knowing what to do with my hands, and began fidgeting with a button on my robe. "Olga Vladimirovna, I know the reason for your lateness, which is why I invited you, and I'd like to talk about it." She turned on a large plasma screen on the wall, clicked the mouse, and my profile from yesterday appeared on the screen. I was stunned. A few more clicks, and a slideshow of my photos started, ending with the webcam video. "I think it's foolish to say this isn't you. By the way, I really liked the desires you so enthusiastically shared yesterday." "I was fantasizing, I didn't think anyone would find out." "Well, that's perfect, and I propose to bring those fantasies to life. How do you feel about that? Especially since the choice isn't very big. Either you trust me and agree to surrender your body, or you lose your job and all this information is sent by courier to your husband. So decide, I'll give you time to think. At 11:30, I'll be waiting in the examination room for an obedient slut; if not, at 12:00, you'll get your work book and settlement, and your husband will get a flash drive with the profile. In the examination room, only underwear and a robe. You're dismissed." Exactly at 11:30, I slightly opened the door to the examination room. Svetlana Petrovna gestured for me to enter. Besides her, there was another woman in the room, around forty, short and plump. "I had no doubt you'd agree, you lustful creature. Undress." I took off my clothes and stood in front of the desk. "If you're not busy with anything, you should stand with your legs wide apart and your hands behind your head," said the Boss, and slapped my left breast hard with her palm. My udder swayed from the blow, and immediately a slap followed on the other breast. "You must answer 'Yes, Mistress,' and you'll call her Irina; she's your mentor and partner in games." "Yes, Mistress," we said simultaneously. The Mistress ran her hand over the hair on my pubis and yanked it hard. "Beat it," she ordered Irina. The woman quickly pulled shaving foam and a disposable razor from her bag, lathered my pubis, and started shaving the hair. I stood with my legs wide apart and my hands behind my head. My breasts burned from the blows, palm marks appeared on them, and my areolas wrinkled. While Irina shaved my pubis, the Mistress asked questions. "How old were you when you first had sex?" "Seventeen, Mistress." "With whom?" "I was dating a guy, gave it up at the graduation party." "Did you try anal sex with him?" "No, with my husband." "Have you been sleeping with women for long?" "In my first year of college, with my roommate in the dorm." Irina finished shaving my pubis and ordered me to bend over and spread my buttocks. I don't have much hair there, and the Mistress allowed me not to shave. The main slut's finger, covered in foam, slid easily into my anus; she wiggled it inside and pulled it out. A drop of feces remained on her finger; she showed it to the Mistress and licked it off. "You're a filthy bitch, you creature. Show her, Irina." The fat woman lifted her skirt; she wasn't wearing panties, just a garter belt and stockings. Her stomach hung over her smoothly shaved pubis; she bent over and spread her large white buttocks. The fleshy lips of her vulva parted slightly and glistened with droplets of juice. My mentor's anus was sealed with a plug. Petrovna walked over and pulled on the rubber; with a squelching sound, a huge anal plug popped out of the bottom's ass. I was amazed that the anal rosette didn't close but remained an oblong, flabby hole. The Mistress's hand slid in completely, without any lube, into the rectum. The fat slut just grunted with pleasure. After a few thrusts, Sveta pulled out her hand, now clenched into a fist, again with a juicy squelching sound. She brought her hand to my face; it was covered in whitish mucus. "See how clean she is, and yours should be the same during our meetings. Why are you standing there? Clean her ass," she turned to Irina, who was still bent over with her buttocks spread. Her anus still hadn't closed, remaining an oval funnel. The woman took the monster plug from the table, sealed her ass again, and adjusted her skirt. The Mistress ran her hand, covered in her friend's ass secretions, over my lips. I understood the Top's desire and began licking her fingers; no unpleasant sensations, the tasteless substance had a faint smell of feces, but it wasn't just tolerable—it was almost unnoticeable. When her hand was cleanly licked, I felt a droplet rolling down my thigh; it was my own lubrication. All these manipulations, especially my comrade's anus, had aroused me greatly. Irina had already prepared an enema bag and was standing by the couch. The Mistress took two paper clips from the desk and, pulling on my nipple, attached them to my breasts. The pressing pain echoed with even greater arousal. I was ordered to get on the couch on my knees and elbows. The senior slut noticed I was dripping profusely, ran her fingers over my open perineum, collected the lubrication, and licked it. For that, she immediately received a ringing slap from the Mistress. "Forgive me, Mistress," said Irina, and quickly inserted the nozzle into my anus. Warm water quickly filled my intestine, my stomach began to swell, I twitched, and immediately a sharp pain burned my buttock—the Mistress had whipped me heartily with a rubber strap. At first, the pleasant pain from the clamps on my nipples was replaced by intense and very painful sensations; my ass burned from the blow, and from inside, my stomach was distended with 2 liters of water—a total nightmare. I was told to stand up; afraid I couldn't hold the water in, I hesitated to straighten my legs, so I remained in a half-squat, with my hands behind my head. My breasts hurt terribly; I wanted to tear off the clamps and rub my nipples, and my anus was ready to explode like a fountain. The fat woman placed a bucket, and my tormentors approached from the sides. As soon as I squatted over the bucket, they yanked the clamps on my tits sharply. Pain pierced me, and a stream of water and feces gushed into the bucket in a tight jet. Meanwhile, the women began to stroke and massage my tormented breasts with four hands. I had never experienced such bliss before. The relief in my intestines and the cessation of pain from the clamps, replaced by pleasant tingling, simply lifted me to the peak of bliss; I moaned and bellowed like a cow. Dreams were turning into reality; experiencing pain and receiving pleasure was simply the height of bliss, and I wanted it to happen again and again. But the ladies stopped kneading my udders. "Well done, you creature, you endured it. Just remember, next time, instead of a bucket, there will be an open mouth under you—our pig's mouth. You'll also only piss on her, and I hope you won't refuse the courtesy of offering your mouth under her ass?" An image flashed through my mind: a flabby ass with a huge hole looming over my face, and a sweet ache throbbed in my lower abdomen. "Of course, Mistress, I'll offer it." "Good girl. Now lie down in the chair, but first, let's adjust your tits a bit, or they'll be sagging under your armpits." Irina lifted and pulled my right breast with her hands, and Svetlana deftly tied a strap around its base; they did the same with my left tit. They immediately became round like balls. Irka ordered me to bend over and licked my ass, wet and dirty after the enema. It was time for the gynecological chair. I lay down, threw my legs on the supports, and Ira deftly fastened my hands and ankles with straps. Svetlana Petrovna aimed the lamp between my legs and spread my plump lips with her hands. The slut handed her straps; she fastened them on my thighs, and the clamps attached to the straps with elastic bands were hooked onto my labia. My vagina, dripping with desire juice, was presented in all its glory. Deft fingers moved the clitoral hood and squeezed the most important point of pleasure hard; I arched my whole body in sweet languor. "Quiet now, animal. Irka, give me the hook and gag her." Irina handed over a shiny metal hook with a ball on one end to the Mistress, and she herself took white cotton panties from a bag, rolled them up so that the part that touched the vulva was on the outside, and stuffed this gag into my mouth. The smell of urine, sweat, and discharge hit my nose, and under my tongue, the fabric became wet and slimy from saliva softening the dried mucus. The Mistress ran the ball over my perineum, placed it, covered in my lubrication, against my anus, and pushed sharply; the large ball slid surprisingly easily into my ass, filling it with a pleasant heaviness. Svetlana Petrovna pulled the hook downward and fastened it to the chair. Now it was impossible to lift my ass off the chair without causing myself pain in the anus. I glanced down at my chest; my tits had swollen even more, my nipple became simply huge, and they began to turn blue. If someone had walked into the room, they would have seen a fat woman with panties in her mouth, blue balls instead of breasts, an open vulva, attached to the chair by her ass with a piece of metal. At the thought that I was such a slut, my vagina simply erupted with lubrication. The Mistress took hold of my clitoris again, tugged and jerked it like a cock. After stopping playing with it, her fingers plunged into my vagina; it seemed like she was touching me everywhere at once. How I had always wanted this during gynecological visits. Feeling that I was ready to explode with an orgasm, Svetlana pulled out her fingers and wiped them on my flabby stomach. "Good hole, it'll take fisting with both hands quickly. Now let's check the urethra; give me the expanding catheter and massage her tits." Irka handed over a thin, shiny rod and a tube. My breasts had completely turned blue, seeming heavy and hot; Irina's caresses brought some relief, but all my thoughts were on what the Mistress would do. The touch of the cold tube to the hole made me shudder; the cool lubricant pleasantly filled my urethra. "Will you offer your mouth or give a jar?" the Mistress addressed the creature. "In my mouth, Mistress." Irina knelt between my legs, and Svetlana came from the side and inserted the tube into my urethra; it slid easily into the hole, and a stream of urine began to flow from it. The fat woman wrapped her lips around the tube and began greedily sucking my piss, not stopping until she could extract even a drop, then stood up, approached me, pulled out the gag, and in a kiss, shared the bitter-salty liquid with me. "Thank you, dear, very tasty." The Mistress again took her place between my legs, began twisting the tip of the tube, and it started to expand. "Endure it while you can, slut." The diameter kept increasing, and the sensations became unpleasant; it felt like I was about to be torn apart. I was already ready to beg her to stop tearing my hole, when Sveta said: "That's it, 3 centimeters, it won't expand further; oh, how elastic you are. No one has endured the full size the first time yet. In about three months, they'll only start fucking you there." "Yes, Mistress," I moaned. "I hope you're not planning to have children anymore?" "No, Mistress, I have two, that's enough. Besides, it's unlikely to work; we barely managed to conceive our son." "Excellent, then I'll now inject the latest drug into the uterine cavity; after this, you'll forget about menstruation forever, there won't be menopause, but there also won't be children. If you want, I'll give you time to think, but it's best to do this procedure now." I don't know what came over me, but I immediately blurted out: "I'm ready, Mistress." "Excellent. Usually, women pay me $2,000 for administering this drug, but I'll pay you for agreeing. I'll go prepare the solution, and you, fatty, untie her tits, or they'll fall off." Lowering my eyes, I saw that my breasts had become dark purple, almost black, and I could hardly feel them. Irina loosened the straps, and blood rushed into my udders, as if millions of needles had pierced them. My partner began to knead and massage them, making me almost jump off the chair if not for the straps and hook. Pain and pleasure mixed together, and then Ira moved the tube in my urethra a little, and new pleasure washed over me. Again, sensations I had never experienced before brought me enjoyment. Petrovna approached us; in her hand was a large syringe, similar to the ones used for ear irrigation, and a 200-gram bottle of cloudy liquid. "Alright, enough, you sluts, if I gave you free rein, you'd fuck day and night. Give me the speculum, size five." While the woman selected the largest dilator, the Mistress freed my lips from the clamps and pulled out the hook. She moved the catheter inside me and decided not to remove it. She inserted the dilator handed to her and spread my vagina. "Everything's ready. Irka, lie across her and hold her tight, and Olga, you can hold your breasts; it'll hurt a bit." With a long needle, she drew all the medicine from the bottle into the syringe and changed the needle to another, thicker one with a rounded tip. "Don't be afraid; if it hurts, it'll only be when the needle passes through the cervix, and then it's the opposite—some even experience orgasm." When the needle entered the cervix, it felt like something exploded inside, but Irina's bulk didn't allow me to jerk, and the needle went into the uterine cavity. The Mistress waited a few seconds and began pressing the plunger. At first, there were no sensations, but as the fluid filled me, it became hot; it felt like someone was massaging me from inside, the muscular sac contracting and relaxing. The Mistress abruptly pulled out the needle. "Well, that's it, dear; now they can cum inside you without consequences, and they'll cum inside you a lot and often. Now we need to massage the uterus. How elastic you are after all," she shook the catheter with her finger and pulled it out. Instead of the tube, her index finger entered the stretched hole, giving me a surge of arousal; Sveta fucked me with her finger in the urinary canal, and I moaned with pleasure. Irka positioned herself at my side and began caressing my breasts with her hands and licking my nipples. The Mistress, squeezing all the lubricant onto my slit, slid her hands over my perineum, now teasing my clitoris, now plunging them into my vagina, anus, or inserting a finger into my urethra. I moaned loudly, and the bitch covered my mouth with a kiss. Your humble servant's body shook in a violent orgasm, and at that moment, Svetlana Petrovna cupped her palm and forcefully pushed her entire hand into my orgasming womb. I saw stars; the Mistress's fist filled me, stimulating every millimeter; she squeezed and twisted my cervix, scratched the walls, pressed on my swollen uterus. What happened next I remember very vaguely, but in the end, when I came to a bit, both of the Mistress's hands were inside my vagina. She pulled them out simultaneously and wiped them on my breasts, which Irina had bitten. "Wonderful slut, you pleased me. Why didn't you tell me earlier that you're a creature? From today, you're my thing. Now get dressed and go home; tell your husband that you're urgently being sent for a training course in Italy for 10 days. Don't take any belongings; a driver will come for you and take you where needed. Don't worry about work; tomorrow there will be an order transferring you to senior nurse and my assistant. Until you meet me again,