Duality Pt. 03: Extreme Squirt Slavery

Chapter 7

One day Frank sat down to write and noticed that the last save on his file was just a half hour prior. Yet he'd been out most of the day, so it couldn't have been him. Priya wasn't home either, so he chalked it up to some kind of error. He finished the editing on the voluntary squirt slavery story and closed the file.

He finished work on his novel for the day, and made himself a snack. As he sat at the broad, mahogany dining table eating it he scrolled through different internet forums, reading about random things. By chance he came across an article that made a correlation between not ejaculating and health problems. It showed that men who masturbate a lot are significantly less likely to have certain health problems. He felt disturbed and afraid. Was he killing himself?

After that he decided: no more abstaining! He would come whenever he felt like it! For the next few weeks he jerked off regularly. Once or twice a day sometimes, or at least every other day or so. He marveled at the fact that his squirt obsession disappeared completely. He still thought about squirting sometimes when masturbating, if he was having trouble getting things going, but generally it became extremely diminished.

One day he woke up and found his vision blocked. His eyes took a second to focus, and then he realized he was looking at Priya's pussy. She whined and then a torrent erupted from her core and all over his face.

"Drink it, honey!" moaned Priya as she lowered herself until her pussy was flush with his lips.

Frank opened his mouth and began to drink. He looked up at his wife's stunning figure. Her curvaceous hips, smooth, slightly plump stomach, large, natural, low breasts, and overall gorgeous appearance filled his experience. Her gushing fluid filled his mouth as he drank it in gulps, trying to keep up with the volume.

Yet, he felt very little. His dick got hard, but not the rod of iron he'd normally have while experiencing the glory of squirt. The flavor, too, seemed less enjoyable. It seemed merely watery, with a slight earthy aftertaste, and a vague ozone scent.

After she finished coming, Priya looked down at him, and said, "I hope you're thirsty for more, because you're not going to drink anything but what I make for you until I decide otherwise."

Frank was disturbed and conflicted. On the one hand, this was a dream come true, but on the other, he simply wasn't in the mood for this. He hated the duality of his personality. It was like he was two different men, and the one who this was for was not present at the moment.

"Ooh, darling, open that mouth again. I've got some more on deck for you!" said Priya.

Frank considered honesty. Simply being himself, being open might work. Maybe she would understand. He looked up at her as a short burst of fluid sprayed out around her fingers and then stopped, while she looked down at him.

He was about to tell her how he felt, but she shouted, "Lock eyes with me!"

Frank was so taken aback by her aggressive attitude that he forgot what he was going to say and met her gaze. The moment he did she moved her hand away and her pussy began to pour. He tried to move his head to the side but she sat on his face and guided his mouth to her pussy. Then it was on. Her body linked up with his and she utterly drained herself dry as she orgasmed, shaking wildly on top of him.

At long last, much to Frank's approval, she seemed to finally be empty. She dismounted from his mouth and sat next to him, smiling.

"Did you like that little breakfast surprise?" she asked, clearly proud of herself and her juicy, explosive, liquid performance.

Something clicked in his brain that explained what was happening. He made a smile of faux enjoyment and said, "Of course. Delicious, my love!"

Priya gave him a beautiful, white, toothy grin, licked her lips, stood up and left the room. Frank sat up in bed thinking about his choices. It had dawned on him that if he was honest with her she would be mortified. Her squirting, which she'd been self conscious about previously, would be rejected. This would make her exponentially more self conscious. If he ever wanted her to squirt again, he had to pretend like he wanted it now. Since he didn't know how he'd feel in the future, it made sense to just drink and bear it.

After a hot shower Frank went downstairs, made himself some eggs, toast, and poured a glass of water. Then he sat at the dining room table and began to eat. After a few bites he picked up the glass and put it to his lips. A hand came between his lips and the glass. He turned around to see Priya standing there. She was wearing a black silk corset, but with no bra, and no underwear.

"No, Sir!" she said sharply, a mischievous grin on her face. She pulled her hair back and tied it high on her head.

Frank thought maybe she was going to give him a blow job and grinned at her. He was surprised when her countenance darkened and she shouted, "Down on your knees!"

"Priya what the fuck?" he began, but was cut off as she pushed his shoulder. He considered telling her to fuck off, but, again, considered the consequences of rejecting whatever erotic fantasy she was playing out for herself this morning.

He got on his knees in front of their kitchen sink. The white painted wooden cabinets filled the left side of his vision as she approached him and grabbed the back of his head. She pressed his head into her pussy.

"Lick, slave!" shouted Priya as she glared down at him seductively.

Frank looked up at her in disbelief. She'd never acted like this before. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick at her clit. She tasted amazing. Rich and savory. He licked her roughly for a few minutes. She closed her eyes. Her legs buckled and sweat broke out on her chest.

"It's time for your breakfast drink!" she shouted. "Open your mouth!"

Frank opened wide as Priya thrust her hips forward and her folds onto his lips. Just as she did so a strong stream poured out of her and over his tongue. It filled his mouth rapidly. The squirt tasted as pure and fresh as it had in the past, but he wasn't in the mood to drink squirt, so he let it overflow and pour around his lips and down his chin and onto the floor. She gushed for some time. Frank waited, shocked at how he felt oddly bored. This was one of his fantasies, and yet here he was, letting the squirt flow down, uninterested.

At last, much to Frank's relief, Priya finished using his mouth. She took a half step back and looked down at him, a cruel half smile playing on her lips. Then her face darkened as her eyes met the floor.

"What the fuck is this, slave?" she demanded.

Frank looked down and realized she was talking about the puddle on the floor. "Priya, I-" he began, but he was cut off.

"Slave, I don't appreciate this! You are to drink me whenever I need relief of my arousal! And if you don't, you'll end up dying of thirst!" said Priya as she slapped his cheek gently and winked at him.

Frank was dumbfounded. He looked up at her and couldn't form a coherent sentence.

"Oh, honey, don't look so sad. I'll let you make it up to me, okay?" said Priya.

Frank nodded dumbly.

"Okay, lay on your back on the floor, and show me how sorry you are."

Frank laid on his back on the white linoleum kitchen floor and watched as his normally somewhat self conscious wife stepped forward and sat on his face. She began grinding her pussy on his lips and then stopped abruptly.

"I'm going to give you everything I've got. Drink it all, or we're going to have a huge fucking problem, understand?" she said as she looked down at him sternly.

Frank mumbled "Mmmhmm," through her folds.

Priya rubbed her clit for a moment, wailed loudly then removed her fingers and froze.

Frank was in intense suspense. He laid there feeling Priya's pussy muscles tensing and releasing. He pictured a dam breaking, a levy crashing over and releasing flood waters, the bottom of a water tower falling out and a cascade of water, a water fall. Then he felt her put a lot more weight on him. She yelped, pressed a hand against her own stomach, and the flood gates opened. An insane amount of her personal fluids gushed into his mouth. He could barely maintain. Even swallowing as fast as he possibly could, some still overflowed and streamed down his chin and neck.

"Fuck yeah! Drink my come!" yelled Priya as she rubbed her ample breasts and ground her pussy against his lips.

Her stream stopped. Frank started to move out from under him but she pressed her weight down harder and gripped his head with her thighs. She rubbed her breasts, arched her back, leaned back and he felt another squirt come out of her and into his mouth. He begrudgingly swallowed it with the grim realization that she wasn't even orgasming any longer, she was just using his mouth to get the very last of the squirt out of her body.

Priya looked down and smiled while making an mmmmm sound. At last she dismounted. "Did you like that?" she said, standing above him as he sat up.

No. No, you stupid bitch. I'm getting really fucking sick of this nonsense. You can't just get your pussy all full of squirt and expect that I'll want to drink you dry! This is ridiculous! he thought.

But yet again the realization that his wife was very sensitive, and that in the right mood he would love what she was doing, made it clear he had to play along if he ever wanted anything even remotely like this to happen again.

"Yeah," he said, hoping he sounded convincing. Then he smacked his lips, tasting the earthy undertones this time, and getting a faint whiff of something similarly earthy.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing honey, you're fucking amazing!" he exclaimed, this time confident that he sounded sincere. "I'm going to go work out."

She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Okay, I'm going to change and shower. See you later, handsome."

Frank went into the bathroom and rinsed his face off. Then he swished some water in his mouth and spit it out into the sink. Looking in the mirror he shook his head at himself and left the bathroom.

He got on the treadmill in the living room and walked while playing a video game. He was vaguely aware that Priya had come and sat down on the couch and was working on her laptop, now fully dressed in jeans and a white top. After an hour of walking, hot and sweaty, he got off and set the controller down.

"Thirsty?" said Priya.

The word set him off. He was angry now. This was getting ridiculous. No more. He was going to the kitchen to get a normal beverage.

"Priya enough. Sorry, but I'm just not feeling this today. Maybe some other time," said Frank as he prepared to turn and leave the room. But then her face slackened, then wilted into what looked like turning into tears.

"Honey, seriously. Let's just go have lunch, okay? I'm really thirsty and want to have some iced tea. Don't take it personally."

"Frank! You've insulted me, personally, now! I don't think you understand what's happening! You're my slave until I say otherwise. My rules are law, and right now I say you aren't allowed to drink anything but what comes from inside of my body!" said Priya sharply, her voice growing louder.

Frank was astounded. Something suddenly made sense and he realized that no matter how he felt, he couldn't say no to anything at all. He stood there, dumbfounded, and waiting.

"Good, now, lay on the rug, here," said Priya sweetly.

Frank did so and Priya stripped off her pants and underwear. Frank was annoyed, but also extremely thirsty and so saw the silver lining that at least he was going to get a drink. Priya sat on his face.

"Well, don't just lay there, start licking," she said playfully.

All Frank could see was her ass, as she was facing away from him. He started licking her clit. She moaned. Then he heard a clanking sound, like metal, and he realized she was playing a video game! He started to say something but she just ground her pussy onto his mouth, muffling his words. He kept licking. She moaned louder, yet he kept hearing the sounds of battle from the game she was playing. He couldn't believe she was doing this.

She began to gush a surprisingly welcome clear stream and Frank adjusted so that he could drink it.

"Uh uh. You're being punished for disrespecting me by rejecting my squirt earlier. Keep your mouth shut!" she said and wiggled her hips, causing her squirt to go all over his face.

This confirmed what he had understood earlier when the realization clicked in his mind: it was her that had opened his story on the laptop! She read his story, and now was playing it out! She must have closed it and clicked "ok" when it asked if it should be saved or not. No matter how weird this got, no matter how much he didn't enjoy any of this, he had to stick it out. This was unheard of. Crazy. She was acting out not only a fantasy of his, but a very long and intricate one. If he truly broke the whole thing apart by refusing, there is no way she would ever put so much effort into pleasing him again.

The gushing finally stopped and Frank's face and hair were thoroughly soaked. He was so thirsty that he actually licked inside of Priya's pussy just to get a bit of moisture. As he lay there, spreading her natural lubricants around inside his mouth, he felt her grab his dick.

"Ooooh, someone's having fun!" she said as she leaned forward and started to stroke him.

He watched her wide, round ass and her perfect pussy, with its outer lips that were a little darker brown than the rest of her body, and inner lips that were even darker, while she was all pink inside of that. He found himself wishing she would erupt into his mouth to quench his thirst. Instead she jerked him off roughly until he came.

Okay, that was enough. After coming he knew he'd be completely uninterested in sex, and drinking her lost all of its allure, which already wasn't much due to his less horny state in the first place. Now he was just bored, and a little grossed out. She leaned back and put her weight on his mouth again. She didn't even say anything, but just got out a bottle of water and began to drink. Frank lay there listening to her gulp, and gulp, swallow after swallow. He understood she was going to keep him pinned there while she masturbated and filled up with squirt again. This was out of control, and he was really just not into it at all. It wasn't worth it. If he got into squirt again and she refused to entertain him like this again, so be it. Nothing was worth this nonsense. He began to push her off of his face. He was going to get a drink, and to tell her, sorry, but this is not happening.

He started formulating words in his mind, That was just a story. I'm a real person, not a come toilet for you to use for who knows how long. I'm going to drink normal beverages, and live my life. If that hurts your feelings, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have taken a fictional story literally, darling. I love you, but this is just too much.

But then the cool air rushed in between their bodies where he had pushed her up and made space between her pussy and his face. With this, a realization rushed over him: she was really playing out his story. That might mean she was going to bring in another woman any minute now! He'd wanted a threesome his entire adult life, and this might be the only chance, as Priya had always been against the idea. Yet, with her role play going on, if he asked she would just tell him to shut up. Further, if he asked she might change her mind even if she had planned something.

Heart pounding with excitement, he released her soft ass cheeks, and let her rest on his face once more.

Glug, glug, glug. She was drinking more water.

Then, much to his dismay, she started playing the video game again! He thought about the studies he had read. If she wasn't aroused her pussy was going to fill with piss! He was not drinking her piss! He thought about how much the human bladder can hold. Something around or just under half a liter, and she was going to be full, as she had consumed a full liter of water. If she kept him pinned and kept draining herself for multiple sessions, it would add up to be even more than half a liter.

Fuck, he thought, that is way too much piss to drink to satisfy her and keep this going until the other woman showed up, and then it was even if the other woman showed up!

So he set to work aggressively licking her pussy. She kept playing the game, seeming to successfully ignore his intruding tongue. He put his tongue deep inside of her and began tongue fucking her as hard as he could. She moaned, and he felt her inner walls clench around his tongue. It was working! He just had to keep her aroused so her body would know its job was to make him a drink, and not time to clock out and go back to making piss.

He started licking her clit as hard as he could. He heard her moan and saw a small bit of female ejaculate drip out of her pussy. He licked this up due to his extreme thirst and swallowed it. It was less than half an ounce, and so didn't do much to sate him. He went back to licking her. An hour passed and he felt her lean forward again and found himself looking at her ass and pussy again.

She took his dick into her mouth and started sucking. He couldn't believe he'd gotten hard again! Reaching a hand back she used her fingers to splay her pussy lips open, showing him her hot, pink inside. He watched as her pussy swelled inside, and the tiny hole just below her clit, and above her actual pussy's opening, began to engorge. A few drops came out of it, and then she began to absolutely pour her juices into his mouth. As he drank her, she deep throated his dick and he came, hard, down her throat. He felt the rhythm of himself swallowing her gushing nectar match up to the pulses of his dick emptying into her throat, and her throat movements of swallowing him. It was an amazing symphony of sexual fluids.

He stopped coming, but Priya was still gushing. Frank pressed his mouth against her folds and drank deeply. She kept going for a long time. He realized it was, indeed, at least half a liter! She was truly hydrating him, and the fluid tasted like pure water, with just a hint of her natural essence added to it. At last she finished, and sat back again, blocking out most of his vision with her hips and ass. Frank began to push her off so he could get up.

"No, no, hun. I just drank a fuck ton of water. Just stay there. I'm going to need your mouth again soon," she said, looking back over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile. She chuckled shortly and turned back, picked up the controller, and started playing the game again.

Frank's neck and jaw, even his tongue were all starting to get sore. But the studies flashed into his mind again, and he went at her pussy again. She came three times as she sat on his face, and then finally reached down, rubbed her clit extremely hard, and then gushed again. This time it was a lot more difficult to drink. He was not at all turned on, and he wasn't even thirsty. Yet, he let her empty herself into his mouth and drank it all. Another beer stein sized amount of squirting fluid. The miracle kept happening. Her body's continual arousal was keeping her fluid pure and delicious for him. He dutifully, though unhappily, drank it all down.

Chapter 8

Priya finally got up and stood above Frank. He sat up, glad to be free to go about his day finally.

"Stay right there," commanded Priya.

Frank's heart sank. He didn't know how much more of being pinned here he could handle before he said fuck the whole thing and left.

She leaned forward slightly. "Open your mouth," she said.

Frank did so, and Priya gushed another stream into his mouth. She straightened and turned around, then. Looking down at him she smiled. He had a mouthful of her squirt. His stomach was so full of her he couldn't bring himself to swallow it.

"Swallow it," she said in a sing-song voice.

He forced it down and then watched as she ran a finger along the inside of her pussy. It came out thickly smeared in her white natural lubricants and female ejaculate. She held it in front of his mouth. Begrudgingly he played along and licked it off of her fingers and made an mmmm sound.

"Good man!" she said. "You know how to please your mistress!" and she walked away.

This was insane. Was it really worth it? When was the other woman going to arrive? Was there another woman?

It was late afternoon, now. Frank got up and walked into the kitchen. He heard the front door open and shut, and Priya's car driving away. He thought about gorging himself on drinks while she was out, but quickly realized that she had filled his stomach so thoroughly that drinking anything right now would probably make him throw up! Instead he took a shower and brushed his teeth. Then he sat down and read for a while until he got tired. Eventually he went to bed.

Laying there, he assumed the game was probably over. Though it was odd that she'd left without telling him where she was going. He texted her asking where she was, but fell asleep before seeing if she responded or not.

Chapter 9

Frank woke up to something hot and warm pressed against his mouth. The game wasn't over. He opened his mouth, and then the fluid flowed in. He drank and drank. As he did so he noticed that he actually was thirsty now. He also noticed that her squirt tasted markedly different. There was a sharpness to it, and as she shook with her orgasm, causing her legs to shake and tense, some of her squirt splattered onto his face. He got a smell of it, and it had somewhat of a faint sour, but almost cucumber-like quality to it. Then she was off of him, and he was alone in the dark again. He fell deeply asleep once more.

In the morning he showered, and went downstairs to have breakfast. He found Priya waiting, and a delicious meal laid out, complete with a glass of water for him. The game was over! He sat down and began eating.

"How did you sleep, darling?" asked Priya.

"Good, except for when you woke me up for that little water break!" said Frank, laughing.

Priya looked confused. "I don't follow."

Frank furrowed his brow at her. What was the point of this charade?

"Anyway, what shall we do today?" he asked.

Priya sat down across from him, leaned on her elbows, and said, "I don't care. I just want to enjoy some time with you. Did you have fun yesterday?"

Frank grinned as he took a bite of a biscuit and washed it down with some water. "Yes sweetheart. That was amazing. I can't believe you played out the plot of my story! You're amazing. You're the best wife in the world!" He stopped short of mentioning his disappointment at her failure to fulfill the one part of the story.

"I'm glad. You deserve it! You work so hard for us, and my stomach issues had made our love making so annoyingly rare. Now that my stomach is better I wanted to do something nice for you." She looked at him dreamily, leaning her face sideways on her hand.

Frank smiled and continued eating. He took another drink. As he did he noticed the water was slightly cloudy. Priya gave him a half smile and narrowed her eyes. Frank decided the water must have gotten some food in it and continued eating. Finally he finished the glass, but realized it had an aftertaste.

"This is squirt!?" he said in shock.

"You didn't think it was over, did you? I didn't say you could drink anything but what comes from inside of the female body, did I?" said Priya as she stood up.

Frank saw that she had pulled up her skirt and removed her panties under the table. Her fingers were wet with her own lubricants as she'd clearly been masturbating under the table. She walked over to him and pressed his mouth against her bush, and then undulated her hips so that her pubes rubbed against his lips, and then her pussy was in his mouth. Immediately she started squirting. Frank drank her down.

She finished and stepped back. The morning sun struck her body in all the right ways. She was truly beautiful. The curve of her hips in particular, caught the light and shadow in a way that drove him wild.

"Put this on," she said, and handed him a blindfold.

He obeyed, and then felt her pussy against his mouth again. He couldn't believe she could gush again, so he assumed she just wanted to use his mouth to come. He licked her clit for a few minutes as she moaned in pleasure. Yet, then the flood started up, and he found himself swallowing her in great gulps. She tasted sharp again, and then he felt her fingers between them, rubbing her clit. He could hear her moan in another orgasm, and her juices splattered all over his face and shirt. The sour, cucumber-y smell covered him.

He felt her step back and then heard her say, "Okay, take off the blindfold."

He reached up and took it off. The moment light hit his eyes he was immediately blinded by a blast of liquid.

"Yeah! The only time you get to see today is when you're looking at my gushing pussy!" said Priya.

Frank rubbed the squirt from his eyes. They cleared and he saw Priya's hot pussy in front of him. She was angling it with her fingers and shot another gush of fluid at his eyes. Frank pulled the blindfold back down, understanding her game.

"Good! Now it's time for another drink. You're going to be my squirt toilet today. My goal is to masturbate all day and not go to the bathroom even once," said Priya. Then he felt her breath hot on his ear and felt her leaning into him. "Every. Single. Drop of me is going into your mouth. All. Day." she whispered in a sultry voice. He felt her move back slightly, and then the moist, soft press of her folds against his lips. "Time for round two. Open up." she said.

Frank opened his mouth and she flooded it yet again. It tasted smooth this time, and slightly earthy. Then she took his hand and guided him to his feet. He felt her tug at his hand and so he started walking. He was disoriented due to being blindfolded. Nothing was making any sense. She guided him down onto the floor until he was laying on his back. He could feel the rug under him and understood he was in the living room. Then silence, punctuated only by sounds of Priya drinking large amounts of water.

"Now," she began, her voice coming from his right side in his visual darkness, "we're going to do a little study ourselves. I know you lose interest in sex after you come. So you're going to come, and then be my toilet." She paused to let the gravity of her words hang in the air.

Was this it? Was it time to quit this and risk losing it all?

He felt her unzip and remove his pants and grab his cock. She jerked him off until he came. Then she sat on his face and emptied herself. It was that sharp, sour cucumber taste again. Was she even squirting at this point? Was this just piss? No, it couldn't be piss. If it was strong enough to actually be piss he'd be vomiting. He drank down her fluid obediently.

Then he felt her stand up and could hear her sit on the couch. He was thankful for the break. Yet, inexplicably the springs creaked again and then he felt her sitting on his face again! She moaned and gushed into his mouth once more. He drank it, thankful that it tasted smoother again.

Again she stood up and he heard the couch springs.

"Okay, come over here and lick my pussy for a while," she said softly.

Frank got up to his hands and knees and felt his way to her, and then buried his face into her pussy. Her folds tasted stronger than usual. He realized it was because she'd been squirting all day but wasn't bathing between squirts like usual. She was literally treating him like a come toilet. He tongued her pussy. The smell was overpowering and oddly spicy. He felt her come while his tongue was inside of her. Her slick natural lubricants pooled against his tongue. He kept licking her for some time. He didn't now how long, being unable to see any clocks or even the time of day by sunlight. Then she began to empty again with a loud moan. He drank her.

He was shocked when she quickly pushed him away, hard enough that he had to lean back and catch himself, but then immediately pulled him forward again, and pressed her pussy against his mouth once more. Another yelp and she was gushing again. How was this possible? How could she just keep coming? There had to be an end to this! He felt her muscles relax then, and her legs wrapped around his head. He leaned in and lazily licked her pussy. Again, for quite some time. He felt her hand reach down and jerk him off until he came again. Afterwards he continued licking her, but with even less enthusiasm.

For a second time she pushed him backward. Before he could recover she said, "Get on your hands and knees."

He did so, and then felt her hands guiding him downward until he was smelling her spicy pussy again. She started gushing a torrent.

"Get your face down there! My squirt needs to be drank by you!" she yelped.

Frank lowered his face. The stream hit his chin first and he hesitated. Not wanting to do this any longer, but he felt her push the top of his head downward until her stream was hitting his lips. He opened his mouth and let it cascade over his tongue. It was totally silent in the room, except the sound of her squirting pussy and the stream hitting his tongue.

It was sharp, sour, and earthy. This was it. This was the line. She wasn't even coming. He was just a toilet. Priya had lost the thread. She was going to keep emptying herself into his mouth all day, and it was just going to taste worse and worse. And to make matters worse, she was ensuring that he wasn't at all turned on. He had just come, so now he was just drinking her fluid joylessly. Even the sound annoyed him as it seemed to come in stereo, like it was echoing off the wall behind her.

"I'm done! This has to stop!" shouted Frank. He started to raise up but was held down by her legs.

"Take off your blindfold," said Priya.

Frank grabbed at the blindfold and yanked it off. What he saw blew his mind.

To be continued in the watery conclusion: Duality 4: Insane Squirt Slavery