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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 12. Dr. Anna Pearce

October 20th 2004

Wednesday's seem to be the only evening I have when I can find free time to do these blogs. Sorry I lied at the end of the last one. I'm taking a break from Chloe's story because the ring has provided me with an interesting story from the university and I want to record it while it is still fresh in my memory. It is incomplete as you will find out but it is still a lengthy tale. You'll just have to wait until next week for the next part of the Chloe saga to find out what happens to her.

Yesterday afternoon I took a sheaf of computer printouts into the faculty staff room, partly to get out of the lab for an hour and partly to sit in a comfortable chair and have a coffee while I tried to sort out the data on them. Only a few staff were in and I greeted those I knew. One was Dr. Anna Pearce, a chemistry tutor and an excellent teacher who had tutored me for several years previously and who I admire greatly. Chemistry is perhaps one of the more difficult subjects in which to interest students but she did it and held our attention for every lesson. My guess is that she is in her early to mid thirties and not married. I had often wondered why because she is attractive without being glamorous, petite and keeps herself fit by playing tennis and other sports. Some students have made a play for her but none succeeded in even taking her out. Like most of her male students, I fantasised as to what we would do together when I had her alone in my bedroom but it was never more than vivid imagination.

She sat at a corner desk writing and it was obvious she didn't want to be disturbed. We only spoke a few words before I settled down a little across the room from her and spread my sheets on a nearby coffee table. I'd hardly opened my folder before I was distracted by her thoughts. At that point she was near the end of writing a letter the contents of which were unexpectedly personal and revealed a side of her that I never suspected. I really did feel guilty for listening to them this time but I almost couldn't help myself so I pretended to make notes in my folder but instead of them being of my work, they were notes that form the outline from which I am writing this blog. I started notes taking some time after I entered when I realised it would make a good story but by then she was writing the finishing paragraphs. Later, she started to read through the whole letter and correct it, and I was able to take notes of the first day of the week she spent with a woman friend.

The letter that follows is not an exact copy of what she wrote but is as near as I could reconstruct it from the information I wrote down. I certainly do not have the training that would have enabled me to take full notes in shorthand. No name was ever given to the mistress but from the visions in Anna's mind she was a large framed, big breasted and powerful woman unconnected with the university so I have no idea who she is. Against her, Anna seemed like a child.

'Dearest Mistress,

Thank you for your letter. I was delighted to receive it and felt that you were most kind in writing such a letter to your lowly sub after the way I walked out on you. I will certainly and very willingly accede to your request that I send a report and give my honest feelings on the week that we spent together at the rented cottage in the Cotswolds. Because you asked for my 'honest feelings' I guess you know the strength of my feelings concerning one particular aspect of my subservience during the week and you wish to know whether I am likely to change my views. I trust you will take my abhorrence of this into consideration before we meet again, if indeed you think it is acceptable that we do. But first my report.

As you know, I am always a little fearful of David, your husband, especially as you allow him free reign to use my body as he sees fit except for intercourse. This fear perhaps adds a little piquancy to my visit especially as I am a true lesbian whilst you desire to swing both ways as long as you are in command. That is one of the great joys for me, allowing you complete control of my life. With you I have no decisions to make, I just do as you say, otherwise my bottom will be deliciously sore from the attention that it receives from your bare hand or, more seriously when it is covered with the driving glove. So different to being here at the university where I must be in full control of the students in order to assist them fully. My fear of losing you my sweet mistress is greater than my fear of what David might do to me so I willingly accepted staying with you both for the night at each end of the holiday in order to have my week away alone with you. But you asked for a report.

I arrived at your home at five o'clock on the Friday evening and I was able to kiss you for the first time in several weeks. The first, when you lifted me so easily from the floor, brought our lips and tongues into contact and immediately I felt a thrill pass through my body and into my vagina. It must have been the same for you because you lowered me to the floor and lifted your skirt indicating that I should plant my lips directly on your pubic mound, which I did with great abandon. At that moment I heard David arrive but you kept my head pressed to your body and I could smell and taste your arousal. David's knees pressed into my back as he came and kissed you and then asked, "Why is she still dressed?"

"Only arrived a minute ago," you replied, "Come on out from there Anna and say hello to David." David kissed me hard on the mouth and felt my breasts through my blouse."

"Undress slave," he ordered. You nodded your agreement because I am your sub and not his. I could feel myself blushing profusely at having to undress in front of him even though he has seen me naked many times and has had his hands on all parts of my body. When I'd undressed and folded my clothes on to a chair I stood with my hands behind my neck and my feet apart in the way you have taught me. David came and fingered my breasts and pubis. He was aroused but I knew he would not dare to break his promise to both of us, never to have intercourse with me. Never would his penis be allowed in my vagina or rectum and only in my mouth when it was necessary to clean him. You gave me a cuddle and a kiss which made my juices flow and I felt the need to use the toilet, however when I asked, you smiled and pointed to a small cabinet about two feet high. The top lifted up and the front folded down to reveal a chamber pot set on a sturdy shelf at about the same height as a normal toilet. Under the shelf stood a roll of modern toilet paper but it was rare for me to be allowed to use it.

"It's a Victorian commode that I picked up at an antiques fair. You'll be using it for the coming week and you'll be using it in front of me, and David too while you are here." You informed me and indicated that I should try it out at that very moment. It shouldn't have been any more embarrassing than having you and David watch me on a normal toilet, which you have done before, but doing it in the middle of the kitchen perched on a porcelain pot seemed much more disgusting. David knelt and parted my legs so he had a clear view but it took a little while for me to get a flow going although a few moments earlier I felt desperate to relieve myself. When I did, it spurted with some force and splashed back over the whole of my pubic area and I was glad that you had me remove all my hair from that area at the beauticians some months earlier. Not wanting too in front of David, but unable to control myself I evacuated my bowels. The mortification of having done this in front of your husband was too much for me and I broke down and cried but you comforted me with a cuddle while I still sat on the pot. David stood laughing at me and pushed his semi-hard penis between my vaginal area and the front of the chamber pot, (which I hope you will not mind me calling it by the colloquial name 'po' to simplify the writing). He urinated forcibly causing the liquid already in there to splash me once more. When he'd finished he held his penis to my lips and I knew it would disappoint you if I didn't clean it for him and would probably result in a early punishment session, something which I wished to avoid until we were alone. The amount of urine left was small so the taste was not really unpleasant.

"Stand and bend over," you instructed and when I did so, you went on, "David, use your prick to wipe the shit from around her hole and paint her aureoles with it." For a second or two I felt a touch of jealousy that you are allowed to use such coarse words and I am not but when I felt the penis head nudge my rectum it sunk in as to what you had ordered. Never before had you had anything to do with scatology. However, the amount of faecal matter was small so there was little smell or taste left on his penis when he'd finished and I once again had to clean it. "Close the commode now Anna. You will use it whenever you need to and empty it before retiring for the night. Wash your hands, it is time for us to prepare dinner." The apron I was given covered my breasts and just about covered my genital area when viewed frontally but hid little from the side. I began to get used to it for the hour it took to cook and then I had to sit naked opposite you and David while we ate. Apart from a little cuddling and feeling while we watched TV, nothing further happened sexually until we went to bed.

When I asked permission to use the commode David requested that I wait until he was ready. He undressed ready for bed and came into the kitchen wearing only his slippers. "Sit on it but don't piss," he said and then when I was in position he once more inserted his penis inside the po as far as it would go and I could feel it tight again my slit. Holding me close he hissed, "Piss," and when I couldn't start he did so. The sound and the splashing allowed me to relax enough to start my flow, which of course went all over his manhood and my vagina. I knew he was doing it so I would get more of a taste when I cleaned him but I determined that if I refused I would only be spanked until I did. I tried to put on a look of unconcern as I took his wet penis in my mouth and gently sucked. David though, had another trick up his sleeve. When I thought that I was about finished, he held my head tight against his body and gave forth several more spurts of his urine directly into my mouth and I had to swallow. My anger must have showed but he said simply, "Get used to it Anna." From the way he said it, I knew he would do that more often and probably increase the quantity. I later guessed the pair of you planned for me to be initiated like this.

By the time I'd emptied and rinsed the po and thoroughly scrubbed my teeth, you were lying spread on the top of the bed and David was vigorously fornicating with you. "Pleasure yourself with the dildo on the nightstand while you watch," you ordered and I did so. David came quickly and for the fourth time that evening I had to suck him clean but afterwards I had the real pleasure of sucking you while you did the same to me. When we'd both climaxed all three of us lay side by side with you in the centre and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke with a start. Daylight was streaming through the partially drawn curtains and the cause of my awaking was apparent. David was pushing the bedclothes off and telling you to kneel ready for anal intercourse. He didn't use those words of course. Seeing I was awake he said, "Suck her hole and my prick and leave plenty of spit I want a good fuck of her arse before you take her away." I did so and then had to watch as he penetrated your rectum and ploughed into you with great gusto. You groaned a bit but didn't seem to be in as much pain as I expected and indeed you had a climax although I am not sure whether from his copulation or my diddling of your clitoris. It seemed quite a time before he erupted inside your bowels. I knew what I had to do but was uncertain as to whether I could do it especially when I saw the brown stains on his penis. However, I shut my eyes, opened my mouth and then closed it when he'd put his messy penis inside. Somehow it seemed easier if I didn't see it. I could get some taste though although from the small residue it wasn't too objectionable. David made sure I cleaned him properly and then I had to remove his seed from inside your bottom with my tongue. That I didn't find unpleasant and I was delighted to be able to lick some of your vaginal juices at the same time.

Knowing that you wished to leave early, I hoped that this would be the last of our sexual encounters until we arrived at the cottage. I really longing to be away from David as soon as possible because of the manner in which he tries to humiliate me with his perverse ways and from the way he almost makes me pay homage to his penis. The way he uses my love for you to force me to do objectionable things is little short of blackmail. That morning when I had brought you to a second climax with my tongue and fingers he said, "Time for us to perform on the commode now Anna." I guessed he wanted a repeat of the previous evening and would wish to go even further. I was right. While you were performing in the bathroom in private, he took me to the commode and I sat with his penis under me and inside the po. In my shame I passed wind loudly and then urinated strongly over his penis. Worse, before I could control it, I defecated and from my position with his hands clasping my buttocks and holding me tightly to his loins, a considerable amount of faecal material was left around my rectum. I wondered if some would wash off when he urinated but he withdrew his penis until only the head was within the rim of the pot and only streamed gently and for a short while so only the front of my labia were wetted by his water. His penis was now fully hard and I worried that in your absence he might try and enter me but he kept his word not to. "Bend over Anna," he commanded and when I did, as he had when I first arrived, he used the penis head to wipe my bottom and then smeared around my nipples with it. He repeated this three times before he said my bottom was clean. My breast aureoles were now distinctly brown and smelled quite strongly.

"Do not wash your cunt or tits until you are at the cottage," he said and then went on, "But you do have to clean my prick." It was already quite clean from being rubbed on my breasts so I sucked it for him and was about to pull away when he held my face in place. "Oh no," I thought, "He didn't do much in the po. He must have held back," but I couldn't say anything because his penis was effectively gagging me. I think he tried to make it a little easier for me by holding back the flow but even though I swallowed a lot, quite a bit ran out of my mouth and down my body. He came with me to the bathroom and told you that I was only to wash my face and hands and let the rest dry on my body and I wondered why you allowed it. I know you were disgusted with the smell and apologised to me when we were in the car. Thankfully you stopped in a lay-by and added extra perfume to my blouse to disguise the smell somewhat. Fortunately we came to a pub with outside tables where we could have our midday meal without disturbing others.

The farm cottage was really nice. Old but with modern fittings and situated a little outside the village. We unloaded the car and stored the supplies we'd bought on the way in the kitchen and then I had to bring the commode in before I could relieve myself. In case we had unexpected visitors, we put this in the bedroom and I immediately had to christen it in its new location. Your next task was to take me into the shower and clean my body of its odour. I enjoyed that very much indeed. It was lovely have your hands on my body and exploring my private parts as well as allowing me to do the same for you. Afterwards we had an enjoyable sixty-nining session on the bed until we had both come several times. At the end you surprised me by pushing me on to the floor saying, "Enough of that, time for you to be in sub role. Go and make some tea." You wore a nice blue dressing gown but I was kept naked which emphasised my subservience. I was only too happy with this and looked forward to obeying your orders and even to being punished for my mistakes.

During the tea break you questioned me at some length about David urinating in and on me and from the way you asked the questions I knew you were thinking about doing it too. Inadvertently during the questions I remarked strongly that I didn't wish to do it and that it disgusted me. I'm afraid that you took this as a sign of my insubordination and decided that needed immediate and forceful correction. "Get the glove sub!" you shouted. That glove, the type that some speedway riders wear has metal threads woven through the palms and which you use when I am to receive a lengthy chastisement in order to prevent your hands becoming sore, is a fearsome weapon. You are a large woman mistress, and have proportionally large hands so the gloves, which are reinforced and padded, are larger still and cover a wide area of my bottom with each hit. With the strength you have in your arms, each spank is extremely painful, as I'm sure you know, and yet does not raise undue blisters, as would a cane. I started to apologise but one look from you and I knew it was useless. My bottom was going to be sore right from the start of the vacation.

"Over my knee," you demanded when I returned and you had donned the glove. From a previous acquaintance with the glove when I stayed with you a month or so before to keep you company while David was away, I knew this was going to be painful. This time you seemed far angrier with me so I could expect a harder spanking. Tearfully I draped myself over your lap and for a few moments relished the feel of my mound against your equally naked thighs. Your strong left arm held me tightly in place while the gloved right hand roughly caressed my sexual parts and splayed my thighs. "Now Anna, listen carefully…" WHAAP! The gloved hand sounded like a rifle shot in the quiet of the room and immediately a tremendous pain went through me. I tried not to cry out. I really did, but I couldn't help myself. Seconds later another hard slap hit my other bottom cheek and I started blubbering and writhing, trying to escape but you held me firm. "Listen Anna," you repeated. How could I listen when you were causing me so much pain? But I tried. WHAAP! "When I found and bought the commode…" WHAAP! "David found a factual article on the Internet…" WHAAP! "About toilet slaves. It told the stories of…" WHAAP! "Girls and some boys who willingly or were…" WHAAP! "Forced to drink their master or mistresses piss…" WHAAP! "Directly from the source. Both David…" WHAAP! "And I thought of making you do it…" WHAAP! "And as it is easier for a man to piss in a woman's mouth…" WHAAP! "I agreed to let him try it first…" WHAAP! "Now we're here you're going to learn to take mine…" WHAAP! "And after your refusal just now, it is going to be…" WHAAP! "Each and every time I wish to go, otherwise you will have further sessions with this glove." WHAAP! "And maybe not just on your arse." WHAAP! "Do you understand slave?" WHAAP! I couldn't reply because of the pain and my sobs mistress, I really couldn't but I knew I would have to obey you, the words just choked in my throat. You took this as a sign that I wouldn't agree and continued to paste my nates, WHAAP! WHAAP! WHAAP! WHAAP! WHAAP! Until I thought I couldn't take any more. I begged you to stop and promised to drink from you whenever you wanted but you didn't seem to hear the words. Your gloved hand kept flaying my rear. For a while I thought you had lost control of yourself and would continue to blindly hit me until my bottom swelled so much it burst open.

It took a little time for me to notice you had stopped and the glove was now massaging my bottom but the fire was so great that the roughness just added to the pain. Vaguely I heard the glove fall on the floor and felt you lift and sit me on your lap. I know I screamed as my hurt bottom sat on your warm thighs but then your arms enfolded me to your body and I found my lips close to your breasts. A hard nipple pressed into my cheek and you turned my head slightly and fed it to my mouth. It was a great comfort but it did little to ease the awful pain in my buttocks.

I have no idea of how long I sat on your lap suckling your breasts but suddenly you stood and supporting me said, "Now we'll see if you really keep your promises or whether you just made them in the hope I would cease my spanking of your arse." You helped me to the shower because I could hardly walk and made me kneel with my mouth wide open over your urethra. "I'll try and do it slowly this first time Anna," you told me, "You will drink it all down. There shouldn't be too much because I pissed earlier." You pressed my head tight against your opening and urinated in short spurts. I tried to swallow what I still consider a most foul hot liquid and mostly succeeded even if I did find the taste very unpleasant. Not wishing to anger you and receive further punishment, when you finished I licked all the surrounding area as clean as I could. I was surprised when after a short while you pulled me to my feet and kissed me fully on the lips and thrust your tongue into my mouth in the way we do when we love each other. I knew you must be able to taste the urine but you seemed to enjoy it and this was confirmed when you said, "Dearest Anna, this week in addition to our normal love making, I want to explore the world of what is known as water sports. I will have little tasters of it while you will get the full treatment." For your taster you licked and suckled my breasts where your urine had dribbled from my mouth but I believe it was already diluted with my tears.

My hope to be allowed to shower was dashed when you put your robe on and gave me an apron to wear so we could start cooking dinner. It was very painful for me to stand and even more so to sit but you acted as though I had not just received a spanking from you and could do things in a normal way. When I didn't perform as you wished I received a sharp but not hard, slap on my inflamed bottom causing me more pain than the force of the slap warranted. It was only after you eating your meal and me pecking at mine that you again put me over your lap and applied ointment to the soreness and used your fingers to arouse me to a climax. Any satisfaction I would have normally gotten from that was nullified by the pain in my bottom. The cream seemed to have only a minor effect.

Although you tried to give me further comfort during the evening, the soreness of my bottom didn't allow me to respond in the way I would have like to. In many ways I was pleased when you decided on an early night. You watched closely as I used the commode and as it was near half full already, there was a considerable amount of splashing but you had no hesitation in licking me clean. "Before you empty it, dip your tits in the piss," you instructed me when I took the po into the bathroom. They only went halfway into the liquid but you took each one as it came out and sucked it and it was then that I realised you did indeed enjoy the taste. Perhaps in small doses it might be all right but not to have the full content of a person's bladder. For your night time pee we went into the shower and I had to lie down so you could squat directly into my mouth. This time you didn't hold back and I just couldn't cope with the flow although I drank as much as I could. We kissed afterwards and then showered. "You'll do much better by the end of the week," you informed me, "And by the time we get home you'll be able to take David's prick without him getting up from his chair." In the bedroom you handed me a sheaf of papers and said, "Read this." It was a print out of the web pages David had found but I didn't read them until the following day because my eyes kept tearing with the pain of my buttocks.

*****

At this point Anna broke off reading the letter, glanced at her watch and gathered up the papers and left so I cannot say what happened during the rest of the week. However, from her thoughts when I first entered the room, I know she was made to drink her mistress's urine many times and must have been sick at least twice as well as receiving several minor spankings for failing to drink properly. I had started taking notes just before she ended her letter so I can reconstruct the final paragraphs.

*****

We arrived home mid afternoon on Saturday, earlier than we expected because traffic was light. David greeted you with affection and me as though I was his slave instead of your lover. I particularly resent this. "Well get your clothes off," he growled, "And then you can have a drink from my fountain. You should have learned how to do that by now." I'm sorry mistress for leaving you in the way that I did, but I just couldn't face drinking another load of urine and certainly not from a man's 'fountain'. My anger at having to do it to him, overpowered my desires to submit to your will. I turned and walked out. When I saw the look of shock and disappointment on your face as I turned and threw my bags into my car I wavered in my resolve but seeing the scowl on David's face I got into the driver's seat and left.

At the next quiet place I pulled over and wept for nearly an hour before I was calm enough to continue my journey. Even then I had to pull over twice more to dry my eyes. At home I felt as if I had suffered a great loss; a bereavement, and moped around the house, starting many jobs and finishing none of them. For the first three days I felt a great unease and sickness in my stomach and it took even longer before I felt fit again. I put this down to my imbibing so much of your body fluids but it may have been partly due to a reaction to losing you. Dear mistress, I know I sent you a letter of apology for my behaviour as soon as I returned and I now wish to offer it again. I am so so sorry I didn't fulfil your wishes in the way you wanted and I beg your forgiveness for leaving you in the way that I did. I know as a sub or slave I should do everything my mistress demands of me within the limits we agreed on, but I feel that partaking in watersports as you so euphemistically term it, is something that revolts me so much I am not willing to do it. 'Tasters' like you had, I could probably accept but not the drinking of all you produce. Using the commode I can accept but to use my faecal matter in the way you did seems positively unhealthy and as far as I can see, has nothing to do with a loving relationship.

My bottom is still a little tender even though it is now three weeks since you spanked me so vigorously. Most of the time I don't notice it but when I sit on a hard chair like I am deliberately doing as a self imposed penance while I pen this letter, then its tenderness reminds me of you.

I was so pleased that your letter hinted at the possibility of reconciliation. I know I badly miss having your love even if it is at a distance and we can only meet for short periods at a time. Perhaps we could share a night in a hotel where for that one night we are equals and can discuss some revised ground rules for my continued subservience. I do sincerely apologise for making this suggestion and promoting myself to be your equal, but I believe that is the only way we can restore our relationship. I do still love you dearest mistress and wish with all my heart that we can be together again in body and in mind.

Your loving sub,

Anna

I will try and see if I can get close enough to Anna in the next few weeks to be able to give you an update later on. I too am intrigued to know what happens.