I awoke to the bright morning sunshine coming in through the glass in the French doors. It was going to be another very nice day, hot but nice.
I watched her sleep for a few minutes, wondering how this had come to be. She was a pretty little girl. Hey now, at my age they are all little girls. Okay? Okay, so she was 42. I have kids older than that. Why had she decided to meet an old duffer like me? My ever present wit and charm? Yeah, sure. She was about 5’ 8", probably 170 pounds. Not really over weight but solid. A nice girl.
I told my self, "don’t look a gift horse in the mouth." She was here and was enjoying her stay so far.
As I made coffee she jumped in the shower. I carried two cups of coffee to the bedroom just as she was drying off.
I asked her to turn around so that I could inspect that lovely back side. Just a couple small bruises. I patted her on the rump as I made my way to the shower.
We went out on the patio to sip our coffee as we enjoyed the beautiful weather and discussed the previous days activities. She was still glowing and wouldn’t change a thing but she did state that the feather on her clit was almost too much.
"What about the nipple clamps? Are your nipples sore today?"
She touched her nipples and reported that they were a little more sensitive than normal but really not sore. This had been her first real experience with them. She loved them, especially the mind blowing orgasm created when they were removed. This was good news, as I do like nipples almost as much and ass cheeks for gentle torture.
She asked me to drive her into the city so that she could check out of the hotel and retrieve her car. No sense paying for a hotel room when she had the run of the house here.
It was noon by the time we returned with her car. She asked what the neighbors would think of a strange car in the driveway. Not a problem as I dabble in used cars some and strange cars in the driveway are the norm.
I asked if she preferred to go out for lunch or stay in and I could thaw out some frozen lasagna. "It takes about an hour for it to thaw out," I warned. That was okay with her.
I got the food out of the freezer, read all the instructions, put it in the microwave and set the timer.
"Well, while we are waiting for lunch to get ready why don’t we do a little cleaning?"
She just looked at me kind of funny, "Cleaning what, the house is spotless?" she finally asked.
My brilliant and well thought out answer was, "You".
What do you mean me, I just took a shower a couple hours ago?"
"Oh, the out side is fine but we need to clean the inside." Again I got that funny look.
I don’t understand."
"Last night I teased your little brown spot. I did not enter it. Tonight I certainly intend to enter so we need to make sure everything is nice and tidy."
"You are really going to do that?"
"Yep. Sure am, unless you forbid it. Remember you can say no at any time. This has to be fun for both of us."
"I’m not saying no but I would like to know what to expect."
"You now know what to expect. Too many details kind of spoil the fun. Why don’t you go into the bedroom and get ready while I put the French bread in the oven to warm?" I watched her as she walked away. Sure do like to watch those buns wiggle.
She was sitting on the side of the bed nude when I entered, looking pretty but a little apprehensive. "What now?" she asked in a small voice.
"If you need to use the facilities now is the time otherwise we can get started." She decided to use the facilities as I prepared for the coming activities.
I filled an old fashioned enema bag with very warm soapy water and hung it on the shower curtain rail, well above my head. That should provide a good bit of pressure.
She was nervously watching me make the preparations. When everything was in place I turned to her and asked, "Ready?"
"I guess so. I’ve never had an enema before, not even as a child. What do you want me to do now?"
I spread a large, white towel on the shower floor, "Get on your knees in the center of the towel. Put your head against the floor."
"Really?"
"Yep, really"
She complied and I applied a generous amount of lube to the target. I massage that puckered portal for a couple minutes helping her to relax then slowly inserted the nozzle. I released the clamp and the water began to flow. She gave a low moan but didn’t move. After the first quart of water was completed she said she was cramping. I told her to relax don’t fight it and stopped the flow for a couple minutes as she adjusted.
She was beginning to squirm and wiggle her cute butt from side to side as the last of the two quarts left the bag.
"Okay, now you can stand up."
"Oh, I got to go!"
"Not so fast. You need to wait at least five minutes before you do. Give it time to work." I could hear her stomach grumbling as she pinched her legs together.
"Please may I go?"
"Nope, not yet. Oh, by the way, if you dribble on the towel it will be five strokes to each cheek before you can go."
"That’s not fair," she moaned as she twisted and turned from the pressure.
"Maybe not but it sure is fun watching you try to hold it. I even hope you dribble."
She continued her little dance but never lost a drop. As soon as five minutes had passed I moved out of the bathroom so she could get properly seated. She made it just in time. As she expelled the water it sounded like a fire hose. She turned beet red.
"I have never went to the bathroom with anyone watching since I was five years old."
I laughed at her and went to check on lunch. Everything was progressing as expected so I returned to the bathroom to tease her a little bit.
"Did everything come out alright?"
She was still red, "I think so, at least it quit running."
"Good, pat it dry and we can do it again."
"Again?"
"Sure. Don’t want any surprises later. Come here and get back on the towel."
She got into position, "Are you sure this is necessary?"
"Of course," I replied in a serious tone of voice. It sure was but just because I liked to watch her get embarrassed and wiggle that cute bottom.
Again the five minute retention time. This time she didn’t make it. What a shame, now I would have to paddle her after the five minutes were up which extended the time a couple more minutes.
Five on the left cheek then five more on the right cheek. She was saying, "Please hurry" when I would wait a few seconds between swats.
I’ll bet she appreciated that padded toilet seat.
Time for round three. This time I put two and a half quarts in the bag.
She managed to take it all but was doing a really neat little dance, butt cheeks just bouncing so pretty. I let her off the hook after a couple minutes.
"That should be enough. Time for the next item."
"What next item?"
I showed her a nice little butt plug. It really was a small one, only a little over one inch in diameter but that one inch must have looked like a full foot to her.
"It will never fit." She exclaimed!
I grinned my most wicked grin, "sure it will. I’ve got a hammer in the garage, I can just drive it in like a big nail"
"You wouldn’t dare!"
I couldn’t keep a straight face any longer and began to laugh. She assumed the classic pose of the mistreated female, you know, feet about a foot apart and hands on her hips. It didn’t work though as she began to laugh also.
I spun her around and grabbed her from the rear with my left hand across her stomach and captured her right hand. Meanwhile my right hand found her belly button and began to explore. She was giggling so hard that she could hardly talk.
"I’m not going to stop until you let me put that thing in."
"Okay, okay, you win. Please be gentle, it a little sore from all the wiping"
"I promise to use a small hammer."
She dropped to her knees giving a good view of the area under attack. I used enough lube to slide the Queen Mary across Panama without the canal. I slowly massaged that little circle; round and round then slowly began to ease a finger into the opening.
"That feels good," was her only comment.
Time for two fingers. They’re in to the second knuckle without a problem. I lubed the plug and slowly start it into the now partially open orifice. It slid in without difficulty until the widest part approached. She started to wiggle her butt so I stopped to watch. Did I mention I like butts?
A couple minutes later she had relaxed enough to accept the full plug. As the wide part entered the ring closed in around it very nicely.
"All done. How does it feel?"
She stood up, wiggled her butt a couple times, took a couple steps, "Kind of like I have to go but it feels good. A full feeling. It’s feels okay, fine"
She turned and kissed me, "Thank you for showing me something else that I had never tried." Gee, I was feeling like a hero.
She didn’t bother to get dress as we went to the dinning room. Butt plug still in place. Dinner was almost ready.
"Would you like some wine with this exquisite meal?"
"What do you have?"
"I don’t have any but I can get what ever type you like." I don’t drink so I don’t know anything about wine except it comes in different colors. James Bond I ain’t.
"Ice tea will be fine. Are you going to take that thing out of me so I can sit down?"
"Sure, probably sometime about sunrise."
"You're teasing me again."
"No, well a little but I want you to get used to it so that future play will come more easily for you. Go ahead and sit down. It won’t get any bigger but it might go a little deeper. Try it."
She slowly lowered herself into a chair. It was a captain’s chair with full arms so that she was able to control her descent with her arms. As her weight settled she looked at me and smiled. "That was easy. It moved a little but still feels good. Let’s eat"
The meal was finished and she had rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. We were sitting on the patio relaxing and drinking our after dinner coffee. The thermometer indicated 97 degrees. The ceiling fan on the patio kept the air moving but it was still hot.
It was time to cool off a little. She stood up and walked over to the edge of the pool and without hesitation dove in. What a sight, a slightly pink bottom with a black spot where the brown spot should be. Lovely.
I got out of my shorts and followed her into the water. We played and teased for a while then I had her sit on the edge of the pool. She gave a little "oh" as the butt plug made its presence know. "I completely forgot about that thing," she said.
That was good news. She had adjusted nicely so far. She spread her legs and leaned back on her arms. I softly touched her lips, gently pulling them open. Her clit popped out from under it’s hood and stood there begging for attention. Being the gentleman I am I had to give it a kiss or two or three or four or, oh never mind.
She soon was panting and wiggling her pretty butt. I’ll bet that plug was doing a job also. Within five minute she came twice and pushed me away when I tried to give her a third.
She slipped into the water and hugged me. We kissed and caressed each other for a long time. I sat on the pool edge and gave her an opportunity to do a little tongue work. She didn’t hesitate but got right to the job. I had to slow her down a couple times; she was good and really seemed to enjoy her work. As I came she swallowed every drop. Good girl.
Against my better judgment because I knew I would have a mess to clean up, we applied about a gallon of sunscreen and just floated around it the pool for a couple hours. Water logged at last we returned to the house. Damn, 75 degrees is cold when you are wet and coming in from 97 degrees in the sun. My poor little tool tried to hide but her nips came completely to attention. I had to kiss both of them for their great performance.
She decided she would like to play the card game again. Fine with me even though neither of us had a stitch on. The penalties would still work though. I used a different set of penalty cards this time, more BDSM than before.
She lost the first three hands and accused me of stacking the deck.
Me? Stack the deck? Damn right, but I didn’t admit it but I did enjoy giving her the 10 swats one of her penalties called for. I even managed to bump the butt plug with half the swats. Love to watch a nice bum wiggle.
She went through the entire set of twenty penalties, which covered every part of her body.
For some reason all my penalties were wonderful. Tickle her clit with your tongue for one minute, suck on her nipples for three minutes, etc.
Enough of that. Time to dress and go out to dinner. I helped her get ready, you bet. I had some special plans for that.
I wrapped a strip of Velcro around the base of each breast. Not tight enough to be painful but certainly tight enough to make them come to attention. I installed little rubber ‘O’ rings at the base of each nipple. Very nice. They looked like they had doubled in size, sticking straight out.
I put a leather belt around her waist that had a ring in front and back. Another strap went from the front to the rear and could be adjusted to keep the butt plug in place. The butt plug was staying very nicely the way it was but the strap was necessary for the next part.
The crotch strap had a half-inch hole located strategically to encircle her clit. Her clit would protrude through the strap. The active part of all of this was the little silver chain that was attached just above the hole so that when ever she moved the chain would caress her clit.
She started to object when she saw the strap but I over ruled her. After all she was the sub and I was heap big Master. Yeah. I told her to shush. Luckily she had no idea what the chain was for.
I instructed her to get dressed, a light weight but bulky sweater and a skirt. She reached for her panties.
"No no. No panties, no bra. Just the sweater and skirt." She pouted but put them on. Some shoes and we were ready to go.
"I can’t go out like this," she exclaimed.
"I guess we can add a red bottom if that is what you want." Me heap big Master.
She looked delicious. Tits that reached half way across the room. A butt that was obviously not covered with anything other than that short skirt. Just one little slip and her buns would be in full view. The blush on her face really completed the picture.
I raised the front of her skirt and released the chain to dangle and tease. Her first step was a new experience for her. She looked at me as if she could choke me. I grinned back at her in my most evil way. Yep, going to be a fun night.
I followed her through the house and out to the car. The skirt covered her buns, but just barely. As she got into the van she displayed the bottom of her cheeks. There really is a reason for driving a van; the step in is higher than a normal car. I enjoyed the show.
She immediately complained about the skirt being too short. "I can’t even cover my butt when I sit down. The plug is completely uncovered."
What a shame. "You will just have to be careful," I replied. If looks could kill. I responded with my evil grin.
As I walked around the front of the van to get to the driver’s side I notice through the windshield that her nipples were very obvious even with the sweater. I like nipples too.
As I started the van I glanced over at her. She was busily trying to tug the skirt down to cover a little more than just her pussy. She wasn’t having any luck. As she twisted and tugged I watched the nipples move against the sweater. It wouldn’t be long before she realized how much they were being stimulated.
Yep, a fun night coming up.
As we drove to the restaurant on the interstate I managed to maneuver along side several big trucks. The attention she received was fantastic. Lights flashed and air horns sounded as I slowly pulled past each one. Sandy was a red as a beet again.
She gave a sigh of relief as I turned off the highway. Her relief was short lived as the parking attendant at the restaurant opened her door. There was just no way she could cover everything. Being a real trooper she just stepped out letting the attendant see what ever was showing and smoother her skirt as she waited for me to come around the van. She took my offered arm and we walked toward the entrance door.
She seemed to wiggle a little more than usual; was she really enjoying putting on a show? I began to think she was. She glanced back toward the van to discover the attendant was still standing in the same spot watching her. She actually waved to him. She sure was teasing that poor kid.
Now fun is fun but I didn’t want her to get that poor kid so distracted he wrecks my van trying to get it parked. I couldn’t stand to watch as he drove away.
Our reservation was confirmed and we slowly followed a waiter to out table. As he pulled the chair back for her I noticed a fair amount of cheek peaking out from under the skirt. She gave a little gasp as her bare butt touched the cold leather chair. As she sat up as straight as possible the cheeks again were covered. The waiter lingered much longer that was required. Wonder why?
As the waiter took our drinks order he couldn’t keep his eyes away from her chest, or more specifically, her nipples. She ordered a glass of wine. He looked at me like I was from another planet when I ordered a Coke. Come on now, I have more fun when I know what I’m doing. Besides I used to drink Pepsi but that end when that company, in their infinite wisdom, decided to sign up a foul mouthed rapper for their advertising.
I grinned a little as he turned to leave and winked at her. She stuck her tongue out at me. Very sexy and should be good for a few extra strokes as the evening progresses. Not that I needed a reason but I have to remember that I am heap big chief.
The meal went well but for some unknown reason the waiter was always near by and adjusting himself frequently. She didn’t have much to say but often looked around to see who was watching us.
I just watched her and also kept an eye on the waiter.
I teased her about the degree of exposure she should expect as she got up from her chair. It just is not possible to stand up from a sitting position without leaning forward to maintain balance. In fact it might even be possible for some one to see the crotch strap and maybe even that ever present plug. A black plug and strap against white buns. Good contrast and very noticeable.
She turned red, again. "I thought the worst part was sitting down. Now you tell me the worst is yet to come."
We relaxed with our coffee and listened to the piano player. I know the correct word is pianist but it just don’t fit for a fellow that looks like a football lineman.
I grinned my evil grin and ask her if it was time to call for the check. She gave a very reluctant nod. I motioned for the waiter, who was only about three feet away.
He returned with the tab so quickly it was hard to believe he had moved at all. He returned with the credit card slip for my signature just as fast. I don’t think he even took time to see if I had left a decent tip. He quickly moved to the back of her chair, as I expected. That guy could really move.
I quickly stood up and walked around the table to take her arm and also to see just how much exposure there was. The black leather was extremely evident but would most likely be taken as black panties by anyone not into BDSM.
As we began walking toward the exit I noticed a gentleman at a near by table that would have been in a position to see Sandy’s little show. I said gentleman because he was wearing a suit that had to cost a grand or more, lace shirt, tie, the whole bit. Now this was an upscale restaurant, I had just paid a tab well over a hundred buck, but he looked out of place. As we approached I saw that he was grinning and he gave me a thumbs up. That fellow knew what was going on.
Out of curiosity I glanced at his pretty companion. Then I really looked at her. She was a pretty girl wearing a stunningly low cut gown. Her grooming was absolutely impeccable from her professionally styled blonde hair to the silver pumps on her feet. My attention was drawn to her chest. The tops of her breasts were clearly in view but somehow the coloring didn’t look natural. As we came closer to their table I could see what appeared to be body makeup had been liberally applied to disguise a few bright red marks.
She was sitting extremely straight which displayed her unbelievably tiny waist. A diamond encrusted gold necklace that was worth more than my house encircled her throat. Only one conclusion was possible. She was wearing an extremely tight corset under that lovely gown and I would bet there was at least one object tormenting her unseen openings. I would even bet on a crotch strap to keep them in place.
As we passed I returned the thumbs up making sure my Rolex watch was in plain sight. What the hell, I can show off too.
I must be getting old. How had I missed their entrance? I would have loved to have seen how she walked and especially how careful she had been while being seated. Going to have to pay more attention to my surrounding from now on instead of watching Sandy’s nipples move around inside the sweater.
As we left the building the same kid jumped to attention and almost ran toward us to get the ticket for the van. I’m betting he didn’t need that ticket to remember which vehicle we wanted. He literally ran toward the parking area.
A heavily accented voice said," Excuse me Sir. I am Klaus Gerber.
I turned to see the well dressed gentleman. I introduced myself and shook his hand. He handed me a card and said, "I believe we may have some common interests. I will be in the city for about a month so if you would be interested in discussing them please ring me."
He smiled as he made his way into the Building. Interesting. I slide the card in my pocket as the van arrived.
That kid was quick. He made it to the passenger door of the van before we could walk the ten feet to it. He stood there with a silly grin on his face and with the door open waiting for Sandy to enter. I had to watch this.
Sandy did her best to stay covered but it just wasn’t to be. The eighteen inch step into the van required her to raise her left leg much higher than the skirt could cover which also uncovered the lower half of her buns. The kid made a strategic move to be behind her as she rose up and slid her butt onto the seat. He got an excellent view of all her bottom flesh and attachments.
His mouth dropped open, he looked like he was in shock. I tapped him on the shoulder to remind him he should shut the door. He looked totally stunned. I stuffed five bucks in his shirt pocket, got in the van and pulled away. I could see him still standing there in the rear view mirror. He was lost from sight as the other attendants swarmed around him to get the full story. I’ll bet he wasn’t worth two cents the rest of the night.
I glanced over at her to find she had leaned the seat back and had her hands in her lap. She looked relaxed for the first time since we left the house. I grinned as I saw her fingers slowly moving. Ah ha, she was rubbing her pussy. Now that is a no-no of the first order without permission.
"What are you doing?" I asked. The fingers stopped moving immediately.
"Just relaxing after that horrible experience in the restaurant."
"I think you were doing something else also."
"Oh, just a little bit. I was trying to move that aggravating chain."
"Has it been doing a good job? How is the plug feeling?"
"The plug is fine. I guess I have gotten used to it by now, but between the sweater and the chain I almost lost it walking out of the restaurant. My nipples are so sensitive that every movement of the sweater sends a shock wave to my clit. When I’m walking the chain add a whole new dimension to the torment. I feel like I’m going to explode."
Good news. Everything was working just right. I had begun to wonder if the sweater was doing the job, she hadn’t given any indication that it was in the restaurant and I had watched her damn close. She had pretty good control but it was beginning to fail. Time to find out just how good it really was.
It was well past 10 PM by now and dark as a black cat so driving beside the trucks would no longer work unless I turned on the interior lights which was a little too obvious. I drove half way around the city then cut back toward the center of town. Hmm, almost Eleven, a good time for coffee.
We were in the bohemian section of town on a Saturday night, wall to wall people and very little parking. Two blocks further down the street I was a nice guy and let a car pull away from the curb. I nosed the van into the open space before anyone else could get to it. So we would have to walk a couple blocks, no big deal. At least not for me.
She had been quiet for some time but was wide awake instantly when I opened her door. "Time for a little stroll My Dear."
"That’s not fair. I just got my nerves somewhat back to normal and cooled down enough to be able to think. Now you are going to do it to me again!"
Who ever said life was fair? I wasn’t going to do it again; it was going to do much more than that.
Half way there she couldn’t hold out any longer. She came with a resounding sigh that almost became a scream. I held her arm tightly to keep her from falling. We stood as if talking as she regained control. Another penalty has been assessed.
"I can’t make it to the coffee shop," she said.
"Sure you can, just tell me when it is close and we will stop and chat for a few minutes." It took twenty minutes to walk one short block, five stops on the way but she managed to avoid any more penalties.
We arrived at a sidewalk café just as she requested another rest period, luckily the place was crowded and we had to wait for a table. This was different than the restaurant; these chairs were open backed the first foot up from the seat. Even seated there was a real possibility of exposure. She was so high on sensations she didn’t notice the difference but the four guys at the next table sure did.
I ordered coffee for both of us, leaned back in the chair and ask," How you doing?"
"I’ll never make it back to the van." Her face was flushed to a pretty pink and her breath was coming in short gasps. As she started to raise the coffee cup to her lips she quickly set it back down with shaking hands. Just the slight movement of the sweater on her nipples set her off, again. More penalties. I was beginning to wonder if she would be able to absorb all that I had planned.
Each sip of the coffee brought a heavy sigh from her lips. Eventually the cups were empty. I paid the tab and tipped the waitress who had been watching us closely. I would have gladly doubled the tip to know what she was thinking. She knew something was going on but wasn’t sure just what it was. I left her to guess about it as I pulled Sandy’s chair back for her.
The four guys were still there even though their cups had been empty for a long time. The usual display of ass cheek took place as she stood up. I could tell the moment the chain moved as she sighed and squeezed my arm. We slowly made our way to the sidewalk. The four guys left also but went the other direction but kept looking back at us.
After two more penalties we were at the van. Time to go the house; it had been a very enjoyable evening.
She went directly to the bedroom as I stopped in the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. This was going to be a long, long night.
She was standing beside the bed naked as I entered. The sweater, skirt and shoes were gone but all the ‘equipment’ was still in place. She was holding the chain away from her clit to get some relief.
I grinned my most evil grin, "Did you have a good time?"
"I have never been so aroused in my life. And embarrassed. It was torture to try to act normal with all those people around. There must have been a dozen men that saw my bare butt."
"Yep, and a few that saw the strap and plug too. You did very well although you earned several penalties."
"Oh God, you aren’t going to punish me for those orgasms are you?"
I just grinned as I removed the Velcro from the base of her breast. She cupped each of them with a hand as they returned to their normal shape.
"Thank you, that is much better. Now I can take a deep breath without worrying if that stuff was going to hold. I would have been terrible should one side come loose in the restaurant."
I removed the crotch strap next. Her sigh of relief was heart felt. That left the plug. I intended to leave the little ‘O’ rings on her nipples.
"Let’s move into the bathroom and see about that invader."
"Gladly"
I slowly pulled on the plug, she moaned when the wide part reached the opening. I stopped pulling and told her to push it out. She grunted and wiggled that cute butt and finally it slide free. She really was clean inside.
"What about my nipples?"
"What about them?" I sure can be dumb when I want to be.
"Aren’t you going to take the rings off?"
"Are they hurting you?"
"Well, no but I thought you forgot them."
" I didn’t forget. I like them right where they are."
We jumped in the shower and washed each other, some areas received considerably more attention than others. Back to the bedroom.
Everything was going as planned. She was still aroused to the point that any serious touching was going to generate another orgasm. It was time to do a little trimming.
I retrieved a safety razor, scissors and the KY lube. That stuff makes pretty good shaving cream, razor burn is drastically reduced. I told her to hold still as I trimmed most of the hair as short as possible except for a heart shaped area on her mount. I lubed the area and made the first stroke with the razor. She wiggled. I slapped her pubes gently and she settled down to just saying ouch. No pain, no gain but actually there was a new blade in the razor. There couldn’t have been any pain, just a new sensation.
With the rest of her hair removed the little heart shaped area was glaringly noticeable. She inspected my work with a hand mirror. She raised her legs to continue the inspection, "You missed a couple by my rear hole," was all she had to say about it.
I could fix that. I just pulled them out. Only two hairs removed but her reaction was off the scale. Kicking and screaming with both hands on her crotch. Come on now, two little hairs are not that big of a deal. It was the surprise factor that set her off. I couldn’t help it, my evil grin spread across my face as I laughed at her.
She was still too sensitive for my planned activities so I got two cups of coffee and we relaxed on the bed. We talked about a variety of interesting subjects as I continued to gain more and more knowledge of her thoughts and reactions. We didn’t discuss anything of a sexual nature though. I wanted to lower her state of arousal for the activities to come.
Finally I felt it was time to continue. I suggested a trip to the bathroom, "why now, I don’t have to go?"
"It is going to be a while before you have another opportunity, better go now."
"You’re kidding. I thought you were done torturing me."
"Nope, not yet. The best is yet to come."
She shrugged her shoulders and walked to the bathroom. I followed close behind. As she sat down on the water cooled chair I moved closer which put my equipment right in front of her. She took the hint and leaned over enough to kiss the head. Good start. As that poor neglect little thing came to attention she took it in her mouth and massage the head with her tongue. It didn’t take long before I came. She looked up at me and smiled as she swallowed every drop. Good girl.
Now that my immediate problem was handled it was back to the bed. After putting her wrist and ankle cuff on it was time for a little Boy Scout work. Yeah, that means tying knots.
I had her lay on her back and fastened her to the four corner posts of the bed leaving a fair amount of slack in the ropes. I wanted to watch her twist, wiggle and struggle. I guess I may be a sadist after all.
I lightly stroked a fingertip on her nipples and the show began. She bucked as far as the slack in the ropes would permit. Of course I had to pinch them just to see the response. I wasn’t disappointed. I kissed each of them to show my appreciation but that only cause more gyrations. Those little ‘O’ rings plus the sweater had really done a number on them.
I moved my attention to her freshly shaved lips. Gentle stroking was rewarded with low moans and sighs. Her clit was still engorged from the crotch strap and that teasing little chain. When I gently touched it she responded with an "Aaaaaaahhhh" that lasted for 30 seconds or more. Better leave that little thing alone for a while if I didn’t want her to orgasm again. She was a strong girl but there had to be a limit somewhere.
I picked up a light flogger only about a foot long and slowly let the tips sweep around each breast a couple time being careful to avoid the nipples. Not much reaction, the sensitivity was all in the nipples.
I Let the tips slowly slide over her pussy also with very little reaction. On the second pass I let one strand touch her clit. I thought she was going to explode. Damn, still much to sensitive. Have to fix that.
I put a blindfold on her and slipped out of the room. I returned with a bowl full of ice. She needed to be cooled down; these little things should do the trick.
I closed my hand around one of the ice cubes and it began to melt. I dribbled the ice cold water on her helpless and exposed body starting between her breast and slowly working my way down, down, down. I took a rest break in my travels over her belly button letting it fill with the cold liquid. I receive the same reaction as usual, squeals and giggles. At least she didn’t scream.
Onward and downward. Didn’t I say that before? Oh well. Half a dozen drops on each lip and then the final few drops directly on her clit. Now that was a scream! Long and loud! I could just see myself explaining, "Gee Officer I guess I had the TV a little load. What show was I watching? An old Hitchcock flick with that famous shower scene. Yes sir, I’ll turn it down." I don’t need that.
I tied a scarf over her mouth and tried again. Same result but the scream was muffled enough to get by for now. I dribbled a few drops on each breast before I held the ice cube on her left nipple. Let me tell you she can buck. She bucked and kicked but didn’t scream. I guess that was progress. Using both hands I held ice cubes to both nips. She soon settled down to just moaning.
I checked her clit. It had shrunk to just a little nubbin from the cold water. Okay, now I could continue.
I picked up the flogger and let the tips play across her nipples. She moaned but other wise was still. A soft stroke to the top of the left breast produced a grunt. Another a little harder, same result. I was off and running now. Three more and I switched to the other breast. Each stroke just a little harder than the previous one.
Five strokes to each breast, back and forth. I did the tops first, then the bottoms then both sides. She was moaning with each stroke as she pulled on the ropes. Her breathing was deep but regular. I felt she was approaching sub space.
Time for the front of those lovely globes to be entertained. Should it be front or top? Anyway the nipples were next on the agenda. The first stroke produced a gasp that turned into a low scream by the time the fifth stroke had landed. A very short pause as I switched sides and the scream became constant through the five strokes.
I put the flogger down, went to the kitchen for a glass of ice water with a straw. I removed the gag and offered her the water. After she had finished I ask, "How are you doing?"
She looked at me as if she was half asleep, "I was almost there. Just a little more would have pushed me over the edge."
That was good news. It meant that I hadn’t pushed her too far and I also had a much better feel for her limits now. The steady low scream seemed to be the key. I slowly massaged her breasts with lotion and then rubbed them with ice to prevent bruising.
The ice seemed to break the spell for her and she was looking more alert. I untied her and asked her to turn over. As she rolled over and got in the position I slid a larger towel under her. I retied her in the same spread eagle as before.
I used the flogger on her back starting on her shoulders. Again in sets of five from each side, each set a little lower than the previous set. Six sets on each side and I was at the top of her ass cheeks. Yes, I know, watch the kidneys. The strokes were not that strong, I was producing sensations with anticipation and multiple light to medium strokes not brute force.
She seemed to be enjoying it. A few grunts and an occasion moan indicated to me that she was not in distress.
I moved past her ass to the back of the thighs. I used the same pattern from ass cheeks to the back of her knees with the same results.
I stepped back to observe my handy work. She was a bright pink from her neck to her knees except for an obviously unattended white ass. Time to fix that.
As her ass was built for spanking I used the rubber strap to get her attention. It did. She was bucking again. Good. Two sets of five on each cheek covered the area nicely. I run my hand over her now pink ass to check the heat, Yep; there was heat but not as much as last night. No lotion breaks to night. Two more sets of five, just a little harder. As the last two strokes were applied that low scream began.
Now it was time for a break. Lots of lotion and a full rub down from her neck to her knees. She was purring as I finished. A little ice to control the bruising and another glass of water.
I untied her and watched as she stretched and moved her limbs. She sat up and looked at herself in the mirror on the dresser. She turned this way and that way inspecting her skin for damage.
"From the way it felt I was sure I was bleeding all over everything but I can’t even see a drop." What a compliment. Maybe I do know what I’m doing after all.
I kissed her long and hard. She was having the time of her life. Of course I hated every minute of it. If you believe that I have some ocean front property in Ariz... Never mind.
I asked her to stand up and lean over the bed. Time to initiate that little brown spot. I applied a ton of lube and slowly massage the muscle around the opening to relax her. I inserted a finger, moving it in and out slowly. After a couple minutes I added another finger. There was very little resistance; the plug had done its job.
I move the head of my cock up and down rubbing the target area. I slowly began to enter her. There was some resistance and I asked her to relax as much as possible. Slowly, inch by inch I slid further into her. I withdrew part way and again entered slowly until I was in as far as nature would permit.
I began making long slow strokes as she began to push back against me. She wanted more action but I continued at the same pace for almost ten minute before she began to moan and I knew she was close to cumming. I increased the pace as I reached under her to her nipples. I reached orgasm the same time as her. As she gasped and shuddered in her orgasm I pulled the ‘O’ rings off of her nipples.
I caught her as she passed out and rolled her onto the bed. Her breathing was okay; her pulse was a little fast, which was to be expected. I soaked a washcloth in the bowl of water; the ice had all melted, and put it on her forehead. I got washed up; she had squirted all over my legs, got a cup of coffee and waited for her to wake up. I still had more plans for this night.
A half hour and three cups of coffee later she opened her eyes.
"Hi," I’m great with off the cuff remarks.
"What happened?"
"It would seem the activities were a little much for you."
"Oh, - - - yes I remember now. That was fantastic. I have never experienced anything even close to it."
I brought her a cup of coffee to assist her recovery. "I’m glad you enjoyed it. Can you tell me about it?"
"Not really, it’s all fuzzy but I can remember the feelings. I’m still throbbing."
I noticed her hand shaking as she lifted the coffee cup; she decided to use both hands to hold it. Her eyes still were not focusing properly and her eyelids were only partially open.
As she finished the coffee I instructed her to lie down on her back. I applied a liberal amount of lotion to her breasts and began a slow massage. The first touch produced an oh oh oh response that faded into an ahhh. They were sensitive but not damaged. Each breast in turn received loving attention.
Onwards and d- - - Nope, I’m not going to say that again. Her smooth mound and lips were next; I even included her inner thighs to make up for the lack of attention to her front before I turned her over. It wasn’t an oversight; I wanted the extra sensations as she wiggled and squirmed.
As I finished with the lotion I told her I wasn’t going to tie her this time, she was expected to hold position on her own. "I don’t know if I can, its too intense."
"Do the best you can. If you move too much I may have to start all over again," I replied as I adding my evil grin and retrieved the flogger. No reason to change instruments, the flogger was doing all that I expected.
I spread her legs wide and put her hands behind her head. I began just below her breast in unmarked territory. A set of five strokes to her chest, then five to her inner thigh. What the hell, I was getting tired from all the walking around the bed. Over to the other side, back and forth until all areas were marked.
She did a good job of holding position except when her thighs were being flogged, a lot of kicking and moaning but always returned to the proper position after a few seconds. She actually did much better than I though she would.
I cautioned her to be very still and brought the flogger down on her pussy. Her legs snapped shut so fast I heard her thighs slap each other. Again she returned to the position as she moaned loudly. Again I struck, two strokes very fast. The low scream began as I continually spanked her pussy.
Suddenly the screaming stopped. Five more strokes and the only sound was the splat of the flogger. Her eyes were open and she was watching me but she wasn’t seeing me. She lay perfectly still. Finally sub space.
I dropped the flogger and climbed up on the bed and between her legs. I began to lick her clit, slowly building both speed and pressure. Her hips began to rise to meet my tongue; they rose higher and higher as I continued. Finally the dam broke and she came. I continued without giving her a chance at recovery. That orgasm continued for ten minute and would have lasted longer but I was worn out.
I finally had to stop; my tongue just would not wiggle anymore. I entered her and began long, slow strokes that produced another orgasm as I came also. I collapsed on top of her for a few minutes to recover enough strength to move. I flipped the light switch, lay down beside her, kissed the closest nipple and thought about the day’s activities. Four orgasms in a little over twelve hours, not too bad. Twelve hours of any activity wasn’t bad as far as that was concerned. I fell asleep as if I had died.