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לפני 18 שנים. 16 באפריל 2006 בשעה 6:48



Better say yes

It was four in the afternoon, as I pulled in to our house parking, what a surprise; I see your car in the driveway. the surprise becomes more of a shock when opening the door I see you standing in front of me, before I even had the chance to ask what your doing home this early, something about you makes me stand up and straighten out as you give me that look I learned to recognize and love.

You hand me an envelope, reach out to my shoulders, grab and pull me closer, holding me to you, you kiss me long and hard, till my breath stops, till I am weak in my knees from anticipation, then you stop.

“Open this envelope at five o’clock sharp. Mean while you are to do your special sports routine” you smile at me then reach behind me pull your coat from the rack, turn and walk away through the still open door behind me closing it behind you leaving me bewildered.

I take a look at the watch, bastard, there wouldn’t be time to even take a shower before I open the envelope. I throw my purse in the closet, my coat goes in a hip on top of it. I run to our bedroom taking my cloths off while running, cloths on the bed, bra and panties on top.

I can’t help and wonder what are you up to, this morning when I woke up, you where already gone as always, but on the bed I found the my cloths laid out on the bed, a conservative business suit with a slightly too short mini skirt you always ridicule me about. And, to top that the crotch less panties and the nipple holed bra, an obvious command and a promising start for the day. Wearing them through the day has made hotter then hell, as you know and probably count on.

I open our treasure chest remove the butt plug harness, get some lube, I chose the medium size plug you bought me last charismas; All of today makes me want to fill fuller then usual. I slip it through its belt hole, bend a little and slip the plug into to my by now well-accustomed ass, straighten out and lock the harness.

A sweatshirt and pants and it’s off to our work den, I mount the Stairmaster, to find a note on it, it reads “watch the DVD inside instead of the news this time”, I hit play on the DVD and mount the Stairmaster.

The DVD starts and a second into the DVD titles I am cursing you out laud, it a BDSM training movie and ten minutes into the exercise I am panting with much more then the usual exertion, not to mention my dripping sweaty body feeling moist in and out.

Going through the rest of the exercise and stretch routine my eyes stay riveted to the screen as the blond starlet is put in position after position of variations of what ahs become my now favorite pass time activities.

The DVD is still running strong as I notice the time is a minute to five and reluctantly close it off leaving my heroine tied to a stool filled to the brim in all three holes with different instruments of pleasure while two guys flog her at the same time.

I run to our room and tear the envelope in anticipation. A single page falls and in your horrendous hand writing it says “Don’t bother to get dressed, you will have several people for company tonight, you are to do as they say.”.

I finish reading the message for the second time looking for hidden agenda or explanation in it, trying hard to figure what the hell is this all about when the door bell chimes.

I open the door to a small oriental looking woman at her feet a very large bag, behind her a small mountain of a man holding on his broad shoulder a huge bag and a huge suitcase next to him. Next, I notice her piercing eyes, forced to tear my gaze away and down I finally notice the leather pants that hug the woman’s petite lovely and firm figure.

The woman takes her own swift look of me and just proceeds to walk forward forcing me out of the way, after her follows the man carrying all the bags in his huge arms.

I close the door behind them and turn to find her bent over to her bag, rummaging through it she comes out with a pair of professional police cuffs, she turns to me and before I know better my hands are tied in front of me.

With a node of her head, the young giant behind me reaches over grabs the cuffs in the center and lifts my hands above my head.

I stand before her minutiae yet commanding presence, staring at my sweaty body, she reverts her gaze from me for just a second and the giant holding my hands responds like being slapped with an order, his hand jerks then he starts turning me around, even with my back turned I feel her gaze on me.

“Nice” I hear her mutter, she grabs my chin with her hand the next time I face her. Staring me in the eye she says “lucky girl, off to the shower”, she mentions to the gentle giant and says “you know what to do, right?”.

With my hands still hanging above my head the man leads me to my shower, moving through the house unerringly is if he has spent many hours in our house.

He open the bathroom door for me with one hand, his other still stretching my hands, I step into the bathroom and he speaks for the first time, his voice a rich full bass resounding and powerful as the rest him. “Stop, stand there” he says pointing at the toilet.

He set the bag he is carrying on the ground, pulling a key from his front jeans pocket he open one of the cuffs, before I manage to rub my hands he pulls on the hams of my sweatshirt and in one fluid motion pulls it over my head.

He doesn’t even stop to look as he grabs my hands again and reattaches the cuff, then putting his hands under my arm pits, he easily lifts me as if I was five years old to stand on the toilet cover seat.

I shy away from his hands suddenly aware of the harness holding the butt plug under my shorts, but my shorts follow the sweatshirt shortly to my embarrassment.

He looks at my harness and a smile crosses his face, “beautiful work” he booms, then he open the snap latches and for the first time he looks at my face as he slowly but surly pulls the leather and the butt plug out.

The plug pops out and the young man puts it aside. He stands up a again and ask “do you need to go, you will not be allowed to latter”. He looks at me and adds “I would strongly suggest you go through an enema as well”.

Not knowing what to say I just nod as he turns as if he was in our bathroom before and again unerringly opens the right drawer to pull out my enema kit and lubricant. He turns to the bag behind him, pulls a prepared packet and pours its content into the enema bag, then, proceeds to fill it out with water.

Pulling from his bag again, he fishes out a mouth gag and when I nod in denial he places it back, he then pulls a butt plug and connects it to the enema kit to serve as the insert. The plug is nearly 2 inches wide; he offers me the gag again with a wave of his hand and smile. Again, I refuse with a nod.

He quickly assembles the kit, hang the bag over the shower curtain rail, and soon I find his hand gently but firmly tuning my around then guiding me to bend as my still lubricated ass receives his finger.

He probes gently for a second or two the satisfied I am still well lubed; he lubricates the plug and proceeds to gently but efficiently stick the plug / enema head in me.

He sends a long arm to the bag and release the stop, I whelp out loud as the water hits my ass, the butt plug head makes the feeling so, well comfortable, it sprays my inside and I get filled slowly.

A few minutes pass, he spends the time by setting something on the dresser behind me while I stand on the toilet sit and I get properly filled and rinsed from the inside, although I do not cramp, I guess he set the flow right and I grew accustomed to the procedure. As the bag gets closer and closer to being empty, the need to let go grows stronger and stronger.

Finally the bag is empty, the gentle giant lets me straiten up and turn to him, I need to go real bad, but instead of letting me off the toilet seat, he takes one look at me, then stares into my eyes for a couple of seconds, my left leg starts to lift and I fill so little from needing to go so bad. He just smiles and turns me back to the wall, he places my hands against the wall, high above my head, then push my head down toward my chin, “breath slow and shallow, I need you to hold it a little more” He says.

I hear him rummage through his bag again as the pressure in my guts grows and grows, then I feel him stand next to me again, he places his huge palm against my stretched belly, and gently massages it till some of the pressure is relived.

The massage feels good, his hands seem silky smooth and as I look at my belly, I see and finally register the smell and feel of baby powder. He lets my belly go and proceeds to use baby powder all over me, he massages my legs, armpits, he gently and carefully massages my mound spreading and massaging baby powder every where he touches me, before he goes back to my belly.

I barley mange to relax before my belly spasms in urgent plea for help, gasping and nearly crying from the sudden urge to go, I feel him lift me and set me on the floor, he raises the toilet sit, helps me find it the seat, I let go.

After the first few seconds, I lift my head to find myself alone in the room; he has left and let me have some privacy. As my bowels empty and the feel of great relief washes over my body, I cannot help but touch myself, feeling how unbelievably and undeniably aroused I am.

Before the sound of the flushing toilet water disappears, he is standing again in front of me. He has a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes, as again he grabs me below the armpit, this time he sit me on the makeup table , turning one of my feet across the table, leaving the other dangling.

He then turns to the dresser turn something until he hums a satisfied “ha”, when he turns back to me he is holding a flat wooden spatula nearly dripping with hot wax, which he proceeds to apply on my stretched leg. Perfectly set, not hot nor cold, I stare in disbelief as he systematically proceeds to wax me from toes up. I have no idea how much time passes, but when he is done the only hairs on my body or so I think are my head hair and eyebrows.

He let me catch my breath and turn to the shower and sets the water, after a couple of seconds of a adjustments he turns to me again, with gentle tug, he pulls me into the shower, under the water, behind the curtain I wonder where this day is leading.

I barley have time to relax under the water when the curtain open again, and the young man steps into the shower, he is naked and for the first time I manage a good look at him, a young Adonis, shaped like Michelangelo’s David, only where David, is shaped like a boy he is wearing a steel chastity device, that hold a very prominent male hood snug and tight.

He proceeds to wash my hair, then sponges my whole body, roughly only to rinse me fully so delicately, his hands washing the soup sods from my now depleted areas send shivers through my whole body. But his hands never stop and although I fancy I can see excitement in his eyes, he never stops for a second, his touch professional and clean.

He steps out of the shower leaving me in to soak a little more, when the curtain reopens he is toweled dry and holding in front of me a huge towel. He warps me and rubs me dry vigorously. My whole body tingles by now, as he proceeds to pull a bottle of oil scented in rose hip, lavender and a touch of vanilla he massages the oil on my sensitive skin.

His touch on my nipples and private parts makes my knees buckle, my whole body feels so hypersensitive. He turns me and gently bend me so my hands are on the sink counter, he pull me legs apart and I am so entranced by his touch his next move catches me completely unaware.

He places two small fast kisses on each buttock then starts licking my ass, slowly moving in closer to my asshole, then he proceeds to give my asshole a rimming for deliriously undefined time. I am growing closer and closer to an earth shaking orgasm just from his rimming when he pulls away from my ass in an abrupt move.

I lift my head and see his mistress looking in obvious displeasure at him. He almost weathers in front of my eyes, as he hastily reaches toward my butt plug and harness. Still he takes the time to lube and gently reinsert the plug that seems to slip in with no resistance then reattach the harness.

He stands up and I can see that cost him as his semi excited state must be causing him pain due to that gleaming device that holds his manhood.


Still he straitens out and leads me by the arm as if we were royalty entering a ballroom, his stand suddenly erect and proud; he leads me to my own transformed living room.

All the curtains are shut and the room is nearly dark only a few candles lighting the it, the furniture has been moved to the sides, almost every chair in the house have been placed at the sides going all around.

In the center of the room, under the center beam, a massage table has been set. However, it is like no other massage table I have seen, warped in black leather, numerous eye bolts protruding from its sides, between the bolts several wide leather belts are hanging from the sides. It would not shame any dungeon we have ever been too.

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