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Dark Eden Copyright 2005 by Rene.
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TIM
I was bound quite nicely and left in the guest bedroom. Gagged, blindfolded, and fitted with phalluses in both clean squeaky orifices. Adam had taken particular care with my hair, and put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles as though he was eager to watch what Tim was going to do to me. The day had been a study in complaisant acceptance. The morning breakfast ritual had been torment in itself. The fast hard whipping with my favorite multi-tailed cat, delicious. Jon's face as he watched me sitting at his feet was a study in enigmatic contemplation. His hands hard and firm on my body, as he made me kneel and present. Straddle and hold. A plethora of revealing positions that I was expected to execute perfectly by the time I completed the initial training.
"It's too bad that Adam is not yet a full-time Master." He spoke softly.
I looked puzzled for a moment.
"Have I displeased you, Master?" I asked.
I was concerned. Worried that I had somehow disappointed him, and he wanted to be rid of me. My eyes earnest.
"No, but some tasks can be better taught with some deeper attachment for the people involved."
I was momentarily confused.
"Since the two of you care for each other. The Training could be deepened."
I looked up, and narrowed my eyes, slightly.
"Wouldn't that be using my emotions to secure the boundaries of his choice? Such an emotional attachment could prove to be an obstacle, and not an asset."
He leaned back and looked me over slowly.
"Okay, not the ritual answers, right now. Just you. Why don't you want me to give you to Adam?"
I laughed, standing up in his study. Pacing slowly before him. I surprised him.
"I'm already his, whenever you tell him to take me. I enjoy myself in your service. I have had a better time in the last month, than I have had in the last six years. I can't guarantee that anything Adam and I share is deeper than lust really. Can you?"
He shook his head.
"No, but you know that you are lying, and that I can see it in your eyes. Why do you bother? Is it fear, finally that I see in you?"
I shivered. Suddenly cold in the room's warmth. He saw way too much, but it was only what I let out wasn't it? Visible?
"I... fear, Jon. Yes, and I won't know what to do with it until I face it. I need time to find out what I really want, don't I deserve that?"
He nodded in agreement with me that he understood.
"You wandered in here a month ago, Anne. You let us do to you, what the rest of the world considers the height of indecent behavior. Yet never once did you do anything less than your graceful best for us. You faced your worst fears without hesitation. You took more on your first weekend than anybody I have ever had here."
His words were having a softening effect on me.
"You found love in the cracks of this place, and that is very rare. You don't look down on Adam for the way he is. You treat him as though he had something valuable to give to you. Something good to show you."
He traced the edge of my jaw with a delicate touch.
"I may have other things to teach you, but the hardest lessons have already been learned by you."
I could almost see what he was saying. It had a profound effect on me. I had always felt the way that I did now, but suddenly I was somewhere it was appreciated.
"You have some other things to become proficient in. You need some basic manners, and to curb that profound curiosity of yours."
I flushed, embarrassed.
"You need to learn honesty."
I stiffened.
"Not with me, but with yourself. Let whatever has wounded you in the past go."
He touched my lips, velvet moisture wetting them.
"That is going to be the hardest thing that you have to do. You know that, right?"
I nodded, and sighed.
"But until you do and until you can. I am perfectly willing to continue your service. You and Adam can have your normal little forays on Wednesdays, or during the week."
He smiled down at me.
"You will come to love the duality, much as I do."
I grinned, looking down.
"I would love to get inside that head of yours, Anne, but I think that it's going to take a lot of time, and no small amount of luck."
I said, nothing.
He rang the bell for Adam to get me ready for Tim, and I let myself enjoy it. Stealing forbidden caresses that earned me five blows from the heavy leather strap Adam preferred. Who was it that said, Love hurts? I wonder if they enjoyed S/M as much as I did?
The stuff was really tight on me, and I tried to ease the growing strain by shifting in the bare millimeter the bonds allowed me. It was not possible to get comfortable, and I found myself hoping that he would hurry. Nice outfit on me though, what I had seen of it anyways. I had on a wide leather belt with rings and snaps. My wrists snapped together behind me, and spike-heeled boots encasing my legs to the thigh. Laced up, and buffed to a velvet-like sheen. My head held high by a collar with soft lining on the underside.
I heard the door open. Heavy footsteps coming to stand before me. The blindfold being undone gently, quickly. I looked at my temporary master from lowered eyes, and saw that he was rigged out in full S/M punk drag. He looked very young to me with his leather painted and covered with bright chrome studs. His cock peeking through a hole in his jeans, and his buttocks as well. His hair shellacked into tall spikes. His body pierced through his nose, eyebrows, both nipples and his tongue. He didn't speak, just pushed me back unto the bed with a hard shove. Giving one hard yank on my hips to get them to the edge of the bed. Looking down at me in amusement.
"Are you sorry you were rude to me?"
I nodded, emphatically. Eyes wide.
"Nope, I don't believe you."
Tim leaned down and slipped the phallus from my sex, and drove his face into the apex of my thighs without ceremony. I gasped against the gag with the unexpected violent shock of it. No words, just his tongue with its magic silver stud, working against my clitoris with expert skill. I tried to close my legs, to escape from the rapid assault on my sex, and he grabbed a hold of my thighs in a grip like iron, holding me still. I could feel tension, roaring through me at his raw talented expertise. Licking my quickly dampening flesh with deft little flicks of his tongue. Strong nips of his white teeth. My legs spasming with it. Arching, aching. Trying to pull my wrists from underneath me to stop him, and unable too. Reaching climax. An orgasm that I had no will to fight, no time either. One second I was struggling, and the next soaring with pleasure from somewhere over my body. Bucking under his fast tongue, gasping for air.
He wiped his face dry on the inside of my thigh, and looked down at me, contemplating me as my pulse raced to reach normal. He took my jaw in his left hand, and put his right into my cleft. Slow strokes with his curled index finger. Up, then down. Up, then down. Maddening. His eyes boring into mine as he never stopped his slow deliberate actions on my wet nether mouth. I felt myself flushing, and he deftly flipped me over unto my face. My toes barely touching the floor. His hand catching my wrists, and lifting them until I moaned from pain. Head buried into the coverlet to ease the ache growing in my shoulders.
"Nice body, slave. Good firm ass, too. I like it that way."
Tim touched the marks on my buttocks.
"Nice marks. Jon sure knows how to train here. He said that I could do what I wanted too with you, and I wanted to bring six friends for a good old-fashioned gang rape, but he said I could only bring four."
He leaned over my left side, and caught a look at my pale face. "Yep, just what I thought. You got a brain in there somewhere, don't you honey?"
He couldn't expect a reply, so I didn't make the effort. Fast hard smack from his hand on my sore ass.
"Answer me!"
I tried, but the only noise that was escaping the gag was a low groan. He laughed.
"Now I'm going to let my friends come in, and I want those pretty thighs spread or I will spread them for you, do you understand?"
I nodded, emphatically.
He opened the door and his friends came in. Looked pretty ordinary to me, hardly worth a second glance on the street. Very vanilla. Yuppies on a slumming weekend. They looked like a Coors commercial. One tall and dark-haired. One shorter, but blonder. Very generic, actually. The only one who looked nervous had to be the youngest of the group. Tim wandered back to me as they stood in the door, and whispered. "Virgin." His voice was low and pleased. Tim motioned them over. The boy was looking at me in the grip of some terror. His hair still the sweet blonde of the very young. Jesus, was he even old enough to be here? Jon would have checked him out, but Lord, what a baby. He was blushing scarlet, as he felt my eyes on him.
"I want a blow job, Tim." Said the taller one. His hair perfectly cut in the Bloomfield mode.
"Christ, I bring you to exotic sex heaven and you guys want Vanilla?"
Some look passed between them, all but the boy. Something else was going on here, but I wasn't sure what.
"Come on, Jay. She's waiting for you. Can't move unless you tell her too. Can't speak with the gag, to say no. Sure shot, son. Put the condom on and go for it."
"Tim, I can't."
He sounded scared. Tim unclipped my wrists and I left them where they were. He rolled me over unto my back, and I looked straight up at the ceiling.
"Sure you can. She wants you too. She's ready for it, likes it."
He parted my pubic lips and showed the slick moisture to the boy. Hungry eyes on my sex.
"Put the condom on man, and go for it. I'll fuck you, if you want me too, to get you off." The boy gasped.
"Okay, but just her, man. None of that other. I'm not into that."
His voice quavered with fear and desire.
"You got it, bud, but only until my tolerance runs out. You got obligations to fulfill for this."
His voice was deep and sure. Honey smooth. I felt the bed give under the boy's weight, and the sharp crisp tearing of cellophane. Heard his breath moving in his teeth as he moved over me.
"Just relax, man. A guaranteed score. We all joined the club this way."
Organ at the gate of my sex, prodding hesitantly, and then sliding in forever. God, above, this kid was hung like a pony. Thickly rubbing against the G-spot deep inside me.
"What's that ridge up there?" The boy asked suddenly, not slowing, just curious.
The men chuckled, telling him every crude fact about the G-man before they were finished. I moved my hips into the boy's thrusts, and heard Tim order the others to hold me still on the bed.
"Take the gag off and have her suck you off. It's cool."
He was pretty cavalier with Jon's property, was my thought. Hands opened the gag, and a cock was placed against my lips. I took it, gently. Letting my lips close around it. Another well-hung individual. Almost too well hung to breath, actually. The other one playing with my nipples, just a little roughly. Pinching them and weighing the flesh. Exploring the new toy in front of him. I turned into the cock, letting the hand on my head guide my face as the boy fucked me. Almost too big, and coarse, was he. Going very deep, considering his size. Time enough to learn the nuances of penetration on normally formed women later, now all I had to do was relax into the almost painful thrusts of his body into mine. Every orifice opened for their use.
He didn't last very long before he was bucking against me with ecstasy. Eyes closed, face pink. Making little moans above me. His full weight settling against me as he was rapidly falling from the crest of his orgasm. Organ twitching slowly, but never going soft. Little kisses against my ear, dear child. The other cock left my mouth in mid-stroke.
"Hey, what is this?" He asked, surprised.
Rapid movement around me. It was all very quick, but the boy was secured on top of me.
"This is initiation..." Tim said, as he struggled to hold one of the boy's strong young limbs still for restraints.
The boy started to protest, but was quickly gagged. I felt profound surprise. Did Jon know what was going on in here? The boy was struggling on top of me. Trying to pull free. My eyes were wide.
"Put your arms over your head, Anne, so they can be secured please."
I did it, immediately, not willing to press my luck with this crowd. Quick-clipped to the headboard. Trying to remind my self that I was perfectly safe. The other one chuckled.
"Nice operation, Tim. This boy needed to be brought down a bit." They laughed.
"Can I warm him up first?" Tim said okay.
They brought out a thick paddle. The boy shook his head as though in fear.
"Relax, and enjoy the ride. Just a bit of pain before the fucking starts. Little slave sandwich here."
They all laughed, as though pleased with themselves. They started paddling him with hard even blows from the wooden implement. His organ, rock-solid inside me and getting firmer. His body wasn't unhappy, no matter what his head was telling him. The vigorous beating coming inescapably fast as the two watching made running commentary on the state of the virgin orbs before them. The three of them trading off to torment the unmarked buttocks of the boy. The youth started to fight in earnest. Sobbing over me. I could only take so much, so I leaned into his ear and started to whisper to him, voice low. "Stop it. They are enjoying your struggles. Let them do what they want, and get it over with."
Common sense.
"Nice sentiment, bitch." Came Tim's voice from over me.
I swallowed heavily, but let him turn his attention to me for a moment.
"You have no idea what's going on, anymore than he does."
He sounded angry, and he took a fistful of my hair. He was smiling in happiness. Evil glee. I knew that I could take more than this boy, so I thought what the hell.
"Sorry, you were rude to me?"
"Not at all." My voice was firm, and easily heard in the small room.
"Do what you are going to do to him, and let him show you that he can take it. He agreed to it, did he not? So as long as you don't really hurt him, he can't object. No safe-word, as long as it doesn't do real damage."
The bastard smiled. The tall one getting ready to fuck the boy as he was inside me. I wasn't angry with them, just tired of the boy sobbing with abject misery on my chest. Bright red with humiliation. His eyes shining into mine, wide with profound disbelief.
Tim moved very close to my face. Smiling slowly. Searching my eyes as they met his. Not quite sure whether he should believe the slave before him had actually challenged his authority.
"Believe it." I snarled, and knew that I had puzzled him with my quick about-face.
"Open challenge, how interesting."
I felt the pressure from above and the boy groaned. Tim moved away, and the boy fell onto me. Impaled by the man behind him, who made some small sound of pure pleasure.
"God, he's so tight."
His jaw got hard as he pushed into the unopened portal before him. I closed my eyes, and laid my cheek against the tortured blonde head next to mine. Murmuring into his hair, as the man fucked him cruelly.
"It'll feel so good, when he's in all the way."
I clenched the strong muscles in my cleft around his organ. Milking him.
"Fuck me, and forget him."
The boy's hips pressed against me for the long seconds that came between the first thrust and the surcease of pain. Warm tears falling against my neck. I felt my own eyes filling in mute sympathy with his struggle, and then I felt him surrender into it. He submitted completely. Most of his body, gone soft and pliant except for the part still buried in my sex. That got harder.
His organ expanding to enormous proportions. He rocked it into me. I almost thought that it was going to exit my ears on the down stroke. I gasped with the pleasure. Acute, sharp, and lusciously filling. My womb being pushed with tempestuous violence by his rigid flesh. I could feel orgasm coming to me, and fought it off deftly thinking of other things. Sun, moon, stars, Adam, nope, that wasn't going to work. I battled quietly, not want to make my own punishment worse for myself, by coming without being told to. The men using me, both came simultaneously. The weight of two men collapsing on me heavily, almost driving the breath from my lungs. Tim taking the gag from the boy, so he could drag air into his starving tissues. Gasping with reaction. He fell off me, as they released his arms and legs, spent. Lying limply on the side of the bed. Hurting but satisfied. Battered by the lustful response of his body to the feel of male flesh inside him. His eyes closed with tears drying on his cheeks slowly.
I too was released and then made to straddle Tim on the bed. The smaller man taking the phallus from my anus and moving to enter me from behind. He put the head of his cock against the tight ring and started to push. He was big, and I panted with exertion. Trying to open so he could get into me without too much pain. I didn't think that I would be able to and felt myself start to tense up. I spoke, with alarm starting to creep into my voice.
"Slow.... please..."
Panic lighting my eyes as I tried to relax enough to let him into me. Tim caught my face with his hands, lips against my cheek. Soft words a whisper against my skin, so low they were inaudible. A murmur of comforting syllables. The man behind me slid home, and his hands pulled me back, and up. Kneading my shoulders. Their cocks almost touching through the thin membrane that separated my openings. My throat still making small croaking groans from the effort of opening my anus for his tumescence. Tim ran one hand down my chest, face watching mine.
"Figured it out yet?" Tim quipped.
Making me look into his eyes as the enormous organ filled my anus, fuller than it had ever been before. I tightened with pleasure and Tim lifted me enough to get his cock further into me. I smiled in delight, as it hit me.
"Big Cock Club. I find another like me and we throw a little party for them so they feel like they are special. Little pain, bit of humiliation."
He cupped my breasts with his hands, kneading them.
"You challenged me for him, not cool, but almost understandable. We get to fuck you silly, and punish you if we like."
My face blossomed with the intensity of his words.
"I think we will like that."
His low voice, full of direly afflicting promise, driving me wild above him. I wasn't going to be able to stop it from overflowing my body, the orgasm. I would surge over.
"Beg me to let you come, because if you don't, and you do. I'll tell Jon, and you won't, for a month."
He had the upper hand back, and he knew it. I let tears roll over my lashes. He chuckled, pressing my nipples in time to the thrusts. First one, then the other.
"No mercy here, slave."
No, of course not.
"Please, Master..."
My voice trailed off, this was so difficult. Had to fuck and think at the same time.
"I can't..., but I won't... please..."
Yearning for it, and trying to speak. Trying desperately to figure out what he wanted from me. I tried the last thing I could think of to make him happy.
"I am so sorry, master."
Real regret tinting the color of my words.
"I will never make the same mistake that I made on Wednesday, and I will never challenge you if I can help it again."
My words were interspersed with the heat that was moving me. The dark-haired tall one kneeling next to me, ready to play again. Coming to support my shoulders with strong hands. I leaned into him, gratefully.
"You will still be punished, but I'm sure you know that."
I nodded, throbbing with urgent carnality. My eyes closing as Tim pulled me closer to his chest. The man behind me, grinding vigorously into my ass. His hands holding my hips up to his crotch. His motion reaching crescendo.
"Alright then, Anne. This once, I will forgive you, but beware you do not anger me again foolishly."
"Never, Master. God, Thank you, Master."
It was going to be a relief to let go. Flow over with a surfeit of ecstatic spasms. There were hands everywhere. My neck, my back, my hips. All of them, were touching me when I orgasmed. Nearly ritual for all of them to share in my gratification. When it came, I went weak with it. Body convulsing as I felt the one behind push deep, and Tim pulsating in my damp sex. His spiked hair buried between my breasts. Poking the silky flesh sharply. The dark man, masturbating with his free hand. His juices bubbling over his fingers, caught, then he rubbed them on my face. I licked his fingers, losing myself in the moment. Feeling flesh surrounding me, and in me, and around me Smelling the tangy odor of sex perfuming the air near me like incense.
I looked up and saw Adam standing in the corner, smiling at me in my stickiness. When had he come into the room? I didn't know, but I was glad he was here with me now. My heart swelling when I looked at him.
Tim drew me down to his lips, licking the semen from my cheeks with cat-like enjoyment. He savored it, kissing me with the taste of man still on is tongue. Luscious.
The others, resting on the edges of the bed, as he tasted my mouth. Grabbing my ass, as his organ slipped out of my wet sex, spent for the moment. God, his tongue was sweet.
I came back to myself, as Adam joined us in the bed without his clothes. Going gracefully to his knees, and waiting for one of the young Master's to fuck him from behind. We were side-by-side on the dark green coverlet. I leaned over Tim, and whispered in his ear.
"If I show up at the store, and call you a son-of-a-bitch, what will happen next time?"
He laughed, low in his throat. Hugging me against his musky, damp skin in unadorned happiness. It was at that one moment that I realized I had a place here that only I could fill. I was somehow intrinsic to these people, as willing player's in this arena often are. I was part of the erotic spice of Jon and Traci's place. I was lucky to be here and not have to hide myself all the time. Partial freedom is better than none at all.
VACATION
You know the moment that I thought that my life had gotten just about as weird as it could get. I was wrong. I had been with Jon and Traci for this one whole, wonderful month when I realized that I had not only fallen for Adam, but I was hopelessly gone for Adam as a top. I practically lived for his attention. Traci said that this was normal, and she felt the same way about Jon as a top, but how was I to know this was right? I didn't have any experience with that side of things. I had no clue. Like I had been involved with real life on any level recently, right? Besides that I was pretty sure Adam, leaned towards the gay side of life. Not a lot of hope for a woman there. He lived with a man, for God's sake. I wished I could talk about it with someone, anyone. Adam was who I usually talked to but I didn't think he should be the one to talk to. I felt really alone.
The worst part was that I didn't really have anyone objective to talk too, just the regulars at the house. The Headmaster, Terry, said that I was having problems surrendering to everything. I still wanted too much control. Of course, he said this to me while I was tied on a triple-tree with not one, not two, but three phalluses inserted into various openings, waiting for a lovely beating from the whip I had chosen oh, so, long ago it seemed. Yeah, I had problems surrendering alright. What planet is this guy from? I had spent most of this past weekend on my knees. Waiting for the orgasm that never came, when Jon took me into his study.
ANNE: CONVERSATIONS
"Anne, we have to talk."
I hated it when he said it that way, seriously. A ponderous note in his voice. What had I done now? Sitting my naked body on the cream leather chair before his desk. I waited, patiently, knowing that he would say what he had too say in his own good time. He looked me in the eye, not a good sign.
"Anne, Adam has asked for you on a permanent basis. He wants to make all decisions regarding your training."
I was instantly wet, and hot. Get the spatula, boys, I need to stand up. I am going to need something to break the suction with. I waited, because he was not finished with me yet.
"Adam has been with us for close to two years now, and we have become very attached to him. He's a good trainer, a good man."
I didn't argue, I agreed. He's not been doing this very long, but we feel that his natural affinity for the work makes him ready for the challenge of a highly valuable piece of stock such as you."
I loved it when he talked stocks. He waited. I felt my eyes go wide, as I realized...
"You want my opinion, Sir?" I asked carefully.
He nodded.
"I care for Adam, you all know this. I've done things for him that I wouldn't do for anybody else. I'm sorry, sir, but you included. He owns a piece of me, the piece I bring here, already. What's the big leap? He's been making the decisions for the past week, I just wasn't supposed to notice."
I grinned, going red in sheepish embarrassment.
"Different styles, huh?" Jon smiled back at me, so I knew that it was okay.
I nodded, big difference. Adam was much harder on me, because he wasn't afraid of insulting my delicate sensibilities. He craved sex as much as I did. We understood each other. What I considered taboo; he considered a challenge to make me do for him. It was a head game we played. We played it so well that some of the other couples were envious.
"Can I just talk for a minute, Jon?" I spat out quickly.
He nodded, surprised.
"Look, do you remember the scared girl that walked through your door on a desperate whim a few weeks ago?"
He smiled gently.
"I was afraid to admit that I even had a dark side, much less that I enjoyed it. Heaven help me, I'm perverted!"
He laughed, outright.
"What would happen to me, if anybody found out? What would I do?"
He was still chuckling.
"Well, the hell with those people. I'm having fun! I have never in my life felt like I belonged to any group of people the way that I belong to you people. I am one of you. I have been thinking of trying top. I may, one day, feel strong enough to call the shots. I don't know, but I do know that Adam loves me, and I love him. We get along well together. He scares the hell out of me, but I know that he would never, ever hurt me intentionally. Really hurt me. I'm happy with things the way they are, but if you want me to progress I will bow to your greater experience. I still get to see you guys, Right?"
Another nod.
"Still here, right?"
Again that slow nod.
"As long as all of us are having fun, we're fine."
"I wanted to talk it over with you, and ask if you had any objections."
I shook my head. The much longer hair, swinging gently behind me. I'd been forbidden to cut it, by Adam. The brush of silk against my spine, making me shiver.
"Next weekend, we can start."
He smiled, flash of perfect white teeth.
"Adam wants to take you home, and talk with you."
I felt my mouth go dry. The last time that Adam had taken me home, we got really kinky. Vanilla Sex, kinky. That had almost bothered me more than when I was shrouded in the rituals of our scenarios.
"See you on Friday, Anne."
I dropped down to my knees, because he was going to leave the room and that how they did things here. I waited for Adam to come get me. He'd been watching, so I knew that he would be pleased with me. I had been succinct and accurate, and I had willingly given myself over into his care. What more could a master ask for?
ADAM
The first time that anybody had ever given me a gift, as big as the one Anne had given me today, I was sixteen. My Father had given me the keys to the new car for a date. Not my mom's car. The one I usually drove, but the GTO. The hotrod, which he loved. I was so scared to put it into gear that I sat in the driveway for fifteen minutes. I drove like my grandmother all night too, made my girlfriend nuts.
This was a bigger deal. Anne had put her exotic little psyche into my hands, and I could hardly breathe. I had asked for her on a whim, not really expecting Jon to give her to me. She was the best piece to walk through those doors in a couple of years. Okay, since me. She was right about one thing though. I knew her. Inside and out. Every twisted little nook and cranny of her mind and body was my domain. She balked out of habit, but got into it when forced to. Lovely little tears and all.
Hot woman, very hot, and such a little bitch at work too. I wouldn't fuck with her, and she had done some word-processing for me when I was in a bind. Great personal assistant. Now that was a cool thought. Hire her for myself, and keep her naked under her business suits in the office. Chill that. I still had to decide what to do with her tonight. She'd been without any release all weekend, but she'd gotten everybody else off a couple of hundred times. She'd be hot for it alright, and it was my decision whether she could have it. Cool. Jon came into where I was sitting, and looked over my shoulder. His big hands on my neck, deliciously cool. His voice floating over me.
"You heard?"
"Yes." I answered an edge of excitement floating through my voice.
"She'll be expecting you to cut her some slack for your emotional attachment."
I laughed. What an easily changed misconception. Anne wouldn't like me if I eased up on her. She'd think I was going soft. Not a chance. Not with her.
"Well, I'll clear that misconception up quickly."
I would too, and I would be having a wonderful time doing it.
"I'm going to take her to my house, Jay should be there, and he's been asking about her."
Jon chuckled, shaking his head.
"Go to it. See you next weekend."
I bid him good night, and went to collect my slave.
ADAM'S PLACE
He came in and got me, making me dress in a tight black dress of knit. No panties on, just those stockings that are a garter without a garter belt. I could feel my thighs brushing each other as I walked to his car. I was a bit nervous, when I realized that we were not going to my place, we were going to his. His and Jay's place. The man he lived with. I'd only met him, Jay, once.
The guy was a walking wet dream. Tall, built, hung. They were best buddies, but not like the kind that I had ever heard about. They took care of each other, when the playing field was empty. I never had a best buddy that would ball me when I was without. Must be nice. This must be some form of male bonding that I was unfamiliar with. I couldn't imagine some of the homophobic cretins that I worked with doing something decent like relieving each other's sexual tension, but what the hell.
The house was beautiful, but then I knew it would be. There were two cars in the driveway. A gold Lexus, and a black Mercedes convertible. There was more money in the driveway then my life was worth all around. Jon said I would get spoiled. Good submissives are hard to find. If I don't play then no one does.
This was my vacation, and I had given it to him as a present. It was his first time having one of us on a full time basis, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't Jay's. He was really happy to see me. Pulling me into the kitchen, and making me get on my knees to give him a blowjob.
He really needed one too, came in about ten minutes. I enjoyed doing it for him, because he seemed to be a genuinely nice guy.
Adam had disappeared while I had been busy, but since I was going to be part of the household this week, I had better get used to being alone with Jay. I didn't meet his eyes, but it was very difficult, because he had such pretty eyes. He was smiling at me with relief, and that was something.
I was always surprised when others were glad to see me, when I was in slave mode. It was a real rush. Jay was a genuinely decent human being, but still. His sincere affection was welcome to me.
"Well, let's see. I have big plans for you tonight, sweet."
He leaned into the fridge for a big bottle of water.
"I get to treat you just like one of the guys, and you'll find it a fascinating experience too."
I could feel my breath starting to get short. He smiled.
"Danielle is coming over, and I think you will really like her."
Danielle? Somebody new.
I merely waited there on my knees. Glad that his floor wasn't too hard for me. He sipped his water, watching me and I heard Adam say from the other room.
"All set in here, Jay."
Jay smiled and snapped his fingers. Expecting me to follow him, and I did.
He took me into a room of startling whiteness. It was tile, and had big drain in the floor. Set up like a Turkish toilet. This room had to have cost a small fortune. The hoses hanging on the wall alone could have scared a complete novice. Showerheads and nozzles of a startling stainless steel. A small rolling table, stainless, and a cabinet of the same. I wanted to see what was in the drawers.
The thing that really caught your eye was a hydraulic chair in the very center. Set with stirrups, and a cutout in the center for your personal business to be displayed for the world to see. I wondered what was going to happen. I had never seen a set-up like this before. It was intimidating.
"I see you have noticed the birthing chair. It's imported, but then all the really interesting things are. I like it because it allows free access, and full restraint."
Jay put his water on a shelf that ran the perimeter of the room.
"Take off your clothes, and get into it."
I swallowed hard, and slipped off the dress I was wearing.
When I was naked, I moved cautiously to the chair, and got into it. It was covered with a white vinyl, and had the feel of being waterproof. I felt sweat break out on my palms.
"Feet in the stirrups, Anne."
I did it. Adam coming over to secure them with thick Velcro fasteners lined with some soft plastic foam. He tied my wrists as well. Patting me gently. Jay picked up a remote control, and pressed a button when Adam was done with me. My legs started to spread, and the chair to tilt backwards. It was an unusual sensation. Jay came over and ran his hand up my leg, just brushing the downy curls by my rapidly arousing sex. He nodded at Adam, who walked away to another room. I could hear water running.
"I like boys. That's no secret to you, and Danielle likes girls. Adam, when he told me we would have you for the week, told me you liked being treated like a man."
I was paying complete attention to him.
"What I like about boys, is something that you have too, isn't it?"
"Yes, Master." I said, knowing that he meant my nether regions.
"Since that is the case. I have made arrangements to make good use of your similarity." He walked away slightly.
"We are going to administer a series of enemas, progressively larger. I want you to be completely empty and ready to play."
He wasn't asking me, so I said nothing. He leaned over to my ear, and said simply.
"If you are a good girl. I will promise you one of the biggest and best orgasms of your entire life."
I felt myself go wet. It was immediate. Instantly drenched. I heard Adam coming back into the room. Jay stood up, and rolled a table next to me. I saw KY, and some nozzles in graduating sizes from small to jumbo. Stainless steel to hard rubber to long tubes.
I was setting myself. I don't like enemas, not the feeling, but the emptying. It was degrading. Adam hung the bag from a convenient hook in the ceiling, and Jay sat down between my legs on a stool.
He pulled on some gloves. I heard the snap of them. He started humming this little tune under his breath. It was a happy sound. I felt myself grin. I did manage to suppress it finally. Adam saw it though. His brows knit over his eyes in a little playful frown.
When the chair tilted another couple of degrees and I knew that he could see my wetness. I felt a blush start to move up my neck. A blindfold would make this much easier, but it was not to be. Jay never had me in one. He liked to see my eyes. I could feel his fingers on my anus, and it puckered tightly shut against the invasion. Jay was persistent, and slowly, as he rotated it. It slipped in. The small one. Every millimeter felt as it inched its way into me, and settled near my colon. It did feel good, and I made a small sound of surrender. He undid the flow meter, and I could feel the warmth starting to move up my bowel.
"Relax." He said.
Adam came to my side, rubbing my abdomen. The massage felt really good. Not to rough, very gentle. His strong fingers kneading my stomach, the pressure of the water seeming to dissipate as he rubbed. It didn't seem to take very long for the water to stop coming in, and the small nozzle to be withdrawn from me. I felt warm and full. Jay slipped something else into me, in place of the little nozzle, a plug, I assumed so the solution couldn't come out until he was ready for it to come out. I could feel the pressure building to an almost uncomfortable level, but Jay merely watched the growing sheen of sweat on my face. The small movements of discomfort. He stood up finally, and went into the small room to wash his hands.
"Hold it in for just a minute."
He was resetting the chair, more upright, and turning on water from one of the showerheads hanging on the sidewall.
"Jay never stays for this part of it, but I don't mind. You okay?" He asked conversationally.
"Yes, Adam. I am fine." He smiled.
"Now, when I take the plug out, just let it come, don't force it. This was just one quart. The next is two, then three then as much of a four as you can take."
I felt my eyes widen. He laughed.
"It's not too bad, it's just filling. I won't let you get sick or anything. The progressive way of this will let you take more anyways."
He stood to the side of me, and took the showerhead to run it over my pubis. The water was warm, and I felt the urgency reach almost unbearable proportions. He took the plug from me, and I could feel it starting to rush from me. Warm soapy water, and feces. It didn't burn. It felt almost good. Slippery. "Jay had me use Lanolin, and non-alkaline soap."
He played with the showerhead, and the little pulses of water, tickled my clitoris gently. I tensed. Feeling more flowing from me. It didn't take too long. My intestines cramping slightly, pleasurably. I sighed.
Adam rinsed the remains down the drain, and Jay came back into the room when he was finished. Adam went to mix the second one. I sighed.
"Feeling empty?" He asked.
He smiled when I nodded, answering him. The room was very warm. I was technically powerless, and I wasn't being hurt. All in all, this wasn't too bad.
"Good, I can't promise the whole weekend will be like this, but Adam said you needed something really erotic, totally sensual. He said a couple of weekends ago you had kind of a bad scene. Is that true?"
"It's not my place to question my masters, Sir."
The formality of my statement and the brittleness of my voice must have given him his answer, because he stopped questioning me.
"I understand, Anne. You aren't there now, and I promise to make this one of the most unusual and exotically pleasing events a submissive could ever experience. You just hit pay dirt. Slave heaven, and I also promise, that not one drop of urine will be spilled tonight."
I smiled up at him. Adam came back out with a bigger bag, and Jay sat back down. Slipping his finger into me, and quipping as he withdrew it.
"Clean to here."
He reached over and took one of the long tubes. Holding out his fingers for Adam to squeeze some KY unto them. Adam screwed the tube to the bag, and Jay rubbed the KY down the whole length of it.
"Wide open, and back now, please." He told Adam, and I felt the chair starting to move.
Jay was letting the air out of the hose. More slippery goo rubbed around my anus, and as my legs widened I could feel the flesh stretching taut. My knees coming back towards my chest.
"That's good."
The chair stopped.
"This is a catheter, and an exceptionally long one. We bought all these little toys for you, Anne. This feels a little funny going in, and when the balloons are inflated, but since some of it rests in the very beginning of the large intestines, once it's past that point you don't feel anything but the pressure. Just relax now, and let it happen."
I could smell my lubrication. I must be just drenched.
He put the end of the tube against my ass and pushed slowly. It slipped in easily. I moaned with it. Adam came up to my head, and put his hands on my face. I closed my eyes. It felt like it was going in forever. It seemed to snag, and Jay pulled back. Trying a different angle. That one worked, and it went all the way in. He held it in place, and I heard a small sound. The balloons were being filled. The feeling was very strange. Slowly getting bigger inside me. First one then the other. When that was done. I heard the click of the flow meter, and felt it start to wash into me. The two-quart bag slowly shrinking as it emptied. The pressure was starting to become incredible. Adam moved down again, and rubbed my stomach. It helped, but I could feel some slight cramps. Sweat started to form on my legs.
Jay left us alone again suddenly, and Adam slipped into his place. Getting the warm water ready again. Starting to chatter to me.
"He had this room built when he realized he liked a clean playground, but he didn't like cleaning up the mess from it. It has seventeen water hoses and a complete sewer set-up in the floor. The small cabinet has different nozzles, and different kinds of medical tools for Danielle to use when she comes over. She likes an elaborate set-up."
He undid the valves on the balloons, and I could feel the air rushing from them.
"She's a trip, but in a good way. Really motherly."
The chair started to move again, and I realized I was almost completely forward.
"Let this one out the same way. Don't ever force it."
I did what he told me to do, feeling emptier when it was over. Softer even than a good beating. The water flowing over my cunt, sending little shivers through me. Jay came back in, when the last of the enema was gone from me, and Adam had washed the remains away.
"So, feel okay?"
"Yes, Master." I told him, feeling my pulse starting to race.
He took the controls and laid me back down. Opening the door on the cabinet, and taking out a wide nozzle of sparkling clean stainless steel. He smiled.
"This one?"
He grabbed another, graduating wideness.
"This one? Or shall I surprise you?"
I didn't answer.
"I didn't really want an answer, but since we have two more to go. I guess I get to use both of them."
I shivered. Adam came back with another bag. This one larger still. He made my legs more relaxed, and sat down again. Opening a jar of some kind this time. Slicker lube. Something to make this monster toy go in easily. He was going to use the straight thick one.
"Just like getting fucked, Anne. Fucked in the ass. Wide enough that there's no way short of a rape that I could hurt you with it, and I am going to put it in so slowly, that you will feel every delicious inch of it."
My cunt dripped. He leaned over and ran his tongue up the middle of my wet slit. Biting my clitoris softly until I cried out with the sensation. Laughing as he stopped, leaving me right at the edge of gratification. He dipped the thing in the jar, and put it against the ring of my ass, pushing so slowly that there was not a bit of pain involved. Just the slow widening of the sphincter. A slow screw. He twisted it around, moving the phallus into me, until it was fully inside, and the slightly narrower base was set well into me.
"Open the valve Adam; I want to fuck her with this as it's going in."
I trembled. Hearing the click of the ratchet, and feeling the flow start.
The first quart went in easily, painlessly. The second quart started to swell my rectum and lower body. I could see it. The beginning of the third started cramping me. I groaned, not wanting to complain, but it was starting to hurt. The clamp closed. Adam let one of my legs loose, and he worked it towards my stomach, pumping it. Refastening it, then doing the same to the other. Jay rubbed my stomach, feeling the swelling there.
"Baby tummy." He said happily. "She might not be able to take a four quart, maybe just two threes. What do you think?" Jay asked.
Adam, who was feeling my stomach, nodded.
"That's the plan then." He said and un-clamped the tube, so the rest could rush into me.
It didn't hurt as much now. The movements had expanded my body somewhat. I was still swollen looking in the abdomen. He moved the phallus-shaped nozzle. Touching my sex, pushing a finger into it, then two. Slow movements. It seemed as though no time had passed when I heard the clamp click closed again. I had the three-quart in my body. The soap was working into all the little nooks and crannies, making me empty. This simple biological function was out of my hands now. All I could do was enjoy it. The thought was curiously lightening. I was suddenly, like Jell-O. Jay looked at Adam, and smiled. Letting him take his place for the emptying.
"This next one is going to be just some cold water, so the soap gets washed out, then some warm oil to re-lubricate your rectum. The oil feels great, especially after the cold water. You might get some cramping with it, but Jay didn't want you to forget that any joy you get is dependent on us."
I nodded, feeling the first tiny vestige of fear. Adam, while he washed me, kept talking. Using one of his hands on my clitoris.
"The pain won't last too long, Anne. Just like some bad menstrual cramps, can you do that? Fifteen minutes of suffering for me, gracefully?"
"Yes, Adam." I said, and felt the juice running into the crack of my ass.
He smiled, and waited for Jay to return. He did, and Adam left us to fill the last bag. Jay had a blindfold in his hand.
"I want to see your pain, but I don't want to see your eyes as you suffer for me. This small discomfort is simply for my pleasure, Anne. Nothing more. I like causing pain that does not show. Agony without damage. I wish to put this on you, and gag you so your cries cannot be heard. Can I do that?"
"Yes, Master." I said, voice small.
He leaned over and kissed me. Stroking my hair, as he finished. Putting the blindfold around my head, and taking a small ball gag from his pocket. I hope he realized that the gag alone was a supreme act of trust. It's small weight, meaning that I trusted him enough to not push me past my tolerance. To be responsible enough to watch for signs of real pain.
I was laid back again, and I could hear the bag being moved into position. I heard the nozzle being screwed on, the click as the air was let out. The clink of the tip brushing the edge of the jar. Felt his fingers opening me. Two then three holding the ring of my anus open, and slipping the nozzle in quickly. I realized as he did it, that he had held me open, because the metal was cold. I clenched around it.
The water was chilly, no doubt. The cramps started almost immediately, just slightly. I could feel every bit of it traveling up my body. It was fiercely persistent Moving quickly and smoothly. Someone rubbed my belly smoothly. Jay speaking urgently.
"Half in, Honey. Need all of it to get the soap out, then you can come."
I froze waiting for it to finish. Letting the delicate pain, build slowly. Let it take me to the next plateau. The next level and I wasn't disappointed. My body started to respond. Warming in the chair. The sharp pain, becoming welcome. An old friend.
The flow eventually stopped, but the pressure was incredible. I twisted in my bonds. Hearing them talk about me. Talk about what they were doing to me. The base methodology. I groaned around the gag, feeling the fluid run from the corner of my mouth.
"Let's leave this one in for five minutes. It's not going anywhere."
He leaned down to my privates again. Rubbing his hand down the inside of my leg. Looking up at me.
"Let me have the small head, warm, delicate pulses." He ordered.
I heard someone walking away. He left something hanging over my leg, and I figured it was the showerhead.
"Come when it hits you, honey." He said.
He opened the folds of my cunt, training the spray on the bulge of my pubis. Directly on my clitoris. I twitched. It was warm, and hard. It was almost too much. I gasped aloud. My teeth clenching with it. Body arching futilely. `It's too much.' I thought, and my desperate struggles must have let them know that because Jay told me simply, that I wouldn't get to evacuate until I came. I moaned. The pressure inside me building. Adam moving down and helping Jay do something to my body below. I couldn't move. Tension nailed me to the chair. The intense stimulation making me try to move, and close my legs, but it was impossible. My legs started to shake, and my thighs to twitch. I saw them move away from me, to the side, the chair starting to tilt up and felt my orgasm sweeping me. I exploded with it. My body forcing it from me with the vigor of my extremity. I screamed with it.
Not caring that they saw me losing control so completely. I had done what I was told to do, and this was my reward. My legs immediately started to cramp, but I kept coming again, and yet again. The chilly fluid rinsing the lower part of my legs. I strained against the bonds, shaking in sensual indulgence and gratifying pain. Mumbling under my breath as the tremors shook me.
Finally I was able to draw a deep breath into my lungs, and get some control over my legs. They were shaky but they worked again. My fingers gripping arms, and smelling their bodies near me. I inhaled, deeply. Head hanging, eyes half-closed. I heard Jay speak.
"What a treasure she is, Adam."
They helped me to my feet. I needed the help too, and supported me until I was steady.
"Give her the oil on the grooming table, and let her rest. Maybe a massage so she doesn't cramp again in the legs, and put the knee supports in for later. Danielle will be here in an hour. You thirsty?"
I nodded, using every ounce of will to remain standing up.
"Let her have some water, Adam. I am going to go clean up."
Adam led me into the hallway and down to the grooming area. I let him.
REST AND REWARDS
"Here, Anne." He said putting my hands on the smooth surface.
"Climb up, and lay on your left side."
I did it, wearily.
"Wait there for me, and don't move."
"Yes, Adam." I said, but I didn't think that I could move anyways.
He came back, and opened my buttocks carefully. Slipping another nozzle into me. He squeezed the oil into my ass, and I felt its warmth spreading up inside me slowly.
"Just hold that for a few minutes, and then I'll give you a shower."
I sighed with ecstasy. This was sex slave heaven. I felt great. The oil easing the last of the cramps, and slowly working its way to pleasure again. Wonderful.
When he took me to the bathroom, I wobbled. I was sleepy. I drank the water he gave me, and laid back down on the table. As he was massaging me, I slipped into sleep.