My Master was returning from a business trip and I was looking forward to welcoming him home. His flight was late and he rushed in to the house only long enough to change clothes and leave for the city. He had smiled and run his fingers under the silk robe I wore. “Lovely.” My husband of two years sighed and backed away regretfully. “But I must go now.”
Alone, I fingered the black leather collar I had been wearing. It matched the wide padded cuffs that buckled around my wrists and ankles. Each had two iron rings imbedded in the sturdy leather.
It had been two weeks and I hadn’t touched myself, or entered the ‘Game Room’ since he’d left. Now I wanted to cry. Instead I picked up the black iron key, and a portable headset telephone and stalked up the stairs. In my dressing room I dropped the robe and stood before the mirror in my dressing room. Long tapered legs and full hips below the black leather corset. Plump white breasts with unusual cone shaped nipples rested on the top of the stiff garment. I thought of my plan and smiled, my hands running gently over the velvet smooth surface, and teasing the rubbery, ultra sensitive tips to hard pink peaks.
Using the hidden door, she entered the Game Room and looked around. The huge bed waited with its four thick posts, each studded with heavy iron rings in several places. There was a black leather bench about four feet long, a matching recliner and a big screen TV. As usual there was a fire laid in the stone hearth and I lit it with a long match. I slipped a tape into the VCR and smiled as I watched my beloved chain me to the bed frame.
For a few moments I was enchanted as I watched him fuck my ass for the second time ever. I remembered how he had left me plugged, and filled with hot soapy water while he went and ate a leisurely breakfast. Then forced me to use the toilet in front of him. Then he chained me, whipped me and fucked me until I screamed. The pleasure had been unbelievable, and just seeing it again made my center go liquid and hot.
By now I knew the things he loved, just as he knew what made me wild with desire. Now the test would be to see if I could do it alone. Going into the bath, I filled the outsize enema bag and hung it high on a sturdy hook. Master loved water games. Then I opened the glass-fronted cabinet on the wall and took out the various toys I would need. Dailing my husbands private office, I sighed when his deep voice answered.
“Darling, am I interrupting?”
“No love. I’m waiting for a fax that I have to sign, then I’ll be right home.”
“Perhaps I can entertain you while you wait?”
“You have my permission to do anything you like.” There was a smile in his voice. “Just describe it in great detail, I’ll put you on the speaker phone. I wish to leave my hands free.”
“My robe is off already. The corset is holding my breasts high and my waist tight. I have the video of our first morning game in. My poor asshole was so sore that morning and I wish I had a video of you taking my virginity there the night before. In that filthy porn theatre – where you let the patrons fuck me into oblivion – where you let them stuff their cocks into every hole until I passed out.
My master had given his permission to do anything I liked. I knew he hated blunt launguage and sexual terms. He preferred to couch his most violent sexuallity in almost Victorian terms and rules. So this was my tiny revenge. Cocks instead of manhoods – asshole instead of bottom. He would probably punish me later. I hoped so.
“Then you showed me the game room. A gift to me. A gift that keeps on giving. I think I’ll use the tiny rubber flogger first. You know how I hate that. All those little rubber threads with the knots in the ends hurt like hell when you use them on my brea….tits. Yes. I’ll use it first and get it out of the way. My breasts are extra sensitive and you know that, but you lash them anyway. I kiss the nasty little thing and drag the nasty little strands over my nipples. I’m standing in front of the mirror and watching ass my tits seem to swell in anticipation. The nipples are so hard they hurt. All pink and drawn up tight. I… (gasp)… I strike twice and realize that you use a lot less force than I just did.”
“Damn! My poor tits… look at the tears in my eyes…” I almost laugh even as the tears fall. I have renewed respect for the control he uses when he disciplines me. “You take such good care of me, my love. My tit’s are striped and I don’t think the marks will fade as fast as when you do it. But I know the rules. Ten for each breast, just half as hard. (swish….swish) Damn that hurts. The lashes hit the welts that I just raised and I wish I was tied up right about now. Helpless and under your power.”
I stood straighter and resisted the urge to hit the leather corset instead. My Master would know because I had turned on all the cameras, including the ones in the bathroom. I finished the whipping and kept up my commentary as well as I could.
“This is …sob… hard. I can’t go to my sub-space. I can’t just turn myself over to my Master and let you make me scream… as I fall…(sob) knowing you will catch me…”
“I’m taking off the corset because I know it will interfere with what comes next. I already filled the big bag and it’s hanging in the bathroom waiting. I have the special butt plug – the one that expands – too. I kneal and kiss the nozzel and plug. Did I ever ask how you got an enema set-up with an extra large nozzel. I’m using just a touch of lube because I can’t risk even that big old thing slipping out. I’m lying on my side on the floor, on the thick black bathmat with my top knee drawn up. I already lighted the candles and turned on the tapes of our special songs, very low.”
“(deep breaths) I push the nozzel deep and my ass muscles are clenching around it. It feels so good. One flip of the clamp and I (gasp) let the warn – very warm – water flow. I wish you were here to use your big, hard hands to massage my stomach. To ease more and more liquid in until I can’t hold anymore. My stomach fills and I have to rub away the hint of a cramp. I don’t think I can hold anymore, right now. I reach back, clamp the end and ease the thing out… ouch… for a moment it doesn’t want to come. In with the plug and…ah… push the little pump until it inflates.”
I stand and stretch until my legs loose the wobbly feeling. Then I clean the equipment with the special soap my lover insists on using. Then I fill the bag again while keeping up a continuous monologue about my every move. I know my darling and he is incredibly turned on by the small rituals and rules.
Outside the bathroom, I pose in front of a mirror. “I know you love it when my belly swells and I look pregnant… I’m stroking the ‘water baby’ and wishing you were standing behind me… petting my warm, full tummy.”
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Master watched hungrily as his wife of two years put on her lovely show. He’d had the cameras in the playroom linked to his office computer on a secure line. He simply hadn’t had a chance to tell her about it today. The older man chuckled and rubbed his enormous erection under the trousers of his silk suit as he hit the mute button. “So Jason… what do you think of my lovely wife?”
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He had hired Jason as his personal staff attorney earlier this year. The extremely intense background check had turned up some very interesting details. Jason – once a month – paid an older woman to spank him and give him a double colonic. Other than that the young man seemed to have no sex life at all. This, dispite the fact that he was good looking in a rugged way, very tall and athletic with a likeable naive air that belied the twenty-six year old's genius IQ.
On the trip to Asia, he slowly seduced the rather innocent young man, taking him to the best and most exotic S&M clubs. It turned out that an abusive, fanatically religious family had raised the boy in the remote west. He’d run away at sixteen and used his extreme intellegence to work his way through college in almost record time. He was soon begging his boss to become his master, too, even though his true sexual preference was for women.
