Authors note: I'll apologise in advance that there's not a lot of sex stuff in this one, it's mostly background and thinly veiled foreshadowing. I think it helps things flow, but if you were to just skim through it you'll get a bit of insight into how things went the very twisted way that they ended up going.Β Mel xx
Saturday dawned bright and sunny, and with having gone to sleep so early it was indeed only just dawn. Not eating properly and going to bed early and exhausted was a bad habit I didn't want to get into.
Dan was still sleeping so I slipped out of bed and winced a little at the ache in my cunt, then smiled remembering how I'd got it.
Tiptoeing through to the walk-through wardrobe I saw my slut-gear on the floor as I grabbed my dressing gown, assumed that Dan must have stripped me after I'd flaked out, and I went downstairs and put the kettle on.
I drank as much water as I could stomach as the kettle boiled and then as the tea brewed I tidied up the lounge, straightened up the furniture then took the tea back to the bedroom.
Dan was still asleep but the tray and cups rattling woke him and I climbed back in for a cuddle and a smooch and, naturally, to touch him up and get him hard. I was still fascinated by the sight of his cock hard in the cage, so spent a while playing with it, then after another smooch I went for a shower and, with a tinge of regret, washed the piss and cum away.
Leaning back and relaxing I admired the little bruises where Masters fingers had dug into my boobs, then played with my nipples a bit. They didn't look bruised but they were deliciously sore and I couldn't resist pinching them harder and harder, hoping to make them ache more.
I could feel myself heating up and pushed a couple of fingers into my cunt, running through yesterday's play in my mind and revelling in the deep ache that my fingers found.
I'd been almost constantly horny for ages now, ever since things had headed down this rabbit hole with Dan a couple of months ago, but at least now things were really happening and I could enjoy being half crazed with lust in the certain knowledge that my Master would keep feeding me with delicious new perversions.
When finally out of the shower I gave some thought to how best to manage my bowel going forward. Thankfully Master understood that I couldn't be ready for anal all the time, but if it were to be, say, 3 or 4 days a week, I'd have to plan.
I was fully expecting to have my arse fucked multiple times the next day, after which it might be Wednesday, assuming that Master would, as he'd said, not need me for anal on my Tuesday and Wednesday work days.
Imodium usually lasts three days for me, so that's wasn't a long term solution.Β It'd need to be dietary and lots of enemas. I made a mental note to get Dan to have a bidet and bum gun installed.
Sunday.... I was still both nervous and excited about that.
I did my hair, grabbed my enema kit and went back through to the bedroom and sat facing Dan cross legged on the bed.
We just chatted over our tea for a while but when it got to a bit after 7 it was time for me to go grocery shopping before the mum rush.