Misdelivered Package Pt 01

Misdelivered Package -- Part 1

I got home a little early on Friday. I knew that I had received a lot of packages from Amazon. It was my monthly resupply. I hated going to the store anymore, so I had basic supplies on monthly delivery for the last Friday of the month. The packages were stacked on the front porch.

I dragged all the boxes into the dining room and started to work opening the boxes and putting everything away. I cut open the last box. I reached into the box and pulled out the first package. I paused because it was a beginner's self-bondage kit.

I quickly looked and realized that the box had been misdelivered. It was for Donna who lived across the street from me. Her husband, a police officer, had left her years ago. She was in her 50s. She had an attractive face. She stood about 5'10" and was around 180 pounds. She was a plus sized woman but not obese. We had always made pleasant talk when we saw each other, but it stopped there.

Who knew that she had a kinky side. I continued looking through the box. Including what was in the kit there was a graduated set of butt plugs, enema kit, ball gag, handcuffs, blindfold, cat-o-nine tails, spreader bars. Nipple and clit clamp, various cuffs, collar, leash, lube, Hitachi wand, and various vibrators. There were also several hentai.

The hentai had the titles such as: Bound to the Neighborhood, Home Invasion, Suburban Dungeon, How I Became My Neighbor's Pet, The Plumber (Subtitle: He came to unclog my toilet and stayed to clean and stretch my pipes), Disciplined by the Headmaster, and Spanked by the Babysitter. I started to get an erection as I flipped through the books.

My fantasies have run to these subjects, but I only had a little real-life experience. Also, Donna had been the subject of some of these fantasies. I had masturbated to those fantasies of Donna many times.

After looking at the hentai I got an idea. It could get me arrested but it could let me have a fun weekend of play. My plan was to deliver the box and essentially take her captive and then act out themes featured in the hentai. I started planning quickly because I needed to get ready when she got home from work which was typically around 6 PM.

I went and found a small gym bag. I loaded it with a bunch of old silk ties, a box of exam gloves, an electric hair trimmer, and razors. In my cargo pants, I placed the pair of handcuffs and safety scissors used to cut off clothes. I also dug out my mini body camera. I put everything else back in the box and prepared the box for a surprise.

A doctor friend of mine had given me some pills that were supposed to increase sexual function, increase sperm production, and recovery time. I decided that now would be the time to see if they worked.

I waited and carefully watched Donna's house. I saw her pull in the driveway and go into her house. 20 minutes after she entered her house, I saw her open the front door looking for her package. I could see that she had gotten out of her work clothes and was in a t-shirt and sweatpants. I grabbed my bag and her box and headed across the street. I was already starting to get an erection as I approached her door from the thoughts of what the future could hold. I dropped the bag next to the door out of sight. I started my body camera and rang the doorbell.

I waited a few minutes, and the door finally opened. "Hey Donna, it looks like UPS accidentally delivered your package to my house. I am sorry that I opened it while opening all the other packages that I received today before I noticed it was for you."

Her eyes grew wide, and she blushed and dropped her eyes to the box. She opened the screen door. I pushed the box through the door so that it was inside her house. I had prepared the box so that the bottom of the box would fall open when I removed my supporting hand. At this point the contents of the box spilled all over the floor in her entrance way.

Donna immediately bent over to pick up the contents. I sprang into action. I pulled out the handcuffs. I quickly grabbed her left arm and snapped the cuffs onto her left wrist and then I pulled it toward her right wrist. I had her cuffed in seconds before she could react.

Before she had a chance to scream, I clamped my left hand over her mouth. I felt her whole-body tense up. I leaned close to her face. I saw fear on her face. Her nostrils flared and I could feel her hot breath against the back of my hand. I got a whiff of perfume. It was a smell that I remembered from my past. It took me a second, but it was the perfume that my first girlfriend used called White Shoulders.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I can leave now, and you can use the items on yourself over the weekend or I can stay, and I could use them on you and act out the scenes contained within the hentai that you ordered. I could fulfill some of your fantasies."

"If you want to continue, these are the safe words that you will use: green to start or continue the scenario, yellow is slow play but not stop, red is stop, and magenta is for me to stop and go home. You are the one in control of the play." I whispered in a low voice. I paused while what I said sank in.

I slowly removed my hand and listened carefully. Her eyes dropped to the floor. I saw neck and face flush with color as she thought about what was contained within the hentai that she ordered. She moaned and mumbled "Oh God" very softly.

"I can't hear you," I said. I saw her blush deepen and Donna said loud and clear "Green." I leaned in and stated "Once we start playing the only way to modify or stop the action are the safe words. No amount of begging, pleading, or screaming will change what I am doing to you. To make this more exciting and realistic for you is for you to play the victim. Do you understand?" She slowly nods her head.

"Good girl" I say as I pat her head. "Also, as you argue, resist, and yell at me, that is the time you can help direct play, by saying what you have or have not done before." I open the door and grab my bag. I pull out another bag and pick up all the spilled items.

I grabbed the back of her neck. I had never been inside her house, but I had been in other split foyers in the neighborhood. "Before this is over you will be calling me master and sir, and asking me to violate you," I told her. She struggled but could not break my grip.

"I will never submit to you, and I will see you in prison" she yelled at me. I chuckled and I pushed her up the stairs and down the hallway toward what I expected to be her master bedroom.

Her bedroom had a sturdy four poster bed that would be perfect for bondage play. I could see into her master bath and see that it had been renovated with a spacious walk-in shower and a lot of towel bars that could be used to tie someone to.

I pulled her back toward the bed. I grabbed the collar and leash out of the bag. Donna saw this and started to struggle and try to get away. I threw her face down on the bed. I placed my knee in the middle of her back to hold her in place.

I buckled the collar tight around her neck and attached the leash. I jerked her up to her feet. I then pulled her over and pushed her up to one of the bed posts. I wrapped the leash around the post so she could not move much.

I ran my hands over her shirt. As my hand ran over her breasts, I could tell that she was not wearing a bra. I worked my hands under her shirt. Her breasts were small, but her nipples felt huge, and they were rock hard.

Donna struggled under my groping. She started to yell "Don't touch me!" I looked at her and said, "I could use a ball gag on you to silence you, but I want to hear you scream and beg."

I wanted to see her breasts and I realized that I could not remove the shirt with her arms handcuffed behind her back, so I went and grabbed the scissors from my bag. This brought more screams and struggles from Donna.

I made quick work of cutting off her t-shirt and had it in a pile on the floor quickly. Her breasts were now free. Her nipples were huge and pointy. I reached out and started to knead and pinch them. They got even bigger and harder.

"Please stop," Donna pleaded. I chuckled and continued to play with them. I quickly dropped to my knees and pulled her sweatpants off. This brought new thrashing, kicking, and yelling. I quickly stepped back out of the range of her flailing legs. "When I get free you are going to regret it" she screamed at me.

"Who said that I would ever let you go?' I growled at her. I went over and grabbed a tie, her ankle cuffs, and a spreader bar. I adjusted the bar to 2 ft. I made a loop with a slip knot in the tie. I approached her from her blind spot. I quickly grabbed her legs and slipped the tie on and secured her legs. I then proceeded to attach the cuffs to her ankles.

I attached the spreader bar to her right ankle. I released the tie and quickly attached the bar to her left ankle. This left her open for exploration. Her light blue panties had a giant wet spot. I could smell how aroused she was.

I ran my hand up her legs. This started her thrashing about again. I reached her mound. She starts to yell, "Don't you dare touch me there you filthy person."

It was obvious that she did not groom her nether region. There was thick hair sticking out all around her panties. I grabbed the scissors and made two quick snips. I quickly pulled what was left of her panties off. Her hair was impressive. "I can see that your master did not groom his charge" I said looking her over.

She spat at me and started "I am not owned by anyone. I am a free woman and can do what I want. You better let me go, you bastard."

I chuckled at her and said "I guess you are feral then. That would explain the lack of grooming and the attitude. It can be corrected with grooming, training, and discipline. Since you are feral, then I need to give you a name. I don't want to use your given name, so I will refer to either as "D" or pet. Also, I should have gone over earlier a few rules for you to follow, you should only refer to me as master or sir. You need to follow my directions and requests or as any pet you will be disciplined to correct your errant behavior. The last major rule is for you to never lie to me. This will not work if you are not providing truthful answers."

She was getting agitated again. I walked over and slipped the KY in my pocket out of her sight. I made sure that she saw me grab a pair of exam gloves. I turned around and faced her. I snapped the gloves as I put them on. Her eyes went wide. "Don't you dare touch me!" she screamed.

I looked her directly in the eye and said, "A master must inspect their pets." I walked up and started my examination of her at the top of her head. I ran my fingers through her hair. I pretended that I was searching for stuff. I got close and looked in her ears. I continued patting down her body as I worked my way to her breasts. She was straining but could not get away from my searching hands.

I lifted each breast and looked underneath. I squeezed and pinched her nipples watching how they reacted. They continued to swell and stick out. I knew that I was going to have fun playing with them later.

I ran my hand down over her stomach toward her pubic mound. Her hair was quite impressive. Again, she started thrashing as much as she could and yelling "Don't touch me there!"

I ran through her thick mat of hair. I brushed her clit which caused her to shudder. I looked and realized that her clit was engorged and getting larger. I kneeled and with my finger I traced over her outer lips. The spreader bar caused her lips to spread. Her lips were starting to swell under my examination. She was so wet that I was able to slip my finger in with no additional lubrication. I sunk all the way in and heard D give a low moan/groan. I pulled out and added a second finger and plunged all the way back into her. I started to twist and push in all directions. This got her trying to push against my hand. She groaned as I pulled my fingers from her.

I now had a full erection. I really wanted to just take her, but this was not a rape fantasy. I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts and calm myself. I stood up and faced her. I pulled out the KY jelly from my pocket and made an over dramatized effort to apply it to my pointer finger.

This caused D to start to thrash about the best she could. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare. That hole is exit only. NO MAN has ever touched me there. You are not going to be the one! I swear to GOD!" she yelled.

I chuckled and got down again. I figured since she had not yet used any of her safe words then I was good to go. I pulled her cheeks apart and stated, "As my favorite Sci-Fi show would start off each week to boldly go where no man has gone before!" I had a clear view of her anus. I looked like it was winking at me.

I took the pad of my index finger and slowly rubbed her anus trying to get her to relax. She was still fighting it. "D, you need to relax. This is going to happen either way. There will be less discomfort if you relax" I told her.

I continued rubbing and as her outer sphincter relaxed, I pushed my finger through her anus up to the first knuckle. I heard her take a deep breath. I let loose of her butt cheek and rubbed her lower back and butt. I told her "Good Girl. I need to get the rest of my finger inside you, my pet. You need to bear down like you are going to the bathroom. This will relax your sphincters and let me penetrate you."

I heard her take a deep breath then felt her push out. This was my queue. I applied constant pressure and drove the rest of my finger deep into her rectum. She let out a groan. Her ass was so tight and warm. She was so tight. Her muscles were squeezing my finger hard.

I pulled my finger halfway out and plunged it back in quickly. I did a few times then pushed in as far as I could and started rotating my finger like I was searching for something. As I pulled my finger out, I continued to probe her insides.

I pulled my soiled gloves off and tossed them in the garbage can. D was breathing heavily and was flushed. I went to my stuff and grabbed the bag of grooming supplies that I brought.

I unhooked the leash and pulled her toward the bathroom. She could only waddle with the spreader bar connecting her ankles. I led her over to the toilet. "Sit down" I directed her. There was a convenient towel bar behind the toilet. I took the leash and tied it to the towel bar so she could not get up.

I opened my bag and pulled out my clippers, razors, and shaving cream. "what are you going to do with those things!" she screeched. I looked and smiled at her.

"Your feral nature left you ungroomed. As a conscientious master it is my responsibility to make sure my pet is presentable. If you don't behave, I could start with the hair on your head" I said with a smile.

"You wouldn't dare "she snarled at me. I just smiled with a just try me look. I kneeled before her. I was hit by her aroma. I could see moisture on her labia. I flipped on the clippers and listened to them hum. I looked her in the eye and waited just in case she wanted to use her safe word. She remained silent.

I brought the clipper to her pubic mound. I made a pass over her mound and watched her pubic hair drop to the floor. She started to thrash about. I stopped and looked her in the eye and said, "D if you don't stop squirming, I may cut off something that is important to you."

Her movements stopped and I resumed running the clippers over her mound. It was like mowing the lawn. The pile of shorn hair grew on the floor. I slowed down around her lips and then removed hair on the inner part of her thighs.

I grabbed the shaving cream and razors. I lathered her up slowly and shaved her until her skin was smooth. Her face was flushed. I grabbed and dampened a washcloth and wiped her clean.

I could not get to her backside from this position. I unhooked her and led her over to the double-vanity. There was a towel bar between the two sinks. I bent her over and attached the leash to the bar.

I now had access to her backside. I grabbed my clipper again and kneeled behind her. I pulled her cheeks apart. I started the clippers and began to remove the hair around her anus and her butt crack.

Once the heavy hair was gone, I grabbed the shaving cream and razor. I lathered her up and shaved her until all her hair was removed. I wiped her down with a damp cloth. I stood up and looked at her in the mirror. I could see the lust in her eyes.

I did not release her. I went back into the bedroom and grabbed the enema bag and the various nozzles she had purchased. I carried them into the bathroom. I made a production of laying out all the nozzles and bag. D's eyes went wide.

"What are those?" D asked with a tremble in her voice. She knew exactly what they were, since she was the one who purchased them, but she was playing her part.

"Since I have your outside groomed and cleaned. I thought that I should clean your insides out. This is an enema bag and nozzles. There are many different types and uses for an enema. The main reason is to relieve constipation and cleaning out of the rectum and colon. They can also be used for pleasure or punishment." I stated.

"The nozzles vary based on which type. These straight nozzles are used for standard enemas. The bardex nozzles are used for a retention enema. This bag can be filled partway or to the top. The more you have, the more difficult it is to take. You can also vary the temperature to increase the cramping and discomfort. In addition, if you want to discipline the person you could add hot sauce and ginger to the liquid to cause them pain and discomfort" I stated like a professor.

I must have paused too long, and she saw doubt come across my face as my confidence in what I was doing waned. I was losing my nerve to continue the play. I started to question what I was doing.

She shuddered and said, "I have only experienced the Fleet disposal variety of an enema that came in a "GREEN" box to relieve constipation." This was her directing the scene and letting me know that she had not had the experience of this type of enema, but it was also the safe word to continue. I regained my composure.

I looked her in the eye, smiled, and said, "You are lucky that the enemas (with an emphasis on the "s" as in plural) you will receive today are just to clean you out. They will only be about 1 quart each. The first one will contain Castile Soap to help loosen up any fecal material. The others will be plain water to rinse out any residual soap."

I took and attached one of the straight nozzles that was about a half inch in diameter and four inches long. I ran water in the sink next to D until it got warm. I added one quart to the bag. I then mixed in one packet of the Castile Soap that was with the enema bag. I took the nozzle and stirred the contents of the bag slowly so that D could see what I was doing. We watched as the water turned cloudy from the soap. Once it was thoroughly mixed, I burped the nozzle to remove any air from the hose.

I attached the bag to a drawer on the vanity. I made a production of putting on a clean set of gloves. I took the lube and covered the nozzle with a thick coat. I knelt behind her. I put a large dollop on my index finger and then pulled her cheeks apart and began to rub it into her anus.

I watched as she relaxed her sphincter, and I then drove my finger up to my second knuckle. D let out a low moan as I penetrated her bottom. She was very tight. I rotated my finger around to make sure that she was well lubricated. "Please push out as if you're trying to go to the bathroom" I asked.

I felt her muscles loosen. I quickly withdrew my finger and grabbed the lubricated nozzle and placed it on her anus. I applied steady pressure and slowly watched the nozzle disappear into her rectum. She groaned as the nozzle reached places not touched before.