After drying off I might slip on the apron mom gave me, in order to safely cook naked. Mom, whose breasts and butt have the same keloids but in much greater numbers than mine. We are both pale in complexion, so they are not easy to see. Shortly after I moved here I asked her about them. Where they came from, she smiled and blushed and changed the subject which was probably a very good move. What could she have said about receiving them from my father that their daughter would have comprehended? It was something I would have to experience to appreciate the sublime joy of.
There, naked, but for mom's apron, I might mix a batter from scratch to make us all a sweet dessert. A cookie, cake or a pie that my tormentors would later enjoy as I was tied to the bench in the basement and teased, whipped and fucked really hard. Sometimes we all sat down and had a nice naked dinner together that one of us girls made. We laughed and drank wine and one of us got really, really wet thinking about the fact that after we did the dishes, while our food settled we'd walk down those stairs to the basement and be tied to the bench.
Like no safe words, I believe in no pre-conditions. We are a polygamous family unit. We have committed to live out our lives together, so we don't have to worry about our playmates making poor short-term choices. They will each be here when the bill comes due. If someone wants to, then I am game. Anal sex is a staple of ours. That usually means enemas to prepare for anal sex, lots of olive oil and rapeseed oil used as lube, and lots of additional enemas to clean it all out. Best of all, each one of those intimate acts is deliciously submissive by nature.
As an example of how stable relationships self-level, we tried inverse suspensions where the girl hung upside down. Aesthetically it's a very pretty and seemingly practical position, putting her mouth right at penis level. Not one of us liked it, however. Personally, I got dizzy and sick to my stomach. Buggering your playmate while she is screaming is sexy, face fucking her while she is barfing is not. Once one person rolfs in an enclosed party space that pretty much destroys the mood for the night.
Besides, there are plenty of other things to try out. It's funny, mom told me about the joys of anal sex. She didn't actually say "it's fun you should try it." But it was a focal point of a really detailed sex talk the three of us had just before Jamie and I moved into our own place. That talk was a recognition that we were all adults. The subject was our giving and receiving of sexual pleasure. Growing up we had lived on a farm. We knew where baby cows, sheep, goats, etc. came from. The extrapolation to humans was not a difficult one.
Mom told us that "many people" found that anal sex was an excellent way to have fun without getting pregnant, that an enema before hand made you feel really clean and confident, and that pushing out while being penetrated was the key to minimizing pain. I love the fact that at the appropriate times she told all of this to Paul, George and Ethan too, so they could share the information with the women in their lives. Ethan's wife Claire is the biggest butt-slut that I know, and that is really saying something.
I've spent a lot of time tied to that wooden bench and a lot suspended by ropes holding my beloved polished black leather wrist cuffs over my head. I adore getting fondled, fingered or fisted by one of the girls as I receive an enema to remove the boy's spunk from my ass. Or a douche to remove the lemon pulp from my vagina. For additional fun, sometimes we add a couple drops of castile soap to the enema water. The soap creates a wonderful series of abdominal cramps as your autonomic nervous system tries to get the offending but benign mixture out of you. The old red rubber bags accommodate a tray of ice cubes pretty well too.
That basement was a Holy space, where we learned as much as or more than we did in college. Behind its opaque window coverings and soundproofed by the other objects we had moved away from the centered floor drain to line its four concrete block walls. We placed the padded wooden bench on one side of the drain in the concrete floor. The enema station was located directly over that drain and a shower head was installed to the side of a column nearest the back door. Four patio chairs on two opposing sides with two little tables between them - for our obligatory drinks and cookies - completed our basement fun room.
