This is a story about Christine's love of being dirty. She lives with her boyfriend who creates endless ways of using her and making her a filthy little girl. This chapter tells how Christine is prepared for a day of fun in her special room.
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It was Saturday morning and Christine and I slept a bit late. By the time we got out of bed and had some breakfast it was almost ten o'clock. Christine kept asking what I had in mind for her today. I just smiled saying, "all in good time." I even watched some television a while just to increase her anxiety anticipating what nasty events I might have in store for her.
Let me explain. Christine and I have lived together for quite some time. Our enjoyment is sex. Actually I should say nasty, dirty, filthy, kinky sex. We enjoy exploring new ways and different scenarios to satisfy each other and Christine gets very aroused by being submissive for me. She will do just about anything I ask without question. She even goes out of her way to entice me and get me started. I'll give you an example.
During the week we both work, but Christine is usually home before I am. On many occasions when I walk in the door, she's there waiting for me. Sometimes she'll be wearing a sexy little outfit spread-eagled on the sofa. As I walk in she'd say, "fuck me." It's always nice coming home to something like that.
I remember one night when I opened the door she was there naked except for a pair of high heels and a collar around her neck. She was bent over leaning on a chair right in the foyer spreading her asscheeks apart. The second I closed the door she begged, "I need it in the ass real bad "daddy." Many times she calls me "daddy" because I always say that she's my "little girl." It's just another one of the games that keeps us so crazy about each other. But I don't just fuck her standing there. I drag her excitement out until she can't stand it anymore. For instance, one time she stood there while I inserted a ball gag in her ass and attached a clothespin to her clit. Then I had her make dinner. I loved watching her walk around the kitchen knowing her ass was stuffed. As she'd walk by I give a little tug on the clothespin making her squirm. I made her keep the ball gag inside her ass, even while we sat and ate. Then afterwards I removed it and fastened it in her mouth where it belonged. Stuff like that always leads to a great night of nasty sex.
Now today was Saturday and Christine was anticipating a whole day of fun. At about noon I asked her to change. "Why don't you go put something on really sexy."
"Like what," she questioned?
"Something skimpy, surprise me," I answered.
She quickly went upstairs to change. Only a few minutes passed and she returned looking as sexy as she always does in one of her cute slutty looking outfits. It was a black short leather skirt that barely covered her ass. She lifted it to show me that she wore panties, but they hardly covered anything. And since that skimpy underwear was so tight fitting, I could see her clit ring clearly through them; not to mention the material was already getting wet from her pussy.
Her legs were covered to mid-thigh with black fishnet stockings attached to a garter belt. I've always liked the way she looks with them. Her top was a loose wrap around tied in the center leaving her cleavage cut so low that it exposed most of her thirty-six inch breasts. And that long dark-brown curly hair flowing down to her shoulders simply complimented her appearance. She looked like such a slut; just the way I like her. I walked over to Christine and gave her a big kiss while at the same time teasing her nipple rings through her top. About a month ago I took her to have rings inserted in her nipples and clit. They were just one more addition to make her look more like a whore.
When our kiss broke I told her, "don't expect to have those panties on too long." Then I took her by the hand leading her downstairs.
Let me tell you about our basement. It's our special fun room. It's the room we have our nastiest sex. Christine always gets so excited when I take her down there. And today was no exception. "Is this what you had in mind for today," she asked? "Our room?"
"Only part of it," I replied. "There's going to something extra special today." I knew that peaked her curiosity.
Our basement is completely set up for sex. We have every sex toy you might imagine all displayed in cabinets or hanging from the walls. There's a wide variety of dildos and vibrators, bondage wear including straps, paddles and various restraints, anal toys, butt plugs, enema bags and nozzles. We also have a fully set up gynecological examination table. Needless to say we've collected quite a few toys over the years. I think what excites Christine the most is that she never knows what I'll use. It's always a surprise and I always manage to devise some new way of using them all the time.
As soon as we reached the bottom of the steps and entered our playroom, Christine immediately went to the table and laid face down on it. She knows the procedure. We've been doing this for a long time. Whenever we go to the basement she knows it'll be a night of fun. And that fun is submitting herself to me unconditionally. She gets so excited when I begin playing with her body, knowing that ultimately I'll be doing some really nasty and dirty things to her. Now she was waiting for me to begin.
Unless I tell her otherwise, she lies down and waits for me to administer a cleansing enema. She knows I love playing with her ass, so an enema is necessary to clean her rectum out. I remember the first time I gave her an enema. She was so embarrassed. I filled her ass using a regular enema bag and nozzle. Then I lead her to the bathroom to empty. As the water gushed from her ass she held me so tight while telling me how humiliated she felt because I was there hearing it and smelling her dirty expulsion. But as time went on and we repeated the process, she said that the feeling of humiliation, although it didn't go away, actually became arousing. Of course I always did things that were humiliating during her enemas, like the one time I reached between her legs as she sat on the toilet and fingered her asshole feeling it come out.
