They left me all alone here. Alex, my husband, and that horrible Anne, that new found love of his. Together they brought me here, using sweet words and promises. Then they kissed me and departed without explaining. I asked nothing. They wouldn't have spilled the beans anyway. Alex always like to surprise me with his cruel games. And by now I'm far from immune for their attraction.
So they're gone. Just like that. I wonder what's the idea this time. I'm sure it'll be quite an experience. It's the first time things are done outside our own house. They have such original ideas...
It's not so long ago that Alex introduced her to me. He just brought her home with him. She right away frightened me with her young beauty and her piercing black eyes. It was a terrible moment of confusion and horror when Alex told me he loved her. Maybe we should separate, he had said, caressing Anne's hair, just like that, in front of me. But I'm a survivor and my first reflex was not to give in, not to give up hope. I just can't imagine life without the shielding power of his big strong hands. So what else could I do than lower my head.
And thus she came to live with us. To share my man, my bed, my marriage. To agree was the only thing I could possibly do. I didn't want to lose him, to end my marriage. Still don't want. I'm nothing without him. My life depends on him. And now, even with that sexual sidekick of his, I still have him. I guess that's my way of showing true love.
Although the presence of that other woman remains something like an open wound and I still haven't gotten to like her, I must be honest. I should admit that in fact her presence brought a new sense of urgency to my erotic life. I had never imagined that I could learn to enjoy sex with them together. Actually it was more natural, more easy, than I had thought possible. It must have matched up with something very deep inside me. I won't deny it. And then, once my own free will wasn't any more interfering, things began to slip. To slip fast. My mind accelerated and took a strange turn: I became completely submissive to them. And to the sexual games they like to play. I still don't like Anne. Never will. But to have the two of them amuse themselves with me has become a most addictive masochistic habit. It has made me a wilful participants in their games. Often I even help them think of new creative ways to please them. For example, just recently I came up with the idea of signing a slave contract with them. One that gives them absolute powers over me, without any restriction. It's was a highly exciting idea, this contract. Of course it's just a piece of paper. But still, it's fun. It describes me as their sex-slave, not allowed to break free from anything they might want to do with me. They jumped on it. Liked the idea as much as I did. Or maybe more. They even went so far as to have me write and sign that contract and then had it notarized, that is, they made it legally binding. Great fun. I love it.
They like most to humiliate me, especially Anne, but Alex too. And it always arouses me no end. So nowadays I must clean the house naked, cook for them in the nude, sit on the floor leashed to their chair, and of course at night I must open my thighs for them before they make love to each other. Like an appetizer before a good meal. I often volunteer for that. Alex is a staunch lover.
So I shouldn't complain of being left alone here for another of their devious games.
But I'm not really alone in this strange place. There are several women in this windowless room. They are younger and stronger that I am. Dressed like nurses in white medical looking working coats. They are busy, as nurses should be.
I am not. I patiently wait.
After some handshaking and polite words of departure to my husband and his Anne, the women quickly and without explanation, put me down on what looks like a large massage table... flat on my back. Obviously they are participants in this game. So I let them.
They hold me immobilized. By my wrists, by my ankles. I don't know what to expect, so I decide to go with the flow and play-act a little. Thus I attempt to struggle a bit. But I find myself quite helpless. They are strong, these nurses. And they are quite serious, it seems. I jerk my arms and legs to free them from their grips. But they keep me forcefully pressed down onto the table's surface, which seems to be made of some sort of soft material. It does not hurt really, but it's not comfortable either.
I look up at them. Curiously these women seem not to really care about my reluctance. It's as if they don't even notice it. But they are not unkind and some even smile at me, although in a kind of business like manner. They remain firm and decisive. Like nurses indeed. Professionals.
"Don't resist, dear," one of them says, "we're going to strip off your clothes."
I hesitate. "Where is my husband?" I ask. I'm a little taken aback now. Without him around I'm not used to be undressed. So this time I ask myself if I should not genuinely resist. But the women are quite effective. They must be in the health services or something, handling me like a reluctant patient. Two of them take off my shoes. Then with a sudden well trained sweep they pull down my skirt. I can't help but resist now, and I holler: "Where is my husband...? Don't do this...!" But of course Alex isn't here and I am no match for these women. They just proceed with decision and calm, and begin to unbutton my blouse...
I'm not play-acting anymore. I focuses on freeing myself. I fight, try to kick my legs, call at them to stop. This is not a game I like, it's not nice. Not really arousing. Where am I? What are they doing? But my protestations don't help. Nothing helps. Too many hands keep me down.
Soon I am left in my undies. Just my bra and my small slip. The kinky red ones that Alex told me to put on this morning. Those which always please him, he had said. And Anne lying next to him in our bed, had kissed him and laughed merrily in agreement.
Neither of them is here now. It worries me. And the locking hands of those nurses make me mad. I yell "NOOO! PLEASE....." But in stead of being listened to, I am stunned to be slapped straight across my face. It shuts me up effectively. I feel tears form in my eyes, but somehow I still continue to wrestle. However, it's no use. The struggle is too much. Out of breath I give up. I should give in to this crazy game. As always.
They quickly lift me, unhook my bra, then push me back down on the table. Once more I try to wrestle free, but I have too little strength. Suddenly my boobs are groped and my bra is pulled away. Both my large breasts are now bare. The cool air kisses their uncovered skin. And with horror I realize that my big nipples begin to stiffen... for all of them to view. I am utterly helpless. Their hands are like metal vice grips.
Someone grabs the elastic band of my panties. They pull...! I begin to shriek. Never before have I allowed my intimacy to be bared for strangers.
Again I am crudely slapped in my face. But it fails to stop my yelling. My hips twist, noisily hitting the table's cover. I must resist! Use whatever strength I can still muster. This is my last option. My sex at least should be kept to myself.
But my knees are pulled apart and thus I am made open to them, defenceless, helpless....
I give in.
All my strength has left me. They still hold me, but there is no need anymore to keep me still. I am just panting. No use to oppose them.
Completely naked I lie on their table, humiliated, spread eagled... One of the women looks at me with caring eyes. "Why do you want your husband?" she asks. I'm astonished. The question seems to be asked with real honesty. "You know why he brought you in, don't you?," she says, "just calm down. We'll take care of everything."
"He hasn't told me anything," I manage to whimper, "and I don't understand." She just frowns. "Well, whatever," she says, "I guess that makes it easier for us." When she turns around a suddenly coldness hits one of my arm pits. I am being soaped...! They are shaving me...! First one arm, then the other. I let them. I have given up. It's their game now.
Soon they spread my legs, pull them further apart. By now it's what I expect. My most private area is lathered, then carefully shaved. I don't dare to move for fear of being cut. When they are finished I feel bald like a baby and I'm overwhelmed by a sense of absolute vulnerability. I close my eyes in shame. I cannot face them. But then, startled, I become aware that it is not actually unpleasant. I am mortified in my shame.
I am hairless in the secret nooks of my body now. They do not find it necessary to shave my arms or legs. There's no need. It's one of the things I take care of myself every day.
In a half hearted attempt I once again try to break free. But they won't let go of me. I am lost.
Is this why Alex and Anne have brought me here? To be made without any hair on my most sensitive body areas? I am sure Anne would like me like this. She often says she hates my body hair. But Alex likes it. He never let me shave those places. So maybe this treatment here is Alex's way to give her a present. Well, it's done now anyway. When he comes to get me, I'll just dress and we will go home. I'm ready to be shown to his Anne like this. There's even some wetness between my legs...
But the nurses don't relax their grips. It seems it's not over yet.
A long slender woman, older than the others, suddenly appears from nowhere. I haven't seen her before. She must have just entered this barren, white walled room. She has affluent wavy hair, as dark as her eyes. Large dark eyes. From the way the other women look at her it could be that she is in charge here. I am watched in silence. All I can do is breath. She smiles, seems to be pleased.
I wonder what will happen now.
"Looks like a good job," she says to her nurses, and then she extends a well manicured hand and touches me. It feels like I'm judged, my whole exposed body is being inspected. The woman's fingers rub my breasts, test the firmness of my large stiffened nipples, press down into my belly, run along the insides of my thighs, as if asserting their tenderness, and then suddenly insert themselves between the lips of my femininity.
I gasp... The hands still holding my wrists and ankles clamp with fresh force.
