A Delicate Introduction
We eventually arrived at a residence...and I had to assume that it was her home. Much like the home we just left...her home was beautifully landscaped. It was huge in comparison to my home...she drove into the garage and turned off her engine. She got out of her car and I had to assume that she was expecting me to get out as well. Standing in her garage, she turned to me and told me to follow her...she also had told me to remain silent.
From the garage, we entered a mud room...into a spacious kitchen. She reached into a cabinet and retrieved a wine glass...she then poured herself a glass of wine. I remained quiet, passive...seemingly standing alone in this woman's kitchen. She didn't ask me if I wanted a glass of wine. Without speaking, she turned and left the kitchen...in the distance, I heard a television. She was walking towards the commotion and of course, I was walking in back of her. Her home was beautiful...the artwork, the furnishings...everything about her was meticulous. At long last, we entered a living room and seated on the sofa was a man.
It became clear to me that this was her husband. They kissed each other...she chose to sit next to him on the sofa. He turned the television off and said, "So this is your toy for the weekend. I must say, I'm impressed."
The woman didn't let her husband steal the show. Her voice was directed towards me. "Stand before me JoLyn. I've waited long enough...I want to see you naked." And her next sentence revealed that she expected me to remove my clothes.
I took the few steps until she motioned me to stop. I was within 5' of where she was seated. My knees were trembling. I was nervous, apprehensive...scared. I glanced at the man...her husband...he was smiling from ear to ear. He was enjoying this moment. I had no idea where he fit into the equation.
Equation?? I began to ask myself... What was I doing...standing in this woman's living room, a perfect stranger...and yet; she had known my husband's name. I kicked off my shoes...my pussy was tingling...the thought of removing my clothes excited me and glancing towards this man's crotch, it became apparently clear; he wanted to see me naked. Focusing my attention to this woman, I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it...next, I lowered the zipper to my skirt; the fabric fell to the floor. My pussy was in full view...and her husband gave his moan of approval. Unhooking my bra, the garment fell to the floor. I took a few deep breaths and felt their eyes on my naked form.
I was trembling in place...she told me to stand with my arms to my sides. "Your pussy is quite beautiful to look at...there's no need for you to cover your pussy with your hands." Her voice was soft, comforting...and still, she was being very direct.
She wanted to know the size of my breasts. "I'm a 32b Maam." She wanted to know if my nipples were sensitive to the touch. Without question, they were and so...I politely told her so.
My stomach was flat...I was 32 years of age; I worked out in the gym on a semi-daily basis. My husband and I had been married for 8 years. The BDSM lifestyle was practiced within our marriage; my husband owned me. He was loaning me out? In the back of my mind, I knew that this man, this woman's husband was going to fuck me. Was my husband aware of this? I continued to tremble in place...when she told me to turn around. I simply obeyed her.
When she directed me to bend over at the waist, I complied with her wish. When she told me to reach behind, to spread my ass cheeks far apart...I obeyed her. I was in this position when she asked me, "Do you enjoy anal sex?"
My eyes were closed and every muscle in my body was tighteneing. I answered her by saying, "Yes Maam." My husband long ago, had explained to me what the purpose of my asshole served. In a vanilla setting...it was used to defecate. In a submissive state of mind...it was used to grasp his cock, my rectum was to store his cum when he would reach his orgasm.
When she told me to turn around...I couldn't help but notice; her husband was massaging his crotch. His eyes looked different...he was seemingly drooling at the lips; he wanted to fuck me. As if this woman was aware, she said. "You're going to satisfy my husband later this evening. You're going to enjoy the flavor of his cock and you will feel his cock in your body." My attention was brought back to her voice. "My husband is a sexual animal...he can be very demanding. When the time arrives; you will obey him. If you fail...he will punish you." Her voice was final...there was no room for debate.
A few moments passed...the reality of the moment was settling into my brain. "I promised you that you were going to be punished. Your punishment is going to be uncomfortable...I dare say, you will never want to question my authority." She stood up and approached me. Her fingernails caressed the side of my face...they trailed down my neck, she circled my nipples...the sharpness of her nails were felt on my stomach...she circled my belly button and eventually; she played with my pussy lips.
"Your pussy is primed for a good old fashioned fucking. But...is your ass prepared? Is your rectum clean? We're going to find out...and if you're dirty, you will be properly cleaned." As she said these words, her fingernails were tracing the crack of my ass. I shivered in place.
Her fingernails then began to trace my lips...voluntarily, I opened my mouth. "Your mouth will be used and enjoyed this weekend." She then asked me a very direct question. "Do you enjoy sucking cock?"
I felt my head move up and down and then in a weak voice, I said. "Yes Maam."
"Well, Frank...we're going to have to see...just how good of a cock sucker she is." Her voice had been directed towards her husband.
She stood to my side; she whispered this message into my ear. "This weekend, you will remain silent. If I wish to hear your voice...it's because I asked you a question, therefore, I'm expecting to hear an answer. Do you understand me?
In a weakened voice, I heard myself say, "Yes Mistress."
"If you utter a simple word, a simple sentence...you will be disciplined." Her voice was sharp...my body shivered; I believed her.
She then took my hand in hers...she directed her voice to her husband. "The next time you see her...she will be cleaned inside and out." She then led me out of the living room. With my hand in hers, she led me through her home...up a flight of stairs to the 2nd floor, down a hallway and into a bedroom. The bedroom was scarcely decorated...I guessed it was a queen size bed, the mattress was protected with plastic...a bathroom was within a few feet of the bed; I was nervous.
She led me to the side of the bed. She instructed me to lay flat on my stomach...and to spread my legs apart. The plastic felt cold, but I wasn't going to dis-obey her. I was placing myself in a vulnerable position. I had experienced an enema on prior occasions...my husband was very prone and proficient in preparing my ass for a good fucking. Of course, I had never received an enema from a woman before.
"You're nervous." She said to me. "You're in very capable hands." She was standing to the side of the bed, looking down on me. "You look like a helpless child...soon you will be clutching your tummy and your face will grimace as the cramps race through your body...your bowels are going to become full...you're going to squirm helplessly, begging and pleading for relief...and so starts your punishment."
She went into her bathroom and returned wearing a rubber glove. She sat by the bed and her movements were very decisive. I buried my face in the plastic...my body was shaking, shivering; I was scared. She didn't have any lubrication and so, she didn't apply any lubrication to her gloved finger, and too, she didn't apply any lubrication to my anus. I'm not sure if my pussy was wet or not...but she elected not to check; she elected not to use any natural lubrication. Instead, she spread my ass cheek apart...I felt the cool air against my anus...then I felt her finger against my anus. She was very deliberate...she began to twist her finger into my anal passage...working her finger into the lower part of my rectum. It was very tight...and I squirmed on the bed as her finger invaded my body.
She used her finger like a plunger...my eyes were watering, the pressure was getting intense. I was on the verge of tears for only one reason; I knew that my ass was dirty. She was digging deeper and deeper, forcing her finger into my rectum. When she withdrew her finger from my recturm, I heard her say, "JoLyn, look at my finger."
I didn't want to turn my head in her direction. I was pressing my face into the plastic, wishing that I had pooped before leaving for the party. I had the chance, but I was running late and my husband didn't tolerate tardiness. Not reacting to her instruction...I felt as sharp slap on my right ass cheek. I cried out. Reluctantly, I lifted my head and looked in her direction. She was showing me her finger, the finger that had been in my rectum. It was stained. This was the beginning of a very humiliating experience...one that will never be forgotten.
"I will not tolerate a dirty slave." She pulled the soiled glove off her hand and discarded it in the bathroom. I heard some commotion in the bathroom...and I became very fearful. When she returned to the side of the bed, my eyes grew wide. She explained to me that the capacity of the enema was a full gallon. Dangling from the bag was a hose, and at THE END
From the garage, we entered a mud room...into a spacious kitchen. She reached into a cabinet and retrieved a wine glass...she then poured herself a glass of wine. I remained quiet, passive...seemingly standing alone in this woman's kitchen. She didn't ask me if I wanted a glass of wine. Without speaking, she turned and left the kitchen...in the distance, I heard a television. She was walking towards the commotion and of course, I was walking in back of her. Her home was beautiful...the artwork, the furnishings...everything about her was meticulous. At long last, we entered a living room and seated on the sofa was a man.
It became clear to me that this was her husband. They kissed each other...she chose to sit next to him on the sofa. He turned the television off and said, "So this is your toy for the weekend. I must say, I'm impressed."
The woman didn't let her husband steal the show. Her voice was directed towards me. "Stand before me JoLyn. I've waited long enough...I want to see you naked." And her next sentence revealed that she expected me to remove my clothes.
I took the few steps until she motioned me to stop. I was within 5' of where she was seated. My knees were trembling. I was nervous, apprehensive...scared. I glanced at the man...her husband...he was smiling from ear to ear. He was enjoying this moment. I had no idea where he fit into the equation.
Equation?? I began to ask myself... What was I doing...standing in this woman's living room, a perfect stranger...and yet; she had known my husband's name. I kicked off my shoes...my pussy was tingling...the thought of removing my clothes excited me and glancing towards this man's crotch, it became apparently clear; he wanted to see me naked. Focusing my attention to this woman, I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it...next, I lowered the zipper to my skirt; the fabric fell to the floor. My pussy was in full view...and her husband gave his moan of approval. Unhooking my bra, the garment fell to the floor. I took a few deep breaths and felt their eyes on my naked form.
I was trembling in place...she told me to stand with my arms to my sides. "Your pussy is quite beautiful to look at...there's no need for you to cover your pussy with your hands." Her voice was soft, comforting...and still, she was being very direct.
She wanted to know the size of my breasts. "I'm a 32b Maam." She wanted to know if my nipples were sensitive to the touch. Without question, they were and so...I politely told her so.
My stomach was flat...I was 32 years of age; I worked out in the gym on a semi-daily basis. My husband and I had been married for 8 years. The BDSM lifestyle was practiced within our marriage; my husband owned me. He was loaning me out? In the back of my mind, I knew that this man, this woman's husband was going to fuck me. Was my husband aware of this? I continued to tremble in place...when she told me to turn around. I simply obeyed her.
When she directed me to bend over at the waist, I complied with her wish. When she told me to reach behind, to spread my ass cheeks far apart...I obeyed her. I was in this position when she asked me, "Do you enjoy anal sex?"
My eyes were closed and every muscle in my body was tighteneing. I answered her by saying, "Yes Maam." My husband long ago, had explained to me what the purpose of my asshole served. In a vanilla setting...it was used to defecate. In a submissive state of mind...it was used to grasp his cock, my rectum was to store his cum when he would reach his orgasm.
When she told me to turn around...I couldn't help but notice; her husband was massaging his crotch. His eyes looked different...he was seemingly drooling at the lips; he wanted to fuck me. As if this woman was aware, she said. "You're going to satisfy my husband later this evening. You're going to enjoy the flavor of his cock and you will feel his cock in your body." My attention was brought back to her voice. "My husband is a sexual animal...he can be very demanding. When the time arrives; you will obey him. If you fail...he will punish you." Her voice was final...there was no room for debate.
A few moments passed...the reality of the moment was settling into my brain. "I promised you that you were going to be punished. Your punishment is going to be uncomfortable...I dare say, you will never want to question my authority." She stood up and approached me. Her fingernails caressed the side of my face...they trailed down my neck, she circled my nipples...the sharpness of her nails were felt on my stomach...she circled my belly button and eventually; she played with my pussy lips.
"Your pussy is primed for a good old fashioned fucking. But...is your ass prepared? Is your rectum clean? We're going to find out...and if you're dirty, you will be properly cleaned." As she said these words, her fingernails were tracing the crack of my ass. I shivered in place.
Her fingernails then began to trace my lips...voluntarily, I opened my mouth. "Your mouth will be used and enjoyed this weekend." She then asked me a very direct question. "Do you enjoy sucking cock?"
I felt my head move up and down and then in a weak voice, I said. "Yes Maam."
"Well, Frank...we're going to have to see...just how good of a cock sucker she is." Her voice had been directed towards her husband.
She stood to my side; she whispered this message into my ear. "This weekend, you will remain silent. If I wish to hear your voice...it's because I asked you a question, therefore, I'm expecting to hear an answer. Do you understand me?
In a weakened voice, I heard myself say, "Yes Mistress."
"If you utter a simple word, a simple sentence...you will be disciplined." Her voice was sharp...my body shivered; I believed her.
She then took my hand in hers...she directed her voice to her husband. "The next time you see her...she will be cleaned inside and out." She then led me out of the living room. With my hand in hers, she led me through her home...up a flight of stairs to the 2nd floor, down a hallway and into a bedroom. The bedroom was scarcely decorated...I guessed it was a queen size bed, the mattress was protected with plastic...a bathroom was within a few feet of the bed; I was nervous.
She led me to the side of the bed. She instructed me to lay flat on my stomach...and to spread my legs apart. The plastic felt cold, but I wasn't going to dis-obey her. I was placing myself in a vulnerable position. I had experienced an enema on prior occasions...my husband was very prone and proficient in preparing my ass for a good fucking. Of course, I had never received an enema from a woman before.
"You're nervous." She said to me. "You're in very capable hands." She was standing to the side of the bed, looking down on me. "You look like a helpless child...soon you will be clutching your tummy and your face will grimace as the cramps race through your body...your bowels are going to become full...you're going to squirm helplessly, begging and pleading for relief...and so starts your punishment."
She went into her bathroom and returned wearing a rubber glove. She sat by the bed and her movements were very decisive. I buried my face in the plastic...my body was shaking, shivering; I was scared. She didn't have any lubrication and so, she didn't apply any lubrication to her gloved finger, and too, she didn't apply any lubrication to my anus. I'm not sure if my pussy was wet or not...but she elected not to check; she elected not to use any natural lubrication. Instead, she spread my ass cheek apart...I felt the cool air against my anus...then I felt her finger against my anus. She was very deliberate...she began to twist her finger into my anal passage...working her finger into the lower part of my rectum. It was very tight...and I squirmed on the bed as her finger invaded my body.
She used her finger like a plunger...my eyes were watering, the pressure was getting intense. I was on the verge of tears for only one reason; I knew that my ass was dirty. She was digging deeper and deeper, forcing her finger into my rectum. When she withdrew her finger from my recturm, I heard her say, "JoLyn, look at my finger."
I didn't want to turn my head in her direction. I was pressing my face into the plastic, wishing that I had pooped before leaving for the party. I had the chance, but I was running late and my husband didn't tolerate tardiness. Not reacting to her instruction...I felt as sharp slap on my right ass cheek. I cried out. Reluctantly, I lifted my head and looked in her direction. She was showing me her finger, the finger that had been in my rectum. It was stained. This was the beginning of a very humiliating experience...one that will never be forgotten.
"I will not tolerate a dirty slave." She pulled the soiled glove off her hand and discarded it in the bathroom. I heard some commotion in the bathroom...and I became very fearful. When she returned to the side of the bed, my eyes grew wide. She explained to me that the capacity of the enema was a full gallon. Dangling from the bag was a hose, and at THE END
