Under My Hands
by Chris Snow
Copyright
2011 by Chris Snow
Smashwords Edition
Author’s
Note:
All characters in this work of fiction are 18 years old or
older.
Under
My Hands
Chapter 1
I have been giving professional massages for four or five years, working out of a back room in my home. I am good. Most of my customers are women; they seem to like to pamper themselves and feel the sensations only an expert can give them. Of course it doesn’t hurt that I am an attractive middle aged man with an easy going personality and the ability to make my customers feel comfortable.
Most of the time I go out of my way to make sure my female customers do not see any hint of sexual interest in my attitude toward them. I focus on their muscular issues and spout all kinds of professional jargon about treating their condition, loosening this tightness, strengthening that muscle, stretching this tendon, etc. etc. Most of them get undressed and put on the special shorts and halter tops that I provide. I keep their bodies covered with a sheet except for the area I am working on. I am well aware that if I did anything sexual most women would never come back and I could be arrested.
However this is not always the case. Sometimes I get a customer who shows signs of wanting a little more stimulation. In these cases, I go very slowly making sure I am reading the signs right and not doing anything overt until the woman has gone so far that she would have to admit that she was asking for it. And to make sure she can’t claim later that I forced her, I make a secret audio and video recording of all my sessions.
Joanna was one such woman. The first time I gave her a full body massage I noticed a pronounced pleasure reaction when I massaged her lower back, my fingers just skimming the top of the crack in her buttocks. She squirmed slightly and made a soft noise. I said nothing and did nothing more that first time.
The next time she came in she made a point of telling me how much she had enjoyed her first massage. I said I was glad and that I would try to make it even better for her this time. She lay on her stomach on the table and let her legs fall open more than normal. I omitted covering her with the sheet, pretending that I had forgotten. She didn’t complain. The back of her body was bare except for the halter and loose shorts.
I dribbled the pre-warmed massage oil on her back and gently spread it over her skin. Then I stood at the end of the table by her head and began kneading her muscles, starting at her neck and moving slowly down her back. It took me a full three minutes to reach her lower back and the top of her shorts. She was taking deep breaths and twisting her torso ever so slightly.
Instead of stopping at the top of her shorts I let my finger tips slide under and massage the muscles in the top two inches of her ass cheeks. When she made no protest I leaned forward and let the front of my pants make contact with the top of her head. My cock was rock hard and she could not help but feel it.
“Does this feel good?” I asked, moving my fingers vigorously and probing her ass muscles. The implication was that I was asking about the massage, not about my cock pressing against her scalp. I wanted to let her tell herself that my cock touching her was an accident and that she did not have to react to it. However, my hidden video camera would record that fact that she did not protest my leaning my groin against her head.
“Oh yes, that feels really good,” she purred.
Still I was determined to go slow and not do anything overtly sexual on this visit. My plan was to wait until the third session, which I would schedule at a time when I could keep her as long as I wanted. If she agreed to the third visit on those terms, I knew I had her.
So I proceeded with a normal massage and at the end got out my appointment book. She was sitting on the edge of the table in her halter and shorts as I spoke to her. “I would like to schedule your next session at the end of the day when I can devote as long as necessary to your treatment. There are areas that need more work.”
When she thought I was focused on my calendar, she sneaked a look at my pants and the unmistakable hump. I did not let her know that I was aware of her interest.
“How about this Saturday at four o’clock?” I said.
“That’s okay, but I would have to be home by six to fix dinner for my husband.”
“Then let’s make it three o’clock to be sure to have enough time,” I said as I wrote it down in the book. I did not wait for her agreement. “I will see you then.”
With that I left her so she could get dressed and leave when she was ready. It was all very professional; I wanted to keep her thinking that she might be imagining the sexual overtones. She could come on Saturday telling herself it was just going to be a normal massage, even though she was well aware of her sexual feelings.
At three o’clock on Saturday I was ready for her. The massage room was in a back corner of my house and had walls of thick concrete. When the massive oak door was closed, it was virtually soundproof. No one else was in the house or nearby. I adjusted the lighting so it was soft and low, and I lit some incense sticks. The video recording equipment would be activated automatically when she lay down on the table.
At the appointed hour, there was a knock on my front door and I greeted her. My manner was curt. “Good afternoon, Joanna. You are right on time. I like that. Please go into the massage room and change into the shorts and halter. I will join you shortly.”
Joanna was naturally a shy person, and on that day she was doubly so. She could hardly look at me. But I noticed that she was wearing a sexier outfit than in her prior visits. Her ample breasts bulged out of a tight sweater, and her ass was clearly outlined by a snug skirt. Without a word, she walked down the hall into the massage room and closed the door behind her.
I gave her five minutes. When I entered the room she was sitting on the edge of the table, naked except for the halter and shorts. She had made no effort to cover herself with the sheet.
“Please lie down on your back and we will begin,” I said. While she was positioning herself I went over to the CD player on a side table and started some sensual Middle Eastern music, turned down so that it was barely audible.
“Now I am going to put this cool cloth over your eyes. It will feel good and help you relax.”
The cloth I put on her forehead was really a soft bag filled with cooled liquid. It wasn’t very cold, more the temperature of cool tap water, and I knew it would feel refreshing. With what I was about to do to heat her up, she was going to welcome a little cooling.
“Let the darkness and the music take you to another place while I massage you,” I said soothingly.
“Ummm…”
I began by lightly rubbing her right wrist and the top of her hand. Then I picked up her hand and massaged her palm with my thumb. She sighed and seemed to settle deeper into the table. Without her noticing I slipped a wrist cuff over her hand and clipped it to a ring on the side of the table. Her right arm was immobilized.
“Your hands contain many nerves and respond with pleasure to being massaged,” I said. “Now I will do the other one.”
Lifting her left wrist I took each finger in turn and pulled gently. When I had covered them all I held her lower arm while I brought the noose of the cuff over her fingers and tightened it on her wrist. A quick clip to the ring and she was effectively restrained on her back on the table, even though she did not yet know it.
She looked completely relaxed and ever so vulnerable lying there. Her firm breasts fell slightly to the sides as they rose and fell with her breathing. The soft fabric halter had elastic at the edges to keep it in place, but it did not offer much support. Her bare stomach invited my hands to begin at the top and slide slowly down. Made of the same soft fabric as the halter, the shorts around her hips covered what I expected were sexy bikini panties. She kept her legs together, but that did not hide the hint of the treasure between her smooth, plump thighs.
Seeing her like this and knowing that I had her under my power was exhilarating. My cock pushed against my loose pants as hard as it had ever been. I planned to use my voice to take over her head as my hands took over her body. She was going to learn that she had no choice but to submit to whatever I wanted, and that knowledge was going to free her sexuality to experience things she had only dreamed of. I had the strong sense that she was a woman who needed a strong man to tell her what to do, and to inflict a little physical pain when she made a show of resisting.
I positioned myself at the head of the table and leaned over her, putting the tips of my fingers on her bare chest above the halter. My cock touched the top of her head through my pants. In a soft deep voice I whispered in her ear, “Now the real massage will begin.”
Before she could react I started moving my finger tips down over her shoulders and neck toward her heaving breasts. When I reached the edge of the halter I did not stop, but let my fingers slide under the cloth and onto the tops of her tits, moving slowly but firmly toward her nipples.
Instinctively she squirmed and tried to raise her arms. When she realized her wrists were tied to the table, she became nervous and anxious.
“What’s going on? I can’t move my hands! You have to stop….this is not right!”
But my fingers kept moving and were now teasing her rigid nipples, rubbing them gently between my thumbs and index fingers. At the same time I twisted my hips to drag my very stiff cock back and forth across her scalp. It was time to drop all pretenses and let her know where things stood.
“I am not going to stop and you really don’t want me to. In any case it is out of your control. I can do whatever I want to you.” To emphasize the point I pinched her nipples and pulled them to bring her tits upright on her body.
“Ohhh….stop right now. I will report you to the police!”
“No you won’t. You see I have a video and audio tape of all of our sessions together. It shows clearly that you wanted more than a normal massage. No one will believe that I did this against your will. After all, here you are late on a Saturday afternoon for a special three hour appointment, dressed in your sexiest clothes.”
“Ohhhhh goddddd…..what have I gotten into…….ahhh…..”
All the time I was talking, I was squeezing and manipulating her tits. The halter top had been pushed down so I had complete access. Her nipples were as big and hard as giant olives. I poured some massage oil on one breast and began rubbing it in. With my other hand I plucked at the nipple.
“Please…….I can’t stand this……..I’ll have to tell my husband.”
“You won’t do that,” I said. “You deserve some excitement in your life, and it’s much better for him not to know.”
I raised the bottle containing the oil and dribbled in on the other breast, letting it fall on the nipple and then ripple outward. My fingers followed and smoothed in all around, pushing and kneading the sensitive flesh.
She was getting turned on and starting to moan and breathe deeply. At that point I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth. As I sucked on it I nibbled it with my teeth, her hips began to move. I put a hand on her bare stomach and started it on its way toward her pussy. She resisted again and twisted her body to try to make it difficult for me to continue.
I could tell that she was highly aroused and knew that if I could convince her that holding back was futile she would submit and release herself to her lust. Reluctantly I pulled my mouth away from her tit and moved to the side of the table. Sitting down on a tall stool I put my mouth near her ear and my right hand high on her bare thigh.
“Now listen carefully Joanna. You have no choice but to obey me. Otherwise you are going to be shamed and your life ruined. But if you do as I say, I will keep our secret and not do anything to embarrass you. You know you have fantasized about this, and now it is really going to happen. I am going to make you do things that will give you pleasures you never imagined. You are going to be spanked and whipped. You are going to be tied in vulnerable positions and your body explored. You are going to be fucked in every possible way. You are going to do things to me that will give me pleasure. Above all, you will surrender yourself to my will.”
As I talked my hand moved up her thigh and under her shorts. My finger tips brushed against her panties and felt the wetness. She was sobbing softly but no longer twisting to avoid my hand. It was easy to pry up the edge of her panties and slip my fingers under and onto her swollen pussy.
“Ohhhhhh........please…….ohhhhhhh……. godddddd…….”
There is nothing more exciting to me than the first touch of my fingers on a very wet pussy. The extreme wetness is the undeniable indication of the woman’s arousal and loss of control. My fingers can play around in the slippery folds, exploring the ridges and grooves and darting in and out of the ever widening opening. It’s like running your hand around in wet clay.
Then there is the challenge of finding and exposing the little nub that will take the woman to the next level. In Joanna’s case, a little touch on this bud sent her hips into a humping motion against my hand. But I was not ready for her to cum yet.
“That’s a good girl. You are learning. But you need lots of training.”
I pulled my hand out from under her shorts. Grasping the waist band with both hands, I jerked her pants and panties down and off of her legs in one long motion. “Spread your legs,” I commanded.
She shuddered but did as I instructed, and I rewarded her with a massage of her exposed pussy. I let my middle finger slide under her ass and gently probe her hole, just to let her know that I could.
While her eyes were still covered I wanted to surprise her with a taste of my cock, which was definitely craving attention. I stood up and quietly removed my pants, watching her rub her legs together to try to replace my hand. She was consumed with lust and beyond caring what happened.
Standing at the end of the table I grabbed her under the arms and pulled her back so that her head hung over the edge. There was just enough slack in the wrist ties to let me do this. Then I pulled a little step stool out from under the table and stood on it so that my bare cock lay on top of her face.
“Lick it,” I said. “And don’t stop until I tell you.”
She did not hesitate. “Ohhhhh…..it’s sooo hard….” Her tongue worked up and down the length. Now I was the one doing the moaning. She took the initiative to lean her head further back so that she could get her tongue under my balls. Oh god, that felt good. I almost lost it right there.
I wanted to feel her lips around the tip and I pushed my cock down to angle it into her mouth. She groaned and took it, applying suction and her tongue at the same time. I leaned forward and pinched her nipples while driving my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged but kept sucking.
“Guggggg…..” Saliva was running out the corners of her mouth, mixed with my gushing precum. Finally, I gave her tits a hard squeeze and pulled back. It was important to me to make her admit that she was going to be my sex slave before I fucked her.
I pulled up the taller stool again and sat beside her, one hand returning to massage her wet pussy. With my other hand I removed the cloth from over her eyes and turned her head toward me. Tears had damped her cheeks and her eyes were still moist. Her lips were quivering from the contact with my cock and the stimulation from what my hand was doing between her legs.
I looked into her hot eyes and spoke to her calmly. “If you had any thoughts about the power of my video recordings, you can forget them now,” I said smiling. “All your sucking and wiggling and humping has been captured on tape.”
“Ohhhhhh…..”
“You are my sex toy. My little slave to do with as I wish. I am going to make you admit it!”
I thrust a long finger up into her pussy and rubbed my thumb against her clit. She raised her knees to give me better access and let me go deeper into her. Her surrender was complete.
“Ahhhhhhhh…….that’s soooo gooooddd……I am your sex toy…… ohhhhhh…… I will do whatever you want…..ummmmmm……… Just please don’t let anyone know……ohhhhh….don’t stop……..”
But I did stop. I wanted to humiliate her more before I let her have her release. “You will respond to all my commands with ‘yes sir’. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir……your hand….sir……please……I need more……….”
I slapped her sharply across her face. “I decide when you get more.”
She was shocked and began sobbing again.
“Go ahead and cry,” I said. “I like it. I am going to bring all of your emotions to the surface. Pain will make you cry and crying will merge with desire and make you let go. Now kiss me—and I want to feel that tongue in my mouth.”
Her lips were soft, hot, and moist. I pressed them with my open mouth and waited for her tongue. It came and darted around inside my mouth, licking everywhere it could reach. She didn’t want to be slapped again. I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her hard against me. With my other hand I pinched a nipple hard enough to cause pain make her start sobbing again, just what I wanted.
It was time to free her wrists and get her into a new position. I stood up and reached over her to release the clips. My voice was harsh and allowed for no argument. “Now get up on your hands and knees with your tits hanging down and your ass in the air.”
Between sobs she managed to gasp out a “yes sir” and rolled over on the table. Her ass came up and made a delightful picture. I opened a drawer and retrieved my short, multi thong whip, the one that stung and made a lot of noise but did not cut the skin.
“I am going to give you a sample of what will happen if you disobey me. Of course if I really have to punish you, it will be much worse than this little sample.”
SWishhhh----slapppp…….swishhhhh-----slappp……swhishhhhh----SLAPPP
Three times I let her feel the thongs of the whip across her ass. She cried out each time, but did not resist. I expected her to get even more turned on by being spanked, and that fact was confirmed when I put my hand up between her legs onto her pussy. It was wetter than before.
“Such a naughty little slut you are……let’s see how you like this….”
I took a well lubricated finger and put it at the entrance to her ass. A little pressure and the tip of my finger was gripped by her sphincter.
“Ohhhhh nooooo……not there…………please………….I have never………..”
“Quiet! What did I tell you about resisting? I am going to have to punish you some more. Now move your knees apart and hold still.”
For a moment she did not move, but then I pinched the back of her thigh and her legs parted. Now I had complete access to her pussy. With my free hand I gently massaged her pussy lips as I began to slowly push my finger up into her ass.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh……..what are you doing…….ohhhhhhh…..”
She was tight as the proverbial drum and it had to hurt, but her pussy was drenching my fingers. It was obvious that after I got her loosened up anal sex was going to be a big part of our future. I looked forward to thrusting my cock into her ass and making her squirm on it like a fish on a hook. But not that day.
You can call me squeamish, but I don’t like fucking a dirty ass. It is much better to give the woman a good enema, or two, beforehand. The enema itself gets her (and me) really turned on, while it stretches and cleans her. Plus I have developed some special massage techniques to use on the belly while the fluid is being held inside. I would save that for her next session.
“There. My finger is all the way in. Just relax and it will start to feel good.”
“Ohhhh….I don’t know…..it burns….but your fingers feel so good on my pussy…….”
Her ass was beginning to make small circles in the air as she adjusted to my probing finger. I wanted this first anal experience to be exciting for her, so I was gentle as I started to twist and pump my finger deep in her. At the same time I kept rubbing her pussy lips and teasing her clit.
“Ahhhhh…..ohh goddddddd…….yesssssss…….”
She was moaning and squirming and getting close. It was time to fuck her. I withdrew my finger and grabbed her hips. With a sharp tug I pulled her down off the end of the table so that her feet were on the floor and she was leaning face down on the padded top.
“Grab the edge of the table and don’t move,” I ordered.
Still groaning and breathing heavily she did as I said. She was so ready. I lifted her feet one at a time and put them on little platforms that I slid out from the base of the table. These platforms had been designed to raise the victim’s hips to the right height for me to take her from the rear.
There was one more thing I wanted to do to her to make sure she associated the ass play with pleasure. I took a string of beads, each one about half an inch in diameter, and after dipping it into an oily solution I pushed it slowly up into her ass. At least ten beads disappeared into her, leaving just the end of the string hanging out.
“Ahhhh…..”
This time she seemed to welcome the invasion of her ass, even though she had no idea what I had done. She was going to soon find out.
My cock had waited a long time and was eager to feel the hot, slippery walls of her pussy. I plunged into her in one hard thrust.
“Oh fuck……oh shiiit…….ohhhhhh….do me…….more….more…….harder damn it…..ohhhhhh.”
No more the shy little woman, Joanna was out of control and loving it. I knew we were both going to cum very quickly. For me the feeling started in my toes and surged up through my body. I leaned back, pushing deep, and took the end of the bead string in my hand.
Just as I felt the hot fluid begin to gush from my balls I pulled the beads slowly out of her ass. The little spheres popped out one a time, stimulating all the aroused nerve endings around her hole and sending her into orbit.
“OHHHHHHH…MY…..GODDDDDDDD……I’VE NEVER…NEVER… OHHHHH.”
I pumped her a dozen or so more times before collapsing on her back. We were both completely spent. After my breathing slowed I whispered in her ear.
“You liked that didn’t you, you little slut. That was the best massage you have ever had. And it is the first of many. Your next appointment is two weeks from today.”
“Yes sir,” she said.
Chapter 2
Saturday morning, two weeks later, I had just sat down at my desk when the phone rang. “Hello,” I answered in my professional therapist voice.
“Hello. It’s Joanna.” Her voice was weak and muffled, like she didn’t want to be over heard.
“Hello Joanna,” I said calmly, and then paused, waiting for her to speak first.
“Uhh.. do you still want me to come in today?”
I spoke firmly. “What did I tell you Joanna? It’s been two weeks. If you are not here promptly at 3 o’clock your hubby is going to get some interesting videos.”
“OK,” she whispered. “I’ll be there.”
“And Joanna,” I added. “You are to come looking slutty. Wear tight jeans and high heels.”
“Oh..”, was all she said before hanging up.
I felt a decided stirring in my loins as I contemplated what I was going to do with Miss Joanna that afternoon. The last time I had concentrated on giving her pleasure, hooking her and fueling her lust. The video recording of her easy submission and passion gave me control over her, and provided her with the excuse she needed to give reign to her dark desires. Now it was time for me to satisfy my craving to humble her completely and use her in ways most women would not permit.
Thinking about that Saturday two weeks ago when I had force fucked her, I remembered how good her ass looked. At the end of her massage I had her hanging over the end of the table with her bubble butt bulging out, round and firm. The deep cleft between her cheeks promised an exciting journey for Mr. Happy, but at that time I had limited myself to a normal doggie style pussy fuck, augmented by stimulating her rear hole with my special beads. Now that I had established my power over her I intended to take full advantage and enjoy that ass to its fullest. From her reaction last time to the beads, I knew that if I could get her to relax my ministrations would drive her crazy.
In spite of the fact that her visit was hours away, I got up and assembled the items I would be needing. For both our sakes I wanted her clean first, and that meant she must have two enemas. I knew from other experiences that giving a woman an enema humiliated her and usually broke through any final line of resistance she might have. Her most private functions were taken over by a man, leaving her with no reason to deny him anything.
For this purpose I had an old fashioned rubber bag with a nozzle tipped hose. I had added an extra length to this hose, so that I could hang it on a hook some distance from the massage table. The extra length also allowed me to suspend the bag from a rope and pulley, thereby giving me the ability to vary the water pressure by raising and lowering the bag.
I went into the massage room and attached the bag to the rope. Next I poured a few ounces of a special astringent solution into the bag. I would wait to add warm water later just before three o’clock. It was important that the water be at a comfortable temperature during the first enema. For the second one I would use colder water to shock her system and make her welcome the coming hot injection I was going to provide.
The other implement I made ready was a short, bamboo cane. Now that I had her under my control I wanted to show her the consequences of any disobedience. And a few burning stripes on her fine ass would create other areas of stimulation when I mounted her.
I had no other customers that day, and I stayed busy doing paperwork and surfing the net, with particular attention to my favorite BDSM sites. At ten minutes until three I went into my massage room and filled the enema bag with warm water. Shortly thereafter I heard her car pull up in front of the office. I waited at my desk, holding the bamboo cane in both hands and slowly rotating it. The wood was smooth and cool.
When I heard her footsteps on the porch I greeted her in my most authoritative voice. “The door’s open; come in Joanna.”
She opened the door and took a tentative step into the room. I have to say that the way she looked surprised and pleased me. My instructions to dress like a slut had been obeyed, and she looked sexy as hell. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head, with a few wisps dangling over her ears and forehead. The jeans could not have been any tighter, making me think that I might have to cut them off. Running my eyes up and down her body, I saw that she was had on heals at least four inches tall, which made her body arch forward provocatively.
Above the waist she was wearing a scoop necked, peasant style blouse made of a silky fabric that was a brilliant scarlet red. Some kind of super bra was molding her breasts into perfectly shaped cones that thrust against the body hugging shirt like the bumpers on a 1955 Buick. A pendant of black onyx dangled on a silver chain down into her cleavage.
She stood in the doorway fidgeting her hands in front of her and looking apprehensive. “I had to sneak out of the house,” she said. “My husband would have killed me if he had seen me dressed like this.”
I gave her a big smile. “You have done well. You look absolutely stunning. Close the door and come here.”
With a graceful turn she closed the door, pausing long enough for me to get a good look at the way her ass was shaped by the designer jeans. She knew I was ogling her, and she was enjoying showing off her body. As she began walking slowly toward my desk her eyes fell on the bamboo cane that I was tapping lightly against my palm.
“What’s that for?” she gasped.
“Your husband does not know how to handle you,” I said. “You need to be dressed up like this sometimes and made to do unspeakable things. This little stinger is going to help you do that.”
I came out from behind my desk and sat on the edge facing her. She stood two feet away, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot.
“You know what you want and what you need. And you know you don’t have any option but to let me give it to you. Now kiss me.”
Joanna took a deep breath and stepped forward between my spread legs. I let her take the lead in moving her mouth to mine. Tentative at first, her trembling lips attacked mine with a fierce hunger, and she pressed her needy body against me. Dressing as I instructed her had made her hot even before she arrived. My no nonsense words had brought her to boil.
“I’m so ready for this,” she mumbled between kisses.
But I was not going to make it easy for her. She was going to be taken to another level before she got the release she craved. I pushed her away and spoke sternly. “Put your hands behind your head.”
I stood and walked behind her, brandishing the cane. Her ass was outlined in the skin tight pants like a piñata ready to be broken. The fact that the fabric was in such close contact with her skin meant that the sting of the cane was going to be transmitted directly, with no buffer. I traced the contours of her ass with the end of the rod before giving her a smart whap across the center.
“OWWW…. What was that for? I have done what you told me,” she shrieked.
“That’s to let you know I can do whatever I want, with or without a reason. Do you accept that, or do you need more convincing?”
“Oh god… I accept it.. I have to….”
“And you want to, don’t you?”
“Damn you.. yes… yesssss. You know I want to.”
“Good. Now hold still.” I put the cane down on the desk within easy reach and went to work opening the buttons at the waist on her pants. She kept her hands behind her head and breathed deeply. With a little effort I pulled open the fly of the jeans and pealed them down over her hips, leaving them at mid thigh, where they gripped her tightly.
“There,” I said. “Now we can get down to business. Your pants can stay where they are for the time being. They will not interfere with my purposes. However, these bikini panties are going to have to come down too.”
“OOHHH…”
I slid her panties down to rest on top of the bunched jeans. The moisture on her pussy gleamed like morning due on summer grass. Kneeling down I studied her sex and explored it with my finger tips. Little moans escaped her throat as her hips began the tell tale humping motion of a woman seeking to capture the object of her desire.
“The next time you come, I want this pussy to be clean shaven,” I said. “Your bush is so thick I can hardly see what I am doing.”
“Yes Sir,” she groaned. “But you are doing wonderfully. I think I am about to cum.”
“Oh no you don’t,” I laughed, getting to my feet. “It’s time to go into the massage room. Now move.”
Poor Joanna could barely walk. The lowered pants bound her thighs together so she could take only baby steps. She hobbled as fast as she could with me urging her on by tapping her ass with the cane. “AAWWW….. I’m going… I’m going…..”
Once she was through the entrance into my back room, I closed the door and locked it, making sure she saw me drop the key into my pocket. It was another signal to her that she was under my power.
“Get over to the massage table and lean over it,” I barked. “Your treatment is about to begin.”
She started shuffling toward the massage bed, and at that moment she saw the enema bag hanging from the pulley, the hose coiled at the end of the plastic-covered mattress. On the end of the hose the enema nozzle with its ‘keeper ring’ laid waiting “OH NO,” she wailed. “Is that what I think it is?”
“It is indeed,” I said, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her the rest of the way until her thighs hit the edge of the table and she was forced to bend over. Then I yanked her hands to the other side and secured her wrists to the same loops I had used on her during her prior visit. She was now helplessly draped over the table, her bare ass in the air and completely vulnerable. I ran my hand over the smooth surface, probing and pinching to make her loosen up, while at the same time explaining the procedure.
“You are going to take two doses of my special solution, which will clean you so thoroughly that I could eat my dinner out of your ass, which I may very well do, and which you would enjoy very much I’m sure. No need for you to worry about getting dirty or smelly. When I think you are ready I will release you to go into my well ventilated bathroom, where you will have privacy. At the end you will take a shower. Then you will present yourself to me for me to take my pleasure.”
“OH MY GODDD… I never thought I would have this done to me, especially by a man. It’s so embarrassing.”
“Of course it is. I am taking control of one of your basic bodily functions. You can do nothing to stop me. Now just relax while I lubricate this nozzle with the juices from your pussy. I could use a jelly, but I prefer the natural approach.”
I teased her pussy with the tip of the nozzle and soon had an ample supply of slippery fluid coating the slender injector. It was only a short distance along a natural passage from her pussy to her ass, and I guided my probe to its destination. She squirmed and twisted, but to no avail as I worked the tip into position.
“Now breathe deeply and open your sphincter,” I cooed into her ear. Momentarily she clenched and bucked, but inevitably the greased probe found its way into her ass. To ease her discomfort I massaged her pussy lips gently with my fingers. Soon she relaxed and I was able to insert the plunger to the point where the ‘keeper ring’ popped into place and secured nozzle so it could not be ejected.
“There we are,” I said with a satisfied tone. “Now I will just open this valve and let gravity take over.”
There was a gurgling sound from the bag as air replaced the fluid that began flowing down the tube into Joanna. I had decided on a quart and half for the first dose, and I adjusted the valve so it would go in slowly and gradually fill up her bowels. I wanted her to feel it progress into her and dissolve away her resistance. While this was happening I amused myself by slapping her ass lightly with the cane.
“Ohhh goddddddd… ahhhhhhh….. whhooooo…..” A constant stream of noises came from her throat. She hunched up her back to try to relieve the pressure on her stomach as the fluid filled her. I ran my hand under the nozzle and onto her pussy to check her condition and found that she was even wetter than before.
“You are a good little slut,” I said. “Once you are clean I am going to really enjoy fucking your ass.”
“Oh yes…”, she moaned. “I want your cock in my ass. I want to feel it slide up into me and possess me.”
While the fluid gradually worked its way into her I took the opportunity to pull off her shoes and jeans. It took some jerking, but with her hands secured I was able to pull off her pants and bare her from the waist down.
At that point I looked at the limp enema bag and realized it was empty. She was full, but still needed some agitation for the cleanser to do its job. “Get up,” I said, unfastening her wrists. “You must hop around the room to churn your insides.”
The enema hose was long enough to let her move around with the nozzle still plugging her. I used the cane on her ass and legs to make her dance. It was quite a sight.
“OHH… I have to go now… please …. PLEASE…..”
“Count to ten slowly, and then you can go into the bathroom,” I said. She counted and danced, hopping from one foot to the other as I followed her with the cane, slapping not only her ass but her lower belly where I knew she was feeling the wash surging through her system.
“TEN,” she finally said and rushed through the door into the bathroom.
I let her go and turned up the volume on my sound system to drown out any unpleasant noises that might find their way through the bathroom door. As much as I liked ass play, I avoided the dirty stuff. For the next few minutes I kept myself occupied refilling the enema bag, this time with cool tap water, and getting the restraints ready for the next position I wanted her in.
Five minutes passed, and she still had not emerged. Getting a little worried I turned down the sound and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Everything okay in there?” I asked.
The only response I got was a heart wrenching sob. Now really concerned, I opened the door. Joanna was standing by the sink, looking at herself in the mirror with tears running down her face. Her bright red shirt stood out in sharp contrast with the naked flesh below her waist. I came up behind and wrapped my arms around her.
“What’s the problem, Joanna?”
She caught her breath as a heavy sob racked her body. I cupped her tits and waited patiently for her to tell me what was causing her so much distress. Finally she lifted her eyes and looked at me in the mirror.
“I feel so dirty and guilty. How have I gotten to this point where you can abuse me and humiliate me so?”
“Joanna, I am not abusing you. I am doing what we both want.”
“I may want it, but I don’t think I can handle it.”
I smiled at her agonized reflection. “It doesn’t matter. Stop torturing yourself over making some decision that you no longer have the power to make. I am not giving you any choice. If you walk out of here and I release the videos, including the one I just made, your life will be ruined. If you stay and submit to me you will experience secret pleasures and store exciting memories that will add spice to your life for years to come.”
“Oh, I don’t know…..”
“Enough of this,” I said harshly. “Now let’s get those big tits of your out of the confines of your wonder bra where I can get at them.” My hands moved up her stomach to where I could pull the bra down and lift her tits free. I left the bra under them to push them up and out against her blouse. Her hard nipples made dents the size of thimbles in the thin, red fabric.
“Come with me so I can insert the nozzle again and rinse you out.”
“Oh goddd….”
I took her hand firmly and led her back into the massage room. It was important that she accept the fact that she had no choice in the matter. Only that resignation would permit her to relax and give free reign to the lust that I knew was bubbling under the surface.
For her second enema I wanted her on her back with her legs in the air. That way I could tease her pussy while the fluid was flowing. For this ‘rinse’ cycle I planned to use two full quarts of water, and to raise the bag to increase the pressure and force the water deep into her system.
“Up we go,” I said lifting her under her arms and sitting her on the end of the table. “Now lie back and put your arms over your head.” When she hesitated I took hold of both of her nipples through her blouse and pinched, gradually increase the pressure until she gasped and flopped on her back.
“You are still being naughty,” I said as I walked to the other end of the table and secured her wrists in the leather straps. “You will learn that any delays in responding to my commands will be costly.”
Next I retrieved a spreader bar from under the table and attached it to her ankles. The telescoping bar allowed me complete flexibility in how far apart I wanted her legs; I settled on about three feet. Fortunately the ceiling in my massage room contained several exposed beams, which were perfect for affixing lines and pulleys. I tied a rope to the middle of the bar and hoisted her legs up and back toward her head like I was raising a flag.
“OH NOOO… What are you doing? I am so exposed… This is too much to bear….”
It was certainly true that she was exposed. Every nook and cranny of her pussy and ass was open to my inspection and manipulation. I started with her pussy and took my time. It wasn’t long before my fingers were wet and her protests turned into moans and whimpers.
“That’s better my dear. Just take it easy and you’ll be fine.” My finger tip was dabbing at her clit, and I knew I could set her off if I kept that up. “No cuming until I tell you,” I warned. “We want to save that for when I bugger your ass.”
“Oh godd….”
“Now I am going to grease up your little friend and insert it so we can freshen up your insides.” Her stretched open position made it easy for me to slip the nozzle into her hole. I twisted it slowly back and forth to make sure she felt it as it went in. Her muscles spasmed like she was not sure whether she wanted to suck it in or push it out. But no matter; when the retainer ring popped past her sphincter, the nozzle was longed firmly in place.
She twisted and squirmed on the table, making her breasts wobble under her shirt in a most delectable way. “Ready sweetheart?” I asked, to let her know I was about to open the valve.
“Yes, damn you…. do me…. But I don’t know how I am supposed to hold it in when you have me tied in this position.”
“Don’t worry. I am going to plug you like putting a cork in a bottle. Here we go.”
The bag was at least three feet above the table, and the fluid flowed into her like water from a garden hose. Her passages were already cleaned, so there were no obstacles. I knew she would be feeling the cool liquid climbing rapidly through her tunnels. To heighten the sensation I lowered my head and began licking her pussy.
“JESUS CHRIST….. OH MY GODDDDD……” Her ass bounced on the table as the muscles in her legs contracted and released. She was no longer thinking about being humiliated and embarrassed; she was in the world of sensations. I loved seeing women in this state and knowing that I had put them there.
When I thought there was enough water in her to manipulate I put my hands on her belly and kneaded her flesh in a way I knew would work the fluid around and cause a pleasant kind of cramping. It was a technique my mentor had taught me and it never failed to turn a woman into a bowl of pulsating jelly. Joanna would remember this massage for a long time to come.
Again a gurgling noise announced that the last of the water had flowed out of the bag and into Joanna’s intestines. It was time to plug her and start the agitation for the rinse cycle. I lubricated the plug and positioned it so I could push it in quickly when the nozzle was removed. Her sphincter would hold the fluid only for a few moments and she needed to be corked promptly.
The plug contained an air bladder that was attached to what looked like a miniature bicycle pump. Once it was in place, a little air was pumped in to make the bladder expand and seal the opening. The pump was then detached, leaving a short tube with a valve on the end.
“When I let you go to the bathroom you can remove this plug by opening the valve and letting the bladder deflate,” I explained to the writhing and moaning woman on the table. A few quick motions and it was done. The next step was to slap her ass with my hand to make her twist and squirm so that liquid would slosh around and do its job.
“AHHHH.. Ohhh that stings.. Whooo, where is it going now…. My godddd….”
By slapping first one cheek, then the other, I made her swivel her hips back and forth, driving the water like the agitator in a washing machine. Every twenty seconds or so I felt her pussy to make sure she was still turned on and wet. The whole idea was to keep her hot while preparing her for what was to come. After a couple of minutes I could see she was tiring.
“I think that’s enough. I’m going to release you now to go into the bathroom. When you are done get into the shower. I will join you there.”
“Oh thank you Sir, I don’t think I can take much more,” she said gratefully.
Gingerly she eased her body off of the table and pigeon-walked into the bathroom. Watching her humiliation and helplessness hardened me even more than I already was. She was my sex toy to play with as I wanted. I began removing my clothes.
Somewhere along the path of my explorations of the erotic I had discovered the wonders of the sex sling. After much research I had purchased a remarkable device of incredible flexibility. It was made of soft leather with multiple straps and harnesses for positioning the body in every conceivable position. Two chains allowed you to suspend it from pre-positioned hooks in the ceiling, and I had installed hooks in various rooms of my house, including in the large shower where Joanna was now washing herself.
The really unique feature of this sling was that with the woman in it you could turn it upside down and flip her from being face up to being face down, and visa versa. Thus you could play with her breasts and pussy, and then in a flash have her ass up and her tits hanging down for whatever you wanted to do to them.
I waited for about five minutes after I heard her start the shower; then I took this special toy and a big bath towel, and entered the bathroom. Mr. Happy preceded me like the javelin of a knight on horseback.
Joanna was standing in the warm water spray from the multiple adjustable jets in the huge shower stall. I had built this shower so that four people could be in there together and all have hot water on whatever parts of their body they wished. The water was heated by an in line adapter on my furnace and never ran out.
I turned off the water and draped the fluffy towel over her shoulders. “How do you feel?” I asked.
Her long black hair had come down and was soaked and matted to her neck and shoulders. The black pendant between her hard-nippled tits was her only cover, and the expression on her face was one of resignation, tinged with excitement. She made no move to hide her body from me, and looked with interest at my rampant erection and the leather hardness dangling from my hand.
She smiled. “I feel drained… and very, very clean.”
I began attaching the chains to the hooks in the ceiling. “Dry yourself and tell me what it was like having all that liquid wash through your body.” I saw her eyes get wide as she took in the nature of the contraption I was assembling.
“It was very sensual,” she said. “I had no idea that part of my body could feel so sexual. Even the cramping was erotic. What is that thing you’re hanging up?”
“It’s a special kind of hammock. The brand name is “Sex Net”, and you are going in it. It will allow me to maneuver you into any position I want.”
“Uh oh.”
“Come sit right here,” I said, taking the towel away.
The leather seat was like a child’s swing, and once Joanna was in it, her arms and legs could be secured with the various straps that were part of the “net”. Another strap went around her waist and a third under her arm pits to circle her chest just above her breasts. There was a maze of lines and pulleys that I could use to control the position of any part of her body.
I began by hoisting her off the floor and laying her on her back. Her head was hanging down and her hips were the highest point on her body. I adjusted the ropes until her pelvis was in line with mine. The self-locking pulleys engaged and held her in that position.
“Let’s see how your pussy has survived your ordeal,” I said. By moving up between her splayed legs I could lay my granite hard on directly on top of her fur covered hot spot. A little back and forth sawing motion and she was running like a leaky faucet. Her hips jerked upward trying to capture me.
“OHHH… You’ve got me sooo hot,” she moaned. “PLEASE FUCK ME NOW….”
“I’m going to fuck you all right, but not like this. You know what all the preparation has been for.”
“Oh goddd… yes I know. But I’m scared. That’s never been done to me before.”
The head of my cock nudged her clit. “Do you want me to stop?”
“NOO… DON’T STOP.”
I laughed. “You don’t have the power to stop me anyway. I am going to have you in the ass, and you are going to love it.”
Stepping back I pulled on the magic rope that flipped her legs back over her head and turned her upside down. I spun her around so that her ass presented itself to me. It was at just the right height. I was ready to go to work on it when I noticed how enticing her tits looked hanging free and vulnerable.
“My little milk cow,” I teased as I knelt and pulled on her elongated nubs. She shook her body in the harness, making her tits dance and putting more pressure on her nipples.
“Yes.. YES…. I’m whatever you want me to be.”
I slapped her tits a couple of times and stood up. From a niche in the shower wall I retrieved a plastic bottle. “This is a special lotion. The secret of giving you pleasure instead of pain the first time is lots of lubricant, applied continuously. That’s one reason we are doing this in the shower.”
“OHHHHH… JUST GET ON WITH IT… For god’s sake..”
I soaked my fingers with the creamy fluid and traced a path down the crack of her ass and up onto her pussy, where I wiggled my finger tips. Her hips bucked and twisted, causing the sling to sway from side to side.
“Doesn’t your husband ever do things like this to you?”
“God no,” she moaned. “He would never even think of something like this.”
I dabbed some lotion on her clit, and then moved my fingers back up the channel to the opening that was about to be enlarged. “You should not have to miss out on life’s great pleasures. Keep coming to me and you can have it both ways--your stable, vanilla marriage, and all the sexual excitement you can stand.”
“Ummmm.. that feels so gooood… I think you’re… right. This.. may.. be… the best thing…. for my…… marriage. OHH…..”
Holding the bottle in my left hand, I poured another stream into the valley and worked it around with two fingers of my right hand. “This is a very special concoction. It has a wonderfully exotic aroma, and tastes like mangos. I can’t resist a little lick.”
My tongue borrowed between her cheeks and teased her tightly closed rose. She shivered and sighed, but her body’s automatic response kept her ass clenched. I needed to apply a stimulus to a different area to make her relax, and the proximity of her pussy made that the logical spot. A well lubed finger tip replaced my tongue at her entrance, while my lips moved back onto her swollen and wet pussy. When I began sucking and tonguing her clit, her ass muscles suddenly released, and my finger slid up into her to the first knuckle.
“AAGGGGHH…”
After that she was incapable of talking. She was lost to the sensations, and I could tell from her spastic breathing that she was having a series of small orgasms. I kept the pressure on her ass with my finger. My other hand replaced my mouth on her pussy, and I used it to make her body swing like a pendulum in the harness, with every oscillation impaling my finger deeper. Damn, she was hot.
“Open up Joanna. You know you want to. Tell your ass to behave.”
My voice seemed to reach some nerve center and switch her from being an excited but reluctant participant to being a wanton slut, abandoning all control. The tunnel walls expanded, making room for two and then three of my fingers. She was ready.
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