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Chapter 2 Preparation
You have left me alone for some time. I am still handcuffed to the bed and I am naked, but my blindfold has been removed. I am tired, but I cannot rest. I cannot understand why my penis is still hard as I recall what has happened. It feels like a dream. Now I can see again I wonder if it was all real. But the bedroom is lit by the fairy lights around your bed and if I strain I can see my body. There are marks down my body; my nipple appears to have a bruise beneath the skin. My penis is scratched and sore from bite marks. My face is still sticky from the saliva and semen cocktail that was deposited there and I can still taste my own semen. No it really happened alright. And I realise what a sight I must be. And why does my penis get even harder as I think about this?
Finally as I am drifting with my thoughts you come back into the room. And the contrast couldn't be starker. You are clean and made up with bright lipstick and dressed in what I think is a whalebone corset. Your breasts are squeezed together and bursting out the top of the corset. From the bottom of the corset hang straps that lead to the sheer black seamed stockings that you are wearing. Over your stockings you are wearing a pair of small boots with a high stiletto heel that looks like steel. You are also wearing a long pair of gloves that look like leather and come up over your elbows. Between the bottom of the corset and the top of your stockings you are quite naked. And so I get to see for the first time those bits of you that I have licked and sucked and feasted upon.
You stand there with your legs apart and let my eyes roam over you. You are aroused. I can see it in your face. I suspect you are already wet. You lift your leg and put the sole of your shoe on my hard penis. You roll my penis beneath the sole of your shoe. I gasp, but my penis just gets harder. I gaze at you and I can now see that you are wet.
Then you stand away again and speak. 'Time to get you cleaned up I think. But first I need to be sure that you are going to be submissive for the rest of the night. When I release you I want you to get off the bed and lie on the floor.' You unlock the handcuffs and I do as you ask. You come and stand over me, your legs straddling my body. I find myself hoping that you are going to let me lick you again. But you just look into my eyes and tell me to open my mouth. You raise your leg and put your stiletto heel into my mouth. 'Now suck and lick until I say it is clean.' And, of course, that is what I do. First one heel, so far into my mouth that I can feel its tip at the back of my throat. Then the other one and it is so humiliating yet I can't remember when I have been more turned on. You take your heel out of my mouth and roll my penis below the sole of your shoe again. I think I am going to cum, but you stop in time. 'Ok I think you have passed your test. Let's go and get you clean.'
You take me to your bathroom pulling me along by my penis. Once there you remove your gloves and pick up a body brush. I don't think it is a scrubbing brush more an exfoliation brush. You stand me in the bath and then pull my hands behind my back and handcuff my hands together. Then you say 'I have lot's of hot water but I don't want to waste it on you. And I think it will be good for you to have a cold shower and see if we can get rid of this erection. Just do as I say until you are clean.' And with that you turn on the tap and the water is icy and I try to step away, but you just tell me to stop being a baby. The shock of the cold has taken my breath away, but not my erection. It is the only hot part of my body and is harder than ever. What do I want I wonder?
Then you squirt some soap onto my chest and begin to rub me with the brush. You are rough and it hurts and you spend extra time on my nipples that are still very sore. You smile as you see me wince. The cold water acts to ease the pain a little but I am frozen. Then you put the soap on my penis and start with the brush again. You pull my skin back and brush without mercy. I gasp out loud again. The pain would be bad enough if my penis was not battered and bruised, but it is. I cannot keep still trying to pull away, but it is no use. Why doesn't my penis seem to mind? And then it is my balls and again there is no mercy. You rinse me under the cold water and undo the handcuffs only to reapply them in front of my body. You get me to raise my arms and brush under my arms and then it is my back. Finally it is my behind. You get me to bend over and brush and pull my cheeks apart and brush hard hurting my anus. But even then under this abuse and under the cold water I feel a pulse in my behind that tells me I am craving the attention. And you can tell and give me more. And I thrust towards you to help.
And then it is over. You rinse me off and turn off the water. I stand there naked, dripping and frozen apart from my hot erection. You say ' I think before we dry you off you need a shave.' I guess my stubble is a bit rough although I would rather be dry and warm first. 'Not your face silly I like that that is rough when you are between my legs. It turns me on. But I quite like the shaved chest and your scrotum and arse need to be shaved for my pleasure.' With that shaving gel is spread over my chest and quickly shaved. Then my belly and pubis and balls. You leave me with a small bit of pubic hair in the middle, but even this you trim up with scissors. Then you turn me around and lather my behind getting me to bend over and part my legs wide. I keep very still as the razor goes right to my anus. When you have finished there is no trace of hair except where you have chosen to leave it. Suddenly you turn on the cold water for a final rinse that makes me jump. Once rinsed you wrap me in a soft towel and hold me to you as you dry me. My skin starts to glow as I warm up and where I have been brushed.
You lead me back to your bedroom and place a dry towel on the bed for me to lie on. You reach for a bottle and start to rub warm oil into my skin. You take special care of my nipples that respond to the attention. My bare chest begins to glisten. Then you start on my balls and penis, still hard of course. You are gentle but insistent. Enough to produce some precum from my penis. You wipe this off with your finger and put it into my mouth where I lick it clean without needing to be told. Then you turn me over and start on my back. Then you ask me to get on my knees but keep my head down and move my legs as far apart as I can. You start to oil my bottom and then work towards my anus. Your slippery finger easily slips into my anus and I murmur in pleasure. Then it is two fingers and I groan. When you have finished with me you remove your fingers and cross the room.
You come back with some kind of latex dildo. But not like anything I have ever seen. It is about 8 inches long and maybe about 2 fingers in diameter. But every inch along its length there is a round ball that is twice as thick. You show it to me and put it in my mouth. 'I am going to put this inside you' you say. 'I will oil it first, but you must not resist. It will give us both much pleasure later.' You coat the thing in oil and then press it against my entrance. You press very gently at first and it slips in a little. I don't resist; it is only the size of the fingers that you have just had inside me. It eases up inside me and then stops as the first ball reaches my opening. 'Now you must be brave you say.' And you push a little harder. I believe this will tear my anus apart, but you gently encourage me to push back. I do and you start to push harder. I can feel my anus stretching but surely it can never accommodate this thing. Just as I think it is impossible it suddenly passes through the point of no return and is almost sucked up into me. I can feel this ball passing up into me filling me like I have never been filled before. And then the next ball is there and this time it is easier and it slips into me and up me. By the time five balls are inside me I know I can take no more. I feel as though my insides are being skewered. But you make me take one more and then you stop. You turn me over and say 'Ok you are almost ready. I am afraid I must tie you down again just in case you try to resist.' My hands are handcuffed to the bed again. 'I must tie your legs as well this time to keep you still.' You tie a thin rope to my ankle and pass it under the bed and then you pull my legs apart and tie the rope to the other ankle. I feel the dildo move inside me. But there is nothing I can do, I am completely immobilised.
'There now you are ready.' Ready for what I wonder.
You put your gloves back on and smile.
End of Chapter 2
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