Unknown Other
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Unknown Other
While he worked at his computer, she sat quietly on the settee,
looking out the window at the rain. A book lay open but unread on her
lap and she seemed a thousand miles away. He occasionally looked her
when she was not noticing and he saw a lot.
She looked lost and innocent, not wanting to give up her elegant
ladylike manner, not knowing what she wanted, except for direction
from one who gets his greatest pleasure from making her in his own
image. He could see the desire to be of use and used in her eyes.
And then in a moment no one else would notice…. And because he knew
her so well, knew her better than anyone else alive knew her, he saw
the slight change. From innocent to wanton, from perfect lady to total
slut, he saw the deep sexual desire blossom within her. There would be
a sudden flash in her eyes, which indicated the change and no one but
him would ever recognize the transformation. Others might understand
the different in the atmosphere around the two of them, Master and
submissive, but the actual thoughts and spark that he recognized would
go over everyone else’s head. They would be as oblivious to the sudden
wetness between her legs…but he would know…he’d simply sense it. …no
one else would have more than a glimmer of the electricity that passed
between him or her when the signal was sent and received.
Age old ritual…the female signals and the male takes over. It
signified.
He knew she was ready and where he wished her to be. Not only just
ready… ready for him.
Then as if he never looked from his keyboard he softly said, “Remove
your dress please.”
She startled, then slowly closed the book, and laid it aside. Standing
she slipped the dress over her head and laid it on top of the book.
Her breasts glimmered with the soft light of dusk. She stood before
him with the light shining softly off her smoothly shaven pussy. Her
legs spread naturally… or as naturally as he had trained her to
present herself as she stood.
He had exacting standards. And though he had made a name for himself
in the lifestyle his rules had never changed. From the beginning he
had been firm with her but fair. He had trained her to stand, to sit,
to walked beside him, and to maintain a ladylike appearance in public.
In private he had trained her to display herself for him, come on his
command or nearly so, taught her how to pleasure him best and gave her
the experience of heaven and hell in but a moment of time.
As she stood before him, she knew this was private time and so she
adjusted her legs more widely spread. Her mind also began to come into
focus on him. She waited for his command…. something was going to
happen and she did not know what…. a request for a cup of tea,
directions to dress for an outing, or a session…. it could be
anything.
“You may sit back down but spread your legs widely for me.” He still
had not looked at her as far as she knew. Her reflection in his
monitor told him she had obeyed.
“Are you sore?”
“A little….”
“From what?”
“You.”
“Where?”
“My pussy and my nipples.”
“Hhhmmmm…. ass isn’t sore at all then?”
“No.”
“Well then that shall be taken care of shortly. Go to the playroom and
get out the cuffs and a blindfold.”
She rose, nervous that maybe she had provoked him and noticed him
checking the clock and then walked into the playroom to do as she had
been told.
He stood in the doorway watching her just as she finished laying the
items he had requested on the bed. Walking to her, he cuffed her
wrists and ankles and then kissed her just before placing the
blindfold over her eyes. Leading her to a waist high padded table he
bent her forward over it and secure each wrists to the furthest ends
and her legs, spread widely to the table legs. The table was no more
than body width and her head hung down over the side.
Then he sharply slapped her ass simply because he liked the way it was
presented to him. Smiling when she cried out he slapped her again…this
time fully on her open exposed pussy.
Then suddenly he walked away from her and she heard the door close as
he left the room. Her bottom and pussy burned from his slaps. Being
blindfolded and alone made her feel so very vulnerable. Being left
alone made me feel the sensations of stinging more. Mentally she went
over her body, feeling the tenderness from previous uses…. feeling the
stinging from the last two slaps.
What was he doing? Where was he? How long was she going to be tied
immobile over this table? Had she closed the curtains securely that
morning? Her nipples hardened as the door opened after what seemed
like an hour…when actually it had only been a few minutes. Then she
heard the door close and even though he said nothing to her she knew
she was no longer alone in the room.
Suddenly she felt his hand on her ass and lubricant being applied to
her anus. Oh no, she thought….he is going to use my bottom somehow
now….. oh I am not ready for that! Without a word he probed her ass
with his fingertip as if testing the tightness and then she felt his
cock pressing into her bottom. She cried out weakly and tried
desperately to relax and accept his intrusion. Just as he slid himself
fully into her ass, she suddenly got the feeling something was not
right.
He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. She opened
her mouth to protest but never got a sound out of her lips before a
cock was pushed into her mouth.
She nearly fainted from shock. If her Master was mouth-fucking her,
who was fucking her ass? The two men began to pump into her together,
she felt the concussion grow wilder in her body, and her mind
struggled to accept what was happening to her.
He watched her squirm, her tied body wiggling in discomfort and
dismay, and a devilish smile played across his lips. Jamming himself
more deeply into her he listened for her muffled cries of protest.
Using her like this was a new experience to them both and whether she
liked it or not, and it was beginning to appear she did not, did not
matter in the least bit to him…he was enjoying himself. The sexual
stimulation was nice enough but more importantly was the pleasure he
was receiving from her position, her inability to refuse or withdraw
and her vulnerability. On top of that he was extremely pleased at the
obvious pleasure this other man was getting from his submissive’s
body. Pride in his ownership and the knowledge that he had to power
over her to do something like this was intoxicating.
And while they continued to thrust their cocks into her, her mind
flashed from one thought to another and her body continued to respond
to their stimulation even as it sent signals of pain and humiliation
through her. Her bottom was on fire…the pain was intense and difficult
to control…she wanted to escape…to be free of this horrid indignity…to
flee the hurt. Her mouth and throat was too full and she resisted the
constant thrusting of her Master’s hard shaft in her throat. Tears
came to her eyes and threatened to spill over. Heat coursed through
her veins, making her nipples hardened and tingly and her clit
throbbed painfully, wanting to be touched. If only she could come it
would relieve some of the situation…if only she was allowed an orgasm,
then she could drift off into sub space for a while.
But that was denied her. Her Master did not wish her to be anything
less that perfectly aware of what they were doing to her. As if they
agreed on the proper time to take their own pleasure the two cocks
exploded in her nearly at the same time. She instinctively tightened
her ass muscles around the pulsing cock buried oh so deeply inside her
as she felt it begin to throb. But her focus was on swallowing…her
throat jammed full with a pulsating cock, the mouth filling to
overflowing with his come, the spurting forcing her to repeatedly
swallow quickly.
Not a word was said to her as they withdrew from her body and left her
tied in position. She sucked air in through her mouth in order to
recover herself and then wiggled her bottom in an effort to adjust her
position. She could hear them still in the room and knew they were
lighting cigarettes as they began to relax. And she could not keep
from feeling embarrassed at her own nakedness. It was difficult enough
to be naked for him…but having another present magnified the
humiliation.
And she moaned aloud when she felt her insides convulse to rid
themselves of the come that had been left inside her…and she tightened
all her muscles against the contractions. This made her pussy leak a
bit and the inside of her thighs began to show dampness.
Her Master walked over to her, released her from her cuffs, and then
helped her stand. Still blindfolded she lowered her face and crossed
her hands in front of her only to receive a swat on her ass for her
actions.
“Stand in the proper position!”
She stood straighter, spread her legs to a comfortable but wide
position, removed her hands, placed them at her side, and thrust her
breasts forward.
Master began to speak again but obviously not to her, “She is going to
need to clean herself up now.” The other man may have nodded or not,
she did not know, but he did not speak at all...his identity was still
a complete mystery to her.
Then he addressed her again. “I am going to remove your blindfold but
you are not to look at my guest at all…. do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Then you are going to the bathroom where you will have 20 minutes to
clean yourself completely. Do you know what that means?”
She shivered and then feeling she had better have his complete
instructions and not leave anything to chance, she said, “No Sir.”
He laughed. “Two full enemas, the first one very warm and the second
one hotter than the first. You may take the first one at a slower
pace, then release it and give yourself the second one quickly.”
Tears of shock trickled down from underneath her blindfold. This was
too t too much of an embarrassment to have her Master say something
this intimate in front of another. She moaned softly in distress and
he responded with a laugh. Her distress was so obvious to both men and
when she did not react or respond at all, he asked.
“Shall I have you leave the door to the bathroom open?”
“Oh No, please Sir, nooooo.” The response was immediately and
pleading.
Laughing he said, “Ok you may close the door even though we all know
what you will be doing behind that door, but once you have finished,
you will open the door before you get into the shower. And remember 20
minutes and I want you back here.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.” He removed her blindfold and she carefully
kept her eyes lowered as she walked to the bedroom door and opened it.
She was very self-conscious as she completed the task he had given
her. She knew they were both still out there somewhere in the house
and they were both at least mindful of what she was doing to her body.
The normal soothing effect of the first enema did not happen for
her…her nerves were too stunned to relax. Would one or the other open
the door and catch her in this awful experience? No she knew her
Master would not allow that to happen but the tiny doubt played in her
mind as she heard movement throughout the house.
She eased the water into her tummy, filling herself at a steady pace
as long as she could and then stopped the water flow for a moment to
allow herself to adjust to the invasive fullness. And then she started
the flow again. The rushing of the water as it settled into her tummy
made her belly thicken and her clit throb painfully but she dared not
touch herself for fear she would orgasm. That was not something she
would want to confess to her Master and she knew he would not be
pleased if her questioned her later and found out she had come by
playing with herself.
When the bag had emptied itself completely, she slowly and awkwardly
stood up from her ass high, shoulders down position. Her hands
supported her full tummy and she moved to the toilet to release. The
fierce rapid gushing as the liquid left her body nearly caused her to
climax then and there but she managed to control herself. When she was
nearly empty again she pushed on her lower stomach and looked down,
noticing her clit standing very proudly between her smoothly shaven
mounds. The temptation to touch the hard little knob was almost too
much but her obedience to her Master kept her from caressing herself.
Sighing, she refilled the bag with hotter water and knelt back on the
floor. Inserting the tube deeply inside her bottom she took a deep
breath, released it and mentally prepared herself to take the second
injection.
Suddenly his voice came from just outside the door. “How are you
doing?”
“Ok Sir.”
“Just ok? Do you need assistants?”
“No……………..Sir.” Her voice sounded unreasonably loud even to her.
He laughed, knowing she was jumpy. “Have you taken the second yet?”
How did he know, she wondered?
“No Sir…ermmmm….just beginning it now.”
“Ok then, remember, and take it all quickly, no stopping this time.”
And she could hear him laughing as he walked away.
Another breath and she reached around and released the clamp. The hot
water rushed into her tummy and she started to breath in short pants,
trying to relax enough to take it all. Fullness threatened to engulf
her…. her entire world at this moment was centered and focused on her
increasing stomach. Struggling, she widened her knees further apart
and raised her bottom further in the air to give her tummy more room.
It happened quickly but still she did not think she could bear it much
more as the bag still showed about a cup more water. Her fingertips
unconsciously slide between her legs and a shock of pleasure coursed
through her body as she touched her clit with a grazing caress.
Stop that, she commanded herself. And she hurriedly withdrew her
fingers. The fullness and tightness of her tummy came flooding back to
her mind. She hurt with painful and uncomfortable pressure. She could
come and the pressure would become pleasure in an instant. The need
and desire to orgasm warred in her mind still. It was as if her aching
body was demanding she disobey her Master.
Finally the bag was empty and not too soon for her as far as she was
concerned. She had to have some relief from this dreadful stomachache
and desperate yearning to orgasm. The battle would not be won any
longer if she had had to endure this to any further extent.
Struggling again to stand, she looked down to try to see if her clit
was still standing out from between her pussy mounds visibly but could
not see over her rounded tummy. Damn I look like I am 6 months
pregnant. Thank heavens Master…and especially his guest, cannot see me
this way.
She released with a huge gush and a cry of relief. Then she tidied
herself and rose. A deep breath and a moment to ready her mind, and
then she opened the bathroom door as she had been told to before
getting into the shower. Again she was thankful to find the hall empty
and she quickly got into the shower and closed the curtain to at least
afford herself that bit of privacy.
Not knowing how long she had actually been in the bathroom, she
hurried to wash herself. Then she got out, looked again through the
open door and was further relieved to see no one, then dried and hung
the towel. She would have liked to have a few more minutes to compose
herself but she didn’t dare. Had she been in there longer than 20
minutes? She had no idea and hated to think what would happen if she
indeed had gone over time.
She hung the towel on the hook behind the door, steadied herself and
then walked back to the playroom. It was empty when she arrived and
she took a minute to check her make up in the mirror and brush out her
hair. Just as she finished her Master entered and indicated she was to
avert her eyes. She lowered her glance immediately and the other man
walked in behind her Master. All she could see of him was his trainers
and the tip of a leather-covered crop. She trembled immediately. The
blindfold went back into place over her eyes.
“Did you play with your clit in the bathroom?”
“No Sir.”
“Never touched yourself?”
She swallowed and murmured, “Once.”
“Did you come?” He sounded displeased.
“Oh no Sir.”
“Get on the bed in the same position you were in in the bathroom and
show us how you touched yourself.”
She was helped to the bed by her Master’s steadying hand and she knelt
in the center of the bed, spread her legs at her knees and lowered her
face to the mattress. With one hand she separated the lips of her
pussy and slid one finger up and over her clit, caressing it gently.
As soon as she began she stopped again and waited for her Master’s
words.
“That is it? That is all you did?”
“Yes Sir it was a mistake…I did not do it on purpose.”
He nodded and continued to look at her as he thought.
“Shall we watch her play with herself and come now or make her wait?”
He addressed the other man and for the first time she heard the
other’s voice.
“Not really the best of positions for it…turn her over so we can get a
full look at her cunt.”
The crudeness of his word and the embarrassing suggestion made her
gasp and her Master chuckled, knowing her response had given him the
answer.
“Do it, slut…. spread yourself on your back and play with yourself for
us.”
Slowly she rose and turned over to a sitting position. Then she
reclined on the bed, spread her legs fully until her thighs ached from
the stretch. With one hand she again spread out her pussy lips and
then using the other hand’s fingers she began to caress her clit
slowly. It was still hard from stimulation she had received during her
enemas, and it ached. She tried hard to muffle a soft moan from
escaping her lips but failed and the sound resonated around the room.
Tingling sensations tightened her tummy and her hip swayed slightly at
her budding excitement. She dipped her fingertips into her wet pussy
for moisture and then resumed her manipulations of her stiff nub.
“Watch her now…. she will soon become very wanton…. she loses all that
shy and ladylike behaviour when she is about to climax.”
She heard his voice and the words registered but the sensations she
was experiencing clouded any embarrassment she might have normally
felt at being the focus of two men as she masturbated before them.
Free of her inhibitions she began to enjoy the coming orgasm. Her hips
bounced in rhythm on the bed and she thrust her breasts upwards as if
displaying herself completely. She bent her knees a bit, splayed them
fully open and lifted her hips highly off the bed. Her fingers danced
over her clit rapidly and then dipped into her pussy. Not wanting to
stop the constant stimulation of one hand she slid three fingers of
her other hand into her pussy and handfucked herself in time with the
movement on her clit.
“May I please come Sir?” She was so close she did not know if she
could stop if he declined her request.
“Yes, come for me” and then he changed it to remind her another was
watching her display “…come for us.”
Those words drove her over the edge and she screamed out in abandon
with an intense orgasm. She continued to rub herself and thrust her
hips off the bed as if she would take another climax whether he liked
it or not and this motivated him to stop her. She groaned slightly and
she stilled herself. Removing her hands from her pussy she stayed in
her spread eagle position and calmed her breathing.
Someone pinched a nipple sharply and she mewed in pain.
“Stand.”
Shaky at best she stood beside the bed and faced the direction from
which his voice had come. He kissed her passionately and she melted.
“Now kiss my guest.”
Without thinking she responded, “Oh No!”
And he countered that by grasping her right nipple and pulling it from
her body. He led her over to his guest and held her there. The other
man laughed harshly and said, “You mean to tell me she will knowingly
lay in front of me and fucked herself to an orgasm in front of my eyes
but she will not kiss me? Hell I even fucked her ass not an hour ago.”
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