An Interesting Saturday Night · Part 1 (1/2)
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Part 1
My day began normally as a usual Saturday, but I knew that I would be entertaining at least two other couples that evening. So I went ahead and got the little tasks out of the way first, preparing myself, and then took a couple hours off to relax. About two-thirty I decided that it was nearly time as I started getting ready for that night.
The first thing that I knew I had to do was go into the bathroom and started getting myself all cleaned out. I usually get started the night before or no later than breakfast by not eating anything past that point. Then I will take a light laxative in the morning to help with what I have to do later on in the day. Everything so far had worked as planned and I was feeling real empty by now, and even a bit hungry. But I knew that if I ate anything I would pay for it later, and I put the hunger out of my mind. Well, I filled my old bag up to about a quart-and-a-half, and hung it on the side of the shower. The white tube and tip hung to the floor, so I got myself over all on my side. I reached around and got the tip in my hand and slipped it inside me. All I needed to do was slide my hand up and release the clamp now.
Once I did that I just laid back and relaxed while I felt the warm water going inside me. It really felt good to me as I am accustomed to having enemas on a regular basis. I made the most of the feeling. It doesn't take long for just a quart-and-a-half to run out, and this time was no different. Well after it was empty I took the tip out and laid it on a towel beside me. After that I just laid on my back and let the water do it's thing. The feeling of the water moving around inside me and going from place to place is something you have to feel to understand. As much as I enjoy it I have never been able to explain just how it feels so others can understand.
Well, time passed, and I knew that the water had done it's thing and I needed to get up and go sit on the john. I have learned and taught myself to completely relax as that it makes expelling the water much easier. It was no different this time because as I relaxed more and more, it all came out. I noticed that it was not as clear as I needed it to be so I knew that I would need at least one more. I usually wait at least thirty minutes between enemas as that has proven to be A better method for cleaning myself out. But when my husband Jay does it for me he will give me one right after the other. I get clean that way, but it's not as comfortable for me!
About thirty minutes had passed and I went back and repeated the process again. It was getting close to 4pm in the now and I had to try and be finished by five o'clock if I could. The place that I was going was just over 60 miles away and I had to be there no later than 7 pm. So, I had rushed this one some and checked to make sure that it was either clear or almost clear. It was!! I didn't bother getting dressed yet and just walked into the living room where my husband was watching wrestling on TV. I told him that I had cleaned myself out as best as I could and asked if he wanted to check. Hell, he told me to go and get two Fleet enemas ready and bring them back.
He have always kept several of those on hand as they are good to have for a final cleansing. I returned with them still in their green and white boxes and handed them to my husband. He told me to get on my knees with my head down to the floor in front of him. Just as I did I felt the first tip go inside me and the liquid run in. Just a few seconds later I felt the other tip inside me and the liquid from the other one was inserted. He told me to flip over on my back and he started rubbing my stomach. Damn, that always makes it harder to hold, but it does make sure that there is nothing left in me. After I was really straining to hold it he told me to go and expel it, but not to flush.
I was glad to obey him and at this point I headed for the toilet.
I got in there just in time, and I mean with out a second to spare. So I just relaxed and it didn't take long for it to all come out. This time it was only liquid and that does make expulsion much faster. When I was finished I called my husband as I knew he wanted to be sure that I was as clean as I could be at this point, and I might add… I was. Well, after he was satisfied that the task was completed he told me to take a quick shower and just slip on a dress (no panties or bra, just a dress).
I dried off and went to my room and picked out a loose fitting dress and slipped it on. When I walked out into the living room where my husband was still watching wrestling. He asked if I was ready and I said, "Yes!", so he got up and told me to slip on a pair of flats and we headed for the van. He had about an hour drive to the house where I naturally was expected. We talked on the way there and I asked what he had planned. He said that he was just going to drop me off and pick me up in the morning around eight or so. I asked why he wasn't staying this time, and he told me that they wanted me alone. That is when I asked what they had planned.
He replied that he wasn't sure but that it was going to last quite a while. I had been with one of these couples before so I really wasn't too worried about being left alone. I didn't know exactly how many others were going to be there, but knowing would not have made any real difference, as a deal is a deal, and I agreed to going.
Even though is was right at an hour we sure seemed to get there fast. He arrived about five minutes before seven, and that made me right on time. They had a big house, set well back from the road. As we drove up the driveway I saw the porch light come on. When we stopped the van, the woman of the house was standing at the door waiting for us. I got out and walked toward the door with my husband behind me. As we got inside the entrance-way my husband told me to strip down and take off my shoes. I slipped my dress off and handed it to my husband and then he reached down and picked up my shoes.
At that point the woman of the house moved to my rear slipping a leather belt around me with a big O-ring in the center. She went behind me and buckled it tightly around my waist. She came back around in front of me and told me to stick out my right arm. That's when she fastened a handcuff to it, and pulled it down so she could slip the other cuff through the O-ring. When she reached for my left arm and pushed it down where she could fasten the other cuff on my wrist. After that she walked into the next room and came back with a pair of metal leg cuffs and short chain between them. She got down and fastened them securely on my ankles.
Once she had me well disabled from any sudden moves she told my husband that if he wanted he could leave and come back in the morning. So he reached for the door knob and out he went. A few minutes later I was still standing in the entrance-way and heard the van start and drive off. At this point I was on my own, and I mean on my own.
The woman told me to follow her, as we walked into the main part of the house. As I entered the next room only her husband was there sitting reading the paper. I asked if I was to be her slave for the night, and she said that the rest of the guests would arriving about seven-thirty. When she told me that was to be my only question and I was not to speak again, unless told explicitly to do so. So she lead me to a living room chair to sit and wait. Then she applied some desensitizing ointment to my nipples and left the room for few minutes. Her husband never bothered to look up at me.
My nipples had readily absorbed the anesthetic and I couldn't feel my nubs as the Lady of the House returned back to the room. "That will take some of the sting out when I put the clamps on", the woman said. "It's only a topical anesthetic and last for only a short while and you'll end up thanking me after I apply tighten and apply some pressure".
She reached down and began tying me up and binding me tightly at my waist to the chair. My hands were still handcuffed to the belt in the O-ring. Then she tied each of my legs to the bottom of the chair. She bent over me and rubbed my breasts, saying "What a nice pair of titties I had". She took some soft nylon rope and started to make a rope bra as she wrapped my breasts encircling my my globes so they projected outward. Then she took out a pair of nipple clamps. The clamps were all lightweight steel with curved fitter cups which slipped just under my nipples. As she tightened them firmly in place they burgeoned my nipples out as she screwed them down tightly as they hung down holding my nipples in place.
"Ohhh!, that hurts Mistress", I said as my head went up against the back of the chair. "Oh, now…now…only a few more minutes," the Mistress said.
The pressure from the clamps oozed my nipples taunt until they were all shiny and erect. She bent her head over and ran her tongue all over my nipples and my areolas which turned a reddish-blue color. Hell, I was even starting to get a bit horny now and I bent my head down to watched her. She continued with licking and sucking my breasts with this enjoyment of hers for about ten minutes or so. Again her husband never looked up from his paper.
"My Dear," she said, "I just love to lick and suck a hot bound woman's breasts, – It's so erotic and makes me totally horny!" "But I don't want to leave any marks – so this session must be very short lived", she added. And as she said that she began to hurry as she began to undo everything.
She removed the clamps and untied me as she stood me helping me out of the chair. Now she told me move over into the center of the room and stand there awaiting further orders until the others arrived. I promptly did so, as I was in no position to make her upset with me. I waited for their other guests to join us.
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Part 3
I guess I hung there for over half-an-hour and now that tube they had left in me was still hurting like hell. It was getting to the point that every breath I took made it hurt, so I was doing my best to take short shallow breaths. I was just wishing that someone would come in to check on me for any reason, just come in so I could see another face.
Finally, the door opened and everyone came in that was in the house. The women came over to me and the men sat down in chairs around the room. The Bitch whose home it was did the talking at this point, and what she had to say I didn't like one bit. She began by saying how she felt about her sweet husband and that she wanted to do every thing she could to show how much she loved him. She said she felt real horny now and that the others felt as she did. She said that in order to to prove it they were going to put on a little show for them. She told the others to just sit back and relax awhile while the the others would demonstrate all their fantasies out on me. She wanted them to fully savor every moment that was next on the agenda, and at the same time see what their fantasies looked like being lived out.
"Ready girls?", she asked, looking at the other women.
They both nodded, and all three of them began stripping out of their clothes. When they had removed their outer garments they were all dressed in black lace bras and satin garter belts and hose. The women walked back and forth amongst themselves and their own breasts rubbed up against each others backs, causing each of their own nipples to harden. One of the women reached up and squeezed her own tit and she let out a "Oh!". I knew this woman was already aroused. They were already wearing their black five-inch spiked heels, and they all looked like three She-Devils to me!
"Oh – first off let's get that tube out of her and get her down from there", she instructed.
She walked up behind me and I could feel her grab the end of the tube. I felt it turn and then she pulled with one firm solid jerk. But it came and it felt like part of me did also! I tried hard to scream, but it turned out to be just another muffled groan because of the gag. She told the other two bitches to let my legs loose and one of them to get the spreader bar that was leaning in the corner. When my legs were loose she got the one with the spreader to help her fasten it with straps up between my knees. It was about thirty inches or so wide, and it was enough to keep my legs spread wide apart. At that point, she untied the rope and lowered me to the floor.
Hell, it felt good to have both my feet touch the floor again! She didn't let my arms completely hang down, just enough for me to be on the floor. But after hanging there for that long I appreciated even that little bit of rest for my weary body.
Looking over at her husband, the Mistress of the House asked, "Honey, would you like to see anything in particular?"
"Yes", he said, "I've always wondered what it would be like if I had you like that with a thin belt in my hand whipping your bum until you begged for me to stop."
"Whatever you want, Honey", she said, "After all, this is your party." The Mistress of the House the said, "And you Slut, call him Master from now on!"
She reached up to the back of my head and unfastened the strap that held my gag. She walked over to her husband and took the belt he had removed and walked back to me.
Looking me straight in the face, she said, "You'd better make this good for the Master!"
Stepping behind me, she started to whip me with his belt. It was thin and every stroke she made felt like it was cutting into me. She kept it up, hitting me a bit harder each time.
Finally I had to ask her to please stop, but she kept on hitting me on my bum and whipping me until I knew what she wanted. I again begged her to stop! When I finally agreed to what I knew she wanted she finally stopped. She laid the belt down and drew her finger through her vulva as she fingered herself at bit.
She inched over closer to me and stuck her pussy in my face for me to service. I could smell the musk of her slit as to moved in front of me and pressed her clitoris to my mouth. Her clitty was hard as I moved my tongue up and down the length of her entire hairy pussy. She began undulating her hips as she shoved her vulva up harder against my mouth, almost choking me in her bid for a climax. Then, she reached down and started rubbing my titties as she squeezed my nipples roughly. My breasts hurt after all the rough treatment she had given me. The descenitizing gel she used earlier had long since worn off and my breasts were really starting to hurt.
I could tell that she was getting ready to climax by the way she was pulling my hair was pushing her clit into my face. I kept running my tongue and flicking her clit until she couldn't stand it anymore and as she climaxed her orgasm. I tongued her more until I saw her juices running down th
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