By: Macbeau

He sat naked on the chair at the kitchen table adjusting the padded restraints, setting each one to a specific tightness. They were not really made strong enough to hold him had he chose to exert the full strength of his lean six-foot, one-inch body against them, but there was no need. They were not to hold him captive through the infliction of pain. The thought of the pending impediment to his control, however, sent a swelling shiver down the length of his exposed member.

Having adjusted the straps on his wrists to his comfort, he next checked the ones on each ankle. Finishing a cigarette, he crossed to the bar in the living room and mixed a double dry martini. His naked form with its light covering of dark blond hair on the chest, arms and legs, bare back and stomach with a thin treasure trail to his groin was in stark contrast to the richly furnished room. He finished pouring the martini at the same moment the garage door announced an arrival one floor below him. He surveyed the city through the large picture windows as he crossed back to the kitchen admiring the view. Passing the table he picked-up the two double-ended clips, dog-chain, and leather collar with steel rings front and back which he affixed around his neck before dropping the rest on the floor. Then he turned, knelt with his hands behind him, bent his head and waited.

He listened to the key penetrating the lock, and immediately was lost in a mental image of flesh-lined locks and the flesh covered keys which penetrate them. His mental divination's were disturbed by the sound of high heels from behind, which stopped at his back, sending yet another stiffening shiver down the length of the now semi erect penis. He felt the first of the two double clips being attached, one end to each ring on the bindings around his wrists. Then the same being done next to the restraints on his ankles, and lastly, the chain from a ring on the back of the leather collar to the wrist clip, which kept his hands at the base of his back. A soft yet firm female voice ordered him to the bedroom.

She stepped around him and he watched her walk away toward the living room following the line of her stockings up from the high heels to the bottom of the dark blue dress which covered her baroque figure with its wide hips supporting a full and voluptuous ass. Her legs were not spindly, but shapely with ample thighs supporting the little extra weight she carried so sensuously.

By the time he reached the bedroom, her dress was gone, along with half the double martini. What remained on her body was only a black bra constraining two breathtakingly exquisite breasts, their cleavage easily capable of surrounding his fully erect shaft. Below that, only a black garter belt connected to black stockings. Her crotch was bare and revealed a nicely trimmed crop of blond-brown hair against her white skin. Her shaved labia showed signs of swelling and the fragrance of sexual anticipation filled the space between her legs.

The bedroom was large, with an equally large dressing area, a long marble counter, twin sinks, and a full mirror to his right. Off to the side of that was a smaller room where the bathtub and toilet resided. A small padded stool sat in the middle of the dressing area. On the counter of the sink in the dressing area lay surgical gloves, a small silicon anal plug, and a tube of lubricant.

Finishing her martini she pointed to a spot on the carpeted floor. He finished his awkward approach to her on carpet worn knees, then turned, but not before taking note of the bulging one quart enema bag which hung from a plant hook next to the bathroom doorway on a small plant pulley at almost the same level as his waist. He listened as she pulled a surgical glove over her right hand, then felt her left hand grab the chain that connected his wrists and neck pulling him back toward her.

Her breath was warm upon him as she took his right ear lobe in her mouth, pulling gently at it with beautiful white teeth. "Time to clean that ass of yours" she purred and dropped a small pillow on the very spot where she now pushed his head, hands and feet shackled, ass in the air. Sitting down on the dressing stool behind him, she spread her legs and viewed with great pleasure his bare ass before her, its dark rosebud opening exposed, vulnerable, and waiting. She traced the outer edges of her cunt lips with the middle finger of her right hand, the smooth glove causing her to jump when it crossed her clit. The first traces of her nectar became a light layer of lubrication which she transferred to his ass, tracing its ring with her finger and bringing his cock in the process to an even greater level of stiffness that pressed tight against his folded posture.

Coating her gloved middle finger with lube, she next begin to concentrate on the inside of his anal ring teasing the muscle as she gathered lubrication, pushing it just past the opening to were the muscle wall ends, then slowly withdrawing to gather more. Each time she deepened her entry until she had reached well beyond the second knuckle. The ass she teased opened, pushed back, and contracted trying to take more than she wished give, and each time that ass hungrily reached backward she would match the movement, negating its purpose, holding the control with her bare left hand against his butt cheek. It was a remarkably hairless ass too, quite boy-like. The balls hanging below it also had very little hair and she noticed the skin on them pulled tight by the blood-engorged cock straining and pulsing to the rhythm of the gloved finger entering and retreating from his ass.

Taking the thin white nozzle, she judiciously lubed it, cleared the hose of air and while holding his ass with her left hand inserted the nozzle slow and straight. Again his ass moved backward in search of more, trying to do the work for her and making her smile. She opened the clamp and using the pulley elevated the bag a foot about above his ass, just enough to start a slow, deliberate transfer of 99 degree water. She slid her bare left palm down his ass-cheek and across his balls continuing along the bottom of the shaft of his cock. He moaned with pleasure, and moved against her hand. She slid it back retracing her path, stopping to caress and fondle his balls again. Then withdrew her hand, increased the elevation of the bag and with it, the rate of the water flowing into him.

She watched as his ass took a long drink, his sphincter tight and dark around the clean, white nozzle which disappeared into it. She slid her left hand between her own legs teasing the open wet lips, coating her bare middle finger, then the rest of her palm. Reaching out she closed the clamp with her dampened left hand while pulling him upright with her gloved right hand. The play had been too one-sided, and her clitoris would no longer tolerate the attention his hole had been receiving at the expense of hers. She smeared the evidence of her own excitement across his face and pushed the finger deep into his mouth. He sucked it gently, tasting her sweetness. Withdrawing the finger, she bent him again to half the original angle she had first had him. The bending brought a discomfort from the pressure of the water that caused him to moan. She ignored it, reopened the clamp, then stepped around in front of him and taking him by his shoulder length hair guided his face to her waiting crotch. Holding his head back, she rode her crotch up across his smooth chin and over his mouth. Immediately she felt his tongue dance between her parted lips reaching toward some point beyond, desperately seeking some form of entry into her. She pressed deeper against his face and the sensations of his tongue's frenzied yet practiced attack sent waves of pleasure emanating throughout her body. She withdrew slightly allowing his tongue a brief delay where it could tease an exact spot on her swollen clit. He took her cunt softly into and out of his mouth, the vacuum of his sucking swelling her labia even more. She shuddered through two quick, minor successive orgasms as his tongue danced and darted across the hooded gem of her womanhood, and then she withdrew completely from his mouth, which would have followed in obedience if not held by the abundance of his hair in her left hand. She was not ready for the ultimate release and observed as she returned from the edge of her bliss that the enema bag had emptied.

Stepping around behind him again, she closed the clamp, and pushed him back down. Coating the small anal plug with lube, she deftly withdrew the nozzle immediately replacing it with the first half of the small plug, slowing when she neared the end. She watched as his ass closed tight around it. The captive liquid had been building pressure within him, doing its work, and the insertion of the plug clearly increased that sensation taking his breath away for a brief moment. He moaned as his cock pushed itself against his folded torso.

She reached down undoing the double clip that held his ankles. The pressure inside his bowels increased as she pulled him back upright again, his still very stiff cock quickly echoing the alteration of body angle. Standing, she pulled him to his feet turning him to face her at the same time. Grabbing an ass cheek with each hand she squeezed them together thus insuring the plug would hold the pressure tormenting him.

His cock greeted her gaze with quivering, pulsating jumps, aching for contact of any kind. She disregarded it keeping her hold on his ass. She did not look up to catch his gaze, but instead looked straight ahead at the light line of hair running up the center of his stomach, and then his chest as she slid up his frame. In her peripheral vision she saw the head of his cock squeezed between them, felt the soft skin of the head, the hole lightly coated with his pre-cum, the garter belt rubbing across the base of his throbbing member. Taking his left nipple into her mouth, she sucked it until it turned hard and then bit lightly. His gasp thrilled her, but she decided it was time to move on, and did.

Walking him into the room with the toilet and the shower, she guided him backward and down onto the toilet. Spreading his legs while reaching between them she grasped the outer ring of the plug in his ass with her still gloved right hand, but did not remove it. Using her left hand, she encircled the base of his swollen shaft as if to masturbate him, which she did for one short stroke before she squeezed it slightly, then tighter pulling upward while at that very moment removing the plug. She was pleasantly surprised not to hear his expulsion as she exited, plug in hand. His relief came in successive waves as the contents of his intestines departed their hiding place.

Reaching the sink she lit a cigarette, and then set about her preparations for round two. This was the one part of it for which she had a true distaste. Up until the moment that plug was removed it was thrilling, and she enjoyed what followed the clean up, but that initial expulsion she took as a cue to exit. She did not particularly like the odor of tobacco either, yet found it far better than the stench of bowel waste, including her own.

She admired her breasts in the mirror. They were one of her best assets, and in a way the key to her erotic proclivities. She hated holding them captive inside even the prettiest of bras, but there was just no choice for this exercise. The ass whose contents were passing though the toilet knew those breasts too well, adored them too much, and had discovered their secrets. In the presence of his mouth the beautiful tits would cause her to be weakened. Once succumb to the attention he could, and would, lavish on them at the slightest provocation, she was helpless to resist his urgings, desires, and worst of all, his fantasies. Once he spoke them aloud, made them known to her, they wormed their way into her and became her own, took on her nuances infusing themselves into the fabric of her sexuality.

She finished her preparations at the same time she heard the toilet flush, a nice trick despite the restraints she mussed as she turned and reentered were he sat looking straight ahead, his stiffness diminished, but not vanquished. Exhaling smoke, she lifted and turned him toward the wall, then bent his legs and put him back down on the toilet again this time facing the wall. The running water had stirred in her a bodily impulse and stepping up close behind and over his protruding ass, she released a stream of almost clear urine which cascaded down over his butt and across the back of his balls erasing all traces of the expulsion. Pulling him off the toilet she lowered him to the floor on his back, her piss still dripping from his balls and thighs. Squatting on his face, she lingered while his tongue cleaned the last few drops of those same waters from her cunt lips while he moaned his gratitude from beneath her, lightly licking the inside of the cunt folds from the tip of her clit hood to her asshole. The first of these tongue assaults passed too quickly to be noticed, and the second time lasted only long enough to be conspicuous in its absences, but the third encounter inflamed her cunt walls forcing them to drip their nectar onto his chin. For the first time she moaned. That mouth of his!

She stood quickly hooking the ring on the front of his collar with the index finger of her left hand guiding him upward too. She led him back to the dressing area and adjusting the stool, hung the recharged bag back from the plant pulley. Sitting down, she motioned him across her lap, and holding the chain at his back to steady him with her left hand guided his cock in between her thighs, which she then clamped tight around it. He attempted to stroke his swollen rod now engulfed by her glorious skin. He immediately felt a stinging slap that despite the petite size of the palm that delivered it sent a burning sting to his right ass cheek that caught him by surprise.

It was different this way for both of them. There is something humiliating about being over someone's lap. Not more or less humiliating than shackled hands and feet, ass in the air, just different, and it was that very subtle difference which now crept through his cock, along her thighs and up the center of her vagina. She repeated the fingered lubrication of his anus, the insertion of the nozzle, and he repeated his attempted undulations through it all, held in check by the firm grasp of her thighs on his cock.

This time the transfer of fluid was accomplished quickly. Holding the nozzle in his ass, she raised the bag to the top of the pulley. She could hear the flow of water forcing its way into him, and she watched in rapture as his bowels drank once again from the hose. His swelling did not escape her either and she pressed on his lower back forcing him against her legs. He was soon again in a state of discomfort. The vacancy left by the extracted nozzle upon completion of the transfer was filled with the gloved middle finger of her right hand, its length encircled by muscle nearest the hand, by warm water beyond. To know that she was feeling the mechanism of his anguish, changing the level of pressure though the simple repeated insertion and removal of half her finger enchanted her. Leaving her finger in his ass, she assisted him to his feet.

The shaft before her strained and throbbed at full hardness, hungry for the soft flesh of her thighs where he would have deposited a quantity of his semen in short order had she but allowed the slightest movement within their fleshy embrace. The hole at the end of his shaft seeped more pre-cum, but this time she could not ignore the product of her labor, and backed him into the bathtub where she then took the swollen prick into her mouth. Instinctively, her finger moved deeper into his ass as if she might reach up and touch her tongue through his cock. He shuddered through an assortment of sensations that flashed like lightening from the depths of his bowels to the blood filled lightening rod being sucked to perfection. The friction of her mouth was just enough to be too much, and in an instant there was no retreat. He became flushed and the all too familiar pulsation of his manhood reveled that he had passed the point of no return. A split second before the initial surge of his cum coated the back of her throat she withdrew her finger.

Ejaculation and expulsion coincided with each other, the surging of one echoing the other. His white liquid flowed back out from her mouth, down the shaft and over his balls. As he collapsed slowly to his knees in the tub, she remained stationary allowing his body to pass before her. She smeared the white fluid that had gathered around her lips and chin along his chest, and as they kissed, she unclipped his wrists. Turning away she left him emaciated and limp on the bottom of the tub. After he showered and recovered, it would be her turn.