Aylar: Ağustos 2023

Inspired by Sue Grafton’s alphabetical series.

I heard arteries hardening every time I entered the Community Center and I hated it. It was bad enough that I had to live here, but even worse that most of the other elderly citizens that resided in Apple Blossom Park were couch potatoes. A lively game of dominoes was the most exciting activity they engaged in. And the women? Ugh! Prudish and Elizabethan in their thoughts. They would no more think of taking a hard cock into their mouths than eat a mud pie. It was yucky and just wasn’t done.

The nursing staff was kind and the attendants were polite but I couldn’t even find one of them that was interested in sex. So I spent my time on the outdoor bowling court, basking in the love of the sun.

Julie changed all of that.

“Mr. Baxter?” I had been in my bathroom, standing in the shower and enjoying the feel of my urine flowing through my fingers and wetting my hand when she knocked on the door. “Mr. Baxter?”

“Uh, yes. Hold on a minute.”

I flushed the toilet, ran the shower to clean the piss and rinsed my hands, opening the door a minute later, buttoning my pants.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Baxter. I didn’t mean to rush you.”

“No problem. Can I help you?”

“I’m Julie Ruckle and I’ve been assigned to you for the summer.”

“Ah, the YouthCare program, yes?”

“Yes, sir.” She was a pretty girl but her mouth was too wide for her face. Her upturned nose perched above it and shaggy ash blond hair framed it. She smiled. “I’m going to be on campus for the summer and I thought that this would be a good program to volunteer for.”

“Why the hell would a pretty girl like you want to hang out with an old codger like me?”

She laughed, sitting in my visitor chair. “You aren’t ‘an old codger’, Mr. Baxter. Your chart says that you’re 78 years young.”

“Young? Hah!” I barked, sitting in a chair across from her. “You were sleeping in your mother’s tummy when I had my first heart attack.”

“That might be so, but it doesn’t mean that you’re old!” She gave him a warm smile. “Now, if I’m going to spend the whole summer Yenimahalle Escort with you, we should be on a first name basis. You know my name’s Julie. What’s yours?”

“Walter. Everyone around here calls me Walt.”

“What do you prefer?”

She was a smart girl. “Wally, please.”

“Nice to meet you, Wally.” She stood up, heading for the door. “I’m sorry I have to run but I have finals to finish off. I’ll be back out on Sunday.”

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

She grinned and gave a wave as she departed. I jumped up and watched her shapely ass as she walked away. The summer sure was looking better …

*****

I tried to get Mildred Kopeckne to touch my dick but she wouldn’t. She did, however, want me to finger her dried-up pussy but I passed and she got mad. She reported me to the staff and I received a stern caution from the Chief of Staff. No Bingo for a week. I pretended that I was hurt and went back outside to the grass bowling area.

A beat-up Subaru pulled into the gravel circle and I saw that Julie was in the passenger’s seat, a young man with dark hair driving. Today was Sunday! I had forgotten that she said she would be back out here on Sunday. They spoke a few words to each other before she jumped out. Her body language expressed agitation and she stalked away from him, heading up the front steps. He stood near the car, clearly exasperated and talking to himself, headed off towards the woods.

I was curious so I followed on the nature path, which ran alongside the edge of the forest. When I saw him unbuckling his pants, I knew what was going to happen. He marched over to the rotted wood fence at the end of the side path, whipped out his limp prick and started to urinate. I was in position as a stream of golden fluid spurted over the hill and splashed onto my face. Oh, it was so wonderful! The warmth of his piss covered the bare skin of my skull and dripped down the sides of my face, like a warm shower from mother Earth.

All too soon, he finished and I heard him skulking away. I didn’t pay much attention because I was madly jerking Yenimahalle Escort Bayan off, excited by the feeling of the urine drying on my skin. I came violently, imagining lying in my bed tonight, the scent of a stranger’s urine on my skin.

“Wally!”

Julie’s shriek brought me hurtling back to reality. I stumbled backward, disoriented and weak from cumming and weakly tried to stuff my meat back into my shorts. “Uh, hi, Julie.”

“What the hell are you doing? Don’t you know they’ll fry you?”

I was still in a cum fog so I just followed her as she jerked me along. I woke up when I hit the water. I spluttered, clawing the pool’s gentle surface. I thought about screaming at her but I understood what she had done. I couldn’t go back into the center, reeking of piss. This way, I’d reek of chlorine instead. I climbed out, ignoring the laughter of some of the others and walked over to Julie’s side. She was trying her best not to laugh.

“Come on. Let’s get you changed.”

In my rooms, she set out a change of clothing and patiently while I showered. Once I was clean and changed, she asked me what she had been waiting to ask.

“What got into you, Wally?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” She got up and stood in front of me. “I watched you let Darrin pee on you.”

My mouth went dry. I didn’t know she’d seen it. “I … I … “

“Do you like getting peed on?”

Tumbleweeds blew down my throat. I coughed. “Yes.”

“Really?” She looked at me as if I was a two-headed alien. “You really like that?”

“Yes.” I shrugged my shoulders, dropping into a chair. “You can leave, Julie.”

“Leave? Why would I do that?”

“I’m sure that you can find someone else to spend your summer with.”

“Wally, are you dismissing me?”

I poured myself a shot of Jack Daniels and tossed it down. “It’s okay, Julie. You don’t have to explain. I’ll make up an excuse.”

“I don’t want another person, Wally. I want to hang with you. I just want to understand what I saw today.”

I didn’t know what to say. Escort Yenimahalle I liked golden showers. No, take that back. I loved golden showers. “I don’t know what to say, Julie. I just like to get pissed on.”

“Do you … do you drink it?”

“Some people do, but I’ve never had an interest in that.”

“Okay.” She made a drink for herself, a warm JD and coke. “Do you just like men doing it?”

“No. It doesn’t matter who does it.” I poured another shot. “Just no animals!”

Julie giggled at that, then sobered, seeming to examine my face. “Would you … would you let me do it to you? I’ve never done it before and … ”

My dick did a somersault in my shorts. “Yes!” I swallowed the shot quickly. “Are you ready now?”

Julie seemed to be embarrassed but nodded. “I think so. How do we do it?”

“I will lay down in the bathtub, with my eyes closed. When you are ready, just come in and do your thing.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” I took a breath. “I won’t shower. I want to go to bed smelling it.”

“Okay.” I jumped up and nearly ran to the bathroom. “Wally, don’t you think it’s … gross?”

“No, Julie. I think it’s a gift.” I entered the bathroom. “I’ll be waiting.” And I shut the door.

I heard the bathroom door open a few minutes later. I had placed myself in the bottom of the tub, my legs at the faucet end in case she wanted to wash her feet if they got splashed. I kept my eyes closed, feeling her bare feet straddle me.

“Here I go, Wally.”

I felt the warmth spreading across my chest and begged her to move over my face. She did and her urine flooded my face and neck with its warmth. I didn’t let her know, but my cock exploded in my pants at the same time. It was just so fantastic. Tonight, I would sleep with the perfume of her piss on my body and would shower in the morning, before I had to rejoin the others at breakfast.

She leaped out of the tub and cleaned her feet with my washcloth. I laid in the tub for an hour, letting the urine partially dry before climbing into bed. I had dreams of huge pots of warm piss washing over me, brought on by the smell of the dried piss on my skin.

I showered early the next day and joined the other old ‘codgers’ at breakfast and was pleased to see Julie in the afternoon. This time, she had brought a friend.

“This is Andrea.” She smiled wickedly. “She has a … deposit to make, too.”

That was the best summer of my life.

All characters are at least the age of 18 or older.

*****

“You’re up miss ace detective, you gonna call or are you here just to watch?” asked a pair of hazel green eyes flashing a confident grin and all the shiny white alligator teeth to go with it. I scrunched my nose, irritated by the gritty scent of the cigar nestled between her dragon-like smile. Glancing at the pathetic pair of cards that were my hand I did a silent mental groan. Well, I didn’t come here to win at poker.

“Yeah, I’ll play this one. And please, call me Red.” I tried to say with a confidence that didn’t betray that I was about to lose everything I was tossing into the pot.

“Red is far too cool a nickname for a kiddo like you, so I’ll call you what I want.” She replied, smoke flowing out of her nose like a dragon about to add to her growing hoard. “I’m more than happy to let you join our little family game night but that doesn’t mean you get to choose your nickname.”

“Ease up on her Jackie, I was hoping to finish my glass before we lose a player.” said the woman to my left, tossing her hand away taking a sip from her wine glass.

“Mari’s right” mumbled a brunette to my left, still in the game. “It’s been months since we’ve had a fourth and I don’t think Miss Red here gets enough allowance for a second game.”

Jackie let out a chuckle giving a pat to backside of the blonde sitting on her lap. The blonde didn’t react at all, continuing to watch the game with an expression that practically screamed that she wished to be anywhere but at our card table. “I know Cass, she’s just so easy to read I can’t help myself. After I take both of your chips I’ll go easier on her.” Replied Jackie, continuing to rub the blonde’s thighs for what I assumed was good luck.

“And she’s not a detective, she’s a writer” Said a quiet voice across the table, watching as the river revealed that I was indeed about to lose the chips I had just put forward a moment before.

“You know Kris, I think she’s closer to a journalist actually. Said she writes for that one magazine, Clicky something or another.” Muttered Cass without looking up from her cards.

“It’s Cliques, and my job title is somewhat fluid. You can think of me as a writer, a journalist, or even a blogger if you’re comfortable. And my name is Red.” I said, tossing my pathetic hand away, “But I’m interested in stories, the edgy, mysterious, sexy, and true.”

Five pairs of eyes, including the pouting pair on Jackie’s lap locked to mine when I said the word ‘sexy’. Jackie flashes another smile as she blows cigar smoke out her nose dragon-style. “Right, so that’s why you’re here miss reporter.” Chewing on the words through her smile, “To learn what it’s like to be a futanari.”

*****

Red was a nickname I had gone by for most of my life due to my naturally flame-red hair that flowed down just below my shoulder blades. My mothers would say that it looked like a flame was chasing me when I ran. I was a white petite girl, only barely clearing five feet without the assistance of heels. Perched on my small button nose was a pair of thin black rimmed glasses in front of a pair of brown eyes. My clothing and body I believed were unremarkable, especially my breasts which had stopped growing at what I thought was a pathetic b-cup. Throughout high school while not ostracized, I was not popular by any means and tended to go unnoticed in most situations. This being a quality I didn’t mind as it made overhearing interesting stories a snap.

Just a day ago I was Red the rookie new writer at Cliques, one of the most popular online publications catering to young women. Cliques covered anything from fashion tips, the love lives of celebrities, upcoming pop culture, tips to improve one’s sex life, and more recently short romantic erotic stories typically told first-hand. Unsurprisingly the erotic stories were the most read stories on the site and my debut article that recanted my secret sexual relationship with the pastor’s girl who lived next door made a huge splash on the sites’ hit counter. I would like to think it was so popular not because of how hot the story was, but that it was true as told first-hand by me.

I wanted to share more stories, but this time I wanted to focus on the erotic stories of what it was like to be with a futanari. But I was in a bind, I had never knowingly met a futanari let alone spoke with one about her sex life. Pornography revealed about as much reality as normal porn did, giving the impression every sexual encounter began at the drop of a hat and involved a healthy amount of breathing through teeth. I didn’t even know how to write my piece, should it be a journal I publish online or a series? The questions got jammed in the doorway of my mind, giving me an unbreakable case of writers block before I even began my quest.

*****

“You’re hooked on a new story I see. You’re always bringing your laptop to bed whenever you’re too hooked on Sincan Escort a job to sleep.”

That was Tess, we had been dating for about three years and been roommates since college. We met while I was a writer for our university’s newspaper; she became my editor at the paper and later lover. Throughout college she was the one who gave me the confidence to pursue unique and challenging stories. I grew to be a writer professionally, while Tess pursued her own passions as a personal trainer. For everything I was Tess was the exact opposite. While I was a petite shy redhead who hid behind her glasses whenever she could, Tess was a 6 foot tall amazon. With shining blonde hair kept in a tight braided ponytail and bright blue eyes that begged for attention Tess was the center of attention wherever we went. Every inch of her body sported tight toned muscle, and yet she still maintained a soft bouncing pair of D-cup breasts and a skinny feminine figure.

“Well I sorta struck gold with the last one, so now I want to strike while the iron is hot you know?” I replied. Tess strode across the bedroom, curved hips swaying in her tight spandex shorts fitted to her toned theighs as she disappeared into our closet. “How was work?”

“No rest for the wicked huh? ” Replied Tess, poking out of the closet missing her pink tank top her breasts struggled against moments ago. “That’s probably pretty good though, seeing as how your first story was such a big hit”. I muttered an agreement before losing myself in the screen of my laptop again, staring at the blinking cursor in my blank word document.

“Stuck?” Tess had suddenly appeared next to me on the bed looking over my shoulder. She had abandoned her gym clothes for an oversized grey T-shirt and black panties. I confirmed her suspicions with a sigh and bit my thumb. “Time for my cure then!” she purred before kissing me on the cheek, sliding to the end of the bed and flipping the skirt of my blue sundress above my waist. “Went with red today I see, pretty scandalous.”

Tess’s “cure” for writers block was going down on me. She believed that if she could force my thoughts out while I was on the path to orgasm then it would be a breeze to get them out on paper. “Wait, Tess you just got home and I haven’t-” I stammered as Tess was slipping my panties down my legs, leaving my pussy exposed.

“Mmm” She purred, “It’s been far too long.” She gently spread my legs I was pitifully attempting to keep closed, sliding her thumbs along my inner thigh. She began planting soft kisses on my leg, starting by my knee and working closer and closer to until she planted a kiss just inches from my pussy. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and a wetness growing between my legs. Tess continued to massage my thighs, her breath brushing along my exposed pussy lips, my heart jumping with each exhale. “So, who’s your audience for this one?” she breathed.

“Uh” I stammered, feeling my face grow hot “Curious and clueless teenage girls, and young women looking to get off.” I managed to get out. I rocked my hips in weak attempts at regaining control.

“Alright, I’m a dumb horny teenager. Tell me Miss Red, what’s a futanari?” She asked in a suddenly high pitched voice.

“Well, there are two genders, females and – Oh god!” I was interrupted by Tess using her thumbs to open my now-soaking twat and diving tongue-first into my opening. Gasps forced their way out of my lungs as I felt her wet tongue slide along my pussy lips. She worked her way up and down my slit, stopping to plant a wet kiss with her lips on my clit. When she planted a kiss she would purr out an “mmmm”, the vibrations forcing me to arch my back and curl my toes.

After planting an extra-long kiss, she released my tingling clit with a loud smack. Tess leaned back and raised an eyebrow. “Miss Red,” She said with a pout “I’m here to learn, I can’t keep going if you’re not going to teach me.” She said in her teenager-voice. My heart was pounding and I could feel sweat droplets forming on my forehead. This was her cure; get me started and desperate to force out my thoughts.

“You are something else.” I muttered in-between panting breaths. Tess began running her finger up and down my pussy lips as I began again, each lap sending waves of pleasure. “So there are two genders, females and futanari. Futanari share all the characteristics of a female but instead of a vagina and ovaries they have a penis and testes. While clothed Futanari look identical to a Female, as the only physical indication of their gender is visible while naked. Futanari are also much rarer than females, with roughly 1 in 500 births being a futanari, meaning it’s possible for some people to have never knowingly met a futana-MMMMM”

I was interrupted again; Tess had buried her face in my practically dripping pussy and planted her lips around my clit. Trapped between her warm lips, my clit was electrified with relentless pleasure. Sincan Escort Bayan Her tongue darted circles around it’s prey, sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine along my body. My eyes forced themselves shut as her pace quickened, feeling only her soft wetness as it slid across the surface of my clit.

Tess freed my clit with a “POP” and returned to work on licking up and down my pussy lips. “Is that it? Why would little me need to know about Futanari then?” She asked innocently between licks.

“Well, futanari are necessary to make children. Typically two women get married, and when they want to have a child they somehow come in contact with a futanari. God this is hard when you flick your tongue on my clit like that.” I grunted out as she returned to work. “When a woman wishes to be impregnated by a futanari she wears a yellow armband or bracelet telling any futanari that she wishes to bear a child. Somehow she meets a futanari, the futanari’s penis enters her vagina and ejaculates and bam there’s a bun in the oven. But as to the real circumstances of what it’s like to be with a futanari I just don’t k-” I suddenly stopped short, my breath caught in my throat.

Tess had returned to sucking and licking on my clit, but had thrust two of her fingers into my practically gushing depths. With each flick across my clit with her tongue she slid her fingers across the top wall of my cunt in a ‘come-hither’ motion along my G-spot. I gripped the bed sheets so hard I feared I might rip them, the pleasure coursing throughout my body uncontrollable. The combination of her tongue and hands caused my legs to twitch, sliding across the sheets like I was trying to swim away.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god” I stammered with each repetition higher pitched than the last. Tess jumped her pace into a sprint, tongue attacking my clit and fingers sliding in and out of me at a blurred pace. Loud sucking, slurping and panting filled the room like a lewd chorus. Glancing down between my legs I saw Tess’s blonde head bobbing up and down between my thighs, her panty-covered ass swaying behind her. Tess began purring as her motions broke into a sprint, the vibrations of her lips forcing such pleasure I forgot how to inhale.

“Oh god I’m gonna- I’m gonna- I’m gonna- Oh Tess!” I screamed as an orgasm overtook me. Tess continued her assault, fingers and tongue working overtime on my throbbing pussy. My vision went white as I stammered out moan after moan. I felt my feet kick along the bed with every pleasurable wave that coursed through my body, fingers gripping the sheets as if my life depended on it. Tess slowed her pace as the tremors slowly gave way to my post-orgasm numbness.

Tess popped her mouth off of me and slid her soaking fingers out of my opening. Wiping her mouth of her saliva and my juices she purred as she climbed up my lifeless body, planting a wet kiss on my lips. I could taste myself on her tongue. “So there you go, you’re looking for stories of what it’s like to fuck a futanari.” She whispered in my ear. Tess curled up next to me, allowing my head to rest on her shoulder as I recovered.

“Thank you” I whispered.

*****

I started my research like any good glorified web blogger would, by asking around on anonymous message and imageboards. The results were to be expected, a whole lot of poorly phrased lewd anecdotes, derogatory requests for images of myself, and enough dick pictures to fill several thumb drives. After a week of flipping through images of cocks at various stages of erection and ejaculation I received a strange private message:

I believe I may be able to help, but I can promise nothing. Come to the attached address this Friday at 7PM. Bring 200 dollars and ask for Cass, tell her your guardian angel sent you.

You also might want to brush up on your poker skills.

The request for money made me nervous, but I was desperate for a story and I figured I might as well give the place a look and tear out as soon as I felt any bad vibes. I spent most of the week brushing up on my poker skills, hoping that my informant didn’t expect me to win, because that was never going to happen. Eventually Friday night did slowly roll around, I ventured into the unknown, hoping I would at least come home with a new story.

*****

The address from the message was only just outside of the city, nestled in right where the suburbs are beginning to transform into the rural farmland. The trip would only be twenty minutes at most, but time slowed to a crawl as the knot in my stomach grew tighter and tighter feeling like my insides could snap at any moment. Why do I trust some weird online message? Why am I risking my life for the sake of someone’s personal smut story? “No” I said aloud to myself, “It’s not just a smut story, it’s about writing the truth”.

Following my GPS I turned off the main road and passed under an archway that instantly released the pressure Escort Sincan in my stomach. Written in large lamp-lit letters along the archway read “Ark Nursery”. It all suddenly made sense in my mind; I was looking for first hand sexual experiences of a futanari, so of course I was going to a nursery.

A nursery is a set off area from a city where soon to be mothers and new mothers alike live with their families. These areas are for expectant mothers as well as mothers with young children to live in a safe comfortable environment. From the time a woman was pregnant she is invited to live at a nursery until the child reaches the age of five upon which the mothers of the child are expected to leave and return to normal housing. A nursery typically looks much like that of a college campus, with its own enclosed space and various buildings within the grounds, all for the purpose of providing for expectant and young mothers.

The Ark Nursery grounds were filled with apartment buildings with lush garden balconies and large windows lined the outer walls. Parks and playgrounds were full of children playing while mothers chatted and watched from nearby benches. Pairs of women pushing strollers glided down the sidewalks past tables of women enjoying some evening tea while rubbing their pregnant bellies. Outside a health clinic a woman in scrubs was chatting with a very pregnant soon-to-be mother, clutching her bulging belly, before heading home for the evening. Across the street from the clinic a group of women each sporting the beginnings of a pregnancy bump sat outside a coffee shop enjoying the sunset. Everything a mother would need was in this place and it just reeked of a maternal atmosphere. Everywhere I looked there was either someone visibly pregnant, had a small child, or had a small child and was visibly pregnant.

My GPS coordinates led me to the center of the nursery grounds at the foot of what appeared to be a massive glass hotel. Statues of what looked like goddesses poured water in glowing fountains on the path to the doors, the surface of the water sparkling from the lights of the massive structure. A large black archway covered the entrance with big white letters: “The Guardian Angel”; obviously the hotel’s name. Women in bellhop uniforms held the door while a valet in a tight black blouse and pair of slacks scurried over to my car and squatted in front of my open window. “Here for the evening or to stay?” She asked in a casual tone.

“Just the evening.” I tried to say in my most I-know-what-I’m-doing voice, despite having no idea where I was. Surrendering my car to the valet I strode to the front of the hotel, pushing past the large class doors. The entrance gave way to a large reception hall where all the walls appeared to be made out of marble and fountains calmly flowed water in the center of the grant room. Valets and bellhops scurried around carrying bags for various women whom were often visibly pregnant or carrying children. Classical music echoed throughout the room from unseen speakers. Everything looked so clean and sharp, I suddenly felt very out of place.

Approaching the front desk, praying I was in the right place the receptionist smiled up at me. She wore a sharp suit top and white blouse and tight black skirt. Her flowing brown hair and kind brown eyes behind thin glasses exhaled an air of professionalism yet warmth. “Welcome, how may I help you today?” She asked in a bright tone.

“I’m uh, meeting someone” I stammered, failing to not sound creepy “I’m supposed to ask for someone named Cass?”

The receptionist’s eye brightened with a smile. “Right the way Ma’am.” She said, striding from her post down one of the large marble hallways of the room. She guided me to the entranceway of what appeared to be the resort lounge. A large bar lined the back of the dark room in front of booths and tables. A large stage hosted a small band playing jazz for a group of onlookers enjoying mixed drinks. The receptionist strode to the hostess, who wore a glittering blue cocktail dress, whispering in her ear and pointing at me.

The hostess beckoned me to follow with the flick of a finger to the far corner of the lounge and a table of five women playing cards. Actually, only four were playing cards. One woman was perched across another’s lap; a blonde with a strangely bored look on her face. The hostess bent over and whispered into the ear of a woman at the table, who then looked up at me and casually asked “Whatchya need?”

“I uh-” I stammered “I was told to come here and ask for Cass which is you I guess. My guardian angel sent me.” A smile escaped onto the faces of all the women playing cards.

“Cass you are just wrapped around that girl’s finger aren’t you? Now she’s sending lost puppies to you praying for a litter now?” chucked the woman with the bored looking blonde partner. “You’re too crazy about that woman. She’s had what, eight of your kids now?”

“Nine. You’re just jealous you can’t get a piece of her Jackie” Cass replied, “She goes back to that perfect body after every child and I can’t stay away.” Cass turned to me, remembering I was there. “So, what’s your partners name then?”

I was caught off guard by the question, “Uh, her name’s Tess, how did you-?”

Chapter 5

Hot date… for one…

It was Saturday morning and I found myself alone in bed, waking up to the smell of fresh coffee which was a treat, seeing how I’m the one who is usually up first putting on the morning brew, long before Veronica has to be up. It was part of our routine and it was also something I liked to do for her, like brushing the snow off of her car in winter…

“Morning Vee! You’re up awful early on a Saturday, couldn’t sleep for some reason?” I asked as I came into the kitchen to find Veronica rushing around, she was cleaning…

“I know… I couldn’t sleep, and boy did this kitchen need cleaning, I’ve been letting stuff like this go around here, I’m sorry for that Dana”… She said back to me while rushing to take off her rubber gloves then pulling out a broom to start sweeping.

Right away I knew what was going on with her… She was guilt-cleaning…

“Come here Vee, put that down down and come talk to me”… I said to her while taking the broom from her and setting it aside while having her sit with me at our kitchen table…

“Listen, I can see you’re nervous, and I know you tend to clean when something’s bothering you. Are you having second thoughts about going out tonight?” I asked after sitting her down and refilling her cup…

“Well, yes…and no… Oh I don’t know what to think”… She began, sounding rather unsure and flustered really… “I do want to go… I love the idea of letting my hair down and having some fun, but then I think about what were doing… I mean, I’m married, but I’m going on a date with another man, with our best friend”…

Hearing her say that took me back a second…

“You think Reg is ‘our’ best friend? Is that how you see him?” I asked, not that it was hugely important, I’d just never heard her refer to him like that before as ‘our best friend’…

“Well, yeah sure… You guy’s are practically like brothers, you’re that close… So I’ll call him a ‘best-friend’ or he’s certainly one of them”… She answered but I understood, as I told her.

“Oh I know baby… Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s wonderful for you to see him that way… Like we say, it’s kinda of important we all get along, and it’s nice to hear you say stuff like that”… I said to her as we both paused then with me thinking of having her look at this a little differently…

“So, if you’re nervous, and we’re all ‘just-friends’… Why even call it a ‘date’?”… I asked as she looked at me a little puzzled…

“What I’m saying is… If you ask me baby… Calling it a ‘date’ adds too much pressure… So why don’t we just say you and ‘your’ best friend are going out dancing tonight? Does that help take the edge off?”… I asked trying to make her feel better and it seemed to, she was glad that I was thinking so level-headed… But to be honest, I was just as nervous as she was…

This was all freaking me out just as much, but I also knew that I needed to be there to support her… Hell, I even asked if she wanted to back out…

“Or if you’re that unsure, you know you can cancel… I’m sure Reg will understand”… I said to her but the look she gave me, it was like backing out wasn’t an option for her, or one that she’d never seriously considered…

“What? No… I couldn’t do that to him, I’d never be able to face him again… No, I’m going, I want to go… I’m just nervous about how you’re going to think and feel… Also? What are you going to do with yourself while were out? You know we could be late, like when we all went out the last time, we didn’t back till like 3am that night”…

Smiling I could see her doing it again, getting herself worked up over small stuff and looking for excuses. It was almost like she was waiting for me to be the one to tell her not to go, but I kind of felt the same, I wanted her to go, but neither did I want any awkward tension with Reg… I was fine, but I knew Veronica would feel bad every time she saw him, which would be quite often considering he lives on our land…

“Don’t you worry about me, I’ll be fine on my own” I started saying to her… “Between TV and the internet, I should be able to keep myself entertained… And!” I added sounding excited… “And… I get order a pizza with pineapple!” I adding joking again to break some of the tension, because she hates pineapple on pizza… I love it, and I don’t care what anyone thinks…

“Oh well, doesn’t that make me feel a whole lot better”… She answered sarcastically as I stood putting my cup in the sink and taking up the broom I continued from where she’d left off, sending her to the showers after suggesting something that seemed to perk her up…

“Hey look, it’s after 9am, the mall opens at 10… Why don’t you grab a shower and we’ll head over, pull out Mr. Visa card and maybe look for a new dress”… I said turning and smiling as she did the same…

“Really?” She asked looking much brighter, happier…

“Yeah sure, and you can go see Shirley too if Pursaklar Escort you like”… I added mentioning her stylist but then crinkling her nose at me she looked a little leery on that one…

“Yeah… That’s a good idea, but Sheila is a bit gobby, and she has this way of getting stuff out of me. I’d be afraid I’d say something, so I shouldn’t”… She answered but again, I had to let her know that she wasn’t doing anything wrong…

“Ahh… Who cares what Sheila thinks? Remember. You’re not doing anything wrong, you’re just going dancing with a friend”… I let her know as she rose and turned to head up for her shower.

“Yeah! A ‘guy’ friend… A very ‘hot’ guy friend… So no… I just need a set; I’ll see if I can get in at hairdressers in the mall… You don’t mind waiting for me?” She asked and I was cool with that, I had some things I needed to pick up as well.

“Yeah, I’m good… I need a few things, we can split up for a while, you can text me when you’re ready… How’s that sound?” I suggested and she smiled and nodded while turning away, heading up stairs, which left me with a kitchen to tidy up…

***

The mall was torture… Or it was for me after finishing my rounds, I found myself with time to wander and window shop. I thought about going for a beer in the one of the restaurants, but it was still early…

After a while I didn’t know what to do with myself, until later rather than sooner, Veronica finally emerged from the hairdressers with a new and amazing look that had me doing double and triple takes all the way home…

“Wow!” I gasped upon seeing her…

“You cut you’re hair! I thought you were just having it set?”… I asked standing there, stunned with this new look of hers, and from where the idea came from? I had no idea, but there she was with her hair cut short… Very short… Cut with a trimmer up one side leaving her blond hair almost scalp short on her left with the rest of her hair sweeping over in longer, styled fringe at the front.

It was such a different look for her, and I was nearly beside myself, but man! Did she look fantastic… Incredible even… She really looked stunning…

“Do you really like it? I wasn’t sure… I’ve never had my hair this short before, and I’m kind nervous about it”… She asked sounding like she felt, vulnerable I suppose…

“I love it Vee, it looks amazing, and so do you…Seeing you like this makes me wish I was the one taking you out tonight! Hey, did you wanna grab an early lunch?”… I said to her wanting to reassure her, but saying that at the end, wishing I was the one going out with her, it did garner a look…

“Yeah sure, I don’t know if I’ll eat much later so okay, and thank you by the way, I needed to hear that”… She said back smiling now and feeling better as I kissed her cheek and took her arm as we made for one of restaurants in the mall.

“Umm? Dana can I ask you something?”… She said once we’d been seated and placed our orders…

“Yeah sure, you can ask me anything, you know that”… I answered, taking her hand across the table and looking into her eyes. She looked so different with her hair short, but I loved it just as much as I loved her…

“How come you’re so okay with this?”… She asked then and honestly, I felt like I was on the back foot all of a sudden, the reality of what we were doing coming back…

“I’m sorry baby… I know we’ve talked about this, and we’re okay with having a little fun, but sometimes I don’t understand, or maybe I forget but… I don’t know? But, what is it that makes you want this?”

Thinking, I didn’t have a one line or definitive answer. Her question made me feel weak as a husband, and even I was having second thoughts, but I tried not to get too defensive…

“You know? I ask myself that same question all the time? I wonder if there’s something wrong with me… But when I think of it like ‘why’ I’m doing it? As opposed to how? Like ‘how’ a guy can have these fantasies of his wife getting close to someone else…and other things? I don’t know… I guess I just think of you being happy Vee, that’s what I want more than anything, is for you to be happy”…

We’d been through the whole ‘I can’t please you’ thing a million times, even though I knew that I did please her and we did have a great sex life, but still… It was there, I knew she craved more and subliminally or whatever, I did get off on the whole ‘cuckold’ aspect or the idea of it anyway.

It was confusing when I thought about to too much, and like I’d said to Veronica… I was a psychiatrists dream client… But I didn’t want to get bogged down in the muck and mire of it all… I just wanted us to have fun… Or let her have fun, how ever that came about…

“Sorry if I’m being vague, just saying I want you to be happy, I’m sure there’s much more to this, but I also know that if I think about it, I really start second guessing myself so, let’s just leave all that Pursaklar Escort Bayan crap behind for now huh? Let’s just try to enjoy this, and take it for what it is”… I added but I didn’t think I was any farther ahead with her as she asked me then…

“That’s what I don’t understand Dana… What is this?”…She asked, but all I could do was let her know that we were just ‘us’ trying to live our lives.

“And you know we still don’t have to do this… You and I can go out… Hey, were you going to show me that dress? or do I have to wait?” I asked trying to reassure her again while also trying to change the subject before we did end up talking ourselves out of this… Whatever ‘this’ was…

“No! You can’t see my dress! But seriously? I still want to go… I feel guilty as hell, but you’re right… We’re just living our lives — our way… I like how you said that, and yeah it isn’t anyone else’s business but ours so, okay, I’ll try and not ‘over-think’ this as you say… I know Reg will be able to tell if I’m not comfortable… Do… Do you think he’ll like my hair?” She said to me letting me know that she did want to go out with Reg, and I was glad to hear her asking me if she thought he’d like her hair. It told me she was still interested…

“Baby, he’s gonna love you”… I said back to her as we walked out of the restaurant holding hands…

***

Of course Veronica was a mess the rest of the afternoon, and to be honest, I was no better. We didn’t see Reg during the day, his car was gone, so that was kind of good… I mean it’s not like anyone was being avoided, I think his not being around added more to the mystery of this thing, and I know I would have been tongue-tide if we were to run into each other…

“Oh Wow! Hot wife is right!”… I said as Veronica finally came downstairs, her eyes looked nervous but the rest of her was ‘Mee-owww!’ She was hot…and the dress!

“You think so? Do you like my dress? It’s not too short is it? I wanted something that sparkles, and I thought this was kind of cute”… She asked while explaining her very short but stunning, hot, deep red all sequined dress… A strapless little thing that left her creamy white shoulders bare, the low bodice hardly able to contain her big tits out in front of her, held up high and presented so beautifully in her strapless push up bra…

“Baby you look amazing! And no, your dress isn’t too short, it’s stunning… You look like one of those flapper girls from like the 1920’s, I love it! Trust me, you’re gonna kill it out there on the dance floor”… I said to her, boosting her up as much as I could without gushing.

She did look gorgeous in the red sequins with her matching high heels, and with her hair cut the way it was, short with that buzz-cut up the one side, everything looked so different on her but damn! She was hot…

Part of me wanted to say things like I wished I was going, but of course I didn’t want to sound anyway forlorn, like a sad sack feeling sorry for myself… I knew she was still on edge, but then ending our conversation, and surprising us both, we looked to one and other, our eyes growing wide as we heard Reg tapping on our patio door signalling that he was here, and this… This was it!

***

“Oh hey! Hi Reg, come on in buddy… You’re dance partner is all ready for you… How does she look? Seems I didn’t do too bad in the old wife department huh?”… I said to him hoping he couldn’t hear the nervousness in my voice as I opened the sliding glass door, letting him in…

Smiling at him, I watching as he stepped through the door, it was easy to see that he was indeed dressed like he was going out, wearing a pair of black pressed trousers with an ivory white pinstriped shirt, open in front showing off some of his pecs when he moved…

Stepping in as I made my nervous introduction, Reg merely nodded as he looked through me, saying hello and giving me a weak handshake… Once he’d set eyes on her… Reg’s attention immediately turned to Veronica…

“Yeah… Uhh hey Dana… Yeah she looks great”… He said stepping past me…

“Wow Vee… What can I say? You look absolutely ravishing… I told you that you’d look good with short hair, you look fantastic, I’m so honoured”… Reg said to her as he dropped my hand and was over to her in a second, moving in front of her as she stood there by the kitchen island looking shy but sexy as all hell, dressed to the nine’s and ready for her night out with her ‘friend’…

I did however pick up on him saying she’d look good with short hair, saying it in an ‘I told you so’ sort of way… He wasn’t being mean about it of course, but it did make me wonder… Was Reg the one who had suggested she get it cut short?… and then she did so?…without telling me?

Watching as he stepped up to her, and taking her hand, he kissed her cheek with her eyes flicking to me and then quickly away, back to Reg as she blushed, yet still, she was Escort Pursaklar smiling…

“Wow… I don’t know what to say? I feel under-dressed, but this isn’t about me, you’re the star of this show tonight Vee, and so if the lady would like to take my arm? Your carriage awaits”… He said to her, making a gallant gesture, bending at the waist and offering her the crook of his arm…

“Oh really? My carriage? Is it a limo or an Uber?”… Veronica asked as she slipped her hand in, taking Reg’s muscular arm and making it look natural as we laughed a little with her questioning just what type of carriage he had awaiting…

“Okay, you got me… It’s an Uber, but it’s a nice one… I made sure”… Red replied as we all chuckled once again, taking away some of the pressure we were all feeling. Or I knew I was anyway…

“Well… This is where things get real huh?” I asked with the three of us all walking out to our front door… I was trying to be funny, but they both went quiet… “Hey! I’m only kidding! You two go have a great time, and stay out late, I’ll be fine”… I added then trying to reassure them both once again with Veronica asking me one last time…

“You sure you’ll be okay? I feel so bad going out and leaving you here…” She added, and for one last time, I let her know…

“Hey, listen… For the millionth time baby go… Go have fun, and think of it this way… If I went with you and sat in a noisy club, you’d feel even worse out on the dance floor knowing I’m stuck at a table all by myself hating how loud it was… At least this way, I can do whatever I want… I might even go sit in the hot tub and chill out under the stars”… I said to her as Reg chipped in agreeing and telling me where he’s left the weed if I wanted any…

“Yeah man, I cleaned the hot tub this morning and hey, there’s some bud in a baggie there too, if you wanna smoke anything, be my guest… Remember what’s mine is yours man”… He said to me, and I almost came back saying the same, but I held my tongue thinking of what that would imply in regard to what we were doing…

“Hey that sounds cool… Beer, pizza, a joint, and a hot tub… Hell, I’m kinda glad you guys are going out… So go have fun, and don’t worry about me, like I said… I’ll be fine”…

Saying this to her one last time as I kissed Veronica on the lips and damn did she smell good up close… Then with Reg shaking my hand again, and meaning it this time, he said thanks once more as they walked out with his hand placed on the small of her back, leaving me at the front door with the two of them walking down our driveway.

“Hey! I’ll text you later okay?”… Veronica called back, but as I thought of it, I told her otherwise…

“No, turn your phone off baby… That way you won’t worry or have to feel like you need to check in with me… Please, just go have a good time, I know how you’re feeling, but you’ll see… Have a few drinks, go wild, that’s what this is about right? So don’t worry about me okay?”… I said back to her at a louder volume with them half way down our long gravel driveway, as Veronica turned then saying “Okay’ with Reg holding her door open, helping her into the back of their Uber, a nice sized black Mercedes…

Watching the car drive away, vacantly I was left thinking to myself that he was right… It was a ‘nice’ Uber…. But then with the truth and realization washing over me, I did feel an ominous chill hitting me, one of those…’My God! What have we started?’ kind of feelings…

Try to calming myself, as I had been trying to do with Veronica all day, I focused on what I had planned for the night, and it started with me ordering my large Hawaiian pizza…

Once off the phone, and knowing I had some time, I cracked a beer and headed over to the hot-tub area to finds the weed Reg had left, figuring I’d roll up my ‘dessert’ to be had later in the evening…

It was nice out, so I also brought my lap top thinking I might do a little work, but more than this, I was looking for anything at all that would keep me distracted and stop me from thinking too much.

I knew it was going to be hard, but at least it was better than bouncing off the walls all night thinking, wondering and speculating, imagining every possible scenario I could think of, ending of course with them doing it, or if not, they would be doing ‘something’ at least.

So, like half an hour later, I had my pizza out on the deck with my beer where I did manage to kill some time getting a few thing tidied up with work… But when I looked to the clock on my lap top, I was disappointed to see that not even two hours had past since they left…

It was a bit of a bummer, and with it starting to get dark, I decided to head in and get away from the mosquitoes until they died off in few hours.

Flipping the TV channels around and finding nothing, I thought of maybe watching some porn and having a wank to relieve some pressure, but I didn’t want to go there just yet… It was only like 9:30pm by this point, and I knew I still had long night in front of me.

Finding myself becoming a bit board and restless, of course my mind did wander, picturing the two of them, wondering where they were, and what they were doing… I could only imagine they’d be having dinner to start…

She’d done it. She’d once again put together the fee for the personal fluffing service, dumped the guy she’d been using as her plaything, and booked herself in. In the last few months she’d taken out her piercings and the hole liners, letting the flesh grow back over the modifications to her flesh. Her body was back to its original shape, and maybe a bit more in trim, as she’d been able to keep herself very active since her first visit to the ‘Hotel’.

This time she was booked in for four weeks. She’d taken a ‘month off’ contraceptive pill so her body would be available for the whole time she was away. Her hair was grown out longer than ever, almost down to her waist. She’d also been practising wearing higher and higher heels, getting herself ready for her current adventure. She had some definite ideas of what she wanted to happen…

Her arrival at the ‘Hotel’ was as before. In traditional hospitality mode, she arrived after the 11 AM room vacating point. The ornately appointed building had been recently cleaned and repainted. The fluffing business was clearly a good one to be in!

Checking in was the same, handing over all her personal possessions for secure storage for the duration of her stay. This time however she was told by the receptionist “The Director would like to meet you before you get started. Please follow the bellboy.”

She did as she was asked, not sure why the change, or the more ‘personal’ treatment. It did not matter to her, as long as she got the release she was craving for.

The office she was led to was absolutely as she expected it. Wood panelled walls, leather bound books on fitted bookcases. A big oak desk at one side with a leather faced chair. And the windows had fantastic views out over the manicured gardens, seen through their multi-panelled glass, that went all the way up to the high ceilings.

“Ah, come in my dear, and do please sit down. You may call me professor – there are no names here, as we take your confidentiality seriously.”

She sat down as he bade her do, looking at him inquiringly, not knowing how to start the conversation. Fortunately, he did.

“I’ve asked you for this brief chat for two reasons. The first is administrative. Due to how far you went last time you were with us – nono, no need to blush…” She had turned crimson thinking the grey haired gentleman knew of her previous visit – “I don’t know the details, just the relative levels! Anyway given the level you reached on your first visit, we feel that you should sign an extended consent form, which will allow us to fulfil your requirements, but keep us all, yourself included, protected. The form is on the desk there, but I would like you to hear the second reason for this visit before you sign the form…

“If you’d come to us just a week ago for a second visit, we would have refused you. We aren’t in the business of creating, for the lack of a more descriptive term, nymphettes. However as you are back here relatively quickly, I’d like you to make sure in your mind that you are in control of yourself.”

She sat there for a minute or two, reviewing how she was feeling. Eventually she told him “Thank you for your concern. But although I am looking forward to my month, I know it will be a buildup. If I was getting that addicted, I would be straight in there, demanding satisfaction! I am however intending to have a really great time, and not just the fluffing – I intend to enjoy some of your other facilities this time.”

“Good, I’m very glad to hear you say that – In that case please sign the form, and I hope we meet your expectations and that we’ll see you again… Just not too soon!”

He handed her a pen with a flourish and a big grin.

She signed the form after reading it, realising that it just confirmed what she wanted and that it was of her own free will. She got up and was shown to the door, where the bellboy escorted her to her bedroom. The same one as before.

Her time had started.

It began the same way, with her logging on to the computer by the bed in the bedroom part of her suite. The cameras that were recording her every move in that room were running already. And she could feel the wet warmness of her pussy juices where they had dripped down her legs. The body she was wearing under her dress provided no barrier to their flow, and they pooled under her on the seat as her first session began.

Her personal fluffer suggested an outfit and the toys she would be using. She quickly agreed, going to stand by the dumb waiter as the first of the items shot up to her access point. It was a sexy, sheer bra and panty set, in red with some satin panels in strategic locations.

She went to her en-suite, and undressed, dropped her clothing down the laundry chute. First off she used the douche shower attachment to give her pussy and ass a good thorough clean-out. It took several goes of filling her rectum with warm water and expelling it before the water came out clear. Having seen to her erogenous Polatlı Escort zone preparations, she proceeded to a leisurely shower and went through the body air dryer. Now she was clean and ready she headed back into the bedroom.

While she’d been getting cleaned up, a new load had arrived in the dumb waiter. A sexy shiny black butt plug, an internal vibrator and a couple of vibrating nipple patches were ready for her. She stuck the pads to her nipples, slipped the vibrating egg into herself, and with some effort and a couple of squirts of lube got the plug into her back orifice. She put on the bra and panties, keeping the wires that trailed from her toys out. After sitting on the chair before the computer terminal, she plugged the cables into the appropriately marked sockets on the chair. This provided continuous power and gave control over to the computer and her fluffer, should they wish to interfere.

Her fluffer soon had her directed to some of the facilities’ porn, which had an appropriate track to control the toys attached to her body. The film she was watching was a particularly raunchy one, with two lesbians on screen, one pleasuring the other. Each time a nipple was licked, the vibrating patch on the same nipple went off. Stronger for a suck, and stronger still for a nibble.

The vibrator in her pussy and the butt plug in her ass behaved similarly. The intensity proportionate to the events on screen, and the strongest pulses reserved for the pussy and ass fisting the on screen star was receiving.

The orgasm came upon her quickly. She was grinding her pussy and clit into the padding of the chair to bring herself off harder. The sensations were powerful and all her bits incredibly sensitive. The toys didn’t let up, driving her to a second, then a third orgasm. The third one took hold of her and kept going for a good minute before the action on her monitor stopped, leaving the stimulators to die off.

It took her at least quarter of an hour before she could find the energy to unplug herself from the chair, then wobble off to remove her personal pleasure tormentors.

She took the rest of the afternoon off, watched a film, wandered the grounds and investigated the communal areas. There were very few people around, clearly preferring their private rooms. One or two did however lounge around the pool, and one was in the bar. All very casual, but no eye contact.

Before going to bed that evening, she had a light meal, needing the energy to replace what she’d spent earlier. Back in her room, she signed back on to the service, wanting a little treat to settle her in. Instead she got what was to be the beginning of her personal desire.

To help her to bed a package was sent up by dumb waiter. In it was a small pill pack, some toiletries and a purple all over catsuit, with some strange protuberances and some thicker parts of the material in unexpected places. Ignoring the strange parts, she took it, the talc and a bottle of lube to the bathroom.

A quick shower and dry later, she was faced with the latex zentai, some trepidation as she did not know the functionality of the suit and a lot of anticipation of what she knew would be incredibly erotic, kinky and fulfilling.

She took the pills, the first identified as a muscle relaxant, and the second as some kind of hormone.

She lubed up her pussy and ass, applied talc to the rest of her body, and tied her hair back into a ponytail. Then she slipped her legs into the suit, through the hole in its back. After making sure it was properly seated, the rubber nubs and protrusions touching her pussy, the tight rubber riding up her ass crack and touching her bum hole, she walked, hips swaying, over to the bed to sit in the middle of it.

She attached the suit’s plumbing connector to the attachment plate on the side of the bedside cabinet, slipped her arms and head into the top of the suit, plunging her into darkness, and lay back.

The gentle, almost subtle vibrations that started up were as good as she hoped. What happened next however surprised her.

The latex began to inflate in strategic areas. The gloves stiffened and compressed up, forming into mittens. Ribs the length of the arms and legs inflated, stiffening out, shaping her body into an X on the bed. As the vibrating pads on her pussy, ass and nipples sped up, rings inflated around the base of her breasts, followed by a second one just above that. The one at the base deflated, followed by a third one inflating… all the way to the tips of her tits. The highly sexy feeling was of her breasts being skillfully milked outwards.

A small nodule inserted itself into her well prepared ass, inflating and deflating in regular pulses.

Into her now dripping wet pussy, a tube of latex inserted itself, and as the ribs in it inflated, her pussy walls were stretched out, giving her a delightful feeling of fullness.

Her mouth was not free of the sexual torture now engulfing her. A similar Polatlı Escort Bayan procedure to her pussy was going on, but thinner and longer, swelling in her mouth and deep into the back of it. Fortunately the nose holes in the head of the catsuit allowed her to breath!

The invading members pulsed, and vibrated. And they kept her going through a good couple of orgasms, keeping her right on the edge for ages each time. Then the vibrators shut off.

She was kept in this state of bondage all night. Every once in a while the invaders moving up a notch. The pussy tube enlarging and lengthening, the ass one enlarging and the mouth one dipping down her throat and back out again. Her breasts were stretched out by the milking, but occasionally the cleverly crafted latex would stiffen into a cup, which was then evacuated, sucking her breasts out into them.

This was to be the pattern of her treatment for the first two weeks. A day spent in relaxation and orgasmic bliss, trying new toys and clothing and fluffing sessions, followed by a night of bondage bliss. Even after the first week she could feel the effects of the nightly session, along with the drug combo. Her breasts were slowly inflating, becoming firmer and more toned. Her ass and pussy could take bigger and longer toys than ever. And she had almost completely lost her gag reflex.

Her experiences in the day with the toys told her she’d be stocking up on a sybian when she got home.

At the end of the second week, she was back to where she was at the end of her first visit, at least in terms of being able to take a 3 litre fizzy bottle into her stretched depths. The slow training leaving her flesh more elastic than before, her lips returning to their normal tight configuration after the removal of the largest pleasure toys she was sent by dumb waiter. Additionally she was able to take fist sized toys as well as her own fist up her ass. Her throat was able to take a pounding she gave herself with a foot long dildo, without so much as a twinge of gagging.

That however was just the start of the changes she was to go through.

The first day of the third week, her fluffer gave her new instructions. Her dumb waiter provided her with a waist cincher corset, gloves, a pair of ballet boots, some elastic, some large bulldog clips, a massive vibrator and several black boxes the size of a pack of playing cards. She put on the boots and the corset, leaving the tapes hanging loose. She attached the ends of the tapes, one set to into each black box, then put on the gloves. There was a brief whirring sound, and each of the boxes wound up the slack in the ties. And then clicked up an extra notch, pointing her toes straighter and grasping her waist a tad tighter than she was used to.

She bent over, clipped the bulldog clips to her pussy lips, causing her to gasp out in pain. She tied the clips to the two black boxes on the boots using the elastic, which then pulled them taught, leaving her lips extending a good inch out from her pussy. The feelings knocked her back on to the bed, where she grasped the massive sex toy, and plunged it into her obscenely exposed pussy.

She continued to wear the restrictive garments during the day that week, enjoying the sensations of having her waist compressed and her feet held in bondage, even though it took her two days to learn to walk properly in the ballet boots. And every hour the control boxes would wind on a fraction, tightening up her waist, stretching out her lips, and straightening her feet into the boots.

Her experiences with the fluffing service those days were ever centred around her current restrictions, and involved a lot of self bondage, usually with a toy in her pussy, and a plug up her ass.

In the evenings, the latex suit, already at the maximum of its capabilities just maintained her modifications… She could have stopped wearing it, but enjoyed the feelings as she tried to sleep at night.

In the fourth week, the main reason for her attendance at the ‘Hotel’ started.

The first day of her last week began with a large box arriving in the dumb waiter. On seeing its arrival, she went and had her morning shower, then came back to the bedroom to open the box.

Inside the box was a large collection of bondage gear, a large dildo and butt plug.

Knowing what was expected of her, she took off the towel – her only apparel, then took the box and tipped it on to the bed. She then started to put herself into the tight bondage that had been arranged for her. First she slipped her feet into the PVC thigh high ballet boots, zipping the tight gripping material all the way up. Next came the skin tight mid bicep gloves which she inserted her hands into, left side then right. Before proceeding to the self tie, she lubed up the foot long, coke can sized dildo and the beer bottle sized butt plug. Placing the dildo upright on the bed she knelt above it, unable to crouch on her pointed feet. She lowered herself on Escort Polatlı to it, feeling it slip easily into her dripping, stretched pussy. The muscle relaxants she had been taking since her arrival allowing her to grab the base of the invader and push it with her fingertips until the whole thing vanished into her amazing cavity. Falling on to her side, a mini orgasm hit her as the dildo pushed against her G spot and stretched her sensitive pussy walls.

Recovering quickly from the lovely sensation she rolled on to her back and grabbed the plug. Nerving herself she put the tip at the entrance to her ass and slowly slid it in, having to give a hard push as the thickest part invaded her hole. It slipped into her, the base coming to rest flat against her crack. The feelings of having her holes stuffed thus were delightfully wicked.

Then came the gear. She started with the leather harness that slipped up her legs and lay tight up between them. Once buckled up, the panty like construction locked her invaders into place. Then came a leg harness, with 6 leather bracelets around each leg, attached to a strap that went between her legs. She pulled the bracelets tight, causing her legs to stretch out parallel down the bed. The last bracelet at the top of each leg had a clip to attach to the leather crotch harness on the outside of her hips.

Her pubis and legs constricted, she progressed on to her upper body. She began this with the bondage bra that had been provided. Two leather straps with ratchet tighteners went around her chest, one above her recently expanded bosom, one below. The top one had two straps that went from the top of her tits to a halter/collar which she put around her throat and clipped tight. The bottom one’s straps went to the top of the leather crotch harness. She tightened the ratchets up until they started to constrict her rib cage. Then she moved on to the breast straps and nipple adornments.

The breast straps were ran up each side of both breasts and were buckled. This allowed them to be tightened, wrapping the base of her breasts, making them stand out straight from her body as she tightened them. Lastly came the pair of elastic bands which ran from points all the way around the base of her breasts to rings that sat around her nipples. These rings were tightened like tie wraps until her nipples also were caught in the bondage and standing hard and proud.

She knelt to put the latch-able arm binders on next. First was the metal strip which she hooked to her collar and then let hang down her back between her shoulder blades. Next were the eight arm bands, four for each arm. One mid bicep, one at her elbows one mid forearm and one around her wrists.

Moving on to her head, she put on the form fitting blindfold. Over the top of the blindfold went a gag harness. The gag provided was a two inch plastic coated ring that barely fitted in her mouth. The muscle relaxants helped though and allowed her to open her jaws wide enough to slip it in. The harness ran back behind her head, and from cheek rings it had a buckle under her chin and two more strips of leather which went from the hollow of her cheeks to the bridge of her nose between her eyes where it joined into a single strap which ran to the back of her head. The buckles done up tight, the ring gag was held immovable and the blindfold was also locked in place.

Finally she plunged her hands into the mittens which were held ready for her in a small rack. The top of the mittens latched on to the bands around her wrists. She put her arms behind her back, where the top binders latched to the metal strip running down her back via stalks to hold her upper arms apart. By forcing her elbows together they too latched to the strip, almost touching each other. The forearm and wrist straps snapped together on the solid strip with no further effort.

Held thus in tight self bondage, she fell back on to her side on the bed, to allow herself a breather.

Unbeknownst to her though, there were powerful remote controlled vibrators buried in the plugs in her pussy and ass. As she lay there, they came slowly to life, building her to an orgasm totally out of her control.

Once the shuddering of her recent completion had left her, she expected to have the first visitors of her stay arrive in her room to take her for the next stage of her treatment. Instead a slight hissing came from the ventilator grille in her room and she felt herself becoming sleepy…

When she woke up again, she was still blindfolded and ring gagged, but was now in a kneeling position. As she tried to move, she realised she was back in the steel frame from her last visit. She was attached in a sphinx position, kneeling with her arms forward, her legs back, all bolted to the metal frame. Her feet were pointed, the top of each foot held flat against the bars, each toe held in place by a hoop. Her wrists were held flat on the bars, her hands with the fingers individually tied down. Around her waist was a tight metal ring, with bar jutting from the sides holding it in place on the frame. A similar neck ring held it in place. The ring gag also had steel rods protruding from the sides, trapping her head immobile. Her hair had been tied into a pony tail, which went through a ring and tied the back of her head to the frame.