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Helping Aunt Rita Relax Over the Weekend
Chapter One:
I knocked on the door, and Aunt Rita opened it with a welcoming smile. I stepped in.
She waited for me to put down my bag, and then put her arms around my neck for a tight hug. I could feel her breasts pushing against my body, and I tried not to let her feel my member pushing against her.
“It’s so lovely of you to come over.”
“No problem Aunt Rita. You said you were lonely and had nothing to do over the weekend.”
She tightened her hug.
“You’re so nice. How long will you stay?”
“Let’s see. Today’s Friday evening. I’ll leave on Monday morning. Sound good?”
She reached up on tiptoe and gave me a peck on the cheek.
“That sounds wonderful. But what’s in that big bag that you brought?”
“Oh! Well, some clothes for me, and some things that we’re going to need. I say, you look like you’ve been out in the heat.”
“Yes, I went shopping. The heat’s unbearable.”
“Why don’t you go and take a nice cold shower while I get everything ready? By the way, where do you want me to set things up?”
“Umm…” she thought awhile, “How about my bedroom? It’s quite large.”
I followed her into her room.
“Is this big enough?” she asked.
“This’ll do just fine. Right! You go and take your shower now, and I’ll see to everything else.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She looked up at me with wide eyes and bit her lower lip slightly. I looked at her affectionately as she went in to the bathroom to shower.
I set to work, and as I worked I thought of the conversation that we had shared a couple of hours earlier that had led to this moment.
Chapter Two:
Aunt Rita had called me a couple of hours earlier. I thought about the conversation as I worked on the floor.
“Hello?”
“Hello, it’s me.”
“Aunt Rita, how are you?”
“Fine. Do you have any plans over the weekend?”
“Not really. Do you?”
“Could we have one of our sessions if it’s okay with you?”
“Sure. I’d love to. So, would you like to come over to my place?”
“I would have. But my car’s in the workshop, so I can’t.”
“Oh, that’s not a problem. I’ll come over then. In a couple of hours?”
“Sure, I’ll be at home. Thanks so much! It would have been another horrible weekend with nothing to do.”
“No problem. I’m sure we’ll both enjoy it.”
Aunt Rita was the most beautiful of my aunts. She was in her mid-forties, but she had looked after herself reasonably well. She wasn’t exactly slim, but she wasn’t fat by any means either. She had been divorced from her late thirties onwards, and had never remarried. The divorce had been hard on her, and for several months after it, she had been gloomy and depressed. It was during that time that I had introduced her to bondage and discipline. She was able to fit into the role of a submissive quite well, and I could feel that the sessions we had together allowed her to release the pent up frustration and loneliness within her.
Her body was tender and her sensitivity to torture was quite high, so I always had to be careful while working on her. Over the years I had determined through careful probing her limits and was quite confident of my ability to give her the correct combination of pleasure and pain. She had been apprehensive at first, but over the years developed a trust for me and would even ask about when we could schedule future sessions. As our faith in each other grew, so did the pleasure we got from our sessions.
I stood up and looked at what I had put together. I pressed it down hard in several places to make sure that I had screwed the joints on just right. I could hear Aunt Rita turn off the shower, and after she had dried herself, the soft pat of her feet on the bathroom floor.
The bathroom door opened and Aunt Rita stepped out. She looked completely freshened up from the shower. She wore a white nightgown and was still running her towel over her hair. Her nipples were erect from her cold shower, and stood up against her dress. I knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra, because she had realized very quickly from experience that one would be of very little use during one of our sessions.
She took a step out of the bathroom and then froze, her mouth open in amazement.
“What is that?!”
Chapter Three:
I took my astonished aunt’s hand and led her towards what I had put together.
“It’s the portable torture table that I brought along.”
“I’ve never seen it before.” she said, her eyes running along the length of the table.
The table reached up to my waist. It’s legs were firmly built and had suction cups with which they held on to the ground. The table top was flat and had six parts. The central part was oblong in shape, and was meant to support the body from the base of the neck to the waist. Four narrower parts swiveled out from the central part, the upper two to support the arms and the lower two the legs. The final part extended out from the central part horizontally, and was meant to support the back of the head. The top surface of each part was made of shiny black leather. I could tell from Aunt Rita’s look that she found the table an intriguing and terrifying prospect at the same time.
“The reason you’ve never seen it before is because I bought it only a month back.”
“But will it make things any better?”
“I’ll answer that, but first you have to dry your hair and tie it up in a ball behind your head. No hair running over the neck, okay?”
She turned to face the mirror over her dressing table and worked on her hair. I approached her from behind and wrapped my arm around her stomach. She stiffened slightly. Not her fault, it had been some time since your last session.
“Aunt Rita, do you remember how you were restrained during our previous sessions?”
“Of course. Sometimes you’d tie my hands over my head from that hook in the ceiling up there. At other times you’d tie my hands to that horizontal rod that runs the length of the kitchen. At times you’d restrain me on my bed. At other times you’d tie my arms and legs to the back of the door. Sometimes to the wall. I can’t even remember all the ways.”
“Well, all of them involved a lot of standing. You won’t need to do that now. I intend to torture you for a long long time over this weekend, and I wouldn’t want your legs to get tired.”
I brought my nose close to her neck to smell the scent of the soap that she had used. She was looking at me through the mirror.
“You intend to torture me a long…long time this weekend?”
“Absolutely.” I said, giving her neck a nudge with my nose to make her gasp. “Come on, let’s get you ready.”
I made her stand facing me.
“Remove your dress.” I told her.
When we started off, this often involved a lot of hesitation, but not anymore. She looked straight into my eyes and with a smile on her face, slipped her shoulders out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her full breasts bounced enticingly as she raised her hands behind her head for my inspection. I looked affectionately at her body. She had extremely fair, smooth skin. Her breasts were well-shaped and they never failed to turn me on every time I saw them. She had dark brown nipples, erect now from the cold shower that she had taken, and they stood forth from large, lighter brown areolas. I walked closer to her, my eyes fixed on her breasts. She had some beautifully placed moles on each breast, too small to be seen from afar, but visible to my familiar gaze as I stood in front of her. She continued to look at me, and slowly lowered her hands around her breasts, holding them up slightly for my approval.
“They’re lovely Aunt Rita. And you’re lovely.” I said, giving her a gentle peck on her cheek.
I led her to the table. Tapping my hand on the central portion I told her to sit down.
“Shall I keep my panties on for now?"
I knew from experience that she preferred to have them removed later into the session.
“Sure,” I said, “Relax and sit down right here.”
Gingerly, she seated herself on the center of the table. I helped her legs up onto the table, and then guided them over their supports. Propping her body up with her hands placed behind her, she looked at me intently as I walked down to the foot of the table to secure her legs.
I reached for the straps that would hold her legs in place. For each leg, there was one above the ankle and one just above the knee. I fastened each one, not too tightly but just enough.
“Arms straight up above your head.” I ordered.
With a trace of nervousness regarding this new restraint device, she complied. I put one hand behind her back and gently eased her down into a reclining position. I adjusted the position of the head-support until her head rested comfortably on it, and then walked around to the head of the table.
Taking her arms, I placed them on their respective supports and did up the straps, one at the wrist and another just above the elbow. Again, not too tight, just enough.
I walked to the side of the table and looked down at Aunt Rita. She looked as beautiful as ever, with her wide eyes looking straight into mine. She still smelt nice from her bath, and her lips were moist and very very tempting. The restraint posture revealed her cute, soft double chin, which in her case, accentuated her looks rather than detracting from them.
I leaned closer to her face. I saw her eyes widen, and her arms strained slightly against their restraint. I ran my finger over her cheeks. I felt her breathing quicken. She lived alone, I thought, and a man was touching her after a long time. Who was it the last time, I thought. Me. About two months back.
I stroked her lips with my finger. She moaned as she licked and sucked at it. I took my moist finger and slid it down her throat. She arched her head back at the sensation.
My lips were now just a couple of inches from hers.
“I know you want something, Aunt Rita.”
She moaned in agreement.
“Well, what is it? Tell me.”
She moaned and licked her lips and puckered them for a kiss.
I locked lips with her, but before she could sink into a deeper kiss, I withdrew.
She moaned in complaint.
I reached down again, and she closed her eyes in anticipation. I got close to her, so that she could feel my breath on her lips. I felt her anticipation heighten, and instead of kissing her, I licked her lips with my tongue. She gasped and then moaned, throwing her head to one side in frustration. I brought my lips close to her ear and nibbled at her earlobe.
“All in good time, Aunt Rita. As much as you want, but all in good time.”
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