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SANDRA AND MARCUS
By Sandra
Chapter 1. A walk in the wood.
I have been fascinated by bondage as long as I can remember, but for a long time there was no one else
involved. But then I met Marcus. He is my black knight, about whom I have dreamed and dreamed.
It was a Sunday midmorning, and we had nothing much to attend to. So inevitably, we would play.
Sometimes, I was in charge, but this time it was Marcus's turn. We liked bondage, and the sun was shining.
Marcus said: "My dearest Sandra, undress now" and I got quickly undressed. "Now fetch some shaving
cream, a bowl of warm water, and a new razor". I did as told.
"Now lie on your back on the dining table", "come closer to the edge", "legs in the air and wide apart",
were the next commands. I complied and new what would happen next. Marcus soaped my pussy very
well, took a new razor from the top drawer, and shaved me very clean. I really enjoyed it, it felt very nice.
He even took the time to shave my armpits. And he also soaped and shaved my anus area. It was a bit
embarrassing, but I decided not to show any discomfiture, and just spread my cheeks wide and let him go
ahead. "Come down from the table, and stand still with feet apart and hands over your head". I did. And he
walked three circles around me admiring his work (and his beautiful girlfriend).
He then told me to fetch my red harness. It is made of soft smooth red leather and it is my favorite harness.
There is a fairly wide belt around the waist, and a flat strip down the middle in the front that ends in a
metal ring around the pussy. From the ring there are two straps to be led through the crotch, across the
buttocks and attached to the waistband at two points at the back about 12 inches apart. There is thus very
open access to both the pussy (through the ring) and the anus. In the middle of each buttock strap there is
a strap intended to fasten the wrists there. To make the wrist strap anchor points less moveable there is a
leather strap between them, and from each of them to the waistband at the sides. There are some
additional multi-purpose D-rings on the waistband and wrist straps. There are also two more accessories. A
metal disk can snap on the pussy ring to cover the pussy completely. It can be locked in place with a key
that fits a key hole in its center, thus turning the harness into a chastity belt. The other accessory is a strap
that can be connected to the pussy ring and to the middle of the back of the waistband, thus covering the
anus (and holding in place any objects placed in it). This strap has a small hole where the anus is. I shall
return to the purpose of that hole.
Marcus told me to put on the harness. Once I was in, he checked it for tightness, and then he took a remote
control dildo from our toy-box (which was always near when we played), put it into my very wet pussy, and
locked in place with the snap-on disk. He also fastened my wrists to with the wrist-straps, put a collar
around my neck and fastened a dog-leash to it. "My beautiful Sandra, now it is time for a walk in the sun",
he said and strolled into the garden pulling me after him with the leash. I trotted along.
There are tight bushes around our garden and it is not easy for by-passers to see what goes on inside. We
have a garden-shed made up of criss-cross wooden panels (of smooth wooden strips with gaps between).
The shed made for an excellent place for all sorts of bondage, without giving away this primary purpose
that it served. And now Marcus tied me to the shed. He placed my legs wide a part, and tied my ankles, my
knees and the waistband of the harness to the shed, and also fastened my upper body (with a rope that
crossed between my breasts) and my head (with a ball-gag). I was pretty much immobile.
"Mmmm". "Let me heat you up a little". He fondled my breasts, and played with the remote control, until I
was becoming crazy for an orgasm. But he was good at judging when he must stop, so I didn't get my
longing fulfilled.
Now events took an unexpected turn (at least for me). I usually went to the bathroom in the morning and
Marcus new I had already been. And now he did something he had never done before. We have a garden-
hose attached to a mixing tap, and Marcus turned it off and adjusted the temperature to comfortable luke
warm. Then he put rubber gloves on his hands and put the hose up my anus! I was so embarrassed, but
when because of my gag all I could utter was "umphf umphf". But Marcus seemed not to mind at all, and
just carried on cleaning my inside. Gradually he pushed the hose further inside. I could not really see what
happened but I could feel the warm water pour out of my anus (and at first I could smell that I was being
cleaned). After some minutes Marcus said: "There, that was 8 inches, and now the water runs out clean". I
could also tell that the smell was gone. He opened the water tap more for a strongish water jet and hosed
me thoroughly (on the outside). Then he said, "There---Now you're as clean inside as outside!"
Marcus now brought out an item that I had never seen before. "It's an enema plug" he explained. He
showed it to me and explained its function. It was a fairly thick but short butt-plug, tapered at the top end,
again narrower near the bottom, and then a flat base. A hole ran along its length, and at the bottom there
was a spout for attaching a water tube. The spout had a built in valve that could be closed by tightening a
rotating a ring at its base. He also showed me a rubber tube and how it was possible to attach it securely to
the spout. The other end of the tube was fitted with a simple stopper (I have seen a stopper like that on
racking tubes for home brewing). He now put the plug in my arse, and fastened it using the strap with the
hole in it that I told about before. He then attached one end of the rubber tube to the butt plug and the
end with the stopper to a funnel. He now ran into the house and brought back a measuring jug from our
kitchen. He filled it with exactly one liter of luke warm water, climbed on top of a chair and poured the
whole liter gradually into the funnel that he raised over his head. I tried to resist the water filling my arse,
but there was no way that I could. He repeated the procedure with another liter of water. The feeling of
fullness that I felt in my arse when it became filled with the water cannot be described. I just had to go to
the bathroom! But of course I couldn't. "Umphf umphf". Marcus now closed the stopper and then the valve
at the butt-plug base. He then untied me from the shed.
As soon as he took my gag out I started to complain. "I cannot be like this". "I must go to the bathroom".
"Please Marcus—please". But he simply said: "Later. You must hold it out. Maybe you will enjoy the feeling
when you get more used to it". And I resigned myself to my fate.
"Let's go for a walk in the woods", Marcus said next. "Go and put the yellow summer dress". That dress is
my most slutty one. It is bright yellow, and has short sleeves and is very short, probably exposing parts of
the harness if people look carefully. It covers the shoulders, but the back is completely open, and on the
front it is open down to the navel. He released my hands and off I trotted and came back shortly wearing
the dress. He pulled on my leash and I started to complain. "We might meet someone. I cannot be seen like
this. Please. This is so embarrassing". But he just told me to shut up, otherwise he would pour another liter
into my arse. So I shut up and trotted after him. The back of our garden lies directly against a largish wood
where there is not too much traffic. We had walked for about 10 minutes without seeing anyone, when we
could hear an old couple, who were out for a Sunday stroll, approach us. I wanted the earth to open up and
swallow me right there and then. But of course Marcus my darling had thought about this. He whispered
"crouch down and don’t move" and then he threw a blanket over me. The old couple walked past us and
Marcus told me afterwards that they had watched the blanketed heap with very curious eyes, but he just
bid them "good day" and completely ignored their very questioning looks.
Once the couple was away, my lover said "ok, now it is time for a training game". The remote control dildo
has seven settings. Low, medium, high, pulsating (between low and high), and three with interruptions:
regular bursts, two short bursts followed by a longer gap, and a short-long-short pattern. "These are the
rules:" he said. "On the low setting you must take off your dress and lie down with outstretched arms and
legs. On the medium setting you must come and kiss me. On the high setting you must undress and stand
still, with feet apart and outstretched arms. On the pulsating setting you shall fondle your breasts. On the
regular pattern you should hop in accord with the bursts. On the short-short pattern you should stand with
feet together, arms stretched up, and sway as a tree in wind. And finally on the short-long-short pattern
you must kneel and take my penis in your mouth.
He went through these rules a few times to make sure I could remember. With my arse full (although as
Marcus had promised I was getting a little used to it), and this silly training game I was on the verge of
giving up and saying "spotless giraffe", which was our safe word. If I did, he would release me, but we had
also decided that if we used the safe word, we would go a whole month without playing. So I kept at it. I
felt the remote control come on and after a few seconds I could tell that it was the medium continuous
setting. I thought for a second, and then I jumped on Marcus and kissed him a long and passionate kiss. I
almost forgot my predicament—harness, butt-plug and all. And with the dildo going, my arse full of water
and the passionate kissing back from Marcus, I almost orgasmed. But then the dildo stopped, and so did
Marcus.
After a while, I felt the dildo turn on again, this time with the high setting. I thought for a while, and then
remembered that I should undress and stand stretched out. And so I did. The dildo didn't stop. The warm
wind caressed my naked body. And kept my posture, with Marcus watching me interestingly, with an
occasional short kiss, or pinch of a nipple. A long time seemed to pass. Then gradually I felt my orgasm
come. And this time the dildo kept going. Oh, it was so nice. So exciting. So incredibly fucking marvelous.
Now Marcus kept the remote control off for the next 20 minutes and we walked briskly together through
the woods. It was not the first time I had walked with him on a leash and I was getting a little used to it.
Twice we heard some people approach. The first time, Marcus allowed me to take off my collar. I was
thankful for this. Even if it didn't stop the people from eyeing me very curiously, I felt that I regained some
dignity.
I was getting very excited again. There was something really exciting about my predicament. We had this
unvoiced contract that I would do as I was told, and not attempt to run away or remove any of my bondage
(which now, to remind you dear reader, consisted only of the harness with associated plugs). And I had
simply decided to comply with it. Somehow it was very relaxing not to have to make any decisions and
simply accept the events as they offered themselves.
Suddenly there was a stirring in my pussy again. This time it was a repeated short-long-short-pause. I tried
hard to remember, what I was supposed to do, but couldn't for the life of me. A looked in despair at
Marcus. But he didn't say a word. Finally he unzipped his fly, and then I remembered. I was supposed to
suck on him. So I knelt down in front of him and took his penis in my moth. It became hard very quickly.
And now it was Marcus's turn to become aroused. As I worked on his penis, I became very aware of all the
water filling my inside. It was strange, really needing to go to the bathroom and not being able to. Marcus
was obviously becoming more excited. He pulled on me hair and pressed me hard against him and started
pumping in and out, evidently enjoying much the feeling of my teeth against his dick, and my tongue
fondling his glans. Suddenly he came (and I swallowed his cum).
We stood embracing each other for a while, and feeling his musculous arms around me, I thought about
how lucky I was with my man. I even allowed myself a little fantasy. I imagined being tied completely naked
and stretched out in the wood, with my wrists and ankles tied to well placed and sturdy branches. And I
imagined a group of people watching me and fondling me (especially my nipples and my pussy) and
arousing me. I could do nothing to stop them.
Suddenly I was torn from my daydreaming by the remote control dildo coming to live. Pulse—pulse—
pulse—pulse. It was the hopping setting (It was the most embarrassing one, I thought, so I remembered it
straight away). So, I went back to my submissive role and started to hop, in sync with the pulses. And it
went on and on and on. When I showed signs of fatigue Marcus spurred me on. "Sandra—Sandra, keep
going keep going, higher—higher". I changed my hopping, and started to hop in—out—in—out (swinging
my hands with the hopping). Actually, it felt good. I was sweating and panting. It must have gone on for
more than five minutes before the dildo finally stopped (and I stopped hopping).
This is how our play sessions had become, at least when Marcus was in control. I just did as I was told. At
first, it wasn't quite like that: I would try to negotiate my way out of embarrassing or difficult tasks. But
then I realized that there was something very special about submitting to someone's will and every
command (at least for a while). With Marcus it was a little different. He liked more knots, and being
completely unable to escape or control what was going on. But more about that later.
"Time to go home, Sandra". And I trotted obedient after him. After about five minutes I had to undress and
lie down all stretched out (the low setting, remember). As a little twist to the scene, Marcus tied a string to
a D ring on the front of the waistband, threw it above an overhanging branch, pulled me up so my buttock
was a few inches above the ground, and tied the other end of the string to the same D-ring. I felt the
enema plug force its way further into me. Soon, however we got on our way again.
A little later we met a young couple. They stopped for a short chat about the weather and some birds that
were singing. They were both wearing shorts and t-shirt. The guy was tall, quite handsome and muscular
and the girl was petite and pretty. She had a ring in her nostril, and through the t-shirt, I saw that she had
rings in both nipples. Marcus did the talking on our part. They gave me a very curious look (remember my
very slutty dress, offering glimpses of the red harness). I was becoming redder and redder in the face, but
Marcus acted as if he didn't notice, and kept chatting, this time about the layout of the tracks in the wood.
Finally he said, "We must get going", and bid the young couple farewell.
On the way I had three more sessions under control of the dildo. Pulsating (sway like a tree), short-short
(fondle breasts), and medium (kiss). In the sway like a tree, Marcus used the opportunity to remove my
dress. He didn't give it back to me after the dildo stopped. I griped a little, saying, "what if we meet some
more people?" "We'll worry about it when it happens", he answered. Luckily, we didn't meet anyone again.
When we came home, Marcus tied me again to the garden shed. Then he attached a tube to my butt-plug,
and I even if I dreaded the embarrassment of being emptied like a septic tank, I was looking quite forward
to getting relief from the pressure in my rear. But no, shit. Instead Marcus attached the funnel to the tube
and measured an additional liter of water into our kitchen jug. I complained bitterly, but Marcus just put
the ball gag into my mouth. He then poured the water into the funnel. I pressed hard, and at first I was able
to resist, but when Marcus climbed on the chair and held the funnel over his head, there was no way I
could keep up with the pressure. I had felt full before, but this time I felt as if I would explode. And Marcus
just closed the stopper on the tube and then the one in the plug.
Marcus sat there watching me, with my hands and feet stretched out and tied to the shed. Suddenly a
thought came to his mind. "What setting is this?" he asked me. It took me a while to realize what he meant,
but in the end I did. "High". He put the dildo on high. And excited I was. Wow. Wow-Wow! Fucking hilarious
shit!! (sic.). After about 3 minutes I orgasmed.
Marcus now untied me, undid the tube from the anus plug, opened the valve, and told me to expel the
water on the grass. It was very strange watching the continuous stream of (surprisingly clean) water. It took
a long time to empty it all (remember it was 3 litres, and the valve hole was not too wide). But finally I felt
emptied. Marcus said I could take of the harness and put on my clothes, while he would fetch a couple of
cold beers. The session was over. We sat down on our garden bench for a good while, arms around each
other, enjoying the warm Sun.
To be continued
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