ANNE- ADAM"S PLACE
He came in and got me, making me dress in a tight black dress of knit. No
panties on, just those stockings that are a garter without a garter belt. I
could feel my thighs brushing each other as I walked to his car. I was a bit
nervous, when I realized that we were not going to my place, we were going to
his. His and Jay's place. The man he lived with. I'd only met him, Jay, once.
The guy was a walking wet dream. Tall, built, hung. They were best buddies,
but not like the kind that I had ever heard about. They took care of each
other, when the playing field was empty. I never had a best buddy that would
ball me when I was without. Must be nice. This must be some form of male
bonding that I was unfamiliar with. I couldn't imagine some of the homophobic
cretins that I worked with doing something decent like relieving each other's
sexual tension, but what the hell.
The house was beautiful, but then I knew it would be. There were two cars in
the driveway. A gold Lexus, and a black Mercedes convertible. There was more
money in the driveway then my life was worth all around. Jon said I would get
spoiled. Good Submissives are hard to find. If I don't play then no one does.
This was my vacation, and I had given it to him as a present. It was his first
time having one of us on a full time basis, but I was pretty sure that it wasn't
Jay's. He was really happy to see me. Pulling me into the kitchen, and making
me get on my knees to give him a blowjob.
He really needed one too, came in about ten minutes. I enjoyed doing it for
him, because he seemed to be a genuinely nice guy.
Adam had disappeared while I had been busy, but since I was going to be part of
the household this week, I had better get used to being alone with Jay. I
didn't meet his eyes, but it was very difficult, because he had such pretty
eyes. He was smiling at me with relief, and that was something.
I was always surprised when others were glad to see me, when I was in slave
mode. It was a real rush. Jay was a genuinely decent human being, but still.
His sincere affection was welcome to me.
"Well, let's see. I have big plans for you tonight, sweet." He leaned into the
fridge for a big bottle of water. "I get to treat you just like one of the
guys, and you'll find it a fascinating experience too." I could feel my breath
starting to get short. He smiled. "Danielle is coming over, and I think you
will really like her." Danielle? Somebody new.
I merely waited there on my knees. Glad that his floor wasn't too hard for me.
He sipped his water, watching me and I heard Adam say from the other room.
"All set in here, Jay." Jay smiled and snapped his fingers. Expecting me to
follow him, and I did.
He took me into a room of startling whiteness. It was tile, and had big drain
in the floor. Set up like a Turkish toilet. This room had to have cost a small
fortune. The hoses hanging on the wall alone, could have scared a complete
novice. Showerheads, and nozzles of a startling stainless steel. A small
rolling table, stainless, and a cabinet of the same. I wanted to see what was
in the drawers.
The thing that really caught your eye was a hydraulic chair in the very center.
Set with stirrups, and a cutout in the center for your personal business to be
displayed for the world to see. I wondered what was going to happen. I had
never seen a set-up like this before. It was intimidating.
"I see you have noticed the birthing chair. Its imported, but then all the
really interesting things are. I like it because it allows free access, and
full restraint." Jay put his water on a shelf that ran the perimeter of the
room. "Take off your clothes, and get into it." I swallowed hard, and slipped
off the dress I was wearing.
When I was naked, I moved cautiously to the chair, and got into it. It was
covered with a white vinyl, and had the feel of being waterproof. I felt sweat
break out on my palms.
"Feet in the stirrups, Anne." I did it. Adam coming over to secure them with
thick Velcro fasteners lined with some soft plastic foam. He tied my wrists as
well. Patting me gently. Jay picked up a remote control, and pressed a button
when Adam was done with me. My legs started to spread, and the chair to tilt
backwards. It was an unusual sensation. Jay came over and ran his hand up my
leg, just brushing the downy curls by my rapidly arousing sex. He nodded at
Adam, who walked away to another room. I could hear water running.
"I like boys. That's no secret to you, and Danielle likes girls. Adam, when he
told me we would have you for the week, told me you liked being treated like a
man." I was paying complete attention to him. "What I like about boys, is
something that you have too, isn't it?"
"Yes, Master." I said, knowing that he meant my nether regions.
"Since that is the case. I have made arrangements to make good use of your
similarity." He walked away slightly.
"We are going to administer a series of enemas, progressively larger. I want
you to be completely empty and ready to play." He wasn't asking me, so I said
nothing. He leaned over to my ear, and said simply.
"If you are a good girl. I will promise you one of the biggest and best orgasms
of your entire life." I felt myself go wet. It was immediate. Instantly
drenched. I heard Adam coming back into the room. Jay stood up, and rolled a
table next to me. I saw KY, and some nozzles in graduating sizes from small to
jumbo. Stainless steel to hard rubber to long tubes.
I was setting myself. I don't like enemas, not the feeling, but the emptying.
It was degrading. Adam hung the bag from a convenient hook in the ceiling, and
Jay sat down between my legs on a stool.
He pulled on some gloves. I heard the snap of them. He started humming this
little tune under his breath. It was a happy sound. I felt myself grin. I did
manage to suppress it finally. Adam saw it though. His brows knit over his
eyes in a little playful frown.
When the chair tilted another couple of degrees and I knew that he could see my
wetness. I felt a blush start to move up my neck. A blindfold would make this
much easier, but it was not to be. Jay never had me in one. He liked to see my
eyes. I could feel his fingers on my anus, and it puckered tightly shut
against the invasion. Jay was persistent, and slowly, as he rotated it. It
slipped in. The small one. Every millimeter felt as it inched its way into me,
and settled near my colon. It did feel good, and I made a small sound of
surrender. He undid the flow meter, and I could feel the warmth starting to
move up my bowel.
"Relax." He said, and Adam came to my side, rubbing my abdomen. The massage
felt really good. Not to rough, very gentle. His strong fingers kneading my
stomach, the pressure of the water seeming to dissipate as he rubbed. It didn't
seem to take very long for the water to stop coming in, and the small nozzle to
be withdrawn from me. I felt warm and full. Jay slipped something else into
me, in place of the little nozzle. A plug, I assumed so the solution couldn't
come out until he was ready for it to come out. I could feel the pressure
building to an almost uncomfortable level, but Jay merely watched the growing
sheen of sweat on my face. The small movements of discomfort. He stood up
finally, and went into the small room to wash his hands.
"Hold it in for just a minute." He was resetting the chair, more upright, and
turning on water from one of the showerheads hanging on the sidewall.
"Jay never stays for this part of it, but I don't mind. You okay?" He asked
conversationally.
"Yes, Adam. I am fine." He smiled.
"Now, when I take the plug out, just let it come, don't force it. This was just
one quart. The next is two, then three then as much of a four as you can take."
I felt my eyes widen. He laughed. "It's not too bad, it's just filling. I
won't let you get sick or anything. The progressive way of this will let you
take more anyways." He stood to the side of me, and took the showerhead to run
it over my pubis. The water was warm, and I felt the urgency reach almost
unbearable proportions. He took the plug from me, and I could feel it starting
to rush from me. Warm soapy water, and feces. It didn't burn. It felt almost
good. Slippery. "Jay had me use Lanolin, and non-alkaline soap." He played
with the showerhead, and the little pulses of water, tickled my clitoris gently.
I tensed. Feeling more flowing from me. It didn't take too long. My
intestines cramping slightly, pleasurably. I sighed.
Adam rinsed the remains down the drain, and Jay came back into the room when he
was finished. Adam went to mix the second one. I sighed.
"Feeling empty?" He asked, and smiled when I nodded, answering him. The room
was very warm. I was technically powerless, and I wasn't being hurt. All in
all, this wasn't too bad.
"Good, I can't promise the whole weekend will be like this, but Adam said you
needed something really erotic, totally sensual. He said a couple of weekends
ago you had kind of a bad scene. Is that true?"
"It's not my place to question my masters, Sir." The formality of my statement,
and the brittleness of my voice must have given him his answer, because he
stopped questioning me.
"I understand, Anne. You aren't there now, and I promise to make this one of
the most unusual, and exotically pleasing events a submissive could ever
experience. You just hit pay dirt. Slave heaven, and I also promise, that not
one drop of urine will be spilled tonight." I smiled up at him. Adam came back
out with a bigger bag, and Jay sat back down. Slipping his finger into me, and
quipping as he withdrew it. "Clean to here." He reached over and took one of
the long tubes. Holding out his fingers for Adam to squeeze some KY unto them.
Adam screwed the tube to the bag, and Jay rubbed the KY down the whole length of
it. "Wide open, and back now, please." He told Adam, and I felt the chair
starting to move. Jay was letting the air out of the hose. More slippery goo
rubbed around my anus, and as my legs widened I could feel the flesh stretching
taut. My knees coming back towards my chest. "That's good." The chair
stopped.
"This is a nozzle, and an exceptionally long one. We bought all these little
toys for you, Anne. This feels a little funny going in, and when the balloons
are inflated, but since some of it rests in the very beginning of the large
intestines, once its past that point you don't feel anything but the pressure.
Just relax now, and let it happen." I could smell my lubrication. I must be
just drenched.
He put the end of the tube against my ass and pushed slowly. It slipped in
easily. I moaned with it. Adam came up to my head, and put his hands on my
face. I closed my eyes. It felt like it was going in forever. It seemed to
snag, and Jay pulled back. Trying a different angle. That one worked, and it
went all the way in. He held it in place, and I heard a small sound. The
balloons were being filled. The feeling was very strange. Slowly getting
bigger inside me. First one then the other. When that was done. I heard the
click of the flow meter, and felt it start to wash into me. The two-quart bag
slowly shrinking as it emptied. The pressure was starting to become incredible.
Adam moved down again, and rubbed my stomach. It helped, but I could feel some
slight cramps. Sweat started to form on my legs.
Jay left us alone again suddenly, and Adam slipped into his place. Getting the
warm water ready again. Starting to chatter to me.
"He had this room built when he realized he liked a clean playground, but he
didn't like cleaning up the mess from it. It has seventeen water hoses, and a
complete sewer set-up in the floor. The small cabinet has different nozzles,
and different kinds of medical tools for Danielle to use when she comes over.
She likes an elaborate set-up. " He undid the valves on the balloons, and I
could feel the air rushing from them. "She's a trip, but in a good way. Really
motherly." The chair started to move again, and I realized I was almost
completely forward.
"Let this one out the same way. Don't ever force it." I did what he told me
to do, feeling emptier when it was over. Softer even than a good beating. The
water flowing over my cunt, sending little shivers through me. Jay came back
in, when the last of the enema was gone from me, and Adam had washed the remains
away.
"So, feel okay?"
"Yes, Master." I told him, feeling my pulse starting to race. He took the
controls and laid me back down. Opening the door on the cabinet, and taking out
a wide nozzle of sparkling clean stainless steel. He smiled.
"This one?" He grabbed another, graduating wideness. "This one? or shall I
surprise you?" I didn't answer. " I didn't really want an answer, but since we
have two more to go. I guess I get to use both of them." I shivered. Adam
came back with another bag. This one larger still. He made my legs more
relaxed, and sat down again. Opening a jar of some kind this time. Slicker
lube. Something to make this monster toy go in easily. He was going to use the
straight thick one.
"Just like getting fucked, Anne. Fucked in the ass. Wide enough that there's
no way short of a rape that I could hurt you with it, and I am going to put it
in so slowly, that you will feel every delicious inch of it." My cunt dripped.
He leaned over and ran his tongue up the middle of my wet slit. Biting my
clitoris softly until I cried out with the sensation. Laughing as he stopped,
leaving me right at the edge of gratification. He dipped the thing in the jar,
and put it against the ring of my ass, pushing so slowly that there was not a
bit of pain involved. Just the slow widening of the sphincter. A slow screw.
He twisted it around, moving the phallus into me, until it was fully inside, and
the slightly narrower base was set well into me. "Open the valve Adam, I want
to fuck her with this as it's going in." I trembled. Hearing the click of the
ratchet, and feeling the flow start.
The first quart went in easily, painlessly. The second quart started to swell
my rectum and lower body. I could see it. The beginning of the third started
cramping me. I groaned, not wanting to complain, but it was starting to hurt.
The clamp closed. Adam let one of my legs loose, and he worked it towards my
stomach, pumping it. Refastening it, then doing the same to the other. Jay
rubbed my stomach, feeling the swelling there.
"Baby tummy." He said happily. "She might not be able to take a four quart,
maybe just two threes. What do you think?" Jay asked. Adam, who was feeling
my stomach, nodded.
"That's the plan then." He said and un-clamped the tube, so the rest could rush
into me. It didn't hurt as much now. The movements had expanded my body
somewhat. I was still swollen looking in the abdomen. He moved the
phallus-shaped nozzle. Touching my sex, pushing a finger into it, then two.
Slow movements. It seemed as though no time had passed when I heard the clamp
click closed again. I had the three-quart in my body. The soap was working
into all the little nooks and crannies, making me empty. This simple biological
function was out of my hands now. All I could do was enjoy it. The thought was
curiously lightening. I was suddenly, like Jell-O. Jay looked at Adam, and
smiled. Letting him take his place for the emptying.
"This next one is going to be just some cold water, so the soap gets washed out,
then some warm oil to re-lubricate your rectum. The oil feels great, especially
after the cold water. You might get some cramping with it, but Jay didn't want
you to forget that any joy you get is dependent on us." I nodded, feeling the
first tiny vestige of fear. Adam, while he washed me, kept talking. Using one
of his hands on my clitoris. "The pain won't last too long, Anne. Just like
some bad menstrual cramps, can you do that? Fifteen minutes of suffering for
me, gracefully?"
"Yes, Adam." I said, and felt the juice running into the crack of my ass. He
smiled, and waited for Jay to return. He did, and Adam left us to fill the last
bag. Jay had a blindfold in his hand.
"I want to see your pain, but I don't want to see your eyes as you suffer for
me. This small discomfort is simply for my pleasure, Anne. Nothing more. I
like causing pain that does not show. Agony without damage. I wish to put this
on you, and gag you so your cries cannot be heard. Can I do that?"
"Yes, Master." I said, voice small. He leaned over and kissed me. Stroking my
hair, as he finished. Putting the blindfold around my head, and taking a small
ball gag from his pocket. I hope he realized that the gag alone was a supreme
act of trust. It's small weight, meaning that I trusted him enough to not push
me past my tolerance. To be responsible enough to watch for signs of real pain.
I was laid back again, and I could hear the bag being moved into position. I
heard the nozzle being screwed on, the click as the air was let out. The clink
of the tip brushing the edge of the jar. Felt his fingers opening me. Two then
three holding the ring of my anus open, and slipping the nozzle in quickly. I
realized as he did it, that he had held me open, because the metal was cold. I
clenched around it.
The water was chilly, no doubt. The cramps started almost immediately, just
slightly. I could feel every bit of it traveling up my body. It was fiercely
persistent. Moving quickly and smoothly. Someone rubbed my belly smoothly.
Jay speaking urgently.
"Half in, Honey. Need all of it to get the soap out, then you can come." I
froze waiting for it to finish. Letting the delicate pain, build slowly. Let
it take me to the next plateau. The next level, and I wasn't disappointed. My
body started to respond. Warming in the chair. The sharp pain, becoming
welcome. An old friend.
The flow eventually stopped, but the pressure was incredible. I twisted in my
bonds. Hearing them talk about me. Talk about what they were doing to me. The
base methodology. I groaned around the gag, feeling the fluid run from the
corner of my mouth.
"Let's leave this one in for five minutes. It's not going anywhere." He leaned
down to my privates again. Rubbing his hand down the inside of my leg. Looking
up at me. "Let me have the small head, warm, delicate pulses." He ordered. I
heard someone walking away. He left something hanging over my leg, and I
figured it was the showerhead. "Come when it hits you, honey." He said, and
opened the folds of my cunt. Training the spray on the bulge of my pubis.
Directly on my clitoris. I twitched. It was warm, and hard. It was almost too
much. I gasped aloud. My teeth clenching with it. Body arching futilely.
"It's too much." I thought, and my desperate struggles must have let them know
that because Jay told me simply, that I wouldn't get to evacuate until I came.
I moaned. The pressure inside me building. Adam moving down and helping Jay do
something to my body below. I couldn't move. Tension nailed me to the chair.
The intense stimulation making me try to move, and close my legs, but it was
impossible. My legs started to shake, and my thighs to twitch. I saw them move
away from me, to the side, the chair starting to tilt up, and felt my orgasm
sweeping me. I exploded with it. My body forcing it from me with the vigor of
my extremity. I screamed with it.
Not caring that they saw me losing control so completely. I had done what I was
told to do, and this was my reward. My legs immediately started to cramp, but I
kept coming again, and yet again. The chilly fluid rinsing the lower part of my
legs. I strained against the bonds, shaking in sensual indulgence and
gratifying pain. Mumbling under my breath as the tremors shook me.
Finally I was able to draw a deep breath into my lungs, and get some control
over my legs. They were shaky but they worked again. My fingers gripping arms,
and smelling their bodies near me. I inhaled, deeply.
Head hanging, eyes half-closed. I heard Jay speak.
"What a treasure she is, Adam."
"Give her the oil on the grooming table, and let her rest. Maybe a massage so
she doesn't cramp again in the legs, and put the knee supports in for later.
Danielle will be here in an hour. You thirsty?" I nodded, using every ounce of
will to remain calm. "Let her have some water, Adam." I am going to go clean
up." Adam led me into the hallway and down to the grooming area. I let him.
