by Robin Fate
"Your cock," she said smiling as she walked into the bedroom and then added, "and I love that little vibrator, thank you."
"Maybe I'll shove it up your ass next time," I grinned at her.
"Maybe I'll shove it up yours," she grinned back.
"Turn the lights off."
*
I woke up first. As I lay in bed I watched Emma sleeping nestled up next to me. Her tattooed arm stretched across my chest. She was lovely. She looked very comfortable.
She stirred. I kissed her forehead.
"Good morning sweetheart," I whispered. She hugged me and kissed my shoulder.
After peeing, we dressed to go downstairs in search of coffee.
"Are you staying for Sunday dinner?" I asked hopeful that she would.
"Only if you want me too," she answered coyly.
"Of course I want you too. I love Sunday dinner with you. I love every dinner with you," I grinned.
She insisted that she was going to buy stuff for dinner, complaining that I always tried to pay for everything. I talked her into taking the pick-up truck into town rather than her car. At least that way I was covering the fuel costs. Plus it was safer than that little Yaris.
I raked the lawn while she shopped in town. She was gone for hours. By the time she got back, I was raked out.
"I found a nice piece of roast beef," she said as she packed away the shopping.
"Great," I said watching her ass as she stuffed the fridge.
"It doesn't need to go in the oven until," she glanced at the clock, "about five o'clock. What do you want to do in the meantime?" she grinned.
She wanted to play.
*
Emma and I were both completely naked.
As agreed, I let her tie me up. Pink Velco cuffs were attached to my wrists and ankles. Pink is not exactly my color, but what the hell, I bought them. Serves me right. She had carefully laid a bunch of pillows on the staircase and then, using rope from the shop, attached the D-clamps from the cuffs to the rails and spindles of the staircase.
I was spread eagled and my butt hole was somewhat exposed. I didn't like that bit. I wasn't going anywhere.
I had a hard-on thinking about what she was going to do. I had no idea. I just knew I was completely vulnerable. I couldn't move.
"Heh heh heh!" she winced at me as she secured the final rope. "Payback time, heh, heh heh."
She disappeared into the kitchen. What was that devious cunt going to do to me?
She came back with a big piece of ginger root. I'd seen her put it in the fridge. I thought she was going to make Chinese with it. She also had a paring knife and the potato peeler.
Naked, with her shaved pussy almost in my face, she started to peel the ginger root.
"Ever heard of figging?" she asked in a nonchalant manner.
"No. What's that?"
"Heh, heh, you'll see." She was giddy.
She carved the ginger letting the peels fall onto my chest. She couldn't stop giggling. All I could smell was ginger.
"What do you mean by payback time?" I asked, a little unsure.
She paused for a moment, still peeling the ginger. "I want to thank you for the dress, shoes and purse. And for the Italian dinner. I just want to say thank you in a very special way."
It warmed my heart.
She carved, what I could only describe as a butt plug. She held it in front of my face, popped it into her mouth coating with saliva and then shoved it into my ass.
"Owww! Fuuuck!"
"Heh, heh, heh."
Except for a finger, I'd never had anything in my ass before. That was way bigger than a finger. It hurt.
"Shit! Don't do that. It hurts. Take it out!" I was furious.
She gazed at me with a curious smile on her face, but said nothing.
Then I felt it. Oh shit, I felt it!
"Aaaaagghhhhhh! Fuuuuuckkk!"
My asshole was burning. Burning ring of fire times a million. Holy shit!
I started writhing in the restraints. I couldn't move. A Gila Monster tuber was stuck up my ass spitting out venom.
She was laughing, really enjoying herself. The cruel bitch.
I was sweating, in burning pain. The initial sting from the anal assault was gone, or eclipsed by the unbearable flame in my ass. It was getting worse by the moment. My chest was heaving.
"Fuuuuckkk!" It hurt. It stung. Big time.
"Don't squeeze your bum hole together, it will only release more ginger juice. You've got to control yourself. Relax and the burning will fade away. In the meantime, eat my cunt!" She moved up the stairs and straddled my face.
How could that be sex?
I stuck my tongue out. I had no choice. I licked her. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I tried to relax my bum, it didn't seem to want to listen to instructions from my brain.
"Oh yeah! I've got your attention now," she said as she ground her pussy into my face.
My asshole was on fire. She didn't have my attention. She kept grinding her pussy onto my face. I was cognizant of the fact that she was making happy sounds. I was ablaze. Scorching hot. Consciously I tried to force myself to relax my ass.
Quickly she stood up and ran away. I heard my cell phone ring, once.
"It's Frank Proulx," she said reading the call display and pressed the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I gasped.
(Sam, it's Frank Proulx, how are you?")
"I-I-m okay" I stammered. I wasn't. I was a long, long way from okay. Try to relax I told myself.
(Listen Sam, I'm on my way back from the client's now. They loved your proposal and especially the light fixtures. Sorry to call you on a Sunday.)
"O-okay," I squeaked out.
(Your Emma, she's done a great job. She's making me look good.)
"Ggrrhhh" Oh fuck. I'm burning! I couldn't help but pull at the restraints.
(You okay Sam?) She kept the phone pressed next to my face.
"C-Emma's here, do you want to talk to her?"
He paused then said, "Sure."
Emma put the phone to her ear as she sat down on my face again.
"Frank how are you?" she said in a graceful, yet professional tone.
(...)
"Oh he's fine, just a little tied up right now."
(...)
She was crushing my face.
"Great! That's great," she said to Frank
I was in melt-down. Chernobyl had nothing on me. She lifted her crotch momentarily to allow me a breath of air.
(...)
"Mmmm, unh-huh," she said.
(...)
"Yeah." She let me breathe again.
(...)
"Yeah we can make a mock up."
I was fucking dying. It wasn't just my asshole; my entire body was on fire.
(...)
"Just the pendant?"
She kept grinding her pussy onto my face. I needed air. And a fire hose.
(...)
"Cost plus twenty five sounds reasonable. Do we split the twenty five?"
She lifted again. I gasped.
(...)
"We're good with fifteen."
(...)
"That's great, thanks Frank. I'll have Sam call you tomorrow." She lifted her pussy off my face. "I'll just let you say bye to Sam, bye." she stuck the phone to my face.
I gasped, "Gruumphtt."
(You okay Sam?)
"I-I was just choking on a piece of ginger." I stammered.
(Sorry, I didn't realize that you were eating. You know Emma did very well. The clients are impressed. She's very talented.)
"F-frank, you have no idea what she's capable of." I must have been sweating blood.
(You must be very happy with her.)
"I'm absolutely delighted." I was silently screaming. "I'll call you tomorrow."
(Okay Bye.)
"Bye Frank," Emma hit the end call button.
"Auuuuughh Fuuuuckk!" I screamed. The fucking lava stick was not letting up in my ass.
> Emma bounded down the stairs and started doing a happy dance in front of me holding the cell phone in her right hand.
"They liked the proposal," she sang as she danced.
I was in agony.
"Liked the proposal," she swayed her hips side to side.
Shoot me, put me out of my misery.
"Liked the proposal," her elbows were flapping, "liked the proposal."
"Emma! Help!"
"Liked the proposal." She stopped dancing. Stood with the stupid mock innocence in her face and asked, "Something wrong Sam? You should be happy. They liked the proposal."
"It's fucking killing me, stop it."
"Ohhh...Sam...it's burning a little is it?"
"Please."
She climbed up the few steps, straddled over top of me and looked down at me. "Sam, I'm going to ask you questions and you're going to answer them honestly. If I don't believe your answers, your figging continues for another fifteen minutes plus I'll add some ginger into your pee hole. Got that? And don't just give me the answers that you think I want to hear. Be honest."
I nodded emphatically.
"Did you make me wear a pink dress in public to humiliate me?"
"No," I squeaked.
"Why did you do it then?"
"I just wanted you to be more lady like, I hate that Goth look," I gasped out.
"Hmmm."
"When you say 'I' is that Sam my boss speaking or Sam with ginger up his ass, or both?
"Boss Sam doesn't have a say. Only Ginger Sam does." My ass was numb. My whole body was shaking.
"Good answer. But what makes you think Ginger Sam has a say in how I look?"
"Ginger Sam is falling for you big time. He only wants you to be happy."
"And what the hell is wrong with Goth?" she demanded.
"Nothing," I snorted back, "there's nothing wrong with Goth..."
"It can be a little high maintenance," she interjected then continued, "are you suggesting a Goth girl can't be a lady?"
"No! No!" I yelled, burning away, "You've got me wrong! I just don't like it on you. You're lovely. Beautiful. You don't need to paint yourself up and wear funny jewelry. Not for me! I'm falling for the Emma that's underneath all that Goth stuff. The one that dances when she paints, the one that teaches me how to set the table right."
"What makes you think I will be happier not in Goth?"
"Right now, I can't think." I was in agony.
She smiled. "Last question," she said.
"If I find myself in a vulnerable situation again, are you going to demand that I go girly again? Be honest." She had a very serious look on her face.
I had to think this one through. It was impossible to rationally process anything with Dante's Infernos burning in my ass. I decided to just answer honestly and hope for the best.
"Yes, every time," I croaked out.
"Why?" she pressed an extra question home.
"Because you are far prettier than what you give yourself credit for. Sexy too."
She smiled and pulled out the butt plug.
"Ohhh...it's still burning."
She untied me from the railings.
"Go have a shower and sort yourself out." I scampered off.
After a shower where I basically gave myself an enema with the shower hose, I came downstairs with my tail between my legs. I was dressed in sweats and a tee.
She was too. She was making some tea.
"It will be a long, long time before I agree to letting you tie me up again," I said.
She chuckled, "Would you like some tea?" she asked smiling as she held up the box Lemon Ginger Herbal.
"No thanks," I smiled.
"Ginger ale?"
"Ginger is hereby forbidden in this house."
"Aww, I thought maybe you might want to give me a figging one day."
"No, I'm not that cruel."
"I'm sorry Sam, I didn't know it was going to actually hurt."
"That was a true pain in the ass."
"I can kiss it better, if you like?"
"Tonight." I said.
"Now I feel bad," she said. "Let me make it up to you tonight. We'll exchange one pain in the ass for another one. I've never done anal. I'd like to try," she was grinning at me, "what do you think, would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
We both looked down at my sweatpants which were bulging at the front and broke out laughing.
"I take that as a yes!" she howled.
I hugged her. When our laughing subsided I gave her a kiss. "What are you going to wear for Sunday dinner?" I asked as I held her in my arms.
"I'll sort myself out, don't you worry.
"Did you really think that I tried to humiliate you?"
"I didn't know what your motivation was. Now I know." She hugged me tightly as smiled as she looked up.
"I didn't need to go through a frikkin' Spanish Inquisition, you could have just asked."
"I hadn't planned on it. I just wanted to suck your cock with my finger in your hot ass. It didn't quite work out that way."
"No and in the end, you're going to get it - in the end." I let her go, opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.
"I should get you to pour this into my ass."
"Go peel some potatoes," she said.
I pulled out the bag of potatoes.
"Oh, I nearly forgot," she said, "you had a call on your house line while you were in the shower. She handed me the note. Her handwriting was perfect, girly even.
Your neighbor Jim called.
Jim and Julie Cavanaugh are going to the Caribbean tomorrow for 16 days. They'll be back on the Wed.
Please keep an eye on the property. You have keys to get in if you have to. No deliveries are expected. Please pick-up mail and newspapers.
Gomez and Lulu will be in the kennel.
"This doesn't make sense," I said.
She grabbed the note and reread it. "It makes perfect sense to me," she had a questioning look in her face.
"Jim is my neighbor. Great guy," I said, pointing my thumb to the left, "that's his house right there."
She stared at me.
"Julie is his neighbor, on the other side. You know the big house two doors down?"
"Yeah?"
"She's a widow. Her husband died four or five years ago."
"So?"
"He's married, his wife's name is Cora."
She just stood there.
"Why the hell would the two of them be going on holiday?"
"I don't know. Maybe they've got a thing going." She suggested.
"Very strange goings on around here," I answered.
"And this is coming from a guy that just got a figging?"
*
I sat on the couch reading the Sunday paper and drinking a beer. I had my new dress shirt and my new pair of slacks on. She came down the stairs. Black high heel shoes appeared first, followed by black see-through shiny stockings, a skinny black skirt to just above her knees, her sleeveless white cotton blouse had holes cut out to permit her boobs to garishly stick out. The nipple rings contrasted to the nipples and areola which were painted bright red. Her lipstick was the same bright red. Eye make-up was way over the top in a combination of black and red.
Somehow the tattooed arm fit right in.
The overall look was something she had clearly contrived for herself. She did a masterful job. My cock pressed in my pants.
When she made it the bottom of the stair she did a slow pirouette. The stockings had a vertical line down the back of each leg.
She looked like a complete vamp, a total slut. My cock jumped up immediately, pressing further into my pants. She was my own private, walking fuck-fest.
"Wow!" I said, standing up to adjust my cock. I held out my hand. "Don't you look absolutely delicious?"