by JB Brooks
11. If you should need to, use the bathroom at this point.
12. Get on the bed and sit near the foot, facing the mirror.
13. Apply lubricant to your clit and labia. You may touch your breasts, stimulate your nipples and clit, but you may not reach orgasm. (I will know.)
14. Use the speculum to open your vaginal passage. Take your time to explore how the speculum works first and use the mirror to see what you are doing. This speculum should not cause you any pain as it is the smallest available size.
15. Once you have opened yourself apply lubricant inside your vagina. The best way to achieve this is to lie back and squeeze it from the tube. The lubricant will flow down the blades of the speculum to the desired location. Use at least half of the tube of lubricant.
16. Wait for me to arrive. Remain lying down, or the lubricant will run out of your vagina. You may remove the speculum or leave it in place, as you choose. You may touch yourself but do not bring yourself to orgasm.
Ensure that you have complied with all of these instructions by the time I get home, and are ready and waiting for me, or you will be disciplined.
Yours, Matt
PS. The alarm system will automatically rearm itself at 18h35. Do not open any perimeter doors after that time or the armed response team will arrive.
Oh god!
I was shaking like a leaf, staring in disbelief at the letter in my hand.
Well, you wanted to know what he was going to do.
Oh shit!
I was having cold sweats and hot flushes in rapid succession. My first instinct was to run but apparently I was trapped in the house unless I felt like explaining myself to a bunch of armed security guards.
I sank onto one of the hard wooden chairs at the breakfast counter. As I sat, I felt the moisture squeeze from my pussy. I was soaked. It was running down my thighs. My panties hadn’t stood a chance against the wave of wetness that letter had produced. He wasn’t even here and he’d managed to arouse me to a whole new level—at the same time that he mortified me, shocked me, frightened me.
Could I do it? Should I do it?
If I didn’t do it, what would he do?
The thought jolted me into action. I’d already wasted so much time—it was almost seven! He could arrive home any minute and I wasn’t ready.
I grabbed the pen off the counter and ran into the bedroom. Tossing the list and pen onto the bed, I hastily stripped off my clothes, folded them and popped them into his closet. Under normal circumstances I would have checked out his clothes, but I was in a frenzy of anxiety and that list was really long.
The bed! The quilt was next. I folded it down the bed in sections then snatched it up and put it on the chest of drawers, followed by the pillows.
What was next? The list had fallen onto the floor and the pen had rolled under the bed. I scrambled to my knees and groped for it. I suddenly became excruciatingly aware of my nakedness, my bare ass sticking up, the coolness of the air on my wet pussy. My fingers closed around the pen and I sat up, relieved.
I quickly crossed the first point off the list and the point about the quilt—but I’d forgotten to let down my hair. I rapidly removed my bobby pins and shook out the heavy mass over my shoulders, pausing for a moment to notice how softly it brushed my naked skin. I dropped the pins onto the bedside table and made another cross on the list.
Now for the waterproof sheet. That really freaked me out. Why did we need a waterproof sheet? I found it in the drawer and stretched it over the bed, covering the normal sheets that were already there. It wasn’t plasticky—it was soft toweling with a plastic backing, just like the sheets they make for babies. It had long straps to tie it to the mattress, which I secured with some difficulty.
As I moved around the bed I became more and more aware of my nudity. My hair caressed my back. The toweling sheet brushed my nipples as I struggled to pass the straps under the mattress. My thighs rubbed together wetly as I walked around. I became increasingly sensitized until I could feel the air itself moving over my body.
At last it was time for the dildos in the second drawer. I was very, very curious. I’d thought about buying a sex toy in the past but I’d never done it because, until Matt had broken my hymen, I’d never been able to insert anything into my vagina, so there hadn’t been any point. With the new insight that I’d gained over the last couple of days, I now suspected that I’d been missing out.
I drew out the boxes and looked at them with interest. The first one was small and straight, and bright-pink in color. I read the box—Lady’s Finger, discreet personal massager, variable speeds. It was actually a vibrator, not just a dildo! I took it out of the box and a shrink-wrapped battery fell into my waiting hand. It only took me a moment to realize that the back section of the vibrator screwed off and I inserted the battery. I replaced the cover, turned the switch on the back and it buzzed into noisy and vigorous life.
I switched it off and reached for the second box, which was much heavier. Erotic Art Objects, 15cm/6” handmade glass stimulator for anal and vaginal use. Dishwasher safe.
Imagine putting your dildo in the dishwasher with the dinner plates!
I opened the box and pulled it out. It looked like some kind of ornament made from smoky-colored glass. Although it was all one solid length, it looked like a series of balls stacked on top of each other. The smallest, at the tip, was no larger than a marble, and the largest, at the base, was about the size of a golf ball. My pussy clenched and tingled in excitement at its unusual appearance. The thought of that being pushed inside me, popping in one ball at a time, was incredibly exciting.
I looked at the third box and turned it round to read the writing on the back. It was badly translated into English. My Ten Inch Dick. Lifelike medical grade silicon. Incredible natural touching and looking for playful stimulus. Made in China. I started to laugh and took it out of the box. It was quite a bit larger than the other two and shaped like a penis. Unfortunately it was also bright-blue, which made me laugh even more.
I took the whole lot to the bathroom where I washed and dried them as per the instructions. I arranged them on the bedside table from smallest to largest and crossed both points off my list. Then I padded through to the kitchen to throw the empty boxes into the recycling bin. My body was throbbing with anticipation. Walking naked through Matt’s house was exhilarating and my arousal grew and grew.
I found the wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and adjustable straps in the third drawer and examined them closely. The cuffs were made of soft velvet, triple-stitched for strength and fastened with Velcro. They had a reinforced eyelet where a clip could be attached. The ankle cuffs were slightly longer and wider than the wrist ones but otherwise identical. I hesitated, staring at them.
I had some misgivings about this step. He was obviously going to tie me down to his bed, which would leave me helpless against whatever he was planning to do to me, and he expected me to play a cooperative role in arranging my own subjugation. Arousal knifed through me. God, in one way this was incredibly hot, but in another way, utterly perverted. If I put on those cuffs I was as good as begging him to dominate me—handing over the keys and the credit cards, so to speak.
But you want him to. You enjoy it. You crave his dominance.
I shrugged, agitated. There was so little time left. It was Thursday already, in the strangest week of my life, and Saturday was a mere forty-eight hours away. I had come this far…
Was admitting that you wanted to submit the ultimate submission?
And in a few more weeks he would leave. All I would have were memories. Extraordinary memories. Memories that might be enough to last.
I bent and put the cuffs around my ankles. Then my left wrist. Then the right one. I wanted this and I wanted him, so I would put myself in this predicament and follow his crazy instructions.
As soon as the cuffs were on I felt different. My arousal sharpened and intensified. The velvet sat against my skin, light but firm. I was waiting to be claimed and taken—waitin
g, this time, with full knowledge of what he intended, and wanting it.
I returned to the drawers with a new inner calmness that had nothing to do with my state of heightened arousal. I retrieved the straps and attached them to the bedposts and headboard. The loose ends had carabiner clips, which would attach through the eyelets of my cuffs—simple but no doubt highly effective. I crossed the item off my list.
Next I looked in the bedside drawer and located the lubricant and the speculum. I began to get an idea of why he wanted the waterproof sheet—it was a big tube of lube and he wanted me to use at least half of it. I was going to get messy. My pussy tingled at the thought. I tossed the tube onto the bed.
I ripped open the packaging on the speculum. It was a plastic, disposable one and looked rather like the bill of a duck. I sat on the bed and studied it, ignoring the order of the tasks on my list. It seemed simple enough—once inserted the blades could be opened and secured in position by a screw with a wing nut. The effect that it was having on me was not so simple. The thought of using it on myself was utterly wicked, and the idea of my pussy being levered open and held in position was exciting beyond belief. My nipples were hard and throbbing and my clit was swollen, ready to burst into orgasm.
I hastily washed the speculum then dragged the standing mirror from the corner and positioned it at the foot of the bed. It was on a triangular stand so I was able to tip it forward, ensuring that I’d be able to see myself even when I was lying flat. Then I climbed onto the bed and smoothed the list out beside me.
At last I was allowed to touch my poor tormented body! I ran my hands over my distended nipples, wincing at their sensitivity.
Oh you’re making it worse!
I opened the lube and squeezed some over my fingers, dropping some onto the sheet when it ran out quicker than I expected, and rubbed it over my pussy. It was cool on my overheated flesh but just for a moment. I was already so wet that it was impossible to tell what was lube and what was my own secretion. I ran my fingers down the sides of my clit and pinched it longways between my fore and middle fingers, feeling how swollen and throbbing it was, then slid an exploratory finger into my cunt opening. My slick, hot flesh clamped around my digit and I was barely able to hold back a shattering orgasm. I wasn’t going to be able to touch myself much after all, for I believed that Matt would know if I came. I decided to get on with the speculum.
Oh please, you can’t wait! You’re dying to put that thing inside you.
With a delicious sense of anticipation I pulled my legs up and put my feet on the mattress, spreading my thighs as wide as I could. I could see everything in the mirror. With my left hand I spread my pussy wide, revealing my pink, throbbing flesh and vaginal opening. Using my right hand I began to insert the speculum. The smooth plastic slid in with surprising ease, parting my channel slightly. I froze and fought off another orgasm that was almost triggered by the foreign penetration. When the critical moment passed I pushed it the rest of the way inside until the open circular base was up against my pussy. I let my pussy lips go and fumbled for the screw with my left hand. After a few awkward turns I began to feel the strangest sensation deep inside my cunt as the blades began to force the walls of my channel apart. I almost came again and wondered how many more times I’d be able to hold it off.
When the strange pressure inside me turned to tenderness I stopped turning the screw, moved my hands away and examined myself in the mirror. All that was visible of the speculum was the little handle, the circular base and the screw, flush against my pussy. My opening was a round, dark hole, unobstructed and vulnerable. I groaned and lay back on the bed, feeling cool air in my gaping channel. Damn Matt—he’d reduced me to the most basic state of sexual craving and frustration and he wasn’t even here!
And I wasn’t finished with the damn list either.
I snatched up the open tube of lube then shuffled about on the bed to find the best way to position myself so that I could look in the mirror and see where to aim it. Holding my knees up against my chest and peering down between my own legs worked best. I tentatively positioned the tube, feeling it knock against the rim of the speculum, and squeezed out some lube. For a moment I felt nothing at all and then suddenly there was a cold sensation spreading out deep, deep within my vagina. I jerked the tube away, convinced that I’d squeezed out way too much, but when I looked at the tube I’d hardly used any at all.
He wants you to use half. At least.
That’s just ridiculous!
It’s going to feel amazing.
You might as well do it. You’ve done everything else on that stupid list!
But even in my far-gone state of arousal I knew it wasn’t stupid. He’d created an amazing sensory experience for me. I gave myself over to it and positioned the lube over my opened pussy again. I closed my eyes and squeezed the tube. That cold, wet sensation blossomed inside me once more, utterly foreign, intensely stimulating. I gritted my teeth, telling my inner muscles to relax as I fought off another shattering orgasm.
When the tube was half empty I set it aside. My body heat was slowly warming the puddle of lube inside me but I could still feel it—a subtle weight without form or shape, moving when my muscles moved. It was a feeling unlike anything else.
I lay for a while, savoring the sensation in a state of blissful and sustained arousal, and it was then that I heard a car pulling up next to the house. Matt was home.
I quickly reached down to remove the speculum. The thought of him seeing me with it in was too embarrassing. I was too vulnerable, too exposed, like that.
I fumbled for the screw but couldn’t get a grip on it with my slippery fingers. The angle was very awkward.
The front door opened and I heard the soft beeping as Matt punched his code into the alarm panel. Frantically I tried to sit up to see what I was doing in the mirror. The lube inside me oozed out in a warm rush, trickling down from my vagina past my ass. I quickly lay flat before more could run out. Footsteps came down the hall. Damn it, I was stuck! I squeezed my thighs together.
Matt walked through the door, which I hadn’t bothered to close. I turned my head away in acute embarrassment but I heard the sharp intake of his breath when he saw me.
“Hello, Jane,” he said. His voice was smooth. I squeezed my eyes shut in mortification and shook my head on the bed.
“Look at me, Jane. Greet me properly.” A command this time.
I turned my head reluctantly and met his smoldering eyes. “Hello, Matt.” It came out in a husky whisper that sounded nothing like my own voice.
He was wearing soft, gray track pants with a drawstring waist, slung low on his hips, and a navy-blue, sweat-drenched muscle shirt. Obviously fresh from the gym, his muscles were all taut and defined, and his cock was aroused and clearly visible, straining against his pants. My stomach did its now-familiar falling away flip. How could he possibly look so good after a hard workout?
“Now this is a sight that a man could get used to coming home to.” He moved to the bed and stood next to the mirror at my feet, his hot eyes running over my body.
“It looks as though you enjoyed carrying out my instructions. Open your legs. Show me your pussy.”
There was no point in arguing or trying to avoid his command. I shut my eyes and let my thighs fall open. When he didn’t say anything, I peeped at him between my eyelashes.
He’d fallen to his knees at the side of the bed and was staring at my open pussy, the expression on his face unreadable. Then he reached out and smoothed his hands down my thighs.
“Oh Jane, that looks amazing.” Now his voice was husky, like mine. “I’m so glad you left the speculum in for me—I was hoping you would.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that I couldn’t release the screw, but I suddenly decided not to and flexed my hips instead, rotating my ass in a small circle. He groaned and pushed up to his feet.
“I’m going to have a shower but I’ll be quick. Don’t take it out.”
He p
aused and grinned. “Actually, give me your foot.” I shuffled my right foot toward him uncertainly. He pulled my leg straight and clipped my ankle cuff to the bedpost, pulling the cord tight.
“Other foot… And now your hands please, Jane, up above your head.”
In a moment I was secured, my legs spread wide and my hands extended directly above my head. I pulled but there was no give, my bonds gentle but unforgiving.
“Don’t go away,” he quipped and sauntered into the bathroom.
He left me lying there, helpless and open, my body humming with need and anticipation, for what felt like hours. The clock on his bedside table told me that it was ten minutes, but it was his clock and therefore not to be trusted. Besides, ten minutes! I could shower and wash my long hair in less than ten minutes! I listened to him splashing around and…singing! Badly!
The bastard’s actually singing!
At last he emerged, naked, damp hair standing up in golden spikes, and his thick cock straining up to his bellybutton. He smiled at me, beautiful man, and my heart pounded.
He knelt on the bed next to my head.
“Suck me, Jane. Make me crazy.”
My movements were limited. I turned my head to the side and he fed his cock into my mouth. I teased around the sensitive glans with my tongue then began to suck. At this angle I couldn’t direct him toward my throat and I didn’t have my hands free to hold him, so he grabbed the base of his cock and thrust into the soft tissue of my cheek. I tried to keep my teeth clear but sometimes they grazed him lightly. This seemed to excite him and he quickened his pace. His salty taste spread over my tongue.
Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth.
“I’ll be back,” he said in answer to my unspoken question, “but I want to play with you first.” The anticipation in his voice sent shivers over my skin and made my inner muscles clench. With my hands secured above my head, my breasts jutted out. He bent over me and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting me gently. His fingers played with my other breast, pulling and rolling the nipple and mimicking the actions of his mouth, sending twin spirals of sensation directly to my throbbing cunt.