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The Visit 6
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From alt.sex.bondage Wed Apr 1 21:10:11 1992
Subject: STORY - The Visit - Part 6
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[Part 6]
We are awakened early, by the sound of the dawn chorus of birds around the
house, surprisingly refreshed even after our energetic day and evening. you
feel me stir, and again press back against me, turning your head as far as you
can in your restrained position. I give you a soft kiss on the neck just below
your ear, and a gentle slap on the bum to send you off to your shower.
When you return, scrubbed and fresh for the day (inside and out), and having
exercised your jaws with the washcloth, you find me waiting for you. your
instructions are to dress in a manner which will be eminently respectable on
the street, for today we are going shopping.
you dress in a simple summer dress, of flowered cotton, with puff sleeves and
a peasant neckline. The neckline is controlled by a cord with a small bow in
the front, and the shirred waist and billowing bust give your breasts the
freedom
to move with the support from below of the elastic in the material. Wedge
walking
slippers are comfortable on your feet on what looks like being a very hot day.
you put in your favourite earrings, and then a half slip completes your
shopping
outfit.
A small amount of a soft blusher, and a hint of lipstick, a brush of your hair,
and
as I emerge from my shower you are ready to face the day. I smile at you, and
call you over to me. I place my hands on your shoulders, and press down.
you immediately kneel in front of me, wondering what I will order now.
I have no orders at this time, I merely replace your narrow leather collar
around
your neck, inserting the padlock again after buckling the small buckle. A
short
kiss on the neck completes your token of enslavement for the day.
I then send you to prepare breakfast for both of us, which we enjoy on the
small
patch of lawn outside the kitchen. In this spot we are able to enjoy the
morning
sun and air, without being exposed to the neighbours, as we would be on the
pool side of the house.
you then quickly clean up the kitchen and the house, knowing that part of the
decision of whether you will be allowed to stay for your entire vacation
depends
on how my wife judges your skills in helping her. you want to be _her_ friend
as well as mine, for you know I value her opinion highly.
And so off we go, to spend some time shopping. you do not yet know where we
are going to shop, or what we will be purchasing, but you are happy just to be
out and about with me. you know that I will keep you happy.
The car air conditioning beats back the heat which streams through the
windscreen, but the sun still causes a trickle of sweat to slowly work its way
down between your breasts. Yet you are conscious of how the cool are from
the vents catches on your nipples, forcing then to crinkle deliciously. your
body is caught in a happy and comfortable series of contradictions.
We cross the harbour bridge, and head into another suburb, eventually turning
down a gravel driveway that leads to what looks like a row of industrial shops.
Bur as we enter the small parking lot, you see that the first shop has a
display
window rather than a steel roller door, and that the mannikins in the window
are dressed in lace and feathers. The shop name spells out its wares -
L'Amour.
After I have parked the car I explain that the proprietor has made your
favourite toys - the straps that have so often held your breasts when my hands
could not. He has also supplied the ben-wa's and other toys that I have sent
you since we first corresponded.
I tell you that we are going to shop for more toys, and that when the shop
closes, we will have some measurements made for special garments. Again
I remind you that it is your choice whether or not you will accompany me
into the store, but that the only way to get the special things is to be
measured,
and that once we go in there will be no turning back.
I tell you to look into my eyes, and tell me whether you want to go in, and
whether you _will_ go in. you tremble slightly, lick your suddenly dry lips,
nod and say you want to accompany me. you have crossed another barrier
that you always felt you would never reach.
I come around the car and hold the door for you, and we go happily hand-
in-hand into the shop.
As we enter the proprietor is showing a latex skirt to a couple, who look
even more the normal suburban couple than we. (She at least is not wearing
an obvious slave band around her neck - we don't know _anything_ else
about them, but they know that _I_ am the Master with you). A couple
of roughly dressed girls are choosing cheap lace peignoirs from the rack.
They are probably here to replace clothes used and discarded in certain
darker streets in the central city. you feel quite out of place, and blush
slightly, but you are here for me.
We choose a few small body decorations of metal and feathers for later use,
and pass the last few minutes until closing browsing through the magazines,
and looking over the extensive collection of leather gadgets. I explain the
ones you are unfamiliar with, and again you blush with some of the
explanations, although your eyes are wide open to ensure that you don't
miss anything. A particularly interesting set of straps creates a crotch
basket
that can be used to provide support for toys, while leaving room for access
to the slave's sexual parts, so it joins our purchases.
I guide you over to the fitting rooms and take you inside one, where my
hand under your dress finds your pussy open and almost gushing your fluids,
with the sheer sexual excitement of the visit. As I tease you with my fingers
we hear the door close and the lock turn, and I deny you the release that
your cunt so urgently desires.
I lead you to the door behind the counter, and we walk through to the back
room, through the factory where so many rubber outfits and articles are
created for shipping all over New Zealand and Australia. The owner
walk through behind you, and you are sure that you can _feel_ his eyes
penetrating your dress.
But penetration is unnecessary. When we reach the room, I sit in the office
chair as he picks up his measuring tape. Calmly, I order you to strip. your
mouth drops open in surprise, and your mind instantly starts to object.
Before you can utter a word though, my words in the car and your then
already formed decision return to you. you know that you _must_ obey,
and slowly begin to do so.
As your cheeks start to redden, your hand goes to the bow on the front
of your bodice, and slowly pulls the string to release the bow. With both
hands you slowly pull the neckline open to drop it below your breasts,
and then reach to push the puffed sleeves down your arms. As the blush
turns to scarlet and runs down your neck to join your breasts, you push the
dress and slip down your hips, making your teats swing free of your body,
emphasising their size and the hard erect nipples that crown them. Finally
the dress drops away, leaving you naked and beautiful, standing like
Venus in the sea, the dress the foam of the waves at your feet.
Finally, your downcast eyes return to mine, and the pleasure that you see
reflected there reaffirms our bond. you proudly pull back your shoulders
and straighten your back, again becoming the proud slave of the proud
Master.
I inform the proprietor that he is to measure you for another set of breast
straps (this time with the velcro in just the right spots so that they do not
loosen
when used), a waist cincher which will pull you in by two inches to start, with
provision for three more inches later, and a platform bra. His hands move
over your body quickly and efficiently, and you take up the poses that he
requires to ensure that there will be no binding against your skin when
everything is in use. Despite the almost impersonal feel of the hands of a
professional, you are having great difficulty in not displaying your sexual
excitement even further.
I ask the proprietor when everything can be ready if I pay for priority
service, and he responds that two days will be enough to have everything
ready for a final fitting. If no adjustments are required, we will be able
to take them away that day. I agree that is acceptable, and ask him to
ensure that the schedule will not be affected by other work by checking
his appointment book back in the shop.
When he goes out I crush you to me, and drive my fingers into your cunt.
you are so hot that you immediately sag against me as you come. I whisper
that you will have to pay for leaving me unsatisfied. As you shudder
repeatedly you know that the price will be worth the intensity of this
experience.
I hold out the basket of straps, and tell you to step into it before putting on
your dress. The soft leather waist band fits you well, and the X of straps
has two sets of straps of unequal length, which have loops to connect
to the belt. I inform you that this ensures that it is reversible, so that I
can cover one hole while leaving the other open for use, and that this time
I want it fitted so that your pussy is covered.
At this time you become aware that the proprietor has returned, with
a firm rubber dildo that you had not seen before. I had ordered it to
be made in advance, and had provided the measurements. Although
you are afraid that you will not be able to take it, I remind you of your
three marker pens, and assure you that you will take all that I want you to.
I order you to dress, and you are again the respectable woman on the
outside, with your furnace burning hot below. Just as we are ready to
leave I order you to lie face down over the edge of the desk, and reach out
with both hands to hold onto the far end of the desk, keeping your eyes to
the front. you are acutely aware that both the proprietor and I are both
behind you, and that you have no idea what is coming.
Or _who_ will be doing it.
you feel hands lifting the hem of your dress, and dropping it onto your
back. Next your slip is pushed up, and tucked into the belt around your
waist. The pressure varies on your back as the loops of the X are
loosened and finally removed, and the straps drop away between your
legs, brushing your knees as they drop.
The silence is oppressive, with only the heavy breathing of three
deeply excited adults audible in the closed room. A foot pushes between
your feet, and you slide your legs apart with the pressure, until you feel that
you will split if they go any further. you again _know_ that you are exposed
in a way that you have not been since your exhibition to the workers in
New York many years ago. your face _burns_ with the excitement of your
shame.
Now the blunt end of the rubber dildo rubs first gently, then harder up
and down your crack. your pussy flowers open as your lips reach out to
enfold the invader you are unsure you can take, but that you desperately
want. The area being rubbed slowly decreases, until the pressure is all
on the one spot you want it most, and your cunt hole slowly opens to
absorb your invader.
The monster slowly slides up into your gut, and you writhe on the desk
with the pleasure of your engorgement. you have forgotten for now
your worry about _who_ is doing this, you just never want it to end.
The hand pushing the dildo comes close enough to be felt between
your thighs, and again you wonder whether I have given you to
another man, but you know that you must trust me, and that I have not
yet betrayed your trust.
The straps are returned, holding the rod deep in you, although you are
sure that you have not absorbed it all, and your slip and dress are
rearranged.
I tell you that you may stand and face us. When I ask you whether you
have enjoyed the day so far, you stammer a yes, searching both men's
eyes for a sign of who has done this to you. As to be expected from
Masters of this experience, there is no sign.
As we walk to the car, you are aware that there is still some length of the
dildo outside your cunt, for it and the straps are rubbing your thighs.
you wonder how you will travel home in the car, until I open the back
door and tell you to lie down across the seat. I explain that if we are
stopped I will tell the officer that you are not feeling well, and that I am
taking you home.
Only the "taking you home" is true.
y.M.P - the Royal
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