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Water everywhere
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From: [email protected] (Tolthrye)
Subject: Story: Water, Water Everywhere
Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1992 02:52:09 GMT
Water, Water Everywhere
Introduction
Teresa sat on the couch and ran her vinyl-gloved fingers
through her luxurious black hair. Sipping slowly from a glass of
wine, she contemplated the activities to come. The thought of
the evening's kinky activities made her pussy ache with desire.
She had been in some pretty kinky scenes before, but usually it
had been "business". Teresa made a comfortable living, by
Manhattan standards, as a legal secretary, but supplemented her
income with gifts from "generous, mature men who desire total
submission to a young Italian Goddess", as her personal ad read.
Tonight would be different, though. Several weeks before Teresa
had run into two of her friends at a singles club on the east
side, an attractive couple named Jeff and Anne, while on a date
with one of her "generous" friends, a banker named Harold who had
been cuffed and gagged, naked, and chained to her waist that
night. She made him kneel at her feet and kiss her pumps while
she sat and talked with her friends, who after recovering from
the surprise of seeing Teresa in such a role had admitted that
they were turned on by the idea, although they had only tried
some mild swinging before. One thing led to another, and the
evening had ended with the three of them piled together in Anne's
large waterbed, Harold chained into a chair at the foot of the
bed. Since then they had allowed Teresa to dominate them
several times, and tonight she was going to push them a bit
further than before. A few months earlier Teresa had stopped
seeing a wealthy man who had had some unusual interests, and she
had kept much of the equipment he had bought for her. Tonight
she had decided to put it to use.
Teresa shivered with excitement as she stopped absent-
mindedly stroking the lips of her pussy. She was beginning to
need to pee - she had drank two glasses of water before the glass
of wine. Time to go. Teresa stood up and adjusted the tops of
her boots, then picked up her glass and headed for the kitchen.
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Part One
"Comfortable?" Teresa asked, wine glass in hand as she
entered the kitchen where Jeff and Anne were restrained as she
had left them an hour before. Neither could answer her, of
course, because both were fully gagged. The sight of the two of
them strapped to her kitchen table in a "sixty-nine" position
would have been erotic enough without the additional restraints.
Teresa's boot heels clicked on the clay tiles of the floor as she
walked over to her slaves. She was wearing a vinyl bustier and
miniskirt, the skirt just long enough to cover her neatly trimmed
black bush and the top cut to allow her firm breasts to push out
until most of her areolas showed. A pair of vinyl boots, thigh
high and skintight, and over-the-elbow gloves in the same shiny
black material completed her ensemble. Teresa had been tempted
to rub herself off while she let her playthings wait for her
return, but had held off so she could get the most from the scene
to come. Now she walked around the heavy table in the center of
the room and examined her earlier handiwork while she sipped the
last few swallows in the glass.
She had Jeff tied down on his back on top of the plastic
dropsheet covering the table, and Anne on her stomach on top of
him. Both were tied spread-eagled, with Anne's wrists tied to
Jeff's ankles and vice-versa and then secured with thick canvas
straps to eyehooks on the underside of the four corners of the
tabletop. A wide leather belt encircled both their waists, and
she had cinched it to the point where it would have been
difficult for both to inhale deeply simultaneously.
The crowning touch, though, was the matched set of rubber
gear the couple was wearing. Both were in full hoods which
vaguely resembled snug gas masks, though with additional straps
and rings attached strategically. The masks had eyeholes which
Teresa had covered with leather blindfolds strapped around each
head, and a hole in front of the mouth where a variety of items
could be inserted. On the inside of each hood a mask was
strapped tightly over the mouth and nose of each slave, and these
masks poked through the mouthhole of each hood. Teresa had
purchased the masks, from a specialty shop that catered to her
exotic interests, to use with the rubber hoods. Two tubes
protruded above the mouth opening of each mask so that even with
that hole blocked breathing would be unobstructed. The mouth
hole itself, about two inches in diameter, could be covered with
a screw-on rubber cap, and Teresa had collected several
interesting devices which fit onto the threads to be held in
place in the mouth of the wearer. At the moment both masks held
cock-shaped gags in place, inserted several inches into each
mouth. Additionally, each slave was wearing a heavy vinyl and
leather "chastity" restraint, basically a pair of strap-on shorts
with ass and crotch holes which Teresa had locked onto the
couple. Jeff's cock, sticking through the front hole of his
chastity shorts, was confined in a leather tube that held it in
place bent downward between his legs to prevent full erection.
Both their assholes and Anne's tender cunt were stuffed with
large rubber dildos held in place by straps locked to D-rings in
the front and back of the shorts. Teresa let her gloved fingers
sneak into her pussy and play with her wet slit for just a
moment, shaking with excitement at the touch of the slick rubber
on her budding clit. Putting her empty wine glass down beside
the toys on the counter she walked over to the table. The couple
shifted slightly as she approached.
"Nervous, dears?" she asked. "You should be." She released
the catch on Anne's blindfold and removed it, then did the same
for Jeff. Jeff looked up from beneath Anne with a look of desire
which Teresa ignored. "Time for more fun. I hope you're thirsty
again." Before putting them in bondage Anne had made each of her
submissives drink two large glasses of water. Now she removed
the cock gag from Jeff's mouth, quickly replacing it with
another, one with a tube running through a hole in the middle.
She fixed this gag in place, then went to the counter and took a
small funnel from the equipment layed out there. The dark-haired
dominatrix filled a large glass with water and returned to the
table, where she inserted the small end of the funnel into the
tube protruding from Jeff's mouth and began pouring. As the
water drained into his mouth Jeff swallowed frantically, until he
had ingested another pint or two of water. Anne replaced Jeff's
original gag and repeated the procedure with Anne, inserting a
length of rubber hose between the funnel and the hollow gag so
she could raise the funnel over Anne's head to force the water
upo the gag into her mouth. After the young slave had consumed
roughly as much as Jeff had Teresa replaced her original gag.
"Hmm, I bet you two aren't really full yet. I think I'll
just add another pint or two apiece," Teresa said. Both slaves
made a quiet moaning sound. "QUIET!" Teresa commanded. "Another
peep out of either of you and I'll whip Anne's ass raw!" Turning
to the counter Teresa selected a large enema bag. "Don't worry,
I'm not going to make you drink it this time.". With that she
filled the bag to the highest mark, just over two and a half
quarts. She then walked over and patted Anne on the leg.
"You're first, my little bitch." Anne's eyes widened when she
looked up at the full water bag, but she remained silent. Teresa
opened the clasp on the rear D-ring holding the restraining strap
between Anne's legs and slid the strap free of the ring at the
base of the rubber cock in her ass. Inches above Jeff's face she
pulled the dildo out, flecked with bits of Anne's shit. "Want to
clean this off for me, Jeffy?" she asked, and Jeff responded by
nodding his head slightly. "I know you do, you little shitlicker.
Too bad." she said, putting the dildo to one side. With Anne's
tight brown hole stretched by the dildo it was easy to insert the
tube several inches into her ass, and as Teresa released the
valve near the bottom of the hose the water began to fill the
girl's intestines. By raising and lowering the bag Teresa
controlled the rate at which the water flowed, eliciting silent
but delightful squirms and wiggles from her victim, until just
under half the bag had been deposited inside her. Teresa then
reclamped the valve, stopping the flow, and as she slid the tube
out she quickly and rather viciously shoved a large plug back up
Anne's asshole. This proved too much for poor Anne, who moaned
loudly and tensed her body as the thrust triggered a wave of
cramps deep in her bowels.
"That's going to cost you, Annie. I hope Jeff doesn't make a
noise like that, I don't know if your bum can take that much
punishment!". Jeff looked up helplessly from between Anne's
thighs. Teresa refastened the strap through the ring at the base
of the new plug, and then moved to the other end of the table to
work on Jeff. She laughed when he grunted aloud as the dildo was
jerked from his asshole, and when he groaned as the remainder of
the water filled him. With Anne strapped on top of him Teresa
figured Jeff might cramp more severely than the girl, and so she
kept the water bag raised as high as the hose allowed to fill him
more quickly. Jeff moaned even louder than Anne had when his ass
was plugged, and Teresa laughed again. "Anne, this worthless
slave can't even follow instructions to save your ass! I don't
want to allow so much punishment to accumulate that you can't
take it all at once, so why don't we catch up some? Don't go
anywhere!". The dark-haired girl walked out of the kitchen,
leaving the two slaves helplessly bound, filled from both ends
with water to what they were beginning to feel was the bursting
point. When Teresa was out of the room both slaves moaned
slightly, as the enemas filling their bowels sent waves of
sensation through them. Bound helplessly to the table, they
could only wonder what Teresa had planned for the rest of the
evening!
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End of PART 1
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