I'd been in this room many times before. I knew it's layout well - the long bench under the ceiling winch, the fireplace and mantle, the simple iron back chair, the dildo's and but plugs, the washbasin in the corner. I might not have been able to rebuild the room in my mind and get it exactly right but it all felt familiar, the same.
But this time it was different, this was the first time I had seen Mistress. And there I was, naked, lying on my side on the bench, legs tucked up towards my chest, with a nozzle, attached to a long hose with an enema bag at the end of it, inserted in my ass, in a dark but familiar room with an unfamiliar person controlling that enema bag.
I couldn't see Mistress but I could tell she was playing with the enema bag because when she squeezed it there was a definite increase in speed of the fluid rushing down to fill up my ass. I could feel my stomach start to change shape as the enema worked its way from my ass around my insides. And then, all of a sudden, the nozzle was out and soft towel was being used to wipe away lube and enema fluid from around my anus.
"Now just lie there for a few minutes and let that do its work" Mistress instructed me. "Then, go upstairs to shower, release your enema (and remember that the order is important) and come back down here and sit on the chair and wait for me." At that, Mistress moved the chair with the iron back to the centre of the floor and set it down facing the door and the mirror on the wall. All I saw after that was the back of Mistress as she left the room.
As I lay there, feeling the enema inside me, I wondered where the women like Mistress were when I was a child, when I was growing up, when I went out. Those amazing women - the ones that I could talk to, that I could do things with, and that were just a little 'bent' as well - had to be out there somewhere. The question was how to meet them.
After a few minutes I could feel my stomach muscles starting to work on the enema and the muscles around my ass started to pulse and contract to hold it in. Slowly I uncurled from my position on the bench, stood up, took the dressing gown from its place behind the door and headed up stairs for a shower and the promise of the enema release.
Showered and de-enema'd, I walked back into the darkened room where the first thing I saw told me that Mistress had been back while I was upstairs. There, fastened to the chair facing the door and the mirror on the wall - the chair on which I had been instructed to sit and wait for Mistress, was a very solid, very upright, butt plug. I knew what I had to do.
I took the towel from around my waist and headed for the chair. Then I turned around and slowly began to sit down. I took a deep breath as I felt the tip of the plug with its cold dollop of lube come into contact with my very tight little hole. Slowly I increased the pressure and the plug began to push and slide its way into my tight little pussy. I felt every bump and ripple as the plug got wider and wider as its full length gradually slid in to fill me up. And then, with a sudden release, my pussy widened just enough to let the biggest part of the plug inside and I quickly slid down to its base. I reached around behind me, spread my ass cheeks and bore down on the chair with all my weight to make sure that the plug was inserted as far as possible.
I was now well and truly impaled, my ass cheeks spread on the chair, my balls dangling in mid air, hanging obscenely in front of the chair and my dick standing out as far as it could at about 45 degrees. In fact, I was so firmly impaled on the chair that any movement (back, forward, side to side or up) meant that the chair moved with me.
I was in heaven as I settled back to wait for Mistress.
And then she returned, carrying a little bundle and looking stunning. She stood at the door, took a quick look at me and gave a little laugh - I couldn't tell if she was amused at my very obvious excitement or just happy to have a new plaything.
Mistress walked around behind me and I could hear her put the bundle she was carrying on the bench behind me. I could see her in the mirror as she walked to the wall and took down a long thin rope. Then she returned, pushed my knees apart and squatted between them in front of me and began to tie off my cock and balls.
Round and round went the rope, lifting, separating and stretching. And then it was done - as the rope was wrapped around between my balls and my prick the skin of my scrotum was stretched and my balls were pulled away from my body, stretched further and further away from their usual hanging position. Now their location as they dangled obscenely off the front of the chair was very obvious - with the skin remaining at the very tip of my scrotum tightly stretched to cover them they were well separated from my body and very vulnerable.
Mistress stood up, reached around behind me and quietly asked me to stand. I did so, expecting the plug I was still impaled on to come sliding out. But, whatever she was doing, somehow the chair released its grip on the plug and I stood up my pussy still full. As I stood and my legs came together I could feel my ass cheeks close over the end of the plug, pushing it up further inside me and a little shudder of pleasure washed over me.
All of a sudden Mistress was very busy and before I knew it my arms were through the holes of a lacy black bra that was being fastened between my shoulder blades, and a garter belt was being clipped closed around my waist. On Mistress's instructions I sat on the end of the bench (and felt the hard bench surface ram the plug further inside me) as Mistress rolled silky black stockings over my feet and up my legs to my thighs and then clipped them to the garter belt. Then the final piece of the bundle Mistress had brought into the room - a small, shiny black corset was clapped around my waist and fastened in front. And, as I stood there with my arms reaching for the ceiling Mistress proceeded to tighten the corset and take about 5 inches off my waist size and (or so it felt like) add almost all of that "excess' to my breasts.
Finally, there I stood, dressed head to toe in black lace lingerie, corseted, my balls stretched about 4 inches from my body and turning red and purple, and impaled on a plug that was so far inside me it seemed to have decided to make my pussy its permanent home.
I never wanted to leave. This was perfect. All I needed was to find that perfect someone to send me off to work trussed up like this under my suit every day, for her to be waiting to use me in whatever way she wanted when I got home and life would be as close to perfect as I could imagine. It couldn't be that difficult could it?
My quiet reverie was broken as Mistress instructed me to sit on the very end of the bench and lie back with my ass right at the end. I immediately followed my instructions and was soon horizontal, looking at the ceiling, with my knees on my chest and my ass and my tied off cock and balls (and my still-full pussy) hanging off the end of the bench.
Mistress quickly inserted my hands into a leather sleeve that reached my elbows and fastened the buckles to prevent me removing them. A rope went through the ring on the end of the leather mitts and my hands were then pulled back behind me and tied off to the wall. Ropes were quickly wrapped around my calves and thighs fastening them together. And then a rope went under each knee and was tied off somewhere over my head behind me. I was trapped on the table - I could definitely wriggle but only one way - back, towards the wall behind me - as the ropes stopped me moving forwards.
And then Mistress was around at my ass, with her hand wrapped around my cock, pulling it this way and then that to see what kind of movement it had. Suddenly I felt a tugging on my entire groin. I knew immediately what was going on. The tugging got stronger and stronger as more and more weights were attached to the rope tied around my balls, stretching then still further away from the rest of my body. I could feel my cock being pulled forwards and down, following my balls as they were gradually stretched towards the floor. My balls were now stretched far enough towards the floor that any move backwards towards the wall behind me to reduce the pulling on them was a very bad idea - as soon as I tried to move backwards, my balls were crushed against the cross beam at the edge of the bench. I definitely wasn't going anywhere now - that is, I wasn't going anywhere if I wanted all my bits to stay attached to me!
Mistress disappeared and I was left alone to savour the feelings - the plug stretching me, widening and lengthening me, turning my ass into a tight little pussy, the corset tightly constricting my waist, the smooth lingerie against my skin, the immobility of my legs and hands and the wrenching pull of weights and gravity slowly stretching my balls further and further from my body.
And then Mistress was back. As she wandered the room, looking at her plaything from different angles she was taking photos. Pictures that could be loaded onto a computer and sent to anybody, while I was lying fastened to the bench. If Mistress wanted to control me she now had the perfect weapon. Or, she could disclose my little secret to everybody just to amuse herself - the levels of trust required were definitely ramping up.
And then it was over. The camera was down and the weights were coming off as my balls bounced back up to a more normal position - they were still tied off and stretched away from my body (and they were definitely further away than they had been before the weights had been left to dangle off them) but they were nowhere near as close to the floor as they had been for the last 10 minutes. The physical relief from the stretching was noticeable - but I still missed the strong stretching sensations, the inability to move because of the position of the weights, the feeling of being modified to meet Mistresses' desired shape.
Suddenly I felt Mistress's hand on my ass, tugging on the end of the butt plug. Slowly my pussy released the plug that, after 45 minutes inside me, seemed to have taken up residence. When the plug came out I felt kind of strange. My pussy, hanging exposed off the end of the bench felt loose and empty. And then I felt Mistress pulling my ass cheeks apart and slowly begin to push something else inside me. Whatever this was it was a bit wider than the plug had been and so my pussy began to stretch to try and let it in.
I breathed in and felt it slide deep inside me, until I could feel it right up at the pit of my stomach and then I felt Mistresses' hips against my ass. All of a sudden I realised that I had just been impaled by Mistress on her strap-on - right up to the hilt. I was stuck - my pussy was full and I was corseted, lingeried and bound.
Mistress began to move her hips from side to side. I could feel the head of her dildo circling my insides, I could feel my pussy entrance stretched first one way and then another. And then Mistress began to slowly withdraw and the feeling of fullness began to recede. Then, Mistress dribbled more lube onto her shaft and slowly began to fuck me, pulling my ass cheeks as far apart as she could to gain better access. Slowly she increased her pace - long, hard, deep and fast strokes, short, choppy strokes, deep, slow strokes. As Mistress kept on fucking me my ass and pussy began to heat up.
As I heated up I could see her watching my face at the end of every stroke. I could feel her hips slam into my ass cheeks and the pressure of her body against mine as she tried to cram every inch of the dildo deep inside my tight pussy. I could hear her breathing speed up as she crammed the strap-on into me, warming me and stretching me as she impaled my pussy on her dildo. And, at the end of every stroke, I could feel a little up motion as, just after slamming into my ass, Mistress gave a quick flick of her hips to try and cram as much dildo as she could into my pussy.
I closed my eyes and tried to match her rhythm with my own. I tried to push back at her at the end of every stroke, to swallow the entire strap-on. I tried to get her deeper inside me, filling me right up to my chest cavity. And then, all of a sudden, after fucking me for nearly 10 minutes without stopping she grabbed my hips, and thrust forward pulling me towards her and buried the full width and length of her strap-on deep inside me.
She was so far inside me I could feel the metal ring that held the strap on together resting against my pussy. Mistress didn't withdraw from this stroke; instead she held my hips and began rotating her hips against my ass. I could feel the entire strap-on circling the insides of my pussy while my pussy lips were pulled apart by Mistresses movements and the end of the strap-on.
And then she was gone. My pussy was empty - hot and sticky, but empty. I gradually gathered my thoughts that had been scattered by the pounding my ass and pussy had taken and opened my eyes. Mistress was standing beside me putting on a glove, with a very satisfied smile on her face. As she walked back down to the end of the bench I realised what was about to happen and began to prepare for the invasion.
Then I felt her fingers slowly working their way inside me. First one finger and then another and another and finally a fourth finger was added. Breathing deeply I could feel her twist all four fingers around, her fingertips sliding around inside my pussy. I felt a slight withdrawal and then I felt the whole hand come back at me. This time it was all four fingers and the thumb that Mistress began slowly working into me.
I closed my eyes again and concentrated on my breathing and opening my pussy as wide as I could. I knew that if Mistress wanted to come inside I was definitely going to have to let her in. I could feel my pussy stretching - I was sure that I was now so wide open that Mistress could have stuck just about anything she wanted inside me. And, just as if to prove the point I suddenly felt her whole hand slide into me.
As the widest part of her hand went into me I could feel my pussy closing over it pulling the narrower back part of her hand and her wrist into me. A couple of deep breaths later I opened my eyes and looked straight up a Mistress's smiling face. "Very good my little slut." she murmured as she pushed her arm further inside. I was stuck like an ice-cream on a stick and all I could do was try and make room for as much of her as she wanted to cram into me.
And then she was up on the bench beside me, her arm still buried in my pussy. Keeping her fist deep inside me she slowly drew my body upwards and began to push my legs back over my head. As I rotated back my cock and balls came into view and Mistress skirted around beside my head so that she could keep my pussy filled but continue to bend me over.
I lay there, bent in half, my arms tied behind my head, my spine kept straight by my corset, stockinged and bra-ed. All I could see was Mistresses face, her upper body, half of the arm that she had crammed inside me and my cock and balls. I was definitely in heaven.
Mistress slowly began to clench and unclench her fist, which was still buried inside my pussy, as she searched for ways to push further into me. I closed my eyes again and tried to concentrate on opening up when all of a sudden I felt Mistresses very wet, very lubricated hand wrap around my cock. My eyes opened wide as Mistress began sliding one hand up and down my cock while continuing to create havoc deep inside my pussy with her other hand. All I could do was mumble and whimper as the sensations coursed through my body making me feel like I was on fire.
Following Mistress's command I opened my mouth as wide as I could. As I did so she continued to play around inside my pussy and, more obviously, she began to take aim as she pulled on my cock. My entire body started to tremble and shudder as the sensations I was being subjected to overtook me. And then, finally, as I looked straight up at Mistresses face and into my cock and balls Mistress gave my cock an almighty squeeze and began to milk me. As I came Mistress took aim and sent the dollops of sticky white semen flying straight into the back of my throat.
As I came, still bent in half, my pussy stretched with Mistresses hand and arm deep inside me, Mistress carefully withdrew her arm, the entire process sending further shudders through my body and more cum shooting down my throat.
Finally, she was out and I lay there spent. Mistress gave what sounded like a happy laugh and crammed a butt plug back inside me. As I lay gathering myself Mistress untied my cock and balls, took my stockings off. She then stood me up and removed my bra, suspender belt and corset but decided to leave the plug inside me - just to make sure my pussy stayed nice and full!
Mistress then sent me upstairs to clean out my pussy and shower.
After showering I headed back downstairs and dressed myself in my street clothes (my g-string bodysuit was first, and was then covered by normal male clothes) and prepared to leave. Mistress came in briefly to say that she had had a great time and to say goodbye.
As I was escorted to the front door by the receptionist and I walked out onto the street I floated along I wondered where else I was going to find that perfect someone - the one who also wanted to play the same games I wanted to play. Difficult questions - but at least I knew and had just had demonstrated to me again that there were some people who liked sex the same way I did.