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It was on the Monday when they had had breakfast that Marc contacted me, gave me the details of Fridays meeting and explained the state of Mya`s arse, and her general demeanour. Something somewhere was for me not ringing quite true, if truth were told there had been something niggling at me since Mya had told me of the whole scenario, but I said nothing, and we went off to do whatever we usually do on a warm spring morning, in my case not a lot!
Anyway, Mya herself had had a hard weekend, she said that Alex had talked to her after the Friday evening session and asked if she had enjoyed the session with the ladies, which she said, “she had,” and soon found it to be the wrong answer, Alex believing sex between women should not be allowed except as a last resort, or to stimulate a male, saying it is a waste of good fanny! Well it is a point of view, not everyone`s… but a point of view just the same! He said as much, as he attached her to the crucifix, hung an empty can on a string from breast to breast so it hung under her sex and without further ado wandered off to his bed! 8 hours is a bloody long time to be stood and as she peed, unable to hold herself further the can filled and she thought her nipples would tear off…it was seven in the morning when he finally released her! By then she was exhausted and didn’t realise when he asked if she would like to lay down for a while, to which she said, “she did,” then realised he meant on the rack! Stretched though not overly it must be said, he sorted his own breakfast…cornflakes…just his limit…!
It being Saturday, he went to the village and fetched a chip dinner, before releasing our by now tired and stiff lass, so she could eat, being ravenous not having eaten since last teatime the night before. They ate then he decided to take her for some exercise, a jog naked round the empty building, he of course riding a cycle, with her on a lead! She said after that, “it was a real trial, and his laughter as she jogged the second lap just adding insult to injury. They returned into the building where he demanded his sexual rights… over the coffee table in the front hall, again on the stairs and finally in her bed, where he left her, saying, “Tea at 5pm!”
She dragged herself to the kitchen and half asleep began on a meal! By the 6pm news she was only just awake which he thought a hoot, finally sending her to her bed at 7… she slept till Sunday at 10, by then her bladder bursting, she had been forced to rise, the fact she had missed a night`s sleep did not seem to faze-him at all! That whole week was more of the same, on Thursday he promising her, “something at the weekend” that she would “enjoy he was sure.” And true to form, on the Friday afternoon after dinner he had her make sandwiches, and a salad for tea, Mya quickly realising this was an ominous sign, as he usually wanting her to cook each meal, so she knew she was not going to be available. At 5pm to the honking of a horn she was led naked as usual down to the back-kitchen entrance, where from a short man in coveralls stood, on Alex`s instruction for her to drain his balls with one of her fantastic blow jobs. That done he handed her a plain cardboard box, obviously fairly heavy, and still not having said a word before getting in and driving the van away as they returned to the flat.
He had her toilet herself but told her not to urinate, which she did, he had her put on mascara, saying he loved make up, before attaching her to the crucifix once more then undoing the mysterious box, which proved to contain a Tens machine, one of the big ones with a dozen outlets.
Apparently, he was an expert with this b**st, plugging it in and attaching a sizeable probe up her back passage, pads on nipples, a soft clip at her tongue, and a crocodile style clip direct to her clitoral hood, Mya had waked that path before with a number of masters, she knew what to expect and was not to be disappointed. He had set it to a random setting, and a medium power, sadly it meant shocks ever few minutes, first at a nipple, then at her hood, or her tongue, no set pattern, nor regular timing, or power it quickly turned her to jelly.
The anticipation, and to his great joy the jolt making her bladder suddenly allow itself to release. He rose from the seat he had taken to watch, switched off the machine, then slid a new probe into the still wet urethra, and then yet another large one, in, to rest against her cervix. He smiled as he added the two wires to the mixer, and then switched it all back on turning the power up a tad. He smiled at her, turned on the music centre tape recorder to record, then said, “you may scream if you wish, I love it, and I want to remember you after you have gone off home! Then taking his seat he sat nonchalantly chewing a toffee, waiting for her to scream. Mya would not give him that satisfaction, though her face showed pain, and her muscles twitched involuntarily at every jolt. So, leaning up to the box he just added more power. This time she was unable to resist, her scream rang round the flat, disturbing the doves on the roof and as the pain intensified, startling the peafowl a hundred yards away on the lawn. Alex laughed, said, “enjoy” and went off to eat his tea, leaving her to scream and twitch, tears running black from her make up.
His tea over he returned turned down the machine to a steadier level and opened up the timer, so she was only shocked occasionally, then he sat once more with a ‘good book’ looking up from time to time to enjoy her discomfort. His rigid prick stiffening with every syllable, every sniffle, every grunt until she began to become hoarse, between shocks she would slump, hanging on her wrists, her head slumped forward, breathing hard, waiting for the shock she knew would soon come though she knew not where it would hit. It was to be one of her longest and most painful tens sessions ever.
When finally he removed the probes, she was unable to stand, he lifted her and laid her on the bed, like a rag doll, then before she could object he mounted her and rode her to his climax, but not hers, before abandoning her to sleep the sleep of the dead.
After that till Friday the recollections were a bit vague, she did say she had another tens machine session, but she was not very precise, and the week wandered past.
Marc, and Nina had a busy week, reps from all the companies he dealt with, having passed the word amongst themselves, they kept appearing, as free gifts like her were hard to get, it did plenty for good relations, and it all tired Nina out, though she seemed to love the attention. But those men had to be reminded that life would go back to normal come Monday next, and that the pretty Mya was not going to be on offer in Nina`s place, which broke one or two of the reps hearts or at least shattered their hopes!
Nina collected the wedding dress for Mya from the gown shop on Wednesday, and they realised they would have to be early at the manor on Friday so that Nina, as her maid could get the bride dressed and readied. In fact, they left for the manor in the Range Rover just after dinner. Marc knowing, he would miss Nina, though he couldn’t wait for Mya`s return
It was on the Monday when they had had breakfast that Marc contacted me, gave me the details of Fridays meeting and explained the state of Mya`s arse, and her general demeanour. Something somewhere was for me not ringing quite true, if truth were told there had been something niggling at me since Mya had told me of the whole scenario, but I said nothing, and we went off to do whatever we usually do on a warm spring morning, in my case not a lot!
Anyway, Mya herself had had a hard weekend, she said that Alex had talked to her after the Friday evening session and asked if she had enjoyed the session with the ladies, which she said, “she had,” and soon found it to be the wrong answer, Alex believing sex between women should not be allowed except as a last resort, or to stimulate a male, saying it is a waste of good fanny! Well it is a point of view, not everyone`s… but a point of view just the same! He said as much, as he attached her to the crucifix, hung an empty can on a string from breast to breast so it hung under her sex and without further ado wandered off to his bed! 8 hours is a bloody long time to be stood and as she peed, unable to hold herself further the can filled and she thought her nipples would tear off…it was seven in the morning when he finally released her! By then she was exhausted and didn’t realise when he asked if she would like to lay down for a while, to which she said, “she did,” then realised he meant on the rack! Stretched though not overly it must be said, he sorted his own breakfast…cornflakes…just his limit…!
It being Saturday, he went to the village and fetched a chip dinner, before releasing our by now tired and stiff lass, so she could eat, being ravenous not having eaten since last teatime the night before. They ate then he decided to take her for some exercise, a jog naked round the empty building, he of course riding a cycle, with her on a lead! She said after that, “it was a real trial, and his laughter as she jogged the second lap just adding insult to injury. They returned into the building where he demanded his sexual rights… over the coffee table in the front hall, again on the stairs and finally in her bed, where he left her, saying, “Tea at 5pm!”
She dragged herself to the kitchen and half asleep began on a meal! By the 6pm news she was only just awake which he thought a hoot, finally sending her to her bed at 7… she slept till Sunday at 10, by then her bladder bursting, she had been forced to rise, the fact she had missed a night`s sleep did not seem to faze-him at all! That whole week was more of the same, on Thursday he promising her, “something at the weekend” that she would “enjoy he was sure.” And true to form, on the Friday afternoon after dinner he had her make sandwiches, and a salad for tea, Mya quickly realising this was an ominous sign, as he usually wanting her to cook each meal, so she knew she was not going to be available. At 5pm to the honking of a horn she was led naked as usual down to the back-kitchen entrance, where from a short man in coveralls stood, on Alex`s instruction for her to drain his balls with one of her fantastic blow jobs. That done he handed her a plain cardboard box, obviously fairly heavy, and still not having said a word before getting in and driving the van away as they returned to the flat.
He had her toilet herself but told her not to urinate, which she did, he had her put on mascara, saying he loved make up, before attaching her to the crucifix once more then undoing the mysterious box, which proved to contain a Tens machine, one of the big ones with a dozen outlets.
Apparently, he was an expert with this b**st, plugging it in and attaching a sizeable probe up her back passage, pads on nipples, a soft clip at her tongue, and a crocodile style clip direct to her clitoral hood, Mya had waked that path before with a number of masters, she knew what to expect and was not to be disappointed. He had set it to a random setting, and a medium power, sadly it meant shocks ever few minutes, first at a nipple, then at her hood, or her tongue, no set pattern, nor regular timing, or power it quickly turned her to jelly.
The anticipation, and to his great joy the jolt making her bladder suddenly allow itself to release. He rose from the seat he had taken to watch, switched off the machine, then slid a new probe into the still wet urethra, and then yet another large one, in, to rest against her cervix. He smiled as he added the two wires to the mixer, and then switched it all back on turning the power up a tad. He smiled at her, turned on the music centre tape recorder to record, then said, “you may scream if you wish, I love it, and I want to remember you after you have gone off home! Then taking his seat he sat nonchalantly chewing a toffee, waiting for her to scream. Mya would not give him that satisfaction, though her face showed pain, and her muscles twitched involuntarily at every jolt. So, leaning up to the box he just added more power. This time she was unable to resist, her scream rang round the flat, disturbing the doves on the roof and as the pain intensified, startling the peafowl a hundred yards away on the lawn. Alex laughed, said, “enjoy” and went off to eat his tea, leaving her to scream and twitch, tears running black from her make up.
His tea over he returned turned down the machine to a steadier level and opened up the timer, so she was only shocked occasionally, then he sat once more with a ‘good book’ looking up from time to time to enjoy her discomfort. His rigid prick stiffening with every syllable, every sniffle, every grunt until she began to become hoarse, between shocks she would slump, hanging on her wrists, her head slumped forward, breathing hard, waiting for the shock she knew would soon come though she knew not where it would hit. It was to be one of her longest and most painful tens sessions ever.
When finally he removed the probes, she was unable to stand, he lifted her and laid her on the bed, like a rag doll, then before she could object he mounted her and rode her to his climax, but not hers, before abandoning her to sleep the sleep of the dead.
After that till Friday the recollections were a bit vague, she did say she had another tens machine session, but she was not very precise, and the week wandered past.
Marc, and Nina had a busy week, reps from all the companies he dealt with, having passed the word amongst themselves, they kept appearing, as free gifts like her were hard to get, it did plenty for good relations, and it all tired Nina out, though she seemed to love the attention. But those men had to be reminded that life would go back to normal come Monday next, and that the pretty Mya was not going to be on offer in Nina`s place, which broke one or two of the reps hearts or at least shattered their hopes!
Nina collected the wedding dress for Mya from the gown shop on Wednesday, and they realised they would have to be early at the manor on Friday so that Nina, as her maid could get the bride dressed and readied. In fact, they left for the manor in the Range Rover just after dinner. Marc knowing, he would miss Nina, though he couldn’t wait for Mya`s return
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