1964 The Dairy of DesireChapter 46 Return to Normalcy
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Saturday dawned a grey morning, bright but grey the clouds promised rain, the lady of my life, Ann, stirred then struggled from her bed, “come on sleepy-head” she shouted as her delightful naked backside vanished through the bedroom doorway.
I heard her calling Sam as she went towards the bathroom.
Breakfast was a light affair of toast taken at the table the three of us naked, both Sam and I finding our eyes magnetically drawn to Ann`s breasts and the showing of thin red lines we had inflicted on them last night.
Ann commented that we had “made a good job of them didn`t you!” and that “The vibrator had been fantastic” and that she wanted to “do that again” she said that her nipples had stung but she had been so tired that she had soon gone off to sleep, and today they didn’t hurt hardly at all, however she thought they may be a little tender if they were handled any more. Sam and I exchanged glance`s, she was fantastic, absorbing pain as most of us absorbed sunlight!
“We need to go shopping” Ann said, “we need something for breakfast tomorrow, and Sunday lunch, and you never know when we will have a power cut also I suspect you would like me to fetch a candle or two, at least you seemed keen last evening”.
Her eyes twinkled as Sam suggested he “went with her” and that perhaps “he could help her dress”
We all adjourned to the bedroom Ann sitting on the bed while Sam selected some clothes for her, a lacy white bra, yellow long sleeve blouse a near see-through one in silk, a long loose skirt and finally the roll-on support she had worn the night before which he helped her put on, first slipping the Egg into place as he did so, he then placed her wristlets on her wrists before putting on the blouse carefully hiding the wristlets in the cuffs. A pair of court shoes and the skirt completed the job and they were soon off to Rye to shop, me reminding them to bring plenty of pop back with them and passing Sam the egg controller.
I did the dishes, then put the heat on in the dungeon and lit the sitting room fire before retiring to the little shed out in the garden to complete a piece of woodwork I was making especially for Ann`s birthday.
An hour and a half after, they returned, Ann looking a little flushed, it had just begun to spit with rain. We had a snack in our kitchen while I put away the shopping, with each of us drinking a couple of large glasses of lemonade (with a mind to the scenarios we had agreed on the night before) over the snack a red-faced Ann told me what had happened.
First Sam `gave her a slow speed burst` when she was shopping at the butchers, and again in the hardware shop where they bought candles and Sam on a whim bought a couple of rat traps, by the time they had been to the bakers she had been finding it hard to keep walking and having had to beg Sam to stop for a while to hide her embarrassment. However, it was in the main street that things got really weird, when they had met someone Ann and I knew. One of the few “tradesmen” that visited the homestead regularly was the local dustcart and he was one of our dirty old bin-men, an American gent who had made his home here in the UK. Ann had never been keen on him since she had lived at the Homestead, he had a way of leering at her whenever he collected the bins, she said, and his eyes undressed her every time they met, however to be sociable she stopped to speak to him in passing and as she introduced Sam as a cousin, Sam had switched on the egg using the control hidden in his pocket, slowly advancing the speed as they spoke, at half speed her voice had become unstable and our `Friendly` bin man, to his obvious joy, had had to steady her with a grubby but perhaps over-helpful hand as her body came close to collapse.
Sam had then explained that Ann had not been too well lately, some sort of virus and between them they helped her into the car the bin man getting in a few crafty gropes as he did so. Sam then fetching her home, our dirty old bin-mans good wishes ringing in her ears as they drove away. Sam and I laughing fit to bust as she explained all this, her face a flushed pink. “For that you deserve a surprise I think Sam” I said rising to my feet and opening the cupboard that led to the dungeon. His face reflected the surprise of finding a room hidden away like this and I sat watching as he went around the room looking at the toys we had, such as they as yet were.
Ann had popped off to change, so I explained where the items were to go and that so far, I had as yet not finished fitting out the room, only the cross and the block and tackle above the floor rings being as yet in place and the small items heaped not as yet hung as we would have liked. He seemed especially interested in the goat milker we had rescued from the old Dairy. Ann joined us just then and remarked she had used it on me, but it did not work as well using a single cup the suction being too fierce. Sam gave the wheel a trial turn, and placed his hand over the cup to try the suction. His eyes asking if we could try the thing, but Ann suggested we stick to the schedule as her teats were not up to it today and she was in great need of relieving herself the lemonade having filled her bladder as expected. Out we went to the veranda, checking the coast was clear and stripping as we went, glad the rain had stopped. Naked as the day we were built we trooped into the cold damp garden, Sam noting the anthill as we went remarking on the bum shaped indentations in the sand, smiling we told him to read the story when he got home.
On the lawn Ann pushed Sam gently to the ground, he sat in the damp grass his legs in front of him, his face buried in Ann`s crutch, as she quietly said he was going to regret this morning`s little episode later, but here was his first instalment. Her water began to fill his open mouth, running down his chest in rivulets steaming in the cold atmosphere; Sam seemed most excited by the feelings of the hot wash afforded to his chest, lap and penis shrunken as it was in the cool air, pulling my wife down onto the wet grass he rolled her onto her back knelt over her and loosed his stream onto her chest, I meantime knelt between her legs and aimed my stream at her waiting sex the stream washing her clit as she held her lips open for the jet to find its target. Again, she had a shuddering orgasm; lying in the wet grass she took a moment or two to regain her senses before us all running indoors as the rain again began.
Together we washed one another while standing in the bathtub, huge fluffy towels soon dried our bodies and we retired to the now warm dungeon
Ann, dressed us all in a set of wristlets apiece and we knew she had had one of her brainwaves yet again, Sam and I soon found ourselves back to back hanging from the block and tackle our tip toes still on the floor but our arms way above our heads in a position that meant we could do little to ward off any blow that Ann wanted to impart on either of us. Unfortunately, that was not what she had in mind, though a good whipping may have been preferable to her next trick. The light was switched off and she left us for a moment or two to reflect on our undignified position while she made up the fire in the living room, filled the slow cooker and collected her morning`s purchases.
She returned with a black and a red candle burning in our brass candle-sticks, one in each hand, dangling from her little finger`s were the rat traps... a shudder ran through both of us.
She placed the guttering candles down on the floor, the only light they cast, lurid shadows, lighting us with a warm glow.
She was at pains to remind us that we would have been only too happy to use the strongly sprung traps on the tenderest parts of her body; Sam reluctantly admitted that was indeed true; he had envisaged them on her lovely breasts.
Before we knew it, she had gently it must be said, lowered the bar on the giant mousetrap across his foreskin, she then came to me and fondled my flaccid prick slowly fitting me with the painful spring while explaining I had laughed at her discomfort with the bin man. She stood back to enjoy her work then picked up the red candle, held my now painful prick in the palm of her hand and tipped the candle so that the wax, hot, screaming hot, wax dripped onto my already painful bell end, pain ran through my loins for an instant, the wax cooling as quickly as it arrived. A squeak of pain I did not recognise came from my voice box somewhere deep inside my chest Again another splash another sound as my body involuntarily jumped back, Sam back to back with me could not see what was happening, his imagination must have been working overtime.
My penis now began to swell to its rigid best, the trap gripping the fore skin tightly causing yet more pain. She released my poor tool dropping it between my legs the trap bouncing horribly as it hit my thigh. I hung there moaning as she carried out the same procedure to Sam who jumped around trying to avoid the vicious heat of the hot wax.
The break was much too short, my tormenter was back, a lot of splashes of the black candle soon joined the red, and my groin was now a warm mass of pain, suddenly I began to cum my foreskin swelling to bursting point, the trap giving the feeling that the tip of my foreskin was about to come completely off as it held my seed tightly.
She moved to Sam leaving me to simmer in my discomfort. Sam began to scream as the black wax ran onto his balls, his body jerking and twitching as he absorbed the pain. She appeared at my side the candle`s set back on the floor. Lifting, both my prick and the trap with her cool gentle hands. She then prised open the spring. Blood rushed into the foreskin causing still more excruciating pain. Sam knew what was to come, making his agony more than mine, his mind building the expected pain to new heights.
One of the little bamboo canes appeared as if by magic in her hand. With stinging little swipes, she removed the now cool wax, first from me then Sam, our dicks felt like raw meat by now and with a gentle smile she applied soothing cream, it may have been KY jelly, but it had a cooling effect on our poor members. We should have known better each cock now found itself encased in the cups of the goat milker as she spun that wheel with a vengeance. Alternately Sam and I found our poor tools sucked and caressed by the mechanical b**st. It didn’t take long for either of us to come, huge splashing extreme climaxes that then had us begging for her to stop her frantic turning of that hand wheel. She was laughing as she released us, lowering us back to full weight on our rubber legs and leaving us to sort ourselves, in a matter of fact way suggesting our tea meal would be ready in twenty minutes she, skipping away towards the kitchen.
We sat sexually exhausted in the warm glow of a good meal and a log fire and discussed the weekend none of us having the desire for more major excitement; Sam said it was “Awesome,” whatever that meant.
Anne said she had loved the written menu, and she thought that was a good idea, we all agreed, though Sam said he was sorry that she had not thought of high necked jumpers for work! We had to smile at that,
He asked about the humiliation aspect of `the egg` to which Ann Replied that she did not want to do anything like that again in a place she could be recognised, (I noticed she didn`t say anywhere though). She had thoroughly enjoyed the helplessness and the vibrations at the table and had revelled in the way we had used her breasts till we were sated regardless of her needs.
We could have done a lot more had Monday`s work not been a factor. We both made a mental note of that, it would not happen again. She asked how we had enjoyed the afternoon, saying that she felt it was only fair considering how we used her body, and though we agreed we pointed out that she could have got carried away so easily to which she smiled. We wrote down our e mail addresses and showed Sam how to enter the wonderful realm of Hamster. He asked if he could return soon to visit, which we said he was welcome so to do but to give us time to recover and to talk on the mail frequently. We each decided to trot off to bed as we were fairly tired, Sam asking like a gentleman and with my permission whisking my Ann away for a night of gentle caresses and quiet loving sex.
Ann now with a spring in her step returned Sam to the station as she went to work on the Monday morning, a tired young man who would get back in good time to start his evening shift. Strangely he asked to take the milker`s pump with him which we reluctantly agreed to, though he wasn’t specific he said he could improve on the design
Life for Ann and I fell back to the mundane for a week or two, Christmas came, and her widowed mother came too, her first visit since we had moved. The old bat poked her nose into every crevice as nosy old women do, however to our relief she believed that the “garage” was an extension of my workshop out back, and as that was locked she left it be.
I had a horrible premonition that if she liked the place she would ask to live with us, and that was the worst scenario that I could possibly imagine, so I stressed subtlety, the remoteness and as I knew she hated dogs that we hoped to build kennels. She chatted from dawn to dusk about the most, inane family trivia, for a whole week and it was a relief when the place fell silent as she went back to her Essex home after the festivities, saying, to my relief (and I suspect Ann`s) that she thought the remoteness to be a bore… cheeky old cow and from bloody Essex the dead centre of the UK!
Sam meanwhile had taken to Hamster like a dog to a bone; we had had numerous mails, one saying how much he had enjoyed his visit. Another to say he now understood riding the horse, and a third that he wanted to hear all about Ann`s side of the anthill, he said he had no holiday to come until March, but could he visit then as it was his birthday in the first few days of April, and he wanted to have some time with us, his two, favourite people, that fitted in well as it was Ann`s birthday towards the end of March. We happily agreed but told him that we wanted a menu of dreams for his birthday. It went quiet for a day or two and then he came back with “OK will do” but he wanted one from us for her birthday treat so he could have something to look forward too.
Ann said she would reply by letter and sat at the table in the bay window, where she had presented her body to us here that evening that seemed now, so long ago. Firstly, she explained the ant scenario, and this is what she wrote:
Dear Sam,
Hope this finds you well, were ok here and Peter has just had the OK for four Kennel`s so he is on top of the world at the moment.
You asked about the insects, well when I first read the story I was intrigued by the whole idea, though I was not sure that I could stand the little things running onto my body, the idea of being outside naked and secure was exciting though and you will see from the story that later worms were used and that still has possibilities.
We came to visit the homestead that day with no ideas really. Peter suggested that as we had no real intention of buying at that time it would be a shame to waste an opportunity and I knew it was something that the mental image had turned him on a lot.
So, for his sake I reluctantly agreed. I was soon naked and loosely secured to the post.
So far so good I thought and just being secure in the open and totally naked was standing my nipples to attention and my pussy to wet itself big time, however it took a deal of willpower to lower my most tender parts onto that sand-hill.
I finally grasped the nettle as they say, sliding my feet out in front of me and sitting full down on the nest, they were not best pleased and began to crawl into my creases and onto my body in a most aggressive manner. (How Eve in the story coped with tubes and the little b**sts inside her body lord alone knows) Some stung me, a little irritating sting that alone would be a nuisance, collectively they were a menace making my body a single throbbing red mass of pain, they ran all over my breasts, especially the nipples and that feeling was out of this world, but I drew the line at my face and my hair having to use the safe word, Peter releasing me and removing as many as he could as quickly as he could. My skin was so tender then that a very few strokes of a very gentle whip sent me into another world in no time flat.
Overall the ants were not for me really, I enjoyed some aspects though, NOT on my head! But the after effect was beyond words, my skin being so sensitive it made the climax so intense...
For my birthday dream menu; I wish to be made a total slave from after breakfast till bedtime, I suspect the two of you will wish to get your own back for the waxing I gave you, that I expected but my greatest wish is regardless of tears or my plea’s- to be made to ride the horse for as long as I can bear plus a while, and then to be spit roast regardless of my discomfort as I know Peter has always wanted that.
Finally, I want to try breast needles though I don’t know if I shall be able to bear that, but then we will leave that till I make the decision at the end of the day.
You will be arriving I understand on the afternoon train on the 28th, I will pick you up as last time, I will have 5 days to recuperate till your birthday on the Wednesday and another day or two before you return on the following Monday as I too now have holiday`s booked to coincide.
I will see if I can stock up by then so we none of us need to go anywhere! Lol we are looking forward to your dream menu and to your visit...
Ann.
She let me read it and copy the menu before she sealed the envelope. I must admit I was well aroused by the menu and the revelations of the anthill.
We had a mild January and progress on the kennels became possible, the concrete being soon down as a base for the first two, though alone it had been bloody hard work. The trust that were supplying the kennels, ordered the panels which arrived just as the weather broke, so they stood forlornly up against my workshop under a tarpaulin. Ann had the flu, so our sex life took a bit of a dive for a day or two.
We had decided to save ourselves anyway for the “birthday season” restricting ourselves to “vanilla sex” and having mixed and laid concrete all day tended to exhaust a chap at best.
Meantime on wet days I did a lot of work on the dungeon, the rack for whips chains and the like had been erected, a fine new home-made pillory was bolted in place and the vertical chains had now been positioned about 8 feet apart with the block and tackle a 4 to 1 lift with a ratchet now hung in the centre replacing the old two fall lift. A long solid wooden cupboard with a marble top now resided across the end were the cross had been and that had been moved to the far end wall, cords sprouting from the legs of this new slab for securing purposes and a Mirror on the ceiling reflected the top of the slab so whoever was secured on it could not fail to see them-selves. It stood in a fibre glass tray which drained by a pipe through the back wall to the kitchen drain, the cupboard below the slab held the goat pump or at least it`s base now as Sam still had the pump itself. Our ever-growing collection of straps and bindings, weights and clamps all very becoming conveniently placed on walls etc the place had taken on a really dungeon like feel once more.
Finally, there was a clock no ordinary clocks, but a large faced clear handed clock, with a loud tick, modified by me to have moveable markers on a ring around the face, secured on the wall above the door where it could be seen by anyone in the room from any position.
We received the expected mail from Sam, and it made interesting reading; he started by thanking Ann for her letter which he said he had “reread” so many times he was worried the ink would wear off or his wrist would wear out...he went on to say that things were on track for the “birthday bash” and that he wanted to take us both out for a slap-up meal to celebrate while he was here, he said he had modified the pump and he would bring it with him , he hoped it would meet with our approval.
Who were we to argue, His menu read not quite so precisely as Ann`s; he said first that from Ann`s day till his he wanted to be celibate! This he said, this was so he would “have plenty to tribute and that his day was to be as long as Anne`s (and he hoped mine whenever we celebrated my birthday,) Ann to be the one to do whatever and that I was to be secured the whole day to watch but unable to interfere if she lost control. He wanted to be secured, as he had enjoyed the feeling when he had been waxed and wanted her to use the whip of her choice and not to spare him as he wanted her to take her revenge for whatever he had done to her as he said he had a terrible feeling of guilt each time he left us.
Ann spent the next evening picking and mail ordering a restraint device for the lad`s not inconsiderable equipment to ensure his celibacy. I had hoped for the kennels to be up and running by the middle of March, but it was not to be as the weather kept me from the job.
Saturday dawned a grey morning, bright but grey the clouds promised rain, the lady of my life, Ann, stirred then struggled from her bed, “come on sleepy-head” she shouted as her delightful naked backside vanished through the bedroom doorway.
I heard her calling Sam as she went towards the bathroom.
Breakfast was a light affair of toast taken at the table the three of us naked, both Sam and I finding our eyes magnetically drawn to Ann`s breasts and the showing of thin red lines we had inflicted on them last night.
Ann commented that we had “made a good job of them didn`t you!” and that “The vibrator had been fantastic” and that she wanted to “do that again” she said that her nipples had stung but she had been so tired that she had soon gone off to sleep, and today they didn’t hurt hardly at all, however she thought they may be a little tender if they were handled any more. Sam and I exchanged glance`s, she was fantastic, absorbing pain as most of us absorbed sunlight!
“We need to go shopping” Ann said, “we need something for breakfast tomorrow, and Sunday lunch, and you never know when we will have a power cut also I suspect you would like me to fetch a candle or two, at least you seemed keen last evening”.
Her eyes twinkled as Sam suggested he “went with her” and that perhaps “he could help her dress”
We all adjourned to the bedroom Ann sitting on the bed while Sam selected some clothes for her, a lacy white bra, yellow long sleeve blouse a near see-through one in silk, a long loose skirt and finally the roll-on support she had worn the night before which he helped her put on, first slipping the Egg into place as he did so, he then placed her wristlets on her wrists before putting on the blouse carefully hiding the wristlets in the cuffs. A pair of court shoes and the skirt completed the job and they were soon off to Rye to shop, me reminding them to bring plenty of pop back with them and passing Sam the egg controller.
I did the dishes, then put the heat on in the dungeon and lit the sitting room fire before retiring to the little shed out in the garden to complete a piece of woodwork I was making especially for Ann`s birthday.
An hour and a half after, they returned, Ann looking a little flushed, it had just begun to spit with rain. We had a snack in our kitchen while I put away the shopping, with each of us drinking a couple of large glasses of lemonade (with a mind to the scenarios we had agreed on the night before) over the snack a red-faced Ann told me what had happened.
First Sam `gave her a slow speed burst` when she was shopping at the butchers, and again in the hardware shop where they bought candles and Sam on a whim bought a couple of rat traps, by the time they had been to the bakers she had been finding it hard to keep walking and having had to beg Sam to stop for a while to hide her embarrassment. However, it was in the main street that things got really weird, when they had met someone Ann and I knew. One of the few “tradesmen” that visited the homestead regularly was the local dustcart and he was one of our dirty old bin-men, an American gent who had made his home here in the UK. Ann had never been keen on him since she had lived at the Homestead, he had a way of leering at her whenever he collected the bins, she said, and his eyes undressed her every time they met, however to be sociable she stopped to speak to him in passing and as she introduced Sam as a cousin, Sam had switched on the egg using the control hidden in his pocket, slowly advancing the speed as they spoke, at half speed her voice had become unstable and our `Friendly` bin man, to his obvious joy, had had to steady her with a grubby but perhaps over-helpful hand as her body came close to collapse.
Sam had then explained that Ann had not been too well lately, some sort of virus and between them they helped her into the car the bin man getting in a few crafty gropes as he did so. Sam then fetching her home, our dirty old bin-mans good wishes ringing in her ears as they drove away. Sam and I laughing fit to bust as she explained all this, her face a flushed pink. “For that you deserve a surprise I think Sam” I said rising to my feet and opening the cupboard that led to the dungeon. His face reflected the surprise of finding a room hidden away like this and I sat watching as he went around the room looking at the toys we had, such as they as yet were.
Ann had popped off to change, so I explained where the items were to go and that so far, I had as yet not finished fitting out the room, only the cross and the block and tackle above the floor rings being as yet in place and the small items heaped not as yet hung as we would have liked. He seemed especially interested in the goat milker we had rescued from the old Dairy. Ann joined us just then and remarked she had used it on me, but it did not work as well using a single cup the suction being too fierce. Sam gave the wheel a trial turn, and placed his hand over the cup to try the suction. His eyes asking if we could try the thing, but Ann suggested we stick to the schedule as her teats were not up to it today and she was in great need of relieving herself the lemonade having filled her bladder as expected. Out we went to the veranda, checking the coast was clear and stripping as we went, glad the rain had stopped. Naked as the day we were built we trooped into the cold damp garden, Sam noting the anthill as we went remarking on the bum shaped indentations in the sand, smiling we told him to read the story when he got home.
On the lawn Ann pushed Sam gently to the ground, he sat in the damp grass his legs in front of him, his face buried in Ann`s crutch, as she quietly said he was going to regret this morning`s little episode later, but here was his first instalment. Her water began to fill his open mouth, running down his chest in rivulets steaming in the cold atmosphere; Sam seemed most excited by the feelings of the hot wash afforded to his chest, lap and penis shrunken as it was in the cool air, pulling my wife down onto the wet grass he rolled her onto her back knelt over her and loosed his stream onto her chest, I meantime knelt between her legs and aimed my stream at her waiting sex the stream washing her clit as she held her lips open for the jet to find its target. Again, she had a shuddering orgasm; lying in the wet grass she took a moment or two to regain her senses before us all running indoors as the rain again began.
Together we washed one another while standing in the bathtub, huge fluffy towels soon dried our bodies and we retired to the now warm dungeon
Ann, dressed us all in a set of wristlets apiece and we knew she had had one of her brainwaves yet again, Sam and I soon found ourselves back to back hanging from the block and tackle our tip toes still on the floor but our arms way above our heads in a position that meant we could do little to ward off any blow that Ann wanted to impart on either of us. Unfortunately, that was not what she had in mind, though a good whipping may have been preferable to her next trick. The light was switched off and she left us for a moment or two to reflect on our undignified position while she made up the fire in the living room, filled the slow cooker and collected her morning`s purchases.
She returned with a black and a red candle burning in our brass candle-sticks, one in each hand, dangling from her little finger`s were the rat traps... a shudder ran through both of us.
She placed the guttering candles down on the floor, the only light they cast, lurid shadows, lighting us with a warm glow.
She was at pains to remind us that we would have been only too happy to use the strongly sprung traps on the tenderest parts of her body; Sam reluctantly admitted that was indeed true; he had envisaged them on her lovely breasts.
Before we knew it, she had gently it must be said, lowered the bar on the giant mousetrap across his foreskin, she then came to me and fondled my flaccid prick slowly fitting me with the painful spring while explaining I had laughed at her discomfort with the bin man. She stood back to enjoy her work then picked up the red candle, held my now painful prick in the palm of her hand and tipped the candle so that the wax, hot, screaming hot, wax dripped onto my already painful bell end, pain ran through my loins for an instant, the wax cooling as quickly as it arrived. A squeak of pain I did not recognise came from my voice box somewhere deep inside my chest Again another splash another sound as my body involuntarily jumped back, Sam back to back with me could not see what was happening, his imagination must have been working overtime.
My penis now began to swell to its rigid best, the trap gripping the fore skin tightly causing yet more pain. She released my poor tool dropping it between my legs the trap bouncing horribly as it hit my thigh. I hung there moaning as she carried out the same procedure to Sam who jumped around trying to avoid the vicious heat of the hot wax.
The break was much too short, my tormenter was back, a lot of splashes of the black candle soon joined the red, and my groin was now a warm mass of pain, suddenly I began to cum my foreskin swelling to bursting point, the trap giving the feeling that the tip of my foreskin was about to come completely off as it held my seed tightly.
She moved to Sam leaving me to simmer in my discomfort. Sam began to scream as the black wax ran onto his balls, his body jerking and twitching as he absorbed the pain. She appeared at my side the candle`s set back on the floor. Lifting, both my prick and the trap with her cool gentle hands. She then prised open the spring. Blood rushed into the foreskin causing still more excruciating pain. Sam knew what was to come, making his agony more than mine, his mind building the expected pain to new heights.
One of the little bamboo canes appeared as if by magic in her hand. With stinging little swipes, she removed the now cool wax, first from me then Sam, our dicks felt like raw meat by now and with a gentle smile she applied soothing cream, it may have been KY jelly, but it had a cooling effect on our poor members. We should have known better each cock now found itself encased in the cups of the goat milker as she spun that wheel with a vengeance. Alternately Sam and I found our poor tools sucked and caressed by the mechanical b**st. It didn’t take long for either of us to come, huge splashing extreme climaxes that then had us begging for her to stop her frantic turning of that hand wheel. She was laughing as she released us, lowering us back to full weight on our rubber legs and leaving us to sort ourselves, in a matter of fact way suggesting our tea meal would be ready in twenty minutes she, skipping away towards the kitchen.
We sat sexually exhausted in the warm glow of a good meal and a log fire and discussed the weekend none of us having the desire for more major excitement; Sam said it was “Awesome,” whatever that meant.
Anne said she had loved the written menu, and she thought that was a good idea, we all agreed, though Sam said he was sorry that she had not thought of high necked jumpers for work! We had to smile at that,
He asked about the humiliation aspect of `the egg` to which Ann Replied that she did not want to do anything like that again in a place she could be recognised, (I noticed she didn`t say anywhere though). She had thoroughly enjoyed the helplessness and the vibrations at the table and had revelled in the way we had used her breasts till we were sated regardless of her needs.
We could have done a lot more had Monday`s work not been a factor. We both made a mental note of that, it would not happen again. She asked how we had enjoyed the afternoon, saying that she felt it was only fair considering how we used her body, and though we agreed we pointed out that she could have got carried away so easily to which she smiled. We wrote down our e mail addresses and showed Sam how to enter the wonderful realm of Hamster. He asked if he could return soon to visit, which we said he was welcome so to do but to give us time to recover and to talk on the mail frequently. We each decided to trot off to bed as we were fairly tired, Sam asking like a gentleman and with my permission whisking my Ann away for a night of gentle caresses and quiet loving sex.
Ann now with a spring in her step returned Sam to the station as she went to work on the Monday morning, a tired young man who would get back in good time to start his evening shift. Strangely he asked to take the milker`s pump with him which we reluctantly agreed to, though he wasn’t specific he said he could improve on the design
Life for Ann and I fell back to the mundane for a week or two, Christmas came, and her widowed mother came too, her first visit since we had moved. The old bat poked her nose into every crevice as nosy old women do, however to our relief she believed that the “garage” was an extension of my workshop out back, and as that was locked she left it be.
I had a horrible premonition that if she liked the place she would ask to live with us, and that was the worst scenario that I could possibly imagine, so I stressed subtlety, the remoteness and as I knew she hated dogs that we hoped to build kennels. She chatted from dawn to dusk about the most, inane family trivia, for a whole week and it was a relief when the place fell silent as she went back to her Essex home after the festivities, saying, to my relief (and I suspect Ann`s) that she thought the remoteness to be a bore… cheeky old cow and from bloody Essex the dead centre of the UK!
Sam meanwhile had taken to Hamster like a dog to a bone; we had had numerous mails, one saying how much he had enjoyed his visit. Another to say he now understood riding the horse, and a third that he wanted to hear all about Ann`s side of the anthill, he said he had no holiday to come until March, but could he visit then as it was his birthday in the first few days of April, and he wanted to have some time with us, his two, favourite people, that fitted in well as it was Ann`s birthday towards the end of March. We happily agreed but told him that we wanted a menu of dreams for his birthday. It went quiet for a day or two and then he came back with “OK will do” but he wanted one from us for her birthday treat so he could have something to look forward too.
Ann said she would reply by letter and sat at the table in the bay window, where she had presented her body to us here that evening that seemed now, so long ago. Firstly, she explained the ant scenario, and this is what she wrote:
Dear Sam,
Hope this finds you well, were ok here and Peter has just had the OK for four Kennel`s so he is on top of the world at the moment.
You asked about the insects, well when I first read the story I was intrigued by the whole idea, though I was not sure that I could stand the little things running onto my body, the idea of being outside naked and secure was exciting though and you will see from the story that later worms were used and that still has possibilities.
We came to visit the homestead that day with no ideas really. Peter suggested that as we had no real intention of buying at that time it would be a shame to waste an opportunity and I knew it was something that the mental image had turned him on a lot.
So, for his sake I reluctantly agreed. I was soon naked and loosely secured to the post.
So far so good I thought and just being secure in the open and totally naked was standing my nipples to attention and my pussy to wet itself big time, however it took a deal of willpower to lower my most tender parts onto that sand-hill.
I finally grasped the nettle as they say, sliding my feet out in front of me and sitting full down on the nest, they were not best pleased and began to crawl into my creases and onto my body in a most aggressive manner. (How Eve in the story coped with tubes and the little b**sts inside her body lord alone knows) Some stung me, a little irritating sting that alone would be a nuisance, collectively they were a menace making my body a single throbbing red mass of pain, they ran all over my breasts, especially the nipples and that feeling was out of this world, but I drew the line at my face and my hair having to use the safe word, Peter releasing me and removing as many as he could as quickly as he could. My skin was so tender then that a very few strokes of a very gentle whip sent me into another world in no time flat.
Overall the ants were not for me really, I enjoyed some aspects though, NOT on my head! But the after effect was beyond words, my skin being so sensitive it made the climax so intense...
For my birthday dream menu; I wish to be made a total slave from after breakfast till bedtime, I suspect the two of you will wish to get your own back for the waxing I gave you, that I expected but my greatest wish is regardless of tears or my plea’s- to be made to ride the horse for as long as I can bear plus a while, and then to be spit roast regardless of my discomfort as I know Peter has always wanted that.
Finally, I want to try breast needles though I don’t know if I shall be able to bear that, but then we will leave that till I make the decision at the end of the day.
You will be arriving I understand on the afternoon train on the 28th, I will pick you up as last time, I will have 5 days to recuperate till your birthday on the Wednesday and another day or two before you return on the following Monday as I too now have holiday`s booked to coincide.
I will see if I can stock up by then so we none of us need to go anywhere! Lol we are looking forward to your dream menu and to your visit...
Ann.
She let me read it and copy the menu before she sealed the envelope. I must admit I was well aroused by the menu and the revelations of the anthill.
We had a mild January and progress on the kennels became possible, the concrete being soon down as a base for the first two, though alone it had been bloody hard work. The trust that were supplying the kennels, ordered the panels which arrived just as the weather broke, so they stood forlornly up against my workshop under a tarpaulin. Ann had the flu, so our sex life took a bit of a dive for a day or two.
We had decided to save ourselves anyway for the “birthday season” restricting ourselves to “vanilla sex” and having mixed and laid concrete all day tended to exhaust a chap at best.
Meantime on wet days I did a lot of work on the dungeon, the rack for whips chains and the like had been erected, a fine new home-made pillory was bolted in place and the vertical chains had now been positioned about 8 feet apart with the block and tackle a 4 to 1 lift with a ratchet now hung in the centre replacing the old two fall lift. A long solid wooden cupboard with a marble top now resided across the end were the cross had been and that had been moved to the far end wall, cords sprouting from the legs of this new slab for securing purposes and a Mirror on the ceiling reflected the top of the slab so whoever was secured on it could not fail to see them-selves. It stood in a fibre glass tray which drained by a pipe through the back wall to the kitchen drain, the cupboard below the slab held the goat pump or at least it`s base now as Sam still had the pump itself. Our ever-growing collection of straps and bindings, weights and clamps all very becoming conveniently placed on walls etc the place had taken on a really dungeon like feel once more.
Finally, there was a clock no ordinary clocks, but a large faced clear handed clock, with a loud tick, modified by me to have moveable markers on a ring around the face, secured on the wall above the door where it could be seen by anyone in the room from any position.
We received the expected mail from Sam, and it made interesting reading; he started by thanking Ann for her letter which he said he had “reread” so many times he was worried the ink would wear off or his wrist would wear out...he went on to say that things were on track for the “birthday bash” and that he wanted to take us both out for a slap-up meal to celebrate while he was here, he said he had modified the pump and he would bring it with him , he hoped it would meet with our approval.
Who were we to argue, His menu read not quite so precisely as Ann`s; he said first that from Ann`s day till his he wanted to be celibate! This he said, this was so he would “have plenty to tribute and that his day was to be as long as Anne`s (and he hoped mine whenever we celebrated my birthday,) Ann to be the one to do whatever and that I was to be secured the whole day to watch but unable to interfere if she lost control. He wanted to be secured, as he had enjoyed the feeling when he had been waxed and wanted her to use the whip of her choice and not to spare him as he wanted her to take her revenge for whatever he had done to her as he said he had a terrible feeling of guilt each time he left us.
Ann spent the next evening picking and mail ordering a restraint device for the lad`s not inconsiderable equipment to ensure his celibacy. I had hoped for the kennels to be up and running by the middle of March, but it was not to be as the weather kept me from the job.
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