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This is a story of pure fantasy, any resemblance to any place or any person,living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Let me start at the beginning. My name's Francesca, and I'm an anal slut. I love the feeling of something slipping and sliding and slamming in and out of my ass, the bigger the better.
I had the most intense punishment last night; it was so amazing I had to put pen to paper while I let my rectum recover, it needs it!
First, for those who'll read at some future time, let me explain (just a little). I've been happily married for two years; and I love my man. His name's Gus. He's a hard-working guy who's been seriously overstressed, and it became harder for him to get it up. We spiced things up a little, dirty movies, playing around, etc., but it didn't seem to help. So, being the imaginative girl that I am, I came up with a plan that coupled my darkest desires with my outer skank that REALLY got Gus 'up' once he got into it. (Helps him relieve his stress without HURTING me, too!)
Now, before details, let me give you a picture of me. I'm a tiny little thing, only 5'5" in spiked heels. I'm REAL blond (my cuffs match, if you know what I mean!) with perky tits almost too big for my little frame. I got into anal EARLY, because my mum always emphasized "don't give up your virginity until you're married; but when you're just too horny, come up with an alternate." There's only one alternate to a nice big rod in my pussy, and you know what that is!
To get him going, Gus needs to get a little worked up. So, I let him catch me doing it with someone. My pussy is all his; but my ass is open territory (pun intended)! Then, he gets to punish me. He does that by making me sit in what he calls the 'rocking' chair because when I sit in it (or should that be ON it!?), he gets his rocks right off when he lets me up.
To know how intense the experience is, you've gotta know what the chair's like. While it's an ordinary armchair to all appearances, THIS chair has a ingenious and near evil restraining system. Gus puts leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and a leather belt with seat belt clips around my waist. He blindfolds me with a leather and fuzz blindfold, puts a ball gag on my mouth, and puts industrial soundproof earmuffs on my ears so that all I can do is feel what's happening to me. Then, he clips my ankles into restraining rings on the chair legs, and my wrists to clips on the top of the chair arms. It's hard to stand up for long like that. THEN, here's the good part. On the underside of the chair, there are old style seat belt mechanisms, where the belt inside is on a roller that takes up slack. You pull enough of the belt out and clip it in, and there's no slack. So, there's four clips: one in front, one in back and one on each side. Each one clips to my waist belt, and when they're fastened, they slowly pull me down into the chair, and onto whatever kind of dildo Gus wants to put there(usually a medium to slightly larger butt plug). Restrained like that, all I can do is...You get the picture. Don't want to spoil it!
So, Gus had a ROUGH day at work yesterday. Usual bullshit about incompetent co-workers, idiot bosses, all the stuff you'd expect. So, since it'd been a while since he'd needed relief, I thought it was time to play our game. I'd get my rear end stuffed a couple of times, and he'd be able to bang me and get off. Boy, did I get more than I bargained for this time!
So, I went to find myself some throbbing hard dickmeat at a downtown watering hole I frequent that's got lots of buff meat and is far enough from home that I won't encounter a friend from our 'normal' hangout, where friends won't see me trolling. I found a nice enough guy, but who cares what he's like so long as he looks nice? I'll only see him once anyway. I just call him 'Dick'. I give him a sad story about a 'lousy' marriage, and I need some hard meat. So, I take 'Dick' home, peel his jeans off his hard body. The clock's ticking, Gus'll be home shortly. I tell him 'my husband'll be home soon (but not as soon as he's going to be!), so let's get to it.I tease 'Dick' with a little show as I grab my Astro-Glide and apply a little to my tiny rosebud. I crookws a finger, and he climbed on and slipped his perfect sized rod up my bottom (by perfect, I mean just the right size for packing a girl's fudge. Not TOO big, but not too small. He's banging away. I timed it so it would be with 15 minutes of Gus's arrival, so he'd catch us, but that I'd get enough satisfaction to hold me over until....
Gus came walking in. CAUGHT!(again). I see a small smile on his face just before he lets his mad out. Here we go. "You bitch! Again! Every time I turn around you're fucking someone else! Caught you with this one up your ass, no less!" He rants on. 'Dick' is of course scared shitless. He dismounts and runs, dodging as far away from Gus as he can to get out the door, hoping Gus will focus on me and let him get away. The front door slams, he's gone, not knowing it was supposed to be that way. Gus yells some more "I work hard all day...yada yada yada. Get your mad out, Gus. He stops yelling and grins a more evil grin than I'd ever seen on him before. Little did I know. "So, you needed something up your ass, did you?" He's talking very coolly now, calm and collected. I can see the bulge in his pants getting bigger. He's ready. "Well, it's time to up the ante, baby. I've been waiting for this. Starting today, you're going to get some serious anal training." I need anal training? I know how to dirty a dick with the best of them. Shows what I knew. "???" "Oh, yeah. You're gonna learn to take it like you've never taken it before, honey." Okay, he's got me a little nervous. I've got a small idea what he means, but worry and anticipation are making my knees knock and my pussy WET. He grabs me and pushes me down on the bed HARD. He's never done that before! 'Hey, you're hurting me!' "Calm down. You know I'm not going to HURT you." He's holding me down, and he's still clothed. He opens the nightstand drawer and gets out the leather cuffs. In a few moments, he's got the cuffs on my wrists, but he's hooked them together this time! Already I can tell he's got a new game plan. I've lost control of the game, and I'm not altogether sure I like it. Still, I started this, it's too late to stop now. I'm bound and under his control. Acting like I want to get loose, I let him cuff my ankles. I'm thinking he's going to pick me up and take me to the chair, which sits in a corner of the bedroom (with nothing on the seat) when I'm not 'using' it. Instead, he links the ankle cuffs together, too. What's he going to do now?
Next, he puts my blindfold on me and gags me. Just before he puts my earmuffs over my ears,I hear him say "tonight, you get a lesson in the art of extreme anal sex. Your rear end is gonna get stretched!" NOW, my earmuffs are on, and I can't see,hear, or talk. I'm prone and helpless on the bed, reduced to a quivering nerve ending waiting to be stroked, alone with my thoughts and one available sense of feeling. 'Wetness around my back door. It's my old friend, "Ass-tro Glide". That's nice. Ooh. Something loosely rubbery and tapered sliding into my crack. What's this pushing into my butt? Widening..Oomph! It's in! Feels like a buttplug wrapped in a balloon. Hey, the balloon's getting bigger! Bigger! It's an expanding butt plug! Ooooh! Feels like a big bubble in my butt! I can feel a couple of cords between my legs. Oooh! My bottom's starting to vibrate! I've never had one of these before!'
For what seemed like several minutes, Gus varied the strength of the vibes rippling through my anus, speeding up and slowing down. Just when I thought I was ready to come, it stopped. 'Awww, damn! Oooh, it's being pulled out! Hey! It's still inflated! Not like that! Oooh, my hole's stretching! Aaaahh, owww!' I felt a slight emptiness in my behind just before my sphincter slammed shut. But that was just the beginning. Gus was going to have no mercy on my poor poopchute. I had what seemed like seconds with my empty bottom before I felt Gus's hand applying a generous amount of Vaseline to my hole. Then, he drew his hand away and I felt something shaped like a toothpaste tube inserted into my bottom just past the tube's wide point. Glop. Cool and wet, slowly Gus squeezed an entire tube of KY into my rear. Schlup. Tube's out. I lay there waiting for a few moments, waiting, while unbeknownst to me Gus was liberally applying a more generous amount of Vaseline to another toy. Thoughts ran through my head. 'What's he waiting for? What's next?' The waiting was as exciting and torturous at the same time. Just when I thought I couldn't wait another moment, that's when I felt it. (That man knows how to time things to toy with my senses. Right to the edge and back again, every time. Takes forever to come, but what an explosion when I do!) 'Big. Rubbery, just like before. Biig....oooo...it's in the hole now... uh,oh...feels like...a big dick shaped balloon....pumping full of air...getting bigger..it stopped where it is! Why? Can't hold it like this, it'll slip out. Try to shit it out. (Glop)...more KY...more vaseline on my hole.... gotta tighten up...arrrggh...ooooh! It's going farther now! Deeper! Deeper! Oh! Deeper! DEEPER! Pumping..Bigger! Bigger! Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!Oh my...oh my...oh my ass!!It's too big! Can't hold it! Won't go out! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo........'
Gus managed to really fill my butt with one of those new-gen dildos that expand to fill your ass. They're quite an improvement over the 1st gen buttplugs. I remember now that I'd used the old ones a couple times before, but gave up after the second one when the outer material kept getting holes in the base after one or two uses, couldn't inflate them after. Both times, had them inflated a couple of pumps, felt a small rush of air down by my thigh, and the balloon shriveled. Hated that. The rubber on the new-gen plugs and dildos is a lot stronger. Must have been designed by somebody who actually liked using them, cause you can squeeze them with your ass channel all day and they won't deflate or pop. Boy, if one of those overinflated and popped while it was up your butt...
But, anyway, it seemed like forever that I laid there immobile, the biggest thing I'd felt yet lodged deep in my ass, nicely but firmly reminding me it was boss. I hated it. I LOVED it. If I only knew where Gus kept the toys he uses on me, I want it up my ass now while I'm writing this, but I don't know where it is. That's another form of anal 'torture' he uses on me, hiding the dildos so I can't use them when I really want them.
Finally, after an eternity of squeezing and grunting on that hard phallus shaped balloon, I felt a slight easing of the pressure of the balloon against the walls of my rectum. Aahhh. So good when it's in; but that first moment of looseness is nice. A little more room, a slight tug on the dildo's air hose, and SCHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPP! That phallus slid out of my behind like a nice soft shit. That was nice, but didn't take me any further along towards coming.
As I lay there for the next few seconds, it flitted across my mind that what I'd just experienced was Gus's definition of 'extreme anal' when I realized it was far from over. I didn't know if Gus was going to sit me in the chair or not; but the way this usually ends is with Gus letting me out of the chair after a time with the buttplug (usually) still up my butt, and lays me down on the bed and bangs my pussy raw, and only after do I get to "unplug" (hee hee)! Not to mention, it takes him time to come. Just as that realization hit me, Gus started lubing up my ass AGAIN. Pity my poor bottom, it was going to be unmercifully stuffed like never before (like that hadn't just happened!) Nothing more slamming in and out, I wasn't going to be 'riding the ramrod' tonight. Gus's plan, I was learning, was sit on it and hold it up there.
For what seemed like several minutes, Gus greased my ass up good. He alternated LOTS of vaseline with tubes of KY, there must have been at least three full family sized jars of vaseline smeared inside my anal entry, and I know he squeezed two tubes of KY in there. Grease, lube, grease, lube, grease. THEN, he slowly inserted when felt like a caulking tube into my behind until it was about halfway and began to squeeze. I could feel a soft glopping of what could only be a mixture of Vaseline and KY. I realized at that point I should have had a forewarning about what was coming, for a couple of days before, I'd noticed several jars of Vaseline and tubes of KY in a box under his workbench in the garage when I was snooping for his stash of my toys. I'd assumed (ass-umed, indeed, that assumption made an ass of me, literally!) that they were a stash for future use. They were, all right, for use all at once the next time!!! He did that with three caulk tubes. When he did the second, I began to wonder just what kind of stiffness I was going to encounter on that chair this time, on the third I got a little scared. This was a LOT of lube, inside AND out. I feared it was going to be BIG and DEEP. 'Oh, shit! I think I'm going to need a proctologist after this!' I'd already had something big and wide and deep, what next?
Finally, Gus was done with his 'lube job'. He unclipped my ankle cuffs from each other and rolled me to the side of the bed, swung me so my legs were hanging off the side, and put his hand on my arm, which I knew meant I should stand up. I did, and he walked me over to the chair. Now I was going to learn just what he'd spent time lubing while I was laying prone holding that huge inflatable dildo in my rump. He turned me around, and I felt the clips on my ankle cuffs attached to the locking rings on the chair legs. I wasn't going to be able to get away from the chair, if I tried to move my legs now I could only drag the chair along with me slowly. Clip, clip. Before I realized it, my wrist cuffs were also attached to the chair arms. There I was, barely able to stand up, and I wouldn't be able to do that for long. Fortunately, it went across my mind at this point that whatever Gus had placed on the seat to menace my turd tunnel might be wide, but it wouldn't be long and thus wouldn't go EXCESSIVELY deep. That allowed me to relax just a little, which let me back into a frame of mind that this would be enjoyable if I wanted it to be. At that point, my knees relaxed a little, and that's when Gus began clipping the seat belts on. I was in trouble now! Clip. Left side. Clip. Right side. I began to feel the pull that would eventually bring my bottom all the way down to the seat of the chair, not to mention how that pull, and gravity, would push what awaited me deep up my behind. Clip. Front clip in place, I could feel the strap of the seat belt rubbing against my pussy as it extended down to the roller under the seat. I became aware at this point of a need in my bowels to push. I wasn't cramping, for which I felt relieved. For a second there, I thought I was going to explosively shit all over the place! Unforunately, I could tell my ass channel wanted to evacuate, for the shit that had been packed in while I held the big expander up my ass was being brought to bear by the excessive lube. Well, what did I expect? Gus had basically given me a lubricant enema, after all. I was still a little scared of what awaited my bunghole, probably mere inches below me, barely standing as I was. Yet, now I really wanted whatever it was fully lodged in my ass before I had to shit all over it. If I did, I knew my sphincter would chafe from all the 'dirt' mixed with the lube. Clip. The buckle for the fourth belt, the one that mattered most, that would pull my backside down, was in place. I was about to find out what new toy Gus had gotten me.
Excuse me, diary, while I go shit (again)!
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Let me start at the beginning. My name's Francesca, and I'm an anal slut. I love the feeling of something slipping and sliding and slamming in and out of my ass, the bigger the better.
I had the most intense punishment last night; it was so amazing I had to put pen to paper while I let my rectum recover, it needs it!
First, for those who'll read at some future time, let me explain (just a little). I've been happily married for two years; and I love my man. His name's Gus. He's a hard-working guy who's been seriously overstressed, and it became harder for him to get it up. We spiced things up a little, dirty movies, playing around, etc., but it didn't seem to help. So, being the imaginative girl that I am, I came up with a plan that coupled my darkest desires with my outer skank that REALLY got Gus 'up' once he got into it. (Helps him relieve his stress without HURTING me, too!)
Now, before details, let me give you a picture of me. I'm a tiny little thing, only 5'5" in spiked heels. I'm REAL blond (my cuffs match, if you know what I mean!) with perky tits almost too big for my little frame. I got into anal EARLY, because my mum always emphasized "don't give up your virginity until you're married; but when you're just too horny, come up with an alternate." There's only one alternate to a nice big rod in my pussy, and you know what that is!
To get him going, Gus needs to get a little worked up. So, I let him catch me doing it with someone. My pussy is all his; but my ass is open territory (pun intended)! Then, he gets to punish me. He does that by making me sit in what he calls the 'rocking' chair because when I sit in it (or should that be ON it!?), he gets his rocks right off when he lets me up.
To know how intense the experience is, you've gotta know what the chair's like. While it's an ordinary armchair to all appearances, THIS chair has a ingenious and near evil restraining system. Gus puts leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and a leather belt with seat belt clips around my waist. He blindfolds me with a leather and fuzz blindfold, puts a ball gag on my mouth, and puts industrial soundproof earmuffs on my ears so that all I can do is feel what's happening to me. Then, he clips my ankles into restraining rings on the chair legs, and my wrists to clips on the top of the chair arms. It's hard to stand up for long like that. THEN, here's the good part. On the underside of the chair, there are old style seat belt mechanisms, where the belt inside is on a roller that takes up slack. You pull enough of the belt out and clip it in, and there's no slack. So, there's four clips: one in front, one in back and one on each side. Each one clips to my waist belt, and when they're fastened, they slowly pull me down into the chair, and onto whatever kind of dildo Gus wants to put there(usually a medium to slightly larger butt plug). Restrained like that, all I can do is...You get the picture. Don't want to spoil it!
So, Gus had a ROUGH day at work yesterday. Usual bullshit about incompetent co-workers, idiot bosses, all the stuff you'd expect. So, since it'd been a while since he'd needed relief, I thought it was time to play our game. I'd get my rear end stuffed a couple of times, and he'd be able to bang me and get off. Boy, did I get more than I bargained for this time!
So, I went to find myself some throbbing hard dickmeat at a downtown watering hole I frequent that's got lots of buff meat and is far enough from home that I won't encounter a friend from our 'normal' hangout, where friends won't see me trolling. I found a nice enough guy, but who cares what he's like so long as he looks nice? I'll only see him once anyway. I just call him 'Dick'. I give him a sad story about a 'lousy' marriage, and I need some hard meat. So, I take 'Dick' home, peel his jeans off his hard body. The clock's ticking, Gus'll be home shortly. I tell him 'my husband'll be home soon (but not as soon as he's going to be!), so let's get to it.I tease 'Dick' with a little show as I grab my Astro-Glide and apply a little to my tiny rosebud. I crookws a finger, and he climbed on and slipped his perfect sized rod up my bottom (by perfect, I mean just the right size for packing a girl's fudge. Not TOO big, but not too small. He's banging away. I timed it so it would be with 15 minutes of Gus's arrival, so he'd catch us, but that I'd get enough satisfaction to hold me over until....
Gus came walking in. CAUGHT!(again). I see a small smile on his face just before he lets his mad out. Here we go. "You bitch! Again! Every time I turn around you're fucking someone else! Caught you with this one up your ass, no less!" He rants on. 'Dick' is of course scared shitless. He dismounts and runs, dodging as far away from Gus as he can to get out the door, hoping Gus will focus on me and let him get away. The front door slams, he's gone, not knowing it was supposed to be that way. Gus yells some more "I work hard all day...yada yada yada. Get your mad out, Gus. He stops yelling and grins a more evil grin than I'd ever seen on him before. Little did I know. "So, you needed something up your ass, did you?" He's talking very coolly now, calm and collected. I can see the bulge in his pants getting bigger. He's ready. "Well, it's time to up the ante, baby. I've been waiting for this. Starting today, you're going to get some serious anal training." I need anal training? I know how to dirty a dick with the best of them. Shows what I knew. "???" "Oh, yeah. You're gonna learn to take it like you've never taken it before, honey." Okay, he's got me a little nervous. I've got a small idea what he means, but worry and anticipation are making my knees knock and my pussy WET. He grabs me and pushes me down on the bed HARD. He's never done that before! 'Hey, you're hurting me!' "Calm down. You know I'm not going to HURT you." He's holding me down, and he's still clothed. He opens the nightstand drawer and gets out the leather cuffs. In a few moments, he's got the cuffs on my wrists, but he's hooked them together this time! Already I can tell he's got a new game plan. I've lost control of the game, and I'm not altogether sure I like it. Still, I started this, it's too late to stop now. I'm bound and under his control. Acting like I want to get loose, I let him cuff my ankles. I'm thinking he's going to pick me up and take me to the chair, which sits in a corner of the bedroom (with nothing on the seat) when I'm not 'using' it. Instead, he links the ankle cuffs together, too. What's he going to do now?
Next, he puts my blindfold on me and gags me. Just before he puts my earmuffs over my ears,I hear him say "tonight, you get a lesson in the art of extreme anal sex. Your rear end is gonna get stretched!" NOW, my earmuffs are on, and I can't see,hear, or talk. I'm prone and helpless on the bed, reduced to a quivering nerve ending waiting to be stroked, alone with my thoughts and one available sense of feeling. 'Wetness around my back door. It's my old friend, "Ass-tro Glide". That's nice. Ooh. Something loosely rubbery and tapered sliding into my crack. What's this pushing into my butt? Widening..Oomph! It's in! Feels like a buttplug wrapped in a balloon. Hey, the balloon's getting bigger! Bigger! It's an expanding butt plug! Ooooh! Feels like a big bubble in my butt! I can feel a couple of cords between my legs. Oooh! My bottom's starting to vibrate! I've never had one of these before!'
For what seemed like several minutes, Gus varied the strength of the vibes rippling through my anus, speeding up and slowing down. Just when I thought I was ready to come, it stopped. 'Awww, damn! Oooh, it's being pulled out! Hey! It's still inflated! Not like that! Oooh, my hole's stretching! Aaaahh, owww!' I felt a slight emptiness in my behind just before my sphincter slammed shut. But that was just the beginning. Gus was going to have no mercy on my poor poopchute. I had what seemed like seconds with my empty bottom before I felt Gus's hand applying a generous amount of Vaseline to my hole. Then, he drew his hand away and I felt something shaped like a toothpaste tube inserted into my bottom just past the tube's wide point. Glop. Cool and wet, slowly Gus squeezed an entire tube of KY into my rear. Schlup. Tube's out. I lay there waiting for a few moments, waiting, while unbeknownst to me Gus was liberally applying a more generous amount of Vaseline to another toy. Thoughts ran through my head. 'What's he waiting for? What's next?' The waiting was as exciting and torturous at the same time. Just when I thought I couldn't wait another moment, that's when I felt it. (That man knows how to time things to toy with my senses. Right to the edge and back again, every time. Takes forever to come, but what an explosion when I do!) 'Big. Rubbery, just like before. Biig....oooo...it's in the hole now... uh,oh...feels like...a big dick shaped balloon....pumping full of air...getting bigger..it stopped where it is! Why? Can't hold it like this, it'll slip out. Try to shit it out. (Glop)...more KY...more vaseline on my hole.... gotta tighten up...arrrggh...ooooh! It's going farther now! Deeper! Deeper! Oh! Deeper! DEEPER! Pumping..Bigger! Bigger! Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!Oh my...oh my...oh my ass!!It's too big! Can't hold it! Won't go out! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo........'
Gus managed to really fill my butt with one of those new-gen dildos that expand to fill your ass. They're quite an improvement over the 1st gen buttplugs. I remember now that I'd used the old ones a couple times before, but gave up after the second one when the outer material kept getting holes in the base after one or two uses, couldn't inflate them after. Both times, had them inflated a couple of pumps, felt a small rush of air down by my thigh, and the balloon shriveled. Hated that. The rubber on the new-gen plugs and dildos is a lot stronger. Must have been designed by somebody who actually liked using them, cause you can squeeze them with your ass channel all day and they won't deflate or pop. Boy, if one of those overinflated and popped while it was up your butt...
But, anyway, it seemed like forever that I laid there immobile, the biggest thing I'd felt yet lodged deep in my ass, nicely but firmly reminding me it was boss. I hated it. I LOVED it. If I only knew where Gus kept the toys he uses on me, I want it up my ass now while I'm writing this, but I don't know where it is. That's another form of anal 'torture' he uses on me, hiding the dildos so I can't use them when I really want them.
Finally, after an eternity of squeezing and grunting on that hard phallus shaped balloon, I felt a slight easing of the pressure of the balloon against the walls of my rectum. Aahhh. So good when it's in; but that first moment of looseness is nice. A little more room, a slight tug on the dildo's air hose, and SCHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPP! That phallus slid out of my behind like a nice soft shit. That was nice, but didn't take me any further along towards coming.
As I lay there for the next few seconds, it flitted across my mind that what I'd just experienced was Gus's definition of 'extreme anal' when I realized it was far from over. I didn't know if Gus was going to sit me in the chair or not; but the way this usually ends is with Gus letting me out of the chair after a time with the buttplug (usually) still up my butt, and lays me down on the bed and bangs my pussy raw, and only after do I get to "unplug" (hee hee)! Not to mention, it takes him time to come. Just as that realization hit me, Gus started lubing up my ass AGAIN. Pity my poor bottom, it was going to be unmercifully stuffed like never before (like that hadn't just happened!) Nothing more slamming in and out, I wasn't going to be 'riding the ramrod' tonight. Gus's plan, I was learning, was sit on it and hold it up there.
For what seemed like several minutes, Gus greased my ass up good. He alternated LOTS of vaseline with tubes of KY, there must have been at least three full family sized jars of vaseline smeared inside my anal entry, and I know he squeezed two tubes of KY in there. Grease, lube, grease, lube, grease. THEN, he slowly inserted when felt like a caulking tube into my behind until it was about halfway and began to squeeze. I could feel a soft glopping of what could only be a mixture of Vaseline and KY. I realized at that point I should have had a forewarning about what was coming, for a couple of days before, I'd noticed several jars of Vaseline and tubes of KY in a box under his workbench in the garage when I was snooping for his stash of my toys. I'd assumed (ass-umed, indeed, that assumption made an ass of me, literally!) that they were a stash for future use. They were, all right, for use all at once the next time!!! He did that with three caulk tubes. When he did the second, I began to wonder just what kind of stiffness I was going to encounter on that chair this time, on the third I got a little scared. This was a LOT of lube, inside AND out. I feared it was going to be BIG and DEEP. 'Oh, shit! I think I'm going to need a proctologist after this!' I'd already had something big and wide and deep, what next?
Finally, Gus was done with his 'lube job'. He unclipped my ankle cuffs from each other and rolled me to the side of the bed, swung me so my legs were hanging off the side, and put his hand on my arm, which I knew meant I should stand up. I did, and he walked me over to the chair. Now I was going to learn just what he'd spent time lubing while I was laying prone holding that huge inflatable dildo in my rump. He turned me around, and I felt the clips on my ankle cuffs attached to the locking rings on the chair legs. I wasn't going to be able to get away from the chair, if I tried to move my legs now I could only drag the chair along with me slowly. Clip, clip. Before I realized it, my wrist cuffs were also attached to the chair arms. There I was, barely able to stand up, and I wouldn't be able to do that for long. Fortunately, it went across my mind at this point that whatever Gus had placed on the seat to menace my turd tunnel might be wide, but it wouldn't be long and thus wouldn't go EXCESSIVELY deep. That allowed me to relax just a little, which let me back into a frame of mind that this would be enjoyable if I wanted it to be. At that point, my knees relaxed a little, and that's when Gus began clipping the seat belts on. I was in trouble now! Clip. Left side. Clip. Right side. I began to feel the pull that would eventually bring my bottom all the way down to the seat of the chair, not to mention how that pull, and gravity, would push what awaited me deep up my behind. Clip. Front clip in place, I could feel the strap of the seat belt rubbing against my pussy as it extended down to the roller under the seat. I became aware at this point of a need in my bowels to push. I wasn't cramping, for which I felt relieved. For a second there, I thought I was going to explosively shit all over the place! Unforunately, I could tell my ass channel wanted to evacuate, for the shit that had been packed in while I held the big expander up my ass was being brought to bear by the excessive lube. Well, what did I expect? Gus had basically given me a lubricant enema, after all. I was still a little scared of what awaited my bunghole, probably mere inches below me, barely standing as I was. Yet, now I really wanted whatever it was fully lodged in my ass before I had to shit all over it. If I did, I knew my sphincter would chafe from all the 'dirt' mixed with the lube. Clip. The buckle for the fourth belt, the one that mattered most, that would pull my backside down, was in place. I was about to find out what new toy Gus had gotten me.
Excuse me, diary, while I go shit (again)!
Nanette
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