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1. The Game

They were sitting on the couch watching TV one night, her head in his lap, when she reached over and grabbed the remote and hit Mute. It was right in the middle of a show he loved.

"What was that for?" he asked.

She turned her head to look up at him and with a serious tone said, "Can we talk about something delicate?"

Here it comes, he thought with a sigh. "Sure."

"You know how you've been wanting to do more...stuff...in bed?"

Wait a minute—this might be a little spicier than he thought. "Un huh...?"

"I've been reading a book my girlfriend gave me, and um... I guess I'd like to try some thing."

"Okay, sure! What is it?"

"Well, you won't be mad?"

"Of course not!"

"It's called a 'Power Exchange.' Do you know what that is?"

He wasn't completely certain, but he was pretty sure she was talking about a dominance/submissive thing! He had been wanting to tie her up for a while with some light bondage to kiss her body all over, but she had never relented. Now, she was asking him to go the full monte?

"Yes I think so, but you've never wanted to even be tied up!"

"I know" she said sheepishly. "But you've never explained exactly how it feels to be in complete sexual submission. And this book did, and..."

"Keep going, you've got me on tenterhooks!"

"...well, it was very erotic, and it got me super wet. I think that maybe I do have a submissive side. And our sex life has gotten really in a rut lately, which of course you know. And... well I guess I just wanted to see if I could help get us out of the doldrums. I don't think I'm ready for going the whole way. But maybe we could try some little games out temporarily and see what happens?"

His heart was pounding, and her head was being nudged by the straining erection building in his pants.

She smiled. "Can I take it by your little friend that you're okay with the idea?" she asked.

He had a huge smile, and said "I guess it's a give away, huh? Yes, I'm very excited by the idea! I'll have to have some time to think about it, but maybe we can start tomorrow night?"

"It's a deal!" she said. "In the meantime, can I help your little friend?" She slid her head down his lap onto his knees, and unzipped his fly. She reached in and dug around, trying to free him. Finally, she was able to release him, and his rock hard erection sprung free of its prison.

"Ummmm..." she moaned. Her tongue licked the precum off the tip of his cock. And then she slid as much as she could into her mouth and started gently nursing him.

This is going to be one hell of an adventure, he thought!

2. The Rules

The next morning they both got up late, and rushed out to work. She got home earlier than he did, as always, and she had already slipped into something a little sexy. It was a red and black teddy that she knew he liked. When he got home, he walked in the front door, sat down his bag, and caught a glimpse of his wife.

Goddamn it, she looks sexy! They had never had k**s, so although they were in their early forties, she still had a great body and hadn't let herself go. She was a petite brunette with a very shapely female body. She had short sexy black hair with a few streaks of gray, cut very flattering for her pretty face. Unlike many women her age, she was at a perfect weight range, and still had curves in the right places and a perfectly feminine tummy; soft and rounded like a woman's should be, and not at all a "muffin-top". Her very perky little breasts were just the perfect size and shape for him. She often joked about how small they were, but he always thought they were super-foxy, with the extra bonus that they had held up to gravity very well! And to "bottom" it all off, she had the most amazing ass—her rear-end wouldn't quit and she could pour into a pair of jeans absolutely perfectly.

He walked briskly right over to her, and without the customary "hello" kiss, he forcefully grasped her arm. "Come here," he commanded as he led her over to the couch.

Oh my!, she thought. I wonder if I made a mistake!

He sat her down, and sat down beside her.

"I've thought about your request all day. And I've got quite a bit to say. So just listen," he started with. "If you're serious about this, I will be setting the rules. You must listen to me and obey me without question. Can you do that?"

She swallowed. "Yes," she said very quietly.

"You know that I love you very much and won't ever hurt you. But I will be training you. And in this training, you will become my sex slave. I will have sex with you at any time, any place, or any way I see fit. If you disobey me, I will have to punish you. Do you understand?"

She felt herself starting to get moist. "Yes," she again said below her breath.

"No matter what I ask of you, you will do it, without questioning me. You will address me as 'master', and I will address you as 'slave'. Is this clear so far?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, I'm going to be giving you some rules. You need to obey these rules, and make them part of your routine. I won't be repeating myself, so if you don't get it right the first time, I will be forced to punish you. Shall we continue?"

"Yes." She felt herself blush, and she could tell that she was definitely getting wet. She knew that she was a bad girl for having wanted this in the first place. But the fact that he so easily fell into this role made her wonder if her fantasies from her girlfriend's book should have remained secret. She was scared that she had gone too far.

Almost in response to her thoughts was his next sentence. "Our marriage for these many years has been fantastic. I want to know that I still respect you, and this game of ours will go on until you want it to stop." He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small white leather loop. "This is your collar. While you're wearing this, you are my slave." He d****d the collar around her neck. In the front he let dangle the two loose ends, and he produced a small steel ring shaped like a heart. "And this is a heart. If you want to stop this game at any time, unscrew this heart so you can take off your collar, and that will be the end of it." The heart was hinged, and he slipped each side through the two looped ends of the collar. At the heart's point, there was a small ball that screwed the two halves together. It made a beautiful white loop perfectly fitted around her neck, and the little steel heart rested in the soft hollow of her neck. "Understand?"

"Yes." She knew now that at least she had an out, and she felt much more secure.

"Yes what?"

"Yes...?" She looked at him questioningly.

"'Yes Master,' but that is the last time you'll get a rule twice," he prompted.

"Yes Master," she said. She now started to understand what would be required of her. But because she knew that she could back out she started to really get into the game more readily.

"Good. Now take off that lingerie."

She made a little pouty face. "But I went to the trouble of picking this..."

He interrupted her protest by slapping her ass cheek—not hard, but she noticed! He had never hit her, not in anger.

"Again, you're to obey me without question, and no back talk. I don't want you talking to me like that unless I ask you a question, or you've been given permission. I won't really hurt you, but you need to be made to understand these new rules, and if you can't it's going to cause you some discomfort. Understand?"

"Yes, Master." Her rear stung a little, but she knew he hadn't hit her hard. Although she was very vocal against domestic v******e and wife battering, she was the one who started the whole thing, and she wasn't about to call it off now. She took off her teddy, and laid it on the couch. She was now completely naked, except for her snug white collar.

"I want you to be naked whenever you are inside the house, unless you've been given special dispensation. Go over and look at yourself in the mirror."

She walked over, and admired how the white leather looked against her skin. She noticed that the fit was almost perfect. Since there wasn't any adjustment needed, she figured he must have measured her neck when she was asleep.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It looks very nice, Master."

"Good. Now, you will always wear this collar. Consider this is now part of your permanent 'jewelry.' You'll wear it inside the house and outside to work, when you shower, when you go to bed at night. The only time it comes off is if you've given up on the game. If anyone asks you about it, it's just your newest fashion statement. And you can blush with pride knowing that it means much, much more. Now come back here."

She came back and sat next to him again.

"Here is an appointment for tomorrow." He handed her a card. On it was written Thursday, 2:00PM, Full Brazilian Wax. Laya Spa.

He asked her "You understand what this means, right?"

She blushed, and said after a slight pause "Master wants me to be bare."

"That's right, Master wants you to be bare. I've made a recurring appointment for you at the same time every four weeks. You will get your first Brazilian tomorrow, and you will keep yourself completely bare from here on out. Tell your job that you have a doctor's appointment."

She had always wanted to get a Brazilian, but she had been too chicken to try. But now she had to! She was secretly looking forward to it, although she was a little scared.

"Had enough yet?" he asked.

"I'm sorry Master, I... I don't think I understand," she replied.

"Kneel on the couch, put your face down in the cushions and raise your ass high in the air. Now!"

She did as she was bid.

He took his fingertip and ran it up her thigh, teased his way through her pussy fur, and touched her opening. By now it was sopping wet. He dipped his finger inside, and then brought it to his lips. "Ummm. You're quite a dirty little slut, aren't you? It's probably time that your Master give you the good hard fucking that you deserve!"

He pulled down his pants, and his bulging erection immediately sprung free. She was so wet that he was able to slide it into her in one stroke. Her pussy was burning with desire, and she instinctively backed her ass up against him, taking his cock as deeply as she could. They were both so excited that their frantic fucking didn't last long for either of them before they cried out and collapsed in a heap on the couch.

"This is going to be a fun experiment," he whispered over her shoulder.

"Oh yes it will, master!"

3. A Bare Kitty

The whole next morning she was itching with lust and curiosity and trepidation for her waxing. When she had arrived at work, some of the other girls had commented on her "necklace" and told her how sexy it looked. If they only knew! She had told her boss that she had a doctor's appointment at 2 o'clock that she had forgotten to put in the schedule. When her appointment came time, she felt herself getting butterflies inside when she headed out to the parking lot to her car. The salon was very close to her office, so it didn't take long. She almost didn't notice the receptionist who took her name and appointment time. She leafed through magazines in the waiting room, not really even looking or reading them, but continually crossing and uncrossing her legs. A tall Asian girl walked out from the back. She was beautiful, and was wearing a tight blue t-shirt and loose fitting Juicy couture sweats that exposed her pierced belly button. "Susanne?" she asked.

"That's me!"

The Asian girl introduced herself, as they walked back to the private room. "Hi, I'm Mandy. You're new on the books—is this your first time?"

"Yes, and I'm a little scared!"

"Well, not to worry. It does hurt like hell, but it's over quickly. Since we're about to get intimate, I may as well show you--I do myself all the time." Mandy was obviously comfortable with nudity, since she pulled her sweats down, and pulled a small pink thong to the side to show her pussy. Susanne was surprised by her waxer's forwardness, but was fascinated! Mandy's bald pussy was perfectly shaped and not any razor stubble or ingrown hairs that she was used to from shaving her bikini line. She noticed that the girl's clitoris poked out, and she saw with surprise that Mandy had a small silver ring through it! The girl pulled back up her pants and said "Okay, now you know what you're getting into—and it's your turn! Take off your pants and panties."

Susanne did so, and she sat on the table.

"Did you want a triangle, a landing strip, or the full thing?"

"The full thing, please." She was still a little shy about having her bits hanging out in plain view of this other woman, and her legs were still together.

"Okay, you'll need to spread your legs and put your ankle on my shoulder." This wasn't quite what she had imagined, but she did so. Mandy spread the hot wax on the top of her mound with a wooden stick, and pressed a small cloth against it.

"Ready?"

"As ready as I'm going to be!"

"Okay: one, two, THREE", and she ripped the cloth. YEOW! The fur at the top of her V hurt quite a bit. She looked down, and there wasn't any bleeding like she was afraid of. Next were her labia, and she was really nervous about those! Mandy continued to move and place her legs as she needed, spreading the wax expertly, and pressing the cloth against her lips. Again, the count-down and the yank, although it hurt surprisingly less pulling the fur off her labia. Three more relatively quick leg maneuvering, wax, cloth, yank operations, and she was almost done!

"Okay, now the rear. Can you lay on your stomach, and hold your cheeks apart with your hands?"

Oh no. She hadn't really thought about this one, but did as she was requested. The hot wax on her rosebud actually felt somewhat nice, but the cloth being pressed up against her felt a little more intimate than her labia had! Another quick painless yank—this one didn't really hurt at all! And she was done! Mandy gave her a quick squirt of lotion to rub into her mound, and then dusted her off with a little baby powder.

Mandy handed her a hand mirror while she did a little general cleanup. Susanne looked down, and her pussy was a little pink and sore, but gorgeously bald! She was so happy and proud!

When he came home, he saw that she was naked with her collar, and he also saw with pleasure that her beaver was completely clean. He came up to her and said "Good little girl! I see you've cleaned your carpet!"

"Yes Master. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it might."

"Well, that's good. We want our little slave to look forward to her monthly waxing. Sit down here," he said as he pointed to a chair.

She did as he asked.

"We have some more rules today. I want to be able to call you from the office before I leave for the day and tell you what I expect. But other people may be around, so we're going to have a little code. I'll be talking to you as if I'm talking about our dog. But of course, we don't have a dog, so I'll be talking about you! Now kneel on the floor, facing the door, sitting on your heels. Good. Spread your legs wide. Wider! Take your fingers, and make sure your lips are spread apart too—I want to be able to see your delicious clit. Okay, now hold your hands behind your back and thrust out your breasts. This position I'll call 'Good girl.'

"Yes Master. So if you say 'how was our good girl' or something like that to me, this is what you want when you get home?"

"You understand perfectly. As a reward for being a good girl, you'll probably be sucking my cock as soon as I get home. Now, the next position. Face away from the door, on your knees, but this time, put your ass in the air, and lay your chest against the ground. Leave your arms at your sides, holding your feet. Stick your ass up higher. There! This will be 'bad dog.'"

"Yes Master."

"You'll likely be getting it doggy-style in this position! Oh, and I see they've cleaned off your rosebud too—that's nice! Now, the third position and last position for now. Lay on your back on the couch, with your pussy facing the door. That's right. Spread your legs nice and wide. Separate your lips with your fingers again, and make sure your clit is nice and visible. Put your arms behind your back and hold one arm with the other. There! This will be 'clean bowl,' since I'll be licking your little cunt clean with this one."

She blushed. She knew he loved to eat her out, and this position guaranteed that she would be ready for him!

"Okay, that's good for your position lessons for today. Now, time to try this tasty little morsel!" He brought his mouth down to her freshly bald pussy. With a big wet lick, he lapped his tongue along her length. She involuntarily flinched her legs closed, since she wasn't expecting that so soon. Not to mention that her newly bald pussy was giving her lots of extra sensation—it felt electric, and the flinch was just a reflex.

He gave her a quick slap on her thigh. "You need to be ready to let me use your body however I see fit—don't do that again." This time, he drew her clit into his mouth in one motion. He nuzzled it with his mouth, and sucked in and out on it several times hard but very slowly. He then alternated with big wet kisses on her outer lips, going back and forth between sucking at her clit and little nibbles on her now perfectly smooth soft labia. After a little more of that, she was going mad with lust and she wanted to pull his head into her crotch, but she kept her hands behind her back. He brought his hand up to her now wet cunt, and slid his middle finger inside. He continued his incessant suckling on her clit, and his finger gently started stroking her G-spot. With his index and ring finger, he spread her lips wide, and started wildly licking her up and down her inner labia, taking turns between deeply sucking in her lips or her clit. His middle finger started to finger-fuck her much more urgently now. She started to moan and buck her hips against his face, and he suddenly stopped and pulled his face away from her pussy.

"Okay, now I'm going to train you to come when I want you to. You can come when you have my permission, but not before. If you come when I haven't given you permission, you'll be punished. Understand?"

She was not expecting anything like this, but she shuddered and whispered "I'll try Master."

"Wrong--there's no try. If you come when you aren't allowed to, you get punished. It's as simple as that. Now, let's try again." He brought his face down to her wet pussy again. And he started big wet sloppy kisses on her outer lips and all over her clit. She gasped. Again he brought his fingers back, this time slipping two inside her. He started his rhythm again, sucking her clit deeply and slowly in and out of his mouth while moving his whole hand back and forth, authoritatively fucking her with his fingers. His rhythmic sucking and pumping was starting to build inside her. It felt so good she started whimpering.

She wanted to please him, so she started thinking about anything else she could to keep her mind off his mouth on her pussy. Groceries, maybe I should—uhhhn—the lawn needs to be cut—oohhh god!—I should clean out my closet... It was getting harder and harder to hold herself back, and he continued eating her relentlessly, gaining speed little by little. He could tell by her grunts and breathing that she was close, so he edged her even closer, making slight and subtle adjustments in pressure and speed to bring her ever closer. Her thighs were shaking and her belly quivered.

"Master?" she struggled out a whisper.

He lifted his head from her glistening cunt, but left his fingers inside her. With his free hand, he pressed his palm protectively and firmly over her mound. "You know you're not to question me without permission, remember?" His palm pressed harder, squishing her clit between his hand and her pubic bone; enough to have pressure, but not pain.
But with her swollen clit, it was enough. She understood. "Yes Master. I was just hoping I could beg you for release."

"When I'm ready! Now, I've got to get back to work." His palm released off her clit, but now his mouth attacked her pussy with even more vigor. He sucked and sucked, and his tongue flicked up, down, around, and across her clit as if it was possessed. His fingering was now becoming fast and powerful. She was gritting her teeth, and clenching her ass cheeks together, trying anything to hold herself back. When finally he briefly lifted his mouth off her mound and whispered "You may come."

As soon as he put his mouth back in position and continued sucking, she exploded. She screamed out, and locked his head between her thighs, as wave after wave of passion rolled through her body. She took her arms and held his head, cradling it against her cunt as she spasmed and gasped.She was still coming and he kept finger-fucking and sucking her with the exact same rhythm he was using when she came, eventually slowing the pace as he felt her body start to relax.

"What a very good little slave you are! You did very well coming on command your very first time! As a special reward, for the next week I'll let you masturbate yourself to orgasm any time you want as long as you're home alone. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Master!"

4. Two Kinds of Doggie

The next night, she got home from work, and stripped immediately. She was feeling very frisky and alive with this new change in their routine. She was very excited to see what tonight would bring. She was wandering around the house in the nude wondering what to do next, when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello honey. How's our little dog doing?"

"Very well, Master. She's really getting used to the routine in our new home!"

"Oh, you say she peed on the carpet? What a bad dog!"

"Yes Master, I'll be waiting for you!"

"Alright then. Bye honey!"

She went to the bathroom one last time, emptied her bladder, made sure she cleaned herself properly, and walked up near the front door. She knelt down and propped her ass as high as she could in the air. She used her hands to spread her lips, and then her cheeks too for good measure so that he would see what he was getting. She still was getting used to her bald pussy, so she lingered back to it, and felt herself, running her hand up and down her smooth mound. She didn't have time to beat herself, but she really liked how her bare pussy felt. She lay her body down on the carpet, flattening her breasts as close to the ground as she could, and waited.

She heard his car roll up, and shivered with excitement. She wasn't sure what would happen tonight, but she was ready.

He opened the door, and saw her in her expected position. "Good little slave!" He walked over, and pulled down his pants. He knelt behind her, took out his cock, and rubbed it up and down her slit. She was already moist having been thinking about what the evening's entertainment would be, so it didn't take long before he thrust inside her. But instead of keeping an in-and-out rhythm, as soon as he was in her as deeply as he could, he stopped.

"You know I love to give it to you doggie-style, don't you?"

"Yes, Master, I do. I love it too!"

"I know you do. But how many times have I also asked to come in the back door?"

She shivered slightly—she knew what was coming.

"Uhh. I don't know Master."

"That's right—quite a few. Well, that's going to change. I brought you some things." He had dropped a black plastic shopping bag next to them before he knelt, so he reached over to it while he was still deep inside her. She looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing.

"No peeking," he said, as he gently but firmly redirected her head back down with his palm.

She heard some packaging opening, and a small spritz of some fluid.

"I'm not going to take you there tonight. But I am going to be getting you ready for it. We're going to make sure, my little slave, that not only will you like it, you'll be begging me for it by the time we're done."

She wasn't sure what this meant. She never liked anal sex; they had tried it twice in their long marriage. And she had refused and rebuffed him many times afterwards. She didn't like it—it hurt! She would never like it back there, no matter how badly he wanted it. She might think about letting him one last time, but she would call off the whole "slave game" if he wanted to again.

While she was elsewhere thinking all of this, she didn't notice until too late that he had pressed a small wet thing against her butthole. She gasped.

"Don't struggle. This won't hurt, and in fact, it should feel rather pleasant." It was a dildo of some type. Judging just by the small tip that was against her it was probably very thin, thinner than his cock. It was covered with a warm lubricant, and he slowly slid into her ass. A slightly wider portion passed her sphincter ring, and her ass seemed hungry as the remainder slid right in.

"It's in. How does it feel?"

"Not too bad Master. It's not really as uncomfortable as I thought."

"Good. It's a butt-plug, and it's the smallest I could find. I don't want to hurt you, and I know you will find this pleasurable eventually. But we need to get you used to it a bit. We're going to start a weeklong regimen to get your ass used to being occupied. You're going to wear this constantly for the next three days.

"The only time you're allowed to have it out is if you have to defecate. But if I catch it outside your ass and you're not on the toilet, there will be hell to pay. You will wear this to bed, and you'll wear it to work. You may have to adjust how you walk slightly, but this model is designed for extended wear, so it has a narrow flare to fit nicely within your beautiful ass crack.

"You'll wear this one for three days, and then we upgrade. The next one is slightly wider and deeper, and you'll wear that for three days. Then finally, you'll wear the poppa-bear for three days. After that on the tenth day you'll get a reprieve, when I'll ass-fuck you!"

He had pulled himself slightly away from her body while inserting the butt-plug, all the while continuing to keep his cock inside her. But now he pushed back in to his full depth. She wasn't really happy hearing about her fate, but the small butt-plug didn't really hurt. He grasped her hips, and started stroking in and out of her. She temporarily forgot about the slightly uncomfortable plug in her ass, and started concentrating on his cock that was filling and moving inside her. He knew she loved getting fucked from behind, and it didn't take long for his pumping to bring her excitement up.

"You can come now," he said. He reached underneath her with one hand and cupped her cunt while fucking her, massaging her labia with his fingertips. This was enough to bring her over the top, and she cried out. He came at the same time, pulling her deeply towards him, until the finally stopped and fell over to their sides.

5. Plugs and Holes

She slept with the butt-plug in all night as he commanded. When she got up in the morning for work, she didn't have to p*o, so she left it in while she showered and dressed. It was a little more comfortable now that she was used to it, although having something in there made her feel a little like she had to go. She noticed that she walked with a little more exaggerated female hip-swaying than normal to keep the pressure off the plug. Well, I'm sure he'll like that, she thought.

At work, she finally had to go to the bathroom, so she left her desk and walked to the women's restrooms. She picked the first stall, and went in. Reaching underneath herself, she grasped the flare of the plug and slowly extracted it. It gently slid out and left her ass strangely empty feeling. It was black rubbery plastic—this was the first chance she had gotten to actually look at it. She did her business, and wiped with one hand, all the while still holding the plug. She thought to herself that she could leave it out, and just put it in right before he got home and he would never know. But then she realized that she'd have to keep it in her purse. She sniffed it—it was a little funky and stinky. Nothing that she wanted in her purse! She could wrap it in toilet paper. But if another woman saw it while she was digging around for change or lipstick, that would be embarrassing! She also thought about washing it in the sink. But what if someone walked in and caught her washing a butt-plug at work?

She decided that the safest course of action was to just leave it in. So she lifted her leg, reached back underneath herself, and placed the tip against her rosebud. She tried to slide it in, but without lube it wasn't very easy. So she got some more toilet paper, wiped the plug off as best as she could, and drooled a good amount of her spit on it. Then she repositioned it, and it was able to slowly push it in. It slid into her ass until it got to the flare, she gave it a quick adjustment or two before pulling up her panties. I'll have to keep lube in my purse from now on, she thought.

The rest of the day at work went without incident, although she could swear that her subtle hip motions were being noticed by the men at the office. Between her womanly movements and her new snug collar, she knew she was getting appreciable looks from the men. But she realized that part of it was probably her renewed interest in sex or her sexual confidence. She knew that even though it had only been a couple of days that she was sexier and more alive than she had been in a long while.

She drove home and she had just arrived when he called her and asked her "Has our puppy been a bad dog?" So she was waiting when he got home, her ass towards the door and high in the air, proudly sporting its new butt-plug.

"Good girl!" he said when he opened the door and saw her gorgeous ass sticking straight up. He came over to her, and stroked his hand across her ass, feeling underneath to admire her bare cunt lips, and then resting his fingertips on the end of the plug, giving it a solid push and tug to make sure it was seated properly.

"How's it going wearing your new toy all day?" he asked.

"It went fine, Master. Would it be possible for me to get some lubricant to carry in my purse?"

"Of course. I thought about that today, and so I picked up a second bottle for you." He took the new bottle of lube out of his pocket and sat it on the ground next to her. "I did forget to tell you some other aspects of your training," he added. "Last night was the last time I will fuck your pussy until your ass is completely ready. So until then, you will need to pleasure me with your mouth or your ass, and your pussy will be strictly off limits. Is that clear?"

"Yes Master." She was sad about this development because she really loved being penetrated. It was one more reason to look forward to having this whole ass-training thing over with soon.

"Good." He pulled the butt-plug from her, which she wasn't expecting. Her ass, having been used to having it in all day long actually felt a little lonely. That wasn't a problem for long, since he squirted some lube on his index finger, and immediately slid his well lubricated finger in place of the plug. "There—how does that feel?"

"Better than the plug Master, thank you."

"You're welcome." He put his finger in her as deeply as it would go, knelt down beside her and said "Now suck my cock." She turned around as gently as she could with his finger still in her ass to reach his crotch. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants around his thighs. Then she lifted his underwear over his straining cock, and pulled them down too. His cock was hard and glistening with precum. She licked the precum off the tip, and rubbed the head across her lips and gums. Then she popped the head into her mouth with good strong suction. His musky scent filled her nostrils, and she drank it in. She pulled him out of her mouth, and as she did so, he removed his finger from her ass. She took him in her mouth again deeper this time, and he plunged his finger back into her asshole. Each time she pumped of her head down on his cock, he plunged his finger into her asshole in unison. It didn't feel as good as it would in her pussy, but it actually felt pretty good to have him fingering her ass like this. She started really getting into giving him head, with deep strong sloppy-wet sucks, and the fingering into her rear became more pleasurable than uncomfortable. Every several sucks, she would dip her mouth down to his balls and lick and suck on them too. She was a great little cocksucker, and between her voracious sucking his cock and milking his balls with one hand, he soon came. He pulled his finger out of her ass, and grabbed her shoulders as she drained the last of his seed.

The next couple days, he called her up with a "Good girl" message and had her suck his cock as soon as he walked in the door. He didn't fuck her in the pussy or in the ass, but fingered her asshole while she sucked his cock and left her unsatisfied. Every third day when it was time to upgrade to the next bigger plug, he called to let her know she was a "Bad dog" before he came home and after she was done servicing him, he would insert the bigger plug. Once she had become used to the small plug, it was almost comfortable wearing it all day. Not really much different from wearing a tampon, except the different hole of course. The middle plug was not quite as big around as his cock, and a bit shorter as well. She definitely noticed it was larger going in, but she got used to it pretty quickly. The large plug was a little longer than his cock, as wide as his cock at its narrowest, and about two or three times as wide at the flare. She grunted to accept that one when it went in! Walking with the big plug was definitely more difficult, and her feminine sashay was even more pronounced. She had to sit much more delicately at work, and while driving. But she left it in as she was told.

On the last night of the biggest plug, she was so happy. She was finally going to be rid of the plug! His phone call that night was for "Bad dog" which she fully expected, so she got in position kneeling with her ass high in the air and breasts pressed flat to the ground. He came in and gave her a "good girl", at which she glowed. He came over and slowly pulled out the big plug. Her ass made a sucking sound as it was withdrawn, and she could tell her asshole was gaping open. It felt good to have it out, but it was strange after all these days to have nothing at her rear entrance.

"You have such a beautiful ass," he said.

"Thank you Master."

"So, I now have a question for you." He removed his pants and waited, and she remained silent. "Would you prefer that I now fuck your pussy or your ass?"

She hadn't gotten fucked in the ass, except by his finger; she thought that she might get out of that fate after all! "My pussy, Master!" She was so desperate to be penetrated, and it had been 10 days since she had anything in her pussy.

"Wrong answer." He had already lubed his cock. Without hesitation, he pressed his knob against her rosebud. It was still open from the massive butt-plug, and he slowly pushed in with almost no resistance. She didn't feel any discomfort. His cock was well lubricated and much smaller than the plug. It was warm inside her unlike the cold plugs when they were first inserted, and it was actually pleasant. He started moving in and out, slowly at first, but picking up speed as he was able to sense that she could handle it. She was at first trying to get over the reality that she was being fucked in her ass, but it was nice to finally have him back inside her and feel him pumping against her butt doggy-style, even if it wasn't the right hole. She was getting slowly more excited, but she hadn't really quite reached the peak when she could tell he was going to come. He grasped her hips, and made one final thrust deep into her ass. As he grunted, she could feel his cock pulsing and pumping his come deep into her bowels.

After he was done, he pulled out of her ass. And he rewarded her by eating her cunt. He hadn't satisfied her since they had started the training, and the ass-fucking had already brought her close. It didn't take long for him sucking her pussy before she too was in the throes of an orgasm, and she screamed out loud.

After she had come, she curled up into a ball in his arms. He reached over her body, and re-inserted the middle butt-plug. She moaned a little in protest, but it was smaller than the big plug and almost like his cock, so she just settled into it, still lying in the afterglow.

"Are you listening?"

"Yes Master," she whispered.

"I have two new commands for you. The first is 'Wash her tail.' If I call with that, you must give yourself an enema. I've brought a kit that you can use. Fill your ass with hot water, wait for 1 minute, and expel it. This way, I can be sure your ass is nice and clean for me when I need it. The second is 'Brush her tail.' With this one, I want you to use this special applicator—it's like that used for hemorrhoid cream. Put it on the lubricant tube, and squirt a generous amount into your ass. You won't want to skimp, because I won't have lubed myself, and you'll want to make sure I go in easily. Understood?"

"Yes Master." She didn't think those were too bad; although she had never given herself an enema before, she had douched. Judging by tonight, her first real ass fuck, she might actually get to enjoy it, maybe even come! But she was hoping that her ass wouldn't become his primary means of satisfaction.

She was at home the next night and she got the call.

"How is our little puppy?"

"Just fine Master."

"Oh, she got loose you say? Got mud in her tail? You better wash her tail off and brush it. What a bad dog!"

"I understand Master."

"Okay then, well hopefully she'll be all clean by the time I get home from work."

"She will be Master."

"Great! See you in a little bit."

"Goodbye Master!"

She got out the enema kit and went to the bathroom. She removed the mid-sized plug from her rear. She opened the kit, read through the instructions, and started filling the bag with warm water. It took a little while to figure out exactly how the nozzle and bottle hooked together, but she got it together, and squatted over the toilet. She put the nozzle into her ass, and started emptying the warm water into her rectum. It felt pleasantly warm, but it did make her feel like going to the bathroom. She waited until it was all empty and removed the nozzle. She squeezed her ass shut to keep the water from dribbling down her legs, and looked at the clock on the wall. One minute seemed to take eternity, and she started dancing back and forth, really straining to keep from releasing the water. She absentmindedly fingered the steel heart on her snug little white collar, waiting for the time to pass. Finally, the next minute clicked, and she squatted down and pushed the water out. It came out in a stream at first, then a gusher. After a few seconds, she was empty. She wiped herself well, and she actually did feel cleaner! Then she got the lube, added the applicator, and inserted that back into her ass. She gave a good squeeze so she'd have plenty of lubricant in her for him. It was cold filling her ass after that warm water, but she knew it was for her own good.

She got into her "bad dog" position and waited.

When he arrived, he walked right up spread her cheeks wide and inspected her. "Lots of lube I see. Good. Now I have a question for you again. Would you prefer that I fuck your pussy or your ass?"

"My ass Master. It is ready for you," she said with pride.

"Wrong!" he said with a start, as he smacked his palm sharply across her ass cheeks. It stung, and she was so surprised that a tear welled in her eye as she stammered
"But Master, you said..."

He cut her off. "Be quiet! I want you to go right now and 'wash her tail' and 'brush her tail' again. And while you're doing that, think carefully about why you were wrong."

She got up, and moped to the bathroom. She shut the door, and sat down on the toilet. She was sure that this is what he wanted! He called to have her ass prepared for him. And now he wanted her to do it again?! It didn't make any sense! What did he say... 'Would you prefer that I fuck your pussy or your ass', right? She got out the enema bottle again, and started the hot faucet and sat back down on the toilet while the water warmed up. And finally it hit her. 'Would you prefer that I fuck your pussy or your ass?' Of course. He was asking her what she wanted. And she wasn't the Master—she shouldn't have a preference. She got a small square of toilet paper and dabbed her eyes. Now she understood, and she would make him proud. She refilled the bottle, and began the process again, filling her bowels with water, waiting the requisite time, and rinsing out the lube she had worked so hard to get in. She reapplied the lube—it was going all so much faster now. She took one final look at herself after she was done with the preparation. She thought that the collar around her neck made her look so very sexy, and she primped her hair a little. She turned around to look at her ass where there was still a red mark where she had gotten punished.

She walked back to the living room, and she got into the bad dog position again.

"Are you finished?" he asked. Again, he spread her cheeks apart, and examined her rosebud. He could see glistening moisture just inside her anal opening. "Looks like you are. Okay, let's try this again--would you prefer that I fuck your pussy or your ass?"

"Master, I have no preference. You should do what you wish with me."

"Excellent—you do understand now." He pulled down his pants, and to her great surprise, he rubbed the head of his cock against the opening of her cunt. She was a little moist from the sexual excitement of the whole night, and it wasn't long before he was inside her. He felt so good! She was supremely happy that he was inside her pussy after longer than a week, and she moaned and backed herself up against him. He started pumping her strongly, holding her down on the small of her back with one hand and reaching underneath her to grab her breasts with the other. She was in her glory, and she was getting close to an orgasm. Her breathing started getting regular and panting, and he could tell it was good for her. He stopped and pulled completely out of her.

"Master?"

"Shhh." He lifted his cock one inch, and slid it into the newly prepared hole. With the mix of lubricant and pussy juices it went smoothly into her ass. She was already quite excited, and she almost didn't care where his cock went, as long as it was back inside her. She slowly eased back onto him letting his cock fill her, and soon he was at full depth but in a new place. He started his rhythm again, and this time since she was already so close to coming from her pussy, her ass had picked up her bodies urgency. He was thrusting long and deep into her, and this time she felt differently about it—it was really good, and she didn't want it to stop!

"Master, please fuck my ass!" she cried.

"You've been such a good little slave, I will reward you with your wish! You can come anytime you're ready." He pumped into her ass relentlessly. He could feel her tensing, and saw her hands clutching at the carpet. He kept exactly the same pace in his thrusts, but manipulated her nipples with his free hand; gently pulling, stretching, rolling them between his fingertips. She was shaking and right on the edge, and stayed there for a good minute before she finally broke. She yelled out "Oh God!", and she jammed her body back up against him to bury his cock as deep as she could get into her ass. She writhed and rotated her pelvis up and down, getting as much stimulation from his cock as she could. He could feel the orgasm pulsing through her, as her sphincter clutched at him with every passing wave. Her moans were almost of an a****l, but they finally started to die down as he slowed. He never completely stopped thrusting, although it was quite slow at this point. When her whimpers had mostly subsided, he started moving more quickly again, and she backed up to meet his thrusts. He had been waiting for her to come first. Now that he let himself go it wasn't long before he also was grabbing her hips, groaning and thrusting, and he came into her. They collapsed together on the floor.

"Your training is done. Now your ass is mine, whenever I want it."

6. Housebroken Kitty

Over the next four days, he would fuck her ass at least once nightly as soon as he got home, sometimes twice when he would also fuck her right before they went to bed. He avoided using her pussy during those four days while she got more used to the idea of her ass being a sexual object. But he would always make sure that she came. He wanted her to associate using her ass with pleasure. Sometimes she would come when she got it in her ass, but many times she didn't. If she didn't come through fucking her ass, he would flip her over immediately after he came in her rear, and furiously eat and finger her cunt until she was satisfied.

After the fifth day he started mixing it up, fucking her any way he wanted. But he made sure that she didn't know what was next. He would sometimes call up with a request for "bad dog and a brushed tail", so she'd have her ass in the air, pumped full of lube. She naturally thought this would lead to a night of ass-fucking. But then he'd surprise her and fuck her pussy instead. Other times he'd call for a "good girl", and have her suck his dick right when he walked in just like she would expect, or a "clean bowl" when he'd eat her out like crazy. She initially was trying to guess what he wanted, and over the next couple of weeks she eventually gave up trying to figure out what he would take from her. He didn't make it easy to guess, and she came to realize that he just needed her complete submission and willingness to accept his cock or his mouth however he would give it to her. She became completely malleable and submissive to his desire. She just needed to be fucked, and she didn't care how—she felt like a sexual object, a receptacle, a fucking machine, an a****l—and he fucked her anywhere and anyhow he felt like. And she was loving it! She came to enjoy guessing if she would get it in the cunt or in the ass, and felt completely open to his choice.

Although she was getting sexed up much more frequently than before their game started, she didn't mind at all. She had wanted to spice things up, and they were fucking at a rate that was more like when they were first dating again. He gave her constant attention, which had opened up the goddess in her. She felt more feminine and more like a complete woman than she ever had before. Because he had to play his part too, he was now always thinking of new ways to pleasure her sexually. And he was coming up with lots of little romantic gestures that were interspersed between the daily fucking sessions. He didn't need to of course because she was his "slave", but he would often come home with small gifts: a chocolate truffle, or a flower, or a pair of earrings for being a good little girl. And she would reward him with the gift of her pussy, her mouth, her ass, her tits. He took good care of her, and she would just melt and cuddle in his arms after having been ravished senselessly. Things were harmonious elsewhere too. The master/slave and sexual intimacies forged a deep bond between them. Plus, with the time they devoted to sex and activities around it, they didn't have time for the stupid little fights that life would have normally thrown at them!

One night after a small dinner, he could barely wait until he had finished eating before he ravenously attacked her. He pushed the dinner plates out of the way, and leaned over, his mouth seeking hers. They threw each other on the kitchen floor, and started fucking like a****ls. Over the next hour of sheer mindless fucking, he had used her good in every hole, and she was completely spent, curled up in a ball on the carpet. He took a throw off the couch and covered her.

"I'll be back shortly," he whispered in her ear. "Okay," she mumbled. He went to the master bathroom, and after about fifteen minutes he came back. She had fallen asleep, and he gently woke her. "Kitty cat—wake up," he whispered with a hand stroking her shoulder.

"Come on," and he helped her to her feet. She was slow, but she got up. She was a mess, variously covered with sweat, come, lubricant, and saliva. He slowly led her into their bathroom. He had drawn a bath, which was full of softly florally scented foam. Several candles provided the only light.

"Step in."

She got into the tub, which was deliciously warm. She slowly slid down into the warm water, and let the foam caress her. A sign escaped her lips, and he said, "That's a good girl. Turn to the wall."She did, and he had a warm washcloth, and started massaging her back in small circles with soap. Once he had covered her whole back, he took a small cup, dipped it into the tub's water and poured it down her back sensuously. "Okay, turn around." She did and faced him. He started softly soaping her chest and her breasts in the same manner, being a little more delicate on her soft breasts. Again he dipped and poured the warm water down her front, her beautiful breasts shining wet and clean in the candlelight.

He reached toward her little white collar and started to unscrew the end. She looked at him with a brief flash of doubt, and her hand flew up to her throat to touch his hand. "I want to wash your neck and hair--what is it?" he asked.

She looked at him a very long time with big soulful eyes, while he looked back at her quizzically. She finally managed to softly stammer, "please".

"Please what, you don't want me to wash your hair?"

She was quiet again for several seconds. "Please, don't take it off," she finally managed.

"Oh! It doesn't have to mean we're done with our game," he laughed.

She lowered her eyes, and continued to hold her hand over his hand at her throat. "I know. But I don't want to take it off. Please?" she pleaded.

"Okay."

He left the collar on. They didn't exchange any other words the rest of the night. He finished washing her hair, gave her pussy and ass a good soaping, and washed and shaved her legs. She stood up while the tub was draining, and he toweled her off. He got the hair dryer, and dried her hair while she sat on the toilet. She brushed her own teeth at the same time that he brushed his teeth, briefly soaped his face, took the washcloth and gave himself a quick whore's bath under armpits and crotch. Then he led her to bed with one hand.

She curled up, and he wrapped himself around her, spooning her back. She fell asleep almost immediately. He had one arm wrapped around her neck and cradling her breast, and one hand tucked in around her soft belly. He stayed awake a good couple of hours, thinking about what had just happened. Finally, he gave her a good long squeeze and closed his eyes.

7. Kittycat on the Town

One day he called her up on his way home as was his way.

"Honey, we're going to go out to dinner tonight. I bought a dress for you that you can try out when I get home."

"Okay—should I just be naked when you get here?"

"That's a good little kitty."

"Yes Master, see you soon!"

She wasn't sure what he had in store, so she just got in her standard "good girl" pose on her knees with spread legs and waited. He arrived home with a shopping bag from Deb Jr. She had always teased him as they walked by the store in the mall that their clothes were exclusively for young sluts. Out of the bag he pulled out a small black headband that had a pair of little black triangle ears with silky pink insides.

"These are your ears. Here, put this on", he handed the headband to her. She looked quizzically at him, but did as he asked.

"Do you have any eyeliner?" he asked. She got up, went to the bedroom, and came back with a small pencil. "Kneel down." He proceeded to draw a small circle on the tip of her nose, and three short lines on her cheek emanating from either side of her nose.

"There! Now you look like a kitty! Only one thing is missing." He reached back into the bag, and brought out a small black tail. It was a little thicker than his thumb around, and about a foot long, made of soft cloth and stuffed so it was slightly stiff but still quite flexible. At one end was a small black butt plug. "You know where this goes, don't you?" He handed the tail to her. "Master, I'll be right back."

She went back into the bedroom and came back with a small squirt of lube in her hand. She rubbed it on the plug-end of the tail, lifted her leg, and with a short push slid the tail into place. "Turn around and model it," he said. She did so, slowly turning around before him, her beautiful ass with a short little cat tail protruding, sporting her new little ears and makeup, and her always present white collar.

"There's my little kitty! Well?"

"May I go look, Master?"

"Of course!"

She went into the bedroom once again, and looked in their full-length mirror. The tail's butt-plug was on the small side, and wasn't too uncomfortable to wear. But the soft little tail hanging between her legs got a little getting used to; it rubbed against her legs when she walked. She stood with her back to the mirror and turned her head over her shoulder to look at the new little tail sprouting out of her ass. "It does look kind of cute!" she thought. She went back to the family room, where he had pulled a couple more items out of the shopping bag. A pair of black back-seamed stockings and a black garter belt. She snapped the garter belt around her back and snugged it to her waist. Then she slid each stocking up her legs, smoothing them slowly and flashing him her beautiful smooth beaver as she held up each knee.

Next he removed a pretty black dress with a satiny finish from the bag. It had a spandex stretch to it, which he demonstrated, and he handed it over to her. "You'll look very sexy in this!" he exclaimed as she held the dress, looking it over. With an appreciative hand he stroked her back and followed down the curves of her body. He ended by cradling her ass cheek in his hand, and then followed by stroking her kitty tail. The movement sent vibrations up the plug, which sent shivers up her spine.

"Go ahead and put it on." She turned it around in her hands, determining the dresses' orientation, pooled the dress on the floor, and stepped into it, pulling the straps up along either side of her body. She had to tuck her tail in-between her legs to pull the dress up past her ass. She got it all the way up, fit the shoulder straps in place, and then turned to face him. It wasn't painted-on tight, but it was quite form fitting. The neckline plunged between her breasts, and the fabric was loose there, giving ample opportunity to see the sides of her breasts when she moved in just the right way. She turned slowly. The hemline was about mid-thigh. It was much shorter than most dresses she wore, but not unusual for cocktail length. Her little black tail was just short enough to not be seen from underneath the bottom of the dress.

Finally, he pulled out a pair of pink pumps the same color as the inside of the kitty ears. He sat them on the ground near her feet. She slipped into each little pink shoe, and the costume was complete.

"What do you think?"

She ran her hands up and down her sides, across her thighs and her ass, assessing the fit and cut of the dress, and generally surveying her outfit. "Very sexy Master!"

"Good. We've got a 6:00 dinner engagement. I've got to clean up a little; wait right here."

"I can't go out like this!" she protested.

"Oh yes you can. You're going to a costume party—nobody will think anything of it."

"Please don't make me—this is really slutty!"

"Trust me little kitty. It'll be okay. Go ahead and do your makeup. But make sure to leave on your whiskers." He left the room.

She hesitated for a second, but then walked into the master bath. She touched up her lipstick, added eye shadow and eye liner, powdered her cheeks a little, and looked herself over. All her doubts of being too mature or not pretty enough were gone. She was sexy as hell, no denying that—even she would admit it! But she didn't want to be a slut in public. She was hoping that she might make it through the night if nobody really was out tonight to see her. After all, it was early still and it wasn't a weekend. Maybe everywhere would be deserted. As she was about to leave the bathroom, for good measure she pulled out her eye pencil and darkened the whiskers and nose spot.

He had come back, dressed up in a sharp-looking suit and tie. He escorted her outside to the car, and opened the door for her. She got in and with her tail in sat down slowly and gingerly, just as she had learned with her butt-plugs. He got in the driver's side, and they drove off to a nearby Italian restaurant they had been to before.

He pulled in, and had the valet park the car. The valet opened the door for her. She got out slowly and very ladylike so as not to flash the world anything under that dress. He was a young k**—probably a teenager—and he gave her an obvious up-and-down look as she stepped out. He exclaimed "Wow, lady! Great costume!" Then as an afterthought, he added "Nice cat, but you forgot the tail!"

At this point, he had stepped from around the driver's side, handed the k** the keys, and offered his hand to his wife.

"A tail's a good idea, but we couldn't figure out how to attach one to her dress!" he joked back to the k**. "Right dear?"

She blushed shyly, the kitty tail seeming to burn between her cheeks underneath the dress. "That's right," she said softly.

He escorted her into the restaurant on his arm into the restaurant and up to the hostess stand.

"Reservation for two at six, Tabby party," he said to the girl behind the podium. The hostess was a attractive young blond girl who was referencing the books when they walked up, and she looked up at them for the first time as he spoke. "Certainly, I have you right here," she said. "Costume party?" she offered, as she looked at Susanne.

"Of course!" he replied.

"But where's your costume?"

"Well, can't you tell? I'm Pussy's owner."

Susanne felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the hidden truth in the statement, but the girl didn't seem to react to the double-entendre. She just said, "That's lame. At least your wife had the decency to think up a good costume. You should have gotten off work a little early to do the same."

He played the game back to the girl. "You're right. I wish I would have gone out and bought a costume for the occasion, but I ran out of time." Of course Susanne knew the truth about his shopping trip all for her, which made her even redder. Good thing this restaurant had dim light!

"I thought so!" the girl said, as she led them to their table.

Their table was in the rear corner of the restaurant off the beaten path, but somewhat to the restrooms. This part of the restaurant had a bench running along the wall so that one part of each couple would have shared seating with the other patrons. Several two-top tables were against the bench, with a single chair at each table opposite the bench. The tables were large for a couple, and generously spaced so that they could both sit on the bench side side-by-side, which they did. The tablecloth reached to the floor, so they had to slide in gingerly to not accidentally pull it off the table. The hostess quickly rearranged the place settings to accommodate their shift to dine side-by-side and walked away.

"God you're sexy!" he said to her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, planting a huge deep kiss on her red lips.

The Matri'd walked up to their table and smiled a knowing smile at them. "Any wine or cocktails this evening?"

He broke their embrace and opened the wine list, gave a quick perusal, and said "Bin #39, please."

"An excellent choice. I'll be right back," he said and strode off.

He turned to her and said "I'll do the ordering for us, but there's something special on the menu! I picked this table especially for tonight. Don't think that Tuesday night at senior dining hours was an accident either. I don't want anyone around."

She didn't know what that meant exactly, but she could guess.

The Matri'd came back, and poured their glasses after the requisite wine game. The waiter came over, and he ordered for them: bruschetta as a starter, and a salad and pasta primavera to split since the portions were large. He ordered the pasta without asparagus, and she smiled to herself. He had been a vegetarian for a long time now, and she had always maintained that his come tasted better after he stopped eating meat. But now that they had started their game, instead of giving him head once a month or so, she was sucking him off several times a week. And he had changed his diet in consideration. He had started eating several stalks of celery a day, a pineapple a week, and avoiding asparagus to make his come taste sweeter for her.

They talked and joked like old times, and with the glass of wine and the comfortable atmosphere, she started to relax and even forgot that she was dressed like a cat in public. Hell, she thought, nobody knew what they were up to, so it was all in good fun! The food came, and they ate with relish.

Once they had finished their meal, he placed his hand on her stocking, and slid it up the garter so it was resting on her bare leg only an inch away from her pussy. Of course with the long tablecloth resting on their laps, nobody in the restaurant could see anything that went on.

"Now that dinner's done, it's time for dessert," he said. "Get on your knees under this table, and I don't want you back up here until you have a mouth full of come. And don't swallow either—I want to see it."

She gasped, and quickly looked around the restaurant. It was still too early for most diners; although there were some people in the far front of the place, nobody was seated anywhere near them. And none of the staff were around to have heard what her husband said. "I can't do that!" she cried.

"You can, and you will. Don't stall, or you'll really get punished. Now be a good little girl and get to work. I'll give you a signal for the all-clear to come up, so you don't need to worry about being spotted."

She looked around again—nobody. If he did watch out for her, maybe nobody would notice. She took a deep breath and held it. Her heart was racing a mile a minute—she'd never done anything like this! She was actually very excited at the possibility of doing something this incredibly dirty in public without getting caught. She took one last look, and didn't see anyone, so she quickly dove underneath the table. She looked all around her, and the tablecloth reached to the floor all around her. She thought to herself it had probably been designed by some perverted Italian who knew it could be used to completely hide some little tart just like her!