Tales of Bondage and Submission: Award Winning Erotica

by Powerone

  "Not in my butt, that is going to hurt so much. Please, let me fuck you with my pussy, I'll squeeze real tight,” she begged him, hoping to get him to change his mind about degrading her and fucking her asshole.

  "I wouldn't miss the chance to fuck that ass for anything Sarah. I'll be around after Michael finishes with you. Leave your door unlocked and I want you naked in bed. I want you when your asshole is still swollen and sore from Michael fucking it. I'm going to enjoy making you scream again,” his hands left her body and he moved away. “Don't forget, naked in bed tonight, on your stomach,” laughing as he walked down the hall.

  Sarah ate lunch, her appetite almost gone as she thought of what was going to happen tonight. She went back to work, cleaning for a couple of hours until John again caught up with her.

  "Michael wants you in the study tonight at 7:00 sharp. He wants you in camisole, panties, garter belt, stockings and a pair of three inch heels, nothing else.” He leaned in closer to her again, “he has left an enema bag in your room. Make sure you use it at least twice before tonight, hot water and fill it completely. Let it stay inside you at least ten minutes. He wants you squeaky clean when he fucks you. I can help you if you want?"

  "No, NO, I know what to do,” ashamed at the act they wanted her to do, even more afraid that John would be there when she would have to do it. She quickly ran down the hall, hearing John's laughter at her humiliation. She had never used an enema bag before. She had heard about them, some of the girls had mentioned them; none of them had anything good to say about the experience. They provoked painful cramping and were humiliating to perform. Now she had even more to dread.

  She skipped dinner, not much use; it would be flushed from her body by the enema. She went to her room, the large, red enema bag hanging above her bathtub, the tube running down, the nozzle threatening. The nozzle was large. It was tapered, growing bigger and bigger, over four inches long, a series of holes running along the edges. She sat down on her bed, staring blankly at the enema bag, dreading it. She looked at the clock, 5:30; she would have to start soon. John had told her she had to do it twice and hold it each time inside her for ten minutes. She needed time to take a bath after the ordeal.

  She walked over to the bathtub, letting the hot water come out of the bath tap. She picked up the bag and let the hot water fill it slowly, watched as the bag slowly began to bulge out as it filled with the steamy water. When it was filled, she screwed in the plug that connected the nozzle to the bag by the long tube. It must have over two quarts of water in it. She let her hand run over the nozzle, felt how hard and long it was. She noticed the bottle of lubricant on the edge of the bed, instantly she knew why it was left. She turned the handle on the tube, the hot water rushed quickly out the holes before she shut it off again. God, it came out so fast.

  She took off her clothes until she was naked and put a towel on the floor next to the tub. She hung the heavy enema bag from the top of the tub, the long tube and nozzle fell to the floor with a loud noise. She picked up the lubricant and dipped the large nozzle into it, coating it liberally. She got down onto the floor on her hands and knees, reached back with the lubricated nozzle and pushed it against her tiny anus. She shivered as she felt the cold lubricant touch her hot anus. She slowly pushed on the nozzle, felt the pressure on her anus. She gritted her teeth as the nozzle slowly opened her anus, the nozzle slide effortlessly on the lubricant. It was thicker then the fingers that had opened her up and this was tougher, she was doing it, reluctant to force it farther in when it began to hurt. She stopped pushing, held it tight into her but as she felt her sphincter trying to force it out.

  She reached for the handle on the tube and released it; the water instantly began to flow. She could feel the hot water rush into her rectum, her body turned warmer as it was heated from the inside. She felt a sharp pain as her colon slowly began to fill, the bag rapidly deflated as her stomach began to bulge out. She lowered her head; a dizzy feeling overcame her, her ass still arched up high into the air, the bag now empty inside her. She looked at the clock, the hand moved slowly as it ticked off ten minutes. The pain came after two minutes; her body began to sweat from the hot water. Another cramp and her stomach groaned noisily. Eight minutes, her sphincter tightened on the nozzle, afraid of letting loose the water contained inside her. Finally ten minutes, a relief as she finally expelled the fluid.

  She got back into position again as the filled bag hung up again. This time she knew what to expect and she dreaded it even more. The cramping had been extremely painful. She turned the handle, wanting to get it over; the water filled her again, this time it seemed to rush into her colon quicker, the painful cramping began almost instantaneously. The next ten minutes were sheer agony; tears fell from her eyes as she whimpered each time a cramp overcame her, her head rested on the floor, her ass still offered high up into the air. Finally she expelled the fluids and settled into the hot bath, soaked the sweat and anguish from her body as the soothing water bathed her problems temporarily away. She looked at the clock, time to get dressed and face the painful sodomy.

  She looked in the mirror, her half naked body shone back at her. Her nipples pressed out the silky camisole, her panties clung tightly to her body, able to see her pussy lips between her legs, her bush bulged the material at the top. Her garter belt highlighted her pussy, seemingly framing it. The muscles in her legs were drawn tight from the three inch heels that forced her legs up. But she did look good. She went to grab her robe but remembered John's words, “nothing else.” She opened the door and was startled to see John standing across the hall.

  He whistled at her, “I knew you would going to look good, couldn't miss seeing you before Michael is finished with you. Turn around, let me see that sexy ass,” he ordered her.

  She complied, turned her back to him as she felt his eyes burn a hole in her.

  "Bend over and grab your ankles, I want to see your panties tighten up on your nice ass."

  She did as he said, her hands slide down her legs until they reached her ankles, locked tightly on them, difficult to hold the position. She could feel her panties stretching tightly over her ass cheeks and could only imagine what she looked like from behind.

  "Spread you legs some more, Sarah,” he told her.

  She let her legs move open, her feet balanced precariously on the high heels as her legs spread wider. She felt him move closer to her and she braced herself when she would feel his hands on her again.

  His cock jumped when he touched her tight ass cheeks, clad in the tightly stretched silk panties. He let his finger run up and down her crease. “Is your asshole nice and clean for Michael's cock, Sarah? I hope so, because you will probably have to suck his cock clean after he fucks you up the ass.” He slapped her hard on the ass. “Now get going Sarah, I'll see you tonight,” as he grabbed his hard cock in his pants. “This is going up your tight ass tonight,” he threatened.

  Sarah entered the library clad in only her underwear, her high heels clicking on the hard floors of the hallway. She already noticed the new pieces of equipment in the room, not knowing what there uses would be, but sure that she would she would be bound to them obscenely. There were ropes that hung from the ceiling, thick hemp rope tied to large eye bolts in the ceiling. She realized quickly that this was not going to be a quick fuck. Michael looked up from the chair, a smile on his face. She looked down at his robe, his cock already pushing out the silky garment out. “Good evening, Sir."

  "You certainly look beautiful tonight. Come over here and stand in front of me, I want to see you better,” as he motioned her over to his chair. He watched as she moved towards him, her hips glided along, the muscles in her legs drawn tight by the high heels. The gentle sway of breasts as they moved beneath the silk camisole as her nipples slide along the material stimulated them to hardness.

  Sarah stood in front of Michael, watched as his eyes move down to her panties and the garter belt that highlighted her naked thighs. She didn't have to be told, she l
et her legs part as her creamy thighs spread.

  "That's a good girl, Sarah; you're learning your place in this house. A little more please,” his hand reached out to rub up and down her naked thighs, moved from the top of her nylons to between her legs, but only teased her panty covered pussy, not wanting to touch it. “Such smooth, silky skin you have, Sarah. I love young flesh, so soft and supple.” He put his hands on her hips. “Turn around, let me see that delicious ass."

  She felt his hands run over her naked flesh, tease between her thighs. She turned, her back to him, his hands returned to rub her naked thighs before they moved up to the juncture of her legs. This time he didn't stop, his hand slide up over her creamy ass, the silk panties taut over her flesh. She felt his hands grip her cheeks as they tightened on her flesh.

  "Such a nice ass, Sarah.” His hands moved up to her back, applied pressure to it, “bend over, I want to see your ass push out on your panties."

  Her head slowly lowered towards the floor, bent in half, the blood rushed to her head as it made her momentarily dizzy. She could feel her panties grow tight over her ass cheeks, almost sure that her pussy and ass were clearly outlined by now.

  Michael's hands returned to her ass, his finger pushed in on her panties where her cheeks parted. He ran it from the top all the way down until he reached her pussy, pushed the silk material in between her pussy lips, felt her moisture begin to wet the material. He let his finger run up and down between her pussy lips, the fleshy lips parted as his thick fingers pushed them aside. “Over here,” his hand slapped her ass cheek hard.

  "OOOW,” she cried out, her head rose as her cheek stung from his hand. She followed him; cringed when she saw where he was took her. She saw the rope hang down from the ceiling, attached to a pulley, able to raise and lower whatever was tied in the ropes. She knew that it was going to be her. “Please Sir, you don't have to tie me, I will obey."

  "You say that Sarah, but I'm not so sure. My cock is going up your tight asshole for the first time. I don't think you will comply willingly. In fact I hope you don't. I tend to enjoy it more when you fight and resist. To a point though."

  She saw him grab the hemp rope, thick, rough rope and move it towards her.

  "Your hands, Sarah,” he ordered her. He grabbed her wrists one at a time as she extended them, wrapped the rope around and around her slim wrist, tied the rope tightly as the rope pushed into her tender skin.

  "Please, it's too tight."

  "Nonsense, Sarah, wait, it will get tighter. Then you can complain,” he laughed. He let go of her wrists and grabbed the other end of the rope. He pulled them, watched her arms began to rise up.

  Sarah tried to fight the rope, but Michael kept pulling her arms up higher and higher. They were now over her head and still rose. Her arms began to stretch out. She was relieved when Michael stopped, secured the rope, her arms pulled up.

  Michael looked at her, stretched tight, her breast pulled up, her nipples pointed and poking out the camisole. Her legs moved, slowly shifted as she staggered to keep her feet on the floor as she swayed. He moved his hands to her waist, steadying her. “Now that is how I like you, bound and stretched.” His hands began to move up her body, slowly raised the camisole up over her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointed. She might complain about being bound, but her body said differently. He pushed the camisole above her breasts, his hands found her firm tits and massaged them, paying special attention to her nipples.

  She was held tightly, Michael's cock pushed into her pussy as her breasts were rudely groped. Fingers gripped her hard nipples tightly, twisted them, igniting a pain in them as he pulled them. “OOOHHH,” she cried, his finger slapped her nipple back and forth, the nail harsh on the sensitive tips. She felt him move behind her, his hard cock now pushed against her ass cheeks, his hands reached around to grab her breast in his big hands.

  "You have such nice tits, Sarah. Such lovely nipples, so big and hard. Do you like my fingers pulling on them? They stretch so nicely.” His hands reached down her hips, slide over her sides then moved back to her ass. Each hand grabbed an ass cheek as they clenching on the taut flesh as he felt her muscles tighten as he did. “Yes, fight back, Sarah, I like that."

  Her feet shuffled, it was hard to maintain her balance with her arms bound high and her feet perched on the high heels. Her hips moved back and forth as he groped her ass, touching her as if he owned her, his hands moved all over her panty covered ass cheeks.

  "Are you wet, Sarah?” His fingers moved to the front, his hand slide down over her taut stomach, paused as it touched her bush. “I love that, Sarah, especially since it is red.” He moved lower, his fingers parted her pussy lips, pushed her tight panties into the groove, her lips pressed tightly against it. He let his finger run up and down her slit, slide along the silk panties, felt her moisture begin to wet them.

  Sarah let her legs spread slightly, not wanting Michael to notice, but wanting to feel his finger deeper into her slit. She pushed forward onto the finger, her hips began a gentle back and forth motion, each time she slide back onto the hard cock pushed against her ass. She pushed back farther when she felt a hand pull on her waistband and slide over her naked stomach. She felt him grab her pussy hair and give it a gentle tug.

  He let his fingers lounge in her silky pubic hair, twisted the hairs, feeling them tighten as he did. He let his fingers run farther down, bypassed her clit for now, wanting to tease her. His fingers found her pussy lips, pulled back the puffy lips, her panties pulled out; his finger replaced them in her wetness. “You like being naughty, don't you Sarah? Your pussy is so wet,” he teased her. Both hands pushed into her panties, two hands pulling apart her pussy lips with his thumbs, his index fingers sliding up and down on her juices. He felt her arch her ass back onto his cock, “yes Sarah, push that tight ass back onto my cock, soon you will be fucking back onto it,” his fingers played with her wet pussy.

  It began to feel good, his fingers trailed up and down her wet pussy. She pushed back, wanting to feel his fingers on her clit but he kept moving away each time, teasing her. “Please, touch my clit,” she begged.

  "Soon, Sarah, but first lets get these panties off you.” His fingers gripped the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down her hips. “Such a nice ass, Sarah,” as he slowly revealed her hillocks, her muscled buttocks so silky as he caressed her intimately.

  Sarah felt the panties slip down her butt, felt the cool air of the room on them, knowing she was stripped naked again. She tugged on her bound wrists, not really trying to escape, more to feel the control he had over her. She felt her panties slip down her thighs, stopped by her garter belt. She heard a rip, the flimsy garment shredded on the floor beneath her. She felt him move away from her, afraid of what was next. She heard the sound as it scrapped across the floor, knowing that he moved some bondage apparatus towards her, afraid to look.

  Michael pulled one of John's projects over towards Sarah. She looked so inviting, her body almost naked, her camisole pulled up above her breasts, the youthful tits standing out proudly, her nipples sharp and pointed. Her garter belt and nylon stockings highlighted her naked sex, her flaming red bush a beacon to the eyes. Her legs were perched high upon the high heels, the muscles drawn tight, legs slightly drawn apart, giving a brief glimpse of her pink pussy. But what he was after was nestled between her sharply tightened ass cheeks, the tiny anus that he cherished and would sodomize tonight.

  Sarah saw it when Michael pushed it in front of her. It was a wooden structure; large boards supported the pedestal securely. The top edge was an upholstered bolster, hip high. It was about eight inches wide, leather covered. A thick leather belt was on each side, a shiny metal buckle gleaming in the light. “This will keep your ass arched up, Sarah. It will allow me to fuck into your asshole deeper and will make the thrusts into your tight asshole harder, the bolster preventing you from pushing away. You wouldn't like it, but this is all about pleasuring my cock in your virgin asshole."

 
She cringed when she heard his description. She already knew it was going to hurt when he fucked her in the ass; his fingers had been painful enough. Now he had planned to make it even more painful. She saw him let her arms down a bit, leaving a little slack in them. She knew it wasn't because he felt sorry for her, she knew it was so she could be forced back onto the evil contraption, her asshole served up conveniently for his pleasure.

  He moved the bolster in front of her as he pushed it up against her hips. He moved behind her, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her backwards, her ass forced to arch backwards, her outstretched arms securely tied to the eyebolt, prevented her upper body from doing anything but stretch backward. He pulled the bolster back with him as he pulled her back, pushed it tightly up against her hips as he did. Her ass arched up and back with each shove of the heavy bolster.

  She felt her body being stretched backwards. The ropes on her wrists kept her upper body tightly stretched, her back having to bow back, her breasts began to hang down unfettered as her hips were pulled back. He kept pulling her back, her feet having to rise up on her toes as she was slowly pulled up into the position he desired for her. She felt her ass begin to arch upward as her hips pushed against the bolster. It held her back, her ass having only one alternative, to thrust outward.

  He ran his hands up and down her flanks, feeling how taut her muscles were, her ass cheeks pushed up, and her legs still together. He would allow that momentarily. When he was ready, he would secure her spread eagle to the legs of the pedestal and pin her waist to the bolster with the heavy leather strap. For now he wanted to see her ass sway. He intended on spanking her first and would enjoy it as she shook her ass, giving him a glimpse of her pussy and asshole as she moved about. “Comfortable, Sarah,” his hands ran up and down her ass crack as he felt her keep her cheeks tightly clenched. “You look so beautiful, bound and posed for me.” He let his fingers run between her legs, run along her pussy lips as he felt her juices drip down her thighs. “I like how your ass is arched up for me,” his hands grabbed her hips, his cock rubbed up against her naked ass cheeks, unable to escape. “Yes, it's going to feel so nice once I feed your tight, hot asshole my cock,” he taunted her.