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 This is the first of several stories I am writing.  One of the works in
progress is the same story from the other party's viewpoint and there is a
return trip involved where here visits her.  These are at various stages of
completion and I would be more than happy if you wanted to send me your
feedback to burningfences@yahoo.com





   I was anxious, nervous and excited.  I was about to open my new post box
to discover what mysteries would be inside.  As I opened the box I found a
small gift box type parcel which looked like it could hardly contain
anything at all.  After opening it and brushing aside the elegantly folded
lining paper and neatly bowed ribbon, I found I was almost correct.  Inside
was simply a tiny little skirt made of the flimsiest material, cute enough
and very pretty but it was obvious it was not intended to cover very much
at all.

   This had been sent to me after I had accepted a most unusual invitation,
which went like this: To: "Emma" <emma@yahoo.com>
From: "Bernie" <burningfences@yahoo.com>
Date: 13/03/2008 10:40AM
Subject: Adventure

   "You have been invited to enjoy the most thrilling sexual adventure of
your life.  This adventure will enable you to explore your darkest sexual
desires.  It promises to take you where you have never been.

   To do this I ask of you only one thing - total and complete submission.

   This will not involve physical domination or abuse however it will
require you to accept every instruction precisely and without challenge. 
Every emotion you feel you must allow to happen, do not attempt to control
anything.  It is important that you do not do anything you are not
instructed to do."

   I am normally quite assertive but this concept of submission in the
bedroom actually appealed to me.  In fact I had started to get quite warm
and moist reading this invitation.  It had been sent to me by a friend I
had been corresponding with by email and phone but he lived in a different
city.  We had one opportunity to meet and it was a most enjoyable time
indeed.

   I now find myself fantasising about where this `Adventure' could take
me. Questions like `What does he have in mind?  How will he organise this?"
all began racing through my mind.

   Anyway back to this tiny little skirt.  Did he really expect me to wear
that?  When I got home I tried it on and it only came past my pussy by
about 3 inches.  With the flimsy material and the distinct lack of material
this skirt was going to be a challenge indeed.  The slightest breeze would
see the hem of it rising above my behind and exposing everything
underneath.

   Included with the skirt was a handwritten note on beautiful stationery.

   "Hello Emma,

   This is the beginning of your Adventure.

   I have enclosed a skirt, which will be the basis of an outfit you will
wear for this adventure.  It will be up to you to complete the outfit to
suit your tastes.  I have only these conditions: You will need to purchase
a top and shoes to match this skirt.  The top must button all the way down
the front and the top button must be no higher than the bottom of your
breasts.  The bottom of the top should also cover the shirring on the
skirt. The shoes must have a heel of no less than 4 inches.  You should
seek to create a smart, classy look using only these additional items.  I
will leave it to you to determine colours, size and fit etc.

   Have fun shopping and let me know when you have completed your purchases

   Regards, Bernie

   Some outfit that would be indeed!  A flimsy skirt that hardly covered
anything at all, and what it did cover could surely be seen through the
material anyway, shoes that I would probably fall off and a top that will
gape open at every movement.  I will certainly draw attention dressed like
that.  Oh well, I had accepted this invitation without knowing what I was
getting into.  Now I knew and I did not know if I was scared or excited or
what I was feeling.  I did know that I liked whatever it was.

   The next few days were a blur; I could not concentrate on anything but
my `Adventure' and the outfit I had to construct.  Could I wear it?  Would
I be too noticeable?  While these thoughts were running through my mind I
was also thinking of the most suitable top and shoes, what style would I
select?  How would I match the colour?

   Three days later I had finished my shopping.  The skirt was a pale blue,
checked style and I had selected a creme jacket that was fitted around my
waist, reasonably snug around my breasts and came down far enough to cover
the shirring of the skirt, just as I had been instructed.  Also, as
instructed, the highest button was positioned right where my bra cups
joined with only the tiniest glimpses of the strap between them being
exposed.  Perfect, I thought, this will not show too much.  The shoes were
a snap; I used to wear 4-inch heels all the time and knew exactly what I
would select.  They were also a creme colour and were strappy little
sandals that tied at the ankle.  They would complement this `outfit'
exactly as I had been instructed, smart and classy.  After all that is me,
smart and classy.

   I was actually quite excited on the way home, feeling like a little girl
who could not wait to try on her new outfit.  And that is exactly what I
did.  As soon as I got home I stripped my clothes off and jumped into my
new outfit.  As expected, the skirt was short, shorter than I usually wore
but it showed off my legs very nicely.  The jacket complemented the skirt
quite well and provided an adequate level of coverage around my breasts and
the shoes, which made my already good-looking legs, look even better.  I
looked good.  I was just not sure I could wear this in public.

   Now I had finished my shopping it was time to tell him.  Again, as
instructed, I sent an email telling him that my shopping task was complete
and I waited.  Nothing happened for about a week, then an email arrived,
very short and succinct: To: "Emma" <emma@yahoo.com>
From: "Bernie" <burningfences@yahoo.com>
Date: 27/03/2008 12:13PM
Subject: Re: Adventure
You have been very prompt completing your first task.  There is a parcel

waiting for you at your post box.  It also contains additional instructions

   Now I was becoming a bundle of mixed emotions.  I was getting wet and my
heart was beating faster and faster.  What else could he possibly be
sending me?  It was my day off tomorrow and I had made my mind up that I
would be at the Post Office at 9:00am sharp.  Excitement and curiosity had
gotten the better of me; I had to know what was in that parcel.

   My hand was trembling as I unlocked my post box.  Sure enough, there was
a parcel waiting for me, similar in size to the first one.  I began opening
it on the way back to my car but discretion got the better of me.  After
all I had no idea what was in there.  Once inside the car I finished
tearing the rest of the wrapping away from the box and flipped the lid off
to discover the same elegantly folded tissue paper and neatly tied ribbon
as before.  Beneath these was the same elegant stationery with the familiar
handwriting on it.  I didn't bother to read the note, as the remainder of
the box's contents became evident.

   The first item I saw was a bra, well what looked like a bra.  It was
white, lacy and really only the structure of a bra.  There were no cups at
all, simply the underwire covered by some white material and finished with
lace on the edges.  A chill went down my spine as I remembered the outfit I
had put together under his instructions.  This `bra' was clearly intended
to be worn with my outfit and I was obviously going to be on show.  Anyone
who cared to look was going to be in for a nipple bonanza.  My attention
was quickly dragged from the bra by the next item in the box, a pair of
silver balls about the size of ping-pong balls tied together with an
additional string on one of them.  They were in a neatly packaged box and
title `Duo Balls'.  Next were 2 envelopes one with the words `Airplane
Ticket' on it and the other with the words 'Travel Instructions - do not
open until advised' on it.

   By this time I remembered the handwritten note and began to read it:
Hello Emma,

   Congratulations on coming this far.  I assume that by now you are well
and truly intrigued.  You will already have seen the contents of the parcel
and be wondering what will happen from here.

   Let me fill you in.

   The bra is obviously part of your outfit, so too are the Duo Balls. 
Both items are to be worn on the day of your adventure.  The Airplane
ticket is a return trip to Melbourne.  You may open this at any time.

   The other envelope is your travel instructions and you must not open
this until the day before you travel.  You should by now have all the items
that you will need to complete this Adventure.

   As part of your preparation for this Adventure, and the only thing you
will need to do before you depart, you will need to make sure that you have
removed all your pubic hair by way of waxing no more than 2 days before
your departure date.

   Regards, Bernie

   My heart was now pounding, my clit throbbing and my pussy was so wet my
panties were soaked and threatening to show through my trousers.  I had to
get home.

   All the way home my legs were trembling and my clit just would not stop
throbbing.  Pussy juice just kept trickling down onto my panties so that I
was now a sodden mess.  The first thing I did was peel my trousers and
panties off and tend to my aching need.  It had been a long time since my
senses had reacted like this and I was not going to let this opportunity go
by without enjoying it.

   After my second orgasm I had little energy left, nervous expulsion and
the two mind-blowing orgasms I had just treated myself to had consumed it
all.  I cleaned myself and started to think.  The flight was only a week
away!  I suddenly realised that I had committed myself to dressing up for a
relative stranger, travelling to an interstate city, leaving myself
available to this stranger's every whim and then expecting to travel home
again as if nothing had happened.  I could not believe it, I was horny
again.  I checked the state of my pubic hair and called the beautician to
make an appointment for the waxing.

   The day before the flightwas a Sunday and was one of my days off.  That
gave me all day to think about tomorrow and prepare myself.  I was now able
to open the Travel Instructions envelope to see what the next 48 hours held
for me.  I nervously stripped away the seal and emptied the contents - a
one-page set of instructions and another envelope title `Airplane
Instructions - open when onboard'.  The instructions were typed this time:
-

   Hello Emma,

   It is now only 24 hours before your Adventure begins.  This is your last
chance to pull out.  It would be completely understandable if you decided,
even at this late stage, to change your mind.

   Assuming you do not this is what you are to do: Tomorrow lay out your
outfit so that you can clearly see what you will be wearing.

   Pack anything that you will need for your own personal grooming during
the day and any security items such as credit card, licence cash etc. 
After you get to the Airport you should not have to spend any money so it
will not be necessary to bring a lot.  Remember to pack your Airplane
Instructions.

   Bathe luxuriously, a bubble bath might be a good idea, and spoil
yourself.  You may play near your private parts but under no circumstances
are you to touch your nipples, clitoris or slide your fingers inside your
pussy lips.

   When you have finished your bath take your time dressing, admire your
body, study it and identify the areas that give you the most pleasure. 
While you are dressing ensure you put your favourite perfume, Burberry,
under your breasts and on the outside of your vagina lips.

   Now it is time to dress yourself.  Start with the Duo Balls inserting
both of them inside your vagina.  Once they are in give them a little tug
to ensure they are not going to fall out.  Now put on your bra and shoes.
At this point stop and admire yourself in the mirror.  Notice how your legs
tighten in the high heels and your breasts jut out begging to be noticed.
After this you may put on your skirt and top.  You are now dressed, there
is to be no item of clothing added beyond this point.

   When you get to the Airport you are to ask for a seat as near to the
middle of the plane as possible.  When you are on board and seated you may
open your `Airplane Instructions'

   Regards, Bernie

   By the time I had finished reading this my face was flushed, my hands
were shaking and knees trembling.  Twenty-four hours was going to be a long
time.  I read that letter another five times during the day.  Every time I
had the same reaction.

   The next morning came and it was time to get started.  I began laying
out the outfit in total disbelief.  Firstly that I had agreed to do this
and had not pulled out, even though the opportunity had been specifically
offered and secondly that I would be wearing such a brief and flimsy
outfit. I remembered my first thoughts when I saw this skirt; one puff of
wind is all it will take.  Looking out the window, I was relieved to see
that it was dead calm, unlike my stomach, which was getting eaten up by
butterflies.

   My bath was full and I hopped into it.  The suggestion of a spa bath was
a stroke of genius, I love them and it did help to calm my nerves.  I
stayed in until the water turned cold and began to dry myself.  My thoughts
turned to the outfit again.  I had been teasing myself in the bath and,
with the thoughts of what the rest of the day might hold, made myself quite
wet.  Just as well as it was time to put those balls inside me and the
lubrication would be quite useful.  The balls slipped in easily and moved
into place of their own accord.  They felt heavy and I felt a little
`full'. After giving them a little tug it was obvious that if I stayed this
wet they were going to create their own distractions.

   Bra and shoes came next and this outfit was starting to take shape.  I
stopped to take a look and had to admit, I liked what I saw.  Tall and slim
with perky breasts jutting out seeking attention just as he had written. 
The skirt was next but it made little difference to whether I felt dressed
or not.  It was so light it was like I still had nothing on.  The jacket
went on over it and I was starting to feel a little more secure.  However,
I had tried this on with my standard bras and had not allowed for the
`lift' and openness provided by this shelf of a bra.  My breasts just kept
pushing the damn thing open.  More than one person was going to get an
eyeful of nipple today.

   Driving to the Airport was not my idea of fun.  It was peak hour and the
airport was on the other side of the city.  An hour and a half later and I
was in line waiting for my seat allocation.  He was quite specific I must
ask for the middle of the plane.  I did this and eventually found my way to
my seat.  My seat was as near to the middle as possible and was surrounded
by people on all sides.  I was getting a lot of attention from all the men
onboard, strangely they all seemed to be smiling at my breasts.  Well not
really that strange as I could see down my jacket and there was no
mistaking what was just inside there for every body's voyeuristic pleasure,
two of the most inviting nipples sticking out and just aching for someone
to suck them.

   They weren't the only things aching, with the balls moving around inside
me my pussy was on fire, swollen and wet.  It was a constant effort to keep
those things from slipping out and bouncing along the ground in front of
me. I was not going to let that happen.  The constant pressure served to
increase the sense of fullness and added to the excitement.  It was a
self-fulfilling circle and I was stuck in the middle of it

   I found my seat and made myself comfortable while everyone around me was
getting organised.  It was time to see what those last instructions would
be.  Peeling the envelope open and pulling the instructions out I noticed
that they were not the same as the last set, they had been type in huge
print and could be read from ten feet away: -

   You are now on the last leg of your journey to Melbourne where your
Sexual Adventure will take place.  I trust you enjoyed the Adventure so
far.

   The flight is only a short one however you should ensure you are
comfortable.  When everyone is settled stand up and make your way to the
toilet, remember to reach up and take your cosmetic bag with you.  When you
make your way to the aisle make sure you face the people seated next to
you.

   Once you are in the toilet remove one of the balls and allow it to hang
between your legs.  The other one is to remain inside you.  When you return
replace your cosmetic bag in the overhead locker and make your way back to
your seat, again facing everybody as you move past them.

   As you sit down make sure that your skirt is flipped up behind you so
that your bare bottom is in direct contact with the seat.

   When you get to Melbourne there will be a car waiting for you to take
you to your hotel.  Your room number is 6o9.  Check in and go to the room.
There will be a blindfold, which you will put on and then stand in the
middle of the room.

   This was going to take some doing.  My face was getting more and more
flushed as I read.  The guy beside me had tried to start up conversation
and was now idly trying to read my instructions.  I was franticly trying to
hide them.  My stomach was churning and my knees had begun to shake.  This
set of tasks felt impossible.  My skirt covered so little as it was, the
material was see through and when I reached up to get my bag the skirt was
going to ride up even higher.  Not to mention that the people sitting next
to me would have their eyes only inches from my hairless and pantyless
pussy.  I was also concerned about how far that ball was going to hang
down. Would my skirt be long enough to cover it?

   I sat and waited for everyone to get settled.  This would give me time
to get used to the idea, I thought.  However I just got more and more
nervous.  I was never going to be able to do this.  Then I reminded myself
I had committed to doing everything I was told.  Silly me, but I was
committed.  A few more minutes passed and everyone was seated.  It was now
or never.  I unlatched my seatbelt and made a move to get up, aware that
every movement would expose my breasts to all and sundry and that my skirt
would provide little coverage while I was leaning forward to stand. 
Everyone within eyesight of me would be watching my every move.

   As I stood I could feel everybody's piercing eyes on me.  My knees were
shaking and I did not know if I would be able to get to the aisle. 
Gradually I made it avoiding eye contact with as many people as possible
however it was now time to put on the real show by reaching for my cosmetic
bag.  This was going to allow my skirt to ride up at the back possibly
exposing my butt and also the front of the skirt would drape forward and
upwards, oh my bare, pantiless pussy would be almost in somebody's face. 
Here goes, the bag was easily located so I reached in and pulled it down as
quickly as possible.  As I turned I could see everybody watching me now off
to the toilet.  I hope this material is not too see through.

   I made the adjustments to the balls and cleaned up.  Despite all my
fear, I was as horny as hell.  Every one of my senses was on fire.  One
touch to my clit would have sent me into instant orgasm the likes of which
would certainly have never been heard from an Airplane toilet before.  As
commanded, I resisted the urge and made my way back to my seat.  As
expected everyone was waiting for me come out and they were all smiling
expectantly.  With that ball swinging between my thighs I felt certain that
I was going to put on some kind of show for them all.  The extra movement
of it meant that it was pulling on the one inside me and I had to squeeze
even harder to keep it in there.  Needless to say, this only made the
sensation between my lips even greater.  I was going to orgasm any minute
and I had not even touched the damn thing.

   Everybody enjoyed the show of me putting my cosmetic bag away and I
proceeded to move past everybody to my seat.  Surely they could smell my
sex aroma by now.  It was virtually running down my legs and those balls
were about to fall on the floor any minute.  The sensation was excruciating
yet so pleasurable I could not believe it.

   Now to get into my seat.  I squeezed past everyone in my row of seats
facing them as instructed.  With their eyes only inches from my pussy I
felt sure everyone could see straight through this skirt and that they were
staring straight at the hottest, wettest pussy there had ever been.  How
was I going to spin around and flip my skirt up without showing them this
hot little fun parlour?  It took some timing but I finally managed it
without giving away too much.  The guys next to me were certainly waiting
keenly and only made a slight pretence of reading their airline magazines,
lifting their eyebrows as I approached and making sure they knew where the
bottom of my skirt was.  As I got closer I prepared to do my little spin
and allow the skirt to balloon upwards so that I could catch the back of it
close to the seat and keep it from hitting the seat.  That part worked
quite well except that the front of my skirt was pulled backwards and, as I
sat, the hem rode up my thigh to an impossible point almost completely
exposing my pussy.  I need not have worried though, as both guys either
side of me were eagerly watching my jacket opening as I sat down so they
got a great view of my erect nipples instead.

   Fortunately, the rest of the flight was fairly uneventful.  I needed the
time to get my senses under control.  I waited until everybody else had
moved off the plane before I started to disembark.  Slowly I made my way to
the exit to be greeted by a well-dressed chauffer holding a card with my
name on it.  He introduced himself and was clearly happy to have me as a
client that day.  He could not take his eyes off me.  At least he kept his
distance and chatted pleasantly, informing me that we only had a short
drive to my hotel.

   The walk to the car was excruciating Every step was agony.  Those
fucking balls are insidious.  At first you hardly notice them, and you
think they're overhyped rubbish.  Then they start to make their presence
felt.  Especially the one on the outside.  The inner ball starts clattering
against the outer one, and it hits against your lips, and it starts to feel
quite freaky.  Then you become more conscious of the one inside you too,
and you're not sure whether what you're feeling is real, or if you're just
imagining it.  But it's academic because whether they're real or not you
think you're feeling them, and the more you think about it the stronger
they get.  Eventually, all you can think about are the sensations building
up in your vagina.  And what is worse - much, much, much worse - is that
all the time you're debating this, gravity is threatening to expel them, so
you have to keep contracting your muscles.  And that inevitably adds to the
sensation.  I staggered to the car, forcing myself to keep the balls in
place.  This seemed to add to the stimulation, so I would relax, and they
would start to fall out.  I had to keep stopping, pressing my thighs
together like you do when you need a piss, and try to use my vaginal
muscles to manoeuvre them back up again.  I'm not sure that actually had
any effect, but nonetheless I felt compelled to do it.

   At one point I was convinced they were dropping and I actually stopped
and crouched down on my haunches.  Again, I tried to ripple my muscles to
pull them back but it made no difference.  I looked around furtively and
didn't see anyone close by so I quickly pressed my hand up my skirt to poke
the second ball back into place.

   And the fucking thing already was.  It felt like it was sliding out to
join the other one, but it was actually perfectly secure.  Fuck!  And as
soon as I started to walk the damned sensations started up again, like
little monsters, tickling and scratching at my insides.  Nothing
sensational, nothing over-the-top, but all so unbearable.  I was almost
screaming, my fists clenched, jaw clamped.It was the longest short walk
I've ever known.  I was exhausted by the time I got to the car.

   We were underway in a couple of minutes and my mobile phone went off. 
It was a text message " Make sure the driver sees your pussy when he lets
you out of the car".  Well, why not?  Just about everybody else had seen it
or come close to seeing it that day.  Besides it would be a fleeting
glimpse and then I would be safe inside the hotel room.  It was only a
short drive and I found myself preparing to let my driver get a good look
under my skirt at my pussy in all its glory and with a ball bearing hanging
out of it.  It was his lucky day.

   As he came around to open my door I prepared to spread my legs to get
out of the car and let my skirt do the rest.  As I got out of the car it
would fall back down and that would be that.  Easy.  Almost.  I spread my
legs and he got the look of his life, then I started to get out of the car
not realising I had put my hand on my skirt on the seat to push myself out
of the car.  This meant that my skirt kept riding up almost to my waste
giving the whole hotel staff a great sight.  Again, eyes were following me
and I could feel the stares.  At least the driver got his look as I had
been told to do.  Being exposed like that only served to rekindle my senses
and I was off again.  Nipples and clitoris throbbing like mad, they really
did need some attention.

   Room 6o9 was neat as a pin with a Queen size bed at one end and a huge
spa bath full of bubbling hot water at the other.  I needed to sit down as
the walking had set the balls moving again and I was close to orgasm, my
knees were about to collapse.  As I sat I took in the contents of the room.
It had been setup with aromatherapy candles and bunches of white roses.  A
nice touch.  There on the bed was the blindfold.  It seemed to beckon me.
What the hell, this was why I was here.  I picked it up and put it over my
head moving to the centre of the room.  I pulled the blindfold down over my
eyes and waited.

   I had been standing there for several minutes not seeing or knowing what
was going to happen.  I did know that my pussy was on fire and moisture was
running down my legs.  The sensation of expectation was intense.  I could
feel an eruption coming inside me any minute.  At that point the door
opened and someone came in, moving quietly.  I heard a click and then the
sound of soft, soothing music.  I could feel this person moving around the
room coming closer and closer.  A breath of air on my neck and then the
feel of lips against my ear.  This sent a tingling sensation down my spine
straight to my pussy and onwards.  A hand brushed my hair back from ears
and traced along my neck, another tingling sensation.

   I was fully dressed, nobody had touched any of my intimate parts and I
was on the verge of orgasm like I had never felt before.  Every inch of my
body was screaming out to be touched, licked or kissed.  Yet nothing
happened, only silence.  A silence that teased my senses even more.  Less
is certainly more.  I was trembling, my knees shaking.  I was going to
collapse any minute.  Then I felt a hand on my jacket; ever so gently the
buttons were being undone.  So gentle that the fabric of the jacket hardly
moved.  Quickly, the jacket was completely open and it was falling away
brushing my nipples as it opened, the silky lining teasing them.  This was
like an electric shock that set my nipples tingling with excitement.  Then
a hand at my skirt, lifting slowly, exposing my pussy and then allowing it
to drop.  An inspection!  I was being checked to see that I had complied
with all the instructions.

   Then I could feel the sides of my jacket being pushed open further,
exposing my breasts fully and sliding over my shoulders.  I could feel
myself becoming naked.  The jacket slid down my arms and away from me.  I
was then aware of fingers tracing up my ribcage to my armpits, then over my
breasts but not touching my nipples.  Oh God, how I wished he would just
touch them!!  Next I felt his fingers reach inside the waist band of my
skirt, gradually expanding it so it would move easily over my hips and then
sliding down my legs.  I remembered how I looked this morning, staring at
myself in the mirror dressed only in my bra and shoes.  He must have been
enjoying the view because I could sense no movement at all.  It is funny
how your other senses are heightened when one of them is taken away from
you.

   Just then hands brushed across my nipples sending electric shock through
my body and down to my pussy which is where the hands went.  Tracing down
my stomach to my smooth, bare pussy lips where they opened me up exposing
my hard, throbbing clit.  Immediately I could feel his tongue on my clit.
Oh God, that was good.  This is what I had been waiting for since receiving
that invitation.  I was getting close to orgasm.  I could feel the tingling
in the lower part of my stomach and I knew it would not be long until I
came.  Involuntarily, I started moaning and pushing my hips so he get his
tongue on my clit easier, which he did for just a brief time then it
stopped.

   His hand moved to my hand and took it, leading me to another part of the
room.  I stopped abruptly when I bumped gently into a piece of the
furniture, a chair it seemed.  I could feel pressure from his hand in the
middle of my back pushing me forward but I could not go any further.  Then
I realised he wanted me to lean forward which I did.  He guided me forward
and over the back of the chair until my hands and then my head were
touching the seat of the chair.  It was then that I remembered the balls
inside me as they rolled forward inside me and settled on the front wall of
my vagina.  An interesting sensation indeed.

   I then felt him tying the smoothest of silk to my wrists and then to the
legs of the chair.  Then I felt his finger in my butt crack gently tracing
down my crack to my thigh.  Oh that was so good!  But he did not stop
there. Gently he pushed on my left leg forcing it wider opening me up a
little.  Then he tied the same silk to my ankle and secured it to the
chair. Then he did the same to my right leg.  Now I was wide open and well
and truly exposed and completely helpless!

   He left me like this for what seemed like ages and, whilst I felt a
little embarrassment at being trussed up like this I was also getting
hornier, if that was possible.  My clit was throbbing, my lips were swollen
and my juices were flowing so much my thighs were getting wet.  I had never
done anything like this before and yet it excited me so much.

   I felt my anticipation build.  What would happen?  I wondered.  Where
would he touch me first?  The thoughts of what might happen next ran
through my mind as fast as I could think of them.  I knew my pussy was now
soaking wet.  I could feel each slight draft of air as it passed over my
wetness.  Each minute seemed like hours and all I could hear was the sound
of my own heartbeat racing a mile-a-minute.

   The touch directly at the centre of my anus was a shock and surprise.  I
gasped out loud as the tip of a finger circled the centre of my rosebud. 
It was cold and slippery.  The finger moved in a minute circular motion,
teasing the sensitive opening.  It only took a moment and my bottom began
moving with the motion of the finger, undulating almost obscenely despite
myself.  The finger paused for a moment, waiting directly in the centre of
the opening and I held my breath.  It was as though time was suspended,
waiting for the next movement.  When it came, a moment later, it was a long
firm movement.  His forefinger slid fully into my bottom until it was
embedded to the third knuckle.  I gasped and arched my back at the
sensation of his finger penetrating me.  The finger pulled out slowly only
to be thrust back in again.  I couldn't believe the sensations.  I had
never imagined I could get so hot from being touched there.  My pussy was
soaking wet and burning hot.  Again his finger withdrew and then plunged
into me.  This time I couldn't stifle a moan at the feeling.

   The finger pulled from me slowly and my anal muscles pulled in a vain
attempt to keep his finger inside me.  My breathing was coming in short
ragged breaths now and I knew that if he kept up the violation of my bottom
any longer, I would come from that sensation alone.

   I whimpered softly as his finger pulled from me.  I waited, my back
arched slightly.  I knew that the position left my bottom pushed out and in
my submissive position, I imagined how I must look, my bottom and pussy
offered from behind to my part time lover.  I waited quietly for whatever
he had planned next.  I did not have to wait long.  His fingers began
sliding up my thigh, moving slowly closer and closer to my wetness.  He
cupped my mound gently with one hand and began stroking my pussy lips
lengthwise.  I waited for him to take me there but he had other plans.  One
finger began stroking the length of my slit, moving my juices up and across
my engorged clitoris.  I moaned at the feeling.  Suddenly, I felt my anus
being touched again.  The feeling was cold, lubricant again I guessed.  The
object at my rear passage was not a finger, I quickly realised it was too
hard.  What was it?

   The plastic plug pushed slowly into me, opening my already slippery
bottom.  As the plug was inserted, I felt it getting wider and wider.  My
breathing became ragged, short sharp breaths as the plastic intruder
violated my rectum.  Suddenly the widest part pushed past my sphincter and
the plug became very narrow quickly.  My muscles pulled the plastic up into
me, filling my bottom with it.  The narrowest portion was kept from being
pulled in by a T-handle that was now lodged against my anus.  This meant
that my anus was also kept open.  I felt my stomach muscles ripple in the
beginnings of an orgasm and my anus clamped down hard on the plastic plug.
All it would take would be one tiny movement of the plug or his finger on
my clit and I would be over the edge but he wouldn't let me yet.

   There was a long pause.  A time that seemed endless.

   I felt I was now more under control but the first touch by him on the
plastic plug in my bottom was as though it was an electric shock!  I cried
out at the feeling and arched my back again as he twisted it slowly inside
of me.  His fingers grasped the plug and moved it in and out in minute
movements.  He started to pull the plug from me and I thought I would
faint. My pussy gushed more of my juices and I knew that my thighs were
soaked with them.  I couldn't stop moaning and whimpering as the object was
slowly pulled from me and I felt my sphincter grasp at it despite myself.
My face was beet red both from excitement and the humiliation of so
exposing myself like this A moment later the plug was pulled all the way
out leaving me trembling.

   Now I could feel the head of his cock was just touching my anus.  He was
well lubricated already and my bottom was, of course, completely slippery.
I held my breath, waiting for him to push forward.  He waited a long moment
until I started to relax then pushed the head of his cock into me.  I
gasped.  He was in!  I had never thought it would be so easy and so, so
hot! He held himself there for a moment but I pushed backward, wanting all
of him.  A moment later he was buried in me to the hilt.

   My body was a riot of sensations, my pussy was still soaking wet and my
clit was quivering.  My nipples had been hard since I arrived and now they
were so hard they ached.  The blindfold seemed to centre my attention
completely on what was being done to me.

   He started to move slowly in and out and I started to rock with the
rhythm.  I was getting closer and closer.  I heard his breath getting
shorter and I knew he'd come soon just like me.  The movements were quicker
and deeper now.  It was only a moment before we wouldn't be able to hold
back anymore.  Suddenly he paused, leaving only the head of his cock inside
of me.  I moaned in frustration and tried vainly to push back on him.  Then
he gave a big thrust pushing his penis deep inside me.

   My orgasm started to rush in on me from all sides and as it did, he
again plunged back into me fully and deeply.  I cried out and felt my
rectum squeeze him tight.  That was all it took for him and I felt his come
shoot deep into my bowels as I thrust myself hard back onto him.

   The orgasm seemed to go on forever cascading over me again and again
until he slid out of me, leaving me exhausted and collapsed over the chair,
my silk bonds stopping me from falling to the floor.

   I lay there like for a long time catching my breath and trying to regain
control of my senses.  Then I heard the spa come on.  Oh, the thought of a
spa sounded great right now.

   Then I felt my bonds being untied and I was being helped to my feet. 
This was just as well as my legs would not have supported me at this point;
they were still weak and trembling.  Walking by myself would have been
impossible.  He guided me to the spa and helped me slide into it, the
blindfold still over my eyes.  The warm, soapy water felt good on my skin
and soothing around my throbbing anus.  I half sat and half lay there for
what seemed like ages enjoying the warmth and the bubbles around me.  This
was so relaxing.  Then I heard him enter the bath and felt his hands
lifting me so that I stood in the bath as he washed me with the softest of
sponges.  This was heaven!  I was still enjoying my orgasm afterglow and
now I was being bathed.  I felt like a princess

   He helped me out of the bath and into a bathrobe, then patted me dry. 
When I was reasonably dry he removed the robe and dried all my private
parts with a towel making sure no nook or cranny was missed.  When I was
dry I felt a cold splash on my pussy lips and under my breasts and I could
smell my favourite perfume.

   I then felt his fingers on my pussy lips and he slid one finger inside
my still warm slit pushing in between my extremely swollen lips.  He
grabbed the string on the duo balls and gently pulled.  The sensation was
electric as the balls pulled against my vagina and started to slide out
between my lips.  He let them come out very slowly, teasing my swollen lips
and starting my excitement again.  The balls dropped away and almost
immediately I felt something else being pushed inside me, slightly bigger
than the balls but there was only one this time.  Next I felt his finger
slide between my cheeks and, as before, it was cold and wet but this time
the consistency of the lubricant was much thicker.  He just smeared in
around my anus took his finger away.

   Next I felt my left leg being lifted and placed through what seemed like
the leg hole of a soft, lacy thong.  Then my right leg and pulled it up
around my hips.  He was dressing me.  I had been undressed by men before
but never dressed.  This was indeed a pleasant if somewhat unusual
surprise. Did this mean it was all over?  He had not spoken all this time
and I dared not ask at this time.  He continued dressing me.  Next were my
shoes, then my bra, skirt and jacket.  Then he removed my blindfold and I
saw him standing there stark naked and smiling.

   "Hello", he said simply, "I hope you have enjoyed your adventure so
far".

   "Yes, I have", I replied.  "So far?  Does that mean there is more?"

   "Oh yes, we are nowhere near finished yet", he said.  "It is lunch time
and there is a table booked for us.  I will get dressed and leave you to do
any make up or grooming you consider necessary.  Please meet me in the
dining room"

   It was obvious he expected me not to reply but I was puzzled.  `Nowhere
near finished yet' I could not think what else he had in mind for my
tortured yet very satisfied body.  I went to my make up bag to start
getting ready.  As I walked the thing he had put inside me moved and I knew
whatever he had planned would involve this new invader.  He had dressed
quickly and left me alone.  I was ready and headed down stairs to the
dining room.  That thing resting on the front of my vagina against what had
become a very sensitive area, courtesy of all the activities so far.  My
lips were still swollen and I was very aware of every move I made, walking
only seemed to stimulate me even further.

   By the time I reached the dining room my pussy was quite moist and my
clit was beginning to throb again.  I have to admit I smiled when I walked
thanks to the thing inside me.  The maitre d' checked the table and began
to escort me to it.  Just then I felt a sensation I would remember for the
rest of my life.  The thing in my pussy suddenly came alive!  It started to
vibrate deep inside me and I felt the beginnings of another incredible
orgasm.  Luckily I was only about 10 feet from the table and was able to
make to my chair without giving too much away to the diners around us but I
knew it would not be long before this orgasm would really hit me.

   He greeted me cheerily "Hi, how are you?'

   "Fine", I said

   "Anything wrong?"

   "Not at all, except that my pussy is about to explode into orgasm in
public.  What are you doing to me?"

   He held up a small remote control and flicked the button on it. 
Immediately the vibrating stopped and my impending orgasm began to subside.
That was a relief but I was still so damn horny.

   Lunch progressed fairly normally after that except that now and then I
had to make sure my jacket was not too open.  Judging by the bulge in the
waiter's pants I was sure he was getting a pretty good view.  At the same
time we were getting pretty good service too.  Also the vibrator would come
on every now and then just to keep me aroused.

   I was just finishing my second glass of red wine and, combined with the
effects of that vibrating thing in my pussy, I was starting to feel pretty
relaxed.  Just then he asked, "So how do you like your new thong?"

   I replied, "It's cute but not what I would normally wear"

   "Oh really?  Why is that?"

   "It's a lot smaller than my others" It was actually so tiny it hardly
covered my mound

   "Well if you don't like it I will take it back"

   "There is no need to do that"

   "Yes I will.  Give it to me and I will take it back"

   "Okay, if you insist."

   He held his hand out and it was apparent he was asking me to give him
the thong now.

   "Now?" He nodded and I started to get up to find the ladies.

   "No, take it off here"

   I looked at him and immediately knew he meant it.  His was still
reaching out.

   "Now, please"

   I looked around and no one was paying any attention to us so I slowly
lifted my skirt up, slid the thong down my legs and handed it to him.  Now
I felt vulnerable, naked and hornier than I thought possible.  The vibrator
and this latest challenge had really done their job on me.  Despite having
had two absolutely mind-blowing orgasms already today I was desperate for
another one.  And it felt like it was not far away.

   Lunch was over and we made our way back to the room.  My pussy tingling
from the vibrator and my legs were so weak he was supporting me when we
walked.  When we got into the room we embraced, and I felt his body on
mine. He must have been as horny as me, with his hard on sticking firmly
into my lower stomach.  His face was inches from mine, breath wisping
against my cheek, and it felt more intimate than anything I'd ever
experienced.  Suddenly, I was petrified, too nervous to move, my brow icy
cold and hands hot.  The enormity of what I was doing sunk in.  He bent
forward and kissed me, and I felt his lips brush against my own.  His mouth
opened and his breath mingled with mine, while he ran his fingers through
my hair, gently pulling me closer to him, increasing the intimacy,
tightening the bond.

   His hand dropped to my shoulders and onto my back, fingers etching their
lust on my spine, writing of passion, desire, tracing their way the length
of my body to my pelvis.  Flattening his hand, he slid it onto my hip and
then my buttock, which he smoothed, seduced and pulled towards himself. 
Still, our kiss endured and I was dizzy with desire and lack of air, but
would not let it end.  His hands continued, following the slopes of my
flesh, the contours of my body: waist and stomach, upwards, upwards, to my
breasts, and then he held them, held me, his thumbs grazing my nipples,
over and over, over and over.

   Finally we submitted, we parted our breaths and stood nose to nose.  He
began to unbutton my jacket, so slowly, each button a milepost closer to
his goal, and when he reached my stomach he folded the jacket over my
shoulders, letting it fall, letting me stand before him, aroused and ready.
I slid my skirt over my hips and let it fall to the floor.  He smiled and
nodded; appraising my body then stood back and began to remove his clothes.
I held my breath as he undressed, completely, divesting himself of shirt,
tie and trousers.  He was naked before me.  His cock was erect and hard. 
It looked enormous.  I remembered that only a little while ago that thing
was rammed inside my rectum giving me some of the greatest pleasure I had
ever known.

   He stripped the quilt from the bed and we lay on the sheets, side by
side, staring and touching, my hand on his cheek, finger against his lip,
letting him bite, letting him slide it into his mouth.  And we kissed, our
faces tilting, mouths reaching towards each other, tongues extended.

   "Relax," he said, kissing me once more, running his hand up my waist
towards my breast and enclosing it softly.  He edged down the bed and began
to kiss my neck and shoulders, chest and breasts, finally alighting on my
right nipple and teasing it into his mouth.  His tongue, so delicate, so
soft, so warm, began to draw unknown sensations from me and I felt a shiver
slide down my body.  I sighed and he looked up in amusement, before
falling, once more, onto my nipple.

   All the while, his hand was gradually sliding down my stomach, fingers
stretched, easing across my skin, spidering towards my mons.  He flattened
his palm against it and smoothed his fingers across my baby-soft skin,
sneaking downwards, ever closer to my sodden pussy.  As he touched it for
the first time a jolt of energy erupted through me, as though I had been
electrocuted, and involuntarily I squeezed my thighs shut, trapping his
hand between them.  I laughed and ran my hand through his hair, easing my
legs apart again and leaving myself open.

   His fingers began to probe, flickering across my lips, nails grazing
gently against them, then sliding inwards, gathering my juices and slipping
easily inside me.  Immediately, he drew his fingers up again, running his
index finger directly against my clitoris.  I squealed as he stopped and
placed the tip of his finger against it, pressing and teasing, before
beginning to slide round and around it.  I started to buck my hips as he
elicited deep-rooted sensations from me, my clitoris suddenly bursting to
life with its new attention.

   Sliding further down the bed, he began to drag his tongue down my chest
and belly, following the line his fingers had taken minutes before, leaving
a gentle cascade of kisses on my flesh.  As his head approached my pelvis
my heart began to hammer in my chest, another moment of imminent sexual
revelation impressing itself on my senses.  I parted my legs as wide as I
could and waited for the moment.

   And it arrived.

   His tongue dragged downwards over my mons towards my slit.  He was
progressing in slow motion, but finally he reached his goal and I felt his
breath on my pussy, then his lips on mine, and then his tongue edging
forward, probing gently, purposefully, parting my lips and entering me.  I
was wetter than I think I've ever been, my body racked by pleasure, muscles
rigid and fingers clenched.  He began to lick, tracing his tongue up and
down my slit, the hot wetness of his mouth leaving me breathless.  My
clitoris was crying out for attention and I bucked beneath him, trying to
manoeuvre myself into position.  He quickly took the hint and sealed his
mouth around it, sucking it into his mouth, playing his teeth against it,
rolling his tongue over and across.

   "Just suck," I breathed.  "Hard.  Suck hard."

   He fell onto me once more and did as I asked.  My thigh muscles were
rigid, calves almost cramping, and my abdomen was tensed to the point of
pain.  I felt on the edge of a precipice, teetering, on the verge of
collapsing into an abyss and not certain whether I wanted to be saved or
not.  And then I knew.  Fluttering, flashing, frenzied sensations were
building in my stomach and womb, circling and clashing inside me, building
in strength and speed as though readying themselves to be unleashed.  I was
panting rhythmically, my hands gripping the sheet and twisting it this way
and that.  He sucked and sucked, occasionally flicking his tongue across
the sensitised tip of my clitoris, and finally I succumbed.

   With a scream I gave in, my muscles relaxing for an instant as my climax
erupted from my womb and sped through every inch of my body.  My eyes
blazed, sparks of light dancing before them; my ears were popping with the
buzz of hysteria; my skin was alive, thrumming with energy.  I couldn't
keep quiet, the intensity of my orgasm leaving me with no control over my
faculties.  I panted and moaned and sighed and screamed and I never wanted
the moment to end.

   We made love for the rest of the afternoon.  It was slow and
extraordinary.  It was warm and precious.  It was intimate and breathless.
It was magnificent.

   It was time to bring this sensational day to an end.  We bathed in the
spa and fooled around a little but did not start anything.  Time was now
short and I needed to be back on the plane.

   He drove me to the airport and saw me to my plane.  I was on my way
home. The day had ended but the memory would continue forever.