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 A Month Of Sundays - Part 1 ======================

   The decision to become a professional bondage model was not an easy one
to make.  It wasn't so much that I lacked the nerve for it.  Any
inhibitions I once had about being tied up and photographed disappeared
during the previous few years after my husband and I joined a BDSM club. 
My reservations now centered on whether or not anybody would be interested
in paying money for me.  A quick look at the other professional bondage
models on the Internet site where I posted my ad made me think I was too
old to be considered.  I'm a realist if nothing else and know that a forty
year old housewife like me can't compete with young, glamorous things in
the modeling stakes.  At least, that's what I thought before Edward Brown
replied to my ad.

   Edward's initial contact was brief but very charming.  He didn't hide
the fact he was quite a bit older and actually seemed more concerned as to
whether I'd be comfortable modeling, as he put it, "for an old scoundrel."
He also indicated that money wasn't a problem and, if I was agreeable, he
wanted to book me for an entire day.  It was an offer too good to refuse
and I jumped at it.  A couple of emails later, confirming dates and times,
and that was it.  I was about to set off on my first paid bondage modeling
assignment.

   From the day the details were confirmed, a knot of anxiety took a grip
in the pit of my stomach.  I had initially planned to tell my husband about
everything and while I felt sure he would have been supportive, the
opportunity never presented itself, so I was left to contemplate everything
in secret.  On the morning of the day of my rendezvous with Edward, I gave
one last thought to telling my husband where I was going, but for some
inexplicable reason, I lied and said I was going to spend the day with a
girlfriend.  He didn't question me at all and, in fact, I think he actually
looked forward to being able to spend the Sunday at home watching sport and
drinking beer without me being around nagging him to do yard work.

   I arrived at Edward's house exactly as arranged, dressed elegantly in a
white cotten blouse and beige linen skirt.  My underwear, consisting of
sheer white lace panties and bra with matching suspender belt and
stockings, was new and purchased especially for the occasion.  I would like
to have worn high heels as well, but I was worried they might have
attracted too much attention from my husband so instead settled for
fashionable, low-heeled brown leather court shoes.  Edward made me blush
from the moment he opened the door to greet me.  He was full of
enthusiastic compliments about my appearance and looks as he eyed me from
top to toe before ushering me inside.

   There was a moment of awkwardness once I was inside with neither of us
seemingly able to break the ice about what should happen next.

   "Well," I eventually said.  I fidgeted nervously and looked around the
neat surroundings of Edward's house.  It could have been the inside of any
large suburban house except for the tidy pile of bondage magazines on the
coffee table that caught my eye.

   "Well," Edward echoed.  He smiled warmly and waved a hand for me to sit.
"Can I get you something to drink?"

   "Um, yes, that would be nice," I said as I settled myself into a large
sofa next to the coffee table.

   "What would you like?  I have soda, coffee, iced tea?  A glass of wine,
perhaps?"

   "Wine.  Yes, a glass of wine," I replied.  Hopefully that will settle my
nerves, I thought to myself.

   Edward disappeared for a few moments and returned with two glasses of
red wine.

   "Thank you," I smiled politely and sipped from the glass he offered.

   "Bottom's up!" Edward winked at me and raised his glass in a toast.

   I gently clinked my glass against his and took another sip of my wine.

   "I'll be right back," Edward said.  He placed his glass down on the
coffee table next to the magazines and left the room.

   I toyed with the stem of my wine glass and tried to keep my eyes from
wandering back to the pile of magazines.  The cover of the one that kept
grabbing my attention was obviously European, titled "Erotisk Tvang" in
bold pink type with the sub-headings "Enforced Sex Erotisme Force
Erotischer Zwang #4" The cover picture left my mind in no doubt as to what
was inside its pages.  It was of a young woman, completely naked and
shackled with her arms above her head.  Three men surrounded her and were
ravishing her breasts and pussy with vibrators.  The image was quite
disturbing but at the same time I found it tantalizing and even arousing in
the thoughts it conjured.

   "See something you like?"

   Edward's voice suddenly close behind startled me.  I blushed deeply and
looked back to see him standing there with a video camera in his hand,
filming me.

   "Oh, I ...  um ...  " I struggled to find an appropriate answer.

   "Let's begin, shall we?" Edward smiled a crooked smile.  Almost a grin.

   "I thought this ...  that you ...  " I mumbled, wanting to question why
he had a video camera and not a regular camera like I'd been expecting.  A
rush of apprehension surged through my body.

   "Yes?" Edward glanced out from behind the camera for a moment.

   "Oh, nothing.  It's just ...  doesn't matter," I said, mustering all the
confidence I could find within me to ask the next question.  "What do you
want me to do?"

   Edward smiled and returned to filming me, moving around the sofa until
he was standing in front of me.  "Stand up."

   I carefully placed my wine glass on the coffee table and started to rise
from the sofa.  "Where do you want me?"

   "Where you are is fine," Edward said.

   I remained tense and nervous despite all efforts to relax.

   "Undress, please.  Start with your blouse.  Unbutton it slowly," Edward
said, his tone still pleasant but now sounding quite firm and emphatic.

   My fingers began to shake almost uncontrolably as I reached for the
small, pearly buttons of my blouse.

   "Look at the camera," Edward said.  "Are you nervous?"

   "Yes," I said, the honest admission causing me to blush and momentarily
avert my eyes from the camera.

   "That's okay.  There's no need to be nervous, but I like that look,"
Edward said.

   I could see him smiling as I slowly unpicked each button of my blouse.

   "That's it.  Slowly.  Let it slip slowly off your shoulders and drop to
the floor," Edward said, referring to my blouse.  "Good.  Now your skirt."

   My hands continued trembling as I reached behind and searched for the
button at the back of my skirt.  I fumbled with it for a second before it
popped open in my fingers.  The skirt began to slip from my hips the moment
I pinched the zipper beneath the open button and tugged it down.

   "Let it fall," Edward said.

   I reluctantly let go of my skirt and it instantly dropped straight to my
feet where it puddled around my ankles.

   "Step out of it and walk over there for me," Edward said, pointing to a
place on the other side of the room.

   My lacy underwear was designed to be attractive rather than functional
and the loose-fitting garments did nothing to stop my breasts and butt
cheeks jiggling as I walked.  They were practically transparent as well and
I knew Edward would be able to see right through them.

   "Stop," he said once I'd reached the other side of the room.  "Take off
you shoes."

   I nervously reached down and slipped out of each of my shoes, letting
them drop where they fell on the carpet.

   "Good," Edward said.  He continued filming me as he walked towards me.
"Now for the panties."

   I hooked my thumbs into the flimsy elastic waistband and hesitated. 
Edward was still speaking, telling me to go slowly and to not take my eyes
off the camera lens.  I could feel my ears burning and my neck and face
flushing red with the blush of embarrassment.  Edward's voice had lost some
of its pleasantness and now sounded much more business-like.  He was
ordering me, and I felt compelled to obey.  I inched my panties down from
my hips and over my thighs, squirming a little as I tried to maintain a
modest composure.  They got as far as my knees before gravity took over and
sucked my panties to my ankles.

   "Now the bra," Edward said after momentarily training the camera lens
down to my feet and then back up my body, pausing to capture the sight of
my neatly trimmed thatch of pussy hair.

   I could feel my nipples tingling as I reached for the clasp of my bra.
Even through the sheer lacy fabric of its cups, I could clearly see my
nipples were swollen stiffly erect and flushed with the dark pinkness
arousal brings to them.  The straps around my ribs went suddenly slack once
the clasp was unhitched and a moment later I was letting it drop from my
arms to the floor.

   There was a long moment of Edward filming me standing there wearing
nothing but my white lace garterbelt, suspenders and stockings.  My entire
body trembled now with a mix of nervous anxiety and strange excitement
especially when he told me to put my hands on my head and start walking
towards a hallway at the back of the room.

   The hallway led past a spacious, modern kitchen and into a large
window-paneled atrium room at the back of the house.  The furnishings,
unlike the formal ones in the other rooms, were exotic and other-worldly.
In the middle of the room was a large antique leather trunk with brass
edgings.  I stood nervously beside it as dire, my fingers still clasped
together on the top of my head as directed by Edward and watched as he
positioned his video camera on a tripod in a corner of the room.  He then
casually walked over to open the trunk with a large, ornate brass key.

   Inside the trunk was a collection of brightly colored ropes, leather
cuffs, and other assorted bondage things I recognized.  Edward reached in
and retrieved a shiny silver metal collar, about an inch thick and secured
with a small silver combination lock.  He fingered the lock for a moment
and then opened the hinged collar.

   "Let's get this on you," he said, standing and placing the cold steel
band around my neck.

   I shivered at the touch of it as it closed snugly around my neck and was
padlocked in place.

   "Perfect fit!" Edward grinned and winked at me.  "Okay, put down your
hands now and hold them out."

   I watched silently as Edward retrieved a pair of silver leather cuffs
which he wrapped around my wrists and hitched together with a bulldog clip.
A second pair of similar cuffs was then taken from the trunk and buckled
securely around my upper arms, just above my elbows.

   "Relax," Edward whispered as he moved behind me and gently pulled back
my elbows.  I could feel him struggling to bring the two cuffs on my upper
arms together, which he managed to do, and then they were hitched together.
The position effectively locked my hands in front of me, just below my
breasts and made me begin to feel the first signs of being completely
defenseless.

   "Nearly there," Edward said.  He kneeled back down at the trunk and
pulled out what looked like a small, black rubber penis with leather straps
attached to the base of it.  "Open up!"

   I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed Edward to slip the
cock-shaped gag between my lips.  It tasted awful, like rubber, but once he
had it in my mouth it was too late to protest.  I bit down on it and
mumbled my sudden alarmed concerns as Edward quickly buckled the straps of
the gag behind my head.

   "That's a very nice look for you," Edward finally said.

   My eyes went wide as I helplessly watched his hands reaching out to
touch my breasts.  I shook my head in protest as his fingers gently took
hold of my nipples and began pinching and twisting them.

   "Such nice nipples ...  good enough to eat!"

   I tried to scream past the gag as Edward's head bobbed forward and his
hot, wet lips clamped over one of my aroused nipples.  One of his hands
slipped down my back and grabbed hold of my ass; his other hand slipping
down my stomach to cup the mound of my pussy and hold me still while his
tongue pleasurably lashed my tingling nipple.

   Edward continued whispering obscenely about how my nipple tasted and how
clearly I was aroused.  I shook my head to deny it, even though it was
actually true and I couldn't hide it from him.  His hand on my ass pushed
my hips forward and the fingers of his other hand began probing the
embarrassing moistness of my slit.  I tried to clamp my thighs together and
force his fingers out from between my legs, but it didn't stop him
fingering my deeply.

   "You're sopping wet down there!" Edward smirked and gently bit my
sensitive nipple between his teeth.

   I blushed deeply and squirmed between his hands.  As if to draw even
more attention to the humiliating truth of what he said, Edward then
pinched and twisted my swollen, aroused clit with his slippery fingers.  My
knees instantly buckled at the pleasure that suddenly swamped my senses. 
His hand that had been on my ass slipped between my legs from behind and he
began fingering my leaking pussy while continuing to stimulate my clit with
the fingers of his other hand.

   "Will I make you cum if I continue doing this?" Edward asked.  A devious
glint sparkled in his eyes.

   I gasped and panted for breath but refused to conceded he could have
easily made me orgasm right there and then.

   "Tell me the truth," he laughed.

   I shook my head in denial.  If I hadn't been gagged I would have begged
him to stop.  Not because I wasn't acutely aware of just how close I was to
orgasming, but because the thought of how easy it was for him to bring me
to that point was deeply humiliating.

   "No?" Edward raised and eyebrow as if to mock what he knew was a lie. 
"Perhaps you need some more stimulation."

   I shook my head again, desperate to plead with him.  Edward clearly
could tell from the looks I was giving him what I wanted, but he took no
notice whatsoever.  Instead, he grabbed hold of my cuffed wrists and forced
me to follow him across the room.  In the far corner of the room there was
a post braced to the floor and standing upright.  On the top of it was an
eyebolt to which Edward secured my bound wrists, forcing me to stand on
tip-toe with my stomach pressed up against the post.

   "So, what am I going to do with you, slave?" Edward said.  He stood
close behind, cupped his hands under my butt cheeks and began spreading
them.  "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

   Panic suddenly gripped me and I struggled frantically as I felt Edward
grinding the huge bulge in his trousers against my virgin ass hole.

   "No?" Edward laughed.  "Well, you will be but not right now.  All in
good time."

   My heart continued to pound wildly in my chest even after Edward
released his grip on my butt and stood back from me.

   "First, I think you should be completely naked for me," he whispered
hotly in my ear.

   I squirmed a little bit as Edward then proceded to unclip the suspenders
of my stockings.  He rolled them slowly down my legs, lifting each of my
feet in turn to remove the stockings completely.  The suspender belt was
then grabbed and, with a theatrical flourish of his hands, whipped down my
legs and pulled out from under my feet.

   Edward disappeared back across the room to his trunk and returned with a
bundle of things.  He had a pair of leather cuffs, which he buckled around
my ankles.  There was also a long metal bar which he shackled to my ankles
and used to spread my legs widely apart.  A hook in the middle of it was
then clipped to the post I was standing against, effectively holding me
immobilized and defenselessly spread.

   "How's that pussy of yours?  Still wet?"

   I blushed deeply but then the blood suddenly drained from my face when I
saw what Edward was doing.  He'd moved to stand in front of me so I could
clearly see the huge black plastic butt plug which he was coating liberally
with lubricant.

   "Big, isn't it?" Edward smirked at me.

   I was horrified by the sight of it.  It had to be at least eight inches
in length from its tapered tip to widely flared base.  The thickness of its
shaft at its widest was probably as thick as my wrist, if not thicker. 
Edward emptied half a tube of lubricant onto it before moving around behind
me.  I frantically tried to struggle and escape from the post, but the
shackles held me so tightly all I could move was my fingers and toes.  The
first touch of the plug's cold, greasy tip against my vulnerable anus sent
a chill through my whole body.

   "Relax," Edward whispered.  He was now standing beside me, gently but
firmly pressing the tip of the plug against my resisting sphincter muscle.

   It was impossible to relax or even breathe.  I could feel my resistence
weakening and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up the strength needed to
fight against being impaled by the huge plug.  The tenseness of my leg and
butt muscles eventually began to cause cramps and I was forced to drop my
resistence for a brief moment.

   "That's better," Edward said as at the exact same time, the tip of the
plug speared my sore anus.

   I shrieked and bit down hard on the rubber gag.  The pain of it
stretching my virgin butt hole was excruciating and brought tears flooding
to my eyes.

   "Just relax," Edward again said as he inched more of the thickening
shaft into my tortured anus.  "It gets worse before it gets better, but
once it's fully in, you'll love it.  Just imagine it's my cock!"

   I could barely concentrate on what Edward was saying, but a strange
thing happened.  Just when I thought I'd be split in two my the massive
invader, my sphincter suddenly began contracting again.  It all happened so
fast the shock of it almost caused me to faint, but my ass actually felt
like it was sucking the plug deep up into my body where it now sat snug and
solid.

   "I'm impressed!" Edward finally said.  The look on his face was like a
reflection of the surprise I was feeling.  "You should have no problem
taking my cock in your ass, when I eventually get around to fucking you
there."

   His suggestion that he still intended having anal sex with me made the
nerve endings of my sore anus twitch.  The sensations made me acutely aware
of the butt plug lodged between my ass cheeks.

   "Now, let's check to see whether or not you're still wet."

   I squirmed against the post as Edward's hand pressed up between my
spread legs.  His fingers immediately discovered my pussy lips unfurled and
literally dripping with my juices.

   "Well, well, well!" Edward laughed.  "The head might say no, but the
body is definitely saying yes!"

   He continued to finger my wet pussy and stimulate my swollen clit until
I felt pushed to the brink of an orgasm.  It became a kind of torture not
to let myself go completely and give in to the pleasure being aroused.  But
then, just as I was about to surrender, Edward pulled his hand clear and
left me quivering and unsatisfied.  He glanced at his wristwatch.

   "Is that the time?  It's only eleven am.  We still have the whole day
ahead of us!"

   I shuddered at the thought of being at Edward's mercy for the next six
hours.

   Edward suggested it might be time for another drink and he began
unshackling my ankles from the spreader bar.  My wrists were also unhooked
from the post, but they remained locked in front of me.

   "I think I'll have a scotch this time.  Straight up, with ice.  You'll
find a bottle on the bar over there -- glasses and ice in the kitchen,"
Edward said, clearly expecting me to begin serving him.

   The sensations of the butt plug wriggling in my ass with every step I
took took my breath away.  It was like being in a perpetual state of anal
ravishment and try as I might to ignore the perverse pleasure of it, it was
impossible not to focus on the peculiar feelings it aroused.

   I managed to get the scotch bottle from the bar, after a bit of
struggling on tip toe to reach, and turned to walk to the kitchen.  Even
though I couldn't concentrate on anything besides the huge butt plug in my
ass, I managed to regain some of my composure.  Walking tall and straight,
just like I'd learned as a girl in deportment school, was a weirdly new
experience when naked, bound and plugged.  Once inside the kitchen, I moved
about as gracefully as I could, finding a crystal tumbler and a fridge with
an ice dispenser in the door.  I hadn't noticed at first, but Edward
followed me with his camera, filming me every step of the way until finally
I presented him with his drink.

   "Take it back out to the play room," Edward said.

   He followed and returned the camera to its tripod before turning his
attention back to me.

   "Now, how should a slave serve a drink to her master?"

   I knew what Edward meant and slowly dropped to my knees in front of him.

   "Good," he smiled warmly and accepted the drink from my restrained
hands. "Now, a little reward for you."

   I looked up at Edward and wondered what he had in mind.

   "I'm going to remove this gag, but you're not to say a word.  Is that
understood?"

   I nodded.  It was a relief to my sore jaws once the gag was removed.

   Edward held his drink in one hand and struggled to undo his trousers
with the other.  A moment later his cock, fully erect and hard, sprang free
and danced right in front of my face.  It's bloated, pink head was already
leaking with pre-cum.

   "Open up," Edward grinned down at me.

   I hesitated for a second but then obediantly let my lips fall apart to
accept his cock in my mouth.  The salty taste of his leaking cum was
immediate on my tongue and I swallowed purely to try and clear the taste
from my mouth.  Saliva began to flood my mouth around hie cock and I
swallowed that too, holding his cock head firmly with my tongue and lips
while doing do.

   "That's it.  Suck my cock, slave!" Edward said.  He took hold of his
cock with his free hand and began masterbating while I held the tip of his
cock in my mouth.  He continued casually sipping his drink as he did this,
which added to the whole feeling of surrealness I began to feel.  He kept
referring to himself as my master and me as his slave.  I realized it was
true but didn't have any idea how he managed to get me to so readily accept
it as fact.

   "You like the taste of my cock, slave?"

   I felt dreamy and nodded slowly.  Small moans of pleasure escaped from
my lips and I continued nodding and bobbing my head rhythmically in time
with his masterbating strokes.  Edward also began to breathe more heavily
and I sensed from the twitching of his cock in my mouth that he was about
to cum.  I glanced up at him and caught him looking down at me.  There was
no doubt from the look on his face that I was pleasing him, and this made
me feel a tingle of pleasure myself.  I started moaning more loudly to
demonstrate how much I was enjoying his cock in my mouth and how eager I
was to have him cum.  Minutes passed and I bobbed my head more
enthusiastically, my moans now rising in pitch as if I was begging him to
cum.

   The first sensations of Edward's cum in my mouth caught me by surprise.
I swallowed thinking it was more saliva, but the solid, slimy texture was
immediately different.  Just as one mouthful disappeared down my throat,
another huge glob of his spunk replaced it.  I began swallowing as quickly
as I could, but his jism continued to flood my mouth.  It was relentless.
Maybe six or seven huge squirts before it subsided to smaller, less full
bodied juices.

   "That's a good slave.  Swallow it all," Edward smiled down at me as his
cock began to lose some of its rigidity.

   I continued sucking affectionately on his cock until at last he slipped
it free and returned it to his trousers.

   "Did you like your reward, slave?"

   The aftertaste of Edward's jism was still strong in my mouth.  I nodded
meekly and, without even thinking replied "Yes, master."

   "That's good.  There's plenty more where that came from, my slutty
little cum-swallower."