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Part 2, wherein Robert discovers the cost of Anna's assistance.


The drive to Anna's house was uneventful, except for the turmoil in Robert's
head.  On the one hand, he liked and respected Anna as a result of their
encounter at the restaurant.  He felt a real connection with her, and her
insight into his situation had a ring of truth about it.  On the other hand,
her demeanor after dinner scared him a bit.  He trusted her judgement, but he
had no idea what she was capable of, and that worried him.  For Robert,
submission was an abstract concept. "What did she really mean?" he wondered
aloud.
In about twenty
minutes, they arrived her place.  It was a ranch-style house set well back
from the road on a large manicured plot in a rural area outside of town.
There were no neighbors
within half a mile, and for some reason, that made Robert feel better.  He
pulled in behind Anna, and watched as she walked up the steps to her porch
and disappeared through the front door.  He was struck by her athletic
appearance and the fluidity with which she moved.  He watched as lights came
on inside the house, and he could feel his heart beating as he waited for the
porch light to come on.  When it did, he started to panic, realizing that he
had ten minutes to put up or shut up.  Would he stay?  Would he go?  For nine
minutes, he really didn't know.  He was torn between curiosity and fear, and
at nine minutes and thirty seconds, curiosity won out.  Robert jumped from
the car, and with his heart racing and his mouth dry, he knocked on the door.


The porch light went off.  The door opened about two inches.  "Are you sure
you want to come in?" Anna asked from the other side.  Robert's mouth was so
dry and his throat so tight that he could barely speak.  "Yes, Anna.  I'm
sure," he managed.  "Then take off your clothes and hand them to me through
the door.  Hurry!"  Robert was surprised, and he hesitated.  "Do it now, or
leave."  Her voice was stern, menacing.  Robert unbuttoned his shirt and
handed it through the door, then he removed his shoes and trousers, handing
them through as well.  "Everything, Robert," she reminded him.  Robert pulled
off his socks and shorts and turned them over to her.  Thank God it wasn't
too cold
and the mosquitos weren't out.  "Now stand there and wait for me," Anna said
as
she closed the door.  The porch light went on, and Robert was caught in its
brilliance, feeling very conspicuous.  His car keys were in his pants pocket,
and
there was nothing to do but stand there and wait. After five minutes (and
three cars passing by), the door opened,
and Anna called for him to come into the house.  "You did well, Robert.  I
thought you might go hide in your car, but you stood there and waited as I
asked.  Well done."   

Anna took Robert by the hand and led him through the living room into a large
room at the rear of the house.  This room was set up as an office, with a
large oak desk in one corner and bookshelves against the walls.  There was a
chair behind the desk, another alongside the desk, and a large couch against
one wall, all upholstered in reddish-brown leather.  The furniture, book
cases, and dim lighting gave the room the look of a London men's club.  There
were
no windows.  Anna closed the door behnd them and moved to the chair behind
the desk.  From that position, she had command of the room.  "Walk around,
Robert.  I want to see how you
move," she said in a firm, steady voice.  She obviously knew what she what
she
was looking for, and Robert started to walk aimlessly around the room,
puzzled
by her request.  "Come on, Robert, show some pride.  Strut your stuff for
me," Anna teased.  Robert's pulled his shoulders back and pushed his chest
out.  He
was proud of his body; five days a week at his gym had him well toned and
muscular.  His walk became more animated, more animal-on-the-prowl.  Anna was
openly enjoying herself. "Turn to the right, slowly.  Now walk away from me.
Now turn and walk back."  She was moving Robert around the room like a drill
sergeant, and he was taking her direction with ease.  He felt like a runway
model, strutting for Anna's pleasure.  "Come over here, Robert, and stand
before me."  As he approached her desk, Anna pushed her chair back and he
could see that her skirt was pushed up and that she had her left hand in her
lap.  She was massaging herself slowly, and she continued as she spoke.  "You
are a very attractive man, Robert, and you will be the instrument of my
pleasure tonight."   Anna's eyes bored into his, and he was flooded with an
erotic buzz mixed with a twinge of fear.  The butterfies were back, and
Robert's mouth went dry again.  Anna opened a drawer and produced what
appeared to
be some bondage gear.  Robert had no direct experience in that area, but he
had seen plenty of pictures and videos, and what Anna laid on the desktop
looked like the real thing.  "This is what you will wear tonight, Robert.  Do
you like it?"   Anna was teasing him again, but his mouth was too dry to
reply.  "I asked you a question, Robert.   Answer me," she shouted.  Robert
cleared his throat.  "I don't know.  I don't know what to say," he choked.
"Well let's find out." Anna's tone was menacing, and Robert was starting to
feel a bit uneasy, but before he could object, Anna was out of her chair and
standing in front of him.  She picked up a wide leather belt from the desk
and handed it to Robert.  It was very supple, and had a series of D-rings
along its length.  "Put it on," she commanded.  When he had buckled it
securely around his waist, Anna had him put on the wrist cuffs and ankle
cuffs as she sat on the edge of her desk, knees apart, massaging herself.  In
spite of the seriousness of his situation, Robert felt his cock start to
stiffen.  Anna noticed.  "I can see you're starting to enjoy
yourself," she teased.  "I'm flattered."  She climbed down from the desk and
inspected the belt and cuffs.  Then, with a pair of snap-hooks, she clipped
his wrists to the belt.  "There," she said with an air of finality, "Now
we're ready."  Anna stepped back and looked Robert up and down,inspecting him
closely.  She had him turn as she looked him over, and then she
put her hands on him and rubbed and stroked him as if he were a race-horse,
pressing on his muscular body and feeling for tone and definition.  Her hands
roamed freely over Robert's body... face, chest, arms, legs, ass, back...as
if she were blind and trying to get a mental image of him.  The whole
encounter filled Robert with erotic energy, and his cock was bobbing in
front of him, waiting for a touch that never came.   Anna stepped back and
returned slowly to her seat behind the desk.  Her left hand found its home,
and her
right hand slowly slid across her belly, her breasts, her
neck...touching...caressing.  " I love your ass, Robert, and that's where
we're going to start.  Have you ever been fucked?"  Her smile was devilish
and her eyes burned into his.  Robert was taken aback, and he stammered, "You
mean...in my ass...fucked there???"  "That's exactly what I mean.  Are you a
virgin, Robert?" she teased.   Anna was really stating to have fun, and the
enormity of Robert's predicament was sinking into his consciousness.  The
price of his therapy would be higher than he thought.  "Answer me," Anna
insisted.  "Yes, Anna, I am virgin back there," Robert said sheepishly.
"Don't worry, my dear,  I promise that I won't damage you.  I'm glad you told
me."  Anna opened a drawer and laid a surgical glove, a tube of lubricant,
and
an anal plug on the desk top for Robert to see.  He couldn't take his eyes
off of the plug.  It was about five inches long and well over an inch in
diameter at the widest part, necking down to about an inch, and then flaring
out at the base.  "Before I can fuck you properly, there are many
preparations to be made.  I've got to clean you out, and I've got to stretch
you out.  This will give you something to think about while I get the
equipment ready."  The equipment....what the hell was she talking about...
Robert's mind started to race.  He wanted to get away, but he knew that it
was futile.  The butterflies in his stomach were turning into hummingbirds.
Anna walked
around the desk to where he was standing.  "Turn around and face the desk,"
she commanded.  Robert turned.  "Now bend over and put your chest on the
desk."  Robert bent over the desk.   " Feet apart...wider...now up on your
toes."  Robert  spread his legs and lifted up, as directed.  It was almost as
if he were watching himself in a movie.  He turned his head and saw the plug,
the glove, and the lubricant next to him on the desktop.  "Now, Robert, it's
time for you to learn a command.  Anytime I tell you to 'show me,' I want you
to reach back with both hands and spread your cheeks for me.  It doesn't
matter what position you are in when you hear the command, I want you to open
wide for me.  Do you understand?" Robert swallowed hard.  He realized then
that he would have to assist in his humiliation.  "Yes, Anna, I understand,"
he mumbled.  "Good.  Then do it.  Show me," she commanded.   Robert reached
back as far as the belt and cuffs would allow and pulled his cheeks apart.
He felt Anna's hands on his ass and the inside of his thighs, kneading him,
spreading him wider.  She reached for the glove and he heard the rubber cuff
snap around her wrist.  Then she reached for the lubricant, and he could hear
a
squishy sound as she squeezed it onto the glove.  He felt the cold lubricant
on
his anus, then the tip of her finger pressing against him.  Reflexively, he
tried to
move up and away from her, but she pressed her other hand down against the
small of his back, holding him in place.  The battle was brief, and Anna's
finger slid past his puckered bung.  A second finger joined the first, and he
could feel Anna
stretching his anus and pushing more lubricant up inside him.  She pushed a
third finger in and started  a rotating motion with her hand.  It
wasn't exactly pleasant, but it didn't really hurt.  Robert was more
embarrassed than pained.  When Anna started stroking his prostate, he stopped
fighting the intrusion and soon found himself moving with the rhythm she set
up.  Abruptly, she stopped and reached for the plug.  She rubbed its length
along his crack to lubricate it, and it felt huge.  Then she pressed the tip
against his anus, starting it on its way with a slow twisting motion.  "Take
it," Anna demanded. "Bear down and try to push it out."  As soon as he did,
Robert
could feel the intruder pushing past his knotted sphincter.  In a few
moments, Anna had
her tool wedged firmly between his cheeks, and it was really uncomfortable.
"Stand up,
Robert.  I want you to walk around the room,"  Anna insisted.  Robert stood
up gingerly and started to walk slowly around the room.  Movement made the
plug even more uncomfortable, and he hunched over  a bit as he walked.
"Stand up straight, walk proudly.  You've passed your first real test," Anna
teased.  "Besides, that's a pretty small plug you've got there.  Just a
warm-up.  I want you to keep walking while I get things ready in the next
room.  I'll come get you when when the equipment is set up."  With that, Anna
left  Robert to ponder his fate. 















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