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I slept late into the morning, and when the light and heat of another humid Louisiana summer day finally pulled me from my deep slumber, my muscles were sore as if I had done a workout the day before. Well, in a way, I had. I groaned and got up from the bed, stalking awkwardly over to the bathroom door on protesting legs. I opened the door and found Erin inside, sitting on the closed toilet lid with wide-splayed legs and shaving away any hints of stubble that might have appeared on her lovely plum. I’d have balked and fled the room a few days ago. Now, I went over to the sink and reached for my toothbrush and the paste. “Sore?” I asked. She answered with a sigh, “Sore like hell. But in a good way.” “Uh-uh.” I knew exactly what she meant. Feeling my weary appendages brought back the memories of last night’s debauchery. “And another round tonight?” I listened to her answer while I brushed my teeth. “You bet. Joanne’s already promised me that she’ll give your bum a workout with the red monster, and Elaine’s surely bursting with eagerness to have her wicked way with you. You wouldn’t think it, but she’s really the dirtiest of the lot of them if she has her day. Mrs. Somerset’s going to have some wicked ideas again, she always does, and they are usually a bit painful. And Bridget’s not going to be left out of the fun, either. Yesterday was your introduction.” She smirked, wiping off the remainders of the shaving cream. “Today they’re going to go all out.” “All out?” I gulped, a bit of peppermint foam dripping down my chin. “I mean, that was pretty intense already yesterday. Wait – Joanne really wants to… in my bum?” I wasn’t sure the dildo would even fit there. But there was Erin’s ecstatic face from yesterday that came to the forefront of my mind, and I wanted to ride that exhilarating edge too. “Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet, girl!” Erin’s waggling eyebrows gave me a fuzzy feeling in my tummy. I quickly rinsed my mouth. “God, this has to be the most perverted place in all of the U.S.” She giggled. “I hope it is. If not, we’ve got to notch it up.” “You’re crazy, all of you,” I declared while I approached Erin on her porcelain throne. “I need to pee.” She looked me up and down and lifted an eyebrow, which quickly reminded me about their wicked rules. “I’m sorry,” I quickly added, “may I use the toilet, please?” It was funny that, after all that had happened here already, I still blushed. She took her time answering, and I was sure that she was already onto another wicked deed she’d have me perform, when she stood up and put up the lid. “There, all yours.” “Thank you!” I felt grateful, I really did. And I sat down on the toilet without sparing a thought to her presence, letting my pee splash into bowl while she watched on with a smug grin. “Enjoy it,” she told me with a giggle, “while you can.” “What does that mean?” “You’ll see.” She giggled again. I huffed. * * * * * The events of last night were still revolving in my mind, and most of the day happened in a rather spaced-out state of mind for me. We took a swim in the pond, fed the animals, ate dinner together with Bridget, but no matter what we did, I kept thinking about Joanne’s huge red dildo and the promise that I’d feel it inside me. The idea terrified me, but even more, it made my pussy cream like mad – and it had me look down between my legs and see if I was making a puddle on the chair every minute through dinner. I grew suspicious sometime mid-afternoon, when Erin once again followed me with a water bottle and urged me to drink. She had done this all day long, but I had been too occupied to notice. “Do you want to drown me or what?” I questioned her, earning only a wicked smirk in return. Around four, Bridget called me to her, and I got up from Erin’s bed, where we had entertained ourselves with a game of scrabble – a completely normal game of scrabble, for once. Well, normal if you ignore that I was completely starkers and that Erin had a tendency to assemble the naughtiest words. “Yes, Bridget?” I inquired, traipsing out into the hallway where her voice had come from. “Let’s get you ready for tonight.” She looked me up and down, rubbing her hands, and I thought I recognized a flush on her cheeks. “Already?” If the time was the same as yesterday, we still had a few hours until her friends would show up. “Today we need a bit longer. Now scurry into the bathroom and get ready for the usual, I’ll be along in a Küçükköy escort minute.” She gave my naked bum a sharp swat, discouraging me from making further inquiries quite effectively. That’s how I found myself kneeling on the carpet in the middle of the bathroom for the second time today. ‘The usual’ could only mean our kinky and increasingly arousing enema routine. Confirming my thoughts, Bridget entered a minute later, put a plastic basket onto the closed toilet and went to fill my enema bag at the sink. Even though you’d think I’d have gotten used to it by now, the feeling of cool, slick lube being spread inside me didn’t fail to take my breath away. Bridget took her time with the enema, teasing my pucker with the nozzle, running circles around it that made it tremble and clench, pushing slightly against it, waiting for the moment when I managed to relax to allow it entry, only to giggle when my hips jerked backwards. When the now familiar rush of fluids into my rectum made my thighs tremble, a sigh escaped my throat. When I was clean, she ordered me back onto my hands and knees though, something she hadn’t done before, and I became even more curious. “You’re not going to tell me what you have planned, are you?” I tried again, only to be shushed once more. “Put your head on the carpet and spread your buttocks for me, dear,” she told me instead. There something really intense about that position, cheek on the floor, bum in the air and my pucker visible and vulnerable. Bridget was quite aware of that, of course, and she took her time to enjoy that. I waited almost a minute for anything to happen, but she only knelt behind me and watched me. Just when I thought things might get boring, I felt her fingertip softly tap it, which made it clench on its own volition and gave me a funny, lovely feeling. She giggled at my soft moan. Repeating that game a few times, she let her touches become longer and pushed a little harder. “Today’s going to be a big day for your bum hole,” she told me with an amused undertone. “I know,” I confessed. “Erin’s told me about Joanne’s promise.” “How do you feel about it?” I tried to answer, I really did, but Bridget used that exact moment to stick a lube-coated finger all the way inside my back entrance. The first syllable was swallowed by the delighted groan that her finger’s invasion evoked. “Thought so,” she remarked. “And how about this?” Another finger joined the first and made me groan even louder when the soft ring of my pucker was deliciously forced to stretch around them. She twisted them a few times, robbing me of all chances to articulate a reply. The cool, wet feeling of more lube dribbled down the crack of my ass and I was quite sure that I knew what was coming. My heartbeat sped up. True enough, she pulled out all the way and pushed back in with three fingers. This time, she went slower, and the twinges of pain came in shorter intervals. “Fuck,” I groaned, “that hurts.” “Should I stop?” She held her hand motionless. “No!” I protested. “Don’t stop. Fuck, that’s… ohhh!” The last word had to stay unsaid in favor of the mighty moan with which I welcomed the threesome all the way into my ass. Bridget wiggled and twisted her fingers inside me, giving me a sensation that was both wonderfully soft and incredibly depraved. My hips trembled with each small movement of her digits, and she kept me moaning and sighing in dirty pleasure. “Each of us wrote down one wish for what we want to do with you.” Her hand pulled upwards and my breath hitched. “It’s going to be quite the night for you. Joanne’s wish is rather tame compared to the others.” Her other hand cupped my pussy from the front and started to knead it softly. I just moaned, all kinds of dirty ideas racing through my mind. “God, yes,” I groaned. “I want you all to do the dirtiest things you can come up with.” I wouldn’t have thought it possible that someone could chuckle as dirtily as she did, but the goosebumps on my back betrayed my excitement at the sound. “Have no worry,” she whispered, “we will. I promise we will. But first, it’s time for some stretching exercises.” “Stretching?” I wondered aloud when she withdrew her fingers. “Not what you think.” Rubber pressed smoothly against my pucker, I knew that feeling well enough from the enema nozzle. Only, this one felt a good deal bigger. My eyes widened and my breath started to fly when it pushed Mecidiyeköy escort bayan deeper and deeper into me, spreading my bum hole millimeter by millimeter. “God,” I gasped in a sudden bout of panic, “it’s too big!” “It’s not.” Bridget sounded convinced. “It’s a lot smaller than Joanne’s toy, and I know you want to have that inside you.” If I had any misgivings left about the tool she was sticking up my bum, they dissolved when she crooked two fleshy fingers and pushed them into my pussy. “You’re such a slut,” she told me while she moved them inside me, knowing all too well by now how easily she could sway me with her dirty touches and crude words. While her fingers tickled my insides so deliciously, the rubber tool pressed further and further through my complaining starfish, stretching it in ways I hadn’t thought possible, twisting and turning so it gave way with small, depraved twinges of pain. With a last, stronger twinge, it slid home, and the smooth feeling of relief when my ass clenched around it and felt its diameter lessening almost made me come. I moaned, first in pleasure, then in frustration, because Bridget withdrew her fingers from my pussy when the intruder was lodged all the way inside my bum and the flat base snuggled in the cleft between my cheeks. I was panting as if I had run five miles. “There, all done,” she announced and tapped the end of the butt plug. The sensation was incredible. I could feel it all the way inside my tummy. “Fuck,” I gasped and wiggled my bum. “Stand up.” I sighed in disappointment but followed her order. Next to her, she had a blue plastic box with a lid, and she now opened it and rummaged through it. When she lifted her hand, it held a red leather strap with a buckle and what looked like a few oval metal rings dangling from it. “Hold out your hand.” The moment I did, the meaning of the leather strap became clear. She wrapped it around my wrist and threaded the loose end through the buckle, tightening it enough so it wouldn’t come off. It was soft and smooth inside, but one look at the rings, which were actually small carabiners woven into the leather, told me all about it. Restraints! I had watched enough kinky porn on the internet to recognize them. My other arm was equally adorned, then my ankles, and my heartbeat sped up. She appeared to have a lot of these, because she add two around my upper arms, two around my ankles, two right above my knees and another two at the tops of my thighs, and every buckle she closed, every strip of leather that made its presence known, stirred butterfly wings awake between my thighs. She had a belt too, made from the same supple leather but a bit wider, and wrapped it tight around my tummy from behind me. While her body pressed against my back and her fingers nestled with the buckle in the front, her hot breath tickled my ear as she whispered, “You know what these are for, don’t you?” My knees wobbled for a second, “Yes, Bridget.” Her fingers slid down and stroked my pussy, spreading my lips and rubbing gently up and down. They slid easily, finding lots and lots of lubrication. She giggled. “Yes, I think you do. Such a needy slut!” Another strap went around my neck. Shivers raced up and down my body. A collar! I ran a finger along the edge of the leather. It sat tightly on my skin, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, and it was soft enough inside so it wouldn’t chafe. “Erin!” She suddenly hollered, startling me. A few seconds later, Erin ambled into the room, completely naked once more and grinning brightly. “Oh my god, those look brilliant on you!” “Did you finish your part?” Bridget wanted to know. “Yep,” Erin confirmed, “everything’s ready. I can’t wait!” “Thank you. I’ll go outside with Paisy then. Meanwhile, you can prepare yourself too.” She glanced at her wrist watch. “It’s five already, that’s perfect. The others arrive around six, so little Paisy here will have an hour to anticipate what’s coming.” Walking was awkward with the huge rubber tool lodged in my bum hole, and Bridget made sure to make it even more so by tapping it with her hand every so often. We made short detour through the kitchen where she picked up a bottle of water. A little later, I hesitantly stepped out into the yard. The sun was still hot on my skin, and I blushed like mad while I traipsed after Bridget. The small, spiky stones on the ground made my steps wobbly. Escort Merter When we turned the corner, I gasped. In the middle of the grass stood a blue, inflatable kids’ pool, devoid of water, and left and right of it were two large metals poles that bent and almost met eight feet above it. I could only guess how Erin had managed to place them there. From rings along the uppermost parts of the poles dangled ropes with carabiners at their ends, and a number of small pulleys connected these ropes to hooks at the base of the poles. Bridget was going to tie me up! Scenes from decadent, naughty movies I had seen on the internet flooded my mind. Those had all played out in dungeons and living rooms, but I was to be bound in the middle of the farm’s yard, and everyone coming by accidentally would be able to see me. When I had arrived here, a thought as this would have had me backed up against the wall, trembling and blushing profusely. Now, however, a hot, wet clenching in my pussy and a soft gasp were the prevalent reactions. A sharp slap to my bum cheek made me stumble forward. “Get into the middle of the pool and kneel down,” Bridget commanded, and I scurried to obey. I realized how devious the restraints were when she bent down and threaded the carabiner of the one around my right ankle through the ring on the one encircling the nearby thigh. “I love this little construction,” she admitted while she bound my other foot similarly. “John, a friend of mine, made it a few years ago, and it has seen far too little use.” She pulled down a rope and fixed it to the same ring on my thigh restraint, then went over to repeat this on the other side too. Next, two ropes were affixed to rings at the outside of my hip restraints, and four more were connected to my arms. “Here, drink,” Bridget urged, holding the opened bottle to my lips. “But I’ve already drunk a bucket full today,” I tried to protest and turned my head to the side. “Then this one bottle won’t matter, will it?” She smirked. “But I’ll have to pee if I drink anymore.” “And?” I looked into her narrowed eyes and swallowed. This was, obviously, not up for discussion. I parted my lips and let her set the bottle’s rim against them. My bladder wasn’t exactly empty, I could feel that, but I tried my best to gulp down the water. Bridget wasn’t patient, so some of it trickled down my chin and ran down my naked body, but out here in the heat, it wasn’t unpleasant. Once the bottle was empty and I had let out an involuntary burp, Bridget started tightening the ropes. The pulleys made small, clicking noises every time she pulled, and soon my hands were raised high above my head and slightly to the sides, and there was a soft, constant pull on my upper legs and hips. She continued tightening them, one after another, and I was lifted off the pool’s clingy plastic, first on one side, then the other, until I was dangling freely in the air. She focused on the ropes attached to my thighs and waist for a few minutes, which had the effect of tilting my hips forward further and further, until my lower back was almost horizontal. “Ouch,” I exclaimed when the strain there became uncomfortable, and she quickly tightened the waist ropes to take up more of the pull. “Almost done,” she told me and stepped behind me. After a few seconds, I felt her nestle with the strap below my knee, and then that leg was pulled wider and wider to the side. “Oh!” I gasped. My other leg was pulled outside too, until both legs were spread in more than a forty-five angle, completely exposing my privates to any greedy hand that wanted to touch me there. “Comfy?” Bridget asked. “Not really,” I answered honestly. “But?” She stepped around again and stood before me, an eyebrow raised and eyes glowing with lust. “But…” I blushed crimson. “…it’s sexy like hell.” “You’ve got no idea just how sexy you look,” she whispered, then stepped closer and kissed me hungrily. I parted my lips willingly, letting her tongue conquer my mouth and moaning in delight. Her fingers wrapped around my breasts and kneaded them, and my moans grew louder. The pinches she rewarded my nipples with shot sparks of pleasure through them and made me gasp. “I think I haven’t told you that yet,” she suddenly whispered into my ear, then started to lick it all over wetly and with dirty, smacking noises until I felt her drool trickle down the side of my neck, “but if you pee into the pool, we’ll make you bath in it.” Then she took a step backwards, winked at me, turned around and left, leaving me hanging in the ropes amidst smells of flowers and hay, horny like hell and unable to do more than turn my head and wiggle my toes and fingers. * * * * Minutes stretched into hours, at least that was what it felt like.
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