Christine's Special Room (Ch1)
by NiteWriter
(January 2003)
This is a story about Christine's love of being dirty. She lives
with her boyfriend who creates endless ways of using her and making her a filthy
little girl. This chapter tells how Christine is prepared for a day of fun in
her special room.
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It was Saturday morning and Christine and I had slept a bit late. By the time we
got out of bed and had breakfast it was almost ten o'clock. Christine kept
asking what I had in mind for her today. I just smiled saying, "all in good
time." I even watched some television a while just to increase her anxiety of
anticipating the nasty events that I might have in store for her today.
Let me explain. Christine and I have lived together for quite some time. Our
enjoyment is sex. Actually I should say nasty, dirty, filthy, kinky sex. We
enjoy exploring new ways and different scenarios to satisfy each other and
Christine gets very aroused by being submissive for me. She will do just about
anything I ask without question. She even goes out of her way to entice me and
get me started. I'll give you an example.
During the week we both work, but Christine is usually home before I am. On many
occasions when I walk in the door, she's there waiting for me. Sometimes she'll
be wearing a sexy little outfit spread-eagled on the sofa. As I walk in she'd
say, "fuck me." It's always nice coming home to something like that.
I remember one night when I opened the door she was there naked except for a
pair of high heels and a collar around her neck. She was bent over leaning on a
chair in the foyer spreading her asscheeks apart. The second I closed the door
she begged, "I need it in the ass real bad "daddy." Many times she calls me
"daddy" because I always say that she's my "little girl." It's just another one
of the games that keeps us so crazy about each other. But I don't just fuck her
standing there. I drag her excitement out until she can't stand it anymore.
For instance, one time she stood there while I inserted a ball gag in her ass.
That's right. I didn't use it in her mouth. Instead, I stuffed the huge ball
into her asshole. I even attached a clothespin to her clit at the same time.
Then I had her make dinner. I loved watching her walk around the kitchen knowing
that her ass was stuffed. As she'd walk by I'd give a little tug on the
clothespin making her squirm. I made her keep the ball gag inside her ass even
while we sat and ate. Then afterwards I removed it and fastened it in her mouth
where it belonged. Stuff like that always leads to a great night of nasty sex.
Now today was Saturday and Christine was anticipating a whole day of fun. At
about noon I asked her to change. "Why don't you go put something on really
sexy."
"Like what," she questioned?
"Something skimpy, surprise me," I answered.
She quickly went upstairs to change. After a few minutes had passed, she
returned looking as sexy as she always does in one of her cute slutty looking
outfits. It was a black, short, leather skirt that barely covered her ass. She
lifted it to show me that she wore panties, but they hardly covered anything.
And since the skimpy underwear was so tight fitting, I could see her clit ring
clearly through them; not to mention that the material was already getting wet
from her pussy. Her legs were covered to mid-thigh with black fishnet stockings
attached to a garter belt. I've always liked the way she looks wearing them. Her
top was a loose wrap-around tied in the center, leaving her cleavage cut so low
that it exposed most of her thirty-six inch breasts. And that long dark-brown
curly hair, flowing down to her shoulders, simply complimented her appearance.
She looked like such a slut; just the way I like her.
I walked over to Christine and gave her a big kiss while at the same time
teasing her nipple rings through her top. About a month ago I took her to have
rings inserted in her nipples and clit. They were just one more addition to make
her look more like a whore.
When our kiss broke I told her, "Don't expect to have those panties on too
long." Then I took her by the hand leading her downstairs.
Let me tell you about our basement. It's our special fun room. It's the room
where we have our nastiest sex. Christine always gets so excited when I take her
down there and today was no exception. "Is this what you had in mind for today,"
she asked? "Our room?"
"Only part of it," I replied. "There's going to something extra special today."
I knew that peaked her curiosity.
Our basement is completely set up for sex. We have every sex toy that you might
imagine displayed in cabinets or hanging from the walls. There's a wide variety
of dildos and vibrators, bondage wear, including straps, paddles and various
restraints, anal toys, butt plugs, enema bags and nozzles. We also have a fully
equipped gynecological examination table. Needless to say, we've collected quite
a few toys over the years. I think what excites Christine the most is that she
never knows what I'll use. It's always a surprise and I always manage to devise
some new ways of using them all the time.
As soon as we reached the bottom of the steps and entered our playroom,
Christine immediately went to the table and laid face down on it. She knows the
procedure. We've been doing this for a long time. Whenever we go to the basement
she knows it'll be a night of fun. And that fun is submitting herself to me
unconditionally. She gets so excited when I begin playing with her body, knowing
that ultimately I'll be doing some really nasty and dirty things to her. Now she
was waiting for me to begin.
Unless I tell her otherwise, she lies down and waits for me to administer a
cleansing enema. She knows I love playing with her ass, so an enema is necessary
to clean her rectum out. I remember the first time that I gave her an enema. She
was so embarrassed. I filled her ass using a regular enema bag and nozzle. Then
I lead her to the bathroom to empty. As the water gushed from her bowels she
held me so tight, while telling me how humiliated she felt because I was there
hearing it and smelling her dirty expulsion. But as time went on and we repeated
the process, she said that the feeling of humiliation, although it didn't go
away, actually became arousing. Of course, I always did things that were
humiliating during her enemas, like the one time I reached between her legs as
she sat on the toilet and fingered her asshole feeling it come out.
I gazed at my beautiful Christine lying there on the table. I reached up under
her short skirt and pulled those panties down her legs. "You can put them back
on when I'm done,...maybe...," I commented with a chuckle.
I pushed her skirt up over her waist and instructed her. "Okay kneel up,
Christine." She quickly got on her knees sticking her ass out to me. She waited
while I prepared a full four-quart enema bag and hung it over the table above
her. "I have a new attachment," I casually mentioned. Christine looked over her
shoulder to see. Every time I say I have something new, her excitement grows
tremendously.
"I think you will really enjoy this today." I went on to explain what I had
bought.
I had attached to the bag a German-made enema syringe with a black, hard rubber
rectal nozzle. The hose itself had a built-in squeeze pump with a one-way flow
valve so it would pump water with every squeeze, and draw water from the bag
through the suction hose upon each release. I told Christine that they called
the pump the Surger, because each squeeze would give a very noticeable sense of
water rushing over sensitive anal tissue. I figured Christine would love that
feeling of water gushing into her rectum instead of just flowing in.
"Oh my God," she gasped out when I finished telling her about it.
After applying a small dab of lubricant, I pushed the nozzle through her tight
anus until it was completely inside her ass. I stroked her asscheeks feeling her
soft flesh. "Are you ready, slut?"
At this point Christine becomes my slut. Part of her submission to me is
transforming her mind as well. She needs to understand that what she is allowing
me to do requires her being addressed appropriately. So until we go back
upstairs, she now becomes my slut.. my whore... my filthy little bitch. And she
knows that I expect her to obey me completely and do everything I ask, no matter
what it is.
"Yes I'm ready," she replied. "Clean me. I need to be clean for you."
Normally the water flowed by gravity into Christine's rectum when I gave her an
enema. This time would be different with the new attachment. I grasped the
rubber pump in my hand and squeezed it completely, emptying the whole thing at
once. I figured the squeeze pump held maybe a pint of warm water and it
literally gushed into Christine's ass. The feeling was overwhelming as the fluid
splashed into her bowels.
"Ohhhhhhh!!!! Fuccckkkkkk!!!.... Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh....," Christine
whimpered and moaned as her ass began filling.
Just like the instructions said, the pumped filled back up when I released it.
I squeezed it again, sending another blast of water jetting into her ass.
"FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!..." she screamed out again. The sensations
almost made her cum and lose control of her bowels at the same time. I could see
her clenching her asscheeks to hold it in.
"You hold it now, slut. Don't lose any," I ordered, expecting her to maintain
control. "This is going to clean you out real good."
After pumping twice the feeling of fullness must have been incredible, but there
was still a lot of water in the bag. I squeezed again.. and again... and again.
Each time the water pumped deep into Christine's bowels at a speed that was
making her crazy. She was squirming on the table. I could see her constantly
clenching her asscheeks so as not to lose any water. The bag was beginning to
flatten out, as I pumped and squeezed until all four quarts were inside
Christine's sexy bottom. She was breathing heavy. She was grunting and groaning.
I slapped her ass. "Feel good bitch?" I asked. I knew in that kneeling position
the water was running further up into her rectum and deeper into her body.
"Lay down," I instructed and helped her lay flat out on her back.
"How long will I have to keep it," she asked.
"You should know better than to even ask," I replied. "You'll empty out when I
tell you. And if you lose any, I'll give you another two quarts and make you
hold it all night."
I then attached her wrists to the cuffs and chains that were located above her
head and placed her feet in the stirrups on the table, thereby spreading her
legs apart too.
"No please.. not like this," she pleaded. "I can't hold it like this."
"Yooouuu Slut!!... Bitch!!.... Stop whimpering and just hold it in you dirty
whore." And then I walked over to some of my toys to see what I wanted to use
next.
I took my time deciding what I wanted to do. I could hear Christine still
whimpering softly, as the enema was beginning to build up pressure inside her
rectum. I knew she desperately wanted to release it.
I came back with a can of shaving cream and a razor saying, "How about I shave
your pussy while that water cleans your ass?" She pleaded, "Oh please.. I don't
know that I can hold it much longer? Please!"
"No,... I'll shave you now," I replied. "I want your cunt and ass clean and
ready at the same time."
Despite her squirming in discomfort and the constant clenching of her ass to
keep from losing any of the enema, I proceeded to spread the white cream between
her legs. I like to keep Christine clean-shaven. When I lick her pussy and
tongue fuck her; I enjoy the smooth feeling of her cunt lips in my mouth.
"Please hurry," she begged.
I know it was mean, but I was enjoying her discomfort. I began with the razor,
slowly shaving the short cunt hairs from between her legs. I couldn't hurry like
she wanted, as I didn't want to cut her. So I was very careful and deliberate. I
stroked the razor on the sides of her slit and then with my fingers pulled her
cunt flesh to one side and then the other, as I cleaned off all visible signs of
pubic hair completely. The whole time I kept looking at her asshole knowing it
was full in there. One time I touched her tight puckered hole when she clenched
and told her, "Good girl. You hold it in there for me like a good slut."
Finally, I finished with the shaving and wiped the remnants of cream from
between her legs. I unfastened her restraints, letting her get up, and then
helped her off the table. She started toward the bathroom.
"Not yet slut. Where do your think you're going?" I yelled out.
She looked back stopping in her tracks. "Oh please, please let me go," she cried
out.
"In a minute," I answered. "Let me see that full ass. Bend over for me."
"Oh daddy,... what are you doing to me," she whimpered nearly in tears. I'm sure
she was at the breaking point of losing all control. She was squirming and
showing obvious signs that the pressure inside her ass was extreme.
Despite her discomfort, Christine bent at the waist offering her ass to me. She
knew what I was going to do. I'm sure she was praying that she could hold all
the water that I pumped inside her ass until I allowed her to empty.
I grabbed a wide leather strap off the wall and stood behind my darling slut. I
swung the strap letting it impact fully across both cheeks. "Smackkkk!!! Then I
gave her a second one. "Smaccckkkk!!!!" She whimpered and groaned. I went up
behind her to feel the warmth on her ass where I just spanked. Then I reached
between her legs and fingered her pussy. She was soaked. I asked, "Does my
little slut girl need to empty her ass? Or does she need to be spanked some
more?"
"Ohhhh!!!.. Please!!!..., let me go...please..." she begged. I pushed my fingers
into her cunt. She was dripping wet. I started fucking her with my fingers. She
immediately reached down between her legs grasping my hand and holding my
fingers that were buried inside her cunt.
"Ohhhh,...Ohhhh,...Ohhhh,....Ohhhh,..." she was moaning wildly.
"Okay..., GO....," I replied.
She hurried off to the bathroom and seconds later I could hear the flow gushing.
I also could hear moaning too. I peaked in and saw her rubbing between her legs,
masturbating her clit. She was cumming. I decided to leave her alone to empty
out and enjoy her orgasm. I had some other things to prepare for her. But I
wondered how that made her feel having that sudden emptying feeling expelling
the enema, while her cunt was throbbing.
She returned about ten minutes later looking pretty washed out. I pointed to the
table and she lay back down. Again, I fastened the restraints, cuffing her hands
to the table and propping her legs up in the stirrups.
That's when I heard the doorbell. I left Christine bound to the table naked and
walked upstairs to answer the door.
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