Chapter – 10
Good Fun Is Shower Fun.
I slowly woke up; the morning sun pushed its beams through the slats of both bedroom shutters. Only then did I suddenly realise I was still locked in bondage, spread-eagled in the centre of the bed. The blanket had slipped off me through the night. But funny enough, I was relaxed and still horny as hell. The chastity device must have kept me aroused throughout the night with the slightest movement of my body. I have to admit, I had some of the weirdest dreams.
I refused to open my eyes; I just wanted to lie here a little longer. I moved my hips and squeezed my buttocks. Instantly, the vaginal insertion touched my G-spot and sent a wave of pleasure through me. It was as if I just stirred the sleeping dragon that lay waiting between my legs.
Suddenly, it was happening again. There was a sudden contraction of my pelvic floor muscles, which forced me to move my hips; another wave of pleasure was sent through my body. My nipples had been rock-hard since I went to bed and were now again.
It felt as if I had woken it up, brought it back online. In no time at all, this device had control of my body once again. I wasn’t ever going to complain; I was so horny, I wanted this out and someone fucking me instead. This was only day two, and I was already climbing the walls with desperation and frustration before even getting out of bed.
I kept thrusting and grinding my arse and hips into the mattress as well as contracting my pelvic floor muscles. When I was right on the edge, I pulled hard against the restraints; the helplessness and vulnerability filled me with the sensations I was addicted to. The first orgasm of the day was intense, filling every minute void of my body.
With every thrust or grind, I felt the lumpy insert massaging my G-spot as the nodules on the other end of the plate rubbed against my clitoris. I kept it up for another two orgasms. I lay motionless, panting from the intensity. I must’ve been making enough noise to alert Max, who suddenly came charging into the bedroom.
He rested his head on the bed and stared directly at me with those big brown German Shepherd eyes. He was probably wondering what the hell I was doing. I could see him thinking, wondering why the fuck Mum was spread-eagled and leashed to the four corners of the bed.
The moment I made eye contact with Max, I smiled and let out a little snort. Uh oh, that was a big mistake. He immediately launched his top half onto the bed next to my right armpit and tried licking my face. “MAX! NO! MAX STOP! GET DOWN, MAX! NO! NO!” I was yelling at him, at the same time trying to get my face away from his quick and agile tongue.
The moment Max backed away from the bed, I began releasing myself from the restraints. Escaping from this position took a few extra minutes if Max tried to help with his big paws.
I jumped into the shower the moment I was free. I discovered that my entire crotch and arse region, including my inner thighs, were ultra-sensitive. I rarely used the hand shower, but I found I needed it while wearing this device. The instant the jets of water from the hand nozzle contacted anywhere between my legs, it was instant pleasure. I made sure the water cleaned everything beneath the steel plate. When the water contacted my perineum or my sphincter, it was instant arousal. I couldn’t help but touch my sphincter. I pushed the tip of my finger in through the anus, and I instantly wanted more.
This was the first time water spraying into those two places had ever aroused me this much. Directly onto my vagina, oh, yes, most certainly. But I’d never been interested in anal sex or found it arousing. Suddenly, I wanted it.
I laughed and thought to myself, it was my body taking control of me once again, saying, if you have one hole filled already, you might as well get used to having the other one stuffed full at the same time.
I was beginning to think that the constant arousal and the sheer number of orgasms this device has created in just a few days had made everything in my body more sensitive, making it so much easier to reach orgasm. It was creating a major physiological and psychological shift in my body and mind. I wasn't complaining in any way. I was happy to shout out loud, LET’S BRING IT ON. I was secretly hoping that it was a permanent transition.
After showering and breakfast, I slipped on another summer dress and headed out for a drive to shop. I’d been doing some research online regarding toys for some anal fun. I wanted it badly for the first time in my life. I also needed to test what it was like to drive a car while wearing this device. What better way to kill two birds with one stone?
I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress apart from this evil body-controlling device. The dress was a similar style to most of my others. Wide shoulder straps, zipped from behind, hugging my upper body, and the skirt was free-flowing and mid-thigh-length. Today’s dress had a vibrant floral pattern, but with enough plain white to reveal my body's silhouette depending on the light.
I put on a pair of runners, grabbed my handbag and a hand towel, and headed out to the garage. I opened the door of our SUV and placed the towel on the leather driver's seat. I had a hunch that while driving with this device on, I’d need something to mop up my juices.
Due to the shape of the seat, the moment I lowered my weight on the towel, the plate pushed harder against my vulva. The insert pushed deeper, and the nodules pushed at my clitoris harder.
The suspension in this vehicle was firm. From the moment I reversed out of the driveway and started driving up the street, I could feel the slightest bump in the road transfer directly between my legs. Each pothole, drain cover or bump in the road was felt directly through the seat and into my vagina.
I was heading for an adult toy shop to find something that might satisfy my new anal interest. I needed my itch scratched as soon as I could, which meant I didn’t have time to bother with online shopping. The closest shop was around 15 kilometres from home. Even on smooth roads, enough vibration still reverberated through my body, keeping me on edge.
I was finding it incredibly difficult to concentrate on driving. I turned into the carpark where the shop was, and it was full of large, deep potholes that made the car bounce. I orgasmed even before I had pulled up in a park. I turned off the engine and kept my head back against the headrest, waiting for the orgasm to pass.
Even though I’d had such an incredible and extremely adventurous sex life, coming here today to this shop made me feel dirty, embarrassed and ashamed. I’d never felt like that when buying online.
I put on my sunglasses, checked the mirrors as if I were checking to see if someone I knew was nearby, took a deep breath, and got out of the vehicle.
The moment I opened the shop door, the little bell above it rang so loudly it could’ve woken the dead. I felt nervous. Another loud ding came from behind me when the door closed automatically, making my heart skip a beat.
The shop was full of numerous rows of sex toys. Toys of every colour and every shape imaginable. Oh my god, where the fuck did I start?
“Good morning, Miss, can I help you?” boomed the voice of the massive, bearded man sitting in the dark corner behind the counter.
“Ah, good morning, Sir,” I replied nervously. I froze, not knowing what even to ask for.
He could tell I was nervous as hell. “Is there something you need for a specific purpose?” he asked next.
I blurted out nervously, “Anal.” After pausing for what felt like an eternity, I said, “Errr, do you have any toys for anal?”
“Yes, ma'am, lots. It’s one of the most sought-after genres,” he said, lifting his bulk off his stool and moving out from behind the counter.
“Down here,” he said with a loud voice as he walked to the other side of the shop.
I nervously followed this huge man like I was a naughty schoolgirl just caught masturbating for the first time.
He waved his giant arm back and forth and said, “This entire wall is all for anal use. Some can be used both for vaginal and anal. Take your pick. Find something which floats your boat.”
“Thanks,” I said, almost stuttering.
“Call out to me if you need any help. I’ll leave you alone,” he said, moving slowly back to his stool.
I stood looking at the entire wall at all the different types of toys used for anal. There was everything from beads to entire forearms that had a clenched fist at one end. As I looked over the toys, I decided to pick one I could use both vaginally and anally. Then, I thought I’d like something I could use both in the shower and in bed.
After standing there perusing everything for what felt like 10 minutes, a booming voice came from the other side of the shop, “How’s it going, Miss? Have you found anything which takes your fancy?”
I yelled out, “I’m close. Should have it worked out soon, Sir.”
I found a range of penis-shaped silicone dildos that had a suction cup on the end where the testicles were. I could stick it on the shower tiles or furniture. Or I could use it in bed. Now, the decision on size--and there were many, ranging from ones not much bigger than a finger to ones that would possibly bring tears to an elephant.
I chose one that was around the average size of a man’s penis as far as girth, but was about 7 to 8 inches long, excluding the testicles. I thought it was plenty big enough to give me pleasure and not stretch me too much.
There was a huge array of butt plugs, all different sizes, some with tails, some jewelled, and some very plain. I went through them all and picked out 2. Both were slightly larger in diameter than the ones I had at home, with longer stems and larger flat plates at the bottom. One of these had a black-and-white, fluffy tail attached to the plate. The tail was cute and looked a bit like a Border Collie's.
Feeling really pleased to have finally found these, I took them back and placed them on the counter for the man to process.
“Ah, perfect sizes for starting,” the big man informed me.
I gave him a strange look and said, “For starting? What are you implying?”
He began to chuckle and said, “Ahhh, they always start with this one. A week or so later, they come back in and upsize.”
I was speechless for a while, then replied, “Yeah, but I like my bum to stay nice and tight.”
He began laughing even harder and finally replied, “That’s what they all said, too.”
He picked up each toy and examined it closely before putting it in the discreet brown paper bag. Before putting the tailless butt plug into the bag, he paused, looked at me and said, “Do you want to wear this home?”
Oh my god! Did he expect me to duck into the side room and shove this up my bum for the trip home? The expression on my face must’ve said it all. I frowned at him.
“I’m just asking. Most people who buy these are plugged before they even reach the car park,” he said.
I rolled my eyes at him and snorted, “It’s okay, I think I can make it until I reach home.” The answer made him say nothing further and drop it into the bag.
After paying, I picked up the brown paper bag off the counter and headed out of the shop to the car. The moment I was out in the open, the same dirty, perverted feeling hit me. I was looking around, hoping not to be noticed.
It wasn’t until I was home that this perverted feeling subsided. Every time I glanced at the brown paper bag full of new toys on the passenger seat, that same perverted feeling flashed back.
A message arrived on my phone from Master Allan as I pulled into my driveway. With the brown paper bag in hand, I ran inside the house.
I read the message from Master Allan, and it read: So, what did you end up buying and what size?
The moment I saw this, I thought, WHAT THE FUCK. Oh, for fuck’s sake. Surely, he doesn’t know where I’ve been.
Size of what? I replied.
MA: The size of the dildo and the butt plugs. I think you made a good choice.
I paused after reading this message, wondering how he knew. Was he connected in some way to the giant, grotesque, bearded man who was behind the counter? Was there any way he could hack the shop's CCTV cameras?
I had no idea how he did it. It was becoming a common theme. I needed to get a point across to him.
Me: Does it matter? I think, going by your answer, you already know the answer. I'm beginning to think all the cameras need to be removed from my house. By now, you should know that I carry out your tasks; I don’t think you need any more proof.
I waited for his reply. It took him longer to respond to this message than to the previous ones. Maybe I struck a nerve. Almost another 30 seconds passed before the ‘DING’ of his reply finally came: Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Yes, you are correct; they’ve fulfilled their purpose and can probably go. Please feel free to shut them down and remove them; either you can do it, or I’ll come around and do it myself. Let me know what you prefer.
Me: Thank you, Master. It’s okay, I can do it myself. I’d rather have you around for a totally different reason. But you’re probably busy with the new build now.
MA: Good news, the house is finally finished, and I’m moving in tomorrow. I am planning a party over the weekend, and I’d love you to come as my submissive and stay for a few days. Oh, it's okay to bring Max. I’m sure Winnie would love to catch up with him as well. What do you say?
I paused for a long moment before replying, long enough for him to think that I wasn’t.
Me: I’d love that, Sir. I feel like I am becoming a little desperate, hence today’s shopping spree.
MA: I have no doubt. That’s the entire reason for the device's design. You’ve been the best crash-test dummy any manufacturer or inventor could have wanted.
Me: Thank you, Sir. It has been intense. I’d love to come to your party. What would you like me to bring? And where do I need to go?
MA: Bring the bare minimum. I’ll send you a dress. I’m just letting you know that whatever you choose to do during the party, all guests have completed health checks and are married, albeit not in the happiest way. I’ll supply your clothes; just be prepared for a good time. I’ll have you arrive for a little fun before the guests arrive.
Me: Mmm, that sounds very interesting. What about food and things like that?
MA: Don’t worry, you won’t need to do a thing; it’s all being catered.
Me: Anything else?
MA: Nope, come and be your sexy self, enjoy the party, prepare to get wet, and you can stay for a few days. I’ll send you the coordinates and the address on Saturday morning. It’s quite remote; you might need your SUV.
Me: Okay, great. I’m looking forward to it already, most probably for the wrong reasons. I’m sure Max and Winnie will be glad to see each other again. Speak later. xx
MA: Until later, XX
Straight away, my mind was buzzing with things that might or might not happen at his party. It sounded very interesting. He hadn’t mentioned much at all about his new house, apart from the fact that it had taken a long time to build.
After that SMS conversation, I thought he now realised I needed some privacy. Asking me what I bought from a sex shop when he already knew the answer was overstepping the line. I knew that the cameras in my room and bathroom had nothing to do with his surveillance outside, but it was a start. He had to trust me; I would follow his instructions.
Without wasting any time, I unmounted the cameras in the bedroom and the bathroom. The moment I had all four in a plastic bag by the front door, I felt so much better. Yes, it had felt very erotic, and it had also been a lot of fun. I really didn’t mind them being there as I trusted Master Allan, but I needed to make a point that I didn’t like the way he had me under scrutiny everywhere I went. I thought removing the cameras might make the biggest impact.
I went back upstairs to my bedroom to peruse my new toy selection. I emptied the brown paper bag onto the bed. The penis-shaped dildo with a suction cup on one end felt soft and sexy, close to the real thing. I was becoming aroused from just holding and examining it. I wanted to try it out sooner rather than later.
I picked up the butt plugs. Their bulbous heads were slightly bigger than the plugs I already own. They also have a bigger base plate to prevent accidental insertion. One contained a cobalt-coloured jewel in the base; the other, a bushy black-and-white dog's tail.
I was incredibly horny. I had my vagina filled already, my clitoris covered and massaged, and now I was desperate to fill the remainder. Maybe a gag for my mouth, and one of these new toys for my bum.
Unable to stand it any longer, I took my dress off and threw it on the bed, then grabbed the dildo and went into the bathroom. I went into the shower cubicle and decided to mount this thing on the wall beneath the shower, on the third tile from the bottom. I rubbed some spit on the suction cup and pushed it against the tile.
The dildo stuck so well on the tile that there was no way it was going to come off when I pulled on the penis with lots of force. I grabbed some lube from the bedroom and covered the silicone penis bit for the first 4 inches. I also lubed up my sphincter. I placed lube on my finger and fucked the entrance so the lube penetrated.
I was teetering on the edge of orgasm. The whole process of getting ready for this and the device between my legs had been so arousing. I knelt on the floor of the cubicle and pushed back against the dildo. I reached behind and adjusted the angle slightly so that its silicone head was pushing at my anus.
With a little bit of wriggling, it began to push into my bum deeper. OH FUCK! I screamed as my sphincter stretched slightly. I paused, trying to relax and then pushed back a bit more. Bit by bit, it slid into me. The deeper it went, the easier it became. It wasn’t long before I was moving back and forth, having this thing fuck me. I was moaning so fucking loudly that Max, obviously worried about me, came and barked at the bathroom door.
In less than a minute, I began to orgasm. Not a single orgasm, but multiple orgasms. It was the first time in my life that I’d ever had multiple orgasms from being fucked anally. After 10 minutes of fucking this, I reached around behind me and turned on the flick mixer of the shower. Thirty seconds later, warm water covered me. Oh fuck, this felt so incredibly good.
By the time I finally stopped from orgasm exhaustion, I fell forward, lying face down on the floor of the shower cubicle, while warm water kept spraying down over my body. Several minutes later, I stood up and washed myself as well as the dildo. I felt a buzz, the feeling you get when you try something for the first time and really enjoy it.
After drying myself off, I wanted to try out the two new butt plugs. I applied some lube to the plug with the tail attached to the end. I knelt with one knee on the bed to give me better access and pushed the bulbous head at my anus. Initially, it kept tightly shut. I wriggled the plug, and slowly, once I began to relax, my sphincter opened and allowed it to slide into me. I moaned loudly as the fattest part went through the opening. The moment the plug was inside me, my sphincter slammed shut around the stem.
Max, upon hearing my loud moan, charged into the bedroom and skidded to a halt. He looked at the tail, then at my face, and back again. I saw him thinking, "What the hell? Mum has grown a tail.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. Not a dog who appreciated being laughed at, he barked at me and leapt forward to give the tail a quick sniff. After snorting in disgust, he took off out of the room and back downstairs.
I looked at myself in the mirror and thought it looked incredibly sexy. It felt incredible moving about, especially in conjunction with the vaginal insert. Even after having multiple orgasms in the shower from the dildo, I was still horny as hell.
A short time later, I removed this one and replaced it with the jewelled butt plug without the tail. Both were the same size and shape, and both felt the same inside me. I needed to take Max down the beach again; I didn’t need people to see my tail dangling beneath my summer dress.
End of Chapter
