Stranger at the Door III

I had ignored his calls and messages for two week. Smiling with malicious pleasure when I heard the pleading in his voice. I vividly imagined the sorrow in his eyes. The calls began as a few rings and then hang up. They progressed until he began to leave more than just hello on my machine. Each message had sounded more and more desperate. I laughed.

The phone rang late one night and I was greeted by harsh breathing and slurred speech. I listened patiently to all the threats and promises, the pledges of love and hate. Finally the call tapped off to sniffling sobs and then a soft snoring. I shook my head and rolled into slumber.

The following morning I listened halfheartedly as the machine picked up. It was my new toy. He sounded very formal and apologetically mater of fact. He told me he was ashamed of his previous behavior and that he had drunk himself into a stupor to chase me from his mind. He couldn't think, eat or sleep and the booze seemed like the only way. He said I was buried so deep inside of him he would never be free. I picked up the phone.

"Have you practiced?" I heard the clatter as he lost his grip on the phone. The dry whisper on the other end let me know he was nodding his head. I gave him the information and hung up only to dial a number and recite the order to the individual on the other end. It would be done.

The warehouse was small by industry standards but it would fit my purposes nicely.It was almost one in the morning and the room was large and solid black except for the lamp that hung over head. I heard the door on the far end open and swing shut. The clicking of heels on the cement floor brought a smile to my lips. I must have been grinning like a wolf because he paused on the outskirts of the pool of light.

I had told him I wanted no interruption once I had started so he must eat a large meal at least two hours before coming. He was to be clean shaven from the shoulders down and he would need to rub oil into his skin. He glistened in the light and I watched him until he began to fidget toying with the boy-shorts he wore. His ass looked so fetching in women's panties. I made him turn slowly for my amusement.

"To me" he started to kneel and I shook my head. Blushing he began the slow heel to toe walk to my side. His hips swayed and the front of the panties were starting to twitch slightly. I knew he was excited it shone along with the devotion in his eyes. Tonight would seal his fate.

"Open it" I purred sliding a box over to him with my foot. I shot past him and he turned to retrieve it. "Don't bend your knees" I saw him struggle to stay balanced while forcing himself to bend and keep his knees locked. His ass rose in the air and I whistled long and low. The nylons were diamond patterned and you could see the silk threads flush against his skin. I had made him wear them inside the boy-shorts and I knew the were constricting as he grew fuller and stiff inside them.

He carefully opened the box and gazed in horror. Inside nestled between the sheets of violet tissue paper were two enema kits and some rope. I deftly tied his wrists and ankles together. Moving with a casual speed I slid the boy-shorts down off his hips making sure to graze his dick with the backs of my fingers. His hips jumped of their own accord and I slapped his cock with an open palm. It jumped higher.

I smiled sweetly as I turned him around and forced him to look straight ahead. I slid the nozzle of the first kit into his ass and he shuddered as I filled him with the bottles contents. His cheek were pink and lovely. I had purchased a special funnel with a short, wide spout. The end had been cut with a steak knife to provide a jagged edge. I slapped his ass hard and slid the funnel in without warning or lubrication. His outcry was a blend of pleasure and pain. I saw tears of gratitude. The second bottle was emptied.

"Can you feel the pressure building?" I whispered in his ear. I stroked his balls gently, slapping his head playfully. I pinched his cheek as if he were a cute innocent child. The beads of sweat sprang up. He shivered all over an infinitesimal quivering of his body.

"Hold it" I told him as I slowly undid the ropes. He stood the red never leaving his face and he fought the urge to release everything his bowels held. I took my time enjoying every muffled whimper. He cried silently eyes pleading for his need to become my will. I looked at him coldly.

"It is approximately thirty yards to the restroom." The smile I had was almost feral. He took a step back. From the darkness I pulled and old fashioned waste basket. It was an empty metal canister wide enough for him to get his ass stuck in should he fall.

"Sit three inches above the lip " again the flat bored voice he hated hearing. He held himself exactly three inches above, eyes streaming, ass clenched tight. "Don't loose it". He cringed at the sound of latex gloves snapping into place.

"You feel it don't you" I asked him softly. I pushed my hand between his cheeks and slowly ran a finger over the spasming pucker. "It throbs inside doesn't it" my fingers made small circles around his asshole.

"How would it feel if I slid my finger inside and then my fist?" He trembled all over face going a plum color in an effort to slow the tide. I moved my hand and slid it around to cup his balls.

"Let go" he groaned, sobbed, growled at he same time as the rush of fluid left him. It was as if a high powered faucet had been turned on. He cried desperately then. The sound of his dinner hitting the inside of the can almost deafening as it bounced through the warehouse. He stayed poised above the can until I drug him to his feet. I kissed him gently on the lips and parted them with my tongue. Softly I licked the inside of his entire mouth. He moaned and stood up right.

I lead him to a drain in the floor some ten feet away and turned on the hose. The water was frigid and raised goosebumps instantly. I sprayed his legs and feet his back and arms. I walked up behind him and forced his head between his knees while he stood. He hissed in a breath as I pushed the end of the hose into his ass. Water filled him and began to flow freely down his legs.

I passed him a loofah and a bar of soap. After his impromptu shower I handed him a cock ring. He tried several times to put it on but the cold water had left him flaccid and shivering. I brought the strap on out from the shadows and licked the dildo meant for him. It had the desired effect. The metal ring was firmly in place and he was almost throbbing viably. I handed him my toy and lifted the hem of the tiny skirt I wore.

He knelt down and held the harness open so I could step into it. I looked down at the top of his head until he realized I was not pleased. He glanced up and saw the sadistic humor in my eyes. He looked back to the object in his hand and discovered the series of snaps. His face burned scarlet. He fastened the hip belt first as I sat in a sturdy wooden chair. He looked at me then and swallowed hard. I spread my legs slowly.

He stared wistfully at the soft curls and silently took a deep breath. I reached out and twisted one of his nipples. He leaned into my hand just enough to let me know he had truly missed my touch. His eyes locked onto mine as he slid the phallus deep inside me. Moving as quickly as he dared he adjusted and fit the thigh straps. I took the dildo intended for him and screwed it into the end of the one inside me. They would move as we moved. He dropped to his knees and kissed the tops of my feet.