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Pandora’s box

In Anal on October 24, 2009 by Mariah Tagged: , ,

Pandora was a very naughty girl. She was also selfish and oversexed. She only ever thought about her own pleasure. Her boyfriend was a very good person, he loved her so much that he put up with all her faults, and she used him in every sense. Also her sexual appetite was enormous, she couldn’t get enough of it, and she needed a minimum of 10 orgasms a day. She masturbated frequently when she was alone, and when she wasn’t she got her boyfriend to give her several orgasms through oral sex. When she had had enough, she rarely wanted to pleasure him, all that mattered was herself. Her boyfriend fantasied with anal sex, but she didn’t want to know, as she knew that she wasn’t going to get an orgasm that way. Pandora was also very lazy. She lived off her boyfriend. She spent most of her time at home, or shopping. She didn’t even know what he worked as, it just wasn’t interesting to Pandora, as long as there was plenty of money for her.

One week he had to go for a business trip leaving Pandora on her own. The third day of his absence an enormous box came through the post. Pandora put it in the living room and didn’t give it a second thought. However, two days later Pandora was bored, and she felt curious to know what was inside.

That night, when her boyfriend called she told him about the parcel. – ” A Big box came for you through the post, would you like me to open it for you?”

– No, just put it in my study – said her boyfriend in an offhand manner. – “Why not? Come on, let me open it… – said Pandora in her whinnying tone.

– ” I said no, it’s not your parcel, just forget about it, it’s just something to do with work, I will open it when I get back, okay?” And with that he hung up. Poor Pandora, she just couldn’t forget about the box. Hour after hour she looked at the it, thinking what could be inside. Finally, curiosity got the better off her, and making all sorts of excuses in her mind she ripped the parcel’s paper off, and opened the box. She really had no idea what could be inside, but she certainly didn’t expect what she found, there was what seemed to be some sort of sexual toy, what looked like a stainless steel chastity belt. It was so beautiful, Pandora was very taken by it, and she couldn’t resist getting undressed and putting it on. She had no intention to lock it, she just held it up to her waist to see the effect, but as she did so, the two ends snapped shut, pulled by some sort of powerful magnetic attraction. The belt was fastened tight, it was a perfect fit.

Pandora looked at herself nervously. She loved the sexy effect of the belt. She fingered the meshed area where she could pee without touching her clit and pussy. She felt her ass, so exposed and free from the restraining belt, and twisted her head to see how it looked.

A closer look at the belt showed her that there didn’t seem to be a lock, she couldn’t even see the joins that had clicked together when she put the belt on. She began to feel very nervous, she looked in the box to see if some keys or instructions were there, but there was nothing. She tugged at the belt, trying to pull it off, but she couldn’t.

– How in the hell do I get this off? – she thought – I bet he has done this on purpose, knowing that I would look in the box and try this on. He just wants to humilliate me knowing that I won’t know how to get it off. I can’t bear the thought of him having to see me like this – and with this she stamped her foot in rage for falling in such a silly trap. But bear it she had to. For several days she had a very uncomfortable time, peeing through the mesh of the belt, not being able to clean herself properly, not being able to touch her pussy. This was the worst part, she really was used to have at least 10 orgasms a day, of thinking of her own pleasure, and now she could not. She felt a ticklish feeling in her clit, and she couldn’t touch it, it sent her wild. She felt so near cumming, but without that final stimulation there was no relief for Pandora. All she could do was suffer and wait.

Finally, Friday came. Her boyfriend was due back from his business trip that afternoon. Pandora was waiting for him in the living room, decided to get over the worse part as soon as possible. Letting him see her like that and laugh as much as he wanted, the sooner that happened the sooner she would be freed of the evil contraption. But oh how humiliating it was, she felt like a greedy child that had been caught with her hands in the cookie jar. There was no way she could hide the evidence, it was fastened tightly to her waist.

When her boyfriend finally arrived and let himself into the apartment, he smiled in a cruel manner Pandora had never seen before. He looked at her nude body, her nipples were hard and looked highly frustrated, she looked so hot in her new prision as she rubbed her ass because of the the humiliation and her nervousness. Her face was red, and she found it hard to meet his gaze, she decided to act very submissively, unlike her normal self, so to finish as quickly as possible, she was in no position to have a tantrum as she normally would have and make demands.

– Well well – he said- look what we have here. – he laughed and then continued – Now you know for whom I work, I make chastity belts, but not just any chastity belts… no, belts that Masters and Mistresses use when they want their slaves permanently chastised. The belt you are wearing is the pilot model, the first experimental permanent chastity belt made with your measurements and a cast. I am sorry to say that there is no possible way of getting out of that belt, but of course, I had no intention of you putting it on… – and with this his expression tried to look sorry.

She smiled and laughed. It was all nerves really, she didn’t believe him. He was just teasing her, making her squirm, humiliating her and taking pleasure in the power he had over her. She didn’t believe for a minute that she was trapped in a permanent chastity belt.

He embraced her, she was quiet, shocked, not believing, quite unlike her usual self.

– My poor little cat. You have been chastised for being too curious. I told you didn’t I? well didn’t I?, to leave the box alone… And having said that he licked his finger and put it in Pandora’s virgen ass. She moaned in pleasure, so in heat was she, so frustrated, that this unknown anal pleasure was divine.

– Thank God we have your ass free, I am now going to be able to really enjoy it. That frustrated state you will always be in, will mean that you will really enjoy anal sex, I bet you will actually beg me for it. – and he continued to move his finger in her ass. He then put her on all fours and fingered her nipples as he slowly inserted his now hard penis in her tight ass. What a pleasure it was, he had never felt anything like it. He could hear her moan and she was mounted, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, until he finally cum..

My poor little love – he said – no orgasm for you – looking with a little pity to his girlfriend, who had now put her own finger in her ass, trying to get a little more pleasure. He kissed her forehead, and left her to her thoughts.

Night after night Pandora begged him to tell her the way out of the belt. And night after night he told her that there was no way out. Frustrated and whimpering, feeling her clit beating inside it’s prison, she would finally beg him for some anal pleasure. And he readily complied. So if you are a naughty girl, curious and oversexed, I would be very careful. Perhaps you will end up like poor Pandora, with no orgasms ever again. Be-careful because Curiosity frustrated the cat.



Too much of a good thing

In Anal on October 24, 2009 by Mariah Tagged: , ,

Norman had finally persuaded Jenny to do him. Sure, they had experimented with anal play for some time now, and she had even inserted a couple of fingers into him once or twice. She was reluctant to do even that because it was perverted and “dirty.” But she wanted to please him, and he talked her into trying it… just this once.

A week later there was a nondescript package lying on their doorstep. That on-line toyshop certainly did ship promptly. They unwrapped it together, he with eager anticipation, she apprehensively. There it was, a black harness with a chrome ring. Cocooned in bubble wrap was the payload, a realistically styled eight-inch silicone dildo. They almost overlooked the small squeeze-tube of water-based lube.

It was several days before she worked up the courage to try it. They were making love, and Norm had just brought her to a second orgasm by sucking on her clit. She was oddly reluctant to be penetrated, but he was entitled to his pleasure, too. She caressed his ass with a wicked gleam and reached back into the far recesses of her underwear drawer.

“Bend over the bed and relax. You wanted this, and now you’re gonna get it.”

Eyes closed, and his chest sinking into the soft mattress, he felt her finger gently rubbing between the split of his buttocks, then withdrawing. Now the finger was back, and there was something cold and wet there and it was pressing into his hole, then sliding in. Now there were two fingers in him and wetness was dripping out of him and running down his left thigh.

“I think you’re overdoing it with the lube, hon.”

“Well, let me know when you’re ready. I wasn’t too keen on this idea in the first place, and maybe I just want to get it over with.”

“I appreciate it, baby, believe me. Pleasuring me like this is a very loving way of caring for me.”

Oddly enough, the simple act of snapping the dildo through the harness ring sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Why was that? She was about to do something twisted and sick. She was going to stick this silly cock-lookalike deep into his bunghole like she was a queer fucking another queer. The more she thought about how perverted it was, the more it turned her on. This is sick, so SICK. And somehow fascinating.

She held on to his hips and gingerly pressed the dildo’s bulbous tip against his opening. “Does that hurt?”

“No. So far, so good. Push into me slowly.”

She moved her hips toward him and pressed forward slightly. His hole dimpled inward, then opened up. The dildo seemed to pop past a slight resistance, and the length of it began disappearing into him, into his body, *into his hole*. The sight of his asshole stretching and widening, then clamping down as the silicone cock slid into him made her shudder. She was doing it! SHE WAS FUCKING HIM IN THE ASS! There was a sound like crashing surf in her ears and her legs were trembling. Her pussy was spasming. She had just had her third orgasm.

“Hello? Honey? You still there?”

“Norm, this is doing weird things to me. I’m so hot. I’m all the way inside you and I have the urge to just fuck and fuck and *fuck* you. I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to plunge in and out. I want to possess you. I want every part of you to belong to me.”

“Easy now, hon. When I’ve loosened up a bit, you can pound a little harder.”

Pushing inside, then pulling out. The rocking back and forth excited her, then soothed her. She drifted into a kind of rapturous trance, as she plumbed his depths, and pillaged and looted his innermost treasure. ‘This is what a man feels like, this intoxicating sense of utterly possessing a lover, of total ownership. This is the ultimate power over a human being. I LOVE it.’

She shuddered as another full-body orgasm rippled over her like an earthquake.

The pulsing earth rhythms of wind and rain resonated to the thrusting of the piston into his lower gut. It was an oceanic feeling, of balancing on the razor edge of eternity, of being at peace with himself and the universe. It was a sense of acceptance, of calm that Norm had never before found in his life. The bedsheet beneath him was soaked with come.

He shuddered again and again, and drifted in a neverlight of dimly illuminated memories and dreams. The alternating pressure within his bowels, the liquid friction, the feeling of being filled, then emptied, periodically brought him exquisite pleasure, then draining release.

“Honey. Hey, I’m starting to feel a bit sore down there. You’ve been at it almost an hour. Ease up a little, okay?”

“Gosh, I’m sorry, Norm. I don’t want to cause you any discomfort. It feels so GOOD. Just one more push, huh?”

“Well, I guess a major transformative experience is worth getting my ass torn up for. Go for it.”

She collapsed onto his bent-over form, the entire length of the surrogate cock all the way up inside him. Dried sweat and body fluids glued the fronts of her thighs to the burning flesh of his buttocks. Her pussy was throbbing and empty.

“Fill me, Norm, if you can. Now. I need you inside me. Please.”

He could, and did. And again.

The next morning, in the shower, as he bent over for the soap he felt her hands on his butt cheeks. Then a finger slipped inside him.