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Dinner and Then Some
By Guess and Paris Waterman
Copyright 2002


Chapter Nine

Leigh slept late the next day, awakening only when the phone rang.
Groggily she answered it, hoping it would be David. She fought to keep
the disappointment from her voice on hearing Gabby's shrill voice, or
at least her voice sounded shrill to Leigh.

"Hi! What are your plans for this afternoon?"

"Oh, Gabby, I've got a dreadful headache. Advil hasn't helped at all.
I'm lying here in bed hoping for a miracle, but shopping isn't the
answer."

"Hmmm," her friend hummed, thinking rapidly. "Did you meet him?"

"Who?"

"Your mystery man, did he call?"

Taking too long to respond, Leigh decided not to say anything. It was
the wrong choice. Gabby seized on it.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Gabby . . ." she protested, but knew her friend had her and decided
to confess.

"Well . . ."

"Tell me! Oh do and I want all the filthy details."

"Oh, come on Gabby, grow up!"

"You went with him!"

"Yes, I went with him."

"Tell me!"

"It was good."

"It was good! Is that all you can say? Were there rockets, countless
orgasms . . .?"

"You could say that."

"My God! I'm coming over!"

"Gabby!"

"Right after I change my panties!"

"NO!"


"What? Did I hear you say not to come over?"

"You did."

"Why? What ever for? I mean, were friends and friends share the most
intimate things."

"I . . . I'm expecting company." It was the best excuse she could
think of under pressure and it seemed to mollify her friend.

"Well . . . in that case . . . news at eleven then, ta ta." And the
phone went dead.

Before Leigh could compose herself the doorbell rang. Grabbing her
robe she made for the front door. She was too late to greet the UPS
deliveryman who was getting into his van, but he spotted her and
waved, pointing to the package at her feet. Gingerly she stooped over
and picked it up and went back inside.

She held it to her nose and sniffed. It was from David! It bore his
scent on it. Hurridly, she tore the package open and found a note.

I trust this finds you, my dearest, in good spirits. I do want to
visit with you again, and soon. I will call around one, but in the
meantime, please open the package and make use of my present. Now, you
may find this present difficult at first, but keep trying, for I shall
certainly inspect you carefully to assure myself that you have made
proper use of it. Clear cut instructions are included so that there is
no mistake in applying it correctly.

Until we meet again, I am

Your Master
 

She tore the package open and was stunned to discover what she knew
immediately to be a butt plug. Recoiling away from the package, she
began to sob uncontrollably. To make matters worse, the phone rang.

Letting it ring fours times, Leigh reluctantly answered it, fearing it
was David. But it was Michael, her husband.

"Hello darling, how are you?"

"Michael?"

"Who else is calling you these days. I've only been gone a couple days
and you've forgotten my voice?" He said jokingly.

She summoned up the strength to calm down and resume speaking.

"No, darling, it's good to hear you. I thought it was Gabby bothering
me about going shopping when I don't want to."

"What you don't want to go shopping? Are you ill?"

"I do have a splitting headache, but she and I have been out everyday
since you left and I'm really bored . . .at least for the present."

"Well, my speech was a tremendous success, at least from my point of
view and I'll be home tomorrow night. The following night you and I
are going out to celebrate."

"That's wonderful darling. Shall I pick you up at the airport?"

"No, I'll catch a ride in with Jeffery or Martin."

"What flight are you on?"

"Continental 574, it should arrive around 8:30."

"I can have dinner waiting."

"No, don't go to the trouble, we have a lay-over of almost two hours
in Denver, I grab something there."

"It's really no trouble at all."

"I appreciate it darling, but all I want is to get you into the sack
and make up for lost time."

She had to laugh. "Alright. That sounds good to me too. So I'll see
you tomorrow night then."

"Right. I love you, Leigh."

"I love you too," she said and mimed a kiss although he couldn't see
it. The conversation over, Leigh pulled the butt plug from its
packaging and read the sparse directions.

Sporting a frown that changed to a grimace, she went into the bedroom
and located the K-Y Jelly.

`I'm actually going to try this,' she said to herself, dipping her
fingers into the jar and lubricating her rosebud. After making certain
the butt plug had sufficient lubricant she tried to insert it.

And failed.

Gritting her teeth, Leigh placed her index finger at her entrance and
pushed. `Well that's progress,' she told herself as her finger slid in
about an inch. She spent the next ten minutes preparing her asshole
for the plug, realizing that it was not as easy as she had thought it
would be. In thirty minutes time, she was pumping the plug itself into
her ass some three inches each time, but kept meeting fierce
resistance. Then on one of the in strokes the plug managed to slip
past the obstacle, `probable a muscle,' she thought. It felt strange,
but good, and it was causing Leigh to grunt on the in stroke.

She gave the plug a good push, and plunged into sharp pain.
Withdrawing the plug while she recuperated, Leigh went back to the
instructions and reread them. She found nothing new, or useful and
contented herself with adding additional K-Y Jelly to her ass and
discovered it was not the impenetrable closed hole it had been a few
minutes ago. It was dilated, ever so slightly, about an inch in
circumference. She pushed her lubed finger inside and then went back
to the jar for a much larger amount, and shoved that in as well. Then
she picked up the plug and slid it in. Success! It went further than
it had before, and Leigh could feel the bulb spreading her asshole.
But she also found it extremely uncomfortable. `Perhaps I need to lube
the butt plug itself,' she thought. But the moment she released her
pressure on the plug, her anal muscles sent it flying past the towel
and onto her bedspread. Before she could curse the light brown stain
on the white bedspread, she realized something wonderful had happened.
The withdrawal itself had sent a delicious thrill through her body.
Her nipples were tingling and her cunt felt like, well . . .like she
was on the brink of a marvelous come.

Anxious to reach fulfillment, she grabbed the plug and reinserted it.
This time she ignored the pain, impatient to drive it further than
before, she used a series of short strokes and soon only the round
flat base remained outside her body.

Suddenly she was all to conscious of the pain. For a moment or two it
was almost unbearable, and suddenly it began to ebb. She explained
this to herself, `I tore my rear open with the damn thing, now there
will be hell to play.'

Then, just as suddenly, Leigh began to feel warm and her breasts were
tingling again. `What the hell?' she thought moving her finger over
her clitoris. She began to writhe from the slightest bit of
masturbation. `Am I going to cum from this?" she wondered. She kept
touching herself and at the same time ground her ass into the bed
causing the butt plug in her rectum to move.

"Christ, this is GOOD!" She shouted aloud, humping her ass down on the
plug as she masturbated. "Oh, I wish I had a cock handy right now!"
She bellowed, puffing frantically, awaiting the huge orgasm that
loomed deep within her.

She came hard and long.

And lay still for several minutes, gasping with sated satisfaction. 

When she got up to get a drink of water, she realized she was still
impaled with the plug and as she went down the stairs that it felt
very good having it there.

Going back up the stairs gave Leigh as much a thrill as going down
had. Back in the bedroom, she plopped down on the bed, being careful
not to impact the base of the plug in her ass. Then she tried removing
it. As the bulb got halfway out, the whole plug glided gently from
her.

`What a delicious feeling!' she thought and quickly pushed the shaft
back into her ass. It slid right in, swallowing the bulb to rest on
the base. She grabbed the base and began to work it in and out of her.
The feeling of being full, relieved, and refilled by the plug was
sheer ecstasy!

Leigh chucked to herself. `If Gabby could see me now, fucking myself
with an anal dildo! She'd be at a loss for word for the first time in
her life.'

Then her thoughts turned to David his beautiful hard cock. `Oh, I want
to suck that beautiful thing until I can't stand it any longer and
then have him ram it into my pussy. No I want him to fuck me up the
ass! Yes! Up the ass!'

She wanted a prick in her now! Thinking fast, Leigh remembered having
purchased a dildo several years earlier that she'd given up on. `Where
was that damn thing?' Then she remembered, `The closet! I bet it's in
the closet!'

It took a few minutes before she located the rubber cock in a shoebox,
then she scurried back onto the bed and held it up for close scrutiny.

`The damn thing even has veins in it, why did I give up on it?' She
knew the answer to that was a night of passion with her husband
Michael. After the real thing she simply hadn't felt a need for the
dildo anymore.

Squeezing a generous amount of lubricant on the penis, she decided the
bast way for self-penetration would be for her to squat over the towel
that was protecting the bed from any obtrusive stains. Leigh worked
slowly, reminding herself that patience was a virtue, then found
herself giggling uncontrollably as she thought, `And I'm not very
virtuous today, ladies, am I?'

Lifting her hips a little, she tried to inset it into her anus, but it
skidded on the lubricant and went right into her cunt. Pulling the
instrument from her, she knelt back up and rocked into another squat,
this time she carefully positioned the dildo at her anal entrance and
shoved. It slipped in easily. Since the dildo was wider than the butt
plug there was a brief flash of pain, but as she continued to settle
upon it the past receded.

Soon Leigh was groaning with lust again. But squatting wasn't doing it
for her. She dropped on her side and slowly began moving it in and
out. She had to remind herself to keep it slow it was to thick to move
any faster, at least for the moment. Maintaining the slow pace for
several more minutes she suddenly went rigid as her orgasm poured over
her. To Leigh's surprise she discovered the loud, guttural sounds she
heard were her own; and suddenly she was squirting again as she had
the night before!

Nevertheless, she continued pumping the dildo in and out, still
maintaining the slow, easy strokes that was so pleasing to her ass.
The squirting ended and she lay there blissfully uncaring on wet
sheets. When Leigh was past her sensual lethargy discovered the bed
itself was thoroughly soaked.

The phone rang, rousing her from her lethargy. Cursing the
interruption, she struggled to cross the bed and reached for the
phone.

"Hello?"

"I'm parked around the corner. I thought that best."

It was David!

"David?"

"Try again," his tone was militant and reproachful.

"Master," her voice subservient.

"Much better," he replied. "I'll knock on the door in exactly two
minutes."

"Yes master," she said, stunned that he'd actually come to her
residence.

She threw on a robe and ran down the stairs to await his arrival. He
was precisely on time, but Leigh didn't care, throwing open the door
and ushering him inside.

"I never expected you to come here . . ." she remembered in time and
added, "master."

"You are my slave. I can have access to you anytime I want you."

Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor in stunned shock. `Michael
would find out about this. Her marriage was ruined,' she thought as
she lay crumpled on the parquet floor.

"Get up." David ordered and she slowly got to her hands and knees and
pulled herself up without his help.

"Where's the butt plug you're supposed to be wearing?"

As Leigh related what had happened and her use of the dildo, he began
to smile.

"So you adlibbed, eh?"

"I guess so, master."

"Let's go to your bedroom shall we?"

"Yes, master. It's this way, please follow me." And she led him
upstairs to the master bedroom. The irony of the term presented itself
to her as she allowed him to enter the room before her.

"Ah!" David said, "wet the bed have you?"

"I . . . I squirted again, master." She acknowledged, her head bowed.

"Get back on the bed, put the butt plug back in and masturbate for me.
I want to watch you for a while."

"Oh, and wear these." He tossed a pair of white women's gloves to her.

Confused, Leigh pulled them on and reinserted the plug in her asshole.
It slipped in easily..

"Go on, masturbate."

"But..."

"Use the jelly, it's right there on the table next to you."

"But..."

"NOW, slave!" Leigh trembled at the authority in his tone and dipped
her gloved fingers into the K-Y Jelly then slowly worked it into
herself. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her humiliation
combined with her submission produced a steady stream of tears down
her cheeks.

However, after a few minutes of diddling herself the heat seized Leigh
and she was breathing hard. The crying ended, she concentrated on
pleasing him. She realized how she must look to him, lying on her
back, legs splayed, panting, and a mild orgasm hit.

David watched amused as Leigh shrieked and flopped about as she came.

"That was glorious, slave," he said. And she was filled with yet
another type of contentment at satisfying her master.

She was docile as he rolled her onto her stomach, then fastened her
hands behind her.

"Tell me," he asked, "how does it feel to lay there in your own body
fluids?" He asked as he tied her ankles to the footboard.

"Not too bad, master. It was cold at first, but not now."

"Well then," he said deviously, "the laugh's on me." And he began
tickling her.

After a few moments, her laughter took on a hysterical tinge. He kept
on and on, with Leigh laughing, choking, gasping, pleading. Only when
David thought he had exhausted her endurance did he stop.

He freed her hands and lay next to her, kissing her shoulders and
neck, slowly tracing the outline of her back with his finger. Leigh
finally caught her breath and purred as he gently stroked and kissed
her. She quit purring as soon as he started attaching the nipple
clamps to her breasts.

"Ready for your punishment?"

"What?"

"Your deserved punishment for not having the butt plug inserted in
that pretty little ass of yours when I got here." He tightened the
nipple clamps.

"But I explained that to you, master . . . I . . ."

She got no further. "You failed to obey me." It was a simple statement
and she knew he fully intended to punish her for disobeying him.

"Ohhh!" The clamps were tighter than she'd expected.

"Ohhhh!" David continued tightening the clamps. Leigh was in dire pain
now and trembled, thinking her poor nipples were being mashed.

"Present your ass to me."

"Yes, master," and she scrambled to all fours and placed her rear
facing him. The tightening on her nipples had ended. `Now if I can
only endure the current level of pain,' she thought.

"I'll give you this," he said, "your asshole is nicely dilated. It
should easily accommodate my cock, but first you need this if only to
reinforce my orders from now on."

David produced two cane switches from beneath his belt, running the
tip of one over Leigh's body, tracing her legs, her ass, brushing it
along the skin of her back ever so lightly.

Leigh was afraid now and he could taste it. Then, with a switch in
each hand he began.

Swat - swat - swat! Beating a rapid tattoo on her rear end. Leigh
jerked and thrashed, but was utterly helpless. David worked his way
down her legs to the soles of her feet and back again. He drank in her
screams. Finally, Leigh stopped screaming and just lay there absorbing
the blows without so much as a whimper. She had crossed some kind of
threshold and for a moment, David thought she was unconscious and
ended the beating.

She clung to him, quivering. 

"I hate you!"

"No you don't."

"I do hate you!"

He kissed her softly on her mouth. Then slowly began to lick her salty
tears away.

"Oh, David . . . "

"Yes?"

"Don't leave me!"

"I won't leave you.'

The enormity of it flooded over her and she was overcome by her
emotions.

"I love you, David," she managed and clung to him.

"I love you too, Leigh," and held her tight.

He allowed some time to pass and then roused her from her pain-induced
slumber.

"It's time, Leigh."

"What?'

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass. Think you need anymore lubricant?"

"Huh? Hell yes!"

"What?"

"I mean . . . yes master."

"All fours please," he told her.

She complied and with her head down on the pillow, placed her hands
behind her knees. She realized her nipples were numb and wondered if
they had had been permanently disfigured.

David spread her cheeks open with one hand. He leaned in and kissed
her there, taking in her taste, her scent, how her sphincter
tightened. His cock twitched.

"Spread your cheeks." She heard his commanding voice as both firm and
dreamy. Working his finger inside her with slow circular motions, he
licked and sucked her firm, round globes trying to sooth her
red-marked butt to a more relaxed state before inserting his thick
prick. Carefully squeezing a tube of lubricant, he squished the warmed
jelly into her rectum. Then he leaned back and observed his finger
gently pushing inside.

Leigh was silent throughout, except for an occasional involuntary
whimper, but she reveled her true feelings as her palms slid around
from the cheeks of her ass to cup her dangling tits and pinched her
swollen nipples with one hand and tugged at the chain with the other.
David continued the process of readying her, taking his finger out,
adding more lube, then two fingers, then three.

He guided her back with one hand and held his throbbing cock with the
other. She felt his swollen head at her puckered hole. Easing his
cockhead against her, he began his penetration.
It was relatively easy for David and he was pleased that she had
properly prepared herself for him.

It was different for Leigh however, as he probed her anal channel, a
searing pain bit at her innards, blurring for the time being, any
thought of pleasure.

"AHHHH!" She moaned, long and loud.

"That's it slave, enjoy the pain. Go with the pain." 

He leaned forward and kissed her back. Sliding deeper, one hand
swooped around the slight swell of her belly to her clit. The other
cupped and squeezed her heaving breast. Leigh accepted him as he drove
his full length into her, biting her lips until they bled, fearing the
worst, that he had ripped her insides to pieces.

Then her body accepted him and the awful pain turned to a sweet pain
of pleasure that seemed to lull her senses. Her fingers dug into his
thighs as she arched her back and began to push back at him as he
plunged into and out of her ass.

Leigh gasped as his finger entered her cunt. With almost no trouble at
all he found her G spot, and slowly massaged it.

She moaned her way into another orgasm.

He pinched the end of her clamped nipple and her pleasure soared even
higher.

His prick and finger kissed through the thin wall of membrane that
separated them. Her ass cheeks pressed on his balls. Grunts and groans
filled the room as they both climbed the ladder to ecstasy.

His balls began to contract. 

Leigh continued coming.

Her anal muscles were milking him as the ripple began at the base of
his cock. He released the nipple clamps and tugged them off at the
exact moment her cunt and ass spasmed. She shrieked her pleasure to
the night as her convulsing body released the force of another
gigantic orgasm. The same ripple rode his cock and he exploded.
Shooting to the deepest recesses of her ass.

Still in the throes of the climax, Leigh was sobbing uncontrollably,
the pain in her rectum excruciating. But the fire wouldn't go out, she
wanted more even though the muscles in her legs and stomach felt as
though she had run fifty miles.

"This is so bad," she whispered to him. Her breath was coming out in
short rapid pants.

"Your husband could come home at any minute," David said, a cruel
smile on his face.

"No . . . not until tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, he called earlier and told me."

"Want me to fuck you?"

"God! Are you hard already?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then give it to me, please!"

He entered her swampy cunt, easily sliding in his full length.

"OHHHH!"

He pulled out, leaving only the corona inside her.

"OHHHHH!"

"Want it hard and fast?"

When Leigh failed to respond he stopped. Immediately she gripped him
by the shoulders.

"Yes," she hissed, "Yes! Hard and fast!"

It was hard and fast. And she gave as much or even more than he,
clutching, wriggling and gasping. She seemed exhausted.

"Does your husband know you have affairs?"

"I don't have affairs . . . you're the first in all my marriage."

"You expect me to believe that?'

"I don't care what you think."

"Oh, really? You know I can turn up at your door at any time and do 
anything I like to you."

"God, please don't say that."

"I might even bring a friend."

"Jesus, don't go there."

"Look at you, you're ready for another round of hard fucking.

"I . . . I"

"Sure you are," he said and thrust three then four fingers into her
gaping cunt.

"Ugh!" She grunted and unable to control herself ground her pussy
against his hand.

"Shall I fist you?'

"No!" Leigh shouted, alarmed that he might just try to do it.

Then he relented, extracting his fingers and wiping them on the
already soiled sheets.

"Where's that fucking dildo?" He asked as he looked around on the
floor and spied it by the back of the bed.

"Put the butt plug back."

She found it next to the crumpled pillow and inserted it. Her body
betrayed her and she farted from the intrusion into her anal orifice.
David laughed and jammed the dildo into her cunt.

She moaned because it hurt. Then he tied her hands to the headboard
and followed up wrapping the remaining rope around her legs and
securing them to the posts at the foot of the bed.

"Test them," he said, and she did. The knots held.

"And so I bid you goodnight my dear," he said sadistically.

"David! You're not leaving me like this?"
"Be thankful I haven't gagged you Leigh."

"But . . . my hus . . ."

She realized what his plan was and she went quiet.

She heard the door slam shut as he left, hoping it was only a test,
she lay there in a cold sweat. When at least an hour passed and David
didn't return, she began to weep.

She was still weeping the next afternoon when Michael returned home
and found her. Leigh had soiled herself and the bed sometime the night
before.

He untied her, carried her to the bathroom, where her drew a bath, but
first placed her in the shower and stepped in himself to cleanse her.
Much later, he made them both a stiff drink and sat down next to her.
She accepted the drink but cringed as though she expected to be struck
a blow.

Then, taking a long drink, she looked at her beloved Michael over the
rim of the glass.

"I suppose I owe you an explanation," she began.

"There's no need. I'm divorcing you. I don't expect you to contest it.
You can play your S&M games to your heart's content."

Michael!" She began to plead, but he cut her off.

"It's over! I don't want you. I guess I still love you somewhat, but
quite frankly, you disgust me.
Make some calls and find a place to stay. Be gone by this evening."

He left her sitting there.

`Where,' she wondered, `where can I go?"

Weeping profusely, she called Gabby. There was no answer.

The End

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