Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/satnite1.txt

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    "An Interesting Saturday Night - Part 1 of 5"

    My day began normally as a usual Saturday, but I knew that I would
be entertaining at least two other couples that evening. So I went ahead
and got the little tasks out of the way first, preparing myself, and
then took a couple hours off to relax. About two-thirty I decided that
it was nearly time as I started getting ready for that night.

    The first thing that I knew I had to do was go into the bathroom and
started getting myself all cleaned out.  I usually get started the night
before or no later than breakfast by not eating anything past that
point.  Then I will take a light laxative in the morning to help with
what I have to do later on in the day.  Everything so far had worked as
planned and I was feeling real empty by now, and even a bit hungry.  But
I knew that if I ate anything I would pay for it later, and I put the
hunger out of my mind.  Well, I filled my old bag up to about a
quart-and-a-half, and hung it on the side of the shower.  The white tube
and tip hung to the floor, so I got myself over all on my side.   I
reached around and got the tip in my hand and slipped it inside me.  All
I needed to do was slide my hand up and release the clamp now.

    Once I did that I just laid back and relaxed while I felt the warm
water going inside me.  It really felt good to me as I am accustomed to
having enemas on a regular basis.  I made the most of the feeling.  It
doesn't take long for just a quart-and-a-half to run out, and this time
was no different. Well after it was empty I took the tip out and laid it
on a towel beside me.  After that I just laid on my back and let the
water do it's thing. The feeling of the water moving around inside me
and going from place to place is something you have to feel to
understand.  As much as I enjoy it I have never been able to explain
just how it feels so others can understand.

    Well, time passed, and I knew that the water had done it's thing and
I needed to get up and go sit on the john.  I have learned and taught
myself to completely relax as that it makes expelling the water much
easier.  It was no different this time because as I relaxed more and
more, it all came out. I noticed that it was not as clear as I needed it
to be so I knew that I would need at least one more.  I usually wait at
least thirty minutes between enemas as that has proven to be A better
method for cleaning myself out.  But when my husband Jay does it for me
he will give me one right after the other. I get clean that way, but
it's not as comfortable for me!

    About thirty minutes had passed and I went back and repeated the
process again.  It was getting close to 4pm in the now and I had to try
and be finished by five o'clock if I could.  The place that I was going
was just over 60 miles away and I had to be there no later than 7 pm.
So, I had rushed this one some and checked to make sure that it was
either clear or almost clear.  It was!!  I didn't bother getting dressed
yet and just walked into the living room where my husband was watching
wrestling on TV.  I told him that I had cleaned myself out as best as I
could and asked if he wanted to check.  Hell, he told me to go and get
two Fleet enemas ready and bring them back.  He have always kept several
of those on hand as they are good to have for a final cleansing.  I
returned with them still in their green and white boxes and handed them
to my husband.  He told me to get on my knees with my head down to the
floor in front of him.  Just as I did I felt the first tip go inside me
and the liquid run in.  Just a few seconds later I felt the other tip
inside me and the liquid from the other one was inserted.  He told me to
flip over on my back and he started rubbing my stomach.  Damn, that
always makes it harder to hold, but it does make sure that there is
nothing left in me.  After I was really straining to hold it he told me
to go and expel it, but not to flush.  I was glad to obey him and at
this point I headed for the toilet.

    I got in there just in time, and I mean with out a second to spare.
So I just relaxed and it didn't take long for it to all come out.  This
time it was only liquid and that does make expulsion much faster.  When
I was finished I called my husband as I knew he wanted to be sure that I
was as clean as I could be at this point, and I might add...I was. Well,
after he was satisfied that the task was completed he told me to take a
quick shower and just slip on a dress (no panties or bra, just a dress).

    I dried off and went to my room and picked out a loose fitting dress
and slipped it on.  When I walked out into the living room where my
husband was still watching wrestling. He asked if I was ready and I
said, "Yes!",  so he got up and told me to slip on a pair of flats and
we headed for the van.  He had about an hour drive to the house where I
naturally was expected.  We talked on the way there and I asked what he
had planned.  He said that he was just going to drop me off and pick me
up in the morning around eight or so. I asked why he wasn't staying this
time, and he told me that they wanted me alone.  That is when I asked
what they had planned.  He replied that he wasn't sure but that it was
going to last quite a while.  I had been with one of these couples
before so I really wasn't too worried about being left alone. I didn't
know exactly how many others were going to be there, but knowing would
not have made any real difference, as a deal is a deal, and I agreed to
going.

    Even though is was right at an hour we sure seemed to get there
fast.  He arrived about five minutes before seven, and that made me
right on time.  They had a big house, set well back from the road.  As
we drove up the driveway I saw the porch light come on.  When we stopped
the van, the woman of the house was standing at the door waiting for us.
I got out and walked toward the door with my husband behind me.  As we
got inside the entrance-way my husband told me to strip down and take
off my shoes.  I slipped my dress off and handed it to my husband and
then he reached down and picked up my shoes.

    At that point the woman of the house moved to my rear slipping a
leather belt around me with a big O-ring in the center.  She went behind
me and buckled it tightly around my waist.  She came back around in
front of me and told me to stick out my right arm.  That's when she
fastened a handcuff to it, and pulled it down so she could slip the
other cuff through the O-ring.  When she reached for my left arm and
pushed it down where she could fasten the other cuff on my wrist.  After
that she walked into the next room and came back with a pair of metal
leg cuffs and short chain between them.  She got down and fastened them
securely on my ankles. Once she had me well disabled from any sudden
moves she told my husband that if he wanted he could leave and come back
in the morning.  So he reached for the door knob and out he went.  A few
minutes later I was still standing in the entrance-way and heard the van
start and drive off. At this point I was on my own, and I mean on my
own.

    The woman told me to follow her, as we walked into the main part of
the house.  As I entered the next room only her husband was there
sitting reading the paper.  I asked if I was to be her slave for the
night, and she said that the rest of the guests would arriving about
seven-thirty.  When she told me that was to be my only question and I
was not to speak again, unless told explicitly to do so.  So she lead me
to a living room chair to sit and wait. Then she applied some
desensitizing ointment to my nipples and left the room for few minutes.
Her husband never bothered to look up at me.

    My nipples had readily absorbed the anesthetic and I couldn't feel
my nubs as the Lady of the House returned back to the room. "That will
take some of the sting out when I put the clamps on", the woman said.
"It's only a topical anesthetic and last for only a short while and
you'll end up thanking me after I apply tighten and apply some
pressure".

    She reached down and began tying me up and binding me tightly at my
waist to the chair.  My hands were still handcuffed to the belt in the
O-ring.  Then she tied each of my legs to the bottom of the chair.  She
bent over me and rubbed my breasts, saying "What a nice pair of titties
I had".   She took some soft nylon rope and started to make a rope bra
as she wrapped my breasts encircling my my globes so they projected
outward.  Then she took out a pair of nipple clamps.  The clamps were
all lightweight steel with curved fitter cups which slipped just under
my nipples.  As she tightened them firmly in place they burgeoned my
nipples out as she screwed them down tightly as they hung down holding
my nipples in place.

     "Ohhh!, that hurts Mistress", I said as my head went up against the
back of the chair.  "Oh, now...now...only a few more minutes," the
Mistress said.

     The pressure from the clamps oozed my nipples taunt until they were
all shiny and erect.  She bent her head over and ran her tongue all over
my nipples and my areolas which turned a reddish-blue color. Hell, I was
even starting to get a bit horny now and I bent my head down to watched
her. She continued with licking and sucking my breasts with this
enjoyment of hers for about ten minutes or so. Again her husband never
looked up from his paper.

    "My Dear," she said, "I just love to lick and suck a hot bound
woman's breasts, - It's so erotic and makes me totally horny!" "But I
don't want to leave any marks - so this session must be very short
lived", she added.  And as she said that she began to hurry as she began
to undo everything.

   She removed the clamps and untied me as she stood me helping me out
of the chair.  Now she told me move over into the center of the room and
stand there awaiting further orders until the others arrived. I promptly
did so, as I was in no position to make her upset with me. I waited for
their other guests to join us.

-=> (Continued - See SATNITE2)