Archive-name: Bondage/spicy11.txt

Archive-author: Robert 42

Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 11





        Jason got home from work to find Vickie and Anna sitting in the

    dining room having coffee. He walked over and kissed his wife fondly

    and sat down at the table with them. Anna flashed a smile at him when

    he sat and told Vickie.



        "I think it would be a lot of fun, but i'm afraid my life would

    only disrupt your own. I wouldn't want to do that." Jason peered at

    both the women and knew he had walked in on the middle of a

    conversation.

    "What are we talking about here?" He asked of both of them.

    "Oh, we are discussing Anna moving in here with us. Well, how do you

    think you would disrupt our lives?" Vickie asked the stunning blonde

    woman.

    "I do most of work at home. You see I am almost constantly making and

    receiving phone calls during the day." Ahhhh Vickie saw the problem...

    She had in mind to have Anna around during the day while Jason worked

    as a playmate.

    "I don't see where that would be all that much of a problem." She

    looked at Jason who was listening with obvious excitement in his face.

    "We could turn the den into an office for her, couldn't we?" Jason

    nodded

    "Yes, I hardly use it." he said nodding his head.

    "But I have 3 phone lines at home. I would need that wherever I go."

    Anna interjected.

    "So? why not have the service transferred here?" Vickie suggested. Anna

    bit her bottom lip and picked up her coffee cup.

    "I could do that." Anna said with a wrinkled brow. "But it would be

    almost if I were putting you and Jason out of your own house."



        Vickie leaned over the table and faced Anna. "Nonsense. I'm just

    not going to take no for an answer." She said it with a big smile on

    her face. Anna shook her head.

    "I'm sorry, Vickie. I just wouldn't feel right about it. I have to say

    no."  Vickie sat back in her chair, a look of disappointment on her

    face.

    "You know we can get together quite often, anyway." Anna suggested

    helpfully to abate Vickie's displeasure. Vickie shook her head.

    "No, It wouldn't be the same." she glanced at Jason who was sitting

    impassive.

    "Well, babe. How are we going to convince her that I always get my

    way?" Jason smiled ruefully as was about to speak. Anna spoke up before

    he could.

    "Don't be like that, Vickie. I would love to if the circumstances were

    different. But it's just impossible for me right now." She said almost

    pleadingly.  Vickie waved her off with a flick of her hand.



        "Maybe I should put it a different way." She paused and looked at

    Anna who sat silently, waiting. Vickie continued.

    "You and Jason are going to get up and go to our car. You're going to

    go to your apartment, and pack every bit of your clothes, and whatever

    else can be moved by car." Anna opened her mouth to speak but Vickie

    would not let her.

    "Monday morning, you and I are going to go to the phone company and

    have your 3 phones installed in the den."



        Vickie wasn't going to let anyone get a word in edgewise until she

    had finished saying what she had to say.

    "And that, is the end of this discussion. Do I make myself clear enough

    for you?" She asked. Her lips pursed together in a thin line.



        Anna stared at her for a few seconds, then softly uttered "Yes

    ma'am" Vickie got up and started around the table.

    "Good." She walked to Anna's chair and held her hand out. Anna gently

    placed her own hand in the one Vickie proffered.

    "And when you get back, you and I are going to have a private talk

    about your indifferent attitude." Vickie said in a low voice and kissed

    Anna's cheek while she blushed and lowered her eyes.

    "Yes ma'am" she said in an almost inaudible whisper.

    "Alright you two get going. Jason, go into our room and get that plug.

    You know the one I mean. Before you leave her apartment. Put it in her,

    if she gives you any trouble.. Spank her."

    Anna turned purple while Jason nodded and left the room.



        "You see Anna," Vickie said when they were left alone for a few

    moments. "I'm not stupid. I know you can't be convinced to do this

    unless you really want to."  Anna allowed herself a smile.

    "Yeah I know" She said with a little giggle. "I feel like a captive"

    she added as Jason came back into the room with a small box in his

    hand.

    "Alright.. Go get Anna packed and moved in here." Vickie said waving

    them toward the door.





        Once in Jason's car, Anna picked up the little box that he had laid

    on the seat between them. She took the cover off and saw the plastic

    butt plug lying on some cotton. She looked toward him. "This is what

    she wants you to put in me?" She asked him. He nodded.

    "Have you ever had a butt plug in you?" She shook her head.

    "Don't worry, it hurts going in... But after awhile it starts to feel

    good." She sat in silence for a moment.

    "I don't know if I want that inside me." She finally said.

    "Well, I have to spank you if you give me any trouble about it. And i'm

    not going to go back there without doing what she told me." He told her

    matter of factly.

    "Would you?.. Spank me I mean." She wanted to know. Anna had picked the

    plug up and was examining it.

    "Yes I would." Anna slowly nodded her head. It seemed that she didn't

    have a lot of choice in the matter.



        Alright, let's not get the idea that Anna had NO say so in the

    matter. Vickie isn't going to make her do something she really doesn't

    wanna do. Anna knows this as well, but she was thrilled to the bone at

    having the feeling of being a captive if you will. She glance to her

    jailkeeper. Well, actually just a fellow inmate. They would have to

    form an alliance of sorts.





        They packed Anna's clothes and filled several boxes with a few odds

    and ends Anna felt that she needed. Once they had gotten all the stuff

    in the car, Jason took the box from the front seat and took it inside

    the apartment. Anna was walking around making sure she didn't forget

    anything.

    "Are you about ready to be getting back?" He asked her.



        She turned to look at him, "Yes, I suppose I can always come back

    if I need to." She had already decided that she was going to keep this

    apartment as well. Never can tell how long Vickie would want her

    around.

    "Okay, let's go in your room and get this over with." He said holding

    the box up.

    Anna give him a sullen look and a quick sigh before walking ahead of

    him to her bedroom.

    "Do you have any vaseline?" She pointed to the bathroom.

    Jason walked into the bathroom and came back with a jar of vaseline. He

    sat on the bed and opened the jar, picking the plug up and smearing a

    good amount over it.

    "You should lay down in the bed, it'll be easier that way." He said

    almost apologetically. Anna said ok and quickly unsnapped her jeans,

    pulling them over her luscious bottom before lying on her stomach oh

    the bed.



        Jason wasted no time, he quickly used the fingers of one hand to

    spread her sexy asscheeks and expose her crinkly asshole. He then

    lined up the plug to her anus and began pressing it into her.



        The pain of the entry wasn't as bad as Anna had feared. It hurt a

    bit as her little hole stretched to accommodate the width of the plug,

    but she received it with only a soft groan or two. When he had it

    inserted to the hilt, he leaned over and kissed both of her bottom

    cheeks before sitting up and saying..

    "See, it wasn't all that bad. Was it?" Anna had turned over on her side

    and looked up at him.

    "No. It hurt a little but it wasn't too bad." It was a bit

    uncomfortable though. it made her feel like she had to take a shit. It

    would take a bit of getting used to.



          "Mmmmm.. If you don't pull those jeans back up, we MIGHT not get

    out of here." He said as he slapped her full ass lightly. Making her

    cheeks quiver from the contact.  Anna laughed and told him that it

    might be worth it to hang around awhile, but Jason said that Vickie

    would be waiting for them.



        Anna knew that he was right, so she climbed out of bed of pulled

    her tight jeans back up over her hips. She found that the plug in her

    ass seemed to move when she walked, probably from the way her hips

    swayed when she moved across the floor.



        They locked up the apartment and went back out to the car. Driving

    back to the house, Anna started getting kind of nervous about facing

    Vickie again.

    "What do you think she's going to do to me?" Anna asked him in obvious

    distress. He had shrugged his shoulders.

    "There's no telling. But if she wants your ass loosened for something.

    She might fuck your ass with a dildo, I don't know." Anna had been

    assfucked once or twice. She was pretty sure she could live with that.

    "Do you think she's gonna whip me?" He nodded.

    "Oh yes. She doesn't like being talked back to." he glanced at her and

    saw the look of apprehension on her face.

    "But don't worry about it. She won't really hurt you."



        Anna wasn't really worried about that so much as she was about what

    ELSE the woman might do to her. from the way Jason talked, Vickie had a

    pretty wild imagination.





        Angela showed up at Scott's apartment a couple of minutes before

    8:00. She had dressed rather conservatively for this dinner date as she

    expected it to be a more or less cool dinner with a co-worker. She DID

    bring a bottle of wine, though.



        When Scott answered the door in jeans and a t-shirt, Angela thought

    that maybe she had overdressed just a tad. He greeted her and looked

    down at the bottle of wine she held.

    "Hey, great. But you really didn't have to do that." He shrugged.

    "No, I wanted to." She held it out. "Why don't you put it on ice?"

    "Yeah ok" he said taking the bottle. "Well come on in. You're a little

    early so dinner won't be ready for about a half hour or so."



        Scott offered her a chair in his living room and took a seat in a

    reclining chair a few feet away. Angela looked around the room and

    wondered to herself who did the decorating.

    "Well." He said, invading her thought. She blinked and looked at him.

    "How do you like the job, so far?" He asked her.

    "It seems like a good job." She said shortly.



        They exchanged small talk before the doorbell rang and Scott got up

    to answer it. It was dinner, Scott had ordered out for Chinese food.

    That was fine as far as Angela was concerned. At least he wasn't going

    out of his way to try impressing her or anything like that.



        But on the other hand, she did feel somewhat insulted that he WAS

    being totally nonchalant about the whole thing. So she went through the

    motions with him and ate her dinner in almost total silence. It pretty

    much goes without saying that there was a lot of tension in the air.



        Angela figured to have coffee with him and be back home before 11.

    When they took their coffee back to the living room, Scott switched

    from the beaten path to a more provocative subject.



        "I can see that I was pretty much right about you." He said after

    they had been talking for about 5 minutes or so. Angela raised an

    eyebrow.

    "I'm almost afraid to ask." She said with a sardonic laugh.

    "I see you all tough and mean, acting like a real bitch." She shot him

    a warning glance at the word bitch.. but he continued. "But just like I

    thought, you're nothing but a kitten underneath that wall you built

    around yourself." He was looking at her in a rather strange manner. As

    if he were not looking at her, but looking IN her. And that's exactly

    how his eyes made her feel.

    "Does it bother you that much that a woman can be professional, but can

    still be a woman?"

    "I don't recall saying that it bothered me." He said with a slight wave

    oh his hand. His gaze intensified, making her feel like she was on a hot

    seat.

    "But it's the real you I want to see. beneath that bitch who runs

    around the office." She looked at him and said.

    "You'll get treated exactly the way you treat me." coldly the words

    poured from her mouth. He reacted by tossing his head back and

    laughing.

    "Oooo Real tough bitch! But you're not here to act the bitch, tonight."

    He said standing up, walking over to her chair and squatting in front

    of her. His hands on the arms of the chair.



        "No, you're here to show me what's underneath it all." He looked

    into her eyes and Angela found that she was unable to look away this

    time. "I'll bet you like to wear sexy underclothes just so you'll feel

    like a woman underneath." He said, the words acting as arrows piercing

    her exterior.

    "Is that what you're doing? Wearing one of those cute little nighties

    you bought from the lingerie shop?" Angela knew it was impossible for

    him to know what she wore underneath her knee length skirt and blouse.

    But he sure as hell was a good guesser.

    "I don't think that is any of your concern." She said, feeling

    uncomfortable all of a sudden.

    "Angela.." He said in a low, dangerous sounding voice. "I know all

    about you. I know you can't do it yourself. You need someone to help

    you... I can hear you calling out for help." His hands moved over

    her's.. covering them.



        Angela lost herself in his words for a brief moment. He was hitting

    home and it frightened her.

    "I have to go." She said, but making no attempt to rise from the chair.

    "You know you don't want to leave, Angela." The pretty woman watched

    him for a moment, giving out a small whimper when his fingers closed

    around her hands.  Scott was standing, his hands pulling on her own as

    he helped her to stand with him.



        Angela was visibly shaking, but she watched him with wide eyed

    curiosity. He released her hands and they fell to her sides.

    "Take them off, Angela." He gestured to her blouse and skirt. "Show me

    what you wore to make yourself feel sexy." Each word echoed through her

    head.



        Feeling her face become hot from blushing, Angela only for the

    briefest of microseconds thought about heading for the door. With

    trembling fingers, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and began

    to open them. She still found herself unable to look away from his

    eyes. He wasn't what she considered to be good looking, But he was

    affecting her like no other had done. Her blouse was slipped off her

    shoulders and fell to the floor with a little shrug of her shoulders.



        With the same slowness, her skirt was undone and fell down her

    long, lovely legs. He had been right on the money. All Angela wore

    under her clothes was a light blue teddy, and a black garter belt that

    fastened to her silk stockings.



        Scott put his hands on her arms while they hung limp at her sides.

    His fingers were moving slowly toward her bare shoulders.

    "This is what makes you feel sexy, Angela?" He said in that same low

    voice. Her throat felt parched, she was aware of her breathing, how

    deep it had become.

    "Yes" she whispered. His hands had completed their journey to her

    shoulders.

    "It makes you look sexy, too" he whispered back to her. Her skin

    tingled when his fingers moved over and caressed her neck. Her hands

    rose and touched his arms just above his elbows.



        "We're going to unlock your deepest feelings. You're going to

    embrace all those thoughts you are afraid of." His fingers slipped

    behind her neck, Angela's lips were slightly open as she listened to

    him.



        "I'm going to give you pain like you've never known it. I'm going

    to show you pleasure more exquisite than you've ever dreamed." Her skin

    became alive with goosebumps while he continued talking to her.

    "I'll whip you until you scream in agony. I'll tie you to the bed and

    make you more aware of your senses than you've ever been."



        Angela closed her eyes when his hand closed over her hair and

    tilted her head up. He stepped up to her until he was nearly touching

    her. She felt his hot breath on her face as he leaned toward her and

    put his lips close to her ear.

    "Are you ready to liberate your body?" he whispered to her.

    Angela heard a voice from far off in the distance, a strange voice, her

    voice... it said.. "Oh god.. yes" Her hands were on his shoulders. She

    felt him sweep down and scoop her up in his arms.  Her body went limp

    in him arms as he carried her toward his bedroom.



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