SANDRA AND MARCUS

By Sandra

Chapter 1. A walk in the wood.

I have been fascinated by bondage as long as I can remember, but for a long time there was no one else

involved. But then I met Marcus. He is my black knight, about whom I have dreamed and dreamed.

It was a Sunday midmorning, and we had nothing much to attend to. So inevitably, we would play.

Sometimes, I was in charge, but this time it was Marcus's turn. We liked bondage, and the sun was shining.

Marcus said: "My dearest Sandra, undress now" and I got quickly undressed. "Now fetch some shaving

cream, a bowl of warm water, and a new razor". I did as told.

"Now lie on your back on the dining table", "come closer to the edge", "legs in the air and wide apart",

were the next commands. I complied and new what would happen next. Marcus soaped my pussy very

well, took a new razor from the top drawer, and shaved me very clean. I really enjoyed it, it felt very nice.

He even took the time to shave my armpits. And he also soaped and shaved my anus area. It was a bit

embarrassing, but I decided not to show any discomfiture, and just spread my cheeks wide and let him go

ahead. "Come down from the table, and stand still with feet apart and hands over your head". I did. And he

walked three circles around me admiring his work (and his beautiful girlfriend).

He then told me to fetch my red harness. It is made of soft smooth red leather and it is my favorite harness.

There is a fairly wide belt around the waist, and a flat strip down the middle in the front that ends in a

metal ring around the pussy. From the ring there are two straps to be led through the crotch, across the

buttocks and attached to the waistband at two points at the back about 12 inches apart. There is thus very

open access to both the pussy (through the ring) and the anus. In the middle of each buttock strap there is

a strap intended to fasten the wrists there. To make the wrist strap anchor points less moveable there is a

leather strap between them, and from each of them to the waistband at the sides. There are some

additional multi-purpose D-rings on the waistband and wrist straps. There are also two more accessories. A

metal disk can snap on the pussy ring to cover the pussy completely. It can be locked in place with a key

that fits a key hole in its center, thus turning the harness into a chastity belt. The other accessory is a strap

that can be connected to the pussy ring and to the middle of the back of the waistband, thus covering the

anus (and holding in place any objects placed in it). This strap has a small hole where the anus is. I shall

return to the purpose of that hole.

Marcus told me to put on the harness. Once I was in, he checked it for tightness, and then he took a remote

control dildo from our toy-box (which was always near when we played), put it into my very wet pussy, and

locked in place with the snap-on disk. He also fastened my wrists to with the wrist-straps, put a collar

around my neck and fastened a dog-leash to it. "My beautiful Sandra, now it is time for a walk in the sun",

he said and strolled into the garden pulling me after him with the leash. I trotted along.

There are tight bushes around our garden and it is not easy for by-passers to see what goes on inside. We

have a garden-shed made up of criss-cross wooden panels (of smooth wooden strips with gaps between).

The shed made for an excellent place for all sorts of bondage, without giving away this primary purpose

that it served. And now Marcus tied me to the shed. He placed my legs wide a part, and tied my ankles, my

knees and the waistband of the harness to the shed, and also fastened my upper body (with a rope that

crossed between my breasts) and my head (with a ball-gag). I was pretty much immobile.

"Mmmm". "Let me heat you up a little". He fondled my breasts, and played with the remote control, until I

was becoming crazy for an orgasm. But he was good at judging when he must stop, so I didn't get my

longing fulfilled.

Now events took an unexpected turn (at least for me). I usually went to the bathroom in the morning and

Marcus new I had already been. And now he did something he had never done before. We have a garden-

hose attached to a mixing tap, and Marcus turned it off and adjusted the temperature to comfortable luke

warm. Then he put rubber gloves on his hands and put the hose up my anus! I was so embarrassed, but

when because of my gag all I could utter was "umphf umphf". But Marcus seemed not to mind at all, and

just carried on cleaning my inside. Gradually he pushed the hose further inside. I could not really see what

happened but I could feel the warm water pour out of my anus (and at first I could smell that I was being

cleaned). After some minutes Marcus said: "There, that was 8 inches, and now the water runs out clean". I

could also tell that the smell was gone. He opened the water tap more for a strongish water jet and hosed

me thoroughly (on the outside). Then he said, "There---Now you're as clean inside as outside!"

Marcus now brought out an item that I had never seen before. "It's an enema plug" he explained. He

showed it to me and explained its function. It was a fairly thick but short butt-plug, tapered at the top end,

again narrower near the bottom, and then a flat base. A hole ran along its length, and at the bottom there

was a spout for attaching a water tube. The spout had a built in valve that could be closed by tightening a

rotating a ring at its base. He also showed me a rubber tube and how it was possible to attach it securely to

the spout. The other end of the tube was fitted with a simple stopper (I have seen a stopper like that on

racking tubes for home brewing). He now put the plug in my arse, and fastened it using the strap with the

hole in it that I told about before. He then attached one end of the rubber tube to the butt plug and the

end with the stopper to a funnel. He now ran into the house and brought back a measuring jug from our

kitchen. He filled it with exactly one liter of luke warm water, climbed on top of a chair and poured the

whole liter gradually into the funnel that he raised over his head. I tried to resist the water filling my arse,

but there was no way that I could. He repeated the procedure with another liter of water. The feeling of

fullness that I felt in my arse when it became filled with the water cannot be described. I just had to go to

the bathroom! But of course I couldn't. "Umphf umphf". Marcus now closed the stopper and then the valve

at the butt-plug base. He then untied me from the shed.

As soon as he took my gag out I started to complain. "I cannot be like this". "I must go to the bathroom".

"Please Marcus—please". But he simply said: "Later. You must hold it out. Maybe you will enjoy the feeling

when you get more used to it". And I resigned myself to my fate.

"Let's go for a walk in the woods", Marcus said next. "Go and put the yellow summer dress". That dress is

my most slutty one. It is bright yellow, and has short sleeves and is very short, probably exposing parts of

the harness if people look carefully. It covers the shoulders, but the back is completely open, and on the

front it is open down to the navel. He released my hands and off I trotted and came back shortly wearing

the dress. He pulled on my leash and I started to complain. "We might meet someone. I cannot be seen like

this. Please. This is so embarrassing". But he just told me to shut up, otherwise he would pour another liter

into my arse. So I shut up and trotted after him. The back of our garden lies directly against a largish wood

where there is not too much traffic. We had walked for about 10 minutes without seeing anyone, when we

could hear an old couple, who were out for a Sunday stroll, approach us. I wanted the earth to open up and

swallow me right there and then. But of course Marcus my darling had thought about this. He whispered

"crouch down and don’t move" and then he threw a blanket over me. The old couple walked past us and

Marcus told me afterwards that they had watched the blanketed heap with very curious eyes, but he just

bid them "good day" and completely ignored their very questioning looks.

Once the couple was away, my lover said "ok, now it is time for a training game". The remote control dildo

has seven settings. Low, medium, high, pulsating (between low and high), and three with interruptions:

regular bursts, two short bursts followed by a longer gap, and a short-long-short pattern. "These are the

rules:" he said. "On the low setting you must take off your dress and lie down with outstretched arms and

legs. On the medium setting you must come and kiss me. On the high setting you must undress and stand

still, with feet apart and outstretched arms. On the pulsating setting you shall fondle your breasts. On the

regular pattern you should hop in accord with the bursts. On the short-short pattern you should stand with

feet together, arms stretched up, and sway as a tree in wind. And finally on the short-long-short pattern

you must kneel and take my penis in your mouth.

He went through these rules a few times to make sure I could remember. With my arse full (although as

Marcus had promised I was getting a little used to it), and this silly training game I was on the verge of

giving up and saying "spotless giraffe", which was our safe word. If I did, he would release me, but we had

also decided that if we used the safe word, we would go a whole month without playing. So I kept at it. I

felt the remote control come on and after a few seconds I could tell that it was the medium continuous

setting. I thought for a second, and then I jumped on Marcus and kissed him a long and passionate kiss. I

almost forgot my predicament—harness, butt-plug and all. And with the dildo going, my arse full of water

and the passionate kissing back from Marcus, I almost orgasmed. But then the dildo stopped, and so did

Marcus.

After a while, I felt the dildo turn on again, this time with the high setting. I thought for a while, and then

remembered that I should undress and stand stretched out. And so I did. The dildo didn't stop. The warm

wind caressed my naked body. And kept my posture, with Marcus watching me interestingly, with an

occasional short kiss, or pinch of a nipple. A long time seemed to pass. Then gradually I felt my orgasm

come. And this time the dildo kept going. Oh, it was so nice. So exciting. So incredibly fucking marvelous.

Now Marcus kept the remote control off for the next 20 minutes and we walked briskly together through

the woods. It was not the first time I had walked with him on a leash and I was getting a little used to it.

Twice we heard some people approach. The first time, Marcus allowed me to take off my collar. I was

thankful for this. Even if it didn't stop the people from eyeing me very curiously, I felt that I regained some

dignity.

I was getting very excited again. There was something really exciting about my predicament. We had this

unvoiced contract that I would do as I was told, and not attempt to run away or remove any of my bondage

(which now, to remind you dear reader, consisted only of the harness with associated plugs). And I had

simply decided to comply with it. Somehow it was very relaxing not to have to make any decisions and

simply accept the events as they offered themselves.

Suddenly there was a stirring in my pussy again. This time it was a repeated short-long-short-pause. I tried

hard to remember, what I was supposed to do, but couldn't for the life of me. A looked in despair at

Marcus. But he didn't say a word. Finally he unzipped his fly, and then I remembered. I was supposed to

suck on him. So I knelt down in front of him and took his penis in my moth. It became hard very quickly.

And now it was Marcus's turn to become aroused. As I worked on his penis, I became very aware of all the

water filling my inside. It was strange, really needing to go to the bathroom and not being able to. Marcus

was obviously becoming more excited. He pulled on me hair and pressed me hard against him and started

pumping in and out, evidently enjoying much the feeling of my teeth against his dick, and my tongue

fondling his glans. Suddenly he came (and I swallowed his cum).

We stood embracing each other for a while, and feeling his musculous arms around me, I thought about

how lucky I was with my man. I even allowed myself a little fantasy. I imagined being tied completely naked

and stretched out in the wood, with my wrists and ankles tied to well placed and sturdy branches. And I

imagined a group of people watching me and fondling me (especially my nipples and my pussy) and

arousing me. I could do nothing to stop them.

Suddenly I was torn from my daydreaming by the remote control dildo coming to live. Pulse—pulse—

pulse—pulse. It was the hopping setting (It was the most embarrassing one, I thought, so I remembered it

straight away). So, I went back to my submissive role and started to hop, in sync with the pulses. And it

went on and on and on. When I showed signs of fatigue Marcus spurred me on. "Sandra—Sandra, keep

going keep going, higher—higher". I changed my hopping, and started to hop in—out—in—out (swinging

my hands with the hopping). Actually, it felt good. I was sweating and panting. It must have gone on for

more than five minutes before the dildo finally stopped (and I stopped hopping).

This is how our play sessions had become, at least when Marcus was in control. I just did as I was told. At

first, it wasn't quite like that: I would try to negotiate my way out of embarrassing or difficult tasks. But

then I realized that there was something very special about submitting to someone's will and every

command (at least for a while). With Marcus it was a little different. He liked more knots, and being

completely unable to escape or control what was going on. But more about that later.

"Time to go home, Sandra". And I trotted obedient after him. After about five minutes I had to undress and

lie down all stretched out (the low setting, remember). As a little twist to the scene, Marcus tied a string to

a D ring on the front of the waistband, threw it above an overhanging branch, pulled me up so my buttock

was a few inches above the ground, and tied the other end of the string to the same D-ring. I felt the

enema plug force its way further into me. Soon, however we got on our way again.

A little later we met a young couple. They stopped for a short chat about the weather and some birds that

were singing. They were both wearing shorts and t-shirt. The guy was tall, quite handsome and muscular

and the girl was petite and pretty. She had a ring in her nostril, and through the t-shirt, I saw that she had

rings in both nipples. Marcus did the talking on our part. They gave me a very curious look (remember my

very slutty dress, offering glimpses of the red harness). I was becoming redder and redder in the face, but

Marcus acted as if he didn't notice, and kept chatting, this time about the layout of the tracks in the wood.

Finally he said, "We must get going", and bid the young couple farewell.

On the way I had three more sessions under control of the dildo. Pulsating (sway like a tree), short-short

(fondle breasts), and medium (kiss). In the sway like a tree, Marcus used the opportunity to remove my

dress. He didn't give it back to me after the dildo stopped. I griped a little, saying, "what if we meet some

more people?" "We'll worry about it when it happens", he answered. Luckily, we didn't meet anyone again.

When we came home, Marcus tied me again to the garden shed. Then he attached a tube to my butt-plug,

and I even if I dreaded the embarrassment of being emptied like a septic tank, I was looking quite forward

to getting relief from the pressure in my rear. But no, shit. Instead Marcus attached the funnel to the tube

and measured an additional liter of water into our kitchen jug. I complained bitterly, but Marcus just put

the ball gag into my mouth. He then poured the water into the funnel. I pressed hard, and at first I was able

to resist, but when Marcus climbed on the chair and held the funnel over his head, there was no way I

could keep up with the pressure. I had felt full before, but this time I felt as if I would explode. And Marcus

just closed the stopper on the tube and then the one in the plug.

Marcus sat there watching me, with my hands and feet stretched out and tied to the shed. Suddenly a

thought came to his mind. "What setting is this?" he asked me. It took me a while to realize what he meant,

but in the end I did. "High". He put the dildo on high. And excited I was. Wow. Wow-Wow! Fucking hilarious

shit!! (sic.). After about 3 minutes I orgasmed.

Marcus now untied me, undid the tube from the anus plug, opened the valve, and told me to expel the

water on the grass. It was very strange watching the continuous stream of (surprisingly clean) water. It took

a long time to empty it all (remember it was 3 litres, and the valve hole was not too wide). But finally I felt

emptied. Marcus said I could take of the harness and put on my clothes, while he would fetch a couple of

cold beers. The session was over. We sat down on our garden bench for a good while, arms around each

other, enjoying the warm Sun.

To be continued

Sandra and Marcus. By Sandra.

Chapter 2. Dual roles.

It was five o'clock on Wednesday afternoon. I had just come home from work, feeling quite tired. But I was happy. I had in fact managed to finish several tasks during the day. I lived with my boyfriend Marcus in a nice house with a good private garden leading out to the Amager Fælled woods in Copenhagen. I worked as a civil engineer in a large engineering company, and Marcus was an economist and worked in a large bank. Marcus was still at work. He had said he would come home at seven. I was thinking about cooking a meal for us. I looked through the fridge, but couldn't find anything that caught my fancy. I also looked through the freezer, without success. I thought about going to the shop, but didn't really want to go out.

Then my mind wandered to sex. In fact I had a fantasy. Or should I say plan? I was lying naked on my bed. Marcus was under my control. I told him to tie me spread-eagle, hands and feet to the bedposts. Even if I was tied down helpless like this, he would continue to carry out my every command. I found this fantasy very exciting and could feel I was getting wet.

Then I made a decision. I would get Marcus to agree on my plan and dinner would come later. I had actually thought about this fantasy often before, but this time I found that I had the impulse and drive to make it come true. I thought about what I wanted. There were of course many possibilities, more than would fit in one evening. But I was definitely going for the spread-eagle on the bed part. Other possibilities I had thought of were the "upside-down in the shower", "fastened to a plank", "put on view" and "with egg in the restaurant". They all made me excited. After last weekend's adventure I even contemplated a new one: "clean inside and out" (see Chapter one: A walk in the wood). I decided to go for the egg and the upside-down ones.

I suddenly had the energy to go shopping. I knew I had to go to the hardware store to prepare for the upside-down adventure, to get some eye bolts to put in the shower. We had a private shower in the basement with sturdy concrete walls, and we could put what hooks we wanted there without anyone eyeing them suspiciously. I also remembered that we were running short of rope. And I decided that I would buy some high quality wrist and ankle cuffs, that could be used for suspension. There was a good sex shop on Istedgade where I knew I could get the cuffs, and a hardware store on Vesterbrogade would have the eye bolts and some nice soft rope. I was back from the shops before six with all I needed. Using our electric drilling machine and wall plugs I put two pairs of eyebolts high on opposite shower walls, one pair at waist height, and one pair further down. I then put on some old clothes that were ready for throwing out and sat down in our living room with a glass of orange and tonic, enjoying the thoughts of the upcoming adventure.

When I was almost finished with my drink Marcus barged through the door saying "Hi Sandra! I'm home". "Hello darling. I'm in the living room", I answered. He came through and exclaimed when he saw my rags, "What on earth are you wearing? And what about dinner?". "Dinner comes later", I answered. "I've been planning a game". Marcus waited for me to carry on. "This time I'll be in charge. But at the same time, I'll be the bound person. I've had this fantasy for a long time. I tell you how to tie me up and what to do to me. You do exactly as I say. Will you?". Marcus seemed a little perplexed, but after I explained my plan a little better he said: "OK Sandra. I'll play along". "Then come to the bedroom" I said, and he followed me upstairs.

Once in the bedroom, I lay down on the bed and ordered Marcus to tie me with the new cuffs and rope to the four corners of the bed. Of course I controlled the rope tension, and I had them quite taut. I was really enjoying my dual dominant-submissive role. There was something very satisfying about it. Now leave me here for ten minutes. "And what shall I do", Marcus asked. "Whatever. Have a drink of orange and tonic. There is some in the fridge". Off he went, and I lay there enjoying myself, and being very excited. During our first experimentation with bondage we had decided on a safe word  (or rather phrase: spotless giraffe), and I could always use that if the ropes ended up being too taut. But they weren't and my position was in fact very arousing.

When the ten minutes were up I could feel I was very wet. "Now cut off my clothes and fuck me with a broom handle" was my next command. "What?" exclaimed Marcus. "Just do as your told, remember. No objections". A few minutes later I was completely naked on the bed, with a the end of a broom handle moving slowly in and out of my pussy. Wow. But I wasn't going to get an orgasm with this.

I decided that I wanted the bed sloping. So I told Marcus to get a couple of chairs and lift the bottom legs of the bed on top of them. Having my body sloping head down increased my excitement. I told him to do a few more things to me. Put some bondage around my breasts (fastened around my back). Tie little loops of string around my nipples. Excite me with fingers on my clitoris (but only for a short time).

Then I decided it was time for Marcus to take a more submissive part in the scene. First I had him shift the chairs to the top bed legs, so I would have a better view. Then I told him to take of his clothes, and this he did. I then told him to put on his black harness. It consisted of a leather waist belt, two leather straps around the top of the thighs, a cock ring attached to the waist belt both in front and at the back with a crotch strap. The thigh straps were also attached to the waist belt with a strap, and there were some D-rings and straps to fasten wrists. I found him gorgeous looking in his harness. He was my man. And for the moment he fulfilled my every wish. And his penis was just sooo erect. I couldn't wait any longer. "Now enter me. Make love to me. Fuck me. Any way you like. And don't untie me afterwards. But make the bed horizontal first." He removed the chairs. And then he made love me. I had a really good orgasm, and so did he.

Then I told him to untie me. But of course I had told him earlier not to, and he elected to obey the earlier command. Bummer. So I decided to tease him and test him. "Are you following my every command?" He answered yes. "Then insert the red remote control dildo up your anus, and secure it with the harness. He lubricated the dildo, unfastened the crotch strap, put the dildo inside, and fastened the strap again. "Now give me the remote control". He did. I could control it blindly with one hand even if I was tied to the bed. Then I had Marcus tie the D-rings of the harness to a couple of eyebolts we had in a inconspicuous place next to the window. "Just make sure the knots are easy to untie, in case we have some sort of crisis. And rest your hands on your head. And keep them there". Then I turned on the vibrator. And enjoyed seeing Marcus squirm.

For a while I played with him by turning the vibrator on and off and changing the speed of it. Finally I said: "I am getting hungry, aren't you? Isn't it time to untie me now?". He was very happy to obey, and quickly untied himself, and then me. I told him to leave the breast bondage on. It was really nice to feel the rope around the base of my breasts. And the strings around the nipples kept them constantly stiff (as if help for that was needed).

Now the time had come to prepare for the restaurant trip. I often fantasized about going to a restaurant with a remote control egg up my pussy. The thought really aroused me. And I had made thorough plans. I would wear my red harness (see Chapter 1), with a small butt plug in place. And Marcus would turn the egg on at unexpected moments. In fact he would be in control. But he should try to make sure that the other restaurant guests wouldn't suspect what was going on. I told Marcus to take off his harness and get dressed for going out. I inserted the egg (I was still so wet that no lubrication was needed). Then I put on the harness (with the butt plug in place) and told Marcus to lock it on.

The harness has a ring around the pussy that can be covered by a lockable metal plate, making it double as a chastity belt. I put a rubber ball through the hole, and locked the plate in place. The ball kept the egg in place directly agains my clitoris (and stopped it from rattling against the plate). The breast bondage made an interesting addition, but I wanted something more. I thought for a while and decided to attach my left arm to the waist belt of the harness. I could pretend I had a broken arm or some such injury. So I told Marcus to tie my left arm to the front of harness belt, both at the wrist and the elbow (with the lower arm parallel with the belt). I put on a sweater (with the left sleeve unused) and a pair of jeans (no underwear). Then I told Marcus: "For the duration of the restaurant trip you do not need to obey my orders. And you can use the egg to control me. But please be considerate. And keep the harness keys, in case of some sort of emergency". He put the keys in his pocket and we were ready to set off for the second part of this evening's adventure.

We decided (together) to go to a rather busy Chinese restaurant on Strøget (the main pedestrian street). We took the Metro underground train to Nørreport station. As soon as we sat down on the train the vibrating egg started. I looked at Marcus, who sat opposite me, but he just looked out the window. He had the remote control in his pocket. Then he moved to a different seat a few rows away where he sat smiling and observed me. There were about ten other passengers in the carriage. And the damned egg didn't stop. It went through all its different settings: slow, fast, rhythmic, powerful, weak,… But it wouldn't stop. And with my harness, the butt plug, the breast bondage, and the bound left hand I was bound to become aroused. I realized that some of the other passengers were looking at me. I must have moaned. We stopped at a few stations, people stepped on and off, but the fucking egg didn’t stop. And I noticed Marcus was grinning. The dog. Finally we came to Nørreport and when the train stopped so did the egg. I was exhausted from fighting the impulse to caress my breasts and just ignore everyone around me.

When we got off the Metro Marcus looked at me with a glint in his eye. "Now, you have a choice", he said. "You do as I tell you, and I'll be easy-going on the remote. Or else I can leave it on full blast". After my experience on the train I was quick to decide for the first one. "OK, on our way to the restaurant there are these rules: If the egg comes on low, you will stop and turn towards me and kiss me. If it comes on high you must jog. And if it pulsates, you will skip along in rhythm with it." I wasn't too happy about this turn of events but decided to play along. I also had to admit that I was myself a bit excited by this new fancy of Marcus, of dual remote control (of me as well as the vibrator – see Chapter 1). So I variously walked, ran and skipped down Nørregade to the restaurant with a couple of intimate kissing breaks. For the most part I enjoyed the excitement, but worried what we would to if we met someone we knew, from work or even worse, some of the neighbours.

We reached the restaurant after about 10 minutes without meeting any familiar faces. When we came there, we found an out-of-the-way table where I could sit with my back to a wall. There were a few dozen other guests, but the immediately adjacent tables were unoccupied. The waiter, a chubby old Chinese lady, came around and gave us our menus. We ordered a glass of white wine each, and when she brought them Marcus asked her to give us a while with the menus.

Marcus was still in a controlling mood. "You probably don't want the egg going on full blast?!" he asked (or stated). Then he handed me four velcro strips, and explained how the loop they had at the end made it possible to fasten them with one hand. "Fasten your legs to the chair legs with these, ankles and below the knees. Tightly". I obeyed, and after a bit of fumbling and pretending I was looking for something I had dropped on the floor, both my lower legs were secured to opposite chair legs. Then Marcus came around the table, and pretended he was checking that my supposedly injured arm was comfortable, but the real reason was to fasten the D-ring on the back of my harness to the back of my chair with a velcro strap. My plan of going to the bathroom if the vibrating egg became intolerable was not going to work. I wasn't going anywhere without a lot of fumbling.

We started looking at the menus. I decided to go for chicken chop suey (should be easy to eat with chopsticks in one hand), but Marcus said he wanted Peking Duck. Soon after, the old lady came to our table and took our orders (and didn't seem to notice anything unusual).

While we were waiting for our dinner, the egg turned on. I just sat there and stared at Marcus. The whole situation was so stimulating. My legs forced wide apart, my left arm bound. rope around my breasts, plug in my anus, a plate covering my pussy so I couldn't touch myself down there, and a vibrating egg inside me. It was incredibly difficult to keep silent. In the end I just gave up. I put my free hand under my sweater and caressed my nipples until I came. I managed to keep it fairly silent, but a few of the other guests seemed to notice and looked our way very suspiciously. Marcus had a big grin on his face and a big bulge down there.

When our food came we were absolutely starving. It was already 9 pm, and I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch time. It tasted delicious. Marcus seemed to forget about the remote control in his pocket while he gobbled his food, but in the middle of the meal he suddenly remembered, and started to turn the egg on each time I had a bite of food in my mouth. It was strange. I started to think about hanging upside down in the shower. I was really looking forward to it. A had tried it a couple of times with self-bondage before I met Marcus. I could feel I was getting excited again. But then the egg stopped, and while we finished our meal I told Marcus about my plans for the shower suspension. He listened quite interested. He had never tried being suspended by his legs, and said he would want to try it sometime.

When we were finished eating, a young Chinese guy came to our table and asked if we wanted dessert. Then the egg came on, and I just looked at the lad dumbfounded. Marcus kept silent, and in the end I managed to squeeze out a "yes please". He gave us the menus again, and when he came back to take our orders the egg was still going, and I was in agony keeping silent and a straight face. I don't know how I managed to stutter two Chocolate dream delights please. From his bright red face it was obvious that the lad was embarrassed and aware that something was going on. But he didn't say anything, and came back five minutes later with our desserts. Marcus had stopped the egg, but started it again while we were eating our dessert. My threshold was getting rather low, and I was glad that most of the guests had left by now. So I allowed myself a few oooh, aaah, ff…, oooooh, in-between spoonfuls of delight (which was actually quite that). When we were finished eating Marcus helped me to release all the velcro strips and then we paid our bill and were off.

"Lets take a taxi home", I suggested. But Marcus had something else on his mind. "No, lets walk home he said. But first I want to change your bondage a little. There is a disabled bathroom in McDonalds over there". I followed him reluctantly into McDonalds and we sneaked into the bathroom. And here is what he did: He took down my jeans, unlocked and removed the pussy plate and the rubber ball, tied my right hand to the harness so that the fingers were in my pussy, and then pulled my jeans up again. What were people going to think?! But Marcus said, "Everyone is busy minding their own thing. Don't worry". "But what if we meet someone we know?" "Then we're just in a terrible hurry, and don't have any time to talk to them". Then he peeked out the door, declared the route to be clear, and before I knew we were walking along the street. I tried out how much I could move my right hand, but it wasn't much. He had tied my hand to the pussy ring, and my fingers were basically stuck inside me. Then the egg came on. And I just couldn't stop myself, rubbing my clit, and I came within two minutes. I think I came four times on the way home – but I'm not sure, I actually lost count. Boy was it exciting.

When we came to our house, Marcus took me straight to the garden. Our garden is surrounded by thick bushes, and pretty much hidden from view (especially when it is dark). I had more or less accepted the fact that he had taken over the control while we were on this restaurant trip. And since we hadn't been in the house yet, we were technically still on that trip. "Now I am going to make you horny" he told me. "It is a warm evening, so you shouldn't be too cold tied up naked in the garden".

He untied both my arms and pulled my sweater off me. Then he tied my wrists to the laundry drying rack, with the rope crossing itself (as you might tie the two rods in a kite together). Our laundry rack is built of metal pipes and quite sturdy. There is a horizontal connecting pipe at exactly the right height, so that when my wrists were tied to it I was a little stretched. Now Marcus pulled down my jeans and undressed me completely. He also undid and removed both my breast bondage and my harness, and pulled out the egg. Finally he tied my ankles to an iron eye bolt that was hidden in the grass under the middle of the drying rack (he had spent a couple of hours digging a concrete block into the ground there and setting the eye-bolt in it last summer).

Marcus told me that I looked absolutely gorgeous, stark naked and outstretched. And he fondled my breasts and pussy a little. Then he just left me. All I could do was just stand there and wait. I think it must have been at least 15 minutes. And it did work. I became terribly horny. Boy did I want to start that shower adventure. Finally he came and released me. As soon as we came into the house, I said to Marcus: "Now, the restaurant trip is over, and I take command again. OK?". He agreed (I think a little reluctantly). "I told you to be considerate with the remote control. I don't think you were. I'll get my own back later. But now bring the suspension cuffs and the new rope downstairs." He went to our bedroom and fetched the cuffs  and rope, and then came down to the basement where I was making sure the shower was nicely warm.

I explained to him what he should do. First he should help me to put on my wrist and ankle cuffs. Then he should cut two lengths of rope, about 8 meters long each. One end should be tied to an ankle cuff, and then the rope should be threaded through one of the high eye-bolts, back through a ring on the ankle cuff and through the other high eye bolt. Thus we would have a rope and pulley system that tripled his pulling force, so it would be dead easy for him to pull me up. Finally he should tie the rope off to one of the waist-high eye-bolts. But before starting he should tie my wrist cuffs to the low eye-bolts. "And one more thing. Once I have had an orgasm, you can take over the command. You can do what you want, but you must not bring me down again until I have had at least two more".

Once all the ropes were in place I sat down in the shower facing the back wall, wrists tied to the eye-bolts. Then Marcus started to slowly pull on the ropes. It was an exhilarating experience. First I was lying on my back with one leg in the air, then the other. Me legs were slowly pulled higher and higher, until I was resting on the back of my shoulders. But it didn't stop there. I was pulled higher and higher. First my head cleared the floor, and finally my arms were stretched and I could move very little. "Now this is about right", I said, "tie the ropes off now". There is just no way I can explain the excitement that I felt. I had been dreaming about this moment a lot of times.

"Turn on the shower now" was my first command. Mmmm, did it feel good. And as you, dear reader, can imagine, I was in need of a shower down there (or more correctly 'up there', considering my position). Then I had Marcus soap me thoroughly everywhere and wash me down with the hand held shower. It was thoroughly enjoyable. "Now give me an orgasm" I commanded. "Use the big dildo." He knew the dildo I was talking about, and soon had it in his hands. It was in fact quite big, but I was so horny and wet that Marcus managed to insert it quite easily. In-out-in-out. "Aaahh, ooooh, oooh, aaah, mpfff, aah, oooooh". And I came.

As agreed, Marcus now took command. And he was quite inventive, as I had expected. He untied my hands and tied them instead to my upper thighs. Then he tied strings to my nipples and pulled on them to get me swinging back and forth. He told me it was extremely exciting to look at me like that. In fact at that point he undressed and had an orgasm himself. When he was about to come he put his penis into my mouth and spurted and told me to swallow it. That was exciting.

Next Marcus tied my hands to the top eye-bolts, so that I was doubled up. Then he undid the hand-held shower head and inserted the hose into my anus and proceeded to clean my inside. After last weekend's adventure it didn't really surprise me, and it felt in fact quite nice. He then went and got his enema kit and filled me with water. He was considerate and used just two litres, but being upside down, that felt quite enough. Now he tied my hands back to the lowermost hooks. And he used a big vibrator to masturbate me. It really felt sooo good. I think I almost screamed with ecstasy. And then I came. But he didn't stop. And I came again. And the third time. And (I think) the fourth time. But then he decided that enough was enough and hauled me down and removed all my bondage. It was already 1 am and time to go to bed.