I had met her at a party; we had talked and after some discussion had agreed to lunch. The lunch had turned out to be a discovering of mutual interests, golf, hockey, and intrigue of un-named bizarre sexual interests. No explanation on either part revealed desires, since we did not get into details, but I knew that she was not of the ordinary and would not be appalled by my special interests. An arrangement was made for dinner, I would pick her up the following Saturday at 7.

I picked her up and we went to a quiet little Italian restaurant in an ethnic neighborhood, a mom and pop place that prides itself on down-home atmosphere and quality food. A bottle of Chianti was brought to the table and we sipped while chatting. The wine served its purpose, we conversed and gradually unwound, opening little chinks in our armor to reveal secret desires, not in detail nor imagined, but rather hinted at. The waiter stopped by to take our order, but she said she wasn’t hungry. I asked why and she said she was constipated and unable to eat. Without another word, I paid the bill and ushered her out to the car. I was right, she had read my intentions perfectly, and whether or not she really was constipated would be determined shortly.

We arrived at my house and I showed her around, leaving the playroom until last. When she walked in she gave a small gasp, didn’t hesitate, but continued walking all around looking at the fixture and equipment that was visible. Of course there were other accessories stored in the drawers of the counters along the walls. She said, “I expected to see an exam table”, I replied “The fixture will do all that and much more”. “I am sure” she replied.

The room was warm, I kept it at 80 degrees, which was too warm, but very pleasant if one was without clothes, which was the norm when in here. She was standing in the center of the room and I decided to make her comfortable. I removed her belt and slid the zipper down the back of her dress. She shrugged her shoulders and it fell to the floor around her knees. I pulled her bra strap out from her back and unhooked it, being careful to avoid touching her skin. I planned on touching her only when necessary, my intentions were to make her beg for my touch to achieve a much-wanted orgasm since she would be restrained and at my mercy. Panties were next, carefully slipped down around her ankles, then stepped out of. Shoes were removed and I was pleased to note that she wore no hose of any kind, her tan legs not needing any. I led her to the fixture.

I walked her up to the fixture, which was somewhat like a quilting fixture, but the crossbars were padded along with the other movable pieces. I placed her against the fixture facing it. Making sure her hips were at the center crossbar, I adjusted the shoulder supports down over her shoulders. These were padded and resembled those seen at amusement parks on the more severe rides. I pulled her arms up until they were straight out from her sides, then secured her wrists with padded straps. Secured by shoulders and arms, but not her waist, that wouldn’t be necessary when I restrained her legs.

I released the latch and bent the top half of the fixture to 90 degrees. This placed her upper torso in a lying position with her legs still standing. In this position her legs were no longer needed for support. I pulled her legs apart and secured them with padded straps, then rotated the upper fixture another 45 degrees so she was in a jackknife position with her ass in the air. I then rotated the entire fixture another 45 degrees so her head was hanging straight down and her legs sticking back at a 45-degree angle. Now she was in position.

The heat was getting to me so I took the time to remove my clothing. Next was the positioning of the video cameras and the TV sets. I placed one set on the floor where she could observe it, and the other at my eye level in front of the fixture, this would come into play for her later. Next were the cameras, one I place on a stand above and to the right of her exposed buttocks, the other was on the floor pointing up to her crotch. Both cameras and TVs were routed through a switch box that allowed any set to be connected to any camera. I switched the set in front of her eyes to the one focused on her buttocks. Watching the TV, I zoomed in to get maximum view of the cleft between her buttocks.

Now to prepare for the intimate viewing. I took a piece of 2” surgical tape, pulling her right buttock outward, I attached the tape to the inside of the buttock near the anus, then pulled it taunt and secured it to her hip. I repeated the procedure with her other cheek, resulting in a splayed view of her anus and vaginal slit. I noticed she was watching in fascination.

I went to one of the drawers and removed a large jar of Vaseline and a slender ice-tea spoon along with a glass swizzle stick, the kind with a smaller knob on one end and a larger knob on the other. I preferred the glass since they were smooth whereas the plastic ones had a parting line from the mold that was rough. Using the spoon, I scooped up a large dollop of the lubricant, then positioning it over her anus, scraped it with the swizzle stick so it fell on her puckered anal opening. As it hit, I heard a slight moan, there would be more and of a louder volume before the night was through. Since she was totally upside down, the glob would remain there forever, even if it melted.

I picked up the swizzle stick and with the small end began slowly pulling the lubricant out to the outer perimeter of the wrinkled opening. This caused involuntary reflex contractions of her sphincter muscle. I watched in fascination as the muscle pulled in then opened up allowing the glob to lubricate a little deeper into that passage. Carefully I continued to work the lubricant around the wrinkled opening, avoiding the actual opening, plenty of time for that. The more I dipped the little knob into the mass and dragged it out, the louder were the moans. When the muscle contractions were at their peak, I slowly pushed the little knob into her anus. I saw a shudder as the shaft disappeared into her. Once I had it buried inside her; I began to work it in and out and at the same time traversing around the circumference of her anus. Even though it was of minimal diameter, it obviously provided pleasure as evidenced by the moans and panting from her lips.

I withdrew the stick to a cry of protest, then switched ends and pressed the larger knob against her anus. This apparition was still small by any measurement of normal bowel movements, yet it caused a squeezing of the sphincter muscle in an attempt to prevent penetration. Of course it was of minimal concern since the lubricated orifice would allow passage of that small an object no matter what. I decided to play along with the game anyway. With the knob directly in the center of the opening, I placed my finger on the other end and merely maintained alignment but no pressure. As expected, the orifice was not satisfied with preventing penetration, but actually demanding it. After a few moments my observations were proven as she opened up and allowed the slender shaft to slip into her. Once the bulbous tip passed the sphincter, I pushed it in as far as the other knob. With it buried to the hilt in her, I stepped back and observed. Her anus was working furiously with the small red knob bobbing up and down in the depression of her anus. Placing my finger on the knob, I applied pressure, but not enough to penetrate further. I wanted her to feel the possible intrusion. As expected, the moans elevated accompanied by pleadings of desires of manipulations to allow her to cum. Of course these were ignored, as they should be. I removed the swizzle stick completely to her complaints, then reinserted it along with another. Grabbing each one with a hand, I pulled them apart allowing the orifice open, thus allowing the glob of lubricant to slip into her passage. Now we would determine if she were indeed constipated.

I pulled the swizzle stick out of her, then greased my middle finger all the way to the third knuckle. I had prepared myself ahead of time by trimming my fingernail close to the quick, making sure there was no irritating surfaces to diminish the level of excitement. I gently placed the tip of my finger on her wrinkled opening. I felt the familiar contractions, coaxing me to plunge into her, but no, I would tease and demand total compliance. I waited, and then I was rewarded as I felt her trying to open up to allow me penetration. I could have penetrated at any time I wished, but that was not the format here, I would penetrate when she was completely reduced to a pleading quivering mass, which was not far off. I felt her futile efforts to draw my finger into her, the expanding and contracting of her anal orifice.

I decided that the time was right for penetration, not because of her reactions, but rather because of my weakening composure. I allowed her expanding orifice to draw my finger in slightly, then felt it close down on it. She relaxed again, opening her sphincter, coaxing my finger deeper still, which I allowed, only to be gripped again by her constricting muscle. This went on in stages until my finger was buried in her up to the first knuckle, not deep by any stroke of the imagination, but a conquest as far as she was concerned. Her moans of passion, and her begging for additional penetration evidenced this. Leaving my finger buried in her, I stopped to observe her other orifice and reflected on the fact that there was no solid waste present in her bowel. The complaint of constipation was a ruse, but I would react accordingly later to this false scenario in order to satisfy her desires. The slit was wet and the lips swollen in passion, inner thigh muscles were busy with spasms causing the tissue around the labia to quiver, giving a glimpse to the hidden passage beyond. Concentrating on this erotic sight, I slowly pushed my finger into her. I could feel her inner bowel spread as I penetrated her. The flesh parting to my finger, yielding, yet gripping in a caress. The warmth on my finger was intoxicating, the softness, the nearness, the intimate union of two persons. With her buttocks being spread by the tape, I was able to penetrate all the way to my third knuckle that ended at my palm. I curled my finger pressing the tip on her bowel, causing additional moans to escape her lips. Keeping the pressure on the tip of my finger, I slowly rotated the digit inside her. I knew the feeling of the tip of my finger pressing against her colon as I rotated it would impart a feeling of twisting her bowel. This sensation would be amplified due to the invasion of her private passage. I enjoyed the reaction as I walked around the fixture with my finger buried deep in her. The feeling of her sphincter squeezing my finger was exquisite.

I slowly pulled my finger out of her accompanied by pleadings of protest. I went to the cabinets and opened a drawer, retrieving a plastic device shaped like a tongue depressor, only curved along its length. I knew that she was about to experience a new height of anal arousal when this new tool was introduced into the scene at hand. I walked back over to the spread-eagled specimen awaiting my ministrations. With the blade in my hand, I placed the tip of it in her wet slit, then began the commencement of my predetermined plan of action.

Teasing open her damp slit, I worked the end of the blade into her vaginal passage. Once entered, it was easy to penetrate the full length of the dripping tunnel. When I felt the tip hit the bottom of the tunnel, I grabbed the excess protruding from her cunt and bent it down causing it to press the wall of her vaginal passage in the direction of her colon. While maintaining this pressure, I once again placed my middle finger on her anus and slowly penetrated her. When I was buried deep inside her, I curled my finger seeking the plastic slab just a short distance away. As I pressed, I could feel the hard backing of the blade as I squeezed the flesh between my finger and it. Maintaining the pressure, I stroked my finger along its length as I withdrew it out of her anus. When I got close to the sphincter muscle and lost contact with the hard plastic backing, I reversed directions and plunged once again into her. I kept up a rhythmic cadence of stroking her vaginal passage via my finger in her anal passage. In short order her juices were welling up around the object inserted in the canal of her passion. The feeling of my finger slipping in and out of her anus along with the almost painful pressure applied to her vaginal wall resulted in pleadings to me of either stroking her clit or pushing my cock into her so she could achieve orgasm. Of course I ignored these premature reactions, they were tame compared to what was in store for her later. My intentions were to reduce her to a semi-catatonic state, begging for release.