I stood and wiped, then headed to the shower stall. While I turned the

water on and adjusted the temperature, Marty stepped into the bedroom

and came back carrying a bundle wrapped in a towel.

"What...?" I started.

"You'll see soon enough." she interrupted. "Shower ready?"

I tested the water then stepped under the spray. Marty joined me. Just

as we had done before, we took turns washing one another. I did Marty

first, making the job as sensual as I could imagine. I 'washed' her

nipples for an extra long time, as did I with the area between her legs,

educing some gasps, sighs and moans, as well as a couple of spasms. When

it came to Marty's turn to do me, however, she simply washed me, acting

quite clinical about it. I was disappointed, but said nothing. We

stepped out of the shower, and I proceeded to towel Marty off. Finished,

I waited for Marty to do the same, which she did, but once again, she

was stand-offish about it, albeit efficient. I was about to ask what was

eating her when I saw that she was reaching into the bundle she had

brought, and produced a pair of black leather cuffs which attached to

ones wrists with the use of Velcro. She took one of my wrists and placed

a cuff on it.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Shh.... relax..." she answered, then proceeded to wrap the strap

attached to the cuff around my waist, reaching for my other wrist,

attaching the second cuff. Then she cinched up the strap, effectively

pulling my arms across my body, as though I were wearing a strait jacket.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Because as of now, you will be my bondage slave until I release you."

If she had said that before starting with the cuffs, I don't know

whether I would have allowed her to tie me up. But now there wasn't a

thing I could do about it.

"Bondage slave? What does that mean?"

"You'll find out..." said Marty, a fiendish twinkle in her eye.

Once again she reached into the bundle and produced a black silk

sleeping mask which she put on me. Now I was tied up and blindfolded.

Amazingly, I could feel my dick growing hard. Marty took me by the arm.

"Come." she ordered, guiding me into the bedroom and turning me to face

the bed.

"Climb on the bed."

I complied, getting on and staying on my knees.

"Further."

I crawled with my knees one more step.

"Now turn to your right." I did, and Marty pushed me forward. I fell on

the pillows, unable to keep my balance or break my fall. I now lay belly

down, my arms immobile. I felt Marty getting on the bed. She straddled

me at shoulder level, and then I realized she was facing towards my feet.

"Remember I told you to watch the bikes?"

"SMACK!" I felt the sting of her hand striking one of my ass cheeks.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"It's supposed to hurt."

"SMACK!" once again Marty struck me, this time on the other cheek.

"OW!" I wriggled, in pain, but without the use of my arms, I was

helpless under Marty's weight as she sat on my shoulder blades.

"SMACK!"

"This is what you get for not minding your Aunt Martha." We hadn't used

that name since that time at the airport.

"SMACK!"

Marty's spanking of my butt continued until I lost count of the strokes,

which alternated from one ass cheek to the other. Soon I felt a raw hot

pain, and under the blindfold I wore tears welled from my eyes. I

couldn't help sobbing a couple of times. Finally, Marty relented and got

off me.

"Your spanking is done. Stay still."

There was a ceiling fan over the bed, and I heard the pull cord being

pulled to turn it on. Soon I felt a cool breeze on me, and it eased some

of the burning on my backside. Then I heard some noises from the

bathroom. After about a minute, Marty came back and got on the bed again.

"Turn over." she ordered, and I obeyed, gingerly resting my sore bottom

on the sheet. Next, I felt a cuff, similar to the ones on my wrists, but

obviously bigger, being attached to my left leg, just above the knee.

Then another cuff was similarly attached to my other leg.

"Raise your legs." said Marty, and I did as she ordered. I felt first

one leg being pulled up, then the other. I gather she had strapped the

leg cuffs to the posts on the headboard. I felt her take a pillow out

from under my head.

"Arch your back." As I did, Marty stuffed the pillow under my lower back.

"That's a pretty sight" She remarked.

"What are you gonna do now?" I asked meekly.

"Shhh... You'll see...Er.... you'll find out soon enough." she answered.

Then there was another pause, and some shuffling noises. Sore as I was,

and helpless as I was, I was also excited, every nerve ending tingling.

I felt that urgency that comes with a raised libido, and I knew I had a

raging hard-on.

Then I felt Marty's soft hand as she ran her fingers along my erection.

"You want to put that inside me, don't you?"

"Um...yes."

"Yes WHAT!?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Yes, Aunt Martha."

"Yes, Aunt Martha."

"Well, if you're a good boy, I may let you do that, but first, you're

going to find out what it feels like to get yourself fucked..."

"What...?"

"Fucked... You'd like that, wouldn't you?

I hesitated.

"I said you WOULD like that, now, wouldn't you?

I took her hint. "Um... I guess..."

"Well, TELL me so."

"I'd... um... like you to... fu..." I mumbled.

"SPEAK UP!!"

"I'd like you to fuck me."

"WHAT?"

"I'd like you to fuck me... Aunt Martha."

"Say please."

"I'd like you to fuck me, please, Aunt Martha."

"That's better."

I felt the cook slickness of Marty's finger as she poised it at my anus.

I then surmised that I would enjoy a prostate massage, So I obediently

bore down to relax my sphincter. Marty's finger entered me easily, and,

sure enough, she began spreading the lubricant. Then she retracted her

finger. Once again I felt the slickness approaching my back door, and

before I knew it, Marty was inserting two of her fingers inside me. I

was a bit uncomfortable, but tried to relax, and soon the fingers moved

around easily, and the pleasure I was deriving from Marty's

manipulations soon manifested itself as the urgency in my groin began to

mount. Once again, she pulled out, leaving me frustrated.

A minute or more passed, during which I heard more shuffling and I felt

a shifting on the bed. Next thing I knew, I again felt a cool slickness

touch my now relaxed anus. The shock came when I felt my bum hole being

invaded by something other than a finger or two. What was now entering

me had a smooth rounded tip which rapidly tapered out to the point where

I once again felt myself being stretched, almost to the point of

excruciating pain. Marty's instrument of torture continued its advance

way beyond the depth her fingers could achieve. The entry stopped

simultaneously with the coming together of my inner thighs with warm

smooth flesh. For a moment I was ready to panic, thinking Marty had

brought a man in to have his way with me. My fear was allayed when the

"dick" which was inside me began to vibrate with a low hum. Then I heard

another vibration, quieter and not quite in synch with the first. Then

Marty slowly began retracting the dildo, almost completely. Then she

began entering me again, faster this time. The vibration made my muscles

relax further as Marty began a rhythmic in-and-out motion. Indeed, she

was fucking me, as I realized she was wearing a strap-on penis dildo,

such as I had only seen in magazine erotica. As Marty's movements

speeded up, I felt her take hold of my cock and begin to stroke it. The

discomfort I had initially felt turned into pleasure, and was quickly

making a metamorphosis to exquisite ecstasy. I found myself countering

Marty's thrusts with counter thrusts of my own, and that feeling of

urgency began to rear its head. Marty immediately sensed this and in one

coordinated move, withdrew the dildo and clamped her hand hard on the

base of my cock, averting, for the moment, anyway, the orgasm which had

seemed so imminent. Almost immediately, my balls were stricken by a dull

pain, as though I had been kicked.

"Ooowww!" I squirmed, as an almost unbearable ache flooded my groin.

"Does it hurt, Baby?" I heard a mocking tone in Marty's question. Even

as I was unable to see, I could visualize her pouty lips mouthing the

tease.

"Oww! My balls!" was my reply.

"Is mean ol' Aunt Martha torturing the poor little boy?" Marty's mocking

continued.

"Owww..." I intoned.

Slowly, the pain subsided, as did the twitching of my softening

erection. Finally, Marty released my shaft. The pain toned down to a

slight dull ache. I heard some shuffling, and then I felt Marty move

around on the bed. Next thing I know, she was straddling my head. I

could smell her muskiness as she lowered her vulva towards my mouth.

"Now be a good boy and make your Aunt Martha happy..."

I began a probing with my tongue and almost immediately found its

target, that being Marty's engorged clitoris. And I began to lick it

furiously.

"SMACK!!" I felt my still elevated rear being slapped.

"Not so hard!" said Marty. "Slow and gentle."

I complied, not only slowing my strokes, but softening their approach.

"Mmmm...That's better." Said Marty, as she shifted her body to a better

relative position with my mouth. And I continued my licking of her

wetness as it dripped down toward me, by way of her labia. Before I knew

it, Marty was rhythmically undulating her pelvic area, dancing to meet

my flicking tongue. Her excitement must have been contagious, because I

once again began experiencing an erection, and the delicious urgency

which accompanies it.

I began humping the air, and heard Marty remark: "Hmmm... I see you're

awake again...." She chuckled softly, and then added: "Be a good boy

now, and make me cum; then you'll be getting your reward."

I redoubled my efforts to concentrate on pleasing Marty, and tried in

vain to ignore the frustrated hardness at my groin. Marty's undulations

began to speed up and become jerky, and I began to have trouble

following her movements with my tongue. Marty tempered her movements a

bit, making it easier to hit my mark. Finally, letting out an animal

growl, Marty pressed her petal-like labia against my mouth, grinding

herself against my face. I inserted my tongue, as far as it could reach,

into her vagina, and greedily lapped up the juices she exuded. That

activity was short-lived, as far as I was concerned, though it educed a

couple of moans from Marty. She stopped her movements and slowly drew

herself away from me. Hungrily, though in vain, I tried reaching up to

continue my attentions to her, but she was gone.

Not for long, though. I felt her hands applying a generous amount of

lubricant to my hard rod, then I felt her straddle me at the waist. Next

thing I knew, I felt my member being guided to a tight opening. I let

out a deep moan as Marty impaled herself on me, as I entered her hot

rectum. I arched my back as she slowly countered my movement. Soon my

hardness was totally swallowed by my mistress' back hole.

"You like being in my forbidden hole, don't you?" Marty said, playfully,

as she almost totally raised herself off me, keeping only the very tip

of my penis inside her. Then she slowly began impaling herself again,

and once again I felt myself lost in a sea of lust and pleasure. My only

reply was another deep moan.

"O.K., baby...Give it to me...Give it to me NOW!"

There was no doubt that Marty was in control, even as I made upward

thrusts in a desperate bid for relief. It wasn't long before she sensed

my impending orgasm, and finally sank down on me, taking my full length,

Squeezing with her sphincter muscles, milking me, as I released my jism

with countless spasms from my penis. This was far and away the most

intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Finally, spent, I lay back and

relaxed.

Marty invaded my hard-breathing mouth with her tongue, and then raised

herself off me, releasing my rapidly shrinking member, and then shifting

her position moving so as to once again straddle my head... “Now, slave,

I want you to lick my ass-hole clean.”

For a couple of seconds I felt revulsion, but then thought: “Why not?

She swallows my cum, and we just had washouts.” I also decided that this

course of action was a realistic one as there wasn’t much I could do to

fight my mistress.

Licking Marty’s rosebud soon became a pleasant chore. She appeared to

agree, as she reacted to my tongue with sighs, moans, and then gasps.

Soon she lost control of herself, and began spasming, gyrating and

undulating, in an effort to make the best us e of my attending tongue.

It wasn’t long before she stiffened, gasped, and let out an animal sound

as her umpteenth climax came and went. Finally she dismounted my head.

Then she removed my blindfold and released me from my bonds. We cuddled,

and then slept.