The guest in the room

[lember]

She was preparing for his arrival. Her white cotton T-shirt fastened on her breasts as she leaned toward the mirror. It was one of the comfortable pieces, even a little bit tight. She was preparing a solid makeup. They would not going out, just stay at home. Some eye-shadow, some color on cheek. She did not wash her hair. She had done it in morning just for pleasure, just to do something. She would greet him with untied hair, for better first impression, but later it would be more comfortable in ponytail. She might change it in a hidden moment, maybe on the toilet. She used to manage some time for going out.
When her face was acceptable, she took back her eyeglasses, and went to the easier part. She did not used to dress up so much for these meetings. She thrown the white T-shirt to the drawer and chosen a dark blue top, and a slightly darker jeans. Almost casual, but the characteristic belt and the small part of her black bra that was visible above the top changed the overall impression enough to start the evening easier. Everything went better if they started in good mood.
The jeans brushed her thigh as she walked up and down in the small flat. She did not wear any but panties all the day, her skin accustomed to it.
Soon she heard the opening sound of the electric lock of entrance door. He entered. She waited until he crossed the insulating tape line in the short ante-room, then went in front of him to greet. She smiled, but not kiss her lips or bearded cheek, as never long time ago. He smiled back to her, and immediately checked her cleveage. She noted satisfied that the plan was working. She asked him about his day, his work, the news of the world. The third part used to turn to be quite short, since this small talk was never longer than fifteen minutes. She had seen on him the growing impatience in time. He politely waited her to finish the last question, then instead of answer he expressed that they shoud start. She tried to answer a clear consent, as if they were agreed earlier to mow the grass, and she would not be hanging naked on the wall within a few minutes.

 

[lember]

The ritual was the same. He went to the armchair in front of the wall, where the cross was fixed, but did not sit down, and she followed him. He was waiting standing while she pulled down the top, and gave it to his hand. She did not turn a degree when she took off her bra. It has been hard to learn, especially because he was still following accurately how her breasts changed their shape as they lowered a few centimeters, while in the same time the nipples somehow risen in the opposite direction. He was very closed but did not touch her at all, except his accurate eyes, that were following every little movements and details. His big glasses were like a military radar, catch, analyse and forward everything directly to the brain, directly to its instinctive parts. She released the belt and took off her jeans, thinking about if he had checked her butt in the skinny trousers that he had bought her earlier. She had intention to fold it, before put to his hand, but she knew that he would play with that later while staring at her. She remembered her hair. She asked permission to go to the toilet. She known he would give it. He did not like the smell of the female urine in the very small room, not speaking about poop, and the duration of the ritual was longer and longer with the weeks. She felt his eyes on her buttocks as she ran out in a single panties. Her boobs began to bounce, she sqeezed them down with her left hand.

In the small toilet she collected some strenght from the healing loneliness, found the rubber ring and tied up her dark blonde hair. She felt her breasts lifting as they were going to do again soon, as her body would sink down among her aching shoulders on the cross.

She peed for sure, wiped her loin then pulled up her panties. She known she must took it off in front of him. Within the same minute she got over it and put it to the heap of clothes on his arms. He looked down to her loin. She was wondering if any moisture remained on her pubic hair, but she didn`t dare look down. If hairs stick together by wet, that is very visible. She was not allowed to shave it off or even let it grow wider, but later maybe she would cut the actual shape shorter with a scissor to avoid this situation. He may not recognize anything, and if yes, she could explain herself out of the trouble.

-Go up to the stove -She heard, and known that she had less than five minutes. Sometimes she would thrown herself into his arms in this minute, kiss the bad odour off his neck, while with her left hand already wet her bottom hole to him, but long time ago he wouldn`t be able to shove up his soft penis into the tight funnel like before, not even into her womanhood. She turned around, showing her dry asshole to the dry man, and step up to the cross where at least she would be wet soon. There she unhooked the suspension cuffs from the hooker and attached them to her own limbs. He waited her to be ready then gently grabbed her left ankle to pull up to the carabiner.

-Wait a second please! -She asked calmly. He released her wrists, until she checked again if not a fold remained on inner cover of the cuffs that may cause her unnecessary pain. She checked again if her ponytail is tigh, and stolen a glance to her pubic hair too. It was not wet or stucked. He did not hurry her, just stood there patiently and followed all of the movements of her naked body. When she was ready he fixed her left arm. She checked by routine if it was safe, then took off her eyeglasses and gave it to him. He took it and stretched out her upper body against the cross to fix the other arm. This was the only time he touched her.

-I take the stove. - He warned her in an indifferent voice, and she hanged down to avoid falling. She let out the air from her lungs so slowly, that when she wanted to start to fill it up again, her legs were pulled up to the smoothly worn area which she was pushing every day. She opened her knees for a moment then closed again.

 

[lember]

She followed him from the cross as he went back to the armchair and sat down at last. He was staring at her and waiting her to start to feel the first aches. When he kidnapped her and closed to this flat, the cross was a punishment for disobedience. In the first weeks she hanged really long terms there: She was in panic, horrified by being raped by this stranger in every hole and didn`t learn yet how she could make her life the best possible. After an unlikely attempted murder she was hanging so long that he had to fix a sloping footrest and a steep sedile to let her survive. She did not see the daylight but suspected that she was hanging all the night alone. She treated herself lucky that in the last weeks she just had to hang until he cum.

She found herself on breathing louder and had opened her knees again. She closed them to hide her pussy for a few more minutes. She didn`t have to look at him to know he used his time to look inside. For a while she had tried to speed up the process: opening her legs wide, moaning, squirming to make him cum faster, but he known her perfectly: he noticed, when she was pretending. Once he left her alone without a word while she made her show and went out to the kitchen for a beer. She felt herself very embarrassed, even more than when she was observed, and she was worrying if he would come back before something bad would happen to her. At last her frightened gasping brought him back to the armchair. She never tried it again.

She scratched her palm to know if her fingertips felt the touch. It was a limited method to measure time. She changed her position a few centimeters and thought about how she learnt to be not just obedient, but entirely accept their relationship as something normal. While she clearly known that it was everything but not normal, it made no difficulties to chat with him, obey him and it was easier to accept him inside her body, until he could not penetrate any more. He became manageable, started to bring more food, gifts and clothes, among which there were not any comfortable, just sexy ones, but she could change them from time to time that gave her amusement when she was alone. He liked skinny jeans, she had at least a dozen different types in colors, pockets and belts, all of them tight a little bit, but not so much as tops. She could teach him her exact bra size, but even if she had been allowed to go with him shopping, it would be difficult to find good skinny tops for her breast size bigger than average. She looked down to them. The sweat started to accumulate between her boobs. She took a glance to him. He did not even took out his penis. She looked away and made a bigger movement. She had to stand up soon to release her shoulders and wrists. She would already do it if he did not wait for it. It made very hard everything that she knew he was waiting and would catch her honest feelings of pain and embarrassment when she would show them. It was more personal then a penis inside her womanhood. Torturing her arms with her own weight, without any action was so awkward feeling that from time to time she instinctively tried to reach the floor with her leg, achieving just some chain-clinking instead of any centimeters.

In the last weeks before the daily ritual she almost forgot the cross. But when he screwed up in bed, he blamed her of course and sent her up. She was hanging there alone until she started to cry, then clinking the restrains with her movements and releasing moans. He came back, and almost devoured her with his eyes. It was the most humiliating moment in her life, when he ejaculated. Then the ritual started, and she must have learnt to accept that also as something natural.

She tensed her muscles just to feel that she rules her body, despite she could not move anyway, and released a bigger sigh. She looked at him. He did not pay attention to her at the moment, he was fumbling among her clothes, just grabbed her jeans to take it down from her bra. He took that in his hand and fingered the place of her left breast, sometimes smelled it.

-This is what you wore all the day? -He asked. She waited for the next exhale with the answer and leant back with her upper body to make place for her lungs. Her back did not reward the movement.

-Sure. I just took it off now. -She pushed forward her hip to release her back. He did not miss the move. She inhaled. -I used that perfume you gave me two weeks ago. -Inhale again- That is you are smelling? -He held the bra again to his nose, than rubbed or scratched his loin, but still did not took out his member. She felt awkward herself, hanging naked, giving the sight of her most intimate bodyparts, getting no reaction. She kept talking.

-I think there is something with the tap in the kitchen. There is no water pressure, while in the bathroom it`s OK. -She held a break. Speaking urged her to stand up. -Could you please have a look somewhen? -She couldn`t help but opened her knees slightly. He watched that, while absently started to rub her panties.

-May I check it now? -He asked. She confused. She would be happy if she could stand up alone, but did not know how long he will absent, prolonging the rite. Anyway, she had no choice.

-As you wish. -She answered with the next exhale, and leant forward again. She felt she must swallow the stamina that gathered in her mouth. She forced herself to postpone the inhale for that.

-Sorry for a moment. -He said, and left the room. She tried to look after him, but it costed pain in her neck. She waited another moment and an inhale, then straightened up. The releasement of her lungs and the muscles she had been using in hanging position was divine. Even her leg was happy for doing something after almost complete standstill.

 

[lember]

-As I see just need to clean the filter. -She heard from the kitchen. She kept the position, leant forward to stretch her shrunken neck muscles. She felt the air on her sweaty skin below her breast where it used to hanged over with a slight inch, as her tits followed the direction of gravity toward the distant floor. This was why she worn push up bra even alone, especially summer. She moved left and right, enjoying the limited freedom of standing position, then sank back. She felt the exhaustion immediately. She felt heat and known that soon she would start sweating profoundly.

-Do you want something to drink? -She heard. She wanted energy.

-There is some tea on the countertops. Can you add some more sugar and bring a cup? -She answered.

-Where is the sugar? -He is here every day. -She tought angrily. -He could have learn that by now. -She almost asked him to release her to show it, but first she had no chance, second: she sacrificed the going down to avoid coming back the same day.

-OK, I found.-He reported, than came back with a glass. She drank all with two inhale. He waited them patiently, watching her emerging and sinking breasts, and smelling her sweat.

-May I ask you to swipe out the sweat from my forehead a little bit? -She asked and closed her eyes. She felt herself very helpless asking this so simple thing from the clothed man who stood closed to her. He took a handkerchief and dried up the sweat.

-Is it hard? -He asked with the mix of sympathy and lustful expectation.

-A little bit, not so much yet. -She whispered. She felt a hand on her ribs, strictly below her right breast.

-I go back. -He said, as if he was solacing her, and sat back. She kept breathing, but soon she had to stand up again.

-He did not miss anything then. -She thought, looking at the man who was staring at her loan, and finally took out his member and started to play with that. She couldn`t hold back all the loud gasps during the movements, despite she knew that he sucked up all of them. She wanted to close her arms in front of her nakedness. She knew that anything she did emerged the arousal of the man, bringing closer her releasement, but she was not able to give willingly these very honest feelings of total uncomfort. She sank back slowly in constant fight. Her leg opened wide. Her pubic hair was soaking wet. Her gasps became shorter and became denser, so as his grabbing movements.

-Maybe it ends soon. -She thought but she could not pay attention to the rope hanging besides the armchair, which goes to the cross on the walls accross a pulley system so that he could release her from there. At last she felt her leg being released. She straightened it and now she looked at the other rope, which would release her hands when he would pull it. It happened immediately. She jumped down and went to him, as she had to. He stood up, she knelt down and opened her mouth to accept the disgusting slime pumping out from her stinky member. He never skipped this, rather he built this pulley system to ensure that she not miss the very first drop. This was a very dangerous moment, she could be easily sent back to the cross by the exalted man. She was not allowed to touch him, her only duty was to open wide her mouth while she was jerking out his semen into it, then she was instructed from second to second: look up, close mouth, put the cum to left and right, open again, show it forward, put some on her upper lip, swallow half, show the remaining again, collect back with hand from the lip, swallow again, and so on, endlessly. Her stamina mostly dissolved all the cum before she was allowed to swallow it all. By that time the amount was doubled, and she did not see, just thought that all the white texture was dispensed, because the taste was still badly intense.

When she convinced him that her mouth is clean in and out, she was allowed to take the member into her mouth to clean that perfectly. The penis was the cleanest all the day after she finished. After he sat back satisfied and rest until she gently blowed his tag dry. This was a new game, he invented a few days ago. It was not easy to blow air by intention with her exhausted lungs. She was blowing and listening to what he told.

-You were so beautiful. Are you happy to be a good girl? -He asked, expecting no answer. -I cannot wait the tomorrow, to see you again hanging. I hope it was not so bad. OK, you can stop and dress up.

She finished her duties for that day, and dressed up. She was covered by dried sweat, but she wanted to have a shower just after he left, and she couldn`t use the same clothes the following day anyway. She went to the small kitchen and drank some water, flushing out her mouth. Then drank two more glasses.This time he surely examinated her ass from behind, probably congratulated to himself that he could see that ass any time naked, but losing attention quickly. Soon he asked if she wanted anything from the grocery, than left her alone for another day. The electronic doorlock beeped.

 

[lember]

INTERLUDIUM

 

[lember]

The days were passing one by one. She was cooking, reading novels and magazines, tidy the room, washing, sleeping. She thought about the evening as a meeting with dentist or gynecologist, thought maybe a little bit more frequently than usual because of the big cross on the wall. She cared her body well, remembering the most embarrassing feelings from the evening before. She did not want to be ashamed more than needed because of unwanted hairs, dirts, odours.

In the evenings if she was polite and respectful, everything went the easiest as it could. She was hanging until he cummed, then she could dress up, wash her mouth, than had a shower and rest. It was overall the same, with small differences. Once it happened that she had been hanging for a while, and was after several push up, so the smooth wood was very wet, and when she was fighting with pushing her buttock against the cross, she kept slipping down or aside. She was so frustrated that started whining very silently. She entirely forgot him, when she heard his voice:

-Wait, I bring a towel. You are so wet.-And he went out. She could think about nothing at the moment but the petty rest on the vertical wood surface that she had been trying so futily, so she happily hanged down to wait for being dried up. He came back soon and wiped down her back and the cross as she squirmed her body away from the way within her borders.

-Shall I wipe your front? –He asked when the cross was dry.

-Yes, please! –She answered from above, when she took the desired position. She put aside the inevitable fact that her naked body is the subject of his observations, wanted some comfort. He wiped her armpit, neck and tits, even he lifted them up to wipe properly her skin below that. He touched it like a virgin teenager, far different then long ago when he had been raping her body. He wiped her belly, but then stopped, stood for a moment, staring at her pussy below the wet hair on her loin, then went back to the chair and hardly, but jerked it off.

A few days later she thought she had learnt that this wiping would turn him on, so she might make her life easier again and bring closer her releasement.

-Please, I am sweating. May you wipe my back?

-No. –He answered. He did not add any explanation, not even raised his voice. She also stopped talking, and went down to hang a bit and contemplating her own bare knees before the aches came back and made her squirming again in the following seconds.

She had learnt that the duration of being uptied was not about time. She must have passed through some feelings which would turn him in enough.
So she was hanging on the cross and waiting. At a point she managed to take a look at him to assess him, she had to be disappointed. Later, when she was struggling with a bothersome aching somewhere in her body, he finally warned her that he would pull the rope of releasement, she should immediately took off all the weight from her feet. It was good, the only bad thing that she could never prepare to the semen that was pouring into her mouth within the following seconds.

Although she kept trying to deal with this everyday crucifixion, find easier ways to endure. One day she tried to avoid using her legs. She considered it as a success, he might cummed faster, but alltogether she was not sure if she did not fight more. Actually she replaced exhaustion with more pain in wrists, and she struggled lot with breathing. At the end she inhaled maybe three-four times a minute. After she used this method some day, but not frequently.

Other day she wanted to get over all of that, and charged. She relieved when the doorlock beeped and she did not have to wait anymore to her crucifixion that day.

-You arrived finally! –She greeted him. –Let`s start, yes? Yes? –And she released her belt.

-What`s this rush? –He asked with a tiny smile. –She got rid off her jeans and grabbed her top.

-Don`t you want to see these? –She asked, referring to her tits, already in lingerie. She tried hard to hide that she did not want him to see her nipples, she just knew that this was the only way to shorten all the ritual. He did not stop her, so she took off the bra. She hoped that her bouncing breasts were enough to make him follow her to the cross, so she let herself the luxury of the panties for that few steps, even if it was lace and transparent a bit to indicate arse line. She had got it from him too.

When she finally got totally undressed and fixed to the cross by all her limbs in every direction, and he stepped back one to see his work, she immediately stood up to her foot bondage. She wanted to exhaust herself as soon as possible, to reach the state which brought him to the end. He looked up to her eyes curiously, and she looked back, and something happened. An unexpected duel started by this look, both of them known that who would look away first, lost it. An ancient game that started unintentionally, but truly. She realized happily that this time she was the one who could humiliate him a little bit, and used the chance. They stared to each other for 10-15 seconds from a foot or two, the clothed man and the naked, bounded girl. Than he looked away. But he looked not left or right, to the objects of the room. His eye looked slowly down, to her bare boobs, then to her flat female loin. She started to move her hips out from the line of his sight, and she realized, that with this movement she lost, and he won, as everybody, who could rule the rules of the game themselves. She stopped too late. She wanted to shrink, and the only thing she could do, was to sink down. He gently touched the inner part of her left knee with one forefinger and pushed it to left. She knew that she was not allowed to resist, so she opened her loin and gave a sight to her sex.

-Tomorrow you should shave this all. OK? –He said. She nodded and waited for closing back her feet. He went to the chair and took his penis. She lost the mood to fight in standing position, so kept down until her body sent her up again.

 

[lember]

She was hanging still in the handcuff and looked at the sweatdrops splashing on the floor below her nose, when she heard surprised his groan. She looked up and saw that he had climaxed without releasing her. With left hand he pinched his foreskin to protect his clothes and the furniture, than grabbed the emtpy glass from which he had drunk water earlier, and let the product inside. Then he sat back satisfied, and kept observing her. She looked back inquiringly, and when she saw that he did not want to release her yet, put down her head between the crossbar and her shoulder embittered.

-Aren`t you sexually frustrated? –Se heard in the next minute. She looked down to him.

-I mean you see me come every day, you taste my satisfaction. –He continued in chatting style. -Do you satisfy yourself sometimes?

-I`m fine. I am frustrated at the very moment by my shoulder. –She answered. He did not want to understand.

-OK, I know you can handle this, but fingering cannot be enough for a woman. You need to be filled up sometimes.

-How long he wants to dig around inside my pussy? He cummed already, he can go now. –She thought wordlessly.

-You know, what, you will get a vibrator from me for Xmas. How you feel about that? -She could not say anything, but she knew that silence would annoy him.

-Sorry, I tired myself, exceptionally my lungs. I cannot speak so much. –She whispered.

-Oh, yes, you are hanging long time ago. You may dress up, baby. –He answered, and released her with two twitches. He was very satisfied by himself. She scratched her itching parts, and looked after her panties. He watched her taking up the lingeries and the jeans, but did not wait for the top, surprisingly hugged her, grabbing her buttock, and kissed her forehead, than left the flat again, closing her in for another day.

The next day was busy. She tidied the flat, but she was disgusted to touch the glass of spoiled sperm, moreover she was not sure if she was allowed to. -He may think that I would inseminate myself to avoid cross or gain advances. I will ask at least. –She thought.

She cleaned the cross, and put some face powder on it. That may work for a while to keep her buttock in place in the evening when he would surely return and tie her back to hang. It reminded her to her pubic hair. She went to the bathroom, took off her trousers and shaved everything as he had commanded. After she cleaned the tiles, took up a blueish black jeans that she thought was long time ago, and started to wait him.

She was sitting on the carpet and thinking about boys, in her age. Whether she would attract them in this jeans and white top with red batique stripe. How would be the voluntary sex. She knew that he would never let her out from this flat, if he didn`t want to spend his remaining life in prison, but as anybody else, neither she was thinking too much about the end what would happen somewhen later inevitably.

She gave away her panties and stood in position. He did not reach out for her hand, just was looking around her loin. A newly shaved hair follicle suddenly started to itching, that made her scratch it immediately.

The doorlock beeped. He arrived to the evening session. He was smiling with forty teeth.

-Look, what I brought to you! –He said, and gave a medium-sized box. It was a small radio. A cheap and low volume capacity one, but surely could catch any local and country-wide broadcast. She realized that she could listen to music again after several months, even if not her favourites, and it made her so happy, that a honest smile came to her lips.

-Thank you! –She said. -Can I try it? –He shooked her head, kept smiling.

-First let`s be over your daily punishment for today. –He advised, like a parent persuades his children to take the medicine before going to bed, while his pants became thrusted. She nodded obediently and started to undress. While she took off her top from above her white vest, she saw him staring at the unfolded, flat forepart of her jeans. He was really curious about the new sight. She was quite dressed at the moment, even if she would not go out in this vest to the street, nor with this proper jeans, nor in summer. She was quite dressed, but felt her bigger nakedness under her jeans. But she had to show that finally. The curves and organs that had been hided by at least some hair before.

 

[lember]

-Nice job. Open your pussy! –He commanded. She put her feet slightly apart to access the entrance, pushed her two fingers in as deep as needed and stretched apart the lips.

-Nice job. –He repeated, as if he was looking for remaining hairs, not just looking her vagina. His own home-vagina.

-OK, start then. –He commanded with rising arousement, and started to fix her right arm. She had to scratch again her loin. She realised that the coarse material of her jeans had scratched regularly these itchings as she had been moving, until she undressed. She started to worry about this. She tried to use her thight, but she was not sure if she could move as much them on the cross as it would need.

-Oh, it is still here? –He asked with pleasant surprise. She looked up and followed him with her eyes quarterly bounded as he went to the armchair for the glass of tainted sperm. He came back and put it to her free hand. They looked at each other.

-You really want me to take it to my mouth? –She asked on the easy, flirting manner that was the only allowed way to refuse something.

-You know the rules. All must be disappeared in you. –He said, as if the rule was not made by him. She swallowed.

-OK, I will. I will. Just can I do it after? –She tried to bargain.

-I know you always wash your mouth out after. – He explained patiently. -Now at least you will have time to feel and learn to respect my manhood. Drink it. –He ordered again closing the conversation. She looked again at the homogeneous alien fluid, took a breath and pured it to her own mouth. It was far more bitter and sticky. After another breath she sent it to the only direction where she could get rid off that taste. She made face and held out her tongue to ventilate. She could not put the glass down to the floor with one tied hand, just followed him with her eyes as he did it for her. She scratched again her loin for last time, before he fixed her other hand. She prepared herself for being hanged up, but he took the glass and brought is out to the kitchen. As he waited besides the wall, she saw herself from outside. A female torso with disturbing arms put aside. A self-acting toy, ready for play, with the original wrapping in front of it, on the floor, waiting for be turn on. Soon he came back and grabbed her ankle to do that. She sank to the boundings and felt her muscles start working all over her upper body. She heard the noise of the armchair as he sat down comfortably.

She tried to rule her mind. Not let in her nakedness, did not think about the time of releasement, but to an empty mind the pain could enter more easily. She played movies from her memories that she had seen before, while she could concentrate.

The tip of a shaved hair insidiously stang her soft skin from inside. She looked down to her clean loin, tried to localize the sting and reach it with any of her thighs, but it just exhausted her.

-Everything is OK? –She heard his emphatic voice.

-Yes, yes. –She tried to answer on common voice, as her freshly forced lung allowed it, and tried to calm down. She tried to make little moves with her hip to initiate any other feelings in her muscles there to surpress the inevitable itching, but mostly her shoulder sent signals. A dose of air ran out from her chest which she completely forgot.

The itchings came in unexpected moments and from unexpected points. The part of her loin which had been regularly shaved probably did the same before, but that time her hand used to be free.

She jerked fierciely because of a bigger twitch, releasing a frustrated groin. She felt her tits smashing back to her chest. She had to look there and saw the last movement of her left nipple.

-Are you sure? –She heard again. She was upset of itching, and it made her very angry that she could not be alone for a minute with it. She looked back from her bare tits to the clothed man in the armchair below.

-Can you imagine from down there how wearysome is to hang here? –She lied with a truth.

-No How is it? –He asked, kept watching her body instead of her eyes, and playing with his tag without any sign of shame.

-At least my arms would be fixed closer a bit and not so sideward. It tears me apart. –She said pouting. His eye rolled up on her left arm, then went back to her tits.

-What hurts? He asked with the same simpathy in his voice.

-Arms, shoulder, neck…midriff…aw, everything. –She spitted the words. Her loin was a constant itching by then. She yielded and stood up to collect air for the next sentence.

-Please, for my sake, can you come here for a moment and scratch the shaving just once? –She whispered.-He stood up and approached her. Her body tried to contract defensively, which was clearly visible in spite of the few centimeters of real movement. He moved left her jeans and panties on the floor with his right foot softly from where it was dropped, and stood in front her hanged body.

-Come down! –He commanded. She slowly obeyed, taking care of not to loose her strenght in any of her member and slip down. She noticed the moment when her tits were the closest to his face.

-Open your legs a bit! –He continued.She moved her knees apart and knew that he was watching her lips.

-Where it is itching? –He asked.

-By now everywhere! –She answered, waiting for the bitter redemption, gasping from the strain of hanging.

-Why didn`t you tell before? –He asked friendly, and scratched the shaved pussy from thigh to thigh, well down around the lips. She watched the hand of the man around her private parts and moved the itching parts toward the moving fingers. During she unintentionally thrusted her hip forward to see it below her breasts.

When the itching healed, she immediately became embarrassed, and stood up again to close her pussy, even if it almost emerge her private part to the height of his eyes. He followed it with his eyes easily.

-Anyway, I do not like this shaving. We should decide about a new hair type. –She did not react, just put her right knee behind the left, and looked down right to her clothes.

-I liked the paralell trim, the question is whether it should be wider or thinner. –He continued, and drawed his thoughts to her loin with his fingers. –She nodded randomly to do something for decision.

-Or it should not start at your clitoris, but a few centimeters above, than it can be more rounded. –He was thinking loudly, and kept showing with his fingers what he was speaking about. –Open your legs a bit again, please! –She came down and did it, not so wide, looking again her jeans and the opened belt and zipper, while he imagined different hair types on her loin. She felt if somebody wanted to push her legs together, and she had to hold against it.

-I think it`s better if we start grow something wider and longer, than later shave back if it`s not good. –She hissed, wanting to come down and put her hands in front of herself more than any time before. He reached out again toward her pussy.

-Or we can make some curves too like this…-But he got his hand back in fright when she suddenly jerked heavily.

-Please, go back! Sorry, I don`t wanna..but please, for God`s sake! –She begged.

-OK, Ok. You can surprise me. –He backed. He sat back, and she hanged down again, hanged her head too and started breathing heavily and slowly after all the efforts of communication and movements. She did not care her legs, her pussy was widely opened. Sweat appeared soon everywhere on her skin and started to flow down following her female curves. It was enough for him to let her down and hand her his barrel-loaded, trembling male member. When she felt the well-known slime on her tongue, which meant the time about to end for her, she put her hands in front of her nipples and pussy, and thought about her clothes. When she felt the jeans on her legs, she felt again herself more a woman than a woman body. Together with the rest position of her muscles it was very good, in spite of the stink in her mouth. She was watching him, standing with legs crossed, her thumb in her side pocket, as he buttoning his pant, say goodbye, and when the doorlock beeped after him, she became very released.

 

[lember]

Although for weeks everything went well, once she had a bad day. It could be the fish or the cheese, the griping pain was the same as always in case of an indigestion. She was weak, and she suspected some fever just as plus. Lying on the sofa in embryo pose she hoped that her state would make an exemption that evening.

When he arrived, he was very disappointed, but seemed to understand her state. But he did apparently not know what to do.

-Do you need something? –He asked.

-No, thank you. Just a day. –She whispered. A kind of fidget started to rule his face step by step.

-I cannot allow you a break. It would ruin everything. You would try it later again and again. –He was convincing himself, while his eyes were trying to undress her. She noticed it.

-I will undress. Please find out something else. Anything, just not hanging. –She was moaning.

-Sit up! –He ordered, and started to undress her, then just stood above the naked, moaning girl.

-OK, I will do what I can. –He said, and went out to the kitchen, then came back with cooking oil and a plastic barrel used to hold cigar before. He moistured it.

-Then show me how serious are you. Fuck yourself with it! And do it well! –And he gave the slimy stick to her. She took it obediently, puzzled a moment, then turned around toward the back of the sofa, showing up her butt. She hoped it would be OK. She rubbed her pussy and found it with the stick. She almost pushed it up when he intervened.

-To the other one! –He said. She did not care, pulled the stick back and pushed it inside her ass.

-Deeper! –He commanded. She obeyed, until she felt the first curve of her rectum.

-More! –He told again on the voice of an insatiable little boy. She was thinking a moment, than thrusted her loin back and gained more two-three centimeters.

-Start it, and do not make me notice that you push up less then now!

-I try. –She said back, and pulled the stick out a little. Despite the oil her ass followed a little the movement. She pushed up again it instead, trying to fulfill his orders. The crux being constantly in her mind motivated her well. She moaned when she accidentally pushed up further than her organs wanted to allow.

-Pull it out properly! –He said annoyed. She tried, but it was harder and harder as the stick became dryer.

-Can you give me more oil? –She asked. She heard him approaching, but did not dare to pull the stick out from herself.

-Give it to me! –He ordered. She did it carefully and turned back to obey. She had burning feeling on her anus hole. He inspected the stick, than rubbed more oil on it. He gave it back to her and went back to his chair. She understood that she had to continue, so opened up again her ass with the stick, and continued the movements. It was easier, but the burning feeling did not disappear and her anus had a growing pushing out instinct.

-Faster a little bit! –She heard the next order. She changed the rythim which indicated wawes over her rectum. She clenched her anus muscles that made her work much harder. Then her ass started to loose control step by step, that frightened her, but she did not dare to slow down. Then she could not exert strain on the plastic with her anus hole anymore, while all her inner muscles pushing out its content. She guessed that it was just the plastic, but felt in panic. She jumped up, saying sorry, and ran out to the toilet, holding the stick inside. She felt the running movements on the tip of the stick inside, which made her run faster.

-Hey! Lie back! –She heard, and she known that she initiated something bad. She pulled out the stick from herself in the restroom, and being convinced that this was the only thing inside. When she calmed down as much as she could, se went back, forcing a smile on her face.

-Sorry. A woman thing. I can continue immediately. –She said. He looked disappointed to the stick that he did not order to take out, and stood up.

-No. I tried to be gracious, but you weren `t obedient. Go to the wall! –He said. She understood that she had no choice.She might never had. She went to the cross a little bit hunched, but obediently. But when her feet left the floor again, the pain radiated out from her belly to all over her body. She opened her legs very wide to ease it, by the way close her exhausted asshole as close as possible. She released loud groins.

-Stop hissing! –She heard his annoyed voice. She tried, but as the waves of pain kept attacking, newer and newer moans were erupted.

-It is very bad! Please, I push up into myself anyting you want! Just let me go down! –She cried.

-You don`t want hanging? –He asked cruelly, and pulled the rope that released her legs, but not the other one. He tied together her ankles instead of, and fixed them to the floor, so she stood still against the wall, trying to keep her balance on her tiptoes.

 

[lember]

-Stay then! –He said, and ran out from the flat. The doorlock beeped.

-She looked around in the empty flat, then pulled and shook her wristcuffs. It was far more comfortable for her aching belly to stand on her own feet, as well as not being observed, but being alone tied out was very scary. –He must come back. –She was repeating that to herself. But the door did not beeped and she did not know how long ago. Standstill in the same position was very upsetting. When she had been hanging on the cross, she could make more movements -even if with great efforts- than with stretched legs. She moved her crotch forward, left and wright, but not in satisfying scale, until the bounds pulled her back to the wall.

After a while her tiptoes were aching, so from time to time she put some weight to her wrists, but it was not a real movement, she didn`t even notice anything else, that her arms had similar aching too. The room became darker, and she started to fell asleep again and again.

She did not count which awakening was the one that was indicated by his voice coming from unexpectedly above:

-Look at me! –He ordered on cruel voice. She looked up and saw him on a chair, with erected penis in front of her face, that started to shoot warm sperm to her face. She instinctively moved left and turned away her sleepy head, but his left hand drove it back, while his right one targeted his dick to everywhere on her face. When she reached another level of vigilance she felt releasement, knowing that she could come down soon and take up her dress. He got back to the floor, pushed away the chair, and released her ankles from the floor.

-You will learn to respect me. –He said, and the future tense put fear to her chest. He pulled the stool in front of her feet and lifted her up to it by her hip, carefully avoid her wet face. He pushed the stool to the wall under her feet with his right foot.

-I do not ennjoy this, but you must be thinking. –He explained, and tied her ankles to the stool and the stool to the floor. She was fully fixed again, at least on full feet, not tiptoes.

-You leave me? –She asked. This was the first time she told something since he returned.

-Yes. –He said with sympathy, and turned back.

-I am thirsty! –She said, but already to the closing door behind her in the ante-room. She stood naked, more on the wall than in the room that she was contemplating from its edge. Her head chuckled, and saw herself as she used to be in this part of the day: Clothed, released, starting another day alone in the flat, freely. A drop of sperm landed on the inner side of her right tit, and a disgusting filament remained on her chin, see-sawing as she moved her head. She could not wipe it down. Sometimes she felt the moving of other drops on her face, and after on different part of her body, where they slowly fell to. She was tired, eager to lie down and sleep. Another thread formed on the tip of her nose. She bent forward to let it down and not breath in. Another drop belove her nose found this angle passable and jumped over her upper lip and stayed on her closed mouth. She moved her head around hoping that she could take the next breath without sucking in the sperm-web to her nose or let the drops in her mouth, then she opened her lips at last.

After a while, since she could not touch herself, and nobody was there to help to clean her body, the sperm started to drie up, causing feelings on her moving body like a badly glued band-aid. Sometimes her head felt down and her knees lost their strenght as she felt asleep. She was afaid of falling down until her shoulders stop her, so she tried to hang down, hoping some minutes of sleeping. She easily fell asleep, but did not know how long, maybe just seconds, maybe minutes, until her lung woke her up halfly. She felt thirst and hunger. She held out her tongue for some remaining sperm around her mouth. She felt it sweeter this time. The silence was enormous. She did not hope that he would come back anymore. By the time she perceived the first lights, her body was itching, her feet were aching, her mouth was dry and her stomach was wambling, and she became more aware of all of them, as her sleepiness faded with the emerging of the Sun.

Her consciousness went to a standby state, as she stood where she was tied to since last evening. She did not even hear the beep of the doorlock, just recognized him walking to her line of sight with a bottle of mineral water. He looked over her body, then unscrewed the cap and drank her.

-Did you understand? –He asked. She nodded, then he squatted down and started to release her.

-Prepare yourself. This evening I come. –He said before he left the room.

 

[lember]