Torture

Waking after a deep sleep, Sarah instinctively felt for her mating collar, and was surprised at the sense of loss she felt when she realized it was gone. Shaking her magnificent dreads free from tangle, she slipped into the bathroom and began her cleansing, savouring the soothing sensation of each charge as it eased her battered bowel as it cleansed. Once the third bag was done, she stepped into the shower and readied herself for what she felt sure was going to be a testing day.

As Sarah awoke the next morning, a variety of sensations greeted her. Firstly, her whole mouth, and most notably her tongue, throbbed and ached after a long night of use by the two black masters whose names she had not been made privy to.

Pete sat moodily at the breakfast table after a restless night listening to the two arrogant young studs plumb his lovely wife’s innermost depths accompanied by her increasingly vocal encouragement to them to use her more severely. His mood had not been improved by one of them poking his baseball capped head around his bedroom door to tell him how hot Sarah was as they let themselves out as the sun was coming up. Pete was unsure if the lad saw that he was furiously wanking, but his embarrassment was such that little could have added to it anyhow.

The brothers left early the next morning, leaving Sarah to sleep off the exertions of the night before. Winston told her she was not required at the Tattoo parlor until the afternoon, and that she should sleep in a while, but warned her to be available when Louis called in later that morning to install her enema equipment, and instruct her on self-cleansing. He would also attend to her injections for the day.

Sarah woke on Wednesday morning from a surprisingly deep sleep. Given the momentous events that were now approaching with an inevitability that ought to scare her, she had expected to sleep very little. The atmosphere the previous evening had been quite relaxed, as she had made a point of being as nice to Pete as was realistically possible. She had cooked him a sumptuous meal, they had split a wonderful bottle of Chardonnay, and had relaxed before bed.

Sarah awoke on Tuesday after a restless night’s sleep. She was not enjoying the tense atmosphere between her and Pete (they had barely spoken the previous evening), and with the “outing” of her predicament planned for tomorrow, things were hardly likely to improve in that respect. Also, she was a little uncomfortable about the launching of her web cam site today.

Sarah was becoming used to waking alone. Listening for telltale sounds as to whether Pete was up and dressed, she reached between her legs to touch her new ink, and was gratified to note that the area was now dry and not so tender to the touch. She smiled, as her fingers lovingly caressed the base of the giant keeper that was ever so gradually opening her relaxed state wider and wider, so that soon her greedy anus would be able to swallow Winston’s incredible weapon whole.

Sarah slept so soundly that she was only awoken by Pete loading his golf clubs into the trunk. Had he not been throwing them around in the manner of someone pissed at having spent a second night sleeping alone, she would have overslept completely. Hurrying up, she shook her dreadlocks straight as she shimmied out of her nightdress, ran through the shower, and hastily applied her make-up, applying perfume that she thought suited her newfound sexuality.

Sarah woke feeling refreshed on Saturday morning. She had slept on her side, so her new ink and piercings were rested. She had woken twice, and both times stroked her nipples lovingly. Marvelling at the new pimpliness of her increasingly swollen cookies and the way the 3inch gold bars so savagely impaled the width of her aureolae .

Sarah didn’t sleep that well, as she struggled to get comfortable. If she laid on her back, her new tattoo tried to stick to her nightshirt, and if she slept on her front, her new piercings pulled. Eventually she found a position on her side which was a compromise. Fortunately the long day had whacked Pete, and he slept through it all.

Again, she waited until he had gone down for breakfast before getting up and pulling on her robe. He again raised an eyebrow when she only took juice and coffee.

“Still feeling queasy? He asked.