Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/husband2.txt

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               Part II



        She  then  began  to  apply a liberal amount of lubricant to the
nozzle.  When  it was liberally  greased,  she  then  wiped  her gloved
fingers.  Next,  she  took  a   tube  of  something  and squeezed an amount on
her  fingers.  She  began  to apply it to his  asshole,  working  it  around
and around.  Then, she took some  more  and  began to work it up his asshole.
When she was satisfied, she began to work the nozzle  up  his  asshole.  The
idea of the Bardahl was to  insert  it  and  then  inflate it so that  it
became locked inside and also applied a barrier outside to doubly assure
retention.

        When the nozzle was inserted to her  satisfaction, she affixed a small
rubber  tube  with  a  squeeze bulb to the nozzle collar.  Quickly,  she
pumped it up.  Since he could not  tell  her  how well  it  was inflated, she
had to judge  it  for  herself.  She knew what it felt  like  having  had  it
in  her  own  asshole several  times,  and  she also knew how painful it could
be when it was inflated too much.  Finally, she judged it to be enough.

        "Wiggle your toes if that's too full,"  she  said, looking up at her
husband.

        When  there was no movement, she then  removed  the  pump  bulb.  Then,
reaching up, she opened  the  enema  and  allowed the warm water  to  flow
into  her  husband's rectum.  She knew he could comfortably  hold about two and
a half quarts; so she was  about to give him three.  With the bag as  high as
it was, she knew it would flow quickly.

    She climbed  up  the ladder so she could watch her husband's face.
She could tell he was concentrating.  She  looked  up at the bag and saw
that  it  was  emptying.  She  reached  up  and began to squeeze  it to
force the water faster.  At last, she determined it  was  empty.  She got
down off the  ladder  and  went  around behind him where she clipped the tube
close by his ass.

    Stepping   around  front,  she  lighted  another  cigarette
and checked  him  out.  His cock was still erect, but now his  belly was
bloated with the three quarts  of water.  She reached up and gently rubbed his
distended belly.

        She  climbed back up the ladder and, looking directly  into  his eyes,
she asked, "How's that?"


        For a moment, he did nothing, but then he blinked twice.

        Puzzled, she said, "Wink once for  no  and  twice for yes.  Now, are
you okay?  (two  winks)  So  you  are  okay.  Does your asshole feel okay?
(two  winks)  Do  you want me to let the enema out?  (one  wink)  Is  there
anything  else  you want? (two  winks)  What?  (three winks)"  She stood there
for several seconds with a confused look on her face.  Then  her face lit up
with a  smile,  "More  enema?  (two winks)  Okay, I'll give  you  more.  I'll
give  you a pint at a time so you can stop me before you explode.  Okay? (two
winks)."  So, she went back to the kitchen where  she  filled  a  pitcher.
Then, back in  the  garage,  she  lowered  the  enema  bag.  She poured  one
pint  in.  Then  she  opened  the tube to allow the additional  pint  to flow
into him.  When it was  finished,  she clipped the tube and again climbed the
ladder.

        "Enough? (one wink)  Okay, here comes another pint."  She repeated the
operation again,  and  after clipping the tube, she went back up the ladder.
"That's four  quarts.  Do you want more? (two winks)."  Back  down  the  ladder
and  she  ran another  pint  into  him.  "Anymore? (one wink)."

        With  obvious  relief, she  climbed  back  down  the  ladder.  Her
husband's belly was swelled as if  he  were  pregnant,  but  his cock was
still hard.

        She  knelt  down  and opened another of the packages.  This  one
revealed several hypodermic needles.  Another  package contained cotton and an
antiseptic.  She liberally doused  the cotton with the  antiseptic and then
went back up the ladder to rub the area around his nipples.

        When next she went  up  the  ladder,  she  held  the  package of
hypodermic  needles.  She  carefully  placed  the package on the step above
her,  then, carefully, she selected one needle.  She removed  it  from  it's
clear holder  and  brought  it  to  her husband's left  nipple.  She  pinched
a  small  amount of flesh between  the  thumb  and  forefinger  of her left
hand and then, holding  the  needle in her right, she put the point against the
pinched flesh and began to push.  She  could  hear  him draw and hold his
breath.  She  continued  to  push,  watching the needle first  indent the
flesh, and then break the skin.  She continued to push.  The  point of the
needle began to push the skin on the other side, and then it broke through.
She  pushed  it  just  a bit, so that the guarded  base  was  up  against  his
skin.  She looked carefully, but there was no blood.

        She then proceeded to put a needle  in  a  similar  place on the other
side.  She kept this  up,  alternating  from  side to side until  there  were
five on each side.  She then put one right in each nipple.


        Backing down the ladder, she stood back and  looked at him.  The
needles  were  not  particularly  noticeable.  His  cock was till hard, but the
head was an ugly purple now.  She climbed back up  the  ladder  and  asked,
"What  you think of that?"

        He blinked his eyes twice.

        "You  want  more?  (two  winks)  Lover,  you  sure?  (two winks)  Okay,
here we go."

        This time, she put  another  twelve  needles  in.  And then she climbed
higher  and  asked, "Okay? (two blinks)  Well, how do you like  this?"  And
with that, she began to lightly rub her gloved hands over the area.

        His  eyes  rolled  and then squeezed  shut, but then he reopened them
and  blinked twice, so she kept it up.  When  she  finally did stop, there now
was some blood  around  a  half dozen of the needles.  At  last,  she  went
down the ladder.  This time she applied the antiseptic  to his balls.  Then,
using  the  same  technique  of pinching the skin, she  applied  a  dozen
needles  to the loose skin of his balls.

        She then drew up a stool and sat on  it.  She  watched  him sway
gently, knowing the pain he felt, but  knowing  also the feeling beyond pain.

        At last, she began to remove the needles  from  balls  and tits.  She
liberally  smeared  the  area  with  antiseptic.  When  she finished,  she
lowered  him  to  the  floor.  She  removed  the spreader  bar  and he quickly
went to the bathroom to expel  the enema.

        Later,  when  they  were  wearing their chains again and sitting
together in the den, after she had fixed drinks for the both of them, she said,
"How was it?"

        "Do you want me to describe it or do it to you?"

        Her  heart  beat  rapidly for a few moments, then  she  replied, very
softly, "Both.

        "You're  sure  you  want  it?  Maybe  you  might want to hear my
reactions first?"

        "Oh, I do want to hear from you  first,  but,  yes, I do want to
experience it myself."

        "All of it?" he asked.

        She nodded, "All of it, including the needles."
        "Okay, darling.  But later.  I'm a little tired now."

        "And  there's  something  else  I  want.  I  want you to make my nipple
piercing permanent."

        For a long moment, neither said anything;  then,  very carefully he
put his drink down, got up, went over to his wife and kissed her deeply on the
lips.

        "You're wonderful,"  he  said.  "You  know  that  I've wanted to have
your  nipples pierced for a long time, but I wanted you to want it too.  Are
you sure YOU want it?"

        "Positive,  lover.  I  really  want  it.  Now,  tell  me how you felt."

        As he recited his feelings, she became  more  and  more aroused.  When
at last he stopped, when he had described  his mammoth shit after the huge
enema, she said, simply, "Fuck me."

        It was a few days later when he came  home from work to find his wife
seated on a stool, in the middle of the  living room, naked except  for  boots,
long kid gloves, a black leather discipline helmet  that  covered her entire
head making her  sightless  and mouthless, a large posture collar  around her
neck that held her head rigidly and that had a  large  padlock  to  keep it on,
and shackles  on  her  ankles  and  her wrists handcuffed behind her back.

        On the floor, at her feet, was a  sign  with  a  ring of keys on it.
He bent and picked up the card, and began to read:  "I did this to myself.  I
wanted to see if I could do it.  I put myself here at 4 PM.  Please don't
release me until 8 PM."

        He looked  up  at  her,  and  then  went  over  and  tweaked her
nipple.  She  stiffened  and  then  relaxed.  He  bent  over and kissed  her
nipple, and  then  walked  away.  He  went  to  the bedroom and removed all his
clothes.  Then,  he  took  a  shower and shaved, both his face  and  his
groin.  He  then put on his leather  jock with the locks because it felt so
good when he was denied  a  full  erection.  Finally, he returned to the
living room.

        Naturally,  his  wife  was  still  seated where he had found her when
he  came  in  the house.  It was now shortly after seven so he went to the
kitchen for a beer.  He  returned  to  the living room and glanced at the
paper.

        When it got  to  be a quarter of eight, he decided to add to his wife's
situation.  He went to a chest  and  removed  from  it  a pair of nipple
clamps.  These he brought  to  his  wife and very carefully  rubbed her nipples
to make them hard, and then he put first one clamp on a nipple and then the
other.

        He knew that from the moment  he  began  to  rub  her nipples to make
them  hard  that she knew what he was going to do.  Still, she made  no  move
to pull away.  Next, he began to gently flick the clamps, knowing that this
would  hurt  but  that  she  would desire  it.  The  only  signal  she  gave
that  things were any different was that her breathing was deeper.

        After  a few minutes, he left her,  leaving  the  nipple  clamps biting
into her tits.  He went to the kitchen  for another beer, idly  glancing  at
the  clock  that  revealed  it was now a few minutes past eight.

        He returned to the living room and sat in  his  chair, keeping a close
look on his bound wife.

        Finally,  at  about a quarter to nine,  he  removed  the  nipple clamps
and began to  unlock  her  bondage.  When  he removed the helmet,  he  found
her blindfolded and gagged.  He began on the gag  first.  There were multiple
layers  of  tape.  When  these were removed, he found her mouth to  stuffed
with a pair of his jockey shorts.  When  he  pulled  that  out,  he  watched as
she worked  her  lips to create some saliva.  While she did that, he removed
her blindfold.

    "That was quite a tie-up you put yourself in.  How was it?"


        She  had  finally  managed to wet her lips  and  said,  "It  was great.
Those  little nipple clamps  were  a  terrific  idea.  I wish I had thought of
them originally.  But  you  left me longer than eight, didn't you?"

        "How would you know?" he asked.

        "Because I know you," she countered.

     He laughed and helped her over to  the  couch.  When  they  were seated,
she put her hand to  his  leather  covered  crotch.  She knew  that  that
would  cause  arousal,  and  she  also knew he enjoyed the frustration of not
being able to get a full hardon.