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    KACEY'S PREDICAMENT
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      The situations a girl can get herself into are amazing.
There I was minding my own business, having a little fun with my
body, and look at me now.  How did all this happen?
      The day started out fairly ordinary.  My husband left for
work at the usual time.  I saw him off, tidied up the mess we
left from the previous night, and started some laundry.  With
that done, I returned to our bedroom, slipped off my robe, and
climbed back into bed with a good book and my vibrator.  After
a half hour or so "relaxing," I got up and got back to my
"wifely duties."  Housework can be so boring.
      Sometimes I like to breakup the monotony by making the work
a little more interesting.  If the house if warm enough, I do my
work nude.  If not, I make do with very loose clothing and no
underwear.  Nipple clamps are great all day, I can start out
light and work my way to hard as the day goes on.  Ironing is a
lot more fun with a butt plug in.  And, of course, before hubby
comes home in the evening, bathtime is great with some oil and
a few toys.  I'll never be too old for bathtub toys.
      Anyway, this particular day, for some reason Mark decided
to surprise me by coming home early.  What a surprise!  He found
me upstairs,  kneeling on all fours in the middle of our bed,
naked as the day I was born, with clamps on my nipples, a
greased dildo in my ass, working one in and out of my pussy, and
trying like hell to spank myself with a piece of an old belt.
All I can figure is that I was so involved, and with the noise
of the belt, I didn't hear him come in.  I have never been so
embarassed in my life.  Before I could say anything, Mark
grabbed a pair of my panties from a folded pile nearby and put
them in my mouth and pushed me down onto the bed.  Our bag of
toys was open on the bed so he grabbed one of the ties from the
bag and tied my hands together behind my back and told me to
stay put.  What a sight I must have made - lying on my stomach
on our bed, hands tied behind me, panties in my mouth, nipple
clamps mashed into my tits and an oily dildo still in my ass.
My mind was whirling.  Just how much trouble was I in?
      In a few minutes Mark came back with a coke and a chair.
He sat down near the bed and watched me.  I have never been so
nervous, or so turned on in my life.  Mark had a stern look on
his face, but there was also a twinkle in his eye, so I thought
maybe I wasn't in too much trouble.  Mark sat there drinking his
coke and looking me over, then stood and came up beside me.  He
ran a hand over my backside, stopping to nudge the butt plug a
little.  Then he ran his fingers down between my legs to see how
wet my pussy was.  When he returned to his chair, he was
grinning at me rather devilishly.
      "I can see that I have been neglecting you," he said rather
solomnly.  "Evidently you need more stimulation than I have been
giving you.  From now on, I will have to be more diligent in my
efforts to keep you satisfied.  Maybe if I keep your hormones
up, you will be in a better mood and won't have to resort to all
these theatrics.  Also, in the future, I expect you to tell me
what you are in the mood for - each and every day.  Since I know
that voicing these desires is too much for you, we will make a
chart to put on our bedroom door.  Each day you can check-off
what you would like to do or have done to you that day.  Of
course, I will have a chart, too.  I'm sure you want me to be
satisfied also.  If you take good care of me, then I will take
care of you.  If this is not to your liking speak up now.  Ah,
well since you can't say anything, we will assume that my idea
is acceptable to you."
      Even though I couldn't say anything, I was in total
agreement.  I lay there dreaming of nights to come and things
that he would do to me, when I realized that Mark was still
sitting there staring at me.  I made some undistinguishable
noises to let him know that I was ready to be untied and
pleasured.  Mark was having none of that.  He stood up again and
came over beside me.  He tugged me around so that my face was
pointed toward him.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his
prick.  Already hard - that was a good sign.  He pulled the
panties out of my mouth and replaced them with his prick.
Naturally I began sucking and licking for all I was worth.  I
certainly wanted to make Mark happy and take his mind off my
embarassment.  Silly me.  After a little sucking and licking I
thought he would be satisfied to untie me and make love.  Wrong.
When I slowed, he grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck
my mouth.  We had played at this before, but never with this
intensity.  He continued this assault on my mouth until he came.
Normally I do not swallow his cum but this time it was not up to
me.  When he finished, I fully expected to be let go.  Wrong
again.  Mark left me laying on the bed, butt plug still in my
ass, my tits beginning to really hurt and the taste of cum in my
mouth.  He put my panties back in my mouth and left.  Do I lay
here and wait for Mark to return or do I go look for him.  Ever
the coward, I waited.
      I heard the tv go on downstairs.  I heard the channels
changing rapidly.  I waited.  After a while I heard Mark calling
my name.  Did he really expect me to go downstairs like this.
He called me again, I guess he did.  Getting up off the bed was
awkward but I managed.  I got down the stairs with little touble
and went quickly to the living room.  Mark was sitting on the
couch, staring at the tv.  He told me to come stand by him,
facing away and bending over.  He ran a hand over my ass while
he changed channels with the other.  He moved his hand down
between my legs and nudged them apart.  He fingered my clit and
pussy, and then went back to the tv.  I was forgotten, I
thought.  I started to straighten up and he sharply told me to
remain where I was.  Mark "watched" an entire movie, a bad one
at that, without ever touching me again.  When the credits were
rolling, he seemed to realize that I was still there.  He pulled
me over to him and bent me over his lap.  He untied my hands and
spanked my ass a few times.  He told me to go upstairs,  get
cleaned up - inside and out, and wait for him kneeling at the
foot of our bed.
      I ran upstairs, removed the butt plug and nipple clamps,
and took a quick bath.  I shaved really close,  rinsed out my
bottom three times, and brushed my teeth.  I was clean
everywhere and ready for whatever Mark had in mind.   I hurried
into the bedroom and kneeled at the foot of the bed waiting.
When I heard Mark come upstairs, I began to shake with
anticipation.  The first thing Mark did was blindfold me.  He
then tied each of my wrists to posts at the end of the bed.
This forced my chest down flat against the foot of the bed with
my tits hanging down at the end of the bed.  He pulled my legs
apart and pointed my ass toward him.  Mark said that since my
ass had been neglected, he was going to concentrate on it.  He
rubbed a little oil over my cheeks, massaging until I began to
groan.  He teased my asshole with a finger and I groaned louder.
He stopped and said I was distracting him.  The next thing I
knew I had panties in my mouth again.  "That should muffle you
a bit," he said.  He returned to my ass with a new dedication.
He began spanking me with his hand, alternating cheeks.  I was
really warming up to this.  Nothing like a good spanking to get
my pussy hot; however, this was not his usual spanking.  This
was serious.  My ass was beginning to hurt, a lot.  I tried to
let Mark know this, but I couldn't talk and I wasn't making much
noise with panties in my mouth.  Mark stopped and asked if I had
a problem.  I nodded my head "yes" but he ignored that and asked
again what was wrong.  When I couldn't answer, he said he
guessed he was mistaken and went back to punishing my poor ass.
I felt like my ass was on fire when Mark paused to apply more
oil.  He worked this around my ass, and I began to feel some
relief.  Mark began to work fingers into my asshole.  One, then
two.  Then one finger from each hand, pulling me open.  I held
my breath, hoping that he would fuck me now.

      "Well, what happened next?  You can't stop the story
there," my friend Sharon said, more than a little irritated with
me.  "Of course, he fucked my ass," I told her.  "How could he
resist, with my ass all red and oiled?"  Sharon sat back and
grinned at me and said, "well I guess he couldn't, since I never
can."  Sharon swallowed the last of her coffee,  rose from her
chair and came to stand in front of me.  She bent over and
cupped my breast with her hand, pinching the nipple as she
kissed me deeply.  She pulled back and smiled at me.  "I really
like your story, but I can't let Mark have all the fun."  Sharon
came behind me and untied my hands from behind the chair.  "If
you suck me really good, I'll spank you like Mark did and fuck
you with 'Albert", just like you love best.  It was going to be
a great afternoon.  But one of these days, I'm going to catch
Sharon by surprise and have a go at her ass!
      While Sharon had me tied to the foot of the bed and was
beating my ass raw I gave free reign to my fantasies.  I thought
about having her bent over, her naked ass in my face, her legs
spread.  I would pull her pussy lips wide and run my tongue
slowly up and down her slit.  I'd tickle her little asshole with
my tongue and my finger, teasing til she screams at me.  I'd
spank her pale, quivering cheeks until she couldn't be still.
When I thought she ccould take no more, I would suck her hard
little clit and get her off.  As I picture this in my mind,
Sharon's driving me crazy with her tongue and fingers.
Everything she does to me, I want to do to her.  But Sharon
likes to be in control, always the dominant one.  One of these
days, I'll catch her!