Life After the Amazon Nude Resort - Part Four

When I awoke, I realized from the light in the room that Saturday was well underway. I also realized that I was no longer restrained on the bench where I had helped with Anne's "workout." I got up, stiffly, as it turned out, barely able to move. I began to stretch to get the kinks out... hmmm... kinks were what had put me in this shape to begin with! I called for her, hoping that she had not left. I was not disappointed. She came into the room with a steaming mug of coffee. She was wearing a cotton terry robe which hid most of her delectable figure. Of course, I was nude save for my metal genital prison.

"Well, there you are, sleepy-head! I thought for sure I would wake you up when I let you loose, but you must have been tired, you poor dear! Here's some coffee; hope you like it!"

"Mmm.. thanks!" I sipped it, then gulped down the hot brew. I suddenly felt hungry and thirsty. She must have read my mind.

"I just made breakfast. Your timing is perfect...I wonder if the food is what woke you! C'mon in and eat, then I'll help you feel better..." her sweet voice trailed off seductively... or at least I think it was seductively.

As I had already learned, she was a great cook. A traditional one, too, it seemed, as there were scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, jam, juice, the works. I dug in like a convict on his last meal, 'til there was little left. She was content with cereal and juice. She had

n't lost weight by eating like I was. After breakfast, she had me wash the dishes (only fair, after all, she cooked). She went out back to where I realized there was a nice-sized pool with all the trimmings - deck, lounge chairs, diving board, tall privacy fence, and, judging from what I could see of her as she moved around it, a hot tub. I finished the dishes as quickly as possible and joined her poolside.

"Whaddya say we relax in my hot tub?" she asked, as she dropped her robe. She was nude, of course, and beautiful in the morning light. My cock strained against its metal tube and my balls ached. She stepped into the swirling, steaming water and I got in with her. She moved close to me, hugging me and kissing me, running her hands up and down my arms. I responded by sliding my hands up and down her back, to her round bottom, up her sides. She pulled away.

"Oh no, you don't!" she said with a giggle. "You just let me do all the work. After all, I've got a lot of chores for you to do later, and if this keeps up, we'll never get anything done. Relax... here, I know what will keep you from mischief!" With that, she turned me around so that I was facing the side of the tub, where I saw a large metal ring attached to the concrete near the edge. She placed a handcuff on my left wrist (where did that come from?) slid the other cuff through the ring, and soon my right wrist was cuffed, as well. At least my hands were in front of me, little good that would do me. She folded her robe and placed it under my wrists to use as a cushion. How thoughtful!

For the next twenty minutes or so, she rubbed me all over, her hands kneading, pulling, stretching, mashing, and massaging every part of my body... every part, that is except the one part I wished most to have her fondle! At times she grabbed my ass, running her fingers through, and, eventually into, my gradually loosening sphincter. By now I was so totally relaxed that I would have drowned in the tub had I not been attached to it! I was also totally aroused, my sexual energy at a peak, unable to do a darn thing about it, my aching cock and balls straining but finding no relief. I was unable to think a coherent thought, my mind floating in what I would later learn was often called "sub- space." I could feel her breath on my ear as she pressed her body tightly against mine.

"I bet you'd give anything to come right now, wouldn't you?" she softly whispered into my ear, following that with her swirling tongue.

"Yesss.... ss... yess... oh.. yess," I panted, shivering with lust.

"I can make you come, but you have to beg for it!" she breathed. Her voice was like the spell of a witch.

"Please, please, please... oh, please make me come!" I moaned.

"Don't go away, I'll be right back, lover!" She quickly climbed out of the tub, then scampered to the cabana, opened the door, and I could hear her fiddling with something. I could also hear what sounded like a few gasps and moans. What was she doing? Within a couple of minutes she was back, standing over me, her feet straddling my outstretched, bound arms. I looked up at her. I couldn't believe it! She was wearing a flesh-colored latex panty, but this one had something extra - a very realistic (and very large!) erect cock, under which there was even a set of rubber balls! "This is for you, sweetie, because I think you've earned it! Would you like to see it up close before I fuck you with it?"

She stepped down into the hot water, standing so that the dildo was staring me right in the face, just inches away.

"Here, why don't you get a better feel for it? Taste it, suck it, make love to my cock! Since you don't have one at present, how about you enjoying mine?"

She thrust it at me, her hands on my head, forcing me to open wide and suck down the rubber phallus. It tasted like pussy juice! Now I knew what she had been doing in the cabana! She was getting worked up, and so was I, to the limited extent of my abilities, and it wasn't long before she decided to really take charge! She quickly moved up and then behind me, where she grabbed my ass, spreading it wide. Lifting my butt out of the water, she pushed the juice-saliva-lubricated dildo into my anus, which was about as relaxed by now as it was going to get (and it still hurt a bit until I got used to it) She paused a moment to let me accept it, then began thrusting in slowly, out slowly, gradually working up speed and intensity. She reached under me just behind the tube holding my cock, where she could just barely reach and massage the area near my prostate. With her other hand, she fondled the front of my chastity tube, where she could rub what part of my balls were exposed.

I grunted, moaned, and squealed with delight, lost in this decadent scenario, and within a few minutes I could tell that I was coming. But I was not erect! And I couldn't feel the intensity of a full hard-on orgasm! But there was no doubt about it.... I had, indeed "come." Based on the shuddering and moaning (and the fast and furious "Yes.. Yes.. Ohhh.. Yessss" that I heard from her), she was coming, too. But with a big orgasm, unlike mine. After a short pause to gain our collective breath, she withdrew from me.

"Okay, sweetie, that was great! But playtime's over, now!"

She gave me a quick kiss on the ear and unlocked my cuffs. I shook out my arms, and realized I needed to get to a bathroom, quick! She showed me where, and instructed me to clean myself thoroughly, inside and out. I found one of those disposable enemas, which I used. As I exited, I had to go look for her again. She was now dressed in that one-piece black latex "swimsuit," which accented every delectable curve.

"You're going to have to get sweaty again, lover. I need you to clean the pool. You'll find everything you need in the poolhouse cabana. After you're done, I want you to find me... I'll need you to help me move some furniture." (What is it with women and furniture? I would later find out it wasn't your typical armoire or chest-of-drawers.)

I did, in fact, find what I needed. I spent about two hours working up a sweat getting leaves out, emptying and cleaning skimmers, scrubbing, hosing, and doing what I figured a "pool-guy" would do. Occasionally Mistress Anne would check on me, bringing me a cold glass of lemonade (nice!) or reprimanding me with a hard spank on my buttocks (not so nice...) for not doing something right. One thing she did do that was extra nice was to rub suntan lotion all over me, especially my ass...and in my ass, too...I didn't know the sun shone there!

When I was done, I went in, and per her instructions, showered and shaved. (Speaking of shaving, I didn't need to shave my body again, as my wife Beverly had been seeing to it that I was hairless all over on a continuous basis.... at least whatever the chastity belt didn't cover.) Once dried off, I had to wander around her spacious home to eventually realize there was a big basement. That's where she was.

"Oh, there you are! And just in time, too! Here, help me move these to the center of the room!" She pointed to several large frame in the corner. They were several pieces made of apparently heavy, varnished wood, with black padding and metal links and eyebolts all over them. Bondage furniture! One was obviously an adjustable set of stocks, made for either standing, kneeling, or, with the addition of a bench, for sitting. Another was a large padded bench, with places for a person to be bent over it, ass ready for spanking or fucking, writsts restrained to the armrests on either side. They were heavy, as I suppose they would need to be to support a writhing submissive. As she had me place them "just so," I also helped her pull out from the wall a large rack, where I could see places to tie or cuff wrists and ankles in a standing spread-eagle position. In one corner hung a suspension cage, attached to the ceiling with sturdy hooks. It was a flexible cage, modeled out of a strong rubber, criss-crossed much like one of those Chinese finger traps. It had a solid, circular wood base, which is where I guess the "victim" stands while being hoisted. Mistress Anne (I couldn't help but think of her as "Mistress" given the surroundings) must have noticed me looking at it.

"What do you think? Care to give it a try?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face. Before I could think of a suitable reply, she was adroitly assisting me into the cage. It seemed harmless enough, as I could easily move the rubber straps around. "Hold on!" she cried, and quickly grabbed hold of the winching hoist at the side wall. After about thirty seconds of vigorous turning, I was soon in midair, my arms squeezed to my sides, my legs pressed together, and definitely helpless, swinging in the breeze. My own weight pulled down and stretched the straps tightly around my body. I could breathe, but it was tight.

"Oh, wow," I said, "this is a rush!" And it was. "Oh my gosh....."

She began spinning me around, not so fast that I got way dizzy and passed out, but quickly enough to make me disoriented. "You just enjoy yourself for a while so I can get ready for our guests this evening!"

"Guests?!? With me like this? Oh, please, get me out of here!"

"You know, I can't have you hollering while I'm getting ready!" With that, she reached into a big toybox by the wall and grabbed a harness of some kind. I recognized it as a head harness. Attached to it was a big rubber penis. I could only guess where she planned on putting it. "Here, suck on this!" She shoved the rubber phallus into my mouth and buckled the restraining straps over and around my head and under my chin. I could make no sound other than a pitiful "mmph." After tiptoeing up to kiss me on the cheek, she slapped me on the butt and left me dangling.

What's next, I wondered. Who were her guests? Would I be left like this all night long? How could I manage? Would they come down here and see me trussed up like this, naked save for the humiliating chastity belt, gagged with a rubber dick? How did I get into this mess? Seemed like forever long ago that I had been eagerly anticipating my vacation at the Amazon Nude Resort....

[ Story continues in part 5 ]
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