I canvassed through the neighborhood in my tank top and shorts. The sun was beating down, and I used sunblock on my skin to keep from getting a burn. I was also getting tired of telling uninterested homeowners about the dangers of nuclear power. I kept walking from house to house telling the same story and asking for donations until I got to this one house.
There was a buzzer by a gateway. Next to the small gateway was a garage door. On the other side of the gate was a stairway going up to a landing. A feminine voice came over the intercom.
"Who is it?" It asked.
"Thaddeus Monk for the Total Nuclear Freeze campaign."
"Not interested...wait a minute." Had I gotten someone interested?
"Come on in." the voice said with an air of authority as the buzzer turned on.
I pushed my way through the door. I wonder sometimes what would have happened had I just turned around and left.
The door opened into a long passage. A gate opened out of the left side of the passage and in the gate was this knockout woman. She wore short shorts and a filmy crop top. Her blonde hair was cut in bangs, and she introduced herself to me as Tabitha Fuentes. As soon as she opened her mouth I knew it was the same person who had buzzed me in.
She led me into a beautiful garden. There were raised beds along the sides of the garden with flowers and vegetables growing in them. There was a well maintained lawn in the middle, and along one side was a patio. A wrought iron stairway led up to a deck, while a doorway led off the porch and into the house. The doorway was opened, and I could see a washing machine and another door inside. The inner door looked like it was sound proofed, which was strange.
Tabitha sat across from me at a table on the patio. Her lean tanned legs were crossed and she grinned and played with her hair as she asked me some questions about nuclear power. She asked me about my tan, and soon we were talking about things totally unrelated to what I was supposed to be doing that evening. I enjoyed chatting with this beautiful woman and didn't object when she brought out a couple of beers. Tabitha was into all sorts of interesting things, like aerobics and yoga. She asked me if I had ever taken an enema.
I said that I wasn't sure, but that I would guess so. Tabitha then asked me if I would like her to give me an enema. Before I even thought about it, the word blurted out of my mouth.
Tabitha took me by the hand and led me down into her laundry room. The curious sound proofed door behind her washing machine opened into this dark room. I was expecting some sort of medical exam room, but instead found myself in a murky dungeon with concrete walls. There was a toilet sitting in the middle of the floor with a shower stall next to it. There was absolutely nothing in the room to shield the toilet, so anyone using it would be observed from anywhere in the room. There were rings on the walls. A small barred door along one wall. A sink with some rubber bags with tubes attached to them set up on a stand nearby. A padded sawhorse. There was even a computer with a screen showing different views of the house. I realized that Tabitha had actually seen me before buzzing me in.
Before I could even protest, Tabitha had chained me to the sawhorse. My legs were linked to a bar on one side while my hands were linked to a bar on the other side. I was bent over with my but in the air.
"Like, this is really kinky!" I stammered.
"Isn't it though!" replied Tabitha coming back over to where I was chained up on the saw horse carrying scissors. She started to cut my clothes off me.
"Now wait a minute!" I said. "What are you doing?"
"You won't need these clothes where you're going." Tabitha replied as she cut off one side of my cutoff jeans. She started on the other side and soon pulled them off. The tank top came off next.
"I mean, like, I'm getting seriously scared now. " I said.
"I wonder why." replied Tabitha as she cut off my briefs.
"What are you going to do to me!?" I stammered as I looked around to see Tabitha fill one of the rubber bags with water and hang it up over me. She put some lubricant on the end of a large bulbous nozzle and then spread my cheeks with her hands. The next thing I could feel was the nozzle probing its way through my anal sphincter and into my but.
"Ahhhhh" I sighed. Then Tabitha let the water run. It was as if all of my worries were evaporated in mist. I felt kinky and free and looked around to see Tabitha as she slowly pushed the nozzle in and out of my ass and began to massage my dick and balls.
"So are you going to be Tabitha's slave?" she asked.
"Yes." I said, and I believed it. Tabitha filled me with two quarts of water over the next 20 minutes. She got me to confess that I fantasized about having sex with men and kept a dildo. She also got me to promise to be her sex slave.
Tabitha then put a small silver chain around my neck. She fastened it with a lock and put the key on her keychain. All the while I was chained up with my but in the air and two quarts of water in my intestines. I had to plead with her for permission to go to the toilet before she unchained me and let me crap in the toilet set up in the middle of the floor. I felt humiliated and embarrassed crapping in front of her, but there was no where else to evacuate. She made me wash myself off using the shower nozzle, and then told me it was time to go back to my place and take my things.
"What do you mean, take my things." I asked, squatting naked in front of Tabitha, who was still wearing shorts and a tank top.
"You're moving in slave." she said. I obeyed her.
She gave me a dress and panties to wear. I had never worn women's clothes before, and felt terribly shy as we got in Tabitha's Mercedes and drove over to the house where I rented a room. No one else was there at the time, so Tabitha had me pack all my things into my backpack and leave a note saying I was moving out. Tabitha was especially interested in my enema bag and large black vibrator. She put the vibrator in her purse saying that she would use it later.
She took my checkbook and ID as well. We then got back into Tabitha's car and drove back to her house. She took me downstairs leaving all my things in the trunk of her car. Once again we went into the room behind the laundry machines, only this time Tabitha opened the small cell door. She told me to strip out of my dress and panties, so I took them off. She then motioned me to go into the dark room beyond the door.
The room was dark except for some light coming in from a small barred window set high up in the wall across from the door. The door itself had a peephole on it that let someone from the outside, like Tabitha, look in while I couldn't look out. That is, if the room was light enough. I had figured out the peephole by feeling as the room was actually quite dark. There was a mattress in one corner and rings on the walls. A light suddenly came on, and I could see a video camera set up near the ceiling. Tabitha was probably looking at me now.
How many hours had I been here? I wasn't sure. It felt as if it was getting close to evening, so maybe it was time to end this silly game. I wondered what was to happen to me if this wasn't a game and I was now Tabitha's sex slave. I even had leg irons that were connected to a chain that was linked to one of the rings in the wall. I hadn't even noticed when she put that on me. I still had the chain and lock around my neck and my but itched from the enema.
Tabitha opened the door and came in. She still wore her shorts and top and was carrying a bulging rubber magenta colored enema bag. It had a hose with a clamp connected to it that ended in a big penis shaped nozzle.
"Not again!" I exclaimed.
"You should love getting your enema, slave." replied Tabitha in a matter of fact manner as she hooked the enema bag to a ring in the wall. "Look who's chained up."
Indeed I was the one that was chained up. Tabitha put on some rubber gloves and began to work my but with lubricant slipping her fingers slowly in and out of my but. Then she slipped the nozzle up my but and released the clamp. I screamed this time as I felt the water distend my colon. Only the sound proofing in the room kept people from coming to my rescue as the water filled my but. Tabitha told me that I was being very naughty and smacked my but as the water continued to fill it. Soon I felt all full and hot and kinky and quieted down.
Tabitha made me squat and crap in a bucket. The water was mostly clear. She told me that her boyfriend was coming over that evening, and that he was going to want to do kinky things to my bottom. I had to be prepared.
The light came on again later. A man came in. He was huge and muscular with long brown hair and a beard. He slipped his cock up my stretched and lubed ass. I thought that this must be Tabitha's boyfriend and was glad to give him my ass. Later on Tabitha gave me another creamy enema.
I fell asleep on the mattress .later on. Light began to come in through the window a while later. I lay in the dark feeling the chain that connected me to the wall. I finally discovered that I could stand in the corner on tiptoe and look out the window into the garden. There was a bush in front of the window obscuring the view in, but I could see out rather well. Tabitha was wearing a beautiful black thong and entertaining a cute lithe black haired woman wearing a tan thong with a racing stripe on it. Soon the two women walked off in the direction of the basement door. Several minutes later I could hear the toilet flush. What had Tabitha done to that beautiful girl?
I found out a few minutes later. The strange girl came back out onto the lawn. Her bottom was red from taking an enema, and she was followed by Tabitha, who was carrying what looked like some straps. Soon Tabitha had bound the woman bound hog tied with her hands and feet behind her in leather restraints. Tabitha then put a ball gag on her and finally took out an exotic looking probe, which she soon inserted into the strange woman's clean and lubricated asshole. It had a bulb at the tip and a long rubber flexible probe that Tabitha used to slip the bulb deep into the woman's but. Tabitha then pulled it almost all the way out, so that the bulb would push against her anal sphincter. The other woman began to grunt and squirm. Then Tabitha began to lick her clitoris as she lay on her back with her hands and legs strapped behind her. My cock was rock hard as I watched Tabitha frig this woman. They went at it for quite a while too.
That evening, Tabitha made me soup. She chained my hands and feet together to a ring in the wall so I couldn't move, then she came in with the bowl of soup and fed me by the spoon. She wore a lime green terry cloth jumper that had draw strings to control how high on the hips it would wear. Tabitha had obviously pulled the sides up as high as possible to show off her shapely hips. She fed me soup and stroked me with her hands, playing with my penis and testicles. She told me that another one of her boyfriends would be taking my bottom that evening, and that I would be filmed. I told her that I wanted her to control my bowels.
"Yes, your bowels need to be controlled." she said. She left the room returning with a large syringe. She told me that it was an exotic oil enema, and that I was to hold it in. She slipped the probe up my but and squeezed the bulb letting the fluid up my ass. It was hot and oily.
She left me tied up in the cell and turned off the light. I lay chained up with the oil up my but. Later that night, another man came in and slipped his cock up my ass. I felt proud to be of service to Tabitha, and gave the man the best fuck I could.
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