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idea of a massage and pampering appealed to me. The note contained the address and an appointment time for my favourite spa place. I grabbed a quick bite—unfortunately not the sausage I craved. I was disappointed Andrew seemed to have disappeared. The naughty man, did he know I planned to jump him if I found him? It was probably a good thing he’d kept himself out of temptation’s reach.
    I spent my time at the spa in a state of mild arousal and anticipation. I blushed when the attendant waxed my cunt clean, sure she could smell and see my horny state. But she was a professional and said not a word. A shame because a naughty part of me hoped she’d cop a feel.
    Back home, I peeked around looking for my husband who was still MIA. Upstairs in our bedroom, I gasped when I saw the outfit he’d left for me to wear. Or should I say not wear . I’m not sure the skimpy fabric could even qualify as clothing. It was not only sheer, but didn’t actually cover anything pertinent. How decadent.
    Lifting the outfit from the bed and putting it on, I found another note held down by the anal beads he’d given me the day before.
     
    Hello my sweet sub,
    Ready for part two? Now that you’re dressed, I want you to put the beads in your ass, one by one, but do not masturbate. As you’re doing it, think about me pulling them out later and replacing them with my cock. Oh yes my little slave, I’m going to fuck your sweet virgin ass, ride you hard as I pull your hair. Think about that as you ready yourself for me.
    Sir
     
    Okay, Andrew was trying to kill me—with pleasure. I didn’t have to touch myself for my channel to quiver in excitement. My hot juices soaked my cleft. I lay on my back and ran the beads against my moist lips, lubing them. It wasn’t easy, I had to tuck my bent legs to my chest, but I managed to pop the cold pebbles into my ass. The discomfort was less than I would have expected. Done, I stood up, highly aware of the foreign objects in my ass. The jury was out on whether I liked it or not. Definitely strange, and considering how tight my anus was, I had to wonder how the hell Andrew’s cock would fit. Then again, a part of me looked forward to the pain.
    Aroused and dressed like a sex kitten, I made my way downstairs. Soft music played on the main floor and the drapes were all drawn. My lamps were on, but had been draped with red veils, turning my familiar home into a pleasure den. His attention to ambiance astonished me. Another thing he’d obviously learned at the hands of the master-submissive pair he’d met.
    The dining table gleamed in the flicking light of candles set along my wooden buffet. I hopped up onto its cold surface, the flimsy material of my outfit riding up so that my bare ass cheeks rested on the tabletop. I wonder if I’m the main course? I bit back a giggle as I wondered how one cleaned ass prints and sex juices off wood.
    “Lie down.”
    Andrew’s voice came from behind me, his commanding tone sending shivers down my spine. I lay on the table like a good girl, gasping at the cool surface against the skin of my back.
    “Close your eyes.”
    Oh, the thrill of being ordered. I did as he bid me, my breathing already coming faster.
    “Hold your arms out.”
    Stretching them out, I gasped when I felt the familiar weight of the shackles binding me. Eyes shut tight, I could only hear the faintest whisper of sound as Andrew went around the table attaching me spread eagle and exposed. My pussy throbbed, the wetness of my arousal seeping from me like a fount of honey. The cooler air tickled my moist flesh and made me shiver delightfully.
    Fabric covered my eyes. Startled I opened them but found myself blind as he deftly tied the blindfold in place. I panicked a little, tugging at my bonds and thrashing my head. For some reason closing my eyes didn’t freak me; I knew I could open them if I wanted to. But to be rendered sightless heightened my vulnerability—and my sense of awareness. I heard