Message-ID: <14618eli$9808222127@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sndr007@aol.com (SNDR007) Subject: ANNA, Part 2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998082104073300.AAA27355@ladder03.news.aol.com> Part 2, wherein Robert discovers the cost of Anna's assistance. The drive to Anna's house was uneventful, except for the turmoil in Robert's head. On the one hand, he liked and respected Anna as a result of their encounter at the restaurant. He felt a real connection with her, and her insight into his situation had a ring of truth about it. On the other hand, her demeanor after dinner scared him a bit. He trusted her judgement, but he had no idea what she was capable of, and that worried him. For Robert, submission was an abstract concept. "What did she really mean?" he wondered aloud. In about twenty minutes, they arrived her place. It was a ranch-style house set well back from the road on a large manicured plot in a rural area outside of town. There were no neighbors within half a mile, and for some reason, that made Robert feel better. He pulled in behind Anna, and watched as she walked up the steps to her porch and disappeared through the front door. He was struck by her athletic appearance and the fluidity with which she moved. He watched as lights came on inside the house, and he could feel his heart beating as he waited for the porch light to come on. When it did, he started to panic, realizing that he had ten minutes to put up or shut up. Would he stay? Would he go? For nine minutes, he really didn't know. He was torn between curiosity and fear, and at nine minutes and thirty seconds, curiosity won out. Robert jumped from the car, and with his heart racing and his mouth dry, he knocked on the door. The porch light went off. The door opened about two inches. "Are you sure you want to come in?" Anna asked from the other side. Robert's mouth was so dry and his throat so tight that he could barely speak. "Yes, Anna. I'm sure," he managed. "Then take off your clothes and hand them to me through the door. Hurry!" Robert was surprised, and he hesitated. "Do it now, or leave." Her voice was stern, menacing. Robert unbuttoned his shirt and handed it through the door, then he removed his shoes and trousers, handing them through as well. "Everything, Robert," she reminded him. Robert pulled off his socks and shorts and turned them over to her. Thank God it wasn't too cold and the mosquitos weren't out. "Now stand there and wait for me," Anna said as she closed the door. The porch light went on, and Robert was caught in its brilliance, feeling very conspicuous. His car keys were in his pants pocket, and there was nothing to do but stand there and wait. After five minutes (and three cars passing by), the door opened, and Anna called for him to come into the house. "You did well, Robert. I thought you might go hide in your car, but you stood there and waited as I asked. Well done." Anna took Robert by the hand and led him through the living room into a large room at the rear of the house. This room was set up as an office, with a large oak desk in one corner and bookshelves against the walls. There was a chair behind the desk, another alongside the desk, and a large couch against one wall, all upholstered in reddish-brown leather. The furniture, book cases, and dim lighting gave the room the look of a London men's club. There were no windows. Anna closed the door behnd them and moved to the chair behind the desk. From that position, she had command of the room. "Walk around, Robert. I want to see how you move," she said in a firm, steady voice. She obviously knew what she what she was looking for, and Robert started to walk aimlessly around the room, puzzled by her request. "Come on, Robert, show some pride. Strut your stuff for me," Anna teased. Robert's pulled his shoulders back and pushed his chest out. He was proud of his body; five days a week at his gym had him well toned and muscular. His walk became more animated, more animal-on-the-prowl. Anna was openly enjoying herself. "Turn to the right, slowly. Now walk away from me. Now turn and walk back." She was moving Robert around the room like a drill sergeant, and he was taking her direction with ease. He felt like a runway model, strutting for Anna's pleasure. "Come over here, Robert, and stand before me." As he approached her desk, Anna pushed her chair back and he could see that her skirt was pushed up and that she had her left hand in her lap. She was massaging herself slowly, and she continued as she spoke. "You are a very attractive man, Robert, and you will be the instrument of my pleasure tonight." Anna's eyes bored into his, and he was flooded with an erotic buzz mixed with a twinge of fear. The butterfies were back, and Robert's mouth went dry again. Anna opened a drawer and produced what appeared to be some bondage gear. Robert had no direct experience in that area, but he had seen plenty of pictures and videos, and what Anna laid on the desktop looked like the real thing. "This is what you will wear tonight, Robert. Do you like it?" Anna was teasing him again, but his mouth was too dry to reply. "I asked you a question, Robert. Answer me," she shouted. Robert cleared his throat. "I don't know. I don't know what to say," he choked. "Well let's find out." Anna's tone was menacing, and Robert was starting to feel a bit uneasy, but before he could object, Anna was out of her chair and standing in front of him. She picked up a wide leather belt from the desk and handed it to Robert. It was very supple, and had a series of D-rings along its length. "Put it on," she commanded. When he had buckled it securely around his waist, Anna had him put on the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs as she sat on the edge of her desk, knees apart, massaging herself. In spite of the seriousness of his situation, Robert felt his cock start to stiffen. Anna noticed. "I can see you're starting to enjoy yourself," she teased. "I'm flattered." She climbed down from the desk and inspected the belt and cuffs. Then, with a pair of snap-hooks, she clipped his wrists to the belt. "There," she said with an air of finality, "Now we're ready." Anna stepped back and looked Robert up and down,inspecting him closely. She had him turn as she looked him over, and then she put her hands on him and rubbed and stroked him as if he were a race-horse, pressing on his muscular body and feeling for tone and definition. Her hands roamed freely over Robert's body... face, chest, arms, legs, ass, back...as if she were blind and trying to get a mental image of him. The whole encounter filled Robert with erotic energy, and his cock was bobbing in front of him, waiting for a touch that never came. Anna stepped back and returned slowly to her seat behind the desk. Her left hand found its home, and her right hand slowly slid across her belly, her breasts, her neck...touching...caressing. " I love your ass, Robert, and that's where we're going to start. Have you ever been fucked?" Her smile was devilish and her eyes burned into his. Robert was taken aback, and he stammered, "You mean...in my ass...fucked there???" "That's exactly what I mean. Are you a virgin, Robert?" she teased. Anna was really stating to have fun, and the enormity of Robert's predicament was sinking into his consciousness. The price of his therapy would be higher than he thought. "Answer me," Anna insisted. "Yes, Anna, I am virgin back there," Robert said sheepishly. "Don't worry, my dear, I promise that I won't damage you. I'm glad you told me." Anna opened a drawer and laid a surgical glove, a tube of lubricant, and an anal plug on the desk top for Robert to see. He couldn't take his eyes off of the plug. It was about five inches long and well over an inch in diameter at the widest part, necking down to about an inch, and then flaring out at the base. "Before I can fuck you properly, there are many preparations to be made. I've got to clean you out, and I've got to stretch you out. This will give you something to think about while I get the equipment ready." The equipment....what the hell was she talking about... Robert's mind started to race. He wanted to get away, but he knew that it was futile. The butterflies in his stomach were turning into hummingbirds. Anna walked around the desk to where he was standing. "Turn around and face the desk," she commanded. Robert turned. "Now bend over and put your chest on the desk." Robert bent over the desk. " Feet apart...wider...now up on your toes." Robert spread his legs and lifted up, as directed. It was almost as if he were watching himself in a movie. He turned his head and saw the plug, the glove, and the lubricant next to him on the desktop. "Now, Robert, it's time for you to learn a command. Anytime I tell you to 'show me,' I want you to reach back with both hands and spread your cheeks for me. It doesn't matter what position you are in when you hear the command, I want you to open wide for me. Do you understand?" Robert swallowed hard. He realized then that he would have to assist in his humiliation. "Yes, Anna, I understand," he mumbled. "Good. Then do it. Show me," she commanded. Robert reached back as far as the belt and cuffs would allow and pulled his cheeks apart. He felt Anna's hands on his ass and the inside of his thighs, kneading him, spreading him wider. She reached for the glove and he heard the rubber cuff snap around her wrist. Then she reached for the lubricant, and he could hear a squishy sound as she squeezed it onto the glove. He felt the cold lubricant on his anus, then the tip of her finger pressing against him. Reflexively, he tried to move up and away from her, but she pressed her other hand down against the small of his back, holding him in place. The battle was brief, and Anna's finger slid past his puckered bung. A second finger joined the first, and he could feel Anna stretching his anus and pushing more lubricant up inside him. She pushed a third finger in and started a rotating motion with her hand. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but it didn't really hurt. Robert was more embarrassed than pained. When Anna started stroking his prostate, he stopped fighting the intrusion and soon found himself moving with the rhythm she set up. Abruptly, she stopped and reached for the plug. She rubbed its length along his crack to lubricate it, and it felt huge. Then she pressed the tip against his anus, starting it on its way with a slow twisting motion. "Take it," Anna demanded. "Bear down and try to push it out." As soon as he did, Robert could feel the intruder pushing past his knotted sphincter. In a few moments, Anna had her tool wedged firmly between his cheeks, and it was really uncomfortable. "Stand up, Robert. I want you to walk around the room," Anna insisted. Robert stood up gingerly and started to walk slowly around the room. Movement made the plug even more uncomfortable, and he hunched over a bit as he walked. "Stand up straight, walk proudly. You've passed your first real test," Anna teased. "Besides, that's a pretty small plug you've got there. Just a warm-up. I want you to keep walking while I get things ready in the next room. I'll come get you when when the equipment is set up." With that, Anna left Robert to ponder his fate. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----