Wench for a Weekend - Chapter 8
by Pat Kole
Wench For a Weekend – Chapter 8 by Pat Kole

Finally, we left the IHOP.  Master turned to me.  “I think it’s quite ironic that we went here.  I HOP.  No – you hop.  I can walk.  Wench.”

I groaned.  Partially due to the bad joke, partially because it was true, and he wanted it that way.

I was grateful when we arrived home.  Mistress led me over to a padded sawhorse-like contraption.  She directed me to lay over it. As I leaned over it, I saw that it was clearly designed for the purpose – it was a padded bench, about a foot wide, narrowing to about 2” at one point before flaring out into a cross-member about 5’ wide.  There were a few straps along the length of the bench and cross-beam.  I could tell exactly where my breasts would be – all accessible if it wasn’t for the duct tape.  At the top of the bench was an opening for my head, with two metal bars running along the side to support a pad for my forehead.  A strap was there to make sure I didn’t move.

I laid down, and put my arms out wide.  Less than a minute later, there were straps over my torso, and up the length of my arms.  Padded blocks were put on each side of my head, like those used in car crashes, and everything was strapped down.  I realized that my butt was sticking out toward Mistress obscenely.

Mistress spread my legs, and strapped them to the bench legs, holding my legs wide open. Gratefully, she then pulled out the chastity belt key, and unlocked the belt.  Just as I was thinking that I couldn’t see a thing, Master put a mirror on the floor under my head.  It was laying flat – I couldn’t see anything happening near my crotch.  What was the point of it?  

I heard mistress asking herself “Should I do one more large shock, just for the fun of it?”

I didn’t know if it was a rhetorical question, but I felt I should give my opinion and wise advice none the less.  I strugged to get out – to no avail.  I pleaded “Please Mistress.  Please don’t.  I’ve been good.  Please don’t shock me!  I’ll do anything!”

Master looked me in the face through the mirror “Oh?  Exactly what is it that you’ll do trussed up like this?  

“I’ll. . . I’ll” I stammered.

He continued.  “You can’t do much at all!  And if we were to release you, you’d do as you’re told anyway.”

I realized this was true – it was awfully hard to bargain when you don’t have anything to trade.  Master disappeared out of my limited field of vision. 

After a minute, I felt the butt shocker slowly slorping out of my butt.  And back in.  And then fully out.  I was gracious for Mistress’ kindness. 

Master appeared in my field of vision, videotaping my face through the mirror.  I heard Mistress’ voice pondering.  “Now with a wench all properly tied up like this, whatever shall we do with her. . . “  

She stood such that I could see her face in the mirror on the floor, looking down on her helpless prisoner.  She was smiling that “I already know what I’m going to do, but just want to make you wonder” smile.  It made me feel so much at their mercy, and so excited at the same time.

Mistress took a step forward.  What?  There was a pink dick and. . . She was wearing a strap on!  Now I could see what she was going to do!  My jaw dropped.  My poor butt was about to have something else filling it!  The phallus seemed to be a semi-soft one – if it hit something at the end, it would expand outward, like a balloon filled with a very thick gel.

Mistress explained. “It’s double-ended.  I know I’m going to enjoy this.  Best part about having a wench – it doesn’t matter if you like it or not!”  She went around to my butt, still propped up in the air.  I tried to relax as much as I could. I felt the tip at my crack, slowly easing its way in.  Then a little out, and more in, a little out.  Each time, I felt more and more stretched.  She seemed to be starting slowly and carefully – except for choosing what felt like a tree trunk to fill my butt with!  It sure didn’t look that large!  I grunted as it went in – my facial expressions all captured on tape.

Oh god it felt huge!  I thought that I couldn’t take anymore.  I had visions of the anal invader going right through me and coming out my mouth.  Just when I was about to scream out, I felt Mistress’ groin slap against my butt, and Mistress moaned in pleasure.  It went slowly in, then slowly out.  Then it picked up the pace a little bit.  I felt used, just like a *^&% sex toy!  My butt was being stretched just so that Mistress could get off!  I really was such a Wench!

As Mistress fell into a slow grind, which telling by her moans felt really good on her end, Master put a long canvas strap across my back.  Was I not bound well enough to this horse?  I could barely move already, or I very well may have!  He draped each end of the strap in front of my shoulders, over the top, and gave the loose ends to Mistress.  I felt a tug downward on the strap and Mistress ramming it home.  I let out a surprised groan.  With the additional grip, she sure could stick that in deep!  She slowly let it out, then rammed it back.  There was nothing that I could do to change the tempo, depth, or anything.  I was like a mattress pad for my Mistress’ pleasure, and Master’s video archives.

She went in and out, bump and grind for who knows how long.  All I could see was the mirror on the floor, seeing my own face grimacing from the stretch, and sometimes Master’s video camera peering down to capture the moment. The tempo picked up again.  Mistress yanked as hard as she could on my reins, forcing me down as much as I could to meet her.  She started to shake like a vibrator, tensed, and finally relaxed with a sigh of pleasure.  My humiliation as a mattress pad seemed to be over.  She slowly eased out. 

Master wrapped my chastity belt around my waist, and pulled the butt-cable into place and smiling at me, he closed the crotch piece shut. Just as I heard the "click" it struck me - I need to catch a flight!  It was time to leave!  As Mistress untied me, it seemed kind of odd not having a rubber phallus stuffed in there, like an empty feeling. I packed in a hurry.  I asked about getting the chastity belt off for the trip, to avoid the metal detectors and so forth.  I got grins like Cheshire cats in response.  My jaw dropped.  It was going to be found!  I tugged again at the belt - there was no way it was coming off!  Oh god. . . 

We drove to the airport, pulling up to the departures drop off.  Master handed me the tickets.  I hopped out of the car, and went to grab the crutches.
Master asked me "So why do you need crutches?"

"Because it pleases you master."

He smiled.  "For the next 8 weeks.  And I MIGHT have mailed you spare keys.  I might NOT have.  You never know."

He got out and pulled out my bag.  As an attendant came over, Master explained "I took the liberty of changing your reservation.  You now have a stop-over in Denver, and then switch onto an American Airlines flight.  It cost only twenty dollars more, and now you'll have to pick up your bags, and check in again."

I didn't understand why anyone would possibly do that!

He continued.  "And go through airport security.  Again.  With your locked belt, and pretty pictures all over your leg.  I hope the inspectors enjoy checking out your duct tape bra!  Do you know what’s written on the back?

I meekly turned my head “no”.

They both smiled.  “That makes it all the better!”

Enjoy your trip!  And who knows – I might just be taking pictures!”  He held up the camera.  

The camera reminded me – did Mistress post those pictures with my name and phone number all over the net, or was she kidding?  There’s millions of sites – I may never know!

Mortified, I hobbled into the airport to meet my fate.

The end.
 
 
 

05.08.03