The Entrapped

Saturday she demands my attention for the entire afternoon.

‘Have copies of your apartment keys made for me,’ she more than suggests on the phone. ‘Tired of ringing that buzzer. Leave them in your mailbox.’

Yes, it is an appropriate step. Who am I to have the ability to deny her access to me at any time?

And so I am frolicking about in nakedness on late Saturday morning. C

atching the reflection of my glabrous, soft and rounded flesh brings an inward smile.

I hear the scratch of metal at my door. A key inserts and before I can hide or find covering, Sergeant Kelly enters unannounced. I am most chagrined to see that another woman joins her and I make a dash for my bedroom and the covering of a robe.

“Stop, Renee. You know you are to greet me in the nude. Where are you going?”

I indeed stop... feeling that twinge as, without benefit of covering, I must confront the unknown woman.

“This is Candace, Renee... Miss Candace. She’s going to teach you a few things... expand your repertoire,” Sergeant Kelly seeming to find delight in using the word.

This Miss Candace is in black leather and carries a matching black leather brief case. Tall with short black hair, combed as would a man, she appears quite masculine – I am to learn how masculine.

“Cute,” uttering the word I hear so often, her voice deep and husky.

Sergeant Kelly beckons me to approach then points to the knee high boots of her cohort. I know to kneel and kiss. Then in not being excused I know to begin to lick as well.

“Nice touch,” Candace suggests, not at all surprised by my truckling greeting. “You’ve been opening her?”

“Slowly. Progressively larger anal plugs.”

“Good. Girly boys like this really learn to enjoy it. In time they even beg.”

Miss Candace speaks without vocal inflection, a woman with apparent experience as I note Sergeant Kelly nods in agreement.

“Yes, Renee has not overly resisted yet... once I have her plugged all protest ends,” her smile somewhat knowing.

“The coffee table is too low. Perhaps the kitchen?” Candace suggests as she opens the black brief case and places it on the coffee table.

Why should I be surprised to spy a vast array of dildos with accompanying straps and other paraphernalia?

To the kitchen, Sergeant Kelly lifts me like a child to seat me on the Formica table.

“Let’s start supine. Many will enjoy playing with his nipples... and also enjoy the look of distress as he must accept something larger than he’d like,” Miss Candace lectures as a dildo harness is removed from her briefcase.

The woman is adroit, buckling the many connecting straps of leather about her waist and thighs as nimbly as one would don shoes. Meanwhile Sergeant Kelly bids me to lie back.

“Knees to your chest, little girl,” Miss Candace firmly advises. “And it’s also best to convey some expression of fear... a little play acting... guys like that,” more lecture.

There is no need to act, as Miss Candace selects a sizable dildo. My concern is genuine and palpable. The black rubber is longer than any of the anal plugs... and seems stouter. Yet without the bumps and ridges it may glide easier.

“Now some guys will like to play here a bit... heightening the sense of power and subjugation... others will just plunge,” her fingers toying about my anus.

I am chagrined to find enjoyment, and that such will soon end.

“For today we’ll lube you up, pretty little girl. But when with a man, you best do it beforehand. Most will not care whether you’ve taken the time to protect yourself against tearing... some will even revel in splitting you open. So be clean... be well greased.”

Spoken as a handy jar of KY jelly is found in her black leather brief case. The fingers return, more pleasure as I am indeed thoroughly lubricated.

The dildo tip is aligned. Her hips roll effortlessly. My sphincter yields. I whimper. The women laugh.

“And in we go... for now nice and slow. Always look into the eyes of your sodomizer, Renee. A meek fawn-like look. He’s mastering you... taking your sphincter...and your pride. He’s big and strong and you are just a soft and warm lump of putty to have his way with... a tight place for his penis...”