A Month Of Sundays - Part 1
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The decision to become a professional bondage model was not an easy one to make. It wasn't so much that I lacked the nerve for it. Any inhibitions I once had about being tied up and photographed disappeared during the previous few years after my husband and I joined a BDSM club. My reservations now centered on whether or not anybody would be interested in paying money for me. A quick look at the other professional bondage models on the Internet site where I posted my ad made me think I was too old to be considered. I'm a realist if nothing else and know that a forty year old housewife like me can't compete with young, glamorous things in the modeling stakes. At least, that's what I thought before Edward Brown replied to my ad.

Edward's initial contact was brief but very charming. He didn't hide the fact he was quite a bit older and actually seemed more concerned as to whether I'd be comfortable modeling, as he put it, "for an old scoundrel." He also indicated that money wasn't a problem and, if I was agreeable, he wanted to book me for an entire day. It was an offer too good to refuse and I jumped at it. A couple of emails later, confirming dates and times, and that was it. I was about to set off on my first paid bondage modeling assignment.

From the day the details were confirmed, a knot of anxiety took a grip in the pit of my stomach. I had initially planned to tell my husband about everything and while I felt sure he would have been supportive, the opportunity never presented itself, so I was left to contemplate everything in secret. On the morning of the day of my rendezvous with Edward, I gave one last thought to telling my husband where I was going, but for some inexplicable reason, I lied and said I was going to spend the day with a girlfriend. He didn't question me at all and, in fact, I think he actually looked forward to being able to spend the Sunday at home watching sport and drinking beer without me being around nagging him to do yard work.

I arrived at Edward's house exactly as arranged, dressed elegantly in a white cotten blouse and beige linen skirt. My underwear, consisting of sheer white lace panties and bra with matching suspender belt and stockings, was new and purchased especially for the occasion. I would like to have worn high heels as well, but I was worried they might have attracted too much attention from my husband so instead settled for fashionable, low-heeled brown leather court shoes. Edward made me blush from the moment he opened the door to greet me. He was full of enthusiastic compliments about my appearance and looks as he eyed me from top to toe before ushering me inside.

There was a moment of awkwardness once I was inside with neither of us seemingly able to break the ice about what should happen next.

"Well," I eventually said. I fidgeted nervously and looked around the neat surroundings of Edward's house. It could have been the inside of any large suburban house except for the tidy pile of bondage magazines on the coffee table that caught my eye.

"Well," Edward echoed. He smiled warmly and waved a hand for me to sit. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Um, yes, that would be nice," I said as I settled myself into a large sofa next to the coffee table.

"What would you like? I have soda, coffee, iced tea? A glass of wine, perhaps?"

"Wine. Yes, a glass of wine," I replied. Hopefully that will settle my nerves, I thought to myself.

Edward disappeared for a few moments and returned with two glasses of red wine.

"Thank you," I smiled politely and sipped from the glass he offered.

"Bottom's up!" Edward winked at me and raised his glass in a toast.

I gently clinked my glass against his and took another sip of my wine.

"I'll be right back," Edward said. He placed his glass down on the coffee table next to the magazines and left the room.

I toyed with the stem of my wine glass and tried to keep my eyes from wandering back to the pile of magazines. The cover of the one that kept grabbing my attention was obviously European, titled "Erotisk Tvang" in bold pink type with the sub-headings "Enforced Sex Erotisme Force Erotischer Zwang #4" The cover picture left my mind in no doubt as to what was inside its pages. It was of a young woman, completely naked and shackled with her arms above her head. Three men surrounded her and were ravishing her breasts and pussy with vibrators. The image was quite disturbing but at the same time I found it tantalizing and even arousing in the thoughts it conjured.

"See something you like?"

Edward's voice suddenly close behind startled me. I blushed deeply and looked back to see him standing there with a video camera in his hand, filming me.

"Oh, I ... um ... " I struggled to find an appropriate answer.

"Let's begin, shall we?" Edward smiled a crooked smile. Almost a grin.

"I thought this ... that you ... " I mumbled, wanting to question why he had a video camera and not a regular camera like I'd been expecting. A rush of apprehension surged through my body. 

"Yes?" Edward glanced out from behind the camera for a moment.

"Oh, nothing. It's just ... doesn't matter," I said, mustering all the confidence I could find within me to ask the next question. "What do you want me to do?"

Edward smiled and returned to filming me, moving around the sofa until he was standing in front of me. "Stand up."

I carefully placed my wine glass on the coffee table and started to rise from the sofa. "Where do you want me?"

"Where you are is fine," Edward said.

I remained tense and nervous despite all efforts to relax.

"Undress, please. Start with your blouse. Unbutton it slowly," Edward said, his tone still pleasant but now sounding quite firm and emphatic.

My fingers began to shake almost uncontrolably as I reached for the small, pearly buttons of my blouse.

"Look at the camera," Edward said. "Are you nervous?"

"Yes," I said, the honest admission causing me to blush and momentarily avert my eyes from the camera.

"That's okay. There's no need to be nervous, but I like that look," Edward said. 

I could see him smiling as I slowly unpicked each button of my blouse.

"That's it. Slowly. Let it slip slowly off your shoulders and drop to the floor," Edward said, referring to my blouse. "Good. Now your skirt."

My hands continued trembling as I reached behind and searched for the button at the back of my skirt. I fumbled with it for a second before it popped open in my fingers. The skirt began to slip from my hips the moment I pinched the zipper beneath the open button and tugged it down.

"Let it fall," Edward said.

I reluctantly let go of my skirt and it instantly dropped straight to my feet where it puddled around my ankles.

"Step out of it and walk over there for me," Edward said, pointing to a place on the other side of the room.

My lacy underwear was designed to be attractive rather than functional and the loose-fitting garments did nothing to stop my breasts and butt cheeks jiggling as I walked. They were practically transparent as well and I knew Edward would be able to see right through them.

"Stop," he said once I'd reached the other side of the room. "Take off you shoes."

I nervously reached down and slipped out of each of my shoes, letting them drop where they fell on the carpet.

"Good," Edward said. He continued filming me as he walked towards me. "Now for the panties."

I hooked my thumbs into the flimsy elastic waistband and hesitated. Edward was still speaking, telling me to go slowly and to not take my eyes off the camera lens. I could feel my ears burning and my neck and face flushing red with the blush of embarrassment. Edward's voice had lost some of its pleasantness and now sounded much more business-like. He was ordering me, and I felt compelled to obey. I inched my panties down from my hips and over my thighs, squirming a little as I tried to maintain a modest composure. They got as far as my knees before gravity took over and sucked my panties to my ankles.

"Now the bra," Edward said after momentarily training the camera lens down to my feet and then back up my body, pausing to capture the sight of my neatly trimmed thatch of pussy hair.

I could feel my nipples tingling as I reached for the clasp of my bra. Even through the sheer lacy fabric of its cups, I could clearly see my nipples were swollen stiffly erect and flushed with the dark pinkness arousal brings to them. The straps around my ribs went suddenly slack once the clasp was unhitched and a moment later I was letting it drop from my arms to the floor.

There was a long moment of Edward filming me standing there wearing nothing but my white lace garterbelt, suspenders and stockings. My entire body trembled now with a mix of nervous anxiety and strange excitement especially when he told me to put my hands on my head and start walking towards a hallway at the back of the room.

The hallway led past a spacious, modern kitchen and into a large window-paneled atrium room at the back of the house. The furnishings, unlike the formal ones in the other rooms, were exotic and other-worldly. In the middle of the room was a large antique leather trunk with brass edgings. I stood nervously beside it as dire, my fingers still clasped together on the top of my head as directed by Edward and watched as he positioned his video camera on a tripod in a corner of the room. He then casually walked over to open the trunk with a large, ornate brass key.

Inside the trunk was a collection of brightly colored ropes, leather cuffs, and other assorted bondage things I recognized. Edward reached in and retrieved a shiny silver metal collar, about an inch thick and secured with a small silver combination lock. He fingered the lock for a moment and then opened the hinged collar.

"Let's get this on you," he said, standing and placing the cold steel band around my neck.

I shivered at the touch of it as it closed snugly around my neck and was padlocked in place.

"Perfect fit!" Edward grinned and winked at me. "Okay, put down your hands now and hold them out."

I watched silently as Edward retrieved a pair of silver leather cuffs which he wrapped around my wrists and hitched together with a bulldog clip. A second pair of similar cuffs was then taken from the trunk and buckled securely around my upper arms, just above my elbows.

"Relax," Edward whispered as he moved behind me and gently pulled back my elbows. I could feel him struggling to bring the two cuffs on my upper arms together, which he managed to do, and then they were hitched together. The position effectively locked my hands in front of me, just below my breasts and made me begin to feel the first signs of being completely defenseless.

"Nearly there," Edward said. He kneeled back down at the trunk and pulled out what looked like a small, black rubber penis with leather straps attached to the base of it. "Open up!"

I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed Edward to slip the cock-shaped gag between my lips. It tasted awful, like rubber, but once he had it in my mouth it was too late to protest. I bit down on it and mumbled my sudden alarmed concerns as Edward quickly buckled the straps of the gag behind my head.

"That's a very nice look for you," Edward finally said.

My eyes went wide as I helplessly watched his hands reaching out to touch my breasts. I shook my head in protest as his fingers gently took hold of my nipples and began pinching and twisting them.

"Such nice nipples ... good enough to eat!"

I tried to scream past the gag as Edward's head bobbed forward and his hot, wet lips clamped over one of my aroused nipples. One of his hands slipped down my back and grabbed hold of my ass; his other hand slipping down my stomach to cup the mound of my pussy and hold me still while his tongue pleasurably lashed my tingling nipple.

Edward continued whispering obscenely about how my nipple tasted and how clearly I was aroused. I shook my head to deny it, even though it was actually true and I couldn't hide it from him. His hand on my ass pushed my hips forward and the fingers of his other hand began probing the embarrassing moistness of my slit. I tried to clamp my thighs together and force his fingers out from between my legs, but it didn't stop him fingering my deeply.

"You're sopping wet down there!" Edward smirked and gently bit my sensitive nipple between his teeth.

I blushed deeply and squirmed between his hands. As if to draw even more attention to the humiliating truth of what he said, Edward then pinched and twisted my swollen, aroused clit with his slippery fingers. My knees instantly buckled at the pleasure that suddenly swamped my senses. His hand that had been on my ass slipped between my legs from behind and he began fingering my leaking pussy while continuing to stimulate my clit with the fingers of his other hand.

"Will I make you cum if I continue doing this?" Edward asked. A devious glint sparkled in his eyes.

I gasped and panted for breath but refused to conceded he could have easily made me orgasm right there and then.

"Tell me the truth," he laughed.

I shook my head in denial. If I hadn't been gagged I would have begged him to stop. Not because I wasn't acutely aware of just how close I was to orgasming, but because the thought of how easy it was for him to bring me to that point was deeply humiliating.

"No?" Edward raised and eyebrow as if to mock what he knew was a lie. "Perhaps you need some more stimulation."

I shook my head again, desperate to plead with him. Edward clearly could tell from the looks I was giving him what I wanted, but he took no notice whatsoever. Instead, he grabbed hold of my cuffed wrists and forced me to follow him across the room. In the far corner of the room there was a post braced to the floor and standing upright. On the top of it was an eyebolt to which Edward secured my bound wrists, forcing me to stand on tip-toe with my stomach pressed up against the post.

"So, what am I going to do with you, slave?" Edward said. He stood close behind, cupped his hands under my butt cheeks and began spreading them. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

Panic suddenly gripped me and I struggled frantically as I felt Edward grinding the huge bulge in his trousers against my virgin ass hole.

"No?" Edward laughed. "Well, you will be but not right now. All in good time."

My heart continued to pound wildly in my chest even after Edward released his grip on my butt and stood back from me.

"First, I think you should be completely naked for me," he whispered hotly in my ear.

I squirmed a little bit as Edward then proceded to unclip the suspenders of my stockings. He rolled them slowly down my legs, lifting each of my feet in turn to remove the stockings completely. The suspender belt was then grabbed and, with a theatrical flourish of his hands, whipped down my legs and pulled out from under my feet.

Edward disappeared back across the room to his trunk and returned with a bundle of things. He had a pair of leather cuffs, which he buckled around my ankles. There was also a long metal bar which he shackled to my ankles and used to spread my legs widely apart. A hook in the middle of it was then clipped to the post I was standing against, effectively holding me immobilized and defenselessly spread.

"How's that pussy of yours? Still wet?"

I blushed deeply but then the blood suddenly drained from my face when I saw what Edward was doing. He'd moved to stand in front of me so I could clearly see the huge black plastic butt plug which he was coating liberally with lubricant.

"Big, isn't it?" Edward smirked at me.

I was horrified by the sight of it. It had to be at least eight inches in length from its tapered tip to widely flared base. The thickness of its shaft at its widest was probably as thick as my wrist, if not thicker. Edward emptied half a tube of lubricant onto it before moving around behind me. I frantically tried to struggle and escape from the post, but the shackles held me so tightly all I could move was my fingers and toes. The first touch of the plug's cold, greasy tip against my vulnerable anus sent a chill through my whole body.

"Relax," Edward whispered. He was now standing beside me, gently but firmly pressing the tip of the plug against my resisting sphincter muscle.

It was impossible to relax or even breathe. I could feel my resistence weakening and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up the strength needed to fight against being impaled by the huge plug. The tenseness of my leg and butt muscles eventually began to cause cramps and I was forced to drop my resistence for a brief moment.

"That's better," Edward said as at the exact same time, the tip of the plug speared my sore anus.

I shrieked and bit down hard on the rubber gag. The pain of it stretching my virgin butt hole was excruciating and brought tears flooding to my eyes.

"Just relax," Edward again said as he inched more of the thickening shaft into my tortured anus. "It gets worse before it gets better, but once it's fully in, you'll love it. Just imagine it's my cock!"

I could barely concentrate on what Edward was saying, but a strange thing happened. Just when I thought I'd be split in two my the massive invader, my sphincter suddenly began contracting again. It all happened so fast the shock of it almost caused me to faint, but my ass actually felt like it was sucking the plug deep up into my body where it now sat snug and solid.

"I'm impressed!" Edward finally said. The look on his face was like a reflection of the surprise I was feeling. "You should have no problem taking my cock in your ass, when I eventually get around to fucking you there."

His suggestion that he still intended having anal sex with me made the nerve endings of my sore anus twitch. The sensations made me acutely aware of the butt plug lodged between my ass cheeks.

"Now, let's check to see whether or not you're still wet."

I squirmed against the post as Edward's hand pressed up between my spread legs. His fingers immediately discovered my pussy lips unfurled and literally dripping with my juices.

"Well, well, well!" Edward laughed. "The head might say no, but the body is definitely saying yes!"

He continued to finger my wet pussy and stimulate my swollen clit until I felt pushed to the brink of an orgasm. It became a kind of torture not to let myself go completely and give in to the pleasure being aroused. But then, just as I was about to surrender, Edward pulled his hand clear and left me quivering and unsatisfied. He glanced at his wristwatch.

"Is that the time? It's only eleven am. We still have the whole day ahead of us!"

I shuddered at the thought of being at Edward's mercy for the next six hours.

Edward suggested it might be time for another drink and he began unshackling my ankles from the spreader bar. My wrists were also unhooked from the post, but they remained locked in front of me.

"I think I'll have a scotch this time. Straight up, with ice. You'll find a bottle on the bar over there -- glasses and ice in the kitchen," Edward said, clearly expecting me to begin serving him.

The sensations of the butt plug wriggling in my ass with every step I took took my breath away. It was like being in a perpetual state of anal ravishment and try as I might to ignore the perverse pleasure of it, it was impossible not to focus on the peculiar feelings it aroused.

I managed to get the scotch bottle from the bar, after a bit of struggling on tip toe to reach, and turned to walk to the kitchen. Even though I couldn't concentrate on anything besides the huge butt plug in my ass, I managed to regain some of my composure. Walking tall and straight, just like I'd learned as a girl in deportment school, was a weirdly new experience when naked, bound and plugged. Once inside the kitchen, I moved about as gracefully as I could, finding a crystal tumbler and a fridge with an ice dispenser in the door. I hadn't noticed at first, but Edward followed me with his camera, filming me every step of the way until finally I presented him with his drink.

"Take it back out to the play room," Edward said. 

He followed and returned the camera to its tripod before turning his attention back to me.

"Now, how should a slave serve a drink to her master?"

I knew what Edward meant and slowly dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Good," he smiled warmly and accepted the drink from my restrained hands. "Now, a little reward for you."

I looked up at Edward and wondered what he had in mind.

"I'm going to remove this gag, but you're not to say a word. Is that understood?"

I nodded. It was a relief to my sore jaws once the gag was removed.

Edward held his drink in one hand and struggled to undo his trousers with the other. A moment later his cock, fully erect and hard, sprang free and danced right in front of my face. It's bloated, pink head was already leaking with pre-cum.

"Open up," Edward grinned down at me.

I hesitated for a second but then obediantly let my lips fall apart to accept his cock in my mouth. The salty taste of his leaking cum was immediate on my tongue and I swallowed purely to try and clear the taste from my mouth. Saliva began to flood my mouth around hie cock and I swallowed that too, holding his cock head firmly with my tongue and lips while doing do.

"That's it. Suck my cock, slave!" Edward said. He took hold of his cock with his free hand and began masterbating while I held the tip of his cock in my mouth. He continued casually sipping his drink as he did this, which added to the whole feeling of surrealness I began to feel. He kept referring to himself as my master and me as his slave. I realized it was true but didn't have any idea how he managed to get me to so readily accept it as fact.

"You like the taste of my cock, slave?"

I felt dreamy and nodded slowly. Small moans of pleasure escaped from my lips and I continued nodding and bobbing my head rhythmically in time with his masterbating strokes. Edward also began to breathe more heavily and I sensed from the twitching of his cock in my mouth that he was about to cum. I glanced up at him and caught him looking down at me. There was no doubt from the look on his face that I was pleasing him, and this made me feel a tingle of pleasure myself. I started moaning more loudly to demonstrate how much I was enjoying his cock in my mouth and how eager I was to have him cum. Minutes passed and I bobbed my head more enthusiastically, my moans now rising in pitch as if I was begging him to cum.

The first sensations of Edward's cum in my mouth caught me by surprise. I swallowed thinking it was more saliva, but the solid, slimy texture was immediately different. Just as one mouthful disappeared down my throat, another huge glob of his spunk replaced it. I began swallowing as quickly as I could, but his jism continued to flood my mouth. It was relentless. Maybe six or seven huge squirts before it subsided to smaller, less full bodied juices.

"That's a good slave. Swallow it all," Edward smiled down at me as his cock began to lose some of its rigidity.

I continued sucking affectionately on his cock until at last he slipped it free and returned it to his trousers.

"Did you like your reward, slave?"

The aftertaste of Edward's jism was still strong in my mouth. I nodded meekly and, without even thinking replied "Yes, master."

"That's good. There's plenty more where that came from, my slutty little cum-swallower."
