Beverly Hill's Therapeutic Medical Ch. 10

Anal Etiquette Prequel: Beverly Hill's Therapeutic Medical Day Spa

By: Lord Odie

The Obligatory Disclaimer

The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don't try anything that you're about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can't stop you, I can at least make sure you're doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.

10. Patricia's Date

Patricia moaned in pain. Her date with Jeremy while standing in for her identical twin sister had started out normally enough. He had come over early in the evening and presented her with a new dress for a night of dancing and clubbing on the town. The sleeveless, form-fitting silver dress showed a more than generous amount of the busty redhead's massive cleavage and ended at her upper thigh. A heavy-duty waist cincher under the dress accentuated Patricia's already knockout curves. Jeremy thoughtfully provided matching lingerie consisting of a reinforced pushup bra, garter belt, stocking, but no panties. The outfit was topped off with 5" high heels that locked onto Patricia's feet.

After dressing for the evening - in front of a leering Jeremy, of course - Jeremy had bent her over the dresser and revealed the final piece of her wardrobe for the evening: a large black inflatable butt plug nearly 3" wide and 18" long when deflated. Patricia had helpfully reached back and spread her cheeks while Jeremy had quickly inserted the toy deep into her still loose bottom and pumped it up until Patricia caught her breath from the strain. Happy for now, Jeremy slipped the plug's tubing and squeeze bulb along the waist cincher's lacing, attached it between her shoulders, and then zipped the dress up tight. Patricia's long red hair spilled down over her back and concealed the bulb to any onlookers. The shape of the plug would prevent it from falling out on its own.

With the preparations done, he slipped into an expensive tuxedo and the two hit the town.

Throughout dinner, Jeremy had loving reached up to caress Patricia's back every time he addressed her. It was very sweet. At least that's what it looked like to the casual observer. In reality, Jeremy was continuously pumping more and more air into Patricia's rectal plug. By the time the pair had gotten to a trendy L. A. nightclub, Patricia was already having trouble walking upright without showing obvious strain. She was glad for the waist cincher as she was sure the size of the plug had gotten massive by then.

For the next couple of hours, Jeremy kept Patricia out on the dance floor almost continuously. As often as he could get away with it, he would reach between her shoulders to pump still more air into Patricia's now massively expanded plug.

Finally, she could take no more and doubled over in the middle of the dance floor and groaned in pain as she held her midriff. Jeremy made an excuse for her to the surrounding dancers explained that she'd just had too much to drink and needed a break. Lovingly, Jeremy had helped her upright and guided her back to their table - all the while continuing to pump more air into the plug. They had sat down, and he asked for the check from the young waitress. While they waited, still more air was pumped into the plug.

"Please... enough," Patricia finally protested with tears nearly forming in her eyes.

Jeremy had looked confused before replying, "Are you okay, baby? Two weeks ago, when we played this game, you lasted for at least an hour longer," he said with genuine concern. Although, he continued to slowly pump the bulb.

"Just a long week, I guess," Patricia replied non-specifically.

Finally, the check came, was paid for, and the couple made their way out of the club. Jeremy had to half carry Patricia to hide her wide-legged waddle from having her asshole so painfully filled. The whole ride back to Jeremy's place, he had continuously pumped still more air into the plug. By the time they pulled into his garage, Patricia was openly crying pitifully in tortured pain.

Jeremy had moved around to the passenger side, opened the door, and picked up Patricia, and carried her into the house. After stripping her down to her waist cincher, garter belt, stocking and high heels, he'd proceeded to lay her down on the bed and bind her arms behind her until her elbows touched. He had then rolled her back over and fastened two leather loops around the base of each massive F cup tit. Next, he had positioned her so that her hips were on the edge of his high bed and looped cuffs around each ankle and pulled them sideways until Patricia was in a wide splits with her bald, dripping cunt pointing towards the ceiling and tied the cuff off at the sides of the bed. Finally, Jeremy had unzipped his pants, pulled his already hard dick out and unceremoniously rammed it into Patricia's welcoming pussy causing the bound redhead to cry out.

"Nice and tight! Just the way I like it!" commented Jeremy as he picked up the leather straps from Patricia's breast bondage and used them like reigns to guide his thrusts. It took his almost 10 minutes of rough fucking before he finally pulled out and came all over Patricia's bulbous, red tits. Patricia had cum several times herself and was panting just as hard as he was.

"I'm going to hit the shower, babe," Jeremy had said as he slipped off his jacket and started undoing his tie. When he was naked and on his way to the bathroom, he had stopped to connect the plug's inflation bulb up to a battery-powered pumper that smashed the bulb a couple times a minute. Patricia groaned in pain as her already tortured butt began expanding again. "I'll be done in a few minutes," Jeremy said before disappearing into the bathroom.

And that was how her date was going. Patricia moaned in pain again. Fuck me! she commented to herself. This is not what I signed on for! I'm going to kill Heather!

Finally - after almost a 20-minute-long shower - Jeremy reemerged from the bathroom clad in nothing but what God had given him. "Ready for round 2, Heather?" he asked playfully as he bent over to kiss her deeply before she had a chance to respond. While he did so, he slipped 2, then 3, then 4 fingers into her still dripping cunt. Patricia's tortured body instantly responded to his kiss and touch, and she moaned in arousal; despite the considerable amount of pain she was in. "Do you want the punishment hood like last time, baby?"

Patricia wanted to say no, but if Heather had been hooded last time, it might seem odd to decline now. "Please, baby," she replied in her best, aroused Heather voice.

Jeremy smiled, went to a dresser and returned with a thick leather and metal punishment hood. It took him a minute to fit Patricia's head into it, tighten down all the straps, and inflate the built-in ball gag until the woman behind the mask groaned as her jaw nearly dislocated. He then turned up the frequency of the auto-pumper and lined up his hard cock with the slightly gaping opening to his girlfriend's front hole. With the vastly increased pressure from the plug, Jeremy had to push hard to get his dick in. After a few second, he finally slipped inside, causing the bound woman to groan and cry out into her gag. About the same time, the auto-pump activated again. Her entire pelvic region was so tight that Jeremy could feel the new air being forced into her rectum. He picked up his reigns again and gave her tits a sharp tug as he sunk in balls deep and got comfortable for a nice, long ride.

Patricia groaned in pain-overload in her dark prison. Damn it, Heather! She could have warned Patricia as to the state of their current sex life. Knowing Heather's lust for submission and masochism, it was no wonder that she had been spending more and more weekends with Jeremy lately. Not that Patricia wasn't going to give her sister a piece of her mind when she saw her next!

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Jeremy had settled into a long, deep rhythm; and he smiled to himself. He hoped the room's many cameras were recording the action in high-definition detail okay. He and Heather were planning to watch it next weekend. He loved it when his girlfriend tricked her identical sister into going on dates with him. How could anyone who didn't know the twins intimately not tell the difference between them? Heather had a few easily identifiable freckles on her inner thigh that Patricia did not, and the two sisters sounded nothing like each other when they came - Patricia was much higher pitched than her sister was. He smiled to himself as he passed both reigns into his left hand and started slapping Patricia's massive tits with his right. The sides of her bound orbs began turning redder where his hand was impacting them. Smacking one caused it to smash into the other and send it bouncing away.

After having cum once, Jeremy wasn't planning on reaching another orgasm for at least another half-hour. He planned on making the most of it. After all, he probably only fuck Patricia 2 or 3 more times tonight before he released her from her bondage. It wasn't every day that he got to fuck a large breasted, submissive redhead with an affinity for anal and a love of strict bondage!

Wait... Actually, he did get to do that on most days!

Jeremy chuckled to himself softly and then got serious with his 'girlfriend'.