You wanted to know how it continued......

I stand on the side and watch how my Dom slowly twists the 6 screws, a little at each one, moving clockwise, more and more making the L shaped metal hooks move relentlessly away from each other. I love to see the calm and methodical way in which he goes about his task. She does start to look a bit uncomfortable, as it keeps spreading her anal, doesn't she?
I didn’t really know what to think of this woman when I met her the first time. I felt she was a bit cold and distant and didn’t really say a word to me but then again I’m not the easiest person to get close to either or have a conversation with, I am Finnish after all, I need time to warm up and then there’s the language barrier, I tend to shut down when people around me speaks Swedish since i don’t understand it yet so well.
With these thoughts running around in my head I keep watching as her asshole keeps getting spread open ever so slowly. And she has definitely grown on me and I would absolutely say I like her now even though I don't really know her that well. We have met just a few times before we decided to invite her to our dungeon. And well, tonight I am getting to know her in a completely different way I suppose.

- Syster ge mig Tens enheten

I hear my Doms voice and snap out of my thoughts, I'm glad he didn't seem to notice my lack of focus for a brief moment. I take a few steps back and take a tray from the top shelf of the tray holder that has the tens unit on it and ”serve” it to him. I watch how he place the pads around her pubic area, very close to the most sensitive parts, and turn the unit on. I have had those on me as well and I remember hating it. The unit shows different numbers in the display. It's dead silent in the room and nothing seems to be happening. At this point he very silently ask me to clap my hands once. I probably look a bit confused and he gives me a stern look and I immediately do as I'm told. The second I do I hear a loud and long fuuuck from our guest in the chair, or at least that's what I'm guessing she said, not easy to articulate with your tongue clamped and your jaws forced open like that. And then one more and another one until she suddenly understands the connection and with all her will power forces herself to stay quiet. At that moment I understand too. I glance over at him and see that wide smile that I love so much and that look in his eyes that both terrifies me and gives me such arousal.
Yes he whispers, you guessed right, it reacts to sounds. Not only hers of course but anyones, it's very sensitive too.

He turns and pays attention to our guest again. I'm told to start up the ultrasound machine and however hard I try I can't do it silently enough and with every little sound I see her body twitches but there isn't a sound coming over her lips. As I´m busy preparing the ultra sound he continue the mission to stretch her even further, this is far beyond what my Dom has ever done to me and I look at it with fascination. The opening is now probably a good 5 cm across.

When I have set up the machine I get the attention of my Sir by gently touching him, not wanting to make unnecessary sounds. He turns and faces me and I give him the long narrow probe he requested. I glance over at her too, she is absolutely still and I get a feeling she is not 100% aware what's going on, subspace? Never think I have seen anyone else in that state but experienced it myself many times. I watch as he inserts the probe carefully through the anal verge and the image on the black screen starts to show white spots fastly moving and changing as he is pushing the probe deep inside her. Based on my limited experience from working as a secretary nurse at the hospital I´d say it looks pretty much like it's supposed to look and healthy as the probe moves up through the anal canal and deeper in the rectum, as it passes over the linea dentata a clear white line is shown over the screen as it's supposed to. I´m so focused on what is happening on the screen I didn't at first notice how her breathing had changed, a gasping/moaning sort of breathing, hard to describe but she is clearly enjoying this. Some 8-9 cm in the probe hits the wall as the natural form of the cavity is slightly curved. This can be overcomed with some light force as it´s all very flexible, the examination continues until the start of the colon about another 10 cm up. Needless to say, this has not been possible to do in absolute silence but she has been impressively still throughout except for the unintentional muscle spasms caused by the electric pulses itself. Everytime she is hit with a jolt I can also see a short flash across the screen.

The Anal examination is over and I'm asked to turn off the ultrasound, remove and clean the probe. While I´m busy with my task my Sir walks over to the fuckmachine that is attached to a movable stand he built a while back. He starts moving it closer to her to get it in the right position, needless to say this makes a lot of noise making sure an endless stream of electric shocks is delivered through her. This might just have lasted for a couple of minutes but I can only imagine how long it must have seemed to her, or that might just be me, I really hate electricity. Or at least I think I hate it based on that not so great experience I had with it a while back, maybe time to give it another try, clearly it's doing something. But from her pulling at her heavy restraints and trying to move I can only assume it's not her absolute favourite either.

I'm ordered to twist the knobs on the anal spreader further, 3 full turns on each, this is outside my comfort zone but I know he will not let me off the hook and I do as I'm told, like the good girl I am. It is now at a point where it is getting physically hard to turn the nobs and the metal digs deep into the flesh. I get a nod of approval and being told to step aside.

I position myself on her right side with a full view of what's happening next. Dildo, mounted on the flexible extension on the fuckmachine, slowly being inserted in her anal hole and even though widely spread the well lubed dildo needs some force to be pushed inside, it is rather big. Depth also adjusted, seems he really wants it to go deep with long strokes. He turns the machines drive wheel manually a full 360 degrees a few times to see if it works as he wants it too, it's almost mesmerising seeing that huge piece of silicon exiting her anal just up to the point where you would just expect to see the tip as it starts its journey inside again, travelling a good 20 cm.

I know what is next, I'm not sure she does but she doesn't have to wonder for long as the fuckmachine is turned on and starts pumping relentlessly.

“Let's leave her like this for a while” he says, “she is not going anywhere anyway” he tells me with a smirk on his face as he commands me over by the door, facing the door I have my hands forced above my head and get them attached to the simple but effective red loops hanging there, bought in a pet store. I love restraints, I don´t love having my arms tied over my head… but complaining will be pointless so I remain silent and obedient and hope my shoulders will not ache too much if I´m kept like this for a longer period. Over in the chair she has finally pulled one time too many at that tongue clamp and it drops off, remaining hanging in it's string, my Sir notice it too but seems to leave it at that, at least for now. I turn my head the other way and get a glimpse of what he is doing and see how he is choosing between the lexan cane and that new short and heavy leather whip we bought in Copenhagen. I can't believe I'm thinking this but I really hope he chooses the cane, the cane that used to be the instrument I feared the most, but after he tried that new devilish thing on me…

The choice is made and I see my Sir with the cane in his hand. I know he loves it for the very bright, well defined red strips it leaves on my body. As the door is in the corner to the left it places him on the wrong side of me meaning he will either have to use his left hand or do some backhand kind of action. I hope this will mean a leaner treatment of my body as the force and precision should be less right?

It doesn´t take many hits until I realize there is very little difference between him holding that instrument of torture with his left or right hand. Not before long my short gasp of pain and agony mixes with her moans of pleasure and delight, all trying to outmake the loud noice of that fuckmachine that just keeps going and going. There is just so much going on at the same time, that I get dizzy and then suddenly it all stops, no more hits on my poor thighs, fuckmachine goes silent, corner of my eye I see the electro unit being disconnected as well. All I hear is the sounds of him moving the fucking machine, her breathing and my own heartbeat as I hang with almost all of my weight on the loops around my wrists as my legs don't really support me right now.

I´m being released shortly after and ordered on my knees, he drops his kilt, turns towards me and takes a firm grip of my head with both hands, those beautiful big hands. I have already opened my mouth, knowing exactly what´s coming and what’s expected of me. Without hesitation he starts fucking my mouth forcefully making me gag and drool and I really struggle taking it all, he knows this gets me so frustrated, when it doesn’t smoothly go deep down but is hitting in the wrong place, angle slightly off, he know but he don´t care so all I can do is keep trying my best.

I feel my eyes tearing up from both the strain and from the frustration when he suddenly stops, pulls out and give me that ever so precious “good girl, well done”

He moves over to our guest and orders me to come next to him. He looks at me and I know exactly what he wants me to do. I start adjusting the height of the chair slightly so that it matches his height perfectly while I keep stroking him. When all is set up I gently guide his dick in her and take a step backwards and kneel next to my Sir watching them both from up close. He slowly enters deeper between the L shaped metal bars into her anal, there can´t be much friction, considering how widely spread she is, maybe that gets better deeper inside and he sure does what he can to get as deep as possible. I feel a bit envious, I just love getting fucked anally but I´m sure my time will come. As he moves in and out I also see her trying to meet the motion with the little wiggle room the restraints give her. Yes, I'm a bit envious but I also love seeing him using her like this. It's the first time now that I notice the thick short leather whip in his hand, or not really a whip, something in between a whip and a baton I guess. The one he just a while ago chose not to use on me.

She is noticing it too now as strikes starts hitting her breasts, still with the clamps attached to her nipples, but not before long they are removed with a few well aimed hits, she doesn’t try to hide how the combined pain from the hits and from the sudden return of blood to those tortured nipples feels, the whole room is filled with her screams which in no way stops my Sir from continuing the treatment. But maybe he finds her a bit too noisy as I'm asked to go get the inflatable butterfly gag. I get up from my kneeling position and go get it as fast as I can, not an easy feat on my ridiculous high heels. Doesn´t take me long to find it, I´m very proud of the spinning storage unit I created that keeps all smaller tools well organised, I have even put lights inside. On my return I see him still using her anal and keep hitting her breasts that now have darkened considerable. I´m ordered to insert the gag which turns out to be a bit more tricky than I thought with the dental gag still in place, and how long will he keep her in that anyway? My jaws usually scream in pain after less than 15 minutes, what has passed now? Way more than 15 minutes anyway, hours? As I think of this I eventually get the whole thing in place, the flat wide part between the teeth and lips and the ball shape behind her teeth. I ask if he wants me to inflate it, he nods. I press the rubber bulb at the end of the tub once but the air goes right out again as I release, forgetting to close the return valve, new attempt. Pumping it once, twice, works fine now, three times with my eyes focused on him and waiting for him to tell when to stop, not yet apparently… four, five. He nods and says it's enough. Looking over at her I can only agree, it is really well inflated. Whatever sounds that are coming from her now are gonna be very muffled.

I´m about to move back to my kneeling position but I'm stopped as he hands me the whip he has ferociously used on her up until now. Just holding it makes me uncomfortable, being told to continue his work really goes against every fibre in my body, he does this sometimes, have me do his bidding. And no point for me to not do a good job, if I go easy on her I will for sure pay for it later. I give the left one a very good slap, right over her nipple and she twitches and pulls and that's not love I see in her eyes. I´m very happy now about the effective gag.

While I am busy treating her breasts it seems he finally has decided the anal stretching is done for this time and he pulls out his dick, puts his kilt back on before he meticulously starts unscrewing the stretcher.

It didn't take long before he could pull it out and put it on the tray for used tools, that's my responsibility to clean after sessions. The stretcher is out but I can only imagine she is still very open.

Same time as he returns the anal stretcher on the lower shelf of the tray holder he grabs the speculum from the top, the one he got from a gynaecologist that had retired and sold off his equipment, even I had to admit, that it was a beautiful looking piece of engineering.

Just wish I was standing on the other side so I would get a good view of what's next or that we would have set up those mirrors that are still in their boxes.

And maybe he read my mind because I'm told to stop turning our guest boobs into a very colourful painting and come over to his side of the chair and kneel down again. I watch as he inserts the speculum and starts pulling the lever that makes the two arms move upwards and apart creating a triangle shape opening.

When she is open enough he turns off the lights in the room except for the small examination spotlight that he directs at her pussy, making things look a bit surreal as that very tightly defined area is all you see with any clarity. To do this part of the examination he has set up the endoscope and start inserting the camera and I´m again asked up on my feet and he tells me to take the wand, because another great benefit of this speculum, I have been thought, is that it leaves your clitoris totally exposed. I'm told to use the wand on her.

On the screen to the left of the chair we get live images from the endoscope and it takes a remarkably short time before there are noticeable contractions being shown at the same time as she is trying to press herself harder against the wand. I guess the long treatment she has gone through has pushed her close to the edge and now it takes so very little to get her over the top. She also manages to make some kind of sound through that gag, impressive enough. It just literally takes seconds from this point before she convulses heavily in an orgasm that just seems to keep coming.

I hold the, still forcefully vibrating, wand against her sensitive area just a little bit too long and see her fruitless attempt to get away from what now is pain instead of pleasure, there is after all a tiny bit of evil in me. I glance over at my Sir and see that he approves but nevertheless tells me to turn it off. Let's give her a 2 minute break, he tells me, then we go again. When this has been repeated another 3 times I have the feeling from what I can see in the semi dark of her facial expression and pleading look in her eyes that she really cant take much more.

Again me and my Dom are in sync as he with a slight disappointment in his voice says that that is most likely all we can expect to get out of her today. He turns on the ceiling lights again. I am ordered to start releasing her but to leave wrists still tied to the chair. Not being used to handling the different kind of restraints she is attached with it takes some time to get it off. While I do that he removes the speculum and put it on the tray. I wonder if both holes will remain gaping open, I imagine they are.

I confirm that I'm done and get the next instruction, put on the leather mittens on her and then release her wrists. The mittens Im handed are sort of round in shape and padded and when your hands goes in it forces you hands into a fist and of course makes them absolutely useless at least in their functions of hands. Guess she could still use them to deliver a punch, I smile at the thought and the ridiculous idea that her or me when in the same position would ever start punching. And it would still be impossible as her hands are still attached to the chair. I put the mittens on and make sure the leather strap holding them in place with a buckle is tightly secured. He hasn't given me any padlock for them, but with our victim still heavily gagged there is no way to get them off with the use of her teeth anyway. At this point he tells me to release the wrists as well.

He lowers the chair to its lowest position and lifts her legs off the holders, gently puts her feet on the floor and tells her to stand up, something that shows to be easier said than done. Eventually with support and on shaky legs she is standing up and he guides her out of the examination room and just a few more steps over the hallway until she stands in front of the ladder that goes down into the underground cage, also known as the hole as its deeper than its wide. All concrete walls and floor. Pretty intimidating place. Out here in the hallway the light is softer and changes smoothly in the blue, violet, red spectrum. She is told to get herself down there which she manages to do with some difficulties, when she can’t use her hands fully. When she is down he closes the metal bar doors, on top of the bars he puts a padded wooden frame that I haven't seen before, no surprise there, still so much I haven’t been introduced and always something new in the planning.

I'm being ordered down on all four, in this position I get 20 spanks with his hand, definitely full force, but I still remain in my position. During this I have closed my eyes and as I open them I see her looking up from below, what a great spectator place she has got.

As my spanking is done he kneels down behind me and I feel him push inside, I have everyday for several years on my Doms request done pelvic training, of course a benefit for me too but now I use my skills to really squeeze his dick as it moves in and out in an increasing pace. It is impossible for me to stay quiet, my moaning is very much increasing my Doms arousal. And the force with which he is using me now has reached the next level. He dont seem to want to hold back and a few minutes later he tells me to turn around and I immediately get my mouth filled, as he continues fucking my mouth, I’m told not to swallow what is about to come. As he gets close he stops deepthroating me and lets me suck just the tip until I feel that warm liquid fill my mouth. He points at the woman below and tells me to let what's in my mouth run down on her, it mostly hits her face and she quickly closes her eyes but I'm pretty sure she was a fraction of a second too late. Cum in your eyes, what a lovely thing…

I'm told to step aside, I'm handed a womanizer and a short, please yourself, you don't have to ask permission to cum. I see my Sir open one of the two bar gates, put back the ladder and climb down, caressing her gently and caringly. I hear him praising her, how well she have coped with the day, much better than expected according to him and I would totally agree.

A metal collar is attached around her neck, a chain is attached to it with a padlock, and the other end of the chain is attached to the bolt in the concrete floor.

I still hear how he comforts her and gives her his appreciation. From my position half leaning against the wall, with the womanizer doing its job, I see him deflating the butterfly gag and removing it before also releasing the dental gag. I can't even imagine how she feels when she can finally relax her jaws. He goes on and removes the mittens as well.

When that is done he climbs out of the hole, before he closes the bar gate again he hangs up the goat drinking dispenser, then it is closed and this time carefully locked with heavy padlocks. A blanket is thrown down, it is always so cold down there. He extends a short goodnight and then starts putting back the floorboards that hide it all. That’s not gonna be a comfortable night, there isn't even room for me to stretch my body down there and I'm short. As he attaches the last bolt in the floorboards I scream out my orgasm.

-jenni ♥