fifty-shades-of-grey

“Come here.”I stand in front of him.“Now turn round, bend down, and grasp your ankles.”I blink at him, and his expression darkens.“Don’t hesitate,” he admonishes me softly, an undercurrent in his voice, and he popsthe balls in his mouth.Fuck, this is sexier than the toothbrush. I follow his orders immediately. Jeez, can Itouch my ankles? I find I can, with ease. The t-shirt slides up my back, exposing my behind.Thank heavens I have retained my panties, but I suspect I won’t for long.He places his hand reverently on my backside and very softly caresses it with his wholehand. With my eyes open, I can see his legs through mine, nothing else. I close my eyestightly as he gently moves my panties to the side and slowly runs his finger up and downmy sex. My body braces itself in a heady mix of wild anticipation and arousal. He slidesone finger inside me, and he circles it deliciously slowly. Oh, it feels good. I moan.His breathing halts, and I hear him gasp as he repeats the motion. He withdrawshis finger and very slowly inserts the objects, one slow, delicious ball at a time. Oh my.They’re body temperature, warmed by our collective mouths. It’s a curious feeling. Oncethey’re inside me, I can’t really feel them – but then again I know they’re there.He straightens my panties and leans forward, and his lips softly kiss my behind.“Stand up,” he orders, and shakily I get to my feet.Oh! Now I can feel them… sort of. He grasps my hips to steady me while I re-establishmy equilibrium.“You okay?” he asks, his voice stern.“Yes.” My answer is feather soft.“Turn round.” I turn and face him.The balls pull downward and involuntarily I clench around them. The feeling startlesme but not in a bad way.“How does that feel?” he asks.“Strange.”“Strange good or strange bad?”“Strange good,” I confess, blushing.“Good.” There’s a trace of humor lurking in his eyes.“I want a glass of water. Go and fetch one for me please.”Oh.“And when you come back, I shall put you across my knee. Think about that, Anastasia.”Water? He wants water – now – why?As I leave the bedroom, it becomes abundantly clear why he wants me to walk around– as I do, the balls weigh down inside me, massaging me internally. It’s such a weird feelingand not entirely unpleasant. In fact, my breathing accelerates as I stretch up for a glassfrom the kitchen cabinet, and I gasp. Oh my… I may have to keep these. They make meneedy, needy for sex.He’s watching me carefully when I return.“Thank you,” he says as he takes the glass from me.