A Reluctant Witch in The Land of BDSM:
Masked and Squirting Mayhem
By Aimélie Aames
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Aimélie Aames
Cover Artwork Copyright 2012 Aimélie Aames
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Anna Ixstassou: Masked and Squirting Mayhem
What's weird is I don't remember waking up today. Not my shower, breakfast or anything else. But I'm at the foot of my building and this huge, stretch limo pulls up to the curb.
The driver gets out and he's as black as the car and almost as shiny. He comes around to where I'm standing on the sidewalk and says, "Miss Ixstassou, I'm to take you in today, courtesy of Mr. Crest."
I don't say a word...just get in the car after the driver opens the passenger door. I fall back into a light grey leather interior. All of it soft like pillows, the texture of butter and an odor like a warm cup of tea.
I don't understand why this is happening, but as happens each time with Ewan Crest, all my defenses just fall away. He has somehow imposed his complete domination over me and I am entirely under his mastery.
I don't deny that I get hot as hell every time I'm within sight of him. He just brings it out of me and all I can do is stand there, hoping that whatever happens, maybe it won't hurt too much.
After what feels like miles and miles of city blocks have flown by my window, the limousine pulls up before a nondescript building. No markings of any kind, although it gives the impression, somehow, of clinical detachment. In any case, it sure isn't the office building of Crest Enterprises, nor will its elevator take me up to the heaven and hell of the CEO's office at the top.
The driver opens my door and motions that I should go inside. I don't argue and go in without questioning why I am here or what might happen next.
I'm greeted by a man in doctor's scrubs, his face obscured by a surgical mask, his hands swallowed up in creamy white rubber. He holds them up in the air, as if he is about to enter a surgical block, motioning with his elbow toward a large swinging door.
It appears that I should follow him and I do as we slip behind that door and I think that I might have caught a glimpse of sea green eyes glinting back at me over his surgical mask. Ewan's eyes are the color of profound saltwater depths and as this thought occurs to me, I feel my legs weaken and wet warmth blooming between them.
There is a nurse in the room that follows. A male nurse. He is tall and his shoulders push at the seams of his surgical gown. He nods toward a hospital bed around which there are several tables on wheels, everything in stainless steel and covered with all sorts of frightening metallic tools.
I lie down upon the bed and no sooner have I done this, then the nurse takes each of my wrists and encircles them with velcro fastened bands. Bands attached to the bed frame which immobilize my arms completely.
My pussy is beginning to truly ache now and I think I'm flexing at the hips, unable to stop myself, wanting only to ride someone's pony and to do so right away quick.
The doctor (and I don't know why, but I'm sure he's the one in charge with his gorgeous aqua gaze) joins the male nurse as he takes up a pair of dressing scissors and proceeds to cut away my pants as if I were the victim of an accident. He works swiftly and I can feel the trace of the blunt side of the scissor blades cold against my thighs. He cuts along both outer sides and then begins shearing along the insides of my legs. It's as if he touches me with an ice cube with each scissoring motion and I tremble as he comes closer and closer to my crotch.
I can feel my nipples crinkling up tight as they press against my shirt. His scissors slip in between my legs and I can feel the sharp tip of one blade as it skips across my pussy lips. I want to cringe, or at least freeze in place, but I moan instead and my hips lift as he cuts up through my pants to the waistband.
Then he's slicing away my shirt and I'm not wearing a bra. My breasts are exposed to the chill air of the surgery room and despite this, I can feel that they have swollen, grown heavy and warm with my desire that one of these men wrap his lips around my aureola and suckle like a baby.
The nurse sets the scissors aside and then comes back to tug away the shreds of my clothing. I am naked and vulnerable.
He moves down my body and then lifts my feet up into stirrups, strapping and buckling them into place. The position is just like what you see in documentaries of women giving birth, except that I'm not pregnant...just totally exposed.
I'm almost panting like a dog as I can feel the wet of my pussy dripping down along my buttocks. I try to hold myself still, but my hips shift and pivot, desperate for penetration.
The doctor comes around and peers between my legs, then at a nudge from his elbow, the nurse picks up an instrument from one of the metallic tray tables. He clicks a button and then I can see that it's a sort of flashlight with a fiber optic rod extending from one end. The doctor bends down and suddenly I feel cool glass sliding inside my vagina. It's too thin to fill me the way I want right now, but the sensation of it slipping inside me is enough to make me gasp. Incredibly, I can see that the skin of my pelvis is glowing a deep pink as the light diffuses through my flesh.
The doctor motions for something else and the nurse is quick in handing him yet another instrument. It's thicker than the flashlight and has a sort of flattened metal wand extending out in a curve with the handle at ninety degrees. The doctor bends down again and I can hear him humming under his breath. I'm almost convinced that I'm hearing Ewan Crest's voice.
There is the sensation of cold stainless steel slipping into me, alongside the fiber optic light, and this time it goes in deep. I hear a buzzing noise and look up to see the two men staring at me over their surgical masks. The nurse is holding a shining silver vibrator in his hands and he slowly presses it down against my clit.
The pleasure of this buzzing bee melts me instantly and the honey flows thick as I rock against it. My hips push up against the vibrator and I can feel the heavy steel tool that has invaded me below pushing and turning as the doctor repositions it while I rock back and forth on the surgical bed.
The doctor takes the vibrator from the nurse and begins to work on me in deep, delicious circles. I know I've become slick with excitement and the steel head of the vibrator slips and slides across the erect nub of my clit in a wonderful rhythm that alternates between sharp pain and luscious pleasure.
The nurse comes up along my bedside and in his hands he has yet another stainless steel surgical tool. In some ways, it looks like a staple gun, and he has a cotton swab in his other hand.
The astringent odor of rubbing alcohol is in the air and he wipes down my nipples with the swab. It's very cold followed by a stinging heat as the alcohol evaporates.
He says, "Now this won't hurt a bit...maybe," then proceeds to clamp one of my nipples in a pair of forceps. He pulls hard and then slips the staple gun down tight against my swollen breast. He looks back at the doctor who switches the vibrator to a higher intensity before nodding at the nurse. He winks at me over his mask and then I hear a dull thump just before a wave of agony radiates from my chest.
The doctor begins to shift his tools and I can feel it stroking against my inner pelvic wall as he searches. The vibrator buzzes and my nipple is on fire. I'm convinced that the nurse has just cut it off.
With an electric shock, I feel the doctor as he positions his tool up tight against the roof of my vagina, striking home on my G-spot. The sudden need to piss begins to overwhelm me as my hips undulate against the relentless vibrations at my clit.
The nurse pulls away the tool and the forceps and I see my nipple still there, standing up huge and puffy, but now transfixed by a bright, shining bit of metal. It thumps in time with my heartbeat as the nurse walks around to the other side of the table and takes up my other nipple in his cruel forceps.
The doctor drives the vibrator in hard against my clit and I am now quite sure that the fluttering deep in my abdomen is going to break away and flood the room. He pushes his other tool up tight against the rough pad of my G-spot and my breath catches.