Compulsion by JB Brooks Page A

into English. My Ten Inch Dick. Lifelike medical grade silicon. Incredible natural touching and looking for playful stimulus. Made in China . I started to laugh and took it out of the box. It was quite a bit larger than the other two and shaped like a penis. Unfortunately it was also bright-blue, which made me laugh even more.
    I took the whole lot to the bathroom where I washed and dried them as per the instructions. I arranged them on the bedside table from smallest to largest and crossed both points off my list. Then I padded through to the kitchen to throw the empty boxes into the recycling bin. My body was throbbing with anticipation. Walking naked through Matt’s house was exhilarating and my arousal grew and grew.
    I found the wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and adjustable straps in the third drawer and examined them closely. The cuffs were made of soft velvet, triple-stitched for strength and fastened with Velcro. They had a reinforced eyelet where a clip could be attached. The ankle cuffs were slightly longer and wider than the wrist ones but otherwise identical. I hesitated, staring at them.
    I had some misgivings about this step. He was obviously going to tie me down to his bed, which would leave me helpless against whatever he was planning to do to me, and he expected me to play a cooperative role in arranging my own subjugation. Arousal knifed through me. God, in one way this was incredibly hot, but in another way, utterly perverted. If I put on those cuffs I was as good as begging him to dominate me—handing over the keys and the credit cards, so to speak.
    But you want him to. You enjoy it. You crave his dominance.
    I shrugged, agitated. There was so little time left. It was Thursday already, in the strangest week of my life, and Saturday was a mere forty-eight hours away. I had come this far…
    Was admitting that you wanted to submit the ultimate submission?
    And in a few more weeks he would leave. All I would have were memories. Extraordinary memories. Memories that might be enough to last.
    I bent and put the cuffs around my ankles. Then my left wrist. Then the right one. I wanted this and I wanted him, so I would put myself in this predicament and follow his crazy instructions.
    As soon as the cuffs were on I felt different. My arousal sharpened and intensified. The velvet sat against my skin, light but firm. I was waiting to be claimed and taken—waiting, this time, with full knowledge of what he intended, and wanting it.
    I returned to the drawers with a new inner calmness that had nothing to do with my state of heightened arousal. I retrieved the straps and attached them to the bedposts and headboard. The loose ends had carabiner clips, which would attach through the eyelets of my cuffs—simple but no doubt highly effective. I crossed the item off my list.
    Next I looked in the bedside drawer and located the lubricant and the speculum. I began to get an idea of why he wanted the waterproof sheet—it was a big tube of lube and he wanted me to use at least half of it. I was going to get messy. My pussy tingled at the thought. I tossed the tube onto the bed.
    I ripped open the packaging on the speculum. It was a plastic, disposable one and looked rather like the bill of a duck. I sat on the bed and studied it, ignoring the order of the tasks on my list. It seemed simple enough—once inserted the blades could be opened and secured in position by a screw with a wing nut. The effect that it was having on me was not so simple. The thought of using it on myself was utterly wicked, and the idea of my pussy being levered open and held in position was exciting beyond belief. My nipples were hard and throbbing and my clit was swollen, ready to burst into orgasm.
    I hastily washed the speculum then dragged the standing mirror from the corner and positioned it at the foot of the bed. It was on a triangular stand so I was able to tip it forward, ensuring that I’d be able to see myself even when I was lying flat. Then