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since Richard had instructed her to buy it, it had lost its dangerous aspect and had instead become something exciting and sensual.
    Carefully Rachel had pressed it into her tight tunnel, finally taking its full length inside her. She realized she was tensing as if expecting it to hurt. Instead of pain, she found she liked the full feeling of it inside her. Experimentally she clamped her vaginal muscles around the shaft, feeling an erotic shiver through her loins. Her fingers had sought out her clit and she rubbed herself while she eased the cock in and out of her pussy. It felt so good! “Oh fuck me, Richard,” she had called out loud, almost feeling his body on hers.
    She had come hard, sitting on her chair, her pants and panties twisted around her ankles, her packages scattered at her feet. As Rachel’s heart had slowed, she looked around her in a daze. Slowly she had pulled her pants back up and taken the now slick dildo for a soapy wash in the sink. This reminded her of Richard’s next command.
    She smiled, remembering as she started to tell Richard the sexy details. Rachel rarely bothered with baths, instead hopping in and out of the shower as fast as she could soap up and rinse off. But Richard’s orders had been very specific. And she had obeyed them to the letter, feeling pampered and sensual as she did so.
    She’d lit several candles, letting their soft scent mingle with the steamy, sweet-smelling water. She’d poured in two capfuls of something called Sandalwood Dreams , its scent lightly permeating the room. She sank down into the tub, luxuriating in the hot, soft water, wondering why she had never done this before. She felt sensual and alive as her muscles slowly eased.
    Idly a hand had dropped down to her pussy and she rubbed gently, her mind wrapping itself around her image of Richard. Later he would call her and ask her if she’d done what he asked. She thought about his strange but sexy request for a while as she soaked in the tub. Then deciding she was ready, she let about half of the water out of the tub and scooted forward, angling herself so she straddled either side of the faucet.
    She had turned on the water, adjusting it until it was comfortable and then she moved again so that her pussy was positioned directly beneath the strong spray. She had crouched up like a frog, watching the water cascading against her spread pussy. She felt wanton. Naughty, but delicious.
    Leaning back on her elbows, she had let her head fall back so her hair dipped into the water. Her mind quieted as sensation took over. The water felt more and more intense pulsing against her sex and her breathing became rapid and shallow. As the parts of her body out of the water cooled, she shivered, feeling goose bumps rise. She didn’t care though. The lovely feeling in her sex was so hot it offset her chills.
    All at once she had shuddered, jerking and shifting under the relentless spray. For several long moments the water made love to her as she undulated beneath it. Slowly her spasms eased and she shifted back, turning the tap hotter. As the tub refilled she added another capful of bath oil. Finally she climbed out, drying herself with the fluffy new towel she had purchased just for the occasion.
    Teasingly Richard said, “Now we’ll never get you out of the tub, eh, Rachel?”
    She giggled, thinking he wasn’t far from wrong as she was already itching to experience the feeling again. But for now she was more than content to sit snuggled in her soft recliner, the headset in her ear, her hands free.
    “Do you have the rope, my love, cut and secured the way I told you?”
    “Yes.” He’d instructed her to cut two five-foot lengths of the nylon rope. She was to tie them to the legs of her bed, making loop knots at the end. While she was securing the rope to her bedframe, her pussy had moistened, pulsing lightly in her new silky panties. She had placed the ruler and the clothespins by her bedside, along with the tube of