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The Meeting

Date: 7/10/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: amabarrettsub, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

on the floor, face tilted slightly to the side, breathing harshly. My muscles felt weak as I tried to shift into a more comfortable position. I felt your hand pull my shoulders up toward your chest, the other dipping down to lift behind my knees. Even now I don’t know how you had the strength when I could barely move, but you carried me back to the squashy couch, settling me down on it before walking out of sight. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, feeling like I was floating. I thought I dreamed. I could hear rain in the distance as I drifted through mist. It was soothing, just lying there with the hum of water enveloping me. The sound suddenly ceased. Sat upright, leaning against the arm of the couch, feeling a bit clearer and wondering where you had gone. I really hoped you didn’t have anything else planned, I felt like I could sl**p for days at this point. I needn’t have worried, though. You walked through a few minutes later, wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a tee, hair still damp. Obviously you had showered, which explained the water I heard. You smiled as you walked around the side of the couch, handing me a tall glass of water. I suddenly realized how dehydrated I was and took the glass from your outstretched hand, holding it in both of mine to keep it steady. You watched me drink all of it, taking the cup from my grip when I finished. “Feeling better?” I nodded. I did feel a bit steadier, but I was starting to notice a grumbling in my stomach. Apparently we ... had missed lunch. “Good. Follow me.” I stood and followed behind you, curious. With every step I could feel my skin pull slightly where our fluids had started to dry. I was conscious of the tenderness of my flesh, wincing slightly as I followed you through a pale door into a small, bright room. There was small kitchenette, with a half-sink and apartment-sized refrigerator directly opposite the door. There was a half-bar in front of them, with a few stools, and a small table in the corner. Another door on the right was cracked open, revealing a sliver of what I presumed to be your bedroom. I caught a glimpse of greens and dark wood furnishings as I walked past. You pointed to another door on the other side of the room, near the table. “Take a shower. There is an enema and a douche waiting for you, use them. Don’t forget to dry your hair afterward.” I followed to where you pointed, rolling my eyes when I was sure you couldn’t see me. Really? Dry my hair? The bathroom as small, like the room it joined, but well-furnished and still a little steamy. A built-in shelf beside the shower held fluffy towels and clothes; a soft white robe hung on a peg behind the door. I sighed softly. This shower was going to feel amazing. Nearly an hour later I stepped out of the bathroom, freshly-dried hair flowing over the shoulders of my comfortable robe, and sniffed the air appreciatively. Something smelled absolutely scrumptious and I realized just how famished I was. Walking over to table I saw ...