Harvey's Wicked Mind

As I've said before, I was deeply in love with Harvey. He fulfilled my fantasies both in and out of the bedroom; however, my deepest, most secret fantasies were the ones that he fulfilled without even having to voice them to him. He never seemed to tire of my bottom. He was always rubbing, holding, caressing, probing, and even spanking it. One day, a package arrived for him. I thought nothing of it, just something he had ordered for work, I figured. When he came home that evening, it was on the table waiting for him. He smiled when I mentioned its arrival that day. "Aren't you going to open it?" I asked.

"Later," was all he said.

We had both had a long day, so we decided to turn in early. I ran a hot bath for both of us and we enjoyed relaxing in the bubbles and steam. Before we got out of the tub, Harvey reached for me, kissed me deeply, and whispered, "go into the bedroom and bring me what's on the bed."

I got out, quickly dried off and went into the bedroom. There on the bed was what appeared to be a glass anal plug. I picked it up and carried it to him where he was still relaxing in the tub. "Get in," he ordered. I obeyed and sat with my back resting against his chest. "I bought this for you to wear. I want to think of you with this plug in your sweet ass while I'm at work everyday," he crooned in my ear.

I was somewhat shocked by this request, or should I say, demand. It didn't sound like I had a choice, but I didn't think I wanted one either. "But, I can't wear this to work. I won't be able to concentrate and people will know that it's inside of me," I whined.

"You will wear it and don't worry, you'll get used to it quickly," Harvey replied. "Bend forward for me," he said. I obeyed, as always, although our relationship wasn't one of dominance and submission. I just trusted him completely and knew that I was safe with him. Without benefit of any lubricant other than the Ivory soap we bathed with, Harvey slid the anal plug deep into my bottom.

He told me that I would sleep with it and could only take it out when I bathed or had to go to the bathroom. I was to reinsert it immediately, or have him do it if he was at home. I made up my mind that I would try to comply and we would see how things went. The plug felt wonderful. It was made of glass and warmed quickly to my body temperature. It wasn't large, so I could move and sit and walk without difficulty; however, I never forgot that it was there.

The first day, I wore a pair of thong panties underneath my regular panties to be sure it was secure. I realized that this wasn't a half-bad idea, due to the fact that I stayed wet most of the time and the extra pair of panties helped to keep my skirt from becoming damp.

When Harvey got home that first evening, he called me to him and pulled me down across his lap. He flipped up my skirt and pulled down both pairs of panties. He reached for the plug and removed it, quickly inserting two fingers into my gaping hole. "I see my little girl was obedient today," he crooned as he slid his fingers in and out of my hole. "Daddy's little girl is obedient and naughty," he continued. "Daddy has a surprise for his girl." I knew he could see how wet my pussy was and he certainly knew what the word, "Daddy," did to me.

"What's my surprise, Daddy?" I asked with anticipation.

"You'll see," was all he said.

After about 10 minutes of his finger fucking, Harvey stood me up and told me to go to the bedroom and get in bed, of course naked. I did as he requested. I started masturbating as I waited for him to join me. I got lost in my pleasure and didn't know that he was standing at the door watching until I began to climax and yelled out, "I'm cumming!"

"I can see that," he said quietly. "You started without me."

I kept my eyes on his and watched as he walked toward the bed. I'm not sure why I felt like I was a little girl who had just been caught with her fingers in the cookie jar, but I did. Harvey was carrying a small case with a handle and a latch. He placed it beside me on the bed and sat down. "What's in the box?" I asked, a bit sheepishly.

"It's your surprise," answered Harvey. He opened the box and my mouth dropped open. Inside were several implements of pleasure, at least I hoped they would bring pleasure.

Harvey opened the bedside drawer and took out a rubber sheet, a jar of Vaseline, a tube of K-Y, and one of his rectal thermometers. He placed them beside me on the bed. He then took out several of the implements from the box. First, I noticed a wooden hairbrush, then, two silk scarves, a larger glass anal plug, and a jar of suppositories.

My hand snaked back underneath the sheet to find my still wet and pulsing clit. "Don't touch yourself," Harvey said calmly, yet firmly. I obeyed.

"Give me your hands," he commanded. I obeyed and watched him wrap one of the silk scarves around them, binding them together. He pulled me to my knees by the silken ends. Then, Harvey placed the rubber sheet underneath me and spread it across the bed. He lowered me back against it. I have this thing for rubber, as he well knows, and was dripping, just lying there. "Put your feet together," he said. Again, I obeyed. Harvey used the second silk scarf to bind my ankles together. He raised my arms above my head and tied the loose ends of the scarf to the headboard. He did the same with my feet, tying them securely to the foot of the bed. Although my heart was pounding, I felt secure with him, but the anticipation was killing me.

Harvey took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed. He turned me partially on my side and opened the jar of Vaseline and the jar of suppositories. He dipped a finger in the Vaseline, spread my cheeks with one hand, and inserted a suppository into my rectum, pushing it in deeply with his finger. Then, to my surprise, he inserted a second suppository and imbedded it just as deeply as the first. Harvey took the new glass anal plug, dipped it in the Vaseline and inserted it into me to keep the suppositories from leaking out. Then, he moved me onto my back once again.

Then, Harvey did something that I love; he straddled me and inserted his engorged penis into my waiting mouth. I sucked and licked him with all of my might, wanting so badly to pull him to me, but my hands were out of commission. I was sad when he pulled his hot cock from my mouth and lips, but I wanted to know what was next. He slid down my body, stopping to suck, lick, and nibble my breasts, just enough to make me crazy hot. I started to squirm, not just because of the attention he was paying to my breasts and nipples, but because the suppositories were starting to melt and I had the urge to expel them.

"It's okay, Baby, Daddy knows," Harvey crooned in my ear. My clit started to twitch. Harvey's hand found my hard button and stroked it in deep, sensuous circles. Then his tongue replaced his fingers and I was ready to cum. I couldn't imagine why I didn't explode, but figured it was the suppositories that distracted me.

"What a naughty little girl you are," said Harvey. "Daddy wants you to wait until he gives you permission to cum. You have already played with yourself without Daddy's permission. I think you need a good spanking."

I could feel the wetness against my bottom that was pooling on the rubber sheet. He had me right on the edge. Harvey sat on the bed and rolled me as far on my side as my bindings would allow. He picked up the wooden hairbrush and took aim. Whack!

Oh, my gosh! That hurt so much! I could feel the glass anal plug vibrating within my bottom. Whack! He lowered the brush to my bottom again and again. "Daddy! Please stop! I'll be a good girl for you!" I cried. But Harvey kept pelting me with swats from the hard wooden brush. I knew my bottom was red because it certainly was on fire. Harvey spanked me about 20 times before he laid the brush near my head. When he turned me onto my back again, I could see that his cock was covered with pre-cum. Again, he straddled me and climbed up to my head. I opened my greedy mouth for him and licked and sucked him until he came in my mouth. He let out one of his famous growls, which made me orgasm on the spot.

"What a good girl you are," rasped Harvey. "You took your spanking like a big girl and then you made Daddy feel so good."

After he had recovered, Harvey untied me from the bed and carried me to the bathroom; my hands and ankles still tied. He stood me in front of the toilet and had me bend forward. Harvey removed the anal plug and sat me on the toilet to expel the suppositories and the gunk they had loosened. While I was emptying, Harvey folded some towels across the edge of the tub and on the floor. He cleaned my bottom and then stood me up and helped me kneel on the folded towels. He pushed me down onto the towels that padded the edge of the tub and coated his fingers with more Vaseline. Harvey shook down the rectal thermometer, lubricated my rectum with his fingers, and inserted the thermometer in to my rectum. He held the thermometer in place, twisting it in circles from time to time. "I want to see how hot the suppositories made your sweet ass," he explained.

I love having a cool thermometer stuck between my cheeks and I pushed my bottom out toward him. He chuckled and twirled it faster. After a few minutes, Harvey removed the thermometer, untied my ankles and wrists, stood me up, and sent me back to bed with a swat on my still sore cheeks. He was already hard again, so I knew we weren't ready to sleep. I continued to discover what else Harvey had in that wicked mind of his.