The Voyeur Stall (M/F,F, bd, rope, cons, nosex, enem)
by asstech

This is sexually explicity material.  If you don't want to or
shouldn't read such things, then don't.

Copyright 2004 by the author.



We'd had dinner, and then watched a DVD.  It was getting to be time
for each of us to retire to our respective bedrooms, so I told
Nicolette I'd show her the guest bedroom and help her get settled.

In the course of having my house remodeled a few years ago, I'd had
the bathrooms specially constructed to facilitate voyeurism.  Because
I shared the master bedroom suite with several lovers, I had choosen
to have two toilets installed, facing each other, about three feet
apart.  This naturally led to us watching each other when we went.

But that was just the tip of the iceberg.  I had had a piece of
one-way glass mounted next to the toilets, from about a foot above the
floor to a couple feet below the ceiling, which from the master
bathroom looked like a mirror.  However, a person sitting on the
toilet in the guest bathroom could clearly see the people on the
toilets in the master bathroom.

I had built a wooden frame which had two halves; the halves were
locked together around the base of the toilet in the guest bathroom,
and extending from the frame were two ankle cuffs.  Shortly after
Nicolette sat down to use the toilet, I locked the cuffs around her
legs.  I looked up at her face as I finished locking the second cuff,
and thought I saw a hint of surprise, and a hint of satisfaction.

Next, I tied her left wrist to her left knee, then her right wrist to
her right knee.  I tied a rope around her waist, and secured that rope
to four points on the walls, to prevent her waist from moving.  I tied
a rope around her just below her breasts, and tied ropes from it to
the walls as well.  I tied a rope just above her breasts, and then
tied a rope to the front of her lower breast rope, ran it over her
shoulders, and tied it in two places to the lower breast rope on her
back.  I looked at her face; she seemed to be drifted off contentedly.

I pushed a button in the wall, and two small wooden platforms, each
about 3" by 3", started slowly lowering from the ceiling.  After about
half a minute, I pulled the platforms forward and held them for
several seconds so that they would not touch Nicolette's breasts as
they continued to lower.  I let go of them as they came to rest about
six inches below her nipples.

I walked over to the closet, and got two nipple clamps which had small
weights at the end of 6" chains.  I set the first weight down on the
platform under Nicolette's right breast, and affixed the clamp to her
breast, hearing a sudden, short wimper of pain, then repeated the
procedure with the other clamp and the other breast, hearing another
whimper.  The platforms held the weights with a bit of slack in the
chain, so that she did not feel the weights.

I then went to get an enema nozzle.  I decided, tonight, to use the
nozzle that would hold fluid in her ass, but which had a drain tube
which could be opened by a computer.  There were sensors in each of
the toilets in the master bathroom so that when they were flushed, the
drain the nozzle in Nicolette's butt would open for about ten seconds,
and then fluid would slowly refill into her butt for the next minute
or so.

While I was fetching the nozzle, I heard a brief scream of pain.  It
startled me slightly, even though I had known that this would probably
happen eventually; I looked and saw that that the platform under her
left breast had dropped suddenly; the platform's drop was triggered by
Odelinda pulling some toilet paper out of the dispensor for the left
toilet in the master bathroom.  After about thirty seconds, the
platform returned to its previous location where it took the weight
off Nicollette's nipple.

I realized that Odelinda was going to flush the toilet she was using
before I had a chance to get the enema nozzle set up.  I decided this
wasn't a big deal; another user of the master bathroom would probably
go soon enough.

After hooking up the enema nozzle to the water supply and sticking it
up Nicollette's ass, I went to get the vibrator.  There were wires
embeded in the toilet seats in the master bathroom; when people sat
down on the toilets, the circuitry adjusted the voltage provided to
the vibrator wall jack in the guest bathroom.  I strapped the vibrator
onto her body, and plugged it into the wall.

I walked out, closed the door to the guest bathroom, and then wandered
around to the master bathroom, where I relieved myself.  I then walked
over to the sink to wash my hands.  The sinks for the master and guest
bathroom were back to back, and the one way glass here allowed one who
was in the master bathroom a clear view into the guest bathroom.
Nicollette looked very contented, and as I slowed to carefully look at
the rope work, and the clamps, I thought to myself that she looked
*sexy*.