X-wife

How can I have such bad luck with women? I think of this as I lay strapped into a box-like chair. My face is pressed face up into an opening in the seat of this chair. It's so snug, that it prevents any movement on my part. My bad luck began when I married a dominate woman, who lied to everyone to land me in my current predicament.

I hear female voices coming closer.

"This way Miss Hansel."

A nice young woman who works in this women's spa enters first and is followed by an older woman in her fifties. She is still got a tight figure and a pretty face. Some gray in her hair only manages to give character to her beautiful face. She must have been a knockout when she was young. I dread the next words out of the female employee.

"Just untie the back of your gown and have a seat for your anal massage. If for any reason, you don't feel any movement, just press this button."

I know the button she is referring to. The electrodes that are attached to my ballsack is directly linked to that button.

She continued, "I'll be back to set you up for a foot cleaning and massage. I see you have picked out the color of your toenails and fingernails. Great. Maurice will be in to assist you with that."

I watched as her gown opened up to reveal her naked body. Her skin looked tanned and showed a strap of pale skin across her back and her butt looked like she wore a binki in the sun because it was so pale. I saw her ass backing up to my face before it lowered to my upturned face. I felt the weight as it crushed jaw and cheeks to rest on my open mouth. My nose became wedged into her ass crack, allowing only partial air through my nose. I knew better than to dawdle, so my tongue begain licking and prodding her anus.

She was there for the full treatment, so I knew I was in for the long haul. It seems like a long time when you are suffering beneath someone's ass. I have only my x-wife to thank for this. I always dreaded her visits.