I put the knife away (did she show a flash of disappointment?) and run my hands slowly, carefully over her buttocks.I put the knife away (did she show a flash of disappointment?) and run my hands slowly, carefully over her buttocks. Not a sexual gesture; more like an examination of the ground before some surgical operation. With one hand I steadily but firmly pry her cheeks apart. I use the middle finger of the other hand to first locate, then touch, then penetrate her tight, dry anus. A gasp is born in the woman's body but she kills it before it can reach her lips. Looking the woman in the eyes, I unsmilingly work my finger in her body, gently but steadily maneuvering until the finger is in up to the second joint. Her asshole is very tight, very dry, very hot. I wiggle the embedded finger a few times. The woman's face tries to stay cool, but her eyelids flutter and her mouth tics. *** ``Close your eyes,'' I say softly. The woman is slow. She wants somehow to see over her shoulders and back, to see my hand plun- dering her ass. ``Close your eyes, I said!'' I bark. I take my free hand from her buttocks and slap her across one breast, fast but not very hard. This is a richly symbolic ``wrong'' thing to do to a woman; she likes it very much. ``Keep your fucking eyes closed'' I warn. I remove the finger from her asshole. The woman gasps. Her eyes are squeezed tight- ly shut. For some odd reason, the nipple of the unslapped breast is now as hard as a gemstone and pokes impertinently at the thin fabric of the T-shirt. I pop the snap on the chair's canvas seatcover and slide the top- back flap down. The upper end of the back leg of the chair now stands free, a round pole of polished wood with a rounded end, about one inch in diameter. I walk to the side table, open the drawer, take out the metal container, walk back to the hanging woman. I open the tin, scoop out a healthy dollop of slippery substance with two fingers, find her asshole, and start working the slimy fingers and the Crisco into her anus. The woman makes a kind of slipped-gear noise, but keeps her eyes shut. |