We are lovingly familiar with outtakes from movies where the cast is given the opportunity to display their true characters and/or hilarious mistakes, well this is an outtake from the book. Is it funny, is it terrible, not especially, but as the book had grown to two hundred and ninety five pages, there were cuts to be made somewhere and here we are. A word of wording, this outtake is not for the faint hearted. Reader discretion is advised. There was no warning about his intentions for tonight, did he fear that I may not come if he told me, or was it simply an impromptu act? I have known for sometime that he intended to explore golden showers with me, even though the idea of swallowing urine was and still is abhorrent to me. I made my excuses before I left home this morning, it was a rushed conversation after a hearty full English breakfast and we exchanged the briefest of conversations before I closed the front door. I am letting my parents believe I am going out with the girls from work tonight. It’s a new pretence so hopefully more believable than the previous reasons for being late home I have used. After a somewhat tortuous journey in the heavy traffic from home to his home, I arrived at his house at five pm. Surprisingly I still felt upbeat even after that journey, it was a Friday after all and I was going to see Sebastian. He had just finished his night shift and when I arrived he was still dressed only in his pyjama shorts and a dressing gown, his sinewy body streaking through the gaps. He still looked somewhat sleepy, though despite his obvious tired state he pulled me to him at the front door and grabbed hold of my nipples, squeezing and twisting them through my clothes. It amazes me how he manages to find them amongst my layers of clothing, though I assumed that said clothes would not remain on my body for long. I had disturbed his sleep, but despite his obvious interest in my anatomy, there was a more pressing need, a large mug of black coffee. He carried his body at a snail’s pace in to the lounge and I leisurely walked in to the kitchen to make coffee for both of us. The kitchen was its clean, cluttered self, though at least I knew where everything was by now. The mugs were laid out on the bar and the kettle boiled within seconds, he had clearly been anticipating my arrival. I rifled through his kitchen cupboards just before leaving the room and found a packet of digestive biscuits, though no chocolate cake! I felt quite content as I settled down beside him on the sofa, his house wasn’t warm, but his body heat radiated in my direction and the coffee warmed my hands if nothing else. The house silent apart from the noise from the road outside his house and we settled in to a comfortable silence with each other. Slowly, I sipped my coffee and he gulped his down like it was the first drink he’d consumed in weeks, nothing new there. He has said in the past that gulping drinks and always going for a wee afterwards is a nurse’s habit, because you never know when you are next going to have time for either. I felt content and quite sleepy beside him, I rested my head on his shoulders just prior to him informing me that he needed to bathe, dress and cook our dinner. I shouldn’t grumble, he isn’t abandoning me, he is trying to please me. That though did not stop me feeling abandoned. He told me before leaving that dinner would be traditional English sausages and mash, with oodles of onion gravy. The caffeine hit seemed to have woken him up quickly. I wished I felt the same buzz from the coffee, but clearly it wasn’t to be. As he ascended the stairs to the bathroom, I called out to him and asked if I could sleep on his bed for a while? He barked a staccato “Yes”, I think I was delaying his plans for the evening somewhat. The bedroom door closed and I heard footsteps before the bathroom door banged loudly, startling me as I dragged my body off the sofa. As I trudged across the wooden floors, my gait slowed to a snails pace, even with the cold floor beneath my feet. I climbed the stairs and walked across the landing to hear the sound of water gushing from bath taps which emanated through a crack in the bathroom door. I closed the bedroom door carefully, shutting the sounds out. The curtains were open in the bedroom and the light through the open windows seemed blinding to me. It was accompanied by the sound of screeching from an irate magpie. I shut the window and closed the curtains, desperate to shut out both the light and the noise from the bird. The room felt cold even after I closed the window though now considerably darker, the blackout curtains were truly effective. Taking a few steps backwards, I lay down, and rolled over to my side of the bed, something though stopped me. I sat up on the bed and looked down to find a rectangular satin covered cream coloured box, no bigger than a sheet of writing paper, had been laid on my side of the bed. The box adorned with a black velvet ribbon, tied in the middle with a bow and in the midst of it all, a black gift tag looped through the velvet. I looked at the box and thought is this for me, or was that too presumptuous? I felt excited by the prospect of opening this box and the sleepiness I had felt quickly abated. I looked at the long black rectangular tag, “Victoria, all my love, Sebastian.” So I was right to be excited, the question was what was inside, a toy, chocolates or clothing? I wondered for a moment, should I wait for Sebastian to get out the bath, but no he left it there for me to open alone, he didn’t give it to me in person. His knot skills come in handy in even the most mundane of situations. As I gently pulled on the bow the ribbon simply fell away from the box. I lifted the lid by just a fraction and tried to peak through the gap, I though couldn’t see the contents. Instead in my impatience I simply pulled the lid off revealing its contents. Inside was a black lacy panelled strapless bodice with suspenders, under wired of course. It was beautiful and so unexpected. Also inside the box was a plain black g-string, along with lacy topped black stockings. Emanating from the box was the scent of roses which came from numerous scented beads. I had bathed before I left home, shaved in all the right areas, the obligatory deodorant had been applied and of course numerous puffs of perfume on my neck and wrists. Without any hesitation I stripped my clothes off at lightening pace and threw them on the floor beside the bed. You would have to think that I was on heat! I picked up the g-string and stepped in to it carefully so as not to damage the fine straps. Whilst slipping in to it I felt something itching inside me, I dismissed the ‘itch’ and carried on dressing, the bodice felt lovely on and the stockings were the final touch. Walking across his bedroom floor I wished that my six inch heels were with me, it really would have completed the look. I turned around in front of the mirror to admire the look, damn, the labels were still attached and I had no scissors to cut them off. Too late to worry about that now though, I had to be content with my appearance as it was. I felt sure he would though appreciate the presentation. I strode back towards the bed with a renewed confidence in my new sexy lingerie, feeling as they say a million dollars. I sealed the box and folded my clothes away tidily in a bedside draw. That was something I needed, a draw here of my own. That thought made me pause for a moment and do the proverbial double take. A draw of my own, what was I thinking, did that say ‘steady relationship’. I quickly put the thought out of my head and lay down on the bed thinking what would be the best way to present myself to him and then it came to me, pretend I hadn’t seen it. With the velvet ribbon I bound the box back up as best I could and put it back on my side of the bed. I rolled over to his side and wriggled under the duvet, whilst trying not to disturb the suspenders and stockings. Nothing looks worse than dangling suspenders and slipped stocking tops. I lay in bed pretending to be asleep whilst waiting for him, not knowing how much time had passed and not knowing how long he would be. I couldn’t hear the noises from the bathroom, so I tried to go to sleep by counting sheep, but I kept losing track. The bedroom door opened, I heard his bare feet pad across the carpet and seconds later Sebastian sat down on the edge of the bed, the bedstead creaking as it took his weight. I did not move, I felt him slip underneath the duvet and the draft of warm air seemed to flow his body to mine. He lay beside me, our bodies touching, warming my already hot body. I felt his hand slide down my curves from my breast, across my waist, before his hand rested on a large sphere of flesh he would call my “bum.” He uttered no words of appreciation and made no sounds, though I felt him push himself in to the crack of my ass, I knew he appreciated my body beside him. The cloud of sexual tension between us descended upon me like a fog enveloping my every being. He whispered in to my ears, “Do you like your clothes Victoria?” I replied “Yes Sir, it was such a pleasant surprise. I hope I did not do anything wrong by opening the box… I wanted to surprise you when finished your bath.” He told me to get out of bed, stand facing towards him and then bend over. I pulled the duvet back, slipped out of bed and stood up straight. He reminded me that he wanted me to bend over as he wished to admire the view of my cleavage ensconced in the lingerie. I stood there for a few minutes longer before sneaking a peak at his face, judging by his facial expressions he certainly seemed to be content with my appearance. This display came to an abrupt halt, in a stern voice he told me to strip. I carefully removed my clothes and folded them, placing them carefully on the bedside cabinet. I stood still, staring down at the floor, awaiting his next command. Sebastian simply said, “Bed! You can put your presents back on for dinner.” In a hazy state I returned to the bed, lay on my side and pushed my hands behind my back. I did not know what would happen next and there were no distinctive rattles to give away his intentions, though I imagined he came prepared. I welcomed the feeling as he attached leather cuffs to both my left and right wrist. Sebastian joined the two cuffs together with a short length of rope and then looped the rope through the bars of the bedstead. I felt him pulling on the rope and my wrists followed the tug of the rope towards the headboard, this created some tension in my shoulders, adding to my rapidly increasing excitement. I felt secretly pleased, I love bondage! I felt his body pull away from me and he slid off the bed. I heard the wardrobe door open, hearing various clanking, tapping and bangs before I felt his body bounce back on to the bed and lay beside me. There was a heavy silence between us and his next action would surely make any communication one way. He told me to lift my head up and open my mouth, I closed my eyes in anticipation of what may come next. I felt his hands travel under my neck and come around the front of my mouth where I felt the feeling of cold metal inside. It was the metal O ring gag which he secured using the leather strap and buckle behind my head. His tone became firmer, but still quiet as he said, “Open your legs, wide.” I wondered what he had planned, was he going to touch me, would he use a vibrator inside of me? I did not have to wait long before I felt two of his fingers slide inside of me, they squelched around inside, displaying my arousal in a way I still find humiliating and he whispered in my ear, “Dirty girl.” As much as I enjoyed his touch, it did not last for long. He removed his fingers from inside me and wiped them around inside my mouth. That bitter distinctive taste and overpowering smell of my arousal only served to increase my desire. My legs were still in the air and wide open, my thighs getting weary from this position, though he had not yet finished. His hand went back between my thighs and I felt something very cold lightly touch the inside of me. At the time, I assumed it was the conical butt plug, though my guess was incorrect and I did not have long to wait to find out what it actually was. He pulled it out swiftly, telling me to keep my legs open and to roll away further away from him, on to my side. I barely felt it depart my insides before it pushed against my anus. I knew I had to relax because I definitely knew that if I didn’t, this could hurt. I still assumed it was a butt plug, but he told me it was an anal hook. I attempted to relax, but still I tensed and the deeper it went, the more uncomfortable it became. Sebastian told me to not to tense up, my body went limp and I stretched out on the bed as much as I could given my arm binding. I felt him touch my hands, my arms, making sure that they didn’t feel too cold. He leant close up against me and his crotch pushed again my crack for a moment. I felt the hook moving gently inside of me, almost rotating. I felt some firm tugs as I heard the whistle of rope running through his fingers. I felt my arms being gently tugged and I just knew he was binding the rope from the hook to the rope on the bedstead. I felt the hook moving inside of me, I knew he was yanking on the rope. It moved with a rhythm that aroused me further and Sebastian asked me if I wanted my vibrator. I did my best to acknowledge the request through the gag and the saliva drooling from the corner of my mouth. He did not acknowledge my garbled speech and instead I ended up nodding my head in a renewed attempt to convey my message. He said to me, “Later.” I sighed under my breath, hoping he didn’t hear me. My needs weren’t fading and in fact went in to overdrive as he tugged and twisted on my nipples. He kept a firm hold of one nipple as he slapped my backside, I jumped and simultaneously cried out as the movement tugged hard on my nipple, yanked my shoulders and the hook pulled deeper into my ass. The slaps became more frequent and turned in to a hard spanking, which he interspersed with random tugs of the rope connected to the anal hook. I felt arousal and discomfort simultaneously. I tried to talk to him, but my mumbles made no sense. He edged around the side of the bed, until he was on my side, facing me. He approached my face and went to whisper in my ear, but instead bit down gently on the top of my earlobe. As if he read my mind, Sebastian whispered in to my ear, “I will remove the hook when you have pleasured me and then I will consider your pleasure.” On his knees, I watched as he leant over my back. I heard the rope glide through the metal headboard seconds before my arms began to slacken. My shoulders were stiff, they were aching and it took me a moment before they were entirely free to move. I hoped he would remove the gag as the saliva was overflowing on to my breasts. I felt the tug on the anal hook and for the briefest of moments I believed he might be removing it, instead I felt the tug and heard the distinctive whooshing noise as the rope pulled free. I sat up as best I could, the saliva continued to drip down on to my chest. Sebastian sat up beside me and wiped the saliva off my chest and held me close. I felt comforted, but still felt on edge, what did he have planned for me next. Sebastian began to caress my breasts gently, squeezing my left and right nipple simultaneously. Even the gentlest of squeezes ran deep down inside. I don’t know what changed, but the mood became serious very quickly. He stared at my breasts and fearing his intentions I tried to speak up, but could not express the words with the gag in my mouth. The inevitable happened and his hand smacked down hard, striking my erect nipple. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, but I felt stunned for the briefest of moments before he smacked my other breast with the same force. I cried out, but the gag subdued my cries and then he stopped. I thought to myself, have I done something wrong? He slid off the edge of the bed and walked towards the bedroom door, opening it, I watched him walk out. I stroked my still stinging breasts, not knowing how long he would be and seconds later I heard the distinct call of my name, “Victoria.” He only needed to call my name once. I hesitated for a moment and crawled off the bed slowly, conscious of the dribbles now landing on the floor. I walked across the landing with much trepidation, the bathroom door was open and he stood stiffly beside the bath. I walked in to the bathroom, looked at his face, he seemed on edge, though certain in his expectations as he told me to get in to the bath. I slowly complied, my body shivering at the prospect of what may come next. In a tense and impatient voice he told me, “Kneel in the bath and look up at the ceiling.” I glanced at Sebastian, he was holding himself, and I knew in the instant what he was about to do. I stood in the bath, knelt down and looked up. He edged closer to the bath and closing my eyes, I knew what would come next. No more delays, I felt it, the warmth and an almost stickiness as his urine sprayed over my face. The warmth of the liquid was quite odd, especially when sprayed on to the skin and the taste is certainly a bitter pill to swallow. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t, I was stuck rigid in the bath and his wee began to trickle in to my mouth. I wanted to spit, but couldn’t because of the gag, not that he would have allowed me to anyway. As the flow increased I began to choke. Despite the choking, I was also swallowing and the more I swallowed the more I wanted to vomit. My retching did not deter him and I began to wonder when would it end, suddenly it stopped, though I still continued to retch and heave. I opened my eyes; he was shaking himself, shaking the residual drips on to my body. I felt like a toilet, I felt humiliated, I needed a bath. More than that though, I was dripping and I so needed to be pleasured.