DestructiveCriticism

The Curious Kitty

2011-05-16T20:50:00.002-05:00

She followed the directions that she had received in the pervy email... no doubt her lover was trying his hand at some kind of "secret admirer" roleplay, wanting to be the “mysterious stranger” and have them meet at a new and different place this evening for some lovemaking.
She arrived at the remote address... a lone 2 story building off of some desolate country road. Maybe it originally had been a country store and butcher shop for the small town she had driven through 7 or so miles ago, but it didn't look like it had been open for business in months.
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"Could this be right?"
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No other vehicles were visible outside, but there was a garage-type door on the side, so maybe he had parked inside? Trying the front door, she discovered it was locked. Leaning close to the store front window, she placed her hand above her eyes like doing a military salute as she tried to peek inside, but she could see nothing but blackness. She made her way around the building, trying to peer in every window she came across, but either it was completely dark inside or there was some kind of black shiny coating over every window.
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“Hello!” she shouted as she rapped on the dark glass door. A rumbling sound began immediately as the heavy metal garage door around the other side of the shop began to raise.
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“Oh, someone IS home.”
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She scurries to the opened garage door as it continues to go up. The waning evening light entered the open garage and she was able to make out that it was a rather small room with what looked like smooth metal walls and various hooks and poles up over head and several drains in the floor. The sound started again and the garage door suddenly began to lower. Scanning the interior of the dark garage, her eyes catch a faint glimpse of what looked like the outline of the interior door that should allow her access into this building.
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Moving as quickly as she could in her sluttiest high heels, she stepped inside, ducking slightly to avoid bumping her head on the garage door that continued to lower, and then closed heavily against he concrete floor, plunging her into to complete darkness.
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She blinked her eyes in the pitch black space, put her hands out blindly in front of her and began to feel her way along the cool smooth metal walls towards where she recalled seeing the outline of a door.
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Fumbling with the frame of the door, she traced along it’s perimeter but found no door knob or handle.
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Oh, that's just GREAT!
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She tried to pull the door open with her fingers, then alternatively, put both hands on the door and gave it a good shove and it seemed to give a little.
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Oh, well here goes nothing.
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She felt around the perimeter of the door in the dark once more, then put her shoulder against it... then carefully stepped back, held her breath and lunched against it with all her might.
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>>click<<
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The door swung open freely and she burst into a small dimly lit room, and with her full head of steam, stumbled over a metal stool that stood alone in the center of the room as the door slammed securely behind her. Except of the lone metal stool, the room was otherwise bare.
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Another door with out any visible handle was on the far end of this room, so she thought (hoped) this is a way out. This is weird, she thought. “Remove your clothes and place them on the stool” a voice stated in a very “as a matter fact” kind of tone. Things had gotten too weird and she darted across the room and tried to force the other door open. She went to the far door and tried it. The door was locked.
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”
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“Who are you?”
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool”
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“If I don’t?”
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”
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She noticed that the voice did not waiver at all and that it had repeated the message verbatim several times... most likely just a recording.
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Obviously this was some sort of electronic message and didn’t respond to questions. It was also quite persistent in its message.
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“I know it’s you... and this isn’t funny!”

For the next several minutes, she tried pounding the doors, and pleading with the recorded message that repeated every 20 seconds or so, thinking it was her boyfriend.

She took her phone out of her purse but it had no signal in this metal box of a room. How quickly her options dwindled.
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“Knock it off you jerk, this isn’t funny anymore!”

“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool”
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“Alright alright, Goddamit!”

With her eyes beginning to well-up with a combination of anger and humiliation, she stepped out of her high heels, her pantyhosed feet feeling the coolness of the metal floor. She unfastened her slacks and let them drop to the floor as she unbuttoned her blouse. Hastily she folded her pants and top together and placed them neatly on the stool, stepped back into her heels and then put her hands on her hips, standing there in tacky tan pantyhose, black heels and a lacey purple bra.
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“Well?!?”
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”

Was someone watching? Couldn’t they see she was practically naked?
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Her boyfriend LOVED to see her wearing hosiery, heels and a lacey bra... if this was some stunt he was pulling to do something kinky, he CERTAINLY wouldn’t have her remove the slutty Hooter’s style pantyhose.
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The concerted effort to resist panicking caused a change in her countenance and a subtle look of dread washed over her face.

“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”

Slowly, she unfastened her bra, exposing her ample breasts which immediately got goosebumps when exposed to the cool air in the metal room.
Laying her bra onto the neat little pile of clothing, she then slipped her heels off and pushed her hosiery down below her knees, then stepped out of them, wadding the heels and hosiery together and balancing it precariously atop her other garments.
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Several uneasy seconds passed as her mind raced, trying to take a moment to process that, if it wasn’t her boyfriend that had choreographed this entire meeting, then she is being held captive by a complete strang...
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>>click<<

She recognized the sound as being the bolt that releases the next door to open.
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Grabbing her pile of clothes, she took a step towards the door, but then heard anther >>click<< as the door’s bolt re-engaged.
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“Remove your clothes and place them on the stool.”

Rolling her eyes, still wanting desperately to believe her boyfriend was somehow still involved in this game, and fighting the growing realization that he might not be, she placed her clothes back on the metal stool, then turned obediently to face the door.

>>click<<

Rather than proceed to the exit door, she suddenly bolted to the door that she had entered this room through, hoping it also had unlocked. Her fingers tried to grip at the narrow crease in the wall, trying to pry the door open, hoping to get back to the dark garage where at least she was one room closer to freedom.
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While struggling to open the door, she heard 2 sharp buzzing tones that sounded like the consequence when a game show contestant gives the wrong answer.
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Two seconds later a humming sound began and her feet got a tingling sensation from the floor.

Quickly, shuffling from one foot to the other, she continued to fight with the door, but the tingling was growing more intense, growing from tingling to stinging as the humming became louder.

“ALRIGHT!!!”

She bounded and hopped naked across the energized floor and much to her relief, pushed right through the opposite door and entered the next room.
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This room was well lit with cool white marble walls, but the same metal kind of floor that she now knew could dispense punishment.
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In the center of the room was a shiny chrome reclining exam chair with stirrups spread wide over a large dark hole in the floor.
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“Take your position.”

“Enough is enough! What is going on here?!”
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“Take your position.”

She crossed her arms defiantly.
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The familiar 2 sharp buzzes sounded, which she now knew preceded the floor becoming energized. Her eyes darted around the room for a split second, then she used the remaining 1.5 seconds to bound up into the examination chair.

“Take your position.”

Cautiously, she rested her legs in the stirrups as she gripped the arms of the chair, bracing herself to lift herself off of the small metal seat if it started to shock her.
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She sat there, poised and tense for what seemed like several minutes, becoming acutely aware of her breathing being rapid shallow pants. She felt embarrassment as her warm moist pussy lips were pressed against the tiny cold metal seat. The intense cooling sensation was surprisingly pleasurable, given her awkward position and predicament.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to center herself and think clearly.
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>>SHUNT<<

Rigid clamps flipped from the arm rests and stirrups, locking her wrists and ankles to the apparatus. She pulled furiously, but quickly realized she could really hurt herself struggling with these rigid restraints.

The small seat dropped away, leaving her fanny and kitty suspended over the dark hole that was in the floor beneath her and there were various whirring and humming sounds as something mechanical began to move beneath her.
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She thrashed around a bit, struggling to lean forward and see what was coming next, and only caught a glimpse of the oversized enema nozzle glistening with lubricant that elevated itself and was perfectly aligned with her quivering anus.
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The word “Help” silently was mouthed, but she made no sound as the large phallus of an enema nozzle glistening with lubricant quickly rose and pressed against her tightly puckered anus.
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Easy... EASY!!!

She arched herself as best she could, trying to lift her fanny up off of the enema nozzle, but within several minutes, she began to tire... her ass resting on the nozzle, then slowly, as she weakened, she lowered herself more until the oversized plug was eased inside of her.

There was a cool sensation as the large bore steel enema nozzle was seated all the way inside of her. She didn’t cramp or even feel pain... in fact, she felt somewhat numb.
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“The lubricant must be some sort of anesthetizing liquid. Thank heavens!”

Over the course of what seemed like an hour, she was filled to capacity through the nozzle, then drained through the nozzle, then filled again at least 10 humiliating more times, each time seemingly with more liquid than the time before. Her tummy noticeably swelled with each filling, feeling like her insides were being stretched. After her final draining, she felt a subtle vibration in the large nozzle, then a click as it sounded like something detached and quickly descended into the large opening beneath her.

She wanted to feel relief, but the “full” sensation in her bumm had not subsided.

>>SHUNT<<

The clamps that had immobilized her wrists and ankles now snapped open and she clumsily climbed out of the chair, legs numb.

It was uncomfortable to stand up straight and her hands both immediately reached down between her legs, one in front and one in back, and she was horrified to discover what felt like a large metal collar or tube of some kind was inside of her rectum, holding it open.

Her fingers frantically felt around, touching and feeling how the cold steel collar tube in her bumm was imbedded about half an inch inside of her.

She clenched down her sphincter as her fingers felt inside of her.
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There was only a mild sensation of flexing as she tried to clench with all her might. The numbing lubricant obviously was preventing her from being able to control her muscles. Her fingers reached inside of the stretched opening, it felt to be maybe 2 inches inside diameter and the inside of the metal tube had groves, which must have allowed it to screw into and connect with that nozzle that dropped away.

“Open the drawer and get dressed.”
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She opened the drawer next to the stirrup bed and saw shiny black rubber.

“No way! No Fucking Way! What the Hell do you think you're doing to me!?!”
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“Open the drawer and get dressed.”

That incessant voice was really getting annoying.
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The cool metallic floor beneath her bare feet reminded her of the plight she was now in.

She pulled the thing from the drawer. It was rubber full body suit, all 1 piece, like a catsuit. But that is where the simple similarity ended.

The thing had 2 monster plugs inside. The rear one was hollow with thin walls. The front plug appeared to have layers. There was an inner section of soft, black foam rubber and a solid outer shell with little nubs and ribs on its surface. Both had little electrical contacts in the base.
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Both were well lubricated.
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She hesitated a moment but knew she was licked. As long as she worked through the maze of tasks, maybe...
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just maybe
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freedom waited on the far end…
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she hoped.

She had worn hosiery for her lover before, even taking it a step further with a lycra catsuit, but the it was less taboo... merely like a leotard and tights from the 80’s jazzercise age. This was thick rubber suit was nothing like that.
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It’s texture... it was like an alien skin taking her over.

She worked her feet into each of the legs, then pulled and worked the thick latex up her shapely legs.

When the suit was up to her thighs, she felt the tips of the 2 enormous plugs bump up against her pussy lips and inside of her wide open ass.
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Beginning to sweat from the stress and exertion, she heaved the tight rubber suit up over her hips and as the narrow waist slipped into place the two intruders pushed deep into her body.

She actually felt a faint thrill as the front one pushed hard inside her and little nubs inside the suit raked against her clit while the length inside of her bumped and pressed against her g-spot.
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She pulled the breast cups of the suit up and they were open. This peek-a-boo corset had rigid holes through which to see her breasts, but the holes seemed too small her boobs to come through, so they basically smashed her as she tried to comfortably position it.
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“Pull your breasts through the openings.”

The voice startled her, as she had been struggling in silence with the suit for almost 10 minutes, the only sound being her breathing and the occasional squeaking of the rubber suit.

Now, with an understanding of how the suit was designed to be worn, she wrestled with the rigid rubber, reached inside, gripped and managed to align her nipples with the openings in the corset, and pulled and tugged her breast, working back and forth between each one until enough of her boobs were protruding through the 2 openings that she was able to get hold of them and pull them completely through.

The rubber openings were tight around the base of her breasts, causing her boobs to bulge slightly through the tight orifices.
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All the tugging and rough-handling of her breasts had caused then to blood to rush to them.

Her nipples were clearly erect and her engorged breasts were swollen and red from all the attention.
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The corset fit much more snuggly as she worked her arms down the long sleeves of the rubber catsuit. She hadn’t noticed before, but the ends of the sleeves were like the ends of the stockings.
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There were no individual fingers... just like putting her arm in a pair of pantyhose.

With both arms in, she shrugged the top of the suit up over her shoulders and clumsily felt around with the attached hood.
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Pulling it over her head, it had an oval opening for her face.
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The shiny black rubber completely covering her hair and most of her forehead, temples, cheeks and chin.

Only her eyes, nose and mouth remained uncovered.

Her sheathed hands felt behind her shoulders and located the suit’s zipper and she struggled and tugged at it until it pulled all the way up, sealing her inside.
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She heard the door latch >>click<<

While obediently walking to the next room, she looked down at her shiny black reflection from the metallic floor, and a warm tingling sensation of sexual power surged through her.
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“Damn, I look GOOD in this!” she mused, eyeing how the rubber was clinging to her curves, how her breasts bulged and stood out proudly.

The next room she entered was dark except for 3 spot lights shining down on 3 objects: a stool, a black rubber inflatable mattress and another one of those metal stirrup exam chairs over an opening in the floor... but not nearly as ominous as the prior apparatus, and there were no restraints on this one.

Off to the side was a large leather armchair, set deep in the shadows of the room.

A pile of shiny black rubber sat on the stool in the light in the center of the room.
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It was as if the rubber was the center of some fetishist art display.

“Get dressed, my pet.”

The command seemed warmer now,
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more soothing.

She looked around to see where the command came from, but she was alone... but knew the consequence of failing to obey.
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She picked up the first item.
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She held a pair of thick black latex stockings.

She was already accustomed to layers of hosiery she had worn for her lover... liking how the thin layers of sheer material work to tease him.
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How the slick texture felt as his tongue traced her body from her toe tips to her hips and back down again.

“Get dressed, my pet.”

Snapping back from her little day dream, she sat on the stool and slowly pulled the latex stockings up her already rubber encased legs.
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She was surprised how the thin film of lubricant inside of the latex stockings allowed then to slide up her rubberized legs, leaving no wrinkles at all.
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The sensation of the second layer of latex was warm and tight, how it firmly caressed her legs...
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it was quite pleasant.

While dressing, she became aware of a very faint humming of the dildo and plug imbedded deep inside of her and from the nubbed hood pressed against her clit.

It was difficult to focus on dressing herself as the oversized toys hummed gently inside of her, but eventually, she finished with the stockings.

“Get dressed, my pet.”
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The next item looked like a pair of rubber bike shorts, but with 2 openings in the crotch with obviously correlated with the dildo and plug that continued to vibrate inside of her.

She pulled them on over the stockings and the shorts’ legs locked the stockings in place nicely, the lubricant in the shorts being the same that was in the stockings, which contained an adhesive.
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I’m certain she would have paused a little longer, had she known that her latex encasement was going to be a long-term commitment.

“Get dressed, my pet.”

She took up the short sleeve shirt that sat on the pile. Nothing too unusual, just a black rubber t-shirt with small nipple “peek.a.boo” holes.
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She pulled it over her head and carefully positioned it over her bulging breasts so that her hard nipples remained exposed.

The shirt was like shrinkwrap on her,
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sealing itself to her,
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covering the suit’s zipper on her back and encircling and squeezing her breasts tightly as the adhesive sealed against her nicely without her knowledge.

Gloves followed the shorts, long opera-length shiny black latex gloves that reached up to her armpits and covered the arms of the black t-shirt.
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They had the same blunt ends like her rubber stockigns, rather than individual fingers, and she was reluctant to push her arms into them,
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concerned with the lack of dexterity that she would have while wearing them.
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Wondering if she would be able to reach the zipper and get out of this outfit, should the opportunity arise.

She felt the rubber encasing her arms and warming the skin, then was completely encased in latex from head to toes, except for her pretty face and erect nipples.

She slowly probed her situation and discovered the rubber both subdued and amplified her sensations as she touched herself.

There was a certain erotic appeal to the numb sensation of being layered beneath the latex that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

She wanted nothing more than to continue to caress herself, to create more stimulation, to take a break from the hours and hours of being ordered around by “the voice.”
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“Rest, my pet.”

This soothing command caused her to sigh with relief and for the first time in hours, she was beginning to feel a little bit more comfortable.

Her rubber skin squeaked as she slinked onto the rubber mattress.
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Her hands caressed her face and groped between her legs, and tried clumsily to tweak her painfully erect nipples.

She put pressure on the nubbed hod that covered her clit and it began to vibrate and warm.

Her plug and dildo also came to life, now humming and whirring with more intensity.

She rolled to her side with both hands between her as an orgasm sneaked up on her, but then as suddenly as everything has started, it all stopped.
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For what seemed like hours, she groped and caressed herself, but without the vibration of the toys and clit stimulator, she could not give herself enough stimulation through those thick layers of rubber, to achieve and orgasm.
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Either from exhaustion or frustration, she eventually nodded off to sleep.
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My poor pet.

When she awoke, sitting atop the stool was a cool bottle of water and what looked like a kind of pudding in a tube-like package that seemed like something astronauts would have taken while in a weightless environment.

After drinking the water and consuming the pudding that was actually quite good, the tingling of the toys began.
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She spent the better part of the morning writhing on the rubber mattress
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trying to focus on the sensations she was feeling
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trying to concentrate and will the embers of sexual pleasure to roar into an orgasmic flame that would consume her...
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but each time she felt herself approaching the point of now return...
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the sensation from the toys would fade
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leaving her masturbating furiously to try and finish the task off herself...
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but it always ended the same way.
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My poor pet.

The cycle continued through the day.

She seemed to be more comfortable in the body suit and had tried, while lying on the mattress, to feel for the zipper,
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then tried to pull the shirt off of herself
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tried to find the seam where the long gloves were attached to the t-shirt
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but obviously was unable to remove anything.

There was a moment, I saw it in her eyes, when she realized that everything was bonded together and, just like the room that she was in, she would be unable to escape her latex encasement until she was released.

This discovery both sent a panic through her mind but then she had a thrill shiver deep inside her as she realized how erotic the situation was becoming.
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Now the things in her ass and her pussy would vibrate randomly, bringing a new sensation to her experience but never enough to finish the job.

Then came the command...
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“Take your enema, my pet.”

The toys ceased all vibrations.

She lay motionless on the mattress for a moment.

“Take your enema, my pet.”
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She rolled her eyes, then sat up on the edge of the mattress, which forced her plug and dildo more deeply into her body, sending a wave of pleasure through her body that caused her to noticeably shudder.

Her hands grasped at her exposed nipples and pulled at them furiously as she gyrated on the edge of the mattress,
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feeling the building intensity beginning to warm inside of her from the extremely deep penetration.

“Take your enema, my pet.”

Her eyes closed, she defiantly ignored the command.
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Her rubber-coated feet planted firmly on the floor as she gyrated, coming close to achieving an orgasm.

Two sharp warning buzzes sounded, but she smiled and continued her unauthorized masturbating.
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That familiar humming sound started, but her rubber body was insulated, so there was no unpleasant tingling in her rubberized feet
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There was however, a buzzing in her kitty and ass from the toys that obviously were wired.
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For a moment, and only a moment, it was erotic and the sudden sensation almost pushed her over the edge
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but her smile quickly faded as she realized how the tingling can quickly increase to a buzzing... and then a downright painful stinging.

Her eyes opened and she stood up obediently, and the sound and buzzing stopped.

“Take your enema, my pet.”

She sauntered over to the stirrup chair and plopped down, sulking like a child.

“Take your enema, my pet.”

She joylessly spread her legs and placed them in the stirrups and leaned back for the humiliating procedure.

Once her legs were spread nicely, the pleasurable humming of the toys began again.
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She spasmed, surprised to get a reward for spreading her legs, but immediately closed her eyes and relaxed.
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The familiar whirring from beneath her began as the nozzle was elevated to her waiting ass, and an accompanying one paired with it, rose and connected to the dildo in her puss.

Once both were securely connected, the pleasure to her clit became intense as the warm fluid flowed into her ass and the dildo in her kitty pulsed and swelled.
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She had enjoyed anal play with her lover and had given herself enemas for cleanliness, but had never enjoyed or really thought of them as an intense sexual activity.

“Mmmmm”
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Her body arched in the chair over the next hour-and-a-half as 1 quart of fluid filled her, then was drawn out, then 1.5 quarts, then a little more and a little more each time.
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Her bowels being so full pressed on her bladder and she relieved herself, all of which was channeled by the rubber nubbed hood that cupped her clit and encased her vulva.

The “full” sensation was like nothing she’d felt before and it worked harmoniously with the vibrating of her clit and the rhythmic swelling and pulsing of the dildo deep inside of her.
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She was powerless to resist her body being worked and stretched, filled and emptied, all she could do was find pleasure in this bizarre treatment, find purpose in what was happening to her. She was now being referred to as a “pet” and had been so for now what... a couple of days?

Once the last enema of the day was complete and almost 3 quarts were drained from her, the toys all stopped and the nozzle tubes connected to her arse and kitty disconnected and dropped unceremoniously into the opening in the floor.

It was like withdrawal
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having the sensory overload of being over-stimulated and filled to capacity...
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then to now have no stimulation and just feeling... empty.

As she sat up and got out of the stirrup chair, she was surprised to notice another bottle of water and container of “pudding” where placed on the stool, waiting for her.

During her erotic treatment in the chair, she was completely oblivious as to what else was going on in the room...

completely unaware who had brought her dinner
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who was taking care of her and showing her these bizarre pleasures that she now found herself yearning for.

“Rest, my pet.”

She lied down on the mattress, sipped her water and consumed the pudding, all the while the toys inside of her gently purred and pleasured her.
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She drifted off into a lazy sleep, having dreams of her boyfriend revealing himself to be her captor, they held each other and vowed to continue to explore the boundaries of pleasure and never ever return to “vanilla” lovemaking again.

Days passed or maybe they were weeks.
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Her existence was to masturbate and be teased closer and closer to orgasms, but never rewarded with the mind-blowing cumming that she craved more and more each day.

Her obedience was rewarded with pleasure.
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her taking larger and larger volume enemas was rewarded with pleasure and the tone of the commands seemed to be soothing to her.

She tried to catch a glimpse of who was placing her meals in the room, but never saw anyone in the vacant chair...
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only occasionally catching a whiff of a vaguely familiar cologne...
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or maybe it was her imagination.

The cycles continued over and over,
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her purpose... being pleasured and being a pet, would have seemed ridiculous weeks ago, when she was busy with 12 hour work days to please unpleasant people day in and day out...
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but now... in her new reality
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it all was as it felt it should be.

>>click<<

She sat up suddenly, looking at the door, not wanting to leave her comfortable existence.

Processed by the FED

2009-11-29T09:31:00.003-06:00

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And so it begins.

2009-06-25T01:57:00.004-05:00

“I… I’m nervous” she says timidly.
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“You should be” I say, as I buckle the leather bit gag into place, pulling it deep into her mouth to silence any subsequent running commentary.
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She was wearing hosiery, all dressed up for a night of dinner, drinks then a bit of fetish fun… but I was unable to resist her, and they came off within a matter of moments of checking in to the motel room. Pantyhose might have protected her creamy skin from rope burns and marks from the silk sashes tightly around her ankles and wrists, and maybe have prevented the leather quirt from leaving “love marks” upon her tender hiney… but we’ll have to test that theory on our next session.
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She’s sitting on the bed, and I slip the black satin blindfold in place. She helps me to adjust it until it is just perfect. Not wanting to give her much time to ponder her predicament or entertain the notion of backing out… I quickly nudge her to the center of the bed and have her lie down comfortably on her tummy.
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I lean close to her ear, breathing in deeply, smelling her hair “Hands behind your back lover, give them to me, Now.” One hand came back immediately… and I sensed a little apprehension as she rested her left hand on the small of her back. I gently wrapped the red silk sash around her right wrist, then encircled her left writs, careful not to cinch her arms too tightly together, since she was going to be in this position for quite a while.
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Spread your legs love, too late to be shy now.
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She obediently opens herself to me, her ankles reaching down to the far corners of the bed where 2 additional red satin sashes are waiting. I secure her ankles at the corners of the mattress, holding her legs wide apart. I cannot help but to look at her smooth, freshly-shaved pussy, my cock throbs, eager to push and probe inside.
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I sit on the bed next to her, call-up “The Romantic Collection” on my I-pod’s album selection menu, press “play,” then slip the earphones onto her head.
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“Are you comfortable, my pet?” I say in a conversational tone.
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[No response]
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She’s mine now...
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completely helpless...
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isolated from the rest of the world...
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and vulnerable...
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just the way I crave her to be for me.
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The plug said “medium” and it’s girth seemed appropriate. I have no doubt she could handle larger, but it wasn’t my objective tonight to stretch her sweet spot... just to help her to become used to having me... or something else, inside.
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The drops of “Astroglyde” trickled down the shaft of the butt plug...
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coating it...
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preparing it to be nestled in the most wonderful of places.

She remained motionless as I placed the tip of the toy on her puckered bumm, but began squirming as the plug began to sink into her ass.

Maybe as a distraction, or maybe because I couldn’t help myself, I leaned down and began to kiss on her sweet cheeks. Her moan almost startled me, breaking the silence in the room. My teeth clamp down on her tender fanny as I push another inch of her new toy into her ass.
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Her hips gyrate and the plug sinks all the way in and I feel her rosebud clamp around the base of the plug, holding it tightly in place...
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all to the intoxicating sounds of her moans and gagged whimpers.
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“Mmmm, lovely” I say outloud as I admire my handwork... smiling as she continues her gyrations...
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oblivious to anything I say...
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lost in her own dark and music-filled world of bondage and deviant delights.
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Taking up the whip, I eye her pale bumm… her alabaster cheeks and the base of the black plug nestled between them are striking... but as I draw the quirt across my body, preparing to unleash a backhand on her soft flesh, I cannot hide the smile growing on my face, or the erection straining towards my pleasure pet.
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>>SNICKT<< . . . The quirt is just a short braided leather whip, only a couple of feet long, the West’s version of a riding crop.
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It as only two long leather tails that do all of it’s talking. . . . .

>>SNICKT<<

>>SNICKT<<
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Her whimpers excite me. . . . .

>>SNICKT<<

>>SNICKT<<

[her toes curl] . . . . . . .
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Welts immediately streak across her reddening bumm, raised and white for a moment… then settling to a bright red to match the silk sashes binding her wrists on the small of her back. . . . . .
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During our lovemaking with the whip, her hands open and close occasionally, but never try to reach down and cover her cheeks or shield them from the bites of the leather.

“Impressive” [raising an eyebrow]

>>SNICKT<<

>>SNICKT<<

>>SNICKT<<

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On the most intense of swats, I see the base of her anal plug sink further into her bumm, pulled deeper by her clenching of her ass.

>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<

My lash purposely strikes the base of the plug and her hiney sways slowly from side to side.
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Even bound and immobilized, she finds ways to taunt and tease me.

>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<

>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<

Her bumm looks like it is on fire! I step closer and place a cool hand on her red cheek…
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. . . . the heat is incredible.

“Oh lover, what are you doing to me?”

She moans and shivers as my hand soothes her tortured ass. . .
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I feel goosebumps form and can’t help but smile down at my pet

>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<

She twitches a bit, clearly not quite braced for that last round of swats.
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Even my eyes are smiling.

>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<

A part of me wants her to cry out. . . I want her to know that I can break her and take her out of her comfort zone, if it pleases me. . .
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but the lash only draws moans, whimpers and squirms from her.

I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

>>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<< >>SNICKT<<

My hand caresses her cheeks again, rubbing some of the sting from them. . .
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then, as she gyrates her hiney a bit, my fingers press the base of the toy, sinking the plug deeper into her ass.

My fingers reach down and rub her swollen pussy. . . the satin smooth lips fall open for me and I am surprised at how wet she is.
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“Oh, my.”
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[she stifles a giggle]
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My fingers sink into her wet velvety puss hungrily, probing and feeling her from the inside.

I can feel how the plug in her bumm presses against flesh separating my two favorite places and I can’t help but push and gyrate my fingers into her, smiling wildly as the base of the plug in her ass reacts.
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I gather my fingers together and smoothly but firmly, ease my hand into her dripping cunt, my face flushes red at how open and welcoming her body is for me. . . . . Her hips come alive and begin to grind against my as I lay beside her on the bed, one hand buried inside of her as my other pushes her anal pacifier deeper, both holes filled completely, as I continue to stir her insides. . .
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My erection is so hard, it’s painful. . .
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and I just can’t decide where I want to be. . .
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Do I burry myself in her deliciously soaked puss?
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Do I pull her anal plug and replace it with my dick?

Decisions. . . decisions.

Sin.
DC

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2009-03-05T10:51:00.002-06:00

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Fire and Ice for the Holidays

2008-12-23T18:19:00.004-06:00

She whimpers… unsure of my intentions.

Completely naked, except for the satin blindfold and oversized ballgag held in her beautiful lips, she is on all fours on my oversized coffee table. I can tell she can see a little bit, despite the blindfold, her subtle head movements give it away. The room is completely dark, devoid of any light, except the tiny tea-light candle I hold in the palm of my left hand.

“Wicked Game” plays as I circle her, my bare feet moving silently on the floor as the flickering flame seems to cause shadows to leap and reach for her body.

[leaning close, I whisper into her left ear] “You want something, don’t you?”

I place my ice-filled highball glass against her left hip, condensation clings to her skin and begins to trickle down her thigh.

Her head turns to the left and she nods slowly… maybe even utters another muffled whimper. She knows those sounds she makes while gagged drive me insane, she does it on purpose… no doubt about it.

I move behind her, trailing the cold glass back over her left cheek, briefly nestling into the cleft of her bumm, the cold against her naughty bits causes her to spasm just a bit, then I continue to move the frigid glass over her right cheek, then to her right hip.

[leaning close, now I whisper into her right ear] “Where do you want me?”

Sweat from my highball glass tickles down the outside of her right thigh as her head now turns to the right and I think I see a smile with that huge ballgag filling her mouth. She wags her bumm subtly, naughtily… so vulnerable in this position… she excites me so much I can barely control myself. I take the glass from her skin and in a sweeping motion, pass the candle beneath her horizontal body. The light and shadow play across the walls and even the ceiling is indescribable, and as the heat licks up at her bellybutton, she sucks in both her tummy and a quick breath… and freezes.

I smile at the irony… the ice makes her hot… but the flame caused her to freeze… completely freeze. Her head is still cocked to the right, but now there’s no hiney shaking and teasing… now she’s not entirely sure what is about to happen.

I move the candle out from beneath her and bring it up close to my face, my lips close… so close to her right ear... “Lover…

[I place the cold highball glass right at her tailbone… balanced precariously atop those haunches… it causes her to arch and shudder suddenly and the glass shakes and sloshes… the ice chips clinking around]

… you’re going to have to beg.”

She seems to relax a bit, perhaps liking the thought of begging for what she knows I am dying to give her, feeling like she has a bit of control over her situation… but her reprieve is short-lived.

I pass the candle beneath her, lingering momentarily near her right breast… the flame’s heat instantly licking at her nipple and I feel her entire body tense... she inhales sharply, despite the gag in her mouth and I think was about to cry out.

My right hand, no longer holding the highball glass, but still terribly cold, is instantly on her right breast, kneading it roughly in my cold, wet hand… then tugging down mercilessly at her nipple… her arms momentarily wobble and I imagine beneath the black satin blindfold, her eyes flutter.

Maybe she’s pondering her decision to sneak away from her life and come to my home tonight.

[my hand comes away from her breast, then begins to work at the buckle holding her gag in place]

Maybe she’s wondering if I’m going to hurt her in ways she’s not entirely comfortable with.

[I release the gag and with a wet kissing sound, it falls from her inviting mouth]

[her lip quivers… her head still cocked to the right… then she speaks without permission] “The glass of ice… sooo cold… it burns”

Condensation running down the side of the glass has pooled nicely on her backside and with every breath, with every movement… the ever growing little puddle of chilled water threatens to surrender to gravity and trickle down between her ass cheeks, wetting her rosette and chilling her kitty nicely.

I lean in close to her right ear again… but this time… hissing “Yessssss.”

I reach and take the highball glass, replacing it with the tea light candle, setting it carefully at her tailbone… hot wax pooling around the base of the wick… it’s only a matter of time until it spills over the edge of the candle and drips.

I don’t think she knows what I’ve done… I’m quite certain that her body was bit numb from the highball glass… I doubt she’s aware the candle is even resting on her… or that she’s only a >twitch<>spasm< away from the surprise and sting of the hot wax

“Open up love, I have something for you.”

Your mouth opens obediently and I roughly push inside… your head moves against me, meeting my every thrust… the cold glass and burning candle continue to balance on your backside… but as my thrusting continues to be more forceful… it is only a matter of time.

“Steady love… steady… or you’ll make me cum”

Clearly… you take that as a challenge and begin to move and gyrate more fervently. You take me all the way inside, the sounds of your sucking me begin to drown out the music playing… you are soooo good at what you do.

I look down and see the hot wax rolling around at the wick’s base… about to slosh out any second. To seal my fate, I lean down and whisper into your ear “Mmmm, I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

You move suddenly… too suddenly… perhaps to gain some leverage, maybe to just slightly adjust your position to better accommodate me in your mouth, but I see the wax lap up over the edge of the candle and spill onto your skin. It’s hot… no doubt about it… I’m sure it burns… just a little. You stop sucking, and there is a gagged whimper… but it’s alright lover… I’ll finish your work for you. I close my eyes and place my hands behind your head as my body flies past the point of no return. My last few violent thrusts into your defenseless mouth cause more of the hot wax to slosh out and splatter on to your backside and I see your fingers have curled, as if trying to claw at the soft pine wood of the coffee table you are being violated upon.

I push deep into your mouth, then freeze… holding… stretching the instant… then to the sound of your muffled cries and whimpers, my cock erupts… my mind reels as I empty myself into you… and you consume me… totally… completely… absolutely.

Bent For The Holidays

2008-11-29T15:11:00.002-06:00

Bent

Predator, prey and pet

2008-11-25T19:33:00.003-06:00

I watched her from my window, I’d been home the better part of the workday, another “sickday.”

[the corners of my mouth turn up just a bit]

“sick”

[I shake my head slightly, not liking the term at all… “sick” implies weakness, vulnerability, I don’t fancy myself as either.

She approaches my house from the side, her car… no where to be seen out front… probably around the corner somewhere.

She goes around back… but before I lost sight of her, I believe I sensed a bit of apprehension, a slight… hesitation as she made one last glance behind her.

Maybe it wasn’t hesitation at all, maybe she was just making sure to cover her tracks, to make sure no one had seen.

I hear the door open…slowly

then quietly close.

She’s inside now, my territory, my playing field, yet again, I have the home-field advantage.

It’s playing out almost too easily

[shaking my head].

“Never pursue something into it’s own den no matter how timid, weak or submissive you think the potential prey seems.”

Maybe that was the hesitation I had sensed, maybe she knew she was crossing a line, breaking a rule.

She’s no rookie, no clumsy newbie… she’s tough, this one… no doubt about it.

Why was this one pursing me so…

eagerly,

hungrily,

recklessly?

[head still shaking]

Based upon the series of emails we’d exchanged, she’d expected me to be home alone. Probably surprised when she drove by and she did not see my car, but rather than leave… curiosity got the best of her.

[stifled laugh] “I’ll say”

She’d made the block, then approached on foot, probably planning on having a “scene” ready to shock me or something when I would come home later.

[head still shaking]

I move silently through the house towards her, knowing every creaky board in the hardwoods to avoid.

My breathing is slow, deep, controlled.

Her perfume hits me… and without even thinking, I stop in my tracks, close my eyes and take it in… savoring her scent.

My eyes open as I hear her rustling in the master bedroom, rooting through the dresser, armoire and nightstands… probably looking for evidence of the sorts of things I’ve “confessed” online to her that I’m interested… the sorts of things we’ve had pervy chats about and things that have come up in our little “cyber sessions.”

I come up behind her, almost wishing she’d spun around…

I just wanted to see that look in her eyes…

that look that registers everytime…

when the mighty predator realizes they’ve become prey.

Her scent is intoxicating, her dress, black, tasteful, professional, a fitted black button-up blouse, pencil skirt to the knees, black fishnet hosiery, clearly worn on purpose… to remind me of the naughty “French Maid” costume banter we’ve shared online… and probably thigh-highs rather than pantyhose… maybe the signature uniform of a Domme, according to some “alternative” dress code somewhere. Her heels, a little higher than practical for office wear, but then again, her best work clearly was not performed in an office setting, clearly those shoes have a different purpose altogether.

I raise the battery-powered gadget in my left hand. My eyes leave her shapely body and glanced down at the shiny little electrodes on the tazer… they seemed eager to nip at her supple flesh.

I roll my eyes as I hear you say,

"Ahhhh, you naughty fella, what is a good boy like you doing with such naughty toys?"

You bend over, retrieving what must be a few items that caught your eye, then you stand, clutching your prizes to your chest, eyes probably closed in anticipation of the pleasure you know they can bring you…

or perhaps you’re pondering torturing me with them

you breathe in deeply...

completely oblivious as I place the zapper against your right buttock and squeeze the trigger.

[ZZZZAAAPPPP]

You're immediately unconscious and go limp, collapsing right into my waiting arms, like a woman in and old Bogart movie, swooning after a train station kiss.

All too easy.

I scoop you up, looking at your face, beautiful…

still…

smiling.

and even after the bite of the tazer… still smiling.

Though unconscious, you still are clutching the “toys."

[*smirk*] “Girls and their toys.”

Carrying you in my arms like a new groom does his bride, I move through my house and enter the guest bedroom that so obviously is used for storage.

The room has a number of boxes stacked up, some winter clothes hanging in the closet, a single- sized pillow-topped mattress on the floor me with another leaning against the wall, then several other mattresses leaning lazily against the walls.

Gently and carefully, I place you on the mattress, position your hands down by your side, then place the toys on the floor nearby.

It’s a soft mattress, so it sags in the middle a bit, allowing your body to sink in, enveloping you a little.

You look so peaceful…

I want you to be comfortable.

Tugging roughly at the buttons of your blouse, releasing them from top to bottom, I cannot stifle a smile at seeing your black, satin bra doing its best to contain your breasts. The black material over your white skin is captivating, like a masterful charcoal sketch,

black and white - but full of life and passion,

the absence of other colors in no way diminishes the image.

I snake one hand beneath you, behind your back and pull you towards me, to sit you up. Your face nestles against my chest, beneath my chin as I work to peel your shirt from you.

Your breathing is shallow and warm, rhythmic against my chest. Soothing

I lie you back down and again, my eyes take you in.

“Ooops, appears we lost a shoe!”

Undoubtedly, one of your “fuck-me-pumps” dropped from your foot as I carried you in here.

The asymmetry bothers me, so I kneel down, taking your left ankle into my hand while I ease your other shoe off.

In my firm grip, I can feel the tone of your leg,

“You must work out… clearly you take care of yourself.”

I lay your shoe down, but continue holding your ankle, then my hand works up towards your knee. The sheer, nylon barrier between my hand and your leg teases me…

the texture entices me to…

making me crave the smooth flesh beneath.

“Damn you are a tease, even when you’re not even trying!”

I lean over you, snake my right hand beneath your bumm, and find your skirt’s zipper. Your skirt unzips, but I remain there, over you, one hand beneath you, the other, supporting me. Our bodies like this, so close, it makes me smile and I close my eyes and breathe deeply again, now the perfume, is mixing nicely with the natural smell of your body.

An intoxicating combination.

I return to the foot of the mattress and slide the skirt down over your shapely hips, down your sexy legs, then off over your feet.

[smiling]

“I KNEW the fishnets were stockings!”

The garter and panties are black satin, just like your bra, a more beautiful image I cannot imagine.

I kneel beside you and place my right hand against the crotch of your panties. Wet, warm, just like I imagined. My fingers snake inside of the satin, touching your moist lips,

[raising an eyebrow]

“My! How wet you are.”

Hooking my now soaked fingers around the satin material, in a backhand motion, I tear them from your privates.

Smooth, glistening, wet… just like the satin that was covering your puss just a moment ago.

Your head lulls from one side to the other and I hear a *whimper*

[a shudder moves through me]

How could she have known exactly what I wanted to hear?

[examining the toys you found]

A vibrating dildo, a vibrating butt plug and a large leather plug gag.

“Excellent selection… I love a gal that knows what she likes.”

Taking the gag, I lean close to you, my fingers gently trace the outline of your lips. Though still quite unconscious, they seem to “purse” a bit, as if you were dreaming of some Prince Charming giving a kiss to wake his Sleeping Beauty.

Instead, your lips are met with the large leather plug gag.

As I push it into your mouth, I swear you voluntarily opened wider for me. Maybe you were used to having large things fill that precious mouth

that warm, inviting place.

Cradling your head in my hand, I pass the leather straps behind, mindful of your hair, and buckle the gag securely.

[now eyeing the “toys”]

the butt plug is next.

I put my hand between your knees, then lift your right leg a bit, pulling and lifting it towards me, giving me access to your cooch. I touch the wet lips of your puss, using the tip of the plug to rub and smear your juices from front to back.

Just your position, lying on your back, has managed to cause the fluids flowing from you to work their way towards your backside.

Hardly any effort at all is needed to ease the plug up into your moist snatch, your body has lubricated it nicely for me.

[your head turns, and I hear *whimpers* through the gag]

[shiver]

“The gag even makes your whimpers sound more sexy. Fascinating.”

I withdraw the plug from you puss, looking at it, warm, wet, slick from your juices.

I close my eyes and inhale, bringing it to my lips.

The smell is as delicious as the taste…

Familiar,

faintly familiar,

sweet

The moment… stretched for I don’t know how many seconds

heaven… pure heaven.

I open my eyes slowly, then place the plug at its final destination, pressing it firmly between your cheeks.

I push a bit more, then crack a smile as I feel your muscles clench down.

“Oh, sweet girl, there is nothing you have that I cannot take… nothing you can resist me.”

In one fluid motion, the butt plug is pushed inside of you, filling your bumm. You emit a moan, muffled through the gag… probably the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.

[throb]

Your puss now longs for more attention, relaxed from the brief attention from the butt plug, relaxed and wet

ready for something else.

I lower your leg back to the mattress, knee bent, thigh at probably a 45 degree angle to the other. The dildo is somewhat flexible, a little large, but I know you’re up to the task.

Gently, I probe you with it.

It explores your lips and folds, becoming more slick each time it traces the path from your clit to where the butt plug is nestled.

My other hand rests just below your belly button, right where the front of the garter belt passes.

[smiling… enjoying the simultaneous feel of satin and your skin]

Without any conscious thought, my thumb begins to trace small circles around your clit, trying to avoid direct contact, but bumping against it “incidentally” as it continues to go round and round,

continuing to bump against it as the dildo begins to slip inside of you… just a bit.

Then back out

More bumping of the clit… in fact, it’s pretty much escalated into rubbing,

Definitely done… intentionally

deliberately,

purposefully.

The dildo sinks into your puss,

It’s hypnotizing to watch as it slides so deeply into you, then out, then back in.

a “money shot” Definitely.

“Where the heck is my cell phone camera?”

I push the dildo one last time, up inside of you, feeling it press against your cervix, filling you completely.

Holding it in place, I twist the bases of both “toys,” turning them on.

The humming is audible and I can feel the coursing through your body as I reposition your legs together.

Thighs together…

knees together…

ankles together.

Tightly together to help keep these “toys” right where I put them.

I lean down to your ankles, pick up the black satin panties that had been torn from you earlier.

They are cool now… soaked… sweet.

Using your torn satin panties, I wrap them around your ankles, then cinch them together tightly.

Your toes wiggle a bit, possibly from a dream, possibly from the sensations from the vibrators whirring away inside of you, maybe some of both.

Kneeling beside you, I’m in awe.

Somehow, the features and contours of your face have been made more beautiful by the large gag now held in your mouth,

how your mouth is opened so wide.

Beautiful.

The black rectangular leather panel of the large leather plug gag covers your mouth and pouty, red lips. I hear more moans and muffled *whimpers* coming from you now. Your eyes have begun to flutter occasionally.

Again, maybe it’s the sensations from the vibrators inside of you,

maybe it’s just you stirring to consciousness.

The black leather gag compliments the black satin bra, garter belt and stockings quite nicely. I couldn’t have selected a more perfect outfit for you… not even if I had scripted this whole encounter.

Its like we were made to collide, you and I.

Thinking of your breasts in the black satin causes my hand to involuntarily reach for them. I gently cup your left breast, sliding my hand gently around the satin barrier between us. I can feel your nipple beneath the layer of slick, black material. My finger tips pinch lightly, getting mostly satin,

then again… with more pressure

then again… with still more pressure,

*Success*

[another muffled *whimper*]

I tweak your nipple beneath the satin, holding it firmly between my thumb and the side of my index finger. Slightly twisting, then tugging a bit, pulling, adjusting my grip… tugging more, like I am trying to pull you closer…

wondering if you were awake, would arch your back and move your breast closer to me to ease the tugs so as not to stretch your nipple so…

or would you try to squirm away from me, resulting in a tougher “tug?”

I release your nip, then rub it a bit, then pat it gently like a child’s head, before tucking ‘em into bed.

I place both arms by your sides, then stand up, enjoying the view as I tower over your body. The sounds of the vibrators almost drown out the occasional whimpers and moans that make it past your gag. A smile snakes across my face as I lean over and touch the mattress that's leaning against the wall... then tip it over and lower it gently on top of you.

Sandwiched between the two soft pillow mattresses,

Nestled in a warm and comfy place, I imagine you’re still smiling.

There is a subtle bulge in the middle of the mattress, but for the most part, nothing suspicious at all. Gravity pulls the outer edges of the top mattress down so that they are resting flat against the bottom mattress. Looking like a sandwich with nothing on it.

With just a bit of twine, I tie the handles on the sides of the top mattress to the handles on the sides of the bottom mattress, cinching them together even tighter. The vibrators are still audible, but just barely.

There is another sound now probably much louder than the prior moans and whimpers…

but muffled… definitely muffled.

Through the gag…

through the mattress…

those might be screams.

I have to hold my breath and close my eyes to hear them.

Maybe they’re cries of pleasure… maybe

[a smile sneaks across my face as I feel her approach me]

“Master, Why were you so gentle with her?”

She comes into my peripheral vision, covered head to toe in a black latex catsuit, the only openings were for her eyes, nose and mouth… definitely for her mouth.

Without even looking over my shoulder, I reply…

“Because she wanted it rough, my pet… because she wanted it rough.”

“Come here, let me have a look at you.”

My rubber-clad “doll” teeters towards me on new heels, the very shoes our latest guest had so generously… contributed. I notice them and raise an eyebrow.

“You know… she’ll be wanting those back… eventually.”

My pet slinks onto the stacked mattresses, her smile noticeably bigger as she positions herself right in the center of the mattresses, right above my latest… “catch” giggling because the vibrations of the mattress beneath tickle her.

“I’m horny” she says, parting her latex coated thighs to reveal that the crotch of her outfit had no openings, only 2 rubber “sleeves”… each seven or so inches in length that she had already tucked up into her undoubtedly sopping wet “lovelies.”

She giggles as she fingers and probes her rubberized openings… rubber on rubber. The “squeaking” sounds she utters are almost indistinguishable from the “squeaking” of the rubber contacting rubber, making playing with herself blend wonderfully with the humming of the vibrators and muffled cries… probably of passion [*smiles*]
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"You have my permission to continue pleasuring yourself… because you were going to ask, right?”

[raising an eyebrow at her]

My pet hungrily deep-throats her rubber-coated fingers, wetting them thoroughly in her mouth, then inserting them greedily into both of her other two latex-lined openings.

Occasionally, the mattress beneath my pet “bucks” a bit… that seems to make her masturbate more feverishly. I can’t help but smile as I hear my pet giggle and squeak.

I head to the study and take a seat in front of my computer, knowing she’ll busy herself for hours in there until she nods off. I’m sure the latest “catch” won’t mind the company.

I login to check my yahoo mail.

[>>: "FateTrain, you have another message from WildKitty%*+\?@yahoo.com"<<] I reply to her email, sending the familiar story about me being new to the whole Domme/subbie “lifestyle,” being timid and whatnot

[it’s like fresh blood… they are drawn to it… and cannot help themselves.]

[cannot deny their predatory nature, their predatory… “need”]

I make comments about my family being out of town for a while, being home alone and wanting so desperately to experience something mind-blowing, you know, something “kinky”… before I lose my nerve and/or my family returns from their trip and it’s back to “Vanillaville.”

This latest one has wanted to make contact, but clearly doesn’t want to move too quickly, not wanting to scare me away or freak me out.

Yes… I’ve been so shy, saying I’m afraid to take the next step, not wanting to meet in person… not waning to share much in the way of “personal information.”

I then click "send," on the message, knowing full well that the signature block on THIS email contains my full name and street address, even though the body of the message says I am too afraid to disclose it… but how I “wish” that I could.

How would she interpret this “slip-up?” Most likely, in the same way as those that came before her…. as a sloppy mistake from someone she imagines is a soon-to-be-web-subbie that needed to be “taught a lesson” about this or that.

Dommes… they have that ability to zone in on what you want from them, what you want for yourself.

They pay attention to detail, look for patterns, look for weaknesses.

Predators they are… God Damn wolves… or Fucking Wildcats… lovely, beautiful… but predatory animals nonetheless. So much more delicious to trap than the typical game… especially this latest one, yes… delicious alright. Abso-fuckin-lutely.

I then call the moving company, telling Juan that there are a couple of mattresses he can haul away and sell to the highest bidder… but if he doesn't come to collect them until Saturday morning, then there will probably be a couple more to collect.

Sin.

contribution from candy

2008-11-12T16:16:00.002-06:00

Reflections from Subspace

[A daydream contribution by candy]

I don’t know how much, if any of this will make sense to you, as it has taken me years to make sense of the confusion that was my life for so, so long. Thinking back to what was 12yrs ago last August, I married DC after knowing him while growing up. We didn’t really date, you know... like most couples do... it was just, well... like we met as youngsters and were always in each others lives… in some shape, form or fashion, but we were always “connected”... always. I just knew we were meant to be together forever. He asked me to marry him out of the blue and I eagerly accepted his proposal.

Now, I was a bit of wild-child growing up and He had been what my parents had warned me was a “fast mover.” I was no virgin, but I had never lived with a boyfriend nor had any wild and crazy years where my libido was in overdrive, making me want to hump every fella that came along. In college, I had some other girl friends that were big into partying and sleeping around, but, for whatever reason, I had not been blessed with the uncanny ability to have multiple orgasms at the drop of a hat, not back then. In fact, quite the opposite was true.

Based upon my conversations with my college sorority roomies, and their vivid descriptions of their numerous and sometimes bizarre sexcapades, it became blatantly obvious to me that I had never had an orgasm. Intercourse felt good, but it honestly was not something I needed, it just didn’t make me react and respond like it seemed to do for my friends or college boyfriend(s). Maybe I had some sort of chemical imbalance back then, maybe I was lost and struggling to find my path, but when I inherited my fortune from my late grandfather, I found myself pushed me over the edge into a downward spiral of “directionlessness” if there is such a word. My inheritance meant I didn’t need to complete my education and certainly never needed to work a day in my life, but this financial freedom did little to liberate my spirits or give me focus. In fact, without my parents pushing me to obtain an education and become some career-minded drone, I was even more lost and without direction. But all of that changed when DC made me his wife and I found my true purpose... my true calling in life... to be the perfect “pleasure pet” of a wife.

Well, now that I was newly married, having a husband to fondle and enjoy me every night was new and (ahem) “different” to say the least, but hell... I didn’t have any sort of real frame of reference to compare DC to, right? All my other short-term relationships had been doomed to failure and there was no real commitment, certainly nothing as grandiose as marriage. Anyways, being bound and determined not to fail at my wifely duties, I accepted his affection in whatever way, shape or form He delivered it to me. “Anything He wants” was to be my mantra.

On our honeymoon, I was tipsy with champagne as we left the reception and headed to our hotel suite. I was so in love, I wanted to seduce him right there in the car. As He drove, I pulled my dress up a bit and began fidgeting beneath it, tying to unfasten my garter from my pearly white bridal stockings. DC… without ever looking from the road, asked me in a voice I hadn’t heard from him before, deep and guttural

“What are you doing, my pet.”

I wanted to blow his mind, so I told him I was going to take off my stockings because I didn’t want anything… not even some thin, sheer nylon, to be between us when we made love together tonight, for the first time.

He took his eyes from the road for a moment and locked them onto me… kept them locked to mine for a long moment, but somehow the car never crept from our lane. He asked me in that same deep and deadly serious voice “That’s something you want, yes?”

I nodded my head emphatically and continued reaching beneath my dress to slip out of my hosiery, then He simply stated

“Then that is why you’ll keep them on.”

I froze, completely puzzled, searching his eyes for some inkling that He was kidding… but there was none. I looked away, then saw that his gaze returned to the road.

He wanted me to wear pearly white stockings that I’d worn during the ceremony, to bed? I hadn’t figured him for a leg or hosiery kind of fetish fella… I mean, I’d heard of such things, but it didn’t fit. It wasn’t clear to me for quite sometime that it was the “denying me things I wanted” that motivated him, not me simply wearing what He told me to. I was a little embarrassed, not so much for him wanting me to wear the hosiery to bed, but for being so aroused that He spoke to me in that way, ordering me to do something. I had never had anyone talk to me like that and I was afraid that I liked it… too much.

I our hotel’s honeymoon suite master bathroom, I undressed in front of the mirror, eyeing my body’s curves and lines… knowing His eyes and hands would be upon me soon. I knew He would be pleased… not because of my mere physical appearance, but because I was His.

Totally, utterly, completely, absolutely His to enjoy.

Wearing the thigh-highs, looking at myself in the mirror, the white nylon sort of gave me a “slutty angel” look. I giggled, enjoying the prospect of being slutty for Him. I rationalized to myself that maybe this kind of little kink was common amongst lovers in the “real world” and I didn’t want to seem weirdly naïve and sheltered, nor a prude, so I threw caution to the wind and, feeling a little tingly inside, and pretty giddy too, I decided, “Anything He wants.”

Our lovemaking was intense… that’s the best way to describe it. I don’t know that we spoke at all for hours. Why speak when there are soooo many other ways to express your feelings, your commitment, your devotion?

We fucked like animals and He felt me from the inside. I orgasmed my first time, then a second time we came together… his eyes looked into mine and his hands held my face so I couldn’t look away as be both spasmed together. I had never seen or felt anything like it before… like it was a promise that we made in that stretched instant, like we saw each others souls and shared something, gave the most important part of ourselves to the other to carry and nurture.

Yes… I kept the stockings on. DC introduced me to anal sex, I kept the stockings on. DC put his cock in my mouth, I kept the stockings on, DC came on my face and in my hair (dammit), I kept the stockings on. In the morning, after waking up in the sticky, wet spot, I went to potty, then to shower, but DC walked in on me and insisted I not undress... so I kept the stockings on. I was surprised and puzzled by his apparent fascination with me in my hosiery, but it was attention and affection, pure and sincere, his love for me… unconditional… so I convinced myself it wasn’t anything too deviant and reminded myself, “Anything He wants.”

In the months following our wedding and honeymoon, there was a constant and ever-growing presence of... what I will call “kinky” elements to DC’s nightly sexual routine with me. The stocking episode on our honeymoon slowly, but steadily progressed to me wearing thigh highs beneath my clothes during the day, it was like hours and hours of foreplay… even while we were apart, then… when He returned home in the evening, He would undress me, removing everything except for the hosiery I was now required to wear for Him, and eagerly touch and caress my legs and feet... rubbing everything from his tongue to his cock on them. The material between us… the thin barrier, made me crave to feel his body upon my bare skin. Made me burn for his flesh to melt against mine. The hosiery between us was a wicked little sort of sensory deprivation that addicted me to His touch, even if it was through hosiery.

I’d heard the term “hand job” before, and knew what playing “footsie” was, but within 6 months of our marriage, I was eagerly getting pantyhosed “foot-fucks”, sliding his erect cock against the soles of my nylon-coated feet, My feet worked Him tirelessly… all the while I was masturbating for Him, then when we came together. We had unlocked the keys to my orgasms, I was a lucky woman. He would cum on my tootsies while I wiggled and curled them in the hosiery during my orgasms, of course. At the time, I certainly did not know what a fetish was, and, while it didn’t feel quite “normal,” to me at first, there was nothing inherently wrong or bad about what He had me doing. He purchased the finest hosiery for me, silk stockings, Wolford pantyhose, I had a Victoria’s Secret platinum card and was not afraid to use it. “Anything He wants.”

I didn’t even raise an eyebrow when He requested me slide on a pair of silk stockings over my Wolford pantyhose... guys think more is better, right? I’m a good girl and follow orders well. Night after night, the layers of hosiery got thicker and thicker... and then it wasn’t just pantyhose, but we progressed to body stockings. “Anything He wants.”

He kept me covered in hosiery for Him… arms and legs, hands and feet, beneath it all… I was on fire for Him. It became more and more difficult for me to feel him against me. I was obsessed with him, enthusiastically stroking him, begging him to remove my gag so I could feel him in my mouth, begging him to allow me to feel Him inside of me, skin in skin. I learned to focus intently, when He touched me, but it was now taking considerable effort to achieve orgasms, due to the decreased sensation from the layers of nylon, but we did it… He was patient with me and, though I was often sore, the little bit of sensation He allowed me beneath those layers was always more than enough to send me over the edge… eventually, sometimes hours of manipulation, but the rewards were sweet… and DC loves sweet candy… of that there is no doubt. He was turning me into His pantyhose-encased plaything and I was wildly aroused by being so used, so pleasured, so loved. “Anything He wants.”

After being married for 1 year, He had me wearing body stockings in our home during the day, so I pretty much no longer left our estate while dressed like that all day. Soon, He began requesting that I pull several pairs of stockings over my head and run up to the bedroom when I heard His convertible returning to the garage at night. Sure I figured I looked like a cat burglar... but “anything He wants,” right?

Within a short time, DC discovered various internet sites that made custom-fitted full-body stockings. These had attached hoods, some with eye holes, most without out, some with a mouth hole, some with crotch zippers. I suppose He spent a small fortune on me... maybe He had invested in spandex... I don’t know, but trapped beneath those layers and layers of thick, slick lycra, my body was insatiable and, the more lost I became in my total encasement, the more and more time I spent touching and rubbing myself… desperate for Him to return home and help finish me off. I was the perfect wife. I spent hours caressing, petting and massaging myself, waiting for him. I was His perfect lover and we were the perfect couple.

I’ll be honest with you, I had difficulty dressing appropriately for DC, as trying to slip into more than a dozen skin tight body stockings is no easy task. As the layers build, I can barely hear, I am blind as a bat and unable to feel much with my clumsy nylon-coated fingers to even operate the zippers to get in or out of my 2^nd through 12^th skin. Not wanting to disappoint my soul mate by him coming home some evening and me not being dressed appropriately for Him, I voiced as much to DC and, His remedy was simple, He dressed me.

The following morning, he bathed me in a milk and honey bath, washed my hair, brushed and dried it, giving attention to every bit of me from head to toe… I felt shy being naked in front of him, it was like too much of a good thing… sensory overload. I needed him to dress me, encase me in those bodystockings, embrace me with the lycra from head to toe… completely… absolutely. It was nice to be so pampered, to have my loving husband dote over me those mornings, ensuring I was exactly as He wanted me to be. “Anything He wants.”

The first layer of body stockings was a custom suit that had a puffy stuffed plug that goes into my mouth like a spandex cock gag. Then, DC put me in so many layers I literally lost count! Our daily ritual was for him let me enjoy myself all day long, then He would come home and enjoy me. It was that simple… that pure. “Anything He wants.”

Well, DC began to encase me so heavily that I was barely able to move from the bed all day long, to get a drink, remove some layers for fresh air or even eat. The sensation when I touched myself was so slight, that though I tried all day… I was unable to orgasm at all. I was officially flustered and frustrated. When I felt DC return to bed that night, I tried to speak through my soaked gag and tell him, in muffled sobs, that I no longer wanted to be His lycra love doll, that I wanted to feel His skin against mine and for Him to free me immediately!

THAT’S what I told him I wanted, what I wanted more than anything, to be free and unrestrained.

Silence was all I recall hearing, and for the first time with DC, I was afraid I was failing as a wife and that my selfish hang-ups with performing my wifely responsibilities was going to displease Him so much, that He may no longer want me.

I did not hear or see him move closer to me, but the silence was broken by him hissing into my ear

“That’s something you want, yes?”

Beneath the lycra hood, my eyes blinked in their darkness, being taken all the way back to our honeymoon.

I nodded my head instinctively, thinking I knew exactly what He would say next.

Rather then hearing him speak, I felt Him push me back onto the bed… Hard. Rolling my helpless body over onto my tummy and pulling my wrists together roughly behind my back. I felt pressure on my wrist, pressure pulling or pushing them together tightly, then I felt my legs being grabbed violently. I slipped around on my tummy trying to wriggle away as I felt the same pressure around both of my ankles... felt them being cinched tightly together, then the same pressure around my knees.

Then silence… stillness.

I felt alone now, but wasn’t certain he had left me, wasn’t certain he had gone.

Face down on the bed, with great difficulty, I rolled over onto my back, listened intently, trying to hear any sign that He was still there… maybe watching me squirm and struggle. I tried to scoot over to edge of the bed and sit up.

Suddenly, DC was on me again and this time, after He flipped me back onto my tummy, He pulled my bound ankles up until I felt them contact my hands and He tightly secured my ankles to my wrists. I was hogtied and helpless and utterly disoriented, as DC had never touched me in any manner other than his customary soft, kind, gentle and caring caress.

Now, on the brink of hysteria and being so helpless and man-handled, deep in my tummy there began a tingling sensation, like a faint ember that barely glows, but flickers brighter when I exhale onto it. This ember seemed to kindle a heat in my crotch that I’d never felt before. Though my juices had been flowing earlier from my daily self-pleasure routine,” my pussy began to quiver and moisten and my juices began to soak through the layers of lycra, flowing again. With each squirm and wriggle, that ember began to pulse brighter and hotter, my puss continued to sizzle in it’s own juices! I was afraid I was about to loose control of myself, as I was distinctly aware of thick hot juices leaking from my nylon-covered cunt, but I couldn’t stop gyrating against my bonds. My eyes, having been beneath layers of lycra all day, were beginning to hallucinate, like I was dreaming while I was awake. I could see myself writhing on the bed while my husband looked on lovingly. “Anything He wants!”

Oh... I was possessed! I could now just barely feel my husbands hands caressing my body through the thick layers of slick material, but I could fell the love and desire in His touch and, in my frenzied state, I committed myself then and there to be His bondage lycra love doll for ever and ever! Mmmm, the instant I came to the realization that I would most likely be bound in various bodystockings for the rest of my life, my pussy began to quiver and my body began to convulse! My breathing came is gasps through the soaked lycra dildo gag that had been stuffed in my mouth for more than 12hours, and my first bondage-induced orgasm poured into and through me like hot honey, filling every inch and spilling out of every orifice of my body, leaving me feeling thick and sticky from head to toe.

My mind was reeling as my body went limp. I had visions of my body melting into a warm puddle of molasses, gallons of it, pooling on the center of the bed, atop the satin sheets, in a syrupy pile of nylon body stockings, just waiting to be wrung out and used again by Him… over and over… for ever and ever.

[shudder]

Mmmm, that was soooo many years ago, but I still remember it so clearly. As you may imagine, things escalated and evolved, as they should in a relationship. Oh, I still wear hosiery sometimes, but it is only a small part of our current repertoire. It’s amazing what you can get used to, what you can do for love... what you will do with a lover.

Absolutely amazing!

Grins and giggles, candy

Those 3 Words: A Couch Session

2008-11-10T10:02:00.001-06:00

http://www.livevideo.com

Callin' All Freaks!

2008-11-06T09:49:00.003-06:00

Callin' All Freaks!

Elections and Reflections

2008-11-04T10:54:00.004-06:00

"Daddy... who do you believe will be the next President of the United States?"
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[My eyes go to hers, noting her use of "believe" instead of "think." We had a discussion about the differences between looking and seeing, between listening and hearing, between thinking and knowing, and between knowing and believing. I "know" many people... but don't necessarily "believe" in them... and trust is a shadow of belief.]
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"Why such a big question from such a little girl?" I ask.
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"At school, the teachers talk about it and all the kids from class are going to vote."
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"I see."

"Daddy, will my vote determine who will be President?"
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Always over-thinking things, I smile and say "Well, you are certainly one of the most important factors that I considered in making my decision on a candidate, but your vote at school... today, while it is very important, it doesn't actually count in the "grown-up" election. But soon... sooner than I like to think, you'll turn 18 in 2020, which is a Presidential election year, and then you'll vote in the real elections... how cool is that?"
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[Her eyes smiling as she nods her head]

"Daddy... you didn't answer my question."
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[raising an eyebrow at her]
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"Let me tell you something about myself... something about a candidate, and you'll have your answer, deal?"

"Deal!"

"One was a soldier, did you know that?"

[Her eyes widden, thinking the story will be as exciting as some of the outrageously funny stories that I tell her of my 8 years of military service]

"In fact, he was such a good soldier, they let him fly very expensive jet airplanes! No body ever let me drive anything that flew... they figured I couldn't do as much damage as long as I was on sea or land." "Well, when countries fight... when they go to war, soldiers do most of that fighting." It's their job, to defend their country... which sometimes means, to fight."

"You mean they fight?" [puting up her dukes]

[hugging her close] "Yes honey, they fight with whatever they have... with everything they have... guns, bad words, tanks, jets, bombs... everything. This soldier, while he was fighting for his country, doing his job and flying jets to drop bombs in this war, he was shot down. The other soldiers, the ones he was fighting against... they actually shot his airplane down, crazy huh?"

"So flying the jet and not being scared, that made him a great soldier?"

[My eyes look right into hers]

"Nope... what ever your job is doesn't make you great, and I am certain that he was scared... very scared, but what makes people great is how they can be scared and still do the very important jobs, do them to the best of their ability, do you understand that?

[She nods her head, but her face registers a bit of concern]

[siling at her] "What's your job?"

"To be the best little girl I can be" she answers without hesitation.

"Exactamundo!" [I tell her to be the 'best little girl she can be' every morning, without waiver]

"Since his jet got shot up, he didn't have a ride back from the war... he jumped out of his jet, but was stuck in the enemy's territory... on their property, instead of back here where he would be safe."

[She hasn't blinked in several seconds] "So he was on the wrong side of the fence... not on the safe side?"

"That right... and before he could get back to a safe place, he was captured by the other soldiers... the soldiers that he'd been fighting against, the solderis that had shot him down."
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[Her eyes widden more as she's hanging on my every word] "Like when you catch Biscuit outside of our fence, because he digs underneath it?"
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"Very much like that, yes."

[Her eyes squint a bit, looking worried] "What happened?"
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[hugging her close] "They hurt him, they punished him for fighting, even though it was his job that he was doing, and that I have no doubt that if there hadn't been a war going on... the last thing he'd want to have been doing was fighting... over in an enemy country is the last place he'd want to be, as opposed to getting to be home with family and friends."
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[Her eyes are welling up just a bit] "How bad did they hurt him?"
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"Well... you know how there are some hurts... hurts that are so bad, they make us cry?"

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"I know that he cried, baby... I know that he cried... and probably still does sometimes, because he'll never forget those hurts... but what's awesome is that, after a long time, he got to get outta there... he got to return home to his family and friends, and that's a good thing!"

[wiping her cheeks dry]
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"But what is important to me... is that after doing a job that most people couldn't or wouldn't do and after getting hurt and punished for doing that tough job... he returned home and continued to love his country... continued to serve it... as a senator."
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"You know how Daddy wears a suit to work now, right?"

[nods]

"But Daddy didn't always wear suits... a long time ago, I wore an outfit from a fast food place, several of them in fact... then I wore camouflage for many, many years... got lots of education and experience... and now, I get to wear a suit to work in. It's kind of like being promoted. Sticking with it and trying your best at a job can get you even better jobs, it's like being rewarded for years of doing your best."

[Her eyes beam] "Like good grades on my spelling test get me stickers?!"

"Sure... something like that. You see... I think that the soldier worked for this country soooo long and loved the United States so much that he did a terribly tough job... but he did it his best, and even though he was hurt and punished by the people he was fighting against in that war, just for doing his job... he still loves his country and is proud to have served it and will fight every bit as hard for it now, as he did back then."

[putting my dukes up makes her giggle]

"I think loyalty should be rewarded, I think he followed orders... followed his country into war... survived it and continued to serve it after the war... and now, I believe he deserves to lead this Country, while serving it."

"So you are voting for the senator, right?"

[smiling at her]

"Actually, they both are senators... they both serve the United States in the legislature now... and both have done great things in those important jobs... but my vote to be President is for the one that served in the war, suffered for it, but always... ALWAYS loved his country. I don't necessarily agree with everything that he says he wants to do as President, but I believe in him... I trust in him... and that is why I voted for the solder."

The bet

2008-10-28T14:23:00.002-05:00

[arm outstretched, his aim is sure, his hand... steady]
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>click<

The television goes dark and silent.

Rising from the comfort of the overstuffed leather couch, I place the remote control on the coffee table, exchanging it for My glass of bourbon.

I move to the bedroom, where soft whimpers and mmmmphfffs have been emanating from for the past hour as I watched the previously recorded show from the DVR.

I pause for a moment, contemplating her fate, taking her beauty in. She's on her back, wrists together affixed to the headboard.

Her arms, pressed tightly against both sides of her head, covering her ears, holding those earbuds in place.

Her face is beautiful, but somehow, the red satin blindfold and leather plug gag make her even more breathtaking... somehow, obscuring certain features from Me,
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How is that possible?

My eyes move slowly down her body, taking in every curve and line of her form. Except for the occassional moan or whimper from her over the humming of the vibrator, our home is silent.

Her breasts are perfect in shape, size and consistency... they scream to be tugged, massaged roughly and enjoyed. Her decision not to wear anything to cover them excites Me... she knows I like topless... I've had convertibles since highschool. They move, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly... her breathing is a little erratic... maybe another orgasm is building... it's tough to tell with her sometimes. She keeps Me guessing, keeps Me reeling.

Her tummy, her belly button... I look forward to tracing little circles around it to tease her. She will want Me to come up to her breasts, then to her neck and lips... or to go down to her puss... but I won't... simply because she will want Me to.

When I am able, I deny her things...
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I don't know why I feel the need to make her beg for what I so obviously want to give her,
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but I do,
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it's just Me,
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it's how I am,
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how I've been,
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how I was when with her for the first time all those years ago.

[chuckling a little] I see she's wearing hosiery... just like she was when she orgasmed for Me that first time.

I'll never forget the sounds she made...
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still ringing in my ears,
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still teasing me.

The pantyhose no doubt holding her vibrator rrrright where she wants it, right where she knows I want it to be.

My eyes continue down her legs, they are spread unusually wide, stretching out towards the corners of our bed, the comfy leather restraints around each ankle pulling her thighs wide apart.

A lady in public, a slut in the bedroom... I am truly a lucky man.

In her own little world right now, she's unaware of Me standing over her at this moment, but certainly aware that it would come to this... eventually, at some point this evening.

This was all her own doing. A silly bet on a silly show, but the payoff... not silly at all. I take our special time together very seriously. Did she win or lose the bet? Does it even matter right now?

She knew I would return home and watch.

She bound herself here on our bed,
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the bed where she so loves to be unfettered during sex. Her submission to Me is sticky-sweet,
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dripping...
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intoxicating.

[taking another drink]

Her hips gyrate slowly, a bit of sweat glistens on her neck...
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she's been like this for quite a while.
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I'm so bad to make her "suffer" alone.

I close my eyes and ponder replacing the vibrator nestled deep inside of her warmth with myself and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Not sure how long I was standing there, stretching the moment, I open my eyes when I hear her breathing pattern change.

Her head is cocked a bit to the side...
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I swear her eyes are smiling at Me from beneath the red satin.

Does she now know I am standing over her?

Her movements seem more purposeful now,
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more... exagerated.

Her whimpers and "mmmmmpphhhffffs" through the gag more frequent, she must be approaching another orgasm, but I'll be damned if she doesn't know I'm standing here right now and she's putting on a show for Me!

I look down at my glass, wondering if she smelled the bourbon, or maybe my cologne.

[shudder]
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She knows I like to watch her in action.

She pulls at her restraints as her orgasm builds, her fingers close into fists, her hips twist, toes curl and the most delicious sounds come from her.

I lean over her, wanting to kiss her face and release her, wanting to tear at her hosiery and thrust into her again and again, stabbing at her cunt with my rigid erection.

Her orgasm begins... and the sound is heaven. As her body pulls tight and spasms, my cold glass touches her warm skin of the side of her tummy... and mid-climax, she inhales sharply, surprised by the contact, but certainly unable [unwilling] to call-off the blissful wave that washes over her.

I lean down and blow gently upon the trail of condensation that my glass left on her body as her tummy trembles, her breathing trying to return to normal. Maybe those are aftershocks... I don't know.

The back of my hand comes to her face, touching her cheek, then brushing lightly against the underside of her left arm that is bound over her head like that.

She knows she's done well and that I couldn't be more pleased with her performance.

My hand snakes down,
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between her spread legs,
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going to her crotch,
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fumbling with the base of the vibrator through the thin, slick material of her hosiery,
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twisting the variable speed adjustment to "maximum."

She shudders a bit, maybe startled, maybe she expected it to be removed, I don't know.

Yes, I'm pleased with her performance, but of course... the bet wasn't about her performance... it was about that silly show on television.

Her whimpers seem to be questions,
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she struggles,
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her face is turned towards Me,
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clearly she's puzzled.

Everything goes still, however, when I gently place the flogger across her tummy. I think she recognized what it was the instant the leather tails touched her flesh.

I turn, heading to take a long, hot shower before I busy myself with enjoying her. I hear her thrashing around, those whimpers and "mmmpphhffsss" begging Me to not leave her alone...
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alone w/ that toy stirring her insides.

After the shower, I'll probably turn her over, pull her hosiery down to expose her bare bottom... the flogger will warm her cheeks nicely,
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then I'll use my hands. There's something about her skin when it's so hot in my cold hands.

Her sex is on fire
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no doubt about it.

Can a person "create"... nothingness

2008-10-27T11:39:00.003-05:00

My question is this... can a person create a nothingness in another person?
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A void
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an emptiness in them that longs to be filled...
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or do they really just make that other person "aware" of an emptiness inside that already existed
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that was there all along...
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but they were just unaware of...
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and were then made to only just recently realize there was something missing, even though it had been missing all along?

The rendevous collision...

2008-10-19T02:00:00.001-05:00

“Your key card… give it to me, Ahora!”

"Rosa" - as identified on her hotel maid nametag, looked at Me as if I had a gun to her head.

She had just used her “master” door key card, swiped it to open another room for her to enter and clean.
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The card... that's all I was here to take from her.

Not accustomed to having to repeat myself, I pushed her into the room, pulled her cart in behind me and the heavy hotel room’s door closed.

I let go of the cart, it rolled to a stop near one of the beds in the room.

I had a firm grip on "Rosa’s" arm, and continued to hustle her through the room.

“AHORA!”

[she is fumbling for the card... it was attached to her belt with a retractable string-thingy]

Without slowing, I pushed her next to the sliding glass balcony door, unlocked it, and shuffled her outside, into the cool, dark, night air.

My free hand grabbed the card.

[in Spanish-- “You stay aqui, para 5 horas… o vas aya in tres seconds [my eyes darting over the ledge and down to the ground 15 stories below].”

My Spanish isn’t anywhere near as good as it was back in 2000, back when I was in Mexico with some time to kill, but the fear that filled her eyes let me know that she understood me]

“Uno!”

[Her eyes followed the path that mine had taken... she looked down to the ground so far below]

“Dos!”

[Her eyes widened still more and She raised her hands quickly as if to surrender]

She whimpers and quickly thrusts the card towards me

[The string connecting the card to her belt snapped as I backed into the hotel room

>snnikktt<

and locked the sliding glass door

>click<

leaving her outside.

“Tres seconds?”

[I chuckled to myself a bit]

When it comes to sex or violence, there’s a universal language that everyone understands.

I pulled the drapes shut, completely covering her view in and anyone’s view out, then switched on the television to some news channel, dialing the volume up enough to drown out any potential knocks on the balcony door or hollers for help… at least for a while.

I exited the room, the door closed heavily behind me, Rosa will be fine.

I look up and down the hall, no one is out and about, checking my watch, it’s almost midnight. I’m lucky there’s not much going on.

“I’ll take lucky over good anyday.”

I head down the hall, enter the stairwell and ascend several more floors, to the floor where I know my objective is.

The DoubleTree hotels are a nice chain, a small piece of Hilton, a long-time client of my mine. Through the years of representing them in countless transactions and legal matters, my access to and familiarity with their computer systems was extensive. I could monitor clients, adversaries, witnesses, jurors and just about anything else from my own home. Not a bad setup if there’s a file or briefcase in a room that I feel the need to see.

Her name had come across my screen,
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a 2 night stay, only 1 occupant.

Probably some conference.

I reached her floor, the halls remain empty, I stand at her door, press my ear to it, close my eyes and hold my breath,
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listening.

The shower is on, and I think, the television is too.

I swipe the card and quickly let myself in.Yes, the room is lit by the television, the bathroom door closed, light on, shower running. I take a deep breath… steamy… a nice, long, hot, shower is in progress. I drop the card key on the room’s table, switch off the television and move over by the bed where the room’s sole lamp is situated.

The room is dark, no light coming in from outside at this hour, no more light from the TV, the only light is coming from beneath the bathroom door. Standing next to the lamp, looking back into the direction from which she will approach... the layout of the room is such that she will be unable to see me when the exits the bathroom, she’ll have to enter this portion of the room before I come into view.

I reach over the lamp shade and drop my hand inside onto the cool, dark bulb... knowing she will turn it on when she exits the bathroom, right after she turns off the bathroom light and finds the television is no longer illuminating the room.

The shower water stops, I hear the sound of bare feet padding around on a tile floor, the sound of her rubbing the towel to dry herself off. I close my eyes tightly and listen intently. The room was dark, but not pitch black. Keeping my eyes closed will prevent the bright light that bursts in from the bathroom, then momentarily, from this lamp, from ruining my “night vision.”

She opens the bathroom door
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>Click<

the bright bathroom lights go off

A quiet “Oh!”

[she realizes the room is waaay too dark for her to see anything]
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>Click<

the warmth from the lightbulb my fingertips are gripping is instantaneous. I give her 1 second to take the couple of steps away from the light switches and round the corner to enter the room where I await.
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The heat on my fingertips during that stretched second... unbelievable.
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I give the hot bulb a quick counter-clockwise turn and it goes dark the instant I open my eyes.In the instant the light dissipates into total blackness for her, she saw me...

.... saw me... but certainly not enough time to recognize me... not after all this time
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not after all these years.

There was a gasp in that instant, not the kind of shrill scream you’d have in a Hollywood movie, just a startled, sharp inhale.

My eyes, already used to the sudden blackness, saw that her mouth was open, her hands came up [the second silly “surrender” pose I’d seen tonight] then she began to twist her body to head for the door... stumbling against the table and chair in the dark... in her blindness.

I closed the distance between us almost instantly, grabbed the wrist closest to me and wrapped my other arm around her to hold her still
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to let her know I had her.

She turned suddenly towards me, unexpectedly
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her face to mine in the darkness.

There is no way she could see anything but blackness, but I could see her.

Her hair, wet and in her face, her eyes wide, her mouth open... mere inches from mine.
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I pulled her close and kissed her… it surprised me that I did, I certainly didn’t have that planned.

A whimper, she tries to back away and flails her hands.

She turns her head suddenly
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>chink<
as our teeth clash briefly, my bottom lip getting pinched in the collision.

She twists in my arms, spinning inside of the towel that she had wrapped around her busts, trying to make back towards the bathroom, still blind in the dark.

I move with her, pushing her into the steamy room, I still have a hold of her right wrist and pull it behind her a bit, the towell “tuck” comes undone across her front as I pin her down against the cool, wet marble countertop.

[twisting and raising her right wrist up behind her, with surprisingly little resistance]

She’s flexible, bendy... excellent! :oD

I lick my lips and taste blood.

She turns her head to the right, opens her mouth a takes quick, but big breath... she’s about to complicate things.

Standing behind her, pressing against her bumm as she is bent over the counter, my left elbow comes down firmly between her shoulderblades, just to pin her... not to strike her. My left hand clamps around her mouth.

“Mmmhhhhhhpppppppffffffff!” She screams into my hand, I'm thinking maybe leaving the tele on would have been a good idea.

I purse my lips, “Shhhhhhhhhh.”

I lean down near her right ear and whisper
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“Not wanting to hurt you doesn’t mean I won’t.”
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Her next breath is shallow, not enough to power a scream.
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“I’m going to take my hand from your mouth and you’re going to be silent, yes?”
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Her left cheek is pressed against the cold marble and her eyes are darting... I can see the whites of them.
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[her mind is racing, those wheels are spinning round & round]

By now, I’m sure she can make out my silhouette, maybe even some facial features.

“It... it's you... I know it's you” she says.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh… you’re going to be silent, yes?”
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[she nods as best she can, given her position]
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“I’m going to release your right arm because I don’t want to hurt you, not like that.”
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[releasing my grip on her wrist and her arm]
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I straighten up a bit, lifting my elbow from between her shoulderblades, then placing my left hand squarely in the middle of her back, to keep her down against he countertop.Her right arm lays on the cool marble counter and I place my right hand there as well.
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The counter top is a bit slick from the steam... but cool to the touch
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I close my eyes and take a deep breath, the moist, steamy air mixes with her scent
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clean
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crisp
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and now... mixed with a hint of perspiration.
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My senses swim!

“You have something that soon will be mine.
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"You can give it to me, or I can take it
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but either way
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I’m not leaving without it.”
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[her wheels are turning... fucking spinning away]
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[*pant - *pant - let me go you sick bast---] Even in the dark, she saw it… it was quick, gunslinger-quick and he never opened his eyes.

My right hand came up off of the bathroom countertop, grabbed the hotel’s perfumed soap from the tray and jammed it into her mouth mid-sentence, then raked it back out against her bottom teeth, ensuring that there were shavings of soap left behind.

“Aaccckkk!”
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“That word… “sick” I just don’t care for it… not at all."
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"I’ll only allow you to speak, so long as it doesn’t displease me... Do you understand that.

”She nods her head as best she can, then whimpers again.

My pelvis had been pressed against her bumm for several moments, but now
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yes
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[another *whimper]
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now things were beginning to stir.

[reaching down between us, lifting the little bit of bath towel that had been covering her hiney]

I hear her barefeet readjusting on the wet, tile floor
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maybe she’s spreading them
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maybe she’s trying to gain leverage... I don’t know.

[*cough… *whimper]

"That’s a bad taste I’ve left in your mouth, isn’t it?"

She continues to drool on he marble countertop"

Washing someone’s mouth out with soap does that."

[Still no response... she refuses to agree with me.

My left hand pulls the towel from her body as my right hand turns on the sink’s cool water.

[the sound of water flowing… it’s like static crackling]
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Her eyes are looking at the water flowing from the faucet“It’s alright” I say.
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Her right hand slides along the countertop, into the stream of water, then back to her mouth, where she inserts her fingers, trying to wipe that taste away.
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I'm jealous of her fingers... wishing I was in her mouth.

While she busies herself with the water, my left hand returns to her lower back, I look down, taking in the view of her perfectly shaped ass. My erection throbs between her checks and, without really meaning to, I push against her just a bit.
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The sensation is as blissful as the visual and I betray myself with a moan.

[silence]

Did she hear that? Not over the water running, surely not.

Her left cheek is still resting on the countertop, and then… almost imperceptibly...

[another soft *whimper]
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[she gyrates her hips ever so slightly against me]

My eyes flutter involuntarily as the sensation makes me weak in the knees.

It is now my right hand that comes down heavily on her ass, higher than I would have liked, but all I could manage, given how closely I was pressed to her

>SMACK<

[*whimper]
Oh… those damn whimpers… how does she DO that!?!?..

“Maybe I didn’t mention this earlier… DO NOT MOVE.”

My right hand, planted firmly on your ass, continues to hold you against the countertop as my left hand reaches around beneath you, finding the folds of your puss and parting them forcefully, exploring them, probing them.

[Your right hand goes to your lips, then away, as if you’re looking at something in the dark]

Her skin was warm to my touch… still so warm after that hot shower.
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Heavenly

My left hand continued to work against her, kneading her clit between my fingers,
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rubbing it
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easing two fingers at a time up inside of her.

Her breathing was bit erratic, but again, with her right hand, she did "something" with her mouth.

[sigh]
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“What exactly are you doing?”

*whimper - you pinched my lip when you jammed the soap against my teeth, it bled a little bit.”

[My left hand… withdraws from you, I back up just a bit, now placing my left hand against your cooch from behind… three fingers now push inside of you, deeply, stirring]

“I didn’t mean to hurt those pretty lips like that.”
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[Four fingers working you, the “smacking” sounds… coupled with your evermore-frequent whimpers are my favorite song]
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“No… that’s too much… don’t!” you say.

There is a sticky, smacking sound as your bare feet move on the bathroom’s tile floor, it sounds strikingly similar to the sounds of my fingers working you.
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Another verse of my favorite song.

In the dark, I can see that your eyes are closed… then your right hand snakes down to your clit
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your breathing comes in sharper gasps now.

[tucking my thumb tight in my palm, I now begin a push to get my whole hand inside of you]
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[almost… almost…]
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“Slowly…” you pant… then stiffen a bit
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[you sound out of breath]
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“Please… but slowly.”
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You take another breath, and try to relax.

I withdraw a bit, and see your eyes are still closed, so I know you don’t register the subtle change in my expression, I slow down, trying to form my hand smaller
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wanting so desperately to feel you from the inside
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wanting you to want to feel me fill you.Hearing you say “please,” I hadn’t expected that… I wasn’t fully prepared for the feelings I would feel,
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how I would respond.

“Mmmmm… *pant Ummmmmmmm… now… do it now!”

I snap back to the "now," lean closer to you and ease my hand further, feeling your muscles grip around my hand there for a second
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then…
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“Now!”
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[slipping past it, your muscles contract and “pull” my hand deeper inside of you. Your orgasm begins and you take breaths in gulps... gyrating your hips!

The smacking sounds from your right hand fiddling your clit is being drowned out by your moans… (or are those hollers?)

I ball my fist up inside of you, then gyrate it, stirring your insides
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feeling you
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from the inside.

The feeling is incredible
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Absolutely delicious.

“That’s what I wanted from you, my sweet, that right there.”

I look down and see my wrist watch, nestled right against your opening.

A whole new marketing ad for Movado raced through my mind in that instant ;)

As your orgasmic spasms subside your gyrations taper off… then we’re still…
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inside of you
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in the dark.

As I slowly withdraw my left hand from you, my right hand comes to your face, my forefinger traces your lips in the dark, hoping there is no more pain from where your lip was pinched.

I back out of the bathroom, and reach the door handle.

The steel handle is cold and slick in my wet left hand... a wonderful sensation.

I work the handle and light beams in from the hallway, a narrow stream illuminates up one leg, across your puss, over part of your back and up the bathroom mirror.
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I hesitate
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slipping out the door slowly... trying to savor the view of your pussy in the light...
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looking wide open and inviting.

I pause… no… really… I must go.

The door closes heavily and I stand there for a moment in the hallway...
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eyes closed, holding my breath… listening.

[*whimper… then what may be soft crying… or quiet laughter… I can’t tell.]

I want to return
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but you probably want that to
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so I turn…
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I can see you... but so can they

2008-10-13T12:54:00.000-05:00

Day one
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The online offensive has already begun, have you chosen a side, or was your "choice" made for you?
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Fight the FED!