He sat in the chair across from her, leaning back, his feet firmly panted on the
floor before him, thighs spread, shoulders resting against the cool smoothness
of the overstuffed chair, forearms draped casually along those of the chair. His
gaze was rigid and level, staring at where she was kneeling, across from where
he sat. Though his body appeared to be draped in a relaxed, almost casual
manner, she could tell he was tense... perhaps as much as she herself. She was
leaned back, on her crossed heels, her thighs spread in a mirror wideness of his
own, except that she was naked, while he still wore his white, silky shirt and
tight, thong-like briefs. She might have appeared to be some sort of Amazon
warrior, squatting in a hut during some war council, except for the fact that
her fingers were laced behind her neck, elbows stretched out wide, back straight
to allow her breasts to jut out and upwards, in the subservient position he
always commanded her to assume whenever they began these "games". They had been
lovers for some time, and were just now at the first sure footfall of their new
life as Master and Charge... a term she much preferred to the usual appellation
of "sub"... though at times, she did wish he might refer to her, sternly, as
"slave". They had played casually with the concept of this new kind of
relationship, and were mutually surprised and pleased when they both realized
the thrill it provided for them, and how, in a new and exciting way, it was
completely right for them. She loved kneeling to him, and he loved having her
there. His head reeled when he heard himself ordering her to perform some task,
knowing she must comply, and hers spun with anticipation as she waited for his
orders. And if they had drifted casually into this strange partnership, they
both now knew it was where and how they truly belonged together. So far, they
had only had one brief "game" (in person at least), and the rest of their
limited time together was consumed with more mundane form of cooing and bonding,
gentle touches and light, loving caresses. But this time he had told her, the
moment she entered the room, to disrobe and assume the position at his feet, and
once the rippling thrill of anticipation had rolled through her, she had quickly
complied with trembling fingers. So now she knelt before him, awaiting his
pleasure, knowing that his pleasure was always firmly rooting inside the
providing for her own. "Look at me" he said, quietly. Her head lifted from its'
lowered, docile fix on the floor before his feet and locked on his steady gaze.
"You're beautiful, you know that..." She wanted to smile or blush or avert her
gaze or whisper her thanks to her beloved master but she did none of these
things as she had not yet been given permission. Instead she merely sighed,
deeply and enjoyed the tingle that ran up her naked spine. After gazing at her a
moment longer, his hands moved from the arms of the chair and his fingers gently
gripped the ties at his hips which held his thong-like briefs together, slowly
pulling them until the popped open and the sheer fabric covering his already
stiff and alert member sagged down, revealing his blood-flushed cock. She gasped
at the sight of it, as she always did, and felt a sudden urge to crawl to him
and gently sweep it between her lips, suckling on it, providing it with
sensations she knew only her attentions could provide. Deep inside herself she
felt her sex clench and release and the first trickle of her excitement begin to
well up. One of his hands moved slowly back and came to rest on the arm of the
chair, but the other stayed, hovering over the lightly pulsing member for a long
moment, then settled upon it, the fingers curling around it's shaft and slowly
beginning to stroke, up and down. "I've written you a lot of stories, haven't
I... some very interesting stories... about all the amazing things I want to do
to you... to your body... to your mind and your soul... but we both know that
that was all fantasy, don't we... Pure, uncluttered fantasy..." Her breathing
was becoming shorter as she struggled to focus on his words, to pull her mind
away from her growing desire to feel and taste and engulf his cock with her
every orifice... "That's why, tonight, I wanted to keep everything very simple.
No swings... no trampolines... nothing with an engine in it..." She smiled and
blushed, remembering that particular tale and the effect it had on her...
"Tonight, it's going to be very simple... just a plain chair... and some
cords... of various gages..." He cast his eyes over beside and behind her, and
she longed to turn and look, but did not. She had already seen the chair placed
near the center of the room... a simple, armless, wooden chair with a high,
straight back. Nothing fancy at all. Nothing, certainly, on which any of her
fantasies had yet been based. His eyes flicked back to fix on her once more and
a smile spread over his lips as he understood what she was thinking. "Yes... not
very exciting, is it... Well... we'll have to see what we can do about that....
won't we... Stand up, please." Even though his words were polite, she could tell
from the firmness, the strength of his tone that she would have to obey... would
want to obey.. She rose slowly, planting one foot and pushing herself up,
remembering to keep her fingers clasped behind her neck. She stood before him
now, firmly locking her legs in a wide spread stance, as he had taught her,
showing her open, hairless mons and all her secret places. He nodded slowly in
approval and at last his hand released his cock and he stood. Extending an arm,
he gestured casually toward the chair. "Over there, please." She turned and
finally focused on the chair. It was even less impressive on second viewing that
before. The wood was scratched and the old, dull yellow cushion was worn and
bore some stains and blotches. She was almost disappointed and her elbows must
have visibly sagged. "You're not happy with my choice?" Instantly, she
straightened her spine and pushed her elbows wide, hoping not to earn some dire
punishment for daring to show that something he had planned for her would not
meet her approval. "Well, we'll just have to make it as interesting as we can
then... Go to it, please." She moved to where the chair was and took her place
beside it, standing erect and proud. He moved over to the bed against the wall
and turned down the comforter, reaching under it, his hands seemingly sorting
something there. He tossed a glance at her before returning his gaze to his
activities. "No, in front of it, please. Legs against the seat." She moved
around to the front of the chair and inched back until she felt the coolness of
the wood against the back of her knees. She stole a glance at him, watching as
he lifted a coil of thin rope from under the comforter and placed it aside,
reaching back for something else. He flicked a glance at her. "Why are you
looking at me" he said, evenly. She sucked in her breath and turned her eyes
straight ahead, a flush rolling through her face. "Now, spread your legs, wide."
She shifted her weight and spread her feet in a wide, almost proud, defiant
stance. From now on she determined to obey his every command to the letter.
"Very good. Now, I want you to back up, until your lovely ass is touching the
back of the chair." She began to inch backwards, feeling the sides of the chair
seat brush the insides of her knees as she straddled it, moving carefully back
until the cool wood of the chair back touched her buttocks where she stopped.
The seat was wide and forced her to bend her legs ever so slightly to
accommodate it. She kept her gaze full forward, but from her peripheral vision
she saw him scoop up the coil of rope and move slowly, deliberately toward her,
stopping a few feet away. "Yes" he said, observing her dispassionately "I think
that will do nicely. Now, place your wrists behind the back of the chair,
please... against the outer edges." She unclasped her fingers from behind her
neck and lowered her arms until she felt the cool wood brush her wrists, then
slid them along until the rested against the outer edges of the back. The
position was unusual... not particularly uncomfortable, merely strange, as if
her body wasn't quite used to being held in this exact configuration. She
wondered what he had in store for her now and suddenly realized that perhaps
this might be a bit more interesting than she had originally assumed. He nodded
slowly once more, then moved around behind her, and a moment later she felt the
first end of the long coil or rope slipping between slats of the chair back and
being wound around her wrist... twice... three times... four.... being pulled
tighter and tighter against the wood... By the time she felt him move to the
other side, she found her wrist bound to tightly to the chair back by a gauntlet
of rope coils from her wrist to halfway up her forearm... She closed her eyes to
savor this sweet sensation as he began working on her other wrist, which was
soon secured, and then felt him kneel, carefully adjust the placement of her
foot close against the back chair leg, causing her to bend her knees slightly
more, and soon it too was lashed to the chair... followed by the other. Now all
four of her limbs were tied securely to the chair, and the fact that her knees
were slightly bend began to register in her mind, as she realized that the
muscles of her thighs were bearing much of her weight and beginning to tremble.
She flexed them briefly, to see if she could, perhaps, sit down, but quickly
realized that if she did so, her upper body would be forced far forward in the
chair and her mons would therefore have to press, hard against the forward edge
of the seat. As she contemplated these developments, she suddenly felt the rope
being threaded up through the slats in the chair back behind her, wound over
it's top and fed around her waist, pulling her back against it slightly. It
wrapped around her waist several times before she could feel it being knotted in
the small of her back. Then she felt his arm slip down her spine and drop the
rope onto the chair seat. He came around in front of her and stopped long enough
to smile at her before scooping it up and folding it, carefully, between her
legs. He reached down and gently spread the lips of her sex, delicately, slowly
drawing the rope up the groove and feeding the end through the waist rope at her
naval. He pulled it tight and dropped the rope on the seat once more, moving
around behind her again. She once more felt his arm slide down and pick up the
rope and pull it gently up, so that a second line joined the first, threaded
between the now moist and throbbing lips of her sex... And then he slowly pulled
it tight. The rope pressed into her, slipping down on either side of her pulsing
clit, holding it like a pair of clamps and she shuddered at the sensation, her
knees bending involuntarily. When she tried to push herself up straight, she
could feel the trembling in her thighs making her sink slightly, but that merely
pulled the crotch ropes tighter against the sides of her clit, sliding ever so
slightly... enough to enflame her now billowing lust, but not enough to cause
her to cum. At last he stepped out from behind her, smiled as he surveyed his
handiwork and moved to where the comforter was turned down on the bed. From
beneath it, he pulled out the clamps... a pair of loop nipple clamps connected
by a long, thin chain... Only this pair were different... this pair had an
additional, long chain which ended in another pair of clamps at the far end.
What the hell is that for she wondered, until it struck her, and she felt
herself shudder and groan with apprehension mixed with delicious anticipation.
He reached under the comforter once more and his hand drew out the double bullet
vibrator... the twin disposable lighter sized steel ovals connected with long
wires to the control box. His hand dipped down once more and came out with the
blindfold... the fleece lined one he had used on her their very first scene. He
moved toward her, stopping to smile into her now glassy, distracted eyes before
setting down the blindfold and bullets and approaching with the clamps. He bent
over until his mouth was a mere breaths' distance from her already tight nipple
and slowly opened his mouth, allowing her to watch his tongue as it snaked out,
teasingly and finally flicked the nipple with it's tip. She shuddered at the
feeling but before she could savor it, his lips locked on the already tight
button of flesh and drew it, hard, into his mouth. "Ooooohhhhhh" she cried as
the painful ache of his drawing her welled through her chest. She closed her
eyes and her head rolled back to savor it, so she did not feel the first bite of
the loop around the now distended and pulsing nipple... Only when he drew it
tight and the shock of that feeling rolled into her chest and rippled down her
belly did she focus on it once more... Looking down, she saw his tongue already
stalking her other nipple... followed by the teasing flick and the painful,
capturing suck. But this time she forced herself to stay focused and saw his
quickly slip the loop over the erect flesh and pull it tight, pinching her. Her
body was jerking slightly now, the cascade of sensations causing her to shudder
and flinch, which in turn caused the crotch ropes to tease the sides of her clit
and release more shocks that rippled through her. She was already somewhat
distracted as she watched him slide his hands down the length of the chain to
where the two alligator clamps hung, taking them carefully between his
fingers... He slowly straightened up until his eyes were on hers once more. She
probed deep into the brown orbs and instantly saw and felt the lust building in
him as it was in her, though he was hiding it much better than she was able to..
Slowly, he leaned down toward her, his lips moving closer to her own, and she
instinctively leaned to meet him, her eyes slipping shut. When their lips
touched, the kiss was more tender and loving than any she could remember in her
life before... a blending of spirits exchanging wishes and hopes and dreams and
measureless love through those gently brushing points of contact. Her mouth
opened and she slid her tongue between his lips, feeling it touch his own and
being that heavenly, delicious dance... Suddenly she felt his lips close on her
tongue and it was pulled, hard, deeper into his mouth. For an instant she
thought she might be sucked completely into him, as if her throbbing, aroused
body had not substance to prevent his drinking her down... and then she felt the
shock of the clamp slipped beside the crotch rope and closing on the lips of her
sex. She tried to pull back, to cry out at the shudder-spawning pain of this new
captivity, but his mouth drew hard upon her tongue, holding they faces locked. A
moment later the pain doubled as the other clamp was affixed to her other lip
and she felt them pulled down with a playful, gentle tug. His mouth released her
tongue and drew away, as if ducking from her reaction, which was to moan loudly
and draw her body down, curling her spine over, as if this would have any
mitigating effect on the throbbing, aching, wondrous sensations that now pulsed
from the lips of her clamped and captured sex. Every muscle in her tensed,
riding out the initial shock of the first clamping of her labia... and then,
slowly, it began to ease... and she could feel the rhythm beginning... as pulses
of blood in time to her heartbeat were pushed between the clamps, each pulse
sends a delicious throb of need up into her sex... Slowly, she straightened her
back, proud at having bourne this new feeling... this new capture... this new
surrender... and she would have allowed herself a satisfied smile, if only she
hadn't seen that he already had in his hands the bullets and was already bending
down, reaching for her roped, clamped and splayed mons. She felt the press of
one of the bullets against her sex and with a sudden press it slipped deep
inside her, as if her hungry body was drawing it tight and snug inside her. Then
she felt the other pressed against the rosebud of her asshole and it, too,
pushed the cavity open, burrowing it's way into her ass, only to slip filling
in, held firmly by the re-closing of the tight ring of muscles... She was
swooning now, her body battered by overwhelming sensations. It seemed that
whenever she managed to adjust herself to one flood of stimulation, another
would beckon from somewhere else on or in her body. And still, every slight
motion caused the rope to brush... brush... brush her clit... adding it's own
special torment to her capture. At last, came the blindfold, settling down over
her face and blocking out the view of him, the room, the world... Now all she
had to tell her she was connected to the earth were the signals her body was
cascading up to her brain, and these were a mixture of aches, throbs, tickles,
teases and agonizing, lustful pets. She wanted to come... Oh, God, how she
wanted to cum... but even rolling her hips as far forward as she was able
against the tight, restraining bondage and rocking them back couldn't make the
crotch rope quite tickle her clit enough to push her over the edge where she was
hanging... Then the bullets sprang to life inside her... It was like an
explosion of fire deep in her belly and her entire body shuddered as if hit by
an electric charge. The edge on which she was hanging jolted up to twice it's
height and still she did not, could not, cum.... This really was torment, she
realized. He's keeping me here, hung at this unendurable peak and not letting me
cum... Oh, God, I can't stand this.... Her mouth hung open and every exhale was
a groan of overcharged torment... until she felt the gag pressed suddenly
between her lips and the strap pulled tightly behind her head, his voice cooing
in her ear as it was snugly bound behind her... "Shhhhh, darling... how do you
expect me to get any sleep if you're going to make such noise?" SLEEP?!! Christ,
he didn't, couldn't mean it! How long was he going to leave her here? How much
of this was she expected to endure before she either died from the shock or
passed out or God knows what else? She was sobbing, terrified at the reaction
her body was having to all the stimulation and helpless to either stop it or
climax and resolve it. She wanted to fall on her face in front of him, kiss his
feet and wash them with her penitent tears... to beg him to forgive whatever
transgressions she might have made and to please, oh for the love of God,
please, just let me cum, just once, and I'll be yours, body and soul, heart and
mind for all eternity... just please, don't leave me like this... The instant
she felt the touch, against the exposed top of her clit, held open and exposed
by the clamps and ropes, and realized it was his fingertip, she erupted with a
brilliant white flashing orgasm that seared her mind and released a stream of
fluid from her tormented sex, adding a virtual puddle to the chair seat. The
cumming seemed to roll on and on, wave after wave, though he did little more
than press against her clit with the faintest of pressures... Oh God, master,
yes! Yes, thank you! Oh God, thank you... my master... my own, my beloved...
thank you.... Eventually the rush began to ebb and she felt her body sagging
forward her legs now trembling beneath her, her head hung, breath tearing in
ragged gasps through her nose... as she felt him lean down and whisper into her
ear... "Simple pleasures are the best... aren't they, my love?"
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