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Subject: {ASSM} Story: "Sunday" M/F bond/cons?
Date: Sat, 13 May 2000 07:10:23 -0400
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SUNDAY
Warm, lazy summer sunlight stole through the louvered blinds, falling across
her shoulders in lines of light and shadow. Sitting in my chair, across the
room, I watched as the sun went about its journey, slowly caressing her
flawless skin as I had only hours before. I knew she was tired from our games,
and her sleep would be beautifully deep.
Beautifully, perfectly deep.
Walking to the bed, I gently, gently drew the covers back to reveal her
languid form. Sleeping upon her stomach, her long, tone legs were slightly
parted, offering a teasing hint at the treasure beneath her lovely bottom,
still slightly red from my recent attentions.
Moving around the bed in silence, I slowly drew the coiled ropes from their
places and ran them through the eyebolts. With exquisite care I gently lifted
and tied one ankle, then the next, easing the tension to a point where her legs
were spread towards each eyebolt. Securing the knots, I moved to her hands,
again taking time and care to do my work without waking my lovely bride. As I
secured the last tie and drew her wrists taught, she stirred slightly and
dreamily smiled; though her eyes remained closed as sleep still held her in its
gentle embrace.
Standing back, I surveyed her beauty, spread before me the bed, open to my
desire. Stripping away my shorts, that desire was more than evident. I had
never done this with her before. All of our games had always been planned in
advance, terms and limits agreed upon.
Not today.
I gave her a few more moments of peace before crawling upon the bed and
kneeling beside her. I slowly gathered her long, silken hair into my hand,
while raising the other over her bottom. Tightening my grip upon her hair, I
raised my other hand higher, then brought it down upon her ass like a
thunderclap.
With a confused scream she woke and automatically started to get up, instantly
fighting her restraints. I yanked her hair, drawing her head back as she
bucked and strained like a frightened colt.
"Stop!" I hissed into her ear, punctuating the word with another
resounding crack upon her ass.
She stopped fighting with whimper, head still pulled harshly back.
"What's happening," she whispered, voice throaty with fear. "Why
are you doing this?"
"I am taking what is mine," I whispered back, reaching to the
bedside table for the gag and blindfold with my free hand. "I have staked my
claim upon you, body and soul. It's time to plant the flag." Planting my knee
between her shoulder blades and upon her hair, I quickly slipped the blindfold
into place and worked the gag into her pleading mouth.
Up to this point our games had always been purely play, purely fun. Light
spanking, paddling. Simple bondage. I had never taken her beyond herself,
beyond what she perceived as her limits. I had seen the desire in her eyes,
fanned the spark within her soul. I knew she was ready, despite her whimpering
fear.
Sliding open a drawer she had never seen, I drew out the first of
my toys, a soft duster with a long plastic wand. I began running the duster
over her back, across her ass, down each quivering thigh. Her whimpering
lessened as the soft touch soothed and comforted.
I smiled as I practically read her mind. "Maybe it's OK, this is
all he'll do. He won't really hurt me."
"It will be OK," I whispered into her ear, slowly reversing the
duster so that the long plastic want now ran along her skin. The twitch of her
head drew a chuckle from me, as she proved that I had known her mind.
I knew her better than she knew herself.
After a few minutes of running the smooth plastic along her flesh I
began a slow, rhythmic beat upon her ass, slowly increasing in tempo, each
light swat sounding like a quickening metronome. She began to writhe under the
sensation, fingers and toes clenching as the beat increased, the sensation
became unavoidable, unbelievable, and unbearable. I rose to crescendo after
crescendo, each peak greater than the last, each time letting the music of her
body guide my hand.
After some time her whimpers and sobs of pain became mixed with a
mewling, moaning desire.
I stepped briefly away, leaving her to her burning self for a few
moments before returning with a glass of water. Setting the water upon the
bedside table, I leaned over and loosed the rope that ran through both
eye-screws and bound her wrists. Kneeling behind, I again gathered her hair
into a fist and pulled her towards me. With the rope loosened, she was able to
come to hands and knees before the tension stopped her short. Taking up the
glass, I let some of the cold water drop onto her back and down her ass,
holding her hair taught as she again bucked and strained at the sudden
sensation. Another hard yank on her hair and another quick word had her still
again, though her chest heaved and air hissed in and out of her slender nose.
Replacing the glass upon the table, I reached into the drawer and
pulled out a small bag of clothespins. Tossing a few onto the bed, I held one
close to her ear and let it snap open and closed a few times, enjoying the
twitch each snap elicited. Hair again firmly in hand, I reached below and
gently, gently opened a clothespin and caressed a nipple. She whimpered and
tried to sway away, but could only breath faster and faster as I gently settled
the clothespin closed upon her nipple. The other I was less gentle, allowing
it to slightly snap into place.
Reaching into the drawer again, I came away with my particularly
favorite toy, a chrome needled pinwheel. "Do not move an inch," I whispered
into her ear. "Not an inch. Do you understand?" A short pause, then a slow,
whining nod.
I set the pinwheel at the top of her spine and slowly, slowly rolled
downwards. Each prick of the pinwheel sent electric shockwaves through her
body. She did her best to remain still but could not help but lightly convulse
as it crossed nerve endings on its journey. I ran it along her firm ass, on the
insides of each thigh, down her calves and across her delicate feet, never
drawing a spot of blood but igniting each nerve along the way. On the journey
back, I ran the pinwheel to within hairs of her pink labia, at one point fairly
racing it towards her clitoris and only just pulling away, though from her
sudden jerk and shrill whimper it may as well have hit home.
Setting the pinwheel aside, I reached down and began lightly
tapping her throbbing clitoris. Each tap rocked her body like a sledgehammer.
I increased tempo, drawing her into frenzy. Just as she was at the edge and
about to plummet into orgasm I stopped and poured cold water over her burning
bush. She screamed shrilly through the gag, fingers nearly tearing holes in
the sheets in shock and frustration. She began to struggle against her bonds
again, forcing a fierce hand across her ruddy ass. Her time would come soon
enough.
Taking a small bottle of lubricant from the drawer, I poured a generous amount
onto her ass, slowly rubbing it into her rosebud. As this was literally virgin
territory, the whimpers of fear and muffled pleas for mercy returned.
Ignoring them, I drew forth the last toy of the day, a long, beaded vibrator.
Kneeling behind her, my hungry, throbbing desire only inches from salvation, I
slowly began to work the vibrator into her ass, again using her hair as a check
against struggle. One bead, then two. Three, then five, each slightly larger
than the last. Each new bead brought a fresh spasm, a fresh jerk, as new
ground was broken. At the last bead I twisted the knob and the vibrator began
to quiver slightly. Her breathing began to calm, then slowly began to quicken
as I increased the intensity.
As her muscles began to clench and spasm around their new joy, I brought
myself closer to her garden, closer to my rightful place. With a quick yank of
her hair I pulled her back, impaling her upon my prominence. Her body went
absolutely rigid as the first of a string of orgasms tore through her. Taking
the reigns, I began to ride my sweet love into nirvana, strong, brutal strokes
taking both of us to oblivion. With a last gagged scream she came again as I
pummeled her one last time before releasing all sanity into her warm embrace.
After long, gasping minutes I slowly began untying my beauty, caressing and
worshipping every inch of her drenched body as I went. I gently removed the
gag and held the glass for her as she drank in ragged gulps. Finally, as I
removed the blindfold and looked into her eyes, I saw within the complete love
and adoration I knew she saw mirrored in mine.
Pulling her to me, I held her head to my shoulder and knew that I would never
let her go.
Ronin /}
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