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Subject: {ASSM} Donna's project story (1of1, FM, F-sub, shave, cons, hum, toys)
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##### WARNING #####
The following contains material of a sexually explicit nature. Do not
read any further if you are under the legal age in the state/country in
which you reside. This story is meant for ADULTS ONLY and is a work of
fiction. If you're not of legal age. EXIT NOW.
COPYRIGHT 1999. As the authors of the following story, we claim all
rights in accordance with international copyright laws. These rights are
claimed legally by us under the pseudonyms of Mark, Marie and Donna. All
rights are reserved, including the reproduction of it in any form on the
net or elsewhere without the written permission of the copyright owners,
who may be contacted by E-mailing nexuswilson@nightmail.com
Donna's Story (FM, F-sub, shave, cons, hum, toys)
Mark and Marie Kneeling at the front door, just clear of the doormat, I
wonder yet again whether I have made a horrible mistake. I have carried
out the instructions to the last detail. I am naked and facing away from
the door, which is unlatched and will open with the slightest push from the
hall outside. My blindfold is in position and I can see absolutely
nothing. I know the strange collection of accessories he has requested are
waiting in the specified places. I have been here 10 minutes now and my
knees are starting to ache. I feel incredibly vulnerable, but my body is
excited as never before, like being high on some sort of stimulating drug,
my nerves ready to overload me with a mass of confused signals at the
slightest input to my system. The combination of the cool air here in the
hall and the excitement of anticipation has my nipples erect and I can feel
that my pussy lips are engorged and swollen between my widely parted
thighs, which are also starting to ache a little. I am just contemplating
moving to a comfier position until he arrives when I here steps on the
stairs outside. They are heavy, confident steps of a man who knows where
he is going. He strides purposefully across the landing and I feel panic
suddenly rise. Maybe it is not him, it could be anyone. I have few
visitors but if one should happen by in this particular half hour it would
hardly rate as the greatest coincidence of all time, would it. In a way
that reminds me of tales of peoples lives flashing by their eyes in times
of dire peril I see a thousand consequences of my foolishness in an
instant, but it is done now, too late to escape the predicament into which
I have put myself, and I seem to be rooted by fear anyway, my mind suddenly
overloaded and unable to issue any concerted commands to my quivering
limbs. In another instant I hear the sharp rap on the door which causes it
to swing open wide, and feel the cool breath of air fall in from the hall
over my exposed rear.
Donna My whole life of the last 2 months has been building up towards
this moment, right from the first E-mail. Although we have not exchanged
pictures over the net I have a picture of him in my mind. I wonder if I
will actually get to see him. Perhaps if I have made a bad enough mistake
I will never see anything again! I think that unlikely though, in my more
rational moments. After all we must have exchanged over 30 E-mails now so
I have seen quite a lot of his character from that and the profile for him
at alt.com. He says he gets his pleasure from his partners pleasure and
prefers not to cause pain, but as I pointed out, there really cannot be
true pleasure without a little pain for a true submissive like myself, can
there. We have explored my limits in detail, but I cannot help wondering
whether he wants to be sure to push me to the limit without taking me over,
or is it all merely a smoke screen. I know from some of the props I have
placed through the flat that I will be completely helpless in the hands of
a man I have never met. I also know that he is a devious bastard from some
of the other props. I have not the faintest idea why he should require
some of them, for instance the 100ml spray can of hair spray. He knows I
have very short hair, not enough to style. I even reminded him in my last
communication and asked if he had forgotten, but he merely replied that I
would get a little something extra for daring to suggest that he might not
know what he was doing! Now the moment of my undoing is upon me and I can
feel his presence a doors width behind me making me wait, knowing the door
is wide open and anyone who happened to walk by would also see what he can
see, probably more as he must be to close to see under the curve of my
lower back to my private parts which would be in view from further away.
The moment stretches out and my mind races as he is still silent. I hear
him breathing and a slight shuffling but he is not coming closer. I can
feel his eyes tracking over my exposed back and as his clothing rustles I
imagine him swaying to either side to admire the swell and curve of my
moderately sized but firm and pert breasts. My nerves are on fire as the
moment stretches towards infinity, until I finally hear him draw a long
breath...
"Electric Company Madam. I've come to read the meter. Perhaps I should
do a few of the other apartments further up first and then call back"?
Mark and Marie I panic. Trepidation becomes shame in an instant. I do
not know what to do. Stand up and expose more of myself? Stay where I am
and hope the ground will swallow me up? I stutter out that it might be
best if he returns in a while as my wits slowly start to sort themselves
out and make to shuffle off towards the kitchen where I know a housecoat
will give me the sanctuary I so desperately need, but as I begin to move
something hard jabs into my back between the shoulder-blades forcing me
forwards onto all fours with a brief exclamation of shock and surprise.
"Who gave you permission to move? Down on your elbows. NOW!
Straighten your legs. Push your bottom up. Legs further apart."
Donna He barks out the orders and I struggle to obey, unable to think
straight. My face is grinding into the carpet as I fight to achieve and
maintain the position he wants. I remember the door is still open and feel
the flush of embarrassment and trepidation return. Suddenly the cold shaft
of the stick which pushed me down is rubbing against the insides of my
thighs. Slowly it runs up one side, then down the other. I can hear
children running somewhere. The stick pulls away. My whole body is
quivering from a mixture of fear and the strain of holding this unnatural
position. Suddenly it is there, the cold, and wet, obviously lubricated,
end of the stick pressing right into my anus. I instinctively fight the
sudden, shocking intruder but it presses in harder and harder. Just as I
feel the ring of muscles about to give way it is withdrawn. I sigh with
relief and my whole body sags as I hear the door being pushed closed. Now
I am sure it must be him for so perfectly respecting the limit I laid down.
Mark and Marie "Move! Get to the bathroom now!"
Donna He barks out the orders again and I rush to obey, but he
immediately pushes me down to the floor, the stick prodding hard into the
small of my back. I slither along, the stick keeping my belly in firm
contact with the floor. The hall carpet is the rough, hard-wearing variety
and it is giving my knees and the inside of my elbows some discomfort, but
I am soon past it and entering the bathroom. Unsure what to do next, but
feeling that stopping without being told would be a bad move I keep going
until my head hits the side of the bath. The stick lifts away and I take
this as a sign to keep going and slither up the side of the bath, over the
edge, and am just about to slide right in when I feel the stick on my
shoulder. I stop and the stick moves away and I immediately feel it
pushing my legs apart. I know he can see everything, including the fact
that I am aroused. The blood is rushing to my head and I feel slightly
light headed. I hear him pull up the chair he asked for in the bathroom
and sit down. I do not know whether to feel relieved or cheated after all
the hours I have spent wondering what would happen to me when I was tied to
the chair. It seemed inevitable and my mind had conjured up dozens of
scenarios, each more lurid than the last. The pile of rope must still be
laying unused against the wall and he is just sitting on the chair looking
at me. I am almost starting to feel angry about it when he tells me to
turn over. I roll over along the side of the bath. My shoulders are
jammed against the far side of the bath with my head twisted to the side.
My coccyx is against the other side of the bath, my legs sticking up in the
air, their lower (or should that be upper now?) halves dangling from the
knees. If you cannot imagine how uncomfortable this is then I suggest you
go and try it!
Mark and Marie I am just thinking that I will not be able to hold this
position for more than a few minutes when a strong hand grips my right
ankle. He must have moved while I was scrabbling around in the bath trying
to turn over. A towel is swiftly wrapped around my ankle, then I feel
ropes against my legs and knots being tied around the towel. It takes just
seconds, he is a very fast worker, and then the left ankle gets the same
treatment. He lets go of my feet and I hear noises. I cannot figure out
what is going on. A piece of rope falls down my stomach. Then it is taken
off again. More noises from above me. Suddenly I realise what is about to
happen and as I do so the weight comes off my back as my feet are pulled up
and apart. He has me hanging upside-down from the shower curtain rail, but
with a fair bit of weight still on my shoulders, which is just as well as I
suspect the rail would not take my full weight. Something is stopping me
from pulling my legs back together, but I cannot tell what it is, and I
cannot imagine what it could be either as the rail is completely smooth as
far as I recollect, with no suitable end fittings for tying things too
either. This is exceeding almost everything I had in mind with the chair
and I suddenly feel incredibly vulnerable, a feeling he obviously expects
as I feel him blow gently over my totally exposed and stretched apart
vulva. Then he goes away.
Donna I am just realising that my thighs contain a few muscles I had
previously been unaware of when he returns and packs an armful of cushions
around my head, shoulders and back. It helps immediately and, although not
in any way comfortable, I feel I could now manage for a fair while. Then
he runs his hands all over the inside of my thighs, moving on, first
between them, where I can feel his fingers slipping over my moist lips, and
them further over and onto my bush, which he rubs slowly before starting to
pull odd hairs in a gentle and teasing way. He is slowly but surely making
me forget my fears and apprehensiveness as I concentrate on my pubic hair,
wondering where the next delicate tug will come and hoping it will be
closer to my cunt, almost willing him to end this maddening exercise and
get there, which is where I want him. I can see him in my minds eye
pushing a finger straight down into my cunt, then two, then three, four,
his entire fist. I feel so wet that I am sure I could take it and I
definitely want it. My mind has run away ahead of reality again and he is
swift to bring me back down. The tugging of my hair stops and there is a
pause.
"You know, I really don't like all this messy hair on a woman".
Mark and Marie What the hell does he mean by that? He always said he
liked it neatly trimmed, and it is. I did it last night, and I used a
mirror so I know it looks good from all angles, even the rather unexpected
one he is viewing from, and I even shaved off all the fluffy bits round the
back, and the bikini line. Then he is off, moving quickly, rooting through
the bathroom cabinet, then back to my mound. Snip, snip, snip. Instantly
I realise he is cutting my pubes, before I even feel the clumps of hair
rolling down my belly and onto my breasts. I am really panicking now. I
love my pubic hair, this is what makes me a real woman who knows her way in
life. I love to see the contrast of the thick, dark growth against my
light skin and know it is one of my best features. Only now it is all
going, in fact it is almost gone already. I struggle but only succeed in
swaying around a bit. A strong arm wraps around me and holds me back tight
against the side of the bath. Now I can feel the cold metal as the blades
are pressed against the skin to take off the last wisps and know it is too
late. Then I realise that I could have said something, but it did not even
occur to me at the time. I feel as if I have lost a battle with myself
before I even realised I was having it. I relax and let him finish.
Donna He has moved to the sink, I can hear the tap running. Then he is
back and a warm, wet flannel is sloshed over my upturned stubble, followed
by something wet and creamy. He is obviously going to shave me but the
last two millimetres would make no difference anyway, except I will itch a
bit as it grows back, so I am not concerned about it. In fact his hands
sliding over me are incredibly erotic and I turn back on instantly, adding
my own secretions to the lubrication. I know everything is opening up to
his touch. He is a little over zealous in his application, sliding fingers
in and over my gaping portal where no hair has ever grown. He knows the
effect he is having on me and I am breathing in gasps as I get close,
finding it difficult to get enough air with my head twisted over and
forward like this. Of course he stops just as I am on the brink, as I knew
he would, and then he is swiftly shaving away, presumably with the razor I
keep by the bath for my legs and armpits. The feel of the razor and his
strong hands holding me steady keep me on the boil, and then he starts to
pull gently at the lips to shave over their outer areas. Soon I am gasping
for air again and heaving against him. Now and again a finger brushes my
clit but he definitely has the measure of my arousal, slowing down as I get
close, or going off to the sink to make a big show of cleaning the razor
out. He seems to spend an age on it, first stroking one way, then the
other, until the tension in my shoulders is beginning to overcome the
feelings of pleasure. Then, in a completely unexpected move as he returns
from the sink, something about an inch in diameter is pushed down into my
cunt as his tongue suddenly wriggles around my anus and a finger rubs on my
clit. Every muscle in my body locks instantly and within seconds I am
coming and coming and coming. He is wiggling the thing in my cunt around
so I can feel it swivelling around deep inside me and I just cannot get
enough air and I cannot believe I am still coming. Something has to give
and finally my muscles fail me and I am hanging limply by the ankles, my
upper body in a crumpled heap, panting for breath and only half aware of my
surroundings.
Mark and Marie I can hear a clicking sound. I can sense him moving
around me, and the clicking, along with faint flashes of light coming into
the sides of the blindfold, almost as if he were taking pic...
Donna Oh my God, he is taking pictures of me. Hanging upside-down from
my shower rail covered in shaving residue, except my sex which is
completely open to view and still impaled with something large and smooth
and embarrassing. I instinctively put my hands up to cover myself and pull
the intruder out and hear the camera go again before he swats my hands
away, then pulls them back down. I realise he now has a picture that will
look like I am masturbating with that giant thing in me. I can feel my
face flushing crimson as I take some weight back onto my arms to relieve my
back and legs. What the hell is he going to do with the pictures anyway,
the local developer certainly will not process them. Maybe he does this
all the time and sells them to a magazine, or one of those porn sites on
the web I never had the courage to pay the subscription on. I suddenly
feel very glad I chose plain tiles for the bathroom when I had it done.
And that I must be almost unrecognisable in this position with my face
scrunched up and my hair everywhere. Then the thing is suddenly withdrawn,
my vagina making a loud plop sound as he whips it out, and he is untying
me. As my legs come down I slide down into the bath, gratefully flexing my
muscles and feeling my new smoothness. I am still sorry it has all gone
but there is no denying that there is a certain erotic thrill from feeling
the silky skin there, and knowing it is all open to the view. Mark and
Marie The shower comes on and plays up my legs and over my body. A flannel
lands on me and I dutifully wash away the detritus of my shaving. I feel
like I could lay here for an hour just letting him play the warm water over
me but he is soon pulling me up and handing me a towel. It is surprisingly
difficult to dry myself and balance after being upside-down for so long,
and I almost fall as I try to step out of the bath but he is there to catch
me. I find the chair and sit to dry my feet and wonder what will be next,
for I know there will be more. I am feeling quite satisfied sexually and
have rarely felt the need to go on with my own pleasure after my orgasm,
but I already know today will be different. Momentarily I think of
removing the mask and looking at him, but the impulse washes away
immediately as he gently pulls me to my feet and guides me from the room.
Donna I know we are headed for the kitchen. His strong arms lift me up
onto the work surface as though I were a child and I feel myself land on
the cushion I had to leave there. Now I feel him pushing two kitchen
chairs behind my legs. I settle my soles onto the seats and then he is
tying my legs their backs and I have this wild vision of myself being made
to walk around using the chairs like stilts, but of course I am wrong
again. He takes my right hand and I feel him tying something, it can only
be one of the two boot laces I had so much trouble buying last week, to my
thumb. Next he does the same to the other hand. I expect him to tie them
to the chairs as well but he raises my arms and ties each off to one the
handles on the top row of cupboards, as far apart as my arms will stretch.
He adjusts my position, pushing my shoulders back against the cupboards,
then sliding my bum forward until it is just not quite slipping off. The
chairs he pulls apart, my legs going with them. I know I am completely
exposed and directly opposite the kitchen window, and feel very thankful
that I remembered to close the blind, only as I think that I get that
familiar sinking feeling. It is already dark and if he opens that blind I
will be not just on show to my neighbours, but positively illuminated!
Surely he would not do that to me, would he? I mean private humiliation is
one thing but nobody could survive that kind of public degradation. I
would have to move, and a long way, and that would mean a new job, new
friends, new...
Mark and Marie I was starting to panic again but he has not gone to the
blinds. He is leaving the room. I can hear something going on in the hall
but cannot make out what he is doing. After a while he returns and I
distinctly hear him put something onto the floor in the far corner, then he
fiddles around with it a bit. I do not have the faintest idea what he is
doing and the anticipation is starting to get to me. The back of my bum is
getting a bit sore as well and I shuffle around just a little to take the
weight onto my feet slightly more, and almost jump out of my bonds as
something cold and hard and smooth touches right onto my open pussy. He
must have waited till I moved and used it to cover his own movement.
Seconds later I am just coming back down to earth when he switches it on.
It is a vibrator and it sends me racing towards orgasm in seconds. I have
the whole lewd scene in my minds eye and it is driving my crazy. He starts
to tease, applying less and less pressure so I am forced to arch my body
forward. The cushion slips away from beneath me. I am desperately close
already, but still he pulls it away until I am stood on the chairs
thrusting my hips forward with my upper body stretched over backwards
towards where my thumbs are still secured. Now the vibrator is so far out
that I cannot stay in constant contact and can only reach it by thrusting
out. I am seconds away from what I know will be a fantastic orgasm when he
switches it off. I thrust out wildly a couple more times, but nothing
happens and I slump back onto the bench. I feel horny to the point of
desperation but he moves away. The light clicks off, then I hear the
blinds move. I feel shame and humiliation but my pussy is flooding. He is
moving quickly now and I feel the vibrator pushed quickly up into my
wetness, but realise straight away it is the wrong shape for a vibrator, it
must be the hair spray I had to leave here. I do not care, I am coming
with a vengeance now, my minds eye outside looking in at the scene in my
kitchen, although I know nobody would see anything really with the lights
off. Still it is plenty enough to take me crashing over the top, but as
the first wave hits me he presses the button and I hear the click of a
lighter. There is a loud hiss and a whoosh as it ignites. The combination
of the sudden chilling of the can inside me, the bloom of heat up the front
of my body, the danger, and the sure knowledge that I am lit up like a guy
on bonfire night sends my orgasm onto a whole new level I never new
existed. I come with such force that the can is expelled like a shell from
a gun and crashes off across the floor. My leg muscles lock out with
enough force to take the chairs out from beneath me, but he is there to
catch me before I dangle on my thumbs, thank goodness. As I come back from
'la petite mort' I hear the blinds move again and realise my head hurts
where I have hit it on the cupboards behind me! He gently massages my
pussy and clit with one hand giving me delightful little aftershocks as I
feel the other undoing my thumbs, while his feet push the chairs back to a
more comfortable position.
Donna It becomes apparent that a rest break has been called. I hear him
rummaging in the cupboards and I am fed a few biscuits and some orange
juice. He does not ask what I would like, just assumes I will like what I
have, but the orange juice would have been my choice at least. I start to
wonder what if anything I should do but he says nothing and I decide to
play safe, although I shuffle around a little to relieve the ache in my
bum. He is obviously having a bit of a nose around in my flat. It suddenly
occurs to me that I would be angry with anyone else who did that, even a
relative, but with him I do not even care enough to think about it until he
is well into it.
Mark and Marie After a while he helps me down from my perch and leads me
through to the bedroom and guides me onto the bed, which I recall is where
the lipstick is. I soon find out why as he begins to apply it while I lay
on my back. After about twenty seconds it becomes apparent why he wanted
so many shades. I had assumed it would be so he could decide which colour
suited but he is actually using them to draw all over the front of my body,
moving in quick, confidant strokes. My nipples become erect again as he
does my breasts and I am getting distinctly turned on as he moves further
down my body. I feel slightly disappointed as he pays no particularly
special attention between my legs but carries on drawing down my thighs.
Now he begins shading in, stopping frequently to change sticks and moving
around my body at random. I start to get slightly bored and feel slightly
relieved when he finishes and pulls gently to guide me off the bed without
damaging his handiwork. I am made to stand for the sides to be done and
feel quite relieved that he does not bother to do the back. I wonder what
I must look like and what he can be getting out of this, although I can
tell he is getting something out of it by the hardness which touches
occasionally against my lower body. If only I was not blindfolded I could
see the entire effect in the wardrobe mirror door. At last he is finished
and I am moved into a variety of positions to be photographed. I have
rather lost interest but do my best to do justice to the poses he puts me
in. Finally he pulls me back to the bed and carefully helps me onto my
back, positioning my legs and arms as wide apart as possible. Fiddling
around my right wrist, he asks me to test the bonds. I catch on quickly
for once and pull against the imaginary bonds. He does the same at each
corner. Obviously I have gained his trust as this is quite a
responsibility, and I wonder what he might do to test my resolve to respect
my 'bonds'. I can hear him moving around to the end of the bed, followed
by shuffling noises. I hear the camera shutter again, high up this time,
and realise he must be stood on a high stool from the kitchen. For several
minutes I am confused by quiet shuffling sounds and creaks from the stool.
He is obviously moving, but what is he doing? My lips feel a bit dry and I
lick them, causing a soft moan from above me. Suddenly all is clear as I
realise that I had my fun in the kitchen and it is his turn now. I start
to put on what I hope is a good show of struggling against my pretend
bonds, thrusting my hips up at him and generally being in ecstasy. He
rewards my efforts with much panting and groaning followed in what seems
like under 30 seconds by a series of little splashes all over my body. I
feel sure I must have done well as his best shot hits the underside of my
right breast.
Donna Without warning the bed explodes into a paroxysm of bouncing,
recoiling bedsprings as he collapses down onto it, thankfully avoiding me
with legs and arms landing all around me. His body weight crushes down
onto me, quickly but controlled. Instinctively I pull my arms and legs in
to protect myself and he begins to smear himself against me, using his legs
and arms to push my own back out to their respectful positions, then
smearing them as well. My physical response to his firm rubbing of my
splashed and smeared body is inevitable given that I have now been in an
intensely sexual situation but without any real sexual contact for some
time now and his thigh soon finds the new source of lubricant for his
messing. He eaches down and wets his whole hand, slathering it up and down
my slit, before transferring it to my breasts. I push up trying to grind
my sex against him and succeeding brilliantly. He takes another handful
and massages it hard into my face, pushing my head firmly down into the bed
to complete the ruination of his artwork before slamming his rock hard cock
straight up me. I force my wrists and ankles down into the bed and thrust
hard back up at him, amazed that I can take him so easily. I wonder how
much sensation he is getting with me being so liquid. He does not seem
concerned as he powers repeatedly into me while gripping my upper arms
tightly. His sudden show of controlled masculinity is too much and after a
mere fifteen strokes or so I cannot stop myself climaxing hard and letting
out a long, low moan. I keep thrusting as much as I can for his benefit
and am rewarded by his own orgasm only taking another few thrusts.
Mark & Marie For a while he lays collapsed and unmoving on top of me,
but senses as I begin to feel discomfort and takes his weight back before
beginning to caress me. I just lay there feeling loved and relaxed. After
a while he withdraws his softening cock, catches the sperm leaking out in
his hand and adds it to the mess already covering my body, slathering it
all over again. After a while he kisses me very gently on the lips, but is
gone before I can return the kiss. He leaves me laying on the bed ondering
if more is to follow, but after about ten minutes of various sounds from
around the house I hear him leave and go to the mirror, removing the
blindfold. I am pretty sure what I expect to see, but am still somewhat
surprised by the hideous mess I see, and hurry off to the shower, wondering
how he can get off from doing that to me. But then I consider how many
women would get off on what worked for me tonight and the fact that he came
twice in under ten minutes. I soon discover the combination of my ultra
slick body, the memories of what has happened, the scrubbing, and every
woman's friend the adjustable shower head, ensure one last orgasm for the
day. Eventually it is all off and I dry before collapsing into a hastily
remade bed.
Donna Four days later I get an e-mail apologising for him not turning
up! He fell off his motorbike and broke his collarbone. Can we reschedule
in about five weeks time? He has me going for about twenty seconds, before
I realise it is just his mind games. I wonder what amazing new pleasures
he has dreamed up that he wants to try on his return. I know he enjoyed
our games but it is somehow comforting to have this confirmation. Then I
remember the envelope I threw on the pile with all the other bills this
morning. I stare blankly at the screen for at least a minute with that
horrible sinking feeling welling in the pit of my stomach. Finally I drag
myself away to the kitchen and force myself to open it with rapidly
increasing trepidation. My worst fears are confirmed. During the
remainder of the day I read it at least five times but no matter how hard I
look there is still no mention of the meter reading being estimated on my
electricity bill.
THE END
Mark and Marie have started a project. We offer others the chance to
write other versions of this story with us, in the same way Donna has done.
To start a story or comment e-mail nexuswilson@nightmail.com Further
details and 2 more completed stories are available at
www.pornoz.com/alterotica Donna joined to write this story. Donna does not
wish to communicate in any way with other parties. That's not her real
name either and we don't know what it is. She is english, but lives in
Hawaii somewhere.
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