Message-ID: <25084asstr$963166216@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: gxsn.com!not-for-mail From: mark <nexuswilson@nightmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <39673B74.9F96AE13@nightmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} Donna's project story (1of1, FM, F-sub, shave, cons, hum, toys) Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2000 14:10:16 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25084> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin ##### 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. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+