Message-ID: <37416asstr$1027015803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@concentric.net> Errors-To: <news@concentric.net> X-Original-Path: news From: i_m_NightShade@hotmail.com (NightShade) X-Original-Message-ID: <ah4r3o$eg4@dispatch.concentric.net> Reply-To: i_m_NightShade@hotmail.com X-Newsposter: NNTP POWER-POST 2000 (Build 24c) - net-toys.8k.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 17 Jul 2002 22:29:12 GMT Subject: {ASSM} [RP] The President's Club (MF FF bond rom) [15/16] - TPClub15.txt (1/1) Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 14:10:03 -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/Year2002/37416> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar THE USUAL WARNINGS: This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or unnatural acts, or if you are underage, don't read any further. This story is a fantasy. You have to loosen your clench on reality a little when you read it. As is the case with most stories in this newsgroup, in this story all the women are beautiful; gravity has never touched their breasts nor wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the hero in this story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word. Most of all, strength of character doesn't stand a chance against any erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance. This is a tale in which physical acts and human responses are not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some acts and responses in this story may be physically impossible or physiologically improbable. That being said, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy. This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the things described in this story. You will injure yourself or your partner. Or be arrested, or shot by her father.... If you are under 18 years of age, go away. This story will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where you are, go away. By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that result from reading this story. You have been warned! If you're going to repost this, give me credit for it. If you're going to charge for others to read this, give me credit and some money, too. Fair's fair, no? That said, enjoy!....? NightShade The President's Club, Chapter 15 by NightShade first posted 4/97, revised 4/99 It was several months later that Sandi asked Karin to do a special session with her. They didn't do these special sessions often. They tended to last a long time, and both were drained emotionally, sexually and physically at the end of one of them. By tacit agreement, they didn't happen often. And that helped keep that special flavor to them. Sandi didn't give a reason for why she thought now would be a good time for a special session, but hinted she had a surprise. Karin wasn't really in the mood, but her friend was persuasive. Since the instigator was the `top' in these sessions, Karin knew that all she had to do was show up, at least initially. And it had been a long time.... Sandi had acquired a new restraint system for this session. The shrouded shapeless pile of equipment got several covert glances from Karin as Sandi slowly and teasingly prepared her for the session. She deliberated over each item of clothing she stripped from the passive Karin, stroking and petting each new area of exposed skin as she did, slowly bringing the pot to boil. Karin was now in the mood, i.e. horny and naked. Sandi moved her to the center of the large basement dungeon. She had pushed the bondage frame that was usually in the center up against the wall. First she placed a thick leather belt around Karin's calves, binding them tightly together. When it was securely in place, there were two small wide cuffs on each side on the outsides of her calves. With a teasing look directly into her eyes, Sandi put her hands on her friend's shoulders and urged her to her knees. She then pushed backwards on her shoulders until Karin toppled back. Sandi caught her and broke her fall. She laid her gently on her back, her legs bent back under her. Taking one wrist, Sandi pulled it down past the cuff on the calf belt until she could fasten the cuff tightly around her upper arm. Repeating that binding with the other arm left Karin arched in a painful bow on the floor, resting on her knees, shins, shoulders, and the back of her neck. Two additional straps fastened Karin's ankles to her upper arms right next to her armpits. A short spreader bar between her knees kept her knees spread apart, exposing her cunt to the open air. Metal fasteners from the D-rings in the straps were secured to rings set into the floor. That ensured she wouldn't tip over. Sandi looked the captive woman over carefully, until she was satisfied. Grinning at her friend with a mischievous, evil smile, they both knew Karin wasn't going anywhere. Sandi stuffed a cushion under her shoulders, relieving some of the strain on Karin's neck. "That better?" "Yes." Karin was beginning to feel the tremors of anticipation. She was terribly exposed in this position, the skin of her belly stretched tight. Sandi went over to the wall and selected a long buggy whip from the wall. It was one of the cruelest whips imaginable, especially when used on human flesh. The two women had it gotten for decoration only, not to use. It's visual impact was enough. Sandi liked the sound it made as it swished and cracked and snapped in the air. For what she wanted tonight, sound was all she needed. At first, anyway. She looped the wrist strap around her wrist and pulled it tight. She didn't want any accidents with this weapon. SNAP. Sandi let the long flexible whip crack just above Karin's exposed stomach, then settle softly on the untouched skin. The sensation was almost the same as a hard slash. Adrenaline coursed through both women's systems. "I had my Annual Performance Review today," Sandi started out casually. "Oh, really? How was it?" Karin thought it was strange to talk about something they would normally discuss over a glass of wine, but what the hell, she wasn't going anywhere. Actually, Karin now realized it was odd that she wasn't gagged. Normally there was no talking. They didn't need verbal abuse to get excited. Sandi was silent for a moment. When she did speak, it was with the quiet intensity of a person who was extremely angry. It was all an act, but she had had plenty of practice in her job. Good Cop, Bad Cop and all. "How dare you play with my career like a snot-nosed high school girl?" The whip snapped several times around the bound woman in emphasis. Karin's blood froze. She had discovered her meddling. "OH, SANDI," she wailed. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to help..." "So I couldn't do it by myself? Is that what you thought? You little BITCH!" "NO, NO, NO. I just wanted you to be happy. I did it for you." All this time, Sandi had been striding back and forth just inside Karin's field of vision. She brought the whip down several times on the floor, each time with a loud slap. She watched Karin's taut body tense with each slap. She was just getting ready to let Karin in on the joke and that she had known from the beginning that Karin was meddling, when she tripped. Her high heel caught on something and she started to fall. Forgetting about the whip, she put out her hand to catch herself. She didn't want to land on Karin while she was tied so rigidly. The additional weight could injure her neck, possibly seriously. The wrist strap kept the whip in her hand as she caught herself, and the heavy shaft of the whip came down with great force across the soft tender skin of Karin's lower stomach. Sandi didn't understand the scream she heard until she saw the blood oozing from the cut the whip had made. "Oh Karin, Honey, I'm sorry. It was an accident." Karin turned her head away from the woman and closed her eyes, steeling herself for another blow. She flinched at the very touch of Sandi's fingers. Sandi fumbled with the buckles and straps not being able to get them off of Karin fast enough. She got her to her feet and helped Karin into the bathroom they had installed in the cellar. There, she treated the cut with alcohol and a soft compress. She helped Karin upstairs to her bed and laid her down. Karin said nothing the whole time. She wouldn't even look at Sandi. Karin felt betrayed. Her friend, her lover, had struck her in anger. She had tricked her and savagely beat her. She didn't trust her anymore. She had lost another lover and she was all-alone again. She withdrew into herself and wept invisible tears. Sandi was devastated as well. She knew she was a good actress and that Karin hadn't known she was joking with her. She saw the empty look in Karin's eyes and it pierced her to her heart. She sat by Karin's bed all night watching the tortured sleep of her forlorn friend. She stayed by her bed all the next day and the next night, as well. Karin didn't move or speak. Sandi changed the dressings on the cut and made sure there would be no infection. The second day, Karin spoke to her in a dull lifeless voice. "I'll be OK. You need some sleep." Sandi burst out crying. She had held off until now, but now the flood started and she wailed and begged for forgiveness. Karin felt a twinge of sadness for her friend. She realized now it had been an accident, but it shouldn't even have happened. The aggressor had to be in control. She couldn't completely trust Sandi anymore, not in that special way. She would miss that. Karin reached out a hand for Sandi's hand. "It's OK. I forgive you, Sandi. But ... never again." Those words thrilled Sandi and cut her to the quick at the same time. She bent down and kissed Karin's hand. "I got promoted. To Captain. It's about five years early. The Commissioner said that I am in line to be the first female Commissioner in the city's history." She pulled a small box from her blouse pocket. "I'm sorry I spoiled the surprise. It was supposed to be a surprise for you for all your help. I couldn't have done it without you. You have to know that." "I didn't know you felt that way," Karin replied. She took the offered gift. "Thank you." She paused. "How did you find out I helped get you the job?" Sandi paused. "I'm a cop, Karin. Our careers are fixed in stone from the day we leave the Academy, unless we screw up or solve the Mother of all crimes. I had done neither. Therefore, someone had to have helped me. You're the only one who cared enough to help." "Oh." She thought a minute. "Why didn't you say something?" "You were having too much fun enjoying your little secret. I didn't want to spoil it for you." Tears welled up in Sandi's eyes. "I'm sorry I spoiled it for you now." Karin reached up and pulled her tired friend into the bed with her. Sandi snuggled into her side and cried herself to sleep. Karin stroked her hair and pondered the loss of the innocence between them. She wondered if they would ever get it back or if it was something that, once lost, was gone forever. Sandi never raised the subject of restraint or pain again, although she was surprised when Karin continued to hostess the Special Assignments with her and Ben with as much care and attention as before. She realized the depth of the love Karin had for her and the pain she must have caused her. The gift box sat unopened on her dressing table for a long time. Sandi and Karin continued to share each other's beds regularly, but now they were separate people looking for different things. The small box caught Karin's attention one afternoon while Sandi was out. She picked it up and turned it over in her hand. There was a slight rattle inside. She opened it up and saw a beautiful diamond name plate on a necklace. On one side was the word 'Karin' and on the other 'Sam.' It must have cost several thousand dollars with all the diamonds on it. She was touched. She picked it up and tried it on. To her surprise, it didn't even go half way around her neck. Maybe it was supposed to be a bracelet. Nope. Too big. Karin was stumped. She looked at the ends closer and saw they both had sliding latches. It hit her suddenly and she giggled. She pulled up her top and hooked one latch to the gold ring on her right nipple. She pulled the chain over to attach it to the other ring. It didn't quite reach and she had to pull both nipples in towards the middle. The latch slid securely closed over the second ring. Her tits looked a little cross-eyed in the mirror, but the effect on her nipples was incredible. It was like an electric shock with every move, each breath. She gave a little bounce and experienced a mild climax. Pulling her top down over her cross-eyed tits, she waited impatiently until Sandi got home. A happier Karin rushed to Sandi's arms and kissed her when she came in the door. "Well, 'Hi Honey I'm home' to you, too, lover," she laughed. "It's beautiful. The chain. Thank you." "You like it?" "Yes." "Does it...?" "Ooooohhhhh yyyeeesss!" Sandi was silent. "I want some rings, too." Now Karin was silent. "Sam. Sam can't help. Maybe Ben?" "Ben? You won't..." She stopped at the look of pain in her friends eyes. "I could help him, show him how...?" "Do you think I should?" "If you want it." Sandi nodded. It was settled. ------------------------------------------------ The next Special Assignment was not only hosted by Karin but directed by her, too. Sandi was already strung up in the dungeon when Ben arrived. Her tits were to be the focus of this session and they were prominently on display, forced out and up by a special corset with high half cups underneath her breasts. Ben came in and whistled. He turned, expecting Karin to leave, but she didn't leave. Instead she handed him a sturdy whip. "Her tits only, today." He nodded silently and complied. Her tits were a rosy hue when he was done with the whip. Karin handed him another, stiffer whip. He looked at her questioningly. She nodded curtly for him to proceed. Again he complied. With vigor. If this was what his love wanted, he would do it. A third whip turned her breasts into two inflamed masses of tissue. He turned to Karin. She handed him something else, which he mistook as another whip. "No. No more. I won't do it. And I won't let you, either." He made a move to protect Sandi. "It's not a whip, Ben. She wants you to put your mark on her. Like my love did to me." Karin brushed her blouse aside and exposed the tiny gold ring. Ben blushed at her nakedness and looked away. It was too personal. He took the piercer from her hand. His hand trembled slightly as he hefted it, feeling its weight in his hand. He took a deep breath and steeled himself. "Give me a ring." Karin handed him one. He walked over and held up the ring so Sandi could see. "Lady X, my love, is this what you want?" The hooded head nodded 'Yes.'" Ben held the piercer up to the erect nipple closest to him. He didn't wait and terrorize her, but squeezed it quickly. The scream could be heard clearly through the gag and the hood. He gasped at the sounds he heard coming from her. He paled at her pain. This was more than he wanted to do. He slipped the gold ring through the fresh hole. He glanced at Karin for support. She nodded. He repeated the procedure on the other nipple. After slipping the ring on her other nipple, he had to excuse himself. He went out into the bathroom outside and threw up. Karin waited patiently for him to get back. Sandi was half-delirious and had not noticed his absence. Karin would never tell her. But she thought it was touching, if wimpy. Sam had not vomited, she thought proudly. Ben slipped back in the dungeon quietly. Karin smiled at him and indicated the dazed Lady X. He nodded his thanks. "Is that all?" "Not quite." "Somehow, I didn't think so." Karin explained what else was needed. Ben started to bolt for the door. "Ben!" He turned. "This was her idea, not mine." He waited. "Please, Ben. For her." He nodded, reluctantly. "You better be telling me the truth, or I swear I'll rip your tits off by those rings." Karin held her hands out to him in a submissive gesture. "I will stay by your side until you are convinced of her happiness. You may bind me if you wish." She waited, her hands held quietly in front of her, palms together. Ben shook his head. He took the hot iron Karin had prepared and placed a drop of solder, one on the split in each ring, sealing them shut. He was crying as he did it. They let down the newly ringed woman together. Karin applied an alcohol wipe to both wounds to prevent infection. Sandi lay recovering on the dungeon floor. She looked at the two anxious faces peering down at her. She touched the tips of her breasts lightly. She felt the rings. A shudder ran through her body. She took Ben's hands in hers and placed them lightly over her tits. She emphatically nodded her head 'Yes'. He looked at Karin, nodded and motioned for her to leave them alone. Before she left, she whispered to him, "Be gentle with them, but don't ignore them, or she'll hate you. ...Good luck, lover boy." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- End of chapter I hope you enjoyed it. :) All my published works are archived and can be read or downloaded free at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/authors/NightShade/ Comments to: i_m_nightshade@hotmail.com ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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