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Subject: {ASSM} Creamy Bondage (F+/M)
Date: Thu,  6 Mar 2003 15:10:05 -0500
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Story: Creamy Bondage (F+/M)

I entered the nondescript office suite and pressed the buzzer.  I
heard a click and the door unlocked.  I turned the latch and entered.
A blonde haired female with glasses and large brown eyes looked up and
smiled.

"Let me see your membership card," she crisply said.

I silently pulled out the card and handed it to her.  She looked at
it, and then at me for a few seconds.  She handed it back to me and
typed something at her keyboard and peered at the monitor screen.

"You haven't seen Mistress Donna yet, have you?" she asked.

"N-no, I don't recall having seen her," I replied.

"I think you might like her," the large-eyed girl said.  She wore a
name tag that said "EMILY".  The she picked up the phone and pressed a
few numbers and after a moment said, "Joanie, come up here.  I have a
client to prepare."  She listened for a moment, then giggled, and hung
up.

A couple minutes later another girl entered, and Emily got up and told
me to follow her.  We walked down a hallway and into another room.
The room was furnished with a padded table, cabinets, and a bathroom
off to the side.

"Strip, now," Emily directed.  Everything off, and then stand in the
center of this room with your hands up behind your head.  I'll go get
Mistress Donna."

I felt silly standing naked all alone in the center of the room.  I
stayed like that a few minutes and then heard voices.  Emily and
another woman stood in front of me.

The contrast between the two women was amazing.  Emily, a blonde woman
with eyeglasses, a white uniform with white sneakers; Donna, a taller
brunette (actually, beautiful reddish brown hair) with a white blouse,
short black skirt, black heels, and a non-nonsense air about her.  She
held a manila folder and frequently alternated her attention between
its contents and me.  I could not help gazing at her beautiful bare
legs.  They were smooth and firm.

Donna noticed that, and with a hint of a smile, asked, "Do you like
what you see?"

"Yes... yes ma'am." I replied.  I felt a certain chemistry between me
and Miss Donna.  I felt that she liked me, and I know that I liked
her.  The fact of a domme liking a client frequently means that she is
more severe with him than she is with others.

"Okay, Emily," she said, after another pause.  "I want you to give him
two enemas, bathe him, bind him to the post, and insert an inflatable
butt plug.  In that order.  Then let me know."

"Yes, miss Donna," Emily said as Donna turned to leave the room.

"Get up on the table and lie on your tummy while I fix your enema,"
Emily directed.  I anxiously waited the several minutes for the
bespectacled blonde to prepare my enema.  I had received enemas at
this clinic previously, and they are not easy.  The idea of taking
more than two quarts nonstop while the giver ignores your pleas for
relief, is arousing outside the session, but it's very difficult while
it's happening.

"Okay, we're about ready," Emily gleefully said while placing the
bulging enema bag on the stainless steel stand.  "I've got two full
quarts of warm sudsy enema for you.  Let's get that nozzle inside...
Okay, now, you're going to take it all."

She pushed the long, wide nozzle into me and I heard the click of the
hose clamp being released.  Some jets of water spurted into me, and
then a constant stream.

I gripped the edges of the table as I lay there with the sudsy
solution inexorably intruding.  About a half minute into the flow, I
felt extremely full.

"AHHHH-AHHHHH!" I exclaimed as a cramp gripped me.  I twisted and
writhed.  Emily simply stood by, her hands on her hips, and observed.

"OH, I'm full!" I said as the enema relentlessly coursed inside me.  A
cramp evoked more squirming and exclaiming from me about every thirty
seconds.

When the bag was nearly empty, Emily placed her hands on it and gave a
squeeze to get the last bit of enema solution out.

"AHHH!" I nearly shouted as a few more ounces intruded.

"Now you must retain your enema for a few minutes," she said sweetly.
"Here, turn over on your back."

She helped me rock back and forth, which alleviated the internal
cramping.  Finally she told me to get rid of the enema.  About twenty
minutes later I was back on the table getting my second enema - this
time on my back.  Emily told me she put as much water as she could
into the bag this time.  It went in a bit easier, although I still got
very full and experienced cramping.  Emily lightly brushed the insides
of my thighs with her slender fingers as I retained the enema.  After
a suitable retention period I got rid of the enema again.

Emily led me to another room and stripped down to her panties.  Then
she had me lie on a specially built table which was configured for the
purpose of taking a shower on it.  Emily put on some rubber shoes
(they nicely showed off her bare legs) and turned on the water that
came from a hand-held sprayer.  The sprayer had different settings,
easily changed with one hand - one setting resulted in a pleasantly
scented soap and water mixture, another setting was for rinsing.

She got a sponge and sprayed me all over my front side with the soap
solution, and then washed me.  She sprayed more soapy water on my now
erect cock and testicles, and used her hands to clean them instead of
the sponge.  That felt good.  Then I got on my tummy and she scrubbed
my back, legs, and buttocks.  After that, she made a deliberate point
of working the soapy water with her hands, in the intimate parts of my
backside.  I squirmed in pleasure as she kept feeling and teasing back
there.  Then she rinsed me down.

I dried myself, and Emily led me into an adjoining room.  It was one
of the several bondage rooms in the clinic.  She led me to a wooden
floor-to-ceiling post and told me to put my arms around it.  The post
was about fourteen inches in diameter.  I hugged the post, and she put
wrist cuffs on me and clipped them in place.  Then she secured a
binding strap around my waist and tightened it.

"Now for the butt plug," Emily remarked.  She lubricated me with her
finger, and then slowly inserted a plug that felt rather hard.

"Ahhh-AAAAAAH!" I exclaimed when she shoved the widest part past my
sphincter.  She attached a short length of tubing to the plug and let
the squeeze bulb hang down.

"There we go," she said.  "Now the fun begins.  I'll go get Miss
Donna."

A few minutes later I heard the door open and close, and then Mis
Donna's voice.

"He's really hugging that post.  Must be because he likes it.  He's
going to look like he's fucking it before long, when I use him with my
strap-on."  Then I felt the butt plug expand inside me.

"Ohhhh!"

"He's a moaner, Emily.  Do you like the way he moans?"

"Yes ma'am. I do!"

"Please bring my strap-on."

Miss Donna stepped around to where I could see her if I looked to one
side.  She unfastened her short skirt and handed it to Emily, and
grasped the harness with its probe.  I could not help noticing the
fullness of her reddish-brown pubic hair.  Miss Donna noticed that as
she stepped into the harness.  Her rather thick gel probe dangled from
between her hips.  She made the adjustments and asked Emily to get the
lubricant and stand by.  Then she deflated the butt plug and withdrew
it.  It was sweet relief not to have the inflated plug there, even
though I knew I'd soon have something else there.

I felt something small enter me and then a squirt of liquid, which I
guessed was lubricant.  A moment later Donna's feminine hands spread
my nether cheeks.  She positioned the tip of the probe at my sphincter
and shoved it in a couple of inches.

"Ahhh!"

Her hands firmly grasped my hips.  Not that I could move much as it
was.  Then over a period of about five seconds she pushed it in to the
hilt.

"Ohhhhhh!"

I moaned further as she worked the probe in and out for several
strokes.  She pulled out, presumably to put more lubricant on the
probe, and then rather brusquely entered me again.  Then she snuggled
up close to me - I felt her legs on mine, and her blouse was in
contact with my back.  Her hands tightly gripped my hips.

Then she pumped.  Steadily, she pumped.  Slowly at first, then picking
up speed, she pumped and pumped.  When I wasn't voicing my loud moans
I could hear her pant as she fucked me.

She pumped harder.  I tried to squirm and wiggle, although my motion
was limited by my being securely tied to the post from the waist up.
I did kick my legs with each thrust.

"Oh, Miss Donna!  Aaaugh!  Ooooh!  Uhhhh!  Oh!  OHHH! ..."

Emily spoke up.  "I LOVE the way he kicks those legs, Miss Donna!"

Donna was panting heavily now and her thrusts conveyed her arousal.

After several minutes, I begged her to stop.

"OH! Miss Donna! I'm getting sore! Please no more!"  

She appeared not to pay any attention to my pleading for a few
moments, and kept pumping.

"Please - OH! Please Miss Donna! OH!  I can't - OH!"

I cried out from some especially hard thrusts, and then she Stopped.
She stayed inside me, all the way to the hilt, for a few moments
before pulling out.

"Next time, after I've fucked you good, I'll let Emily do you - as
long and hard as she wants."  Then she turned to Emily.  "Please bind
him to the narrow dildo bench and then call me."

Emily released my bonds and, with a smile of anticipation, led me to a
narrow structure which was bolted to the floor.  The horizontal
portion was about four feet long, and about eighteen inches from the
floor.  There was a sheathed dildo attached to it, and another portion
was angled slightly upward.

Emily gently guided me to sit on the bench so that the dildo
penetrated me.  Then she had me lie back, and my head was a little
higher than my bottom.  She bound my ankles to the narrow padded bench
about twelve inches apart, and then bound my wrists to the bench just
below where the dildo was.

Then she left the room.  The dildo constantly pressed on my prostate,
and I got an involuntary erection.

A few minutes later Emily and Miss Donna returned.  They both stripped
completely except for their shoes - Miss Donna's black heels, and
Emily's sneakers.  My erection hardened and danced before them.  Miss
Donna then placed clamps on my nipples and tightened them until I
squirmed and cried out.

"Perfect," she said to Emily.

Then she straddled the bench, and, while standing, brought her pussy
close to my face.  Her labia, nestled in her reddish-brown pubic hair,
glistened with her juices.

"Get to work there," she ordered, and maneuvered so that her labia
touched my lips.  She bent her knees slightly and placed her hands on
her hips.  I wished that I could grasp her smooth thighs as I licked
and kissed her creamy pussy.  She moaned softly as I continued.  I
became more excited and kissed that creamy pussy energetically.  At
times she pulled back, and her pussy was just beyond my reach.  Then
she brought it back to my mouth.  When I had worked on her for ten
minutes, she had generated abundant female cream which dripped onto my
face.  When her orgasm took hold she made sure her pussy was firmly
planted on my mouth while she moaned loudly.

Miss Donna stepped back and said, "That wasn't bad - now let's see if
you can please Emily."

The blonde haired Emily was less subtle as she straddled me and pushed
her aroused snatch against my mouth.  I caught glimpses of her firm
thighs at the same time that I tasted her honey.  I desperately wanted
to feel her legs and thighs with my hands as I worked on her, but was
prevented from doing so by my bonds.  It did not take her long to
climax.  Afterward, she backed off and spread her pussy lips.  Since
she was a profuse lubricator, she ejected a fair amount of stringy
pussy cream onto my chest.

Her face flushed, she withdrew from her straddling position and waited
for Miss Donna's direction.  My insides ached from the pressure of the
dildo inside me.

"Get him nice and hard for me," Donna instructed Emily.  "Use the ice
cube treatment."

Emily smiled knowingly and left the room for a few moments.  In the
interim, Miss Donna tightened the nipple clamps until I squirmed and
groaned.  Interestingly, I became erect from the increased sensation
from my nipples being pinched.  Emily returned with a bowl of ice
cubes and set it on a cart close by.  She placed an ice cube in her
mouth and began a lengthy process of stimulating and teasing me that
just about drove me wild.

After swishing the ice cube around in her mouth for a minute or so,
she let it fall out into the bowl.  Then she took my erection inside
her mouth and slowly, tantalizingly worked on it.  The shock of the
coldness in her mouth from the ice made me harder, and she was careful
to avoid bringing me past the point of no return.  Often she ceased
all motion and, with her lips surrounding my cock, simply looked at me
with her big eyes for a moment, and then resumed her slow, teasing
motion.  Then when the coldness wore off, she withdrew, put an ice
cube in her mouth for a few moments, and started the process over
again.

I wanted to ejaculate in Emily's mouth, but she ensured that I didn't
cross the line.  I panted and squirmed - my insides ached from the
dildo, and my nuts ached from unfulfilled desire.  Emily, after
teasing my cock until I was half crazy with desire, removed my nipple
clamps.  Then she stepped to the side, and Miss Donna stood with her
hands on her hips and gazed at my wet, erect, seeping cock.  It swayed
like a tree in the wind, desperately wanting her touch.

She picked up an ice cube and inserted it into her vagina.  I had
never heard of a woman doing that before.  Then she put one leg over
to the other side of the bench and stood above my midsection.  My cock
danced before her.  She bent forward and placed her hands on my chest.
Then with her characteristically sensuous smile she asked, "It looks
like you want some relief."

"Oh, yes!" I coarsely whispered.  My cock jerked and twitched.  

"Listen, Rick," she said in a half whisper.  "If I let you cum, will
you promise to eat my pussy?  Suck on my snatch?"

I didn't understand why she would ask that - I enjoyed giving her
pussy my oral attentions before.

"Yes, Miss Donna!" I exclaimed.

"No matter what?  Even if you don't feel like it?"

I figured she was further teasing me.  After all that stimulation I
really needed the release.  The ache in my groin was becoming more
intense.  My prostate was throbbing against the dildo, and my rigid
member oozed pre-cum.

"Yes - no matter what."

She stood up and straddled the bench so that the tip of my cock was
about an inch from her pussy lips.  She lewdly pumped her hips back
and forth, obviously enjoying the desperation evident from my cock's
further dancing and twitching.

Then she lightly grasped my cock with her hand and, barely touching
it, stroked it a few times.  It stiffened further, and she placed its
tip at her vaginal entrance for a moment.  Then with a slight push,
she had me enter her about two inches.  She looked into my eyes as she
slowly swallowed my full length into her womanhood.  I moaned as it
went in to the hilt.  I felt the refreshing coldness of where the ice
cube had been before I displaced it, along with the slippery warmth of
the inner recesses.

I had not expected such an ecstatic turn of events, and wondered if
she was going to withdraw before my ejaculation.  I dared not
seriously entertain the idea that she would bring me across the finish
line while I was inside her.

Slowly and deliberately, Miss Donna moved her hips in a way that kept
me excited without bringing me to ejaculation.  Her eyes, which were
always gazing into mine, wordlessly told me that she enjoyed the feel
of my hardness within her.

"Emily - his nipples," Miss Donna said, and her assistant walked
behind me and reached around and placed her hands on my chest and
grasped my nipples between thumb and forefinger.  Miss Donna remained
standing and spread her legs while bringing her thighs closer
together, and placed her hands on her hips.  My throbbing erection was
nestled about one third of the way inside her.

"Okay," she said, and Emily began to pinch my nipples - hard.  I cried
out from the pain, and at the same time felt a thrill of excitement
course through my cock.  Her technique was to pinch hard for a few
seconds, and then softly for a moment.  After a few repetitions of the
pinching I pumped my hips furiously when she squeezed.  The sensation
was so intense that I could not help struggling in the only way that I
could.

I am sure that they planned it this way, for when I pumped my hips, I
not only experienced the exquisite pleasure of thrusting inside
Donna's pussy, but also experienced the unmistakable sensation of the
dildo fucking me from behind.

Emily pinched harder and longer.  "Oh please!" I cried out.  "That
hurts - Aaaah!  Aaaaah!"

Emily was relentless.  The harder she pinched, the more furiously I
pumped.  The mixture of concurrent pleasure and pain meant that I gave
Donna the experience of my thrusting cock for a while before the
beginning tingle of approaching ejaculation was apparent.

Once that started, though, it gradually built up from my aching
midsection.  Emily pinched even harder.  Amid my outcries and furious
pumping the sensual tingling feeling became stronger and rapidly built
up.  Miss Donna puckered her lips sensuously.  Her somewhat disheveled
dark hair framed her face beautifully.  A slight smile crossed her
lips, and I started to ejaculate.

"Aaaaaaaugh!" I shouted, and felt a stream of semen forcibly eject
from my insides.  Subsequent to that, the pulses of my ejaculation
were slow, gripping, and powerful.  Emily released her hold on my
nipples as soon as it was apparent to her that I was cumming.  I
continued to spurt into Donna's womanhood for what seemed as long
time.  When my ejaculation subsided she milked me with her pussy for a
few minutes.

"Okay, it's time to come through," Miss Donna remarked, and slowly
withdrew.  "Emily, why don't you hold him..."

I felt Emily's hands on each side of my head, and Donna, with her
fingers pressing her pussy lips closed, positioned her hips just above
my face.  

"Open," she instructed.

As I opened my mouth she withdrew her hand from her pussy and pressed
herself gently against my lips.

"Now suck on it..."

I felt a volume of warm viscous liquid enter my mouth - so much that I
gulped it down.  Miss Donna moaned loudly.  I sucked on her snatch and
she kept ejecting the mixture of her cream and mine into my mouth -
her pussy lips pulsed.  I swallowed again. She climaxed loudly, and
again a moment later.  By that time my face was well glazed with the
residue of the combination of our juices.

Emily released my bindings and I cleaned up in the other room while
they got dressed.  I was totally spent when I returned to the bondage
room.

"How was that?" Emily inquired.  I mentioned that although it was
grueling, it was well worth it.

Miss Donna said, "You gave me a nice big load of cum.  I think maybe
we can get even more out of you next time."

I didn't know how that was possible, but I was curious how they would
do that, and the thought aroused me such that I was determined to come
back and find out.


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