Message-ID: <44242asstr$1063098604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <muzexia@hotmail.com> X-Originating-Email: [muzexia@hotmail.com] From: "John Z" <muzexia@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY1-F296KLJf383cTo000082d6@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 09 Sep 2003 02:23:20.0517 (UTC) FILETIME=[56293F50:01C37679] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 08 Sep 2003 22:23:20 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Erica's New Life Chapter 2 by Master Z (FF D/s humil reluc) X-Original-Subject: Ericas New Life Chapter 2 by Master Z (FF D/s humil reluc) Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2003 05:10:04 -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/Year2003/44242> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw Erica's New Life - Chapter 2 - by Master Z That night I was still in that room, awaiting my next tortuously sexual episode, as I was sure there were more to come. That both excited and frightened me. I was on my back on the rug with my wrists tied above my head to that wooden post. My ankles were in shackles that were connected by a thin metal pole, keeping my feet at a constant distance of about a yard and my legs perpetually spread. I was blindfolded. He had given me some water but I was still hungry, having only eaten that donut. I heard voices outside the closed door on the other side of the room. The door creaked open slightly while the voices continued. I heard him speaking but couldn't hear what he was saying, then a woman's voice. Sounded like she had a foreign accent. Then their voices became more audible as the door apparently was opened fully. I'm not sure but I could have sworn I heard him say something like, "...that's good. And make sure she doesn't come," ending the conversation. Then the door closing again, and footsteps casually heading towards me. As the person approached, I noticed two distinct smells - one of perfume, and one of gourmet cooking. It occurred to me the foreign woman's voice I heard was probably a servant of some kind and was now standing over my naked, violated body with recently cooked food. My mouth was salivating in spite of the uneasiness I felt. "Will help you sit up. You do as I say," came a somewhat shrill female voice with a Russian accent. She helped me sit up and lean against the pole, leaving my arms hanging awkwardly above my head, wrists still attached to the post. "Open," she said and I felt something warm and mushy against my lips. I opened my mouth and was rewarded with something delicious. Not entirely sure what it was, maybe some sort of seafood and pasta in a creamy sauce. And she continued to feed me in this manner so I just opened my mouth after each time I swallowed a bite. After a little while she poured water down my throat and I wasn't expecting it so much of it spilled down my chin and onto my breasts. This of course made my nipples stand to attention, reminding me of my unfortunate circumstances. I wondered what she was thinking. Did she not even care? Was she ogling my nudity and my exposed pussy and getting some cheap thrills? Was she disgusted with me? I probably seemed like some cheap whore who lived for the sexual amusement of anyone who wanted me around. And there was nothing I could do about it. I felt a tingle in my pussy at these thoughts and now I was disgusted with myself. It didn't take long to get full, considering how my stomach had shrunk, so finally I didn't open my mouth again, hoping she would get the hint without me having to actually say anything that might resemble a complaint. "Open!" she said, and I opened my mouth obediently. Something that felt like a glass pushed against my lips and I realized I was going to drink more. This time it was red wine, but like last time, not all of the liquid ended up in my mouth. I felt the cool liquid drip tiny rivers around my breasts and onto my thighs. I heard what sounded like the Russian woman sipping from the wine glass. "Open again," she said more softly this time and I did so. I wasn't hungry or thirsty any more but I just didn't know what kind consequences I might face if I didn't follow orders in this house. Instead of food or drink I felt something else entirely. It didn't take long to realize this woman's tongue had entered my mouth, and I just let her explore, afraid to reciprocate. She stopped abruptly. "Kiss back!" she said, shaking my shoulders for emphasis. And she put her open lips to mine once more. I couldn't discern age from her voice but her lips felt so soft and her hands felt so smooth against my nipples that I surmised she was probably still in her prime. I kissed her back with reckless abandon, reaching my head forward as far as it would go before my tied arms held me back. I pressed my tongue against hers while her fingers tweaked and teased my nipples. I could feel my pussy becoming freshly wet again. I moaned into her mouth when her hand pressed against my cunt. It felt so incredible I didn't care if she thought I was disgusting or if she was just using me for her own sadistic pleasure. My body had been floating in a buzz of sexual tension since I hadn't been allowed to come, and now I craved release once more. Her hand rubbed my pussy and her fingers delicately pinched my clit. I was going to orgasm much faster than before. Then she stopped. Her hands pulled away, her face pulled away, and I was left hanging again, desperately craving orgasm, and wanting to cry. Then I felt penetration in my pussy....mmmmm... it felt so wonderful. Must have been a dildo. She shoved it all the way up... and then just left it there. And I heard her walk away. The dildo was thin enough not to slip out by itself but thick enough for me to be infinitely aware of it's presence inside me. And I couldn't move it. I couldn't touch my ultra-sensitive clit. I couldn't fuck myself to orgasm with that dildo that was deep inside my pussy. I tried squeezing my vaginal muscles around it to a limited degree of sexual release but I couldn't come that way. It didn't stop me from trying, as the subtle squeezing around the dildo was gradually more and more pleasurable. Then I heard the door open again, followed by a flood of voices. It sounded like a party that was about to commence or perhaps continue in the room where I was held as a sexual captive. I sensed a brighter light and my entire body tensed up. I instinctively tried to close my legs but the pole connecting the shackles made it impossible. I was being exposed to a room full of strangers as I felt them piling in. How did this seemingly private man know this many people? It sounded like some sort of high society bash with champagne glasses tingling and melodic female laughter. Voices made comments about me, about the fact that I was there, and they seemed to be enjoying this most illustrious form of entertainment. Meanwhile I had stopped the vaginal contractions around the dildo but my pussy hadn't stopped it's gradual incline towards sexual release. It seemed as though the contractions were continuing involuntarily around the dildo and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Before I wanted nothing more than to orgasm, what with all the tortuous sexual buildup but now I wanted nothing of the sort to occur. Being bound naked and spread in front of a crowd of complete strangers was definitely embarrassing, but having an orgasm for that same crowd would be too much to handle. Still, the pulsations inbetween my legs continued unabated. And it was starting to feel much better than I would have liked at that moment. I tried to concentrate on what people were saying and not my own growing arousal: "...she looks kinda skinny..." and "...I like her nipples..." and "...I wonder how much girls like this cost, but I want to get one for my next party!" and "...what a fucking whore, she's dripping all over the carpet..." and "...I bet she would fuck every guy in here, you can tell she gets off on being exposed and humiliated...." All their comments together were too much to bear. I was insulted but I couldn't even get angry because I could feel my pelvic contractions approaching orgasm. I wanted it to stop so badly, even though I needed release desperately. I concentrated as hard as I could on stopping but it only seemed to take me closer to the edge with all the mental and physical pressure on my pussy. I could sense people gathering around me and the talking grew quieter. It was as if they were all expecting a grand finale. I could feel all their eyes upon me now, and some people had the balls to pinch my nipples, which certainly didn't help. The orgasm welled up inside of me like nothing I had ever felt before. I certainly hadn't ever came without direct stimulation of some kind. I couldn't stop it now, I started to moan, feeling the dildo deep inside me, and my nipples twisted into wrinkled points. Everyone seemed to be focusing on me as I exploded into an embarrassing orgasm in front of all of them, moaning uncontrollably and squirting fluid onto the rug, my whole body sweating and shaking. My back arched against the post and I stuck my breasts out in submission to my orgasm and my audience. I half expected applause, but everyone just kind of poured out of the room as fast as they came in. I was still moaning softly when I felt the lights switch off and heard the door shut. I was mortified. I just had the most incredible orgasm of my life in front of 50 some odd strangers! Did I get off on being humiliated? I was totally ashamed at having felt so much pleasure at the expense of my dignity. Exhausted, I fell asleep. End of Chapter 2 ~Master Z~ _________________________________________________________________ Try MSN Messenger 6.0 with integrated webcam functionality! http://www.msnmessenger-download.com/tracking/reach_webcam -- 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> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+