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Subject: {ASSM} Kinky {Robin Curious} (MF cons anal mild bd)
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Date: Fri,  7 May 2004 20:10:06 -0400
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Disclaimer:  The characters and events depicted in this story are 
semi-fictional.  Any resemblance to you or anyone you know is purely 
coincidental because the characters are modelled on me and someone I know 
intimately.  This story contains graphic description of sexual activity 
between consenting adults.  If you shouldn't be reading this, don't.  If you 
are of age and reading this sort of thing is legal whereever you happen to 
be, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Kinky by Robin Curious
(MF cons anal mild bd)

She laid on the bed listening to the sound of his footsteps.  He
was moving about the room and she could hear faint sounds - a
clinking of glass or metal, a rustling of fabric.  She shivered
though the night was warm.  The fleece lining of the blindfold
was soft against her eyelids and forehead, but was growing damp
from the sweat on her brow.  She had done everything he had
asked, allowing him to put on the blindfold and standing
passively as he had undressed her.  He had kissed her neck and
shoulders as he unzipped the back of her dress, caressed her arms
softly as he slid the straps off of her shoulders.  She had
stepped out of her dress, enjoying the cool air on her damp skin.
 He had moved to her front and kissed her throat, trailing kisses
down to her breasts.  She wanted him to kiss her breasts now as
he had then, to take her nipple into his mouth and suck it hard,
but she lay blind on the bed, her body aching, longing for his
touch while he moved about the room.

He had removed her panties in the same slow, sensual way he had
removed her dress, his hands caressing her breasts, stomach and
thighs before they caught the elastic of her panties and slid
them slowly, so slowly down her legs.  They had caught as they
reached her hips, sticking between her legs where the combination
of sweat and her excitement had moistened them.  He had used both
hands to free them, one gently sliding down her back and over her
bottom, between her cheeks while the other wandered over her
stomach and over her mound.  He had played with her, tickling her
pubic curls while another finger circled her anus.  Then both
hands had met at the moist folds between her legs and she had
pressed into the hands.  He had rubbed her there, with soft
circular motions, massaging her clit delicately, deliciously. 
And then the panties continued their downward journey, the hands
deserting her pussy as her hips rotated, pressing helplessly into
thin air.  She had stepped out of them with a sigh when they
reached her ankles and had gasped when his tongue slid across her
inner thigh to lodge briefly (too briefly!) between her legs. 
She had tried rubbing against his tongue but he was gone.  "Just
a taste," he had said softly.

She heard him approach the bed.  "Do you trust me?" he asked
softly, a hand resting tenderly on her thigh, lightly stroking
her soft flesh.

"Yes," she whispered, spreading her legs slightly so he could
slip his hand between her legs.  But his hand left her.  He took
her hand in his and she felt something soft on her wrist.  It
took her a moment to recognize the feel of fleece.  There was a
soft clink of something - metal? - and then the fleece was held
firm against her skin.  He reached over her to take her other
wrist and very gently he fastened a fleece something there as
well.  Next he was fastening the fleece to her ankle and she
brought her left hand to touch her right wrist, feeling sturdy
leather and a metal buckle, the fleece lining against her skin. 
So that was his game!  He was getting kinky!  She smiled and
shivered in anticipation.  She could picture herself strapped to
the bed, a human X, her husband teasing her as she lay helpless
before him.  Mmmmmm.

The fleece was on the other ankle now, firmly secured, and now he
was sliding the soft felt around her damp thigh.  Her eyebrows
shot up under the blindfold.  He worked quickly and the second
thigh strap was in place before she got the question out.  "So
what are those for?"

"Shhh"  he replied.  He took her hand in his and pulled.  "Time
to get up."

"Up?"  This startled her.  She was comfy in bed and was worried
now at what he had in mind.  "You're not chaining me up to any
wall, you know.  I don't do that."

He pulled her into a sitting position on the bed.  "Remember, you
said you trust me," he said softly.  She sighed and cursed
herself for agreeing to this.  Anything you want, she had said. 
She swung her legs off the bed and stood.  He stood behind her,
kissing her neck and she reached back to him, finding him naked
as well.  She stroked his thigh, her fingers trailing upward and
over.  He moaned as her fingers curled around his erection and
she pulled him closer, squeezing his cock gently.  He ran his
hands over her smooth shoulders and down her arms, pulling both
hands to his cock.  She wrapped the other hand around him,
smiling at how easily she had distracted him from his plan -
whatever it was!  When he pulled away it surprised her, and when
she reached for him she found her wrists fastened firmly
together.

"You shit," she said, annoyed that her ploy had been used against
her.

"Thought you could distract me, huh?"  She could hear his smile.
He was at her side again, just out of reach of her hands and she
felt the tip of his penis slide across her waist as he fastened
something to the thigh strap and then to a wrist.  He did the
same to the other side as she stood very still.  Her heart was
racing now.  He stepped away again and she tried moving her
hands, but they were fastened tight to the thigh straps, giving
her only inches of play.  "Where did you get this stuff?" she
asked, partly in curiosity and partly to relieve the anxiety she
was beginning to feel.

"Oh, from here and there," he replied.  "The straps came from a
bridle shop."

"I take it you mean the kind for horses and not the kind for
brides."

He laughed.  She sensed him in front of her now and could feel
his breath on her skin.  She felt her body flush and a tingling
between her thighs even before he touched her.  His first kisses
tickled as they fluttered across her neck.  The deep kiss at her
throat brought out a moan.  The soft sucking kisses across her
chest to the tops of her breasts had her gasping.  He was
caressing her ass with one hand now as he teased her breasts
mercilessly with his tongue.  He kissed the side, slid his tongue
along the bottom curve, sucked and nibbled at the soft valley of
her cleavage before circling up to the top, agonizingly close to
her nipple.  She moved to put her nipple into his mouth, but he
stayed one step ahead of her.  Her arms strained at the straps,
trying to get free to force his head to her nipples.  Both of his
hands were on her ass now, squeezing, massaging.

And then he stopped.  She groaned.  She felt his hand on her
upper arm, holding her firmly.  "Come with me," he said in what
she recognized as his seductive voice.  She had laughed at that
voice before, so serious and low, but tonight it was somehow
menacing.  She began to tremble.  He led her out of the bedroom,
she recognized that, and down the stairs.  She prayed all of the
curtains were closed.  She realized that they were circling,
meandering around the living room and she soon became
disoriented.  She felt tile under her feet and figured they were
in the kitchen.  Then carpet again - which room?  Dining room or
hall?

As they walked, her thighs stuck slightly, the traces of her
excitement serving to excite her even more.  "Why don't you just
bend me over the sofa and fuck me right here?" she said in
exasperation.

"Would you like that?" he asked, his hand roving over her
bottom.

"Yes I would," she replied, stopping and turning to him. His
mouth found hers and she pressed against him, plunging her tongue
into his mouth.  She felt fabric against her thighs and stomach
and realized that he had put on something - shorts or boxers. 
She tried to work her legs around his, to rub her aching pussy
against his thigh, but he kept moving, evading her.  She hooked
his leg with hers and felt her pussy make contact with his firm
thigh muscles, but he moved again and she lost her balance. 
Helplessly, she fell, sliding to one side.  He caught her and
broke the fall, but she still landed with a thump.  The fall had
startled her and she lay still on her right side, arms pinned
behind her, still blind.  His hand was on her knee, lifting her
left leg, and she rolled onto her back as far as she could with
her hands pinned, spreading her legs open, silently begging him
to pleasure her.  He began kissing and licking her inner thighs
and her hips began thrusting towards him with a mind of their
own.  His kisses finally found her pussy and he began licking
her, broad cat-licks over her whole pussy, stroking her clit
firmly; then his tongue got pointy and probing, parting her lips
and swirling around her clit, sliding into her.  She was
completely at his mercy and felt herself melting.  She came
quickly, writhing and moaning on the floor as he buried his
entire face between her legs, licking urgently as if he needed
her orgasm as much as she did.  It lasted a long time with little
peaks and valleys.  After she had come down, he moved up to
nuzzle her belly and her breasts, now extremely sensitive, and
finally to kiss her.  She opened her mouth and tasted her juices
on his face, her tongue finding his.

He held her and caressed her, her hands still bound.  "So how
about undoing this stuff and I'll take care of you?" she
murmured.

"How about I help you up?" he countered.  He shushed her protest
and helped her up awkwardly.  Her pussy was still on fire from
her orgasm and as they began walking she wobbled, trying to keep
her legs apart.  She was still focusing on the tender regions
between her legs when the door opened.  The feel of the cool
flagstones under her feet brought her back to the present.

"What are you doing?" she hissed.  She would have screamed, but
the thought of waking the neighbors in her present condition kept
her quiet.  The door closed behind them with a click.  He said
nothing.  A soft breeze caressed her damp skin.  Her muscles were
tense and she strained again at the straps.  He tugged her arm,
but she refused to move.  He tugged harder and she stumbled after
him, cursing him under her breath.  The hard, smooth flagstones
of the patio gave way to soft grass as she followed him, his
prisoner.  "No more kinky shit for you," she hissed.  He laughed.
 Just as he had done in the house, he led her in circles,
disorienting her.  He finally stopped and she bumped into him. 
He turned her and guided her backward, his arms around her.  She
felt the rough bark of a tree against her back.  His hands
caressed her skin, fondling her breasts, his mouth finding a
nipple and sucking hard.  She pressed her breast into his mouth
and his tongue swirled around her nipple.  He kissed his way to
her tummy, kissing her mound and she found herself becoming
excited again in spite of the cool night air, in spite of her
fear at being discovered.  

His hands stroked her bottom and legs with a firm touch, moving
to her ankles, over her feet, claiming the entire length of her
before traveling upward again.  His hands moved to hers and
lingered at her bonds.  With a soft jingle her hands came loose
and she brought them up to push him away, but they were still
bound by the short straps to her thighs.  Still, she had more
freedom of movement.  Deciding to make a break for it, she moved
quickly toward where she thought the house would be ... but was
stopped short with a tug at her ankle.  The bastard had her
tethered!  He was still kneeling in front of her and he pulled
her to him with a hand on each cheek of her ass, his tongue
snaking between her thighs.  Her legs parted involuntarily and
she submitted to his licking, moaning, almost purring at his
attentions.  The straps binding her hands to her thighs allowed
just enough slack for her to reach his head, and she ran her
fingers through his hair and held his head as she gyrated her
pussy against him.  She found herself wanting to come again -
something rare, as she was usually too sensitive after one
orgasm.  She leaned her shoulders back against the tree, hips
arched forward, running her fingers through his hair as his
tongue brought her closer and closer ... and then it was gone. 
Her hips continued the rhythm they had found with his tongue for
a while after he had removed it, seeking him, but the delicious
tension that had begun mounting between her legs was already
becoming more distant, fading.  She whimpered with frustration. 


Where was he?  For that matter, where was she?  She was suddenly
very aware that she naked in her backyard, chained up like a pet.
 Shivering, her mind raced.  The bark of the tree was rough, but
not craggy ... not the elm, too thick for the redbud ... the
tulip tree then.  So there were in the back corner of the yard,
near the back fence (an 8-foot privacy number they had put in two
years before   had he been planning this that long ago?).  The
house would prevent anyone from seeing from the street, the fence
from the back.  To the north was the shed, but ... with a twinge
of panic she realized that there was nothing to the south.  What
would the Fosters think if they happened to come out in their
backyard ... maybe to walk their dog or to investigate those odd
moans and gasps coming from the neighbors' yard ... Was there a
moon tonight?  Her mind raced.  She tried brought her hands
together and found she could reach her wrists.  Fumbling, she
searched for a buckle but instead found the curve of a small
lock.  Next to it was a ring, and something metal where a leather
thong linked her wrists o her thighs.  She blindly fumbled with
it, unable to figure out the clasp.

Then he was with her again, his hands caressing her, his lips
against hers.  She melted into his warm arms, feeling vulnerable,
wanting him to hold her and protect her.  He moved her to one
side and she felt the softness of a blanket under her feet.  The
tether allowed her just enough slack to reach the edge of the
blanket, and then he had her kneel.  When the soft hot hardness
of his cock brushed against her lips she was ready   she had been
expecting it   and she took him in her mouth hungrily.  She
closed her lips around his shaft and slowly took him deep into
her mouth, savoring his hardness, his flavor.  Then she settled
into a steady rhythm, stroking his cock with lips drawn tightly
around his shaft.  She swirled her tongue around the tip as her
lips stroked his shaft, hoping to finish him quickly so he would
release her.  His willpower surprised her, though, when he
stepped back, drawing his cock from between her anxious lips. 
Again she whimpered.  

Then he helped her to lie on her stomach, her hands still pinned
to her thighs, the side of her face pressed into the blanket. 
Lying helpless, she felt him kissing and licking her back, the
backs of her legs, her thighs, her bottom.  His tongue traced the
curve of the crease at the top of her thigh and she pushed her
bottom up towards his face and drew her knees under her, wanting
him to probe deeper with his tongue.  His hand slid between her
thighs, which she willingly parted, and began stroking her pussy
while his tongue circled her anus.  His hands paused and then a
finger returned, slippery with something, and replaced his
tongue.  She gasped when the cool slickness touched her skin, and
gasped again when it entered her, but a hand on her pussy kept
her gyrating as the finger wetly probed her anus.

She no longer cared that she was naked in her back yard, face
down with her wrists fastened to her thighs and her ass in the
air.  Her body gyrated as she rubbed her pussy against her
husband's hand, and the sensation of his finger in her ass
heightened the sense of abandonment.  He slipped his finger out
of her for a moment, but it soon returned with more lube and was
joined by its neighbor, two fingers now probing her anus while
his tongue replaced the hand on her pussy.  Again she felt her
tension mounting and stifled a moan.  She pushed back against him
with greater urgency, pressing the fingers deeper inside her,
increasing the pressure of his tongue on her clit.  And then he
was gone again.  She gritted her teeth.

"If you don't finish me soon I swear you won't get near me for
six months," she whispered hoarsely into the darkness.  She heard
his soft chuckle.  "I mean it!  I have toys and I'm not afraid to
use them."  With that she sensed him closer, then felt something
cool and hard pressing against her pussy, rubbing the length of
her mound and over her clit. 

"Like this one?" he asked softly.  Her hips had a mind of their
own as they pressed and turned, trying to capture the tip of the
dildo in the wet folds of her pussy.

"You ..!" she began, but the sensation of the tip lodging in her
opening stopped her before she could get the threat out.  She
froze, afraid it might be withdrawn if she tried to impale
herself on it the way she so desperately wanted to.  Slowly, too
slowly, the dildo slid inside her.  She could feel it spreading
her, feel the ridge of the simulated glans as her lips closed
around it, feel it filling her.  She bit her lip to stop from
moaning loudly.  And then it was in her entirely, filling her
pussy before sliding back out, only to fill her again.  Now she
began moving again, rocking rhythmically, fucking the disembodied
cock he was holding in his hand.

His finger found her anus again, and one, then two fingers filled
her as she rocked back and forth, pussy clutching at the dildo. 
Each stroke brought the fingers deeper inside her anus and she
luxuriated in the sensation of being stretched, in the wantonness
of the moment.  Then the dildo was gone and the fingers too, and
she nearly screamed in frustration.  Her hands clutched the air
at her sides helplessly.

After what seemed like an eternity she felt something warm and
hard tracing the crease of her bottom, brushing wetly over her
pussy.  She pressed back against his cock but it eluded her and
continued upward.  She held still, panting, as the tip circled
her anus.  His hand found her pussy again, but she wanted to be
filled.  She didn't care about anything at this point, she wanted
him inside her, wanted to feel his body pressing against her,
into her.  She pressed back and felt the tip of his cock spread
her anus.  She pulled off and pushed back again, feeling herself
open a little further this time.  Releasing the pressure, the
pressed back once more, the stretching sensation becoming more
intense until the head popped in.  She froze, panting.  His hand
reached around her to caress her pussy, and he began massaging
her clit in little circles.  Her hips began moving again,
circling, and the motions worked his cock deeper inside her.  And
then his hips were pressed against her butt and his cock was
filling her ass completely.  

She began trembling as he started moving, his cock sliding in and
out of her.  They had done this before, but never had it felt
like this!  With each stroke her face was pressed into the
blanket and she squirmed underneath him.  Before it had been an
interesting and wicked diversion that was mainly for his
pleasure.  Now the sensation of fullness and the feeling of the
cock sliding in and out of her were sending direct signals to her
pussy in a way she had never experienced.  Soon the blanket had
bunched up and she could feel the grass tickling her breasts,
feeling scratchy against her nipples.  He was cupping her mound
with his entire hand now, the heel of his hand pressing hard
against her clit and two fingers deep inside her, his hand almost
lifting her as she squirmed.  She felt her orgasm rising from
deep inside her, the orgasm she had been denied twice before and
she writhed and twisted, pressing her clit hard against his hand
until it overcame her.  She came in a flash of luminous white
light, bright behind her tightly clenched eyelids, and her hands
strained at their tethers, hands grasping and clutching at the
crumpled blanket.  Her muscles clenched, squeezing his cock tight
in her anus, pulsing around his fingers as she came and came. 
She heard his groan as if at a great distance and then he was
joining her, pulsing inside her and she could feel the heat of
his cum deep inside, sparking more fireworks behind her eyes. 
Her body pulsed for a while longer, clenching and releasing his
cock spasmodically until finally she began to return to earth. 
Her tensed muscles relaxed, and she collapsed flat on the ground,
her breasts pressed into the cool damp grass, his body heavy on
top of her, his cock slowly shrinking inside her.  He trailed
kisses over her shoulder and nuzzled her neck, his arms folding
around her.

She blinked.  It was gray, and she could make out shapes in the
darkness   patio furniture, a bird bath .... And she realized
that she had rubbed the blindfold off in the throes of passion. 
She silently cursed herself for not thinking of doing that when
he had first laid her down.  Her body was still trembling, and
several small tremors ran through her, causing her muscles to
clench at the cock lodged inside her.  She pressed herself back,
deeper into his arms.  He was gently caressing her sides, now
kissing her cheek, and she languished in the afterglow until she
felt his deflating cock pop out of her anus, popping her back
into reality.

"Are you crazy?" she whispered, jerking her head up.  She could
see the Foster's house in the darkness.  No lights on,
thankfully.  He was unfastening her hands and as soon as they
were freed from her thighs she rolled over and hit him.  "What
were you thinking?"

"Shhhhh," he quieted her, laughing.  "The Fosters are out of
town, remember?"  And then she did remember, and was starting to
point out all of the reasons why they should NOT be frolicking
naked in their backyard doing all kinds of unspeakable things  
delicious, but unspeakable   where ANYONE might see them when his
lips silenced her.  He kissed her warmly, passionately, and she
responded, her tongue eagerly meeting his.  For a moment she
forgot where they were, forgot everything except the feeling of
his warm skin against hers, his muscles, his lips, his tongue. 
She wrapped arms and legs around him, and they kissed until she
felt him getting hard again.

She slid her hands around to his cock, squeezing.  "Let's go get
this thing washed up ... I have some plans for it," she
whispered.  He rolled off her finally letting her up and she
seized her opportunity to regain control.  "Race you in!"  In
seconds she had reached the end of the tether still fastened to
her ankle and was back on the ground.  He was laughing and she
glared at him as he tossed the lube, dildo and his boxers onto
the blanket, bunched it up and tossed it onto the patio.  She was
still fumbling with the clasp of the tether when he came up
behind her, unfastening it and scooping her up in his arms,
kissing her.  

Holding tight around his neck, she pulled back and glared at him.
 "You know payback is going to be a bitch, right?"  In spite of
herself, she snuggled back into his warm arms.

"I can't wait," he said softly with a smile as he carried her
back into the house.


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