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Subject: {ASSM} Almost Chance {NB} Part 9 (FF, FDom, bd)
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Date: Wed, 12 May 2004 04:10:02 -0400
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Almost Chance Part 9 (FF, FDom, bd)
by NB

After Mistress left, it took Jen a while before she was confident
enough in her body to attempt movement. She could feel herself
trembling, even shivering slightly as she came down from her high,
streams of sweat cooling her body, the cool air of the cellar running
over her. Waves of pleasure still roamed through her body, looking for
somewhere to break, and she knew she had to be careful with her
movements, careful not to arouse herself and give herself release.
Mistress wasn't there to see her, but Jen knew that she would know
when she returned if Jen had taken forbidden pleasure, taken the
release that wasn't allowed in this cellar.

She rose carefully from the chair, noting now just how precarious her
position on it had been, how slim the cushions and bars that supported
her had been, how much she'd relied on Mistress' bonds to keep her on
it. She could see her sweat covering it, steadily dripping down to the
floor below, reminding her of the flow she could feel between her
legs. She walked in unsteady circles, her legs barely supporting her,
still strained and exhausted from her ordeals before. The rest of her
body had the same feeling - the muscles stretched and strained from
her hoisting, the nerves still tingling from the pleasure Mistress had
delivered in the chair. The combination of strain and delight mixed
within her body, each reinforcing the other as she walked, trying to
centre her mind and return herself to some semblance of normality.

She concentrated on her clothes, what little they were, feeling how
closely they fitted her, how much a part of her they had become. She
almost failed to register that she wore Mistress' collar now, the band
of leather round her neck merely registering as thick skin to her
senses, its touch, like Mistress, feeling part of her soul. The
gauntlets around her arms were warm and tight, fitting her perfectly.
When Mistress had bound them with rope and chains, it had felt to Jen
as though the bonds were part of her arms, tied directly into her, her
skin not slipping at all within the tight leather. The ankle cuffs
were the same, snug against her skin, just an extension of her,
letting her be bound to the hard stone below as though it was entirely
natural.

She found that concentrating on that helped to control her, reminded
of her subservient place beneath Mistress, that her body was merely
Mistress' tool, nothing more. As she thought on this, she heard the
noise from the door, the rough slide of the bolt, then a metallic echo
as it was dragged open. Quickly, instinctively, she turned to face the
door and dropped carefully to her knees, lowering her head and resting
her hands in her lap as the door swung open. She heard Mistress walk
towards and around her, then stand behind Jen.

'Sit up, my dear.' Jen stretched up slowly, feeling the back of her
head touch Mistress' hands as she raised it. Before she knew what was
happening, Mistress' hands moved quickly, around her face, Jen feeling
something soft against her skin and then blackness as she went beneath
the blindfold again.

'Now stand up.' Jen brought herself to her feet, carefully, gradually,
manoeuvring herself by sense rather than sight, her strained body
quivering slightly as she forced herself up, desperate to not slip and
embarrass herself before Mistress. Soon she managed it, standing
straight, sensing Mistress watching from behind her. As she stood
there, Mistress moved around her, taking her hand and leading her
silently across the room. As before, Jen's other senses heightened to
compensate for her current blindness, hearing the slap of her feet
against the bare stone, feeling its contours beneath her feet as she
walked.

Mistress stopped her, twisting her around to face in a certain
direction. 'Spread your legs for me, dear Jen, as far as they were
before.' Jen followed the command, moving her feet steadily across the
stone until she felt the iron rings in the floor against them. As her
feet stopped, she sensed Mistress crouching, again binding her feet to
the rings. She heard movement then, Mistress walking around the room,
gathering things, positioning something in front of her, the sound of
a rope being threaded through a ceiling ring before her. Mistress
walked behind her and spoke.

'Now, my dear, I'm going to hold your shoulders. When I do that, I
want you to slowly fall forward, keeping your body straight until it
comes to a rest. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.' She couldn't prevent her voice from wavering a
little, unsure of what she was falling into. She felt Mistress' hands
on her shoulders, holding them firmly, and Jen began to move herself
forward feeling Mistress holding her back as she began feeling gravity
pull at her dragging her down. Slowly, she moved forward until she
felt something, a soft cushion gradually touching her chest, round and
firm against her belly, tapering up to a point between her breasts. As
she settled onto it, she felt Mistress hand loosen their grip on her
shoulders letting her settle onto it.

'Take a moment to become used to it, then hold out your arms in front
of you.' Jen felt the cushion pushing into her, supporting her,
getting used to breathing with the pressure on her chest, feeling the
strain in her calves and hamstrings as she leant. Slowly she raised
her arms from their hanging position next to her until they were
straight in front of her, a new strain across her shoulders as they
moved.

Mistress' footsteps moved round until she was standing in front of her
then Jen felt her grip the gauntlet on her left arm, wrapping a rope
around it and through the hoops. The rope was loose as Mistress let go
and took her right arm, then taut again as Mistress began tying the
same pattern around that arm. She realised that it was a single rope
binding both arms, looping through a ring in the ceiling above her. In
her mind's eye she saw herself, lying forward, resting on the cushion
that was raised from the ground on steel bars like the chair, her arms
bound in front of her. She was completely hopeless before Mistress,
bound and prone, her sex exposed between her outstretched legs, her
small breasts hanging over the cushion. Movement was impossible, even
the slight swinging allowed to her arms sending waves of sensation
across her muscles.

Her bondage complete, she heard Mistress step away from her, then
circle slowly around her, again studying her from all angles. She left
her for longer this time, taking her time as she circled Jen again and
again, not stepping close to her. Jen could feel the strain in her
muscles as they held her there, slight twitches shaking her entire
body as she waited for Mistress' touch, wondering where it would fall,
how it would feel. What she felt in her muscles was not pain, even
though she could sense them straining to hold her. The anticipation of
Mistress turned it into something sweeter, her body still filled with
the warmth of the pleasure Mistress had given her in the chair.

Mistress' footsteps moved away from her, their echo against the stone
floor almost the only sound in the room. Jen calmed herself, breathing
slowly as she anticipated Mistress's touch on her return, wondering if
it would be the smooth touch of the satin gloves or something new. The
footsteps came back, then, when she though Mistress was still standing
away from her, she felt it, cold and hard on her back, just below her
collar. Jen concentrated her attention on it, four points of rounded
metal in a close line at the top of her spine, moving slowly up and
down. They felt like the tines of a long fork or a back scratcher,
moving just enough for Jen to notice them, slowly warming as they drew
heat from her skin, then moving down the length of her spine, an
oscillating movement up and down the vertebrae as they travelled.
Reaching the bottom of her spine, they moved back up, Mistress pulling
them across the expanse of Jen's back, Jen feeling her muscles
contract and release as they moved over her.

Then, she felt them lift away, a brief pause and then a thin cold
metal bar was laid along her spine, the device turned upside down so
the full length of it now touched her, Jen's back recoiling from the
cold, but the cushion restricting her movement, Mistress rolling the
bar against her, moving it up and down along the curve of her back,
slowly letting it warm from Jen's skin. That too was removed, and the
four points returned, Mistress running them over all of Jen's body, up
and down her legs, along her shoulders, across the curve of her
biceps. The touch was faint, but distinct, each point of contact a
separate moment in Jen's mind, desire building within her with each
touch.

Soon, it felt like every spot on the back of Jen's body had been
touched by one of the points and Mistress took the device away from
her, Jen hearing a soft chime echo as it was placed on the floor
beside her. The footsteps moved again, Mistress walking around in
front of her, Jen feeling her hair brush against Mistress' chest as
she stood close and crouched before her. She sucked in breath quickly
as she felt Mistress touch her breasts, her fingers warm and slow on
the exposed flesh, quickly finding their way to her nipples. Tiny
spots of pleasure began there as she began to rub them, Jen feeling
herself eagerly swell at Mistress' touch. As they grew, Mistress'
touch became more insistent, more urgent, Jen gasping as she felt
Mistress so close to her but so out of reach.

The feeling suddenly changed, the warmth of Mistress's fingers quickly
replaced by cold metal around the outstretched nubs, tiny clamps fixed
tightly onto each nipple in little more than a moment. The cold numbed
them for a moment, then slow waves of torment began emanating from
them, each pulse of blood through the nipples echoing the tight grip
of the clamp through her body. Jen's head drooped, her eyes watering
behind the blindfold as she adjusted to the new feeling, breathing
through it, feeling the ache in her mind, letting it mix with the
feeling of the rest of her body, transmuting pain into sensation,
sensation into pleasure.

Mistress had moved again after the clamping, and Jen could feel her
standing between her leg, the faint touch of her leather skirt as it
brushed against her legs. Then her hands were suddenly on Jen's back,
moving up and down, softly stroking and caressing the muscles, the
strain melting away beneath her touch, before Mistress lifted her
hands up, keeping just the tips of her nails on Jen's back, raking
them softly down her back. Jen moaned at the sharp sensation they
made, each leaving a line of fire on her back, down her spine, along
the side of her torso as Mistress repeated the movement again and
again. Then, Mistress' hands were on her rear, alternately massaging
and pinching at the soft flesh.

Jen's body felt like nothing it had ever been before. She could dimly
sense that parts of her were in what should have been pain, the
tightness of her muscles matched by the clamps around her nipples, but
that was just an  accompaniment to the slow warmth moving through her,
like discordant notes merely accentuating the beautiful music she felt
within her. Pain and pleasure amplified each other, and she knew each
was needed to show the other for what it truly was, two parts of a
whole rather than opposites. She was moaning and crying out with every
touch now, but still desperately keeping control of herself.

Again, Mistress stepped away from her, but it was no real respite as
all the sensations still remained within her, waiting on a high
plateau for the next addition to their chorus, Jen uncaring if it was
pain or pleasure. Dimly, she was aware of Mistress now standing to her
right, then one hand on her back, sweeping down, brushing off the tiny
baubles of sweat that had gathered there. Her hand carried on down her
back, nails playing briefly with the tight hole of Jen's rear, before
continuing to her the swollen lips of her sex, rubbing them gently
before pushing two fingers slowly inside Jen. She moaned deeply as
Mistress entered her, the memory of her earlier climax shuddering to
the fore, demanding to be repeated, but she resisted, even when they
began to move inside her.

Then, from her back, sudden intense pain. She recognised it almost
immediately, the shocking warmth of candle wax hitting her skin,
pushing its warmth into her as it cooled and flowed across her.
Throwing her head back, she cried out, the sudden movement making her
whole body rock in its bonds, sharp tones of pain moving through her
flesh, her body betraying her as it demanded release, hips trying to
force themselves own on Mistress' hand, muscles about to spasm,
desperate for her to give way. And above all this, her back on fire,
tiny stream of wax following the same downward path Mistress' nails
had taken earlier, repeating and intensifying their sensation.

It was a desperate battle, but for a moment she thought she had
triumphed. She felt Mistress' fingers slip out of her, the sensation
in her sex dimming just enough for her to control herself. The
sensation from her back lessened as well, Mistress ceasing the flow of
wax onto it. It seemed like ti was over, but then she felt Mistress'
fingers back on her, but this time rubbing between her rear cheeks,
carefully spreading Jen's juices there, beginning to push at the tight
pucker of her hole. Jen could feel the pressure against it, then it
suddenly ceased, replaced by an entirely new sensation as Mistress'
finger plunged into her, its passage lubricated by Jen's own fluids.
Pain mixed with pleasure as the tight muscles moved around Mistress'
finger, letting it move deep into her, moving and twisting within.

Finally, it was too much for Jen to resist. She cried out, a scream of
delight and agony combined, tinged with her despair at failing
Mistress and giving in to her release. It was like a white light in
her mind, shining brightly blocking out everything else there. She was
feral, primal, her body thrashing in her bonds, each movement causing
more sensation to be added into the mix, pushing her to a level beyond
consciousness, beyond anything she had even imagined existed. It was
pure ecstasy, nirvana for her flesh, but even as she lost herself in
it, unable to resist it once it began, it was tinged with the dark
light of shame. Unable to control her traitorous body, she had failed
Mistress, and now she would face punishment.

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To be continued in Part 10...
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