Message-ID: <61117asstr$1303776602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <794090.23949.qm@web34506.mail.mud.yahoo.com> From: chris m <phartiphuckborlz@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 03:37:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Sensations by Gargoyle X-Original-Subject: story submission Lines: 252 Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 20:10:02 -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/Year2011/61117> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Sensations by Gargoyle Long-distance friends who share a kinky disposition meet in a hotel room to indulge some fetishes. MF/FM switch, bd, sm, fetish, latex, wetsuits Share and re-publish freely, but don't claim ownership, nor profit from my fine sordid works. I come out of the bathroom a little nervously, changed into my black lycra shorts and top. The high collar ever so slightly tight around my neck, and the tight shorts accentuating the curves of my ass, and stretching out in front to accommodate the growing bulge. You look up from your lounge chair in surprise, and just fail to stifle a giggle at the sight of me. You walk towards me at my beckon, and I place your hands on me, one on my ass, the other onto my crotch. You squeeze the tightening erection fighting against my shorts a little too hard, causing my cock to pulse in response. "Not so fast. I need your help with something first." "What?" "My wetsuit is dirty." "You want me to clean it?" you ask incredulously. "Sort of. They say the best way to clean a wetsuit is to put it on, and then soap yourself up into a nice lather as though just having a normal shower." "uhm." "The trouble is, it's even harder to reach your back in a wetsuit than normal. I need you to help me wash myself." "Uhm. okay." You say with another laugh. "Of course you can't wear that." "What?" "I've got another suit for you to wear." "What!?" I reach into my suitcase and hold up some shiny black fabric. It's lycra clothes like mine, but as a one piece suit, black with pink accent panels under the short arms and in between the legs, and a low cut pink collar. "I'll get suited up while you go change", I tell you, pushing the suit into your hands with one hand and guiding you with the other into the bathroom by the rump, with a smart smack on the ass before I pull the door closed. When you emerge in the skintight black and pink suit, I'm standing ready, erection straining through the skintight neoprene rubber suit I'm wearing, black with blue accents on the arms. I walk up to you grinning, and without warning pinch both your nipples, which clearly poke through the fabric. You grip my ass with one hand in response, the other feeling my chest. "I need you to zip me up." I say, turning around so you can draw up the zipper and fasten the velco collar tight around my neck. You put your arms around my middle and pull yourself into my back for a while. "We'd better get you suited up too if you're going to wash me." "I thought I was suited up." You say, confused. "I got you a wetsuit too. You'll get cold standing there all wet while you wash me. Besides, a new suit needs cleaning too, so we can do each other." "Doing each other is exactly what I had in mind." you chuckle. "All in good time, my dear." I say, pulling a wetsuit matching your lycra skin from my bag. I pull it half inside out and hold it open for you to step into, pulling it up to your hips, then stretching out the sleeves for you to put your arms inside. I flatten it out over your body and you give out a little whoop as I pull the zipper up your back, fastening the low cut pink rubber lined collar. There's pink rubber panels across the the arms and legs and down the back, and your breasts push against the black rubber chest, shining in the light. We're now both fully suited up, and I waste no time pulling you hard against me, grinding each other, my hands up and down you, probing between your legs and into your rubber clad ass, you having similar ideas. "Dirty girl." "I'm the dirty one?" you ask in mock surprise. "Absolutely. I'd better lather you up to get you clean, and you'll probably still need a good beating afterwards." "If I'm dirty, what does that make you?" "Filthy. You'd better clean me too." You smile slyly and pull me into the bathroom by the cock through my suit. We look at ourselves for a while in the massive mirror, and then I turn on the water, full cold, and pull you in. It's shocking at first, but as they slowly flush, the suits do their job and it's warm enough for both of us. I leave the water running and pull you out, handing you some soap, while running more over your suit, building up a thick white lather easily. It gets easier over time as you're slowly covered in white, slippery, glistening soapy foam. The feeling as you do the same to me with increasing vigour is ecstasy, our hands sliding effortlessly over each other's shining, rubber clad bodies. Breathing hard, I push you bodily into the wall, our slipping bodies pressed against each other, my thigh forcing yours apart, and your body up higher agains the wall. You squeeze me very hard as you start convulsing against me. When you're finished I take your hand and pull you back into the shower, turning it up to warm, and slowly begin taking off your suit. Starting with unfastening the collar, pulling down the zip slowly, and pulling the suit slowly down your body, revealing the now wet lycra underneath as you begin pulling off my own suit. We repeat the same dance under the stream of warm water and rinsing suds, slippering and shining as we press against each other, leaving the heavy wet suits at our feet. This time you're not satisfied, and without warning you reach into my shorts and grab my cock. I breathe in sharply, letting you do as you will. You pull down my shorts and pull my shirt up, throwing both onto the pile in the corner. My cock stands out horizontal, my heaving chest inflated with air and blood. I unzip the back of your thin pink suit and pull it down you in one swift motion, my eyes fixed on your small pert breasts. We pause a moment looking at each other naked for the first time, as you reach out and grab my hips. I grab yours, lift you, and pull you into me as I enter you. I shove you hard against the wall, pushing in deep. I move in and out, lifting you and moving you back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts. Pushing you into the wall with my body, I use one hand to play with your cunt, the other pushes your breasts up so I can grab the nipple between my teeth and tongue, and I shove you hard as you start convulsing for the second time, and I spray my hot load, my cock pumping with its own life deep inside you. My strength flagging, I lift you, cock still buried in your cunt, and carry you over to the bed, where I fall backwards with you on top, then roll you off onto the side. My cock, still spasming, slowly softens inside you as I drift off, lost to the world. ** When I wake, you're just fastening the first ankle cuff around me. I turn over in confusion, discovering my wrists are cuffed to the top of the bed, attached to long tethers, so I can move them around a bit, but not enough to reach each other. It must've let you get them on me without waking me up. I don't bother to fight you. You've changed into a shiny, pink dress, made of latex or something similar. It's very short, but also quite loose, almost too big. Your nipples are visible through the stretchy material, and the skirt doesn't cover your bare ass. I do my best to lie back and look comfortable and smug - a task not easily accomplished with my limbs quickly being fastened spread-eagle to the bed. As you fasten my final ankle I ask, "What exactly have you got in mind?" "You bad boy." You reply matter of factly. "Corrupting innocent little me by subjecting me to your sordid kinky fetishes." "I didn't hear any complaints. Anyway. You can talk. I said you were naughty." "Actually, you said I was dirty, and then you thoroughly cleaned me, before corrupting me with your dirty seed again." "Ah. So what's this?" "Punishment for your bad behaviour." "Tying me up is punishment?" "No, whipping your naked body while you're tied up is punishment." "Oh crap." "Mmhmm." "erm, Stop?" "That reminds me. These walls may have sound-proofing for most of our fun, but there's only so much screaming people will ignore in the hotel corridors. Where's your gags? I know you brought some." "Hah. Try my smaller suitcase, bottom section." You rummage through for a few minutes with the suitcase out of my view on the ground, looking up at me mischieviously a couple of times before presenting a head-harness ball gag. "Open wide." you command, which I do with a groan as you pop the red ball behind my teeth and begin fastening straps over and behind my head, holding the ball firmly in place. A final strap fastens under my chin, preventing me from opening my mouth any further. Despite the groan, you notice my cock gradually standing up straighter and growing with the process of restraining me. With that accomplished, one by one, you adjust the tethers attached to my cuffs, taking up the slack, until I'm taut, spreadeagle, cock pointing obscenely at the ceiling. "That should do. Let's get started with the *first* part of your punishment, shall we?" "mmirft!?" You laugh at my discomfort and disappear from view again into the next room. You walk back in slowly, hips swaying slightly, a very mischievious grin on your face. You slowly raise your arm to reveal the black leather whip it holds, a few feet long. I voice my objection, not kidding now. "You filled out the same survey I did. It was your idea!" you hold out the limits contract we both filled out. "'Heavy bondage, heavy whipping.' It's right here. That's your writing, isn't it?" "mmmph" You stroke my cock with the handle of the whip, then a harder expression comes over your face. You turn the whip around and slowly raise it, high above your head. *crack* The first of many blows comes down across one of my thighs. Ten minutes later, there's dozens of light welts to match it across my thighs, upper arms, chest and stomach. You swap the cuffs, turn me over, and give me a set to match on my back, sides, thighs, and ass. Half way through I stop struggling and yelling into my gag, dazed, simply accepting each new blow. When you're finished, I lay there on my front, breathing heavily through my nose. You undo all of the straps, pull out the gag, and slowly rub my whole body with baby oil, soothing the lasting stings. My system has run out of adrenaline, and the pain long since peaked, leaving only the burning afterglow of the endorphins flooding my body. As you continue the massage, some time I drift off into exhaustion for the second time. ** I regain awareness some time later, the first sensation I become aware of is your tit in my mouth. I give it a little suck and you giggle, running your hand through my hair. "Awake then are you?" You're naked again. I roll over, aware of the warm sting from the whip marks as I do. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. That was... I hope you enjoyed that." "mmhmm. Not finished with you yet though." "Ah. You said 'first' part of my punishment." "That's right. And I don't want any complaints about it either, or I'll give you another session with my whip first!" I sigh, resigned. "So what did you have in mind?" "I played along with your dirty little fetish." "I know it's weird, but I thought you liked it." "It is, and I do, but it's still *your* fetish, not mine. So now it's your turn to try mine." "Fair enough. What do you want me to do?" "You know the dress I had on earlier?" "Oh yeah, that was hot. But latex is hardly punishment for me y'know." "I'm glad you think so, because it's at the foot of the bed, and it's your size. Put it on." == End. TBC? 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