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STORY.49
The Master Chris Collection
SATURDAY'S "ADVENTURE"
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Victoria was as sexually aroused as she ever had been
in her life and her lover had yet to touch her. The "adventure"
had started earlier that week when Vicky and her boyfriend had
chatted. "Let's do something really exciting this weekend.", she
said. "Oh?", said Michael, "What kind of exciting are you
thinking about?" The one in Michael's voice made it clear that
Michael's idea of excitement would involve something deliciously
naughty. Each time she and Michael had made love, the experience
had been different. The had met in all places in a bar. She had
been attracted to him from the first moment she saw him but it
was Michael who spoke to her first. For some reason, being with
him left her tongue-tied and shy just like a little girl.
Their first date had been dinner at the city's most
expensive French restaurant. Michael had been a perfect
gentleman, only kissing her on the cheek at the end of the
evening. By the third date they were sleeping together. Michael
was, by far, the most imaginative lover Vicky had ever had. Each
time he stretched Vicky's sexual imagination to the limit yet
Vicky always felt safe with him. 'He's so.... sure of himself.'
she thought. "Well...", said Vicky, trying to bring herself back
to the present, "your imagination has server us pretty well so
far, I'm sure you'll think of something." "But what if I think
of something kinky?" chuckled Michael. Vicky blushed despite
herself. "That would be Ok." she said in a quiet voice. She
could just imagine Michael smiling. "Does that mean you'll do
whatever I think of?" "Yes." said the pretty girl. "Ok, you're
on." said Michael, "We'll get together Saturday night. From
Saturday morning until Sunday morning you'll follow all of my
instructions. Are you sure you're up to it?"
Vicky swallowed hard. She had always had fantasized
about submitting herself totally to a man but now that the
opportunity was here, it mad her nervous. "Uh... Ok.", she said
finally her heart beating a mile-a-minute.
On Saturday morning, Michael's call woke Vicky up. "Good
morning sweetheart." he said "Are you still ready to follow my
instructions?" "Mmmmmm" said Vicky "I'll do whatever you say
Master." Michael smiled to himself. The adventure had started.
"A messenger will drop off a package to you this morning. It
will have your instructions in it. I'll see you later. Bye!"
Vicky was left with a dial-tone in her ear.
The messenger arrived a half-hour later. Vicky threw on
a robe and signed for the package which turned out to be a large
envelope. Vicky opened the envelope and poured out the contents
on her bed. Inside were a note, a key, a black silk scarf and a
pair of shiny silver handcuffs. Vicky's heart skipped a beat at
the sight of them. She had often imagined being tied up and
helpless while a lover ravished her but this was the first time
she had found a lover who had the nerve to actually do it.
Vicky's hands were trembling with excitement as she picked up
the note.
"Hi Baby!
Well the adventure has begun! I guess you're
wondering what I'm going to do with these "toys".
Read on and you'll find out. Here are your
instructions:
1. At 4 o'clock go to the Hilton Hotel. The enclosed
key is for room 213. Go directly to the room and
bring the scarf and handcuffs with you. You'll
find the room empty.
2. Strip completely. Remove EVERYTHING including
your jewelry, watch, clothes, shoes, underwear
etc. Fold your clothing neatly.
3. Put on the blindfold and fasten it securely so
that you can't see at all.
4. Fasten your hands behind your back using the
handcuffs.
5. You'll be waiting for awhile so sit down and make
yourself comfortable. In 15 to 45 minutes of
arriving you'll hear a knock at the door. Go to
the door and open it. Then the adventure will
really begin.
Vicky was flushed and perspiring by the time she
finished the note. "Whew!" This time, Michael's imagination had
outdone itself. Just thought of what was going to come had Vicky
dripping wet with excitement. The rest of the day passed in
something of a blur. By the time Vicky had showered, eaten, done
her hair and makeup and decided (after much pondering) what to
wear, it was already 3 o'clock. Vicky had chosen to wear a light
cotton sundress in a canary yellow that matched her blond hair.
The thin cotton hugged her 35,24,36 body like a second
skin. Vicky picked a pair of lacy panties and a garter belt and
stockings that always made her feel sexy. The dress was backless
so wearing a bra was out of the question. Vicky looked in the
mirror and appraised herself. "Hmm, not bad." she murmured. Her
dark nipples could just be discerned behind the thin fabric.
Vicky reached up and touched her nipples and watched as the long
fat nipples hardened and pushed at the light dress. In a moment
of impulse, she reached down and tugged her panties down her
legs and off. "There." she smiled "Perfect." By now it was 3:30,
just enough time to get to the hotel.
Traffic was thankfully light and Vicky pulled into the
hotel parking lot at 3:55. With her "toys" in her purse, she
hurried up to room 213. The key had been given fit the door
perfectly and Vicky found herself in a spacious hotel room
suite. With a glance at her watch, she realized she'd have to
hurry. She peeled off the clothes she had taken so long to
choose folded them neatly. Her watch and earrings followed them.
The blindfold was next. Vicky took a deep breath as she fastened
it behind her head. Now the handcuffs. It was awkward trying to
fasten the cuffs behind her back but finally they were attached
leaving Vicky naked, blindfolded and helpless.
Gingerly, Vicky walked over to where the bed was and sat
down on the corner. Her senses, it seemed, had instantaneously
heightened. Every sound in the room seemed louder somehow.
Immediately Vicky realized that waiting for 30 minutes or so
without being able to look at a watch would be difficult. How
much time had passed already? One minute? Five? Ten? What would
happen when Michael knocked on the door? 'My God!', thought
Vicky. What if it wasn't Michael? In fact, what if a maid walks
in? Vicky imagined for a moment what she must look like. A 26
year-old attractive blond, well tanned except for the small
triangular patches at her breasts and pussy with a black
blindfold on and handcuffs fastening her hands behind her back.
Permutations of scenario after scenario rushed through Vicky's
mind one after another. One way or the other, she realized, she
was helpless to do anything about it. With her heart beating
madly and her pussy now wet with anticipation, Vicky waited. The
more she waited, the more excited she got.
When the knock at the door finally came Vicky jumped.
She had become almost used to the silence of waiting alone with
her own thoughts. Nervously, Vicky got to her feet. In tiny
steps, so as not to bump into a wall, Vicky moved to the door.
She finally arrived as the knuckles knocked again. Taking a deep
breath, Vicky turned around and felt for the door knob and
turned it. The door opened slowly and Vicky took a step back.
She felt more naked than she ever had in her life. 'Was it
Michael?' she wondered. Whoever it was moved into the room
slowly.
It seemed to take an interminable long time to close the
door during all of which, Vicky realized, she was totally
exposed to whoever was in the hallway. Finally the door closed.
Vicky felt a hand grasp her arm and move her back into the
middle of the room. She was left standing as the person moved
around her inspecting her. Vicky felt fingers touch her already
hard left nipple and pull gently. 'Are those Michael's fingers?'
Vicky blushed as the hand moved lower, feeling the wetness
between her legs. Now a hand grasped her by the nape of her neck
and had her bend over from the waist. When she was in the
humiliating position, the hand trailed down her back to her
buttocks. Vicky felt two thumbs pry apart her buttocks and hold
them wide open to expose her crinkled rear opening. She had
never felt so vulnerable.
The hands left her and then pulled her to a standing
position again. She was led over to the bed and guided onto it
so that she was kneeling on the bed with her feet dangling over
the edge. The strong hand was at her neck again pushing her
forward until her forehead touched the bed. Her shoulders too
were pushed down to dip her back more fully. She felt the hands
now at her legs, moving them apart. Vicky was left in this
exposed position for a couple of minutes. Each minute added to
the excitement of anticipation that had been building since she
had read her instructions so many hours before. Vicky heard the
person moving around the room behind her and she strained to
figure out what exactly he was doing. Vicky was pretty sure that
it was Michael who was in the room with her but every once in a
while, she thought maybe not. She listened carefully and was
pretty sure that he was the only person in the room but the
excitement of not knowing was making her hotter and hotter. The
hands touched her buttocks again and a moment later, Vicky felt
a cold sensation touch right at the center of her anus. The
finger covered in cool lubricant made its way slowly into the
virgin entrance. Vicky was breathing hard now. She had played
with her ass before but she had never let anyone take her there
and she was nervous that it was about to happen. The long finger
moved gently in and out of her tight rear. Each time the finger
buried itself in her rectum, she felt her toes curl up
involuntarily. After a few minutes of this leisurely
lubrication, the finger was withdrawn only to be replaced a
moment or two later by another cool touch. The butt plug that
was firmly pushed into Vicky had one large bump in the middle.
Vicky squealed as it passed her sphincter to lodge the plastic
intruder deep in her bottom.
Vicky was left again for a few minutes to get used to
the foreign object now seated firmly in her. When she was
touched again it was to be brought to her feet. Vicky felt the
handcuffs being removed but then her hands were immediately
re-attached in front of her. Now she was placed on the bed on
her back. Her hands were pulled to the head of the bed and
fastened there. Vicky felt straps being fastened around her
thighs and then her knees were pulled wide apart to the sides of
the bed. Her feet were similarly fastened wide apart leaving her
completely exposed.
Vicky could feel a drip of her own juices trickle down
between her buttocks to where the strange device still impaled
her. The incessant hands were now at her breasts and tugging at
her nipples. Despite herself, Vicky let out a moan as a hot
tongue licked each nipple until it was aching tight. The
pinching feeling of the clips that attached to her nipples was a
surprise and for a moment, they stung. That feeling soon passed
however to be replaced by a constant stimulation of the
sensitive nubbins. The fingers now trailed lower and lower
towards Vicky's soaking pussy. She was squirming and moaning
constantly now. If only he would stick it in, I could come right
now, she thought.
She felt the person get up and move across the room.
When he came back, the sensation at her pussy was very strange.
It felt like he had spilled something on her. It was not until
the razor started removing her pubic hair that she realized that
the feeling had been shaving cream. Vicky was helpless to
prevent the depilitation of her pubis. The razor didn't stop
until she was as smooth as when she had been a little girl. A
wet warm cloth wiped the last of the cream from her smooth skin.
Vicky gasped at the heat. With the nipple clips still pinching
her and the strange butt plug in her rectum Vicky was being
stimulated in ways she had never experienced before.
Vicky felt the man's thumbs at her pussy pulling her
lips wide apart to expose the pink flesh inside. She felt his
hot breath a moment before the tip of his tongue touched her
inner pussy lips. "Ohhhhh!!!" cried Vicky as the hot, wet tongue
licked its way slowly up toward her hard clitoris. He blew
gently on her wet clit and Vicky shivered at the sensation then,
all of a sudden, her whole clitoris was sucked into his hot
mouth as his tongue started to bring her over the edge. Vicky
cried out again and again as she tugged desperately at her
bonds. The tongue licked her again and again and then Vicky felt
the fingers tugging and twisting the plug in her rear. She cried
out again. She was sure she was going to go out of her mind and
then she started to come.
The orgasm washed over her and just when she was sure it
was done, it crested again. She felt her ass clench down hard on
the plastic plug lodged deep in her and that set her off again.
Her whole body was thrashing on the bed under lover.
When finally it was over, Vicky was exhausted. She had
never, ever, in her life, been so sexually sated. She felt the
blindfold being pulled off and there, as expected, was Michael.
He smiled down at her still bound tightly to the bed with the
ropes and straps.
"Well my little slave. How do you like being
submissive?"
Vicky heard herself as if from a distance as she
drifted off to sleep, "I'm yours Master."
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