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Subject: {ASSM} A Mommy's Torment, Pt. 8: mf,cons. bd/sm
Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 21:10:35 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) under
the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups
is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or
post without prior consent of the author. mastrkink@excite.com
A Mommy's Torment, Pt. 8
"Yes, Sir!"
Sandra realized that she meant what she said, and regardless of the torments
that lay ahead it made her excitement build to submit to this man and his
perversities.
He reached in a dresser drawer and pulled out a hood made of shiny spandex. It
apparently had a blindfold over the eye part and was of one piece, yet as he
put it over her head, she realized that she could breathe easily through the
material. It scared her a bit since she knew from his conversations with her
that he preferred a hood when he was going to be particularly cruel to his
slaves.
Telling her to kneel on the floor as usual, she heard him walk across the room
and apparently open the closet doors. He spent a few minutes there doing
something and then, finally he came back to her and grasped her arm and led her
across the room.
He backed her up to the closet doors and then raised her arms so he could place
her wrists through some kind of rope loop that attached her to the doors and
left her spread out in front of them.
She heard him rummaging through his drawer of "toys." Sandra felt her
breathing rate increase as her mind floated through all her fantasies of being
tied up and tortured and now it was happening for real. Again! She gasped
slightly as she felt the pressure of some kind of clamp on her nipples and
heard him explain that he was using the clover clamps with a short piece of
string that he was going to attach to a soft drink bottle. As the afternoon
progressed, he was going to add water to the bottle and stretch her nipples.
Feeling him fumble at her crotch, he told her that he was going to do the same
with her pussy lips, Might as well kill two birds with one stone.
She felt the air move in front of her face, then felt the smack of the leather
slapper as it hit her breast sending a small shock of pain through her. But he
continued, using his other hand to softly caress her damp cunt, hitting her
across the top of her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, any exposed area that
could cause her distress.
Yet, even though Sandra felt the slapper strike her, he relentlessly continued
his teasing of her pussy, so that the combination of pain and pleasure was,
well, extremely nice!
He paused after a few minutes to adjust her clamps and move them a bit to
restore some circulation to her nipples and lips, then she felt the increased
pressure as he added water to each bottle, sending little jolts of pain from
her pussy and nipples.
Using his hands to spread her legs apart, she felt them attached somehow to the
doors as well so her cunt was spread wide open for his pleasure.
This time she felt the presence of a large object, probably one of his favorite
dildos at the entrance of her cunt and slowly he pushed it up and in until she
felt her insides being stretched as well, with the fullness just increasing her
pleasure.
The trickle of water once more into the bottles, then he kissed her shoulder
softly and told her how proud he was that she was doing so well. There was 2
pounds of water in each bottle now, and her tits and cunt lips were being
pulled closer to the floor. The mental image that brought to her head caused
her to gyrate her hips a bit and sway the weight she felt pulling on her tits
and cunt. Oooooh, I'm such a glutton for this!
Feeling him brush his hardness against her thigh, she knew that he was enjoying
himself very much. Almost as much as she and as he continued fucking her with
the dildo, she realized that she was headed for her orgasm rather quickly
today.
But as she headed towards that goal, she heard a knock on the door. Judging by
his swearing, this wasn't something he had planned and was very vexed, indeed.
Oh, please don't let him open the door!
But she heard him give a low chuckle and heard the locks being removed.
It sounded like he was having a conversation with someone out in the hall, and
Sandra just prayed that they couldn't see her like this, she'd be so
humiliated. Her discomfort was forgotten as she strained to hear and figure out
what was going on.
Then the door closed and the locks replaced.
"See, this what we're doing, dear."
NO, No, this isn't happening! He's just playing a game with me, there's no one
really here witnessing this. Sandra's arms and legs automatically strained to
pull free, but they were tightly bound and yet, deep inside, she felt this
slight stirring of excitement, as if she wanted a witness to her degradation to
make it more complete somehow.
And then, she heard the strange voice.
"Oh, god, I've seen the pictures and all, but never had the nerve before to ask
anyone about it or actually do any of it."
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