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Subject: {ASSM} Undercover by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F, bondage, romance
Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 22:10:05 -0500
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Undercover by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F, bondage, romance
Copyright 2002

	I was asked to volunteer for an undercover assignment and I jumped at the 
chance.  It involved an operation designed to break up a major porn 
operation that was feeding stills and videos to several very successful web 
sites.  So far, the agency had been unable to find anything illegal about 
the group's operations.  There was no chance of infiltrating anyone into the 
production side because it was too tightly controlled.

	The only way in would be to insert an agent posing as a bondage model.  
That's where I came in.  My name is Amanda Adams and although I was almost 
twenty-four at the time I easily passed for eighteen.  The trick was to make 
me look even younger because they liked to use eighteen-year-olds who look 
fifteen or sixteen.  The fact that I'm 5' 4" and weigh 112 pounds helped - I 
definitely don't look threatening.

	I was interviewed four times before being accepted for the assignment.  The 
first interview was with a consulting physiologist, the other's with 
increasingly important administrators within the agency.  My final interview 
was with the director herself, signifying that the assignment was mine.

	When I arrived in the director's outer office her personal assistant 
greeted me with a smile.  "The director is expecting you Ms. Adams.  Please 
go right in."  I was surprised since long waits in the director's outer 
office were legendary.  It wasn't really an interview.  We chatted for a 
while and then she shook my hand and wished me good luck.

	The following morning I reported to a small office in the bowels of the 
headquarters annex.  A young woman in her late twenties greeted me with a 
smile.  "Hi, Amanda.  I'm Kate.  Please remove your clothes and we'll get 
started."

	I stared at her in surprise.  "Get started on what?  Why do I have to 
strip?  I thought you were just going to trim my hair and color it purple or 
something."

	She laughed, "God no!  You need much more than that.  I'm going to cut and 
color your hair but I'm also going to remove your pubic hair, pierce your 
navel and one nipple, and give you a small tattoo.  And that's doing what I 
think is minimally necessary for this assignment."

	I stared at her in disbelief.  "What would you do if you did everything you 
think is necessary?"

	"Pierce both nipples, your outer labia on both sides, your clitoral hood, 
and maybe your clit.  I'd give you a fairly large tattoo on your lower back 
- that's all the rage now, and maybe pierce your tongue."

	I shivered.  "Do you really think all that's necessary?"

	She shrugged again.  "Who knows?  But I was told to do the minimum so 
that's what I'll do.  Are you having second thoughts?"

	"Yes.  Lots of them.  But I'm not going to back out."  I slipped my jacket 
off as I followed her through a door at the back of the room.  The next room 
was larger.  In the dead center of the room was a padded leather table just 
like you'd find in a doctor's office, right down to the stirrups.

	I hung my jacket on a coat rack just to the right of the door.  I removed 
my weapon and locked it the gun safe next to the coat rack.  Kate watched in 
silence as I stripped down to bra and panties.  Then I took a deep breath 
and unhooked my bra.  Finally, staring at spot on the wall behind Kate, I 
pushed my panties down and stepped out of the them.

	I'm small and slim but I have firm, full breasts and they bounced gently as 
I walked over and climbed onto the table.  My skin is olive and Kate nodded 
approvingly.  "No tan lines.  That's good.  It's hard to explain how a 
homeless girl with no money has time to get a tan."

	She put her hand on my knee and I jumped, surprised.  I grabbed her wrist 
and lifted her hand off my knee.  She smiled gently.  "Agent Adams, you're 
going undercover as a bondage model.  People will see you nude and fondle 
you.  It's very likely that you'll be used sexually, in any number of ways.  
You'll also be abused - spanked, whipped, clamps on your nipples - things 
like that.  Do you want to change your mind?"

	I wanted to scream yes as loud as I could.  But I just shook my head and 
released her wrist.  She stood there, stroking my thighs, while she asked a 
series of questions.

	"I know you're not a virgin but tell me how many lovers have you had and 
how long has it been since you've had sex?"

	I stared over her shoulder.  "Three or four.  And it's been nearly six 
months."

	"Have you performed oral sex?"

	"Yes."

	"Have you experienced anal sex?"

	"No."  She frowned at my response.

	"Have you ever had sex with another woman?"

	"No.  Are these questions necessary?"

	"Yes, they are.  You will probably experience all of the things I've 
mentioned.  Do you want to change your mind now?"

	I shook my head stubbornly.  Her hands were at the top of my thighs, just 
resting there, soft and warm against my skin.  I was beginning to lubricate. 
  Kate was blonde, slightly taller then me and very slender.  I took a good 
look at her for the first time and realized that she was rather pretty.

	"Are you wet?"

	I nodded, blushing.  "Yes."

	She smiled.  "Good.  It's a natural reaction when your nude and being 
stroked."  She patted my thigh.  "Stretch out and we'll get rid of your 
pubic hair first."

	I stretched out and she swung the stirrups up.  I placed my feet in them 
and then she put the attached straps, something you don't normally see at 
the doctor's office, around my ankles.  "I'm strapping you down for two 
reasons - to keep you from moving while I shave you and to get you used to 
being restrained."

	With my feet secure, she swung the stirrups out to the side, spreading me 
wide open.  Then she drew my arms above my head and attached leather 
restraints to my wrists, pulling them tight.  Another strap went around my 
waist.  I was totally helpless, totally exposed, and scared.  And, although 
I didn't want to admit it, even to myself, I was very aroused.

	Kate trimmed my thick, unruly pubic bush with a pair of scissors.  Then she 
soaked a face cloth in hot water and placed it over my pubic mound.  She 
stood next to me, one hand resting on my belly, and let the hot cloth soften 
my pubic hair.  "Are you scared?"

	I nodded and licked my lips.  "Yes, a little."  Which was a lie.  I was 
damn scared.

	After a couple of minutes she removed the cloth and spread shaving cream 
over my mound.  I wiggled as her fingers brushed the cream over every inch 
of my vulva.  She glanced at me and grinned.  "You're very .... responsive."

	She walked over to a cabinet and took out an old fashioned straight razor.  
She smiled when she saw the look on my face.  "Relax, I'm not going to cut 
off anything that you *really* need."

	"Jesus!  You've got a weird sense of humor."  I tried, unsuccessfully to 
kept my voice quavering.

	She shaved me with deft strokes, cleaning the blade after every swipe.  She 
was very good and I didn't feel a thing.  When she was done she washed me 
with the same cloth and held a mirror so I could see the results.  I was 
smooth and bare and I found the sight of my bare vulva shockingly erotic.  
"Aren't you going to release me now?"

	She shook her head.  "No, I might as well pierce you first."  I stared at 
the ceiling while she pierced me.  She used a device similar to the one's 
used to pierce ears - on my navel anyway.  She pierced my right nipple the 
old fashion way - clamp and needle.  She cleaned my nipple with a cotton 
ball soaked in alcohol before applying the clamp.  It hurt like hell and I 
whimpered as she tightened it.

	She smiled at me and said, "Good.  You have a high pain threshold."  She 
stood there, rubbing my belly gently, while the clamp did its work.  After a 
minute or two she pushed a needle thorough the hole in the clamp and I bit 
my lip to keep from screaming.  Then she removed the clamp and quickly 
inserted a delicate gold ring through the hole.  She cleaned my nipple with 
another cotton ball and the alcohol stung like the devil.  I had tears in my 
eyes before she was done.

	"Are you going to release me now?"

	She smiled.  "In a moment."  Her hand moved down across my belly and my 
eyes widened as she cupped my vulva.  I shook my head.  "No, please."

	"You're very wet.  I think you like this."

	I shook my head and whispered, "No!"  But I was lying and she knew it.  She 
ran the tip of her finger along my slit and down to my anus.  I shook my 
head back and forth and whimpered, "No, please!"

	She ignored me and continued to run her finger back and forth from my clit 
to my anus.  I started to cry.  But when I pushed up against her hand she 
chuckled softly and leaned to kiss me.  I closed my eyes and moaned with 
pleasure as she gently masturbated me to orgasm.

	When it was over I lay there and stared up at her in silence.  I was 
drenched with perspiration.  I smiled but she shook her head and said, "I 
know you enjoyed that but how are you going to feel when they whip you 
there?"

	My smiled disappeared.  "I'll scream but I can take it."

	She shook her head with an exasperated expression on her face.  "Oh, I have 
no doubt you can take it.  You're just as competitive as the rest of them.  
The problem is I think you'll like it."

	I shook my head.  "That's crazy and you know it."

	"Really?"  She walked to the cabinet and returned with a wide leather 
strap.  She doubled it and brought it down between my legs.  I screamed as 
the pain cut through me like a knife.  She gave me four more hard strokes 
that left me sobbing.  Then she cupped my vulva.  "You're wet.  Very wet."  
She tossed the strap aside and began to removed the bindings.

	I was still crying when I sat up and turned sideways.  My hair was damp 
with sweat, plastered to my head.  She got a hair drier and dried it.  Then 
I moved onto a stool and she cut it so that it was no more than 3" long 
anywhere.  It gave me a rather boyish look.  Then she had me wet it in the 
sink and she dyed it, putting blue streaks all through it.

	Finally, I stretched out on the table again, on my stomach, with my head 
resting on my crossed arms and she gave me a little tattoo on my back, just 
above the crease between my buttocks.  I'd chosen a simple design - a little 
flower.  "How come you know all of this - piercing and tattooing and all?"

	"I do it on the side."

	The tattoo took more than an hour and I dozed, despite the pain.  When it 
was done she stood up and stretched.  Then she patted my buttocks.  "All 
done."

	I got up and walked over to a full-length mirror mounted to one side of the 
door.  I twisted and turned while I examined the tattoo.  I had to admit 
that it looked sexy.  My appearance was completely changed by the haircut 
and dye job.  I picked up my panties and was about to step into them when 
she said, "No, not yet.  Come over here."

	She was sitting on the stool I'd sat on while she cut my hair.  "Down on 
your knees, slave."

	When I hesitated she snapped, "Get with it, *agent*.  You're supposed to be 
a submissive bondage model.  A *fucking* slave.  Now get down on your 
knees."

	I dropped to my knees and for the next two hours she taught me some common 
poses.  At the end, I was on my belly, licking her shoes.  "Very good, slut. 
  You can get up now."

	I got to my feet and stood there with my hands at my sides.  "Anything 
else?"

	She shook her head.  "No, agent.  You can go.  Good luck."

	I walked over to the coat rack and put my clothes on.  I stopped at the 
door and turned to face her.  "Thanks, Kate."

	She smiled sadly and shook her head.  "No need to thank me.  You're just 
another slut."

	I nodded, trying not to let my shock show.  Then I turned and walked out 
the door.
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	It took me two weeks to make contact.  I started by moving into a sleazy 
room in a downtown fleabag.  Then I got a job working as a topless barmaid 
at a strip joint not far from where our friends had their studio.

	One of the guys saw me and asked me if I was interested in doing video.  
"For more money than you'll make here."

	I pretended to be indifferent but I *let* him talk me into trying out.  The 
next morning I went to the studio, arriving shortly after 10:00 a.m.  When I 
walked in a rather attractive woman in her thirties glanced at me and 
smiled.  "You must be the new bitch.  Take your clothes off."

	The air conditioning was cranked way up and I stood there, naked and 
shivering, while she looked me over.  "Nice body.  Small, but very nice."  
She tweaked my nipples, which were hard and pointy from the cold, and 
grinned.  "Very sensitive."

	She sat down and pulled me onto her lap.  I sat there and let her fondle me 
while she told me that I'd be paid $200 an hour, four hour minimum.  "You'll 
be fucked and abused and we expect you to take it.  And we want you to cry 
and scream and beg.  All of our people are clean.  You'll need to get a 
blood test."  She wrote a name and address on a slip of paper.  "Go see this 
doctor.  He'll get the test done and have the results in two days."

	I left and went straight to the doctor's office.  He drew blood and said 
he'd have the results in forty-eight hours.  I went back to the bar and 
worked until the woman came in a couple of days later and told me I was 
clean.  "You do your first video tomorrow."

	I arrived at 10:00 a.m. and the woman, Nell, took me right into the studio. 
  I undressed and followed her over to the set.  Another girl, a slender 
blonde who looked no more than fifteen was already there.  She had that 
awkward, coltish look that many adolescent girls have.  Nell introduced us.  
The blonde's name was Sue.  She said she was a freshman at the university. 
When I asked she said, "I'm doing it to pay for my education."

	Her body was lovely - all tanned except for where she'd been covered by a 
minimal thong and a very small top.  Her small breasts were firm and round, 
tipped with little pink nipples.  She was shaved, like me, and had a tight 
little butt.  Her long, coltish legs were very beautiful.  Her thighs were 
covered with a peach fuzz bleached white by the sun.  She examined me as 
frankly as I examined her and she nodded, apparently satisfied by what she 
saw.

	When they were ready the cameraman took his place and Nell said, "Let's do 
a quick test.  Why don't you two get to know each other."

	We were sitting side-by-side on a padded platform about 48" on a side and 
about 36" high.  Sue turned and slipped her arms around me. The camera 
started rolling as she kissed me.  Then her tongue was in my mouth and 
suddenly I was totally aroused.  I slipped my arms around her, turning 
toward her, and rubbed her smooth back while I enthusiastically returned the 
kiss.

	We had sex in the classic 69 position, with Sue on top, while the cameras 
continued to roll.  I wasn't an agent anymore.  I was just a sex-starved 
young woman who wanted to be fucked.  A guy came over and spread my legs.  I 
moaned as his cock slid into my tight, wet cunt.  Sue's tongue was playing 
my clit like an instrument.  I came twice, each time better than the last.  
The guy withdrew at the right moment and shot his sperm over my belly.

	Then they had Sue and I take turns spanking each other.  She sat on the 
edge of the platform and I stretched out across her lap.  She spanked me 
with her hand, a paddle, and finally with a leather strap while I leaned 
over the platform.  I cried and whimpered and finally begged for mercy.  The 
camera caught everything.

	Then it was my turn.  I spanked Sue at least as hard as she'd spanked me.  
She cried nicely and I enjoyed hear her sob.  I realized suddenly that Kate 
had been right.  I was enjoying the whole scene!  I used the strap hard, 
turning Sue's cute butt a bright red, savoring her cries of pain.

	We took a break after that and I went into the bathroom and threw up.  I 
was disgusted with myself for proving Kate right.  Sue came in while I was 
washing my face.  She'd put on a little cropped Tee that stopped short of 
her navel, and a pair of white socks, but she was bare in between and looked 
much sexier somehow.

	She stood behind me and began to rub my shoulders.  I stood there, sighing, 
as she worked the tension out of my muscles.  "This is your first time, 
isn't it?"

	I shook my head.  "No, I've done it before.  Lots of times."

	She grinned and shook her head.  "No, you haven't.  I've been eating pussy 
since I was fifteen and I can tell a first-timer every time."  She bent and 
kissed the back of my neck.  "Don't worry, I won't tell Nell."

	I glanced at her reflection.  "Why are you doing this, really?"

	"I told you.  To pay for my education."  She smiled, "And because the sex 
is great.  Especially with the women.  I hate the pain while they're 
inflicting it but thinking about it afterward excites me.  So does the 
anticipation."

	"How bad does it get?"

	"Usually not that bad.  They want to make you scream and they want it clear 
that you are in pain, but they don't go too far.  It's not good business to 
hurt us too much."  She slipped her hand around and cupped my breasts.  I 
leaned back against her with a sigh.  "The worst pain I ever felt was when 
Nell dabbed some Ben-Gay on my clit and anus.  I screamed so long and so 
loud that I lost my voice for three days!"

	I shivered.  "God, I hope she doesn't do that to me!"

	"She will, but not today."  She squeezed my breasts and stepped back.  
"Reach back and spread your buttocks."  I hesitated and she slapped me on 
the ass.  "Do it."

	I leaned forward slightly and reached back and spread my buttocks.  I 
moaned when I felt an eddy of cool air touch my anus.  She cupped my vulva 
and then pushed her thumb into my anus.  I moaned and whimpered, staring at 
her reflection in the mirror.  "This is the bowling ball grip."

	I held onto the sink as she lifted me off my feet for a moment.  Her middle 
finger slipped into my wet pussy.  "Do you want me to stop?"

	I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head.  "Nooo."
She brought me to orgasm very quickly, her thumb deep in my ass.

	Afterward, while she was washing her hands, I asked her if she thought of 
herself as a lesbian.  She thought a moment before answering.  "No, I don't 
really thing of myself as anything but a person who likes, loves, sex.  I do 
lean more toward women, but I hate labels.  They're like boxes, trying to 
hold you in."

	She dried her hands and we walked back to the set.  She stroked my buttocks 
gently as we walked.  I was surprised at how much I enjoyed having her touch 
me.  I bumped her with my hip and she slid her arm around my waist.

	Ten minutes later I watched her hanging face-down over the platform.  She 
had leather restraints on her wrists and ankles.  She'd stretched out on her 
belly while chains connected to a manual hoist were attached to the 
restraints.  I'd listened to her grunt as she was hoisted into the air.  I 
thought her shoulders would be dislocated but they weren't.  She whimpered 
softly as her nipples were clamped.  Her whimpers went up in volume as heavy 
weights were attached to the clamps.  A wooden dowel, like a horse's bit was 
placed her in mouth and secured by leather thongs that tied behind her head. 
  It did nothing to muffle her screams.

	I crouched nearby, my wrists secured behind my back, and watched.  I was 
placed so I'd been seen on-camera part of the time.  My knees were spread, 
per Nell's order, to make sure I was fully exposed.  My nipples were clamped 
and weighted.  Nell whipped Sue with a narrow leather strap.  She 
concentrated on her buttocks and Sue's whimpers soon turned to cries of 
anguish.  I could see the tears streaming down her face.  I hated what they 
were doing and was ashamed that it excited me to hear Sue scream and cry.

	A guy came over and blocked my view.  He unzipped, took his cock out, and 
pushed it into my mouth.  I closed my eyes and let him fuck me in my mouth.  
When he came in my mouth and I swallowed I had to finally admit that Kate 
had been completely right.  I loved being used like this.

	When he was out of the way I watched them fuck Sue with a dildo mounted on 
a pole.  She grunted softly each time the dildo was thrust into her vagina 
and I assumed, correctly, that they were hitting her cervix with almost 
every stroke.  They fucked her steadily for about ten minutes and then it 
was my turn.

	I jerked and twitched while Nell whipped me but I had to try and control 
myself to avoid dislocating my shoulders.  I was crying from the pain in my 
nipples before Nell started whipping me.  I could see everything I was 
facing a mirrored wall.  Nell whipped me until I was screaming continuously. 
  Then they fucked me and I grunted like Sue had as the dildo rammed my 
cervix.  They weren't fucking me for my pleasure, just for show, so they 
didn't concern themselves with how I felt.

	I hung there for what seemed like hours but in reality it wasn't more than 
twenty minutes.  When they broke briefly to change tape they left the dildo 
in my cunt.  Sue came over and wiped away my tears after removing the 
weights and clamps.  I was drooling uncontrollably.  She stood and whispered 
soothing nonsense while rubbing my belly gently.

	In a change of script they sent Sue to do me with her tongue while I was 
still hanging there.  One of the guys spread my buttocks and shoved a dildo 
up my ass and then Sue took his place.  She brought me to orgasm as quickly 
as possible and then they let me down.  I was on the platform, face-down, 
when Sue removed the dildo from my ass.  She sat and stroked me while the 
restraints were removed.  We were done for the day.

	We showered together and left.  Sue got into an old Tempo and headed back 
to campus.  I went back to my room and took a nap.  I'd quit my job at the 
bar.  I had a check for $800 in my pocket.  Evidence in case we ever made an 
arrest.  Before I went to sleep I called in and asked for a check to be run 
on Susan Washburn, a freshman at the university.  Later, when I checked my 
voice mail I learned that she was exactly who she said she was.

	The next day I went back but they didn't need me that day.  I called Sue 
and got her room mate.  She told me that Sue was in her English class.  I 
drove over to the campus and found the class room.  I waited outside and 
when Sue came out she looked like any other freshman girl - clean and 
well-scrubbed, her eyes shining, her blonde hair pulled back into a 
ponytail.

	She greeted me with a smile and accepted my offer of coffee at Starbucks, 
just off campus.  She was wearing shorts, a cropped Tee, and running shoes 
and looked adorable.  I was wearing a similar outfit but my Tee wasn't 
cropped and my shorts weren't quite as short as hers.  But then my legs 
weren't as nice as hers.

	As I pulled out onto the street she reached over and put her hand on my 
thigh, just below my shorts.  "I want you, Amanda.  Can we skip the coffee?"

	I nodded and took her to the room I'd rented.  I was ashamed to take her 
there but I couldn't very well take her to my apartment.  We undressed each 
other and made love slowly.  Later, we cuddled together, our bodies slick 
with sweat.  She told me she loved me and I started to cry.  I stayed away 
from her after that, only seeing her at the studio.  She was puzzled and 
hurt and it broke my heart.

	The investigation sputtered on for two weeks.  I made six or seven videos 
all told and found no evidence that they were using underage girls.  No 
evidence of any other crimes being committed.  I submitted my report and the 
investigation was closed.

	I ran into Kate a day later.  She smiled and looked at me closely.  "How'd 
it go?"

	I shrugged.  "It was dud.  They're completely legal."

	"How are *you*?"

	I looked away and took a deep breath.  "I just resigned.  You were right, I 
loved the whole scene.  And I fell in love.  With a pretty college girl."

	She nodded.  "What are you going to do?"

	I smiled.  "I'm going to get her out of that scene and make sure she's a 
full-time student and nothing more.  Then I'm going to work at the bar and 
make videos.  I'm more suited for it than she is.  She's just a nice girl 
doing what she needed to do to stay in school.  I'm a slut."

	I nodded and walked away.  I found Sue at her dorm and asked her to go for 
a walk with me.  I told her the entire story.  "So, you're not making any 
more videos.  You're going to study hard and graduate with honors.  Do you 
understand?  I'll pay your tuition and send you a check every week."

	She stared at me in silence for a moment.  "Aren't we going to be 
together?"

	I shook my head.  "No, I don't want you anywhere near me or that scene."  I 
turned and walked away, headed for my car.  I could hear her crying and it 
took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep walking when I wanted to 
run back and take her in my arms and kiss her tears away.

	That night, back in my own apartment, I was surprised to hear my doorbell 
ring.  I glanced through the peep hole and saw Sue standing there with a 
determined look on her face.  "Go away."

	She banged on the door.  "Open up, Amanda.  Don't make me cause a scene."

	She continued to bang on the door and I finally opened it a few inches.  
She pushed her way in and I closed the door and locked it.  She pushed me up 
against the door and hissed, "You're mine.  Got that?  You're not going to 
push me away!  Understand?"

	She had me by the throat and I couldn't breathe.  I nodded frantically and 
croaked, "I can't breathe."

	She let me go and I took a couple of deep breaths.  She took me in her 
arms, kissed me thoroughly, and the walked me over to the sofa.  She sat 
down and told me to get my clothes off.  I undressed quickly and she pulled 
me onto her lap.  I rested my head against her shoulder and sighed while she 
fondled me.

	Later, I agreed that we'd both do the videos but only with each other.  No 
more sex with others.  If Nell didn't agree than I'd find some other way to 
support us.

	As it turned out, Nell didn't agree and I began looking for a job.  I 
lucked into a job that I qualified for because of my degree in accounting.  
I worked and Sue went to school.  She moved in with me after her freshman 
year was over.  Now, she's a sophomore and doing quite well, her GPA is 
3.93.  I'm working as an accountant and I occasionally moonlight as a 
topless barmaid and why not?  The tips are damn good.

	One night, as I cuddled next to Sue on the sofa, I told her about Kate and 
how I'd been prepared for the assignment.  I was naked but Sue was dressed, 
more or less, and trying to read an assigned book.  Finally, exasperated, 
she put the book down and listened.  She toyed with my nipple ring and 
finally, when I was done, she smiled.  "You enjoyed being *prepared*, didn't 
you?"

	I nodded and smiled, "Yes, I did."

	Sue kissed me on the tip of my nose.  "You're such a slut!  Tell you what, 
we'll go to her shop some night soon and have her do your other nipple and 
maybe your labia.  Would you like that?"

	"Yes, very much."  A few days later we went to Kate's and I stood there 
naked while they discussed what else should be done.  I didn't mind being 
naked.  In fact, I quite enjoyed it and they both knew it.  Kate did my 
other nipple in the same way - clamp and needle.  This time I wasn't 
strapped down.  Sue stood next to me, her hand resting on my shoulder.  That 
held me more effectively than any bindings could.  Over the next month Kate 
did my labia, clit, and clit hood.

	Then Sue decided it was enough.  While I pouted she turned to Kate with a 
smile.  "She just likes coming her and stripping in front of us.  She's a 
total slut."

	Kate chuckled.  "I know.  You can come over any time. I enjoy seeing her 
naked."

	I paused with my panties halfway up my thighs.  "Why don't you get Sue to 
take her top off?  Her tits are much prettier than mine.  Pierce her."

	Kate glanced at Sue and raised one eyebrow.  Sue shook her head.  "No, 
absolutely not!"

	I made a puck-puck sound.  "Chicken!"

	Sue glanced at me and hissed, "Your ass is going to be so sore..."

	A moment later her top and bra were off and Kate was examining her breasts. 
  I teased Sue's nipples erect and if looks could kill I would have dropped 
on the spot.  Kate found a pair of stainless steel studs done in a satin 
finish that contrasted nicely with Sue's pink nipples and tanned skin.  I 
was surprised to see her start to cry as Kate clamped her nipples.  I felt a 
rush of guilt and told Kate to stop.  I watched Sue slip into her bra and 
pull her top on.

	We left a few minutes later.  I apologized as we walked to the car.  Sue 
smiled and said, "You're such a fish!"  	I stopped and stared at her, 
realizing that I'd been had.  She grinned.  "I'm still going to whip your 
ass until you can't sit down."  She did and I couldn't.  At least not until 
the next morning.  I had to sleep on my belly that night.

	The sex is great and my only worry is that Sue will tire of me and leave me 
for a girl her own age.  Every time I bring it up she spanks my bare ass 
until I'm sobbing.  Then I spend an hour in the corner, on my knees, naked.  
When the hour is over, I go to her on my belly and beg her to forgive me.  
She lets me grovel and kiss her pretty knees until she's good and ready to 
forgive me.  Life is good.

The End.


NOTE:  This story grew out of two videos I downloaded from 
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.torture a few days ago.  In one, from 
INSEX.COM, a girl is suspended face-down and subject to various torments.  
She's the inspiration for Amanda.  This video turned me on more than 
anything else ever has.  The clip started with the girl, Violet, laying on 
her side on a padded table.  Her head is resting on her folded hands, her 
knees drawn up so that her thighs are parallel with the bottom edge of the 
table.  The camera pans over her body in a close-up that shows her body in 
detail.  She is sobbing gently and rope marks on her arms and legs make it 
obvious that she's already undergone some punishment.  Her breasts are full 
and nicely shaped, her nipples a dark beige that I've never seen before.  
Despite her obvious distress she turns onto her back obediently and allows 
new ropes to be tied to her wrists and ankles.  I enjoyed the way her taut 
belly looked as she lay there being trussed up.  Her legs were spread to 
show her vulva.   When the ropes are all in place she turns onto her stomach 
while they are tied to a D-ring attached to a manual hoist.  She grunts in 
pain as she's hoisted into the air.  Heavy clamps are affixed to her nipples 
and she begins to cry.  A dowel is put into her mouth and the attached 
leather thongs are tied behind her head.  She hangs there sobbing while more 
weights are added to the clamps on her nipples.  Later, she grunts and 
whimpers as she's fucked with a dildo on a pole.


	Violet is an attractive young woman with a nice body and good legs.  Her 
submissiveness is what turned me on.  I masturbated while watching, 
imagining myself in her place.  I watched the video four times in a row and 
came each time.  It's about six minutes long.

	The other video, RSCHOOL 11, is foreign.  Russian, I think, although I'm no 
language expert.  A man in his fifties spanks a pretty blonde who looks 
young and could easily pass for fifteen or sixteen, thanks in part to her 
slender body, baby face, and long, coltish legs.  The blonde is a pretty 
girl with a lovely body and beautiful legs.  I feel instantly sympathetic 
because she projects an innocence that the camera catches perfectly.  I find 
myself wanting to run my tongue up the inside of her long, firm thighs.

	The camera work is not very good and the picture is dark at times.  I'm 
sympathetic because the blonde is very close to my image of the idea woman.  
I find myself wanting to hold her and kiss her tears away.  Her knees are 
delicately sculpted and pretty (an obsession of mine) and I find myself want 
to caress and kiss them.

	This blonde is the inspiration for Sue.  I had to skip through this video 
because her torment bothered me even though she's never really subjected to 
anything more serious that having her hands whipped with a leather strap 
while she holds them out.  My reaction is obviously due to the attraction I 
felt for her.  There's no sex and while her pretty tits and shapely ass are 
shown in close-up, the viewer never really gets a look at her sex.  She is 
not shaved and it's hard to tell if her pubic hair has even been trimmed.

	So that's where this story came from.  My fantasies projecting me into the 
first video with the Russian girl added into the mix.



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