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Wanderings 
 
 
(c) 2002  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to 
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has been 
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I 
kept during these years. 
 
 


 
Chapter Eight - The Story of A (Ff, light bondage) 
 
 
I woke up feeling hot and sweaty, my nightgown bunched up around my 
waist.  Julia was laying next to me, watching me while I slept. 
 
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Julia said.  She leaned over and kissed 
me. 
 
"It's so hot," I whispered.  It was humid, too, just like Florida 
during the summer. 
 
"We can cool off in the shower," she said.  "Come." 
 
I pulled the nightgown over my head and followed her into the 
bathroom, stepping into the shower with her and letting the cool water 
caress my skin.  Julia lathered me up well, her hands cupping my soapy 
breasts, making my nipples swell and my pussy moisten.  I lathered her 
up, too, and we lingered under the refreshing spray, fingering each 
other until we came. 
 
"Come, let's get breakfast and sit by the water.  It's always cooler 
there," she said, gently drying me off with a plush towel.  We hopped 
in her car, the air conditioner turned on its highest setting.  Before 
we drove into town, we stopped off at my house so I could change out 
of my jeans and into a short, breezy sundress. 
 
Julia was right: it was cooler by the ocean.  We bought coffee and 
croissants in town and drove to the public beach, nearly deserted this 
early in the morning.  Julia spread a towel on the sand and we sat and 
ate our breakfast on the beach. 
 
Wednesdays were when Julia did her grocery shopping, so after we ate 
we drove back to Coopersport, stopping at the village's small 
supermarket, the fish market, and the deli, where we bought sandwiches 
for lunch.  Back at Julia's house, I helped her carry the groceries 
inside and put them away. 
 
"Would you like to go back to the beach?" she asked.  "You're awfully 
pale for a Florida girl." 
 
"Let's spend the day in the garden," I said.  "It's more...private." 
 
Julia understood what I meant by that and laughed, pulling me close 
and giving me a long, loving kiss. 
 
"Let me fetch the suntan lotion and I'll meet you out there," she 
said, kissing the tip of my nose. 
 
I found a pair of lounge chairs leaning against the side of the house 
and unfolded them in a sunny spot between two flowerbeds.  Julia 
joined me a few minutes later, carrying towels, lotion, and a small 
radio.  Shielded from prying eyes, we doffed our dresses and 
underwear.  As Julia tuned in a classical station on the radio, I 
began to apply the suntan lotion. 
 
"Let me do that," she said.  I handed her the bottle and laid down on 
my belly as she began to rub the creamy ointment into my skin.  She 
straddled my bottom, her sex feeling hot and moist against my cheeks 
as she worked her way down my back.  Her hands lingered on my ass, 
slick fingers dipping between my cheeks, teasing my bottom, moving 
down my thighs and the backs of my legs. 
 
"Roll over," she said.  I turned over on to my back and she began to 
work her way up, starting at my feet, up my shins and thighs, covering 
my shaved mons and briefly teasing my sex before covering my belly and 
my breasts, making my nipples stand at attention like two pink 
sentries. 
 
"I think you missed a spot," I said, getting a puzzled expression in 
return until I spread my legs and looked down. 
 
"Yes, I think you're right.  Such a tender spot deserves extra 
attention," she said, squeezing some more lotion on her fingers and 
rubbing it into my labia.  Her long, graceful fingers danced over my 
sex, rubbing my clit and probing my slit.  The lounge chair squeaked 
as I rocked my hips, pressing my sex against her fingers, seeking my 
release.   
 
The way the lotion made my body sheen reminded me of those magazines 
Luci had given me, the women with their tanned and oiled bodies 
pleasuring themselves by some swimming pool or offering themselves to 
men with large, erect cocks.  I remembered reading them with Del, 
fingering myself as he translated the photo captions.  It seemed so 
long ago but it seemed like yesterday, too.  As I came I remembered 
one of the women's names: Alma.  Like her, I cupped my breasts and 
arched my back as I climaxed under Julia's busy fingers.  Alma.  It 
meant "soul". 
 
"Let me do you," I said, reaching for Julia's hand.  Her fingers were 
wet with my juices and I couldn't resist bringing them to my mouth and 
sucking them clean.  She smiled and handed me the bottle of suntan 
lotion, laying down on the other lounger.  Just as she had done, I 
straddled her bottom, squirting some lotion on my fingers, and 
starting at her shoulders.  The sun had left freckles on her upper 
back, and I couldn't help but lean over and kiss them. 
 
As I worked the lotion into Julia's back, I closed my eyes and tried 
to commit every curve and hollow to memory.  My fingers found the two 
dimples on her lower back that my eyes hadn't noticed, and I felt 
compelled to lean in and kiss those as well.  My hands sculpted the 
swell of her hips, the curves of her bottom, the depth of her cleft.  
Julia spread her legs slightly as I massaged her thighs, exposing her 
sex and her puckered brown anus.  Another compulsion gripped me: I 
kissed her oiled cheeks and buried my face between them, my tongue 
probing her nether hole. 
 
"Oooh...yes...," she gasped as I tongued her bottom.  Rather than 
feeling nasty as I did this, it felt like an expression of my love for 
her.  Even so, I expected it to taste bad, but it didn't; merely 
salty, like the residue of perspiration. 
 
"Kiss me," Julia said, rolling over on the lounger.  I lay on top of 
her, pressing my sex against hers as we kissed.  "I liked that," she 
said. 
 
"I did, too," I said, straddling her once again and squeezing more 
lotion on my fingers.  I started at her shoulders again, caressing the 
lotion into her perfect breasts, again closing my eyes as I memorized 
each contour of her body, counting her ribs with my fingers, the 
hollow of her waist, the rise of her hips.  I intentionally avoided 
her sex as I worked the lotion into her thighs and legs, wanting to 
raise the level of anticipation. 
 
Julia looked at me through hooded eyes as I massaged her feet, 
bringing her toes to my mouth and sucking them as if I were pleasuring 
a penis.  Spreading her legs, I worked my way up with my mouth, 
leaving a trail of kisses on the inside of her thighs until my lips 
were only inches from her glistening pink labia. 
 
"Annie..." she gasped as my tongue barely brushed against her pussy.  
I teased her, grazing her sex with my lips, making her clitoris emerge 
from its seclusion without even touching it.  Her sex bloomed like a 
hothouse flower as I kissed it, the delicate labia parting and 
revealing her moist center. 
 
"You're delicious," I said, barely loud enough for her to hear as I 
dipped my tongue inside her, tasting her sweet honey.  While I made 
love to her with my mouth, I brought my oily fingers to her flower, 
probing her vulva and the brown bud below.  She parted her legs wider, 
her hips moving slightly to reveal herself to me as I began to 
pleasure her in earnest. 
 
The sunlight caressed my back as I dwelled between her legs, using my 
mouth and fingers with all the skill she had taught me.  Attacking her 
pearly clit with my tongue, I pressed two slick fingers into her pussy 
and another into her bottom, pushing them in and out and making her 
moan on this hot summer morning.  I felt like my world began and ended 
between her legs; my only purpose was to delight her, to please her, 
to love her. 
 
"Oh, Annie..." she gasped again, grabbing the arms of the lounger as 
she rocked her hips.  The weathered beach chair creaked from her 
movements like a squeaky old bed, nearly as loud as her moans and 
cries.  Suddenly she began to convulse, her ecstasy seizing control of 
her body, making her shake uncontrollably.  Julia's pussy and ass 
tightened around my fingers as she came, her thighs quivering and 
clamping around me, almost drawing me inside her.  I kept ravishing 
her sex with my tongue and fingers until she sat up, leaning over and 
gently pulling me up from between her legs, meeting my lips with her 
own. 
 
I lay on top of her, our lotion-slick skin making slippery contact as 
we kissed.  The lounger groaned and sagged but didn't break as we 
pressed against each other. 
 
"I'm glad we didn't go to the beach," she said, laughing. 
 
"I bet we could have found a private spot," I said, kissing her again 
before I got up and lay down on the other lounger.  We lay together 
under the relentless sun, letting it bronze our bodies as it rose 
higher in the sky. 
 
Just after noon, I went inside and brought out our sandwiches and a 
couple of tall glasses of iced tea.  We ate our lunch in the shade 
before returning to the sun to tan.  By mid-afternoon clouds had 
rolled in from the ocean, beginning to block out the sun's rays.  We 
folded up the chairs and headed inside, showering off the greasy 
suntan lotion.  As the clouds thickened outside, Julia and I took to 
her bed, laying down for a nap as a summer shower broke the day's 
heat. 
 
When we woke up, a few minutes before 5, the rain had passed, the sun 
was out again, and the air had cooled off.  Julia drove me back to the 
house to talk to Ramon on the radio.  The fishing had been good, but I 
could tell they were bored; Del didn't want to sign off and even the 
normally quiet Paco wanted to speak to me. 
 
I packed some clothes and personal items in a bag and we returned to 
Julia's house and I helped her prepare dinner, a rich coq au vin, 
heavy on the vin.  I set the table, lighting a pair of candles, and we 
had a quiet, romantic dinner.  Afterwards, we did the dishes together 
and changed into our nightgowns.  Julia wore the long ivory silk gown 
she'd worn the night before, but instead of the white satin gown I'd 
donned that night, I wore a sheer pink babydoll that had once been my 
mother's, the one I'd worn that first night in Ramon's bedroom. 
 
While Julia poured us some more wine, I browsed through the books on 
her shelves, looking for something as engaging as the poems she'd read 
to me the night before.  I picked a book at random, opening it to the 
first page: 
 
 
                     The Story of O  
                    By Pauline R,age  
 
                           I  
                  The Lovers of Roissy 
 
 
I was about ten pages into the book, absolutely engrossed, when Julia 
returned from the kitchen. 
 
"Here, Annie," she said, handing me a glass of wine and glancing at 
the title of the book in my hands.  "Are you sure you're ready for 
that?" 
 
"The wine?" 
 
"No, the book," she said. 
 
"Why?" 
 
"You may think it's a romantic tale, but it can be brutal at times," 
she said, punctuating her words with a tender kiss.  "Come, let's read 
it together.  I'm sure you'll have questions."  We sat together on the 
couch and began to read the book to each other. 
 
She was right; I did have questions.  Why did O let them mistreat her?  
Why did she like it?  Why did her lover give her away?  Julia was also 
right about the brutality: the whipping, the piercing, the branding.  
The cruelty for cruelty's sake. 
 
The sexiest parts of the book weren't about sex.  The sex itself 
didn't seem sexy, it seemed like more like a punishment.  To me the 
best parts were the descriptions of the clothes, even the restraints, 
the collars and cuffs, how O put her body on display to be used by her 
lover and others.  She even had her sex shaved, just as I shaved 
myself, though I used a razor instead of wax. 
 
It was a short book, but it was late at night when we finished reading 
it.  Julia patiently answered all my questions.  The end left me 
hanging, and that's all I'll say, because I don't wish to spoil it 
further.  At times I was incredibly aroused, but then a particularly 
cruel bit would bring me back to earth. 
 
"What did you think, Annie?" Julia asked me.  We were laying together 
on the couch, my head leaning against her shoulder, her arm around me. 
 
"I don't know.  There were parts I liked, but..." 
 
"Yes?" 
 
"But it didn't seem like...I mean it wasn't..."  I tried to find the 
words to describe how I felt.  "It seemed more like slavery than 
love." 
 
"Yes, that's what it was," Julia said.  "Except slavery implies 
coercion, a lack of consent." 
 
"And the pain.  Why was there so much pain?" 
 
"Some people find pain to be a pleasure," she said. 
 
I thought about that for a while.  There were times when sex had hurt, 
like the first time I'd ripped my cherry with Luci's vibrator, or 
sometimes when Ramon was in my bottom, but that was only temporary, 
something to get past when seeking pleasure. 
 
"When O spoke of her 'lovers', did they really love her?  Did she love 
them?"  I asked.  Julia pondered this question for a moment before 
answering. 
 
"There are different types of love, Annie.  I'm sure you know that.  
In this case I suppose O expressed her love by surrendering herself to 
them, submitting to their will.  And in return their love was one of 
possession, one of dominion."  Julia gently kissed my hair. 
 
"Have you ever...?" I asked her. 
 
Julia turned and looked me in the eyes, her face an expressionless 
mask. 
 
"There was a time...," she began to say and then stopped.  "Come."  
She stood up from the couch and took me by the hand, leading me down 
to the basement.  It was cool and dark down there, with only a single 
bare lightbulb for illumination.  There was an old steamer trunk in 
the corner, next to a stack of boxes.  We each took an end and 
wrestled it up the stairs, out of the basement and up another flight 
of stairs to her bedroom. 
 
"Go get the bottle of wine and the glasses," she said, holding the 
trunk's lock in her hand and staring at it, as if trying to remember 
the combination.  When I'd returned, she had the trunk open and was 
rummaging through the contents. 
 
"There was a time during my marriage with Thomas when sex became 
somewhat passionless, a routine.  We began to 'experiment'.  Our 
involvement with Brad's parents and their parties was one aspect of 
this.  This was another," she said, holding up a whip and a leather 
collar with a chain attached to it.  I handed Julia glass of wine and 
sat next to her on the bedroom floor as she pulled items out of the 
trunk.  There were tight leather corsets, collars and cuffs, shoes 
with absurdly high heels, even a chastity belt. 
 
As we sat next to the trunk and sipped our wine, Julia described the 
things she and her husband had done together, his dominance, her 
submission.  It was just like "O", except not nearly as cruel.  Nor 
did it involve other people, or all that much pain for that matter.  I 
got the impression that this was a private matter between two lovers, 
and the emphasis wasn't so much on pain but on a pleasure deferred, 
controlled.  As Julia described how Thomas would leave her on the edge 
of orgasm for hours, I felt my desire growing stronger, my arousal 
mounting.  I held a leather corset in my lap, fingering the laces. 
 
"Julia?  Would you...?" 
 
"Oh, Annie.  You're so...you're too..." 
 
"Too young?" 
 
Julia reached out for my hand. 
 
"You're too sweet for this.  I couldn't hurt you.  I just couldn't." 
 
"I don't want to be hurt," I said.  "I just want to feel what it's 
like, the restraints, being tied up."  I told her about the dream I'd 
had when we were in Boston, laying in bed with her after the party, 
about the silk sashes around my wrists and ankles, the line of men 
waiting to use me for their pleasure.  I could see Julia's face begin 
to flush, her nipples slowly appearing through the bodice of her silk 
nightgown. 
 
"Oh dear," she said, taking a big sip of wine.  "That was quite a 
dream." 
 
"Will you...?"  I took a leather collar from the trunk, wrapping it 
around my neck.  The scent of leather was still quite strong, 
reminding me of a new baseball glove.  Julia looked at me for a 
moment, sitting on the floor next to her in a black leather collar and 
my pretty pink babydoll nightie.  She leaned over and kissed me on the 
lips. 
 
"Yes, dear," she whispered.  "But I don't want to hurt you.  Please 
let me know, okay?" 
 
"I will," I said. 
 
I took off my nightie and panties and Julia pulled various items from 
the trunk, looking for things that would fit my skinny figure.  She 
wrapped a black leather corset around my torso and she laced it tight.  
Unlike the white satin corset she'd given me, this garment didn't 
stretch at all.  I found it hard to breathe, but I liked the way it 
felt on me, hugging me, constricting me.  And unlike the other corset, 
it didn't cover my breasts.  Instead, it pushed them up from 
underneath, making my nipples point towards the ceiling. 
 
"I'm afraid it hasn't aged too well," she said, "but that's nothing a 
little saddle soap couldn't fix.  It was really quite supple when it 
was new."  Julia reached into the trunk and brought out a leather 
girdle.  Six black garters dangled from the open bottom.  She held me 
steady as I slipped into it, though even with the laces tightly tied 
it was too loose. 
 
"Let's try this instead.  It was always too small on me," she said, 
holding up a shiny pair of black latex panties.  She sprinkled some 
talc inside them and helped me slip them on.  The panties had a slit 
in the crotch, exposing my sex. 
 
"These feel so weird," I said.  The panties were extremely tight, and 
the latex was making me perspire down there.  Julia wrapped a leather 
garter belt around my waist and handed me a pair of black fishnet 
stockings.  As I rolled them over my legs, I thought about Margaret, 
the girl at the Boston sex shop.  She'd worn fishnet tights when we 
visited the store, though with an incongruous pair of white cotton 
panties underneath.  I wondered if she'd worn leather or latex 
garments like this, and I had no doubt that someone, somewhere, sold 
things like this in her size, corsets and girdles that would fit her 
little-girl figure. 
 
"Here, put these on," Julia said, handing me a pair of black leather 
pumps with tall stiletto heels.  I slipped them on; they were one size 
too big.  When I tried to walk in them, I nearly fell over.  Julia 
caught me and helped me back to the bed.  I sat and watched as she 
selected garments from the trunk to wear, briefly looking at the item 
in her hands as if each one told her a story. 
 
I helped her lace up her corset, a long black leather garment that 
went from her hips to her neck, open sleeved like a halter top, and 
cutouts on the front that exposed her breasts.  There were six garters 
dangling from the bottom and she affixed these to her fishnets.  Over 
the garters she slipped on a tiny g-string that had a small triangle 
of leather at the front that tapered to a thin strap that ran between 
her legs and up to a silver chain that served as a waistband.  
Finally, she put on a pair of black satin gloves that went up past her 
elbows. 
 
Julia helped me up from the bed and we stood before the mirror, gazing 
at our reflection. 
 
"I've always liked the clothing," she said.  "That was my favorite 
part." 
 
"It feels like armor," I said.  The leather corset was so stiff I 
could hardly bend over. 
 
"In a way, it is," she said, brushing the hair from my neck and 
kissing me there.  Her fingers grazed my nipples, making them stand 
up, the areolas crinkling like prunes.  "You do look lovely in 
leather." 
 
"Thank you," I said, turning to kiss her.  I cupped one of her 
breasts, feeling the contrast of her soft skin against the hard 
leather. 
 
"Come, it's time," she said, helping me wobble back to the bed.  "Try 
to tiptoe.  It makes walking easier." 
 
Julia laid me down on her bed, making me lie on my back as she 
rummaged through the trunk.  She pulled out two pairs of leather cuffs 
and some silver chains, wrapping the cuffs around my wrists and ankles 
before attaching the chains, which she clipped to the post of her bed 
and adjusted, taking in the slack so that I was spread-eagled.  I 
tugged at the restraints, testing them.  They held fast. 
 
"I'm not going to gag you," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed 
and circling one of my nipples with a gloved finger.  "I never liked 
it much myself.  And we need a safeword." 
 
"Safeword?" 
 
"A word that tells me that I've exceeded your limits.  Something that 
isn't 'no' or 'stop'." 
 
I thought for a minute, searching for a word.  The coq au vin we'd had 
for dinner was the first thing that came to mind.  "How about 
'chicken'?" 
 
"'Chicken'.  That will do," she said, squeezing my breast. 
 
Julia's demeanor had changed.  As I watched her take a sip of her 
wine, she no longer seemed the genteel woman who held me while I slept 
or read poetry to me.  There was a coldness in her eyes and a 
briskness in her gestures, and though she was reluctant to do this and 
said she didn't want to hurt me, I wondered if this was still true. 
 
"Raise your head," Julia said, slipping a blindfold over my eyes.  It 
was soft black satin, edged with lace, and a wide elastic band held it 
in place.  When it had been pulled over my eyes, completely blocking 
my vision, I felt Julia's lips lightly brush my own.  My heart began 
to pound with excitement and anticipation, and not a little fear.  I 
really hadn't known Julia all that long.  Could I trust her? 
 
With the blindfold over my eyes, I tried to figure out what she was 
doing by sound alone.  I heard the wine glass being set down, the 
sound of the contents of the trunk shifting around, a drawer opening 
and closing, the click of Julia's heels on a spot of wooden floor not 
covered by the rug. 
 
Then I felt the touch of a feather on my thigh, on the exposed flesh 
above the fishnets.  It tickled slightly and I reflexively tried to 
scratch my thigh but the leather bracelets around my wrists restrained 
me.  The tip of the feather moved up my thigh, tracing the legband of 
the latex panties.  I began to squirm within my bonds; an excruciating 
tension began to build, swirling in the pit of my stomach. 
 
Julia drew the feather away and paused for a moment before bringing it 
up to my breast and teasing my nipple.  My chest began to heave and 
the corset suddenly felt tighter as I squirmed.  Julia followed my 
movements with the feather, keeping it in contact with my nipple. 
 
And then it stopped.  There was another pause and I heard the sound of 
the wine glass being lifted from the bedside table and then being 
replaced.  Julia's mouth found mine again, the taste of wine lingering 
on her lips.  She kissed me hard, aggressively, like a man and not in 
her usual gentle manner, her tongue lashing mine, her hand squeezing 
my breast and pinching my nipple. 
 
And then the feather again, the tip brushing against my sex, tickling 
my exposed labia and teasing my clit.  Encased in stiff leather, bound 
hand and foot, I began to feel helpless, at the mercy of this woman, 
wondering what she was going to do to me, what was going to happen 
next.  I squirmed and tried to catch my breath, but the corset seemed 
to get tighter when I did that. 
 
Julia pulled the feather away and I relaxed for a moment, a respite 
from this sweet torture.  There was the sound of the wine glass again 
and then the feather returned to my thigh, tracing a line from my 
stocking to the tight latex panties.  And then another pause. 
 
I expected the feather to return to my breast, but instead it was 
Julia's mouth, sucking my nipple into her mouth and grazing it with 
her teeth and biting it, not hard, but just enough to make me gasp as 
I felt a brief flash of pain followed by a wave of pleasure spreading 
across my chest.  She kept suckling me, almost chewing on my nipple 
and I heard a soft rustle of clothing followed by her fingertip 
lightly grazing my labia.  She'd taken off her glove and I felt her 
fingernail on my nether lips, parting them, a finger dipping inside 
me.  I was so wet down there that I could hear my pussy make a 
distinct sucking sound as she fingered me. 
 
Julia began to suckle and bite my other nipple as she inserted a 
second finger inside me, slowly pushing them in and out.  I began to 
move my hips to her rhythm but she suddenly pinched my clit between 
her thumb and forefinger and bit down hard on my nipple.  I shrieked 
and she stopped. 
 
I suppose she was waiting for me to say the safeword, to make her 
stop, but I didn't.  I liked what she was doing.  I wanted to feel 
more.  She resumed her fingering and suckling, and when my hips 
started to move, she pinched my clitty and bit my nipple again. 
 
Now I knew what was expected of me.  I was not to move.  She began 
again, and I had to fight my urge to move my hips, to press against 
her fingers.  It was difficult.  I had to concentrate and control 
myself at a time when I just wanted to let go, to let my body seek its 
pleasure at her hands.  It was just like that first night in the house 
down the road, when I tried to masturbate without making any noise.  
It took me over an hour to reach my climax that night, starting and 
stopping every time I made the bed creak. 
 
I realized that this wasn't just about control, at least not just 
about Julia mastering my body.  I was mastering myself, controlling my 
own responses, mastering my pleasure, keeping it within myself and 
nurturing it rather than letting it go and allowing it to control me. 
 
Julia didn't pinch me again; I'd kept my hips still while she fingered 
my aching sex.  It took all my effort, all my strength, though.  I 
began to perspire, partially from the tight corset and panties, but 
mostly from the exertion of keeping my hips still. 
 
Julia withdrew her fingers and released my nipple from her lips, 
kissing me again, softer this time.  I felt her get up from the bed, 
heard her take another sip of wine, and open a drawer in the bedside 
table.  After a few more clicks of her heels, I heard a switch being 
flicked followed by the gentle humming of something electric. 
 
The humming drew nearer, receded, came closer again, sounding like a 
bee advancing and retreating.  This went on for a few minutes, and the 
sound began to lull me. 
 
Then I felt Julia's hand on my breast, vibrating my whole body.  She'd 
strapped the antique vibrator to the back of her hand and was now 
caressing my breasts, rubbing my nipples with her palm.  The 
suddenness of this intense sensation made me gasp and squirm, but I 
managed to regain my control, gritting my teeth as I forced my body to 
hold still.  Julia worked my breasts until my nipples felt so hard 
they began to hurt. 
 
She pulled her hand away from my titties and I felt her shift position 
on the bed.  The vibrations were replaced by the feeling of her soft 
breath as she lowered her lips to my breasts and kissed them.  I heard 
the humming vibrator recede slightly and then get louder as she turned 
it on to a higher setting.  As she tongued and suckled my breasts, she 
placed her hand on my sex.  I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt 
her vibrating finger dip inside me.  I lost control of myself and 
began to move my hips against her hand, my arms and legs straining 
against the chains that held them as I tried to hump her fingers. 
 
"Ow!" I yelled, as she pinched my clit and bit my nipple, withdrawing 
her hand and lips as she listened for the safe word.  But I wasn't 
going to say it.  I struggled to regain control of myself.  Her hand 
and lips returned. 
 
She kept me like this for what seemed like an hour.  Maybe it was only 
a few minutes.  I know it sounds so cliche, but time stood still.  The 
world stopped.  I no longer noticed the crickets outside or the trees 
rustling in the gentle evening breeze.  All I knew was the feeling of 
Julia's lips, her fingers in my sex, the sound of the old vibrator 
humming, my pleasure rising and falling like the tides.  I couldn't 
even feel the corset or the leather straps that held me. 
 
And then the humming stopped, her hands and lips left my body, leaving 
me hanging on the edge of my climax.  The world flooded back into my 
senses.  The corset felt like iron, the latex panties felt like they 
were melting into my skin, the straps on my wrists weighed my limbs 
down like cement.  I could feel every thread of the fishnets on my 
legs, every gap in the mesh.  The sound of a drawer being opened again 
was deafening, the scrape of the wine glass on polished wood pierced 
my ears.  I heard the sound of more garments rustling, the squeak of 
old leather, a buckle being fastened. 
 
I felt Julia climb into bed again, her knees straddling me, her bare 
bottom brushing against my breasts.  Then there was something touching 
my lips, something plastic, hard and cold. 
 
"Suck," she commanded.  It was the first word she'd said to me since 
she'd blindfolded me.  I parted my lips and she slipped the tip of the 
strap-on into my mouth, pushing it back and forth as I moistened it 
with my tongue.  As I sucked the hard plastic cock, I felt my nipples 
press against Julia's soft bottom. 
 
When the fake phallus was sufficiently wet, Julia withdrew it from my 
mouth and shifted on the bed, kneeling between my legs.  I felt the 
tip of it enter my dripping sex, making me gasp and fight to catch my 
breath as she slowly pushed it inside me.  As it filled me, I felt 
Julia lay on top of me, her lips pressing against mine as she began to 
thrust. 
 
There was no starting and stopping this time, no pinches or bites when 
my hips began to move against hers.  Instead, she removed the 
blindfold and kissed me again, her eyes no longer cold, a smile 
spreading over her face. 
 
"You did so well," she whispered.  "Come, Annie.  Come for me, 
sweetheart."  I glanced up at my shackled wrists, and she paused her 
thrusting as she released my arms from the restraints.  My legs were 
still bound, holding my sex open for her, but I didn't care.  I just 
wanted to hold her while she fucked me. 
 
"Oh, Julia," I gasped, her rhythm getting faster as she pumped me with 
the strap-on dildo.  "Oh..."  The pent up pleasure, dammed inside me 
by the effort of holding still for her, began to spill out, making me 
shiver and shudder beneath her.  My legs began to quiver making the 
chains that held them to the bed rattle and shake.  I began to feel 
dizzy, my head began to spin, and I had the sensation that I was 
falling, falling, falling... 
 
"Come, baby," she cooed. 
 
When it hit me I screamed.  Not a shriek, not a cry, but a full-out 
bloody murder scream.  I convulsed beneath Julia, gripping her leather 
corset tight as my climax washed over my body, robbing me of every 
shred of control I'd worked to attain.  I felt tears welling up in my 
eyes and running down my cheeks, and then it hit me again, a second 
orgasm more intense than anything I'd ever felt, pulses of ecstasy and 
pleasure that radiated from between my legs and spread outward, making 
my toes curl and my fingers dig furrows in the thick leather of 
Julia's corset.  Just like that night in the hotel, my vision faded to 
a dark red field punctuated by sparkling silver dots, twinkling like 
stars in the night sky. 
 
Except this time I passed out cold. 
 
The smell of ammonia woke me up, and I bolted upright, afraid that I 
had lost control of my bladder and wet the bed.  As I reached between 
my legs, feeling for the warm, damp stain I thought would be there, my 
eyes regained their focus and I realized that the ammonia scent came 
from a bottle of smelling salts that Julia was holding.  She capped 
the vial and placed it on the bedside table, and then she put her arm 
around me and kissed me on the cheek. 
 
"How long...?" I asked.  As I came to my senses, I realized that she'd 
taken my corset off, unshackled my legs, and removed the leather 
collar and the cuffs from my wrists and ankles.  Only the tight latex 
panties remained on me. 
 
"About twenty minutes," she said.  "You gave me quite a scare.  I was 
about to call the paramedics." 
 
"Julia, I've never..."  I couldn't begin to describe what I'd felt. 
 
"I know, dear.  I know.  Come, I've drawn a bath for you.  Let's get 
these off first," she said, tugging at the latex panties. 
 
Doing so was easier said than done.  It took a few minutes of pulling 
and tugging to peel them off my hips.  The talc had combined with my 
perspiration to form a coarse grit that left little red marks on my 
skin.  Between that and the sweat that covered the rest of me, I felt 
like a mess.  Taking a bath sounded like a good idea. 
 
The only problem was that I could barely walk.  My legs were like 
rubber and I felt as weak as a kitten.  My vision blurred and dimmed 
when I stood up and I felt as if I was about to pass out again.  Julia 
half-carried me to the bathroom, supporting me on her hip.  She'd 
somehow managed to take off her corset by herself, and was wearing 
only her silk robe; I kept slipping and sliding against the fabric.  
By the time she'd managed to steer me into the bathroom, the tub was 
nearly full.  She guided me into the bath, one leg at a time, and I 
held her shoulders as she lowered me into the soothing warm water.  
She gently kissed my forehead and poured a bit of bath oil into the 
tub.  I tried to reach for the washcloth, but I still didn't have the 
strength. 
 
"Relax, baby," she cooed, taking the cloth and wetting it under the 
faucet, washing the dried tears from my cheeks.  "Let me do that." 
 
Her breasts spilled from her robe as she leaned over me, cleaning me 
with the washcloth.  I wanted to reach out and kiss them.  Julia had 
me lean forward to scrub my back, and her breasts pressed against my 
shoulder.  I began to realize how sore I was, my arms, my legs, my 
pussy.  There were red marks on my wrists and ankles where the 
restraints had been, along with a set of parallel welts on my belly 
and under my breasts from the corset. 
 
"They'll be gone by morning," Julia said, when she noticed me looking 
at the marks on my wrists.  "They make fur-lined restraints these 
days." 
 
"Fur..." was all I could manage to say in my languor and drowsiness.  
I still felt light-headed, nearly drunk.  My mouth was dry, my throat 
parched.  "Water..." I croaked. 
 
"Thirsty?  I'll get you a drink," she said, putting down the 
washcloth.  She returned a minute later with a pitcher of ice water, 
filling a tall glass and handing it to me before removing her robe and 
kneeling by the tub.  I drained it in one gulp, passing it back to her 
with a shaky hand.  I sipped the second glass slowly as Julia scrubbed 
my legs with the washcloth. 
 
"Thank you," I said, putting the glass down next to the tub. 
 
"Feeling better, dear?" 
 
"Yes, thank you," I said, weakly. 
 
"You still look a little pale.  Maybe I should call..." 
 
"No, I'm fine.  I just never came like that, ever." 
 
"You really had me worried.  I was afraid your heart..."  Julia 
stopped herself from finishing the sentence.  It was a heart attack 
that took her husband away.  I looked up at her.  It seemed as if all 
the blood had drained from her face. 
 
"Oh, Julia..."  I reached for her hand, taking it in my own, bringing 
it to my lips and kissing it.  I looked up at her again, seeing her 
eyes glistening, tears starting to form.  I reached up to caress her 
cheek, gently pulling her closer, kissing her on the lips. 
 
"I'm sorry, Annie.  It's just..." 
 
"Shhh.  I know, Julia.  I know."  I hugged her, holding her close, 
holding her tight, feeling her soft skin against mine.  I knew the 
bond between us went beyond sex, even beyond love.  We'd both known 
the pain of sudden loss, the loss of someone we'd loved dearly.  
Tonight, when she thought she'd lost me, that bond had been cemented 
forever. 
 
"Let me finish you, then we'll go to sleep.  It's late and your young 
man will be here tomorrow."  She began to gently scrub my belly and 
breasts with the cloth, like a mother washing a newborn baby. 
 
I'd forgotten about Brad!  He'd be here in less than twelve hours.  I 
felt my stomach tighten with excitement and anticipation, and the 
strength began to return to my limbs. 
 
"Your color's coming back," Julia said, stroking my hair.  "Must be 
the thought of Brad coming to visit.  Come, let me dry you off."  She 
helped me from the tub, wrapping me in a big, plush towel.  My 
strength had returned and I was steadier on my feet.  I stood in the 
middle of the bathroom as Julia toweled me dry.  I could have done it 
myself at that point, but I was enjoying how she was pampering me. 
 
Julia walked me back into the bedroom, under my own power this time, 
but staying close by my side in case I passed out again.  We climbed 
into bed and Julia turned out the light, holding me close as we lay 
together.  We kissed and bid each other good night, and as I drifted 
off to sleep, I knew she was watching me, listening to my breathing, 
feeling my pulse as she held my hand, afraid to let me go. 
 
 
 

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