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Subject: Title story: "Bondage and Cream" Author: Amethyst 44285799
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Bondage and Cream
A woman stands in the plaza, a gust of wind curling its way beneath her skirt
and betwixt her strands of full dark hair. The setting sun wreathes her body in
an aura of fire, delineating her curves with light like the caress of an
ethereal hand. She gazes off into the distance, dreaming of unknown journeys and
experiences. Her flowing tresses emphasize the curve of her uplifted head.
A slow, deliberate pattern of footsteps echoes on the walls of the buildings
surrounding the plaza, apparently issuing from all corners and from the focal
sculpture in its center beside the pensive woman. The pattern preceding the echo
becomes louder and clearer as the unknown walker approaches the woman.
The footsteps cease. While the echoes rebound and slowly fade, the newcomer
reaches out his hands and places them gently on the woman's shoulders. For a
moment, she flinches at his touch, as if to draw away from an unwanted
encounter. But then her muscles relax and her demeanor is calm; the touch is
familiar to her, as well known as the face associated indelibly in her mind and
heart with that touch. Exerting a gentle but insistent pressure, he turns her
around to face him.
She turns in obedience to his tactile command, with no resistance. Although a
mild man, he has a will of a strength to rival the infrastructure of the
skyscrapers that encircle them, and she finds it politic to accede to his
wishes, for now. She raises her eyes up to meet his above her, reveling in the
sight of his laughing eyes looking down on her.
He wraps his arms around her and pulls her in for a protracted and tight
embrace. She places her arms around his waist, silently bemoaning yet again the
substantial difference in their heights. He finally releases her partially and
looks down at her again.
"I've missed you, love; more than I ever thought I would.
It is so good to touch you and feel you again, and to hear your voice."
"I've missed you too, Bruce...both the aching ecstasy of your stubborn, tender
presence and the excruciating agony of your misplaced wit. I love you, you big,
dumb jerk!!"
"I think I love you too, love."
"So now what?"
"Now...let me see.......Aha!!!"
And with that, he bent forward slightly and scooped her up into his arms and
proceeded with his deliberate pace across the plaza.
"What are you doing, you idiot? You'll get a hernia! Put me down!"
"Oh, and I thought you said you lost weight. So why would I get a hernia, love?"
"C'mon, Bruce, I'm too heavy."
"No, you're not. Besides, if I drop you, it's a long fall for you, so I wouldn't
argue with me if I were you."
"You're impossible! Where are we going, anyway?"
"Ah, but that's a surprise. You'll see when we arrive at my trysting place. So
just relax and enjoy the view."
"Yeah; I have my own personal Sears Tower for a boyfriend."
"Be quiet, dear, or I'll gag you."
"(Very sarcastically) Oh, yes, beat me, beat me, make me feel cheap."
"Ah, but you should never tempt me so, Kerri-Ellen. You know you should never
put ideas in my head."
"Oh, I'm not putting anything in your head--you're more devious than my son is!"
She looked up and became aware that Bruce had entered the doorway of a building
and was approaching a bank of elevators. "Will you put me down now? People are
staring at us!"
"Are you ashamed of me, love?" he teased.
"Of course not, but this is embarrassing!"
"Soon, love, soon."
A tone announced the arrival of their vertical carriage. He strode into the
elevator still holding her aloft like a trophy to his strength and endurance.
"I feel ridiculous."
"But my dear, don't you find this romantic?"
"I'll give you romantic, Mr. Krafft!"
"But don't you? Behind the embarrassment and the foolishness? Aren't you
flattered by the attention? Admit it, love; you like it, don't you?"
Silence answers his query. "Kerri...?"
"O.K., I admit it--I love it. But my pride and dignity require me to protest
your high-handed action."
"AHA! I knew it!" The elevator door opened and he proceeded down the hallway.
Near the end, by a large picture window, he stopped in front of a door. "Guess
what love."
"What?"
"I have to open the door."
"So put me down."
"I can't do that--it defeats the whole macho scenario. So I guess I'll do
this instead..." Adjusting his balance slightly, he swung her up and over
his shoulder, thus freeing up a hand with which to extract the key and
open the door.
"Bruce!" she screeched at the loudest volume her protesting diaphragm would
allow. "PUT ME DOWN NOW!!!!!"
"Now?"
"NOW!!!"
"Alright." He flipped her over and flung her
unceremoniously onto the king-size bed just inside the door.
Silenced by shock and by having the air driven violently out of her by the
impact, she merely glared at him, her chest heaving gloriously in front of his
appreciative eyes. When she appeared to have almost enough control to speak, he
abruptly sat down on her legs, pinned her wrists to the bedspread with his hands
and bent over. He placed his lips firmly on hers and began kissing her
vigorously.
After several minutes, during which she responded most energetically, he raised
his head up slightly and looked at her face inquiringly. "Well?"
She looked back up at him with a dazed, bemused expression and murmured, "what
took you so long?"
"I wanted things just right; you're always complaining that you don't get enough
attention--not enough romance or surprises. Surprise."
"Bruce."
"Yes, love?"
"Shut up and kiss me again."
"Certainly." He shifted position to release her legs, and pulled her up beside
him in a sitting position. Dropping a quick light kiss on the top of her head,
he cupped her chin in his hand and turned her face upward toward his. He put his
arms around her and began kissing her with intense determination. She slowly
snaked her arms around his back and brought her leg up over his. She pulled him
hard against her as their tongues played tag in their mouths and her foot
started stroking up and down his thigh.
As their kiss continued her hands moved about on his back, pressing firmly and
constantly against his flesh. His right hand moved up briefly to play with her
hair and then moved down to the nape of her neck. He unhurriedly but
deliberately began to unzip the back of her dress, pulling the zipper down
gently to below her waist. He brought both his hands to her shoulders and drew
her dress slowly off each shoulder in turn, moving each of his hands gently over
and round her soft rounded flesh as he did so.
He drew the fabric down further so her dress pooled itself around her on the
bed. Now her lacy black bra and half-slip were reflected in his sparkling eyes.
He disengaged himself from her moist warm lips and smiled at her.
"God, it's been too long since you looked at me that way. I like it a lot."
"Well, if I didn't like what I saw, I wouldn't be looking at you 'that way.' Now
lay down and close your eyes."
"Must I?"
"Yes, you must, but you'll like it. I promise."
"Are you going to tie me up, blindfold me, and have me at your mercy?"
"Probably."
"Good. Hurry up."
"My, aren't we anxious? What's the hurry?"
"Let me see... I'm so horny for you I could scream. I'm afraid you'll
change your mind and not want to have sex with me. I'm afraid we never will
truly consummate this warped relationship. I have been aching for your
exquisite expertise since the last abortive attempt. Enough reasons? Now
get on with it!!!"
She pulled off her bra and slip slowly in front of him and slipped off her black
hose and panties. The darkness passing over her pale skin then made its way to
the floor at the side of the bed. Then she arranged her nude body on the bed
prone as he had instructed and closed her eyes. Very shortly, she felt him
fastening something around her wrists and ankles. Although fighting is half the
fun, she kept her limbs limp and cooperative to keep the action moving along and
to find out what he had in mind. She badly wanted to open her eyes and look at
him, but she kept her eyes closed anyway. He drew her arms and legs out and
secured her to the bedposts. Then she felt his weight lift off the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"Over to the side here... I need a few things. Promise you won't fight me yet?"
"Bruce, I'd go along with anything, as long as you start doing something!"
"O.K., but remember you said it, and don't go back on your word."
"Bruce, what do you have in mind? Maybe I don't want to go along with you..."
"Nothing truly awful love. Relax and enjoy it."
She felt his breath on her face as he bent over her. He put something dark and
soft over eyes and then tied it behind her head. Then there was no more light
filtering through her closed eyelids.
"Guess what else I have, love."
"If you remembered, earplugs or headphones."
"Right; what else?"
"I don't know--what?"
He placed earplugs gently in her ears, but whispered three words gently in the
second ear before he blocked off all sound. "Cold whipped cream."
And as she opened her mouth to scream at him, he swiftly inserted a gag in her
mouth, chuckling to himself at the tense outrage echoed in her imprisoned body.
Incoherent noises issued from behind the gag.
Then he sat back on the bed beside her and waited, watching her and letting her
simmer. First she would be furious. Then, after awhile, she might think he was
kidding and relax. Then she would wonder exactly what he did have in mind and
why he wasn't doing it. Her effective sensory deprivation would be magnifying
everything out of proportion.
When he judged she had been thrown sufficiently off balance, he shook up the can
of whipped cream he had kept in an ice-cold refrigerator until just then. He
drew a whipped cream line from the hollow at the base of her throat down between
her breasts over her abdomen and down to the top of her dark curly forest.
Then he drew a line up from her right ankle up her inner leg and thigh to the
top of her leg, following this with the same progress up her left leg. She knew
where he was playing artist because the icy sensations traveling her neural
pathways to her brain left her in no doubt. She shivered, but she couldn't be
certain how much was from cold and how much was excitement and arousal. Suddenly
she emitted a highly muffled scream as he sprayed a mound of chilled cream on
and around her clit and everything connected with it. She was shivering
constantly now.
He started to replace the cold lines with warm wetness as he began to lick up
and swallow the whipped cream with an agonizing slowness, in the same order that
he had laid it down on her waiting flesh. Now the muffled sound resembled a moan
from deep in her throat and her head tossed from side to side.
That moan issued from deep within; a guttural cry from her diaphragm. As he
reached the end of his whipped cream and her mind overloaded with sensation, he
lovingly traced around and over her aroused flesh with his talented tongue,
pausing occasionally to spit out a few errant tendrils of hair that had somehow
made their way into his busy mouth.
He lightly brushed his hands along the sides of her body.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head underneath her blindfold- -he had her at
such a fever pitch of intensity she thought she would scream with every caress
of hand or tongue. Suddenly, he stopped and relaxed a moment, thus allowing her
a moment to likewise relax, not that she truly could.
He reached up and untied her right hand and, grasping it, brought it over above
her head to her left hand; then he tied her two hands together at her wrists.
Once that was done, he untied her left hand from the bedpost. He untied her
legs altogether, drew her up to a sitting position, and guided both her arms
over his head so her arms encircled him. Thus, he ensured she would not easily
be able to remove her blindfold or earplugs but would still have some freedom
of movement. He liked the idea of having sex with her while she still could not
see or hear him.
Then he removed the gag but placed a finger gently on her lips to indicate his
desire for silence. He drew her head close to his and brought their lips
together. She was frenetically serious in response, pressing against his lips
with far more energy than he had expected, given the level of arousal she must
be at. Her hands struggled in their awkward situation enough to allow her
fingers access to the back of his neck in deliberate circular or random
patterns, both light and insistent.
Their lips broke apart, and her tongue began tracing its blind way over his face--
up the curve of his cheek and over to his ear, tracing hotly and moistly over
and around his earlobe, her breath wafting deliberately into his ear. Her teeth
grasped his earlobe gently and worried it back and forth slightly. He closed his
eyes for a moment, opened them, and guided her head back around to face his.
He started kissing her again intently, bruising her lips beneath his, and curved
one hand over her head, tangling his fingers in her soft hair. As he did so, he
put his other hand behind her back to support her as he slowly lowered her back
down to lie on the bed, straining her arms to their full length because they
were still locked behind his neck.
He brought her hands forward, adjusted his position and carefully entered her.
He began thrusting slowly, allowing his motion to gradually pick up speed. When
he was thrusting regularly but not yet quickly, he began to increase his force,
pushing himself harder and deeper inside her with each attack.
He started to push as hard as he could, with increasing speed.
With every movement, he rammed himself farther and harder within her enveloping
flesh. He felt her muscles tighten around him in relatively close
synchronization with his forceful actions. His body pushed against her body and
pinned her to the bed beneath them. As his force increased, his speed also
increased until there seemed no time between movements and it all seemed one
continuous dance, forward and back repeatedly.
Drops of his perspiration rolled from him and landed on her flushed skin. It
seemed he had reached the pinnacle of his abilities; that he could not move any
faster or thrust any deeper. He moved without intervals; one would say without
stopping to breathe, except his breath was ragged and audible to him, and to her
if she could only hear it. Abruptly, he stopped after one last drawn out push
inside her. His breath sighed quietly from between his lips. He put his moisture-
laden arms around her and hugged her, bending down to kiss her softly on her
lips. After his lips had drawn away from hers, he put his finger on them as he
had done before, so she might understand not to speak just yet. He disengaged
himself from her and lay next to her for a moment.
He reached out and brushed his hand over the tiny hairs on her leg, feeling her
shudder beneath him as he did so. Now it was to be her turn to gasp and sigh. He
raised himself up and positioned his body over hers to give the greatest access
to every part of her taut and glistening wet flesh. He began to run his hands up
and down her body very very lightly, touching everywhere from her nose to her
nipples to her knees. After he had been doing this for about twenty minutes, she
had passed beyond the shuddering and shaking point and could only lie there
beneath his expert fingers, unable to move her passion-imprisoned body even
within the confines of her bondage.
It gave him an enormous feeling of power, to be able to strip from her every
vestige of consciousness and free will. Not that he intended to stop here, of
course...she had merely tasted the beginning of his exquisite torture. He bent
over her body more closely and began a long, hot, moist and wicked tongue bath.
He started on her face and around the sides of it to her ears, spending a long
time caressing her ears and earlobes with his warm pink tongue and blowing hotly
into her ears, feeling her body shudder uncontrollably beneath him as he blew.
As he moved down to her neck under her chin she very slowly, almost
imperceptibly arched her head back...almost as if she were a rag doll only
partially brought to life.
He continued on his path down her goosebumped skin, tracing around and over her
breasts, sucking long and lovingly on her large dark nipples which came up
readily to meet him. He very gently nibbled them with his teeth and moved on,
over her abdomen and hips, down, down, ... down to her toes and then up.
He paid equal attention to each leg alternately, moving up slowly to her knees,
and then tilting his head down to make her shudder and shiver again as he made
hot wet love to her inner thighs, oh so slowly; holding her legs down with his
hands so she could not turn away from his instrument of torture.
Slowly, again very slowly, he came up her thighs to the spot he knew she had
been silently begging him to reach for the last hour, but all she was able to do
was gasp and catch her breath;
she could not move, could not speak. Every nonthought in her passion-clouded
mind, every involuntary twitch of her stimulated nerve endings, every
nonresponse of her treacherous muscles...they all belonged to him, as did she so
long as he desired her to.
He began to lick and suck at her raised sensitive flesh, drawing his tongue over
so lightly and repeatedly, sucking at her moist twitching tissue below him,
feeling her trying to twist away, but prevented by his body and by her own
betraying body. As he kept sucking and caressing her with his warm wetness, the
stars began to whirl and spin in her head behind her eyes. She felt the tension
escalate to an unbelievable point and then everything melted inside her to an
unbearable moment of weakness, with her mind swirling and spinning among her
inner stars. Then her body began to twitch and shake uncontrollably at every
tiniest agonizing caress of any sort.
Recognizing his success, he ceased his most wondrous torture and enfolded her
again in his arms for a hug, holding her firmly until her body had calmed itself
and it was no longer twitching and shuddering beneath him. He kissed her again,
loving her with his tongue to hers slowly and sweetly. Then he untied her and
removed all sensory barriers, covering her with his body while the two of them
fell into slumber together.
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