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http://www.incesttabooo.com/expermen.html
Experiment
'Won't this class ever be over.' Kris mumbled to herself.
She looked at her watch again. Three more minutes to go.
It wouldn't be so bad, except Economics is so boring. The
wait was killing her. She had been thinking about this all
weekend.
Kris was waiting for the class to end so she could go see
Professor Ritter about the experiment she was chosen to
participate in. She saw very excited, for she never was
involved in a psychology study before.
When the letter arrived approving her application to
participate, she wondered what it meant by she should be an
ideal candidate for the study. It did make her think.
Though she wasn't an airhead, she wasn't the brightest
person on campus. On the other hand, she was one of the
better looking girls around. She was about 5' 3" tall,
long wavy blond hair, an even bronze tan from the
California sun, perfectly rounded ass, slender legs, and
firm tits.
At last, the teacher closed his book and dismissed the
class. Kris was moving before the words were completely
out of his mouth. She moved quickly around several other
students that were closer to the door and burst into the
hallway.
She quickly made her way out the building, turned west, and
headed across the collage campus to the Psychology
building. It was a long walk, but she walked fast, and was
there in a few minutes. He headed for the elevator, going
to the fifth floor.
The doors opened, she opened her purse and pulled out the
letter.
'Room 5123.' she again mumbled. After a few turns, she
found the room and went in. A secretary greeted her.
'I'm here to see Professor Ritter.'
'You name is?' the older lady asked.
'Kris Stuart.'
'Oh yes, Miss Stuart, he's expecting you. He'll be with
you in a moment.'
Kris sat down. She was nervous, yet excited. This was
totally new to her, for she really didn't think much of
Psychology, taking the a required course. She wasn't quite
sure what the study was all about. On the application,
there were several questions about her dreams. Maybe it
was some kind of sleep test. That would be easy enough,
and she could earn the twenty bucks the easy way.
The door opened and the old professor asked her to come in.
The room was as to be expected. A big oak desk, two high
back chairs, several awards on the wall, and stacks of
papers everywhere. Kris saw across the professor. Though
he was older, he still was a sharp guy, and taught an
interesting class.
After several minutes of small talk, the teacher go into
it.
'I'm conduction an experiment, or should I say some
research concerning peoples inner thought, their deepest
dreams. I want to find out what people are like deep
within their subconscious.'
'Sounds interesting. What do I have to do?' She asked
anxiously.
'That's the best part, you have to do very little. My
little box takes care of all the rest.'
'What box.' she questioned.
He turned around and pulled a large black box from under
his desk. It looked a lot like a video tape recorder, only
a little bigger.
'It's a VCR.' she stated.
'Yes and no. We used the guts from one, but modified it to
receive brain waves instead of video signals. It work much
like a VCR, but it only records. We play the tape back on
a standard unit.'
'With it, we can read someones mind, then record in on to
video tape, image and sound alike. It's taken me two years
to develope and prefect it, but now I have it refined to a
very high reliability rate.'
'When do de begin the test?' Kris asked.
'You are going to take the unit home with you. We have
found that it works better then the subject is in a
firmilar, comfortable environment
Professor Ritter proceeded to show Kris how the unit
operates and what she would have to do use it. He then
pulled a small prescription bottle out from his desk and
opened it up. He pulled out a rather large pink pill from
the container and handed it to Kris.
'What's this?'
'This a drug that will help bring out you subconscious.
Take this right before you start the unit. It will help
you to relax and probably make you sleepy. Just relax and
let the unit do the work. When something occurs, the unit
will begin recording.'
'Sounds simple enough. It won't, like, hurt, will it.'
'No, of course not. You won't feel a thing. One last
thing. Please don't play the tape after you have done the
test.'
'Why not?' she asked.
'In case something very, well, shall I say, scary pops up.
We have had a few cases of things like that occur. It also
helps keep a control factor in the study. Believe me, for
both reasons, don't view the tape.
She agreed to his condition. He gave her the unit, gave
her a blank tape, and insured she had the drug. They
packed the unit up in a padded case, and said their
good-bys.
Kris cut her last class and headed for her dorm room.
Daddy had made sure she would get a private room on campus,
will all the gadgets she would need to make her feel at
home.
Kris set the unit up according to the professors
instructions. She set it up next to the couch, within arms
reach. She turned the phone off, closed and locked the
windows, pulling the shades down and turned off all the
lights.
She then got a glass of water and laid down on the couch.
She placed the headband on her head, making sure the wires
were all plugged in tight. She pulled out the drug from
her purse, popped it in her mouth and chased it down with a
long drink of water. She flipped the box on, laid back,
folded her hands across her stomach, and relaxed.
The drug worked quickly, for within a few minutes, she felt
all of her muscles relax and her eyes grow heavy. Within a
couple minutes, she had slipped into a light sleep.
After several minutes of her sleep, the unit detected
something and began to record her impulses.
Kris awoke from her nap. The room must have gotten warmer,
for she seemed to have work up a bit of a sweet. She
looked over at the unit. It was in the standby mode. She
then looked at the clock. It was about an hour and a half
later. Though she had slept for that long, she didn't feel
rested. She knew she had some kind of dream too, but
couldn't remember it.
She took the headband off, rewound the tape and popped it
out of the unit before turning it off. She held the tape
in her hands for a few minutes. The professor said not to
view it, for it might scare her. But what could scare her,
her own dreams? Besides, she loved scary movies.
'Damned if I'll do this and not see what the result are. I
want to see this.' she said to herself as she pressed the
play button.
She went over to her own VCR, turned it on and put the tape
in.
At first the screen was blank, only a few flickers of light
here and there. But as the tape went on, the screen seemed
to fade into a picture, like a fog was lifting. The tape
ran like a movie, for there was movement and sound. The
quality was good, for everything was clear and sharp. When
it fully cleared, and the image formed, Kris got quite a
surprise at what it showed.
There were two people or images on the scene, herself and a
man whom she didn't know. They were in a room, she didn't
know where. The man was tall and very muscular, with blond
hair and mustaches. He was dressed only in a pair of tight
black leather pants. They were so tight, the huge bulge
from his groin was prominent. He wore black shoes, but his
chest was bare.
Kris' attire was rather unusual too. He had on a black
G-string, a black garter belt, stockings, and black spiked
high heels. That was it. Her chest was bare, and her
nipples were hard and erect. Kris never wore something
like that, but she thought to herself that she did look
very sexy.
At first, Kris thought that this was going to be some kind
of seduction scene, where the two of them would head to the
bed room and screw around. Here she could see how she
looked when she fucked. But it did work out that way.
Instead, the man stood in back of her and pulled her arms
behind her back. He then produced a length of rope and
proceeded to tie her hands together.
Kris look on in shock. She looked at her images face. She
looked like she was in distress, yet at the same time
excited and enjoying it. The man's face was like stone,
very determined.
The man then bound rope around her arms, pulling them
closer together. This made her ample chest stick out even
further. There were a few groans, but it didn't seem like
they were of suffering. It seemed to Kris that her image
was struggling because she wanted to, not because she was
trying to get free.
The man then spun her around. His hands moved over her
chest, squeezing her fleshy mounds and pinching her
nipples. Her image tilted her head back in pleasure and
let out a soft moan. He then grabbed her shoulders and
pulled her to him, pressing her body onto his, and kissed
her passionately. Her image again moaned as her hips
ground into his.
They kissed for at least a minute before he pulled her
away. He then shoved a black cloth into her mouth and
covered it with folded cloth that tied behind her head.
Her image moaned when he pulled the gag tight as if to say
what took you so long.
He moved her over to a post in the room and tied a rope
around her and the poll. He then tied her ankles together
and roped them to the post. Her knees were tied and
attached also. He then took more rope and wound it around
her and the poll until her couldn't move an inch. All the
ropes were a bright white against her tan skin and black
stockings, and pulled very tight.
He then picked up a hunting crop and walked around her
several times, lightly swinging the crop in his hand. Kris
wondered if her was going to whip her image with it. Was
that what she wanted. To be beaten while tied helpless.
But instead, he used it to examine her body and point out
areas on interest. At one point, he lifted one of her
breasts with it, and caressed her check with the tip. Her
image again was lightly moaning as she wiggled around in
the confining web of ropework.
He then sat down near her and began for ravish her with his
eyes. He toyed with the crop as he took in every inch of
her. Her image squirmed around, but would only look at the
lump in his pants. She was hot and horny, and wanted to be
fucked by the strong master who had imprisoned her.
The image faded away for a moment.
'No, come back damn it.' Kris said to the TV. 'I want to
see what happens.'
A new image began to form. Again the two characters were
there, dress the same way. It appeared that he had freed
her from the post and as about to do something else. Her
hands were still tied behind her back, as were her arms.
Her legs were free, but the gag remained between her lips.
He stood in front of her, rubbing the hunting crop between
her legs and over her crotch. Her image again tilted her
head back and moaned. He then knelt down and pulled the
G-string down her legs very slowly, exposing her hairy
bush. She now stood naked in front of the man, waring only
her garter belt, stockings and heels. He then tied her
ankles together very tightly.
'Don't tie them together.' Kris thought to herself.
'Can't you see she wants to get screwed. Spread her legs
and do it.'
He stood up and moved about her, touching everywhere. Her
image squirmed around, moaning through the gag as he toyed
with her trussed body.
He then made her kneel on the floor. He helped her down,
making her kneel with her back strait. Again he walked
around her as she struggled in her ropes. The waiting was
driving her wild.
Kris' crotch was getting hot and horny too. She didn't
realize it, but her hand had moved down between her legs
and was now rubbing herself.
The man then stood in front of her image, his groin right
in front of her face. Her image nuzzled into his crotch,
moaning for him to open his pants and expose his manhood.
The man slowly zipped his pants open. As he did, Kris
unzipped her own pants and moved her fingers down to her
wet pussy lips. The man then pulled out hugest prick Kris
had ever seen. It hade to be ten inches long, and as thick
was her wrist. It seemed to be pulsating with power.
Again her image nuzzled into his crotch, moaning for him to
pull the gag from her mouth and replace it with his cock.
His did just that, yanking the cloth from between her lips,
pulling the other cloth out and shoving his cock into her
hungry jaws.
Kris was amazed that her image took the whole this in. As
her image went to work on the raging hardon, Kris' own
hands were moving in and out of her crotch and rubbing over
her clit. She watched as her image gave the man head, how
both of them were moaning in sexual pleasure. Kris felt
herself getting close to and orgasm. Her eyes were glued
to the television set, watching the two people as her
fingers brought her closer to an orgasm.
Suddenly, she let out a moan and rubbed her clit hard and
fast, squirming in the chair. Her climax came quickly and
powerfully. She closed her eyes and moaned as her
continued to masturbate herself, the orgasm flooding her
senses with sexual delight.
After her orgasm was over, she again opened her eyes and
looked upon the images. The man was about to orgasm. He
moaned really loud, and pulled his bound prisoners lips
down to the base of his shaft. He thrusts his hips forward
and shot his load of come into her mouth. She tried to
swallow as fast as she could, but there was so much that
she pulled back and let his come shoot over her face. She
licked and ate his jism, but his supply seemed endless, for
he just kept coming and coming. Again she took it in her
mouth and swallow, getting the last part of his sticky
sperm.
He pulled out of her mouth and rubbed his still hard cock
over her face, spreading the come over her checks, and
picking up globs of jism. She licked it was it passed her
lips, trying to get it back into her mouth. With all that,
the two were still excited, and wanted more.
The image began to fade away. Kris, still recovering from
her orgasm, sat and waited to see if there was going to be
more. After a minute or two, the screen began to clear,
showing a new scene.
The two images returned. This time, they were in a
bedroom. The man had is cock back inside his leather
pants, and her image was just was it was before, only clean
of any come.
Kris' image was laying on a huge brass bed. The man was
just finishing tying her left leg to the shinny post. Her
hands were already well tied to the posts at the top of the
bed, and her mouth was gagged again, the black cloth
between her lips this time. He moved over and tied her
right ankle to the post, completing the spread eagle
bondage position.
Once the man had her tied down, he didn't waist any time.
He sat on the bed next to her and began to explore her
body. Every part of her was touched. Kris' image was
squirming on the bed. With each moment, the image was
getting more and more aroused.
Again Kris' own hand found it's was down to her crotch.
She slowly stroked herself as if she was truly in the
scene, and the man was stroking her.
His fingers made their was down to her wet lips. His
fingers entered inside her, easily sliding in and out of
her. He played with her clit, and the image moaned loudly.
Her body now thrashed under him, waiting for that moment
when she would explode.
At last, Kris' images did come, moaning so loud into her
gag that is almost sounded like a scream. The man
continued to tease her clit throughout her orgasm. Her
trussed body thrashed about as much as the ropes would let
her.
When it finally ended, Kris' image laid limp on the bed,
breathing hard and fast. The man didn't give her time to
recover, for his lips were now kissing her neck and
shoulders. He move about her torso, lightly kissing and
licking her soft skin. Her image responded quickly for she
again was making soft moans.
His lips moved over to her breasts, kissing and sucking on
her nipples. Her image was beginning to squirm around
again, her moans becoming louder.
Kris was again rubbing her clit and pushing her fingers
into her again hot pussy. Her eyes were glued to the
television, watching every move made as her fingers were
building herself toward another climax.
The man then moved down her torso until he found her hairy
bush. He repositioned himself on the bed and went to work,
diving into her muff. His tongue explored every part of
her cunt, diving into her hole and teasing her clit with
steady licks.
Her image was moaning loudly into her gag. Her body
twisted and turn as far was her ropes would let her. His
hands moved up to her breasts and played with her hard
nipples, squeezing them like a pillow. She was rushing
toward another strong climax.
Just when she couldn't stand it any longer, her image again
screamed into the cloth, her bound body squirming under his
touch. It seemed just as long and intense as before.
Kris' fingers were also busy, still rubbing her clit. She
had hoped to climax when her image did, but wasn't ready to
when she did. But she soon got another chance to match
herself with the screen.
Again, the man didn't hesitate. He moved up her secured
body until his hips were at her crotch. He ground his
leather covered bulge into her groin. She knew what was
next.
He moved off her and in one swift motion, had removed his
pants to again expose the huge piece of man meat. Kris'
image was it, the power pulsating through it, and let out a
loud groan.
The man again moved over the bound images body, and touched
her wet cunt with the tip of it. Her image squirmed under
it, waiting for it to penetrate her hot box.
He slowly pushed it into her. Kris' fingers did the same
to her own wet box. As her image moaned, so did she. The
man began to move in and out of her, and Kris followed it
with her own finger, stroke for stroke.
Within a minute, the man was ramming himself into the
captive image. Her image was moaning and groaning like
crazy as the huge cock filled her. Kris was building up to
her climax, her cum covered fingers plunging in and out of
herself.
Her eyes still fixed upon the images on the screen, she
felt the first wave of her climax about to hit, and left
out a strong moan. Her image did the same, as did the man.
Suddenly, the man rammed hard into her and shot his load.
Her image climaxed and again screamed. Kris herself moaned
loudly as her body began to tremble with another orgasm.
She came harder than before, moaning throughout her climax.
When it was over, she was the two images just as they were,
his cock still inside her, her image panting like a dog.
He pulled the gag from her mouth and pressed his lips into
hers. They kissed passionately for several minutes,
moaning as they did. The image faded away, and static
appeared on the screen.
Kris sat in the chair for a few moments her fingers still
down by her cunt. She went over the whole thing in her
mind again.
'Is this what I really want?' she asked herself. She
zipped up her pants, rewound the tape and washed off her
hands. She kept thinking about the tape, what it showed.
'I never been tied up and ravished like that. How could I
want something like that when I've never done it? Could I
know more about it that I think.'
She then remembered the experiment. 'I can't take that in
to him. What would they think. They might put me away or
something.'
Later that evening, she called the professor.
'Yes Kris, what can I do for you.'
'Well, I did as you said and tried the mind scanner.'
'Good. Bring in the unit and the tape tomorrow so we can
evaluate it.'
'Well, there's a little problem.'
'Oh. What's that?'
'I know you didn't want me to watch the tape, but..'
'Curiosity over took you and you did.'
'Yes, but nothing showed up. I did everything you said to
do, but I guess it didn't work right or something.'
'That's strange. This is the first time that nothing
showed up. Are you willing to try it again?'
'Oh yes, I really do.' She wanted to know what would turn
up this time.
'Fine. Stop by tomorrow and I'll give you another dose of
the drug.'
After she hung up the phone, she sat down and wondered what
would happen the next time. She concluded that this was
all a mistake. That the thing must have read a dream she
was having, or was picking up transmissions form Mars of
something weird like that. Tomorrow, she would find out
the real Kris.
She again watched the tape, this time, watching every
little detail on the screen and listening to ever groan.
She again grew horny, but arrested the urge to masturbate.
Afterward, she want to bed and still thought of the tape.
Her urges made her horny, so she got out her vibrator,
teased her clit with it, rammed in into wet tunnel and
quickly brought her off.
She had a short day at school, and rushed back to her room.
She was excited, but nervous. She got a glass of water,
laid down on the couch popped the pill into her mouth and
chased it down with the water. She flipped the box on,
laid back and relaxed.
Several minutes after she fell asleep, the unit detected
something and began to record her impulses.
Kris awoke from her nap about an hour later. Again she had
work up a sweet. She looked over at the unit. It was in
the standby mode. Again she didn't feel rested. She knew
she had some kind of dream too, but once again couldn't
remember it.
Quickly she removed the headband, ejected the tape and
popped it into the VCR. The tape had been indexed, so the
prior days scene was still intact. The tape moved to the
new recording and began to play. Kris sat in front of the
screen, waiting for the first glimpse.
Again the screen was foggy, but soon cleared. Again her
image was there, but alone. She wore some kind of flowing
gown, like they use to in the old movies of medieval times.
Her long blond hair looked rally full, and even longer that
it truly was.
She walked about a room, her hands showing sign of
nervousness. She looked out the window, muttering to
herself about his return.
'This is more like it.' she said to herself. 'Me as a
princess, awaiting my prince to return to me.'
There was a knock at the door. Her image turned and bid
them to enter.
Two women, both incredably beautiful, came in. Both had
long hair, one blond, one chestnut. They also wore flowing
gowns, but weren't as nice as her own. Kris determined
that these were her handmaids.
'My lady', the blond spoke, 'the watchers had spotted his
return. He will be her within the hour.'
The other girl spoke. 'We must get you ready before he
arrives.'
Her own image spoke. 'We must hurry. We don't have much
time.'
They went over to the mirror and began to brush her hair.
Kris looked on, watching the two maids serving her image.
They took a small amount of her golden hair on each side
and made a single braid. They then pulled the ends behind
her head and attached them together so that she had a trim
of braided hair. They finished up and her image stood.
Her image that began to remove her cloths. She thought she
was going to change into some kind of nightgown, but none
was brought to her. She removed all of her cloths, handing
them to her maids until she was completely naked.
She then walked over to a large column that was in the
room. The support was at least two feet thick, and made of
solid granite, the surface polished to a smooth, glass-like
finish.
The next event really shocked her. She raised her hands
and put her wrists together, palms facing one another. The
darker hair girl then tightly bound her wrists together
with a rope.
The blond girl produced a white scarf. She knotted it in
the middle and approached her image. Her image opened her
mouth and received the knot between her teeth. The darker
haired girl pulled her images hair up, as the other wrapped
the ends around her head and tied it behind. Her hair was
let down, covering the cloth that encircled her head. All
that was visible was from her checks to her ruby red lips,
the white was in real contrast to her bright lips.
Her hands were then raided above her head and tied to a
ring that was anchored in the post. It was high above,
causing her luscious body to be pulled strait and tight.
Next, her feet were tied together at the ankles with
another rope, the ends winding around the column and tying
behind. Her knees received the same treatment. One more
rope wound around her waist, then around the column. One
again, her image was tightly tied to a post, unable to
escape.
The two maids checked the rope work, then gently kissed
their mistress, one on each check. They turned and left
the room. Kris' image was felt alone, tied to the thick
column. She struggled in the ropes, but the two maids were
too good. She couldn't free herself.
Kris watched the scene. Again bondage had come into play.
A different setting, different people. Was she a captive
of this place, or awaiting someone's return. Who was the
man who was coming. Was he coming to free her, or to do
something else.
After a few minutes for struggling, the door opened again.
This time, two men entered the room. The both had dark
hair, tall and well built. They walked in perfect step
with one another as they approached her.
They removed the ropes that held her to the column, her
wrists being the fast to be lowered and freed. They then
placed a band of bright silver metal, like a manacle, on
each of her wrists and her ankles. The metal bands weren't
like the usual kind. They were a perfect fit, snug but not
tight enough to pinch the skin.
Bright silver chains were attached to the manacle, with the
four ends going to one of their hands. Thusly, she was
leashed by the wrists and ankles, free to move about but
able to be jerked back at a moments notice. The white gag
still remained between her teeth.
She was taken out of the room, one man on each side of her,
each carrying a wrist and ankle chain in their hands. They
lead her through a series of corridors, down a flight of
steps, then to a huge wooden door. The door was swung open
to exit to a courtyard. The bright sun shined on her naked
body as she was lead to the center of the courtyard.
There, four huge silver spiked had been driven into the
ground in a rectangular pattern. The two men silently
guided her down to the ground and made her lay in the
middle of the box on her back, her golden hair fanned out
behind her. The chains were quickly and efficiently
attached, one to each spike, retaining her into a wide
spread-eagle position. Her naked body open and exposed
under the warm sun.
The men again walked away in step, leaving her alone once
more. Her body had been pulled tightly between the spikes.
Her hands opened and closed as her head turned back and
forth, but all other moment had been cut off.
For several minutes, the only sound heard was the groans of
the fettered image and the tinkling of her as she struggled
in her shackles. The view moved about her, showing her
from all angles.
After a minute, a trumpet burst into sound, as an
announcement of something. The courtyard gates swung open
as a white horse and rider entered into the court. The
gates swung close again as he moved toward her.
The riders came up to her and looked down upon her naked
and hobbled body. She looked up at him and moaned to him.
Kris couldn't see much of his face, but he was bronzed from
the sun, tall and strong, with black hair, dressed in white
and gold.
He dismounted the horse. The two men from before appeared
and led the horse away. The man walked about her once,
holding on to the hilt of his sword, drinking in her
beauty. He then stood between her shackled legs and looked
upon her treasures.
Then, he dropped to his knees, and moved his lips between
her thighs. He began to eat her hot pussy. He hungerly
licked and sucked on her clit and pussy. Soon the trussed
girl was moaning through her silk gag.
As the man began to eat her image's cunt, Kris removed her
cloths and began to play with her own cunt. She quickly
grew hot and wet as her fingers entered her love tunnel and
caressed her clit.
On the screen, the bound chained girl was turning her head
back and forth, moaning loudly. Within a few minutes, she
was on the brink of orgasm. The man plunged his face into
her, and made her jump over the edge. She moaned loudly,
only hampered by the cloth gag. Her hands made fists and
her toes curled from the intense orgasm.
She came for at least a minute. Kris' hands were now
intensely playing with herself, bring her senses to life
with sexual delight.
After her image finished her orgasm, the man stood up. The
two maids returned, one on each side of him. They removed
his sword belt from his waist. He then lifted his hand
from his sides. The two maids opened his pants and freed
his hard cock. His cock was huge, just as big as in the
other account. The two maids gently stroked it as he
stared down upon his chained pray.
His cock seemed to grow bigger as the two maids stroked it,
their hands running up and down his shaft. They then
helped him down to his knees and moved away. The man moved
over her and rammed his cock into her willing cunt.
Kris's own cunt couldn't stand any more. It exploded into
a wild frenzy of come as her orgasm ripped through her
body. Again and again, the waves of pleasure rolled over
her and the scene on the TV showed the man humping away on
his bound victim.
As her orgasm ended, she watched the man slamming his hips
into her images. Again and again, he rammed his cock home.
Her image again let go of yet another orgasm, moaning
wildly in the open court.
At last, the man not being able to hold back any longer,
pumped gallons of hot come from his cock in sexual
pleasure. He kept coming and coming, spewing so much, it
leaked out from her well stuffed cunt.
When he had finished, he stood up. The two maids placed
his softening cock back into his pants. The two men
brought the horse back and helped him back up into the
saddle.
'Until I return, my princess.' he said as he rode off.
The image faded and turned to static.
Kris was still recovering from her own orgasm. Again, she
had been so turned on by the story. Could the machine be
right. Could she be a woman who get off on being tied up
and ravished by a huge cock.
She knew she couldn't let the professor see the tape, not
with the two images of her so detailed on the screen. She
put her cloths back on and picked up the phone. She had
better get out of this before someone finds out what's on
these tapes.
'Hi professor, it's Kris Stuart.'
'Oh yes, Miss Stuart, I've been expecting your call. How
did it go this time.'
'Well, I hate to tell you this, but it didn't work again.'
'Again. I don't understand what's going on. This' never
happened before.'
'I'm sorry professor. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it just
can't read me.'
'But why. Is it the drug isn't strong enough for you, or
are you thoughts buried so deep, they can't be read.'
'I don't know professor. I', really sorry to waist your
time.'
'On the contrary, you may be more of a help to me that you
can imagine. Let me ask you this. Are you willing to try
it one more, this time in a controlled environment, outside
of your normal surroundings.'
'I don't know professor..' she really didn't want to
continue with this.
'You would be doing me a great service.'
'Well, alright. But if it doesn't work this time, I'm
out.'
Fair enough. Come in tomorrow morning, and bring the
unit.'
She hung up the phone. She could have kicked herself for
agreeing to do it again. What would come up this time, a
torture chamber?
'Well, maybe it will be different.' she thought to
herself. 'A different place, somewhere I've haven't been
before, and I probably wouldn't be alone.'
After she had settled down, she decided to get her mind off
it and do some of her homework. After about an hour, her
mind began to wander one more. She had to see the tape
again.
Before she started, she want to her bedroom and got out her
vibrator. She stripped naked, laid on the couch and
watched the second recording again. The vibrator teased
her and stimulated her, but didn't make her come. She
decided it wasn't as good as the first so she played that
one again as she masturbated herself with the vibrator.
Before it was over, she came twice, and fell asleep naked
on the couch, her pussy very satisfied.
The next morning, she took a shower and ate breakfast. She
was nervous. What today? She would have to let them have
the tape, and she probably wouldn't get to see it first.
'Why did I agree to do this.' she said as she pull on her
white shorts. She also wore a pink tank top and sneakers.
It was warm out, and the psychology building was usually
warm.
When she arrived at the professors office, she found that
the teacher had been called away, but his assistant would
take care of her.
The assistant turned out to be a post graduate student
named Jim. He was about twenty-four, with blond hair and
tan skin. He was about six feet tall, and looked like he
worked out to keep his great form.
He took her back to the research lab. There, a small room
had been set up, with a dentist chair, a table and chair,
and a television with VCR. Jim set up the scanner and
directed her to the chair.
'Sorry the room is a little scary,' he said to her, 'but
it's all we could do with the short notice.'
'It's not to bad.' she responded nervously.
'There's no tape in here. Do you have it?'
'Oh' she said trying to act surprised. 'I must have forgot
the it back at my dorm room. I didn't think you would need
it.'
'Forgot it huh.'
'Sorry.' she said in a little girls voice.
'This thing has never failed, after twenty tries. You try
it twice, claim it's blank, then forget the tape at home.
Tell me the truth.' he said to her as he leaned over and
spoke very close to her face. 'Did the unit really not
work, or was there something on that tape you didn't want
someone to see?'
She knew she had been caught. He saw through the lie.
'I can't let him see it. They'll lock me up in a nut
house.'
'Do you have the tape with you?'
She opened her purse and took out the tape. She held it
for a moment, looking like it was her prized possession.
She handed it to him.
'I'll look it over, but I'm sure it's not that bad. Just
relax, and everything will be fine. I promise.'
He handed her the drug. She took it, almost spilling the
water he gave to her. She sat back and stared at the
ceiling as Jim placed the headband of electrode on her
head.
'The professor wanted to try stronger dose of the stuff.'
he said as he put in a fresh tape and switch the unit on.
'More than likely You'll sleep a little longer because of
it. I'll check back on you from time to time. Don't worry
yourself, everything going to be fine.' he said as he
patted her hand.
Kris felt the first signs of sleep coming on. She tried to
fight it off, but soon her eyes were growing heavy. Her
last thought was 'what this time.' and fell to sleep.
When she awoke, she focus her eyes on the wall clock. It
was over two hours later. The scanning unit was again in
the standby mode. She was warm, and a small band of sweat
was on her brow. Her moved her hand to wipe it off, only
to find her hands had been tied down to the arms of the
chair with soft, white rope. She then noticed that Jim was
down at her feet, finishing off her ankles. He had crossed
her ankles, and was placing the final knot in the rope.
'What?' she mumbled, still a little groggy. 'Am I still
dreaming? What's going on? What are you doing to me?'
'Just doing what you want.' he said in a crafty voice.
'What do you mean, what I want?'
Jim pulled up a stool next to the chair and sat down. 'I
monitored what the scanner had picked up from your
subconscious. Quite interesting. I also reviewed what was
picked up from your other sessions. An interesting theme
running through all of them.'
'What did it get this time?' she asked, not really wanting
to know.
'Let me show you. I think that will be easier.' he pushed
the tape into the VCR and hit the play button.
Again the screen was foggy for a minute. Jim sat next to
her, glancing at her from time to time. While she watched,
she tested her ropes. Jim had very effectively lashed her
to the chair. He smiled and watched her struggle.
The screen came into focus. It showed Kris entering into
the professors office. She was waring a long trench coat,
a wide brimmed hat, and a pair of spiked red high heels.
She looked like she just step out of "Casablanca".
The secretary asked her to wait for a moment. A few
seconds later, Jim came through the door. He was waring a
lab coat and carried a clip board. He asked her to come
in.
They went through the door into a kind of laboratory. It
was white and very clean looking. A large examination
table, with a sheet over it and a pillow, was in the center
of the room, with a huge light hanging over it.
'Are you ready to begin the session, Miss Stuart?' Jim's
image asked.
'Yes Doctor.' Kris's image responded.
'Then let's begin.' he said.
She removed her hat and set in on a chair, letting her long
hair fall behind her. She then turned her back and opened
her coat. Letting it slowly fall to the floor to reveal
what she was waring. It was a red satin teddy, cut high in
the hips, trimmed with red lace and spaghetti straps.
Coupled with her red heels, she looked exceedingly
seductive and sexy.
She slowly walked over to the table and laid face up on it.
Jim, seeming unmoved, walked to the head of the table.
Kris raised her arms above her head. Jim crossed her
wrists and tied them together with a long length of rope,
then tied them to the bedframe. As he did, she closed her
eyes and looked as if she was being sexually awakened.
He moved down to her feet, spreading them apart and tying
them to the bed with more rope. His movements were very
smooth and clean. He tied his knots, gently touching her
skin. With each rope added, Kris seemed to be more and
more aroused. Not erotic or wildly, but passionately, like
two lover making slow, romantic love to one another.
When he had finished, he turned the overhead light on. The
light made her skin illuminate beneath it's glows. She
wasn't blinded by it, but it highlighted every inch of her.
Her red teddy and lips blossomed with color. She slowly
struggled in her bonds, her passion beginning to flow
through her.
With Kris now tied down, Jim again picked up his clip board
and began his examination. He would walk around her,
taking in every inch of her, probing every part of her
beauty. He wrote on his pad, taking endless notes.
He then began to touch her, caressing his finger over her
legs and shoulders. He again made notes as his finger
examined her. Kris continues to slowly squirm, her
breathing heavy and soft moans passing through her lips.
Kris herself, tied to the chair, was getting aroused. She
watched the screen, what the two images were doing. This
was different that the other two, more senual and romantic,
yet a little mysterious and arousing. She slowly squirmed
in her ropes, her thighs rubbing together trying to tease
her clit.
Jim was getting aroused too. He watched the tape, looking
at both is images bound captive, and his own real one. He
knew Kris was getting excited, and found himself watching
her hips circle and writhe in the chair.
Back on the screen, Jim's image was still reviewing his
subject. He touched her hair and her check. His hands
moved over her heaving breasts, feeling their fullness and
her arrousment. Even through her satin teddy, he still
could feel her softness.
He made a note, then moved down her chest and abdomen until
her found her aroused crotch. She made a soft moan as he
caressed it and felt it. He made several notes,
continually examining the sexual parts of her body.
He then moved up again. He looked down on her and moved
his lips to her. The two kissed passionately and long.
Kris moaned as the did, her eyes closed, drinking him into
herself. They kissed for at least a minute before they
finally parted.
Again her made notes as she withered in her arrousment. He
then put his clip board down and removed his coat. He then
slowly opened his pant and allowed his member to spring
out. Though he wasn't as big as the other men in these
scenes had been, he still had a wonderful tool.
He slowly moved on top of her. Though she still was waring
the sexy teddy, he managed to move the satin aside and
slowly slide his hard cock into her wet and wanting pussy.
Kris' image made a deep moan as he entered her, again
closing her eyes as her passion as about to be fulfilled.
Kris herself let out a soft moan and he slid into her. She
was really turned on now, watching the two of them on the
screen. Jim too was horny, the bulge in his pants about to
burst out.
The two images moved together with one another. Though
Kris couldn't move much, she matched his tender movements
with his. They kissed fervidly, softly moan to one
another. Kris's body tensed and released a gentle orgasm.
As she did, she kissed him even harder and deeper.
the two made slow love for several minutes before Jim was
about ready to release. He moaned more, and pushed a
little deeper into her. As he was about ready to shoot, he
made one last push into her and pressed his lips hard
against her.
He released his flood of sperm, moaning long and deep,
pushing himself in as deep as he could. When Kris felt it,
she too moaned at the first wave of come splashed inside
her. He shot a huge load of sperm inside her, filling her
tunnel with the hot sticky fluid.
When had finished coming, Jim pulled herself out from her
and moved off the table. Kris laid on the bed, still held
down my the soft ropes, in total contentment. Her eyes
remained close as she basked in the aftermath of her
desires being fulfilled.
Jim returned his member back to his pants and zipped them
up. He put on his lab coat again and pickup his clipboard.
He wrote a series of notes, not looking up from the pad.
Kris laid content on the bed, her body recovering from the
prior encounter.
At last, he finished his scribbling and put his pad down.
He then untied her ankles, gently rubbing the light red
marks the ropes had left. He then did the same to her
wrists, freeing them and rubbing out the kinks.
'Thank you, Miss Stuart.' he said to her as he made a few
more notes. 'I have collected a lot of useful data this
session.'
'Same time next week then?' she said as he helped her put
her coat back on.
'Yes, same time.'
She put her hat back on her head, winked at the man, (who
didn't notice it) turned and walked out of the room, a
content smile on her face. The screen fogged and turned to
static as the scene ended.
Jim moved over and shut the unit off. He then turned back
to Kris, still bound in the chair. She continued to worm
her ass into the chair. Her nipples were hard and sticking
through her tank top. He moved back over to her and again
sat on the stool next to the chair.
'This one was far more captivating than the other two,
don't you think?' he said to her. She didn't respond, but
continued to struggle against the ropes that held her
prisoner to the chair.
'Do you have a fascination with bondage?' he asked.
'I've never tried it.' she responded.
'Then you must have some kind of urge to try it. How else
could your subconscious be so interested in it, not once
but three times.'
'I don't know.' she said slowly. Then she looked up at
him and asked the question. 'Am I crazy or something?'
He responded with a smile. 'No, far from it. You just
have a driving fantasy to experience bondage. To be
rendered into immobility, to be sexually aroused and
fulfilled. To have a strong man bring you to a erotic
height while you are unable to resist him. There is
nothing crazy about that.'
'What you're saying is I want to be tied up while having
sex?'
'What I'm saying is at least you want to try it.'
She thought for a moment. Was he right? Was all she
wanted to do was at least give it one shot. Maybe he was
right. She did like it when a man took charge during sex,
that he was the superior.
She wondered for a another minute, who could she confide in
and tell this too, without being taken advantage of. She
then looked down at her wrists, then at her ankles, all
still tied with the rope. He did this, and he knew what
was going on.
She looked up at him. He was good looking, better that
that. He seemed to know what she wanted, and he did know
all about it. He also had tied the knots very well, for as
much as she fought, she couldn't free herself.
'I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it, would it.'
'No, it wouldn't. You just might find out how much you
like it.'
'Will the professor be back soon?' she asked.
'No, he's gone for the day. We are alone.'
'Well then, what are you waiting for.' she said and looked
away. She knew he wanted to do the honers. He seemed
qualified.
No time was waisted. Jim had his moved all planned out.
He moved over and locked the door. Then he pulled a
bandana from his hip pocket and moved behind her. She
opened her mouth and wrapped her teeth around the cloth as
he tied the ends behind her head. It pulled her checks
back, but it felt marvelous.
Again he sat on the stool. His hands began to run up and
down her legs. they shivered with his touch. His fingers
went over her shorts. Even through the material, the heat
was coming through.
He pulled her top up, revealing her breasts. She then
remembered that she had forgot to put a bra on that day.
Good thing, one less item in the way. He played with her
hard nipples. She groaned through the gag as he did.
He then went back down to her shorts. He unbuttoned them
and slowly pulled the white material down to her bound
ankles, panties included. Her crotch was wet, waiting for
him to tease her. His fingers ran through her bush, making
her wiggle in the chair.
He untied her legs and pulled the shorts off. Her shoes
were also removed. He then untied her wrists and moved her
over to the stool. Her top was pulled of her back and
discarded. She sat on the stool, naked before him.
Jim bound her hands behind her back. She sighed with
delight as pulled her hand back and wound the white cord
around her wrists. He then tied her ankles together and
tied her feet to the foot rest on the stool. Satisfied she
sat secured, he began to really torment her.
He stood behind her and played with her hard nipples and
her fleshy mounds. He squeezed and teased them, making the
helpless girl moan with delight. Then his fingers made
their was down her stomach. He tied her so that her ankles
would stay together, but so her knees could be spread
apart. He parted her knees and gave himself a clear
opening to her crotch.
She was dripping wet as his fingers moved over her pussy
lips. She moaned again as he pushed two fingers inside
her, slowing fucking her with them. He rub her clit,
getting her even more excited.
He then moved in front of her and knelt between her legs.
his tongue went to work on her pussy. He probed her
tunnel, licked her clit and lapped her juices. Kris moaned
and groaned, getting closer and closer to an eruption.
Just as she seemed to be on the brink of climaxing, he
stopped licking her cunt and kissed her thighs. She moaned
at him, telling her him not to stop. But her gag kept her
from complaining. He waited just long enough before diving
in again.
Over and over he did this. Sensing when she was about or
orgasm, he would kiss her thighs, or slow his tongue, or
stop all together. He did this almost ten time. Each
time, he let her get just to the end of her rope, then
stop. She made her muffled
When she thought she could stand no more, he plunged in and
gave the licking of her life. He ate her like she had
never been ate before. And when she did come, she screamed
into the gag. He continued to stimulate her clit, making
last for ever. The sensation flooded through her entire
body. From her head to her toes, her senses were alive,
overwhelmed her whole body with sexual pleasure. It was
the best she ever had.
When at last she was finished, she panted around the
bandana. Every nerve in her body sang out in delight. She
never thought something like this could be so enjoyable.
She was right, he knew what he was doing.
He untied her feet from the chair and made her kneel on the
floor. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too. He
walked around her, studying her like he was deciding what
her was going to do with her and how. The wait of him
shoving his cock into her mouth was killing her.
He moved in front of her and rubbed his hands around his
bulge.
'Do you want it?' he asked.
She responded as her image did in the first setting. She
nuzzled her face into his crotch. She felt his hardness
under the material. She tried to get to it, but the gag
wouldn't let her. She groaned to him.
He responded. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock.
It was just like she had envisioned on the tape. The same
size, thickness and texture. He stroked it for a moment,
making it grow even more powerful.
He pulled the gag from her lips. Kris moved forward and
took it in her mouth. She hungrily sucked on it, moving
her lips up and down the shaft. His hands fondled her hair
as she gave him head. She wanted his come, to taste it and
swallow it down. She pumped on it like a high paid hooker,
giving him the best blow job he ever had.
It took a while, but he felt his load begin to smolder in
his balls. He moaned, closing his eyes as he felt the
first signs of his orgasm build. Kris knew he was about to
shoot and started to pump on him like mad. His load built
up to a fever pitch.
'Oh, oh here I come.' he moaned to Kris, to let her know
he was about to shoot. She knew already and was getting
ready for her first taste of his hot jism. He held back
for as long as he could, but she wanted it. Never before
had she wanted to suck off a man and take him come so bad.
Unable to resist any longer, he let out a loud moan, pulled
her head down his shaft and shot of the first volley of
come. Kris started to swallow, drinking down everything he
gave her. His knees felt weak as his orgasm overloaded
him. He continued to moan as he kept pumping come out of
his cock. Kris couldn't swallow fast enough to get it all.
It came out of her mouth, over her face and his groins.
When his ball were drained, he slowly pulled his semi-hard
cock out of her mouth. She licked the tip of it to get
every last drop. He tasted so good, she wanted to get as
much as possible.
He sat down in a chair for a moment, putting his cock away
first. He then looked over at the girl, still tied hand
and foot, kneeling on the floor. She was his to do what
her wanted with. She still twisted in her ropes, the come
dripping from her chin.
'If only I had a bed to tie you to, and more rope to do it
with.'
'Perhaps you can continue this later, maybe at my place.'
Kris responded.
'If that's what you want.'
'Yes, it is. Besides, I don't think I'm are quite finished
exploring this. I want to take it further, try more, under
the hands of a master.'
Jim was pleased to hear this. He untied the lady from her
ropes, wiped the come off her face with the bandana, and
gave back her cloths. Kris dress, wrote down her dorm room
number, and gave him a kiss on the check, promising to give
him more later.
'I won't be leaving here until four, and I need to stop by
my place and pick up a few things. When should I come by?'
Kris looked at the clock. It was a little past two. She
thought for a moment before giving him an answer.
'Come by at seven. Then we both have time to get ready.'
She turned to leave the room. Before she opened the door,
a thought came across her mind. What will the professor
say when asks about the test?
'What about the tapes?' she asked.
'Oh, didn't I tell you?' he said with a sly smile.
'Nothing showed up again. I guess we just couldn't read
your mind.' He handed her the tapes, and guided her out of
the office.
Seven o'clock rolled around and passed. Kris was nervous.
She expected him to be right on time. Was he going to
come? Maybe she should have given him her phone number, in
case he was going to be late or something.
Then, there was a knock at the door. For a moment, she
didn't move. He did come. What did he have in store for
her? What would he do to her? She moved to the door and
checked herself in the mirror. She then open the door.
Jim was standing there, a dozen roses in one hand, a small
overnight bag in the other. We was waring a blue pull over
and plue jeans. He smiled at her and held out the flowers
to her.
'Sorry I'm late, but a beautiful woman like you should
always have preaty flowers around her.'
'Oh, thank you.' she said as she sniffed the roses. 'Come
in and help me put them in water.'
After they had found a vase, and the roses were sitting on
the table, Kris put on some music and poured a glass of
wine for each of them. They sat on the couch chatting for
a few minutes.
'Tell me honestly,' he said, 'What did you think of your
first episode of bondage this afternoon?'
'I must admit, it wasn't that bed. To be all honest, I was
really horny.'
'I could tell.'
'I seems to me that you have more experience in this that I
do. Am I right in making that assumption?'
'You are.'
'Been doing it long?'
'Long enough to know the finer points of the game.
'Your little bag there. Does that contain some of the
finer points.'
He took the wine glass from her hand. 'Let me show you.'
he said. He got his bag and set it on the table before
them. He pulled a key from his pocket, unlocked the bag
and opened it up.
If was filled with a large assortment of ropes, cuffs and
gags. He must of had several hundread feet of rope
bundeled up into little coils. He had several pairs of
handcuffs, and two pair of legcuffs. There were several
leather straps, some short, some long. There was also a
large bright red ball gag and another type of gag.
'I guess you do know about this stuff.'
'I do.' he said. 'And I know how to use all of this very
successfully.'
'Well then, what are we waiting for.' she said as she
stood up and began to remove her cloths. Jim sat back and
watched her slow striptease.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slowly slid
down off here shoulders. Next, she unzipped her jeans and
very slowly slid them down her legs to reveil the red teddy
she was waring. It was almost identical to the one that
she was waring in the vidio. She slid her feet into a pair
of red spiked heels and moved over by him.
'I bought it this afternoon, just for you. Do you like
it?' she asked.
'Yes, very nice. I like it a lot. Red, the color of
burning passion.'
She sat down next to him. Kris knew how to tease a man,
get his cock all worked up into a frenzy. She snuggled up
against him, her body rubbing all over his. He placed his
hand on her smooth legs, caressing her thighs. She gently
traced the outline of his hardon, cupping the bulge in her
hand.
This only lasted for a moment before he reached into the
bag and pulled out several coils of ropes. Kris turned
away from him and placed her hands behind her back. As Jim
bound her wrists together very tightly, shivers ran down
her spine as he cinched and knotted the ropes. Now
helpless, she waited for his next action.
He tied her ankles together with another length of rope,
again cinching the middles. He then pulled a red cloth
from the bag, placed a knot in it and held it up to her
lips. Kris slowly opened her mouth, parting her ruby red
lips wide to accept the gag. He placed the knot between
her teeth and tied the ends behind her head.
He then made her sit back on the couch. He began to slowly
explore her luscious body. It was very sexy. She was all
tied up and gagged, waring only her sexy teddy and heels,
with this attractive man lightly touching and caressing her
body. She felt the same as her image did in the third tape
did, aroused and excited with romantic pleasure.
He kissed her shoulders and caressed her hips and thighs.
Kris let out a soft sigh as his hands moved over her skin.
His hands cupped her breasts through the satin material
that covered them. Her nipples were hard agains the soft
fleshy mounds. She moaned through the gag and bagan to
squrim under his touch and in the security of her ropes.
He pulled the gag from her mouth. Immeditly, their lips
met one another in a sweet, deep kiss. Their mouths
pressed against one another as their tongue flickered into
each others mouths. Kris moaned again. His kisses were
full of passion and desire. She felt the power that came
from him, his commanding spirt. She wanted to wrap her
arms around him, but the ropes prevented her.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He gently
deposited her on the bed and removed the ropes from her
wrists. He laid her back on the sheets and began to tie
her to the bed.
He bound each of her wrists to the headboard. Though they
wern't far apart, her fingers were unable to reach the
knots that held them. He untied the knots on her ankles
and slowly spread her legs apart. He bound ropes around
each ankle, looping the ropes around the arch and heels of
her shoes, tying the ends to the legs of the bed.
He pulled the red ball gag from the bag and sat on the bed
next to her. They said not a word, but their actions
spoke. She looked at the rubber gag, wondering if he was
going to use it. She wanted him to, wanting to feel how it
was to have her moans and groans muffled. She parted her
lips to welcome it. He placed the shinny ball in her mouth
and gently tied the ends behind her head. She moaned with
delight and Jim smilled.
Jim walked around the bed, viewing his captive from all
angles. Her hands were tied down and helpless. He legs
were bound and spread apart Her mouth fill with the bright
red ball that matched her red teddy and spiked high heels.
Her soft, tan skin seemed to glow in the light. He long
blond hair fanned out under her trussed body. Kris twisted
and turned in her ropes, softly sighing and moaning. She
closed her eyes and squirmed on the bed as he swallowed in
her beauty. He had never had such a captive woman as
beautiful as this.
He touched her everywhere, letting no place unfelt. Her
caresed every inch of her skin, feeling the softness and
the smoothness for her. He wanted to know every part of
her in detail.
Her body tremebled under his hand. Shivers of pleasure ran
through her like wildfire. She moaned into her gag,
constantly writhing her body as far as her bonds would let
her.
He kissed every inch of her with soft, tantalizing kisses.
Kris was in heaven, the heat coming of her body. She was
getting more and more roused with each moment. What would
her do to her, and how long would he keep it up.
After sometime of this, they both finally could no longer
stand it. Kris seemed to be on the very edge of climax.
Jim's hardon was raging out of control for relief. He
removed his cloths, exposing a massive hardon and slowly
climbed on top of her.
As in the vidio, he moved aside the meterial that covered
her wet opening and slowly slid his cock in. As he pushed
in deeper and deeper, Kris released her orgasm. She
withered and moaned as the climax rocked her entire body.
Every nerve was alove with sexual pleasure.
Slowly, very slowly, Jim began to slid his cock back and
forth inside her virgina. His stroked were slow and
steady, each one just as smooth as the prior. Kris moaned
into her gag. His cock filled her cunt sending waves of
passion through her body.
Jim tried to move as slow as he could, but soon his desire
took over. He moved a little faster with each forward
motion. When fully in, he pushed in harder, sending his
manhood deeper into her. Faster and harder he moved.
He moved with a quick, steady motion. Kris moved under him
as far as her ropes would let her. Her breathing was fast,
moaning from the pleasure he was giving her. Jim as
moaning too, for it felt so good. It had been a long time.
Both of them were building up to a orgasm. Kris's sensuous
body squirmed in the sheets as Jim's body moved on top of
her. She moaned loudly, her orgasm just about ready to
release. Jim felt his come traveling up, ready to burst
forth from his cock.
Kris let out one last loud moan and began to come. Within
a few seconds, Jim sent forth an army of sperm, pumping her
tunnel full of the hot sticky fluid, their juices mixing
inside of her. Kris felt the come hit inside her, making
her orgasm just that much better.
When Jim had pumped his last drop of come from his rod, he
pulled the gag from her mouth and kissed her passionatly.
With his cock still inside her, and her firm body still
tied down, the two pressed the lips together, their tongues
dancing in one another mouths.
Within a minute, his cock, which never really lost it's
erection, was hard again. He started to slowly mive his
hips again, sliding his cock around inside her wet tunnel.
They continued to kiss, moaning together as they did.
Jim stopped for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. Kris
was still full of passion and desire. So was he. He
wanted more of her, but he still wanted her bound in ropes.
He thought for a second and came up with an idea.
He moved off of her, giving her one last kiss and untied
her wrists. Kris wasn't quite sure what he was going to
do. Was it over, was he having second thoughts, was he
removing the ropes or doing something else.
As he untied the ropes from her legs, she leaned on one arm
looking at him. He sat next to her for a moment. Wonder
popped into her eyes and he answered her question.
'I want to try something.' he said. Kris nodded her head
in approvial.
He laid her back onto the bed and picked up her hands.
Kris held them above her as he crossed her wrists and bound
them together, winding the rope around her wrists, crossing
them so they couldn't move. When he finished, she raised
them above, expecting him to tie them to the bed.
He didn't. Instead, he moved to her legs, bent her knees,
crossed her feet at her ankles and tied them together.
they was he tied them cauded her knees to spread apart,
giving a clear view to her pussy. He didn't gag her again.
Still waring her satin teddy and high heels, he lifted her
feet up and slid his toned body through her legs until his
hard rod was poised by her entrance. Kris got the hint,
placeing her bound wrists around his neck. He slipped his
arms through hers so her arms were now around his body.
Though still bound, she was able to have her body wrapped
around his.
Again he pushed it cock passed the satin material and enter
into her wet tunnel. Their lips met again, lock in a
passionate kiss. His hips moved slowly, as did his hips.
They made slow love like this for half an hour, his hard
cock slowly sliding along her wet lips.
She had two small orgasm as thet did. Nothing like before,
but enough to send imense pleasure through her body. It
was glorious, her bound body wrapped around his, moaning
and groaning as their bodied slowly melted together.
When Jim felt his load begin to build, he would slow he
stroke even more, sometimes stopping, just letting his cock
fill her cunt. When it relaxed, he again would slowly
start.
After their slow screw, Jim finally felt first spasm of his
climax. He pushed in deeper with each slow stroke. He
wished he could hold it back again, but it build up to a
sizable porportion.
Just as he felt it about to erupt, he pushed in as deep as
he could and shot another load of come inside her. Kris
moaned when she felt it, and released another small orgasm.
They kissed even harder, their tongues darting around one
anothers.
When he had finshed, their lips parted to pant. Their
breathing was hard and deep, recovering from their love
making. Kris, still tied and wrapped around him, hugged
him as best she could. Her wrists were tired, but it
didn't matter. She felt so good, so alive, like never
bofore.
Jim wiggled out from under her bound graps and untied her
from her position. Once free, she kicked off her heels,
removed her crtotched socked teddy, and cuddled up to his
naked body. It was some time before either of them spoke.
They touched one another slowly and lightly, letting the
moment gather around them.
'Was it what you hoped it to be?' he asked.
'Yes, it was.' she sighed, 'and more. It was wonderful.
I never had so romantic yet so kinky and exciting of an
experiance.'
'So you think you like it?'
'Yes, and the person who help me discover it too. And I
want to know more.'
Again the laid in silence for a few more minutes.
'It's getting late.' Jim said. 'I better be going.'
'So soon?' she responded.
'It's past midnight, and I have to be at the lab by seven.'
They didn't say a word for a few minutes. Jim got out of
bed and dressed. He collected up his items and returned
them back to his bag. Kris got up and put on her robe.
They walked out to the living room together.
'Am I going to see you again?' she asked as she took his
hand. Jim put his bag down and kissed her hotly. Her
knees almost gave out.
'If you want to see me.' he said.
'Call me tomorrow.'
'Deffently.' He said as he opened the door and was about
to walk out.
'Hey, wait. You don't have my number.'
He pulled a small slip of paper from his pocket.
'Might this be it?' he said with a smile, and closed the
door behind him.
Kris went back to her bed. She climbed between the sheets
and fell right to sleep. She dreamed all night long.
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