The Assistant
Patience Bryce
Copyright 4/2003


She waits for me in the bedroom as I complete my shower. Laying
out the few articles of clothing I am assigned to
wear…black garter belt, black stockings.  In the bedroom, I have
to discard my robe and allow her to assist me.
Once I have the stockings and garter on, I sit in the chair as
the girl dries and brushes my hair.  She was made aware
of the importance of my hair. Forbidden to talk to her, she works
on my hair with few interruptions of her own.  I
can feel her nervousness too.  Once I get used to her being so
close to me, touching me, I begin to relax a little and
try to forget my nakedness.  Silently I try to process the impact
of her presence this evening.

Once my hair was fully dry and brushed to a shining luster, she
comes around to the front of me, holding my set of
black leather restraints. She smiles somewhat shyly and kneels in
front of me and secures the ankles restraints.
Standing back up we make eye contact and I hold out first one
wrist and then the other…watching her diligently
doing her work.  The girl glances at the clock and announces that
it is time. I stand up and the girl takes the chair
away as I kneel on the floor. Taking a deep breath I let it out
slowly and begin to contemplate what is about to
happen as the girl busies herself getting out specific items you
had listed for her earlier.  I hear music as she places a
CD in the stereo.

The door opens and you approach, touching my hair…signaling me to
rise and kiss you.

I then unbutton and remove your shirt, telling you that I am
yours to do with as you please.  Of course, you kiss
me...hard…hands in my hair…yanking my head back.  Exposing my
throat, you kiss and bite it…as you slide your
hand up to it.  You lightly squeeze your hand over it while
looking into my eyes, asking me if I am ready.

"Yes Sir"

You turn me around, my back to you.  You call the other girl over
and instruct her to place the blindfold over my
eyes.  Her eyes don't meet mine as she places it over my
head…then covering my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
Exposed and vulnerable I wear nothing but a garter belt and
stockings…and restraints.  You have the girl take me by
the wrists and attach them to eyebolts in the ceiling, furthering
my feeling of exposure.  I can feel her body brushing
against mine.  You have the girl move aside to wait your next
order.  You walk around me, touching me, caressing
me, pinching my nipples as you stop in front of me.  You pull the
nipples outward, simultaneously kissing my lips.
When I automatically try to return the kiss you twist one nipple
and tell me I'm not to move.  You can feel my
breath quicken.  You step back and observe me, knowing I am
straining to hear any movement, to feel any
touch…knowing I am anticipating.  I shiver ever so slightly.  I
jump as you slap my breast.  I can't see the slight
smile cross your lips…as your hand travels down my body to my
crotch, parting my lips and feeling my wetness.
You lean close…your mouth next to my ear as you whisper…
"My slut…you are wet.  You like it when I use you, don't you?" 
Softly I respond, "Yes Sir."
You want more, don't you my slut?  Breathing heavily I admit
that, yes Sir, I do.
Then ask me for it.
A sharp intake of breath…knowing I have to confess to my need…my
need to be used by you, for your pleasure. I
am yours to be used.

Silence first.

"Please Sir, I need this, I need you to do these things to me."
You move behind me, pressing against me, I can feel your hardness
against my exposed ass.  Your arms encircle
me, holding me tightly against you, as you speak softly into my
ear again.

"Are you ready for me?"

I can't help but smile.  "YES Sir."

You turn back to the other girl, and look over the implements she
has laid out per your instructions.  Pretending to
ponder what to use first.
"Hand me the shortest zipper", you tell the girl.  Slowly and
deliberately you start to attach the clamps of the zipper
to the flesh of my breasts.  Once it's in place you give it a
slight tug to be certain all the clamps are on snugly.  You
ask the girl for the next two and you instruct her to start
placing one along my right side, as you start one down the
left.  I feel both of you working on me… clamp after clamp biting
into my skin.  Then still more down the inside of
my thigh and across my pussy…flinching a bit as you clamp each
pussy lip. Soon, I am covered in clamps.  You
step back to admire your work…smiling to yourself.

Moving back behind me you silently point to what you want next,
and the girl quickly hands it to you.  You move
off to the side and with your right hand you rub it down my
ass…feeling the coolness of the skin, knowing that it
won't feel cool for long.

Pulling your arm back, there is the disturbance of air as you
bring the first paddle down across my ass, watching my
body sway forward in reaction.  In quick succession you swing it
three more times, tingling my flesh, a small
whimper escaping my lips…from the sting of the paddle as well as
the pull of the clamps across my front.  Neither
of us notices the other girl flinching. Your hand rubs my
reddening flesh, enjoying the rising warmth.

Next I feel cool air, as you begin to twirl a flogger, closer and
closer to me...the tips make contact, surprising me,
briefly making me rise to my toes.  You change directions and
start to flog from left to right, rhythmically.  Moving
the flogger vertically you strike my upper back…the full thud of
the massive flogger almost making me breathless
from the impact.  The clamps constantly try to pull from my
flesh.

Again you press yourself against me, your hands rubbing my skin,
you can feel me push back into you. You can feel
my need growing right before your eyes and touch.  Your hands
again part my legs and discover an increase in
wetness.

Suddenly I feel you between my legs…pushing something against
me…parting my lips, the clamps being jarred
repeatedly.  I realize that I am being penetrated, most likely by
a dildo.  You work the tip in and out…wetting it with
my juices, sliding it all the way in and holding it there…then
letting it slide back out. In and out you fuck me with
the cock. My hips thrust in response.
You comment that perhaps if I'm good I will get the real thing. 
I'm too wet to hold the dildo in place!  Next I feel
you sliding your fingers back further and I feel pressure against
my anus, followed by the feel of a slender smooth
butt plug being inserted fully into me…until the flared end slips
inside the tightness. The butt plug is firmly in place.

You bring your hands up to my breasts and lift each one slightly
then letting them drop, jarring the clamps that still
bite my skin. My whimpering becomes more pronounced.  My skin has
a film of perspiration on it.  You pull me
against you, your body rubbing against the many clamps on my
body.  I tremble as I fight to keep my composure.

Calling the girl over you instruct her to take pictures of me. 
My face reddens as I hear the beep of the digital
camera. After a few are taken you reach over and remove my
blindfold and have me look directly at the
camera…and the girl taking the pictures.  You move directly
behind me for one of them…anyone that sees that that
picture, of course, will wonder who took it.  You dismiss the
girl back to the other side of the room once more only
after having her put the blindfold back over my eyes.

You flick randomly at the clamps, enjoying my squirming…when you
ask if they hurt, I reply, "They are sore…Sir"
…and you ask if I want them removed.

"Yes please, Sir."

I know there is no getting away from this being a painful
experience. The longer they stay the sorer I become…but
having them removed will be as intense.  Teasingly you ask me
which ones I want removed first.

"Whatever pleases you, Sir"

"Well then, this pleases me" you reply…as you suddenly rip off
the zipper on my left side…quickly followed by the
zipper on my right side.  I cry out in surprise…and pain.  Blood
flowing back into the skin that had been clamped for
so long…throbbing.  My chest heaves as I breathe deeply and
shiver.  I am aware that there are more to come off.

"Which ones next, my slut?"

Shakily I reply, "Whatever pleases you, Sir."

Off comes the zipper snaking across my chest. My groan is
loud…the other girl had turned her head away.
Your hand plays over the remaining zipper.  I bite my lip…trying
to suppress yet another whimper.  You toy with
me…eliciting the noises you want to hear from me.  You unclamp
one clip.  I can feel the blood flowing back under
that skin and it's painful. I wonder if you will remove each one
so excruciatingly and singularly.
You don't.  You grab hold of one end and pull off the zipper. 
The response is full blown…and loud…as a yelp
escapes me. My legs twitch and cross, trying to alleviate the
pain, my arms above me, twisting back and forth.

You step close, kissing my neck…your hands reaching around and
rubbing my back soothingly…whispering that I
had done well and that you are very pleased.  Your words relax
me, and I let myself lean against you, even though
the tender areas that had previously been clamped are noticeable
as our skin rubs against each other.  Your touch is
more comfort then the ravaged skin is painful.  You kiss my mouth
hard, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
My hips grind against you.

"Ah, horny slut, aren't you?" you laugh and move away. "But we
have a bit to go yet" you tell me…as you reach up
and unleash my hands from the eyebolts above.  Rubbing my arms
for a moment before leading me forward, you
draw my arms out and have me grip the edge of a table, my ass
protruding outward, giving you a delicious target. I
grip the edge hard in preparation.  But first you tease my skin
with the feather duster-brushing it against my
sensitized skin, down my back, my thighs, and between them…My
legs part as I enjoy the sensation of the feathers
against my smooth pussy. Sighing and moaning softly, chills
breaking out across my body.  You move in closer,
tracing a finger down along the crack of my ass, down to the hot
wetness of my pussy.  You insert a finger deeply
into me.  I push myself down onto it…losing myself in the feel of
you penetrating me.

You remove your finger and wrap yourself around me, bringing your
finger up to my mouth, where I eagerly and
hungrily suck it.

And you are aware that I am thinking of your cock, not your
finger as I suck it hard.  Your cock twitches as you
think of my lips wrapped around it...instead of your finger.

Then as always you counter the soft arousing touches with harsh
slaps of the paddles and floggers. You work down
the length of my back and buttocks quickly, slapping the inside
of my thighs.  My mind reels as it's being pushed
back and forth between the pleasures of your touch and the pain
you trade it for. My upper thighs wet, not just with
perspiration but also with my juices freely flowing.

I am lost in feelings and emotion, need and want…pure lust for
what it is you are doing to me for your pleasure.  No
longer aware which implement is used or of another there watching
and helping.  Not caring. Just wanting the
attention that you are giving me, no matter what the price.  Just
a need…driving me to take anything for you.

My moans and groans grow louder, whimpering, my body twitches. 
Your hand on my upper back tries to still my
movements. You become aware of me mumbling incoherently, watching
my body take on a knowing rhythm  …
watch my hips thrust back and forth.  My skin is cool from the
sweat; the skin beneath it burns hot.  You lean
against me pushing my torso down onto the table. As your hand
tangles in my hair you press yourself against me,
feeling me thrust hard back…wanting and seeking relief…frustrated
to feel the clothing still covering what I want
more then anything right now.  You kiss and bite my neck-wet hair
clinging to my shoulders.

You stand up, bringing me up along with you by my hair. I stand
there, visibly shaking now.  You push me towards
the bed in the corner…standing next to it...facing it, you call
the other girl over and instruct her   "Tie her to the bed
spread eagle…face down."

Gentler hands touch me…guide me into position.  Quietly she takes
first one arm then the other and attaches them to
the corners of the bed.  I feel her crawling over me, not able to
simply reach across.  I know she must feel my hot
skin and smell the heat of my lust for my Sir.  I hear the scrape
of a chair as he instructs the girl to sit.  Not being
able to see, I don't know that he has her sitting facing away,
looking into the corner, instructed not to turn around.
Not that I care, at this moment. I try to quiet my
breathing...listening for the tell tale signs…trying to hear if
you are
removing your pants, needing you to take me. Now.  I feel the bed
move as it takes on your weight.  I feel you on
me, your hands forcing my legs further apart. My ass
rises…desperately trying to make room for you to enter me.
The soreness of my body against the sheet only heightens what you
have done...and are doing to me.  I feel you,
your cock, right at my opening. I hear you gasp as the head of
your cock touches my wetness…so hot…feeling as
though a steam is rising from me and engulfing your cock.  You
plunge deeply into me … your twist your hands in
my hair and ride me hard, fast. Your own grunts spurring me on,
making me push up against you…I show you how
much I need and want this, tugging at my restraints and trying to
feel even more.  I want to be part of you...to melt
into you…feel consumed by you, by your hard cock.  Pushing me
down hard into the bed…the sensitive skin where
I had been clamped barely perceptible to me as you push my body
back and forth on the sheets.  You remind me
that...I am your slut...that I am a slut …for the taking.

I feel as though I will go mad.  My lust is thorough as is my
need to give you everything you want. I feel you
twitching…expanding inside me...the butt plug being pushed
tightly into my ass as your weight pounds against me.
Your growls heighten and I know you are going to explode inside
me...inside the cunt that is yours.  Your mouth
connects with the back of my neck. In animalistic fashion you
sink your teeth into me marking me, as you thrust
deep inside me.  I howl, in the pain of your bite…and the
pleasure of knowing that you have taken me again…used
me and took that pleasure deep inside me.

Time passes as we catch our breath, each of us panting hard. Your
hand finally loosens from my hair and you push
the blindfold up and off my head.  Sliding off my back and to my
side you look at me. I look into your eyes, but I
can't speak, can only feel.  You reach up and take my wrists from
their restraints and do the same with my ankles.
Cautiously I move my limbs, feeling stiff.  You brush the damp
hair from my face gingerly and kiss my forehead.
You reassure me that you are immensely pleased with me.  You draw
me close to you and curl around me…feeling
my breathing begin to slow down.  My face against your chest, I
feel my own emotions welling up...the intensity
oozing out in the form of tears, feeling relief, and completion
that one doesn't get any other way.  You know you
don't have to say anything. You simply brush a tear from my cheek
and pull me close letting your lips touch the top
of my head as I slowly come down from my space.  Softly you call
out to the other girl to go ahead and start
cleaning up the toys strewn around the room, as you reach down
and remove the butt plug.  I start to shiver as my
body cools and you pull a sheet over us.  I turn and lay with my
back against you, your leg coming up over mine, as
your arm comes across my shoulder.  I relax into you, utterly
oblivious of the girl softly padding around picking up
the various toys dropped here and there.  In my world there is
just the two of us.  You are pleased and content
because I could forgo my own inhibitions and insecurities, my own
fears. Satisfaction that I could allow limits to be
pushed... successfully.  I hear you say, "Thank you...my good
girl…my wonderful slut."

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