## Archive-name: last_detail

From: sensdepriv@aol.com (Sensdepriv)

Subject: D5 - The Last Detail

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The following text is a work of fiction containing graphic depictions of a sexual encounter between two heterosexual adults. If such material offends you, please skip to the next article.
>>>>>>The Last Detail<<<<<<

Once again I find myself in the shower with you. You are washing my back, gently, and the room is filling with the smell of wild raspberries. You are pumping this wonderful smelling soap into your hands, and firmly but gently applying it to every part of my body. Reaching down, and gently lathering the small mound of hair between my legs which up until now has been drenched by you. I am becoming aroused, yet again, and you say, "quickly darling, remember the reservations". Now thoroughly devoid of any trace of your sex, we step out of the shower, and you put a terry cloth robe on me, all of the wet from the shower, absorbing quickly into the fiber of the garment.

My hair is wet, as I begin my routine, and you yours, standing next to each other catching glimpses of each other in the steamy mirror while we prepare ourselves to go out into public and continue our fantasy under watchful public eyes. Your eyes are transfixed as I run my fingers through my hair, gently pushing it up so that the natural curls and waves which have always framed my face fall gently into place. Not too much makeup, just the right amount so that I look my best, but look clean, fresh, not painted. You kiss my neck, and my head and back arches to your touch.

I have always felt that elegance is defined in terms of simplicity. And I have brought a dress for our evening out which is the epitome of elegance. Silk, burgundy colored. As I slip it on over my head you say "please, don't wear panties, it will make dinner that much more exciting". I will do anything you ask of me, and the lace panties which have hugged my hips I am sliding off and stepping out of. I push the thigh high stockings onto each leg, and place my foot into each one of the stiletto heeled shoes which I have brought for the occasion. And you, incredibly handsome in the dark suit which you are wearing. Of course, neck adorned with a paisley tie. You come close to me, and rub your hands up and down the silhouette of my body, surrounding your fingers in the softness of the silk. "Mmmm, we really can't get lost in this just yet, I want to show you off, come, lets go" you say.

You are leading me to what looks like a very romantic restaurant, stepping inside, we are taken to a table which is somewhat secluded, but still within sight of the other patrons who seem oblivious to our afterglow. The room is dimly lit. Walls are sconced with candlelight, and candles light each table. The flickering sets a mood of amorous haze. We are seated not across, but next to each other, and I feel your hand gently rubbing the silk which drapes my legs.

"I have taken the liberty of calling before, while you were in the bathroom, and ordering for us. Is that alright with you?" you say.

"Everything you have done, all that you will do is perfection, yes." I say.

A dish of crudities are put on the table, nothing too fancy, celery, baby carrots, and olives. You pick up a carrot and hand it to me. And I look at you, wondering, and awaiting your instructions. "Please darling, put this in you, I need some dressing to go on the carrot" you say. And I obey, gently sliding the carrot and my hand in between my legs, and under the silk.

"How long shall I leave it? Did you like your carrots seasoned and cooked?

say.

I feel your hand reaching up to where mine has just been, and you probe inside of me, under the table, for the carrot which is well hidden but not lost. Retrieving it you look at the dripping carrot, then at me, smile that nasty smile you have and place into your mouth, you eyes close, and you look to me like you have just tasted ambrosia. You reach and this time grab a piece of celery, much longer than the carrot. This time, you make the journey up my legs, in between my legs, and place to celery inside of me. You wait some time and kiss me, and then go to take the celery back. Grasping it between your fingers, you trace my lips with the celery, my tongue following, and you place part of it in my mouth, and join your mouth to mine, nibbling at the celery, and ending with a very deep kiss.

"Will we eat out entire meal out of me?" I ask with a smirk on my face

"No darling," you say, "I have always liked to start my meals with dessert and work backwards".

I reach down and feel you, and ask "when do I get to eat dessert?" I lift myself up off of the chair, and discreetly lower myself under the table, making sure that all eyes are off of us. The waiter comes, but I hear you say "my love has just gone to the bathroom, could you wait a few minutes before you return?" I am unbuckling your belt, unfastening your button, and unzipping your fly. Your rod is peeking out of your silk boxers, and my mouth is quick to act, quick to take it all in, tasting the pre cum which has lingered on the tip of you since you first ate the carrot. Your fingers, running through my hair, your hands helping my head deeper and deeper onto your cock. I am sucking on you like a baby suckles at a mothers breast, and sliding and gliding my mouth up and down the length of your cock. I feel it growing inside my mouth, and my head is moving faster. I can hear you breathing harder, and your hips begin to move with my mouth, and as you cum. I am enjoying every bit of that steamy cum which I have come to worship.

"Not yet," you whisper, " the waiter is coming back, stay down just a few more seconds love." Shortly after I feel your hands reach to my shoulders, you signal me to join you at the table again. As I return, I am smiling that look that I get when I have just eaten you. This meal is most satisfying. Satisfying all of our hungers, all of our desires.

"Dearest, you know that our fantasy must end in the morning, that we must return to our lives, but tonight we shall allow ourselves to continue to get lost in each others love", you say.

"Yes, I know, it is bittersweet just thinking about it, but I have no regrets, and I know that we will both walk away with having been totally satisfied".

Dinner has been wonderful, great food, delicious wine, conversation as sharp and as witty as the first night we traded words on line. We click, and it is obvious to the world we are loving each other, physically, intellectually, and romantically. Our body language, our words, our glances fitting perfectly like a fine wine which is enveloped by the fine crystal it is poured into.

"Come," you say, "we must return to our nest, I want you to see what I have planned for you next. But before we return it is important, I must know, do you still trust me?"

I am thinking that you have put yourself inside every place on my body, that every part of my body has tasted your cum, your cock, and what could you have possibly had done while we have been out of the room? "Yes," I say, "I will always trust you".

As we enter the room my eyes quickly glance around to see what you have done. What you have changed in this place. Everything looks as it did before, except the bed has been made, room has been tidied up, ah, now I see what looks to be a chin up bar in the doorway between the bedroom and the dressing room, and you have arranged for a full length mirror to be placed in the dressing room directly across from the doorway with the bar. Hanging from the bar are two soft leather manacles which I have no doubt are awaiting my wrists. Leaning up against the wall is another bar with metal loops on each end and again, soft leather straps.

"I know you said you would not do trashy with me before, but I thought that by now you might have changed your mind. You hand me another beautifully wrapped box, and I look up at you, and see your eyes dancing with anticipation. As I am opening this box, I peer inside, the only thought in my mind is how quickly I can put on what you have bought me so that I may play your game with you, and satisfy your hunger for what you have planned.

Slipping out of my dress, and allowing it to fall to the floor, putting on the purple silk and lace crotch less panties which are in the box, sliding up the garter belt, attaching the ends to my thigh high stocking and leaving my stiletto heels on. Removing the bra which I was wearing, and replacing it with the one which you have bought. This bra leaves my breasts and nipples exposed to your every whim. You have been watching me every step of the way, while removing all but your silk boxer shorts, and rubbing your cock. You reach out for my hand, and as I gently place it in yours, you lead me to the doorway, and our next fantasy.

"The effect of tying you up earlier was one which I had only dreamed about, you have made my dreams take flight, I want you to watch, to stand, to hang" you say.

You take my right wrist and buckle the manacle around it, not too tightly, but secured so that there is no escape, and repeat the process with my left wrist. If my shoes should happen to slip off, I would be hanging, unable to touch the floor. You are kissing and sucking and biting my nipples, and are reaching for the bar which is leaning up against the wall. Now in your hands, you place the bar between me, and fasten each side to my ankles. I am bound, and I have no way out of this, you have made me your captive.

"I will not humiliate you darling, I will not call you names, but you will come to beg. If at any time you do not like what is happening, if you are in too much pain, you will say butterscotch and I will stop. Know this though, I HATE butterscotch, so if your gonna say that, make sure you mean it."

You turn and walk to the closet. In the mirror I can see you reaching inside and scavenging for something. You return with a black zippered bag in your hands. Again curiously I say "You have taken a lot of thought in your planning."

"You are the culmination of 46 years of planning, dreaming, hoping" you say. With that you open the bag and remove a small ball, and place it in my mouth. "The only thing I want to hear from you are your moans of ecstasy for now". Back into your bag again you remove a small chain, with clamps on each side, and you attach them to my nipples which are so hard, and erect that you must adjust the clamp so that each one fits, snugly, tightly as not to fall off. And you pull at the chain which pulls at my nipples so that you are assured that it is securely fastened. You begin to kiss and lick every part of me, from head to toe. Yes, all you can hear are my moans of ecstasy. My nipples are burning, the causal effect is one in which there is a steady stream of my wet sexual moisture running down my leg, and you are licking it up, from my knee to where my thigh meets my crotch. You are not touching my clit, or my hole, and it is absolutely oozing. You reach into your bag again and remove yet another chain. A longer one, one with two clamps also, but they are cushioned so as not to expose any of the metal. You pass one side of the chain behind the chain which is attached to the nipple clamps, allowing it to hang like a towel draped over a laundry line. The weight of the chain pulling, is making my nipples harder than they have ever been. You attach the next set of clamps to each outer lip of my sex. The pain is so pleasurable, crossing that fine line, and now, my lips are spread totally for your pleasure. I am grunting, and spewing air from my mouth around the ball, and I see how hard your cock is, how excited you have become. I may be your captive, but you are just as bound to your fantasy as I am to your apparatus.

"Darling, I did not plan on becoming so excited by all of this. If I am going to continue, I will need to get this cum out of the way", you say. "I want you to watch us in the mirror, you may not take your eyes off the mirror". With that you return to your bag and retrieve some lubricant as you have other things planned for my wet, and you squeeze the lubricant into the crack of my ass, and massage it gently. I cannot beg, cannot scream as the ball is in my mouth, and I feel like I will die if I don't cum, but you ignore my sounds of furiously muffled groans as you gently at first, then more feverishly thrust your cock up my ass, and pound me, knocking me out of my shoes, and hanging there. You reach around grabbing the chain as you fuck my ass. You are pulling at the chain each time you thrust, I am twisting off the floor and my body is writhing with intense pleasure, my body jerking with each move you make. I feel your explosion in my ass. My cunt leaking with me, my ass, leaking from you, and my mouth leaking with saliva which is running down my chin and neck in a steady stream. You are now holding me from behind, and admiring your work in the mirror. "Oh my," you say, "even if you had wanted butterscotch, I would not have known." You smile, and remove the ball gag from my mouth. "Do you want butterscotch yet?", you ask. "No" I say, "I too hate the stuff".

"My pet, this has really taken a lot more out of me than I ever expected.

am so tired, so sleepy". With that you turn away from me, leaving me dangling, dying for an orgasm, and you lay on the bed and just wait.

"Please, you can't leave me here like this, I need to cum, I need to be set free, I need you to at least let me down so that I may make myself cum. Please, please darling, don't do this to me, please. Please, I am begging you, please!"

"Sweetheart, your begging is such a turn on, I have waited all of my life to hear a woman beg like you just have." You walk over to the couch in the bedroom, and remove both cushions, and walk slowly over to me. I can only see you from the mirror as you are behind me. You drop both cushions on the floor and proceed into the bathroom, upon your exit you have both a cordless blow dryer, and a towel. You lift me up and kick the cushions one atop of the other under my feet so that I am no longer dangling, bending down you place the towel on top of the cushions. You kneel down on the floor and examine my open pussy which is dripping with desire.

"How beautiful you are" you say, "I had planned on making all of your wetness disappear with this blow dryer, but I think I would much prefer licking you absolutely dry". And with that, you pull up the spreader bar, and put it and my legs over your head, and behind your back, and you begin to work me, licking me, probing my hole and clit with your tongue, your fingers on one hand up my ass, and pulling the chain which binds my lips and my nipples with your other hand. You command me to look in the mirror, to see every bit of my orgasms, and you are eating me like you have not eaten in your entire life, and my body is jumping with each lick, with each bite, and I am cumming successively again and again, and the pleasure becomes painful and you keep going. The pain becomes intensely pleasurable and you keep eating, and I am dying a wonderful death. I have been screaming, and you say "be quite or I will need to put the gag back in your mouth". With that my pleasurable suffering becomes silent, and I am moaning, and trying to keep quiet. I have cum and cum so many times, you are in fact licking and eating me dry, and

keep cumming until I cross that line where I can cum no longer. I am exhausted, I am begging. "Please, I know I needed to cum, but I can not any more, please, please stop. Don't you hear me, can't you tell? Please stop, this is hurting this is wonderful, but please stop, I can't stand anymore".

"Mmmm", you say, "your begging is spectacular, and how could I refuse such a spectacular woman". You get up, and look at me, and walk behind me, and look at me again in the mirror.

"Yes," you say, "you really do look like you have had quite enough". With that you remove the spreader bar, remove the manacles, and I drop to floor as I am unable to stand on my own. You continue to remove all of the clamps which you had applied. Bending down, you scoop me up into your arms, and carry me to the bed, laying me down gently, covering me, and then climbing into the bed, spooning me into unconsciousness.

We awaken to the light of morning which no doubt has been there for some time. Turning around to you, fully satisfied, and smiling, we begin to kiss, knowing that these will probably be the last kisses we taste of each other. We had agreed from the start that in the light of day all of this fantasy would come to a close. The shower treats you and I to one last orgasm, uneventful after the night we had just had. More like a fine liqueur at the close of a gourmet meal. Our bags are packed, and making sure that there are no tell tale signs of what has occurred in the room we close the door, and exit to our cars.

Twenty four hours ago seemed like a lifetime and I had forgotten the apple which I had brought as a snack for the ride to Rittenhouse Square. With apple in hand, we take a moment for a long and passionate parting kiss, and as I hand you the apple which you bite into, I can't help but think that we have just left Eden.

>>>>>>The End<<<<<<<

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