an25549@anon.penet.fi

Hi.  My name (actually, my pseudonym) is Robin Young, and this is my
second story to be posted on a.s.b.  (And wow, did it ever turn into a
whopper!)  The first one, dealing with ass-fucking, cross-dressing, and
outdoor sex, seemed to be well received.  I therefore submit this for
your approval.  Male top, female bottom, lots of fetish clothes, lots of
bondage, sex, and pain.  This story is based on a (single) real scene.

Thanks to the Bottiers and to Bill Lemieux, as well as many others, for
the stories that first turned me on to all these things.  Please send me
mail if you like this story.  (Actually, all opinions welcome....)  And
PLEASE, post some stories of your own!

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_The Deep Hunger_

I don't know if you've ever felt it.  I'm not even sure I can describe
it to you if you haven't.  But I have to try.  It's demanding it of me.

It had been a long time since the last time we were together like this,
but tonight there were no distractions, nothing else to be done, nowhere
else for us to go.  And it was here.

She and I had been playing for a couple of years.  We knew each other
well.  And though we switched, I probably topped her more than she me.
Tonight I meant to go further with her than we ever had before.

We lay together, unwinding from the long day.  Resting, talking.  I
played with her hair, longer than her shoulders, as brown as her eyes.
"Let's get out of these clothes," she said.  "I want to be close to
you."

"I know what you mean."  We undressed, and got in bed together.
Snuggled next to her, my leg draped over hers under the sheets, was
comfortable and sensual.  "Mmmm, you feel really good."

"So do you," she replied.  I reached for the bong and filled it with
some pot, and offered it to her.  The offer was accepted with a cloud of
the sweet-smelling smoke, and she smiled, handing it back.  We relaxed,
letting the tensions of the real world flow away.  This is our ritual,
sometimes; it's a pleasant variation on the familiar progression into
the space where all we need to be is sex.

As we cuddled, she began moving against me, ever so slightly.  I started
to feel her smooth skin, her hair brushing against my face, more clearly
somehow.  She wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to her, and I
brought my mouth to her neck and kissed, a kiss that turned into a bite
as she stretched her head back and moaned.  She pushed her hips against
me, and I moved my leg between her thighs and pressed upwards with it,
as she pushed harder and began to rock on my thigh.  My heart was
speeding up, and I could feel hers doing the same.  "You're really...
getting to me," I said between bites, licking her during each bite to
feel like (but not be) a hickey.  I sucked on her nipples as well,
nibbling them into hardness, then biting and licking their tips.

When she could speak again, she said, "I want you to hurt me.  I feel
like I need to be tied up and beaten and fucked."  Hearing her ask for
what she wanted made my heart swell, and wonder how I had been so lucky
as to fall in love with her.  Her hair was falling across her breasts,
and she looked hungry... as hungry as I felt for her.  There was no need
for any pretext of punishment tonight; we both wanted this, and her
slavery would be simple submission to her own desires.

I moved my mouth close to her ear, and spoke deeply.  "I love you.  I
feel like I'm burning deep down inside, I want you so badly.  I need to
take pleasure from you, for the next few hours.  I want you to be my sex
slave.  And I really want to cause you pain."  She breathed deeply, her
eyes a little lowered, looking at me with that lust that comes only with
deeply needing to give yourself.  She bit her lip when I told her in
some detail what else I wanted to do, but my fingers in her pussy told
me she was very ready for everything, and then some.  It was late, but
tonight I felt like my desire for her was filling me up and making me
glow, pushing fatigue completely away.  And if she became slightly
sleepy, well, I knew what to do about that.

I reached for the spiked collar that lay by the bed.  "Are you ready to
wear this?"  She knew that as long as she wore it, she would be my
slave, and would serve me in whatever way I wanted.  And she knew
tonight I wanted her very badly.  I could see all of this in her face as
she said,

"Yes."

She held her hair back as I placed and locked the collar snugly around
her neck.  "Thank you, Master," she said simply, irresistibly.  I pulled
her mouth to mine by her collar, and we kissed, our lips and tongues
melting into each other.  I was already hard, and she spread her legs to
let me lie with my balls pressed against her clit, my weight on her,
still holding her mouth to mine with the collar.

The kiss went on, sliding and sucking, already becoming one of those
completely open kisses in which the heart is very close to the lips.  It
felt like the kiss became words.  I was telling her she was mine now,
and how much I loved it.  She replied with such a wave of desire that I
almost swooned, blood rushing into my cock.  We embraced with our
tongues, each stroke sending ripples through our bodies.  I knew she
would happily kiss for hours, just like this, but I pulled away slowly
with a few last kisses and one last lick.  I leaned back on my elbow and
said, "Slave, I want you to light those candles and that incense."

She lay back and sighed deeply, but as I stood up she realized I wanted
her to follow my instructions, and sat up and reached for the side table
where the candles were.  I walked out the bedroom door, on the balls of
my feet, feeling very powerfully energized.  In the living room, I
pressed shuffle-play on the CD; the changer began picking songs, which
it could (and would need to) do for the next four hours.

She had laid her clothes out on the sofa when she arrived that
afternoon.  I picked up the bag holding her corset, as well as her black
leather ankle boots.  I knew the five-inch heels on the boots would make
her disinclined to walk around, which was just as I wanted it.  I wanted
her to stay where I put her. I turned off the lamp, and saw the bedroom
lamp was out as well.  Good.

Then into the playroom, picking up the latex stockings and gloves.  Both
were black, and freshly polished; I had used the Black Beauty last
night.  The stockings would come up to the top of her legs, just under
her ass.  The gloves were shoulder-length.  Latex was one of my
strongest fetishes; the combination of tightness and sensitivity, the
silky warmth of it.  She hadn't been much into it when we met, but
seeing the effect it had on me when she wore it was enough to break the
ice, and now its very feel turned both of us on.

I brought all these clothes in to her as she was finishing the last of
the candles.  The incense sent up a delicious cloud, perfuming the room,
and the candles' glowing light illuminated her sweet body.  I laid the
clothes down on the bed and hugged her, sliding my hands down her back
and to her ass, squeezing and pulling her thighs apart.  "Oh, yes, yes,"
she sighed into my shoulder, holding me, and I kissed her deeply, then
lightly, then brushed my lips against her forehead.  Our words are the
least eloquent part of our communication and our lovemaking, but the
simplest "yes" can speak worlds.

Motioning at the bed, I said, "Slave, I want you to braid your hair and
dress yourself in those clothes."

"Yes, master," she said, moving to the other edge of the bed and
sitting.  She picked up the stockings, unrolling one up her leg, pulling
the wrinkles out of it with her open hands.  The black latex crept up
over each leg, in the candlelight.  I drank in the sight for a moment,
hearing the familiar squeak and rustle, then pulled myself away back
into the playroom.

Now it was time to get the toys.  My playroom is really just a big
closet--big enough for a wood frame which supports a sling, as well as
two chains from which my toys hang.  It's a cozy layout.

I had been thinking for a couple of weeks about tonight, and about the
different scenes I wanted to create with her.  I knew pretty much just
what toys I wanted.  I took the the leather arm binder, which was a
large sack into which both arms could be placed, elbows together and
wrists together.  I also took the slotted leather ankle cuffs, a long
black strap with holes all along its length, a black belt with three
D-rings on it, and a few snap hooks.

I put the toys down with the others, and knelt on the bed behind my
slave lover.  Her hair was braided, and she was just putting the corset
around her waist.  I helped her close the busket on the front.  Her
corset was black leather with purple trim, and satin on the inside.  She
absolutely loved to wear it; she said it felt and looked so good it made
her horny every time she wore it.  I tightened the laces just slightly,
as she wasn't a regular tightlacer and she would be in this corset for
several hours.  She stretched the garters from the bottom of the corset,
attaching them to the stockings.  Now the stockings would remain snugly
around her legs no matter what position I put her in.  The D-ringed belt
buckled around her waist.

She leaned her head back and I kissed her on the mouth, then along the
jaw, and licked her ear before returning to her mouth.  I kissed her
again, and again, bringing the heat rushing to her face, before
releasing her again and standing up.  I smiled to see her, flushed and
breathing unevenly as she adjusted to the corset's continual embrace.
But she knew what she'd not yet done, and she put her feet up on the bed
near the table with the candles, so she could see well enough to lace
her boots.

I put the final ingredient on the other side table: a quart of lube in a
pump-top bottle that could be operated with one hand.  Was that
everything?  Almost--a blindfold, and a thin, innocuous brown leather
belt, completed the collection.  I looked at it all for a moment, and
then quickly sat behind my slave, startling her slightly.  She was
buckling the straps at the top of the ankle boots, and I put my chin on
her shoulder as she strained to reach her feet, the corset making things
difficult.  When she finished I handed her the black latex gloves, and
she easily pulled them up her arms, flexing her fingers to stretch the
glossy black around her hand.  The latex went up almost to her
shoulders, not overly tight, and once the second one was on she leaned
back into me, one gloved hand reaching back to stroke my cock.

The silky feel of her fingers on the sensitive skin made my whole body
twitch, as I noticed the slippery precum that was coating the head of my
cock.  I reached between her legs and spread her lips with my fingers,
and she groaned and arched her back as I slipped a finger into her
wetness.

I took her by the collar and pulled her down onto her back on the bed.
I pinned her arms over her head, tightly gripping each latex-covered
wrist, feeling her warmth through the thin gloves.  I brought my knee
between her legs again and this time she squirmed, writhing on my thigh,
pressing her pussy into my leg.  She was moving beneath me, struggling
as much against the bondage-like clothes as against my hands.  I sank
down onto her and silenced her gasp with my mouth.  I took her mouth
again and again with my tongue, as she moved beneath me, and my pulse
started to roar in my ears.

It was in full force now.  She was melting underneath me.  I was very
powerfully high from the control she was giving me over her and by how
much I wanted to make love to her.  We ground our bodies together,
fanning the flames, becoming desperate to use and be used.  She bucked,
and sighed, "Oh, God, Master..."

"Yes, slave, it's time," I growled, and she stiffened.  "Do you know
what I want to do to you?"

"You want to hogtie me and fuck my face, Master," she said, flushing
again, and I kissed her, making a low noise deep in my throat.  She
closed her eyes and shuddered, arching her back again and pushing her
breasts against me.

I pulled back and kneeled, drawing her up with me swiftly by her
shoulders.  My arms went around her and held her, tightly, as I kissed
her again.  Her lips were so sweet, so yielding, and I devoured her as
she moaned.  My hands moved to her arms, and placed them together,
elbows close, wrists held together.  She sighed, and bent her shoulders
backwards.  I reached for the armbinder and pulled it up her arms, her
wrists slipping down into the little sack at its end.  Two straps went
under her arms, each one crossing above her breasts to buckle behind the
opposite shoulder.  These straps I pulled snug, securing the binder.
The straps, crossing in an X shape, compressed her breasts from above,
as did the corset from below; and I couldn't resist paying some quick
attention to her jutting nipples now that she couldn't do anything to
stop me.  She thrust her breast into my mouth as I sucked her nipple
between my teeth, and then I was behind her again, tightening the lacing
on the glove.  Finally I snugged the straps around her elbows and around
her wrists, and she was completely and helplessly mine, her arms
strapped behind her back in the armbinder's leather embrace.

I knelt behind her, and reached around to cup her breasts with my hands.
I squeezed them as I bit and sucked her neck, feeling the spikes on her
collar dig into my face.  Her breathing was ragged, and she made deep
sounds of pain and lust, as I tightly squeezed her nipples--then
stopped. She wavered slightly as I buckled and padlocked wide black
leather cuffs around her ankles; they fit snugly over the buckles of her
boots and the polished gleam of her stockings.

"I want you to lie down now," I told her, my cock swelling as I said it.
She responded by kissing me as though she wanted to make up for being
unable to use her arms.  I lowered her to her belly on the bed, the
glove making this tricky as she couldn't use her hands.  Her chin was
just at the edge of the bed, and she bent her knees and put her ankles
in the air--and bucked as I ran a finger along the swollen, wet edge of
her pussy.  She thrust her ass into the air, pursuing my finger.  "You
slut," I said, "I've barely touched you yet and already you're desperate
to get fucked."

"Yes, yes, Master," she sighed.  "Please use your slave--I need it,
please, Master..." and she melted as I buckled a wide strap above her
knees.  Then I looped a piece of rope through her ankle cuffs, tying
them together.  Now her legs were as tightly bound as her arms.  I put a
blindfold on her, placing the band under her braid; it couldn't slip
off.  And the end of the piece of rope I wove through her braid, finally
pulling it taut.  I tightened it until her ankles were pulling her head
back, until her mouth was in line with her throat.

She was all mine now, collared and hogtied, arms laced and strapped
behind her back, mouth ready and accessible.  I put a towel-covered
pillow on the floor just below her chin, and kneeled on it.  My cock was
just at the level of her lips if I brought my hips to her face.  But I
kneeled low, and as I licked her lips I told her, "I'm going to fuck
your throat now."  Her only response was a moan as her mouth opened to
mine, and the hunger in her kiss fueled my erection.

I pulled away and finally, finally, brought my cock head to her lips.
She reached for it and wrapped her lips and tongue around it, and I
eased forward, slipping into her wet and tender mouth.  There is no
feeling like this, anywhere.  She could do nothing but suck me with all
her attention; fucking someone's face is intensely personal, using the
place whence they breathe and eat and speak purely as a fuck-hole She
moved her head as much as she could, pulling back a little--a little
more than I wanted.

So I looped the thin belt around her neck, above the collar, and snugged
it up.  She groaned as I held it with one hand and settled down to some
real fucking.

She really couldn't move her mouth more than an inch or two, and I took
full advantage of having total control over her sucking me.  I slid in
and out of her mouth slowly and evenly, then went deep, cutting off her
air.  The feeling of her throat muscles contracting around my cockhead
damn near made me come right away, but I eased back, wanting to savor
this.  She gulped and gasped through her nose, and I pulled the belt
just a little tighter and went deep again, feeling her tongue almost
licking my balls.

"You're such a slut," I told her, between ragged breaths.  "You're
hogtied here on my bed, you're sucking my cock, I've got a strap around
your neck, and there's nothing you can do about it.  And soon I'm going
to come in your throat--" and at this she let out a long moan and tried
even harder to swallow me.

I couldn't keep this up for long; her whole body was shuddering as she
strove to swallow me every time I forced myself into her throat.  She
was so hot, blindfolded, tightly bound in leather and rubber, gagged
with my cock.  A few more cycles of pulling back to feel her lips and
tongue-tip, followed by sliding to the back of her mouth again, and I
felt myself pulsing and pumping out precum.  I pulled out one last time,
starting to shake, and she gasped a deep breath--

I pulled the belt two notches tighter, squeezing her neck, feeling the
come gathering in my balls.  Her head was held completely still now.  I
couldn't control myself, my hips bucked and my cock filled her mouth and
reached into her throat, and she struggled and choked on it.  She kept
her mouth open, swallowing me, as my hips ground into her face and I
came!  And I came, and came, her involuntary gagging squeezing it out of
me, wringing me dry.

I released the belt the instant my muscles unlocked, feeling my
rapidly-softening cock still pulsing as her throat released it.  She
inhaled sharply, sucking the come from my cock, keeping it between her
lips.  I pulled loose the rope to her ankles, and she breathed deeply in
relief as her head sagged forwards, my cock slipping out of her mouth.
I bent and hugged her, kissing her back, her ears, her lips, wiping her
face with the still-dry part of the towel.  Her mouth was even rawer and
more open than it had been, feeling thoroughly slicked and filled with
blood, sex juice smeared on her lips and face.  "Yes, Slave," I told her
between kisses, "you were wonderful!"

"So were you, Master," she said quietly, "but my arms are really sore.
Please--"

"Yes, I'm done with this armbinder," I told her, as I loosened its
straps and pulled it off.  She yelped, then sagged, as she moved her
arms to her sides; the binder made her elbows ache very quickly, a fact
which I'd adopted to this scene.  It was a race between her discomfort
and my self-control, and I'd learned how to walk the edge with her, well
enough that we'd played this scene many times before.  (If the smile on
ber still-blindfolded face was any indication, we'd be playing it
again!)

I unstrapped her knees and untied her ankles, and she rolled over, as I
lay on top of her and began kissing her again.  I'd taken the edge off
my hunger, and now it was time to feed hers, before settling down to a
long night of torturing her.  That one face-fuck, powerful as it was,
was nowhere near enough to fill the desire I had for her that night.  I
meant to take her until we were both utterly exhausted, and that wasn't
anywhere near the case.  Not yet.

But for the moment, at least, I was satisfied.  She was dripping wet;
getting face-fucked always turned her on incredibly.  "Lie back on the
pillows," I told her, rising off of her.  "I'm going to get you off, but
I need to chain you up first."

"As you wish, Master," she told me, smiling as she lay back on the
layers of pillows at the head of the bed.

I stood, relishing the sight of her, still corseted, cuffed, gloved, and
collared.  Her legs were spread, inviting me to notice her swollen
pussy, practically radiating heat.  And I watched her look at me, my
cock still dripping just a little, my body naked in the candlelight.  I
could feel her anticipation, her need to come soon; she knew as well as
I that her orgasm would open her up yet further, and make it easier to
slip into the pain that I was soon to scourge her with....

 ...but one thing at a time!  I stepped into the closet briefly to select
a handful of toys: some snap hooks and padlocks, four short lengths of
chain, the double-locking handcuffs, and the requisite keys.  I returned
to the bedroom, and put all the metal on the bed.  Taking her wrists in
my hand, I looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you want to know what I'm
going to do to you?"

"Yes, Master, please tell me," she said softly, looking at me and
sliding her pussy down the bed to rub against my knee.  The contact made
me smile; her un-self-conscious urge to be pleasured, to feel her sex,
touched me.  I decided to give her something special, once I'd bound
her.

"I need to lock you up before I tell you, slave," I said, smiling a
little, and she smiled as well.  She felt so happy at that moment, glad
to be mine.

I knew my slave liked a lot of intense sensation.  Hot wax, canes,
whips, clothespins.  Sharp and biting, and deep and aching.  And when
I'd gotten the electrical box, rather like a TENS unit but simpler,
along with the dildo with the two metal strips along each side... and
when she'd played with it, and gotten over her fear... well, it became
one of her favorites.  Tonight I was going to reward her with it, since
she had done such a good job sucking me.  My cock pulsed at the thought,
already hardening a little.

I reached for the cuffs and, looking into her eyes, closed them around
her hands.  They clicked as the ratchets closed on her gloved wrists,
and I locked them when they were tight enough to be inescapable but not
so tight they pinched her tendons.  Then I locked the middle of a short
chain to her collar, and locked the loose ends to her cuffs.  Next came
a chain from the back of her collar to an eyebolt on the head of the
bed, also padlocked at both ends.  And the last two chains, with the
snaphooks, quickly linked her ankles to the bottom two corners of the
futon, spreading her latex-stockinged legs widely.

She leaned forwards a little, feeling the chain pull on her collar.  "I
can't free myself, can I?" she said, feeling the padlocks behind her
neck with her cuffed hands.

"No, you can't," I told her, reaching for her nipples as she gripped the
chain to her handcuffs and tugged experimentally on it.  "You can't
reach your ankles, either, so you're stuck here."  I played with her
nipples a little, then told her, "Here, I want you to play with your
breasts while I get a special toy for you."  She promptly obliged,
stroking them with her gloved fingers as I went into the closet once
again.

I returned with a large black plastic dildo, with two silvery strips
down its length, on opposite sides.  Two wires trailed from the end,
leading to a small black box I held, which had four dials and two
buttons on it.  Her eyes widened as she saw it in my hand, and she
smiled, eager and nervous at once.  "Electricity, master?" she asked,
voice betraying her desire.

"Yes, slave.  I'm going to put this inside you," I told her, "while I
suck on your clit.  And you're going to turn it up until it makes your
pussy throb, and then you're going to come, until I'm done sucking on
you."

She bit her lip and flexed her legs, making the chains creak.  She
folded her hands on her chest, and tried to widen her thighs just a
little more.  I reached between her legs, and with two fingers stroked
some of her slick wetness up to the smooth bead of her clit.  She arched
her back and pulled on her handcuffs, making the chain taut.  "Yes,
Master, please!"

"Oh, yes, slave, it's time," I told her intently, while sliding my
fingers back down inside her.  She closed her eyes and her pussy pulsed
as I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her heat and wetness for the
first time tonight.  Stroking her there, her pussy soon opened enough to
admit three fingers, then four.  And with each additional finger she
moved he body just a little more, slowly gyrating on my hand, feeling me
pushing into her and opening her.

I slicked the dildo up with lube, and slid it into her pussy, and she
moaned as its hardness filled her.  Holding it inside her, I reached for
the control box, and gave it to her.  I pushed the left button, and a
blinking red light began flashing on the box, as she reached for the
dial marked "Power" and began turning it very slowly.

"I want you to adjust this so it feels just right to make you come," I
said, sliding down between her legs until my lips were at her clit.  I
knew that she would adjust the box, changing the frequency and pulse
rate of the electricity from the little nine-volt battery inside it,
until it became a stinging hotness deep inside her.  The charges gave
her tiny contractions, going straight into her nerves and waking up her
entire cunt, all the way back and everywhere on the surface.  As I
reached for her tender clit with my mouth, I could see her steadily
turning the knobs on the box, holding it with hands locked in shiny
steel.

I tongued her inner lips apart, and swirled my tongue tip around her
clit, causing her to thrust into my face.  I laid on my hands, holding
the butt plug firmly inside her, as I began lightly stroking her with my
tongue.  Her clit swelled with each lick, and I could feel the sensation
flooding her, touching her most intimately, blood rushing to meet the
pleasure.  I pressed in, just a little, and felt her gasp.

When I'm licking her pussy I can feel what it feels like to her.  I
listened to what my mouth told me, varying the stroke slightly now and
again, to either let her ride on a steady stream of pleasure, or tease
her and make her hungrier and more excited.  And then I sucked her clit
wholly into my mouth, closing my teeth gently around its base, and
flicking it with my tongue; she froze, quivering, her pussy clenching
around the hard dildo which kept probing her with its insistent pain.

I began licking again, slowly, and she relaxed, telling me, "Yes,
Master, yes... please, like that...."  And I gave it to her, just like
that, licking her ever so slightly harder as I went on, but never
increasing the slow tempo.  Her clit leaped under my tongue, and I
caressed it with my lips as well, building her up and up...  suddenly I
felt her pussy clench again, and again, and I kept licking, not moving a
millimeter, as her legs pulled up and her back arched, and all the
muscles in her pelvis squeezed down together!  She was coming, again and
again, the contractions shaking her whole body; her clit bucked with her
hips, and I followed it, maintaining my steady rhythm.  She kept coming,
groaning as she breathed, the chains creaking as she stuggled and
writhed in her bonds.  I could see her stomach below the corset jerking
with each wave of her orgasm.  Each pass of my tongue over her clit
produced another twitching spasm of her pussy.  I kept licking, and she
just kept coming, and coming, riding the waves, all the sensations from
her clothes and chains and engorged sex washing over her and mastering
her.

Finally it ebbed away, and with a few last lingering licks I
straightened up and turned the box off.  Her eyes were closed and she
was almost panting.  "That was a delicious orgasm, slave," I told her,
as I took the box from her fingers.

"Yes, it was, Master.  Thank you!" she said, opening her eyes and
looking towards me, her heart very close to the surface now.  I
unchained her, and snuggled next to her, kissing her.  She was
completely relaxed, and still flushed from coming; her heart was beating
strongly, and I felt her love, simple and clear now.  Her pleasure had
washed all doubt out of her.

"You will let me do anything to you now, won't you, slave?" I asked her,
my arms encircling and hugging her.

"Yes, Master, anything," she told me, hugging me back, and stroking me.
"I love you...."

"And I love you, my sweet slave!" I said, kissing her, tasting her lips
and tongue and drinking their surrender.  "I love you so much I have to
hurt you.  Do you want that?"

"I need it, Master," she said quietly, looking up at me.  I kissed her
again, deeply, before standing and cleaning the handcuffs and their
chains off the bed.  I motioned to her to lie on her belly on a pillow,
legs outstretched to the bed corners, arms above her head with wrists
close together.

>From the closet I took a pair of heavy metal shackles linked by a thick
chain, as well as a paddle, several canes, and a few small whips.  I
screwed the shackles closed around her wrists, using their hex-wrench
key, and padlocked the chain to the head of the bed.  The shackles were
padded with black leather, making them safe for extended (and strenuous)
wear.  Then the ankle chains were reattached, and she was once again
helpless, the wide cuffs around her wrists immovable as the ones around
her ankles.  Her ass was framed by the black-and-purple of the corset
and the black of her stockings, and I reached for it, taking one cheek
in each hand and squeezing.  I lifted her off the bed by her ass, and
she wrapped her hands around the shackles' chains, pushing up at me.
She wanted this, as badly as I did.

The prospect of hurting her seemed to focus my sight, making my senses
more vivid and acute.  I picked up a small whip and began lightly
beating her ass, warming her up, the soft tails caressing her.  A little
of this, and I went to using just my hands, spanking her until her ass
warmed and flushed.  Its redness bespoke its sensitivity, and I used a
stingy little whip to wake it up even more, followed by more spanking.
She moved her ass under the blows, welcoming them, even reaching for
them; they were still pure pleasure, massaging her.

Then I began spanking her harder, almost tiring out my arm, and she
started tugging on her chains as the blows became painful.  I reached
for the paddle, and brought it down solidly on first one buttock, then
the other, then both at once right over her asshole.  This made her
struggle, but she still was quiet, which let me know she wanted yet
more.  I obliged with four whacks on her ass just above her pussy that
shot through her and made her yelp, but I'd already stopped, stroking
her pussy lips with a finger.  She relaxed back down onto the bed,
starting to float, carried on the throbbing in her ass.

I reached for the long wooden cane, polished and light, and began gently
tapping her with it in a calming rhythm.  As I tapped I gradually,
slowly, made each blow heavier, until I was sending each stroke firmly
from my wrist, first one side then the other.  She tensed slightly as I
hit her harder, and I eased back just a little, placing my hand on her
back.  "Relax, slave," I told her, still keeping the pace.  "Breathe...
just breathe into the pain."

She did, inhaling as deeply as possible given the corset.  I began
hitting her harder, the cane making tiny swishing sounds now, then
larger sounds, whick, whick, and then I pulled way back for a hard
stroke--WHICK--and another, and by the time she was yanking the chains I
was licking her glowing ass, the slick feeling making her relax once
again.

Another cane now, this one thinner and made of plexiglas, and I started
right in with a fast heavy beat.  I could feel the pain sinking deep
into her, making me hungrier to push her and see how far she could go.
I was really using my arm now.  Her eyes were closed, her face bent down
into the pillow.  "I love beating you like this, slave," I said, holding
her with one hand at the small of her back, while I kept bringing the
cane right down on the bottom of her ass.

She sighed, "Yes, Master," then shuddered as I hit her harder still.
She was so gorgeous, so open to me, that I wanted to beat her into
pieces, watch the bruises rise, make her leak tears.  I caned her again
and again, then went back to spanking her, the flat of my hand making
her cry out, my palm throbbing after each blow.  I punched her, beating
her ass with my fists, kneading the muscles deeply.  Then the thin
wooden cane again, bringing it down swick swick swick, swick SWICK SWICK
SWICK, and then I was biting her, sinking my teeth in.  She was grinding
her mound into the bed, the heat from her ass flooding her body.

I beat her for a timeless time, savoring her pain, and finally reached
again for the cane.  "Ten more blows, slave," I told her, my heart
pounding.  She only raised her ass higher in the air, too deep to say
anything.  I pulled my arm far back for each blow, snapping my wrist to
bring the cane down hard enough to make a white indentation after each
blow.  She tensed, her booted feet tugging at their chains, her jaw
clenched on a scream that built with each blow until she was yelling out
loud by the tenth, crying out and struggling to get away from me.  I
relished her involuntary, and futile, attempt to escape....

I dropped the cane and began massaging her ass, stroking it with the
slickness from her pussy, and she moaned and tried to spread her legs.
She was hungry to get fucked again, only it wasn't her mouth that wanted
it this time, it was the cleft between her legs, now swollen with a
deeper hunger fueled by the way I'd hurt her.

It was time to finish her.

Unhooking her ankles and wrists, I turned her over and hugged her,
kissing her slowly and langorously.  She reached for me and held me,
bringing her legs up and wrapping them around me, the latex warm and
smooth against my naked skin.  "I want to tie you up and put you in the
sling, slave," I told her, looking down into her face.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Master!" she smiled, rubbing her pussy against the
base of my cock.  I pressed my hips into her, and inhaled sharply at the
sweetness of her sex against mine.  Yes, it was time to fuck her, to put
her once again at my mercy and use her until we were both completely
satiated.

I pulled her up to a sitting position, and took a long piece of rope,
which had a small knot at its midpoint.  I placed this knot in the
middle of her back, then wrapped the rope over her shoulders and under
her arms, wrapping it around her chest and under and over her breasts.
Finally I had a secure rope harness which compressed and held her
breasts securely, thrusting them outwards, making their sweet pink
nipples stand firmly erect.  I caressed them, nibbling each one, making
her sigh with the biting pleasure of it.  I reached for the key ring and
unlocked her collar, removing it.  And I passed a rope through the back
loop of her waist belt, tying it at its midpoint.

Standing again, I picked up a latex hood.  This hood is molded rubber,
polished black, and it fits tightly over the head, lacing up the back.
It has nostril tubes, a small mouth hole, and smaller eye holes.  I
opened the laces widely and slipped it onto her face, pulling it up
until her chin slipped into its place, and then pulling it around her
head, stretching the shiny rubber smooth.  She reached up to the nose of
the hood, fiddling with it.  I knew she was inserting the nostril tubes
into her nose, ensuring she'd be able to breathe easily, while also
penetrating her with the hood's clinging intimacy.  This hood had taken
her a long time to get used to, and was still a very intense experience
for her, especially once I laced the eyelets on its back closed, pulling
the laces tight.  Her head looked as though it had been dipped in glossy
black, and her lips protruded slightly through the mouth hole, her nose
reduced to two small holes at the end of a slight bulge in the hood.
Her eyes looked out at me as though from the bottom of a well, telling
me how much she was trusting me.

I kissed her, licking her lips, feeling the latex slick around them.
She could only open her mouth slightly; the hood would only stretch with
jaw-aching effort.  I slipped my tongue between her lips and she moaned,
the kiss intensified by being so confined.  I stroked her breasts,
gripping them and squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger,
thrusting my tongue as deeply into her mouth as I could.  I kept kissing
her as I took the collar and locked it again around her neck over the
hood; now the hood was unremovable without the keys to the collar.  Her
lovely hair flowed out the back of the hood down her neck.

Around her wrists I buckled wrist restraints that wrapped around her
palm as well, with hooks in the middle of each palm.  These restraints
were intended to make it comfortable and safe to bind someone's arms
over their head by the hands; regular cuffs would slip or bind, but you
could pull all day on these restraints and be perfectly safe... and
secure.  Ordinary padded cuffs went around her elbows, and I bent to
suck her nipples again, putting one hand between her legs.  She quickly
leaned back on the bed, unsteady, beginning to feel sensory overload
just from all the latex and leather wrapped and strapped onto her body.
"Oh, God, yes, Master!" she panted.  I finger-fucked her for a moment,
her breathing ragged in the hood.  Then I stood up, and helped her get
slowly to her feet.

"Walk very carefully, slave," I told her, my voice pitched to reach
through the hood and be easily heard.  "I know you're very high right
now, and I want you to walk to the sling with me."

"Yes, Master," she said, her voice slightly muffled and very, very
aroused.

I walked with her into the closet, where the sling was hanging by chains
from its wooden frame.  It was about to become our flying carpet to
travel to an incredibly wonderful place.  The sling hangs from four
chains, two at its head and two at its base, and another strap passes
under the small of the back.

I helped her back up to the sling; then she sat on the edge, and leaned
back into it, lifting up her legs.  Her head lay between the two top
chains, and her ass extended slightly beyond the bottom edge of the
sling.  She hung there, legs spread and lying on her back, her eyes
shining.  I clipped her ankles to chains hanging from the frame, and did
likewise with her elbow cuffs.  Then I took two large padlocks and
locked her hands to the chains which supported the upper sling.  She
sighed deeply as the locks snapped shut.

"Yes, slave," I told her, my cock stiffening without being touched.
"You're helpless again, and I'm going to fuck you."

"Oh, Master, I can't believe what you're doing to me," she sighed.
"Please, please, fuck me... I need you inside me, please, Master...."

"Soon, my sweet slave, very soon... but I must completely prepare you
first," I said, as I wrapped a long belt around the sling at her waist.
Another strap went around each thigh, and I buckled her tightly to the
sling.  Now she couldn't free herself from the sling no matter how hard
she thrashed.

I was amazed at how wonderfully good her pussy looked, wide open for me.
I leaned forward and kissed her again, hugging her, making her writhe
against me as our tongues caressed each other.  She pulled on her
restraints, but they held her arms snugly above her head.  I could reach
every part of her, and I would.  And she was so turned on I knew she
would love to be tortured before being fucked.

I pulled up a chair that was just beside me, and sat, which put her
pussy at face level.  Beside the sling was a low table, on which sat a
small butt plug, only a half-inch wide and about four inches long.  I
put a condom on it and smeared it with lube, then put on a latex glove
and slicked that up as well.  When I touched her anus she let out a long
moan, and I stroked her, sliding the slippery lube all around her
deliciously sensitive asshole.  I loved fingering her here, knowing how
vulnerable it was making her feel, this intensely sexual, unavoidable,
and humiliating touch.

My other hand went to stroke her clit as I slid a finger gently into her
ass, and she rocked her clit against my finger as I pushed lube inside
her.  Then I slid the dildo into place, and took the ropes tied to the
rear of her belt, pulling them over the end of the butt plug and up,
framing her pussy.  I tied the ropes to the sides of her belt.  The plug
was held snugly in place.  I could see her pussy clenching as she
squeezed down on it, not budging it, but making her ass and cunt even
more swollen.

I took some clothespins from a little box on the table, showing them to
her.  Her breathing quickened, and I could see fear on her face.  "Don't
worry, slave," I told her.  "I've stretched these out.  You can handle
them."  She relaxed, a little.

I pinched her left breast just next to the nipple, and put a clothespin
there, releasing it slowly to let her adjust to its pinching.  Another
one went on the other side of the nipple.  Then another next to that,
and then to the other breast, placing three symmetrically.  I paused for
a moment to lick her clitoris, and she almost yelled.  Back to her
breasts and three more clothespins each, and then I returned to stroking
her clit, fingering her this time.  The way I kept jacking her off made
it easy for her to accept the clothespins biting her breasts; they just
increased the humming sex energy that kept building and building inside
her.

I picked up a pair of nipple clamps connected by a black chain, and put
one on each nipple, tightening it until the nipple bulged from between
the black rubber grips.  I knew this final touch would focus and unify
all the pain in her breasts, blasting her even higher.

Sitting down and picking up another clothespin, I took one of her outer
pussy lips, and put the clothespin on it.  Another, and then two on the
other side.  I held the clothespins in each hand and pulled her pussy
open with them, exposing her clit, standing out, glistening with her
sweet and salty juices.  I embraced it with my lips, and she rocked
towards me, completely desperate.  I pulled back after teasing her twice
more, and put another clothespin on each side.  Then I tied thin black
cords around her inner thighs, over the clothespins, so they would be
held back out of the way.  Her pussy was held open now, as though pinned
to some collector's board, her clit distended at the top, her pussy lips
almost dripping.  God, I wanted to fuck her.  My cock was leaking come.
How long had that been going on?  I wasn't sure.  Seeing her like this
was making it hard to think straight....  I focused, and stroked her
open pussy with my fingers again, calming her and arousing her at the
same time.

"I need to gag you now," I told her, looking deep into her eyes.

She said, "Thank you, Master," and then I was kissing her, forcing her
mouth open, stretching the hood myself.  She struggled as I devoured her
lips and teeth and tongue, making the most of this last kiss before I
filled her mouth.  This single kiss was better than some entire dates
I'd had.

I took the inflatable pump gag off the wall.  It was a rubber strap,
sized to go around the head at mouth level.  In the middle of the strap,
a rubber balloon poked through a hole; the balloon was connected to a
squeeze bulb by a tube.  I folded the balloon, and put it through her
mouth hole, between her lips, and into her mouth.  The strap went around
her head, and I buckled it, making sure not to block her nose holes with
it.  Now she had a strap over her mouth, from the center of which
protruded a tube with a squeeze bulb and valve at the end.  I turned the
valve, and started stroking her pussy again.  I squeezed the bulb once,
and she made a muffled sound as the balloon in her mouth inflated
slightly.  I squeezed again, and her louder cry was somewhat more
muffled; again, and she was doing her best to hump my hand as it rubbed
her clit, moaning into the gag that now completely filled her mouth.
The hood held her mouth tightly shut around it, sucking the rubber,
constricting her breathing slightly and making her even more intensely
aware of her helplessness.  Her eyes looked pleadingly at me, begging me
to fuck her, to use her, before she went crazy with need.

I sat back down and began licking her clit, long, slow licks that made
her moan again into the gag.  While licking I started stroking my cock.
It leaped at the sudden slick feel of my fingers, and rapidly grew
completely hard, sending little shivers of pleasure through me.  I
picked up a towel and dried my hands, then reached to the table for a
Pleasure Plus condom.  Opening it, I stopped licking long enough to put
some Astroglide in its tip, then rolled it up my cock.  A little more
Astroglide in the palm of my hand, and I started licking again, jacking
myself off as well.

I very quickly was even harder than I had been, and she made muffled,
happy sounds as I stood between her legs.  I put my cock at the entrance
to her pussy, carefully so as not to bump the clothespins.  And I slid
into her... deep inside, and her cunt grabbed my cock and made love to
it.  This was where I had wanted to be for so many weeks.  This might be
where I'd always wanted to be.  Now that I was here I never wanted to
leave.

My hips pulled back a little, then thrust again into her, her pussy wet,
hot, and tight.  Her pussy lips were stretched around his cock at her
entrance, and the ass plug filled her, squeezing her cunt around my
cock.  I felt like I was opening her with my cock, making a space where
there had been none before, fucking a new hole in her.  She began
rocking in the sling, and I joined with her, my cock starting to fuck
her in a steady rhythm.

I reached around with my right hand, and started stroking her clit
again.  She thrust her hips upward, impaling herself on my cock, begging
me with her eyes and her pleading moans to stroke her harder.  I
obliged, beginning the same sort of insidious, even stroke I'd used when
sucking her off before.  And I kept pumping into her pussy.

With my other hand I took the chain between her nipple clamps, and began
pulling on it.  I rocked her back and forth in the sling, standing
still, tugging on her nipples to rock her body back and forth on my
cock.  She closed her eyes, pushing out her chest, to better feel the
bite of the clothespins and the tight ropes around her breasts.  My
finger on her clit, my cock pushing at the back of her pussy, the plug
filling her ass, the gag filling her mouth... she was lost, riding the
huge waves, and I was urging her towards the edge.

I fucked her as selfishly as I could, slacking off on her clit just a
little, enough to be sure she wouldn't come until I wanted her to.  I
fucked her shallowly for a while, feeling her pussy sucking at the head
of my cock, feeling her frustration at the teasing light strokes.  Then
I dripped more lube on my cock and started pulling all the way out then
going all the way in, rapid, slick strokes that made her pussy start
contracting around my cock.  She wasn't coming, not yet, but she was
pre-coming.

I could not believe how good it felt to fuck her.  She was dressed in
latex, booted and corseted, strapped and chained to the sling, hooded,
collared, gagged, spread open, and plugged; she couldn't escape, she
couldn't even free herself from my cock in her pussy, and I could fuck
her for as long as I wanted.  Or as long as I could keep from coming,
and her pussy was so sweet and turned on that I felt like every stroke
was as good as an orgasm....  I was taking her, violating her, almost
raping her with the force of my hunger for her.

I started fucking her deeply, almost pushing my crotch into the
clothespins that held her open.  She looked at me, love alloyed with
helpless lust, and tried to lift her head; but the spiked collar, tight
latex hood, and snug gag held her almost still.  Her head fell back, and
she spread her fingers, squeezing her pussy around my cock; I cuold see
her starting to undulate, her pleasure growing, taking control of her
body.  Her eyes closed again, and she sighed as I started stroking her
clit slightly harder and just a bit faster.  I took the clothespins on
her breast in my hand, and pulled them out, stretching her breasts
upwards; she groaned and bent her back, lifting her chest.  Still
stroking her clit, I began building her up towards the orgasm that I
knew would happen any time I permitted it.

I started fucking her evenly, trying to keep myself from my release,
though my cock was regularly pulsing and squeezing out waves of precum
into the condom.  I put as much of my concentration as I could into my
single fingertip on her clitoris, making my strokes even, trying to keep
as consistent as possible.  The insistent contact was rapidly peaking
her, bringing her to the brink....

As the first seismic ripples shook her cunt, making her writhe in her
bonds and cry out into the gag, I strove to keep myself from coming...
and all at once she was breathing very hard, stretching her arms
straight out over her head, and a single huge wave of orgasm crashed
through her body from head to cunt, making her thrash in the sling,
grinding herself deep onto my cock.  Her pussy was trying to squeeze me
out, it was clamping down so hard on me, but I thrust back and kept
fucking her even as wave after wave kept making her entire body shake.
I kept stroking her clit, and she kept coming....

Then I was aware of my cock again, sliding in and out of her pussy,
fucking her while she came around me, and my cock swelled just a little
more.  With my senses full of her, helplessly bound and wracked by
ecstasy, I found my balls suddenly full of hot come, and I pounded into
her.  The renewed intensity of my fucking drove her to another wave of
contractions, her gasps and cries strangled behind the gag as she
struggled in the sling, tugging at the clips and the chains.  I felt
myself at the very edge, the orgasm gathering behind my balls, with deep
engorged thrusts I threw myself into her--and my ears were filled with
roaring as my cock bulged with the force of my orgasm, my cock pumping
come deep into her, my cock and her pussy coming together, milking each
other... another wave of it, and another, still fucking her...
another... and our bodies shook as we spent ourselves, in this most
intimate embrace and consummation.

When I was able to see straight again, I reached quickly for the valve
and deflated her gag, which made her much happier; once you've come the
gag all of a sudden seems much bigger.  I put my hands lightly on her
breasts, and just stood there for a while, feeling my softening cock
still inside her pussy, looking into her eyes.  "Slave, I'm going to
take these clothespins off now," I told her, and she moaned in dismay.
"Just remember to breathe.  Breathe..." I took one off.  "Breathe... "
and another.  She began breathing deeply and evenly, and I removed one
with every breath, right across her breasts.

I pulled out of her pussy, which was very reluctant to let me go, and
took one of her pussy clothespins in my hand.  She stiffened and cried
out, and then keened in pain as I took the clothespin off.  Ouch!  I
knew this wasn't pleasant for her, at all, and I removed the others as
fast as I could without snagging or twisting them.  She thrashed,
crying, then subsided.  After a moment I put my hand on her pussy,
gently holding her, telling her with my touch of my awe and gratitude at
her submission.

As quickly as reasonable, I ungagged her and unlocked her, removing her
restraints.  I took her boots off, then unbelted her, and got her out of
the sling.  She stood, a little unsteadily, as I removed her hood,
collar, and corset.  And once she was wearing only the latex, I hugged
her, and she hugged me back.

"Slave, that was...."

"Perfect, Master?"

"Yes, slave, it was perfect.  You are a dream come true...."

"As are you, Master!"

We went down the hall to take a warm shower, in which I helped her peel
off her latex.  And we retired to bed, just two naked people now, two
people in love.  We drifted off to sleep, curled spoon-fashion, both
unable to quite believe how good we felt, or how intense the sex we'd
just had was... or how much we loved each other.

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Copyright (c) 1993 by Robin Young.  All rights reserved, including right
of electronic distribution beyond alt.sex.bondage.  Translated: you need
to ask my permission to post this anywhere else (electronic or
otherwise).  Thanks.

