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   One Frisky Lover Inspires Another...
   "You need to open your legs," he whispered to her sleeping form, voice
raw.  As he whispered, he opened her legs with his hand, and before she
came fully awake, he had clamped brass nipple clamps, two, on each labia.
Those he affixed to o-rings on the walls on either side of the bedstead. 
Making sure to clamp a substantial amount of flesh in each clamp, he looked
at the exposed womanhood and inhaled, loving her fragrance.  "Wake up,
little slut, it's time to play...." With that, he lubed a large inflatable
butt plug and inserted it in her ass.  "Wakey, wakey, luv, time to get
filled up...."
   "Ooooooh," she finally moaned as she came fully awake, feeling her
backside violated, pushing against it hungrily.  More than anything (well,
almost), she loved feeling filled.
   He blew on her exposed womanhood, lightly touching the moisture, as he
slid the toy all the way inside her, pumping it to half its capacity.
   Next, more clamps on each nipple, these affixed above her.  Her nipples,
hyper-sensitive, swelled nicely, as did her clitoris, thanks to the
additional stimulation.  He knew that by now, she would be getting crazed,
wanting to be fully penetrated, mouth, quim.
   He backed off the bed and looked at her there.  Legs unbound to give him
access, she lay very still so as to not pull on any of the restraints.  Her
body was already electric, skin goosefleshed, breathing quickening.  She
reached down and felt herself, sucking the wetness off her finger,
maddening his lust.
   "You are a wicked sexy vixen, aren't you?" he chided as her eyes
followed his every move.  "And you would have it any other way?" she lazily
replied.  Her discipline over her body confounded him.  Like an athlete,
her body was trained for sexual stimulation that often led well past the
bounds of that which most mortals would find enjoyable.  She reached inside
for the Zen and balanced extremes gracefully, allowing herself and her
torturer prolonged pleasure.  An excellent symbiosis, their two minds and
driving desires.
   "I had a dream that made me hungry, mija, I need to desecrate my
treasure.  I hope you don't mind."
   "You are a seriously ill man, lover.  Take me well, as you have awakened
my own hunger." As they spoke, he stripped, exposing a nine inch tool that
would have scared most humans.  He squatted down and fucked her face,
shoving his penis directly down her throat.  She'd worked hard to be able
to accommodate his prize and he loved challenging her.  He felt her
gagging, the quivers of her entire body as her own body reacted violently
against his invasion.  He used the mattress to bounce her up and down on
him, keeping track of time.  After a minute, he moved to let her breathe.
She had spit and tears all over her face and she growled at him and leaned
up for more.  He squatted again, thrusting deeply now, in and all the way
out, bringing himself just to the point of no return.  Then, he moved away
to her side, and immediately felt her hand around his tool.
   "Ah, mija, my hungry one, so good...." She used her hand expertly, and
again, he moved away from her.  Between her legs he went, licking lightly,
leaving her wondering what the hell was next.  Her clitoris was huge now,
dripping.
   "Please, you wake me to tease me?  I think not....what is IN that nasty
mind, lover?"
   He grinned and inserted a stainless dildo, nicely electrified, and began
playing with the currents.  She predictably moaned and thrust, loving
electricity, its bite, the autonomic responses it called forth in her body.
   He added a vibe to her clit, and pumped the butt plug to its capacity.
"Ah, a puppet on a string, err, a few strings, a little chain, and so
on..." he said and laughed, enjoying seeing her jumping and moaning, racing
to the first of many orgams.
   Deciding that it was time to be inside her, he directed her to unclamp
the nipple and labia clamps, as he administered continued stimulation to
her ass, cunt, and clitoris.
   She panted and asked, "Did you wish me to make myself available to you,
dear, or do you want to continue juggling your toys there?" He rolled his
eyes and turned off the vibe and the electrostim, leaving the inflatable in
her ass until she got on her knees, wherein in one motion, he removed the
plug and plugged her backside with his tool.
   He leaned all his weight on her and tortured her nipples with his
fingers and thumbs as he bit the back of her neck, pillorying her with his
mast.
   She was tight as a drum, and knew just how to move for his -- and her --
maximum pleasure.
   She moaned and cried as he bit and fucked her, tightening her muscles on
his cock, pulling him inside her, nearly making it impossible for her to
move.  He swore he could still feel the electricity inside her body as he
fucked her.
   "Don't slow down, damnit, fuck me as fast as you can!" The command in
her voice belied the true nature of their relationship, and he carried out
her command precisely just as he had when he received his list of
instructions when he bade her good evening and retired to the pad at the
foot of her bed that night.
   "Yes, Ma'am, yes...." He felt himself readying to give her his gift and
he said, "Ma'am, may i...."
   "Yes, little bitch, give it to ME!"
   And he did.  Much to his Mistress' pleasure.  Again.  
  
Midnight Wakeup