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! ============================================== _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. ============================================== Copyright (c) 1993 by Robin Young. 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