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- What appears below is a story I am posting anonymously for someone.
- Flames will be promptly ignored. Comments will be forwarded if I'm in
- a good mood and have time.
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- What I'd like for Christmas.......
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- A warm, tanned Jenny lying in front of the Yuletide fire. Gift-wrapped in
- leather and steel. Watching my every move with wide eyes, above the foam that
- fills her mouth. At the right time, I'll remove that foam, and fill her
- mouth another way, but not now. Firelight glints from heavy steel
- chains, locked to the padded cuffs on her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her
- before me. The other ends of the chains are bolted to screw sockets concealed
- by the pile of the carpet. She moves and mumbles, trying to speak through the
- foam packing. Soon she'll be trying to scream, but it won't come out any
- louder.
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- This is no uncertain, half-hearted game, like the other times. This
- time, there are no simple clips she can undo, but locks, small, strong brass
- padlocks, securing the tan leather to her wrists and ankles. I have the key.
- This time, she can't spit out a makeshift, loose-fitting gag and say "Stop!",
- the heavy, purpose-built strap holds the smothering foam very firmly in place.
- This time, I've prepared correctly, and I'm "following through".
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- Crackling flames highlight the sheen of the oil on her body. For the last
- half-hour, since I first secured her, she's turned and twisted under my hands
- as I smoothed in the scented oil. At first, she moved jerkily, abruptly, in
- a vain attempt to shield the secret recesses of her body from my flowing hands.
- Soon, she was turning sensuously, languidly, to meet my fingers, trying to
- hasten the moments of pleasure to come, trying to dictate the pace. The chains
- restrict her movements, frustrating her demands, holding her at my whim.
- Time enough, Jenny, later.
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- I stand between her outstretched legs, savouring the play of the light on her
- curling pubic hair, already moist with her own fluid, the dampness betraying
- her arousal. Your own body defeats you, Jenny. You struggle and grumble, but
- is it really freedom you want ? Your body revels in its captivity, you tug on
- the chains and thrill to their unforgiving grip, like the tireless
- embrace of a
- demanding lover. You tense your thigh muscles, try to move your legs..... do
- you want to shield your womanhood from my eyes and hands, or do you seek to
- thrust it toward me, craving for it to be filled ? Time enough, Jenny, soon.
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- Her eyes never leave mine for a second. They're wide, part fearing, part
- wanting. I never "followed through", she once said. You dared me, Jenny, and
- here you are.... not a game any more, little lover. This is real. What's in
- your mind, as I kneel between your parted legs? Captivity ? Helplessness ?
- Fear ? We played before, you never placed yourself this much in my power then.
- Time for doubts, Jenny, now.
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- Suppose, after all this time, I had lied ? What if I hurt you, now ? What if I
- gave you, not love, but pain ? What if I took you down the _other_ road to
- orgasm, along which lies throbbing pain, perverting the mind until the
- hurt turns to pleasure and you come from pain alone ? What if, from the
- closet I produced, not more instruments of gentle torment, but of pain,
- of scorching, degrading, controlling pain ? Would you be able to handle
- your reactions, would you collapse before it, if I laced your sweet
- breasts with a whip ? If I scored that gaping wet nether mouth of yours
- with lashes ? Your struggling and tugging turns from sensuous to desperate
- as you recall, too late, that I never told you _all_ about that other woman,
- the one from whom I learned so much, many years before. I never finished the
- story, did I ? No time to turn back, Jenny, too late.
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- The cold sweat of panic dries on your body as you bring my face back
- into focus
- and see, not pain or danger, but love, and mischief. I place a pillow on the
- floor between your thighs, and lay my head on it, bringing my face level with
- your pouting, wet lips. As my mouth closes softly over your burgeoning
- clitoris, and my fingers find my way inside you to massage that precious spot
- that turns you inside out, you feel the fire building, the tension, the
- pressure, the wanting. Suddenly, you're not just playing with the chains,
- you're trying to rip them from their rings, you're an animal, you yell
- and snarl into the gag, but the strength of the steel defeats you, you can't
- free your hands to grab my head and crush it down onto your clit, you can't
- free your legs either to thrust your vagina up into my face or kick me away
- to stop the teasing, you can't free your mouth to beg for me to hurry, or to
- stop........
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- Frustrating, isn't it ? You're all mine, spread, helpless, naked,
- wanton, and what do I do ? Do I rape you hard and fierce ? Do I spend myself
- in you and leave you sobbing and used ? No, I make you wait, Jenny. I make
- you take your time, make you feel the power building in you, bring you
- slowly to
- the bigger and more shattering climax that comes with waiting and control
- Time to come, Jenny, the first time.
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- Writhe, Jenny, as my chains hold you in fire-warmed steel embrace, as my hands
- and tongue keep the liquid fire flowing in your belly. Scream, Jenny, as my
- gag stops your voice as surely as my lips would. Pant, swear,
- plead, Jenny, toss your head from side to side, trying to tell me
- "Enough, no more...". I hear and understand your muffled begging, Jenny.
- I know what you're saying... but tonight we do this my way. Sob, Jenny,
- cry in pleasure and joy and needing and humiliation and anger all at
- once, as you try very hard to tell me to "Stop! Now... please, don't,
- no, ....I can't take, ...I don't like..." Yes, Jenny, you can... and
- you will.... You crane your head to look, wide-eyed, down your sweating
- and trembling body, trying to move away, to stop me somehow, anyhow, as
- I slip my wet finger deep into your anus, my thumb into your vagina, and
- roll them together. You always/never did/didn't want me to do this,
- Jenny.... now the decision isn't yours anymore, and the feeling alone
- lifts your taut body into the air, arching off the floor in surpise and
- sensation. Blush, Jenny as the firelight blurs in your tear-filled
- eyes, flush
- crimson with shame for the way your body betrays you and craves the
- forbidden.
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- Open those eyes wide, very wide, Jenny, let me see those big brown pleading,
- loving eyes as I slide forward and put my erection where my mouth and
- hands have kept you so pleasantly occupied up to now. Moan for me Jenny, as I
- slip myself into you and feel those muscles bunching and twisting, feel your
- vagina quivering in the second climax. Time to cry, Jenny, for pleasure.
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- Pant, Jenny, let me see those gorgeous breasts which I love so much,
- heaving as
- you gasp for air, sucking huge breaths in through your nose as I drive as deep
- as I can into your womb. Beg, Jenny, beg for it to stop, never to stop,
- always
- to go on as my cock reaches deeper into your hot, fluid wetness than ever
- beforeand fills you with my exploding semen. Fight, Jenny, fight the waves of
- red and black as you struggle not to pass out on the third climax. Time to
- surrender, Jenny, to me.
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- Suck, Jenny, great sobbing lungfuls of air when I remove the foam strapped in
- your mouth. Run your tongue around trembling, dry lips. Now suck again, as I
- fill your mouth once more, this time with me. Lick, Jenny, taste my come and
- your juices mingled on the flesh growing hard again in your mouth. Scream,
- Jenny, scream onto my cock as I bend and take your clitoris into my mouth,
- sucking, biting, twisting, licking. Swallow, Jenny, taste my come in your
- mouth, know that I have _made_ you do what you wanted to anyway, but had
- to be forced to. Time to come together, Jenny, you in me and me in you.
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- Worry, Jenny, think about the hours ahead of you, deep into this holiday
- night, think of the sweet torments and forbidden heights and depths to which
- I'm going to take you. Picture the carol-singers in the snow-filled
- street outside, their frost-clear voices supplying a sweet backing to
- your own,
- much sweeter moans and screams. Imagine the lands of delight we have yet to
- visit, me leading you by the bound hands. You're mine, Jenny, every cell of
- your body is mine..... just as I'm yours.
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- Merry Christmas, Jenny.
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- David Zinkin (drz@po.cwru.edu) -- Rochester General Hospital Radiology
- (Consultant) and Case Western Reserve Univ. (Psychology/Chemistry)
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- Prisoner of CHEM 302 & 305 and SMAFU (Situation Marriott, all f***ed up)
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