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Early Beginnings
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Early Beginnings
A collaborative story by net.writers
You are completely naked, your hands are bound and held
raised above your head. The sensations and the apprehension you
feel are arousing you, and the juices start to build up inside
you. You stare at me as I examine your body, my face is expres-
sionless, and you hope that I am pleased. I am.
You have agreed to submit yourself to me, I am the Teacher
who will educate you in the sexual areas. You will experience
pleasure from a multitude of different media, learning to over-
come the stigmas associated with sexual behavior. Your body and
mind now belong to me, but you know that I will never abuse the
trust that we have built up.
As you stand there waiting for me to finish my inspection,
your mind wanders off and you begin to remember when we first
met. It was love at first sight for both of us. We knew at that
moment that the chemistry would work. As the days went on, our
relationship strengthened. We were open with each other (some-
thing neither of us had experienced before...) and we began to
share our innermost thoughts. It was after we made love one day,
that I decided to share my interest in B/D with you. We had been
in the shower washing each other's bodies off and giggling like
little school kids. I was rinsing the shampoo out of your hair,
when I told you that I would like to tie you up and tease you
until you beg me to fuck you. I was surprised when you agreed
wholeheartedly (I guess by now I should have learned that you are
as adventurous as I am). We talked about it some more, each of
us relating our most erotic fantasies in graphic detail. The
next thing I knew, I was kissing you. My hands roamed over your
body, feeling the stiffness in your nipples, pinching them
slightly, then down to your golden snatch...I could feel the heat
you were radiating and sensed the wetness I would find once I
touched you *there*. Neither of us was sure of how long we
stayed like this, and we didn't notice the water temperature
cooling off either, but we must have been there for quite some
time. You wanted to call in sick to work and spend the day in
bed, but I had an important meeting and you had a deadline that
day. I told you not to masturbate, that we would finish when we
got home from work, but I have the feeling that you were playing
with yourself the minute I closed the door.
It has been several weeks since that day, and we have played
often in those weeks. I introduced you to sexual slavery, you
turned out to be a natural and was always eager to please your
teacher. We had not tried any bondage, until today that is,
because I wanted to make sure that you could handle the whole
situation...again, I should have known better...
*** (passing the baton to Black Douga) ***
Today's session started out unceremoniously enough. I asked
you to wear your loose, semi-see-through blouse, mid-thigh length
denim skirt, short pom-pom socks with sneakers, and nothing else.
You looked like a high-school girl, innocent of her sexuality yet
unknowingly showing off your assets. "Makes me feel young!" you
say. "Good. Now we go shopping."
"WWWHHHHAAATTT?? In THIS?" was your reply, blushing. But
it was your obligatory "struggle," to bring out more to life my
dominance over you and your helplessness to resist my will. Had
you really disapproved, you would have used our safeword. "Yes,
it's going to be FUN!"
We spent the afternoon at the mall, going through every
shop. I walked fast. To keep up, you had to walk fast, but
couldn't take long steps for fear of exposing yourself. Thank
goodness for the sneakers! At the book store, while looking at a
shelf, we stood shoulder to shoulder, you on my right. I reached
over with my left hand and gently pinched your left nipple. Was
it hard! From the back, it looked as though we were just looking
at books. I continued to discretely tease you throughout the
shopping trip. We ended up not buying anything.
When we got back into the car, I told you to pull up your
skirt so that you were sitting on your bare bottom. The stiff-
ness of the denim made the skirt bunch up almost to the point of
indecency. I told you then to spread your knees. Though you
were still covered, any wrong movement in your seat could expose
you. Because you wanted to keep decent, you sit way back in the
seat. This only puts part of your vaginal lips in contact with
the plush seat. If you moved, it felt good...
While we drove home, I could place my right palm on the
denim stretched above your crotch and let my fingers roam your
vagina and clitoris. I can sense the sensations driving you
wild, as you're torn between moving to increase your stimulation
with my fingers and the seat, and not moving for fear of expo-
sure. I decided we should order fast food drive-through. As it
was early in the afternoon, not many people were there, nor was
there a line for the drive-through. The ordering was simple
enough, after which I promptly drove up to the pickup window.
The window server was a young man. I leaned back as far as I
could on the seat to let him have a good look at you. I could
sense you stiffen up with embarrassment.
Back at my place, we voraciously ate our meal. In the
house, we were barefoot, so while eating, I reached up with my
big toe to touch, press, and wiggle on your bare clitoris. It
made eating difficult for both of us. You reciprocated by bring-
ing the sole of your foot to rest on my bulge in my pants, and
rubbing up and down. Dinner was quick but seemed like an eterni-
ty...
After dinner and washing up, we retired into the living
room/bedroom of my apartment. I was relaxing on the sofa, but
you were still sitting up straight, looking at me with your
innocent, yet expectant smile. I sat up, and as I unbuttoned
your blouse I said "you've been hot all afternoon. Let's take
off these clothes." After the skirt fell away, you sit in front
of me in your full glory. I tell you "Sit here and spread for
me. I'll be back." This was a sign to you to sit back in the
middle of the couch, with your arms back over the top of the
couch and your knees spread, so that you were completely exposed
to me. Knowing how visible you are to me, you wait in anticipa-
tion, breathing heavily.
I came back with a length of packaging sponge and duct tape.
As I wrap sponge around your left wrist and wrap tape around the
foam to keep it in place, you ask inquisitively "what's this
for?" with a nervous giggle.
"Trust me. I'm going to drive you crazy." Every time I've
used this phrase before, I've always ended up delivering my
promise, so at the sound of this phrase you become noticeably
stiff with anticipation. I finish wrapping your right wrist.
Since this is the first time I'm tying you up, I don't want you
getting bruised by rope.
From my back pocket, hidden from your view until now, I pull
out a length of rope. I tie your wrists together around the soft
foam padding. Then I loop rope in between your wrists, tighten-
ing the loops going around your wrists. The padding additionally
has the effect of burying the knot out of your reach. There is
still about a foot long length of rope left dangling from your
wrists. I use it as a leash to lead you to a closet door. I
open the door halfway, then tell you to stand against the hinge.
The top hinge is about a foot above your head. I thread the rope
through the crack between the door and the door frame above the
hinge, then again through the crack between the door and the door
frame below the hinge, and tie it off, leaving the loose end
dangling behind the hinge between the cracks. I close the door,
with all my strength. I can do this because the hinge and the
wood used for the frame is of relatively poor quality; it's not
too stiff so it gives to accommodate the rope. But now the rope
is safely secured between the door and the door hinge, with no
way for you to get at it.
You are completely naked, your hands are bound and held
raised above your head. The sensations and the apprehension you
feel are arousing you, and the juices start to build up inside
you. You stare at me as I examine your body, my face is expres-
sionless, and you hope that I am pleased. I am.
Backing off, I put grasp my chin with my forefinger and thumb
as I admire my handiwork, with a face of contemplation. I reach
out with my other forefinger, then starting with your shoulder, I
trace a line down between your breasts, down to your navel, down
to just above your hip and down the inside of your thighs with my
short fingernail. At times, especially at your navel and thighs,
I see you're trying to suppress giggles. That gives me an idea.
I tell you to test out your bonds; if you can escape, I'll give
you an orgasm right now. I see you struggle like mad as I leave
and come back. You see to your horror what I have in my hand: a
large feather! A feather I had plucked from my feather duster!
With the light touch of a feather, I wiggle around your armpits,
your abdomen, your ribs, your thighs. I see you struggling even
more violently. When you stand up straight, your elbows are
slightly bent as your wrists are only a foot above you, but you
try to crouch to get away, stretching out your arms. That's when
I go attack your undersides of your arms, which make you stand up
again. I come back down to your ribs, and with one leg you try
to raise to protect it. No problem for me, I just tickle your
exposed thigh and bottom. I see tears start from your eyes from
the laughter. You try vainly to twist away, but I see, surpris-
ingly, your back, especially the small of your back, is ticklish
as well. No matter how you twist away, you're always leaving
something exposed for me! The next time you raise your leg, I
grab the ankle and straighten your leg. This gives me a perfect
opportunity to tickle all around your thigh, leg, foot...when I
come to your sole, first I give light taps with the feather. As
your laughter dies down a little, I start giving full strokes
with the feather, twirling around the arch, stroking from the
heal to the big toe, heal to the middle toe. Your screaming and
laughing and thrashing becomes even more loud and violent.
Eventually I have to let go, for my own laughter has caused my
cheeks to become sore. I see that your face and neck has become
extremely flushed, with trickles of tears everywhere. I can see
you gasping for breath now. My bulge has become very uncomfort-
able, so I take off my clothes as well, and throw them on the
couch. Then I come up to you, facing you, wrapping my left arm
around your back, with your thigh pressed against my groin. Your
nipples are now exposed and very vulnerable to me. I lick off
some of your tears, working my way up to your eyes, which I kiss.
Then I massage your cheeks. I take the feather and start tick-
ling you around the breasts, spiraling inwards towards your
areolas. You don't seem that ticklish now, but you are stiff and
staring with anticipation. I can sense you trying not to move
your thigh, lest you hurt me, but moving nevertheless out of pure
helplessness. The movements excite me. You hold your breath as
I reach your nipple. After a while you exhale deeply, and go
"ooOOOoohh." What?!? That was actually pleasurable for you?!?
I'll remember this for later, but now I go down to your clitoris
and try to tickle you there. You're ticklish there, but it's
really easy for you to move your thighs to get away. Not only
that but the moisture there has made the feather wet, making it
useless. OK, I just have to switch to the stiff, pointy base
now! I start lightly scratching you around your ribs, and you go
crazy with laughter and struggling and wiggling again. I start
scratching all your sensitive spots again, cycling through them,
again and again.
I stop for fear of you asphyxiating. You hang there, your
legs weak, trying to catch your breath again. I come back with
more foam padding and tape them to each of your ankles. I tie
your ankles together like how I did your wrists. Then I open the
door slightly. With the length of rope left on the top hinge, I
bring your ankles up and tie it around the loops holding your
ankles together. Now when I let you go, you're hanging from your
wrists and ankles, doubled up. Lucky there's no hinge right in
back of you to dig into your back. Again I close the door. Your
snatch looks extremely inviting, but alas, out of reach for my
member. So I pull up a chair, stand on it, and I slip my rock-
hard member into your vagina. You try pumping yourself into me,
but in your position you have no leverage. Besides, I've effec-
tively pinned you against the wall with my pubic bone. I just
stand there for a while, letting you try as much as you can. I
use my fingers now, and tickle you mercilessly. You can't move!
I love it! But I can sense how your vaginal walls are contract-
ing, and your slight movements adding to both of our intense
stimulation. With one hand I continue tickling your ribs, bot-
tom, lower back and armpits and with the other hand I rub your
clitoris around and around, driving you crazy with tingling,
conflicting signals that are amplified by your bondage. Every so
often your laughter is broken by a loud MOAN of pleasure. The
only way I can tell if you're orgasming at this point is by your
vaginal contractions and difference of pressure on my member that
is still fully embedded in you. I don't know how many you've
had, but at one point you had either several strings close to-
gether or one long one, but that made me come. At this point I
stopped.
***(passing the baton to Angel)***
After your climax, you leave me tied and doubled from the
door for a few minutes. I just hang from the makeshift cuffs,
trying to catch my breath. I need the bathroom very badly now
and the faint trickle of your juices across my vulva is only
reminding me more that fact.
I look down at you, peering between my legs, and smile "You
sadist. I hate being tickled. Let me down, please, Master? I
need the bathroom."
You grin back in a way that means maybe, before coming to me
to untie me. My hands are tingly and purple, and you let me
shake the blood back into them.
"Go on," you tell me, following me into the bathroom.
"Don't sit, just squat a little, hands behind your head." So
even this is to no longer be private. A moment to collect myself
and the relief begins. You were very lucky your tickle session
did not turn into a golden shower.
"Ready for more?" you ask, watching me wipe especially
clean.
"Yes, Master," I sigh, exhausted from the bout with the
feather. "If it would please you, Master."
"No more tickling, not for a while. Actually, I'm hungry.
Fix dinner, but don't set the table."
I obey, quickly defrosting and reheating the extra strogan-
off I made last week. I get down a plate, a fork and a knife,
but do not arrange them. You wander in, pull back a chair and
sit well away from the table.
"Fill the plate, and hand it to me, then kneel on hands and
knees," you command. I obey, only to find the hot plate set on
my bare back, with the knife laid along side it. "Turn to face
me and don't spill anything." Carefully sliding hands and knees
on the tile, I manage this feat. I see you waiting for me, hard
and ready again. "Your dinner, slave. Enjoy it, while I enjoy
mine. I expect to finish both dinner and the blow-job at the
same time."
You are not a rapid eater, so I must drag the action out. I
must also be careful not to flip my hair into your food, or spill
your plate. This has been one wonderfully dreadful day, I think,
gently running my tongue along your shaft. I cannot see the
plate, but feel it getting lighter.
************(passing to Moon Knight)********************
You know how I love to take you in my mouth, and now is no
exception. I am glad that I heated such a big portion, because
this will be one blow job you never forget.
I lightly scrape my teeth over the head as it slides past my
lips. You shudder with excitement. I know that TOO much teeth
will earn me a caning, so I am very cautious. I roll my tongue
around your shaft, and take you as deep down my throat as possi-
ble. I loosen up my throat muscles so I can better accommodate
your enlarged cock. I am extremely horny and feel my juices
start to build and run freely from my cunt. I no longer feel
like I am myself, I am living in a dream-state, my senses height-
ened to a point I have never experienced before...I have become
acutely aware of everything around me. I feel, more than see,
your stomach muscles contract each time I suck you down my
throat...and I can almost taste the cum building up within your
balls. You are only 3/4 of the way through dinner, which means
that I've got you for another 10 minutes, if I'm lucky.
My wants and desires are getting to be too much for me. My
juices have been trickling down my thigh, my nipples are so hard
they ache, and my clit feels like its as big as a baseball. I
need release, please Master. But, my unspoken plea is not an-
swered.
You are nearly finished, only a few more bites remain. I
have been waiting, eagerly anticipating this moment. It seems
like I have been down here for an eternity not just thirty
minutes. 'Last bite slave, you'd better hurry.' With a slight
grin on my face, I take you completely down my throat. My nose
is buried in your pubic hair, and you are deep in my throat. I
hear you gasp, and feel your cock twitch. What I do next I've
only done one other time with my first Master, and I desperately
hope that it has the same effect on you. I slowly begin to hum,
and as my vocal chords vibrate around your shaft and head, I
realize that, yes, this will impress you. It does not take long
at all until I hear you grunt, almost scream. A scant second
later I feel the first glob of cum hit the back of my throat. As
I swallow your seed down my throat, my throat contractions bring
you off some more. I have never experienced this much of a load
before...I can't swallow fast enough, and my mouth overflows.
When you are totally spent I clean you completely.
I have no idea how the plate or knife stayed on my back,
until I realize that they didn't. You had removed them after
your last bite. Oh, the feelings that are rushing through me
right now...I want to hug you, to kiss you, to fuck you...I still
need release, but you just sit there in the chair. I do not move
for fear of upsetting you. I know I have done well, and will be
rewarded, I want nothing to screw that up. So I stay, on the
floor, awaiting your next command.
****(passing to Phaedrus - with some orgasmic consultation from
Ami Young)****
"Stand up Little Slave." I see you go to a box in the
corner of the room, and pull out several lengths of nylon rope
and a long, segmented hollow tube with a mouthpiece on one end.
Oh...and a blindfold. My body crying out with its need blurs my
thinking, and I stand awaiting my reward.
You disappear as the blindfold softly kisses my face and
remains. You pull my wrists together and bind them tightly...and
then force my elbows as close together as possible and bind them,
which thrusts out my breasts. This does not escape your notice,
as you capture both nipples between your thumb and forefinger
and...bear down..oh, almost, almost...please, I beg in my head,
please.
You lead me by one nipple out onto the back patio and lay me
down on the deck. My ankles and knees are swiftly bound, and I
am completely physically helpless as I have always been helpless
before you.
"Open your pretty mouth, Little One", you say, and I expect
your hot cock to enter my mouth again. But instead, I feel the
mouthpiece of that hollow tube enter me, and I bite down to hold
this strange gag in place, to please you. And then my nose is
pinched shut by something, and I can only breathe through this
hose attached to my mouth.
You pick me up again, and..OH..I hear you stepping into
water..the hot tub in the back of the deck! I start to struggle,
but you gently kiss my ear, and I feel calm descend on me as you
lower me into the water. It's so warm, and I feel so light. The
noise from the jets scares me at first, but they fade, and I can
only feel the soft water all around me. I can see nothing and
hear nothing..I am helpless, my life itself in your hands.
I feel you hands, questing, probing, touching...for ages I
floated and turned and sang to your caresses...then from a small
spark, I could feel my orgasm coming on, like getting charged,
the current was stronger and faster... I began to feel the
energy blossom out, and begin to fill every inch of my body,
swirling around and around...from the depth of my soul came this
wave... it stormed my body from toe to head, and the wave
crashed in my head, and the mist fell back down all over my body.
And you lifted me from the hot tub, dripping and reborn.
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