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Erotic pyschology experiment
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'Won't this class ever be over.' Kris mumbled to herself.
She looked at her watch again. Three more minutes to go. It wouldn't be so
bad, except Economics is so boring. The wait was killing her. She had been
thinking about this all weekend.
Kris was waiting for the class to end so she could go see Professor Ritter
about the experiment she was chosen to participate in. She saw very excited,
for she never was involved in a psychology study before.
When the letter arrived approving her application to participate, she
wondered what it meant by she should be an ideal candidate for the study. It
did make her think.
Though she wasn't an airhead, she wasn't the brightest person on campus. On
the other hand, she was one of the better looking girls around. She was about
5' 3" tall, long wavy blond hair, an even bronze tan from the California sun,
perfectly rounded ass, slender legs, and firm tits.
At last, the teacher closed his book and dismissed the class. Kris was
moving before the words were completely out of his mouth. She moved quickly
around several other students that were closer to the door and burst into the
hallway.
She quickly made her way out the building, turned west, and headed across
the collage campus to the Psychology building. It was a long walk, but she
walked fast, and was there in a few minutes. He headed for the elevator, going
to the fifth floor.
The doors opened, she opened her purse and pulled out the letter.
'Room 5123.' she again mumbled. After a few turns, she found the room and
went in. A secretary greeted her.
'I'm here to see Professor Ritter.'
'You name is?' the older lady asked.
'Kris Stuart.'
'Oh yes, Miss Stuart, he's expecting you. He'll be with you in a moment.'
Kris sat down. She was nervous, yet excited. This was totally new to her,
for she really didn't think much of Psychology, taking the a required course.
She wasn't quite sure what the study was all about. On the application, there
were several questions about her dreams. Maybe it was some kind of sleep test.
That would be easy enough, and she could earn the twenty bucks the easy way.
The door opened and the old professor asked her to come in.
The room was as to be expected. A big oak desk, two high back chairs,
several awards on the wall, and stacks of papers everywhere. Kris saw across
the professor. Though he was older, he still was a sharp guy, and taught an
interesting class.
After several minutes of small talk, the teacher go into it.
'I'm conduction an experiment, or should I say some research concerning
peoples inner thought, their deepest dreams. I want to find out what people
are like deep within their subconscious.'
'Sounds interesting. What do I have to do?' She asked anxiously.
'That's the best part, you have to do very little. My little box takes
care of all the rest.'
'What box.' she questioned.
He turned around and pulled a large black box from under his desk. It
looked a lot like a video tape recorder, only a little bigger.
'It's a VCR.' she stated.
'Yes and no. We used the guts from one, but modified it to receive brain
waves instead of video signals. It work much like a VCR, but it only records.
We play the tape back on a standard unit.'
'With it, we can read someones mind, then record in on to video tape, image
and sound alike. It's taken me two years to develope and prefect it, but now I
have it refined to a very high reliability rate.'
'When do de begin the test?' Kris asked.
'You are going to take the unit home with you. We have found that it works
better then the subject is in a firmilar, comfortable environment
Professor Ritter proceeded to show Kris how the unit operates and what she
would have to do use it. He then pulled a small prescription bottle out from
his desk and opened it up. He pulled out a rather large pink pill from the
container and handed it to Kris.
'What's this?'
'This a drug that will help bring out you subconscious. Take this right
before you start the unit. It will help you to relax and probably make you
sleepy. Just relax and let the unit do the work. When something occurs, the
unit will begin recording.'
'Sounds simple enough. It won't, like, hurt, will it.'
'No, of course not. You won't feel a thing. One last thing. Please don't
play the tape after you have done the test.'
'Why not?' she asked.
'In case something very, well, shall I say, scary pops up. We have had a
few cases of things like that occur. It also helps keep a control factor in
the study. Believe me, for both reasons, don't view the tape.
She agreed to his condition. He gave her the unit, gave her a blank tape,
and insured she had the drug. They packed the unit up in a padded case, and
said their good-bys.
Kris cut her last class and headed for her dorm room. Daddy had made sure
she would get a private room on campus, will all the gadgets she would need to
make her feel at home.
Kris set the unit up according to the professors instructions. She set it
up next to the couch, within arms reach. She turned the phone off, closed and
locked the windows, pulling the shades down and turned off all the lights.
She then got a glass of water and laid down on the couch. She placed the
headband on her head, making sure the wires were all plugged in tight. She
pulled out the drug from her purse, popped it in her mouth and chased it down
with a long drink of water. She flipped the box on, laid back, folded her
hands across her stomach, and relaxed.
The drug worked quickly, for within a few minutes, she felt all of her
muscles relax and her eyes grow heavy. Within a couple minutes, she had
slipped into a light sleep.
After several minutes of her sleep, the unit detected something and began
to record her impulses.
Kris awoke from her nap. The room must have gotten warmer, for she seemed
to have work up a bit of a sweet. She looked over at the unit. It was in the
standby mode. She then looked at the clock. It was about an hour and a half
later. Though she had slept for that long, she didn't feel rested. She knew
she had some kind of dream too, but couldn't remember it.
She took the headband off, rewound the tape and popped it out of the unit
before turning it off. She held the tape in her hands for a few minutes. The
professor said not to view it, for it might scare her. But what could scare
her, her own dreams? Besides, she loved scary movies.
'Damned if I'll do this and not see what the result are. I want to see
this.' she said to herself as she pressed the play button.
She went over to her own VCR, turned it on and put the tape in.
At first the screen was blank, only a few flickers of light here and
there. But as the tape went on, the screen seemed to fade into a picture, like
a fog was lifting. The tape ran like a movie, for there was movement and
sound. The quality was good, for everything was clear and sharp. When it
fully cleared, and the image formed, Kris got quite a surprise at what it
showed.
There were two people or images on the scene, herself and a man whom she
didn't know. They were in a room, she didn't know where. The man was tall and
very muscular, with blond hair and mustaches. He was dressed only in a pair of
tight black leather pants. They were so tight, the huge bulge from his groin
was prominent. He wore black shoes, but his chest was bare.
Kris' attire was rather unusual too. He had on a black G-string, a black
garter belt, stockings, and black spiked high heels. That was it. Her chest
was bare, and her nipples were hard and erect. Kris never wore something like
that, but she thought to herself that she did look very sexy.
At first, Kris thought that this was going to be some kind of seduction
scene, where the two of them would head to the bed room and screw around. Here
she could see how she looked when she fucked. But it did work out that way.
Instead, the man stood in back of her and pulled her arms behind her back.
He then produced a length of rope and proceeded to tie her hands together.
Kris look on in shock. She looked at her images face. She looked like she
was in distress, yet at the same time excited and enjoying it. The man's face
was like stone, very determined.
The man then bound rope around her arms, pulling them closer together.
This made her ample chest stick out even further. There were a few groans, but
it didn't seem like they were of suffering. It seemed to Kris that her image
was struggling because she wanted to, not because she was trying to get free.
The man then spun her around. His hands moved over her chest, squeezing
her fleshy mounds and pinching her nipples. Her image tilted her head back in
pleasure and let out a soft moan. He then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her
to him, pressing her body onto his, and kissed her passionately. Her image
again moaned as her hips ground into his.
They kissed for at least a minute before he pulled her away. He then
shoved a black cloth into her mouth and covered it with folded cloth that tied
behind her head. Her image moaned when he pulled the gag tight as if to say
what took you so long.
He moved her over to a post in the room and tied a rope around her and the
poll. He then tied her ankles together and roped them to the post. Her knees
were tied and attached also. He then took more rope and wound it around her
and the poll until her couldn't move an inch. All the ropes were a bright
white against her tan skin and black stockings, and pulled very tight.
He then picked up a hunting crop and walked around her several times,
lightly swinging the crop in his hand. Kris wondered if her was going to whip
her image with it. Was that what she wanted. To be beaten while tied helpless.
But instead, he used it to examine her body and point out areas on
interest. At one point, he lifted one of her breasts with it, and caressed her
check with the tip. Her image again was lightly moaning as she wiggled around
in the confining web of ropework.
He then sat down near her and began for ravish her with his eyes. He toyed
with the crop as he took in every inch of her. Her image squirmed around, but
would only look at the lump in his pants. She was hot and horny, and wanted to
be fucked by the strong master who had imprisoned her.
The image faded away for a moment.
'No, come back damn it.' Kris said to the TV. 'I want to see what happens.'
A new image began to form. Again the two characters were there, dress the
same way. It appeared that he had freed her from the post and as about to do
something else. Her hands were still tied behind her back, as were her arms.
Her legs were free, but the gag remained between her lips.
He stood in front of her, rubbing the hunting crop between her legs and
over her crotch. Her image again tilted her head back and moaned. He then
knelt down and pulled the G-string down her legs very slowly, exposing her
hairy bush. She now stood naked in front of the man, waring only her garter
belt, stockings and heels. He then tied her ankles together very tightly.
'Don't tie them together.' Kris thought to herself. 'Can't you see she
wants to get screwed. Spread her legs and do it.'
He stood up and moved about her, touching everywhere. Her image squirmed
around, moaning through the gag as he toyed with her trussed body.
He then made her kneel on the floor. He helped her down, making her kneel
with her back strait. Again he walked around her as she struggled in her ropes.
The waiting was driving her wild.
Kris' crotch was getting hot and horny too. She didn't realize it, but her
hand had moved down between her legs and was now rubbing herself.
The man then stood in front of her image, his groin right in front of her
face. Her image nuzzled into his crotch, moaning for him to open his pants and
expose his manhood.
The man slowly zipped his pants open. As he did, Kris unzipped her own
pants and moved her fingers down to her wet pussy lips. The man then pulled
out hugest prick Kris had ever seen. It hade to be ten inches long, and as
thick was her wrist. It seemed to be pulsating with power.
Again her image nuzzled into his crotch, moaning for him to pull the gag
from her mouth and replace it with his cock. His did just that, yanking the
cloth from between her lips, pulling the other cloth out and shoving his cock
into her hungry jaws.
Kris was amazed that her image took the whole this in. As her image went
to work on the raging hardon, Kris' own hands were moving in and out of her
crotch and rubbing over her clit. She watched as her image gave the man head,
how both of them were moaning in sexual pleasure. Kris felt herself getting
close to and orgasm. Her eyes were glued to the television set, watching the
two people as her fingers brought her closer to an orgasm.
Suddenly, she let out a moan and rubbed her clit hard and fast, squirming
in the chair. Her climax came quickly and powerfully. She closed her eyes and
moaned as her continued to masturbate herself, the orgasm flooding her senses
with sexual delight.
After her orgasm was over, she again opened her eyes and looked upon the
images. The man was about to orgasm. He moaned really loud, and pulled his
bound prisoners lips down to the base of his shaft. He thrusts his hips
forward and shot his load of come into her mouth. She tried to swallow as fast
as she could, but there was so much that she pulled back and let his come shoot
over her face. She licked and ate his jism, but his supply seemed endless, for
he just kept coming and coming. Again she took it in her mouth and swallow,
getting the last part of his sticky sperm.
He pulled out of her mouth and rubbed his still hard cock over her face,
spreading the come over her checks, and picking up globs of jism. She licked
it was it passed her lips, trying to get it back into her mouth. With all
that, the two were still excited, and wanted more.
The image began to fade away. Kris, still recovering from her orgasm, sat
and waited to see if there was going to be more. After a minute or two, the
screen began to clear, showing a new scene.
The two images returned. This time, they were in a bedroom. The man had
is cock back inside his leather pants, and her image was just was it was
before, only clean of any come.
Kris' image was laying on a huge brass bed. The man was just finishing
tying her left leg to the shinny post. Her hands were already well tied to the
posts at the top of the bed, and her mouth was gagged again, the black cloth
between her lips this time. He moved over and tied her right ankle to the post,
completing the spread eagle bondage position.
Once the man had her tied down, he didn't waist any time. He sat on the
bed next to her and began to explore her body. Every part of her was touched.
Kris' image was squirming on the bed. With each moment, the image was getting
more and more aroused.
Again Kris' own hand found it's was down to her crotch. She slowly stroked
herself as if she was truly in the scene, and the man was stroking her.
His fingers made their was down to her wet lips. His fingers entered
inside her, easily sliding in and out of her. He played with her clit, and the
image moaned loudly. Her body now thrashed under him, waiting for that moment
when she would explode.
At last, Kris' images did come, moaning so loud into her gag that is almost
sounded like a scream. The man continued to tease her clit throughout her
orgasm. Her trussed body thrashed about as much as the ropes would let her.
When it finally ended, Kris' image laid limp on the bed, breathing hard and
fast. The man didn't give her time to recover, for his lips were now kissing
her neck and shoulders. He move about her torso, lightly kissing and licking
her soft skin. Her image responded quickly for she again was making soft moans.
His lips moved over to her breasts, kissing and sucking on her nipples.
Her image was beginning to squirm around again, her moans becoming louder.
Kris was again rubbing her clit and pushing her fingers into her again hot
pussy. Her eyes were glued to the television, watching every move made as her
fingers were building herself toward another climax.
The man then moved down her torso until he found her hairy bush. He
repositioned himself on the bed and went to work, diving into her muff. His
tongue explored every part of her cunt, diving into her hole and teasing her
clit with steady licks.
Her image was moaning loudly into her gag. Her body twisted and turn as
far was her ropes would let her. His hands moved up to her breasts and played
with her hard nipples, squeezing them like a pillow. She was rushing toward
another strong climax.
Just when she couldn't stand it any longer, her image again screamed into
the cloth, her bound body squirming under his touch. It seemed just as long
and intense as before.
Kris' fingers were also busy, still rubbing her clit. She had hoped to
climax when her image did, but wasn't ready to when she did. But she soon got
another chance to match herself with the screen.
Again, the man didn't hesitate. He moved up her secured body until his
hips were at her crotch. He ground his leather covered bulge into her groin.
She knew what was next.
He moved off her and in one swift motion, had removed his pants to again
expose the huge piece of man meat. Kris' image was it, the power pulsating
through it, and let out a loud groan.
The man again moved over the bound images body, and touched her wet cunt
with the tip of it. Her image squirmed under it, waiting for it to penetrate
her hot box.
He slowly pushed it into her. Kris' fingers did the same to her own wet
box. As her image moaned, so did she. The man began to move in and out of
her, and Kris followed it with her own finger, stroke for stroke.
Within a minute, the man was ramming himself into the captive image. Her
image was moaning and groaning like crazy as the huge cock filled her. Kris was
building up to her climax, her cum covered fingers plunging in and out of
herself.
Her eyes still fixed upon the images on the screen, she felt the first wave
of her climax about to hit, and left out a strong moan. Her image did the
same, as did the man. Suddenly, the man rammed hard into her and shot his
load. Her image climaxed and again screamed. Kris herself moaned loudly as
her body began to tremble with another orgasm. She came harder than before,
moaning throughout her climax.
When it was over, she was the two images just as they were, his cock still
inside her, her image panting like a dog. He pulled the gag from her mouth and
pressed his lips into hers. They kissed passionately for several minutes,
moaning as they did. The image faded away, and static appeared on the screen.
Kris sat in the chair for a few moments her fingers still down by her
cunt. She went over the whole thing in her mind again.
'Is this what I really want?' she asked herself. She zipped up her pants,
rewound the tape and washed off her hands. She kept thinking about the tape,
what it showed.
'I never been tied up and ravished like that. How could I want something
like that when I've never done it? Could I know more about it that I think.'
She then remembered the experiment. 'I can't take that in to him. What
would they think. They might put me away or something.'
Later that evening, she called the professor.
'Yes Kris, what can I do for you.'
'Well, I did as you said and tried the mind scanner.'
'Good. Bring in the unit and the tape tomorrow so we can evaluate it.'
'Well, there's a little problem.'
'Oh. What's that?'
'I know you didn't want me to watch the tape, but..'
'Curiosity over took you and you did.'
'Yes, but nothing showed up. I did everything you said to do, but I guess
it didn't work right or something.'
'That's strange. This is the first time that nothing showed up. Are you
willing to try it again?'
'Oh yes, I really do.' She wanted to know what would turn up this time.
'Fine. Stop by tomorrow and I'll give you another dose of the drug.'
After she hung up the phone, she sat down and wondered what would happen
the next time. She concluded that this was all a mistake. That the thing must
have read a dream she was having, or was picking up transmissions form Mars of
something weird like that. Tomorrow, she would find out the real Kris.
She again watched the tape, this time, watching every little detail on the
screen and listening to ever groan. She again grew horny, but arrested the
urge to masturbate. Afterward, she want to bed and still thought of the tape.
Her urges made her horny, so she got out her vibrator, teased her clit with it,
rammed in into wet tunnel and quickly brought her off.
She had a short day at school, and rushed back to her room. She was
excited, but nervous. She got a glass of water, laid down on the couch popped
the pill into her mouth and chased it down with the water. She flipped the box
on, laid back and relaxed.
Several minutes after she fell asleep, the unit detected something and
began to record her impulses.
Kris awoke from her nap about an hour later. Again she had work up a
sweet. She looked over at the unit. It was in the standby mode. Again she
didn't feel rested. She knew she had some kind of dream too, but once again
couldn't remember it.
Quickly she removed the headband, ejected the tape and popped it into the
VCR. The tape had been indexed, so the prior days scene was still intact. The
tape moved to the new recording and began to play. Kris sat in front of the
screen, waiting for the first glimpse.
Again the screen was foggy, but soon cleared. Again her image was there,
but alone. She wore some kind of flowing gown, like they use to in the old
movies of medieval times. Her long blond hair looked rally full, and even
longer that it truly was.
She walked about a room, her hands showing sign of nervousness. She looked
out the window, muttering to herself about his return.
'This is more like it.' she said to herself. 'Me as a princess, awaiting
my prince to return to me.'
There was a knock at the door. Her image turned and bid them to enter.
Two women, both incredably beautiful, came in. Both had long hair, one
blond, one chestnut. They also wore flowing gowns, but weren't as nice as her
own. Kris determined that these were her handmaids.
'My lady', the blond spoke, 'the watchers had spotted his return. He will
be her within the hour.'
The other girl spoke. 'We must get you ready before he arrives.'
Her own image spoke. 'We must hurry. We don't have much time.'
They went over to the mirror and began to brush her hair. Kris looked on,
watching the two maids serving her image. They took a small amount of her
golden hair on each side and made a single braid. They then pulled the ends
behind her head and attached them together so that she had a trim of braided
hair. They finished up and her image stood.
Her image that began to remove her cloths. She thought she was going to
change into some kind of nightgown, but none was brought to her. She removed
all of her cloths, handing them to her maids until she was completely naked.
She then walked over to a large column that was in the room. The support
was at least two feet thick, and made of solid granite, the surface polished to
a smooth, glass-like finish.
The next event really shocked her. She raised her hands and put her wrists
together, palms facing one another. The darker hair girl then tightly bound
her wrists together with a rope.
The blond girl produced a white scarf. She knotted it in the middle and
approached her image. Her image opened her mouth and received the knot between
her teeth. The darker haired girl pulled her images hair up, as the other
wrapped the ends around her head and tied it behind. Her hair was let down,
covering the cloth that encircled her head. All that was visible was from her
checks to her ruby red lips, the white was in real contrast to her bright lips.
Her hands were then raided above her head and tied to a ring that was
anchored in the post. It was high above, causing her luscious body to be
pulled strait and tight.
Next, her feet were tied together at the ankles with another rope, the ends
winding around the column and tying behind. Her knees received the same
treatment. One more rope wound around her waist, then around the column. One
again, her image was tightly tied to a post, unable to escape.
The two maids checked the rope work, then gently kissed their mistress, one
on each check. They turned and left the room. Kris' image was felt alone,
tied to the thick column. She struggled in the ropes, but the two maids were
too good. She couldn't free herself.
Kris watched the scene. Again bondage had come into play. A different
setting, different people. Was she a captive of this place, or awaiting
someone's return. Who was the man who was coming. Was he coming to free her,
or to do something else.
After a few minutes for struggling, the door opened again. This time, two
men entered the room. The both had dark hair, tall and well built. They
walked in perfect step with one another as they approached her.
They removed the ropes that held her to the column, her wrists being the
fast to be lowered and freed. They then placed a band of bright silver metal,
like a manacle, on each of her wrists and her ankles. The metal bands weren't
like the usual kind. They were a perfect fit, snug but not tight enough to
pinch the skin.
Bright silver chains were attached to the manacle, with the four ends going
to one of their hands. Thusly, she was leashed by the wrists and ankles, free
to move about but able to be jerked back at a moments notice. The white gag
still remained between her teeth.
She was taken out of the room, one man on each side of her, each carrying a
wrist and ankle chain in their hands. They lead her through a series of
corridors, down a flight of steps, then to a huge wooden door. The door was
swung open to exit to a courtyard. The bright sun shined on her naked body as
she was lead to the center of the courtyard.
There, four huge silver spiked had been driven into the ground in a
rectangular pattern. The two men silently guided her down to the ground and
made her lay in the middle of the box on her back, her golden hair fanned out
behind her. The chains were quickly and efficiently attached, one to each
spike, retaining her into a wide spread-eagle position. Her naked body open
and exposed under the warm sun.
The men again walked away in step, leaving her alone one more. Her body
had been pulled tightly between the spikes. Her hands opened and closed as her
head turned back and forth, but all other moment had been cut off.
For several minutes, the only sound heard was the groans of the fettered
image and the tinkling of her as she struggled in her shackles. The view moved
about her, showing her from all angles.
After a minute, a trumpet burst into sound, as an announcement of
something. The courtyard gates swung open as a white horse and rider entered
into the court. The gates swung close again as he moved toward her.
The rides came up to her and looked down upon her naked and hobbled body.
She looked up at him and moaned to him. Kris couldn't see much of his face,
but he was bronzed from the sun, tall and strong, with black hair, dressed in
white and gold.
He dismounted the horse. The two men from before appeared and led the
horse away. The man walked about her once, holding on to the hilt of his
sword, drinking in her beauty. He then stood between her shackled legs and
looked upon her treasures.
Then, he dropped to his knees, and moved his lips between her thighs. He
began to eat her hot pussy. He hungerly licked and sucked on her clit and
pussy. Soon the trussed girl was moaning through her silk gag.
As the man began to eat her image's cunt, Kris removed her cloths and began
to play with her own cunt. She quickly grew hot and wet as her fingers entered
her love tunnel and caressed her clit.
On the screen, the bound chained girl was turning her head back and forth,
moaning loudly. Within a few minutes, she was on the brink of orgasm. The man
plunged his face into her, and made her jump over the edge. She moaned loudly,
only hampered by the cloth gag. Her hands made fists and her toes curled from
the intense orgasm.
She came for at least a minute. Kris' hands were now intensely playing
with herself, bring her senses to life with sexual delight.
After her image finished her orgasm, the man stood up. The two maids
returned, one on each side of him. They removed his sword belt from his waist.
He then lifted his hand from his sides. The two maids opened his pants and
freed his hard cock. His cock was huge, just as big as in the other account.
The two maids gently stroked it as he stared down upon his chained pray.
His cock seemed to grow bigger as the two maids stroked it, their hands
running up and down his shaft. They then helped him down to his knees and
moved away. The man moved over her and rammed his cock into her willing cunt.
Kris's own cunt couldn't stand any more. It exploded into a wild frenzy of
come as her orgasm ripped through her body. Again and again, the waves of
pleasure rolled over her and the scene on the TV showed the man humping away on
his bound victim.
As her orgasm ended, she watched the man slamming his hips into her
images. Again and again, he rammed his cock home. Her image again let go of
yet another orgasm, moaning wildly in the open court.
At last, the man not being able to hold back any longer, pumped gallons of
hot come from his cock in sexual pleasure. He kept coming and coming, spewing
so much, it leaked out from her well stuffed cunt.
When he had finished, he stood up. The two maids placed his softening cock
back into his pants. The two men brought the horse back and helped him back up
into the saddle.
'Until I return, my princess.' he said as he rode off. The image faded and
turned to static.
Kris was still recovering from her own orgasm. Again, she had been so
turned on by the story. Could the machine be right. Could she be a woman who
get off on being tied up and ravished by a huge cock.
She knew she couldn't let the professor see the tape, not with the two
images of her so detailed on the screen. She put her cloths back on and
picked up the phone. She had better get out of this before someone finds out
what's on these tapes.
'Hi professor, it's Kris Stuart.'
'Oh yes, Miss Stuart, I've been expecting your call. How did it go this
time.'
'Well, I hate to tell you this, but it didn't work again.'
'Again. I don't understand what's going on. This' never happened before.'
'I'm sorry professor. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it just can't read me.'
'But why. Is it the drug isn't strong enough for you, or are you thoughts
buried so deep, they can't be read.'
'I don't know professor. I', really sorry to waist your time.'
'On the contrary, you may be more of a help to me that you can imagine.
Let me ask you this. Are you willing to try it one more, this time in a
controlled environment, outside of your normal surroundings.'
'I don't know professor..' she really didn't want to continue with this.
'You would be doing me a great service.'
'Well, alright. But if it doesn't work this time, I'm out.'
Fair enough. Come in tomorrow morning, and bring the unit.'
She hung up the phone. She could have kicked herself for agreeing to do it
again. What would come up this time, a torture chamber?
'Well, maybe it will be different.' she thought to herself. 'A different
place, somewhere I've haven't been before, and I probably wouldn't be alone.'
After she had settled down, she decided to get her mind off it and do some
of her homework. After about an hour, her mind began to wander one more. She
had to see the tape again.
Before she started, she want to her bedroom and got out her vibrator. She
stripped naked, laid on the couch and watched the second recording again. The
vibrator teased her and stimulated her, but didn't make her come. She decided
it wasn't as good as the first so she played that one again as she masturbated
herself with the vibrator. Before it was over, she came twice, and fell asleep
naked on the couch, her pussy very satisfied.
The next morning, she took a shower and ate breakfast. She was nervous.
What today? She would have to let them have the tape, and she probably
wouldn't get to see it first.
'Why did I agree to do this.' she said as she pull on her white shorts.
She also wore a pink tank top and sneakers. It was warm out, and the
psychology building was usually warm.
When she arrived at the professors office, she found that the teacher had
been called away, but his assistant would take care of her.
The assistant turned out to be a post graduate student named Jim. He was
about twenty-four, with blond hair and tan skin. He was about six feet tall,
and looked like he worked out to keep his great form.
He took her back to the research lab. There, a small room had been set up,
with a dentist chair, a table and chair, and a television with VCR. Jim set up
the scanner and directed her to the chair.
'Sorry the room is a little scary,' he said to her, 'but it's all we could
do with the short notice.'
'It's not to bad.' she responded nervously.
'There's no tape in here. Do you have it?'
'Oh' she said trying to act surprised. 'I must have forgot the it back at
my dorm room. I didn't think you would need it.'
'Forgot it huh.'
'Sorry.' she said in a little girls voice.
'This thing has never failed, after twenty tries. You try it twice, claim
it's blank, then forget the tape at home. Tell me the truth.' he said to her
as he leaned over and spoke very close to her face. 'Did the unit really not
work, or was there something on that tape you didn't want someone to see?'
She knew she had been caught. He saw through the lie.
'I can't let him see it. They'll lock me up in a nut house.'
'Do you have the tape with you?'
She opened her purse and took out the tape. She held it for a moment,
looking like it was her prized possession. She handed it to him.
'I'll look it over, but I'm sure it's not that bad. Just relax, and
everything will be fine. I promise.'
He handed her the drug. She took it, almost spilling the water he gave to
her. She sat back and stared at the ceiling as Jim placed the headband of
electrode on her head.
'The professor wanted to try stronger dose of the stuff.' he said as he put
in a fresh tape and switch the unit on. 'More than likely You'll sleep a
little longer because of it. I'll check back on you from time to time. Don't
worry yourself, everything going to be fine.' he said as he patted her hand.
Kris felt the first signs of sleep coming on. She tried to fight it off,
but soon her eyes were growing heavy. Her last thought was 'what this time.'
and fell to sleep.
When she awoke, she focus her eyes on the wall clock. It was over two
hours later. The scanning unit was again in the standby mode. She was warm,
and a small band of sweat was on her brow. Her moved her hand to wipe it off,
only to find her hands had been tied down to the arms of the chair with soft,
white rope. She then noticed that Jim was down at her feet, finishing off her
ankles. He had crossed her ankles, and was placing the final knot in the rope.
'What?' she mumbled, still a little groggy. 'Am I still dreaming? What's
going on? What are you doing to me?'
'Just doing what you want.' he said in a crafty voice.
'What do you mean, what I want?'
Jim pulled up a stool next to the chair and sat down. 'I monitored what
the scanner had picked up from your subconscious. Quite interesting. I also
reviewed what was picked up from your other sessions. An interesting theme
running through all of them.'
'What did it get this time?' she asked, not really wanting to know.
'Let me show you. I think that will be easier.' he pushed the tape into
the VCR and hit the play button.
Again the screen was foggy for a minute. Jim sat next to her, glancing at
her from time to time. While she watched, she tested her ropes. Jim had very
effectively lashed her to the chair. He smiled and watched her struggle.
The screen came into focus. It showed Kris entering into the professors
office. She was waring a long trench coat, a wide brimmed hat, and a pair of
spiked red high heels. She looked like she just step out of "Casablanca".
The secretary asked her to wait for a moment. A few seconds later, Jim
came through the door. He was waring a lab coat and carried a clip board. He
asked her to come in.
They went through the door into a kind of laboratory. It was white and
very clean looking. A large examination table, with a sheet over it and a
pillow, was in the center of the room, with a huge light hanging over it.
'Are you ready to begin the session, Miss Stuart?' Jim's image asked.
'Yes Doctor.' Kris's image responded.
'Then let's begin.' he said.
She removed her hat and set in on a chair, letting her long hair fall
behind her. She then turned her back and opened her coat. Letting in slowly
fall to the floor to reveal what she was waring. It was a red satin teddy, cut
high in the hips, trimmed with red lace and spaghetti straps. Coupled with her
red heels, she looked exceedingly seductive and sexy.
She slowly walked over to the table and laid face up on it. Jim, seeming
unmoved, walked to the head of the table. Kris raised her arms above her head.
Jim crossed her wrists and tied them together with a long length of rope, then
tied them to the bedframe. As he did, she closed her eyes and looked as if she
was being sexually awakened.
He moved down to her feet, spreading them apart and tying them to the bed
with more rope. His movements were very smooth and clean. He tied his knots,
gently touching her skin. With each rope added, Kris seemed to be more and
more aroused. Not erotic or wildly, but passionately, like two lover making
slow, romantic love to one another.
When he had finished, he turned the overhead light on. The light made her
skin illuminate beneath it's glows. She wasn't blinded by it, but it
highlighted every inch of her. Her red teddy and lips blossomed with color.
She slowly struggled in her bonds, her passion beginning to flow through her.
With Kris now tied down, Jim again picked up his clip board and began his
examination. He would walk around her, taking in every inch of her, probing
every part of her beauty. He wrote on his pad, taking endless notes.
He then began to touch her, caressing his finger over her legs and
shoulders. He again made notes as his finger examined her. Kris continues to
slowly squirm, her breathing heavy and soft moans passing through her lips.
Kris herself, tied to the chair, was getting aroused. She watched the
screen, what the two images were doing. This was different that the other two,
more senual and romantic, yet a little mysterious and arousing. She slowly
squirmed in her ropes, her thighs rubbing together trying to tease her clit.
Jim was getting aroused too. He watched the tape, looking at both is
images bound captive, and his own real one. He knew Kris was getting excited,
and found himself watching her hips circle and writhe in the chair.
Back on the screen, Jim's image was still reviewing his subject. He
touched her hair and her check. His hands moved over her heaving breasts,
feeling their fullness and her arrousment. Even through her satin teddy, he
still could feel her softness.
He made a note, then moved down her chest and abdomen until her found her
aroused crotch. She made a soft moan as he caressed it and felt it. He made
several notes, continually examining the sexual parts of her body.
He then moved up again. He looked down on her and moved his lips to her.
The two kissed passionately and long. Kris moaned as the did, her eyes closed,
drinking him into herself. They kissed for at least a minute before they
finally parted.
Again her made notes as she withered in her arrousment. He then put his
clip board down and removed his coat. He then slowly opened his pant and
allowed his member to spring out. Though he wasn't as big as the other men in
these scenes had been, he still had a wonderful tool.
He slowly moved on top of her. Though she still was waring the sexy teddy,
he managed to move the satin aside and slowly slide his hard cock into her wet
and wanting pussy. Kris' image made a deep moan as he entered her, again
closing her eyes as her passion as about to be fulfilled.
Kris herself let out a soft moan and he slid into her. She was really
turned on now, watching the two of them on the screen. Jim too was horny, the
bulge in his pants about to burst out.
The two images moved together with one another. Though Kris couldn't move
much, she matched his tender movements with his. They kissed fervidly, softly
moan to one another. Kris's body tensed and released a gentle orgasm. As she
did, she kissed him even harder and deeper.
the two made slow love for several minutes before Jim was about ready to
release. He moaned more, and pushed a little deeper into her. As he was about
ready to shoot, he made one last push into her and pressed his lips hard
against her.
He released his flood of sperm, moaning long and deep, pushing himself in
as deep as he could. When Kris felt it, she too moaned at the first wave of
come splashed inside her. He shot a huge load of sperm inside her, filling her
tunnel with the hot sticky fluid.
When had finished coming, Jim pulled herself out from her and moved off the
table. Kris laid on the bed, still held down my the soft ropes, in total
contentment. Her eyes remained close as she basked in the aftermath of her
desires being fulfilled.
Jim returned his member back to his pants and zipped them up. He put on
his lab coat again and pickup his clipboard. He wrote a series of notes, not
looking up from the pad. Kris laid content on the bed, her body recovering
from the prior encounter.
At last, he finished his scribbling and put his pad down. He then untied
her ankles, gently rubbing the light red marks the ropes had left. He then did
the same to her wrists, freeing them and rubbing out the kinks.
'Thank you, Miss Stuart.' he said to her as he made a few more notes. 'I
have collected a lot of useful data this session.'
'Same time next week then?' she said as he helped her put her coat back on.
'Yes, same time.'
She put her hat back on her head, winked at the man, (who didn't notice it)
turned and walked out of the room, a content smile on her face. The screen
fogged and turned to static as the scene ended.
Jim moved over and shut the unit off. He then turned back to Kris, still
bound in the chair. She continued to worm her ass into the chair. Her nipples
were hard and sticking through her tank top. He moved back over to her and
again sat on the stool next to the chair.
'This one was far more captivating than the other two, don't you think?' he
said to her. She didn't respond, but continued to struggle against the ropes
that held her prisoner to the chair.
'Do you have a fascination with bondage?' he asked.
'I've never tried it.' she responded.
'Then you mist have some kind of urge to try it. How else could your
subconscious be so interested in it, not once but three times.'
'I don't know.' she said slowly. Then she looked up at him and asked the
question. 'Am I crazy or something?'
He responded with a smile. 'No, far from it. You just have a driving
fantasy to experience bondage. To be rendered into immobility, to be sexually
aroused and fulfilled. To have a strong man bring you to a erotic height while
you are unable to resist him. There is nothing crazy about that.'
'What you're saying is I want to be tied up while having sex?'
'What I'm saying is at least you want to try it.'
She thought for a moment. Was he right? Was all she wanted to do was at
least give it one shot. Maybe he was right. She did like it when a man took
charge during sex, that he was the superior.
She wondered for a another minute, who could she confide in and tell this
too, without being taken advantage of. She then looked down at her wrists,
then at her ankles, all still tied with the rope. He did this, and he knew
what was going on.
She looked up at him. He was good looking, better that that. He seemed to
know what she wanted, and he did know all about it. He also had tied the knots
very well, for as much as she fought, she couldn't free herself.
'I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it, would it.'
'No, it wouldn't. You just might find out how much you like it.'
'Will the professor be back soon?' she asked.
'No, he's gone for the day. We are alone.'
'Well then, what are you waiting for.' she said and looked away. She knew
he wanted to do the honers. He seemed qualified.
No time was waisted. Jim had his moved all planned out. He moved over and
locked the door. Then he pulled a bandana from his hip pocket and moved behind
her. She opened her mouth and wrapped her teeth around the cloth as he tied
the ends behind her head. It pulled her checks back, but it felt marvelous.
Again he sat on the stool. His hands began to run up and down her legs.
they shivered with his touch. His fingers went over her shorts. Even through
the material, the heat was coming through.
He pulled her top up, revealing her breasts. She then remembered that she
had forgot to put a bra on that day. Good thing, one less item in the way. He
played with her hard nipples. She groaned through the gag as he did.
He then went back down to her shorts. He unbuttoned them and slowly pulled
the white material down to her bound ankles, panties included. Her crotch was
wet, waiting for him to tease her. His fingers ran through her bush, making
her wiggle in the chair.
He untied her legs and pulled the shorts off. Her shoes were also removed.
He then untied her wrists and moved her over to the stool. Her top was pulled
of her back and discarded. She sat on the stool, naked before him.
Jim bound her hands behind her back. She sighed with delight as pulled her
hand back and wound the white cord around her wrists. He then tied her ankles
together and tied her feet to the foot rest on the stool. Satisfied she sat
secured, he began to really torment her.
He stood behind her and played with her hard nipples and her fleshy mounds.
He squeezed and teased them, making the helpless girl moan with delight. Then
his fingers made their was down her stomach. He tied her so that her ankles
would stay together, but so her knees could be spread apart. He parted her
knees and gave himself a clear opening to her crotch.
She was dripping wet as his fingers moved over her pussy lips. She moaned
again as he pushed two fingers inside her, slowing fucking her with them. He
rub her clit, getting her even more excited.
He then moved in front of her and knelt between her legs. his tongue went
to work on her pussy. He probed her tunnel, licked her clit and lapped her
juices. Kris moaned and groaned, getting closer and closer to an eruption.
Just as she seemed to be on the brink of climaxing, he stopped licking her
cunt and kissed her thighs. She moaned at him, telling her him not to stop.
But her gag kept her from complaining. He waited just long enough before
diving in again.
Over and over he did this. Sensing when she was about or orgasm, he would
kiss her thighs, or slow his tongue, or stop all together. He did this almost
ten time. Each time, he let her get just to the end of her rope, then stop.
She made her muffled
When she thought she could stand no more, he plunged in and gave the
licking of her life. He ate her like she had never been ate before. And when
she did come, she screamed into the gag. He continued to stimulate her clit,
making last for ever. The sensation flooded through her entire body. From her
head to her toes, her senses were alive, overwhelmed her whole body with sexual
pleasure. It was the best she ever had.
When at last she was finished, she panted around the bandana. Every nerve
in her body sang out in delight. She never thought something like this could
be so enjoyable. She was right, he knew what he was doing.
He untied her feet from the chair and made her kneel on the floor. She
knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too. He walked around her, studying her
like he was deciding what her was going to do with her and how. The wait of
him shoving his cock into her mouth was killing her.
He moved in front of her and rubbed his hands around his bulge.
'Do you want it?' he asked.
She responded as her image did in the first setting. She nuzzled her face
into his crotch. She felt his hardness under the material. She tried to get
to it, but the gag wouldn't let her. She groaned to him.
He responded. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was just
like she had envisioned on the tape. The same size, thickness and texture. He
stroked it for a moment, making it grow even more powerful.
He pulled the gag from her lips. Kris moved forward and took it in her
mouth. She hungrily sucked on it, moving her lips up and down the shaft. His
hands fondled her hair as she gave him head. She wanted his come, to taste it
and swallow it down. She pumped on it like a high paid hooker, giving him the
best blow job he ever had.
It took a while, but he felt his load begin to smolder in his balls. He
moaned, closing his eyes as he felt the first signs of his orgasm build. Kris
knew he was about to shoot and started to pump on him like mad. His load built
up to a fever pitch.
'Oh, oh here I come.' he moaned to Kris, to let her know he was about to
shoot. She knew already and was getting ready for her first taste of his hot
jism. He held back for as long as he could, but she wanted it. Never before
had she wanted to suck off a man and take him come so bad.
Unable to resist any longer, he let out a loud moan, pulled her head down
his shaft and shot of the first volley of come. Kris started to swallow,
drinking down everything he gave her. His knees felt weak as his orgasm
overloaded him. He continued to moan as he kept pumping come out of his cock.
Kris couldn't swallow fast enough to get it all. It came out of her mouth, over
her face and his groins.
When his ball were drained, he slowly pulled his semi-hard cock out of her
mouth. She licked the tip of it to get every last drop. He tasted so good,
she wanted to get as much as possible.
He sat down in a chair for a moment, putting his cock away first. He then
looked over at the girl, still tied hand and foot, kneeling on the floor. She
was his to do what her wanted with. She still twisted in her ropes, the come
dripping from her chin.
'If only I had a bed to tie you to, and more rope to do it with.'
'Perhaps you can continue this later, maybe at my place.' Kris responded.
'If that's what you want.'
'Yes, it is. Besides, I don't think I'm are quite finished exploring this.
I want to take it further, try more, under the hands of a master.'
Jim was pleased to hear this. He untied the lady from her ropes, wiped the
come off her face with the bandana, and gave back her cloths. Kris dress, wrote
down her dorm room number, and gave him a kiss on the check, promising to give
him more later.
'I won't be leaving here until four, and I need to stop by my place and
pick up a few things. When should I come by?'
Kris looked at the clock. It was a little past two. She thought for a
moment before giving him an answer.
'Come by at seven. Then we both have time to get ready.'
She turned to leave the room. Before she opened the door, a thought came
across her mind. What will the professor say when asks about the test?
'What about the tapes?' she asked.
'Oh, didn't I tell you?' he said with a sly smile. 'Nothing showed up
again. I guess we just couldn't read your mind.' He handed her the tapes, and
guided her out of the office.
Seven o'clock rolled around and passed. Kris was nervous. She expected him
to be right on time. Was he going to come? Maybe she should have given him
her phone number, in case he was going to be late or something.
Then, there was a knock at the door. For a moment, she didn't move. He
did come. What did he have in store for her? What would he do to her? She
moved to the door and checked herself in the mirror. She then open the door.
Jim was standing there, a dozen roses in one hand, a small overnight bag in
the other. We was waring a blue pull over and plue jeans. He smiled at her
and held out the flowers to her.
'Sorry I'm late, but a beautiful woman like you should always have preaty
flowers around her.'
'Oh, thank you.' she said as she sniffed the roses. 'Come in and help me
put them in water.'
After they had found a vase, and the roses were sitting on the table, Kris
put on some music and poured a glass of wine for each of them. They sat on the
couch chatting for a few minutes.
'Tell me honestly,' he said, 'What did you think of your first episode of
bondage this afternoon?'
'I must admit, it wasn't that bed. To be all honest, I was really horny.'
'I could tell.'
'I seems to me that you have more experience in this that I do. Am I right
in making that assumption?'
'You are.'
'Been doing it long?'
'Long enough to know the finer points of the game.
'Your little bag there. Does that contain some of the finer points.'
He took the wine glass from her hand. 'Let me show you.' he said. He got
his bag and set it on the table before them. He pulled a key from his pocket,
unlocked the bag and opened it up.
If was filled with a large assortment of ropes, cuffs and gags. He must of
had several hundread feet of rope bundeled up into little coils. He had
several pairs of handcuffs, and two pair of legcuffs. There were several
leather straps, some short, some long. There was also a large bright red ball
gag and another type of gag.
'I guess you do know about this stuff.'
'I do.' he said. 'And I know how to use all of this very successfully.'
'Well then, what are we waiting for.' she said as she stood up and began to
remove her cloths. Jim sat back and watched her slow striptease.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slowly slid down off here
shoulders. Next, she unzipped her jeans and very slowly slid them down her legs
to reveil the red teddy she was waring. It was almost identical to the one that
she was waring in the vidio. She slid her feet into a pair of red spiked heels
and moved over by him.
'I bought it this afternoon, just for you. Do you like it?' she asked.
'Yes, very nice. I like it a lot. Red, the color of burning passion.'
She sat down next to him. Kris knew how to tease a man, get his cock all
worked up into a frenzy. She snuggled up against him, her body rubbing all
over his. He placed his hand on her smooth legs, caressing her thighs. She
gently traced the outline of his hardon, cupping the bulge in her hand.
This only lasted for a moment before he reached into the bag and pulled out
several coils of ropes. Kris turned away from him and placed her hands behind
her back. As Jim bound her wrists together very tightly, shivers ran down her
spine as he cinched and knotted the ropes. Now helpless, she waited for his
next action.
He tied her ankles together with another length of rope, again cinching the
middles. He then pulled a red cloth from the bag, placed a knot in it and held
it up to her lips. Kris slowly opened her mouth, parting her ruby red lips
wide to accept the gag. He placed the knot between her teeth and tied the ends
behind her head.
He then made her sit back on the couch. He began to slowly explore her
luscious body. It was very sexy. She was all tied up and gagged, waring only
her sexy teddy and heels, with this attractive man lightly touching and
caressing her body. She felt the same as her image did in the third tape did,
aroused and excited with romantic pleasure.
He kissed her shoulders and caressed her hips and thighs. Kris let out a
soft sigh as his hands moved over her skin. His hands cupped her breasts
through the satin material that covered them. Her nipples were hard agains the
soft fleshy mounds. She moaned through the gag and bagan to squrim under his
touch and in the security of her ropes.
He pulled the gag from her mouth. Immeditly, their lips met one another in
a sweet, deep kiss. Their mouths pressed against one another as their tongue
flickered into each others mouths. Kris moaned again. His kisses were full of
passion and desire. She felt the power that came from him, his commanding
spirt. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but the ropes prevented her.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He gently deposited her
on the bed and removed the ropes from her wrists. He laid her back on the
sheets and began to tie her to the bed.
He bound each of her wrists to the headboard. Though they wern't far
apart, her fingers were unable to reach the knots that held them. He untied
the knots on her ankles and slowly spread her legs apart. He bound ropes
around each ankle, looping the ropes around the arch and heels of her shoes,
tying the ends to the legs of the bed.
He pulled the red ball gag from the bag and sat on the bed next to her.
They said not a word, but their actions spoke. She looked at the rubber gag,
wondering if he was going to use it. She wanted him to, wanting to feel how it
was to have her moans and groans muffled. She parted her lips to welcome it.
He placed the shinny ball in her mouth and gently tied the ends behind her
head. She moaned with delight and Jim smilled.
Jim walked around the bed, viewing his captive from all angles. Her hands
were tied down and helpless. He legs were bound and spread apart Her mouth
fill with the bright red ball that matched her red teddy and spiked high heels.
Her soft, tan skin seemed to glow in the light. He long blond hair fanned out
under her trussed body. Kris twisted and turned in her ropes, softly sighing
and moaning. She closed her eyes and squirmed on the bed as he swallowed in
her beauty. He had never had such a captive woman as beautiful as this.
He touched her everywhere, letting no place unfelt. Her caresed every inch
of her skin, feeling the softness and the smoothness for her. He wanted to
know every part of her in detail.
Her body tremebled under his hand. Shivers of pleasure ran through her
like wildfire. She moaned into her gag, constantly writhing her body as far as
her bonds would let her.
He kissed every inch of her with soft, tantalizing kisses. Kris was in
heaven, the heat coming of her body. She was getting more and more roused with
each moment. What would her do to her, and how long would he keep it up.
After sometime of this, they both finally could no longer stand it. Kris
seemed to be on the very edge of climax. Jim's hardon was raging out of
control for relief. He removed his cloths, exposing a massive hardon and
slowly climbed on top of her.
As in the vidio, he moved aside the meterial that covered her wet opening
and slowly slid his cock in. As he pushed in deeper and deeper, Kris released
her orgasm. She withered and moaned as the climax rocked her entire body.
Every nerve was alove with sexual pleasure.
Slowly, very slowly, Jim began to slid his cock back and forth inside her
virgina. His stroked were slow and steady, each one just as smooth as the
prior. Kris moaned into her gag. His cock filled her cunt sending waves of
passion through her body.
Jim tried to move as slow as he could, but soon his desire took over. He
moved a little faster with each forward motion. When fully in, he pushed in
harder, sending his manhood deeper into her. Faster and harder he moved.
He moved with a quick, steady motion. Kris moved under him as far as her
ropes would let her. Her breathing was fast, moaning from the pleasure he was
giving her. Jim as moaning too, for it felt so good. It had been a long time.
Both of them were building up to a orgasm. Kris's sensuous body squirmed
in the sheets as Jim's body moved on top of her. She moaned loudly, her orgasm
just about ready to release. Jim felt his come traveling up, ready to burst
forth from his cock.
Kris let out one last loud moan and began to come. Within a few seconds,
Jim sent forth an army of sperm, pumping her tunnel full of the hot sticky
fluid, their juices mixing inside of her. Kris felt the come hit inside her,
making her orgasm just that much better.
When Jim had pump his last drop of come from his rod, he pulled the gag
from her mouth and kissed her passionatly. With his cock still inside her, and
her firm body still tied down, the two pressed the lips together, their tongues
dancing in one another mouths.
Within a minute, his cock, which never really lost it's erection, was hard
again. He started to slowly mive his hips again, sliding his cock around
inside her wet tunnel. They continued to kiss, moaning together as they did.
Jim stopped for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. Kris was still full
of passion and desire. So was he. He wanted more of her, but he still wanted
her bound in ropes. He thought for a second and came up with an idea.
He moved off of her, giving her one last kiss and untied her wrists. Kris
wasn't quite sure what he was going to do. Was it over, was he having second
thoughts, was he removing the ropes or doing something else.
As he untied the ropes from her legs, she leaned on one arm looking at
him. He sat next to her for a moment. Wonder popped into her eyes and he
answered her question.
'I want to try something.' he said. Kris nodded her head in approvial.
He laid her back onto the bed and picked up her hands. Kris held them
above her as he crossed her wrists and bound them together, winding the rope
around her wrists, crossing them so they couldn't move. When he finished, she
raised them above, expecting him to tie them to the bed.
He didn't. Instead, he moved to her legs, bent her knees, crossed her feet
at her ankles and tied them together. they was he tied them cauded her knees
to spread apart, giving a clear view to her pussy. He didn't gag her again.
Still waring her satin teddy and high heels, he lifted her feet up and slid
his toned body through her legs until his hard rod was poised by her entrance.
Kris got the hint, placeing her bound wrists around his neck. He slipped his
arms through hers so her arms were now around his body. Though still bound,
she was able to have her body wrapped around his.
Again he pushed it cock passed the satin material and enter into her wet
tunnel. Their lips met again, lock in a passionate kiss. His hips moved slowly,
as did his hips. They made slow love like this for half an hour, his hard cock
slowly sliding along her wet lips.
She had two small orgasm as thet did. Nothing like before, but enough to
send imense pleasure through her body. It was glorious, her bound body wrapped
around his, moaning and groaning as their bodied slowly melted together.
When Jim felt his load begin to build, he would slow he stroke even more,
sometimes stopping, just letting his cock fill her cunt. When it relaxed, he
again would slowly start.
After their slow screw, Jim finally felt first spasm of his climax. He
pushed in deeper with each slow stroke. He wished he could hold it back again,
but it build up to a sizable porportion.
Just as he felt it about to erupt, he pushed in as deep as he could and
shot another load of come inside her. Kris moaned when she felt it, and
released another small orgasm. They kissed even harder, their tongues darting
around one anothers.
When he had finshed, their lips parted to pant. Their breathing was hard
and deep, recovering from their love making. Kris, still tied and wrapped
around him, hugged him as best she could. Her wrists were tired, but it didn't
matter. She felt so good, so alive, like never bofore.
Jim wiggled out from under her bound graps and untied her from her
position. Once free, she kicked off her heels, removed her crtotched socked
teddy, and cuddled up to his naked body. It was some time before either of
them spoke. They touched one another slowly and lightly, letting the moment
gather around them.
'Was it what you hoped it to be?' he asked.
'Yes, it was.' she sighed, 'and more. It was wonderful. I never had so
romantic yet so kinky and exciting of an experiance.'
'So you think you like it?'
'Yes, and the person who help me discover it too. And I want to know more.'
Again the laid in silence for a few more minutes.
'It's getting late.' Jim said. 'I better be going.'
'So soon?' she responded.
'It's past midnight, and I have to be at the lab by seven.'
They didn't say a word for a few minutes. Jim got out of bed and dressed.
He collected up his items and returned them back to his bag. Kris got up and
put on her robe. They walked out to the living room together.
'Am I going to see you again?' she asked as she took his hand. Jim put his
bag down and kissed her hotly. Her knees almost gave out.
'If you want to see me.' he said.
'Call me tomorrow.'
'Deffently.' He said as he opened the door and was about to walk out.
'Hey, wait. You don't have my number.'
He pulled a small slip of paper from his pocket.
'Might this be it?' he said with a smile, and closed the door behind him.
Kris went back to her bed. She climbed between the sheets and fell right
to sleep. She dreamed all night long.
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