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Sheaths for the fun of it (S&M)
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THE FOLLOWING STORY WAS PUBLISHED IN "HOGTIE" VOLUME TWO,
NUMBER FIVE, PUBLISHED BY HOUSE OF MILAN, 1973.
CUFFS COMMENTS: THE DOUBLING-SHEATHS DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY
DO EXIST AS I HAVE SEEN A SET MADE AFTER THIS STORY WAS
PUBLISHED. THE STORY IS WRITTEN IN A WAY THAT WOULD INDICATE
IT IS A TRUE FIRST PERSON ACCOUNT.
SHEATHS FOR THE FUN OF IT!
ONE OF MY HUSBAND'S MORE STRENUOUS DIVERSIONS (FOR ME, THAT
IS!) INVOLVES PUTTING ME INTO A FULL SET OF DOUBLING-SHEATHS
AND THEN TAUNTING ME AS I STRUGGLE TO OBEY HIS ORDERS. A
"SHEATH SESSION," AS MARK CALLS IT, IS QUITE EXHAUSTING - BUT
THE DELICIOUS HUMILIATION IS SO EXCITING THAT I NEVER OBJECT
WHEN HE TELLS ME TO GET READY FOR ONE.
TO BEGIN, I MUST STRIP COMPLETELY AND PUT ON MY HEAVY LEATHER
CORSELET. MARK CINCHES IT UNTIL I AM LITERALLY GASPING FOR
BREATH AND MY BREASTS, WHICH ARE QUITE FULL AND FIRM ANYWAY,
JUT OUT SCANDALOUSLY ABOVE IT. THEN HE ANCHORS MY RIVET-
STUDDED BODYSTRAP TO THE CORSELET, BUCKLING IT TIGHTLY SO
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THERE IS CONTINUAL IRRITATION AND PRESSURE ON MY PLEASURE-
MOUND AND UP BETWEEN THE SOFT GLOBES OF MY DERRIERE.
A PAIR OF FIST-MITTS - PADDED LEATHER BAGS THAT SQUEEZE MY
HANDS INTO HARD-CLENCHED FISTS AND ARE FASTENED TO MY WRIST-
CUFFS - COMES NEXT. FINALLY, I AM READY FOR HIM TO PUT MY
SHEATHS ON ME.
THEY ARE MADE OF HEAVY BLACK LEATHER, DESIGNED ESPECIALLY TO
MY MEASUREMENTS, AND THEY HOLD EACH ARM AND LEG SHAPELY
DOUBLED WITHIN THEIR UNYIELDING EMBRACE. EACH ARM-SHEATH
SLIPS UP OVER A ELBOW, REACHING TO THE ARMPIT, AND AFTER MARK
TIGHTENS THE LACES AND STRAPS MY FOREARM IS PRESSED AGAINST
MY BICEPS AND MY MITTED HAND IS JAMMED AGAINST MY SHOULDER.
AFTER BOTH ARE SECURELY IN PLACE, I AM LIKE A CHICKEN WITH
CLIPPED WINGS - I CAN MOVE MY STRANGELY SHORTENED ARMS FREELY
BUT THEY ARE VIRTUALLY USELESS.
INTENSE CONSTRICTION
THEN MARK MAKES ME LIE DOWN SO HE CAN PUT ON MY LEG-SHEATHS.
I BEND EACH LEG AND HOLD MY THIGHS APART SO HE CAN SLIDE THE
SHEATHS DOWN OVER THEM. THE REACH DOWN TO MY GROIN AND ARE
TIGHTENED THE SAME WAY AS THE ARM-SHEATHS. BEFORE HE IS
SATISFIED, EACH CALF IS SQUASHED HARD AGAINST THE BACK OF A
THIGH AND MY HEELS ARE DIGGING HARSHLY INTO MY TENDER
BUTTOCKS. I MOAN WITH PLEASURE AT THE INTENSE CONSTRICTION.
LOOKING DOWN, I CAN SEE MY LEG MUSCLES TENSE BENEATH THE
GLOSSY LEATHER AS I TEST THE SHEATHS. THERE IS, OF COURSE,
NO ESCAPE. I SMILE AT THE THOUGHT OF THE SEXY TORMENTS THAT
AWAIT ME.
ONCE I AM READY, HE ORDERS ME TO ROLL OVER ONTO MY FACE FOR
SOME LIMBERING-UP POSES. THIS IS A BIT DIFFICULT, GIVEN MY
BIZARRE BONDAGE, BUT I MANAGE TO OBEY. ALREADY THE SENSATION
OF MORTIFYING CLUMSINESS BEGINS TO EXCITE ME.
UNYIELDING EMBRACE
THE SHEATHS ARE PADDED AT THE KNEED AND ELBOWS TO PREVENT
BRUISES, AND ARE ALSO EQUIPPED WITH D-RINGS. MY HUSBAND USES
THOSE AT THE INSIDES OF MY KNEES TO FASTEN A TWO-FOOT
SPREADER BAR BETWEEN THEM, STRETCHING MY THIGHS WIDE APART,
AND THEN STRAPS MY LEATHER BOUND ELBOWS TOGETHER IN THE
CENTER OF MY BACK. THIS IS ALREADY A STRENUOUS POSITION, BUT
HE SOON MAKES IT WORSE BY FIXING A STRAP FROM MY ELBOWS TO
THE CENTER OF THE SPREADER BAR AND TIGHTENING IT UNTIL MY
BODY IS ARCHED IN AN EXCRUCIATING BOW.
HE CHUCKLES AT MY OBVIOUS DISCOMFORT, AND THEN ADDS TO IT BY
ROCKING ME BACK AND FORTH ON MY OUT-ARCHED BELLY. HE ALSO
FONDLES MY BREASTS WHICH ARE RAISED WELL OFF THE RUG, UNTIL I
AM MOANING UNDER THE EROTIC TORMENT. BUT HE KNOWS I CAN'T
TAKE THIS TOO LONG, ESPECIALLY IN THE BEGINNING, AND RELEASES
ME IN TEN MINUTES OR SO.
I LIE PANTING AFTER MY ELBOWS HAVE BEEN FREED, PARTLY FROM
RELIEF AND PARTLY FROM AROUSAL, EVEN THOUGH MY THIGHS ARE
STILL SPREAD DRASTICALLY APART. MY HUSBAND ALLOWS ME ONLY A
BRIEF REST, THOUGH, BEFORE HE ORDERS ME TO ASSUME A CRAWLING
POSITION.
EVEN WITH MY KNEES ASTRADDLE, MY FANNY IS STILL HIGHER THAN
MY HEAD BECAUSE MY UPPER ARMS ARE SO MUCH SHORTER THAN MY
THIGHS. THIS MEANS I MUST HOLD MY HEAD BACK AS FAR AS
POSSIBLE IF I AM TO SEE ANYTHING THAT LIES AHEAD OF ME. THE
ELBOWS-AND-KNEES POSITION IS NOT ONLY CLUMSY, IT IS ALSO
DELIGHTFULLY HUMILIATING BECAUSE MY CROTCH IS SO VULNERABLE
AND MY BREASTS SWING FREE BENEATH ME.
THEN I MUST CRAWL AROUND THE PLAYROOM THREE TIMES. THIS IS
NOT PAINFUL, BUT IT IS LUDICROUSLY SLOW. MY HUSBAND TELLS ME
I MOVE LIKE A CRIPPLED TURTLE, AND I WRIGGLE HAPPILY IN
SHAMELESS AGREEMENT. WITH MY LEGS SO RIGIDLY SPREAD, I MUST
SWING MY HIPS VIGOROUSLY WITH EVERY "STEP" TO ACHIEVE ANY
FORWARD MOVEMENT. THIS OF COURSE REQUIRES EXTRA EFFORT AND
ALSO REQUIRES SOME REAL SKILL ON MY PART, SINCE TOO MUCH
ENERGY IN SWINGING A KNEE FORWARD CAN THROW ME OFF-BALANCE
(AND MY DOUBLED ARMS ARE NOT MUCH GOOD FOR QUICK RECOVERIES).
HE SITS DOWN TO WATCH ME STRUGGLE THROUGH MY ASSIGNMENT,
TEASING ME ABOUT MY CLUMSINESS AND CHORTLING WHENEVER I FALL
DOWN. HUFFING AND PUFFING, I FINALLY COMPLETE THE THREE
CIRCUITS OF THE ROOM AND CRAWL LABORIOUSLY TO HIS CHAIR. HE
SCOLDS ME FOR MY SLOWNESS AND ORDERS ME TO SIT UP.
QUAKING ANXIETY
THIS IS EASY: I SIMPLY FALL BACK TO A KNEELING POSITION. BUT
THEN HE SECURES MY ELBOWS BEHIND ME ONCE MORE AND I AM ALMOST
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TOTALLY HELPLESS. WITH MY SHOULDERS DRAWN BACK SEVERELY, I
CAN BARELY MOVE MY TORSO AT ALL. MY BREASTS ARE STRETCHED
ACROSS MY RIBS, TAUTLY ROUNDED, AND MY SENSITIVE NIPPLES
STAND OUT INVITINGLY.
SMILING MY TORMENTER LEANS FORWARD TO CUP MY BOSOMS IN HIS
HANDS, GAUGING THEIR VELVETY RESILIENCY AND SKILLFULLY
AROUSING THEM. HE KNOWS HOW TO STIMULATE THEM IN A THOUSAND
WAYS - TICKLING, SCRATCHING, SQUEEZING, STROKING, TWEAKING,
FLICKING, KNEADING, PINCHING, RUBBING, POKING! - AND SOON I
AM GASPING WITH EXCITEMENT. MY NIPPLES SWELL AND HARDEN,
BECOMING THICK AS WALNUTS, AND THEY ITCH WITH A BURNING NEED
FOR MORE CARESSES. I SQUEEZE MY EYES SHUT AND MOAN HOARSELY
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AS HIS HANDS CONTINUE THE EROTIC TORMENT.
BUT I KNOW WHAT IS TO COME NEXT, AND IT TINGES MY PASSION
WITH QUAKING ANXIETY. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO IGNORE THE
TANTALIZING PLEASURE OF THIS MOMENT, EVEN THOUGH I KNOW HE IS
NOT DOING THIS JUST FOR MY BENEFIT. AS SOON AS HE DECIDES
THAT MY NIPPLES ARE SUFFICIENTLY ERECT AND DISTENDED, HE
BRINGS OUT A PAIR OF THE DREADED NIPPLE-CLAMPS AND DANGLES
THEM TAUNTINGLY BEFORE ME. THESE ARE HOLLOW ALUMINUM CONES
THAT HAVE A CONSTRICTING RUBBER RING INSIDE THE BASE. AFTER
ONE OF THESE HIDEOUS DEVICES HAS BEEN SET SNUGLY OVER A
NIPPLE THICKENED WITH EXCITEMENT, HE CAN TIGHTEN THE RUBBER
RING WITH A KEY UNTIL IT CANNOT POSSIBLY BE PULLED OFF.
NIPPLE CLAMPS
BEFORE I HAVE COOLED OFF FROM MY AROUSAL, HE HAS FIXED THE
ALUMINUM CONES SECURELY IN PLACE OVER MY THROBBING NIPPLES.
EACH ONE HAS A SMALL RING SET AT THE TIP SO A GIRL'S MASTER
CAN FASTEN A LEASH, OR REINS, OR ANYTHING HE SELECTS DIRECTLY
TO HER TENDER BREASTS. I LOOK DOWN WITH A MIXTURE OF PRIDE
AND DREAD AT THE SILVERY OBJECTS, KNOWING HOW THOROUGHLY THEY
CONFIRM MY SUBJUGATION.
WHILE MY HUSBAND HAS NEVER INTENTIONALLY EMPLOYED THE NIPPLE-
CLAMPS SIMPLY TO INDUCE PAIN, WE HAVE HAD ONE OR TWO
ACCIDENTS THAT PROVED JUST HOW AGONIZING THEY CAN BE. RIGHT
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NOW THEY ARE NO MORE PAINFUL THAN A TOO TIGHT BRA, BUT MY
PLEASURE IN BEING DOMINATED IS HEIGHTENED BY THE KNOWLEDGE
THAT MY SUBMISSIVENESS CAN BE CRUELLY ENFORCED WHENEVER
NECESSARY. WEARING THE CLAMPS IS CERTAINLY EXCITING - AND IT
IS ALSO A GOOD REASON TO BE BOTH VERY CAUTIOUS AND VERY
OBEDIENT.
HE REACHES OUT TO SNAP THE TWIN ENDS OF A FORKED LEASH TO MY
QUIVERING BREASTS. I GRIT MY TEETH AS HE SWINGS THE LEASH
AROUND GENTLY LIKE A JUMP-ROPE, BUT IT DOESN'T REALLY HURT.
I SMILE TO MYSELF: JUST KNOWING THAT I AM TO BE CONTROLLED IN
THIS MANNER IS ENOUGH TO MAKE ME SWOON WITH SHAMELESS
PLEASURE.
THEN HE RELEASES MY ELBOWS AND REMOVES THE SPREADER BAR FROM
BETWEEN MY KNEES. I SIGH WITH RELIEF AND SWING MY SHEATHED
ARMS AROUND BRISKLY TO GET THE MUSCLES LOOSE AGAIN. MY HIP
JOINTS AND THIGH MUSCLES ACHE FROM THE STRAIN THEY HAVE BEEN
UNDER, BUT AFTER A FEW MINUTES THEY FEEL FINE AND I AM
ANXIOUS FOR MY HUSBANDS NEXT ORDERS.
HE TELLS ME THAT I WILL PRACTICE WADDLING FOR A WHILE.
INSTEAD OF CRAWLING, I WILL HAVE TO BALANCE ON THE BALLS OF
MY BARE FEET AND ACTUALLY WADDLE DUCK-LIKE WHEREVER HE LEADS
ME. THIS IS AN EXCEEDINGLY DIFFICULT WAY TO GET ABOUT, EVEN
WITH MY SHEATHED ARMS FREE TO HELP KEEP MY BALANCE, BUT I
CAN'T ARGUE WITH THE LEASH.
THE FIRST TIME I TRY IT, NATURALLY, I TIP OVER BACKWARDS AND
LAND WITH A THUD. BUT HE TUGS SOFTLY AT MY LEASH AND I
HASTEN TO TRY IT AGAIN. THIS INVOLVES ROLLING ONTO ONE
SIDE, DRAWING MY KNEES UP AGAINST MY BREASTS, AND THEN
SHOVING
ON OVER TO A KNEELING POSITION SO I CAN TRY TO "STAND UP"
ONCE MORE. AFTER TWO MORE FALLS I FINALLY SUCCEED, AND
MANAGE
TO REMAIN SQUATTING ONLY BY VIGOROUSLY WAVING MY ARMS AND
KNEES
ABOUT TO HELP KEEP MY BALANCE, BUT I CAN'T ARGUE WITH THE
LEASH.
SHAMELESS PLEASURE
WITH YOUR ANKLES BOUND SO TIGHTLY TO YOUR UPPER THIGHS, YOU
HAVE TO SWING YOUR HIPS AROUND ENERGETICALLY WITH EACH STEP -
AND THEN YOU MOVE FORWARD ONLY TWO OR THREE INCHES. THE
SECRET IS TO KEEP MOVING, FOR ONCE YOU GET THE RHYTHM GOING
IT IS EASIER TO MAINTAIN YOUR BALANCE. I HAVE THE BREAST-
LEASH TO ENCOURAGE ME, OF COURSE, AND SOON MY HUSBAND HAS ME
WADDLING ALONG LIKE DAISY DUCK HERSELF.
A FALL SIMPLY MEANS THAT I MUST GET BACK INTO POSITION AS
FAST AS I CAN. MY HUSBAND IS PATIENT BUT FIRM ABOUT IT ALL
AND AFTER A WHILE I HAVE MASTERED THE ART OF WADDLING TO THE
TO THE POINT THAT I CAN FOLLOW HIM ANYWHERE. BUT IT IS SUCH
AN EXHAUSTING FORM OF LOCOMOTION THAT MY PHYSICAL AROUSAL
DIES DOWN AND I BEGIN TO WONDER WHY I AM BEING FORCED INTO
SUCH A TIRING ACTIVITY.
SOON, HOWEVER HE LETS ME HALT AND REST IN A KNEELING
POSITION. WHILE I AM CATCHING MY BREATH, HE WILL BEGIN TO
EXCITE ME AGAIN - THIS TIME WITH HIS WORDS. HE STANDS ABOVE
ME, SWINGING MY LEASH GENTLY TO REMIND ME TO ANSWER PROMPTLY,
AND ASKS ME QUESTIONS.
"ARE YOU A SLAVE?" "YES MASTER."
"ARE YOU HELPLESS IN YOUR BONDAGE?" "YES MASTER."
"IS IT EXCITING TO KNOW THAT I CAN DO 'ANYTHING' TO YOUR
BODY?" "OH YES MASTER."
"TELL ME ABOUT YOUR BODYSTRAP." "IT CUTS UP INTO MY PUSSY
MASTER ... IT IS NICE AND TIGHT, LIKE AN IRON BAR PRESSING IN
BETWEEN MY ASSCHEEKS AND TEASING MY LOVE-LIPS."
"AND YOUR BREASTS?" "THE CLAMPS MAKE MY NIPPLES ITCH WITH
PASSION, MASTER. MY BREASTS ACHE FOR YOUR STRONG FINGERS ...
THE LEASH TELLS ME THAT I AM COMPLETELY UNDER YOUR CONTROL."
FRENZY OF DESIRE
THE CONVERSATION GOES ON UNTIL I AM WRITHING WITH EXCITEMENT.
I LUST AFTER THE GROWING BULGE IN HIS TROUSERS AND TWIST MY
BODY IN A FRENZY OF DESIRE. BUT MY HUSBAND HAS NO INTENTION
OF ENDING THE SHEATH SESSION SO QUICKLY, AND AGAIN HE
FRUSTRATES WITH AN ORDER TO ASSUME THE CRAWLING POSITION ONCE
MORE.
"LET'S SEE HOW QUICKLY YOU CAN GET UPSTAIRS," HE SAYS. I
GRIMACE AT THE PROSPECT, FOR CLIMBING THE STAIRS IN THIS
BONDAGE IS NOTHING BUT HARD WORK. HOWEVER, I CAN'T IGNORE
HIS COMMAND SO I OBEDIENTLY HEAD FOR THE STAIRWAY.
"WHOA, DUMMY!" HE GROWLS. "LOOK OUT FOR YOUR LEASH." SURE
ENOUGH, HE HAS DROPPED THE END OF IT AND IT IS TRAILING
BETWEEN MY KNEES ON THE FLOOR. IF I WERE TO PUT ONE KNEE ON
IT AND THEN MOVE FORWARD, IT WOULD GIVE ME A PAINFUL JERK AT
MY BREASTS. "PICK IT UP IN YOUR MOUTH SO YOU WON'T STEP ON
IT."
BLUSHING WITH CHAGRIN, I CRAWL BACKWARDS CLUMSILY UNTIL THE
END OF THE LEASH DRAGS ON THE FLOOR BENEATH MY HEAD AND THEN
DUCK DOWN TO SEIZE IT BETWEEN MY TEETH. SOMEHOW, I ENJOY THE
HUMILIATION OF HAVING TO GNAW AT THE RUG IN ORDER TO GET A
GOOD BITE ON THE LEASH. WITH IT HANGING FOOLISHLY FROM MY
MOUTH, I HEAD FOR THE STAIRS AT A GOOD CLIP SINCE MY KNEES
ARE NO LONGER HAMPERED BY THE SPREADER BAR.
FORTUNATELY, THE STAIRS ARE WIDE AND CARPETED. I GET BOTH
ELBOWS UP TO THE SECOND STEP AND THEN SWING MY RIGHT KNEE
WIDE TO GET IT UP ONTO THE FIRST STEP. LEVERING MYSELF
UPWARD WITH MY ELBOWS, I MANAGE TO GET THE LEFT KNEE UP TOO,
AND THEN WORK MY ELBOWS HIGHER IN ORDER TO REPEAT THE
PROCESS. MY HUSBAND MAKES SARCASTIC COMMENTS ABOUT MY SPEED
AND AGILITY, AND THREATENS TO TAKE A LASH TO MY WIDE OPEN
CROTCH IF I DON'T MOVE FASTER. I AM STRAINING AS HARD AS I
CAN ALREADY, BUT HIS WORDS SPUR ME TO GREATER EFFORT AND AT
LAST I AM AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS.
SEXY TORMENTS
MY ARMS AND LEGS TINGLE WITH WEARINESS, BUT I AM GIVEN NO
REST. HE TAKES THE END OF THE LEASH FROM MY MOUTH AND LEADS
ME TO THE LIVING ROOM WHERE, I ASSUME, HE HAS SOME MORE FUN
AND GAMES FOR ME.
SHUDDERING WITH EXHAUSTION, I FIND I AM CORRECT. HE GRINS AT
ME AND ANNOUNCES A GAME OF FETCH-THE-BALL. TO MAKE THIS MORE
INTERESTING, HE TELLS ME TO SIT UP SO HE CAN REMOVE MY
BREAST-
LEASH AND INSTEAD FASTEN SOME TINY BELLS TO MY NIPPLE-CLAMPS
THAT JINGLE WITH RIDICULOUS GAIETY. A HIGH SUEDE-LINED
IRON COLLAR LOCKS ABOUT MY THROAT TO PROVIDE ANCHORAGE FOR A
DIFFERENT LEASH, AND THEN HE TOSSES A RUBBER BALL TO THE
OTHER END OF THE ROOM AND ORDERS ME TO "FETCH!"
THE BALL BOUNDS AROUND CRAZILY WHILE I AM CRAWLING AFTER IT,
AND FINALLY COMES TO REST BENEATH A END-TABLE. THE ONLY WAY
I CAN GET IS TO LIE FLAT ON BY STOMACH AND WORM MY WAY UNDER
THE TABLE. THIS AT LEAST MUFFLES THE SILLY BELLS ON MY
BREASTS, BUT IT IS HELLISHLY DIFFICULT TO CAPTURE THE BALL.
THE THING IS JUST A BIT TO BIG FOR ME TO GRASP EASILY IN MY
MOUTH, SO I AM FORCED TO PRESS MY OPEN JAWS DOWN OVER IT
UNTIL IT POPS INSIDE THEM - AND THEN I AM QUITE EFFECTIVELY
GAGED AS I WORK MY WAY BACK TO A CRAWLING POSITION AND RETURN
TO MY HUSBAND.
"DROP IT!" HE ORDERS AS IF HE WERE TALKING TO A DOG. I CAN'T
GET IT OUT OF MY MOUTH, THOUGH, AND HAVE TO WHINE
PATHETICALLY BEFORE HE WILL DO THE JOB FOR ME.
UNFORTUNATELY, THIS REMINDS HIM OF A GAG. HE ORDERS ME TO
SIT UP WHILE HE GETS ONE. I VOICE MY DISLIKE OF THIS IDEA,
BUT IT ONLY MAKES HIM SELECT A MORE UNCOMFORTABLE GAG.
HE COMES BACK WITH A SPECIAL TONGUE-CLAMP AND HOLDS IT UP FOR
MY RELUCTANT INSPECTION. IT IS LIKE A PEAR-GAG, BUT MADE OF
HARD RUBBER WITH A SPECIAL GROOVE BETWEEN ITS HINGED HALVES.
MY TONGUE FITS INTO THIS WHEN IT IS INSERTED INTO MY MOUTH,
AND IT IS TRAPPED SECURELY WHEN THE TWO HALVES CLOSE AS THE
HEAD STRAPS ARE TIGHTENED. THE STRAPS GO BENEATH MY CHIN AND
OVER MY HEAD AS WELL AS AROUND IT, SO THAT WHEN THEY ARE
SECURELY BUCKLED I AM NOT ONLY UTTERLY SILENCED BUT IT FEELS
AS THOUGH MT HEAD IS IN A GIANT VISE.
RELUCTANT INSPECTION
ONCE THE HORRID THING IS IN PLACE, I FEEL TWICE AS HELPLESS
AS BEFORE. NOW I CAN ONLY HUM OR GRUNT MY FEELINGS, AND
CAN'T REALLY COMMUNICATE AT ALL. WORSE, HE IS GETTING MORE
EXCITED HIMSELF AND MAY TRY THINGS THAT ARE 'REALLY' TO MUCH
FOR ME -AND I CANT LET HIM KNOW. I TWIST MY HEAD FRANTICLY
TO LET HIM KNOW OF MY FEARS, BUT HE ONLY LAUGHS.
THEN HE ORDERS ME TO THE ELBOWS-AND-KNEES POSITION AGAIN AND
PROCEEDS TO FASTEN A STRAP FROM THE TOP OF MY HEAD-HARNESS TO
THE BACK OF MY CORSELET, PULLING MY HEAD BACK UNTIL I AM
STARING STRAIGHT AHEAD OF ME. CONFIRMING MY FEARS, HE
ANNOUNCES I AM TO BE HIS "WHEELBARROW." HE STEPS BEHIND ME,
GRABS ONE KNEE IN EACH ARM, AND LEAVES ME RESTING MY ENTIRE
WEIGHT ON MY ELBOWS. HE PUSHES FORWARD SO I MUST "WALK"
ALONG ON MY POOR, DOUBLED ARMS, AND IN THIS FASHION HE FORCES
ME INTO THE BEDROOM AT THE FAR END OF THE HALL.
ALTHOUGH MY BODY THROBS WITH THE STRAIN, I CAN SENSE THAT THE
EVENINGS CLIMAX IS NEAR. AFTER WE ARE IN THE BEDROOM, HE
LETS MY LEGS DOWN AND TELLS ME TO SIT UP. WITH MY HEADSTRAP
STILL IN PLACE, I AM FORCED TO STARE UP AT THE CEILING FOR AN
UNCOMFORTABLE MOMENT UNTIL HE REMOVES IT. AND THEN I AM
SURPRISED WHEN HE ALSO REMOVES MY NIPPLE-CLAMPS. I RAISE MY
EYEBROWS IN QUESTION.
UNCOMFORTABLE MOMENT
HE SAYS NOTHING, BUT SQUATS BEFORE ME AND BEGINS TO TEASE AND
FONDLE MY HEAVING BREASTS. HE SOON HAS THEM EXCITED TO
EXQUISITE SENSITIVITY ONCE MORE AND HIS EXPERT FINGERS
MANIPULATE MY BURNING NIPPLES TO BURSTING HARDNESS. THEN HE
BEGINS TO WHISPER TO ME HOW LOVELY AND DESIRABLE I AM IN MY
BONDAGE. I WRITHE PASSIONATELY IN RESPONSE AND HUM LOUDLY
THROUGH MY NOSTRILS AS MY DESIRES MOUNT EVEN HIGHER.
BUT 'THEN' HE SAYS THAT I MUST CLIMB UP ONTO OUR BED BY
MYSELF IF I WANT HIM TO MAKE LOVE TO ME! THIS IS ALMOST THE
ULTIMATE IN CRUELTY, BUT I AM SO WORKED UP BY NOW THAT I AM
FRANTIC TO OBEY HIM. ALMOST SOBBING WITH EAGERNESS, I
CRAWL EAGERLY OVER TO THE BED. CLOSE TO IT, I SIT BACK ON MY
HAUNCHES AND REST MY ELBOWS ON THE TOP OF THE BED. THEN I
RAISE MYSELF TO MY KNEES, SHOVE MY TORSO FARTHER ONTO THE
BED, AND TRY DESPERATELY TO GET ONE KNEE UP.
THE TASK IS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE.... I SLIP OFF AND FALL SEVERAL
TIMES, MOANING CONTINUALLY THROUGH MY GAG... BUT AT LAST I
MANAGE TO GET MY UPPER BODY FAR ENOUGH ONTO THE BED SO I CAN
AT LAST SWING ONE THIGH UP OVER THE EDGE AND THEN THE OTHER.
PANTING WITH ANTICIPATION, I LIE FACE-DOWN FOR A MOMENT.
HASTILY, MY HUSBAND STRIPS AND THEN HELPS ME ROLL OVER ONTO
MY BACK IN THE CENTER OF THE BED. BUT THEN I GROAN PITEOUSLY
IN FRUSTRATION AS I SEE THAT HE HAS YET MORE STRAPS FOR ME.
MY PLEADING MOANS HAVE NO EFFECT AS HE FASTENS MY ELBOWS
TOGETHER IN FRONT OF ME AND PULLS THEM UP SO MY HEAD IS
CLAMPED BETWEEN MY UPPER ARMS. A STRAP TO THE HEAD OF THE
BED HOLDS THEM THERE, AND MORE STRAPS FROM MY KNEES PULL MY
THIGHS WIDE APART.
PLEADING MOANS
PERHAPS HE WILL TAKE ME LIKE THIS. I AM ARCHING AND BUCKING
UNDER THE LASH OF PHYSICAL DESIRE, CERTAIN THAT HE WILL
SATISFY MY COMMANDING NEEDS IN A MOMENT. BUT AFTER HE
UNFASTENS MY BODY STRAP I AM HORRIFIED TO DISCOVER THAT HE
HAS NO INTENTION OF PENETRATING ME RIGHT AWAY.
INSTEAD, I GIVE A NASAL SHRIEK OF DESPAIR AS HE DANGLES A
TUBE OF ITCHING OINTMENT TEASINGLY ABOVE MY FACE. I STRAIN
HELPLESSLY AGAINST MY BONDS AS HE SLOWLY SMEARS THE TERRIBLE
SALVE OVER MY THROBBING BREASTS AND BETWEEN MY WIDESPREAD
THIGHS. THEN I SEEM TO GO OUT OF MY MIND... THE HIDEOUS
BURNING ITCH OF THE SALVE SETS MY BOSOMS AFIRE AND TURNS MY
PUSSY INTO A SPASMING NEST OF PASSION-FLAMES. I ARCH MY BODY
DESPERATELY UNDER THE MADDENING STIMULUS AND HEAR MY MOANS
BECOME A CONTINUOUS, HIGH-PITCHED HUM.
HE CHUCKLES HUNGRILY AT MY DISTRESS AND THEN SETS TO WORK
WITH HIS MOUTH AND FINGERS TO INCREASE MY EXCRUCIATING AGONY
STILL MORE. HIS TONGUE TANTALIZES MY RIGID NIPPLES WHILE HIS
DEVILISH FINGERS THRUST AND TICKLE AT MY PASSION-MOUND UNTIL
I FEEL MY CUNT WRITHING WITH A DEMANDING LIFE OF ITS OWN. MY
HIPS THRUST FIERCELY AGAINST HIS ELUSIVE TOUCH, WHILE MY
THIGHS QUIVER WITH NEED.
MADDENING STIMULUS
AFTER THE FIRES WITHIN ME ARE WHITE-HOT AND EVERY PART OF MY
BONDAGED BODY SEEMS MERELY AN EXTENSION OF MY TWITCHING LOVE-
TUNNEL, HE MOUNTS ME AT LAST. AS SOON AS I FEEL THAT
MARVELOUS ENGINE OF FLESH RAM INTO ME, I STIFFEN UTTERLY. A
GOLDEN WHIRLING, THUDDING, GASPING CLIMAX ENGULFS ME
IMMEDIATELY AND I KNOW IT WILL LAST FOREVER.
I AM BRUTALLY INVADED, SAVAGELY BATTERED, AND EVERY SECOND OF
MY ENDLESS TRIUMPH IS PRECIOUS BEYOND MEASURE. MY HUSBAND
WRINGS EVERY DROP OF PLEASURE FROM MY SHUDDERING BODY AND I
GIVE IT WILLINGLY, ROLLING MY HIPS TO SQUEEZE STILL MORE JOY
INTO OUR COUPLING AND SEEKING GREEDILY FOR EVEN MORE. IMAGES
OF MY OWN HELPLESSNESS AND HUMILIATION FLICKER THROUGH MY
MIND TO ENHANCE MY PLEASURE WHILE HE HAMMERS MORE RAPIDLY AT
MY LOINS.
AT LAST, HIS "AAHHH..." OF PLEASURE SIGNALS THAT HE HAS
JOINED ME IN THE HIGH STRATOSPHERE OF TOTAL CLIMAX AND
TOGETHER WE SHUDDER IN THE ULTIMATE ECSTASY.
AFTER WHAT SEEMS AN ETERNITY IN THIS THROBBING, THUNDERING
HEAVEN, MARK SLOWLY WITHDRAWS. MY BODY GRADUALLY RELAXES,
EVEN THOUGH THE DEAR ITCHING IN MY LOINS AND BREASTS REMINDS
ME THAT MY PASSIONS WILL REQUIRE FURTHER QUENCHING BEFORE THE
NIGHT IS OVER. I STRETCH, TENSING MY MUSCLES AGAINST THE
COMMANDING EMBRACE OF MY WONDERFUL SHEATHS, AND MOAN MY
CONTENTMENT WITH THIS STRINGENT BONDAGE.
I OPEN MY EYES AND LOOK AT MY HUSBAND AS HE DRESSES.
DOMINANCE SHINES IN HIS EYES. I GIVE A WRIGGLE OF SILENT
APPRECIATION AS I NOTE THE STERN EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE.
ALREADY, HE IS PLANNING SOMETHING NEW FOR ME.
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