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A Short Fantasy
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From alt.sex.bondage Mon Apr 20 09:56:56 1992
Subject: Short Fantasy
Lines: 37
There was a roar in his ears that slowly faded to a soft ringing
and his vision quickly went from black to gray, where it stayed at a
soft haze. The room whirled around him and he tried to put a hand to
his face. Nothing happened. His arms and legs were numb and, when some
feeling crept in over the next few seconds, he remembered that he was
tied spread eagle to the bed. He tried to clear his throat and
discovered a leather gag in his mouth. Someone was standing over him
at the side of the bed. Was it someone he knew? It was a woman, but
beyond that there was no recognition. She said something, but the words
were just a jumble of sound.
The whirling stopped and more of his senses slowly came back to him.
He was naked on his back and the woman at the bedside had a hand on his
penis. She was slowly stroking and waves of pleasure washed over him.
It seemed that he'd been being stroked and massaged for a long time. At
one point the woman had his penis in her mouth. Was it minutes ago or
hours? He raised his head and weakly tested the ropes holding him. The
woman released his penis and bent over to get something from the floor.
All at once, memory clicked into place and hit him like a fist.
He heaved against the ropes and the helplessness brought tears to his
eyes. In one smooth motion the woman stood and slipped a clear plastic
bag over his head, tying it around his neck. The inside was moist and
fogged over. He tried to talk, to plead, against the leather gag. The
woman shushed him soothingly, rubbed his heaving chest, and watched him
pass out again.
shakealeg
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