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Silver Tray 1 [m/f ds bd cons]
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This story contains consensual bondage, discipline and sex. It is a fantasy
and should be enjoyed a such. If you do not approve of this sort of thing,
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THE SILVER TRAY
I couldn't help notice as I seated myself on the plane that the woman seated
next to me was quite attractive, striking in fact, even dressed as she was in
a pair of jeans and a sweater. We had been on the plane for about an hour
when she seemed to notice the article that I was reading, a piece in
Newsweek about on-line computer services. I noted that she was looking over
my shoulder a bit as I plowed through the pages. It wasn't til a bit later,
as we were looking in disdain at the food that we had been served, that she
spoke up.
"I noticed that you were reading about computer services. do you know much
about that sort of thing?"
"Actually I do spend some amount of time online. Do you?"
"Well, I have ...a friend that joined one of those services and we've played
around a bit. Pretty interesting."
"I enjoy it. I communicate with people from all around the country and take
advantages of lots of the other services"
"I've heard that things can get kinda..racy sometimes?"
"Mmm, yea it can"
"Have you ever had....what do they call it...."cybersex" or "virtual sex"?
"Mmmmm, I guess you could say so," I candidly replied.
The conversation continued through lunch, exploring computer meetings,
online services, but she continued to steer the conversation toward sex. I
learned that her name was Julie and that she was headed home after a business
trip to San Francisco. The flight attendant finally picked up our trays, and
we continued our discussion.
"Have you ever gotten into any of the B & D conversations on the computer,"
Julie asked, catching me quite off guard?
With peaked interest I answered that in fact I had. Instead of continuing
that line of questions, she simply gave me a knowing smile and simply said,
"Interesting".
I thought that the conversation was going to get, real interesting, but it
turned to more mundane subjects as we continued through the clouds. It was
during the final descent that Julie turned to me and asked if I had dinner
plans that night. As I was looking at a boring night in my hotel room, I was
more than interested in a chance of dinner with an beautiful woman.
"I have no plans, at all. I'd love to have dinner with you."
I told her where I would be staying and Julie agreed to pick me up at seven
o'clock in front of the hotel. I had been standing in front of the hotel for
about two minutes when I heard a beep and turned to see Julie sitting in a
late model sports car. She was even more alluring now than earlier, on the
plane. Dressed for the warm evening, she wore a short tight red skirt and
sheer white blouse, and a pearl choker, quite a change from her earlier
wardrobe. As I climbed into the car I noticed her well shaped, slender
thighs, sans stockings. She had selected a small restaurant which had been
built in an old house. Each room had only two or three tables had a warm
intimate feeling. We were soon seated at a small table lit by a single
candle. In the dim candlelight, the lean curves of her face and lean angles
of her shoulders were accentuated and I grew even more interested in this
mystery woman. As romantic an evening as Julie seemed to have planned, our
conversation held a pretty businesslike tone, politics, travel, sports. Not
what the environment might have suggested , but who knew what Julie's
intentions might have been. As dinner was slowly coming to an end and we
were finishing up our last sips of wine, Julie dropped an unexpected line.
"So, you frequent these B & D rooms online, do you ? "
"Yea, I've been known to hang out there at times."
As before, she completed the exchange with a simple, "Interesting."
She quickly turned the conversation to questions about my trip and what my
business here would entail. I really couldn't figure out how to read the
mixed signals that I had been receiving from Julie, but I decided not to
worry about it and just enjoy the evening. It was about ten by the time we
left the restaurant.
"I live quite close to here," She volunteered, "would you like to stop by
for a drink?"
Well, what man could resist an offer like that?
"Sure, I'd love to," I answered, still not raising my expectations.
Five minutes later we pulled into Julie's driveway. The house was a
traditional midwestern style, probably built in the twenties...two levels,
probably with a full basement and attic.
"C'mon in. Make yourself comfortable."
"Thanks, Julie. It's a real treat to be in a real house and away from the
hotel. I get so tired of hotels."
"I'm gonna open a bottle of wine, would you like red or white?"
"Red would be great, Julie, thanks."
"Ahh, a man after my own heart!"
Julie disappeared into the back of the house and returned a couple minutes
later with a bottle of cabernet, a corkscrew, and two glasses. As Julie
poured, I decided to turn the corner and initiate a new line of questions.
"So, why are you interested in my B & D exploits on the computer service?"
"Oh, just kinda interested. My friend told me about that stuff. She's
always talking about it."
"Your friend told you?"
"Yes, my friend, who has the computer."
During this short exchange, Julie's answers were anything but believable,
and I doubted the existance of a "friend" with the computer. It was clear
that Julie would reveal her hand only when she was ready. We made a quick
toast for good luck and sipped the wine. She had just topped off the wine in
my glass, when Julie excused herself and went to the back of the house.
It had about five minutes, and I was looking at a magazine when I saw Julie
returning, holding a silver tray in her hands. Initially I didn't quite
realize what was on the tray, but as Julie walked closer and stood in front
of me the contents of the tray became quite obvious. Julie, now barefooted,
was presenting me with a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, a
set of small locks, and a couple length of silver chain.
"I thought you might make use of these,...Sir," said Julie as she bowed her
head.
The day's conversations and questions about B & D suddenly all made sense.
Although somewhat shocked, it took me little time to consider the situation
and what I would do. I took the smaller pair of cuffs from the tray and then
asked Julie to place the tray on the table.
"Give me your wrist"
Julie reached her right hand out to me and I soon had placed the softly
lined leather cuff on her wrist.
"The other."
Her left hand came forward and was in like manner bound within the cuff.
Taking another cuff from the tray I then asked Julie to place her right
ankle up on the chair, between my legs, so that I could place a cuff on it.
Obediently she complied. I secured the buckle on her slender ankle and
requested that she place her other foot within my reach. Hardly three
minutes had elapsed since she had arrived with the tray, and Julie's limbs
now wore the cuffs that she had offered.
"Julie, stand in the center of the room and place your hands behind your
head," I gently commanded.
Julie took a few steps backward and did as I requested. I rose slowly from
the chair and approached my new slave. Clearly I had noticed her beauty
earlier, but the opportunity of taking her as my slave was rapidly running
away with my imagination. I walked around her, closely surveying her body,
then looking deeply into her gray blue eyes. A soft touch to the soft curls
of her brown hair, a gentle stroke of her neck, a tender caress down her
back, each evoking a short sigh from Julie. My hand dropped to her rear and
cupped her ass, feeling her firm body. Julie pushed herself into my hand,
affirming her approval of my method, and prompting me to explore more of her
body. I reached for one of the locks laid out on the tray, and moving her
arms behind her, locked them in place. I unbuttoned the top buttons of her
blouse revealing only a lacy silk camisole covering Julie's breasts, I boldly
reached my hand inside her clothing and placed my hand over her modest
breasts. Julie took a deep sigh and closed her eyes as I softly cupped her
firm breast in my hand. My fingers searched, through the soft silk of the
camisole, for her nipple, and soon finding it, pinched it deftly, til it
became erect. Julie, her eyes still closed and breathed deeply, as my
fingers assaulted her other nipple.
With some restraint, I unfastened the remaining buttons of her blouse and
slid it off her shoulders, revealing the sculpted form of her shoulders, the
pearl choker she still wore setting off her features. My hands again gently
caressed her breasts through the silk, and finally pulled the delicate
straps of the camisole from her shoulders and slid the scant garment to her
waist. Man hands finally caressed the soft skin of her bare breasts, her
shoulders and then stroking the velvet skin of her back. The scent of her
perfume coupled with the sight of her beautiful body were awakening a very
nice sensation between my legs. I reached for the button holding Julie's
skirt, unfastened it, slid down the zipper and a moment later her skirt
dropped to the floor. Julie, without prompting stepped out of the skirt, the
entire time her empassioned breathing keeping me apprised of her arousal.
"Sir, you might like to take me to the basement, I think you'll find many
interesting "implements" there," suggested Julie in a quite tone.
Quickly grasping the meaning of "implements" I decided to do as my little
slave had suggested. I unfastened the lock securing her wrists for just long
enough to slide Julie's blouse from her arms, taking the opportunity to place
a soft path kisses up her back. I led her thru the kitchen to the door which
led downstairs to the basement, and down the dark staircase. Julie pointed
out another doorway thru which I led her. I switched on the lighting to
reveal a well outfitted playroom, or dungeon, one might say. The space was
lit with several tiny spotlights each seeming to highlight some piece of
apparatus. There were a couple of pulleys for overhead suspension, a huge
wheel with several places to affix a rope, a pair of parallel wooden poles
rising from the floor which was fitted with a number of rings, a set of
stocks, a padded sawhorse with rings to which someone could be tied, a
beautiful wooden bondage table, a rack with several whips, many more cuffs,
rope, and seemingly everything one could imagine with which to secure a
slave. All this, and Julie inviting me to use any part of it on her.
Julie now stood, clad only in her panties, her camisole hanging at her
waist, in the glow of one of the spotlights Her ivory skin seemed to glow
with a light of it's own as she stood nearly bare on the soft carpet.
"Sir, please, please don't use the cat to whip me," pleaded my slave with a
knowing look in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
It seemed clear that this was her way of suggesting that she would like to
be whipped. I may have been the dominant, but it seemed that my sub wished
to have some part in directing her fate. I again released the lock holding
her wrists and walked her to the space between the parallel poles. I linked
her wrists to rings, one to each pole, spread above her head. I couldn't
resist the opportunity to take her nipples in my lips and bring them to the
erect state they had been in earlier. With Julie immobilized, I went to the
rack to select the whip that Julie had suggested. It was large, made of
heavy black leather and had probably ten or twelve strands.
Julie winked as she again pleaded, "Please, please don't whip me with the
cat, sir."
I returned briefly to the cabinet and selected a ball gag which I placed in
my subject's mouth and buckled in place. Now, standing behind her, I began
her lashing, with a light but stinging stroke to her back. Julie pulled at
her bonds with every stroke and groaned with pleasure with each stroke of the
leather thongs. After a few lashes I walked around in front of Julie, making
it clear that her breasts were next. She moaned and nodded here head in
agreement as the first stroke met her body. I applied several more lashes to
her lean torso before ceasing. It was time for Julie to be stripped of her
remaining clothing. I ran my hand up her thigh and placed it on her firm
ass, teasing my subject, building the anticipation. Stepping behind her I
now slid my fingers under her panties and down over her soft pubic hair,
delicately pressing against her cunt. Then, quickly, in one motion I slid
the discarded camisole and her panties over her hips, letting them drop to
the floor at her feet. I kicked dainty bits of clothing aside and set about
securing Julie's ankles to the base of the poles. The cuffs were soon linked
to the rings on the pole, spreading her legs wide apart, exposing every part
of her to me.
I began to trace the soft curves of Julie's body with my fingers, from her
hips, across her supple belly to her breasts, and on to her sculpted
shoulders. Again and again I traveled this soft trail as she became more and
more sensitized to my touch, nearly imperceptible moans from behind the gag
divulging her feelings. Clearly Julie was enjoying herself too much.
Without warning my palm met the tender skin of Julie's firm ass, evoking
quite a reaction from my subject. The spanking was alternated with soft
rubbing of Julie's ass, my fingers exploring between her legs as I rubbed. I
continued the spanking in this manner til Julie's rear was a lovely shade of
pink, and her cunt was begging for attention, but I resisted the temptation
to slide my fingers futher into her moist slit.
Finally I ceased my attack on Julie's rear, removed the ball gag, and walked
around in front of her.
"How are you, little Slave?"
"Oh, sir, thank god you didn't decide to torture my nipples!"
"Your nipples, what a nice idea," I said, knowing that Julie was simply
dropping a hint.
I walked to the cabinet and selected two simple clothespins and then
returned to Julie. I gently teased her nipples til the again stiffened, just
hard enough to affix the clothespins.
"No, no Sir, not clothespins!"
Julie clinched her teeth as, one at a time I slid the wooden clamps onto to
her delicate tits. Her arms again strained against the cuffs that held her.
I flicked the clothespins with my fingers, before moving to her thighs. I
began to stroke up her thighs to her pussy, again and again, diverting her
attention from her nipples to her pussy. Then a quick flick to the
clothespins then back to her thighs. Julie was soon in sensory overload.
Finally I decided to give her a bit of relief and gently, so gently, I
removed the first clothespin. She again clenched her teeth as the blood
again began to circulate. I took her aching tit in my lips and tenderly
soothed it with my tongue. A minute later I removed and soothed the other,
much to Julie's pleasure.
I released her right wrist from the ring which had held it, and check her
other hand to see that she had not lost circulation. I slid my hand down
between her legs and softly touched her mound.
"Julie...masturbate for me"
Her eyes grew wide, then she slowly moved her free had down and placed it
between her legs, the whole time her eyes glued to mine. Slowly she began to
finger her now wet slit, probing for her clit. Rhythmically, she began to
rub herself. Deeper now, her finger worked, engaging her tender clit.
"Spank me, sir. spank me."
I walked around behind Julie and soon my palm met her firm ass with a
resounding smack. Again and again I smacked her silky skin as she feverishly
massaged her clit. Her teeth clenched, eyes closed and her limbs straining
against the cuffs that held her, Julie approached orgasm. "My tits, suck my
tits, pinch 'em, please," begged Julie!
Not wanting to disappoint my sub , I moved around to the front and egerly
took her nipple in my lips as my fingers massaged her other nipple and
pinched it intensely as her fingers continued at in intense pace.
"Oh yes, yes," Breathed Julie.
Satisfying her nipples, I switched and took the other in my lips and
caressed it with my tongue til I could feel it come erect.
Abandoning her nipples and now leaning close to Julie, I began to nibble on
her ear. As I tenderly bit her earlobe, she nearly lost her breath. This
may have been the single most stimulating thing that I had done so far. Her
delicate scent went straight to my head as I softly caressed her with my
beard. I had found a most sensitive area and continued my assault around her
delicate neck and ear as her fingers continued on their mission. Finally,
her body covered in perspiration, muscles in spasms of pleasure, straining
against the bonds that held her, Julie reached the orgasm for which she had
labored so.
The moans of pleasure having subsided, I released the limp girl from the
rigging that had held her. With a short bit of chain, using the cuffs that
she wore, I secured her wrists behind her back and connected them to her
ankles. My slave, now spent and still bound, knelt on the floor before me.
I walked across the room and moved a well finished sawhorse to where Julie
knelt. The crossmember was well padded, and the legs had several rings to
which a slave might be secured. I selected a slender leather paddle from the
cabinet and returned to Julie. Her eyes widened as she saw the scenario that
was being prepared.
"Ah...sir...?"
"Quiet!"
I released the chain that held Julie in the kneeling position and helped her
to her feet. Moments later I leaned her over the horse placing her face down
on the padded top. The cuffs on the ankles and wrists were soon attached to
the rings on the legs of the horse, Julie's ass quite accessible to the
paddle.
"Sir...can we talk about this?"
I stood in front of Julie and tenderly stroked her soft curls.
"No," I softly replied
"But."
"No!"
I raised my arm and with a flick of the wrist the paddle met Julie's already
tender skin with a smack. I softly stroked her ass and slid my finger close
to her slit. As she moved to meet my hand she met only another smack from
the paddle. Again and again it teased her rear only to shock her with
another swat of the paddle. Her ass was soon a lovely color of pink and ooo
so tender and her already wet pussy was pleading for attention. Leaving
Julie alone for a minute I went upstairs to the kitchen, returning with a
couple cubes of ice. I almost expected to see steam coming from her ass as,
my subject strained at the cuffs, as I applied the cool ice to her hot rear.
"Maybe we should cool that hot cunt with this ice cube?"
"Ah.....Sir......I don't think so.....please...."
Although I really wouldn't have done such a thing (or would I ) I continued
to discuss the subject with Julie, keeping the idea fresh in her mind. Just
the thought already had her squirming. I then gently began to tease her
nipples with the ice cube, alternating the cold ice with tender caresses.
"Sir, I can think of something that I'd much rather have to soothe my
pussy."
I had to admit that the past couple hours or so with Julie had me thinking
about a rather nice way of soothing her, not to mention myself, but I kept to
the task at hand. I began to subtly slide my finger around her damp slit
evoking spasms of pleasure from her hips. More and more I stroked her her
clit, ceaselessly massaging her most private areas. Julie could barely stay
on her feet.
"Hmmmm. I'm bored with this. I'll be right back....I need to refill my
wine glass."
I walked away from my well restrained subject and went upstairs in search of
a glass of wine.
"Sir! Heh Heh Heh....Sir. Ah....don't forget what you were doing...Sir,"
came the response from Julie as I departed! "Sir!" "Oh. Sir!"
Being quite aware of the state in which I had left her, I soon returned to
Julie. After a sweet kiss on her quite exposed ass I released her from the
horse and secured her wrists to which hung from two cables. and tightened
them, pulling her arms above her head. Once in place, I began to softly
tracing the curves of her breasts with my finger, moving subtly down her
torso to her hips, then tracing the soft line between her hips and her legs
and a quick bursh of her soft pubic hair. My lips engaged her nipples and my
tongue soon had then erect. Numerous paths were traced over Julie's most
sensitive areas, beginning with on her arms or legs, but moving deliberately
to her pubic triangle, teasing, stroking, keeping her wondering. Standing
behind her, I seductively stroked the gentle curves of her back as I nibbled
at her earlobes. My resistance having shrunken, I finally pressed my lips to
hers. Julie's anxious tongue darted inside my lips, meeting mine in a
passionate embrace. My hands cupping her ass, we continued to kiss
feverishly.
"Now, Julie...If I were to release you, you wouldn't try to 'take advantage
of me' now would you. I wouldn't want you to be trying to seduce me or
anything like that."
"Oh, sir, clearly I wouldn't even think of that!" whispered Julie, giving me
an angelic but knowing look.
My fingers had barely finished releasing Julie's wrists from the metal links
that had restrained them than her fingers were at the buttons of my shirt.
In moments she was removing my shirt, her breasts soon pressed against my
bare skin, her arms wrapped around me. We were soon on the floor
passionately fondling each other. Julie's hands moved to my waist and soon
my belt was loosened and her hands were inside my pants, searching for my
cock. I moaned in pleasure as her hands deftly found my member, stroking it
to attention. Suddenly breaking away, Julie rose to her knees and quickly
went to work removing the remainder of my clothes, soon allowing us our first
nude embrace. As our bodies intertwined, her skin against mine brought me
to another level of arousal.
Her caresses began gliding down toward my waist and soon her lips were
teasing my thighs as her fingers tickled my cock. I thought I would dissolve
with pleasure as she finally took me inside her lips and her tongue traced
soft patterns on the tip of my eager member. I was ready to plead for mercy
as Julie's slender body moved upwards. Soon her lips were again pressed to
mine as she covered me with her tender body. I could feel the soft fur of
her cunt against my penis as we pressed our bodies together. As if with one
mind, we moved apart for only long enough for me to guide my cock into
Julie's waiting slit. As I slid deep inside her we held each other in an
intense embrace. I could feel the gentle spasms of her vagina as my hips
began to to move my cock within her. Our bodies, soon moving in unison,
pressing passionately together, worked toward a common goal. Finally, even
thoughts of baseball statistics could no longer hold me from exploding, in
pleasure, within her body. With my hands clutching her firm ass, Julie's
hips worked for a few more moments and with a deep moan her body gave her the
orgasm that she sought. Ultimately we fell limp on the floor, our limbs
intertwined, my lips against hers.
"Sir, there are more comfortable places in the house," volunteered Julie as
she rose, taking me by the hand.
The next morning I was suffering a bit from the lack of sleep, but somehow
managed to get to my meeting. Thoughts of the previous evening filled my
head. The good news, was that I had been invited back that evening. what
next?
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