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Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge 7
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Subject: Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part VII)
Date: Thu, 18 May 1995 17:57:36 UTC
"Marie", I said, "this guy is boring the hell out of me. I mean, all he ever
does is lie here and beg like a dog. Why don't we go out and find ourselves a
real man?"
"You're right, Heather. Let's go find a really cute guy, bring him back here
and fuck him all night long while poor little Bobby here watches!"
"Sounds delicious! Shall we gag him and tie him in the closet now?"
Bob looked frantically around for a closet.
"Maybe. Let's let him watch us get dressed, though. I want him to drool
when he sees how our tight asses and sexy legs look in our short little party
dresses and heels."
"Ooh yes", I agreed. "And our smooth arms and shoulders and backs, bare and
beautiful? And our cleavage, tantalizing and inviting in our low-cut outfits?
Definitely."
"Oh please, I can't take any more of this", implored Bob.
"Good", said Marie. "That's the whole idea."
"Yes, Bobby", I teased, as I tickled his legs with the feather duster, "when we
walk out this door, we'll look just like we do on stage... the kind of look that
drove you so crazy for me in the first place. But, we'll be picking up another
boy... not you Bobby. You'll be locked in that closet over there. You won't be
able to say a thing, but you will be able to watch Marie and I make another man
feel pleasures that you will never feel... while you turn yourself inside out
with jealousy."
He stared at me like a wounded puppy.
"Of course, we'll please our guest for many hours", I continued, "so that we
can be sure to make you burn with envy for a good long time. We'll make him
cum until he can't cum any more. We'll treat him like a king. We'll probably
make love to him until dawn."
With a terrified expression, Bob was staring at the closet next to the bed, as
if it was a hungry monster that just walked into the room.
"That's right, Bobby", said Marie. "You'll be able to see out those horizontal
slats, but no one will be able to see in because the light will be off in there.
And you'll be tied and gagged so securely that it will be utterly impossible for
you to make a noise. Isn't that right, Heather?"
"That's right, Marie", I said, tickling Bob's arms now and looking into his
panicked eyes. "Welcome to hell, Bob!"
Marie wrapped her fingers around Bob's sack and gave it a long, slow
squeeze. "How's it feel now, Bob?"
"Oh no... not that... n-no no... NO!!!", he begged, as the pressure increased.
"Fuck you, Bob", she said, with one final, crushing squeeze. The scream that
followed nearly deafened Marie and me. We decided it was time to gag the
bastard.
To be civil, we let Bob drink as much water as he needed from a straw. When he
was done, I untied one of his hands and handcuffed it to the hand that was still
bound to the bed. I did the same with his feet, except that I used a leather
strap to keep them bound together. After freeing him from the bed, Marie and I
assisted our victim over to the bathroom where we supervised his activities...
making sure he had no chance to masturbate.
When all the unpleasantries were done, we took Bob out into the main room. I
took a handkerchief and rubbed it between my breasts and under my arms... all
the while staring directly into Bob's eyes. After rubbing the handkerchief
between my legs so that it got good and wet, I balled it up and tried to stick
it in Bob's mouth. He closed it tightly, and it was impossible for me to get
it in.
"Come on, Bob", enticed Marie, as she ran her fingers over Bob's body. "Open up
for us." He wouldn't.
"Come on, baby", she whispered as she gently carressed his cock. "Do it for
me." He was breathing heavily through his nose, but his teeth were clenched.
Marie was growing impatient. Again, she took his balls into her hand. "Open up
and say 'Aaaah'", she commanded as she gave another hard squeeze.
Bob's knees buckled and he screamed, "AAAAAAAAHHH!!!", which gave me just enough
time to cram the handkerchief into his mouth.
"That's a good boy", patronized Marie, as she patted Bob on the head.
I walked over to my bag of tricks and pulled out a leather gag, which I brought
over and secured tightly over Bob's mouth. In order to test the gag, I began
tickling him. His eyes bulged and he struggled to get free, but Marie held him
in place. When Bob fell to the floor, overwhelmed, Marie joined in and we
inflicted the most vicious tickle torture on him. He couldn't emit a peep, as
tears streamed down his face and he flopped around like a fish out of water.
"I think this gag will work", said Marie, satisfied. "Let's tie him up in the
closet."
We left Bob on the floor and took some time to rig the back of the closet with
thick leather wrist and ankle restraints. When we were done, it looked like a
compartment in a medieval dungeon. In no time at all, we had Bob tied to the
inside of the closet, completely motionless. His hands were clamped to the
wall at his sides and his legs were clamped tightly too. Marie and I spent a
few minutes running our fingers over his body and taunting him, then we began
to get ready to go out.
We left the closet door open so that we could watch Bob watch us get dressed.
After showering, I selected a skimpy two-piece outfit, consisting of a short,
swingy, lime-green miniskirt and a white off-the-shoulder blouse that left my
belly and lower back exposed. I put on a pair of white pumps and a pearl
necklace and earrings. I didn't wear any stockings... and I wasn't wearing
panties. The light colors brought out my dark tan lusciously. As the
finishing touch, I put on a gold anklet.
Marie followed my panty-free lead, and chose a super-short black minidress to
show off her slender, sexy legs. The dress had spaghetti straps and revealed
lots of tempting cleavage and her smooth back. Marie chose to wear black,
crotchless stockings with lines running up the backs and she wore a pair of very
high-heeled, black "fuck me" pumps.
We posed in front of Bob as he looked back at us - mute and burning with
helpless desire. I walked into the closet and pressed myself against him.
As the hem of my skirt draped over his hard-on, I grabbed his hands which were
isolated down by his sides and I stretched up and kissed his sweating forehead.
I rubbed my soft blouse against his chest... I'm sure he could feel my bare,
erect nipples through the fabric.
"This is my week, Bob", I quietly said. "And everything I'm going to do this
week I am going to do with the intent of punishing you. So don't worry. It's
going to get worse. You'd better save your energy... and your tears. Because
I'm going to slowly wring every last drop out of you. And Marie and I are going
to enjoy every excruciating minute of your agony."
With that, I backed away and Marie slowly closed the door as Bob stared crazily
into my eyes. When the bolt clicked, I locked the door and Marie grabbed the
keys to Bob's Porsche. It was time to go cruising!
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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