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Story of Z part 2
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: The Story of Z [2]
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The personal diary of 'Z' continues......
After two weeks of living with my new mistress I was becoming
accustomed to her ways. Yesterday though was different than most.
It was a day of shopping for mistress Anne and I felt that she would
need a good foot rub when she returned. As she sat on the sofa I removed her
high-heels and began a thorough foot massage. I love giving foot massages to
mistress Anne because her foot odor turns me on - today was no exception. It
has now been two weeks since I was able to have any sexual release and I
believe that if I can service my mistress in a faultless manner whe would
thereby capitulate and allow me to relieve myself. I massaged and kissed and
rubbed my nose all over the soles of her feet. She was groaning with relief. In
the meantime my hands were aching. I courteously explained that my hands ached
and could not continue. I was told to lick the sweat off of the soles of her
feet and then to continue. If I did not, punishment would be meted out. My
peanus was pulsating and I had to do whatever I was told. I ran my tongue from
the heel of her left foot to the toes. The salty taste of her sweaty feet was
driving me wild. I enjoyed her left foot then proceeded to her right foot. I
licked in between her toes under her toes the sides and everywhere the salty
sweat of her feet mixed with the sweet taste of whatever else she had stepped
on. I wanted to lick her body from head to foot. I knew that could never be
possible since mistress Anne has told me I may only lick those parts from which
she derives pleasure.
My pleasure was enormous and mistress Anne decided to torment me for
enjoying her body. I was led to the punishment room where I was shackled to a
suspension bar and hoisted to my tip-toes. My ankles were then shackled to
hooks stationed in the floor. A thin cord was tied around my throbbing
elongated peanus and my peanus was raised by tying the cord around my neck.
One smack against my testicles brought me out of my ecstasy and I knew she
meant business. A rod was then placed between my legs and connected to each
knee so that I could not contract my legs and avoid the smacks to my testicles
that would follow. The smacks came in random order with breaks in between so
that I could regain my composure. When the agony was so great that I could no
longer keep myself up a leather brace was placed around my sagging peanus.
Mistress Anne tightened the brace so that it would constrict my already
downsized peanus. She said "This device will inhibit your desire for an
erection. You may now concentrate on pleasing me instead of yourself". She also
added "you will no longer be able to even urinate without discomfort but since
I am merciful you may beg that I take this guard off your peanus once a day".
She then locked it on and placed the key where I could not find it.
Later gotta go
Ziggy
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