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The visit 2
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: The Visit - Part 2
Date: 18 Feb 92 22:21:07 GMT
This was written for my email slave, after we had been corresponding
for a number of months. She has enjoyed it, and now we hope that you
will too. Part 1 was posted a week or so ago, and although I have received
no comments on it at all, I thought I should post part 2 anyway. I would
appreciate hearing whether people enjoy this story, and whether I should
continue to post the remaining parts (we are presently up to part 8).
y.M.P - the Royal
[the background is]
you have come to visit with us in our house, and have been here for two
quiet days while you rested from your long direct flights. you know you
are here for your whole two week vacation, and you know that you will
be required to serve me in my home, and to carry out whatever acts are
directed. you know that while my wife is not entirely without misgivings,
she has decided to try out a slave for this first time, to see how everything
will work out. She has however, accepted that the first major scene will be
played out while she is _not_ present, and so has gone to visit her sister
for two days, leaving us alone overnight.
you have now been required to swallow my first load of come, and had your
womb swamped by the second, and I am lieing on top of you on the table,
as the sweat slowly cools on our bodies, and our breathing slowly returns to
normal.
[the continuation starts]
I unwrap my fingers from the soft flesh of your tits, and climb off your body,
leaving you gasping on the table. I undo the cords that have held you down,
but do not yet order you to move, so you stay where you are, awaiting my
next command. As I stand beside you, slowly running my fingers through
the mingled sweat that still lies on your skin, you shiver with the sudden
coolness, and I cover you with your blouse as I leave the room. you
are left wondering what comes next.
you can hear the shower and the heater running, as you wait the return
of your Master.
A few minutes later I return, and tell you to get up and put on your blouse.
you are instructed to wipe clean the table, and then to go and shower quickly,
to get warm again and remove the sweat. you are _not_ to clean out the
inside of your pussy, as I want it to stay juicy for our next activity. you
are
to wash off the outside, and you may put on panties after your shower. you
enjoy your quick shower, and run a brush through your hair. you anoint your
tits, ears, elbows and thighs with your perfume, put on a long satiny caftan
over
your silken panties, slip into your wedge slippers, and return to the family
room.
you find me lieing on the double bed which has been unfolded from the
couch. Beside me are a black leather collar, four black leather cuffs, and
two black leather breast bands. Knowing what you want, you kneel and ask
whether you are to be allowed to wear my restraints during your visit. I tell
you that they are yours to be worn with pride and dignity. you ask that I
place them on you, but again I say no, that you are required to install the
tools of your bondage yourself, so that you will _know_ that it is _your_ wish
that brings you to me. I explain that only when I am completely satisfied
will I place anything upon you, and when I do that you will retain that item
only until you remove it, for whatever reason. Thus you know that when
I do decide to place something on your body, it could remain forever, or you
will lose it. (Of course, since I install that item I can remove and replace
it anytime, but if _you_ remove it, it will be gone. This will likely leave
you
with difficult decisions to make in future).
you place on your cuffs first, with your head bowed. you kiss each gift
from me before placing it in its place upon your ankles, wrists, and breasts.
Then you reach for the collar, and slowly undo the buckle. After kissing
the collar, you raise your head and look directly into my eyes as you bring
it to your throat, wrap it around your neck, and silently do up the buckle.
you then close the latch of the small lock, and hand the key to me. I place
the key on a short chain which hangs in the kitchen, so that you will always
be aware that you can remove it, when you decide it is time to go. We
hug each other for what seems like hours, and then it is time for us to
start again.
I order you to remove your clothing, and it quickly slips to the floor. you
stand straight and proud, with your tits jutting out before you, held erect
by their swelling in front of the bands. I order you to put your hands on top
of your head, and spread your legs as wide as you can. In order to retain
your balance you ask to remove the slippers so that you can get wider, and
I give you that permission.
I open a small cupboard, and you see that the leather you are wearing is not
_all_ of the leather which is available. you see me remove a wide and thick
leather belt, and another - narrower, thinner, but with loops at each end and
no buckle. Then I remove a black wooden rod, with clips at each end and a
metal loop in the middle. I bend over and quickly attach the clips to the
loops on your ankle cuffs, dragging your feet another two inches apart as
I do so, stretching your crotch and your thighs. you mentally thank yourself
for having faithfully carried out all your exercises over the past few months.
I now place a kitchen stool behind you, and tell you to start warming yourself
up by rubbing and squeezing your breasts, and pulling on your nipples.
When you begin to get hot, you sag against the stool and your knees spread
wider yet again as your hips push your crotch forward. I do not yet allow
you to rub your pussy though. you watch me as I remove two dildos with
flared bases from the cupboard, and you _know_ what is required of you
next. The first dildo is eight inches long, and quite thick, the other
marginally smaller. Both have leather loops attached to the bases. As I
hand them to you, I look deep into your eyes again, and know that there
is no need for me to state the command out loud.
you lift the smaller dildo to your mouth, and slide your tongue all over it,
while still looking directly into my eyes. We both know that this is not the
rod you want in your mouth, but it is all I will give you for now. your cheeks
are burning as you then bring it slowly to your still seeping cunt, as I watch
your every move. you thrust it in, all in one motion, and your whole body
arches with the strength of the immediate climax. As your shudders slowly
fade away, you know that you are not finished. you slide your ass right to
the edge of the stool and bend your knees further still, as you slide the now
slippery stick out of your cunt, and trail it slowly to your waiting ass. With
slow deliberate pressure, you carefully widen the track, pushing your ring
down onto the intruder, until the rod pops past the dilating sphincter, and
slides quietly into your butt. It is quiet, but you are not, as your
passionate
groans fill the room, just as much as the sweet musk of your passion.
Within moments the entire rod is filling your back track, and I again hold
up the larger of the two for you.
you search my eyes for approval, but so far I am entirely non-committal. you
take the second, and again raise it to your lips. you give it a soft kiss
while
staring directly into my eyes, then push it slowly through your lips, until
your
jaws are stretched by the bulk and it slowly disappears into your mouth.
you twist and turn it, rubbing your tongue up and down and wetting it as
thoroughly as you can. Again you trail it down between your red and swollen
tits, over your belly, and place it at the lips of your cunt. you begin to rub
it
back and forth, up and down, to lubricate it further for its use. you start to
push it in, but the dildo already in your ass has made your cunt tighter, and
you have to strain to get it in. Slowly it disappears, and your face burns
with the shame of having me see you so desperate for relief that you start
to push both rods in and out alternately, knowing that you _must_ come
again.
Suddenly you hear me tell you to stop, and you look up with pleading in
your eyes. This time I must be merciless though, as I do _not_ want you
completely worn out before the night is barely started. I hold out the
thick belt to you, and tell you that you had better not lose either dildo
while you put on the belt. you slide back onto the stool to keep the back
rod in place, thus driving it even deeper into your rectum. you loop the
belt around your waist with one hand, and then manage to keep one
finger on its base while you buckle the belt. As I hand you the other
belt, its use becomes clear. The loops each have snaps, and you undo
one loop and thread it under the back of the belt and redo the snap. Now
you bring the strap under your crotch, and thread the loose end one by
one through the loops on the two dildos. Finally you do up the second
loop over the front of the belt, and your dildos are now held firmly in place.
I direct you to again stand up straight, and I remove the stool. you place
your hands back on top of your head, and I slowly circle you to inspect
my slave in her uniform. When I return to in front of you, I undo the belt,
and pull it two notches tighter before fastening the buckle again, making
it cut deeply into your belly and waist. Then I unsnap the crotch strap and
pull _it_ two snaps tighter, making it ride tightly between your ass cheeks,
and right up in between your cunt lips, crushing your clit. your hips hunch
as the pressure comes on, and your head jerks up as your knees sag with
the intensity of the orgasm you know is building within you. I grab you by
your breasts and drag you back up straight, and then tighten each breast
band slightly, before ducking my head to lick each straining nipple. your
shoulders twist madly, trying to drive your tits into my mouth, but I am
quick, and a lick and a quite bite is all they get for now.
I place a kitchen chair between us, in front of you, with its back against
your heaving belly. your eyes melt as you know that your favourite
fantasy is about to be played out. I stand in front of you, and the chair,
and place my hand around the back of your neck, slowly drawing you
forward and down over the chair back. I remove your hands from your
head, and place them on the front corners of the seat, where I quickly
tie them in place. I walk around behind you, and run a rope through
the ring in the middle of your spreader bar, and tie it to the front legs
of the chair, pulling your legs tight against the chair back. With your
legs spread so wide it is your belly which is on the chair back rather
than your hips, so you have to hold much of your weight with your arms,
keeping you in a state of extreme tension. your head hangs between
your arms, with your hair falling still further forward. In this position
you are staring directly at your deep red tits, which still stand proud
and erect from your chest. you know you are exposed, you know
you are beautiful, you know you are _ready_!
I stand before you for a moment, and then squat down to take your face
in my hands. I push back your hair, and look deeply into your eyes,
looking for the longing that I know will be there. Quietly you ask:
"Please Master - please beat my ass for me - please - use me -
however you want - have all of me!" I kiss you softly, and allow your
head to fall back down. I stand again, and remove my robe. you look
up to see my straining cock just before your eyes. you lunge forward
onto it, capturing it in your lips, and suck it deeply into your mouth, but I
quickly take it away. I do not want to come yet.
I again disappear behind you, leaving you tense and apprehensive.
But I do not keep you in suspense for long, for almost immediately
you feel the hot sting of a belt, as it loops across your buns, and wraps
itself into the meat of your hip. you lurch against the chair, and scream
with the ecstasy of the moment.
As I strike you again and again you remember the months that have
passed leading up to this moment, the many times that started scenes
have ended unfinished, the torment of passions raised but not released.
you realise that the heat in your loins is not merely coming _from_ the
belt, but that the belt is bringing the heat from your insides all to the
surface at once. you are incoherent with passion, pain, and longing.
you are weeping with both agony and ecstasy as the dildos and straps,
and the belt on your ass, bring you to orgasm after orgasm. you know that
this scene will be played out to the final climax.
As my arm rises and falls, the belt raises bright red stripes criss crossing
on your buns. your ass glows with the heat of your passion, but I am
careful to keep the blows on the ass only. (I am saving the thighs and
the back for another time). I watch as you lurch under each crack of
the belt, as your knees raise your ass toward the belt, and your arms
arch your body toward the source of your agony.
your tears stream down your face, as you cry out all the tension
and torment of the past few months, but the strap through your crotch
cannot hide the fact that there is more wetness between your legs
from this beating than there is on your face from your tears. your
thighs are slick with the juices of your passion, as you ride the twin
dildos to orgasm after orgasm.
As the belt falls to the floor, you feel me remove the strap from the
back of your belt. The suddenly cool air on the unbeaten skin
of your ass crack under the protection of the strap is like a stripe of
ice running through the furnace of your buns. I quickly remove the
dildo from your ass, but leave the other in your cunt to keep your
holes tight for my pleasure. your asshole has been weakened by
your constant climaxes, and gapes open waiting to be filled. I drive
my cock up your ass, and we _both_ heave against the ropes and
the chair.
I bend over your back and ass, adding my weight to yours on your
belly. My hands reach desperately for your swollen but so far ignored
breasts, and wrap tightly around their bulk. The heat of your ass burns
into my guts, through my belly, and straight back through my cock,
inflaming my passions beyond control. I straighten up slightly, allowing
you to take your first breath in what seems like hours, and pull hard
on your tits with my hands. My hips start to grind, as I ream your hot ass
with my raging swollen prick. I rapidly lose control in my passion, and my
hands claw at your hot tits as my cock rips its way up and down your
rectum.
I quickly tear off the slip knot holding your right hand, and tell you to
rub your cunt to get off with me. you grab for the dildo which is by
now half way out of your cunt, and begin to ram it in and out alternating
with my cock in your ass, grinding the flared base against your clit with
each entry.
As we both erupt our groans and screams fill the room, the chair is
driven forward until it hits the wall, and my cock erupts into your
guts like a hose, shooting spurt after spurt of hot come deep up into
you. I collapse on top of you, and we sag onto the chair, your hot
ass grinding into my belly, and your swollen tits tight in my fingers.
you turn your face to me, and I softly kiss your beautiful lips. The
urgency of my passion has now been sated.
Tonight I have had the three holes that I have dreamt of for months,
which you have filled again and again as my surrogate, on my
orders. The training you expect to receive during your visit
to New Zealand is about to begin in earnest.
you know that most of your body has still not been touched.
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