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The visit 5
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Story - The Visit - Part 5
Date: 19 Mar 92 02:19:34 GMT
This is the story of an email slave who visits her Master in New Zealand.
The first four parts have appeared here, and can be obtained from me
by sending email to the address shown. We retain copyright, as we may some
day rework it and publish. You may copy and distribute it, but please
retain this header. My slave is interested in knowing whether other women
picture themselves in her place, so any messages commenting on the story
or your reaction to the story will be passed along to her. I am also
interested in any constructive criticism from other ASBers.
Thanks
y.M.P. - the Royal
Part 5
[Part 5]
We hold each other tenderly as the kiss lingers, and then we rest our heads
on each others' shoulders. As our breathing returns to normal, I reach for
your
wrists, and lift them away from my body.
I leave you standing as I go to the kitchen and bring back the key for your
collar.
I tell you to drop your head forward and pull your hair away from the collar,
and
you reach up to do it. I unlock your collar and undo the buckle, then remove
the
collar itself. I tell you to again stand up straight, and hold your head high,
as the
slave who is proud to be mine. Despite your exhaustion, your shoulders come
back and your spine again straightens, and a smile plays on your lips.
As I move in front of you, you wonder what is to come next. My hands reach up
to your swollen and aching tits, and the answer is obvious. Both hands wrap
around your left tit, and squeeze the dark flesh. your nipple throbs, but the
breast meat slides back through the hard rubber ring, and the circulation is
quickly restored. The rush of the blood is excruciating, and you scream with
relief. your hands come halfway up from your sides to sooth the ache, and I
immediately slap them back down. As your tears stream down your face, my
hands move to your right breast, and with a quick squeeze, it too is released.
By now your tits are in agony, but I take one in each hands and roughly
massage them to deflect your mind from the pain of the surging blood.
Releasing your tits, I flick each nipple, again bringing a flood of tears. I
remove your belt and the two wrist cuffs efficiently, leaving you naked
and sobbing. I walk behind you, and pull you back against me, wrapping
my arms around you, pulling your head back onto my shoulder, and cupping
your aching breasts in my hands. I whisper into your ear that you are lovely,
and that you are treasured, and that you have pleased me so far. your tears
slowly stop as you sag against me for warmth, support and comfort.
I send you off for a shower, reminding you of the requirement for internal as
well as external cleanliness. We both grin as we know there is no need for
stretching exercises today!
When you return you find me casually dressed in a short sleeved shirt and
shorts, but as you have been given no dress instructions, you are still naked.
Somehow being with a person who is clothed makes you feel even more
exposed than when we are both naked, and you feel the need to cover
yourself with your hands. you know however, that will bring you a
punishment, so you stand open in front of me, with your arms at your sides,
and your legs together, one knee slightly ahead of the other to marginally
protect your furry mound.
I hand you an apron with a bib front and you tie it behind your neck and
around your waist. At least now your front is protected you think as you
do up the ties. But no, as you look up you see that I have a thin gold
coloured chain in my hand, with small rings at each end.
I tell you that I want it outside the apron, so you must pull each breast
slightly to the side, to insert the nipple into the ring. They fit perfectly,
as
they should, for they were made for your erect nipples. The chain then
comes across the front of the apron, and the second ring neatly encircles
the other nipple. After you have installed them I reach out to each nipple
in turn, and push the ring further onto the teat. Again the swelling starts,
and the chain will be secure until deliberately removed.
I direct you to look at yourself in the mirror which still hangs over the
room. As you turn you see that although your front will be reasonably
protected while you cook our meal, your ass and back will be available
to me for teasing or punishment.
As it is a lovely summer evening, I tell you that there are steaks and
salad ingredients in the fridge. your face immediately betrays your
thoughts, as you reach into the fridge for the dinner. Since I enjoy
fresh vegetables and fruit, there are lettuce, mushrooms, onion, radish,
carrots, and cucumbers available, as well as raisins, bananas and
strawberries.
I inform you that since you cannot keep your mind off sex, I will make
sure that you need to concentrate fully to prepare the meal without
mistakes. Walking up behind you, I place my hand behind your neck
and bend you over the counter. I spread your legs with my foot, and
tell you to reach back and pull open your upper thighs. Holding open
your labia with one hand, I quickly slip a medium sized cold cucumber
into your cunt. you shudder, both from the cold and from the stimulation.
I order you to remove your hands, and grip the counter edge with them.
Then, before you have a chance to ponder what comes next, my hand
crashes down on your ass, giving five fast swats to each cheek. I explain
that the spanking is for thinking about the sexual innuendos of the
vegetables, when you were supposed to be thinking about dinner.
you remain down on the counter even after I remove my hands.
I walk off into the other room saying that I expect my steak medium rare,
and dinner is to be served within twenty minutes.
you search through the cupboards that you have never seen before for
the utensils and condiments to make dinner. Quickly you start the preparations
for a delicious summer meal, and as I return with a bottle of good red wine I
can
smell the steaks sizzling in the mushrooms and onions. The kitchen is slightly
cool from the fresh air of the coming evening. I open and pour the wine, and
we
sip as the steaks are finishing. you have set the table beautifully, and there
is no
way that I can fault you in any way for the dinner.
We sit together at the table, and enjoy our meal, as we discuss your trip, and
your family at home. They are in good hands, and know that you have been
looking forward to this "vacation" for many months. Although they know you are
in New Zealand, staying with friends, they certainly have no idea what the
major
attractions are that have drawn you to our islands. We discuss how you are
going to see various tourist attractions, and what gifts you will be purchasing
to
take back. It is a scene that could be duplicated at any table where good
friends
meet, except for the skin showing everywhere around the apron, and the soft
glint of the chain across your chest. Even a close observer would probably
miss
the way you occasionally shift in your chair, as the vegetarian dildo is
gradually
ground deeper and deeper into your cunt.
After dinner you clear the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and scrub
the pans. After the kitchen is again spotless, you come to the family room
where I
am watching the end of a documentary. you stand beside me for a moment waiting
for instructions, but I ignore you until a commercial interrupts the
interesting
commentary.
I motion for you to come closer, and then turn you away from me with my hands
on
your hips. I tell you to kneel, and undo the waist and neck strings of the
apron. It
slides down your front, leaving your rings and chain as your only adornment.
I turn you back to me, and placing a small kiss on your forehead, telling you
that
you are to curl up at my feet until I am ready for you again. My fingers play
gently
in your hair as we watch the programs go by, neither of us really interested in
the
shows, but knowing that we do not want to leave the house on this first
evening.
I also know that you have come close to exhaustion.
Eventually I state that I will be going for my shower, and tell you that you
are to
join me. The shower is warm and not too hard, lovely and relaxing after a day
of
almost constant tension and exercise. I stand under the shower as you wash
every
part of me, carefully and completely. The washcloth and soap are delightful in
your hands, and you make a perfect body servant. When you have washed me all
over, you ask to be allowed to do a final clean of my genitals, and I give you
permission.
Again you sink to your knees, and your tongue and mouth begin a slow and
careful
journey all over my abdomen and crotch. your tongue reaches into every fold,
and gently lifts my soft and resting cock to clean beneath it and behind my
balls.
Eventually I turn to the wall letting the water flood down my back, as your
hands
reach up to gently part my ass-cheeks. your tongue trails down the crack,
until it
touches, and then bathes my crinkled anus. Then again down, until you again
reach
my balls, this time from the rear.
Although I moan in enjoyment, it is not yet time for my excitement and
stimulation.
I shake myself from my lethargy, and again turn toward you. I pull you up to
your
feet by gently tugging on your chain. you follow your breasts up, and get a
small
kiss for your efforts. Then with one hand on your stomach, I again pull your
chain,
bending you over from the waist. I tell you that you are to expel the cucumber
from
your cunt, but slowly and under control. This is a test of your control, built
up by
months of repetitions of kegel exercises.
you place your hands on your knees, and I can see the concentration on your
face
as I watch silently from beside you. The warm water of the shower continues to
splash over you, relaxing you when you need most to concentrate. Slowly the
green of the cucumber becomes visible, as you alternately push down, and then
squeeze to hold. We both know that the real test will come when you have
passed
the middle, and so the obscene vegetable emerges, millimeter by millimeter.
you
have it under control until the mid-point is passed, but then the gushing
lubrication
of your cunt comes into play as you try to squeeze again to hold, and the
cucumber
jumps completely out with a quite audible and obscene pop.
you drop to your knees as another orgasm overcomes you, and hold your head in
your hands, as you expect yet another punishment for not obeying my
instructions.
I turn off the shower, and step around you to get out. After I have dried
myself, I
turn toward you as you kneel, with an enormous fluffy towel in my hands. I
tell you
to look at me, and as you see me with the towel, you rise and fall into my
arms. I
warp the towel around you, over your shoulders, and push you away slightly. I
tell
you to remove the chain, for if I remove it, you will not get it back again.
you tug it
off your inflamed nipples, with a deep groan, and hand the chain to me.
Now I towel you gently all over, and then dry your hair. I comb your hair out
straight, and take you to your bed. you slip quickly under the sheets, and
look up
to see if I am joining you tonight. A quick shake of my head gives you your
answer, and I tell you that I want you to be fully rested by morning.
I reach below the bed, and come up with four soft leather cuffs, which I
quickly
place on your wrists and ankles. Three snap links then attach your limbs to
each
other, and curled up in the foetal position, you drop off to sleep, weeping
quietly in
your loneliness.
Some time later you waken slowly, to find me curled up behind you, with my
stomach
pressed tightly to your ass. you push back against me in joy, and I whisper
that I
could not stay away from you tonight, as you seemed so alone.
you beg me to beat you for crying and making me feel bad, that you never want
to
make your Master unhappy. I roll you onto your front, and you kneel on the
bed,
with your tits crushed into the mattress, and your hands still attached to your
ankles.
your ass is arched for my hand, and you cry out in joy as I slowly deliver five
hard
smacks to each buttock.
As you sob in your joy, I pull you over onto your side again, and the heat in
your ass
causes my cock to again stiffen in anticipation. I lift your upper thigh, and
slowly bore
into your ass again. Once in, it is a matter of moments before your
beautifully sucking
ass brings me to my peak.
With my cock deeply buried between your hot cheeks, and my hands wrapped gently
around your breasts, we again drop off to sleep.
The first day is complete.
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