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The visit 7
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: The Visit - Part 7
Date: 15 Apr 92 12:40:24 GMT
Hello folks, sorry for the delay since the last, I've been a bit busy.
Here is part 7, and as with all the others, S** would love to hear if there
are any women who relate to what is happening to her here. If you have any
comments, feel free to email them to me, and I will forward them to her,
alternatively, you can post them to ASB where she will find them.
Unfortunately, I have only very limited access to ASB, so I won't see
comments on the story posted there :-(
enjoy, as we did,
yMP - the Royal
[Part 7]
As I climb into the front seat, I instruct you to move forward on the back seat
until your right knee is able to rest on the floor. Next you are required to
tuck the back of your dress and slip into the harness belt, so that I can reach
back between the seats as I am driving to reach the smooth globes of your
exposed ass.
During the thirty minute drive I caress you at times, all over your ass and the
upper thighs that I can reach. At other times I raise my hand and bring it
down in a sharp slap as punishment for your having orgasmed while I am
still unsatisfied. And occasionally I reach under the harness to take hold
of the stub of the dildo protruding between your splayed thighs and give
it a push or a twist. I can feel the heat rising in your loins as you grind
your
pubic mound against the edge of the seat.
When we arrive home, I park the car in the garage and close the garage
door, leaving you lying in the car while I do it. Then I come around and
open the car door, and instruct you to crawl backwards over the seat until
you are able to kneel on the garage floor, while keeping your body on
the car seat. This gives me free access to your harness.
I crouch behind you, and run my hands all over your groin, smearing
your juices back into your skin. I slip a finger into your drenched cunt
alongside the dildo, and know that you can take more. I place my flat palm
on the flap of leather that covers the butt of the dildo, and a strong slow
push
drives the tool further into your womb. your hips buck up and down again
and again, and you moan softly with the passion and the pain, until I have a
smooth piece of leather defining the line between one ass globe and the
other. There is no sign on the leather of the bulk which is now totally within
you. Quickly I take hold of the straps of the crotch basket, and pull them up
tight to keep it where it belongs.
I pull your skirt out of the belt, and drop it over you, making you again a
"respectable lady", despite the disarray of your hair, and the flush of your
face. As you kneel half-in and half-out of the car, I give your ass light slap
and tell you to get up, get cleaned up, and make lunch. you stagger to your
feet and turn toward the house door. This almost puts you completely in my
arms, so I grab you and hug you, and send you off. I remind you that a
light lunch would be best, as we do not want to be too sedentary afterwards.
I bring a bottle of chilled white wine up from the garage with me for lunch.
The light summer lunch you have prepared along with the wine revives us
both, and gives your passion some time to settle, although it is obvious to me
that the stretcher in your belly is not allowing you to completely forget your
situation. as you sit at the table. Letting you get up to clean away the meal
and the kitchen does remove some of the pressure from your cervix, and
moving around allows you the opportunity to feel the massive pseudo-cock
stirring your insides.
But since my real cock is now also stirring, it is time to move back to the
basement for another session.
As we come to the bottom of the staircase, you are surprised at the airy and
open feeling of the basement - it is not at all the "dungeon" that you had
half-
expected. The rooms have fully finished walls and ceilings, but you note that
the ceilings are actually quite high. I explain (as I always have to do for
visitors), that this was the result of an error on the builder's part, but has
turned
out very much for the best. We enter a door off the hallway, and you find
yourself in a room that could have been a large bedroom, with cupboards
down one side, and doors off it into an en-suite and another smaller room.
The room we have entered has bare walls, but the far wall is masked by a
drop cloth. In front of the cloth is a straight backed chair, and off to one
side
is a six foot wooden ladder. Both have sheets of cloth draped across them, in
the same ivory shade as the dropcloth. One wall has full length drapes,
presumably covering windows.
I tell you to stand in front of the chair and face me, as I lean against the
door
frame.
I explain that this group of rooms was built as a guest suite, or master
bedroom suite, but has been specially modified as an exercise room for
your visit. All the windows have had reflecting film applied (ostensibly to
reduce the heat build up from the sun, but really to make them opaque from
the outside), and then sheets of foam have been used to line them so that no
sound or light can escape to outside the house. The walls are of course
already insulated. The small bedroom has been set up as a storage room,
and the cupboard contains various articles that we will find of use.
I direct you to sit in the chair facing me, placing your feet at shoulder width
apart, and your hands palm down on your knees. As you sit, the pressure
again returns to your full pussy, where the dildo has continued its slow
stretch
of your cuntal muscles. Naturally, you are sitting properly erect, with your
back straight and your shoulders back, but the renewed pressure does cause
you to squirm slightly.
I order you to remain silent until I give you permission to speak.
Our first activity is to be a photo session, with you as the subject.
you watch silently as I bring in two large photographer's lights from the
other room, and then open the cupboard, and turn back toward you with a
camera in my hand. you can feel your nipples erecting, as you realise what
will be in store for you first. you remember the women in the catalogues
and photo sets, and how you felt it would be to take their place, and you
know that your time has come.
I direct you to slowly pull the hem of your skirt up over your thighs, and
as the skin begins to appear, the camera starts to work. your skirt lies
bunched across your lap, and next it is time to undo the bow on your
peasant blouse again. The weight of your breasts pulls the material looser,
and you push the sleeves partially down your upper arms. Now some
poses with your ankles demurely crossed, then the knees carefully
crossed, and finally the legs crossed with one ankle directly on top of
the other knee, giving a tantalising view of the dark cavern between
your thighs.
As we get further into the session, you begin to generate heat in your belly,
and you relax in my commanding presence. you feel comfortable following
my directions and start to play to the lens that is caressing your body.
By now the top of your dress has dropped off your rock-hard nipples,
though it is still on your arms. I direct you to clasp your hands behrolonging
and heightening the sensation, until you can take no more, and you
collapse backwards into the chair, in a tangle of dress, body and heat.
you sob and shudder as the sensations settle, and my camera frames the
tears on your face between the sensational smile and the passionate
eyes.
Again you have come before your Master, and my rigid cock is vibrating
in my pants, desperately impatient for its chance. But still I circle you with
the camera, taking just an occasional snap, as you slowly recover.
I am awaiting just the right moment, when you have settled enough to be
conscious of your self and surroundings again, but have not had time to
allow all your passions to cool. I am going to build you up again before
you are allowed to rest, and this time I will have my release.
When you have gathered your senses enough for your head to lift up
from your est, I whisper into your ear that I did not give you permission
to be seated. your eyes again snap open, and you struggle back to your
feet. you look at me longingly, wondering what your punishment will be,
secretly thinking that the orgasm you have just experienced was worth
any thing.
I direct you to remove your dress, but to leave your half-slip on.
As you do this, I again turn to the cupboard, and emerge with a set of
narrow black leather straps, and some lengths of soft braided cotton rope.
I can hear your breath rising and falling as you remove your dress, and
your breasts sway and bounce with their pegs biting each nipple. you
work carefully to minimise the pain, but you are experiencing
considerable discomfort now that your passions have cooled somewhat.
Again you stand before me, wondering what is coming next, but knowing
that my cock must be almost bursting as it strains against my pants. you can
see the bulge in the front of my pants, running from crotch to belt, and
the small patch of moisture which is seeping through the cloth. you long
to take it into you in any way you can, but know that you will have to await
my decision as to how you will be accommodating me.
Again you get a soft kiss from me, and then I remove the chair from behind
you and replace it with the stepladder.
I move you to the stepladder, facing the rungs. I instruct you to bend
forward from the waist, and slip your head and shoulders through between
the steps, so that your upper body is between the two upright sides of the
ladder, and you are able to grasp the smaller rungs on the back side of the
ladder. This will leave you in a bent-forward position, but with some
support at your waist, and the capability to support your upper body weight
on your arms and shoulders rather than straining your back.
As you wriggle through the ladder, your breasts hang down and your nipple
pegs catch on the step, shooting shafts of pain into your aching tits. But you
know I will not be satisfied until you are in the correct position, and you
grit
your teeth and push on through, pulling each tit through by lifting it in your
hand.
I stand aside waiting for you to settle, and when you look like you are ready,
I ask whether you are finished. you reply that you are never finished until
I am completely satisfied with you, and I reply that again you have given the
correct response. I then remind you that again you are not to speak until I
again give you permission.
With the ladder locked rigid by its side locks, I now start to make you more
secure and accessible. I tap your hands so that they are right at the outside
of the rung you have grasped. Then around to your feet, and they are
nudged outwards until they are tight against the inside of the uprights.
Now for the rope. First a few coils of rope around your wrists, loose
enough that circulation is in no way disturbed, but sufficient wraps that if
you start to pull, they will tighten up and hold you fast.
Then I reach up inside the ladder, and gently run my fingers through
your dark blonde hair five or six times, each time from front to back,
combing the locks together with my fingers. When I am satisfied that I
have it under control, I gather it at the back, and pull it back into a tight
pony tail, that I quickly loop around, and twist in a piece of rope in a
secure knot that will not pull out. I toss the loose end of this rope over the
top of the ladder, and pull it back down the other side, straightening your
neck and raising your head as the tension comes on. I pull until the tension
takes just a small amount of the weight off your hands, and again tie it
securely.
you can now turn your head just slightly from side to side, but cannot look
down at all.
Finally I walk around behind you, out of sight. you feel my hands on your
left ankle, as I grasp it and lift it from the floor. your weight shifts onto
your
right leg, your hands, and your hair as you let the leg go limp in my grasp,
trusting me to place it where it will be all right. I bring the foot back down
again, but this time outside the ladder frame, and quickly tie it into
position.
The same actions are repeated for the right foot, and you are now able to
feel the strain of your weight on all your extremities, and your body again
starts to rise in the sexual heat of the tension.
I walk out from behind you, and past you into the small room.
In a moment I return, this time pushing a large upright mirror on a wheeled
stand. Although I command you to look at yourself in the mirror, the command
is really unnecessary, as it is unlikely that you could take your eyes off the
mirror if you tried.
As I again disappear into the small room, you can examine the shapeliness of
all your muscles, enhanced by the tension in your limbs. The scarlet nubs of
your nipples are framed by the tan of the clothes pegs, which are themselves
set off by the creamy white of your breasts. The pressure of your weight on
your hair is pulling your eyebrows into high arches, and even your eyes
seem slanted and oriental. you can relieve the strain on any single restrained
portion of your body by increasing the strain everywhere else, and now the
rest of your body is starting to know what your cunt already does - stretching
and tension is very arousing.
you see me emerge from behind the mirror, naked, with my cock jutting out
hot and red. you know that I must have you soon.
But first I take up the camera again, and the lens again caresses your body as
the lights flash again and again.
After a few shots I pick up the straps and move to your side. your breasts are
hanging free from your chest, and you understand immediately what is
coming.
you are able to watch in the mirror as I wrap the strap around your breast, and
cinch it up tight, turning the entire breast into a hard hot ball. I caress
the tit as
I leave it, and you feel it start to cool as it swells and darkens. The second
is
bound in the same manner, and we are able to admire them further as the
camera records their bondage.
But you have not yet forseen everything.
I again go over to the cupboard, and this time I emerge with small weights on
six inch chains. you watch me as I reach under your breasts where you have
not seen the small D-rings built into the straps. A quick snap of the clips,
and
you groan as each breast is now being dragged down by an extra two pounds
of weight.
The camera snaps again, and occasionally I direct you to turn your head
toward or away from the lens. I can again see the heat rising in your eyes.
Now almost every part of you that can be stretched or tensioned is being
worked on simultaneously.
you cannot imagine what might be coming next.
you watch with trepidation in the mirror as I walk around behind you, and
you are surprised to see that you are still wearing your slip. you had long
ago forgotten this, but I had not. The images of you on the film should be
even more erotic than you might have imagined with you still part clothed in
your lingerie. But now it is time for it top go.
A pair of scissor from the cupboard could do the job in a flash, but instead
I tear it from the hem to the waist and take a few pictures of this, with your
ass and the harness peeking out from under the ruined garment. I tear
the slip right up to the elastic, and then tuck the material in front of your
hips between the ladder and your flesh.
The lights flash again and again as the camera records the beauty of your
ass jutting out from the ladder, crossed by the stark glossy black of the
leather harness, and the glossy sheen of your wet inner thighs beckoning
me inwards. But again I walk away. you whimper in frustration as your
cunt chews hard against its now ever-so-hot dildo.
you can hear mechanical noises noises coming from your side, and look in
the mirror to see me setting up a tripod off to the side and slightly behind
you. The camera is mounted and a long lead is strung out to close to one
of your feet. you are still not completely sure what is coming, but you know
you are ready for anything.
I come to your head and again whisper that you have a number of small
transgressions today that require punishment. I have therefore decided
to take advantage of your position, and administer that punishment now. In
my hand is a belt like loop of fairly soft leather, two inches wide, but not
quite as thick as a belt. I hold it out between my hands in front of you, and
tell you to kiss it, to prove that you do not hold anything against it for
being
the instrument of your punishment.
I hold it to your lips every three or four inches along its length, and watch
as your lips purse to supply the kisses you want to give to me. I can see
your eyes looking into mine as you are required to show your love for
the strap. Then I lift it away from you, and kiss it once myself, rather than
giving my kiss to you, and walk away behind you.
you are able to watch in the mirror as my arm rises, and the strap slaps down,
stinging across your ass. Again the rhythm begins, as the arm rises and falls,
the ass cheeks shudder and jump, the strap cracks, and the lights flash again
and again. Again your tears flow as your body cries out its tensions, and you
give yourself entirely to me.
Forty stripes suffice to heat your now red ass almost to bursting, and I
quietly
set the strap aside. The skin on your ass now feels as stretched as your arms,
neck, skin, tits, cunt and legs.
I place a small box behind you and between your legs, and your face now
flushes as deep a red as your ass, as you now know that the last part of your
body that can be stretched is about to join all the rest in this incredible
exercise.
I massage the leather strap under your cunt, pushing the base of the dildo
back and forth, and start to pick up the fluids that gush forth on my fingers.
My fingers carry your juices up to where your asshole now pulses with
excitement and fear. First one, then two, then three fingers worm their
way up your butt, and spread the ring that will try to choke my raging
cock. your body strains against your bonds, but the rigid ladder and your
position conspire to hold you right where I want you. Even as both of
my hands are busy on your body, you occasionally are aware of the
flash of the lights, as my foot trips the shutter by pressing the bulb of the
camera lead. By now, however, your world is limited to your body and
the insane sensations rushing through every nerve, and you would not
care if the world saw your passion.
you are unable to see anything of the front of my body in the mirror, so you
can only watch my face or your body as you feel my cock being rubbed up
and down your crack. The bulbous head then slowly presses against your
ring, and you joyously push your sphincter out to welcome me in. A slight
pop as the ring is passed, and you can feel me stretching your gut still
further as you are filled and stretched beyond belief. The dildo in your
cunt has tightened your ass, and you feel like my cock has expanded beyond
what you have enveloped before now. Again you feel that every part of
your body is being made love to, and you are incoherent with passion.
Finally my belly contacts the steaming heat of your buns, and I am fully
home in your ass. Slowly and carefully I withdraw, and then just as carefully
work my way back in, for I do not want to come too soon, and I feel very
close to the edge after my hours of abstention. My cock has the desired
effect though, and you, my helpless slave are being slowly driven to an
almost incomprehensible orgasm.
My cock shifts the dildo which is still cramming your cunt, and your clit
twitches constantly in sympathy.
As I feel you starting to move toward your peak, I reach through the
ladder to get my hands on your straining tits. Stretched and bound as they
are, they have been constantly reminding you of every move.
And as I feel you reaching the crest, my hands strip the clothes pegs off
your nipples, causing the blood to rush back in, and your tits to be racked
with the shooting pain which has lain dormant for the last hour.
But the pain and the orgasm join forces as you come uncontrollably, giving
you the most shattering experience of your life. Every muscle in your
body alternately tenses to the maximum, and releases totally. your entire
pelvis spasms, with your cunt grasping and sucking on the dildo, and your
asshole squeezing and the swallowing my erupting cock.
I grab your hot asscheeks in both hands, and stretch them apart as far as
they will go, grinding my belly as hard into their heat as possible, and
driving my spewing cock up into you right to its roots. It is the most
incredible orgasm I have ever experienced. It seems to go on
forever, for both of us.
Once my orgasm is complete though, I can slide out, and rest on the floor,
while you remain trapped and rigid in your ladder.
I know I have had everything you have to offer, and you know that you
have given me your all, and we both know that we are very satisfied with
our arrangement.
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