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The visit 9
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: STORY - The Visit - Part 9
Date: 23 Jun 92 03:03:47 GMT
This is a work of erotic fiction. Those who have followed The Visit series
will have seen how it is becoming more intense with each episode, and this
Part follows the trend. Those who may be offended by sexual bondage and
discipline should not read this story. Those of you who enjoy such
fiction, we hope will respond in kind to the net, or to us.
As usual, my slave and I would be interested in hearing from anyone
who sees themself in the position of "you" in this story. And as
usual, I ask that copyright not be violated on this story.
Thanks, yMP - the Royal
[Part 9]
As we lie gasping on the floor, you are severely restricted by the cuffs
that still join your wrists to your knees, the chains that connect your collar
to these same cuffs, and the corset that has constricted your torso into a
wasp-waisted and rigid posture.
I slowly withdraw from your depths, and again slip into my robe.
I move around in front of you, and disconnect the wrist and knee cuffs
and the chains, and remove the cuffs. I return them to the cupboard, and
return with wider cuffs with two buckles each side by side, and which
this time appear to be padded.
I then order you into the "offering" position again, and explain what is
to happen next. you are to be the centrepiece of my little room divider,
and a source of amusement and fantasy for those who choose to take
notice of my unusual decor. Of course you will have no control over
the scene, except if you choose to terminate it by withdrawing using
your "safeword" action.
I again ask whether you understand completely, and from your kneeling
position you again reply: "Yes Master".
Still I press by asking: "And are you in complete agreement with my
plans?" Another "Yes Master" sends us into the scene.
We reconfirm the safeword action, and commence.
As I sit in the armchair at my ease, I require you to stand and put on the
four new cuffs, buckling them firmly around your limbs. Their width
makes a good contrast to the narrow collar around your neck. you have
considerable difficulty in your corset with the ankle cuffs, and in the end
decide that you are best to kneel on the floor with your legs folded under
you, and reach back behind you to put them on. I watch these activities
with interest, as I see you gradually come to terms with the restrictions
that are now to become part of your life.
you then gracefully stand, like a swan unfolding from sleep, move over
to the frame and turn to face me with your back to the frame. you attach
the carabiniers on the ends of loose the ropes which hang from the four
corner ratchets to the D-rings on your cuffs.
you are able to stand with your feet together, but your arms are held at
about waist height.
I order you to present yourself to me, and your hands quickly interlace
behind your neck. This raises your breasts, and you look an absolute
treat, with your blonde curls framing your radiant face.
your black cuffs, collar and corset contrast completely with the pale pinkish
alabaster of your skin, framing your chest, belly and limbs into clearly
defined erotic zones. Various areas of your skin still show the evidence
of the last twenty-four hours, where there are reddish tinges, and a few
small bruises from straps and swats.
It is obvious that you are a happy and fulfilled slave, awaiting the desires
of your Master. As I make you wait, you stand serene and confident,
aware of the effect you are having on me, and knowing that I will lead
you into still further pain and delights.
Another trip to the magic cupboard sees me returning with a foam rubber
ball gag in my hand. I hang the strap and ball over the front of your corset
by tucking each end of the strap between a tit and its supporting quarter
cup, and disappear out of your vision behind you.
Almost immediately the metallic clicking of the ratchets signals the true
beginning of this scene.
your right hand is slowly withdrawn from behind your neck, and pulled
up to point straight from your shoulder to the upper corner. Then your
left yields to its rope.
My hands reach over your shoulders and push under your tits, to pick
up the ball gag, and bring it to your lips. you open your mouth slowly,
as you do not really like the gag, but you know you are required to
meet my expectations. A hand on the back of your head pushes you to
nod forward, and I push your hair away from the back of the your neck to
buckle the strap tight. I explain that I have chosen the foam gag because
I do not want too much noise, but I do want to hear your reactions to what
is coming.
Off I go to the cupboard again, and come back with a board which is fitted
to be steady when settled tightly onto the bottom beam of the frame. I lift
each foot onto the board so that you are within the frame, give you a
quick kiss on the front of your mound as I straighten up again, and
disappear behind you again.
Again the metallic ratcheting signals the taking up of the tension on your
arms, until they are just tight, but not yet carrying your weight. More
clicking of the ratchets leads to the slow drawing of your right foot out
towards the side of the frame. I alternate the lower winches, slowly
spreading your legs, and increasing the weight on your arms as the
angle of the legs becomes more acute, lowering the support of your body.
your chest heaves as you groan with the increasing tension on your
shoulders, and I stop the opening of your legs as you feel the first of
the pain to come.
I leave the room without a word to you or a backward glance, and you
are left wondering what comes next, and when. your head hangs down
between your arms, and you await your Master's pleasure.
After some time, you hear the telephone ringing upstairs, and then the
muted tones of a conversation. Although you strain you are unable to
hear the words. After the tones of conversation stop, you can hear me
coming back downstairs, and look to the door. As the door opens, you
see a broad smile on my face, and now really must wonder what is
happening.
"That was a call from my wife" I say. "There has been an enormous
land slip on Highway 1, which is likely to take a day or so to clear. She
and the kids will have to wait for it to be cleared before they can come
back, so we'll have until at least Tuesday to ourselves! Shall I take a
few days off work?"
Although you wonder just how you will survive the newly lengthened
"trial period", you nod enthusiastically, and your face twists as you try
to smile around your tight gag. The nodding places more pressure on
your shoulders, but that seems almost to add to your joy. I am still yours
alone for longer than you had hoped.
"Right then, since I'm going to enjoy this so much, you might as well
see what I am enjoying" I say, wheeling out the full length mirror again,
and placing it in front of you.
your eyes show your surprise and delight at what is displayed to us both.
The muffled grunt through the foam of your gag, and the pulse of
muscular strain in your belly show the effect of the erotic sight on your
mind, so I trail my fingers across your mound as I again move away behind
the frame.
Now I start to torment you with soft scratches of my nails across whatever
skin is exposed. your shoulder blades, the back of your knees, the soft
rounded swell of your inner thigh, the skin of your neck just behind your
jaw. your body tries to move toward the fingers that tease you - you try to
predict where the next touch will be by watching me moving behind you
in the mirror.
After five minutes of this your head is arching and then collapsing onto
your chest, as each feathery touch stimulates your nerves beyond control.
My hands reach around you now to rub the balls of my fingers up and down
the smooth skin of your belly. My body presses against your back and you
wonder whether I am going to take you again, but the hands always stop just
short of your curly fleece, and you know the tease is not yet over.
My hands leave your belly, and disappear from the mirror, then you feel
them on the back of your corset. you again wonder what is next, but the
wonder does not last long, as the laces come quickly untied in my hands.
They do not stay untied for long, as now my fingers dig into the lacing where
there is still space between the rows of eyelets. you can feel me strain as I
tighten the corset beyond what you had thought possible. I remind you that
your body is to be molded and shaped, and that as your flesh yields slowly
to the uncompromising stays of the garment, causing it to feel looser, I will
continue to tighten it until I am satisfied.
When I am finished tightening, you are again totally squeezed, and your
waist has been further constricted. It is now down from the previously
permitted 29 inches to 27 inches, and I tell you that you still have more
inches to go. Each little gasp convinces you that this is impossible, but
luckily (for you), with a gag in your mouth you are in no position to
disagree.
I decide to help you relax for the moment though, and so walk slowly
around you, savouring your straining beauty with my eyes. Of course
I cannot keep my hands off you entirely, so every now and then a hand
glides over some skin, or through some hair, or over some cloth, and
you wallow in the luxury of being so completely enjoyed.
But this cannot carry on forever of course.
A quick trip to the cupboard sees me returning with a blindfold, a wide
belt, a feather, and a short quirt. It is only a moment's work to install the
blindfold and you descend into total blackness. Then the belt is wrapped
around your waist, and you hear me attaching something to each side.
The ratchets of the winches rattle again, and you feel the belt at your
waist take some of the pressure off your arms and legs.
For the next twenty minutes you undergo the most sensuous of tortures,
never knowing when or where any of the tools I control will strike. The
feather teases and ear, the quirt snaps a fold of skin, the metallic clank of
a ratchet signals a slight loosening or tightening of an arm or leg.
Time becomes meaningless and pain disappears into pleasure, as you
feel your body and your mind manipulated into one long shuddering
orgasm after another. your rams and legs strain desperately against the
rigid ropes. Each time your strain loosens a line even slightly I move to
take up the slack. Eventually, even your most intense paroxysms cannot
manage to move a limb. you are utterly immobile.
Now for the moment of truth. I warn you to keep your eyes closed
until they are used to the light, as I am about to remove your blindfold.
My hands reach again into your hair, and remove the straps of the
blindfold. I rub your eyelids gently with my thumbs, then move away.
When you open your eyes to the mirror, you see that you have been
gradually moved upwards in the frame until your feet no longer touch the
base. The six ropes attached to your arms, legs, and waist have lifted
and stretched you until you are truly suspended within the frame.
you are rigid - a part of my new room divider wall. your feet are at
least a foot off the bar, your hands are within a foot or so of the top.
your eyes bug with disbelief at the sight, and yet you feel wonderful.
The pleasure you have extracted from your pain has been so intense
that until this moment you felt as though you were floating on air,
completely detached from the body you see now an integral part of my
toy.
Despite being effectively hung by your arms, and very uncomfortably
stretched, you are in no danger of damaging yourself due to the support
of the waist belt and its ropes. you realise that I have planned this scene
extremely carefully, and in your ecstasy you know that I will continue to
fulfil your unstated desires.
"It is such a shame to have such a beautiful wall completely undecorated"
I say, "maybe I had better do something about that."
A short visit to the cupboard, and you see me returning with a small
wooden box. you can see a metallic glittering, but so far have no idea
what it contains.
your breasts are just about at my head height, perfect for me to walk up
and gently bite your nipples until they stand as rigid as the rest of your
body. you simper through your gag as my teeth touch and tease you,
frustrated in your attempts to push your tit into my mouth. Just as you
feel that you will explode if you do not get some stronger attention, your
nipple is seized and crushed by the jaws of the Japanese sewing clamp
that was hidden within my hand. The scream filters out through your gag,
and despite your immobilised position, your tit heaves as the pectoral
muscles instantly react to the pain of the clamp. your hair whips back and
forth as your head twists and turns in a futile attempt to throw off the
jaws of the savage clamp.
Now that you know what is coming, the gentle rub and bite of the teeth
on your other nipple are not as welcomed, and the hissing of your
breath through your gag tells me of the savage anticipation that you
are undergoing. Despite your anticipation of the pain, the nipple again
rises and hardens, anxious for the subtle delights of tongue and teeth,
only to be crushed like her sister. Again the heave of the tit, and the wail
through the gag, and your eyes filling with tears at the abuse of your
"proud"est assets.
As I stand back to admire my work, I look up into your eyes, and softly
rub a finger along the length of your vaginal lips. "you love this don't
you me sweet? I ask.
And with another series of wracking sobs, you nod your head in
agreement. you want your Master to have your heart and soul, to be
your sexual owner in private, as well as your friend and confidant in
public. This sort of exercise releases you from the strain of always
being the strong, proud and independent woman, the equal of anyone
she would meet, the source of help for so many of your office's
technical problems. In my hands you can relax the facade totally, and be
the humble plaything and wench that your Master desires.
As you hang in your agony and ecstasy, I am off again to the small room,
this time returning pushing two triangular frames of 2 inch steel piping,
mounted on casters. Each frame is a little over four feet high at its apex,
and has a piece of pipe horizontally attached to the apex. I roll one of these
to each side of the frame, and you watch through watery eyes in the mirror,
as you wonder just what the next step is.
First a few twists on the butterfly nuts that hold the carriage bolts attaching
the outriggers to the sides of the frame. Then a few twists on the handle of
a winch in the corner of the room raises the frame complete with its
occupant a few inches off the floor. The outriggers are quickly removed,
and the pipe frames rolled into position. Each horizontal pipe slides neatly
into a hole you had not noticed in the side of the frame, and a large washer
is slid on, followed by a cotter pin through the pipe to ensure that
everything is safe. Reversing the winch which lifted the frame returns all
the weight to the locked wheels. Finally, the casters are locked, and every
part of you is about to be made easily accessible in every way.
I bring the ladder back into the room for a moment to remove the cable
from the pulley, and I notice how your eyes are following every move in the
mirror. Although all of this has been interesting in an intellectual way, you
are still unclear of the purpose. Now is a good time to let you understand.
"In the frame your tits are just perfectly placed for me my sweet, but I would
have to bend over or stretch up, or get other appliances to get at you all
over.
This way," I say (placing my hand on the side of the frame), "I can get at
all of you without having to expend much energy". And my hand gives a
push on the frame just below the horizontal pipe, and you scream in terror
as your head starts to move forward towards the floor. Convinced you are
falling over, you try desperately to pull your arms out to break your fall, but
I have you totally trapped, and at my mercy.
In a moment you realise that the pipe stands are pivots, and that I can rotate
you to any position. To your horror, I stop you in a perfectly vertical
position, but upside down. you realise that there is no difference to the
strain on your body whether you are upright or not, the ropes are perfectly
arranged to support your weight.
your tits of course are not supported, and they hang down, towards your
shoulders. you remember how I had you suck your milk when you were
nursing your youngest child, and the thought pops into your head that this
device would make that little exercise easy. Although the clamps would of
course be somewhat in the way!
I now remove my robe, and you can see my body's preparation to take
you again. My cock is red, hard, and long, and you want it immediately
that you see it. Again I can hear your mewling calls behind the gag, but
you are not finished yet being displayed for me yet.
As I again walk in front of you, my cock bobs near your face, and you
push forward to rub your face against the rod and balls. Though you
would prefer to be sucking the cock rather than just rubbing against it,
you are enjoying the rigidity against your skin and in your hair, when
again pain lances through your body, and your head snaps back. I have
just added another clamp, this time to one of your outer labial lips, and it
is quickly followed up by a second on the other.
It is time for the camera to record our scene again. I circle you as the flash
trips again and again, and your frame is rotated back and forth, up and
down. The camera records the various positions and their effect on your
body, head, hair and eyes. And then I again set it aside.
I want to hear your voice as I carry on, and so I rotate you to upright, and
remove the gag. A soft cloth quickly removes the saliva around your lips,
and my fingers on your jaw work out the cramp of the strap. A soft kiss
follows, and then I step away to continue.
My hand again dips into the box of toys, and comes back with a fishing
line swivel, onto which a lead sinker has been attached. "Are you ready
for this gift my slave?" I ask.
With wide eyes, you mutely nod your head.
My right hand flashes out and, as you wail, a red handprint appears on
your left hip where I have slapped the flesh.
"you know how you are to answer my questions, don't you?" I say.
"Yes, Master."
"Then do so."
"Yes, Master, I am ready for your gift."
The swivel is easily attached and closed onto the loop of cord on the
clamp on your right nipple, yet I still hold it in my hand, supporting its
weight. We both know that the weight added to the cord will pull the
jaws of the clamp still tighter, ensuring that it will not pull off.
"Shall I drop the weight my slave, or would you like the pressure to
be applied slowly and gradually?"
Knowing my thoughts, you manage a trembling smile, and say "Please
drop it Master."
The words are barely out of your mouth before the smile disappears
and the jaw is forced open by a sharp but short scream. The sinker
bounces below your nipple, which is now pulled downwards by the
added weight on the clamp. your tit is partially supported by the quarter
cup of the corset, and makes an interesting shape as the forward end is
turned downwards over the edge.
By now the second sinker is in my hand, and all I have to do is raise an
eyebrow.
"Yes Master, I am ready for your gift" comes from you, in a trembling
voice.
"Drop or gradual?"
"Please drop it Master ...... aieeeeegh!"
"you do look lovely" I say, watching the tears again forming, and running
down your cheeks. "Maybe just a couple more."
you start to wonder as I again rotate the frame to horizontal, face down.
I disappear behind you, and the first you know of what is happening is
when you feel your labial lips stretched and squeezed as a sinker is
added to each. The moaning continues as I shift you back and forth.
"And now, it's camera time again" I say.
I catch all the angles at which the sinkers pull your clamps, tits and lips.
Then again you are vertical and I get the camera angle from below to
see how the sinkers on your cunt have opened your tunnel to my gaze.
your openness has allowed our mingled juices to run from your cunt
down onto your legs, and the sheen shows the amount of sheer sexual
delight we have enjoyed.
Now my cock is raging and is desperate for satisfaction. While the intensity
of your pain and pleasure has allowed you relief, I have now had almost
four hours of stimulation with no relief.
I rotate you within your frame to a position about 30 degrees off horizontal,
face up, but with your feet well higher than your head. In this position, the
sinkers on your nipples are having no effect, so I remove them, and add
them to the clamps on your labia, this time adding the weight gradually.
your head hangs down from your shoulders, but the rest of your body
is rigidly held in the suspension of the frame. your hair cascades down
toward the floor. your tits hang down towards your shoulders along your
upper chest, with their glittering clamps still crushing your nipples.
I step inside the frame, and crouch in front of your face, placing my hands
on your cheeks. "What happens now is for me - you know that don't you?"
I ask.
"Yes, my Master, I am yours. Have me all and enjoy me all!"
I stand, and slowly bring my cock to your face. I rub the head all over your
face, enjoying how my pre-come glistens in streaks, and mingles with the
remains of your tears.
Now I slowly bring the end to your lips, and rouge your lips by rubbing
slowly back and forth. A slow push, and I enter the heat of your oral cave.
you run your tongue over and around my cock as much as you can. I
ignore your efforts, and slowly fuck in and out of your face. I truly
enjoy the hot wet depth of your mouth, and slowly start to work up the heat
in my loins.
As I get more into the passion of this fuck, I press further forward, almost
lying my body on top of yours. you feel a cold pressure against your cunt,
and then feel your innards again being stretched as something fills your
depths just as another very rigid cock would do.
Then again you jerk with the sensation, as a buzz arises from your cunt,
when I twist the switch of the dildo. you can feel the vibrations through
the entire lower part of your body, and the heat in your loins starts to rise
along with mine.
Satisfied that you are on your way, I now again stand erect, to start to
really saw my cock in and out of your straining lips. As I continue to drive
deeper, I can feel the ring of your throat squeezing the head of my cock.
you know that I will again violate your throat, and struggle to keep it
relaxed as I thrust in deeper. The vibrations running through your groin
keep winding you up, and control is harder to maintain. you know you
must make me come soon, in case you bite as you come.
By now I am thrusting past your throat, and each drive pushes my
cockhead deep into your gullet. My balls brush against your nose each
time I sink into you, bouncing off your upper lip. I am almost insane with
the ecstasy of the moment, and determined to shoot exactly when I wish.
One of your labial clamps twists and falls against the base of the vibrator.
This seems to send a continuing bolt of electricity through your cunt, and
all your muscles start to spasm within the rigid bindings holding you. you
know you are about to completely lose control, and work harder to
force the orgasm from my cock.
As the moment approaches, I lift my hands to the clamps on your breasts.
The sensations wracking your body mean that you do not feel me carefully
lift the strings off your flesh, and wrap them around my fingers.
As I feel the first bolt of come shoot down my shaft, I pull hard on the
strings to lift your tits by the nipples and stretch them away from your
chest. As the scream fills your throat from one direction, I brutally
ram my cock in right to its roots. I hold it deep as your throat writhes
around it, thrusting with my hips against the strength of your neck,
twisting your head back and forth and up and down, and the agony of
your tits and the electricity of the dildo on the weighted clamp again
send you crashing over the edge into orgasm.
As you faint dead away, your entire body relaxes, and I have you
entirely to myself. Again, you have given me all you have to give.
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