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The visit 10
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: The Visit - Part 10
Date: 22 Sep 92 05:18:20 GMT
Here is Part 10 of our series "The Visit". No further parts have been
written at this time, tho' I may add more later if there is any demand.
Only a thoughtful few (thank you to those - you know who you are) have
responded in any way, and the comments have been quite helpful.
As before, I retain copyright, tho' the story can be copied and distri-
buted electronically if this preamble is retained. Thank you
Anyone wishing to comment, or to pass along comments to slave S**
(who wonders if there are other slaves out there who respond in the
same way she does) should email them to me. I will pass along
anything appropriate.
Have fun, yMP - the Royal
[Part 3]
I lift my hot and tired body off you, and you groan as the weight
comes off your belly, which has been squeezed down onto the chair
back. I untie your left hand and remove your breast straps, but leave
the others in place. I remove your spreader bar, and you slowly pull
your legs together, whimpering at the strain in your thighs.
I hand you a soft wet cloth, and you kneel and carefully wipe my cock
and balls, and then the chair where I have enjoyed your depths. you
replace the chair at the table, and await your next instructions.
I allow you to go to the toilet, and then clean yourself up in the
bathroom, while I wait for you on the pull-out double bed. When you
Sorry - wrong file, and the editor won't let me remove it, so ....
try, try again, right -
The story so far (for those who have missed Parts 1 to 9)
Email slave S** has arrived in NZ to spend her vacation with her Master
and his family. The family are away for a few days while the Master
carries out the first sessions with S**. Starting about noon on the
first day of their absence, S** has been sexually stimulated almost
constantly, having been restrained, spanked, required to masturbate and
then wear a double chastity belt, had her breasts bound and tormented,
and been fist fucked, as well as entered in every other way by her
Master. On day two she has been taken shopping where she has been
required to strip for measurements for a custom made corset to be
ordered, and she has had a large dildo inserted for the trip back to the
house, which she makes lying across the floor and back seat of the car.
After lunch she is the subject of an intense photo session during which
she is tied into a stepladder and further tormented. A shower follows,
after which she is tightly and rigidly corsetted, stretched into a
bondage frame and suspended. Her nipples and labia are clamped and
weighted, and again her Master satisfies himself with her body. She
blacks out as his cock spews into her throat ...
(The characters are you and I, as the story was originally written as a
gift to S**. We hope that you enjoy it. She would very much like to
see any comments from other women who see themselves in her position).
[Part 10]
As you slowly regather your senses you realise that you have been
removed from the frame, and are lying on a camp cot, still in your cuffs
and corset. The side of the room is again masked off by the backdrop.
The coolness of the room air in the ground floor room belies the heat of
the day outside the walls. A light blanket has been spread over you,
and though your muscles feel tired, you are relaxed and happy.
As you roll over on the cot, you see me again sitting in the armchair
across the room. you are happy to see my smile, but now start to wonder
how much more you can actually enjoy, before your body collapses
completely. you know that whatever I demand, you will give, in complete
joy, to your Master.
Seeing you awake at last, I walk across and crouch beside your cot.
"you have been out for quite a while my sweet, it's about four o'clock",
I say. "So I think a short rest would be in order. I'm going to
undress you now, and then we'll go swimming and lie in the sun for the
rest of the afternoon."
Of course, I will have some instructions for you in this too.
I take your hand and help you to your feet, where your trembling legs
betray the completeness of your exhaustion. I know that the sun will
help to revive you though, so my fingers quickly move to remove your
cuffs and corset. As the corset's grip on your body relaxes, you are
almost sad to give up its embrace. A few deep breaths, and the friction
of my palms and fingers as I rub your ribs and breasts brings a
tremendous lassitude to your entire body as you relax.
I cross to the bathroom, leaving you standing like a Madonna in the
centre of the room. As I return I see that your blonde hair is fluffed
about your head and mound, and your pink skin has a number of small blue
and red marks where you have endured your punishments. you are like a
beautiful painting that I have created, and you are overjoyed by the
smile that the sight of you brings to my face.
I hand you a large white towel to wrap around yourself, and shoo you off
to the toilet. "No peeing allowed in the pool" I say, with a broad
smile, "I'll meet you upstairs."
When you join me again in the family room, I am in my swimming trunks,
and have my towel and camera in hand.
(My house is on the side of a hill, in a suburban area. There are
houses all around, some overlook the pool, the pool deck overlooks
others. The path to the partially in-ground waist deep pool runs down
from a small deck at the patio doors, and can be seen by anyone in the
valley across to the local school. Of course, it is high summer, and
lots of people are away on vacation, but there is no way to know who may
be in any of the houses around.)
I open the door, and motion for you to walk through. your face
immediately reddens, as you realise that I intend for you to swim naked
- you wonder if I will also take your towel. "I'm feeling charitable my
sweet - you may keep the towel on to walk down."
your relief is written all over your face, but you quickly realise that
I have said nothing about the walk back up.
We sit on the side of the pool deck, with our legs in the water, talking
about the past months and hours. It is lovely to feel the cool water
lapping against our feet and legs, while the sun beats down on our
backs.
I reach across and pull the towel where it is twisted across your chest,
and slip it down from under your arms. you are sitting with your back
to the valley, so if anyone sees from there you _might_ be wearing a
backless suit. Of course there are the windows of the houses further up
the hill staring at you, and you wonder if those black panels hide any
faces looking in your direction.
your eyes immediately ask to be allowed to slip into the pool, and, as I
nod, you slide off the towel and into the water. I watch as you swim
slowly up and down the pool, where the water distorts any detailed view.
But _I_ can see the almost glaring white, where your skin is never
exposed to the sun.
I stand up and move further along the deck, where I spread both towels,
and lie down to enjoy the heat on my body.
Knowing what I expect, after a few minutes, (and after again looking at
the windows up the hill and across the valley) you climb from the water,
and gracefully walk over to the towel. you lie down on the towel on
your front, and hide your blazing face in your arms on the towel.
I sit up, and taking another towel, dry you off and start to apply
tanning cream. After the exertions of the past 36 hours, the heat of
the sun and the smoothness of my hands almost lull you right off to
sleep again. Of course, to remedy this, when my hands massage the oil
along the inside of your thighs, your belly again starts to tense.
Once you are well protected, I again lie down, and tell you what is to
come. "First you can get used to being here, then you will roll over
and get some sun on the front. I want a few photos here, then a couple
in the pool, and then I will go into the house. When I go in, I will
take your towel. When you are ready to come in, you may do so. When
you come in you will _walk_ to the door. Is that understood?"
Although you never realised that this type of "public" display might be
required of you, you know that your Master has always carefully worked
out what is best. Any time that you have not followed his instructions
exactly, things have not gone as well as they might have, had you been
more careful.
(you remember the clothes pegs - when you had been instructed to get
wooden, you bought pink plastic as they looked prettier - the bite from
these on your nipples had been impossible to endure. When your Master
again required you to buy wooden pegs you had done so despite the
knowledge of the earlier pain, and then found that wooden pegs had
rounder edges and weaker springs - you wished you had listened better
the first time).
So quietly you say "yes Master", and wonder at how he has lead you to
such acceptance.
you see me stand with the camera, and know that I am about to record the
exhibition of your beauty. I take a few shots, and then walk past your
feet.
"Spread them slowly, until I tell you to stop" I say.
I watch as you start to slide your legs apart, and the sun shines into
the valley between your legs. When the first glint of pink shows in
your bush I am satisfied.
"Stop. Now look back at me and into the camera." I am sure that these
photos will be lovely. "I'll make sure you get a copy" I say, smiling.
Now I move around in front of your head. Crouching, I say: "Look up at
me... (snap), and now up onto your elbows and show me how those tits
hang... (snap) - wonderful smile... well done. I _love_ how you blush."
Enough photography for now, again I lie down beside you. I slide over
close to you, and slowly push my arm under yours, and then my wrist and
hand under your belly. My hand stops when it is placed directly on your
pussy, and my fingers curl into your sopping slot. As you grind your
mound down onto my palm, my fingers slowly start to work their way over
and into your cunt.
As my fingers slip over and around your pearl, you fold your arms under
your head and moan quietly as your hips start their slow grind. A few
moments is all you get though, and then my hand again slides away. I
intend to keep you hot, wet and wanting.
Now that I have you hot, it's time for my swim. Into the cool water for
a few quick laps, to cool my rising heat and settle the squirming cock
in my suit.
When I have again cooled, I come across to the side of the pool where
you are lying, and instruct you to turn over onto your back. Although
you look at me pleadingly, you know that you must not question my
command, and slowly roll over, exposing yourself to any prying eyes in
the houses up the slope.
"Now place your hands behind your neck" I say, and the arms slowly come
up. "Stay still, or I'll have to restrain you here. This is a test of
your control."
And then my hand slowly reaches out and icy drips start to fall on your
belly. The muscles wrench as each drop hits: the icy water feels like
it is burning your skin. you bite your lip to keep from calling out,
and then I laugh, grab your arm, and pull you into the pool with me.
The shock of the water on your sun-drenched skin is intense, and takes
your breath away for a moment, but you quickly recover and try to splash
back at me. I grab your arms, pull you to me, and give you a tight hug
right in the middle of the pool. A thrilling squeeze, and then I am up
the ladder, collecting the towels, and on the path back into the house.
you are alone in the pool, in the bright late afternoon sun, and you
have to decide when you will again expose yourself to the neighbourhood.
you slowly swim back and forth in the pool to gather your courage, and
then move to the ladder and up. you can feel the water running down
over your body. your nipples are rigidly erect, and feel every drip
that falls away. your tender thighs feel every droplet running from
your bush.
Proud and erect, shoulders back and head high, you start the walk back
to the house. Every step seems to take ages. Every moment you expect
to see a window open and someone call out. you look at the darkness of
the patio doors, and wonder whether your Master is there watching,
checking your behaviour again. you have always wondered how he seemed
to know what you were doing at all times of the night and day, even from
the other side of the world. you wonder whether New Zealand law would
consider this display public indecency. But you know that you are
carrying out your Master's wishes, and that makes everything all right.
As you reach the door it slides open, and my arms reach for you,
wrapping the warm and fluffy swim towel all around you.
"It's not the display I mind, it's just that we don't want water on the
rug now do we?" I say, smiling.
you can only wonder what will come next.
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