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Hi.  My name (actually, my pseudonym) is Robin Young, and this is my

second story to be posted on a.s.b.  (And wow, did it ever turn into a

whopper!)  The first one, dealing with ass-fucking, cross-dressing, and

outdoor sex, seemed to be well received.  I therefore submit this for

your approval.  Male top, female bottom, lots of fetish clothes, lots of

bondage, sex, and pain.  This story is based on a (single) real scene.



Thanks to the Bottiers and to Bill Lemieux, as well as many others, for

the stories that first turned me on to all these things.  Please send me

mail if you like this story.  (Actually, all opinions welcome....)  And

PLEASE, post some stories of your own!



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_The Deep Hunger_



I don't know if you've ever felt it.  I'm not even sure I can describe

it to you if you haven't.  But I have to try.  It's demanding it of me.



It had been a long time since the last time we were together like this,

but tonight there were no distractions, nothing else to be done, nowhere

else for us to go.  And it was here.



She and I had been playing for a couple of years.  We knew each other

well.  And though we switched, I probably topped her more than she me.

Tonight I meant to go further with her than we ever had before.



We lay together, unwinding from the long day.  Resting, talking.  I

played with her hair, longer than her shoulders, as brown as her eyes.

"Let's get out of these clothes," she said.  "I want to be close to

you."



"I know what you mean."  We undressed, and got in bed together.

Snuggled next to her, my leg draped over hers under the sheets, was

comfortable and sensual.  "Mmmm, you feel really good."



"So do you," she replied.  I reached for the bong and filled it with

some pot, and offered it to her.  The offer was accepted with a cloud of

the sweet-smelling smoke, and she smiled, handing it back.  We relaxed,

letting the tensions of the real world flow away.  This is our ritual,

sometimes; it's a pleasant variation on the familiar progression into

the space where all we need to be is sex.



As we cuddled, she began moving against me, ever so slightly.  I started

to feel her smooth skin, her hair brushing against my face, more clearly

somehow.  She wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to her, and I

brought my mouth to her neck and kissed, a kiss that turned into a bite

as she stretched her head back and moaned.  She pushed her hips against

me, and I moved my leg between her thighs and pressed upwards with it,

as she pushed harder and began to rock on my thigh.  My heart was

speeding up, and I could feel hers doing the same.  "You're really...

getting to me," I said between bites, licking her during each bite to

feel like (but not be) a hickey.  I sucked on her nipples as well,

nibbling them into hardness, then biting and licking their tips.



When she could speak again, she said, "I want you to hurt me.  I feel

like I need to be tied up and beaten and fucked."  Hearing her ask for

what she wanted made my heart swell, and wonder how I had been so lucky

as to fall in love with her.  Her hair was falling across her breasts,

and she looked hungry... as hungry as I felt for her.  There was no need

for any pretext of punishment tonight; we both wanted this, and her

slavery would be simple submission to her own desires.



I moved my mouth close to her ear, and spoke deeply.  "I love you.  I

feel like I'm burning deep down inside, I want you so badly.  I need to

take pleasure from you, for the next few hours.  I want you to be my sex

slave.  And I really want to cause you pain."  She breathed deeply, her

eyes a little lowered, looking at me with that lust that comes only with

deeply needing to give yourself.  She bit her lip when I told her in

some detail what else I wanted to do, but my fingers in her pussy told

me she was very ready for everything, and then some.  It was late, but

tonight I felt like my desire for her was filling me up and making me

glow, pushing fatigue completely away.  And if she became slightly

sleepy, well, I knew what to do about that.



I reached for the spiked collar that lay by the bed.  "Are you ready to

wear this?"  She knew that as long as she wore it, she would be my

slave, and would serve me in whatever way I wanted.  And she knew

tonight I wanted her very badly.  I could see all of this in her face as

she said,



"Yes."



She held her hair back as I placed and locked the collar snugly around

her neck.  "Thank you, Master," she said simply, irresistibly.  I pulled

her mouth to mine by her collar, and we kissed, our lips and tongues

melting into each other.  I was already hard, and she spread her legs to

let me lie with my balls pressed against her clit, my weight on her,

still holding her mouth to mine with the collar.



The kiss went on, sliding and sucking, already becoming one of those

completely open kisses in which the heart is very close to the lips.  It

felt like the kiss became words.  I was telling her she was mine now,

and how much I loved it.  She replied with such a wave of desire that I

almost swooned, blood rushing into my cock.  We embraced with our

tongues, each stroke sending ripples through our bodies.  I knew she

would happily kiss for hours, just like this, but I pulled away slowly

with a few last kisses and one last lick.  I leaned back on my elbow and

said, "Slave, I want you to light those candles and that incense."



She lay back and sighed deeply, but as I stood up she realized I wanted

her to follow my instructions, and sat up and reached for the side table

where the candles were.  I walked out the bedroom door, on the balls of

my feet, feeling very powerfully energized.  In the living room, I

pressed shuffle-play on the CD; the changer began picking songs, which

it could (and would need to) do for the next four hours.



She had laid her clothes out on the sofa when she arrived that

afternoon.  I picked up the bag holding her corset, as well as her black

leather ankle boots.  I knew the five-inch heels on the boots would make

her disinclined to walk around, which was just as I wanted it.  I wanted

her to stay where I put her. I turned off the lamp, and saw the bedroom

lamp was out as well.  Good.



Then into the playroom, picking up the latex stockings and gloves.  Both

were black, and freshly polished; I had used the Black Beauty last

night.  The stockings would come up to the top of her legs, just under

her ass.  The gloves were shoulder-length.  Latex was one of my

strongest fetishes; the combination of tightness and sensitivity, the

silky warmth of it.  She hadn't been much into it when we met, but

seeing the effect it had on me when she wore it was enough to break the

ice, and now its very feel turned both of us on.



I brought all these clothes in to her as she was finishing the last of

the candles.  The incense sent up a delicious cloud, perfuming the room,

and the candles' glowing light illuminated her sweet body.  I laid the

clothes down on the bed and hugged her, sliding my hands down her back

and to her ass, squeezing and pulling her thighs apart.  "Oh, yes, yes,"

she sighed into my shoulder, holding me, and I kissed her deeply, then

lightly, then brushed my lips against her forehead.  Our words are the

least eloquent part of our communication and our lovemaking, but the

simplest "yes" can speak worlds.



Motioning at the bed, I said, "Slave, I want you to braid your hair and

dress yourself in those clothes."



"Yes, master," she said, moving to the other edge of the bed and

sitting.  She picked up the stockings, unrolling one up her leg, pulling

the wrinkles out of it with her open hands.  The black latex crept up

over each leg, in the candlelight.  I drank in the sight for a moment,

hearing the familiar squeak and rustle, then pulled myself away back

into the playroom.



Now it was time to get the toys.  My playroom is really just a big

closet--big enough for a wood frame which supports a sling, as well as

two chains from which my toys hang.  It's a cozy layout.



I had been thinking for a couple of weeks about tonight, and about the

different scenes I wanted to create with her.  I knew pretty much just

what toys I wanted.  I took the the leather arm binder, which was a

large sack into which both arms could be placed, elbows together and

wrists together.  I also took the slotted leather ankle cuffs, a long

black strap with holes all along its length, a black belt with three

D-rings on it, and a few snap hooks.



I put the toys down with the others, and knelt on the bed behind my

slave lover.  Her hair was braided, and she was just putting the corset

around her waist.  I helped her close the busket on the front.  Her

corset was black leather with purple trim, and satin on the inside.  She

absolutely loved to wear it; she said it felt and looked so good it made

her horny every time she wore it.  I tightened the laces just slightly,

as she wasn't a regular tightlacer and she would be in this corset for

several hours.  She stretched the garters from the bottom of the corset,

attaching them to the stockings.  Now the stockings would remain snugly

around her legs no matter what position I put her in.  The D-ringed belt

buckled around her waist.



She leaned her head back and I kissed her on the mouth, then along the

jaw, and licked her ear before returning to her mouth.  I kissed her

again, and again, bringing the heat rushing to her face, before

releasing her again and standing up.  I smiled to see her, flushed and

breathing unevenly as she adjusted to the corset's continual embrace.

But she knew what she'd not yet done, and she put her feet up on the bed

near the table with the candles, so she could see well enough to lace

her boots.



I put the final ingredient on the other side table: a quart of lube in a

pump-top bottle that could be operated with one hand.  Was that

everything?  Almost--a blindfold, and a thin, innocuous brown leather

belt, completed the collection.  I looked at it all for a moment, and

then quickly sat behind my slave, startling her slightly.  She was

buckling the straps at the top of the ankle boots, and I put my chin on

her shoulder as she strained to reach her feet, the corset making things

difficult.  When she finished I handed her the black latex gloves, and

she easily pulled them up her arms, flexing her fingers to stretch the

glossy black around her hand.  The latex went up almost to her

shoulders, not overly tight, and once the second one was on she leaned

back into me, one gloved hand reaching back to stroke my cock.



The silky feel of her fingers on the sensitive skin made my whole body

twitch, as I noticed the slippery precum that was coating the head of my

cock.  I reached between her legs and spread her lips with my fingers,

and she groaned and arched her back as I slipped a finger into her

wetness.



I took her by the collar and pulled her down onto her back on the bed.

I pinned her arms over her head, tightly gripping each latex-covered

wrist, feeling her warmth through the thin gloves.  I brought my knee

between her legs again and this time she squirmed, writhing on my thigh,

pressing her pussy into my leg.  She was moving beneath me, struggling

as much against the bondage-like clothes as against my hands.  I sank

down onto her and silenced her gasp with my mouth.  I took her mouth

again and again with my tongue, as she moved beneath me, and my pulse

started to roar in my ears.



It was in full force now.  She was melting underneath me.  I was very

powerfully high from the control she was giving me over her and by how

much I wanted to make love to her.  We ground our bodies together,

fanning the flames, becoming desperate to use and be used.  She bucked,

and sighed, "Oh, God, Master..."



"Yes, slave, it's time," I growled, and she stiffened.  "Do you know

what I want to do to you?"



"You want to hogtie me and fuck my face, Master," she said, flushing

again, and I kissed her, making a low noise deep in my throat.  She

closed her eyes and shuddered, arching her back again and pushing her

breasts against me.



I pulled back and kneeled, drawing her up with me swiftly by her

shoulders.  My arms went around her and held her, tightly, as I kissed

her again.  Her lips were so sweet, so yielding, and I devoured her as

she moaned.  My hands moved to her arms, and placed them together,

elbows close, wrists held together.  She sighed, and bent her shoulders

backwards.  I reached for the armbinder and pulled it up her arms, her

wrists slipping down into the little sack at its end.  Two straps went

under her arms, each one crossing above her breasts to buckle behind the

opposite shoulder.  These straps I pulled snug, securing the binder.

The straps, crossing in an X shape, compressed her breasts from above,

as did the corset from below; and I couldn't resist paying some quick

attention to her jutting nipples now that she couldn't do anything to

stop me.  She thrust her breast into my mouth as I sucked her nipple

between my teeth, and then I was behind her again, tightening the lacing

on the glove.  Finally I snugged the straps around her elbows and around

her wrists, and she was completely and helplessly mine, her arms

strapped behind her back in the armbinder's leather embrace.



I knelt behind her, and reached around to cup her breasts with my hands.

I squeezed them as I bit and sucked her neck, feeling the spikes on her

collar dig into my face.  Her breathing was ragged, and she made deep

sounds of pain and lust, as I tightly squeezed her nipples--then

stopped. She wavered slightly as I buckled and padlocked wide black

leather cuffs around her ankles; they fit snugly over the buckles of her

boots and the polished gleam of her stockings.



"I want you to lie down now," I told her, my cock swelling as I said it.

She responded by kissing me as though she wanted to make up for being

unable to use her arms.  I lowered her to her belly on the bed, the

glove making this tricky as she couldn't use her hands.  Her chin was

just at the edge of the bed, and she bent her knees and put her ankles

in the air--and bucked as I ran a finger along the swollen, wet edge of

her pussy.  She thrust her ass into the air, pursuing my finger.  "You

slut," I said, "I've barely touched you yet and already you're desperate

to get fucked."



"Yes, yes, Master," she sighed.  "Please use your slave--I need it,

please, Master..." and she melted as I buckled a wide strap above her

knees.  Then I looped a piece of rope through her ankle cuffs, tying

them together.  Now her legs were as tightly bound as her arms.  I put a

blindfold on her, placing the band under her braid; it couldn't slip

off.  And the end of the piece of rope I wove through her braid, finally

pulling it taut.  I tightened it until her ankles were pulling her head

back, until her mouth was in line with her throat.



She was all mine now, collared and hogtied, arms laced and strapped

behind her back, mouth ready and accessible.  I put a towel-covered

pillow on the floor just below her chin, and kneeled on it.  My cock was

just at the level of her lips if I brought my hips to her face.  But I

kneeled low, and as I licked her lips I told her, "I'm going to fuck

your throat now."  Her only response was a moan as her mouth opened to

mine, and the hunger in her kiss fueled my erection.



I pulled away and finally, finally, brought my cock head to her lips.

She reached for it and wrapped her lips and tongue around it, and I

eased forward, slipping into her wet and tender mouth.  There is no

feeling like this, anywhere.  She could do nothing but suck me with all

her attention; fucking someone's face is intensely personal, using the

place whence they breathe and eat and speak purely as a fuck-hole She

moved her head as much as she could, pulling back a little--a little

more than I wanted.



So I looped the thin belt around her neck, above the collar, and snugged

it up.  She groaned as I held it with one hand and settled down to some

real fucking.



She really couldn't move her mouth more than an inch or two, and I took

full advantage of having total control over her sucking me.  I slid in

and out of her mouth slowly and evenly, then went deep, cutting off her

air.  The feeling of her throat muscles contracting around my cockhead

damn near made me come right away, but I eased back, wanting to savor

this.  She gulped and gasped through her nose, and I pulled the belt

just a little tighter and went deep again, feeling her tongue almost

licking my balls.



"You're such a slut," I told her, between ragged breaths.  "You're

hogtied here on my bed, you're sucking my cock, I've got a strap around

your neck, and there's nothing you can do about it.  And soon I'm going

to come in your throat--" and at this she let out a long moan and tried

even harder to swallow me.



I couldn't keep this up for long; her whole body was shuddering as she

strove to swallow me every time I forced myself into her throat.  She

was so hot, blindfolded, tightly bound in leather and rubber, gagged

with my cock.  A few more cycles of pulling back to feel her lips and

tongue-tip, followed by sliding to the back of her mouth again, and I

felt myself pulsing and pumping out precum.  I pulled out one last time,

starting to shake, and she gasped a deep breath--



I pulled the belt two notches tighter, squeezing her neck, feeling the

come gathering in my balls.  Her head was held completely still now.  I

couldn't control myself, my hips bucked and my cock filled her mouth and

reached into her throat, and she struggled and choked on it.  She kept

her mouth open, swallowing me, as my hips ground into her face and I

came!  And I came, and came, her involuntary gagging squeezing it out of

me, wringing me dry.



I released the belt the instant my muscles unlocked, feeling my

rapidly-softening cock still pulsing as her throat released it.  She

inhaled sharply, sucking the come from my cock, keeping it between her

lips.  I pulled loose the rope to her ankles, and she breathed deeply in

relief as her head sagged forwards, my cock slipping out of her mouth.

I bent and hugged her, kissing her back, her ears, her lips, wiping her

face with the still-dry part of the towel.  Her mouth was even rawer and

more open than it had been, feeling thoroughly slicked and filled with

blood, sex juice smeared on her lips and face.  "Yes, Slave," I told her

between kisses, "you were wonderful!"



"So were you, Master," she said quietly, "but my arms are really sore.

Please--"



"Yes, I'm done with this armbinder," I told her, as I loosened its

straps and pulled it off.  She yelped, then sagged, as she moved her

arms to her sides; the binder made her elbows ache very quickly, a fact

which I'd adopted to this scene.  It was a race between her discomfort

and my self-control, and I'd learned how to walk the edge with her, well

enough that we'd played this scene many times before.  (If the smile on

ber still-blindfolded face was any indication, we'd be playing it

again!)



I unstrapped her knees and untied her ankles, and she rolled over, as I

lay on top of her and began kissing her again.  I'd taken the edge off

my hunger, and now it was time to feed hers, before settling down to a

long night of torturing her.  That one face-fuck, powerful as it was,

was nowhere near enough to fill the desire I had for her that night.  I

meant to take her until we were both utterly exhausted, and that wasn't

anywhere near the case.  Not yet.



But for the moment, at least, I was satisfied.  She was dripping wet;

getting face-fucked always turned her on incredibly.  "Lie back on the

pillows," I told her, rising off of her.  "I'm going to get you off, but

I need to chain you up first."



"As you wish, Master," she told me, smiling as she lay back on the

layers of pillows at the head of the bed.



I stood, relishing the sight of her, still corseted, cuffed, gloved, and

collared.  Her legs were spread, inviting me to notice her swollen

pussy, practically radiating heat.  And I watched her look at me, my

cock still dripping just a little, my body naked in the candlelight.  I

could feel her anticipation, her need to come soon; she knew as well as

I that her orgasm would open her up yet further, and make it easier to

slip into the pain that I was soon to scourge her with....



 ...but one thing at a time!  I stepped into the closet briefly to select

a handful of toys: some snap hooks and padlocks, four short lengths of

chain, the double-locking handcuffs, and the requisite keys.  I returned

to the bedroom, and put all the metal on the bed.  Taking her wrists in

my hand, I looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you want to know what I'm

going to do to you?"



"Yes, Master, please tell me," she said softly, looking at me and

sliding her pussy down the bed to rub against my knee.  The contact made

me smile; her un-self-conscious urge to be pleasured, to feel her sex,

touched me.  I decided to give her something special, once I'd bound

her.



"I need to lock you up before I tell you, slave," I said, smiling a

little, and she smiled as well.  She felt so happy at that moment, glad

to be mine.



I knew my slave liked a lot of intense sensation.  Hot wax, canes,

whips, clothespins.  Sharp and biting, and deep and aching.  And when

I'd gotten the electrical box, rather like a TENS unit but simpler,

along with the dildo with the two metal strips along each side... and

when she'd played with it, and gotten over her fear... well, it became

one of her favorites.  Tonight I was going to reward her with it, since

she had done such a good job sucking me.  My cock pulsed at the thought,

already hardening a little.



I reached for the cuffs and, looking into her eyes, closed them around

her hands.  They clicked as the ratchets closed on her gloved wrists,

and I locked them when they were tight enough to be inescapable but not

so tight they pinched her tendons.  Then I locked the middle of a short

chain to her collar, and locked the loose ends to her cuffs.  Next came

a chain from the back of her collar to an eyebolt on the head of the

bed, also padlocked at both ends.  And the last two chains, with the

snaphooks, quickly linked her ankles to the bottom two corners of the

futon, spreading her latex-stockinged legs widely.



She leaned forwards a little, feeling the chain pull on her collar.  "I

can't free myself, can I?" she said, feeling the padlocks behind her

neck with her cuffed hands.



"No, you can't," I told her, reaching for her nipples as she gripped the

chain to her handcuffs and tugged experimentally on it.  "You can't

reach your ankles, either, so you're stuck here."  I played with her

nipples a little, then told her, "Here, I want you to play with your

breasts while I get a special toy for you."  She promptly obliged,

stroking them with her gloved fingers as I went into the closet once

again.



I returned with a large black plastic dildo, with two silvery strips

down its length, on opposite sides.  Two wires trailed from the end,

leading to a small black box I held, which had four dials and two

buttons on it.  Her eyes widened as she saw it in my hand, and she

smiled, eager and nervous at once.  "Electricity, master?" she asked,

voice betraying her desire.



"Yes, slave.  I'm going to put this inside you," I told her, "while I

suck on your clit.  And you're going to turn it up until it makes your

pussy throb, and then you're going to come, until I'm done sucking on

you."



She bit her lip and flexed her legs, making the chains creak.  She

folded her hands on her chest, and tried to widen her thighs just a

little more.  I reached between her legs, and with two fingers stroked

some of her slick wetness up to the smooth bead of her clit.  She arched

her back and pulled on her handcuffs, making the chain taut.  "Yes,

Master, please!"



"Oh, yes, slave, it's time," I told her intently, while sliding my

fingers back down inside her.  She closed her eyes and her pussy pulsed

as I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her heat and wetness for the

first time tonight.  Stroking her there, her pussy soon opened enough to

admit three fingers, then four.  And with each additional finger she

moved he body just a little more, slowly gyrating on my hand, feeling me

pushing into her and opening her.



I slicked the dildo up with lube, and slid it into her pussy, and she

moaned as its hardness filled her.  Holding it inside her, I reached for

the control box, and gave it to her.  I pushed the left button, and a

blinking red light began flashing on the box, as she reached for the

dial marked "Power" and began turning it very slowly.



"I want you to adjust this so it feels just right to make you come," I

said, sliding down between her legs until my lips were at her clit.  I

knew that she would adjust the box, changing the frequency and pulse

rate of the electricity from the little nine-volt battery inside it,

until it became a stinging hotness deep inside her.  The charges gave

her tiny contractions, going straight into her nerves and waking up her

entire cunt, all the way back and everywhere on the surface.  As I

reached for her tender clit with my mouth, I could see her steadily

turning the knobs on the box, holding it with hands locked in shiny

steel.



I tongued her inner lips apart, and swirled my tongue tip around her

clit, causing her to thrust into my face.  I laid on my hands, holding

the butt plug firmly inside her, as I began lightly stroking her with my

tongue.  Her clit swelled with each lick, and I could feel the sensation

flooding her, touching her most intimately, blood rushing to meet the

pleasure.  I pressed in, just a little, and felt her gasp.



When I'm licking her pussy I can feel what it feels like to her.  I

listened to what my mouth told me, varying the stroke slightly now and

again, to either let her ride on a steady stream of pleasure, or tease

her and make her hungrier and more excited.  And then I sucked her clit

wholly into my mouth, closing my teeth gently around its base, and

flicking it with my tongue; she froze, quivering, her pussy clenching

around the hard dildo which kept probing her with its insistent pain.



I began licking again, slowly, and she relaxed, telling me, "Yes,

Master, yes... please, like that...."  And I gave it to her, just like

that, licking her ever so slightly harder as I went on, but never

increasing the slow tempo.  Her clit leaped under my tongue, and I

caressed it with my lips as well, building her up and up...  suddenly I

felt her pussy clench again, and again, and I kept licking, not moving a

millimeter, as her legs pulled up and her back arched, and all the

muscles in her pelvis squeezed down together!  She was coming, again and

again, the contractions shaking her whole body; her clit bucked with her

hips, and I followed it, maintaining my steady rhythm.  She kept coming,

groaning as she breathed, the chains creaking as she stuggled and

writhed in her bonds.  I could see her stomach below the corset jerking

with each wave of her orgasm.  Each pass of my tongue over her clit

produced another twitching spasm of her pussy.  I kept licking, and she

just kept coming, and coming, riding the waves, all the sensations from

her clothes and chains and engorged sex washing over her and mastering

her.



Finally it ebbed away, and with a few last lingering licks I

straightened up and turned the box off.  Her eyes were closed and she

was almost panting.  "That was a delicious orgasm, slave," I told her,

as I took the box from her fingers.



"Yes, it was, Master.  Thank you!" she said, opening her eyes and

looking towards me, her heart very close to the surface now.  I

unchained her, and snuggled next to her, kissing her.  She was

completely relaxed, and still flushed from coming; her heart was beating

strongly, and I felt her love, simple and clear now.  Her pleasure had

washed all doubt out of her.



"You will let me do anything to you now, won't you, slave?" I asked her,

my arms encircling and hugging her.



"Yes, Master, anything," she told me, hugging me back, and stroking me.

"I love you...."



"And I love you, my sweet slave!" I said, kissing her, tasting her lips

and tongue and drinking their surrender.  "I love you so much I have to

hurt you.  Do you want that?"



"I need it, Master," she said quietly, looking up at me.  I kissed her

again, deeply, before standing and cleaning the handcuffs and their

chains off the bed.  I motioned to her to lie on her belly on a pillow,

legs outstretched to the bed corners, arms above her head with wrists

close together.



>From the closet I took a pair of heavy metal shackles linked by a thick

chain, as well as a paddle, several canes, and a few small whips.  I

screwed the shackles closed around her wrists, using their hex-wrench

key, and padlocked the chain to the head of the bed.  The shackles were

padded with black leather, making them safe for extended (and strenuous)

wear.  Then the ankle chains were reattached, and she was once again

helpless, the wide cuffs around her wrists immovable as the ones around

her ankles.  Her ass was framed by the black-and-purple of the corset

and the black of her stockings, and I reached for it, taking one cheek

in each hand and squeezing.  I lifted her off the bed by her ass, and

she wrapped her hands around the shackles' chains, pushing up at me.

She wanted this, as badly as I did.



The prospect of hurting her seemed to focus my sight, making my senses

more vivid and acute.  I picked up a small whip and began lightly

beating her ass, warming her up, the soft tails caressing her.  A little

of this, and I went to using just my hands, spanking her until her ass

warmed and flushed.  Its redness bespoke its sensitivity, and I used a

stingy little whip to wake it up even more, followed by more spanking.

She moved her ass under the blows, welcoming them, even reaching for

them; they were still pure pleasure, massaging her.



Then I began spanking her harder, almost tiring out my arm, and she

started tugging on her chains as the blows became painful.  I reached

for the paddle, and brought it down solidly on first one buttock, then

the other, then both at once right over her asshole.  This made her

struggle, but she still was quiet, which let me know she wanted yet

more.  I obliged with four whacks on her ass just above her pussy that

shot through her and made her yelp, but I'd already stopped, stroking

her pussy lips with a finger.  She relaxed back down onto the bed,

starting to float, carried on the throbbing in her ass.



I reached for the long wooden cane, polished and light, and began gently

tapping her with it in a calming rhythm.  As I tapped I gradually,

slowly, made each blow heavier, until I was sending each stroke firmly

from my wrist, first one side then the other.  She tensed slightly as I

hit her harder, and I eased back just a little, placing my hand on her

back.  "Relax, slave," I told her, still keeping the pace.  "Breathe...

just breathe into the pain."



She did, inhaling as deeply as possible given the corset.  I began

hitting her harder, the cane making tiny swishing sounds now, then

larger sounds, whick, whick, and then I pulled way back for a hard

stroke--WHICK--and another, and by the time she was yanking the chains I

was licking her glowing ass, the slick feeling making her relax once

again.



Another cane now, this one thinner and made of plexiglas, and I started

right in with a fast heavy beat.  I could feel the pain sinking deep

into her, making me hungrier to push her and see how far she could go.

I was really using my arm now.  Her eyes were closed, her face bent down

into the pillow.  "I love beating you like this, slave," I said, holding

her with one hand at the small of her back, while I kept bringing the

cane right down on the bottom of her ass.



She sighed, "Yes, Master," then shuddered as I hit her harder still.

She was so gorgeous, so open to me, that I wanted to beat her into

pieces, watch the bruises rise, make her leak tears.  I caned her again

and again, then went back to spanking her, the flat of my hand making

her cry out, my palm throbbing after each blow.  I punched her, beating

her ass with my fists, kneading the muscles deeply.  Then the thin

wooden cane again, bringing it down swick swick swick, swick SWICK SWICK

SWICK, and then I was biting her, sinking my teeth in.  She was grinding

her mound into the bed, the heat from her ass flooding her body.



I beat her for a timeless time, savoring her pain, and finally reached

again for the cane.  "Ten more blows, slave," I told her, my heart

pounding.  She only raised her ass higher in the air, too deep to say

anything.  I pulled my arm far back for each blow, snapping my wrist to

bring the cane down hard enough to make a white indentation after each

blow.  She tensed, her booted feet tugging at their chains, her jaw

clenched on a scream that built with each blow until she was yelling out

loud by the tenth, crying out and struggling to get away from me.  I

relished her involuntary, and futile, attempt to escape....



I dropped the cane and began massaging her ass, stroking it with the

slickness from her pussy, and she moaned and tried to spread her legs.

She was hungry to get fucked again, only it wasn't her mouth that wanted

it this time, it was the cleft between her legs, now swollen with a

deeper hunger fueled by the way I'd hurt her.



It was time to finish her.



Unhooking her ankles and wrists, I turned her over and hugged her,

kissing her slowly and langorously.  She reached for me and held me,

bringing her legs up and wrapping them around me, the latex warm and

smooth against my naked skin.  "I want to tie you up and put you in the

sling, slave," I told her, looking down into her face.



"Yes, yes, thank you, Master!" she smiled, rubbing her pussy against the

base of my cock.  I pressed my hips into her, and inhaled sharply at the

sweetness of her sex against mine.  Yes, it was time to fuck her, to put

her once again at my mercy and use her until we were both completely

satiated.



I pulled her up to a sitting position, and took a long piece of rope,

which had a small knot at its midpoint.  I placed this knot in the

middle of her back, then wrapped the rope over her shoulders and under

her arms, wrapping it around her chest and under and over her breasts.

Finally I had a secure rope harness which compressed and held her

breasts securely, thrusting them outwards, making their sweet pink

nipples stand firmly erect.  I caressed them, nibbling each one, making

her sigh with the biting pleasure of it.  I reached for the key ring and

unlocked her collar, removing it.  And I passed a rope through the back

loop of her waist belt, tying it at its midpoint.



Standing again, I picked up a latex hood.  This hood is molded rubber,

polished black, and it fits tightly over the head, lacing up the back.

It has nostril tubes, a small mouth hole, and smaller eye holes.  I

opened the laces widely and slipped it onto her face, pulling it up

until her chin slipped into its place, and then pulling it around her

head, stretching the shiny rubber smooth.  She reached up to the nose of

the hood, fiddling with it.  I knew she was inserting the nostril tubes

into her nose, ensuring she'd be able to breathe easily, while also

penetrating her with the hood's clinging intimacy.  This hood had taken

her a long time to get used to, and was still a very intense experience

for her, especially once I laced the eyelets on its back closed, pulling

the laces tight.  Her head looked as though it had been dipped in glossy

black, and her lips protruded slightly through the mouth hole, her nose

reduced to two small holes at the end of a slight bulge in the hood.

Her eyes looked out at me as though from the bottom of a well, telling

me how much she was trusting me.



I kissed her, licking her lips, feeling the latex slick around them.

She could only open her mouth slightly; the hood would only stretch with

jaw-aching effort.  I slipped my tongue between her lips and she moaned,

the kiss intensified by being so confined.  I stroked her breasts,

gripping them and squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger,

thrusting my tongue as deeply into her mouth as I could.  I kept kissing

her as I took the collar and locked it again around her neck over the

hood; now the hood was unremovable without the keys to the collar.  Her

lovely hair flowed out the back of the hood down her neck.



Around her wrists I buckled wrist restraints that wrapped around her

palm as well, with hooks in the middle of each palm.  These restraints

were intended to make it comfortable and safe to bind someone's arms

over their head by the hands; regular cuffs would slip or bind, but you

could pull all day on these restraints and be perfectly safe... and

secure.  Ordinary padded cuffs went around her elbows, and I bent to

suck her nipples again, putting one hand between her legs.  She quickly

leaned back on the bed, unsteady, beginning to feel sensory overload

just from all the latex and leather wrapped and strapped onto her body.

"Oh, God, yes, Master!" she panted.  I finger-fucked her for a moment,

her breathing ragged in the hood.  Then I stood up, and helped her get

slowly to her feet.



"Walk very carefully, slave," I told her, my voice pitched to reach

through the hood and be easily heard.  "I know you're very high right

now, and I want you to walk to the sling with me."



"Yes, Master," she said, her voice slightly muffled and very, very

aroused.



I walked with her into the closet, where the sling was hanging by chains

from its wooden frame.  It was about to become our flying carpet to

travel to an incredibly wonderful place.  The sling hangs from four

chains, two at its head and two at its base, and another strap passes

under the small of the back.



I helped her back up to the sling; then she sat on the edge, and leaned

back into it, lifting up her legs.  Her head lay between the two top

chains, and her ass extended slightly beyond the bottom edge of the

sling.  She hung there, legs spread and lying on her back, her eyes

shining.  I clipped her ankles to chains hanging from the frame, and did

likewise with her elbow cuffs.  Then I took two large padlocks and

locked her hands to the chains which supported the upper sling.  She

sighed deeply as the locks snapped shut.



"Yes, slave," I told her, my cock stiffening without being touched.

"You're helpless again, and I'm going to fuck you."



"Oh, Master, I can't believe what you're doing to me," she sighed.

"Please, please, fuck me... I need you inside me, please, Master...."



"Soon, my sweet slave, very soon... but I must completely prepare you

first," I said, as I wrapped a long belt around the sling at her waist.

Another strap went around each thigh, and I buckled her tightly to the

sling.  Now she couldn't free herself from the sling no matter how hard

she thrashed.



I was amazed at how wonderfully good her pussy looked, wide open for me.

I leaned forward and kissed her again, hugging her, making her writhe

against me as our tongues caressed each other.  She pulled on her

restraints, but they held her arms snugly above her head.  I could reach

every part of her, and I would.  And she was so turned on I knew she

would love to be tortured before being fucked.



I pulled up a chair that was just beside me, and sat, which put her

pussy at face level.  Beside the sling was a low table, on which sat a

small butt plug, only a half-inch wide and about four inches long.  I

put a condom on it and smeared it with lube, then put on a latex glove

and slicked that up as well.  When I touched her anus she let out a long

moan, and I stroked her, sliding the slippery lube all around her

deliciously sensitive asshole.  I loved fingering her here, knowing how

vulnerable it was making her feel, this intensely sexual, unavoidable,

and humiliating touch.



My other hand went to stroke her clit as I slid a finger gently into her

ass, and she rocked her clit against my finger as I pushed lube inside

her.  Then I slid the dildo into place, and took the ropes tied to the

rear of her belt, pulling them over the end of the butt plug and up,

framing her pussy.  I tied the ropes to the sides of her belt.  The plug

was held snugly in place.  I could see her pussy clenching as she

squeezed down on it, not budging it, but making her ass and cunt even

more swollen.



I took some clothespins from a little box on the table, showing them to

her.  Her breathing quickened, and I could see fear on her face.  "Don't

worry, slave," I told her.  "I've stretched these out.  You can handle

them."  She relaxed, a little.



I pinched her left breast just next to the nipple, and put a clothespin

there, releasing it slowly to let her adjust to its pinching.  Another

one went on the other side of the nipple.  Then another next to that,

and then to the other breast, placing three symmetrically.  I paused for

a moment to lick her clitoris, and she almost yelled.  Back to her

breasts and three more clothespins each, and then I returned to stroking

her clit, fingering her this time.  The way I kept jacking her off made

it easy for her to accept the clothespins biting her breasts; they just

increased the humming sex energy that kept building and building inside

her.



I picked up a pair of nipple clamps connected by a black chain, and put

one on each nipple, tightening it until the nipple bulged from between

the black rubber grips.  I knew this final touch would focus and unify

all the pain in her breasts, blasting her even higher.



Sitting down and picking up another clothespin, I took one of her outer

pussy lips, and put the clothespin on it.  Another, and then two on the

other side.  I held the clothespins in each hand and pulled her pussy

open with them, exposing her clit, standing out, glistening with her

sweet and salty juices.  I embraced it with my lips, and she rocked

towards me, completely desperate.  I pulled back after teasing her twice

more, and put another clothespin on each side.  Then I tied thin black

cords around her inner thighs, over the clothespins, so they would be

held back out of the way.  Her pussy was held open now, as though pinned

to some collector's board, her clit distended at the top, her pussy lips

almost dripping.  God, I wanted to fuck her.  My cock was leaking come.

How long had that been going on?  I wasn't sure.  Seeing her like this

was making it hard to think straight....  I focused, and stroked her

open pussy with my fingers again, calming her and arousing her at the

same time.



"I need to gag you now," I told her, looking deep into her eyes.



She said, "Thank you, Master," and then I was kissing her, forcing her

mouth open, stretching the hood myself.  She struggled as I devoured her

lips and teeth and tongue, making the most of this last kiss before I

filled her mouth.  This single kiss was better than some entire dates

I'd had.



I took the inflatable pump gag off the wall.  It was a rubber strap,

sized to go around the head at mouth level.  In the middle of the strap,

a rubber balloon poked through a hole; the balloon was connected to a

squeeze bulb by a tube.  I folded the balloon, and put it through her

mouth hole, between her lips, and into her mouth.  The strap went around

her head, and I buckled it, making sure not to block her nose holes with

it.  Now she had a strap over her mouth, from the center of which

protruded a tube with a squeeze bulb and valve at the end.  I turned the

valve, and started stroking her pussy again.  I squeezed the bulb once,

and she made a muffled sound as the balloon in her mouth inflated

slightly.  I squeezed again, and her louder cry was somewhat more

muffled; again, and she was doing her best to hump my hand as it rubbed

her clit, moaning into the gag that now completely filled her mouth.

The hood held her mouth tightly shut around it, sucking the rubber,

constricting her breathing slightly and making her even more intensely

aware of her helplessness.  Her eyes looked pleadingly at me, begging me

to fuck her, to use her, before she went crazy with need.



I sat back down and began licking her clit, long, slow licks that made

her moan again into the gag.  While licking I started stroking my cock.

It leaped at the sudden slick feel of my fingers, and rapidly grew

completely hard, sending little shivers of pleasure through me.  I

picked up a towel and dried my hands, then reached to the table for a

Pleasure Plus condom.  Opening it, I stopped licking long enough to put

some Astroglide in its tip, then rolled it up my cock.  A little more

Astroglide in the palm of my hand, and I started licking again, jacking

myself off as well.



I very quickly was even harder than I had been, and she made muffled,

happy sounds as I stood between her legs.  I put my cock at the entrance

to her pussy, carefully so as not to bump the clothespins.  And I slid

into her... deep inside, and her cunt grabbed my cock and made love to

it.  This was where I had wanted to be for so many weeks.  This might be

where I'd always wanted to be.  Now that I was here I never wanted to

leave.



My hips pulled back a little, then thrust again into her, her pussy wet,

hot, and tight.  Her pussy lips were stretched around his cock at her

entrance, and the ass plug filled her, squeezing her cunt around my

cock.  I felt like I was opening her with my cock, making a space where

there had been none before, fucking a new hole in her.  She began

rocking in the sling, and I joined with her, my cock starting to fuck

her in a steady rhythm.



I reached around with my right hand, and started stroking her clit

again.  She thrust her hips upward, impaling herself on my cock, begging

me with her eyes and her pleading moans to stroke her harder.  I

obliged, beginning the same sort of insidious, even stroke I'd used when

sucking her off before.  And I kept pumping into her pussy.



With my other hand I took the chain between her nipple clamps, and began

pulling on it.  I rocked her back and forth in the sling, standing

still, tugging on her nipples to rock her body back and forth on my

cock.  She closed her eyes, pushing out her chest, to better feel the

bite of the clothespins and the tight ropes around her breasts.  My

finger on her clit, my cock pushing at the back of her pussy, the plug

filling her ass, the gag filling her mouth... she was lost, riding the

huge waves, and I was urging her towards the edge.



I fucked her as selfishly as I could, slacking off on her clit just a

little, enough to be sure she wouldn't come until I wanted her to.  I

fucked her shallowly for a while, feeling her pussy sucking at the head

of my cock, feeling her frustration at the teasing light strokes.  Then

I dripped more lube on my cock and started pulling all the way out then

going all the way in, rapid, slick strokes that made her pussy start

contracting around my cock.  She wasn't coming, not yet, but she was

pre-coming.



I could not believe how good it felt to fuck her.  She was dressed in

latex, booted and corseted, strapped and chained to the sling, hooded,

collared, gagged, spread open, and plugged; she couldn't escape, she

couldn't even free herself from my cock in her pussy, and I could fuck

her for as long as I wanted.  Or as long as I could keep from coming,

and her pussy was so sweet and turned on that I felt like every stroke

was as good as an orgasm....  I was taking her, violating her, almost

raping her with the force of my hunger for her.



I started fucking her deeply, almost pushing my crotch into the

clothespins that held her open.  She looked at me, love alloyed with

helpless lust, and tried to lift her head; but the spiked collar, tight

latex hood, and snug gag held her almost still.  Her head fell back, and

she spread her fingers, squeezing her pussy around my cock; I cuold see

her starting to undulate, her pleasure growing, taking control of her

body.  Her eyes closed again, and she sighed as I started stroking her

clit slightly harder and just a bit faster.  I took the clothespins on

her breast in my hand, and pulled them out, stretching her breasts

upwards; she groaned and bent her back, lifting her chest.  Still

stroking her clit, I began building her up towards the orgasm that I

knew would happen any time I permitted it.



I started fucking her evenly, trying to keep myself from my release,

though my cock was regularly pulsing and squeezing out waves of precum

into the condom.  I put as much of my concentration as I could into my

single fingertip on her clitoris, making my strokes even, trying to keep

as consistent as possible.  The insistent contact was rapidly peaking

her, bringing her to the brink....



As the first seismic ripples shook her cunt, making her writhe in her

bonds and cry out into the gag, I strove to keep myself from coming...

and all at once she was breathing very hard, stretching her arms

straight out over her head, and a single huge wave of orgasm crashed

through her body from head to cunt, making her thrash in the sling,

grinding herself deep onto my cock.  Her pussy was trying to squeeze me

out, it was clamping down so hard on me, but I thrust back and kept

fucking her even as wave after wave kept making her entire body shake.

I kept stroking her clit, and she kept coming....



Then I was aware of my cock again, sliding in and out of her pussy,

fucking her while she came around me, and my cock swelled just a little

more.  With my senses full of her, helplessly bound and wracked by

ecstasy, I found my balls suddenly full of hot come, and I pounded into

her.  The renewed intensity of my fucking drove her to another wave of

contractions, her gasps and cries strangled behind the gag as she

struggled in the sling, tugging at the clips and the chains.  I felt

myself at the very edge, the orgasm gathering behind my balls, with deep

engorged thrusts I threw myself into her--and my ears were filled with

roaring as my cock bulged with the force of my orgasm, my cock pumping

come deep into her, my cock and her pussy coming together, milking each

other... another wave of it, and another, still fucking her...

another... and our bodies shook as we spent ourselves, in this most

intimate embrace and consummation.



When I was able to see straight again, I reached quickly for the valve

and deflated her gag, which made her much happier; once you've come the

gag all of a sudden seems much bigger.  I put my hands lightly on her

breasts, and just stood there for a while, feeling my softening cock

still inside her pussy, looking into her eyes.  "Slave, I'm going to

take these clothespins off now," I told her, and she moaned in dismay.

"Just remember to breathe.  Breathe..." I took one off.  "Breathe... "

and another.  She began breathing deeply and evenly, and I removed one

with every breath, right across her breasts.



I pulled out of her pussy, which was very reluctant to let me go, and

took one of her pussy clothespins in my hand.  She stiffened and cried

out, and then keened in pain as I took the clothespin off.  Ouch!  I

knew this wasn't pleasant for her, at all, and I removed the others as

fast as I could without snagging or twisting them.  She thrashed,

crying, then subsided.  After a moment I put my hand on her pussy,

gently holding her, telling her with my touch of my awe and gratitude at

her submission.



As quickly as reasonable, I ungagged her and unlocked her, removing her

restraints.  I took her boots off, then unbelted her, and got her out of

the sling.  She stood, a little unsteadily, as I removed her hood,

collar, and corset.  And once she was wearing only the latex, I hugged

her, and she hugged me back.



"Slave, that was...."



"Perfect, Master?"



"Yes, slave, it was perfect.  You are a dream come true...."



"As are you, Master!"



We went down the hall to take a warm shower, in which I helped her peel

off her latex.  And we retired to bed, just two naked people now, two

people in love.  We drifted off to sleep, curled spoon-fashion, both

unable to quite believe how good we felt, or how intense the sex we'd

just had was... or how much we loved each other.



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Copyright (c) 1993 by Robin Young.  All rights reserved, including right

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