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Article 49 of 171
Subject: Jill - The Offer II F/f B/d
From: ABC@xyz.com (JYM)
Date: 1996/07/28
Message-Id: <31fbac50.22205003@news.compuserve.com>
Organization: Unorganized
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away. If you are offended by explicit sex, good sex, bad sex, B/d,
S/m, lesbianism, paganism, nudism, (or any other -ism) then go away.
Otherwise, enjoy.
If you want more, comments to Jym: GJ@SPRYNET.COM Copyright 1996 by
the author.
The Offer - II
The next morning, shortly after Jim left for the office, I got a
call from Hanna. She told me that she was sending someone over to
help me get ready for the party. She asked me what I was wearing and
I told her that I had on a robe and a pair of cotton panties. She
told me to strip and stay nude unless I got permission to dress. I
slipped the robe off and pushed my panties down over my hips. Hanna
told me that the girl would be there by 8:30 and I was to obey her as
if it was Hanna herself. "Yes, ma'am, I understand." I shivered as I
listened to her instructions. It was so exciting. She told me that
if I worked in the garden I was allowed to wear socks, workboots, and
a hat. And a heavy coating of sunscreen - SPF 15 at least.
Precisely at 8:30 the doorbell rang. I glanced out the window and
saw a young woman with brown hair standing on the porch. She was
about medium height, a little on the stocky side, wearing a t-shirt,
nylon shorts, and jogging shoes. She was carrying a canvas sports
bag. I opened the door and let her in. She didn't seem a bit
surprised to see that I was nude. She smiled as she looked me over
and said, "Hi, my name is Jenni, Hanna sent me over to give you a
waxing. Where can we do it?"
I hesitated and she asked to see the kitchen. I took her down the
hall to the kitchen and she looked around. "The table is big enough.
We'll do it here. I can heat the wax in your microwave. Why don't
you stretch out on the table and we'll get started." She set her bag
down on the floor and crouched beside it. I sat down on the edge of
the table and then eased myself over into the center. Then I
stretched out on my back and stared at the ceiling. When Jenni stood
up she had a glass pot filled with wax in her hand. She put it in the
microwave and set it for 5 minutes on high. Then she dipped into her
bag again and came up with a handful of leather straps. She had me
plant my feet flat on the table and then she ran a strap around each
leg below the knee, securing them in position so that I couldn't
straighten them. The she ran a length of rope from one ankle under
the table and tied it to my other ankle. Another rope went around the
table at my waist. Then my wrists were tied to each leg of the table.
I was helpess. And very excited.
Jenni stroked my belly and told me that she wouldn't hurt me if she
could help it. I hesitated and then whispered, "It's okay if you hurt
me a little." She smiled. Then she fondled my tits until my nipples
were hard as little pebbles. "Please," I whispered, "Would you mind
taking your clothes off? I'd love to see your body." Jenni smiled
and disrobed. She had a hard, athletic body, a little stocky, but
very sexy. Her pubic mound was smooth and bare. Her breasts were
round and firm, tipped with big dark nipples. Her stomach was flat
and firm. Hips a little broad, but not too broad. Tight smooth
buttocks. Strong thighs. She checked the wax and put it on for
another five minutes. Meanwhile, she laid out strips of cheesecloth.
Each strip 2" wide and about 6" long.
While the wax heated, she took a pair of scissors and trimmed my
pubic hair. Then she spread my cunt lips and slipped two fingers into
me. I raised my hips to meet her and she grinned. "Do you want and
orgasm?" I nodded. "Yes, oh yes! Please! Masturbate me." She did,
very skillfully. I sobbed with pleasure as I felt my orgasm build.
Jenni chuckled. "God, you're a hot bitch. You'll make a fantastic
slave!" Then she picked up a pair of hot pads and retrieved the pot
of hot wax from the microwave. Working quickly, she placed a strip of
cheesecloth across my pubic mound and spooned warm wax onto it. She
laid down three strips in quick sucession and then put the pot back in
the microwave. As soon as the wax was dry she grabbed the end of the
first strip and ripped it off. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as
my pubic hair was ripped out. The second and third strips followed,
leaving me whimpering in pain, tears streaming down my face. She
repeated the process until I was smooth and bare, not a trace of hair
anywhere down there. Then she rubbed a fragrant body lotion over my
mound to sooth the skin.
After she released me, she had me get onto my hands and knees on
the table. She stroked my breasts and belly with one hand and my back
and buttocks with the other. After a while I was really turned on. I
loved the position - my tits hanging - my sex totally exposed. I
turned my head and glanced up at her. "Please...." I whispered. She
smiled. "Hot are we? Beg for it. Tell me what you are and beg."
I stared at her and begged. "Please, please masturbate me. Oh
god! Please! I'm a slut. A nude slave slut. Please, let me cum!
Please, I'll do anything you ask." I wiggled my ass and pressed back
against her hand which was lightly cupping my sex. "Anything?
Really?" I nodded, "Yes, anything." She smiled and began to rub my
clit lightly with the tip of one finger. I moaned and pushed myself
against her hand. She brought me to orgasm quickly and skillfully and
I yelped and whimpered as I came, turning my head to lick her left
hand which was resting on my shoulder. She smiled and told me that I
was a good little slut. I continued to lick her hand and she seemed
to enjoy it. Then she brought her right, soaked with my juices,
around I licked it clean, enjoying the taste of my own cunt.
After a few minutes she said, "Enough, now it's my turn." I knelt
up straight and asked her what she wanted. She got a far-away look in
her eye and whispered, "Paaaiiinnn, I want pain." Then she snapped
back, eyes focused, and asked me if I was going to work in my garden.
I nodded, "Yes, I thought I'd spend a couple of hours weeding and
thinning some things out. Why?" She told me to get ready and she'd
meet me in back. She dressed quickly and disappeared out the back
door. I put sunscreen on everyplace I could reach. Then socks and my
workboots and a baseball cap. When I went out into the back yard she
was waiting for me. She'd brought in a t-shaped arrangement made of
1" galvanized pipe. The upright section was 10' long and consisted of
two pieces, one sharpened on the end. The other threaded into a
fitting on the top. The crossbar, really two pieces, fit into a
t-fitting on the top of the upper section. Each crosspiece was 3.5'
long. She drove the first section of the upright into the ground with
a 3lb hammer, putting a small length of 2x4 on top of the pipe to
hammer on. Then she threaded the crosspieces into the upper section
and tightened them with a small pipe wrench. Finally, she threaded
the top part into the lower section. Then she took two plastic tent
stakes and drove them into the ground about 6' out from the upright on
either side.
She had two folding stepstools. She explained that she would stand
on one and I on the other. Then I would strap her wrists to the
crossbar. When that was done, I would put leather restraints on each
of her ankles and tie a long piece of rope to each. Then I would pull
the stool out and let her hang by her wrists. Then I would take the
ropes tied to the ankle restraints and tie them to the tent stakes,
making sure that she was spread as wide as possible. "And then you
put these in me and these on me." She held up two enormous dildos and
a selection of weighted clamps. "For my nipples and labia and one for
my clit." The last item was a penis gag that would muffle her
screams. "Let me hang for at least an hour. The wrist restraints
won't cut off my circulation, so it will be safe."
I was quite excited as I strapped her wrists into the leather
restraints. Then I put the restraints on her ankles and tied the
ropes to them. I hung the clamps on her nipples, enjoying her grunt
of pain as I tugged each one to be sure it was tight. Then another
grunt of pain as I pulled the stool away. I quickly grabbed one rope
and pulled it as tight as I could before tying it off. The second one
was done just as quickly. I looked at her and enjoyed the way she was
spread and helpless. She was staring at the fence with a vacant
expression on her face. I put the dildoes into her, enjoying the way
she squirmed and grunted as I drove them in tight with the heel of my
hand. Then the weights on her labia and clit. She was moaning in
pain now, but I felt it needed something else. I went inside and got
a box of straight pins out of my sewing kit. Her eyes widened and she
shook her head, grunting and screaming into the gag. I ignored her
and drove a pin through the aureole of each nipple, on the top side.
She screamed and tears streamed down her face. I put pins through
both labia. And then one through her clit. She was sobbing and
screaming, and a trickle of urine was running down her thighs as I
walked away to do my gardening.
I let her hang for the full hour she'd requested. When I went back
to release her she was moaning and twitching. I took the gag out
first, standing on the stepstool to be close to her. I asked her if
she'd had enough. She nodded. "Please let me down. Oh shit!
Please." I got down and postioned the stool for her. Then I untied
the ropes from the tent stakes and positioned her feet on the stool.
I removed the ankle restraints and then climbed up on the other stool
and released her wrists. I helped her down and she sank to her knees
in the grass, moaning with pain. I removed the dildoes, then the
clamps, and finally the pins. She looked up and whispered, "Thank you
for that delicious pain." She stayed there for a few minutes until
she recovered. Then she got dressed, packed up, and left. It was
time for me to shower and prepare for my stint as a nude bartender.
End of Chapter II
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