Message-ID: <eli9703171123@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/year97/487867> Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: debras@ix.netcom.com (Debra A Sandella) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Subject: Scenes From a Marriage, Part 4 (M/F, BDSM, con) STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY: IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, STOP READING NOW. IF YOU ARE SQUICKED BY BDSM, STOP READING NOW. THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX, DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION, S & M, ETC. ALL FLAMES WILL BE DOUSED WITH COLD WATER. COMMENTS ARE WELCOME AND SHOULD BE SENT TO EITHER debras@ix.netcom.com or RareFire@aol.com. IF THERE IS ENOUGH INTEREST, I WILL CONTINUE THE ONGOING SAGA OF SARAH AND JON IN THE FUTURE :) HAPPY READING. Scenes from a Marriage, part 4 An Original Story by RareFire Jon called Sarah from the office at 3:30. "Get a babysitter for tonight." he told her. He went on to give her explicit instructions about the rest of the afternoon. "You are to shower, shave and put on your sexiest outfit. Underneath you are to wear your red brassiere and g-string. No stockings. And wear your heels with the ankle strap. I want you to meet me at 6:30, so you should have plenty of time" Sarah grinned as he went down the list. She loved it when he told her what to wear, leaving parts up to her so that she could decide what would please him the most. Jon continued. "You will meet me at the new Hilton on Jay Street. When you arrive, use the courtesy phone to call the room. I expect the call at EXACTLY 6:30. Don't be late. I love you" Sarah told Jon that she loved him as well, and hung up the phone. She had a lot to do before leaving. Thank goodness the hotel he had picked was only a few blocks away. First she had to find a sitter, tho. She started making calls, and was happy to get someone on the third try. Not bad for last minute, she thought to herself. She quickly straightened the house, putting away the baby's toys and doing a quick once over with the vacuum. No point in him being angry when thFrom: debras@ix.netcom.com(Debra A Sandella) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated, alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.stories.bondage Subject: Scenes From a Marriage, Part 4 (M/F, BDSM, con) References: <eli9703141553@qz.little-neck.ny.us> STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY: IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, STOP READING NOW. IF YOU ARE SQUICKED BY BDSM, STOP READING NOW. THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX, DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION, S & M, ETC. ALL FLAMES WILL BE DOUSED WITH COLD WATER. COMMENTS ARE WELCOME AND SHOULD BE SENT TO EITHER debras@ix.netcom.com or RareFire@aol.com. IF THERE IS ENOUGH INTEREST, I WILL CONTINUE THE ONGOING SAGA OF SARAH AND JON IN THE FUTURE :) HAPPY READING. Scenes from a Marriage, part 4 An Original Story by RareFire Jon called Sarah from the office at 3:30. "Get a babysitter for tonight." he told her. He went on to give her explicit instructions about the rest of the afternoon. "You are to shower, shave and put on your sexiest outfit. Underneath you are to wear your red brassiere and g-string. No stockings. And wear your heels with the ankle strap. I want you to meet me at 6:30, so you should have plenty of time" Sarah grinned as he went down the list. She loved it when he told her what to wear, leaving parts up to her so that she could decide what would please him the most. Jon continued. "You will meet me at the new Hilton on Jay Street. When you arrive, use the courtesy phone to call the room. I expect the call at EXACTLY 6:30. Don't be late. I love you" Sarah told Jon that she loved him as well, and hung up the phone. She had a lot to do before leaving. Thank goodness the hotel he had picked was only a few blocks away. First she had to find a sitter, tho. She started making calls, and was happy to get someone on the third try. Not bad for last minute, she thought to herself. She quickly straightened the house, putting away the baby's toys and doing a quick once over with the vacuum. No point in him being angry when th "Stand where I put you" the voice whispered again. She strained to catch the timber of her husbands voice, but all she heard was a haunting whisper. Sarah remained still, her eyes closed. She felt a blindfold being placed over her head, leather from the smell of it, and lined with fur. The strap was fastened snugly behind her head. Sarah felt hands move gently over her body, touching her arms, her hair, her lips. They traced patterns down her arms, floated over her hips like a butterfly, ever so gently moving down her thighs to her ankles and up again, but not touching her breasts or her cunt, which by this time was dripping wet from anticipation. Her breath was starting to come a bit faster, excitement building within her at the touch of this "unknown" lover. She sensed him move behind her, and felt his warm breath on the back of her neck. His arms encircled her, quickly grasping her breasts as he left soft kisses on her earlobe, pinching her nipples suddenly as he nibbled the curve of her shoulder gently, whispering to her. "Do you like this? Do you like the combination of the pain and pleasure? I will arouse every nerve in your body, will touch deep down into your soul, if you will let me. Will you?" the voice whispered so softly into her ear that she could barely hear him. "Yes Sir" Sarah said, although it was difficult to even get that out of her mouth, she was so aroused that she was having trouble focusing on anything other than the tremors of pleasure that rippled tt Jon who opened the door? What if some stranger is there waiting for me? The thought both frightened and excited her. She looked again at the room number..528, yes this is the room. She took a deep breath, and knocked quickly, then turned with her back to the door and her eyes closed tightly. She heard the door open behind her, felt hands gently touching her arms, leading her into the room backwards. "Are you ok" was whispered in her ear. Sarah couldn't tell if it was Jon. She nodded yes. "Stand where I put you" the voice whispered again. She strained to catch the timber of her husbands voice, but all she heard was a haunting whisper. Sarah remained still, her eyes closed. She felt a blindfold being placed over her head, leather from the smell of it, and lined with fur. The strap was fastened snugly behind her head. Sarah felt hands move gently over her body, touching her arms, her hair, her lips. They traced patterns down her arms, floated over her hips like a butterfly, ever so gently moving down her thighs to her ankles and up again, but not touching her breasts or her cunt, which by this time was dripping wet from anticipation. Her breath was starting to come a bit faster, excitement building within her at the touch of this "unknown" lover. She sensed him move behind her, and felt his warm breath on the back of her neck. His arms encircled her, quickly grasping her breasts as he left soft kisses on her earlobe, pinching her nipples suddenly as he nibbled the curve returned and she sensed him kneeling at her feet, then felt the cool smoothness of leather restraints being fastened at her ankles. When he had finished, he stood and took her hands, one at a time, and fastened cuffs to her wrists as well. He pulled her arms behind her, and she heard the snap of the clasp as he locked her wrists together. He commanded her to kneel, and found that he had thoughtfully placed a pillow there for her knees. He placed a hand on the small of her back, and pushed her lower to the floor. "I want your shoulders down as well" he whispered. She complied, as he helped her to keep from falling. He drew his hands back from her shoulders, caressing her back, moving over her ass which was now waving so invitingly in the air. He drew her skirt up to her waist, and ran his hands over her smooth white skin, his fingers slipping into her crack, barely touching her puckered anus, skimming lightly over her clit, and suddenly plunging two fingers into her cunt. Sarah gasped at the sudden intrusion, and immediately pushed her hips back, seeking more of his hand inside her. Instead of complying, he withdrew slightly, whispering to her to come and get it, if that's what she wants. She moved her body back, following the fingers as he drew away, until he pushed them into her again, forcing her to push forward against the floor. Over and over he teased her like this, until she felt she was going to explode. He sensed it, knew she was near the limits of waiting, and asked her if she wanted to cum. "Oh yes, please" said Sarah. "Yes please what?" he responded. "Yes please may I cum, Sir" "Not yet" he replied and she moaned in frustration, her breathing coming in short gasps now, her cunt dripping, her ass moving to the flow of his hands drawing her back and forcing her forward again. "Please, please may I cum Sir? I need to so badly. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease" Sarah begged. "Now" he whispered, "Cum now" as he plunged another finger into her, then another, until she was riding his hand, feeling it slide into her, and he flexed his fingers, fucking her with his entire hand, and her senses reeled with the pleasure and she came, her muscles throbbing with sensation. As she rode her climax, he played with her clit, and could tell by her motions that she was ready to cum again immediately. He returned to the teasing he had done earlier, and she wildly cried out with passion. "Again, please Sir" "You may cum as much as you like now, my little slut. How many times can you, I wonder?" he whispered. He watched the orgasm build in her, felt her muscles contract with it, and still he kept stimulating her, bringing her to climax after climax, until she was in tears, and begging him to stop, that she couldn't take any more. He gathered her in his arms, sat with her on the floor and stroked her hair while he unfastened her wrists. He lifted her in his arms, and brought her over to sit on the bed. Sarah felt him move away from her, and heard a rustling from across the room. He returned to her and sat beside her on the bed. Suddenly she felt a gag being placed in her mouth, and she had a moment of panic. What if she needed to use her safeword? He seemed to sense her every thought, because he said "Don't worry about your safeword. If you are in pain, or uncomfortable in any way, then shake your head quickly from side to side and I will stop. Do it now, so I can see it." Sarah complied, and felt better, although she still wasn't too sure about this. He laid her down on the bed, and pulled her legs apart, attaching them to her wrists, left to left, right to right. Then he pulled them even wider apart, stretching her open, and fitted a spreader bar to keep her that way. She felt so vulnerable now, her cunt and ass totally open and exposed to him, her breasts jutting out with her hard nipples waving in the air. Again he moved his hands over her body, pinching and squeezing her flesh as she moaned with pleasure at his touch. Suddenly he clamped her nipple, and she screamed with the intensity of it, but through the gag all that was heard was a moan. He clamped her other nipple as well, and then started to place small plastic clothespins all around the lips of her pussy. The pain that Sarah had felt initially was quickly replaced by a dull throbbing which seemed to center directly on her clit. Her cunt oozed with moisture as he placed them, putting the final one directly on her clit, eliciting another scream that turned to sobs behind the gag with tears flowing down her cheeks. "Shall I stop?" he asked in that maddeningly soft whisper. "No" she said, but all that came out of her mouth was a muffled grunt. He stroked her breasts with one hand, pulling on the chain attached to the clamps with the other. Then holding the chain, he gave a series of slight tugs, tightening the clamps with each pull. He reached with his other hand and played with Sarah's cunt, running his fingers over the clothespins, twisting them, pushing a finger into her and pulling it out again. Sarah moaned behind the gag, arching her hips to seek out more attention from his hand. She thrust about, needing the contact of flesh, and met, instead the contact of leather thongs striking her pussy. She shrieked, the intense stimulation driving her over the edge, and she came over and over, screaming into the gag as she did, as he whipped her again and again, each stroke harder, until she had red welts rising on her skin and she passed out from the intense pleasure of the pain deep within her. He gathered her into his arms and removed the clamps, gently massaging her as the blood flowed back into her nipples and labia. He loosened the gag, unhooked her hands and feet, and removed the spreader bar, and stroked her body, arousing her once again, but softly, gently now, ever so tenderly, with the passion of a lover, kissing her deeply, tasting her mouth and lips. "Do you want me inside you?" he asked her. "Yes Sir" she whispered. "Tell me what you want" he said "Please fuck me Sir. I want to feel your cock inside my pussy, Sir. Please?" Sarah whispered again, barely able to speak. "You are such a good slut slave, you may have me inside you." he said to her, and as he held her hands above her head with one hand, he gently opened her legs with the other, guiding his cock between her moist lips, sliding it in, and with one long thrust buried himself within her. He gathered her in his arms, crushing her to him, and pulled off the blindfold. And as he looked into his wife's eyes, his cum filling her cunt, Jon told Sarah that he loved her. -- Story Submission: <URL:mailto:story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Moderator Contact: <URL:mailto:story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Newsgroup FAQ: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/faq.html> Archive site (could be better): <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/>