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Subject: The Photo of E Slave - D/s, Bond., cons., M/f

The Photo of E-Slave

	She awakened slowly, drifting up from the blackness, like a
water-logged piece of soft wood rising through murky water, until
at last it touched the underside of the surface and felt the air. Her
eyelids fluttered and slowly drew apart.
	The ceiling was white above her, a pool of light off to one
side
cast up onto it from a corner lamp. But it was not moving, as the
grogginess in her mind told it should be, and for that she was
grateful. So, she was laying down on something soft... probably his
bed... and this thought at once flushed her with embarassment and
the outer twinges of excitement. How had she gotten here. What
had happened. She struggled for a moment until she grasped the
beginning of the final sequence of events that had planted itself in
her memory before the blackness...
	His livingroom... the date... they were going out for dinner.
She had taken all afternoon preparing... selecting the dress... doing
her hair, her make-up... arranging everything "just so"... feeling the
butterflies in her stomach, wondering if this would be the night he
would attempt to seduce her, and if she would allow him... But
before the dinner, the invitation into his apartment, the pleasant
smile, that smile that was both gentle and wicked... that always sent
a hot shudder through her, as if implying wonders and secret
delights she could never hope to understand...
	They had met casually, found those numerous shared interest,
and developed a warm, comfortable closeness over the last few
weeks, but always there was in his smile the hint of something
much more, something beyond her... at least for the moment.
	And there had been the dates. The movies, the sojourns to
museums, where she never failed to be impressed with his wide
ranging knowledge of the arts, history, a thousand varied
subjects... always talked of with calm, knowing passion, never
indicating any arrogance or superiority.
	And there had been the kisses as well... the first almost shy,
delicate... soft enough to leave a dandilion in tact... and then the
first touch of his tongue against her lips, brushing lightly, petting
them, coaxing them to open and recieve it.
	But that had been all. No straying, urgent hands, gropping
for her breasts... no fingers trailing into forbidden recesses or
testing secret folds of cloth.
	She had been confused by this. By this point most of the men
she had known would have begun to become insistant with her
body... treating it as if it somehow belonged to them, was theirs to
explore and experiment with however it might suit them. But not
him. He was ever the perfect gentleman. Except, she suddenly
recalled, that one time...
	It was on Thursday, two nights ago. They had gone, quite on
the spur of the moment, to see a movie together, and there was one
scene in which the heroine of the film, a woman not unlike herself,
was suddenly assaulted by a man she had been teasing mercilessly.
He had pushed her up against a wall, pressing his body against hers
and gripping her wrists tightly as she struggled and whimpered.
Then his head bent, his lips found hers and she began to yeild... and
when he drew her arms down and behind her back, taking both of
her wrists in one of his hands, moving to press his cupped palm
over the heroines' sex, she had moaned along with the character of
the woman on the screen. He had turned sharply and she greeted
his now probing gaze, her face beginning to redden.
	"Well" he had whispered, a bit of amazement in his voice "you
like that, do you..."
	She could feel herself blushing wildly as she turned back to
the screen and endured his lingering, probing gaze for a long
moment before he too cast his attention back to the film.
	His kiss that night as he dropped her at her apartment was
startling. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he drew her close
and his mouth upon hers had a kind of frenzy in it's urgency. His
tongue slipped between her lips as if to stab at her soul and she
gasped at the sensation, before feeling her body begin to yeild to
him. But even as her heat began to rise, he had broken the kiss and
gazed at her for one long, penetrating moment, as if to seek for
something inside her eyes... and when he smiled, it was as if he had
found it, and was finally satisfied.
	And then it was tonight. The dinner plans, the elegant
preparations, the invitation for a relaxing drink before departing....
sitting in his livingroom, he in the large, comfortable chair, across
from where she sat on the couch, sipping the delicious concoction
he had handed her... and the quiet gazes at one another... the
smiles... the wondering if tonight was to be the night...
	Then, suddenly... the light headedness... the odd tingling in
her chest... and the unexplainable weakness. He had placed his
drink asside, she had seen him rise and move toward her... and just
as she saw him remove the half finished drink from her hand, the
lights of the world began to dim around her and she saw the room
begin to tip sideways... then blackness.
	She lay very still, aware of her chest rising and falling in
slow,
steady, shallow breaths, and the oddly pleasant tingling that
seemed to ripple through her. And then she began to realize that
the very motion of her ribs as they slowly expaned and contracted
was causing the most pleasurable sensations to roll through her
chest, as if the rippling tingles washed up and over her breasts, and
she realized her nipples were drawn up tight and pinched in arousal.
	What's happening to me, she wondered, and cast her mind out
to survey the messages her nerves were sending to her brain. Her
whole body was somehow more alive than it had ever been. Each
move, each breath of motion in the air sent new shockwaves of
pleasant sensations into her skin, and between her legs there was a
growing throb that she knew well... the throb of her clit gathering
it's secret urgency, it's hunger.
	My God, she thought, I'm wet... and even as this realization
struck her, the first tiny droplette of her excitement pooled on the
edge of her sex and began to trickle down the lip, sending a fresh
shudder through her.
	She flexed to sit up, but instantly felt the tight, soft grip
on
her wrists, somewhere above her head, and froze, instantly alert
now. She pulled. She flexed.
	Oh my God, she realized, I'm tied up.
	Tossing her head suddenly she strained to look up and saw
her own wrists, captured in the wide, leather bands, each secured
with a large, ominous buckle and held together with a small steel
clasp. Straining, she pulled them up and saw that the clamp not
only held her wrists together but also attached them to a short but
thick piece of rope that ran around the center post of the
headboard.
	Even as she twisted to get a better look, she suddenly
realized
that her legs were also immobilized and she threw her head around
to gaze down. Her ankles were held, far apart, also gripped in
confining cuffs, but these were secured to the very ends of some
kind of metal bar which held them apart until they almost drapped
off the sides of the wide bed. She tried to raise her knees and saw
that the bar was itself held in place by ropes that trailed off it and
down out of sight over the foot of the bed. And it was only then
that the realization sank in that she was, in fact, naked.
	A blind panic began to well up inside her and she pulled
against the bonds, testing them, and quickly realizing that they
were much to sturdy for her to ever think of loosening them. She
was gasping and whimpering and the sound was welling up,
threatening to erupt into a terrified scream when suddenly she
heard the click of the door opening and she froze, raising her head
to look across the room to where she saw it swing open... and he
was standing there, in the doorway.
	He was wearing a fluffy, white bathrobe, and in his hand he
casually held a large hardcover book, his finger jammed into it's
pages to mark a place, and he looked very much like a parent come
to quiet an unruly child who had disturbed his literary reverie. But
instead she saw that wicked smile slowly play out over his lips as he
moved gracefully into the room and stepped up to the side of the
bed on which she lay, captured.
	She wanted to erupt in a thousand questions, a thousand,
thousand indignations, but before she could form any of them into
words he was smiling down at her, his lips pursed, quietly shushing
her.
	"It's all right, love" he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Nothing
bad has happened nor will happen, I promise you."
	She thrashed weakly for a further moment, then let her body
relax back as she looked up at him...
	"What are you doing to me?" she gasped, the panic putting a
jagged edge on her voice.
	His smile broadened and his eyes lit up with gentle
excitement.
	"Excatly what you want, my love. What you've always wanted,
though you may not even have known it yourself... but your body
did. Your body has always known what it's wanted... and what
you've never given it..."
	"And what's that" she hissed, the terror slowly changing into
confusion and wonder under his gentle gaze.
	"I'll show you... Tonight, I'm going to show you....
everything."
	A shudder ran through her, like the ripples on a calm pool of
water, and seemed to lap against her sex, sending a tingle up her
stomach as she kept her eyes locked on him, watching him move
slowly away from the bed to the dresser where he opened the top
drawer and extracted some small object which made a light clinking
noise. He turned, the object gripped in his closed fist and moved
back to the side of the bed, his lips playing up in a wide smile. He
held up his fist and slowly turned it upside down, allowing the
fingers to open. One end of a long, thin chain slipped from his
grasp and dropped about two feet, pulled up short by it's other end
still held between his fingers. Her eyes scanned down the chain, half
fascinated, half horrified, until they fell upon the small clamp that
dangled at it's end. Nipple clamps, she instantly realized and
instantly felt her sex contract involuntarily, sending yet another
shudder through her, increasing her wetness.
	He bent over her slowly, taking the ends of the chain in both
hands and leaned over her. She could feel his increasing closeness
and found herself pressing back into the mattress, a whining moan
escaping from her throat as she closed her eyes and turned her
head away from him. Suddenly she felt her chin gripped by strong
fingers, her head turned sharpy, causing her eyes to flash open,
only to be instantly rivetted on his own, close to her face.
	"Oh no, my love" he said quietly, his voice low and
commanding. "I did not give you permission to turn away. I want
you to watch what happens to your body. I want you to feel it with
your flesh and your eyes."
	She stared into his eyes for a long moment, and as if some
small switch deep within her had suddenly been tripped, she felt the
fear ebb away, perhaps drawn out of her through those
commanding brown eyes of his, perhaps simply smothered under
his strong gaze. But whatever the cause, she felt herself beginning
to relax... to accept whatever was now about to occur.
	He gazed at her for a long moment, as if confirming her
obedience to his demand, then slowly leaned up once more, and
took the clamps, one in each hand, positioning them between his
fingers. He leaned down, his arms extending, until the tips of the
clamps were extended a mere fraction of an inch over each of her
nipples. She looked down at the spectical and a jolt of excitement
welled through her, made more fascinating by the fact that she
could see her nipples begin to draw upwards, tightening, reddening,
and beginning to tingle, as if her body was responding against her
will.
	She stared, awe-struck, as he lowered the tips of the clamps
until they touched the very tip of each of her nipples and slowly
begin to brush them back and forth over the tight, sensitive flesh...
	She lay back and a loud moan escaped her, as the tingling,
tickling pinpoints radiated outwards, through her chest, rolling
down her stomach and mixing with the now steady throbbing of her
as yet untouched clit. She began to slowly grind her hips against
the mattress, helplessly attempting to stimulate herself, only to feel
the first drops of her moisture work their way to the edge of her
nether lips and begin to trickle down toward the bed beneath her.
	She lifted her head slightly and stared down at her enflamed
nipples, just as his fingers squeezed the clamps, opening them,
sliding them down on either side of the tender tissues and slowly
releasing them.
	A sharp sensation, half pain, half mere sensory overload
roared from her captured nipples and she dropped her head back,
uttering a deep, gutteral cry of surprise and surrender. The clamps
continued to tighten, the waves of feeling rolling from her breasts
and coursing out through every part of her body, down to her
fingertips which trembled, helplessly at the end of her captured
hands.
	
	He straightened up to survey his work and watched her body
now grinding slowly, dreamily, on the bed, as if attempting to
spread the unfamiliar sensation evenly to all parts of her. He smiled
to himself and gentle reached down to hook a pinky under the chain
which now lay, drapped, on her chest. Raising his hand, he pulled
until the chain was  tented above her over his little finger, it's
ends
planted on her nipples... and then he gently pulled upwards.
	Her breasts pulled upwards, the nipples beginning to stretch,
and he saw her shudder and moan beneath this new delicious
torment. She was whimpering now... her mind slowly being
overwhelmed by each new wave of sensation as it washed over her.
He was always amazed at how sensitive just a little amount of the
drug could make someone... perfectly harmless concoction, with no
other side effects, except to make the flesh a veritable sounding
board for every tactile stimulation that contacted it.
	
	She squeezed her eyes as tightly as she could, her body held
rigid now, pressing down, even as her nipples were pulled upward,
sending wave after wave of feeling through her. Between her legs
her sex was weeping furiously, it's fluids virtually flowing from her
and beginning to pool beneath her on the rumpled sheets.
	Oh God, she thought, Oh God, Oh God....
	And then she felt something brush her throbbing clit and she
jerked her head up, her eyes flashing open, desparate to locate the
source of this new torment. He was there, leaning over her, his face
a mere few inches from her welling, pinnioned sex... and he was
gently blowing on it, his hot breath cooling even as it flowed across
her exposed and raw clit.
	She dropped her head back with a sob of confusion and a
moment later, felt the tensions gathering, drawn together into that
gale of his breath against her helplessness.... and suddenly it
exploded in a blinding, drowning orgasm that seared into her belly
like an impaling lance of white hot metal, splitting her in two. She
shuddered under it's power and her moan swelled like the cry of
some dying animal... then it began to ebb.
	But before she could drift down from it's heights, gather her
thoughts and become human once more, she felt her head lifted and
something quickly slipped over her face.... a blindfold... tight and
softly lined with fleece.
	A sudden panic gripped her and she wanted to cry out for him
to stop, that she wanted to see, wanted to watch what was
happening, but she could find no voice, only a whining moan of
disappointment at this new and strange confinement of her most
active sense.
	She tried to calm herself and focus, get back some control
over herself, but even as she managed to fight back the still ever-
present sensitivity of her every inch of skin, she became vaguely
aware that her ankle was being moved... freed.... the cuff which held
it to the bar between her pinnioned legs removed, and she allowed
herself a moment of relief that it was now over... this strange,
delicious torment... ending before she perhaps grew too fond of it...
	But before she could react, she felt something slipped quickly
over her foot and tightened around her ankle where the cuff had
been.... it felt like rope.
	"Ooohhhhhh nooooooo" she moaned quietly, unable to bring
herself to kick out against this new assault, and then, with a
startling swiftness, she felt his hand scoop under her ankle and lift
it, sharply, pulling her leg upwards, causing her body to twist
slightly, lifting her buttocks off the mattress as her ankle was now
held almost to the level of her shoulders.
	My God, she thought desparately, what is he doing?
	A moment later she had her answer as she felt his hand
removed from her, and the tight grip of the rope on her ankle
bearing all the stress... He had tied her ankle to the headboard
above her.
	A new confusion battered into her mind as this wholely
unfamilar position asserted itself on her now half-suspended body.
	What is he doing to me? her mind screamed, and could find
no answers.
	Then the other leg was suddenly gripped, lifted, freed from
the cuff, yet held up and the rope slipped over it. Then it too was
lifted and now her body was bowed up, bent nearly double, her
lower limbs splayed wide and lewdly open, her sex stretched and
exposed, her back curving up off the bed.
	She had supposed she had been helpless before, but this new
position drove home her utter captivity in a way she would never
have imagined possible. She was less than a side of meat, strung up
and bound down at the same time, her every private, secret place
open and exposed and defenseless.
	And this thought again caused her sex to clench deep inside
her and sent yet more waves of delicious sensations rolling through
her, bathing her is exquisit stimulation the like of which she had
never felt before.
	Oh God, the last remaining part of her conscience mind
managed to piece out, what else can happen to me....
	She did not have long to wait. For she quickly felt something
lightly brush the now fully exposed and slightly parted lips of her
sex... something hard and smooth and quite large....
	She gasped at the first contact and instinctively raised her
head to look, before remembering the blindfold and allowing her
head to fall back, limply, utterly defeated.
	Whatever happened now was totally unpreventable, and she
felt like she was merely the senseless object of sacrifice in some
erotic ritual... that her worth as a human being was not important
in the least... that her only value at this moment was as flesh that
would respond as it was commanded to... and she knew she would
respond... she would surrender... she would sacrifice herself to
whatever sensations were imposed upon her... drawn from her....
forced through her.... and she would have no choice....
	Then she felt the pressure against her sex, the lips being
separated by whatever this invading object was, and she felt herself
begin to become impaled upon it, could feel it sliding into her,
filling her, splitting her with it's size and stimulating every inner
surface of her sex. As if in self-defence, her sex welled with new
waves of fluids, coating the object with slickness, welcoming it. It
rolled steadily forward until she felt it brush bottom against the cap
of her cervix, drawing an involuntary spasm of her inner muscles
which gripped it, testing it's girth and finding it monstrous.
	In a flash, it began to shudder inside her... vibrating
wildly,
madly, tickling her inner recesses.
	She cried out at this new assault and in moments, her tension
erupted in yet another orgasm which gushed through her, causing
her to thrash wildly, straining against the ropes that held her
captive. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before... a total,
gripping, overwhelming, commanding, blazing sensation that
rocketed from her sex to the very ends of the individual hairs on
her head.
	She was sobbing now, a low, tense keening sound of utter
surrender bubbling from her animal throat as the ripples of
cumming dashed against her every part and rolled away again... the
shuddering monster deep in her sex never quite letting them die
away completely before teasing the up again.
	Then she felt the final assault... the pressure against her
tiny,
tight, virginal asshole....
	Oh God, noooooooooo... she screamed somewhere inside
herself, even as this new invader bore down and caused the ring of
muscles to widen, accepting it's tip... then it too found passage and
was sliding deep into her, it's thin shaft even more invasive than the
thick monster inside her sex, for it traveled a path unvisited before
this moment.
	Nerves which has never been touched before sprang to
attention, screaming out in flashes, as her nether passage was
slowly filled. And just as she thought she could stand no more, the
object stopped and then erupted in an explosing of vibrations deep
in her bowels.
	She screamed. It was as if her soul was being hammered,
nailed down by these filling, impaling objects and instead of pain,
each instant sent new floods of pure sensation rolling through her.
Her mind reeled wildly, and she could feel the tips of the two
objects, deep within her, pressing on either side of that thin wall of
flesh that separated their actually touching.
	In another moment, she burst with an orgasm that was
beyond comprehending, her body now converted to a throbbing,
pulsing mass of nerve-ending under an endless assault... and she
felt herself beginning to drift... as if her mind had finally released
it's grip on her and was retreating to some fleshless place, leaving
only this writhing, helpless mass of her body to endure these
unending, exquisit torments... and as the cumming began to ebb,
another washed over her... the waves of cumming beginning to roll
like breakers on a beach, a new one crashing ashore even as the one
before flowed out... and she was lost on this endless ocean of her
own pleasure... her body now his... his property... his object... his
slave...
	She never even heard the clicking of the shutter as he stood,
across the room, capturing her image.
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