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Subject: Into My Parlor, Said  D/s, bond., cons., M/f
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INTO MY PARLOR, SAID....

	She had never heard him so excited when she picked up the
phone.
	"Love" he had practically gushed at her "I want you to come
over here, right now. I have something to show you."
	"What?" she has burst, a bit startled that he didn't even say
hello.
	"You'll see when you get here. And plan to stay the night."
	The phone clicked in her ear as he hung up.
	She stood, blinking for a long moment, confused. What on earth
could that have been about, she wondered. It must be something
terribly special, judging by the bubbling, joyous tone in his voice
and the excitement behind his words.
	She wasted no time in gathering up her purse, quickly
calculating that everything was in order for her to be gone overnight
and hurried out the door.
	Shortly thereafter, she stood on his stoop, her finger
pressing the doorbell, her own level of excitement and curiosity
welling within her.
	The door opened and there he stood, his face flushed, his lips
in a wide smile and his chest heaving slightly as if from exertion or
anticipation. He reached out a hand, she extended her own and the
instant their palms touched and his fingers closed around hers, he
pulled her into the room, swinging the door shut behind her.
	She was startled by his forcefulness, even as she felt herself
spun and pulled deeply into his arms, her body pressed against him by
his strong hands encircling her back, his mouth finding hers in a
strong, passionate kiss.
	She stiffened in surprise for a moment, but then the heat of
his excitement burned through her and she felt herself melting against
him, her lips parting to allow his tongue to slip between them and
dance with her own. She felt him press his hips forward and the bulge
of his already erect cock through his jeans against her mons sent a
warm shiver through her body and caused her sex to clench in answer.
	
	She was overwhelmed. It had been some time since she had seen
him this enthusiastic... this demanding and hungry... And the
sensations of his desire for her radiated from every point where their
bodies touched.
	But before she could completely relax into the tight, warm,
blending kiss he suddenly broke it and stepped back, taking her hand
in his.
	"Drop your purse and come with me" he said, his voice low but
urgent and encouraging.
	She let the small bag slip from her shoulder and thump to the
floor as she allowed herself to be pulled toward his bedroom at the
back of the house. It had gotten to the point between them that when
he instructed her to do something, some inner part of her simply
released and she obeyed, without thought or question.
	"M - Master?" she ventured, hesitantly... "What - what's going
on?"
	"You'll see" he whispered, his voice bursting with energy and
anticipation, as he continued to pull her down the hallway toward the
bedroom door.
	When they reached the door, he suddenly stopped, whirled and
took her shoulders in his hands, holding her firmly, his eyes locked
on hers.
	"Now" he said, his tone calm but still excited... "I want you
to close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to."
	She blinked, again momentarily startled, but then a trusting
smile curled the corners of her mouth and she let her lids slide shut.
	"Yes Master" she breathed, quietly, surrendering herself to
him once again... and loving the sensation.
	She felt one of his hands leave her shoulder and the sound of
the bedroom door being opened... Then the hand returned and she felt
herself pulled, slowly, carefully, guided, into the room. In the
darkness behind her closed eyes she felt herself maneuvered around and
carefully placed into position, before his hands left her shoulders
once more.
	The sounds of his moving back and closing the door... the
click of the lock sliding into place, sent a shiver of anticipation up
her spine... and even before the wave had disipated, she felt him
behind her, his body again pressing against her full length, his hands
sliding around her arms, pressing across her stomach, sweeping up to
cup her breasts firmly and pull her back against him. She could feel
his breath against her neck as he leaned over and his parted lips
locked upon her skin just below her ear, already nibbling... and as
ever, his hips rolling forward to press the bulge of his cock against
the furrow of her ass beneath the skirt...
	"Oh God, love" he virtually moaned in her ear, pausing a
moment to grip the lobe between his teeth and rake it gently "I am so
desparate to have you tonight... I'm on fire to ravage you... to make
you cummmmm..."
	The words punctuated the forceful carresses and she felt her
body respond with a tingle that rushed from every pore as she pressed
back against him, raising her arms to lay them across his own and hug
herself against him. His hands began roaming over her now, sweeping
down across her stomach and slipping into the fold of her skirt,
pressing against her mons and squeezing it slightly, a single finger
pushing the silky fabric of her panties into the lips of her sex and
sending an additional quiver of excitement through her. Her face
blossomed in a wide smile, knowing that he would already be able to
feel the wetness of her ready sex against his probbing fingertip as it
leaked from her and moistened the covering fabric beneath it. But
before she could shift her weight and plant her feet further apart, to
offer him better access... to open herself for him, the hand was
already moving upwards again, and the fingers were fumbling with the
buttons on her blouse.
	Oh yessssss, she thought... so powerful... so much in need of
her.... and then, suddenly, the fingers abandoned all pretense of
delicacy and clutched the opening of her blouse, gripping hard and
pulling apart... The buttons popped from the fabric and clacked to the
floor as she sucked in a breath at the power of his lust, and her body
flexed forward in response, as another wave of anticipation rolled
through her...
	She was being carried away, now... by his lust and her own...
an image forming in her mind of him, behind her, reaching around and
tearing her clothing from her needy body, pressing her down, right
there, onto the floor and mounting her like a pair of mindless
animals, feeling his cock penetrate her now throbbing, open sex and
impaling her from behind... riding her fast and hard, fucking her
silly, making her scream with pleasure and sending her sobbing in a
heap on the floor, his body pressing down upon her in his own spent
exhaustion.
	But his hands quickly released the dangling fabric of her now
open blouse and dropped to the waistband of her skirt, this time
catching up the zipper and pulling it down carefully, letting it part
and drop to the floor beneath her.
	She raised one leg to step from the mound around her ankles
and felt his hand slide between her thighs once more, a single finger
slipped beneath the fabric of her now sodden panties and over the lips
of her smooth, shaved sex, where it curved, and slid between the
swollen flesh and penetrated her to a delicious depth.
	She moaned and her body shook at the coursing sensations, but
even as she felt the next ripples of pleasure welling inside her, his
finger slid from her and his hand drew across her hip where it came to
rest. She could here the rustle of his own clothing behind her and
knew that he case clumsily, hastily, discarding his own jeans, and
then his shirt, and shortly thereafter she felt his hands grip the
shoulders of her blouse and felt it pulled down and off her arms,
leaving her standing, voluntarily blinded by her tight shut eyes,
virtually naked before him.
	His hands returned to her once more, slipping around her waist
and again, the press of his body against her spine, the brush of his
cheek against her neck and the almost inaudible whisper in her ear...
	"Now, my love... open your eyes."
	She did so. And gasped.
	Before her, against the bedroom wall where upon her last visit
mere days before had been the simple, utilitarian mattress bed, there
now stood a magnificent structure... a canopy bed, emmense in
comparison to the old one, it's tall, sturdy iron posts rising up two
full feet above her head, their tops connected by crossbars at the
summit, joining head to foot and side to side. As yet there was no
drapery upon it, but it's naked iron frame was imposing enough and she
gasped.
	"Oh my God" she oozed as her eyes played over it's dimensions,
examining it in a kind of wonder.
	He chuckled into her ear, a lewd, delicious sound and pressed
in to slip his tongue into the folds of that sensitive skin and gently
tickle it.
	"Do you like it?" he breathed, like a serpent tempting the
virginal Eve.
	"Oh Master... it's wonderful."
	"I'm glad you think so, my love.... Because...." his voice
fell to a seductive whisper as his hands began to stroke her stomach
lightly, teasingly "...I'm going to tie you to it... tie you to it and
ravage you for the rest of the night."
	Her body trembled as the muscles in her sex reacted to his
words and his implications, squeezing fresh droplets from her which
tickled on her hairless lower lips and fell away, into her already
soaked panties. She moaned and pressed back, feeling his cock now
separated from her touch by only the thin fabric of their individual
undergarments. And, God, how she wanted him...
	Suddenly he moved, stepping from behind her, scooping her
wrist in his fingers and pulling her around the side of massive
object.
	"On your knees... face the head... up close to the wall."
	His strong grip guided her as she raised a leg and knelt on
the firm, new mattress, covered only with a crisp, pristine fitted
sheet, and half crawled to its' center, her gaze now directed at the
wall beyond the head of the contrivance. She glanced up, letting her
eyes follow the line of the posts up from the low grillwork, high over
her head to where the cross joints were bolted at their tops... and
shuddered.
	She heard him move somewhere behind her and then felt him
mount the bed behind her, his knees straddling hers. Then his hands
cupped her forearms and drew them back and she instinctively crossed
her wrists behind herself, allowing him to wrap the large, soft coils
of rope around and around them, binding them snuggly.
	Again, he moved, but before his full weight slipped from the
mattress, she felt him lean down close behind her and whisper...
	"Welcome to my parlor, little fly"...
	And then he was off again, somewhere out of sight behind her,
moving, bustling.
	She closed her eyes and drank in the headiness of this
moment... his excitement at his new toy, his longing to share it with
her, and her with it... her own adoration and need for him... the
perfection of it all...
	And then he was back, standing beside the bed now, and gently
pressing up on one of her elbows with his palm.
	"Raise your arm, love" he said quietly, and she drew against
the wrist bindings as best she could, opening the gap at her armpit a
fraction wider... but it was enough for him to slip the rope through
and pull a length in behind it. She opened her eyes and looked down,
to see the rope threaded through her elbow, and then, suddenly, a
thick padding wrapped around the rope and held by coils of medical
tape.... a towel... he had wrapped a towel tightly around the rope and
taped it down, forming a sort of dense, soft padd over several feet of
its' length.
	She watched, fascinated, as this padding was pulled up under
her armpit and the rope was secured over her shoulder. Then he was
mounting the bed, standing on it, tossing the other end of the rope
over the top bar and looping it around the post, before turning to
smile wickedly down at her and beginning to draw it tight...
	She felt the padding pulled steadily into her armpit until it
tugged up on her shoulder and threatened to pull her forward, off
balance. But there it stopped, and she felt the odd hint of being
pulled up, just enough to imply a helplessness that she always reveled
in and abandoned herself to with such joy.
	Within a minute, her other armpit was likewise bound and
secured to the top of the opposite post, and she had to exert some
effort to keep from tipping forward and hitting the wall no more than
a foot before her face. This sight was soon stolen from her as she
felt the blindfold behind slid down over her head and she closed her
eyes to recieve it.
	"Now, love... stand up..."
	She scooted forward enough to allow her legs some purchase on
the mattress and she carefully rose to her feet, letting slack into
the ropes which now dangled slightly before her.
	"Step back" he said, his intructions now more crisp, more
urgent.
	She stepped backwards and soon the ropes were pulled tight
once again. She was tempted to simply lean back and let the ropes hold
her up, feel her weight partially suspended and drink in that strange
sensation, but his own conception was much more involved.
	"Further" he said, his tone a bit sterner.
	"Master, I can't"..
	"Yes, you can" he said, encouragingly. "Do it."
	She took a further step and now felt herself teetering, pulled
forward by the ropes that held her shoulders.
	"Very good. Now, don't move."
	She felt him step onto the bed behind her, and soon thereafter
felt the wide, soft, leather belt encircling her waist and being
buckled tighly, cinching her. This was a strange, new sensation, this
binding, and it caused her to suck in a surprised breath. For long
moments afterwards she could not quite identify the feeling or
sensations that occured at either side of her waist, but she soon felt
one side of the belt being pulled upwards slightly, and suddenly she
realized that he had attached fresh ropes to each side of the band
encircling her waist and secured them to the center of the crossbar
that connected the tops of the head and foot posts on one side of the
bed. Aware now, she concentrated to absorb the application of the
other sides bindings, forming an image in her mind of his fingers
feeding ropes through rings on the belt, then up over the crossbar and
finally hauling it, like a sailor might lift a ships' sail.
	Soon she felt the familiar brush and tightening of the ankle
cuff being secured to first one leg and then the other.
	"Now, my love... very carefully... bend over..."
	And she felt his arm pressed against her stomach, to steady
her, and she carefully bent forward at the waist, hoping she would not
tumble headlong into the wall so near before her. But as she began to
lay out, she felt one leg suddenly lifted from beneath her by the pull
of the rope, and drawn up.
	She let out a yelp of surprise, but his arm across her stomach
held her back until the slack in the rope attached to the ankle cuff
was drawn out and she felt that leg being pulled up and back toward
the top of the post at the foot of the canopy.
	Her entire body swayed, like a dancer balanced on one unsteady
leg... and then, with a sharp pull, that foot was yanked out from
under her and her entire weight sagged against the ropes holding her
aloft.
	And she realized with a heavenly rush that she was fully
suspended... lying face down above his bed, the weight of her body
pulled up and out from her shoulders and waist and ankles... her hands
bound behind her back, more completely helpless than she had ever been
in all of their games together... as if she was, indeed, a fly,
splayed and captured in some monstrous spiders' web and awaiting only
the devouring.
	She flexed gently against her bindings, testing them, feeling
the deliciously odd pressures on points that had never before been
restrained in just this way... 
	And then she felt his hands hook the waistband of her now
sodden panties and with a sudden yank, they were shredded and pulled
from her, exposing her glistening, moist and eager sex to the cool,
open air.
	She shuddered and felt a rippling of pleasure through her
suspended body at the thought of her complete helplessness before him,
and her mind flashed with images of what he could do to her in this
state... He might stand between her thighs and impale her with his
throbbing cock in either of her vulnerable openings... he might kneel
there, and torment her for hours with his skilled and devilish
tongue... or she might feel the warm sting of his palm as it swatted
her upturned ass over and over and over... he had always said that one
day he would make her scream with coming simply by spanking her... was
that what he had in mind tonight?
	She moaned in tense anticipation of what torments he had in
mind for her, and she did not have long to await an answer...
	She felt the head of the vibrator against her moist sex only a
moment before it slipped between those throbbing lips and penetrated
her deeply... it was the large one... the one she at first had dreaded
because of it's massive girth and overwhelming length... but now, for
the first time, her boiling excitement seemed to welcome it as it
invaded her passage and came to rest deep inside her, pressing against
her furthest reaches.
	Even as she groaned at the sweet fullness of the invasion, she
could feel the rope looped through the belt above her spine and folded
between her legs, slipped over the ring in the front of the belt and
drawn tight, slipping deep into the furrow of her ass, pressing
against the butt of the monster filling her and holding it firmly in
place.
	She hung there, waves of helplessness and fresh sensations
welling from within her and from every point where her body pressed
down upon her bindings, and then she felt the blindfold being pulled
from her face and she opened her eyes...
	He lay on the bed beneath her, naked, his skin little more
than a foot below her own, and she suddenly imagined herself a bound
angel, floating over his reclinging body, unable to sink that last
short distance and absorb him into herself...
	His eyes gazed up into hers and she saw them brimming with
love and adoration and pride and caring and such lust that she felt
her own breath catch in her throat. Then he smiled, and saw him
reaching up, the clamps in his fingertips...
	She watched in awed fascination as the loops slipped over her
already tight and throbbing nipples and pulled tight, the chain
dangling down, it's center resting on his chest beneath her...
	"Oh God..." he moaned, his eyes still locked on hers... "I do
so love you..."
	She felt a sob of joy and respect and surrender well up in her
chest and longed to float down and settle her body atop his, to
surround and engulf him, feel him slip inside her and become a blanket
for him throughout all time...
	But she could only hang there, staring at her
close/distant/untouchable love and feel the needy throbbing in her
body, eminating from a thousand points, like sparks floating from
embers in a glowing fireplace.
	Then he smiled... that overwhelming, commanding, wicked smile
and she saw his shoulders begin to shift, his body worming slowly
downwards beneath her, until the chain from the clamps lay against his
cheek. Without taking his eyes from hers, he turned his head slowly,
and opened his lips, his tongue slipping out to wrap around the chain
and draw it into his mouth. Then his head straightened beneath her and
she saw his lips begin to work... drawing the slack of the chain
slowly, link by link, into his mouth...
	She let her head drop to look down, underneath her suspended
body and saw that he had one hand wrapped around his hard, exposed
cock and was slowly stroking it... its' tip pointing toward her sex,
suspended only a few inched from it. She watched as his other hand
rose and moved toward her sex, and she managed to turn her gaze to his
face once more, just as those fingers found the butt of the vibrator
and began to turn it, slowly, within her....
	And she saw his mouth devouring the last loose links of the
chain which was drawing tight now, beginning their pull on her
tingling, throbbing, stretched nipples...
	And at that instant, the vibrator inside her sprang to
life....
	
	Beneath her he stroked himself, hard and fast and then he
moaned, his head turning asside, the chain between his teeth pulling
hard on her nipples, his eyes clenched in ecstacy...
	She felt his hot fluid spray up and splash against her sex.
She screamed, thinking she might die from the fire of her own
cumming...
	
	

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