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Grapes for Dinner Part III

This story is not intended for an audience under the age of 18 or those who do
not like stories about bondage; even light bondage.

This story is the third part to Grapes for Dinner?  Part I posted 5/18/98, and
Part II posted 5/20/98.
I apologize for the lack of editing on the first posting.

Again, I am a novice at writing stories and not real experienced with sex.
This story is written with the inspiration of someone I met over the Internet
that has opened my eyes to my desires.  I would like to add at this point that
his inspiration has helped me believe in me and what I can accomplish for
myself.  Otherwise, I don't think I would ever attempt writing.

The other parts were not copyrighted.  Let me take this opportunity to state
that this story is Copyright 1998.  Publishing the story is not permitted
without written permission from the author.

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As Kurt was walking up the stairs to the bedroom, he turns around and asks
"What was it like for you to feel those grapes in your panties?"  "I want to
know what you felt from the first to what it feels like now."

I watched him sit down on the stairs with his back up against the wall and his
feet propped up on the banister.   By his act of taking the time to sit and
relax, I can tell he is quite serious.  There are times like this I look at
him wondering about his curiosity of what I feel.  Is it because he wants to
know if it is just the physical way my body and nerves respond to the cold?
Is it just the details of what the cold grapes feel like in my panties?  Would
he be bothered if I told him that for me it's more than the way I feel
physically?

My love for him runs very deep and each time he touches me, the anticipation
of what he is doing begins a rush of pulses.  To place frozen grapes in my
panties allows me to feel the shock to my body's nerves mixing with the pulses
already generated.  The two different sensations race to my brain and I feel
like my control has been lifted and I have to give in to the feelings.   No
longer is it important trying to control my desires and place them in
categories of right and wrong.  The frozen grapes go beyond the surface of my
skin.

I smile at him wanting to tell him the latter, however I stop and without
thinking, ask him "Are you looking for a new recipe for making wine?"  "If
these grapes don't come out soon, they will ferment real quick."  "In fact I
can feel the skins beginning to simmer because I'm so hot."   I stand up from
the chair feeling everything I just said was nothing more than to try to
control everything I'm feeling.  It doesn't fool him for a moment.

"You will tell me what I want to know, because you want to."  "Maybe not right
now, but you will tell me." He said smiling.

My voice wants to scream to him how much I feel, but I can't let him know or I
will have given too much of myself.  What I want is for him drag it from me.
I want him to give to me the enjoyment of pain and pleasure so that I have no
other choice but to tell him.

Kurt went into the bedroom quickly.  I walked around the downstairs with my
hands still tied behind my back.  I leaned my body forward wishing I had my
hands free to touch the floor.  I could feel a grape move across the slit of
my pussy.  It still held some of the cold stored inside of the thawing skin.
The stretch and grape felt good and helped relieve some of the anxiety of
holding in my thoughts.

Upon returning back down the stairs, Kurt asked me if there was anything I
needed before I sat back down in the chair.

"My hands untied, please Master", I replied with a smile.

"We'll see" he answered.  "Are you sure there is nothing more you need,
because this is your last chance before you give in to me totally for the
evening?"

"Yes, I would like to enjoy more of the wine if you would be so nice." I said.
He poured some more wine in the glass and walked over to me.  He set the glass
down on the end table to untie my hands from behind my back.

He handed me the glass and as I sipped it, he rubbed one of my wrists at a
time and talked about senses and how there are different signals sent to the
brain and how I would probably enjoy feeling them all together.

As I finished the glass of wine, he took it from me and placed it back on the
end table.  Again, he said "Are you sure there is nothing more you will need
for sometime, because this is the last time you will be able to say so for
awhile.  Maybe the rest of the night."

"No Master, all I need now is you."  I said half jokingly as my thoughts were
pressing about the uncertainty of what he was planning with the ropes he
brought down from upstairs.

"Then come here, Candice" he said.  The way he says my name slowly, I feel it
echo in my whole body, up and down.

I followed him to the chair where he pulls my panties down and I walk out of
them noticing the grapes whole and crushed.  He places the panties on the
table and then tells me to sit back down.  I sit on the chair sideways just to
give him a hard time.  He smiles and moves my legs to the center of the chair
and tells me to open them wide and place my feet upon the table.

"I want to know what you have planned first."  I ask with a pouting frown.

"Just leave it to me and do as I say."  He replies softly.

I do as I'm told slowly.  He begins to tie my hands on each side to the back
legs of the chair.  He pulls the rope tighter as I try to pull my hands away.
Then he begins wrapping the rope around my feet and pulling the rope around
the table legs.

Complaining about the rope, I tell him that there is nothing he could do to
make me enjoy this.  I beg "Please make the rope loose?  Your pulling it too
tight, I can't move my legs.  Kurt, please, don't do this."

He takes the panties and tells me to open my mouth.  "It is what you want and
the point is that you can't move my legs or feet."  "No more begging or I will
have to shut you up."  He says sternly, but with an even tone.

"No, you can't do this to me."  I say with anger that is meant to be teasing.

Kurt takes the panties and puts them in my mouth by holding the back of my
head and forcing them in with his fingers.  I'm shocked at his action.

I feel tears begin to well in my eyes.  I taste the grapes and my own juices
together with the cotton fabric of the panties.  My head isn't sure what to
feel and this should be wrong.  I'm shocked he would go this far by shutting
out my voice and pleads.  I look at him, wanting him to see the desperation in
my eyes.  He looks and sees my fear and smiles.  He kisses my cheek as a tear
falls and then kisses my eyes.

He begins his task at hand of tying my bound feet to the table legs.  I try to
move them with out avail.   He takes two pillows from the sofa and moves my
hips forward off the edge of the chair and places one pillow under my head
that is leaning on the back of the chair and the other pillow under my back.
My body is almost hanging there in air.

Kurt goes over to the window on the other side of the table and opens the
blinds.  I can see my reflection in the glass under the table.  I see
everything between my legs opened wide and fully exposed.  Oh no I think,
people will be able to see me.  It's dark outside and the lights inside are
dim, but if they looked close they could see me.

How can he like seeing me this way, I ask myself?  The muscles in my thighs,
groin, and buttocks begin to quiver.  I can feel something rising inside of me
I have never felt before.  I have been tied to the bed, but this is not the
same.  The window, seeing my own reflection, being suspended, and tied with no
voice has new feelings and a mixture of signals filling my brain.  Do I doubt
him?  Do I trust him?  I have no other choice but to find out.

Kurt kneels down beside my face and tells me not to be afraid.  "You need to
totally trust me.  If you don't, you will.   What you will receive is what you
have said you want pleasure mixed with pain.  But it isn't the same
emotionally as you can do to yourself already, it's physical, and what you do
with it is up to you.  I'm sure you are going to love it.  Just remember I do
care very much about you.  Just trust I will take care of your desires."

I closed my eyes as he caressed my breasts and pulled at my nipples.  The
feelings combining with the signals from the sweet taste in my mouth from the
panties was making it impossible to focus on thoughts.

The thoughts shot through my head like rapid-fire bullets.  Could I really
trust him?  What pain would there be?  Could the pleasure take over the pain?
Oh, god, please bite my nipples again!  This is pleasure; there is no pain!
How can he enjoy these breasts?  OH! That feels so good, suck them harder,
please!

He stopped.  I saw him walk away.  NO!  Please don't stop!  Please come back!
No emotional pain, my ass!  Please come back!  He doesn't want me.  I look at
my reflection in the window, I can see myself open wide, and feel my pussy
aching him to touch me.  Please come back Kurt!

It takes him a few minutes to return and he is crawling under the table.  I
can see him looking eye level with my pussy.  I want to beg him. Please touch
it!  Please Kurt!  I ache for your touch.  I need your touch.  Oh, please
touch me!

Then I feel the cold, ice feeling upon the lips of my pussy.  The shock sends
my hips to buck forward and a strong shiver down my spine.  It's very cold.
He slides it up and down.  I feel his fingers open me inside and I feel him
push the frozen grape inside.  He slides another around from clit to ass
slowly and then puts it inside too.  He repeats this with two more grapes.
My body is feeling on fire and he sends me to a new dimension by sliding his
tongue up and down and teasing me by stopping and starting again.

His tongue moves inside me and pushes the grapes up further.  I feel him begin
to suck one out and it leaves my body giving me such a rush that I move my
hips wanting to squeeze as a reflex.  The ropes pull tight against my feet. He
sucks out another and begins to touch my clit and rub it in circles with his
finger.  I can hear him chewing the grapes. The power he has over my body and
what it feels is mixing me up.   The only control I could have over him is if
he doesn't know how I am feeling.  I try to be still.

He stops and I feel something metal.  My clit is being pulled and then
squeezed that there is such pain I feel it jolt everything inside of me.  He
moves away and watches me in the glass as I look to see what he has done.  He
flashes a beam of light to expose to me and the world he has attached a clit
clamp.

NO!  It hurts! A loud muffled moan won't escape my mouth and stays in my
throat vibrating like rice paper against a fan.

His lips gently brush my swelling clit and the pleasured signals I feel from
his touch are mixing with the pain and combining forces to make me want to
shout it out loud how much I love and want him.    And just as I feel I can't
hold in any more pain, he sucks out the other two grapes.  As they exit
slowly, he takes them with his tongue. My body begins shaking with this new
feeling that is more intense than I have ever felt.  Frankenstein couldn't
have felt this good when he was made alive from lightening.

He leaves me like this for a moment and comes back.  There are no thoughts
that fill my head except the experience of what I'm feeling.  Please let me
come is the only thought that burst from my brain over and over again.

I feel his finger sliding from my open pussy to my ass.  It's warm and oily as
he circles my ass and then slowly inserts his finger halfway in.   Layer upon
layer he is adding to the most I've ever felt physically in my life, including
a 10k run in 100° heat with shin splints.

Once he has two fingers inside my ass sliding in and out, and he begins
rubbing my swollen clit with his tongue, I can't keep holding on and my body
begins to respond with rocking and jolts as I reach the most intense orgasm I
have ever felt.  My muscles become so tense and I can't squeeze my legs
together, as they want to automatically respond.  My body is shrieking like a
large firecracker reaching to the stars to explode.

He removes the clit clamp and another layer of intense pulsating signals rush
up to my brain, sending alerts and tingles everywhere else in my body.   I'm
begging him with my eyes to stop, but he won't.  The orgasm won't pass and
becomes more intense as he presses hard with his flickering tongue and his
fingers still sliding in and out of my ass.

My body goes absolutely limp and I'm breathing deep through my nose.  But he
won't stop and there are charges running through me like small electric
shocks.

Letting go finally, he takes the panties out of my mouth and kisses me deeply.
I taste me all over again and lick his mouth inside and out needing the
moisture.

He unties the rope and takes his time releasing me.  I slide to the floor
holding my knees.  I don't want to feel anymore than I do right now.  I just
want this to feeling to last as long as possible.

Kurt moves the chair from behind me, sits down on the floor, pulls me closer
to hold me.

We sit in silence for awhile and he whispers. "That is only the second course
Candice.  You haven't yet experienced the true mixture of pain and pleasure."
"But we will take our time to enjoy."  "Are you happy?"

I sat there not answering that question.  I was truly happy.  I will always
remember this feeling of being enjoyed, of enjoying and the intense sweetness
of it all.

"There is more?" I asked with a scared laugh.













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