Message-ID: <6304eli$9802201609@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Chip Clark <chipc@netscape.com> Subject: Up Tight (MF BD) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: chipc@netscape.com Path: qz!not-for-mail 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> X-Original-Message-ID: <34EDB28E.E43472ED@netscape.com> This story isn't for everyone. It does contain sex but that's not the point. If you disagree with bondage DON'T read further. Standing quietly in a corner I was fuming. I had agreed to this situation, but somewhere along the way it had stopped being fun and I wanted to end it, get out, call it quits. The only problem was I was standing naked with my hands tied to the ceiling just high enough to keep only my toes touching the ground. As a result I couldn’t leverage my weight or my strength to pull the hooks out of the ceiling. I had stood here long enough before getting angry that my arms were tired and wouldn’t support me flipping upside down to the utilize the energy left in my legs. So I was stuck, tied to a ceiling and ready to bite someone’s head off. Of course I also wore a blindfold so I couldn’t see whether my assailant was still in the room. It was quiet, and it had been for several hours but she had been quiet before and this was her game. I had agreed to allow her the luxury of tying me up. I had agreed to her tormenting me for a while, but I never thought she would go so far as to leave me hanging here for so long. My muscles were cramping, nothing serious, but enough to create the necessity of movement. Yet to move required strength, something I was in short supply of. Every time I would lift myself to relief the cramps in my toes, my arms would ache. If I moved from side to side in an attempt to stretch my arms somewhat different than the position they were tied, my back would cramp. If I relaxed my back and arms, my toes would bear all the weight and begin to cramp. Damn her! How long was this process suppose to last? What was she trying to prove? I hope she was getting some sadistic form of pleasure out of this, because the only thing I was getting is angry. My heart was racing, my face was tense, all of this just adding to the general exhaustion. About this time I felt the pain of a feather stroking me just along the rib cage. Although it would normally have tickled, the blood flowing to every part of my body made the sense reel in agony. I reached with my body to avoid the contact but there was no energy left and my restraints made it impossible to get far enough away. "God damn you!" I shouted as I began to kick wildly in the air. I hit nothing, but the agony of the feather stopped. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Let me down!" "Ah, but the game isn’t over," she said with an air of innocence. "Yes it is. Now untie me." My head was pounding but my body grew limp. "Not until you’ve given up." "Damn you, I give up. I give up. I give up." The brief expense of energy left without the will to remove the pain. "No you haven’t. You’re still angry." "God Damn it!" I screamed as I began kicking the air again. "Fuck you! Fuck you!" "See" "No, I can’t see. I have a fucking blind fold on, you bitch." I swayed back and forth, uncontrollable as if I was a slab of meat hung in a meat locker that had been knocked by a negligent passer by. "I’ll come back when you’ve calmed down." "I can’t calm down." Tears began to form in my eyes. "I can’t." There was no energy in my voice. There was no energy anywhere. Silence. After a long pause the feather returned to my ribs. I couldn’t feel it or perhaps better put I could feel every individual quill but there was nothing left inside of me to cause even the slightest reaction, not even my face twitched. I hung there thinking about nothing but the soft caress of the feather, a stark contrast to the numbing pain I felt everywhere else. "Very good. Maybe you are ready." "Please." I wanted to say more but I couldn’t. There was no energy to talk or even think of more. I felt the feather move down my stomach to my crotch. Like before there was no reaction, no emotion only the awareness of the feather and my skin. Then my assailant touched me with her hand. She began to mold my member. It was as if she was checking for life or sifting river mud for rocks or twigs. Nothing. She moved in with her mouth. First I could feel her breath against my thighs, then her hair and then her lips as she delicately scooped up my remains and took me inside. I grew hard. And as I grew the strain of the rest of my body eased. It was as if she was injecting me with new life. Yet, as I grew closer to climax the cramps and the pain returned, worse that before. This new life was only one more painful. I reached, I pulled, I strained and finally I came. It one great burst every muscle in my body pored forth and cried out. Suddenly I fell to the floor, a heap of flesh, spent and exhausted. The tears that had started before came now in waves free from their bonds. I sobbed uncontrollably. I couldn’t move, nor did I want to; I just wanted to cry. My assailant wrapped her arms around me, took off my blindfold and ties and kissed me about my face, shoulders, arms and back. I fell asleep in her arms never more relaxed in all my life. -- Chip Clark -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |