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Subject: {ASSM} Bound To Please by Delta Venus
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Bound To Please - a Story
  by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009



She and her husband had talked about the fantasy for months. Now she
waits. It will happen soon, when her husband finally arrives home from
work. The anticipation is killing her, she should have waited longer
before acting, so she wouldn't have had to wait as long in her current
condition. Either period of waiting would have been stressful, but it
would have been more comfortable to wait sitting in a chair, or pacing
around the apartment, instead of barely able to move, and unable to
see, but once she committed herself, she couldn't turn back.


She wonders what the first thought through her husband's mind will be
when he sees her, and her vulnerability. Her wrists chained to the
headboard with fur-lined handcuffs. Her ankles trussed to the
bedposts, holding her legs spread wide. The intricate rope work around
her torso, tightly binding her breasts, offering them up for use and
abuse. The bright blue ball-gag fit tightly in her mouth, silencing
her potential protests or passionate moans, perhaps both. The velvet
mask covering her eyes, keeping her from seeing what her husband's
reaction might be, or what he might do when he decides to act. Her
freshly shaved pussy, lightly swollen with anticipatory arousal,
pinkness protruding just a little, with nothing to hide its intimate
secrets any more.


There! She can hear him fumbling with his key at the door, he will
soon see her helplessness and availability, and take advantage of them
like they have talked about while making love time and time again, the
fantasy giving them both an extra charge, almost electric. Now it will
be real. His footsteps carry softly, she hears them go first into the
kitchen, then the living room. Won't he come into the bedroom already,
she's been waiting so long for him! Finally he softly pads towards
her, quiet as a burglar.


She hears his sharp intake of breath as he finally sees her, spread
wide, bound tightly to the bed, unable to see or to speak. He
approaches rapidly, then, and his hands check the bonds, first the
handcuffs, then the ropes, to ensure she is truly unable to escape and
really at his mercy. Satisfied that the bindings are truly secure, he
makes his next move. She jerks slightly at the anticipated yet
unexpected touch, a finger rubbing lightly between the lips of her
bald, exposed pussy. The finger comes away with a sheen of her juices,
and she hears him suck the liquid from it. The now wet finger rubs her
nipples, first the right one, then the left, leaving them wet and
aroused. He blows upon them, the cooling evaporation making them rise
even more, sticking out firm and proud.


Now it isn't just a finger, but his hand. A light caress of her cheek,
then a firm squeeze of her left breast, a slow wandering over the
tightly laced ropes binding her body and breasts, tickling the exposed
flesh in between the silky smooth cotton strands, down her hip and
then slowly, slowly across to her inner thigh, teasingly light now,
barely a feathers touch as it travels slowly across that most
sensitive area, making its way inevitably towards her now very
inflamed pussy. Suddenly he cups her pussy tightly, rubbing in a
circle with a firm and steady motion. A finger slides easily between
her lips, and then is joined by a second, forcing their way deeply
into her tunnel, their passage made easy by the torrent of fluids now
leaking profusely from her.


She is moaning loudly now, except the sound is muffled by the gag, and
barely audible even to herself. The fingers pump into her a few times,
then are pulled out, teasing her now very erect clit just a little as
they are pulled away. Again she hears him suck the juices from them,
slurping with abandon, like a mannerless child eating a bowl of soup
without a spoon. Now then caress by a gentle hand is repeated, except
on the other side of her body, with the unexpected addition of a
tight, forceful pinch of her right nipple, almost vice-like, which
shoots sensations through every nerve ending in her body. This time it
is three fingers that enter her, stretching her close to her limits,
pulling her lips tightly over her clit, and lighting fires in her
depths, as they plunge in and out with an increasing tempo.


She gasps suddenly, the sound a mere hiss around the gag. His tongue
has joined the fingers! It feels incredible as it lightly teases the
now very sensitive hood area, barely brushing her clit as it flicks to
and fro amongst her outer lips. His lips join the tongue, while the
fingers keep up their now constant rhythm of in and out thrusts.
Gentle, sucking, toothless bites augment the action of the tender
tongue, driving her to heights she has seldom reached before. His
scratchy beard feels wonderful against the sensitive skin of her
shaved mound.


Scratchy beard!? Panic! Intense fear washes over her in waves. Her
husband can barely raise a beard when he tries, and he never tries, he
is always clean shaven and smooth as a baby's butt, even at the end of
the day. His face doesn't know the meaning of five o'clock shadow.
This can not be her husband! Surprisingly the adrenaline rush of fear
does nothing to diminish the intensity of her arousal. If anything, it
intensifies as her mind screams out against it, the thought of a total
stranger doing these things to her revolting, but electrifying at the
same time. She tries to scream, but it is suffocated by the gag, and
sounds more like passion than plea. She tries to move away, to squirm,
but she has done such a good job in her self-trussing that she can
only wiggle a little, and it isn't much different from the impassioned
thrusts and moves she has been making as her body became so
wonderfully aroused, and still is. Her nipples have hardened even
more, her chest and face have flushed with a heated blush, her heart
is pounding, and every inch of her skin seems hypersensitive, every
little touch sending electrical pulses zinging down the nerve endings,
shooting straight to her brain.


She hears the sound of a zipper being drawn, the tongue withdraws, and
the fingers are pulled out of her pussy. They are quickly used to
spread her lips wide open, gaping her hole as she feels this strange
man position himself between her widely spread legs. She knows why he
holds her open this way, not just to look, although surely he can see
right up inside her the way he has her held, but to penetrate her, to
thrust his member deeply into her. She shudders in anticipation of the
coming violation, not with horror, but with arousal. She has given in,
knowing that her struggles are futile in her well bound state, and the
surrender has excited her further.


He wears no protection, she can feel the silky smooth skin that graces
the head of his large cock as he nestles it between her slick, juicy
pussy lips, still held wide open by his fingers. His cock seems much
larger than her husbands, a true ramrod of manhood, thick, and surely
long as well. This may be a tighter stretch than the previous
penetration by three fingers. He begins to spear that thick cock into
her hole, and while it does stretch things quite a lot, the entry is
easier than she thought it would be, eased along by the copious fluids
leaking from her, sliding swiftly along the slickened path into the
center of her being. Much larger than her husband! He slides deeper
than she has ever been penetrated, until he finally is pushing at the
very entrance to her womb, and still he isn't all the way inside her,
and he will never be, he is just too large, leaving her feeling a
little like an overstuffed sausage casing, or a woman trying on a pair
of panty hose two sizes too small.


He removes the fingers keeping her spread, but her lips stay well
split with that thick meat spiked between them. He starts to thrust,
each withdrawal pulling her lips well outside their usual haunts,
distended, stretched and pulled wide apart. Each penetration driving
all the way to the back of her canal, banging against her womb,
drawing her lips and clitoral hood along for the ride, her magic
button getting pressed and rubbed intensely both coming and going. All
the intense sensations that had been flying through her nervous
system, lighting off her brain, have now devolved into straight,
hardwired connections to the base of her spine, electric sensations
burning down the lines, causing jittery muscle contractions,
involuntary thrusting of her hips, spontaneous sweating and a flowing
of juices from her honey pot like she has never experienced. The very
walls of her pussy seem to quiver with living energy as this total
stranger, whom she can't even see, plumbs the depths of her pussy with
his enormous manhood, unprotected, raw, and powerful.


She loses track of her orgasms, each melting into the next, until she
feels his impending release. He thrusts deeply into her, almost
burying his whole cock inside, pressing the thick head of his cock
right up against the entrance to her womb, and shuddering himself with
the intensity of their sexual passion, shoots solid streams of cum
into her, the shots penetrating right past her cervix and filling her
uterus. Her own powerful orgasmic contractions drive her cervix to
suck at the shooting streams of semen, and help to fill her very
center with this strangers seed. If this is the right time of the
month, there is no possibility that she won't be impregnated. Waves of
emotion and sensation wash over her, and she is left feeling like a
stick of butter left out in the sun too long, melted and mushy, with
no resistance, merely a creamy center with no foundation or support.


The stranger withdraws, leaving a well violated hole, wide open now
without any help needed to keep it so. No fingers need to spread it,
no cock need plunge inside it, it gapes and slacks all by itself. Only
a very tiny bit of semen leaks from within, though, the seed has been
planted well inside, and won't be leaving, no matter how open the
entrance. Her right nipple is pinched, playfully, but hard enough for
a little pain, and then his voice whispers into her ear.


"I couldn't resist your sexy offering here. I broke in to take your
money and electronics, but I've taken something so much more
satisfying. I felt it when you realized I was someone other than who
you expected, and I would have stopped if you had turned cold fish,
but you didn't, you stayed as hot as a steam room. Hope you are on the
pill, because I really creamed your insides!" He kisses her on the
forehead, and she hears him chuckling as he pads away towards the
front door, and then is gone.


Now she waits. The burglar has left her just as she left herself
before he arrives, tied to the bed, helpless, vulnerable. She thinks
about her husband, what will he think when he sees her? The fantasy is
still set to happen, she can't do anything to prevent it. What will
the first thought through his head be? Will he take immediate
advantage, or will he tease her, or maybe even release her, not ready
to make the fantasy a reality? She is worn out, but these thoughts of
her husband still arouse her, her total nakedness and complete
vulnerability are still sensual and arousing, even after the orgasmic
onslaught she has just undergone. Will her husband even compare to the
heavy dicking the huge stranger has just given her?


And the curiously arousing thought, will her husband realize she has
already been ravished?

         DV

http://deltavenus.smutisp.com/

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