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Subject: Whitney - D/s, cons., bond., M/f

Whitney....

	She was already trembling when she heard the door close behind
her and the lock being slid into place. Just the idea that she had
allowed herself to be talked into such an intimate situation on their
first meeting had her stomach churning with flickering butterfly
wings. And now that she stood in the middle of the darkened hotel
room, waiting for him, for whatever he might want to do to her, caused
her sex to throb and the moisture to seep inside her.
	She heard him moving into the room behind her, over toward one
of the nightstands beside the bed.
	"Please close your eyes, Whitney" he said, quietly.
	She let her lids slide shut and steadied herself with a deep
breath. She could hear him moving around her, sense him pass by close
enough to feel the warmth of him, but it was some moments before he
spoke again.
	"Now, open your eyes and turn to face the mirror on your left,
please."
	She opened her eyes and was instantly aware of the few candles
that he had lit... one on each of the nightstands, two on the dresser,
opposite the bed. She turned and saw herself bathed in the dim,
reddish glow of the candlelight in the reflecting glass of the mirror.
	"Disrobe, please. Completely."
	Her hands were trembling as she reached up and began to
unbutton her blouse.
	
	When she stepped out of her jeans and hooked her thumbs into
the waistband of her panties, sliding them slowly over her hips,
feeling them fall away to a puddle around her ankles and stepped from
them, she was able to see the soft, almost radiant glow of her skin in
the mirror. The idea that she was there, naked, vulnerable, thrilled
her more than she could have imagined.
	"Turn around and look at the bed now, please" he said quietly.
	She slowly turned and cast her gaze onto the bed... and there,
just as she had hoped, laid out in a small pattern, were the objects
she had once mentioned to him...
	The blindfold.... leather with a fleece backing and wide
elastic strap... the tube of Icyhot medicated cream.... the pair of
vibrators, one slim and rather short and the other a marvelous
contraption, large and spiked along it's base... and the scarves, a
large pile of them, each appearing in the dim light to be composed of
fine, light but strong silk.
	He moved to the side of the bed, carefully taking up the
blindfold and moving up behind her.
	"Close your eyes, please".
	She could feel the blindfold sliding down over her face, even
before her eyes were fully shut, and when his hands left the back of
her head, she opened them a tiny fraction.... to utter blackness.
	
	Again, she heard him moving, and then his quiet, commanding
voice once more.
	"Move onto the bed, please, on all fours."
	She stepped carefully forward and felt the foot of the
mattress against her shin. Leaning down until her palms touched it,
she crawled slowly forward.
	"Stop there."
	She stopped, on hands and knees in the center of the bed,
feeling much like an obedient pet rather than the excited, trembling
woman she was.
	For a long moment, there was no motion around her... no
sound... then, she felt it.... the cold flush of sensation against the
very tip of her already tight left nipple.... It was the Icyhot... but
it was like the touch of an ice cube... he had chilled it somehow and
it sent a deep shiver through her. She felt her back bow out in an
automatic reaction to the chill, but instantly there was a sharp crack
and she felt the ripple of a sting as his palm swatted her firmly on
the buttock.
	"I did not tell you to move, Whitney. Please don't do so again
unless instructed." His voice was measured and calm.
	She sighed and, with an effort, straightened her back,
allowing the sensation of the cream to flood her throbbing nipple. The
chill slowly ebbed to a dull warmth, and then she could sense the
beginning of the burning... which grew and became more forceful with
each passing second. In a few moments, deep ripples of sensations were
flooding out from that tiny pinpoint of flesh and her clit began to
throb in time to the waves.
	As the sensation began to dull, she felt the touch of another
drop of the Icyhot on her other nipple, and the process repeated
itself, sending rich, deep shocks into the other side of her chest and
drawing answering throbs from her clit.
	She moaned and felt like laying her head down on the bed,
opening herself to him... inviting him into her... but she managed to
remain motionless.
	After this second assault began to ebb, she felt yet another
touch of the chilled lotion, this time genly brushed along one lip of
her sex. Her moan was louder this time, as the cold to hot waves began
to sink deep into her most sensitive flesh.
	By the time the fourth application of the hellish cream was
lightly brushed along her other nether lip she was trembling, her body
assaulted by the waves of feeling that now rolled through her from
both points.
	Then she felt his palm and fingers against her buttocks, and
realized that he was spreading her... opening her gently... exposing
that tightest and most delicate of places... and then the chilled
shudder of the dab of cream was against her tight, puckered opening...
and she almost collapsed onto the bed. Her body contracted as the heat
from the medicated cream first ignited, then slowly began to flame
against that most sensitive, secret skin and her sex answered with a
welling of fluid, as it in vain attempt to extinguish it. Her mind
swirled with sensations and she barely noticed his voice coming to her
from somewhere nearby.
	"Please roll over onto your back, Whitney."
	She carefully lowered herself to her elbows and slid her hip
down, rolling cautiously over until she was laying, prone, on the
center of the bed. Each move caused the cream to massage itself into
her, raising fresh ripples of sensations to all points of her body.
	But she was on her back now, and slowly struggling to relax...
It came as a complete surprise when she felt his hand firmly scoop up
one ankle and lift it from the bed, bending her knee and raising it
until her thigh was almost pressed against her chest.
	From the pressure on the bed below her, she could tell that he
was now kneeling below her, and then she felt his still clothed shirt
pressed against the bottom of her foot, holding it bend above her.
	His hand gently took her wrist and raised it from beside her,
and she felt the winding of the first scarf around it, the fluttering
as the knot was tied and pulled snuggly, capturing her securely. Then
her arm was raised and she felt her wrist laid firmly against the
outside of her ankle, as the other end of the scarf began to wrap
around both appendages, linking them softly together. The winding
continued, as if to completely cocoon them, and then was knotted
tightly, pinning her wrist to her ankle and forcing her body to bend
slightly to that one side.
	She felt him rise from the bed, then the weight of him below
her once more, this time pressing against the other ankle, which was
raised up tight against her and gently bound to her other wrist.
	
	When he finally moved away, she drank in the sensations of her
situation... her wrists bound to the outsides of her ankles, which
were pulled up tight against her, the weight of her legs slowly
pulling her open before him. And at each of the points of her body,
the medicated cream was doing it's final, warm throbbings on her
flesh, making her ache to cum.
	She heard the light click, instantly followed by the buzz from
the vibrator and when it lightly touched her, just inside her exposed
naval, she shuddered and moaned.
	For the next few minutes she endured an agony of delicious
torments as the tip of the throbbing, quivering toy was lightly drawn
over her body... up her stomach, out along the edges of her breasts...
tickling her... teasing her... but never allowing her that single
sharp stab of pleasure she now desparately longed for.
	Then she felt the toy slowly drawing down, making the slow,
graceful, light course over her stomach and floating toward her sex,
and she began to breath more heavily, the air filling her in short,
light pants of excitement. But before it touched the lips of her sex,
she felt the startling chill of another dab of the cream against her
tight, puckered opening... and then the tip of the toy drifted up over
the lips of her sex, passing an agonizing fraction of an inch from her
trobbing, aching clit and down along the quivering lips of her sex,
picking up the moisture that was already seeping from between them....
	It rode gently over the ridge of flesh at the base of her sex
and then it was against her tight rear opening and slowly pressing
home... entering her.... picking up and carrying minute traces of the
cream as it went, dragging them into her...
	By the time it came to rest, a vibrating demon buried inside
her flesh, she was already beginning to flare with the throbbing heat
of the cream deep inside her and her sex began to clench tightly,
forcing more of her fluids out, which flowed down in a ticklish stream
over her ass and began to pool on the bed beneath her.
	She wanted to cum so badly now, that she felt like sobbing,
but still her torment was not completed. For in a moment she felt the
press of the other, much larger vibrator against the lips of her sex,
and as the head opened her and slipped inside her, it too leapt to
life.
	It drove slowly home, filling her depth and sending wave after
wave of shuddering tingles through her flesh and mind... and when it
finally pressed against the deepest parts of her, she felt the light
tickling of the soft spikes at it's base... and to her horror realized
that they were turned backwards, not to press against her clit but
rather against the ridge of flesh that separated her two most
sensitive openings.
	She moaned in disappointment and then the sudden shock of the
cream that he had smeared long the base of the larger vibrator began
to flow into the lips of her sex and she felt her body shudder as her
entire exposed sex caught fire.
	
	She felt her body begin to move, undulating and turning as if
to try to stroke the invading monsters and steal the small extra
tickle from them that would send her crashing over into an explosive
orgasm... but he had arranged them carefully, and she found that her
torture was enough to hang her on the edge of an explosive climax, but
not to push her over into that abyss of pleasure.
	
	She was moaning now, a slow, steady keening sound of hurt and
torment as her body was assaulted from within and without... as fresh
droplets of the cream were carefully dabbed onto her sex and nipples
whenever the heat of the previous application began to ebb. And her
binding was such that she could not even curl her hips enough to drive
the invading monsters deeper inside herself, force them to rape a
climax from her.
	She was almost in dispair when he finally took pity on her,
and she felt his body begin to slowly sink down between her legs, his
elbows planted in the bed behind her....
	...and then she felt the light tickle of his warm breath
against the moist, trembling lips of her sex.... and a moment later...
the tip of his tongue sliding in and brushing against her now agonized
clit...
	And she came with a scream, cumming from the depths of her
soul and shuddering as if to shake her very spirit loose and fling it
into the dark void of her ecstacy....
	
	And as the fifth and then sixth wave of cumming overwhelmed
her and she felt her mind begin to drift off under the heavenly
assault, she wondered, idlly, if he would ever stop... and if she
would survive until he did....
	
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