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   Image 41

   by Suki

 He had the most fantastic lips.  She just couldn't draw her
eyes away from them.  He was sitting across from her in the coffee shop
and she knew she was being rude to be staring, but she couldn't help
it.  She stared in fascination at his lips.  They were large and soft
and full.  She could imagine them touching her.  Kissing her lips and
down
the side of her neck.  Nuzzling her body.  His kisses would be soft,
gentle at times, and almost biting at others.  She could feel his lips
in her thoughts, nipping gently at her skin, licking a trail down her
belly.
 Those soft full lips on her clit.  His pink tongue sliding out
between the lips.  Her head spun with her thoughts and she lowered her
eyes, least he should read her mind.




   Image 42

   by Suki

 The tree stood in the back yard, dark and imposing.  It was
a large tree, with thick outreaching branches.  The lowest branch was
5' off the ground, and they spiraled higher from there.  A perfect tree.

The yard was surrounded by high fences.  No neighbors could see in, and
the closest house was 200 yards away.
 She stared at the tree.  It was a tree full of memories.  In her
mind, she saw the leather straps hanging off the branches.  She could
picture herself hanging from the tree, strap marks criss-crossing her
back side.  She remembered him taking her, while she hung from that
tree.
She remembered being blindfolded and left along, bound to the base of
the
tree.  So many memories, as she stared at it came to her.  Good
memories.
Pain-filled memories.  She wondered absently if there was any way to dig

it up and take it with her when she moved.




   Image 43

   by Suki

"Take off your clothing!" The order came across the speaker attached
 to the wall.
 She had followed the instructions on the note she had found in
her mailbox.  She knew the note was from him.  It had read 'Go to the
large, gray house on the corner of L--- and M------ #85.  The door will
be unlocked.  Enter, then walk down the corridor to the left and enter
the second room on the right.  Await further instructions.'
 She had complied to the letter, feeling excited and a little afraid.
He knew that.  He always did.  He knew her fears and weaknesses, and
exactly
how hard to push.  He always took her to the edge, no matter what the
activity.  He tested until she thought she could bear no more, and then
he stopped.
 The house had been dark and cold.  No lights were on when she entered,
and she did not bother to try to find them.  The light seeping in the
windows from the gray day was enough.  She endeared the room, closed the
door,
and stopped.  Staring around, she quickly noted that there were only two

visible things in the room.  One was a gold speaker box, mounted near
the
door she had entered.  The other was placed up in the far left ceiling
corner
of the room.  It was a video camera.  Other than these, the room was
bare.
Light filtered in from the one small window across from the door.
"Take off your clothing!"  The order came across the speaker.
 Slowly, she began removing her clothes.  Starting with her shirt,
then her skirt, and then the undergarments.  The more she removed the
slower
she became.  Fear was beginning to build.  What if he was not even
there?
Who was the voice on the speaker?  How many were watching the camera?
Finally,
she stood nude in the middle of the room, her clothes in a pile at her
feet.  She shivered, and wrapped her arms around her chest waiting for
further
instructions.
 The speaker box spoke again, "Remove your jewelry too."  She paled.
"Please, no..." she whispered.
"Yes!"  came the voice.
 It was silly, she realized, to be standing in the middle of an empty
room nude, arguing about her jewelry.  It was not that she was afraid it

would not be returned, she knew it would be.  But she _never_ took her
rings
or bracelet off.  Not to sleep.  Not to bathe.  They felt as much a part
of
her as her fingers.  And he knew this!  It was another test, she
realized.
 The speaker was silent, seeming to wait for her decision. The shadows
on the walls deepened as evening approached.  Hesitantly, carefully, she

removed her rings and bracelet.  She felt naked.  Everything familiar
lay
at a pile at her feet.




   Image 44

   by Suki

 She shook her head, trying to clear the red haze.  The mists
parted, and the pain returned.  Her body ached from the whipping she
had just received.
 They had been playing.  She had been tied, in the middle of the
room, cuffs lifting her arms above her head, with her feet almost off
the floor.  He had been whipping her.  It had started slowly, building
up.  Light, sharp stinging turned to harsh, red pain.  Her eyes had
screwed shut with tears, and she had bit her lip to keep from crying
out.
The roaring in her ears became louder.  Louder...until it drown out all
other noises.  And then the red haze had come before her eyes.  A
feeling
of weightlessness.  Blackness.





 A quick note to everyone out there who responded to my
self-post or on shaving, thank you all for the feedback.  I did
not receive a single negative response.  Everyone was very positive
and supportive.  Thank you all.

 As for shaving, I've decided to go _again_ (as that I keep changing
my mind) with the way I like it, which is a compromise between fully
shaved and not at all.

   -Suki

  Image 45

  by Suki

 Her eyes were closed and her lips were just slightly parted with
pleasure.  Sensations coursed though her body. She leaned into the man
behind
her who was helping to hold her up.  Without his help she probably would
have
been unable to support her own body.  In front of her, two others were
touching
her body.  She could feel fingers stroking the line of her chest, where
her
clothes just covered the tip of her breasts.  Another set of hands
stroked her
thighs, spreading heat under the lacy nylon of her body-suit.  She
sighed,
rocking gently with the hands surrounding her.  Giving herself
completely
to the feelings in her body.




   Image 46

   by Suki

 "There!"  he stated, snapping the tiny gold padlock in place,
"Now I am on my way to work.  Be a good girl and be here when I return.
I'll make sure you aren't too bored."

 She wondered what he meant by that statement.  She was bound
comfortably in on of those round rattan chairs.  It was one of those
sliding chairs, where the circle of the chair and the base came apart.
He had slid the chair so her head was just tilted up slightly, with
her feet dangling to just touch the floor.  Her wrists were tied with
soft leather cuffs to just above her body on either side of the chair.
Her ankles were bound spread apart to either sides of the base of the
chair.  And he had run wide bands of leather around her waist, under
her arms, and across her thighs, making it impossible for her to move.
Then he had attached clamps to the nipples just tight enough to be
noticeable,
not enough to be painful.  And locked a chastity belt with two vibrators

inside of her, around her waist.  The last step he made to finish this
process was to tie a blindfold over her eyes, and a bandanna gag over
her
mouth.  The gag went over her cheeks and between her teeth, but did not
actually have anything in her mouth.  This simply made it hard to speak,

but did not muffle all sound.   He stepped back to admire his handiwork
and then kissed her on the forehead.  "I'm going to work."

 "On a Saturday?" she tried to ask, but with the bandanna over her
face it came out more like "mn n natrdny?"
 "I'm sorry, darling, I don't understand you."  He said cheerfully,
"Don't worry, I'll only be gone for a while."

 She tugged on the restraints, testing their give.  There was almost
no give.  Resigned, she rested her head back down on the chair.  She
could
not see or move, and with those senses gone, the feeling sensation got
stronger and stronger.  Her body began to react to the vibrators and
clips,
and soon she had lost all sense of time as her body went in and out of
orgasm.  She began to wiggle against the ties, and clench and unclench
her muscles in rhythm with the vibrators.

 In reality, it had only been about 15 min.  He had gone outside
the front door and started his car, so she would hear him leaving.  He
had only gone down the block, and then parked and locked his car.  Then
he walked over to his neighbors house and knocked on the door.

 The door was opened by the neighbors, friends of theirs.  They
had known (intimately) these neighbors, and played for the last year or
so.  Usually it was pre-planned and the four of them would spend the
evening together.  This time he had chosen to surprise her.

"She is ready" he said, knowing they would know what he meant.
"Remember,
don't do anything to let her know who you are."

 They crossed the street together.  He opened the front door and
let his neighbors in ahead of him.   He was not a participant this time.

Just an onlooker.

 At the sound of the front door opening she had turned her head.
She tried to call out his name but it came out again as "Mmnon?"  No one

answered her.  She felt panic start to mount.   What if it was a
burglar?
What could she do?  Soft footsteps came from outside the room.  It
sounded
like a couple of people.  She crocked her head to hear better.  The hair

on the back of her neck stood up on end when she realized that there
were
others besides herself in the room.




  Image 47

  by Suki

"A request, my lord?"  she asked, quietly.
"Yes?"
"I ask that you untie my hands and feet then lay back and allow me to
service
you with my mouth, hands and any other part of my body that pleases you,
my
lord," she requested, hoping he would agree.
 His answer was to reach down and free her long since cramped legs
from the spreader bars, and then tug loose the cords around her wrist.
She
mentally sighed in release and then stretched her knotted muscles.
"Keep yourself occupied"  he commanded.  Instantly her hands went down
to
the lower regions of her body.  She was sore, but it felt good.  He was
pushing
the restraints off of the bed.
"I await your pleasure, my lord."  she reminded gently.

"Yes.  You do."





  Image 48

  by Suki

 The basement is set up like a gymnasium, and she wonders at
all of his equipment.  He guides her around, proudly showing her
each piece and describing it's functionality.  A horse, a balance beam,
flying rings, each one available for other than it's originally intended

purpose.  They stop before one of the pieces of equipment.

"My latest acquisition,"  he announces proudly.  She examines it.  It
is a set of two uneven bars, like those that gymnasts use, but they
are set closer to the ground.  No one could possibly be using these
for parallel bars, she muses, I wonder....

"Would you like me to show you?"  he asks, a wicked look on his face.

 She knows that look.  Instantly she finds she is wet between
the legs.  As if her body remembers even better than her mind, previous
times.

"OK," she sighs with a mock look of 'if you _really_ want to'.

 The highest bar of the two was just waist height.  The second
bar was about 12 inches lower and about 18 inches away.

"Stand over here," he orders softly, pointing to a spot behind the
middle of the highest bar.  She does so, watching he move over to a
cabinet and pull out several wide ties and a spreader bar.  She cocks
and eyebrow at him.

"Well, you cannot very well understand something unless it is for real,
can you?"  He says with an innocent look.

"Ugh huh,"  she replies with a sarcastic tone of voice.  He bends at her

feet and secures two ties to her ankles and then to the spreader bar,
moving her feet apart.  When that is secured he pushes her over the
top bar, checking to make sure it is exactly where her thighs connect
to her upper body.

"In order to carry your weight without you straining," he explains.  Her

toes just barely touch the floor.  He pushes her down so that her head
goes between the two bars.  And upside-down perspective of the world.

"Raise your arms" he commands.  She complied.  "Now hook your arms
around and over the bar."  He tied the other restraints around her
wrists and to the bar.

"Well?"  he asked, "What do you think?"

"It's interesting."  She answered.  Her head was almost even with her
knees.  She would have had a perfect view of his feet, if it were not
for her skirt billowing down into her face.  Her shoulders were pulled
back, although not uncomfortably, causing her breasts to hang pointing
directly at the floor.  She could feel the blood rushing to her head.

 He pulled her skirt up over her bottom and then tucked the
underside around so that she could see.  Then he crouched down between
her legs.  He looked pretty funny from her perspective framed
upside-down
by her legs.

"Do you _like_ your underwear much?"  he asked, producing a knife from
his back pocket.  She shook her head and he carefully cut through the
strings holding them together.  She was hot, although she could not tell

if it was from what he was doing, anticipation, or the downwards angle
of
her head.  Partially all, she figured.

"It's a perfect angle" he interrupted her thoughts.  "Perfect for
spanking,
perfect for filling you, perfect for whipping...."  his voice lowered
as his hand trailed under her skirt and down her back.  "Perfect."


   -*-



   Image 49

   by Suki

"...just a little larger than you think you can handle." The menacing
sound of
his voice echoed in her ears from their last conversation.
 She tried to imagine, pictures filling her head of his toys.  She
remembered his wall, and how things were placed so carefully on the
shelves.
She remembered too, how the toys had gone from small to huge.  She
doubted
she could accommodate most of them.
"...just a little larger than you think you can handle...." the echo
came
again in her brain.  The thought excited her.  Frightened her.  Made her

shiver with anticipation of their next meeting.




   Image 50

   by Suki

 He wanted it.  Wanted her to use him to pleasure herself.  She
was new at this, shy and unsure.  Embarrassed.  He had allowed her to
tie him, spread eagled to the bed.  Face up.  Pointing.  The lights were

out but she had blindfolded him anyway, the thought that he could not
see taking away the majority of her embarrassment and inhibitions.
 Hesitantly she started at his neck, slowly moving down his chest
and then lower, teasing, kissing and biting.  In a quiet tone he urged
her to use him to please herself, working on her pleasure not his.  She
paused what she had been doing and slowly mounted him.  Facing him,
confident
he couldn't see her, she began to ride him, while pinching her nipples
with
her fingers.
 As she came closer and closer to orgasm the last of her inhibitions
melted, and she leaned into him, offering his mouth her nipple.  He knew

what she liked and instantly accepted the offer, her moans and pauses in

her strokes spurning him on.  Gasping, she pulled away, only to resume
riding
him and stroking her clit.  Her pace became faster and faster and he
felt
her muscles contracting around him as she cried out his name.
 When she came back down toward earth she realized he still had not
cum.  She had been so wrapped up in her own pleasure she had not even
concentrated on his.  She turned around, facing the other direction.
The
position meant he could go deeper, or rather, she could with him.  She
wiggled, settled down, and began stroking his balls with her hands.
Gently
squeezing, listening to him gasp.  He could feel her moving up and down
on
him, the sensations driving him crazy.  They moved rhythmically
together.
Bringing each other to release.







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