Message-ID: <10488eli$9804211148@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: RopeBinder <RopeBinder@aol.com> Subject: The Table By RopeBinder (BDSM, Mf) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <4c774253.353bbdf5@aol.com> The Table By RopeBinder "Baby, would you drop to your knees and suck my cock when I asked or would I have to coax you with my fingers tangled in your hair or firmly grasping your nipples?" "That's a hard question." "So, you'll answer only easy questions?" "It's not that…" "I know the answer. I just like to hear you say it…So tell me." "I want you to coax me." "I'll bet you'd do either, depending on your mood." "Yes! I like it both ways…right…again." "You'd want to drop to your knees, but I suspect that most times just the thought of me pinching your nipples to death to get you to do what I want would be too hard to resist." "Yes, I like to put up a little resistance now and then…to get a little pain…but sometimes I just want to be a submissive little vixen." "The image of my fingers wrapped tightly in your nipple clamp chain as you touch the tip of your tongue to my cock is compelling." "I'm sorry, that thought took me into another world for a moment. Say it again, please." "Do you have any sturdy tables in the house?" "My coffee table is low to the ground with a solid oak top supported by four fat legs." "I was thinking of something else. Any others, like a kitchen or dining room table?" "Yes, both glass tops. One is round and seats four the other is oval and seats six. The legs are sturdy rod iron." "I think I like the round one. Show it to me." You grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. Sure enough, it was perfect. "Take off your clothes and lay on your back on top of the table." You did. You looked glorious as you were, but I had too many thoughts running through my head to take you. I gathered our toys and circled your wrists and ankles with the fleece-lined leather cuffs, locking them into place. Then I locked the collar around your neck. Pulling your wrists in front of you, I locked them together with a sturdy oval ring, through which I strung a long rope until its ends were even with each other. I pulled your wrists over your head and down to the floor. Then, I crossed to the other side of the table, by your knees, and pulled the wrist rope under the table, bending your elbows and pulling your wrists sharply behind your neck, beneath the table. Separating the two ends of the rope, I strung each end through the D-rings in your ankle cuffs. I pulled them tightly, forcing your knees to bend severely until your feet were almost touching the glass right under your bottom. Then, I secured the rope. Your back and bottom pressed against the cool glass. The cuffs and rope captured your arms and calves under the table. The severity of your bondage forced you to arch your back, pointing your stomach and nipples upward…toward me. I tied a second rope to the back of your collar and pulled it under the table and then between your legs on the other side. Resting the coiled end on your arched and taut stomach, I reached for the nipple clamps. I enjoyed watching you squirm, trying to rub your clit against the rope lying between your legs. I chose the tweezer-clamps. I wanted clamps that would stay attached no matter how hard we pulled them. I picked up the coil of rope off your belly and looped it through the nipple clamp chain. I pulled it slowly and deliberately until I removed the slack between your nipple clamps and your collar. Then, I pulled further until I forced your head, which dangled precariously over the table's edge, back and toward the ground. Your neck strained. Tying it off, you had no choice but to arch your neck to protect your nipples. It occurred to me that attaching a plastic clip directly over your clit would be a magical final touch, so I pulled the nipple clamp rope aside (despite your protests) and placed the clamp. I eased the rope back over the clip, and it dangerously pressed the plastic firmly into the tender flesh of your clitoris and hood threatening any movement. With your head pulled over the edge of the table, you were in a delicious position to fuck your mouth. Secured as you were, you're only decision would be to open or close. There was no slack for any other type of movement. The thought of each hard trust bending your already uncomfortable neck and your feeble efforts to follow my cock with your tongue as I withdrew, only to find that each reach was met with a sharp sting from the torturous clamps on your nipples and clit made my head spin. There you were. Displayed so vulgarly for me that my cock stood on end. My toy. My plaything. You'd given yourself to me completely, for the umpteenth time, and I was still aroused as if it were our very first time. The only thing that kept me from plunging my cock deeply into your throat was the inviting tautness of your bound body. I couldn't stop thinking how much I'd like to whip you, starting with your stomach and breasts, moving to your thighs and finishing with a flurry across your pussy. Taking a closer look at your sex, I realized that you were long gone into never-never land. You'd already formed a tiny puddle on the edge of the table between your thighs. Thinking further, I thought, "That's exactly what I'll do." I picked up the crop and flexed it with both hands. "I'm sorry, baby, the blowjob will have to wait." Copyright © 1994 by RopeBinder. All rights reserved. Do not reprint or post without permission. 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