Message-ID: <12278eli$9806172359@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12278.txt> From: "Terry Jones" <wld_rascal@hotmail.com> Subject: NEW STORY: A Tale for the Retelling 2/3 (M/F, NC?, BDSM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain 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: <19980618012350.21968.qmail@hotmail.com> This is a story from my imagination. If you do not like explicit sex, elements of BDSM, or possibly non-consensual sexual themes do not read this. If you are under the legal age to read erotic material in your area do not read this. Understand this is my story and has my copy write so do not ask if you can archive it on a pay site, or rewrite it putting your name on it or change it in any way. I am posting on this free site so those that enjoy this type of story can write me and let me know. All complements will be enjoyed and acknowledged, most criticism appreciated, all flames returned in kind. Terry Wld_Rascal@hotmail.com -------------------------- "I knew then if I saw his face I might recognize him but before I could ask his name he kissed me this time deeply almost knocking me off my feet. I reacted, I think more from surprise than anything. He seemed pleased as he told me it was time to rest. I couldn't stay alone again and I begged him not to leave me alone in my darkness. He then told me I had not earned any better treatment other than just a blanket and later he would tell me how I could earn improved accommodations. He helped me sit and if I could I would have grabbed onto his leg begging him not to leave me. He was impervious to my tears as he walked away leaving me bound, blind and alone. I called out that I would let him have sex with me if he did not leave me alone. I am no fool, I thought I knew were all this was going" "Is that when he raped you, sorry, penetrated you?" asked the Lieutenant quietly "No. Nothing happened he was really gone", I said wearily. "Are you ok? Can you go on?" "I am tired but I want to tell this, I think I need to tell this." "Ok, I am sorry I interrupted you, now from my notes you had just offend him sex, what was going on in your mind then?" "I don't know at this point if I was more scared or disappointed. But he did not return and take me up on my offer. I sat, then laid down trying to get comfortable but it was impossible with my hands cuffed behind my back so I just started going over what I knew about my situation which wasn't much. Then for some reason the lyrics from "Hotel California" popped into my head, "This could be heaven, this could be hell." I thought to myself for sure this was hell, but stopped before I start crying again. "I must have fallen asleep as I slowly became aware of a gentle shaking of my shoulders. I was so stiff from being bound and laying on my arms, just moving caused me to cry out. He seemed genuinely concerned as he helped me up and asked me if I was thirsty. I told him yes and I really needed to go to the bathroom. He laughed saying I was standing in my bathroom. I tried to tell him urinating on myself was so humiliating and dirty. He told me that is the point, I needed to learn humility and the dirty is just an extra. I shook my head no and he told me he could wait then. I actually could not. I moved off the blanket and as far away from it as I could, squatted down and peed on the floor. He helped me up again, moved me from the puddle and pressed a cup to my mouth with some cool water, I drank it down and asked for more, which he gave me. Then I asked if I would eat today and he says sure but later. Then he released my arms. They were so sore that they just hung from the shoulders so I tried to swing them just to get the circulation back. The manacles were still locked on he had just removed the chain but they felt so much better. I told him he does not need to bind me, with the blindfold and the ankle chain I am not going any where. He then informed me he likes me bound, he likes thinking of me bound. He then moved me to another room. "How big was this place!", remarked the detective. The lieutenant shot him a cross look as he just shrugged then she nodded to me as to continue. "He was seemed as gentle as before but announced he had a surprise for me. Before thinking I blurted out "You are letting me go?" That earned me a sharp smack to my ass and a hustle back to the "pit". He turned me around so he was behind me and told me to lift my arms. He then started putting some leather straps all over my chest and across my back. I had no real idea how it looked but from the feel of it I knew my breasts had been hiked up and made more prominent. There was also thick belt going across my waist and the last thing was a thick hard strap going across my pussy and coming back up between my legs to attach to the belt in the back. He commanded me to drop my hands to my side and stand still as I sensed him moving around probably admiring his work. "I felt him move behind me again as he loosen the braid and began to brush my hair out. It felt so good I thanked him so he tells me it is really his pleasure, I have beautiful hair. He arranges it for a minute in front and behind then finally with a sigh just re-braided it. He then reattached the chain to the wrist manacles not in front or behind but to the waist belt of the harness so they hang at my sides but I was still helpless and vulnerable. I had noticed the new harness made me stand up ramrod straight as the back piece between my shoulders to the waist belt was stiff and the waist belt was tight, tighter than even my new washed jeans. In my minds eye I knew I was standing very straight with my breasts round and full out from my chest for him to view. He then informed me I could eat but he did not have time to feed me there was a bowl on the floor and I could crawl around to find and eat from it. I started feeling around with my unchained foot, but he cautioned me to be careful if I tipped my bowl and spilled the contents I would have to eat from the floor and I knew how dirty that was. I was appalled. I had conditioned myself to him feeding me, but to scoot around on the floor trying to locate my bowl and then to eat like a dog. I started to cry again. He sighed and helped me to the floor and left. "I sat for a few minutes crying then realized this behavior was not accomplishing anything and I was hungry, I began to crawl on my knees trying to locate my bowl. Locating it was easier said then done it was actually by my blanket. Once I found it I bent forward putting my face right in the food. The harness was so stiff it did not have much give in the waist and the pussy shield pressed hard into my slit making my attempts to eat somewhat more arousing, difficult and messy. "When I was done I raised my face out of the bowl and sat up. I knew I had cereal all over my cheeks and with my tongue I tried to get as much as possible off. Out of the blue came the comment "You are so cute." I replied I knew he was there, he would not pass up an opportunity to watch me humiliate myself. Self assuredly he replied I was right and he had something to occupy my time while he was gone. I sat and patiently waited, whatever he was going to do I could not stop it. "He helped me lie flat on my back and then secured my ankles apart with some kind of rod attached to ankle cuffs. Then he next undid the leather piece in front of my pussy and began to stroke my clit. I tried not to respond, to think about anything but the tender caresses to my sex. My plan didn't work, his did. I could feel my hips shift trying to move into each stroke of my clit. He seemed pleased as he stuck two fingers deep into my cleft, rubbing my clit with his thumb as he massaged deep into my vagina. A soft moan escaped my lips and with that he stopped. I moaned again, this time in frustration and he chuckled saying he would not leave me totally alone as he slowly worked a large dildo into my hole. He then switched it to slow vibrate and re-attached the leather strap to hold it in. With my ankles restrained apart there was no way I could close my legs to maximize the vibrations of the invader to my clit. Then to prevent me from rolling over (he said) he had me bend my knees drawing my legs up toward my body leaving my feet flat on the ground. He then tied a rope from the waist belt to the rod so I could not straighten my legs. I screamed he could not leave me like this, he assured me he could that I should be more comfortable then I had been in a while. I asked him when he would be back, his response hopefully before the battery ran out. Then silence. "I knew this time I was totally alone. "For the whole time he was gone the dildo droned on enough to get and keep me hot but not enough to push me over the edge. I twisted and turned but was unable to get anymore stimulation from the invader, the leather strap holding it fast in place as it continued to torment me. I was exhausted when he returned and asked me how I was feeling. I bit my tongue to prevent a smart answer from falling out and just said nothing instead. He sat next to me on the floor and began to roll my nipples between his strong fingers. The increased sensation was too much, I began to moan and then to beg him to stop. He asked me if I really wanted him to stop, I said yes I did, I couldn't do this. He asked couldn't do what? I explained I could not have sex with a man holding me against my will. He laughed and said I offered myself to him last night. I then told him I was weak, alone and afraid. "He asked what changed now. I told him I knew he could do anything to me he pleased, he was in control, he could hurt me and get me to beg him for sex, he could starve me and get me to beg him for sex, he could continue to terrify me and get me to beg him for sex but I would not willingly do this, it was coercion. Fine, he said as he undid the strap holding the dildo in and he removed it very slowly seemingly to enjoying the fact my vagina musculature was reluctant to let it go. He then began to massage my swollen clit, bending down to first take my nipples deep into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the hard nub as he slowly released it from the soft confines of his mouth letting me do nothing but experience everything he was doing. I groaned with the sensations, the intensity was more than I could fight, no matter how strong my resolve. He stopped for a second as he shifted around then I felt him suck my entire clit deep into his mouth. Again swirling it drawing it deeper into his soft mouth, as he pressed a finger deep in to my vagina. I couldn't stop it I just exploded in the strongest orgasm I could remember. I arched my back and just screamed as the feeling spread from my pelvis down to my toes. I must have bucked him off as he grabbed both nipples and pinched hard, I screamed again as the second orgasm washed over me. I lay there panting and drenched in perspiration, telling him to stop, please stop. He just sat there as I began to cry again. "He loosen the rope from the ankle bar to my waist belt allowing me to straighten my legs then he removed the bar all together from between my ankles. He pulled me into his lap and offered me some water. I drank it down not wanting to talk to him, not wanting to tell him that was the most intense experience of my life, I would not tell him he won. He seemed to sense my mood as he brushed away the tears that escaped beneath the blindfold telling me to relax and to stop crying. He then told me to open my mouth as he fed me another orange coaxing me to stop crying and just eat. I was in misery, I was not strong, I had given into the carnal desires of my body no matter what my mind wanted. The only comfort I took was it was the only pleasure I had had during this ordeal, I needed the release. But I knew I was deluding myself too, it was an incredible experience, one I wanted to repeat, one I knew I would ask him to repeat in a most humiliating way. "I thought to myself I had to say something or do something to make him leave me alone. I was feeling the most vulnerable since my capture however long ago that may have been and I didn't want him to know it. I told him I wanted to go home, he replied it was not possible. I told him I would scream my head off, he said it would make no difference no one would hear and he would gag me. He then asked me how I felt and I replied dirty. He laughed and told me I was beautiful. I asked how could I be beautiful I was bound, harnessed, blindfolded, sweaty and laying on the floor. He seemed amused when he told me to use my senses, he could smell my magnificent woman's smell, he knew I had felt an incredible orgasm more intense than any I had probably ever had and he enjoyed watching me respond to his touch. I had a smart come back and likened what he was doing to watching a trapped animal. He sighed and said no, not at all, a trapped animal was not usually loved. I was so confused now I didn't know how to react. I just let him continue to feed me, then when he was done I told him I was tired and wanted to sleep. He knew it was a lie but he gently laid me down, checked my bounds, got up and left me. "As much as I hated being alone in the dark I needed to think, to understand what was happening. I wanted to just sob but I had cried buckets and it had accomplished nothing so far, in fact it made me feel worse. I tried rubbing the blindfold off so at least I could get my sight back. Obviously the thing had been tested on those trying to rub it off because it held fast to my face. I tried pulling on the manacles attached to the leather belt hoping I could pull free, possibly rip the leather. All that accomplished was to wedge the leather strap deep into my slit causing more stimulation to that already tender spot. I sat up now frustrated and mad at my situation, not at all understanding why I had been picked out for this maltreatment. I just sat there and got angrier, why me, why now and just who did he think he was to do this to me, to make me respond to him. I had always had a fascination with bondage, domination and submission, but never had the intestinal fortitude to try it. I had only shared my desires maybe two times in my life and I knew neither one was with my present captor to my knowledge." "Did you ever go to clubs...a bondage clubs or sex clubs?", the lieutenant quietly asked. "NO, never it was a fantasy that's all. I had read some stuff on the net. You know cyber bondage but I never went to any of those places." "OK, sorry I interrupted again...now let's see you were getting angry as you sat there. Then what happened?" "All of a sudden I heard his voice, loud and firm, telling me to lay back down and spread my legs. I said "No" with as much conviction as I could muster. I felt the stick strike my left breast right across the nipple it hurt like fire but I said "No" again. The next strike to my right nipple was much worse causing me to almost topple over. I knew the next would cut me so I laid back down. He then told me to tell him what I was thinking, he had been watching me and he commanded me to tell him. So I did. I let all the frustration and anger pour out. I asked him all my questions and as I listened to myself I seemed to be babbling. I ended up asking him again to let me go as I burst into tears again. He was very gentle as he held me and listened. He stroked my cheeks, kissed away my tears and when I was finished he stood me up, loosened the ankle chain and took me from the pit. We walked through several different rooms as I could feel the difference crossing over several different thresholds. He finally stopped and unlocked a door and helped me through. Once inside he unlocked the manacles from the waist belt, loosened the body harness, unlocked the collar holding the blindfold on, and told me he was going to give me 20 minutes to shower, fix my hair, apply make up and be ready for dinner. He then told me to completely shave off all the hair on my body from below my eyebrows down, I was to be soft and smooth for his inspection. Then he left the room locking the door behind him. It took me a few minutes to get the blindfold completely off but I had to see where I was. The room had dimmed lighting as my eyes adjusted to seeing again. I looked around me only to be disappointed by no window or identifiable features, it was nothing but a small tiled bathroom with a shower, sink and commode, not even a mirror. I started the shower and as the water got warm I took just a few minutes to examine the harness he had me wear. It was thick black leather with silver rings and buckles. The blindfold was very similar with a collar that had held it on my face. It really was more of a mask than just a blindfold. Holding my bondage "clothes" made me tremble and I could imagine what I looked like as I wore them, probably like some of the Bishop drawings I had downloaded off the net. Looking at the pictures had fired my imagination, this was real and the power it held for me made me shiver. I pushed it in the corner, wishing I could push it out of my mind as easily. I stepped in the shower and just let the warm water run over my body it felt wonderful. I found everything I needed first washing my hair, then I shaved as he had told me from my chin down until I again looked like an pre-adolescent girl again. Reluctantly I got out of the hot shower and dried myself off, combing out my hair, letting it hang to hopefully dry. I looked about and found some make-up and I was surprised it was the exact copy of what I had at home. Not just the brand names which could have been a coincidence but the same colors and shades which meant he must have spied on me. Putting it on made me shake so I went with the "less is best" look. "I guessed my 20 minutes was up as I heard him unlocking the door. I wanted to hide but instead I just stood transfixed with my eyes down. The door opened and in he walked I could not look at his face, but began studying his feet. He wore boots and jeans nothing unusual there. He walked around me looking at me then stopped and lifted my head up by tipping my chin up with his gloved fingers. I meet his eyes and almost fainted. He wore a leather hood that completely covered his head, taking away any possibility I could identify him by the color of his hair or eyes. The hood was very intimidating to look at and I began to tremble again. He chuckled and then told me again I was beautiful. He played with my hair bringing it forward then pinning back off my face. He then told me to pick up my harness and blindfold and follow him. "As I followed him out the door I studied him for clues to his identity. He was tall, broad shouldered and with the gloves, long sleeved shirt, jeans and hood he could have been a hundred different guys. I followed him down a dimly lit, unadorned hall to a small room set with a impressive table and chairs illuminated by candles. The table was set for two and there were two covered dishes at each place. He told me to put my harness on the floor as he pulled out a chair and motioned for me to sit. There was no window or pictures and even with the lovely set table, it looked stark. I sat and he almost apologetically told me to hold out my right hand. I did and he fastened a chain to the manacle and then to the arm of the chair, with only about a inch play. Then he told me to hold out my manacled ankle and he fastened a chain to it that was embedded in the floor. I told him none of this was necessary and he said it added to his enjoyment of the meal. He stood behind me to rise the cover from my plate revealing a wonderful meal of Teriyaki beef, rice and vegetables. The smell made my stomach rumble and as he moved from behind me to his seat and uncovered his meal. He told me to dig in as he began to eat. I am very right handed and trying to use a fork with my left hand was next to impossible so I asked him if I could please have my right hand unfettered. He said no, he liked watching me eat. I was too hungry to argue and persevered, making another mess of a meal. He seemed to be so amused by my efforts, I could tell by the occasional chuckle as I used my tongue to snag a morsel off the fork. I could not look at him the mask was too frightening. He seemed to finish before me and was content to just watch and stare at me which added to my discomfort. "I finally had had all I could eat, he was making me too uncomfortable, his eyes never seemed to move and his human features were removed by the mask, it was un-nerving like I was not eating with another person. He asked if his appearance bothered me, and I told him it did, it scared me, he said good that was the point. I asked him how long I had been here, he told me that didn't matter. He then asked me if I knew how beautiful I was, I told him I was too tall and too skinny. He laughed out loud at that. Then he turned the conversation to the activities of earlier in the day, he wanted to know how intense the orgasm was for me. He asked specific questions only wanting specific answers to his questions, like had I had an orgasm when bound before, had I allowed any boy friends to tie me up, had I ever practiced self bondage while I masturbated. When I became petulant with my answers he took out an eighteen inch leather covered crop and hit the table to emphasize he wanted honest answers without the attitude. I asked him if that is what he had hit me with, he said yes and he would again if I didn't settle down and just answer him. I asked him if anyone had hit him with it and he said no. I told him it really hurt, he had no idea how bad it hurt to be hit in the breast with it. Then he said he would prefer if I just answered him politely then he would not need to use it. "I finished answering all his questions that basically I had never had a real bondage experience this was the first. I sensed the meal was finished so I asked what he was going to do with me now and he said put me back in my room. I started to cry I couldn't go back there in the darkness, I had been good I had obeyed him, and begged him please not back to being chained to the floor. He stood up and pulled from his pocket a thin gold chain that he put around my neck and using a pair of pliers from a drawer in the table he crimped the end links so I could not remove it easily. If the links had been smaller I might have been able to convince myself it was just a necklace, but as I looked at it I knew it was a collar. The evening was over and like Cinderella I was transformed back from dinner guest to bondage slave He put back on my bondage gear, harness, and blindfold. Even in my nakedness I had felt less exposed than I did now. My heart sank I was going back to my blanket in the darkness. "The little interlude of civility with my hooded captor had brightened my outlook that my circumstances might be changing, but the blindfolded walk back to my cell, pit whatever made me realize nothing had particularly changed. Except for one thing, I had a small pallet had replaced the blanket on the hard floor. I made a smart remark about how I was getting spoiled when he said, with no humor in his voice, he could remove it. I profusely apologized realizing I was in the very inferior position and I would have groveled further to keep this little bit of comfort. He laid me down telling me to rest he had plans for me later and left me after re-attaching the ankle chain. I cringed at the thought but decided to just keep my mouth closed and try and rest some. "It may have been the full meal or the pallet but in no time I was asleep only to be awakened by him shaking my shoulder trying to arouse me. He helped me up and then told me to pee if I had to but to make it snappy. I walked away from the pallet as far as the chain would let me and squatted, urinating a puddle at my feet. I realized as I finished, the room did not have the odor of an indoor toilet and I had used the floor repeatedly. I was grateful but surprised. I stood and walked back to where I thought he was waiting but I seemed to be alone when I felt him touch my arm. With my thoughts on the condition of the room and why it didn't smell, his touch startled me and I screamed. He slapped my face telling me no noise he was not in the mood. Since our association I had come to judge his moods by how he treated me. Last night he wanted me to know a bit about him, further intimidate me, and get information. At other times he had seemed affectionate, concerned but always strict giving me my rules. This was different he was cold as he pulled me from the room. He seemed so malevolent I dared not ask him where we were going. "I walked through a few rooms before he stopped and told me to stand, don't move, don't talk. I couldn't help it I started to tremble again. He released my manacles from the waist belt connected then together in front of me, then attached a chain or rope to the connecting chain and hoisted my arms up until I was standing up on my toes. He then went behind me and released the buckles on the body harness striping that from my body. The strain on my arms and shoulders was incredible but I was too afraid to complain. I sensed him walking around me looking at my extended form. He then started talking to me, more at me, telling me I had not properly thanked him for the luscious meal he gave me, the private shower, the new bed, the harness, using the blindfold instead of tape, on and on, a litany of transgressions since I had come to stay with him. If it were not for the cuffs holding me up I would have laid on the floor in as tight a ball as I could have. I knew something terrible was about to happen. "He then gave me a new rule. I was to remember to thank him for everything he gave me. He did not have to give me anything, it actually was easier to keep me totally naked chained in the other room than in the nice harness and blindfold he had given me. I did not go into the absurdity of the situation that if he had not taken me and didn't enjoy what he was doing none of this would be necessary. He had something in mind and if I said anything contradictory it would only make it worse, so I said thank you for all you have given me. He laughed and said too little too late, I was going to get a whipping. In my fright I started to babble anything so he would not hit me. The first hit was across my ass with a leather strap and I screamed. I think it scared me more than hurt. I had anticipated a much worse hit and once it really registered in my mind it didn't hurt that much. He kept up the attack on my ass until it felt hot and tender. Then he moved around and stated hitting my breasts with a softer strap than what he had used on my ass. It was not really a deep pain, it did hurt but it also made my breasts more sensitive, more responsive. He then stopped and put his hand down on my pussy feeling my clit which had become swollen with arousal. He then told me he had me shave my pussy so I would feel every strike of his whip across the bare skin, it would have no protection. I was drenched in perspiration from the fear and arousal. Everything he as doing made all my nerves fire at once. I could tell when he shifted his weight, heard the whip cut the air and of course felt the leather hit my bare pussy. I had never felt such an intense awareness of my body before. He had awakened within me sensations and perceptions about myself I had not wanted to confess to anyone. I liked pain, erotic pain was arousing to me, it made me feel everything with a heightened awareness. My whole life I had been able to keep others at arms length and not let them get to close to the real me. He had striped me literally of all my defenses and now made me feel, intensely participate in what he was doing. <Concluded in Part 3> -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>