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From: wi.5388@n7kbt.rain.com
Subject: Rage: Further delurking with a story
Rage here.
I'd like to take a bit of time here to tell you about the
relationship Kelsa and I have. Mostly the sex stuff. I've delurked
once or twice before :) but I want to open up a little more. And
for those of you who normally skip delurks, I'll write things as
erotic fiction. No one should complain now, right? :)
I suppose I have to print this out and share it with Kelsa. She
made it pretty clear that she'd have my balls in a vice if I didn't.
And she's the sub! :) Jeez.
We started playing about a year ago. A year and a week, actually.
Both of us were really vanilla. Both of us fantasized a *lot* about
BDSM, though we never admitted it to each other. Kelsa had been my
first sex partner, but we'd been dating for a long time.
One day we ended up talking about bondage. Simple stuff. We
tied each other up and used each other's bodies for sex, shamelessly.
We talked about and did things that were plausibly deniable. Innocent
things.
All the while, both of us were desperately looking for a cue that
the other wanted more. In retrospect, it's funny.
I don't know when it happened or how, but everything kind of came
out all at once. Truth sorta gushed one day. I'd been talking about
something "amusing" that I read on some newsgroup called
"alt.sex.bondage" (maybe you've heard of it?) and things just cascaded
like Kibo gone mad.
The next thing I knew, I was making preparations to indoctrinate
Kelsa as a sex slave.
There were no negotiations, no safewords, nothin'. We were
really new to this. To this day, I'm not sure what Kelsa agreed to
when she said she'd be my "sex slave." For all I know, I could have
out a riding crop and waved it at her in-betweens.
I didn't, of course. To me, "sex slave" meant I got to give her
orders, and she had to follow them, but I'd never deign to *hit* her.
Sure, the thought gave me much sweet discomfort when I wore tight
jeans, but I was afraid that Kelsa would think I was strange.
When she got home from school at noon that day and read the orders
that I'd left in her living room, the state of things between her and
me were still uncertain, and definitely plausibly deniable.
"Take off all your clothes and stack them neatly-folded
on the couch. Dress yourself in the clothes I've set
out, then stand in the threshhold between the living room
and your bedroom, facing away from the bathroom, with your
eyes forward, your legs a foot apart, and your hands
clasped behind your neck. I expect you to be ready when I
come out of the shower."
The orders were simple enough. I'd laid out for her the
skimpiest lace panties and bra I could dig out of her closet, a
billowy blue skirt, and a thin white, button-down blouse, as well as
a pair of white thigh-high hose. I left some things on the bed to
entice or alarm her -- a number of long scarves for tying, a black
wide-tipped marker, and a metal ruler.
Everything was done for dramatic effect. I didn't get into the
shower until I heard Kelsa's keys in the door. I wanted her to hurry
to get ready, then stand for a long time in anticipation. Hurry up
and wait, so to speak. And I had absolutely no intention of using
the ruler on her. I'd put it out as an afterthought.
I took my time in the shower, then finally emerged in a
comfortable robe. Kelsa was standing there in the doorway, facing
away from me. As I walked up to her, she swallowed nervously. I ran
my fingers through her hair and down her neck. She shivered. Her
fingers were trembling.
The moment was powerful, and I stopped to drink it in. I ran my
hands over Kelsa's shoulders, down over her plump breasts. Light
touches, teasingly. Slowly my hands wandered downward, over her hips,
down the sides of her legs, until I reached the hem of her skirt.
"Bend over," I ordered, and she complied. Kelsa's legs were
shaking, and the power turned me on to no end. Starting at her
ankle, I ran my palm up the inside of her left leg, over the white
hose, all the way up her soft white naked thighs. My hand stopped
several inches from the sweet joining, and Kelsa breathed in suddenly.
She dropped her head and looked at me between her legs. Kelsa's
face was full-blush, and her mouth hung open in anticipation.
"Look ahead!" I ordered her, and again she complied. It's
difficult to describe what you feel when you get your first taste of
domination play. It's intense. My mind and body were reeling as I
played out the scene that I'd fantasized for a week.
Flipping the skirt up onto Kelsa's back gave me full view of her
ass. She's always been self-conscious about her weight, but she looks
great. And I've always told her she has a great ass.
Deliberately, I slid her panties down to her ankles, and left them
there. Kelsa obediently stayed bent at the waist with her hands on
her knees and her eyes forward. I retrieved the marker from the bed
behind me.
I would have loved to have been able to hear Kelsa's thoughts at
that point. *Oh God, he's getting the ruler.* *Oh God, he's going to
spank me.* *Oh God, I +want+ him to spank me.* *Oh God...*
That's what I wanted her to think. It turns out, that's exactly
what was going through Kelsa's mind, but we didn't talk about spanking
for a whole two weeks...
Anyway, I was kneeling behind Kelsa with a black jumbo marker in
my hand. I scrawled in large letters on her round buttocks "David's
Sex Slave." [No, my name isn't David, and I didn't really write
"David", but I prefer to remain somewhat anonymous.]
"Do you know what I wrote, slave?"
"Yes, Master." She had picked up the cue without prompting. Good
slave, good slave.
"What?"
"You wrote 'David's Sex Slave.'"
"That's right. That means you will do everything I say, and I
don't want any argument, or you'll be punished."
That last line really moved her. Deep down, she *really* wanted
to be spanked. I hadn't something else in mind, specifically, making
her do household chores that she dreaded. Rather sinister, actually.
To this day, it's one of the worst punishments I can give her. :)
I stood her up and blindfolded her using one of the scarves.
Grabbing her shoulders, I herded her into the living room, where I'd
be able to move around her better. She had to take small steps with
her panties down around her ankles. Standing face to face with her,
I kissed Kelsa deeply and roughly. A long, long kiss meant to suck
her breath away.
It did. I'd known her long enough to know how to turn her on.
While I nibbled on her neck and shoulders, I quickly unbuttoned her
blouse and pulled it almost, but not quite, off her arms. It tangled
her wrists and served as makeshift handcuffs.
Next the bra, a lacy front-latch model that was, perhaps, a size
too small for her. I'd found it in the bottom of her drawers, so I
doubt she wore it often. I fumbled with the hitch (hey, we can't all
be perfect) and uncovered her large breasts.
I ran my fingers over the pale flesh, occasionally teasing her
nipples. Kelsa was having a hard time standing still. She'd move her
head and open her mouth whenever I moved my hands. I picked up the
pace, gradually, and worked up to squeezing her tits in my palms,
tangling my tongue with hers as I did.
Without notice, I stopped touching her and left the room. I had
some things to prepare in the bedroom. Move a chair, find some ties
to use as restraints. When everything was ready, I returned to Kelsa
and carefully guided her into the bedroom and sat her down on the
chair, the hard kind with arms.
As an aside, isn't it wondrous how delicate those moments can be?
Those brief minutes when you guide your slave around the room. She
can't see because of the blindfold. She can't walk because her
underwear still hang around her ankles. She can't keep her balance
because her arms are pulled back behind her and held in place by her
shirt. Everything is entrusted to you, her master. She has to trust,
she has no choice. It's very beautiful.
Kelsa cooperated completely as I tied her arms and legs to the
chair. I finally removed her panties. This part of the scene proved
my competence, or my lack of, as I realized after the fact that I
wanted to remove the rest of her clothes.
I UN-tied Kelsa's left hand, slid the bra strap and shirt sleeve
off and retied. Ditto for her right hand. As I removed Kelsa's bra,
she broke scene and said "Just tear it." I didn't bother, since I'd
already freed her hand. Besides, I didn't like my slave giving
orders. :)
Anyway, I felt a little silly because of the whole incident.
That's what happens when a scene doesn't go exactly the way you
planned. But, as far as I could tell, Kelsa was unaffected by the
break, and I quickly got back into the scene.
There's lots more of course, but it's late. Maybe more this week.
Rage
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