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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
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Completely Yours 2/3 (Fdom/M, oral, bd)
by Rabbit (rabbit@palace.com)
(c) January 1996
***
Fearing those above all else I comply. My nipples are extremely sensitive.
Any more than the slightest, gentlest, sweetest caress sends my senses into
painful overload.
"Sssh, don't speak."
The cold is painful as the ice melts and bites my flesh. Seeing my
expression, you move the tripod near my face again. The cold is
penetrating, and now burns. I beg you to take them off, but you only offer
the nipple clamps as an alternative. After they melt I feel a large piece
of ice being traced down my back leaving a cold wet trail.
Aaah! Cold!" I exclaim as you move the ice between my sweet cheeks
clenching and writhing in response.
"Quiet!" you cajole.
You take off the blindfold and bit gag, grab my hair, pull my head up, pull
down my chin and shove a rather large ice dildo down my throat. Choking and
trying not to gag, I suck on it. My eyes try to open wide in fear but are
still adjusting themselves to the light. Squinting, I see myself in the
monitor with my lips wrapped around this very thick dildo. The cool water
runs down my throat as it starts to melt. Ice water runs down out the
corner of my mouth and down my chin.
"Sloppy, sloppy" you scold as you slide the melting dildo out of my mouth,
placing it aside in a bowl of ice cubes. My eyebrows shoot up as I
nervously stare at the bowl very full with ice.
"Don't worry" you try to calm me, "we won't use it all at once." Your
cheeks bunch up so cutely as a devilish grin widens.
You take the tripod back to my ass and shove the ice dildo swiftly up my
ass. I can't resist watching the monitor showing the large object being
rammed into me. Shrieking, I pull hard at the bonds and try to push it out
but you hold it inside. It is quite large and it feels like it is splitting
me in two. I have never felt quite this penetrated -- almost. The cold
starts to numb the pain until you start to move it inside me, in and out,
slowly, taking your time. Initially very painful, I get used to the feeling
quickly. I even begin to enjoy it, very much. I watch the monitor as the
cold water runs out and over my balls. I shiver. You cup my balls and
spread the water all over my ass. The cold night air is feeling much colder
now. My brow wrinkles up in frustration and I frown as I complain that I am
cold and wet.
"Ah," you say understandingly, "I know what you want."
I was expecting a nice warm towel but I see you pull out the large, heavy,
wooden paddle.
"This will warm you up."
Sorry that I asked, I bury my head in the covers and tense up, waiting for
your first strike.
Silence.
Neither of us moves a muscle. Just as I begin to raise my head you beat me
down with a hard whack. The paddle hits my ass with a thud and a sting from
the wetness. The paddle strikes me again and again. As I try to move to get
out of the way I rock the entire bed since I am so tightly bound. I have no
choice but to let you do as you wish with me. I am completely under your
control, willingly or not. I begin to sob. Each strike stings sharply
against my butt covered with ice-cold water.
"Enough? Please!...please? please stop?"
"I won't stop until /I/ think you've had enough..." you scold.
>WHACK< your strike me solidly across my reddened ass.
"...and them some, now NO talking." you smile.
Under different circumstances, I would have voluntarily let myself slip
into another level of submission or safeworded. But now I am frightened,
being so defenseless and without a safeword. I have no choice but to let
you dominate me. I /must/ submit to you. I am trapped and there is no
turning back. I am at your mercy. I want to cry out my safeword and maybe
you would take pity on me but I had pledged that I wouldn't. It seemed
that, tonight, you were heading to try and make me safeword. I bury my face
into the sheets, wincing, wondering how long I can take this before
completely breaking down.
"The camera can't see your face." you scold as you pull back on the reins.
I bite down on the bit very hard, trying to take the pain. You paddle me
with wild abandon for another several minutes. It seemed like hours. My
eyes are glued wide open to the monitor as I watch my butt becoming redder
and redder until my butt is nice and hot and very very sore. I am
humiliated by watching myself being spanked, and seeing the aftereffects of
each blow, but since the element of suprise is gone I find I can take the
punishment. I am dripping with precum like crazy.
"I would love to let the world see you, like this, right now." you think
aloud as my ears perk up. "What if this were being broadcast to the world
right now?"
"No..." I say in disbelief. "Of course it isn't."
"No," you laugh, "but I think I shall have you post some pictures of this."
You seem so proud of me, taking this much punishment so far, and being so
obedient. Normally I'm so, well, ornery. I don't want to let you down. You
turn off the camcorder which was running out of tape and take out a
Polaroid camera. The flash pierces the room with a cold light at you take
picture after picture of my sore submissive body.
"Lift your head and look at me."
Reluctantly I unbury my head from the covers.
>FLASH<
The light blinds my tearing eyes. I bury my head down into the covers
again.
"Look at me!" you bark angrily.
Slowly I lift my head and look back at you in shame. You WILL make me post
these pictures to the alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.bondage, I know. The
ones of my face will be kept only for our own personal library. Well,...I
hope. I start to cry, while struggling at my bonds. In pity you put the
camera down. Kneeling aside of me you run your hands through my hair and
kiss me on my forehead. Cradling my head in your lap you reassure me that
you love me.
"Now, if you're a good boy..."
"YES?" I cried eagerly.
"You'll be rewarded."
Given a chance to redeem myself lifts up my spirits as you wipe the tears
from my eyes. If I am not a good boy, I can tell I will be severely
punished. You look like you're in the mood.
"I'll take you now." you say running your hand over my flushed cheeks. I
smile in delight and look back at you with the most trusting, loving eyes.
A confused and disheartened expression overtakes my smiling face as you put
the training bit back on me and pull out a riding crop.
"Just in case you need discipline, slave."
The word _slave_ rang like a bell, echoing in my ears and bouncing around
in the walls of my mind. My mind races... "I gave myself to you. I am your
slave. I am yours. I am not to be concerned with anything except you. My
body is for you. My pleasure is for you. My pain is for you. I am yours.
Your every whim is my duty to serve. My body is yours to do with as you
please. Cruelty, kindness... it doesn't matter. As long as it comes from
you. I love you. Thank you."
Having reminded myself of my position, I sigh in acceptance. Most of the
time when you top me, you end up torturing me with pleasure. While that
entertains you, tonight you want to dominate me thoroughly, and by any
means necessary.
You rechecked my bonds. Everything was OK. "Here we go again" ran through
my mind as you pulled back on the reins lifting my head up high. My ass
feels open and vacant with the enema I had earlier today and the cold ice
dildo. I await your next move as you put in a new tape the camera.
"I think this monitor is distracting you." you say as you move it out of my
sight. Though wary of it at first, I was sad to see it go. I feel you
slowly bring the dildo up to my ass. You poke and prod gently. I whine in
anticipation, trying to pull back into it.
Suddenly, you thrust inside me in one swift stroke. My eyes roll back in my
head and my head flies back. I let out a load roar as I feel your
unyielding cock splitting my ass in two. My head tries to fall back down,
but you catch me with the reins. I bite down on the bit very hard as I
struggle against them and the pain. I feel that I've been split wide open.
I am burning inside as you keep your wide cock inside me for a while. Just
as I start to get used to it being there you begin to pull out again. I
wail in anguish. You are HUGE. I pant from the exertion of trying to rip
the bed apart.
Hovering at outside of my asshole you ask me in the sweetest voice, "Are
you OK?"
"Just fuck me. Fuck me, Please!" I sob. "I want it." I want this. I want
this so bad. As you press quickly into my delightful ass a second time I
begin to moan in severe pain and delight. My cock, however, has sprung to
full attention. I've never been harder. You are stretching my ass wide
open. Through the burning pain, a sensation of pure delight starts swelling
as you press against my prostate. I am spilling precum all over the place.
It feels wonderful as you pull all the way out.
You push in a third time and scream out in unbearable pleasure and shocking
pain. I am worried that I might bite through the rubber bit. You pull out
faster and I sigh in pleasure. Then you don't wait to move back into me
again. I gasp at the sensation. God this is so good.
"Oh God, oh Mistress, I love you. Oh GOD!" I scream as you begin plunging
into me at a moderate pace.
And the camera is taking it all in.
My cock is rock hard, spilling cum and my body is stressing the chains
which bind it. With the crop you strike my back.
"Owwww?" I whine questioningly.
"Don't speak.... moan all you like, but no talking." you smile.
I try to pull away but the cock ring is tugging too hard. Why are you doing
this to me? But I am too incapable of forming any questions. You have me
trapped. You continue to ride me as I writhe and moan, the burning
sensation ever present. The crop stings my back. I feel I want to faint.
You _order_ me to come in a stern voice. You drive into me with more
strength urging me to come but I can't. While you are penetrating my ass
very deeply with that long, wide, hard dildo the burning pain still hasn't
quite left. You strike me a few times across my back and reissue the order
to come. I plead with you.
"You n- know OH I i havennnn't been ABle to c-COME l-like this w-w- with
the OH --other sm-sma-AH-aller dildOH. I I uhhI don'nOW! if I c- can with
THIS! one...UH!" my speech is broken up with every thrust. You silence me
with a few more strokes across my back.
"COME!" you snarl with a swift tug on the reins. You are becoming
frustrated with me. You want me to come so much. You have wound me up very
tight and you would love to see me just unleash it all, my head rolling, my
eye rolled back, my eyelids fluttering, my mouth open, with a look of
genuine disbelief and suddenly my eyes open wide, and then wider, and then
an almost panicked look as I begin to come, and then finally the rushing
wave throws me over into a sea of massive orgasm, I flail around, every
muscle in my body thrusting, and you look down on me in wonder, wondering
if I am going to pass out.
But, I only whimper.
You drive into me harder and harder, bludgeoning me into the bed. You grasp
my waist while holding the reins back to keep my head high. Tears well up
in my eyes as I want to come for you so badly but I can't. Right now the
pain is just too much. I need you to touch my cock. I try to press into the
bed but my bonds prevent me. As you plunge into my very desirable ass you
strike me with the crop with one hand, while holding the reins with the
other resting your hand on my waist. You are getting very frustrated, hot
and sweaty. You want to force this orgasm out of me but I you feel am
resisting. Very excited, you plunge into me as hard as you can, slapping
against my red, swollen ass.
I wish I could feel you cum inside me, and hear your screams of delight,
feel you dig your fingers into my flesh to prevent you from losing your
balance as orgasm ravages your body.
After a long while you give up on me. Angry, disappointed and sexually
frustrated, you take the harness off. I sigh in relief. You mutter
something as you start to put my chastity belt on. You shove the attached
butt plug in me. It used to fill me up now only feels secure and comforting
to have inside me. My hard-on is unbearable. You force me to become softer
again giving me a swift whip across the genitals with the cat. I scream out
and try to double over to protect myself but am once again pulled back by
my bonds.
"Please, no? no more?"
My pleas are answered with another stroke aimed at my balls.
"Oww!"
"NO Talking"
I am feeling very, very, very vulnerable and scared. You are being very
disciplinary tonight. I want to reach back and hold my ass from falling
apart and protect my balls from any further lashings. I start sobbing
uncontrollably.
"Hush....shh. shh...", you wrap my cock in a bag of crushed ice.
After a few minutes I become very soft and small, shrinking from the cold.
"If you won't come when I tell you to, you won't come _at all_." you say
with a suddenly cold, decisive, reprimanding and somewhat disappointed
tone.
The realization that I'm in deep trouble hits me as I hear the click of you
locking the chastity belt in place and slamming the key in a drawer. I suck
up my tears. You sound very upset. I go limp in my bonds. I feel sorry for
not being able to please you and quietly whimper into the sheets. Lifting
my head by my hair, you replace the bit with a penis gag. It fills my mouth
and I suck on it eagerly, almost involuntarily.
I wish it were yours. I would love to suck your cock -- feel it warm in my
mouth and hard in my hand -- running my lips and tongue down its length and
licking your balls. I would take all of you inside me, moving in and out
sensuously. I would nibble the head gently with my lips. I want to feel you
come hard in my mouth, swelling up and spurting your cum so hot into my
mouth as you gasp in delight.
You pull out the paddle again. >WHACK< you hit me solidly on my sore
buttocks. For a couple minutes you do this until I beg you to stop.
"No more, please!" gets muffled through the gag. You answer only with
harder strikes for speaking. With every strike I am driven into the bed. If
it weren't for the chastity belt I'd be dripping precum all over the
sheets. Slipping into a very heavy state of mind I am amazed I am taking
all this punishment. As are you. Seeing how I am beginning to be
unaffected, you pull out a cat. I see this and start to whimper. You hit my
already sore buttocks and I cry out. The pain stings and burns as each lash
whips across my swollen skin. The penis gag muffles the sound of my
wailing. Smiling sardonically, you give me a few more strokes.
"Please, please, please," I chant over and over again begging you to stop
through the gag. "PLEASE!!!"
"OK, I won't punish your poor swollen little ass anymore, dear."
You unchain me from the bed and kiss me on the forehead. I sob gratefully
thinking it is all over. But then you lead me to the whipping post. I have
never been tied to this before. This was always used for you. I hate that
cat'o'nine. You seem to like it. I have too good of an idea what you have
in store for me. With my hands high above my head and my feet chained to
the bottom I sort of dangle there helplessly. My bottom lip trembles as I
pout, starting to sob again. I catch a glimpse of my backside in the
monitor. It is crisscrossed with red streaks.
Your voice pierces the room, "You did NOT come when I ORDERED you to, and
you will be PUNISHED." you bark angrily, still feeling sexually frustrated.
You punctuate your words with a few searing strokes of the cat across my
back. You work it in your mind that I refuse to come and am forcing you to
put me in my chastity belt. For some reason you just want to punish me
tonight. To take me to the edge. And I'm not safewording under the searing
strikes of the cat which you thought I'd buckle under. Since I am not
giving up, you continue, slipping into a dominate mindset.
"I'm sorry," gets muffled into the gag.
"The camera can't hEAr you..." you say sardonically. >CRACK<
"I'M SORRY!," I plead, speaking as well as I can.
Shaking your head, you walk into the bathroom and shut the door. After
several lonely minutes, you come back wearing an entirely leather outfit.
You are wearing black leather boots, gloves, panties and a tight fitting
bodice which pushes up your breasts into very tantalizing mounds. This is
partly to intimidate me and partly to get yourself more in the mood. This
is the first time you've worn it other than to try it on. You feel power as
you squeeze your fist through the leather. My eyes open wide in fear as
they see you are sauntering towards with the nipple clamps dangling from
your fingertips.
"NO!!!!" I bellow, my eyes flooded with tears, my face stricken with
horror. My body whips around in pain as you put them on, the chain
connecting them around the post. My knees buckle as I scream into the gag.
My hands grasp the chains connected to the wrists cuffs for support. I hang
there in helpless agony with tears streaming down my eyes. You walk around
back and pull out a whip. The clamps are burning my nipples. I'd do or say
anything to get these off. These instruments of torture will completely
control me.
>CRACK<
I jolt with surprise as I hear you testing out the whip on the wall. The
next stroke, though falls on my back and I twist around trying to get away.
With each lash you take away the pain of the nipple clamps for a brief
moment. It is a mixed blessing, however, as my back gets crisscrossed with
searing red marks. With every strike, I squeeze down on the butt plug and
bludgeon my chastity belt into the post. I start sobbing, sucking earnestly
on the penis gag.
The pain is building making me sway, dazed. If I ever get down from this
post, I'll do anything you ask me. Anything. I now remember what you said
about the welts. I come to the awful realization you've wanted to do this
for the flimsy excuse of getting the sheets wet. A fiery look is in your
eyes as you strike my back over and over. You start to shift from side to
side as you are getting wet. You take the gag out of my mouth.
"Please, I'll do anything you ask... just get me down. Please?!"
Without a word, you take off the nipple clamps slowly and take me down from
the post. I collapse on the floor clutching my nipples. I creep over to
your feet and start kissing them frantically. You look down at me and see
me in my chastity belt, pink ass filled with a dildo, red marks all over my
back, looking up at your with big, soulful, tearing eyes. Lovingly, you run
your hands through my hair and I reach around your legs clutching tightly.
Smiling, you take me to the bed. You tie me spread-eagle and take off my
belt. You take out the Men's Cream and start torturing my cock, rubbing the
tip roughly. At first I thought you were going to make me come but such
intense stimulation is cutting it off. I am in pure agony. I am so hard and
I beg you to let me come. You raise your eyebrows in disbelief.
"You want to come?" you ask shockedly.
"Yessss," I plead.
Your sweet inquisitive expression sharply changes to a scowl, "You Come
when I TELL you to, SLAVE." That word struck my mind harder than the whips
across my back. I continue my sobbing, tears running down my face. You
squeeze my balls hard for talking and continue to torture me.
I start to whimper. "I love you?"
You smile sweetly, "I love you too. But you asked for this."
You begin to kiss my balls sweetly. I close my eyes and let the sensations
overtake my frantic thoughts. Just as I begin to relax I feel a small nip
at my ballsack.
"Aaa!" I yelp.
I see your eyes meet mine, looking up over my pubic mound. I can see your
cheeks bunching up in a wicked grin.
"Please? No?"
In answer, you give my balls a few more bites. I start flailing about as
best I can being tied spread-eagle. I bite my lip and my brow furrows.
Tears start welling up in my eyes as you take one in your mouth and tug,
and tug harder, and harder, and bite down more and more.