____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o 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 o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o In Mercy's Dungeon (bondage) by Tauni Arntsen, 1995 ** She's been gone for, well, an awfully long time. It's so hard to guess the time in here, or to reckon the amount of time that's passed. My mind says I've been here for years, but my body knows better. It still hurts from the first strokes of the cane. Lines of fire, they still burn along my thighs and butt. Where is she? I need her to turn me over. My body has sweated an awful lot on this vinyl table, and the sweat makes the cane marks sting worse. Feeling the effects of staying in one position for so long, I try to shift a little to ease the pressure on my butt. The wet vinyl clings to my tender skin and makes moving more painful than staying still. A sudden panic grips me: will she _ever_ come back? Will she leave me here in this dark, damp place where insects must be plentiful. Another wave of panic: here I am tied in place, I couldn't even swat the bugs off me. They could crawl all over me, inside me if they wanted. I scream and call her name. I yell and yell until the sound bouncing off the walls hurts my ears. I give up, exhausted and sobbing. Terrified but too tired to really care. I wake up a good deal calmer. My stomach rumbles painfully and I'm suddenly aware that I'm hungry. I think it's the first time I've noticed that. Hard to believe I've probably been here for only 12 hours or so. I try not to think about the pain in my stomach, but it seems to eclipse the pain elsewhere. So I listen to its gurgling and thrashing for a while. I try to distract myself by thinking of how I got here. She was beautiful, but in a way that made me shiver. She was having an animated discussion with a man at the dungeon party. She wore a tight black body suit with a loose wrap around skirt of blue. I came closer, searching for an excuse to get her attention. She turned sharply and smiled at me. I think my heart actually stopped for a moment. Somehow I managed to speak a greeting and my name. I knew she could tell how nervous I was, excited by her beauty. I knew she was feeding off that nervousness, enjoying it immensely in fact. She recognized my name (I am something of a semi-legend as bottoms go). I saw coldness creep into her gaze and a sudden panic made me want to run away. Then warmth returned and all was well again. We went downstairs to the living room to talk further. Gradually the conversation shifted into negotiation. I was so turned on by the idea of playing with her that I didn't care if we had just met at some dungeon party. I explained that I was not really interested in roleplay, that I was primarily a physical masochist. I knew deep inside that all this was open to modification, but was afraid to say anything about it. She gave me a look that said she knew what I was thinking and I saw her pleasure as she anticipated messing with my boundaries. I gulped and again managed to keep from fleeing. She smiled, a cool sinister smile, and I was hooked. We left the party earlier than I'd ever left a party. She wanted to show me her dungeon, and I wanted to see it. Her house was amazingly far out in the countryside, but the long drive was enjoyable because every time I looked at her I got the most delicious shiver. I shifted a little in my seat and realized I was wet. That realization turned me on even more, but I was happy to let it simmer. We reached a long gravel driveway which wound behind a hill to a house that wasn't even visible from the road. A huge old house, built about the turn of the century anyway. I hoped I would get a chance to explore it a bit, as I love old houses. In the living room I automaticly took a seat near hers but at a lower level. Maybe I was feeling a _little_ bit submissive around her. We talked a bit more, but I caught her gaze in the dim light and was transfixed. She reached out to me and touch my cheek. Our first touch. My eyes didn't want to leave hers as she slowly moved her hand to stroke my hair. As her fingers slowly raked through my short hair, I sighed mightily and my eyes slowly closed. We stayed like that for several minutes. She stroked my cheek again and I opened my eyes. My head had somehow come to rest upon her knee. I liked looking up at her face from that angle. She looked deep into my eyes and asked me if I'd like to see her dungeon now. I seemed to have lost the power of speech, but I nodded. She said she wanted to take me there blindfolded. I agreed. At that moment I would've done nearly anything she asked. She tied the blindfold tightly so I couldn't even open my eyes, much less see anything. The pressure on my eyes was reassuring, as was her hand upon my shoulder. We slowly walked forward, made a few turns, and carefully went down some stairs. I noticed a distinct increase in humidity and a musty smell which was not entirely unpleasant. I heard a click and she removed my blindfold. It was a few moments before I could see well, and she waited patiently until my eyes adjusted. She had pointed me towards an table that resembled a doctors exam room table. Beyond it I could see a rack of whips, crops, and canes neatly arranged along the wall. A stout metal box was open and I saw coiled rope and some pieces if leather. The bondage equipment. Her hand was a gentle pressure on my back as she waited for me to take this all in. Maybe she thought I'd be afraid and want to leave. Actually the fear was very remote, what I felt most keenly was a sense of pride that she wanted to share this with me. I turned to her and smiled a big silly grin. She smiled back and we walked towards the table. I hopped up and sat down as if I owned the place. She went around a corner and I heard some new age type music playing. I noticed the speakers and realized that for all its apparent crudeness this could be a fun place indeed. She returned and massaged my neck gently. She asked if I'd like a back rub and I immediately agreed. I laid on my stomach on the table while she massaged my back. My shirt was gradually coming untucked from my pants, but at that point I didn't mind. She slipped her hands under my shirt and I was shocked by the softness and warmth of them. Soon my shirt was up around my neck and I removed it altogether. I heard her whisper softly in my ear, asking if I'd like to try some bondage. My heart nearly burst with joy as I as I said yes. I laid on the table pleasantly relaxed while she put the leather cuffs on my wrists. They were broad and snug and lined with soft fleece. I sighed with contentment and then shivered a little with anticipation. She tied each cuff to a leg of the table. I couldn't lift my hands at all, but could move them slightly from side to side. I'd always enjoyed secure bondage. I was getting all dreamy and into the sensation of being tied up when I felt a flogger lightly strike my back. If I could've purred like a cat, I would have. I relaxed my back as the strokes gradually increased in intensity. I slowly become aware that I was moaning with each stroke. I moved my legs a bit and found that I was _really_ wet at this point. The whipping built until I was moaning and thrusting with my hips into the padded but firm surface of the table. I was startled as I felt her hand slowly move across my back, leeching the warmth from my skin. I had a pleasant buzz going as well as being very turned on. She started to remove my pants, and I moved my body to help. I lay basking in the heat of my back as she placed leather cuffs on my ankles and tied them to the legs of the table. Her hand softly caressed my bottom and I started to think of what it might feel like in another hour. Her other hand moved to my exposed pussy and easily found my clit. She made some noise of satisfaction as she noted the degree of my wetness. As I resumed moaning and squirming a little she began to slap my butt with one hand, fingering my clit with the other. She noted the change in my body's tension as I approached orgasm and removed her hand from my pussy, but continued to spank my butt for a while. The buildup towards climax resumed and again she stopped just in time. I lay on the table a heaving, sighing mess while she stepped back and chuckled. After a few minutes I calmed down somewhat and she asked me if I'd ever come just from being caned. I said no and my apprehension increased as I thought of enduring enough cane strokes to get that far. She noted my squirming, but got the cane anyway. It began with a light tapping that gradually built up until I was once again moaning and thrusting, this alternating with cringing from the initial sting of impact. I began sobbing and pleading with her to stop, but she seemed not to hear me. The caning continued unabated. I started casting about my mind for the safeword we'd agreed on earlier, and decided that I was really ok and didn't need it. Yet. The caning stopped abruptly and I thought it was over, when I heard her whisper in my ear, "I want to hear you scream." Her voice was so chilling that I struggled even harder, and my brain couldn't have found the safeword even if I wanted to use it. I lay shivering in anticipation, but I didn't have to wait long. She lifted the cane over her head and brought it down full force on my butt. I screamed and screamed, then cried and sobbed. I opened my eyes and saw her looking quite pleased with herself. But as she saw me recover enough to notice that, she lifted the cane again and brought it down on my thighs. It seemed to go on and on forever. The pauses were long enough for me to stop screaming between strokes, but I just kept sobbing and didn't try to look at her again. The caning stopped, but I didn't really notice it for some time. I just continued to cry. I felt her hands on me as she unhooked the cuffs. I was too exhausted to move anyway. She rolled me over and refastened the cuffs. My backside ached immensely from the weight of my body on the welts. I opened my eyes and through the haze of tears saw her beautiful face looking at me. I wanted to say something, but my words weren't coming out intelligibly. I think I wanted to tell her that I loved her for doing this to me. She smiled and showed me the cane she'd been using. It was covered with blood. My blood. I started to squeal loudly as she turned and walked out of the room, pausing to turn off the lights. I wake up again because the room seems filled with light. She's here in the room. My anger at her for leaving me so long is immediately eclipsed by my hunger. She has brought a tray with a sandwich and some orange juice. She unties the cuffs from the table and gently brings my arms back to a normal position. She helps me sit up, but I'm very shaky. It scares me to feel this weak. The throbbing of my butt is nothing to the rumbling of my stomach. She holds me while I eat some of the sandwich and drink all of the juice. After a while she helps me stand and leads me to a small room off the main dungeon with a toilet and shower. She helps me sit on the toilet and holds me up until I'm done there. Then she helps me into the shower and hooks my cuffs to a bolt on the wall. The water is cold at first and I protest, but it warms up quickly. She somehow manages to wash my body while avoiding the water herself. She turns me to wash my backside gently. I'm curious to see what it looks like so I turn my hard as far as I can. All I can see is multiple red lines with scabs forming on them. The sight of it makes me cry softly, while she carefully cleans off the sweat and other accumulated stuff. She turns the water off and gently towels me dry. She hasn't spoken yet, and the silence begins to bug me. I ask her why she left me alone so long, but she only smiles and turns me to face her. She quickly grabs the back of my head and forces my lips to hers. In spite of the pain and the fear I felt earlier, my emotions immediately soften towards her. Chained to a shower wall she kisses me deeply and with a precision devoid of passion on her part, a carefully calculated kiss that leaves me hanging limply in her arms. When I can stand, she leads me back to the dungeon room. I stand on my own long enough for her to lay a soft blanket over the table and help me sit down on it. I start to wonder if I want to leave or stay here with her. Then I wonder if I even have a choice. She senses the confusion and smiles. "I want you to stay, what do you want?" I'm so enthralled by her that I can't answer. She takes that as consent, which I guess it is. She shows me a stout leather collar which she places around my neck snugly, but not tightly. The collar has a ring on either side of my neck and I feel them dangle against my skin as I bow my head to her. Her arm about my shoulders is comforting and I feel peace as I surrender to her. She helps me lie down on the table, which is much more comfortable thanks to the blanket. She blindfolds me snugly and I only shiver a little bit. I am hers, after all. I feel soft ropes wrap around my body tying me to the table. Around and around they wrap, covering my body but leaving my breasts bare. Then I feel ropes around my legs. I am nearly coccooned in soft rope, firmly fixed to the table. I test my range of movement and find that it is impossible to move anything below my head. I'm getting so aroused that I want to breathe deeply, which I can't because the ropes won't let my chest expand. I settle for breathing rapidly, but I fear I may hyperventilate. I feel her jingling the metal loops on my collar and then feel a rope pass through them and down to the table. I can only move my head the slightest bit, and even that is uncomfortable. I try to relax and patiently wait for whatever comes next. Soft warm hands on my breasts. Gently massaging but the intensity increases quickly. The fact that my breasts are the only exposed part of my body makes me all the more aware of what's going on there. I'm breathing too fast and I'm starting to get dizzy, but I can't slow it down. My mouth is open and my lips are hungry for some sensation, but there's nothing there. I moan but can't arch by back or move. I am completely immobile and helpless. The breast massage focuses on my nipples and an expert tease begins. The light touches, gentle twisting and squeezing, goes on forever. It's never enough to hurt or to make me jump to a higher level of arousal, there's just a _long_ slow buildup with no apparent destination. I'm also feeling very sleepy, the dizziness has progressed to the point where I feel like drifting off to sleep. The primitive part of my brain takes over for a few seconds as I struggle as much as I can, but there's nothing I can do. I wake up with a serious cramp in my neck. I guess I thrashed too hard before I passed out. The ropes are still tight, but I can breathe almost normally in the absence of stimulation. She's gone again. Oh no, not again! How long this time? How long will I have to wait like this? My earlier submissiveness boils away as I get angry. "Where the hell are you? Let me go!" I find the safeword and scream it at the top of my lungs. No answer. She isn't even here. I give up trying to get her attention and go about planning my revenge for when I _do_ get released. She's going to be blackballed from any safe, sane, and consensual parties for sure. After a while I hear a little noise and I know that she's been there watching me all this time. I start to yell at her, but she quickly stuffs a gag into my mouth and straps it around my head. "I don't want to hear any of that from you. I want you to listen to me. No one at that party knows my real name or where I live. Nobody is going to come here looking for you. I have plans for you, which I'm sure you'll like. Eventually." I try to curse at her from behind the gag, but it's useless and she laughs. Then I feel a riding crop smack across my nipples. I scream into the gag but the sound is almost completely muted by the rubber. My muscles are terribly sore from all my attempted thrashing, and I know that I haven't loosened the ropes one bit with all my struggles. That doesn't stop me from trying though. The crop has made my nipples stand up in spite of their pain. I feel a clamp close on one nipple, towards the base, and then on the other nipple. Both clamps tighten and I think I can feel both sides of each clamp touching through my nipples. The trapped blood in my nipples makes them extremely sensative. The very air seems to caress them too brutally. I groan and try to keep from hyperventilating again. After a few minutes I feel light prickling on my nipples. At first I think it's from lack of circulation, but I realize that it's from very fine needles puncturing the skin. I can smell blood. There seem to be many small punctures in each nipple. Then I feel a mouth on one nipple, suckling, drinking the trickle of blood. That nipple is suddenly exposed to the cold air as the mouth moves to the other one. The clamps come off and the pain is tripled as new blood rushes into my nipples. Suddenly the blindfold is removed and my eyes are assaulted by light. After several moments I can see again, and the first thing I see is her face looking down at mine. Her lips are red with my blood. The sight is mesmerizing, beautiful, not at all grotesque. I almost forget how the blood got there. "Thank you" she says and it seems sincere. Seeing her again after so long blindfolded she looks more beautiful than ever and I forget the hatred and revenge. She sees my expression change and removes the gag. My mouth is still hungry for sensation and she bends down and kisses me deeply, letting me taste my own blood. I love her. She unwraps the rope that holds my body to the table, but leaves my legs and head bound. She clamps each wrist cuff to the sides of the table, unties my collar from the table, and helps me sit up. She sits on the table behind me and lays me across her lap. She talks to me in words that don't mean anything, just pleasant sounds. I relax more and close my eyes. I feel a sharp stick in my arm, but don't flinch much. I'm safe here in her arms. She gives me a quick kiss and I open my eyes to gaze into hers. "There wasn't much blood in your nipples, you know. Not near enough to make me satisfy me." I feel bad, guilty that I didn't give her all that she wanted. "I want you to be happy." I start crying. "I love you." She smiles, so gentle and caring, "You will give me whatever I ask?" "Yes, yes I will. Whatever you want." I'm speaking through tears of guilt and love. She moves a little and I see a tube filled with thick crimson blood. It's coming from my arm and she's squeezing the tube to prevent the blood from spurting out. "I want this. Can I have as much as I want?" "Yes, as much as I can give. You can have it all. I _want_ you to take it." She laughs lightly. "I want it all, alright. I don't drink much at a time, so you'll be with me for a long time. At least your blood will. But I want to give you something in return. I want to give you the experience of giving all of yourself at once." I'm mumbling yes and please and I love you. It comes out all in one incomprehensible glob of words. She takes the tube and connects it to a large bag hanging from the table. We sit there for a long time, she holds me as I feel lighter and lighter. I look up at her face and see the most beautiful sight in the world: she's crying. It hurts me to see and I want her to stop it. She smiles, ruffles my hair a bit, and kisses me gently. "Go to sleep my darling girl, go to sleep."