____________________________ | | /)| 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 Workout (MF, S&M) by Gamma (gamma@ray.com) *** The door to the room swung open. My host stepped aside and I walked into the darkness. It was pitch black. Hot. I heard a strange whirring sound and moaning. Then I heard the heavy metal door swing closed behind me and lock. Only then did he switch on the light. A single bright spotlight knifed through the darkness and fell upon the roomÕs sole occupant Ñ a beautiful naked girl, blindfolded and gagged, and glistening with a sheen of sweat as she endured a bizarre form of bondage and discipline. My cock twitched and hardened the instant I saw her. Her name is Lisa, said my host. Lisa has been a bad girl, and, as you can see, Lisa is being punished. Indeed she was. Lisa was a petite blonde with a wild mane of thick hair. She was just a little over five feet with a spectacular figure. She was trim and muscular with a flat belly and nice sized breasts. It was a good thing she was in good shape, because her ordeal was a strenuous one. Lisa was perched on a modified exercise bike. Instead of a seat, she rode a dildo. Thick, knobbed, it was lodged well into her cunt. Her slim ankles were lashed to the pedals. Her arms were drawn upwards towards the ceiling and strapped together at the wrists. A thick spring connected them to a ring overhead. Her breasts were adorned with nipple clamps that were connected by taught wires to the handlebars of the bike. She was gagged and blindfolded, the straps beneath her hair so that her head was encircled by her mane which flailed wildly from her exertions. Lisa's breath was ragged as she pedalled furiously. I could see that as she did so, the dildo surged in and out of her cunt and she bobbed up and down from the tension of the spring which pulled her upwards towards the ceiling. The handle bars did not move, so when she rose upwards, the lines to her nipples tightened the clamps and elongated her tortured buds. It seemed a nasty punishment, one that was sure to be a wicked blend of pain and pleasure. Pain from the stretch and pull on her nipples; pleasure from the vigorous thrusting of the dildo. Little did I imagine how much more there was to her torment. My host and I stepped closer to he beauty, who must have been aware of our entrance from the sound of the heavy door, but was far too preoccupied with her erotic torment to much care. As we drew near, I could smell the aroma of her sweat and perfume, as well as the pungent odor of her female juices. Her breath whistled through her nose as she pedalled, and occasionally she stiffened and wailed into her gag. Whether from orgasm or some other sensation I did not know. My host smiled a wicked lustful smile. ÒIf this were all Lisa had to cope with,Ó he said, gesturing towards the beauty riding the dildo bike and bobbing between the ceiling and the infernal machine upon which she perched, Òit would be a most entertaining evening for her. But there are several refinements that make her ordeal a bit more, shall we say, challenging? As we circled her and gazed upon her from behind, I saw a wire snaking from the cleft of her smooth tight ass. You see, there is a metal dildo deep in LisaÕs tight little ass. It's electrified. Not a strong current. Just a few volts but enough to be a painful bite deep inside. Enough that she has no desire to feel it. She can cut the current off if she pedals fast enough to power up that tiny motor there that turns the spring switch for the shocker. If she stops pedaling or slows down, the spring turns the switch on and poor Lisa has a shocking experience. Just as he said that, Lisa stiffened from what must have been an orgasm. Her legs straightened and she arched towards the ceiling. Though it was still lodged deep inside her, her upward thrust pulled her off the dildo far enough that I could see it was very thick and covered with hard rubber nubs. Her nipples pulled hard against the clamps and the inflexible line that ran to the handlebars, distorted her round, firm breasts into cones. Her head dropped back between her arms, her panting breath stopped, and she moaned a deep, guttural cry of female satisfaction as her loins exploded with pleasure. Her ass twitched and bucked and writhed, whether in an attempt to get more pleasure from the dildo, or reacting to the pain of the current that was now surging into her ass or both I could not know. A glorious orgasm, Lisa, my host cooed to the girl, who began to pedal again as her orgasm subsided, her head still back, her blonde main swishing across her naked, sweaty back. My cock was incredibly hard, and I wanted desperately to bury it in her and fuck her hard and deep. Noticing how I massaged my crotch, my host said: Erotic beyond belief, isnÕt she? It's hard for me to resist taking her down and fucking her whenever she rides the bike, but she must be complete her punishment time. And youÕll have your chance with her later. It was a further torment for Lisa, I suppose, knowing that a hard fucking awaited her after her session on the bike. She began to pedal more vigorously until she was churning very fast. Suddenly she began to grunt and moan. She slowed a bit then surged forward and wiggled her ass, then pedalled a little faster, then grunted again and slowed. She seemed almost out of control. If she pedals too fast,Ó my host explained, Òshe works the headlight generator, which I've adapted to send the current down the line to her nipple clamps. I've set it all so that there is a very fine line between pedaling fast enough to cut he current to the ass dildo and so fast that she shocks her nipples. ThereÕs very little leeway. She has to find just the right speed to avoid both, and with the dildo throbbing away in her cunt, and all the other sensations attacking her body, it's almost impossible. I watched as Lisa rode the tormenting bike, punishing herself if she didn't hit and maintain the exact right speed. Sweat glistened on her tanned skin and dripped down her flanks. She bobbed up and down and shook her head and her breasts were stretched and then released and then stretched again. Her ass wiggled and her pussy was slick with her juices, which also trickled down the dildo. My host walked over to a small table full of leather gear and other bondage toys. He returned with a leather cat-o-nine tails. Her back is unobstructed,Ó he said with an evil smile. Would you care to add another stimulus to her workout?Ó He handed me the whip even as poor Lisa groaned and shook her head and stiffened again and stretched her breasts and shocked her ass. I was intoxicated by her by her beauty and her suffering and her obvious pleasure. If it was possible to enhance the erotic vision before me that squirmed and panted and climaxed, that aroused me to the point where my cock twitched and I was on the verge of orgasm myself, I was eager to try. I stood behind the naked, climaxing beauty, and when she was rigid from her orgasm, stretched taught and lost in her world of pained pleasure, I drew my arm back and then sent the nine leather thongs hissing forward to kiss the very flesh I would very soon be fucking.