From: YLQU82A@prodigy.com (Michael Ruppel) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Laurie 3/?? Date: 11 Jun 1996 22:15:29 GMT LAURIE Chapter II THE PLAY ROOM I reached behind me and flicked on the light switch. The fluorescent ceiling lights quickly bathed the room in a brilliant glow, temporarily blinding the both of us. As Laurie's eyes became accustomed to the light, they widened in disbelief. Before her was a room like no other she had even seen. Her eyes moved from side to side, taking in the various devices I had gathered or had especially made for me over the years--the X-frame on the wall, the horizontal bars next to it, the kneeling cushions, the round center post, the doctor's examining table (its stirrups tauntingly upright), the wall of whips, the ceiling pulley and chains. "What do you think?" I asked, still gripping her right nipple with my fingers as I placed my left hand on her shoulder. "I...I've never seen anything like it! I'm scared." "I want you to be a little scared, Laurie. It will heighten your senses. But my promise remains--I will not mark you or hurt you beyond your level of endurance. Trust me. Come here." I released my grip on her nipple and took her hand once more, then walked her to the wooden center post, eyeing the ominous-looking straps hanging from it. "Turn around, Laurie, put your back against the post." She turned. I savored once more the beauty of her lithe, naked breasts, the first target of my endeavors this evening. I reached to the side of the post and drew a three inch wide leather strap around her waist, then buckled it on the other side, pulling her back and ass tightly against the hard wood. "Just so you don't jump around too much when I work you over a little. First I am going to have some fun with those gorgeous tits of yours, then I am going to give you a complete examination over there on the examining table. I think you'll enjoy that! Don't go away." I walked behind her to the wall of whips and retrieved a long, thin riding crop with a slightly more thick triangular tip, ideal for stinging sensitive nipples, and a pussy whip. I had found the pussy whip, with its six eight-inch leather thongs, tightly braided for added pain, to be perfect for use on breasts as well as pussies. Holding the crop and whip in my hands, I moved to the front of Laurie once more. Her eyes widened when she saw the devices in my hands. I smiled, sensing the fear in her eyes. I put the handle of the pussy whip into the waist band of my skirt, letting the dark brown tentacles hang ominously over the waist band, in plain sight. "We are going to play a little game, Laurie. A little test of your threshold of pain. The better you are at playing the game, the less pain you receive. If you don't do well, of course, you.... ah....you lose. You won't like what happens when you lose. Clasp your hands behind your head." The frightened girl moved her hands in back of her head, clasping them. I made her hold her elbows well back, making her more than ample breasts jut out smartly....invitingly. I moved closer to her. "All right, Laurie, we are ready to begin. I am going to use the riding crop on your tits, but only the tip of it. If you cry out in pain, you get one swat with the full length of the crop somewhere on your body. I am going to give you six licks, three on each nipple. Are you ready?" She nodded her head affirmatively, her eyes meeting mine once more in a plea for mercy. I maintained my steel composure and bade her to close her eyes. I didn't want her knowing when then licks would come. She kept her head held high, her elbows well back. Holding the crop in my right hand, the tip about six inches above her left breast, I moved the palm of my left hand over the defenseless nubbin, feeling the hardened flesh dig into my hand. Laurie moaned at the touch, surprised that the first sensation she was feeling there was one of pleasure, not the pain she had been bracing herself for. "My what big nipples we have for a rather tiny girl!" I exclaimed in a mild-mannered, almost soothing voice, belying my true intent. She moaned again as I brought the tips of my fingers to her right nipple, leaving the left one unprotected, where, unbeknownst to her, the riding crop loomed ominously above. She moaned and "Ahh'd" for several moments as my fingers played a symphony on right nipple, exciting it to the maximum of its sensitivity. Just as I lulled her into a state of tranquility, without warning I flicked the tip of the riding crop smartly just above her left nipple, cracking the hardness of the leather against the softness of the delicate tissues. "OH! AHHHH!" she cried out, more out of being startled than suffering pain, her eyes opening wide, as if in amazement. "My-oh-my," I said in a tone of admonishment, "we've lost on the very first round. That wasn't exactly the kind of silence I had hoped for. I believe that calls for a penalty shot!" "NO!" she cried again as she watched me raise the length of the crop and bring it down with an even louder crack across the front of her thighs, causing her to scream out once more, this time more from pain. "You'll have to do better than that, young lady, or you'll end up with twelve nasty strokes instead of six." "My nipples are so sensitive...." she began to say in a whimpering, half-pleading voice. "Then you'll have to bear up all the more," I interrupted. "Close your eyes again. If you peek, I'll have to blindfold you." Shifting my body just slightly to the left, to better my position for the next blow, I cupped the front of her right breast gently in the cradle of my fingers, lifting the gland and its unprotected, coral-colored, turgid nipple upward, where it became a perfect, albeit unwanted target of my stinging crop. Laurie's mouth was slightly agape; her brow was furrowed in fear. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her breathing was heavier than before. I let her wait, agonizingly, knowing the crop was inches away. To her surprise, I eased the thick tip of the crop over the soon to be swollen nubbin and played with the pliant tissue, moving the nipple back and forth with the triangular tip, teasing it back to excitement. Then, in a sudden, unexpected movement, I raised the thick piece of leather up and smashed it firmly right over the top of the sensitive tissue. This time she was prepared. Despite the maddening sting, Laurie merely drew in her breath, sharply, and bit her lower lip, as her head cocked back and to the side. "Very good," I whispered in a complimentary fashion. "Not even a peep." "It still hurts like crazy," she cried, dutifully keeping her hands clasped behind her head. I looked down at her pretty patch of blonde pubic curls, beneath which, across the top of each thigh, was a telltale reddened stripe, the burning result of my first, and so far only "penalty shot." The leather belt around her waist held her firmly in place. Her legs were slightly parted, her cuntal hairs peeking prominently from between her legs. For a brief second, the thought struck me that it woyld be nice to kneel down and service her pretty pussy with my tongue, but there would be plenty of time for that later. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, quite sincerely. She opened her eyes and looked right into mine, her lips breaking into the tiniest of smiles. "No," she said. "I think I can take whatever you give me." "I think you could," I whispered, flicking the thick tip of the crop once more with a resounding crack across the front of right breast, catching the waiting nipple before it had time to fully recover from the first blow. "HRRRMPH!" was the only sound my little made, followed by a short burst of breath through her nostrils. Her ability to withstand what must have been very painful to her amazed me. I delivered the fourth, fifth and sixth strokes with a good deal of sharpness, alternating between her swollen nipples. Even the final stroke, which I purposely made the hardest, evoked only a series of deep, throaty moans, and deep gasps for breath, but she remained steadfast in her determination not to cry out. "Do you want to scream out when it hurts, Laurie?" "If you want me to," she replied, trying to catch her breath. I laughed. "No. Actually, I always gag the screamers. I prefer to be able to talk with you while I put you through your paces. Come on, I want to check you out real good." I undid the belt around her waist and led Laurie over to the examination table. Without being asked, she quickly mounted the leather-covered table and stretched out on her back. "Do you want my feet in those things?" she asked. "That's what they're there for," I replied. She smiled, seeming only too happy to lift her feet into position, having to slide her ass forward slightly on the table to accommodate the metal stirrups. I moved to her side and drew another belt over her waist, tightening it fully, then moved to the head of the table and pulled her arms down to a point where I was able to affix leather cuffs to each wrist. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "you really want me to be restrained." "Don't want you jumping off the table," I said, feasting my eyes on the length of her body and her svelte nakedness. Her spread legs, even from my vantage point behind her head, seemed particularly inviting. I moved along the length of her naked body toward the foot of the examining table, stopping at her right leg only long enough to draw a cuff around her ankle and pull the attached chain tight enough to make movement of the foot all but impossible. Without even gazing at the treasures between her wide-opened legs, I did the same with her left ankle. Behind me was the flood lamp, still unlit, which rose well above my head. Turning to face it, my back to the spread-eagled blonde, I pulled it to me on its wheels, then flicked the switch to turn it on, bathing Laurie's body from head to toe in bright, white light. When I turned at last to feast my eyes between her legs, I saw her eyes squinting against the brightness of the lamp. Rather than fool with the dazzling light, she closed her eyes just as I drew my sights on her splayed pussy. I had seen many naked women in my life, but I don't recall ever seeing as beautiful a vision as Laurie's completely exposed sex. The beautiful golden, honey-dewed curls seemed to have been painted there on either side of her labia which gaped open like a pretty pink rose, the petals invitingly parted, the center glistening with moisture. At the top of her opened crack was her protruding clitoral nubbin, prominent, just waiting to be tongued or, should I desire, even cruelly whipped. "I feel like I'm at the doctor's office," she said, her eyes still closed by the strong light which shined down over the back of my head. "I may not be a doctor, Laurie, but I am going to give you an examination like you've never had. My, what a beautiful pussy you have! Let's have a really good look at it!" I leaned forward and placed my thumbs at the inner edge of her outer labia, her pink gash already visible between the delicate folds. A slight pressure of my thumbs was all that was needed to expose the entire pink, wet area surrounding her now wide-open vaginal entrance. "OH!" she exclaimed, realizing I had just completely bared her most private part. I studied the beautiful scene before me as if I were viewing, for the first time, a gorgeous work of art, which indeed it was. I could see part way into the juice-filled vagina, where several tiny masses of pinkish-white, slightly rounded tissue seemed to come together in a tightly knit circle. I moved the tips of my thumbs closer to the edge of the splayed sex and drew the vaginal door even wider, causing the rounded tissues to part. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice sounding a little concerned. I smiled. "Relax. It's all part of the examination. I'm studying your hole. I can see all the way inside it, Laurie. It's so beautiful." "I've never felt so exposed before. AHHH! What's that?" "Shhh!" I said, moving my index finger into the pink opening. "It's just my finger. Don't say a word. Just let me explore a little bit." As she lay there, naked, obscenely exposed, breathing more heavily with each moment, I probed her warm, moist opening to my heart's content. Somewhere amongst her moans and sighs I slid my middle finger alongside my index finger and continued the exploration. Her vaginal muscles were extremely tight. Sometimes, she contracted them against my invading digits, as if she were attempting to squeeze more of me into her. "AHH! That's nice!" she exclaimed, letting out a long breath to punctuate her arousal. Her hips began to undulate slightly, despite the restraint of the belt around her waist. She drew her breath in sharply and loudly as I plunged my fingers to the depths. The womanly odors emanating from the region served to intoxicate me, leaving me almost breathless. Soon I began to piston my fingers in and out of her hot hole, listening to the sweet slurping of the vaginal excretions inside her, while her moans and groans filled the air. "YES! I want to come! Please let me come!" she begged as my two fingers electrified her. "If you come, I have to punish you, Laurie," I explained, as if it were a natural fact, without ceasing my finger-fucking. "I know," she sighed. "I don't care. Just do me. OH! That feels so good! Yessssss! Yessssssss!" I leaned over more, so my face was flush with her splayed legs and twat. There was a lake inside her now which oozed out of her opening and into the lower crack of her ass. I pursed my lips and drew them over her burgeoning clitoris, then flicked at the nubbin several times with the tip of my tongue. My lips had not surrounded her clit for more than 30 seconds when she screamed out, as if in pain, then came in torrent after torrent. The loud "AHHHH!" which escaped her mouth seemed to last for almost a minute as her entire body spasmed and her vaginal muscles alternately squeezed and released their grip on the fingers inside her. When the long "AHHHH!" ceased, she began gasping for breath. I had never seen a woman have a more intense orgasm. It was almost scary. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine." She let out a gushing breath. "Very fine." Another breath. She swallowed, but her mouth was almost dry. She sighed. "Don't take your fingers out yet. Let me come down slowly." I left my two digits inside her, unmoving, for several moments, as I watched her continue to slide down from her erotic high. Once or twice she bit her lower lip as she tightened her vaginal grip on me, as if to savor the feeling to the very end. Finally, when she seemed to have regained a semblance of normalcy, I withdrew from her. My fingers, coated with her juices, glistened in the light of the overhead flood lamp. I brought them to my nose and basked in their sweet, cuntal smell. I looked into her slowly opening eyes and whispered, "Do you always have such intense orgasms?" I brushed some hairs away from her engorged clitoris with the tips of my fingers. "OH! I'm so sensitive there after I come!" she exclaimed, referring to my fingers near her love button. "Answer my question, Laurie." MICHAEL RUPPEL YLQU82A@prodigy.com