From sysop@edenbbs.com Fri Jan 10 12:43:27 1997 To: sysop@edenbbs.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mindy's Sweet Revenge (forced fem,humil,cbt,bdsm,castr) 1/2 From: sysop@edenbbs.com Date: Fri, 10 Jan 1997 11:43:27 -0600 ------------------------------------------------------------- Downloaded From http://www.webprecision.com/bedtime ------------------------------------------------------------- Mindy's Sweet Revenge (forced fem,humil,cbt,bdsm,castr). To me, Mindy was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I could describe every detail about her, since whenever I spotted her, I couldn't keep my eyes from her. She was a few inches shorter than I am, had short, glistening black hair, greenish-blue eyes, and always seemed to wear -- to me! -- provocative clothing: a short denim skirt, or form fitting jeans, or a sweater that was just a little too tight. Every time I saw her, my heart skipped a beat; I had what must have been the male equivalent of a "swoon." If you said that I had a major crush on her, you would have been right on the money. I wanted to be with her so badly; I had fantasies about her that I would rather not repeat. However, I never had enough nerve to walk up to her in the dining hall because she was always sitting with a bunch of her girlfriends. Even when she was on her way to or from classes, she was usually with her roommate or some of her friends. After following her for discretely for several days from a distance -- please don't ever accuse me of having stalked her! -- I finally "accidentally" bumped into her when she was alone. After several attempts to ask her out, and an equal number of rejections, she finally accepted a date for the following Friday night. Maybe she wanted to find out what made me so persistent. Late Friday afternoon, before dinner, I called her to "remind her" that we had a date that evening, just as she suggested. I was puzzled when she told me to "make sure that I was clean inside and out." She added that it really turned her off when a man had poor "personal hygiene" habits. She told me to make especially sure that I "attended to my bodily functions," which was a pretty strange thing for her to say. Nonetheless, I scrubbed myself down in the shower, shaved, and used deodorant. I checked myself twice in the mirror and then went over to Mindy's dorm to pick her up. I walked excitedly over to her dorm and, when I got there, I called her phone number on the intercom. She told me that she would be right down. Several minutes passed and then she appeared. What a knockout! She was all dressed in black -- with a loose-fitting, turtleneck black sweater, short black satiny skirt, black hi-top stockings and knee high boots. My eyes quickly dropped down to stare at her lovely skin between the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt. She caught me ogling her and when I looked up at her face a split second later, I saw an amused look on her face. She walked -- or should I say "sashayed" -- over to me, softly grasped my upper arm, pulled me subtly closer, and turned her body and face to kiss me on my cheek. All at the same time, her hair brushed against my face, her breasts rubbed lightly against my chest, and I smelled her wonderful aroma. I couldn't help sniffing audibly; I was overcome by the flood of sensations. I felt myself responding; I just couldn't help it. For a brief moment, then -- either accidentally or purposely -- her hand brushed down over the front of my pants. In that quick moment, she must have unmistakably felt the bulge in my pants. She smiled and then said, in a low but very clear and insistent voice, "C'mon upstairs. We'll have to do something about this." I couldn't believe that this was happening so fast! We walked over to the elevator. It must have been held open on another floor because it took a long time to come. While we were waiting, Mindy stood close to me and I wanted to reach out to embrace her. Finally we got on the elevator, which was empty. As the doors closed, Mindy turned to me, placed her hand on my neck and drew me close. Suddenly, she started to kiss me hungrily, passionately, desperately. Her tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth. I responded in kind. We were locked in an embrace and then I felt two wet fingers next to my nostrils. Seconds later, I realized that I was smelling her woman's scent. She must have reached down to rub her fingers inside her privates. She pushed her fingers slightly up into my nose. The combination of her musky odor and the ardor of our long kiss was overwhelming. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. As we got off, she purposely -- it must have been on purpose! -- once again caressed the growing bulge in my pants. She smiled at me knowingly. We walked down the hallway to her room. I could scarcely contain my excitement; yet, as a counterpoint, it was humorously awkward walking with a hard-on. We walked into her room. She carefully turned to double lock the door, and fasten the chain. She turned to me, looked right into my eyes, paused, and then said, in a strangely matter-of-fact tone, "Take off all of your clothes...all of them" You know what they say about men -- "When the cock gets hard, the brain gets soft." Anyway, I stood there and started to unbutton my shirt, took it off, and then bent over to take off my shoes. She laughed, and then said, more seriously, "Sit down on the bed and then take off the rest of your clothes." I removed my shoes and socks. I then pulled down my slacks and underwear. She picked my white jockeys and inspected the inside carefully. "Good. You keep yourself clean. I wouldn't want to be with anyone with poor habits." I was nude, yet she was still fully clothed. She pushed me back on the bed. My feet were still touching the floor. She knelt down between my legs and softly grabbed my cock. She started rubbing it up and down. As I started to breathe harder from the excitation, her own smell from inside my nose was intensified. It felt so good and I felt myself getting close to getting there. "Boys like you come much too quickly." I then felt her encircle my penis with her thumb and index finger, just below the head, and then she squeezed, hard. I felt my raging hard-on start to subside. "Good. Now we'll get down to business." Mindy took my dick once more in her hand and then drew her body up. She engulfed my cock in her mouth and slowly, languidly, started to move her mouth up and down on it. She held her hand tightly around the base of my cock. Soon, inevitably, I started to come, and she sensed the premonitory sensation, too. "Please," I moaned, but she pulled her mouth off my cock, and, once again, squeezed her thumb and finger around my manhood until the sensation passed. She stood up, reached down under her skirt and pulled her panties down. They were bright pink and silky, with some lace around the leg and waist openings. She let them drop down to her ankles, and then bent over to pull them off her feet. She lifted them up for me to see, smiled at me, and then carefully placed the moist area that had been between her legs and placed it tightly over my nose. "Breathe deeply and smell all of me," she ordered. I could hardly refuse. Holding her wet silky panties over my nose and face, she climbed up on the bed, and, on her knees, brought her body up closer my head. "Now I want you to kiss and lick ME," she directed. She then rotated her body, quickly lifted her short skirt over my face and wrapped her legs around both sides of my head. I was thrust into darkness as her skirt floated down around my head and as she maneuvered her vagina down onto my mouth. She pressed her body even more against my mouth as I felt her bend over. I started to lick her, and, as I did so, she responded in kind. She drew my cock into her mouth and sucked me, and grabbed my testicles tightly. I licked her furiously and stuck my tongue in and out of her. I felt her begin to spasm and I, too, started to come, but, once more, she stopped ME from coming by tightly pinching just below the head of my cock. She pushed her body from me and got off my face. She had a satisfied look on her face. "That felt really nice," she said after a few moments. "But if you want to come, you're going to have to wait." "Oh, c'mon," I pleaded. "You got me so horny. Please finish me off." Merrily, she laughed. "Not right now. But I will take care of you later. I promise." Thank goodness she wasn't going to leave me hanging. "But there are a few things that you're going to have to do for me," Mindy announced. Her voice started to take on a more serious, more menacing tone. She got off the bed, straightened her skirt, and opened the bottom drawer or her dresser. As she did so, the back of her skirt rode up over her ass and I got a brief, yet luscious, view of her ass and vagina. She must have known exactly what effect she was having on me. She came back holding a small flesh colored dildo and some thin linked chain. She held the dildo up for me to see. The dildo was about six inches long and, at its widest, almost an inch in diameter. Instead of a round circle of rubber at one end, most of both sides of the circle was cut away so only a half inch strip of rubber, about three inches long, was left. At the center of the strip, at the base of the dildo, a metal eyelet had been fastened. As if she were reading my thoughts, she said, "The excess was cut away to make wearing it more comfortable. But this remaining strip will stop it from going all the way in. And you'll soon find out what the eyelet is for." She dropped the chain on the bed next to my head and I automatically turned my head in response to the clinking noise. Abruptly, Mindy said, "Watch this." As I turned back towards her, she slowly pushed the dildo up inside of her. I heard her audible intake of air and a brief look of ecstasy in her eyes. She pulled it slowly out and then in several times. Her eyes glazed over and her breathing quickened. Then, abruptly, she pulled the dildo out, and leaned over me. She placed the tip of the dildo against my lips and, pushing it between my clenched teeth, said, "Take this all the way into your mouth and make it as wet as you can." I complied...what choice did I have? After all, her taste and smell of her made me more excited and even more erect. She started moving it slowly up and down inside my mouth. "How do you like being fucked in your mouth? Mindy asked. I was taken aback by her sudden vulgarity, but without waiting for my response, she grabbed my erection with her other hand, and started to rub it up and down. It was still damp from her saliva. "Now for something really nice," Mindy announced. "Spread your legs wide." She pulled the dildo out of my mouth. At the same time she was rubbing my erection, she reached down between my legs and started to press the dildo against my asshole. "What the..." I started to ask. "Keep still and just try to relax," Mindy directed. I couldn't refuse her. She started to move the tip in and out, very slowly. "Your ass is so tight. You must be a virgin," she noted. I heard an almost imperceptible chuckle. As much as my sphincter tried to resist, Mindy was implacable. She continued to work the dildo even further into me. At one point she had to stop caressing my dick in order to pinch it just below the head to stop me from getting there. But stopping the onrush of my orgasm didn't stop her from finally pushing the dildo all the way in. She brought her body up onto the bed and, kneeling between my legs, once again took me into her mouth. She started to moved her mouth up and down on me in rhythm with the thrusting of the dildo inside of me -- at first ever so slowly, and then more rapidly. Her mouth was hot and wet, and the dribble of her saliva made its way down between my legs and onto the dildo. The feeling was excruciatingly wonderful. I could have orgasmed immediately, except that Mindy knew exactly when to apply her "death grip" which pulled me back from my orgasm. After several more cycles or excitation and de-escalation, she pulled her mouth off of me with a loud slurp and told me to stand up. As I got off the bed, she picked up the chain and then quickly stood next to me to grab and hold onto my erect cock. As she let gravity straighten out the chain, I noticed that the one chain was actually two chains fastened together at the midpoint of each. I started to question her, to try to resist, but in a very authoritative tone, Mindy told me to "stand at attention." She then ordered me to move my legs apart and to stand very still. She took her hand off my cock, which, in its purple and engorged state, continue to stick out of my body like a "One Way" sign. She stepped around me and, from behind, wrapped the chain around my waist. I noticed that the juncture of the two chains was right next to my navel. She pulled the ends of one chain tight around me and she must have hooked something through the links to keep it held tightly around my waist. She moved to face me and I watched her in a fascinated haze of sexual expectation. It was mesmerizing to observe her as she used what looked like a knitting needle to thread the two remaining chains through doubled over loops on both long sides of a six inch by two inch piece of beige strong cloth. These loops, about a half inch in diameter, had been formed by folding over the cloth and sewing seams along each long end, along a half inch line from each edge. The thick black thread looked even stronger than the cloth. She worked the cloth down the chain until it was about four inches from the waist chain. She placed the cloth right on my erection, where it obediently stayed, since I was still quite erect. She moved to stand behind me, and then, kneeling down, reached from behind and between my legs and quickly pulled the chain ends back and then up between my legs. My erection was horribly bent backwards and up between my legs. I almost swooned with pain. I could only topple over if I tried to move because she had looped the chains around the waist chain and was pulling with inescapable force. After a few moments, when I started to recover from this assault, she made sure that each of the two chains were on either side of my scrotum. I then felt her fumbling around the base of the dildo. She released one chain from its loop around the waist chain, but promptly threaded it through the eyelet at the base of the dildo and then looped it back over the waist chain. She did the same with the other chain. Then, I heard the unmistakable "click" of a lock. "Now this will keep your old cock out of the way and your new cock way up inside of you." And then Mindy laughed. It felt as if my groin was being distended downward. It was like the most horrible but the most exquisite of wedgies. "It's time to go out on our date, now. Oh yes...I didn't forget the promise to take care of you later." How could I possibly walk around all chained up? But Mindy continued... "Since you don't have a real cock, in any sense of the word, I want you to wear some different clothing." She picked up her bright pink panties from the bed and, bending down, said, "Step into these." I hesitated but then her voice dropped down a notch as she said, "Do it, or you'll leave this moment." Would she push me out into the hall, naked and chained up? At that point, I feared that she, indeed, would. I stepped into her bright pink panties and she pulled them up my legs. The lacy elastic waist band made a discernible snap as she positioned them around my waist. The silky material felt smooth and snug against my skin. She walked over to her dresser, and, suddenly whirling, she said "Smile!" as a flash went off. When my eyes readjusted, she was holding a Polaroid camera. "This will be just for the two of us, unless you want some copies made," Mindy said, ominously. She then pulled out a bright pink matching bra from her dresser and held it up for me to see. "This one will probably fit you the best," she said. She placed it around my chest and fastened it behind me. She then began to squeeze both nipples and alternately softly caress my skin through the silky material. "See how nice this feels?" She paused. "Say it. Tell me now nice this feels." She kept rubbing my nipples and squeezing them. I felt a stirring between my legs. "Mmmmm. This feels so nice," I finally admitted. "Now fondle yourself. Squeeze your nipples. Do it!" I placed my hands over my chest and rubbed my hands over my bra. I pinched my nipples until they hurt. And it did feel so good. Another flash! Damn, she had taken another picture. "Just for our scrapbook," she said, chuckling. "Good. But what you really need are some real' breasts." She took small breast forms out of her drawer and carefully placed them in each cup. "You wouldn't want bigger tits than mine, would you?" I was confused. I didn't know what to say. "Now hurry up and get dressed," Mindy commanded. I looked at her imploringly. I couldn't believe that she intended to go out with me dressed with bright pink feminine undergarments and trussed up the way I was. As an answer, she said, simply, "Put your clothes on. Now." I pulled my shirt on and started to button it. Mindy laughed when she noticed that my larger chest caused the shirt to distend in the front. Also, I could see the outline of bra straps through the thin material. "All of your clothes," was all that she had to say. I pulled up my pants and belted them. It was not very comfortable when I had to bend over to pull up my socks and tie my shoes. I stood up and Mindy laughed. My shirt looked ridiculous. "You can't go out that way," she said and she rummaged through one of her drawers and pulled out a pink sweater. She stepped toward me and suddenly ripped at my shirt, tearing the buttons off. "This will fit you much better. Take off your shirt and put this on." I took off what remained of my shirt and pulled the sweater down over my head. It was a v-neck, but the neck had a lacy edge sewn around the opening. Worse, yet, there were no sleeves. And the arm holes, too, had lace around each opening. "The sweater looks very pretty on you." The sweater felt nice because it was cotton -- I hated wool -- but the color and style were ultra-feminine. No one could possibly mistake it for a man's sweater. "Look at you! That hair under your arms has got to go," Mindy said scornfully. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a can of shaving cream and a pink throwaway razor. "Lift your arms up. I haven't got all day." And just like that, she proceeded to shave the hair from under my arms. "And now, a little talcum powder." With a powder puff, she then sprinkled some scented powder under my arms. When was this going to end? "Wait a sec. Your neck looks so bare since you're wearing such a frilly lacy sweater. She reached once more into her drawer and took out a black velvet choker necklace. She placed it around my neck and fastened it. It was just tight enough so that when I tried to turn my head, it started to constrict me. "Oh, damn. We've got to do something with your face. It's too pale." She brought over some makeup, and I started to say, "That's enou..." but Mindy cut me right off and reminded me, "Remember those pictures. You wouldn't want them all over the campus." She smiled as the implicit threat was spoken. She sat me down on a chair in front of her mirror. I watched in fascination as she first applied dark blue eye shadow and then eye liner. "If you have too much makeup on, you'll look like a whore," Mindy noted. But she proceeded to put on more and more layers. And then, she took out her lipstick. The color was a very bright red. "Open your mouth slightly." She continued by painting my lips. I felt the glossy, waxy feeling as my lips were coated. "Now move your lips together." -------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet