Erotica Stories
She turned the key in the door, walked in and turned to close the door. WHUMP, something hit her hard between the shoulder blades, knocking her against the door, knocking the breath out of her. She was pinned against the door, her cheek against cold glass. Her hands were grabbed and trussed behind her back, as her pulse skyrocketed. Gasping for air, she tried to find her breath, she tried to scream. "Alice" a voice hard and quiet said "be quiet, or you won't be able to make a sound at all". Her head was painfully pulled back by the hair at the nape of her neck, and a blindfold tied tight around her eyes. Every nerve in her body was on fire, and she thought her heart would knock a hole in her chest. Her lover, she thought, her goddamned lover planned a surprise. She was angry. She didn't know if she wanted to play. It was late, she was tired, tomorrow was going to be another long day. But just the knowledge that he wanted to play -- no, not even that, just the idea of playing, of thinking of being submissive -- made it hard for her to protest. Her body temperature rose as she thought about what might come. I am changing, she thought. The role is growing on me. I don't know if I will need a safe word. I could almost let him do anything now. Is this what trust is made of? Anger was dissolving into another feeling she couldn't quite identify. She heard a rustle of movement, and strained to make it out. Someone else? What is going on? But warm hands quickly tied a silk scarf like an antique bandage for a tooth ache over her head and under her chin. I can tell his touch, she thought. He's been practicing, that's not something he knows how to do. Or knew, she corrected herself. The scarf didn't take away all the sound, she could tell that he had turned on music, Mahler it seemed: grand, majestic and powerful. But she couldn't make out voices, only that they were there and there seemed to be more than one. Hands grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. Her pulse was still pounding, and anxious from the initial surprise, and this was going to make her puke. It stopped and she lurched a bit, dizzy. Hands, how many she couldn't tell, grabbed her and marched her out the door. Spun again and dragged down the sidewalk, roughly pulled by her blouse. She stumbled as hands from behind push in the desired direction. Totally disoriented. Where am I? What the fuck is going on? She was shoved into a car, on a front seat, wedged between two bodies. One probably her lover, but the other was still unknown, and not very knowable. The car took off, driving fast, and she realized that she didn't even know what direction the car was pointing to start with. Sitting very still, she felt hands unbuttoning her shirt, and scissors cold between her breasts, cutting open her bra. Wait, she nearly said, I like this one, don't ruin it. But she found that she lacked the will to talk. Everything was happening too fast. It was too confusing. She wasn't sure about anything anymore. But her body was beginning to respond to being exposed. Somewhere under the confusion was a kernel inside of her that said "you like this, you like this". She tried to pay attention to clues about where they were going, who was there, listening for signals. But she was quickly distracted by hands on her breasts pulling them out of her shirt and the remains of her bra. She felt fingers pulling her nipples, and the familiar feel of the clamps tightening on them. Something familiar she thought, something to hold onto. She didn't even know if it was her lover driving or touching her or really, even if he was in the car at all. The car drove fast, turning corners with a squeal, clearly running lights to judge from the muffled honks of other cars. Hands kept pinching her breasts, and pulling on the chain between the clamps. It was awkward, hands tied behind her back, constricted and confined by the now silent bulk on either side of her. She tried not to respond to the insistent hands on her body, tried to find the anger she felt earlier. But she had moved from simple acquiescence to active desire. She wanted to be touched. Finally the car pulled up with a screech. She was jerked out of the open car door. A voice spoke near her ear, it must have been loud. "We'd twirl you around again.." The we was not lost on her. "... but its unlikely you have a clue to where you are. That's important". Laughter in the background, as her shirt was yanked down off of her shoulders. In all the tussles the scarf had come off her ears, and was pulled away. "Lift her skirt up", she heard her lover say, as hands along her legs tuck her skirt into its waistband, in the front and in the back. A breeze across her thighs and ass made her feel more exposed. She wondered where they are, who could be watching. "Come with us, Alice". Her lover was doing all the talking. Up some stairs, she tried to figure out where she was, but couldn't. The path seemed vaguely familiar, but it wasn't his place, nor Jon's house. She couldn't imagine who else he would play with. She strained for sounds or clues, but strong hands on her shoulders propelled her quickly forward, as someone tugged on the chain between her nipples from the front. She walked hesitantly, blind and afraid of bumping into something. As she ducked once, totally without reason, someone laughed at her from behind, someone not her lover. A hot blush traveled through her cheeks, and she had no idea if anyone even noticed. "Stop". She did, immediately, afraid. She felt cold metal sliding up the inside of her thigh, and then heard the distinctive swish-click of scissors. Snip, through the crotch of her underpants, followed by long fingers, her lovers, judging from their warmth, twisted in her pubic hair. "Oh, she's wet alright". She wanted to blush, but the scissors were still too close to her cunt, and she was scared. Would he cut her? How far would he go? Snip, "Here's a lock of hair for you", she heard her lover say. A door opened and she was pushed through, stumbling and falling onto her knees. Hands pulled her skirt off, popping the button on the waistband. Her underpants were fluttering at her waist, and she too could feel the moisture between her legs. "Stand up, Alice", as a collar snicked into place around an ankle and was pulled tight. "Spread your legs" as the other ankle was bound. "Put the clamps on her labia, Jon". So it was Jon, but labia clamps? What? The confusion returns. "Oh dear, we are going to have to finish cutting off those pants." With what seemed a careless swipe of the scissors, they were gone. Her arms, behind her back are pulled tight and up, leaving her bent over, a little. She imagined another rope holding her arms up behind her and her ass stuck out, exposed. As hands tied two soft ropes around the plumpest part of her thighs, her mind relaxed a notch. Maybe, she thought, it won't hurt too much. A sharp sting on first her left, and then right labia, brings her back to the present. "Nice, very nice" as someone draws the clamps apart, pulling her open. Two more clicks and the clamps were attached to the ropes on her thighs, holding her cunt as open as her legs. The sensations were strong, somewhere between pain and pleasure, but they demand all of her attention. A finger ran down from her nipple and stopped just short of her clit. She moved her hips, straining forward and then backwards. "Oh she wants it, doesn't she". There was pure delight in her lover's voice. Two hands brushed across her nipples, this time cool hands. The nipples burned from the clamps. One more caress, a hand on her buttocks and then nothing. Footsteps fell away from her and she was left standing, still awkwardly bent over. The pull on her labia and nipples was intense. Music softly from another room fills the air. Philip Glass, minimalist, and she imagined an empty room, no carpet, no furniture and only shades on the few windows. At first, she felt empty and hungry for touches. They'll be back soon, she thought. Then an itch crawled up, under her shirt, across her shoulder blades. Wiggling did nothing to help, except to pull on the labia clamps and make the heavy chain between her nipples swing back and forth. Where are they? Why am I left here? She couldn't even rub her thighs together, and her own wetness began to seep down her thighs. Time passed and the sway of the chain between her nipples felt better, and she moved her hips again, to make it swing harder. But neither that nor the pinch of labia clamps was satisfying at all. How much time has passed?. She was sure it was at least an hour, but with a grimace thought that that probably means 10 minutes. Her shoulder blades began itch again. The itches came and went and she was left standing, dripping and wanting more touches, contact, anything. Her mind wandered with the music. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her and a cock was thrust between her legs, from the back, invading her. The sudden movement pulled on her labia, stretching them between the clamps. A moment of tight pain translated into a sudden yank on her clit. Her body could only respond to the overwhelming sensation. Waves of pleasure rolled over and over, in tugs on her clit, her labia. She felt his hands on her waist, pulling himself into her deeply. As her body moved in response to his, the chain between her nipples swung wider and wider, pulling her nipples down from her bent over body. She was so deeply involved in the pain and pleasure that she barely noticed his orgasm, only his fingers digging deeply into her arms for a moment and a muffled cry on her shoulder. Then nothing, silence and an absence of touch. It was her lover and now he is gone. Again, left hanging, her body started to cramp. She tried to flex different muscles to stretch, but can't. What now, she wondered. His semen ran down her leg, and her body throbbed in response to the pleasure it felt. The clamps still attached, made her nipples and labia pulse, a little. She would smile with the memory, but she felt too tired for even that. But she found that she had the energy to sigh, as careful hands finally came and touched her gently. Still blindfolded, she was let down, unhooked, unclamped and folded into a soft, warm robe. Strong arms half carried her stiff body out to a car and helped her in. She dozed on the ride back, leaning on him, arm around her shoulders. He helped her into the house, and placed her in bed. As he removed the blindfold and he handed her a box tied with a ribbon. She looked at him to ask a question and he said simply "for you, for everything, for making my fantasies come true". It contained silk and lace, underwear -- a bra and pants, garters and stockings, in a carefully chosen color he knew that she liked -- and a single rose of the same color. Back to top
My girlfriend and I have both enjoy a lot of bondage mixed with our sex. Recently we've added tickling as one of the torments we use on one another. We each find it very exciting to tie the other down and explore our lovers ticklish areas while she thrashes frantically against her bonds. I've discovered that my lovers feet and the sides and underside of her breasts are her most ticklish areas. She usually comes from the tickling alone but her orgasms are much more intense if I fuck her with a dildo while I tickle her. Lately we have been trying to out do each other in coming up with devious bondage positions and tortures. The following is both a story about a torture I used on her and a plea for new and original ideas. Drawing on my experiences with a rather devious torture that a lover of mine used on me several years ago, I set about designing and building a new bondage device for use on my girlfriend. I started with a wooden bar stool (four legs, wooden top), first I cut two circular notches out of the edge of the top so that a person could sit in the center of the stool (with one of the stool legs in front of them) and their legs would extend straight down to the floor. Next I drilled a hole in the center of the stool wide enough to accept my 10" dildo and still have room to be lined with leather. I glued foam to the top of the stool then covered it with leather (actually fake leather) and extended the cover down into the center hole. I now had a stool with a sculpted padded leather top with an ominous hole in the center. Next I glued two short pieces of wood (1" x 1" x 6") on opposite sides of the hole on the bottom of the stool then I drilled a 1/4" hole through both of them across the hole in the stool. In order to make the stool more stable I screwed the legs to a 3' square piece of plywood. The final step was to drill a 1/4" hole through the base of my 10" dildo. Now I was ready for my victim. I kept my new toy in one of my spare bedrooms, a place I knew Alex wouldn't go, and waited for the weekend to arrive. That Saturday it was unusually warm out so Alex and I laid in the sun on my deck. When we came in around 3:00 I told her that I had cooked up something special for her and asked her if she was interested in finding out what it was. I wouldn't give her any hints and so she finally agreed to just go along with me and find out. I produced a short leather thong and a roll of wide tape, using the leather thong I tied her hands behind her back then I taped her mouth before she could ask any more questions. I led my captive lover to the spare bedroom and sat her down on the edge of the bed so she could watch as I prepared my surprise. I pulled a small box of toys out from under the bed and put it in the corner of the room so Alex couldn't see what was in it. Positioning the stool under a screw eye in the ceiling, I climbed up on it and tied a length of rope to the screw eye. Next I took an arm binder and a short leather thong from my box of toys and brought them over to Alex. Two quick tugs on the bows on her bikini strings and her top fell to the floor exposing two well formed breasts with hard nipples the size of small thimbles each with a gold ring through them. I allowed myself a few caresses with my fingers and my tongue before continuing my little game. The arm binder I used was a leather strap about 3" wide, it went across her back below her shoulder blades, under her arms, up over her shoulders and buckled behind her neck. Using the leather thong, I pulled her bound wrists up to the D ring on the arm binder and tied them there, I made sure they were tight enough to keep her from moving her arms but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. I dragged Alex up off the bed and pulled her over to the stool then forced her to sit with her legs in the notches I had cut in the top. I tied the rope hanging from the ceiling to the D ring on the arm binder then tied another piece of rope from the D ring to the rear leg of the stool. Taking two lengths of rope, I tied one to each of her ankles then drew the ankle up the side leg of the stool and tied it near the top. She now found herself straddling my custom stool with her legs drawn back and up and being supported by a rope from the ceiling. Next I untied the bows on her bikini bottom and pulled it out from under her then I spent some time licking and stroking her breasts and fingering her pussy until she was good and wet. From my box of toys I got my 10" dildo and a short piece of wooden dowel, when Alex saw the dildo her eyes widened and she began moaning and shaking her head "no" (she had a good idea what I was up to by now). Reaching under the stool, I slid the dildo up through the hole in the stool top and into Alex's dripping pussy while she squirmed and moaned. When the dildo was fully inserted into her I lined up the hole in the base with the holes in the blocks under the stool and slid the dowel through. My lover now sat in a rigid upright position squirming on the dildo that impaled her. By using her legs she could slid herself a few inches up and down on the dildo. When I removed the tape from her mouth the first thing she asked was "What are you going to do to me?!". I just smiled and went over to my box of toys and got a long soft feather. When she saw the feather she screamed "NO!" and began to plead with me and struggle against her bonds. I explained to her that I was going to tickle her and she was going to fuck herself with her struggles. I then laid the feather on the bed in front of her and left her there to think about what was to come. I gave her about 5 minutes to think and struggle then I returned and picked up the long feather and began tickling her stomach and inner thighs while she begged and squirmed. Soon her begging gave way to giggles and bursts of laughter. After a while I changed to a smaller feather and expanded my tickling to include her breasts. Once I started tickling the undersides of her breasts her laughter became mixed with small shrill screams. Eventually I changed to a short stiff feather and moved around behind her and tickled her ass cheeks and the crack of her ass. This got her vigorously bouncing up and down on the dildo that impaled her and brought on her first orgasm. I took a small break while her body trembled in the wake of her orgasm and went to my box of toys and got out an inflatable gag which I fully deflated, forced into her mouth and strapped tightly around her head. I clipped the inflation ball to one of the arm binder straps so it wouldn't be hanging and get in the way of my work on her breasts. When she had recovered a little I explained to her that I was going to continue to torture her until she had 5 more orgasms and that if I thought she was faking one I'd torture her for an extra hour. She responded with a wide-eyed shaking of her head and a muffled "no". When I added that I had put off tickling her feet until she was gagged, her head shaking became more frantic (she thought I was being merciful by not tickling them). Taking up the stiff feather again, I started with her stomach and inner thighs and quickly moved to her breasts. When her screams got louder and her struggles more frantic I would stop and pump the gag up a little then start tickling her again. When I finally got to the soles of her feet she was bucking so wildly that I had to put my weight on the stool to keep it still. Five orgasms later it was apparent the tickling and dildo were definitely doing the job I had intended. I had advanced to using a small paint brush on her, the gag had been pumped up to fill her mouth completely, her screams were very muffled now and her juices were dripping off the seat of the stool and running down her legs. I removed her from the stool, leaving her arms bound up behind her back, and forced her to kneel on the floor facing the side of the bed. Tossing off my bikini, I sat on the edge of the bed in front of her and removed her gag. I told her that she owed me a few orgasms and if she didn't do a very good job I'd put her back on the stool and torture her for another hour. Then I drew her mouth to my swollen pussy and laid back, closed my eyes and enjoyed her expert tongue while replaying the sight of my bound lover frantically trying to escape from my tickling. That was all a little less than a week ago, she has promised (or threatened) to put me into the stool and extract a little revenge. I have no doubt that if she gets me tied up on that stool she will torture me as completely as I tortured her. Mmmmm... I guess I can't wait..... But until then I'm trying to come up with some new ideas to spring on her, so if any of you have any great ideas for tying and tickle torturing a woman I NEED THEM! Kathy ============================================================================= A little while ago I posted a story and request for ideas about bondage and tickling. This is a follow-up about the ordeal Alex cooked up to get even with me. Before I start I should probably explain a few things about Alex and myself. We have been lovers for several years now and while we regularly tie and torment each other, I view myself as being submissive and masochistic and Alex as dominant and sadistic (oh how she can be sadistic!). Fortunately this works out quite well for us :-). In devising torments for Alex it is quite rare that I actually manage to out do things she has previously done to me mainly because I'm not much into inflicting pain on her and I think she knows this and uses it to her advantage. When we added tickling to our bondage this opened a whole new world of possibilities for me because we are both terribly ticklish and I don't view tickling as inflicting pain. It seems that the last little torture I dreamed up for her was the most out of control she has ever been and showed her just how merciless I can be given the right situation. Not to be upstaged, she was determined to show me that she hadn't lost her touch when it came to torturing me. She insisted on using the device I had designed. Considering the amount of bondage in our sexual lives I didn't see that I really had much of a choice (besides I was kind of excited about it), it was just a matter of time until she had me in a position where I couldn't resist. I agreed that she would get her chance Friday night and so after our usual evening at the gym we returned to my house with her toting along a bag of toys. Soon after we got to my house Alex had me strip then grabbed her bag of toys and led me down to the basement where we had stored my famous torture stool. Once there she put leather cuffs on my wrists and fastened them behind my back. She dragged the stool out to the center of the basement play area and sat me in it. Then she took two lengths of rope and attached them to screw eyes about 7' off the floor on the walls on either side of the stool I was sitting in. The other ends of the ropes had snap hooks which she attached to the cuffs on my wrists after releasing them from behind my back. As she tightened the ropes, drawing my arms up and out, I began to get the idea, she wanted to be able to get to the areas under my arms and along the sides of my chest. She seemed proud of her little innovation and I knew I was in trouble. Using two more lengths of rope, she bound my ankles back along the sides of the stool as high as she could. It was hard to keep from swaying forward but she soon had a fix for that. She put a 3" wide leather strap across my back below my shoulder blades, ran it under my arms, over my shoulders and buckled it behind my head. Standing on the rungs of the stool, she attached a length of rope to an overhead screw eye and then tied the other end to the D ring on the strap across my back. She attached another piece of rope to the D ring but just let it hang behind me. Now I was curious, I was certain she was going to attach it to the back of the stool to hold me down as I had done with her. My repeated questions earned me a piece of tape over my mouth. Now that I was quite helpless to change the course of the evening she promised me that my ordeal would be something that I wouldn't soon forget. She slowly removed her clothes while fondling my body and stroking my pussy. When she was completely naked, and had driven me to the brink of orgasm, she picked up my 10" dildo and pulled a directors chair over in front of me and sat in it. She told me that if I squirmed around and brought myself to orgasm that my next orgasm would be with her working on my breasts with a riding crop. Sliding down into the chair, she put her legs up over the arm rests presenting me with a good view of her pussy. While I watched she slowly worked the dildo into her pussy and began fucking herself with it while fingering her clit. As she worked on herself she went into vivid detail about what it was going to be like to be tickle tortured in my current position. I was beginning to wonder how good an idea it was to let her tie me this way, my earlier excitement was giving way to a feeling of apprehension. It wasn't long before she had brought herself to orgasm. When she had calmed down she got out of the chair, picked up a small wooden dowel and came over to me holding up the moist dildo and telling me that it was now my turn. She reached under the stool and I felt the dildo slid up under me until the tip was touching my pussy lips. Using two fingers to part my pussy lips, she worked the dildo into me until I thought it wouldn't go any further then she pushed it a little deeper. Taking the dowel, she pinned the dildo into place on the underside of the stool. I now knew what she had felt like when I had put her into this position, every move I made caused my muscles to grip the dildo that was impaling me. She laughed at the expression on my face and told me that that was just a start. From her bag of toys she removed a gag with a 6" dildo on it, the gag was designed to go in the mouth and leave the dildo free to be used for fucking. At first I couldn't see why she would use a gag like that on me since I was in no position to use the dildo on her. Then out came the tube of KY and as she began greasing the dildo my stomach dropped out. She was going to put it in my ass! I knew it was useless but I screamed and struggled anyway. She seemed to love my reaction and with a wicked grin she moved around behind me caring the greased dildo. I tried to rock my weight back so she couldn't get to my ass hole but she put her weight into me and forced me to lean forward then I felt the cold tip of the dildo enter my ass. I knew from experience that fighting it would only make it hurt more so I stopped my struggling and relaxed and let her slid the dildo into my ass. When she had it completely in me she used a leather thong to tie the gag to the top of the stool. She then tied the rope hanging from the D ring to the back leg of the stool while explaining to me that she was leaving plenty of slack so I would get the full effect of both dildos moving in and out of me when I raised up off the stool. I was now completely stuffed, I could feel the two dildos rubbing against each other within my body. My feeling of dread was rapidly increasing, I could still vividly remember Alex bouncing around on the dildo while I tickled her. She stood in front of me now and admired her work then she told me she wanted me to know what it was going to be like when I struggled and reached forward and tickled my ribs. I had never been fucked in my ass and pussy at the same time before and the feeling of both dildos moving in and out of me as I jumped was like nothing I imagined. She said I should see the look on my face when I moved then she produced a long feather and placed it in the directors chair in front of me. She peeled the tape off my mouth, stepped up on a rung on the stool and kissed me then pointed to the feather and said "Think about it lover". I was already begging as she left the basement. She gave me a while to think about what was going to happen as I had done with her. The time alone was quite effective, it gave me an opportunity to see just how helpless I was and to think about all the things she could do to me in this position. I tried to work my wrists out of the cuffs but she had been careful to tighten them correctly and every move I made reminded me of the dildos that were in me. When she returned she told me she wasn't going to gag me yet. She wanted to hear me scream the way she had screamed and when I got too loud she would use the same technique I did with the inflatable gag. Then she remarked that I seemed to be sweating a little, was I nervous? Using the long feather she started at the insides of my knees and, despite my pleading, quickly worked her way up my inner thighs. By the time she had reached my stomach my eyes were watering so much I couldn't see, I was laughing hysterically and bouncing around on the dildos that impaled me. Before she could get to my ribs I had my first orgasm and thought I was going to pass out. At this point she stopped and got out the inflatable gag. She made a show of making sure it was fully deflated while reminding me that I had tortured her through 6 orgasms and that I still had 5 to go. I refused to let her put the gag in my mouth and tried to bargain with her, if she would remove the dildo from my ass I'd let her gag me. This didn't work very well, she stepped around behind me and, grabbing a handful of hair, pulled my head back until she could force the gag in. After strapping the gag on she changed to a short stiff feather and started in on my ribs. I had completely lost any sense of time, all I was aware of was the feather traveling over my ribs and up into my arm pits, the dildos moving in and out of me, the sweat running down my body and my screams. After pumping up the gag a little she got a good laugh out of the way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass cheeks and the crack of my ass. Finally she changed to a small paint brush, one of the most devious tickle torture implements we had come up with. She pumped the gag up to fully fill my mouth and let me know that she hadn't forgot about my feet and toes. When she started on my feet I thought I would die, I couldn't think straight, I couldn't scream through the gag and I couldn't control the spasms running through my body. My eyes were so tired that I couldn't see, my awareness was limited to the brush traveling over my feet, the dildos moving inside me, the uncontrollable spasms running through me, sweat running off my body and blurs of color in front of my eyes. The torture seemed to go on forever, when she stopped again I wasn't sure how many orgasms I had had but I knew I had had several violent ones. When my eyes cleared she was standing in front of me watching me. She ran her hands over my sweaty body and told me that she had one other torment in mind for me and that my fighting her attempts to gag me had convinced her that she should use it. She untied the small dildo from the stool and removed it from my ass then she unpinned the larger one and slid it out of me. I was getting quite sore and I was glad to have the dildos removed but I was afraid of what she might have in mind for me. Alex has her sadistic spells as I have my masochistic ones and I was certain she was planning to cause me some pain. Out of her bag of toys she produced a Japanese sewing clamp to which she attached a short leather thong then she attached a spring and a large weight to the other end of the thong. She held the clamp with its attachments up in front of my eyes and asked me if I remembered how she had used this on me before. Nodding "yes", I closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was next. When I felt her fingers expose my swollen clit I couldn't help but remember the time she had tied me standing spread eagle and attached a clamp with a weighted spring to my clit then whipped me. She was very gentle when she closed the clamp on my clit and positioned the thong so that the weight and spring hung off the edge of the stool. But I knew that when I started to struggle again the bouncing weight would take its toll on my clit. I knew she was going to whip me but I wasn't prepared for the doubled up piece of neoprene tubing that she produced from her bag. It had been a while since she had really inflicted heavy pain on me, this was going to be one of those times. Though I knew what to expect from a whipping, I wasn't ready for the pain the tubing could inflict. When the first lash landed across the exposed part of my ass I think I screamed louder than ever before. Every time I jerked from a lash of the whip, my clit would be mercilessly tugged by the bouncing weight and spring. She delivered a total of ten lashes across my ass while telling me how much my struggles and muffled screams excited her. When she stepped around in front of me I could see that she was working on her clit with her left hand and I knew she would work me over until she came. She brushed my left breast with the tubing and smiled as I frantically shook my head "no". When the first lash landed on my breast it triggered one of the most violent orgasms I think I've ever had. I don't remember struggling very much while she continued whipping my breasts, I just remember the sound of the whip, the pain in my breasts and my screaming. She had delivered eight slow lashes, five to my left breast and three to my right, before she brought herself to orgasm and collapsed into the chair in front of me. I think the weighted clamp on my clit was wasted at this point, I hardly noticed its tugging during the whipping, all my senses were centered on the impact of the tubing with my breasts. Having your breasts whipped with a small diameter plastic tube is something a woman will not easily forget, hardly any marks are left but the pain is tremendous. When Alex had recovered, she removed the clamp from my clit, the gag from my mouth and took me down off the stool. I was so weak and sore I could hardly walk. She helped me up the stairs and put me into a hot bath while she cleaned up downstairs and took a shower in the other bathroom. When she returned she dragged me out of the bath, helped me dry off then took me to bed. That was several days ago and I'm still sore from the ordeal she put me through. As I said before, I'm not much into inflicting pain on Alex but I'm considering giving her a taste of her own medicine. I'm still looking for a few good ideas but now I'm willing to consider things that are a little more sadistic than tickling although probably nothing too serious. Any good ideas out there?? Back to top
You are sitting at your desk working on a lazy Friday afternoon when your phone rings, "High", you hear me say, "Are you ready for an adventure?" Your heart skips a beat. Every 'adventure' that you have been invited on has been an experience beyond the ordinary and you are at once nervous and excited about what is about to happen. "Yes", you say in your little-girl voice. You can almost hear me smile at the other end of the phone. Prepare yourself and I'll pick you up at your apartment at 7pm. I hang up the phone and you are left, wondering at what you are preparing yourself for. You notice that you have become almost instantly wet and you squirm at the sensation. The minutes between the call and the end of the working day drag on for ages. As soon as work is over, you rush home. As soon as you arrive, you draw a hot bath and take off your clothes. You soak yourself luxuriously, making sure to wash yourself everywhere. You are so aroused by now that you are dying to masturbate but you know that it is strictly forbidden. You resist the temptation to play with yourself as your washcloth slides over your shaved pussy lips. You take a razor and carefully remove any trace of stubble on your sensitive pussy. It does not take too long and you are ready. You open your closet and select a pretty white dress. You do not put on either panties or bra as these garments are not permitted when you are preparing yourself. You do your hair and makeup and then you look at yourself in the mirror. The dress is not really see- through but it is flimsy enough that your dark brown nipples are definitely visible through the thin fabric. You are glad that your pussy is shaved as a dark haired pussy would also be instantly visible through the light sun dress. You sit down on the corner of the bed and wait patiently. The wait is not long before the doorbell rings. You meet me downstairs and before entering the car you raise your skirt to show that you are not wearing underwear. This simple act of submission is scary. You are nervous that someone might see you actually exposing yourself. You keep your skirt raised until I give you permission to lower it. By the time you are sitting in the car, you are flushed hot and wet. You are very curious about where we are going but you know better than to ask. The drive is not particularly long and when we arrive it is to the entrance to a huge home, a veritable mansion. We are greeted by a tall, dark butler who is very handsome. He leads us up the stairs, along a corridor and into a darkened room. The door shuts behind us, leaving just the two of us alone. "Take off your dress.", I say. You pull the dress over your head leaving you naked. I guide you over to a leather chair that looks a little like what you might expect at a hair-stylist. You sit in the chair and watch as I pull stirrups out of the arms and fit your feet into them. Straps attach your ankles to the metal stirrups and your feet are adjusted wide apart. Your hands are tied together and attached behind the head rest of the chair. Thin leather straps pull your knees even wider apart thus completely exposing you. You are now completely helpless. The chair is facing a curtained wall and you watch as I move over to the side of the room and lower the lights. The curtain moves to the side and you see that you are now looking at a large window into another room. It is a study of sorts, the walls covered in books. The decor is sparse but tasteful. Black leather chairs and sofas are off to one side and a large forbidding desk is off to the other. A man and a woman, both in their mid-30s, both extremely attractive are sitting on two of the leather chairs in the room. You realize that what you must be looking through is one-way glass. You are about to observe something that the participants will not know you are watching! Your pussy starts to get even wetter as your imagination begins to run wild. You do not have long to wait. The far door to the study opens and a young girl, perhaps 17 or 18 years old enters. She immediately presents herself in front of the older couple. She is wearing a pretty little black and white maids uniform on her petite body. She is blond, with short curly hair and her legs seem very long in the short uniform skirt. The sound from the room comes through a speaker in the wall. "Denise you have been very displeasing.", says the man. "I am sorry, Sir.", says the maid bowing her head. "I will try to do better." "No Denise, you are going to have to live with the consequences of your behavior.", says the older woman, "You are going to be punished for your poor performance." Denise's eyes open wide. "Oh please don't", she pleads, "Please....?" The pleading falls on deaf ears, however. The older woman stands up and comes over to the maid. "Turn around Denise.", she says. The maid slowly, hesitantly turns to face away from them. You imagine yourself in the room, what it would feel like to be facing away from this couple, not able to see what they will do to you next. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. The older woman reaches down and grasps the hem of the maids uniform. With one motion, she pulls it up over the head of the young girl and off of her. She is left now, only in her panties and bra. The brazier is next and the older woman quickly unhooks it and pulls it off. Now she grasps the waistband of the white cotton panties which are the last defense of the young maid. You can hear the teenager whimpering as the skimpy garment is slowly, gently slid down her long tanned legs. Now naked, Denise is instructed to clasp her hands on top of her head and keep them there. The older couple leaves her there for a couple of minutes letting the anticipation build. Yours is building also. Now the man stands up and takes Denise's hands and ties them behind her. Her right wrist is tied to her left elbow and her left wrist is tied to her right elbow. It is a position you know well. It leaves your breasts, pussy and ass completely exposed and helpless for whatever your master or mistress wish to do to you. Denise is now turned around and you see her front for the first time. She is beautiful. Her breasts are firm and trim but topped with very long brown nipples almost like your own. Her body is long and lean, like a gymnasts and her pussy is also shaved completely bare. You watch as the older woman approaches the maid holding a couple of nipple clips. As they are attached you feel me reach around to attach two clips to your own nipples. You and Denise moan with one voice as the metal clips fasten onto your sensitive breasts. Denise is now led over to a straight backed chair and the older woman pulls her over her knee. You know that the young submissive is in for a bare-bottomed spanking and you are very hot knowing that you will be able to see it. The woman is not in a hurry to begin the punishment, however. She orders the girl to spread her legs wide apart and you see her begin to caress the teenager from behind. You feel the chair beneath you begin to shift and you are startled by the movement. The seat under you slowly spreads apart into two halves. The now warm leather pulls your buttocks with it thus holding your anus and pussy completely open. You feel something cool and hard touch your ass and my hand moves beneath you to adjust it so it is touching the center of your anus. The hard, lubricated dildo slides slowly but relentlessly up into your bottom. You gasp at the sensation, you are, of course, helpless to do anything about it as the unyielding intruder slides further and further up into your body. You are breathing in short ragged breaths and your whole body is trembling by the time the anal dildo stops moving upward. You are fully impaled by it. Your ass is stretched uncomfortably wide and you are filled totally. You look ahead to see that Denise has suffered much the same fate. Her bottom now has the end of a plastic butt plug sticking from it. Her paddling is about to start and you watch as the leather covered paddle descends on her helpless white buttocks. The sharp crack of it sounds again and again as she is spanked. The anal dildo in your rear now start to move slowly in and out in long full strokes. You gasp at every insertion. Denise's bottom is red before she is allowed to stand and as she does so you see me move to in front of you again. I attach 2 clips to your pussy and you feel them pulling your pussy open to expose the pink interior. Denise is now being placed on her back on the large table in the room. Her nipple clips are being played with by the older man as the woman ties her with her knees wide apart. You feel a thick vibrator being slid into your soaking pussy as Denise suffers the same fate. Your moans and cries are almost identical to those coming from the other room as Denise's vibrator fills her up and then turns on. The humming in your own pussy is bringing you close to an orgasm and I quickly reach down to shut it off. "Not yet.", I whisper. You squirm in frustration, pulling at your bonds desperate to touch yourself. The dildo in your bottom continues to move and you push yourself down on it trying to get it deeper into you. The woman in the other room has now picked up a crop and is stroking the young slave's inner thighs with it. "Please no... Please don't whip my little pussy.", pleads the petite maid. The older woman just smiles. The first stroke of the crop on her pussy is quick and is quickly followed by several more. You watch as the crop strikes all over the sensitive flesh. You know exactly how she is feeling and you moan again in frustration as you feel your own juices trickling down your thighs. The crop is now aimed at Denise's sensitive anus and you see it strike at and around the butt plug there. Denise is straining at her bonds as the crop strikes. You know that vibrator or not you are soon going to come and just then the vibrator starts again. It moves swiftly in and out of you and you feel your toes curl as your feet pull against the stirrups. Denise cries out as her orgasm hits her. The sound of her cries sets you off and you cry out yourself as wave after wave of orgasm wracks your body. You pull at your bonds with the familiar feeling of helplessness as your hands pull into little fists and you squirm back and forth. You let yourself go totally into the orgasm, feeling your stomach and thighs spasm again and again. Finally the vibrator is removed and as though from far away, you feel the anal dildo slide out and my fingers remove the nipple and pussy clips from you. You are almost in a dream state as you feel me lean down until my lips are touching your ear. "Soon you will be punished together.", You hear me say and you drift off to sleep with a contented smile on your face knowing there is more to come. Back to top
I was still lying in bed, thinking about the day. I hate getting up, and I hated it even more on this day, because I had lots of boring stuff to do. But this was my fault, since I always push all the boring things I have to do up to the last limit, and this day was a day, where all came together. We had a great party at my house the day before, and my mind wasn't clear yet. The only thing I could do, to kill this day, was not to think. And that was the first what I did, so immediately after thinking 'not' to think, I stopped, and got up. After doing all the stuff you have to do before you can leave a house, I just sat down in a chair, to calm down. That because my brain always presented me the pictures of the day, the waiting in long long lines for example to get a new passport, the police politely telling me to drive more slowly (they got a photo of me, and want me to come for identification). I had to talk with the bank, so that I get more money from them and... The door bell rang. Who was that? What the heck, I'll open. It was the gasman, who wanted to get in to check, how much heat I had wasted. At first I didn't notice it, but he had a whip in his hand. How strange! I didn't dare to ask him, why he carried a whip with him, maybe because I wasn't fully awake at that time. When I gave my signature, he told me, that I am too slow, and it is time to get a punishment, and started without any question to beat me up with it. I jumped and screamed, and told him to leave. He said that I had enough of punishment, he will leave now, and that's what he did. Hell did it hurt, but at the same time, it felt quite good. First time this happened to me, maybe the day will be special. The next event happened in the elevator. This awful dead looking old woman, who never took her coat off, hopped in, on the 5th floor. But this time, all dressed up in leather, a belt made of handcuffs, heavy boots, high heels, and looked at me in a way, that I took my internal list of all safe-words I knew, just in case I'll need one. Well, she didn't do anything to me. In the taxi, I noticed there were no seat belts. The young lady (which also didn't look too normal, very short skirt, the rest of her body wrapped up in chains) told me, that I should not worry about them, and she was right, since immediately after I sat down, some mechanical hands came out of the seat, and pushed me firmly into it. What a grip! I couldn't move a bit. The same happened to my feet. The last thing she wanted me to say was to tell her the destination, then she gagged and blindfolded me. "I hate noisy customers, and I also hate them telling me, how to drive, so I have to do this to you, but I am sure, you understand." I didn't say anything, I just noticed, that the hands grabbed me stronger and stronger, the longer she drove, and they started moving. It still didn't hurt, but it wouldn't take long, and then it would. I started to struggle, but I believe, that she didn't even notice. Finally, she stopped, and took off the blindfold and the gag. "That makes..." and she started to look at the pressure of the arms still holding me "oh I just take what I deserve for it." She started to search my pockets, and took some money from me. A reasonable amount. It was fair. Then she pressed a button, I was released, and pushed me out of the car. I still had to recover. The pressure was unbearable at the end, and I was lying there on the street. A school class came by, and the little children just walked over me, as if I wouldn't be there. I was surprised, that their teacher didn't stop them. I turned around, and tried to get up. When the teacher came, he kicked me back to the ground, telling me, that he just wants his kids to have some fun. After that, I finally got some time to find back to myself, so I stood up, and walked into the place, where you get your passport. I expected a long line, but to my amazement, I was the only one, in the great hall. At least I believed it. A woman came, and told me, to follow her. She turned me around, and then I saw it: All waiting people chained to the wall! She guided me to a free spot, and put me in chains. She said, when the time comes, I will be freed, and then they'll serve me. Till then, I just have to wait. I began to get crazy. What happened to this world? The moment the cuffs made click around my wrist, I suddenly began to shake, and the light began to fade. The picture just ran away, and suddenly I was lying in my bed. What a dream! I got up, and made myself a coffee. I didn't feel as tired as in my dream, it still was just too real. Again after doing all the morning stuff, I sat down. Again the gasman came, but he was normal. Again this old lady joined me in the elevator, and she looked as ugly as ever. Life had me back again. Not for long. Someone asked me in front of a supermarket, to watch his dog, while he went shopping. I agreed. I was also surprised, that he cuffed his dog to a ring, made for that purpose. And I was even more surprised, that he cuffed me to another ring, beside the other one. People came along, and began to play with me, tease me. One woman tore my t-shirt off, another one tickled me. I was stunned. Suddenly I noticed a couple, approaching me, she had a very big whip, and he carried a large plastic dildo, with which he pointed at me, and both were really excited. The people working on me, just ran away. Maybe they knew this couple. I prayed for the release. They came closer and closer, and she already played with the whip, whipping some trees on her way, making branches fall to the floor. I imagined how my arms would fall off, just like these branches, and I sure was scared. The moment they were really close, maybe the last moment before the one, they would begin, the guy came back out of the store, told them to step aside, so that he can get his dog. "And me? What about me? " I asked. "Oh yes, I forgot, he said, thank you very much.". Then he left. I was again alone, still chained to this ring, with a strange couple in front of me, ready to eat me for dinner. The moment she started to whip me, the moment he started to open my pants to put this dildo in action, the moment I had this big and wonderful orgasm by all these strange events, everything again began to fade, the pain went away, and I wasn't scared any more. I was ready to wake up, one more time. But I didn't. Everything kept being black, emptiness around me, no temperature, no excitement, just plain NOTHING surrounded me. Now I knew, that I was dreamt by someone else. So please, whoever you are, please go back to sleep, so that I may live. Back to top
[Fade in.]
[Curtains open on Gregory, sitting on his trademark stool, on an otherwise blank stage.]
Yes, it's me again... gosh, it's been... well, too damn long
since I've been out here... but there's a reason for that. I just found out that
my funding from the NEA is being cut... apparently, someone from the Jessie
Helms camp snuck in here for the performance of Dragon love that I did some
months ago, and I'm just finding out about it now. So I've been out pounding the
pavement, looking for a way to beat the system... and yes, I have already
thought of using a flogger, thank you very much. [Gregory smiles] Anyhow, I've
also been keeping busy working on some more of my writing... whereas Dragon love
was pretty much entirely fantasy (I based it on a headspace that I put someone
in once...), this story is only half-fantasy... ok, well, the story as such is
not real, but it *can* be... So, without much further ado... enjoy! [Gregory
rises, and walks off stage right.] [Curtains close] [Fade to story] #12; The
party crowd is getting a little stifling, so I step out onto the patio for a
breath of fresh air. I look at my pocket watch, musing for a moment how much it
reminds me of the one that Jack the Ripper carried in that movie... and I note
that it is getting close to the time we had arranged. I slip back inside, and
weave my way through the crowd into the playroom, where I find an open stretch
of wall. I lean up against it, setting my toy bag down beside me. I open it, and
remove one of my lighter floggers. I close my eyes, examining the handle of the
cat by touch only, while the pair in the scene space close their scene with what
sounds like a two-by-four. *THUD* *THUD* *THUD*, and the bottom grunting, then
yelling, then screaming an almost unintelligible safe word. I open my eyes to
see the bottom taken down from the frame and wrapped in blankets, then moved to
a space on a couch. Somewhere in the house, a grandfather clock strikes the
hour. The time has come. You enter the room, nodding a silent greeting to a
small group of acquaintances by the doorway, then approach me. You stand before
me for a moment, then kneel, resting your head on my thigh. I use the handle of
my flogger to lift your chin, raising your eyes to meet mine. A raised eyebrow.
A nod. A smile. A shiver. You take my offered hand, and I help you stand. Hand
in hand, we approach the frame, and I lean you forward to rest your body against
it. I raise your hands, and slip them into the cuffs that were left attached to
the frame. I run my fingers down your arm, then across the bodice of your dress,
feeling you tremble as you wait for something... anything... more visceral to
occur. Out of the corner of your eye, you see me reach into my pocket and pull
out a flash of silver. As you close your eyes, you feel a sharp point pressing
into the side of your leg... then the sound of material tearing. You look down
to see the side seam of your skirt split about six inches up from the hem... and
me holding a seam ripper. You watch over your shoulder as I tear out the seams
holding the back panel of the dress, and toss the material aside, leaving your
ass and thighs nicely framed by the remaining material. I step back to admire
the tableau, then I remember the flogger that I was carrying. You watch as I
pick it up, giving the air around you a few strokes to warm up, then I step
behind you, out of your line of sight. Then silence... And more silence... one
minute... two... five... *SMACK* You feel my hand across your ass, and you jump
in surprise. *SMACK* again, and this time a quiet squeal escapes your lips.
*SMACK* a third time my hand falls, and this time you tense your ass muscles in
anticipation, before my hand lands. *swish CRACK* Half a dozen lines of fire
slash their way across your ass, *swish CRACK* across your thighs, *swish CRACK*
and crises-crossing your ass again. The third stroke managed to elicit the
scream I was looking for, so I stop there, and tuck my "emergency"
whip into my back pocket again. "That was for anticipating too much. Next
time it will be 10." You shudder, then look over your shoulder to meet my
eyes with yours. I flash a Roger Moore smile at you, then just as quickly, I
drop my smile, and my gaze hardens. I take out the seam ripper again, and start
removing the panel covering your back. This time, I am a bit less concerned with
being careful, and several times, you feel the point of the ripper scratching
angry red lines along your sides and shoulders. Eventually, your back is bared
along with your ass. I am inwardly pleased to note that you took my advice, and
decided against wearing a bra. I run my fingers across your shoulder blades,
enjoying the feel of you twitching like my hands were charged with electricity.
I pick up the flogger I was playing with originally, and slide the tails up over
your ass cheeks, then up your spine. I receive a shiver and a moan in response,
so naturally, I assume that I have chosen the proper instrument to use... I
start lazily swinging the tails at your ass, pretty much letting gravity do most
of the work for now... after a dozen or so swings, I quickly snap the tails at
your ass like a beach towel, hearing the CRACK of the leather on your skin, then
your squeal as the sting travels from your ass to your brain to your mouth. I
switch to a slightly heaver whip... one with more thud to it. Then I unleash it
on your naked back. The first few blows don't elicit much of a response, then I
aim a strong stroke downward along your spine... before it lands, my
consciousness begins walking the line between life space and headspace... [The
stroke seems to fall in slow motion as my arm sweeps downward, the tails flying
comet-like off the end of the flogger's handle. As leather makes contact with
flesh, I can hear each tail land, then watch the skin tinge with red, one
millimeter at a time, until a seven-inch strip of warm, pink skin forms...] I'm
yanked back into real-time by your rather loud confirmation that I indeed hit
you with the flogger: an interesting combination of grunt and yell. I like it so
much that I strike you again in the same fashion, but to one side of the first
blow. Then the other. Then up higher on your shoulder. Then across your ass.
Then down the sides of your thighs. Then under your armpits. Then down your
spine again to complete the circle... each blow giving me a satisfying
grunt/yell, and some squirming, which makes it easier to hit a larger number of
targets. I take a moment to approach you, and run my fingers across your pink
zebra flesh. I half-jokingly ask you if you're ready to begin now, and
somewhere, outside the sphere, I hear someone laugh. You don't answer me, so I
grab a handful of your hair and turn your head to make sure that you are still
in *some* plane of being, if not mine... your eyes are closed, but as I tighten
my grip on your hair, they open. Again, I ask you, in a whisper, if you are
ready to begin. You mouth a "yes", then close your eyes again... I
release you, then search in my toy bag for the one implement that you've not met
yet... in fact, you will be the first to feel it. I shake the tails out, and
drape them over your shoulder. You turn your head to feel the leather caressing
your cheek, and I chuckle inwardly when you jerk your head away from what you
find sliding over your skin: leather and knotted cords combined. I pull the
flogger away, and swing it hard through the air, listening to the tails
whistling. You start squealing... "Please please please please
*stop*!" I am a little surprised to hear this, especially since I had not
yet landed a blow with the flogger... still, you must have a reason for being so
vocal all of a sudden. "Yes? What is the problem?" "I... I can't
do it. I'm not ready yet... please don't... please, it's going to hurt... I'll
do anything, just don't..." "But you said that this is what you
wanted. You told me that you wanted me to hurt you... that you *needed* for me
to hurt you. Catharsis and all that... remember that conversation?" I crack
the whip against my leg for emphasis.
Stacy was then lead in front of Katrina, and the two were taken around the corner to a cell that had a strong solid iron door, with only a small rectangular opening near the base for food. Stacy began protesting wildly, as wildly as she could with her hands so tightly strung together, but both she and Katrina were pushed into the cell. Their eyes, already adjusted to dark, saw a dank cell with tile flooring and two steel beds with thin mattresses. The guards lay them each down on the bed and with a cord tied their legs. Stacy's legs were drawn up to her hands and tightly tied off. The cord around her neck was then tied, leaving little slack to the heavy iron railing of the bed she was hogtied onto. Katrina received much the same treatment, but Stacy noticed that the guard who tied her was somewhat careless and did not tie her neck cord to the bed. Stacy half-expected to be ungagged when the guard brushed away her hair and looked for the buckle tightly fastened behind her neck, but when he located it, he simply checked it to make sure that the strap was in its keeper, and then replaced her hair. Stacy groaned deeply in her throat. The guards turned to go, and as the exited the door, they took one last look at their prisoners. They turned, slammed the heavy steel door shut with a loud clang, and then slid a heavy metal bolt into place and placed a padlock on it, locking it into place. One rectangle of light remained, the tray hole, and within twenty seconds this was also slammed shut and locked. The girls, stunned with the hopelessness if the situation, began to weep. Less than an hour ago, they were enjoying dinner in the wilderness with a friend of Fernando, and now they were captured by unknown parties for unknown reasons and were extremely stringently bound and locked away. Even Stacy, who had before enjoyed a temporary indentured status which soon would return by contract, to freedom, was paralyzed with the uncontrolled nature of her situation. Her bondage now seemed far more foreboding and permanent than the contractual bonds that she had assumed for this voyage. Her back was arched by her hogtie, and with her tears, her nose became congested, making it necessary for her to breathe through the corners of her mouth around her ball-gag. Katrina wept quietly in the other cot near Stacy. They were left there for hours. The tears no longer flowed after a period of time, but the hopelessness remained. Their hog-ties were intractable. Prying fingers could loose no knots, and cramps in the back of the legs were the answer to struggle. Knotted to the bed-frame by her neck, Stacy did not dare move around too much, for she could see that falling off the bed could mean death for her. In the total darkness, sounds of weeping subsided, and sleep overtook the pair in spurts, with occasional waking to the pain of the bonds and the depression of this cruel imprisonment. After many hours their prison door opened with a clang. Stacy craned her neck to see who entered. It was Fernando, carrying a knife! "Ten prisa!", he whispered sharply to Katrina. He cut loose the rope from her ankles, rubbed her legs to her hands, and then cut her wrist and neck bonds. She quickly rubbed tortured wrists, and, stumbling a little, went to help him loose Stacy. She did not bother to remove her own ball-gag. They quickly knifed the thin cord around the legs of Stacy, and then they cut the cord from Stacy's neck to the bed frame very close to the bed, leaving them a handle by which to lead her. Her hands were not loosed. Stacy wondered about her disposition. Was this an escape attempt? She supposed that it was. Maybe they were leaving her bound because they did not want her to blow their escape, and maybe she was bound because she was still contracted for it. At any rate, she wished that she had been freed as Katrina had. She did not have a lot to say about it right now. As the two hustled her out of the dark cell, she saw a guard lying on the floor with blood flowing from his head, and she surmised that Fernando had prevailed over him. After several turns, they ran into another guard, and Fernando quickly dispatched him with his knife. Stacy's heart was racing with the danger, but she was dragged and pushed through a door to the outside. The jeep that they had arrived in was outside, and the key was in it. Fernando motioned that Katrina should put Stacy in the front seat, and as he ran around to he driver's seat, he threw her a length of rope. Fernando started the jeep as Katrina, still gagged herself, forcefully tied off Stacy's ankles, and moved into the backseat. Stacy looked into the backseat as Fernando drove wildly off, with no pursuit to see Katrina struggling with the strap on her ball gag, and having very little success. Fernando also looked back and asked, "Esta' cerrado con lave?" Katrina, bouncing back and forth in the backseat, nodded. Her ball gag had been locked on behind her neck! She leaned forward, and held the shoulders of Stacy so she would not fall out. They had made their escape. Back to top
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