Extreme - no ameteurs

[angie girl]

OK? Don't play this if you are faint hearted or don't know a thing about the genre.

Want Ad - Wanted - Young, white, attractive fem...willing for blind meeting in motel with male or males for extreme bondage, titty torture...18 or over, but no cry babies...Room 101, Sunset Courts Motel, 8:00 pm Saturday...

Jill reads this in her local trash journal...she is young 20's, dark haired, five two and petite but with full 34C breasts...with all the trepidation in the world she cuts out the add...and drives off to the motel...

 

[New Master]

Ron

I paid the fuck. 500 bucks for the end room in the last strip of rooms; 500 more to keep from renting the adjacent room. Then to make sure understood that my solitude included him, I put the 45 to his head.

He wasn't stupid and . . . he wasn't brave.

As I entered 101 I surveyed my new domain. Plenty of room, single bed, a small desk with a wooden chair. Perfect.
Opening the nylon bag, I began removing the stuff: 8 eye hooks, a small drill, 50 ft of stong nylon cord, the bag from the hardware store, half a dozen candles

I looked back in the bag. There was more there but I'd get to it.

I stood on the bed and drill a samll hole into the ceiling. I almost fucking drilled my hand, my mind . . . my fucking mind was on other things.

She'd come, I was sure of it. Always had. Always would.
No long now my pet, not long.

I screwed in the first eye hook losing myself in reverie.

 

[angie girl]

Jill (as herself)

I was sure it was totally stupid how long and with what care I had taken to dress and get ready. Like this was some date. A first date. Ha! like this guy or guys were really gonna care in the least how you look Jill. God knows what they might care about, based on that awful personal add, but I could bet it was not my outfit.

Still I took nearly two hours to prepare. A shower, washing my rich dark hair, drying and brushing it. Letting it splay around my face and fall naturally to my shoulders. Clipping a dozen split ends. I loved my full mane and the way it framed my cute but not really pretty face. The streak of russet down one side gave me an exotic look. Well, I hoped it did. Otherwise I looked like a normal cutsie midwestern girl.

I took out the matching angel bra and panties I had bought at Victoria's Secret earlier today. Slipped on the soft and nearly sheer green lingerie that pushed my already firm C cup breasts up dramatically. The bikinis were sheer enough to show a hint of the small, carefully trimmed patch of my pussy fur. I liked the look.

Makeup, just a touch on my eyelashes, a dusting of blush and peach lip gloss. Natural but still attractive. I hope I hope. Attractive to who Jill? Some gang of guys or who knows what at some cheap motel? But I couldn't stop my preparations. They seemed to steal my nerves.

Half way down the highway I almost turned around. Not to back out but to change my dress. Afraid the pastel floral slip dress was too short and too sleek. Accenting my boobs and narrow waist too much? And so short it barely skimmed my butt. Maybe a sweater and skirt? But I kept going. Jeez Jill, not like this was some actual first date to the country club or whatever! I didn't even know who would be there. Or what if another girl showed up? I hadn't thought about that. My gawd it was just a blind ad. Anybody and their dog could show up! Well forget I even mentioned that dog thing! But what if another, prettier girl answered? They might just turn me away.

A million things raced through my mind as the bright yellow Sunset Courts Motel sign appeared down the narrow lonely highway. My car racing ahead as if it was driven by someone else.

 

[SteamyChik]

OOC

poof

[Edited by SteamyChik on 02-28-2001 at 03:06 PM]

 

[New Master]

I was almost done and I was growing more and more agitated as I neared the end of my preparations. "Stop it!" I thought to myself. I'd been stroking my dick without even knowing I was doing it.

"Why did they come?" I asked myself again for the 100th time. Pain. It's the pain; it turns us both on. And the losing control. Offering themselves up. Yet it works both ways, like cops and robbers. The cop has to be part robber to understand. And I knew I was offering part of myself up too. Though the minute this crossed my mind, I pushed it away.

I surveyed the room. The eye hooks were set in the ceiling and wall. The candles lit around the room. "It would be dusk soon," I thought "and the candles would be a nice affect."

I plugged the tiny generator into the wall to test the electricity. All good. Then I checked the outside. No cars in sight. The money and the threats had done the trick. At least for the time being. Who knew when that "fuck" at the front desk might show up I thought glancing at the 45.

I moved the wooden chair to the middle of the room, took the brown hardware store bag out and laid it on the desk, shoving the nylon bag under the bed.

I was ready.

Now all I could do was wait.

I took an apple from the in-room refrigerator and took a bite. I loved fruit and had bought a bunch before I'd arrived. These things could take awhile and I needed to keep my energy levels up.

I checked myself in the mirror perusing the entire length of my 6'2" body, tucking my oxford shirt back into my pants and brushing my short black hair back into place. I looked good, muscles hidden by the broad cut of the shirt, dick once again under control.

I sat down in the chair and waited, staring fixedly at the door, mentally preparing myself as I had in Nam. It was time.

 

[SteamyChik]

OOC

poof

[Edited by SteamyChik on 02-28-2001 at 03:05 PM]

 

[angie girl]

OOC: Maybe a little housekeeping? The Ron character is great. I think whether he is 'played' by one person or more should maybe be left up to New Master since he created him? But I did not intend this to be just a one guy thread. So if someone wants to join in as another guy or maybe as 'the fuck' at the desk that is cool.

I'll post something soon.

 

[SteamyChik]

OOC:

Okee.

 

[New Master]

OOC: I'm good with that. SteamyChic, please feel free but . . . let's do her together. Oh and by the way, who ever said anyone was going to get fucked . . . at the desk or otherwise.

 

[angie girl]

OOC: Yes poof or whatever. Join if you are in the spirit only.

IC: I almost peed my panties as my car hit the gravel parking lot. Pant pant. Take a big breath Jill. Bright yellow sign and a dark narrow road. Not much help out here is there? I even leff my cell at home.

My slim legs reach out and my four inch heels hit the rough gravel. Standing up. Hard to walk in the gravel. Room 101? was that what the ad had said?

Oh shit. I almost doubled over and puked in the parking lot. Jill, Jill...big breath. Time to take a number or take a hike.

Room 101. Knock knock. Was that the sound of my heart or my knuckles on the door. Knock knock.

 

[New Master]

Like I said, there's always someone . . . and they always come.

I took a deep breath when I heard the knock. You know I'm used to sitting for hours, completely still, not moving a muscle. Deer hunting taught me how to enjoy solitude before Nam . . .and again after. Fuck the Deerhunter, even after the Mekong I could still hunt deer.

But the first knock always made the hairs on my neck stand up on end.

I steeled myself. "It's open, come in."

The door opened a crack, and then a bit more. And slowly like a strobe light was going off in the room and exaggerating every movement, a young, very young girl walked in the door.

She was pretty but not gorgeous. Much like the others.
And she was young, almost too young. But she had tits, great tits and she'd obviously spent a bunch of time getting ready. She looked like a nice kid from the midwest trying hard not to be. And unless I missed my bet, she was way in over her head.

"If you don't know why you're here, get the fuck out." I said in my most surly tone. The tug of aggression and control were growing stronger and I fought them a bit to give her a chance to get out. At her age man, she . . .
but I didn't complete the thought. Her tits . . . were . . . great. And she wasn't moving.

"Shut the fucking door if you're staying." I said and turned my back on her.

 

[angie girl]

Jill in Wrong Place?

Oh gawd this was gonna be bad, Jill. All I could see through the crack of the metal door was the figure of a large man sitting very still.

"It's open, come in."

I didn't want to go in. I wanted to bolt like a bunny rabbit. But he hadn't made it sound like an invitation, it sounded like an order.

I...I...maybe I'm in the wrong place?

I think I said that out loud didn't I? But I pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit room. The door safely open behind me. But what had I done with my car keys? and that list of 'rules' I had rehearsed and intended to deliver was gone outa my dumbo head. All I could see were his stealy glinting eyes, meeting mine, then flicking down over my body for a split second till they returned fixed on my own warm wet eyes. Oh Jill why did you wear this dress!

I could feel the press of my jutting nipples under the soft cups of my bra. Like bullets through the almost sheer silk dress. I think I am nervously tugging my hem down in the back. The breeze from outsaide lifting my skirt as it swirled into the room.

Shut the fucking door if you're staying, his voice says and he seems to turn, his eyes gone. Another one will juss come along if you're gonna jack rabbit on me, he adds. Not mean, not a threat, just saying it. Long pause.

The click the steel door makes when it closes is the loudest thing I have ever heard in my life.

 

[New Master]

OOC: Angie, this my last post until next Tuesday; I'm out of town.

"Sit down," I said, my back still toward her. "And tell me why you're here."

She walked slowly toward the chair and sat, facing the door, her back toward me. I wanted her to take in the room slowly. She needed to be thinking about the eyehooks.

Pivoting on my heal, I turned to face her back. She was tumbling over her words, nervousness apparant in her voice as I approached her.

I reached out my hand to stroke her hair, startling her momentarily. My left hand moved to her sholder and I ran my fingers down the front of her dress to her tit, carrassing it through the fabric. I could feel the sheer bra she was wearing and her nipple rose to attention. I grabbed it roughly between my fingers and twisted it hard.

She gasped. "Don't stop talking." I said. "I want to know all about you."

From my back pocket, I removed the stiletto and pressed the switch. The blade jumped from it's enclosure as I moved it toward her neck. Slidding it around her head, I toucked it in one motion into the top of her dress. The razor sharp edge cut the dress like butter, sliding down between her breasts to reveal a sheer green translucent bra.

 

[angie girl]

It was dim but not dark in the room. Candles. My thoughts now coming in bursts not sentences. Click, the sound of the door. Locked. Click, I think I dropped my keys on the floor.

"And tell me why you're here."

I could smell him. No cologne or whatever. Soap. I think noxema shaving cream. And sweat. Not fear sweat. The smell of male sweat under the covers.

You smell good.

Oh my god did I say that? out loud? Please say I didn't?

Ouuuuuuuuuch! Gawd I jump twist and try to stand. How...how...did he get his hand on my tit so fast? nipple twisting, making it hurt, him can tell how hard my nippy is. I can't stand. I am not even sure where i am sitting but I can't stand. His fingers enjoy the hardening nub of my young titty. I jerk. Then realize, feel, no, sense for the first time the total strength and power. Power strength hard male fingers. No please, no thank you. Just twisting my titty till I cried.

"I want to know all about you."

The fingers easing just enough to let me gasp a breath.

Can't can't...why can't we just do what I came for and let me go? my voice sobbing.

I hear him sigh. And Click I hear a noise, and snip I feel my dress cut and slip. I sit with my silk dress in my lap and my aroused tits straining on my little bra.

Don't work that way sweetie, his steal amused voice says, it's not that easy, so if ya don't like it, lemme buy ya a cheeseburger, kick you ass out and I'll play with the next one that shows up. Another one always shows up.

His fingers dug in. My tits swelling to his touch.

So either eat your burger, or talk to me.

Still not mean, not desperate, just saying it.

A long pause....

My name is Jill, I have never done anything like this, I am just a community college girl, and...and...well, do I haffta tell everything?

His face smelling of noxema in my ear.

Talk to me Jill...

OOC: TUESDAY! I'll shoot myself by Tuesday! sigh.

 

[New Master]

"Talk, Jill," I said as I slowly released her nipple. Her dress had puddled in her lap and she was very nervous and very excited. Her nipples through the sheer bra, even the one I had roughed up a bit, were still erect.

I smiled to myself as I turned toward the desk. I knew then she'd stay.

Setting the stilletto aside, I reached into the small brown bag for the handcuffs I'd brought, only half listening to her talk about her school. Like other newbees, she was missing the point.

"No Jill . . . I don't give a shit about your college," I said interupting her. "What do you think about when you masterbate?"

She stopped for a moment, thinking. I could almost see the wheels turning.

Still standing behind her, I reached for her hands which were demurely folded in her lap, taking one wrist, then the other and securing them behind her with the handcuffs. She didn't protest and I could smell her hair and her arrousal, a thick musky smell rising from her thighs.

I reached again for her nipple as she started to speak. Slowly and gently I rubbed one tit and then the other through her bra til both nipples were hard again. Then I stopped.

For a moment, there was silence. I reached for the coil of rope underneath the desk and she began to talk. . . "I don't know . . .," she said, "I mean I think about a lot of thinks when I . . . I . . ."

I looped one end of the rope into the chains between the cuffs and secured it with double half-hitches.

"No Jill," I said, "What do you think about when you cum?"

 

[angie girl]

Secret

When? when I?

All I could do was stammer. What was he doing back there? I heard the sound of stuff being dragged around or whatever. And why had I juss sat here when he put those handcuff thingies on me? He hadn't even forced them on me. Just took one wrist at a time, behind me, and fastened them. I could have run then.

I don't like to cum! I blurted it out and blushed. I try not to cum!

And why is that little one, he says calmly like this was no big deal.

[OOC: Angie smiles at your return.]

I like to think about my boyfriend, about a nice cruise, about the time we had dinner at a ski lodge. Ya know? Romantic and sexy stuff. Him being all taking care of me, kissing, how he felt, stuff girls like.

I was starting to blubber again, like a baby, I was starting to get pissed at myself. What the hell was I doing here and how was I gonna get out?

But none a that makes me cum, ever! I said with a sob, never! only, only bad stuff. I think up the wrong wrong kinda stuff and then...and then...then I wet my cunt and scream!

Really sobbing now. My head pitched forward, my hands straining against the back of this stupid bad hard chair. Realizing I could stand up. He hadn't even tied me to the bad chair. But I sat there and softly cried. My gawd had I said the word cunt to him? I had just toll a total stranger, a man I had no idea about, told him something I have never told anyone in my life.

 

[New Master]

"Stand up," I said, taking the other end of the fifteen foot coil. "And kneel on the floor."

As she stood slowly, her dress fell away to the floor revealing sexy panties. "Victoria's Secret?" Nice touch. But quite unnecessary.

Jill knelt and I stood on the chair, looping the end of the rope through one of the eye hooks in the ceiling. Then, I stepped down, puuling the rope through until it began to raise her hands behind her back. She gave aquestioning cry but didn't rise. Holding the rope in one hand, I moved the chair in front of her. Her eyes looked up at me for the first time as I sat down in front of her.

Slowly I pulled down the zipper to my pants and removed my throbbing cock. Then grabbing her hair at the back of her head, I roughly forced her face toward my stiff dick.

"Take it, Jill." I said as I pulled on the rope a bit more.

 

[angie girl]

Tug the Rope

He made fun of my underpants. And I had tried so hard to please. Made me mad and thinking I will just get outa here. Then some rope, some ceiling nonsense and me on my knees and then the pain. Arms up high in back.

My arms don't go that way! I gasped in a whine. Tighter till the burn was in my shoulders. Hard. It hurt. Really.

Stand up and kneel you cunt.

I am sure I didn't him him right. How could I stand up and kneel too? Confused. And maybe I was the one who said cunt? Jerked and I went down and he was sitting in the bad hard chair. He said sumpin but I didn't hear, just felt that burn in my muscles of my back.

No higher no higher please oh aaauuughh, I gasped.

He might have kept talking, I think I saw his lips move. But I know I was seeing his pants open and I knew that was his dick, it was red and fat, and way bigger than my boyfriends.



I know you won't kiss it now Jill, a voice said, but I hope maybe someday you might.

Did Man say this? In my mind he became Man. No, that was my boyfriend. Fred had said that. We had agreed I would try to kiss and lick his man thing when I began to feel comfortable with him. Maybe, only maybe, I had toll him.

I saw Man tug the rope. My face went down and my hands up. Somehow I must be attached to that rope?

Suck it you Jill bitch, he said. Or did he say that?

Whatever, it was there and just inches from my face. I stared at a red fat penis, the hole at the tip looked so big I could put a finger in it, or a tongue. Big white drop oozing out and I think he told me to lick it.

Lick it you cunt. No, he didn't say that, who was saying these things.

My arms screamed in pain and I licked it and it was salty and snotty and then I opened my mouth.

OOC: I will post again before you do, if that works, or you go ahead and take it. And email me if I am doing this badly. Don't embarrass me with a critique in public! Laughing.

 

[angie girl]

Jill...the Voice

I was trying to remember that one porno story I read where a girl described how she did…did…a blow job. How did she do this? I thought she said the cum was sweet? Ugh, that sure wasn’t sweet. And why did I care? Why did I want to do a good job?

It must have been the rope pulling my arms up in back. If I sucked real real good he might let them down?

Whoa this thing is hot. The fat billiard ball pushing on my lips, opening my mouth, pressing in. Wishing I had clenched my teeth but too late, cause now he had it in there and I was helpless. Sure as stuff wasn’t gonna bite or anything, cause I remember that sharp blade cutting my bra off. What was I gonna do?

Gonna suck a dick Jill…your lips around it like a whore!…and is about time too, a voice said from in my head. Where did that come from? Come on little girl, the voice went on, you want it this way or you want that noodle your husband has?

His hand had my dark hair hard.

That’s it girlie, he snears but still so in control, this is the fun part for you. Do it good and you might get a lot more a it tonight. But not till after we do the hard part. Thaz why you came here tonight isn’t it? for the hard part?

I think he laughed but maybe not. He did stuff his dick hard and deep in my mouth, that part I was sure of. It’s so hot, I mean it’s big…way too big to belong where he is putting it, but more than anything its just hot! Like scalding my tongue. Maybe he had a fever? I felt him push my head forward, till that fat knob part bumped up against the back a my throat. Way back. Donn gag Jill…donn gag…knowing that would probably mean the rope would go up, and my arms with it. I tried to lick on it and maybe I remembered to even suck. I think that’s what the girl in that story did. Face Fucked, that was the name a the story. That’s what I was now. I was sucking on a dick, had a man’s penis in my mouth, a man who’s face I had barely seen and name I didn’t know. Like a street whore. Then that voice again, from inside.

Bad girls suck dick Jill, it said, and bad girls have to do the hard part…the part you’re here for.

He was so slow and almost gentle. Except for the jerking my arms up of course. Just easing it in and kinda out and back in. Not like all ram ram ram like I imagined. I got the feeling he could do this as long as he wanted, all in control, not ‘lose it’ the way hubby did so often before things even got fun. Course hubby didn’t tie me to the ceiling, which was not fun, right?

Suddenly it was gone. Huh? Wha? I think I gasped out loud.

Gotta get a drink sweetie, his voice, this might take a while.

 

[New Master]

I slowly withdrew my dick from her mouth, rubbing the tip against her lips briefly. She was new to this whole thing of sucking dick, that much was obvious.

"Stand up you little bitch," I said as I rose from the chair. I took the rope behind her and yanked her arms high into the air so that she was standing slightly hunched over.. SHe cried out in pain as her arms moved high behind her back. I secured the rope to the leg of the nearest bed and walked toward the small room refrigerator, stuffing my now flacid dick back in my pants. Taking a cold beer from the fridge I opened it and took a long pull. The beer tasted great, the alcohol easing my nerves.

Then I grabbed the small paper bag from the desk and emptied it's contents. A small spool of nylon rope, a dozen closepins, two alligator clips, a pair of needlenose pliers.

"Jill," I said soothingly, "It's time."

"You're going to like this, I know. You're such a little bitch, such a bad little bitch. You need to be punsihed for those thoughts you have, punished hard first so that you can let yourself go in the end."

"And you will let youself go. You'll cum, in buckets. And you'll beg for more." You see tonight, you're my little slave, you whore. And you're gonna get what you deserve."

I took my stilletto, the rope and the clothespins and returned to my seat in front of her. Setting the rope and clothes pins on the floor, I reached up and felt her pussy through her panties. "Open your fucking legs, you cunt," I said, softly and calmly. She did as she was told, a whimper.

Sliding my hands along her slit, back and forth. "You're wet, Jill. Bad girls get wet and bad girls need to be punished," I said as I eased the stiletto into the leg opening of her panties and cut them away. I removed her bra the same way and tossed what was left of her underwear across the room.

She was totally naked now. Her head hung down, a sad look on her face, her eyes closed. I grabbed her checks roughly and her eyes opened rapidly, fear replacing sadness.

"Jill, if you scream, it will be worse, much worse," I said brandishing the stiletto in front of her face. A short woosh and the stiletto went back into it's sheath.

"Shall we?" I said as I picked up the spool of nylon rope.

 

[angie girl]

Jill - Wait! Wait!

It was almost more painful to be standing than to kneel. I couldn't hold back a cry of pain. The muscles between my shoulder blades were burning! My round titties about to fall out of my bra cups. That would be embarrassing. Man said something but I wasn't all that focused yet. He had taken his cock away. I don't think he had finished? I would have noticed right? I was hoping I hadn't made him mad because was pretty sure that would be a bad thing for me.

Now he's back and oh the beer looks good. I donn really drink but I think I could make an exception right now. But he ain't offering. He shows me that silver knife again and my eyes must have gotten big as saucers. Felt his hands down there and then my panties gone. Then cutting my bra straps. My underwear tossed in the dusty corner. That bra and panty cost like $29.95! Wow that could make me pout.

But I couldn't think about that much longer.

"…it will be worse, much worse," I hear him say smiling and squeezing my jaws with his big hand, "Shall we?"

Buff buff waif, I try to say as he squeezes hard and then eases up a little, how baa wiff it be? will I get potty breaks? I…I…read in that horrible newspaper that girls should get saff words? Do I get one a those things? Do I haffta be naked? I am cold. Will I be home by midnight? My husband will be looking for me, he donn know where I went eben.

My eyes are watering and it is so hard to get the words out. My breathing so scared and shallow.

And now he doesn’t look happy. At all. Dumb Jill Dumb Jill.

 

[New Master]

Now . . .

Sitting there I can see the fear on he face. She can barely talk. Slowly I begin to squeeze her tits, kneading them, gently pulling on the nipples. They harden under my touch.

I take the spool of rope and begin to unwind it, wrapping on end around her back and slowly beginning to wrap her breasts in figure eights, first one breast, then the other, pulling tight until both are bound as close to her chest as possible. Her nipples are erect.

"Now my pet, how's that?" "Not too tight I hope." I grin wickedly and she begins to mutter, "No ... no.. ."

"Now, now, Jill." "The pain is just the beginning."

Taking a clothespin from the floor, I pull her reddening left tit a bit and slowly clamp the clothespin on the side of her tit. "Oooow she cries; no, please don't, please . . ."
"It hurts"

Of course it does, pet." "Of course it does."

My right hand snakes down to her pussy and I slowly massage her pussy lips. Her wetness spreads on my fingers.

"But you're wet, you bad girl. Very wet."

"Can you feel yourself?" I take her pussy lips between my thumb and forefinger squeezing them gently and then insert my middle finger into her. She's dripping now. Using my thumb, I rub her clit, slowly applying pressure along it's ridge, not directly but indirectly. Rubing slowly then with more pressure a bit harder, back and forth, back and forth.

"Tell me Jill, what do you want?" Her tits are red now and I attach another clothespin to her right tit.

"You've got to know what you want, don't you Jill?

 

[angie girl]

Jill - What She Wants

OOC: Don’t go here if you just ate lunch. LOL.

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IC:…first one breast, then the other, pulling tight until both are bound as close to her chest as possible…

I didn’t see the rope coming, suddenly around my back, and his hands squeezing my breasts hard, he can’t do that can’t do that!

No! Wait…stop that, I am whining more than shouting, you can’t do that! My titties don’t go that way!

But him just smiling and still wrapping that awful rope. White smooth thin rope. Wrapping my big titties tighter with each loop. Hard up against my chest. I looked down in amazement as I saw the ropes squeeze tighter, too tight, but it wasn’t really pain, just pressure, a lot of pressure. Seeing my big red nipples start to distend and swell. Still I whine at him.

"Now, now, Jill." "The pain is just the beginning."

Then the clothespins started. And that hurt, really hurt and maybe I jerked and screamed, but my arms were back and up and he easily held me. Wide eyed I couldn’t believe I just had to stare and see that thing bite into my tit flesh! And the pressure was turning to pain, my tits starting to throb and ache, each beat of my heart and my nipples engorged more and more. I would never have believed they could have gotten that big without popping?

"But you're wet, you bad girl. Very wet."

His fingers down there, yes, I was, I was dripping. I hadn’t realized it. His fingers not all weak and tentative like my hubby, but strong and damn!

Ouch that hurt! I bark at him as his fingers grab and pinch my right pussy mound, just digging flesh and feeling my wetness. That really hurts! I say again. But I am also feeling a fascination, staring at my ballooning tits and the biting jaws of the clothespin, feeling him carelessly probe my soft puss. I feel like I am starting to drift, to hover, to watch. Sure it hurts, like hell if I may use a bad word, but still. Some kinda rush is making me feel giddy.

"You've got to know what you want, don't you Jill?

His eyes steady and taunting. My eyes watering and lips teembling, thinking I could not even answer my body was so racked. But the suddenly the words just spilled out like I had rehearsed them, or had I?

That’s what I came here to find out, I am saying, to have things done I know I could never bear or dream of, worse than I ever thought it would be, and to know it can’t stop till it’s over! I wanna know you’ll do it no matter what!

Now his eyes showed some interest. And I gasped hard as he jerked the rope tighter around my tit.

 

[New Master]

Back and forth across her clit, I moved my fingers, alternately rubbing and pinching the folds of her pussy., then stopping to continue on her tits. I pulled the rope tighter around her tits, tying the end off, the way I'd learned in Nam. And then I picked up a handful of clothespins, pulling her tits gently and securing one after the other around her nipples until there were 12, six on each tit.

"So you want to know how far this can go? Well, Jill, don't you worry, it can go on and on, and . . ." I let my voice trail off to silence.

"Don't go anywhere," I said as I rose from the chair.

Standing, I rose walked to the table. I took another coil of rope and then walked to the bed, pulling my larger duffle bag out from underneath. I took a long, thin wooden dow from the bag, along with the wires and the control unit for the generator.

Walking back toward her, Jill looked up at me and into my eyes. She was scared and excited and coming slowly under my control.

Swiftly, I took the wooden dow and in one motion I swatted her left breast hard, right on top. Then, I swatted the other one. Then the first again. Jill started to rise, but I grabbed the back of her hair and forced her down again.

"Don't move unless I tell you," I growled. Her arms were still high behind her back but she sat back down, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

I put the tip of the dow against her right nipple, tapping it gently but firmly.

"In a minute, I want you to get up and move toward the bed but first," I said, gently tapping the clothes pins. "But first, I'm going to teach you how to suck dick the right way."

"If you do it right, then things will go easier. If you fuck up," I said sitting again and opening the zipper to my pants, "well . . . you don't want that, I promise you, Jill."

"Now, let's see if you can be a good girl."

I unbuckled my belt and removed it from my pants. then opening my pants, I removed my expanding cock and held it before her eyes.

"Shall we try again?" I brought the dow down against her tits hard.

 

[angie girl]

OOC: Tomorrow morning. Will continue. Like the pics New Master?