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What I'd like for
Christmas...
A warm, tanned
Jenny lying in front of the Yuletide fire. Gift-wrapped in
leather and steel. Watching my every move with wide eyes, above
the foam that
fills her mouth. At the right time, I'll remove that foam, and
fill her
mouth another way, but not now. Firelight glints from heavy
steel
chains, locked to the padded cuffs on her wrists and ankles,
spread-eagling her
before me. The other ends of the chains are bolted to screw
sockets concealed
by the pile of the carpet. She moves and mumbles, trying to
speak through the
foam packing. Soon she'll be trying to scream, but it won't
come out any
louder.
This is no uncertain,
half-hearted game, like the other times. This
time, there are no simple clips she can undo, but locks, small,
strong brass
padlocks, securing the tan leather to her wrists and ankles.
I have the key.
This time, she can't spit out a makeshift, loose-fitting gag
and say "Stop!",
the heavy, purpose-built strap holds the smothering foam very
firmly in place.
This time, I've prepared correctly, and I'm "following
through".
Crackling flames
highlight the sheen of the oil on her body. For the last
half-hour, since I first secured her, she's turned and twisted
under my hands
as I smoothed in the scented oil. At first, she moved jerkily,
abruptly, in
a vain attempt to shield the secret recesses of her body from
my flowing hands.
Soon, she was turning sensuously, languidly, to meet my fingers,
trying to
hasten the moments of pleasure to come, trying to dictate the
pace. The chains
restrict her movements, frustrating her demands, holding her
at my whim.
Time enough, Jenny, later.
I stand between
her outstretched legs, savouring the play of the light on her
curling pubic hair, already moist with her own fluid, the dampness
betraying
her arousal. Your own body defeats you, Jenny. You struggle
and grumble, but
is it really freedom you want ? Your body revels in its captivity,
you tug on
the chains and thrill to their unforgiving grip, like the tireless
embrace of a
demanding lover. You tense your thigh muscles, try to move
your legs..... do
you want to shield your womanhood from my eyes and hands, or
do you seek to
thrust it toward me, craving for it to be filled ? Time enough,
Jenny, soon.
Her eyes never
leave mine for a second. They're wide, part fearing, part
wanting. I never "followed through", she once said.
You dared me, Jenny, and
here you are.... not a game any more, little lover. This is
real. What's in
your mind, as I kneel between your parted legs? Captivity ?
Helplessness ?
Fear ? We played before, you never placed yourself this much
in my power then.
Time for doubts, Jenny, now.
Suppose, after
all this time, I had lied ? What if I hurt you, now ? What if
I
gave you, not love, but pain ? What if I took you down the _other_
road to
orgasm, along which lies throbbing pain, perverting the mind
until the
hurt turns to pleasure and you come from pain alone ? What if,
from the
closet I produced, not more instruments of gentle torment, but
of pain,
of scorching, degrading, controlling pain ? Would you be able
to handle
your reactions, would you collapse before it, if I laced your
sweet
breasts with a whip ? If I scored that gaping wet nether mouth
of yours
with lashes ? Your struggling and tugging turns from sensuous
to desperate
as you recall, too late, that I never told you _all_ about that
other woman,
the one from whom I learned so much, many years before. I never
finished the
story, did I ? No time to turn back, Jenny, too late.
The cold sweat
of panic dries on your body as you bring my face back
into focus
and see, not pain or danger, but love, and mischief. I place
a pillow on the
floor between your thighs, and lay my head on it, bringing my
face level with
your pouting, wet lips. As my mouth closes softly over your
burgeoning
clitoris, and my fingers find my way inside you to massage that
precious spot
that turns you inside out, you feel the fire building, the tension,
the
pressure, the wanting. Suddenly, you're not just playing with
the chains,
you're trying to rip them from their rings, you're an animal,
you yell
and snarl into the gag, but the strength of the steel defeats
you, you can't
free your hands to grab my head and crush it down onto your clit,
you can't
free your legs either to thrust your vagina up into my face or
kick me away
to stop the teasing, you can't free your mouth to beg for me
to hurry, or to
stop........
Frustrating, isn't
it ? You're all mine, spread, helpless, naked,
wanton, and what do I do ? Do I rape you hard and fierce ?
Do I spend myself
in you and leave you sobbing and used ? No, I make you wait,
Jenny. I make
you take your time, make you feel the power building in you,
bring you
slowly to
the bigger and more shattering climax that comes with waiting
and control
Time to come, Jenny, the first time.
Writhe, Jenny,
as my chains hold you in fire-warmed steel embrace, as my hands
and tongue keep the liquid fire flowing in your belly. Scream,
Jenny, as my
gag stops your voice as surely as my lips would. Pant, swear,
plead, Jenny, toss your head from side to side, trying to tell
me
"Enough, no more...". I hear and understand your
muffled begging, Jenny.
I know what you're saying... but tonight we do this my way.
Sob, Jenny,
cry in pleasure and joy and needing and humiliation and anger
all at
once, as you try very hard to tell me to "Stop! Now... please,
don't,
no, ....I can't take, ...I don't like..." Yes, Jenny,
you can... and
you will.... You crane your head to look, wide-eyed, down your
sweating
and trembling body, trying to move away, to stop me somehow,
anyhow, as
I slip my wet finger deep into your anus, my thumb into your
vagina, and
roll them together. You always/never did/didn't want me to do
this,
Jenny.... now the decision isn't yours anymore, and the feeling
alone
lifts your taut body into the air, arching off the floor in surpise
and
sensation. Blush, Jenny as the firelight blurs in your tear-filled
eyes, flush
crimson with shame for the way your body betrays you and craves
the
forbidden.
Open those eyes wide, very wide, Jenny, let me see those big
brown pleading,
loving eyes as I slide forward and put my erection where my mouth
and
hands have kept you so pleasantly occupied up to now. Moan for
me Jenny, as I
slip myself into you and feel those muscles bunching and twisting,
feel your
vagina quivering in the second climax. Time to cry, Jenny, for
pleasure.
Pant, Jenny, let
me see those gorgeous breasts which I love so much,
heaving as
you gasp for air, sucking huge breaths in through your nose as
I drive as deep
as I can into your womb. Beg, Jenny, beg for it to stop, never
to stop,
always
to go on as my cock reaches deeper into your hot, fluid wetness
than ever
beforeand fills you with my exploding semen. Fight, Jenny, fight
the waves of
red and black as you struggle not to pass out on the third climax.
Time to
surrender, Jenny, to me.
Suck, Jenny, great
sobbing lungfuls of air when I remove the foam strapped in
your mouth. Run your tongue around trembling, dry lips. Now
suck again, as I
fill your mouth once more, this time with me. Lick, Jenny, taste
my come and
your juices mingled on the flesh growing hard again in your mouth.
Scream,
Jenny, scream onto my cock as I bend and take your clitoris into
my mouth,
sucking, biting, twisting, licking. Swallow, Jenny, taste
my come in your
mouth, know that I have _made_ you do what you wanted to anyway,
but had
to be forced to. Time to come together, Jenny, you in me and
me in you.
Worry, Jenny, think
about the hours ahead of you, deep into this holiday
night, think of the sweet torments and forbidden heights and
depths to which
I'm going to take you. Picture the carol-singers in the snow-filled
street outside, their frost-clear voices supplying a sweet backing
to
your own,
much sweeter moans and screams. Imagine the lands of delight
we have yet to
visit, me leading you by the bound hands. You're mine, Jenny,
every cell of
your body is mine..... just as I'm yours.
Merry Christmas,
Jenny. |