Message-ID: <1342eli$9706091252@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: jvstin@aol.com (Jvstin) Subject: Jvstin Story: The Bondage Subject's Tale II: Senses The Bondage Subject's Tale II: Senses A story by Jvstin Direct all feedback to jvstin@admin.con2.com Freely distributable as long as credit is given -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- The blindfold went over my eyes, and my vision was plunged into utter darkness. It was not exactly your typical visit to someone's house, I thought, as I felt large bulky headphones cover my ears--the kind that block out hearing things even without loud music. 'My name is Robert, and I am a sub' I thought jokingly to myself, in mental imitation of an a.a. meeting. Except my addiction, if you want to use that term, was to the presence of Madeline. I had visited her house for the first time a few weeks earlier, having met in real life and, to borrow the phrase, liked each other's smell enough for me to visit. She had, on that occassion, tied me up in a literal way. Since then, I had visited her house a couple of times more, learning about her style of sexplay. Madeline is, as you might infer, a dominatrix, of a sort more inclined to submission than pain. She highly enjoyed tying me up that first time, and the second time I visited her house featured my introductions into other fetishes of hers. I had learned how to kneel at her feet, and worship her toes with my mouth, amongst other things. Now, I was kneeling on her bed, blindfolded, hands tied behind my back, and she had just slipped on these headphones. "Sensory control, Robert" she had told me, before ordering me to her bedroom for this scene, "can be highly arousing." Then again, she was aroused by the submission of her pet, as she often termed me. I had, apparently, blossomed well under her care, as it was, and I had enjoyed every moment of it...even when she decided to give me a spanking the last time I came here because I was late. My ears began to hear music, at a languid level. I recognized it as one of her favorites, Enigma. Mood music, I thought, since she had employed it on the main speakers of her stereo a couple of times I have been here. Now, it was the only thing I could hear. And that thought excited me, and made me delve further into what she had patiently described as subspace. She had control of my major two senses...I could not see, and I could not hear save what she desired. Hands tied behind my back, kneeling on my bed, I had no idea what she could, would or might do next. I had only my thoughts, and they focused on my captoress, my hostess. Wondering what she was doing...wondering when she would return. And most importantly, what she would do when she did return. With my sense of sight and sound so handicapped, It was completely unexpected when I felt a thin object touch my lips. I figured what to do with it...I kissed it, and the taste seemed to indicate to me that it was her riding crop. I did not have long to wonder what it was, since it was soon removed from the vicinity of my mouth. A few seconds later, a sting on my ass told me that it, indeed, was the crop. The horror and deliciously inventive set up that this was, I couldn't know where it might hit next, since I could neither hear or see it coming. The Enigma played in my headphones remorselessly as the crop stung me on the ass, on my thighs, and even on my lower back. After the second, I realized what Madeline was expecting out of me. I began thanking her. "'Thank you ma'am" *whak* "Thank you ma'am" *whak* "Thank you ma'am" *whak* This hit and response continued for a couple of minutes. and I began to moan from the pleasure...it being a decidedly erotic experience, to be tied up and spanked in this way. And then, just as suddenly as it began, Madeline stopped. I did not have long to wonder what was coming next, as I suddenly felt lips...her lips...pressed to mine, trying to pry them apart with biting and pushing her tongue. Not exactly having a choice in the matter, I opened my mouth to her. I felt her tongue begin to probe and stab into my mouth, exploring it as if it was it's own, her teeth slipping onto my lower lip and beginning to feast on it. Kissing with your eyes closed is one thing...kissing while blindfolded, and unable to use your hands is a quite different experience...it almost mandates you to be more passive in the kiss than normal. Which is of course, what I was...Madeline was kissing me, and was preventing me from getting too aggressive or uppity in the kiss...many guys, myself included, tend to try to take over kisses...a macho sort of thing, I guess. Well, I couldn't do it now, and my submission only made my captoress more agressive in her kissing, finally letting go. A few moments later, Madeline continued her play with me...with a feather of some kind...and she began tickling me with it...right on my hips, a VERY ticklish spot for me. I began squirming, uselessly, laughing all the while. I couldn't cover the area with my hands bound behind my back, and so I was helpless against the assault, with that damned Enigma in my ears playing relentlessly, the languid music feeding into my skull. I laughed and laughed, knowing that, perhaps, Madeline was getting excited by this. But then, she stopped tickling me. And, it was almost as if she read my mind. I felt a finger press between my lips. I opened it to suckle it, and I noticed a distinct taste and scent on the finger. I had smelled and tasted this before, when Madeline has had me crawl to her on the bed and pleasure her with my mouth, my tongue delicately licking her clit. Yes...she must have rubbed herself with the finger...and thus my submission had to be exciting her, I thought, as I licked and sucked the finger. I felt a hand pat my head, as she withdrew the finger from my mouth....slowly enough that I moved my head in a vain attempt to follow it...she teased it out, and then left my mouth empty, desiring for a longer taste of her sex. What I got instead was a sudden sharp tug on my nipples, both at the same time. My manhood jerked involuntarily. I didn't need to see to feel how full it was, how bursting with desire with release. It felt like a lead weight between my legs. And I knew I would have to earn and beg for my release, if even I was granted one. I hissed from the nipple pulling and my cock's response to it. This deprivation of my sight, and the fact I could not not even hear myself moan, continued to arouse me...almost by way of compensation, I thought I felt things more intensely as a result...perhaps that was my imagination, however. What was NOT my imagination, however, was the next sensation I felt. I didn't hear the sound of the latex glove snap on her hand, but I did suddenly feel a rubber clad finger running up the crack of my bottom. Almost involuntarily, I pushed my butt back against it. Madeline seemed to enjoy my response as she pressed her finger harder into the crack, right up against the opening. I moaned, pushing harder, almost dancing on the latex wrapped finger. Madeline stopped and withdrew it, only to bring it back a few moments later. I felt something cool and moist on the finger...I supposed it was some sort of lubricant. It then stopped. I felt the earphones come off, and then felt my hands come undone. Madeline's voice came to me. "Keep your eyes closed and then open them slowly, to get used to the light." I then felt the blindold removed, my eyes shut. I gently started opening my eyes. I began seeing details of her bedroom take shape. Madeline soon purred into my ear. "Now, lie down on your back. I want to watch you watch me take you, Robert." With a moan, I fell backwards onto the bed. My eyes found my captoress' and she smiled down on me, a hand clearly visible in the crack of my butt...indeed, she had been stroking me there with a finger. "Now...time to get what you want, Robert...and I want to hear every moan and every cry as I fuck your cute little ass with my finger." She spread my legs apart, getting easier access to my butt. Madeline slowly began working the finger into my ass, my cock inches from her head. She smiled, and then licked the cockhead delicately, as she continued to open me up wide with her finger. "Beg me pet..Beg me to lick your cock." she rasped. "Oh please Lady Madeline...please lick and suck my cock...please give me release." I continued pleading in this way for a couple of minutes, Madeline still licking her lips over my manhood while continuing to wiggle her finger into my ass, going deeper with it, rubbing against my prostrate from the inside...making me add moans to my pleas to Madeline to suck my manhood. Madeline never verbally responded to my pleas, but gently began slipping my cock, oozing with precum, between her lips, sucking on it gently at first, and then more forcefully, sucking in time to the finger fucking. "Gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" I started to moan, wiggling my ass, dancing it on her invading finger. Madeline looked to me with a smile, sucking harder and faster, her finger pumping and out of my ass. The sensations were incredible. Penetration was an intimate act indeed...for the receiver as well as the one who penetrates, a fact that most guys do not fully appreciate. I was fully appreciating it, now. My cock quivering in her mouth, close to release...feeling the absolute bliss of her finger inside me...I was assaulted with the pleasurable sensations in my lower half of my body...my hands clenched the sheets. "Lady Madeline...Lady Madeline" I moaned. "I'm going to come!" She took my cock out of her mouth, smiling. "How badly do you want to come, pet?" I groaned and hissed. "Please Lady Madeline...SO much...please let me come. Please let your pet have release..." She seemed amused at my pleas and finally responded. "All right pet...you may come...but you thank me as you do...You may come...NOW." I groaned and strained, finally letting myself release into Madeline's mouth. As the torrents released, I did as she ordered. As I came, she thrust her finger in and out furiously and hard, wiggling her finger in and out of me. "Oh thank you Lady Madeline...thank you for letting me come...thank you for letting your pet come...oh thank you thank you thank you." I bucked my hips slightly as I released, my come dripping down the sides of her mouth a bit sloppily. Finally, I stopped releasing, and Madeline pulled her finger slowly out of my ass with an audible pop. She leaned her face up to me. I almost, but not quite steeled myself for her next request. I had never tasted myself before, and this was going to be a first. "Pet, please be a dear and clean my face up, will you? Can't do to have a messy face, now." Madeline grinned evilly as I leaned my head up and tentatively began licking my gooey come off of her chin and around her lips. Finally, she kissed me on the mouth. Did you enjoy that Robert? Having your senses blocked, not knowing what was going to happen to you next? Submitting to me in that way? I nodded as I stood up and Madeline checked I was hale and hearty. One of her interesting traits...she always makes sure her subs are all right, mentally and physically. It sort of puts paid to the notion of the whip cracking Dominatrix who cares not a fig for the slave at her feet. "Yes ma'am. I did, thank you for introducing me to it...it was so intense." Madeline smiled to me, and I quickly dressed. It was, alas, time for me to go, again. As she walked me to her front door, she kissed me and then whispered deliciously into my ear. "Next time pet, we'll make your butt a little more...full." I shuddered and smiled, walking out into the night, already anticipating with delicious fear and dread of my next encounter with Madeline. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /