Message-ID: X-Archived-At: Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: debras@ix.netcom.com (Debra A Sandella) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Subject: Scenes From A Marrieage, Part 2 (M/F, BDSM, con) STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY: IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, STOP READING NOW. IF YOU ARE SQUICKED BY BDSM, STOP READING NOW. THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX, DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION, S & M, ETC. ALL FLAMES WILL BE DOUSED WITH COLD WATER. COMMENTS ARE WELCOME AND SHOULD BE SENT TO EITHER debras@ix.netcom.com or RareFire@aol.com. IF THERE IS ENOUGH INTEREST, I WILL CONTINUE THE ONGOING SAGA OF SARAH AND JON IN THE FUTURE :) HAPPY READING. Scenes from a Marriage, Part 2 An original story by RareFire Sarah sat in the seat, her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the summer sun on her face through the windshield. The air in the car was cool from the air conditioner, and the contrast between hot and cold was a pleasant one, adding to her already stimulated senses. Every so often, Jon would reach over and gently stroke her arm, sending shivers through her body. She could tell from the movements of the car that they were traveling on a highway, and from the direction of the sun on her skin that they were traveling southward. She drifted, awash in the pleasurable feelings coursing through her, content. Suddenly, Sarah felt the car slow, and pull to the right a bit. Obviously Jon was pulling onto the shoulder for some reason. He instructed her to keep her eyes closed as the car came to a stop. There was silence. She felt his hand stroke the side of her face, caressing her smooth skin, fingers tracing her lips then trailing down her chin to her throat. He reached around her and placed a blindfold on her, whispering as he did "I want you to be totally immersed in feeling. You will not see, or hear, or speak. You are at my command, at my mercy. You are mine." He then put earplugs in her ears, and a phallic shaped gag in her mouth, tightening it behind her head comfortably but securely. Again he caressed her, this time stroking her breasts, her belly, reaching down to touch the wetness between her legs. She trembled with anticipation. She had never felt so vulnerable before, so out of control, yet so protected and adored. His hand cupped her mound firmly, the tips of his fingers teasing her clit, pinching and pulling it, and she strained against him, feeling an orgasm beginning to mount, seeking more contact. Sensing her arousal, Jon removed his hand, and gave a sharp tug to the leash chain attached to the anal beads, pulling out the first one. Sarah moaned behind the gag with the intensity of the pain as the bead was pulled past her anal muscles, pain that quickly gave way to a throbbing pleasure. She felt his hand at her cunt again, no, it wasn't his hand, it was something else...a vibrator, the silver one with the variable speed. As this thought made its way into her mind, she felt the vibrator make its way into her aching pussy, and she pushed against it as hard as she could, feeling the smooth cool metal enter her hot wet passage. She felt it begin to vibrate. It was angled in such a way as to put pressure on her clit, and suddenly she was flying, all consciousness gone, a total immersion into the sensations coursing through her body, all blurred together as she came, bucking her hips against it, screaming with pleasure behind the gag as she gave way to wave upon wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She was vaguely aware of the car's movement, and of the difference in the intensity of the sunlight on her skin. It was cooler now, and she realized that she had been out of touch with reality for quite some time. She realized that her seat back had been reclined, almost fully flat, which had the effect of stretching her out as if on a rack. She also realized now that her blouse was unbuttoned, and her skirt was lifted to her waist, effectively exposing her clamped breasts and shaved cunt to cars or trucks passing them on her side. Sarah felt herself blush at the thought of strangers seeing her in such a manner. It was embarrassing, humiliating, and such a turn on all at once. Her nipples throbbed from being clamped for so long, and the wetness began to build again as she contemplated the pain that would accompany their removal. She became aware of the ache in her muscles and joints from being held in the same position for what she presumed had been several hours. Just as she thought it was becoming unbearable, that she just had to move, she felt the car slow to a stop. She felt Jon get out of the car, the hot air from outside invading the cool interior, and then he was opening her door. Jon reached down and released the chains from her legs, and slowly stretched them out in front of her, massaging her thighs and calves to restore circulation and prevent them from cramping. He did the same to her arms, lowering them to her sides, and rubbing them gently. Then he reached in and slipped his arm around her shoulders, drawing her out of the car into the afternoon sun. Her skirt naturally readjusted itself, but she could feel her blouse gaping open, the breeze hot against her breasts as they started walking towards some unknown destination, Jon holding her leash, but with one arm protectively around her waist to prevent her from stumbling. Sarah wondered where they were. She felt totally disoriented, and a little afraid. Not of Jon, of course, but she had never been this far removed from herself before, and she felt herself approaching that indefinable line, the edge at which she wasn't sure if she would be able to cross. She hadn't used the safeword in a long time, and her feeling of slow panic made her think maybe this was a good time to use it. No, she thought, I trust Jon, and he would never harm me in any way. She fought hard to calm herself, breathing slowly through the gag, turning her thoughts inward again, slowing her racing heart. They walked a few short yards, Sarah picking her feet up carefully, unsure of the surface beneath her. She could tell they were walking on gravel, she felt the stones through the thin soles of her sandals. Then Jon was leading her up stairs, three of them, and suddenly the air around her was cool, and slightly musty, as though they were in a place that hadn't been used in a long time. He led her into the coolness of the place, and gently brought her down to kneel. Then he removed the earplugs. "We are in our own world now, my pet" he whispered in her ear, "There is no one for miles around, no one to rescue you from the tortures I am going to give you, and that you will accept from me willingly. No one to hear your cries of pleasure, your screams of pain as you submit to my every whim. Are you comfortable?" She nodded, the gag preventing her from voicing the words. "Then we shall have to change that, won't we my little slut? I don't want you to be comfortable. I want you begging for release." With that, he brought her to standing. Sarah felt his presence in front of her, she could hear his soft breath on her face. Jon reached out and caressesed her breasts, sending ripples of pleasure through her, getting her wet between her legs. He walked way from her, and she heard him dragging something across the floor, then he was bending her into a chair, knees brought up onto the seat. He tied her legs to the sides, fastening her twice on each leg, at the thighs to the upright of the back of the chair, and at the ankles to the top of the front legs. She heard him sigh, then Jon tied her knees to the back legs of the chair, immobilizing her. Sarah had become the padding for the chair. She felt she was part of it, a piece of furniture, an object to be used. The thought frightened and fascinated her at the same time. This was far beyond anything she and Jon had done in the past and she was intrigued by her own feelings. The whole point of being his slave was to be "owned" to be his property to do with as he wished. For months Sarah had wished that Jon would be more demanding, would be harsher in his punishments, would be, in effect much more dominant than he had been. Now, apparently, he had decided to do so, and she was a bit afraid, not of him, no he would never harm her, but of herself, of how far she could go, and not dissappoint him. She had thought, in the past, that she wanted to lose control completely, to endure anything he could give her, to submit to him utterly, and now she was afraid she couldn't. But she was determined to try. Jon moved behind the chair again, facing her. She felt his fingers at her nipples, now straining against the clamps which had been on for so long. Suddenly, he pulled them off, both at the same time, and Sarah screamed into the gag with the pain of the blood rushing back into her nipples, her knees buckling, but remaining in place, her hands clenching the chair back, knuckles white with the intensity of the feeling coursing through her breasts. Jon reached aroung her and drew her head against his belly, stroking her hair, telling her what a good slave she was, how proud of her he was, and he reached down and gently massaged her nipples, helping the blood flow, easing the pain, turning it into pleasure, all the while praising her for her devotion to him. She nestled against his body, letting her mind go, feeling her body begin to drift, and she knew, once again, that she belonged to only him. -- Story Submission: Moderator Contact: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site (could be better):