Message-ID: <4287eli$9709212103@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: newgal@netcom.com Subject: Story - OutSmarting My MASTER Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <342589f6.8049362@nntp.ix.netcom.com> This story is intended for adults only!! It contains material of a violent and sexual nature! ****************************************************************** ****************************************************************** This is a partially true story! Hope you enjoy. Also if there are any of you gals out there who need to know how to deal with a problem man, check out my friends personal homepage. http://www.geocities.com/hotsprings/2999 It is non-commercial ****************************************************************************** It is 8 o'clock on Saturday night. You do as you have been trained to do and go into your bedroom. There on the bed you see the toys your master has laid out. The cuffs, blindfold, a string of five 1.5 inch beads, your nipple clamps, some small fishing weights, vibrating eggs and two of your least favorite things, the ball gag and the leather whip. The pain and sting of the whip in your Master's hand is horrible and the ball gag keeps you from vocalizing when you climax and you do like to yell. There is also something new. A thin birchwood switch. That might sting you think but not nearly as bad as that whip. There is also the instuction note. "Lisa: Remove all your clothing. When you are naked put on your cuffs and blindfold. Remain standng where you are. You do not have permission to speak." Silence, darkness where is he. Then you feel the hands on your shoulders. Turning you around. Your cuffed arms are raised roughly over your head and stretched taut as your cuffs are roped to the ceiling hook. The rope is pulled tighter till you are forced onto tiptoes to keep from falling. You want to speak but remember the rules and the whip. Silence, why doesn't he say something? Then you suddenly feel the lips on your left breast. Pulling, sucking, biting your nipple. Then fingers streching that bud and you feel the bite of the clip. Just a suddenly you realize that the right nipple is being clipped. They will swell and be ever so sensitive. Then they are being tugged harder as he attaches the weights. Silence. then roughly your legs are being spread apart. You feel the fingers searching for your slit. He'll notice thee wetness and nothing has even happened yet. You feel the metal of the vibrating eggs as he inserts them. Then a finger probing at your ass. Inside loosening that hole. Then pressure as something is pushed well up inside. Silence, darkness. What is to come? Then, like a jolt your cunt comes alive as the eggs are turned on. As you sway, the tension on your nipples hits. Oh, Oh. Then the words. Deep. Powerful. Commanding. "Lisa tonight you will learn control. You will also learn how easily trained you are. Enjoy the feelings but do not allow yourself to climax. If you cum without permission you will feel 25 lashes of the whip and all parts of your body will be used as targets." Not the whip. You have never gotten used to it. The slices on your buttocks and across your breasts ached for weeks the last time you disobeyed. And how cruel, no ball gag. He knows I can't keep quiet when I cum. I will give myself away. The vibrations, the pressure in your anus, the tugs on your nipples. Concentrate, think of the whip. I will not cum. I will not cum! How long five, ten, fifteen minutes. When will he allow me. Uh, Oh God. Please, I'm not going to make it. Oh, Oh. "swish, swackkk you hear and instantly feel the sting across your ass. It hurts but not like the whip. "Cum Lisa cum!" Was that his voice? Again the pain of the switch. "Cum, Cum, Cum!" "Oh yes, yes, yes! I am! I am!" The waves wash over you. Sweet release rising in your cunt. You slowly calm. Relaxed, you can feel it rising again. Oh this will be even better. "You do not have permission to cum again!" Oh no! Stop, control, concentrate. Silence, darkness five ten minutes. How long this time. You now understand the game. "swish, swackkk. "Cum!" Who can last the longest. One hour, two. Each orgasm is better and better than the last. You have him now. You find it easier and easier to hold back and then when you hear the swish and feel the not unpleasant sting of the switch you allow your body to feel the waves of pleasure and climb the mountain of ecstacy. Tonight I have won. He won't be using that whip on me. Then you realize it is quiet. The eggs have been turned off. You are lifted slightly and released from the ceiling hooks. Silence, darkness. He leads you over to the bed. You are made to kneel down. Ass high in the air, swollen nipples roughly rubbed on the spread. Then you feel the push of his prick, stiff, hard against your cunt lips. Thrusting. Very quickly he is using your cunt. You know you will not make it with him. He doesnt't want you to. But you don't care. After so many already and anyway You Won! He's cumming thrusting harder and suddenly you feel a pressure in your ass. He is pulling out the beads. You forgot them. The feeling almost brings you to the top but not quite. He is finished and still hasn't said a word. You know he will leave. He dresses and now you will be able to bring yourself over the edge one more time before sleep. You have WON! Swish, Swakkk. Oh God. I'm cumming, cumming. The pleasure. What an orgasm. wave after wave. Higher, higher. Oh yes, yes. You can feel the blackness of sleep coming from the pleasure. OH, Oh. Yessssssssss. The morning sunlight awakens you. Your mind is not yet functioning. What, where. Your nipples are sensitve. Your cunt has a very pleasant ache. The clips are off, the blindfold is gone and your hands are free. You remember that last night was yours. You didn't submit. But that last orgasm. How, why he wasn't touching you. Who cares. It was the best in a long time. You start to roll over but something is in your way. As you turn your head you see the top of the birchwood switch. Your eyes follow down its length. You realize that it is sticking out of your ass. Your ASS. The Switch is touching your ass. OH God! Yes, yes YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! CUMMMINNNNGGGGGGG! CUMMMINNNNGGGGGGG! AGGGAAAIINNNNNNNN! WHO WON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -- +--------------' 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> /