Message-ID: <4304eli$9709222241@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Kitty" Subject: Little Slave's Fantasy, part 3 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: <01bcc7b8$99c27860$f810d9cf@rosy-rump> The next installment in my story/fantasy. This story contains material of an adult nature. If you are under 18 and offended by such things, please don't read further. ********** The blindfold slipped over my face, covering my wide, frightened eyes. I wimpered. I wanted to beg, but I knew that if I spoke, I would only make things worse for myself. The world was engulfed in blackness as my mistress fitted the blindfold in place. Strange how seeing nothing made my nerves tingle. How now that I could see nothing, my body became more sensitive to everything. It was like I was trying to see with my body. A breeze from the open window brushed across my naked body, and I gasped. I was so alive, so sensitive, that it felt like a caress and my pussy throbbed. I tried to rub my legs together to get some relief, but the bonds prevented my from doing so. I heard a chuckle. My master's voice came to me, "What's the matter, little slave, are you cold?" He paused, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Or are you too hot?" He laughed and I whimped. My mistress ran a hand down my neck and over my breasts and belly. My whole body quivered in response and I arched off the bed, trying to feel more, wanting more, needing more than that simple touch. "Are you ready to begin, little slave? Are you prepared for the night ahead? This will be a LONG night, slave, and I've made sure we had a few toys to keep you amused." Her laugh followed and I heard the russle of a paper bag. I shivered. What was in the bag? What could be worse than being unable to see or touch them? The collar chaffed my neck as I turned my head to the sound of them moving around the room. It reminded me of how vulnerable I was, of what was to come. My pussy quivered at the thoughts of the evening to come. I wanted them to touch me. A touch to my breast made me jerk. I moaned and whimpered at the same time. My master, a smile in his voice, said,"Don't worry, slave, you will find out in good time." I wondered how he knew what I was thinking. Then there was the touch of metal on my breast. I jerked harder and he laughed. "Do you know what this is, slave?" my mistress queried. There was a click and then the metal was pinching my breast almost painfully. I gasped again. "It is a nipple clamp. It is your new toy. Soon your breasts will be very sensitive." Another click and my other breast was also encased in cold metal. It felt like fire and ice. I shivered and squirmed. My crotch was so wet that I could feel a damp spot on the sheets beneath me. "There is a metal chain that connects these two clamps. If you disobey, I will punish you." She gave the chain an experimental tug and I gasped. Pain and pleasure warred in my body. I felt my master's hand lower on my body. The moved up my thighs and in between my legs. I sighed, hoping I was now to be given some relief. Then I felt the metal there, in that center of my heat and I almost spoke, almost pleaded with them. 'No, please master, just tell me what you want of me and I will do it,' the thought screamed through my head. Then there was the unavoidable click and I arched off the bed. As the clamp closed around this center of my need, I could stand it no longer and shouted incoherent pleas. I was so hot, fire in my blood, I could hardly stand it. I yanked at my bonds, needing to touch to move, to be fulfilled. A yank on the clamps attached to my nipples pulled another gasp from me. My head moved from side to side, trying to remove the blindfold. "SLAVE!" my master's voice stilled me. I whimpered very quietly and lay still, the trobbing in my legs still the focus of my mind. I was blushing furiously, I wanted to beg them to fuck me. To enter my body forcefully and relieve this need inside of me. I kept quiet. "That's better. You can handle this, you are stronger than that. The three clamps will prepare you and keep your mind focused on your body. Now, it's time for you to be punished." I shook. NOW I was to be punished? Wasn't the unbearable need I felt enough? I really didn't think I could stand any more. I felt my bonds being losened and I wanted to shout for joy. They would let me touch them! It was over! I could please them and myself now! Then my master spoke once more. "Now my lap slave. I had too much fun watching your mistress spank you." The blindfold was pulled from my eyes and I was blinded. I saw the two of them, naked save for a whip in her hand and a leash in his. My eyes widdened hugely. No, I couldn't this . . .it was too much. I wanted to wail, but I could feel my drenched pussy get a fresh flow of wetness and blushed again. I slowly and reluctantly moved to my master's lap, letting my eyes linger on his crotch longingly. I could feel the tug of the clamps as I moved and I made my need even stronger. I lay down across his lap and my breast dangled on one side while my dripping pussy was expossed on the other.j SMACK!! I gasped and shook, my bottom tingling at this new assault. Then to my delight/horror, I felt something pushing at my nether lips. My mistress was shoving a dildo deep inside me even as my master's hand moved down for a second spanking. SMACK, SMACK!! I wimpered, unable to stand the feeling of being filled and being spanked at the same time. It wasn't decent, it wasn't normal, it was making me hotter than hell. SMACK!! Then the dildo was quickly pulled out and I gasped. My master gripped me and flipped me over. There was my mistress on the bed, she gave me a look and spread her legs. I found my face shoved into her moistness and I happily did what I wanted to do. To please them. As my tongue found her however, I felt the sting of the whip on my sore bottom and I gasped. I moved my face even further between my mistress's legs, trying to avoid the whip, trying to please her. I could feel the pressure of the clamp on my aching clit and I wanted to scream, to cry, to find some relief. Then, I felt the sting of the whip again . . .again . . .again . . .until my backside was on fire, almost as much as my loins were. I was moving my tongue furiously around my mistress's lips, licking and sucking. I could hear her moaning. Suddenly, I could feel my master's arousal between my legs. I gasped into my mistress's crotch as he plunged into me. My legs were quivering all over and I licked and sucked even harder. I thought I was going to die. My master fucked me hard, pulling out and slamming back into me harder and harder. I could feel my mistress starting to shake with her orgasm, or was it my own? My head was swimming and soon I was overcome with my own orgasm. We all came, more or less, together. I started shaking as did my mistress, and then I could feel my master plunge into me one last time and give me his shuddering release. Then he collapsed on top of me. I sighed happily, and lapped up the last of my mistress's orgasm. I looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back. Then she reached down and touched my face lovingly. "You are such a good slave, aren't you? Did you like what we did to you?" I nodded fiercely. She grinned at me. "And you look so cute with your little red butt in the air. I think I like spanking you slave, almost as much as you like getting spanked." She laughed as another blush stole over my face. My master spoke up, "Don't worry slave, this was only the beginning." My eyes widdened again. I could feel his laughter against my back. "Did you think we were done with you? Oh, no, that was just the beginning, little slave, just the beginning . . . . " I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comments are always welcome. If you would like to hear more in this vein, let me know and I'll see what I can come up with. -- +--------------' 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> /