Message-ID: <5693eli$9711191339@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com (the poetic one) Subject: Surprise, Surprise, part 2 - (F/m, M/f, D/s, bond) 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: <34727fe9.1322978@nntp.ix.netcom.com> Surprise, Surprise, part two by MarArch@ix.netcom.com She was magnificent.... decked out in her corset, garterbelt, stockings.... the chain from the clamps now dangling down, swaying slightly with her labored breath... her hands cuffed together and drawn up, over her head, her legs held wide apart by the ropes on the ankle cuffs, keeping her body taut and quivering... her eyes blindfolded. He felt almost lightheaded, his own breath now coming in short, shallow pulses through his nose, the ballgag sealing his mouth... chained down to the metal chair not ten feet away from where his love, his Angel was stretched and displayed, under the gentle touch of the Dom. Anya, still kneeling beside him, leaned over and laid her cheek against his shoulder, as if they were an ordinary couple watching a movie in some darkened theatre and not a dimly lit dungeon, her hand still slowly, lightly tickling and teasing his throbbing cock through his jeans... The sinews of his mind were at the breaking point, sitting, witnessing the slowly developing scene before him. The Dom stood just to the side of where Angel was stretched, not quite hanging, very lightly drawing his palm across her stomach in a gentle carress that made her shudder with a light rattle of the chains at her ankles. He leaned over and whispered something to her. She nodded, weakly. He continued to whisper, his hand now trailing up, a single finger hooking the chain that hung from her nipples and lifting it, drawing it out from her body until it was taut.... and she shuddered deeply, her head lolling back, her knees bending slightly. Her hips rolled forward, then slowly back, as if she was somehow attempted to invite the very air to penetrate her. The Dom continued to whisper to her, the nipple chain held taut and she shook her head again, her body shuddering. The Dom gently kissed her cheek and turned to look off, back toward the door from which he had led her. A naked female, wearing only ankle and wrist cuffs and a wide leather collar, stepped towards him, holding in her outstretched hands a tray on which were set a variety of toys. She took station off to one side, the tray within his reach. Releasing the chain that held her nipples tight and stretched, he reached and selected a long, thin vibrator of ivory white. Turning back to her he again leaned over to whisper something and she nodded her head. At the instant the Dom turned the vibrator on, he touched her stomach with it and she moaned, loudly. Bound to his imprisioning chair her surprise visitor also moaned behind the gag and his body tensed as if he could feel what she was feeling at that moment. Beside him he heard Anya chuckle quietly, her tormenting hand never stopping its slow, delicate rotation around his crotch. The Dom trailed the vibrator tip slowly down Angels stomach, causing her to roll her hips forward, his whispering continuing, her nodding becoming more and more insistant... almost desparate... and when the toy brushed to the very bottom of her well spread and pinioned torso, he leaned his head against hers. She turned her head, her mouth groping, seeking his... and at the instant they met, his hand turned the vibrator and slid it along the now soggy triangle of cloth that covered her sex, drawing it over her clit. Her entire body shuddered deeply, as if on the verge of some explosion, her feet tensing, sending her up on tiptoe, seeking the release with desperation... and then the vibrator slipped quickly away, no longer touching her. She moaned and whimpered, her entire body sagging and trembling as the climax was withheld from her. The Dom extended his arm to place the toy back on the tray and once more was whispering to her. She nodded, her breath coming in gasps now. What is he saying to her, her visiting lover wondered,and the not knowing was driving him mad. Again she was nodding, and the Doms hand was again on her stomach, stroking lightly, delicately. It trailed down, but instead of moving toward her center, it slipped off toward her hip and the fingers gathered at a small bow tied in the string that held the triangle of cloth in place... His hand paused, more whispers... she nods, desparately, and the hand pulls the bow, freeing it, the cloth falling away, exposing her naked, bare sex. Another shudder rolled through her. His hand slipped across her and in a moment the other bow parted, the soggy triangle of cloth tumbling to the floor between her pinioned legs, leaving her sex open and exposed. Her visiting lover felt Anya's hand squeeze his cock through his jeans, sending a shiver through him, but her attention, like his own, was fixed unbreakably on the scene before them. The Dom now raised a foot and stepped over Angels leg, so that he was standing beside her, his hand on her front returning to make slow, fingertip light circles around her stomach... his other disappearing behind her, as he leaned in once more and took up whispering to her once more. She moaned and rolled her hips to one side, slowly, sensuously, then back to the other, pressing back slightly. Then, suddenly at whatever he whispered, she nodded and for the first time gasped out.. "Yes Sir"... A moment later she gasped loudly and her entire body seemed to rise up, as if driven. The Doms hand at her back, the hand unseen behind her, was moving slowly now, and Angels entire body was hung, tense and trembling. "Ohhhhhhhh" she moaned, as if in surprise "Sir, I'm gonna cum... Sir... ohhhhh Sir".... And as suddenly, the arm behind her was withdrawn, returning a moment later to the small of her back. She moaned, now with a sobbing sound and her body sagged once more, her throat emitting a low animal-like growl. The Dom turned to look at the tray and scooped from it a glistening plug, already wet and shining. Angels visiting lover gasped behind the gag, startled by the size of the thing. He could feel Anya's breath warmly against his ear. "This always makes me so hot. I may need to have you eat my pussy later, slave" she cooed. The hand holding the plug slipped behing Angels back, and the Dom was whispering to her once more, she nodding slowly, steadly, already lost in some netherworld of sensations. The whispering and nodding continued for a long moment... then suddenly she cried out, a wailing half-scream as her body lurched forward and upward. "Oooh God, Sir!! Ooooooh Siiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!" It hung there, on the edge of it's muscles limits for a long moment, then sagged slowly as his hand slid up her back once more... patting and comforting her... The whisper once more and her nodding was now a bobbing, almost thoughtless and absent, as if her rational brain had departed. The Dom reached and took up from the offered tray a realistic dildo, and, raising it, placed it lightly against her lips. For a moment she appeared startled, but his whispering continued and she opened her mouth, allowing the false yet real appearing cock to slide over her tongue. He slowly worked it deep into her mouth and withdrew it almost to the tip... then slowly plunged it into her lips once more before withdrawing it entirely and holding it out for the naked slave with the tray to take from him. Again he was whispering to her, her head nodding slightly, but her visiting lover saw the naked female place the tray on the floor and move closer, being careful not to touch Angel, as she reached around the whispering Dom and began to undo his belt. As the Dom slowly took up the dangling nipple chain once more and slowly stretched it out, causing Angel to shudder and moan once more, the naked female opened his pants and drew them down, allowing him to step out of them. She placed them asside and, reaching around from behind him quickly unbuttoned his shirt, until it hung, open, revealing his sole remaining useful garment.... a tight pair of black, silken briefs that were already tented outwards with his hard cock. Once more, moving now to stand in front of her, he leaned in and whispered to her. She nodded her head, he whispered and she said, her voice a gasp... "Yes". He then stepped back, and nodded. The naked female and the other Dom from the door moved quickly in and undid the chains from her ankles, while at the same moment the rope holding her up was loosened, her arms sinking down in front of her. The Dom reached up and undid her wrists from the suspended rope and as her ankles came free she placed her feet together, knees trembling, lowering her still cuffed hands in front of her. The naked female and other Dom withdrew as the Dom walked around behind Angel and leaned over to whisper into her ear once more, only a brief word. She slowly lowered herself to one knee, then was kneeling, as if in prayer, back straight, hands poised together in front of herself. The Dom stood behind her for a long moment, then gently reached out to stroke her long hair. Angel moaned and moved her head to press against his hand, savoring the pet. The Dom moved around in front of her and reached out to where the naked female had retrieved the tray, holding it out to him. He scooped up something black, flat, gleaming with small metal studs..... a collar. Anya's hot breath was against the visiting lovers ear once more. "He's been after her for a long time now" she cooed. "They've played a lot recently. But he hasn't allowed her to cum until tonight. She must be half crazy by now...." His breath was in short, hard panting now, beads of sweat standing out against his forehead. And still Anya's hand lightly stroked his cock beneath the fabric of his jeans. The Dom circled Angel until he was behind her once more, then knelt down and with a hand reached around and lightly picked up the chain dangling from the nipple clamps, lifting it, drawing it outwards until she moaned, his head leaned in against her ear, whispering. "Yyyyyes, Sir" she gasped, and shuddered. More whispering... a nod. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes, please, Sir...." And then he lowered the chain and lifted to collar in his hands, over her head and settled it in place around her neck, buckling it so that it fit, snug and perfect on her lovely throat. He leaned once more to whisper to her, his hands now slipping around her, one sliding up to take the chain once more and draw it out, the other floating over her hip, between her legs, pressing them outwards. She immediately pushed her knees apart, opening herself, revealing her glistening, moist sex to her visiting lovers gaze, as the Dom's hand slid down and cupped her sex, a finger slipping between the lips and finding her clit, beginning to stroke. She moaned....... "Oooohhhhhhhhh...... Master" she sighed. "Thank you, Master... my Master..... thank you........" And her voice dissolved into a sobbing whimper, as her hips rolled back and began to thrust forward against the invading hand, her body starting to pulse and tremble. The Doms whispering continued in her ear and she moaned and pumped herself against his hand. "Oh yes, Master, oh God, yes, fuck me, oh God, please, Master, yes, fuck my mouth, Master, my pussy, my ass, yes, please, yours, all yours, oh God, Master....Ooooh, Master, I'm gonna cum... gonna cummmm... ohhhhhhh..." And then suddenly his hand withdrew from her and she moaned, rolling forward, her hands pressing to the floor, keeping her from falling onto her face as the Dom quickly rose, leaned over her and took her shoulders gently in his hands, lifting her, guiding her up. Her legs were shaky as she got unsteadily to her feet and allowed him to lead her, half-holding her up, towards where a long, heavy table was placed nearby. He sat her on the side of the table, then was gently pushing her back, turning her, catching her leg and lifting it to where a chain with a hook hung down to one side and quickly snapping the chain to her ankle cuff. In a few moments the other leg was raised and snapped into a similar chain on the other side. At the same moment the naked female had drawn up her arms to the far end of the table and secured them there, so that she now lay on the table, her backside resting just off the edge, legs held up and wide apart. Angels visiting lover was trembling now, his head turned to gaze at this scene, Anya now kneeling up beside him, at the edge of his view, her eyes glowing with a black fire. "Isn't that wonderful" she cooed, as her stroking hand now slipped up and began to unbuckle his belt. "She belongs to him now. It's something he's wanted for a very long time... and she has too, though she didn't know it. Well, she does now... and she's in for a very long night.." ...Anya's hand slipped the button at the top if his jeans and slid the zipper down enough to slide her hand in and wrap her fingers around his trembling cock. "First, of course" she said, beginning to slowly stroke him "they have to consumate... and then he'll play her until she's a puddle of totally fucked mush..." The Dom was standing between Angels pinioned, wide spread legs, one hand lightly stroking her mons, just above her sex, the other hooking his own briefs, drawing them down, allowing his hard, dark, well-veined cock to spring free... "And then he's taking her home" Anya said, her hand tickling and teasing his cock "and she'll spend the entire week-end as a complete fuck slave..." The Dom moved slowly up between Angels helplessly pinned legs, one hand guiding his cock until it rested against her oozing, hungry, desparate sex... "She'll be tied up the entire time, day and night..." The Dom reached up with his hand and took the chain that connected her nipple clamps and began to lift it, pull it... "...and he's going to fuck every inch of her, constantly..." The Doms other hand slid down to her sex, a fingertip slipping between the lips and finding her clit... "...and by the time it's over, she won't know anything else but his cock and tongue and fingers..." ...and pressed his hips forward, his cock slowly entering her, causing her to arch her back and cry out, as if impaled with a white hot bar of searing iron.... "So I don't think she'll have much time to see you this trip..." Angel cried out as the Dom began to stroke into her, her entire body convulsing, her head lulling from side to side as the orgasms began to roll over her, the one building on the ashes of the one before it, cumming now in a deep shudder for every long, slow thrust of the Doms cock deep into her. "But that's okay" Anya said, soothingly, as she leaned in close against his cheek... "we'll find something to keep you busy...." "Tell me" she whispered in his ear... "what size collar do you wear..." And lightly kissed his sweaty cheek. 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