Message-ID: <5768eli$9711222332@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: LtSwitch@aol.com Subject: The Ring (B/D S/M M/f Cons) 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: <971122104454_427991591@mrin41.mail.aol.com> This is a fantasy (except for the first paragraph) and should be treated as such. This is for the enjoyment of those over 18 who think that this sort of thing is enjoyable The Ring I had been standing in line waiting for service at the photo supply store, my eyes glancing around looking at the various bits of equipment on display when she walked into view. Tall, confident, dark hair past her shoulders, well dressed in slacks and a soft black leather jacket, she was more than striking. She approached the counter and stood just next to me, her soft scent drifting over me as she landed. Taken in by her presence, I felt compelled to nearly stare her beauty. As my eyes scanned her they were eventually drawn to her hand, to a ring, a silver ring with a tiny ring connected to it, almost like a miniature shackle about her finger. I had to know more. "That's a very interesting ring, does it have a story?" "Thank you. I got it a few weeks ago while on the East coast. I've been looking for one like it for some time." "It looks as thought it could be...attached to something," I ventured. Her eyes caught mine in a knowing look. "Yes, it does give that feeling, doesn't it...Sir" Her deliberate choice of the word "Sir" and the look that she had given me opened a door to this woman. I was quick to enter. "It almost has the appearance of a miniature shackle, or cuff." "It does. I really like the appearance of it, Sir." "Are you a model?" "No, Sir, I'm not a model, I work as an assistant to a food photographer." "Would you like to model for me," I said looking deeply into her eyes? "That might be quite interesting, Sir," She answered, continuing our subtle dance of words. It was just then that the salesperson approached with the item that I had ordered, taking my attention away from her. Distracted, almost angered I dealt with the business at hand, my eyes continuing to glance at her hand on the counter just next to me. Finally, my business complete I was left alone by the counter person, only to have him turn to her. I had no reason to stand there so I retreated to a display near the door and pretended to read a brochure on a new lighting item. Finally she left the counter and moved toward the door and stopped where I stood. "Would you really like to use me ...as a model, Sir?" "I would very much enjoy that. Why don't you come to my studio tonight at eight?" "Yes, Sir. That would work quite well. To where should I come?" Her tone of voice and choice of words left me with no doubt in my mind of her intentions. I found one of my cards and presented it to her. She reached out with her left hand, the one with the ring, and took the card from my hand. She looked at it briefly and looked up "I'll be on time , Sir." With that we left the store and went in different directions. It was two minutes before eight when the bell rang. Anxiously I walked to the door. Opening it I was pleased to see her standing before me dressed in a sheer blouse and a leather skirt. It was then that I realized she hadn't given me her name. "Come in. Glad that you could come." "Thank you, Sir," she said as she stepped inside. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid that I never got your name...." "It's Tess, Sir." "Well, Tess, come in, make yourself comfortable. Would you like a glass of wine before we begin?" "Yes, Sir. That would be nice." Tess walked into the studio and took a seat. Her assertive posture caught my eye as she settled into a large leather chair. I returned a minute later with the glass of wine for Tess, and another for myself. "I'm looking forward to modeling for you, Sir." Her repeated use of the word, Sir, was clearly giving me a message that I was not to ignore. We talked for a few minutes, the entire time I could not get out of my mind, the contradiction between Tess' strong carriage and her apparent submissive nature. "Shall we begin," I finally volunteered. I stood as Tess slipped her jacket off and followed me deeper into the studio. She seemed completely at home as she surveyed the room and I turned on a few lights. I picked up a camera and immediately Tess struck a pose, looking down and away in apparent submission. I snapped away. Tess placed her arms behind her back, bowed her head and looked with her eyes deep into the lens. In only a few minutes I had several beautiful shots of Tess. "Tess." "Yes, Sir," said Tess, halting to look up at me." "Undress." She bowed her head and answered, "Yes, Sir." Without hesitation, Tess reached for the buttons of her blouse and began to unfasten them one at a time, She slipped the blouse off her shoulders, neatly folded it, and placed it on the floor. Next she slid out of her shoes. Her then hands moved to her waist and unfastened the belt that held her skirt and dropped it to the floor, again taking time to fold it and stack it atop her blouse. Now wearing only her bra and panties she turned to me. "Shall I continue, Sir?" "Yes, Tess." She reached behind her back and deftly unfastened the clasp that held her bra as I waited. She slid the delicate straps off, her well shaped breasts now revealed. The bra was then folded and placed on the growing pile of clothing. Her fingers moved to her waist, slipped inside the elastic band of her panties and pulled downward, baring her pubic triangle and rendering Tess naked. The panties were folded and placed atop the pile. Tess turned to me, bowed her head, and placed her hands behind her back. She was every bit as beautiful as I had imagined. She was lean with firm, well shaped breasts and lovely soft dark hair between her legs, leading the way to her long slender legs. I walked over to her and ran my fingers through her hair then caressed her neck. I then boldly placed my hand on her breast and gently pinched her nipple, Tess closing her eyes as I did. My hand slid downward over her supple belly to her curly pubic hair. As my fingers teased her cunt, I pressed my lips to hers. Tess leaned forward to meet me and opened her mouth to accept my tongue as it probed her moist lips. I was intoxicated by her natural perfume as I stood close to her, fondling her, wanting her. I took a small length of rope from my pocket and pulled Tess' hands behind her back. She resisted at first, but I persevered and her hands were soon bound behind her back. I then led Tess to a wooden pillar and backed her up to it. I led a rope through her elbows and around the post, thus securing her to it. I then turned my attention to her ankles which I also tied to the post in such a way that her thighs were pulled apart exposing her pubic triangle to full view. As I raised the camera, Tess turned her head down and away, keeping her eyes focused on me in a very seductive manner. I adjusted a few lights and proceeded to make several exposures of Tess in this position. I next released the ropes which held her arms and reattached them, now pulled above her head and around the pole, exposing the lovley hair on her armpits. I picked up a few more short ropes and secured her elbows around the pole followed by lines around her knees which pulled her thighs even wider apart. A length of rope around her waist and another just under her arms completed Tess' fastening to the pole. She began to tug against the ropes, but I had tied her quite securely and there was no easy release. I now gently stroked the back of Tess' arms softly running the tips of my fingers past her armpits and down to her breasts, each stroke ending in a slight pinch of her nipples. It wasn't long before her nipples were standing erect as Tess squirmed, straining at the ropes which embraced her. Tess moaned lightly under her breath as I softly kissed her breast. I picked up the camera and made a few more exposures before considering the next pose. There somehow was a contradiction between Tess' submissive poses and her presence. She was submitting, but there was a power in her submission that I couldn't define or ignore. I picked a clothespins and took Tess' right nipple in my fingertips. She gritted her teeth as I deftly attached the clamp to her tender tit, soon followed by another defiantly attached to the left. As the clamps pinched her, Tess seemed to focus herself on the pain, breathing deeply, moaning, almost seeming to greet the discomfort with pleasure. I placed my hand on her pubic mound and began to firmly massage her, taking care not to invade her most sensitive areas, taking care not to give Tess the stimulation that she now desired. Tess' skin now began to dampen with perspiration as she strained against the ropes, the wooden pole unrelenting in it's hold upon her. I pulled myself away just long enough to photograph her, my interest in photography beginning to wane. "I'll only be gone a few minutes," I said as I placed a gag in Tess' mouth. She looked at me with a bit of panic in her eyes as a pleading groan came from behind the gag. I left Tess bound and helpless as I left the room. Tess tested her bonds to find them still quite secure and let out a pleading moan. I returned a few minutes later with a small parcel in my hand which I set down out of Tess' sight. I stood before her and began to remove the first clothespin from her breasts. Tess groaned and bit into the gag as the feeling returned to her nipple. I immediately took the pained tit into my lips and comforted it with my warm moist tongue. She sighed in pleasure as I completed the task and moved on to the other side. I tenderly caressed her soft breasts with my fingertips, keeping her tits erect and evoking a few goosebumps in the process. Picking up the parcel that I had set down, I reached in and picked out an ice cube. Tess' eyes showed shear panic as she saw the ice. I began to tease her, bringing it near her but not touching, her eyes following every move of my hand. Finally in the area between her breast and underarm I touched down for a moment. Tess shrieked behind the gag and tried in vain to pull away. Next on her nipple, only for an instant the frozen block touched evoking another spasm of terror. Again and again the ice attacked her warm body, each time Tess straining against the soft ropes that held her. Finally I reached downward between her legs. Tess tensed her entire body, imagining that the cold ice would soon be cooling her warm pussy. Instead my finger softly touched down and delicately probed inward, her hips soon moving to meet me. I began to rhythmically stroke her moist tunnel, soon finding here clit and evoking a sigh of pleasure. I began to kiss her neck and ears as I continued my assault on Tess' anxious clitoris. Her sighs turned to deep moans of pleasure as I pushed Tess toward the edge, toward her orgasm. Abruptly I pulled away. Tess' eyes pleaded for me to continue, but I simply smiled and ran my fingers through her hair. "Not yet, sweet slave, "I whispered." Beginning with the ropes that held her at the waist I began to release Tess from the pillar. Finally as she was held only by the ropes about her wrists I stopped. "Tess, I am going to release you. You will drop to your knees and keep your arms behind your head and your legs spread. Is that clear?" Tess nodded in agreement and I released her. Obediently she dropped to the floor as prescribed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a delicate set of nipple clamps, attached by a small silver chain. Bending over her, I teased Tess' nipple to an erect state and attached the clamp. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as the clamp tightened on her pink tit. I took the other nipple between my fingers and repeated the action, Tess now emitting a deep moan as the clamp was fitted in place. I left my slave in this condition as I went to get a few new items for our scene. I returned in about five minutes and removed the gag from her lips. "Tess, stand up and give my your wrist." Obediently she reached out presenting herself to me. I buckled the cuff about one wrist, then the other, finally securing them together. The sound of Tess' deep breathing as I worked to bind her was driving me wild with passion. I dropped to my knees and began to fasten another pair of cuffs about her well shaped ankles, tenderly caressing her thigh in the process. I dropped a rope from an overhead pulley, normally use to hang backdrops in my studio, and fastened it to Tess' wrist cuffs. Her arms were then pulled upward over her head, again exposing to my delight, the silky dark hair beneath her arms. The final touch was to spread her legs wide apart, binding them to rings set into the floor about three feet apart. My cock hardening by the moment, I stepped back to look at my handiwork. Tess was beautiful, her bondage and submission such a contrast to her confident air. Her look almost defied me to dominate her, but she was in fact stripped naked, bound, and about to be punished. I again took her breasts in my hands and fondled her nipples, bringing them again to an erect state. "Tess, I'm going to whip you." "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir," She quickly interjected. "I need to be whipped, Sir." I got a bit of black cloth and fashioned a blindfold for Tess and used another scrap of cloth to tie her hair back out of my way. She was ready. I selected a black leather cat of about eighteen inches, and took a position behind my slave. I drew my arm back and let go, the whip lashing at Tess' back. "Aahh, Thank you, Sir." Again I laid the whip to her bare skin and again she grimaced and then thanked me. Tess began to breathe deeply as she struggled against the bindings that held her. I had finally applied twenty lashes to her reddened back before I changed position. Tess, without prompting, had thanked me for each stroke. I now took a smaller cat, with slender strands and prepared to flog her thighs and rear. The first lash landed on her ass. "Thank you, Sir," She breathed. Tess was panting, but still managed to thank me for the whip. The next stinging shot was to her inner thigh, missing her cunt by inches. "Thank you, Sir." I continued, finally giving Tess' thighs and ass at least twenty lashes. Her skin was pink and striped from the embrace of the whip. I tenderly ran my fingertips over her back and down over her ass, giving her a moment of rest before I began on her breasts. Tenderly I ran my fingers down her outstretched arms, past her damp armpit and over her breast. It was time to remove the clamps. Tess clenched her teeth as I released the pressure on the first clamp. I took her nipple into my lips and soothed it with my warm tongue. Her entire body stiffened in anticipation of the pain as I removed the second clamp, but I again consoled her nipple and breast in my lips. Her breasts now unfettered, I picked up the same whip that had stroked her back and took my position. Tess seemed to know what was to come and arched her back, almost inviting the stroke of the leather, bold even in submission. I drew the leather thongs across her firm breasts for the first time. Tess wrenched, then thanked me. Again I lashed her, her breasts freely swinging from the impact. "Thank you, Sir," she breathed. Another lash, over her breasts, the tips of the thongs stinging her exposed ribs. A biting shot to her soft belly, the next stinging her erect nipples. With each lash I felt myself become yet more aroused. Tess' breathing, her "thank you's" driving me to continue. Tiny rivulets of moisture ran from Tess' underarms, her entire body now damp with perspiration. Such an erotic olfactory cocktail I had never knew could exist. Tess strained in vain at the cuffs as I finally completed twenty lashes. I turned away from Tess and left her alone for a couple minutes as she now stood nearly limp. I returned and placed my lips near her ear. "I'm going to fuck you, Tess." "Yes! Yes, Sir, fuck me, "She whispered." Reaching between her legs I massaged her pubic mound, my finger quickly discovering her moist slit. Tess, as before, pressed herself to my hand as I energetically stroked her anxious clit. I pressed my face to her underarm, soaking up her natural aroma, then moved to take her nipple in my lips. Tess swooned in pleasure as my tongue tenderly nuzzled her aureole. I somehow resisted the urge to take her at that moment, right there, on the floor. I squeezed my lips to hers and immediately sucked in her tongue, it being at least a minute til we broke off our contact. I didn't want to leave her for a even moment, but finally walked across the room to loose the rope which held her hands above her. Returning to her, I unfastened her wrists and the links which held her ankles apart, kissing her supple belly as I knelt before her. "On your knees, Tess." Moments later she knelt at my feet, head bowed, hands placed behind her neck, and legs spread to expose her sex. "Unzip my pants and take my cock out, Tess." Her hands moved deliberately to my crotch and slowly slid the metal tab downward to it's full extent. Her soft fingers reached in found my stiff member and slid it out. She immediately began to stroke the tip of my cock. "Tess, you've not been given permission for that. Place your hands behind your head and then take the tip of my cock in your lips." I'm not sure who was more tortured at this moment, but the game we played was sublime. She leaned toward me and so sensually slid her lips about the tip of my firm cock, her tongue soon teasing it. "Stroke it with your tongue, Tess." She extended her moist tongue and stroked the length of my dick, circling the tip each time she reached it. Over and over she repeated the moves til I was ready to explode. "Take me deep within your mouth, Tess, and do not move a bit." Obediently she engulfed my cock within her warm moist mouth and then knelt motionless as I came down a notch. "Move, Tess, make me come." Arms still held behind her head, she began to move her head in deep strokes. Turning, licking, urging me to come, until finally I gave up my warm load within her lips. My knees were weak with pleasure as I delicately stroked her hair. "That was wonderful, Tess, thank you. It is now your turn." I picked up a couple pieces of loose rope and led Tess to the bed that I kept at the studio for those late nights. Her cuffs still in place, it took little time to have her bound spread-eagled on the bed. "Tess, I'm going to kiss your toes, and then my tongue will continue up your legs, stopping everywhere that seems....interesting. When my lips finally meet yours, I'm going to fuck you." "Yeeesssss," Tess breathed" It would be all I could manage to restrain myself for such a period of time, but the suspense would no doubt be worth it. I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my shirt, and slipped my jeans off. Sliding onto the bed I planted a tender kiss on Tess' toe, soon covering her feet with tender kisses. My tongue moved slowly to her ankle, up her calf to her knee. I retreated to her other leg and repeated the process, this time moving past her knee licking the salty perspiration from her silky thighs. Tess' hips reached to meet me. I teased her for some time, kissing her thighs as my hands reached under her ass, kneading it much to her satisfaction. My lips tempted the soft curls between her legs for some time, pulling at her hair with my teeth, before I finally penetrated her moist tunnel with my tongue. Tess moaned deeply as I pressed deeper and deeper, finally finding my tender target. Tess pressed her clit against my tongue as her limbs strained at the ropes which held her down. Her hips began to gently writhe in pleasure and her breathing deepened as I continued my assault. "Yes," Came the whisper from her lips, "Yesss". Her tone changed to a pleading, "No", as I pulled away and continued upward, tracing my tongue over her supple belly and teasing her navel, upward to her firm breasts. I took Tess' nipple in my lips and began to suck it, then nibble it til it became firm. I moved to the other and took it delicately in my teeth, telling her that I was going to bite it. Finally I took it as with the other into my lips and soothed it. Upward to Tess' neck and earlobes as my stiffened cock began to rub against the creamy skin of her thigh. Tess' sighed in pleasure as my tongue caressed her neck, my breath soft in her ears. Finally, her neck straining to meet me, our lips met. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth as Tess strained with every muscle to free herself from the bonds that I had placed. I wanted her! Quickly I reached up and loosed the ropes which held her wrists. Another quick move and her ankles were free although still cuffed. My lips returned to hers as her arms finally held me. Two people could have not been more entertwined than we at that moment. Tess' hands soon found my cock and guided it into her warm moist vagina. I slid easily within her body, soon feeling the subtle contractions of her vaginal muscles. We held each other tightly without moving for quite some time, simply enjoying the long awaited contact. My hips began to move almost uncontrollably thrusting my cock deeper into her warm tunnel as Tess wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her. Her hips pressed to meet mine, sighs soon turning deep moans. Our lips pressed tightly together, we held each other tighter and tighter as we moved with only one thought toward climax. Finally in an explosion of mutual pleasure I loosed my warm load into her waiting cavity as her orgasm peaked. "Oooo, thank you, Sir," She moaned as we collapsed together on the mattress. Our lovemaking continued for some hours, but the intensity...the excitement of a new partner, that first time was hard to match. Morning found us still in each other's arms as the reality of the new day set in. I led Tess to the shower and pulled her in with me. I covered her body with soap, massaging every slippery inch that I could reach. Soon our bodies, slippery with lather, were sliding against each other, exploring new ways to bathe. Tess took my slippery cock in her soapy hands and massaged me til I came one more time as my finger probed her slit. We emerged and my sweet slave toweled me off before drying herself. "Is there anything else, Sir," She volunteered, before dressing. "You may dress, Tess, but no undergarments." Tess slid her skirt on, followed by her blouse, the buttons finally closing the curtain on her tender body. A few minutes later we stood by the door, our meeting finally coming to an end. It was then that Tess dropped to her knees before me, placed a kiss on my crotch and softly spoke. "Will you be requiring me again tonight, Sir?" -- +--------------' 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> /