Message-ID: <751eli$9705091745@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: Reborn, part 3 - D/s, bond., cons., M/f Reborn, part 3 What raced through her body at the light brush of his tongue over her clit in that single, delicate stroke was like the shadow of cuming, but not full, not developed. Her entire form moaned as the promised release evaporated back into the aching throb and she felt herself grow limp as if exhausted to the core of her soul. Somewhere far away, she heard him chuckle and felt him rise from the bed, hearing his soft padding as he moved into the bathroom and then returned a moment later. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel him, there, next to the bed, gazing down at her, open and naked and hairless and oh so desperate. "Now" he said slowly, his voice an almost cruel drawl..."time to rape your soul." She groaned as her mind raced of a starburst of a thousand mad images of defilement upon her body... but quickly it was pulled back. "Up onto your knees now, pet." She sighed, forced herself to focus on turning over and pushing herself up onto her arms. "Face the foot of the bed, look straight ahead." She positioned herself as directed, and suddenly felt light-headed, her body swaying slightly. "Close your eyes." She closed them and was suddenly aware of the tingles that rippled through her. Part of her longed to allow her hand to slide over her hip, a fingertip to slip between her now bare lips and touch that center of her lust. But it was as if he was reading her mind. "Hands behind your back. Don't move." She drew her hands together behind herself, the fingers of one hand taking tight hold on the wrist of the other. A few moments later she felt the weight of his knee beside her, and then the brush of something at the top of her head. Even before she realized it was a blindfold, it was settling down over her face, resting snugly against her nose and sealing out all possibility of relying on her eyes. Her body began to quiver, overwhelmed by implications of the control she was slowly giving up to him, piece by piece. And yet again, she was suddenly pulled from her reverie when she felt the first loop of the rope slipping around her wrist, followed quickly by another, and another, strung expertly back and forth, first over one wrist, then the other, each new loop drawing them closer together behind her... putting a light pressure on her shoulders, forcing her to arch her back slightly, thrusting her breasts upwards. When at last his hands withdrew from their work, she strained her arms and realized that her wrists were now completely bound beyond all hope of loosening. A flood of feeling, emotions and sensations raced through her.... of helplessness, vulnerability and surrender. She was truly experiencing something that she had only fantasized about for so long... now it was playing itself on her trembling, aroused, needy body. She felt the next rope slip around her thigh, just above her knee and she gasped as it was quickly tied tightly. Then, she heard and sensed as he moved around the foot of the bed and felt the other rope loop around her opposite leg. But even as she was settling in to this delicious new sensation she felt the rope on the knee opposite where he was pull suddenly, coaxing... demanding that she spread her legs. Pressing down she pushed them apart and for each inch she surrended, the rope seemed to demand more. When finally the urgent tug on her legs ceased, she was spread to her limit, the lips of her sex now standing open, tiny droplets of her arousal quivering on them, adding their own traces of stimulation to her aching and tormented lust. She felt him mount the bed beside her and when his fingers lightly brushed her cheek her head flinched causing her to gasp at the heat of his touch. "Shhhhhh, pet. It's all right. Everything is all right. Now, open your mouth.... open..." She whimpered and let her head lull forward slightly but quickly drew it up level and parted her lips to recieve the gag. It was startling to her, as it slipped between her lips, causing her jaw to part even wider, gaping to recieve it, slipping between her front teeth and lodging against the corners of her mouth. Even as she savored the rush of additional helplessness that flowed through her, feeling the straps that ran through the gag being secured tightly behind her head, she fleetingly wondered what color it was, secretly hoping it was bright red... marking her forver as the wanton sexual object she now longed to fully become. She knelt, spread, bound, gagged and swaying slightly on the softness of the bed, drinking in every throb, every ache, every need of her flesh. Yet inside herself she was consumed with warmth and tenderness, bathed in a bliss more complete than she ever thought possible. It was as if her heart and soul, those parts of her that have no physical form, were already bathed in a kind of endless orgasm of the spirit, detatched and finally, for the first time in her life, free. Instantly sensations roared from her nipples, like icy fire, flooding her body and causing her to snap upwards as if driven by some tremendous inner force. Her mind screamed at the tender assault and it was long moments before she realized it was his fingertips, lightly tracing circles on her nipples that was now adding to her torture. The wavs of pure pleasure coursed through her, causing her to tremble, which made the drops of her lust at the lips of her sex dance, and they too sent tiny shocks of pleasure through her. She felt her orgasm begin to tremble through her stomach, her sex clenching, struggling to capture that release, feeling it begin to well... And then, suddenly, from one nipple, came a startling rush of feelings... as the clamp slowly closed down, pressing it, causing it to throb now, in time to the racing beat of her heart.. sending pulses of pleasure through her. She felt the brush of the heavy chain attached to the clamp against her stomach and then her second nipple joined the first in tortured, delicious, clamped torment. She was moaning now, a low, constant tone through the muffling gag... her body swaying slightly back and forth, causing the chain on the clamps to rock against her skin, adding tiny tugs to each nipple in turn. She was higher in her lust now than she had ever dreamed was possible without release, and still her arousal was climbing, soaring upwards. When his fingertip gently brushed against the tight bud of her ass, that purely virginal portal, she yelped at the explosion of new and overwhelming consuming sensations, her body jolting up straight. But his touch merely danced, lightly, in slow circles, over the innocent, sensitive spot of flesh, and she sank into a sound that was half sob, half plead. Now her body was facing two points of torment... from her always tender nipples and her untouched asshole, which shot bolts of pleasure through her, like some massive circuit of sex. Then she felt something pressing against her virginal bud, and her body went rigid... as the first of the tiny, cold, steel balls on a long, thin cord parted the opening and sank into her, contacting nerves that had never in her life before been touched. The spasms racked her form, causing her to lash in sharp jolts as one after another the tiny invaders penetrated and filled her... When at last they stopped, she had vaguely thought she felt six or seven of the demonic, tormenting spheres lodged deeply in her. With every move now, they brushed and stroked against her inner walls, awakening new rushes of pleasure. And she was sobbing now, she suddenly realized, aware of the light streak of tears cupped against her cheeks by the blindfold. She longed to wail her soul into infinity in a long, triumphant cascade of sound, but the gag merely vibrated against her lips, allowing a tiny trickle of moisture to leak around its edge and create a tickling trail down the corner of her mouth to her chin. Oh God, she thought, what must I look like... what whorish, wanton thing must I appear to be.... helpless... hungry.... safe.... loved.... perfect... And then, at last, at long, long last, she felt the press of something, anything, please dear God, against the lips of her sex, pushing up against her, invading those wanton lips, causing them to gap wide now to recieve it, as it flowed slowly up into her... it was hard and soft and stabbed, slowly, deeply in her secret center like a knifeblade through the last particle of her innocense and she welcomed it with a fresh scream of joy into the muffling gag, feeling it slide deep, filling her, inch by tortured in, feeling it press against the flesh inside and cause the tiny spheres deep in her ass to roll with it. And just as she felt it touch her deepest possible place, filling her completely and stretching her to the limit that her mind and soul and lust could endure, it suddenly shuddered and began to vibrate madly, deep in her sex... and she screamed as the first orgasm exploded through her, all the sensations from nipples and ass and sex and gag and bondage and sightlessness erupting in one searing moment of release that rolled through her, sending her flying out of her flesh as it burned away around her. And even as she began to tumble forward, unable to withstand the assault, her body now one massive fireball of cumming, she felt his arm catch her, holding her up, drapped limply over it. And when his fingertip swiftly slipped between the lips of her sex and gently found her clit in slow, light circles, the second explosion of cumming ripped through her... and even before it ebbed came the third... and the fourth.... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * She drifted, lost in her own universe, driven there by the eruptions that racked her flesh... She was only vaguely aware of him untieing her legs, and laying her gently onto her back... of her legs being raised up and secured, wide and separate, to the opposite corners of the headboard... of the tormenting object being slipped from her sex, leaving her feeling open and empty... of the weight of his own body poised above hers. Only when the blindfold was slipped from her, and she gazed up at him with bleary, unfocused eyes, did she realize that this moment had arrived... And as his cock brushed against her sex, and slowly filled her, their eyes locked together, the entire universe reduced to this coupling... did she bid farewell to the last of what she was, and savored the birth of what she now was.... his.... body and soul.... his.... And this time, when the cumming struck her, it burned them both away to ash and vapor... E-mail with comments: MarArch@ix.netcom.com -- +--------------' 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> /