Message-ID: <797eli$9705131414@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: Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: Seductions 5/Mr.Spraycan Disclaimer: Adults only. 'Not much' resemblance to real or historic persons, places, etc., is intended. Experiment in linear writing. Copyright (c) 1997 by Baton Rouge Thoughtscapes and its author, Mr.Spraycan, who chooses to remain 'anon.' Do not repost, store on public sites without permission. No commercial use is warranted. For personal use and/or entertainment purposes. Visit the Spraycan site: for much more 'stuff.' Note: Continuation w/overlap from "Seductions: 1," to be found free at the website (5/5 thru 5/15 only.), and Pts. 2 through 4, filed here. SEDUCTIONS 5 By MrSpraycan It's going well with sweet Maria. She's now ready to progress quickly from sex -- which she loves so much -- to submission, which she desperately needs to experience to the full. I sense that she'll need quite a lot of discipline, and it may need to get quite rough to hit her wavelength, judging by her prior experiences with clumsy blue collar, macho men. Spanking her backside and breasts has just been a beginning. She's a lovely creature, and though I'm quite happy to hurt her a little in the interests of liberation, I'm concerned enough about her welfare that I am going to be extra careful not to injure her. Now's the trickiest part. Now we're both freshly showered, as clean as can be, I lead Maria from the bathroom, and off to my bedroom. She's not in any need of persuasion, though she does cast a glance at the computer set-up again. I'd shown her the digital photos I'd taken of her yesterday, before she left, and she'd been anxious to pose for more. Anytime, she said. I open the bedroom door, and she lets out a little gasp of surprise. I'd changed the sheets -- I do quite often -- to black silk, tidied up. But what gets her attention was the two tripods, the digital camera and a video, and the extra lighting I'd installed. And most of all, the straps and ropes that had been attached at the four corners of the bed, various intermediate places, and to the headboard. She turns quickly to me, and says nervously: "For me?" "Who else? You're the one who mentioned it, I think . . ." As she had, while I had cross-examined her about her sexual desires, dreams, fears. Bondage, being restrained in some way, fascinated her. "On the bed, Maria . . ." I tell her. "How do you want me?" she asks softly as she lowers herself onto the sheets. "Like this, or . . .?" "On your back, stretched out. Right, all the way. Legs wide apart, darling." She's not shy about this, stretching out wide, figuring that there's nothing at all to hide, any more. "Can you see it? My cunt?" she asks, blushing at her immodesty. I shake my head, and she stretches further. I start with her wrists, buckling them tightly into the heavy straps at corners of the bed. Then I draw her legs even further apart, and strap her ankles. These bondage toys are a great investment, and I'd bought the best, the heaviest I could find. I tighten everything up. She's a gorgeous sight: young, slender, pale, stretched out invitingly. Pinned like a butterfly in a collector's case. I add a thick belt round her waist, with ropes running out to the side. It'll stop her arching her back. To prevent escape you have to limit leverage. She's not going anywhere, no matter how she struggles. I stroke her breasts, twiddle her nipples a bit. She's breathing heavily, biting her lip in excitement. Her pussy is wet, and the scent is apparent to both of us. I take a few photos, and encourage her to speak. "Anything you like darling. You love bondage, so why not talk about that?" I get to hear quite a bit of unfocused rambling about childhood games, with neighborhood kids or her brother and his friends. In them she got to play a captured Indian princess, a spy caught by the Gestapo, Princess Leia, any one of a number of stock children's captive figures. I listen carefully for clues about molestation. They're there, but carefully hidden in abrupt transitions. I mean, wouldn't you expect it? Who could resist lifting a skirt, pulling panties down. Dirty boys' games. Who could resist? Not me. I start to focus the camera on her genitals, which are extremely photogenic today. Open, wet, pink. "You love to be naked, Maria, don't you?" "Oh, god, yes . . ." "Just for me?" "Oh, baby, yes . . . I want to give you everything . . ." "You're such an exhibitionist . . . ." "Yes! I have to . . ." "So, how would you like to go to a nude beach . . ." "I don't know, uh . . . with you? Yes. I'd love it." "It's an adult one, no kids allowed. Gets quite crowded after mid-morning. Now, sometimes women are a bit shy and just do topless the first time . . ." "Oh . . . ." "But not you, Maria. Agree?" "No, I mean, yes, I'd want to be completely naked!" "The guys usually are. And since it's adult only, they're inclined to be a little familiar, and you certainly get to see what they think of you. Lots of waving cocks." "Oh, I really want to . . ." "What we need to do though, is make sure you present yourself honestly." "What do you mean?" "What I say. Present yourself as what you want to be, a slut . . ." "How?" "Easy. Have you walk naked all the way from the car, skip the formalities. Your wrists cuffed behind you. And a dog collar on." "Jesus!" "That'll show them, eh?" She's looking at me anxiously, her eyes wide. "Do other women do that?" "Oh, a few. Not many, I admit. The ones who are slaves to dominants. You see one or two dike couples too, with the slave girl on a leash, I once saw one with the leash attached to a ring through her pussy lips . . ." She's panting, eyes closed. This, I know, has great appeal to her. "Oh baby, please, please . . ." "Like that idea?" I'm stroking her pussy now. "Yes. You've got to. Give me a dog collar I mean." "Sure . . .you've earned one." "Does that make me a slave?" "No, a dog. My little bitch. Only a signed contract makes you a slave . . ." "Then I want one! I'll sign, I mean it!" "Later today, then. But be very sure, Maria, because slavery is forever. Understand?" "Yes, I think so . . . a slave, oh . . ." She shivers delightfully. Then says: "Baby? Would you . . . ring me?" Even better. I do a keypad thing of her belly, place my ear to her left tit, and in a grandpa voice say: "He ll ll oo..." "You know what I mean," she laughs. "You monster." "I certainly would. You only have to ask in the right way." I pause. "I'd do it myself, but . . . No. We'd have to take you to one of those places in New York, the Gauntlet maybe. They'll do almost anything, if you're up to being naked in front of a stranger, and suffering a little bit of pain and indignity. I guess you are, though, baby." A much longer pause. She asks brightly. "Please, will you touch me? My pussy?" I do, massaging and teasing. She's quite close to coming, and being strapped to the bed really intensifies the sensations and emotions for her, I suspect. She shudders, as though she's been shocked, breaks out in a sweat, closes her eyes tightly and lets out a series of sharp grunts, then a long, low moan. It's a while before she gets her breath back to speak. I hold a sticky hand to her nose and she gasps: "That was beautiful! Did you like it?" "I love making you cum, baby. You know that. Like the scent?" "Mmmm." "Wish it was someone else's?" "Yes." "Because . . .?" "Because I'd want to lick her." Right. Last night I'd explored the general idea of lesbian sex with her. We were on my bed, with her masturbating, a vibrator in her vagina, her fingers busy with her clitoris. She'd told me, as I probed her with my suspicions about her sniffing habits, her love of licking her fingers, that she does lust after other women, sometimes. In an abstract, idealized sense, she says. Though there are some colleagues at the salon she finds very attractive. Which ones? She told me, several names. She was very honest about her interest, I thought. Quite open to the idea. Now I tell her: "I'd like to see that, Maria. Shall we try?" "Yes, well, maybe. What are you thinking?" "Well, it's kind of basic, sweetheart. I want to see you do it with another woman. Film you, too. So, maybe in a day or two . . .?" I tease her, starting to stroke her mons again. "Yes, oh, yes, if you can . . ." ". . . I'll see about bringing home one of my, uh, lady friends who has that particular inclination . . ." "Oh, will you? I . . . please, let's try it. I've got to!" No jealousy? I'm impressed. "Yes, you must. Perhaps it'll even be one of your colleagues from the salon." She stares at me, eyes wide. "Oooh! You wouldn't! Would you?" "I might. Let me think about it." Needless to say, I already have this mostly lined up. "What do you want me to do?" she says with a wicked little grin. "Hmmm?" "Oh, nothing special. Perhaps I'll just tie you to the bed like this, before she gets here. So she can look you over, feel you. Get used to the idea. Have you get used to another woman playing with your pussy, putting her fingers in your cunt. Like that?" "Oh, I'd love it," she sighs. "Then, let's see, she'll undress, very provocatively . . .Maybe let you smooch her backside, suck on one of her tits . . ." Maria is about to come again, and it's quite spontaneous. I'm not being very busy with my hand, at this point. "Then, she'll get up on the bed, kneel with her legs on either side of your head . . ." "Oh! Baby, please!" "Then, after you've had a good look and she's teased you a bit by rubbing herself, she can sit on your face and give you a firsthand taste of her pussy. Very messy, very excited, she'll be. Imagine it. A big hairy slit, just like yours, covering your mouth and nose, drooling. It'll be kind of disgusting, but too good not to enjoy. So you'll, ha ha, just lap it up, won't you?" "I promise, I will." "See? If you want to do sex with me, Maria, it's got to be dirty and perverted, hasn't it?" She's panting: "Yes, and that's how I want it too." "Good, it's a deal then. Just wait . . ." She comes, just as ecstatically as the first time. Delightful. I begin to unfasten her ankles, loosen the belt round her waist. She protests: "No, you can leave me like this, it's so good . . ." "We have other things to do, Maria," I say firmly. "Now, help a little. I want your legs up over your head." She's light enough that I could do this without participation, but it's always good to enlist a sub's help . . . She kicks and stretches at the right times. Soon her ankles are strapped firmly in two leather loops at the far ends of the headboard. What a sight! Bottom up, thighs spread wide, her entire underbelly at my mercy, her labia swollen, pouting. Being bent backward like this makes it harder for her to breathe, and she now has a view of the world that consists largely of her own breasts, belly and the delights between her spread thighs. Photos are taken, and I make a few more preparations. Some straps round her knees, with ropes leading to the sides of the bed, to provide a bit more tension there. A wide webbing strap across her midriff, pinning her down. "Good view?" I tease her, looking down, my face framed between her legs. "It is for me, darling." She smiles bravely, and tells me: "It's kind of uncomfortable. What . . .?" I shush her and raise a hand. I show her a big leather paddle. "For your backside." She swallows, nods. "Yes." Another smaller paddle. "For your vulva, darling . . ." She gulps, and I see her eyes water. A thin riding crop. "The inside of your thighs, and perhaps, if you're a very good girl, your labia . . ." "Oh, god!" she whimpers. I smile in my best kindly doctor fashion. "It's good for you, having your backside punished. Just think how much you liked me doing it before. It got you very, very hot, Maria. And you know, you said you've read it somewhere, remember? That it's quite pleasant to have your pussy lightly punished. Well, I have to agree with that. So . . . are you ready?" (to be continued) Copyright (c) 1997, Mr.Spraycan [Part of Work In Progress, provisionally "Just Like Don Giovanni's Blues."] Halleluia, halleluia!!! MrSpraycan has a full service website: Adults only, and guaranteed to blow your mind . . . A place where you can get much more of this and other fine erotica. 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