Message-ID: <954eli$9705271556@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 (the poetic one) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: ARCHIVE: Breaking Paula's Limits, Part 1 - D/s, M/f, cons. bond BREAKING PAULA'S LIMITS, part 1 She was kneeling, her hands clasped behind her neck, breasts thrust forward, back straight and head held level, eyes cast downwards. She didn't dare look into his eyes, knowing that if she did so, she would see the love there and her posture might melt along with her resolve to go through with the coming ordeal, and she knew this would displease him. She had agreed to the week-ends experiments, even before he had informed her just what they would consist of. They had managed to steal some time together only very rarely, and this being only the third time they were actually face to face, it still unnerved her somewhat to be in his presence. But the first meeting had been touched by their "games", the second had incorperated a few more, and now, as he had told her, it was time for them to move on... to begin stretching her limits. They had been writing back and forth daily over the system, and once the meeting was set, he had finally sent her a long, detailed letter outlining the three "trials" he would be subjecting her to over the three days they would be together. Each was to be the centerpiece of that days activities, which would also include the usual hugging, cuddling and gentle love play that always gripped them whenever they met. And as she read the details of each of the up-coming trio of "tortures" she could feel her body tremble and her stomach churn, even as her sex began to moisten in delicious anticipation. Now she was kneeling before him, the first evening upon them, and all chance of withdrawing from the events out of her grasp. He sat in the chair across the room from her, watching her intensely. He was naked except for his shirt, which hung unbuttoned, and his tight, black briefs, but from his pose he might have been relaxing in some quiet private club somewhere. His feet planted firmly, his elbows resting on the soft, padded arms of the overstuffed chair, his fingers laced before him, eyes gazing across at her. She felt herself shift her weight slightly to counter a cramp that was beginning in her legs and she was grateful for the firm pillow which protected her knees from the careting. But she caught herself on the verge of a fidget and faught it off, determined to maintain the posture, to please him. She remained unmoving for an agonizingly long time, her eyes fixed on the floor just before his bare feet, desparate to cast her glance up at his face, to see what he was thinking, feel what he was feeling. But she merely took a slow, deep breath and remained as she was ordered. Finally, he spoke. "Paula, you know how much I love you. How much I want you. How much your body and being able to please you thrills me. I have always had the most intense fantasies about you... doing things to you... I think I could be perfectly content if I never came again, as long as I could make you cum whenever I wanted. I honestly think that would almost please me more." He fell silent, and she could feel herself gasp slightly, the ripples of excitement rumbling through her stomach and deep into her moist sex. After a long, contemplative moment, he spoke again quietly. "I know you want to please me... to turn yourself over to me, and you will never understand how happy that makes me. But for the longest time, I have had the most desparate urge to drive us both completely mad with the pleasure of your body... to do things to you that you never would have dreamed possible. And you will never know how grateful I am that you trust me enough to let me accomplish them now. I love you, Paula." She heard herself moan, her mind drifting on the soft sea of his words. It was like a drug to her, his ability to satisfy... to thrill her. And when she realized that she was now on the verge of an overdose of it, she began to shudder with anticipation, her nerves tight to the point of snapping. "Your trials will be divided into three parts this week-end. The first one will take place tonight. It will last for five hours. By the time it is over, you will be sobbing, hysterical, completely out of control and your body will have cum so much you won't know anything but that cumming. You will rest most of the day tomorrow, and late tomorrow afternoon, you will have your second trial. It will last for six hours, and will make tonight seem like nothing. The night after that, you will endure seven hours of... activities... and by the time we part, you will be a different person." She could feel her sex clench at these words and the fluids pooled on the rim of her shaved lips, forming droplets that tickled her and excited her even more. Her entire body was shivering now, her wide spread elbows twitching, her breath ragged with fear and excitement. "I have taken great pains to prepare for this week-end, my love. All I ask of you is that you obey what you are instructed to do and enjoy yourself... Can you do that for me, my love?" "Oh yes, master" she moaned, her voice quivering. "Very good." He rose from the chair and moved to the center of the room, a few feet from where she knelt. She had noticed, when she first came out of the bathroom after having shed her clothes, that he had placed something there, but it was fully covered with a blanket so that she could see nothing more than a bundled heap on the carpeting. He bent down and she could see out of the corner of her eye that he was neatly folding the blanket and placing it asside, pausing to gaze down and inspect the something, there on the floor not five feet from her, but just out of the edge of her vision. "Stand up, please" he said, almost casually. She took a steadying breath and rose slowly to her feet, keeping her hands clasped behind her neck, her elbows spread wide. The motion of rising caused the first few drops of her moisture to flood from her and fall to the floor beneath her naked body. She felt that, if she could merely squeeze her legs together tightly, she might cum where she stood, but he had instructed her that she must always stand with her legs spread wide to prevent just such an occurance. "Turn this way" he said. She turned and finally saw it... the "thing". She gasped. It was a large, almost threatening contraption, about the size and general shape of a saddle, resting on the floor. Although it was covered with some kind of quilted padding, she could see that it seemed to be based on a very large barrel that had been split in half and laid over on it's side. She noticed that some sort of peddle had been fixed to the side at a slight angle, also heavily padded, and from underneath of which there trailed the as yet open and unused straps with buckles. She also noticed that at the other end of contraption were two large eyebolts just above the floor. But what focused her attention instantly and sent an apprehensive shudder through her was the crest that formed the top of the "saddle".... for there, near the middle, pointing upwards, were two massive dildoes. She could feel her knees begin to tremble and she pressed them back, hard, fighting to lock them before they buckled and toppled her over. He saw this reaction and quietly shushed her, calmingly. "It's all right. You won't be hurt in any way, I promise you. Now, come here please." With slow, teetering, shuffled steps she moved toward him and stopped when she saw his hand flick slightly in silent command that she was close enough. He turned to the bed that stood just behind him and turned back the thick comforter. Underneath she saw were laid out her "accessories", as he called them... the cuffs, the clamps, the other stimulators that he had used in both of their previous meetings to adorn and stimulate her body. He picked up the collar/cuffs and turned to her, casually gesturing with a crooked finger for her to approach. She stepped closer and when he swirled his hand slightly, she stopped and turned around. She knew without asking what he wanted. She unclasped her hands from behind her neck and lowered them to her breasts, cupping them and lifting them, as he had taught her to do during their second encounter. She could feel his almost naked body behind her and then the gentle pressure of the wide, leather collar as he slipped it around her neck and carefully buckled it into place. She closed her eyes at his touch and allowed herself the tiny disobedience of letting her thumbs steal up and lightly stroke the tops of her already tight, hard, throbbing nipples. She felt the collar buckled into place, snugly around her neck, and the coolness of the long, wide, leather strap that ran down between her shoulder blades. She felt his fingertips lightly touch her left elbow and she silently lowered that arm, pivoting it and raising her hand behind her back where he gently took it by the wrist and slipped the cuff over it, slowly buckling it into place, so that it rested in the small of her back. A touch on her right elbow brought that arm back as well, and it too was soon locked behind her. She could feel the tension in her shoulders and as she pressed down with her bound wrists, she could feel the collar pull back slightly, though so clever was it's design that she never felt the threat of choking. She had first worn this particular restraint on their second visit together, when he had kept her in it for over an hour as he explored every inch of her flesh with his fingers and tongue... Just the memory of that and the familiar sensation of this device caused her sex to contract once more, sending a fresh tingle through her. But then, she felt her wrists being pulled, slowly and steadily upwards behind her back, causing her to gasp and her body to bow out slightly. "Oh!" she uttered, as the pressure continued, the tension in her shoulders now beginning to turn into an ache as her wrists were raised further and further, her back bending in compensation, moving her slightly backwards, her breasts thrusting up. Just as she thought her arms would pull from their shoulder sockets, the pressure eased, but her wrists remained high up on her back and she could feel him rebuckling the long leather strap at this new position. Now her hands practically lay across one another and instead of meeting at the small of her back, her wrists were somewhere close to the middle of her spine. For a moment she thought she would collapse from the ache in her shoulders, but she felt herself pulled back until she was resting against his chest, holding her up. "Shhhhhhh" he whispered in her ear, soothingly, "relax... release the tension in your shoulders... let it go... just relax..." And then she felt his hands on her breasts, gently stroking them, his hands cupping them from underneath as her own had just a minute before, his thumbs now lightly stroking the nipples, causing her to shudder with the waves of pleasure that countered the tightness in her shoulders, easing it somewhat, helping her to release it and ebbing the tight ache down to a dull throb... "Are you all right, my love" he whispered quietly and she merely nodded, loosing herself in the sensations of the pain and pleasure which played back and forth through her upper body from her shoulders to her nipples... "Just relax" he cooed again and she felt him release her right breast, his arm drawing back, his left hand continuing to stroke and tease her left nipple, drawing all her focus there. Then she felt the pinch and pressure on her right nipple and opened her eyes, glancing down, startled. His right hand was carefully pushing the slide ring on the clamp which surrounded her right nipple, slowly edging it closed, pressing the grip of the clamp tighter... and tighter... until a throb radiated out from the tormented, sensitive bud and rushed through her chest. She moaned and again, her body shuddered. Again, he shushed her, as he reached slowly down the length of the chain that now hung from the clamp and lifted it, trailing it out until his fingers clasped the other clamp and raised it to where his left thumb continued to stroke her other nipple. The combination of the throbbing ache of her shoulders and captured nipple faught a battle inside her body with the waves of pleasure from the stroking of his thumb and she felt herself overwhelmed with the sensations, her mind beginning to loose it's focus. Then the other nipple was likewise captured and squeezed by the clamp until it too radiated a dull throbbing through her chest and down into her stomach. He stood behind her for a long moment, half supporting her, allowing her to adjust to these new sensations. Then he gently took her shoulders in his hands and pushed her upright again, centering her on her feet and slowly releasing her. She swayed a moment then found her balance and realized that her mind felt like she was drunk or drugged... the assault it was enduring was new and strange, and it reeled around, half-loosened from it's normal grip on reality. She felt him once more when he pressed his body against her back, causing her to open her eyes, her head rolling back. She felt his hand slip around her hip and press against her mons, pushing her hips slightly back... she could feel the hardness of his cock, under the soft, silken fabric of the briefs and she pressed on it with her ass, as if to capture more of that delicious feeling against her. Then she saw his other hand appearing from around behind her, and in his fingers she saw the weight... a cylinder shaped lump about the side of a lipstick, a small hook extending from it's upper end. She watched, fascinated as the hand swept around and in, in an almost balletic move, and she realized what he was about to do. She closed her eyes tightly and gripped them, steadying herself. She felt the chain which connected the clamps on her nipples begin to pull downwards, the pressure on her tight, sensitive flesh increasing as her breasts were pulled and stretched, new levels of sensations rippling though her, and then his hand withdrawing, and the weight tapping lightly against her stomach as it hung from the center of the chain. Again, she shuddered, and this caused the weight to bobble slightly, each move adding tiny additional tugs to her breasts. Now her entire upper body was alive with sensations, every inner and outer nerve screaming signals at her overloaded brain which retreated even further from the constant noise. She kept her eyes closed, letting the sensations roll over and through her, and did not feel the blindfold until it was almost down over her eyes and her vision blocked out... Now all she had to tell her what her next trial would be were her ears and her already overloaded skin. She felt his touch once more, this time far down on her left ankle, and instantly recognized the familiar grip of the ankle cuff being buckled there, followed quickly by the right ankle. She hoped that he would choose not to link them together this time, certain that if he did so, there would be no way she could maintain her balance. But then she felt his hands on her, one on her stomach, stroking lightly... the other on her ass.... Her sex clenched automatically, the tease of petting so close now, and she could feel her fluids pooling on her nether lips and beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. But the hands did not progress any lower... remaining on her stomach and gently cupping her ass... then the hand disappeared from her backside and the hand on her stomach tented, until only his fingertips were whispering over her skin, like a butterfly walking carefully along it's surface. She was just beginning to moan in torment and frustration when she suddenly felt his hand on her ass once more, now very low, quickly slipped between her legs, a single finger sliding easily under her, then curving and slipping, in one smooth motion, deep into her ass. She could feel the lubricant on it as the finger moved slowly inside her, coating her, preparing her. It almost slipped completely out of her when it was joined by a second and both slipped deep once more. Her whole body suddered wildly now, and she could feel her orgasm building rapidly, but before it hit, the fingers slipped from her and she moaned in frustration as the feeling peaked without a climax and began to drift down again, leaving a dull throbbing in her clit. Again, she felt him behind her, his hands gently gripping her shoulders as he turned her and slowly pressed her forward. She stumbled a few steps, then his hands stopped her and she felt herself being turned around. Once she regained her balance, she felt one of his hands leave her shoulder and quickly slip between her legs, pressing them outward. She spread her legs, planting her feet even further apart, and when his hand urged her forward again, she practically waddled in a wide, unfamilair stance. His hands gripped her, stopping her, and then she felt them pressing her down. She shifted her weight and as she began to sink, realized that she was now straddling the contraption. For a moment she lost her balance and was surprised at the strength of his hands as they gripped her shoulders, almost holding her up, then carefully lowering her until her knees were resting on the thickly padded pedals on either side of the device. The hands released her, and a moment later, she could feel the strap being looped over her left calf just below the knee and secured into place. The right knee was similarly secured soon after and she took a moment to examine the sensation of this new experience as best she could without her eyesight. It was like being held just above a soft, padded saddle drapped over a fencepost, and she idly wondered what it would be like if this thing could buck like a horse moving at a trot... then shuddered when she realized that perhaps it was made to do just that. She next felt her right ankle being moved close to the side of the device and the clicking of a link being slipped over the ring on her ankle cuff and the eyebolt on the contraption, securing that leg in place, once and for all. The left ankle was similarly captured in a few moments, and then there was nothing for a long instant. She took stock of her situation. Her hands bound behind her, tighter and pulled higher than ever before, the collar around her neck holding them up... her nipples clamped, the heavy weight pulling and tugging them every time her body moved... her legs securly bound to either side of this monster device... now what, she wondered... my God, now what. She did not have long to wait. She sensed him leaning down and then felt the belt slipped around her waist and quickly buckled tightly. This confused her because it was something he had never used before... but it's purpose soon became clear when she felt him tying lengths of rope to the rings on either side of the belt, and then the steady, slow pull downwards as the ropes were looped through additional rings on the sides of the contraption and he began to haul her down. She thought of fighting him, locking her legs and remaining fully upright in her kneeling, just to see what he would do, but she soon realized that he was much too strong and determined to allow her that little defiance, and she allowed herself to settle down and back... ...until she touched the dildoes... and she lurched up, instinctively against the downward pull of the ropes... but it was too little effort, too late... and she felt herself steadily drawn down towards them. She felt them pressing against her cleft sex, and she realized what was about to happen. She moaned and a sob of nervous thrill erupted from her throat as she felt the flexible monsters pressing against her, bending until one was pointed at her naked, oozing sex and the other pressed against the tight bud of her asshole. Instinctively she rolled her hips as if to dislodge them, but only succeeded in planting the tips more firmly at both her openings.... and then she felt them begin to split her and sink into her... impaling her. She moaned loudly as her body was penetrated, front and back and slowly felt the filling sensation of these giants in her sex and her ass... she could feel them bending slightly as they passed into her, feel them brushing against each other deep inside her through the thin membranes and then, at last, her bottom came to rest on the device and she could sink no further. She was fully impaled, more full than she had ever been in her life, her sex and ass stretched to their very limits by the monsters inside her. Her breathing was ragged now, and each breath was a whimper. She realized she was more helpless than she had ever been, and this time when she shuddered, she could feel the monsters tremble deep within her and she gasped with the overwhelming wash of sensations that roared through her. How long could she endure this, she wondered, before she began screaming with madness. But he must have anticipated this very effect, for she suddenly felt something pressed quickly against her mouth and slipping between her teeth... a gag... She whined sharply, as if in protest, since he had never gagged her before, but the straps were around her head and buckled tightly before she could gather enough of her wits to put up a decent struggle. She felt a wave of panic roll through her, then suddenly, it ebbed and she felt a strange calmness settling over her, as if her body, realizing that it was truly and utterly helpless had suddenly resigned itself to whatever awaited it. And it was all right. No matter what was done to her, no matter what sensations were battered into her body, it was all right... it was all.... correct... it was where she belonged. It was only with half of her remaining awareness that she felt something being pressed against her mons and secured into place on the contraption... a something that slipped between the naked lips of her sex, spreading them and coming to rest against her clit. A sharp tingle ripped through her and she wished that she could roll her hips forward, press against this thing and explode with the orgasm on which she had been hovering. But even this slight move was impossible. She only vaguely heard him moving around her, inspecting his handiwork, and then his lips pressing lightly, lovingly, against her ear in a gentle kiss before his voice whispered.... "...five hours, my love..." There was a long, tense silence.... then she heard a single loud click. Instantly, the monsters inside her leapt to life, vibrating wildly, shooting waves of stimulation through her like tingling fire. Her body lurched forward against the assault, only to press hard against the thing holding tightly on her clit which also roared to vibrating life. And an instant later, the two monster dildoes which filled her began to pump, like pistons, into and out of her body in succession, one sliding from her sex as the other plunged deep into her asshole, then reversing their assault. Her body lurched and the weight on the chain began to dance, sending little tugs and teases shooting deeply into her breasts. When the first swat of the many-tailed flogger slapped against her exposed and tender ass, she exploded in cumming which would last for hours... and began to scream... Coming soon... Part Two... Suspension. 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