Message-ID: <12014eli$9806091109@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Time Of Possession 8/? - Wife, D/s (Another server screw up?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage 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: <357d47d4.89674154@nntp.ix.netcom.com> Time Of Possession part eight by MarArch "Straight" she said, her voice tolerant yet firm. Ralph instinctively felt his spine straighten, his head lift, his shoulders square, though his hands remained lightly placed on his folded thighs, relaxed and at rest. Donna sat in the chair before him, leaning back, legs crossed, fingers laced, eyeing him as he knelt, naked, on the floor at her feet. She had on her corset still but the thong and boots were discarded somewhere for the moment. "Do you feel silly, baby" she said quietly. "No, Miss" he said. "Why not. You're kneeling, buck naked in the middle of your own den, at the feet of some strange woman. You don't feel the least bit foolish?" "No, I don't." "So.... what do you feel." "I - " he hesitated, unable to find the correct words. "I don't know, Miss. Not foolish." "Happy? Aroused? Warm?" she asked. He did not respond but she could see from his face that he was probing his own reactions to this completely new situation. She smiled at him. "Well, don't worry about it for now, pet. We don't know what your nature is yet, do we. But we will. We will." She studied him for a long moment then... "What do you want, pet. Right this moment. What do you want." He hesitated only a split second. "My wife" he said, quietly. "Why" she said. "Because I love her. I need her." "In spite of everything she's done." "Yes." "In spite of all the pain she's caused you." "Yes." "In spite of the selfishness she's shown. The disregard for your feelings." "Yes." Donna nodded slowly, considering all this. "Well then" she finally responded with a sigh "we have a lot to do, don't we." She uncrossed her legs and extended a foot until it was pointed at his face. "Kiss" she said. Ralph leaned down, taking the heel of her bare foot gently in his grasp and brushing his lips along the top of the arch. A light sigh escaped from Donna as she felt herself relax into the chair, and then she felt his teeth, lightly raking the skin of her foot, the tip of his tongue tickling between the faint scratch they produced that rippled up her leg as a shiver. Her gaze fixed on him, now almost wary, as his lips trailed down toward her toes, and then they parted from her skin and he leaned back up, still holding her heel, his thumb gently stroking it. "Why did you do that" she said, a touch of amusement and surprise in her voice. "I wanted to make you feel good, Miss" he said and she could see the smile that he wasn't allowing to be displayed on his lips. "Did you." "Yes, Miss" he said, and now the impudent little puppy was actually smug, she thought. "Well, if that's the case" she said, lifting her buttocks and sliding down in the chair so her pussy rested just on the edge of the seat and spreading her legs "then you'd better do it properly." And now the grin flooded his face and he began to lean down onto all fours, his head approaching her openness. "Stop" she said, suddenly, sharply and though his body jerked to a halt and his gaze flicked to meet her, questioning, she could see the disappointment in his eyes. "Stand up" she said. He rose, his brows beginning to furrow in confusion. "Turn around." Slowly he rotated until his back was facing her. "Hands back" she said, reaching down beside the chair to scoop up the short length of rope she had placed there along with the other little items before he had arrisen that morning. Ralph slid his arms behind his back and grasped one wrist with the other hand. She smiled to herself, knowing that he was in for a bit more of a surprise than he must have been thinking. Deftly she took his wrists, pulling his hands apart and bending them, pressing them up and into the small of his back until the forearms crossed along their length. His body bent back slightly and he cried out in surprise and pain. "Shh!" she hissed, sternly, gripping both of his forearms in a single firm hand and quickly swatting his backside with a resounding crack. "Relax!" she said, forcefully. "I - it hurts!" he whined. "And it will as long as you fight against it, now relax!" The pain of the strained joints of Ralphs shoulders throbbed through him and he wanted to pull away, forcefully, knock her away, get to a safe distance... but instead he struggled to focus and will his muscles to unbind and stretch. The pain peeked for a brief moment but then it began to flow away, like a sound fading into the distance, and soon he was merely aware of the tightness, the sensation of restriction as he felt her expertly feeding the rope bewteen his arms and spine, over and over and drawing it tight, roping his arms together in place and immobile behind him. He felt odd, his chest forced out in an unnatural posture as he allowed his shoulders to ease back, the discomfort slowly dissolving to.... to what, he thought.... not pain any more... not even particularly unpleasant. Just an odd feeling... a helplessness that was, in a way, strangely appealing. "Now" he heard her say behind him "turn around". He slowly rotated in place and saw that she was once again leaning far back in the chair, her legs thrown up over the padded arms, her naked, smooth pussy open and glistening before him. "Now... please me, pet." He slowly, carefully lowered himself to one knee and even as he moved he felt a sense of gracefulness, his need to control each shift of weight and angle of his body as it descended, lest he topple over, forcing him to make each motion smooth and fluid, as if he were some sort of dancer. The wonder of the sensation, the realization that possibly for the first time in his life such a simple act was so much more significant than it had ever been before flooded through him and by the time he came to rest on his knees between her spread thighs, he felt a sense of glowing within himself of... what... pride? Wonder at his own grace? His eyes fixed on hers and she could see his startled confusion. "I know, baby" she said quietly. "It doesn't feel at all like you thought it would, does it." "No, Miss, it feels.... good" his tone full with surprise. "Good. Now, make me feel good, pet." Ralphs eyes fell to her pussy, flicked up to catch her own once more, briefly, then slowly, carefully, he bent over from the waist, until he could smell her arousal, feel the heat of her and finally scoop the tiny drops of her lust onto the tip of his tongue. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to loosen, melting down into the chair as the firm yet soft and flexible tip of his tongue slipped along the lips of her tingling pussy, oozed between them and found her clit. When it slowly, deftly, began to stroke back and forth over the tight, throbbing nub of flesh she felt herself shudder with the tingles that flowed through her body. "Oh baby, you know what you're doing, don't you...." she moaned, allowing the waves of tingling pleasure to sweep over her. "Don't spill a drop, pet... not a single drop..." and she allowed herself to float on the pleasure until she felt the icy-flaming stab of her climax shudder through her.... He was resting back on his haunches, his face beaming with pride and adoration when she slowly slipped her eyes open with a sigh. She saw him, kneeling there, glowing at her, and arched an eyebrow. "What" she said. "Nothing, Miss" he said, airily, his voice smug. "Oh" she said, hoping her tone was sarcastic instead of simply admiring "you like making me cum, do you?" "Yes, Miss" he said. "Why, because it pleased me?" "That too, yes." "But also.....?" He glanced down, a blush rising in his cheeks, before fixing her with his gaze again. "Also..... I'm good, Miss. I'm damned good at that." "Oh ARE you" she said, trying to sound cross but in spite of herself the laughter bubbled out and he joined her, the moment floating between them with a kind of magic. At last she moaned, stretched and pulled her ass back into the chair, straightening, becoming more business-like. "Now, pet, how are your arms." "Fine, Miss" he said, mild surprise in his voice at this admission. "You sure?" "Yes Miss. In fact...." Again the blush rose in him. "What, pet" she said, coaxing. "Well... I kind of like it. It feels... that is, it makes me feel.... I don't know. Something... something good." She emitted a wise sounding "hmmmmm" and stood. "Well, in that case..." She extended a hand and flicked it, indicating for him to rise. His face positively glowed as he planted a foot and pushed himself up to his feet, slowly, magestically. She turned and moved toward the doorway and he fell into step... no, more of a proud prance, he thought with an inner smile, behind her.... She looped and pulled the last of the knots tightly, then stepped back to admire her work. God, she thought, lust boiling up in her, how she wanted to own him, rape him, have him screaming and sobbing and hers. He was on his back in the bed, his still bound arms pressing into his spine causing his chest to bow up obscenely, his legs bent double and lashed tightly from upper thigh to ankle but spread wide and held in place by the rope running under the bed that pulled his knees outward. His mouth was held wide and sealed by the bright red ballgag and when she reached down to scoop the chain connecting the nipple clamps over her finger and lifted it until it tugged on him, the muffled groan that welled from him, the tightness with which his eyes locked shut and the straining arch of his body almost caused her to cum right there. But not yet, she thought. Not quite yet. She gently laid the chain on his chest and saw his body relax as the wave passed, his eyes opening, now not quite as focused as they were before and she grinned with her own smugness as she picked up the candle and lighter, igniting the wick and moved back to slip onto the bed, coming to kneel beside him. "So, pet" she said, her eyes fixed on the flame before her. "Are you scared?" He nodded his head sharply, a small whimper bubbling from him. She looked down at him, her expression probing him. "Are you? Really?" He hesitated and then his head shook, his face flushing. "Do you trust me" she said quietly. His nod was emphatic, even though his eyes were wide and doe-like. "Good" she said, and tipped the candle. His body arched and he shouted into the gag as the first drops of the molten wax splashed against his stomach, but she saw his already hard cock twitch and swell. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, beginning to stroke it lightly even as the wax pattered onto his flesh like burning, pure rain. She could tell when he was about to cum and she quickly slipped down to tightly pinch the root of his cock while she righted the candle, allowing him to drift on the overwhelming flood of sensations. As he began to calm and relax, she tipped the candle once more, drawing more screams... By the time she blew the candle out and gently released his cock, he was cooing quietly behind the gag, his eyes shut, his head lulling back and forth in slow, steady rhythms that seemed to match the pulsing swells of his hard cock. Quickly she scooped up the vibrator, already glistening with the lubricant and placed the blunted tip of it against his ass. He whimpered at the sensation but was not pulled back from his drifting. She turned the switch and the toy leapt to life in her hands. Instantly his body tensed, his head pressing back tightly into the mattress and slowly she pressed the invader against his virginal opening. "Relax, pet" she crooned "just relax and open... you can't prevent it... it's going to happen.... just relax and open and take it into you, take me into you, feel me fuck you, deep inside you and welcome me, pet.... take me inside, baby...." She pressed gently on the toy, slowly adding force and then she felt him relax and open and the toy was sliding into him and he was gasping and shuddering and whimpering and melting all at once as slowly his final sense of virginity flowed from him and into her, the toy slipping deeper and deeper until only the end remained outside his body. Quickly she shifted, lifting a leg and straddling him, holding the impaling impliment deep inside him with one hand, reaching out to lightly slap his face with the other. His eyes shot open and the expression they bore was that of an animal on the point of joy and death. "How does it feel, baby" she crooned, beginning to slowly stroke the humming vibrator in his ass "does it feel good?" His head thrashed, shook and nodded in sequence, confusion overwhelming him. "Your ass is getting fucked, baby, fucked so good..." He nodded sharply, every muscle tensing at the onslaught. "Just like Debras' ass got fucked, right, baby?" A sharp nod, then his eyes rolled back, head pressing hard into the mattress and the tears began to well and spill down his face. "Look at me, baby" she said, quietly but sternly "look at me." His eyes opened and fixed on her once more and there was the pain, flowing out with the tears, but not the pain of hurt or loss. This was the pain of growing understanding. "And you want it, don't you, pet. You want it so badly..." He nodded deeply, tears splashing into small puddles beside his head on the sheets. "You never knew, did you, baby... never knew...." He shook his head, violently, now the sobs starting behind the gag to flavor the flowing tears. "Look at me, baby.... Look..." She shifted, nestling down between his spread legs, as if in a hammock, facing one captured thigh, her own ass resting on the other as she continued to work the vibrator slowly, steadily, gently raping his now open ass. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, raising it and positioning it against her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you now, baby" she said, her voice low and hypnotic. "You're going to feel my cum flood over your cock, and you're going to spray your cum deep inside me." His gaze was fixed on her, but the tears flowed in rivlets down his face, the moist stain beneath his head growing. And she could see it in his eyes... his deepest core... his private, secret place where no one had ever touched, not even his wife whom he loved and cherished and thought he knew... he was open now, helpless and hers to take and possess and own and devour... "Do you want that, baby? Do you want that?" And the sobs burst forth from him even as his head snapped up and down, as if in the last act of a man dying in agony, pleading, hopeless... She pressed down just enough to pin the head of his cock against her pussy and leaned to slip her hand quickly behind his head, unsnapping the gag and pulling it free, tossing it aside, then her hand was back on his cock, holding it captured and hers to consume with her body. "Say it, baby... say it" she whispered. "I - LOVE - YOU!!!", the words boiling out as a desparate cry between the sobs and she plunged down, his cock filling her, splitting her, joining them as one flesh, one heart, one soul, one sensation... one undreamed, fiery, blazing, screaming, blinding of explosion of cumming... together... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----