Message-ID: <12093eli$9806121120@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Time Of Possession - 11/? - Wife D/s Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated 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: <3580b39d.14910192@nntp.ix.netcom.com> (NOTE: I have been told there is some trouble with all chapters of this story appearing on all newsgroup servers. The entire story so far can be found acrhived at: http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/jun.html Other of my works can be found at: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/jon_thompson_3/adult01.htm Thank you) Time Of Possession part eleven by MarArch Ralph sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch, legs splayed, not even having bothered to tie his robe closed. What would be the point? There wasn't anything about him that she hadn't already seen, already touched, already driven half-crazy with pure, white hot lust. He leaned back with a sigh and listened to her bustling around in the kitchen, and a smile played out along his lips. She was amazing, this Donna. Unlike anyone he'd ever met before. She was lovely, sexy, commanding, fun, playful and he could tell just from looking into her eyes that she really did care for him. Oh, not like a lover, but some strange combination of lover, friend and.... mother, he realized, the thought surprising him but causing him to emit a low chuckle. Yes, even a mother. But even though he felt so comfortable and relaxed with her, it still bothered him. There was something missing, something nagging the back of his mind that he knew he had to have an answer to. "Donna?" he called out. "Yes, Sir?" she responded, above the clink of the dishes being loaded into the washer. "Can I ask you a question?" A few moments later she was in the doorway, her own body covered only with one of his white dress shirts, loosely buttoned, leaning on the doorframe, her hip thrust out in a casually sexual pose. "Yes Sir" she cooed, smiling wickedly at him. The one he sent back at her was warm and full of affection. "Why are you doing this" he said, simply. "Doing what, Sir" she said, sounding genuinely puzzled. "This." His hand came up in a vague circling gesture. The smile faded as she realized he was serious and her posture straightened, still relaxed but no longer so outrageously coquettish. "I'm sorry, Ralph" she said quietly "I really can't tell you. It's private. But I have my reasons." He nodded slowly and let his head sink back against the seat of the couch. She seemed to hesitate for a long moment then moved across the room and settled down, kneeling over his legs, her warm pussy nestling against his semi-limp cock as she drapped her arms around his shoulders, causing him to raise his head to look at her once more. "Ralph, darling... I would like to tell you. Honestly I would. But please trust me when I tell you that's something you shouldn't get involved in. Just trust me. That's all. Just trust me." He nodded dully, his focus shifting back somewhere inside of himself. She could feel the pain welling up inside him once more and she knew it wasn't about her or her motives... it was for his wife, the wonderful young woman that he thinks he's lost, that he loves, that's a massive part of his life. Well, she thought to herself, he's certainly got a surpise coming, if I have anything to say about it. I just hope he knows what to do with it. She reached to take his face in her hands, giving it a little, playful shake, bathing him in her smile and leaning down to kiss him. His lips were warm, firm but yeilding and she had to fight the urge to open her own, brush them with her tongue. He did, she admitted to herself through the sigh that escaped her, turn her on so. The doorbell suddenly buzzed and she ripped her mouth from his, leaving him almost breathless, having just begun to slip into the kiss. "She's here!" Donna squealed, happily, and pushed herself up, rushing from the den. "Who is?" he called after her, even as he began to rise, almost stumbling and reaching for the loose tie on the robe. "What's going on?" "You'll see!!!!" she called at him from somewhere near the front door. Ralph shook his head, blew a breath of air from bulging cheeks and flopped onto the couch, arranging the robe to cover himself modestly. Donna stepped back through the open doorway and stopped, her face beaming. "Sir" she said, theatrically "may I present my own, personal property, my number one slave, slut, the wettest piece of ass and the best pussy licker this side of Venus...." She stepped aside, arm extended and a young woman appeared in the doorway. Ralphs eyebrows rose as he saw how delicate she looked, willowy, her long dark hair cascading down over her shoulder, large doe eyes peering around in wonder. She wore a simple blouse and jeans, but over her shoulder she had the strap of a large, clearly heavy duffle bag. "Slave" Donna said to the girl "this is Ralph. Say hello." The girl looked at Ralph for a moment, almost smiled and then her eyes dropped and he could see a deep blush rise in her neck and cheeks. "I'm honored to meet you, Sir" she said, her velvet voice so low it seemed to Ralph that she had thought at him, rather than spoken. Donna's face was glowing with excitement as she pointed to the center of the room. "Put it down there and then strip. We've got a lot to do today" she said. The girl nodded and made to move past her but suddenly Donnas arm caught her shoulder, pulling her close, her lips falling to meet those of the girl as they automatically turned up to recieve the kiss which, Ralph saw, was warm, gentle, loving, electric and sensual at the same instant. He felt his cock twitch at the sight and found himself averting his gaze, reaching absently to redrap the robe over his crotch. The kiss broke and was seasoned with a loving squeeze and then the girl was stepping to the indicated spot where she shifted the bag off her shoulders and placed it on the floor. Immediately, no hint of shame or hesitation, she was unbuttoning her blouse. Ralph turned to Donna and furrowed his brow, silently asking what was going on. She merely pinched her face playfully back at him, nodded slightly that he should just wait and then turned with him to watch the girl strip off the blouse and jeans revealing a perfect and smooth nude body beneath the two garments. In one fluid motion she eased herself down to her knees and assumed a relaxed, almost reverent and submissive posture next to the large, heavy bag, back straight, eyes down, hands resting upturned on her thighs. Donna smiled with pride. "Isn't she perfect" she sighed. Ralph smiled "I'll take a dozen." "Sorry" Donna said, airely "there's only one. And she's mine." Ralph chuckled, turning to the girl. "It's very nice to meet you.... say, what's her name?" "Melissa" Donna sighed. "It's very nice to meet you, Melissa." "Thank you, Sir." "So" Ralph said, turning an amused but puzzled gaze back to Donna "what's all this about, anyway?" Donna moved to kneel beside Melissa, zipping open the heavy bag. "This is all about going through a lot in a very short time, so pay attention, baby. Here, catch." She pulled something from the bag and tossed it at him, making him flinch, thrust groping arms out to clumsily scoop it in, where he turned it around and looked at it. It was an oversized paperback. His expression became one of sheer disbelief as he looked back at Donna. "The Boy Scout Manual?" "Page 172" she said and began pulling yard after yard of soft, white nylon rope from the bag. Ralph sighed, shook his head in disbelief and flipped through the pages, folding the book open finally to realize he was staring at the section on knot tying. He threw back his head and laughed, even as Donna scooped up some of the rope and stood next to Melissa. "Now then" she said "I want to see this lovely young woman trussed up in the most erotic, nasty, helpless, vulnerable way your dirty, hard, hot cock driven mind can think of." Ralph struggled to surpress a giggle. "Or else?" Donna scowled at him, playfully. "Or ELSE, Mr. Smart guy, she and I take turns raping your cock while you eat our pussies..." "Oh my" he gasped, feeling his cock stirring and beginning to swell. "...which we're going to do anyway" Donna said off-handedly "but then you won't really learn anything, now will you. So. Chop chop. Get that sweet, tight, smooth ass of yours over here and possess this lovely creature." Ralph felt a flush of warmth and affection for this marvelous woman well up in him, drew in a deep breath and rose from the couch, stopping only momentarily to scan the book before moving slowly, like a stalking animal, across the room.... Throughout the rest of the day and long into the night he experimented on the obedient and pliable Melissa, always with Donna hovering, encouraging, pointing out a better way when he would go astray in his attempts with the rope or the crop or the flogger, giving him a proud hug whenever his growing instincts would produce something she hadn't thought of herself. He recieved his first taste of many things that long night, many forms of producing pleasure and pain in the body of a woman. And even as his hands grew slowly more relaxed and sure, he could see the cloudy, dreamy look in Melissas eyes growing, her soul sinking into a blissful state of passion and thoughtless, pure sensations and he knew that he was the cause, the author of her bliss. By the time the world had grown silent and deep in slumber he stepped back from Melissa and looked down at her. She was snugly hogtied, her torso upturned, facing the ceiling, her arms lashed almost touching behind her, pressing against the carpeting, with a variety of knots along yards of rope. Her calves were laid alongside her forearms and they too were bound tightly, causing her body to bow obscenely, invitingly. The hood he had selected covered her entire head and locked into the collar at her neck. The skin of her flat, smooth stomach almost glowed bright red with the effects of the floggers he had used on her and he smiled with a wicked pride at the way he had arranged the nipple clamps so that the thin cord they were tied to ran around her body and anchored to her big toes. Whenever she flexed her feet he could see her breasts stretched slightly and the heave of her chest as she would gasp in response. Of all the positions he'd had her in over the past hours, Ralph liked this one the best, he decided. Donna sat on the floor nearby, watching intently, her own breathing deep and tight, a blush at the sight of her beloved in this sweetly agonizing condition clearly rippling through her, causing her own clit to throb in response. "I have to say" she breathed "I am impressed." "Thank you" Ralph said, feeling the warmth of a blush of pride in his face. "The way you have her. It's extreme but well balanced. She could stay like that for a long time." Ralph turned and smiled down at her. "I have a wonderful teacher" he said. She looked up at him, her eyes beginning to glisten with wetness which she quickly blinked away before turning her gaze back at Melissas helplessness. "Well, we've only just started. We've got three more days of very intense training to give you. By the time I get through you may not be an expect, but you'll be able to give anybody a run for their money." Quickly she rose to her knees and directed her gaze at him. "Now" she said "last thing for the night." "Yes?" Donna grinned wickedly. "Think of it as a kind of exam." She looked back over at Melissa, her voice low, almost a growl of lust. "Make her cum... but!" She looked back at Ralph, the smile now challenging..."you can't touch her." The expression that crossed his face made her burst with a sharp laugh. "Oh come on... you can do it... just follow your instincts" she said, encouragingly. Ralph stared at her a long moment, then turned to stare down at Melissas tightly bound, tense body. He moved slowly, circling her, drinking her in, feeling the heat of her, the glow of her, sensing her arousal. Then slowly he lowered himself to the floor beside her and reached out with a hand, spreading it flat and bringing it to within an inch of her skin, slowly drawing it over her body, tracing the contours of her flesh. He could feel the warmth of her glowing up against his palm and as his hand drifted, sailed over her mons, slipping like fog over her pussy he thought he could feel her shudder. Slowly he withdrew his hand and let his body recline, turning as he did so, until he was lying on his stomach beside her, his face close to the side of her hooded head. Donna watched his gaze focus on her, through her, deep into her unseeing eyes and felt herself tense slightly with that sweet anticipation as his face edged closer to Melissa's hooded head, his lips now barely an inch from where her ear would be... and then he was whispering to her, so quietly Donna couldn't hear a single sound. But as his lips slowly worked, his gaze fixed on Melissa, Donna could see Melissas breathing begin, slowly to deepen, her ribcage swinging wide with each deep inhale. She watched, fascinated, as Ralphs body seemed to tense, drawing closer, becoming more urgent, more vital as the words poured slowly from him into the bound girl, wherever her mind now was. He breathed into her, his thoughts, his commands, his desires, his will... and Donna could see Melissa slowly bathing in it, absorbing it, sinking beneath it. Donna saw Melissas body slowly arch even higher in the tight bonds, her nipples pulled by the cords, then slowly relax for one long, deep breath, and slowly strain up once more, setting a slow, deep rhythm of coaxing sensations from his nipples, her arms, her bound limbs, her mind, her soul as he must have been ordering her, demanding her, allowing her. It was dreamlike, the slow, pulsing rhythm of her flesh as she worked in the bonds, rocking and stroking, as if she herself was fucking a pure spirit whose motions were measured in millenia. Donna could feel her own pussy, slick with the radiated heat of the lovers before her eyes, begin to clench and loosen in time to the movements of her beloved slave, even as Ralph leaned slowly up, forcing himself up onto his arms until he hovered above her, formed his lips into a loose "o", leaned in almost to her flesh.... and breathed hotly onto the captive womans nipple. Melissa sucked is a deep, rich breath, bowing her body beneath him, straining out with her soul to catch the carress of his breath upon her, even as he began to float, suspended above her, down along her stomach, the heat of his silent commands flowing from his lips to her glistening, tingling skin. With agonizing slownness he moved, crawling, drifting, breathing onto her until he nestled, floating down between her thighs, his lips now an angels kiss away from her pussy. His eyes slid closed and he drew in her scent and fed it slowly, lightly, hotly back over her clit, the very air becoming his impliment of her pleasure. And Donna could see Melissas breathing matching his, their two bodies swaying in rhythm of his control, as if their souls alone had coupled in a delicate, deep dance of ghostly lusting. It seemed to go on for eternity, slow, unchanging undulations of not quite touching lovers a thousand miles away from the world, wrapped together in some spirit world... and then, slowly, Ralph lifted his head and growled a single word... "Cum." And on his next warm breath against Melissas clit her body arched, head quivering, and jolted sharply... once... twice... three times.... before sagging down, limp within her bonds, with a profound and conclusive sigh..... "God" Donna hissed, and reached for her own throbbing clit. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----