Message-ID: <12665eli$9807022342@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr) Subject: ASSM--ruthie's story V Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories 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: <1998070212073500.IAA12453@ladder01.news.aol.com> ruthie's Story By LineMstr Chapter 5 ruthie began to dance nervously as the voices came closer to the corner. Soon they would be turning and coming toward us or going the other way. Fortunately, the card opened the door on the second try, and ruthie skitted in the doorway just as a group of men and women were returning from a night out on Broadway. She was breathing heavily, and starting to say something when I put my finger to my lips and motioned for her to keep quiet. The hotel room was nicely appointed... a queen-sized bed with a posted bedhead and foot as well, a dresser with mirror above it, a desk, a large chair with arms, a desk chair with a posted back and arms, and a low coffee table with legs in front of a loveseat. The windows, although now closed, looked out over 53rd street, and faced an office building across the street. Being nighttime, only cleaning people would be there. I had closed the curtains purposefully before I left earlier in the evening. I put a collar on ruthie, and uncuffed her hands. "Stay perfectly still, hands at your sides," I commanded. I put a blindfold on her. Next, I recuffed her hands to a "D" ring in the back of her collar, and pulled out a short spreader bar I had brought in my luggage. I attached the spreader bar to her collar as well, and used straps to bind her elbows to the eyehooks in the ends of the bar. I kissed her deeply before placing a ball gag in her mouth, buckling it behind her head. "Spread your legs," I told her. She spread them slightly, as if embarrassed. "WIDER!!" I almost shouted, in my most stern voice. She spread her ankles widely, making her pussy gape obscenely. Another short spreader bar was used to keep her knees well apart. "Turn around!" "Mmmmpphhh," she said through the gag, shaking her head as if to say she couldn't, or didn't want to. A swift bite of the crop into her ass caused her to take notice that I wasn't kidding. "Turn around!" I repeated. This time, she turned around slowly, waddling like a duck due to the knee spreaders. "Move forward till I tell you to stop." Again, "Mmmmppphhh," and a shaking of the head. Again, a swift bite of the crop in exactly the same place as before. It stung like a dozen bees on her ass, and she swiftly waddled forward. "Stop!" I said, when she was within a foot of the windows. "Now, I am going to open the curtains and show you to anyone who is looking from the street below, or from the office building across the street. I am going to punish you, and let them watch. You will stand where you are and do what I say! Do you understand?" "Mmmpphh," again, this time with a dejected nodding of the head, as it hung down in a pose of resignation as to what she had to do. I turned off the lights in the room, and opened the curtains wide. Looking across the way, I could see several cleaning crews tidying up the office building, and could see people milling about on the street below. I knew that they couldn't see into the room, but the cleaning crews were another matter. "There are several cleaning people across the way. Let's see how long it takes to draw an audience," I said softly. She responded by quickening her breathing, and humping over slightly, as if a futile attempt to partially hide her stark nakedness. "Stand up straight and stick out your tits!!" I said sternly, as I slapped her ass with the crop once again. This brought an immediate reaction from ruthie, as she stood like a British guard, her tits jutting out at maximum distance from her chest, and her nipples hardening into twin dots. As she stood erect, her pubis was pushed out as well, and her clit was clearly visible from between her widely spread pussy lips. She realized the scene she presented, was helpless to change it in any way. The shock of the nipple clips on her left tit was electrifying!! She bent over, only to be greeted with the crop on her ass again, and made meaningless pleading noises through her gag as the other clip was attached. But it was the fish weights that really brought her to full attention! The tit clips were the kind that tightened in response to increasing tension on them, so the adding of the weights to the chain attached to the clips only increased the tightness of the bite on her sensitive nipples. I counted each one as I placed it... ten in all. By the time she received the tenth weight, she was near hysteria... and was making noises into her gag of such an intensity that I had to add duct tape around the ball gag to stifle her noise. Taking off the duct tape would have its own torment later. "Now for the pussy clips," I teased. "MMMMMPPPHHH!!!!" she protested! First one pussy lip, then the other. Her struggles were met with the crop on her tits this time, and she quickly desisted. Then the weights... first one, then two, then three... each one being met with increased protests and different sounds from under the gag, although more muted than before. Tears began to well up in her eyes and trickle down under the blindfold, but she did not move from her spot. Another ten weights were applied to the chain attached to her pussy clips, each one adding its increased tension in the clips attached to her lips. By now, I noticed three or four shapes in the darkened windows across the way, obviously watching what was happening. "We have an audience," I whispered. "MMMpppphhhh!!" again... shaking her head, and she attempted to turn away from the windows. The crop on her ass and tits made her reconsider. Then I pulled out the next instrument of instruction... a three-tailed short quirt. "I will begin your punishment on your breasts," I told her. "You will remain in your spot, and will not move away. You may turn from the waist up only, and react however you wish to the sting of the crop." I lied to her about the instrument purposefully. The first sting of the quirt brought a reaction beyond my wildest expectations. As she realized the sting on her left breast, she waited a second for the full impact, and increased the tempo and sense of urgency of the sounds coming from beneath her gag. She arched her back backwards, as if offering her tits to the whip, and to the audience across the way, then twisted from side to side as if to avoid the next blow until the pain from the first dissipated. It was not to be... I struck the same breast in exactly the same place as the pain of the first blow was reaching full intensity! Then the right, the left, the right, the right again. If she moved her feet, I cropped her ass. By now, I noticed the audience had grown to about six. Her motions were beautiful, and her sounds everything I expected. Her breathing was rapid, and a trickle of pussy juice escaped down her leg. As she jerked, the weights swung, increasing the bite on her nipples and pussy. I stopped. I felt her gaping pussy, and she gasped audibly, not expecting to feel my hands there. As I stroked, I entered her and played with her senses in a way that she must have found satisfying. She began to respond as a woman would to a hand playing with her sex... obviously to the delight of the audience across the way. I think she had forgotten about them for a moment. "They are enjoying the show, too," I remarked. Then she remembered, and tried to bend over and twist away... only to be greeted by my hand withdrawing, and the sting of the whip on her ass again. "Turn around!" I commanded again. This time, it didn't take a second command. Soon she was standing with her back to the windows. "Bend over!" I whispered. Again, resistance, knowing the view she would present to the onlookers across the way as she bent over with her knees widely splayed. Again, the sting of the crop, and obedience soon followed. I undressed, and undid her gag, along with the duct tape. "Now, I want you to suck me off, and swallow every drop. I will whip your ass and pussy until I cum. The harder you work, the shorter will be your pain. If you bite me, I will bind your neck to your spreader bar and whip your pussy for five minutes." She didn't realize the control I had when I came, I enjoyed being sucked off, and could stay hard and not cum for a long, long time. I placed my hard cock next to her mouth, and she began to work. I started with the quirt on her ass. Her motions intensified. She ran her lips up and down the sheath, taking all of me inside her mouth. She licked and sucked and twirled... in a very expert manner... as I continued whipping her ass with the quirt. But the first splat down into her pussy slit was what got her working well... I continued working her pussy over with the thongs... some placed short so the ends would just touch her vaginal opening, and others longer, so that the tips would flay the clit itself. The weights swung wildly. By now the audience had reached about ten. She was working furiously by now, trying everything she knew to get me to cum. She was twisting and wiggling her ass toward the window as the blows continued to fall, but escaping nothing. Finally, as she was about to fall to the floor, I could feel the climax building in my loins, and I spurted into her mouth as I briefly intensified the whipping. She swallowed every bit, nothing escaping her lips, and I stopped. Closing the curtains, I said, "On to Act Two," and kissed her deeply again, tasting the faint hint of salt. [continued] -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----