Message-ID: <12666eli$9807022342@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr) Subject: ASSM--ruthie's story VI 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: <1998070212081400.IAA11681@ladder03.news.aol.com> ruthie's Story By LineMstr Chapter 6 "Straighten up," I commanded. ruthie stood up straight, seemingly breathing a bit easier knowing the curtains were now closed, but at the same time, a bit nervous about what would tend to happen next. I replaced her gag, and reached down and undid the spreader bar and led her to the bed, leaving her hands bound behind. I bent her over the bedfoot. I bound her ankles to the legs of the foot, and uncuffed her hands, brought them around to her sides, and recuffed them over her head... securing them to the head of the bed by a long strap. She was now bent over the bedfoot, stretched out across the bed, and stretched as wide or wider than with the spreader bar... she was simply stretched! Her ass was taut, and her breasts mashed against the bedcovers. Her asshole and pussy were completely available and waiting, and she knew it... oh, she knew it! She was a beautiful sight... ready for torment. She felt me gently examine her... spreading her asscheeks, and running a finger across her wet pussy, smearing some of her juices up across her slit, and ringing her puckered hole! She struggled slightly at this, not really expecting the sensations that hit her at the time. I just toyed with her asshole for a bit, ringing it gently, touching it only slightly... almost tickling it… then returning back down to either side of her pussy, smearing the pussy juices as I left. Then I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to tickle you now... you may struggle however you want to, but you won't get away." She didn't like this idea at all, and tried immediately to bring down her arms to cover her totally exposed sides, but to no avail. I started in at her elbows, dancing my fingers along the undersides of her arms... slowly heading for the armpits. When I reached them, she came unglued... struggling far more violently than when I was cropping her ass! I lingered there just to let her know that I enjoyed the show she was giving me, and then proceeded to the sides of her breasts, which were bulging out from being squeezed against the bed covers. She raised straight up at my touch, as much as her bonds would allow, as she continued her never-ending struggle against the maddening fingers. This maneuver on her part was a mistake, because I now had full access to all of her breasts, so I took the opportunity to grasp the nipples between my thumb and forefinger and squeeze them tightly, not letting go. The change in sensation from tickling to pain in each nipple caused her to struggle with a totally new vigor and intent! She twisted violently from side to side, trying to escape a new intolerable sensation! But just as the pain in her nipples began to subside, and her struggles began to wane, I let go, and started the tickling again... this time leaving her breasts and starting down toward the sides of her ribs, dancing wildly, matching her wild struggles against the dancing fingers. Watching her show for a few seconds was a delight. She was almost able to get loose, but not quite. I was glad I brought the heavier straps... my other ones probably wouldn't have held her! Then I stopped, only to start again at her calves, and work my dancing fingers up the backs of her legs... stopping briefly at the backs of her knees, and working on up to the insides of her thighs, and up across her back and sides of her ribs again, stopping to tickle the back of her neck, and then starting all over again at her elbows... retracing my path exactly. She was making unintelligible noises into her gag now, and struggling just as violently as the first time. She was a beautiful sight of complete torment! After several minutes of continuing this, I stopped, letting her catch her breath. As I let her rest, I continued to toy with her asshole and pussy, smearing her juices around as before. Although she could breath again, I noticed her taking small gasps now and then, and making funny noises as I played with her. Then I placed a butt plug at her anus, and gently slid it all the way in to the hilt. She just stiffened and pulled straight up from the bed, moaning softly, and tried to close her legs. After it was in, she just relaxed and continued a noticeable rapid breathing. Then she felt my stiff rod knocking at the door of her pussy... and she moaned louder, bent over further, spread herself a bit wider, and pushed her ass into me, as if to beg for me to enter. I entered her with one stroke to the bone, and she came unglued again, not as much as with the tickling, but almost... a different kind of motion... not a struggle so much as a release of tension! I reached around her with my right hand, rubbing her clit rapidly against her pubic bone as I began slamming in and out of her in a rapid-fire succession of thrusts... all the way out... .all the way in... in and out... in and out... until she was beginning to feel the swell of a climax... then I stopped just barely inside her! Now she began more of a struggle again... as if to DEMAND that I start again... but I did not. I picked up the crop, and started spanking her ass cheeks with it. This change in sensations took her totally by surprise! She wasn't quite sure how to react. It was a totally confusing situation for her mind, and her struggles, which ensued again, were more an expression of that confusion than an attempt to obtain sexual release, or to get away from the pain! Then I started slamming into her again, as I continued to spank her ass. The twin sensations soon started her moaning loudly and, even though I couldn't play with her clit now, she began to cum, and again, and again, and again... and after the fourth or fifth time, I came with her. I stopped the spanking, and just stayed there inside her for a moment, allowing us both to catch our breath, and then I slid out, and released her... mostly. I still kept her hands cuffed in front of her, but undid all the rest of her bonds, and allowed her to go to the bathroom to clean up as I pulled back the bedcovers. When she finished, I told her to get into bed, and I went in to clean up. When I returned, I told her to give me her hands. I uncuffed them, and recuffed them in back. I wanted her totally available to me during the night. I put out the light, and pulled the covers up over us both, snuggling up against her back, and reaching around to cup her breasts with my hand. We slept, but during the night, I would wake up occasionally and play with her tits and pussy, just enough to get a response from her, and then would quit. I was never sure if she remembered it or not, but I suspect that she did at times at least. Tomorrow she would show me the sights of New York, and we would have tomorrow night. I already had some plans for that night as well, but that's a totally different story. 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