Message-ID: <18385eli$9901211748@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: begonespam@aol.com (Begonespam) Subject: {AdrianHunter} O Carol (bd, con, mdom, lump of coal)[1/1] 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: <19981203190048.17391.00001821@ng15.aol.com> O Carol By Adrian Hunter Her fingers told her it felt like a marshmallow, but it rolled into a hard little tube as per the instructions on the back of the box. She couldn't believe she was doing this. He was probably on his way home right now. Couldn't resist. Besides, she'd find out soon enough. Better to know what she was getting herself into. Cautiously, she wedged the plug into her right ear and marveled as it slowly expanded to fit the shape of the hole. She repeated the process on her other ear. "Testing…hello?" Not a complete seal, but definitely a difference. She gingerly turned her head and reached down to open the box on the bed next to her. Well, there it is. Just lying there, nestled in tissue, it really didn't look menacing at all. Except it was awfully…black. Black leather. Black straps. Black blindfold. Black rubber bladder. Black tube coming out of the mouthpiece. Black pump. The proverbial lump of coal. Expensive as all hell. As the best fantasies often are. He's gonna love it, she reminded herself. Such a surprise. For both of them. Better hurry. Have to get it wrapped and hidden. Tomorrow's the big day. She picked it up, unfolded the flaps and lifted it toward her eyes, humming "don we now our gay apparel." What to do about her hair? There was an opening in the top, but she didn't think hers was really long enough to make a convincing Pebbles. Bunch it up underneath? Just let it lie, girl. No time to get cute. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and guided the limp bladder between her lips. According to her tastebuds, this was not fun. Reaching around her head, she found the ends of the zipper. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jane's Addiction screamed "here we go" as she aligned the slides, tugged down and Duh. That's right. Extra padding in the ears. Can still see though. And taste, definitely taste. Touch, check. And oh, the smell. Find the top strap for the blindfold. Wrap around, reach behind, buckle. Dark. Now mouth. Pressing cheeks. Repeat. This was going to be tougher than she thought. Maybe she'd have to use it on him first. She fumbled around her chest until her fingers found the smooth bulb dangling like bait on the end of the tube. It didn't take many squeezes before the bladder inflated enough to qualify as trouble. Where's that little valve wheel? Got it. Right to tight, just like the guy at the store said. She let the pump fall out of her hand. Deep breaths through the nose. Fingers dropping down to her lap. Should could would hood. Merry Christmas, baby. What the fuck was that thump?! As she sprang to her feet, a vision flashed, something about a terrible mistake, then powerful hands pulled her bathrobe off her shoulders. Before she could exhale, something wide snaked around her torso, pinning her arms flat just above her elbows. Another second later, the robe was gone, and she was lying face down on the bed. By the time she found the sense to start struggling, someone had lashed her ankles together with something made out of cloth…the sash?…and her wrists were one knot shy of a vicious hogtie. It has to be him, she comforted herself as her assailant found the bladder, opened the valve and started pumping. But since when did he smoke a pipe? ___________________________________________ Story archive: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Gallery/9911/door.html Mail: adrianhunter-at-geocities-dot-com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----