Message-ID: <21284asstr$942725402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Bill Subject: {ASSM} [Title Supressed] (GenericJoe) (MF mdom bdsm contest) X-Original-Message-ID: <19991115115532.A937@clt25-73-060.carolina.rr.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Date: Mon, 15 Nov 1999 23:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin This story is for a friend, who has the same name as our heroine. Discussions on a mailing list I am on led to the inspiration for this story. My hat is off to that tribe. Also there is a contest to guess the actual title of this story. The first winner will receive something appropriate, although I'm not sure what (any suggestions? requests?) {I'm currently pondering 'inclusion in my next story' but perhaps that's uninteresting -- It's not like I'm Allison and can offer my panties(I dont even have any!). The only clue I give is that it's a vile pun. [Title Suppressed] by GenericJoe ------------------------- The music started again, and she knew it was going to start all over soon. Tamara sighed as small jets of cool air blew over her, drying the sweat off her exposed skin, breasts and thighs. The mechanical jets paid special attention to the wrist and ankle cuffs as well as the leather corset that she wore. He didn't want them to become too wet. He'd told her why, but now, after hours in the machine, she couldn't remember. The jets moved and focused in on her breasts and crotch. First blowing a general, easy air; then focusing much more strongly. Her nipples hardened under their ministrations. Then the one at her crotch began to blow on her clit, sending pulses of pleasure through her whole body. The chains tightened as she writhed against them. ------------------------------ It had all begun when she had wandered into that online chatroom. He had been all suave and domineering, there. And she'd been more than interested in the fantasy. The little power games they played out had been quite enjoyable. And when he'd started telling her to do things when she was offline, she had done them, too. And it had been fun. *Very* fun. Then they had met. Somehow this man who was interesting, literate, and intelligent had been physically blessed as well. He was tall, with deep mocha eyes that drew her in and kept her captive. Thirty minutes later and they were in his hotel room, fucking. She was tied to the bed and his prodigious member was sliding in and out of her wet, wet hole, while she begged for more. ----------------------------- The music began again. The chains pulled her arms and legs tightly into the shape of an X. The platform tilted back a bit, leaning in a 60 degree angle this time. Something like feathers began slowly teasing her sensitive nubs back into hardness. She sighed aloud at the feeling and felt her heat begin to rise again. She felt a small dildo, almost the size of a finger, begin to move slowly across her slit, massaging it. Gently, oh so gently. Too gently. She tried to buck against it, but no, she couldn't move at all. It just began to vibrate, ever so little. She heard another whir, and each of her nipples was being massaged and tweaked by three metal fingers, sending little jolts of electricity through her whole body. This went on for a while, building the tension and heat in her pussy. Lubrication gushed out of her; a sheen of sweat was all over her flushed and heated body. Her head thrashed side to side, the clamps tightened a little more. The small dildo was replaced with a larger vibrating one, sliding, thrusting, *slamming* into her. She was so close, her arms and legs tensed, the taut chains humming. It all stopped. Cold water in a fine mist sprayed over her, lowering her temperature, and dousing the fire in her loins. "Nooo!!!!" she cried out, "not again!" The music started over. ----------------------------- "This," he had said, "is my machine." It was glorious and complex: an entire room dedicated to a device of pleasurable torture. She had seen dungeons before, but this was no dungeon: it was designed to cocoon one person; to please and excite one person; to drive one person to lustful insanity. "It's all automated, too." she had thought, He'd shown it to her then, the electrodes in the corset, the robotic arms and their attachments, the carefully programmed AI. How it was all designed to control and excite. It was several weeks before she acquiesced to his request. -------------------- The music skipped, and started over. Metal clamps seized her breasts, and tightened on her nipples. Chains attached to them began to shorten, pulling her breasts up and away from her body. She cried out in pain at her tortured nipples. A purple glowing ball, attached to one of the robotic arms, began to descend towards her face, then up her arms. It came close to -- but did not touch -- her arms. Small electric shocks caused the hair on her arms to raise. It hurt, but it also felt good. She relaxed into it, as it slowly moved over her body. One arm, then another. Playfully with the outside of her hips, down one leg, and up the outside of the other. Then back to the inside of one leg. It moved up slowly, in a zigzag motion: first one leg, then the other. Finally it reached that place, that place between her legs, and began shocking her there, sending jolts through her body. The chains on her breasts tugged, stretching them further. Her back arched, the pain became pleasure. It was going to happen this time. It was! It was! She panted, anticipating. The chains dropped her -- *thunk* -- back to the pallet. All stimulation stopped. The music began again. --------------------- He had carefully, even lovingly, strapped her in. He tied the corset around her, making sure the electrodes were just right, and not in danger of shocking her. Then she laid down on the wooden pallet, and he tightened the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. He kissed her, ran his fingers lightly over her breasts, and slid his middle finger into her pussy. Then he left. Five minutes later the music began. --------------------- The chains pulled her legs up and apart, bending her double, and exposing her ass. She felt a small dildo enter her sopping pussy, then quickly exit. Then she felt it touch against her asshole, and the chains pulled her legs wider apart. It slid in slowly, until it was all the way in. Then the larger one entered her pussy. They began pumping then, in a rhythm designed to drive her mad with desire. She tried to rock with them, to get more stimulation, but still, she couldn't move. When they started vibrating, they pushed her into a frenzy again. It was an uncomfortable position, but the stimulation was still getting her hot, making the sweat roll off her brow. Rivulets of sweat rolled down her chest, gathering between her breasts where small clamps twisted and turned, tweaking her nipples. The past evaporated, and the future. She was gone, reduced to one big sensation. Just a part of the machine. When the third dildo entered her mouth, she didn't even know if the music was playing. --------------------- He smiled to himself, as he manipulated the dials and switches in front of him. He looked through the two-way mirror at the lovely new sub, writhing in ecstasy in the Machine. He sighed and leaned back, letting one of his houseslaves move her mouth up and down his rigid cock. He gazed through the glass thinking that she was definitely one of his better acquisitions. A small panel light went off, and the action in the room came to an abrupt halt. It was time to restart the Garth Brooks CD. -- GenericJoe Journal: http://www.offthebeatenpath.org/genericjoe/journal.php3 Stories: http://www.offthebeatenpath.org/genericjoe/stories.php3 (adult) -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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