Message-ID: <24583asstr$960466202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "Miss Lebeau" From: "Miss Lebeau" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 X-Original-Message-ID: <2LF%4.240$ov1.21285@bgtnsc04-news.ops.worldnet.att.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2000 04:59:42 GMT Subject: {ASSM} New to ASSM: Wet Dreams part 2/2 (MF, cons, light bondage) X-Original-Subject: New to ASSM: Wet Dreams part 1/2 (MF, cons, light bondage) Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2000 08:10:02 -0400 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: apuleius, IceAltar Copyright (C) 2000, Ms LeBeau. All Rights Reserved. Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults only, and describes consensual sexual activities. If you aren't of legal age, or the subject offends you, turn back now. Archive: Only with permission. The author can be reached at ms_lebeau@hotmail.com Feedback: I live for feedback. More importantly I write for feedback, and I answer feedback, so don't be shy, I want to know if I did this right. I want to know if I turned you on. :) _____________________________________________________ Wet Dreams Previously. "Come for me," he ordered, and whether I intended to or not, I obeyed. I lost count of the number of times I obeyed him, the focus of my world centered now solely on the buzzing toy he had placed inside me, and the caress of his hands on my breasts. I didn't even notice he'd removed one of his hands until the speed on the vibrator changed, and forced another low groan from me. My legs trembled with fatigue, my arms shook and I begged him NOT to stop as another wave of orgasms exploded and I obeyed his order to come again. And then again. Then he removed his second hand from my breasts, and I writhed madly in the chair, needing the contact, needing the added stimulation. Without it, the orgasms slowed, and the pressure began to build again - both unreleasable and unstoppable - and I squirmed desperately each time he changed the speed on the toy. He ignored my frantic pleas for his touch, and moved in front of me to watch my reactions more closely. I trembled helplessly, and pulled frantically at the ropes, and though I couldn't deny him the opportunity to watch, I continued to plead with him to finish what he'd started. He finally conceded to my demands after several agonizingly intense minutes by simply pulling me into a kiss and ravaging me with his tongue. I arched against the ropes, and cried into his mouth as my entire focus shattered and was released into that kiss. Part 3/4 "God, but you are fun to watch," he replied breathlessly, ending the kiss and then holding me in his arms. I was breathing heavily - my heartbeat a mere echo of the almost painful throbbing between my legs. My skin tingled as he finished removing the top of my swimsuit, and his fingers trailed lightly across my back. I tried to evade his touch, to cool the simmering passions inside me - but the toy slid erotically across my clit again - and I whimpered desperately. "It's okay, love. Just relax," he said. That wasn't possible, I was painfully aroused and unable to hide the fact, the memory of what he had just done, what he had made me feel was too fresh, and my fists clenched involuntarily at my sides. "No more.please." Oh, God, no more.. . I could barely move without triggering another set of orgasms, and trembled violently in his arms for several minutes before he mercifully turned the toy off. "Oh god." "Shhhh, love. We still have several hours yet," he whispered quietly. I whimpered at the implications. He was taking entirely too much delight in teasing me tonight, and the knowledge that I was still tied to the chair wasn't helping my peace of mind. "Care for something to drink?" I nodded emphatically, and he disappeared into the kitchen with another chuckle at my expense. I hadn't even realized I was thirsty until he'd asked, but I'd have grabbed at any excuse for a few moment's respite and he knew it. Hell, he was counting on it. While he dallied about the kitchen, I twisted unsuccessfully in an attempt to dislodge the toy inside me. My clit had swollen again from the earlier abuse, and though the painful edge had disappeared where it still rubbed against the toy, it had been replaced with a dull ache - an ache that I desperately wanted to rub away. I was so focused on removing the vibrator that I hadn't noticed when he returned. He grinned unabashedly at the site of me, a glass of water in one hand and a bowl of ice in the other, and was definitely amused by my appearance. "Feel better?" he asked. "No," I answered almost childishly. "Well, maybe this will help," he ventured, and placed the glass of water at my lips. I drank greedily, but water still trickled past my lips and down my neck. I shivered as the tiny streams outlined my breasts, and spilled more of the cold water. He smiled, watching the droplets, and then finally pulled the glass away. "That would have been easier with two hands," I prompted him, hoping he'd release my arms but knowing he would not. "Maybe," he conceded. "But then I wouldn't have been able to do this," he said, and immediately captured one of my nipples between his fingers. I groaned as he rubbed the water roughly into my skin, and tensed involuntarily in the chair. "Oh, I like that response." I groaned again and closed my eyes, so I didn't see him reach for the bowl of ice, hadn't realized his intent until he placed the frozen cubes against my nipples. They tightened instantly and my eyes flew open in shock as he held the ice there, rolling the cubes over, across, and around my nipples until I was ready to scream. The ice melted quickly, but he pulled my nipples into his mouth, one after the other, and mirrored the cube's path with his tongue. I groaned brokenly - undone by the rapid changes in temperature, and the renewed throbbing of my clit caused by vigorous attempts to escape the ice. "Definitely a positive response," he chuckled. "Shall we continue this here, or in the bedroom?" "Bed.room!" "I hoped you would say that," he said, and quickly untied first my arms and then my ankles from the chair. I took a moment to shake them out, then tried to remove the toy as I stood up and he caught my hand. "No, that stays where it is for now." I nodded reluctantly, and followed him slowly into the bedroom where he stripped all but the lower sheet from the bed, and then motioned for me to lie down. I slid backwards onto the bed, legs tucked protectively close to my body, and waited while he rummaged through the dresser drawers, emerging finally with another set of ropes and a dark blindfold. "Lay back, hands above your head." I did as he instructed, shivering slightly in the colder air as he wrapped a scarf around my wrists, ensnared them with the rope and tied them to the bed frame above my head. I gave the rope an experimental tug, and grinned when it held. "We'll leave your legs untied for now," he said. I thanked him with another grin, and his hand trailed down the outside of my thigh, reversed at the knee, then slid slowly up the inside, teasing lightly, and urging me to spread my legs wider for him. I obeyed automatically, biting back a groan when he brushed purposely against my clit and the toy still nestled inside me. "You really liked this one," he commented. It wasn't a question, and I didn't dispute the claim, I just nodded. He shifted, and the bed rolled as he sat up, slid his hands under my hips and pulled the remaining piece of my swimsuit down. I was eager to be done with the restrictive clothing, and lifted my hips helpfully, but while the clothing came off easily, the vibrator did not and I frowned in annoyance. "Stop sulking, I like the toy exactly where it is," he commented. "I'd much rather have you," I countered boldly and thrust my hips towards him. I was rather pleased to hear his breath catch, and knew that our evening's adventure had him almost as aroused as I was. "All in due time," he answered back, and began stroking my legs again. "You need to work on obedience." "I'm always obedient," I answered automatically, increasingly distracted as his touch moved back towards my stomach. If I hadn't been so distracted, I might have stopped that statement. "Always?" he asked, his eyes suddenly glowing with anticipation and an evil grin. "You're sure of that?" I still didn't realize the mistake I'd made, and simply nodded. "I think we need to test that," he said quietly, and this time, this time I recognized the threat. "What are you going to do?" I asked nervously, gasping as his hand returned to the inside of my thighs, and slid easily between my wet legs. He ignored my question, and worked the soft folds surrounding the vibrator between his fingers. I growled in frustration, wanting more than the simple teasing he was providing, and tried to push myself away from him. He simply grinned, pulled me back into position and resumed working the delicate flesh beneath his palm. "Let's see just how obedient you are," he answered quietly. His fingers increased their frantic pace across my clit ever so lightly, and I groaned again as my hands fisted above my head and my nipples turned painfully erect. "That will do nicely." The bed shifted again as he reached for the blindfold he'd placed on the dresser only moments before. "Here's the deal," he explained quietly, while wrapping the blindfold over my eyes. "Prove to me that you can be obedient for the next twenty minutes, and we'll forget that rather clumsy comment of yours." I nodded obediently, grateful for the opportunity to prove myself, and tried to ignore the wanderings of his hand across my breasts as he explained the ground rules. "Rule number one," he continued in the same authoritative voice, "You will be quiet. Not a sound, not so much as a whimper until those twenty minutes are up." "Oh god!" I couldn't do it. I was very vocal, and the effort of holding back even a few groans would be impossible to maintain. He chuckled, and put a finger to my lips to silence any further protests. "Not a sound," he reiterated, and I nodded very reluctantly as he resumed teasing my nipples. and then slid down my length until his head was centered just above my thighs. I felt his breath warming the liquid heart of me and closed my eyes beneath the blindfold as he pushed my knees apart and removed the vibrator. "We don't need this anymore," he chuckled, and placed the toy aside. I was dizzy with relief, and almost thanked him for removing it, when I felt one of his fingers slide easily into it's place. Oh God! It felt wonderful. He wiggled his finger once, then stroked rapidly three times, and I arched into him as I broke into a sweat and my pulse screamed. "God, you feel sweet," he whispered passionately. His thumb rolled lazily across my clit while his fingers performed their magic, and I found myself a trembling wreck of erotic sensation. My nipples ached for his touch, and my skin tingled with the memory of his actions tonight. I was determined to obey him, not to make a sound, but there was no way I could last twenty minutes like this. I tried to roll away from him, but he caught my ankles, and flipped me back over, never once losing the intimate connection between us. I could almost hear his grin when his tongue circled my clit the first time and I went up in flames, consumed by desire and the want of him inside me. With each brush of his tongue, I wanted nothing more than control of my hands so I could prevent him from moving away as my passion grew. A stroke of his tongue, then two or three more in rapid succession as his fingers moved inside me, and a long drawn out kiss across my clit were more than I could handle and I pulled desperately at the ropes securing me. "Yes. that's it, baby," he continued, his voice hoarse with the same passion I was feeling. "I can feel your passion, lover. I can hear your breath catching as you try to resist me, but you can't win. " It was impossible to resist the seduction of his words, or the erotic mating of his fingers as he resumed tonguing my clit and I shook uncontrollably with the effort of obeying him. "I want to feel your surrender." He only laughed as I fought for control, continued to laugh as I twisted beneath him and tried to smother the groans his kisses were creating. I smothered most of them, but when he began a rapid trill against the sensitive head of my clit I lost the battle completely and arched into his touch with a loud, shuddering moan. He wanted more than that though, and continued the trill long past my ability to resist. I begged him to stop. I urged him to continue. I fought to get away, and arched into his touch for more. I groaned with every stroke of his hand, and felt the crescendo build again as my muscles locked around his fingers. When the first erotic tremors hit, he pulled back his hand and shifted on the bed. I cried out his name and felt his hot shaft slide smoothly between my legs. Our thrusts were clumsy at best, but nothing could stop the overwhelming passion between us at this point, and I cried out with each powerful thrust he made. I was oblivious to everything but the feel of him inside me, and trembled brokenly in his arms as our passion spent itself and he collapsed on top of me for the second time that night. When he finally raised his head this time, and untied my arms from the head board, I curled protectively into his arms and whimpered quietly for sleep. He folded me in his arms, kissed my forehead, and nodded. "Sleep now, we'll deal with your disobedience later." 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