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Bliss (mf)
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Subject: ARCHIVE: bliss.Z mf
This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me.
Requests for just about anything concerning these posts will be ignored.
The story of my introduction to bondage and male submission
is rather unusual and I think it will interest all of those who
take delight in the two.
Eric moved to my town at the start of his junior year in
collage, after his mom got a good job. He was a fine athlete,
good student, and had a nice personality. Everyone like him,
especially me. But he had a hang up about his height: he was
five feet either inches. I was five feet eight inches too, with
a 32B-21-33 figure, high breasts and pretty good legs. I told
him I liked him, particularly his muscular body, but he felt that
guys should go with girls shorter than themselves.
I really liked his mom. Paula was a pretty widow of thirty
eight who always made me feel welcome. We lived a block from
their small house, my folks were in the last stages of a rotten
marriage and didn't really care where I was or what I did. Paula
and I thought alike, and I could talk to her.
A week before spring break, Eric was in a car accident. He
sustained cuts, bad bruises, and wrenched both shoulders. The
fourth day after his accident, I found Paula working with her son
in their little game room off the kitchen. Eric would need
physical therapy at home, she explained, while I helped her put a
pulley in the ceiling near the wall. Next we ran a 2 x 4 out
from the wall that had a cross piece with an eye screw in it. I
was puzzled, but she said I'd understand if I watched the therapy
Eric underwent at the hospital. I had offered to sit with Eric
after he got home, and Paula said I could help with his therapy
as well if I was of a mind to.
The next day I visited the hospital therapy room. Eric was
in a cubicle, standing on a wooden platform, his ankles strapped
to an eye screw. He said, "Welcome to the torture chamber." The
therapist explained that Eric had passed up an easier treatment
for a faster but rougher one. Eric's hands were strapped
together behind him with a rope, which was pulled through a
pulley attached to his hands. This made him stand very erect,
but bent him nearly ninety degrees from the waist with his arms
pulled back and up behind him.
I sat on the stool to wait out the thirty minutes with him.
He wore a towel around his hips, and I admired his taut, smooth,
muscular body. I was very aware of how helpless he was, and also
of his near nakedness. I got excited just thinking about being
alone with him like that. We talked a bit, and he seemed glad I
would be with him at home; it meant he could do therapy twice a
day. By the end of the thirty minutes he was almost moaning and
sweating, and the sight of him thrilled me and made me very wet
between my legs.
Eric came home early Saturday. Twice that day, and on
Sunday, Paula and I got him into position, even joking about it
as we called him "Slave." Eric said that he felt like one and
called each of us "Mistress." Those words really turned me on!
I realized that I'd be alone with him for the next five days, and
I could Hardly wait.
Monday, I was alone with him during his therapy session while
he stood tied and bent forward. Unable to resist temptation, I
ran a finger down his back and confessed that I wanted to do
three things to him: pull the towel off, whip his ass, and keep
him bound. He hung quietly before me a moment or two, then
whispered, "Since I can't stop you, you might as well have fun."
I loved seeing him naked, especially his thick cock, which
curved down over heavy balls. I cracked a belt over his taut
buttocks and adored each red line that appeared on his flesh.
Afterward, his cock jutted straight out and was wet at the end.
His face streamed with tears, and my panties were soaked from
excitement. Within minutes he lay bound on a bed under me while
I straddled him, his penis throbbing in my vagina. We came
together and it was glorious. Later, while we lay side by side,
he said that he had loved it, too.
By Friday, he was performing cunnilingus on his knees before
me and licking his come out of me after intercourse. While he
hung in traction during therapy, I put a metal ring around his
cock so he wouldn't come while I teased him unmercifully.
Afterward, he waited on me hand and foot, nude, as my slave.
That weekend, with Paula home, he wore the towel again, and we
were both disappointed when we couldn't play our usual games
following therapy. Also, I noticed that, like me, Paula enjoyed
being called, "Mistress." I couldn't wait for Monday to arrive.
School would be back in session but I knew we would be able to
enjoy ourselves in the afternoons.
Thursday afternoon, I hooked Eric's feet to the eye screw and
pulled his arms back and up behind him, making him bend far
forward. Admiring my naked slave, I put a strap around his
balls, forcing them down together, and then snapped a steel ring
shut on each nipple. I ran a cord from one ring down the the eye
screw and up to the other rind, making it tight so that the rings
pulled down hard. After putting a third ring around his swelling
cock, I stripped of my clothes and put a belt and hairbrush on
the footstool. I was in the bathroom when the outside door
opened and someone came in.
I ran into the kitchen, looked into the little game room and
saw Paula looking at her son. I expected her to scream, or
attack me, or call the police, Instead, she ran to me, smiling
and then hugged and kissed me.
Twenty minutes later we both sat alongside Eric. Paula held
the belt, which she, at my invitation, had used expertly. I was
still nude and ran the brush over Eric's cock while Paula and I
talked. Until his death three years ago, Paula's husband was her
slave. She had seen the same need for bondage and discipline in
Eric but had done nothing to satisfy it. She felt that he should
be disciplined by a girl his own age. She had seen in me the
same traits she possessed and felt Eric and I could have a
beautiful relationship under the right circumstances. Eric's
accident had proven to be a blessing in disguise. She had had a
chance to come home early from work that day and, far from being
shocked, had been delighted to discover her son being
disciplined. She was also happy, later on, to share him with me
in the bedroom.
After that, I spend each weekend at Paula's. We loved having
our slave do the housework nude, followed by a paddle party,
then a session with Eric tied naked in bed. All through that
summer and into our senior year, Eric and I cemented a wonderful
slave/mistress relationship. When a new male teacher, Ted, forty
years old and single, joined the staff during second term, Eric
and I read the signs in him. We got him together with Paula, and
within two months they had their own special relationship
underway.
Now, four years later, Eric and I are man and wife, as are
Ted and Paula, and no two happier mistresses ever had two finer
slaves. I'm especially happy twice a week when Eric goes into
his therapy pose. I am reminded all over again of how his
accident led us to the bliss of bondage and discipline.
Ms. E.M. Colorado Variations Feb/Mar 1980
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