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Dancer's Initiation
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Dancer's Initiation. Copyrite © Thunder Downunder, 1995
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The door closed behind you with a solid, very final "click", leaving only a
thin line of dim light showing from the door in front of you.
You shivered. The faceless, eyes only showing through the mask padlocked to
her head, had been very explicit in her instructions to you. You could not
go back - you were to walk forward, and go through the door in front of
you, closing it behind you. You would then be further instructed.
Trying to control your fear of the unknown, you advanceed slowly....hands
searching through light too dim to do more than guide, for the door knob.
Closing your hand finally on it, you opened slowly the massive, solid wood
door, and advanced through, pulling it closed behind you and hearing it
click solidly, knowing it was locked.
The room you had entered was large - that much you could tell by the echos
coming back to you from your own timid movements. That was all - it was
shrouded in darkness except for one narrow lighted path leading away from
the door. From the shadows came a soft voice, startling you.
"Follow the path."
Timidly, you do so - walking as close to the middle of the light as you
could - sensing that to deviate would be to invite disaster.
"Stop!", came the voice ringingly - closer now.
You comply, comnig to an abrupt halt, noticing a small table directly ahead
of you, piled with items you cannot distinguish.
"This is your final chance to go back", the voice continued - soft, deep,
resonant - compelling you to listen. "To your left is a door. It is
curently not locked. 5 minutes from now, it will be. You have 5 minutes to
leave, with no recriminations. After that, you are committed."
You shiver - but have long since made your choice. "I do not need the
door", you say quietly, head down. "I have made my decision."
"Very well", the voice commented. "So be it." And with a click audable in
the silence, the door was locked - leaving you alone, in a dark room, with
someone you cannot see.
"Remove your clothes. Completely."
You hesitate - unwilling to give away this much control.
"NOW", the voice snapped roughly, suddenly loud. "Or I shall remove them
for you!"
Timidly, you began - undoing the buttons of your blouse, and silpping it
from your shoulders, unzipping your knee length skirt and allowing it to
fall to a pile at your feet.
"All of your clothes", came the voice, subsiding to normal volume, but
still holding that hint of steel.
Shivering, you comply, removing shoes, hose and garter, adding them to the
pile begun by your skirt. Removing your bra slowly, and dropping it,
flushing a little - and then flushing more as you drop your panties to the
pile, and are standing naked, bathed in harsh light.
"Better", the voice said approvingly. "Advance to the table - leave your
clothes where they are."
You move slowly forward, leaving your own garments behind. You sense,
rather than hear, rushing hands and feet grab them and remove them - and
shiver once more.
You halt, standing before a table - well, a chest, really, containing you
know not what - and piled high on the top with articles of various nature.
"You will dress yourself in the clothing before you, one item at a time,
slowly and carefully. Should you require assistance fastening or putting an
item on, voice your need, and you will be aided."
Timidly, you grasp the top item - a pair of seamed hose, black, and very
sheer. You sit in a chair which is obviously for there for the purpose, and
slide them on your legs - and you can't help but feel sensious as the silk
encloses your calves, your thighs. You run your hands along each leg once,
twice, to ensure the seam is straight - and stand one more to the table.
The next item brings a shudder to your body - a leather corsett, long and
lovely. You hesitate, knowing you will not be able to lace it yourself -
then stand tall, slip it on, and say firmly, "I need to have someone lace
this."
Unseen hands grasp your waist firmly - and a second set tugs at the laces,
tighter, tighter, you feel it wrap around your waist, feel the constriction
forcing you to stand straighter - tighter still, you feel your breath
shorten - and it is tied off, leaving you feeling constricted and
vulnerable, pressing your breasts high into the air and making them jutt
out for all to see - and you crimson as you feel your nipples hardening, a
small moan burying itself in the back of your throat.
The leather garter goes on easily now - you fasten it to the hose, holding
them firm on your legs, feeling the slik whisper between your legs as you
squirm to fit it.
A pair of leather boots - finishing just below your knees - is next, giving
difficulty because of the constriction of the corsett, but you are able to
put them on without help by sitting again in the seat, a flush of pride
coming to your face at that little triumph.
Balancing awkwardly on the 5 inch heels, you advance to the table for the
last item - a pair of shoulder length leather gloves, which you slide on,
feeling leather against your skin, lost in the smell and feel of it.
Mocking laughter comes from the shadows. "Well done - albeit slowly. Now,
turn to your left 90 degrees - and stand firm."
Suddenly, all the triumph is gone - leaving only cold fear. Shivering, you
turn as directed, wincing as the light now shines directly into your eyes,
effectively blinding you - then gasping in shock as firm hands pull a
leather blindfold over your eyes and buckle it tight, leaving you totally
blind. You move as if to take flight - somewhere, anywhere - and hands
grasp your shoulders.
"I said stand FIRM", the voice came in your ear, no longer distant but
terrifyingly close - and you feel a firm hand SMACK your naked backside
once. "First, and only warning. Punishment will follow disobedience
immediately".
Shivering, you stand, feeling the waves from the slap wash over you, and
his hands roam you more gently. Feeling your nipples, your
breasts....brushing across your shoulders....trailing down your back to
your buttocks......slipping to brush your sex, and skim down your inner
thigh, causing you to gasp again, and jerk about.
"Perhaps we shall help you stand firm", he says, and you tremble. Roughly,
he grasps your left wrist, pulling it behind your back - and begins winding
something which feels like a bandage around it, seating it firmly. Pulling
your right wrist parallel to your left, be begins to wind up your arms,
pulling them together firmly into a single arm....leaving them inseperable
from wrists to elbow, shoulders pulled back hard against the corsett -
and making you helpless to fight.
An audible whimper escapes your mouth as you adjust to the new sensation -
and the realisation that you now cannot fight, can only run blindly - and
do not know where to go if you do.
You feel hands again - this time wrapping rope around you. Above and below
your breasts, binding your arms tightly to your body - then crossing
between them, bringing them to stick out still further, adding to the push
up the corsett gives......your moans grow louder.
A faint noise sounds behind you, you turn towards it, and feel something
round your neck. A collar, thick and well paded - 3 inches, holding your
head upright. Over the sound of your own breathing, you hear a click, as
a padlock closes.....locking it you you, beyond all hope of removal.
His voice sound in your ear again, no longer loud....returned to the soft,
compelling lilt you heard on entry to this room.
"Now, do you feel....restrained? Do you feel....helpless? Can you flight,
run away?"
Small whimpers escape you as you answer him in the negative, struggling
briefly against your bonds, knowing it is hopeless - knowing he has you
firm, tight, and at his mercy.
You feel a tug at the collar - ther is obviously a leash connected to it,
and he is leading you by it - not fast, and with care to ensure you don't
topple....but he leads you like a small dog behind him. Forced to follow,
you feel your sex afire as you walk.....from the sensations surrounding
you. His voice is warm in your ear, his breath fire to your skin. "Come,
my pet, we must move from this room to another, for I wish to use you for
my own gain."
You shiver again, hand twisting, turning, trying to break free - but the
binding he has used upon you is unyielding, and your hands cannot feel it
through the gloves which enclose them. You are totally a creature of his
will.
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After a walk which must ahve been shory, but which seemed endless, you are
tugged to a halt by another short pull on the leash. His hands press on
your breasts.....not to excite, but to push. Panic stricken, you fall
backwards, unable to recover your balance with your arms - and land on the
soft surrounds of a bed. You hear his wicked chuckle above you - he enjoys
toying with you, and enjoys your whimpers.
"Now, little one......shall we play?"
You feel hit hot breath coming closer to you - suddenly, without warning,
his mouth engulf your naked breast....licking, sucking, running his tongue
over your nipple, he teases you - your hips thrust upwards as you arch your
back, but you cannot touch him - you can only feel what he wants you to
feel.
"Ahhh, my lovely, you shall not go to the edge so quickly", he murmurs, as
his mouth moves from your breast - to engulf yours as you cry out from the
sudden loss.
His hands roam your body - warm, feeling, touching caressing, holding
momentarily then releasing - he seems to be willing to spend forever
driving you wild, and then letting you relax. You feel your sex streaming
with your juices - yet he has not touched it, and seems unwilling to do so.
You clamp your legs together in an afford to give yourself relief - and
gasp roughly as he forces them apart again with his arms, all caress
stopping.
"Ahhh, I had forgotten about your legs. One moment, my pet - we shall
arrest your attentions".
His hands leave you - and you clamp your legs together again, rubbing
desperately as you try and push yourself over the edge - but he returns
quickly, and roughly forces them apart once more. You feel....something
constricting around your left ankle, pulling tight and staying there - then
a similar feeling on your right - something hes been locked to them, you
know not what.
His hands leave your legs, and you sigh, and try to bring them together -
only to find you cannot, for he has buckled a spreader bar to your legs,
and holds them forced roughly 3 feet apart, with no chance of closing. You
moan and toss around on the bed, but to no avail - you cannot give yourself
release, and feel true helpless - knowing your satisifaction is now purely
in his hands. You feel like screaming in frustration, but refrain, knowing
it will only increase his torture, prolong the agony.
His hands return - pinching roughly at your nipples, toying with your
dripping clit, flicking with his thumb until you gasp - and then moving
away, to allow you to fall from your peak without climaxing, again and
again, over and over, until your hair sticks to your hair from sweat and
exertion, and you moan constantly, wanting him inside you, wanting release,
wanting anything but this endless torture of peaking, but not being allowed
to climax.
Suddenly, a new feature - against your sweating body you feel a sudden cold
- freezing cold. He rubs ice over your body.....alternating freezing with
his warm mouth against your nipple until you moan out loud, and beg for him
to stop, to start, to do you know not what. He moves lower....dragging
cubes down to your dripping pussy......slowly opening it......inserting
several INSIDE you......you scream - and his tongue follows the cubes,
darting deep inside you to lick the melting ice from you, mingled with your
own sweet juices.....you feel him toying with your clit again as he pulls
out his tongue, and moan louder - only to find his mouth hard aganist
yours, tongue probing deep within your own, meshing with yours, tasting
your own juices on his lips and tongue only drives you wilder, and you
thresh your hips against his imprisoning hands more, begging, pleading,
crying for release.
He whispers "You want me in you? Do you? DO YOU?", and you cry out yes -
and you hear the zip as his trousers fall, you dream of feeling his member
inside you, want to feel its heat.....but are denied still as he demands
you open your mouth - and then inserts his erect penis in it, commanding
you to suck.
You work feverishly, licking, sucking, running your tongue down his shaft -
and then feel his tongue enter you again, as he moves to a 69 position. You
press to new heights, feeling him swell, feeling him lick you frantically,
thinking that THIS time he will allow you release - only to gasp emptily as
he pulls away from you, both ends at the same time, and rolls away.
You cry out loudly, pleading - but are drowned out by his own words "Now,
you shall have me", and he mounts you - plunging deep inside you, his mouth
harsh on yours, his arms lifting you from the bed and wrapping around you,
as he begins to pound himself inside you, hastening his rhythm, moving
deeper and deeper inside you. his hands and tongue driving you wild, his
breath coming from him in grunts....you moan into his mouth, as you feel
yourself pushed to the edge once more......and this time allowed to climax,
in wave after wave of pleasure passing over your body. His mouth eats
hungrily of your body as he himself climaxes....gushing deep inside you, he
cries out, louder than anything he has said, and bites down on your breast,
currently in his mouth, causing a fleeting pain lost in the greater glory
of what you are feeling.
Slowly, he releases himself.....his breathing returns to normal as he falls
from you, and lies quiscient beside you on the bed....you moan and toss,
but cannot move to him - and your breathing quiets, as you fall back,
exhausted, to lie still until he releases you.
Gradually, life returns to him - and he moves to you, holding you close,
hands soothing you gently, smoothing your hair as he quietly tells you how
much he loves you. Tenderly, he unties you - removing the rope and the
leather binding from your arms, gently massaging your shoulders sore from
long captivity. He loosens the corsett, and removes it, allowing you to
breath fully once more......and he gently massages your breasts, free from
their constriction now, falling softly back into their natural form.
As he reaches to remove your collar and blindfold, you say softly "No", and
reach for the leash - putting it in his hand, and reaching to hold him
close, and kiss deeply one last time, none of the frantic race of loveplay,
but a long, tender, lingering kiss......tongues meshing, souls mixing,
hearts twined into one.
Gently, you remove your own blindfold and let your soft hair fall free onto
him. He smiles at you, and that wonderful voice says once more, softly but
with great feeling, "I love you, Ariel".
You smile, and drift slowly into a warm sleep, wrapped in his arms, knowing
his love will be there for you......as long as you have need of it.
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