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Master Chris 49
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.
Saturday's Adventure © 1990 Master Chris
Story #49 in the Master Chris Collection
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Victoria was as sexually aroused as she ever had been in her life
and her lover had yet to touch her. The "adventure" had started
earlier that week when Vicky and her boyfriend had chatted.
"Let's do something really exciting this weekend.", she said.
"Oh?", said Michael, "What kind of exciting are you thinking
about?"
The sound of Michael's voice made it clear that Michael's idea of
excitement would involve something deliciously naughty. Each
time she and Michael had made love, the experience had been
different. The had met in all places in a bar. She had been
attracted to him from the first moment she saw him but it was
Michael who spoke to her first. For some reason, being with him
left her tongue-tied and shy just like a little girl.
Their first date had been dinner at the city's most expensive
French restaurant. Michael had been a perfect gentleman, only
kissing her on the cheek at the end of the evening. By the third
date they were sleeping together. Michael was, by far, the most
imaginative lover Vicky had ever had. Each time he stretched
Vicky's sexual imagination to the limit yet Vicky always felt
safe with him. 'He's so.... sure of himself.' she thought.
"Well...", said Vicky, trying to bring herself back to the
present, "your imagination has server us pretty well so far, I'm
sure you'll think of something."
"But what if I think of something kinky?" chuckled Michael.
Vicky blushed despite herself. "That would be Ok." she said in a
quiet voice.
She could just imagine Michael smiling. "Does that mean you'll
do whatever I think of?"
"Yes." said the pretty girl.
"Ok, you're on." said Michael, "We'll get together Saturday
night. From Saturday morning until Sunday morning you'll follow
all of my instructions. Are you sure you're up to it?"
Vicky swallowed hard. She had always had fantasized about
submitting herself totally to a man but now that the opportunity
was here, it mad her nervous. "Uh... Ok.", she said finally her
heart beating a mile-a-minute.
On Saturday morning, Michael's call woke Vicky up. "Good morning
sweetheart." he said "Are you still ready to follow my
instructions?"
"Mmmhhmmm" said Vicky "I'll do whatever you say Master."
Michael smiled to himself. The adventure had started. "A
messenger will drop off a package to you this morning. It will
have your instructions in it. I'll see you later. Bye!" Vicky
was left with a dial-tone in her ear.
The messenger arrived a half-hour later. Vicky threw on a robe
and signed for the package which turned out to be a large
envelope. Vicky opened the envelope and poured out the contents
on her bed. Inside were a note, a key, a black silk scarf and a
pair of shiny silver handcuffs. Vicky's heart skipped a beat at
the sight of them. She had often imagined being tied up and
helpless while a lover ravished her but this was the first time
she had found a lover who had the nerve to actually do it.
Vicky's hands were trembling with excitement as she picked up the
note.
"Hi Baby!
Well the adventure has begun! I guess you're
wondering what I'm going to do with these "toys".
Read on and you'll find out. Here are your
instructions:
1. At 4 o'clock go to the Hilton Hotel. The enclosed
key is for room 213. Go directly to the room and
bring the scarf and handcuffs with you. You'll
find the room empty.
2. Strip completely. Remove EVERYTHING including
your jewelry, watch, clothes, shoes, underwear
etc. Fold your clothing neatly.
3. Put on the blindfold and fasten it securely so
that you can't see at all.
4. Fasten your hands behind your back using the
handcuffs.
5. You'll be waiting for awhile so sit down and make
yourself comfortable. In 15 to 45 minutes of
arriving you'll hear a knock at the door. Go to
the door and open it. Then the adventure will
really begin.
Vicky was flushed and perspiring by the time she finished the note.
"Whew!" This time, Michael's imagination had outdone itself. Just
thought of what was going to come had Vicky dripping wet with
excitement. The rest of the day passed in something of a blur. By
the time Vicky had showered, eaten, done her hair and makeup and
decided (after much pondering) what to wear, it was already 3
o'clock. Vicky had chosen to wear a light cotton sundress in a
canary yellow that matched her blond hair.
The thin cotton hugged her 35,24,36 body like a second skin. Vicky
picked a pair of lacy panties and a garter belt and stockings that
always made her feel sexy. The dress was backless so wearing a bra
was out of the question. Vicky looked in the mirror and appraised
herself. "Hmm, not bad." she murmured. Her dark nipples could just
be discerned behind the thin fabric. Vicky reached up and touched
her nipples and watched as the long fat nipples hardened and pushed
at the light dress. In a moment of impulse, she reached down and
tugged her panties down her legs and off. "There." she smiled
"Perfect." By now it was 3:30, just enough time to get to the
hotel.
Traffic was thankfully light and Vicky pulled into the hotel parking
lot at 3:55. With her "toys" in her purse, she hurried up to room
213. The key had been given fit the door perfectly and Vicky found
herself in a spacious hotel room suite. With a glance at her watch,
she realized she'd have to hurry. She peeled off the clothes she
had taken so long to choose folded them neatly. Her watch and
earrings followed them. The blindfold was next. Vicky took a deep
breath as she fastened it behind her head. Now the handcuffs. It
was awkward trying to fasten the cuffs behind her back but finally
they were attached leaving Vicky naked, blindfolded and helpless.
Gingerly, Vicky walked over to where the bed was and sat down on the
corner. Her senses, it seemed, had instantaneously heightened.
Every sound in the room seemed louder somehow. Immediately Vicky
realized that waiting for 30 minutes or so without being able to
look at a watch would be difficult. How much time had passed
already? One minute? Five? Ten? What would happen when Michael
knocked on the door? 'My God!', thought Vicky. What if it wasn't
Michael? In fact, what if a maid walks in? Vicky imagined for a
moment what she must look like. A 26 year-old attractive blond,
well tanned except for the small triangular patches at her breasts
and pussy with a black blindfold on and handcuffs fastening her
hands behind her back. Permutations of scenario after scenario
rushed through Vicky's mind one after another. One way or the
other, she realized, she was helpless to do anything about it. With
her heart beating madly and her pussy now wet with anticipation,
Vicky waited. The more she waited, the more excited she got.
When the knock at the door finally came Vicky jumped. She had
become almost used to the silence of waiting alone with her own
thoughts. Nervously, Vicky got to her feet. In tiny steps, so as
not to bump into a wall, Vicky moved to the door. She finally
arrived as the knuckles knocked again. Taking a deep breath, Vicky
turned around and felt for the door knob and turned it. The door
opened slowly and Vicky took a step back. She felt more naked than
she ever had in her life. 'Was it Michael?' she wondered. Whoever
it was moved into the room slowly.
It seemed to take an interminable long time to close the door during
all of which, Vicky realized, she was totally exposed to whoever was
in the hallway. Finally the door closed. Vicky felt a hand grasp
her arm and move her back into the middle of the room. She was left
standing as the person moved around her inspecting her. Vicky felt
fingers touch her already hard left nipple and pull gently. 'Are
those Michael's fingers?' Vicky blushed as the hand moved lower,
feeling the wetness between her legs. Now a hand grasped her by the
nape of her neck and had her bend over from the waist. When she was
in the humiliating position, the hand trailed down her back to her
buttocks. Vicky felt two thumbs pry apart her buttocks and hold
them wide open to expose her crinkled rear opening. She had never
felt so vulnerable.
The hands left her and then pulled her to a standing position again.
She was led over to the bed and guided onto it so that she was
kneeling on the bed with her feet dangling over the edge. The
strong hand was at her neck again pushing her forward until her
forehead touched the bed. Her shoulders too were pushed down to
dip her back more fully. She felt the hands now at her legs, moving
them apart.
Vicky was left in this exposed position for a couple of minutes.
Each minute added to the excitement of anticipation that had been
building since she had read her instructions so many hours before.
Vicky heard the person moving around the room behind her and she
strained to figure out what exactly he was doing. Vicky was pretty
sure that it was Michael who was in the room with her but every once
in a while, she thought maybe not. She listened carefully and was
pretty sure that he was the only person in the room but the
excitement of not knowing was making her hotter and hotter. The
hands touched her buttocks again and a moment later, Vicky felt a
cold sensation touch right at the center of her anus. The finger
covered in cool lubricant made its way slowly into the virgin
entrance.
Vicky was breathing hard now. She had played with her ass before
but she had never let anyone take her there and she was nervous that
it was about to happen. The long finger moved gently in and out of
her tight rear. Each time the finger buried itself in her rectum,
she felt her toes curl up involuntarily. After a few minutes of
this leisurely lubrication, the finger was withdrawn only to be
replaced a moment or two later by another cool touch. The butt plug
that was firmly pushed into Vicky had one large bump in the middle.
Vicky squealed as it passed her sphincter to lodge the plastic
intruder deep in her bottom.
Vicky was left again for a few minutes to get used to the foreign
object now seated firmly in her. When she was touched again it was
to be brought to her feet. Vicky felt the handcuffs being removed
but then her hands were immediately re-attached in front of her.
Now she was placed on the bed on her back. Her hands were pulled to
the head of the bed and fastened there. Vicky felt straps being
fastened around her thighs and then her knees were pulled wide apart
to the sides of the bed. Her feet were similarly fastened wide
apart leaving her completely exposed.
Vicky could feel a drip of her own juices trickle down between her
buttocks to where the strange device still impaled her. The
incessant hands were now at her breasts and tugging at her nipples.
Despite herself, Vicky let out a moan as a hot tongue licked each
nipple until it was aching tight. The pinching feeling of the clips
that attached to her nipples was a surprise and for a moment, they
stung. That feeling soon passed however to be replaced by a
constant stimulation of the sensitive nubbins. The fingers now
trailed lower and lower towards Vicky's soaking pussy. She was
squirming and moaning constantly now. If only he would stick it in,
I could come right now, she thought.
She felt the person get up and move across the room. When he came
back, the sensation at her pussy was very strange. It felt like he
had spilled something on her. It was not until the razor started
removing her pubic hair that she realized that the feeling had been
shaving cream. Vicky was helpless to prevent the depilitation of
her pubis. The razor didn't stop until she was as smooth as when
she had been a little girl. A wet warm cloth wiped the last of the
cream from her smooth skin. Vicky gasped at the heat. With the
nipple clips still pinching her and the strange butt plug in her
rectum Vicky was being stimulated in ways she had never experienced
before.
Vicky felt the man's thumbs at her pussy pulling her lips wide apart
to expose the pink flesh inside. She felt his hot breath a moment
before the tip of his tongue touched her inner pussy lips.
"Ohhhhh!!!" cried Vicky as the hot, wet tongue licked its way slowly
up toward her hard clitoris. He blew gently on her wet clit and
Vicky shivered at the sensation then, all of a sudden, her whole
clitoris was sucked into his hot mouth as his tongue started to
bring her over the edge. Vicky cried out again and again as she
tugged desperately at her bonds. The tongue licked her again and
again and then Vicky felt the fingers tugging and twisting the plug
in her rear. She cried out again. She was sure she was going to go
out of her mind and then she started to come.
The orgasm washed over her and just when she was sure it was done,
it crested again. She felt her ass clench down hard on the plastic
plug lodged deep in her and that set her off again. Her whole body
was thrashing on the bed under lover.
When finally it was over, Vicky was exhausted. She had never, ever,
in her life, been so sexually sated. She felt the blindfold being
pulled off and there, as expected, was Michael. He smiled down at
her still bound tightly to the bed with the ropes and straps.
"Well my little slave. How do you like being submissive?"
Vicky heard herself as if from a distance as she drifted off to
sleep, "I'm yours Master."
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