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Micheal
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
From: Michael Raymond Feely <[email protected]>
Subject: REPOST - Fantasy - For Michael
In the interests of completeness, and for at least one fan, who
shall go unnamed, it has been reqested I repost the third and (so far)
last Amoret fantasy. Enjoy, all.
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Fantasy: For Michael
You smile wickedly down at my firmly clenched teeth and defiant glare.
Throughout as many styles of pain and pleasure you could dream up tonight I've
kept my mouth stubbornly inaccessible. Even now as I moan and twist up in
pleasure toward your stroking fingers, I keep at least one eye on you to
forestall any move of your cock toward my mouth.
"Have it your way, then" - and I smile triumphantly as you reach for a
vibrator. My eyes close as I feel the familiar humming travel up from my clit
through my body. Arching a little toward it as until you pull it away,
teasing me again and again until I am moaning and thrusting with my hips. I
open my eyes in dismay as the humming stops. You straddle me again, holding
something in your hand.
"I trust since you don't want me in your mouth you won't object to this?" A
ball gag. I am unsure, but you press it firmly against my teeth until the
pressure forces me to open them. My jaws are stretched wide from the gag as
you buckle it around my head. I make small, muffled grunts, then a shuddering
moan as the vibrator resumes. You lean it lightly against me, leaving me to
try fruitlessly to obtain enough pressure by lifting myself toward it - only
to find it so light I merely lift it up.
I am so occupied with trying to get good use out of the vibrator that I am
vaguely surprised to feel you fussing with my nipples, tugging lightly,
sucking, teasing them into erection. I am considerably less surprised when
the clamps go on, one by one. I toss as wildly as I can as the pain streaks
through me, succeeding only in displacing the vibrator entirely. You chuckle.
"Now, now, musn't lose this...." - and you thrust it inside me. The inside
stimulation is less intense, but nonetheless distracting enough as I look at
you inquiringly, wondering what comes next. The pain in my nipples is fading
to numbness - until you give a light tug on each side, pulling the clamps
tighter and eliciting a well-muffled scream from me. I watch in dazed horror
as you pull out a tiny padlock and thread it carefully through the small hole
at the top of one of the clamps. Then carefully you pull my breasts together,
bringing the nipples close enough to thread the lock through the other clamp.
A snick of the lock, and you release your hold. The weight of my breasts
tugs them outward, pulling the clamps still tighter. I try to arch up in
agony, but that merely adds to the pull on my nipples. I pant in pain around
the gag, wondering if the stubbornness was worth this.
You pull back slightly. I can see your erect cock, and at the moment I'd
gladly trade the gag and the nipple clamps for the feel of you holding my hair
and thrusting into my mouth, forcing me to lick and suck you to climax. I
attempt to express this around the gag, but you only smile at the resultant
garbled mutter.
Then you are moving, sliding your cock along my torso and pressing against the
crevice between my breasts. Slowly at first, then with one strong thrust you
force your cock between them. The jerk and sudden pressure make the clamps
tighten again. I can't arch or twist away with your weight on my chest, so I
can only scream - muffled again by the gag - as you begin to move, slowly, in
and out. Each thrust brings more pain as it rocks my breasts apart. Tears
run down my face as I endure - until suddenly, in a swift flurry of thrusts,
it is over and I feel your cum running down across my chest and along my
throat.
I am limp with relief as you pull away from me. Then I scream again around
the gag as you release both clamps simultaneously and blood flows back to my
abused nipples. I feel your tongue, gently caressing each one. Then you pull
back, lifting my head and unstrapping the gag. I close my aching jaws with
relief as you pull it out and toss it aside. I feel the trickles of cum
drying on my chest as you shift to slide the vibrator out of me, and free my
wrists and ankles. I start to curl up in exhaustion until a smart smack
across my ass startles me up again. You lift me up to a kneeling position,
crossing my ankles behind me and chaining the cuffs together. My hopes that
this is simply bondage for sleeping are dashed when you pull my wrists roughly
behind my back, connecting them with a short length of chain to my collar, so
that my arms are twisted awkwardly up and my head is pulled back.
Smiling at me, you slide off the bed, tugging me after you. I stand,
wobbling, but you support me as I take tiny steps toward the living room,
where you sink into an armchair, pulling me to kneel upright in front of you.
I hadn't noticed when you picked up the riding crop; now you run it slowly
over my breasts, slapping lightly at each nipple as I gasp - they are still
painfully sensitive.
"Now. I believe I have yet to feel your mouth and tongue tonight. I trust
you are feeling more enthusiastic?" Thwap, thwap - a hard blow of the crop
directly across each tender nipple makes me cry out in agony as I squeak out a
"Yes!"
"Good. Then you will enjoy bringing me to climax with your mouth."
I am unwise enough to start to speak my thoughts "But...."
Thwap, thwap.
"You had something to say? You may speak."
"But....you just came. Won't it be quite awhile before you can come again?"
Another wicked smile.
"Quite likely. I trust you will be able to keep me entertained? Or will I
have to find ways to amuse myself?" The last punctuated with light slaps of
the crop across the tops of my breasts.
"Yes..." thwap "...sir. No sir." You reach for the ring on my collar and
pull my head down into your lap. I reach out with my tongue in resignation,
licking lightly and sucking, pulling you into my mouth just as I feel a hard
blow of the cane against my exposed ass. I gasp and pull back; your hand in
my hair jerks my head forward again.
"I trust you will not allow yourself to become distracted by anything, and
will let nothing affect what you are doing?"
I nod vigorously, my tongue once again busy with your cock.
"Good."
I continue to lick, hoping to feel the first stirrings of another erection, as
the crop wanders lightly over my backside. Occasionally, I am forced to try
to ignore yet another stinging blow from the crop, striving not to let my
reaction extend to my mouth and tongue.
You lean back in the chair, pulling my head further into your lap. You
stroke my hair as my mouth works steadily.
"Have I told you lately that I love you?"
I pause briefly, glancing upward at you, even as my mouth is filled with your
cock. Our eyes meet, then I bow my head and turn once more to my task, more
determined than ever to please you as the crop once again descends on my ass.
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Michael - rational romantic mystic cynical idealist
"The Truth will set you free, but first it's likely to piss you off."
CMU did make me this way, but they'll never admit it.
Michael Feely, Box 4602, 5115 Margaret Morrison, Pittsburgh, PA 15213
* [email protected] ** Anon - [email protected] *
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