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New Rapture Chronicles
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST: New Capture Chronicles .02 by The Edwarian (NOT ME)
I hope ya'all don't mind, but I found it kinda hard to read this story,
with the way it was formatted for 500 columns. I'm just reposting it,
so that it all fits on the screen.
-Jennifer
Sat Sep 18 09:55:18 1993 From: The.[email protected]
(The Edwardian) Path:
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: New Capture Chronicles .02
New Capture Chronicles .02 by The Edwardian (SoulMinder BBS)
(1-512-837-0088) (Austin, Texas)
Wenesday, 10:02pm
- Unlocking the Spanish cuffs, I set them aside as I start to unbutton
her tan vest (deep cleavage, wool-cotton burlap fabric, plastic
mock-wood buttons). Drawing the vest from around her shoulders, and
down her arms, I set it aside with the rest of her clothing (I will
fold and hang them later when I have her secured). It is with some
trepidation that I start upon her blouse (white lycra, reminicent of
silk, with pearly buttons). A low moan issues from her gagged mouth
as I undo the black ribbon tie and pull it free from the collar of her
blouse. She is definitely coming around. The last few of my
preperations are going to be hairy. I remonstrate myself for going so
slowly, but there is an inner resistence to speed up what I feel is
the very best part. As I fold back the blouse from her chest, I am
able to force down a gasp, but cannot control the shudder. What
graces my sight is a milk-colored, silk brassire, with heavier cream
stripes running vertical upon both cups. Peeking from between these
shafts of denser cloth could be seen the ring of her dark aureoles,
surrounding the slight pucker in the cloth, that could only be teats.
Removing her blouse, I had to lean close to reach around for the
clasps that held her brassire. The fragrance of her (faint touch of
some perfume, altered by the natural ethers and humors of her body,
mixed with the smell of her underarm deodorant, shampoo and
conditioner, etc.), coupled with the closeness to her still gagged and
blinfolded face, and the nape of her chest and neck,were of _no_ help
in quickening my task. However, the worst was about to come... With
a pinch and a twist, the bra immediately loosened. With bated
breath,I gingerly took hold of the straps at the top of her shoulder
and drew the brassire down as slowly as I dared. To prevent myself
from taking the luxury of touching what I revealed, I slammed my right
fist into my mouth and bit down fiercely, breaking skin, while my left
stayed at the edge of the table,clutching it with knuckle-white
strength. OoHh! _What_ a _lovely_ sight! Two, soft pillows of
beautiful, female flesh, endowed with slightly turgid nipples, covered
and encircled with chocolately brown aureoles. They were a little
more than a handful (hand-and-a-half?), which is absolutely perfect
for my purposes. You would think that I would immediately start to
work, but no... Sadly, I stood transfixed, biting my fist and hold
the table up, staring with careful intensity at the gorgeous mounds
upon her chest, as low whines would issue every once and awhile from
my nose. Luckily, this reverie was broken by a slight involuntary
movement of her head, followed by another low moan. Swiftly, I took
up the two "permanent" cuffs, and secured them to her wrists in the
same fashion as I locked the ankle cuffs. Almost f inished...
Wesnesday, 10:15pm
- Now for the tricky part. Turning her on her side, I untied the bit
of rope around both the bandana and gag. Holding the small padlock to
the ball gag, I fished in my pant pockets for the keys. Damn it!
Where could I have put that stupid piece of equipment! I rushed to my
satchel and started to dig frantically in it. Her breath was becoming
more and more ragged, along with my heartbeat. A dull roar started in
my ears as panic started to grip me. Sure, if she woke now, I would
still be in control, but I did not want to contend with her being
concious. Trying to wrestle her into the restraints, with her kicking
and swinging, would not only be a major inconvenience, she could
possible hurt herself, and worse: hurt me! My eyes strayed to the
heavy-duty bolt cutters hanging on the equipment rack... It was then
I realized I hadn't check my jacket. With a sigh of relief, I found
the keys in my inner breast pocket. Back to her, I unlocked the
padlock, and threw it, keys and all, into the open satchel.
Unbuckling the gag, and holding her chin, I carefully drew the ball
from her mouth. Her mouth closed, and swallowed, _not_ a good sign.
Pulling her mouth open with my left hand, I took up one half of the
"double" gag. This is comprised of a large, steel O-ring, wrapped in
thin, strips of leather, with buckling straps on opposing ends.
Holding the O-ring with my right, I wedged her jaw open, by placing
the ring just behind her upper and lower canine teeth. Flipping back
her hair to expose her neck, I buckled this part of the gag tight,
some part of me sincerely wishing to savor the subtle nuances of the
act, very much like my musing ov er the ball gag during her capture.
Shaking my head I pointedly ignored such feelings. _I had no time!_
The other half of my favorite gag, similar to a leather ball gag, is
made up of a large "tongue" of leather stuffed with some soft
material, stitched to a flat, square piece of leather, with rounded
orners and straps on either end. Biting my lip, I forced the leather
"tongue" through the O-ring and into her mouth, with a twisting
motion. After securing the last half of the "double" gag , I started
to undo the bandana knot on the back of her head. I did not
immediately remove the bandana, but instead h eld the ends, while I
grabbed the proper blindfold from the side of the table. This
particular device is constructed largely from black leather, with
soft, sponge medallions covering the inner part of the blindfold,
corresponding to the eyes. The buckle, though, is of greater
interest. One strap inserts into the end of the buckle, and cannot be
drawn through unless two studs on both sides (perpendicular to the
strap) are compressed. Once the blindfold is at the desired
tightness, the studs are released , and the strap adjusted so that an
inner flange can insert into the proper grommet, thus holding the
blindfold in place. For added security, a tiny key is provided to
lock the buckle, until it is necessary to remove it. As you can
tell,one of my prized possesions, just can't help bragging...
Steadying myself, I perform a magician's trick of rolling the bandana
away with one hand, and quickly placing the blindfold over her eyes
with the other.
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