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Norene
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From: seahag@hale.cts.com (SeaHag)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: STORY: Norene
The discussion between Walter and Norene was over. The two
lovers had come to the decision to push forward and turn the fantasies
into realities for her. Though she had a few experiences with minor
facets of submission, it was time to start with am man who could take
her further along in the game. The fear of the unknown, the last few
moments of doubt did nothing to stop her from wanting this to happen.
"Norene, I want you, from this point to call me Sir, or Master,
and to obey my every instruction."
After a moment of hesitation, and the final fleeting thoughts
racing through her mind, she took the last step.
"Yes, Sir"
Walter had no intention of taking her too far that first time, as
he wanted her to become used to the idea of being a submissive. To
learn the basics, and to begin to learn what was to be expected of
her. To begin with, he sat in a chair and ordered her to strip to her
panties for him while he watched. Without hesitation, but with the
awkwardness she felt showing in her eyes, she complied. Walter's eyes
were intently gazing upon her as she complied with his instructions
about which poses to take for him. Before long, her feelings of
awkwardness from having him see her nude for the first time, and being
nude while he was dressed left her. Norene deliberately provoked
moving to the next level by intentionally disobeying an order.
"Slave, you are not going to be able to manipulate me, to deny My
wishes. Stand up, and come with Me."
Walter took her to the kitchen, where he draped her over the back
of a chair and bound her to it. A couple of snips with the scissors,
and the panties were no longer an obstacle to access her most intimate
parts. Walter left for a few moments, leaving her to wonder what was
about to transpire. Upon his return, he dangled a pair of vicious
looking nipple clamps in front of her face. A look of shock
registered on her face as she realized that she was about to
experience them on her body. Walter let her contemplate the situation
for a few more moments, and then attached them to each nipple. As
each went on, her breath audibly registered the new sensations.
Without waiting for her to get used to the clamps, Walter chose to
begin spanking her. Slowly at first, he spread the slaps around her
beautiful buttocks, relishing the change of hue on her ass. As time
went on, the slaps became a rapid staccato, with each swat causing a
moan, groan, or attempt to deflect it. with the suddenness of the
start of the spanking, it was over. Walter left the room to allow
Norene to compose herself and to reflect on her spanking.
Norene- I had been spanked in the past for punishment, and even
a couple of times as part of sex. This was without a doubt the most
intense spanking I had ever received, due to being bound, suffering
the bit of humiliation, and for the big steps we had taken that day.
I was left feeling a bit trapped, pain, and humiliation, but at the
same time I was crying out, I enjoyed every moment of it.
Walter returned to the room, untied Norene, and led her to the
living room again. After a few moments to stretch her arms and legs,
she let him know that she was ready to continue. He had her stand up
again, and then bound her hands at the wrist behind her. Not content
with that, he also bound the arms above the elbow together, causing
her breasts to be prominently displayed, nipple clamps still attached.
Though the position was uncomfortable for her, she was not in pain.
Norene took delight in being in such control of the man she wanted to
submit to. Walter placed Norene on her knees, and bound her ankles.
"Slave, I want you to thank you for your spanking, and for
allowing you to submit to Me."
"Master, I thank you."
Of course, that exchange did nothing to satisfy the desire that
had built up during the spanking. Her vulnerability combined with the
spanking itself did much to build his desire. Norene assumed
correctly that she would show her appreciation with her mouth. A
chair was placed in front of her, and she bent at the waist to take
him into her mouth. Without much effort, she was rewarded with a
mouthful of hot cum that she managed to swallow, for fear that she
would be punished for allowing any to leak out.
Thinking that she was about to be untied and allowed to relax,
Norene was surprised to see her Master return with another length of
rope, and then when he positioned her head to rest on the chair. The
rope was tie to the bonds on Norene's wrists, and then drawn up to a
hook in the ceiling. This position was definitely more uncomfortable,
but not at the threshold for her. Very humiliated, she tried to
picture what it would like to see herself in such a position. Norene
was brought back into reality, when she felt Walter's hand rubbing oil
onto her ass. In a very sensual way, this oil was soothing, and
erotic. The desire mounted.
"Slave, you have performed well except for the incident that
resulted in your punishment. In My opinion, you have almost earned an
orgasm. Do you wish to cum?"
"Yes, Master I wish to cum for you, if you will allow it."
"Well, before I allow this, do you wish to continue submitting to
me for your training and to show you new experiences?"
Hesitating, trying to balance all of the feelings she felt
throughout the day, she replied with out reservation, "Yes, Sir".
Walter began fingering her clit, watching almost as a voyeur as
she reacted instantly to the new sensations. The nipple clamps made
themselves constantly known as they swayed, the sting of her red ass,
the humiliation of her present position, all created the conditions
that allowed her to cum quickly and intensely. She exploded into a
number of orgasms, straining against her bonds to position herself for
more.
Walter removed the bonds and made the effort to rub her sore
nipples and to restore proper circulation to her arms. It wasn't long
before she wanted to show her appreciation to him one more time before
her left, wondering about what other possibilities existed for them
together.
Norene's first physical experience gave her much to think about
during her evening. The thoughts all revolved around the strange, yet
enjoyable feelings of submitting to a Master. So much so, that she
found her hand drawn to a throbbing clit. Masturbating until her clit
was raw, she fell into a dreamy sleep.
The next morning broke with the end of a message that Walter was
leaving for her.
". . . and if you should care to experience more with me, you are
to wear the items I have selected while you drive to my house. Be
there at five sharp."
There was no doubt in Norene's mind that she would indeed comply
with his instructions, and to continue the experience. Norene had
tasted the delights, and was now being drawn to finding out what other
sensations waited for her down the lane. So many possibilities, so
many desires. She replayed his message until each detail and tonal
inflection was ingrained deeply in her mind. Then Norene set about
the day.
Prior to driving out to Walter's house, she made sure that all
the items had been taken care of. She wanted to please her Master in
the way he chose, though awkward as she prepared the items to be used
for her punishment that night. Conflicting sensations washed over her
as she drove. The feeling of wanting to follow through with this, yet
tempered by a desire to stop and turn the car around. The want got
the better of her, and she continued on.
The last few seconds were the worst for Norene as she arrived at
the house. Almost a blur of emotions, but she walked up to the door
without hesitation. Walter opened the door, allowed her to enter, and
then ordered her to remove the raincoat and present herself to him.
The raincoat fell to the ground, and Walter gazed upon her body.
Stoically, Norene stood there, aware of each move his glance took,
aching to be pleasing to him. Seeking affirmation that she was a
desirable person who was wanted by the man she wanted to please.
Walter- Norene was a beautiful woman. Beauty that transcended
standards of physical beauty. Her body was not that of a hardbody
teenager, but had a sensual attraction to it. She had a nice figure
by my standards, but the moment was much more than that. here before
me was a woman who wanted to give of herself to me, to allow me to
show her new forms of sexuality, and to give her new sensations. The
trust that flowed in the bond at that moment was incredible, and I
felt it all. I knew at that point that we had something special, and
that we could go very far in our experiences. A combination of power,
lust, desire, and yet a very powerful feeling of wanting to cherish
and protect her from harm.
Norene was dressed as he had instructed her. A black camisole,
with a french cut pair of black panties. Sensual black stockings
attached to a black garter belt completed her outfit. The black was
the perfect choice to accent her fair skin, and was very pleasing t
the eye. She truly looked fabulous, thought Walter as he brought out
a camera to record the moment. Soon, though, things were to change
for Norene.
"Norene, you look lovely and are to be commended for your
willingness to comply. This will be a wonderful evening for us.
First though, I know you haven't eaten and I am hungry. Please take
off the bra and come help me prepare the evening meal."
Norene and Walter proceeded to the kitchen, where he saw the
clock and remembered that she had been a minute late arriving. Having
been caught up in the moment of her arrival so much, he forgot about
her transgression. Walter removed her panties and replaced them with
a Gstring fashioned out of semi-rough hemp rope, to spread her pussy
lips and create new sensations as she moved about the house. Norene
could feel the movement of her pussy lips around the rope, and the
rubbing of her clit as she walked. Under orders not to cum, she
restrained the enjoyment of those sensations.
The dinner was finished, the dishes cleaned and put away before
the adventure was to continue. All throughout the meal, Norene and
Walter discussed various aspects of D&S, and what areas each liked.
Walter was surprised at the few things that Norene wasn't willing oo
try with the right Master, after all, she was a newcomer to such
things.
Norene was led into his room, which was subtly decorated for
play. There were hooks in the ceiling for a hanging lamp, and
restraints on his bed that were partially hidden. The big surprise
came after Norene was bound with her arms high above her head, when
the closet door was opened, and she saw the implements of her
pain/pleasure hung neatly on hooks. Whips, crops, clamps, and items
of every description were hung carefully on the door, and she could
see a low shelf containing vibrators, dildos, lubricants, plugs, and
even an enema bottle neatly arranged. She felt conflicting thoughts
of anxiety at seeing the array of items, yet a comfort at knowing that
he was capable of using them for her benefit.
"Tonight, you will experience some minor things with your
breasts, slave. It is just to get you used to the idea that you can
and will be experiencing your whole body as a toy for me."
With those words, he collected some nylon cord, and proceeded to
make an ersatz bra for her, winding the rope around her breasts
tightly enough to make them stand out. Stand out they did, for when
Walter had completed, they did that, and the areolas were unnaturally
prominent. Her nipples stood out, very erect almost begging for the
clothespins. Obligingly, Walter complied with a clothespin on each
nipple. Her reaction was swift, as the clothespins were more intense
and stronger than the clamps he had used on her in the past. Perhaps
the sensations were from the way her breasts were increasingly
sensitized from the bondage. She writhed and moaned as each went on,
though didn't protest.
Walter took some time to allow Norene the time to fully feel the
sensations on her breasts. During this time, he chose to gaze upon
her body in more detail, touching and massaging her helpless features.
No part of her body was left untouched.
Looking at her breasts, Walter judged that it was time to remove
the rope, and to proceed with the activities. Norene reacted to each
turn of the rope, squeezing her legs together to create friction with
the rope separating her pussy lips. Walter warned her again that she
was not to orgasm, but it was too late. The rough rope quickly caused
her clit to pulsate in orgasm.
"I hope that you enjoyed that orgasm slave, as you will be
punished for disobeying me."
Walter found another piece of rope an bound her legs wide apart,
leaving no opportunity for her to repeat her transgression. The look
in her eyes showed the fear and anticipation of her approaching
punishment, and Walter aggravated it by leaving the room for a few
minutes. When he returned, he attached small fishing tackle weights to
the clothespins, stretching her tormented nipples even further. In his
hand was a riding crop, which Norene knew he was to use on her.
The spanking started on familiar territory, on her ass. Leaving
redness everywhere it struck, Walter chose to let the blows fall in a
random pattern, changing the force of each blow perceptibly. Never
allowing Norene to prepare for the exact level or placement of the
blow. Norene's ass, legs, lower back, front thighs, and tummy were
soon red from the crop. Never protesting, though begging him to stop
she endured the whipping. A tear formed at the edge of her eye,
falling as she grimaced from yet another blow. Walter chose this moment
to lighten up and make her an offer.
"Slave, do you wish to have another orgasm?"
"Yes Master"
"Well, You have the choice between having another orgasm, or
suffering as your breasts are whipped. If you choose the breast
whipping, you will be whipped until the clamps fall off, and if you
choose the orgasm it will come from your pussy being whipped. You have
five minutes to decide your fate."
Walter returned after the five minutes had expired, looking at a
shaking Norene. She had clearly been debating the lesser of the two
evils, and had not made up her mind. Walter at that point chose to put
down the crop long enough to remove the pins from her breasts by hand.
Raising the crop, he let fly with a light tap on each overly sensitive
nipple and then removed her restraints.
Norene was surprised at the curious change in attitude he showed
her, but did not comment. She was so happy that neither was going to
happen to her at that moment, that she begged him to allow her to
please him. Taking him into her mouth, she was rewarded with another
mouthful of cum quickly. Walter then laid her on the bed, bringing out
a bottle of almond oil, and massaged each part of her aching body.
Norene replayed the whole scene in her mind as his hands worked magic
on her body and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Norene had plenty of time to think of what was happening with her
over the next week. Ample time to reflect and to explore in her mind
the role she was finding herself in with Walter. The pain and slight
humiliation she had felt were really nothing but new sensations that
had heightened the time together. The soreness had gradually gone
away, but had been a constant reminder of the activities.
Norene- "The time I spent with Walter as his submissive was best
described as a time of conflicting feelings. Of being frightened at
the possibilities, but knowing that I was perfectly safe. When he
applied the pain to me, I felt like screaming out begging him to stop,
but at the same time to show him that I could take it all from him.
The feeling of pain causing me to flinch, but also enhancing the
scene. Nothing that Walter had done at that point had really hurt me
at all, no damage, but had taken me further than I had ever gone
before. While we were apart, all I could think about was being with
him again. Feeling weird at the thought that I actually wanted to
experience more."
Finally, the weekend arrived, allowing Walter and Norene more
opportunities to experiment. After taking time to discuss her
feelings and thoughts of the past week, Walter ordered her to put on
the hemp G string again, and prepare to go shopping. Norene did as
she had been ordered, though this time the device held no fear for
her. She grew comfortable with having it separating her pussy lips,
even taking delight in the familiar feeling of her clit being tickled
by a stray strand of the hemp. Walter drove to a nearby adult
bookstore, taking advantage of the opportunity to manipulate the rope
on her pussy, causing her to take deep breaths as the rope chafed
against her inner membranes. Norene's hands tensed each time the rope
scraped across her clit, though did nothing to stop it.
Inside the store, Norene was exposed to many new items. The
store had a complete selection of dildos, vibrators, plugs, whips,
restraints, masks, blindfolds, devices of pain, and of pleasure. Her
apprehension grew as they made their way through the store, Walter
selecting various items she knew would be used on her. First cam the
ball gag, then the vibrators, some dildos of varying sizes, a few butt
plugs (one that seemed impossible for her to absorb), a blindfold, a
harness to retain vibrators for her pussy and ass, and finally, a
collar. After paying for them, Walter handed her the bag, and they
drove back to the house.
"Norene, I invite you to become my slave. If you choose to
accept, you understand that this contract spells out the conditions
and what you are expected to do for me. This contract also guarantees
your safety with me. Please do me the honor of considering this, and
replying within the next week."
She took the contract, and skimmed over the document, fully aware
of all the mixed feelings that she felt. Th same feelings so
prevalent when she first walked up to Walter's house ran rampant
through her body. In the end, her only reply was a simple nod, and to
put the contract into her purse.
The bag full of the new items was then brought out and each item
removed. Soon, the table was filled with the items, and Walter set
aside those she would wash before using them on Norene. She was
breathless when she imagined each item being used on her. Some of the
items scared her at the size and shape, but she did not let her fear
be known. Walter sensed her hesitation but left her to explore the
possibilities in her mind. At his order, she washed the items, taking
great care to cleanse them thoroughly before drying them and arranging
them for him.
Walter was pressed for time, limiting his ability to have a
complete scene with her that night, and chose instead to allow her a
bit of pleasure. The rope was removed, bringing relief to her raw
pussy. He laid her down on the couch, removed the rest of her
clothes, and began to finger her to an orgasm. His finger
concentrated on her tender clit, changing the pace occasionally to
keep her off balance. When he sensed that she was reaching the
trigger point, he would start a different motion to thwart the orgasm
and to build her desire. This had very intense effects on her and
soon she was begging through her heavy breaths to cum. Still, he was
not swayed, and he sensed frustration as well as passion building
within her. Had this not been her Master, she would have stopped
everything and gotten angry, but she was with HIM. Her body was in a
continual state of rigid tension, and perspiring. She tried
everything imaginable to force the orgasm, but he was able to sense
the trigger point each time and prevent it.
Walter decided to stop her two more times and then allow her to
cum. He admitted to himself that he would like to give her the
orgasm, but that he couldn't as he was showing her that he was a
caring Master, one who is completely aware of her state at all times.
Finally the moment came, her frustration was total, her passion pent
up to the point of exploding when he focused on her clit and sent her
into a powerful orgasmic frenzy. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed
through her. She released very hard, and could not focus on any one
point of pleasure, just having to feel the overall sensations. Each
point on her skin was a tingle, her pussy clamping on an unseen lover,
her legs shaking, and her fists clenched. Walter allowed it to go on
for a few moments, and then fingered her faster and with more
pressure. This brought the orgasm to a higher plain of pleasure, and
she responded accordingly. She felt her body take on a mind of it's
own, and was amazed at the continuing orgasm. Again and again, he
changed his pace, pressure, or style to bring her a new round of
orgasms.
Norene was again trapped in the world of conflicting feelings.
She wanted him to stop, as her clit was very tender at that point, but
she also grew addicted to the orgasms, and feelings of pleasure. She
finally began to beg for release from the grips of the orgasm. Tears
running down her cheeks from the pleasure, but she felt she could no
go any further. Time lost all meaning for her. He fingered her
through another orgasm, looked at the clock and took her into his
arms.
"Slave, you have done well. A 17 minute orgasm is not too bad.
I shall go now and let you rest for the night. Be prepared for
tomorrow, as we will continue then."
Norene could not answer him at that point, as she was nothing but
a pool of quivering sensations. Her body felt weak, as though all
energy had been drained from her. She could not even get up to go to
the bathroom, having to lay there and fall into a dreamy sleep from
exhaustion.
Walter kissed her on the forehead, and locked the door on his way
out.
SeaHag
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