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Technological Temptations
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Subject: STORY: Technological Temptations
Date: 8 May 92 02:34:46 GMT
First, a few words from the author. The following story is
unfinished, because it would have left out the element of surprise
which often makes this type of sexual expression so powerful.
The story was written as the introduction for a scene in which my
partner and I were to (and did) stretch each other's limits in
terms of what she could take - and what I could dish out.
The scene itself started when I left her alone with the computer
and this story to read, and continued when I entered the room after
the last paragraph had scrolled by. I'll finish the story as soon
as I get enough time to write up the details of what happened during
the encounter itself.
Needless to say, the woman for whom this story was written is very
special to me. We love each other deeply, and this is merely one
of the ways in which we express it to each other.
She knows who she is.
And now, the story...
Characters flickered on phosphor. Words formed, first on a screen,
and then in a mind. The mind of the one sitting at the keyboard.
And from the words came thoughts. We shall get to mind's thoughts
in a moment -- let us first consider the owner of the mind in
question.
The mind's owner had been doing this sort of thing, on and off, for
almost two years now, and every time it had been different. Somehow,
the mind's owner knew that this time was to be no exception.
Characters had flickered and thoughts had been formed on her first
night in this place -- and here it was happening all over again --
just like the first time. She closed her eyes and shuddered as the
memories came back to her, and then continued reading. And the
thoughts continued to form.
Thoughts like those brought on by the card she now held in her hand.
It declared that she was the personal property of her master for the
duration of the afternoon, to be used in any way he saw fit. She knew
what that could entail, and yet she accepted the terms. She shuddered
again, unsure as to whether it was fear or anticipation she was
feeling, and suspecting it was probably a little bit of both.
You see, the young woman in question was a dedicated submissive. And
the words she was reading were the words of her master. It had been a
long time since their last encounter. Their desires had been pent up
for too long, and they were long overdue for a release. She had
suspected that this afternoon's release was going to be particularly
intense, and while she didn't know it at the time, she was right.
She finished reading the story, following the instructions at the end
to the letter, rebooting the machine, and waiting. Further
instructions were displayed, which she also followed to the letter,
albeit with some trepidation.
But then, that was all part of the game. When they had talked
earlier, they had discussed limits, and it was clear that their limits
would probably be stretched somewhat this afternoon. She knew her
limits were going to be stretched - there was at least one thing that
she was going to do - something she had never done for anyone before,
but something she was ready to do for him. Him. She paused to think
about him. Were his limits also part of this? And she realized his
limits were to be stretched this afternoon as well. In all the times
they had been together, he had never sounded quite so... well...
dominant. Oh, sure, he had dominated her before, but never with this
degree of planning and forethought. And never quite as "far" as this.
But they had been wanting this for a long time. They had played these
games of dominance and submission many times earlier, each time going
a little bit farther than the last, and while each time had been
wonderful, they still longed to find out just how far they could take
things.
This afternoon, they were going to find out.
She waited there for what seemed an eternity. The wetness between her
legs grew, and she was having a hard time keeping her hands to
herself. She was already very aroused from reading the story a few
minutes earlier, and this waiting wasn't helping her condition one
bit.
The desire grew even as the screen faded. She was alone in the
darkened room. Another eternity passed. Her thoughts were racing,
and then they froze. There was something new here. A presence. A
hand from out of nowhere. She gasped with fright, and almost fainted
on the spot. An arm attached to the hand steadied her, preventing her
from falling.
When she had regained her composure, she noticed a few more things.
The hand and arm belonged to a figure in black. In addition to the
hand and arm, the figure also had a voice. The voice was that of her
lover.
"Hello, Dana. Glad you could make it."
The two figures embraced warmly - a good, friendly embrace between
good friends long parted. Gradually, it grew in intensity, and within
minutes, it wasn't just between friends -- it was also between lovers.
They kissed for the first time in over four months. It was one of
those beautiful deep kisses that seemed to go on forever. Lips parted
and tongues intertwined for almost five minutes, and with every
passing second, they held each other tighter as though their very
lives depended on it.
They finally broke the sweet kiss in order to get a good look at each
other. Each stared longingly into the other's eyes, and the desire
was almost palpable. He caressed her face gently, feeling the
delicate softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.
"Oh, God, Dana... I've missed you...", he said, breathless.
"I've missed you too..."
A long pause.
"Dana...?"
Another pause.
"Yes?"
A third pause, even longer than the first two.
"I love you, Dana."
"I love you too."
They didn't really have to say it - they were intimate to such an
extent that they could usually tell what the other was feeling with
only a moment's concentration - often with such uncanny accuracy that
they'd make jokes about mutual telepathy.
Ha ha, only serious.
But nevertheless, it felt good to say the three forbidden words - just
as good as it felt to hear them. It was one of the most beautiful
ways they knew of making each other feel good. And that was what they
were here for. What they were SUPPOSED to be didn't matter. What
mattered was the fact that they WERE friends and lovers, and wasn't
"making each other feel good" what friendship and love were all about?
Of course, they did have OTHER ways of making each other feel good.
Like some monstrous wall of water behind a weakened dam, needing only
a little more pressure in order to burst through, there was a flood of
passion within them, anxiously awaiting the perfect moment in which to
explode forth. And evidently, that moment was now.
In all this time, they hadn't loosened their hold on each other, and
it was taking its toll on their bodies. He could feel her heat
through her skirt, and it set him on fire. She felt his hardness
against her, and it opened the floodgates. She felt as though she had
never been so turned on in all her life (and maybe she hadn't), and
realized that her submission was truly genuine -- she really WOULD
obey any command, perform any sex act -- do ANYTHING for this man, and
she knew it.
And so did he.
"Are you ready, Dana?"
"Yes...", she replied. And then, remembering what she was asked, she
finished the thought: "...master".
She could feel his desire for her swelling again. The words alone
were enough. He brought her closer to him, pressing into her again.
He broke the kiss and lessened his grip for a moment. A willing
partner was too precious to take chances with -- and Dana was much
more than that. "I love you, Dana. I really do. You're the best
thing that's ever happened to me, and I want this to be as good for
you as it's going to be for me. Part of me still can't believe we're
going to go through with this, but I'm ready for it if you are. You
know you can always use the safeword at any time if things get too
extreme..."
"I know, and I'm glad. But I want this as much as you do. I'm yours
now. You can do with me as you wish. I can take anything you can
dish out...", she replied. This time, it wasn't only his desire that
she felt growing. It was also her own. He felt it too. And
together, they fully appreciated how the simple act of placing oneself
completely under the control of another could be one of the most
erotic acts that anyone could perform.
It was time for the domination to begin in earnest.
They kissed again, and he continued to run his hands through her hair.
After a few moments, he wasn't running his hands through her hair so
much as pulling gently on it. Soon he was gripping her hair tightly
in his fist, using it to pull her head back, exposing the tender skin
of her neck to his kisses, nibbles, and bites.
She moaned softly, partly from the pain of having her hair pulled so
tightly, and partly from the incredible need now emanating from
between her legs. Yes, need. It was more than mere desire, and she
knew it.
He paused to tie her wrists together behind her back. This made her
breasts thrust out farther than normal, making her feel tremendously
exposed, even though she had yet to remove a single article of
clothing. She watched in earnest as he stripped, only a few
tantalizing inches away from her. She almost fainted when he picked
up the embrace, the kiss, and the pulling of the hair, exactly where
he had left off just a few short moments ago.
"Please... I need you... Inside me...", she moaned, the words coming
out in short gasps.
"Yes... And that may be your reward... But you must first earn that
reward...", came the reply. He said it slowly and calmly - and then
began pushing her down. She realized what was about to happen to her,
and the look in her eyes told him she was looking forward to it as
much as he was.
It surprised her, really. She wasn't sure if she would enjoy this
part, but she was so turned on by now that it didn't matter. Sex had
become secondary to submission. Or rather, sexuality had become
secondary to sensuality. The sex acts themselves weren't half as
erotic as the setting in which the acts were to be performed. She
grinned as he pushed her further down.
She kissed and licked his chest wherever he moved her, and she
particularly enjoyed the long pauses at his taut nipples. She
especially enjoyed the sting of his hand against her cheek when she
nibbled a bit too hard, and to her surprise, soon found herself biting
his nipples even harder in order to get a more severe punishment.
As she was inexorably pushed lower, she began to lose her balance, and
he helped her get into a kneeling position on the carpet, thoughtfully
placing a pillow underneath her knees. He was like that. It was
another one of those little things she had grown to love about him.
Even he was dominating her like this, he was always concerned for her
comfort and well-being. And while her punishment a few moments
earlier had been severe, he had still managed to do it with a degree
of care and tenderness that she never would have believed possible had
she not experienced it herself.
Somehow he sensed this and began to softly kiss and caress her face
again. Her cheeks were still sensitive from when he had hit her, but
that only seemed to make his kisses and caresses all the better. He
ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her full on the lips,
holding her against him. She smiled. She knew that she was about
to be taken deeper into submission than she had ever been in her life,
but it was still her lover who was going to be taking her there. He
was her master - that much was certain. But over and above that, he
was still her lover. And he always would be, no matter how far they
went. And that meant that no matter where they ended up, it was
going to be well worth the trip.
They would have made quite a striking photograph at that moment. Her
on her knees, her arms bound behind her back. Him kneeling beside
her, a comforting arm around her shoulders. They kissed. She smiled
again. "You heard me earlier today... I'm ready to go wherever you
want to take me... Let's go..."
He smiled too. And that's precisely where they went.
They went there together. To places more exciting than any they had
ever imagined. To places more exciting than any they COULD imagine.
Beautiful places. Terrifying places. They soared dizzying heights
and plunged to mind-numbing depths. And they wrote of these places
together, in order to chart a course for other explorers who might
someday follow them.
But that's... another story...
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