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Suleiman -> Waiting (10/12/2004 3:53:00 AM)
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Waiting…
Waiting for her to come home again…
When she left, she promised that she would be right back. I don’t remember how long ago that was, but it seems like forever. She left me here, in the library, bent over double, my legs spread wide apart, and told me to wait for her. It seemed very comfortable at first, but that was long ago. My legs are cramped - I can’t move them very much. My arms are bound tightly behind my back, braced around a pole that’s hung from the ceiling, helping to support my weight. My hair is caught up in a pony tail, with ribbons woven into the braid. I thought it was very pretty, until she used the ring at the end to pull my head back, until my back was arched around the bar at my waist. She ties the ends of that bar to the ends of the bar spreading my legs, so that I can’t stand up, and I can’t lean back. She used splints to keep my knees straight, too - she told me she wanted my ass up in the air where it belonged.
That was long ago. I don’t know where she is now. She told me she had some errands to run, but she still hasn’t come back. The last time, she made me stay like this all night, while she used me for a candelabra. It took hours for those candles to burn down, and every time I twitched or breathed, a rivulet of hot wax would trickle down some part of my flesh. That position had seemed comfortable at first, too. I was on my knees, legs spread apart, with my arms bound straight behind my back. A rod ran between my arms to my shoulders, and past my hands to the floor, helping to support my weight. She had my head pulled back then, too, with my hips thrust up and forward, so that she could rest candles on my thighs, and shoulders, and chest and belly. That was very uncomfortable, but at least she was there, even if she was pretending to read her book and take a bath, instead of watching me squirm for her amusement.
I can hear the key turning in the front door lock - She’s Back! I can’t help myself - I have no idea what torment is in store for me, but my cock stiffens automatically. She’s back, and she’s going to have her way with me. I want her to be pleased with what she finds. I can feel myself becoming desperate, as she comes inside and sets down the packages she came in with. My heart pounds as she busies herself with some errand, going about the house, opening and closing doors, putting things away, taking things down. Another small eternity goes by while I wait, anticipating the humiliation to come. What could she be doing? Has she forgotten about me? Is she angry about something, and preparing for some severe punishment? My hips buck, driving my shaft against the cold air. The waiting is almost enough to make me cry, to beg her for some measure of forgiveness.
It’s then that I realize that she’s been standing in the door behind me, watching my shameful spectacle. I flush hotly, aware of my acute vulnerability. In this position, my body has no secrets from her. Every inch of my skin aches to please her, and I’m horrified to find that I can’t stop thrusting, can’t stop bucking my hips up and down, waving my ass as if begging for her attentions.
“Oh, my…” was her comment, as she moved slowly into my view. “It’s a good thing I went shopping for toys, then. You were about ready to start without me.” She moved over to my flank, just barely within my field of vision, and I felt a cold, calloused hand between my ass cheeks, as she stroked my exposed anus like some sort of pet. Two cool, dry fingers forced their way in, and I heard her breath quicken as my sphincter tightened around the knuckles.
“Oh, dear,” she commented, as she withdrew the intruding fingers. “You really are in a state, aren’t you? Lucky for you I found the perfect thing. It’s not as thick around as my wrist, but it’s eight inches long, and very stout.”
My heart jumped into my throat as she told me this. I had taken her whole fist before, yes, but it took a long time, and she went in with only a few fingers at first! The largest strap-on in her collection wasn’t half the size of the monster she was describing. I found that I was straining against my restraints in spite of myself, trying to close my legs, to find a less vulnerable position.
“Yes, very nice.” She commented, still stroking my up thrust rump. “I think you’re more than ready. But before we start, I want to hear you beg for it.”
(Beg for it? She wanted me to beg her to split me open with a dildo the size of a totem pole?)
She began to skillfully massage my swollen cock with her hand, making my hips buck and thrust all the more. “Come on - beg. Tell me that you want me to fuck you. Beg me to strap on the biggest cock I can find and use it to bugger you. I can see how badly you want it, but I’m not going to begin until you ask me to.”
I began whimpering, as she withdrew her hand from my cock, leaving me mere moments from what had promised to be an earth-shattering climax. She stepped back, as I strained against the restraints, seeking in vain for something to rub my penis against.
Quietly, she murmured, “Oh, dear. You do want it badly, don’t you? What is it you’re afraid to ask me for? It’s not like we haven’t played this game before. You can’t be scared just because I got a new toy.”
She stepped around in front of me, so that I could see her more clearly - at least, the lower part of her. She was still wearing her normal clothes, just jeans and a T-shirt, but there was a disturbing bulge at the crotch, where she had apparently strapped on her new toy, and tucked it into her pants leg. She stepped close, and grabbing a handful of hair at the nape of my neck, began to rub her crotch in my face - proving that she had left me at just the right height to take her new toy in any way she wanted.
“Come on, all you have to do is beg me to fuck you with this cock I’m wearing.” She said, while riding my face. Reaching around, she gripped my still throbbing penis, saying “It’s not like you’re in any position to be modest.”
She backed away, and began to run her fingers over my nipples, which had become a bit sensitive from being exposed to the cool air for so long. Walking around my squirming form, her left hand still idly playing with my chest, she began to check the bookshelves, where various toys had been put aside for later use. She took down some gleaming silver clamps, and firmly affixed them to my hardened nipples. I groaned as they began pinching and pulling, then my protest became louder as she hung a weight from each clamp.
As my struggling began to have more meaning, she took down something else from another shelf, and moved behind me once again. This time, I felt a rawhide thong get wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, and then around my scrotum, until it felt like my penis was going to swell up and burst from the constriction. The rough leather thong was wrapped down over my scrotum, and then in between the balls themselves, until it seemed that each ball was a separate entity, in no way connected to each other or to my penis itself.
“There we go.” She said, apparently satisfied with her new macramé project. “This way, we’ll be sure you don’t cum until I give you permission to. Of course, the way you’re behaving, it might be a while before you receive permission.”
My only reply was to groan, as she busied herself with another nefarious device. This, as it turned out, was another rawhide thing, which she had tied into a small noose of sorts. She looped this over the head of my penis, tightened it down until the constriction made me cry out, and then tied the other end to the spreader bar at my feet, stretching and pulling my already torturously constricted cock.
I gasped as she roughly forced another pair of fingers into my protesting anus, thrusting them as deeply as they would go. As I cried, and tried to pull away (causing my new leash to tug painfully on my penis) she said, coldly, “This is your last chance. I’m going to fuck you one way or another. If you swallow your pride and admit how badly you want this, I promise the experience will be far more pleasant for you. If you insist on keeping silent, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson for being disobedient.”
Try as I might, I couldn’t get my mouth to work right. I wanted to beg her to have mercy, that I didn’t really want her to fuck me, and I was sorry she thought I was being disobedient - but all that came out of my mouth was a low moan, as she forced her fingers in and out of my ass.
“So be it” was all that she said.
She forced a pony bit into my mouth, and buckled it tight. Taking down the short horse whip, she then moved back around behind me. Without a word, without any warm-up, she cracked that whip across my up thrust ass, the tail of the whip wrapping and catching me on the hip. I bucked and cried out as she began to rain blow after blow down on my backside, taking care not to leave any part of my butt, hips, or thighs untouched. The pain I felt was mirrored in my nipples, where the weights swung and tugged painfully with every jerking attempt to avoid her blows. After red welts crisscrossed my lower body, she stopped, saying “That’s thirty for insubordination. But I don’t think you’ve quite learned your lesson yet.”
Tears streaming down my face, I tried to beg her to forgive me, but the bit turned my every word into meaningless gibberish.
“It’s no use apologizing now.” She said coldly. “I gave you the chance, and you refused. Since you knew that you’d be punished if you stayed silent, I’m assuming that you want me to beat you.” She ran the lash back and forth between my buttocks, the hard leather cool against the skin there. “When I came in, you were putting on a shameless display, as if you needed to be fucked this very instant. I was willing to oblige. But no, you had to be stubborn. So you must have wanted me to do something else with your ass, then. Far be it from me to refuse such a wanton desire.”
And with that, she stepped back, and cracked the whip inside the line between my cheeks! I cried out, and she laughed coldly, took aim, and began to beat me in that tender area. Try as I might, I couldn’t twist away, or close my legs, or do anything else to prevent that onslaught - and every attempt I made, simple caused me to tug painfully on my cock, or else made the weights yank at my nipples.
Eventually, exhausted, totally defeated, I stopped trying to pull away from her whip. I simply allowed myself to hang there, unable to do anything other than moan and cry when the whip struck. She stopped, and setting down the whip, began to work her fingers into my asshole again. This time, it felt like three fingers worked their way in, without the benefit of any lubrication. I was too defeated to protest, and simply cried as she began to work in one more.
“There you go” she said, in a comforting tone of voice, as she forced her hand into my protesting rump. “See? All you have to do is submit. If you resist, all that happens is you get hurt.”
She pulled her hand out, and I heard the sound of a zipper being undone. With a quick tug, she had withdrawn the monster from it’s lair, and came around front so that I could become better acquainted with the beast. She removed the bit from my mouth, and ran her fingers through my hair for a moment, as her new toy bobbed inches away from my nose. It was huge, and thick. Maybe it wasn’t as large as it seemed, but I could swear it was at least two inches in diameter.
“I want you to have a chance to get acquainted with it” she told me, as she bunched her fingers through my hair, and thrust her hips forward. It bobbed against my lips, and I kissed it, before gently taking its head into my mouth. She allowed me to roll my tongue around it for a few minutes before stepping closer and pushing it deeper into my mouth. She let it slide almost halfway in - stopping right before the gagging point, and gently used it to fuck my mouth, thrusting it in and out while I sucked on it and rolled my tongue along it’s surface.
Finally, she put both her hands behind my head, and slowly forced it’s entire length into my mouth, making me swallow the extra length. I could feel it sliding in and out of my throat as she began rhythmically thrusting it’s entire length into me and then withdrawing all but the first inch or two. Tears streaming down my eyes, I choked back an urge to gag and forced myself to relax, to submit to her thrust.
“Good boy” she murmured, as she began to pick up the pace of her thrusting. “That’s it - just relax, and allow me to have my way with you.”
She forced the whole length of it into my throat, pressing my lips against the faded denim of her jeans, my lips rubbing against one of the buttons of her undone fly. She stay there for a moment, deep inside my throat, and I began to panic, my body gasping for air. She drew back suddenly, just long enough to allow me to inhale again, and then began to thrust rapidly, in and out, never withdrawing enough to take her cock all the way out of my throat. She kept this up for what seemed like a long time, at least a minute or so, and I began to pass out from lack of air. Then, just as suddenly, she pulled out, as if she were a man who had just spent his load deep in my throat.
Coughing, my head spinning, I didn’t know that she had gone around behind me, until I felt her hands on my hips. Still wheezing for breath, I was totally unprepared for the powerful thrust of her new toy, forcing itself deep into my already abused ass, with little more lubricant that the spit I had just provided. With a cry, I tried to pull myself off of it (not that it did me any more good this time than the last dozen or so). She simply laughed, and thrust harder, until I could feel her blue jeans rasping against the hot welts on my ass. I cried and moaned as she slid that horrible prod in and out of my hole, until I found myself beginning to relax and submit again.
“That’s right” she said, beginning to encourage me again. “It’s no so bad once you relax and just let it happen, now is it?”
She began to thrust a little harder now, and I began to move with her, rather than trying to escape. The cries and moans that I was making were beginning to change, and instead of protesting this horrible abuse, I was ecstatically shouting. “Harder! Harder!” I began to beg, encouraging my mistress to increase the power of her stroke. “Ah!” was almost all I could cry. “Ah! Yes! Please fuck me! Ah Ah AAHH! AAHHH!!” I was screaming, overcome by a new and unknown pleasure.
My mind exploded in pleasure, as if I had experienced a true orgasm for the first time. Finally, my body went totally limp, as my mistress began to slow down and eventually to withdraw. Totally pliant now, I remained still as she undid the thongs binding my cock and balls, hardly protested as she removed the weighted clamps from my nipples, and then fell happily at her feet once she undid the ropes binding me.
As she knelt on the floor, cradling me in her arms, I looked up at her smiling face. “See? Nothing to be afraid of, after all.” She said, before taking me back to bed with her.
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Found this in an old folder, thought it might be fun to share. It was, I believe, actually a "love letter" I had tucked away in the missus' lunch box one febuary as a little surprise for when she was at work. I do remember being suitably rewarded for my efforts :)
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