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Bruce trail - Part 4
There is a line of dialogue in the Russian film , The Stalker, directed by Andre’ Tarkovsky, which the main character - the Stalker- says, “The Zone wants to be respected. Otherwise it will punish. “
The Zone...yes, The Zone. And, I was right there in it.
Flicking my Gerber knife open, I cut the rope which bound her ankles to her wrists. After un-tying her ankles, I pulled her from the back seat. As soon as she felt solid ground, she charged at me, even though she still had the hood over her head.
I shoved her against the El Dorado.
My hands around her throat, I whispered “Don’t think I won’t hurt you. Don’t think I’m not capable of bad things. Don’t think about an out. Let that all go. Why? Because I’ve got you, baby. “
Her breathing was rapid and short. Mine was slow and steady. I kicked her ankles out, so that she stood now with her legs spread wide with her back up against the car.
The tension of my fingers pressed tight around her throat -slowly released. She began to relax her breathing. I could not tell what her expression was, because of the hood, but I knew she shifting inside her mind. She was waiting... wondering.
I laid one hand against her chest, feeling her heartbeat. I could sense fear inside her. And, I wanted a little more.
The edge of knife is probably one sensation that is not hard to recognize. Especially, if the edge is run up along the inside of the thigh.
Her heartbeat kicked up to triple time and stayed there even when the blade stopped just at the top her inner thigh and just below her black silk panties. I pressed the flat part of the blade against her skin. Then, I moved the steel slowly into position.
With two very quick flicks of my wrist, the blade had done it’s job - the black silk was in my pocket to be used later on.
The ankle rope,once used to bind, now was around her neck as a make shift leash.
I wrapped a few inches of it around my fist, pulling her towards me.
“Come.” I said, flatly.
The entrance - the trail head - to the Bruce Trail was marked with a worn, weathered sign. I lead her past the marker, through the brush and eventually into a clearing that revealed a path which was lined on either side with Maple trees.
I stopped short. She didn’t and ran into me. This startled her, which I wanted. The sunlight was fading and I had to quicken the pace to get there -the destination - before the available light began to seriously deteriorate.
I started forward. She resisted. The more force I used, the more she used her legs to counter. I could hear her gasping for air and a part of me wanted to release the tension. But I did not, knowing that this was what she wanted.
I jerked her down to her knees. She shuffled, still fighting against the rope. I could just make out that she was whimpering. I took her underneath her armpits and lifted her up on to her feet.
“Fight, cry....I don’t care. It won’t help. “ I said in a loud voice. I wanted her to know that she was no where. And, that there was no one who could possibly be around to save her.
About a hundred yards down, the path took a turn to the left. We went right and into the tree line. Each time a branch brushed up against her, she forced a scream out through the ball gag and hood.
Shortly, we were through the tree line. I’m certain she was totally confused as we walked up a slight incline, and then onto a mixture of gravel and small rock.
We both were a little out of breath, she more than I. I turned to survey the area for a moment, then made my move.
It took only a few seconds.
I took the hood off. She found herself kneeling low on the ground. The rope, still around her neck, was tied off-forcing her cheek against the flat, cold surface of a steel rail.
I watched her look to her left and then to her right. Real confusion set in when she realized that she was bound to the tracks of a remote railroad line that cut through the Bruce trail.
I stood over her, taking it all in. Her tightly bound arms and wrists behind her. Her gorgeous, exposed ass in the air. Legs quivering. High heels scuffed. And, of course, her neck tied to the rail.
I leaned down and removed the ball gag from her mouth. Saliva dropped down upon the railroad track, railroad ties and gravel.
“Please. Please. “ she whispered. I stood up and removed my belt from my jeans.
“One last thing before I fuck you.” I spoke out to the tracks itself.
I’m sure something heard her cry out the three times. I did hear birds flutter from the trees.
There were three red marks across her luscious ass. I saw them. I almost did not realize I had made them.
I was right on the edge.
Shoving he panties in her mouth, I secured the material with rope. I didn’t need to gag her. But, I had to.
Then....
I fucked her. I fucked her with such intensity, such will....such need. I drove deep into her. My hands grasping her ass so hard, I know I bruised her.
At first , she was only trying to keep on her knees. Then, I could feel her take me on. She was fucking me back.
I grabbed her hair so I could drive deeper and harder. This made her fuck me harder. Her thighs tightened against mine. Her strong inner muscles took my cock and clamped down. There was an incredible heat - a fire.
Then, she got it.
A different kind of scream rose out from the tracks. It was same as was heard from her a month ago. I wanted to cum so badly. But, I had just enough control not to. She had wanted me to save it for her thing.
Doing that required all the self control I had. Don’t ask what I thought of to achieve this incredible feat. Just know that I will never think of the poster of that stupid cat hanging from the limb of tree in the same manner.
That, and burlap.
to be continued....
The Zone...yes, The Zone. And, I was right there in it.
Flicking my Gerber knife open, I cut the rope which bound her ankles to her wrists. After un-tying her ankles, I pulled her from the back seat. As soon as she felt solid ground, she charged at me, even though she still had the hood over her head.
I shoved her against the El Dorado.
My hands around her throat, I whispered “Don’t think I won’t hurt you. Don’t think I’m not capable of bad things. Don’t think about an out. Let that all go. Why? Because I’ve got you, baby. “
Her breathing was rapid and short. Mine was slow and steady. I kicked her ankles out, so that she stood now with her legs spread wide with her back up against the car.
The tension of my fingers pressed tight around her throat -slowly released. She began to relax her breathing. I could not tell what her expression was, because of the hood, but I knew she shifting inside her mind. She was waiting... wondering.
I laid one hand against her chest, feeling her heartbeat. I could sense fear inside her. And, I wanted a little more.
The edge of knife is probably one sensation that is not hard to recognize. Especially, if the edge is run up along the inside of the thigh.
Her heartbeat kicked up to triple time and stayed there even when the blade stopped just at the top her inner thigh and just below her black silk panties. I pressed the flat part of the blade against her skin. Then, I moved the steel slowly into position.
With two very quick flicks of my wrist, the blade had done it’s job - the black silk was in my pocket to be used later on.
The ankle rope,once used to bind, now was around her neck as a make shift leash.
I wrapped a few inches of it around my fist, pulling her towards me.
“Come.” I said, flatly.
The entrance - the trail head - to the Bruce Trail was marked with a worn, weathered sign. I lead her past the marker, through the brush and eventually into a clearing that revealed a path which was lined on either side with Maple trees.
I stopped short. She didn’t and ran into me. This startled her, which I wanted. The sunlight was fading and I had to quicken the pace to get there -the destination - before the available light began to seriously deteriorate.
I started forward. She resisted. The more force I used, the more she used her legs to counter. I could hear her gasping for air and a part of me wanted to release the tension. But I did not, knowing that this was what she wanted.
I jerked her down to her knees. She shuffled, still fighting against the rope. I could just make out that she was whimpering. I took her underneath her armpits and lifted her up on to her feet.
“Fight, cry....I don’t care. It won’t help. “ I said in a loud voice. I wanted her to know that she was no where. And, that there was no one who could possibly be around to save her.
About a hundred yards down, the path took a turn to the left. We went right and into the tree line. Each time a branch brushed up against her, she forced a scream out through the ball gag and hood.
Shortly, we were through the tree line. I’m certain she was totally confused as we walked up a slight incline, and then onto a mixture of gravel and small rock.
We both were a little out of breath, she more than I. I turned to survey the area for a moment, then made my move.
It took only a few seconds.
I took the hood off. She found herself kneeling low on the ground. The rope, still around her neck, was tied off-forcing her cheek against the flat, cold surface of a steel rail.
I watched her look to her left and then to her right. Real confusion set in when she realized that she was bound to the tracks of a remote railroad line that cut through the Bruce trail.
I stood over her, taking it all in. Her tightly bound arms and wrists behind her. Her gorgeous, exposed ass in the air. Legs quivering. High heels scuffed. And, of course, her neck tied to the rail.
I leaned down and removed the ball gag from her mouth. Saliva dropped down upon the railroad track, railroad ties and gravel.
“Please. Please. “ she whispered. I stood up and removed my belt from my jeans.
“One last thing before I fuck you.” I spoke out to the tracks itself.
I’m sure something heard her cry out the three times. I did hear birds flutter from the trees.
There were three red marks across her luscious ass. I saw them. I almost did not realize I had made them.
I was right on the edge.
Shoving he panties in her mouth, I secured the material with rope. I didn’t need to gag her. But, I had to.
Then....
I fucked her. I fucked her with such intensity, such will....such need. I drove deep into her. My hands grasping her ass so hard, I know I bruised her.
At first , she was only trying to keep on her knees. Then, I could feel her take me on. She was fucking me back.
I grabbed her hair so I could drive deeper and harder. This made her fuck me harder. Her thighs tightened against mine. Her strong inner muscles took my cock and clamped down. There was an incredible heat - a fire.
Then, she got it.
A different kind of scream rose out from the tracks. It was same as was heard from her a month ago. I wanted to cum so badly. But, I had just enough control not to. She had wanted me to save it for her thing.
Doing that required all the self control I had. Don’t ask what I thought of to achieve this incredible feat. Just know that I will never think of the poster of that stupid cat hanging from the limb of tree in the same manner.
That, and burlap.
to be continued....
Bruce Trail - Part 3
Around this time of the year, the sunlight is at ‘golden hour’ about 5.3Op. I had turned off the main highway onto a two lane, black top. The shadows were long . The ball of the sun lay low - just a few degrees above the horizon.
The countryside was beautiful, as I passed field and farmhouse. So much so, that I almost left the ‘play’. But, not quite.
She was in shadow. I could hear her, though....her struggles, her continuous fight to free herself. God, how I loved that she was still so ‘in it’. Just thinking of her back there - hogtied, ball gagged, her panties soaked - made my cock rage.
Gripping the wheel with my right hand, I pushed, pulled and stroked with my left. I had to laugh thinking of an old joke about a computer keyboard with the T,R,D,and S keys all stuck because they were covered in...
The dirt road to ‘the clearing’ came up quickly. A little too quickly and I was forced to I slam down on the brakes. In the rear view, I saw her bounce against the back seat.
“Ummmpph”, I heard her expel out. I grinned.
‘Careful, brother. Don’t fuck around and bust the play.’, I told myself. But, she was still hooded. She had no clue what was happening, or where we were going. The fear, I supposed, was still in her mind.
I cranked the wheel. The big car shifted and slid sideways. Dust from the wheels on the dirt road, filtered in through the open window.
About a hundred down the dirt road, I turned into the Spot. I had scouted it out a month back. She and I had taken a drive out to the country. She wanted me to see how beautiful it was out there. It was. But, all the time I was thinking... plotting, taking mental notes, creating the play...as it were.
It was not far from the Spot where the big car sat, that we-back a month ago- fucked. We were talking and watching the scenery pass by. Suddenly, she just said, “Now. Right here. “ Within a minute of getting the car pulled over to the side of the road, she was fucking me.
Frankly, I had nothing to do with it. She was now in the driver’s seat and I was along for the ride. God, that woman could scream when she hit her stride - rabbits were on the run, cows startled, sheep shedding wool. Yeah, she could give out that sort of orgasm scream.
But, now, it was my turn.
I threw the car in ‘park’. I turned around to see her. Bound and beautiful as she was, all I wanted to do is look at her for a moment. I could hear her whimper. That was sounded I needed to hear from her. My nostrils flared, my blood heated, and I focused.
I focused on what was to be. What I had planned. What I had to do. What I Had to do.
The countryside was beautiful, as I passed field and farmhouse. So much so, that I almost left the ‘play’. But, not quite.
She was in shadow. I could hear her, though....her struggles, her continuous fight to free herself. God, how I loved that she was still so ‘in it’. Just thinking of her back there - hogtied, ball gagged, her panties soaked - made my cock rage.
Gripping the wheel with my right hand, I pushed, pulled and stroked with my left. I had to laugh thinking of an old joke about a computer keyboard with the T,R,D,and S keys all stuck because they were covered in...
The dirt road to ‘the clearing’ came up quickly. A little too quickly and I was forced to I slam down on the brakes. In the rear view, I saw her bounce against the back seat.
“Ummmpph”, I heard her expel out. I grinned.
‘Careful, brother. Don’t fuck around and bust the play.’, I told myself. But, she was still hooded. She had no clue what was happening, or where we were going. The fear, I supposed, was still in her mind.
I cranked the wheel. The big car shifted and slid sideways. Dust from the wheels on the dirt road, filtered in through the open window.
About a hundred down the dirt road, I turned into the Spot. I had scouted it out a month back. She and I had taken a drive out to the country. She wanted me to see how beautiful it was out there. It was. But, all the time I was thinking... plotting, taking mental notes, creating the play...as it were.
It was not far from the Spot where the big car sat, that we-back a month ago- fucked. We were talking and watching the scenery pass by. Suddenly, she just said, “Now. Right here. “ Within a minute of getting the car pulled over to the side of the road, she was fucking me.
Frankly, I had nothing to do with it. She was now in the driver’s seat and I was along for the ride. God, that woman could scream when she hit her stride - rabbits were on the run, cows startled, sheep shedding wool. Yeah, she could give out that sort of orgasm scream.
But, now, it was my turn.
I threw the car in ‘park’. I turned around to see her. Bound and beautiful as she was, all I wanted to do is look at her for a moment. I could hear her whimper. That was sounded I needed to hear from her. My nostrils flared, my blood heated, and I focused.
I focused on what was to be. What I had planned. What I had to do. What I Had to do.
Bruce trail part 1
She knew the exact day, But, I knew the exact time.
The daylight hours were longer, now. Much longer than when we first talked over the phone about the play. I had composed three scenes for her. She chose the first, as I hoped that she would, which thrilled me knowing that this was going to be the most intense of the three.
I had arrived early in the afternoon. My cab from the airport took me to the rental office in less than a half hour. There were no surprises - the black 1976 El Dorado was ready. I walked around it - approaching it as one conspirator to another.
The window of opportunity was from 3p. to 7p. I decided it was going down in the daylight. A greater degree of danger of being seen, or being caught.
She was expecting evening or night. No, that’s not true. it was going down after sundown. In fact, she told me that directly. But, I’m a brat. So...
I reached downtown before rush hour, pulled the El Dorado into the parking spot that had been agreed upon. At the security desk, inside her office building, I dropped off the keys to my co-conspirator and gave instructions to the guard to notifly her that the keys had arrived.
Once she received the message from the guard, she would immediately look out the window, take in that it was still daylight, cream a little perhaps, make the excuse to her staff, and rush out.
I had to move fast. The car was a two door with the huge back seat. I nestled down behind the driver’s seat, checked my bondage bag....and waited.
Ten minutes passed, then five more. I got a little edgy. Hey, I was on fire, too. Then I heard the ‘clicking of high heels’. Nothing like it the world. That singular sound sends me off and was that sound that made the switch for me. I was now the stranger, the captor....Him.
Her pace quickened as she near the car, but then...stopped. Seconds passed. Was she going to bail? I almost raised my head up which would have busted the whole play. However, I thought better of it and was glad I did when I heard the ‘clicking’ start again.
I saw her through the back driver’s seat window. I grinned, watching her fumble with the keys as she tried to un-lock the door.
The big, heavy black door swung open, letting in such a volume of sun light that I winced, forcing my eyes to re-adjust to the change of exposure.
She settled into the driver’s seat and slid the key into the ignition. It was quiet in the car. I could hear her breathing. And, quite possibly, she could hear mine. In the dashboard of the car there was one of those old style clocks. I could hear it's second hand tick out each second.
My fingers, covered by leather gloves, gripped each end of a black strip of cloth that I would use to restrain her. I held the cloth in the same manner as strangler would. My whole body was still and tense...waiting for her next move.
She fired up the big V8 engine. The cylinders stroked into action.
So did I.
To be continued...
The daylight hours were longer, now. Much longer than when we first talked over the phone about the play. I had composed three scenes for her. She chose the first, as I hoped that she would, which thrilled me knowing that this was going to be the most intense of the three.
I had arrived early in the afternoon. My cab from the airport took me to the rental office in less than a half hour. There were no surprises - the black 1976 El Dorado was ready. I walked around it - approaching it as one conspirator to another.
The window of opportunity was from 3p. to 7p. I decided it was going down in the daylight. A greater degree of danger of being seen, or being caught.
She was expecting evening or night. No, that’s not true. it was going down after sundown. In fact, she told me that directly. But, I’m a brat. So...
I reached downtown before rush hour, pulled the El Dorado into the parking spot that had been agreed upon. At the security desk, inside her office building, I dropped off the keys to my co-conspirator and gave instructions to the guard to notifly her that the keys had arrived.
Once she received the message from the guard, she would immediately look out the window, take in that it was still daylight, cream a little perhaps, make the excuse to her staff, and rush out.
I had to move fast. The car was a two door with the huge back seat. I nestled down behind the driver’s seat, checked my bondage bag....and waited.
Ten minutes passed, then five more. I got a little edgy. Hey, I was on fire, too. Then I heard the ‘clicking of high heels’. Nothing like it the world. That singular sound sends me off and was that sound that made the switch for me. I was now the stranger, the captor....Him.
Her pace quickened as she near the car, but then...stopped. Seconds passed. Was she going to bail? I almost raised my head up which would have busted the whole play. However, I thought better of it and was glad I did when I heard the ‘clicking’ start again.
I saw her through the back driver’s seat window. I grinned, watching her fumble with the keys as she tried to un-lock the door.
The big, heavy black door swung open, letting in such a volume of sun light that I winced, forcing my eyes to re-adjust to the change of exposure.
She settled into the driver’s seat and slid the key into the ignition. It was quiet in the car. I could hear her breathing. And, quite possibly, she could hear mine. In the dashboard of the car there was one of those old style clocks. I could hear it's second hand tick out each second.
My fingers, covered by leather gloves, gripped each end of a black strip of cloth that I would use to restrain her. I held the cloth in the same manner as strangler would. My whole body was still and tense...waiting for her next move.
She fired up the big V8 engine. The cylinders stroked into action.
So did I.
To be continued...
Monday, November 9, 2009
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The open patio door -short story
‘Your name is Brad?” Madeline spoke seductively into her old time phone with the long cord attached. She liked using it because she could twirl the cord into her fingers tightly. And, she had been a life guard in high school.
“Yes, it’s Brad.” It wasn’t Brad. Actually, his name was Thomas.
“I....this is a first for me to call. Are we going to IM, too? Like at the same time? Because I like reading it, too.” Brad sat as his makeshift desk in the basement of his aunt and uncle’s home. He had agreed to house sit for his relatives while they were away. It also gave him a great place to finish his doctoral thesis.
“Yes, Brad. We will IM, too.” Madeline smiled to herself and to her cat, Tip. The rain outside cooled down her apartment. It was a summer night and she felt the need to leave the door open to the patio outside. Tip had come inside, because, well....cats hate rain.
“Brad...I have next to me several pair of black stockings and a nice silk thong. You know, for the gag.”
There was a long pause. “Brad? You there, Brad?”
Brad, hearing this wonderful voice saying the word ‘gag’ made him push his hand hard on his cock that was now rising quickly inside his jeans.
“Yes, sorry. The gag. Oh, Madeline that sounds so good when you say it.”
“I know Brad. Ok, before we start, did you pay the on-line fee, like I asked?”
“Yes, I just did.” Brad clicked onto a link which confirmed his payment.
“Now, Brad. Instruct me. Tell me what you want me to do. I’m you’re to play with.” Madeline distinctly heard a shuffling noise coming from the outside patio. She turned around to see. There was only the light rain hitting the brick patio. She thought to close the doors, but she had a customer.
‘Do you have those high heels on?” Brad was viewing Madeline’s profile. It showed only her long legs and wearing black patent leather heels.
Madeline looked down at her feet. Yes, she did have them on. She didn’t have to wear them, but, wearing them got her in the mood.
“Yes, I have them on. Now what?”
“I want you to...to...tie your ankles together with the stockings. And your knees too.” Brad said the last part so quickly, that Madeline chuckled.
Madeline tied her ankles tightly with a long stocking. Then she did the same around her knees. She loved bondage and loved to tie herself up.
“Now what?” Madeline twirled the phone cord around her fingers as she admired her work.
“What do you mean?” Brad asked with really not a clue.
‘The gag?” Madeline replied.
“YES! Please. The gag.” Brad slapped his forehead with the flat of his hand. So hard, it left a red mark.
“Panties in mouth and then secure it with another stocking, right?”, Madeline shook her head and giggled. Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a shadow. Again, she turned. Nothing. Probably it was Tip.
“Now once I gag myself, I will go to IM. But you will hear me ‘mmmmpphing’ into the phone. Ok?”
At that, Brad had to stand up before he came inside his jeans. Never had he heard those words that he had being dying to her. She was good. Very good.
“Ok.”, his breathing a little more shallow, now.
Madeline pushed two pair of her panties into her mouth. Then using another stocking,she pulled it tight between her lips and tied the stocking off at the back of her head.
‘Can you make that sound for me?” Brad barely got out.
At that very moment a black gloved hand yanked Madeline’s head back against her chair.
”MMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!”, Madeline screamed out.
“Oh, yes. Yes!! That’s so good. Just right.” Brad gave up at that point and dropped his jeans, exposing his hard cock to his computer screen.
“MMMMMMMPhhhhh”, Madeline felt hands pulling her wrists back behind her and then being tied off with what she was sure of as yet another one of her silk stockings. She looked to see a masked man glaring down at her.
Brad saw the IM pop up..
--like it? Can you hear me?
Brad typed....
--yes. oh, yes. And, I can hear you still.
The masked intruder typed..
--good. there’s more you want?
Madeline fought for all she could. ‘MMMMMMMphhhhh”, she could only do. The masked intruder then wrapped the phone cord around her neck so that the receiver was just under her chin.
The intruder typed...
I’ve wrapped the phone cord around my neck.
Brad feverishly typed...
yes yes yes.
Still connected to the phone base, the remainder of the phone cord was tied straight down from her neck to the bindings around her knees. This forced Madeline’s torso to bend over in a very un-comfortable position.
The intruder typed...
--i want you to do something
Brad pulled his hand out from his underwear and typed..
--waht>
Brad back spaced and typed..
--Sure. Anything
The intruder typed..
---bend me over and fuck me. on my desk. now. Im tied up and can not do anything to prevent you from doing it.
The intruder included one those little smiley faces in the IM text.
Madeline’s eyes grew wide when she saw what the intruder had typed.
“MMMMMmMMMMMMpppphjgghghhhhgggghhghmmmm” she screamed.
Brad could hear those sweet sounds from her. A little distant. But, oh how he loved it. This was worth every dollar.
The intruder pushed Madeline up and down onto her desk. Her forehead hit the keyboard.
Brad saw this come over the IM...
--;zLXCIugf[qah][s
He responded..
---a’;psdokljg[]asdkjga][sdkj!!!!!
That exchange repeated itself for several moments. Madeline was getting her lights fucked out and Brad was masturbating like crazy.
“UUMmmmmmpmmphhhhh!!’ Brad could hear her through the phone.
Brad typed...
--I’m coming to.
And he did.
There was a pause. No communication at all. Then...
The intruder typed..
thank you brad. i ‘oved it. bye.
Brad heard the click of the phone and saw the IM sign off.
“Bye.” Brad sighed.
It took Madeline an hour to un-tie herself after the intruder had spent the better part of four hours with her.
Madeline stumbled over to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Her phone rang.
“Hello?” she said.
“That was hot, wasn’t it baby?” the voice said.
“Oh, baby. Yes. I loved the black gloves. Still smell them. Are you coming over later?” She purred.
“Maybe. bye.” the phone clicked off.
“Bye.” Madeline cradled the phone and went to take a well deserved bath.
“Yes, it’s Brad.” It wasn’t Brad. Actually, his name was Thomas.
“I....this is a first for me to call. Are we going to IM, too? Like at the same time? Because I like reading it, too.” Brad sat as his makeshift desk in the basement of his aunt and uncle’s home. He had agreed to house sit for his relatives while they were away. It also gave him a great place to finish his doctoral thesis.
“Yes, Brad. We will IM, too.” Madeline smiled to herself and to her cat, Tip. The rain outside cooled down her apartment. It was a summer night and she felt the need to leave the door open to the patio outside. Tip had come inside, because, well....cats hate rain.
“Brad...I have next to me several pair of black stockings and a nice silk thong. You know, for the gag.”
There was a long pause. “Brad? You there, Brad?”
Brad, hearing this wonderful voice saying the word ‘gag’ made him push his hand hard on his cock that was now rising quickly inside his jeans.
“Yes, sorry. The gag. Oh, Madeline that sounds so good when you say it.”
“I know Brad. Ok, before we start, did you pay the on-line fee, like I asked?”
“Yes, I just did.” Brad clicked onto a link which confirmed his payment.
“Now, Brad. Instruct me. Tell me what you want me to do. I’m you’re to play with.” Madeline distinctly heard a shuffling noise coming from the outside patio. She turned around to see. There was only the light rain hitting the brick patio. She thought to close the doors, but she had a customer.
‘Do you have those high heels on?” Brad was viewing Madeline’s profile. It showed only her long legs and wearing black patent leather heels.
Madeline looked down at her feet. Yes, she did have them on. She didn’t have to wear them, but, wearing them got her in the mood.
“Yes, I have them on. Now what?”
“I want you to...to...tie your ankles together with the stockings. And your knees too.” Brad said the last part so quickly, that Madeline chuckled.
Madeline tied her ankles tightly with a long stocking. Then she did the same around her knees. She loved bondage and loved to tie herself up.
“Now what?” Madeline twirled the phone cord around her fingers as she admired her work.
“What do you mean?” Brad asked with really not a clue.
‘The gag?” Madeline replied.
“YES! Please. The gag.” Brad slapped his forehead with the flat of his hand. So hard, it left a red mark.
“Panties in mouth and then secure it with another stocking, right?”, Madeline shook her head and giggled. Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a shadow. Again, she turned. Nothing. Probably it was Tip.
“Now once I gag myself, I will go to IM. But you will hear me ‘mmmmpphing’ into the phone. Ok?”
At that, Brad had to stand up before he came inside his jeans. Never had he heard those words that he had being dying to her. She was good. Very good.
“Ok.”, his breathing a little more shallow, now.
Madeline pushed two pair of her panties into her mouth. Then using another stocking,she pulled it tight between her lips and tied the stocking off at the back of her head.
‘Can you make that sound for me?” Brad barely got out.
At that very moment a black gloved hand yanked Madeline’s head back against her chair.
”MMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!”, Madeline screamed out.
“Oh, yes. Yes!! That’s so good. Just right.” Brad gave up at that point and dropped his jeans, exposing his hard cock to his computer screen.
“MMMMMMMPhhhhh”, Madeline felt hands pulling her wrists back behind her and then being tied off with what she was sure of as yet another one of her silk stockings. She looked to see a masked man glaring down at her.
Brad saw the IM pop up..
--like it? Can you hear me?
Brad typed....
--yes. oh, yes. And, I can hear you still.
The masked intruder typed..
--good. there’s more you want?
Madeline fought for all she could. ‘MMMMMMMphhhhh”, she could only do. The masked intruder then wrapped the phone cord around her neck so that the receiver was just under her chin.
The intruder typed...
I’ve wrapped the phone cord around my neck.
Brad feverishly typed...
yes yes yes.
Still connected to the phone base, the remainder of the phone cord was tied straight down from her neck to the bindings around her knees. This forced Madeline’s torso to bend over in a very un-comfortable position.
The intruder typed...
--i want you to do something
Brad pulled his hand out from his underwear and typed..
--waht>
Brad back spaced and typed..
--Sure. Anything
The intruder typed..
---bend me over and fuck me. on my desk. now. Im tied up and can not do anything to prevent you from doing it.
The intruder included one those little smiley faces in the IM text.
Madeline’s eyes grew wide when she saw what the intruder had typed.
“MMMMMmMMMMMMpppphjgghghhhhgggghhghmmmm” she screamed.
Brad could hear those sweet sounds from her. A little distant. But, oh how he loved it. This was worth every dollar.
The intruder pushed Madeline up and down onto her desk. Her forehead hit the keyboard.
Brad saw this come over the IM...
--;zLXCIugf[qah][s
He responded..
---a’;psdokljg[]asdkjga][sdkj!!!!!
That exchange repeated itself for several moments. Madeline was getting her lights fucked out and Brad was masturbating like crazy.
“UUMmmmmmpmmphhhhh!!’ Brad could hear her through the phone.
Brad typed...
--I’m coming to.
And he did.
There was a pause. No communication at all. Then...
The intruder typed..
thank you brad. i ‘oved it. bye.
Brad heard the click of the phone and saw the IM sign off.
“Bye.” Brad sighed.
It took Madeline an hour to un-tie herself after the intruder had spent the better part of four hours with her.
Madeline stumbled over to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Her phone rang.
“Hello?” she said.
“That was hot, wasn’t it baby?” the voice said.
“Oh, baby. Yes. I loved the black gloves. Still smell them. Are you coming over later?” She purred.
“Maybe. bye.” the phone clicked off.
“Bye.” Madeline cradled the phone and went to take a well deserved bath.
The Alley - Short story
“ I want to go fuck, now.”, she whispered in my ear. She pratically had to. The music in the club was loud and we had a table very close to the stage.
To be fair, I had had my fingers inside her for the past five minutes - stroking her until she finally gave in. Hey....I couldn’t help it. She was just looking too fine that evening.
I signaled over to our waiter. He came by and I handed him a $20. “Tom, we’ll be back in a while.” He smiled and dropped a ‘reserved’ card on the table.
The club was an older building downtown. An alleyway was adjacent to it. I was leading her out of the club and I immediately saw the alley - perfect.
“The alley?” she asked, a little nervous excitment in her voice.
“The alley.” I said, and guided her down into the darker region. High brick walls surrounded us. It was dark and little foreboding. I knew she would like that. She likes have a little fear mixed in. So, I do my best to find the right setting.
I was wearing a black, wool suit with a red tie that night. The tie was new. I purchased it for the date. I pushed her up against the brick wall.
“Stay.”, I said. She faced me. Fuck, she was looking great that night.
I pulled off my tie, made a slip knot at one end and slipped it over her head and around her neck.
“What are doing? That’s your new tie!”
I motioned for her to be quiet. Then, using the necktie as a leash, I pulled her further down into the dark.
She was behind me. I could hear those lovely little sounds of clicking slut shoes on brick pavement. The more I heard, the harder I got. And, I don’t mean in the heart.
There was this pipe that ran horizontally along the wall, about six feet upfrom the ground. We stopped there. I used the other end of my tie to secure her to the pipe in fashion that she had to be up on her toes. Not too dangerously...she still had some ‘play’ room.
I often carry with me a role of inch wide, black electrical tape. Tonight was no exception. Her wrists were taped behind her. While was in the process of doing that, she pushed her knee into my crotch, rubbing my hard cock.
“That’s it. “ I whispered to her. I stepped back at just looked at her. She had spread her legs wide.
“Well? “ she murmured.
I raised her skirt up to reveal her lace panties. They were soaked and I smiled. I kneeled down onto the filthy alley floor in my nice suit. Leaning into her, I touched my tongue against her lace...
She moved her hips up and down, making her pussy / clit strike the tip of my tongue. I licked her with a flicking motion.
“Fuck, this driving me crazy. Fuck me!!” she yelled out. It was a good thing we were far enough down the alley for no one to hear. As far I knew.
I pulled he panties down and off. Then, I dropped my pants. I slid my cock in between her thighs...teasing her. I knew I couldn’t do this for long or she would find a way to kill me for real.
My hands firmly under her ass, I lifted her up and onto me. Her beautiful legs wrapped around my lower waist. I could see a little strain in the necktie...
“you ok?” I said...just checking.
“yes. fuck me.”
I moved her and my hips, rocking and pushing against her as her back hit against the brick wall. I could tell she was cumming by the fact that she was starting to crush my hips with her legs.
She wasn’t loud. But , god that ‘sigh’ and her voice as she came. The more she came, the harder I fucked her against that alleyway wall.....
Tom took away the reserved sign and made notice of my missing tie and her ‘just fucked’ hair.
To be fair, I had had my fingers inside her for the past five minutes - stroking her until she finally gave in. Hey....I couldn’t help it. She was just looking too fine that evening.
I signaled over to our waiter. He came by and I handed him a $20. “Tom, we’ll be back in a while.” He smiled and dropped a ‘reserved’ card on the table.
The club was an older building downtown. An alleyway was adjacent to it. I was leading her out of the club and I immediately saw the alley - perfect.
“The alley?” she asked, a little nervous excitment in her voice.
“The alley.” I said, and guided her down into the darker region. High brick walls surrounded us. It was dark and little foreboding. I knew she would like that. She likes have a little fear mixed in. So, I do my best to find the right setting.
I was wearing a black, wool suit with a red tie that night. The tie was new. I purchased it for the date. I pushed her up against the brick wall.
“Stay.”, I said. She faced me. Fuck, she was looking great that night.
I pulled off my tie, made a slip knot at one end and slipped it over her head and around her neck.
“What are doing? That’s your new tie!”
I motioned for her to be quiet. Then, using the necktie as a leash, I pulled her further down into the dark.
She was behind me. I could hear those lovely little sounds of clicking slut shoes on brick pavement. The more I heard, the harder I got. And, I don’t mean in the heart.
There was this pipe that ran horizontally along the wall, about six feet upfrom the ground. We stopped there. I used the other end of my tie to secure her to the pipe in fashion that she had to be up on her toes. Not too dangerously...she still had some ‘play’ room.
I often carry with me a role of inch wide, black electrical tape. Tonight was no exception. Her wrists were taped behind her. While was in the process of doing that, she pushed her knee into my crotch, rubbing my hard cock.
“That’s it. “ I whispered to her. I stepped back at just looked at her. She had spread her legs wide.
“Well? “ she murmured.
I raised her skirt up to reveal her lace panties. They were soaked and I smiled. I kneeled down onto the filthy alley floor in my nice suit. Leaning into her, I touched my tongue against her lace...
She moved her hips up and down, making her pussy / clit strike the tip of my tongue. I licked her with a flicking motion.
“Fuck, this driving me crazy. Fuck me!!” she yelled out. It was a good thing we were far enough down the alley for no one to hear. As far I knew.
I pulled he panties down and off. Then, I dropped my pants. I slid my cock in between her thighs...teasing her. I knew I couldn’t do this for long or she would find a way to kill me for real.
My hands firmly under her ass, I lifted her up and onto me. Her beautiful legs wrapped around my lower waist. I could see a little strain in the necktie...
“you ok?” I said...just checking.
“yes. fuck me.”
I moved her and my hips, rocking and pushing against her as her back hit against the brick wall. I could tell she was cumming by the fact that she was starting to crush my hips with her legs.
She wasn’t loud. But , god that ‘sigh’ and her voice as she came. The more she came, the harder I fucked her against that alleyway wall.....
Tom took away the reserved sign and made notice of my missing tie and her ‘just fucked’ hair.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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