5 comments/ 53387 views/ 1 favorites Obsessions Ch. 01 By: Zanzibar The touch of something soft and light brushing across her stomach and ribs brought her out of sleep slowly, then suddenly brought her jarringly awake as Elyndria realized she could not move her hands to brush away the itch. Her eyes flew open to blackness and as she started to scream, she realized her eyes and mouth were covered as well. She was bound spread eagled on a fur or blanket of some kind, and the air was warm around her as she lay there in naked splendor. How? What? Who? Were just some of the questions that ran through her mind as she fought to drive off panic. Shaking her head rapidly back and forth, she sought to dislodge the bindings, but her efforts were to no avail. Suddenly, there was a soft whisper by her left ear. "There's no use struggling, my pretty bird, you are well and truly caught. I've been admiring you from afar while you were so haughty and cold, disdaining those around you as if they weren't worthy of your notice. A few gold in the right hands, and now you are here at my mercy." She struggled against the bindings, but he spoke the truth, and her arms and legs were truly immobile. Her body shivered from fear and terror as she fully realized her helplessness. Small whimpers made their way through the bindings across her mouth as she wondered what her captor was going to do with her. Tales of rape and torture had made their way back from frontier villages and the thought of such happening to her filled her with dread. The soft voice returned, as if he was reading her mind. "I know you're wondering what will happen to you, don't you my little bird... It's quite simple really... I'm going to break that cold shell that surrounds you and turn that chill haughtiness into something more, something attractive, something alive..." Warm fingers lightly touched her at the hollow of her neck, and began to trace a slow trail down her body. Weaving their way down between her breasts, then brushing along her stomach down towards her waist. Suddenly, just as she tensed anticipating the violation of her body, the fingers withdrew and the voice returned. "Oh no, nothing fast and brutal for you. That would just make you colder and more aloof. By the time I'm finished, you'll be begging for a touch or a caress, begging for a man between your legs." A soft laughter seemed to fill the room. "For now, think about that, pretty bird." And the room fell silent... ==================== Elyndria's emotions whirled through a gamut of fear, horror, anticipation, questioning... Who was her mysterious captor, why would he do this to her, and what was he planning. She strained to hear any sound, but the room was silent. Not even the faint whisper of a breeze or wall hangings rustling as the air moved or someone passed. Soon she was longing for any sound or sign that would break the silence or lack of sensation. Finally, her head fell to the side as her body surrendered and she fell back into a light sleep. It seemed like only an instant had passed when she felt a chill. She started once more as a drop of chill water dribbled from somewhere onto her left breast. She could feel her nipple start to crinkle and swell from the cold as the drop slide slowly down the swell of her breast and then down along her chest to rest in the hollow of her stomach. Just as the first drop stopped its motion, a drop of hot water was dribbled onto her right breast, starting its own journey along her skin to join with the first and start the beginnings of a tiny pool of water. She thought she had just dreamed it all, unsure of what she had felt when the next cold drop connected with her tender flesh. A soft whisper pierced the silence near her right ear, breaking into her concentration as she anticipated the next warm drop to reach her skin. "See how you seek the stimulation already, and such just been a short time since you arrived." A small cube of ice was swirled around her right nipple, startling her with the break in the pattern, and she could feel it as well hardening as her aureole crinkled from the chill. A tiny river of cold water slowly trickled down her body as the contact continued. "You'll learn you can't anticipate what will happen next, little bird." A warm waft of air moved across her stomach, raising goose bumps as it came in contact with the chill rivulet running along her body. Then the sudden touch of something warm against her skin jolted her awareness yet again. The cold from the ice continued its slow motion as the warm sensations moved in such a way she came to realize was someone's tongue. They were slowly licking the water from her body... making their way up the trail of water coming ever closer to her breasts. Her breathing started to quicken as fear and anticipation warred inside her. She'd never felt the sensations running through her body and yet she was bound and helpless, the subject of someone's insidious attention. "Feel the sensations, feel your senses come alive..." Just as the flicking tongue reached the base of her breast, it and the ice cube were suddenly pulled away, leaving her aching for a touch, alone again... And the room fell silent... ==================== A soft rumbling sound brought Elyndria from her state of sleeping or dozing. She had lost all track of time as she lay bound and gagged. It seemed to rise and fall in volume as it came from somewhere beside her head. After several moments, she recognized the sound as the purring of a cat, remembering such from a time when she had sat quietly somewhere with a friends kitten on her lap. What was a cat doing here? Whiskers played across her right ear, and then the feel of fur brushed against her head as the cat rubbed along the side of her face. She could feel goose bumps raise along her arms, but yet she found herself trying to press against the contact. The cat slowly walked down the length of her body, rubbing against her elbow, hip and side. The bound girl almost jumped out of her skin when she felt a tiny bite on her toe from the cat's sharp teeth. She could feel her body trembling, as the cat moved along her left side, then with a tiny leap, landed lightly on her stomach. She could feel the tips of each tiny claw as the cat walked in a small circle once... twice.... and then settled in a warm fur ball against the base of her breasts. She could feel the tail waving back and forth against her skin, the soft fur like silk as it teased her with its flicking motions. The rumbling of the cats purring resumed, and she could feel the catch stretch out its front legs and begin to knead her skin. Each little toe and claw point making impressions in her skin, tiny pricks of pain warring with the feeling of pleasure from the contact of the cat against her, reveling in the sensations and afraid to move for fear the cat would leave her alone again. Every nerve ending seemed alive as Elyndria tried to memorize each touch and sensation to fill the void when she was left alone. She'd never realized how much she missed the sensations she was denied now, how alone and helpless she felt without the feel of her clothing, the smells and tastes of her food, the sounds of people around her. The purring was like a symphony of music to her now, even the little pricks and kneading against her skin in time with the beat of her heart just made her seem more alive. She lived! Her head rocked from side to side and the purring stopped, as the cat felt her body move. She let out a soft moan against the gag, willing the cat to stay with silent thoughts as she tried to remain motionless once more. She cried out silently in her mind as the cat rose and started to move, and then rejoiced when the cat simply turned so that it was laying on her chest, nestled between her breasts with its face up close to her own. She could feel the warmth of the cats breath and smell the scent of some kind of fish. The cat seemed to be pulling at something with its teeth, and Elyndria felt the bindings around her gag loosen. Hope flared bright as she dared hope the bindings would come undone, and she could speak, or cry out for help... or even just whisper to herself and the cat, to hear something besides silence and emptiness. Suddenly, there was a yowl of surprise and the weight of the cat was pulled from her chest, leaving only the memory of the cat's warmth and soft fur against her skin. Anger and sadness flushed through her body, heightened even more when she felt a warm breath and heard the whispered voice by her ear. "I see you met..." and the voice paused for a moment, and then continued with a hint of amusement, "Teaser. Such a bad kitty... to be bothering you like that." She wanted to cry out that she wasn't being bothered, to bring the cat back, but she knew that would just play into her captors hands and she wasn't ready for that. She was strong and determined she'd get through whatever they did to her, and then seek her revenge. The voice returned once more along the other side of your head, "We'll leave you alone now, to think about what's happening." The sound of the purring started to fade into the distance as the last thing Elyndria heard was the voice of the man talking to the cat about little birds and then laughing. And the room fell silent... ================== Intrigued? Enticed? Let me know what you think, because there's more to come. Do you want to see it? Obsessions Ch. 01 Obsession: Uncontrollable fascination and preoccupation over a person or an object, resulting in abnormal or deviant behavior. My name is Gail. I married Rob right out of college when I was 21. I'm 26 now and Rob is a distributor for a large pharmaceutical company. He travels most of the time, and I stay busy with my yogi classes and taking care of the garden. For the past five years, my life has been pretty much routine, until a few months ago. Let me start off by saying that except for two fumbling attempts at sex with my old high school boyfriend, Rob is the only man I've slept with during five years of marriage. The sudden change in that came about almost by accident, and guilt over my uncontrollable behavior finally made me consult a sex therapist to get past it. My therapist, Cleo, has worked with other patients like me and believes that by sharing our stories with others and receiving positive feedback, we can overcome these guilt feelings and turn our lives around. I've read her stories on this site written by some of her other troubled clients, and now realize I am not such a freak after all. She offered to help me write this segment, but while I'm no author I'm a college grad and want to put down my true feelings and thoughts, as I am the one who committed these acts of adultery. I promise I won't try to diminish my actions, or spare myself in any way. I'm not writing this to ask for forgiveness. I'm writing it for myself, and try to understand my behavior. Right now, my life is a mess and I'm a complete basket-case. So . . . on to what happened to me. A few months ago I was cutting the shrubs between our property and the neighbor's house, when I happened to glance up through his bathroom window and saw him taking a shower. Harvey is a widower, fifty-five or sixty years old. It's hard to tell his age. I just thought of him as being older. He's a big man, six-foot four or five, well over two-hundred pounds. I've seen him out jogging and he's really hairy, too. For the most part, I think chest and leg hair on men is gross. As I started backing away from the window, I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed his penis. Limp and thick, it hung between his hairy thighs almost to his knees. I'm not lying! He was shampooing his hair and I knew he couldn't see me, so I stared at him without even thinking that what I was doing was morally reprehensible, and probably even illegal. Slowly, I became aware my heart was pounding against my chest and I was holding my breath. As he rinsed the soap from his eyes, I hurriedly backed away and went into my house, where I weakly collapsed into a chair, my knees extremely shaky and I was trembling all over. My god, I asked myself. What had I just done? I closed my eyes and I could still see that gigantic cock swinging limply between my neighbor's hairy thighs. Shaken and still trembling, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the image vividly etched into my mind. Standing under the cool shower a long time I masturbated to two climaxes. Later, I berated myself for what I'd done and decided to take a short nap, but every time I closed my eyelids I still saw that appendage swinging before my eyes. Over the next week, I became more aware of Harvey's coming and going. He jogged every other day, then went inside and came out forty minutes later looking freshly showered. He always went to his backyard hammock then and read for another hour before going back inside. That was his routine. I didn't dwell upon the reason I wanted to know that information, telling myself I was only curious about my neighbor. Rob came home during that time, we had our usual sex which I always enjoyed, and then went through our daily lives as always. The image of Harvey taking a shower never completely left me though. It became even more pronounced when Rob and I made love, as I imagined that fat meaty thing in my mouth, or slowly sliding inside my wet vagina. That was strange, because Rob and I rarely had oral sex. I fantasized what it must look like when it became excited, dismissing my day-dreams as harmless fantasy. When traveling, Rob usually drove the BMW, but when he left for his next trip he flew, so I drove him to the airport. I had a dental cleaning right afterward, so I was dressed in heels and a short summer dress that day, my long blond hair piled high, nice earrings. I looked good. Harvey was standing near his open garage door when I drove up. I picked up his newspaper from near our curb, strolled over and handed it to him. We chatted for a moment, his eyes all over me. In my mind, I kept thinking, this is a man I've seen naked - the one with that huge penis. I must admit I was a little buzzed by the idea of being almost close enough to touch that monster cock, and as I walked away I intentionally strutted a bit, swaying my hips. All the way to the front door I could feel his eyes on my ass. I admit, I have always liked being admired by men. I dressed in my usual garden-working shorts, prepared and nibbled on a light snack. An hour later I watched as Harvey returned from his run and went inside. I gave him 10 minutes and retrieved the garden sheers from the garage. My heart in my mouth, I went back to the area I'd visited that other day. From outside his house near the bathroom window, I could hear the shower running inside. Heart pounding, I edged closer, peeking inside. Harvey stood under the shower, soaping his genitals. I suddenly realized that I was staring into a large mirror and it was actually a reflection of Harvey I was looking at. By the angle, I knew I couldn't be seen from when I stood. Taking some comfort in that knowledge I moved out farther where I could observe better. I watched him soap his cock and balls, slowly stroking its incredible length and pulling the skin back from an enormous crown, washing around it thoroughly. I was mesmerized by the sight. Rob's penis is circumcised. I'd never seen one that wasn't before. Harvey's big hairy balls looked like oranges hanging down half the length of his cock. There was nothing sexual about his actions, and I guess I'd admit I was disappointed I didn't see it aroused. As for me, I realized the crouch of my shorts was sopping wet, and my vagina felt like it was on fire. In fact, I had never been so excited in my life! I was wearing loose-leg shorts, easily able reach under the legs and touch my bare pussy. Had I subconsciously failed to wear panties for this very reason? I didn't know and didn't dwell on it because as soon as I touched my clit I climaxed in a gush, trembling and heaving as I sank to my knees, fighting to remain silent. As my climax subsided I clutched my hands between my legs for a minute longer, trying to recover. When I became aware of my surroundings again and looked back through the window, Harvey had suddenly vanished. I immediately panicked, rushing to my back door and quickly going inside. I hurriedly looked out all the windows trying to ascertain if I'd been seen. But it was only my guilt speaking. I was safe. Safe - but stupid. I berated myself for almost an hour for my aberrant behavior. What had I been thinking? Rob was a faithful, loving husband who deserved more from his wife. I knew some men sneaked around and did these things - peeping Toms. I wasn't like that. I was just curious. Nothing more. I took a quick shower and went in to prepare a cool drink. Through my back window, I saw Harvey at his usual place in the hammock, wearing a t-shirt and light sweat pants. He was reading a book. Curious about what he read, I found Rob's binoculars and peeked through the glass door. Fifty Shades of Gray! It was a three book trilogy still on the NY Times Best Seller List, and I'd read the last segment just the week before - pure eroticism concerning a young woman who learned about sexual pain and pleasure. Almost with a mind of their own, the glasses slowly shifted down the length of his body. Clearly visible against the soft fabric of his jersey pants, was the heavy outline of the penis I'd seen earlier. I guess I hadn't fully recovered from my earlier excitement because my heart accelerated to where I might have a heart attack, and I was suddenly having difficulty breathing again. It was as though my hands were itching with the urge to touch that thing right through the material. Putting my mind in neutral, I made a pitcher of ice tea and then without planning it, grabbed an extra glass and headed out toward the hammock. He looked up, watching me approach, his expression showing the approval at what he was seeing. "Afternoon," I called out. "It's hot today and you look as if you could stand something cold to drink." He grinned, swinging his legs over the side of the hammock and standing. "Sure could. Ice tea delivered by the prettiest wife in the neighborhood is always welcome. Come on let's sit on the patio where it's cooler." I followed him there and we both were seated in lounge chairs just a few feet apart. After making small talk for a few moments, he suddenly held up his book. "You read this one?" I might've blushed, admitting that I had and had liked it. "What part did you like the best?" he asked. I was suddenly having trouble breathing again, trying to not look directly at that bulge in his sweat pants. When I didn't answer right away, he went on. "I liked the part where she performed oral on him, for the first time in her life," he said, grinning like a wolf. "Then he'd bent her over that table . . . and oh my god, that was hot!" As he talked about the book his bulge slowly swelled, growing larger each time it moved. By then, I was having trouble looking away. Up close like this it seemed even more awesome, maybe fearsome. I suddenly glanced up and found him staring into my eyes, aware that he knew I'd been staring at his crotch. Grinning like a wolf, he reached down and slowly rubbed his cock through the soft material - right in front of me. I had never cheated on my husband. I had never even wanted to. What was I doing here anyway? The roar grew louder in my ears, my lips dry as sandpaper as I fought the urge to lick them. I was sure he could hear my heart slamming against the inside of my chest, see my breasts rise and fall as I attempted to breathe. I'm not going to try and lie. I did want to see that thing up close, even touch it. I'd never been so excited in my life, but I was determined it would never happen. "Did you like that part, too?" he asked as I tried to focus on what he was saying. "I mean, did it arouse you? It sure did me!" He suddenly wrapped his fingers around the clothed monster. "Hell, I still get a hard-on just thinking about it." I couldn't even speak. I couldn't look away either. Transfixed, I just sit there staring. "Want to touch it?" he whispered hoarsely. No. No! My mind cried silently. I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't obey me. "Come here, beautiful," he growled. Like a robot, I stood and walked over. He reached out his hand and took mine, pulling me down beside his chair. He placed my hand on the bulge, wrapping my fingers around it. It was searing hot, hard and massive. Okay, I'd touched it, I told myself. Now I could leave. But Harvey had no intention of letting me leave, and his body language said he was taking this to the next level. He suddenly pulled his waistband down, flopping his cock out, in front of my face. I almost fainted. Almost a foot long and incredibly thick, the numerous large blood channels made it pulsate with each heartbeat. It looked like a Cobra, something alive, jerking upward as it grew rigid before my eyes. I was completely mesmerized by the sight. Between my legs I felt a sudden gush of juice that soaked the crotch of my shorts. Not six inches from my face he slowly stroked its entire length, the loose foreskin sliding back and forth easily over the huge spongy crown. A shiny droplet formed at its tip, glistening invitingly, causing me to lick my lips again. Fixated on that massive hunk of meat I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. I was trembling uncontrollably, barely conscious that I was even licking my dry lips. "Touch it if you want to," he said softly. As if my hand had a mind of its own, I watched it reach out and wrap its tiny fingers around about half of his offered cock. It felt wonderful - just as I had imagined it would feel - thick, meaty, warm and throbbing with suggestive excitement. At that moment the only thing existing in the world, was me and the big warm thing that I held in my trembling little hand. Without having to be told, I licked the clear drop from its tip, and swooned. It tasted like ambrosia. From that very moment on, I was hooked. Yes, I knew right then that I was obsessed by this thing. It was only later during one of my therapy sessions with Cleo that I fully understood what being obsessed entailed. She said I was not alone, that many women had the same fetish. They search their lifetimes for that one perfect cock, but it rarely happens. Many women seek out Black men because they've heard, rightfully or wrongfully, they had larger penises. It takes many sessions with a qualified therapist to overcome this urge, she told me, and most women never do. I didn't know that then though. It might not have mattered anyway. At the moment, that thick meaty cock and my watering mouth, was all that mattered in the world. I closed my eyes, leaned forward and closed my loose lips around the fat spongy head, my tongue sliding hungrily over its slick surface. It was like an out of body experience. I was floating somewhere in space oblivious to my surroundings, as I gently sucked the large crown, pushing my head down to take more of it inside. When the enormous crown hit the back of my mouth I gagged, pulled off a little and licked it some more. Then I shoved my head downward again. Thick, meaty, warm, it tasted wonderful. I never wanted to let it go. Rob was average sized and wasn't all that keen on oral sex. The few times I had done it for him I was able to take it all down my throat, but he never climaxed inside my mouth. However, Rob and my marriage were the farthest things from my mind right then, as I cupped Harvey's hairy balls in one hand, the other grasping the base of his cock to control its depth. After choking and gagging on it for a full ten minutes I was able to finally get the head past the opening in my throat. Breathing through my nose, something I learned during this process, I felt it slide over my tongue and suddenly just pop through the opening of my throat, then continue its way toward my gullet. When I felt it pushing through the tight channel of my throat, I almost climaxed. Maybe that was because I was stimulating my clit by subconsciously rubbing my wet thighs together, or maybe it was just the thought of something like that fucking my mouth. When I felt it sensually moving up and down my throat's channel, I reached up and touched the bulge of its crown through the skin of my throat. I was in Heaven. As I slowly pulled all the way off it I let my tongue slide up the large blood vessel underneath, producing a copious amount of pre-ejaculation fluid. Rewarded by my efforts, I instantly wanted more. After a few more moments, nearly puking from the effort, I found myself literally slamming my face down, taking more of his thick meat each time. Saliva ran down my chin in small rivers, dripping onto the front of my shirt. Even the choking and gagging part of doing something this forbidden seemed exciting to me. Harvey's cock was emitting more and more fluid with my increasingly improved technique. I heard him grunting above me. Rob did that sometimes when he got close to cumming so I knew Harvey was getting close to emptying his nuts in my mouth. I slowed up a little, carefully working my lips and tongue over the blood vessels and ridges as I pulled back, sucking slow and gently as I went back down. I wasn't just sucking it any longer, I was making love to Harvey's cock. No man had ever cum in my mouth before, but I knew today all of that would change. I had never experienced anything like I felt right then. It was if I wasn't in control of my own body, simply floating in a state of utopia. Harvey suddenly wrapped his huge hands in my hair, savagely pulling my head down as he slammed his hips up. His wiry public hairs were suddenly in my nose and I was close to suffocating from the length of his cock. It erupted like a water hose. The first couple gobs went straight down my throat as I fought to breathe, but then he loosened his grip letting me breathe a little, pulling about half way out to finish emptying his balls into my mouth. Thick, bleach-tasting, and slightly bitter, it coated my tongue, teeth, and the roof of my mouth as I struggled to swallow all of it. Close to cumming, I licked and sucked up everything he gave me. When the flow gradually ceased I gently slid my lips back up his cock, covering the fat crown with them, and sucked away any clear post-ejaculation fluid still seeping out. Even then I wanted more, but I knew that after cumming, men are tender around the head of their cocks. Rob had told me that, once. I gently licked Harvey's softening cock, nibbled the skin covering his hairy sacs, then lifted them and bit and licked the little area directly underneath. I did this for about five minutes, and then returned to massaging his balls and gently sucking his cock's head again. I had never felt so nasty in my entire life. His cock had softened after he came, but didn't decrease in size or thickness very much. It was still meaty, just softer. I wanted to cum so badly my belly ached, but I knew I had to wait for him a little while to recover, so I left his cock alone and scooted up to lay my head on his hairy chest. I took one of his dark nipples into my mouth and gently sucked it. Then I nibbled it, hearing him catch his breath. Fighting the urge to touch my pussy, I continued doing this for several minutes. From the corner of my eyes I saw his cock move a bit, starting to pulsate as it filled with blood again. I reached down, and almost lovingly, scratched his balls. After paying homage to his nipples a little longer, I took his half-hardened cock back into my mouth and sucked it some more. I licked and sucked until he squirted a large discharge of pre-cum into my mouth, then I stood, slipped off my cotton shorts and straddled his body. Staring him in the eye, I lowered myself until I felt the head of his cock against my swollen opening. Fighting against the climax I felt building deep in my belly, I slowly slid my sloppy wet vagina lips around on the head of his cock for a couple minutes, anticipating what was yet to happen. Placing my hands against his matted chest, I carefully lowered myself onto his jerking cock. The head was way too large to fit inside me. I put more weight on it, feeling the friction of its burn, forcing my pussy lips aside to invade this much smaller space. It took forever, until my body just seemed to finally give in and accept the invader. Finally, the soft spongy head was inside me, stretching my vagina opening as never before. It'd hurt, too. I braced myself for what was to come and lowered my body even more, feeling the burn again as the meaty pole pushed the walls of my pussy aside to make room for its enormous girth. The painful process took a full ten minutes before I felt it hit bottom. At that moment I felt more a female than I ever had. This was what it was supposed to be like for us, pain mixed with pleasure as we offered themselves up to enormous cocks that filled wombs with stronger children. Not the pale, skinny little cocks that evolution had produced as civilization took over, but the huge male organs as a result of the big guys weeding out weak and inferior opponents as they battled for the available females. Obsessions Ch. 01 This one felt like a fence post inside my relatively unused pussy, but looking between my legs I could see a small part still remained outside. The pain and pleasure of stuffing such a large mass of meat and bone inside my small body had taken the edge off my building climax, but the ache in my belly remained. I was on my feet now, squatting over Harvey, helplessly impaled on his throbbing cock. I looked like a child against his bulk. Slowly pushing away with my hands against his chest, I raised an inch or two and then lowered again. Continuing this for several minutes, I resisted looking at Harvey the whole time, even when he flexed his cock inside me. When I was finally able to comfortably ride about half his cock, the real pleasure began for me. After a few more minutes of this, pleasure began to override the pain of it all and I was sliding up and down his entire length whimpering quietly. Subtly, I could feel the mother of all orgasms building deep inside my belly again, and this time it would not be denied. Through half-closed eyes I could see Harvey smile or maybe smirk, each time I whimpered. I didn't care. At the point I was trembling so badly my legs wouldn't support me any longer, I dropped to my knees, falling forward onto Harvey's chest, rotating my ass frantically on his thick meat. At that point, he wasn't fucking me, I was fucking him! His breathing grew fast and heavy and I knew he was also approaching orgasm. Leaning forward, he ripped the front of my shirt open to expose my breasts, and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down on it. That almost sent me over the edge. Then he grasped one of my ass cheeks in a large hand burying his cock as deeply as it would go, hammering upward as I offered him my vulnerable opening. With the other hand he pulled my head down, crushing his open lips against my mouth. I greedily accepted his thick tongue as it licked the inside of my mouth, my lips and teeth. When it retreated I followed it into his mouth with my own. I felt his cock expand and then start jerking as it exploded against my cervix, filling my womb to capacity, warming my insides with soothing semen. Sobbing with pleasure, I screamed right into his open mouth as my own climax exploded in my soft belly, shattering me to pieces against his cock. It was never-ending, racking my slender body over and over as it continued to increase in its intensity until I was on the verge of losing consciousness. I'd never experienced anything like it. I think I did black out for a few seconds then. When I became aware again, Harvey's fat cock had softened and was worming its way out of my flooded vagina, despite clasping my pussy lips down to hold it inside. Unceremoniously, he pushed me off his chest, onto my back. I lay there for a few minutes, feeling his seed running down the crack of my anus, dripping onto the bed sheet. It felt cold and sticky now that my passion had subsided. I felt like shit. Guilty as charged. Harvey got off the bed and without a word and walked into the bathroom where I heard him washing himself. Well, what had I expected, wine and roses? Tenderness? I'd acted like a slut, and he'd treated me like a slut. End of story. Weakly, I pulled myself up on shaky legs, retrieved my shorts, and tried to fasten the front of my shirt enough to cover my tits. I was finally able to wobble home, my knees so weak I didn't think I would make it. Barely making to my bed, I fell on it and slept for hours. I didn't go out of the house all the next day. I guess I was hiding out from Harvey. I'd cheated on my husband in a moment of weakness, and I promised myself it would never happen again. Rob came home the following day, so I felt safe working in my flower beds out back, once more. I saw Harvey come outside. He got in his hammock and read his book. I glanced up and caught him staring at me several times, but didn't acknowledge that I'd seen him. After a while of playing this silly game, I sighed, stood and walked to our hedge. Harvey came over and we had a moment of awkward silence before I said, "I know you probably think I'm a slut and you probably won't believe me, but I've never done anything like that before in my life. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." "I'm not. That was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me." "Nice of you to say that, but . . . look, can we just forget it ever happened?" "Probably not. I've thought of nothing else ever since it did." I gave a short laugh. "You could've fooled me. Seemed like you couldn't get away fast enough." "I had to go piss," he said. "I was gonna talk when I came back, but you'd already left." "A man of few words, huh?" "Well, you weren't in any condition to talk earlier," he said, with a little smile. "Touché," I countered, with a little half-smile of my own. "Anyway, it can't happen again. It won't." "Maybe." "I mean it, Harvey." I turned away and walked back toward my house, hearing him say from behind me, "If you want to see me again, just knock on the back door." That pissed me off, but it was the weekend so as usual, Rob and I did some fun things, taking my mind off my situation with Harvey for the moment. It was mostly at night after I'd gone to bed that it all came rushing back to me. Rob made love to me each of the two nights he was home, but he just sort of slid painlessly into me, with none of the anxiety and vulnerability Harvey's huge cock had caused. I didn't climax either time. "You seem distracted," he'd commented afterward. "I'm just tired, Honey. Lay here and I'll get a washcloth to clean you up." I went to the bathroom and stared at my image in the mirror for a long time, wondering who this woman was. I stood there until the tears stopped flowing. The next day after Rob departed for St. Louis, I walked over and knocked on Harvey's backdoor. Harvey opened the door, then silently turned and walked away. I went in, closed the door behind me and followed him into his bedroom. When I arrived there, he had pulled off his t-shirt and was dropping his shorts, his cock already half-erect. Silently, I stripped off my tank-top, stepped out of my shorts and kicked off my flats. He stood quietly waiting beside the bed, so I went over and just dropped to my knees. There was no need to even pretend we didn't know why I was there. I cupped his balls in one hand and guided his cock closer with the other, licking it from bottom to top. Then I engulfed as much of it as I could swallow, hearing a small groan from him when I did. I'll admit, I sucked it like a starving calf, licking, biting and slobbering, loving it. All the depression, tension and sadness for the past week instantly disappeared, replaced by total contentment. I reached around and grasped Harvey's ass in both hands, pulling him in, clear to the balls, holding him there until I felt him discharge a large amount of pre-cum. I eased off and then did it again, receiving even more sweet liquid for my efforts. I could tell Harvey was close to cumming but he suddenly pushed my hungry mouth away, holding me a few inches away. I must have looked like a starving fish, fighting to get it back in my mouth. "Christ, girl. I almost came! Get on the bed!" I scurried onto the bed and lay down on my back with my legs apart, anxiously waiting. I was burning up, sopping wet. Harvey hovered over me, big imposing, making me feel small and vulnerable. He licked my mouth a couple times then his lips trailed downward, taking a nipple into his mouth, biting it. I cried out. Only my shoulders and feet were touching the bed. He looked up at me, his eyes full of hunger. I was burning up with my need. I whispered, "Hurry." He licked down my stomach, tongued my belly-button, and when I felt his breath on my pubic mound I cried out again, louder. His tongue ran around the edge of my vagina tantalizingly deliberate, and then slipped suddenly inside. I strained upward trying to help him, but he was going agonizingly slow. He licked up my juices, leaving it again to lick my tender anus, my thighs straining and trembling with the effort of holding my body off the bed. The wetness of his tongue trailed all the way up my crack to my vagina again, probing deeply. I was so close to cumming when he stopped, that I groaned with frustration. The bed shifted and opening my eyes I found his hairy sacs right above my face. I lifted my head and nibbled the loose skin around them. Then he shifted forward and I was able to reach his cock just as he devoured my pussy again. He came first, emptying his balls into my hungry mouth, thick rich semen shooting out the corners around his shaft, running down the sides of my face as I gulped faster to keep it all. Then I also exploded, deep inside my soft belly, dying as all my strength suddenly ran out of the opening between my legs. It lasted a very long, satisfying time. I finally became aware of the heavy weight first, and Harvey's limp cock against the side of my face. The weight abruptly disappeared and I looked up to find Harvey beside me, his back against the headboard. My chin felt sticky, crusty. I rubbed it off, and found Harvey smiling at me. "God, you are beautiful," he said smiling. "Even with cum on your face." That made me smile a little. I slid up beside him licked my juices from his face then lay my face against his hairy chest. His thick cock now lay limply against his thigh, looking very satisfied. I had never felt so content. I reached out and took it in my hand, its girth making my hand look small. I slid my fingers over it lightly in astonishment at the pleasure it seemed to produce in me. Then I cupped his balls, massaging them gently. His cock jerked slightly. "I want you to fuck me," I whispered, gazing at it as it slowly filled with blood. I lowered my face and flicked its head with my tongue, then licked it all around. "Ah baby," he groaned softly. "You are something else." He positioned me on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, got behind me and rubbed his cock against my opening. "Please don't hurt me," I muttered against the pillow. "It'll be better this time," he said as he applied more pressure. There was friction and a little burning but not like before. His cock slipped in this time without feeling as if he were ripping my guts out. I sighed and offered myself up for his penetration. He didn't disappoint. Soon he was inside and I was moving with him as he increased his pace. Then, he was battering my vagina like a bull. It felt like a fence post entering and leaving my pussy, every stroke rubbing against my clit. It hurt, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain this time. I lay with my chest on the bed, face to one side, vagina up and open, a willing victim to his vicious assault. I could feel every ridge and blood vessel as it pushed the walls of my vagina aside to make room for its thickness, driving me out of my mind. The pleasure kept intensifying until I was sobbing into the pillow, clawing at the bedspread as I pushed my ass back against his violent thrusts. I came - and just as it subsided, I came again - over and over multiple orgasms racking my slender body. His cock suddenly expanded, jumping and jerking as he grunted, exploding deep inside my pussy, spurt after spurt against my cervix, triggering yet another climax deep inside my core. After it was over, we both collapsed into total exhaustion, sleeping for an hour. I dragged my aching body back home feeling used and guilty again but also strangely satisfied, although my vagina was tender and still leaking from Harvey's huge load of semen. It felt cold and sticky against my thighs, I smelled like sex, and needed a bath badly. I stood under the shower for twenty minutes, attempting to clean my body - and my guilty consciousness. I knew I was completely out of control, but didn't quite know how to stop. Even after being totally satiated from my long bout of sexual escapades in Harvey's bedroom, each time my mind wandered a bit I saw Harvey's think cock in front of my face, and I was already wet again. The last thing he'd said as I left, was, "Leave your bedroom patio door unlatched around 10:00 tomorrow night." I'd shook my head "no", but I don't think he believed me. Obsessions Ch. 02 While this story can be enjoyed alone, your experience will be much richer if you read Chapter 1 first. ============================ Elyndria awoke to the sound of a soft giggle, and the twitching of her left foot. There was the hint of a light touch, almost imagined along the sole of foot, then teasingly brushing across each of her toes in turn. She tried to jerk her toes away from the touch, but the caresses continued no what way she moved or twisted her foot. Then the touches began to move... lightly up her foot and then slowly and tantalizingly up along her left leg. There was another restrained giggle as a second series of touches moved up along her right leg. Sometimes in concert, sometimes in discord with the first, the continued their slow advance up along her skin. Her mind worked feverishly to try and figure out what was happening to her. A cold pit formed in the hollow of her stomach as she realized it was feathers that were caressing her skin. Somehow whoever had captured her had found out her fear and dread of being tickled, something her brothers had done to her without remorse whenever they wanted to tease or taunt her. Yet this was different somehow... the touches teasing and tantalizing, not brutal and uncaring. The feathers continued their slow advance, brushing lightly across her inner thigh and then back out along her hips, moving ever higher along her body with excruciatingly slow progress. Another soft giggle wafted through the air as someone swirled the tip of the feather around her naval, and then trailed lower down her body across her skin as the other swirled up across her stomach towards her breasts. One lightly brushed across her nether lips and then raced down along the inside of her right leg, flicking and fluttering across her skin. The other began a series of slow, taunting circles across the soft skin of her breasts. She could feel her body responding involuntarily to the caresses. A slow seeping of moisture forming between her legs as her nipples started to crinkle and swell. The lower feather teased across her feet, and then raced back up her body along the other leg, then teased her once more as the upper began another slow advance up along her chest, tracing patterns along her skin as it moved up the side of her neck, then across her face. "No, No. No." Her mind was screaming as her body gave her away, her arousal becoming more evident by the swell of her breasts, the blood rushing to her nipples making swell and harden for any to see, the pace of her breathing growing faster, and the slow rocking of her hips as if chasing after the feather to draw its caresses closer once more. Suddenly, it felt as if a hundred feathers caresses and teased her. Every inch of her body tantalized and stroked with butterfly kisses with those soft, gentle touches. She squirmed against her bonds, her body struggling to get free, struggling for a firmer touch against her skin, struggling to hide her body's reaction to the caresses. The seeping was starting to grow to a flood, as she tried to move her thighs together while her lips slowly parted in arousal, growing swollen and wet. Her nipples strained towards the sky, begging to be suckled or stroked by more than this barrage of feathers. Her hips began rising against her will, the crescendo of the caresses and her arousal growing faster and faster, her breath growing ragged and frantic. She could feel the glistening wetness against her skin as her nectar began to flow in greater measure, as she neared that point of no return... Nothing... The feathers and their touches disappeared. Elyndria's struggle against her bonds redoubled, this time not to escape the touches and caresses, but to welcome them... to launch her over the heights she had come so close to. But there was nothing... no touch... no sound... no movement... just her own panting breath, and her own wild thoughts. After an eternity, there was a soft whisper, just loud enough to hear. "Soon. Soon you'll be ready. Remember what I said when I spoke to you that first time." A soft chuckle beside her ear punctuated his jostling of her memory. "For now, think about that, pretty bird." And the room fell silent... ========================= Elyndria lay in the darkness wondering how much more of this she could stand. She found herself trying to focus her hearing or her sense of touch for the slightest stimulus. The craving to be able to see, to be touched and held, to be able to move again was slowly becoming more and more unbearable as she lay there helpless and alone in silence. Her thoughts were filled full of feathers and frustration as she finally drifted back into sleep and dreams. She awoke with a shiver and a tingling sensation running through her body. She wasn't sure how long she had slept, but she felt a cool breeze blowing across her upper body, focused on her breasts. It seemed to flow across her skin for 15 or 20 seconds, and then stop for a moment, then begin again. Sometimes the waft of air was fast, sometimes slow, and she could feel her nipples begin to swell as it continued. Ste tried to turn her head from side to side to try and sense some trace what was causing the breezes, and finally she could hear a faint "wooooooooooooooooooo" as if someone was blowing the air through pursed lips. The thought of someone standing over her, blowing across her kin started to arouse her even more, as she remembered the first day with the drops of ice and hot water, and the lips that sucked and licked at her soft flesh. Elyndria's nipples started to harden and swell even more, the aureoles starting to harden and crinkle as her arousal suddenly grew more heated; her body beginning to flush lightly as her breathing quickened. Perhaps today... today would be the day she'd find release and be let out of these restraints... hopefully today they wouldn't leave her on the cusp of pleasure and wanting... Without warning, the wafts of air stopped and the sounds disappeared. "Oh no!" she thought as she moved her head from side to side, seeking any sort of sound or touch, arching her back as she strained upwards hoping to come in contact with something or someone. Suddenly, there was a little nip against her left ankle, followed by a long sensual lick along the side of her foot by a warm wet tongue. Warm breath across her skin as a series of kisses, nibbles and caresses teased her and tantalized her. Then she could feel the little toe of her left foot being slowly engulfed in a warm wetness as it was sucked into someone's mouth, the tip of a tongue flicking across and around it. There was a popping sound as the toe was released, and then she felt the mouth and tongue descent on the next toe. She wanted to scream out in pleasure and violation at the same time, her head whipping back and forth as her leg tensed and her back arched high, pressing her breasts into the air. But all that came out of her mouth through the gag was a high pitched whimpering sound as she lay there helpless before the tantalizing seduction of her body. The hot, wet lips tongue and mouth continued the slow, teasing progress along her body, each toe in turn, and then along the top of her foot. Every inch was covered with kisses, nibbles and caresses, her body responding as the sensations raced through her captive flesh. The first hints of her nectar started to seep from her nether lips, betraying her arousal too clearly for any to see. Hardened nipples could be from the chill, but this... this was an unmistakable sign of her body's desire for more. She almost cried and wanted to scream when the lips left her, only to rejoice when suddenly her right little toe was engulfed in that warm wetness and the process started anew on her right foot. Up along the inside of her ankles, then along her calves... slow, inexorable progress reaching higher and higher up her legs, like the lava flowing down from a volcano... slow, hot, wet caresses, nibbles and licks and she was helpless... her chest heaving now, breasts swollen and full, nipples straining towards the sky, hips rocking back and forth as the lips reached her knees... and worked their way up along the inside of her thigh. Elyndria's legs were spread wide as she could make then, her knees bent slightly as she took up the slack in the bonds holding her legs in place. She could feel her own wet juices building inside, flowing out of her and dribbling down into the crack of her taut ass, her lips swelling and slowly parting as the caresses grew closer and closer to that molten core of her center. Suddenly fingers pinched her nipples, twisting them tightly between a finger and thumb as the tongue reached out and ever so lightly ran along the length of her tender sex, parting the lips and causing a rush of her nectar to flow. She gasped in pleasure, lightning running the length of her body and back again, her body starting to writhe in the bonds, coming so close to reaching that peak of pleasure. Her mind was a jumble, thoughts racing through her mind like a runaway stallion... "Oh gods don't stop, oh please don't stop, don't stop, just a little more... sooooooooo close... please don't stop... oh gods why is this making me feel this way, but don't stop... just a little more..." Then... nothing... The fingers and hungry mouth disappeared. Elyndria's struggle against her bonds redoubled, trying to move her body to launch her over the heights she had come even closer to than before. Showing her captors that she wanted more, hating them for stopping so tantalizingly close that her body ached with desire and need. But there was nothing... no touch... no sound... no movement... just her own panting breath, and her own wild thoughts. After an eternity, there was a soft whisper, just loud enough to hear. "Soon. You're almost ready, pretty bird. Think about that until I return." And the room fell silent... ========================= As she stirred in her sleep, Elyndria felt something strange in her mouth. Actually, it was the absence of something strange that suddenly seemed abnormal to her. As she awoke, she ran her tongue across her lips and realized that the gag that had kept her silent for so long had been removed. Hope rose quickly, only to be abruptly dashed by the feel of the leather straps still holding her arms and legs in place. Still, the sensation of cool air against her lips and tongue, the caress of her tongue against her skin and teeth, no longer constrained by her captors. There had to be a reason, and a chill ran through her body as she wondered what her captors had in store for her now. They must not be worried about her crying out or screaming or they wouldn't have removed the gag. She wanted to speak or cry out, her fear of punishment and the unknown battling the desire to hear someone, anyone, even her own voice to break the silence that surrounded her as an enveloping shroud. Finally, she tried to whisper... a faint "Hello?" in a voice that cracked and broke at first. Wetting her lips once more and swallowing deeply, Elyndria tried again. This time, she was rewarded as her voice sounded like her own. "Hello?" she spoke again, just a bit louder as she sought out some contact with another person. She repeated herself over and over, each time listening intently, trying to discern any sound or movement in response to her queries. "Is there anyone there? Please answer me... anyone?" Sinking down inside herself once more, she couldn't decide which had been worse – not being able to speak at all, or being able to speak and communicate only to be answered by more nothingness. She drifted back in and out of sleep, her body and mind numb from the lack of stimulation, alone and silent in an empty room. "Hello, pretty bird." She felt like she was in a dream, and she tried to drive herself deeper into it but the voice wouldn't let her. The VOICE! Suddenly every nerve was taut and she was vibrantly aware, seeking out the voice again, to assure her it hadn't just been her imagination playing tricks on her again, deluding her that someone else was there with her. "Hello, pretty bird." The voice repeated itself softly from somewhere above her head. Are you happier with your gag removed?" "Yes" she replied in a voice that was almost a whisper. "What was that? I couldn't hear you... and if I can't hear you, then there's no point in leaving you ungagged, is there?" "Yes, I am happier without the gag..." she managed to get out in a voice that almost sounded normal. "And...?" The undertone of threat or menace was thick beneath that one simple word, as her captor awaited something more from her. Her mind raced frantically as she tried to figure out what he wanted her to say. With a flash of insight, she blurted out, "Thank you. Thank you for removing the gag." "Much better, pretty bird. Much, much better. I was beginning to think I'd have to start all over with your instruction." "No... you don't have to start again. Please... What do you want? What do you want me to do?" "From this point... you'll remain ungagged, as long as you do as you're told. You will not speak unless directed to, by me or one of my servants. Is that understood?" "Yes, but..." A strong hand reached out and gripped her jaw, snapping her mouth closed so abruptly she almost bit her tongue. "There are no 'buts' permitted. There is only obedience. Or there is punishment." The hand released its tight grip but she could still feel the fingers underneath her chin. "Do you understand?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" Once again the tone of underlying threat and menace returned to the question, dripping from those two brief words. "Yes, I understand." She trembled as she spoke the words, but at the same time, there was a strange tingling running through her body as he held her, and spoke to her in such a way. "Very good, pretty bird... think on your lesson until I return." She could hear the sound of footsteps walking away from her, and the silence once again wrapped its arms around her. ========================== There's more to come... (grins wickedly) Do you want to read it? Comment and Vote! Obsessions Ch. 03 This story is about a young woman Elyndria's continuing journey from capture into willing submission to her captor. If you don't care for that kind of story, don't read on. Previously chapters Obsessions Ch 01 and 02 should really be read first to get the most from this chapter. So get comfortable, and enjoy the tale... ==================== She could remember when she longed for the gag to be removed, the thrill she had felt when the kitten worked at the strings and she thought she might be rid of it. Now that it was gone, Elyndria was more frightened that she would unconsciously make a sound or moan and be punished for it. Her captor had left no doubt in her mind that he would not stand for disobedience and restrained as she was, she had little choice but to submit to his demands. Still, she often found herself now licking her lips, or running her tongue across her teeth, savoring the sensations she had been denied before. There fact the gag had been removed gave her hope that other of her restraints would be removed, and then her chance would come to escape. She thought she heard movement off to her left and strained to listen for any sign of someone there. She started to call out a hello, but caught herself just as her lips formed the word, remembering her command to remain silent unless spoken too. The silence surrounded her, but she felt a sudden pressure on her lips. Opening her mouth in surprise, her tongue flicked out to explore the pressure and encountered something slick and wet. It tasted of cinnamon... just a hint of taste to it, and she found herself straining to lick and caress the thing above her, savoring the taste. Little thrills ran through her at the new sensations of taste returned to her. Whatever it was started to be drawn away, and she arched her neck up to try and keep in contact... stretching to the point where just the tip of her tongue could reach. This just had to be a reward for not speaking out. She forced herself to be silent as the object was withdrawn outside her reach, forcing down little mewls of displeasure and longing. Her lips remained parted, her tongue flicking out and exploring above her mouth... hungry for a taste of something... anything. She had about given up when her tongue touched something sour. Exploring it more, she discovered a rind of a lemon just inside her reach. She could even feel little bits of pulp remaining and she teased the rind with her tongue until she could suck it inside her mouth. Even as her mouth recoiled from the sourness, she sucked the rind clean of all remaining traces of lemon until it was slick and clean. With a slight pop, she felt it pulled from her lips as it disappeared from her senses. Next she was presented with a small wooden shaft of some kind. It had been dipped in some kind of spicy concoction at the tip, but she found something sweeter a bit further up the shaft. She found herself wrapping her tongue around the tip and sucking until the flavor was gone, then reaching a bit further up the shaft for the next taste. It seemed there were bands of flavors... each one more enticing than the last, but she was forced to take in more and more of the shaft to get to the next one. By the time she reached the fifth one, she realized she had several inches worth of shaft in her mouth, but all that mattered was trying to reach that next sensation, that next taste... something new and different to remember and help fill the emptiness her life had become. Suddenly the shaft was removed, and she heard that familiar whisper in her ear once more. "Very impressive pretty bird, and without any coaxing at all. Tell me... do you want more, pretty bird?" Her voice was small and quiet as she replied. "Yes, may I please have more? Please?" "Soon, pretty bird... soon... until then, savor your new sensations, and think about them." He must have sensed her beginning to cry out, perhaps to beg for more, because just as the words started to form, Elyndria felt his fingers under her chin as he whispered, "Remember obedience pretty bird... and punishment." And the room grew silent... ==================== She wasn't sure how much time had passed, lost in her world of silence and lack of sensation. She was remembering the sensations from her last visit, the way the sweetness of one band stood out so clearly from the sour or the bitter of another band, savoring the memory. She was so lost in her thoughts and imagination she didn't hear the soft steps approaching, or them stop beside her head. "Hello pretty bird... Are you ready for your next lesson?" the familiar voice whispered in her ear. Elyndria snapped out of her daydream at the sound of his voice. "Yes, please. I'm ready." Her voice was almost pleading for attention, and she could feel her body starting to tremble and get excited. Little did she know how he was going to enhance those feelings and make them an integral part of her soul. Reaching out with his hand, he touched her cheek lightly with his fingertips, feeling her press against them to seek out more of his touch. He smiled to himself as he ran his fingers down along her neck, watching as her nipples started to swell and show her arousal. She was definitely coming along well, this pretty bird... He heard her gasp lightly as his fingers trailed up the side of her left breast and gently twist the nipple. Her breathing came quicker as his hand trailed down between her breasts and then made long slow circles around her stomach. He watched in satisfaction as she moved her legs within the restraints without realizing it, spreading then open a bit more as his fingers drew closer to her tender essence. He could sense her disappointment when his fingers moved to caress her hips and move down along the outside of her leg, bypassing her sensitive nether region. She was definitely growing ripe and ready for the next step... a far cry from the chill and cold women she had been when he captured her. "Yes, pretty bird... I think you are ready... for the next step. Open your mouth like it was last time" She quickly opened her mouth, the lips curved in a warm, wet O, her tongue unconsciously flicking back and forth along her lips, wetting them in anticipation. She was quickly rewarded by the placement of the shaft once more at her lips, the flavors renewed, somehow richer this time than before... and something new as well... as her tongue caressed the tip of the shaft, she felt a tongue, or something soft and firm teasing along the lips of her sex. She paused for a moment, and the tongue pulled away. She started licking again and the tongue resumed its caresses. Desire and hunger washed through her like a surging tide across parched sands. She wrapped her lips around the wooden shaft and sucked hungrily, her tongue washing along and around its length as it stroked in and out of her mouth. Between her legs, the sensuous licks and caresses grew in pitch and intensity, drawing out Elyndria's nectar slowly, then in a rapidly increasing flood. He watched in satisfaction as she devoured the smooth wooden cock so eagerly, taking more and more into her mouth. Smiling as her hips started to undulate and move against the warm, wet mouth that was enticing her higher and higher... "Oh gods" she thought to herself as she lost herself in the pleasure she was receiving as she sucked and teased the shaft. She could feel her nipples crinkle and harden as her body became more and more aroused. Her fingers clenched and unclenched as she tried to move her arms within their restraints, her breath growing ragged and rapid as she drew near that sweet peak that had been denied her so long... She moaned around the shaft in her mouth, the sound muffled by the way her lips were wrapped so tightly around it... So close... soooooooooo close... yes yesssss yesssssssssss she was on the brink and teetering on the edge... The mouth pulled away, the air chill across her sodden skin as she was suddenly left hanging... The wooden shaft suddenly removed from her mouth so quickly she was almost left gasping. She wanted to scream in frustration and desire when she heard the whisper in her ear... "Do you want release pretty bird? Do you want me to let you fly on the wings of orgasmic bliss?" This time there was no doubt about the pleading in her voice, "Please.. yes... please, please, please, don't leave me here like this..." "You want more to suck on, pretty bird, or more between your legs...?" "Yes, yes.. both... please... don't stop now..." Her hips still moved against the table as she strained for any contact or touch.. still hanging on that edge, but feeling herself slip further down from that peak... tears running down her cheeks in her frustration... "Soon... very soon... but just not yet, pretty bird... not just yet..." His fingers lightly brushed against her neck and then ran along her skin up to her chin. He closed her mouth and held it shut with just a hint of pressure. Leaning forward, he brushed her lips with his, startling her with the contact and then he pulled back once more. "Soon," he whispered... And the room grew silent... ==================== Elyndria's body quivered in frustration and need, aching with desire that struggled to be satisfied. She couldn't hold back little mews and soft moans of frustration as she squirmed within her bonds... If only one hand or leg could be released for a moment, she could satisfy herself and quench this burning hunger between her legs, and through her entire body. She could feel her nether lips were still swollen and open, the feel of the air a bit chill from the nectar that had so copiously flowed from her body drying against her skin. She tried to imagine something erotic and tantalizing to bring her to release just using her mind, but the images that came were full of what had just happened and the lack of any physical simulation just made her more frustrated in her failure. Her face was still wet from the tears of frustration she had cried earlier... then more tears started to flow from beneath the blindfold. Quiet sobs filled the air as she struggled to be quiet and failed miserably. How could he do this to her? How could he keep her wanting like this? Wasn't she doing everything he asked of her? She found herself seeking out contact with him, wanting to please him and do as he asked... and she didn't even know who he was or anything about him. Just that he had molded her like an artisan creating a vase from wet clay upon a wheel. Her body slowly came down from the peaks he had taken her to, despite her feeble attempts to maintain her arousal. She could feel her nipples soften and her muscles relax a bit, her body returning to its normal state, yet she could feel that fire deep with her... not quenched but merely banked for the moment. He looked on and watched Elyndria from across the room. The sight of her tears and her body quivering in her need upon the table were signs that she was ready for the next step... ready to realize a part of what she would do in her desire and need. A yearning need he had awakened and encouraged like a master cook added coal and wood to a fire to get just the right temperature for his creations. He stepped back to the table silently and bent down beside her head. With a soft whisper, barely audible he asked, "are you ready, pretty bird?" Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest at the sound of his voice, its pounding beat surging in response to the rush flowing through her body. "Yes. YES. YESSSS, I'm ready... Oh please, I'm ready..." Her breaths were coming in gasps now and she could feel her body flush with desire. Her nipples swelling and hardening and the nectar between her legs beginning to flow again and he had not even touched her. Gods what he was doing to her. She could hear the rustling of cloth and then a light creaking from beside her head. The voice came from above her... further away now as he said, "We shall see." She opened her mouth and extended her tongue in anticipation of what was to come, and she could feel a warm breath wafting across her nether lips. She felt the shaft slide down to her tongue, but it was different this time. She explored with her tongue and felt the difference in shape... a ridge that wasn't there before, and a small depression in the tip... and oh gods, it was warm... the sudden dawning on her that this was HIS cock in her mouth. For a fleeting instant, she thought of biting savagely upon it, and then she reached up with her lips and surrounded the head, sucking it into her mouth and laving her tongue in tight spirals around the tip. She felt a tongue dipping into her sex, tasting her and teasing her with its caresses. All thought was abandoned as the turgid shaft was pushed deeper into her mouth. She took each additional inch willingly, surrendering herself to the man and the moment. Her tongue swirled around and along his length, concentrating on that spot where the flanges of the head come together. Her lips closed tightly around him, sucking him deeper and welcoming him in. He withdrew a bit, and then slide back into her mouth... each stroke a bit deeper than the one before, just as he had with the wooden shaft. This time though, the taste was of him, of his maleness, his own arousal and lust. She savored the taste of his cock in her mouth, something she'd have never considered before, but now hungered for. Her tongue teased at the tip, trying to coax out that first sign of his pleasure, that first slippery drop of his nectar. Two fingers and a tongue were buried deep inside her, drawing out her own flowing nectar. She could feel her hips moving already, her lips clenching around the fingers as she sought to draw them deep inside herself as her mouth sucked in his cock. They curled and wriggled inside her, the tongue flicking and making tight circles around her wet pearl, driving her crazy with lust and desire. It was like tossing lamp oil on a fire, the sudden conflagration that erupted inside her. She wanted all of him inside her, and uttered soft moans of pleasure around his shaft, her head moving now, coaxing him deeper inside, wanting to feel his need in her mouth, wanting to drive him to the distractions and pleasures she was receiving, and hoping this time she'd find release... that she'd be good enough for him to reward her. Elyndria suddenly tasted something hot and slightly salty on the tip of her tongue. A wave of pleasure washed through her as she congratulated herself for her success. Her lips wrapped around the head and her tongue teased out that first droplet of his arousal, sucking and licking at the tip to draw out more. She could taste the first stream of his precum oozing out of him, and she pushed her head up to meet his hips coming down, driving his length down her throat. She could feel the soft curly hairs of his pubic regions against her face, and his swollen sack brushed against her nose. Yes! She had done it... she had taken him all... he just had to reward her now. His motions took on a new urgency as his long slow strokes pumped in and out of her mouth. She breathed deep through her nose each time he withdrew and kept her lips and tongue busy along his shaft, sucking him deep on each stroke, and trying to keep him inside her as he pulled away. He had felt that moment of her surrender and acceptance and his own growing pleasure with her oral efforts. She had indeed earned her reward and he motioned for the efforts between her legs to continue. He let himself go with the feelings she was giving him, and he felt that burning desire growing inside his loins as well... soon she would be rewarded with her own release.. and something more precious... with the gift of his seed. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace now, her lips and tongue caressing and sucking him in deeply, drawing him in towards his own release... Throwing his head back, he let out a long moan of pleasure and called out to her, "Time to feed you pretty bird. Don't disappoint me." With that, he pulled his swollen cock out till just the head remained in her mouth and the hot jets of his seed began erupting into her mouth in long, strong spurts. She heard his moans above him, and his command and so she wasn't surprised when her mouth was suddenly filling with that hot, sweet nectar of his cum. She swallowed furiously, trying to keep up with the flow of his passion, tongue swirling and caressing the head, striving to draw out and devour every last drop and then her own body seemed to explode. She cried out around his cock as her body jerked uncontrollably, the fingers and tongue seemingly latched into her body as spasms of pleasure and release surged through her. She could hear the sound of her hips slamming against the table as she jerked against the caresses, threatening to pass out from the sheer energy it consumed, the sea of ecstasy that had been pent up inside her all this time being released all at once. He slid his swollen length inside her mouth once more, and she sucked and cleaned him off with her tongue and lips. Elyndria could feel his hardness starting to diminish as he slowly withdrew it, and heard the table creak slightly once more as he moved off from it. Her own body was slowly coming down from the clouds where she had been thrust to, such a sweet, incredible feeling it had been. She'd never before known such pleasure. "Very good, pretty bird... very good indeed. And this just a small step towards the places we have yet to go. Rest for now, and I shall have you cleaned up for your next lesson." She could only nod her head as her mind was awash with the thought that this was just an early step? What was he going to do to her and make her feel that was so much better than this? Her mind and body simply couldn't handle the aftermath of what happened and think of the future as well, and she found herself drifting off to sleep. ==================== Enjoy the tale? Your votes and feedback help me create and enhance my writings, so please take a moment and let me know what you thought. I also have private feedback enabled for those that don't wish to post on the boards. Looking forward to hearing from you. Zanzibar