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On Tue, 18 Oct 1994, Joyce wrote:
I see you got my previous a 9 in the morning.  I hope you had a delighful 
day at work.  Perhaps you can dress a bit inappropriately at work and 
spend a few hours reflecting on your punishment, the frustration of not 
being able to act out on my little stories. ;-)

> Debbie,

> Uhmmmm I must say you definately got my attention *blush*.  And I can't
> wait for the next installment of the fantasy.  You just have this way with
> pictures *blush*.

Of course, it's the waiting that makes it so much fun.  You can only 
anticipate the next installment.  And you have the whole day at work to 
reflect on this installment. ;-)

> Thank you Mistress,

I do enjoy a grateful servant ;-).

As I recall, I had left you strapped spread eagle bent over the back of a 
couch wearing a corset, short skirt, stockings, heels a bit too high to 
be really comfortable, and a satin blouse half removed.  Now that you 
have returned your hand back to the restraint, I can remove the other 
blouse and slid it down your arm.  I use one of the satin sleeves to 
caress your exposed breasts and nipples.  As you start to really enjoy 
the sensation of satin pressing so gently against your breasts that it 
sends electric sensations all the way from your ears to your ankles, I 
pinch one of the nipples between my fingers, and then between my nails.  
You grunt as we approach the threshold, and I stroke it gently with the 
satin again to make it feel all tingly again.

I pull out an ostrich feather.  Part of your punishment for trying to 
touch yourself is that I stroke your thighs and breasts with the feather, 
and then I brush your panties with the feather.  Then I use the quill to 
press against the area about an inch below your clit.  You squirm to 
reach the quill, but I keep pulling it away.  I also use several other 
feathers to tease both the exposed flesh of your arms, shoulders, and 
upper thighs, the silk covered legs, and the satin covered crotch and 
waist.  You are starting to get very frustrated.  I am matching the 
strokes to your breathing, and you are soon squirming to be touched by 
something more substantial than a feather.

I pull out a silk stocking.  It is very sheer and light.  I caress your 
body with the stocking, letting it just touch the length of the foot.  
You especially enjoy it on your neck and shoulders.  Then I take the 
stocking and hold it to your panties.  You can feel the slight pressure 
and the sensation of silk panties against the silk stocking is 
electrifying.  You are getting a phantom touch that is excruciatingly 
close to being satisfying.  Unfortunately, it isn't enough.  You want me 
to touch you in the worst way.  I ask "do you want me to touch you", you 
say "yes mistress, please touch my clit, I want to be touched so badly.

I apply several short strokes to your ass and thighs with the riding 
crop, and then I tease you some more.  You start to beg.  You beg me to 
please stop teasing you like that.

I reach under, pull the crotch of the very wet panties out of the way and 
touch your clit.  You almost gasp with the moment of relief.  You are 
nowhere near being satisfied, but at least it's a start.  I put a large 
collar on you and clip your leather handcuff to the ring on the 
collar.  Before I release your legs, I spank you a few times and brush 
your legs with my silk covered thighs and calves.  After I release your 
legs, I remove your satin panties and replace them with a small 
cellophane G-String.

I move you to where you are sitting on the couch, and clip your legs to 
be spread, and put your hands back to being spread apart.  Then I use a 
pair of belts to hold your knees spread.  Finally, I blindfold you with a 
silk scarf.  I rake your legs with my fingernails for a few minutes as 
you surrender to the sensations, intensified by the blindness.

I put the riding crop in your mouth, and then I start nibbling your 
exposed breasts.  First licking gently, then biting, always watchful for 
the moment when the sensations become too intense.  I finally place some 
nipple clamps on your breasts, draping the chain around the riding crop, 
giving you an extra incentive to keep the crop held tightly in your mouth.

Then, I start caressing your exposed crotch.  The string provides little 
protection from the sensory overload.  I then bend down and touch my 
tongue very gently against your clit.  You can feel my heartbeat and your 
own through that bundle of nerves.  You start to gasp, but you bite down 
on the crop.  Since, I am barely moving my toungue, you can't even breath 
without intensifying the sensation.  To make matters worse, I start to 
rake your knees and calves with my nails.  Soon you are desparately 
trying to hang on to the crop.  I give the little chain a soft slow tug, 
which gives more pleasure than pain.

I stop for a moment and remove the riding crop from your mouth.  I use 
the quirt to stroke your very exposed clit.  I even give it a few gentle 
smacks with the crop.  I stop to leave the room, leaving the whip 
pricariously propped against the clit.  You don't even want to move, you 
can't see, but you can hear me leave.

I return with some ice cubes and ice water.  I melt one of the cubes on 
you a drip at a time.  The whip is still balanced and bobbing gently.  I 
fill my mouth with some ice water, move the whip, and just after I 
swallow, give your clit a tongue lashing.  You can feel the cold, and at 
the same time, you can feel the tongue working your clit.  Within a few 
minutes you are precariously close to an orgasm.  I stop.  I pull on the 
chain lightly, and give your thighs a smack.  Then I insert a finger and 
resume the licking.  You are soon on the edge again.  Now, guided by the 
feedback I am getting, I keep you on the edge of the cliff.  You want so 
desparately to come, but you can't.

I continue to tease you for quite some time.  After about 30 minutes, you 
start to beg.  You want to climax in the worst way.  You would crush me 
like a walnut if you could get your knees together.  You can't move 
around, and you can't get away.  You really wouldn't want me to stop.  I 
theaten to and you just beg me not to stop.

Finally, I decide to let you have your first orgasm.  You are bucking 
desparately to be accessed.  I let you build slowly, then, as you are 
approaching climax, I rake your thighs very hard, and pull on the 
chains.  The pain, though not intense, is enough to send you screaming 
over the edge.  But then you discover that I am not going to let you 
down.  Even as your first orgasm subsides, I am pressing my tongue gently 
and preparing you for the next wave.  Then I pull out my magic wand and 
plug it in.

The magic wand is a vibrator that can shake like a Harley and yet be 
placed so gently that even the feather seems intense.  I hold the disc of 
the wand, where the "tire tread" is, so gently against your clit that it 
is almost inperceptable at first.  Soon you are not only aware of it, but 
you are feeling it intensely.  I can feel through the inserted finger 
that you are contracting.  I press against your G-spot with the finger as 
the vibrator does it's work on your clit.  Soon you are having another 
orgasm, and just as it starts to ebb, the contractions start again.  Each 
wave becomes more intense as you struggle more for each orgasm.  Soon, I 
wonder if you might not break your restraints.  Fortunately for both of 
us, you can't get any leverage.

I continue to work my magic with the wand and the finger until you are 
heaving and panting like a hungry tigress.  Your orgasms are getting so 
intense you feel like you are going to die, or at least lose 
conciousness.  You are noisy as well.  Each wave is followed by another 
as you heave for over an hour.  Then, almost like a demand, you say 
"enough".  I threaten to make you come again and you say "No more, 
please" it is almost a demand.

As I unclip you from your restraints, you are crying from the emotional 
overload.  You ask me to hold you.  I climb on top of you and hold you 
and hug you as you shiver on the couch.  I place my thigh between yours 
and you squeeze it tightly, you also squeeze me as hou hold me so close 
it feels like our bodies will merge.  I continue to hold you and stroke 
your hair as you fall gently to sleep.

Want to know what happens when you wake up? ;-).

> Joyce
 
	Debbie


From rballard@cnj.digex.net Wed Oct 19 01:38:47 1994