Subject: Story: Bondage (F/F)
From: "The Sparkster" <sparks@nwlink.com>
Date: Mon, 22 Nov 1999 18:46:15 -0800
I didn't post here, I don't think, about my first spanking party.... but here's a fantasy that arose from that plus a r/l story that a good friend shared with me. Hope you enjoy.
Bondage (c) Sarah (Sparks@nwlink.com) 1999
I close my eyes and relax in the utterly comforting feeling of being firmly bound, my hands and feet having only an inch of play, maybe. I could see where this would be a turn-on, the utter sense of relinquishing control, and responsibility. I pull against the restraints, knowing that I really am in control here, since I asked to be shown "the ropes". After what is really just a few minutes, I grow restless, and open my eyes and ask to be released from the restraints. Aly just looks at me, raising one eyebrow - a question that I interpret as "Are you sure?" but which is, in actuality, "Or so you think."
"Yes, really, I'm ready to be released. thanks for showing me how it would feel, how it feels." Still, Aly gazes at me as I trail off. I slowly realize that I'm not really in control here at all, and I feel a warmth spreading from my belly straight down to my clit. Aly stands up, and I feel a rush of dueling feelings. relief that she really is going to let me up, warring with disappointment that the game, once almost started, won't be played out. She reaches into a drawer, and as she turns back towards me, I see that she is holding a blindfold. A jolt of electricity courses through me.. Oh my god, she knows that the blindfold scares me beyond all reason. my breath begins to catch as she comes toward me. I plead with my eyes, as my voice doesn't seem to be working any more, but she slips the blindfold over my eyes as I begin to struggle fruitlessly.
"Okay, Aly, this isn't funny now," I say as I finally find my voice again. Although it doesn't really sound like my voice, all quivery and high. "Shhhh now," she finally says, "you're not going anywhere, and lucky for you, neither am I, so why don't you just let yourself enjoy this." I take a deep breath and attempt to breathe out my fear, but I'm still scared and shaking on the inside. "Aly, please, I can't do this, I'm too scared!" "You don't have to do anything, baby," she said as she began running her hands down my arms to my neck, gently caressing me, touching me like a lover. I jerk my head away and she chuckles. I'm suddenly glad that I have my clothes on; at least I don't feel totally vulnerable. She runs her hands down my torso, barely stopping to gently cup each breast, on her way to my belly. My tank top has ridden up and her feather-light touch on the warm skin of my belly makes me gasp (and begin to squirm a little). Her hands pick up speed, then, and travel down my legs. she trails her fingers back and forth between my outer and inner thighs, moving ever downward towards my feet. She trails her fingers down the front of my calves, then my feet, and then she's gone.
I begin to breath even more rapidly. from fear, from excitement. I can hear her moving around in the bedroom, but I'm afraid to ask what she's doing. Oh god, I hope she's not going to leave me like this. I hate having this stupid blindfold on, at least if I could see, I would know what to expect. I realize that the room has grown quiet and I've lost track of where she is. I wait for what seems like an eternity and finally call out "Aly, are you there?" Of course I get no answer. I struggle against my bonds, tossing my head round to try to get the damned blindfold off. I hate this; I am not a submissive. why did I think I might actually like bondage? This is stupid. how dare she tie me up and leave me like this. oh, when I get my hands on her. I finally give up on the futile struggle, but I have to scream, "Aly, I fucking hate this, do you hear me? I am not a fucking submissive!" and with that, I burst into tears. So much for righteous anger.
***
I wake to a sound that I can't identify.. I try to raise, but realize that I 'm still tied to the bed. "Aly? What are you doing?" I feel a gentle tugging on my shorts and then feel them being pulled free. she has cut my shorts off of me! "Hey, what are you doing? Those are my favorite shorts! Aly! Please talk to me! Please!" Panic is starting to ring in my voice, and she leans down close to my ear and whispers "Shhhhh, baby, you don't want me to gag you, too, do you?" I begin to cry again as I shake my head no, keeping my mouth firmly closed. I feel what I now know are scissors, cutting through my tank top. As she pulls that out from under me, I try to help by lifting up, but I'm tied too tightly for even that. My breath is coming in racking sobs, and although I totally trust Aly, there is no way, I realize now, that I could ever enjoy this kink. I just pray that it will be over soon. With my legs tied open like this, I feel so exposed, so vulnerable. thank god that this won't get me hot.
I feel what might be a feather, dancing across my skin and I shiver. with anticipation, or is it dread, of what is to come. I do not enjoy this, I will not enjoy this. Aly teases my nipples to attention and my body betrays me once again as I squirm and try to will her use her mouth. As her fingers tease and torment my breasts, my sobs turn into small sounds of pleasure and need. As her hands surf the landscape of my body, I let go to the release of knowing that she owns me here, now, and there is nothing that I can do about it. When her fingers, her oh-so-clever fingers, suddenly touch my clit, I jump as if shocked, but she doesn't linger there. her fingers delve between my lips, discovering the wetness that betrays my desire. "You hate this, right." She says to me. Her hands leave me and I yearn for her to touch me again.
Again I hear Aly moving around, but she quickly returns to sit next to me on the bed. She begins dragging something, up and down my torso, around my breast, up to my nipple, which is again standing at attention. God, how I want her mouth on my nipple, but whatever that is feels pretty interesting, too.. She trails it down the inside of my thighs and then SMACK, she whacks the inside of my leg, up close to my pussy. I buck and scream with the surprise of it. "Yeow, that fucking hurts!" At the same time, I can feel my pussy getting wetter, god, so wet, so hot.. She puts her finger over my lips, reminding me to be quiet. She smacks the inside of my legs, getting close but never actually hitting my pussy. It hurts so much but I am so turned on that I am squirming trying to get away, trying to get to. trying to. oh, god, I want to cum.
She trails the thin leather strap up my body, and I shudder at what I imagine is to come. She gently hits my breast, and then the other, just catching the nipple. I moan . my mind is awash with pure sensation and emotion. All desire for her to stop is gone, and I give myself up to her and the sensations. She smacks my breasts, harder and harder. The pain is separate from where I am. I can still feel it, but it's secondary to the surrender and the oh fuck me desire. I am an instrument on which she plays, for both of us.
She begins to strap the inside of my legs again and as I arch up, she hits my clit and slit with the length of it and suddenly, I'm cumming and cumming as she hits me again, harder, and then more gently, gently until she stops as my orgasm falls away.
***
I wake up, curled next to Aly, and wonder if it was all a dream. as I move my legs together, I realize that it wasn't. a shy smile springs to my lips as I correct myself in my head: "I am not a submissive. but I do like bondage."
11/22/1999
~Sarah
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In a dream I saw how I could thrive, and I was filled with joy.