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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
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Brass Bed (MF, cons, bd)
by Teresa (c) 1991
***
Several months ago, I moved in with a widower. He's in his
early fifties. He was married to the same woman for nearly
thirty years. Our sex life was pretty good. He's not a
fireball like my ex-husband was, but he is a considerate and
patient lover.
I'm only thirty, though, and I'm horny a lot more than he
is. Even at that, he gives me pleasure with his hands and
mouth. I even got him to use my dildo on me. I want to
offer him more, though!
I'm only five feet tall, but I'm still lean. I've got long
legs for my height. I love to wrap them around his hips. I
really love him; and I want him thrilled by our lovemaking.
I asked him if we could get a new bed! I told him it
bothered me a little to sleep in the bed he'd shared with
his wife. He agreed. I knew what I wanted, and we bought
it. It is a queen sized, brass, four poster bed. It has
lots of curlicues, little brass circles, on the posts, the
head and foot boards and the side rails. It even has woven
brass designs around the top rails that hold lacy curtains
we can draw if we want.
I stayed home the Friday when the bed was delivered. The
delivery guys set it up, but I decorated it. I added red
satin sheets and pillowcases and a jet black, satin
comforter. I left a frilly card on the front door that
told him to go to the bedroom to see our new bed. Then, when
he called to tell me he'd be home in half an hour, I added
me!
I'd planned the Bed Day -- no, the Bed Weekend -- for weeks.
I ordered a couple of the most erotic outfits I could find
from the Frederick's catalog. I also ordered some other
toys from another catalog. Frederick's was great! The
outfit I'm wearing for our first night is absolutely
pornographic. It's a tiny number called Femme Fatale. It
has a jet black bra, trimmed in scarlet with underwired lace
half cups that exalt my 34C breasts and leave them unveiled.
Just the feel of it makes my nipples stand up proudly! It
also comes with a petite, lace and ribbon garter belt that
sets off my 21 inch waist. It has a teeny g-string, thong
panty, but I'm leaving that in the box tonight. My flaxen
hair shows up delectably against the dusky lacework at my
loins. The final touches are slippery, sensual, lacy
hosiery with little red roses on them, and a pair of four
inch ebony heels. I usually wear my hair up at work, but
tonight it's down over my shoulders and back.
This is just window dressing, though. The other toys are
bizarre, and let me use our new bed. The other catalog was
for all kinds of bondage toys, and I spent almost $500 of my
savings for some sexual entertainment for us.
I moved the track lights so they gleam on the bed. Then I
attached leather straps with hooks in all sorts of
extraordinary places. I even got his tools out and fixed a
few brass rings into the ceiling joists. I laid the other
playthings on my dresser so he'd see them, then set up
myself. I put leather bands on my wrists and ankles. Then
I fastened my ankles so I was standing at the foot of the
bed. My legs were drawn out about two feet apart. Before
I cinched my wrists, I planted a rubber ball gag in my
mouth and attached it behind my head. Then I secured my
wrists, as tightly as I could, to the ties on the top rail
at the foot of the bed. I stood there, in the spotlights,
waiting for my man to command me.
He came in. I heard him hang up his coat, then heard him
tear open the card. "Renee? Where are you?" he called. I
wasn't able to say much, but I was really getting agitated!
My nips were harder than they'd ever been, and I could feel
the dampness in my loins start to flow in expectancy.
He came up the stairs and into our bedroom. "My God, Renee!
You weren't kidding about a 'wonderful' present!" he grinned.
He came to me. He fondled me. His hands felt wonderful as
they caressed my boldly flaunted breasts. He kissed them,
slowly and tenderly, sucking gently on my nipples until they
ached with desire. He touched me softly between my legs.
Finding me moist and ready, he explored my love canal with
his fingers. He stroked my clit as I groaned through my
gag. I drove my hips at him and he probed deeper into me,
stroking the walls of my vagina, searching for the spot he
knew would send me out of my mind. He found it, and pressed
and stroked me while I writhed into an fantastic climax.
He was still dressed. I was in heaven! He examined all the
things I'd done. He explored the other toys on my dresser.
I was limp from ecstasy, my barely governed arms almost
touching in front of me, though my legs were still spread
wide. He came to me again and tightened my arm straps so my
hands were taken up in the direction of the top rail. I
knew I could no longer free myself. I was his to do with as
he desired.
He undressed. Taking me in his arms, he began kissing me.
He kissed my neck. He trailed his lips along the up thrust
of my breasts and nipped my nipples with his lips. He moved
his mouth down across my belly, over my garter belt. He
explored my navel with his tongue for ages. Normally it
would have tickled, but I was getting aroused again. It
felt great!
He moved on down and licked my skin between my garter belt
and my furry mons. I was moaning again, and thrusting my
hips onto his face when he dipped his tongue into my slit.
It was exciting, hanging there. His hands stroked my
stockinged legs and my naked ass cheeks, pulling me onto his
mouth.
He unhooked my ankles and stood, pulling me to him. I
wrapped my legs around his hips. Swinging from my bound
wrists, I pulled myself onto his rigidity and we moved to an
incredible orgasm.
He removed my gag, but, to my surprise -- and delight -- he
refastened my ankles to the bed. "Ah, Renee', you are the
joy of my life!" he whispered, hugging me again. "I may
restrain you here eternally!"
"Oh, Please," I moaned. "I'm your woman, Master, to do with
as you will!"
He slipped into his robe and, getting into my reverie with
me, said, "Now, what will my love slave have for dinner?"
Lowering my eyes demurely, I whispered, "Whatever pleases
you, Master."
When dinner was almost ready, he returned. He freed me from
the foot of the bed. Taking another of our trinkets he
refastened me. He put a neck band on me that had a long
strip hanging down my back. My wrist manacles clipped to
rings on the strap so they were clutched securely behind me.
Then he fastened a restraint between my ankles that buckled
to a ring on the bottom of the back strap. It effectively
fettered me, but I could move a little without fear of
tripping on it.
I really felt wonderful. My arms were a little strained by
the harness, but the position of my arms shoved my breasts
up even more. My nipples hadn't relaxed since I'd put that
sexy bra on! I walked around a bit. It really made me
horny to feel the ankle chains hobble my walk. My hips
swayed suggestively as I listened to the soft tinkle of the
chains.
Bringing our dinner to the bedroom, he made me get down on
my knees beside him. He sat on the love seat and fed
himself; then fed me, cutting my steak for me. He held my
glass for me so I could drink my wine. Once I spilled a
little on my breasts, and he licked them clean. I was in
heaven, bound at his feet while he loved me!
After we had eaten, he left me bound. When I indicated my
need, he led me into the bathroom. When I had finished, he
gently cleaned me.
Returning to the bedroom, he made me abase myself by
kneeling at the couch again. Then he got the rubber hood
from my collection. "Let's see how this works," he smiled.
He turned it inside out, and grinned when he saw how it was
made. Putting it on top of my head, he slowly -- very
deliberately -- began to roll it down onto my head.
He brought it around my ears, And all the sound around me
receded as soft foam pads pressed in contact with my skull.
He stopped, and redirected his attention to my body,
stroking my breasts -- caressing my face.
When he had me panting with lust, he wrapped the hood down a
little further until another set of pads girdled my eyes,
turning my world dark -- as well as silent. He stopped
again. Kissing me deeply, he let his hands drift down over
my legs -- probing softly in the moist Vee between them. I
was going frantic with eagerness.
He rolled the head gear a little further and I felt the
little breathing tubes enter my nostrils. I felt his tongue
probe my mouth again, then felt his fingers stretch my mouth
open as a hard dildo gag glided between my tingling lips. I
sucked it on in as I felt the shroud roll over my chin. The
stretchiness of the hood material clasped my jaws and pushed
the dildo on in -- sealing my mouth so I had to breathe
through the nose tubes.
He rolled the elastic material down over my neck. I was
aware of him closing the leather neck collar, and felt,
rather than heard him seal it with a tiny lock I'd
thoughtfully provided. Now I was REALLY his enslaved
concubine.
He removed my ankle chains and my heels so I could move
safely; then helped me stand. He moved me till I felt the
bed hit my tummy. He pushed me forward till I was lying
face down on the bed with my feet on the floor. I felt his
hard cock slither into me. After he had explored me with
his cock, he pulled out again, leaving me panting with
desire, His hands were everywhere! He rolled me on my back
and moved me onto the bed. The next thing I knew, My legs
were being stretched straight up and apart as he fastened my
ankles to the straps I'd placed at the center of the top
side rails.
He tightened the ties until my ass was lifted off the bed.
All the while his hands and mouth never stopped molesting my
most erogenous places! Suddenly my dripping cunt was filled
with a huge, undulating dildo! He moved it deliberately, in
and out of my love tunnel. When he had it near my hole, he
would move it around as its vibrating, pulsing motion
massaged my clitoris, I wanted to grab it and ram it in,
but I was lying on my bound hands, I was going wild with
desire again.
He removed it from me, and I wanted to scream at him,
"PLEASE FUCK ME!" He moved off the bed for a moment. When
he returned, I felt something small probe my sex. After a
moment, I felt him probing my suspended back door and
realized he'd been lubricating the anal dildo with my love
juices.
I was still a virgin there, and I tightened up as the small
tip of the probe slid into me. I knew what was coming! The
eight inch length of the thing had four balls in it. The
first one was little, and I felt it stretch me as he glided
it in and out. As he kept on probing, the next one massaged
my rectum. Then another slipped in! I was wiggling my hips
furiously. I wanted him to stop. It scared me to have that
thing exploring my rear, but I'd gotten it for him. It was
a little late to object. Besides, my gag mask didn't allow
me much option. Finally the important one went in! It was
almost two inches in diameter, and it was tapered so it held
the thing in me!. He turned it on and it started vibrating
and pulsating inside me! I've never felt anything like it!
He returned the big cock to my vagina and rammed it in.
Stroking it in and out, he brought me nearer and nearer to
climax. When he pushed it all the way in, I could feel the
two devices touching through the walls of my vagina. I
crashed into an incredible climax and almost passed out.
He removed my imitation lovers. He cleaned me and removed
my mask. That was when I saw the lights and the video
camera he'd set up after I was blinded. He sat on the bed
and lifted my head onto his lap so I could see, then he
showed me the instant replay. It was eerie, watching that
prisoner on the TV wiggle her hips and pull herself against
those sexy toys. As we watched, I could feel him grow hard.
Pulling with my bound legs, I moved down on his lap so I
could take him into my mouth and return the pleasure he'd
given me. He tasted good. I sucked and licked his cock as
he watched me -- on the TV AND in real life! Before long,
he had his eyes closed, and he soon moaned to a climax,
filling my sucking mouth with his jism.
He released my legs, but wouldn't free my hands. He slipped
me under the covers, turned off the TV and the lights. When
he joined me -- in all my sexy finery and bonds, he held me
in his arms as we both drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
In the morning, he freed me, and let me shower and dress.
He asked me to dress up a bit, though. I put on another
sexy bra. This one enclosed my breasts and lifted them, but
left the nipples exposed. I wore another garter belt, and
dark blue hose. I wore panties, but the lace trimmed crotch
was open! I slipped a navy blue, leather skirt over my hips
that I knew he liked. I topped the outfit with a low cut
sweater that showed off my cleavage. If you looked, you
could see my nipples.
He fastened a wide leather belt around my waist that had
manacles for my wrists attached to four inch chains. I was
his victim again! I'd really started something!
He made me serve him breakfast. It was hard -- with my
hands anchored to my waist belt! He made it even harder by
caressing me whenever I got near him! He'd pinch my nipples
or slide his hand up under my skirt whenever I got within
reach! He'd get right in to that slit in my panties with
his fingers. He had me dripping with love juice! I got
within reach a lot! Before he finished his breakfast, I was
panting with desire!
Then he sat me down and fed me. At that time he got his
coat and mine and announced we were going shopping!
"What? Like this?" I grinned, jerking my wrist chains.
"Of course!" he smiled. "A good slave shops for her
Master!"
He put my wool poncho over my head, effectively disguising
my state of servitude, and we went to the grocery. I was so
aroused, I'm sure that wasn't the greatest shopping I've
ever done. In a deserted aisle, he even slipped his hand
under my coat so he could stroke my aching breasts.
When we got home, I got down on my knees like a good slave
and begged him to fuck me! He just smiled and slowly
unzipped his pants while I knelt in front of him. Slowly
drawing out his cock, he showed me its hardness. "Worship
your Master, Slave." he told me.
Scooting closer to him -- with difficulty because my hands
were still joined to my waist cinch -- I kissed the point of
his cock. "Yes, Master," I whispered, "Whatever delights
you."
He seized my head in his hands and, at a leisurely pace,
slid his tool into my mouth. I sucked on him energetically.
I loved watching and feeling him throb between my moist
lips. I licked him to keep him wet. Before he climaxed, he
pulled out.
He took me back to our bedroom. Unchaining me, he hugged
me, saying, "I want you so bad, Sweetheart. Dress for me
again, please." I was delighted to. He took his now
dangling cock to fix us drinks while I stripped to my garter
belt, stockings, crotchless panties and bra. Hooking the
Love Swing to a ceiling hook, I arranged myself in it. It
held my legs spread out so I was completely laid open.
Velcro straps surrounded my thighs to snare them. Similar
Velcro bands subjugated my wrists. When he returned, his
rod leaped immediately to attention.
I had guessed the height perfectly. He walked up to me,
between my widespread legs. His cock touched my laid open
vagina as he leaned over me to secure my wrist straps. I
felt so powerless. I could feel the tip of his rod nudging
against me and I needed him inside me!
"Please, Master," I moaned, "Put it in me! FUCK ME!
PLEASE!"
He pushed against me gently. His cock slipped in a little,
but my body moved away from him, too. I tried clutching him
with my love muscles, but he slipped out! I wanted to clasp
him with my legs, but they were embraced by my thigh straps.
"OH GOD MASTER! PLEASE LET ME HAVE YOU INSIDE ME," I
cried. "FUCK ME HARD!"
He went away -- to my dresser again. He came back with
another toy that seemed exciting when I bought it. Now I
wasn't sure. It was a whip -- kind of a toy one. It had a
nine inch dildo for a handle and about a dozen twelve inch
suede leather fronds on it.
"OH NO," I whimpered, "NOT WHILE I'M LIKE THIS!" I tried
to squirm away, but I only set myself swinging.
He stopped me by grasping my box in his left hand. He
explored me with his fingers. I got wet immediately!
Holding me with his fingers inside my very wet box, he
lashed the scourge against the inside of my exposed thigh
between the top of my stockings and my vee.
It didn't hurt like I thought a real whip would. It was
more like getting snapped with a wet towel. I still
whimpered with the ache it created and watched as my skin
turned a glowing pink. "NO! PLEASE! THAT HURTS TOO BAD,"
I wailed, bucking my hips in a useless effort to flee. My
exertion moved his hand in me and that feel marvelous, while
I was still smarting from the lash. Then he covered my
reddening skin with his lips and I thought I would explode
with ecstasy!
Backing away he lashed the inside of my other thigh. Again,
covering the area with his mouth, he reversed the handle and
rubbed my cunt with its cock tip. By now I was going crazy
with agony and pleasure at the same time. I'd never felt
such sexual tension in my life! I tried as much as I could
to fuck myself on that dildo! He pulled it out!
Reversing it again, he whipped my tummy -- then slowly,
agonizingly slid the strands of the whip down between my out
stretched thighs! Swinging it back, he brought the scourge
up against my dangling buttocks. I practically climbed up
to the ceiling. Again, he drew the fronds up across my
sopping lips.
"PLEASE, MASTER -- I'LL BE YOUR SLAVE. " Panting with agony
and lust, I begged, "FUCK ME. DO ANYTHING TO ME!"
"I'm going to, my beloved," he smiled. He stood and moved
against me. He slid right in, I was so wet with passion.
Moving his cock in me, He brought the whip down, more
gently, on my exposed breasts. It hurt, but he felt so good
inside me I didn't know whether to cry with the pain, or
scream with the pleasure! There I was! Bound, defenseless,
aching -- swinging on and off his throbbing cock -- but
approaching a climax so big I didn't know what to do. My
nipples were so hard! He lashed them again and I screamed -
- as I crashed into an orgasm so big I passed out!
When I awoke I was still bound in the swing. He was wiping
my face with a cool cloth. "Are you all right, Sweetheart?"
he asked. "You screamed, and your cunt muscles clamped on
me so tight I had the best climax of my life! Then you
passed out."
"Mmmmm," I murmured swing gently in my bondage, "You sure
know how to help a girl act out her fantasy. I've never
been so horny in all my life! I was a little panicky when
you started using that whip on me. It hurt a little, but I
got so tight -- sexy tight -- that I couldn't get enough of
you. Right now, I'm so worn out I just want a nap. Let me
down, please."
"No, I like you like this." he answered. "I will make you
cozy, though."
With that, he fastened a harness to my head and fastened
straps to it so my head was supported. He fastened a
blindfold to my harness. He left me there. It was only
noon on this unimaginably sensual weekend, and I didn't
think I could sleep. I was so tired, though, that I soon
nodded off -- hanging in my wonderful swing.
I awoke to his tongue tormenting my clit. I was still
tightly blindfolded so I don't know how long I'd slept. The
love swing still clutched my thighs in its devoted grasp.
My wrists were still Velcro encircled above my head "Oh
Please," I whimpered, "I can't take any more."
The stroking tongue slipped between my vaginal lips and I
felt his lips sucking on my love button! I felt his fingers
enter me, then felt a well lubricated finger exploring my
defenseless back hole. He had me gasping with desire again.
He stood and I felt his maleness slip into me. He clasped
my tits firmly and used them to draw me on and off his cock.
He would push me away so his cock slipped slowly from me --
all the while caressing my breasts -- until he was just
touching me. Then he would pull me gently so I slid slowly
-- very slowly -- back onto his throbbing organ. I was in
ecstasy! I felt his cock sliding into me. It was throbbing
so I knew he was close. Gripping as hard as I could with my
inner love muscles, I brought him, and myself to a wonderful
climax!
He helped me down from the swing, holding me lovingly until
I could walk steadily. The last time had nearly consumed
me! I washed and powdered myself, perfumed all my secret
spots and slipped on a long, slinky black gown. It had shoe
string straps and an uplift bra, but was very modest
compared to what I'd been wearing. I was ready for a
serious Saturday afternoon nap!
So was he, but he wasn't going to let our fantasy end.
Before he'd let me into bed, I was back in wrist manacles
and a slave collar. The collar had a tab hanging down in
front, with a D-ring that received the identical wrist rings
with the aid of a small padlock. My arms were held
comfortably, but securely. Even though I had on a long
gown, it gave me a sexy thrill to know that my loins were,
once again, defenseless!
We slept.
He fed me again. He helped me when I had to go to the
bathroom.
We watched TV. I was a little bruised from our passionate
night and morning so he didn't start anything. I lay on the
sofa in his arms all evening. He held me. He caressed me
occasionally. He kissed me a lot. It was the most idyllic
evening we'd ever had!
On Sunday morning, I awoke to find myself alone, but
restrained spread eagle on the bed. He came in and gently
fed me breakfast.
He left me to do some work around the house. I laid there
thinking about my situation. My legs were bound, loosely,
but so I couldn't draw them together. My arms weren't tight
either, but there was no way I could free myself. All in
all I was self-indulgently contented. I was in a constant,
but low level state of horniness. When I moved, I could
feel the slippery fabric of my gown slide against the satin
sheets. It was so sensual I practically purred! He was up
doing the work and all I had to do was -- nothing. He would
decide what I was to do. I knew he would come for me. I
slept some more.
About Noon, he came and released me. I'd never felt so
totally rested in my life. He made me remove my gown. He
just fastened my wrists in front of me and left my ankles
unbound. We did "housey" things all afternoon -- except he
was forever hugging me and kissing me and caressing me.
Once I just stopped him, pulled his pants down, and --
kneeling before him -- gave him a blow job that left him
groaning from exhaustion!
Before dinner, we went out to our well screened hot tub. He
fastened my wrists behind me, and held me, lovingly, so one
of the bubble jets frothed up between my legs and breasts.
It tickled at first, but I soon found myself aroused by the
water massage! Between the water and his probing hands I
found myself peaking again!
I fixed dinner -- in all my naked glory, but with my hands
in front of me, still chained. After dinner we retired to
the bedroom again. He freed my wrists, but asked me to put
the slave hood on myself.
It was eerie, rolling that thing down over myself. Hearing
vanished. Sight followed. The dildo gag felt like his cock
going in my mouth. When I had it on, I felt him place the
collar lock into my hands. I fastened it, and felt my
prurient enslavement return. He didn't tie me, but I knew I
wanted to please him. He made me bend over. His hands
showed mine to grasp my ankles. I stood there, in total
mental bondage. He stroked me everywhere. Finally he stood
and gently penetrated me. I wiggled my hips in every way I
knew to give him joy. I loved it too!
Later, in bed, he took me again. I held him in my arms and
legs and slept.
He awakened me and joined me in the shower. I was still
hooded. He got me off again with the shower massage!. He
dressed me for work! He didn't remove my hood until half an
hour before I had to leave -- just time enough to do my hair
and makeup.
He was just about finished dressing for work when I had to
leave. I didn't want to leave him. If he had slipped a
pair of manacles on me I would have stayed without a
thought! As I drove to work I felt like I was going into a
foreign world. I was already thinking of ways to make next
weekend even more interesting!