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She Will Sing for Him
by El Ciego (address withheld)
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In this story a wealthy and eccentric musician/sound
recordist captures the scintillating song of his bound
chanteuse. Bondage, sadism, "forced" toy and oral sex.
(MF, bd, nc, oral, toys)
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He liked her best this way. She is on her back, her ass
midway off the piano bench. Her black silk clad legs
tied wide apart to the legs of the wooden altar,, her
pretty feet en pointe in three inch stiletto come-fuck-
me pumps. The wide black leather strap encircles her
just below her heaving breasts, holding her torso fast
to the bench, her world upside-down. Her silk gloved
wrists are likewise tied to the piano bench, her hair
sweeps the floor, her mouth stoppered by a vivid blue
rubber ball-gag.
She trembles, her shaven pussy kissed by the cool air
in the music room. She begins to become humid with
anticipation, yet she is unready, her vagina tightly
closed against penetration.
He clicks the mouse to start recording. The microphones
in this room are exquisitely sensitive. She is going to
sing for him tonight.
He stands above her naked, his cock stiffening as he
gazes at her rose-colored nipples, now rigid with
arousal. A tiny droplet of DNA forms at t he tip, and
he takes the leather riding crop from the nearby table.
Swish! The slapper of the crop smacks hard against her
right nipple, and she screams into the gag. Swish! A
sharp pop as the slapper contacts her pouting labia.
She writhes against her piano bench bondage, yet she is
careful not to tip herself over in her struggle. She
knows that Master is very particular about the
furnishings of his lovely home; an upturned piano bench
would earn her far worse than she was taking.
Swish! The slapper again strikes its leading edge
across her swollen clitoris! "M-m-momff!" Her scream
through the ball-gag still manages to echo through the
music room. Marvelous acoustics.
He tenderly smiles at his darling chanteuse, bending
now to gently kiss her parted lips around the ball. He
unfastens the locking strap and eases the ball from
between her aching jaws raising her head on one strong
hand and offering a drinking straw. The cold lemon
water eases her thirst, and she begins to speak.
"Master, please. No more, I beg you. Please!. Plee-ai-
eee!" Her words turn into a scream of surprise as he
again pops the business end of the leather whip against
her captive cunt-flesh Swish! Crack! Swish! Slap!
Swish! Smack!!. Another blow, this one to a tender
inner thigh, is accompanied by a sharp pinch to her
left nipple.
"No-o-o-ooo!" She screams again. "No more whip, Master,
no more nooo!"
Smack! He expertly lands another sharp sting to her
clitoris. The piano bench rocks, threatening to tip
sideways, but she stopped struggling long enough to
maintain balance. "Good girl," he smiles.
The man reaches to the table removing a menacingly
large sex toy called a Tuning Fork. Two dildos, one an
immense two and three-quarter inches in diameter and
not less than eight inches long is paired with a
thinner dildo nearly its length. He knows that her
pussy is nearly ready, but that tight little brown
asshole would certainly not be. He lovingly lubricates
both prongs before suddenly jamming both into the
waiting holes of his captive songstress.
Fascinated, he watches the VU meter on the mixing
console slap hard to mid red-zone as she howls , her
lush round tits rising, suddenly suffused with a deep
blush. He begins to rhythmically slam the twin threat
into her, relishing her anguished howls, grunts and
very soon moans and cries of rapture, orgasms crashing
through her and into one another, all the world
spinning.
He relishes the sweet symphony filling his headphones.
The recording setup is marvelous; one sensitive
microphone is placed near her sex, capturing every wet
sound of penetration. Another microphone, an expensive
German ribbon type captures every sweet vocalization.
Yet a third catches room ambience. The mix is lush.
He continues to rhythmically pound the double invader
into her, savoring each pained cry, then each low,
gasping moan and then, her screaming exultations of
orgasmic release. She cries a melody spanning nearly
two octaves, her voice a thrilling counterpoint to the
ostinato rhythm of the sex toy.
She begins to tire, a few, final low moans of exhausted
orgasm escape her trembling lips, and she pleads in a
husky voice, "Please m-Master, no more. It hurts. Thank
you Master, but ple-e-eie!" Another scream as he jerks
both prongs from her, suddenly again slapping hard into
her cunny with his leather riding crop.
II.
He has repositioned her on the top of the 1889 vintage
Cable grand piano. Her legs are splayed wide apart,
secured by two leather leashes to the front legs of the
old instrument. Her wrists are cuffed to her quivering
thighs, a soft pillow holding her ass and cunny just
over the keyboard, at a perfect height for tasting.
He seats himself at the keyboard, stretching his
fingers over the keys. The song is jazz, throbbing, a
bit clubby, a bit quaint and old fashioned. He leans
forward to capture her pouting pussy in his mouth,
gently choreographing his caress to the intricate moves
of the music. Her body relaxes, as the music and his
soft love dance ease her away from her torments on the
piano bench. He gradually brings the music to a harder
throb, a faster pace, licking her tasty juices from
both sides of his bound fruit.
She begins to writhe, his tongue fucking her hot cunt,
suckling at her clitoris like a starving infant on his
mother’s breast. His tongue does hemidemisemiquavers
against her clitoris in time with the pulse of his
manual improvisations below. Soon she is crying her
joy, lady and music both climbing through crescendo, at
last reaching shattering climax. Coda.
Fin.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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