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Angie Comes Home
By RopeBinder (address withheld)
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Tonight, in our own little world, we would define some
important terms... respect, penance and frustration. By
the time we were done, Angie would have a deep
appreciation for all three. (MF, bd, sm)
***
I didn't need to see the look on her face to know her
expression. I was busy in her bedroom when she walked in
the front door. The drop of her gym bag on the foyer's
hardwood floor confirmed my hunch. Angie was unnerved by
my presence.
I never came over unannounced. In fact, I thoroughly
enjoyed the anticipation created by calling her
beforehand. I usually instructed her to be ready and
waiting. However, this was a special occasion.
Angie had crossed me two days ago. In an unpleasant
telephone conversation, she lost her composure and spoke
to me in a way that I never expected. Until then, she'd
never cursed in front of me.
I guess she felt adventurous. I reacted quickly and
quietly. An instant after the word "asshole" passed her
lips, I hung up. Although I was angry, I smiled trying
to picture her face reacting to the click and dial tone
that replaced her rage with reality.
What had she been thinking about these last two days,
while I ignored her phone calls and lengthy apologies
left on my answering machine? God, I loved this game.
Tonight, in our own little world, we would define some
important terms... respect, penance and frustration. By
the time we were done, Angie would have a deep
appreciation for all three.
"Hello, Angie," I said, as she turned the corner into
her bedroom.
"Jeffrey... I didn't expect you... I..." she stammered.
"I know, darling. Please remove your clothes and sit
down in the chair. We have work to do."
"Work? What type of work?"
"Angie, don't bother yourself with details. Take off
your clothes and sit down. I don't want to discuss this
right now."
I worked quickly. I was anxious to see how she'd react
to my new device. It was ingenious. It really was. It
fit Angie's peculiar sexual needs precisely. She loved
her vibrator and would dance like a cat when I pressed
the humming toy to her clit, but when I buried it deep
inside of her she went wild. When I held it against the
back of her pussy, she often climaxed violently. That's
what gave me the idea for The Standing Vibrator.
It started simply as your typical hand-held massager.
I'd cut off the head and created my own, which looked
like a standard adult toy vibrator. I would have used a
store bought model, but it was important that I be able
to plug it into an outlet, which is unusual for sex
toys.
I mounted the contraption on a low height microphone
stand, which was perfect because I could adjust the
height from two to four feet. The end result was a heavy
duty, AC/DC vibrator on a stand, but the creative part
was in the guts of the vibrator. (I'll save that detail
for later.)
I tied Angie standing on the balls of her feet with her
wrists and ankles wrapped in black leather cuffs. Her
arm and legs were spread and tied to four eyebolts, two
in the ceiling and two in the floor.
"Jeffrey, how long is this going to take? I have plans
tonight," she chattered.
"You're plans are with me, Angie. I've canceled your
other engagements. Knowing you...you won't have any
trouble lubricating yourself for this," I commented, as
I dipped two fingers into her pussy before I slid the
dildo inside. "Angie, you're going to have to really
drop down on this thing if you want it to do its magic."
"Jeffrey, that's not fair! You know I can't with my arms
tied like this. I can't lower myself at all."
"I know, my pet...patience...you'll need a lot of
patience tonight. First, I want to attach the nipple
clamps." From a hook straight above Angie's head, I
strung the clamps to her nipples and pulled them tightly
to the ceiling.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned.
"You see, Angie. I'm going to untie your arms, so you'll
be able to press down onto the vibrator."
I could see the fear in her eyes, "But Jeffrey... my
nipples..."
"I know, but we all have to make sacrifices. No one says
you have to cum. In fact, orgasm will be more difficult
than ever, tonight," I said, as I released her wrists
from the ceiling bolts and locked them together behind
her back.
"You see this vibrator is special. It senses things, so
to speak. I've built in a leveling device... you know...
the kind they put into space heaters so they don't set
the house on fire if they tip over. If the vibrator
moves from its place, even a fraction of an inch, it
will shut off until it's level again. So, I don't
recommend moving too much if you want to keep it
humming."
"Jeffrey, that's impossible and you know it!"
"Angie, I'm tired of your complaining. I knew I'd have
to gag you for this experiment." I stuffed a ball gag
into her mouth and locked the strap tightly behind her
head. "Shall we begin?" I moved to my chair directly in
front of her, a mere three feet away, and flicked on the
vibrator. The sight was amazing... beautiful Angie with
legs spread wide and the unmovable vibrator stuffed
between her legs, prying apart her pussy lips.
She stood almost teetering on the balls of her feet,
with her arms clasped snugly behind her back. Her
nipples were in tight knots and looked distressed, as
the clamps gripped them and the thin chain connected
them to the ceiling. Her eyes pleaded, but the rest of
her face was contorted by the shiny red ball sticking
halfway out of her mouth. She was beautiful.
The vibrator worked its magic. I crossed behind her and
ran my hands along her shoulders and ribcage, then down
her quivering stomach. I kissed her lightly on the back
of the neck, just as she began to shake. I could tell
she was thinking about cumming because she lowered
herself onto the vibrator.
Perhaps, she did it unconsciously. Perhaps, she weighed
the pleasure between her legs against the pain in her
nipples. I wasn't sure. The first few times, pain won,
and she lifted herself back to her toes, but the
seduction of desire eventually took over, and she drove
her cunt deeply onto the vibrator.
I was anxious to see how well my contraption worked. As
Angie approached orgasm for the first time that evening,
her hips begin to rock back and forth...Bingo! The
vibrator shut off completely. It wouldn't start up again
for 30 seconds. I relished the look in her eyes. Let's
call it a cross between anger and fear. Tonight would be
a long ordeal.
I kissed her cheek in a playful show of sympathy, that I
didn't really feel, and strode to my gym bag to retrieve
my cat-o-nine tails.
"That was your easiest chance to keep that thing still
and orgasm, Angie," I mocked. "Let's see how still you
hold with the cat burning your ass and thighs."
She groaned into the gag, and I commenced a slow buildup
of heat and reddened flesh with my whip. Angie wavered
between determined stillness and wild dancing under the
thin leather strands. When I was satisfied with the
color of her behind, I moved to her front and rained
strokes on her stomach. Then, I whipped her back...then
her calves...and then her ass again.
I tired of whipping her, as the room darkened. I knew
she couldn't last much longer, tied as she was. I
slumped in my chair, directly in front of her, and asked
her to cum for me. With steadfast determination she
pressed downward and shattered into a blissful climax
for the first time that evening. She ground her hips
onto the vibrator, even though the mechanism shut it
off.
She sagged onto the glistening contraption, and I
carefully lifted her, untied her and carried her to bed.
The night was still young.
END
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