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Authors name: Frost
Story Title : Mad About You
Part 6 of 8
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Jamie spent the rest of the day naked. It was, she realized
afterwards, the first day she had spent naked since she was a very
young baby.
She had also spent much of the day with her wrists bound
behind her back by the scarf. Paul had made dinner, for example,
and fed her, cutting pieces up and putting the fork against her
mouth. He had also washed her, spending a good deal of time at her
crotch...which produced two orgasms before he was finished.
She had even slept that night with her wrists tied behind her,
wakened once to find him on top of her, to feel his cock thrusting
deep and pumping wildly. She hadn't had time to come before he
finished, but he had quickly brought her off by masturbating her.
Now she was dressed in a Christian D'ior dress that covered
her from throat to ankles, her hair perfectly brushed and hanging
softly across her shoulders. She was at work, and appeared, to
anyone who saw her, like the perfect, upward oriented career woman.
She looked, in other words, respectable, disciplined,
intelligent, and self-confident, and was treated that way by her
secretary, Allison, by her boss. Philip, and by all her co-workers.
And yet, all day long imagines of her weekend kept popping
into her mind. She felt wicked, sinful, erotic. She knew that
everyone at work would be shocked, astounded if they knew how she
had spent her weekend, if they knew the things she had done, or the
things done to her.
"How was your weekend?" Allison had asked when she got in.
"Oh, fine, same as always," she'd replied.
Allison was a pretty blonde just out of her teens, very
earnest, very stern, even to the point of tying her long blonde
hair back into a bun. She was an ardent feminist, and the thought
of telling her the truth practically took Jamie's breath away.
"Oh, my weekend was great," she could have said. "Paul Paul
tied me up with rope and shoved a vibrator up my pussy, then forced
his cock down my throat. I spent all of Sunday naked with my hands
tied behind my back. Oh, yes, and of course, I was tied
spreadeagled to the bed Friday night so he could torture me with
feathers, ice, and hot wax, after which he sodomized me."
Oh yes, wouldn't that raise the girl's eyebrows to the roof!
Wouldn't that stun her friends and colleagues! Jamie Buchman, the
perfect example of the independent career woman, tied up and butt-
fucked while she begged for more.
She felt like she was living a lie, an exciting lie. They all
thought of her as this intelligent, sombre woman, and yet she was
a masochistic slut, a whore who screamed for cock meat, who said
the most degrading things to get more cock.
It was a delicious secret, and kept her day from being boring.
Whenever she found herself in some boring meeting she thought about
her secret.
That kept her pussy on a kind of low heat throughout the day,
and she made sure she got home reasonably early...by six, anyway.
She was surprised to find Paul already there when she unlocked the
door. He usually got in later than her.
"Hello, beautiful," he said, kissing her.
"Hi," she said. "You're home early."
"Couldn't stay away," he grinned, then leered.
She blushed a little, but felt her pussy triggered by the
look, and beginning to warm.
"Let me help you off with your coat," he said.
"Thanks," she said, a little warily.
"And your boots," he said, after he'd hung up her coat.
He helped her off with her boots, then grinned, and moved to
within inches of her. "Let me help you off with your dress," he
said.
It was in her mind to protest that she hadn't even eaten yet,
but didn't. Maybe he wanted her to be naked, so he could feed her
again. That was okay with her for two reasons, one it was exciting,
and two it meant he had to cook.
She let him untie the ties of her dress, and slip it over her
shoulders and down and off. She stepped out of it, then let him
remove her bra, panty hose, and panties. He also took off her watch
and earrings, as he had the other day.
She felt her pussy growing even warmer, and her breasts
swelling. Her nipples had already exploded out to the size of
raspberries.
"I went shopping today," he said.
"Oh?"
"Bought you a few things."
"That's nice."
"Like to try them on?"
"Whatever you want."
"Maybe I should help you."
"If you want."
He led her, naked, to the counter that looked out on the
dining room and living room from the kitchen, and she saw there was
a bag there. Paul leered at her again, then turned her around so
her back was to it. She heard him take something from the bag, then
felt him take her hand and pull it back.
She turned her head and saw a leather...thing...in his hands.
"What's that?" she blinked.
He wrapped it around her wrist. It was padded on the inside, yet
hard, and studded on the outside, and had a metal ring set into the
leather. She watched him clip the thing together, then saw him take
a small padlock and lock it shut.
"Jesus," she sighed, her belly tightening as she raised her wrist
to her face and examined the thing.
"It's called a leather restraint, or a leather cuff," he said. "It
won't leave any marks like the ropes."
He took her other hand and put another restraint around it,
then locked that with another small padlock. Jamie examined
them both with mingled anxiety and excitement. They
looked...dangerous...somehow menacing.
He took two more out of the bag and attached them to her
ankles, then took a studded leather collar out and put it around
her neck, locking that tightly as well. Jamie felt intensely erotic
as she examined herself, and knew her pussy was moist and ready for
anything.
He pulled something else out of the bag. It looked like
nothing more than a ping pong ball attached to a foot long hank of
hair, like a pony tail. She couldn't imagine what it's purpose was
until he ordered her to bend over and spread her legs.
Then she felt the round ball pressed against her asshole.
"Paaull. What is that?"
"Just do what you're told or I'll spank you."
She felt it slowly pushed through her asshole, then felt her
asshole snap closed behind it, the thin tail sticking out.
The last thing he pulled out was a leash, which he attached to
her collar. He tugged downwards on it, forcing her to her knees,
then to all fours, then walked forward into the living room,
pulling on the leash. Her mind steamed as she crawled along at his
side.
The tail, for that was, she quickly realized, what it was
supposed to be, was very thin where it came out her asshole, but
fluffed out considerably, and hung down between her thighs,
brushing her skin as she crawled.
He led her around the living room and dining room, then made
her halt and kneel on all fours as he walked slowly around her,
examining her. Jamie felt intensely sexual, incredibly erotic, and
yearned to be penetrated, to be rode hard.
"What a slut," he said.
She shuddered in pleasure.
"On all fours like a bitch in heat, just begging for it,
aren't you."
"Yess," she breathed.
"Spread those legs, slut. Raise that ass higher."
She obeyed him, her body gripped by a wild sexual lust.
He was wearing sweats. It took only seconds to strip them off,
then he gripped her leash and knelt in front of her.
"Suck my cock, slut," he said. "What should I call you, hmm?
What's a good name for a bitch in heat?"
He held her leash tightly as he rubbed his cock over her face,
then pushed it against her lips. She sucked it in eagerly, licking
and suckling as he ran his hand through her hair.
"How about Rover? How about I call you, Rover? Hmmm? That
sound like a good name for you, slut?"
He was pumping his cock in her mouth, and obviously wasn't
looking for an answer. She continued to suck his cock, mewling in
pleasure as he stroked and squeezed her dangling tits.
He pulled back abruptly, and made her turn around, then she
felt his cock rubbed up and down against her pussy mound.
"Ready for it, slut? Rover? Want it, Rover?"
"Yessss," she gasped.
"Beg for it."
"Please fuck me. Please fuck me, Paul!"
"Don't call me that! You're my little fuck-dog, my bitch in
heat. You can call me...Master. Got that? Beg for it, Rover."
"Please fuck me, Master!" she gasped, the tightness in her
guts now almost painful. "Please fuck me, Master. Please fuck
Rover, Master!"
She felt his cockhead pressed against her burning hole, then
cried out in pleasure as he thrust into her. He gripped her hips
and...the word that occurred to her instantly was...mounted her. He
mounted her.
That word made her body burn with feverish pleasure, and she
humped back desperately, panting for breath as the heat overwhelmed
her senses.
"Fuck me, Master! Fuck me hard!"
"I'm gonna give you a good ride, slut!" he growled, ramming
his cock down her fuck-pipe with brutal force, hammering his hips
into her tight ass cheeks as she groaned and whimpered and grunted
in heat. His hands roamed up and down her body, squeezing and
fondling her swinging breasts, then gripping her shoulders and
jerking her back into his thrusts.
He gripped her leash then and tugged it back, forcing her head
up and back. He jerked her back by it, slapping her bare ass cheeks
as he rutted into her.
"Yeah! Yeah! Fuck! Take it! Take my cock! Fucking slut!
Fucking whore! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
"Fuck meee! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped.
She felt like an animal, like a bitch in heat, or a filly
being mounted, being ridden by its mate. She gurgled in lust and
heat and excitement as she felt his stiff boner spiking up into her
belly again and again, glorying in the lewd, carnal romp.
She was on the verge of coming, and hammered her ass back
against him, even though the impact was almost painful. She impaled
herself on his pumping staff, grunting in bliss with each deep
penetration.
And came, thrashing her head wildly as she gurgled in
pleasure, whining and moaning and mewling in delight as the fires
of ecstasy bathed her shuddering flesh.
"Ohhh! OhhH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OHOOOOhhhhhhh!"
His jism spewed out of his bulging cock and gushed down into
her sucking hot furnace of a cunt, pouring into her as he dug his
fingers into her flanks and cursed in pleasure.
Afterwards, after they had recovered, and he had dressed, he
turned her onto her belly. He removed her leash, then clipped her
wrists together behind her back. Then, to her surprise, she brought
her ankles back sharply and clipped them together, linking them to
her wrists somehow.
It was very uncomfortable, but he let her turn onto her side,
and that wasn't too bad. He left her on the rug, but was kind
enough to turn on the TV for her to watch while he finished making
dinner. She knew he wasn't finished with sex, and her pussy knew it
too.
After ten minutes or so he came and got her, unlinking her
ankle restraints and pulling her to her feet. He led her into the
kitchen, but instead of having her sit on his lap he made her kneel
beside his chair. Then he sat down and began eating dinner himself.
She was a bit confused at first, and also hungry, but then he
turned with a piece of meat in his hand and held his hand before
her mouth. She took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, then,
trembling only a little, she licked the piece of meat out of his
hand.
That was the way the meal went. Every second or third piece he
cut he would pick up and hold out to her, sometimes in his fingers,
something in the palm of his hand, and she would lick it off and
eat it. All the while she was doing it she felt intensely erotic,
and the thought ran through her head again and again, of what her
friends, family, co-workers would think if they could only see her
now.
He had milk afterwards, and so did she, except hers was in a
bowl he placed on the floor, and she had to lean in and lick and
suck it out.
After dinner he unlinked her wrist restraints so she could
clean the dishes. When she had finished them she walked out to the
living room. He pulled her over his lap, then turned her belly down
and caressed her ass cheeks.
"Have I ever told you what a gorgeous ass you have, Rover?"
"Yes, Master," she sighed.
"It really is gorgeous. It's a pity everyone else couldn't see
your gorgeous ass, don't you think?"
"Yes, Master."
"Come on, you can watch a movie with me. Oh, wait, I think you
can watch it better from over here."
He had her get up, then led her to the low hanging beam that
separated the living and dining rooms, well, that gave them an
illusion of separateness. She saw for the first time that he had
driven to round rings into them about three feet apart.
She also saw that he had chains on the nearby table.
He stood on a chair to hang the chains on the rings, then got
down and placed her directly under them. Her heart was pounding,
and she offered no resistance as he lifted her right hand high, and
linked the wrist restraint to one of the chains.
Then he moved over and lifted her other hand high. It wouldn't
reach the other chain, though, and she thought for a moment he had
miscalculated, but he actually lifted her body up, one hand around
her waist, the other on her wrist, and linked her wrist restraint
to the hook at the end of the other chain.
Then he let her go, and she found that she was hanging from
the chains, that her feet dangled inches above the floor. All her
weight came down on her wrists and arms and shoulders, and it took
her a few moments to adjust to that.
Her wrists didn't hurt at all, but her arms felt strained, and
her shoulders ached. She knew she must look amazingly erotic,
though, and the very idea of hangin from the wrists was almost too
much for her. She started rubbing her thighs together around her
steaming snatch to bring herself off.
"Stop that,"he ordered. "I don't want you jerking yourself off
unless I tell you to."
"Ye...ye...esss, Ma...master," she panted.
"Jesus, you look hot," he said.
He rolled the TV over, then got the camcorder and plugged it
in. She watched as she appeared on the TV. Her eyes widened as she
saw herself.
"Oh Christ! Fuck me, Paul! Oh God, I look so..."
"Yeah, like a real little slut. Like my sex slave."
He stroked her body, then slid his hand between her legs and
started stroking her clitty with rapid movements. She grunted and
moaned and tried to hump against him. That he was jerking her off
was just one more astonishingly wicked things that made her mind
one mass of sexual heat.
Then she came, grunting and moaning and shaking in the chains
as the heat flooded her body. The fireworks blasted her thinking
processes to pieces, and had her dancing in mid-air for long
seconds before she went limp.
He pulled over a chair and sat down beside her as he turned on
the movie he'd spoke of. It was a porn movie, and it involved
bondage and sadism. She watched, her attention distracted from her
sore shoulders by the action on the screen.
She saw woman after woman chained, roped, raped, beaten,
whipped, caned. One of the most exciting scenes was when the woman
was hung from her wrists, and a man whipped her.
She wanted a man to whip her. Well, actually she didn't, for
she was certain it would be intensely painful, but the fantasy of
a man whipping her as she hung there made her cunt boil again.
"You like that, slut?" Paul said, casually reaching a hand up,
as he had on several occasions, to stroke her ass cheeks or pussy.
"You want me to get a whip and whip you?"
"It looks so...exciting," she panted.
"Bet it hurts like hell, too."
"Ohhhh!" she gasped, as his fingers slid up her pussy.
Another scene came on, and he pulled his fingers away, much to
her disappointment. On the TV a woman was bent over a desk and was
caned. She heard the hiss of the cane, and watched as it cracked
down on her firm white ass cheeks, and licked her lips in
excitement.
They watched as the caning ended, and the woman's tormenter
roughly sodomized her.
"You're a dirty girl to get off on this, aren't you?" he said,
smacking her ass.
"Yes, Master," she gasped.
He got up and pushed the chair away, then stood there beside
her, running his left hand up and down her belly and over her
breasts, and squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks with his right.
"You think I should cane your ass, Rover?" he growled,
slapping her ass hard. She yelped, but didn't answer. He continued
to knead her ass cheeks, his left hand sliding down between her
thighs and stroking her pussy.
"Are you a bad girl, Rover?" he demanded, cracking his hand on
her ass again.
Again she yelped in pain, but said nothing, moaning at the
sexual heat radiating upwards from her pussy pit.
His hand cracked on her ass again, then he stroked and squeezed her
soft meat. Again he slapped it, harder this time, and she gasped in
pain, her ass jerking forward.
"Dirty slut," he said. "I think you need to be punished. Don't
you?"
She was grinding her pelvis into his fingers when he stopped.
"Noo," she gulped.
He slapped her ass with his hand and she yelped.
"I think you need to be punished, slut."
"N...Nooo," she gasped, her body glowing with heat. His
hand cracked against her ass again and she cried out in pain, then
his fingers slid into her soft pussy meat and he began to rub her
clitty with his thumb. She shuddered and arched her back. Then he
rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger and she whined and
moaned like a bitch in heat.
"Bad girl," he said, taking his fingers out, then slapping her
ass.
He went to the VCR and removed the tape, then inserted another
and pressed play. He moved back to her and went behind her, his
right hand sliding between her legs and stroking her pussy.
The TV lit up with images of her. She'd only seen the pictures
he'd taken of her in bed, not these. Now she stared at herself as
she knelt, tightly bound in lengths of rope, watched as she rubbed
her pussy on the rope, as she ground her loins back instinctively,
then fell to her side, grunting and straining and grinding her hips
as an orgasm ripped through her.
"Slutty girl," he said, slapping her ass hard.
She cried out in pain, but couldn't take her eyes from the TV.
She saw him shove the vibrator up her snatch, then saw her sucking
him, watched as he forced his cock right down her throat.
He stroked her clitty then slapped her ass again, and again
she yelped, but her voice was strained, dazed.
"Slut," he said.
On the TV she saw him untie her, saw her laying on her side,
griping her crotch, saw him push her onto her back, saw herself
pumping the vibrator up and down in her pussy as she moaned and
writhed in orgasmic ecstasy.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped, stunned by the burning eroticism of her
own actions.
"What kind of a woman jerks off with a vibrator while someone
watches?" he growled into her ear. "What kind of a woman does it in
front of a camcorder? Only a real nympho slut would do that!"
He slapped her ass, then again, then again, and she cried out
each time, but the pain, as sharp as it was, only raised her heat
higher, and she ground her thighs together helplessly as she
watched the TV.
And even as the tape ended she continued, crying out in pain
and pleasure each time he slapped her ass. He gripped her hair
then and forced her head up and back.
"Are you a slut?"
"Yesssss! I'm a slut! I'm a slut!"
"You need to be punished, don't you, slut?"
"Yesss! Punish me! Punish me, Master!"
His hand slapped down hard against her ass and she cried out
in pain. Her legs bounced and shook and her thighs slapped
together, and the sex-heat was still there, still growing. She was
torn between the heat in her crotch and the heat of her ass. Then
they seemed to combine, and she came, thrashing and shaking wildly
as he fingered her slit and slapped her ass.
He rammed three fingers up her snatch, grinding his knuckles
against her taut pussy lips as he mashed his thumb against her
clitty. He continued to crack his hand against her ass cheeks as
she jerked and writhed and bounced in mindless bliss.
Her ass was red when he stopped slapping it, but he didn't
move away. He moved in front of the now limp, groaning woman and
dropped to his knees. He gripped her ankles and pulled them apart.
There were rings set into the floor, and he chained her ankles well
apart.
Then he knelt in front of her, peeled her cunt lips open, and
began licking and sucking on her clitty and cunt meat. It was only
a few minutes before she began to hump against him.
"Oh, Jesus, Paul," she said, her voice breaking with emotion
and passion. "What are you doing to meeeee?"
He stood up and moved behind her, then dropped his sweatpants.
He rubbed his bulging tool against her asshole, then slowly worked
it into her, burying it deep in her guts. He ground his pelvis into
her tight ass cheeks as his hands squeezed and mashed her breasts.
Then he began to stroke, sliding his cock steadily up and down
her ass tube. His left hand continued to grope and knead her tit
meat, as his right slid down her heaving chest and belly and his
fingers found their way into her slit. He stroked and fingered her
clitty as he fucked her helpless asshole, and she whimpered and
sobbed in delirious pleasure.
Her head dropped back onto his shoulder as he drove his cock
up into her, but she humped against him, driving her asshole back
onto his cock as he frigged her clit bud. She grunted repeatedly,
continuously, her eyes closed, mouth slack, forehead beaded in
sweat.
"Slut," he growled into her ear. "Whore! Fuck-machine!"
She whimpered and moaned and then, as he pounded his cock
higher and harder and faster, came, came with a sob of exhausted
pleasure, her guts torn and chest straining as her muscles snapped
and jerked and her nervous system overloaded.
"Fucking whore! Fucking whore!" he cursed as he rodded his
cock up her ass. "Cunt! Slut! Slave! Bitch dog!"
He bit down on the nape of her neck as he rammed his cock up
into her asshole and blasted his sperm out into her. She bounced
and shook and went limp again, groaning weakly.
Continued in part 7...
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