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 Archive name: Madabou7.txt (M/F, Bond)
 Authors name: Frost
 Story Title : Mad About You
 Part 7 of 8

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 As she hung there gasping for breath, Paul pulled his softening
 cock out of her ass and moved away. He returned a minute later
 and slid a chain of sorts around her belly. It wasn't very
 tight, and she paid it little attention.

 But then he pressed something hard against her asshole, and it
 wasn't his cock. Since her anal muscles had yet to recover from
 his hard pounding cock he was able to force the thing up inside
 her with little difficulty. She heard a flick, then felt a buz-
 zing vibration inside her gut.

 She raised her head at last and tried to look around, but
 couldn't see what he was doing.

 "Paaaulll?" she panted.

 He moved around in front of her and she saw that he had a second
 vibrator. He grinned at her, then sawed it back and forth along
 her pussy slit, and slowly forced it up her twat. She groaned
 and looked down, watching as he thrust it up inside her to the
 base.

 Then, to her surprise, she saw him take a very small, thin
 chain, one she hadn't noticed before, which was attached to the
 chain around her waist, and pull it between her legs. He
 attached it in some way to the base of the vibrator, then
 stood back.

 She realized then that there was a similar little chain going
 down the crack of her ass and attached to the vibrator there.
 It was obvious that their purpose was to stop either vibrator
 from slipping out.

 She didn't really care, though, for the buzzings of two vib-
 rators up in her lower belly was making her twist and writhe
 in pleasure. Paul smiled and moved back. He positioned the
 chair he'd been sitting in so he was sitting about six feet
 in front of her, then brought the camcorder and tripod over
 and focused it on her, watching and recording as she jerked
 and shook and came again.

 Then he turned around and turned on the TV. He sat back in
 his chair, tuning her out as he watched sitcoms. Every now
 and then he'd hear rapid panting and groaning and passionate
 moans of pleasure, hear the clinking and shaking of chains,
 and sometimes her begging and whining for attention. At one
 point he heard a clattering noise and turned to see her
 thrashing her head furiously back and forth. She'd shaken her
 head so hard her glasses had been tossed off.

 He mostly ignored her, though, except during commercials. Then
 he'd go over and finger her clitty, suck on her nipples, and
 grope her breasts...until the commercial ended, of course.

 Then he went back to the TV.

 He left her up there for a couple of hours, but though she
 begged him to fuck her, or suck her or jerk her off, she never
 begged to be freed.

 Jamie was caught in a blistering sexual firestorm. She threw
 her head back, screaming almost soundlessly as she arched her
 back again and again. She was intoxicated on the pleasure and
 sexual heat, on the carnal eroticism of her bondage. She
 pulled repeatedly against the chains binding her ankles,
 straining and twisting in the joyous grip of total
 gratification.

 She came repeatedly, her muscles spasming, convulsions
 wracking her exhausted body until she hadn't the strength
 left to do more than twitch and shake and tremble. She tried,
 at first, to count them, but lost track, unable to focus her
 mind, to collect the shattered pieces of her mind together
 between orgasms.

 By the time he let her down she was limp, and utterly drained,
 coated in sweat, her eyes glassy, her legs and feet twitching
 helplessly. He removed the vibrators and chains, then clipped
 her wrist restraints together behind her back. He clipped her
 ankle restraints together as well, then carried her into the
 waiting tub and setting her in the water.

 They had a sunken tub, and he left her to soak in it for
 twenty minutes or so, then returned and pulled her out of the
 water, sitting her on the edge. He soaped her up all over,
 slathering layer upon layer of soap over her breasts, and
 crotch especially, but also over her shoulders and back and
 arms and legs and ass.

 He pulled her back into the water...he was naked himself by
 then, but without letting her ass down turned her around and
 bent her across the side of the tub. He stroked her soapy ass
 and crotch, then placed his cock against her cunt cleft and
 sank it in to the balls.

 She groaned weakly, but didn't react otherwise as he began to
 slowly pump his cock up her fuck tunnel. He fucked her steadily
 for about five minutes, then pulled free and pressed his cock
 against her asshole instead. Again she groaned, and rolled her
 head from side to side, but he easily buried his cock and once
 again pumped inside her for long minutes.

 He came, then sank back into the water, sighing happily. Jamie
 remained where she was, too emotionally and physically drained
 to move. After a minute he got up and turned her over so she
 was sitting on the edge again, and unclipped her ankle
 restraints.

 He pushed her back and spread her legs wide, then reached
 over to a small box next to the tub and took out her razor.
 He began shaving carefully away at her pussy hair, sliding
 easily on the thick layer of soap. At first he cut it away
 in thick masses, but after a few minutes only small whiskers
 came free.

 He took his time, sliding his fingers up her pussy to posi-
 tion her muff properly, sawing away along the edges of her
 slit, then lifting her then down her buttocks. He pulled her
 down into the water again, and rubbed his hand over her
 snatch, then searched out every single hair remaining and
 rubbed away at it until it was gone, until her pubic area
 was as hairless as a baby's backside, and as soft and smooth
 as silk.

 He realized at this point that Jamie had fallen asleep,
 which he found more than a little amusing. He rinsed the
 soap off her body, then picked her up and lifted her out
 of the tub, carrying her to a chair.

 He sat her down and pulled a towel around her, drying off
 her hair, then her body. She was still damp, though, when
 he carried her into the bedroom and put her to bed. He
 clipped her ankle restraints together, then found her
 leash, and locked it to the headpost of the bed before
 going back to the living room and watching some more TV.

 When he returned an hour later she was still asleep. He got
 into bed beside her and fell asleep.

 When Jamie woke up it was light outside. She was laying on
 her side. She groaned and turned over onto her back, then
 discovered her wrists wouldn't come out from behind her.
 She looked around for Paul but he wasn't there. She found
 her ankles locked, and when she tried to sit up found she
 was chained to the bed.

 She fell back onto the bed and groaned tiredly. Every nerve
 and muscle in her body ached. She wanted nothing so much as
 to lay back and fall asleep. So she did.

 She woke up again and yawned. Her body still ached, but she
 knew she had to get up. She looked around for Paul but there
 was still no sign of him. She slowly turned her head and
 looked at the clock, then cursed. She was supposed to have
 wakened up an hour ago to get ready for work.

 "Paul! Paul!" she yelled. "Paaaulll!"

 She pushed herself back against the headboard and managed
 to sit up.

 "What is it?" Paul asked, frowning as he came into the
 bedroom.

 "Christ, Paul! I'm going to be late for work!" she moaned.

 "No, you're not. I called them and told them you were sick."

 "What?"

 "Happy holidays! I took today off too."

 "Paul. I can't just take today off!"

 "Sure you can. You've already done it. That's what sick
 leave is for."

 "Sick leave isn't for this," she said with a snort. "Unhook
 me, will you? I can't believe you let me sleep all night like
 this. I'm so sore I can hardly move."

 "That's not from the way you slept, it's from what you did
 before you slept."

 She blushed a little, then smiled in remembrance.

 "I got most of it on tape, too."

 "Oohhh, Paaull," she moaned. "Would you please stop taping
 me like that?"

 "Nope. In fact, one of the things I'm gonna do today is to
 edit the tapes of you. There's this place you can send
 amateur tapes, and they'll distribute them around the country."

 "Excuse me?" she stared.

 "Yeah, remember that video we got last month with the
 amateurs? We just made one too. I'll send it in and..."

 "Forget it!"

 "Come on. Think of all those thousands and thousands of
 people seeing you jerking off with the vibrator, or
 watching me pounding my cock down your ass and throat."

 "Are you crazy, Paul?"

 "Nope," he grinned.

 "You are not to show those tapes to anyone! Anyone!"

 "Why not?"

 "Why not? You have to ask?!"

 "It'll be kind of a turn-on, won't it?"

 "No! You think I want anyone seeing me like that!?
 Let me the fuck out of this!"

 He unclipped her leash from the back of the bed, then
 sat down beside her and pulled her legs over his lap.
 He put his arm around her waist and slid his hand
 up and down her body.

 "Paul! Untie me!"

 "Remember how you looked in the tape? Remember how
 erotic, how gorgeous you were, how it turned you on,
 made you come just to watch? Can't you imagine all
 those other couples out there watching you like that,
 the men getting hard-ons, the women's pussies getting
 wet?"

 "You're crazy!" she gasped, shaking her head.

 "You don't find that idea exciting?"

 "People would see me!"

 "That's the idea."

 "I mean people who knew me! My God, when I think of what
 they'd think of me if they saw that tape..."

 "Oh, it's not very likely your friends would see you."

 "I'm not taking the chance! Besides, I don't want to
 be walking down the street and have some guy see me
 and remember watching me...masturbating with a vibrator!"

 "It'll add spice to life," he grinned.

 "You are not sending that tape to anyone!"

 "Okay, okay. Maybe I'll just let your brothers see it?
 Will that be okay?"

 "You pervert!"

 He grinned and rubbed her pussy, and her face took on a
 confused look as she looked down.

 "What the..."

 He removed his hand and she stared at her crotch in shock.
 "What the fuck did you do!?" she cried.

 "Doesn't this feel nice?"he smiled, rubbing his hand over
 her bald pussy mound.

 "Holy fuck! When did you do that?"

 "After I took you down from the chains. Well, actually,
 it was after I butt-fucked you."

 "You're disgusting!"

 "You weren't saying that when I was pumping your ass. You
 were groaning and moaning and begging for more."

 He gripped her hair and pulled it gently backwards,
 forcing her back to arch, then pushed his fingers between
 her pussy lips and began rubbing her clitty.

 "How long you think it'll take me to jerk you off?" he
 grinned.

 "Paaaulll!" she groaned. "Dooon't! I...I have to...get...
 to woooork!"

 "I don't think so,"he grinned, sliding two fingers up
 into her fuck tunnel. "I think it's another day as a sex
 toy for you, slutty girl, another day of lewd, filthy
 debauchery and lust.

 "Paaauulll."

 It took two minutes to make her come, then he led her off
 the bed, unclipping her ankle restraints so she could walk.
 He led her, holding her leash, into the kitchen and pulled
 out one of the chairs. She stared at it, then up at him.

 "Sit," he said.

 The chair was wooden, and had a big black dildo sticking
 up out of the center. The rubber toy apparently had a
 suction cup on the base which attached it firmly to the
 chair.

 "Paaull," she protested.

 "Sit, slut."

 She straddled the chair, and eased her pussy against the
 nose of the dildo, then slowly slid her hot, puffy cunt box
 down its length, groaning as it pushed high into her belly.

 He wouldn't unlock her wrists, and carefully fed her piece
 by piece until she was done.

 "I gotta go out for just a little bit," he said.

 "Not more sex toys?" she stared.

 "Maybe," he grinned.

 He had her sit up, sliding her pussy off the dildo. He felt
 the dildo before leading her away and nodded in satisfaction
 at how warm and moist it was.

 He walked her over beneath the hooks, and she saw a really
 long length of chain running through one of the rings.

 "You're not gonna hang me by my wrists again are you?" she
 said. "My shoulders and arms feel like they're already about
 to drop off."

 "I'll be nice. I won't hang you by the wrists. Sit down."

 He sat her on the floor, then squatted next to her and
 locked her ankle restraints together. He locked one end of
 the chain to them, then stood up and pulled on the other
 end of the chain, drawing it tight. He started to pull
 slowly then, and the chain pulled up on Jamie's ankles,
 lifting them, then her legs, then her ass off the floor.

 "Paul!"

 He continued to pull, and she slid along the floor until
 she was directly under the ring. It raised her ass up, then
 her back. Her shoulders slid a little further, then they
 pulled off the floor, and then her head left it as well. He
 pulled her up higher, until her feet were almost touching the
 roof, then locked the end of the chain off on a hook set into
 the wall.

 "See you later," he said cheerfully.

 "Paaaull! Don't you dare leave me here like this!" she
 cried, swinging from side to side.

 "Oh, of course. I forgot," he said.

 He went to the table and picked up the two vibrators, both
 with fresh batteries, then moved behind her. He rubbed
 lubricating oil on each then stood over her and pressed them
 against her pussy and asshole.

 "Paul! No!"

 "Jamie! Yes!"

 "Don't! Let me down!"

 Instead he slowly worked the two vibrators down into her
 cunt slit and asshole, shoving deep, slapping on the bases
 of the dildos until they were flush with her body. Then he
 gave her ass a slap and left.

 Jamie writhed briefly, then went limp, hoping that would
 stop her from swinging and swaying. Her head felt full, with
 the pressure in it growing rapidly. Soon it ached, and her
 entire body felt funny.

 She wondered how long Paul would be gone. Surely he wouldn't
 leave her like this for long? Probably he was just going for
 papers or something. She looked down at the floor a couple
 of feet below, then, with some effort, raised her head and
 looked up the length of her body.

 Her breasts looked strange. In fact, the whole place looked
 strange. Upside down was not her normal perspective.

 She pulled at the wrist restraints, but after a few minutes
 gave that up as hopeless. She decided there was nothing to
 do but relax and...and...enjoy herself.

 Except she didn't want to enjoy herself. The long series of
 orgasms she'd had yesterday while hanging by her wrists was
 exciting...but...it was also an ordeal. the orgasms reached
 a point where her guts ached and her body felt like it was
 shaking apart, where she thought that the next one would
 surely kill her.

 She didn't want orgasm after orgasm. She wanted...wanted...
 what?

 She wasn't sure what she wanted. Nor was she able to think
 very straight the way her head ached and throbbed, and the
 way the vibrators were purring away inside her guts. She
 tried to fight her body, tried to control its responses. She
 wanted to be as rational and balanced as possible when Paul
 returned.

 Unfortunately, the more time passed the harder that became.
 Her hips kept shaking, humping, grinding, all by themselves,
 and it became harder and harder to stop it, to keep herself
 still. Soon her will began to seep away. Her pussy was hot
 and tingling, and her breasts were swollen and tender.

 She gave herself to the pleasure, grunting and humping,
 twisting and shaking on the end of the chain as her body
 erupted in rippling spasms of pleasure. When she came she
 bounced and jerked like a fish on the end of a hook, and
 all her thoughts and cares disappeared into the maw of a
 devouring sexual storm.

 It wasn't her last come either. She lost track of them, and
 lost track of time. When Paul returned she didn't even
 notice him. He got out the camcorder and taped her for a
 little while, then stripped and stood in front of her. He
 pulled her head up, mashing her face into his crotch, then
 fed his cock to her.

 She sucked mindlessly, mewling and moaning around his boner
 as he pumped it slowly in her mouth. He turned her body
 sideways so he wasn't blocking the camera, and placed his
 hands to get the best picture. After a couple of minutes
 of sucking he pulled his cock out and let her head fall,
 then pressed himself between her breasts and crushed them
 together against it.

 He fucked his cock slowly into her cleavage, digging his
 fingers into the soft, sensitive meat as he mashed it to-
 gether. He felt his balls getting ready to blow, and fucked
 harder and harder, then groaned in pleasure as his juices
 spewed out over her tits and dribbled down onto her face.

 He gripped her thick hair and rubbed his cock dry with it,
 then put it back in his pants. He plucked the vibrators
 out of her, then let her back down to the floor. She lay
 there dazed and moaning for long minutes as he unwrapped
 some of the things he'd purchased.

 "Had a nice time baby?" he asked as he squatted next to her.

 "Baasstaard," she groaned.

 "Yeah, maybe. I think maybe you want a bastard sometimes,
 though. Come on. Can you stand yet? I got you something
 nice to wear."

 He unclipped her ankle restraints, then took a key out of
 his pocket and removed the padlocks. He opened the leather
 restraints and took them off, then did the same with her
 wrist restraints.

 She sat up with a groan, rubbing her wrists, then her ankles.
 She ran a hand through her mass of tangled hair, then
 glowered at him.

 "I didn't say I wanted to be a fucking sex toy all day every
 day," she complained.

 "Course not."

 She gave him a scowl and he grinned and ruffled her messy hair.

 "You had a uh, tiring evening last night."

 "Right," she snorted.

 "So I thought it'd be nice for us to stay home today and...
 recover."

 "This is recovering?"

 "Well, I figured we didn't have to recover just yet. We can
 recover later."

 "I want to take a shower," she groaned.

 "Not a bath?"

 "Whichever I take it'll be alone."

 She pulled herself to her feet and staggered into the bed-
 room, then went through it to the bathroom. She decided that
 a relaxing bath was exactly what she wanted, so filled the
 tub with bubbles and the hottest water she could stand, and
 slipped in.

 She basked in the heat, laying her head back with a groan and
 relaxing. Paul brought her an iced tea, then left her alone.

 "Let me know when you're finished," he said.

 She figured he'd bought her some more sexy lingerie and
 wanted to see her in it, but she didn't mind that. Just so
 long as he didn't' make her shake her teeth out again for
 a few hours.

 She washed herself, then her hair, then rinsed off and climbed
 out of the tub. She was gleaming wet and naked, and stared at
 herself in the mirror as she stood there, pushing her hair
 straight back from her forehead. She posed in different posi-
 tions, hands behind her head, facing the mirror, turning from
 it, bending over. She grinned at herself, and at her full,
 trim body.

 Then she grabbed a towel and dried herself, picked up the brush,
 and carefully blow dried her hair, taking her time. She brushed
 it into shimmering silk, then finally opened the door and walked
 out. She grabbed a robe, then hesitated. Why bother? Anyway,
 Paul had something he wanted her to wear.

 "Paaull?" she called.

 "Coming."

 He grinned as he walked into the room, his eyes moving instantly
 up and down her body with obvious appreciation. Jamie straightened
 her back and gave him a sexy smile as he carried a small black
 box over to the dresser and set it down.

 "Okay, pervert, what've you got now?" she snorted.

 "Hey, you watch your tongue, missy, or you're gonna get a spanking."

 He took out a small mass of black lace, then ordered her to
 lift her leg. He held it out and she saw a Y-shaped garment
 that looked about as large as a six year old child's bathing
 suit. She lifted her leg and he stepped into it, then lifted
 her other leg. He pulled it up her body, and helped her pull
 the thing over her shoulders, then turned her to view herself
 in the mirror.

 The thing was almost entirely see-through. The lower part, from
 crotch to belly, was perhaps two inches wide. It split at her
 belly, split in two, with two narrow strips of black lace going
 up across her breasts. These strips too were only a couple of
 inches wide, and though they pulled tight across her breasts,
 they didn't cover much more than her nipples. Cover, of course,
 wasn't really the right word since they were see-through. As
 for the back, it pulled up tight between her buttocks and
 didn't cover much of them either.

 "Just the kind of thing to wear when visitors are coming over,"
 she said sarcastically. "That depends on the visitors," he
 leered, sliding his hand up and down her ass. "If I invited a
 couple of guys over to enjoy my pretty little fuck-toy I'd say
 this is exactly what you'd be wearing.

 She turned and stared at him in surprise, then let him turn
 her around as he reached back into the box.

 The next thing he brought out was not soft lace but hard metal.
 It was a kind of gold plated metal bracelet about an inch wide.
 It parted in the middle, and had, she saw, a little keyhole,
 and a round ring. He snapped it over her wrist and when she
 pulled at it with her other hand it wouldn't come off.

 "There's a bracelet you ain't gonna lose," he laughed.

 "Paul, you're not gonna hang me up and leave me alone again
 are you?"

 "I hadn't planned to, though you seem to find your own amuse-
 ments when I do."

 "Ha, ha," she said, a little annoyed, a little amused.

 He took out another metal bracelet, identical to the first,
 and locked it around her other wrist, then took out two more.
 These were almost identical, but were a bit heavier and a bit
 thicker. He locked these around her ankles. Then, finally,
 or so she thought, he drew out a collar made of the same metal.
 It was about two inches wide, and fit loosely around her
 throat, though not so lose it could get off over her head.

 But then he reached into the box again and brought out a
 length of chain. Actually, it was several lengths of chain,
 and it was gold plated like the bracelets and collar.

 He snapped a short one...about six inches long...to her two
 wrist restraints, locking her wrists together in front of her.
 Then he took another one, this only a couple of inches longer,
 and locked them to her ankle restraints, or shackles as he
 called them. A much longer chain, he managed to attach to the
 other two, locking it to the middle of the chain between her
 wrists, and the middle of the chain between her ankles. It
 was loose enough that she could raise her hands as far as her
 lower chest, but no further.

 Not unless she got down on her knees anyway.

 Which she had a feeling she'd be doing soon.

 Jamie had been getting hotter and hotter since she'd donned
 the slutty black lace thing. The shackles, actual metal
 shackles, were incredibly erotic to her way of thinking, and
 chains were even more so. She turned around and around,
 staring at herself in the mirror, moving her hands just to
 feel the weight of the chains and make them clank.

 "Wow," she breathed.

 "Hot looking little slave girl, aren't you," he breathed,
 sliding his hand up and down her belly.

 "Yeah."

 "And who's your master?"

 "You are, Master," she sighed.

 "A true little slut."

 "Yeah. I'm a slut. I'm a cock hungry little whore," she
 gulped, turning to see herself from behind.

 "And you'll obey your lord and master, won't you? Otherwise
 it's to the dungeon for you."

 He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, though not
 too roughly, and bit down on the front of her exposed throat.
 She groaned in pleasure, especially after raising her hands,
 and finding they wouldn't go that high.

 "This is all the clothes a slut like you needs, baby," he
 said, gripping her arm and giving her a kind of shove towards
 the door.

 And for the rest of the day that was pretty much it. He
 treated her not much different than normally, except for
 more groping and more stroking and caressing, and a lot
 more dirty talking. She did some work on a file she'd
 brought home the previous night, she did some cooking and
 cleaning, and she and Paul watched TV, read books or papers,
 and talked about politics or gossiped about friends.

 But she did it mostly naked, and in the chains.

 There was two other differences, one, she was kind of horny
 all day, and two, whenever she disagreed with him, or he
 caught her trying to stroke her pussy, Paul would give her
 a slap on the ass, or the hip, or once on the breast.

 Also, several times, once when she was washing the dishes,
 once when she was changing the bed linen, and once when they
 were watching TV, he slid his hand in between her legs and
 began to jerk her off, plunging his warm fingers deep into
 her pussy hole and stroking her clitty with his thumb. He
 would work on her until she was panting and moaning, and her
 hips were humping and jerking, then he would stop, and
 forbid her to touch herself.

 Continued in part 8...

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