From suki@fish.com Wed Apr 02 17:47:38 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!newspump.sol.net!newsfeeds.sol.net!uniserve!van-bc!n1van.istar!van.istar!west.istar!news-w.ans.net!newsfeeds.ans.net!rwc_cych!news From: Suki <suki@fish.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: STORY: Blackness (mf, mc, s&m) Date: Wed, 02 Apr 1997 14:47:38 -0800 Organization: None Whatsoever Lines: 46 Message-ID: <3342E20A.4610@fish.com> Reply-To: suki@fish.com NNTP-Posting-Host: cuendillar.rwc.cybercash.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (Win95; U) Blackness by Suki She could not see, due to the blindfold over her eyes. Nor could she move, as that her limbs were streached as far apart as possible and held there by strong, soft restraints. Her mouth was filled by a large rubber-ball gag, allowing her only the slightest of sounds. Her ears were covered by headphones which played soft jazz-primarily piano. She could do nothing, yet she felt everything. Every touch, every breeze, magnified by the loss of her other senses. She hung in the center of the room, tense, the muscles in every part of her body tightening in anticipation. The tention built, and she could feel her nerves getting frayed with the wait. Finally, a touch. A light finger brushing past her breast. Her gasp, as the fingers tightened painfully over the nipple, muffled into the gag. The fingers vanish, and again she hangs waiting. Suddenly a crash, feeling like a paddle against her bottom. She is uncertain as that she can neither see or hear it. The pain spreads like wildfire across her back and down her legs. Again the paddle strikes her. The pain grows as she wiggles in attempt to escape it's reach. It strikes her again and again, until tears run freely from under the blindfold and down her face. Then it stops, and gentle hands untie her. Smoothly, she is carried to the bed. The hands caress her, smoothing her hair, holding her like a child. The gag and headphones are removed, so only the blindfold remains. Slowly, the hands arouse her. Distracting her pain as they skillfully and repeatedly bring her to the edge of orgasm and stop. Finally, they bring her to cresendo, her world swirling violently around her as she cries out her relief. In that moment, everything is gone, the pain, the discomfort, everything. She looses herself to the sensations as the dizziness of exstacy overtakes her. Content, she relaxes, reaching out to stroke her lover in greatfull appreciation.