From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Little Restraint by AK (F, bdsm, slut)
Date: 19 Oct 1996 15:53:12 GMT

		     A Little Restraint, Please!
				  by
			    Angela Kramer

	My own style is soft and slow and tender with someone I trust
completely, someone who has the personal security to respond to my
sexual vulnerability in moments of passion but allows me my integrity
and dignity once the ropes are off. My lovers are as proud to take me
to the theater as they are to share my bed.

	At twenty-six, I think of myself as a moderately experienced
woman who enjoys many forms and variations of sex. But my greatest
turn-on is restraint - far above anything else.

	I do not know when or why my desire for sexual restraint
became so strong but it was an unconscious need as far back as I can
remember. Unfortunately, the boys I dated in college were not
experienced enough to understand my passion, and my overt hints merely
left them confused and me embarrassed.

	On weekend dates, I can still recall, I would stretch out on
the rear seat of a car, grab the window and door handles and pretend
that my hands were pinioned. I would moan and twist as though trying
to free myself from imaginary bonds, all the while whispering hoarsely
that my date could do whatever he wanted with me. My little act caused
more than one erection to subside, my boxer-shorted lovers scared
silly by the thought that they had a "nympho" on their hands.

	Or, if the prospective lover were a bit more brazen, he would
take my mutterings literally and jump right in like he had to get it
before I changed my mind. Then I got a frenzied banging that left me
sore and unsatisfied. I got through those years mostly on my own
sexual fantasies. My mind was the best lover I had.

	Then, shortly after graduating from college, I was in a two-
car accident in which, fortunately, I was not seriously hurt, just
some bumps and bruises. I was pinned inside my car for about fifteen
minutes before a rescue squad was able to force a door and pull me
out. I was well recovered from any shock even before the ambulance
arrived but the attendants insisted on strapping me onto a stretcher
and taking me to a hospital for x-rays.

	It was a deliciously exciting ride despite my soreness. I was
draped in a clean white sheet, and leather straps were lashed over my
legs, chest and arms. I literally could not move. I could turn my head
to one side and see people and buildings whiz past the ambulance
window as a young curly headed attendant dressed in a starched white
uniform talked softly to me and stroked my forehead and arms.

	It suddenly struck me that I was actually living the elusive
fantasy that I had pursued for so many years. The realization came
like a slap in the face. My breath went short and my body caught fire.
I could feel the heat radiating under the sheet, and I started to
sweat.

	My juices were starting to flow and I felt my pussy getting
wet and agitated. My first thought was to ask the attendant to rub it
for me. Here I was supposedly just snatched from the jaws of death,
but instead of being frightened I was as hot as a sixteen year-old
thumbing through her first issue of Penthouse! It struck me as a
little unseemly, but I was too enthralled in my own fantasy to let
such an opportunity pass.

	Taking warmly to my role as victim, I began to moan softly and
to roll my head from side to side, inspired by the heat between my
legs. My attendant, a muscular man with dark, hairy arms, bent
closely over me and tried to soothe me. His eyes were full of concern
and sympathy as he tried to reassure me, obviously thinking I was in
pain from the accident.

	The more he whispered and rubbed my shoulders with his strong
hands the louder I groaned and the more I writhed. His hairy arms
brushed my face as he tried to shift my head and fluff the pillow
beneath it.

	He apparently decided I was going to faint and placed an
oxygen mask over my face and fed me a low volume of the air. The mask
added to the in tense sensation of being bound. I could hear the
exaggerated sound of my breathing despite the siren and the rush of
traffic. I tried to move my arms and legs and experienced a lovely,
vulnerable feeling of being totally restricted and at the mercy of
this masculine angel who hovered over my every breath. He continued to
talk softly all the way to the hospital while pressing a damp cloth to
my forehead and cheeks. If only he could know what I really was
thinking and feeling.

	I certainly was disappointed when we finally arrived at the
hospital. I could have ridden another hour, or all day, in that very
mellow sexual state. I had been floating in a dream world without time
or movement. I was so aroused that one touch would have brought me to
orgasm.

	As the ambulance attendants registered me into the emergency
room I asked my dark. hairy angel for pencil and paper. I wrote my
address and telephone number and told him to call me. "I would like to
thank you properly for being so nice to me," I told him.

	I was perpetually horny for the following two days, wondering
if Glenn would use my number. I fantasized a dozen times about how I
would handle the meeting and would masturbate before going to sleep,
thinking about the ambulance ride. I had found what I wanted -needed-
it was just a matter of putting it together.

				* * *

	Glenn called two nights later. We made small talk over the
telephone. He wanted to know how I was feeling and finally asked
whether I was serious about my appreciation for his services. He was
feeling me out, testing my reaction, probably deciding whether he
should waste his time.

	"Absolutely," I beamed, starting to tingle already. He
promised to see me that evening after work.

	I had prepared my bedroom the very day I came home from the
hospital: clean white sheets and straps of white sheeting tied to each
side of the bed. I was determined to imitate as closely as possible
the atmosphere of the ambulance. I had even bought a set of sheer
white bikini panties, bra and shortie gown.

	Glenn came directly from work in his starched white uniform
and soft white shoes. He even smelled of the hospital - that
antiseptic smell.

	He was surprised to see me in my see-through nightie and stood
back from the door with his mouth slightly open to get a full view. My
full bosom was pushing out of the flimsy material and my nipples were
standing taut. I pulled him into the apartment, locked the door behind
us, told him how grateful I was for his attention the day of the
accident and then gave him a long, deep, wet kiss.

	He pulled me into his groin, his hands grabbing and massaging
the fleshy cheeks of my bikini- covered ass. I felt his cock go hard
against the flat of my stomach. I pushed away and led him into the
bedroom.

	"Glenn, strap me down the way you did in the ambulance," I
purred in my sexiest voice.

	He broke into a wide grin and said, "Sure." He seemed to
understand exactly where my head was.

	I lay on the bed while he used the linen straps to tie down my
legs and chest. He watched me hungrily the whole time, and I could see
a wet spot forming on the front of his trousers. He was getting into
the scene with no problems.

	"Take off your clothes," I begged when he had me tied securely
to the bed. He stripped to his white jockey shorts, revealing a broad,
hairy chest and muscular legs. His cock strained against his shorts.

	"Please be gentle," I pleaded.

	He started kissing my legs and ankles, his strong hands
rubbing the insides of my thighs. I was dripping wet.

	He moved up my legs with his mouth and tongue to my thighs and
over my mound. I was writhing and moaning by the time he reached my
stomach. He ran his wet tongue around my breasts, just brushing my
nipples with his nose and upper lip.

	Even as I struggled to free my legs and arms I knew it was
hopeless. Delicious struggle! He kissed my neck and all over my face
and then tongued my mouth, pulling his tongue in and out of my mouth
like it was his hard cock.

	Little squeals of passion erupted from me as he tugged at my
hair and cupped my face in his hands to kiss me deeply. My pussy was
on fire and my nipples ached for attention. This man needed no
instruction.

	Glenn pulled away to take off his shorts, showing me his huge,
puffed up cock. He lowered himself toward me with one knee on the bed
and began rubbing the purple head of his cock over my lips.

	"You are helpless, lady," he panted. "I can do whatever I
wish with you."

	"Yes, yes," I moaned. "do what ever you wish. "

	I opened my mouth and, guiding his cock with his hand, he
eased it into my mouth. He pumped back and forth, fucking my mouth
like he would a pussy, while he rubbed his hand over my face and over
his balls. Glenn was enjoying himself. I desperately wanted to reach
up and fondle his cock and balls. but my arms could not move under the
straps, and I lay still.

	Suddenly he reached down with both hands and tore one side of
my panties away. Inserting his fingers into my sopping opening, he
rubbed them around inside me. I gasped and arched my pelvis. He
withdrew his dripping hand and softly rubbed my juices into my face
and across my lips. The smell and wetness of my sex made me even more
excited. I ran my tongue out and over his hand and fingers, sucking my
juices off each one.

	Glenn reached again to my aching crotch, thrust his hand up
inside me and again rubbed the wetness in my face and mouth, this time
kissing me with his fingers still in my mouth so that we both were
licking my sex from his fingers. He then moved to the end of the bed,
bent over and buried his face between my legs, licking the in sides of
my thighs and the inner lips of my pussy. He ran his tongue slowly
over my clit and flicked it gently.

	Secreting like an oil leak, thrusting my pussy up at his face
and making little cries of delight. my face was contorted with
pleasure/pain. Glenn licked and sucked, spread the lips of my pussy
with his fingers and lapped my juices like a cat at a bowl of milk.

	I came with a huge shudder, thrashing about under the straps.
My lover then leaned over my face with his cock and let me lick it
until it was dripping wet. Then he lay on top of me and slowly pushed
the hardness of his cock up inside me until I almost gagged.

	His slow, deliberate thrusts quickly gave way to wild,
abandoned lunges as he banged away at my pussy. When he started to
come he pulled out and slid himself on his knees over my face and
jerked himself off, his come spurting over my face and mouth. When he
finished coming he pushed his cock into my mouth again. and I sucked
the remaining semen from him.

	He finally stood. trembling. and released the straps from
around me, looking a little sheepish, as if he had taken unfair
advantage. I sat up, feeling completely sexually satisfied for the
first time in my life, and gave him a long, deep kiss.

	We moved into the living room and sat for a long time over
drinks and talked about sex and bondage and what we both liked. I
explained to Glenn my lifelong fantasy of sexual restraint, and he
understood my needs perfectly and was very aroused by them. Obviously.
We spent the following few weeks getting to know each other and
experimenting with sex. Then one evening Glenn asked how I would feel
about him bringing along a friend. I was surprised, maybe a little
shocked at first, because I had never done a three-some; I was very
happy with the situation as it was. But the more we talked about it,
the more the idea appealed to me. I finally agreed to try it although
I was nervous about taking on two men at once, simply because I had
never done it before, and maybe because it seemed a little far out. My
anxiety turned out to be totally unfounded.

	Mark was Glenn's exact physical opposite, blond, tall and
lean, a young Adonis. I became so excited at the sight of him that my
nervousness vanished.

	Mark made things very easy. He.was so relaxed and casual, I
decided he had done threesomes before. Probably with Glenn. He sat
near me on the sofa, grinning broadly and flattering me no end. I was
dressed in tight denim shorts that exposed the cheeks of my ass and a
tight tank top that hugged my ample bosom closely.

	We sat for a few minutes over drinks and talked about
accidents and emergencies. It became obvious that Mark and Glenn had
talked about the evening before arriving. Suddenly, Glenn said, "Let's
put you back in the ambulance." That was our cue. I giggled and made
for the bedroom where my bed was still out fitted with straps of torn
sheeting. I lay across the bed, stretched my arms over my head and
said, "Take me to the hospital."

	Both guys went to work, expertly strapping my legs and chest
and arms with the sheeting. Mark worked over my chest and I could feel
his eyes devour my ripe body. I felt Glenn kissing my legs as Mark ran
his hands over my stomach and breasts. Mark was kneeling beside the
bed watching Glenn begin his journey toward my pussy. As Glenn inched
his way up my thighs, Mark pushed his tongue through my lips, deep
into my mouth. He kneaded my nipples through the fabric of the tank
top.

	I heard the zipper of my shorts being lowered as Glenn began
working his face into my crotch. As he did so Mark moved around to
kneel over my face and pinion my shoulders to the bed. I could feel
him watching Glenn as Glenn pulled my shorts over my bare ass and
plunged his face into my hairy mound. Mark was so intent watching
Glenn diving into my pussy that he merely held me down and momentarily
forgot about my heaving breasts.

	Glenn worked like an expert, slithering his tongue deep inside
me and then up over my clit. I was pushing my pelvis at his face and
had almost forgotten Mark until I felt him pulling my tank top over my
breasts and going at them like they were ice cream.

	I could feel tongues all over me, Glenn's licking my thighs
and pussy and Mark's slurping at my breasts. I felt the heat boiling
in my stomach as I humped my way to orgasm, my ass bumping up and off
the bed. I came violently into Glenn's face.

	I settled onto the bed in a sweet, dazed post-coital slump,
and I could feel Mark and Glenn changing positions, their arousal at
fever pitch since neither had ejaculated. Both removed their trousers,
shoes and socks. Mark climbed over me again, his knees on either side
of my head, his balls dangling over my face. I felt Glenn push his
huge cock into my steaming pussy.

	My tongue hot and wet, I went for Mark's balls, pulling first
one and then the other into my mouth, sucking and licking as he moaned
and rolled his hips. Glenn was banging away like crazy, and I was
arching up to him. My tongue kept sliding from Mark's balls into the
crevice that led to his asshole.

	Glenn shot his load with a yelp of anguish and thrust himself
into me violently, whimpering like a child as he milked the last of
his semen. He then kneeled over on the bed beside me, panting like a
winded race horse.

	Now it was Mark's turn to take charge. He began by untying the
straps around my arms and legs, taking off my clothing, turning me
onto my stomach and re-tying my hands behind my back. He pulled me
onto my knees so that my bare ass was hiked into the air. My shoulders
were pushing into the mattress, my face turned to one side. I could
see Glenn watching Mark's maneuvers with renewed interest.

	Mark moved in behind me on his knees and began rubbing his
prick around the wet lips of my pussy. Occasionally I would hear him
suck on his fingers and then feel him slide them around my asshole,
getting it slippery wet. Mark eased his cock into my pussy and his
small finger into my loose ass, working both his cock and his finger
slowly, neither one very deep, just enough to tease me.

	Feeling both orifices crammed with cock made me want to be
fucked hard and fast in both places. The frustration of my bound arms
increased my passion. I tried to push back against Mark's cock, but he
just leaned back a little and let me moan and beg for him to fuck me.

	Glenn had become half hard watching Mark working at my fleshy
cheeks. He slid himself over to me, lying on his side, until his
growing erection was touching my lips. I kissed the head, ran my
tongue around it and tried to suck it into my mouth. He held back,
however, imitating Mark, letting me feel the delicious helplessness of
my bondage. As I kissed and licked Glenn's cock, I could feel Mark
watching me. I suddenly felt they were getting off on each other as
much as they were turning on to me.

	Mark started to go deep inside me with both his cock and his
finger. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the incredible feeling
that I was totally at the mercy of these two men who could do whatever
they wanted with my body.

	My moans inspired Mark to plunge deeper and harder. I could
feel the cheeks of my ass as they slapped against his hard, flat
stomach. I had almost forgotten Glenn's cock until he reminded me with
a thrust of his own that sent it deep into my mouth. I started to suck
it firmly, trying to keep in rhythm with Mark's lunges into my
backside.

	Mark was reaching his height, riding me furiously, his fingers
digging into my cheeks and pulling my ass toward him as he reamed me
with his cock. He suddenly pulled out, and I felt him direct the head
of his stone hard penis to the tingling skin around my asshole.

	Surprisingly the head slipped in easily. My ass was loose and
wet and ready. Mark held still for a moment to measure my reception
and then eased his throbbing shaft farther and farther, inching it
slowly as I gasped in unexpected ecstasy while he filled me with his
rod.

	The sensation of Mark's cock up my ass held my complete
attention. Glenn's cock had fallen out of my mouth, and I was vaguely
aware of his jerking himself off near my face. Mark pushed and pulled
slowly, seemingly aware of the total control he had over me. I could
sense his going into his orgasm, making guttural sounds deep in his
throat, his rhythm speeding up.

	My ass was burning like someone had applied hot coals. Then he
lost control and started thrusting in me without mercy, pushing his
cock as deep as it would go and bucking wildly. I heard him cry out as
his hot come shot into my ass and felt myself start to come the moment
I felt Glenn's load spurt into my face.

	The three of us collapsed into a writhing mass of jerking
flesh uttering unintelligible sounds of animal-like squeals and cries.
Mark fell on top of me, absently untied my arms and rolled off to one
side. We lapsed into an exhausted sleep.

	We awoke with a case of the giggles. Both Mark and Glenn
tousled my hair and roughed me around a bit on the bed. We finally got
up and made drinks and talked about the sexual sparks we had made fly.
We all agreed that it was too right, too absolutely sexy, to forget.

	I now have Mark and Glenn as steady lovers, sometimes
separately but usually together. They are both free and easy with me
and with each other. My restraint fantasies have been stretched to
innumerable situations: ropes, chains, leather; bent over the sofa;
strapped spread-eagled to the bed; even lashed against the wall.

	Glenn and Mark are careful never to hurt me, always gentle
because they realize they have me in their complete control. And
because of that, I am able to give myself totally to their wildest
desires to shackle and bind me. It is a loving and intense sexual
relationship that I hope will continue forever.