From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: No More Work (sm, uncons(?))
Date: 31 Mar 1996 21:34:16 GMT

			     No More Work

	It was hard to see as much of Patricia as I wanted. That was
partly because I would never tire of admiring the lovely lady, with
her long legs and fine breasts, but principally because her work
schedule left her so little free time. It seemed such a pity that she
spent so much of her time chained to a computer, which couldn't
appreciate it's good fortune.

	We would have to do something about that.

	The next day I arrived at the lab and played with one of the
terminals until there occurred one of those brief periods when the lab
emptied out except for Patricia, and then I went to her office.

	"Hi," I said.

	She looked up from her monitor. "Hi!" she said brightly, "what
are you doing here?"

	"I came to pick you up."

	She looked a little confused. "Were we supposed to meet today?
I'm sorry, but I'm swamped today and can't go anywhere. Could we
reschedule?"

	"Ahh... in order: No, we weren't; Yes, you could if you wanted
to; and yes I could but I won't," I said, as I bent down and grabbed
her both her arms above the elbows and yanked her out of her chair.

	"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, her eyes
darkening.

	"I think I'm abducting you, Professor Lewis."

	"Oh, I'm sorry, but I just can't play today, I have so much to
do... "

	"It will wait," I said, tightening my grip on her.

	"Let me go," she said, and tried to slide out of my grasp, and
finding that to no avail, began to struggle in earnest.

	"LET ME GO! NOW! STOP THIS! I DON'T WANT TO GO WITH YOU," she
shouted as I started to drag her, squirming and struggling, out of her
office.

	"You're coming with me, Patricia, whether you want to or not,"
I said as I lifted her off her feet. With her feet off the floor and
her arms pinned she couldn't struggle effectively. She could, if she
chose, put a heel where it would a lot of damage, and end the struggle
that way, but I knew she wouldn't be willing to hurt me.

	"At least let me log off," she asked, ever the perfectionist.
I glanced at her screen."It's an inquiry, it'll time out," I said, as
I carried her, struggling and cursing and kicking w/o effect, out of
her office and then out a side exit of the lab, carrying her down the
back steps, and out a little used exit, beside which I had parked a
rented van.

	Putting her down and briefly daring to hold both her arms with
one of mine, I opened the door of the van, and she moved suddenly and
broke free and started to run but she stumbled a little and I managed
to grab her waist length hair before she could build up any velocity,
and pulled her back, entrapping her arms again and pulling her back to
the van over her angry and colorful, but oddly quiet, protests.

	Pushing her into the van, I forced her down on her stomach,
and, keeping a knee pressed into her lower back, snatched a pair of
handcuffs, and letting one of her hands free managed to get the cuffs
on one wrist, then caught her other flailing fist and dragged it down
and locked the other cuff around it.

	I then rolled off her back so I was sitting on the backs of
her legs, and used that leverage to help me bind her legs together
just above the knees, then caught her in mid curse and forced a piece
of foam rubber into her mouth. Wrapping a length of chain around her
head and in her mouth to hold the gag in place, I locked the chain,
then forced her head down and fastened the chain to bolt on the floor
of the van, forcing the sexy and smoldering captive to lay on the
floor of the van as I drove her to her new accommodations.

	I pulled the van into the garage of my house. The playroom was
empty and no one was expected for a few days. Ms. Lewis was familiar
with the playroom, having been there before, though not previously as
a prisoner.

	Putting a leash around her neck, I undid the chain holding
down her head, and pulled her from the van. Out of the van, her feet
on the ground again, Patricia briefly attempted to resist being lead
on the leash, despite having limited use of her legs , but a choker
chain is wonderfully persuasive, and Patricia can be quite pragmatic
at times (such as when she's handcuffed and has a choker chain around
her neck), so she suspended her struggles and followed obediently.

	I always worry when she starts acting meekly submissive, it
usually means she's scheming (her body's devastating, but it's that
brain that's a real killer), but I was reasonably confident that she
couldn't scheme her way out of what I had in mind. Still, I quickly
ran through the plans again in my mind, looking for defects, for she'd
find any that existed.

	"Not this time, dear lady," I thought, satisfied that my plans
were both simple enough and thorough enough to withstand her review.
Too much ambition, too much complexity, too much impatience, had
caused some of my past plans to unravel, but this time I would stay
within myself, keep my efforts simple and clear, and she would have no
way of defeating my plans.

	When I got her in the playroom and locked the door, I could
see that she spotted the changes, and thought I saw some relief in her
eyes that such effort had gone into the playroom, as it made it less
likely she would be taken downstairs to the dungeon.

	"Don't be so certain, dear. I'm going to keep you here for a
long time, and there'll be plenty of time for you to visit the
dungeon," I told her. Which was true, though in fact I had no plans to
move her once I had her in position. One position maintained, with
small variations, throughout the session gave her no chance of escape
once she was in place. It would have to be a good position, though.

	I put my hands on her arms and my leg behind her knees and
forced her to her knees, then pushed down on her stomach and straddled
her hips. The handcuffs she was wearing were foam lined, but still
hard steel, and I wanted a safer cuff on her, as she was going to wear
the cuffs for a very long time.

	I pushed the cuffs up her arms a bit, and wrapped wide leather
cuffs with fur lining around each wrist and locked them, then applied
another lock to keep her wrists together behind her back, and then
removed the first set of handcuffs. Pulling her to her feet, I
attached the cuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and gave it a
few tugs, elevating her arms behind her and making her breasts stand
out even better, which scarcely seemed possible.

	I picked up one of my toys, a knife with a highly polished
eight inch blade with one razor sharp edge. I put the tip of the knife
under her chin, then tilted her head up with the point, before lifting
the knife up so she could see the full length of it. Then I stuck the
blade down the front of her shirt, and cut her knit top from neck to
waist.

	As I was cutting the back and arms of her top to remove it
completely, I told her, "I'll bring you something to wear when you
leave here, but there's no rush, you won't be going anywhere for a
while." She sort of growled at me through the gag, and her eyes were
darkening with anger.

	Putting the blade on alternating sides of her face so I could
turn her face from side to side, I observed her growing rage. Well,
she'd have plenty of time to cool down. Slipping the blade under the
bra strap on her right shoulder, I cut that strap, and then the other
strap, then gently brushed the point of the knife in her cleavage a
bit before slipping the blade behind her bra and separating the cups.

	Pulling the remnants of her bra away, my eyes focused on her
large and lovely breasts. Resting one of them on the side of the
knife, dull edge against her chest, I hefted the one breast while
gently fingering the nipple of the other.

	"You know, Patricia, it's your mind and soul that attracted me
to you, and keep me intrigued, sometimes obsessed, but these beauties
are one hell of a bonus."

	Putting the knife aside, I knelt down to remove her shoes,
then opened her pants and slowly lowered them to her knees, at which
point I untied her legs and pulled her pants down to her ankles and
removed them. I reached up and stroked her panties, getting my hand
between her legs and rubbing softly, then very gradually increased the
friction, until she began squirming. "Not so fast, dear," I told her.
We've all the time in the world, and we're going to go very slowly.
Sliding the knife between her hips and her panties, I cut them away,
leaving her naked. "You look so wonderful, Patricia. But you can look
a little better," I told her, as I got up and put away the knife, and
came back with a pair of very high heeled black pumps in her size, I
put them on the floor by her feet.

	"Put your feet in the shoes, Ms. Lewis," I said, and she just
glared at me. "Come now, Professor, let's be rational about this. I
know you don't want to cooperate. You know how very much I want you in
those shoes. You're chained up in a locked room. You know that I enjoy
inflicting pain. You have to realize that in a little while those
shoes are going to be on your feet, so it's utterly irrational to
resist unless you want to be tortured. Since I know you to be a
rational woman, the only possible conclusion is that you want the
pain. If not, slide your feet into the shoes *now*. No? As I said,
you must want the pain, and who am I to refuse you?"

	Going back to my toy chest, I returned with a bucket of water,
a sponge and a short wood and metal baton. Taking the soaking sponge,
I thoroughly moistened Patricia's breasts, then pushed a button on the
baton causing a low flame to ignite at one end of the baton.

	At the sight of this Patricia's eyes widened and she backed
away from me, but the chain didn't let her move very far. I extended
my right arm and quickly flicked the flame of the baton under her wet
left breast, the flame touching it very briefly, making Patricia
scream into her gag but leaving no burn.

	Then with the sponge in my left hand I re-moistened her
breasts, then flicked the flaming baton under her right nipple, making
her squeal and jump. "I can do this all day, Patricia my pet, I just
love to hear you squeal and watch your tits ripple when you jump. Now
do you want to reconsider the shoes?" In reply she nodded yes, and I
backed up a bit and made a quick gesture in their direction, and
Patricia stepped up and stepped into the shoes. As I said, she can be
quite reasonable at times.

	"Now spread your legs, dear," I ordered. She glared at me
again, but I raised the baton slightly and smiled, and her long legs
began to slide apart. "A bit further, dear. A little further. That's
good," I told her when her legs were uncomfortably spread, then knelt
and applied leather cuffs to her ankles, and fastened the chains
leading to the cuffs to "O" rings in the floor so she couldn't move
her legs any closer together. Stepping a few feet behind her to get a
better look at her nicely shod and nicely stretched legs, I remarked
"those legs are quite a bonus, too."

	Then I took the chain connected to her wrist restraints and
gave it a few more tugs, till she was bent to the waist, her beautiful
breasts dangling deliciously. "You see, dear, sometimes gravity is a
woman's friend." Approaching her, I reached down and softly squeezed
and fondled her breasts, then unlocked the chain encircling her head.

	"I know you don't care for the taste of that foam in your
mouth, and now that you're in a soundproofed room, I'd rather like to
hear you scream and moan. But I don't plan to have any discussions
with you, so I'm going to replace the gag," I told her as I extract
the foam and quickly pulled a scarf into her mouth, pulling it back
tightly so it dug into the corners of her mouth.

	"I intend to enjoy the sounds of pleasure and pain you're
going to be making. But I don't intend to take any chances that your
clever mind might find a way for you to talk your way out of this.
You're smart and eloquent and have a wonderfully twisted imagination,
but none of that matters today, for today isn't about Patricia Lewis,
it's about a lovely blonde female who is presently in my possession,
and is going to stay in my possession until I've sated my need for
her, which means you are going to be here for quite some time. As you
have doubtless determined, your consent, or lack thereof, is not going
be a concern."

	While I gathered up Patricia's long blonde hair and tied it to
a rope hanging from the ceiling, getting it off her back so it
wouldn't interfere with any floggings I would be administering, and in
the process pulling her head back so she was facing forwards, not
downwards, I told her, "I'm sure you see the advantages of this
position, Professor. Your mouth and pussy and anus are all available
for use, and your tits and ass are available for abuse.

	"Of course, it is more than a little uncomfortable, and will
become more so as the hours drag on without you being able to move,
but I felt that trading your comfort for a really secure bondage that
I wouldn't have to alter to get access to any of your bits was a good
exchange. I don't expect you to agree, it would take a really big
woman to see the utility of this position while she was in it - though
come to think of it," I said as I fondled her right breast again, "you
are a really 'big' woman. I'm sure you'd see it if it were any other
woman chained as you are now."

	"As for what you can see, with your head elevated like this
you can see all the toys on the table across from you. It's going to
be a long time before my lust for you is really sated.

	"When I see someone as infrequently as I see you, "I come and
you're gone" just won't do. But I'm not unsympathetic about how
uncomfortable this position will be for you, and I promise to keep you
distracted during my, shall we say, 'down time'. I'm sure some of
these will help. Especially this one," I said as I picked up a dildo
bigger than the organ of most stallions and rubbed it's head across
her face, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it a lot. We're going to have lots
of fun. But let's not rush things. That's why I brought you here,
after all, so we can take our time. I'm going to go take a long cold
shower so I can give you the slow, patient treatment you deserve. I'll
be back. You can just hang out and get uncomfortable."

	As I left Patricia, she had plenty to say about my plan, but
with the scarf in her mouth I couldn't make out the words. But we'd
have plenty of time to talk - afterwards.

	I left Patricia alone for a time to allow her anger to cool
and her body to stiffen, watching over her from one of the playroom's
hidden observation spots. The discomfort wouldn't make her that much
easier to deal with, though every little bit helps; I just like seeing
her suffer. I had other ideas about how to make her more cooperative.

	When she seemed ready, it was time to put them to the test.

	I just circled my lovely captive for a while, admiring her
mass of golden hair, her long legs, her wonderful figure, and the way
that her efforts to follow me with her eyes and glare at me made her
pendulous breasts sway. They were just too irresistible (though I
wasn't going to let her know that), so I nonchalantly approached her,
and began idly stroking her breasts, which have a delightful duality
about them, being both large and very sensitive. I stroked them with
my fingertips, softly and slowly, encircling the base of her left
breast and then slowly spiraling towards her nipple, while my left
index finger made repeated plus signs on her right nipple, gently
sliding back and forth and up and down across her stiffening teat.
Squatting before her as I was, my face was almost in hers and I could
see the anger and defiance struggling with the pleasure and
excitement.

	While continuing to play with her breasts, I started softly
kissing her, first on each cheek and then her lips, which the scarf
penetrated but didn't cover.

	Then, wanting to be certain I didn't miss anything, I started
on the upper left corner of her forehead and began moving back and
forth across her face till I was sure no spot had escaped my
attention, then moved to her right ear, kissing it and tickling it
with the tip of my tongue, then moving down her neck. It was a bit
awkward to kiss her throat while positioned as we were, so I only
kissed her ten or twelve times as I crossed it and made my way up the
other side of her neck to her left ear.

	At this point I realized pulling her head back like this did
have some disadvantages, and had to stop my breast play while I
loosened the rope holding her hair. I pushed her head down and brushed
her hair to one side so I could kiss the back of her neck. Covering it
thoroughly, I started moving down her spine.The position became
awkward again, so I stood behind her, as close to her buttocks as I
could get without increasing the pressure on her raised arms, and
leaned forwards and began slowly kissing her along the length of her
spine.

	As I've always believed that idle hands do the devil no good,
I put mine back to work, reaching under her to gently caress her
breasts, slowly increasing the pressure from a caress to a fondle.
This was too much fun to stop, so when I got to the base of Patricia's
spine I started back up it's length, kissing her a bit harder this
time as my hands grew more active on her breasts, which I was now
alternately rubbing and squeezing.

	Judging by the movement of Patricia's hips and the wetness I
felt on my pants that I knew I was not responsible for, my lovely
guest was getting something out of the experience. On the second
journey of my lips down her spine I let my hands wander over her
stomach and flanks and down her hips to her soft, smooth thighs, then
back up to her ass cheeks as I stopped my tour of her spine and rubbed
her ass for a minute or so before spreading her cheeks and tickling
her anus with the tip of my tongue, which produced a nice shudder.

	I kept this up for a little longer, while my hands gripped her
long legs at the thigh and moved down to her ankles, pausing briefly
to squeeze her knees, then my fingertips began moving up the back of
her legs, which tried to move but couldn't. Kneeling behind her, I
had such a lovely, close view of her thighs and derriere, and by
shifting just slightly could see the blonde tresses cascading over her
shoulder and nearly touching the floor and her beautiful breasts
dangling not quite so far, but still quite impressively, and I was
struck again by her loveliness, not that it was a fact ever far from
my mind.

	"Have I told you recently, Professor Lewis, how beautiful you
are? No, I don't think so, we haven't seen enough of each other.I'd
like to tell you what a wonderful example of feminine beauty you are
each time I see you or speak to you, but I fear you'd become bored
hearing it, or think it indicated some unhealthy obsession on my part.
I certainly wouldn't want you to think I was obsessive about, or
possessive of you, my dear lady."

	I couldn't quite make out the sound that she made then, but it
seemed somewhat exasperated. "Well, since I've got your full attention
today, let me take this opportunity to tell you that you are the
smartest, sweetest, most lovely, and most wicked woman I have ever
met, and the best thing that ever happened to me. I probably haven't
told you recently that I love you, either. I probably won't tell you
that very often; it isn't an easy thing to say that with feeling. But
right now I'm feeling secure enough - and I've certainly got you
secured enough -," I added with a short laugh, "to tell you that, yes,
I do love you, Patricia. I expect to spend forever loving you. And
there's probably going to be a few eons spent making love to you
before I free you from these bonds."

	"But enough of what I feel. Today is about what you will feel,
my love. This will include plenty of pain; that seems only fair,
you've been making me ache and ruining my sleep for the longest time.
But we'll start with pleasure," I said as I stroked her pussy, then
gently slid one wet finger into her wet pussy, sliding it slowly in
and out, then inserting a second finger, increasing the pace slowly.

	I could see Patricia's head moving and hear her soft moans,
and I spread her pussy lips and fingered her clit and she jerked a few
times, and began moving her hips. I let my fingers rest on her clit
and let her pleasure herself by moving it across them for a couple
minutes, then put my mouth to her pussy and began licking her and I
could feel a tremor pass through her. I kept licking her, working the
tip of my tongue over her clit, loving the way she squirmed and
moaned, and I could hear the chains rattling as she vainly tugged at
her wrist restraints, trying desperately to free her hands and put
them to work.

	But I was calling this tune, and it would be a slow dance. I
kept up the oral stimulation a little longer, then stopped and stood
back from her, and while she kept squealing and squirming the
motivation had changed from excitement to frustration. "You want some
more stimulation, dear?" I asked, and the blonde head bobbed up and
down while she grunted into the gag. I pulled the rope to her hair
taut again, and tied it, forcing her to face front again, and then I
slapped her left ass-cheek, not too hard, but hard enough to come as a
shock, and continued to slap her ass, alternating cheeks and switching
hands, doing my best to vary the rhythm so she wouldn't know when or
where the next stroke would fall, but keeping a slow, though not
steady, upward pattern in the force and frequency of the slaps. I
stopped periodically to gently rub her ass with one hand while
fingering her pussy with the other, loving the growing heat of both
parts of my beloved.

	I would have liked to have kept this up longer, but, after
all, one reason for abducting Patricia was that I hadn't been with her
in so long, and I just couldn't stand any longer what she was doing to
me, and I thrust my rigid, throbbing cock into her wet vagina as I
grasped her hips and pulled them back to me, then let my hands stroke
her sides and back as she took over the movement of her hips and I
grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard as I started slapping her
buttocks in a new way, humping and thrusting and hoping desperately
that I could hold off until she came but it wasn't to be today and I
grunted and spasmed as I came, pumping my accumulated frustration into
her in several quick shots.

	When done, I dropped down to my knees, more from the weakness
in my legs than from conscious decision, but I got my mouth to her
pussy quickly enough to make it seem like it was planned, and plunged
in, eating her with more desperate energy than with skill or
enthusiasm, but at this point she didn't really need my skill or
enthusiasm, she just needed my flesh moving on hers, and I kept it up
as her grunts grew in tempo and volume until she spasmed and shuddered
and slumped and I caught her in my arms and held her in place till I
could release her wrists from the overhead chain, and lower her to her
knees, and kneeling alongside her I hugged her and stroked her and
kissed her cheeks.

	I left her on her knees for a moment as I darted away to
retrieve a thick sleeping bag, and returning to her, grasped her about
the waist and lifted her up until I could spread it before her and
gently lay her upon it, and I lay alongside her with one arm across
her shoulders and my hand by her head as I kissed her and gently ran
my fingertips across her temple, then we both rested, while I waited
for the not entirely welcome return of my desire.