From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Tied To Mozart (MF, bond)
Date: 24 Jan 1996 00:02:15 GMT

			   Tied To Mozart

	You are tied securely out in the middle of the woods: your
ankles are tied to trees, forcing your legs to be spread wide open
while your arms have been pulled over your head and tied to a tree
behind you. Your are helplessly stretched upon the ground with a soft
blanket the only thing between your back and the wet, moist earth of
the forest. There is a soft pillow beneath your ass that raises your
pelvis for better access to both of your holes. I have placed soft
foam pads over your eyes held in place by a leather belt wrapped
tightly around your head. But vision isn't the only sense you have no
control over. I have also placed the headphones from my portable CD
player into your ears. The sounds that come forth block all of the
woodland noises from your ears.

	You just lie there, listening to Mozart's Jupiter symphony and
wondering when I will return.

	I have been practicing a sweet torture upon your body and
mind. You have been here, in this position, since the sun rose.

	When I first tied you I just left and let you wonder. With the
music playing you didn't hear me come back. But you knew that I had
returned because you felt a wet tongue start to lap at the lips of
your shaven pussy. That was all you felt. I touched no other part of
your beautiful body. I let my tongue dip into your hole and every now
and then it would slide up to your erect clit.

	I continued to lick at your juicy cunt while I watched your
pelvis start to rock and twist before my eyes. You pushed at my face
with your cunt, straining to feel more of my face and tongue as I
slowly worked you up to an orgasm. From long experience with your
precious body, I knew that you were approaching orgasm. So I stopped
and pulled away from your frantic cunt. You could only lay there and
moan, begging for release. You didn't know that you were hours away
from orgasm.

	At this moment the CD ended. Without a word, I replaced Mozart
with the first three of Bach's Brandenburg concertos. As the music
started, I left you again. I planned to return when there was about
fifteen minutes of music left.

	I returned and knelt next to your chest, making sure that you
felt nothing until you felt my teeth gently nibble at your left
nipple. I held it softly between my teeth while my tongue licked at
the hardening flesh held between my front teeth. I released your
nipple and sucked at it with my lips, drawing your sensitive flesh
into my mouth. I licked the flesh around your nipple for a few
moments, teasing it into a more excited state. I repeated this same
procedure with your other nipple, always making sure that I never
touched any other part of your body with my own.

	Your breasts have always been very sensitive, and my teasing
tongue was drawing the expected response from your hungry body.

	After fifteen minutes of this attention you were eagerly
moaning for release. But there was still plenty of sunlight left and a
few more classical CDs left in my pack.

	When the third concerto came to a close, I replaced it with
the last three concertos and left again.

	Once again I returned and closely watched your beautiful body.
Your head was nodding to the music. I knew that the last concerto was
your favorite and watched as you enjoyed the music.

	By this time, the sun had risen a little higher in the sky and
a few scattered beams of warm light broke through the forest canopy to
fall upon your body. You were wonderfully relaxed, enjoying the music
and feeling the sun warm your soft, tanned skin.

	You had spent a lot of time tied in this position, so I
decided to ease the muscles which were starting to feel a little
uncomfortable. The next thing you felt was the touch of my strong
hands massaging your legs. I started by firmly caressing your feet and
lower legs. I massaged you gently, yet firmly, bringing new life and
blood into your immobile legs. I gradually worked my way up your legs,
rubbing and massaging the firm flesh of your exquisite thighs. I was
careful to avoid accidentally touching your pussy. I did the same to
your other leg and then went to work on your stretched arms. You had
been left alone for so long that this massage started to arouse you. I
couldn't contain my desires and let my hands wander down to your
breasts. I gently squeezed them with both hands, avoiding your
nipples. I stopped my massage after fifteen minutes as I knew that the
final concerto was coming to its end.

	I replaced this CD with more Bach: the concertos in D minor
and E. These were shorter, so the time you spent alone was less. Once
again, you lie there wondering when I would return and what would
happen next. You were starting to tire from the sexual arousal and its
frustrating end without the release of orgasm.

	You only wanted one thing now: to come and drench the blanket
beneath you with your musky juices.

	I returned just as the last concerto ended. You were confused.
I had been returning before the music ended and working on your eager
body with my tongue or hands. You were disappointed when I failed to
return before the end of the concerto in E and started to feel a
little fear and wondered, "What if something has happened to him? What
will happen to me?" I stood by and watched as you tested the bonds,
trying to break loose. But it was no use. You could do nothing to
escape.

	I knelt and replaced the spent CD with the Four Seasons by
Vivaldi. This time I would not leave and return before its end.

	This CD would run about forty minutes and I was going to
fulfill your desires through the course of it. As the sounds started
coming into your ears, I knelt down once again and started to bathe
your pussy with my hot tongue. It only took a few minutes to get you
hot and moaning this time. I stopped when I felt your orgasm approach
and listened to you moan with frustration. After a few minutes, I went
to work on your breasts: licking your nipples and sucking on them
gently. This time I let my hand slide down to your pussy and rubbed
your clit softly with my index finger. I slid my middle finger deep
into your quaking cunt and felt you tighten around the intruder. You
were quickly approaching orgasm, so I stopped once again. By now you
were breathing very heavily, craving release. You struggled against
the bonds that held you secure.

	You next felt my tongue licking the wrinkled flesh around your
anus. I licked the juices that had dripped down from your wet cunt and
slid my tongue back to your pussy to lick at your puffy lips while I
slid my middle finger in and out of your ass.

	By now, the CD was into the middle of the third concerto,
Autumn.

	I could restrain myself no longer. I stopped my work on your
feverish body and stood to remove my pants. My cock was rock hard and
eager for the feel of your pussy. I lie down over your quivering body
and guided my stiff dick into your aching cunt.

	You moaned with pleasure as you knew that you would finally
get the release you had been desperately seeking. I pumped in and out,
my hands reaching for your breasts and squeezing them roughly. I
pinched your hard nipples and my mouth found yours as I continued to
slide in and out of your clasping cunt.

	I felt like I was about to come, and to prolong my pleasure
and further frustrate yours, I pulled out momentarily. I gave myself a
minute and re-entered you. There were only a few minutes left in the
final concerto, Winter. I rammed myself into you, hard and deep. I
felt a violent orgasm rage through your body and then I finally
erupted inside you. I kept pushing myself in while we both came to the
final moments of the concerto. When it was finally over, we lay there
exhausted. I removed the blindfold from your eyes and the headphones
from your ears. You squinted in the sudden light, but there was a very
satisfied look on your face. I untied you and we lay there on the
ground, nestled in each others arms.