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My Custom Made Leather Accessories

Part 4


I apologize for the duplication of part two. Id sent it in but it wasnt posted on the website for quite some time, so I resubmitted it just as the site manager posted it, along with the second submission. This is the actual part three.  -  Shackleford Bond

My Custom Made Leather Accessories


                               Part 3

               

CH 11


In the morning JR allowed me to remain free for an hour after breakfast. I spent half that time doing stretching exercises and the rest in a long hot soak in the tub. Then it was back to bondage. JR walked into the bathroom just as I climbed out of the tub. He grasped my hands, tied my wrists together then toweled me dry, making sure that he got all those nice private nooks and crannies. My face was bright pink by the time he finished and I hoped he might go just a little further but he stuck to his vow of no sex.

JR told me that I was going to spend four hours on the X cross.

“I can set it up in the family room if youd like some light,” he said.

“Id rather be in my little dungeon in the basement,” I told him.

“Hah, you just want your little phantom kitten to come back,” he said.

“Well, at least he gives me attention,” I said. “He hasnt lost interest in my breasts.”

“Keep talking like that and you might spend another day in ropes.”

“Ooh, is that a promise?”


JR strapped me to the cross and it felt wonderful, and he only strapped my wrists and ankles so I was free to wiggle around. I thought he was being nice, especially when he placed a crotch rope between the lips of my pussy. That felt very good.

He put a fresh gag in my mouth (the one Id worn yesterday was ruined, Id almost chewed the rubber ball to pieces), and put a blindfold over my eyes.

I felt him doing something with my crotch rope but wasnt sure what it was. I hoped he was tying it to something secure so I could get it moving through my pussy. I waited patiently while he puttered around but the moment I heard him leave I started sliding my hips back and forth.

The rope felt nice but it wasnt very tight. I dropped my body but it still didnt tighten. I wiggled and twisted but nothing gave me enough pressure to have an orgasm. What had that wicked man done to me now?

I waited patiently (as if I had a choice). From time to time I wiggled but the rope still wasnt tight enough. Oh, I could feel it, but it was just too loose. Damn! Oh well, maybe my little kitten would come back.

Would he still want to bite my breasts? How would he get to them? Would he climb up my body like climbing a tree? Oooh, that sounded nice. I could almost feel his little claws in my skin. Would he pause at my pussy? Kittens are inquisitive; maybe hed want to explore the area between my legs. He might put his paw up my pussy to see whats inside. Oh, but the rope would be in the way. He might not be able to get his paw inside me. Hmmm, but the rope would be wet with my juices and he might like the taste. I wonder if hed chew on the rope, or better yet, chew on me. Perhaps hed be intrigued by my pubic hair (oops I forgot, no pussy hair. I keep my pussy nude to show off my brand). Too bad because I could imagine his pink little nose sniffing though my hair and his paw batting playfully at it.

Perhaps hed climb into the rope and walk along it. Great idea. Maybe his weight would tighten the rope so I could make myself come. Maybe hed go get all his little friends and theyd climb up until there were a dozen kittens sitting on the rope watching me gyrate. I wonder if they would understand what I was doing?

Or would they just climb up my chest to nurse at my nipples? Some could stay at my pussy and the others take a breast. Twelve kitties meant four between my legs and four at each breast. I wonder how I could get them to do that. My breasts are probably big enough for four kittens to hang on, although it might be crowded. Of course, theyd have to dig their claws firmly into my flesh or they would fall off. Would they be patient enough to wait their turn at my nipples, or would they fight over me and push each other out of the way? Theyd probably fight and some would fall off. Oh I hope they dont knock the ones at my pussy off too.

I imagined a pile of kittens rolling around on the floor, then one would remember me and scramble back up my leg. The others would follow.

I think Ive figured out why my pussy rope is so frustrating. Ill bet that JR put the end over something and attached a weight to it. Only the weight is light, too light to create any friction. Oh, what a devil he can be!

Perhaps my kitties will see the problem and help me. They would see the weight bouncing up and down and they would leap up and grab hold. One kitten wouldnt be heavy enough, Id need more. Maybe all of them would do the trick. I imagined a thick furry cluster of kittens hanging tightly around the end of the rope while I pumped my hips. They would like the ride, especially when I got close and was thrusting back and forth like a mad woman, they would be bouncing up and down too. Afterwards they would wait patiently until I was ready for another orgasm. What sweet little darlings they were. 

Oh, no! A dog just trotted into my dungeon and the kittens have scattered. The dog looks at me, and then sniffs around the room. At least he didnt bite any of the kitties. Wait, hes nosing the end of my pussy rope. He picked at it with his paw, and then sniffed it again. Does he smell my pussy juices? Does my odor transmit along the rope, or have I soaked the rope its entire length? That wouldnt surprise me.

Hes taking the rope in his mouth. Yes, good doggie. Now back up. He shakes his head playfully, the rope tightens in my pussy. A little more please. He pulls it tighter. It feels wonderful. I push myself away from the cross as far as my bonds allow, then I slam my body back and yank the rope. It jerks out of his grip but he pounces on the rope and pulls backwards. He looks at me expectantly and I yank again. He tightens his bite and pulls away. Good doggie! He thinks its a great game. So do I! I fight him for the rope and he tugs and shakes his head and growls happily and I have an orgasm!

I hang happily on my cross. The kittens are gone, the dog is gone, but the happy sweet glow in my pussy and my soul are still there. I slowly calm down, my breathing returns to normal and I start to feel a chill as the perspiration cools on my body. I hear a noise. Is the dog back?

“Well, that looked pretty impressive,” JR said. He removed my gag and blindfold and held a glass of water to my mouth. “I could hear the cross creaking clear out in the back yard.”

“I had an orgasm,” I said proudly.

“How did you manage that?” he asked.

“It was the kittens and a dog,” I said. “They helped me.”

“Kittens and a dog?” he asked incredulously.

I nodded. “They were just here.”

He looked around the basement. He even knelt and peered under a shelf.

“I think Id better untie you and go get you some help.”

“I am not crazy,” I informed him. “In fact, I feel very good.” I wriggled contentedly.

“Im sure lots of delusional people feel the same way,” he said.

“Well, if Im delusional, lets just keep it that way.”

“Really? Well why dont you tell me about your delusions,” he said.

“Id love too, make yourself comfortable.”

He sat on the bed, arranged the pillow behind his back and looked at me with exaggerated interest. “Im all ears.”

“No, youre all prick,” I told him. “But Ill tell you my story anyway.”

JR listened as I related my fantasy, (or delusion). His mocking expression faded and he nodded a few times. I got excited as I recounted my daydream and was breathing rather fast by the time I finished.

“It sounds very erotic,” JR said. “I wonder if anyone has ever done any psychological studies on the sexual effects of input deprivation?”

“Its called sensory deprivation,” I said. “And perhaps the isolation down here gives my imagination more freedom.”

“Could be,” he shrugged. “And if thats true then more people ought to be locked away in a velvet dungeon.”

“As far as Im concerned, you can keep me locked down here for the rest of my life,” I cooed.

“Nope. I want to play too,” he said. “If I leave you down here you wouldnt need me.”

“Of course I would,” I said. “Id need you to feed me.”

“And what would I get out of the deal?”

“Anything you want.”

He shook his head. “I dont know, I just cant see how an imaginary orgasm can compete with the real thing.”

“The orgasm wasnt imaginary,” I said. “Just the kittens were.”

“Nah, I still think the old ways are best,” he said and casually yanked my pussy rope.

It tightened between my legs and sent me into a terrific and entirely unexpected orgasm. I screamed so loud that dust sifted down from the ceiling. JR waited a few minutes and just as I opened my eyes he yanked again. Another nuclear bomb exploded somewhere between my pussy and my soul and I blacked out for a few seconds. When I came back to existence I heard JR chuckling as he climbed the stairs.


I hung on my cross for the rest of the morning in a happy pink haze. I replayed my orgasm over and over in my mind but my kitties and the dog didnt come back. But people did.

Another hallucination formed and I saw people gathering outside my cell. They wanted me but the door was locked so they couldnt get in. They reached through the bars but couldnt get to me. I strained against my bonds and pushed my breasts out trying to let them touch me.

JR appeared carrying a brazier full of hot coals. He shouldered his way through the crowd and came into the cell. He put the brazier close to me, so close that I could feel the heat between my legs, then he put a handful of branding irons in the fire.

He looked my body over thoughtfully then used a marker to draw small circles on my skin. He marked my thighs, my tummy, my ribs and my breasts. The crowd watched intently and gasped when he drew a circle around each of my nipples.

When the irons were hot he opened the door and admitted the people one by one.

As each man and woman entered they drew a number from a hat, then took an iron from the brazier. JR pointed out the location of their number and they pressed the hot iron against my skin. I shrieked in delight as each red hot iron touched me, and the people waiting their turn applauded as I convulsed in orgasm.

Finally there were only two people left, both women. They had drawn the numbers for my nipples. Their irons had the letters J and R. The women took the glowing irons from the fire, took firm hold of a breast, and on a count of three pressed the irons hard onto my nipples; J on the right, R on the left.

I screamed and screamed and fought my ropes but they held the irons hard in place. I saw wisps of smoke rise from my nipples and smelled my own body cooking. They pushed harder until I felt the irons against my ribs, and even then my orgasm rolled on continuously.

“Now what?” JR asked.

I raised my head and looked at him dazedly. I looked at my breasts. They were unmarked, but I could still smell my burnt flesh. How could that be? I looked back at JR but he wasnt there.

The curtain parted and he appeared. My God! Id hallucinated about him too.

“Are you ok?” he asked, removing my gag.

“Um hmm.”

He looked at my sweat covered body and heaving chest. “Did you have another orgasm?” he asked astonished.

“Um hmm.”

“Incredible! The kittens again?”

“No, not them.” I was drifting in a sweet cloud and didnt feel like talking.

“Something different this time?” he asked.

I nodded absently.

“OK, I get it,” he laughed. “You can tell me later.”

“Come back in about twenty minutes,” I said.


When JR returned I told him about my branding hallucination, then I begged him to brand me again.

“No way,” he said firmly. “Once is enough.”

“I want to experience the pain again,” I whispered. “And I want your brand on me more than just one place.”

“Where would we put it?”

“How about on my chest between my breasts? That way it would show if I wear low cut blouses.”

“What? And have every body in the world see it?”

“Thats the whole idea,” I said. “I want the whole world to know that I belong to you.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” he said flattered. “But I think you ought to be a little more discreet. At least no one has ever seen the brand where its at.”

“Want to bet?”

“What?”

“Other people have seen your brand on my body.”

“Who?”

I started to tell him about the motel clerk, but changed my mind.

“My doctor.”

“Oh. Well, I guess thats ok.” He thought for a moment. “What did he say when he saw it?”

“He wanted to know what it was, so I told him.”

“Was he shocked?”

“Id say he was intrigued, but not shocked. I told him all about how you kidnapped me and tortured me and branded me against my will.”

He chuckled. “And raped you.”

“Yes, that too.”

(Actually my doctor is a woman and I did tell her the story of my branding, but despite her professional detachment she was intrigued, and she was breathing rather fast by the time I finished.)

“And if I branded you again I suppose youd rush over to your doctor and show off the new brand?”

“I certainly would,” I said. “And Id go shopping for the lowest necklines I could find.”

“And what would you say to your children?” he asked.

“Id keep it covered around them,” I said. “But I might tell my daughter. I think she suspects that theres a little more to our relationship than just boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Does she know that you are a sex slave?”

“Maybe, shes pretty smart.”

“Wow.”

“Dont worry,” I told him. “She likes you.”

“Amazing.”

“Uh huh, so can I please be branded again?”

“Nope. I dont want your body marked any more than it already is.”

“Please?”

He walked out and turned off the lights.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke a barbeque grill filled with red glowing coals was a few inches from my tummy. I felt the heat and wondered if it was real. I looked around but could see no one outside my cell. No men, no women, no cats or dogs. Everything was totally dark and the only light was the red glow of the coals.

I looked closely and saw two branding irons resting on the coals. They were red hot. My pussy tingled with pleasure and I stared at the fire for a very long time. The red glow was hypnotic and I drifted off.

I awoke to find JR putting my gag back in my mouth. I tried to ask a question but he shoved the gag in and buckled it tightly. Then he put the blindfold over my eyes. Just as it descended I looked down and saw a bright red glow between my legs. My God! Was a hot grill really down there?

JR is very firm in his ideas and he rarely changes his mind, but he loves me and indulges me and I wondered I he would actually brand me again. Oh my God, how wonderful that would be!

I waited. I waited, wondering what he was going to do.

I felt the heat against my legs and tummy. It was very hot, almost uncomfortably so. I wondered if I was in danger of being burned. I wouldnt mind being branded but I didnt want third degree burns on my crotch. I imagined my pubic hair burning, the hairs curling in the heat, turning black and crinkling into ash. For some reason that turned me on. (Too bad I didnt have any pubic hair). I wondered if my pussy would get cooked from the heat. I giggled as I though of JR eating my pussy. I wondered if hed like it barbequed.

A hand grabbed my breast roughly and a red hot iron touched my nipple!

ORGASM!!!

When I woke up my nipple throbbed with pain. I smelled burnt meat and fainted again.

The next time I regained consciousness my other nipple was throbbing. Had he branded both of my nipples? Incredible!

Had I missed it? Did he brand me while I was out? That wasnt fair!

Id have preferred to be branded on the sides of one of my breasts, maybe both, but I didnt want my nipples to be mutilated.

I muttered in my gag but there was no response. I waited reveling in the pain in my nipples and hoping that JR had filmed me being branded again.

I waited. Very slowly the smell of burnt meat dissipated.

My nipples hurt, and I waited. I felt the warmth from the grill and I waited.


Finally he came back. I heard him moving the barbeque and growled at him through my gag. He ignored me and kept puttering around. Then I felt his hand on my breast.

“Hmmm, I got you pretty good that last one,” he muttered almost to himself. He touched my nipple gingerly and I squeaked in pain.

“Sorry,” he said.

I yelled under the gag.

“Uh, I know you want to look,” he said apologetically. “But I kind of over did it on your left nipple and it looks pretty bad. Its best you dont see it.”

A deep sexual thrill coursed up from my tummy to my brain.

“Ill go see if I have any first aid stuff upstairs,” JR said. I heard him walk away.

I waited.

My nipples hurt and I waited.

I wondered how badly he had burned me. Was my nipple destroyed? I didnt want that. I didnt want to have the nerves damaged and besides, JR liked my breasts and I didnt want him to lose interest. Still, I felt very sexy. Oh I hoped hed set up the video camera. If my nipples had been damaged at least I wanted to be able to watch it happen.

I heard JR return but he didnt remove my gag or blindfold. I muttered but he ignored me. I felt something cool touch my breast and in instant later it hurt worse. I squealed.

“Sorry,” he said. The cool touch returned followed instantly by more pain. I thrashed in my bonds. The coolness touched my right nipple and it too flashed in pain.

“This one isnt so bad,” JR said. “I think it will be ok after a while. He touched my nipple again and it really hurt! I was crying in my gag. I was frightened and I hurt and I was turned on.

“One more application,” he warned. “And try not to have any more orgasms for a while.”

I felt the cool touch, then pain, and of course I had an orgasm.

When I stopped writhing on the cross, when I could breathe normally, when the universe stopped spinning around me I listened for JR but the room was silent. I tried to call his name but there was no answer. He must have left.

So I waited.

My nipples hurt and I waited.


He finally came back and removed me from the cross. He didnt take off my blindfold or gag and he lowered me gently onto the bed. I was so stiff from hanging on the cross that I couldnt move my arms. JR rolled me onto my stomach and the second my breasts touched the bed I felt sharp piercing pain in my nipples. I screamed in my gag but he just pulled my arms back and tied me into a very, very tight hogtie. Then he pressed his hand against my back and rolled my body side to side. My nipples were crushed under me and they hurt! JR walked out of the room.

I dont know how long I lay on the bed but the pain in my nipples never went away. The pain kept me from falling asleep and I certainly couldnt relax enough to have another hallucination.

“Had enough for a while?” JR asked.

“Um hmm.”

He untied me and removed my gag and blindfold, then he took me in his arms and held me close. I squeaked in pain when he crushed my breasts against his chest.

“What have you done to me?” I asked.

“Why, just what you asked,” he said smiling down at me. “You wanted bondage and torture, didnt you?”

“Yes, but not mutilation.” I tried to push back and look at my breasts but he held me close. He had that old mischievous look in his eyes. I gritted my teeth, pressed my hands against his chest and pushed myself away. I gasped when I saw my nipples. They were burned black!

Wait, the black was something different. I touched them and they felt like plastic knobs. Pain flashed through my nipples as I touched them but I couldnt see clearly in the low light.

“What is this?” I demanded.

“They are my own invention,” JR said. “Theyre plastic pipe caps with needles through them. I just hope they are painful enough to suit you.”

I just glared at him.

“I thought you branded me,” I hissed.

“Nope, just the old frozen socket wrench trick,” he chuckled. “I told you, no more branding.”

“Oh, you are such a bastard,” I said.

“And how many orgasms did you have thinking youd been burned?” he laughed.

I couldnt answer. I was trying not to smile. “I didnt feel you put these things on,” I said.

“No, I did that after you fainted.”

“Bastard, what about that stuff you put on my breasts pretending it was first aid?”

“Rubbing alcohol followed by bengue cream.”

I put my arms around his neck. “You are a bastard, but I love you.”


We went upstairs for a bathroom break followed by a snack. As I walked out I saw that the barbeque grill was a brand new electric model.

“Why didnt you just use the old charcoal grill?” I asked.

“Cant burn charcoal inside,” he answered. “It might asphyxiate us.”

“Oh, so you went out and bought an electric one just for this?”

“Um hmm.”

What a wonderful man.

I wore my nipple caps through my break. “When you make love to me I want to wear them and I want you to crush my breasts under your body,” I told him. “If you ever do make love to me again, that is.”

After my break JR put me back on the cross. Hed removed the little caps but my nipples still hurt quite nicely. They reminded me of my torture bra and I wondered if JR intended to make me wear it during the weekend. I hoped so.

JR hadnt put my gag and blindfold back on and perhaps they were required for my erotic hallucinations, for I didnt experience any more of them, but I came close.

The room was dimly lit and I couldnt see anything outside the cell. I looked down at my pussy rope and followed it until it disappeared into the darkness. I wondered what it was connected to. I imagined that there was a little man crouching in the gloom holding the rope. He watched carefully to make sure that it was tight enough to stay in place but not tight enough to let me come, and I just knew that he wouldnt yank on it the way JR had. I imagined him naked with a large penis that stayed very hard. He was like a little gnome. His legs were short but muscular, his face was ugly and his penis was huge. He was excited looking at me so I thrust my hips invitingly and he crawled out of the darkness. He lumbered awkwardly on all fours, paused at my feet and looked up at me. I wiggled my hips again and he scrambled up my legs. He held onto my waist with big knobby hands, planted his feet on my cross and thrust his cock inside me. He was strong and quick and fucked me wildly. He spurted an enormous amount of cum into me, then jumped down and scurried back into the darkness.

No, wait. Its not an ugly little gnome, its the clerk from the motel.

JR hired him to hold my pussy rope and hed gotten very aroused looking at me. He waited until JR was upstairs, then walked out of the shadows, tall and handsome. He stood in front of me, naked and proud. I did a quick bump and grind for him. He leaned against my body and slid his cock into me.

It wasnt a delusion. I didnt enter into a trance or an hallucination. I consciously thought up that daydream and I knew perfectly well that there was no gnome or college student holding that rope.

But I looked at the spot where the rope disappeared and did a long, sexy bump and grind on my cross. (Just in case someone was watching me). That got to be fun so I kept it up, after all, what else did I have to pass the time.


                               CH 12


I was still gyrating on the cross when JR came back at noon. I didnt stop when he came through the curtains.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Oooh, yes,” I answered. “Im trying to entice those men into screwing me.”

“What men?”

“The ones who are hiding in the shadows watching me. One is tall and handsome and the other is short and ugly.”

“Is that so?” He began untying me. “No kittens?”

“No kittens. But both men have large penises and they are very hard.”

“But they just hide and watch, right?”

“Right. I think they are waiting for the other to make the first move.”

“Which one do you prefer?”

“I want them both.”

He stopped and looked at me in mild astonishment. “Two at once, eh?”

“Yep.”

“Theres more to you than I realized,” he observed.

“You dont know the half of it,” I said.

“Hmmm. I think wed better keep you out of this basement.”

“Dont you dare.”

He finished untying me and took me upstairs. After lunch he tied me to the bed, arms and legs wide open. He took his time and tied me very tightly, then waited until my muscles had stretched and tightened the ropes again. He put my blindfold and gag back on me and left me alone. I hoped my vision (or hallucination) would reappear but it didnt. My kitties stayed away. The room was too noisy and too bright. I could hear cars passing on the street, telephones ringing next door, kids playing, and some light even leaked in around the edges of the blindfold.

I enjoyed my bondage for about an hour then yelled into my gag. JR came in.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Would you take me down to my dungeon and tie me just like this?” I asked.

“Whats wrong with the bedroom?”

“Its too noisy and there is too much light. I like the mysterious atmosphere down there.”

“Ok.”

He tied me on the bed in the basement. Not to it, but on it. He spread me wide and tied my wrists and ankles to the bars. I just rested atop the bed.

Ive been tied to beds many times before by this was different. I wondered if he yanked the bed away if Id hang suspended or sag to the floor. Maybe Ill ask him to try that.

I wonder how long Ill have to wait until he comes back?

It was quieter and darker than in the bedroom, and very peaceful. Would my delusions reappear? 

I waited patiently for the pitter patter of little kitten feet, but nothing happened.

What about the motel clerk? Was he watching me from the shadows? Was he naked, was his penis hard? What would he be doing with his hands?

Maybe he wasnt there. Oh hell, Id even settle for the gnome.

I waited. Neither showed up. Maybe they really were waiting for the other to make the first move. I imagined them crouching in the gloom eying each other warily. Its ok boys, Ill take you both. Beauty and the beast. One of you can screw me and the other can put his cock in my mouth. Then you can trade places.

Still nothing.

A long time passed then something touched my pussy, very lightly. Oh God, here we go again.

What was it? I know I felt something. Ah, there it was again. It was a tiny tap right on my clitoris. A kittens paw, or his tongue perhaps? There it is. A pause, then again I felt that teensy tap. It was nice but too light to do me any good. Maybe the kitten will touch me a little harder.

Nope. The same light tap.

I lay still and listened for any other sounds. I decided that if a kitten were touching me Id have felt his weight on the bed, and surely he would have brushed against my thighs. Another tap.

It seemed to touch me at regular intervals, so I began counting between taps. It was every twenty seconds. I counted several more taps and they were the same. What in the world could it be?

Oh my God! Its like Chinese water torture!

This must be JRs doing. In fact its just the sort of thing he would do. Ill bet hes got some apparatus in the ceiling that drips water on my pussy.

Well, now that I know what it is Ill just ignore it. JR probably hopes the water will make me come, but Ill show him.

Tap.

Ill show him.

Tap.

Uh oh, I might be in trouble here.

Tap.

God that felt good.

Tap.

Im in serious trouble.

Tap.

I decided to count the taps to take my mind off the slow steady tingle in my pussy. It began very softly but grew with each tap.

Tap.

This could make me have an orgasm, I decided. And its going to take a long time to do it.

Tap.

No sudden yank on a rope between my legs, just a miniscule increase in pleasure with every. . .

Tap.  

I tried to resist. I tried to take my mind off it. Think of other things. I tried to remember the dialogue in the last movie I saw with my daughter.

Tap.

It worked for three minutes. I was subconsciously counting the

Taps.

Then I realized that my hips were thrusting upward to meet each drop. Without my willing it I was lifting my pussy at the count of nineteen, then after the drop arrived I dropped back to the bed until the next was due.

Ive read that water torture never fails to break its victim. Supposedly not even the strongest man can withstand it. I wondered if theyd ever tortured a woman the way JR was torturing me. It was torture too, the anticipation was terrible and each drop was pleasant but frustrating. Would they torture a woman to get information, or just for the fun of it?

Did they ever torture a man with drops hitting his penis? Hmm, a mans cock would move around and the drops would miss unless it was held in place. How best to do that? Tie it with cords, lock it in a frame? Ah, better yet, have a woman hold it.

I imagined a wicked Asian temptress, exotic, beautiful and cruel, torturing some helpless man. She is the imperial torturer and she serves the evil emperor and I am her assistant. The mistress is dressed in a red silk robe slit up the sides and with a very deep neckline, but Im naked.

Were torturing a man to make him reveal the location of the hidden treasure. She entices him to keep him aroused and its my job to keep his penis in place so each drop lands squarely on the tip. I hold it a lightly as possible, for I must not apply enough pressure to make him come.

She prowls languidly around and around his rack. Her fingertips caress his body, she rubs her breasts across his skin. Occasionally she slaps my hand aside and strokes his manhood gently, very gently. Her touch is a light as a butterfly. He writhes in an agony of frustration.

I must not allow him to cum until he talks. I must be attentive and if he gets close I have to release my hold on him. Sometimes I must shield his penis from the drops of water by holding my body over his, but woe to me if I allow him to spurt.

If he comes too soon the mistress will string me up by my ankles and whip me, and afterwards we have to start over again with his torture.

Who is the man? Indianapolis Jones? No, not him. Wait, its the hotel clerk!

My mistress sent me to lure him into her trap.

I went to the motel dressed like a slut and offered to let him tie me up. We went to the room and he took pictures while I stripped for him, then tied me to the bed and screwed me. While he was busy fucking me she burst into the room with her henchmen and overpowered him. They pulled him off of me (much too soon) and bound him hand and foot. They left me tied to the bed and the mistress casually gave her men permission to take turns with me. She forced the poor clerk to watch as I was fucked by half a dozen men. They screwed my pussy, my ass and my mouth and by the time Id satisfied them all I was coated with cum.

The mistress disdainfully ordered them to untie me then we smuggled the clerk away and brought him to the dungeons deep beneath the Emperors palace. (How the Chinese Emperors palace came to be in Denver Ill never know).

Now his naked body lies bound to a rack. His smooth skin is illuminated by the light of torches. I felt sorry for him and was tempted to make him come, but I feared the punishment I would receive, so I waited until the mistress wasnt looking and give him a furtive kiss on his penis.

Uh oh, the Emperor was watching, hidden in the gloom beyond the light. The Emperor is cruel and ruthless, and hes JR. He ordered my mistress to tie me to a rack too. The henchmen appeared and quickly bound me beside the clerk. Water was set to drip onto me. The drops fell in perfect unison, his and mine, and landed on us at the same time. He looked at me and I at him.

The Emperor pronounced me guilty of treason and sentenced me to die by slow torture. The clerk could not bear this, so he offered to tell the location of the treasure if the Emperor promised to release me. The Emperor agreed and the clerk told them where to find the treasure. Then my mistress stripped off her robe revealing her perfect body. She rubbed her breasts across his skin, tickled his body, then knelt beside him and stroked his cock gently. He groaned in passion but didnt take his eyes off me. She stood over him, straddling his face with her lovely pussy, but he was unmoved and never looked up at her. She bent and took his cock between her red lips and sucked until he came. Despite his resolve his back arched and he cried out in ecstasy. She took her mouth away as his cum shot upward like a fountain.

She aimed his cock so that his semen arched high in the torchlight. The drops turned into shimmering pearls that fell back to land on my clitoris.

My orgasm happened. It didnt explode in my tummy, there were no celestial fireworks, or earthquakes, just a slow steady swelling of pressure that grew and grew and grew until I felt the most delicious sweet thrill in my pussy. It was like a beautiful flower steadily opening into a glorious bloom.

I lay wrapped in a heavenly cloud of delight. I was vaguely aware that the clerk was being led away by my mistress. His hands are bound behind his back and she pulls him by his penis. Its very large and gets larger with each step. What was she going to do to him? He glances back at me as they disappear through the doorway.

The henchmen took away the torches leaving me in darkness and I heard the Emperor tell them to leave me to endure the water torture for all eternity. Then the dungeon door closed with a deep boom and there was silence.

Another drop landed on my pussy.

Tap.


                               CH 13


When JR released me hours later I wasnt quite a babbling idiot, but I was close. He carried me upstairs and plunked me into a hot bubble bath. Then he vanished. I rubbed my pussy and even under water it felt oily.

I soaked in the tub for a long time. It was getting dark when JR came back and toweled me dry.

“What was dripping on me?” I asked.

“Baby oil,” He replied. “Three gallons.”

“You dripped three gallons on me?”

“No, thats how much the reservoir holds. You only used about a quart.”

“Oh, well in that case we shouldnt let it go to waste.”

He chuckled.

“I thought you said I couldnt have sex until the forty eight hours was up.”

“Well, I dont consider a few drops of oil actually having sex,” he said. “I meant that I wont have sex with you.”

What ever.


“I was wondering,” I said as he led me down the basement stairs. “Will the bars of the cell hold my weight?”

“Of course.”

“Would you tie me to them just like before, only higher so Im not lying on the bed?

“Ok.”

He took the bed out of the cell and bought in an ancient steamer trunk. He upended it and lifted me onto it so that I lay across it on my back. I had to balance myself while he tied my wrist and ankle ropes to the bars. Then he tightened them until I felt as taut as a violin. He put his arm under my back, raised my body off the trunk and slid it away. He lowered me until the ropes took my weight. The ropes tightened painfully, erotically and I floated in the air three feet off the floor.

Ive been hung by my wrists and by my ankles but Id never felt so helpless and sexy as I did then. And my pussy was at just the right height for him to fuck me. I suggested that he might do that but he declined.

He reminded me that I had almost fourteen hours to go before I was allowed to have sex. He turned on the drip and made sure it was hitting the right spot. He watched my pussy for several minutes, then left.

How could he look so closely at my pussy and not want to touch it? (I swear the man isnt human at times.)

JR left the lights on and my blindfold off. I could see the drips sparkle in the light as they fell. The pressure began to build in my pussy. I watched the drops until my neck grew tired so I let my head sag and ended up staring at the bars of my cell upside down. I felt a mild strain in my neck but it was bearable. Besides, I was waiting for the clerk to escape the clutches of the torture mistress and come back and rescue me. (Or at least fuck me).

The clerk didnt show up, neither did the gnome, but JR did.

He walked in and carefully spread a beach towel on the floor.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Making sure we dont fall on this slippery floor,” he answered. He began rubbing my legs with another towel.

“No, I mean why are you here?” I asked. “I want to stay longer.”

“Youve got thirteen hours left besides, dinners ready.”

“Im not hungry.”

“Well, youre going to eat anyway.” He rubbed the oil off my thighs and my tummy. The towel felt very good on my skin but he wouldnt touch my pussy.

“You really are a bastard,” I said conversationally.

He laughed and gave my pussy a single solitary, very unsatisfying pat. Then he untied me.


He tied me to a kitchen chair and fed me. The food was good and I was suddenly very hungry. I asked for seconds. While we ate I told him about my Chinese fantasy (omitting the identity of the motel clerk). JR was impressed that Id had another orgasm.

After dinner he tied me spread between the bars except this time I was face down. He put my nipple clamps back on and added weights on long cords. He put my blindfold back, gave me a pat on my bottom and left.

The weights felt sexy on my nipples. I couldnt swing the way I had with the board but I could rock my shoulders to get the weights swinging. I hoped they looked as erotic as they felt, then perhaps the clerk and the gnome would come out of the shadows and fuck my brains out.

No such luck.

Hmmm, if they werent interested maybe the kittens would come back. The problem was, how could they get to me? Could they climb up the bars then walk out along my arms and legs? Oooh, that would be nice. I could almost feel their little claws on my skin. But then how would they be able to get to my breasts?

I have a better idea; they could climb up the cords to my nipples. Were the cords long enough? Never mind, even if they didnt reach the floor the kitties could jump up and catch hold, then scramble up.

I couldnt wait to feel their weight tugging my nipples. Oh dear, what if the dog comes back and scares them away?

But maybe I could get the dog to play tug of war with the cords. Id wiggle around and make the cords jiggle enticingly. Hed sniff them, then take one in his teeth. Id rock my shoulders and hed pull in response. Wed play tug of war again.

But I need two dogs, one for each breast. Be a good doggie and go fetch a friend. Ah here they are. Uh oh, there are a dozen dogs and they all want to tug on the cords. Now theyre pushing and fighting and several dogs are pulling at once.

Ow, the pain is terrific and Im having an orgasm!

While the dogs are busy the kittens run out onto my body. They sit in a row on my back and look down at the chaos below. The dogs jerk my body so much that the kittens have to dig in with their claws to keep from falling.

The dogs dont stop. They growl and tug and yank and go in different directions and pull my breasts wide apart and scrabble in circles and get the cords tangled together and Im shrieking with orgasm after orgasm!


JR fetched me at ten oclock. He untied me and noticed the glassy eyed happy expression on my face.

“Dont tell me you had another orgasm,” he said.

I nodded.

“The kittens again?”

“No, dogs. A whole pack of them.”

“I dont want to hear that one,” he said.

“Oh yes you do,” I giggled. “But youll have to wait until tomorrow. Im too tired tonight.”

He took me to the bedroom, tied me in a hogtie, and turned out the lights.

I slept until the next morning and didnt wake up when JR untied me during the night.

When I awoke it was seven-thirty and I was alone.

I looked out the window and saw JR reading the paper on the back patio. I went to the bathroom, combed my hair, then made up the bed. I tied ropes to the headboard and put slipknots in them, then I tied more ropes to my ankles and lay on the bed. I raised my feet over my head and tossed my ankle ropes over the headboard. I tied them as tight as I could, pulling my legs as far open as I could. Then I slid my hands through the loops on the other ropes and tugged the knots tight. After that I waited.

I heard JR puttering around in the kitchen. Finally he peeked in the bedroom door.

“Ah, awake I see.”

“Get over here,” I said.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“GET   OVER    HERE!”

He grinned and slipped out of his robe. His cock was very big and it was inside me very quickly, and everything was right and perfect in the universe.

JR made love to me three times within two hours that morning. Each time he screwed me I told him about the fantasies Id experienced. (Everything except the identity of the motel clerk).

I told him about the Chinese torture chamber.

I related the hallucination about the dairy farm. That one drove him wild. He made me get on the bed on hands and knees and he pretended to milk my breasts while I talked. Then he knelt behind me and screwed me doggy style (or perhaps like a bull with a cow). Finally he had me lie flat and he titty fucked me. Very nice.

Afterwards I sat on the bed and told him how the gnome had climbed my legs to get to my pussy, and how the kittens had done the same thing.

I told him about dogs giving me orgasms by playing tug of war with my ropes. By the time Id recounted all my hallucinations he was quite hard again. I was able to show my appreciation for the fake branding by screwing him with every muscle in my body.

After the first time he called his secretary and told her he wouldnt be in until lunch. After the third time he fell asleep for half an hour. While he slept I ate my breakfast and took a shower, but he was waiting for me. As soon as I walked out of the bath room he grabbed me and tied me back to the bed. He didnt take the time to get creative, he just tied me in a no nonsense, legs up and open, easy accessible position that permitted him full access to my pussy. And that was just fine with me.

This time he took his time and screwed me long and slowly and sweetly and we had the most wonderful simultaneous orgasms. By then it was noon so he called the office and told them he wasnt coming in that day. (I had anticipated being too tired and sore to got to work, so Id taken a couple of days vacation from my job).

He lay back and relaxed, a thoughtful expression was on his face.

“What are you cooking up now?” I asked.

“Trying to figure out how to design a milking machine for you,” he said.

My nipples went hard and my pussy was damp instantly. I imagined myself in the basement, locked into a frame while a milker throbbed at my nipples.

“Do they make milking machines for human females” I asked.

“I doubt it,” he answered. “Id bet the closest thing would be those little suction cups for nursing mothers.”

“No assembly line milkers like at a dairy?”

“Probably not, but perhaps I can design something.”

We made love a fifth time that day, and by late afternoon we were worn out. JR had collapsed on the bed and was snoring while I cleaned up and got dressed. I tidied up the kitchen before I left and noticed something pink and fuzzy on top of the fridge. It was a glove, a cheap nylon glove covered with fake fur and had small spikes protruding through the thumb and forefinger. The face of a kitten had been drawn on the back of the glove. I stared at the thing wondering what it could possibly be used for when I heard JR chuckle. He was leaning on the doorjamb in his bath robe.

“What is this?” I asked.

He took the glove from me and slipped it on his hand. “This is Little Felix,” he said. “But youve met before.”

“Oh, no. You didnt. . .” I gasped.

“I sure did,” he laughed. “Littler Felix deserves your thanks for sending you into one of the wildest orgasms Ive ever witnessed.” He closed his thumb and finger and the spikes looked like little teeth.

I glared at him.

“You seemed to enjoy it when he was nibbling your breast,” JR said. “But when he bit your nipple I thought you were going to shake the basement apart.”

“Oh you bastard.”

He laughed and pulled me into his arms. I tried not to smile but couldnt resist a shriek when Little Felix bit me on the bottom. I put my arms around JRs neck and kissed him long and lovingly. Little Felix continued to bite me through my dress.

JR leaned away and put the glove over my breast. “What do you say?” he asked. “Can Felix chew on your nipple?”

I pushed my breast forward. “Id love to let him,” I said. “But Ive got to go home. My granddaughter is coming to spend the night.”

“Ok, Felix understands,” JR said. Felix gave me a light little nip on my nipple.

I kissed JR again and walked toward the door. I paused and looked back.

“What are his teeth made of?”

“Thumb tacks.”

“The next time we do this do you think I could wear my torture bra?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“And the next time, do you think you might keep me tied up for three days?”

He shook his head in exasperation, then shrugged in surrender. “Why not?”


I was very happy as I drove home. JR is such a wonderful man and he goes out of his way to please me. Take the kitten glove for example.

Did he just happen to have a furry glove in the house? Thumbtacks I could see, but how many men keep pink fuzzy gloves lying around? He must have gone out and bought the glove after I told him about my fantasy of the kittens. And what about the branding scenario? He went out and bought an electric barbeque just to set the scene for my branding fantasy. What a wonderful man he is.

My pussy throbbed all the way home.

My son dropped off my four year old granddaughter a few minutes after I arrived, and I shifted gears into being a grandma. We made ice cream, read books, watched a movie then went to sleep. I dreamt about kittens all night long.


The motel clerk isnt the only man in my life with a camera. A couple of weeks after my lovely weekend in bondage JR presented me with a dvd holding a compilation of photos and film of my ordeal.

I hadnt known, but he had set up cameras outside my cell and had taken lots of pictures of me in my bondage. He used low light cameras and got some surprisingly erotic pictures. I wouldnt have thought that there would be much variety since I rarely was able to move in my bondage, but there was. In fact the footage of me swinging under the plank was terrific, especially the parts where I was trying to make the board swing. My face wasnt visible since I was looking downward, but the movements of my body were subtle yet exciting. And I get turned on watching the way my body reacted to the bite of Little Felix. The glove is barely visible in the frame but when the thumbtacks caught my nipple my body jerked so violently that the board bounced and twisted for several minutes.

My face was in camera when I had my orgasms under the dripping baby oil and those pictures are fantastic, but my gyrations on the cross while I tried to entice the gnome and the clerk were pretty good too. They are funny, considering that I was dancing for an imaginary audience, but I must admit that even at my age I seem to have some pretty good moves.

But the very best was the scene where I thought I was branded. When JRs hand appeared on camera and the cold metal touched my body I went into such violent convulsions that I made the bars of the cell shake, and when I fainted, when my body sagged lifelessly and my head dropped onto my chest, for some reason that is terrifically erotic.  

I wonder if the clerk would like to have a copy.



Authors note:


After writing about my friends experiences a few years ago I convinced her to keep a diary. Since then Ive read the diary and listened to her accounts of her love affair with JR and her flirtations with the motel clerk, and I am envious.

Ive also watched her in action at the motel.

I dropped by her house on a Saturday morning and watched her get ready for her rendezvous with JR. We giggled as she picked through her naughty clothes until she decided on a very risqué outfit. I got in the mood to play so she loaned me a mini skirt, a very tight tee shirt, fishnet stockings and heels. I put them on with nothing underneath.

We drove in separate cars to a diner near the motel and had breakfast, and we attracted a lot of attention, even in that part of town. Then I drove to the motel and parked across the street. I brought my camera with a telephoto lens and when she arrived I took pictures of the clerk as he took pictures of her, and pictures of him patting her on her bottom.

I also got photos of a man talking to her outside her room as she waited for JR. She put on her hooker act and flirted outrageously until JR arrived and sent the man on his way. The picture of JR glaring at the fellow is priceless.


Mary Elizabeth Moore, aka Shackleford Bond.


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