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Archive-name: Bondage/kathycs.txt

Archive-author: Kathy

Archive-title: Kathy's Continuing Saga...



 

    A little while ago I posted a story and request for ideas

about bondage and tickling.  This is a followup about the ordeal

Alex cooked up to get even with me.

 

    Before I start I should probably explain a few things about

Alex and myself.  We have been lovers for several years now and

while we regularly tie and torment each other, I view myself as

being submissive and masochistic and Alex as dominant and sadis-

tic (oh how she can be sadistic!)  Fortunately this works out

quite well for us :-).  In devising torments for Alex it is quite

rare that I actually manage to out do things she has previously

done to me mainly because I'm not much into inflicting pain on

her and I think she knows this and uses it to her advantage.

When we added tickling to our bondage this opened a whole new

world of possibilities for me because we are both terribly tick-

lish and I don't view tickling as inflicting pain.  It seems that

the last little torture I dreamed up for her was the most out of

control she has ever been and showed her just how merciless I can

be given the right situation.  Not to be upstaged, she was deter-

mined to show me that she hadn't lost her touch when it came to

torturing me.  She insisted on using the device I had designed.

Considering the amount of bondage in our sexual lives I didn't

see that I really had much of a choice (besides I was kind of

excited about it), it was just a matter of time until she had me

in a position where I couldn't resist.  I agreed that she would

get her chance Friday night and so after our usual evening at the

gym we returned to my house with her toting along a bag of toys.

 

    Soon after we got to my house Alex had me strip then grabbed

her bag of toys and led me down to the basement where we had

stored my famous torture stool.  Once there she put leather cuffs

on my wrists and fastened them behind my back.  She dragged the

stool out to the center of the basement play area and sat me in

it.  Then she took two lengths of rope and attached them to screw

eyes about 7' off the floor on the walls on either side of the

stool I was sitting in.  The other ends of the ropes had snap

hooks which she attached to the cuffs on my wrists after releas-

ing them from behind my back.  As she tightened the ropes, draw-

ing my arms up and out, I began to get the idea, she wanted to be

able to get to the areas under my arms and along the sides of my

chest.  She seemed proud of her little innovation and I knew I

was in trouble.  Using two more lengths of rope, she bound my

ankles back along the sides of the stool as high as she could.

It was hard to keep from swaying forward but she soon had a fix

for that.  She put a 3" wide leather strap across my back below

my shoulder blades, ran it under my arms, over my shoulders and

buckled it behind my head.  Standing on the rungs of the stool,

she attached a length of rope to an overhead screw eye and then

tied the other end to the D ring on the strap across my back.

She attached another piece of rope to the D-ring but just let it

hang behind me.  Now I was curious, I was certain she was going

to attach it to the back of the stool to hold me down as I had

done with her.

 

    My repeated questions earned me a piece of tape over my

mouth.  Now that I was quite helpless to change the course of the

evening she promised me that my ordeal would be something that I

wouldn't soon forget.  She slowly removed her clothes while

fondling my body and stroking my pussy.  When she was completely

naked, and had driven me to the brink of orgasm, she picked up my

10" dildo and pulled a directors chair over in front of me and

sat in it.  She told me that if I squirmed around and brought

myself to orgasm that my next orgasm would be with her working on

my breasts with a riding crop .  Sliding down into the chair, she

put her legs up over the arm rests presenting me with a good view

of her pussy.  While I watched she slowly worked the dildo into

her pussy and began fucking herself with it while fingering her

clit.  As she worked on herself she went into vivid detail about

what it was going to be like to be tickle tortured in my current

position.  I was beginning to wonder how good an idea it was to

let her tie me this way, my earlier excitement was giving way to

a feeling of apprehension.  It wasn't long before she had brought

herself to orgasm.  When she had calmed down she got out of the

chair, picked up a small wooden dowel and came over to me holding

up the moist dildo and telling me that it was now my turn.  She

reached under the stool and I felt the dildo slid up under me

until the tip was touching my pussy lips.  Using two fingers to

part my pussy lips, she worked the dildo into me until I thought

it wouldn't go any further then she pushed it a little deeper.

Taking the dowel, she pinned the dildo into place on the under-

side of the stool.  I now knew what she had felt like when I had

put her into this position, every move I made caused my muscles

to grip the dildo that was impaling me.  She laughed at the

expression on my face and told me that that was just a start.

 

    From her bag of toys she removed a gag with a 6" dildo on it,

the gag was designed to go in the mouth and leave the dildo free

to be used for fucking.  At first I couldn't see why she would

use a gag like that on me since I was in no position to use the

dildo on her.  Then out came the tube of KY and as she began

greasing the dildo my stomach dropped out.  She was going to put

it in my ass!  I knew it was useless but I screamed and struggled

anyway.  She seemed to love my reaction and with a wicked grin

she moved around behind me carrying the greased dildo.  I tried

to rock my weight back so she couldn't get to my asshole but she

put her weight into me and forced me to lean forward then I felt

the cold tip of the dildo enter my ass.  I knew from experience

that fighting it would only make it hurt more so I stopped my

struggling and relaxed and let her slid the dildo into my ass.

When she had it completely in me she used a leather thong to tie

the gag to the top of the stool.  She then tied the rope hanging

from the D ring to the back leg of the stool while explaining to

me that she was leaving plenty of slack so I would get the full

effect of both dildos moving in and out of me when I raised up

off the stool.  I was now completely stuffed, I could feel the

two dildos rubbing against each other within my body.  My feeling

of dread was rapidly increasing, I could still vividly remember

Alex bouncing around on the dildo while I tickled her.  She stood

in front of me now and admired her work then she told me she

wanted me to know what it was going to be like when I struggled

and reached forward and tickled my ribs.  I had never been fucked

in my ass and pussy at the same time before and the feeling of

both dildos moving in and out of me as I jumped was like nothing

I imagined.  She said I should see the look on my face when I

moved then she produced a long feather and placed it in the

directors chair in front of me.  She peeled the tape off my

mouth, stepped up on a rung on the stool and kissed me then

pointed to the feather and said "Think about it lover".  I was

already begging as she left the basement.

 

    She gave me a while to think about what was going to happen

as I had done with her.  The time alone was quite effective, it

gave me an opportunity to see just how helpless I was and to

think about all the things she could do to me in this position.

I tried to work my wrists out of the cuffs but she had been

careful to tighten them correctly and every move I made reminded

me of the dildos that were in me.  When she returned she told me

she wasn't going to gag me yet.  She wanted to hear me scream the

way she had screamed and when I got too loud she would use the

same technique I did with the inflatable gag.  Then she remarked

that I seemed to be sweating a little, was I nervous?  Using the

long feather she started at the insides of my knees and, despite

my pleading, quickly worked her way up my inner thighs.  By the

time she had reached my stomach my eyes were watering so much I

couldn't see, I was laughing hysterically and bouncing around on

the dildos that impaled me.  Before she could get to my ribs I

had my first orgasm and thought I was going to pass out.  At this

point she stopped and got out the inflatable gag.  She made a

show of making sure it was fully deflated while reminding me that

I had tortured her through six orgasms and that I still had 5 to

go.  I refused to let her put the gag in my mouth and tried to

bargain with her, if she would remove the dildo from my ass I'd

let her gag me.  This didn't work very well, she stepped around

behind me and, grabbing a handful of hair, pulled my head back

until she could force the gag in.  After strapping the gag on she

changed to a short stiff feather and started in on my ribs.  I

had completely lost any sense of time, all I was aware of was the

feather traveling over my ribs and up into my arm pits, the

dildos moving in and out of me, the sweat running down my body

and my screams.  After pumping up the gag a little she got a good

laugh out of the way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass

cheeks and the crack of my ass.  Finally she changed to a small

paint brush, one of the most devious tickle torture implements we

had come up with.  She pumped the gag up to fully fill my mouth

and let me know that she hadn't forgot about my feet and toes.

When she started on my feet I thought I would die, I couldn't

think straight, I couldn't scream through the gag and I couldn't

control the spasms running through my body.  My eyes were so

teared that I couldn't see, my awareness was limited to the brush

traveling over my feet, the dildos moving inside me, the uncon-

trollable spasms running through me, sweat running off my body

and blurs of color in front of my eyes.

 

    The torture seemed to go on forever, when she stopped again I

wasn't sure how many orgasms I had had but I knew I had had

several violent ones.  When my eyes cleared she was standing in

front of me watching me.  She ran her hands over my sweaty body

and told me that she had one other torment in mind for me and

that my fighting her attempts to gag me had convinced her that

she should use it.  She untied the small dildo from the stool and

removed it from my ass then she unpinned the larger one and slid

it out of me.  I was getting quite sore and I was glad to have

the dildos removed but I was afraid of what she might have in

mind for me.  Alex has her sadistic spells as I have my masochis-

tic ones and I was certain she was planning to cause me some

pain.  Out of her bag of toys she produced a Japanese sewing

clamp to which she attached a short leather thong then she at-

tached a spring and a large weight to the other end of the thong.

She held the clamp with its attachments up in front of my eyes

and asked me if I remembered how she had used this on me before.

Nodding "yes", I  closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was

next.  When I felt her fingers expose my swollen clit I couldn't

help but remember the time she had tied me standing spread eagle

and attached a clamp with a weighted spring to my clit then

whipped me.  She was very gentle when she closed the clamp on my

clit and positioned the thong so that the weight and spring hung

off the edge of the stool.  But I knew that when I started to

struggle again the bouncing weight would take its toll on my

clit.  I knew she was going to whip me but I wasn't prepared for

the doubled up piece of neoprene tubing that she produced from

her bag.  It had been a while since she had really inflicted

heavy pain on me, this was going to be one of those times.

 

    Though I knew what to expect from a whipping, I wasn't ready

for the pain the tubing could inflict.  When the first lash

landed across the exposed part of my ass I think I screamed

louder than ever before.  Everytime I jerked from a lash of the

whip, my clit would be mercilessly tugged by the bouncing weight

and spring.  She delivered a total of ten lashes across my ass

while telling me how much my struggles and muffled screams excit-

ed her.  When she stepped around in front of me I could see that

she was working on her clit with her left hand and I knew she

would work me over until she came.  She brushed my left breast

with the tubing and smiled as I frantically shook my head "no".

When the first lash landed on my breast it triggered one of the

most violent orgasms I think I've ever had.  I don't remember

struggling very much while she continued whipping my breasts, I

just remember the sound of the whip, the pain in my breasts and

my screaming.  She had delivered eight slow lashes, five to my

left breast and three to my right, before she brought herself to

orgasm and collapsed into the chair in front of me.  I think the

weighted clamp on my clit was wasted at this point, I hardly

noticed its tugging during the whipping, all my senses were

centered on the impact of the tubing with my breasts.  Having

your breasts whipped with a small diameter plastic tube is some-

thing a woman will not easily forget, hardly any marks are left

but the pain is tremendous.

 

    When Alex had recovered, she removed the clamp from my clit,

the gag from my mouth and took me down off the stool.  I was so

weak and sore I could hardly walk.  She helped me up the stairs

and put me into a hot bath while she cleaned up downstairs and

took a shower in the other bathroom.  When she returned she

dragged me out of the bath, helped me dry off then took me to

bed.  That was several days ago and I'm still sore from the

ordeal she put me through.  As I said before, I'm not much into

inflicting pain on Alex but I'm considering giving her a taste of

her own medicine.  I'm still looking for a few good ideas but now

I'm willing to consider things that are a little more sadistic

than tickling although probably nothing too serious.  Any good

ideas out there??

 

      Kathy

 

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