I want to strip all the clothes of your sweet firm body, my hands searching over your skin, finding...
I want to strip all the clothes of your sweet firm body, my hands searching over your skin, finding all your sweet little places, the spots that make you sigh, bite your lip, moan. Exploring your little pussy with my fingers as you press your warm naked flesh against me, feeling you get nice and wet.
I put my fingers in your mouth and have you taste yourself. Then I push you down on the bed and order you to spread yourself so I could get a look at that sweet little hole. I run my tongue down your body, getting closer and closer to your swollen clit and then I stop, teasing you. I take some rope and tie your each ankle to a bed post, tie it really tight. Then I tie each wrist to another bed post so you were spread eagled naked before me.
I stand over you and take out my cock, stroking it, letting you look at how hard I am for you, letting you watch the pear of precum on the tip and i touch it to your lips. Moaning as your body arches and you fight against the bonds, your wrists going a little red from the pressure.
I step closer and tie a blindfold over your eyes. You are plunged into darkness, the sound of your own heavy breathing pounding in your ears. You can also hear me moving around the bed, quietly walking around you. You don’t know where I will touch you. The feeling of anticipation is driving you wild.
My wet breath is next to your ear as I whisper to you that I’m leaving. Then you hear me walk out the door, it closing behind me. You are gutted, writhing against your ropes on the bed, naked and dripping. You moan and whimper and call out. You start to lose all concept of time. have you been waiting 15 mins or an hour? You lie there in the dark with your pussy on fire, praying for my return.
Then someone walks into the room. You call out my name but the person doesn’t answer. You can hear them walking around the bed. Are their foot steps heavier than mine? Is this me in the room or someone else? You keep calling out and they don’t answer. The hair on the back of your neck is standing on end as you feel their hungry eyes all over your helpless naked body.
You feel a hand on your skin and it’s electric. It shoots through you. It wanders up to your nipples and tweaks them roughly. You buck up off the bed, your wet lil pussy crying out for attention. The person roughly grabs your hips and pushes a rock hard meaty cock into you. Is it mine? It feels familiar, but you are half crazy with lust.
The cock is fucking you hard and deep. You cum immediately, your pussy gripping around this cock, this strangers cock. He keeps fucking you hard, ramming you. You cum again and again. You hear a grunt and the cock pulls out of your little pussy, then you jump a little as you feel his warm cum spraying over your belly, pooling on your skin.
He leaves without a word. You are left blindfolded and tied, cum on your skin, dripping down your body.
Sometime later the blindfold is taken off you. You see me there. I am wiping the cum off you with a towel. I tell you it was me all along.
But can you really be sure?
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After booting the computer went right into its program. A voice came on.
“Good Afternoon, Samantha. I will walk you through your preparations and travel to the retreat. From this point forward do not turn off this program or the computer. You have been provided an adapter that will allow you to plug it in to the lighter socket in your car when traveling. Do you understand?” Two blocks, YES and NO appeared on the screen. She clicked YES.
“Very good. Now open compartment one.” She did. Inside was a metal belt. It was about two inches wide, about 22” around and appeared to clip into itself where it joined. She lifted it up and inspected it. It was pretty light and very well made. This was no inexpensive item. “Please put that around your waist at the narrowest point below your clothing. Make sure that it joins together in front.” She started trying to feed it under her shirt and finally just removed her shirt. It fit nicely and snuggly around her waist. It clicked closed. It was not too tight, although it was shaped in an oval form so it would not rotate. She could not see any latch or mechanism to remove it. She wondered what on earth this was for, what it had to do with either yoga or meditation, but it did look good on her.
“Now open compartment two.” She did so. Inside there was a curved somewhat triangular shaped piece of metal and some flexible metal lines that looked like they were woven from some very expensive metal. The entire thing gleamed. “To properly install this you must remove all your clothing below your waist. She had already taken off her shirt. She removed her panties. “All clothing, including undergarments must be removed.” The voice continued. How did it know? Must have just anticipated. Well, she was alone, so what. She removed her panties. Now she was dressed only in a silver colored metal belt and her bra. “The metal plate has three lines extending from it. The top part with two lines goes in front with the plate curing down between your legs. Please put the end of each of the two lines over the two hooks below the front of the belt. She had no trouble finding the hooks and feeding the end of each line over one of them. There was about 4 inches of flesh showing above the top of the triangle and between the belt. It really wasn’t a triangle. First it curved in under her body. Second the sides extending down in front where not straight, but were cut to allow it to go around her legs. It ended between her legs in a part about one inch wide. There was another line extending from the middle of this part. “Pull the last line between your legs and hook it over the hook in back of the belt.” She did as instructed. When all three lines were in place she heard a click and they seemed to lock there. Ok, a chastity belt. But a pretty one none-the-less. She thought. She fingered it. The plate was not too tight. She could reach her fingers underneath it. It would stop most male pursuers, it might slow her down a bit, but it wouldn’t stop her. They had not said anything about masturbation. She had not even thought about sex as she was going through this. She expected that she was going to be away from men for a year, but she hoped self pleasure was not off limits. She guessed it would all depend on just how moralistic they were. That could make it more difficult. But she remembered something in the materials about focusing sexual energy. She had a lot of that, although largely unfulfilled and neither focused or exploited of late.
“It is now time for you to be sure about your decision. Do you accept the new adornments that have been provided to you? If yes we will continue. If no you will remove them put them back in the box along with the computer and the box will be picked up. Do you accept?” She shrugged and pushed Yes.
“Very good.” Place your cell phone and the personal clothing you removed into compartment 1. Well, ok, she did.
“Open compartment three.” She did. Inside were two metal rings about four inches in diameter. Each ring then had six small metal lines similar to those on the chastity belt that met in the middle in a conically shaped something about 1 and half inches across. When she held the ring level the lines held the small cap in the center about 4 – 5 inches below the ring. “You must now remove your bra. This will take its place. You must push each breast into the ring so that the ring encompasses the entire breast and fits around the base of the breast. It is to be maneuvered so that the cap held by the lines will sit directly over the nipple. You will notice that the two rings are joined together. Obviously the joinder is in the middle between your breasts.” Samantha found this new device a little intimidating. She turned it over in her hands a few times before she tried it on. She finally figured what harm in trying it on. It looked like something out of an Arabian Nights painting. It actually went on easier than she had thought. She had ample breasts, and apparently the measurements she had provided allowed them to anticipate the necessary sizes. With her help the breasts slipped through the rings. It held them firmly, but not tightly. The rings would not easily fall off, but they could easily be pulled off. She made sure the cap fit over the nipple. It held in place for now, but there was enough slack in the lines to make her wonder how well it would hold there. It provided little for modesty and less if she moved to actively.
“There is another line in that compartment. It connects the two rings from the outside around your back one to the other. Please put it in place.” She did. She noticed that there were hooks waiting for it at the necessary locations. “Please check alignment of the caps on the nipples. When you are satisfied push the small button on the outside of the ring.” One nipple had slipped out of alignment while she was working with the line across her back. That confirmed her doubt about the efficacy of this fancy bra. She realigned the offending nipple and then she pushed the button. She checked the alignment of the other breast made some minor corrections and pushed that button. The ring tightened up a little. It was still not uncomfortable, but they held much tighter. Now it would not fall off. Then the lines to the nipples each retracted slightly until they actually indented into the flesh of each breast. Now the cap would stay in place. Very clever she thought. She was impressed and more willing to wear this fancy new item. It too, looked very nice.
“Please open compartment four.” She did. It was a collar. Also made of the silver material. “Please place around your neck with the clasp in the front.” She followed the instructions without question. Who would she question anyway? It clicked into place. It was not tight or uncomfortable. “You will find five lines in the compartment. There are two pairs and then a single longer line.” She did. “The two lines marked A attach to the hooks in the front of the collar and then to hooks at the top of the rings at each breasts. Please attach them.” She did. That was easy. “The next pair attached at the bottom of each breast ring and then at the top of the waist belt.” She found those hooks and applied the lines. “Finally, the longer line attaches at the back of the collar and extends down to the belt.” She hooked the line at the collar first and then went looking for the hook at the belt. It took a little more work and she had to lean back a bit, but eventually she got it done. “Please maneuver the back line to your left about an inch.” She moved the line. “The other left, please.” Oh, ok. She did and felt it snap together with the line around her body from her breast rings. “Please check alignment and press yes when satisfied.” She looked at it. She even went into the bathroom to use the mirror. It looked pretty damn sexy. She would love to have some of her girlfriends see her now. If she had a camera she would take a picture. She clicked yes and instantly heard all the hooks click. She ran her fingers over the connection points and realized that when they clicked the hook was pulled up into the belt, ring or collar locking it in place. These folks truly were a space age group. She wondered what the retreat would look like. She started to picture quiet pastoral settings with green grass, flowing fountains, and very enlightened people walking around in flowing togas.
“Do you accept these adornments?” The voice brought her back to the present. The screen displayed the familiar yes or no. Absolutely, she thought this looked just great. She clicked yes.
“This will be your last opportunity to opt out of the program. If you do, remove and return all adornments. Everything will be picked up and you can return to your old life. If you accept the program conditions will be confirmed and you will proceed. You will NOT be asked again. Accepting now is final. Do you accept?”
What choice did she really have at this point? She had given up her apartment. She had sold most of her things. She really wanted a new adventure and something different in her life. This certainly seemed like it was just that. The outfit was a bit strange, but just wearing it made her tingle. What the hell YES , this is what she had been praying for. She clicked .
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She was only 23, she was reasonably attractive, some people said more than reasonably, she was a...
She was only 23, she was reasonably attractive, some people said more than reasonably, she was a collage graduate and her life sucked. Yes, it officially sucked. It wasn’t that it was filled with disasters, she wasn’t’ about to spend the rest of her life in prison, she did not have a fatal disease that would kill her in the next six months, she wasn’t pregnant. That was just it, she just wasn’t!
She had taken up an apartment with Chris during their senior year in college. Both of them graduated at the same time, he in business, her in Zoology. She still wasn’t sure how she ended up with that major. It wasn’t like she was a freak about saving the world’s animals. She did think the different developments and function of different species and even groups within species was interesting, but, in order to really do anything with her degree she had to go on to post graduate work, and by the time she had finished her undergraduate degree she was really tired of school.
She had a reasonable GPA at 3.1, but she had not been able to find any real use for it or her degree after graduation. Chris, on the other hand had scored a good job within a month, most notably a big screen television. She had thought there were other priorities, but it was his money and it was hard for her to argue how he spent it. Then last month Chris had just announced it was over.
“Sam.” He said. She hated the name Sam. Her name was Samantha, but every Samantha ends up saddled with the nickname Sam. She had tried Sammy, but she didn’t like that much better. “Our lives have moved in different directions since we got together. I think it is time for me to go. I have rented another place so I will leave you with this one. All I am taking are my clothes and the big screen I bought. You can have the rest. I have paid the rent through the end of the month, and you can have the deposit. I’ll be out by the weekend.” And true to his word he was out by the weekend. He had moved into a place much more suited to his new professional capacity. Within a week he even had some fancy air head hanging on his arm. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know but her friends made a point of telling her. To make things worse all of her friends were in committed relationships that meant they did not have room for a single friend without a significant other.
So here she was, she had no job, no boyfriend, and almost no money. She had a 10 year old car, a student loan, and furniture that the Salvation Army would probably not take as a donation. She had enough money left in her checking account for the next two months. After that she was in real trouble. She had to find something and she needed to do it right now. She had been applying for jobs in retail, but she did not have the right personality for that. She knew it and the interviewers also seemed to know it. She had even tried being a barista, but had lost that position to some 17 year old with slightly larger breasts. She could try to land a guy, but two months wasn’t much time to find someone that would not turn her stomach and get to the lets share expenses stage. She had no single friends that she could land on and she did not expect any of her married friends to oblige. Her father was dead and her mother lived in a retirement home in San Francisco consuming whatever might be left of an in heritance that she might see, although she did not begrudge that. She only hoped there was enough that she didn’t have to start helping financially since she could not even help herself.
She knew if she didn’t get her head in the right position she would never express the right energy to get a good job, or anything else for that matter. Her yoga had helped, but she couldn’t afford the classes anymore and had dropped out. That really hurt. She still tried to meditate in the afternoon, when she was not interviewing, but she could not clear her mind. She still had her Internet, so she had been cruising yoga sites looking for new things to try (if she had been a guy she could just use porn sites.) when she found a site that seemed to be looking for information from people like her. It identified her frustration with knowing she was smart but not being able to use it. It identified her anger at the lack of meaning to most human interactions. It talked about experimental yoga and meditation designed to reach calm in this world and give one the tools to prevail. She really didn’t know why she was reading. She had no money to pay to join anything, even a web site. But, at least so far, it was not asking for any money. Then she came to the part where it said there were scholarships being offered for a new experimental program. It would require a one year commitment and total dedication to the teachings. She could do that.
She clicked into the application area and prepared what was called a preliminary application. In included such information as her marital, educational, work and family background. When she was filling out the work part she thought her current situation might actually be of aid to her. It asked if the applicant was willing or able to take a year away from their job. She certainly was. It did ask for some financial information, but she had been use to that on scholarship applications in college. It wanted to know if she had any long term leases, mortgages, or loans that could not be deferred for a year. She was good there. She had her student loans, but she was willing to forget those for a year. Her car was paid for and there was only two months left on the lease. It was in Chris’ name anyway. She could actually walk away tomorrow. It asked if she was willing to live without contact with other human beings for extended periods of time. She was so fed up with human beings that she would be happy to be where there were none. She had had it up to her eyeballs with the crowds of people in LA. Finally it asked her to activate her web cam on her computer. She did. Then she was asked to do a close up into cam, then profile, then to move back for a full body view. This seemed a little strange, but she wasn’t asked to do anything strange so she did it. “Well that was fun”, she thought. It had actually improved her spirits a bit. Although she figured this was right up there with her lottery ticket. What were the chances she would be accepted for such a thing?
The next day she received an e-mail from the website. She was a finalist. She was afraid to give in to her excitement. She wanted this. She didn’t even know all the details yet, but she really wanted it. She had had just too much rejection the last six months. She couldn’t get this far and then lose it. She was instructed to go to the website and to log on for an on-line chat interview. The questions got very personal including things about her sexual experience and activities that she thought was off base, but just as she was about to object to a line of questions the interviewer moved to something else. Then she was told it was in for final consideration. She would know in a week. As a final part of the process she had to agree now to the following:
If accepted she would have 30 days to get her affairs in order. She would have to close up her apartment. Either sell or put her belongings in storage and make arrangements for the payment for at least the next year. She could set up a bank account with automatic payments, but she would be unable to look at or even think about the account for the year. She would receive a stipend of $500 per month that would go to the account and she could allocate it, but during the year of the program there were be nothing involving money. She would have none to spend and would have no need of any. This sounded pretty good to her right then. Of course she agreed.
She would have no contact with any of her old friends or any contacts from the beginning of the program until it was finished. Upon acceptance she would hand over her cell phone and contact would stop. She was certainly willing to do that.
She would swear off all material things for the year. She would be given what she needed and she would rely only upon what she was provided. Ok, a little more difficult, but she understood the concept.
Her diet would be only natural wholesome foods provided specially for her; they would be low in sugars, fats, and chemicals. There would be no access to junk food during the program. She could do that too. Again difficult, but if the temptation was not around she knew she could do it.
She would commit her mind, body and soul to the words and teachings of the Master. Only through absolute belief could she find enlightenment. Ok, this was the normal Zen bullshit, but she knew the drill. Yes, of course.
She really was excited now. This was sounding better and better all the time.
It was only 4 days when she received the next e-mail. She had been accepted and sponsored. Her report date was in 30 days. She would receive a package with preparatory materials a day or two before her departure date. She would need to use her own car to drive to the location. It was about a 7 hour drive so she should make sure her car was up to it. In the mean time she needed to complete all of the other required tasks, including closing out her apartment. There was another questionnaire for her to complete. It called for all of her measurements. ALL. Including her wrists, ankles, neck, chest above and below her breasts, waist, hips, arm length, instep. Everything. It explained that she would be wearing special garments and they needed to fit. She was told to be very careful with the measurements and even to measure twice before accepting the number. She wasn’t going to blow this now over a few body measurements. So she did it and had all the information back to them the next day. She would have done it the same day but she had to borrow a tape.
The next three weeks ended up being very busy. She was not sure how to describe this to her friends so she finally told them she had been accepted to an ashram where she was going to perform yoga and meditate for a year. They all thought she had lost her mind, but nobody tried very hard to talk her out of it. She sensed that most of them were more than happy to have her out of their hair for a year. And, who knows maybe she would be back with a new better attitude. She was leaving the apartment about three weeks early which did not make the landlord happy. She told him just to keep the deposit. It was Chris’ deposit anyway. He complained about that too and she just told him tough.
As the date approached she had everything ready. She had been told that she needed to be able to leave by the morning of the 30th day, so the day before she had the movers come and take what furniture she had determined to keep and place it in storage. She had set up the monthly payments as automatic withdrawals from her bank account as directed. This included virtually all of her clothing. She had been told to keep only one comfortable outfit which would serve only for her to wear while she was driving. She had kept another outfit for the night before in case she wanted to go out and splurge on something before the year began. She figured she would just throw it into the trunk of her car. They had said no make-up, but she had a little in her toiletry kit. They had not mentioned that, but she assumed such basics as a toothbrush and deodorant would be ok. By 3 pm the place was ready. It wasn’t clean, but everything was gone. She had actually paid a cleaning lady to come in in the morning after she left and clean it up and then deliver her keys to the landlord. She, by then would be well on her way to her adventure. She wanted to go on-line and check out anything new at the website, but her computer had been packed and taken away; just as they had insisted.
She was curious that the materials she had been expecting had not arrived. But then her bell rang and it was a delivery man with a box. She had him set it in her living room and then he left. Finally, she thought. She opened the top of the box and it revealed a lap top computer. A note taped to the top said: “plug me in and turn me on.” Ok, she could do that.
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