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 SPECIAL WISH By Toran (12/08/00)

   "Ok, now pet.  This may be a little uncomfortable for a while, but
remember - it's for me." With that, she pulled on the rope and my wrists
were yanked upward by the snug leather straps connecting them to the rope
and pulley system that I had installed only days before.

   We switch back and forth between who is the pet and who is the Dominant.
We both had emerging personas that we found so exciting to explore and
neither of us wanted to let go of the other established traits.  I had
known for years that I was a natural Dom and the role she had first come to
enjoy was the submissive one.  But I was getting increasingly turned on by
my submission to her and it was her mind that had thought up this special
torment.  When I had anchored the bolt into a ceiling joist the other day,
I had fully intended that it be her who would be the first to `try it out'.

   But it was me.  Gagged with the biggest rubber ball gag we had, (she
hated to wear any gag and got back at me by making me wear the biggest
often), I had been prompted to give her my gift of submission by offering
her my wrists.  It was her `special Christmas wish.'

   My feet left the floor and I grunted from the sharp strain in my arms.
And still she pulled on the rope.  I had placed the ceiling bolt just
before the Christmas tree, visions of bound female hanging before the warm
glow of lights and sparkling ornaments dancing in my head.  We had just
days before visited the tree farm and cut down the 6 foot Fraser Fir and
the handmade straw star at the top was a good 6 1/2 feet off the floor.  My
5'-9" frame needed a chair to put the star up there and now, with her
slowly raising me higher and higher, it seemed that I would be looking at
the star from eye-level while she did her best to torment my body.

   Finally, the gentle creak of the pulley stopped and the ratchets bit
rope.  My feet dangled nearly a foot off the floor, my body straining to
support itself solely by my wrists.  I bit hard on the ball gag, feeling
the warmth of arousal harden my dick.  She stepped forward, a mischievous
smirk on her lips, and inspected her work, circling me, patting my ass and
slapping my thighs as she went.

   "Oh, my dear pet, you seem to be enjoying this." She gently stroked my
dick, looking up into my face with fire in her eyes.  I knew she was
enjoying this too.  Padding back over to the `toy box' that she had me drag
out from the bedroom earlier, I gazed at her pantied ass as she bent to
rummage inside.  Oh how I wished I could paddle that wonderful butt of
hers. I would hoist her up here as I was, and redden her behind until her
tears dripped to the floor.

   But it was me who would no doubt feel the sting of the crop, or the bite
of the paddle, or the pinch of the clamps.  She straightened and turned,
showing me the bundle of leather straps in her hand.  "This should keep
those feet from flailing around when the fun starts." She smiled broadly at
my gagged moan and bent to belt my ankles, knees and thighs together,
cinching each buckle with a little chuckle, until I hung motionless before
her, helplessness now complete.

   "There, now.  Feel better?  More ... secure?" She delicately licked the
tip of my dick, her eyes solemnly studying mine.  He tongue darted faster
and faster and I threw my head back.  The she stopped and I whimpered. 
Before I could open my eyes and try to protest, she started again, this
time gently taking the head of my dick into her mouth.  Her hands found my
ass and I felt her fingernails digging into my flesh.  There was absolutely
nothing I could do but endure.  Hanging the way I was, I was powerless to
stop her.

   Just when I thought I would ride the pleasure and pain to a thundering
orgasm, she abruptly stood up and walked to the toy chest once more.  I
hung my head.  "These will keep you company while I catch a nap and ponder
what to do with my wonderful Christmas present." She clamped the tiny
nipple clips and waves of pain shot through me.  It would be many minutes
before the sharp throbbing gave way to the warm tingling, which would give
way again to the dull painful pulses that echoed my heart.  And I would
endure it all, would be forced to, for her.