Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2010 16:07:53 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: Undercover

Undercover by Laura  Lynn Davis, F/F, bondage, romance

I was asked to volunteer for an undercover assignment and  I jumped at the
chance. It involved an operation designed to break up a major  porn
operation that was feeding stills and videos to several very successful web  sites.
So far, the agency had been unable to find anything illegal about the  group'
s operations. There was no chance of infiltrating anyone into the
production side because it was too tightly  controlled.
The only way in would be to insert an agent posing as a  bondage model.
That's where I came in. My name is Amanda Adams and  although I was almost
twenty-four at the time I easily passed for eighteen. The  trick was to make
me look even younger because they liked to use  eighteen-year-olds who look
fifteen or sixteen. The fact that I'm 5' 4" and  weigh 112 pounds helped -
I definitely don't look  threatening.
I was interviewed four times before being accepted for  the assignment. The
first interview was with a consulting physiologist, the  other's with
increasingly important administrators within the agency. My final  interview was
with the director herself, signifying that the assignment was  mine.
When I arrived in the director's outer office her  personal assistant
greeted me with a smile. "The director is expecting you Ms.  Adams. Please go
right in." I was surprised since long waits in the director's  outer office
were legendary. It wasn't really an interview. We chatted for a  while and
then she shook my hand and wished me good  luck.
The following morning I reported to a small office in the  bowels of the
headquarters annex. A young woman in her late twenties greeted me  with a
smile. "Hi, Amanda. I'm Kate. Please remove your clothes and we'll get  started.
"
I stared at her in surprise. "Get started on what? Why do  I have to strip?
I thought you were just going to trim my hair and color it  purple or
something."
She laughed, "God no! You need much more than that. I'm  going to cut and
color your hair but I'm also going to remove your pubic hair,  pierce your
navel and one nipple, and give you a small tattoo. And that's doing  what I
think is minimally necessary for this  assignment."
I stared at her in disbelief. "What would you do if you  did everything you
think is necessary?"
"Pierce both nipples, your outer labia on both sides,  your clitoral hood,
and maybe your clit. I'd give you a fairly large tattoo  on your lower back

that's all the rage now, and maybe pierce your  tongue."
I  shivered. "Do you really think all that's necessary?"
She shrugged again. "Who knows? But I was told to do the  minimum so that'
s what I'll do. Are you having second  thoughts?"
"Yes. Lots of them. But I'm not going to back out." I  slipped my jacket
off as I followed her through a door at the back of the room.  The next room
was larger. In the dead center of the room was a padded leather  table just
like you'd find in a doctor's office, right down to the  stirrups.
I hung my jacket on a coat rack just to the right of the  door. I removed
my weapon and locked it the gun safe next to the coat rack. Kate  watched in
silence as I stripped down to bra and panties. Then I took a deep  breath
and unhooked my bra. Finally, staring at spot on the wall behind Kate, I
pushed my panties down and stepped out of the them.
I'm small and slim but I have firm, full breasts and they  bounced gently
as I walked over and climbed onto the table. My skin is olive and  Kate
nodded approvingly. "No tan lines. That's good. It's hard to explain how a
homeless girl with no money has time to get a tan."
She put her hand on my knee and I jumped, surprised. I  grabbed her wrist
and lifted her hand off my knee. She smiled gently. "Agent  Adams, you're
going undercover as a bondage  model. People will see you nude and fondle you.
It's very likely that you'll be  used sexually, in any number of ways.  You
'll also be abused - spanked, whipped, clamps on your nipples - things
like that. Do you want to change your mind?"
I wanted to scream yes as loud as I could. But I just  shook my head and
released her wrist. She stood there, stroking my thighs, while  she asked a
series of questions.
"I know you're not a virgin but tell me how many lovers  have you had and
how long has it been since you've had  sex?"
I stared over her shoulder. "Three or four. And it's been  nearly six
months."
"Have you performed oral  sex?"
"Yes."
"Have you experienced anal  sex?"
"No." She frowned at my  response.
"Have you ever had sex with another  woman?"
"No. Are these questions  necessary?"
"Yes, they are. You will probably experience all of the  things I've
mentioned. Do you want to change your mind  now?"
I shook my head stubbornly. Her hands were at the top of  my thighs, just
resting there, soft and warm against my skin. I was beginning to  lubricate.
Kate was blonde,  slightly taller then me and very slender. I took a good
look at her for the  first time and realized that she was rather pretty.
"Are you wet?"
I nodded, blushing. "Yes."
She smiled. "Good. It's a natural reaction when your nude  and being
stroked." She patted my thigh. "Stretch out and we'll get rid of your  pubic
hair first."
I stretched out and she swung the stirrups up. I placed  my feet in them
and then she put the attached straps, something you don't  normally see at the
doctor's office, around my ankles. "I'm strapping you down  for two
reasons - to keep you from moving while I shave you and to get you used  to being
restrained."
With my feet secure, she swung the stirrups out to the  side, spreading me
wide open. Then she drew my arms above my head and attached  leather
restraints to my wrists, pulling them tight. Another strap went around  my waist. I
was totally helpless, totally exposed, and scared. And, although I  didn't
want to admit it, even to myself, I was very  aroused.
Kate trimmed my thick, unruly pubic bush with a pair of  scissors. Then she
soaked a face cloth in hot water and placed it over my pubic  mound. She
stood next to me, one hand resting on my belly, and let the hot cloth  soften
my pubic hair. "Are you scared?"
I nodded and licked my lips. "Yes, a little." Which was a  lie. I was damn
scared.
After a couple of minutes she removed the cloth and  spread shaving cream
over my mound. I wiggled as her fingers brushed the cream  over every inch of
my vulva. She glanced at me and grinned. "You're very ....  responsive."
She walked over to a cabinet and took out an old  fashioned straight razor.

She smiled when she saw the look on my face. "Relax, I'm  not going to cut
off anything that you really  need."
"Jesus! You've got a weird sense of humor." I tried,  unsuccessfully to
kept my voice quavering.
She shaved me with deft strokes, cleaning the blade after  every swipe. She
was very good and I didn't feel a thing. When she was done she  washed me
with the same cloth and held a mirror so I could see the results. I  was
smooth and bare and I found the sight of my bare vulva shockingly  erotic.  "Aren
't you going to  release me now?"
She shook her head. "No, I might as well pierce you  first." I stared at
the ceiling while she pierced me. She used a device similar  to the one's
used to pierce ears - on my navel anyway. She pierced my right  nipple the old
fashion way - clamp and needle. She cleaned my nipple with a  cotton ball
soaked in alcohol before applying the clamp. It hurt like hell and I
whimpered as she tightened it.
She smiled at me and said, "Good. You have a high pain  threshold." She
stood there, rubbing my belly gently, while the clamp did its  work. After a
minute or two she pushed a needle thorough the hole in the clamp  and I bit
my lip to keep from screaming. Then she removed the clamp and quickly
inserted a delicate gold ring through the hole. She cleaned my nipple with
another cotton ball and the alcohol stung like the devil. I had tears in my eyes
before she was done.
"Are you going to release me  now?"
She smiled. "In a moment." Her hand moved down across my  belly and my
eyes widened as she cupped my vulva. I shook my head. "No,  please."
"You're very wet. I think you like  this."
I shook my head and whispered, "No!" But I was lying and  she knew it. She
ran the tip of her finger along my slit and down to my anus. I  shook my
head back and forth and whimpered, "No,  please!"
She ignored me and continued to run her finger back and  forth from my clit
to my anus. I started to cry. But when I pushed up against  her hand she
chuckled softly and leaned to kiss me. I closed my eyes and moaned  with
pleasure as she gently masturbated me to  orgasm.
When it was over I lay there and stared up at her in  silence. I was
drenched with perspiration. I smiled but she shook her head and  said, "I know you
enjoyed that but how are you going to feel when they whip you  there?"
My smiled disappeared. "I'll scream but I can take  it."
She shook her head with an exasperated expression on her  face. "Oh, I have
no doubt you can take it. You're just as competitive as the  rest of them.
The problem is I  think you'll like it."
I shook my head. "That's crazy and you know  it."
"Really?" She walked to the cabinet and returned with a  wide leather
strap. She doubled it and brought it down between my legs. I  screamed as the
pain cut through me like a knife. She gave me four more hard  strokes that
left me sobbing. Then she cupped my vulva. "You're wet. Very wet."  She tossed
the strap aside and began to removed the  bindings.
I was still crying when I sat up and turned sideways. My  hair was damp
with sweat, plastered to my head. She got a hair drier and dried  it. Then I
moved onto a stool and she cut it so that it was no more than 3" long
anywhere. It gave me a rather boyish look. Then she had me wet it in the sink  and
she dyed it, putting blue streaks all through  it.
Finally, I stretched out on the table again, on my  stomach, with my head
resting on my crossed arms and she gave me a little tattoo  on my back, just
above the crease between my buttocks. I'd chosen a simple  design - a little
flower. "How come you know all of this - piercing and  tattooing and all?"
"I do it on the side."
The tattoo took more than an hour and I dozed, despite  the pain. When it
was done she stood up and stretched. Then she patted my  buttocks. "All done."

I got up and walked over to a full-length mirror mounted  to one side of
the door. I twisted and turned while I examined the tattoo. I had  to admit
that it looked sexy. My appearance was completely changed by the  haircut and
dye job. I picked up my panties and was about to step into them when  she
said, "No, not yet. Come over here."
She was sitting on the stool I'd sat on while she cut my  hair. "Down on
your knees, slave."
When I hesitated she snapped, "Get with it, agent. You're supposed to be a
 submissive bondage model. A fucking slave. Now get down on your  knees."
I dropped to my knees and for the next two hours she  taught me some common
poses. At the end, I was on my belly, licking her shoes.  "Very good, slut.
 You can get up  now."
I got to my feet and stood there with my hands at my  sides. "Anything else?
"
She shook her head. "No, agent. You can go. Good  luck."
I walked over to the coat rack and put my clothes on. I  stopped at the
door and turned to face her. "Thanks,  Kate."
She smiled sadly and shook her head. "No need to thank  me. You're just
another slut."

I nodded, trying not  to let my shock show. Then I turned and walked out
the  door.
It took me two weeks to make contact. I started by moving  into a sleazy
room in a downtown fleabag. Then I got a job working as a topless  barmaid at
a strip joint not far from where our friends had their  studio.
One of the guys saw me and asked me if I was interested  in doing video.
"For more money than you'll make  here."
I pretended to be indifferent but I let him talk me into trying out. The
next morning I went to the studio, arriving shortly after 10:00 a.m. When I
walked in a rather attractive woman in her thirties glanced at me and
smiled.  "You must be the new bitch. Take your clothes off."
The air conditioning was cranked way up and I stood  there, naked and
shivering, while she looked me over. "Nice body. Small, but  very nice." She
tweaked my nipples, which were hard and pointy from the cold,  and grinned. "
Very sensitive."
She sat down and pulled me onto her lap. I sat there and  let her fondle me
while she told me that I'd be paid $200 an hour, four hour  minimum. "You'
ll be fucked and abused and we expect you to take it. And we want  you to
cry and scream and beg. All of our people are clean. You'll need to get a
blood test." She wrote a name and address on a slip of paper. "Go see this
doctor. He'll get the test done and have the results in two days."
I left and went straight to the doctor's office. He drew  blood and said he'
d have the results in forty-eight hours. I went back to the  bar and worked
until the woman came in a couple of days later and told me I was  clean. "
You do your first video tomorrow."
I arrived at 10:00 a.m. and the woman, Nell, took me  right into the
studio.
I undressed and followed her over to the set. Another  girl, a slender
blonde who looked no more than fifteen was already there. She  had that awkward,
coltish look that many adolescent girls have. Nell introduced  us.  The
blonde's name was Sue. She  said she was a freshman at the university.
When I asked she said, "I'm doing it to pay for my  education."
Her body was lovely - all tanned except for where she'd  been covered by a
minimal thong and a very small top. Her small breasts were  firm and round,
tipped with little pink nipples. She was shaved, like me, and  had a tight
little butt. Her long, coltish legs were very beautiful. Her thighs  were
covered with a peach fuzz bleached white by the sun. She examined me as
frankly as I examined her and she nodded, apparently satisfied by what she  saw.
When they were ready the cameraman took his place and  Nell said, "Let's
do a quick test. Why don't you two get to know each  other."
We were sitting side-by-side on a padded platform about  48" on a side and
about 36" high. Sue turned and slipped her arms around me. The  camera
started rolling as she kissed me. Then her tongue was in my mouth and  suddenly I
was totally aroused. I slipped my arms around her, turning toward  her, and
rubbed her smooth back while I enthusiastically returned the  kiss.
We had sex in the classic 69 position, with Sue on top,  while the cameras
continued to roll. I wasn't an agent anymore. I was just a  sex-starved
young woman who wanted to be fucked. A guy came over and spread my  legs. I
moaned as his cock slid into my tight, wet cunt. Sue's tongue was  playing my
clit like an instrument. I came twice, each time better than the  last.  The
guy withdrew at the right  moment and shot his sperm over my belly.
Then they had Sue and I take turns spanking each other.  She sat on the
edge of the platform and I stretched out across her lap. She  spanked me with
her hand, a paddle, and finally with a leather strap while I  leaned over the
platform. I cried and whimpered and finally begged for mercy.  The camera
caught everything.
Then it was my turn. I spanked Sue at least as hard as  she'd spanked me.
She cried nicely and I enjoyed hear her sob. I realized  suddenly that Kate
had been right. I was enjoying the whole scene! I used the  strap hard,
turning Sue's cute butt a bright red, savoring her cries of  pain.
We took a break after that and I went into the bathroom  and threw up. I
was disgusted with myself for proving Kate right. Sue came in  while I was
washing my face. She'd put on a little cropped Tee that stopped  short of her
navel, and a pair of white socks, but she was bare in between and  looked
much sexier somehow.
She stood behind me and began to rub my shoulders. I  stood there, sighing,
as she worked the tension out of my muscles. "This is your  first time, isn'
t it?"
I shook my head. "No, I've done it before. Lots of  times."
She grinned and shook her head. "No, you haven't. I've  been eating pussy
since I was fifteen and I can tell a first-timer every time."  She bent and
kissed the back of my neck. "Don't worry, I won't tell  Nell."
I glanced at her reflection. "Why are you doing this,  really?"
"I told you. To pay for my education." She smiled, "And  because the sex
is great. Especially with the women. I hate the pain while  they're
inflicting it but thinking about it afterward excites me. So does the  anticipation."
"How bad does it get?"
"Usually not that bad. They want to make you scream and  they want it clear
that you are in pain, but they don't go too far. It's not  good business
to hurt us too much." She slipped her hand around and cupped my  breasts. I
leaned back against her with a sigh. "The worst pain I ever felt was  when
Nell dabbed some Ben-Gay on my clit and anus. I screamed so long and so  loud
that I lost my voice for three days!"
I shivered. "God, I hope she doesn't do that to  me!"
"She will, but not today." She squeezed my breasts and  stepped back.
"Reach back and spread your buttocks." I hesitated and  she slapped me on
the ass. "Do it."
I leaned forward slightly and reached back and spread my  buttocks. I
moaned when I felt an eddy of cool air touch my anus. She cupped my  vulva and
then pushed her thumb into my anus. I moaned and whimpered, staring at  her
reflection in the mirror. "This is the bowling ball  grip."
I held onto the sink as she lifted me off my feet for a  moment. Her middle
finger slipped into my wet pussy. "Do you want me to  stop?"

I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head.  "Nooo."
She brought me to orgasm very quickly, her thumb deep in  my ass.
Afterward, while she was washing her hands, I asked her  if she thought of
herself as a lesbian. She thought a moment before answering.  "No, I don't
really thing of myself as anything but a person who likes, loves,  sex. I do
lean more toward women, but I hate labels. They're like boxes, trying  to
hold you in."
She dried her hands and we walked back to the set. She  stroked my buttocks
gently as we walked. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed  having her
touch me. I bumped her with my hip and she slid her arm around my  waist.
Ten minutes later I watched her hanging face-down over  the platform. She
had leather restraints on her wrists and ankles. She'd  stretched out on her
belly while chains connected to a manual hoist were  attached to the
restraints. I'd listened to her grunt as she was hoisted into  the air. I thought
her shoulders would be dislocated but they weren't. She  whimpered softly as
her nipples were clamped. Her whimpers went up in volume as  heavy weights
were attached to the clamps. A wooden dowel, like a horse's bit  was placed
her in mouth and secured by leather thongs that tied behind her  head.  It
did nothing to muffle her  screams.
I crouched nearby, my wrists secured behind my back, and  watched. I was
placed so I'd been seen on-camera part of the time. My knees were  spread, per
Nell's order, to make sure I was fully exposed. My nipples were  clamped
and weighted. Nell whipped Sue with a narrow leather strap. She  concentrated
on her buttocks and Sue's whimpers soon turned to cries of anguish.  I could
see the tears streaming down her face. I hated what they were doing and
was ashamed that it excited me to hear Sue scream and  cry.
A guy came over and blocked my view. He unzipped, took  his cock out, and
pushed it into my mouth. I closed my eyes and let him fuck me  in my mouth.
When he came in my  mouth and I swallowed I had to finally admit that Kate
had been completely  right. I loved being used like this.
When he was out of the way I watched them fuck Sue with a  dildo mounted on
a pole. She grunted softly each time the dildo was thrust into  her vagina
and I assumed, correctly, that they were hitting her cervix with  almost
every stroke. They fucked her steadily for about ten minutes and then it  was
my turn.
I jerked and twitched while Nell whipped me but I had to  try and control
myself to avoid dislocating my shoulders. I was crying from the  pain in my
nipples before Nell started whipping me. I could see everything I was  facing
a mirrored wall. Nell whipped me until I was screaming continuously.  Then
they fucked me and I grunted like  Sue had as the dildo rammed my cervix.
They weren't fucking me for my pleasure,  just for show, so they didn't
concern themselves with how I  felt.
I hung there for what seemed like hours but in reality it  wasn't more than
twenty minutes. When they broke briefly to change tape they  left the dildo
in my cunt. Sue came over and wiped away my tears after removing  the
weights and clamps. I was drooling uncontrollably. She stood and whispered
soothing nonsense while rubbing my belly gently.
In a change of script they sent Sue to do me with her  tongue while I was
still hanging there. One of the guys spread my buttocks and  shoved a dildo
up my ass and then Sue took his place. She brought me to orgasm  as quickly
as possible and then they let me down. I was on the platform,  face-down,
when Sue removed the dildo from my ass. She sat and stroked me while  the
restraints were removed. We were done for the  day.
We showered together and left. Sue got into an old Tempo  and headed back
to campus. I went back to my room and took a nap. I'd quit my  job at the
bar. I had a check for $800 in my pocket. Evidence in case we ever  made an
arrest. Before I went to sleep I called in and asked for a check to be  run on
Susan Washburn, a freshman at the university. Later, when I checked my
voice mail I learned that she was exactly who she said she  was.
The next day I went back but they didn't need me that  day. I called Sue
and got her room mate. She told me that Sue was in her English  class. I drove
over to the campus and found the class room. I waited outside and  when Sue
came out she looked like any other freshman girl - clean and
well-scrubbed, her eyes shining, her blonde hair pulled back into a  ponytail.
She greeted me with a smile and accepted my offer of  coffee at Starbucks,
just off campus. She was wearing shorts, a cropped Tee, and  running shoes
and looked adorable. I was wearing a similar outfit but my Tee  wasn't
cropped and my shorts weren't quite as short as hers. But then my legs  weren't
as nice as hers.
As I pulled out onto the street she reached over and put  her hand on my
thigh, just below my shorts. "I want you, Amanda. Can we skip the  coffee?"
I nodded and took her to the room I'd rented. I was  ashamed to take her
there but I couldn't very well take her to my apartment. We  undressed each
other and made love slowly. Later, we cuddled together, our  bodies slick with
sweat. She told me she loved me and I started to cry. I stayed  away from
her after that, only seeing her at the studio. She was puzzled and  hurt and
it broke my heart.
The investigation sputtered on for two weeks. I made six  or seven videos
all told and found no evidence that they were using underage  girls. No
evidence of any other crimes being committed. I submitted my report  and the
investigation was closed.
I ran into Kate a day later. She smiled and looked at me  closely. "How'd
it go?"
I shrugged. "It was dud. They're completely  legal."
"How are you?"
I looked away and took a deep breath. "I just resigned.  You were right, I
loved the whole scene. And I fell in love. With a pretty  college girl."
She nodded. "What are you going to  do?"
I smiled. "I'm going to get her out of that scene and  make sure she's a
full-time student and nothing more. Then I'm going to work at  the bar and
make videos. I'm more suited for it than she is. She's just a nice  girl
doing what she needed to do to stay in school. I'm a  slut."
I nodded and walked away. I found Sue at her dorm and  asked her to go for
a walk with me. I told her the entire story. "So, you're not  making any
more videos. You're going to study hard and graduate with honors. Do  you
understand? I'll pay your tuition and send you a check every  week."
She stared at me in silence for a moment. "Aren't we  going to be together?
"
I shook my head. "No, I don't want you anywhere near me  or that scene." I
turned and walked away, headed for my car. I could hear her  crying and it
took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep walking when I  wanted to
run back and take her in my arms and kiss her tears  away.
That night, back in my own apartment, I was surprised to  hear my doorbell
ring. I glanced through the peep hole and saw Sue standing  there with a
determined look on her face. "Go  away."
She banged on the door. "Open up, Amanda. Don't make me  cause a scene."
She continued to bang on the door and I finally opened it  a few inches.
She pushed her way in and I closed the door and locked  it. She pushed me
up against the door and hissed, "You're mine. Got that? You're  not going to
push me away! Understand?"
She had me by the throat and I couldn't breathe. I nodded  frantically and
croaked, "I can't breathe."
She let me go and I took a couple of deep breaths. She  took me in her
arms, kissed me thoroughly, and the walked me over to the sofa.  She sat down
and told me to get my clothes off. I undressed quickly and she  pulled me onto
her lap. I rested my head against her shoulder and sighed while  she
fondled me.
Later, I agreed that we'd both do the videos but only  with each other. No
more sex with others. If Nell didn't agree than I'd find  some other way to
support us.
As it turned out, Nell didn't agree and I began looking  for a job. I
lucked into a job that I qualified for because of my degree in  accounting.  I
worked and Sue went  to school. She moved in with me after her freshman year
was over. Now, she's a  sophomore and doing quite well, her GPA is 3.93. I'm
working as an accountant  and I occasionally moonlight as a topless barmaid
and why not? The tips are damn  good.
One night, as I cuddled next to Sue on the sofa, I told  her about Kate and
how I'd been prepared for the assignment. I was naked but Sue  was dressed,
more or less, and trying to read an assigned book. Finally,  exasperated,
she put the book down and listened. She toyed with my nipple ring  and
finally, when I was done, she smiled. "You enjoyed being prepared, didn't  you?"
I nodded and smiled, "Yes, I  did."
Sue kissed me on the tip of my nose. "You're such a slut!  Tell you what,
we'll go to her shop some night soon and have her do your other  nipple and
maybe your labia. Would you like that?"
"Yes, very much." A few days later we went to Kate's and  I stood there
naked while they discussed what else should be done. I didn't mind  being
naked. In fact, I quite enjoyed it and they both knew it. Kate did my  other
nipple in the same way - clamp and needle. This time I wasn't strapped  down.
Sue stood next to me, her hand resting on my shoulder. That held me more
effectively than any bindings could. Over the next month Kate did my labia,
clit, and clit hood.
Then Sue decided it was enough. While I pouted she turned  to Kate with a
smile. "She just likes coming her and stripping in front of us.  She's a
total slut."
Kate chuckled. "I know. You can come over any time. I  enjoy seeing her
naked."
I paused with my panties halfway up my thighs. "Why don't  you get Sue to
take her top off? Her tits are much prettier than mine. Pierce  her."
Kate glanced at Sue and raised one eyebrow. Sue shook her  head. "No,
absolutely not!"
I made a puck-puck sound.  "Chicken!"
Sue glanced at me and hissed, "Your ass is going to be so  sore..."
A moment later her top and bra were off and Kate was  examining her
breasts.
I teased Sue's nipples erect and if looks could kill I  would have dropped
on the spot. Kate found a pair of stainless steel studs done  in a satin
finish that contrasted nicely with Sue's pink nipples and tanned  skin. I was
surprised to see her start to cry as Kate clamped her nipples. I  felt a rush
of guilt and told Kate to stop. I watched Sue slip into her bra and  pull
her top on.
We left a few minutes later. I apologized as we walked to  the car. Sue
smiled and said, "You're such a fish!"     I stopped and stared at her,
realizing that I'd been had. She grinned. "I'm still going to whip your ass
until you can't sit down." She did and I couldn't. At least not until the next
 morning. I had to sleep on my belly that night.
The sex is great and my only worry is that Sue will tire  of me and leave
me for a girl her own age. Every time I bring it up she spanks  my bare ass
until I'm sobbing. Then I spend an hour in the corner, on my knees,  naked.
When the hour is over, I go  to her on my belly and beg her to forgive me.
She lets me grovel and kiss her pretty  knees until she's good and ready to
forgive me. Life is  good.
The End.
NOTE: This story grew out of two videos I downloaded from
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.torture a few days ago. In one, from INSEX.COM, a  girl is
suspended face-down and subject to various torments.  She's the inspiration for
Amanda. This  video turned me on more than anything else ever has. The clip
started with the  girl, Violet, laying on her side on a padded table. Her
head is resting on her  folded hands, her knees drawn up so that her thighs
are parallel with the bottom  edge of the table. The camera pans over her
body in a close-up that shows her  body in detail. She is sobbing gently and
rope marks on her arms and legs make  it obvious that she's already undergone
some punishment. Her breasts are full  and nicely shaped, her nipples a dark
beige that I've never seen before.  Despite her obvious distress she turns
onto her back obediently and allows new ropes to be tied to her wrists and
ankles. I enjoyed the way her taut belly looked as she lay there being
trussed  up. Her legs were spread to show her vulva. When the ropes are all in
place she  turns onto her stomach while they are tied to a D-ring attached to
a manual  hoist. She grunts in pain as she's hoisted into the air. Heavy
clamps are  affixed to her nipples and she begins to cry. A dowel is put into
her mouth and  the attached leather thongs are tied behind her head. She
hangs there sobbing  while more weights are added to the clamps on her nipples.
Later, she grunts and  whimpers as she's fucked with a dildo on a pole.