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 NO JOKE By Toran (7/14/02)

   "You must be joking", she said, eyeing the big rubber ballgag -
supersized for his pleasure.

   "I don't know about that, Sharon.  Why don't you tell me." He stepped
behind her and gave the metal handcuffs one more click, snugging them up
even tighter.  "Does that feel like a joke?"

   She gave him a little squeal - god, didn't she know that that sort of
thing would only get him going even more?  He slipped the ballgag around
her neck, just as if he were helping her with one of the diamond necklaces
he'd bought her so many times - she loved diamonds - and buckled the strap
so the big ball lay in the crook under her chin.

   "What did I do to deserve this?" She tried to move her head around the
big ball and grunted.

   "You see, that's the point." He lapsed into what she called his
Deliverance drawl.  "You got a purty little mouth and I got this `ere big
ol' ballgag." He worked her jaw around the big ball, pushing it in until
her cheeks puffed up nicely.  He pulled the strap tight, working the gag
even further towards the back of her mouth.  "You got a nice rack o'
titties, an' I got these little nasty clamps." He rolled a nipple until it
was hard then snapped the clamp down, smirk getting bigger with her
startled moan.  He did the same to the other then slapped the bottom of her
breasts for good measure.  "An' don't f'get these..." He gave each
ass-cheek a hearty crack and she almost fell forward onto the bed.

   He went to the closet where he kept their toy bag and got out all the
rope.  She opened her eyes wide and shook her head vehemently.  But his
smirk stayed and the ropes went on.  When he was done, she was laying on
her side, breasts bound into tight balls and pulled to the sides, elbows,
wrists and just about every inch of flesh in between covered with rope, as
well as thighs, knees, and ankles, the last pulled up tight to the wrist
ropes putting her in a tight hogtie.

   He reached for the silk blindfold then leaned into her.  She was
humming, the cute little thing that she always did when he'd done her up
tight.  He knew that her first orgasm was only a few minutes away - that's
what the knotted crotch rope was for.  "No joking here, hon," he whispered
in her ear.  "Have a great afternoon." He slid the blindfold over her eyes
and walked out, locking the bedroom door behind her.