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Subject: Strange Man: "A Visit from a Strange man"
by SD

Cyberscene: A visit from a Strange Man who's not a strange man

Part 1

&lt;Seizing you from behind and pushing you against the wall&gt;
Don't be startled, Ty.  It's me paying you a visit.

&lt;blindfold placed over your eyes&gt;

On your Tips, Ty.  You know what that means.  Spreadeagle, feet
back and spread, with your fingertips on the wall and your tiptoes
on the floor and if any other part of your body touches anything
solid you'll regret it deeply.

I told you not to be startled.  I didn't tell you not to be
afraid.

Now hold the position while I examine you.

&lt;hands begin slowly and very carefully feeling you, starting at
your shoulders and working down, paying special attention to your
breasts, checking them several times, then gliding down your flanks
and over your stomach and all around your waist, then working back
up to double check, then down again for surety&gt;

Your arms and legs are starting to tremble, Ty.  Remember that
I'll punish you most severely if your hands or feet move even slightly.

&lt;Your skirt is raised and your hose lowered, and hands glide down over
your hips and into your crotch, and spend a very long time carefully
exploring all the dangerous hidden places&gt;

That's OK, Ty, moving your hips like that is acceptable.  Just keep your
hands and feet where I put them till I tell you that you may move them,
or you'll be in a lot of trouble.

Well, a lot *more* trouble.

&lt;hands fondle^H^H^H^H^H^Hsearch your buttocks, then rubber gloves are
applied and the fingers well lubed, and one finger gently circles your
anus for a long before softly pressing forwards and slowly working inside
you and exploring your rectum, then slowly withdrawing; gloves are
removed and tossed in a container I've brought with me, then hands grasp
your thighs, and run up and down your badly trembling legs several times&gt;.

Very good, Ty.  You can come down now.  Get on your knees on the floor,
here let me help you.  That's good.

Searching you ?  Who was searching you ?  I was just feeling you up.
And down.  I already knew where your weapons were.  &lt;removing the
blindfold&gt;  One's right there at your knees.  I'll be back in a moment.
Stay on your knees.  The gun's loaded, check it if you like.
&lt;I move across the room to collect some nasty looking instruments&gt;

Do you think it wise to keep the gun laying around loaded while you're
tied up and being tortured ?  Thank you.  Very prudent of you to eject
the shell from the chamber as well as remove the magazine.  Now stand
up.  Remove your clothes, all of them, now.

&lt;watching appreciatively as you disrobe&gt;

Very nice, Ty.  Place your hands behind your head and don't move
them until I say so.  Come over her and kneel on this chair; I know
how much you like kneeling on this hard wood.  Ankles together,
please.

&lt;your ankles are bound securely with soft rope&gt;

Part 2

&lt;I fondle your breasts for a few moments, then taking another strand
of rope, I tie it around your chest below your breasts, then grasp your
left breast at the base with one hand, squeezing tightly to compress it,
then circle the base with rope and pull it tight and knot it, then pass
the rope over your right shoulder and 'round your ribs again, then bind
your right breast and pass the rope over your left shoulder before tying
it to the rope round the ribs&gt;

Move your hands to the top of your head, Ty.
&lt;brushing aside your hair, I start to kiss the back of your neck while
squeezing and stroking your bound breasts&gt;

That was nice.  Place your hands back behind your head.

&lt;I walk around in front of you and observe intently for a few moments,
then smile and gently stroke your face a few times&gt;

You look lovely, Ty.

&lt;Picking up a crop and fingering your nipples&gt;  I hope you won't mind
some clamps on these, Ty.  Not that what you want or don't want will
alter anything, of course. Let's make it a little more interesting by
properly preparing you.

&lt;I strike your left nipple with the thong of the crop&gt;

Did that hurt ?  Good &lt;I repeat the blow, then repeat it again, and
again, and again, while looking intently into your blue eyes; then
gently stroking the sore nipple with my fingertips&gt;  How's that ?
It hurts a lot, doesn't it ?  That should be sufficient &lt;striking the
nipple again, then again, and then again&gt;.  But this will be better.
&lt;fingers nipple some more, then picks up a quite strong clamp and
applies it&gt;  Hurts ?  Good.  Now, how about your other nipple ?  Do
you want it prepared ?  You can answer freely, there'll be no additional
torture for any opinion you express.  You can say "No, I don't like that"
or "No, I don't want that".  Just don't you dare say "No, I won't do that".
So, do you want the nipple prepared ?  No ?  Good. &lt;striking your right
nipple with the crop, then striking it again, and again, and again, and
again, and then stopping to finger the nipple for a bit before striking
it three more times&gt;  All done now &lt;spreading the tears over your cheeks
a bit more uniformly&gt;.  Well, not quite &lt;holding the clamp up to your
face, then applying it to your sore right nipple&gt;  Very nice &lt;taps both
clamps a few times&gt;  But they could be better.  I have something perfect
for such a belle &lt;retrieving a pair of chains, each with a set of bells
attached; attaches one chain to each clamps, taps at the clusters of bells
dangling from your breasts, setting them to swaying and jingling&gt;

Isn't that nice, Ty ?

Let's hear those bells some more, my belle &lt;taking you under the arms
and lifting you off the chair, placing you on your feet&gt;

Wait a moment &lt;replaces crops with thin cane&gt;

&lt;strikes you across the ass with the cane&gt;

Hop into your bedroom, Ty, and hop to it ! &lt;whacking your ass with the
cane again, and continuing to whack it as you quickly hop towards your
bedroom, breasts and bells jiggling and jingling merrily&gt;

Find your highest heels, Ty.  Good.  Give them to me &lt;vicious cane stroke
across your thighs&gt; I didn't say you could move your hands.  How ?
Drop to your knees, pick up one with your teeth, and place it in my hand.
Good.  Now the other.  Thank you.  Now stand up, please.  Lean against
something so you can push up with your feet.  Well, you can lean on me
if you like.  &lt;steadying you on your feet&gt;  Good.  Now hop over to the
bed and jump onto it.

&lt;Grasping your ankles, I start to place the shoes on your feet, then
stop&gt;  Don't move Ty, I'll be back in a moment &lt;returns with the
crop&gt;  I can't believe I almost overlooked this opportunity &lt;holding
your ankle ropes, I crop the sole of each foot several times, being
sure to only hit them with the thong; then I place the shoes on your
feet, then, grasping your ankles again, turn your ankles to roll you
back and forth across your bed a couple times&gt;

It didn't seem appropriate to have you in here and not take a roll
around your bed. &lt;undoing the ropes around your ankles, and retying
them to leave a little more slack between your feet&gt;  Stand up.
Balance a little off, huh ?  I don't intend to have you lounging in
bed all day.  If you'd like, I could help you up (taking the chains
hanging from your nipple clamps in my hands).  No ?  Well, then,
stand up.  Good.  Now walk back to the living room.  I know your ankles
are bound, dear, I bound them, remember ?  You can walk, you just need
to take very tiny steps.  A lot of very tiny steps.  And make it fast
&lt;caning you across your shoulders&gt;, I don't have all day.  Well, come
to think of it, I *do* have all day &lt;caning your thighs&gt;.  But keep
those pretty feet moving anyway.  I've got lots planned for you, dear.
&lt;caning you freely as you shuffle-step towards the living room&gt;.
Yes, dear, I know you're walking as fast as you can.  That's why I'm
not beating you as fast as I could.

Part 3

Sit on that, Ty (pointing out the piece of upholstered furniture
farthest from you, while contining to cane your shoulders and tush
as your feet continue to take very rapid - but very tiny - steps;
I think how nice it would be to see the frustration in your face
at working so hard, and under such pressure, for so little movement,
but then, it's a lot of fun seeing you react when the cane hits your
butt - as is seeing you react when that ominous swishing sound
results in no contact).

&lt;Finally you reach the goal, and twist a little, and plop down, with
the nicest expression when your poor bruised buns make contact.  Good
thing it's cushioned a little.  Not that I directed you there for your
comfort&gt;

I see you still have a bit of a cold, Ty.  I'm sorry I didn't get here
sooner, I wanted to help you with that.  Good thing you're still just
a little sick or all my plans would be ruined.  Good thing you still
have a bit of that cold, too....

Now, I know just what you need for that cold &lt;takes sweater from bag&gt;
I think we'll probably need to remove the bells.  Pity, they do
jingle most amusingly.  Shake your tits, Ty.  Yes, that is most...pleasant.
Ah, well &lt;moving to detach the chains from the clamps&gt;...shake them again,
dear.  Yes, most pleasant &lt;detaching chains; clamps are left on&gt;.

You can move your hands now, Ty.  You'll have to in order to put on the
sweater.  Of course, I know it's in the 90's.  That reminds me, I must
turn off the air conditioning.  Put it on, Ty.  I'm quite fond of that
sweater.  It's so thick and warm, with such a high neck to keep your neck
warm, and the wool is so sticky and scratchy, and so nicely absorbent.
I understand wool gets warmer when it's moistened.  You're gleaming so
nicely, Ty &lt;adjusts lights so they shine on your moist skin&gt;.

Ah, yes, I imagine getting it on over those nipple clamps is quite
unpleasant.  As will be taking it off. The sweater hugs your hips so
nicely.  Yes, it's a bit tight for you, I know.  Hmmm, can't have
it ride up, can we ?  I'll just wrap your abdomen in rope, nice and
tight.  That will keep it in place.  And I just happen to have some
colored rope that complements the sweater so well.

That should do.  Now these long latex gloves on, dear.  Fortunately it
wasn't too hard to find some matching the sweater.  Lean forward and
turn to your right.  Place your hands behind you &lt;your wrists are bound
together&gt;. Keep leaning &lt;cuffs are placed above each elbow, and cords
slipped thru the cuffs&gt;.  I'm going to cinch your elbows, Ty.  I want
you to tell me when you feel discomfit; I'm not going to stop then,
I'm going to procede until you feel pain, please tell me when discomfit
becomes pain &lt;pulling slowly on cords&gt;  Discomfort ?  Good  &lt;stops to
mark spot, then continuing to pull cords&gt;  Pain ?  Are you sure ?
OK &lt;marks spot&gt;.

I'm going to adjust the elbow cinch to above discomfort but short of
pain &lt;ajusts and then secures cords&gt;.  I'm sure that in the next few
hours the cinch will become painful.  As you feel it becoming painful,
tell me and I'll loosen it a little.  If it should cease to be
uncomfortable, tell me that and I'll remove it.  But if you say that,
and it doesn't hurt like hell when I take it off, well, I'll make sure
several parts of you hurt like hell.

Of course, your bare legs &lt;hands slide up and down your legs, stop to
untie your ankles, wrap them in cloth, and retie your ankles without any
slack, then feel your legs some more&gt; will get cold, and we can't have
that, can we ?  Scoot forward a little, so your legs are completely off
the furniture &lt;takes out clear plastic wrap&gt;.  Stretch your legs. This
should help keep them warm &lt;places a small cushion on your inner left
knee, wraps it and tapes over the wrap so it stays in place, then begins
slowly and very snuggly wrapping your legs just above your bound ankles,
applying several layers of wrap and making certain the layers overlap,
working slowly up your legs, stopping to stroke each area of bare flesh
before it's covered over.  After the wrap is applied above your knees,
tape is placed over it, as was also done just above your ankles&gt;.

&lt;Wrapping resumes above the knees, continuing until your thighs are wrapped
and taped&gt;  That should keep your legs warm.  I think we'll leave your
bottom bare.  There may be a need for exposed flesh.  Or, if not a need,
a desire, as I may decide to whip your ass for no reason other than the
great pleasure it gives me.  But I'll definitely whip it at the first
sign of retreat, refusal or resistance, so don't you get any ideas.  No,
I don't really think you'd wait until you were so thoroughly trussed up
to try to run away.

Now, I think what you need for that cold is a nice hot cup of tea with
honey and lemon.  Don't get up, I'll get it for you.  I brought plenty.
I'll go heat up a cup of water in the microwave, and put on a pot of
tea so we'll have plenty of water for more tea.

Part 4

Here you are, my dear &lt;pulling a chair up alongside you and holding a
teacup to your lips&gt;.  It's not so hot that it requires sipping; much
better for these purposes that you take a nice sized swallow &lt;just barely
resisting a Monty Python joke&gt; and coat your throat with honey.  Good.
Another swallow please &lt;puts cup down, grasps the hair behind your head
and pulls tightly, tilting your face upwards, then kissing your mouth&gt;.
That's always wonderful, but it was especially sweet today.  Now let's
finish your tea, well, finish this cup, there's more to follow &lt;holding
cup to your lips, making sure it's empty; honey tending to sink, the
last of the cup is especially thick and leaves your lips sticky, something
for which there is a remedy&gt;

&lt;Releasing your hair after a long kiss&gt;  Well, now let's procede with
the program.  &lt;fumbling about in toybag while looking into your eyes&gt;
Hmmm, in some ways it's a shame to cover those eyes, but I think things
will work better if I do &lt;applying several overlapping layers of a soft,
wide, dark cloth over your eyes, pulling it snug so no light creeps in,
and tying it&gt;.  That should help control your focus.  I thought that given
that your weakened condition, I'd go easy on you, and we'd just talk for
a while.  Of course, if sitting here drinking tea and talking isn't to
your taste, your butt is still available for spanking.  Delightfully
available.  In fact &lt;pulling you from your perch and placing you across
my lap&gt;, quite irresistably available &lt;a hand gently rubs your nether
cheeks, then delivers a series of short sharp slaps across your sore ass&gt;.

&lt;Reseating you&gt;  Ah, yes, as you see, still available for spanking.  And
it would be quite simple to slip those shoes off and spend a few hours
tickling your feet.  Deliciously simple....

Ah, yes, it seems my focus needs improving.  Any suggestions, dear, as to
what might improve my focus ?  No ?  One could easily think that you want
to spend the next few hours being slapped and tickled.  But I know how
much you dislike being tickled.  But I also know how delightful it is
to have you squirming and crying as your feet are mercilessly tickled.
Hmmm, sooo delightful.  We definitely must do something about my focus.

&lt;pulling you from your seat and gently placing you on the floor on your
knees, my right hand tightly gripping your hair&gt;  I believe I know how
that might be accomplished, Ty &lt;undoing my pants and guiding your head
forwards&gt;

&lt;a bit later&gt;
Ah, yes...  That should help considerably.  I think we can defer any
spanking or tickling for awhile, if you co-operate.  If ?  Yes, dear,
"If".  Don't think you can rest on your laurels.  Speaking of what
you're resting on, you do look nice there on your knees.  But it's
not what I had in mind, so let's put you back in your seat.

Now, let's get on with it.  I thought we'd discuss one of my plans
for you.  I haven't gotten around to it yet, though I may someday.
Perhaps you'll find it interesting.

Perhaps another cup a tea first ?  Ah, yes, I think we shall.  I'll
be back momentarily &lt;returns with two cups of tea, and after you've
finished your cup and been "tidied up" per established practice,
the talk resumes&gt;

This plan requires great attention to hygiene, so after coming here
and securing your co-operation (and your hands), we start off with
a nice cleansing douche, and then an enema.  Nothing drastic, just
nice warm water slowly filling you up on one end (while I give you a
few glasses of cold water at the other)  OK, maybe we'll stretch your
capacity a little.  Maybe we'll stop when you're at your limit and I'll
make you walk around the living room and sit on your favorite pieces of
furniture or squat over your favorite carpet.  And if your self-control
and your rectal muscles prove equal to the task, I'll march you back to
the bathroom and add a couple more quarts.  And then if you ask really
nice, and help me release some of my fluid, I'll let you safely empty
your rectum.

And then we'll repeat the whole process.  After that, you should be
pretty well emptied and I'll be pretty well...focused.

Next will come a nice clean shave and a long, hot, soapy shower.  I'll
be sure to get you thoroughly lathered, and to bring a stiff brush for
a good scrubbing.

Then when you are thoroughly cleaned up, I'll start the preparations
for dinner by taking a wooden spoon and giving you a slow, thorough
beating.  Then I'll have you lay on your back on a table and tie you
in a very tight spreadeagle.  Then I'll start the fondue.  It takes
some time, of course, to get all the ingredients melted; one can't
heat the cheese too quickly without ruining things, and needs to stir
continually with a wooden spoon.  In this case I think the choice of
tools definitely contributes to the flavor.  I said stir continually,
but that isn't quite true, one can stop briefly to add flavoring to
the spoon before returning it to the pot.  And since the pot will
be between your legs (far enough to keep the heat from being *too*
uncomfortable for you, it's quite easy to beat on your inner thighs
a few times before returning to the stirring.

Now, personally, I find the recipe a bit mild, but I prefer not to
add as much spice as I like, since then it's too hot for anyone
else.  So I just add spice to what I put the fondue on.  Which I
why I'll rub some hot pepper juice over your lips (each set) while
waiting for the fondue to be ready.  That's why you need to be tied
so tightly, so you won't twist too much and knock anything over.

Then, when the fondue is done, I start placing the hot fondue on
various spots on your bare skin to let it cool to taste, then lick
it off.  Sometimes I like the cheese nice and hot (melted cheese is
so much fun when one's eating it, though those burns on the roof of
one's mouth do become a nuisance over the next few days; but what's
a little pain for one's pleasure ?), though one must be careful to
take only small bites, so I'll spoon little bit's of hot cheese onto
your nipples to quickly suck off, or spread thin layers over parts of
a breast to lick up, or in your cleavage so I can lick/suck from one
nipple to the other and pick it up on the way.  I place larger quantities
on your belly and thighs to cool a bit and then be leisurely nibbled at.
And when I'm ready for a spicer treat, I'll slather a thin layer between
your legs and lick that area clean.

Of course, I won't be starving you, Ty.  That would be cruel.  I'll be
frequently applying some to your face and (upper) lips, which I'll be
removing, of course, but in the process I think you can count on plenty
getting into your mouth.

Part 5

So, Ty, what do you think of that idea ?  You seem to be a bit flushed.
I hope you're not coming down with a fever.  We must try to keep you
warm.  Perhaps you'd like another cup of tea ?  Oh ?  Well, I really
think it would be a good idea.  I'll be back.

&lt;returning&gt;  Drink this, Ty.  Yes, you must &lt;puts cup to your lips,
pulls your hair back to tilt your, forces the tea into your mouth&gt;
Swallow, Ty.  Good. A little messy; good thing that wasn't really hot
tea.  Let's clean you up a bit &lt;kisses and licks your mouth and cheeks
and chin&gt;.  That's better.

Bathroom ?  Ah, perhaps that's why were squirming so much.  It would be
a bother to get you out of that.  I'm afraid you'll just have to show
some restraint for a time, my dear.  You wouldn't want to ruin such
nice upholstery.

Good thing I don't want to tickle you.

Anyway, after dinner, we'd play a little.  Perhaps, since we'd eaten
in, it would be appropriate to eat out, so I could put you on your
bed, tie your hands above your head, stretch your legs and run cords
from your ankles to the headboards of your bed - hmmm, such a nice
image, Ty, having you so nicely displayed from puss to pussy, with
a full view of your legs and a bit of your tush showing; I really
do hope you get well soon, Ty - and kiss and stroke the full length
of your legs, the tweaking and licking and sucking your nipples before
spanking you a little and settling in to a nice dessert (and perhaps
an after dinner drink ?).

And after a sumptuous meal, a little exercise may be called for, so
I can move the cords from your ankles to your knees, and we'll work
on flexibility training, and see how far forward your knees will go.

You seem a little uncomfortable, Ty.  Let me loosen the elbow cinch
just a little.  You're welcome.  Perhaps another cup of tea ?  No,
dear, I insist.  Yes, I do.  You'll get plenty of tea, but not much
sympathy, today, my dear.  Well, no, you don't *have* to drink it.
Not if you prefer that I remove your shoes and tickle your feet for
an hour.  Tea or tickling, dear ?  You think the result will be the
same ?  Perhaps, but one's much more pleasant.  Of course, pleasant
depends on one's point of view; I'd find tickling you quite pleasant.
You're take the tea ?  A wise choice.  &lt;getting another cup of tea and
holding it to your lips&gt;  Good.

Ah, now, where was I ? Ahh, yes, exercises.  It is kind of hard to get
a good workout when one is bound hand and foot.  After the, ahh,
flexibility exercises, I think we'll look for something that will combine
some aerobics with an upper body workout.  So perhaps I'll tie your hands
behind you and your ankles together and put &lt;rummages through bag&gt; these
on your breasts.  Oh, I'm sorry, you can't see them &lt;raising and dropping
the bar&gt;.  What do they sound like ?  Close, they're rat traps.  You can
lay on your bed and shimmy and shake until they come off, while I offer
encouragement.  What kind ?  Well, I seem to recall you commenting about
how much you liked a certain rubber whip.  You don't think you'd like
that ?  I'll take your objection under advisement.  Please ?  Well, I may
entertain pleas.  A good oral argument sometimes leads to a favorable
judgement.

And then we might try something new.  Hard to find anything new, I know.
But perhaps this will be novel: I'll spreadeagle you face down on your
bed, with a pillow under your hips for elevation, give you a nice flogging,
then lube up a finger and play with your clit for awhile, then lube up
a nice large dildo and work that into your vagina, nice and slow, and
move that in and out and a few ways that the genuine article usually can't
manage (though there *are* some gifted people in the world), then lube up
a smaller dildo and *very* slowly work that into your ass, and we should
be able to have a few hours of very interesting play, using the two
dildoes alternately, or, sometimes, together.  It should be easy enough
to come up with some very interesting rhythms for some dual dildo play.
Hmmm, we must try that.  I imagine you'll come up with some interesting
vocal improvisations.

Well, I think that would be all that we'd be able to do in one visit, Ty.
How does it sound to you ?  Ah, I see from that squirming you still
need to go the the bathroom.  Well, I suppose I should accomodate you.
Let me get some of this off you &lt;removing elbow cinch, and untying your
hands&gt;.  Stand up &lt;helping you up&gt;.  Now bend over and grasp your ankles.
Yes, Ty. Do it. Now.  Better &lt;slapping your bare buttocks&gt;.  Now let's
get some new rigging on you &lt;locks fur-lined leather cuffs on your wrists,
unties you ankles, and fastens padded leather cuffs around your ankles,
and locks the handcuffs and legiron together by a short chain that forces
you to remain bent over as you are; removes blindfold so you can see
the new restraints&gt;.

I'll put the keys and a pair of EMT shears in the bathroom.  All you
have to do is get there (and then unlock the cuffs and cut the wrappings).
Leaving ?  And miss this ?  Certainly not !

Shuffle or hop, Ty, it's your choice.  Though I don't think that plastic
wrap around your legs is going to permit much movement, so I'd advise you
to hop.  I'll move the furniture in case you fall.

Well, with *that* little hop you'll take, oh, about three years to reach
the bathroom.  Perhaps you need some motivation &lt;taking crop and standing
behind you, and applying it to your buttocks&gt;  Cropping and hopping !  Such
fun.  Is this helping you any, dear ?  Pity.  But it's doing wonders for
me.  Hmmm, given your pace, I'll have plenty of time to mark your butt.
Any recommendations, Ty ?  Perhaps a crop circle ?  Well, *that* was an
impressive hop.  Is it the marks on your buns or the merciless puns that
you're trying to escape ?  Carefully, though, you don't want to....
fall down.  Are you OK ?  Frankly, dear, I can't imagine how you're going
to be able to get up.  You don't seem to be having much success.  Alright
dear, I'll help you.  Yes, dear, you should be afraid to hear that.

&lt;removes restraints, cuts your legs free, then cuffs your hands behind
you and re-applies the blindfold, then puts you on a leash&gt;  Come with
me, Ty.  Yes, I know the bathroom is the other way.  I'm taking you into
your front yard to take care of your business &lt;pulling you out the door,
walking about the yard&gt;.  It's late and dark and probably no one but me
will see you being led around your yard on a leash, bare assed, in
handcuffs, high heels, and a blindfold.  And if you can do what you need
to before the neighbor's dog barks enough to draw attention, it may be
that no one but me will see you in your front yard urinating.  Hard to
be sure who's peering out a window, of course. I suggest you be prompt.

Yes, I'll stop.  Yes, I'm looking.  No, I won't look away.  Well, if you
can't do it with me looking you're going to be standing there tomorrow
morning for everyone to see.  No, you're right, I can't risk standing
here with you, and you're also right I won't risk leaving you out here
helpless and alone.  You called my bluff, Ty.  I guess I'll have to
show you my cards.  If this game was stud, I'd be showing you my "hole"
card, but since this game is to "draw" you out, so to speak, I'll show
you my hand.  The one which is going to your feet &lt;pushing you to your
knees on the wet grass&gt;.  My cards?   &lt;binding your ankles&gt;  Why dear,
a flush of hearts, with the joker for the queen of hearts &lt;pulling off
your shoes and starting to tickle your feet&gt;.

You squirm so prettily, dear. And your squeals are so delightful, even
if not particularly prudent under the circumstances, they're sure to
draw attention.  Of course I'll stop, Ty, I'd rather you do this on
your own.  You'll try, Ty ?  OK &lt;untying your ankles, replacing your shoes,
helping you up, and leading you forwards&gt;  Where are we going ?   Well,
I've raised the ante.  Now you'll have to stand in the street.  Object
again and I'll take you to the busiest intersection in town.  Just step
a few feet into the street.  I'm willing to risk you being seen passing
by a passing car, but not willing to risk a vehicular collision due to
illegal passing.  Really, dear, if you want me to shut up, try some ASB
wisdom and PISS on me.

No, Ty, there's no one here.  Not *yet*.  That was just me opening my
car to get something.  Oh, just a video camera.  And some very sensitive
film.  It'll still probably be too dark.  Of course, if you keep delaying
I *may* set up lights.  BTW, would you spread your legs a little further
apart ?

OK, I'll be quiet.

&lt;a short time passes, but nothing else does&gt;

Just how well do you know the paperboy, Ty ?  If you don't hurry, he may
come by at the end of the month to pay *you*.  You look pretty cute
in that sweater.  Not that he's likely to look that high.

&lt;finally, a trickle, and then a flood&gt;

There, that wasn't so bad, was it ?  Dreadful, huh.  Well, I don't think
anyone saw but me.  Now let's get you back in the house. &lt;tugs on leash
and starts leading you back to the house&gt;

How'll about a nice warm bubble bath ?  Good, you can wash my back.
I know you would, Ty, that's why your hands are cuffed behind you.

And yes, dear, I meant for you.  Even brought the bubbles.  I'll chain
one of your ankles to a fixture, and when I'm done washing you, I'll
toss the key in the tub so I'll have time to make my escape while you
look for it.

But not just yet, my dear.  I've some more for you on this visit.
Let's speed it up &lt;tugging leash for emphasis&gt;

Part 6

This way, Ty.  Kneel on the coffee table.  Yes, I do like to see
you kneeling.  Of course, this request is functional as well as
aesthetic &lt;binding your ankles&gt;.  I think it's time to get you
out of that sweater &lt;releasing your wrists&gt;.  Hands on your head,
dear.  &lt;Removes the ropes around your trunk, unhooking the leash
from your collar&gt;  Take the sweater off. &lt;cropping your hands&gt;
Don't do anything to stop if from tugging at those nipple clamps,
just raise it normally.  Good.  I know it hurts more coming off.
I like hurting you.

But I'm afraid &lt;flicking the nip clips&gt; that these need to come off.
But at least it will hurt when they do &lt;removes left clip&gt;  Let's
allow this one to hurt for a moment before removing the other
&lt;rubbing nipple&gt;  I don't think you'd appreciate the pain in each
nipple quite so well if they came off together.  I'll just sit
here and enjoy how pretty and pained you look.

You move a muscle and you *won't* enjoy the pain you'll get.
&lt;a long period passes, as the pain in the nipple subsides, but the
discomfort of kneeling straight up with your bare knees resting on
bare wood grows&gt;

OK, dear, now the right clip.  And now you wait some more
&lt;another long period, as your knees hurt more, and you begin to
feel how fatigued you are&gt;

Hmm, I guess we should let the circulation back on these &lt;fondling
your bound breasts, then slapping each of them, several times, hard&gt;
Ah, well &lt;untying your breasts, then rubbing and squeezing them as
circulation returns&gt;

&lt;Feeling your thighs&gt;  My, Ty, are you finding this position difficult ?
Would you prefer to move ?  A wise hesitation, my dear.  Well
&lt;reattaching leash, retying your ankles so there's about a foot of rope
between them&gt;, I want you to move.  Off the table, dear, and crawl towards
the bathrroom.  I know you're still blindfolded, but you know the general
direction.  I'll give you guidance.  See, if you veer a little to the left,
I'll cane your left ass cheek, as so &lt;cane swishes down and strikes your
left nether cheek&gt;  That's the correct idea, dear, corrrecting your course.
Except it was just a hypothetical, so *now* you're off course &lt;cane slashes
your right buttock&gt;.  Better.

You look so cute leashed and on all fours.  Are you enjoying yourself ?
You don't like being treated like a dog ?  Oh, well, in that case,
roll over, Ty &lt;whip cracks across your back&gt;.  Roll over, Ty &lt;whip
cracks across your shoulder&gt;  Good.  Again.  Play dead. Sit up.
Sit up and beg.  Heel.  Nice.  Wag your tail.  Very nice.  Sit up
and beg.  Bark &lt;cane across your thighs&gt; Bark, Ty.  Good.  Now you've
been such a good doggie, I've got a treat for you &lt;grasping the hair
behind your head and bringing your head forwards&gt;  Here, Ty, here's
a boner just for you &lt;moving your head back and fourth&gt;.  I think
you know how to do this, dear &lt;relaxing, but not releasing, grip on
your hair, and now following your movements, not causing them&gt;.

Oh...my...yes, I dare say you... DO.. know how to do this

&lt;A little later&gt;

Well, dear, you still need washing up, and we've just...ah, blown
a significant number of minutes, so get moving &lt;cane strikes your
ass&gt;

OK, dear, stand up.  Hold out your hands &lt;your hands are bound in
front&gt;

&lt;Shower is turned on, and then you're picked up and placed in the
shower.  I keep rubbing soap on my hand for lather, then rubbing the
lather on you, and repeating this all over your body (with great
attention to the area between your legs), until you are quite thoroughly
lathered.  Then I move you around and around, sometimes moving you by
leading you with a pinched nipple, sometime with approriately placed
slaps so the stream of water from the shower (which I make certain is
*warm* water) rinses the soap away.  Turning off the shower, I dry you
off with a towel, being careful not to rub too hard on any of the many
bright marks on your body, and not rubbing for very long on an area
I really don't want to get dry&gt;

You've been standing, walking, crawling, or kneeling for a long time
Ty.  Would you like to sit down for awhile ?  Come here &lt;pulling you
fowards and pushing your legs apart&gt;  Now sit down &lt;hands gripping
your hips and guiding you down&gt;  Ahhh...  &lt;The hands move you subtly
about&gt;  Ohhh...  Ah, no Ty... AHHH... I didn't say anything about
rest, I just asked if you wanted to sit down.

But if you're getting tired &lt;rising (uh, standing up) and picking
you up&gt; we shouldn't waste any more of your energy intransit.
You've got much more work to do tonight.

&lt;Carrying you into your bedroom and dropping you on the bed for
a time will looking for an appropriate table or bench and a mirror
to put it in front of, then dragging you over to it&gt;   Hands and
knees, Ty &lt;untying and seperating your hands, and running a short
cord from each wrist to the legs of the furniture you presently
adorn, then similarly attaching your knees to the back legs&gt;

Let's get this wet blindfold off you, Ty.  I've another for you,
but for know I want you to see this.  Your tits dangle so nicely.
&lt;taking a paddle, tapping your ass, then smacking you&gt;  And they're
nicely responsive.  Now see how pretty this is &lt;attaching tight
clamps from which dangle weights to each breast&gt;  Well, dear, *I*
like it quite a bit &lt;smacks ass hard with paddle&gt;  And that even
more &lt;applies several more smack of the paddle, keeping your
tits and the weights dangling from them in motion&gt;  Of course, the
are other ways to achieve this purpose, slipping another blindfold
over your eyes, and slipping myself into you, and continuing to
smack your ass (for a time, continuing to watch the show in the
mirror).

&lt;While I've some strength left, I withdraw from you&gt;  Are you sure
you don't need some more tea, dear, you seem all flushed ?

And you're most irritable &lt;retying your wrists behind you, and tossing
you on your bed, on which I then lie, and pull you to a sitting
position over me, guiding you to the right spot&gt;.  Now go to work,
Ty.  You can work at your own pace &lt;snapping the thong of a riding
crop against your left breast, then tapping the weight swinging from
your left breast to make it move more&gt;  Don't mind me, I'm just
going to lay here and enjoy the view and whack you with this riding
crop from time to time.  Not to hurry you, just cause I like seeing
you react to it &lt;hits you across shoulder with lucite rod&gt;  *That's*
what I'll hit you with when I want you to speed up or slow down,
and now I want you to speed up (hits other shoulder with the rod&gt;
Much better...*much* better &lt;sort of randomly cropping you as you
move above me for a long time, then starting to crop harder and
faster, until the beating is nearly continuous, but then it stops,
and after a few more random croppings, it stops altogether&gt;

&lt;You awaken to find yourself being rubbed with oil; your hands have
been untied, then handcuffed in front, the cuffs closely connected to
some kind of plastic belt locked around your waist&gt;

Hello, Ty.  &lt;picking you up&gt;  Time for that bubble bath.  I'm afraid
I really must go &lt;carrying you to bathroom, and lowering you into
a warm and very bubbly bubblebath, then taking one ankle, encircling
it with a smooth chain, and padlocking it in place, then locking
the other end of the chain around a faucet&gt;

I hope you enjoy the bath.  It will last for awhile &lt;dropping two keys
into the soapy water near your feet&gt;  One key is for the handcuffs,
the other for the padlocks.  I know you can't get to them, dear, that's
the idea, to keep you here while I make my escape.  That belt is quite
sturdy, but the oil you been rubbed with, while quite OK for you, is
quite bad for the belt.  In an hour or so you should be able to break
free of it, and then you'll be able to look for the keys.

Just in case, I'll call you in a few hours.  If you can't come to the
phone, I'll call the police, and they can come rescue you.  But that
shouldn't be necessary...well, not if I brought the right oil.  I think
I did, yes, I'm sure of it...well, almost sure.

In any event, my dear, I must be going.  But I'll be back.

END



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