Subj: Another story for your pages (male/female)
Date: 96-11-20 13:57:25 EST
From: anonemoose@mailmasher.com (AnonEMoose)
To: altairboy@aol.com
You might have difficulty classifying this as either a male
story or as a female story ;-)
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Subject: New Story - The Choice (bd, chastity)
From: alembic@ix.netcom.com
Date: 1996/08/29
This story is for adults only. It contains bondage and other adult
themes but nothing extremely rough. All characters are purely
fictional and have no relation to any person alive or deceased. No one
is authorized to copy or sell this story without the permission of the
author.
Comments and discussion is always welcomed.
The Choice.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the open gardens,
illuminating the large manor that was the Broadway House with its
rapidly decaying light. Here and there a few Guests visible
throughout the grounds, still wandering about, having not yet selected
their companions for the evening. There certainly was no lack of
choice; the number of Hosts that toured the grounds and the large
manor were carefully selected by the Madame from a large number of
applicants. They were always of the highest quality and they always
out-numbered the Guests.
Finally, as the last traces of the evening sun departed from the sky,
the final selections were made and the remaining Guests and Hosts all
made their Exodus to the inner chambers of the manor.
Teri and Peter participated in none of this, tucked away as they were
into one of the innumerable rooms of the manor. Once again the Madame
had seen fit to punish their wayward activity, hoping against hope
that she could dissuade them from further transgressions. For Teri
and Peter had broken one of the most strict rules of the
establishment: they had become romantically involved with each other.
As a result, they were now completely useless to attend to the needs
of the Guests. The Madame's punishments had become stricter and
stricter, but she only grew more exasperated as these served only to
strengthen their resolve to be with one another.
Today, Teri and Peter only had eyes for each other. Literally, they
were forced to stare at each other by the steel collars that were
locked around their necks and connected together by an 18" steel bar.
A chain extended from the ceiling to attach to the center of the bar,
adjusted so that both of them were standing on the tips of their toes.
The Madame knew that the strain of their leg muscles was fantastic and
would eventually tempt one or the other to relax their feet and
attempt to rest their heels on the ground. This would result in a
see-saw action of the bar, pushing the opposite end up and increasing
the amount of upward pressure on the other's collar. This was
certainly a last act of desperation, but the Madame hoped that this
would create some animosity between the pair as personal comfort took
precedence over affection for their mate.
Unfortunately, she had grossly underestimated the pair's stamina.
When she checked on them four hours later, they were standing
perfectly still, totally unmoving, save for the tiny mincing steps
that they took on their toes in an effort to maintain their balance.
Furthermore, they were still staring at each other lovingly over the
ball-gags strapped into their mouths. In fact, it appeared that if
their hands and arms were not securely bound behind their backs in
leather arm-binders, they would probably be groping each furiously.
She left them there, going back to her office to sulk, totally
disgusted at the sight of two of her prized employees panting like
puppies in heat. She sat down and stared at nothing, her mind racing
furiously as she tried to devise a way to intercept this disaster.
She knew that all the other Hosts in her employ were watching these
events with great interest, and she suspected that they were other
clandestine relationships brewing among the Hosts. If she did not
come up with something soon, there would probably be a mutiny.
Slowly her eyes focused on the display case that covered the far end
of the room. It contained a magnificent variety of ancient bondage
devices that she had collected over the years. One device in
particular held her attention for a long while, and a germ of an idea
began to grow in her head. Soon a wicked smile played upon her lips.
Flipping through her rolodex, she made a long distance call. While it
was ringing, she unlocked and opened the drawer in her desk where she
kept files on every host in her employ. She extracted the files for
both Teri and Peter. These contained, among other things, a complete
listing of their exact physical measurements.
The phone was picked up after a number of rings and after exchanging
the pleasantries that one usually affords a colleague, the Madame
started describing in detail the items that she needed, concluding by
reading off the list of measurements in the files before her. Hanging
up, she leaned back in her chair, putting her feet on the desk and
smiling smugly.
Teri and Peter did not see one another for the next three weeks. The
Madame had released them from their bonds with the typical speech
admonishing them for their actions before sequestering them in
opposite ends of the manor. As she had hoped, they both became
despondent over the absence of their partner, and their longing for
each other grew even stronger.
Finally, a package arrived to the Madame's office. She quickly
opened it and extracted the contents, admiring the quality
workmanship. In an envelope in the bottom of the package she found
the single key that had accompanied the two devices. Immediately, she
sent for Teri and Peter, having them delivered to her office naked,
but with their hands cuffed behind their backs. When they arrived,
the happiness in their eyes at the sight of one another made the
Madame want to vomit.
They stood facing her with their eyes cast to the floor and listened
patiently as the Madame explained her dilemma, waxing at length about
the purpose of the Broadway House and what it was supposed to
represent in terms of service to the clients, the Guests. The Madame
knew that they were not really listening, but she wanted to savor this
moment as long as possible.
She continued her speech, concluding by casually mentioning that they
would be allowed to leave. As she had expected, Teri and Peter
suddenly looked up and stared at her, not believing their ears. No
one was ever allowed to the Broadway House prior to the conclusion of
their contract, which in both of their cases would not be for another
two years.
The Madame reassured them that this was true, under normal
circumstances, but because the originators of the House had never
anticipated such a turn of events as had been produced by Teri and
Peter, an exception must certainly be made.
They returned their gaze to the floor as the Madame continued.
Certainly, some kind of penalty should be required, the Madame added,
for such a departure from the norm. Therefore, it will be necessary,
out of respect to the Guests and other Hosts, that a conditional
release should be in order. The Madame revealed to them the contents
of her package. Teri and Peter needed no explanation as to their use.
In their long careers as slaves, they had both seen a chastity belt in
use, although neither had ever worn one. The Madame had never
required their use because the Broadway House was supposed to be a
finishing school; the Hosts, when they arrived, usually needed no
additional discipline in this area.
The metal of the chastity belts gleamed dully in the soft light of
the Madame's office and Teri and Peter's hearts fell as they realized
what the condition of their release was to be. Still, years of proper
slave training prevented them from protesting as they were made to
stand with their legs spread apart while the belts were locked into
position.
Peter had an especially difficult time, the sight of Teri had caused
him to become erect, making it impossible to fit his penis into the
downward curving tube of the belt. The Madame, impatient at the
failed attempts to insert Peter into the belt, angrily threw a glass
of ice water onto Peter's groin. The shock of cold water made him
double over as if in pain. But it had the desired effect, his penis
was now completely flaccid, and when he stood back up, the metal tube
of the chastity belt slid over it easily. The lock closed with an
insignificant click that sounded like thunder in Peter's ears. He
cast his eyes to the floor, unable to avoid looking at the metal
prison that held his parts.
The Madame had leaned against her desk with her arms folded, watching
the looks of disbelief and sorrow on the faces of her two Hosts. She
told them the terms of their release as they continued to look
dejectedly at the floor. They were to wear the chastity belt for as
long as they wanted, removing them when they both could agree on an
appropriate time. They looked at each other quizzically out of the
corner of their eyes, and the Madame could almost read their minds.
They assumed that they could just remove the belts as soon as they had
left the House. The Madame was enjoying this too much. She held up a
single key and explained that the key would work only once; once a
belt was unlocked, the key could not be removed, therefore the other
belt would have to remain permanently locked. They would have to
decide who would be the one to be unlocked from their belt.
The Madame really had no intention of letting them go. Their sexual
urges certainly could not be denied for very long and she calculated
that the argument over who should use the key would be all that was
necessary to drive a wedge between them. They would have nowhere to
go except back to Broadway House. Smiling, she put the key around
Peter's neck and bade them farewell.
They immediately went to get their things, dressing hurriedly and
packing the few clothes that they had before making their way to the
front of the manor where a car had been provided for them. Both had
amassed a substantial amount of money over the years - their services
as trained slaves were in high demand - neither had to worry about
income for quite some time to come. Making their way to the highway,
they drove North along the coast for a few hours, putting as much
distance between themselves and the Broadway House as they could.
Finally, exhausted from the events of the day and the long drive, they
stopped at a B & B and settled in for the night.
This was their first real opportunity to examine closely the devices
that the Madame had placed them in. The belts were deceptively simple
in their construction; a single metal band went around the waist, with
a plate of metal descending from the front of the belt to cover the
crotch, connecting to two flat herringbone-type chains at the base of
the crotch, splitting into a Y to rejoin the waist band at the rear.
A single key-hole, at the junction of the crotch plate and waist band
held it all together. Their initial inspection seemed to indicate
that Peter was in for the roughest ride. The plate that covered his
groin included a metal sheath that emerged from the front, curving
abruptly downward, angling back so that it pointed between his legs.
He realized immediately that there was no possible way that he could
achieve an erection. It also occurred to him that he would have to
sit down to urinate, something he was able to test immediately as the
long drive had left his bladder full.
Teri had been making sympathetic gestures as Peter discovered his new
limitations, but while he was in the bathroom, she was able to make e
a closer examination of her own predicament. As she feared, the plate
that covered her groin was wide and tight enough that she could not
get her fingers under it. Additionally, she discovered that the plate
had a slightly hollowed cup right at her clitoris so that even when
she pressed on the front of the plate and moved it around, nothing
touched her most sensitive of spots, thus preventing even the
slightest stimulation. Now, something that she had lived with for her
entire life had been denied and she became immediately desperate. As
Peter came out of the bathroom with a pained look on his face, Teri
was frantically trying to wriggle out of her belt. There appeared to
be no way. The metal band fit tightly around her waist; her hip bones
prevented her from pushing it down at all. Twisting it side to side
only achieved a limited amount of motion. Soon tears of frustration
were running down her cheeks.
This, for Peter, was probably the worst thing that could happen. The
sight of this helpless and deprived woman in front of her set off his
passion. He automatically reached down to start stroking himself, and
then joined in Teri's frustration as his fingers touched the curved
metal of the chastity belt instead of his penis. He tried to block
his thoughts, but too late, he could already feel himself trying to
get hard, his abdominal muscles aching as his penis fought to become
erect within the confines of the belt.
Doing his best to ignore the pain, he went to the bed to comfort
Teri, holding her close and gently stroking her hair until the sobs
subsided. Soon this stroking took on a more erotic nature, and
despite his guarantee of continued pain and discomfort, he started
stroking other parts of her body, lightly kneading her nipples,
running his tongue along the ridges of her ear and continuing down
along the curve of her neck. Deprived of the ability to stimulate her
clitoris, he sought other ways to bring her pleasure, using his mouth,
tongue and hands to their fullest ability, his penis throbbing
uselessly in it's metal prison. Slowly, patiently, he continued to
caress and stimulate her, paying especially close attention to her
nipples, which seemed to be next in line for maximum erotic response.
He continued this line of action, doing his best to achieve and
maintain a high level of arousal, until she was gasping and bathed in
sweat. Suddenly she cried out, arching her back in a single, massive
orgasm. She clung to him as if for dear life, breathing heavily, her
body still spasming periodically as the sensations of her climax
faded.
As her breathing started to return to normal, Teri started running
her hand over Peter's chest, kissing him lightly on the mouth as she
ran her foot up and down the length of his legs. He immediately felt
himself start to get hard again. His penis had gone flaccid during
the final phases of Teri's orgasm, but now it was again straining to
achieve erection. The chastity belt hid his penis completely from
view, but he could feel it expand, sluggishly following the downward
curve of the tube. While Teri continued to pleasure him, gently
stroking his nipples with her fingers and kissing him deeply, his body
reached a strange equilibrium; the pain in his groin and the tingling
pleasure of Teri's actions achieving a balance that he could almost
endure. Unfortunately, Teri was still exploring, trying an amazing
variety of arousal techniques, and his self-control finally boiled
over. He pushed her away and rolled onto his stomach, pushing his
crotch into the mattress and squirming wildly in an attempt to get
some stimulation on his penis. Failing that, he grabbed the metal
belt with both hands and tried to push it down, but like Teri had
discovered previously, it was simply too tight and too well
constructed to allow for any serious movement. Finally, exhausted, he
gave up, collapsing inwardly, sinking into the soft mattress.
Teri, who had been watching the whole episode patiently, took this
opportunity to start softly stroking his back, going up and down his
spine with her nails. Slowly, steadily, Peter started to become
aroused again. Doing his best to ignore the pain, he tried to
concentrate on only the pleasurable aspects of his predicament.
Feeling like a person blinded, he tried to devote himself to his
remaining senses to achieve what had been lost. He turned back over
and pulled Teri close to him. They kissed in a long embrace and the
she resumed her light stroking of his skin. As had happened before,
his penis fought to becomes erect, but instead of pushing her away, he
moved her hands around to more sensitive spots, increasing his level
of arousal. She started kneading his testicles lightly, which were
left exposed by the belt, and a slight buzzing in his ears started to
build in volume. He seemed to hover infinitely just at the point of
climax. The intensity of this moment was far greater and more erotic
than he had ever felt before. The pain in his groin seemed to fade
away. Finally, when it seemed like he would die from the pleasure and
anticipation, he climaxed in one prolonged burst, his tortured penis
emitting a steady stream of semen.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, slowly becoming aware of the pain
in his groin that certainly must have been there the whole time.
Quickly it abated as his penis became flaccid, and he looked around
the room, blinking as if he had just awaken. Teri was staring at him
wide-eyed, and then her face relaxed as he reached out and took hold
of her hand, pulling her body close to him.
The emissary was doing his best to avoid being seen. A last moment
of indecision had caused The Madame to send one of her other Hosts
along to spy on the wayward couple. He had followed at a discreet
distance as they had made their way up the coast, and he called in to
the Madame to report their arrival at the B & B. He parked and kept
his vigil all night watching their darkened room, doing his best to
remain awake lest they leave in the middle of the night.
Finally, close to ten the next morning, they appeared out of their
room, taking a leisurely breakfast before wandering down to the water.
Despite the heat, neither wore a swim-suit; the woman was dressed in a
white sun-dress, and he was dressed in a t-shirt and baggy pants. He
watched as they walked towards the water, pausing briefly so that she
could remove her sandals before stepping onto the sand. He followed
them for most of the morning as they walked hand-in-hand just at the
edge of the water.
When the emissary returned to the Broadway House, he reported to the
Madame that they had checked out of the B & B and continued up the
highway until he finally lost them. He said that a curious thing had
happened just before they left the beach, though. He had watched from
a distance as the woman removed some kind of necklace from around the
man's neck and threw it into the sea.
The End
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