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Thank you Mr.Hawke, where ever you are
by K.B
Thank you Mr.Hawke, where ever you are. By K.B.
Why hadn’t I been more careful. I knew I should have buried the files deeper but I never thought she would pry around my system. I mean, she has her own computer and a dedicated line, but never once did I think about her line going down. Never. No second thoughts, a call at work and a “sure, you can use my system to log on and check your e-mail”. That was two months ago.
Who is she? She is my aunt. Thirty eight years old, never married, not really a knockout but she is attractive. She has always been like a big sister. Always there for me. Always listening to my hopes and my dreams. Taking me in towards the end of college about three years ago so I could save some money to get on my feet after graduation and that dream of the perfect career. I shared everything with her. Well almost. Guess that is why I am here.
Four weeks ago, Beth (my aunt), told me not to plan anything for the weekend. She had something special planned for us. Being the wonderful niece that I am, what was I going to do. Beth picked me about 4:30 and we headed home. I asked her what was up and she said that she would tell me when we got home. Upon our arrival, she told me to go get showered and to put on my black sleeveless blouse and knee length skirt. Without hesitation I hit the shower. After my shower I began to dress, and thinking we would be going out, I put on my black push-up bra, my newest black G-string thong, my black stockings and garter, and the skirt and blouse that Beth had instructed me to wear.
When I came out of my bedroom and into the kitchen I was taken aback. Beth was finishing up a pot of spaghetti and had the table set for us. Even more confusing to me was the bottle of wine. I had never seen Beth drink a drop of alcohol. I asked her what was up and her reply was a simple “This a special evening for you Katy, please have a seat.” I sat down at the table and asked Beth again what was up. She just smiled and said “Pour us each a glass of wine, relax, and enjoy the dinner.” During dinner, my curiosity was driving me nuts.
After dinner, Beth cleaned up the table, refilled our wine glasses and asked me to follow her into the den. She sat me down on the couch and handed me a card. Smiling, she told me not to open the card, that she had some gifts for me also. Returning from her bedroom to the den several times, she carted in many packages. When she was through she sat down next to me and stated “Katy, you know how much I love you and that I would never hurt you, but you have been keeping a secret from me. Tonight, our lives will change forever. When you open that card and see what is in it, there will be no more secrets between us and we will explore this together if you agree. And I really want you to do this with me. I could not stand it if you were hurt by someone who didn’t care about you and your secret could in fact get you hurt by the wrong person.”
Not knowing what to say I opened the card. Inside it read “Katy, the day I used your computer, I learned a secret of yours by accident, at first I was angry, but then I began to think how personal this was to you and how much you must like it based on the number of websites you had bookmarked and the number of photos you had saved. Do not be ashamed. Since you have been living with me you have hardly dated and you don’t go out with friends very much, so I know that this is not something you have been doing, other then maybe locked in your room alone, which explains the toy handcuffs and bandanas in you lingerie drawer. Do not be afraid, I still love you just the same, but… I do not want you to get hurt. Love, Aunt Beth”
OH NO!!! I gasped, tears starting to build up in my eyes.
“Katy, don’t cry or be upset, I know now and I have these gifts for you. But there is one catch, if you agree, you can only use them or should I say, they can only be used with and by me.” I sat there not knowing what to say. My deepest secret out in the open. The secret I shared with no one was now out. With trembling hands I reached out to Beth and wrapped my arms around her and held on what seemed like forever.
After catching my breath and regaining my composure as best I could. I asked Beth what was in the packages. Her reply was a funny “My entire tax refund and a few skipped lunches, I hope we will enjoy them” I slowly began to open package after package. I was like a child in a candy store. There were gags, clamps, restraints, harnesses, paddles, whips, plugs, and more of each. She must have spent a thousand dollars!!!!
Then, it came to me, she
said only with her, “Beth, I am not a lesbian, that would be incest if
we…” she cut me off.
“No, No, my darling , there
will be no sex between us. Never. Only a beautiful young lady learning
the limits of her submission at the hands of someone she can trust with
her life.”
A deep relief came over
me, I breathed slowly and asked her “ How will we start?”
“Well, if you agree, lets
start now. Remove your blouse and skirt.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good girl, now, being that I have just started learning this, we will have to save the rope for later, fetch me the body harness, the leather cuffs, oh lets see… the harness trainer gag. A few of those thin straps… and oh yes, every good little slave needs a collar.” Carefully I brought each item over to her.
“Now, let’s see, stand in front of me and face away… that is good, and your selection of lingerie is perfect for our special occasion, move about two feet forward… ahhh… good… now stand straight and don’t move”
Slowly Beth moved up behind me, she placed the collar around my neck and tightened it, careful as not to choke me. Then she pulled my wrists behind me and placed a leather cuff on each wrist. She then moved and placed a cuff on each ankle. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing was becoming more rapid, my deepest fantasies were slowly coming to life, not how I had ever imagined, but right now at this moment it did not matter, I was safe.
Then she began placing the harness ball gag on me. First telling me to open wide. Then carefully pushing the ball behind my teeth. Slightly fumbling with the straps she then began to tighten them. The ball filling my mouth pulling my lips tight going deeper and deeper until I thought my jaw would break. Then she fastened the buckle. Then to my surprise she produced some small locks. First she locked my gag, then my wrists together behind me. Then my ankles. I was going no where now.
She then picked up the body harness. She placed the straps over my shoulders and attached them to the top strap in the back. Then she centered the ring between my breasts and brought the straps from the ring both over and under my breasts, beneath my arms and attached them behind my back. She then leaned over my shoulder and began twiddling with the straps. As she did I could feel her hair tickling my shoulder and the warmth of her breath on my neck. I slowed down my breathing. Slowly the straps cupping my breasts got tighter and tighter. The more she played with the straps the more my breasts felt like they would pop out of the bra holding them. My aureole were beginning to show, I felt is though I would no longer be able to breath when she finally buckled the straps down. My 36C breasts felt at though they were trapped in a 34A bra.
Then she pulled my wrists up as high as they would go and locked them off to the harness. She then pulled the waist straps of the harness behind and buckled them down. Then she picked up one of the thin straps, she buckled it tightly just above my knees. Then I realized, lost in my wonder, she had threaded the crotch between my legs and was beginning to pull it tight. She tugged and tugged, pulling the strap and my panties into my sex until I thought she would split me in half. Then finally she buckled it off.
Slowly Beth circled me, I felt so many emotions, I could not move... I didn’t want to move...
Beth left the room. When
she returned she was pulling the standing mirror we have in the foyer.
She placed it in front of me. Then she spoke for the first time since she
began restraining me. “Is this what my pretty little slave girl likes to
look at?”
As I looked at myself in
the mirror, my first signs of my arousal began to show. The flushed color
of my bound chest, my nipples protruding through the material of my bra...
the drool building around my lips...
Then Beth picked up a pair of japanese clover clamps and held them up to my eyes. “These are for bad little slaves who keep secrets.” Beth pulled at the cups of my bra until my nipples were exposed. Then she attached one clamp to my right nipple. UUUUUMMMMMM!!!!!!! Then the other to my left nipple. UMMMMMM UUMMMMMMMM UUUUUMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
My nipples felt as though they were being pinched off! With a slight tug she pulled the chain between them causing more pain to my nipples. Oh! where was the numbness I had read about OH!!!! numbness please set in!!!
Looking my in the eye Beth said “That does look painful, but we aren’t quite through...”
Next she began placing locks
on the connecting chain. Three of them total. OOOOOHHHH my nipples are
hurting so bad!!! Then Beth picked up one of the paddles, this one was
straight, about three inches wide and twelve inches long.
“Slaves who keep secrets
must be punished.” WHACK!!! Oh why had I worn my G-string panties!!!
After about thirty whacks she stopped. Tears where streaming from my eyes,
my butt was on fire and I could do nothing. Why hadn’t I hid those files
better!
“This little slave needs
to look at herself in the mirror a while and think about what she has done,
but my little slave, you have done well for your first time, I will allow
you some pleasure.”
Beth then managed to wedge a small vibrator between the crotch strap and my belly. She turned it on low speed, bringing back to life the arousal present prior to those nasty little clamps on my finally numb nipples. It feels so good.
She hugged me from behind, kissed me on the ear and whispered “Thank you Mr.Hawke, wherever you are.”
Yes Mr.Hawke, thank you,
where ever you are!
NB: Mr. Hawke was the Prime Minister of Australia, hence the tax check refund and the thanks.
12.09.02