Hi Grommet Just a little tale of two lovers locked in each others arms Enjoying the pleasures of life. Mind you he will never poke fun at one of my stories again, Like saying "anyone would love what you did to the burglar. That would be pure pleasure"
The jet had droned its way across the Atlantic for what seemed a eternity, I suppose the story really started about just over a year ago. I had been writing stories to Gromet’s site for some time and I received an E Mail from a guy in Chicago, it was beautifully written almost a love poem and then another and another, I replied to each one and it all started from there, he had to visit this country on business, we met he was the perfect gentleman and rich. I think it was the rich bit that swayed it for me, and the greatest bondage freak I have ever met. Now he had sent me a first class ticket to visit him, well this served two purposes firstly I had planned to visit the States, as a nurse I felt greatly undervalued in my country and on average the states were offering twice what I earned so at the end of the day it was a no contest.
Toran lived on his ranch about 90 miles outside Chicago at a town called Rockford, he had told me all about it and I was looking forward to the visit. He had told me Rockford has its own airport but this time he wanted to meet me at Chicago airport. The fasten your seat belt sign lit up and the captains voice droned out that we were landing shortly, the weather was good and we were about fifteen minutes early. I stretched myself out as best you can in an airline seat and wondered what awaited me as I clipped my seat belt together, I looked out the window the ground came up to meet us, it was a good landing. I soon passed through customs and there waiting for me was Toran, he almost leapt forward to meet me wrapping his arms around me, I do not know how long we stood there locked in each others arms it may have been a eternity I do not know but it was what I had waited for.
We made our way outside where Toran’s car complete with his personal female driver Dawn was waiting, my bags were stowed in the boot, she was quite a good looking women, very slim and a good pair of boobs on her and expensively dressed. As we left the airport complex heading for Rockford, Toran was like a boy with a new toy explaining everything as we sped along, soon we entered his Ranch he did explain how many hundred acres it comprised of but I was in a world of my own, some how I had expected a wooden ranch house but it was more like a stately home, it was huge nothing like I imagined. Dawn who also worked in the house as a sort of housekeeper I was told, showed me to my room were I was able to take a desperately needed shower and get out of my travelling clothes and into something casual. After changing I glanced out of the window there were several interesting out buildings close to the main house, beyond the house lay woods and a little further hilly country somehow I had imagined it would be rather flat with herds of cattle roaming about.
I returned to the ground floor and was greeted by Toran who poured me a really good brandy, much better than the stuff I had been drinking on the plane. He told me the house keeper would be leaving as soon as lunch was finished, as she had a couple of days due to her and was going to visit her mother and do a little shopping in Chicago just down the road as he put it, but would be back before the end of the week. And he assured me when we both met I would find her a very interesting person in more ways than one would imagine.
After lunch I was given the grand tour it was better than I expected we returned to the front room Toran was so pleased that I had returned his visit after our brief meeting in the UK and presented me with a small gift, I opened the box inside was a photograph of Marilyn Monroe and it was signed Wow!! This was really something to me I had told him of my interest in her and had showed him my collection of books and photos of her back home but a signed photo really was something to get excited about. I decided to decline any further drinks due to jet lag but soon we were exchanging kisses on the settee and again with his usual expertise my clothes seemed to melt away, mind you I had some how forgotten to put on any underwear to help the situation that I had wanted and anticipated.
I was striped and we were soon enjoying the pleasures of good intercourse, he was a master at prolonging the final ejaculation, teasing and tormenting for more than an hour and as soon as he came he started to drive my clit into continuous orgasm. As he slowly forced his hand into me I kept having to tell him to stop as his hand was a bit larger than what I was used to, but with the continual torment of the clit and me being driven from one orgasm to another he continued to enter me. There were real tears now trickling down my cheeks, as he started to use his pointed hand like a giant penis. And now he announced I was not to utter another word of protest as come what may he was going to fist me, even through it was going to hurt like hell and deep down he knew I wanted it that way.
I too knew that hand had to go all the way as he was thrusting in his finger tips were reaching as far as they could go, he was now slowly turning his fingers back inside me to make a fist, I could hardly breathe as the huge hand closed inside me. I think he was a bit too eager and had rushed it a bit by not allowing me to expand properly, but he got his hand closed and it was a great feeling but very uncomfortable if not painful. I was trying to hold back the tears, he now placed his free hand behind my head bending me upwards and kissing me as he rotated his hand from side to side inside me he whispered that by the end of the week he hoped to teach me what pure real sexual pain was. As I lay there I thought to myself I was supposed to be the dominating one.
I was now picked up in his warm arms and carried nearer to the log fire, I was laid down on a thick white goats skin rug and told not to move as he had another little surprise for me. He left the room returning a few minutes later with a plastic bucket that contained dozens of pieces of Raw hide all different widths and lengths and all soaking wet, he once promised me when I visited him he would introduce me to his speciality rawhide bondage, which he clamed to be the best at, no doubt I was about to find out just how good.
He told me some of the ties would hurt a bit but he wanted me to persevere so I could get the feel of real bondage, he ordered me onto all fours and he reached under me gripping my left breast in a claw type grip forcing his fingers between the chest wall and the breast tightening his grip and twisting to and fro, I winged a bit as he applied more pressure and said, “that hurts!” I instantly got a slap on the backside and was told to be quiet. He now got a thin piece of Rawhide and bound it around the base of the breast turning my small breast into a round ball that looked like it was stuck on my chest, the same procedure was done the other breast. Now with very thin hide he bound each nipple a bit of an effort as a lot of the nipple had been pulled into the breast by the first binding but he managed it causing me to gasp.
I was now made to sit on my heels while he bent my hands behind my back upwards to my neck, binding the wrists very tightly then binding down towards my elbows pulling them together, this was uncomfortable but bearable, the two round boobs now stuck out looking even more artificial. Now with a flat band of hide he lightly bound my neck from shoulder to chin, several layers were applied until my head could not move and seemed to be stretched higher, a dog type collar was fastened around my neck this had a ‘D’ ring. A further piece of rawhide was attached to the bindings that held my wrists, then threaded through the ‘D’ ring this was pulled which had the effect of pulling my already stretched and restricted arms up to my neck. I started to complain that he was hurting me but was cut short by a slap across my lower ribs making me gasp. I was now helped to my feet and starting around each shoulder and criss-crossing down my body leaving a diamond pattern as he went pulling each leather throng just that bit tighter, almost cutting into my pale skin finally binding my ankles.
I was left by the fire I asked what he was going to do now, he replied, “Watch you start to squirm!” He went on to explain the rawhide would soon start to dry out and as it did it would shrink, and almost as he seemed to finish talking I was aware of the binding tightening. I was sure I could hear it creaking, I think it was my breasts first they were all ready too tight but now, Arrrrr! They were hurting, my nipples were numbed thank goodness, but now the bindings on the body began to bite in, I was aware of my rib cage being crushed and the extra tight wide binding around the waist really was cutting in, the feeling in my neck was as if a clamp was exerting even pressure all around, it was not restricting my breathing but was making my face very red and my eyes bulge. I managed with a croaky sort of voice to ask what will he do next, he smiled and told me to open my mouth and put my tongue out, I asked why and instantly receiving a slap across the side of my face, so I put out my tongue, he slipped a thin looped throng around the tongue pushing it back as far as it would go at the same time pulling it tight, this was really uncomfortable and unexpectedly the loose end was fasten to a point between my breasts.
He now replied he just wanted to watch me suffer for another hour, it seemed a life time before I was released, the slow inevitable pressure of the rawhide was something I had never experienced, but he assured me I would experience it again and much more severely and even ask for it before long.
We spent the night wrapped in each others arms. The next day was spent sight seeing. The day after I told Toran I had a surprise for him, firstly I wanted him stripped, I was really pleased he had shaved off all that pubic hair as it always gets in the way. I told him I wanted him to lie on the bed face up, I bound him spread-eagled with his rawhide just for effect, his penis was already standing up throbbing away, a shame really as I wanted it limp and smaller. I straggled his body kneeling either side of him facing his feet and played with the monster occasionally licking off the odd drop of pre cum before trying to devour the penis. I was never very good at deep oral sex but I did my best, eventually making him climax and he came much quicker than I would have liked but there we are.
I watched the monster shrink a bit, I then produced my surprise a thin piece of raw hide from Toran’s collection, Toran had laughed at my story “The Burglar” and he thought he had subjected me to his ultimate session, now I was going to teach him that Jenny can be dominant and a little on the cruel side! While the penis was slightly limp and I realised it would not be for long, I tied off the base of it with the wet rawhide, now producing two more pieces of raw hide I first tied off his left ball then tying the cord to the left bedpost, I now tied off the right ball and tied that off to the right post. He was quite a picture spread-eagled with both balls stretched out to the bed posts, the limp penis now started to become erect again, this is the point were his smile would change.
It only took minutes and the penis was standing tall, its size was increasing by the second, the raw hide had disappeared from sight buried in the penis, the veins were now standing proud and the girth had increased, the whole member had taken on a sort of bluish Grey colour, occasionally throbbing menacingly. My hand was hardly able to encase the girth, the skin did not slide up and down it was more solid, at that point Toran said, “OK girl I think you have proved your point, it bloody well is unbearable, don't rub it anymore and undo that tie and be a good girl!”
I smiled as I fitted the ballgag, now returning my attention to the shaft that still seemed to be growing, squeezing the head of the penis between my finger and thumb causing a groan from behind the gag. I was well aroused by now, he had reached his limit but I had only just begun, I turned and faced him reminding him of my saying, “Remember once you take off your clothes willingly and allow yourself to be tied up you become a product to be dealt with! Well as of now you have no say, I am in total control.”
I thought of all the nasty little things he had done to me in the name of pleasure over the past few months and now it was pay back time!!!
I raised myself up on my knees as high as I could, then bent his shaft backwards and with difficulty I might add, entered the head very, very gently into me. By now he was really moaning, his eyes were watering and gurgling sounds were coming from behind the gag, he was shaking his head as I continued to slowly lower myself allowing the head a little deeper into me a little at a time.
Wow!! I thought this is hard work I have no idea why he is moaning its me doing all the work!
Now his moans seemed to have reached a new level, a sort of semi frantic level if you know what I mean, it took a while I must admit but slowly it slid in, at this stage there was still about four inches more than I could take, I knelt there feeling my lower half I could feel the monster inside me, I lowered my hands to the bed as I feared allowing myself to slip in case the complete monster burst into me. I now started to lift and lower myself on to the shaft this was really hard work, I have always said it's the women who do all the work. Soon the extreme tightness eased a little and I was able to thrust a bit harder, it is a fantastic feeling knowing you are working at your limits, It felt like the penis was trying to get into my lungs!
I glanced down on one of the downward strokes, I had now accepted the complete length and I was trying to force it just that bit more into me, It is amazing just how quick a girl can adapt, that's the thing about women they are very adaptable. At this point I wondered if it was worth tightening the ligature a bitter more to see if I could get a bit more size out of it, as now I was getting used to it and the hurt had turned to pleasure, but listening to him moan I decided he was perhaps at his limit as well and had no more to offer. after all he was only a male!
I had it all now inside me, frantically I started to thrust harder and trying to get it deeper trying to capture the extra thrill, his breath was now coming in desperate whining gasps, he was slobbering all around the ball gag and you could hear the odd scream from behind the gag, perhaps more of a constant whine, and I must admit I was becoming a little vocal by this stage. I reminded him how he had laughed at my story “The Burglar” and said any man would love that and ask for more, I was now sure deep down he was begging me to carry on and was wondering just how much more he could take, then again I was also wondering the same.
By the end of the session I was worn out yet very satisfied to say the least, I undid Toran who just lay there shattered staring at the ceiling, I removed the ball gag he whispered in a sort of croaky voice very romantically, “you Fucking Evil Bitch!“ But did not move, just stared at the ceiling. His penis was still enlarged a sort of dark blue and grey colour, I struggled with the rawhide eventually managing to release it causing the penis to collapse completely leaving a bright red ring encircling the shrunken shaft were the rawhide had cut in, my sweat soaked body lay across him.
I thought to myself at least I have taught him that this English Rose has thorns, then sucking in his nipple and nipping it between my teeth drawing a hint of blood just to let him know I still loved him. I then dozed off thinking of what was to come tomorrow when my Toran recovered perhaps he would take me jogging, or perhaps he would take me sight seeing around Chicago and be nice and kind and loving to me, who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Jenny
Toran's address: toran29@insightbb.com
My address: abcjen100@aol.com
11/04/02