Archive-name: Bondage/fantas1.txt Archive-author: Brat Wizard Archive-title: My Fantasy I see you sitting there, dressed in black leather, trying to look like a 'tough' girl. Your long dark hair braided into a single rope and tie-wound with a silver cord; your mouth painted deep blood red in stark contrast to your pale skin. A leather choker around your neck hooks to a small chain that lazily snakes its way around your breasts to rest in the valley formed by your leather skirt. Underneath your open leather jacket I see you're wearing a tight-black, net shirt; through the net I see your big brown areolae and your thick hard nipples straining a thin silk top that does little to conceal your cold - or is it excitement? Your tiny skirt has ridden up to show a bit of creamy thighs before they disappear into long black-leather boots with laces and studs the whole way down. A small heel holds your ankles bent, showing off your shapely calves. I'm watching you, facinated by your fingers, painted red to match your lips. You're moving them in circles, idly wrapping them in the little chain hanging from around your neck. Your jacket's covered in patches from concerts you've been to see. You turn your head just a little and I see you're wearing two earings in one ear. A silver cross dangles from a chain and a black onyx stone set into a large silver base. How ornate the base. I wonder if it was a gift. A gentle breeze blows the cross and I imagine the sensation it must create for you. As you turn back again, I see a feather I missed before. Hanging from a silver clasp, it must be a large crow or a raven. In my mind I decide it must be a raven, it somehow fits you better. You're talking to a friend, a red-headed girl with big green eyes, pale skin and lots of little brown freckles. Her hair is straight and a little kinked and falls just below her shoulders. She too is dressed in leather; a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She is wearing a brown, leather jumpsuit with lots of silver zippers. It ends in a skirt though, instead of pants, that reaches to her knees. A large zipper, from top to bottom, is partially undone. She too, like you, is wearing a large studded collar. Her suit is open at the neck, straining against her cleavage. Her breasts, widely set, push against the hard-soft leather. No bra, I note as I drop my eyes down to see her butt, nicely-shaped behind wide hips. I look further down and see her feet, she's wearing boots as well, but not like yours at all. Hers are smoother, not studded like yours, they're also made of softer leather; I can see the bulge her ankles make as they strain against the black leather at her feet. A little silver stud tips the ends of each her boots. The tops fold down about three inches. It gives her an exotic look. I look back up as you're finishing saying something to her. It must have been a joke since she tosses back her head and laughs. Her lipstick is not as dark as the lipstick you have on. It almost matches her hair and brings the color to her eyes. She leans over you and whispers in your ear. You start to grin and look my way and then turn back again. You subtly shift and I see your rear, firm and plump set behind wide hips as well. The two of you must be about the same height I think, my mind racing with desire. By now I'm so enraptured, I can hardly look away. Then you shift again. Your legs slightly part. I see your little white panties, a little lace border around the edges. Your thick, black bush strains against the cloth, causing your mound to bulge. Unconsciously I lick my lips. I notice some hairs escaping. The thought of touching you there, feeling your soft panties covering your coarse pubic hair gets my cock hard and it strains against my jeans. In my mind I hold you tight and rub my hands across your leather. The musky smell of you and it drives me wild with passion. Then suddenly, the two of you rise, and to my horror begin to walk away. After about fifty feet you stop and glance briefly over your shoulder. A quick smile darts your lips and then its gone and you start to walk away again. I watch your asses gently swaying, firm and hard young asses. I feel compelled to follow. I feel a little sheepish knowing that anytime you might turn around and catch me following you. You come to the corner and you pause again, waiting for the cars to pass. You turn a little and my heart stops, you look almost at me and I see that smile again. Almost like a game, I think but knowing it probably isn't. I follow anyway to see where you'll go as the light changes and you start to cross the street. You lead me on, down busy streets, winding your way through the crowd. You duck into an alley. I'm almost afraid to enter. As you round the corner, almost out of sight, you stop again and wait. As I pluck up my courage and step into the alley, then you continue walking again. Maybe this IS a game I think to myself. I start to like this silent stalking. Who's stalking who I wonder. You turn to your friend and say something. I hear the musical notes of your voice but the wind snatches away the words. Your friend nods her head and you turn into a doorway. As soon as your gone, I steel my heart and timidly open the door behind you. A set of steps leads upward into dark corners but I hear the swishing of your leather. I start to climb the stairs, cringing at every creak. Surely you've called the police by now I think, and my mind conjures images of jails and prisons and big guys named Butch. As I round the corner, I hear some giggles, faint girlish giggles and some 'shusshing' sounds as well. One more flight of stairs, I think, before my world will end. Bright lights and interrogation at the hands of the local police. I read the headlines in my imagination, "Stalker-Rapist Caught in Downtown Apartment" (see story on page 2C). "Stalker-Rapist Gets Electric Chair", "Jury Has No Mercy on Stalker-Rapist". My mind is whirling, I don't know what I'm doing or why I'm here. I'm just about to turn and run when suddenly you come into view. "Don't go" you ask, and then you turn away again. Suddenly I am more puzzled than before. The Stalker-Rapist image fades away. My curiosity peaked, I turn the last corner, and step into a room. I see you standing there beside the bed, its covers rumpled. You're playing with a zipper on your jacket. You say nothing, you just look at me. I sense your swift, yet casual appraisal, taking in my being. You glance at my dirty-blonde hair, scraggly beard. Unimpressed you continue down, your eyes take in my shirt. Nothing special, a mustard stain on the right side near my stomach. Your eyes widen just a fraction as they sweep across my crotch. A moment's curl, a tiny smile, and then the expression drops. You see my jeans, nothing special there, and finally to my shoes. A pair of nikes, they once were white but that was a long time ago. Then you raise your head again and beckon me with your finger. I take a step toward you; you reach out your hand to me. As soon as our fingers touch, electricty flows between us. Your eyes lock mine and I know I am yours forever. The feeling lasts but a moment and then I hear a sound behind me. Just a creak, a tiny sound, but it brings me back to reality. I whirl around just in time to catch a glimpse of she- Your friend, it seems, has plans for me. I feel the cold, hard steel of a handcuff to my wrist. A quick 'clack', 'clack' and I am yours to keep. I twist and struggle briefly but suprise is on your side. Within moments I am tightly bound, my eyes are wide with fright. "Shhh", you softly soothe, "no one wants to hurt you." I relax a bit and you smile again. Your friend steps around from behind me, she's smiling too. "I am Mistress Moon", you say, "and this is Mistress Rachael." I'm scared again and start to tug at the restraints that bind my wrists. You gently laugh and run your hand over my chest. It feels good so I stop for a moment. You unbutton my top button and you move your face close to my chest. I can feel your hot breath against my skin. Your nose is inches from my body, you take in my man-smell. With a cautious tongue, you dart it out and quickly taste my skin. I shudder with excitement, goose bumps start to rise. You stand up again, your face turns stern. "Do you know why you're here?" you ask. I shake my head no. You continue on... "You're just a man and I'm a woman, your purpose is to please me." I start to tremble again, and you laugh. You turn away but I stand there, not knowing what comes next. You motion for your friend and she comes over and stands beside you. You take her hand, she turns her head. You kiss her gently on the lips. Without stopping, you turn a little, so you can just see me out of the corner of your eye. I stand entralled, thrilled at what you're allowing me to witness. I've never seen two beautiful women kissing before. You look back at your friend and start to kiss her harder. Your friend's breathing gets faster. With your other hand, you slowly start to caress her body. You run your hand along the leather. You stop over each bulging breast, caressing the soft flesh underneath the hard-soft leather. She begins to moan just a little so you move your hand away. Without a sound, you shift your position, now you're holding her more fully in your embrace. I can tell you like to be in charge, she likes to let you. Your kissing grows more passionate, your hand finds her ass. You begin to rub it softly, she rubs it harder back at you. I watch you while your tongues entwine, writhing where you're standing. Your woman-musk fills the air. Your foot touches hers and you push it sideways to spread her legs a little. She begins to moan as you rubs he mound, buried beneath the leather. You look at me again, I nod and you look away. You start to push her back, toward te wall. Soon she's up against it. You spread her legs with your knees. She holds one leg up, against your body. You rub your knee against her crotch, she moans in lustful pleasure. She starts to jerk and push back towards you. For a while, you let her. Just as it seems she can bear no more you stop as suddenly as you started. She looks at you with passion's eyes, you laugh as she twists away without you. Then you grab her wrist and pull it above her head. With little or no resistance, she allows herself to be lead. I follow he wrist along the wall, till to a ring you come. A binding there you fasten. Her wrist secure, you find her other, till finally she is as bound as I. I look at her, against the wall. Her wrists bound above her head, her legs to rings set in the floor. The leather of her jumpsuit is stretched taught against her body. She struggles and strains, trying to make the hard-soft leather do what your knee was doing only a moment ago. Her rich, full lips pouting, her eyes are bright with lust. She strains against her bonds, her hips quickly thrust. You step away a step, you look at her a moment. Satisfied you turn around. You're looking at me now, my pulse quickens. My head is throbbing with delicious thoughts, my loins are burning hot. You smile at me and come toward me. I take a step toward you. Your eyes flash once and then they lighten, you forgive me my trangression. You take the chain you've bound me with and lead me toward the wall. You stop me directly in front of Mistress Rachael, her lusting eyes upon me. With precisioned moves, you bind me to another set of rings anchored to the ceiling. I'm so close to her I can feel her breath, hot and humid and horny. Her writhing body just out of reach, her leather lightly brushes my skin for a moment. You've positioned us well. Just far enough apart so our lust adds to each other. We've locked our eyes and lick our lips, it's all we can do together. "Enough" you command, she quickly stops, "Now I want some pleasure." You come to us, you run your hands over our bodies, pulling us together. You look at me and smile. "This is for you." you say. You grasp her zipper and pull it down. Slowly revealing her to me. Her body is beautiful. Her breasts are full. But I notice she's wearing a bra after all. A tiny bra, made of satin. A light lavender-purple with a little red trim around the edges. She's standing there, allowing you to pull her zipper down. About half-way you stop. She moans. You lightly slap he across the face, she moans again. You slap her again. You run your hand across her chest. Around her neck and then caress her breast. You handle each one gently, you feel its weight in your hand. The satin bra can barely hold this burden, it jiggles both her breasts. You rub her nipples through the bra. I see them start to stiffen. You lean down and breath on them. They strain against the thin material. I'm watching you, my dick is hard, threatening to cut off my circulation. I've never been so aroused, I watch with rapt attention. I look down her body, the leather suit is splayed. She looks just like a fragile butterfly, about to be filleted. The suit opens around her hips, her heaving breasts in view. The contrast between the satin and leather begins to take its due. I start to breath more heavily. I start to writhe and moan. Suddenly you stop and look at me. I stiffen. "Stop it!" is all you say. I must not have obeyed properly, you hit me with your hand. "Stop it!" you say again. I wimper but comply. You smile again and run your hand down my chest. You run your hand across my waist. You stop when you reach my dick. The pressure of your hand feels good, I push against it. You let me for a moment and then you say "I said Stop It!" once again. With great reluctance, I stop my thrusting. You leave your hand there anyway. You start to rub my bulging cock, my jeans only add to the friction. Its hard to stand there with you rubbing my cock and not moving. It takes all my will power to keep from crying out. "Mistress Moon!" I beg, your hand slaps me cruelly. "You shall not speak unless I command it." Your eyes are bright with fire. "I know what I'm doing, do you trust me?" you ask. I nod my head slowly, you bring your hand to my cheek, touch me softly and then you smack it. Your slap brings tears and burning pain, but only for a moment. You touch my cheek again, and tenderly stroke where you slapped it. You reach up and wipe away a tear that escaped from my eye. Then you turn to her again. You take her zipper and tug it some more. You pull it all the way to the bottom. She thrusts her hips away from the wall, her suit falls all the way open. She is now totally exposed. I can see her tiny panties. They're made to match her bra, the same satiny material hugs her mound. I can tell it's been trimmed. Her mound looks long and narrow. It pushes the fabric outward. The way her legs are spread, I can see the outline of her vagina, hidden neatly underneath. A small, damp patch around her cunt gives away her lust and pleasure. Her open thighs allow a fresh waft of her woman-smell to reach my nose. My cock gets harder, if that's possible to imagine. You bend down to play with something, and then I see what's happening. You're turning a little bolt that pulls her legs wider apart. She gives a little moan. You crank it once more and then you stop. You straigten up and look her in the eye. You place your hand on her belly. She moans a little, you give her a tiny slap on the tummy and then you rub her in circles. She starts to writhe a little as you move toward her cunt. You brush it lightly and then move your hand away. She wimpers but you just laugh. You move your hand across her thigh, down her leg until you come to her knee. You tickle her special place behind the knee. I watch, riveted by the spot that grows in her panties. As you rub her knee, it grows and grows until she shudders and goes limp. You smile and then turn to me. "You're next." you say. You kiss my cheek and rubs your hands across my chest. She watches through half-closed eyes as you move your hand downward. You come again to my cock and give it a slight squeeze with your fingers. As you press against my dick, you reach your other hand to my ass and rub my butt awhile. Then you slowly start to squeeze your hands together, creating a deliciously tight sensation. You hold your grip but start to run your hands around in circles. I moan and you lightly pinch my cock. "Time to see what you've got hidden." you smile and lick your lips. You reach my belt and unfasten it. You lower my pants around my hips. My prick stands tall, forming a tent in my underwear. You giggle slightly and then press your lips to my bulge. You clamp down lightly with your teeth, I shudder from the sensation, I feel your hot breath against my balls, and tighten in anticipation. Then you stop and stand again. Your hands once more to my chest. You unbutton each button slowly, you open my shirt delicately and pinch my nipples. A wave of pleasure makes me moan, you tweak them a little harder. I moan again and you smile, you twist them in your fingers. I feel like I'm in agony, but sweet agony it is. You move your other hand to my ass and rub me there a little. Then you move around to my cock, you circle it with your fingers. Still pinching my nipples in one hand, you gently tighten with the other. Alternating sensations coursing through my body. Its hard to know which to feel. My senses are overloaded. You start to rub my cock again, through my underwear; I feel like I'm about to explode. You feel my balls get tighter, a knowing smile flits across your lips. Suddenly you leave my cock and kiss me on the mouth. I look over out of the corner of my eye and see she's getting excited. She's watching us intently, flicking her tongue as if it was yours, trying to enjoy me too. She strains against her bonds, her breasts jut out sexily. Her crotch is grinding in thin air, my cock is straining to reach it. You laugh a little, you know what's going on. You bring your knee up to my dick and press into it hard. The presure brings a strange relief, I rub myself on you. You move your knee and slap my dick. It stings but in a pleasurable way. "Your pleasure is for me to release." you softly chide. "Now you'll just have to watch." You turn to her again, you flick her clit with your finger. She jerks in pleasure and softly moans. You chuckle and then you walk away. As soon as you're gone she looks at me and licks her lips, slowly, sensuously. She pushes her pussy toward me, though she can't quite reach. I arch my back and thrust toward her. Our crotches lightly meet. She moves her hips in tiny circles. The pleasure is immense. With all the stroking you'ld given me, I am on the edge. Her tiny circles push me over, my balls pump cum into my underwear, she laughs and relaxes. When you come back she looks at me, her eyes on the stain in my shorts. You follow her gaze and when you see, you sharply jerk my chain. "I told you you were mine to please, and now you've gone and done it!" Your angry eyes flash at me and you smack my butt pretty hard. She looks at me and smiles, and licks her lips. You continue to smack my butt and now it begins to hurt. You grabs my balls and pull them hard. You twist my dick in your hand. Then you reach inside my shorts and get my cum on your fingers. You turn toward her and smear my cum on her lips. Her tongue darts out, tasting, licking. Soon she licks her face clean, you turn to me again, you tug my shorts around my knees and jerk my dick some more. You're still mad at me, but I can sense your secret pleasure. You knew all along what would happen when you left the room. "Mistress Rachael!" you sharply bark. Her heads snaps to attention. "I left you here to get a few things, I was going to use on him." Her eyes grow wide as you reach behind you and pull out a huge vibrating dildo. You turn to me and tell me. "You think you've had your fun? I want you to watch what happens when you disobey like you've done!" With that you reach out and grab a handful of tit. And cruelly twist it around until she whimpers with the pain. You smack her hard across the cheek, "That's for what you've done. You cunt, you slut, you bitch-dog." You slap her breast again. Then you reach out and grab her bra and with a single motion you rip it from her. She cries out from the sting; I can see red marks from the straps. You reach between her legs and fiddle with something against the wall. Then you put the dildo on it and arrange it so it rubs against her cunt. When you back away I see it, attached to the wall. It juts out between her legs and vibrates directly on her pussy. She begins to moan, you slap her each time she does. She wiggles on the fake dick and grinds her pussy on it. Every time she makes a sound, you slap her breasts and tease her. Her panties are jammed between her lips, I can see her struggling to get over the head of the dildo. But you know what you're doing. The dildo is just out of reach. You tweak her nipples and slap her rear, she's really starting to get into this. You reach up and grab her throat and start to choke her. She's coughing now, and sputtering but still you hold your grip. Then I watch her stiffen, her body starts to twist. You jam three fingers up her cunt and savagely thrust them in and out. She cries out between gasping breaths and you jab up in her as she does. Watching this has made me hard again. I'm beginning to get into the rythm. She screams out loud and jams down on your fingers. Her body shudders and starts to quake, her eyelids flutter and her eyes roll back into her head. With a final gasp she stops. Her body limp, her head hangs down. You relax your grip from around her throat and remove your fingers from her cunt. You bring your fingers to your mouth and lick them in front of me. You're watching me now, my dick starts twitching. You lick your fingers sexily, I can't help my feelings. I start to come but you quickly grab me, "Oh no you don't! Not again!", as you grab my cock around the base and hold me till the spasms subside. "Look at her. She's had enough. That should teach you a lesson." I wimper something softly, you slap me, "Did I ask you to speak?" My cock is limp but my balls are tight. My body aches to cum. You remove your skirt and panties. You push your panties into my face. They are dripping with woman-juice and you tell me to lick them dry. I stick my tongue out slowly, I taste them and they taste delicious. Salty and musky. Woman-smell. My cock rises to full attention. You laugh at it and say "Just like a man, can't keep his feelings hidden!" You're eyes twinkle a little, still you hold the panties to my face. My every breath is filled with you. My cheeks are starting to ache. You step back a step and spread your legs. You lean over backwards a little. You srpread your lips with your fingers, "Do you like what you see?" Your cunt is full and fleshy. Your clit is standing out. Your juices are running down your legs. You take off your jacket, remove your shirt and top. Your bare breasts are jutting out, your nipples hot and taught. You pick up your coat again and slide it on your shoulders. All you're wearing know is your coat and your boots. With a look of pure excitement, your face is flushed and red. You take a step toward me, you touch my cock with your hand. You rub your cunt against me, you bite my neck hard. I feel your juices running down my hip; you dig your nails into my butt. You hump against my hip until it brings you off. Now you're slightly sated and begin to take your time, "Its time for you to have me" you smile. You swing your leg over the dildo between us and rest against her, against the wall. She moans softly but you say nothing at all. You simply rub your body, your back against her front. Her breasts are pushing in your back, your ass against her cunt. Slowly she opens her eyes and begins thrusting back. You slam her back against the wall, she slams into you again. Both your cunts are riding, the faithful dildo vibrating between your legs. I look at it's massive head, slick with the juice of your pussies. You reach for me and grab me, your arms around my waist. You pull me toward you as far as my chains will reach, your breasts against my front. You bite my nipples with your teeth as you pound me with your cunt. Suddenly without any warning, I slip inside of you. Our bodies touch, we start to fuck, pounding rythm, you slam me, I slam you, you slam her against the wall. She pushes you, you push me, we continue to ball. Your hips begin a little wiggle, feeling that plastic dick, your steaming crotch is slippery with your juices. You move your ass so it's in the way, and on the next thrust, you manuver me so the dildo slides into your ass. You're completely filled, you start to moan. I begin to moan with you. Mistress Rachael's against the wall, rubbing against you. You scream and curse, you shimmy and shake, you fuck me for all it's worth. She is coming already, her passion can be heard. With a mighty tremor you start to shake, you pussy clamps down on me. This sudden thrill is more than I can take, I start to cum inside you. "Fuck me harder!" you beg me now, "Fuck me, you slimy bastard! I want to feel that cock of yours run me through, fuck me till I- Nnnh, Nnnh... NhhhhaaaAAAAAAGHHHHH!" You scream a lusty, animal scream. You jam back down on the cock inside your ass, she holds you tight, you scream some more, your face is tight with pleasure. I'm cumming too, holding you. And soon we collapse together. We stay like this for a long while. I really don't know how long. When I finally look up, it's dark outside. The only light is from a street lamp. You kiss me tenderly. You hand runs along my cheek. You reach between your legs and turn off the plastic dick. You smile at me and start to kiss me. And when I open my mouth, you thrust your tongue inside and clamp it down on mine. You ask me to never leave you, to stay and be your slave. I tell you though, I enjoyed the day, next time is YOUR turn in chains! --