Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 22:55:01 -0500
From: EH
Subject: All for Lynn

Tad was nude and lay on his back on a low, sturdy, padded bench near and
at right angles to a wall in a room in Lynn's basement. The bench was
secured to the floor. Tad's arms were pulled back over his head. His
bound wrists were tied to the horizontal brace between the two legs at
that end of the bench. Tad's buttocks extended about half beyond the
other end of the bench and his legs, which were cuffed at the knees, were
pulled back and apart by ropes that were attached to the walls. There was
a wedge shaped pillow that supported his lower back. The effect was to
leave Tad's body open and on display.

"Don't go away," Lynn had said after she tied the last knot and looked
down on Tad from between his legs at the end of the bench. She squeezed
his cock erect, then she left the room.

When Lynn came back she had what looked like an old black purse. She set
it down by the right side of the bed then got the straight backed wooden
chair from the corner of the room and put the chair near the head of the
bench. Lynn sat down on the chair then moved to its edge. Leaning
toward Tad's torso she started tweaking his right nipple. He watched her
fingers then returned her glance when she looked at him and spoke.

"You like having your nipples played with, don't you?"

He nodded his head "yes" and she continued twisting and pinching lightly.
Both watched her fingers and neither said anything.

As she increased the pressure some, added pulling to what else she'd
been doing, and alternated her attention between both of his nipples, Tad
closed his eyes and began to breathe more heavily. He began moving his
hips and his penis started to twitch, too.

"Getting hot?" Lynn asked matter of factly.

"Yes," he said faintly and without opening his eyes.

After a few more minutes of her play he was breathing faster and his cock
was almost uncomfortably erect.

"You're responding well," she said. "See, you like being tied up just
like I told you you would."

She was right, he thought. He did like it and now he was glad he'd given
in again.

"Now the blindfold," she said while lifting his head and adjusting the
straps.

As Lynn continued to arouse him, Tad thought back to when they'd first
met. It was just a couple of months ago. They'd met at her office and
she'd invited him over after work. Sitting together on the couch on the
porch while having a drink and then another had escalated. It began with
talking suggestively which had led to touching, caressing, kissing,
fondling and then her suggestion of, "Let's go to the bedroom."

After they hurriedly pulled down the covers, Lynn had said, "I want on
top." She liked it that way best and usually with a pillow under Tad's
buttocks for deeper penetration. She also liked her dangling breasts
stroked and her nipples fingered. Mostly though she liked being in
control and the female dominant position gave her that control.

That day when he had lain back on the sheets, Lynn straddled him. Then,
looking down at his erect cock, she took it with her hand, pulled it back
toward her, and, as she moved forward slightly, slipped it between her
pussy lips. By moving forward a bit more she was riding his pole.

When they made love after that she gradually took more control. Lynn
liked face sitting and, as she coupled it with nipple play, keeping his
cock aroused, and long sex play, he liked it too. Although Tad had been
reluctant to let her tie him up, he'd eventually given in. Now it was a
regular part of their sex play. Now she usually had him when he was on
his back and tied to the four corners of her double bed. After several
face-sitting orgasms she would put an inflatable cuff around his cock. It
was rigged to a small pump that would inflate and relax the pump at
regular intervals. That way she could keep him aroused and erect for
hours. She always blindfolded or hooded him, too.

For Tad, just thinking of Lynn's slippery, tight cunt made his cock
twitch. He wanted her on top and him in her again.

When the blindfold covered his eyes and had been adjusted for comfort,
Lynn sat in a chair next to the bench. Her left arm was behind his head
and she had leaned over so he could feel her face touching his right
cheek. With her right hand Lynn began to slowly and softly caress his
right nipple.

"There're other things I want to do to you that I think you'll like,"
she said softly between moments of running the tip of her tongue along
his ear. "Want to know what they are?"

"I can probably guess," he replied before moaning softly as she pinched
his nipple quickly and lightly.

"O K, guess" Lynn said and he could feel her tickling breath on his ear
as she spoke. "If you use your imagination and get close, I'll let you
come however you want. And if you're really a good guesser, the next
time we do this I'll bring along a girl friend and you can fuck her.
Want that?

"Mm, Hmm," he answered.

"Good boy," and she kissed him on the cheek. She continued, "You'll
never get it if I don't give you some clues."

"O K, that'll help."

"Here's the first one," she said while pinching his nipple, twisting it,
and pulling it as high as she could, "Story of O."

"I can't think if you keep doing that."

"Fair enough," and she released her grip.

Tad thought a few seconds, then guessed, "You want me to be your slave?"

Lynn tilted her head back and laughed lightly. "You already are in some
respects. You come when I call, I tie you up and play with you whenever I
want, and my pussy and I control your life."

She paused, turned to look at his stiff penis, then continued, "Somebody
once said that people talk about what they're interested in. If you're
thinking about slavery, maybe I'm not doing enough to control you. How
about a cock ring," and she circled his cock with a thumb and forefinger,
"or a chastity belt?" and Lynn squeezed his cock between her fingers and
thumb.

Tad moved his hips up and down in an effort to fuck her hand.

"Hmmmm," she began again slowly, "We know what you'd like now, don't
we, but what about my suggestions or, maybe, something else?"

"Maybe. It would depend on what we come up with."

"O.K. I'll remember that but that's not it. Try again."

"Any more clues."

"No, not yet. "The Story of O" is good enough. As I recall your copy's
so well thumbed that you should get it."

"You want to whip me?"

"Actually, I'd like you to be my whipping boy. I've always fantasized
about tying your hands up and thrashing your butt and thighs. I'd like
to whip your inner thighs, too. Remember Ann Marie said they're the most
sensitive target. Of course I'd make the pain as erotic as I could for
you because I'd like you to learn to beg to be lashed before you cum."

The idea excited Tad tremendously as he lay there spread and vulnerable.
Though they'd never discussed her whipping him, he'd thought about it.
He hadn't wanted to bring up the subject before but now, after both of
them had mentioned it, he felt he could talk about what he wanted. He was
in the position for it, too.

Tad moved his hips and said, "Do you want to do it to me now, just like
you said?"

Lynn ran one hand along the inside of his thigh, then squeezed.

"That's the attitude," she said, "Just like O. Remember how she looked
forward to it. But, my slave, you'll have to wait a bit for the stripes.
First, let's finish the quiz. All this fantasy is fun. I'll give you
another clue, then guess again"

Slowly Lynn moved her right hand from his thigh to his balls. With her
thumb and forefinger Lynn circled his sack between his cock and balls.
She tightened the ring while lightly squeezing his testicles with her
fingers.

After a silent minute, Tad asked, "Is that the clue?"

"Yes, now guess."

"You want to make me wear one of those chastity belts?"

"No."

"You want to put a strap around my balls?"

"Mmm."

Then, before she could answer, he said somewhat jokingly, "You don't
want to castrate me, do you?"

"I hadn't thought about that," Lynn replied slowly as she massaged his
testicless. "No, I don't think so. You're more easily controlled with
your balls than you would be without them." She paused for a few seconds
then said teasingly, "You can keep them for the time being. Another
guess? You were getting close with, `a strap.'"

"A metal ring?'

"Well that's about it. Remember that O had a ring though her outer lips
so Sir Stephan could attach a chain to it and lead her by her pussy.
That's about what I'd like to do to you. I want you to have a ring
around your scrotum between your penis and your balls so I can lead you
around by your nuts."

The idea excited him. After a moment when they were both thinking about
her request, Tad replied, "O.K. You know I'm bound to please you and I'll
come when you..."

As he was speaking, she leaned over him so that her right breast was over
his face. Then she lowered it and ran her erect nipple over his lips.
That silenced Tad. He tried to nip her nipple, but Lynn pulled back
then teased him with the nipple that barely touched his lips. "That's
another clue," she said, pulling back again and sitting up.

"That's no clue, you're just tormenting me."

"No, it's a clue. Guess again."

After Tad's next mistaken guess, Lynn had a resigned look on her face.

"Oh, Tad," she said with a sigh, "You'll never get it. I guess I'll
have to tell you." She leaned over him again. This time her mouth at his
ear, one hand caressed his hair, and the other rubbed his chest. "I want
to loan you to my friends. That's the answer. Don't you remember,
that's what happened to O"

"Your friends...Who are they? Do I know them?" From beneath his mask Tad
was searching his mind for the names and images of Lynn's girlfriends.
"Linda, Terri, Helen...?" He realized he only knew three. When Lynn
didn't answer, he added, "How many women are there?" then, in a slightly
worried tone, "What do you want me to do for your girlfriends?"

Lynn smiled and answered, "What makes you think they're all women?"

In amazement Tad turned his head toward her and started to say something.
As he opened his mouth, Lynn pinched his nostrils together and pushed a
rubber ball gag between his lips. Tad mumbled, turned his head and
thrashed against his bonds. As he did so Lynn tightened the ball gag's
straps behind his head.

"Now you're ready," Lynn said. "You see Tad I want to join a club."
Lynn's head was near his and she was speaking softly into his ear while
holding his erect penis in her fist. "It's a master-slave club. There
are several master-slave pairs in the club and all the masters are women.
A master has to bring a slave into the club. Some of the slaves are women
and some are men. If you consent to be my slave, I can join. If you agree
today is your trial. If you don't want to do this, Tad, just shake your
head `no.' I'll untie you and you can leave. We won't see each other
again, though. I'll start looking for someone else. That'll be the end
of it. If you want to go ahead, nod your head `yes.'"

Lynn began to kiss his face and stroke his hair while looking at him with
a soft questioning glance.

Tad thought for a few moments then nodded his head `yes.'

"Good," she said. "I think you'll enjoy it more than just the two of us
playing together.".

While Tad squirmed against the ropes and tried to say something through
his ball gag, Lynn left the room. In a few moments, Tad heard Lynn
talking on her cell phone. He couldn't make out what she was saying.
When she finished she came back to the bench and again sat down beside
him.

She began, "In a few minutes two of my friends are coming over. I've
been telling them about you and they want to see you. They want to see
you perform, too. You won't disappoint them will you?"

Tad shook his head `no.'

"Good, now I'm going to prepare you."