Subject: "A Hot Visit", Parts 1-5 (complete) by SD *************************** "A Hot Visit" Part 1 Hello, Ty. Yes, dear, I'm here. You thought perhaps someone else hooded, stripped, and bound you, and brought you forcibly to this place ? Many would love to do so, you know <fondling your ass> I hoped you would think it someone else. I like it when you're frightened. It has been fun watching you squirm about on the bed, hogtied and hooded as you are. I like watching you when you think you're alone. <sitting on the bed and removing the hood from your head> <stroking your hair> Warm in that hood, eh ? Well, I've some ideas about that. But you were getting me pretty hot too. And I've some ideas about that, too. <pulling you forward, pushing your face down, and pushing the tip of my trouser zipper between your teeth> Pull it down, Ty. Good girl. Now put your tongue in there and get my cock out. Good. Kiss it. Keep kissing it. Hmmmmmmm...oh. Now run your tongue all around the head. Good...ohhh...good Keep going....aaaaaaahhhh...oooohhh...ahhhhh Now take it in your mouth... Good...Now suck me....ahhh..faster....ahhh.... <watching your head bob up and down on my cock as you lay between my spread legs, also letting my eyes run over your naked body, lingering on the ropes tightly encircling your clothbound wrists, and your raised and bound ankles> <breathing heavily> Ah... that was very nice, Ty. <grasping your hair and rasing your head so I can look in your face> I trust you know that you earned no mercy. I use you however I like and there's nothing that you can do about it. You're my prisoner and until I decide to let you go - if I decide to let you go - I'll use you as my toy. For that you receive no reward. I'll use you for my pleasure, always, and never worry about what you deserve. <untying your ankles> Now, let's see about how hot you were <holding you by the arm as you walk unsteadily alongside me as I take you to the shower; reaching the shower I pull you in and untie your wrists, then retie them in front of you, then rasing your hands and tieing them to shower head, then stepping back and turning on cold water> Nice shriek, Ty. What, you don't like the cold water <turning the water pressure up, and enjoying watching you squirm and shiver as the icy stream runs over your naked body> ? Poor dear. Well, let me fix that <switching off the cold water, and turning on the hot water that I'd run before I came for you (so to speak). What a nice scream, Ty. My, you dance so well, dear. <holding shower curtain to shield me as I bind your ankles> That should keep you a little more still. Yes, dear, I know that water is hot. But not nearly as hot as your tears. I love it when you cry, and yes, I can tell, even now, that you're crying <turning off water, picking up short and wide leather strap and spanking your ass> Go, on dear, do keep crying... Yes... That was good, dear <stroking your sore, red bottom> Now I think you need to clean up some. What a delightfully frightened look you have, dear <disrobing and getting into the shower, and running my hands over your sides and breasts, then kneeling down to untie your ankles, and then spread them and place them in a spreader bar> No, dear, no more burning water, not just yet <taking liquid soap, and rubbing the soap hard into your neck and shoulder and upper back, then your hips and ass, then your belly, then spending a very long time lathering up your breasts. Then running my hands up your raised arms, taking and squeezing your hands as I rub my body against yours, then reaching down to put a hand in your hair to turn your face so I can kiss your lips, and then kiss you again, and again, before kneeling again at your feet and rubbing soap on your feet, then rubbing the liquid soap hard into your calves, and working up to your thighs and ass and thoroughly lathering thenm both, then turning you around lathering your shins and knees, then leaning into kiss your lower lips repeatedly) Get up on your tiptoes, Ty. Go on, UP. UP ! <as you tremble on tiptoes, I run my tongue over your clit, gently circling it, then flicking my tongue across it, getting you into a lather while my hand lather your legs and hips, then rising to my feet, I pull your hips back, making you bend forward as far as your raised and bound arms allow, and taking a hold of your hips I slide my cock into your pussy, then using light pressure from my hands on your hips I rock your hips as I begin to slowly move in and out of you and gradually increase the pace, my hands sliding up your flanks to find your breasts and caress them while I slide in and out of your pussy, rocking my hips from side to side as I do so, then pulling you back against me I keep thrusting into your as my lips kiss you unlathered face, then I turn on the water and a pleasant warm stream runs down your neck and shoulders and back, clearing your neck for my kisses and I devour you neck as I fuck your pussy and as my wet left hand slides down to your ass and around to your belly and downward, the right still caressing your breast as my left find and strokes your clit, and I warn you not to come without permission while I continue to fuck your pussy and stroke your clit. Then I slide out of your vagina, and while one wet hand keeps stroking your clit, a wet fingertip slides around your anus, and then the finger slides in, and begins finger fucking your ass, and then a second finger slides into your ass to continue the fucking, and then I kneel dow and kiss you along your spine while my hand drops from your clit to stroke your lower lips before inserting a finger into your pussy to finger fuck it, and soon another, and then another, and while three wet fingers fuck your vagina two others are relentlessly assaulting your anus, and I warn you again that you may not come, and then I stand again, and slide both hands to your hips and holding your hips firmly I press the head of my cock to your anus and rub it against your wet anus and then press gently and then a bit more urgently, and the head pops within you and I start making slow, shallow thrusts, increasing force and depth and velocity steadily as my hands pull you back onto me and my legs push my hips as I move my cock in and out of your ass while my lips prowl up and down your spine kissing you and when I can't hold back any longer I lift my mouth from the back of your neck to tell you that you can come as I show you that I can> <Moments later, as I lean against you, my chest pounding against your back and my arms around your waist, I recover enough to raise my arms and untie the rope from the shower head, and pick you up and take you from the shower to a big thick fuzzy towel on top of a soft fuzzy rug, and lay you there, placing your still bound hands around my neck as I kiss your face and mouth, and then get a towel and dry you off, and then as you lie there I take some moisturizing oil and rub it all over you, and remove the spreader bar and and cuddle with you for awhile, then kiss you again, then sit up and bind your ankles and tell you not to go anyplace, as I leave the room, and return with a net> No, dear. You aren't done yet <holding the net open for you> Crawl in, dear. Now. <chaining the net closed> Bound hand and foot, naked, and netted. Just as I like you, dear. <picking you up and carrying you to the dungeon> Did you like the oil ? I thought you would. And maybe you'll like what I've in mind for you now Or probably you won't. Which would also be good. <placing you on a table in the dungeon> You'll note these two cauldrons, dear. One is full of oil <sticking my hand in> Hot, but not burning. And one of wax (sticking my hand in> Very warm, and at a very stable temperature. Right now I think you find it uncomfortably hot. But perhaps not in a few minutes <shaking the net around until the chain is above your head, then locking the chain to a mechanical arm, then using the arm to swing you over the oil> Yes, dear, I nice oil bath for you. Well, actually, not so nice <lowering your net into the hot oil> He-he-he-he-he No, dear, you can't jump out of the pot. But it was fun to see you try. You'll get used to the temperature soon. <wait some minutes> See ? I told you that you'd adjust. Which is why I'm going to adjust the temperature upwards <evil grin> Yes, dear, even hotter. Yes, dear, this will be hot enough to burn you. Can't you feel the temperature rising already ? You squirm so nicely dear. There's no way for you to get out of the net or out of the pot. You'll just have to stay there and stew, Yes, dear, I know it's hot in there. Very hot. We'll have deepfried Ty soon <evil grin> No, dear, that isn't what I want. <raising you from the vat of hot oil, moving the arm, and slowly lowering you to your chin into the vat of simmering wax> Now, that probably doesn't feel so bad after the hot oil, does it ? I'm going to let you cook in there for a time, then I'll take you out and remove the wax. I haven't decided yet whether or not to do it quickly, by dangling your net and aiming a high pressure hose at it (the ultimate thud toy, my dear), or slowly with a nice dagger. That will give you something to think about, dear, while you hang there in the hot wax till I need to use your mouth again. Part 2 <some time later> Nice and warm, dear ? I hope the floral aromatics added to the wax have been pleasant. <Leaning across the vat with a tall glass full of ice and cola, and working the straw through the net and to your mouth> You must be thristy; at least, I hope you are. Have some soda. My, you are thirsty. <withdrawing the glass with about 75% still in it> Good. I figure you can stand the heat for a while more, dear. I won't let you be damaged, but I want you warmed up real good. I'll bring you out before you overheat; actually, a good bit before. <taking a stick and pushing you about as you hang in the net in the wax, then leaving the room, leaving the tall cool glass, condensation dripping from its side, on a table where you can see it> <returning later> I think you'll come out now <raising you from the wax> Messy, messy The high pressure hose would be fun to use on you. It'd be fun to pummel you as you hang there, or put you on the floor and roll you around. But not today, I think. But we'll have to get that wax off you somehow. <lowering you into the hot oil> We'll melt some of it away. Go on, Ty, squirm, it'll help break up the wax, and anyway, you look so nice squirming in pain. <removing you from the hot oils, lowering and opening the net and pulling you from it, dragging you to a padded table. After letting you drink a little cool fluid, I tie you face down on the table> First a nice flogging to remove some of that wax <long flogging of your back and ass and legs with a flogger with many wide soft braids> Now your front, Ty <releasing your bindings, turning you over, and tying you down again, this time using more rope and binding you tightly so you can't move> <giving you some more cool water> Don't worry, dear, I'm not going to flog your front <taking a very shiny dagger and holding it before your face> This will do nicely <carefully pressing one of the sharp sides of the dagger to your left breast and carefully scraping the wax off it, then running my hand over it repeatedly to clear the remaining bits; ten repeating the process on your right breast, and then between your breasts, then your belly, then your thighs, and then, very slowly and carefully and very, very, thorughly, between your legs, then flipping the dagger around and using its smooth handle to penetrate your vagina in slow smooth strokes while a finger keeps stroking your clit to assure it's completely free of wax, then, before you can come, moving on to clear other parts of you of wax (while periodically stroking your clit some more)> Almost done, dear. <Untying you and lifting you up from the table and holding you limply against me while I take a stiff brush, wet it in warm soapy water, and work the scratchy bristles over your bare skin, clearing the last bit of the wax while making your skin all over *very* sensitive, going slow, stopping periodically to tease your clit and pussy some more, then drying you with a nicely scratchy towel, then putting a heavy leather collar around your neck and leather cuffs on your wrists and locking your wrists to the collar, then putting padded leather cuffs on your ankles and locking a chain between them, and carrying you to a bear rug and laying you on it will rubbing you all over with bunny fur. Then replacing one bunny fur with a vampire glove, and using the bunny fur and vampire glove on you, either simultaneously on different parts of your body or alternately over the same parts, and sometimes using only one while the other hand stroked your clit, fondled your labia, or gently fingered/fisted your pussy, or, stopping other activity long enough to snap on a rubber glove, carefully probed your ass> Feel like fucking, Ty ? Not that it matters what you want. <undoing the chain between your ankle cuffs and laying on my back> Climb aboard, prisoner. Now move. Move nice and slow, but keep moving <enjoying the view, and the feelings, as you ride my cock> Ahhh...uhhmm...good...now, get off, and slide down and suck my cock Arrhhmmm...ahhh...goood...oohhh.... huuh-huuh-huuh-huuh You did swallow, I presume ? Good. <pulling you up to me and laying along side you kissing you and manually stimulating you to orgasm, then laying with you in my arms for a long while> <rising, and helping you up and leading you to a bed by the wall, then attaching a heavy leather and brassstrap to the back of your collar, then putting a belt on you and connected the strap to the belt, all before disconnecting your wrists from the collar and moving them behind your back and securing them to the strap, then fastening your ankles close together, turning on your side, back to the wall, and raising your feet and attaching your wrist cuffs to your belt; then using rings in the wall to secure you by the neck, belt, and ankles> <running my hands over your bare flesh, and kissing your face and mouth before putting a blindfold over your eyes> As you've probably guessed dear, you're not going anywhere just now. Or anytime soon. Take a rest until I get back. You'll need it. <stroking your hair, and nipple, and buttock, and the back of your thigh, before leaving the room and ostentatiously locking the door> Part 3 Rested, dear ? Time for more fun. Fun for me, that is. <undoing the connections to the wall and pushing you onto the the floor, then resting my foot on the back of your neck, then moving it under your face> Kiss my foot, Ty Oh, sorry, did I forget to mention the habanero juice on my shoe ? <watching the show> <releasing the hog tie and standing you on your feet, then putting high heels on you and tieing a cord from your ankle cuffs to an "O" ring, then undoing your hands from behind your back and rebinding them in front of you, far enough in front that you must lean far forwards, then removing the strap between your collar and belt> I'm going to come back later and whip your ass and back and then paddle your sore ass. But first I want you to think about it for awhile <fondling your breasts and caressing your buttocks before leaving again> <Returning some time later, how long you have no way to know, but long enough for the high heels - small and pointy-toed with very thin and extremely high heels - to make your feet ache> <running my hands over your body and kissing your mouth, then picking up a stingy whip and starting immediately ito a hard whipping of your back and buttocks and the backs of your legs> You squirm delightfully, dear. I love the way you bounce and the way you wobble on those heels as you make these futile efforts to avoid the whip. One thing might make this better <putting clamps on each niple, and hanging small chimes from them> That should do <resuming the whipping, and enjoying how you dance in your bonds and how the chimes swing and add their music to that of your moans and shrieks> <running my hand over your warm, striped ass> The paddle is going to hurt you so much, dear And I'm going to love it. <bringing the wide, heavy wood paddle across your ass, and striking again and again while you shriek and sob> <Removing your blindfold, and standing by to watch you cry; when you stop, releasing your hands and then taking you by the hair behind your head and forcing you to your knees> You look so sweet, kneeling with a face wet with tears. Now put your hands on the floor and rest your face on the hands while I finish your spanking. No, dear, you aren't done yet. Face on the floor, Ty. Now. <securing your wrists to another ring> I know how extreme pain can effect you, dear one. And even if you don't get the urge to smash my head, as I think you shall, I prefer thay you know that there is absolutely nothing that you could do about the situation, no matter how much you might wish to. <stroking your ass, then giving you ten hard hand slaps on each asscheek, then stroking your back and shoulders while you cry some more, then cleaning your face with soft tissues> Head down, Ty. You're a prisoner, a completely helpless, utterly powerless prisoner who will be used as a toy with no regard whatsoever to what you want. Now keep your head down and your ass up until further notice, sextoy. <standing and then softly kicking your ass, my instep catching you on the bottom of your ass and just between your ass cheeks, then taking a step before lightly digging a toe into your ribs, and then running my hand back and forth across your hair before walking away> <spend some time tinkering with some items in the dungeon> <returning to you, removing the cord holding your feet to the one "O" ring, and the one holding your wrists to the other ring, then fastening your wrists to the front of the belt, and taking you by the arms> Stand up dear. Good. A bit wobbly, eh ? Good. Now walk over to that table there. I know your ankles are closely hobbled and you are wearing foot-killer shoes. Just walk, Ty. You don't want to feel a cane on that ass, do you ? <enjoying the show as you babystep across the dungeon; only caning you a couple times> On the table, prisoner <helping you up> <Undoing your wrists and ankles and refastening them so you are spreadeagled, your burning back and buttocks pressed against the hard surface of the table; then taking several light scarves, and positioning them in patterns across and around your breasts and belly and sides and your thighs and crotch, using many tight clothespins to hold them in place; each clothespin has had plastic wings affixed to the other end> I know how much you enjoy large numbers of clothespins, dear <evil grin> Which is why you are so well secured. You may have experienced of "alligators", rows of clothespins strung together on a cord. This is more fun because I can position the clothespins wherever I want, and remove a bunch all at once by pulling away the scarf. It will hurt a lot. Of course, the clothespins hurt now, and clothespins always hurt more coming off, and they are going to come off in bunches, and the pain will be terrible. And since the longer we wait, the more it will hurt. So let's wait awhile. <setting up a rotating fan> While we are waiting, this fan <turning it on> will blow back and forth across your body, and keep all those nasty clothespins moving, so they hurt even more. Watch this glass, Ty. It's actually more of a fifteen minute glass than an hour glass. When the sands run out, that's when I start pulling off those scarves, one after another, and the clothespins with them. <getting out a tape recorder and setting it up> This, my dear, will be a series of screams I want to preserve and play for my pleasure. <watching you squirm and moan while the sands in the glass trickle away> Part 4 <after the screaming> <click off the tape record, and sit and enjoy watching you trembling and crying> That was wonderful, Ty. <rising and walking over to you, and stroking your face, moving my hand as you angrily turn your head> <evil grin> <Bringing up loops of rope from either side of the table, and, holding you by the hair when necessary, placing the loops over your head and into your mouth, then pulling them tight in your mouth, then tightening each rope until your head is firmly held, allowing you to hiss but not to bite> <stroking your face and breasts, and chuckling at your angry reactions> There's nothing you can do about my touch, Ty. There's nothing you can do about anything that I choose to do to you <getting up on the table, and w/o ceremony beginning to fuck - to rape - you, your struggles completely unavailing> <placing a blindfold your eyes, and walking away> <Returning from time to time to play with your nipples and clit. When your reactions cease to be hostile, I start kissing and stroking you all over, softly and slowly, covering the entire front of your trunk, as well as your neck and the tops and inside of your thighs, with soft kisses and fingertip massages, then with harder kisses and gentle caresses, before a finger begins sliding up and down your labia while another slowly circles your clit. Then a well-lubricated finger begins probing your vagina while my tongue begins working your clit, and finger and tongue work you over until you are on the brink of orgasm, then both stop> <after a long moment with you squirming amd squealing> Not quite so hostile now, eh, Ty <play with you some more then stop and observe> You seem to want my touch, dear <running my fingers along the inside of your thigh> But what you want doesn't matter, does it ? <kissing your inner thighs, and then your lower lips> It's what I want that matters <stroking your clit> And I want you to come <dropping my lips to your clit and hungrily kissing it and massaging it between them while one hand finger-fucks then half-fists you and the other plays with your nipples> <sitting back to watch you, then running my hand, and then my cock across your face, then letting the head rest between the ropes in your mouth and enjoying the feel as your tongue squeezes out to lick it> That feels good, dear. But you need to rest again. <bringing your outstretched arms down and securing them to your belt, adding some slack to your leg cords, and putting cuffs on your elbows and securing them to the table so that you can't move more than a few inches> You also need some fluids and nourishment <undoing the ropes in you mouth, then taking small cups of cool fruit juice and slowly pouring the juice into your mouth, then some warm - not hot - vegetable broth, alternating juices and broths for several small cups, then a few spoonfulls of pasta in a cream sauce. Then raising your head up and telling you to open your mouth, and then slowly sliding into it a chocolate canoli.> <Cleaning your mouth with a napkin, then softly running a damp cloth over you face, then giving you a quick sponge bath> Rest for a while, Ty. <kissing your mouth> <evil grin (somehow felt, though unseen)> I'm sure you know that you are going to need it. Part 5 <you awaken to your ankles being loosed and hobbled> I hope you slept well, Ty. I know you didn't sleep long enough, but you know the importance of keeping a prisoner tired. <removing the elbow cuffs, and helping you to your feet> Still wobbly, I see <removing blindfold, and letting your eyes adjust to the light as you stand there with my arm around you> Well, dear, it will be better soon. I'll be removing those terrible shoes soon. <evil grin> That's why I waited for your eyes to adjust; I do so enjoy seeing them widen so when you get frightened. And yes, if I'm going to take those delicious shoes off you, that does mean that there's something very bad - well, very bad for you - coming. Walk this way, dear. For once, I don't think you'll mind taking tiny steps <several minutes later, pushing aside a curtain to reveal a chair> I thought you like this. Those sharp, but not too sharp, steel cones on the back and arms and seat, and the bed of sarp, but not too sharp, pins in front of it. And, of course, that nice thick dildo in the center. Come closer <you hobble closer while I lubricate the dildo. Then I remove the chain from you legs and push your legs apart, and putting may hand in a container of lubricant, begin thoroughly lubricating your labia and vagina, until the trembling in your legs isn't entirely from nervousness and those hated heels> <Turning you around, positioning your feet on either side of the pins, then bending down to remove your shoes> Sit down, Ty. You know that no matter how bad anything is there's always something worse. Obedience, however awful, is always better than disobedience for you, prisoner. Now sit <guiding you down forcing you onto the dildo, and onto those nasty cones> <undoing you wrists, then fastening your wrists and elbows to the arms of the chair before applying shoulder straps and a waist belt, then a belt across your lap, all of them pressing you painfully onto the cones though the waist and lap belts are a bit loser and allow a little movement; then kneeling to remove your ankle cuffs before placing your ankles in a heavy steel device, and lowering it so that it forces your bare feet onto the pins> You appear to be in quite a bit of pain, Ty. Good. You'll soon be in much more. None of the pins or cones will break the skin, but they a lot hurt now and they'll hurt a lot more as time goes by. Oh, and by the way, the pins your feet are on, and eight of the many cones on which your sore ass and soft thighs rest, are electrified. Not all that severely, but enough to hurt a lot. Especially after an hour of so. After letting you really start to hurt from the cones, i'll turn on the current. They won't all be on at once; the pins will be charged in a series of patterns, perhaps in a few hours you'll be able to predict them. The patern of the cones will be quickly discernible: front and back and side to side. It's going to make you squirm rhythmically, which will make the cones bite more, and which will also, coincidently, move you around on that dildo. Which, BTW, vibrates. It should be most interesting seeing how many orgasms you can have while you suffer, dear. You remember this glass, dear ? <Setting timer> When the fifteen minutes are up the machines alongside the chair will start sending current to it. <turning on several bright, hot lights> I trust you don't mind - and it doesn't matter if you do - if I videotape you squirming and crying. Just a short time till it begins - though you seem to be squirming a bit now, dear - and it will continue... well, i'm not sure how long it will continue. At least until I judge you to have been completely exhausted. Then I'll take you off the chair and let you rest. And then maybe I'll take you home. Or maybe I'll make some adjustments to this visit's scripts, and we'll repeat them all again. END ************************************************************************ Steven S. Davis * sd@magenta.com * sdupland@delphi.com * ssdavis@ot.com Homepage, vanilla: http://links.magenta.com/~sd Homepage, kinky : http://links.magenta.com/lmnop/users/sd/sd.html http://links.magenta.com/lmnop/intro.html (go to Users)