gti
01-14-2003, 4:31 AM
the scene has changed to the well furnished drawing room above the basement....
"You're joking?" said Maria with an impish smile. "No, seriously" replied Antoinette, "he's still fastened to the floor down there." Antoinette took a sip of expresso from her cup and studied her friend's eyes for a response. Maria was a beautiful blonde woman in her late twenties, of medium height and exquisitely proportioned build; an observer of the gaze which she returned to Antoinette may have noticed a bond between them which ran a little deeper than most friendships. "Do go on" she said with twinkling eyes.
"He's a very appealing subject", said Antoinette with slow and delighted intonation. "He really gives of himself and I'm finding it rather sweet and rather flattering. He expressed a preference for me to trample him with my bare feet, but he didn't insist." "You didn't.." Maria began, but Antoinette anticipated her question: "I needed to see how much of himself he was prepared to give to me" she said, almost sounding embarrassed by her cruelty, "so I left my shoes on and really gave it to him. The thing is, he knows what to say to make me stop, but still he lets me continue - he knows I don't like too much fuss so he tries to keep quiet while he suffers, and that's the best bit."
Maria was listening intently. "But no one keeps quiet if you really go for it do they?" she asked, surprised. "That's why it's the best bit" replied Antoinette, "he whimpers - he suffers so sweetly beneath me that I just want to push him further. When I've finished with him I may let him kiss my feet and then perhaps I'll sit by him, comfort him and caress his bruises. If I'm not mistaken he will be so irresistibly grateful to me. Mercy is the most powerful form of my control - he doesn't know it yet but my mercy will make him willing to give me his very soul if I asked. Do you know, he kept his stomach taught beneath my weight for quite a while before I tired him out, I was almost disappointed when his abs finally gave up on the struggle - maybe he will have regained a little strength by the time you start on him..."
"You want me to take over" said Maria with a look of unwillingness, "he's not mine!" Antoinette took her by the hand and looked lovingly into her eyes. "I want you to join me" she said sincerely. "He wanted trample without shoes but I don't want it to be an anticlimax for him after I've given him such a good working over already.... besides it'll amuse you - trust me this one can really take it!
"But I don't know him" Maria said slowly, "and if you want to get close with me... well we've only ever done that with people we really trust!" "We don't have to make love" laughed Maria, "at least not until after he's gone! The thing is, I want to try out the barrel."
Maria began to look more enthusiastic. "The barrel is ready?" she asked with a salacious tone. "The guy fitted it all up yesterday" smiled Antoinette, "and I really want to see whether the idea works as well as I'd hoped."
As he lay fastened to the wooden floor, his breathing still heavy and his chest and stomach still sore, he heard a door upstairs open and close. And then two sets of footsteps clattering rapidly down the stairs accompanied by girlish giggles......
to be continued......
"You're joking?" said Maria with an impish smile. "No, seriously" replied Antoinette, "he's still fastened to the floor down there." Antoinette took a sip of expresso from her cup and studied her friend's eyes for a response. Maria was a beautiful blonde woman in her late twenties, of medium height and exquisitely proportioned build; an observer of the gaze which she returned to Antoinette may have noticed a bond between them which ran a little deeper than most friendships. "Do go on" she said with twinkling eyes.
"He's a very appealing subject", said Antoinette with slow and delighted intonation. "He really gives of himself and I'm finding it rather sweet and rather flattering. He expressed a preference for me to trample him with my bare feet, but he didn't insist." "You didn't.." Maria began, but Antoinette anticipated her question: "I needed to see how much of himself he was prepared to give to me" she said, almost sounding embarrassed by her cruelty, "so I left my shoes on and really gave it to him. The thing is, he knows what to say to make me stop, but still he lets me continue - he knows I don't like too much fuss so he tries to keep quiet while he suffers, and that's the best bit."
Maria was listening intently. "But no one keeps quiet if you really go for it do they?" she asked, surprised. "That's why it's the best bit" replied Antoinette, "he whimpers - he suffers so sweetly beneath me that I just want to push him further. When I've finished with him I may let him kiss my feet and then perhaps I'll sit by him, comfort him and caress his bruises. If I'm not mistaken he will be so irresistibly grateful to me. Mercy is the most powerful form of my control - he doesn't know it yet but my mercy will make him willing to give me his very soul if I asked. Do you know, he kept his stomach taught beneath my weight for quite a while before I tired him out, I was almost disappointed when his abs finally gave up on the struggle - maybe he will have regained a little strength by the time you start on him..."
"You want me to take over" said Maria with a look of unwillingness, "he's not mine!" Antoinette took her by the hand and looked lovingly into her eyes. "I want you to join me" she said sincerely. "He wanted trample without shoes but I don't want it to be an anticlimax for him after I've given him such a good working over already.... besides it'll amuse you - trust me this one can really take it!
"But I don't know him" Maria said slowly, "and if you want to get close with me... well we've only ever done that with people we really trust!" "We don't have to make love" laughed Maria, "at least not until after he's gone! The thing is, I want to try out the barrel."
Maria began to look more enthusiastic. "The barrel is ready?" she asked with a salacious tone. "The guy fitted it all up yesterday" smiled Antoinette, "and I really want to see whether the idea works as well as I'd hoped."
As he lay fastened to the wooden floor, his breathing still heavy and his chest and stomach still sore, he heard a door upstairs open and close. And then two sets of footsteps clattering rapidly down the stairs accompanied by girlish giggles......
to be continued......