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I shook my head. ``Gosh, I dunno...stunning auburn  hair  halfway
down  your  back,  deep, dark eyes, a face like a classic statue,
legs about 8 feet  long,  pretty  little  breasts  with  dynamite
nipples, an ass that's one continuous muscle...no, I guess you're
too ugly for me to be seen in public with.''

``Well, then, let's get out of `public' before it's  too  late.''
She grabbed my hand and we walked up the stairs to her flat.

When we got into Toby's living room, I wouldn't  let  go  of  her
hand. I (and everybody else) have to be careful how I touch Toby;
she doesn't much like to be touched, even by her closest friends.
But  this  time  she gave my hand an answering squeeze. A wave of
strong emotion surged up inside me. I kissed her hand,  first  on
the  back, then on the palm. I folded her hand over the last kiss
and gave it back to her.

I looked around while Toby  went  to  the  kitchen  to  open  the
champagne.  As  usual,  there was practically no furniture in the
room. This evening there were only two ornate walnut  chairs,  in
the  center of the room, facing each other, about six feet apart.
Close together, good, I thought. I also noted with approval  that
under  the  chairs and over the carpet was a nice sturdy layer of
industrial plastic tarp. Better and better. The track lighting in
the ceiling was aimed to highlight the chairs and their potential
occupants.

Toby came back in and we toasted  each  other  with  a  glass  of
champagne.  She  was  wearing  one of her typical outfits, a long
straight skirt of coarse, rich material that hinted  at  but  hid
her  perfect legs, and a simple cotton blouse that showed off her
broad, athletic shoulders. She wore no bra--seldom  did--  and  a
pair  of  delicious  points  in  the  front  of her blouse hinted
strongly at the lovely nipples beneath.

Toby caught me looking. ``Are you  looking  at  my  nipples,  you
dirty man? '' she mocked.

``That which may be seen will be looked at'' I said.

She gave me her sly grin again,  and,  reaching  in  through  the
loose  neckline  of  her blouse, teased first one nipple and then
the other with her fingers.  The  points  in  her  blouse  became
larger, harder, and more pronounced. ``How's that?'' she asked.

``Better and better.''

After some more badinage Toby said ``Let's play.''  This  is  our
signal  that  the  preliminary social niceties are over and it is
time to get down to the real business of  our  relationship.  ``I
put  out  a new summer kimono for you in the bedroom'' she added.
``You can change and leave your stuff in there.''

As I moved toward the bedroom I said, over my shoulder, ``I  know
you're  gonna go through my stuff anyway, so I'm telling you now,
I'm carrying.''

She frowned.``Like what?''

``Old Gerber MK I boot knife and a COPS 4 barrel .357 hideaway.''

``I thought you quit carrying.''

I spread my hands in a defensive gesture. ``I have. Ahmad Shabazz
got  out  of Folsom four days ago. I used to be on his list. '' I
fished out the knife and pistol and laid them on  the  bed,  then
started  to undress. ``If all goes well, somebody over in Oakland
will whack him over the weekend, and I can go back to a  life  of
peace and quiet.''

Toby didn't look happy. ``I don't like to think of  you  in  that
kind of trouble; I though all that shit was behind you.''

``It is,'' I said, slipping into the crisp new kimono.  ``I  just
rather  be crying at Ahmad's funeral than him laughing at mine.''
I belted the kimono and held my arms out to the sides. ``How do I
look?''

Toby's frown went away. She stuck her forefinger in her mouth and
then painted a cross on my forehead with spit. ``Like a big goon,
as usual.''

We went back into the living room. I  sat  down  in  one  of  the
chairs  as  Toby  indicated. She left the room for a moment, came
back with a carton of assorted paraphernalia. She handed  me  two
restraints  that  were  padded  cuffs  on  one  end  connected to
handcuffs on the  other.  ``Ankles  to  the  chair,  please.''  I
snapped the handcuffs to the front chair legs and bound my ankles
snugly  with  the  padded  restraints.  These  were  followed  by
bindings  of  the  crook of my left elbow to the top of the chair
arm, and wrist of the same arm to the front  of  the  chair  arm.
These  I  accomplished  by myself, using the other hand. Toby did
the right arm, humming a little tune. I bit her thick, dark  hair
as it swung near my face while she was adjusting my bonds.

``Bad boy!'' Toby chided. She placed a finger under my  chin  and
lifted  my  head  to look into her eyes. I was now bound hand and
foot, the kimono open from chest  to  crotch.  I  already  had  a
monster raging erection.

``Don't look down,  now''  Toby  admonished.  I  tried  to  stare
straight  ahead.  She  stepped  a  pace away from me. ``Oh, silly
me!'' she laughed. ``If I want you to look up, I should give  you
something  to _look_ at!'' She quickly undid the skirt and blouse
and let them slip to the floor. She shook her mane of auburn hair
free,  and stood very close to me. Tall as she is (6 feet even in
flat, bare feet) my eyeline was dead even with her pussy. For the
millionth  time  I  admired  and lusted after that delicious area
which I could only look  at,  never  touch.  Her  neatly  trimmed
glossy  pubic  hair  striped  vertically down her lower belly and
disappeared between her legs.

Toby saw me looking and splayed her  legs  playfully.  ``Is  this
what you like to look at?'' she said, reaching down and spreading
her outer labia to  reveal  the  warm,  dark  red  folds  within.
``Oops,  looks  like Toby's not quite open for business yet'' she
snickered. ``Soon will be, though.'' She skipped nakedly over  to
the  other  chair  and  picked  up  something  from  the  box  of
accessories, then came back to where I sat trussed up.  Her  tiny
but  perfect breasts hardly bounced as she moved across the room,
proud, erect dark nipples perking out in front of her.

Toby knelt in front of me and took hold  of  my  nipples  between
thumb  and  forefinger  of  each  hand.  She  tugged and twisted,
forcefully but not too painfully. ``You're gonna LIKE  my  method
for  keeping  your  attention  straight  in  front  of  you'' she
breathed, as she worked my nipples. She produced two  medium-size
alligator clips--my favorite--and slowly, lovingly clamped one on
the tip of each engorged nipple. I gasped with pleasure.

``Oh, we don't want you  making  funny  noises,  and  distracting
yourself,''  Toby  said.  She  took a silk scarf from the box and
gagged  me.  I  have  a   very   active   gag   reflex,   so   by
predetermination  she  does  not  use a ball gag or anything else
that actually goes into the throat.

``One more little detail, and I'm ready for  ME,''  Toby  smiled.
She  took  two  six-foot lengths of light chain from the box, and
snapped one end of each on one of my  nipple  clips.  I  shivered
with  delight  when  she  let  the other ends of the chains fall,
producing a slight tug on my clips. I was now burning with  lust,
tied  hand  and foot to a chair, with a gag in my mouth and steel
alligator teeth chewing on my tits. For some  perverse  reason  I
wondered what Ahmad Shabazz was doing at that precise moment.

Toby walked back to her chair, the two steps  she  took  rotating
her firm ass muscles in an extremely provocative fashion. She sat
down facing me, spread her legs, and began  lightly  patting  and
stroking her cunt. She's gonna take a LONG time with this, I told
myself. She separated the thick, lush petals of  her  outer  lips
and  ran  her  fingertips over her inner lips and the hood of her
shy, lovely clitoris. I had not seen this pussy held open in this
fashion  for  far too long, and its beauty was such that I almost
felt like crying.

I looked down, over my gagged mouth, at my cock. It  was  looking
back at me, with a pearl of pre-cum nestling in the opening. Toby
``caught'' me looking  down,  and  said,  ``Well,  you're  really
having trouble keeping eyes front this evening, aren't you.'' She
pinched her pussy lips together and grinned maliciously. ``Here I
am  masturbating  away  like  there's no tomorrow, and you're not
even paying attention!''  She  rummaged  in  the  accessory  box.
``Maybe a blindfold...''

I shook my head vigorously and made no-no sounds through the gag.
I tried to mime that I would be good and look straight ahead from
now on. Toby nodded and put the blindfold away. She  got  up  and
padded  over to me again. ``Actually, I prepared a little special
treatment for just this situation'' she  said.  She  brought  out
four  additional  links  of chain, only a few feet long, like the
other chains having  swivel  snaps  on  both  ends.  She  quickly
wrapped  the  new  chains around the back of my neck and under my
thighs, and clipped the swivel ends to the alligator clips (now I
understood why the clips had such big rings on the ends!)

Toby stepped back to admire her work. I was  now  constrained  so
that  if I dropped my head too far, or tilted it back too far, or
relaxed my legs completely, the combination of chains would  pull
the  nipple  clips  in  some  painful direction. (I tried all the
different directions, of course, to see what it felt  like.  Ah!)
My  dear dominating lady had once again brought me to the plateau
of _hot_ pain, that special sensation that makes you think that a
direct  wire  has  been installed from your nipples to your cock,
and that a very high voltage current is running up and  down  the
wire!

Toby returned to her chair. On the way, she scooped the  original
long  chains  off  the  floor and held them in her hand. Oh no! I
thought. She's going to pull on those chains while she plays with
herself!  When  she comes, I won't have a nipple left to my name!
But actually, it was better than that.

``A long time ago I told you that I would never put  you  through
anything that I wouldn't put myself through'' Toby said, sounding
serious. She reached in the box and brought out two new alligator
clips.  Uh-oh! I thought. I don't think I can take another set of
those  things!  ``I  wasn't  bullshitting  you,   either,''   she
continued. She flicked one of her nipples with a fingernail, like
a medic about to use a  hypo  to  give  a  shot.  Then,  with  an
``unh!'',  she  clamped  first one clip and then the other on her
own delicately sculpted nipples.

My eyes bugged out and I bit the gag. Toby does not do pain!  She
bestows  it,  but this...I suddenly felt very, very close to this
unbelievable woman. I tried, with my eyes, to express the  strong
wash of love I felt, and she, with her expression, indicated that
she understood. The harsh metal clips bit cruelly into her tender
breast  buds,  and  she  pulled  and  twisted  on  them, her face
contorted in a mixture of agony and lust. Finally she clipped the
ends  of  the  long chain to her clips; the chain that led across
the space separating us, the chain that terminated in my reddened
nipples. She leaned back in her chair to take up the slack in the
chain. We were now truly joined in suffering. Nipple  to  nipple,
eye  to eye, heart to heart, soul to soul. The slightest movement
on the part of either (and the slightest movement  was  all  that
_I_ could manage) brought waves of fresh sensation. Her exquisite
nipples,  being  naturally  larger  and  more  flexible  than  my
vestigial  male  ones, stretched out over an inch from their dark
bases as she leaned back, almost resting her entire weight on the
clips and chains.

Toby returned to her pussy then, stroking and  tugging  the  soft
parts, and beginning to rub circles on her high, taut clithood. I
knew her orgasm was not far off, as her cunt had begun visibly to
``flower''  --  a private Toby-term for a superexpanded, engorged
condition. Her whole vulva seemed to puff up and become  a  rich,
gleaming  dark  red.  (She  also  said that her pussy got several
degrees hotter  at  these  times;  having  never  touched  it,  I
couldn't  say. It certainly _looked_ several degrees hotter.) The
veriest pointed tip-end of her clit peeped out from under its shy
hiding  place,  and  she  frigged  it  with the tip of her little
finger. Toby gasped, and writhed as she masturbated, and waves of
pure lust and love passed down the chains between our two bodies.

Finally she rubbed extra hard and extra fast, and grunted like an
animal,  bouncing  in  the  seat  of  her  chair, chains jingling
merrily. She threw her head back, staring at the ceiling  through
sightless  eyes,  her  open  face contorted in pure pleasure, her
neck corded with the tension of it all. She locked her  hands  in
her  crotch,  not  moving  them,  letting the orgasmic explosions
careen around inside her body. I stared at her, every muscle  and
nerve  in my body tightened to concert pitch. This, then, was the
center of our love; Toby the leader,  I  the  follower.  She  the
performer,  I the audience. She who demanded to be watched, I who
loved to watch. She the goddess, I the worshipper...

Finally, with a half-groan, half-giggle, she relaxed and  slumped
back  in her chair. She reached down, and, flinching, removed the
clips from her sore tits. She  touched  the  reddened,  elongated
nipples  tenderly.  ``Look,  no blood'' she said brightly. ``Am I
good, or what?''

I loved the way Toby looked just after coming;  sweaty,  relaxed,
cheerful  like  an  athlete at the end of a challenging race. She
looked over at  me,  at  my  straining,  bound  limbs,  distended
nipples, and bulging penis, and said, ``Oh. Are you still here?''

I made one of those sounds that  only  bound  and  gagged  people
make.

After she reassembled herself somewhat, Toby came over and  undid
the  gag.  As soon as I could speak, I said ``I wonder if you can
guess just how much I feel for you right now?...''

She smiled at me tenderly, then looked down  at  my  rigid  cock.
``Oh,  I  have  ways of measuring the...length...and sincerity of
your feelings.'' She sat down cross-legged in front of my  chair.
Clear  and  pearly woman-juices pouted out of her cunt and pooled
on the plastic floor covering. ``What  shall  we  do  now?''  she
asked.

``Untie my right arm, please. Leave everything else  the  way  it
is.''

``The nipple clips too? I don't think I can put mine back on; I'm
really sore now.'' She frowned.

``No, just leave mine on. That'll be fine. Oh, and can I  have  a
glass of champagne to wash the taste of that gag away?''

Toby brought me a flute of the now-warm champagne and fed  it  to
me  as I gulped it greedily. Then she freed my right hand and arm
and sat back down on the floor. ``Now, what  else?''  she  asked,
sincerely.

``Just sit there and be lovely, sexy, and smart'' I said.  ``Just
watch  me  as  I  watch  you,  and  love  me as I love you. Touch
yourself, be good to yourself, treat  yourself  as  the  treasure
that  you are.'' I began to stroke myself slowly. Toby spread her
legs and began touching herself. I alternately  stared  into  her
eyes and feasted my gaze on her body as I continued my play.

After about a minute, an odd expression went across Toby's smooth
face.  ``Well--  wow,  Oh!  I  didn't think...'' she continued to
plunder her pussy with busy hands.

``What is it?'' I gasped.

``Ah,  ah,  ah''  she  said.  ``I  didn't  think   I   could...so
soon...Oh!'' She flopped backwards on the floor so that her pussy
and  busy  fingers  were  pointed  directly  at   me.   ``Oh,   I
think...I'm...gonna...!''

I slowed my own stroking and studied her face and body.``Are  you
trying to tell me you're going to come again, you sleazy, slutty,
sex-crazed bitch?'' I said roughly.

``Aw yeah!'' With one hand Toby spread her cunt wide, so I  could
see  shiny  lube  fluids  glistening  on  all  the precious inner
surfaces, while with the other hand she alternately twirled  upon
and tugged at her hooded clit. ``I am! I am!'' she barked, like a
cheerleader. ``I AM going to COME AGAIN!!''  I redoubled  my  own
jacking,  straining forward in my bonds and staring at, and into,
my love's perfect, hot body.

Toby arched her muscular midsection and her body rose  in  a  bow
position,  touching  the  floor at heels and shoulders. Her right
hand became a blur over the upper arches of her vulva;  drops  of
woman  juice  and  sweat flew left and right and spattered on the
floor. My entire vision and  consciousness  narrowed  down  to  a
focus  on  my lady love, writhing there before me in a convulsion
of desire. Amazingly, she whipped her left hand around and  under
her  body  and  stabbed  two  fingers  deep into her asshole from
behind. Then, upper  hand  whirling,  lower  hand  jabbing,  sore
nipples  pointed  at  heaven, my domina CAME, and CAME, and CAME,
arched  like  a  bow,  groaning   and   sobbing,   laughing   and
crying...somewhere  along  in this timeless time I reached my own
climax; I was so caught  up  in  Toby's  conclusion  that  I  was
surprised  to see thick jets of milky cum arching through the air
and splashing on Toby's thighs, belly, and chest. The  restraints
on  my  limbs  felt  like  nothing;  the bite of the nipple clips
belonged to the body of somebody else. I stared  and  stared  and
stared at the precious face and long body and steaming cunt of my
beloved, and thought that if I closed my eyes I  would  see  her,
naked, lustful, and pure, in my dreams forever.

***

We stood on the landing of Toby's  front  entrance,  tasting  the
night.  With  every  move  I  made,  my  punished nipples brushed
against my shirt, a pain that  still  had  a  strong  measure  of
pleasure.

I took Toby's hand once again.``I don't know what  else  to  say,
except...I love you.''

``And _I_ love you'' she said. She placed the forefinger  of  her
other  hand in her mouth, then pressed it to my lips. I kissed it
reverentially. A light danced crazily in  her  dark  eyes.  ``Oh,
well,  if  that's  the case...'' she said. She took her hand away
and thrust it down the loose waistband  of  her  skirt.  I  stood
there with a slow grin as she fooled around under the skirt for a
moment, then brought the hand to my lips again.  I  took  a  long
lick.

``Well?''

``Nectar and ambrosia'' I said, making  the  French-chef  gesture
with   my  thumb  and  fingers.  ``Milk  and  honey.  Abbott  and
Costello...''

She stuck out her delicious tongue at me, looked up and down  the
street,  then  squatted  on  the landing and reached up under her
skirt with her long, graceful arm. A moment later she  stood  and
thrust  her hand once more under my nose. This time I smelled her
hand carefully, raised my eyebrows, and then gave her  fingers  a
careful, thorough, catlike licking.

``Well?''

``Preparation H? AnuSol? AnalEeze?...''

She told me to go the hell home and jack off again. And I did.

****

Love and spasms, averti


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