Chantrea
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Registered: Sep 2000
Location: MA
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Originally posted by ChikChillin:
Ok, if you don't like Chinese food then just ignore me. Not that half of you won't anyways, but on I go.
Ignore you..NEVER!! 
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I love Chinese food. It's so tasty, and nice. Well, I think I like it too much. I could eat Chinese food EVERYday. But, that's not the unusual part. After a nice, big, Chinese food meal, I get totally aroused.
Me too, I had Chinese food for dinner tonight. Scallion pancakes, teriyaki, and some chicken stuff. MmMmmmmMm! *tweaks a nipple*
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I'm not sure if it's something in the food, or maybe something in my head. I was thinking that my mind, and body, were acting from past experiences. See, I used to have EXTREMELY AWESOME sex after I'd eat Chinese food. Do you think my body might thinks this will always happen? Or am I just looking for something to justify my constant horniness?
Both. And I think you, Chelle, Stellar, illu§§ion & I need to go eat a bunch of chinese food & go use our new FUFMe's.
ASYLUM ORGY!!
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Help?!?
How about this.... 
I'm wearing a blouse....leather and sheer organza, with a high ruffled collar,
puffy sleeves pulled in by elastic at the elbow and wrist. The leather comes
to just above my nipples; enough for decency but not much more. Underneath it
I'm wearing a black leather bustier that nips in my waist a bit and pushes my
breasts up high. It has straps coming from the outside front around to the
back of my neck that push my breasts together. The cups are cut out to expose
the nipples, which are rubbed constantly against the seam of the leather in
the blouse. There are garters attached, and I'm wearing sheer black stockings
and stiletto-heeled ankle boots. Over this I've got a loosely-fitting short
leather skirt. Restraints are discreetly attached at my elbows, wrists, neck,
waist, and ankles. You've just pulled my arms back and attached them at the
elbows (thrusting my breasts up against my blouse), put my cape on me, and led
me out of the restaurant on a leash, much to the dismay of the maitre d'. 
You lead me back to the car....it looks to others like your arm is around my
waist; actually you've pulled up the back of my skirt and are fondling my ass,
occasionally letting your fingers stray a little....you put me in the car
without unfastening my arms. You pull up my skirt, leaving me exposed, and
fasten the seatbelt....the shoulder belt grazes my breasts; the waist belt is
teasingly close to my clit. I strain for the contact until I feel your light
slap on my face and hear you tell me "No." My pleasure is to be at your
desire and command, not my own....You pull out a black scarf and tie it across
my eyes. I ask where we are going; a mistake. I feel another light slap and
then your hand gently across my mouth. I am not to know; I am not to speak.
You let the leash fall between my legs, cold metal against me....another
distraction. I am too disoriented by the different sensations and the
blindness to think about where we're turning, where we're going.
Occasionally, at stoplights, I feel your fingers graze my cunt, teasing the
fur around my clit, never enough pressure. I strain for more. You whisper to
me that people in the next car are watching as you stroke and tease; I don't
care.
We arrive; you help me out of the car then press me up against it, kissing me
hard and deep, one hand on my ass, fingers into my cunt....I'm moaning a
little as you lead me away from the car, up a short flight of stairs. I have
no idea where we are. Inside, you pull the cape from around me and give me a
slap on the ass; I move forward until I feel you tug slightly on my leash,
then your hands pressing me to my knees. I kneel, legs spread, on a cushion of
some sort. You drop the leash, and I hear the clink of a metal chain. You
fasten it to the back of my collar, then down to where my elbows are fastened
together, pulling my head back. You unfasten my skirt and toss it away. I
feel you take up the leash again, pulling it between my legs and up between
the cheeks of my ass, metal rough and hard and cold against my clit and down
between the lips of my cunt....you fasten it tightly at my elbows. I can't
move my upper body at all without pulling it back and forth. I rock
slightly, testing the sensation of the metal moving against me. You cuff me
lightly, telling me to hold still. Then you leave. I wait; it seems like an
hour. I can feel my nipples hard, constantly grazed ever-so-lightly by the
seams of of the leather of my blouse. The chains are tight, but the position
is not uncomfortable. I feel a nagging ache in my clit that the hard metal of
the leash, warm now, does nothing to help. I imagine how I must look, with
the silver of the leash disappearing into my dark cunt-fur, dividing it. I
wonder if you are watching me; I hope you are pleased. The thought of you
watching me silently waiting makes me wetter and wetter; I can hardly wait for
what comes next.
It comes suddenly; abruptly I feel you behind me again, fussing with the
restraints. I am freed suddenly - I almost topple over, but I feel your arm
around my waist, supporting me as you slowly remove my collar and manacles.
My shoulders are a little stiff from the position; you massage them lightly
until I can move my arms forward. Unsure what to do with the sudden freedom,
I place my hands on my knees and wait. I have a nagging fear that you are
ending the scene, sending me away still aching with frustration....but the
blindfold stays on, and moments later I feel your hands working their way down
my spine, opening the fastenings of the blouse, and I understand. Shivering
from the featherlight touches, I do not resist as you remove the blouse. My
nipples poke out hard from the cutouts in the bustier. I feel you kneeling
behind me, leather against my ass-cheeks, hands caressing the tops of my
breast, fingers moving between them, teasing at my nipples, pulling a little.
I arch my back, pushing my breasts against your hands and rubbing my ass
against you. I hope your hands will move down, down to my burning clit - but
not yet. Instead they vanish entirely, then I feel them at my neck, replacing
the collar and leash. You toss the leash to the front; I feel it graze my
hard, pink nipples before it dangles once more down my body, just touching my
cunt-fur. Your hands are in my hair, loosening the fastenings until it hangs
loose down my back. I feel a hairbrush pulled lightly through it; I arch my
back until my hair grazes my ass, and feel the rough bristles touch that too.
Once more, again....and then I am surprised by a sharp smack on the ass with
the bristled side of the brush. I scuttle forward with a little shriek,
surprised, but immediately feel your hands in my hair, holding me and pulling
me back. The pain brings me back to you, kneeling as tall as I can to relieve
the tugging pain on my scalp. I know I have transgressed and will have to be
punished, even before you tell me. But that will be later; you have other
things to do to me first. You release my hair and I slump slightly forward;
another tug brings me up straight again, shoulders back and tits out. I feel
your hands slide down my arms, bringing my hands, unresisting, up behind my
neck. You refasten my manacles and clip them to the collar. A tug at the
leash brings me up to my feet. You walk me to a low chair, hard and high-
backed, seating me. I feel you fastening collar and wrists to the back of the
chair. Then your hands are busy at my ankles, pulling my legs wide apart and
fastening them to a spreader bar, leaving my cunt open to view and my clit
exposed to your hands. The strap around my waist is replaced, then fastened
to the back of the chair; I am effectively immobilized. With my legs spread
and my high heels still on, my body is pulled outward and up, exposing me
entirely.
I hear the low hum of a vibrator coming nearer, then feel it travelling
lightly across my body, sending waves of sensation down to my clit. You buzz
it lightly across my breasts, then slide it down over the corset toward my
clit. I stiffen, hoping not to end so soon, but you keep it ever at the edge,
teasing at my clit fur, running it across my exposed thighs, finally bringing
it to rest against the lower end of my cunt. It is close enough to my clit
that the vibrations make me shudder; far enough that I will hold off
indefinitely from orgasm. I can feel it in my clit, in my ass, all through my
body. I can hardly think, with the maddening sensation. You back off, then I
hear a soft rattling. I am distracted enough to be surprised by the sudden
sharp cold of an ice cube as you draw it down my neck, tracing a pattern over
the pushed-up flesh of my tits. You move it slowly down, then trace lightly
across a nipple. Then the other. I want to squirm away but cannot move.
Again the sharp, wet, cold against my burning body....first lightly, then
abruptly held firmly against each nipple in turn. I feel water trickling down
my breasts, into the corset. You move the ice to my thighs, tracing an
intricate pattern toward my cunt, around and around, drips of cold water on my
clit, but no direct contact as yet. I am writhing a little, the ice at once
painfully cold and unbelievably ticklish. You don't scold me, merely draw the
ice across my lower belly, below the corset, across the top of my fur, then
abruptly abandon it, resting it in the curve of my body just above my mound.
The fur holds it, little trickles of icy water dripping slowly down across my
clit, down to my cunt. I twist a little, but can't move enough to dislodge
it. I feel you move away, leaving me with that maddening little cold spot.
Some time later, after it has melted, you are back. The vibrator still hums
in my crotch, but the ice cube has cooled the burning in my clit a little.
Little beads of water make my cunt-fur glisten. I am waiting for you, but you
still surprise me. I feel your hands on my breasts, at my nipples. This time
you are serious, squeezing and twisting, tugging at my hard nipples. Pain
bordering on pleasure. I feel you pull one side particularly hard, then
abruptly the pinch of a softly padded nipple-clamp. That draws another little
moan from me, and another as you clamp the other side. Waves of fiery pain
shoot through my body, ending again in my clit. There are lightly weighted
chains between the clamps; I can feel them swinging, tugging at my breasts. I
picture myself as I must look, a slave wet and ready, decorated for her
master's pleasure. I hope you are pleased with me. I hope you find me
beautiful, bound and aching for your touch. The pain in my nipples
simmers down to a dull ache. I am painfully aware of the clamps, of my hot
clit, of the humming waves from the vibrator. I am moving a little, wiggling
on the low chair, aching for release.
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Human nature is ugly, but the world is beautiful.
Ai shiteru SkapeGoat.
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