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A SHORT STORY BY CHRIS BARRISH. Previous...............................Next THE RESORT Part5 . You toss your head back and moan. I strap your legs to the saddle. "Wouldn't want you to fall off now, would we?" The stableman holds the reins to your horse as I mount my horse. He hands me the reins. We start out on the trail at a slow walk. The slow rhythmic motions of the dildo in your cunt are delicious and wonderful. Thoughts of getting your animal to trot or even gallop race through your head. Not yet sweets, not until I have you at your wits end. You try on occasion to spur the horse to go faster but I hold him back. About half way around the trail I pick up the speed to a trot. The dildo is pulsing in and out of you faster. Your breath quickens, you let out a few squeaks and gasps. You are so close to an orgasm, but not close enough. "Gallop!", you yell. I smile and hold tighter to the reins. Not yet! Your in a dither. The saddle is soaked. We are about three-quarters of the way around the trail and I yell "Yah!" and give the signal for a full gallop! The pole within you bounding wildly as your horse races at full speed. Your breasts tossing up and down. The orgasm you crave is just seconds away. It comes on as a tidal wave engulfing your entire being. You scream, every muscle in your body tenses. "Woah!" I yell, pulling back on the reins. The horses slow to a walk. You ride almost limp in your saddle, your body drained.
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The trainer welcomes us back. I hand him the reins and dismount. I unfasten the straps that bind your legs. Gently, I ease you out of you saddle. You sigh as I take you down. Your legs are a bit wobbly, so we rest a moment. I order iced tea for the both of us. With straws. We rest. You smile and tell me that was the best ride of your life. We walk back to the building. After our ride we deserve a rubdown. I lead you by the leash to the spa. You really like your armbinder, and you love the way it makes you look, but after a while it makes your shoulders ache. The spa is plush and well appointed. All the usual services are available, the only difference is all the submissives are restrained. All the equipment is specially designed to accommodate a bound patron. Our hostess is wearing a black fishnet bodystocking and high heels. She escorts us to the massage parlor. Our masseur and masseuse arrive. Both are wearing only leather g-strings. He is a well muscled Italian, she is a pearly skinned Asian. He removes your boots and armbinder. He straps you to the massage table; fastening cotton/velcro cuffs at your wrists and ankles. You are on your belly, arms extended above your head. A tiny pillow for your head. The Asian removes my clothes slowly, folding each piece and placing it on a table. I lay on the table. Both of them are instructed to massage and stimulate us sexually, but absolutely not to orgasm. The massage is intense and all consuming, each therapist manipulating our muscles like a musician manipulates an instrument; bringing forth a rhapsody or sensation. The Italian re-binds you on your back. I lay on my back. You see everything my masseuse is doing in the mirrored ceiling. | Strong hands are massaging your breasts, gentle hands are caressing my cock and balls. You are jealous. The restraints hold you. You are a ball of fire... Your body is screaming with desire, yet no one will bring you to orgasm. The powerful arms that squeeze and stroke you also know just when to stop keeping you on the very edge of a climax. Same for the black haired creature rubbing her breasts on my cock. Using two fingers, he massages the inside of your vagina. Your muscles tense when he touches your G-spot. She places her mouth on the head of my cock. She sucks the entire length of my shaft in and out. But only once. You strain against the fetters - you want that cock. You are in a dither, watching me being stroked while you are being driven out of your mind. You plead for release, you beg, and moan. Both of us are at a fever pitch... HALT! I yell. Immediately both of them stop. I stand and she hands me a black crushed velvet robe with a red sash and a pair of slippers. He unfastens your restraints. I state that I would like you placed in a neck-wrist choker restraint. He removes your metal collar only to replace it with a leather one. A leather strap runs down to the middle of your back from the collar. It has leather cuffs for your wrists. If you struggle with this restraint on, it has a tendency to choke the wearer. I snap the leash on the collar and we leave the spa. But we will be back soon for other services, I mention. As we stroll down the corridor you notice one of the other submissives. She has pierced nipples with permanent gold rings. Attached to these rings is a forked leash. |