chastity

The Lines Between
By RopeBinder

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She wasn't a masochist, at least not in the true sense of the word. Yet, she begged him to pinch her nipples harder. Why? To turn him on? She used to think that, but this was different. This feeling came from a deeper place.

"Jeremy, please, pinch them harder."

The urgency. The desperation. Even he was amazed. He watched her. He watched her chest heave up and down. He watched her panicked breathing. With every calculation he made to get her to this point, he never expected this response. He squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His hands shook with the effort. She gasped, but thrust her hips toward him.

This is a small excerpt from chapter 10 of "Forest of Bondage" by Aran Ashe - it's part of a four-part series, and is now almost impossible to find. But as with all his (or her?) other work, it's always worth the effort - in my opinion. :D It's set in a swords-and-sorcery fantasy world, by the way...

This is, of course, reproduced without permission, and I don't really want to encourage a lot of that here. However, I felt this was just too good to not share. Enjoy!

It was late into the morning when Nina, the chambermaid, drew back the curtains. Elurial bathed in the golden light. She lay upon the matte white sheets, with the coverlet folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Her back, turned to the window, formed a perfect curve - slim, with precisely drawn projecting bumps all the way down her spine, or at least, as far down as could be seen, for around her waistline was a pure white belt. Had Elurial been sitting up, her interwoven sun-gold hair would have formed a dense and wavy triangular cloak to the level of her hips. But now, with Elurial supine, her cloak of gold lay draped across her neck and breasts and belly. Elurial's face was innocent, as chaste as falling snow; her nose was small; her eyelashes were long - perfectly curved, and long and soft enough to stroke a lover's skin. Her eyes had opened now - they were as wide as innocence and just as blue. But Elurial's lips were sensual - full red, moist and swollen as if they had been sucked upon and only just released.

This clip is from chapter 40 of a story called "Hired Help": http://www.technovision.dk/fetish/stories/hiredhlp/

"One more thing," said Richard. He went over to a drawer and pulled out what looked to be a large rubber coated watchspring with a small box on one end. What the heck is that? Jennifer wondered.

Richard attached the small box to the front of her corset. Then, he pulled the springy rubber device down and into her crotch.

When it was in place, it hugged her body tightly from waist to the inside of her vaginal cavity. She could feel that it wanted to curl up even tighter, and stayed tight against her even as she moved. Right around her clit, it felt like the spring was a bit wider.

(Edited by reynard)

Excerpted from a much longer story by Leviticus, and reproduced here without permission. The original story, "To Catch a Cold", can be found in its entirety in a zip file held at this site.

"Say, Bart! I need a favor." said Peter outside the church that summer morning.

"I'm already standing with you at the alter today, Pete, I'm yours for the day!" Bart told him, happy that his friend was finally getting hitched. He had been moaning about this woman for ages!