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A Victorian Tale: The Seduction of Ann

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: roger239 Posted on: 05 Jul 2004 1 comments
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I'm a romatic at heart. I love the tecture of Victorian pornoghaphy, the sensuality of it. I post this attempt. If you want more, let me know.A Victorian Tale: The seduction of AnnBondage is too harsh a word for it. Rather it was restraint. I often fantasized about the power of pure passion; if that passion were fanned to glowing embers and even to fire. How the body would beg for a touch, even a light brushing of finger tips. How the warm oil of sensation would move through her, growing warmer by the minute, by the hour. And to be unable to answer with even a finger to flick her swollen clit, unable to roll it like a moist pearl between her thumb and finger. I yearn for the vision: her thighs growing tense then soft, her hips moving upward rhythmically. I yearn to see her burn with the desire to have her swollen lips parted, to feel the heated breath and liquid kiss of a mouth, of a tongue licking at her stiffness until her passion shattered. Such a lovely vision it paints.So it was the angel Ann joined me for a date, an evening on the town. She is a dignified woman working as an executive with conservative investment house. Still, she possessed a sensuality that hid behind her eyes like a smile, their glance projected from an exquisitely proportioned face. Her beauty was complete, spanning her entire length: firm yet smooth enough to soften light and shadow. She was, therefore, a perfect woman for my experiment in passion's limits.To prepare for Ann's seduction to pleasure, I rented a cabin removed from interlopers by several miles. In the cabin I constructed a mechanism of my invention. It was designed to restrain my subject in a manner that made all physical aspects available to me. Central was a chair made in such a way as to fold and extend based on a series of pulleys and cords. The requirement was to offer comfort while restraining my subject in the least imposing manner possible. Through various contrivances, I succeeded in creating a machine that would place my subject in a position of my choice. I stress, I was not attempting to produce submission by my own hand, but by my subject's own passion. Therefore the application of my invention had to be employed only in the advent of my subject's most strenuous objection.Prior to our formal date, I offered Ann a glass of wine. In it I had added a mild sedative, but in sufficient quantity to put her to sleep. During her sleep, I transported her to my cabin. There I placed her in my contraption and waited for her to revive.Of course, she awoke with a start. This became only more exasperated you the discovery of her condition. I allowed a time to pass until she became amenable to discussion. The normal discourse rambled by. Soon she understood no amount of threat or entreaty would bring freedom."Are you going to rape me?" she whispered, her face turned and down."After a fashion," I smiled. "Me intention is to have you raped by your own desire. I have no intention of touching you at all, nor will I do you any harm."I realized that passion cannot be felt through hatred or through pride. I decided to deflate her pride first. I unzipped her dress saying: "I want you to understand what need feels like." I rolled the dress down her shoulders and snipped the sleeves with a scissor letting the dress fall about her feet. Her body moved against the restraints, but seeing the futility of it she soon became stoic. I then opened the clasps of her bra and removed it in the same manner as the dress thus baring her breast. I removed her heels and lastly her panties. Exhibited nude her humiliation became apparent. With the pull at a cord she was coaxed to sit. Another cord and her knees were slightly parted. I opened a curtain directly in front of her revealing a wall sized mirror."Now you can watch too," I said.Next I turned on an audio tape. It was the soft and loving sound of a couple petting and whispering to each other. The tape would play and replay, the sound of the couple's urging rising to the point of copulation, but no further."You are free to go," I said, "when you make yourself climax. I will know if you are faking. Faking will mean some small punishment. I'm going to help you along your way for a sort time. After that, only you will have the power."With that, I positioned a small wheel lined with down between her legs. About her waist, a silk tie held her hips firmly in place. With imperceptible movement the wheel rotated stroking her thighs at their inner junction and every so lightly touching the lips that lie between. The vision of her face fighting expression as well as the muscles of her stomach, thighs, calves and arms tighten."You will never see what you want!" she cried, biting her bottom lip."But it does feel wonderful, doesn't it," I smiled.The wheel and its feathers brought some results despite her threat. My invention was not to be fooled. I had installed a heat recording camera focused on Ann. Areas of heat showed in tones of red, the darker the tone the more intense the heat. Indeed, my monitor revealed her body's warmth was growing slowly; the area between legs being warmer than the rest of her body.I removed the wheel and replaced the device with an odd shaped pillow. This pillow was formed in such a way as to fit between her legs and insinuate itself firmly on the pout of her sensual lips. The other end of the pillow was narrow and slightly more firm. This end was placed on the seat of the chair assuring its journey between the muscles of her rump. Eventually, should she move her rump at all, the pillow would apply an agonizingly small pressure to her genitals. When this was done I left the room to leave her alone. The mirror was made a one-way glass from which I could watch her in private moments. The view was exquisite.Her hips began to squirm as I had hoped. The pillow began its slow in intrusion. Despite her predicament, there was no doubt arousal had started its journey.