7/24/2010 5:30:13 PM: ----- 2nd part ----------------------------------------------------------------- It was different, this time. It was hard to think, her mind numb from the lack of stimuli other than the tubes and His penis, but the unfamiliar sensation in her anus was all the more noticeable for it. She would usually feel the tube sucking her waste, being removed every once in a while, and then put back in again, resuming her draining. From that, and her feeding times, she constructed a hazy perception of the days - but her sensory deprivation prevented her from keeping track of them for prolonged periods. She was living for the next time she could taste Him. But this time, there was no vacuum in her anus. She felt the unfamiliar pressure of warm liquid, filling her bowels; and soon after, cramping her lower abdomen. She relished in the pain - it was something different. Her days - weeks, months? - of immobility taught her the pain of muscle cramps, but this was something different, and her crumbling mind would latch onto any slightly new sensation as a drowning man will latch at the smallest piece of wood. She felt her eyes moist with tears, as much as the tight blindfold would allow, but she knew not if they were from the pain of her near-bursting abdomen, or from the happiness of a new sensation. Soon she felt the familiar sensation again, the liquid being drained away, her bowels relaxing once more. But it had not ended. After the drainage, she felt a new intruder; she could not tell if it was another tube, a gloved finger, or whatever else. But it was inside her anus, prodding and filling it with a cool, gelatinous wetness. Then her world exploded. It was as if a hundred ants were eating her asshole and rectum from inside, as if someone had ointed her insides with gasoline and lit a match. To her numb mind, the burning sensation was such that he might as well have lit her on fire. She howled through her gag, her body's attempts at movement foiled by her restrains and her slack muscles. She wanted nothing more than to claw at her insides, but she could not. It would burn and burn inside of her for two feeding times, relentlessly. For more than once, she though she was going to die, even though the burning never went past her rectum. Sometime after the third feeding time, she felt It. She knew it was It, she just knew, even though she had only ever felt It in her mouth. His Penis was inside her anus, slowly thrusting in and out, filling her, and bringing relief. Simply having movement inside of her helped ease the burn, and when he finally came, it was as if he doused a fire inside her. Almost. She still felt the burning after It was gone; soon after, she felt a new intruder - a brush of some sort? Again, she screamed into her gag - it was big, the brush's bristles filling her and tearing at her inner walls. But the terrible, painful scratching was mixed with final relief from the burning, a mixed sensation she felt acutely as the brush was rammed in and out of her for several minutes, until no burning was left. Her mouth tube was removed, and despite her slack jaw, she found herself sobbing. And then, she took His Penis into her mouth, and she was at peace once more, her mind blocking out anything else. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- About this story: -- It goes without saying, but, as with part one, it is a work of fiction, a fantasy that could happen in some shape or form, but so far has not -- I have, however, used this assplay technique on some subs. The burning gel is a mix of different kinds of Tabasco sauce, which I have found to be suitably painful and lasting while doing no damage. The brush, I leave to your imagination. ;)

7/22/2010 4:50:50 PM: This is one of my stories, the first I've decided to share here. It is not a real story, but it's something I'd be interested in exploring, at least partially, and probably in a more moderate way, given the right sub. For now, it is but a pleasurable fantasy. --------------------------------- 'Bound in Darkness' It was dark, as it seemingly had always been. Her eyes were perpetually blindfolded, but she felt no light on her skin either. Her muscles felt slack, and she did not know how long she had been bound to the table, if it indeed was a table. Her limbs were securely fixed, her head bound by a strap at her forehead. Her hands bound into balls of cloth, she could not even tap. Wiggling her toes was the full extent to which she could move. She could not smell, for there was nothing to smell. She could not hear, for her ears were plugged. She could not talk, nor taste anything else other than the rubber of her gag. She did not remember the last time she ate; she felt with her tongue the tube that went through the gag, past her throat, into her stomach. Sometimes she felt it swollen, she was being fed, but she felt no taste. She never got dirty, tubes up her urethra and anus draining her waste. She felt nothing, tasted nothing, heard nothing, spoke nothing, moved nothing, and smelled nothing. She was a piece connecting a series of tubes, living in eternal darkness. Then it came. The gag was removed, but she could not scream, nor talk, her jaw was slack, her muscles had forgotten how to work. And then she smelled! A hot, musky, sweaty scent. She felt hot flesh rubbing against her face; she deeply inhaled the smell, her mind too dulled by emptiness to recognize it fully. Then, her mouth was filled, and she exploded in ecstasy. To taste again, how had she forgotten? She could not remember the who, but she could remember the what. A Penis, a dick, pushing deed down her throat, it tasted, it felt. She clenched her lips, she sucked hard, she licked harder, she took all the feeling she could out of that organ. He would remove it and place his balls on her mouth, and she would take glee in a new texture, a new flavor. He would finally come inside her mouth, and she would taste yet another flavor. And then, the gag again, and her despair resumed. For days, he would do nothing but change her waste and food bags. But when he felt like it, he would use her. No words, no caresses, no other contact. Just use her. That was her world now, not even him, just his penis. All that she felt, all that she smelled, all that she tasted, his penis and his seed. All that ever filled her apart from tubes. The only thing to break the hours, days, weeks of darkness and void. It was not even for the person, the master, but for that single organ that she lived. Would he ever tire of his game and let her be a person again? Maybe yes, maybe no. But even if he did, she would now forever live with her head between his legs. -----------------------------------------------------------------