Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 16:30:39 -0500 From: michael wayne jackson Subject: ADULT: Natalie's Secret II: A Day to Remember (01/03) WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING This story is rated X. It contains scenes of an extremely intense and graphic sexual nature. Do not read if this may disturb you. I have included 20 lines of blank space after the asterisks. You have been warned. michael wayne jackson -- mjay@nwu.edu ******* Natalie's Secret II: A Day to Remember by michael wayne jackson Part One of Three. "I want to concentrate on us Nick, on our present, not on the past." Yes, I had said that to Nick last night, but in the harsh light of day I didn't see how I could even hope he would be able to concentrate on our present when I could not. I was still caught in my own past like a helpless fly in a web. Lily was a fond memory, but now there was Nick and it was Nick I wanted. But if I gave myself up to our desires, I would most probably die. What to do, what to do? I knew that if we let ourselves get carried away, he would vamp out and that would be it, no more sunlight for Mrs. Lambert's favorite daughter. Was there someway that we could let ourselves go and I would be safe? Hmmmmm.....I would have to reveal another secret to him if my plan were to work. I grabbed a pencil and paper and began to make a shopping list.... * * * "Nick, it's Nat. Listen about last night.....umm....could I come over and we can talk? Now. Yes, I know the sun is still up and it will be for a couple of hours yet. Yes, I'm fine, I just want to discuss some ideas I've been having. Okay, see you in a bit." I turned the phone off, grabbed the suitcase I had packed and dashed out the door before I could have second thoughts about what I was attempting to do. * * * "O.K., you've got my curiosity up. What's going on?" Nick asked after we had settled down onto his sofa. "And why the suitcase?" "Nick, after telling you about Lily, I started thinking about us, about what I want from us." "Nat, it's all right, I understand, but you know what happens when I....well....get aroused. I lose control of myself." "Yes, I know and I think I've prepared for that." Nick opened his mouth to speak, but I placed my fingers against his lips and said, "Now just listen to what I have to say and then we can discuss it." I began to tell him my plan.... * * * "Where did you find all this stuff?" Nick was crouched over the open container, looking at the leg shackles and chains in wonder. "There's this bondage shop downtown that caters to people who like this kind of thing. I told them that I was having a party and they were willing to rent these to me for the day. I'm just happy I could get them into the car without help. They're the biggest and strongest they had." "You know that just chains and leg irons won't hold me for long." "Yes, Nick, and that's why I've got this," I said pulling out a large plastic bag full of garlic. "I got it fresh before I came over." Nick looked at me askance, scratched his chin and said, "Nat, I don't know about this..." I put the bag down, took his hands in mine and said, "Nick, I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have too. Do you trust me? You have to trust me for this to work." He looked down into my eyes, his face full of hesitation. I saw his shoulders relax and he said, "Yes, Nat, more than anybody." "Good, now here's what we're going to do..." * * * I snapped the clasp of the shackles and rattled them to make sure there were tightly closed. Nick was watching me with a slight smile on his face. "All right, you've got my legs shackled together and chained to the chair, you've got chains around me and the chair, but you've left my arms free. What's next?" "Light!" I said. He eyes widened and he said, "Nat, remember the sunlight..." but it was too late. I grabbed the remote and raised all the shades but the one behind him. He gasped and clenched his eyes tightly shut as light streamed into the room, bathing it in a soft glow. He sat there, probably waiting to implode, but after a few seconds of quiet, he opened them to discover that he was in the shade but the rest of the room was lit. If he moved from the chair he would be caught in the sunlight like a deer in the headlights of a car. "And now for the final touch," I said opening the bag of garlic. "Ugghhh!" he grunted, pulling his head back in disgust. "Do we have to do that too?" "You agreed to all of it Nick, remember?" He nodded his head and held his nose shut and said, "Gobe aheab, put hurry." I laughed at his nasal voice behind his hand and began to rub the juices of the garlic cloves all over the leg shackles and the chains surrounding his chest and waist. For good measure I weaved several of the strands of garlic into and through the chains themselves, being careful not to touch his exposed skin with them. Garlic will burn his flesh just like the sun and he hates the smell. It just leaves him in a slightly weakened condition if he's around it for too long. Even today I still don't know why. "Now that you're set, I have to go change. I'll be right back." I picked up the suitcase and went into the other room. As I set up the equipment and began to change clothes, I saw that my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath and held it for a count of ten and then slowly let it out. If this worked, then Nick and I would have shared something extremely special, something that we'd only dreamed about. If it didn't....well, I didn't want to even think about that right now. End of Part One of Three. Comments welcome. michael wayne jackson -- mjay@nwu.edu Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 16:31:17 -0500 From: michael wayne jackson Subject: ADULT: Natalie's Secret II: A Day to Remember (02/03) WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING This story is rated X. It contains scenes of an extremely intense and graphic sexual nature. Do not read if this may disturb you. I have included 20 lines of blank space after the asterisks. You have been warned. michael wayne jackson -- mjay@nwu.edu ******* 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 Natalie's Secret II: A Day to Remember by michael wayne jackson Part Two of Three. "Nat? You okay in there? You're taking a long time," he called over his shoulder. I touched his shoulder, causing him to jump. Apparently the effects of the garlic cut down on his hearing as well. I hoped it didn't affect his sense of smell too badly. He would need that later. I leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. "Would you like some wine? Oh, that's right, you don't drink....wine." We had both laughed over that old line when we heard Lugosi say it the first time. "Well, this isn't wine." I placed the bag carefully down on the table to his left and walked over to the sofa. He looked at the bag and then at me questioningly. "You'll know what to do when the time comes," I said. "You look great in that outfit. What's next?" he asked folding his hands together across his lap. "Just watch and do what comes to mind," I said teasingly. I was nervous and took a big sip of the red wine that I had poured for myself. I placed the glass back on the floor, moving it out of the way with my foot. I looked at him, chained to the chair, sunlight streaming all around him. He looked regal sitting there, like a lion being held back by the merest of threads. "I know that you watch me when you think I'm not looking," I began. "I like being watched, Nick, I like being watched a lot!" I reached up and began to tease and play with the buttons running down the front of the blouse. "I especially like being watched by you...it get's me very excited." His eyes grew wider and he shifted in the chair slightly. The chains were extremely heavy and I had secured them as tight as I could around him. I undid the top button and paused. "Do you like watching me, Nick? Tell me, do you?" I undid the second button. "Nat, I....I don't know what to say..." "Just let yourself go, Nick. Just relax and tell me what you see." I undid the third button. "I see a very beautiful woman, a woman I care about deeply, starting to unbutton her shirt.....I like what I'm seeing." I undid the fourth button. The blouse began to gape slightly. I could see that his eyes were trying to catch a glimpse of me, but the shadows the gap created were too deep. "And I like showing myself to you, Nick. I've wanted to do this for so very long." I undid the fifth and final button and stopped with my hands holding the front of the blouse closed. "Do you want me to stop, Nick?" I asked. I could see the front of his pants straining to hold back a considerable bulge. "No, No, don't stop," he said quickly. His nostrils flared and I could see that he was trying not to touch himself. "I like being watched.....and I like _to_ watch, Nick. Do you have anything you'd like to show me?" I saw his hands run the front of his pants as I shrugged my shoulders and removed the blouse. I could feel my breasts swell beneath the tee-shirt I had on underneath the blouse. Nick was rubbing his pants and staring at my chest. I arched my back and presented myself to him and asked, "Would you like to see more?" I could tell that he was terribly excited, to the point where he could only nod yes. * * * Natalie began fondling her breasts through the thin tee-shirt, squeezing those tempting globes of flesh and running a finger around and over the cloth covered nipples. Pinching her nipples, she emitted a small sigh of pleasure. She slid one shoulder strap down delicately with a thumb and forefinger. The thin strap began to tug on the cloth covering her skin, and she slowed her hand, so it took some time to uncover her nipple, which suddenly sprang out stiff and hard, and finally the whole of her beast. Her hands moved down further, sliding past her hips, stroking her thighs. Then she moved them up again on the inside, her forearms raising her skirt, revealing first the tops of her white stockings, which were held up by lace garters, and then the small wisp of her panties. Moving one hand back up to her breast, she slid the other one down along her flat tummy, under the folds of her skirt, and down to her pantied crotch, cupping it lovingly. With my cock on the rise, I watched Natalie begin stroking herself through her panties, her sighs of pleasure like music to my ears. "Mmm...that feels so nice," she cooed. Still fondling her breasts with her left hand, she snaked her right hand down inside her pants and resumed a slow-motion stroking. Seeing the bulge her hand made in the skimpy panties was exciting, as was the sensual squirming of her hips on the sofa and the dreamy expression on her face. "I want to see you," I croaked, my voice thickened with lust. She looked into my eyes and asked, "Are you sure those chains will hold?" all the time continuing caressing herself. "Even I can't break these things," I said as I touched the loops of metal and garlic binding me securely to the chair, feeling my fingertips begin to burn, "and with your little surprise," I said, glancing at the table, "I won't have to." "All right." Natalie curled her fingers under the hem of her shirt, and giving me a lust-filled smile pulled it up and over her head. Her breasts bobbed free, and both nipples began to crinkle into hard, tight points in the cool air. She threw the shirt at me, but her toss was short and it landed between my shackled feet. "Missed," I said as I watched her run her fingers through her hair, her arms crossed over her breasts. Her hands moved down, sliding over her face and neck to her breasts, rubbing them, massaging them. She cupped and lifted them like an offering. "I'll have to aim more carefully next time!" she said laughingly. "Is this enough or do you want to see more?" she asked, cocking her head sideways while pinching her nipples between her fingers. "Please....please...don't tease me like that," I moaned, knowing she wanted to hear me beg. Natalie lifted up off the sofa as she worked the flimsy panties down around her hips and then sat up to peel them down her legs to her feet. She leaned back and with the panties dangling on one foot, kicked out her leg, sending the small bit of material sailing through the air to land on my lap. At the touch of the silky cloth, my cock leaped and throbbed and I though I was going to lose it completely. I regained control of my rising sexual urges to see her part her legs and slowly expose herself to me for the very first time. The slanting sunlight had turned her pale skin golden. Her skirt was draped across her legs so that it formed a tunnel sending my eyes straight toward her center. "I hope you like what you see, Nick." she said her eyes burning deeply into mine. Her golden skin gave way to hairless outer ruby lips and segued straight from rose to blush to pink, becoming more delicate in hue as my eye journeyed to her red-hot center. Her clitoris was like a tiny pistil, delicate and rare. One hand spread across her breast as the other gently molded itself into the shape her sensual flower was accustomed to. Her thumb and forefinger were gently massaging her clit, her middle finger was buried deep inside, and the ring finger and pinkie were stroking beneath, moving along the lower lips. I glanced up to see her mouth open, her breath beginning to catch in her throat, and her eyes closed. Her head was pushed hard against the sofa and her hair had spread out around her like a halo. "Nat, that's so beautiful," I said. "Look what you've done to me." Natalie opened her eyes and smiled, obviously pleased to find my cock fully erect and throbbing with readiness in my hand. I had reached the point in her little performance when the urge to leap upon her and sink my teeth into her neck was almost unbearable, and yet in the frustration there was the tingling promise of ecstasy. End of Part Two of Three. Comments welcome. michael wayne jackson -- mjay@nwu.edu Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 16:31:45 -0500 From: michael wayne jackson Subject: ADULT: Natalie's Secret II: A Day to Remember (03/03) WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING This story is rated X. It contains scenes of an extremely intense and graphic sexual nature. Do not read if this may disturb you. I have included 20 lines of blank space after the asterisks. You have been warned. michael wayne jackson -- mjay@nwu.edu ******* 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 Natalie's Secret II: A Day to Remember by michael wayne jackson Part Three of Three. Nick had his right hand clasped firmly around the shaft of his cock, sliding slowly and evenly up and down its length. I was too engrossed in what I was doing to notice when he released it from the tight confines of his pants. His eyes were locked onto my moving hands, watching as I slowly traced a finger up and down my gaping labia, letting the nail tease the soaked lips of my sex. His mouth hung open as he softly growled to himself, completely lost in the moment. His eyes had taken on that golden glow I had seen before. I could hear the chains beginning to tighten around his chest and legs. "Remember, Nick!" I warned as he began to strain against his bonds. His fangs were out and his lips were drawn back as he reached for the bag of blood that was on the table beside him. * * * I held the warm bag in my hand, trying to hold on until the very last. "Are you okay?" she said, stopping the motion of her hands. "Don't stop!" I growled. I didn't know if I could last but I desperately wanted to try. She pushed one of her hands deep into the folds of the sofa and pulled out what looked like a very realistic plastic penis. It was flesh colored and about 6 inches long. She smiled and said, "It was a gift from one of my friends in college. Another little secret." Natalie placed the tip of it against her clitoris and began to move it up and down, stroking her labia slowly. My eyes stayed riveted on her as she slowly and carefully began working it into herself a little at a time. Her face was damp with excitement and the pleasure of penetration. She was extremely wet and it slid in easily enough, and soon only an inch or so remained visible, the rest having been imbedded inside. The sight of her engorged labia tightly clasping the dildo was a scene out of fantasy. My fingers curled tighter around my blood-filled cock and I began to masturbate faster, gently sliding my hand up and down, trying not to come immediately at the sight presented before me. * * * I watched Nick as he stroked the length of his beautiful cock. I could hear his breath speed up as he drew near to his own climax. I was throbbing by this time, muscles in spasms as the image of his cock appeared and disappeared in his hand. His hand was moving faster and faster, the head glistening and deep red. * * * Natalie was moaning now, sighing rapturously, her grip on reality lessening with each passing second. Her breath escaped in sharp sighs. Her entire body undulated as her orgasm began. She was slipping away from me, floating on a cloud of pleasure. Realizing that she would be coming very soon, I began to move my hand faster, trying to come with her. * * * I masturbated for him, hips in the air, the dildo working in and out of my engorged folds, my thumb running over my clitoris, half aware of my eyes sliding almost shut as the fire began to build in me. I could see my breasts rising and falling as my breathing deepened with the approaching storm, and as it took me I could see the muscles in my thighs tighten. The spasms in my legs caused me to knock over the glass of wine and I watched it run across the floor, spreading through the sunlight and reaching for Nick. * * * Her hand moved the dildo faster and with more force as her limbs stiffened and her release was upon her. Her head was thrown back, her mouth slack, eyes half open, as her pleasure burst upon her like a shower, radiating out from her core. I felt the tidal wave of my own orgasm overtake me and I came with her, biting into the bag I held in my hand. I knew that smell! This was Natalie's own blood! I drank like one gone mad, inhaling the sweet thick essence of her. My head was swimming and the room was spinning around as I emptied the plastic sack down my throat. Everything went black and I felt myself slip into unconsciousness. * * * Through my lowered eyelids I saw Nick's cock swell and jerk in his hand, the head turning almost purple. His blood-colored semen jetted toward me, streaming out in an arc and splashing down on the sunlit floor, mingling with the spilled wine and bursting into flames immediately. I saw him bite into the bag of blood that I had drawn a few minutes before and watched his face as he realized it was mine. He was like someone possessed as he drained it completely. Then he slumped against the chains, out cold, the empty bag falling uselessly to the floor from his open hand. * * * My eyes opened and I looked into Natalie's concerned face hovering above me. I realized that I was laying on the sofa fully clothed, with her sitting next to me gently stroking my brow. Her clothing was back in place, the room was tidyed up, but the faint scent of garlic still hung in the air. "I must have passed out," I whispered. My head still felt stuffed with cotton, my mouth was dry, and I was having a hard time sitting up. "Lie still!" she commanded. She smiled and said, "I decided not to take any chances. That blood had enough tranquilizers in it to drop an elephant. You're going to be groggy for a few more hours. It's still daylight outside so you just lie here and sleep. I'll be back before long." She stood up, grinned and said jauntily, "I'll bring us back some videos!" "Get something different than that one about..." but she was out the door before I could finish my sentence. I slumped back against the cushions and stared up at the ceiling, closed my eyes, and fell immediately asleep. End of Part Three of Three. 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