Posted by Ay-Wun on October 29, 2006 at 20:53:45:
Uli stepped off the Lufthansa jet at Oakland International, a vision of beauty, carrying only a small overnight type bag. All the way from Berlin she came, but that's all she would need. As I met her at the gate she flew into my arms, and what a lucious armsful. Gawd she was beautiful, everything a man could want in looks, and brains too. This magnificent woman had come to give her all to me. If only I could cherish and keep her as she is for a while, but there would only be tonight, and tomorrow, and what remained.
After a long, satisfying kiss, I held her at arms length taking in face to face, one of the loveliest visages I'd ever seen. Eyes, nose, mouth in perfect proportion, and that tiny trace of over bite that made the whole so charmingly beautiful. Stepping back, somewhat reluctantly, I viewed even more perfection, as I looked her fabulous body up and down. As my eyes returned to see her eyes sparkle and her lovely lips say, with the barest hint of accent,
"You like what you see." a statement, not a question.
"I certainly do!" Then, to her musical laugh. "How could I not?" I blurted, "When an angel descends from the heavens!"
"Oh, the paladin speaks poetically!" That wonderful laugh again.
Taking that bag and her hand, I led her to my car, as we chit-chatted, getting to know one another better than the typed lines of internet chat. She kept up a running conversation on the way to Alameda, going from modern airport to the tree lined victorian quaintness. She liked everything she saw, even my apartment, where we shortly arrived.
"Wouldn't you like to take a few days, so I may show you the area?" I asked, hoping for more time with her.
"No liebchen, just tonight and tomorrow I think, won't you sit beside me so we can begin?" was her somewhat disappointing answer, but sit I did as a night of magic began.
She turned to me and our lips met once more, as sweetly as before. She came into my arms once again, then my hand cupped her breast, feeling the nipple harden, I had noticed that she wore no bra. Things progressed to the bedroom, and a night of wonders. Here too she proved to be as near perfection as I've ever encountered. Over and over I held off cumming, for this night was not about me, no matter how much I wished it might be, and for many nights to come that could never be. We had sex in many positions, with she or I on top at different times. Again and again I brought her to climax, knowing that no matter how superb she was, my own would be limited. I asked if she wanted it in her ass, and she just said,
"Please!" as she gave me a mischievous grin. I wanted to give her as much as she wanted for what she giving me. Sweet Uli, of course, saw me as the one giving to her.
I let her sleep in, as I slipped out of bed quietly. I rolled out my equipment, all designed and built by yours truly to fit into a single double wide closet. First out was the sturdy folding prep table with attached hand and ankle cuffs, with combo ball gag/head strap on a hinged section for manual spitting. I wouldn't need that this time, maybe never, since I'd designed my spitting unit, which came out next. This had to be partially assembled yet, so I moved it to the living room on its casters. Then out to the kitchen I wheeled my vertical electric oven/smoker.
Ah, my pride and joy, I plugged it in and put it on warm-up, set as an oven this time. Five and a half feet tall, four and a half wide and deep, double thermal windows on three sides, spit rotator in the bottom, head hole/smoke vent on top. I designed and built all this gear over the past two years, finally, I got to use it. I went to wake Uli.
"It's time wonderful Uli." I softly said, close to her ear.
Smiling that radiant smile as she turned over, she pulled me to her saying,
"One more time?" so we did.
Well awake now She cleaned her insides and showered. This was easy as she hadn't eaten since a day before leaving Berlin. I gazed with awe at that lovely body as she came to me. While she showered, I'd set up my spitting rig. This was a lifting rack set at forty-five degrees to fit below my ten foot ceiling. Counter balanced for Uli's weight, it was all set for her to mount the rack.
From her small over-night case she now took a leotard made from that same spun sugar material as that club in Germany had used to put a glaze Britta Maus's body.* Uli now put on a super sexy reverse strip tease as she pulled the skin tight garment onto her fabulous form. The material so transparant, except for its nylon like sheen it was as though she was still nude. Smiling that wonderful smile, she lifted a leg to show that the way to her holes was open.
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I helped her onto the rack, squating on the bottom bar. First her ankles were cuffed to the bar upon which her feet rested. Then her wrists locked to the bar behind her shoulders.
"Are you ready to ride the spit Uli dear?" I asked now.
"Oh yes sweet man, I've been ready to be meat for too long to count, spit me, roast me, enjoy me now!!" she breathily replied.
Pressing the switch, she smoothly rose toward the ceiling.
"Do you want a long or short spit Uli dear?" I asked to confirm her desire.
"As I said before I came, the idea of seeing myself roast excites me, the short one please." she said as she smiled down at me.
"I'll have to gag you, you know, are you sure you'd rather not do without the spit?"
"No dear, I've always dreamt of being spitted. Spitted halfway and viewing is like two dreams come true! Some of the time I dreamt of seeing myself on rotisseries, in ovens, and at the stake. Are you trying to talk me out of it?"
"Do you remember the signals?" I asked.
"Head side to side for your attention, up and down if pain is too much, blink twice for yes, once for no." she responded.
"Open up, here's the gag." I reached up putting it into her mouth and snapping it behind her head. "OK," I said putting a thirty inch spit in the socket "Are you ready?"
She blinked twice.
I pulled the handle that released the rack. The tip of the spit that had nestled just inside her pussy lips swiftly moved inside her as gravity lowered her down onto it. At the ten inch mark I stopped it and activated the two inch in and out cycle and the vibration. Her eyes smiled at me and, after a few minutes, she obviously was cumming. I released the lock again, and the pain like ecstatic look of orgasm on her lovely face became genuine pain, she made no signal to stop as ten more inches of spit plunged into her.
The rack hit the limit stops. Opening the warmed up oven, I unlocked the rack from the lift and wheeled it on its casters up the short ramp into the oven. locking the rack with Uli spitted on it into non-rotating position, I put the sealing collar around her neck, and closed the door.
"Are you ready for the real heat?" I asked.
Her answer was two blinks.
Raising the the heat to cooking level, I reactivated the motion and vibration of the spit, working now from its oven connection. In the oven, the motion was reduced to half an inch, as the vibration became variable.
I quickly now set up the three full length mirrors in front of each window, so Uli could watch herself roast. Seeing that she'd begun to sweat, I wiped her face with a towel and turned the fan on to try to keep her cool. As her face twisted in pain, I asked,
"Do you want to stop, at this point you could probably survive?"
The single blink said no.
Her eyes moved from mirror to mirror, fascinated, wincing, as her beautiful body first turned bright pink like a sunburn as liquid dripped off her. Suddenly there was a flash as the leotard momentarily ignited and the glaze fused to her skin. Her eyes closed tightly from the flash, then a look of agony as she seemed to be screaming behind the gag, followed by a look of calm.
Her head now moved rapidly from side to side, as her mouth moved around the gag as if trying to speak.
"Do you want the gag removed?" I asked.
She blinked twice.
"You won't scream? I can't have you screaming."
One blink.
I went behind and unsnapped the gag, easing it out of her mouth. Gasping for breath for a moment she softly said,
"I think the glaze burn killed the nerve endings, it really hurt, but now it's gone, I can feel me cooking, but I can't describe it, it's very strange, it doesn't hurt now. Oh don't I smell good?!"
"Yes Uli, you smell wonderful, you'll be super delicious!"
Just then the oven misted as the drip pan emptied by sprays using her own juices to further baste her. When it cleared, she was seen to be turning golden like a beginning sun tan.
Uli's lovely eyes half closed and her head drooped, again she moved her head from side to side for attention, slowly this time. I moved closer to hear her as she gasped out so faint I barely could hear,
"It-hurt-but-it-was wonder-ful - all - I - hoped - it - would - be-e-e, Th - ank y-o-uuu---. She lost consciousness.
The irregular pulse at her temple showed that she still lived, ten minutes later it was gone.
I dined like a king that night on Uli's fabulous meat, by far the best I'd ever tasted. The freezer held the rest of her meat, lasting me for months. The bones I disposed of in walks accross the Golden-Gate Bridge, we hadn't discussed it but I believe her esthetic senses would have approved. Using taxidermy I preserved her lovely head, I gaze upon it now as I lie in my bed. Uli was a work of art in life, ending as a gourmet treat. Will I ever use my equipment again? I cannot say for sure, but even should there be others in the future, I will never forget Uli.
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