“Kinky M and M’s”

Posted by tina on November 05, 20010 at 09:44:05:

Hi, everyone! Here's a story about a swinging kinky couple. Enjoy!

“Kinky M and M’s”
By Tina

Mary Lynn picked up the bra and panty set. She could still smell Martina’s scent on the lingerie. Then she picked up the note that lay on the bed with the delicate undergarments.

“Get dressed, get ready, I’m set to play!”

It was signed with a single capitol “M” for Martina. Mary Lynn’s heart raced as she shed her business suite. She hurriedly peeled the nude pantyhose off her long legs, unfastened her white bra and shimmied out of the matching panty. Hurriedly she pulled on the black lace bra and panty set that Martina had laid out for her. Then she slid the sheer black nylons up her legs. She smoothed the stay-up lace tops over her thighs. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation as she finished pulling the nylons into place. The stocking tops ended almost as her crotch. Mary Lynn rubbed her legs back and forth listening to the sizzle of the stockings. Then she stepped into the black patent pumps that sat waiting on the carpet for her dainty feet.

Mary Lynn was not sure when Martina would return but she wanted to be ready. She hurried down into the family room as quickly as the high heels would allow. The family room was actually a soundproof room set up for the bondage and torture games to which Mary Lynn and her lover Martina were partial. The lights were turned down low and struck Mary Lynn as being particularly romantic.

She went to the footlocker that sat opposite the couch. First she removed a large bright orange ball gag. She positioned the ball firmly between her lips, forced it back to a point of discomfort and then strapped the gag in place. Her eyes actually hurt a little as the muscles in her face stretched in concert with the stretching of her jaw.

She fastened a pair of ankle restraints around her slim ankles being careful not to run the pretty nylons. The ankle cuffs had an eight-inch hobble chain that allowed walking as long as she took careful small steps. The handcuffs were regulation police issue cuffs. They belonged to an uncle or cousin of Martina’s who had lost a wager of some sort. Mary Lynn was fuzzy on the details of how Martina had come by the cuffs but she knew they were the real deal. Mary Lynn locked the right cuff in place. She closed it tighter than necessary and relished the discomfort of the metal bracelet as it cut into her wrist.

She then took a black silk scarf and tied it over her eyes. She folded the silk into a four inch band that completely covered her eyes and blocked out what little light was available in the recreation room. She carefully knotted the scarf in place. Mary Lynn looked around experimentally, tilting her head this way and that and smiled at her dark world.

Then she placed her hands behind her back, fumbled with the free end of the handcuffs before finally guiding the open cuff around her left wrist and ratcheting it closed. Like the right cuff she forced the left closed as tight as she could stand.

Mary Lynn had long since quit trying to figure out her love affair with pain. She certainly no longer cared for any analysis of her predilection since she had become Martina’s live in lover. Actually she was Martina’s love slave and that made it all the more wonderful. All Mary Lynn needed to know was that pain and pleasure seemed to always mix into an fantastic orgasmic cocktail.

Mary Lynn sighed as she hobbled toward the couch. Fortunately she was moving very slowly when her shin connected with the cushions. She almost fell face forward but caught herself, swiveled and plopped onto the couch.

“I wonder what Martina has in store tonight?” Mary Lynn wondered as she listened to the odd house noises.

She had no idea how much time had passed when she heard Martina’s footsteps coming down the stairs to their sanctuary.

“Is my little cupcake ready?” Martina asked as she walked into the room.

“Oh, God, she’s drunk,” Mary Lynn realized as she heard the slurred speech of her dominate lover.

“There she is and she is ready,” Martina cooed as she sat down beside Mary Lynn.

The face rotated slightly in the general direction of Martina’s voice. Mary Lynn heard a glass being set unsteadily onto the end table. Then Martina pulled her into a tight embrace and actually kissed her lips. The two women shared the orange ball gag for a moment as their lips met in the passionate kiss. Mary Lynn could actually taste the liquor on Martina’s lips. But the thought of Martina being drunk was quickly forgotten as Martina’s hand slid up Mary Lynn’s left thigh. The kiss continued as Martina’s fingers insinuated themselves inside the bikini panties.

Mary Lynn moaned softly as Martina began to finger her cunt. The hobble chain did not prevent Mary Lynn from pushing her thighs wide to accommodate Martina’s explorations. Then Martina forced the cups of the lacey bra down to expose Mary Lynn’s erect nipples. She began to suck the lovely round breasts as her finger continued to fuck her slaves wet pussy. Mary Lynn was hunching Martina’s hand as the long fingernail scraped the inside of her cunt. She was already on fire when Martina sat back.

“I brought you a present,” Martina said still sounding somewhat drunk, “stand up so I can give it to you.”

Mary Lynn felt herself pulled to a standing position. Then she felt something being lowered over her head and drawn snugly around her throat.

“It’s a new necklace, my darling ML,” Martina said as she secured the noose around Mary Lynn’s throat.

She guided the knot into place behind Mary Lynn’s left ear then guided her into the center of the room. With shaky assistance Mary Lynn found herself stepping up onto something. Then she felt the rope begin to draw upward.

“Oh, no, does she mean to hang me?” Mary Lynn wondered with a pang of fear but an equal shot of excitement pulsing through her body.

Then there was a brief silence as she felt the rope being tied off.

“Oh, Darling, you are too gorgeous,” Martina said as she returned to the couch.

She sipped her drink, fingered her own hot pussy and watched Mary Lynn shift uncomfortably on her short pedestal.

“Why don’t you step down and do a dance for me, ML?” Martina asked after a few minutes watching silently from the couch.

The bound, gagged and noosed slave shook her head frantically. Again the blindfolded face turned in the direction of her lover. Martina could almost see her begging despite her face being partially covered by the silk scarf and so completely distorted by the large orange ball.

“Oops, time for a refill,” Martina said as she finished the last of her highball.

She got up, staggered over to Mary Lynn and said, “I’m going to fix myself a drink.”

Mary Lynn felt Martina’s hand press against her side as she said this. Then suddenly Martina’s hand pushed hard against Mary Lynn’s body. The woman was a little tipsy from the highball on an empty stomach and had to steady herself against Mary Lynn’s body.

“I’ll be right back, so don’t go anywhere,” Martina said with a wave as she turned and staggered toward the stairs.

Mary Lynn had been pushed back and now, as Martina’s hand left her body she swayed forward. Her dark world started to move uncontrollably as her body tried to right itself. Mary Lynn was disoriented as she swayed on the short stool. She leaned back to gain balance again and she felt the hard caress of the noose. With sudden panic Mary Lynn could feel her body leaning too far backward. Her right foot came off the stool as she again fought frantically to balance herself. The hobble chain went tight. As her foot came back down it caught only the edge of the stool and she felt herself falling. Mary Lynn tried to scream as she felt the rope tighten. Her body swayed for a second and then the stool fell out from under her left foot.

The final terrible scream was locked inside her head. Her feet swung free as the stool rolled slowly away. Terrible pain shot up her throat as the rope snapped tight. Her head was whipped down and she felt something pull.

Unfortunately for Mary Lynn she had dropped only a few inches. The sudden stop had pulled something in her neck but failed to do any real damage. The helpless woman now swung at the end of her lover’s rope. That loop of rope was closing tighter with each passing second and each futile kick of her legs. The playroom was filled with the clanking of the metal chain between her ankles and the cuffs that bound her wrists. Mary Lynn could only hear the horrible gurgling noises that filled her head as she tried to draw air past the hangman’s noose.

The knot forced Mary Lynn’s face down toward the floor but the silk scarf still blinded her. She couldn’t see her feet dangling a foot above the floor. Nor could she see that the stool lay within easy reach of her pumping toes. All she had to do was reach out and flip the stool upright and step back to safety. The blindfold remained in place as Mary Lynn slowly suffocated in her dark world.

The burning in her lungs quickly began a sword fight of pain with her tortured neck. The hanging woman’s mind could hardly process the screaming messages of her rapidly dying nerves. Every fiber of her body seemed to ache with the desire for fresh air.

“Martina will come back and save me,” Mary Lynn thought as her struggles began to slow.

Pink tinged drool ran out of both sides of Mary Lynn’s mouth. The orange ball gag was slick with her bloody saliva. The strangulation had caused her tongue to slowly swell until it filled her mouth and throat. Mary Lynn’s hopeful thought of rescue was too late. Even had her lover come at that instant the poor girl would still have been snuffed by her swollen tongue. The rope finally snapped her hyoid bone and her tongue was a bloated mass plugging her upper throat and the small hollow behind the orange ball.

“Yes, Martina must save me, I’m too young to die,” Mary Lynn thought as her legs quit pumping and her toes drooped down.

“Is that you darling?” Mary Lynn called out in her asphyxiated brain.

Mary Lynn had thought the world a dark place with the blindfold knotted over her eyes but gradually a deeper shade of night fell upon the hanging creature. She slipped into blessed unconsciousness as her bladder burst. Her pee ran freely down her dangling legs to drip onto the patent leather shoes that had been kicked off at the height of her frenzy. The rope was buried under the chin that now almost touched the still breasts. Mary Lynn’s hair dangled down around her contorted face.

“I’m ba....OHHHH.”

Martina was spared the sight of Mary Lynn’s blue eyes that bulged hideously under the silk blindfold. Still the sight of her dangling lover was a shock. The glass slipped from Martina’s fingers when she saw her sweetheart hanging. As though in a dream she looked at the pointed toes that were dripping yellow pee onto the black pumps that lay just below. The stool lay on its side just inches away from Mary Lynn’s right foot. Martina looked up at the down turned face as she walked over to the slowly swinging body. She reached out tentatively, took hold of Mary Lynn’s upper arms and steadied the sway. The bare skin was already cooling.

She reached around and took hold of Mary Lynn’s wrist. Then frantically she put a hand over the dead girl’s heart. There was no longer the rhythmic beating that Martina had felt so many times as the lovers drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Mary Lynn’s cheeks were blue and puffy. Fine red lines of drying blood stained the lower part of her throat. The rope had constricted Mary Lynn’s throat to little more than two inches. In her final frenzy the hanging damsel had pulled her lips open to the point that there was a small gap around the orange ball that stuffed the front of her mouth.

Martina looked up at her dead lover and remembered how beautiful she had been in life. She hugged the corpse around the waist as her own tears began to fall. Martina swayed along with the body as though they were doing a slow dance.

“Why couldn’t you wait for me to do your little dance,” Martina sobbed as she clutched tight to Mary Lynn’s corpse.

After a couple of minutes Martina wiped her eyes and fetched the keys to the handcuffs. She unlocked Mary Lynn’s’ wrists. The dead woman’s arms swung limply to her sides as Martina righted the short stool. It was a struggle but Martina managed to extricate Mary Lynn from the rope and gently lower her body to the floor. She looked at her dead lover as she ratcheted the metal bracelet around her own wrist. The loop of rope swung in front of her face. Martina ignored the angry red mark that encircled Mary Lynn’s strangled throat. Instead her eyes remained fixed on the black scarf covering Mary Lynn’s protruding eyes. Martina carefully positioned the noose.

She stood for a moment staring at the body. Her wrists were now locked securely behind her back and the nylon rope, warm with Mary Lynn’s blood was snugly around her own throat.

“I’m coming my darling ML,” Martina whispered as she kicked the stool away.