"The Post" - part 1 of 3
by Coyote
Coyote stared at his discovery for a long time without
moving. His thoughts raced from the plantation's two
hundred year history to the stone tower he and Raven were
building now. Raven. His thoughts settled on her, of course.
He pictured the smooth skin of her back, the gentle curves
of her shoulders, the way her form narrowed at her waist
and then rounded out again into her perfect ass.
He imagined her tossing her head to look back over her
shoulder at him, her lips forming that slight smile she got
whenever she won some small victory over him. He could
never resist smiling back.
Coyote stared at his discovery without moving. Then he
smiled and his mind was made up.
"Raven, come up here." he called from the
entrance alcove. Raven's head jerked up at the tone
of his voice. It was a tone she didn't hear often.
Maybe not often enough, she admitted to herself.
At the top of the short flight of stairs, she saw him,
standing in his jeans and yellow work shirt. His back was
turned to her and he shoved something she couldn't
see into his black nylon backpack. She stopped at
arm's length from him. "Yes?" she said
and he turned to face her.
He reached out to touch her face, as she knew he would. If
nothing else, she was certain that he thought she was
beautiful. She closed her eyes and felt his finger trace
the curve of her cheek. She could smell the leather and
sweat of the work gloves he had worn all day.
Kiss me, she thought to herself, and opening
her eyes, she saw him smile briefly as if she had spoken
aloud.
"Come with me. I want to show you something,"
he said. And she followed him outside.
They walked in silence down the old trail that led to their
spot where the creek entered the small forest where berries
and plums grew wild.
He took her hand as they entered the woods and he felt that
same storm in his chest he felt every time he touched her.
He put his hands on her waist to help her over the creek
bed and his hand slipped under her pullover to touch her
bare skin. He had to fight back the sudden urge to take
her right there. He pictured her body wet and sparkling and
then imagined caressing her, covering her skin with the
clean, silty mud. He set her down and conjured the strength
to hold to his original intentions. The muddy creek bed
would wait.
The entered a small circular clearing in the wood, and her
first thought when she saw his discovery was revulsion. As
if reading her mind, he said, "It's not what
you think it is." She faced him. He walked over to
the large post planted in the center. The post was maybe
ten feet high with a large steel ring fastened to opposite
sides, one near the top, and the other about halfway up.
Several clean new black leather straps hung from the rings
and lay on the ground. On the side with the highest ring
was a foot high platform. "Field slaves would have
been whipped in their quarters, so that the other slaves
could see. This is so far out here in the woods, so that no
one would see."
He paced around the pole while she stood still looking at it.
After completing the circle he looked at her with an
expression she had seen before. His blue eyes narrowed
slightly and he bit his lower lip for a moment, then he
spoke. "Undress, Raven."
Raven hesitated. She was uncertain if her limits were about
to be reached, but she knew if she refused him outright,
her time with him would be over. She unbuttoned her pants
before bending over to remove her boots.
He watched her slip off her jeans and pull her shirt over
her head. As she reached behind to undo her bra, he began
to walk around her as he had the pole; inspecting this
magnificent creature that he tried so hard to totally
possess.
He was standing behind her when she reached down to remove
her panties and she felt his hands take her wrists. He
brushed her hair aside with his chin, and she felt his
mouth on her shoulder n that spot she knew he liked more
than any other. "Yes." She thought, "Kiss
me. Make love to me here then take me home and make love to
me again." She tried to reach for him, to caress his
cock through his jeans, but he held her still.
Still holding her wrists, he hooked his thumbs through the
waist of Raven's panties and began kissing down her
shoulder and back, tasting her skin until he knelt behind
her. He kissed the small of her back and released her
wrists as he began to slide the panties over her ass and
down her shapely legs.
Raven tried to concentrate on the feel of Coyote's
hands and her own lace panties sliding down her legs to
quiet her nervousness. But it all returned as his hands
reached her ankles and she stepped out of them and stood
naked between her Master and the whipping post.
Coyote raked his fingernails up Raven's legs as he
stood, amazed as always at the reaction his body had to the
sight of her standing before him naked. His cock strained
against the denim, possessed by that part of him that wanted
to take his girl NOW.
____________________________
____________________________
His hands on her waist, he guided her to stand before the pole.
"Take one of the straps." he ordered. She
started to shake her head, and then she felt his breath on
her skin and his voice in her ear. "Do you not still
crave my attention as much as I crave your
submission?" She watched almost unbelieving as her
trembling hand reached for one of the long black straps
before her. She wrapped it twice around her wrist and then
Coyote reached around her to slip the end through one of
the twists, securing her hand.
"Now take another one." Coyote ordered. Raven
closed her free hand over another strap and held it,
watching while Coyote wrapped it around her wrist and
secured it.
He walked around the pole, looking at his bound slave even
as he pulled the strap that took the slack from her bonds
and pulled her hands over her head. His breath caught in
his chest as he watched her lower her head even as her
rising arms lifted her breasts.
Raven closed her eyes as her arms were lifted above her
head. Her Master had told her before how he enjoyed the
sight of her in this position. For a moment she allowed
herself to hope that this was all Coyote had planned, to
tie her to this ancient post. She knew he wanted her. She
hoped he was preparing to take her now. Then she felt his
hands on her waist and she was lifted onto the small
platform.
She grasped the leather cords and held close to the pole,
making those motions that she knew incited her
Master's lust.
The gentle slap of his many bladed whip against her calf
startled her and she gasped, jerking her leg up. "Keep
your leg lifted there, little slave," he ordered and
Raven obeyed, pulling on her bonds and holding to the post.
Coyote took a strap from the lower ring and kneeling behind
Raven, he brought it around his girl's bare lifted
thigh. From his position kneeling behind her, he could see
her cunt exposed by her lifted leg. Once that strap was
secured around her thigh and the post, he slowly drew his
finger along the perfect pink folds of her labia. He was
gratified to discover that his slave's pussy was wet.
Raven felt the finger along her nether lips and gasped. She
rose up on the toes of the foot left unsuspended to expose
more of her. "Take me." she whispered.
"Please take me now, Coyote." She arched her
back, crushing her breasts against the pole and moving her
hips away, trying to present her lovely cunt to him.
"Please," she whispered again.
Coyote stood. "Raise your other leg, slave." he
ordered. Raven pulled the straps to hold herself and
leaning against Coyote, she did as she was told. She felt
another strap around her thighs, then another under her
ass, creating a seat, and she was secured to the post.
Coyote stood behind his slave, the sight even more
magnificent than he had imagined. He brushed her hair aside
to expose her neck and lowered his mouth to her skin.
Raven tossed her head back and opened her mouth. Her
Master's kisses moved from her neck to her cheek then
her mouth was covered by his. His hands circled her waist
and then slid up her flanks until his fingers rested
lightly on the sides of her breasts.
As he explored her mouth with his tongue, Coyote moved his
hands to his slave's ample breasts. He kneaded them
gently, fighting his urges to hurt her. Lost in his desire
for her, he continued to kiss her and to lift her breasts,
pressing them together then separating them, taking the
perfect nipples between his fingers, then sliding his
finger below, between or above her pink-tipped white globes.
Her Master's passionate touch inflamed Raven and she
found herself giving Coyote what he wanted. Her mind raced,
trying to process the sensations of her body. Their tongues
danced between their mouths while his hands roughly handled
her tits, her nipples pressing up to and rubbing against
the hard wooden post. She arched her back, pressing her
now-dripping cunt against the post as well, as had the
girls and women bound to it over a hundred years before.
Keeping her breasts firmly in one hand, Coyote slid the
other down Raven's belly and placed it between the
post and her sex. The feel of her wet lips parting to admit
his finger into her as she continued grinding her hips
against his hand tempted him again. He held her firmly and
pressed his crotch to her ass as he considered how best to
keep this wild creature tamed.
The denim of his jeans rubbed roughly against her ass, and
Raven could feel his hard cock through the cloth. She
struggled against the hand holding her still, wanting the
freedom to move with the finger inside her, to keep her
clit moving against his hand. Then he released her and she
fell back, held only by the seat tied around her ass and
the straps tied to her wrists.
Raven remembered where she was and what was about to be done
to her.
...continues in "The Post" part 2 - click here to continue...
[Note: this story is protected by international copyright law,
all rights not expressly waived are reserved by its author.]
________________________________________
writing to . If we have their email address
on file we'll also forward your comments to the author for you.
____________________
Back to the BDSM Stories Index Page
_______________
Back to Main Stories Index Page