TABOO TALES(erotica)

This comment aroused Janice’s curiosity: not one new yoga technique but two! Since she loved doing yoga, she became excited and drank another large mouthful. Noticing herself in the wall mirror, she saw that her lips and chin were covered with the white goo. She stared at herself, and then licked the thick white shake off her lips. She’d heard about Bikram Yoga, taught in classes with the temperature at 104 degrees, but it was too new for there to be classes in it in her area. Since she was now excited rather than relaxed, she drank more, almost finishing the large glass.

Janice removed her robe and lay down on the bolster. It raised her stomach and ass high in the air, but was surprisingly comfortable. She had no idea the nightie did not even cover her ass. She waited, trying to slow her breathing and relax.

After a few minutes, she realized that she’d forgotten to put on the eye mask. She sat up, remembering that Matthew’s instructions were explicit: “Drink the entire glass.” She did not want to disobey his order, especially since he was going to so much trouble this evening. She finished the glass with two mouthfuls, so quick and large that she sputtered, spewing the white froth all over her black robe.

“Bad girl!” she said to herself. Before she could wipe it off, she suddenly felt dizzy, so she grabbed the eye mask, put it on, and again lay face down on the bolster, the room slightly spinning.

The first thing she became aware of was her outstretched hands being massaged at the same time. The second item was that the den was no longer chilly. He moved along to her forearms and upper arms. She moaned, “Mmmm, that feels good.” His strong hands were not gentle.

“Just relax, stay still.” He removed his hands. In a minute, the room felt hotter, although her pussy was wet. She was now perspiring freely. She heard the microwave hum. Pushing her baby doll up to her neck, he aimed the squeeze bottle and shot the white liniment over her thighs and back. Foggily, Janice became aware of a series of mechanical clicks. She wasn’t sure through the mask, but she also thought a bright light flashed repeatedly at each click.

Matt resumed with her feet, kneading up her calves and thighs. As he massaged her ass, she began moving her hips. When he started in on her inner thighs, she groaned, “Yes. . .” But when he reached her pussy, she was unable to close her legs. He’d tied each one to one of the coffee tables on each side of the bolster.

“Mother, I said this would be a full body massage.” He rubbed her lips, pushing together the meaty labia until moisture seeped out of her opening. A loud groan escaped her mouth as her body shuddered in a mild orgasm.

A few minutes later, she’d been turned over onto her back, all four limbs tied tightly. The bolster was under her lower back, making her breasts arch prominently. The den was blazing hot, her body drenched with perspiration. “It’s broiling hot,” she said.

“The point of Bikram Yoga is to have the room over a hundred degrees, so your muscles don’t cramp while they’re stretched,” Matt said. Without warning, he inserted the same lemon into her mouth and fastened the bungee cord. The gag felt less uncomfortable than the night before.

He proceeded to massage the front side of her arms and legs. He placed the small bolster under her neck, raising her head so she had a perfect view of her body. “We don’t want you to get dehydrated, so drink up.” He removed the cord and gag and held the glass to her lips as she drank thirstily. Matt replaced the ball and cord and pulled off the eye mask. She gazed at herself, half-seeing the wrecked baby doll had been pulled down to cover her mound. Matt wore only his pajama pants, his skin glistening in the heat.

The microwave hummed again. Grinning, Matt stood between her feet, the liniment bottle jutting from his groin. He squeezed hard and a geyser of hot lotion rained on her face, baby doll and thighs. He rubbed it into her legs and then, kneeling above her, rubbed the liniment into the baby doll over her abdomen. Her moans increased as she watched, eyes half-lidded. He grabbed her right breast, his hand encircling it around the base, squeezing and forcing it up into a tight column. She yanked frantically at the cords on her arms and legs but couldn’t move them more than an inch or two. He noticed her eyes had closed. “Open your eyes,” he commanded.

He placed the palm of his hand directly over her nipple, the liniment pooling on the top, pressed down flat and rotated his hand, the fabric grinding into her nipple. The grinding force would have flattened her breast, except that his grip around the base prevented it. Her pelvis began to shift up and down off the carpet, responding to the pain. He repeated the technique on her left breast. The pressure on her breast was enormous. “Oh my God,” she cried through the gag. Her pelvis bucked even more. He left her chest and began on her inner thighs. After rubbing her pussy, increasing her frenzy, he placed another large bolster under her hips, raising her pelvis, and went to the microwave, although his back blocked whatever he was doing there. She couldn’t stop writhing.

The microwave was turned on again. When it finished, he turned around, holding the injector. As soon as she saw what was in his hand, she began screaming, but he only smiled as he placed the tip in her cunt, laying the injector on the bolster beneath her. He clasped each breast tightly like before and ground a thumb into each huge nipple, bending it back and forth. Her ass bounced up and down. Behind the gag, it sounded as if she was saying, “Fuck! Fuck!” over and over. He removed one hand from a breast and ground the thumb harshly into her clit, punishing it.

With the other hand, he grabbed the injector. Still abusing her clit, he drove in the injector halfway, a full three inches, and squeezed the bulb. As the hot liniment was forced up her cunt, her body leapt up in a massive climax, the tendons in her neck and thighs like ripcords, nothing on the floor except her shoulders and feet. He rammed in the remaining five inches and squeezed the remainder of the seething white liquid into the far reaches of her cunt. Her hips rose another three inches as she shuddered nonstop for thirty seconds, a spray of liquid shooting out from her pussy, and collapsed on the bolster like a discarded doll, mouth hanging open, barely conscious.

Matt removed his pants. After a few seconds he extracted the injector and replaced it with three fingers inserted all the way up her cunt. He removed them, dripping, and lubricated his cock with the liniment and cunt juices. He had planned to fuck her, but because of her insolent taunts earlier, thought he should definitely deny her that pleasure. He jacked off and quickly spewed his load into her half-open mouth. It filled quickly and the overflow poured down onto her breasts.

He studied her prostrate form, saturated with pools of sweat and liniment, legs splayed, breasts swollen and pussy reddened, nipples standing up a full inch. White liniment bubbled out of her cunt, cascading onto the bolster, flowing down the bolster like a waterfall onto the carpet. As she lost consciousness, the last thing she was aware of was another series of mechanical clicks, accompanied by synchronized bursts of light, flickering on her closed eyelids like a movie projector.

Please look for the next episode, wherein Matt takes the introductory installment of his graduation gift and Janice heats up a frozen dessert treat.

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Sunday breakfast was quiet. Janice, exhausted from her abuses and climaxes at the hands of her inventive and relentless son, had slept soundly. The fantasies of Matt that had tormented her on vacation were being lived in a spiral of humiliation and submissiveness. Each of them read the newspaper. Again, Janice could not bring herself to look at Matt during breakfast. Matt acknowledged to himself that he’d been afraid of committing the final obscenity. It had been his weakness. He’d waited far too long to fuck her. She was desperate for it. But he’d have to gag her before her first whipping tonight.

“Is there anything you want from me?” she asked, conciliatory after the abuse she’d undergone last night.

“Even though your baby doll and panties are ruined, I want you to wash them and keep them, as a symbol.”

“As a symbol of what?” she whispered hoarsely.

” As a symbol of my becoming your master and owner.”

“Oh. . . . All right. As you wish.

“I’m going to spend the day with Alex,” he said. Alex was Darielle’s son and Matt’s best friend. He was also a cutie, a hot one. Although he was younger than Matt, he was very mature for his age, with blond curly hair, broad shoulders and thick biceps. “I’ll be back for dinner.”

He thought for a moment, grabbed a pad and pen, and wrote a list:

You’ll need –

1. One of the young bamboo shoots from the grove in the garden

2. 1 large and 1 medium cigar tube

3. Place cords on both wrists and ankles

4. Remove your clothing and kneel on the ottoman, facing the chair

5. Tonight’s sessions will include two special, creamy desserts

She screwed up her courage to ask a question, her desire and curiosity burning. “Obviously you’re going to apply my first whipping.” He nodded. She wondered if he’d leave any marks on her breasts. “Will you mark me?” He nodded again and she gulped, wondering if she’d have to suck him off again tonight and swallow his load, or whether he’d fuck her while she was helplessly tied. “But what is the Velcro for?”

He leaned over and slapped her left breast. “Too many questions,” he said. She’d simply have to wait. Better silence than to anger him even more.

After dinner, feeling the sting in her whole breast, Janice followed her latest instructions, burning with curiosity about the two creamy desserts. Naturally, she could predict what one would be. Wearing only her robe and heeled slippers, she knelt in front of the large ottoman, her legs stretched so her knees were at the corners. It was a strain but she knew she needed the stretch. Her arms rested flat on the arms of the matching easy chair. She had already fastened cords around her wrists and ankles. The heat lamps pounded down on her. She was throbbing with anticipation.