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...presents... Unchained
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by Isis
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5/1/1998-#354
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__///////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\\__
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\\\\\\\/ Everything You Need Since 1986 \///////
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___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___
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|___heal_the_sick___raise_the_dead___cleanse_the_lepers___cast_out_demons___|
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Editor's note: We don't usually publish erotica. For one thing, the
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vast majority of woman-narrated porn prose is undoubtedly written by men
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(or more probably, boys). This file, however, is written by a woman: an
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amicus bovinus in good standing. You might remember Isis as the
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author of cDc #344, the most anticipated expose of the meat-packing industry
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since Upton Sinclair's _The Jungle_.
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His body is naked on the sheets. Hands swept above his head tied
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together at the wrists which are then bound to the headboard. I left his
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legs free so I can feel them around me. I like it when I can feel his
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ankles pushing on me. The way his thighs undulate when I walk past him.
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I like the sight of a man on his back with only his eyes to draw you
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near.
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I like to watch the rise and fall of a man's chest, they way he
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struggles against the ties that bind him to me. To watch his own
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personal struggle, the way he's doubting whether I tied his hands up
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strong enough. And if he tries to break free will it tell me that he's a
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little afraid. But I always know better. I don't have to be told or
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shown. After I let him get used to the new role, I change it again. I
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want him to see that being bound isn't always about one person being in
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control, and the other powerless. That there is power in subservience.
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No one can have control over another without them wanting to be
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controlled. And knowing that IS power.
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I go over to where he is lying and stand at his feet letting his toes
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touch my legs, letting him curl his toes into my panties. Feeling the
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warmth that lingers there for us. Just as he tries to bring down my
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panties I slip back and walk over to the drawer beside our bed. I open
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it and bring out the whip that is curled in the form of a snake. I grasp
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the handles and take it over to him. Running the tip of the tails in
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between his toes, over his calf muscles and slowly up his thigh.
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Hesitating on his cock, I slowly circle the tails around his balls, back
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over his cock and up his chest. I do this a few times until I see his
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eyes blink and his Adam's apple slide up then down. Quickly drawing the
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whip up from him. I turn it around so that the handle is dangling over
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his mouth. I tell him to suck on the handle. If he shows me how to suck
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off the handle like a cock then I might favour him so later. He runs his
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tongue down the handle and around it as I pull it back and forth. I
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watch his eyes firmly on me, peering at me to see my reaction. To see if
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he is doing it right. But I show no sign, no indication of whether he
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will be getting blown later or not.
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When I feel he has sucked off the handle enough I take it and run it
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alongside his stomach and down his thigh. Resting it on the side of his
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buttocks I push on him with the handle, a gesture that means rolls over.
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With his hands twisting harder against the headboard he arches his back
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and turns to face the upright mirror adjacent to our bed. I want him to
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see himself whilst being teased and spanked. Taking a feather that I
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have nestled in my hair I slowly tickle his buttocks as he wriggles away
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from me. I prepare the whip for when he returns. Lifting the whip out
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in front of me, and widening my stance I let the whip crack against the
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opposite buttock. I have this turn on with symmetry. I never like to
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spank the same cheek that caused him to return to me. In this instance I
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tickled his left cheek, because of that he moved away from me, but he
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also came back. I believe that the feeling of not being tickled was
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enough to make him want more. So the right cheek is for pain, for
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punishment and the left is for soft teasing and caresses thus balancing
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everything. This keeps him coming back for me even though he never
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knows which buttock is going to be tantalised next. Symmetry is
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important.
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After I have him flinching constantly, to the extent where I don't have
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to even touch him (just the raising of one of my hands tends to have him
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either wince or jitter). I place the whip and feather on the floor. I
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want him to see how happy this has made me. How thankful I am to be part
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of this. Telling him to lie back flat on his back I straddle him so
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that my face is towards his feet and my back at his face. Lying down
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against him I urge him to take off my bra with his teeth. I'm left only
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with my panties on which I am rubbing back and forth across his abdomen
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while I run my hands up his inner thighs. Letting the curve of my hand
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rest under his balls cupping them slowly. Applying pressure all around
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and slightly raising his balls until they reach my lips. Sliding my
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tongue out of my lips and pushing them open I lick the curve of his
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balls up until I reach the base of his cock. I think of him lying there
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staring at the back of my head. The way my ass must look raised a little
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over his stomach. What the arch my pussy must look like covered in lace
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with some fine shiny hairs peeking out between the holes of the lace.
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And how when I get wet a dark spot appears on the outside of my panties.
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As I think of these things I let my tongue course slowly up the shaft of
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his cock. Pretending that my tongue is like blood cycling through him.
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Until I reach the head, where it curves. I turn my tongue so it curls
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round his head, letting the stud in my mouth press down against him.
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Then I push him deep into my mouth closing my lips tight against him.
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Drawing my teeth back and flattening my tongue underneath his cock. I
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continue this over and over again. Imagining myself as part of him.
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Like we are on a boat, each feeling the waves at the same time. When I
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sense that he is close to cumming. I pull back from his cock. I turn
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around so that I'm facing him. I run my tongue up his abdomen pressing
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my breasts against him until my pussy is about an inch above his face.
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He asks me to take off my panties but I refuse. I want to have him play
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with me through the panties. When he can taste me and I can feel soaked
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throughout the lace, only then will I take them off.
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I wrap my thighs around his head so that he can keep his head up with
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out having to strain too hard. Guiding his head with my thighs I bring
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myself unto his tongue. I sway back and forth with his tongue. I can
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feel his mouth pressed against my panties, his tongue plunged deeply
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into the crease that has formed there from having the lace pushed inside
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of me by his fervent licks and thrusts. I feel the arcs come, like these
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little tangents. That come and go quickly, then they come and stay
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longer. I start grinding down against him, wanting to grind so hard that
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it hurts. Right as I feel myself about to peak I snap my legs shut and
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push his back onto the bed with my knees. I stand up on the bed and put
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my hands on my side an lower my panties until they fall down onto his
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mouth. Telling him to suck on them, I place myself so that the tip of
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his cock is against the outside of my pussy. Like a bee buzzing
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persistently at the petals of a flower trying to get to the pollen.
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After rotating my hips around a few times I slowly descend onto him.
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Making sure that his cock is being helped up by my outer pussy lips.
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Watching him with his hands still tied and sucking on my panties. I let
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myself plunge down all the way on his cock. Moving from an upright
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position I lie down against him so that my head is under his chin, and
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my body squeezed tightly around him. I glide up and down, then as I come
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down again I flex the lower part of my body so I can deepen the
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position. As I rise up I clench the muscles inside my pussy so that I get
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tighter as I near the head.
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I love the feeling of being like a vice. I have all these holds I can do
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that can alter the feeling of his cock, and can make it really intense
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when we cum. As long as he flows with it we should be able to cum quite
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close to each other, if not on time.
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I look up and raise myself a little, I see the panties have been pushed
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aside but I don't care. I want to feel his tongue on mine. Kiss him,
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bite around his neck and whisper my thoughts at this very moment. Hear
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our moans resonate on the walls around us. I tell him how I feel. What
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It feels like, and how hard I'm gonna cum and sometimes even when. As I
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grow nearer I feel our bodies quicken and the spasms come through us
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sending our chakras into a frenzy. When the last few waves pulse within
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us, I slow down and drag them out with calm and tranquillity. Lying flat
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on top of him I reach up and untie the hands that bind him to me and
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this moment.
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/ \ .-. ((___)) .-. / \
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/.ooM \ / \ .-. [ x x ] .-. / \ /.ooM \
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/lucky 13\ / \ / `-(' ')-' \ / \ /lucky 13\
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\ / `-' (U) `-' \ /
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`-' the original e-zine `-' _
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Oooo eastside westside / ) __
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\__/ ) / Copyright (c) 1998 cDc communications and the author. \ ) \)(/
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(_/ CULT OF THE DEAD COW is a registered trademark of oooO
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cDc communications, PO Box 53011, Lubbock, TX, 79453, USA. _
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oooO All rights reserved. Edited by Omega __ ( \
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\ ( \__/ Save yourself! Go outside! Do something! \)(/ ( /
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\_) xXx BOW to the COW xXx Oooo
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