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Date: Wed, 30 Jun 1999 04:28:44 -0500
From: Thomas Denny <xwriter2000@email.com>
Subject: "Fade To Black" TG
FADE TO BLACK
By
xwriter2000
She had just started taking her shower so I knew I had
at least fifteen minutes to get ready. I took my pants and
shirt off. I went to the full-length mirror on the closed door
and admired myself. I had a long sleeve black leotard on over
black tights. Looking in the mirror just turned me on more than
the feel of having them on. I still had plenty of time so I
opened the top drawer of her dresser and picked a red thong
leotard and red tights for her. Putting them on the bed, where
she could see them when she came out of the bathroom, I waited
behind the closet door.
She came out of the bathroom, skin glistening with water,
and started drying herself. I could barely keep still. She
turned and looked at the thong the bed. As she started walking
to the bed I made my move. I came up behind her and grabbed the
towel and gently wrapped it around her head so she couldn't see
anything. I pushed her down on the bed, removed the towel and
blindfolded her with a pair of pantyhose wrapped around her
eyes. I didn't say anything to her because I was afraid she
might recognize my voice. It was as she sensed what she was
supposed to do and just lay there and not struggle. I started
rubbing her butt and then kissed it, she didn't move.
I turned her over and started putting the tights on her. I
finally managed to get them on her. Then I lay down on top of
her and started kissing her breast and rubbing my legs against
her legs. The feel of her tights rubbing against my tights was
almost too much for me to control, but I did. I knew I was far
from being through with her. I pulled the leotard on her and
snapped the crotch closed and stood back to admire her. One
more thing still had not tied her hands behind her back. After
finishing that little chore I started licking her toes,
planning to go all the way and unsnap the crotch of the leotard
with my teeth. I couldn't believe it; everything was going as I
had hoped it would. Right down to the back door being left
unlocked, just as I had imagined. Just then the phone rang. I
knew as soon as I answered, it would be the end, I would have
to wake up from my favorite dream. I forced my eyes open and
immediately became depressed, I never seemed to be able to
sleep long enough to finish my dream.
I picked up the receiver. It was my wife. She turned
the lights out on my dream, wanting to know if I wanted to go
to our friend's house Saturday afternoon. Terri was going to
barbecue and thought we might like to come over. I told Sarah,
my wife, sure. As I was talking about Terri I started to become
excited again. The girl of my dreams. I said goodbye to my wife
and hung up. I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to get
something to drink. As I passed the mirror on the dresser I
caught a glimpse of myself. I did look good in tights and a
leotard. I had the same black long sleeve leotard and black
tights on now that I had on in my fantasy. I liked the way my
butt looked when I was dressed like this.
Sarah would kill me if she ever saw me dressed like this.
She just couldn't understand. She knew I was doing it but she
never said anything. I still didn't understand what made me
dress like this, either. I just knew it felt good and I looked
good and besides I didn't think it was hurting anyone. I had
even asked Sarah to wear tights around the house and when we
had sex. She had done it for awhile but then she started
thinking it was stupid and too much trouble. That had started
my fetish back, full force.
We had known Terri since high school, which means we
had been friends for close to twenty years. She had moved to
the same town after her divorce. They usually got to see each
other at least once a week. When Terri moved she had lived
within a mile of them. She and Sarah had started to exercise at
our house everyday. Seeing both of them dressed in their
workout clothes made it difficult to be there with them. I had
even tried to exercise with them a few times, but it was just
to hard for me to handle. All I could think about was to get
both of them in bed together. I worked at home so that just
gave me more time for my mind to think about all this.
I had liked wearing tights and leotards since I was in
the third grade. I can remember being attracted to girls that
wore tights. I remember sneaking tights out of my sisters
drawers all the time and sleep in them. I never thought of
myself as en being weird. As far as I thought I wasn't hurting
anyone so no big deal. As I grew older my fetish grew, also. I
just didn't have enough time to do anything about it. However,
that didn't stop my fantasies from becoming more vivid.
We went over to Terri's house Saturday afternoon. It
was a cold day so I decided to wear a pair of tights under my
jeans that day. I did that once in a while when I knew Sarah
would be drinking and not paying much attention to what I was
doing. When we walked in Terri's house the first thing I always
noticed was what she was wearing. Today she was wearing, as
luck would have it, a long football jersey over tights. I knew
I wouldn't be able to keep my mind off her. Sometimes I thought
that maybe Sarah had told her about my fetish and that she
would dress like that just to get to me. Whatever the reason it
worked.
I got stuck with having to barbecue. As cold as it was
outside, I sure didn't want to have to do it, but at least the
cold air kept my mind off anything else except staying warm.
The girls were drinking heavy and fast. I really didn't mind
though. When Sarah had been drinking a lot that usually meant
I would have a good time that night when we got back home.
Sometimes she didn't even mind dressing the way I wanted her
to. The best thing was that Sarah hardly ever remembered what
had happened the nights she had been drinking and made love, so
I could take some chances on those nights.
I finished barbecuing and we sat down to eat. Sarah
and Terri were getting close to being drunk, by now. We all ate
like we hadn't eaten in for a few days so it didn't take long
to finish. There weren't many dishes so they were ready to
watch a movie on TV before long. It was getting colder in the
house so Terri started a fire in the fireplace and brought some
blankets out for her and Sarah from the closet. Sarah
complained of her jeans being to tight so she took them off
before she got underneath the blanket. To my surprise I saw
that my wife had on a pair of tights on underneath her jeans.
Boy, I thought, wouldn't it be nice to get under those blankets
with the two of them.
When the movie started I went in Terri's bedroom to
watch a game on TV. I could here them out in the living room
laughing and still popping those tabs on the beer cans. About
an hour after the movie started Sarah yelled at me to come talk
to them for a minute. I walked out to the living room. They
were both lying on the couch with their legs together for
warmth. Terri told me that we were going to spend the night and
for me not to argue. I didn't argue, I was disappointed because
I had wanted to have sex. Nevertheless, you never know, I
thought, anything could still happen. I took one more look at
them and went back to the bedroom to watch the ball game.
I hadn't heard any noise coming from the living room
for half an hour, so I decided to go see if they were sleeping
yet. They were, both of them sleeping so close together, I just
wanted to get right in the middle of them. I didn't, though. I
just went back in the bedroom, took off my pants and found one
of Sarah's leotards hanging in her closet, luckily it had a
snap crotch so I didn't have to take it all the way off if I
got lucky. Or had to use the bathroom. I turned out all the
lights, before I put the leotard on, in case one of them walked
in to use the bathroom they wouldn't be able to see me standing
there dressed like I was. I walked in the living room, they
were still sleeping, turned off the TV and gave my wife and
Terri a kiss on their butts to make sure they were sleeping.
They didn't stir when I kissed them so I figured they were out
for awhile.
I went back to the bedroom and crawled in the bed and
fell asleep. I woke up later and had to use the bathroom. I
hadn't turned on any lights so I couldn't see when I came out
of the bedroom. When I got close to the bed I thought I heard
something in the living room and started walking to the bedroom
door to close it in case they came to the bathroom. As I turned
around to get back in bed, someone pushed me from behind. I
couldn't get my balance and fell face first down on the bed. I
laid there for a second trying to figure out if I had just
tripped or if someone else was in there with me. I started to
get up when somebody jumped on my back pinning my arms with
their knees. Before I could do anything else my arms were being
tied together. A rope was slipped over my head and quickly
pulled down around my neck and tightened so it was difficult to
breathe. Then one of them pulled a tight hood or mask over my
head and down on my face. Now I couldn't see anything.
Whoever was on me shifted their weight just enough so
I could roll over on my back. It was too dark in the room to
see who was on top of me. I started to say something but
couldn't because whoever was there put a piece of tape over my
mouth. I felt them leaning over my head and was surprised to
hear Terri's voice whisper in my ear "don't worry, it will be
fun." "This is Terri's fantasy, not yours," Sarah said in a
scary voice. She told me to just lay there and enjoy it.
Terri's fetish, I didn't know Terri's mind even worked like
that.
Sarah moved down to my feet and started kissing and
sucking my toes. I didn't know how long I would be able to
stand the pleasure I was feeling. She sensed that I was getting
too excited and quit playing with my feet. She rolled me over
on my stomach and let me calm down before she did anything
else. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. To have
someone touching me when I had my tights and leotards on and
for them to be dressed the same. It was almost too good to be
true. She started rubbing the back of my legs and worked her
way up to my butt. When she got there she started kissing my
butt the way I had kissed hers early. Then she reached her hand
down between my legs and started rubbing my crotch. I thought I
would lose it anytime, now.
She was getting excited, herself, by now. Terri rolled
me over on my back again. She noticed I was breathing pretty
hard, so she decided to go ahead and finish me off. She spread
my legs and started rubbing and kissing my crotch through the
leotard. I had rubbed myself before but it had never felt as
good as it did now. Especially being tied up and not having any
control of what was happening to me. I knew I couldn't hold it
much longer so I arched my hips up so her face would be hard up
against my crotch.
Terri knew I was going to have an orgasm so she
started biting me gently through my outfit. That's all it took,
I came all over myself inside my tights and leotard. As soon as
Terri knew what was happening she started sucking through the
fabric. It seemed that it lasted forever. I had never
experienced anything that felt as good as what had just
happened. I thought that Terri would remove the tape and untie
my hands after that but she didn't. I tried to talk through the
tape but she told me to relax and enjoy it she wasn't through,
yet.
Terri and Sharon didn't give me time to enjoy my
orgasm. They both helped me up on my feet and started walking.
I couldn't tell which way we were going but I was getting
excited, again. All of the sudden I was cold, shivering cold.
We must be outside or in the garage. I could feel the rough
concrete through my tights. I couldn't hear anything because of
the hood, they had put on me, unless they would be right next
to my ear. Finally they made me sit down. At least it was soft.
I was still freezing. However, I could feel something warm
coming from beneath me.
One of them put my ankles together and looped something
around them and pulled it tightly. They laid me down on my
stomach and both of them more or less picked me up and moved me
forward. I heard them both straining to lift my deadweight
body. I laughed quietly to myself. Big tough women. One of
those big tough women pulled my ankles up almost enough to meet
my hands that were tied behind my back. Then she tied something
between my wrist and ankles whatever it was it wasn't
stretching too much, I was tied tight.
Whatever I was laying on wasn't too sturdy or big. If I
moved whatever I was on swayed and bounced. In addition, I had
that feeling that there was nothing underneath me. I felt like
I was up in the air or on something high. Everything was
suddenly more quiet than before. I knew that Sharon and Terri
had left me alone where ever I was. My penis was fully erect
now or at least erect as it could become in the tights and
leotards. Me being on my stomach didn't help. Every time I
shifted my weight would push down on my crotch and bring me one
step closer to orgasm.
What the hell. I couldn't wait any longer. I started
squeezing my upper legs together masturbating without touching
myself. I'd learned that trick a long time ago. It wasn't going
to take long. I could already feel the sperm moving slowly up
my shaft. The faster I rocked side to side the faster the sperm
came. Finally I felt the first load of sperm come out of my
penis and stick to the inside if my tights and leotards. THE
harder I rocked the more intense my orgasm was. Then I was
falling. I was still filling my crotch full of sperm as I fell
and for a second it was the best orgasm I had. Until I hit the
water.
Water! I had been on the diving board over the pool. As I
hit the water my mind went blank except for my orgasm. I could
feel the last drop of sperm shoot out of my penis. That was it
I thought. Then I thought this was really it. I was sinking to
the bottom of the pool. I was still tied up. They were going to
let me die. Oddly enough I remembered reading that if you
experience death or near death during orgasm it adds so much
feeling and intensity to the orgasm. Whoever said that was
right. Oddly enough I felt erotic with my wet tights and
leotard and being tied up and not seeing anything.
Unfortunately that feeling didn't last long. Panic set in,
very quickly. I was trying to hold my breath and fighting
against my ropes. However, I was having no luck. I didn't know
how close I was to the bottom. But if and when I hit bottom I
would probably die. At least with the heater on the water
wasn't cold. Strangely enough I was getting another hard on. I
finally hit the bottom. I hit stomach first. When I had first
hit the water I had lost all sensation of direction.
All of this must not have taken too long I still had a
little more breath left. I thought about just opening my mouth
and getting it over with. Nevertheless, with the tape over my
mouth and the tight hood over my mouth was almost waterproof.
They had planned this well, I thought they had really wanted me
to suffer. I was moving again. I couldn't figure out which way.
I was numb all over, most of my senses had shut down and I was
close to blacking out.
I felt someone slap my face and I sort of regained some of
my senses. I was breathing again, through my nose but I
couldn't get enough like that. No one was taking the tape of my
mouth. They had pulled me out of the pool just in time. They
knew what they were doing. I lay there for awhile, freezing
again. I was on my back with my hands and ankles still tied
together behind me. At least I was starting to breathe more
normally. I was waiting for them to untie me and laugh and make
fun of me but there was still only silence and stillness except
for my labored breathing.
Before I could even think about my experience someone was
helping me up. Actually they were picking me up. No walking
that meant no untying me. They were stronger than they looked
to be able to pick me up like they had. They struggled when
they were putting me down this time. I could here them
grunting. Then I was laying on my stomach with my legs still up
in the air with nothing supporting them. Someone untied the
rope between my hands and ankles and my feet dropped and landed
on what felt like a step on a stepladder. I was more or less
bent in half with my hands and feet still tied but not
together.
Now what I thought. Freezing and still not breathing right
I was laying somewhere with my but in the air. What ever my
stomach was on was slanted downward not enough for all my blood
to rush to my head just enough to be able to tell. I tried to
wrap my toes around the step my feet were on. However, with wet
tights on it's difficult to grip anything. I felt something
behind me. Here we go I thought. The snaps on the crotch of my
leotard were unsnapped. My tights were pulled down just enough
for the cold wind to hit my butthole. I was to cold to think
about getting an erection. In fact I thought I had drawn up
inside myself. Nothing was happening. Maybe this was their plan
to let me freeze to death. Not knowing exactly where I was I
didn't want to move too much.
Someone was still behind me but not doing anything.
Suddenly something happened. The worst pain I have ever
experienced. Something was ripping through my butthole and
going inside me. I could feel it all the way until it stopped.
Even though it felt greasy it still hurt like hell. Whatever it
was didn't move for what seemed like forever. My butthole and
inside me finally relaxed enough that the pain was gone but I
still felt full inside. Then I realized they must have stuck a
dildo up my butthole. I had heard that it hurts like hell at
first then gets better as your muscles relax. I must have
relaxed, my penis was coming out again for another visit.
Then it was moving in and out of my butthole. It hurt a
little. Not much, though. The faster it went in and out of me
it seemed to get bigger. I know I was getting bigger. I was
breathing harder again the longer the dildo was moving in and
out. I don't know which one of the girls was doing the dildo
but she was breathing harder than I was. Maybe it was strapped
to one of them and they were bringing themselves to an orgasm
also. One hard thrust and it went in deep and then I felt it.
Something wet was going inside me. With each thrust I could
feel more liquid squirt out. I was about to shoot off too until
whatever was in me pulled out. I still felt wet inside. It's
funny how I could feel it slowly coming back out. Not much, in
fact what I was feeling, was probably wiped off the dildo when
it came out.
Someone was still breathing hard as they leaned over right
next to me ear and told me, this is a present from your wife,
the voice whispered in my ear. Now you know how it feels to be
screwed. It was a man's voice. That had been a real dick going
in and out of my butt. Real sperm I felt inside me. What really
scared me was that I had liked it. My penis was still rock
hard. Who was it, Not knowing bothered me the most. I felt a
hand on my penis pulling it back between my legs and then
someone was pulling my tights back up. Then my leotard was
pulled back down and the crotch was snapped back tight. My
penis was further down between my legs now and it was going to
be more difficult trying not to shoot off. Moreover, the sperm
on my butthole was getting on my dick and making it slippery.
My legs were bent up again and tied to my hands. Here we
go again. What else do I get for her revenge on me? Another
drowning or another fucking in the ass. Then I knew. Somebody
gave me a push and I went sliding headfirst. I was on the slide
next to the pool and I was going to hit the water, now. I hit
headfirst and went straight to the bottom like a torpedo. I
must have landed on the bottom right where the pool slants down
to the deep end. When I touched bottom I immediately had an
orgasm. I guess that thrill of death got me again. It was just
as good as the last one. I think it lasted longer. While I was
coming inside my tights I was slipping down the slanted bottom
to the deep water. The more I struggled the faster I slid.
I was through shooting off but at least the water was
warming me up, again. Running out of breath laying on the
pool's bottom I waited for anything or anyone. It finally came.
Someone was cutting the rope between my hands and ankles. No
one was helping but my mind was still working enough to push
myself up to the top with my legs. My head came out of the
water and I took a deep breath through my nose. I though I
might have moved over into the shallow end but I went straight
back down to the bottom. With my ankles still tied and my hands
still tied behind my back I couldn't tread water so I knew I
was going to have to keep pushing off the bottom until I hit
the shallow water. I could just barely get enough air through
my nose to go back under and push back up again.
I don't know how long I had been doing that but I finally
hit the side of the pool. I missed the first couple of times
but I managed to catch the lip of the concrete with my chin.
There was about a one-inch lip about six feet down around the
pool so I could almost rest my feet. I didn't know where I was
in the pool so I tried to move myself around by pushing off
with my feet and catching the lip with my chin further around
the pool each time.
My wife was by my head and whispered to me that she knew
I'd be all right so they were going to eat. I think I could
hear the car start and drive off. I could feel I was alone now.
My dick was still hard even though I was in this situation. The
wet tights on the slippery liner of the pool made my feet lose
their hold and I'd go back down to the bottom of the pool and
have to start all over again. I was getting scared. They must
have turned all the lights out inside and outside of the pool
or someone would have seen them or me by now. I couldn't make
any noise because of the tape.
My feet slipped again and I went under only this time I
stayed under and pushed off the side under water. I came up
quickly after I stopped moving forward. My feet finally hit
bottom and my head was out of the water. Just barely but enough
so I could breathe through my nose. I didn't know which way to
go. The wrong way and I was back in deep water. I took a little
hop and hit the slanted part of the bottom again and down I
went. This time I followed the slant until it reached the flat
part of the deep end and gave one more good push. My face came
out of the water and I took air in through my nose and prepared
to go back under but my feet hit the bottom at just about the
same depth as before.
I found if I took little hops that I could feel along the
bottom with my toes even through the tights. I took the
smallest hops I could and finally felt my way to the more
shallow water. I reached the part where I could rest on my
knees and still breathe or stand up and be half out of the
water. But then I'd freeze to death so I just knelt. I had to
go under completely once in a while so my hood wouldn't freeze
to my face.
While I had been in the deep end and would slip I would
have an orgasm every once in a while. I didn't have much to
shoot out but the feeling sure was good. Now I was about to
have another one in the shallow end. I had been squeezing my
legs together without noticing and now I was about to shoot off
again. This one lasted longer and was good.
I didn't hear them come back but someone was lifting me up
by my arms and pulling me out of the pool. Nobody untied me
they just carried me inside the house and put me on the floor.
I was on my back and they pulled my hood up just over my mouth.
Pulling the tape off as fast as they could something else
replaced the tape. I could tell from the size it was the same
dick that had been up my butt. At least I was out of the water
so I sucked me until he came in my mouth. I evened tried to
swallow all of my sperm. Just as fast as he could he pulled out
of my mouth and a new piece of tape went over my lips locking
the taste of my sperm in my mouth. Then the hood was pulled
back down.
I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up I was in a bed
and the hood was gone but the tape was still there and so was
the rope around my feet and hands. I had another hard on. And
it got stiffer when I opened my eyes and saw Terri and Sharon
standing there in their tight little one-piece bathing suits.
"We're almost through with you and don't ask anything about who
else was here and we'll let you go before long. I nodded yes.
Then I must have fallen asleep again or passed out. When I
came to I was free but still had the tights and leotard on. The
crotch was still wet and sticky. I must have had fun but I wish
I could remember.