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Subject: {ASSM} You knew I would all the time. (M/F ROM light BDSM)
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 21:10:01 -0500
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Please accept my second submission
Enjoy, give credit to my daft wading in the mire of a strange subconsciousness
and try not to sluice off from these brackish waters to other altered
uncredited versions of this.
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You knew I would all the time.
She shivered in his arms as he ran a finger down her breastbone, glancing down
at the torn fabric of her velvet dress.
"Thank you, for bringing me back," she whispered happily, as the horse trotted
round a bend in the path to reveal the broad blue expanse of a familiar lake .
"You knew I would."
"All the time."
She wiggled from his arms, slipping from the horse. He let her slide down,
unimpeded. Her eyes sparkled as she turned, running towards the lake. She slid
her dress off as she ran, almost tripping over the loose fabrics. The sun
warmed her body as she stripped off her petticoat. She slipped off her shoes
and ran into the water. She dived beneath the surface, the splash causing two
swans to start back in alarm hissing.
She swam out to old Pete's boat, her head just above the surface, her breast
just below the water. The elderly fisherman laid down his line, puffing on his
pipe and gazing at her reflectively, before she turned shyly away to slip again
below the surface. Shrugging his shoulders, he resumed his contemplation of
the lake accepting that he'd not catch a prettier fish that day.
She returned to the shore, feeling the sun beat down on her wet body. She
found blankets laid out there and a picnic basket that was almost bursting at
the seams, full of delicious fruit, freshly washed, their skins dripping like
hers and drying as the sun beat down on the naked flesh. She grabbed an apple,
taking a bite, chewing the sweet fruit, grumbling to herself appreciatively.
He sat and contemplated her pleasure as she took another bite. A warm hand
slid against her hip and looking up, she covered his hand with hers. A
wandering finger roamed up the inside of her thigh where goose flesh formed
promptly. She shivered again as he caressed her carefully, almost
proprietorially, before sliding up over her exposed belly.
Four eyes watch this juncture of flesh, as cool damp flesh was rubbed and the
tenderness was squeezed from her, even as she had taken the tender juice of the
fruits.
Sitting up slowly, she kissed him, murmuring: "I have missed you so much."
And the sun smiled warmly on both of them and their pleasures. Taking a
further bite of the apple she chewed thoughtfully as he lay back by her side,
closing his eyes in the sun, tired, but relaxed with his pet next to him. She
caressed his face with the backs of her fingers and he pulled her down next to
him in a gentle bear hug
"I think, my love....."
"Yes, Sir?" she whispered.
"I think that you begin to learn what I desire of you."
"Yes."
He pulled her onto him. She watched her shadow fall over his face as she slid
her legs over his hips. She reached down to unbutton his breeches and gasped
as he slipped into her carefully, yet powerfully, without any further
preparation. She was ready though, ready to moan, her.neck arching as his
hands ran down her back. She gazed down at him with eyes half closed, as his
palms pressed against her soft behind, slapping at her flanks playfully. Her
hips moved slowly, squeezing and pressing back as he held her to him. Her hips
rotated and muscles tightened as he let her waters sluice around his pole, like
the waters of a slowly opening lock.
He groaned as she moved up slowly, his lips reaching up to kiss her perky
nipples. She slid her body high then came down with a little force, moaning as
his mouth touched her nipples. Her body tightened and he clenched in response.
Her hips continued their journey up and down, grinding against him as he let
her rock above him - he the ocean and she the tossing boat.
She :moaned again as she slid up and then down to feel every inch of him deep
inside her body and more as his finger pressed into her bottom. Her breath
became shallow as his fingers pressed against the smaller entrance. She lay on
him, squashing her breasts against his chest before beginning to move faster
against him. Her nipples poked against his chest, but her moans turn to
squeals as she found herself capsized, under his driving body as he pulled her
under him to take full control of their lovemaking.
Her eyes locked with his as he pounded into the offered flesh. Her hips lifted
to meet his thrusts and their love making becomes fucking, giving rise to
rhythmic, animalistic sensations. He pressed into her. Her hips bucked hard
against him. She whimpered as he reached high into her cervix, her body on
fire as he fucked up into her womb, and she begged to come. He lifted her off
the blanket and up into his arms, letting gravity press her down as he murmured
to her:
"Come now, my pet...........come now."
Her back arched as she screamed out and his seed jetted into her. Meanwhile,
his fingers pulled apart the cleft of her bottom. Her body jerked, tightening
the aperture of her sex around him. She hung her head down, leaving her neck
exposed and her hair almost trailing the still damp ground.
He pulled her up and just before his lips engaged with hers, mouthed: "Who do
you belong to pet?"
"You," she whimpered, as he released her lips."You, Master."
A smile spread slowly across his face as he lay her down. He let his cock
slowly shrink within her still
throbbing body.
"I do not wish to leave you again, Master," she said earnestly, watching him
though passion filled eyes.
"I do not wish you to leave again, pet."
She looked unsure of his words and even more so when he begins to murmur:
"Soumise étendu sur mon lit, je commence à écrire sur tes fesses, une missive
que doit lire la femme, surtout pour nourrire son ame, afin de préserver notre
intimité et proteger de son impétuosité, le jardin secret que nous avons
exploré et qu'il me plaira bientot d'approfondir si je suis guardien de tes
secret désirs."
"Do not doubt me, pet."
She frowned, trying to understand what he is saying.
"I will translate it for you in time."
"Oui, Maitre."
He clipped her leash onto her collar and led her back to the horse and the many
pleasures of his chateau that awaited them. She glanced around the park, eyes
wide, for she had never seen anything so beautiful.
"It is but the reflection of your beauty."
"Oui, Maitre," she blushed as he lifted her onto his horse.
He stood below her, before taking the reins to lead her and the horse over the
moat, through the gateway and into the courtyard. Her eyes never left him. She
watched his every move until he lifted her down from the horse and carried her
up the stairway, through the main hall where last she set foot in his domain
proper.. Her face is buried in his neck, her arms wrapped around his shoulders
as he took the marbled staircase two steps at a time, before pausing by the
balustrade at the top.
He strode along the main corridor, so brightly lit, past so many portraits and
mirrors reflecting her happiness and his delight. Her eyes were closed as she
listened to his heart beat He halted and pushed open the large heavy door
and carried her into the Master chambers. Her head lifted as she glanced
around these luxurious quarters
"Master?" she whispered.
"Yes, pet?" he responded, laying her down on the rug. She smiled but said
nothing.
"Make yourself, comfortable, pet."
"Yes, Master."
"You will sleep leashed to my bolster this night."
"Yes Master."
"When you lie on my bed, submissive dear, I'll start to write upon your rear,"
She giggled and responded, unexpectedly: "A letter that a woman should read,
especially with her soul to feed."
"Indeed, pet," he commented dryly, hiding his surprise well."To preserve our
intimacy, protecting from impetuosity, the secret garden we've explored."
"That it will please you soon to deepen," she smiled, feeling at one with him
now. "If your secret desires are in my keeping?"
"You knew all the time," he laughed.
"Knew what?"She teased.
"The french."
She nodded in a rather self satisfied manner as he disappeared out of sight
into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the taps, letting the warm aroma of
the herbal bath penetrate the room. She stood in the middle of the floor of
the chambers, letting her dress slide again to her feet. She was glancing down
at the velvet fabric draped around her feet as he re-emerged naked and
beckoning her into the steamy mist.
"Oh, yes, Master," she giggled, walking towards him into the warm damp room. "I
know how.... too.
"How to what?"
"French, Master," she sighed, breathing in the refreshing aromas, combining
with his musky scent, before kneeling down before him. "You knew I would."
"All the time," he laughed gently, pressing her head down to his waiting
excitement, as the door closed upon them both.
DaftWader
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