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Assignment Report From a Sub to a Dom
Recently I was instructed to go without panties and bra
for five days as an assignment and to provide daily reactions to
the dom on this assignment. The reports didn t seem to provoke
much response from him, though, so I thought I would share them
here and hopefully others will get some enjoyment out of them.
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Subj: THURSDAY
Date: 96-06-27 21:01:07 EDT
From: Anne350831
It was VERY hot and humid today, and I was extremely
self conscious without my panties. It was a constant battle to
not think about how accessible I was, that anyone could guide
his hand up my thigh and stroke my pussy, or simply gather my
dress and fuck me right there.
It was very hot in the office (we just moved to
different floor so I am still unpacking). Beads of sweat were
rolling down my back and the crack of my ass, which made me stop
and gasp, and also down my chest to my pussy. I was absolutely
squirming as the hot beads of water rolled slowly over my bare
pussy. Some were tracing the outside of my pussy lips, but
others rolled right between them, like a quick dart of a very
pointy tongue, sinking into my cunt.
Anne
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Subj: FRIDAY
Date: 96-06-28 21:12:34 EDT
From: Anne350831
I am listening to "Tante Na Na," a French Cajun Waltz
that invariably arouses me because I can envision the entire
dance from the initial overtures (where the man and woman waltz
toward each other like a folk dance, not touching, then retreat,
then repeat), then the middle section with very rapid and
haunting, waltzing spins, with the man gripping the woman
tightly, waltzing and spinning simultaneously, steering, totally
in control, followed by a very erotic climax.
I become deliciously tense with anticipation during the
overture, then am swept away during the spins. I can feel the
entire dance. The music, of course, makes me think about being
dommed. It excites me because the spinning is very powerful and
fast, and the man controls all of the movements. Once the
spinning begins, it builds in intensity and propels itself on
its own strength. At times, I can even see a slight dip, where
the man will loosen the slack slightly, causing the woman to
bend back slightly from the gravity of spinning, then pull her
closer again. It's dizzying and magical, like flying. The
movements must be completely in synch or the speed will cause
one to fall.
Anne
p.s. Of course, I am panti-less as my skirt rises over
my ass when I spin.
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Subj: SATURDAY
Date: 96-06-29 20:33:49 EDT
From: Anne350831
Oh my, it's been a very erotic day. I had a haircut
appointment this morning, and the stylist always gives me a
brief shoulder and neck massage.
Today however she was involved in a conversation with
someone else simultaneously, so I received this fabulous, long
massage while she was talking. I closed my eyes and imagined
that it was you, and I found this very erotic.
She started massaging my shoulders, which are muscular,
so she was kneading them very firmly in order to get a grasp on
them. It literally took my breath away, it felt so good. And I
was thinking about how, when you hold me by my collar, how
powerless I feel and how mesmerizing that is.
She then rubbed her thumbs between my shoulder blades.
Chills ran down my back. I was thinking about your thumbs
tracing their way down my spine, outlining my shoulders, and I
felt my pelvis squirming with anticipation.
She massaged my neck next, and at one point, distracted
by her conversation, paused with her hands resting on my
shoulders, but her fingers around my neck, and it felt just like
a collar. She was rubbing the sides of my neck very gently, and
little twinges of pleasure were dancing all the way down my
back. Then she grasped the back of my neck with one hand,
manipulating her thumb and middle finger, hard, and I felt a
flush of self consciousness, thinking how often I fantasize
about being held from behind by my neck or loosely by my hair,
and it was quite a turn on, thinking about that.
She massaged my scalp with some conditioning oil,
working from the back of my neck upwards, which pushed my head
forward, and I imagined you behind me, nudging me forward onto
my hands and knees. An errant drop of oil ran down the back of
my neck, and I imagined it was your tongue, licking it just
before you bit gently.
I was completely paralyzed by the sensations, I was so
aroused. It took all of my strength when it was over (and it was
very very long) to get up and walk over to the basins where they
wash the hair. (The rest of the haircut was uneventful.)
I ran errands all morning after that, thinking wanton
thoughts about you. I was thinking about my seat belt --
noticing how it rubbed against my bare breasts, and also how
aware I was of it as a restraint.
I was still fantasizing about the massage. I was
thinking about driving and being massaged by a pair of hands
from behind me. And I was fantasizing that, just when I
succumbed to that same state of powerlessness, the hands would
slip further down, caressing my nipples over my shirt, and
finally unbuttoning my blouse and massaging my bare breasts. And
my hands would be on the steering wheel, still driving, pinned
against my seat by the seatbelt.
In my fantasy, I was squirming with pleasure, my breasts
in ecstasy, when one of the hands fell to my lap, sliding under
my sundress to my bare cunt, massaging my vulva for a moment
while I groaned and slid down a little further in the seat. My
legs opened instinctively, and the hand opened its fingers like
flower petals, each finger finding a different target to provoke
and tantalize.
Well, by the time I reached home, I was literally
panting, my thighs wet with juice, and I experienced a glorious
orgasm (which you indicated was permissible on Saturday) almost
instantly when I stroked my clit moments after I arrived home.
Anne
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Subj: MONDAY
Date: 96-07-01 21:36:20 EDT
From: Anne350831
Dear Michael,
I have been replaying last night in my mind all day
today. I kept thinking about how I was kneeling, tethered with
the leash, sucking your cock, and you suddenly lifted my face to
kiss me slowly -- each time I thought about that, I found myself
incredibly turned on. It aroused me that you could be firm and
controlling, then tap into a gentle side of yourself, like the
rush of heat that comes from the caress after the spank, and not
the spank itself.
But I was also thinking about you and your urgent,
primitive side. I was fantasizing that I was kneeling in front
of a bed, bent over it, and you were right behind me, almost
straddling me from behind. You had affixed a leather leash to my
collar, and wrapped it around your hand several times, so there
was very little slack. You were sucking on my neck, where my
blouse pulled off my shoulder, your hands roaming underneath my
skirt (we were both still clothed) and pulling my blouse open to
expose my naked breasts underneath, my nipples aroused and hard.
I had my hands flat on the bed in front of me for
balance. You were pressed very close behind me, your movements
forward pushing me flat against the bed and then pulling me back
up by the leash. I felt your hand reach for my pussy, finding it
bare and moist, and I felt your lips curve against the back of
my neck, smiling.
You were completely in control; your fingers gently
stroked my clit until I was moaning and writhing, but still held
tightly by the leash in your hand. I felt your fingers caress my
cunt, grazing my lips deliciously with just the tips of your
fingertips, and I was in agony and ecstasy, so aroused, bucking
frantically and moaning as you fondled me and kissed me gently
everywhere.
Then your fingers became harder, probing deeper,
twisting, and I was panting, begging to be fucked. And you
fucked me right there, bent over the bed with my skirt hiked up
and your pants open. It seemed terribly nasty and urgent and
forbidden, fucking with our clothes on. You were right behind
me, pushing me forward until we were both almost face down on
the bed. You had one hand holding the leash and pulling me
close, and the other hand wrapped around me, controlling my
clit, making me insane with lust, while you fucked me with
short, fast strokes -- really the essence of just animal FUCKING
-- and it was glorious and sweaty and primitive. We both came in
violent orgasms, and I remember, at the end, you turned your
head and kissed me gently on the cheek, your hands stroking my
ass and my hips before you let me go.
Anne
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Subj: TUESDAY
Date: 96-07-02 21:04:13 EDT
From: Anne350831
This morning I was in a very boring training class and
my mind wandered for the entire three hours. I was sitting alone
at a table in the room and a guy walked in, late. I didn't look
at him; and I didn't know who he was. The room was very cold but
when he sat down, he sat extremely close to me, and I could feel
his body heat for the entire class.
So I was fantasizing about this guy to keep me
entertained. I was imagining that it was cold, and we were both
naked, feeling the heat of our bodies pressed together. The
whole fantasy was lovely and gentle and very soothing, caressing
and licking each other's bodies in slow motion, then finally
fucking in a graceful, slow rhythm. I thought about it all day,
and I enjoyed it tremendously.
Anne
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