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Subject: {ASSM} "Anything You Ask" 2/2 by Desdmona {Fdom, cons, anal)
Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2000 05:10:03 -0400
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If you're not suppose to be reading this then DON'T!!
Anything You Ask, Part 2
by Desdmona
Copyright Sept 2000
Kathleen looked around the room. She had managed to place candles on every
flat surface. She didn't relish the sound of a smoke detector interrupting
her plans, so she purposefully found smokeless and dripless candles in
different sizes with guaranteed long-burning wicks. She smiled with the
double entendre - a long-burning wick was going to be one of the themes for
the evening. The flickering flames grew and retreated, eerily reflecting on
the walls. It was just dark enough to suggest a dungeon-like atmosphere.
When Kathleen heard the car door slam, she jumped. She was edgily excited.
The tingling that had been flitting around in her stomach spread through her
system. She watched Steven trudge up the walkway. She knew he would be tired,
counted on it, in fact. It would lower his normal defenses.
Steven opened the door and his eyes were immediately drawn to her. Kathleen
stood with delicate layers of diaphanous chiffon billowing out around her.
When she walked toward him, it clung seductively to her curves. She
exaggerated the swing of her hip, causing the fabric to hitch and form a
perfect "Y" at the juncture of her thighs. Even though she was covered from
the neck down, her entire form was visible. Kathleen watched his pupils
dilate as she sidled up to him.
"Hello, Steven!"
"Kathleen." He could barely rasp out her name as he visibly swallowed.
Kathleen felt the seed of power blooming inside of her. It took root and
sprouted throughout her body. Confidence seeped from her pores.
"Steven, I have plans for you tonight."
"Huh?"
Kathleen pushed her face up to his, so close that his ragged, warm breath
tickled her nose. She read his eyes as they sparked with arousal and watched
as awareness blinked over them.
"Strip, Steven!" She kept her voice low but firm.
"Here? Now?"
"Strip, Steven!"
She remained close to him. The frothy chiffon fluttered around them as he
fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, and jerked the hem out of his pants in
one hurried motion. He kicked off his shoes while unbuckling his belt. He
unzipped his pants as he pulled them down over his legs. He was naked within
seconds.
Kathleen slowly let her eyes drop to his jutting penis. The smooth,
mushroomed head bobbed and caught the chiffon. Her hand slipped over the
shaft, letting her palm press against the tip, and he groaned in
satisfaction.
"Steven, did you do masturbate last night?"
"Yesssssss!"
"Did you do it over a mirror?"
"Oh, god! Yes, I did, Mistress."
"Did you write my name in the results?"
"I did, I really did. It made me want you so much, Kathleen."
"Did you use one of the toys?"
"Uh ..."
"Steven?"
"Damn, Kathleen. I was nearly blue-balled as it was. By the time I got the
mirror I was aching. I couldn't stand to wait anymore."
"So, you didn't do what I told you to do?" She let her hand surround his
penis and she tightened her hold.
"Yes, I did! Well most of it anyway."
"I gave specific demands, Steven." She pulled on his cock and squeezed even
tighter.
"Oh, god!"
"Follow me!"
She gave him no choice. She pulled him along by his penis. Not roughly, but
firmly. Firm enough that he stumbled. She only held on tighter. She led them
to their bedroom. The room was illuminated in the same way as the living
room.
Steven saw the silk scarves attached to the posts of the bed, immediately.
"What are you doing, Kath?"
"Kath?"
"Mistress! I mean Mistress!"
"I'm punishing you for not following my instructions! Lay on the bed!"
Steven complied. He did it so easily, Kathleen was surprised. She wondered at
it as she secured both wrists. She smiled at it when his acquiescence allowed
her to secure both ankles. She marveled at it when she stood and looked down
at him, spread-eagled, nude on their bed. And she laughed at it when he
demanded to know where she was going when she slipped from the room.
Kathleen could hear him yelling her name and demanding to be released as she
prepared the henna. The concept of Mehendi, or applying a henna tattoo on
Steven was exciting. If asked, she couldn't give a direct answer why it was
so exciting, but it was. Maybe it was the idea she was leaving her mark on
him. Or that it would be a secret between the two of them. She liked thinking
of him at work, all dressed up, while lurking underneath on his bare skin was
remembrance marks of this evening, marks that if done correctly would last a
week or more. Or maybe, the excitement bubbled up because of what she planned
to do while the henna dried for several hours. She actually trembled as she
walked back into the bedroom.
"Kathleen, goddamn it! Let me up!"
"I suggest you don't pull so tightly on the scarves, Steven. I practiced that
slip knot and I know the more you pull, the tighter they'll get."
"I don't think this is funny, Kathleen."
"Neither do I Steven. Well, that's not entirely true. I do find a little
humor in it. You let me tie you up so easily. I'm beginning to think you do
mean you'll do anything!"
"I ... I do mean it!"
"Good. Then the rest of the evening should go by without a hitch."
"What are you going to do? What is that? Is that cake frosting?"
Kathleen smiled. What a terrific idea! She would let Steven think it was
chocolate frosting. By the time she told him what it really was, it would be
too late.
"Um-huh"
"Hmmm, are you going to lick it off me once you put it on?"
Kathleen ignored his question and his silly grin. She casually sat down on
the side of the bed and scooted next to him.
"I've decided, Steven, that if I outline your nipples, then you won't have
trouble finding them when it's time for the nipple clamps."
Kathleen squeezed the henna paste out in a fine line that circled each
areola. His nipple buds hardened to marbled tips with the stimulation. She
stopped briefly and pinched. His body shivered.
"Steven, you've got such sensitive nipples! I didn't know!"
She continued surrounding the areola in graduating thin-lined circles until
the last circle was an inch and a half away from the ridge. Each nipple
looked like a target. His nipples had relaxed, so she used her fingernails to
pinch the tips. They beaded up immediately.
"Now, don't move, Steven. I don't want it to smear."
Kathleen bent over Steven's stomach and reached for his penis. It was
semi-hard. When she touched him, it lurched into her hand like a magnet to
metal. She had wanted to apply the henna to his aroused penis, but she
realized keeping it hard long enough for the paste to dry would be tough.
Instead, she would have to be satisfied with a mark of ownership applied
artistically above it. She wrote "Kathleen's Slave" in calligraphy script
just beneath his belly button.
"What does it say?"
"It says, 'Kathleen's Slave'. Are you my slave, Steven?"
"I'm lying here restrained, butt naked, with chocolate icing on me. I'd say I
must be."
"Say it, then!"
"I'm your slave, Mistress!"
"Tell me what you'll do for me."
"I'll do anything you ask. Anything!"
"Lie perfectly still until I get back, Steven!"
"Where are you ..."
"Shhh. I'll be back!"
Kathleen stored the henna supplies, thinking that she just might like to see
the tables turned some time. Oh yes, power was a wonderful aphrodisiac, but
submitting might have its rewards as well. She searched around his suitcase
for the items he had bought at the sex store. She found them still packaged,
neatly hidden in his underwear. Wasn't that cute? Minutes slipped into an
hour before she returned to find Steven asleep on the bed. She didn't mind
that he took a little nap. It had kept him still, and it might give him a
little energy.
The henna was hardening and starting to crust, as it was suppose to do. His
cock had remained more awake than he had, she noticed, as it twitched in
semi-erect form.
She pinched his nipples, stiffly between her fingernails. He startled awake.
He tried to reach and remembered he was bound.
"Time to wake up, Steven!"
"God, I was having a great erotic dream."
She flipped his cock, and said, "It showed! But now you have work to do!"
Kathleen stood beside the head of the bed, looking ethereal in the delicate
material, the dancing candles behind her outlining her form. She closed her
eyes and let her hands roam up her stomach. She cupped each breast, forcing
the chiffon taut. Her rouge nipples poked at the flimsy material. She trailed
her fingers downward and slipped a hand between her legs. It came away wet.
The thin material was no boundary for the moisture that had been building all
day.
She opened her eyes to find she had Steven's total attention. His eyes
widened and locked with hers. Small beads of perspiration were forming on his
forehead. She put her fingers to his nose.
"Smell me, Steven!"
He closed his eyes and inhaled, moaning his delight.
"Watch me, Steven!"
He did as she fluidly lifted the chiffon up and over her head. And he watched
as she gingerly stepped up on the bed. He watched as she carefully lifted a
leg to straddle him, and he watched as she delicately lowered herself over
his mouth.
"Taste me, Steven!"
Kathleen slid easily onto his opened mouth; she felt his tongue flatten out
and her clitoris bulbed outward to meet it. She ground her labia against his
lips and even his teeth, forcing his mouth open as far as it would go. His
nose burrowed into her folds, and she greedily mashed against it. He mumbled
against her crotch and the vibration spiraled to her toes. The climax came
quickly. She held herself rigid as it burst through her. Tiny aftershocks
forced their way out. Steven waited. And then began to lick. He licked
eagerly. He licked hungrily. He lapped at her as if trying to quell an
unquenchable thirst. She shuddered again and nearly collapsed against him.
And when she finally lifted herself off, she did collapse against the bed.
"Let me up, Kathleen, I need up!"
She looked at him. His face was wet with her, and his skin was flushed. The
tendons in his neck were bulging. His fists were clenched, his chest muscles
tight. His penis stood straight up with trickles of moisture bubbling down
the shaft. His balls were rigid.
"You are up, darling!"
"Damn it Kathleen, I need up!"
"Not yet, Steven, not yet!"
"You're going to kill me!"
"What a way to die, though!"
Kathleen stood up. She reached for the nipple clamps and butt plug that
Steven had bought. She had taken the time to remove them from their packages
earlier. Now she began to fondle them, turning them over and over in her
hands, almost maniacally.
She could see the slight panic begin to rise in Steven's face.
"What are you thinking, Kathleen?"
She didn't answer him. Instead she held up the nipple clamps. The clamp for
each nipple was made with two slim bars that resembled a pair of tweezers
with rubber covers over the tips. Once in place, there was an adjustable ring
that could slide up the bars to tighten the clamp. An eight-inch chain
connected the clamps.
"Kathleen?"
Kathleen dangled the chain over him. She swung it like a pendulum, back and
forth. She brushed away what was left of the dried henna, and loved the
reddish brown stain that circled his areola. The new discovery that he had
such sensitive nipples would work to her advantage. She pinched up the tips
again and then put the first clamp on the raised nub. She slipped up the ring
to tighten it in place. Steven bucked up off the bed, pulling on the scarves.
"Oh my god, Kathleen!"
She ignored him and clamped the other nipple. She tightened the second ring.
His nipples were caught tightly between the bars.
"Please, oh god, please Mistress!"
"Please what?"
"Oh geez, I don't know, oh god, Kath!"
Steven was fighting for air. His body was covered with sweat. Kathleen wasn't
sure if he was begging for more or begging for less. She picked up the butt
plug and began to fondle it in her hands again. Kathleen and Steven had
dabbled in anal play on occasion, with fingers and tongues. But this plug was
a little bigger than that. It was completely made of rubber with rounded
edges that formed a cone and a lip around the outside edge that would keep
the plug in place.
Kathleen purposefully grabbed some oil and began to rub it on the plug like
she was masturbating it. Steven went still. His face was beet red.
"Oh no, Kathleen, please, Please don't, please?"
"You said 'anything,' Steven."
"Oh god."
Kathleen climbed up in between Steven's open legs.
"PLEASE!"
She continued to rub the plug with oil until it was completely covered.
"Mistress, Kathleen ... oh god!"
She got up on her knees and pressed her outer thighs against his inner ones,
His strength was ebbing so she was able to force his legs open a little
further. Steven watched with horrid fascination. He watched until her hand
disappeared between his legs. Her oil-slicked hand ignored his rigid penis
and slipped greasily over his balls. She reached further, probed deeper until
she touched the crinkled entrance to his ass. She teased it gently with her
fingertip, and then slowly pressed against the hole. Her finger popped in,
and she held it still. She felt his pulse drumming inside of him.
"Oh Kath, oh Kath, oh Kath!"
She slowly moved her finger around and around. She felt his sphincter loosen
as he relaxed. The heat of him kept the oil liquid and slippery. Gradually
his opening enlarged. Kathleen deftly switched the plug for her finger.
"I ... I can't take it Kathleen! It feels too good, it feels too good!"
But he did take it. She inserted the tip of the plug inside of him and
waited. His hips were undulating against the bed. His penis drooled in its
euphoria. She pushed it further. And waited.
"Kath!"
She pushed it all the way. His asshole closed quickly around the lip of the
plug, holding it in. The muscles in his ass cheeks clenched. He pressed his
butt against the bed, and rotated his hips.
Kathleen sensed he was past the point of caring what he was doing, past
knowing anything. He needed. He wanted. He jerked his hands and his legs. She
watched the scarves tighten around his wrists and ankles. He jerked again,
and with a primal roar, wood cracked and splintered as the bedposts
disintegrated. He was on her in an instant. His hands were viciously greedy
as he flipped her to her back.
There were no soft, cooing love words. It was primal and raw. He lifted her
legs around his waist and pummeled her. Kathleen felt his cock thicken, felt
the head explode and felt the fluid baste the inside of her womb. His orgasm
torpedoed into her vagina, and she welcomed it. She had never felt so full.
She pulled him tighter. His spasms rocked inside of her and, like a chain
reaction, jolted her into climax. It was one continuous orgasm that started
in him and ended in her.
He collapsed on top of her. Their bodies were slick with sweat and sex.
Kathleen gulped for air. Her chest burned with the lack of it. She couldn't
talk, couldn't move, couldn't do anything except pray for breath.
Steven rolled off her in one solid motion like a dead man. His hands flailed
above his head. His breathing was just as serrated as hers, as if they were
swallowing air jagged with spikes.
Her body shuddered with goose bumps. She rolled to her side to look at him.
His head slumped towards her, and with love-drugged eyes, he smiled. She
smugly flopped over to her stomach, and the bed crumpled to the floor,
beneath them.
"Oh my god, Steven, YOU BROKE THE BED!"
He raised his head, looked around at the damage, and with pure male ego said:
"Kath, I told you I would do anything for you!"
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Anything You Ask, Part 2 of 2
by Desdmona
Copyright Sept 2000
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