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From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT)
Subject: {ASSM} TheRose m/f, d/s
Date: Thu,  9 Nov 2000 21:10:04 -0500
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups
is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or
post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2000. 
The rest of this series is posted at my site
http://www.egroups.com/group/MastrKink


The Rose

She closed her eyes and clenched them tight trying to find new ways to focus on
other thoughts to shut out the constant buzz in the air and the throbbing from
her skin as the artist continued her work.  The first needles had been the
worst since they went deeper to create the outline of the object. Now it was
just a continuing stinging sensation with an occasional pause as tattooist
stopped to blot up the blood  so she could see how to work

She had thought of this day for so long and wanted it despite the knot of fear
and excitement that formed this morning and only tightened as she entered the
studio and explained what she wanted done.

This was so unlike her.

She had always been such a good girl all her life.  She never did the
unexpected, had received the highest grades and never provided the least bit of
trouble to her family or friends. Finally, she had achieved it all; the huge
house, the wonderful children, the great career, the husband that adored her
and yet........and yet.......... there had been an emptiness that needed
fulfillment.

So her journey had begun late one night perusing the newsgroups until she found
herself drawn to a particular personal ad.  She had thought to just answer it
and ask a few questions to try and learn more about why it had attracted her.

That had been months ago and now she knew more about her desires and hungers
than ever before.  But she knew this was her destiny and there was no turning
the clock back.

So this tiny symbol was her quiet way of announcing to the world of what she
was. When she had read the letter in one of her mail lists, she knew it was a
perfect cover for her. A symbol of Domination/submission, yet cute enough that
most of her family and friends wouldn't think any more of it than she was just
having a mid-life crisis. After all, it was her name, wasn't it?

She closed her eyes and wondered how she would tell her husband tonight of what
she had done. She wasn't really worried, she knew that she could handle him
easily enough. The balance of power had shifted in their marriage and he
wouldn't make too big a fuss.

But how would she tell Him?

After all, she had signed a contract giving Him control over her body. What
would He say?  Would He be angry? After all, she was doing this in part for Him
to show her devotion and dedication to their relationship.

Rose decided that worrying now wouldn't solve things, she would handle it
later.

The days passed.  The scabs came and went, the healing process completed itself
until once again her skin was as perfect and smooth as before. Her husband had
fussed at first, Then delighted in the jealous looks he would probably receive
from the other husbands in their circle at the first gala at the country club,
when they could see what she sported on her shoulder now.

After months of waiting, the day had finally arrived to show her Master what
she had done. She had managed to keep this from Him all this time without
slipping. A minor miracle for her since He always managed to get the deepest
secrets out of her in no time.

But still, she was a little nervous as she walked through the lobby of the
hotel and entered the elevator.  Since she had dressed as instructed sans
underwear, her nipples grew hard against the soft silk of her blouse and she
could catch the men making swift glances at them. Too bad, she thought, they
belong to another.

Using the keycard that had been left for her downstairs, she let herself in the
room. Immediately, she begin to undress, folding her clothes neatly and placing
them in the corner near the door. She knew where he would be and yes, as always
he was sitting in a chair near the window. So she faced him as she did so,
wanting it to be surprise for him to notice her new adornment.

Then she knelt on the floor and waited for His command.

"Come over here, slave, I think we need to talk about what you've been keeping
from me these past few months."

Why did I ever think that I could keep a secret from Him?

So Rose slowly crawled across the room knowing how much He enjoyed watching her
ass sway and move as she did so.  She knew he could probably see the new
blemish on what had been a perfect sea of skin.  She would just have to face
the music.

"Turn around, slave and show me what you have done. And explain yourself,
please."

So she did feeling his eyes as they looked at her mark of submission forever
etched into her skin and explained why she had done this.  How it had seemed
appropriate for her to declare herself to the world and to show her devotion to
the man that had shown her the way.

She felt his fingers as they softly touched the beautiful rendering of a long
stemmed American Beauty rose, seeing the vibrant red and green in her mind as
they looked on her skin. Then felt His lips softly caress and kiss it.

"Yes, it is perfect for you, my dear. A rose for a Rose and what a perfect joke
on everyone you know."

"I do appreciate the thought and it is a perfect gift for me. But of course,
your body belonged to me and I didn't give you permission, did I?"

"No sir, and I'm ready to submit to whatever punishment you deem appropriate
for my disobedience."

"Then stand up and face the mirror."

Rose did as instructed and looked at herself standing naked in the middle of
the room, listening to the sound of leather against fabric as he undid his belt
buckle and slowly slid it through the loops of his trousers.

Crossing her arms in front of her breasts, she watched him behind her in the
mirror as He raise His arm back and then closed her eyes as she heard the swish
as the belt moved through the air.

And let the bliss begin.


MastrKink   
                     "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."

                         

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