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Subject: {ASSM} Repost: A Mommy's Torment, Pt. 7 
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 23:10:07 -0500
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This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior 
express written permission of the author. A work of fiction, meant for 
adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by 
stories with sexual content. Copyrighted by the author: MastrKink@yahoo.com.
More  of this story plus pics, movies and member's submissions at
http://www.egroups.com/group/MastrKink 

A Mommy's Torment, Pt. 7 

Sandra wondered once again as she always did, why she kept coming back for 
more. She had a good life and wonderful children, so why wasn't it enough? 
And why did she participate in these sick demented sexual activities? 
Because it made her feel alive was why. Something just for her pleasure 
instead of being at the beck and call of family and work. 

So as she pulled into the hotel parking lot, once again her breathing rate 
increased and she could feel the moistness begin in her crotch. 

She was dressed as her Master commanded; short skirt, simple tank top and no 
underwear. The little nipple loops that he had sent were on her turgid tips 
and she just knew everyone could see them as they poked through the thin 
material and jiggled with each step as she walked inside the hotel and 
started searching the lobby for her him. 

She found him sitting over in the corner, watching people as always and sat 
down as he commanded with a flick of his eyes. He was as polite as always, 
asking about her children and family. How was work? All those mundane 
events in her life that paled compared to the excitement she felt being in 
his presence and for the afternoon to come. 

Without a word, he stood and beckoned for her to follow him around the corner 
where it was more secluded. Then she noticed the dog leash in his hand and 
wondered what he was going to do with that. Quick as a flash, he lifted up 
her top and fastened the clip around the cord that ran between her nipples 
and she immediately felt the weight of the chain as it tugged on her hard 
nipples. 

With her top pulled back down and the leash balled up in their hands as he 
took hers in his, he started across the lobby towards the elevators. Sandra 
just knew that everyone could see what was going on and could see the tiny 
bit of bright metal chain that appeared at her waist, but still she made no 
sound, just followed her Master and felt the excitement build in her chest as 
it always did. 

Magically, the elevator arrived just as they did and the doors closed behind 
them, but not before a few young women entered. 

They looked like college kids, Sandra thought, and smiled as she remembered 
her school days and the innocence of her sexual experiences then. They'll 
learn! 

She felt rather than saw as he let go of the chain and it unraveled and 
pulled on her tits. Then he stepped a few feet away still holding the leather 
handle and pulling her top out from her body a bit. Out of the corner of her 
eye, she could see one of the girls' eyes go big as she realized where the 
leash led and what it might be fastened to. 

Without even looking at her, he spoke and told the young lady that, it was 
OK, go ahead and ask, she would show them where it led to if they wanted to. 

They giggled and stammered, but finally the most bold did just that and asked 
Sandra to show her where the chain led to. 

Don't ask, her Master stated, just tell her, "Show me, slave." 

The silence was deafening to Sandra and as if it came from a far away place, 
she heard the girl say just that, and without a thought, Sandra lifted her 
top so they could see her turgid nipples with their little cuffs and the 
leash snapped to the cord between them pulling on her tits. 

As the blush spread from her face down to her chest, they reached their floor 
and the door opened and without a backward glance, her Master pulled on the 
leash and walked out the door leaving behind three very shocked and 
thoughtful college girls with echoes of "oh, my gaaaaawd" behind them. 

They walked down the corridor and the doubts flooded Sandra once again about 
what she was doing, but she knew that she couldn't stop, this thrill was just 
too addictive. 

Once in the room he ordered her to strip. Removing the nipple cuffs, he 
fastened her slave collar around her neck and fastened the leash to that. 
Pulling out his favorite handcuffs, they went on her wrists with her hands 
behind her, ordering her to kneel on the floor while he called room service. 

He made the call, ordering up their lunch and asking how soon would it 
arrive. 

Then he took the leash in his hands and led her over to the closet on her 
knees. Clearing space for her inside, he got her situated on the floor and 
then wrapped the leash around the closet rod and took a seat continuing their 
conversation that started in the lobby. 

Time went by and then there was a knock on the door. He got up and closed 
the closet door almost shut, leaving it an inch or so open so she could see 
out and hopefully, no one could seen in very easily 

Sandra's heart hammered as she watched the waiter deliver the food and set 
the tray on the desk. He was oblivious to her presence in the room. The 
possibility of discovery was so frightening and yet exciting too. 

Once the waiter had left, her Master came over for her and once again led her 
across the room to her place beside him. She watched as he ate, taking the 
time to feed her as well and giving her little sips of water to wash it down 
with. Humiliating; yet so comforting as well since a Master should look 
after his property. 

Once he was done, he made her stand and told her to come over to the door and 
hold it open while he placed the tray outside. Without a thought, she backed 
up to the open door and held it there as he walked outside and placed their 
tray on the floor. 

It wasn't until the door was shut that Sandra realized that she had stood 
there where anyone could have seen her nakedness without a thought, only the 
desire to obey ringing through her mind. 

My submission is truly complete, she thought as he grabbed the leash once 
again and asked if she was ready for the afternoon's events. 

"Yes, Sir, I'm ready to obey." 

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

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