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Subject: {ASSM} Image Series 1 (Suki)
Date: Tue,  6 Feb 2001 22:10:05 -0500
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Image 1

  by Suki

 She hangs on the end of the cuffs, feet barely touching the floor,
sweat dripping off her tensed body.  The whip slides between her legs,
rubbing her over sensitized labia.  She flinches, and then moans as the
handle of the whip enters her.  The whip enters her  quickly, 4 or 5
strokes--then stops, and it pulled away.  She moans her frustration
through the black hood covering her face.

  Image 2

  by Suki

 He lay on the bed, unrestrained by anything but a voice.  A blindfold
lay loosely over his eyes.  His hands were tucked behind his  head, his
fingers intertwined.    "Just lay back and relax," the soft female voice
intoned.   "Feel everything I am doing and enjoy."  He felt something
sweet and sticky drip on his lips.  Honey.  Slowly the honey dripped a
path down his chest, over his nipples, and down to his male parts.  Soft
lips followed the trail of honey, kissing, licking, and sucking the
honey off of his body.  When they reached the end of the trail two small
hands joined the mouth, rubbing and brushing his balls. He moaned in
appreciation as her mouth took him in completely.

  Image 3

  by Suki

 She lays on the bed before him, completely naked.  Her long hair flows
out wildly on the pillows around her.   She stretches, and symbolically
crosses her wrists over her head.  Her eyes hold only love and trust and
she shyly gazes up at him, shifting to a posture that she deems
seductive, silently trying to encourage him. He stares down at her, his
lips curling in a half-smile.  Reaching out, he lightly brushes her
breasts.  She shivers and  her nipples immediately go erect.  He closes
his hand over both of her crossed wrists tightly, painfully until she
gasps, but does not move.  Releasing her he nods his approval.

  Image 4

  by Suki

 She shivers.
 Looking around her, she sees nothing.  She has drawn deep  within
herself in contemplation.  Her mind cautions her, telling her to be
careful.
What is no one notices?
What if no one cares?
Her body betrays her, taking her mind along with it.
Try it her body encourages, see what it will be like.
 She is silent.  Debating.
 She decides.
 And enters.


  Image 5

  By Suki

 He stands at the doorway looking into the darkened room. He did not
mean to intrude, but now that he has, he finds he cannot draw his eyes
away.
     She is lying on the bed, her eyes closed, her fingers working
slowly across her body.  She starts with her hands on her breasts,
teasing her nipples upright.  Then, cupping each breast in one hand, she
slowly circles her hands around the width, stopping occasionally to
pinch the nipples.  Gently, one hand slides down her body to her lips,
spreading them with her fingers.  Her eyes are still closed, and her
breathing intensifies.
    He holds his breath, fearing that his presence, if known,  would
break the spell. Now she has both hands in the lower regions of her
body, caressing
her outer lips with one hand while stroking herself from the inside with
the other.  A small gasp escapes her lips, and is quickly followed by
others as she ascends her plateau of pleasure.  He stares at her with
fascination, feeling as if he is witnessing something magical, something
he feels honored to see.  Never before has he experienced her self-love.

    Now that he has, he finds it beautiful and compelling.   She relaxes
and opens her eyes.  She gasps with surprise at  seeing him in the
doorway, then she smiles.  He steps through the doorway and shuts the
door behind him.

   Image 6

   by Suki

 She struggled against her restraints futilely, knowing full well he had
made sure she was stuck.  Her wrists were carefully tied with a
set of red, fuzzy restraints to the bike hooks on either side of the
door way at the top.  This forced her to stand on tiptoe, just barely
touching the floor.  The muscles in her legs tensed with strain, as she
pulled against the spreader-bar between her ankles.
 Her body glistened with sweat, and she moaned softly through the gag,
wishing that the blazing lights around the room were not quite as
bright, or as warm.  The cause of the her sweat and strain was obvious.
Two vibrators, carefully placed, were buried in her body.  They were
all the way inside of her, with only the caps and a quiet hum giving
them away  A thin leather strap held them in place, shaped very much
like a g-string, with ties on each side, with a narrow band going up the
back of her bottom.
 She wiggled more, trying to get satisfaction from the vibrators, in her
over-sensitized body.  She had been there for only 15 minutes,
but she could not tell.  She had no clock to judge by, and no idea when
he'd be back.

  Image 7

  by Suki

 He comes up behind her at her desk at work.  She jumps, startled, as
his hands come down hard on her shoulders.  His body blocks the view
from the outside of her desk walls.  She looks up at him, smiles,
and     continues her phone conversation with the customer.  His hands
shift,
one tightening on the nape of her neck, the other reaching down her
sweater--cupping her breast and squeezing hard.  She gasps softly into
the phone.  The customer asks her if she is OK.  Breathless, she murmurs
her reply.
 His hand wanders now.  Pulling her skirt up around her waist, slipping
a hand into her undergarments.  She covers the phone with
one hand and hisses at him to stop.  He rewards this with a sharp pinch
on her clit.   The customer rambles on. Responding to his manipulations,

she leans back in her chair, still trying to speak normally to the
customer.  He smiles evilly behind her back, quickly pulls away, and
departs, leaving her frantically trying to straighten her clothes.

  Image 8

  by Suki

 It's blistering hot outside.  A dry heat, the kind that makes you want
to spend the day in your bathtub.  She stands on the porch, spraying
herself with a mist bottle.  Dressed in only shorts and a tank top, she
still cannot believe the intensity of the heat.  She sprays the mist
bottle over her body, feeling the water run down her chest, and over her
legs.  It feels good.  She contemplates, deciding whether to walk down
to the lake near the cabin, or just lay in the hammock in  the shade of
the trees.  The  hammock wins.
 It's their new toy.  A large cloth hammock  tied perfectly to four
large trees.  It is even big enough to fit two, if they wish.  Settling
herself in, she falls a sleep.

  ~*~

 He saw her decide on the hammock,, and then fall asleep.  'Perfect' he
thinks, grinning to himself.  He's been meaning to treat her to some
outdoor fun for a while.  Quietly, he gathers up a few ties,  and a
glass of ice water, then stalks up behind the hammock.
 She sleeps heavily, even in this heat, so it is not difficult to  tie
her arms and legs to the four corners of the hammock.  She awakens, and
sleepily looks at her arms and legs, and then gives him that 'not fully
awake smile' of hers.  He will awaken her quickly enough.

 Gently, he tugs her shirt over her head, leaving it tangled in  her
arms.  He similarly removes the shorts, sliding them down as far  as
possible without having to untie her.  The hammock swings gently with
his movements.  She is almost awake now.   From behind her line of
vision, he reaches for an ice cube out
of the glass of water.  Her scream of shock, as he applies it to her
skin makes him smile.  Thank goodness they do not have any close
neighbors.  He moves the ice cube down and around her body, making sure
to hit  all of the sensitive spots.  He enjoys her squirming, as she
tries  unsuccessfully to move away.

 Her nipples are rock hard now, from the ice and cold.  He moves his
mouth over one, then the other, nipping at them until she is moaning
softly.  She still hasn't seen his other toy.  A paddle, wooden, covered
with leather  appears in his other hand.  He is not sure how it will
work, but her  bottom is the lowest to the ground in the hammock.  She
sees it, and looks  puzzled, wondering how he is going to use it with
her tied stomach up.  She doesn't wonder long.

 Standing back, he swings the hammock, rocking her back and forth,
until she is making a satisfactory arc to the ground.  Then he aims,
and  *WHACK*  He strikes her bottom though the cloth of the hammock..
The  force of the  paddle adds strength to the swing, so she swings back
to almost the same spot.  *WHACK*  swing  *WHACK*  swing  He gathers
rhythm  now, using the momentum of the hammock to even out his swing.
She  is moaning, and then crying out, as the sting becomes stronger and
stronger on her backside.



  Image 9

  by Suki

 She stands in front of him, head held high, eyes forward.  She  does
not move, she knows it is not allowed.  He sips the drink in his  hand
and casually looks away, out the window, staring into space.  Another
enters the room and kneels before him holding a drink.  He reaches out
and takes the drink, placing the empty glass in her hands.  Then he
shifts forward and lightly strokes her silky hair.  He motions to the
standing woman, just a quick stroke of the  wrist, and instantly she
kneels down, arching her back as she reaches  around and takes her
ankles in her hands.  Idly, he contemplates  what he has, and thanks the
circumstances that brought them about.


   Image 10

   by Suki

  It was her first time, her first experience.  They were strangers,
her and them.  They had met by an advertisement in the local paper.
"Couple  seeking new experiences.  Looking for a third to share good
times."  She had responded, mailing them a letter, and then talking on
the  phone for the last week or so.  Now here they were.  In a hotel
room, feeling  uncomfortable.  She had had two glasses of wine with
dinner, but that had  done little more than take the edge off.   Now, as
she looked around the room she felt emotions pouring though  her.
Excitement, fear, an admitted feeling of shame, warmth, she could not
even name all of them.  She was not going to back out.  The feelings of
wanting to experience another woman were too strong.  It would be a
night  to remember, no matter what happened.




--
Suki@fish.com
Bi, switch, tease, but mostly uppity bottom.
Interested in my writing?  It's available at
http://209.227.210.150/frame2c.htm

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