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Date: Tue,  6 Feb 2001 22:10:07 -0500
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  Image 11

  by Suki

 Nervously, she glances around the coffee shop.  Not seeing him she
sighed, and buried her nose back into her book.  She becomes engrossed
with
the novel, and doesn't notice him slip in the door.    It only takes him
a second to spot her.  After all of their communications he knows what
her spirit should look like.  Plus she told him she would be wearing
black.  She is dressed conservatively but there is an aura of  sexuality
surrounding her.  He knows.

Image 12

by Suki

 He was tied to the four corners of the bed with wide brown strips of
strong leather.  Satisfied with her handiwork, she stood up, and
flashed him a "cat ate the canary" grin.  He studied her, his eyes
clearly full of lust.  Then she lowered the lights and moved toward the
bed.
Teasingly she ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his
muscles tensing in anticipation.  She reached lower, tracing her nails
over his thighs.  Shuddering, he breathed out a loud sigh....

  Image 13

  by Suki

 In fury, she storms in the house and throws down her coat.  It's been a
rotten, miserable day.  Everything went wrong today, it seems.  Her
machine
crashed 3 times and her boss was breathing down her neck.  To top it
off, her lunch date with a good friend was broken due to some work
emergency.  Stomping into her room she slams the door, taking pleasure
in hearing it crash with the door frame.

 A bath, she muses, that's what I need to make me feel better.  She
walks into the bathroom and turns on the water, making sure that it is
extremely hot, before returning to the bedroom.  Carelessly, she flings
off her cloths, dropping them on the floor around her.  Then she returns
to the bathroom and slides into the hot water.  Swirling around her, the
water caresses, relaxing her muscles and mind.  She floats off, into a
dream state, only half conscious of the world around her.  The cooling
water brings her back to reality and she slowly draws herself out of the
bath.  She shivers in the cold air, and quickly towels dry.  Then,
rehanging the towel, she walks back into the bedroom nude.

"Freeze!" comes the sharp command from the bedroom door.  Instinctively
she stops, and then turns toward the door.  He is standing there, a
menacing grin on his face.  He gestures toward the clothing.

"Messy, messy my dear, that's going to cost you.  And you call that not
moving?  Another point."
 She looks at him for a moment and then smiles.

"Well, in that case, I'll just have to pay it later, won't I?" She turns
toward the mirror to comb her hair.
 With one quick step he is behind her; he pins her hands behind her
head.  She gasps, surprised by his quick movement, and instantly starts
to struggle.
"I was thinking more of paying it now," he growls. "Down!"

 She squeals, as he tightens his grasp on her wrists and forces her down
on her knees.  She knows what he wants, but she looks at him
questioningly.
"With your teeth of course, my dear."

 She struggles with the buttons, but finally manages to undo them. The
underwear are harder.  He helps her, cautioning that it is the last
help she is going to get.  He is not completely hard, making it easier
for her to deep throat him.  Enjoying the feeling, she wraps her lips
around his shaft.  Her tongue swirls around his hardness, reaching
almost into his pubic hair.    With a soft grunt of appreciation he
drops her hands and grabs her hair, twisting his fingers in it to guide
her head. Her fingers slide down to help her mouth, one curling around
his balls, the other gripping his shaft to slide with her mouth.  She
begins to moan softly.  The vibrations of her moans and the movement of
her hands and mouth get to him, and he cums, spurting
deeply into her throat.  She swallows, surpressing the gag reaction, and
continues to stroke him until he pulls away.

"Very good my dear," he whispers, "for that maybe I will forget about
some of those points.  Then again, maybe I won't."
 Reaching up, he pulls two colored leather cords off of the epaulettes
on his shoulder.  Cords he has brought specifically for
this purpose.  One is blue, the other-black.  He grabs her arms, then
resecures them over her head  to a ring in the wall.  Then teasingly, he
draws the black cord under and around her.  The cord is pulled up
further so it is taut against her lips and bottom.  She moans, and rubs
against it.


  Image 15

  by Suki

 His tongue trailed slow, languid paths down her body, teasing her
nipples erect, then moving down to her thighs.  He deliberately avoided
the cleft between her thighs, despite her attempts to wiggle closer to
him.  She could not wiggle far, do to the shackles forcing her wrists to
the edge of the door frame, and the spreader bar between her legs.
Smiling, he licked the edge of the nipple clips, and applied them to her
body.  Her eyes followed his every movement, and her body leaned toward
him in lust.....


 Image 16

 by Suki

 She leans over in the car, and playfully nips at his ear, enjoying the
quiet moan as he expels his breath.  She stretches further, sticking her
tongue out like a small snake, darting it into his ear.  The tongue
movesdown, touching the back and sides of his neck just below the
hairline.  He moans louder now, finding it difficult to concentrate on
his driving. He almost causes an accident as her hand snakes into his
lap to squeezehis erection.  Deftly she unzips his pants and slides her
hand under his BVD's.  She squeezes gently, loving the texture of his
skin, gently fondling his balls.


  Image 18

  by Suki

The test.

 She handed him the bottles carefully, giving him a stern look and
warning him not to drop them.  He looked them over.  They were perfume
bottles, each containing a slightly different scent.  He looked back at
her questioningly.

"This is a test," she said "to see how attuned you are to my body. An
hour ago I sprayed a little bit of each perfume on five different parts
of my body.  You have to tell me where they are, and which one is
which.  And you will be blindfolded."

"For each wrong answer" she continued "you will be punished.  For each
correct answer you will be rewarded.  Understand?"

"Yes mistress."



  Image 19

  by Suki

The test.

 She stretched out before him, laying comfortable on the bed.  She was
naked and looked as if she had just come out of the bath.  He stood
above her, grinning wickedly, holding a sack of something.

"What do you have there?" she asked.  "You look like a cat that just ate
a canary."

"I have a new game." he replied.  And with that, he opened the sack. Out
spilled several hands full of lima beans.  She looked puzzled.

"The object of this game" he explained, "is to lie still.  I will place
these beans on you, and around you.  You will not disturb them. For each
bean that moves or falls you will be punished.  Understand?"

 She giggled, and then stretched out with her arms above her head.

"Good" he grinned "oh yeah, did I mention this?"  And pulled out a long
white feather.


  Image 20

  by Suki

 She hadn't noticed him as she left her desk to go to the bathroom.  He
had seen her get up, and followed her.  The bathrooms were singles,
fully closed rooms of their own, with locking doors. To get to them you
had to go through another door that closed.  She opened the first door
and continued, opening the second door.  A quiet "oh!" escaped her lips
as he closed the outer door and pushed her into the bathroom.  The
bathroom was big, large enough for
several people, comfortable.  Locking the door he pushed her against a
wall, covering her protests with his mouth on hers.  She struggled for a
moment and then moaned, pushing her body against his.  Roughly, he
pulled her pants down (thank goodness for elastic) and turned her
around.  She bent slightly, pushing back against him, hands up pressed
against the wall.  He entered her, straining against her, bringing both
of them to a quick release.  They managed to escape the bathroom
un-noticed, but the next person in probably had a lot of questions on
their mind.



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