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From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT)
Subject: {ASSM} Blind Date, Pt. 2 m/f, bdsm, cons
Date: Sun,  4 Mar 2001 19:10:04 -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, 2001. Other stories are posted at my site:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 


Blind Date, Pt. 2

That's how Sabrina had met Mike. Over the Internet. She had been perusing the
bondage personals newsgroup and had noticed an ad for a cyber slave. It had
intrigued her and so she decided to answer and see what might develop.

He had been extraordinarily patient and explained everything about bd/sm to
her. It had also aroused her to no end until she asked if she might perform
some tasks for his pleasure.

And so he made suggestions on ways to stimulate her during the day for his
amusement. Pieces of a paper nail file in her bra that rubbed on her nipples as
she went about her business. That had left her sore and sensitive for a few
days afterward, but she had loved it.  Thumbtacks in her bra with the sharp
points sticking her skin was equally exciting. Even the little shampoo bottle
that the prison ministry had left one time had been lots of fun. Once filled
with water so it could slosh back and forth, it had been fully inserted into
her cunt and had worked wonders for her attitude during the day.

There had been several suggestions of self torment that she had been unable to
do because of her situation. But she had thought hard on how she might react in
reality and wrote him long letters of how much she had enjoyed them.

Mike had made the last year of her imprisonment pass so quickly. But she was
still scared to death to tell him the truth. But her lust had overcome that
fear and she had finally told him she was traveling to Miami Beach for a
vacation and would he like to join her?

He had said yes.

So Sabrina turned back to head to her hotel to get dressed and mentally prepare
for their dinner date and what might come after.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

As the elevator quickly rose the upper floors, Sabrina thought back on the
evening so far. Mike had been such a gentleman, it was hard to believe that he
harbored such cruel and terrible fantasies.  But she was sure that the same
could be said of her.

She had dressed carefully leaving her underwear behind with thigh highs being
the only undergarment under the slinky evening dress. His quiet chuckle had
caused her nipples to spring to life when he slowly slid his hand under her
dress at the table and softly caressed her sopping wet pussy.

After that, he had simply asked if she was ready. And she had said yes.

They went to his room where he took a seat and left her standing in the middle
of the room.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, sir."

"I want to make sure that I understand what your limits are so tell me once
again."

"None, sir. I want to submit completely to your touch."

"That encompasses a lot of trust, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure.  I've been waiting for this day for so long, I want try
everything. I remember the safewords and will use them if necessary."

"Then undress, slave and we'll begin."

Slave? This is so strange. After years of incarceration, the first thing I want
to do is to submit my body to a stranger. But somehow it feels right and makes
me feel so free to do what I want for myself.

It was easy enough to do, just pull the straps down and a quick shrug and she
was naked save for heels and stockings. She removed her shoes, but a word from
him and she left the stockings on.

Mike quickly pulled out leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles and put them on
her. Then he asked her kneel before him and placed a wide leather collar around
her neck.

Leading her to the bed without a word, he laid her down and fastened her wrists
to the headboard and her ankles to the feet of the bed.

Ooooh, this feels so great.  She could feel his eyes looking over her body; her
rock hard nipples that stood straight up, her slightly open legs that gave him
a good view of her wet crotch. She could see the bulge in his pants and knew he
liked what he saw. 

Reaching into a drawer, he pulled out a handful of clothespins and deftly
started placing them on her sensitive breasts making a lovely circle around the
edge, then placing three of them right on her tight nipples.

It hurt, but her excitement continued to build and she understood the full
meaning of surrender. Then he moved down to her crotch and placed more there.

She lost count, but knew he was putting them on her outer labia. Several on
each side that caused her to squirm as the intensity of the pinching began to
burn.

But again, her predicament of helplessness just made her that much more
excited.

She could see his smile as he knew she obviously enjoying the situation and
then he undressed quickly.

Then placing himself between her legs, he lowered his mouth to her pussy.


As his tongue touched her clit, she started shivering uncontrollably.

Oooooooh, God, that's wonderful!!!!

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

                         

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