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From: egeil1@juno.com
Subject: {ASSM} Ed's Birthday Present
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 10:10:03 -0400
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I am waiting when you come home from work.  You close the front door, 
drop a grocery bag on the floor and call me over to you.  You look at 
me silently, then tell me to take off my clothes.  I am too stunned 
to argue.  As I turn back to you, naked, you loosen and remove your 
necktie.  "On your knees," you command.  The tie is in your hands 
now.  As I kneel before you, I get a quick glimpse of the belt you 
are wearing.  It is the special one,  the one with the little silver 
animals on it.  Then you cover my eyes with the necktie and knot it 
behind me . . . .

The next thing I know you are in my mouth, thrusting, then pulling 
back to let me play with you, then thrusting again.  The only sound 
is of your breathing, becoming faster and more labored.  You grab my 
hair in your hands and pull me towards you.  You groan and I feel 
your cum spurting into my mouth . . .  Then you pull abruptly away 
and your hot cum lands on my breasts and drips off my nipples.

You pull me to my feet and guide me through the house.  My feet touch 
cold tile.  The bathroom!  I turn toward you in shock, but I don't 
have time to say anything.  You push me to my knees again.  "I have 
to pee.  Open your mouth!"  NO!!!  I pull back and turn my head away. 
You grab my hair and pull me toward you.  "Open, NOW!"  I am 
trembling, but I comply.  Moments later,  I hear the sound, inches 
away, of a stream hitting the water in the toilet next to me.  After 
the initial shock, I relax . . . you were just teasing me.  The 
stream subsides, and you turn toward me again.  "Clean me."  I reach 
out with my tongue, but you push past it.  "Take me into your mouth 
and suck me clean."  Your cock slides into me mouth . . . .  Suddenly 
a hot stream hits the back of my throat!  I try to pull away, but you 
hold my head.  Then, just as quickly as it started, it ends.  I 
realize with shock that it was deliberate, you had saved the last of 
it for me! "Suck!", you command again.  And I do, as your cock 
hardens and lifts in my mouth.

Then you step back and pull me to my feet again. You guide me onto 
the toilet.  "Sit and pee," you tell me.  The seat is damp with your 
urine and the backs of my legs get wet.  I try to pee, but you are 
standing over me, and I feel your eyes on me.  I can't.  Your cock is 
at my lips again, hard as a rock now.  My lips part, and my bladder 
finally releases.  A small flood pours into the toilet, as your cock 
thrusts gently in and out of my mouth.  The flow subsides and you 
pull me up again.  I protest, I want to clean myself.  No, you say, 
you don't want to lose the flavor.  Some pee drips down my leg as you 
guide me out of the bathroom.

You take me into the bedroom and tell me to climb up onto the bed.  I 
am still on my hands and knees as you fasten a pair of wrist cuffs 
around my arms and bind me to the headboard.  I wait in silence.  The 
dresser drawer opens.  Then you are beside me again, dragging 
something over my head and down my back.  It feels soft, comfortable. 
I relax as you let it tickle my bottom.  The strands of soft leather 
start to separate . . . .  As you lift it from my body, I realize too 
late and start to cry out.  But my cry is cut off by the sting of the 
lashes hitting my bottom, as you bring the whip down on me again and 
again.  I gasp for air and beg you to stop.  I can picture you, still 
in your business suit, standing over me, lashing out with the whip . 
. . .  The straps sear my flesh and heat spreads across my bottom. 
My cunt moistens.  The wetness spreads down my thighs.  My breath is 
coming in short, loud gasps . . . .

Then the blows stop.  The dresser drawer closes again.  And your 
hands grab me, spreading me cheeks apart.  Your tongue flickers over 
my cunt, then dips into it as you bury your face in the wetness.  You 
lap up the liquid, like a thirsty animal.  Then your tongue wanders 
back, across my bottom.  I am begging you to let me feel you, to let 
me feel the tip of your tongue inside me.  You kiss my bottom gently, 
then let your tongue wander back to my asshole, where it probes 
tentatively at first, then boldly, making me cry and beg you for more 
. . . .  You pull back and, in a husky voice, order me to beg for 
what I want.  I am ashamed at first and can only whisper, but you 
urge me on until I finally cry out to you to fuck me, please FUCK ME!

I hear you unbuckle your belt (I had forgotten about that belt!) . . 
. . then a quiet rustling of fabric as you finally take your clothing 
off.  I feel your breath on me, and then your tongue is inside my 
cunt again, exploring, tasting.   You pull back and I can feel you 
standing over me.   A thrill of anticipation rushes through me.  Then 
quietly, oh so quietly, you apologize.

The first blow sends me reeling.  I try to pull away, but you grab me 
by the hair and hold me back.  The crack of the belt hitting my 
buttocks is so loud, it almost drowns out the pain.  Almost.  I cry 
out.  But you don't answer, you are so absorbed in your task.  The 
blows are lower now, across my thighs.  I try to resist, but I can't. 
With each blow, the liquid flows out of me, down my legs, soaking 
into the bedding . . . .

You finally stop and put the belt down.  You gently and carefully 
trace the imprints left on my buttocks with your finger.  You caress 
my thighs and cunt and ask me if I'm ready for you to fuck me now. 
Yes, I beg, please, yes.

You leave my side again and I hear a rustling.  The grocery bag? 
Then you kneel behind me.  I can feel your cock hard against my ass. 
You bury your fingers in my cunt and I groan.

(to be continued)
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