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Subject: {ASSM} The Taking of Jasmine (BDSM Rom M/f)
Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 02:10:04 -0400
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The Taking of jasmine
by Greymead (aka Richard Large)


Six hours now.

Every time I look in and see her, trussed, blindfolded, her ears stoppered 
so she cannot hear, my heart sings with the sweetness of My love for her.  
she does not know it, but I have spent long minutes watching her, looking 
carefully to be certain that the ropes are not too tight, that her breathing 
is not overly labored around her ball gag. I do not know if I have ever seen 
anything as beautiful as her body, constricted as it is by the black silk 
ropes that bind her arms, her legs, her breasts.

Soon, I will go to her, touch her cheek to feel the tears that have leaked 
from under her blindfold. I will alternately caress her and pinch her, kiss 
her and spank her. She may begin to guess, then, the full extent of My love.

And she thought tonight was for dinner. Oh, it was that, too. I fed her 
well, gourmet food, good wine (though she did not wish to drink it - I 
prevailed and she had a glass). And now she is dessert!

her eyes when I seized her - what beauty! Large - ivory revealed around the 
deep brown, a tear when it became clear that this was no play-acting - that 
I did, indeed, mean to make her mine to do with as I please. The sweet sound 
of her voice, "NO!" when she saw the gag. her whimpers around that 
ball are music, did I mention that? They are a soft love song she sings to 
me. I harden at the muffled sound of her.

That was eight o'clock. Now it is a little past two. The sounds of traffic 
in the street have diminished to the occasional sound of ripping silk as a 
car speeds by on the wet roadway. A dog barks on the next block. And she 
whimpers softly to herself, long since accepting that I will not unbind her, 
that I am not going to send her on her way unmolested.

Did I mention how my heart thrills to the sight of her?

My breath grows short and ragged.

My palms begin to sweat a little.

My cock stirs every time I look in at her.

What will it take, I wonder for the thousandth time - maybe the ten 
thousandth time. What will it take to make her accept me. she has always 
acted so proud, so haughty, but I have seen the beauty beneath that. I will 
make her my slave. I have to. she is meant for me, I know this in the depth 
of my soul.

It is nearly three now. I move to her side, squat, touch her cheek as I knew 
I would. The tears have dried. she startles under my hand, whimpers afresh, 
pleading wordlessly with me. I caress her cheek, kiss her lightly. she is so 
warm under my skin. I take a nipple in my fingers and pull on it. There is a 
sound - a tiny gasp - from around the gag. I smile and pinch harder. I pull 
the blindfold from her eyes. she blinks at the sudden light, blinded, though 
the lights are actually fairly dim. her eyes are beautiful, brown, damp, a 
little reddened from her crying. I lick the taste of salt from her cheek.

I release her nipple, smile at her and reach for the other. she tries to 
roll away, but of course there is nowhere she can go, no way for her to 
escape. I surprise her by caressing it, gliding my finger across and around 
it. It grows. She whimpers. I unfasten the gag, take the earplugs out.

"You are mine."

her eyes lock on my eyes.

"Say it."

her mouth moves a little. It will take a moment before she will be able to 
speak.

I wait. I can be patient.

she gathers saliva to wet her mouth. Then spits. The bitch!

I slap her, causing her head to hit the floor. she makes a short, sharp cry. 
I grab the gag and force it back between her teeth, hard, brutal. she 
struggles, but of course it is no use.

I caress her again, My hand slipping along the curve of a breast, over the 
roundness of her belly and resting on her sex. she is wet. I raise My hand 
to My face, My finger to My nose. Fresh jasmine and the sea. My cock strains 
to burst free of its confinement.

I stand before her, watching her eyes as I slowly undress Myself (in future 
she will gladly undress Me, her Master). her eyes widen. she is pleading. 
Does she wish Me to stop or to hurry? I smile at the enforced ambiguity of 
her communication.

her bonds hold her open for Me. I lower Myself over her, take My cock in My 
hand and slide the purple head along her wet slit, teasing her. her hips 
move, uncontrolled. I look down into her eyes as I introduce the tip of My 
cock into her wetness. I sink into her. her eyes widen, but they do not 
protest. I revel in this, and in the warm wetness that surrounds Me.

I cannot believe how wet she is. The juices flow from her, drip from her, 
wetting and lubricating her. I can feel her wet asshole kiss My balls on 
each downstroke, she is that wet. It is the first time I have felt a woman 
kiss My balls while I fuck her, and that arouses Me afresh. I begin to fuck 
her in earnest now, finding a rhythm like My heartbeat.

her whimpers begin to reflect My rhythm. her hips move - not much because of 
the binding, but I can feel her moving under Me. her eyes have a different 
light now. I take a chance and unfasten the gag again so that I can kiss 
her. I capture her mouth with Mine, take her lip between My teeth and nip 
it, drawing a little blood. My tongue flicks across the cut to taste her 
before I cover her lips with My own and probe with My tongue.

she returns My kiss, heatedly. Urgently.

"Gan wo," her words are a breath in my ear. I do not know if they are real 
or imagined, but they sing inside Me, hardening Me more, if that is 
possible. I begin to fuck her harder, deeper, crushing Myself against her 
with each stroke. her moans and sighs drive Me, spur Me. "Gan wo." It is a 
little louder now - carried on her moan. It is My trigger.

Without warning, I feel the heat inside Myself boil, gather itself and rush 
to fill her. As the first hot charge of My jism splashes deep inside her, 
she cries aloud to tell Me that her own orgasm is crashing down on her.

We hang for many moments - moments that might be hours - on the crest of 
that wave, carried by O/our passion and O/our pleasure. In that moment, I 
possess her fully, intimately and she tells Me so. And in the moments that 
follow, the moments when I lay, still embedded in the heat and dampness of 
O/our mingled juices and I caress her face, her shoulders, her breasts and 
nipples and tell her of My desire for her, she smiles, eyes sparkling and 
tells me that she is mine.

"Master!" she pushes her face against My chest, folds herself  inside the 
circle of My arms, and wiggles, just like a kitten settling in a lap. It is 
the sweetest, the most precious gift. I bury My nose in her hair, kiss the 
top of her head and relish the moment.




(http://www.geocities.com/greymead)
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