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Subject: {ASSM} Daydreams; m/f bd/sm
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This story is featured in this month's ROSE Project newsletter which contains
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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
Daydreams
The slave's hands were stretched high above her head. Cuffed together then
straining up towards the ceiling as the rope had been pulled so tight that
she had to stand on her tiptoes. Her back was to the viewer and she was very
close to a rough stone wall.
She was naked except for the sheen of sweat that covered her body. As one
looked closer, you could see the pattern of welts and marks that adorned her
skin. Obviously, she had been on the receiving end of some brutal Master's
attentions.
Then he strode into the picture. Naked as she was, but hooded, he simply
walked up to the slave and with no words of warning, placed large tight
clamps on the slave's labia. He then stood to the side as he reached around
and squeezed her breasts hard and then used a large wooden paddle on the poor
girl's ass.
After her ass turned red, he stepped back again. Her face was to the wall and
if you looked close enough, you could see that she was now absentmindedly
brushing her rock hard nipples against the rough stone surface.
After a while, she started to turn around and you could see her
face................
Amanda jumped in her seat and her eyes flew open to look around to see if
anyone was staring at her. It had startled her to realize that the face she
saw in her fantasy was her own. And the fact that her hand had slowly been
creeping down to her lap and she had been so lost in her reverie that her
fingertips were pushing against her pubic mound.
But no, they were all listening to the politicians drone on lost in their own
daydreams during this long convention.
Amanda knew she had to get better control of herself, but more and more
lately she had found herself dreaming of such fantasies. Not that she had
ever consented to submit to anyone like that
But she thought of it more often than before since HE had started
communicating with her.
It had started one evening as she had waded through her inbox and started
reading the letter. Her face had burned with shame as she realized that
someone knew her secret and it was someone that obviously knew her in real
life.
She couldn't believe that she had been so naive as to use her regular screen
name for visiting the sites, but she vividly remembered that long night when
she had found that index of hard-core bd/sm websites and had started visiting
them. She had stayed up into the early morning hours, reading, looking and
playing with herself. The large wet spot on her chair when she finally stood
up had been all the proof that she needed that this was meant for her.
He explained that he had see her screen name as one of his subscribers to his
erotica website and had admired her from afar in person. He meant her no harm
and would keep their relationship strictly online if that was her preference.
And of course, his identity would remain a secret as long as she wanted.
It had both frightened and excited her. She should have just told him to go
away, but still she was drawn to him. She was an adult now and living on her
own and it was time to explore her sexuality. This seemed a way to do it
safely. So she had cautiously written back, eventually emailing some of the
other subs that obviously knew him from other than the site They all
reassured her that he was safe and would be gentle in all ways since she was
a novice.
So their relationship continued; she sharing her sick fantasies for the first
time, asking questions, perusing the websites He suggested; subscribing to
mailing lists to learn more about this "alternative" lifestyle. Until
finally, she had asked that he give her some small tasks to perform to help
her get the feel of giving up control of her body to another.
They had started small; clothespins on her nipples as she masturbated; hot
wax dripping on her small, perky breasts as she slowly slid down on the HUGE
cucumber picked from her mother's garden that morning. The first time she
went out in public without her bra was terrifying since she just knew they
could see her nipples. But as she got used to it, she had a strong desire to
let them do just that and found herself flirting shamelessly with the men she
met.
But still she felt an emptiness. She knew that while this was fun, it wasn't
the same as doing it in real life. She wanted the feel of his eyes as she
stood before him, naked, vulnerable and waiting for his commands. Bound,
gagged and helpless as she waited for the feel of the crop or the touch of
his fingers as he pulled hard on her turgid nipples.
Well, this was getting her nowhere except horny all over again. So Amanda
went out to the concession stand for a soda to cool off with.
When she returned and sat back down, she noticed an envelope among her papers
that wasn't there before.
She opened it and read the note.
It was from HIM. He was here actually watching her!!
Amanda tried not to be very obvious, but she just had to look around and see
if she spotted him. But no, most of the men were either in deep conversations
with other delegates or paying close attention to the dais. No one seemed to
be paying her no special attention whatever.
As it instructed she looked inside her backpack and sure enough, there was a
plastic baggy with two Ping-Pong balls inside of it and an another note
paperclipped to it.
"You look like you're as bored with this as I am. So I thought I'd give you
some toys to take your mind off things. Take the balls, go to the ladies room
and insert them in that hot cunt. Then come back, take a seat and enjoy the
rest of the afternoon."
Even through the plastic Amanda could feel how cold they were. She had read
about Doms that injected water into Ping-Pong balls, froze them and then
inserted them into their slaves for their amusement.
Should she do this? Where would it lead? Did she want to play this kind of
sick game for him? She knew that if he thought she obeyed him, this would
just lead to more games and perhaps eventually a meeting in person. Did she
really want that?
She realized that he was most likely watching her as she sat there deciding
what to do.
Her heart was pounding and her pulse was racing as she knew this was taking a
step in a different direction.
She replaced the notes in her backpack.
Then slowly stood up and carrying the plastic bag in plain sight walked down
the aisle to the restrooms.
MastrKink
"The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of
pain."
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