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Subject: {ASSM} (Story Knight) Alice and Sheree pt. 1 (FF D/s)
Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2001 03:10:02 -0400
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This is a work of erotic fiction and is not for the consumption by minors.
Proceeding beyond this point shall show demonstrate a desire to read such
material. The author has warned the reader and shall in no way be
responsible for any harm. By continuing to read, the reader acknowleges he
or she can legally proceed. Constructive feedback is very welcome. Thank
you.

Alice and Sheree

Part One

 Copyright Story Knight 2001

Sheree stretched her lithe nineteen-year-old body in her bed, and blinked
her almond eyes at the sunlight that was pouring into her apartment through
the half opened blinds. Kicking the sheets from her body, she let her right
hand trace the pouting inner lips of her hairless pussy.

Just then, the bedroom door opened and another young woman stepped inside.
She was dressed in a short cotton nightie with the emblem of her favorite
football team. Her braless breasts jiggled beneath the nightie as she
carried a tray over to the languishing Asian.

"How you doing, Sweetie?" The tray toting woman asked, running her hands
through the long black hair that swept across the pillows.

"Oh God, Alice, you're wonderful!" Cried Sheree, sitting up to receive the
tray upon her lap in exchange for a kiss. Alice held her long, blonde hair
in one hand, and the back of the Asian's head with the other, as the two
deeply kissed.

"I bet your pussy's sore after that fucking I gave it last night." Alice
teased, taking position on the end of the bed, facing Sheree.

The teen only blushed and looked down at her breakfast, unable to meet the
eyes of her older and more dominant lover. Alice was twenty-five and had a
number of lovers in her past, both men and women. Ever since her fist taste
of domination, she had insisted her lovers capitulated to her will.

Returning from her deep thought, Alice noticed Sheree's collar was missing.
Rising from the bed, the blonde checked the bed sheets and under the bed
before retrieving the half inch leather band.

"What's this doing on the floor, my pet?" Alice asked, waving the item in
front of Sheree.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I."

The sentence was never completed as Sheree stopped when she saw Alice
position a high backed chair in the middle of the room. Without being told,
Sheree removed her breakfast from her lap and walked over to where Alice was
now sitting on the chair, and knelt between her open legs.

"You know this collar is to be worn at all times. It is a sign of ownership,
obedience, and of love. What am I to think when you are not wearing it, and
instead leave it on the floor?"

A tear coursed from the corner of the Asian's eye, and rolled down her high
cheek. Her shame was deep, as she had hurt her loving mistress. She hung her
head low, and locked her gaze upon the front of the seat.

Alice swept Sheree's long hair into a ponytail, and held it in place with a
rubber band. Taking the collar, she applied it to her lover's slender neck
and centered the pendant between her collarbones.

The pendant was plain, round, and made of gold. It read, "Slave Sheree, most
beloved pet of Mistress Alice." Sheree had picked it herself the day she had
accepted to relinquish her liberty to her lover, and given it willingly as
her present to Alice.

With the collar fastened in place, with plenty of room around the submissive
's neck, Alice lifted Sheree's chin with her index finger, and looked her
slave in the eye. "I think it's time for a spanking."

As though slave Sheree had been holding her breath, she sighed with the
pronouncement of her punishment, and moved to lie over her mistress' lap.

Alice softly placed a hand upon the cheek of the beautiful round arse she
had fallen in love with. It curved out swiftly from Sheree's narrow waist,
blossoming out into a womanly pair of hips. At the center of her bottom was
a pink little anus that Alice had licked on many occasions, as her slave
remained bound to the bed. Below the puckered rose bud sat the weeping
blossom of Sheree's sex. Open and puffy as it was when Alice fucked it with
the ten-inch strap-on.

Sheree whimpered as Alice stroked and teased her upturned bottom, waiting
for the inevitable spanking she was about to receive. After minutes of
tension, the blows came like lightning, one after the other, in rapid
succession. Sheree didn't stand a chance to yelp or cry and Alice let her
have ten ear cracking swats in a row.

With several rosy red handprints on her arse, Sheree blinked behind a wall
of tears, and her breath came out in huge sobs. With her still laying over
her lap, Alice used the edge of her hand to saw between Sheree's soaking
pussy lips. The Asian moaned with sexual longing even as the tears still
welled up in her eyes. Alice had such a talent for mixing pleasure with pain
that Sheree only had to think about the spankings and her cunt would be
aflame.

"Come along Sweetheart," cooed Alice, patting her slave on the back, "your
mistress has to sort out one of her other pets."

Sheree climbed off the older woman's lap and stood running her fingers over
her hairless mons.

"Now, now, this is punishment, so we don't want you cumming do we Dear?"
Admonished Alice, reaching into Armour for a pair of leather handcuffs.
Taking Sheree's hands behind her back, Alice secured them with the cuffs
before stepping in front of her slave and attaching a six-foot leather leash
to her collar.

As Alice lead Sheree out the room by her leash, she grabbed a six-foot
spreader bar that was leaning against the wall.

Outside the room, a long corridor stretched in either direction. On one
side, it was lined with doors similar to the one they'd just exited. Huge
windows looking out upon the lush house grounds covered the other side. A
man in everyday clothing stooped over a hedge with a pair of sheers in his
hands. As he snipped at the bush, he glanced at the women making their way
down the passage. It was forbidden to stare at the wealthy homeowner, but
her slaves were open for prolonged perusal.

Sheree's arousal grew under the glare of the gardener. She knew her nude and
tethered form brought pleasure to her mistress and the other inhabitants of
the house. The thought of their throbbing erections and weeping pussies made
her dizzy with lust.

Finally, they reached Mistress' apartments, where Alice hooked the leash
outside the door, and affixed the spreader bar to Sheree's ankles, before
stepping inside. As Sheree stood there, waiting for her Mistress to return,
she watched various subordinates walk around the house. Some were dressed,
and others were not. Some were bound, gagged and lead around, while others
took pause to pinch her nipples or drag their fingers along her cunt. Never
did anyone bring Sheree across the threshold of orgasm, as everyone knew she
was Mistresses special pet.



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