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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vanishing Point Part 11 (M/ff, B and D, Kidnap)
Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2001 03:10:02 -0400
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		Vanishing Point Part 1 (Slave Liz)
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      I was in a fog as I felt the hands lifting me from the coffin.
      Voices muffled like whispers in the next room. My muscles hurt,
      so very badly. It was almost a relief to be tied into a little
      ball and pushed into the snug coziness of canvas. Strong hands
      carrying me. I heard nothing. I could only feel the movement,
      lulling me. Drifting, drifting.

      Gentle ropes around my wrists, pulled up above my head. The
      warmth of the water, seeping into my bones, relaxing me, easing
      me. Teasing me. I could see nothing. My eyes were open I knew,
      no blindfold obscured my vision. The blindfold was of my own
      devise, like a gauzy curtain covering everything. I could feel
      the gentle hands washing me, but the sensation was world's
      removed, as if happening to another. Voices far away, in the
      next room it seems. I cannot understand the words, the tones. I
      know they're not angry. That eases my mind. No anger. No anger.
      I am less scared.

      Suddenly, everything is in sharp focus. I take a deep breath,
      glorying in the smell of the soap, the tinge of antiseptic in
      the air. Chewing the washcloth gag in my mouth, I revel in the
      rough texture against my tongue. Sighing deeply, trying to
      stretch. Sitting up abruptly, pulling forward on the muscles in
      my arms, tied securely to the towel rack above me. Inhaling
      deeply, arching my back. I look over at Thelma and Master Ben,
      trying to smile. They have stepped back, watching me closely.
      Master Ben, gentle Ben, bends back beside the tub and loosens
      the gag from my mouth, cautioning me to be quiet before he
      pulls it loose.

      "You wanted to say something?" he asks quizzically, holding the
      washcloth close, just in case.

      "Master Ben, slave Thelma has such beautiful hair."

      They watched me, quizzically. Finally, Master Ben replied.
      "Yes, she does, Liz. Are you ready to get out of the tub?"

      I nod silently, waiting patiently for him to release my arms,
      my hands left looped together with the cord. He carefully
      undoes my ankles, helping me stand and then step from the tub.
      He gestured to the floor, telling me to kneel. I slowly sank to
      my knees, pointing my toes behind me. "Comb and dry her hair,
      Thelma," he said thoughtfully. The tile was cold and hard
      against my knees. But I could endure it. I could control it. It
      was as it was. This was as it was. I must control the
      discomfort.

      I closed my eyes, felt Thelma's gentle touch loosening the
      tangles in my hair. The air in the bathroom was cold on my wet
      skin. I could feel the goose pimples popping up. Opening my
      eyes, I looked down amazed at my erect nipples.

      "Are you thirsty?" Master Ben asked.

      I nod, not sure if I should speak. A straw is pressed to my
      lips and I sip gratefully, my mouth and throat dry. The juice
      tastes wonderful. I look around, trying hard to hold my head
      still for Thelma. The colors were so bright, the light so....I
      could feel a little smile on my lips.

      The warm air of the blow dryer startled me and I jumped. I
      could hear Thelma giggling behind me and could feel myself
      flushing. I had lost control. Forgotten to maintain stillness.
      I still had so much to learn.

      When my hair was dry, Master Ben reached his hand down to me,
      helping me to my feet. My knees ached from kneeling so long on
      the cold floor but I willed myself to show no discomfort. He
      led me to the other room, a cheap motel by the look of it. I
      kept my face neutral. It was not my place to judge. It was my
      place to accept and control my impulses.

      "Kneel down here, Liz." He pointed to the front of a chair. I
      knelt as I had in the bathroom, back straight. He slipped in
      front of me, sitting in the chair. "No, Liz, like this." He
      gently pushed down on my shoulders until I was sitting on my
      heels then slipped his hands between my legs, pushing them
      apart. "Don't hide anything from your master, Liz. Understand?"
      I could feel myself flushing again, tears beginning to sting my
      eyes.

      "I'm sorry, Master Ben. I'm so sorry. I'm trying so hard to do
      everything right...." he shushed me with a gentle finger to my
      lips.

      "It's okay, Liz. You're still learning. We'll go slowly, okay?"
      I nod, mutely, lowering my eyes...ashamed at my loss of
      control.

      He was silent for what seemed like an eternity...I tried to
      remain as still as possible.

      His soft voice startled me after so long a silence. I almost
      jumped but stopped myself. "Have you ever sucked a cock, Liz?"
      I looked at him, the question in my eyes.

      A cock? Sucked a cock? What was he talking about? I frantically
      searched my memory...coming up empty. Hesitantly, "I...I'm not
      sure, Master Ben."

      "What do you mean you're not sure. You know if you've sucked a
      cock before, Liz. You're no virgin. You're married."

      I couldn't help but laugh. "I know I'm married! But, Master
      Ben, I just don't remember if I've ever done that before."

      "Would you like to learn?"

      I nodded happily. "Of course, if it's not too much trouble."

      Without answering, he unzipped his pants, lifting up to slip
      them down from his buttocks and pushed them down his legs. I
      knew my eyes got bigger when I saw his cock but I couldn't help
      it.

      "You kiss it and you lick it and then you slide it in your
      mouth. Be careful of teeth, now."

      I giggled again. "Like a popsicle."

      He smiled at me, moving his hand behind my head and pulling it
      to his lap. "But a lot warmer, Liz."

      I reached up tentatively, taking his cock in my hand. I could
      feel the smoothness of the skin, gently I circled it with my
      fingers, stroking them up and down. Closing my eyes, I reached
      out with my tongue and touched the tip of it, marveling at the
      taste. Opening my mouth, I pushed down over the tip as far as I
      could go. I let my tongue swirl around a bit against the hard
      shaft. "Just take your time for now, Liz. Explore. Feel it."

      I lifted my warm mouth from his cock, letting my tongue slide
      down the underside to his balls. He slid down a little in the
      chair and I lightly ran my tongue around his balls before
      looking up at him questioningly. "You can take them in your
      mouth, if you like, Liz. Gently." He smiled.

      I nodded and lightly sucked on his balls, alternating between
      kissing and sucking before I kissed my way back up his hard
      shaft. I circled my tongue around the tip before once again
      lowering my mouth onto his cock. "Take it deeper, Liz. Deeper."
      I pushed down, down....could feel myself starting to gag but
      stopped myself. Control, I breathed to myself. Control. I can
      do this. And then...there! I felt my mouth pressed tight
      against the base of his shaft, his cock in my throat. I started
      a rhythm...up and down..."Look up and smile, Liz." Ben breathed
      hoarsely.

      I raised my eyes to his, behind him I could see Thelma with a
      camcorder. I smiled around his cock before continuing....when
      he came, I gulped as fast as I could, enjoying the
      taste...enjoying the control of making a man cum.

      "That was...very good, Liz" He smiled, his breathing fast. "Now
      I want to see you lick Thelma's pussy."

      I smiled up at Thelma. "Oh, yes, Master Ben."

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