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From: Alexis Siefert <ealexissiefert@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP Rev:  Better Than Chamomile {Alexis S.} (FF cons rom anal oral toys light-BDSM)
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 08:10:02 -0400
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   This is a work of adult fiction and should be read only by adults.  It
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   Better than Chamomile {FF cons rom anal toys oral light BDSM)



   It's one of those rare, perfect days.  The sun is out, and it's warm but
not oppressive.  I'm "lizarding" this afternoon, sunning myself on the
concrete.  The heat reflects up off the pool water, and I can feel my skin
starting to cook.  Being of close Irish descent, I don't actually "tan."
It's more of a roasting-thing; however, the warmth has made me
uncharacteristically lazy, and my body doesn't seem to be willing to listen
to the rational thoughts my brain is sending--something about blisters,
freckles, and eventual wrinkles.  "Well," I sigh to myself; "one has to
take occasional risks."

   I force my eyes open when I hear the rusty hinge on the gate protest
opening.  I can tell by your gait that the day didn't go the way you had
planned.  I'm sure that you 'look' the same as always, but I can see the
tiniest of creases between your eyes.  There is a tension in your
shoulders; your suit, normally so beautifully draped around your body,
hangs awkwardly.

   "Rough day?" You nod almost imperceptibly.  "I'm sorry, darling."

   "Not your fault."

   "I know, but I wish I could make it better for you.  C'mere." With you
standing before me, I reach up to unzip your skirt and slide it down over
your hips.  Your thighs are perfectly outlined by the elastic-lace tops of
your thigh-high stockings, and with my thumbs I hook under the waistband of
your panties, holding the fabric as you step delicately out of them.  I
lean forward to give your thigh a quick kiss.  "Mmmm.  Getting better. 
Now, sit dear."

   I pat the soft mat next to mine on the concrete.  As you sit, I quickly
open the buttons of your tailored jacket and sensible white silk blouse and
slip them over your shoulders.  Then with a practiced flick of my thumb and
forefinger, I open the front clasp of your pink bra.  My fingertips graze
the hollow of your collarbone, and I smile at the slight shiver that causes
your skin to tremble.

   "Lie back and close your eyes."

   I sit behind you and cradle your head between my knees.  I stroke your
temples, holding your head in my palms, and using my thumbs to stroke your
eyelids, gently pressing to release the stress.  Using delicate pressure on
your forehead, I lower your head to rest on my bare inner thigh.  My
fingers stroke through your silken hair, and my nails gently scratch your
scalp.  I fan your mahogany hair over my leg, marveling at the contrast
between the midnight darkness of your locks and your perfect tan and the
delicate paleness of my skin.

   I softly stroke your lips with my fingertip, moaning almost
imperceptibly as you suck them between your lips.  I sigh airily as your
mouth surrounds my two fingers.  I lean over you, bending down to graze
your mouth with mine, and my moistened fingers drift down to fondle your
taut nipple.

   Your tongue searches for mine, and my lips part to press roughly against
yours.  My tongue snakes out, tasting your mouth, pushing through your wet
lips.  I roughly tweak your nipple with my fingers, feeling it harden and
extend under my fingers.  I smile to myself as I feel, hear your sharp
intake of breath.  I grasp your hair with my other hand, my fingers buried
in your scalp, pulling your head back, exposing your throat.

   Separating my mouth from yours, I nibble at your vulnerable throat.  I
can feel your pulse under my lips.  Matching its rhythm, I begin to pull at
your hardened nipple, rolling it between my fingers.  You moan slightly,
and your arms stretch out, up around my hips, coming to rest on the
sun-warmed skin of my ass.

   Your lips begin to move silently as you struggle to form words through
the haze I know is beginning to fill your brain.  I also know how strung
out you are after days like this.  I know how much you hate being the calm
one at the office, having to smooth things out for everyone else.  I know
how hard it is for you to be in charge all day, taking the flak, protecting
your underlings from the stresses from above.  I know what you want, what
you need.  But you won't get it until you're ready to ask for it.

   I straighten my torso, and lift myself up, throwing one leg over your
body and straddling your chest.  My breath catches in my throat when I feel
your breasts brush against my sensitive inner thighs.  I release your hair
and reach between my spread thighs with both hands, using my fingertips to
tug both nipples, smiling as they lengthen under my pressure.

   Your voice reaches my ears, almost a whimper, "Please, darling, please
don't be easy.  Please drive this day from me."

   My tongue wets my lower lip, hearing your reluctant plea.  I nod to you
softly, knowingly.  Then, I shake my head slowly and whisper, "Of course.
But first..."

   "Anything, love."

   I rise up on my knees, and turn so that I am above your face, centered
over your parted lips.  Slowly I lower my hips, pushing my shaven pussy
against your mouth.  I grind myself against your lips.  I can feel your
tongue reach deep into me; sucking, licking, desperate to taste my orgasm.

   My voice is a low growl through clenched teeth, "Make me cum, quickly."

   Your teeth scrape my skin, biting and nipping at my hardened clit.  I
begin to shake, and I buck my hips against you roughly, fucking your mouth
with my dripping pussy.  Your head moves with each thrust, matching my
tempo.  The bare skin of my sex smears juices over your lips.  My back
arches as my thighs clench around your head; spasms wrack my body.  My hair
thrashes against my bare back, and you reach up to pull my tresses, arching
my back further, forcing me harder through my orgasm.  I moan deeply.  As
the last violent wave passes through me, I shake my head to clear it.  My
vision sharpens again, and I look down at your face between my legs.  Your
perfect mouth and chin are covered, glistening.

   "Now," I say to you fondly, "you asked for something, didn't you?"

   I scoot backwards down your body, watching your skin glisten as my
juices wipe over your taut, tanned skin.  I leave your body wet with my cum
as my clit rubs and scrapes over your skin.  When I reach your wonderful
feet, I stand, looking down over you, and move quickly around you, stopping
at your head.

   Reaching down, I grasp your wrists together, quickly binding them with a
rough length of nylon cord left over from some repairs we made to the pool
furniture.

   I've caught you by surprise, I know, and your eyes widen when I secure
your arms to the post of the overhanging awning.  We've played rough
before, but you're always the stronger one.  However, desperate times call
for desperate measures, as they say, and you looked fairly desperate when
you walked through the gate this afternoon.

   Your neck cranes backwards as you try to see what I have planned for
you. I leave your arms stretched above your body and move back around to
your legs, smiling a slightly wicked smile.  I grasp your right ankle and
wrap it in a long length of cord, securing it also to a post of the patio
covering.  With another cord, I quickly fasten your left ankle to the metal
ring sunk into the concrete of the pool.  When we had the rings installed,
it was to ensure that we had some way to fasten down the pool cover during
the winter months.  I wish I had thought of them sooner for this alternate
purpose.

   Fastened so, your legs are spread obscenely wide, almost to the point
that I know would be uncomfortable were you not flexible from daily yoga
stretching.  As I step back, I admire your sex, exposed as it is to the
air, exposed completely were I to invite the neighbors for a peek.

   Your eyes are wide open, and I can tell that you're actually a bit
frightened.  Perhaps unsure of who this person in your home really is? 
"Hmmm," I think to myself, "interesting."

   "Simone, what are you doing?" Your voice is almost imperceptible, and I
cock my head to hear you better.  Your breasts heave slightly, glistening
with sweat and desire under the warmth of the sun.  Stretched as you are,
your nipples are pointed to the sky, hard little nubs betraying your desire
in spite of your doubt.

   I stand above you, my feet planted on either side of your perfect chest.
The heat of the sun-warmed concrete under my soles travels up my body as I
slowly lower myself until I'm squatting above your chest.  I place one
finger over your lips and say softly, "I'm only doing what you asked, dear.
I've often wondered what it would be like to be on the other side of this
position.  To be the one wielding the strength instead of the one receiving
it."

   I stand, moving back until I'm standing at your feet, between your
splayed legs, gazing down at your spread slit.  You're completely open to
me, exposed and vulnerable.  I reach for the table behind us and lift a
wide leather strap.  It was meant to be a surprise for you, a new toy for
you to wield.  "No matter," I think.  "I can break it in just as easily as
you would have."

   Your body begins to tremble as I run the strap over my palm, feeling the
supple leather smooth against my hand.  Quickly, with a flick of my wrist,
I bring it down on your inner thigh, hearing it crack softly against your
skin.  The wide red strip that appears so suddenly on your skin brings a
smile to my lips.  My other hand strokes my own inner thigh, remembering
the delightful feel of similar welts you've raised there.

   To suppress your vain struggling against the bindings, I quickly bring
the strap down over your other thigh, making a twin stripe on the soft
flesh of your tender inner leg.  My own body shivers, both in sympathy for
your pain and in delight with the unfamiliar pleasure of controlling you.

   I let the strap dangle from my hand, loosely swinging to the rhythm of
the music coming from the poolside speakers.  Soft strains of Sarah
Brightman's _Il Mio Cuore Va_ drift past us, subduing our voices as we
unconsciously match the perfect almostsilence of her song.  The strap
strokes gently between your legs, sending obvious tremors through your
body. I let it stroke over your swollen clit, gently, slowly.  My wrist
snaps almost imperceptibly and the rough leather tip catches your pearl. 
Firmly striking, not too hard, but enough to reward myself with your quiet
yelp.

   I need to reassure myself that you're enjoying this; that I'm not taking
you too far on your first venture under the strap.  I bend my knees to dip
my fingers into your pussy, and I shake my head at the wetness forming
there, watching it begin to drip from your spread cunt.  It's starting to
pool on the ground between your tight ass cheeks, and I know from
experience that you can feel it heating up on the warm concrete beneath
you.

   Your eyes meet mine, but they're barely focused.  You've started to
drift into that hazy place, the need has begun to fill you, and desire is
taking over your rational thoughts.  In answer to your unspoken plea, I use
my thumb to push against your clit, grinding it, pulling a loud moan from
your throat.  Two fingers push roughly inside of you as my thumb continues
its slow circles.

   With my other hand, the one wielding the strap, I flick my wrist again,
bringing the tip of the strap across your tight, hard nipples, leaving
rough red stripes over both beautiful breasts.

   The pain obviously brings some focus back to your brain, and you groan.
"Please, Simone, please...don't stop..."

   I pull my fingers, dripping with the juice from your pussy, and without
pausing roughly shove both of them into your tight ass, still grinding your
clit with my thumb.  I pump your rosette with my fingers, spreading them
inside of you, opening your ass to my hands.  I smile as I watch you
writhe, knowing that with each pull on the ropes they bind more tightly
around your wrists and ankles.

   Wet with your own lust, your own juice, I add a third finger deep inside
your tight asshole.  The warm, buttery channel opens to me, forced to mold
around my fingers.  I spread my three fingers to force your tightest hole
open further, twisting them until you remain slightly dilated when I pull
my fingers from your opening.

   Despite your desire, evidenced by the juice still pouring from your
cunt, you moan, "please, no more."

   I shake my head and softly whisper, "Oh no, dear, that's not in the
play. I believe your words were, 'anything, love.' You know that I take
things very literally." A smile forms on my lips as your body relaxes just
slightly, I know you've given yourself over to me.  I use my palm to slap
your swollen, hard clit, hearing my strike echo.

   I pivot and bend over to loosen the rope around your ankles, adding some
slack to the cord.  Your lips silently mouth a 'thank you,' but they clench
shut as I swiftly wrap the bindings around your knees, pulling them up to
your chest.  I can tell you're debating whether or not to protest this
change, but I move quickly, before you can formulate the complaint forming
in your mind.  I use additional lengths of cord around your knees, binding
them up and spread, the rope extending to your wrists, leaving you helpless
on your back with your knees spread wide.

   I stand and return to the table, taking from it a large doubleheaded
dildo.  It's a favorite of yours, I know, but not normally from this
vantage-point.  Pausing over you, I slowly work one end into my dripping
pussy, then I kneel between your spread legs and finger your open asshole.
A touch of cool gel over your opening, then forced deep into your hole,
still dilated from my fingers.  I place the huge tip of the dildo at your
opening and start to push.  I can feel the resistance of your tight muscle
ring as the dildo is forced deeper into my own aching pussy.  Your groan
fills my ears as your body begins to shake.  Through half-closed eyes I can
see your head slowly thrashing as I push, forcing the huge fake-cock
through your hole.  It's too big for you, I know.  You're not usually the
recipient of anal activity when we're together, but I also know that you'll
adapt.  You're strong.

   The vision of your ass blooming around the rubber cock head is magical.
My head begins to spin with the waves of orgasm, and I begin to moan as
your resistance fucks the cock deeper into my wanting, craving pussy. 
Slowly, pushing, until, with an audible "pop" the head is through the
tight, formerly resistant muscle.

   Your scream surrounds us, but I can hear that it's a scream of release,
of pleasure.  I can feel your legs strain against the cords, fighting to
straighten; your body struggling against the intrusion, until you finally
relax, giving in completely to me.  I begin to thrust faster, taking myself
to the edge of my own orgasm, holding myself there, denying my own pleasure
until you can travel there with me.  My fingers begin to dance over your
rock-hard clit, pulling you along with me, drawing the orgasm from your
sore, tired, and now-wounded body.  Your thighs clench, and I can see the
bulge of your jaw as your body tenses, stiffens.  Your shudders cause the
dildo to vibrate within me, and I'm forced over the edge.  My vision blurs
until I'm aware only of your cries of pleasure mingling with my own.

   It's an eternity before the world returns, and even then it comes back
in pieces.  The gentle lapping of the water against the tile-lined pool
side is what finally draws me back to our reality.  I look down at you,
your body slack, spent, and I slowly draw the monstrous dildo from your
ass. As it pulls from your body, I lean over you to kiss your perfect lips.
I whisper into your mouth.

   "Now, dearest, tell me about your day."

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