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From: "The Scribbler" <scribbler62@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Fun and Games"
Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 21:10:02 -0400
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"Fun and Games", by The Scribbler, (c) 2001
who is reminded  by recent events that heterodoxy, tolerance, and the right
to a private life are not trivial, not free of cost, and not universally
prized.

Steadfastness in the defense of these freedoms is expected of all of us. Do
not fear, do not waver, do not succumb. What follows is for adults only. .
.and is definitely banned in Afghanistan.

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"Oh, did I mention that we're expecting company?"

 "Mmm-hmmm", judging by your tone of voice, a non-committal response. I
could be wrong about this, because "non-committal" isn't a big character
trait for you, now is it? No, Sally G----- you're known as an outspoken
advocate of women's rights, recycling, solar power, term limits, anti-sprawl
legislation; that's is when you're not jetting around the world as a very
blue-blooded management consultant. And waffling, evasion, or lack of
opinion are not traits of yours.

      But as I say, it's not completely clear that I've properly understood
you, and when I describe the extenuating circumstances for your lack of
articulation, I think we'll all understand that I might get some of your
verbally expressed desires a little bit wrong.

      You see, there's a nice sized ball gag in your mouth, stretching your
jaws wide open.  Can I go off on a tangent here and say just how good
ball-gags look on you? I'm a big fan of them, but there's really a procedure
that's required. If you're going to be obedient, then I'm going to say that
we should have lots of red lipstick on you first. . .its deliciously slutty
as your mouth is stretched wide to accommodate the intruder-although if the
whole thing is going to be a struggle, which it sometimes is, then the
lipstick just makes a mess.

 In your case, you're remarkably cooperative, seeming to thrive on
humiliation and pain. Tears ran down your cheeks as I tweaked your nipples
to full erection, but I checked and found that either the tears had fun all
the way down to your legs, or you were very, very wet. You've gotten to be
such a little painslut that I don't even bother to check in your cunt
anymore-as near as I can make out, its pretty much always wet, now isn't it?
So I've gone to a slightly more extreme measures. . .I just run a finger
down the inside of your thighs. . .when you're truly excited, juices tend to
drip all the way down.

 And you are excited right now. You moaned and yelped  a bit when I attached
the clamps to you, and whimpered in humiliation as I lead you teetering on
very high heels to the mirror to regard the lovely vision you'd become;
clothespins on your labia, clamps on your nipples, a lovely horsetail plug
stretching your anus.

"Company" - your eyes opened wide at that thought. "My friends will know,
people will see, someone will recognize me. . ." I could see that thought
cross your face.

No one will recognize you. I can give you assurances that that is the case;
your friends, my friends, business associates and neighbors-no one will
recognize the slut in latex with cutouts for her vulva, buttocks and
breasts, clamps on her nipples and a blindfold as the lovely frosty blonde
management consultant who I've been seeing. . .no you're just another slut,
anonymous and degraded, and people you've shared cocktails and light
conversation about interest rates, modern art, politics and Andrea Dworkin
will feel absolutely no compunction in giving your clamps a little twist to
see you squirm.

You're really too clumsy in your hobbles to do any serving, so we just lay
you down on the table after a while. A very sweet looking little brunette
decides to appropriate one of the decorative candles and ends up dripping
hot wax over your breasts and labia. A number of people comment on just how
nice it is to watch you squirm.

As the guests get ready to depart Roger Beltran, an old friend, one who'd
shared drinks with us not a fortnight ago, takes me by the arm "Does Sally
know anything about this"

I shake my head, "Not a thing, wouldn't approve at all"

He looks at me for a moment "You know, there's been something I've been
meaning to say to you: Why do you go out with such a cold woman?"

I look back at him. I try to look hurt.

"Roger, you know that's a little bit unfair. You can't judge people that
way, they've got aspects to them that sometimes don't get appreciated. I've
got a serious side, to me: Sally may be a little chilly emotionally, but
she's a brilliant and succesful woman, and I need that in my life:  I'm not
all fun and games, you know."

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