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Subject: {ASSM} Gina Marie: Each Day, Chapter 1 (Dom/sub, F solo mast)
Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 18:10:04 -0400
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Gina Marie: Each Day, chapter 1
by: Jibsheet
(c) 2001 commercial reposting prohibited

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Author's Note: Here we meet Gina Marie as an adult, some years after
that day in "The Principal's Office."

As always, comments appreciated at jibsheet26@hotmail.com

My website: http://jibsheet.tripod.com/
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Each day, with a mixture of panic and yearning, you check the post
office box I have set up for you.

Will there be something there today? What will you do if there is? Are
you ready to take the next step beyond the online relationship we have
shared? Are you really ready to learn what it means to submit
completely...not just in your mind, but with your body?

For a week now, there has been nothing in the box. Each day you have
left, determined not to return again, determined to write and tell me
to close the account. Still, the next day, the desire rushes through
you, and you find yourself opening the box with shaking hands....

With a gasp, you realize there IS something in the box today. You
stand and stare at it, knowing, without a doubt, that you will take it
out and open it.

In a rush, you seize the envelope, slam the box door and run to your
car.

The envelope is plain. Just your name and the P.O box address, nothing
else.

You feel flushed and out of breath as you open it. A small rectangle
of plastic falls out into your lap. The note is simple, a few lines:

"Gina,

6pm on Friday. Room 623 at the hotel. Dress provocatively, but simply.
Whatever you wear, insure that I will be able to touch your body
anywhere I please. We will be going out to dinner, and then back to
the room. You will not be home until Saturday."

You look at the plastic card key. It is stamped with the logo of a
large, anonymous hotel down in the city. You wonder what you will tell
your husband to explain your trip to the city, and then stop when you
realize what you are doing.

"No!" you think, "I won't...I can't!" Going to the city, using the
card key means letting those long suppressed desires out. It means
facing up to your need; your need to be dominated, to be controlled,
to be made to accept....accepting all those things about yourself that
you've kept under control for so long...

It means accepting another man in your body, too. Not just accepting
him, but *giving* yourself to him, releasing all control, allowing him
to do with you as he wishes. It means being unfaithful, too...or....or
does it? "If he orders me," you think, "threatens me with punishment
if I don't obey..."

Your hand moves, almost of its own will, up under your skirt. Your
fingertips find wet fabric between your legs, and you groan. Your body
is giving you away...you want it! You push the fabric aside, and your
fingers slide easily into your body. In your mind, they are MY
fingers, and you begin to move them, imagining what I will do to
you...Your eyes close, your head falls back, and the pleasure washes
over you.

A car pulls up alongside, jolting you back to reality. Quickly, you
pull your hand out from under your skirt, struggling to make yourself
presentable, even as you see the passenger in the car looking over at
you as he gets out.

"Miss? Miss?" The man from the car knocks on the window...you roll it
down. "Are you alright?"

You blush and assure him you are fine, certain that he must have seen
you touching yourself.

"God, look what this is doing to me!"

You start for home, letter and key on the seat beside you. You don't
need to look at it again...the lines run through your mind.

"My god, the arrogance! He just tells me I'll be gone overnight, and
leaves it to me to arrange!" Your gypsy temper flashes. "I won't do
it. He thinks he can treat me like...like some slut...some slut at his
beck and call! Forget it!" Angrily, you seize the letter and crumple
it.

At the house, you carry everything inside, up to your bedroom. The
plastic key card goes into your purse. The letter...smoothing the
crumpled letter on your thigh, you re-read it.

...'touch your body anywhere I please'.... 

"My god...anywhere? I'll have to be nearly naked...and out in
public...what if he wants to touch me in public...people might see..."

Heat washes over you again at the thought. You steal a glance at the
clock..."just time...need it so bad"...with trembling hands you reach
under your skirt again. A touch confirms what you already
knew...you've been getting wetter with every passing minute; even as
you raged against my arrogance, it was turning you on.

You slide your panties off, and fall back onto the bed. Pulling your
skirt out of the way, your touch yourself, lightly, there. So wet! You
pick up the letter again, reading...

"..'Friday'...oh god, that's the day after tomorrow...'Room 623'...he
knows, he KNOWS I'll be there...he's already rented the room..."

Your fingers move quickly, your touch becoming more insistent. 

"..'Dress provocatively'....he's going to make me show my body...MAKE
me...ohfuck....he knows I'll do it, too he's not even asking, just
telling me...ahhhhh....'Touch you anywhere I please'....ohhhgod...his
hands on my body...where ever he wants...opening my blouse...lifting
my skirt, making me spread my legs...people will see him...see that
I'm available to him...ohhhhgod....'won't be home until
Saturday'...aggghhh...what will he make me do...how will he use
me...what if he whips me...ohhhHHHGOD!"

The letter flutters to the bed as your orgasm hits. Your fingers are
frantic on your clit, your free hand comes down, fingers extended,
plunging deep into your cunt...your hips thrust up into the air...in
your mind you are under me, thrusting up to take my cock into your
body...you cry out as you cum..."take me, TAKE ME! Use my body...MAKE
me your slave!"

For long minutes you are arched, tight and aching against your hands,
your orgasm deep and strong. Finally, panting, you collapse back
against the bed, feeling it damp beneath you where your juices have
spread.

"Oh god...I can't...I won't go...I HAVE TO GO!..."

Slowly, you rise, and take the letter down to your office. As you feed
the letter into the shredder, a door slams in the house, and your
husband's "hello" echoes down the hall.

With a start, you realize your panties are still on the floor in the
bedroom, the bed is a mess, - and you are still so wet between your
legs!

"He'll know....he'll be able to tell...tell I've been unfaithful...oh
god! I need it so much!....what am I going to do?"

--++--

At dinner, you realize you haven't heard a word he's said...you've
been trying on clothes in your mind, trying to find the outfit that
will leave your body accessible, as I've insisted it should be.

-----to be continued---

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