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Subject: {ASSM} News at Six by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, F/F, Bondage
Date: Wed,  9 Jan 2002 20:10:14 -0500
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News at Six by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, F/F, Bondage
Copyright 2002


	"Welcome to Channel Six News at Ten, I'm Ellen Winters.  Craig DuBois has 
the night off.  In the latest developments ...."

	I did the news alone that night for the first time since I'd become an 
anchor and I enjoyed being the sole anchor.  And, for the first time, I did 
the news with a butt plug in my ass and firm clamps on my nipples.  Hanna 
Arno was there to do sports and after introducing her I relaxed for a 
moment.  Hanna is nearly six feet tall, a striking woman with black hair and 
a smooth olive complexion.  Her eyes are so dark they also appear to be 
black.  Her features are too strong for her to be truly pretty but she's a 
strikingly attractive woman.

	I've known her for nearly a year and I've been her slut for the past six 
months.  I'm five seven, slender, blonde, and pretty.  I look like the 
cheerleader I was in high school and college - all American and wholesome.  
As I waited for Hanna to finish I wondered what the viewers would think if 
they saw me the way I'd be an hour later - dancing nude at Emma's, my 
identity protected by a leather hood.

	I was married when I arrived at Channel Six to co-anchor the six and ten 
p.m. news with Craig, the handsome gray-haired veteran.  I was twenty-eight 
at the time and starting to realize that a long distance marriage wasn't 
going to work.  My husband, Eric, was still working in Denver, a long 
three-hour plane ride away.

	Craig fucked me less than a month after I arrived.  He came into my 
dressing room one night after the broadcast and backed me up against the 
wall.  He pulled my skirt up around my waist, ripped my panties off, and 
fucked me hard while I whimpered and moaned.  I came twice before he shot 
his load deep in my cunt.  When he was done he pushed me to my knees, wiped 
his cock with my hair, and left.  He paused before opening the door.  "Don't 
bother wearing panties in the future.  No pantyhose, either."

	My affair with Scott lasted for nearly three months.  He never said he 
loved me and I was grateful for that.  It was just hot, hard sex.  Usually 
in my dressing room after a broadcast.  A couple of times I gave him a 
blowjob in the parking lot, between our cars.  It was dangerous but that's 
what made it exciting.  Once, during a blizzard, I sucked his cock right 
outside the back door of our building.  He made me strip naked and kneel in 
the snow while I sucked him.  I loved it!  My nipples ached from the cold as 
I took his cock deep in my throat.  When he came, he held my head and made 
me swallow every drop of cum.

	My marriage was over before Scott finally broke off with me.  I didn't mind 
because I was ready for something new too.  Scott began fucking the new 
weather girl, Marissa.  She's a cute little redhead and Scott's still 
fucking her.

	I was celibate for nearly two months.  My only relief came from my fingers 
or Big Tom, my vibrator.  I didn't use Big Tom much because I didn't want to 
become dependent on him.

	In late March, Hanna came into my dressing room after the ten p.m. 
broadcast one Friday night and said, "Let's stop for a drink.  Follow me 
when we leave."

	I shook my head and said, "Not tonight, I'm too tired."

	She smiled and slapped me.  "I wasn't asking. Follow me or you'll regret 
it."

	I followed her across the river, past the university, to a small bar called 
Emma's.  She collared me right there in the parking lot but not until after 
she'd slapped me into submission.  She also put the leather hood on me to 
hide my identity.  She cuffed my wrists behind my back and snapped a leash 
onto the collar and then she led me into the bar.

	We found a small table in the back of the room and Hanna arranged two 
chairs so that we were sitting side-by-side, our backs to the wall.  Before 
we left the station I'd gotten changed.  I was wearing a denim work shirt, 
jeans, and boots.  After ordering drinks, Hanna casually unbuttoned my shirt 
and unhooked my bra.  She fondled my tits openly and nobody seemed to pay 
much attention.  They were more interested in a tall college student who was 
dancing nude on top of a table.

	The only way I could drink my drink was through a straw.  Have you ever 
tried drinking straight vodka through a straw?  It's a quick way to get 
drunk.  After a few minutes Hanna took my boots off then she had me stand up 
while she removed my jeans and panties.  I sat there, sipping my drink, 
while she stroked my thighs.  I was shocked to realized that I liked being 
stripped in public.

	After our second round of drinks arrived, Hanna removed the handcuffs long 
enough for me to finish stripping.  Then she put them back on.  I sat on her 
lap, moaning with pleasure, while she masturbated me to orgasm.  By the time 
we left we both knew that I was her slut for as long as she wanted me.

	I had second thoughts the next day but Hanna took care of that by taking a 
strap to my bare ass until I was sobbing, begging her for mercy, promising 
to be a good girl.  We were in a soundproofed editing room with the door 
locked when she whipped me.  My ass was still sore when I sat down to do the 
six p.m. broadcast.

	Now, six months later, I'm comfortable being Hanna's submissive girlfriend, 
her slut, her whore.  I'm close to coming out publicly but she wants me to 
wait.  So I'll wait.

	In July, we went to Province Town, on Cape Cod, for a week.  I enjoyed 
being able to live openly as her girlfriend.  She took me out every night 
for dinner and dancing.  We spent most of our days on the nude beach near 
Race Point.  The only body hair I have below my waist is the fine downy hair 
on my thighs.  I felt more naked after she shaved me.  I found it exciting 
to know that my bare vulva was visible to all.  Hanna's right, I'm a 
shameless exhibitionist.

	On our second day in P_town she had my nipples pierced and fitted with 
delicate gold rings.  It was done by a pretty college girl with numerous 
piercings of her own.  Hanna shaved me that night and the next day had my 
labia, clit hood, and clit pierced.  She stood and watched, gripping my 
ankle, while the girl worked on me.  I was nude of course.  It hurt because 
Hanna wanted it to hurt, wanted me to cry.

	Two nights later, I danced nude in public for the first time.  It was at a 
private party in a beach-front cottage.  It was hot and the cottage wasn't 
air conditioned.  I danced until the sweat was pouring off my body.  I 
remained nude for the rest of the party.  A pretty college girl fondled my 
tits while she and Hanna talked about music.  When the college girl asked if 
she could try me I froze, waiting for Hanna to answer.  She smiled and 
nodded, "Sure, just have her back in an hour."

	The girl took my hand and led me toward the back door.  I glanced back at 
Hanna, pleading with my eyes, but she just smiled and shrugged.  The girl 
took me outside and led me to another cottage just up the beach.  She fucked 
me with a strap-on and I came quickly, confirming, in my own mind at least, 
that I'm a born slut.

	We did each other with our tongues, in the class sixty-nine, and that was 
even better.  Her cunt had a tangy, salty taste that she swore was due to 
the fact that she was a lifeguard and spent a lot of time in the water.  She 
brought me back to Hanna after a little more than an hour of great sex.  She 
wanted to do me in the ass with a strap-on but when I refused she smiled and 
didn't force me.  Her name was Claire and she was just nineteen.

	Later, while Hanna and I were laying in bed, I told her everything that had 
happened.  Two nights later, we ran into Claire in a restaurant.  She was 
alone and when she came over to say hello, Hanna invited her to join us.  
Later, over coffee, Hanna smiled at Claire and said, "I understand you 
wanted to fuck Ellen in the ass."

	Claire nodded.  "Yes, I did. But she refused."

	Hanna sipped her coffee, nodding.  "You made the right decision.  If you 
still want to fuck her in the ass you may do so.  But I want to do the same 
to you."

	I thought Claire would refuse.  She sat there in silence for at least a 
minute.  Then she nodded and whispered, "Okay."

	We went back to our cottage and had a couple of drinks.  Then we all 
stripped down and I greased my anus with K-Y jelly while Clair and Hanna 
watched.  I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the room when Claire 
eased the strap-on into my virgin ass.  Hanna sat in front of me, 
cross-legged, and fondled my tits while Claire fucked me.  Then Hanna moved 
around beside me and stroked my clit with the tip of her finger.  My orgasm 
was incredibly intense and I chanted, "Oh, yes!  Oh, God, yes."  I chanted 
it over and over again as my excitement built.  When I came I screamed in 
pleasure and collapsed on my belly.

	They both stroked and fondled me until I came down and was ready to 
continue.  I greased Claire's anus for her while she wiggled and moaned.  
She was too embarrassed to do it herself.  I pushed my finger inside to make 
sure she was well-lubricated.  Even my finger was a tight fit so I knew her 
ass was virgin, just as mine had been.  I sat in front of her, cross-legged, 
kissing her and rubbing her shoulders while Hanna eased the dildo into her 
tight little asshole.

	When it was all the way in I began to play with her big, firm tits.  I 
enjoyed listening to her moan and mutter soft obscenities while Hanna fucked 
her.  After a while she looked at me with hooded eyes glazed with lust and 
whispered, "Play with my cunt.  Please."  Instead of masturbating her I got 
down on my back and licked her.  She came with an explosive rush, grinding 
her vulva against my mouth as her orgasm peaked.

	Later, Claire and I licked each other leisurely while Hanna sat and 
watched, sipping a glass of French Merlot.  She rubbed some on our cunts, 
which made it all the more enjoyable.

	Hanna turned thirty a couple of days ago and it was traumatic for her.  She 
was a total bitch for several days before and my ass took the brunt of her 
anger.  I found it hard to sit and do the news on the night before her 
birthday.

	We went out to lunch on her birthday and I dressed in a pretty silk slip 
dress, black, that fit quite snugly, making it obvious to one and all that I 
had nothing on underneath.  I had a bandaid on my left shoulder, high up, 
and told Hanna that I'd been stung by a wasp.

	Hanna was grumpy all through lunch but I could tell that she was pleased by 
the fuss I made over her and she loved the diamond studs I gave her.  After 
lunch we drove over to a quiet little spot by the river.  I left my sandals 
in the car and we walked down a path to a small clearing near the water.  I 
stood facing her and slowly removed my dress.  Then, I sank to my knees and 
licked her hand.  "I'm yours forever.  Please pull the bandaid off."

	She crouched and removed the bandaid.  I heard her take a deep breath as 
she read the words tattooed there - Hanna's Slut Forever.
She laughed and cried and kissed me over and over, her tears falling on my 
bare tits.

	That was three days ago.  Tonight, to celebrate my first broadcast as solo 
anchor, she's taking me to Emma's where I'll dance nude and be publicly 
whipped for the first time.  I think I'll go without the hood.  I *want* 
everyone to know that I'm Hanna's slut.

The End



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