Message-ID: <36825asstr$1024272607@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <mrledft@aol.com> From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT) X-Original-Message-ID: <20020616113336.28572.00000848@mb-mv.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 16 Jun 2002 15:33:36 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Sadistic Weekend, Pt. 2 Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 20:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36825> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2002. Other stories are posted at my site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink Sadistic Weekend, Pt. 2 Larry felt his cock quivering as he heard their "hosts" move down the stairs towards them. Their dungeon in the basement had thrilled and scared him at the same time. The large wooden St.Andrews Cross on the wall; the medical table with stirrups pushed over to the corner; the wall of whips, crops, canes, paddles, clamps and other instruments of torture only served to make him realize that they had definitely chosen some experienced partners to help train them in the "art" of BD/SM. His cock stirred at thought of being at the mercy of such practiced deviants. He glanced over and noticed that Donna's nipples were hard and she was panting in anticipation of the evening to come. The embarrassment of waiting nude and submissive for these strangers plus not knowing what the evening held in store was just too great a thrill. Mistress stepped into the light first, her large abundant breasts swaying against the restraint of the leather harness that she wore. It wrapped her breasts snugly and made them balloon out plus the straps dived between her legs to press tightly and divide her shaved pussy lips. Her husband wasn't so elaborately garbed, but the bulge in his leather briefs appeared to be more than enough to satisfy Donna's craving for huge cocks Each of them carried what appeared to be plain leather dog collars. And without a word Mistress stepped forward and wrapped one around Larry's neck. "This is your training collar, slave. We've already discussed the terms of your contract for the weekend and you've agreed to it. So I expect the proper attitude and obedience for the next few days. Understood?" Larry simply nodded his head and felt the rush of excitement hit him as he heard the words from his mouth, "Yes, Mistress." He glanced over at Donna and watched as her Master grabbed her hair and stared into her eyes demanding the same obedience from her. The pain was sharp and severe as Mistress grabbed his hair and jerked it around. "Eyes on the floor unless you're told otherwise. What happens to her is no longer your concern." Mumbling his response, but keeping his eyes downcast, he heard her walk over to the wall and return. She quickly bound his wrists together behind his back with leather cuffs. But the first stroke of the cat-o-nine was a shock, still he immediately felt the sexual excitement hit and he focused on pleasing his Mistress. It felt like an eternity before she paused. The heat rising from his back was intense. Much more satisfying than when Donna tried to do the same at home. He could feel this woman's lack of compassion for his pain and knew she truly enjoyed delivering the hard strokes. It only made his dick grow harder. He heard Donna gasp behind him for some reason, but the first stroke of the whip across his chest made him forget about what torments she was enduring. And when she started to lightly beat his cock and balls with it, his mind flew everywhere even as he heard his moans echo around the room. Ooooow, too much, too much! Still he struggled o maintain his composure and not embarrass himself by spurting his semen on the floor. MastrKink "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain." 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