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From: "Heathcliff" <grizelda_bone@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Go Man Go! (Story)
Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 08:10:03 -0500
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This story Copyright 2002 Heathcliff....anyone who wants to publish this
anywhere else, contact me at the e-mail address in the header of this
message.

I would like all the feedback on this one I can possibly get.  It falls
between softcore and hardcore--has elements of both. Please post feeback and
reviews at alt.sex.stories.d

Thank you very much.  I hope you like this one.

Go Man Go!

     By

Heathcliff




Rachel was twenty two, small, petite, creamy white skin with small, pert
breasts and an ass like a twelve year old boy.  Steve called her at home and
gave her instructions on what to wear for her special night.
           He had her wear a lacy black garter belt that accentuated the
curves of her lovely ass, black silk stockings, and a backless sheer dress
that ended five inches above her knees, slit up the side to reveal her sexy
thigh.  With the shiny black leather four inch heels, it made for a look
that would certainly get them noticed that night.

    Steve had Charlie, his driver, pick her up.  Charlie was more a cab
driver than anything else-he didn't work exclusively for Steve-but Steve
knew his hours and Charlie knew Steve's tastes and could be relied upon to
be discreet and keep his mouth shut.  Charlie was about sixty-odd years old
and had been around the sexual block a few times, but he was also happily
married.  Every time Steve was in the back of the car with Rachel, he
adjusted his rear view so he could see her better, but he would never have
touched her.  Rachel and Steve seemed so young to him.

             Steve got into the car, having told Charlie where to take them.

 Then he looked at Rachel.  "Hello, my love."

Rachel looked up at him and spoke softly.  "Greetings, Master.  It is
wonderful to see you again.  I miss you when I am not in your company."

       "I miss you also, darling.  Are you ready for tonight?"

She smiled.  "I am ready to obey any commands You might give.  I am honored
to give my virginity to You.I am proud to be your slave and I know you would
never hurt me or allow me to be hurt.."

            They settled back in the back seat of the car, a Bentley.
Rachel planted a kiss on his cheek-under other circumstances he might have
punished her for such audacity but now it seemed appropriate.he could feel
her love, and admiration, and respect for him and it was quite intoxicating.

             He reached through the slit in her dress to rest his hand
comfortably on her inner thigh.  She leaned her head against his shoulder
and sighed.  He moved my hand to her outer labia.and rubbed her outer labia.
She responded by spreading her legs even further.  He felt her lips stiffen
and begin to become blood-engorged-and she began to become wet.   She held
on to him now, whispering in his ear that he shouldn't stop.

           He looked at her.  "Do not make a sound, slave.shhhhhh."

                  He went on rubbing her lips..she began to thrust upward to
meet his fingers.  A soft moan escaped her lips.  He withdrew his hand.  The
ache that she felt melted off sweetly into nothingness.

             Her eyes went wide.  "Please, Sir.Please."

            "Relax slave.I will not punish too harshly so early in the
evening.on your hands and knees..  She knelt down on all fours on the matted
floor of the huge Bentley.  He reached into the toy chest Charlie knew to
bring on his jaunts.  He pulled out a four inch long, one inch diameter butt
plug that flared to a three inch base.  He took out a tube of lubricant,
squeezed some onto the tips of his fingers, and began gently lubricating her
asshole.  He reached one finger in, spread some lubricant around, and pulled
his finger out.  Rachel was silent.  He stroked her puckered rosebud,
teasing it into opening for him.  Rachel realized that she could not control
herself around this man, and it was soooo much easier to just relax and let
him play her body like the Master musician he was.  .  Then he slipped the
butt plug into her, filling her ass with it.  He pushed it to the base, and
allowed her asshole to close around it.

             "Now, slave.  You will hold it in you until I personally remove
it.  If you allow it to fall out, you will regret it.  Do you understand?"
his voice was firm, unyielding.

        "Yes, Master."  Her voice was quiet, acquiescent.  He knew he wasn't
asking anything too difficult of her-other than the fact that she often had
trouble relaxing her anus for such things.he wondered briefly if she needed
some other punishment but decided it made no sense to rush things.  He was
quite certain there would be other opportunities to train his lover that
night-she was beautiful, easily the most beautiful slave he had ever had,
but she was like an expensive electric guitar set too close to a powerful
amplifier.on her own or in the hands of an inexperienced player, she would
feedback wildly

 "You may sit."

"Thank you Master."

 "Are you afraid, my slave?"

 She seemed to think about this for a moment, wanting to answer honestly.
"I think, Sir, that I am afraid of the unknown, and losing my virginity
opens me to a realm of experiences previously closed to me.I am afraid, but
not of you.  I am afraid of what I could become.  I am submissive now.but I
could become completely submissive.I know I want that, but I am also
afraid."

 Steve chuckled softly.  "My little one.  Don't be afraid.  I can and will
push your limits, to make you mine, to mold you into the slave I want you to
be.  But I will never push you further than you can go.  Just as you commit
to me, that is one of my commitments to you."

 She leaned her head on his warm breast.she felt so completely happy in his
presence.just peacefully happy..He kissed the top of her head.  Then Charlie
stopped the big Caddy in front of the restaurant Steve had chosen.  He got
out and opened the rear door for Steve.

Steve got out and stood for a moment, enjoying the cool night air.  It was
mid Fall, and he knew he could not bring his lover out in clothing such as
she was wearing for much longer.he wasn't sure if she would wear a mink, or
a red fox, to complement her lovely, cinnamon hair, although he doubted it.
In his mind, if she had a deep moral dislike of wearing fur-or anything
else, he wasn't going to command her to do it.  That wasn't control.  That
wasn't even the loving abuse that some women he knew craved.  That was
gratuitous cruelty, the sort that he had seen too many relationships break
up over.  It was what happened when a sub wanted to love and a "Master"
wanted to drink beer and watch football.

 Rachel sat for a moment, unsure of what she should do.  He reached out His
hand for her and helped her out of the car.  She stood for a moment, unsure
of herself.  Then she stood next to him.

Steve checked his watch-a gift from his brother Paul when he had finished
graduate school, Steve had had to pawn it at least twice.  But there would
be no pawning of anything tonight.  Steve had become far more careful about
money-more so than ever before in his life.  He would never say it directly
to her-or at least, not for many more years to come, but she had much more
of a work ethic than he had ever had (she had worked her way through college
waitressing and suffering the ignominies of various fat Greek diner owners),
but he admired her careful handling of money and the fact that she would
take any job to make a living.  He was not, to put a finer point on it,
about to be outdone by a slave.

Steve put his hand on Rachel's naked back.  They walked into the restaurant,
and as Rachel looked up just before they went in and saw that the restaurant
was called "La Fondue".

 Steve stepped up to the Maitre D', who looked very glad to see him.

 "Steven!  It has been a long time!  Your fortunes have changed, yes?"

 "Hmmm..I would say so, William, I would say so."

 William's eyes settled on Rachel, who was standing about two steps behind
Steve with her eyes downcast.

 "Is she yours, Steve?"

 Steve could not hide the pride in his voice.  "Yes."

 "She is lovely."

 Steve sighed.  "Yes."

 William executed a perfect about face and motioned for Steve and Rachel to
follow him.  They did, towards the back of the restaurant and through a
beaded curtain and out to patio dining area.  He indicated a table and left
them.  Steve pulled out a chair for her, and she sat.  Just as she did so,
Steve pulled her up to a standing position.  He lifted her skirt to expose
her lovely, round, soft, naked ass.  He spanked her, once, twice--hard
enough for her to understand what she had done wrong.  One of the patrons at
the next table saluted Steve with a lift of his champagne glass.

 "How do you sit, slave?" asked Steve, softly.

 "I am sorry, Master.  I had forgotten.  Thank you for your discipline,
which I needed."

 She pulled her skirt up as she sat so she was sitting on her bare skin.
Steve took a silk blindfold out of his pants pocket and tied it around her
eyes. He took a pair of small nipple clamps out of his other pants pocket,
reached into her bodice, and attached one of the clamps.  He turned the
screw as tight as it would get.  Rachel winced,  but Steve paid no mind.  He
repeated the process with her other nipple.  He considered handcuffing her
hands behind her head, but he knew she was not yet in any way comfortable
with being public.  As it was, both of them could feel the eyes of certain
other patrons on them.

 He whispered in her ear, "Pull your chair in and sit with your hands folded
in your lap.  Any attempt to touch yourself, and rest assured, slave, that I
will know, will be met with harsh punishment."

 "Yes, Master."

 Steve sat at the table, across from her, and admired her.  She truly was a
prize, to be fought for, possessed, owned.cared for and pampered..kept like
a bird in a gilded cage.  He loved particularly, her hair.  He would have
written a song for her, he had in fact written songs for her, but he felt
that Neil Young had said it best: She was his Cinnamon Girl.

 A waiter came by and asked if they were ready to order.  Rachel's blindfold
and collar appeared not to faze him; he had seen enough women (and men) in
similar attire.  He knew enough to know that he was not to address the slave
directly other than to ask if everything was all right.

 "Something to drink, sir?"

 "Dom '38."

The waiter raised an eyebrow.

 "Some special occasion, sir?  Anything we can arrange for you?"

 Steve took out his wallet, counted out ten hundred dollar bills, and laid
them on the white tablecloth.

 "I need the patio to myself.can you spend the next forty five minutes or so
making that happen?"

 The waiter hesitated, then thought about his Visa bill.

 "I shall make it so, sir.  Can I get you or the young lady an appetizer of
any kind?  William tells me you are particularly fond of
franks-in-a-blanket."

 "Nothing, thanks.  Just a Jack Fondue for two."

 "Excellent, sir.  Nothing else?"

 "I will need the toy chest."

 "Very good."

 The waiter hurried off, a man with a purpose and a plan once again.

 Rachel, who had been smiling a Cheshire smile throughout Steve's
conversation with the waiter (Steve believed firmly that even though he
owned her, and even though she was his slave, his chattel, she could still
melt him like wax in the hot sun with that smile), said, "May I speak, Sir?"

 "Certainly."

 She laughed softly, easily, the laugh of a young woman-child who had little
fear of anything.."Dom '38.  Listen to you."

 "Hmmmmm?"

 "More like Dom 27."

Steve smiled.  He had always enjoyed Rachel's saucy style of humor.

 "Slave?"

 "Yes, Sir?"

 "SHHHHHH."

Rachel was silent.  Steve lowered his voice.

 "Slave, I want you to kneel to me underneath the table, and fellate me.
Wrap your lips around my erect cock.  You have a minute and a half to make
me come.  Fail and there will be punishment."

 Rachel obeyed, without hesitation getting down on her hands and knees under
the table and unzipping her Master's fly, freeing his six and a half inch,
three inch circumference penis from his silk boxers.  She kissed the tip,
and ran her red, painted, manicured nail along it.  She knew she didn't have
long.

  She had given head before-she enjoyed it, actually, and since Steve was
good sized but not enormous she could deep throat him without too much
trouble.  She took him into her, all the way into her, to the base of his
manhood.  She used her tongue, gliding it up and down and around his rock
hard shaft.  Moving her head, and using her tongue for finesse and a light
touch with her teeth for sensation, she thought she could do as he ordered.

 It was wonderful, heavenly, he thought.  She was the most incredible
fellatrix he had ever had.  She had a good sense of how to use all of her
mouth to first make him hard and then make him come.  He could feel her as
her soft lips caressed his cock and her tongue performed its sweet
ministrations.  He knew he didn't have long.  He spoke, and found that he
had trouble.

 "Sl.Sla.Slave."

 He looked down.  Had she heard him?

  Apparently not.  She was still busy.  He composed himself as best he could
and realized that at some point he was going to have to learn to give
commands while he was at the height of pleasure.  He had been in D/s
relationships with two other women, and had been a submissive-leaning switch
in one of them.  He was not the most experienced Dom in the world.

Slave.  You have thirty seconds."

  Rachel redoubled her efforts, working furiously.  He felt his orgasm
building in him, more and more powerfully.until he exploded.  He came in her
mouth, and he was gratified to see her gulp down his hot jets of  semen.
She put his penis back in his boxers and zipped his pants.

"Sit up, slave."  She did so.

     The waiter came by with a champagne bucket on a stand.  He popped the
cork on the bottle and set two glasses down.

    "Your food will be here in a few minutes.  Everything else is being
handled as you requested."

   "Thank you."

      Steve poured champagne for both of them.  He set a glass in front of
Rachel.  He grasped her hand gently and put her fingers around the stem of
the champagne flute.

     "A toast, my lover to be."

 Rachel and Steve lifted their glasses.

  "When a girl allows her maidenhead to be broken, and gives the gift of her
virginity to a man, it is not something she does lightly.  Therefore, you
honor me with your gift."

   He paused for a moment, then continued "And I accept that honor.  I also
know that the gift you give me you give because you love me completely,
respect me totally,  trust me utterly.  And you need to know that I have and
reciprocate those feelings for you.  That is the circle on which we live."

     Rachel was enraptured.  She could listen to her lover's voice
indefinitely, blindfolded, becoming hotter and wetter by the moment.

   "So my toast.  To love, to respect, and to trust.  And to your passage,
from girl into womanhood."

     "HEAR HEAR!"  Both of them were surprised to hear couples at the tables
around them toast with them.  Steve had known that this restaurant in
general and the patio in particular was friendly to their kind, but he had
not realized it was quite that friendly.  He flushed, smiled, and clinked
his glass with Rachel's.

   "Drink darling.  Relax."

 A tall, dark haired man with a hint of silver at his temples, dressed in a
tuxedo, came over to their table.  A woman in an evening gown walked with
him.  Both of them wore broad, friendly smiles, the sort you might see on a
stranger who had just waved you across an intersection or picked you up
hitchhiking by the side of the road.

           They greeted Steve.  "Hello.I am Ryan Miller.  This is my
submissive Lady Miller."

  "Steve Travis-and this is my slave, Rachel. We are pleased to meet both of
you," said Steve, rather surprised at the man's boldness-but sensing
friendliness and concern in the man's speech.

     Lady Miller put her milk-white, braceleted arm out to touch Rachel on
the shoulder.

  "She is a gem, Steve.  You were right about the taking of her virginity
being an honor."

   "Thank you."

  Ryan Miller looked Steve steadily in the eyes.  "I don't wish to be rude,
but I am sort of the informal welcoming committee for D/s couples in this
area.  This town is not very large, and everybody in the scene sort of knows
everybody.  It is particularly good to see young people who are secure and
honest enough in their sexuality to be able do what we do."

      Steve smiled, as did Rachel.

   "There is one thing that I always tell people who are just starting out
on their journey.  For Heaven's sake, be careful and be safe.  Use a
safeword and always negotiate until you know each other well enough that
formal negotiation becomes unnecessary.  Educate yourselves.  There are so
many resources.and quick release snaps cost a dollar and a quarter at the
hardware store.  I don't want to sound obnoxious.  But every time a
policeman or first aid squad is called because someone has gotten in over
their head, it makes all of us look bad."

       Steve nodded.  "I will."

    Ryan continued. "Her safety should be paramount in your mind, even
before pleasure.  She is relying on you, putting her life in your hands.
You are responsible for everything that happens to her during a scene.  If
your relationship is 24/7 you are responsible for protecting her and
nurturing her submissive nature.  Do not ever forget that you need her as
badly as she needs you.  I have seen too many Doms forget it.  The results
are never pretty."

    "I..I understand."

  "Good."

    "Good to have met you, Mr. Miller."

 Ryan Miller laughed.  "Oh, Steve.  On the streets or in my office, yes, it
would be Mr. Miller.  But here it is just Ryan."

  "Good to have met you, Ryan.  And Lady Miller, you are enchanting."

  She laughed softly and offered her hand.  He realized what the appropriate
thing to do was about a second before he did it-and kissed her hand.

"So young, so innocently happy they are, Master!  So much to learn!"

   Ryan Miller kissed his woman on the cheek.  "They will learn, My
beauty.they will.but tonight is their night.  Let us intrude on it no
longer."

 And with that they walked off.

  The patio was beginning to clear now.William's work, he supposed.  Or
their waiter's.  It didn't matter to him.  Soon enough he would be making
love to her.  The thought made his cock stiffen and ache.

 The waiter brought their dinner.  Steve was careful, dipping each piece of
bread in the fondue before eating it himself or feeding Rachel.

        He looked at her and realized that he loved to watch her eat.and
that if the way she ate was anything like her ability to fuck, both of them
were in for a treat.  She did not so much eat her food as attack
it-masticating chunks of it and chewing it powerfully and gulping it down.
She ate like every meal was her last.  He would have to grill steak for her
sometime.  He would love to watch her eat something he had cooked; he knew
it would do his aching heart good.

 They finished eating.  The patio was empty, save for them.  They drank a
little more.made conversation.both of them were feeling relaxed from the
Champagne but they were both a little nervous.Steve wondering to himself if
everything was going the way he wanted it to go and Rachel happy but a
little jumpy-worried if she was pleasing him, being "submissive" enough, if
it would be too painful to feel good.well, on that last score, she figured,
she was all right.  Steve would never allow her first time not to feel good.
It just wouldn't be like him.

   During an appropriate break in the conversation, Steve reached over and
cupped Rachel's chin.  "You are so beautiful."

   Rachel giggled, a happy, girlish giggle.  It made Steve so aroused he
could barely contain himself.

  "My slave, I want you to stand up."

  Rachel stood. She understood that this was the real beginning of the night
for her.

  Steve stood behind her, placed his hands on his shoulders, and guided her
over to a railing at the edge of the patio.

    The restaurant was not just built on a cliff but on a summit; they were
high in the Georgia mountains and you could look out from the patio and see
the deep gorge below.  The toy chest was just to the left of them.

    Rachel felt the cool mountain breeze caress her bare breasts, so hardly
hidden as they were in the low cut neckline of her sheer dress.  He nipples
stiffened even more, if that was possible, and she knew it would hurt when
Steve took the nipple clamps off.  She heard Steve rummaging and felt
herself being cuffed to the railing.  Then she felt her ankles being
attached to a spreader bar.  She felt herself being spread wide, her sweet,
puckered asshole  being opened.  She needed him, needed his erect cock to
violate her, to  make her his.

  But he did not, immediately.

  "My baby," he said. "I want to describe the view from where we are, so you
can picture it in your mind.  We are perhaps fourteen hundred feet above the
floor of the gorge, where the river runs.  In fact, if you listen carefully,
you can hear the river rushing over the waterfall."  Here he paused for her
to listen.  In a moment he continued.

  "There is beautiful lush greenery below us, dogwoods, oaks, maples, and
kudzu.    But for the railing, there would be empty space.a fall would mean
freedom, and flying, yes, but it would end with a certain death."

  "My beautiful, beautiful Rachel.you must know that I will love you and
protect you always, and I will never let you fall.  Do you understand?"

She pondered his words. "Yes, my Master."

    "Good."

    He sighed.

            Then in one motion he took unzipped his pants and lowered his
silk boxers.  He raised her skirt to expose her white, firm, round ass. He
took the butt plug out of her and she sighed loudly.   He spread her ass
cheeks gently and His cock was rock hard as he lubricated her tiny rosette
bud.  He touched it with his fingers, causing her to moan aloud.  He stroked
it, helping her to relax.

       "Relax My slave, Relax your asshole for me.relax."  Her asshole
became open.   He grasped her hips and pulled himself into her. She cried
out.  He moved, back and forth, sliding his well lubed cock in to and out of
her incredibly tight ass.  The feeling was unbearably pleasant.the
rubbing..the sweet rubbing.she felt his cock filling her, rudely taking her.

 "Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!"  Both of them came explosively.  Steve shot hot
ropes of come all over her and Rachel was dripping wet with desire. Rachel
was most surprised by this; she had never known anal lovemaking could be
such a turn on.

 He held her a little, and then walked her back to the restaurant.

 "I know you must have questions, little one.  Just relax.  They will all be
answered in a moment.

 He led her down a set of stairs off to the left of the beaded curtain they
had come through.he had never been to this part of the club, only heard
about it.  He had wanted to give her an experience she would never
forget.but they were too hot to have Charlie take them to a hotel.  He had
thought about making it simple and having dinner and love in his apartment
(a one-room and a bathroom hovel that could be cleaned to hospitablity).

 She had a little trouble navigating the stairs in her four inch heels., but
they got down okay.  They were in a long, dimly lit hallway, like a hotel
corridor, with doors on either side.  Steve walked her down the hallway
until he found the room he had reserved.

 He opened the door and led her in.

In the room was a large, King sized bed, made up, and a toy chest. There was
a bathoom with a bright red bidet and a shower big enough for four people.

 He turned her around and took the blindfold off.  She looked around,
frightened at first.  He held her close to him, letting her get the feel of
the place.  He did not want her to do this because she was afraid of him or
their surroundings.  He wanted her to be completely comfortable.  He was not
even planning to bind her-he did not see the point at this stage of her
development.

 She looked at him with wonder in her eyes.

"Slave.  Look at me.  Look in my eyes.:

She looked at him.his deep, serious brown eyes, eyes that had power and
wildness in them.eyes that seemed to look at her soul.and she knew that he
would not be a gentle fuck like she had always believed she wanted.  This
was not a man who would be gentle.  This man would have her like a wild boar
in full rut.

  With one motion he pulled her dress over her head, leaving her completely
naked, save for the nipple clips which had given her such pain.  He
undressed quickly.  He undid her nipple clips and waited.  She smiled at
first, her body facing his, his hands wrapped around her naked waist and
hers on his shoulders.  Then her expression changed, as blood rushed into
her nipples and the pain became deep and clean.  When she thought she could
bear no more she cried out.

   "Oh Steve.Steve..dear God.please, Steve, make it stop.Steve.."

  He took her breasts in his hands, and stroked it, the soft skin, the firm
to the touch-but yielding flesh.  She moaned aloud.  He ran his fingertip in
soft circles around her aureoles, helping her to overcome the pain.  He
teased her nipple, and them bent down and inhaled it into his mouth.  He
flicked it with his tongue and massaged it.

 "Better?"He asked gently.

 She nodded.

    With that, he swept her into his arms, all five-foot-one, ninety six
pounds of her.  He laid her calmly down on the bed   He kissed her belly.
He knew that when she did have children (they had children) pregnancy would
only add to her already bright sexual glow.

  She was wet, her pussy was wet and slick and flowing.  He had forgotten
now about being Dom.he was completely focused on her and taking her.

He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her.  He used his lips to pry hers
open for a deep, loving, sensuous kiss-their tongues entwined like ribbons
of steel.

   He knelt between her legs and took a deep breath.  Then he touched the
tip of his cock to her hymen.and pushed.

  She felt a deep, powerful, exquisite pain as her hymen stretched and tore.
She cried out from the mix of pain and incredible pleasure.  She
instinctively wrapped her hands around his back as he began to piston inside
her, driving his shaft into her and pulling out with incredible intensity
and strength.  He was without mercy.  She was screaming now, biting his
shoulder to assimilate the pain.  She felt her orgasm building and
building..until she finally was unable to stop herself from coming.  She
exploded into orgasm, shaking and crying.  His orgasm followed..and she felt
his cock stiffen inside her for fifteen seconds, and then become soft.  He
stayed coupled and kissed her until her shaking went away.

   "Oh God, Steve.  Oh dear God.  You are my Master, my Master completely
and I love you completely, oh God..that was soooo good..

   Steve stroked her hair.her soft cinnamon hair."Yes, my slave, my Rachel.I
know I am.and you are my slave, my loving slave

  Not long after, Rachel fell asleep, pleasantly drifting off.  Steve lay
awake, thinking about all the loves he had had and all the wonderful times
that were to come.  An then he too, drifted off into a deep sleep, and both
of them slept completely and without dreams, and woke up in the morning to a
brighter world.

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