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Subject: {ASSM} Rendezvous With Serendipity Ch 4 - by bonkgirl (M/f, blackmail, humil, nc, anal)
Date: Sun,  1 Jun 2003 06:10:05 -0400
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Hello,

The story you are about to read is a work of fiction. Certain elements
are loosely based on real people and real events however they've been
embellished for dramatic effect and all names of people, places and
other identifying details have been changed. This and many of the
stories I write contain themes of non-consensual sex and forced
submission along with blackmail and other activities which are illegal
in real life. Please note that the real events surrounding everything
written by me were all entirely legal and all people participating did
so within the framework of "safe, sane and consensual" as defined
within the BDSM scene to which I belonged when the events took place.
I hope you enjoy my tales. All feedback may be addressed either to
alt.sex.stories.d or by email to bonkgirl@[NO-SPAM]yahoo.com

Adrianna
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Rendezvous With Serendipity - Chapter 4 (Final)

Steve left me alone to climb out of the laundry tub and dry
myself with a towel he'd left for me. I could barely stand; my
knees threatening to buckle and collapse under my unsteady
weight; my mind still fuzzy and disorientated by the profound
orgasm I'd just experienced. I had no idea of the time but I
felt certain I had to return to my office as soon as possible
lest I draw any unnecessary attention to myself following my
surreal lunchtime encounter with Steve; this man who less than
twenty four hours earlier had been nothing more than the
occasional object of unusual fantasies played out in the secrecy
of my own mind; this man who I had long suspected of having his
own fantasies involving me and who regularly made sexual
innuendo propositions to me but whose advances I always politely
rejected. In less than twenty four hours he'd had me in ways
neither of us probably ever imagined would ever happen outside
of our fantasies.

When I found Steve again he was out the back of his shed busying
himself with a tractor-mower. I stood there still naked and
waiting for him to acknowledge me; timidly unsure of whether to
say anything or not. Eventually he looked up and smiled. He
smiled as if nothing had happened. Oddly enough his smile
relaxed me a little, making me think that maybe my whole ordeal
was now over; that my secret would remain safe and that our
working relationship would return to the way it was before.

Steve stood up from the small tractor and walked over to stand
beside me. I blushed when he started complimenting me for the
way I aroused him. He ignored me when I mentioned I would have
to get back to my office; that he'd have to return my clothes.
Instead he reached out and gently clamped his hands front and
back of me; one hand cupped softly but firm over my bushy mound;
his other caressing my bare bottom and eventually slipping down
so that he could tickle my anus with a finger.

I quietly protested about the lateness of the time and the urgency I
felt to get back to my office but otherwise did nothing to escape his
hands as they held me. Each time his finger pressed up into the
crater of my anus wriggled, the ticklish irritation made me
twitch and jerk my pussy into his other hand. The sensations of
his fingers against my still sensitive clitoris made me acutely
aware that perhaps I hadn't quite finished orgasming like I
thought I had. I grabbed hold of his wrist with both hands to
balance myself.

"Do you ever stop cuming?" he asked, clearly amused by the way
he'd been so easily able to set my hips gently rocking between
his hands. I just blushed, not able to answer honestly or
otherwise. I didn't want to be obvious about it, but I could
also feel his finger tip discreetly trying to press past the
puckered rubberiness of my anus and I gently pressed back a bit
harder each time his other fingers probed my clitoris.

He didn't penetrate my back passage any deeper than the tip of
his finger, but it was enough to send stars flashing before my
eyes. I gasped and moaned quietly, enjoying the sandwiched
feeling between his two hands. He pressed his hands together
harder; the realization he was fingering both my holes together
making me more giddy and unsteady on my feet. But it had to
stop. I had to say no and resist.

Steve kept me there on my tip-toes for a minute or so, threatening to
make me orgasm yet again but eventually releasing his grip on me;
allowing me a moment to regain my balance before finally removing his
hands completely. He pointed me to my skirt and blouse. I didn't want
to get dressed again and could quite easily have spent the rest of the
afternoon letting him use me in any way he desired. But I had to get
back to the office.

The final little thing he left me to think about for the rest of
the day was in my shoes. Not more of his filthy jism, like he'd
filled one of my shoes with in the morning; something worse.
When I first slipped on my shoes I thought I had a sharp stone
in the heel and I quickly removed it again to look. I couldn't
see it immediately but when I did, Steve laughed and told me to
ignore it. "You'll just have to walk around on tippy-toes for
the rest of the day!" he joked. What he'd done was to somehow
spike the insides of the heels of my shoes with small,
needle-like tacks. There probably wasn't more than a sixteenth
of an inch of point coming through the leather inner but it was
enough to keep me off my heels when I walked. Even now, I can't
help but think how wickedly devious he was to torture me in such
a subtle way. I do believe today isn't going to be the last day
I'm forced to surrender to Steve. And all because he happened to
catch me posing nude for Jeremy's life drawing classes over at
the college. It really IS serendipity...

--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.

"Serendip is not reached by plotting a course for it. Instead you must
set out in good faith and lose your bearings serendipitously" - from
The Sinbad Saga

http://profiles.yahoo.com/bonkgirl

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