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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images : 0007 (MF MDom Bondage)
Date: Tue,  1 Jul 2003 11:10:02 -0400
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Images by GenericJoe <genericjoe.org>

In deference to short pieces, to Suki's images from when I was first
finding my bdsm-self, I am going to work on a series of images, most
of which will have a bdsm theme of some kind or another, all short.
At least three a week (but I'd love to do them daily.)

As they are posted, the images will be archived at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/


0007 (MF MDom Bondage) I moaned around the cock-shaped gag stuffed inside
my mouth, moaning because of the cock shaped dildos stuffed in my cunt
and ass, buzzing slowly.  The blindfold didn't block all the light - out
of the corner of my eye I saw him, as he walked around me, whip in hand.
He cracked the whip, but he hadn't struck me yet.

The latex was hot against my skin.  When you wear clothes, you forget
you are wearing them, they might press here and there against you,
but you don't think about the cotton fibers brushing against your skin,
smooth and soft against your breasts and arms and cunt.

But the latex catsuit -- the one that barely fit, that I had struggled
into for him -- pressed against my sweaty skin.  His touch, as he bound
me, was remembered by the skin beneath the latex. By my breasts, open
to the air. He thrummed the cord tied to the nipple rings, pulling my
breasts painfully up and out, targets for his whip.

I struggled against the bonds, the suit and ropes I was wrapped up in.
I couldn't move. I could feel every inch of my skin.  My ass, pressed
into tight latex, my breasts and cunt open to the air.  There are breezes
everywhere, just him moving around me, stirring up the air.  But it is
like a distant caress, the tendrils of his presence touching, teasing me.

I wanted him to touch me. Every acre of my skin longed for his touch,
his caress,  for him to strike me, hurt me, if only he would touch me.

Out of the corner of my eye, he passed my vision: a darkness blocking
out what little light I had.  He cracked the whip.  The dildos buzzed.

Still, he did not touch me.

I moaned against the gag in my mouth.  (C) GenericJoe, 2003
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/image0007.html

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