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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images : 0009 (MFFF BDSM Fdom Voy)
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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/


0009 (MFFF BDSM Fdom Voy) Mistress had given Amy a break, and she was
on it when she heard a woman scream. She slipped between the walls into
the secret hiding places, to see what she could see.  Screaming women
weren't uncommon in Mistress' household, and Amy was glad, that for once,
it wasn't her.

Someone was playing piano, so she slipped to the hidden spying place
next to the conservatory.  A young man, with short dark hair sat naked
at the baby grand piano.  His back was bright red, and one of Mistress'
heavy leather floggers lay draped over the piano's mahogany lid.
Amy couldn't see the man's face, but she could tell where he was looking.

On the other side of the piano was a girl.  She looked to be about the
man's age, and she had long blonde hair that cascaded down her back.
Her hands were bound behind her back, her legs spread wide by a metal bar
attached to ankle cuffs.  Mistress stood next to her with a crop in her
hand.  There was an angry red line across the girl's large, firm breasts.

Amy smiled to herself as Mistress caught her eye and gave an almost
imperceptible nod. Knowing Mistress approved, she slid a hand inside her
skirt, to her moistening cunt.  This would be good, Mistress' games were
always good, unless you were the one under the lash.

"That was one," Mistress said to the man. "Look at this red line."
Mistress ran her hand over the woman's breasts, the woman whimpered.
"Make no more mistakes. If you continue like you have been, you won't be
able to see one line from another.  I'd continue to beat you, but it's
too obvious you enjoy it."   Mistress stole a glance at his crotch, and
Amy realized that the pianist must be hard, rampant and humiliated. She
moved her hand faster against her crotch.

The girl whimpered again.  "Please, Patrick, play well, like you did
for the Duke."

He nodded, and began to play again, a complex and beautiful piece.
His finger slipped, even Amy could tell it was a flat note.  Mistress
swung, bringing the crop cruelly down on the blonde's breasts.  "Mary,"
Patrick cried out, in the process making several other wrong notes.

Mistress swung three times more, and three more bright red marks appeared
on the Mary's breasts.  Amy felt her cunt begin to tighten, and slowed
her movements down.  She wanted to savor this for as long as her break
might last.

"I'd suggest you continue playing," Mistress said, twirling the crop
in her hand.  Her free hand cupped the blonde's breasts, and she licked
them as the young girl whimpered in pain.  "Your nipples are hard, Mary,
maybe you enjoy this too?"

"No no no no..." Mary pleaded, as her body betrayed her.  Amy orgasmed
as the young girl pleaded, a knuckle between her teeth, to keep her quiet.

"Play, Patrick," Mistress demanded.  "And get it right, or I'll keep
whipping your fiancée."

Patrick began playing again, and Amy realized her break was over.
Before Mistress could notice, she slipped away and back to her chores.
Maybe next time, she would be under the crop, or learning piano at
Mistress' careful hands.


(C) GenericJoe, 2003
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/image0009.html

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