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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images : 0017 (MF MF BDSM Oral Humil)
Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 05:10:02 -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/


0017

(MF MF BDSM Oral Humil)

This time, Darren was in the same position she was, which made sense
considering they'd decided to do this together, the submission to the
Society.  They were both naked on their knees, their lower calves roped
together; their forearms also bound behind their backs.  C-clamps were
tightened down on their nipples, and chains run from them to a mason jar.

Every few minutes or so, someone would come up, drop some small change in
the jar, and jam their cock in her mouth.  Sometimes they'd let her do it,
but most of them just grabbed her long blonde hair, and fucked her face.
They'd come, in her or on her, and the next one would step up.

Darren was mostly doing women, and they took longer.  When is a woman
done coming anyway? It's not like with men.  So Allie had some hope
that she'd fill her jar before he did, even though it dragged down on
her breast more and more as the men lined up to get a blow.

This was their night as entertainment for the Society's club.  Each time
a pair of slaves was chosen to do whatever evil thing the dominants
from the Society wanted. Usually it was a competition between them,
and whoever won went -- mostly -- unbound for the day, and weren't as
restricted as normal.  The last time she'd won, Allie had spent the day
in bed masturbating over and over until she rubbed herself raw.

The next few days hadn't been very comfortable, but since the Society
didn't guarantee them orgasm (in fact, quite the opposite), it was well
worth it.  Of course, losing was much less pleasant.  The penalties
involved were painful and unpleasant.  And you were barred from orgasm
for a week or more, a punishment the Society reveled in.

Lately they had taken to pairing her with her husband.  If she won, he'd
be put into a male chastity belt, and whipped and caned.  Of course, if
she lost, then the same would happen to her.  Of course, she thought,
wily, he would never be able to take advantage of "orgasm day" as
fully as she could, and the thought of him bound, whipped, sent tingles
through her.

The man in her mouth came against the back of her throat, and she
dutifully swallowed.  She didn't care about the act anymore, but still
loved the feel of being used, of being forced to choose whether she or
her husband would be the one punished.  Of course, Darren faced the same
choices, and from the looks of things as he went down on Mistress Talia,
he enjoyed it well.

Talia shuddered in orgasm, and she dropped several coins in Darren's jar.
He winced at the new weight against his nipples, and Talia pulled him
back down to her cunt.  This wasn't the way it was supposed to work!
Allie looked down at her jar, barely half-full, and over at her husband's
which was at least three-quarters full!

Before she could react, there was tinkling of coins, and another cock at
her lips.  She sucked him as he fucked her mouth.  She realized she may
not win, and her pussy clenched.  Allie wasn't sure which she wanted.
If desire had been simple for her, she wouldn't have joined the Society.

Behind her, she felt the gentle caress of Mistress Marie.  "Suck well,
my darling, you have to get through a lot more men than your precious
husband.  I have a wager running on this, and if you fail me, well,
I'll make sure your punishment is exquisite."

Allie moaned around the cock, sucking harder, trying to get him off
faster and better.  Behind her, Mistress Marie cackled with glee.
Allie orgasmed as cum hit the back of her throat.





(C) GenericJoe, 2003
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/image0017.html

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