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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Morning {Chew Toy} (mc, hyp, rom, Fm, fd, mast)
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 06:10:07 -0400
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Morning (mc, rom, Fm, fd, mast)

Copyright (C) 2003 by Chew Toy (wellgnawed@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The usual disclaimers and warnings apply. The characters in this 
story
have sex; if that offends you or for some reason you are Not Allowed to read
about such things, stop now. The events in this story might not be moral or 
even
possible; the point is to give you a hot fantasy, not a blueprint for life.

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  I woke up on the floor.  Not a position I usually sleep in, though on hot
nights I have been known to slide partway off the bed in my thrashing 
attempts
to kick off the covers.

  Then I realized it wasn't *my* floor.

  "Good morning, sleepy-head!"  called a voice from the bedroom doorway.

  I looked up and saw Meg.  Meg!  My dream girl.  Who I'd met just last 
night at
a party, and spent the whole night talking with, and wound up... somehow 
wound
up...

  I looked up confusedly.  "Um, I'm sorry, did I...?"

  She laughed.  "It's ok, I didn't mind you sleeping at my feet.  Come get
breakfast."  Then she disappeared into the next room.

  So we hadn't slept together-- I'd slept at the foot of her bed like a 
puppy
dog.  The thought was still strangely sexy.

  Over oatmeal and coffee-- lots of milk and sugar in both-- I tried to 
collect
my wits.  Though they scattered again whenever she smiled at me.  My dream 
girl.
I could just stare into her eyes forever...

  "Helloo, still in there?"  She was waving a hand in front of my face.

  "Um, yes, sorry," I said.  "Just, um..."

  She laughed again.  "You're so cute when you're spacey."

  I snorted sheepishly.

  "Now, I have a little time before I have to go to class, and" she got up 
from
the table and came around to my side, "I know how I want to fill it."  She 
bent
down and captured my lips with hers.  Hand wrapping itself in my shirt, she
pulled me out of my chair as her tongue thrust into my mouth.  Still pulling 
me
towards her, she backed up to a sofa, and sat on the back of it, lifting her
legs to wrap them around my body and pull me closer.

  I kissed a line down her neck as her hands slid under my shirt, fingers
digging into the muscles of my back and pulling me tighter against her body.
I caressed her back through her shirt, and she reached out to grab my hands 
and
guide them underneath, to the bare skin of her waist and belly.  I reached a
hand up and bent my head down, and my lips and fingers found at the same 
time
that she had no bra on under the thin t-shirt.

  She slowly slid and fell back, pulling me over the back of the sofa with 
her,
and I was on top of her, between her legs and pressed hard against her, 
mouth
finding her nipple under a lifted-up shirt as her nails raked into my 
back...

  And an alarm went off.  Bee-beep!  Bee-beep!  Bee-beep!

  She stopped.  "Damn.  Have to get to class."  She kissed me lightly on the
nose and disentangled herself, touching an alarm clock on the table to still
the noise.  Smoothing her shirt, she disappeared into the bedroom and came
back with a book bag.

  "So," she said, catching my eye with hers and grinning, "I've decided to 
try
you out.  There are some rules in a note on the table.  Read that before you
leave, and take it with you.  Feel free to let yourself out, just make sure
the door locks behind you.  And be back here tonight at 8, ok?"

  "Yes, Meg," I said instantly.  I blinked.

  Her grin widened.  "Good boy," she said.  She grabbed my shirt and pulled 
me
forward to melt her mouth into mine, her lips and tongue so soft... and 
then,
with a last lingering look into her eyes as she backed out the door... she
was gone.

  My head was spinning and humming after the last kiss.  I sat down and
continued to feel her lips on mine.  Idly I wondered at my speedy 
acquiesence
to her last words-- eager as I was to see her again.  I sat down on the 
couch
and picked up the note on the coffee table.

      Dear John, [it read]

        Do you remember when I hypnotised you at the party last night?  I'm
    sure a lot of the details are fuzzy in your mind, but you remember my
    pocket watch, because you asked if I could hypnotise people with it.
    And I swung it in front of your eyes, back and forth, and you watched 
it,
    back and forth, swinging back and forth.  You were a very good subject,
    and one of the interesting things about hypnosis is how easy it is to
    go back into a trance now, while you are remembering how it feels to go
    under, your body starting to relax and settle into your seat, your
    breathing slowing down, your eyelids starting to droop but you are
    keeping them open until I let you close them, your eyes locked open as
    you take in my words... you watch the chain swinging and your body is
    feeling heavy and numb, so relaxed, as you remember my voice counting
    down, and you imagine walking down a warm dark staircase, becoming more
    relaxed with each step that you take down, 10 steps left to go until you
    reach the bottom and deep, deep hypnosis.  You remember how good it 
feels
    to have 9 steps left until deep, deep hypnosis.  You know how much 
deeper
    you can go in 8 more steps, a much deeper trance each time I hypnotise
    you.  In 7 more steps you will feel so relaxed and wonderful that it's
    only natural that you will do as I say.  In 6 more steps you will do
    anything I say, and feel so good to be in deep, deep hypnosis.  In 5 
more
    steps you will leave all the thinking to me, and enjoy being in such a
    deep relaxing trance.  In 4 more steps you will just sink into trance,
    no matter what you do, and it feels so good to give in.  In 3 more steps
    you are feeling so obedient, and you don't even need to think about how
    in 2 more steps you are not thinking at all, and in 1 more step it feels
    so good to just give in, relax, and surrender, because in 0 more steps
    you are so deeply, profoundly hypnotised.

        Now I know how much you love to be hypnotised by your dream girl,
    and I have always been your dream girl.  But if you want to be with your
    dream girl you will need to follow a few rules.  I am going to tell you
    these rules now.  You may not consciously remember all of them, but your
    subconscious mind knows how important it is to follow all of my rules.

        10.  When I count down like this, you go into a deeper trance with
           each number.
         9.  You know you want me.
         8.  You will eagerly make your body available to me, but you will
           wait for me to initiate any new intimacy.
         7.  It turns you on to obey me.
         6.  It turns you on even more when I manipulate and use you.
         5.  When I tell you to do something, you say "Yes, Meg" before you
           can think about it.
         4.  The words "Yes, Meg" are a signal to yourself that make you
           realize you have accepted and completely agreed with my command.
         3.  You love to say "Yes, Meg."
         2.  You will not remember

  Weird note.  There was something really funny about it, but I didn't feel
like thinking about it right then.  I folded it up and stuck it in a pocket.

  I thought about my schedule for the day.  I'd missed my earliest class...
not that I could bring myself to mind.  But that meant I had a little time
to get back to my apartment, pick up my books, maybe grab a quick shower,
and change clothes.

  I wondered where Meg had thrown her clothes from the night before.  I
imagined burying my head in her cast-off clothing and filling my lungs with
the sent of her.  I blushed.  It sounded really strange and... kinky, when I
thought about it, but also incredibly appealing somehow.  The scent of her
body... I went back into the bedroom.

  On the floor by the foot of the bed, where I'd woken up just a little
earlier, was a pair of black lacy panties.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and picked them up.  They were still warm
from her body.  Slowly, I brought them towards my nose.  I smelled her
perfume.  In the waistband, in the large span of cloth that covered her
exquisite ass... faint traces of the scent made by the perfume she wore
after it reacted with her body.

  And the front...

  I realized I was very turned on, still, from when we'd made out on the
couch.  When I'd kissed her and caressed her bare breasts.

  I unzipped my pants and slid my hand inside.

  It seemed as if the front of the panties were damp, unless I was just
imagining that, wanting her to have been as turned on as I was now.
Wanting her to be wet for me, ready to spread her legs apart and let me
kneel between them as she lay back on the bed, bend my head down to her
body and lick, tasting the musky juices of her pussy, serving her as she
moaned and writhed, licking and rubbing her clit from side to side until
she threw her head back and yelled in ecstasy.  I had her panties against
my nose as I pictured the scene, and as I got closer to coming I knew I
had to put them down against my cock, and come into her panties, the
juices of her body rubbing all over me...

  I clenched, and froze, and shuddered, and whispered "Meg!" as I came.

  Half wanting to stay forever, I dreamily cleaned myself off, put her
underwear in the hamper, left the apartment, and closed the door behind
me.

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