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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images : 0037 (FM? Bondage)
Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 15:10:03 -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/


0037

(FM? Bondage)

In the dream, she is tied down.  Sometimes with ropes, sometimes chains.
In one, strange panes of amber force wrapped around her arms, holding
down her arms and her legs.  In another, it's a magic spell.  She is
also afraid.

Someone has tied her down.  She isn't sure who -- she never remembers
that part.  Just that they have taken her, she remembers another dream,
where they were chasing her.  Unnamed enemies that chased her, subdued
her, tied her here, in this place (be it stone or tree or table or bench
or altar) and who mean her no good, no good at all.

And then she feels it, sliding over her, wet and warm.  Touching --
licking? -- her breasts, bringing her nipples to full hardness, causing
her to sigh deeply and struggle against the ropes. But not to struggle
to get away, to be closer, to have more. Yes, that's the way it is,
in the dream.

And then it slides down her body, over her belly, playing with her navel,
and then further down.  Through her pubic hair, to her secret place.
The ropes always tie her legs apart, exposing her secret place.  A shock
of fear flashes through her -- she can't see it, or him, or whatever it
is -- but she can feel it.  She can feel it as it teases her lips apart,
depositing moisture there.  Or taking advantage of her own moisture.

And then it is inside her, and she moans, and sighs, and pushes against
the ropes even harder, harder, trying to get more of it into her.

But it is slow, sliding in and out and in and out, faster and faster and
faster and faster.  And she is so close, so very close, and she feels it,
hot liquid against the inside of her.  And she's screaming out in orgasm.

And then it is gone.

And the ropes are gone. Or the chains, or the magic spell. And the rock
is gone or the table, and she is falling falling falling.

Awake, in her dark room.

She gasps, her sheets are wet with sweat and more than that.  She breathes
in deeply, calming herself, yet feeling so very good.  Finally, she goes
back to sleep.

In the dream, she is tied down.




(C) GenericJoe, 2003
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/image0037.html

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