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Subject: {ASSM} Vision (D/s, M/F)
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VISION


My throat, fully covered by a wide leather collar.  

My nipples, fully erect, each surrounded by small wooden clothespins.  

My breasts, outlined by thick red rope which makes them seem larger than
they actually are.  

My head, resting upon a single pillow while encased within a hood, the eye
coverings attached but the mouth covering removed.  

My jaw, spread as wide as possible by a ring gag.  

My mouth, nicely filled by a longer-than-average penis gag which my tongue
constantly caresses.  

My wrists and my ankles, each encased within a wide, thick leather cuff,
itself attached with a heavy chain to a hook underneath each corner of the
bed.  

My sex, completely shaved, filled with a thick vibrator which is held
within me by several wide strips of duct tape.  

My body, naked, covered with a thick layer of sweat, beautifully-marked
from earlier floggings, twisting and bucking fiercely from the combination
of the buzzing within and the near-constant drips of hot red wax from
above.  

My voice, muffled by the penis gag, extremely erotic in its reactions to
the vibrator and the wax.  

My voice, ringing unhindered as the climax rapidly approaches, my Mater
plunging ever deeper into my core, painfully yanking my head upward by my
long hair, ordering me to continue watching the videotape of a recent play
session even as my arms collapse and my chest drops unceremoniously onto
the cold countertop.  

My vision of a fine evening, should I finally meet my fiercely-loving Master.

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            Wolf Feather 
       FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM
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What isn't remembered never happened
          - _Serial Experiments Lain_
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