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From: Rod Ramsey <rod_ramsey@yeahright.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} Initiation of Friday, JM(CE) (F/muses, voy)
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Hey Everyone,
This is the tale of a young woman who is granted musedom for
inspiring Arty <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/arty/www/friday/index.html>.
Enjoy,
Rod
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"Initiation of Friday, JM(CE)"
By Rod Ramsey
Poetry in motion. That's the only way to describe the scene.
Three naked muses lead a lovely young woman up the stone stairs.
I stand with the others, mortal and muse, as a hush falls over
the assembled crowd. Gently they pull the white robe from her
shoulders, revealing her body. The muses guide her to the alter,
gently laying her naked form on the oak planks. The two younger
muses take their places at the ends while the older one turns to
address the audience.
"Authors, brothers, sisters and distinguished guests, greetings,"
she says. "It is with great pleasure that we welcome Friday into
the family of muses."
Turning to face the alter she nods to the younger muses. They
begin a sensuous dance, slowly gyrating around the bemused woman.
Michelle hands Kira and Dana each a crystal carafe as they dance
past. Taking her own carafe in hand she stands before the woman,
a smile on her lips.
"Friday, do you accept the roll of muse?" she asks.
"Yes, Mistress," she replies as a thin stream of chocolate flows
from the carafe onto her stomach.
"Friday, as a muse do you agree to subject yourself to your
master?" Dana asks, slowly pouring chocolate onto her breasts.
"No not really," Friday replies with a giggle.
"Typical muse," I mutter to no one in particular.
"Friday, do you agree to forsake all other forms of expression to
further your master's artistry?" Kira asks.
As the syrup begins to tickle her thighs, Friday laughs out
loud. "Your joking right? I'm to good an author to give that up
for the sake of someone else?"
Michelle leans down and whispers something in Friday's ear. Her
hand teasing the young woman's chocolate covered breast. Friday
continues to giggle as they speak in quiet voices. I don't need
to hear the conversation, what muse has ever subjected herself to
such restrictions? Kira, for one, is fickle and never has.
Regaining her composure Friday looks to Kira and finally replies,
"Yes, Mistress. I agree to subject myself as a muse to the needs
and inspiration of my master." The smile on her lips gives lie to
her words.
As Michelle kneels next to Friday, her mouth descends to the
woman's breast. Dana leans over to take the second one in her
mouth as Kira parts Friday's legs. From my vantage point I catch
a glimpse of a chocolate coated vulva, seconds before Kira's
auburn hair blocks my view. Friday's form writhes on the alter
for the minutes that the other muses kiss and lick her body clean
of the sticky fluid. Her hips rise as Kira teases her clit, her
tongue flicking over the sensitive nubbin. "Oh, God! Yes," she
cries, her hands tangled in the other muses' hair, pulling them
tight against her breasts. Her body trembles and a low moan
escapes her lips as she reaches her climax. Michelle and Dana
disentangle themselves from Friday's hands as Kira laps up the
last of her juices.
Michelle turns to face the audience once more, "Brothers and
sisters, please join us to finish the ceremony and welcome
Friday, Junior Muse (Chocolate Edition)."
I join the line of muses and authors as they form up to kiss and
fondle the newest muse. My hand trails up her legs, sliding
between parted thighs. I take advantage and kiss Friday on the
lips, giving the girl a wink as I pass on. Kira gives me a kiss
as I descend the stairs, her breasts coated in a thin sheen of
chocolate that I will enjoy cleaning from her.
As the ceremony comes to an end Friday stands up with the help of
the other muses. Artyeleven climbs the stairs to take possession
of his muse. Friday in typical muse fashion gives him a broad
smile and vanishes.
--End--
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