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Subject: {ASSM} [BFSFS] Requital (FM, femdom)
Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2003 15:10:06 -0500
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Requital, by JD Socab
In the blue vestibule, still waiting for Missy. The concierge
returns to the door and taps with his ring finger, waves 2 flat
hands over each other - no go. Back at the apartment, something
is strange. Mailbox empty, and walking up the narrow stairs
there is a draft, strange at this hour. Missy's scent. Hands
over my eyes, they smell like sweet grapefruit or bubblegum.
They switch for a blindfold, my wrists are drawn back and cuffed,
a rubber mass pushes my lips open. Then a voice, not Missy's,
but familiar - a deep raspy smoker's voice - "You asked for it,
didn't you." My brow and pits bead up, though the draft is still
there. Hands unbuckle my belt and tug my slacks, 3 or 4 tugs, to
my ankles - callous, clumsy tugs, and i can smell a burning
cigarette. My jaw begins to echo the ache in my groin, somehow
working together, the two persistent, dull pressures. The voice
is a whisper now, not raspy, smelling of wine: "We'll need a
hard-on, now sweets. Can you do that?" I can see Missy, that
mouth - it floats on her face, puckers, lets the tongue peep out
- drinking, brooding. If she smoked, i believe she would cup the
filter with that tongue. A hand pushes my balls up into the gut,
I fall backwards. "Do you remember me?" comes that voice from
somewhere.
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