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Subject: {ASSM} An X-mas Tale {Gamera} (M/F Ds nosex rom humour seasonal)
Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 19:10:07 -0500
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                         Disclaimer

Welcome to the world of alt.sex.stories where sixteen-year-
old girls have nothing better to do with their time than
chase adults to have sex with. The characters and events
that follow are not real and are the result of my
imagination. My imagination works this way because I am
under the curse of Satan; please pray for the deliverance
of my worthless soul. Don't read further if you fear just
damnation by governmental, parental, or godly authority.
If you are allergic to sex with minors, avoid this.  The only
thing worse than writing pornography (or my spelling)
is stealing intellectual property. Unauthorized
republishing is not allowed and will result in an eternity
spent in the seventh circle of hell, living in crap, and
turning into unlikely and hideous herptiles. It just ain't
worth it.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
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                          An X-mas Tale
                               by
                         Kenny N Gamera

Kristen knelt in complete silence along the wall with several
other slaves.  She had been nervous coming to the event, the
first she had attended with Master.  An annual holiday affair, he
had told her, just a get together of some old freinds and their
slaves.  She had grown even more nervous after their arrival,
finding herself amoung the cream of society.

The Masters and Mistresses freely wandered the room, followed by
slaves holding trays of snacks or beverages.  The  slaves against
the wall quietly talked amoung themselves except for those few
ordered to complete silence or those wearing some variety of gag.
Kristen at first glanced and then stared at the female-slave next
to her.

The woman wore a black dress that  clung to the glamourous curves
of her thin body.  A tight choker collar covered in small, cut
jewels surrounded her neck.  The dim light of the room danced off
the stones in a way that Kristen had never seen.  The tlght
braceletes around her wrists matched and also shone with, in all
appearence, their own light.

Kristen looked away and choked on a sigh.  She felt but resisted
an urge to feel the common, leather, petstore collar she wore
around her neck or look down at the cheap black dress she had
purchased from a clearance rack at the store where she worked
between classes.

Kristen looked instead to the sofa in front of the fire place
where Master held a short glass of ice bathed in scotch.  He sat
talking to an elegant and mature-looking woman in a simple, black
evening dress, with a smokey hose and conservative pumps.  They
looked very natural together, with Master in his freshly pressed
tuxedo and shoes she had faithfully polished herself.
I don't belong with these people, she thought with her eyes
closed.  Opening them, she looked back at her Master.  What does
He see in me, she asked herself.
Master looked over to the wall.  Seeing her gazing at him, he
smiled at Kristen.  He patted his thigh softly.  She got up and
ran over to him, returning to a kneeling position next to him.
He reached down and gave her long, dark hair a few gentle
strokes.

"So this is your new one?"

The elegent woman smiled at her, causing Kristen to bow her head.
The woman reached across Master's lap and took Kristen's chin in
her hand.  With a very slight pressure, she gently lifted
Kristen's face so that their eyes would look into the other's.


Master answered, "Yes.  Her name is Kristen."

"Your master is very taken with you."  Releasing her hold, the
woman stroked one of Kristen's dimpled cheeks.  "You are a very
fortunate young woman, Kristen.  Many wish to be in your place."

"Yes, Mistress.  Thank you, Mistress."

Master again ran his  hand through her hair.  Kristen turned to
look at him with her big, green eyes.  With a satisfied smile, he
told her she could go.  She stood and returned across the room to
the others.

As she lowered herself to her knees, she heard the woman next to
her say to a statuesque blond, "What are you getting your
Mistress this year, Alexis?"

"I am having something special made for her at my favourite
jewelers.   It'll have a star saphire that matches her eyes
prefectly and I don't know how many smaller stones on the neck
band."

"I am still thinking about getting my master an old sixty-eight
Mustang that a freind of mine is selling.  You know how he likes
his cars."

"I'm sending, Ahmed, to Mecca.  He hasn't gone there yet.
Besides, I will have to stay here," said a short-haired brunette.
She rubbed her buttocks.  "My backside can use the rest."

They all laughed loud enough to earn reproachful glare from a
couple of the Masters.  The three slaves bowed their heads in
contrition.  After the Masters had turned back to their
discussion, they moved close to each other and giggled discretely
into their hands like school girls.

The evening dragged on.  Master showed her to others.  They also
made appreiative comments.  Kristen thanked them each politely
and often with a slight blush on her plump cheeks, before
retreating back to evesdrop further on the gossip amoung the
slaves.  Time crawled, but finally, she looked up to see Master's
smiling down at her.

He reached down to her.  "Time for us to go, young lady."

"Yes, Master."

She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet.  He bent down
and put his lips to her forhead.  She blushed, making him chuckle
from within his chest.

"Don't ever change, my sweet Kristen."

"I won't, Master."

She followed him to the foyer.  Two slaves, both males dressed in
the classic style of butlers, brought their coats.  As one helped
Master into his heavy, top coat, the other helped Kristen into
her plain cloth jacket.  Her cheeks burned as she watched two
slaves in maid uniforms help the elegant Mistress Master had
flrst introduced her to and the slave with the gleaming collar
into long fur coats.

"I see you've grown tired of this evening as well," said the
Mistress to Master as she attached a chain to her slave's collar.

He nodded.  "Yes.  And I'm afraid I may have overdone it for poor
Kristen."

The Mistress smiled at her.  "Yes, she does seem to be very
quiet."

They stepped out onto the steps of the townhouse.  A gentle snow
fell.   The Mistress pulled a set of keys from her small purse.
With a push of a button, a rapid double beep pierced in the
night.

Master took Kristen by the hand.  They accompanied the Mistress
onto the sidewalk.  The other slave followed behind just far
enough to give her leash a slight slack.

"I am going to have a little get together after the holidays.
Something a little less formal," the Mistress said.  "Please,
bring Kristen.  I'll have Michelle introduce her around."

"I shall."

They stopped next to a silver Lexus.  The Mistress pressed
another button, and the car's trunk eased open.  She spoke her
slave's name as a command.  The woman reached up to undo the
clasp of the chain and climbed into the trunk.

The Mistress gave Master's  bemused smile a shrug and turned to
closed the trunk on her slave.

"I will e-mail you then."  She stepped around to the drlver's
door.   "Have a wonderful evening, Steven."

"You as well, Monica."

When the Mistress had pulled away, Master reached up and undid
her collar.  It slid from her neck.  He handed it to her.  As he
turned to hail a passing cab, Kristen put it into her pocket.

The cab pulled to the curb.  Master opened the door, and Kristen
stepped inside.  She moved to the far corner.  As he followed her
inside and gave the driver directions, she looked out her window.
They each held their peace, as the cab pulled into traffic.

"Monica gave me a job when I was just a snottie nosed ad major
fresh out of college.  She introduced me to bondage, too.  Even
sold me the contract of my first slave."  Master took her hand
and gave it a squeeze.  "She really liked you."

"I'm glad."

He studied her for a moment.

"She even made an offer for your contract."

"You've been awful quiet, all evening," he said.  " Are you
okay?"

"Yes, Master."  She sighed.  "I just felt a little ..."

"Overwhelmed?"  She nodded.  "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be, Master,"  she said in a loud voice.  The cab
driver's eyebrows arched.  Kristen blushed and continued in a
lower voice.  "I just didn't want to displease you."

"Never, my dear one.  I just should have never rushed you like
that."  The cab pulled in front of her building.  He kissed her
cheek.  "If you'd like, I could make my appologies to Monica
about her party."

"No, Master.  I will be able to go."  She looked into his eyes
and saw the disbelief.  "Please."

He frowned, and his voice grew stern.  "Very well, slave.  But
remember you asked for it."  He kissed her.  "Now, little one,
get inside before you cost me any more money."

She smiled at him and left in a rush.  It waited as she fumbled
with the lock and keys.  Only after she had shut the door behind
her, did the cab pull away.   Short moments later, she closed the
door to her apartment and flipped on the lights.  A sticky note
next to the switch told Kristen that her roommate  would be at
her boyfriend's.   She chained the door.

Reaching into her jacket pocket, she took out her collar and then
hung the coat on an empty hook.  She kicked her old dress shoes
from her feet ano into the corner.  Collar in hand, Kristen went
down the hall to her room.  She lifted the bargin rack dress over
her head.   With a flick of her wrist, it flew across the room.
It landed on the chair her parent's neighbors were going to throw
out.  It lay there for a moment before it slid into a heap on the
floor.

Beneath the dress, she had on nothing.  Nude, she walked to the
mirror hanging on her closet door.  She examined her body and
inventoried it in detail as she placed the collar back around her
neck.

She compared herself to each of the beautiful women at the party.
Her bust was too small.   Her legs were too thick.  Her butt was
too big.  She was nothing.  Just a poor, fat college student.

She walked to the light switch and flipped it off.  She climbed
into her bed.  She curled up, a hand touching her simple collar,
on old sheets given to her by her grandmother, and drifted to
sleep.

The alarm rang, and Kristen began the slow process of pulling
herself from sleep.  After the required number of snoozes, she
pulled herself from bed.  She quickly prepared herself for the
day, and after a swallow of tea and the last bite of her toast,
she left to catch the bus to work.

The shop had been open for several hours when she arrived for the
start of her shift.  The owner, Susan, was occupied with fitting
a customer for a dress.  Kristen  waved hello and began to
straighten a table of jeans a small troop of young teens.

By the time the customer left the store with her package, Kristen
had moved to a table of sweaters.  Her thoughts elsewhere, she
folded them and stacked them neatly by size.  Susan came over and
began to help.

"You seem to be pretty chipper for someone who went to a party
last night, Kristen."  Susan winked at her.  "I usaully expect my
employee' hang over on a saturday."

"Susan,you know I don't drink."  Kristen shrugged and added,
"Besides, it was that sort of party."

"Yes, I know, but I sometimes forget that you aren't the typical
college student.  I'm too used to girls like Beth."

"Beth isn't so bad."

Susan laughed.  "I'll remind you what you said the next time she
keeps you up all night belore a test."

"I mean besides that," said Kristen with a stuck out tongue for
puncuation.

"I know.  It just that you are so much more mature.  I'd still be
bitching at Beth to start the jeans ano you've already started on
the sweaters."

Kristen started to protest, but Susan continued, "It'd be nice to
see you misbehave a little more.  Just to know you are nineteen."

"Okay," Kristen said with giggle .  "I'll just come in to work
Monday drunk."

Susan giggled as well.  "Good for you.

"Oh, have you heard about your painting yet."

"No, Professer Russell won't have our grades ready for a week.  I
should be able to get it for you when he does."

"How many times do I need to tell you that I'm not in a hurry,
Kristen.  As long as I can get it in time to give it to my
husband for Christmas.  I can give you the check for it now if
you need it."

"I told you it was yours for posing, Susan.  You don't need to
pay me for it."

"Kristen." Susan's voice changed a little; it had a hint of the
force that Master's dungeon voice carried.  "You can't afford to
refuse it."

Susan continued with a softer tone.  "I have a store that is
somehow making money faster than I could ever spend it.  Plus,
I've got a wealthy, old fashioned husband who won't let me spend
a penny because that's his job.  I should at least be able to buy
him a nude portrait of myself painted by a straving young
artist."

"Yes, ma'am," Kristen said, her eyes downcast and tone meek.  She
felt bad, but she could use the money.  If she put it away, she
could take the bus home to see her parents over springbreak.  It
uould help make up for missing the holidays again.

A customer walked to the counter with a pair of pants in his
hand.  Leaving the younger woman to finish with the
straightening, Susan went to ring up the purchase.  Kristen
mindlessly did her work.

After finishing uith the sale, Susan excused herself to the back
office to do paperwork.  Kristen continued to do little things to
keep the store neat.  A couple coworkers (young high school
girls) arrived.  After saying their hellos, they went to the
counter and begain to chatter with each other.

The hours passed.

She had just finished measuring someone for a shirt and helped
him make a selection when she noticed Master entering the store.
He made quick scan of the store, smiling when he noticed her
waving.  He walked around the tables she had worked on earlier
and strided across the store to where she stood.  They met in a
publicly acceptable hug.  Their lips touched then parted.

"Hello," he said to her.  "How's work been going."

Kristen shrugged inside his embrace and replied, "Worky."  She
smiled.  "'Bout as good as work gets."

"I can guess."  He stared down into her green eyes.  "I can also
guess you are ready for lunch by now."

Kristen nodded.  "I'll just need to check with Susan and let her
know."

She slid from his arms and headed to the back.  Master turned to
follow.  As her hand swung back, he took hold of it.  With one
long step, he came even with her.  She smiled at him.  He
returned it with a kiss on her forhead.

Karen leaned into the open doorway of Susan's office.  "Knock.
Knock."

Susan looked up from her lap top.  "What's up, Karen?"

"I just wanted to know if I could go to lunch now."

Susan looked at the time at the bottom of the screen and rolled
her eyes.  She shut the computer down and pushed herself away
from the desk.  Shaking her head, she stood up.

"What am I going to do with you, young lady?  You should've gone
to lunch an hour ago."

Master stuck his head in.  "But I just got here."

"Oh, hi there, Steve.  Can you get her out of here?"

"That's the plan, Susan."  He wrapped his arm around Kristen's
waist.

"Good."  Susan moved around the pair.  "Now, get going while I
see if I can get the girls working."

Master and Kristen left for the food court.  After getting
something to eat, they found a place to sit.  Kristen used her
chop sticks to stir her noodles.  Master studied her as he took
the first blte of his spicy beef.

"And where is my Kristen, right now."

She looked up at him and, uith a smile said, "Eating chinese in
the mall food court."

He laughed then reached over and kissed her.

"I asked for that one."  He took Kristen's hand.  "I was just
wondering what you were thinking about."

"Just stuff. You know, school and work and stuff like that," she
lied. "Nothing important."

"Okay,"  Master said before popping a flouret of brocoli into his
mouth.  "If you say so."

"I do.  So there." She stuck out her tongue.

"I know a little girl who is forgetting her place."

"Really?"  Kristen reached her chop sticks into Master's plate
and stole a ribbon of meat that she popped into her mouth.  As
she chewed, she said,  "Maybe she needs to be punished?"

"Hmmm!  Could be."  Master took a noodle and bit of cabbage from
Kristen's tray.  "She is a little brat."

"Who's a little brat," she asked with mock defensiveness.

"Just some girl I know."

"Have I met this girl?"

Master shrugged.  "You may've.  Especially, if you've looked in
the mirror lately."

"Hey!" Her voice attracted a few stares.  She continued more
softly, "I'm going to get a spanking, aren't I?"

He studied her face a moment.  She looked up to him with her best
big-sad-eyes look.

"Please."

"Maybe, if you promise to be good little slave girl."

"Thank you, Master."  Together they laughed.  After they had
finished, Kristen said, "Sounds a little twisted, doesn't it?
Getting a spanking for being good."

"Yes.  But that's what I like about you.  Not only are you sweet,
but you're still a little twisted."  Master winked at her.  "Now,
hurry up and finish your lunch so I can get you back to work."

"Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master."

"And not in public, little one."

"Of course, Master."

Master sighed.  "You, young lady, are a brat."

"Does that mean I don't get that spanking?"

"Yes," he said.  He waited to give Kristen a chance to start a
pout.  "You might get a caning instead."

A grin spread across Kristen's face.  She never seemed to give
him enough excuses to cane her.  While she hadn't developed a
fondnesss for the exercise, she did like the way it made Master
excited.

"Goodie."

Master brought his hands together.  His face dropped into the
open palms.  His head wiggled left and right as a muffled
moan/groan escaped his lips.

"I've destroyed a sweet innocent and created a total prevert."

Again, they shared a laugh, after which they made plans for the
evening.   As one spoke, the other ate, not necessarily from the
right order.  Soon, the styrofoam plates were empty and disposed
of.  With his arm around her shoulder and her's around his waist,
they walked back to the store.

"Have you thought about my offer?"

Kristen shook her head.  "I don't need to.  I'm saving a little
money here and there so I can go home during spring break.  But
until then..."

She shrugged.  "My mother understands.  Neither of us has the
money."

"I do."  He sounded a little like a school boy; his voice was
soft with a hint of meek.  To Kristen, the invitation was
obivous.

"Steve."  His name felt strange to his mouth.  "I need to do this
myself."

He pulled her tight against himself.  She could almost feel the
foot furthest from him lift from the ground.  "I know.  Trust me;
I do.  After all, I've quit trying to pay your tuition but this
would be different."

"Not really."

"It'd be..."

"Steven, please."  She swallowed hard.  "I've made up my mind on
this."

"Sorry, little one."

She stopped, which forced him to stop as well.  Without forcing
either to let the other go, Kristen turned so they were face to
face, their bodies touching. She looked up into his eyes.

"I love you, Master."

They kissed with just their lips.  It did not last long, and in
moments, Kristen was back to work.  She caugut up with the mess
that had accumuliated while she was gone.  As she folded wadded
clothing from the fitting room floor, she thought about Master's
attempts at a gift's.

She knew that if he bought her a ticket home, that it wouldn't be
the same as if he helped pay for school; it's just that she
couldn't get him anything.  She thought back to the party and the
other slave girls.  She could never buy Master a car or a trip.
She doubted that she could buy him much of anything for Christmas
this year.

Susan came over once the fitting rooms were cleared.

"Kristen.  We got a shipment of gift sets yesterday.  Could you
put them out?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She went to the stockroom and loaded three cardboard cartons onto
a dolly.  She wheeled them to an empty table near the register.
She used her keys to cut the tape on the first box.  She began to
pull out and arrange on the table  its contents, mostly the sort
of cheap plastic gadgets most people use to stuff Christmas
stockings.

She laughed as she stacked several boxes of motorized tie holders
next to a stack of corkscrew sets, conplete with foil cutters and
little towels.  The rest was simular junk.  The last carton held
mostly plug-in coffee mug warmers.

She couldn't believe the other item.  It wasn't something she
would think someone would give a love one.  Maybe a gag gift,
but...

She grinned and chuckled loud enough to draw stares from her co-
workers.  She set one aside and completed the display in time to
punch out.  She got her coat and purse.  On her way out, she made
her purchase.

She showered, shaved, and did the other 'sh' thing.  Her roommate
came into the apartment while Kristen dressed for her date with
Master.  They caught up in front of syndicated reruns.  Somewhere
in the live giggles and canned laughtracks, Master arrived.

They had a nice dinner together.  After that, they went to the
coffee shop where they met.  One of her paintings that she had
hung there had sold, so she bought coffee and a cheesecake slice
that they shared.  He took her home and they watched a movie with
her roommate.  He went home after a long kiss.

The weeks prior to Christmas passed.  Kristen's professor
returned the painting.  It was giving to Susan, and with a
minimum of arm twisting, Kristen accepted Susan's check.  Her
roommate left for home.  Kristen fed her cat and watered her
plants.  She found a necklace for her mother that Master sent
home for her.  She bought Master a couple of music disks.

She spent Christmas eve at Master's appartment after they had
gone to midnight mass.   Despite having gone to bed late, they
still woke up early in the morning.  Master scrambled eggs while
Kristen made coffee and toast, buttering the finished slices
while she waited for the toaster.

They sat down to the radio playing an automated tape of Christmas
music.  After they finished breakfast and put their plates in the
dishwasher, each took a fresh mug of coffee to the livingroom.
Master placed a log in the fireplace and sat next to Kristen.

Kristen reached behind the coach.  She brought out a small gift
bag. With a florish, she handed Master the package.  He looked at
the package for a second and then back to Kristen.

"I thought I told you just to get me a couple CDs."

"Yes, Master."  Her eyes were turned down, but she wore a smile.
"It's something special.  I saw it at work and thought of you."

"Oh?" Master arched an eyebrow.

"Yes." She held it out to him.

Master took the bag.  Slowly, he removed the tissue a piece at a
time.  He placed each on the coffee table.  After he had taken
out the last one, he reached inside.  He pulled out a small
rectangular box.  He stared at it.

"Thought of me, eh?"

"Yes, Master."

He dropped the box to the floor.

"An electric nose hair trimmer?"

"Yes, Master."

He glanced back at the box. He let loose a long sigh.

"Kristen."

"Yes, Master?"

"Get the cane."

"Yes, Master."

**********

Two weeks later, Kristen stood next to the bar at Mistress
Monica's party.  She was thankful that she wasn't sitting on her
still painful rear.  Mistress Monica's slave, Michelle, poured her a soda
water.

"Your master seems to have a big smile.  You must have given him
something special for Christmas."

Kristen smiled.  After a sip of her drink, she answered.

"I gave him a reason to punish me."

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