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From: FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM (Wolf Feather)
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Subject: {ASSM} Bringing in the New Year
Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 21:10:02 -0500
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This one is short - VERY short - and sweet.  This is slightly modified from
the message section of a New Year e-card I sent to a dear friend earlier
today.  



Bringing in the New Year
Wolf Feather


On the roof of the castle's tallest tower, alexandra lays nude upon the
cold large stone table, her wrists and ankles shackled to leave her body
taut, with a thick and heavy chain wrapped several times around her torso
and the tabletop.  Hundreds of candles on tall thin stands burn along the
perimeter of the circular tower, even though the moonlight bathes her in
its silver-blue glow as it hides behind the thinnest of clouds.  

After perhaps several hours feeling nothing but the cold of the stone and
the chains and the cool caress of the mountaintop breeze, the heavy oak
door leading back down into the core of the castle opens with a loud and
eerie creak, causing alexandra's skin to crawl.  Moments later, He appears
at last, as nude as she yet carrying a large bullwhip in His hands.  

Her Master's appearance can only mean that the hour of midnight is near. 
 From the incredibly stern expression upon His face, He clearly intends to
begin the New Year by exerting His will upon the young slave.  As He stands
at last beside the large stone table, His expression softens at her
whispered plea for mercy.  He actually smiles a little, and, after a
dramaticf hesitation, sets the bullwhip underneath the table.  

Instead of an intensive whipping session to ring in the New Year - their
first as Master and slave, their first as husband and wife, their first as
lovers - their private celebration is to be much more intimate. 
alexandra's Master retrieves the key hidden underneath the tabletop and
soon releases her from her bonds.  As the air becomes cooler, they keep
each other warm upon the table, kissing, caressing, massaging, and making
love repeatedly, until the first rays of dawn illuminate the eastern sky...

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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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