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Subject: {ASSM} Avatar 4 (M/f, F/f, teen BDSM)
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Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2004 14:10:03 -0500
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Avatar Part 4

   Ken awoke to the dim light of early morning.  Glancing at the clock, he
saw it was 6 o'clock.  A little early, but not too bad.  He got up and
walked into the bathroom.

   While running the razor over his face, he glanced in the mirror and saw
the reflection of the digital clock on the shelf behind him.  He finished
shaving, frowned and turned around.  The clock said six o'clock.  PM.  Ken
grabbed a towel, left the bathroom and went into the living room.  The
clocks in there agreed with the time in the bathroom and a quick glance
showed that the dim light was that of the setting sun, not the rising sun.

   The previous night's activates came rushing back to him.  He stood stock
still as the feelings and thoughts of last night - not only the time with
Lea, but the time spent with Genie and Jane played through his brain.

   Ken walked over to the couch and sat down.  This was all a bit
overwhelming and he wasn't sure he believed his memories.  Of course, all
he had to do is look down at his finger and see Her ring.  It was there
copper and green, Her colors.  Finally, Ken's stomach started to growl and
as he stood and headed for the kitchen, the phone rang.  He detoured and
picked it up.

   "Hello?"

   "Hi," came a cheery voice from the other end.  "Missed you at work
today." It was Jane.  Ken found himself uncharacteristically shy.  While he
was sure she didn't remembered anything, his new found knowledge of her
true sexual nature made him feel awkward.

   "Um yeah.  Something came up last night, and I got in too late to come
to work."

   Jane gave a throaty little purr.  "Mmmm.  I wonder what it was that came
up?  I had all sorts of interesting dreams last night.  You were even in
them."

   Ken paled.  No way!  Lea assured him that Jane wouldn't remember a
thing! In a corner of his brain, he heard Lea's light laughter and the
words, "That's not exactly what I said."

   "Uh, Ken?  You still with me?"

   "Yeah, I'm sorry.  I just got up and haven't gotten my shower or food or
anything, I'm a little out of it.," he admitted.  That was an
understatement.

   "My, my.  Must have been some night.  Why don't you tell me about it
over dinner?"

   Ken had no intention of going to dinner with Jane.  They were coworkers
after all, and after last night, he needed a little time before facing her.
She was quite persuasive though, and he found himself agreeing to meet her
in half an hour at a restaurant near by.

   He showered, dressed and left, still in a bit of a fog.  It lifted
rapidly as he drove to the restaurant and he realized he felt good.  No, he
felt great.  He wondered though, what he should do about this dinner thing.
It wasn't too late to back out - he could call her cell phone.  But he had
the feeling that it would be a big mistake to do that.  He couldn't quite
define what sort of a mistake, but a mistake none the less.  He liked Jane,
more than a little.

   Ken knew that he needed some time to come to grips with the changes in
his life.  He knew with complete certainty that last night had not been a
dream and that his life had changed in some very fundamental, and mostly
unknown, ways.  Well, he'd call in sick tomorrow as well.  Take the day. 
Spend it on the beach or something.  True, it would be a Mental Health day,
but fuck it.  One didn't meet a Goddess every day.  It occurred to him that
he didn't know how to contact Lea.  Perhaps she could only come to him in
dreams?  No, that wasn't right.  She'd be there in person at the mall.

   He was still thinking about it when he pulled into the parking lot.  The
restaurant was dim and, unfortunately, the bar was right near the front -
which meant that the air was filled with cigarette smoke.  Ken was not into
smoking and the smell made him wrinkle his nose as he scanned the area for
Jane.  He spotted her, there was a guy with her at the bar.  She saw him,
smiled and waved him over.

   Ken was surprised to see her with someone.  She hadn't told him that
there would be three for dinner, plus he knew that she was currently seeing
a woman.  The man frowned as Ken approached and Jane stood giving him a
hug.

   This was sort of a surprise, but her body was warm and firm and he
hugged her back.  Her scent brought back memories of last night, which
started to have an effect on his cock.

   "Ahem," came the noise of the man clearing his throat.  "The lady and I
were having a conversation."

   Jane release Ken and turned toward the man, "You were having a
conversation.  I was waiting for someone - which I made very clear."

   The man stood, looking somewhat put out, "Hey, I bought you a drink."

   "Which," she replied, "you'll note I didn't touch." She turned more
fully toward him, clasping Ken's hand in hers, and said, "Perhaps next time
you'll ask before buying someone something.  Thank you anyway."

   They left the man, who was looking even more disgruntled, and Jane told
the hostess she they were ready for their table.  Ken was surprise that
they were led right to a table since the place was very crowded.

   He took a good look at Jane as he held her chair for her.  No wonder the
guy was pissed.  She looked very hot.  Skin tight jeans molded to her long
legs and outlined her beautiful ass, and her high heels only accentuated
her slim form.  Her cream colored top outlined her breasts, cupping the
bottoms and showing quite a bit of the tops.  Just a hint of her large
nipples were poking through her lace bra - which he could see easily from
the top as she sat down and he pushed her chair in.  He caught another
whiff of her perfume and realized that it wasn't actually perfume.  It was
her natural scent, something he wouldn't have known if they hadn't spent so
much 'time' together last night.

   "Thank you Ken," she smiled as he sat.

   "You're welcome.  I hope that that guy wasn't giving you too hard a
time?"

   "Ooo," she said leaning forward and giving him a beautiful view down the
front of her top, "are you going to defend my honor?"

   Ken chuckled.  "Not hardly.  My martial arts days are long over."

   She blinked and looked at him, "I didn't know you were into Karate."

   "Not Karate," he said picking up his menu, "and it was a long time ago."

   "Why did you stop?"

   "Oh you know, people get older, the joints and stuff start to go."

   She smiled, "You're not that old.  C'mon, why did you stop?"

   This was not a subject Ken wanted to get into.  "I guess I just got
bored with it," he lied.

   Jane apparently sensed that he wasn't going to say anything else about
it and dropped the subject.  They were quiet for a minute, until their
waitress came to the table.  Ken did a double take.

   "Hi.  How you folks doing tonight?" asked the girl.  Ken looked at her.
No way she was eighteen.  In fact, as he looked at her, he knew she wasn't
eighteen - she had just turned seventeen.  But her interest in...

   Ken abruptly cut the forming connection between them.  He was somewhat
startled out of it, in fact, not having realized that he could stop reading
someone.  And gods knew he wanted to read her.  Just over five feet tall,
she had pale skin, a pixy like face framed by beautiful red hair.

   She was very, very slim, and had small breasts.  A cups that she was
quite happy with, thank you, and small pink, very sensitive nipples...  Ken
blinked.  Shit.  He was doing it again.  Jane was looking at him with an
odd expression on her face.  The waitress was just sort of standing there
looking at Ken, her green eyes almost glowing and a red flush spreading
over her pale skin.

   "Um, do you two know each other?" asked Jane.

   "Huh?" said Ken.  "No, no, I'm sorry.  I was just distracted."

   "I bet," smirked Jane.

   Ally, which was the waitresses name, seemed to come back to herself -
not even realizing she'd stopped in mid spiel.

   "So - is there something I can get for you?  Appetizers?"

   Jane looked at the girl, giving her a serious once over.  Ken could
actually feel her arousal, her need to get on her knees and push Ally's
short dress up and...

   This has got to stop, thought Ken.  I need more control or I'm going to
go crazy.  Jane's arousal was actually pretty high, and Ken realized that
it wasn't just the fact that she was attracted to the girl.  She was really
attracted to him and that was having an effect on her.  The waitress just
added to it.

   They ordered some appetizers and Ally glided off into the restaurant to
put in the orders.

   Jane looked at Ken and smiled, a lazy, sexy smile.  Ken was at a loss.
Maybe she remembered more of the dream than he'd thought.

   Dinner was a comfortable affair, especially considering how things had
started.  They talked about many things, and aside from the incident with
Ally, no other strangeness occurred.  With one exception.  Jane spotted his
ring while speaking to him, stammered and completely lost her train of
thought.  She recovered and Ken wondered what that was about.  There was
also a low level of sexual tension between them and Ally.  She seemed very
interested in both of them.  Jane, he knew, found her attractive, as did
he.

   Not that there was anything that would be done about it.

   They were eating dessert when Jane dropped her bombshell.

   "I remember, you know," she said.

   "Remember what?"

   "That you are now my Master."

   What??  Ken hadn't said that during the dream.  "That's not what I
said..." he stopped short realizing his mistake.  She'd been playing with
him all night.  Subtly flirting, making sexual innuendos in the quiet,
intimate way that only lovers can.  She'd lulled him and set him up and
he'd fallen right into her trap.  But how could she know?  Had Lea told
her? He was very confused.

   Jane leaned forward, her eyes burning into his.  "I knew it," she said.
Naturally the waitress picked that moment to approach their table.  Without
even looking at her, Jane said, "Come back later." Ally stopped, looked at
the two of them and backed away.

   "Tell me Ken.  How did you do it?"

   He couldn't tell her the truth, of course.  She'd think he was nuts. 
But then again, what she was suggesting was nuts.

   "Do what?  Jane, what are you talking about?  And what's with the Master
thing?"

   She sat back with a smirk on her face.  "Don't play games."

   He said nothing.

   "OK, fine.  We'll do it the hard way."

   "Jane, I have no idea what you're talking about."

   "Nice try.  You might have even gotten away with it if you hadn't given
it away with your response."

   "Jane..."

   She forestalled him with a raised hand.  "Please Ken.  This is too
important to me." She paused.  "Last night I had the most intense
experience of my life.  You came to me in a dream and we had sex.  You did
things to me that I'd been longing for for years."

   Now he was on firmer ground.  She'd admitted it was a dream and he could
deny all knowledge of it.

   "Jane, I'm flattered that you had a dream about me, but..."

   "Ken, please.  This is really important to me.  Yesterday you came to my
cube and we talked.  I remember looking at your hands.  I love hands, they
can be so erotic." She actually blushed when she said that.  "Then, last
night in my dream, I was looking at them again.  And you were wearing a
ring.  The ring you have on now.  I thought it was just a dream because I'd
have noticed your ring yesterday.  When you came here tonight and I saw it,
as crazy as it sounds, I knew that last night was no ordinary dream.  You
used me as no man, or woman, ever has and fulfilled me in ways I can't even
describe.  And you told me, 'Cum for your Master, and remember who gave you
this orgasm.' I remember.  Please, please tell me that I'm not crazy."

   Ken looked at her and wondered how he'd fucked up.  Apparently, his
order, which he had no idea why he'd given, had followed her out of the
dream.  Lea had assured him that wasn't possible.  Then, he could feel her
presence, a light touch on his mind, and knew she'd caused it to happen on
purpose.  He wondered why.

   Looking at Jane, he couldn't lie to her.  He knew he should, since she'd
think he was nuts.  She already thought there was something strange going
on, so maybe she'd be predisposed to believe him.  But if he lied, she'd be
very hurt, and the same feeling he'd had when he wanted to cancel dinner,
told him to tell her the truth.  But that wasn't going to happen here.

   "OK, you're not crazy."

   Jane crossed her arms, which did interesting things to her breasts.  Ken
tried to keep his mind on what was going on.  "I have to know you're not
just humoring me," she said.  "Tell me something that happened in the
dream.

   Something specific."

   Ken closed his eyes.  He remembered every second of the experience, and
as he thought about it he began to get aroused.  Hmmm, let's see...

   "I whipped you," he said in a quiet voice.  "I told you to remember who
gave you your orgasm as I gave you permission to cum, and I whipped you. 
You came until you passed out.  At the end of the dream, I left you in a
cage wearing a brank."

   Jane closed her eyes and shuddered.  "Oh my god," she whispered.  When
they opened again, her eyes pinned him with a gaze that was filled with
sexual heat.  "How?  How did you do it?"

   He sighed and leaned back in his chair.  "Look.  This is going to be a
long conversation and not one that I want to have here.  We should go
somewhere else, OK?"

   "Fine.  But you promise you'll tell me everything, right?"

   Ken chuckled.  "For such a little subby you can be real pushy."

   Jane laughed and they agreed to return to his place.  Ally was motioned
over to give them the check.  They left the money and as they stood, she
pressed something into Ken's hand.

   "If there's any way I can serve you again, please let me know.  I like
to think that I can be very pleasing," she said stressing the words serve
and pleasing.

   The glace into her eyes was a mistake.  Ken was assaulted by an inferno
of sexual energy, more than he would have thought someone so small could
produce.  Her scent, her presence, her willingness to get on her knees and
suck either one of them overwhelmed him for a second.  He knew her nipples
and sex were swollen and she was soaking wet, despite the several times
she'd had to use the bathroom to wipe herself..  She didn't know why she
was so attracted to them, but she wanted - needed to serve them both.

   It was a real effort to break the contact.  It seemed as if no time had
passed.  He smiled as he took the paper with her contact information and
put it away.

   As they went through the front of the restaurant, Ken suddenly felt a
bit uneasy.  He ignored the feeling; it brought back too many memories.  He
turned to Jane and even though he knew that she'd be happy to ride with
him, indicated that she should follow him in her car.

   "Since it's such a nice night out, would you like to go to a park that's
near where I live?" he asked.

   "Sure, that would be nice.  A romantic evening out," she grinned.

   It was a very warm evening, and as he drove to the park Ken felt
anticipation rising.  Would he have sex with Jane tonight?  If he did,
after what they'd experienced last night, would it be a let down?  What
would be the best tack to take?  As he sat at a light, he wondered if he
could get Lea to appear to Jane.  He had no idea how to get in touch, so to
speak, with Lea.  It wasn't like he could pick up the phone and call her.
He remembered what it was like to be in her presence - the warmth that he
felt, her scent, how she looked and suddenly, it felt like he was looking
in her eyes.  He could tell she was smiling.  She approved of what he was
doing and would approve even more if he and Jane had sex.  Then the light
changed and someone beeped - which broke his concentration.

   Ken looked around the mostly empty parking lot as he pulled a blanket
out of his trunk and put it in a gym bag.  The park was a nice place but
not many people came here after dark.  It was beautiful though, and walking
next to Jane made it even better.  She was so sexy and her scent was
driving him crazy with lust.  He knew she was aroused as well; he could
sense it flowing through her body, languidly filling her breasts and belly.
Finally they came to a place where they could sit and he pulled out the
blanket.

   When they sat, Jane removed her heels and curled up on the blanket,
looking at him expectantly.  Not only was he taken with her beauty and the
feelings of arousal - both his and hers, but Ken still had no idea how to
start.

   She smiled, tilted her head and said, "Give.  I want to know what
happened."

   "Look Jane, this is going to seem crazy.  I have no proof of what I'm
going to tell you." He paused and chuckled, saying, "I guess it's good that
you brought your own car.  That way, you won't have to worry about driving
home with a crazy person."

   She returned his smile.  "Well, if you're crazy, then I am too.  Last
night was no dream, no matter that it happened when I was asleep."

   "Actually," he said, his grin getting wider, "it was a dream."

   She listened carefully as he recounted meeting Lea in the mall, and made
him go over what had happened with Connie in enough detail to embarrass
him. She took in everything, her eyes glowing when he described the 'dream'
with Genie.  There were several parts of that she made him go over as well.

   Ken hesitated to name himself an Avatar of a Goddess.  It sounded
insane. Instead he said that the woman had this strange power and that she
would share it with him if he agreed to return the energy to her.  That
sounded almost as nuts, but at least there were no religious connotations.

   "So I guess it goes without saying that I can't meet this woman."

   "Well, it's not like I can call her or anything.  Trust me, I'd love for
you to meet her.  That way, I'd know I wasn't crazy either."

   Jane grinned.  "So you say that you can reach into my sexual past and
pull out parts of it.  Why don't you do that?  Describe something that
happened to me - something that you couldn't make up, and tell me about it.
That, combined with the dream last night, is all the proof I'll need."

   Ken stared at her for a second.  "OK.  But I have no idea what will
happen." He paused.  "Well, I have some idea, but I don't have a lot of
experience with how this works.  Lea didn't give me any instructions, you
know."

   "You're a smart guy.  I'm sure she thought you'd figure it out."

   Suddenly he felt hesitant to do this.  "But what if I come across
something that you don't want me to know?"

   She leaned forward, her scent and closeness sending more arousal through
him.  "Baby, there's nothing about my sexual past that I want to hide - if
you're the man, the Master, I've been looking for."

   Ken looked at her for a second.  Then another.  A smile formed on his
face and Jane frowned.  "So are we going to do this or what?"

   He smiled, remembering what he'd encountered.  "I've already done it."

   "What?" She said.  "No way!  You just glanced at me."

   "For you, it was a glance, for me it was something else entirely."

   Jane was getting ready for a shower.  She was nervous.  Now-a-days
showers at school always made her nervous because she was finding it hard
to keep her eyes off the other girls.  She knew she liked boys, but other
girls were beginning to get her attention as well.  She wondered if she was
sick.  She knew that if the other girls in her class found out she liked
looking, they'd brand her a lezbo and ridicule her.  For some strange
reason, the thought of being embarrassed by her classmates and made to
perform sexual acts on them, made her even more horny, and lately, she
didn't need any encouragement in that direction.  She already masturbated
several times a day.

   Fortunately she was alone in the locker room.  She'd decided to do a
little work on a tumbling routine and gotten kind of carried away, so now
it was kind of late.  She wondered how much longer she was going to be able
to keep up with it since her breasts were finally starting to grow.  She
was no longer a flat little girl.  Her breasts were coming in and she knew
that they would soon be getting in her way.  She was already a B cup.

   She didn't bother wrapping the towel around her since she was the only
one there and she didn't want to get the towel all sweaty.  She headed
toward the shower, turned the corner and almost walked smack into somebody.
Two somebodys, actually.  And they were kissing.  Her breath caught and she
backed away.  The girls separated and, unlike Jane, they were not in the
least embarrassed.

   "Hi Jane," said Cindy.

   "Cin, love, I should go.  See you tonight?" asked the other girl, who's
name Jane did not know, and who appreciatively looked at the nude fourteen
year old.  She smiled.  "But maybe not.  Just let me know."

   "'kay," said Cindy.

   Cindy was a senior this year.  She was one of the most sought after
girls in the school and dated regularly.  She was one of Jane's foremost
bits of fantasy material as well.  And now she was standing here, in
panties and a sweat soaked t-shirt.

   Jane could feel her nipples - those sensitive, thick, brown nubs,
filling with blood.  She knew her cunt was starting to get wet as well and
she was having a hard time thinking.

   "Uh, sorry.  Um.  I was just heading for the shower."

   Cindy came a little closer to the girl, almost backing Jane into the
lockers.  She had a friendly smile on her lips and a hungry look in her
eyes.  "Mmmm.  Me too."

   Jane tried to raise the towel to cover her body, but Cindy's hand - oh
so warm on her own, stopped her.  "Sorry, Jane.  I hope you weren't
offended by Missy and I."

   "Nnno.  I'm cool," replied Jane.

   "So I see," said Cindy, glancing at the betraying evidence on Jane's
chest.

   She leaned closer and Jane almost swooned from her scent.  Sweat and a
deep musky smell of sex combined in a way that made Jane's knees weak and
her head spin.  One long finger ran its way across Jane's damp skin from
her collarbone to just above where her breast started.  "I've seen you
watching me Jane.  Do you like what you see?"

   The finger dipped lower and Jane did nothing to stop it.  Her breath was
coming so fast, she was starting to feel dizzy.  When Cindy saw that the
teen would not stop her, she let her finger drift lower, under the soft,
firm breast, lightly scraping the underside, then up to the hard nipple. 
Jane was lost.  She groaned and Cindy smiled.  Keeping her eyes on the
younger girl, she moved her face closer and closer until their lips were
almost touching.  Jane's lips parted and she eagerly accepted the older
girl's tongue in her mouth.  Meanwhile Cindy's fingers lightly pinched
Jane's nipple.  Her breathing caught, then she moaned again as Cindy got a
much firmer grip.

   Cindy broke the kiss and began to lick her way down Jane's body.  The
teen was shaking and was now leaning against the locker, completely at the
mercy of the older girl.  She avoided Jane's breasts, but licked the sweat
soaked skin between them.  When it became clear that Jane couldn't stand,
Cindy placed the towel on one of the narrow benches and lay the girl down.
She had a good eye for submissive girls, and Cindy could see that Jane was
totally submissive.  Cindy continued to work on her, grasping her wrists in
one of her hands and holding them above her head.  She licked, teased,
nipped and sucked Jane's body, making the girl incoherent with arousal. 
But she avoided all the really sensitive places, like her nipples and her
actual sex.

   Finally, Jane was begging for release.  Hearing the sweet voice of this
girl, so gone in her arousal that she'd beg for an orgasm, turned Cindy on
something fierce.

   "You wanna cum?" she asked.

   "God yes!  Please, I'm on fire."

   "I'll let you cum, but not until you do something for me."

   "Anything, please.  I'll do anything."

   Cindy pulled Jane to a sitting position and stood in front of her. 
"First, I want you to undress me."

   Jane didn't really know what to do.  Where should she start?  It wasn't
that Cindy was wearing a lot, but she didn't know what to remove first.

   "Start with my top, hon."

   Jane stood and grasped the damp top, pulling it over the beautiful
blonde's head.  Her large breasts were encased in a thin sports bra that
was almost see through because it was so damp.  Jane removed that too, then
bent to remove the panties.  When she pulled them down, Cindy's well
trimmed pussy was right at face level and Jane was mesmerized by the puffy
lips that were swollen with arousal.  The fragrance emanating from between
her legs made Jane's stomach clench and her pussy spasm.  Slowly she moved
her face forward as Cindy opened her legs more.  Jane was just about to
lick that soft, slick flesh, when Cindy grabbed her hair and pulled her to
her feet, forcing their lips together.

   She broke the kiss and said, "You start at the top, lover." and made
Jane work her way down her firm body, licking and sucking, getting used to
the taste and texture of another woman's body.  Finally, Cindy lay her down
on the bench again, spread her slippery lips open with her fingers and
smeared her juice all over Jane's face.  Jane was lost in the musky scent
and taste of Cindy.  She continued licking and sucking, not even realizing
at first that Cindy had a firm grip on her nipples and was pulling so hard
that her tits were like small cones.  It hurt, but the pain fired her blood
in a way that nothing else ever had.  Cindy drove her nails deep into
Jane's nipples as she came, and Jane almost came her self.  Exhausted,
dripping sweat, Cindy climbed off her face.  Jane looked at her from her
prone position.

   "Please.  You said I could cum."

   "And you said you'd do whatever I wanted.  Are you still willing?"

   Jane replied without hesitation.  "Yes, I'll do anything you want."

   Cindy smiled.  She was going to have a lot of fun with this one.  Too
bad she'd found her at the end of the school year rather than in the
beginning.

   "What time do you have to be home?"

   "I could call and say I'm studying here in the library.  I wouldn't have
to be home until 9."

   "Fine.  I want you to get dressed and wait for me.  I'm just going to
jump into the shower."

   Jane, still very aroused, never the less wanted one too.  And she wanted
more of Cindy's intoxicating body.  "I should probably take a shower too."

   "No dear.  I like how you smell and taste just as you are.  Get dressed,
and come home with me.  I promise you'll get your orgasm then."

   Jane turned red from the comment about her smell and taste, but she did
as she was told.  An hour later, while Jane's hands were bound behind her
and her knees were bound to the bed posts, Cindy brought her to several
screaming climaxes.  They would have been much louder if Cindy hadn't
gagged her with both sets of panties that they'd been wearing earlier.

   Ken relayed the highlights of what he'd learned and Jane's eyes grew
wide from the telling.  Needless to say, he was wildly aroused.

   They were silent for a moment.

   "I spoke to Elaine this morning."

   "Elaine?" he asked.  Who the hell was Elaine and what did she have to do
with anything?

   "My Mistress.  Former Mistress, now." She sighed.  "It wasn't working. I
am bisexual, as you know.  Very bi.  She was adamantly against me having
sex with a man, despite the fact that she often let other women use me.  I
don't mind being denied certain kinds of pleasures.  I like it, in fact. 
The anticipation, the fear that this time I will have to forego an orgasm -
or when the cock that I need so badly has been withheld at my Master's
whim. It makes me feel more owned, more used.  But I couldn't deal with a
life without men.  A lifetime of denial.

   Tell me Ken, if I were your slave, would you deny me women?  Would you
let others use me?  or keep me for just yourself?"

   The temperature in the area jumped several degrees.  Ken could feel how
hot it was getting.  He supposed that the sweat on his body could just be a
reaction to Jane, to reliving her first time with a woman.  Or it could be
a reaction to feeling her excitement blaze into life - almost as high as it
had been last night.

   "Well," he temporized, "you're not my slave, so the question is a bit
academic."

   She leaned forward, and now he could easily smell her arousal, feel the
heat she was giving off on his skin.  "I could be your slave.  Tonight. 
Right now, in fact, I could give myself to you.  Shall I undress right
here?

   Would you like to use your belt on my ass or breasts?  make me beg you
to fuck me?"

   His breath caught and he could feel the link with Lea strengthen.  She
approved, he knew.  Approved a great deal of what Jane was proposing.

   "But you have to tell me, would you share me with others?"

   Ken tried to regain control of his senses, but Jane and Lea were both
flooding him with lust and it was very hard to think.  Would he share Jane?
Hell yes!  He'd love to see her with another woman.  He wasn't as sure
about giving her to another man, but who knew?  Perhaps if it was the right
guy.

   "If you mean," he said trying to control his voice, "would I let you
play with other women, most definitely.  Perhaps other men too, provided
the situation were right."

   She smiled.  "Do you want me?  Give the word, Sir and I am yours.  Tie
me to a tree, make me crawl behind you, naked, back to the car, I'll do
it." She leaned closer.  "Do you have the courage to take me?  I know you
want to.  Can you do it?"

   She was taunting him, and he knew it.  She was very submissive, but only
to a strong Master or Mistress.  She liked to be controlled and wasn't
interested in someone who only talked a good game.

   The time for talk, thought Ken, was over.

   End Part 4



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I'll get put in the back /On the discount rack/ Like another can of
beans..." B.  Joel

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