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Subject: {ASSM} Red Wine Vignette #1 (FFF - sort of)
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Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2004 06:10:02 -0400
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This is the first in what will hopefully be a continuing, occasional
series. Comments ar welcome (if you're gentle with me) to
patricia.f.cartier at gmal.com.


   "Come over about 10," Robyn had told me, "I'll make some coffee and we
can swap gossip." So I found myself wandering from my back door, through
the back fence that separated out yards and up to hers on a sunny
Wednesday morning. The back door was unlocked, like it usually was and I
just let myself in, like I usually do.

   "Robyn?" I called out when I saw the kitchen was empty.

   "I'm in here, Sherri." Her voice came from the family room to the
right. I went that way, then stopped dead when I came through the doorway.

   Robyn was kneeling on a cushion that had been taken off the couch,
wearing only a french-blue teddy, with lace around the legs. I say
kneeling, because I don't have a better word for it. She was on her knees,
but they were spread wide apart. She was sitting back on the cushion; she
would have been sitting on her heels if they weren't spread so wide. Her
hands were on her ankles, holding them. The position thrust her chest
forward and the teddy's thin silk was stretched tightly across her chest.
The position and the lace also left nothing to the imagination between her
legs. Robyn's hair was bound up on her head and she wore a leather collar
on her neck.

   Standing in front of Robin was an older woman, maybe twenty years older
than my thirty-three years. She wore a starched white laced blouse and a
tight, shin-length black leather skirt about ankle high boots with heels.
There was a thin red ribbon tied at her neck and falling down between her
small breasts. Her hair, dark and streaked with grey, was tied in a bun
behind her, she wore wire-rimmed glasses and stark makeup including bright
red lipstick. In her left hand she held what looked like a riding crop.

   I stared for a second, completely surprised. I was coming over for
coffee, not expecting to stumble on to some bizarre sexual ritual.
Especially not with Robyn, who I never would had guess was into something
like that. "I'm sorry," I stuttered, "I came at the wrong time." I turned
to go.

   Robyn didn't move, but the older woman was suddenly beside me before I
could take a step, her right hand resting gently but firmly on my elbow.
"Please," she said in a soft voice that expected to be listened to, "stay.
You came at the right time. We want you to be here."

   "I'm sorry, this isn't my thing."

   "But wait," she said gently, soothingly, with a sort of hypnotic voice.
Here hand reached up and pushed a stray hair behind my ear. "You don't
have to do anything. And no one here will hurt you."

   I'd have turned, "But, but..." Suddenly I was having trouble figuring
out what to say. The woman caught my eyes and we looked at each other for
a moment.

   "And Robyn wants you to stay, don't you Robyn?" She turned toward
Robyn, still kneeling on the floor and I followed her gaze. I couldn't
read the look on  Robyn's face. "Don't you Robyn?"

   "Ye...Yeah," it was her turn to stutter.

   "Ask her nicely, Robyn."

   "Please stay, Sherri?"

   "See," the woman said, "Won't you stay. Sit in this chair." Her hand
guided me to a chair where I was facing Robyn. I didn't know what to do, I
sat.

   "I told you she would stay. Didn't I, Robyn?"

   "Yes, Mistress, you did."

   "I want you to do what we talked about, Robyn," the older woman said.
"Show Sherri what you do when I tell you to."

   "Must I, Mistress?" I could see tears starting to form in Robyn's eyes.

   "Do I have to tell you twice?"

   "No, ma'am." Robyn turned her head toward me, looking right at me. I
found myself unable to move as she slid her right hand down her belly then
unsnapped the crotch of her teddy. With her cheeks dampening from her
tears, Robyn began to slowly rub herself for me.

   I squirmed in my seat but did not move. Robyn's cheeks were not the
only thing growing damp. I felt the heat burning between my thighs.

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