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Subject: {ASSM} The Taste (repost)
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Karen walks into the office wearing a tight black sweater and a
mid-thigh skirt as ordered. I could just see the tips of her breasts
move freely beneath the fabric. Her nipples are hard. Good. The
conditioning is working perfectly.
   	I sit behind my desk playing absently with the new toy my friends
in Germany sent me. I quickly hide it in the crook of the chair. I
would hate to spoil Karen's surprise.
 	Karen is an attractive blond in an ordinary way. She has even
features with a slightly bulbous nose and her eyes are a little too
widely spaced to be called pretty, but her mouth is sweet. Red
luscious lips pouting naturally begged to be filled with a man's cock.
Her breasts are wonderful too: full moons with an upward tilt ending
in pronounced nipples that demand to be tweaked mercilessly. I don't
like to work with stunningly beautiful woman. They attract too much
attention and usually have too many people interested in their
welfare. While Karen is still very attractive, no one is looking
closely at her life to notice the changes in her. At least not now,
not until it will be too late.
	As she walks over to me I swivel the chair to face her. I wanted to
catch the mixture of disgust, fear, and longing that her face betrays
even as she tries to remain impassive. I know what she wants, what
every neuron in her brain is craving. Her eyes fix on the drawer she
knows the syringe is kept. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips in
anticipation. After all, it has been a week, she has waited patiently
since her last session.  No whining or wheedling like before, just
holding on until her summons.
	Now it's her time for a taste.
    	She stops in front of me, her hand seeking out my knee for
support to kneel between my legs. I brush her hand away causing her to
look up in alarm at the change in the long tradition of preliminary
blowjobs. I rise to meet her gaze thrilling in the change of her
expression to fear with just a shadow of panic now darkening her
features. God, I love to see them squirm. I reach out for her breasts
and run my hand over her stiff nipples. Yes, she is excited too. Her
mouth opens in a silent gasp at the intense feelings.
    	"Turn around," I tell her. She obeys immediately. I reach down
and massage her ass. It is nicely formed and benefiting from the
mandatory workouts in the gym. I lift the fabric of her skirt to
reveal the pink flesh beneath. No panties obstruct my view of her
freshly shaved vagina. I run a finger down the center of her crack
reaching up toward her clit. This time she exhales a low moan.
   	"Please," she whispers, "I'm ready." While speaking she presses
her ass against me forcing my fingertips into her warmth.
	I reach down and open the drawer holding the syringe. Her breath
quickens and she can't help craning back to try and catch a glimpse of
the instrument of her salvation. I lean against her and force her to
bend over my desk while grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her.
Instead of the syringe, however, I pull out a pair of standard issue
handcuffs and expertly imprison both her hands behind her back.
     	Karen relaxes in her bondage, bending her knees slightly  to
ease the expected penetration. I have other things on my mind just
then. I grab up my toy from Germany and force the ball gag in her
unsuspecting mouth. She gags slightly while I tighten the strap, but
Karen has been bound before and quickly adjusts, or tries to adjust.
This ball gag is attached to a bulb air pump like on a blood pressure
cuff. As I pump air into the gag it expands a bladder into her mouth
and down her throat.
    	Once again I see that delicious mixture of surprise panic and
fear in her eyes as the bladder fills her mouth and begins to push
down deep. Only then do I release my rock hard erection and force
myself into her pussy.  The expanding ball gag replaces her mild
arousal with a state of dread panic. It soon becomes difficult for her
to breathe. Her hands trapped behind her begin to claw at my shirt.
She tries to buck me off, desperate for air and the bladder pushes
deeper down her throat. The more she fights, the better my cock feels
sliding into her pussy. Each thrash and buck sends delicious slivers
of pleasure through my body.
	I lean on top of her slamming my dick into her pussy. Karen
completely loses it and begins to lose consciousness.  I can see the
spasms growing and know now is the time. I reach into the drawer again
and take out the syringe. With one more good thrust I ram my meat deep
into her pussy and jab the needle into one of the extended veins on
her neck.
    	Instantly, Karen has a crashing orgasm. Every muscle knots and
release in her whole body. Her pussy clamps down on my dick and
literally squeezes the cum out of me. My own orgasm is intense, it
feels like her cunt is milking my penis in shuddering waves of
pleasure. I press the air release on the ball gag deflating the
bladder and allowing her to breathe.
    	"Damn, baby," I mutter. " That was too much."
     	I stripped off the ball gag and let Karen take a gasping breath.
She still was in the early throes of the drug high and the sudden
intake of oxygen set her off into another spasm of world class
orgasms. Her eyes roll back, her mouth hangs loose in her mouth, her
pussy scraps the edge of the desk as she grinds her clitoris into the
woodwork.
     	"How is your head?" I asked. While gagged she rammed the desk
and raised a welt on her forehead.  She didn't answer me; apparently
the bladder had done a number on her vocal chords. It hurt her to
whisper.  Instead she gave me a pouty look of pain, defeat and
embarrassment that meant to make me feel guilty. I just saw the image
of her choking down my dick and felt my penis stir.  Frankly it didn't
look like Karen would be up to more fun. Perhaps my secretary, or that
young girl and the coffee shop. Yeah she'd be worth a quick blowjob.
	Karen's crashing orgasm milks the cum out of me, but it leaves me
unsatisfied. I still need to feel my fully extended dick stuffed down
the throat of some pretty young girl. I open my wall safe and took out
two syringes filled with the Taste drug and lock up the rest. I can
feel Karen's eyes hungrily follow my every move. Just minutes after
her latest fix and she wants more.
     	I shake my head. She is burning out already and it's my own
fault for bringing her along too quickly. I make a  mental note to
evaluate my procedures, but I know why I forced her treatment. Her
mouth looks so good with my dick in it. Even now, knowing it would
radically accelerate her collapse, I want to force her to fellate me.
I stiffen and ignoring her whorish pleading eyes walk out of my office
to the reception area.
    	My secretary, Rachel Brim, had one of my "patients" kneeling
between her legs while she rubs her pussy over her face. The girl's
mouth and nose shone with slick juices desperately trying to please
her tormentor.
    	"That's it bitch," Rachel sneers, "Lick that pussy clean."
      	As I walked over to get a better look, her attention instantly
turned to me.
    	"I caught this bitch," she begins to explain while picking up her
riding crop and tapping the rear end of the submissive girl, "in a
violation of the dress code."
    	"So you thought you'd go easy on her," I reply picking up the hem
of the girl's skirt and reaching underneath. Ah yes, I remember her.
She was a stewardess for some airline when I first gave her a taste.
Now, of course, she works for me. In mock horror I flip up her skirt
to reveal a pair of cotton panties stretched tight across her ass
cheeks.
    	"You are perceptive Miss Brim," I say, "A clear violation." The
girl lets out a moan and  begins to cry. Instantly, Brim snatches her
crop and whips her slave across the face.
   	"Silence." she hisses.
    	"Well, she has to punished," I say while slowly removing her
panties; first lifting one leg then another. " How about we suspend
her weekly ration?" That immediately brought a protest from the girl.
It is quickly squashed by Miss Brim who shoves one of her gloved hands
into the woman's mouth making her gasp and choke.
    	The weekly ration is a very diluted potion of the Taste and some
other addictive substances. It is just enough to take the edge off the
insatiable itch that otherwise grew to intolerable levels. It allows
me to control my patients without destroying their personalities.
    	"Perhaps she would like a different punishment," I say while
taking the riding crop out of Brim's free hand and begin wrapping the
cotton panties around its stem. Brim forces her hand in the girl's
mouth trapping her tongue between her fingers. I kicked at the girl's
heels and she instantly spread her legs unaware of what I had ready
for her punishment.
   	Spreading her cheeks with one hand I aim the crop and panties at
the small brown ring of her anus then slowly start shoving the panties
up her ass. The ex-stewardess (what was her name?) starts to buck as
the pain increases, but I keep up the steady pressure slowly twisting
the leather crop and jamming the cotton panties deeper  and deeper.
   	In a desperate moment the girl breaks free of Brim's grasp and
pleads with me,  "Please, stop," she moans before Brim's hand forces
its way back into her mouth.
    	Brim screeches at her to be silent and looks at me her face a
mask of lust. "Ram it all the way in," she hisses eyes bright with
desire. I knew better than to permanently damage this whore just yet.
I leave the crop firmly planted in her ass, the panties completely
shoved in. She won't break that rule any time soon.
    	I am tempted to let Miss Brim or her chastised student relieve my
sexual tension, but once again I stiffen my resolve to wait for more
delicious game.
    	"I'll be gone for about an hour," I tell my secretary as I head
out the door. "Please clean up after yourself."
    	"You hear that bitch," she mock whispers to her slave, "I've got
a whole hour to teach you some respect." It was a stroke of luck that
I found someone so enthusiastic as Miss Brim. Now I'm off to find
someone worthy of my attention.

	So spent am I from my exertions with Penny I did not bother the
pretty brunette who I meet in the elevator in my office building.  I
remember the two days and nights we spent forcing her to fuck every
male in her dorm. Why can I never remember their names! I chastise
myself. Her fear and anticipation amuse me greatly as we travel
upward, but as I said I am too drained to avail myself.
   	Miss Brim is not at her desk when I open the door for the young
coed.  Muffled thuds come from one of the back rooms.
  	"My secretary will be right with you," I say as I open the door I
think might contain Miss Brim. Immediately a girl charges out; she is
naked except for being handcuffed and having a hood fastened over her
head completely blinding her. She stumbles past me and slams into the
wall opposite with tremendous force.  I notice a riding crop sticking
out of her asshole like a demented weather vane.
   	"Come back here!" screeches Miss Brim now dressed in leathers and
holding a dog collar in her hand. She blushes when she sees me. "I'm
sorry, sir I . . ."
   	I wave her explanation away and point to her charge who has
wandered into the lobby. My pretty brunette stands there still her
eyes darting towards the safety of the door.  Brim barrels past and
grabs the riding crop sticking out of her playmate's ass.    "Get back
inside!" she hisses steering the bound girl back to the back room. A
pitiful moan erupts from beneath the hood. Brim twists the pole and
rams the girl into the wall. "Silence!" she screams one inch from the
hood.
   	As they pass me I reach out and grab one of Brim's breasts which
has worked free from the leather halter. She stops instantly and a
shudder runs through her body. I grab the exposed nipple between my
fingers and roll it roughly; twisting it hard. Brim gulps air
raggedly. She does not say a word.
   	"Let's have a little more attention to the job and a little less
recreation," I say softly. Then I bend slightly and take her nipple in
my mouth. It is a hard little pebble beneath my tongue.
    	In the privacy of my office I check my calendar: a pickup from
Karen at tea time and then tonight's theatrics with Marina. I open my
safe and take out an ample supply of the Taste liquid wrapping it
carefully and placing it in a small leather pouch.
     	As I enter the lobby of my office I half expected Miss Brim
waiting with pistol to take her revenge. Of course she is no where to
be seen. The pretty brunette, still standing, opens her mouth to
speak.
   	"Ah yes," I say. She reaches into her bag, takes out an envelope,
and holds it out to me. Filled with cash, no doubt, from her customers
for the week. I take the envelope and hold on to her hand. A thrill
goes through me as I see her stiffen in fear.
	Dominique Covington was addicted to sex before she became addicted to
the Taste. I didn't have to search her out; she came to me after  I
encountered a few of her friends. She was in her late thirties and in
full bloom. A buxom full-lipped redhead with a drop dead smile. She
was already notorious for breaking up two or three marriages and even
more notorious for not breaking up a few more. Most attractive to me:
she was rich. Her two dead husbands left her millions which I wanted
to fund my operations.
   	What surprised me was that her  greatest worth was her knowledge
of every liaison, affair, and adultery among her rich elite set. Her
persuasive abilities made her gossip central for the noveau-riche and
old money types. With her help I targeted dozens of lonely women to
milk out small amounts of money instead of draining one victim and
possibly attracting undue attention.
    	Today I meet her in one of the elegant private rooms in her
hotel. A tasteful three star establishment with just a dozen or so
suites. Each one completely wired for video and sound recording. As I
walk in I see her with a very beautiful older women, perhaps 35 or 40.
They are seated and as I approach the haughty older woman stands and
hands Dominique an envelope. Dominique hands her a small box. It's a
thrill to realize that Dominique can manipulate these women without my
help. Even I don't fully realize how many women are beholden to the
Taste.
    	The older women brushes past me.  I smell the rich perfume left
in her wake. Smells like old money to me.
	"Dominique!"  I call out, "delighted to see you." Sitting down a
waitress appears instantly carrying a coffeepot. I wave her away
watching her bare ass peek out beneath her short skirt. "
   	"Remember that lawyer who tried to sue you last year? Dominique
says noticing my interest.
   	"Is that her?"
   	"Lord no!" Dominique continues, "It is her younger sister. Just
some insurance in case she proves hesitant."
   	"So," I begin, changing the subject.  "What have you got for me?"
Dominique flashes that brilliant smile at me and reaches into her bag.
 She slides over a large mailing envelope. I open it and see it filled
with wrapped bundles of cash.
   	"The Usual," she says, "And something a little unusual. " She
hands me another manila envelope much thinner this time. I smile. What
a joy to have  found Dominique, She is one of the only operatives I
allow to sell the Taste letting her keep enough for herself and her
own slaves. In the envelope are pictures. I recognize them immediately
as the cool older blonde that just left. She is not very haughty in
these pictures. A huge penis is poised in front of her face. Her
distaste is wonderfully apparent. The next photo shows the penis
half-shoved down her throat. A third shows two men fucking her mouth
and pussy at once.  "Wonderful," I mutter as I flip over each picture.
    	"Next week," Dominique says "I want pictures of her with her best
friend, then maybe her daughters. I've lined up two more potential
performers as well."
    	"You have done well, my child" I cannot hide my admiration for
her initiative and she realizes she has an opening.
    	"I am so grateful that I have pleased you, Master." Dominique
takes my hand and gently licks one finger. My cock is ramrod hard at
her touch.
    	"Well, " I says shifting my erection to a comfortable position.
"Perhaps we should think of pleasing you."
    	"I need nothing but your presence," Dominique whispers reaching
under the table to stroke my cock.
   	"Really?" I nod. "I've completed a new generation. Would you like
to be the first?" Dominique stands up quickly and practically pulls me
with her.
   	"Let's go!" she says

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