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From: "A J Meyers" <ajmeyers@netster.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Kindness
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Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 21:10:02 -0400
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Title: Kindness 
Author: A J Meyers 
Keywords: M/F, Fdom 

When she removed the gag from him, his lips were dry and his throat 
was tight. He tried to moisten his lips and She held a bottle up to 
him. The water was warm but he sucked it down. It was a comfort. 

He tried to move one arm; it was still tied above his head. Scratches 
and welts covered his shoulders and chest. Most of all, he was aware 
of the pulling, stretching tighness in his groin; his cock, still erect 
after all She'd done; the desperate need for release. 

She came back to the table on which he was bound, and released one arm 
from the cords that held it. His hand started to drift down to his 
groin, quite without thought, but he stopped in time, looked 
beseechingly in Her direction. He could think of the words, by now, 
but could not say them. If he could not ask for his fulfillment, he 
thought, he would have to wait. But "you may touch yourself" She 
allowed with quiet authority, and eagerly his hand flew to his cock. 

Oh pleasure raced through all his body and his cock swelled even more 
at his touch but oh how sensitive the afternoon's torture had made him 
and the friction of his hand burned and gave no comfort. He brought 
his freed hand up to his mouth, moistened the skin with his own spit. 
Now the sliding, now the speed he longed for but doubt seized him and 
he looked to Her for reassurance. "You are allowed to come," She said, 
and those words let loose in him a tide of energy, of tight squeezing, 
of exquisite agony, of his own cum spilled over his belly. Breathless, 
he still could not say a word. 

She came close to the table. Her fingers trailed through the puddle 
he'd made, traced over the patterns She had made on his body. She 
offered her wet fingers to his mouth and eagerly he sucked them in. He 
relaxed, safe and warm under Her regard. "You were very beautiful this 
afternoon. They all enjoyed watching," She told him. And that too was 
a comfort. 
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