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Subject: {ASSM} Finding Pets and Places 05 (MF, Fdom, cons, bd, span, oral)
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Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2005 16:10:01 -0500
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Finding Pets and Places

-- Chapter 5 (MF, Fdom, cons, bd, span, oral)

It was almost five by the time they got back to Mathew's apartment, and
the light was streaming in through the windows warmly over the carpet.
Jenn followed him in, and he let her look around.  His place was smaller
than hers, but more open, almost a studio.  He straightened out some
papers on the desk and replaced a couple of pillows from the couch,
mumbling something about the place being messy, but it generally felt
clean and inviting.  It was perhaps a bit stuffy, but that and the
sunlight made her want to pull the pillows back off the couch and curl up
on the floor.  She looked up at him, standing there uncertainly, and then,
feeling a bit like she was spreading out and taking over already, did just
that.  She sat down on the carpet and then sprawled in the sunlight,
stretching.  She felt her top ride up over her stomach, but the warmth was
so nice she didn't bother fixing it.

When she looked up at him, she could see the desire in his eyes and
instinctively reached up to him.  He sat down next to her, and she curled
up around him.  "You're so beautiful," he said, and she stretched out
again, looking up at him, "really gorgeous.  I don't think I ever realized
how nice my apartment is this time of day until I saw the way the light
hit your skin."  She picked his hand up from the carpet and brought it
before her face, turning it over in the light before closing her eyes and
placing it against her cheek, running it down over her neck, her shoulder
blades, down to her chest, holding it there, feeling her own heart beat
against it.

She released his hand and he slowly moved it back up, tracing her skin,
her throat and chin, to her lips.  She opened them, letting his finger run
along her teeth, opening as his thumb crossed her lips, and then biting
the skin, holding the pad of his thumb between her teeth.  She growled
playfully, and shook her head back and forth, holding on.  Letting him go
briefly she sat up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.  She
felt a bit light-headed, her mouth dry as she broke the kiss.

"Thirsty?" he asked.  She grinned and nodded, realizing she was probably
not being a very good kisser either.  

"Something with sugar."  

He stood up, and she came up too, "I don't have any soda... juice okay?"

"Of course.  I should go get my stuff too.  And you need to change."  

He nodded, "here, you'll need to get back in to the building," handing her
his keys.  She kissed him again, and slipped her shoes back on as she went
out the door.

She opened the back of her car to get her bag and suddenly remembered the
rope she kept in there from moving stuff.  Excited, she pulled it out.  It
was nylon, green, looked clean, and felt soft enough.  Perfect.  She
blinked and looked around, making sure no one had seen her fondling the
rope.  Stuffing it in her bag, she locked her car and took her time going
back up the stairs to his apartment, starting to feel... what was the
word, she thought to herself.  Playful?  Well, sure, but that wasn't
enough.  Sadistic?  She didn't really want to hurt him -- not too much
anyway.  Naughty?  That was just plain cheesy.

When she walked through the door, still contemplating, having successfully
resisted her instinct to knock, he was standing by the door waiting,
holding a glass of juice.  She closed and locked the door, took the glass
without a word, and went to relax on the couch before grinning up at him.

"Uh-oh," he said, grinning back.  

She stopped, and frowned, "what?" 

"You have that look it your eye."  

"What look?"  

"An evil glint."  

Glint, she thought.  "Are you saying I'm glinting?  Glinty?"  

He nodded, his smile fading under her glare.

She softened, and grinned again, "glinty, I like that.  Yes I feel glinty.
Now get over here, and be quiet like a good pet."  He looked away, and
came over and stood where she was pointing in front of her, his head down.
"You didn't change."  

"No, I, uh, didn't know what you wanted me to change into," he stammered.

"Well, we can't have you going around in dirty clothes, now can we."  The
juice and sitting back in the sunlight was warming her up again, and she
couldn't help staring at his chest, and crotch.  She wanted to see his
skin, his body in the sunlight.  Breaking her eyes away to look up at his
face, still staring down at the ground, she suddenly realized she could.

"Take them off."  He looked up, a bit surprised.  "Now!"  And, to her
delight, he did, quickly pulling off his shirt, his pants and socks with
them, dropping them all on the floor.  He stood back up, shaking slightly,
his dick visibly pulsing, pointing up, standing a few inches out from his
body.  His skin was golden in the sunlight, gleaming slightly from sweat.
His eyes were closed, and she moved quietly forward, eyes drawn down over
his chest by the light hair, seeming to lead her down, mouth drawn by his
skin.

Kneeling before him, she kissed his thighs, just above the knees, trailing
her tongue gently and then nibbling as she moved in, and up.  She ran her
teeth and her tongue up to the line between his leg and pelvis, nibbling
inward, just starting to glance over his balls.  She realized her mouth
was dry again.  She almost ignored it, but then remembered she didn't have
to.  She moved back a bit, picking up her glass and handing it up to him.
"Go get me some more."  His eyes opened slowly, almost in disbelief that
she'd stopped, and took a minute to focus before taking the glass and
turning around to go back to the kitchen.  She watched his tight ass as he
went.

He refilled her glass and came back.  She giggled as his dick bounced in
front of him.  She took the glass, and he returned to where he'd been
standing.  She drank the juice, watching his body before her as she did
so.  Eventually, getting back up on her knees, she licked, more forcefully
now, over his balls, and straight up his dick.  She took the head into her
mouth, and started sucking slowly, licking over it.  She let her hands run
up the insides of his thighs, holding on to his leg with one hand and
cupping his balls with the other.  She squeezed slightly before moving her
hand up, circling the shaft lightly and brushing up to where her lips
covered the head.  Her tongue flicked around the skin, against the hole
while she closed her hand.  As she pushed down, pulling the skin back, her
lips following her hand slowly.  She watched his hands at his sides,
trying to hold themselves still.  When she sucked, his dick halfway in her
mouth, pressing her tongue against the underside, she felt his hands
against her hair, lightly.

She couldn't deny that it felt nice, but she hadn't asked him to touch
her, and she had been enjoying working freely, unencumbered.  She pulled
away quickly and looked up at him.  He looked back down, silent, though
she could imagine him whimpering from the look in his eyes, his hand still
on her hair.  She pulled it off and went over to her bag behind him,
pulling out the rope.  He stood still, listening, but didn't look around
or say anything.  Good, she thought, at least he knows that much.  She
came up behind him and pulled his hands behind his back, wrapping the end
of the rope around and between his wrists a few times before tying it off.

She came back around in front of him, enjoying how he looked with his
hands behind him, unable to move.  "There, maybe that'll keep you from
interfering."  She knelt down again, his dick still hard, pointing even
straighter up, she thought, if that were possible.  She grabbed it,
pulling it down to point at her before wrapping her lips back around it,
taking at least four inches into her mouth.  She moved her hand slightly
on the bottom, stroking up to her lips and back down.  She sucked hard and
pulled away slowly, letting her teeth brush against the head.

His breathing was coming fast now, and his legs seemed about to buckle
beneath him, but she kept sucking.  She pulled her mouth off, stroking
slowly.  Pulling his dick back down, she licked along the side, down along
the bottom to his balls, running her tongue along them.  She moved her
hand back to his balls and ran her tongue back up the side, sucking the
skin into her mouth along the way.  When her lips closed around the head
again, she pushed back down, sucking and closing her hand around his
balls, gently but surely.  Holding him by his balls, she pulled him
forward, deeper into her sucking mouth before pulling him away again.
Moving her head with his body, she started sucking harder, pressing more
with her tongue.

She felt his body tense, as if he were about to come.  He knows he's not
supposed to come, she thought to herself, clearly remembering her
instructions from the previous night.  For her, maybe this was a game to
see if she could make him come anyway.  Besides, it was kinda fun playing
with his dick when he couldn't do anything about it.

She pulled out until just the head was in her mouth at these thoughts,
moving her hand up from his balls to the shaft, starting to stroke.  She
felt the skin stretch under her lips as she pushed down, stroking faster.
She heard him moan as his knees shook, more of his weight against her
hand.  She realized he was about to come and reached a hand up to his
balls to squeeze hard, intending to stop him, but as she started to pull
her mouth off to say something, he exploded into it.  She stopped
stroking, surprised, eliciting an urgent groan from him as another shot,
weaker this time, entered his mouth.  She felt angry at his unannounced
and unauthorized explosion, and especially at having nothing to do with
his cum.

He fell to his knees as she pulled away and back, his orgasm having been
kept from its full potential by her interruption.  She looked down at his
dick, still pointing up but now slightly red, her mouth half-full of cum.
She looked up at him, his face now in front of hers, his eyes looking
dizzy, and kissed him fiercely, pushing his mouth open and holding his
head against hers.  She pushed her tongue into his mouth, pushing some of
his cum with it.  She kept kissing, keeping her mouth hard against his
until between them her mouth had been cleaned.

She pulled away and, as he numbly tried to swallow his own cum, she stood,
looking down, "Did I tell you you could come?  We're going to have to
punish you for this."  He looked up at her, tears in his eyes, clearly
having not even been thinking about the rules, and dazed by his
half-orgasm and the feeling of his cum coating his mouth.  "I-- I'm sorry.
I wasn't thinking...  I just felt... with my hands..."

She took pity on him and picked up her glass of juice, now rather watered
down by the melted ice, holding it up to his mouth and letting him drink
slowly.  "It's okay.  I know this is new.  But you're still going to have
to be punished."  He nodded, looking down.  She helped him up, and wrapped
her hand back around his dick.  It was still pointing straight up, but was
rather more squishy.  She felt it for a moment and then reached under his
legs to grab the long rope hanging down from his hands.  She gathered the
length from the floor and turned around, pulling the rope, pulling him
after her by it, the rope running over his ass and balls.

She brought them through the door into his bedroom, pausing to look
around.  This room was just as sparse as the other, with just a few
bookshelves around, but he had a large bed, so she pulled him over to it
and pushed him down, bending him over the foot of it, his hands tied
behind him and his legs half bent on the floor.  She took the rest of the
rope and pulled his legs apart, tying one ankle, pulling the rope around
the legs of the bed to the other ankle and tying it off, spreading his
legs apart.

"Now, how do you think we should punish you?"  

"Um, however you want..."

"Yes, but how do you think?"  

"Um... spanking?" he ventured, probably considering his position on the
bed.  

"Yes, I suppose.  It's too bad we don't have anything better to use."  

"I, um, have a belt?"  She was still feeling angry and energetic, and was
almost tempted, but mainly impressed he'd be willing to suggest it.  

"That might be rather painful," she said.  

"That.. that's up to you.  They're, um, in the closet, if you want."

She figured, since he'd offered, she might as well look.  She went over to
his closet.  On the wall next to all his shirts on hangers, there was a
simple leather belt.  She took it and went back over to him, staying
behind him where he couldn't quite see her.

"You do remember our rules from last night, don't you?"  He nodded.  "What
were they?"  

"I may not come without permission, and I have to stay hard whenever you
want me to."  

"And what did you just do?"  

"Came without permission because I wasn't thinking and was a bad pet, and
I'm sorry, and I should be punished for it."  She nodded to herself, her
anger softening a bit, surprised at how well he was playing along, even
seemed to genuinely feel like he'd done something wrong.  At the same
time, she felt herself getting excited, even a bit wet at the prospect of
swinging the belt at him.

Knowing he couldn't see her, and wanting to feel herself, she pulled off
her pants and dropped them on the floor.  "Okay, your punishment will be
ten spankings and two strokes with the belt...  If it's too much, you can
tell me and we'll stop..."  

He nodded vaguely, "I understand..."  

"Okay, you count." She put her hand against his ass, below to his tied
hands, feeling it, preparing herself.  She had no idea how hard she should
hit.  When she had done it before she hadn't really been paying attention.
She lifted her hand and brought it back down against his skin, fast.  It
made a loud slap, but he didn't seem to have been hurt much.  

"Um... one," he said.  

She lifted her hand.  She expected to see a pink mark under it, but there
was nothing.  Well, harder, she thought.

She ran her hand over his ass gently for a moment, readying herself.  A
moment ago she had felt real energy, but now, faced with having to
actually spank the ass front of her, she was worried about going too far.
Well, he'd say something if I did, she thought, and then thought about his
cum in her mouth, and her vigor returned.  This time she brought her hand
down harder and pulled it away quickly.  He let out a small yelp and
counted, "two."  She watched as his skin changed colors slightly, and
traced the outline with a finger.  She repeated the process on his other
cheek, "three," trying to make them match.

The next two came harder and faster, lower toward his thighs, and he
whimpered after them, "four. five."  She let her hand drift up over his
ass again, feeling the warmth.  He seemed to be doing okay, so she figured
she should try harder.  She moved herself more to the side so she could
get a better angle.  She spread her fingers slightly and brought her hard
down fast against his ass, making a loud slap and causing him to yelp
loudly.  She was worried she might have hurt him too much, but he only
said, "six," between his now heavy breathing.

She spanked three more times with the same strength, spreading them over
his ass, leaving it spotted with pink and white as he counted each.  His
breathing was ragged now, urgent.  She moved back between his legs and
knelt down, bringing her lips gently against his skin, kissing.  She
reached her hand between his legs, under his balls, feeling his cock
solid, her hand between it and the bed, pressing up against it.  "It seems
you're enjoying this," she said.

He moaned vaguely as she squeezed her hand, "That might not be exactly the
term...  But in some sense I'd probably enjoy anything you did to me."

She pulled her hand out, over his balls, standing up again.  Running a
finger tentatively up into the crack of his ass, she pulled it away
suddenly, and brought her hand back down hard against the bottom of his
ass, her fingers striking his balls.  Her hand hit hard, but she was
careful of his balls.  She saw him jump, and after a moment, he counted,
"ten."

"Good boy...  Good pet," she responded, starting to like that phrase.
"Almost done."  Looking over him, naked on the bed, his legs spread and
tied, her hand drifted into her panties, over her clit.  She stepped
closer to him and pushed her crotch, her hand against his ass.  He gasped,
and she realized it was pressing his dick against the bed.  She pressed
harder, her hand returning the pressure against her clit.  

Distracted, she lifted herself and moved forward until his hands were
against her thighs.  Lowering herself down, she felt him twist his hands
around until his fingers were pointing up, just in time to reach her
pussy.  She moved her hips back, letting his fingers drift over the fabric
of her panties before pushing down more.  She pulled the fabric aside, and
his fingers pushed her lips apart as she leaned forward, lowering herself
down until they brushed her clit too.

Pulling her shirt off to feel her breasts, she held herself up, moving.
She rubbed herself back and forwards like that for a while, his fingers
rubbing her clit and pussy lips, before lowering herself carefully onto
two fingers.  He pushed up into her as well as he could, and she pushed
back until his fingers were all the way into her, his thumb rubbing her
clit.  She moaned and started moving up and down on his fingers.  Shifting
her weight, she put her hands under her, on his butt.  As she lowered
herself again, she pushed down, pushing him against the bed, eliciting
another moan from him.

By this point she was feeling hazy, but looking down at his tied hands,
fingers pushing awkwardly into her pussy, she remembered there was one more
thing to do.  She pulled herself up and moved forward until she was on his
upper back.  Standing across him, she pulled her panties off, and looked
at them, now rather wet.  She sat back down, now naked herself, his head
on the side, straining to catch more than a glimpse of her body.

"I suppose we don't want you making too much noise while we finish your
punishment, do we?"  

He bit his lip, "umm..."  

She grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled back, using her other hand
to push her panties into his mouth, "maybe this will help."  She quickly
climbed off him, standing to his side, letting him look her over for a
moment before grabbing the belt and moving back behind him, feeling
excited now.  They probably wouldn't keep him quiet, but at least they'd
give him a taste.  And she had the extra clothes, so what did it matter.

Only two, though, she thought.  Well, that meant she could probably put as
much into them as possible.  She stood to the side and held the belt by
the ends, swinging it experimentally through the air.  When she got a
feel for it, she tried it against the bed beside him.  Alright, she
thought, and swung as hard as she could.  It landed with a loud thwack
horizontally across the middle of his ass.  He almost screamed, mostly
from shock, feeling his ass starting to burn.

She enjoyed the way he wiggled, and the clear line across his butt, and
stood for a moment, letting her left hand rub across her pussy, feeling
the intense pressure inside her almost ready to explode.  She eagerly
repeated the process, this time lower on his ass, angling down across it,
putting all her energy into it.  He bucked, his whole body lifting from
the bed, and she dropped the belt.

She couldn't help but sink her fingers into her pussy before climbing onto
the bed above him.  Grabbing his hair, she pulled her panties out and
pushed her pussy against his mouth.  He licked eagerly, as well as he
could tied as he was, as she rubbed her clit.  Within seconds she was
coming, holding his head against her pussy with one hand, madly frigging
her clit with the other, his face now covered with her juices.

She came down slowly, laying back against the pillows, stroking his hair.
Eventually she pulled away and turned around, putting her head down next
to his and kissing his forehead.  "You okay?"

He nodded, still shaking slightly.  "I'm okay...  I'd never done that
before...  It hurt so much, still hurts.  But I think maybe I even feel
better now.  I really am sorry I came.  I should have at least told you
when I was about to... I was just so far gone, it felt so good I couldn't
even think.  You're really good at that."  She blushed, surprised, and
smiled at him, pulling his head up to kiss him.  

"You're good.  What do you mean you feel better?"  

"I mean, like, I did something bad, but it's okay now."  He laughed.
"That's silly I know.  Like... like you forgive me I guess."  

She hugged him as well as she could with his arms tied behind him, "I do.
Now, let's go get you cleaned up and find some dinner.  I'm starving."
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