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Subject: {ASSM} When fantasy meets reality  M/F
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Carol awoke, stretching and greeted the morning, it was her day off, 
Friday, her favorite day of the week, the one day that was hers alone. 
No one to answer to, no responsibilities... well one anyway... feeding the 
animals but that was it, after the animals were fed she could spend the 
remainder of the day chasing whatever trouble came into her mind.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee tantalized her nose and greedily she 
reached for it, thinking to herself that she was lucky to be loved by 
someone who as they left for work cared enough to leave behind a steamy 
cup just for her.  The hot brew eased away the sleep and its warming 
caress helped her greet the day.  Lying there she wondered how she was 
going to spend her time.  Playing on the computer?  Shaking her head she 
dismissed that thought..  Maybe a pedicure?  No she was feeling too 
active to sit in one place for too long.  Shopping!  Yup, that was it. 
The thought of wandering the mall for hours was perfect for this Friday.

Distractedly thinking of the shops she would visit she took a shower, 
applied her makeup, did her hair and then looking into the mirror she 
knew this was going to be a good day, because her reflection said she 
looked scrumptious!  Off to the closet, she wanted something comfortable 
yet sexy to blend well with how she was now feeling, ah yes, a blouse 
that showed just a touch to much of her cleavage, a pair of her long 
legged jeans and a pair of naughty shoes.  Not the most comfortable 
choice in footwear but she admired how they complemented what she wore 
and besides they made her feel sexy... sexy on the naughty side of sexy. 
A little dap of her perfume and off she went.

In and out of the stores she bounced, happy and light hearted feeling 
more than one masculine head turn as she passed.  Yes, indeed this was a 
good day.  Knowing that she looked tasty she passed another guy and 
smiled inwardly as she caught him do a double take but this time a brief 
spark of familiarity caused Carol to slow her pace.  Coyly, she looked 
back over her shoulder but he had already disappeared and not being able 
to place the face she dismissing the feeling returning to her jaunt 
through the mall.

A new store loomed ahead of her with a provocative name..."The Darkened 
Alley"... intrigued she strolled in.  This was something really new and 
different and it was perfect for the mood she was in.  It was like a 
Victoria's Secrets but with a dose of sinister wickedness added to the 
mix.  Carol looked around and her first impression was that this place 
was bit more risqué than Vickie's.  The racks of blouses and dresses 
were a bit more reveling.  The lingerie was dark and sexy and even the 
manikins added to the ambiance of the place. Looking up at one of them 
Carol's eyes traveled over how they had dressed it.  The manikin wore a 
black skirt, which was so short that if a real live woman wore it the 
cheeks of her ass would flash with each step she took.  The skirt was 
belted with a heavy chrome chain that left a linked chrome end 
suggestively dangling past the hem, leather cuffs highlighted by metal 
bars and studs surrounded its wrists, a hinged metal collar with a loop 
for a leash, a blouse that was nothing more than a thin scarf knotted at 
the neck and waist barely hiding the plaster woman's breasts.  The 
topper to the whole display was a black velvet blindfold.... definitely 
this was a dark, dark Vickie's.

The whole image was a bit over the top but the scarf was interesting. 
Not that she would wear a scarf this way in public but still it might be 
fun to see how it looked on her.  She picked up a few items including a 
couple of scarfs one of the too long, too heavy metal belts, a dress and 
a couple blouses.  Looking along the walls she saw the sign pointing to 
the dressing rooms and off she headed.

The entrance to the dressing rooms was cave like, a dark entryway into 
an equally dark changing area.  Looking up she could see a number of 
spotlights shooting columns of light into each changing booth noting 
that even these spots failed to disperse the shadows.  Carol moved to 
one of the rooms pushed the drape aside and snorted, the dark mood was 
sustained, as the room was just four walls painted black, open at the 
top to allow two columns of light to enter and a pair of full-length 
mirrors, an interesting effect as the room remained dark save for the 
two columns of light.  To see yourself in one of the mirrors you would 
have to walk into one of the columns of light.  The hooks to hang your 
garments were medieval, over sized and battered but interestingly they 
were not attached to the walls instead they were lowered into the room 
and were left there to dangle above you.  Whoever had designed this 
store worked hard to keep the mood.

Carol stepped in and pulled the heavy black drape closed she looped her 
purse and items over one of the hooks and then froze, a movement of air 
on the back of her neck told her she was not alone.  Ready to scream she 
heard a male voice say,  `Please don't scream Red."  Terror was now 
seasoned with curiosity as she wondered how this person could possibly 
know that name since she only used it online.  Then in an instant of 
recall she knew.  The image of that rugged head doing a double take 
returned to her, no wonder she couldn't place it as she had only seen 
that face as a picture on Myspace.  They had connected there and over a 
couple of months their chat turned into a heated online fling with her 
cyber lover constantly begging to meet her "in real life" something she 
would not do.  She tried to balance her life by keeping fantasy and 
reality separated but now the delicate equilibrium had been toppled.

"If you tell me to leave then I will" he whispered into her ear as he 
kissed it.  Then sliding his arm around her he continued,  "Red if you 
tell me to stop, I will".  Red however, remained silent.  With 
confident, deft hands he reached up and filled them with her breasts. 
Leaning forward he kissed her neck and hair letting his hands roam over 
her.  Thoughts of running still darted through her but his hands 
strummed her body making it vibrate to his touch and she decided she 
still had time to bolt should this become too scary.   His hands slipped 
down he took hold of her blouse and raised it.  Carol, no she reminded 
herself she was now Red, and as Red she felt excitedly sinful as she 
raised her arms up to allow the blouse to be pulled completely off her 
body.  She shook violently as she felt the clasp of her bra open and 
wondered if she could really let this happen.  Torn between desire and 
fidelity she hesitated and felt cool dark air caress her nipples as her 
bra glide away from her breasts.  Kisses to her ears and neck kept her 
glued to the floor she was caught between the two worlds and then just 
when this was becoming too real she saw a hand reach up and watched as 
one of the scarves was tugged from a hanger.  Tenderly but with 
determined force her lover bound the scarf around her wrists and then 
looped her wrists over the hook, her feet just touching the ground.

She no longer had a choice, she was helpless to his lust, at least that 
is how she convinced herself that she wasn't really unfaithful.  She was 
being taken against her will, was being forced to do something she would 
not willingly do.  She felt hands caress her exposed flesh, kisses 
rained upon the back of her neck, then her ears and she turned her mouth 
to him and they kissed deeply.  The kisses ignited her need and 
untouched she felt her hardened nipples tingle.  Hands that she knew but 
had never felt brushed her belly and then they loosen her belt and 
unbuckled her denims.  Kisses continued to be traced along her neck as 
her lover swung her around to face him.  He wanted to watch her face as 
she realized he was about to strip her bare.  Red saw the lust written 
over his face and she gasped and involuntarily stepped back.  He smiled 
as her hooked wrists kept her from moving too far away and then in 
surprise he watched as Red boldly returned to him pushing her naked 
breasts into him, she lifted her head to him and they melted into a 
kiss... he wasn't disappointed by her reaction.  They kissed as first time 
lovers, wet, insistent and they bathed themselves in their warm desire 
for each other.  Their lips parted and he took a step back, Red filled 
her eyes with him, really seeing him for the first time and she quivered 
when he slid his thumbs into the waistband of both her jeans and panties.

With her arms bound above her she let the kisses tease her eyes, her 
cheeks, her neck and breasts as her pants and lingerie were lowered. 
She felt hot breaths on the fine hairs of her stomach and then kisses to 
her mons as it was gradually bared.  Then when her clothes were all the 
way down he softly removed first one shoe, then the other and brazenly 
she stepped free from her jeans.  Safety was just a word or a shout away 
but a gasp was all she mastered as those firm hands put her feet back 
into her heels.  New sparks of sexual hunger pounded through her as the 
mental picture of what she must look like buffeted her.  Naked, bound, 
arms raised above her, breasts uncovered and vulnerable, her round 
bottom pushed out by the stilettos made her feel deliciously nasty. 
Then her lover moved himself into one of the columns of light.

Slowly he began to remove his clothes.  First his shirt, showing off a 
strong chest speckled with a fine light brown down, then his shoes and 
socks.  Now lewdly, he looked Red over, hard eyes drilled into her 
nakedness and unbidden she felt her body blush.  Her reaction was to 
cover herself from this invading gaze but with hands tied above her she 
could do nothing and her level of arousal was rocketed higher.  Her 
pussy had become so wet that in the cool air of the dressing room she 
felt moisture on her thigh.  It hadn't been since high school that she 
had felt her wetness ooze down her leg and she loved it.

He loosen the buckle of his belt opened his pants and smoothly removed 
his remaining garments.  Red was transfixed by his erection.  The only 
hair visible was the same light brown down that was on his chest and it 
only sparsely covered the area above his prick, his cock was already 
rigid and its shear mass pulled it downward as it was not only long but 
also thick, his balls were smooth and inviting, laying there shielded 
behind that massive tool.  This was the image that would burn in her 
memory as she ran her eyes from his face to the floor etching the light 
color of his hair, the color of his eyes, the tilt of his broad 
shoulders, the strength of his arms, the smooth muscles of his belly, 
the bend in his masculine legs and of course his beautiful firm cock 
into her mind.  A movement brought her back and she watched in rapture 
as standing there flat-footed he took himself into his hand and began to 
stroke the shaft.

Again locking into Red's eyes he saw her flush as he slowly approached 
her.  After talking with her for months he knew what she liked and he 
planned to replay many of the things they had done, only this time in 
real life.  Taking her into his manly arms he ground his cock against 
her nakedness while kissing her deeply, their tongues darting.  She 
sighed and attempted to struggle away but he held her tight.  Something 
above his head glinted and he looked up to see the heavy chrome steel 
belt and he reached up and brought it down.  Red jumped as he wrapped it 
around her waist because it was down right cold.  He hooked it and then 
let the loose end dangle.  Standing back it was his turn to lock an 
image into his mind.  There was Red, completely naked, hands tied above 
her, round breasts pulled upwards by her raised arms, her tits 
punctuated by erect brown nipples, a vulnerable torso, beautifully 
proportioned legs ending in high heels with that nasty chain as her only 
garment its links being pulled into a gentle arch by its own weight and 
the loose end falling between her legs off center just enough to leave 
her smooth naked slit exposed for his view.  The whole image so 
intoxicating that he wanted just to stroke himself to orgasm, shooting 
all over her as he came but as erotic as that image was he had other 
plans for her.

He moved behind her forcing her legs apart as Red bit her lip to keep 
from squealing her desperate need to be fucked.  She melted as he 
reached under her brushing against her inflamed lips and took the 
dangling chain and gently maneuvered it into the center of her pussy. 
Cold steel crashed against her hot clit as he wrapped the chain around 
her crease from clit to the top of her ass and she felt her pussy lips 
opened and spread around the chain separating her into two distinct 
halves.  Kneeling he lifted the chain making Red rise to her toes.  She 
moaning in desire and then moving the chain aside and he began to tease 
her ass with his tongue.  Whimpers escaped Red's lips as he rimmed her 
leaving a wet trail, explosions rang within her as she felt his tongue 
push its way into her while his finger traced the line of the chain from 
one end of her bifurcated body to the other.  After a few minutes of 
this torture he pulled back and with and evil grin he centered the chain 
and using a finger pushed at it watching it fold itself over as it sunk 
into her now lubricated ass.  With the chain pushed finger deep into her 
ass and held in place this way he came around in front of her, his dick 
moist with his pre cum and lifted first one leg onto his shoulder and 
then the other.  Standing he had Red suspended with her chained pussy 
right in front of his face bringing the sight of her lips spread around 
the chain to his eyes.  Supporting her cheeks with his hands he danced 
his tongue over the links of the chain right above her clit causing the 
chain to roll and rock against it.  Desperate to taste the woman he had 
fucked with words he pushed at the chain again and again with his tongue 
finally feeling her moisture coat the chain and as it crept to his 
tongue he savored her sweetness.

Red squirmed and moaned at each movement of the chain against her.  She 
frantically bucked against his face wildly trying to make that chain 
penetrate her.  Red couldn't believe it, this was the nastiest thing she 
had ever done and she convinced herself that she was powerless to fight 
against this wicked theater.  She kept telling herself that she was 
forced to be her lover's sex toy, forced to play her role in this sultry 
encounter simply because she was bound and helpless but as she wiggled 
and twisted she found that she was held defenseless not by the scarf 
tied to her wrists but by her own animal lust   Her clandestine lover 
had overpowered her and was making her pussy electric with his teasing 
but it was she that willingly surrendered her body to her lover.   Every 
time the chain rolled against her clit new jolts shot through her body. 
  Each motion of his tongue caused the chain to pull at her and she 
responded to the shear thrill of how she was being taken.  This chance 
meeting coupled with the lewd nature of what they were doing created 
earthquakes within her.  And, just as she thought she was going to burst 
he forced the chain out of the center of her pussy and lowered her down.

Holding his own cock in one hand he let gravity bring Red down on top of 
it watching as his massive tool was engulfed by Red's hot cunt and as 
she settled onto his shaft she wrapped her luscious legs around his 
waist.  Now imbedded in her he began a long slow rhythm of strokes 
supporting Red's behind in his entwined hands, the chain pushed to the 
side added a new dimension to the fucking as it rolled to its own 
oblique motion and as they fucked Red rolled her head as she felt the 
chain move within her.  Her lover passionately pushed his organ deep 
into her and then pulled back till the tip of his cock became visible 
and in this way they screwed, starting with a slow gentle pace then 
gradually picking up speed as their orgasms approached.

The two of them moaned and ground themselves against each other, Red 
hoisting her own weight up using the hook for leverage and then slammed 
herself down onto his rod over and over.  The chain rolled against her 
labia, and with her pussy stretched this wide she found with each 
penetration her clit would rub itself down her lovers shaft and she 
shook violently in blind sexual hunger.  In staccato squeals they pulled 
and separated and thrust.  And in a massive wet eruption they came.

He reached up released her from the hook and brought her arms down and 
around his head with her wrists still tied.  Together like this they 
kissed still coupled, still moving against one another they slowly came 
to rest.

Red knew this was the most erotic moment of her life but she also knew 
that she would have to tell her husband about this...but how to do it.

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