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Subject: {ASSM} A Sex Memoir, part ten, M+g, Fg, bondage
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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 10

My mouth fell open.  "Is that why you knew so much about Rene and
Becca?" I asked.

"Yes, beautiful, I'm afraid so."

"But if he's your," I paused, "master, and you're his slave, why
did he bring you here?"

"He didn't tell me why," said Ann.  "He just told me on Saturday
I would be coming here.  I have an idea or two, but it doesn't
make any difference.  He tells me what to do, and I do it."

"You mean you're a real slave, like, real?"

Ann laughed a little.  "You shouldn't be that surprised.  And
yes, I'm a real slave."

"How did you become his slave?" I asked.

"He bought me."

"Ohmygawd," I blurted.  "You were sold, I mean bought?"

 "Yes, when there's a buyer there's nearly always a seller."

"But why would anyone sell you?" I asked incredulously.  "You're
really pretty."

"It's all part of the deal," Ann replied.  "I found a man, or he
found me, and I agreed to be his slave.  But he told me at the
outset that if I became an obedient and submissive slave that he
would sell me.  I didn't think I'd ever become that submissive,
but after a few months I did.  Then he told me he would shop me
around, unless I walked away.  I didn't, and I got sold."

"Oh, shit," I mumbled, "I can't imagine what that must have been
like."

"It wasn't nearly as bad as you think," said Ann.  "I was vetted
by several men before my master made an offer to buy me.  He's
been strict, but fair.  Still, I'll probably be sold again within
a year."

"Oh, gawd, I can't believe this.  You want to be sold?"

"Before a man buys me, he's examined me completely, and I know he
wants me enough to pay good money for me.  It's humiliating to be
bought and sold, but in a way it's a real compliment.  Now can we
leave the buying and selling stuff alone?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said reluctantly.

"Good," said Ann.  "Let's go back to the motel."

When we got to the motel, Ann tried the door to her room. 
"Crap," she said, "it's locked and I don't have a door card."

"You can stay in my room tonight," I said.  Then I caught myself.
 "I mean, you're nice and all that, but I'm not inviting you to
sleep with me."

"Tonight was the first time you ever kissed a girl," said Ann. 
"Am I right?"

I hung my head.  "Yes, you're right."

"Don't worry," she said, "I won't try anything you don't try."

This wasn't exactly reassuring, but I led Ann up to my room.  The
door was ajar.  "I guess they expected me to come back," I said.

When we walked in, the room was pitch black.  "Take off my cuffs
and I'll find us some blankets," I said.

It took a minute for my eyes to adjust.  When they did, I found
two blankets and two pillows and spread them out on the floor.

"The only place they gave me to sleep is on the floor," I said.

"Don't worry, sweet stuff," said Ann.  "I've spent lots of nights
on the floor.  Can we take a shower before we lay down?"

"Sure," I said.  "You want to go first?"

"I want to go together."

"Ah, I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Not a problem," whispered Ann.  "I'll be out in a minute."

When Ann returned, I took my turn in the shower, then joined her
on the floor.  We were next to each other, but separate.  She
nestled up next to me.  "Can I kiss you goodnight?" she
whispered.

"Yeah, I guess," I answered.

This time when Ann kissed me, my arms were free.  I was lying on
my back and at first reluctant to embrace her, but her kiss was
just as sweet as it had been on the beach.  When I wrapped my
arms around her neck, she was lying very close to me, and in a
minute the gap between us had shrunk to nothing.  Her body was
warm and soft and sensuous, and I became aroused in a way I never
had before.  Then I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her
away.

"Gawd, that's enough.  I have to go to sleep."

She kissed me on the cheek.  "Sweet dreams," she said.  She
rolled over on her own blanket and, from what I could tell, went
to sleep.  I lay awake for an hour before I fell asleep.

Late the following morning, I was awakened by Lance.

"Where did you go last night?" he asked.  "We thought you'd run
off."  Then he looked at Ann.  "Who's that?"

"Just a girl I met last night," I said.  "Don't worry.  You'll
like her."

At this point we were joined by Johnny and Eddy.  The stirring
awoke Ann.

"This is a twist I didn't expect," said Johnny.  "Cat goes out to
get fucked and brings home a girl.  Is there something you
haven't told us, Cat?"

"No," I said indignantly, "there's nothing I haven't told you. 
This is Ann.  I met her last night on the beach.  She was
partying with the men the same as I was."

"So that's where you went?" asked Lance.  He turned to Eddy and
Johnny.  "You two were supposed to take turns watching her," he
said.  "How did you miss her going to the beach?"

"I turned away for a second," said Eddy, "and when I looked back
she was gone.  That guy had been fucking her for twenty minutes,
and it didn't look like he was ever going to quit."

"Hmph," Lance snorted.  "We're damned lucky we aren't minus one
girl, the only one we have."

"It all worked out," pleaded Eddy.  "Now we have two."

"So you what's your name, Ann?  Where are you staying?"

"I'm in a room with some other girls on the first floor," Ann
said calmly.

"But you stayed here?" asked Lance.

"I was locked out," Ann replied.

"You're making something out of nothing," I interjected.  "Why
don't you get my cuffs," I said suggestively.

The three men stood staring down at us for a few seconds. 
"Well," Eddy said slowly, "we've got two girls and there are
three of us.  I don't see a problem."

The three men looked at each other in turn.  "I'll get the
cuffs," said Lance.

The men probably didn't intend to be comical, but they had been.
In less than a minute, Ann and I were both engaged, me taking
Lance and Johnny, while Eddy had Ann blow him.  Ann neither
muttered a word of dissent nor acted like she expected anything
but sex.  She was as willing and pliant as a girl could be, not
that I had much opportunity to watch her.  The men took turns
with us for an hour and a half, and all of them were very happy
when they finally desisted.  As they had the previous morning,
they bolted out the door as soon as they were through with Ann
and me, promising to return with breakfast.  As soon as they were
gone, Ann glided to my side.

"Now kiss me again," she said.

"But I have a load of cum on my face and there's still plenty in
my mouth," I protested.

"Don't swallow before you kiss me," said Ann.

She planted a kiss on me that was very passionate and, turned on
as I was, I responded in kind.  The kiss lasted for over a
minute.

"You see," she said, when she raised her head, "men are the
perfect prelude to sex with a girl."

I had to admit, to myself, that kissing a messy girl had its
attractions.  Ann, though, wasn't nearly finished.  She kissed me
again and then, with our tongues, we helped each other remove the
cum from our faces.  The five minutes we spent doing this was a
remarkable continuation of sex with the men.  The men were there,
but at the same time not there.  To my astonishment, I was very
nearly having sex with a girl and enjoying it.  Ann didn't let
the 'nearly' part last long.

"Sit here on the couch," she murmured.

I'm not sure to this day why I obeyed without asking her why.  As
soon as I did, though, Ann was on her knees kissing my pussy. 
She kissed twice, then slipped her tongue inside me.  I was
messy, of course, but that not only didn't seem to bother her, it
seemed to arouse her.  I wanted to protest, but she pushed my
thighs apart and sank her tongue deeply inside me.  It felt so
good that my protest came out as a small cry.  She was as eager
with her tongue as any man would be with his dick, but the
stimulation was entirely different.  It was sweet and sensual,
but completely feminine.  I squirmed on the couch, half in an
attempt to get away, half from excitement.  With my wrists bound
behind me, though, I couldn't use my arms to help push myself
away.  I squirmed ineffectually as Ann withdrew her tongue from
my pussy, slipped it between my lips, and began lightly tonguing
my clit.  I cried out, nearly loud enough to be heard outside the
room.  Now, though, the stimulation was so intense I could feel
an orgasm rising inside me.  I tensed every muscle in my body to
hold it back, but as soon as I relaxed, I felt myself rush
perilously close to the orgasm again.  I was nearly helpless on
the couch, and Ann wrapped her arms around my thighs, pushed
forward to pin me against the couch, and continued working my
clit.  It took only another minute to make me have an orgasm, an
orgasm accompanied by scream that nearly made my ears hurt.

As the orgasm washed over me, Ann continued ministering to me
with her tongue, slipping it again inside my pussy.  I panted
like a cheetah after chasing down an antelope, and finally
stopped my squirming as the effect of the orgasm subsided, which
took much longer than I thought it should.  When my body finally
went limp, Ann sat back on her haunches.  She rubbed the inside
of my thighs.

"I never imagined a girl could be so sweet," she cooed.  "I know
you hate me now for using you, but you're irresistible."

"I don't know what to think right now," I panted.  "I just had
sex with a girl, real sex.  You made me cum like I've never cum
before."  I laid my head back on the couch.  "Shit, what do I do
now?  I let a girl eat me!"

Ann got up, sat down next to me on the couch, and put her arm
around my shoulder.  "Don't fret, beautiful," she said.  "Every
time you learn something new, it's confusing, upsetting.  Do you
remember how you felt the first time you had sex with a man? 
I'll bet that bothered you, too."

"Not like this it didn't," I moaned.  "Now I don't know what to
think about myself."

"You'll find out, and it won't take as long as you think and it
won't be as bad as you think.  Are you worried that you're a
lesbian?"

"Yes, shit yes," I cried.

"Then don't," said Ann softly.  "You're not.  You don't think
you're ready to switch from men to girls, do you?"

"No," I groaned, "no, I don't think that.  I wish there was a
gang of men here to fuck me."

"There will be," said Ann, "today, just as soon as you want it. 
But banging for a week won't take away the orgasm you had with
me.  Calm down, tell me what's really bothering you."

"Gawd, if anyone found out I had sex with a girl I'd never live
it down."

"You mean if anyone found out you enjoyed sex with a girl you'd
never live it down."

"Shit, I don't know what to think," I whimpered.  I lay my head
on Ann's shoulder.  "What did you think the first time you did it
with a girl?"

"Hmm," mused Ann, "I'll never forget that.  It was a couple of
weeks after the man who sold me first started training me. 
Another master brought his slave to our house, and they made us
have sex.  We spent an hour on the floor, pretty much just going
through the motions.  I didn't much like it.  But that night, we
slept together and we got to know each other.  I found out we
were very much alike.  The next day we performed for our masters
again, and it was much better.  We slept together for a week and
became lovers.  It was one of the best parts of my training."

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

"Slaves almost never lie to each other," Ann answered.

"Is that what you think?" I asked.  "That I'm a slave?"

"Probably not," said Ann, "probably not.  But I'd like to know a
little more about you."

2013, by Cheryl Allen Tessler.  Other works by the author can be
found at <a
href="https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%3FCat%3D25
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