        "There was a young man of this Nation,
        Who didn't much like fornication;
                When asked, 'Do you fuck?'
                He said, 'No, I suck
        Women's quims, and I use Masturbation."
                -The Pearl No. 2
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Its such a strange world.  At a time of chaos and wild changes in
my life, comes this desirable intelligent educated  woman who
wished to be my slave. By her own passionate nature and my drive
to learn and experience more this same woman becomes an E-mail
friend and slave.  We discussed many topics, ranging from
politics, literature, religion, and even sex.  It did not take
long for her to discover my dominate side nor for her to reveal
her submissive nature.
Together we continue to share months of questions, answers, and
passionate letters.
These "E-Slave" Fantasies are 'short' blurbs that had been
written in any number of messages from me.  They contain
fantasies between "Caesar" and "Marnie", his slave.  Though
written by me, they are as much her's as they are mine.  Those
erotic fantasies written by her, or mutually created, are her's
to post or not.
        E-Slave Fantasies #00
        =====================
        by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
        Caesar looked down upon this sexy woman who wanted
        to be his slave.  She still wore the white stockings
        and three inch heels.  Marnie looked angelic with
        the moonlight shining upon her smooth sexy skin.
        Only a few hours before her body had rocked with
        orgasm, her mouth begging for release, and her eyes
        pleading for more.
        Now she soundly slept.
        He bent over to kiss both of her nipples before
        pulling up the thick quilt to her chin.  With as
        much gentleness and kindness he kissed her still
        moist lips.
        It was time to go.
                                -*-
        E-Slave Fantasies #01
        =====================
        by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
        "Who is she?"
        "Her name is Marnie and she was brought in with the other
        accident victims.  The paramedics said she was unhurt
        but she's a bit confused."  The experienced nurse handed
        the doctor her chart.  "Would you like anything else
        Doctor?"
        "No thinks.  Have Billy," the closest intern, "take her
        into 14 and I'll be in directly."
        "Certainly Doctor."
        Only a few moments later, the young doctor entered the
        sterile examining room.  Billy was just stowing her purse
        and other personal items into a drawer for later
        retrieval then pushed the empty wheelchair out of the
        wide door.  "Billy?  Where is nurse Anderson?"
        In his deep southern drawl, "Don't know doc.  Probably
        down with the others prepping the other incoming."  He
        meant the other accident victims.  The freeway was often
        the scene of some horrible accidents.
        "Well if you see her, ask her to come in here please."
        The thick black man nodded and left.  A female patient
        was not supposed to be examined by a male doctor alone,
        the female nurse was to be in the room for both the
        patient and the doctors protection.
        The patient spoke up.  "There's nothing wrong with me
        Doctor!"  For the first time, the young man had a close
        look at the woman.  She was attractive late twenties
        early thirties with short red hair and with bright eyes
        that looked right into his own.
        He saw a bruise on her forehead, "Well I'm sure your fine
        Miss," he had already forgotten her name and quickly
        glanced down at the label on her chart, and came back
        with her first name, "Marnie."  He smiled his
        professional, your-going-to-be-alright-trust-me smile.
        She certainly was responsive.
        She didn't look like she believed him, but looked a bit
        put out to be here.  The doctor pulled out his small
        flashlight and asked the woman to sit straight and
        follow the light.
        As he went through the beginning of the examination,
        Marnie bored tried to read his name tag but the glare of
        the light interrupted her vision.  "Please don't move.
        This will only take a few more seconds.  Look up to the
        ceiling without moving your head."
        She asked, while following his directions, "What is your
        name Doctor?"
        Absentminded, busy examining Marnie for any sign of head
        trauma, he answered, "Caesar".
        Marnie suddenly stiffened up and a huge happy smile came
        to her face.  "Caesar?"  She whispered, almost to
        herself, "Master?"
        Her would have been a bad doctor if he hadn't seen her
        reaction to his name.  But so far hadn't connected her
        bodies actions to his name.  "Yes, that's my name Caesar."
        She moved forward on the couch, almost eager to be close
        to him.  What was wrong with her, he thought.
        "Master?"  Louder this time, loud enough for him to hear.
        "Pardon?  No, I'm a Doctor.  Doctor Caesar."  She looked
        delirious, "Are you feeling alright Marnie?  Do you need
        anything?"
        "God yes master!"  She giggled like a happy young girl
        and squirmed about on the examination couch.  She reached
        for him but he pulled back before she had been able to
        clench her fingers into his lab coat.  "Please master,
        I've waited so long!"
        My god the woman is delirious, thought Caesar.
        Marnie allowed her body to drop back onto the couch and
        then she put her feet into the stirrups.  Her skirt fell
        back to her waist to expose her thighs above the tan
        colored stockings.  She spread her legs lewdly and
        pressed her hands between her thighs to the crotch of her
        panties.  "I never thought this moment would finally
        come."  Frantically she began to rub herself while
        watching the young startled doctor.  "Don't let me come
        yet master!  I've been bad and need a spanking."  She was
        starting to breath rapidly and one of her hands had
        slipped beneath her panties.  The other slid about her
        hip to her bottom and again disappeared beneath her
        panties.
        It was obvious to the bewildered doctor that she was
        fingering both her lower holes and enjoying it immensely.
        The noise of her pleasure was obvious in the quiet room.
        And a distinctive odor was starting to become obvious.
        "Marnie..."  He was uncertain what to do next.  Perhaps a
        sedative?
        "Caesar, my lord and master.  I need you so badly, please
        don't make me suffer like this!"  She squirmed about the
        table almost violently until her body spasmed and her
        self-induced orgasm rocked her body.  Caesar stood open
        mouthed watching the woman as if her body was shocked
        with electricity.
        A few seconds later, she lay exhausted upon the slippery
        rubber cushion her head over the edge of the couch.  She
        still watched him hungrily, but had a satisfied look to
        her.
        Thinking it safe, the young doctor approached the woman
        determined to right her disarray before sedating her and
        calling in a nurse.  It was obvious the blow to the head
        had caused enough damage to bring on this delirium.
        Though he found he was envious of her "Caesar".  To have
        such a woman, he thought.
        Something touched him and looking down he saw Marnie's
        small hands fumbling with the zipper of his slacks.  She
        looked determined and when finally it descended he did
        nothing.  Her hands found his cock.  It shocked him that
        he had lost the professionalism he had worked so hard
        for, and now realized his cock was harder than it had
        ever been before.
        Her hands frantically pulled his cock from the confines
        of his shorts.  When it was finally exposed she simply
        enjoyed the sight of it for a few lengthy seconds before
        opening her mouth and pulling him to her.  Caesar felt
        and saw his cock disappear into the lady's mouth.
        Something inside of him snapped and he let go of his
        ethical beliefs and allowed the animal side of him to
        surface.  He began to pump his hips back and forth, his
        cock moving within the delicious confines of Marnie's
        sucking mouth.  Caesar groaned out with pleasure and
        reached for her small but well shaped breasts.
        He fucked her face frantically, his orgasm quickly
        approaching.  She felt so good and it had been so long
        that her sperm was soon shooting deep into her throat.
        They both moaned loudly as he completed his orgasm.
        The doctor, the man who had spent years and piles of
        money to gain this position began to realize what he had
        just done to this woman.  He pulled his shrunken cock
        from her inviting mouth and zipped himself up.  She was
        licking her lips and smiling contentedly.  "Thank you for
        that gift master."  She sat back up onto the couch looked
        him in the eye.  "Would you like to spank me now?"
        Caesar had difficulty meeting her eye, so ashamed of his
        behavior.  His cock lurched wanting more, and he realized
        this woman had caused a hidden desire that he never knew
        existed to surface.
        "Do you have anyone that could help you home Marnie?"
        She straightened out her clothing and smiled at him.  "No
        one.  I'm your slave to do whatever you wish."  Again,
        his penis jerked, trying to come alive.
        "There must be someone?"
        "Nothing else matters now that I found you!"  She looked
        very happy, as if her largest fantasy had just been
        fulfilled.
        The animal part of him surfaced and he heard his voice,
        almost as if he was simply watching the scene unfold.
        "Well Marnie, maybe you should come home with me?"
        She bounced off the couch and wrapped her arms about him.
        Obviously she was very happy.  "Thank you master.  Thank
        you!"
        He pulled from her grasp and turned to leave.  "I'll be
        back in a few moments, I'll sign you out and get off
        early."  Caesar thought for a few seconds, testing the
        sound of the next words in his head.  "I'm going to spank
        you tonight slave."
        She smiled hugely while a playful look appeared in her
        eye. "Yes master!"
                                -*-
"Well, I'm at work and my mind (naturally) started to think of
pretty slaves and lingerie clad legs and bottoms.  <g>  So, since
its kinda quiet I can sneak a quick indulgence and write a
fantasy that had come to mind over Xmas.  :-)  Are ya strapped
in, the flight is about to take off...ready...set...takeoff...!"
                                        -Caesar
        E-Slave Fantasies #02
        =====================
        by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
        Caesar yawned hugely, both from boredom and exhaustion.
        On the flight he expected to catch a few hours of sleep
        before an important meeting the next day.  Passengers
        were still loading, and the large Boeing started to fill
        quickly.
        A woman, in her late twenties or early thirties, sat next
        to Caesar and stored her bags below her seat.  Usually,
        he rarely talked with strangers, but this woman had
        attractive green eyes and short red hair that peaked his
        interest.  "Hi, I'm Caesar."
        She took the extended hand hesitantly, then her face
        brightened up and she responded, "Hello.  I'm Marnie."
        He could not help but notice her bright face and
        wonderful smile.
        He felt the need to continue talking.  "I just wanted to
        apologize," she looked surprised and hesitant, "if I
        happen to fall asleep and accidently use you as a
        pillow."  She laughed, a nice laugh that he found
        pleasant.  "Just give me a kick if that happens.  Makes
        me feel like I'm at home."  He joined her, laughing at
        the gentle joke.
        They broke eye contact and she finished settling into her
        seat.  A few moments later the airplane took off heading
        north to Canada, and to winter.  Caesar ordered tea and
        sat back and opened his laptop to begin coding on a
        problem that had plagued him for a few days.  Next to
        him, Marnie pulled out a novel and read while sipping
        warm cider.
        It was only a few moments when she turned to him and
        asked, "Are you from Canada?"
        "Yes I am."  He again focused onto her attractive face.
        "Will it be cold?"  She wasn't smiling when she asked.
        Grinning, "I hope so.  I didn't much like the weather in
        Texas - too warm."  She shivered noticeably.  "Are you
        going to visit friends or maybe family?"
        She smiled, privately to herself.  "No, I'm going to
        meet someone."  He didn't push the question and thought
        she may even have blushed.
        Caesar glanced down and noticed her attractive thighs
        that showed below her skirt.  Her legs were encased in
        black nylons but did little to hide the attractive shape.
        Marnie must have caught his eye and one eyebrow was
        raised questioningly.
        She returned to her book and he to his computer.  Caesar
        flipped over to another screen and began to type his
        thoughts - sexual thoughts.  The words flowed onto the
        screen and a story slowly developed.  It was almost
        twenty minutes later that he realized the lady next to
        him was squinting to see the small lettering on the
        screen of the laptop.  When he turned his head towards
        her she was again reading her novel - but her face was
        flushed.
        "What do you usually read Marnie?"  She put her book down
        in her lap and gave him her attention.
        "Oh, almost everything."
        It was time to test the sexy woman, thought Caesar.  "Do
        you read erotica?"
        She nodded and, again, a flush came to her cheeks.  She
        spoke softly, "Yes of course."
        "Do you enjoy reading erotica?"  She nodded again.  "Does
        it excite you?"
        This time she looked back up into his eyes as if testing
        him.  Marnie was more bold as she answered his last
        question, "Yes, in fact it does.  Sometime I write erotic
        stories."
        Caesar let his face reveal his surprise, "You do?"  He
        turned the laptop towards the lady next to him, "Would
        you like to critique a story I finished last week?"
        She answered quickly, "Sure."  They smiled awkwardly
        before she sat forward to better see the screen.  For
        almost a quarter of an hours Marnie read the torrid tale
        about a woman who finds a dominate master through
        electronic mail, of all places.  The story is broken down
        into chapters, and in each - the male character learns
        more of his submissive's sexuality.
        Marnie only read the first few before lifting her face to
        smile at Caesar.  "It could use a good going over for the
        grammar an spelling.  But its very good."
        "Thank you."  He hesitated then spoke calmly, "Does it
        excite you?"
        Her smile faded then slowly returned as she answered,
        "Yes."  She returned to reading, but Caesar thought she
        just wanted to break his gaze.  The situation excited
        him, physically, and he wanted to continue it.
        Through the reading Marie would occasionally smile or
        even laugh as something she read encouraged these
        responses.  Usually, she sat intently, barely blinking as
        she continued to read.  It was at a point when she
        smirked that she reached out and laid her tiny hand on
        his.
        It startled Caesar briefly, then it amused him.  Gently,
        he used his free hand to pull off hers and replace it back
        in her lap.  She only looked up briefly, a frown on her
        face, before going back to read his sexual words.
        A few more minutes and Caesar asked softly, "Are you wet
        Marnie?"  She just nodded and skirmed about in her seat.
        "Would you like to be a slave like the lady in the
        story?"  Marnie never even looked up, she gave no
        indication that she heard him.  Caesar smiled to himself,
        she had heard him, he knew.
        It was a stewardess that finally interrupted Marnie in
        her reading.  After the woman left, Marnie wiggled out of
        her seat and mumbled something about the washroom.
        "Marnie?"  She paused, her back turned but the side of
        her face towards him.  "Bring me back your panties -
        slave!"  She didn't say a word but fumbled a she tried to
        crawl around the edge of the large cushioned hair and the
        fat man across the isle.
        Had he carried his game too far?  Caesar thought the
        woman was attractive and had a pleasant manner and did
        not want to scare her away.  If she had only said one
        word to discourage his suggestive words, he would never
        had continued with his game.  Not that he thought it was
        her fault, far from it, Caesar considered his own actions
        to blame.
        Just when he was convinced that he had acted
        inappropriately, Marnie returned startling him.  He started
        to apologize, "Hi Marnie, I would..."
        She dropped something in his lap and quickly reached for
        the laptop to continue with the story.  Caesar looked
        from the crumpled bundle in his lap to the woman reading
        his story several times.
        Marnie gave him her panties, just as he had requested!
        Caesar sat startled and surprised.  Rarely did his
        obnoxious suggestions to unknown females return such a
        positive response.  His mind soared and he wondered at
        the possibilities.  Would this woman follow up on another
        suggestion, oral sex, perhaps a quick fuck in the
        washroom?  His cock pressed painfully against his jeans
        and the panties in his lap as he thought of all the lewd
        possibilities.
        Eventually his heart had slowed and his mind back to its
        logical analytical self.  Any time of copulation was
        virtually impossible while on the plane.  There was
        barely enough room for one to stand in the washroom let
        alone two.  And if she had consented to giving him head,
        where would they do it?  There was no place that was
        private, and he didn't think the airline would enjoy a
        free show distracting the passengers from the boring
        movie they played.
        One thing at a time, Caesar thought.  He grasped the
        cotton panties and examined them in his palm, low down
        where no one could see.  There was an abundance of damp
        evidence that she had not lied about her excitement.
        Caesar brought the undergarment up to his nose and
        smelled the female musk, deeply inhaling to enjoy every
        second.
        He became conscious that Marnie had not scrolled down the
        screen in several minutes, but just sat staring at the
        screen.  She was watching him in her peripheral vision.
        "Thank you for this gift Marnie."  He placed them before
        her on the keyboard of the tiny computer.  "Don't put
        them back on. I want your sex naked.  Perhaps you should
        go take off your nylons also?"  He held his breath
        awaiting the answer.
        Marnie sat back, grabbing her exposed panties and quickly
        stuffing them into her carry-on bag.  She then sat fully
        back into her seat and starred at the back of the seat
        ahead of her.  Slowly, she moved one hand and lifted the
        edge of her skirt.  Caesar watched as black lace was
        exposed and then it ended abruptly as pale skin of her
        thigh was revealed.  He could barely breath as she held
        this exposure for several seconds before putting her
        skirt back into place.
        He reached across the arm of the chair, and with a
        trembling hand placed it upon her nylon covered knee.
        "You have an exciting way about you lass!"  He spoke
        almost in a whisper.
        She looked down at his hand then spread her knees
        slightly apart.  Marnie's face softened and she whispered
        back, "Thank you master."
        He traced his finger tips up the inside of her thighs,
        wanting to pleasure and tease her at the same time.  He
        felt the muscles beneath the thigh tremble at his touch.
        Finally he reached the edge of her skirt and only paused
        briefly and continued upwards.  His fingers suddenly felt
        the warm smoothness of her skin above the stocking top.
        That was where he stopped and simply laid his strong hand
        upon her upper thigh enjoying the moment.
        "Kiss me slave."  Marnie slowly turned to him, her eyes
        lowered, and tilted her head as they made contact.
        Caesar reveled in the moistness of her lips and the taste
        of her.  Her tongue, pointed like a spear, darted into
        his mouth anxious to taste him.
        A stewardess stood over them and caught their attention
        by caughing strategically.  Her face revealed her
        amusement and her eyes could barely look away from Marnie
        exposed lap with his hand pressed almost up between her
        legs.  She left when they both answered negative to
        headphones to watch the movie.
 -=> Continued...
 
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