Message-ID: <4263eli$9709201719@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ebodhrain@aol.com (EBodhrain) Subject: First Session (pt 2) Teaser (sorry!) BDSM,M/f,fat Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970920051600.BAA00989@ladder01.news.aol.com> Dear readers, I have told some of you in email that I would have "First Session Part 2" ready by this weekend. Then I went and triple-booked my time this week and weekend (if scheduling time to write fantasies is even ALLOWED to go into the Day-Timer!). Alas, I must take care of my work and church committments before I again let my muse take the reins. It may be another week or more before I'm satisfied enough with "Part 2" to let my baby out into the world on its own. And I don't want to post a hurried, half-assed (sorry) mess. So I decided to go ahead and post what I have so far, as a "teaser". This is the beginning few minutes of Part 2. There's a little overlap in the story, I think because this time it's been coming to me in the voice of Susan, the Sub. The Master has also revealed his name to me -- he is J.B. Since there's that little overlap, I'm afraid that in terms of, shall we say, plot progress, events do not move forward much at all. Sorry about that. Perhaps to make up in a small way for leaving my readers hanging in the same place as before, I've included a little bonus herein. This post includes a picture in the ASCII Art medium, which must be viewed with a non-proportional (and preferably sans-serif) font, such as Monaco. I'd like to hear how this worked out for y'all -- are my readers able to view it successfully? Is it worth the trouble? Should I continue this feature in future stories? *** Standard Disclaimer *** If the perfect newsgroup for this story were to exist, it would be called alt.sex.stories.bondage.bdsm.fat.spanking.anal.enemas Since it doesn't, I'm posting my story in the alt.sex.stories.moderated group. I hope it gets adequate exposure there. The usual warnings apply if you are under 18 (What are you doing in here?!!? Go clean your room!!) or don't like this sort of thing (same question: What are you doing here?). Furthermore, the Sub F in this story (i.e. me) is fat, so if that turns you off, then go away now, cuz I don't want to hear from you. Eileen Bodhrain EBodhrain@aol.com ****************************************** First Session (part 2): The Anal Inspection A J.B. and Susan Story by Eileen Bodhrain (EBodhrain@aol.com) Copyright 1997 Following your instructions, I bend and press my breasts down onto the bed. My bare ass raises up, and I am now, as you say, Presenting Fanny. You reach down behind me, cupping my knees, helping me to spread them a little farther apart, then stand back to inspect your work. My pussy pulses, remembering your considerable attentions there just a short time ago. Your "pussy inspection." Oooh baby. Inspected by J.B. I can feel you looking at me. Mister Inspector J.B. Your hot gaze is like a laser beam, playing over my pussy lips, tickling my clit, boring into my ass crack. What must I look like? I turn my head towards the foot of the bed (I'm crosswise on it) and in the mirror over the low dresser I can see very clearly what I look like. "Boy, are you fat!" a little voice in my head says. It always says that when I catch sight of my whole body in a mirror or window. Fuck you, little voice. Yes, I'm fat. Wanna make something out of it? (Threatening the little voice usually shuts it up.) I look obscene, that's how I look. Even just from the side. This position is not altogether unfamiliar to me. I've Presented Fanny before, by myself, fantasizing, imagining the possibilities. But look there, in the mirror -- _this_ time there's a MAN! Standing there behind me. LOOKING!! Taking in the view that I never get to see. I feel a light breeze play across my raised butt, my back and legs, the soles of my feet, cooling my gaping wet pussy. I feel very naked right now. Totally exposed to you. I watch in the mirror as you move forward, hands reaching for my ass. You squeeze and palpitate my cheeks, poking and slapping a little. "You have a fine fat fanny here, Susan," you announce. "I'll take great pleasure in whacking it good and hard and long. That'll be pretty soon now, but first I must perform your anal inspection." You direct me to reach back and spread my cheeks apart. I know I won't be able to -- I've tried, in this position, and I just can't reach far enough to do any good. I try again now, so you can see that I can't do it. I'm too fat, and my arms are too short. I can't reach very far down my ass -- nowhere near my asshole. The tiny amount of spread I _can_ get is pointless, as it's too far up my crack to reveal my anus. In a stubborn, non-submissive way, I'm _glad_ I can't spread my cheeks for you. What could be more totally humiliating than to expose one's bottom like that to someone? I'm not sure why I signed up for this submission thing -- I don't really FEEL particularly submissive. Mainly why I'm here is that I've been fantasizing about this sort of thing so much, and for so long, that I realized I'd have to actually _do_ it at least once, just to get over the obsession. Maybe I'll like it and want to continue, or maybe I won't. But at least then perhaps I could get on with my life. I watch you in the mirror, standing behind me, your vision aimed into my crotch. You mutter something about my ass cheeks, and reach again into your duffel bag. Is that duct tape you're holding? *** Now I also feel the breeze moving against my asshole -- something I've never felt before. My exposed and vulnerable anus! You've spread my ass cheeks, and held them apart with duct tape, leading from my ass crack around both sides to my front, and stuck the tapes tight together below my belly. Duct tape. Good god. I think I will refrain in the future from making pronouncements about what's more humiliating than what else. There's another "little voice" in my head telling me I should just be feeling ridiculous. I have to agree with her, up to a point, but at the same time, my obsession with my asshole is real. Ridiculous or not, humiliating or not, horrible mistake or not, here I go. My asshole, my asshole. J.B., I know you've been obsessing about it too. All our conversations in email... well, never mind all that. Right now it seems you have it. In the mirror I can see you looking at me again from behind, and I feel your shining eyes boring into me, burning right up into my rectum. You observe me looking in the mirror; maybe you remember my telling you how very visually-oriented I am. Just looking at certain types of porno pictures can get me really hot, as I imagine myself in those situations, those positions. It translates to non-sexual situations, too -- for instance, I can't watch anyone throwing up without throwing up myself. Not even if it's only in a movie -- I nearly lost it during the barf scenes in both "Stand By Me" and "And Now For Something Completely Different". Had to avert my eyes to keep from barfing myself. This visual element is something that's been missing in my sexual experience up to now -- I've always been envious of guys, because they can watch their dick while it's fucking my pussy. I wanna see too! A mirror on the ceiling is good, but it's just not enough! Oh my. You _do_ remember. You're taking Polaroid pictures of me from every angle. You lay them on the bed where I can see them starting to develop, and you put the camera away. Again you pause for a few moments. In the stillness, my attention comes to focus again on my fanny. Specifically, on my fanny's tight, virgin portal. I can feel the duct tape stretching me obscenely wide. Looking at the Polaroids as they become clearer only confirms this, and intensifies my focus on my anus. I can't pull my eyes away from the little dark pucker, nicely framed by the strips of tape, that shows clearly in the close-up shot: .__----__ __----__. / \ / \ / Y \ | | | \__________ /|\ __________/ /__________| * |__________\ \ \|/ / \ /|\ / > -___- | @ | -___- < / /-^-\ \ / / \ \ (This is an ASCII picture; view it with a non-proportional font, such as Monaco.) (No I said ASCII, not ASSCII !) The * is the center of my universe. Now I feel a warm finger touch me here, pressing, rubbing against my anus, gliding around in a little circle. Oooh, I have to moan and squirm a little. A sensation of warmth spreads from my center inward, tingling through my bowels, warming my pussy and deep inside, washing through my "babymaking equipment". Oooh. The finger leaves and comes back, with a glob of lubricant on it this time. Ooooh, cold! You spread the goo, again making small orbits around the center of my universe ... now the tip of your finger comes to rest right at the exact center, and presses. Firmly. *** The full Part 2 is on its way, I promise! -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /