Message-ID: <21638asstr$944280601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Franco" Subject: {ASSM} first Scene Lines: 253 X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 Date: Fri, 3 Dec 1999 23:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, newsman Just a few scribblings to celebrate something that may or may not happen, if anything here strikes a chord, good, but this is MY story . Regards Franco FIRST SCENE Scene 1 On the walk from the station I had been rehearsing what I wanted to do with her this evening. I felt excited, and slightly scared, as if I sensed the feelings I had were so powerful that I could get carried away. 'No', I said to myself, 'you're the Top, you're in control, you're going to MAKE her get carried away! You're going to take her to places she's never been to before, places she never realised..' I calmed down as I said this, feeling the blood pumping round my body slow down, the heat in my groin ebb away, my needs come under my control again. As this was happening I felt the mask come back on, the slight smile, the quiet voice, the hearty laugh. Everyone knew me as the helpful one, the chatty one, the flirt, understanding, people could talk to me - knowing I didn't gossip. Underneath..'oohhh dear', I sighed to myself, looking down, down, inside myself, past that huge, looming wall I had built, patiently, brick by brick, over the years. The wall that served to protect me from.me really. I didn' t have any names for that part of me, people always come up with such silly names, such silliness!! The best description was in a book I read a few years ago, one of the charactors called all the different aspects in him a group name, he called them 'The Black Gang', which rang bells with me!, each member of the gang had a different name to describe him/her.., Killer, Howl, Gorge, etc. I really identified with that. Since then things have been, if not easier, then at least more understandable! Thoughts aside, I come to her door, calm, in control, ready to TAKE control as my right. I ring the bell, a short wait and she answers the door, pleasure to see me obvious on her face, glowing with anticipation, and excitement? (I hope) She offers me a drink, something light, like the conversation, but even as we talk we are both going through the motions, wanting to go straight to the main event, teasing ourselves with talk about work, friends, likes, dislikes. Knowing full well what we'll be doing soon ('very soon' I hear myself say inside, quivering with anticipation and need) We have something to eat, again, like the conversation, the wine and the food become subtle foreplay. Her eye keeps drifting down to the bag I have with me, wondering what's in it. She knows some of the contents, but not all, 'oh no, not all' I say to myself, smiling inside. After the meal (I didn't realise how hungry I was !) we start to cuddle, to kiss slowly, then with greater passion, tongues twining, probing, mouths heavy with saliva, sliding against each other. I slide my hands up into her hair, feeling the silky texture of it, hearing her breathing, then hearing her breathing change as I grip her hair, tightly, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. My mouth goes down to her neck, opening wide, teeth set firmly against her throat, feeling the pulse beating. She knows if I wanted to, I could bite down, hard, feel her blood course out hot against my mouth, feeling her ebb gently away. Her breathing changes again, deeper, more excited, I know she' s thinking about all the things I could do, if I wanted to, helpless to stop me, in my control, getting off on that, getting wet, getting hot and then hotter. Scene 2 She is getting very excited, so I stop. I stand up, pulling her up with me by her hair, exciting her even more, eyes wide, partly pulled open by the tension on her scalp, partly fear/excitement, pupils dilated with stimulation. To set the mood I reach down and unzip the bag she's been so interested in. Pull out a dog collar, hold it up to her eyes for a second so she gets a good look at it, then buckle it round her throat. Not too tightly, but enough so she knows it's there all the time. "Stand still", she doesn't move, watching me out of the corner of her as I reach into the bag again and pull out a length of chain. I clip the chain to the collar. "Pick up the bag" as she stands up with the bag I walk towards the bedroom, pulling her along by the collar and chain. Her breathing gets heavier ('I thought so' I said to myself with a smile), when we get into the bedroom I tell her to stand still holding the chain, she does this with alacrity. "Bend over the end of the bed", as she bends over I clip the end of the chain to the bottom of the bed, stopping her from straightening up. I take one of her hands and tie it to the end of the bad, repeating this with the other hand. I whisper in her ear "what I've tied you with cannot be broken by you, you'll stay here, like this until I let you go, do you understand?" She nods, whispers "yes" I stand behind her, taking my shirt and trousers off (might as well get comfortable!), she can hear me walking around but I'm outside her field of vision (she knows what would happen if she turns her head). I rummage in my bag, not because I can't find what I want, but because she'll hear me and wonder. I pull out a rather nice light riding crop. I bend it a few times, swish it a few times near her ear. I slowly lift up her skirt, pulling it up and letting it lie on her back, knickers are gently pulled down around her ankles. She's shifting slightly from foot to foot "Stand still" I say quietly, she freezes. I bring the crop round to her eyes, letting her see it. "Pretty, isn't it?" I ask, not really wanting an answer. "Kiss it" I say very gently, she kisses the shaft of the crop softly with pursed lips. I nod approvingly. "I'm going to beat your soft, sexy arse with this crop, I want you to count each stroke of the crop, and thank me for each one.do you understand?" She nods again, another quiet "yes" but her breathing is very deep now, skin on her face and chest (what I can see of it) flushed. I stand back, feet spread for balance, waiting...THWACK! The first stroke, she jumps, yelps, it's a surprise for her. I wait, eventually "One, one..thank you" THWACK, the second one the same, slightly below the first one (which has raised a lovely red line on her arse) another jump, another hesitation, then "Two...thank you" "I'm going to give you eight more just like the last two, OK?" she nods, face flushed red. 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10. I stop, her bottom is nicely red now, the weals of the crop running together, but they can still be seen as separate marks to the practised eye. I take some cold cream and smooth it over her now tender skin. She shivers as I do this, sighing, her body relaxing. My fingers slide up and down her thighs, probing gently at her cunt, she's dripping wet, and her body pushes back as I probe her. Gently, I unclip her from the bottom of the bed and let her stand up. "Undress" I say quietly, she complies and then comes towards me, her hand brushes against my erection (erection?, I was concentrating so hard I hadn't even realised!) I stop her, "Stand still", look round the room, a silk scarf? (how handy!), quickly she is blindfolded, I place her on the bed, and attach her hands to the top of the bed, knees up, but splayed wide, displaying her beautiful wet cunt. I slide down the bed, between her thighs, taking in the sexy musk of her, opening her up with my fingers, looking at the coral pinkness of her and gently tongue her. She moves, pushing her hips up, trying to get more from me. I slowly lick her all over her labia, avoiding her clit, just gently going round and round, her pleasure building up. But before she's anywhere near coming, I stop, I just want her nicely wet and aroused. Scene 3 A quick rummage in her 'toy' drawer gives me a couple of items to play with. I undo her from the bedhead. "turn over, all fours, arse in the air, NOW!", the bed virtually bounces she moves so fast. Again hands tied, this time to cords snaking their way to the bedhead, I bring her further down the bed, so her arse is nice and accessible. I tongue her again for a while, running my tongue all the way up to the little brown star of her arse, making it wet and slippery. I sit down on the bed, she can hear me rummaging in the bag again , the snap of rubber as I slide the gloves on. A nice handful of KY is squeezed into my hand, I apply its coolness to her cunt and arse, sliding my fingers in and out of both holes, one finger, two, three, she's gasping by now, pushing back against my hands, "Stay still!, if you can't, I'll have to give you another beating" My fingers sliding, probing, rubbing, touching her clit at the same time undoes her, she gasps, and pushes against me again. I stop immediately, sliding my fingers quickly out of her hotness, the gloves are stripped off, her head is up, questing, wondering? "I warned you, now what will it be? And where?" "Wha.what?" "You moved, I told you not to, you have to pay the price for disobeying me! But you have choices. You can choose what I will use to beat you with, and you can chose where" I lay out what she could chose, the crop, my belt, a fine metal chain. "Where would you like me to beat you?, your tits?, belly?, arse?, cunt?, you tell me" "I..I..I..don't, I don't.." "Too late!, you had your chance, lost it, I'll decide, now be quiet!" I leave the room, get an apple and sit in her living room, enjoying its juicy tartness, feeling hungry, tasting every bite, savouring the sweet smell. I saunter back into the bedroom, she's still there, arse in the air, upper body and head on the bed, glistening cunt dripping still with her juices and lubricant and saliva. Her head comes up again, she can hear me, but doesn't know what I'm going to do. I take a vibrating butt plug, smear it heavily with KY and gently slide it into her arse. It's very thick, and before I finish she's moaning gently. The flared base holds it in place and I switch the vibrator on to a gentle hum. Her breathing increases, the moans get louder, her fingers are gripping the duvet as I carefully move the vibrator in her arse, not even in and out, just enough to elicit moans and gasps from her. I open her legs wider and pick up the belt, folding it double I hold it under her nose so she can smell the leather. CRAACK! Against her inner thigh, CRAACK!, CRAACK!, before she has a chance to cry out, the blows from the belt go higher and higher up her thighs, she screams part lust, part fear and shock, I start to beat her tender arse again, the belt hitting the butt plug at the same time making her moan with excitement. I stop and pull her towards me by her hips, my cock sliding into her cunt with a liquid sound, sliding backwards and forwards, I turn the butt plug up as high as possible, feeling the vibrations travelling through her to my cock, increasing my pleasure, sweat sliding and dripping down my back, my face, dripping on to her back, making my hands slip and slide across her inflamed flesh. She groans and comes. Her cunt gripping my cock over and over as she peaks. I slide out of her and quickly move onto the bed, grasping her head by her hair I push my cock roughly into her gasping mouth, fucking her hard, moving my cock deeply into her mouth, her throat, cutting of her air every time my cock slides deep into her. I moan, deep inside myself, those parts of me starting to get past the wall I had built. The lust and rage, and anger exploding from me as I come in her throat, come so hard I think I'm seeing stars, holding her head as she struggles for breath and my cock is impaled down her throat, spurting hotness even as I come back to myself and realise she can't breath, pulling out, the last spurt shooting across her tongue and gasping mouth and face. I undo her bonds, gently remove the butt plug and hold her, stroking her hair, kissing her face and eyes as her breathing slows, cuddling and caressing each other with gentle words, and soft laughter. I feel purged, empty, at peace. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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