Message-ID: <24775asstr$961456271@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ferndoc@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8il9oi$ilb$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Jun 19 14:12:44 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP: Anne's Fantasies - Assignment Report (M/f D/s) Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2000 19:11:17 -0400 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: Vulpine, gill-bates Assignment Report From a Sub to a Dom Recently I was instructed to go without panties and bra for five days as an assignment and to provide daily reactions to the dom on this assignment. The reports didn t seem to provoke much response from him, though, so I thought I would share them here and hopefully others will get some enjoyment out of them. --------- Subj: THURSDAY Date: 96-06-27 21:01:07 EDT From: Anne350831 It was VERY hot and humid today, and I was extremely self conscious without my panties. It was a constant battle to not think about how accessible I was, that anyone could guide his hand up my thigh and stroke my pussy, or simply gather my dress and fuck me right there. It was very hot in the office (we just moved to different floor so I am still unpacking). Beads of sweat were rolling down my back and the crack of my ass, which made me stop and gasp, and also down my chest to my pussy. I was absolutely squirming as the hot beads of water rolled slowly over my bare pussy. Some were tracing the outside of my pussy lips, but others rolled right between them, like a quick dart of a very pointy tongue, sinking into my cunt. Anne --------- Subj: FRIDAY Date: 96-06-28 21:12:34 EDT From: Anne350831 I am listening to "Tante Na Na," a French Cajun Waltz that invariably arouses me because I can envision the entire dance from the initial overtures (where the man and woman waltz toward each other like a folk dance, not touching, then retreat, then repeat), then the middle section with very rapid and haunting, waltzing spins, with the man gripping the woman tightly, waltzing and spinning simultaneously, steering, totally in control, followed by a very erotic climax. I become deliciously tense with anticipation during the overture, then am swept away during the spins. I can feel the entire dance. The music, of course, makes me think about being dommed. It excites me because the spinning is very powerful and fast, and the man controls all of the movements. Once the spinning begins, it builds in intensity and propels itself on its own strength. At times, I can even see a slight dip, where the man will loosen the slack slightly, causing the woman to bend back slightly from the gravity of spinning, then pull her closer again. It's dizzying and magical, like flying. The movements must be completely in synch or the speed will cause one to fall. Anne p.s. Of course, I am panti-less as my skirt rises over my ass when I spin. --------- Subj: SATURDAY Date: 96-06-29 20:33:49 EDT From: Anne350831 Oh my, it's been a very erotic day. I had a haircut appointment this morning, and the stylist always gives me a brief shoulder and neck massage. Today however she was involved in a conversation with someone else simultaneously, so I received this fabulous, long massage while she was talking. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was you, and I found this very erotic. She started massaging my shoulders, which are muscular, so she was kneading them very firmly in order to get a grasp on them. It literally took my breath away, it felt so good. And I was thinking about how, when you hold me by my collar, how powerless I feel and how mesmerizing that is. She then rubbed her thumbs between my shoulder blades. Chills ran down my back. I was thinking about your thumbs tracing their way down my spine, outlining my shoulders, and I felt my pelvis squirming with anticipation. She massaged my neck next, and at one point, distracted by her conversation, paused with her hands resting on my shoulders, but her fingers around my neck, and it felt just like a collar. She was rubbing the sides of my neck very gently, and little twinges of pleasure were dancing all the way down my back. Then she grasped the back of my neck with one hand, manipulating her thumb and middle finger, hard, and I felt a flush of self consciousness, thinking how often I fantasize about being held from behind by my neck or loosely by my hair, and it was quite a turn on, thinking about that. She massaged my scalp with some conditioning oil, working from the back of my neck upwards, which pushed my head forward, and I imagined you behind me, nudging me forward onto my hands and knees. An errant drop of oil ran down the back of my neck, and I imagined it was your tongue, licking it just before you bit gently. I was completely paralyzed by the sensations, I was so aroused. It took all of my strength when it was over (and it was very very long) to get up and walk over to the basins where they wash the hair. (The rest of the haircut was uneventful.) I ran errands all morning after that, thinking wanton thoughts about you. I was thinking about my seat belt -- noticing how it rubbed against my bare breasts, and also how aware I was of it as a restraint. I was still fantasizing about the massage. I was thinking about driving and being massaged by a pair of hands from behind me. And I was fantasizing that, just when I succumbed to that same state of powerlessness, the hands would slip further down, caressing my nipples over my shirt, and finally unbuttoning my blouse and massaging my bare breasts. And my hands would be on the steering wheel, still driving, pinned against my seat by the seatbelt. In my fantasy, I was squirming with pleasure, my breasts in ecstasy, when one of the hands fell to my lap, sliding under my sundress to my bare cunt, massaging my vulva for a moment while I groaned and slid down a little further in the seat. My legs opened instinctively, and the hand opened its fingers like flower petals, each finger finding a different target to provoke and tantalize. Well, by the time I reached home, I was literally panting, my thighs wet with juice, and I experienced a glorious orgasm (which you indicated was permissible on Saturday) almost instantly when I stroked my clit moments after I arrived home. Anne -------- Subj: MONDAY Date: 96-07-01 21:36:20 EDT From: Anne350831 Dear Michael, I have been replaying last night in my mind all day today. I kept thinking about how I was kneeling, tethered with the leash, sucking your cock, and you suddenly lifted my face to kiss me slowly -- each time I thought about that, I found myself incredibly turned on. It aroused me that you could be firm and controlling, then tap into a gentle side of yourself, like the rush of heat that comes from the caress after the spank, and not the spank itself. But I was also thinking about you and your urgent, primitive side. I was fantasizing that I was kneeling in front of a bed, bent over it, and you were right behind me, almost straddling me from behind. You had affixed a leather leash to my collar, and wrapped it around your hand several times, so there was very little slack. You were sucking on my neck, where my blouse pulled off my shoulder, your hands roaming underneath my skirt (we were both still clothed) and pulling my blouse open to expose my naked breasts underneath, my nipples aroused and hard. I had my hands flat on the bed in front of me for balance. You were pressed very close behind me, your movements forward pushing me flat against the bed and then pulling me back up by the leash. I felt your hand reach for my pussy, finding it bare and moist, and I felt your lips curve against the back of my neck, smiling. You were completely in control; your fingers gently stroked my clit until I was moaning and writhing, but still held tightly by the leash in your hand. I felt your fingers caress my cunt, grazing my lips deliciously with just the tips of your fingertips, and I was in agony and ecstasy, so aroused, bucking frantically and moaning as you fondled me and kissed me gently everywhere. Then your fingers became harder, probing deeper, twisting, and I was panting, begging to be fucked. And you fucked me right there, bent over the bed with my skirt hiked up and your pants open. It seemed terribly nasty and urgent and forbidden, fucking with our clothes on. You were right behind me, pushing me forward until we were both almost face down on the bed. You had one hand holding the leash and pulling me close, and the other hand wrapped around me, controlling my clit, making me insane with lust, while you fucked me with short, fast strokes -- really the essence of just animal FUCKING -- and it was glorious and sweaty and primitive. We both came in violent orgasms, and I remember, at the end, you turned your head and kissed me gently on the cheek, your hands stroking my ass and my hips before you let me go. Anne -------- Subj: TUESDAY Date: 96-07-02 21:04:13 EDT From: Anne350831 This morning I was in a very boring training class and my mind wandered for the entire three hours. I was sitting alone at a table in the room and a guy walked in, late. I didn't look at him; and I didn't know who he was. The room was very cold but when he sat down, he sat extremely close to me, and I could feel his body heat for the entire class. So I was fantasizing about this guy to keep me entertained. I was imagining that it was cold, and we were both naked, feeling the heat of our bodies pressed together. The whole fantasy was lovely and gentle and very soothing, caressing and licking each other's bodies in slow motion, then finally fucking in a graceful, slow rhythm. I thought about it all day, and I enjoyed it tremendously. 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