Message-ID: <24804asstr$961531846@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ferndoc@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8intad$7j7$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Jun 20 13:58:44 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP: Anne's Fantasy: Things I Love (M/f D/s) Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2000 16:10:46 -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: gill-bates, kelly ANNE'S FANTASY: THINGS I LOVE At times, being a submissive can be the exquisite scratch for the most intense itch I ve ever experienced. The anticipation of the power exchange fills me with a gnawing, hollow ache; the realization of it takes my breath away and spins me higher and higher; the resolution calms and comforts me. I love the way my master strokes my hair when he is pleased with me. He uses his flat palm, starting at the top of my head, and sliding his hand over my silky strands down to my neck, then starts again at the top, like stroking a favorite pet. Other times, he plunges his fingers into my hair, then idly pulls them back, letting each strand drop silkily on its own. Or when he stands behind me and gathers my hair at the back of my crown, wrapping it around his hand and gently using it as a rein to position my head as he desires, often pulling it back until my chin is high in the air and my neck is bared and extended. Sometimes he will reach around and cup my chin as well, holding it while his lips suck on my neck. Or his hand will brush my neck, caressing my throat, then trailing upwards to stroke my face. Other times, he tilts my head forward to admire the sleek line of my spine from my neck to my ass, running his fingers down my back and licking each ripple of muscle until I squirm and moan. I love how my master toys with my nipples, starting with a gentle, warm lick to wet my skin, followed by his soft lips sucking on the hardening tips. I love how his breath feels against my chest as he holds one breast within his palm while cherishing the other with his mouth. It drives me wild -- I feel the exquisite tension from my swelling breasts prickling in my back, gnawing in my pussy, as he sucks harder, nibbling on their tautness. Sometimes he will bite or pinch my nipples sharply but never leaves them clamped for long. I love that he is quick and tender, making his point, but not endangering his possession. I love the way my master touches me, the firm, flowing stroke of one who is confident of his ownership. He doesn t hesitate apologetically or inquire; he fondles me as his inspiration strikes, sometimes absently, his fingers simply roaming by touch, or intensely, as his hands position and knead my body as it strikes his fancy. He likes the small of my back, the way my ass curves up and out; the hollow between my firm breasts; the slope of my neck to my shoulders; the taut, trembling muscle in my inner thigh; the curve of my wrist to my hand. I love his spontaneity. It takes my breath away to be caught unaware by my master in a vulnerable state. My heart flutters into my throat when he quickly opens my clothing to touch me. I am speechless as he presses me forward over his desk, pushing my skirt up to massage my bare ass. I don t know his intentions -- Will he simply caress my buttocks and finger my pussy? Will he spank me, then sit back and admire my sweet, pink ass bent over the table? Will he fuck me there and then, teasing me until I m squirming and wet, then plunging into my pussy or ass until he fills me completely? Or we ll be talking, having a normal conversation, and he will reach to unbutton my blouse or loosen my bathrobe tie. He ll continue talking, now caressing me, while my breath comes faster, flustered, unable to stay focused. Sometimes he will require me to remain naked all day while he is clothed, and I move a little self consciously, blushing, knowing he is drinking in the sway of my breasts and the wiggle of my ass everytime I enter or depart. I love being naughty, seeking his arousal by behaving in a slutty or provocative manner. I tease him mercilessly, wantonly brushing against him with wide-eyed innocence while reaching for things, sitting with my legs open to reveal my bare pussy, pinching my nipples to make them stand out high and proud under a silk blouse. I can see the twitch in his neck when I have piqued his interest, or the telltale bulge in his trousers. I smile inwardly, flaunting my cleavage or sauntering by close enough to leave a scent of perfume in my wake or a subtle brush to his crotch. Sometimes I will strip in front of him, making an obscene production of each button and zipper, strewing clothing in my wake. I toy with him, measuring the gleam in his eye, the quickness of his breath, pushing further and further until I am masturbating with his favorite tennis racquet, moaning and coming without him, in a brazen challenge to his authority. His competitive nature does not permit these activities to remain without rebut, of course. He relishes these conquests, his power to move me to surrender. Sometimes he will swiftly scoop me up over his knee and spank me, holding me firmly as he reddens each cheek with his hand, softly stroking my skin between rounds to further inflame me, then another series of stinging swats on my ass. Usually he fingers my clit and pussy, forcing me to the edge of desire, then begins his punishment anew. He leaves me dangling there, vulnerable, as he questions my motives and ultimately wrings an acknowledgment of my naughtiness from me. Who owns you? he finally asks, and I reply, You do, master. Or he will grab me, tying me wrists firmly behind me, then push me on my back on the sofa where his wet tongue will seek out my pussy, probing and sucking on my clit, as I moan and buck helplessly each time he withdraws, just for the pleasure of hearing me beg. Or he ll force me to my knees, requiring me to undress him with my teeth. He affixes a leash to my collar, holding it tight and guiding my lips to his cock, as I suck and swirl him to a powerful hardness. He pulls on the leash, as he fucks my pussy on my hands and knees, or pressed face first against the wall, or any position where he can control my movements by pressing his hands and feet on top of mine, and I finally give in to his rhythm, his groove, and we become a fusion of cock and pussy with one breath. I love being fucked by my master. His hard cock slides so tightly inside my pussy. He possesses me. He owns me. Each thrust fills me with his power. He fucks me slowly, deliberately, savoring the pleasure of my velvet cunt stroking his shaft and wringing moans and sighs from my lips as he trails his fingers and twists his cock until there is an electrical fire between my thighs and my body cannot control its bucking and quivering. I love the way my master holds me in his arms, gently and tenderly, the way he kisses my forehead and brushes his thumb over my cheeks, my lips, down my neck. I love the way, every once in a while, he calls me baby , or when he is holding me by the collar, my pet . I love the way he praises me, telling me what a good sub I am, that simply thinking about me makes him hard. - END -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+