Message-ID: <27318asstr$973822204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT) X-Original-Message-ID: <20001109133445.12372.00001120@ng-md1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} TheRose m/f, d/s Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2000 21:10:04 -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: newsman, RuiJorge WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2000. The rest of this series is posted at my site http://www.egroups.com/group/MastrKink The Rose She closed her eyes and clenched them tight trying to find new ways to focus on other thoughts to shut out the constant buzz in the air and the throbbing from her skin as the artist continued her work. The first needles had been the worst since they went deeper to create the outline of the object. Now it was just a continuing stinging sensation with an occasional pause as tattooist stopped to blot up the blood so she could see how to work She had thought of this day for so long and wanted it despite the knot of fear and excitement that formed this morning and only tightened as she entered the studio and explained what she wanted done. This was so unlike her. She had always been such a good girl all her life. She never did the unexpected, had received the highest grades and never provided the least bit of trouble to her family or friends. Finally, she had achieved it all; the huge house, the wonderful children, the great career, the husband that adored her and yet........and yet.......... there had been an emptiness that needed fulfillment. So her journey had begun late one night perusing the newsgroups until she found herself drawn to a particular personal ad. She had thought to just answer it and ask a few questions to try and learn more about why it had attracted her. That had been months ago and now she knew more about her desires and hungers than ever before. But she knew this was her destiny and there was no turning the clock back. So this tiny symbol was her quiet way of announcing to the world of what she was. When she had read the letter in one of her mail lists, she knew it was a perfect cover for her. A symbol of Domination/submission, yet cute enough that most of her family and friends wouldn't think any more of it than she was just having a mid-life crisis. After all, it was her name, wasn't it? She closed her eyes and wondered how she would tell her husband tonight of what she had done. She wasn't really worried, she knew that she could handle him easily enough. The balance of power had shifted in their marriage and he wouldn't make too big a fuss. But how would she tell Him? After all, she had signed a contract giving Him control over her body. What would He say? Would He be angry? After all, she was doing this in part for Him to show her devotion and dedication to their relationship. Rose decided that worrying now wouldn't solve things, she would handle it later. The days passed. The scabs came and went, the healing process completed itself until once again her skin was as perfect and smooth as before. Her husband had fussed at first, Then delighted in the jealous looks he would probably receive from the other husbands in their circle at the first gala at the country club, when they could see what she sported on her shoulder now. After months of waiting, the day had finally arrived to show her Master what she had done. She had managed to keep this from Him all this time without slipping. A minor miracle for her since He always managed to get the deepest secrets out of her in no time. But still, she was a little nervous as she walked through the lobby of the hotel and entered the elevator. Since she had dressed as instructed sans underwear, her nipples grew hard against the soft silk of her blouse and she could catch the men making swift glances at them. Too bad, she thought, they belong to another. Using the keycard that had been left for her downstairs, she let herself in the room. Immediately, she begin to undress, folding her clothes neatly and placing them in the corner near the door. She knew where he would be and yes, as always he was sitting in a chair near the window. So she faced him as she did so, wanting it to be surprise for him to notice her new adornment. Then she knelt on the floor and waited for His command. "Come over here, slave, I think we need to talk about what you've been keeping from me these past few months." Why did I ever think that I could keep a secret from Him? So Rose slowly crawled across the room knowing how much He enjoyed watching her ass sway and move as she did so. She knew he could probably see the new blemish on what had been a perfect sea of skin. She would just have to face the music. "Turn around, slave and show me what you have done. And explain yourself, please." So she did feeling his eyes as they looked at her mark of submission forever etched into her skin and explained why she had done this. How it had seemed appropriate for her to declare herself to the world and to show her devotion to the man that had shown her the way. She felt his fingers as they softly touched the beautiful rendering of a long stemmed American Beauty rose, seeing the vibrant red and green in her mind as they looked on her skin. Then felt His lips softly caress and kiss it. "Yes, it is perfect for you, my dear. A rose for a Rose and what a perfect joke on everyone you know." "I do appreciate the thought and it is a perfect gift for me. But of course, your body belonged to me and I didn't give you permission, did I?" "No sir, and I'm ready to submit to whatever punishment you deem appropriate for my disobedience." "Then stand up and face the mirror." Rose did as instructed and looked at herself standing naked in the middle of the room, listening to the sound of leather against fabric as he undid his belt buckle and slowly slid it through the loops of his trousers. Crossing her arms in front of her breasts, she watched him behind her in the mirror as He raise His arm back and then closed her eyes as she heard the swish as the belt moved through the air. And let the bliss begin. MastrKink "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain." -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+