Message-ID: <34861asstr$1011557404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Reply-To: NOSPAM.emp@NOSPAM.hotmail.com From: "empath :{)" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 20 Jan 2002 09:33:16.0704 (UTC) FILETIME=[7D464200:01C1A195] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 06:03:16 -0330 Subject: {ASSM} "A Reluctant Master"[empath](MF bdsm anal span coll)[4/?] Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2002 15:10:04 -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: apuleius, gill-bates Warnings: -Don't read this if you can't vote. Don't read this if you don't like erotica. -Also please do not attempt to make money off of MY story, as a lawsuit often offends. -Oh, and don't lick cold metal - it hurths.;P Prefatory apology: Okay folks, this is chapter four...and unfortunately the last chapter - FOR NOW. I've 'petered out' on this topic; I fully intend on finishing it off with at least two or three more chapters (the end of this chap. obviously leads to more), but I just don't have that thread right now. I promise I'll hunker down and describe some of Karen & Dave's adventures as soon as I get the time! And THANK YOU to everyone who took the effort to send me praise; it's the chief reason I won't let this story 'die on the vine.' :D Best wishes, and happy reading, Empath Do not automatically reply to this message/post without editing the address (spam-blockers; wonderful things:) My correct email: Eee-Em-Pea-Ay-Tea-Aitch-Six-Nine at hotmail dot com. _________________________________________________________________ Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com <1st attachment, "Arm4.txt" begin> {ASSM}"A Reluctant Master"[empath](MF bdsm anal span coll)[4/?] Author's note: This is a multi-part story that keeps evolving as I write; I can't tell you how many chapters there'll be by the time it's finished because of the way new things keep popping up in my mind and demanding they be incorporated.:) You should be able to find chapters one, two and three of this opus in the same place as where you got this; you may well enjoy this part on its own, but reading its antecedents may well prevent any loose ends detracting from the story. Additional warning: DAMN; I didn't think I had this in me - I've always prided myself in being so 'vanilla'. :) As a result, I MUST warn you not to try emulating the events in this particular story. I've gone through a LOT of twisting and turning to get a 'safe environment' set up for these activities, and sex with people you don't know that well is risky enough as it is, without the complications that pain and restraint add... =============== A Reluctant Master, part 4 By empath December 2001 ========= Karen had been telling me of her time in college that got her interested in bondage, dominance and submission. My wife accused me of nodding off - which I naturally denied and was found innocent when I recounted everything she told me. We agreed that we were both tired and decided to get to bed before letting her carry on with the story. We helped each other upstairs, undressed ourselves, and snuggled under the covers together. "Now, where was I?" "You'd had the rules of your sorority initiation spelled out to you and had made your vow to be a sex slave for a month to become a Chi Omega Rho. You were just getting handed over to your new master, Dave Silva - a handsome Native American-ish feller, I recall." "Right..." * * * "Hello, slave Karen." His voice was like Napoleon brandy; strong, soft, and oh so rare. I actually stammered a little before handing over my leash. "H- hello, Master." My hands went to his belt of their own accord. But before I could unbuckle him, he grasped my hands to stop me and stood me up. "I don't think so, slave. We can do that later. I'd rather get to see exactly what I'll be working with. Take off your clothes." I hesitated, uncertain. I really wanted to strip myself naked for this man, but all the people around me... His voice wafted into my ear like alcoholic fumes, soft and persuasive. "Now, now, little slave. Remember that you'll be spending most of your free time this coming month in the same state of dress; all I'm doing is getting you started early." Still my hands didn't move, more out of fear than reluctance. "The other guys actually asked things of their slaves that could have been refused - public blow-jobs and the like are voluntary. I, on the other hand have requested you do something that is /de/rigeur/ for you; and still you refuse? This is going to be a busy month for your ass, slave." It was thrilling for him to speak so coarsely and eloquently in the same breath, and all with such a gentle tone of voice! I finally found my voice. "Master, please." "What is it, slave?" "I...I don't know if I can undress myself right now; I want to, but..." I raised my hands, and he felt their trembling as he held them. "I see, slave. Sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusion. Most certainly I'm willing to help you disrobe." And he kissed my earlobe ever so gently. And let me tell you, Becky was right - I'd lucked out to the extreme. Having Dave undress me was the sexiest thing I'd done at the time. He made me forget about everyone else in the room. And I think he had an affect on them too; the other masters got whoops and cheers as they had the slaves perform their first subservient acts, but it was quiet in the room, with only the heavy breathing of a lot of us broke the silence. Every square inch of skin that he exposed was kissed or caressed. My breasts were flushed and their nipples erect before he took my bra off, but they seemed to swell as he revealed them to the room. And the little love-bites he gave my nips actually caused me to shiver with little climaxes. When Dave slid my panties down, they left wet trails down my thighs. He had me step out of the sopping undies and twirl for our audience, clad only in the studded slave collar. I was rewarded with a nearly unanimous sigh. Then he led me back to my...or now HIS chair. I knelt beside him and rested my head on his knee with devotion. Fran was flushed and distracted when Teresa nudged her. "Ah, yeah. Right. Now we will give you a little demonstration here. It will show you both what we mean when we say you're protected, and illustrate what you can expect from punishment." She looked to the two fraternity brothers waiting behind the table. "Tom, Phil - since you're unoccupied at the moment, would you care to assist Teresa?" They nodded and the three people exited the room through the door the Rhos came in. They soon returned with a naked man. He had a collar around his neck like us slaves, and Teresa led him with a leash. Each of the other guys held one of the man's arms as they brought him before the table. The pledge-Mistress addressed us. "This...thing thought he would introduce his slave to the wonders of anal sex last year. She objected, but he had her restrained at the time and carried on anyway; instead of easing her into this properly, he clumsily fucked away at her ass and ruptured her because of it. The poor girl spent a week in a hospital bed before the doctors said she was safe to walk. His fraternity has agreed to let us punish him - the other brothers here can witness as to what we do; if they decide we didn't go far enough, they'll tack on a few more things." Teresa looked over to one of the couches of Mu's. "Trish, would you like to come up here?" The sister nodded, and stood. She sighed deeply as she smoothed down her skirt, then joined the others. When she got there, she stopped and looked the naked Rho in the eye. "I'm sorry; I was wrong, Trish." He seemed quite sincere. She gave him a peck on the cheek. "I know, Ed. Thank you. You still have to go through this, though." He set his jaw and nodded solemnly. "Ed?" Teresa asked, to get his attention. "We're going to strap you down and give you two dozen lashes with a paddle." He nodded again. "Right." "And...then we're going to show you how to open up someone's asshole for the first time." His eyes widened as he realised how Terry intended to do that. Ed swallowed nervously, then said, "Th...that'd be a good idea." Dave's hand stopped stroking my hair. "Oh, Terry - could I speak with you for a moment?" He kindly shifted my head before standing and before he walked up to the others, placed my leash on the chair and directed me to stay put. He spoke quickly with the Pledge-Mistress, our chapter president and also the frat boy about to be punished. After some conversation - where my master's tone took an obvious persuasive bent - the four of them looked over at me. I blushed from the attention. Teresa came down and hunched down as she spoke to me. "Slave? Your master has asked something of us. Firstly he wishes to have you punished for dragging your feet in obeying him; I'm sorry, but he's got a point - you did have to obey him in stripping down." "It's okay, Mistress - I was nervous about everyone else around me. I agree with the punishment." "Okay; it'll be six strikes with the paddle, and you'll be tied down on the table in front of everyone." My pussy clenched at that, and I gasped. "Relax; I have a feeling you'll like it, slave." I shared the smile with Teresa. "That's what I'm afraid of, I think." Terry nodded, then frowned a little. "The first thing we have to discuss is that Dave wants two people to spank you - himself striking you right-handed, and someone else who is left-handed." "Oh." That didn't seem any worse that getting all six from Dave. "Yeah; it's not very upsetting - I can even see his point - but it would mean that someone other than your master would be hitting you; this is not what you agreed to, and we have to get your consent." "And you have it, Mistress; who is the southpaw?" She smiled evilly. "You should have asked before agreeing - I am left-handed." My stomach fluttered, and I smiled meekly at her. "I'm looking forward to it." "I bet you are. Next we'll be punishing Ed for what he did last year. The twist is, rather than uncuff you and put him in your place, Dave suggested we leave you there and tie Ed down on top of you while we spank...and then ass-fuck him." I gasped; my ass would probably be tender from the spanking, and then the guy would be pressing into it - I'd feel each swat he received. I steeled myself and said, "Sounds like fun." Teresa looked at me with concern. "I really hope that's not bravado; when we interviewed you, you seem to be the type that would really like being a slave - I took a chance in assigning you Dave. He's practically a pro at this; he's been playing master for three years now, and each year he manages to get his slave agreeing to things we wouldn't expect of her. The best...or worst...part is that she really enjoys it. He could sell ice to the Eskimos, and sand to the Arabs; I really think he should've chosen law instead of business. "But as you've been told before; if you're not sure you want to go through with this - TELL US. We don't want guilty consciences, quite apart from what this could do to you." I smiled in thanks and put my hand on Terry's. "It's okay - you chose well; I never thought about this sort of thing much before today, but I...I know I'll like it." "Good, because there's one last twist...Dave wants Ed's cock in your pussy while we punish him." I was silent, chewing my lip while I tossed this around in my head. "This is big - it's technically fucking someone other than your master. And someone you don't know - I doubt you've met Ed before, or ever will again." That brought another clench to my moistening pussy. "I mean, obviously he's safe - we wouldn't have let him into the training program, but still...it's your decision." I took a deep breath, and handed my leash to Teresa. She looked at it dumbly for a moment, then shook her head as she regarded my determined expression. "I wish I had your guts, girl." Terry led me to the group by the table. She nodded to Dave and simply said, "All of it." Everyone was somewhat surprised...everyone except my master. He was quietly pleased. I took a moment to look over at the couch of sisters; Becky was chewing on a knuckle, but with the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile, and her eyes twinkling with satisfaction. She - more than anyone - had an idea of what I was in for, and was glad she'd found someone she could share the experience with. They had me bend over the table, my arms stretched out to the far corners. Then they took some cloth, tied the wide strips around my wrists and then fastened the loose ends to the table legs. My master had me spread my legs just enough to have my belly pressing into the cushioned table, but my derriere thrust up, waiting its punishment. Dave's whiskey-fumes voice was in my ear again, intoxicating me. "Are you comfortable, my dear little slave?" The idea popped in my head and I had to say it. "No, but that's rather the point, isn't it, Master?" The people around me laughed, my master most of all. I felt a hand stroking my shoulders. "If we need to adjust your bonds-" he began. "No; it's okay - I'm ready." SMACK! It must've been Teresa hitting me first, before I was even finished speaking 'ready' became a squeak. It was mostly shock, and before I had a chance to think about it, Dave had come back to position and given me his first blow. Then they paused before the second set of lashes. I realised why they were doing that as my cheeks began to burn - the blood was rushing back into the affected area, inflaming the flesh and making it even more sensitive. WHACK! I'd managed to keep silent from the first pair of blows, but Terry's second strike caused me to yelp. Dave's second brought out more of a squeak from my closed mouth. Then I felt his fingers stroking over my already sore bottom, burning their way across my tortured flesh. "It's okay to vocalise, slave - I didn't tell you to keep quiet. I apologise for not being more specific, so from here on in you can assume you're allowed to cry out in pain," he whispered as his fingers slipped within my cleft and found dampness I hadn't realised was present, "or moan from pleasure, unless otherwise instructed." Then the pledge-mistress gave me her third swing, and I half cried, half-moaned. My master's final stroke elicited a groan - already I was going from pain to pleasure with this! Then there was a hushed conversation, while I waited for the next act of this performance with hard nipples scratching against the tablecloth. "Okay, *he's* ready, but-" "My slave is prepared as well." "Dave? Dry-dock is the reason I'm in this predicament in the first place! Make sure she's ready for me first!" "And that's why you made such a lacklustre dominator - a good spanking gets a woman ready; check her yourself." And I felt a finger gently touch my nether lips and wet itself with my juices. "Right, then." "Yes, so assume the position." I heard some shuffling, and felt a hardness against my pussy. At this point, my master crouched in front of me, looked at me tenderly as he stroked my cheek, then gave me a kiss. It was tender and tentative at first, but my lips parted as Ed's prick entered me, and Dave mimicked that intrusion by insinuating his tongue. I groaned into his mouth, and once the other man was completely inside, his thighs against mine, my master ended the kiss. He ran a fingertip over my panting lips. "Good little slave." Then I felt Ed lying on top of me, pressing my tender breasts into the table. "Uh, hi - sorry about all this; bit of a strange turn of events, huh?" Teresa came around near our heads. "Don't talk to the slave, Ed. You're here to be punished and made an example of, not socialise." "Sorry." "Not yet, you're not." And as Teresa fastened two sets of cuffs between Ed's wrists and mine, her voice did a mediocre impersonation of Yoda. "But you will be...you will be." Both Ed and I chuckled. "Ed? Grasp her hands. Yes, like that so the cuffs are slack. Now I'd like for you to try to stay like that - if I find red marks on the slave's wrists..." I felt Ed's fingers clench into mine where the fingers were interlocked. Terry looked me in the eye. "You okay?" "Oh, YEAAAAAH," I replied. She gave me a disapproving look. "Yes, *what*?" "Yes, Mistress," I chirped, and she tweaked my nose as she stood. "Okay Ed, this is how it's going to go; first Tom and Phil here will give you a total of twenty-four strokes. That will get you warmed up for the main punishment, and also your lesson. Trish will show you how an asshole is supposed to be prepared before its first fuck." I felt Ed sigh deeply above me. "Yes, I understand." "She'll lubricate you FIRST, then work from one finger to two and THEN the main event." Ed swallowed nervously. "Don't look so frightened, Ed. It's only a dildo; see?" Teresa held a fake penis in our view. "It isn't even as big as your dick. And believe me, you'll be able to take it all before she's done with you." "Yes, ma'am." The poor guy sounded sick. Then I heard something indistinct said behind us. "What, Dave?" Terry walked around us to speak with my master. They spoke quietly, below the threshold of my hearing. Then our pledge- mistress burst out laughing. "Oh, SHIT Dave; you're just evil!" "Of course; that's why you keep taking me on for this stuff." "Okay, Ed - Dave has one more condition to impose. Since you're just getting punished, and not supposed to get any enjoyment from having your dick inside Dave's slave, you have to hold back your orgasm." "Uh-huh." Poor Ed sounded absolutely defeated. "Yes," and now Terry's voice got husky, "you're not to cum while that hard cock of yours is sheathed inside this nubile slave's hot, tight cunt." I could feel Terry's body as she lay next to us and spoke right into Ed's ear. "Oh, you poor, poor boy. Do you know what'll happen to you if you don't? Let me TELL you." I could feel him shivering on top of me. "First, if you don't make it through the spanking before shooting your big load of hot cum into this tight little slave, well, Tom and Phil will have to start over. I'm SURE that they'll lose count if they have to watch this little slave writhe and climax on your hot spurting cock." "NNNNN...uh-huh?" I'll give him credit - he was trying his best not to cum, but I'd taken the hint and was working my pussy muscles on the turgid manhood inside them. "And even if you do survive the spanking, you may have trouble not spraying your thick, sweet seed when Trish starts working on your ass." Teresa sounded totally different now; gone was the hard bitch of a pledge-mistress. Now a coy 'little-girl' voice was assaulting Ed's fortress of self-control...and winning. "Do you know about the prostate gland, Eddie? It's really important to your system down there, you stud. and it's very close to the rectum; a proctologist will check it by sticking a finger up your ass, big boy. And it's a known fact that stimulating the prostate back there will cause an erection where none exists. "I wonder what will happen if someone strokes the prostate of a big, well-hung stud who already has his long, thick cock erect and stuffed in some tight little pussy? We'll find out, won't we?" Ed groaned in agony. "Anyway, if you don't make it through Trish's 'ass-training', she'll stop, wipe you clean, and the guys will come back to give you another six lashes before she starts over from scratch. And then at least the slave down here will get some pleasure because Trish'll be working on your prostate again - I bet she'll love to feel your big shank hardening inside her sopping quim. Won't you, slave?" At this point I was breathing pretty hard myself. "Eh, slave - I asked you a question!" Terry reached under us and pinched my nipple. I gasped, blurted out "Yes, Mistress!" and clenched my vaginal muscles. That action brought all this to a premature end - Ed lost it. I felt his breath hotly against the back of my neck, and maybe only I heard the strangled gargle coming from his mouth. Certainly I was the only one who could really enjoy his hot cum spurting into my pussy. His orgasm, coupled with Teresa's stimulating my nipple, triggered mine. I whined as I shook beneath the cumming frat boy. "Oh my, oh my, oh my. WHAT are we going to do with you, Ed? We haven't even *begun* yet! Dave; we didn't expect this, so what kind of penalty should we give him?" My master chuckled. "I'm not sure. Maybe add six strokes to his spanking?" "Yeah, we don't want to hit that butt of his too much; it'd probably blister after about sixty lashes." I felt my master step closer to us. "No; his skin's soft - I'd say only forty of fifty before we'd have to take a break." Teresa sighed. "Yep; this is going to be a long night." * * * "And you know something? She was right." I hugged my wife closer. "Wow." Kar pressed her face to my shoulder. "Hmmmm. Are you okay with this, Pete?" "Huh?" "I mean you're not jealous about my racy past?" I kissed her forehead. "Not at all. I just wish I'd pledged to Tau Rho!" "Oh, you!" I yawned, which naturally set my wife off as well. I reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. "G'nite, my sweet little slave of a wife." "Good night, Master." After a few minutes, something occurred to me. "Honey?" "Mmmph?" "One question that can't wait until tomorrow; was Dave 'that stud'?" "Pardon?" "You know - the one that Teresa had 'tested', and warned you pledges that he liked to fuck his slave to sleep." "Oh, no - that was George; Judy's master." "Ah." Another pause. "Hun?" "Yeeees?" "How did you find that out?" It was pitch black, but I could feel Karen's evil smile. "I'll answer that question TOMORROW." fin de quatrieme ================ Author's Postscript: (if any) <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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