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Subject: {ASSM} The Scent of a Master
Date: Fri,  1 Feb 2002 13:10:02 -0500
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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, 2001. Other
stories are posted at my site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 


The Scent of a Master

She opened the closet door and looked at the various instruments of pleasure
and pain that either hung from hooks or laid on the shelves that ran from the
floor to the ceiling.

He had everything she had ever seen on the many websites that she perused late
at night or the dirty magazines she poured over.  And many of them had kissed
her skin in such delicious ways.

Clamps, chains, ropes, dildos of many sizes, vibrators, different sized leather
cuffs, metal handcuffs, several whips, crops, and switches.

Her hand tentatively reached out and touched the different implements.  A
slight shiver ran through her body as she picked up the box that held the
sheathed needles. She hadn't felt those yet, but knew she probably would.

Her eyes settled on a leather hood. She had been blindfolded and gagged early
on in her training, but had not had that pleasure of feeling this wrapped
around her head and face.

Holding it close, she inhaled the scent of leather that wafted from it. Sex! 
The smell of leather now always reminded her of sex and the various perversions
she had learned to enjoy after deciding to explore her submissiveness.

Slowly, she pulled it over her head and begin tying it on tight. It felt snug
and the smell permeated her senses.

She could feel her body responding so she undressed completely placing her
clothing away neat and folded like she had been trained to do.

Then she looked upon the last item in the closet, the reason she had come in
the room in the first place.

Her fingers caressed the smooth black and blue leather.  Her Master had
mentioned that it was the only piece of equipment that he lacked. So one day
before Christmas, she had happened upon a site that was selling them at a
discount price for the holidays.

Her heart had swelled as she watched his face as he unwrapped the gift. He was
obviously very pleased with the gift, But he reminded her that he no
significant training with one and would practice diligently before using it on
her.

She let it trail down to the floor and brought the handle up to her face.
Caressing her cheeks with it, she once again smelled the wonderful scent. Her
mouth opened and she pushed the round ball at the end into her mouth. Then she
moved it down to her crotch and rubbed the woven leather handle around her
hardening clit and moist pussy. 

Slowly, she pulled the entire length of the singletail through her dripping
slit. She did wonder briefly if the moisture would have an adverse effect on
the leather, but decided that she could always use a little leather cleaner and
saddle soap to bring the suppleness back. Years of riding horses had taught how
to care for leather goods.

Her fingers found the little nylon tassel or popper on the end. She remembered
reading the description of the item on the website and how it was rated as
capable of delivering moderate to severe pain.

Could she?  Dare she?

She glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that he would be home soon.
Minutes, perhaps.

Her mind suddenly made up, she walked into the living room and knelt before the
front door.

With the whip coiled in her hands, she closed her eyes and pictured herself as
she must look kneeling there. She could feel her heart beat and the tightness
of her nipples as she waited.  Not to mention the slight bit of moisture
trickling down her thigh from her now sopping cunt.

Then she heard the footsteps coming up the walk, the key sliding into the lock.

Casting her eyes down, she raised her hands and made her offer to her Master.


MastrKink   
                     "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."

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