Message-ID: <35189asstr$1013393408@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: dino@canoemail.com (Dino Dave) X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 15:00:48 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 15:00:48 +0000 (UTC) Subject: {ASSM} Surviver: Cast Intros: Colleen and John file 2/7 Surviver: Part 02/22 (mf, ff, bdsm, bondage) - coleen.txt [1/1] Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 21:10:08 -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, hecate Colleen and John: I sit on the floor underneath mistress' desk, massaging the feet she has placed upon my lap. Mistress has such lovely soft feet. I raise her leg slightly, then, bending down, I plant tiny kisses on each of her sweet little toes. Mistress is online, chatting with a few of her friends. What contest? Check it out! Home Showcase is running it and 1'st prize is 1 mill $. www.homeshow.com/surviver/ Interesting. I'll catch you guys later. Mistress' online name is missred on account of her luscious flowing red hair which she often skillfully tortures me with, knowing how it turns me on so. I feel her shift forward to handle the mouse and I hear the clicks as she switches programs. She leans back in her chair, idly stroking my hard cock with one foot as I pay homage to her other. Mistress rocks forwards in her chair as she reads something she has found interesting. Her foot painfully presses my balls against the floor. I am sore there, since she had not allowed me to cum for five days now. Yet I dare not show my discomfort and I continue in my licking and sucking of her beautiful toes. Her feet are suddenly pulled from me as she rolls her chair back. "Slave!" she says. "Come look at this." I move out from under her table to kneel beside her chair. I place my hands upon her silky thighs, mindful not to let the handcuffs dig into her skin. The shackles which are around my ankles press into me as I settle my weight upon them, but I don't mind. I look up at the computer screen. TEN D/S COUPLES NEEDED FOR ENDURANCE TYPE CONTEST FIRST PRIZE: ONE MILLION DOLLARS! Home Showcase is inviting Dominant / submissive couples to participate in a contest for an upcoming pay per view special to be broadcast in the near future. You and your submissive will join nine other couples on a small South Pacific island where you will face-off in challenges set up by the moderator of the event. The contest will span forty days, and during this time your submissive will be bound in inescapable bondage. Every three days challenges will be set up that you and your submissive will have to complete. Observers will judge the event, and points will be awarded for successful completion of the challenge, and for style. After twenty days, the five couples with the fewer number of points will be asked to leave the island. The remaining five couples will continue on in the competitions held during the remaining nineteen days. At the end, the couple with the most points shall be declared the winner. This contest is open to all dominance and submission couples, regardless of race or gender, however, preference will be given to couples who employ bondage in their lifestyle. Ten couples will be selected by the event organizers from those who apply. Please fill out the form below as honestly and as accurately as possible since any misrepresentations could result in disqualification. Mistress would always get an evil, wicked, grin on her face whenever she'd devise some exquisite form of torture for me. I stole a glance at her, and found that same grin spread wide across her lips. The rest of the page was a form to fill out with a section for mistress and a section about me. As mistress began to type, a mixture of fear and dread washed through me. She was going to enter us in this crazy contest. I slid my hands upwards on her thigh to stroke the soft insides, then more boldly, I inched a finger tentatively upwards to her heavenly center. Mistress was busy entering information on the entry form and she did not react at first to my probing digit. As my finger found her soft folds there, she parted her legs a little. I traced down the slit to her two labia rings. When I touched them, she shifted slightly in the chair and she opened to me. I felt her wetness beginning to grow. I stroked a finger up, between her lips, to her little nubbin of flesh most sensitive. "Not now," she said, slapping at my hand. "Go make my tea, slave." Sadly, I withdrew my hands from her, then stood up. Slowly, I left her side. Taking short steps in my five inch hobble chain, the steel shackles biting at my ankles with each step, I made my way towards the kitchen to prepare my mistress' evening tea. __________________________________________________________ -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+