Message-ID: <44066asstr$1061554206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM (Wolf Feather) X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 22:13:52 PDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 05:13:52 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Vision (D/s, M/F) Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 08:10:06 -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: dennyw, RuiJorge VISION My throat, fully covered by a wide leather collar. My nipples, fully erect, each surrounded by small wooden clothespins. My breasts, outlined by thick red rope which makes them seem larger than they actually are. My head, resting upon a single pillow while encased within a hood, the eye coverings attached but the mouth covering removed. My jaw, spread as wide as possible by a ring gag. My mouth, nicely filled by a longer-than-average penis gag which my tongue constantly caresses. My wrists and my ankles, each encased within a wide, thick leather cuff, itself attached with a heavy chain to a hook underneath each corner of the bed. My sex, completely shaved, filled with a thick vibrator which is held within me by several wide strips of duct tape. My body, naked, covered with a thick layer of sweat, beautifully-marked from earlier floggings, twisting and bucking fiercely from the combination of the buzzing within and the near-constant drips of hot red wax from above. My voice, muffled by the penis gag, extremely erotic in its reactions to the vibrator and the wax. My voice, ringing unhindered as the climax rapidly approaches, my Mater plunging ever deeper into my core, painfully yanking my head upward by my long hair, ordering me to continue watching the videotape of a recent play session even as my arms collapse and my chest drops unceremoniously onto the cold countertop. My vision of a fine evening, should I finally meet my fiercely-loving Master. ===================================== Wolf Feather FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM ===================================== What isn't remembered never happened - _Serial Experiments Lain_ ===================================== -- 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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+