Message-ID: <44700asstr$1065921004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary From: Rod Ramsey Reply-To: rod_ramsey@yeahright.net X-Original-Message-ID: <20031011232501.BD2D6CF39@sitemail.everyone.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 16:25:01 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Initiation of Friday, JM(CE) (F/muses, voy) Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 21:10:04 -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, hecate Hey Everyone, This is the tale of a young woman who is granted musedom for inspiring Arty . Enjoy, Rod _____________________________________________________________ Free Email!- Yourname@yeahright.net- http://www.yeahright.net <1st attachment, "FridayMuse.txt" begin> "Initiation of Friday, JM(CE)" By Rod Ramsey Poetry in motion. That's the only way to describe the scene. Three naked muses lead a lovely young woman up the stone stairs. I stand with the others, mortal and muse, as a hush falls over the assembled crowd. Gently they pull the white robe from her shoulders, revealing her body. The muses guide her to the alter, gently laying her naked form on the oak planks. The two younger muses take their places at the ends while the older one turns to address the audience. "Authors, brothers, sisters and distinguished guests, greetings," she says. "It is with great pleasure that we welcome Friday into the family of muses." Turning to face the alter she nods to the younger muses. They begin a sensuous dance, slowly gyrating around the bemused woman. Michelle hands Kira and Dana each a crystal carafe as they dance past. Taking her own carafe in hand she stands before the woman, a smile on her lips. "Friday, do you accept the roll of muse?" she asks. "Yes, Mistress," she replies as a thin stream of chocolate flows from the carafe onto her stomach. "Friday, as a muse do you agree to subject yourself to your master?" Dana asks, slowly pouring chocolate onto her breasts. "No not really," Friday replies with a giggle. "Typical muse," I mutter to no one in particular. "Friday, do you agree to forsake all other forms of expression to further your master's artistry?" Kira asks. As the syrup begins to tickle her thighs, Friday laughs out loud. "Your joking right? I'm to good an author to give that up for the sake of someone else?" Michelle leans down and whispers something in Friday's ear. Her hand teasing the young woman's chocolate covered breast. Friday continues to giggle as they speak in quiet voices. I don't need to hear the conversation, what muse has ever subjected herself to such restrictions? Kira, for one, is fickle and never has. Regaining her composure Friday looks to Kira and finally replies, "Yes, Mistress. I agree to subject myself as a muse to the needs and inspiration of my master." The smile on her lips gives lie to her words. As Michelle kneels next to Friday, her mouth descends to the woman's breast. Dana leans over to take the second one in her mouth as Kira parts Friday's legs. From my vantage point I catch a glimpse of a chocolate coated vulva, seconds before Kira's auburn hair blocks my view. Friday's form writhes on the alter for the minutes that the other muses kiss and lick her body clean of the sticky fluid. Her hips rise as Kira teases her clit, her tongue flicking over the sensitive nubbin. "Oh, God! Yes," she cries, her hands tangled in the other muses' hair, pulling them tight against her breasts. Her body trembles and a low moan escapes her lips as she reaches her climax. Michelle and Dana disentangle themselves from Friday's hands as Kira laps up the last of her juices. Michelle turns to face the audience once more, "Brothers and sisters, please join us to finish the ceremony and welcome Friday, Junior Muse (Chocolate Edition)." I join the line of muses and authors as they form up to kiss and fondle the newest muse. My hand trails up her legs, sliding between parted thighs. I take advantage and kiss Friday on the lips, giving the girl a wink as I pass on. Kira gives me a kiss as I descend the stairs, her breasts coated in a thin sheen of chocolate that I will enjoy cleaning from her. As the ceremony comes to an end Friday stands up with the help of the other muses. Artyeleven climbs the stairs to take possession of his muse. Friday in typical muse fashion gives him a broad smile and vanishes. --End-- <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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