Message-ID: <45096asstr$1067681402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20031101040200.22406.qmail@riot.eu.org> From: "A.Kitten" X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 1 Nov 2003 04:02:00 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} Banner Year (MF, bdsm, oral, rom) {A. Kitten} Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 05:10:02 -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: gill-bates, dennyw -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Your community has standards. If these standards make it illegal to read material such as is described in the subject, of if you are likely to be offended by it, don't read it. *** A. Kitten: "Banner Year" (MF, bdsm, oral, rom) When I was a baby, I had a smelly old security blanket. Of course, I didn't think it was smelly. Whenever someone referred to my blanket in those unflattering terms, I'd just throw it over myself and breathe deep. That was the scent of safe and happy. I woke without realizing I'd done so. I lay in the inky blackness of that Sunday morning, my mind filled with that early safety. Gradually, I sensed wider aromatic vistas of animal smell; the air remembered the consummation of our love. Our! Still more than half-asleep, I became aware of another sensation: warmth on my cheek, a steady rise and fall of my head. I let rocking carry me through dreams, into consciousness. I was curled around Jon's right side, my head on his chest, his bent towards it. We'd spent a lot of time in this position Saturday, talking about nothing. Probably more time than we'd spent having sex. Though as the perfume clinging to our bodies attested, we'd spent enough time doing that. Awake enough to move, I pressed further into him. "Hey, lover." I felt him dreaming beneath me and licked a nipple. "I guess you can't hear this, but I'll say this anyway." His breathing didn't change, so I kept talking. "I really loved our last two days. You can read me like a book, show me how much I love things I've always wanted, how much I love things I never thought I'd want." I swallowed. "How much I love you." I the darkness I could see only the outline of his face, but he was still relaxed and innocent, no doubt still absorbed in blissful slumber. "It scares me a little. A lot. I never used to understand when people said they looked at someone and saw children, but now I do. I want you to own me and care for me for the rest of my life." I felt the impulsive tension drain back into the rocking. I would sleep forever in his arms. "Anyway, that's about all. Good night." A sudden, short giggle. "Unless there's anything you'd like to add." "Yes." Startled, I almost jumped out of the bed, but Jon held me and stroked my back. "You were wrong about one thing. I can hear you." He tilted my chin up with his other hand, my neck stretched out on his chest. "I've learned something, too," he murmured in my ear. "I finally know what I want out of a life." Lips trailed across my forehead, and I lifted higher to meet them. A half roll, and we were facing each other. We pressed together as tightly as we could manage, then tighter. But not sexually. Just because we couldn't bear not to touch. Finally, we fell apart. "I was looking for someone to care for," he breathed. And when we breathed together the separate ideas of Melissa and Jon disappeared. ** Awake again. This time I opened my eyes to a dawn muted by drawn curtains; I'm sure my own glow would have outshone the sun anyway. But where was Jon? As if on cue, he appeared, bringing with him another smell I adore: breakfast! "I just realized--I'm famished!" He set the tray down on the bedside table, but when I reached for a fork he grabbed my wrists, and, before I could blink, had them cuffed to the headboard again. "Hey!" I pouted. "Oh, did you want something? One of these, maybe?" He held up a strip of bacon, and I nodded eagerly. He looked shocked. "Don't you know how unhealthy this stuff is? I can't trust you to feed yourself; you'd drive your cholesterol through the roof!" "Come on, just let me have it," I whined. "Well, I suppose if you only have a little bit...." He dangled the bacon over my mouth, but jerked it away the instant I moved my head. "I told you to go slowly, you little pig! Let's try this again. Open...." This time, I lowered my jaw but kept my head obediently still. Jon lowered his fingers until my teeth barely grazed them. No matter how much my mouth watered--or how tempting the bacon felt on my tongue--I was determined to be good. "And..." he drew the word out terribly, "close." It took all my willpower not to chop his fingers off when my lips met around them. Jon still wouldn't let go! The hunger was worse than ever. I begged him with my eyes until he took pity and ordered me to swallow. I licked his fingers clean without even being asked. "Do you think you should get another?" I just moaned. He fed me another morsel. When I was finally told to take it, I gratefully rolled it away with my tongue only to hear him exclaim, "Oops! I don't think you were ready for that one!" I almost cried, but relaxed my trembling jaw anyway. Jon looked ready to take it out, then relented. "Heck, you can have it." He kissed my closed eyelids while I sobbed with relief and savored the taste. "Good? Now open...." ** Some time later, the tray was finally empty. It had been a long, cruel, and very embarrassing meal. In other words, a perfect way to start the day. "Don't you think it's pretty soon to be thinking kids?" he asked suddenly, tracing lines on my belly. My eyes snapped open. "That's just a figure of speech." "Is it?" I dropped my gaze. "I don't know." "We've only know each other a month. I don't want you to get hurt." "That's why I know I won't." Even quicker than he'd bound them, he unfastened my wrists. Then, taking my hand, he helped me up and led me to the center of the bedroom. "Oh!" I gasped, as he recaptured the other wrist and stretched me toward the ceiling. "I know those weren't there before." I leaned back to admire the straps he was wrapping my wrists in. "We don't have to hide anymore," Jon replied, cupping my chin. I was ready for another kiss, but he just stared into my eyes. I felt like a bug, pinned naked and helpless under his gaze, but I found I couldn't look away. "Do you understand what it means to be collared?" he finally asked. "I guess... I've heard about it." "It's different kind of symbolism for everyone. Sometimes it's a general thing, not submission to any one person. Or it can be a symbol of a relationship. There's even a special ceremony for couples that want a power exchange wedding." "I know I brought up kids, but--" We both laughed. "I'm just trying to explain how special it is. And serious. As long as you wear my collar, you give me yourself." He still hadn't looked away. I felt the pressure rising within me again, and it all came together, as if every secret dream and fantasy I'd ever had, every disappointing sexual encounter, my entire life had been a search for someone who'd offer me this. Everything he was saying felt so right! "I understand." I gave into his hungry stare and willed those eyes to take me. But he glided out of my vision. I felt hands trailing up my back and shifted back and forth, breathing shallowly. My legs barely supported my weight, and I knew the insides of my thighs glistened while I felt him gather and lift my hair, one hand holding up and the while another brought the leather to my throat. When he released my hair and began tightening the straps, I snuggled into the collar. Someone was making soft, welcoming sounds of pleasure and I realized it was me. "You are a precious gift," Jon breathed, petting the small of my back. "I promise to take good care of you." He kissed my collar, then again and again in a wandering route down my neck. They started softly, whispering touches that soon had me pressing into him. As he licked across my shoulder, though, my Master pressed back, kissing harder. He finished by sucking at the skin between my clavicles while I moaned and strained comfortably--comfortingly--against the cuffs holding me to the ceiling. It felt like they were the only thing holding me down, like I could just fly away. His hands, which had been running up and down my shoulder blades, gripped my back firmly. My hips rocked helplessly while I struggled to keep my balance. He pulled them forward, crouching down and probing my navel with briefly his tongue, a hand darting briefly over my inner thigh. I nearly despaired when he stood instead of touching me, but he silenced me with his damp hand. I licked up my arousal just as when he'd fed me, making happy little noises around his fingers. I came down a little once he pulled away, taking gasping breaths and squiring needily. I heard him walk away, then return and stand behind me. "Open," he ordered again, and I felt my jaws stretch wide for the gag. Then firm hands took me again. Jon cupped my buttocks and licked his way back to my navel, avoiding my breasts. I pleaded through my gag for him to go lower, reveling in my self-abasement, but he refused to show mercy and took his time. When he finally reached my center, my legs gave out entirely. He caught me and kept working. For an eternity, I flew in my Master's power as he drove me multiorgasmic. ** We finished on the floor. After he'd undone my suspension he fastened my wrists behind me, then took me from behind. Before he came, he pulled out and rolled me over. The pain from my weight on my arms was exquisite. I gazed up at him adoringly while we shared the afterglow. "Come on," he murmured at last. "I want you to see something." Jon picked me up by my shoulders and helped me walk, still bound and gagged into the bathroom. I cocked my head at him questioningly. Taking my head in his hands, he turning it towards the mirror. My eyes went wide and I stood straighter, examining myself. Shining liquid eyes, flushed skin. Bound and gagged. Sweaty, hair in complete disarray. Sore nipples and the marks from my Master's whip. A collar on my neck. I knew what I really was, that even if Jon and I parted ways I'd want this always and forever. Master stroked my cheek, unbuckled my gag, and released my wrists. When he removed my collar, I whimpered. "You don't want to damage it, do you?" I hung my head and felt my new life recede. The noise of running water filled the room, then Master was guiding me into the water and bathed me slowly. We washed away the smell, and I was soon clutching a soft towel, clean and presentable. I looked at the woman in the mirror, but saw only what she'd looked like a slave. "You're beautiful," Master sighed. When I didn't respond, he held me and spoke soothingly. "I know you belong to me, even when you can't wear your collar. Now it's time to be strong and smart and confident and live in the real world. Remember, that's you, too! I'll have you back in my dungeon soon enough." "You have a dungeon?" I perked up immediately, and he laughed. "Oh, little one." He nuzzled my hair. "Oh, my little one." But our embrace had to end, and we had to dress, and I had to leave. As I was driving home, away from my new life as a slave, all I could think of was how much I longed with all my heart for Master's arms and the freedom of being owned. ** We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach Everything was better in the good old days, When everybody was in pain -- Black Box Recorder - "Seasons in the Sun" *** ~~~ This PGP signature only certifies the sender and date of the message. It implies no approval from the administrators of blackhole.riot.eu.org. 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