Message-ID: <46067asstr$1072923002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 8e094da8!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: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 14:02:09 PST X-Spam-Level: Level X-Spamscanner: mailbox5.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Oct 30 2003 22:20:52, 0.0/5.0 2.60) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 25171 hBVM2A7e025897 mailbox5.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 22:02:09 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Bringing in the New Year Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 21:10:02 -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: hoisingr, gill-bates This one is short - VERY short - and sweet. This is slightly modified from the message section of a New Year e-card I sent to a dear friend earlier today. Bringing in the New Year Wolf Feather On the roof of the castle's tallest tower, alexandra lays nude upon the cold large stone table, her wrists and ankles shackled to leave her body taut, with a thick and heavy chain wrapped several times around her torso and the tabletop. Hundreds of candles on tall thin stands burn along the perimeter of the circular tower, even though the moonlight bathes her in its silver-blue glow as it hides behind the thinnest of clouds. After perhaps several hours feeling nothing but the cold of the stone and the chains and the cool caress of the mountaintop breeze, the heavy oak door leading back down into the core of the castle opens with a loud and eerie creak, causing alexandra's skin to crawl. Moments later, He appears at last, as nude as she yet carrying a large bullwhip in His hands. Her Master's appearance can only mean that the hour of midnight is near. From the incredibly stern expression upon His face, He clearly intends to begin the New Year by exerting His will upon the young slave. As He stands at last beside the large stone table, His expression softens at her whispered plea for mercy. He actually smiles a little, and, after a dramaticf hesitation, sets the bullwhip underneath the table. Instead of an intensive whipping session to ring in the New Year - their first as Master and slave, their first as husband and wife, their first as lovers - their private celebration is to be much more intimate. alexandra's Master retrieves the key hidden underneath the tabletop and soon releases her from her bonds. As the air becomes cooler, they keep each other warm upon the table, kissing, caressing, massaging, and making love repeatedly, until the first rays of dawn illuminate the eastern sky... ===================================== 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+