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Subject: {ASSM} A Mommy's torment: D/s, cons.
Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 23:10:37 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s)
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not
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mastrkink@excite.com
A Mommy's Torment
7:47 AM
Sandra stared at herself in the mirror as she wiped herself dry. "I can't
believe that I'm really considering this."
It had started so innocently. The personal ad in the newsgroup appeared to be
aimed right at her so she sent a short note just to see and before she knew it
was corresponding with this "Master" who seemed to peer into her very soul. So
when he asked her if she wanted to "play" some, she agreed.
She could hear her children downstairs having breakfast with the nanny, and
then looked over at the bathroom counter and the objects laying there.
When the package had arrived, her hands actually shook when she opened it. She
hadn't felt such nervous sexual excitement in years. She couldn't believe that
he really expected her to use such a large object. But there it was, pink and
shiny, about an inch and half at its widest part, almost five inches long.
"I'm not so sure about this," she thought as she shoved them into a drawer and
left the bathroom to dress for her day.
But the image stayed in her mind as she kissed her children good bye and as
they left for school, back she went and opened the drawer where she had pushed
the butt plug and KY.
Pulling down her pantyhose and panties, she greased the rubber plug up and
smeared it around her now aching bunghole. Placing the tip at the opening, she
pushed it and felt the tip slide inside. "Oh, this is going to hurt." But she
felt the desire to feel it deep in her ass and kept forcing the intruder in.
"Oooooh," she heard herself moan, but kept pushing it up her butthole until
with a last effort, she felt it pass the wide part and settle into the flare.
Her asshole ached, but at the same time, she felt so deliciously naughty too.
A pause at her computer, as she typed out a note, telling her online Master
that she had done her task and would let him know how it went.
11:07
"Oh, please let him be there." Sandra rushed inside and hurriedly punched in
the phone number he had given her and let it ring just once. Then going to her
computer, she logged on to see if he would be there.
She couldn't believe the way she felt. Her pussy was wet and dripping and she
never knew how bumpy the roads were in town. It seemed like every bump in the
asphalt went straight to her ass and jostled the plug inside of her. Her
attention span was shortened to just the feel of it in her ass as she walked
around in public and sat in the van. Sex and more sex was all she was thinking
about and her nipples were hard and aching, begging for some kind of attention.
She heard the door open on her IM and there he was.
"You rang?"
"Please, Master may I remove the plug?"
"Why? It's only been a few hours."
"I know, Sir, but it's truly tormenting me, My mind is thinking only of sex and
I have so much to do today."
"I don't think so. You're not begging hard enough. Check back in an hour."
And with that, he was gone.
Well, I asked for this. He explained the rules for me and I accepted. No
masturbating, no removing it once it was in place or I could expect further
punishment. Gee, how much worse can this get? But at the same time, this was
truly exciting to give over so much control of her body to another.
12:05
Sandra had been online for several minutes hoping He would show up and allow
her to remove the plug from her butt. If anything, it felt worse, like it was
growing in size and yet, she felt so sexually charged as well. Ah, there he
is.
"You realize that you agreed to 6 hours and since you're far short of that, I
must punish you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Fine, if I remember, you bought some paper clamps at Kinko's the other day,
get 2 of them out."
"Yes, sir."
"Pull up your blouse and bra over your breasts."
"Now, raise your skirt and pull down your pantyhose and panties."
"Done, sir."
"Take those clamps and place on each nipple."
Sandra's hands shook as she read this, but she couldn't help herself, so she
pulled on her hard nipple and quickly placed the clamp over it and let go.
"Ooooo, that hurts Master."
"But it's making you wet, isn't it? Do the other one now."
Oh God, yes, she was sopping wet and did as she was told, the clamps gripping
her nipples with an intensity not felt before and sending such marvelous
sensations directly to her clit.
"Master, may I come?"
"Not yet, dear, hold on a few more minutes while you play with yourself. Start
fucking that asshole with the plug."
Her hands trembled as she grasped the flared end and slowly pulled it out of
her butt with a sticky, slurping sound. And then pushed it back in again,
easily so, since her sphincter had relaxed and was loose. Her other hand
feverishly stroked her hard clit and the ache in her tits had faded away to
nothing. But each time she glanced down, she grew hornier still as she watched
the clamps dance on the end of her breasts as she moved and twitched. A part
of her mind knew she should be embarrassed and humiliated by this, but still
she wanted it
"Oh, please, Master, may I come now?"
"Since it's the first time for you, I suppose so."
Immediately, Sandra increased her pace as she fucked her now gaping ass and
brutally rubbed her clit until she felt the most intense orgasm rise from her
depths and flood her senses.
Vaguely, she became aware of a chirping noise from the computer.
"Hehehe."
"Hehehe."
"Feel good?"
"Oh yes, sir."
"Good then we'll do this again soon. Goodbye."
"Yes, Master."
As she removed the clamps from her sore nipples, Sandra knew she had found a
cure for those lonely afternoons hanging around the house on school days.
MasterKink
"The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."
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