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Subject: {ASSM} Association: The Ride (excerpt) by Adrian Hunter and Chelsea Shepard (bd)
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This is an excerpt from part three of our ongoing epic, which is now available
for reading at:

http://www.geocities.com/~adrianhunter

Cheers,
Adrian and Chelsea


I opened my eyes, surprised to see my naked body pinned to the bed by various
leather straps and bathing in early morning sunlight. Oddly, I was more
surprised by the light than the bondage. So late already? I yawned
uncontrollably, then snapped my mouth shut when I saw Adrian's head and chest
behind the bed, a dark silhouette on the bright window background. He was
kneeling right between my opened legs, one hand on the bed, the other on my
left foot. 

A shiver ran down my spine when he traced my sole up with his thumb. Oh no,
please, not that. No tickling. I held my breath as I watched him move closer to
my foot, lower his head and start licking my toes, one at a time. 

The sensation was new to me. I had never let anyone get near my feet. I'm so
ticklish, I'm afraid I'd knock them out in a second. But of course, I had no
choice. I tried to relax. His tongue was teasing, never tickling, and it sent
ripples up my leg to my crotch. He took my foot in his mouth and began to suck,
slowly, deeply, while my sex was responding with mild contractions following
his rhythm. 

But then, one of his fingers brushed against the edge of my sole, and I
instinctively tensed and pulled on the chain. He went on sucking for a few
seconds more, then released my foot. Lithe as a feline, he came onto the bed
with his hands leaning on my calves, then moving up my inner thighs. Another
shiver, much stronger, as I made a futile and useless move to close my legs. 

But I was forced to take all the pleasure-building caresses he so generously
gave. His hands continued to explore my legs, stopping around my knees, finding
a sensitive spot behind them, teasing it, then letting go, only to be replaced
by his tongue while they pursued their journey up and gripped my immobilized
hips. 

Breathing faster, I tossed my head from one side to the other, trying to
release some of the tension accumulating inside. His hands had moved from my
hips to my breasts, playing with them while his tongue trailed along my thigh.
When suddenly, I felt him by my side, his hand on my forehead, his fingers
probing my hair while holding me still. And then his tongue invaded my ear,
inspecting every crevice and turn, then stopping on my lobe. Flicking, sucking,
biting. 

I moaned as waves of pleasure diffused through my body. My mind went blind. My
sex went mad. It now begged for attention, throbbing, contracting under the
increasing frustration created by the void inside. Oh, to be filled, up to the
rim. That was all I wanted now.

But the only part of me that was being filled was my ear, or rather the other
one, as he gently but firmly turned my head over and gave the same maddening
treatment on the right side. 

I was losing my senses and moaned louder. Still, I was too well trained by then
to speak or even utter one single word. Instead, I tried to raise my ass up,
letting my body do the talking, begging for what I could not ask.
 
When he straightened up and let go off my head, I gave him a look carrying all
my desires and hopes. He moved slightly back on the bed, getting closer to my
crotch, which beckoned him to come forward with an almost imperceptible rise.
Then, like a prowling bird who's found its long-awaited prey, he dived
headfirst for his target. My navel.

No shiver here, but a powerful electric shock that left me gasping for air. My
navel, this clumsy sweet little birth memory which, for reasons I've never
understood, is so tightly connected to my clit and vagina. Even when my own
fingers barely touch its edge, a star explodes in my belly. And now his tongue
was not just touching it, but licking it, deep down, threatening to drill a
hole and fuck me from inside.

So many supernovas blew up inside me that the heat I produced should have been
enough to meet the world's global energy consumption for the next decade. 

I began to let out incomprehensible sounds. While his tongue was tormenting
what felt like the core of my body, his hands were brushing my thighs, coming
very close to my gaping sex, undoubtedly feeling how ready and wet it was, but
never giving me the direct touch I was desperately waiting for. 

Fuck me. For heaven's sake, fuck me. 

The words repeated themselves in an endless loop in my mind, but I knew it
wouldn't be long until I lost all control and spoke them out.

* * *

He smiled as he watched her thrash. Her navel, eh? Interesting. This had real
potential...so rare that something so sensitive was also so easily pierced. A
ring might make an interesting complement to the ones he planned for her
nipples.

But he was getting ahead of himself, and there was much to be done this
morning. No time to dally, even though her flush cheeks and rapid breathing
gave her away her agitated state of advanced horniness.

Good. Although it would take considerably more time to teach her to come at his
command, he was impressed by her success in keeping a lid on her obvious
desires.

But he knew just the thing for dealing with a coltish spirit.

After bathing, breakfast and bridling, he led her into the riding ring and set
her running laps around the perimeter while he set up the caviletti course. Six
thin metal bars a few centimeters off the ground, spaced evenly over the course
of a meter, with flags sticking up from the support bars. Her task would be to
trot through the course at various speeds without knocking any of the bars off
their supports. Focus, discipline and a good aim were the secrets. But she
would have to learn that for herself.

The sun rose higher in the morning sky as he explained the exercise while he
rhythmically slapped the lash of his crop into his hand. At first, he let her
take the course slowly...get her bearings...figure out where to plant her
hooves, and the timing pattern needed to get through the course. With each
successful pass, he had her speed up her pace. Pretty soon, she was galloping
through the bars at top speed without knocking over a single one.

He was impressed...no, he was pleased. Very pleased. So pleased that he let her
walk back to the house unimpeded by any bonds and dive into the swimming pool
under her own power.

As she dipped under the surface of the water, he went inside the house to
prepare lunch. Fifteen minutes later, he brought the tray outside, set in on
the table, and called for her to join him.

She sat down, naked and glistening and smiling broadly. Careful, Adrian, he
admonished himself. Moment of truth straight ahead.

"Just one day left," he started. "Then you'll be leaving me, I suppose."

Her smile turned south, and a nervous look creased her brow.

"Oh, you're still worried that I'm going to sell you, that I'm some sort of
demonic white slaver? You've been reading too many fantasies on
alt.sex.stories, my dear. Maybe somebody somewhere indulges in such activities,
but I only traffic in misdemeanors punishable by fines and probation at worse."

He could almost taste and touch her sense of relief.

"And as you can see, you are free to go now, if you so choose. You were free to
go at the restaurant. Actually, you've been free to go practically the whole
time you've been here. All you had to do was pretend to be sick, or refuse to
eat."

He took a bite of salad and sipped his wine thoughtfully.

"By the way, the pictures have come out splendidly. And the new case of Merlot
should be delivered in a day or two. So it seems our time together will come to
an end. Pity..."

He let the silence hang in the air like a guillotine blade.

***

A chilly breeze blowing from the nearby wood suddenly made me shiver. At the
same time, my head felt hot and dizzy while I was trying to decipher the
meaning of his words. I was free...to go...now...why would he say that? Why
now? What about the last day? 

"At least I hope you've learned something from your stay here..." I heard him
ask quietly.

"Um, you may speak, Chelsea."

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. 

"Yes...well...sure I have...but...you say I'm free to go... now...but there's
still one more day, right?" 

"If you choose to leave, it doesn't matter whether it's now or tomorrow. Might
as well be now."

Then the truth hit me like a slap in the face. He wanted me to leave. He had
enough of me, needed fresh blood, a new innocent girl playing victim to his
tricks. What fun could I bring him now that I was tamed?

My mind was boiling while my body turned cold as dead. I felt betrayed.
Abandoned. An old puppet that's been broken down and thrown away.

"I need my clothes back," I said dryly, not daring to think of where this was
leading to. I was so nervous, I couldn't keep my feet still and was tapping on
the floor with my toes. In front of me, Adrian was cold as an iceberg.

"They're in your room. In the closet."

I got up so quickly I had to hold the table for a second until I could see
clearly again. Then I walked to the house, slowly, hoping he would call me back
and stop me from doing what I didn't want to do. But he didn't, and I ran up
the stairs to find shelter in the guest room.

Seeing my clothes hanging clean in the closet made me realize how much I had
changed since I had last worn them. I had always assumed I had a cool, yet
somewhat sexy look, but the short white shirt and black trousers which molded
my body so tightly, looked awfully tedious and heavy. Not to mention the white
cotton underwear I picked up from the shelf. Girlish. Boring. I wanted my
chastity belt back. 

Yet I took the clothes and got dressed, all the while rewinding the film of my
stay here, from the moment I had stripped to the pony show I had been stupid
enough to put on that morning. I remembered the first time he had tied me to a
chair, then the Indian pole...the first whipping, so cruel, yet so useful in
retrospect. The cage, the cross, the candle... Suddenly, the idea of returning
to the normal world and finding compliant partners was not so enticing. Who
would understand my needs as well as he did?


Stop dreaming, girl, I admonished myself, he wants you out. Get this over with.

He was no longer outside when I returned downstairs. Neither was he in the
kitchen nor the living room. Looking around, I noticed the door to the studio
was opened and slowly walked down the stairs, feeling strangely uncomfortable
in my flat shoes.  

He turned to me when I entered the room.  

"Here, these are yours. You've earned them."

The boots. I was about to take them from his hands when my eyes fell upon the
wooden cross in the darker half of the studio. Leaving him with the boots, I
went to the cross and touched it with my fingertips. As if by magic, I forgot
my sorrow, my rage, my confusion and let my instincts take over.

My voice was a low whisper, but I knew he could hear it.

"Would you...please...one more time?"
*******************
Stories: http://www.geocities.com/~adrianhunter
Correspondence: adrian_hunter - at - hotmail.com

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