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Subject: {ASSM} The Demo, Pt. 2 f/f, cons, sm
Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2000 05:10:02 -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
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups
is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or
post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2000.
The rest of this series is posted at my site
http://www.egroups.com/group/MastrKink
The Demo, Pt. 2
Phyllis focused on her Master standing in the crowded room as she felt the
burning pain radiate from her crotch. The Domme had told her to expect 4-6 20
gauge needles through each outer labia, with a final one perforating her clit
hood.
She knew that they were only halfway through since her Mistress for the night
had switched sides and she could hear the snap as she undid the sheath of the
needle and felt the pinch on her skin as she prepared to push it through.
On one level, this was all a dream as she knew she was being severely
disciplined, but at the same time felt a comfort and security in allowing it to
happen. It had been such a surprise when he walked her to the bedroom door and
explained that he had volunteered her for a demo with an experienced Domme.
Before leaving the house that night, he had tied her down, legs spread wide and
beat her crotch with the wide headed crop. He simply said that he was preparing
her for the events of the evening. She thought she would scream from the pain
until he stopped at just the right moment. As she had put on her coat to cover
her nakedness, she had quickly rubbed her moist pussy to feel how swollen her
pussy lips were. They had felt so hot and fevered!
Now she understood why he had been so chipper all week!
But when she closed her eyes, she could see her Master smiling and looking
proud of her. It seemed to make it all worthwhile to her. How far she had come
in the past year!
It had been a whirlwind of emotions and sexual excitement from the first time
she had answered the personal ad and started their email correspondence. She
had always fantasized about serving as a slave for sexual enjoyment, but had
never found the right man to do it with. Too many years of laughter and scorn
or plain disbelief. But once she had met him, it was different. Nothing, but
understanding of her darkest fantasies and the determination to make them come
true for her.
Like tonight.
Months ago, she would have been terrified to be onstage like this, exposed to
the world to share in her humiliation as she was abused. But several weeks ago,
he had taken her to a play social and as she walked around, breasts exposed
being led by a leash attached to her nipple clamps chain, she had watched and
marveled at what she had seen. And when he stuck his fingers inside of her to
test her reactions, she knew this day would come since she was sopping wet. So
to be given to another for their pleasure made him happy; thus she was
fulfilled too.
She glanced over at the other girl, Gwen, was that right? Her breasts were
studded with needles forming a lovely circle around her aureola. Phyllis had
large breasts too and they had taken their share of punctures over the months.
It was both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.
Phyllis gasped as the last needle slid through her clit hood and she swore she
could feel the metal surface as it rested on her bare clit. Her Master had
promised that if she was good, he would have her hood pierced. She just knew
that her clit would stay hard and excited constantly from the stimulus that
would provide. She was soooooo looking forward to it.
Just another method of reminding her that she was property for his pleasure!
Finally, the applause from the crowd signaled the end of the scene and Phyllis
relaxed. Or started to.
As she last observer left the room, the Mistress brought out two golden
vibrators and turned them on.
Placing one on the other girl's tormented breasts and nipples, she placed the
other on Phyllis's clit. The effect was immediate. Pain and pleasure shooting
out from the same source, driving her insane and speeding her quickly to
another orgasm.
But the Mistress teased her and withdrew the vibrator every time she could tell
that Phyllis was getting close.
Until finally, as the other girl reached her peak, she continued moving the
vibrators around so both slaves were gasping and whimpering out their orgasms
together.
After they had settled back down, the Domme quickly removed the needles wiping
both of them down with a nice stinging alcohol rub to help with any possible
germs.
Then Phyllis followed the big busted brunette out the door to find her Master
and see what else he had in mind this night.
MastrKink
"The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."
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