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Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: To Serve {Dreamfire} (MF Fdom MC)
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MODERATOR: I am sending this on behalf of Dreamfire for the Anniversary celebration. Please enter this piece in the Flash Festival.
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Disclaimer:
I work for realism in most of my stories. In spite of this, some things
are not possible. Nor should they be tried. If you are under 18, or
whatever legal age is in your area, please read no further. If you are
offended by sex or sexual situations, please see www.pbskids.org. I'm
not kidding, it really is an interesting website.
Please do not post this on any other site without prior author permission.
You have permission to archive this on your own machine in a non-public
FTP directory. Enjoy.
Feedback is actively solicited: mail to "ddamanita at hotmail dot com"
TO SERVE...
(c) Copyright 2000 by Dreamfire
The phone rang at three, waking me out of a sound sleep. I picked it
up and muttered into it blearily. "Kurt speaking. Your nickel."
There was a moment of silence before the voice on the other end said
softly "Kurt? It's Lindy."
I rolled over to my stomach, too sleepy for a moment for the name to
register. "Lin ... Lindy?" Halfway through my trying to place the name,
my body was reacting to her voice, getting hard and aroused. My mind
caught up a second later. "Lindy! Damn! Are you OK, it's three
o'clock in the morning!" I propped myself up on my elbows, surprise
and concern and dismay banishing sleep. Lindy. Calling.
Her voice was slow, a little sad. "I'm OK. Just kind of ... needing
someone to Zen cuddle with."
"You don't sound all right. Did something happen with you and your
boyfriend?" I fought to keep the half-hope from my voice. It
wouldn't help now. Lindy and I had shared five good, long years of
internet friendship. When she and Liam were on the outs about two
years before, I'd courted her. When he wanted her back and she went,
I nursed my broken heart carefully. Part of me had never fully moved
on, and I knew it. Now wasn't about me, though. It was about her.
And it was about a promise I'd made to her, one I'd never given
back, one from which I'd never been specifically released.
"It's over, Kurt. For good. He almost hit me. I ..." she gave an odd,
sobbing laugh. "I ran. I'm in the Best Western about five blocks
from where Mapquest says you live. Can you come get me tomorrow? I
can't live like this any more."
I don't remember what else she said, or hanging up. I don't remember
getting dressed or driving. I only remember her opening the door and
falling to my knees at her feet, kissing her thighs in pure rapture.
"Mistress ... it's been so long, so long. How can I serve You?" I heard
my own voice speaking the words while my heart pounded in my chest.
My eyes squeezed shut as I felt her hand on my head. Benediction.
Then her fingers were under my chin, lifting it.
I opened my eyes to gaze up right into hers. I felt myself falling.
"Good boy, Kurt ... I'm so glad you want to serve. You can start by
coming inside. Then ..." her voice caught. "I want you to make me glad
I left him. I want you to show me I still have power, by giving me
yours. Is that acceptable, little one?"
I inched forward on my knees until I was inside the door. Aloud, I
said only "Mistress, my place is to serve You ..."
She nodded. "Fuck me, little one."
Then there was only her eyes and her breasts and soft skin and her
scent and her taste and her pleasure. It's been that way ever since.
I am Her little one, her toy. We've never looked back.
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