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Subject: {ASSM} <2ndS> The Server by MichaelD (MFF, oral, bdsm)
Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 07:10:02 -0500
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AUTHOR'S NOTE AND LEGAL STUFF

I did not e-mail you this story.  If you unexpectedly found it in
your mailbox, it's because your kid and/or your spouse is
subscribing to adult newsgroups without your knowledge.  Flame
them, not me.

This story contains explicit sex.  If you're a minor, you've
obviously gotten past whatever paltry filters your parents tried
to put on your computer, so hell, you might as well read it.  No
one ever died from reading about sex.

This story is mine.  Free reposting and archiving is okay;
commercial use is not (that includes using it on some slimeball
banner farm).  Contact me if you have any questions; cross me and
I'll have you fed to rabid weasels.

This short piece is actually an excerpt from a much longer BDSM
novel that I've been working on for quite some time.  When Hecate
begged me to contribute to the ASSTR "Server Challenge," I
figured a bit from that story ought to work nicely.  Said novel
is not quite done, but it's most of the way there, and I hope to
get it out some time in the first half of this year.

My stories, including this one, are archived at:

www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MichaelD/www/
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Bissell/www
www.storiesonline.net

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THE SERVER (MFF, oral, bdsm)

Copyright 2001 by MichaelD38@aol.com.  No commercial use without
prior authorization.

<->

She is quiet in front of me, on her knees.  A black leather mask
covers her eyes and a narrow leather collar circles her neck. 
Her red hair is loose around her shoulders, down her back.  Her
hands rest in her lap, her wrists bound with leather manacles.  A
silver stud pierces each prominent nipple of her small breasts,
and the silver ring through her clitoris peeks out from between
her thighs.

"Up," I command her.

She rises swiftly to her feet.  I appraise her as I move around
her slowly.  I feel myself growing wet just looking at her, but I
must not let her know--not yet.  I caress her firm buttocks
gently, then give her a sharp pinch.  She whimpers, trying not to
cringe, but does not move.

Without any warning, I spank her hard on the left buttock. 
Again, she whimpers rather than cries out, though she has to
clench her teeth to stop the cry.  I've left a red handprint on
her pale skin.  I give her another on the opposite cheek, then
return to my place in front of her.

I reach between her legs, giving her clit ring a playful tug.  I
feel the prickly nest of her trimmed pubic hair, so fiery red. 
She's wet, as wet as I am, and when I push my index finger into
her, I can feel the uneven pulsation of her arousal.

She's mine.  She'll do whatever I tell her to, submit to whatever
I want to do to her, and love every bit of it.  I own her as
completely as I own anything else in my life.

I'm aching for her now, but I force myself to wait.  I spank her
again, this time keeping it up until my hand is sore, and her
pretty behind is glowing red.  Her chest is flushed now, swollen
nipples standing straight out from her breasts, legs wobbly as
she descends further and further into subspace.  I want her so
badly it hurts, but I still make myself wait.

I look across the room.  He's been watching us patiently, smiling
at me.  A wave of love and arousal washes over me.  I can see his
erection bulging at the front of his slacks and know he's as
turned on as I am.

I reach for one of her nipple rings and tug on it.

"Follow."

She lurches forward, following my lead as I pull her across the
room with the ring.  The flesh of her nipple stretches out, and
she struggles to stay close to me.  I lead her to him and stop.

"Kneel."

She drops to her knees, assuming the proper posture.  I reach
down and take her hands, putting them on his leg.

"Pleasure him," I say brusquely.  "Use your mouth.  I'll tell you
when to stop."

She rises up on her knees, reaching for the fly of his slacks. 
He smiles at me, bemused, as she opens him up.  His penis is red
and throbbing as she pulls it out into the open air.  I watch as
she bends forward, as her mouth opens, as the head passes between
her blood-red lips.  She closes her mouth over him halfway down,
and I see her cheeks hollowing with the suction.  Another wave of
arousal washes over me.

Up and down she goes, bobbing slowly.  His hands caress her shiny
red hair.  His penis is soon slick with her saliva.  I can see
her jaw working against him, her tongue massaging him expertly. 
It's all I can do to sit there and watch.  He's growing more and
more turned on, though he's trying to remain calm.  But she's
done this too many times, knows too well what he likes.  He grits
his teeth suddenly, breathing whistling between his lips.

That's my cue.

I spring into action, moving her aside.  She knows what I want
and withdraws instantly.  I climb into his lap, opening my
thighs, and impale myself on him.  He gropes at my legs, fingers
tracing the tops of my stockings.  Behind me, I feel her leaning
in, face pressing against my buttocks, tongue snaking forward,
licking at the spot where his cock is plunging in and out of me.

I'm too aroused for this to last long.  I ride him roughly and
rapidly, bouncing and grinding down.  He takes my left breast in
his mouth and worries at the nipple.  I cry out at what the two
of them are doing to me.  I throw my head back, arching my
breasts at his mouth.  I feel the first tremors of orgasm
beginning in my guts and try to hold back, to hold it off just a
few moments longer, but I can't.  The feel of her tongue
fluttering over me and the sweet pain of his cock inside me are
too much.   

A sharp cry of ecstasy explodes from my chest as I start to come.
 With my last conscious effort, I squeeze myself around him with
all my might, trying to carry him along with me.  I'm rewarded
with the pulse of his ejaculation, deep inside me, just as my
orgasm peaks.  I shudder over him for long moments before the
waves of pleasure begin washing back, leaving behind only tender
vibrations as my inner muscles unclench.

She's still licking at me, slowly and gingerly.  She knows how
sensitive I am after I come.  I rise slowly off his still-erect
cock, and she pushes forward between my thighs.  Her tongue
probes into me, seeking his sperm as it oozes out.  I lean
forward against him, and his arms embrace me.  I kiss him, my
tongue in his mouth mimicking hers in my pussy, almost as if
we're kissing him together.  I've coasted down only slightly, and
the feel of this union suddenly sends another come stabbing
through me.  I shudder between my two lovers, whimpering in
fulfillment.

When I've recovered, I let her finish cleaning both of us up. 
Then I have her stand in front of me and begin masturbating her
roughly.  It takes but a few moments to bring her to the edge and
another to push her over it.  Her legs buckle as she climaxes but
she remains standing until the crisis has passed.  Then she drops
back to her knees.

I offer him my fingers playfully, and he takes them into his
mouth, licking her juices off.  

"That will be all, Hope," I say.

"Thank you, Mistress."

She rises to her feet and goes into the kitchen to begin making
dinner.

THE END

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