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Subject: {ASSM} Irish Master, Marks of a Submissive, mmm/fff. bdsm.cons
Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 23:10:02 -0500
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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 pet_23, 2001. More "pet"
stories are posted at my site http:// http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 

Irish Master, The Marks of a Submissive, 1st half

The day had finally come for Missy to make a decision. To stay with 
this man and become his submissive or go home and never see him again. 
The thought of not seeing him ever again brought tears to her eyes. In 
one week she had developed feelings for him. More than she ever 
expected to have in a relationship such as this. She only, when she 
started this, wanted to experience the real life of bdsm and to 
actually learn how to submit and experience pain instead of fantasize 
about it. How easy it was to develop more than experiencing fantasies. 
This was a live man who not only trained her, but treated her 
decently. Unlike some of her past relationships. He took care to make 
sure that it was not just he that was satisfied in a session. Looking 
at her Master while he read his paper brought feelings swelling up 
inside of her. He was true to his word. He did not say anything to her 
all day today or touch her. He wanted her to rest and reflect about 
this past week. 

She knew the answer to his question. She loved this man whom she has 
learned to call only "Master". She wanted to spend as much time as she 
could with him and learn to know him better. She moved her lips to 
speak.

"Master, I have made a decision."

He raised his eyes from the paper and lowered it to gaze at her. "Yes, 
what is your choice?"

"To stay" She replied, "I love you and respect you and want to learn 
to please you. I cannot leave now."

The Master smiled, "You please me already Missy, but it now pleases me 
more with your answer. Are you prepared for what lies ahead then? For 
I will have some things done to you so everyone knows you are owned by 
me."

Missy frowned and curiously asked, "What sort of things Master?"

He replied, "The Marks of a Submissive." I will have a tattoo put on 
you and some other things done to you to show you are mine. Tomorrow, 
is when we will do this. I am going to invite company over. We will 
make a celebration of this for not only will I announce that you are 
mine, it is also St. Patrick's Day." He grinned with glee, stood up, 
and did a little Irish jig in front of her which made her laugh to see 
the sight.

He went over to her and drew her up into his arms and held her tight 
and twirled her around. He was happy and delighted she wanted to stay. 
He worried with the bullwhipping of yesterday that she might change 
her mind. He would still do that to her at times, but with more care 
and slowly build up her tolerance to it. He kissed her and told her he 
needed to make a few phone calls and lightly patted her ass and told 
her to go to bed for she will need her rest and he will join her 
shortly. 

Missy went up the stairs and could hear her Master on the phone 
speaking to someone about tomorrow. She was a little fearful of the 
tattooing. She knew it could hurt but happy and willing to submit to 
it for this man and be his.

The night was spent in sweet lovemaking and slumbers and to Missy went 
by too quickly. The next day she was told absolutely no clothing on at 
all . Not even the collar which surprised her. She had not been 
without that collar since she came into the house for the first time. 
This was now strange to her not to feel that piece of leather around 
her neck. What did he have planned?

It was afternoon before her Master ordered her down to the basement. 
He made her lie down on her back on a table to which he bound her 
wrists above and apart over her head and her legs were up in the air 
and apart. He grinned at her and said,

"The party starts as soon as the guests arrive. In the meantime," He 
paused and raised up an object for Missy to view, "Lets get you 
prepped up for it."

Missy looked at the object and seen that it was a vibrator that had 
adjustable speeds. Her Master set it on low and lowered it slowly 
towards her pussy starting first just below the navel and running it 
slowly down and around towards her cunt lips. He ran it over them, up 
and down before bringing it up to her clit. The vibrations were just 
enough to get her aroused but not enough to get her to climax which 
Missy started begging for. Her Master was laughing at her telling her 
she was so impatient. He moved the vibrator away from her clit and 
down to insert into her cunt hole. He kept it on the low speed as he 
inserted it in making her moan louder as he slowly fucked her with it. 
He inserted it all the way in and took a clamp and grabbed her two 
pussy lips and clamped them shut over the vibrator so it would not 
come out. As soon as he had done this, he heard the doorbell ring. 

Looking at Missy, he jokingly said, "Do not go away, I will be right 
back."

Her Master left to go answer the door leaving Missy to moan and squirm 
over the wonderful vibrations that were going on inside her. She could 
hear him speaking and a woman answering as they were coming back down 
the steps. He came down with a beautiful, tall, long red-haired woman 
who led by their leashes, two men dressed in nothing but green colored 
leather thonged underwear in  honor of the day. The woman herself was 
wearing a long fur coat in which one of the men was helping her off 
with and he draped over his arm until told that he could hang it up on 
a peg by the wall. The lady had on underneath the coat, a green 
leather chained teddy and thigh high boots with spiked heels. She was 
laughing and talking to Missy's Master and making light conversation 
while pretending that Missy was not there. When she did turn to look 
her way, she smiled and spoke,

"So, this is the main attraction of the evening." She turned back 
grinning at her host, "Ryan, I must say, your taste in women is 
improving."

The red-haired lady slowly walked over to the table and ran one, long 
fingernail up and around her tits. She was sensually licking her lips 
while gazing down at this body. She ran her nail up and down across 
those breasts and then down to Missy's pussy and slid the fingernail 
between the lips to lightly finger the clit and press against the 
clamp holding her hole shut. She then ran it back up under Missy's 
hood flicking the clit as she did so and bent down to look at it like 
she was examining the area smiling like she knew a secret that Missy 
did not know. 

When she straightened back up she smiled at Ryan and told him, "I see 
we have a lot of fun in store for us. Many things I could do to this 
area if you let me."

Ryan smiled back, "No, just do what I asked of you tonight. Perhaps in 
the future we will consider it."

The lady shrugged and nodded her head in agreement. She looked back at 
Missy and introduced herself as Mistress Hera but told Missy just to 
address her as "Mistress" for the rest of the night. The doorbell was 
ringing again as more guests arrived. More Dom's coming with their 
submissives who were all dressed in green leather. All types were 
there. Masters with their female subs, (some had males) Mistresses 
with submissives of both genders with them. The room was full of them 
laughing and talking while their subs kneeled on the floor not 
speaking unless spoken to. Some came over to gaze at Missy who wiggled 
in her torment and smiled at her Missy was blushing at everyone 
looking at her nakedness. Among them, she recognized Mac from the day 
before who grinned at her knowing that he was going to get a second 
chance at her tonight. Missy remembered his cock very well for it was 
still sore from the fucking that he gave her.

"It's time for the party to begin." Her Master said, "As you all know 
to the reason why I invited you here." He turned to Missy, "This 
submissive has decided to put herself into my care and to submit 
completely to my desires and learn how to please me. I want to 
celebrate this day and have witnesses to see her proof of submission 
and to see what a fine gift I have. We will now begin." Master Ryan 
went to a box and handed out paddles to every Dom in the room and had 
them line up in front of Missy. He took the ropes that bound her legs 
and tightened them so Missy's ass was up in the air and when  he made 
sure the bindings were secure. He turned to them and said, "17 smacks 
each with the paddles. 17 smacks standing for the date of St. 
Patrick's Day." 

Missy's eyes widened because she looked at the line. There was 17 
Dominants in line and each of them was going to paddle her. The rest 
of the submissives were ordered to count the smacks as each came up. 
Her Master began. Softly at first to warm up her ass and then with 
more force. Missy tried not to cry out as the paddle came smacking 
down. It stung and burned and felt like fire that was getting hotter 
and closer to her. When he hit 17, he stopped and stepped away to make 
way for the next one down the line. Each of them striking her ass 17 
times. Laughingly, some of the Dom's were keeping count along with the 
submissives for they were enjoying the game and the struggles Missy 
made against her bindings. Down the line they went and by the time 
they were all done Missy was crying out with each strike and was 
relieved when was over. Master Ryan came up and felt the warmth of her 
ass. He rubbed and then grabbed the cheeks and pulled them apart and 
squeezed them like he was trying to get a handful. He bent down and 
Missy thought he would taste her like he had done so many times before 
but he smelled her musk and breathed it in deep like it was 
sweet-smelling perfume which, to him, was. He smiled while breathing 
in the scent but tonight he was going to share her with all of his 
friends and he, as the host, would be last in line. He looked at 
Mistress Hera and told her that Missy was hers to toy with now. 
Mistress was rubbing her crotch with a desire for she wanted this 
bound lass now and knew that Missy had never tasted a woman before 
tonight and was honored that she was going to be the first one. 

The Mistress walked up to her and ran her hands up and down Missy's 
body. Harder this time. Feeling, pinching, pulling on nipples and cunt 
lips. She bent down to suck on one of the nipples which made Missy 
gasp and her eyes widened. A woman had never touched her sexually 
before. She did not know what to think of it. She tried to relax her 
mind and think about it, but the sensations were too strong. She was 
too aroused by the vibrator in her cunt and the feelings of excitement 
that this woman was raising by touching and sucking on her. The 
Mistress reached down and took off the clamp which brought a burning 
feeling to Missy for the clamp had been on there a long time. The 
Mistress removed the vibrator also and inserted her fingers into her 
cunt and ran them around inside of her to get some of the juices that 
were produced by the sensuous torture that her Master and friends had 
caused. She raised the fingers to her lips to lick and taste the 
juices and smiled and spoke, "You are right Ryan; she does have a 
sweet tasting cunt. Now, perhaps it is time she knew what one tasted 
like also --

To be continued -- --.

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