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Subject: {ASSM} Just One Wish by Katie McN
Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 09:10:04 -0400
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Just One Wish

By Katie McN <katiemcn@cuteandcuddly.com>

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Copyright 2001, Katie McN.

This story contains explicit lesbian sex, 
nonconsensual sexual acts, mind control, humiliation 
and who knows what else. If this bothers you or is 
illegal where you're at, make sure to stop reading and 
move on to something else.

The story was written in three hours in a Write Club 
Duel against my friend Cat's Sara. Alecia D judged the 
match and the themes used to guide the story 
development are found at the end of the text.

I love hearing from people who like my work and I 
answer every e mail. If you have time, let me know 
what you think about this story.

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"Thank you mistress. After 11 hundred years I'm free 
and will grant you any desire as your reward."


Sarah couldn't believe her luck. She'd been searching 
the beach all afternoon for something nice to take 
home and just when she was ready to give up, she saw 
it.

A black bottle.

A globe was attached to the long stem that rose to a 
sealed end. The bottom of the globe was flat and the 
end of the stem was sealed with some hardened 
substance. The bottle was opaque and very shiny. It 
demanded attention.



Sarah searched for the perfect place to mount her new 
treasure and finally settled on the dresser in her 
bedroom. The perfect place where she would see it each 
evening before she went to bed.

She saw herself in the mirror that rose from her 
dresser almost to the ceiling. Her new bottle was in 
the mirror standing next to the naked woman. The woman 
who was Sarah.

She saw herself.

Warmth flowed from her loins to a secret place in her 
mind. The warmth said it was time. Time for pleasure 
and time for release. 

Her hands moved to her breasts and softly touched the 
two firm globes. The fully erect nipples rose to touch 
her hands. She felt their hardness as her palms bushed 
over her tits. Her fingers squeezed and pulled the 
rigid landmarks and she watched their enjoyment in the 
pink circles they called their homes.

Sarah loved her body and it never failed to excite 
her. It wasn't failing now as her hands moved slowly 
down from her breasts to her flat tummy. One hand 
returned to minister to her now lonely boobs while the 
other continued its slow journey to the tiny patch of 
hair that highlighted the start of her pussy. Her hand 
moved between her legs and a finger found the track 
the formed between her labia.

She was already wet. She was ready for more.

Her hand wandered from one breast to the other. She 
touched and held and fondled and squeezed. She knew 
her breasts and gave them what they cried out for and 
she gave them more than that. She wet her fingers and 
captured a nipple between the two moist digits. She 
pulled and tortured the fully aroused center of her 
tit. She felt the sensation as a bolt of electricity 
racing to the hidden place in her mind. Her areola 
puffed and swelled to announce its happiness.

Her hand grabbed the prominence between her vee. She 
let her finger glide up and down the slit between her 
legs. The wet covering this secret place made movement 
so easy and so much fun. Her hand pressed down on her 
clit and the knuckle moved across the sensitive flesh 
raising her lust to a higher level. 

She saw the bottle in her mirror.

Now she was on the bed. She rolled the cold smoothness of 
the bottle across her breasts. She let it trail down 
her tummy and wander into the patch of hair marking 
her pussy. The bottle seemed to guide her hands. 

The stem moved between her legs and touched her pussy 
lips. She found the door to her cavern of passion and 
tried to get in. Her wet juices made it easy and soon 
the long stem of the bottle went slowly into her 
pussy. And then out. And then in. And then out.

Two hands on the bottle now. Faster, faster, faster. 
Something is ready to sweep over her body. More, more, 
more.

It came in waves and started with a scream. Her orgasm 
flooded her mind with an explosion of orange that 
blinded her from anything except what controlled her 
body and senses. An orgasm that lasted forever, but 
one that ended much too soon.


The Bookstore.

The clerk sat behind the counter; a prisoner of time 
and circumstances. She had no place to go. The clerk 
sat behind the counter and dreamed of many things.

"Miss, can you help me? I can't reach this book."

Her dreams ended and now to work.

"Let me pull the ladder over and I'll get it for you." 

She climbed and wished she'd worn a longer skirt. She 
wished she'd worn pants and most of all she wished the 
woman wasn't at the foot of the ladder looking up at 
her exposure. She couldn't bring herself to speak.

"Is this the book you want?"

"Yes, yes. Bring it down for me."

How did it happen? The woman tried to help her down 
the ladder. Somehow her hands touched her legs and 
then they moved higher. Somehow she found herself on 
the ground with the woman's hands on her hips, her 
skirt pushed up around her waist. She blushed and her 
mouth wouldn't open.

"Oh excuse me, dear. I tried to help and don't know 
how that happened."

Somehow she got her skirt back in place. Somehow she 
didn't die of embarrassment. She wanted to say 
something, but her mouth wouldn't open.

"You're flushed, my dear." The woman touched her cheek 
very lightly. She seemed concerned. "You need to cool 
down. Why don't you undo a few buttons on your 
blouse?"

Her hands move to the buttons that secured her simple 
blouse. They seemed to belong to someone else. One 
button. Two. Three. What was she doing?

"I can see your bra so you better take it off."

She thought for a moment. She soon found a way to 
unhook the snaps and pull the flimsy garment through 
the sleeve of her blouse. Nothing was seen. What was 
she doing? Why was she doing this?

"You have such perfect tits. Take off you blouse so I 
can enjoy them."

She was helpless to do anything else. Her hands moved 
to the few remaining buttons and her blouse dropped to 
the floor. She was naked from the waist up and 
couldn't raise her hands to cover herself. She felt 
her nipples harden and her boobs tingle with 
excitement. What was happening?

"Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes so I 
can get a good look at your body."

"All right." Was that her talking? She knew she was 
going to strip off the rest of her clothes here in the 
bookstore in front of a stranger. The door was open 
and anyone could come in.

The woman became very stern and said, "I'm your 
mistress. Learn to address me properly or learn to 
regret your failure."

"Yes, mistress. I'm sorry, mistress."

Her skirt joined the blouse on the floor. She tried to 
stop her hands from moving, but they relentlessly 
pushed her panties down her legs. When they reached 
her ankles, she stepped out of them and kicked off her 
shoes with the same motions.

She was naked and the woman was looking at her body. 
The woman walked around her and looked at her front, 
back, sides, everything. She couldn't stop her. She 
couldn't hide.

She felt the woman's hands on her breast while her own 
arms remained at her sides unable to move. Hands on 
her ass. Between her legs. Exploring everywhere. 
Touch, feel, squeeze, pull. 

Why was she getting turned on? She shouldn't be 
standing in the bookstore naked. She should stop, but 
instead she felt a warmth continue through her body 
and wanted the woman to do more. A moan sneaked from 
her mouth. Where did that come from?

The woman smiled and said, "Why, I think you like this. 
You're wet between your legs and I can slip my finger 
into your pussy without any problem."

Yes, she felt the woman's finger inside her cunt as it 
slowly frigged her. She could do nothing, nothing at 
all to stop the assault. A second finger then three. 
Her juices flowed like a river.

"Yes, you do like it. Why don't you finish yourself 
off so I can watch?"

She froze in place. She couldn't do that in front of 
another person, but her fingers betrayed her. Her 
hands betrayed her and then her whole body seemed to 
be acting on its own.

She felt her finger inside her pussy moving faster, 
faster. Her hand on her clit, press, push. Her other 
hand found her breasts and touched, pulled, squeezed. 
More, more, faster, faster, yes, yes, yes.

The woman watched and waited.

It came from somewhere deep within her mind. An orgasm 
so powerful that she almost exploded. Instead, just 
her mind was lost to the sensation. Lust, passion, 
sex, frig, now, now, now.

The woman watched till the end and said, "You 
certainly liked that didn't you? Did you hear the 
customer come in? He saw you and ran out the door."

She imagined the worst. A good customer telling her 
boss what he saw. She would lose her job and the small 
little apartment she was allowed to use in the back of 
the store. Why did she do it?

"You got me horney, sweetie." The woman was laughing 
at the naked store clerk. "Is there someplace private 
we can go? I wouldn't want anyone to see me."

As soon as they went into the apartment, the woman 
pulled her skirt around her waist to reveal her 
nakedness. She wore no panties and only a tiny patch 
of hair to mark her pussy.

"Get on your knees, girl, and take care of me. You 
know what to do now."

She did. She was on her knees and her hands were 
drifting slowly up the woman's legs were they soon 
found her ripe, firm ass. While she explored the 
wonders of the woman's butt, she lowered her body so 
her mouth could cover the woman's wet pussy.

She sucked the woman's clit into her mouth and looked 
up to see the look of pleasure on the woman's face. 
Somehow this made her want to do more. She wanted to 
please. She had never done this before and yet she 
seemed to know how. She wanted to do it.

Her tongue slid into the woman's cunt and twirled 
around in the river of lust that flowed freely from 
that secret place. She tasted the woman and savored 
each drop of lust that poured into her mouth.

Sucking, kissing, licking, tasting. She continued to 
watch the woman and could feel her body tense. Then it 
started. A moan first and then a scream. A primal 
sound that said she was an animal first and then 
something else later. The woman came in a flurry of 
sensations. 

The two spent the afternoon in bed. They learned new 
things about each other and liked everything they 
learned. They wore each other out, and tried to do 
even more. They overcame the pain and made it into 
pleasure. They found energy and used it to sate their 
lust.

"You belong to me now."

"Yes, mistress. I belong to you."

"You are coming with me now and you'll never return."

"Yes, mistress. Shall I take my things?"

"No, you'll be dressing differently now. I'll give you 
what you need."

They were dressed and walking out the door when the 
woman saw it. She picked it up and held it in her 
hands and said, "This is beautiful. Do you want to 
take your bottle with you, Sarah?"

"No, mistress. I've already gotten my wish. I don't 
need it any more."

The End



Both authors and the judge submitted themes to guide 
the writing of the story. Here is what each person 
offered:

Cat's Sara: A shy and sheltered worker in a bookstore 
(female) is seduced and completely dominated by a 
Dominatrix patron. She leaves her job and life, 
disappearing to live happily as the slave of the 
woman.

Katie McN: A woman finds a mysterious bottle. When she 
happens to rub it, a sexy babe pops out and grants her 
a wish. 

Alecia D: The story must have a surprise ending of 
your choice. 



Katie McN <katiemcn@cuteandcuddly.com>

I love hearing from people who like my work and I 
answer every e mail. If you have time, let me know 
what you think about this story.

Read the rest of my stories at:

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