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Subject: {ASSM} Daydreams; m/f bd/sm
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 23:10:02 -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, 2001. Other stories are posted at my site: 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 


Daydreams 

The slave's hands were stretched high above her head. Cuffed together then 
straining up towards the ceiling as the rope had been pulled so tight that 
she had to stand on her tiptoes. Her back was to the viewer and she was very 
close to a rough stone wall. 

She was naked except for the sheen of sweat that covered her body. As one 
looked closer, you could see the pattern of welts and marks that adorned her 
skin. Obviously, she had been on the receiving end of some brutal Master's 
attentions. 

Then he strode into the picture. Naked as she was, but hooded, he simply 
walked up to the slave and with no words of warning, placed large tight 
clamps on the slave's labia. He then stood to the side as he reached around 
and squeezed her breasts hard and then used a large wooden paddle on the poor 
girl's ass. 

After her ass turned red, he stepped back again. Her face was to the wall and 
if you looked close enough, you could see that she was now absentmindedly 
brushing her rock hard nipples against the rough stone surface. 

After a while, she started to turn around and you could see her 
face................ 

Amanda jumped in her seat and her eyes flew open to look around to see if 
anyone was staring at her. It had startled her to realize that the face she 
saw in her fantasy was her own. And the fact that her hand had slowly been 
creeping down to her lap and she had been so lost in her reverie that her 
fingertips were pushing against her pubic mound. 

But no, they were all listening to the politicians drone on lost in their own 
daydreams during this long convention. 

Amanda knew she had to get better control of herself, but more and more 
lately she had found herself dreaming of such fantasies. Not that she had 
ever consented to submit to anyone like that 

But she thought of it more often than before since HE had started 
communicating with her. 

It had started one evening as she had waded through her inbox and started 
reading the letter. Her face had burned with shame as she realized that 
someone knew her secret and it was someone that obviously knew her in real 
life. 

She couldn't believe that she had been so naive as to use her regular screen 
name for visiting the sites, but she vividly remembered that long night when 
she had found that index of hard-core bd/sm websites and had started visiting 
them. She had stayed up into the early morning hours, reading, looking and 
playing with herself. The large wet spot on her chair when she finally stood 
up had been all the proof that she needed that this was meant for her. 

He explained that he had see her screen name as one of his subscribers to his 
erotica website and had admired her from afar in person. He meant her no harm 
and would keep their relationship strictly online if that was her preference. 
And of course, his identity would remain a secret as long as she wanted. 

It had both frightened and excited her. She should have just told him to go 
away, but still she was drawn to him. She was an adult now and living on her 
own and it was time to explore her sexuality.  This seemed a way to do it 
safely. So she had cautiously written back, eventually emailing some of the 
other subs that obviously knew him from other than the site They all 
reassured her that he was safe and would be gentle in all ways since she was 
a novice. 

So their relationship continued; she sharing her sick fantasies for the first 
time, asking questions, perusing the websites He suggested; subscribing to 
mailing lists to learn more about this "alternative" lifestyle. Until 
finally, she had asked that he give her some small tasks to perform to help 
her get the feel of giving up control of her body to another. 

They had started small; clothespins on her nipples as she masturbated; hot 
wax dripping on her small, perky breasts as she slowly slid down on the HUGE 
cucumber picked from her mother's garden that morning.  The first time she 
went out in public without her bra was terrifying since she just knew they 
could see her nipples. But as she got used to it, she had a strong desire to 
let them do just that and found herself flirting shamelessly with the men she 
met. 

But still she felt an emptiness. She knew that while this was fun, it wasn't 
the same as doing it in real life. She wanted the feel of his eyes as she 
stood before him, naked, vulnerable and waiting for his commands. Bound, 
gagged and helpless as she waited for the feel of the crop or the touch of 
his fingers as he pulled hard on her turgid nipples. 

Well, this was getting her nowhere except horny all over again. So Amanda 
went out to the concession stand for a soda to cool off with. 

When she returned and sat back down, she noticed an envelope among her papers 
that wasn't there before. 

She opened it and read the note. 

It was from HIM. He was here actually watching her!! 

Amanda tried not to be very obvious, but she just had to look around and see 
if she spotted him. But no, most of the men were either in deep conversations 
with other delegates or paying close attention to the dais. No one seemed to 
be paying her no special attention whatever. 

As it instructed she looked inside her backpack and sure enough, there was a 
plastic baggy with two Ping-Pong balls inside of it and an another note 
paperclipped to it. 

"You look like you're as bored with this as I am. So I thought I'd give you 
some toys to take your mind off things. Take the balls, go to the ladies room 
and insert them in that hot cunt.  Then come back, take a seat and enjoy the 
rest of the afternoon." 

Even through the plastic Amanda could feel how cold they were. She had read 
about Doms that injected water into Ping-Pong balls, froze them and then 
inserted them into their slaves for their amusement. 

Should she do this?  Where would it lead?  Did she want to play this kind of 
sick game for him? She knew that if he thought she obeyed him, this would 
just lead to more games and perhaps eventually a meeting in person.  Did she 
really want that? 

She realized that he was most likely watching her as she sat there deciding 
what to do. 

Her heart was pounding and her pulse was racing as she knew this was taking a 
step in a different direction. 

She replaced the notes in her backpack. 

Then slowly stood up and carrying the plastic bag in plain sight walked down 
the aisle to the restrooms. 


MastrKink    
                   "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of 
pain." 
                        

                         

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