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Subject: {ASSM} Feverish, by Ed Rider (D/s FM MF)
Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2001 09:10:02 -0400
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* Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. Because    *
* the characters in it do not have to deal with the consequences of    *
* their actions, they put themselves in situations that are            *
* undesirable in real life. The primary intent of this text is to      *
* sexually arouse the reader. If this makes you uncomfortable, or if   *
* you are 19.5 years of age or younger, please stop reading now.       *

Feverish
by Ed Rider

I had another one of those dreams again. This time I was in the large
white room, standing around with two other guys. The guys were
talkative, and I was not. They were speculating on what was going to
happen to them, how they had gotten into this, and what it meant in
terms of their lives.

The white room was like an artists loft. High ceilings, and a kind of
constructed feel, as if it were in an unfinished building. I got the
sensation of being backstage of a very complicated theatre set, but
of course there was no stage here. In the middle of the room there
stood three strange chairs.

The chairs were made of a very transparent plastic, visible by its
thickness, but otherwise barely there. They were large, and kind of
high off the ground. They were strange constructions indeed. A person
seated in them would be leaned back so their back was nearly parallel
to the ground. Their butt would be held up by only a small piece of
plastic; the support for the lower body would be provided mostly by two
pieces which extended up from the seat of the chair, to such a height
as one could lift ones legs and drape over them, with knees
up in the air.

The three of us got out of our clothes, and with only some difficulty,
got up in the chairs. It was in this position; naked, laying back with
our legs up above our bodies, that the Mistresses most often received
us.

With a bit of effort, I could lift my chest and look up at the door,
and watch the Mistresses come in. Today we were graced to be attended
by Mistresses Alexa, Brenda, and Charlotte. Brenda walked over to my
chair, it was she who would be servicing me that day.

Each one of these Mistresses had a style of their own. Brenda, for
example, was a hot young dyke with dyed magenta hair. I was glad to
have her, of the three. She took great delight in fucking men,
throwing herself into the activity with great gusto. While she did not
go for intimate contact with males, she clearly got some sexual charge
out of sodomizing them.

Mistress Alexa was quite different. In looks, she was tall thin and
blonde, having an almost regal air about her. For her, the act seemed
almost like a spritual affair. She liked having the man's hands
restrained, so that she could play with his dick as she worked her
plastic strapon around in his anus. She took things slow, pushing gently
with her hips and kneading her charge's engorged cock and balls.

The third Mistress for today's session, Mistress Charlotte, was a
sadist. There is not really any other way to describe her interaction
with the men. It's not clear whether she was a lesbian or not; she
disdained men, though didn't appear to have any special affection for
women, at least not ones not under her whip. She used the strapon
forcefully, to the great pain of the man she serviced, and took
satisfaction from inflicting punishment with her plastic cock.

It began. Brenda carried some straps with her, which she used to bind
my legs to the chair, as well as winding a thick one around my chest
to hold me fairly securely in place. My hands were left free, so that
I could masturbate while getting fucked.

Brenda was wearing a ragged white t-shirt and no bra. She already had
on her favorite accoutrement, the rubber panties that had a nice
thick cock in front, and little bristles on the inside to stimulate her
pussy. I played with myself, hardening up as I watched Mistress
Brenda's lithe form, and she rubbed herself as well, slathering lube
onto her dildo.

The legs of the chair could be spread apart and fastened into position,
which Brenda did. Soon she was inside me, thrusting gently with the
rubber cock. As I loosened up, she increased her tempo. I could hear
some grunts and groans from the other two men as they too received their
Mistresses.

Brenda grinned at me and licked her lips. Her cock felt good inside me,
and I closed my eyes and kept stroking myself. I never did last all
that long in this position. The one time I had Mistress Charlotte, she
berated me for coming so soon, and kept giving me a vicious fucking.
This time, I spurted all over my chest in a few minutes, and Brenda
eased out, rubbing the cum into my stomach with a gentle massage.

And that's what I remembered when I woke up slowly, writhing in
between the persistent world and the dream.

* * *

I dreamt again of places of dark and red. This time I was not alone,
sitting on those deep crimson pillows in a room not lit well enough
to make its walls visible. There were two other women, connected to
me and each other by chains that attached to our ankles. We sat in
silence.

 From outside of the room, there came the sounds of activity, of people
talking and moving with some purpose or other. A door opened and shut.
There was the sensation of being in the middle of something, something
that could not be perceived from its center.

A man stepped out of the shadows, one of the Masters. His name was
Charles, and he was a large man with black hair. He was a possessive
fellow, and had a bit of mean streak to him. When he fucked us he
liked to do it however we liked it least. I was glad when he passed me
by, instead putting his hand on one of the other two women.

Some of the chains fell away, and the woman he chose was released, while
the remaining woman and I were bound even tighter to each other. Charles
took his selection, and the two of them retreated into the shadows, but
I could tell that they hadn't left the room. Soon began the sound of
the woman being serviced.

There wasn't much time to listen, before another Master entered. This
one's name was Alex, and he was a young blond lad. Of all the Masters,
he treated the women the best, I think. By quirk of fate, he had a
rather small penis, one of the smaller ones I've seen, but he had
leaned how to use it well. He did not choose me, instead breaking the
chains and leading the other woman off in the same manner as the first.

Now I was by myself in the light, and the next Master who came in would
do me. I peered into the darkness in anticipation, as I saw a figure
approaching. It was Master Brad. I could have done better, could have
done worse. Brad was a big man, I mean that his cock was of average
length but very thick, and he enjoyed very much being on top of women
and letting them feel every thrust.

He approached me, and the chain that went from one of my ankles to the
other stiffened, pushing my legs apart. Obediently I lay back on the
pillows and positioned myself to give Brad good access to my pussy.
Smiling he approached me, stroking his cock, which was not fully hard
yet. Waiting for him, I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of the
other two women receiving their Masters a short way off.

When he entered me he felt so big inside my cunt. I bucked a bit with
my hips, but he leaned forward, pushing me down into the pillows, and
filling me deeply with his cock. I nearly lost it right there, but held
back, and soon he had built up a rhythm inside me.

I bit my lower lip and clenched a grip of pillow in my hands. As I
matched his thrusts with squeezing from my pussy, jolts of electric
pleasure shot through me. Oh god right there... give me more of that,
give me just a little more... a little... And then, with Master's cock
as deep in me as it could go, I started coming, my whole body stiffening
and sliding with intense pleasure over the sheets as the weight of his
body pushed me to new delights.

I woke slowly, knowledge of the real world seeping slowly into me,
lying there by myself, naked and on top of the sheets.

end.

* The author humbly invites you to send your comments, questions, and
* requests to Ed_Rider7@hotmail.com

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