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Subject: {ASSM} Memory by dejacomdude [MF cons bd sm]
Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2001 01:10:03 -0400
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction.  The author retains the copyright and all
rights as to distribution.  This work contains explicit sexual scenes,
which if you are in a jurisdiction that prohibits such work then you
should not read further.


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                                Memory
                                ~~~~~~

The room was dark was dark when I entered and I jumped slightly as I
felt the cloth of the blindfold pass over my eyes.  I murmured no
resistance to you as you secured it and then led me deeper into the
room.  You turned me around and I felt a bump of softness behind my
knees.  A gentle push against my waist dropped me to a sitting
position on a bed.  Now you kissed my mouth, my covered eyes, and my
forehead; all while your hands roam freely over my shoulders and arms,
finally drawing inward to caress my breasts.

These caresses draw the fires upward and I feel a dampness begin to
form between my legs.  I try to return one of your kisses but you draw
away, refusing my participation.  Your hands remain on my breasts but
you draw yourself closer to me and press the front of your jeans
against my cheek.  Through the rough denim I can feel the surging
pressure of your manhood and I can visualize it standing before me.  I
try to rub my face against that delectable bulge but again you pull
away denying me my wish.

You move back but your hands still press against my breasts. Your
hands move about grasping the material of my blouse and with a violent
movement you tear the fabric asunder.  I gasp at the suddenness of the
act and the skin of my abdomen goose pimples up at the cool air that
now washes across it.  You unfasten my bra and my breasts fall free
before you.

Now you are half-lifting and half-guiding me back onto the bed.  I
twist and lie back against the pillows.  You take my hands and spread
them out to my sides above my head.  I feel the soft strength of nylon
cords as you bind my hands to the posts of the bed.  I pull
tentatively against my restraints and they do not give.  You move down
and pull my skirt and panties off with a single smooth stroke, the
elastic waistbands gliding over my skin.  More cords are felt, now on
my ankles, and my legs are pulled to the sides and secured.

I can feel your eyes on me, your prize.  My skin quakes from the
strength of your unseen gaze and its penetrating powers.  The dampness
I felt before is now a strong and potent savor in the air.

I hear tools being picked up, then a squirting noise and I gasp as a
cold cream is applied to my pleasure mound.  Smooth hot stokes soon
announce your shaving of my private hairs.  Humiliation swells through
me, strangely heightening the feelings of lust that are coursing
through my veins.  The shaving complete I feel the painful coldness of
after-shave dashed against the scraped skin.  I smell the sent of the
liquid and recognize it as what you use on your own face.  My heart
beats yet faster.

I now feel your hands against the side of my breast.  You seem to be
holding a small cord in place.  You wind the cord around my breast in
a loose loop and I fruitlessly wonder what you intend.  A sharp pain
shoots through me as you yank the loop tight against my skin and I
nearly cry out.  But that is not permitted, and I would not have the
scene end.  Slowly, cruelly you tighten the cords until I feel my
breast is about to burst.  You loop the cord around and around, casing
the base of my orbs in a nylon cocoon.  Finished with the one you pull
it towards the side of the bed and secure it to something.  Then you
proceed to my other breast and as I lay on a pool of agony you bind it
as severely as its' sister.

I continue to test my restraints but to no avail.  The pain of my
breasts and the burning of my mound feed the rising inferno in my
bowels.  I can feel the fluids of my cunt flowing from me like I am
having an orgasm, but there is no satisfaction in this climax.

I feel you between my legs, but it's not your torso that is there, it
is your face.  With an almost electric shock that I feel your tongue
against my clitoris.  It circles that bud and slips down, dipping into
my reservoir of lust and returning to circle again.  In a new agony of
desire I want to wrap my legs around your head and if possible draw
your tongue into my innermost parts; to quench the burning of my
innards, but the bonds of my ankles prevent this and my frustration
rises.  I feel like I'm approaching the greatest orgasm I can imagine,
but it refuses to crest and give me relief.

Your touch disappears and I lie in anticipation and frustration. 
Moments pass and I can only hear faint rustles throughout the room. 
Suddenly I smell my own juices and feel your kiss on my mouth.  The
taste of woman combined with your masculine scents drives me to
hungrily devour your lips.  Kiss after kiss covers my face.  I hear
your voice very faintly; "This is going to bite"

A lightning bolt of pain crashes through my body as you release a
nipple clamp onto the straining apex of my left breast.  It is so
sudden that I have no breath even to cry out.  Just as I draw a deep
gasp in you fasten another clamp on the other side.  I try to control
my own body, but on its own it tugs at the mighty bonds that hold me. 
The pain at last subsides a little and I lay there, panting.

I feel you on me again, your balls slide between my poor distended
breasts and the velvety tip of your rod nestles against my lips.  I
know I now can act and I part my mouth to receive you in.  The long
hot member slides against my tongue and lodges against the back of my
throat.  I almost choke and you wait.  Gaining mastery of the
sensation I try to swallow and take you the last bit in.  With my
tongue I can slide out and tickle your balls and this you permit me to
do.  For minutes I continue trying to bring you pleasure with only the
tip of my tongue.  The burning in my stomach proclaims my earnest
desire for where that rod should properly be, but you are the master
and as you desire so do I perform.

I am sweating now, working hard to both pleasure my master and breathe
at the same time.  I can feel the heaving of your balls as my
ministrations begin to achieve their purpose.  You squirm above me as
your legs press against the cords that run to my breasts, each touch
shooting new sweet agonies into my soul.  Deftly you slide your penis
out of my mouth, slide down and throw yourself atop me.  With great
violence you thrust your manhood deep into my waiting crevice.  It is
a relief to feel you there though you continue to torture my poor
breasts with squeezing and bites.  For a few minutes you pump into me
furiously and my soul screams in an agony of desire for release.  Then
with a mighty groan you release.  I can feel the great drops of nectar
as they explode into my innermost receptacle.  As your explosion
splatters within me I feel my own begin.  My spirit seems to focus
down to a single point deep within my bowels.  Again and again I feel
the waves of pleasure pass over me, drowning me in an ocean of
pleasing agony.

Slowly I become aware of your body resting upon mine, asleep.

I am yours, Master.

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