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From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT)
Subject: {ASSM} Daydreams, Pt 2 M/F, bd
Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 08:10:03 -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, Pt. 2

Amanda squirmed around in her seat trying to find a more comfortable position.

But no, nothing felt right since her thoughts were concentrated on her cold,
and yet, hot cunt!

She had been so embarrassed when she walked out of the ladies room and returned
to her seat. Her imagination was going wild in thinking that everyone knew what
she was doing. Her fingers had trembled as she opened the ziploc bag and
removed the frozen ping pong balls.  She could see where the tiny punctures had
been made and again sealed once the water had slowly filled the empty cavity.

Standing in the stall with her pants pulled down to her knees as she inserted
the balls had felt so naughty and increasingly exciting too.  They had only
felt cool at first, but after she put her clothing back in place and starting
walking back to her seat, the cold feeling started becoming more intense. So
much so that her thoughts stayed on her sopping wet pussy and how much she
longed to leave the convention and get somewhere to relieve the sexual tension
she was feeling.

But instead, she sat quietly among her colleagues listening to the business of
her association, knowing that the person who had sent her these "toys" was most
likely watching her every move.

And that only made her excitement grow!

As the speakers droned on, Amanda's thoughts returned to her sexual fantasies
and how much she wanted to experience them for real. She wondered where this
first step might take her on her journey and realized how much she longed for
the touch of a real Master's hand on her skin.

She looked around once again trying to spot anyone who seemed to be paying her
close attention, hoping that she might find this mystery Dom. But alas, no such
luck.

And as the afternoon went on, she knew that she'd never get to sleep tonight if
she didn't take matters into her own hands, so to speak.

So saying good-bye to her room mates, she left the convention hall and
hurriedly went upstairs to their hotel room for the only opportunity that she
knew she'd get to enjoy her "predicament."

Even though she knew the rest of them would stay for an hour or more at the
convention, Amanda went into the bathroom and closed the door before
undressing. Then sitting on the closed toilet seat, she splayed her legs wide
so her fingers could reach up inside and move the little plastic balls around.

Within minutes, she could hear herself moaning in pleasure as her digits roamed
inside and out of her steaming cunt. Oh, this won't take long at all!!

BRRRRRRRRRNNNGG!!

As if her heart wasn't pounding hard enough, the sound of the phone ringing
right next to her made her jump and start.

She tried to ignore it, but decided she might need to check and see if her
friends were returning.

"I just wonder what you're doing up there all alone right now?"

"What?"

"Judging by the look on your face when you left I suspect that you made use of
my little presents and felt the need to, aah, take care of the situation."

Amanda felt her face grow hot and realized that she must be blushing furiously.
 He knew exactly what she must be doing and she felt her nipples grow hard at
the thought of sharing this information with another.

She felt her mind slip into another unexplored domain and heard her reply in a
distant voice:

"Sir, since you were kind enough to think of me, I just thought that I should
make use of them when I could."

"That's the proper attitude a slave should take, dear. But in the future,
please remember that you must ask permission to enjoy such toys to orgasm
unless my instructions say otherwise."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now after seeing you today, I must say that I have a strong urge to play with
those cute perky breasts.  What do you say to that, Amanda?"

She couldn't believe that she was really going along with this sick, demented
game. But nonetheless she heard herself reply, "Whatever you'd like for me to
do, Sir."

"Good girl. Your friends are still here so look in the closet and get one of
those pants hangers. You know, the kind with the clips on the rod?"

"Yes, Sir." Indeed, she could hear the speakers in the background and realized
that he must be talking to her on his cell phone as he sat in the convention
hall keeping an eye on her friends.

She opened the bathroom door and quickly stepped over to the closet and grabbed
one of the hangers. Closing the door behind her, she couldn't believe that she
was prepared to do this. She had seen the pictures of these tight clips
pinching hard nipples and had even tried it once in a while herself.  So she
knew how much this would hurt.

"I'm back, Sir."

"Very good, now I know you've seen the pictures so just let those fingers do
their work and I''ll tell you when to use the clips."

Amanda leaned back and closed her eyes. She could hear voices in the background
as he stayed on the line listening to her rapid breathing as her fingers did
their job and quickly brought her to the brink of an orgasm. But before she
could even ask what do to next, it was as if he was reading her mind and she
heard his voice soft, yet firm, tell her to put the clips on her nipples.

Oooooooow!  

Ooooh, that hurt, but she could feel the transformation from pain to pleasure
as she continued to use her fingers to stroke and caress her hard clit and to
pushed those balls inside of her cunt back and forth.

"You may come anytime you're ready, Amanda."

She glanced down at her throbbing nipples and was amazed to see the white skin
around where the hard clips were crushing her nipples.  And yet the sight of it
was all she needed to slip over the edge. She felt only slight embarrassment as
she heard the noises she was making as her intense orgasm ripped through her
crotch and spread out from there to the far reaches of her body.

She could hear a slight chuckle on the other end of the phone line and then
heard him say, "well, that seems to be a promising beginning. I'll be in touch
again. I think we've just scratched the surface of your desires and abilities."

And with that, he was gone.

Removing the clips from her breasts Amanda could already feel the anticipation
of what he might ask her to do next.


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