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Subject: {ASSM} Just One Wish by Katie McN (FF, NC, MC, First, RP)
Date: Wed,  8 Aug 2001 18:10:04 -0400
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Just One Wish

By Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.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.

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. katie@katiemcn.com

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"Thank you mistress. After 11 hundred years I'm free
and will grant you any desire as you're 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 it's 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 smooth 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 your 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 of 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 furry 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 you bottle with you, Sarah?"

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

The End


Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.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:

www.asstr-mirror.org\~Katie_McN\

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