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From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT)
Subject: {ASSM} Tea Time!
Date: Fri,  2 Nov 2001 22:10:05 -0500
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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 


Tea Time!!

Jean looked up at the facade of the old townhouse. It was a pretty place, white
with colorful bright trim surrounded by others like it with the odd assortment
of stores and hotels on a side street just off Dupont Circle in Washington. 
The only odd thing was the large number of same sex couples she had noticed as
she had walked down here from the underground station.

She felt in her pocket for the plastic card that Nigel had given her before she
had boarded her plane in London.

'Here, Jean, go visit these friends of mine and you'll have some real fun."

He was always trying to get her involved in his sexual escapades, but she just
wasn't like that. Well, normally anyway. Her attraction to D/s had always been
there in the background, but the thought of actually being a little slave girl
to some of the rude males out there sort of took the fun out of it. 

But still, she kept looking at the dirty pictures, reading the stories, waiting
for the right person to take her in hand so to speak.

But today, she was just plain bored and thought she'd come down and see what
this transplanted English tea room had to offer in the way of a diversion.

The small brass bell tinkled above her head as she walked through the handsome
doorway. Looking around the room, she was transported back to her native
England as she noticed the prints on the walls of various locations throughout
the English countryside. Small knickknacks adorned the tables and shelves that
gave the large room such a cozy feel. Various women and a few men were sitting
at numerous tables drinking their tea and munching scones.

"May I help you?"

Jean looked down at the diminutive white haired women in her wire rimmed
spectacles and loose sweater.

"Mmmmmmm, yes, I was told there was a special room here?  The Morgana Room?"

"Yes, there is, but that requires a membership card. Do you have one?"

Jean reached in her pocket and pulled out the black plastic rectangle to show
the hostess the stylized red dragon on side.

"Okay, love, you'll find it at the top of the stairs."

Thanking the sweet old lady, Jean proceeded up the darkened stairs wondering
what such a nice woman could have to do with the likes of Nigel and his crowd.

At the top, there was only a black door with a small spotlight illuminating the
electronic lock. Sliding her card into it, she heard a click and the door
opened.  On the other side, was an enormous fellow with a very stern
countenance.

"Your card, ma'am."

Handing it over, Jean waited while he swiped it through a card reader attached
to a computer, then answered him when he asked for her password.

"Inverness."

"That's correct, dear. Go right in."

With that, he pressed a hidden buzzer and the door behind him opened and she
walked through to the "special" tea room.

It was a bit smaller than the room downstairs with no natural light and subdued
lighting. As she glanced around, Jean noticed that theme was well, quite
erotic.

The walls were covered in a continuous mural depicting the most sadistic of
sexual pleasures. Bound and gagged maidens were being tortured by various
devices ranging from the rack of old to alligator clips and electricity.

Jean could barely contain her shock as she stared at the realistic paintings.

"May I show you to a table, miss?"

The woman in front of Jean didn't appear to be barely out of public school, let
alone be allowed on these premises.

"Uuh, sure."

When the young lady turned her back, Jean stifled a slight gasp as she noticed
the entire back of the minuscule maids outfit was missing so that her back and
bottom was bare to the world.

Oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into!!



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


                        

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