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Subject: {ASSM} Tea Time, Pt. 4
Date: Sat,  2 Mar 2002 20:10:07 -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, Pt. 4

Jean closed her eyes as her fingers slowly manipulated her clit through her
knickers.

She no longer felt any shame or embarrassment since everyone else was doing the
same or worse around her in the upstairs "tea" room. She had become quite the
regular customer dropping in at all hours when she had a free moment especially
on the weekends when all of the "dungeon" rooms were being used.

She knew she should stop, but no matter how hard she tried she found herself
standing outside the building wondering what perversions were being practiced
inside. And then hours later going back to her small apartment to masturbate
furiously to her fantasies.

Tonight she had slowly sipped her tea as she flipped through the channels and
watched what tortures were being practiced in the various rooms. In one some
kind of machine was continually stroking a huge, rubber phallus in and out of a
bound helpless slave. In another, she had caught a glimpse of the huge looking
needles that were going to be used to skewer some poor women's breasts and
decided she wanted lighter fare instead.

So she watched and diddled as one of the "waitresses" that normally served her
was hung upside down from the ceiling, legs spread wide open, hands bound
behind her back as a hugely endowed gentleman was thrusting his enormous penis
into her mouth and throat. Jean could actually see and hear the poor girl gag
as he was merciless in having his pleasure with her.

Besides that torment, a hooded and leather clad female was using a cat-o-nine
tails to give the girl a severe ass whipping. One could actually see the welts
rise up on her red bottom.

God, is my mouth actually salivating!!  Sure enough, Jean realized that her
mouth was mimicking the thrusts of the penis and realized that she wished she
was on the receiving end of such attention.

Her fingers moved faster and her body responded with a knee weakening orgasm!

So she sat and waited for her legs to grow strong enough to transport her back
home so she could repeat the experience only taking longer and using that big
pink dildo she purchased the other day at a sex shop down the street.

Jean lost track of time as she sipped her cooling tea and munched on a few
scones. She never noticed the waiter as he stepped from the shadows and asked
if she required anything else.

As she looked up at him, she recognized the man that she had just been
watching. Glancing down, she saw his penis almost resting on the table top.
Geez, it looked to be as thick as her wrist!!

Despite that she also felt a twinge of desire to feel that pecker stretching
her wet cunt wide open.

Collecting her wits and dropping her gaze back to the table, she responded,
"Uh, perhaps some more hot tea, please."

"Certainly, ma'am."

He poured some fresh tea into her cup, made the usual offer of cream or sugar,
then asked if there was anything else she required.

It was then that Jean noticed the small whip hanging from a thin gold chain
around his waist.

Her mind immediately flashed back to the her first day in the tea room  when
she witnessed a patron taking advantage of the opportunity to be disciplined
and she felt a surge of lust to feel the sting of the whip on her bottom.

However, the words were hard to get out as he continued to stare at her
waiting.

Her voice barely above a whisper, Jean finally uttered the word. "The whip."

'Ma'am?"

"Will you use the whip on me, please?"

"Of course, madam, I'm here to please."

Her mind in a state of shock, Jean stood and slowly pulled her knickers down to
her ankles as he cleared a space on the table for her to lean over. She knew
that the others were watching her, yet she was oblivious to their stares.

Tucking her skirt into the waistband so her white bottom was in clear view of
the other customers, Jean felt a shudder move through her as his fingers softly
caressed her tender skin.

Slowly, softly he twirled the small whip and allowed it to make contact with
her bottom.

It stung a little, then as the heat moved through her, she laid her head down
on the table and whispered, "More."

Her fingers toyed with her clit and entered the wet opening between her legs as
the whip fell harder making her flinch just a little.

But the combination of pain and pleasure was perfect and the pain eventually
gave way to pleasure for the first time in her life. Now she understood why she
had returned again and again. This was her way of life to true sexual
satisfaction.

Just before Jean screamed out her orgasm, she realized that at some point he
had changed to a larger and more forceful whip. The pain was there, but
diminished. All she felt was the incredible wave of pleasure as she grunted
through her orgasm and stuffed 3 fingers deep into her sopping pussy.

The room around her was in another world, Jean was so focused on the mixture of
shame and pleasure that ran through her.  She just laid there reveling in the
new feelings and rested. Then she turned around and dropped to her knees.

She looked into his eyes and murmured, "Please."

More to follow.


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


  

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