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Subject: {ASSM} The Post 01/03 {Coyote} (Mdom bd sm slow)
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"The Post" - part 1 of 3
   by Coyote 


Coyote stared at his discovery for a long time without moving.
His thoughts raced from the plantation's two hundred year history
to the stone tower he and Raven were building now. Raven. His
thoughts settled on her, of course.

He pictured the smooth skin of her back, the gentle curves of her
shoulders, the way her form narrowed at her waist and then
rounded out again into her perfect ass.

He imagined her tossing her head to look back over her shoulder
at him, her lips forming that slight smile she got whenever she
won some small victory over him. He could never resist smiling
back.

Coyote stared at his discovery without moving. Then he smiled and
his mind was made up.

"Raven, come up here." he called from the entrance alcove.
Raven's head jerked up at the tone of his voice. It was a tone
she didn't hear often. Maybe not often enough, she admitted to
herself.

At the top of the short flight of stairs, she saw him, standing
in his jeans and yellow work shirt. His back was turned to her
and he shoved something she couldn't see into his black nylon
backpack. She stopped at arm's length from him. "Yes?" she said
and he turned to face her.

He reached out to touch her face, as she knew he would. If
nothing else, she was certain that he thought she was beautiful.
She closed her eyes and felt his finger trace the curve of her
cheek. She could smell the leather and sweat of the work gloves
he had worn all day.

Kiss me, she thought to herself, and opening her eyes, she saw
him smile briefly as if she had spoken aloud.

"Come with me. I want to show you something," he said. And she
followed him outside.

They walked in silence down the old trail that led to their spot
where the creek entered the small forest where berries and plums
grew wild.

He took her hand as they entered the woods and he felt that same
storm in his chest he felt every time he touched her. He put his
hands on her waist to help her over the creek bed and his hand
slipped under her pullover to touch her bare skin. He had to
fight back the sudden urge to take her right there. He pictured
her body wet and sparkling and then imagined caressing her,
covering her skin with the clean, silty mud. He set her down and
conjured the strength to hold to his original intentions. The
muddy creek bed would wait.

The entered a small circular clearing in the wood, and her first
thought when she saw his discovery was revulsion. As if reading
her mind, he said, "It's not what you think it is." She faced
him. He walked over to the large post planted in the center. The
post was maybe ten feet high with a large steel ring fastened to
opposite sides, one near the top, and the other about halfway up.
Several clean new black leather straps hung from the rings and
lay on the ground. On the side with the highest ring was a foot
high platform. "Field slaves would have been whipped in their
quarters, so that the other slaves could see. This is so far out
here in the woods, so that no one would see."

He paced around the pole while she stood still looking at it.
After completing the circle he looked at her with an expression
she had seen before. His blue eyes narrowed slightly and he bit
his lower lip for a moment, then he spoke. "Undress, Raven."

Raven hesitated. She was uncertain if her limits were about to be
reached, but she knew if she refused him outright, her time with
him would be over. She unbuttoned her pants before bending over
to remove her boots.

He watched her slip off her jeans and pull her shirt over her
head. As she reached behind to undo her bra, he began to walk
around her as he had the pole; inspecting this magnificent
creature that he tried so hard to totally possess.

He was standing behind her when she reached down to remove her
panties and she felt his hands take her wrists. He brushed her
hair aside with his chin, and she felt his mouth on her shoulder
n that spot she knew he liked more than any other. "Yes." She
thought, "Kiss me. Make love to me here then take me home and
make love to me again." She tried to reach for him, to caress his
cock through his jeans, but he held her still.

Still holding her wrists, he hooked his thumbs through the waist
of Raven's panties and began kissing down her shoulder and back,
tasting her skin until he knelt behind her. He kissed the small
of her back and released her wrists as he began to slide the
panties over her ass and down her shapely legs.

Raven tried to concentrate on the feel of Coyote's hands and her
own lace panties sliding down her legs to quiet her nervousness.
But it all returned as his hands reached her ankles and she
stepped out of them and stood naked between her Master and the
whipping post. Coyote raked his fingernails up Raven's legs as he
stood, amazed as always at the reaction his body had to the sight
of her standing before him naked. His cock strained against the
denim, possessed by that part of him that wanted to take his girl
NOW.

His hands on her waist, he guided her to stand before the pole.

"Take one of the straps." he ordered. She started to shake her
head, and then she felt his breath on her skin and his voice in
her ear. "Do you not still crave my attention as much as I crave
your submission?" She watched almost unbelieving as her trembling
hand reached for one of the long black straps before her. She
wrapped it twice around her wrist and then Coyote reached around
her to slip the end through one of the twists, securing her hand.

"Now take another one." Coyote ordered. Raven closed her free
hand over another strap and held it, watching while Coyote
wrapped it around her wrist and secured it.

He walked around the pole, looking at his bound slave even as he
pulled the strap that took the slack from her bonds and pulled
her hands over her head. His breath caught in his chest as he
watched her lower her head even as her rising arms lifted her
breasts.

Raven closed her eyes as her arms were lifted above her head. Her
Master had told her before how he enjoyed the sight of her in
this position. For a moment she allowed herself to hope that this
was all Coyote had planned, to tie her to this ancient post. She
knew he wanted her. She hoped he was preparing to take her now.
Then she felt his hands on her waist and she was lifted onto the
small platform.

She grasped the leather cords and held close to the pole, making
those motions that she knew incited her Master's lust.

The gentle slap of his many bladed whip against her calf startled
her and she gasped, jerking her leg up. "Keep your leg lifted
there, little slave," he ordered and Raven obeyed, pulling on her
bonds and holding to the post.

Coyote took a strap from the lower ring and kneeling behind
Raven, he brought it around his girl's bare lifted thigh. From
his position kneeling behind her, he could see her cunt exposed
by her lifted leg. Once that strap was secured around her thigh
and the post, he slowly drew his finger along the perfect pink
folds of her labia. He was gratified to discover that his slave's
pussy was wet.

Raven felt the finger along her nether lips and gasped. She rose
up on the toes of the foot left unsuspended to expose more of
her. "Take me." she whispered. "Please take me now, Coyote." She
arched her back, crushing her breasts against the pole and moving
her hips away, trying to present her lovely cunt to him.
"Please," she whispered again.

Coyote stood. "Raise your other leg, slave." he ordered. Raven
pulled the straps to hold herself and leaning against Coyote, she
did as she was told. She felt another strap around her thighs,
then another under her ass, creating a seat, and she was secured
to the post.

Coyote stood behind his slave, the sight even more magnificent
than he had imagined. He brushed her hair aside to expose her
neck and lowered his mouth to her skin.

Raven tossed her head back and opened her mouth. Her Master's
kisses moved from her neck to her cheek then her mouth was
covered by his. His hands circled her waist and then slid up her
flanks until his fingers rested lightly on the sides of her
breasts.

As he explored her mouth with his tongue, Coyote moved his hands
to his slave's ample breasts. He kneaded them gently, fighting
his urges to hurt her. Lost in his desire for her, he continued
to kiss her and to lift her breasts, pressing them together then
separating them, taking the perfect nipples between his fingers,
then sliding his finger below, between or above her pink-tipped
white globes.

Her Master's passionate touch inflamed Raven and she found
herself giving Coyote what he wanted. Her mind raced, trying to
process the sensations of her body. Their tongues danced between
their mouths while his hands roughly handled her tits, her
nipples pressing up to and rubbing against the hard wooden post.
She arched her back, pressing her now-dripping cunt against the
post as well, as had the girls and women bound to it over a
hundred years before.

Keeping her breasts firmly in one hand, Coyote slid the other
down Raven's belly and placed it between the post and her sex.
The feel of her wet lips parting to admit his finger into her as
she continued grinding her hips against his hand tempted him
again. He held her firmly and pressed his crotch to her ass as he
considered how best to keep this wild creature tamed.

The denim of his jeans rubbed roughly against her ass, and Raven
could feel his hard cock through the cloth. She struggled against
the hand holding her still, wanting the freedom to move with the
finger inside her, to keep her clit moving against his hand. Then
he released her and she fell back, held only by the seat tied
around her ass and the straps tied to her wrists.

Raven remembered where she was and what was about to be done to
her.


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