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Subject: {ASSM} Preliminary Fantasy Number Zero
Date: Sun,  9 Jun 2002 11:10:03 -0400
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Dark.  Erotic.  Body control.  Do not read if it squicks you.
Please disregard the story I started to post here years ago, thank you!
Please e-mail all queries to this address.  I will be looking for
responses, critiques and criticisms.


Pen name pending...


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I sit here naked on the floor, my hands fondling my breasts and my fingers
teasing my nipples while my feet play with each other, and I perpetually
pee.

You know that's my favorite position to be in, and you use that knowledge
against me all the time.  Yes, you know exactly what I like.

You commanded my body to do this and then left me this way.

My hands behave like such lovers, cradling my breasts, bracing them and
them letting them fall, or bunching them together, all in an endless
playfulness.  My fingers tease and tickle my nipples, sometimes flicking
them, other times outright pinching them until I squeal.

The soles of my feet rub against each other like they missed each other
for so long, and my toes eagerly play with each other, the toes on one
foot trying to grab the toes on the other.

And all the time I pee.  I pee and pee, and I can't stop it.  My bladder
is constantly full and the pressure is always there.  It's so wonderful.

No, I can't stop it.  That is what drives me so insane, and you know it.

Occasionally I look down at my bosom, and at my own hands as they
continuously disobey me and continue to fondle my body, making me gasp and
twitch.  My nostrils fill with the scent of my own urine, but how could I
produce so much?  Where does it come from?  I start to shake my hips, but
my legs won't listen to me either, being happy to remain resting there on
the floor.

Damn you.  Even when I try to stop myself, even that turns me on.  It
turns me on that I am humiliating myself.  It turns me on that my body
won't listen to me.  It turns me on that my body seems to know exactly how
to play with me when you tell it with a casual command and a flippant
gesture.  And then you just leave me here to experience it.

Anybody could walk in.  Anybody could walk in and watch the pretty girl
fondle herself and pee all over the floor like she were a mad and
obsessive little freak.  Her hands would still pinch her nipples and her
feet would continue to happily rub each other like no one else in the
whole world mattered.

My hatred for you is only matched by my lust for what you do to me.  My
body is obedient to you and would do anything you told it, and that makes
me so weak.  Even when you make me walk to you, I get wet.  Feeling the
muscles tense and relax.  Feeling my joints move.  Feeling my disobedient
feet land on the ground.  I could try to stop.  I could try to change
direction.  I could try to change pace.  My legs feel the same, but they
don't listen to me.  Why does that turn me on?  Why do you do that to me?

I hate that you make me play with myself whenever I say your name.  I love
how helpless I feel whenever I come so hard because of it.  I could walk
up to a stranger and utter your name to him, and suddenly pull off all my
clothes and open my legs right in front of him.  It doesn't matter if it's
in a house, or out in a park.  For this I must always call you 'Master'.
Yes, you are the master of my body.  Damn you again.

I sit here and think of all this while my mind is inundated with such
stinging pleasures and I feel so helpless and humiliated. What else could
I do?  I am often lost in my own mind.  Did you ever think of that irony?
Did you?  With my body working so hard on its own, my mind is completely
free to drift away.  But I can never go very far.  I always come back to
find myself pushing my breasts together and peeing on the floor.  God, I
love it.

Last night you made me mount you and hump you over, and over, and over
again while my hands played with my breasts.  I couldn't stop.  I came
again, and again, and again.  You fell asleep on me, but still my body
obeyed your last wish of it, and poured every last ounce of strength into
the act.  I cursed your name and told you I loved you.  

You like to make me play with my breasts all the time.  Maybe because you
know it turns me on a lot.  I'll bet you think it's cute to see me
fondling my titties for hours, days.  You give it to me as if it were a
reward.  Who cares if I have to eat or sleep, or use the handrail?  You
have power over me, and you want to make sure I remember it every waking
and sleeping moment of my life.  God I love how my nipples feel right now.

You punish me.  Making me crawl around on all fours while I pee buckets
and lap it up with my tongue.  Making me whack myself endlessly with your
crop, and leaving me like that while you go have fun.  Keeping me
incontinent, or worse, making my body hold it all in for a few hours, or a
few days.  I love how it makes me feel.  I hate how much I love you.

I know you will come back soon.  I know you will come back to your peeing
fuck puppet.  Will you ask me how my day was?  Was I happy?  Was I sad?
Did I discover something profound about life?  I know my mouth will suckle
on your cock as if my life depended on it.  I know I will have to fight
with my own body just to breathe because blowing you is more important.

If I'm lucky you'll keep me playing with my tits all night.  It's a
wonderful feeling to wake up to.  Maybe you will make me play with myself
before I go to sleep.  I love how relentless my body is when you make it
do things.  Like you are now.  Maybe you will come in here, make me suck
you off, and then continue to leave me this way as you go to bed.  

Please make me play with myself at least once before you go away again.  I
promise I won't hate you as much if you do.

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