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Subject: {ASSM} **NEW** Office Games Part 12 (M/f,BDSM,ws)
Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2002 19:10:10 -0400
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Here is part 12 of Office Games for your reading pleasure.  Sorry it took so 
long, but work has a way of interfering with things that I'd like to do, and 
since I'm not a writer full time ...

Anyway, Part 13 is in the works - never fear.  I'm still enjoying your 
comments and emails and I'd like to thank you for sending them and for your 
support for the story.  If I haven't answered an email you've sent, I'm 
sorry - sometimes sorting through all the fucking spam makes me miss things. 
  I try to be carefull though.  Speaking of which, if you are a spammer - 
fuck you.

Previous parts are up on my website.

~Pen~

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Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that matter).  
Some of it could be very dangerous.  If you have a hard time telling fantasy 
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~Dark Pen
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Start Office Games 12

	After he'd gotten off the computer with Donna, he'd spent some time 
watching TV.  Summer TV, he decided after a while, sucked, and he went to 
bed.  Brad woke early on Sunday.  He puttered around the house, then 
puttered around his workshop.  There were a few pieces of leather work that 
someone had commissioned that he wanted to finish, so he worked on those.  
His mind kept drifting to Donna, of course, then his eyes to the many toys 
in his shop.  Oddly, Brad was somewhat depressed.  He looked around his 
wonderfully equipped Dungeon/workshop and saw emptiness.  He knew that the 
time was fast approaching where he's have to... shit or get off the pot.

	When they'd finished yesterday, Edge and need2sub had decided that today 
they'd get online and hash out some terms.  Brad figured that since she was 
going away for a while, it'd be a good time for her to mull his definition 
of various terms over in her mind.  He thought that once she knew what he 
meant by 'collaring', Master/slave and such that she'd be back peddling 
pretty quick.  He was sorry for that, but really, it might be best anyway.  
Of course, those thoughts didn't make him feel any better and contributed to 
his slight depression.  Brad decided he didn't like his line of thought and 
threw himself into his work.  A short while later, he put the finishing 
touches on the body harness and set it down.  He'd email the person it was 
for and ask when they wanted it sent.

	Brad continued to do small chores around the house.  When he looked at the 
clock and saw that very little time had passed, he realized that he was just 
wasting time.  He got dressed and went to the gym.  That wasn't as much of a 
distraction as he would have liked.  There were a number of machines that he 
couldn't look at without imagining Donna tied to them.

	While driving home, Brad reflected that he really was becoming obsessed by 
Donna.  Of course, the grinning gremlin in his head agreed, laughing at him 
and hold up pictures of Brad in clown makeup and really big shoes offering a 
sweet little girl (with Donna's face) a balloon.  Brad grimaced from the 
reminder of their age difference.

	By the time he got cleaned up, deleted the spam in his account and fired up 
ICQ, it was almost time.  He made a sandwich, then walked back and sat down 
at the computer.

	need2sub:  Good afternoon Sir.  i hope You are well today.
	Edge:  Fine, thanks.  How are you feeling?  Sore anywhere?
	need2sub:  <giggling>  A bit.  My legs from the heels are the worst.
	Edge:  That's all?
	need2sub: <lowering her voice>  Well, there *are* a few places that i'd beg 
You to rub - if You were here...
	Edge:  Tease.
	need2sub:  Not exactly teasing, Sir.
	Edge:  Oh?
	need2sub:  Well, i guess You're right, since You aren't here...
	Edge:  Don't remind me.
	need2sub:  Speaking of here... we were talking the other day about maybe 
meeting sometime.
	Edge:  I thought you wanted to talk about the definition of 
'collaring','Master' and 'slave'
	need2sub:  That too.

	Brad's heart was really pounding.  He had to be careful.  Put her off too 
long about meeting and she might not even want to continue cyber.  She might 
start to wonder why he didn't want to meet her.  After all, she had to know 
that she was very attractive, most guys would jump at the chance.

	Edge:  Let's start with those.  If you're still interested in meeting after 
you learn what my definitions are, then we'll talk about that.
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.
	Edge:  OK.  What do you think it means to be offered a collar?
	need2sub:  Hmm.  Well, i would assume that it would mean that i was willing 
to be that person's slave.
	Edge:  I see.  I guess that's true as far as it goes.  I, personally, 
consider that it also means that you are in a committed Master/slave 
relationship.  But wearing my collar isn't a casual thing.  For some people 
wearing a collar means ownership.  I don't want to own you - exactly.
	need2sub:  <listening intently>
	Edge:  What I would want ties in with my definitions of Master/slave.  I 
would want control of your sexuality.  I would train you to enjoy a wide 
range of actions that *I* would like to have you experience.  And I would 
expect that you would be an active participant in your training, which means 
*you* would come up with sexual adventures and fantasies as well.  One 
purpose of your training would be to expand the limits of what you currently 
consider a 'turn on'.

	Brad sat back and waited.

	need2sub:  i think i understand.  i don't think i'd like that control to 
extend past sex though.
	Edge:  Truthfully, I have no desire for a doormat or someone 'broken to my 
will'.   I know some doms and subs get off on that and that's fine.  It's 
just not what I want.  But I *would* expect you to get off on things that 
you might not, initially anyway, physically enjoy.  You would learn to get 
off on them because I like them.  Acts that you like, even if they were hard 
to admit to liking, would be brought to the surface and thoroughly explored.
	need2sub:  i think i'm pretty open about what i like.
	Edge:  I see.  So you have no interests that are a turn on - deep dark 
fantasies - that you would be unwilling to share with me at this time?
	need2sub:  Ummmm.  OK.  i see what you mean.
	Edge:  <grinnin> I thought you might.  I also like to use sort of a mental 
construct called 'play space'.  When I declare we are in that space, you are 
a slave - period.  It doesn't matter when or where we are.
	need2sub:  But isn't that the same thing as you controlling me all the 
time?
	Edge:  Not exactly.  This is where trust and knowledge of one's partner 
comes in.  You'd have to trust me enough to decide to follow my lead and for 
me not to choose inappropriate times.
	need2sub:  i see.  Can i declare a 'play space'?
	Edge:  Of course.  You declaring that sort of thing means that you are 
actively participating in deepening your own sexual slavery.
	need2sub:  <squirming>  You certainly have a way of putting these things.  
i'm starting to get soaked.

	Brad smiled and his cock started to swell.  He wondered if she'd get off on 
the real thing as well as just the concept.

	Edge:  So you don't have a problem with the concept.  How do you think 
you'd deal with the reality?
	need2sub:  If it's anything like what we've been doing, i think You'd like 
my reaction.  i know that You haven't been able to push me very hard because 
we aren't doing this IRL.  my question is whether You'd be willing to 
*actually* make me do the things You've hinted at.  Whether You'd actually 
be very severe - both physically and mentally, with me.

	Brad sat back surprised, although he shouldn't have been.  She was calling 
him out, almost challenging him to train her and train her hard.  He found 
that very arousing, even as he realized that some Doms would be insulted by 
the inplication from a sub that they didn't have the strength to carry out 
their word.  He, however, considered it entirely reasonable for her to 
wonder if he only talked a big game.  After all, he had proof that she would 
follow his commands, and giving commands from behind a safe internet 
connection wasn't the same thing as being up close and personal.

	Edge:  Well, I've been in the scene for quite a while.  I've played with 
other people's subs at play parties, and I've trained my own - although with 
few exceptions never as far as I'd like.
	need2sub:  Why not?
	Edge:  Sometimes incompatibilities kept the relationship from expanding.  
Just like any dating relationship, sometimes things don't work out.  I've 
had several subs, and a number of casual partners that I met at play 
parties.  One of the best slaves I've ever trained fell in love with someone 
else - always a problem, and the other slave that I trained left for another 
part of the country to follow her career.
	need2sub:  Are You involved with anyone IRL?
	Edge:  Nope.  I do still play at play parties though.
	need2sub:  Does that play include sex?
	Edge:  Sometimes.
	need2sub:  Would it still include sex if You were to collar me?
	Edge:  I guess that would depend on what type of real life relationship we 
had.
	need2sub:  Speaking of which...
	Edge:  You'd like to meet.
	need2sub:  Yes.
	Edge:  <grinning>  Aren't you afraid that I'm a psycho?
	need2sub:  <looking innocent>  Sir, i KNOW You're a psycho.  Besides, i 
might not be the shy, sweet, innocent girl You think You know.

	Brad laughed at that.  Oh but Donna, I *do* know!

	Edge:  <LOL>  Um... Yea.  Guess we should figure out where we are.  After 
all, a plane trip might be difficult to arrange.

	They spent some time working out their geography.  It was easier then he'd 
expected to lead her into 'discovering' that they lived near enough to be 
able to meet at a mutually agreeable place.  Brad let her suggest a place - 
after all, he wasn't the one going in blind here, she was.  Of course, the 
place that she chose was a club that he'd never been to and that he'd never 
actually go to with out a strong reason - like this one.  He'd heard that 
the twenty-something set liked to hang there.  Oh joy.  Well, he would go 
early and stake out the place.  That way, if he decided that this just 
wasn't going to work after all, he could ditch and deal with the 
consequences later.  If he was this nervous now, he figured he'd be a wreck 
when the time came to do it.  No matter how he tried, he just couldn't see 
them together.  Still, he thought that he'd better take a bit of the lead on 
this, or Donna would start to get suspicious.

	Edge:  OK - so, perhaps we should do this when you get back.
	need2sub:  Sounds good to me.
	Edge:  Shall we go over the last term definition?
	need2sub:  Which one?
	Edge:  Master, and when you'd be allowed to call me that.
	need2sub:  OK.

	They spent some time going over the term Master.  Brad had definite ideas 
about what a Master's responsibilities were, but was quite vague on when 
he'd allow a sub to call him that.  He had always decided that by 'feel'.  
How the relationship felt to him.  None of his casual play partners were 
allowed to call him Master.  In fact, only the two women that he'd mentioned 
to Donna had been allowed to call him Master.  He also explained that he 
expected an untrained slave to wear a red collar and a trained slave to wear 
a black one.  That was his own personal preference though.

	They eventually signed off for the day and Brad was pretty satisfied.  He'd 
discovered that she was going to the gym tomorrow with KC.  He grinned 
thinking that he'd have to come up with something... interesting for her to 
do at the gym.  He had mentioned to her that she should check her email 
before bed because he'd have instructions for her.

	Later that day, he sat down at the computer to write out her instructions 
for the gym.  He didn't want to interfere with her workout and he didn't 
want her to get kicked out of the gym.  Brad wasn't planning on going 
tomorrow, but maybe those plans would change.

	need2sub,
	  I don't really know what you plan to do tomorrow for your workout.  But I 
do know what I want you to wear.  Remember that nice sports bra you had?  
The one that was a little too small?  You can wear that, and only that, on 
top.  If it doesn't cover enough then you can wear a loose tank top along 
over it.  On the bottom you may wear a pair of shorts.  Something with loose 
legs that would be easy to see up if you weren't careful.  You may wear only 
those shorts - no panties underneath.  While you're there, ensure that you 
flash someone.
	  One final thing.  While you are at the gym, I want you to cum once.  You 
must be in the building, but not inside a stall in the bathroom or locker 
room.  Anywhere else is fine.  You can clean yourself up when you get home.

	Enjoy,
	Edge.

	PS:  Flashing KC doesn't count - she's already see your cunt.  Several 
times, no doubt.

	He sent off the email and shut down.  He felt vaguely dissatisfied, uneasy 
and decided that he needed to get out and get some air.  In fact... he went 
into his room and grabbed a newsletter that had listings for bondage clubs.  
As he'd thought, tonight was a play night at his club.  This was just what 
he needed!  He decided he'd go get some food, then hit the club.  Play 
parties didn't usually start too late on a Sunday night and perhaps there 
was the possibility of finding a partner.  It was rare to be able to do that 
at a club, but this was a private club and he knew a number of people there. 
  If not, there were some friends of his that might be there to hang with.

	Brad awoke bleary eyed to the sound of the alarm.  He glared at it, but 
there was no sense in taking a hammer to it - not that he didn't want to.  
He lay there for a minute, thinking about last night.  He felt better than 
he had last night when he'd gone to the club, but knew now that he'd gone 
there to keep from thinking of Donna.

	When he arrived last night, the place hadn't been very crowded.  Still, 
there were several of his friends there and he noticed two of them, Gina and 
Ann, playing.  He walked over and greeted them, observed the bound sub with 
an appreciative eye, then turned to leave.  Gina, Ann's current Mistress 
asked if he wanted to help with her sub.  Brad had played with Ann before - 
she was a sweet little sub with an affinity for tight bondage and hard 
strappings.  She was a little under five feet with a mostly average build 
but very large breasts.  Well, large for someone her size anyway.  Gina was 
about five eight and a little on the heavy side.  She  wasn't naked, but had 
on a corset, stockings and heels.  Her breasts were about a 'C' cup and she 
had pierced nipples.  Unlike Ann, she was not bisexual; she would only have 
sex with women.  But she knew that Ann liked both men and women and would 
allow men to occasionally join the scene - as long as they didn't try 
anything with her.  Plus she and Brad had known each other for years - 
longer then she had known Ann, in fact.

	Brad helped Gina put Ann through her paces.  He assisted with her very 
tight bondage, wrapping rope tightly at the base of her large breasts until 
they were hard balls.  Gina approved and they spent over an hour tying, 
retying, teasing and whipping the cheerful little sub with a strap until she 
begged to be fucked.  There was some discussion about that, with Gina 
offering Brad her sub's cunt.  Brad suggested Gina put on a strap on and 
they could do her from either end.  Gina liked that idea.  Ann was a little 
nervous about it, but had little choice as she was, at the time, bound face 
up on a narrow bench.  Rope cut tightly into her middle and her legs were 
spread wide apart with her feet tied to uprights.  Her breasts had been 
rebound and were by now quite sensitive from all the tight binding not to 
mention being whipped.  At Ann's mild protest, Gina reached down and added a 
pair of nipple clamps to Ann's small, pink nipples.  She knew that Ann liked 
cock and if she'd had any real objection, she would have safe worded.

	In the end, Gina had fucked her sub to orgasm while whipping her large 
breasts as Brad pulled her nipples up with the clamps while he fucked her 
mouth.  Ann liked sex, but she *really* liked giving oral sex.  Gina often 
used her love of oral sex to get her to do all kinds of things, while at the 
same time teasing her about how much she liked to give head.  When Brad and 
Ann had both cum, they untied Ann and led her over to a comfortable couch.  
Brad left them, with his thanks, as Ann sunk to her knees and began to 
pleasure her Mistress.

	He spent another hour shooting the shit with some friends when Ann crawled 
up to him.  He looked up and saw Gina smiling and nodding.  Ann knelt at his 
side and explained, with a very red face, that if Sir wanted to, Sir could 
fuck her.  Brad wasn't surprised, knowing Ann's taste for cock.  Gina also 
knew that Brad loved a nice, hard fuck and that he and Ann had played 
extensively in the past.  There was the usual teasing by the doms at the 
table as Ann knelt, legs widely spread with her hands behind her, waiting 
for Brad to take her.  Kenny's new sub knelt at his feet and he leaned over 
and explained to his sub that *that* was how a slut should beg to be fucked. 
  Brad knew the girl was new to the BDSM scene and that her Master, Kenny, 
had discovered that she really got off on humiliation.  He suggested that 
she also beg Brad to fuck her.  A look passed between Brad and Kenny and 
Brad realized that Kenny wasn't really offering her to him, just playing 
with the woman's head.

	Thus ensued a bidding war between the two subs.  This attracted attention 
of others in the place, including Gina who now walked over to observe how 
her sub was fairing in her attempt to get fucked.  Both Kenny and Gina were 
now riding their subs pretty hard, teasing and taunting them about their 
efforts to obtain some 'hard cock'.  It was quite obvious that both subs 
were getting off on it - their skin was flushed and Kenny's sub's nipples 
were rock hard.  Their efforts included spreading their wet sex for the 
Master's inspections, offering to be whipped and bound at the Master's 
whims, masturbating themselves for the Doms pleasure and other acts that 
caused their embarrassment and arousal.

	Finally, Brad brought things to an end indicating that Kenny's sub had 
failed to interest him sufficiently - not exactly true, but this was an easy 
way out for all involved.  This made Kenny grin as it gave him a reason to 
punish his sub for her failure and they all sat back and watched.  Since she 
orgasmed pretty fast, it didn't seem like much of a punishment, but all 
concerned were quite happy with the outcome.  Brad turned and was about to 
take Ann up on her Mistresses' offer when that damn gremlin popped up.  It 
was dressed as an old fashioned school teacher and was pointing a finger at 
him while scolding him.  In it's other hand it held a picture of Donna, 
dressed as a little girl holding some little yellow flowers in one hand.  
That, of course, reminded Brad that she was who he really wanted to be 
having sex with.  If she were here, and including the occasional other 
person in their play was part of their agreement, Brad would have had no 
problem with it.  But to Ann's surprise, Brad gently declined, kissed her on 
the cheek and told her to kneel there.  He stood and spoke to Gina 
explaining that, as much as he appreciated it, and as much as he hoped that 
the offer would be open to him in the future, he couldn't take her up on it 
tonight.  Gina was a sharp woman and knew something was up but Brad didn't 
give up any info.

	Brad remembered all this as he lay in bed and realized that he had left 
home last night to escaped thoughts of Donna, to loose himself in some play, 
and that it had only partially worked.  Most annoying.  He got up and headed 
for the shower.

	Once he got to work, he realized that he'd have to ensure that Donna got a 
lap top.  Activating the camera in her cube he saw that she was there.  Wow 
- tight jeans and a tank top, she must really be moving into vacation mode.  
He walked over and while they spoke indicated that there was a laptop that 
she could use, should she feel the need to communicated with work while she 
was away.  She admitted that it would be nice to have one, in case some 
thoughts occurred to her.  Her face was completely serious, but her eyes had 
a sort of mischievous glint to them almost as if they were enjoying a 
private joke.  She also mentioned that she had joined the same gym as he.  
They talked short time about the place and what sort of workout each did.  
He got ready to leave and said he'd have the computer to her by close of 
business.  He thought about the look she'd given him.  The girl was a 
definite puzzle.

	Brad spent some time watching the camera, but Donna, evidently getting 
ready for several days off, spend most of her time working.  Bummer.  Of 
course, he could always try to message her and get her to do something, but 
he decided not to.  That afternoon, Brad got her the computer and dropped it 
off, asking her if she had anyway to dial in to work.  She leaned back in 
her chair and put her arms behind her head and assured him that she did.  
Her gesture was totally natural, but it tightened the top across her 
breasts, showing them off quite nicely.  He could also see that she was 
still not shaving, something that he found attractive in a earthy sort of 
way, and that the look suited her.  His dirty imagination pictured her tied 
in that same position with him caressing her breasts, pulling her long 
nipples into hard points...  It took a lot of concentration to keep from 
showing his growing arousal, but he thought he pulled it off quite well.

	After work, he went to the gym.  He had little hope of actually watching 
Donna masturbate while there.  After all, he could hardly follow her around 
now could he?  He also didn't think she'd flash him since that would be way 
obvious.  He was really in a mood and found it difficult to watch some of 
the more attractive women on the machines without imagining them bound to 
them.  When Donna arrived in the weight room with KC, it didn't help his 
state of mind at all.  He didn't think they saw him and he was finished 
anyway so he slipped out of the room.  Brad found a stationary bike that 
over looked the area and was able to watch the two as they went about their 
workout.

	Donna had decided to add a tank top instead of just wearing the sports bra. 
  She had on sheer blue gym pants looked a little baggy.  KC was wearing a 
tight leotard and both of them had towels around their necks.  It seemed 
that they'd just come from aerobics class.  Brad's eyes lingered over KC's 
form as she bent down to help Donna with some weights.  She really did have 
a nice body, a good compliment to Donna's.  KC's hair was bound in a short 
pony tail which made her look about Donna's age.  He could see that the two 
were drawing a fair number of stares from the men.

	Brad had his eyes glued to Donna as they did their workout.  He especially 
enjoyed the sight of her using the peck machine.  Donna seemed to be unaware 
that she held the attention of one of the guys quite completely.  He was 
sitting across from her doing wrist curls, his eyes obviously focused on her 
sweating body as she worked the peck machine.  KC was speaking to her while 
she worked the machine and they both seemed oblivious to the guy.  They, or 
at least Donna wasn't.  Without even looking at him, she slowly opened her 
legs wide enough to give the guy, from his vantage point, a perfect look up 
her shorts.  He took it, as Brad could tell because the guy stopped doing 
the curls.  Donna stayed that way for several reps, allowing the guy to look 
at her exposed pussy, until KC took over the machine.  Brad wasn't sure 
because Donna's shorts were dark, but he thought they were a little darker 
between her legs.  There was no way to tell.

	He did find, however, that having an erection while riding a bike, even a 
stationary one, was not very comfortable.

	Once home, he showered and grabbed some food.  After activating ICQ he 
turned to some of the stories he was working on.  Time had been short lately 
and some had been neglected, but he did managed to lose himself in one of 
them until the ICQ pinged for his attention.

	need2sub:  Good evening Sir.
	Edge:  Hi.  How's it going?
	need2sub:  Fine.  my roommate is in the shower and i'm sitting here, naked, 
at the computer waiting my turn.
	Edge:  You could always ask to shower with her <EG>
	need2sub:  True, and i'm so horny that i'm not sure i could keep my hands 
off her if she'd said yes.  Of course, if she had said yes, that might not 
be a problem.
	Edge:  So you already worked out?
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.
	Edge:  In that case, you shouldn't be horny, since you, presumably, 
followed my directions.
	need2sub:  Oh, er... ummm, well, i *did* follow Your directions, but ummm, 
one quick orgasm wasn't really enough.
	Edge:  Too bad KC is home.  Perhaps I'd let you have another one.
	need2sub:  <looking hopeful>  She does take long showers, Sir.  And she 
just got in...
	Edge:  Oh, so you'd like another orgasm, would you?
	need2sub:  If it would please You to let me have one, yes.
	Edge:  Well, you know that I'd love to let you have an orgasm, but it'd be 
just too easy if you just came right now.  Unless....
	need2sub:  Yes Sir?
	Edge:  Since you are denied access to KC her self, perhaps you could find 
something of hers to gag yourself with while she's in the shower.
	need2sub:  BRB

	Brad sat back and smiled.  She really was into this sort of thing.  
Obviously as much as he was into having her do it.

	need2sub:  Back
	Edge:  You're an eager little slut, aren't you?
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.  Shall i turn on the camera so that You know i'm 
gagging myself?
	Edge:  Sure.

	They set up the web camera and Brad was once again greeted with the view of 
a naked Donna.  She looked absolutely stunning and his cock grew very hard.  
She was sitting there wearing a smile and her mask, hold a pair of panties 
in one hand.

	need2sub:  Can You see me now?
	Edge:  Oh yes.
	need2sub:  Shall i insert them now?
	Edge:  Yes.

	He watched as she opened her mouth and pushed the panties into it, while 
one hand played with a hard nipple.

	Edge:  You do that very well.
	need2sub:  i'm *very* horny.  Oh god, i wonder if this is what she tastes 
like?  i know these are the ones she wore today and they are salty and sweet 
and smell like her.  She must have been a bit aroused because they taste a 
little like me.

	Brad closed his eyes and freed his cock, imagining driving it into her body 
as she serviced KC.

	Edge:  Good to know you like the taste of pussy.
	need2sub:  i do Sir.  i'm glad that pleases You.
	Edge:  So, since you have such a hot little pussy, why don't you play with 
it.  I'll let you have another orgasm.

	Donna closed her eyes for a second as one hand slipped between her thighs 
and the other tweaked a nipple.  She let go of her nipple and reached out to 
type.

	need2sub:  my breasts are SO sore from that bra.  i love the feeling 
though.

	Sore from the bra?  That was strange.

	Edge:  Why so sore?
	need2sub:  Those scratch pads aren't easy on the skin.  They're very 
exciting though.

	The scratch pads?!  He'd told her to wear the bra, not the pads.  She 
obviously misunderstood.  Something to be addressed after her orgasm though.

	Edge:  Hmmm.  Something to talk about when in a few minutes.  For now, how 
close are you?
	need2sub:  8
	Edge:  Good.  Keep going and cum when you can.  Perhaps I can write some 
things to help you along.
	need2sub: i would like that Sir.
	Edge:  You know - I'd love to see you on your hand's and knees, your ass 
nicely stripped by the whip.
	Edge:  I've had you like this before, in previous fantasies, and it's a 
favorite position of mine.  Especially with the heavily weighted nipple 
clamps swinging back and forth in time with my slamming into you.

	Brad watched her reaction to that.  She closed her eyes and pulled hard on 
a nipple.  Her other hand was moving quite quickly now.  She then looked 
back at the screen.

	Edge:  I especially like to imagine that each of my thrusts pushes your 
face into KC's wet pussy, her scent and the taste of her sex thick in your 
mouth and nose.  It makes me really hard to think of you sucking her to 
orgasm while I fuck you.  Especially knowing how hard your nipples are being 
pulled by the clamps.

	Donna stiffened in her chair and threw back her head.  The hand pulling her 
nipple had let go and she was squeezing her small breast tightly with her 
hand.  Brad almost came himself at the sight.  It was over very soon though, 
and she sat there panting through her nose.  Then she leaned forward.

	need2sub:  The shower is off.
	Edge:  Better get rid of those panties then.  How ever would you explain to 
KC that you were using her panties as a gag while you masturbated to orgasm? 
  <WEG>
	need2sub:  <giving You a dirty look>  BRB

	She jumped out of the seat and moved out of range of the camera.  Brad sat 
back and waited.  It would be really hot to get those two to have sex.  
Especially under his control.  It didn't take her long to return and Brad 
admired the view in the camera as she sat down.

	Edge:  Now tell me, did you actually wear those scratch pads under your bra 
while you were working out?
	need2sub:  Of course Sir.  You ordered me to... You did order me to do 
that, right? They were pretty lumpy under the bra which is why i chose to 
also wear a loose tank top.
	Edge:  Actually no.  I ordered you to wear the bra, not the pads.

	Donna sat back in the seat and smacked her head.  Then she leaned forward.

	need2sub:  But i thought that's what You wanted me to do!  Does this mean 
that You're going to punish me now?
	Edge:  No, I'm not going to punish you.  This time.  So, tell me what else 
happened at the gym.  You had a few things to do there, yes?
	need2sub:  i can't believe that i did that!  Well, does it at least please 
You, knowing how i suffered for You during my workout? <blinking innocent 
eyes>
	Edge:  It is an arousing thought, yes.  But you should know, if this were 
IRL and you made a mistake like that, it wouldn't change how I treated you 
when you got home.  If I'd planned some intense breast play for you, then 
that's what you'd have gotten.

	That, of course, was not strictly true.  He always tried to take into 
account a sub's physical and mental state for any 'play' situation.  But he 
wanted to at least scare her a little.  Besides, if they ever did play in 
real life, it wouldn't take her long to realize that he tailored their play 
time to their current physical and mental state.

	need2sub:  i understand Sir.  i should shut down the camera though, KC is 
out of the shower and i don't know if she'd appreciate me beaming her naked 
image to You.
	Edge:  <sigh>Bummer.  OK, go ahead.  But I want to know what happened.
	need2sub:  <grinning>  Yeah, You'd enjoy the view.  She's got a hot little 
body, and a nice pussy with just a bit of blond hair at the top.
	Edge:  Sure you can't leave that camera on?
	need2sub:  <still grinning>  Sorry Sir, that wouldn't be right.  Anyway, KC 
and i did an aerobics class.  It was pretty tough, that's for sure.  It 
would have been hard even with out the bra and the knowledge that if i 
wasn't careful, i'd be flashing people left and right.  All that was pretty 
arousing and not a little distracting.
	Edge:  As long as you didn't put yourself into a position where you could 
get hurt.  And don't think I won't forget this little stunt with KC.
	need2sub:  No Sir, i'm sure You won't.  And i wouldn't do anything that 
would put me in danger.  Anyway, when we finished with aerobics, we went 
into the weight room.  That was fun and we were getting a lot of stares.  
The guy i decided to flash really got a good view too.  i was in the peck 
machine ... You know what that is?
	Edge:  Yes
	need2sub:  OK.  i was in the peck machine and there was a guy working out 
with dumbbells a bit across from me.  i opened my legs as i did the exercise 
and the baggy shorts did the rest.  KC caught me at it though.
	Edge:  Really?
	need2sub:  Yea, she said something while we were getting ready for the 
Jacuzzi.  Fortunately, i managed to hide the pads when i took off the bra.
	Edge:  What did she say?
	need2sub:  She asked me if i knew what kind of a show i'd been giving that 
guy in the gym.  i know i was beet red when i told her i'd done it on 
purpose.  i was also naked at the time getting ready to change into my suit 
and i was wet enough to feel it on my thighs.  i told her You had ordered me 
to expose myself to someone at the gym.
	Edge:  What did she say?
	need2sub:  She got this kind of wicked look on her face.  She looked me up 
and down very slowly and told me that i was exposing myself to her right at 
this minute.  She asked me if that counted.  i was really red, but i told 
her no, it didn't count because she saw me naked all the time.
	Edge:  Good explanation.
	need2sub:  <squirming>  That conversation was what made cumming for me very 
easy.  i was *so* embarrassed that she knew i was getting off on Your 
orders.
	Edge:  And just how did you complete the 'cumming' portion of your 
assignment.
	need2sub:  i did it in the hot tub.  The bubbles felt fantastic and warm 
and no one could see when i slid my finger inside my suit.  It didn't take 
me long to cum either!  There were a few other people in the hot tub, but it 
wasn't crowded.  Mmmm, cumming like that, in secret but right out in the 
open was really erotic.
	Edge:  You did well and I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

	Brad hadn't actually known how she was going to pull off her assignment.  
He'd figured that she would not be able to and that he'd get to punish her 
again.  The gremlin appeared, this time with a Snidely Whiplash mustache and 
a thought balloon over his head reading:  Curses, foiled again!

	need2sub:  Thank You.  i'm glad You approve.  i didn't know if the hot tub 
was legal for me to use or not.
	Edge:  Nope, that was fine.  Not expected, but fine.
	need2sub:  How did You think i was going to carry out Your orders?
	Edge:  Not knowing the layout of the club, I had no idea.
	need2sub:  <EG>  Does this mean You were expecting to punish me?
	Edge:   LOL.  The thought had crossed my mind.
	need2sub:  <looking up at You while on her knees>  Sir, i will take 
punishment if it will please You.
	Edge:  No, no dear.  I'm not going to punish you because you *found* a way 
to follow my orders!  That would not be fair.  Of course, I *do* play hard 
if I'm in the mood to, but you're safe for now.
	need2sub:  <pouting>  Are You sure Sir?  i'm more than willing.
	Edge:  It'll be something for you to look forward to when you return from 
your trip.  Speaking of which, did you get hold of a computer for your time 
away?
	need2sub:  Yes, Sir, i did.
	Edge:  Excellent.
	need2sub:  i think that we'll have to use mostly email though.  i'll be 
able to send stuff off late at night, but since i'll only have a phone line, 
i won't be able to chat.  The folks only have one line and i think they'd be 
annoyed if i tied it up for a long time.
	Edge:  I can understand that.  Email will be fine.  But while you're away, 
I have a little assignment for you.
	need2sub:  Yes Sir?
	Edge:  I know that you told me a fantasy about being assfucked before, but 
I'd like you to write me another one and send that along.  It doesn't have 
to be real long, but it has to be something that you'd actually do IRL.
	need2sub:  i can do that, Sir.
	Edge:  Excellent.  I also want you to masturbate once per day - the same 
time every day while thinking about serving me.  And, of course, you may not 
cum.
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.  That's going to be difficult to do the same time every 
day.
	Edge:  I see.  If you can't do it, I'll be happy to think of something else 
- perhaps something a little more creative?
	need2sub:  No Sir!  Thank You Sir!  i'm sure i'll find a way <grinning>
	Edge:  Thank you.  I'm sure it'll add a little spice to your story - which, 
BTW, I'd like by Friday.
	need2sub:  That's doable.  i'll try to make the story enjoyable for You 
Sir.
	Edge:  If it's anything like the other fantasy you wrote, I don't think 
that will be a problem.
	need2sub:  KC is out of the shower now Sir.  May i take my turn?

	Brad grinned.

	Edge:  Sure.  Just remember that, out of courtesy to KC, you should make 
sure your chair is *properly* cleaned before your shower.
	need2sub:  <ulp!>  Umm, Yes Sir.  i'm sure i'll figure out a way to do that 
Sir.

	They signed off and Brad had a big smile on his face.

End Part 12





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