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Subject: {ASSM} "The Box" {by Holly} (Mdom/F, rom, lt.bond, spank, oral)
Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 23:10:02 -0400
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The Box (Mdom/F, rom, lt.bond, spank, oral)


The box arrived on a Tuesday morning.   It was wrapped in inconspicuous
brown paper, and her address was printed with black marker in a
grade-schooler-ish handwriting.   Had she not recognized the return address,
she might have been quick to assume that this was a prank, or perhaps a
dangerous delivery - after all, these were troubled times, were they not?! -
but she DID recognize this particular delivery.  It was from her lover.  Her
Master.  Her Dom.  Just a couple of nights ago, he had foretold of this
package's arrival, so she blushed hotly as she spirited it into her house.

Upon removing the outer paper, a note fell into her lap.  She smiled when
she saw her name written in his own manly handwriting on the parchment
paper, the contents of the letter sealed from her gaze with sealing wax.
'Not many men in this day and age even know what sealing wax IS,' she
thought, 'let alone know how to use it!'  She was constantly amazed at his
worldliness, even though he boasted of being from a small town.  She knew
his refinement came from his job as a well-travelled oil executive which
took him, literally, all over the world.  Where his knowledge of how to take
control of her mind, her body, her spirit came from, she wasn't sure - but
she knew she couldn't live without it!  With each play session, it was as if
he stepped more and more into her skin.  At first, his absences were just a
part of the foreplay ... they were still very connected even while he was
away, and that was satisfying to her .... but this latest separation had
shown her exactly how much his physical presence was beginning to mean to
her.  The arrival of this box signaled the end of that separation, and so,
trembling, she broke the seal and read:

"My dearest, beautiful Slave,

All month as I have been travelling the world, you have serviced me well
over the telephone and over the computer.  Now is the time that your service
shall be rewarded:  I have been collecting these lovely toys as a chronicle
of my trip as well as for our use together the next time my eyes look upon
you.  Open the box.  Inside you will find a lovely leather collar for that
gorgeous neck of yours, aged leather wrist and ankle cuffs w/ restraints,
and a handmade leather paddle  all of which were made in Italy; black silk
undergarments (I hope I remembered your size) from my trip into Thailand; a
lovely emu featherduster and a soft llama wool mitt from my dip into
Australia;  the finest massage oil and herbal tea that will enhance our
mood - blended especially for us by a talented Chinese herbalist; a handmade
translucent gold silk robe sewn especially for you in India, as well as some
lovely candles and soft music from different areas that I have visited.  I
expect you to have the "toys" placed near our bed ~ as I use each of them on
you, I will tell you how I acquired them  Light the candles and have the
music playing softly in anticipation of my return.  I will be at your door
in three days.  I want you waiting for me in the robe and undergarments
ONLY.  Dab some of that wonderful perfume on your temples, behind your ears,
on your breasts, behind your knees.  You are not to cum for these three
days, but I will be checking in nightly so that you may service me with some
of your lovely hot, wanton voice.  You may NOT touch yourself during our
phone play, my love, because if you do, I know you will cum and I want you
on the edge of insanity by the time I get there.  I WILL check you
thoroughly to make sure you have prepared as I have instructed ~ for it is I
who wants the pleasure of pushing you into the abyss.

~~Sir~~"

She took the note and held it to her nose, breathing deeply.  His scent
still lingered: sandalwood, musk, a hint of citrus.  Her nipples hardened as
if something animalistic deep within her was awakened by merely coming in
contact with his scent.  She felt herself get wet, and it was all she could
do to keep her hand from straying between her legs.  Her eyes went back to
the note:  ".....for it is I who wants the pleasure of pushing you into the
abyss .." and she groaned as her hand fell silently onto the cushion.  If
she touched herself, he would know.

The smell of leather began to permeate the room .... mingled with jasmine,
lavender, and other exotic fragrances.  She placed the box on the floor at
her feet and reached in.  The cool softness of the silk garments met her
fingertips first ... she pulled each of them slowly from the box and blushed
as she thought of their silkiness against her bare skin, knowing that they
left very little for the imagination.  She realized that in wearing them,
she would have to overcome her own body image issues, and she hoped that she
could comply .... and hoped even more that he wouldn't be disappointed in
what he saw.  Reaching back inside, she ran her hand against the leather
cuffs and they spoke to her of him:  strong, soft, cool to begin with but
warming with contact, gently binding ... the metaphors kept pouring through
her head like water from a broke urn.   She gently lifted the bindings from
the box, the buckles clinking together in a melodious rhapsody.  The four
leather cuffs were trimmed in some sort of very soft fur linings, and the
leather collar was hand woven into the most intricate pattern, the tiny
brass buckles and the small ring where a leash would snap onto it was the
only indication that it was a collar and not a piece of jewelry.   She laid
these pieces across her lap, and reached back into the box and slowly lifted
the leather paddle into her right hand.  Swinging it gently, she brought it
against her left had with a resounding "SLAP" .... her whole being tingled
at the thought of how that would feel against her bare ass.  Quickly, she
sat it aside and reach in once again to lift another treasure from its
confines.

This time a different smell hit her nose.  Green tea, herbs .....
distinctive yet indistiguishable at the same time.  She realized this must
be the tea that he spoke of that was blended to "enhance our moods".   A
small tag written in Chinese was attached.  'Must be the instructions' she
thought as a faint smile passed across her lips and she quickly sat the
container on the coffee table.  She'd take that to the kitchen shortly.   A
beautiful hand-blown flask that held a jasmine scented oil was retrieved
from the box, then another which held a lavender oil.  She found the tapes
..... music from India, Japan, Ireland ..... 'my God,' she thought, 'where
all has he been?!'    The ring of the telephone jolted her back from her
reverie.

Sitting the flasks on the table she ran to pick up the phone.  She made it
by the third ring, his voice greeted her, "I wondered if you were there."
She blushed hotly, "Yes, I am here.  I got the box ......"  "M-hmmmm" he
said, "I knew you would.  Today is day one.  Remember what I told you in the
letter ..... no touching.   Now, what do you think of my choices?"  She
sighed audibly and spoke almost in a whisper, as if afraid the neighbors
might hear her, "What made you think of all this?  It's so .... so ...... uh
..... so NAUGHTY" "Precisely, my dear Slave," he said quietly, "wait until
you hear their stories!  Wait until I use them on you .... oh the music your
voice and body will make!"  Her knees threatened to buckle under her,
"ooohhhhhhhhhhh....." she whispered into the phone, "please, sir.... just
hearing your voice ..... I need t-t-t-ooo..." He boomed, "DON'T YOU TOUCH
YOURSELF! Just listen to me .... listen to me breath .... listen to me touch
my cockkkkkmmmm ...... ohhhhhhhh.... I'm thinking of your hand, my dearest
..... so warm ....... talk to me ..."  She collected her thoughts, clearing
her throat and, in her best phone sex voice, said, "oooohhhh, yessss .....
your cock is so hard in my hand ....... I want to taste you ... feel my lips
glide over the head ...... " She heard his breath quickening .... his hand
began to make the slapping noise that indicated she was on the right track.
"Baby ....  you taste so good to me ...... feel my mouth running up and down
the length of you ..... taking your balls one at a time into my hot mouth
.... " He groaned at the thought, and she knew by the tone in his voice that
he had already worked himself up somewhat before calling her.  It only took
a few minutes of her hot talk before she heard his voice begin to get
huskier, his breathing more raspy.  She knew then he was close.  "I want you
to cum for me, Sir ..... cum all over  your Slave .... annoint me with your
jui...." His strangled cry cut her off.  He loved it when she would submit
to being covered in his offering .... to gratefully kneel before him
streaked with his cum..  "OOOOOHHHHH GODDDDDD!" he shouted.  His breathing
grated in his lungs.  He needed that release ... and he knew hearing him cum
that hard would make her crazy with desire.  He was right.   "Are you okay,
sir?"  she innocently asked, her voice dripping with lust, knowing full well
that he was more than okay.   "Oh, yesssss ... I'm wonderful.  And I'm late.
I have to go.  I will call you tomorrow." And just like that, he was gone.
The abruptness of his departure was not all that unusual, but on this
occasion, it left her with a dull emptiness inside her.  She didn't know yet
what to make of that feeling.  Silently, she dressed for a regular day at
the office, but her mind would rarely be on work.

The next three days were a whirl of activities, all carefully planned by her
to keep her mind occupied on things other than what pulsed within her loins.
The dull ache that began with his abrupt phone call was quickly escalating
into a full-scale bonfire within her .... with each phone call his voice
fanned the flames higher and higher.   "Oh how I cannot wait to hear your
groan with each swat of the paddle ..." he would whisper.  "I cannot wait to
feel your delicately strong hands rubbing that oil onto me .... slipping and
sliding ....."   The dampness of her panties was indication as to how he was
able to get into her head and bring her to the brink.  Teasing.  Cajolling
her to touch herself without saying the actual words.  Yet, at the end of
each call, he suddenly turned off the charm and just WENT ... as if he had
something to say that caught in his throat.   This kept her slightly
off-balance.  She didn't know exactly what to expect when Friday rolled
around and he would be standing at her door.  The mystery of it all scared
her a little:  she was very much one to like things laid out neatly,
predictably.   But their relationship had been anything but predictable.

At the end of the day on Friday, she raced down to the parking garage,
slamming her car into gear and leaving a skid mark several feet long.  She
zipped in and out of waiting traffic, impatiently navigating through the
snarl to get home and get things ready before he arrived.  She knew his
bidding:  she was to have everything in the bedroom (except the tea ... he
would tend to that), was to be showered and dressed in the lingerie that
he'd sent, with the collar about her neck.  She was to meet him at the door
when he arrived.  Her heart was racing faster than her car ... it had been a
long time since she felt his strong arms around her, and there was something
she wanted to say to him.  Something she had been holding back up until now.
Finally, after an eternity on the highway, she pulled into her drive and
jettisoned her body out of the driver's seat in a dead run for the front
door.   Because he hadn't bothered to give her an arrival time, she was
almost in a panicked state to get things in order before he got there.

Once inside, she took note of whether everything he had sent was in its
proper place.  She then went to the stereo and put in one of the tapes he'd
sent ... she wasn't sure where the music was from, but it seemed to have an
almost instantaneously calming effect on her.  Slowly, she undressed and
stepped into the shower, turning the warm water on herself.   As she
absentmindedly soaped her body, she found her mind drifting back to their
conversations .... going over and over in her mind what he had said, how he
had said it, and what it all could mean.  A loud rap at the bathroom door
startled her.  "Are you in there?"  It was HIS voice!  He was EARLY!  She
quickly rinsed off the soap and wrapped towels around her body and her hair,
then stepped out to open the bathroom door.   He filled the doorway with his
frame, his hands on his hips, eyes turned into a bemused scowl.  "YOU,
slave, are NOT prepared in the way I told you to present yourself to me, are
you?!?"  She looked at his shoes, when everything in her wanted to look into
his eyes.  "No, sir, I am not" she said, in an almost frightened whisper.
"Then you shall be punished, but first ... " and he swept her into his arms
and pulled her close, pushing the towels from her body and letting her wet
hair fall free.   His right arm cradled her against him, his left hand went
into her damp hair, pulling her face close to his, her mouth to his mouth.
"God, I've missed you..." he murmured against her mouth as he possessed it
with his own .... his tongue immediately invading.  She gripped his biceps
with her hands, squeezing them  and pulling him closer ... wanting to sink
completely into his flesh and become a part of him.  The kiss held none of
the hesitation that his phone calls had held.  This kiss was full of desire
and ... dare she feel it? ... love.

The kiss was broken and she planted her face into his chest and breathed
deeply.  His scent filled her nose, her head, her very soul.   His hands
came up to cradle her face, and he tipped it up so that she was looking into
his eyes.  "Please finish what you started, and come to the bedroom when you
are ready ...."  "Yessir," she replied and he released her, turning toward
the kitchen.  She closed the bathroom door and leaned against it heavily,
the after effects of the kiss suddenly turning her legs into molten lava.
She took a deep breath to compose herself, and stood to finish her
preparation.

He smiled when he heard the hairdryer click on.  He had paid enough
attention to her over the course of this relationship to know about how much
time he had before she emerged from that bathroom and he would once again be
driven to distraction by her innocent charm and beauty.  He had come into
the kitchen to prepare the tea that Mr. Huang had blended for them.   Two
small china cups, brought inside his overnight bag, would hold the special
elixir ... a little honey .... warm water .... ahhhh.  Perfect.  He placed
the cups on the bedtray and carried it quickly into the bedroom.  His back
to the door, he began to get undressed and as he reached to pull his pants
over his feet  .... "ahemmmm -hhhmmmmmm...."  He snapped upright, standing
in his boxers, dress socks and one shoe, but didn't turn to face her.  She
giggled softly, "May I watch, sir?"  His body softened, and  he bent over to
continue taking off the other shoe, bracing himself on her bedpost, as she
quietly eased up behind him and ran her hand over his silk-clad ass.
"Mmmmmmm" she murmured, feeling the muscles in his ass and thighs ripple
under her hand.  Now minus his shoes and socks, he rose and stepped away
from her admiring touch, turning to face her for the first time since she'd
entered the room.  A smile passed across her face when she saw the tented
front of his boxers, but an even bigger smile arose when she heard the
breath leave him as he looked at her clad in the silk and lace and collar.

"I knew it" he finally breathed.  He walked over and fingered the front of
the robe, which hung open to reveal the barely-there lace bra and panties.
"You like?" she asked, suddenly aware of herself and feeling
rather.....exposed and self-conscious.  "Oh, yessssss ... I like.  I like a
lot!" his breathing became a bit ragged, and the tent in his silk boxers
began to reveal a dark wet spot.  "I knew when I saw these that you'd look
fantastic in them.  I want to surround you with beautiful things that make
you feel as sexy as I think you are..... but first .... drink this ..." he
held the small china cup up to her lips, the bittersweet liquid warmed her
as she sipped.  "I met an herbalist in China," he continued," and he said
that this tea would help us be better lovers..... " He looked at her, and
saw a storm of emotions rolling in.  He realized what his words sounded like
so he quickly added, "not that what we've done up to this point hasn't been
wonderful ... oh, it has!  But if this will push us further, I'd like to
explore that with you .... "  He sipped his tea ... and continued, "the
tingle that you are feeling now, that's what I feel every time I think of
you."  She felt the flush of the herbs, and she reached for his arm, afraid
that she was about to fall.  He caught her with his other arm, and brushed
the robe off of her shoulder, kissing the bare flesh hungrily.  She hung
limply in his grasp, and he brushed the robe off of the other shoulder,
exposing the rest of her to his gaze.  He lowered his head into the hollow
of her neck, breathing of her: the smell of soap, and shampoo, and tea ....
a heady mingling that was driving his desire higher.

Weakly, she pushed at his shoulders, "I need to talk to y...." but he cut
off her request by clamping his warm mouth to hers, pulling her into a deep,
passionate kiss.  He slid his mouth from hers, down to her throat, and again
she spoke: "please, sir .... may I speak".  This time he heard her, and
pivoted on his heels to sit her on the side of the bed.  He stood, with her
hand still in his.  "Yes, please do," he said, almost afraid of what he
might hear.  She looked at the floor, for if she looked into his face, she
feared she wouldn't be able to continue.  "All this week, you have been a
little more abrupt, a little less open and warm ..... I was wondering ...
have I done something wrong?"  Relief rolled over him like a comforting
blanket.  "No!  You have done nothing wrong.  I have just been doing a lot
of thinking ... and, well, as I tell you about these gifts I sent to you, I
think you will begin to understand.  So far, I want to wrap you in finery so
that you will feel as beautiful as you are to me, and I have given you a
glimpse into how you make me tingle inside just thinking of you ..... next
.... we will talk about this oil ....."

He gestured to the bedside table.  On it sat a small ceramic ramekin filled
with warm water, the jasmine oil flask sat inside it.  The flickering light
of the candles in the room danced against the multicolored handblown glass,
throwing a carnival shower of light on the wall nearby.  "Mr. Huang, the
herbalist, blended these oils for us.  The lavender oil is for days when one
or both of us is having trouble sleeping.  He told me that there are special
extracts, as well as the lavender, that will help to relax our bodies and
minds as it is massaged into our skin.  The jasmine oil has extracts in it
that will heighten our skin's sensitivity to touch.  He said this will push
our bodies further into the sexual moments that you and I share." He noticed
that her breathing became a little more rapid as she imagined all of her
senses being heightened into the moment.  The tea was already working well
... now she was imagining how the massage oil's properties would push even
more of her sensuous buttons.  He smiled a faint smile when he saw her
nipple visibly harden within the confines of the brassiere, so he continued,
"You have submitted to me well over the past month, and although I owe you
some discipline for not presenting yourself to me properly tonight, I want
to finish with the stories of the gifts first .... "  He turned and began to
move from bedpost to bedpost around the bed, flipping the cuffs onto the
mattress from where he had secured them and left them dangling.  She watched
him in the soft glow of the candlelight, his abs rippling and the strength
in his arms making her insides warm.  She felt herself flush and suddenly
was aware of the wetness in the crotch of the panties.  Oh, how she wanted
him!

"Stand, slave" he commanded in a soft voice.  She readily complied, and he
moved to where she stood, standing in front of her but not touching her.
She was clad now only in the bra and panties, the golden robe a heap on the
floor.  Her nipples stood at attention, her  skin flushed from the effects
of the herbal tea.  She still wore the collar around her neck, it's gold
fittings glinting in the light.  Without his touch or his voice, she became
increasingly uneasy standing there, his eyes on her, burning into her very
flesh.  She began in curl up, to raise her arms to cover herself, and just
as she moved, he reached out and touched her.  "Don't." he said, and her
arms relaxed.  "It's okay.  Just let me look at you ..." and he moved to
her, reaching behind and unclasping the bra, pushing it from her shoulders
and allowing her heavy breasts to spring free of their confines.   She
watched his face, looking for signs of disapproval, but she found none.  She
heard him sigh audibly, and saw once again the front of his boxers began to
rise.  He knelt in front of her, grabbing the top of the panties and pulling
them from her ample frame, then taking each of her calves into his hands
one-at-a-time, he helped her step free of them.  He remained on his knees,
and leaned forward, kissing her tummy.  She wished he could see what was
going on inside her .... how she wanted to step away ... to dive under the
covers ... to hide.  She wished he understood that standing there was almost
her ultimate act of submission:  to allow him to see her naked and so
vulnerable.  One cruel word at this moment could devastate her, this she
knew for she had experienced it.  But those words never came.  All that was
in this room was acceptance.

He stood and gently kissed her.  Then looking into her eyes said, "The
collar worn around your neck, that lovely neck of yours, is a symbol of your
choice to submit to me, to allow me to be your Dom.  It is delicate and
strong, like our bond is, and like you are.  Every time you put that collar
around your neck, you will be making a choice to submit your body and soul
to me.  I know this, and I respect it.  I know you've been in bad places
before, and true submission is something you crave, but have been afraid of.
I will always try to be worthy of your trust, both in our sexual play and in
the real world.  I will take care of you, and I will allow  you the freedom
to be as open with me as you choose.  And I can promise you, you will have
the power to stop whatever is happening if you are not finding pleasure in
it, and the power to ask for more if you so desire." With a devilish grin he
added, "It will be MY choice whether I GIVE you more or make you wait!"  She
blushed and smiled, almost overwhelmed with the thought that went into the
simple adornment.  He turned her to face the bed, "Now, since you have the
collar on, Slave, you will submit to me.  Get on the bed, face up,
spreadeagle ... and look only at the ceiling."

Her insides trembled as she did as he told her.  She lay in the middle of
the bed, feeling his warm hands touch first her right wrist ... the softness
of the cuff curling around her wrist and being cinched down tightly, but not
so tightly that they were uncomfortable.  Then the right ankle, his hands
briefly wandering up her calf and inner thigh just high enough to make her
squirm before moving to the next leg.  Finally her left wrist was bound, and
she felt his weight on the end of the bed.  "These bindings represent our
commitment to this relationship.  They are soft on the inside, strong on the
outside.  While at times they might feel confining, they give us freedom to
explore ...." and with that he took the feather duster and ran it up the
inside of her right thigh.  Her breath caught in her throat.  ".... new ways
of pleasuring each other.  They are not exclusive to you or me ... we are
equally bound together.  However, I will gain more pleasure in seeing you
somewhat helpless in this bed, and you will certainly gain pleasure in being
so!"  With that, he leaned forward, allowing his breath to warm her clit and
pussy so slightly.  She groaned in protest, but did not look down to see
what he had in store for her next.  "Master?" she said, finally finding her
voice, "may I look at you? May I watch what you are about to do to me?"  He
took a minute to respond, pondering his choices.  "No, you may not.  You lie
there and anticipate what may be happening next.  Listen to the music, to
the sounds in the room.  Listen to your breathing.  Listen to what your body
tells you."

She felt his weight leave the bed, and saw his shadow pass in the flickering
light.  She heard the clink of glass, and the next sensation was of his
hands, warmed by the oil, sliding sensuously up her legs to her tummy.   His
hands roved her body, slickened by the oil so the movement was firm, yet
yielding.  She felt her muscles relax under his touch, felt her skin begin
to tingle and feel warm.  He sat back and blew softly on her skin and it
became alive like she'd never experienced before.  "AHHHHhhhhhhhhh ....."
she gasped, as he chuckled.  "I guess Mr. Huang was right about this stuff
..... let's try ...." and his voice dropped off.  She strained to hear what
was coming next.  He took the feather duster into his hand and ran it
lightly over her left breast.  Her nipple hardened immediately to the
stimulation, and he couldn't resist bending to gently bite at the tip of it.
"Oh, my god ...." she moaned, for at the same time, he ran the tips of his
fingers lightly up her inner thigh.  Such delicious torture .... he could
see that her pussy lips were beginning to swell, her clit throbbed in
anticipation of being touched.  He had no intention of going there yet,
however ... he wanted to push her into oblivion.  The duster was next run
across her pelvis, just above her pussy, tickling the hair there and making
her arch with frustration.  "Please, sir ..... I beg of you.  I've waited so
long ..." her piteous pleas were music to his ears.  But he did not want to
give her relief.  Not yet.

He found the llama skin mitt and put it on, then leaned over her body, over
her face, so that she could see him.  "How do you feel, Slave?"  Small beads
of sweat were forming on her brow, but she was smiling, "My arms ache a
little, but other than that, I'm dying to make love with you!"  He took the
mitt and ran it down her left arm, down to her left breast, where he gently
rubbed the nipple with the soft fur.  He leaned to kiss her ... a soft,
lingering kiss which she tried her best to make deeper and more passionate.
Not  an easy thing to do with your hands and legs bound, so he was able to
pull back, leaving her panting.  "You want more?" he asked, knowing full
well what her answer would be, "Hmmmmmm?"  he ran the mitt up her left inner
thigh, stopping just short of the epicenter of her desire.  She was
whimpering now, "please ... please ... just touch me.  Make me cum ....."
He got up off the bed abruptly and stripped off his boxers then reached to
unclasp her wrists, lifting her up unto a sitting position and massaging her
shoulders gently.  He stood and went to the foot of the bed, unclasping her
ankles, and when he was sure she got her bearings sufficiently, he pulled
her to stand.  He knew he had her body humming with adrenaline, and now it
was time to refocus her energies so that he could push them again in a few
moments.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "KNEEL!"  pointing between his
knees.   She knew what he wanted, and she knew how to give it to him.
"Yessir" she said as she knelt at his feet, "how may I serve you?"  He took
her head into his hands and guided it to his cock and said, "Suck me."  She
took his cock gently into her hands and kissed the inside of his thighs
softly.  Using her tongue, she wetly licked a path up his thighs, then blew
a soft breeze onto the wetness, watching the goosebumps rise on his legs and
listening to him suck in his breath.  She used her teeth carefully to nip at
his flesh, alternating between nips and sucks, until she reached his cock.
It was so warm and hard, and she loved the feel of it in her mouth.  How it
pulsed with every beat of his heart.  He groaned and guided her head as it
rose and fell in his lap.  He looked down over her beautiful back and
shoulders, running his finger over the tattoo on her right one, trying to
distract himself from cumming too soon.  Her mouth was amazing ... just the
right pressure, moisture, warmth ... and that tea was definitely giving him
a deeper pleasure.  Suddenly, the moment was upon him, without warning, and
he croaked, "GODDDDD... baby ...... I ... I...I'm CCUUUUMMMINNGGGGG .... "
arching up against her hand as she pulled her mouth away and stroked his
exploding cock, allowing his cum to spray over her face and hair.  As he
finished,  she gently licked the glans, tasting him.   She had missed that
so much!

She looked up at him and instead of seeing relief on his face, she saw
annoyance.  "I hadn't intended for you to make me cum, Slave," he said, "so
you must now be punished.  Hand me the paddle."  Rising from the floor, she
walked to where the paddle was lying.  Her hand trembled as she retrieved
it, and returning to her submissive position at his feet, she handed it up
to him.  "Let me tell you first about this paddle, Slave.  This paddle
represents the pain in our lives.  Stand, please."  She stood and he
continued, pulling her over his lap, "While we both will experience pain .."
SMACK!  The paddle came in contact with her bare ass, and she cried out.  He
rubbed the red mark, continuing "..... I will be there to soothe the hurt
..." SMACK!  Another swat, another cry, another gentle rub. "And while I
will administer discipline ... " SMACK! (rub) "..... it will be done so
lovingly .." SMACK (rub) (whimper) "...... and I would never knowingly hurt
you ..." SMACK! (rub) "..... or humiliate you ..." SMACK! SMACK!  (rub)
".....unless it would turn you on!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  He dropped the
paddle and admired his handiwork.  "MY!  Your ass is a beautiful red, and
the motion of your body against me has me hard again ...." He slid his
fingers between her legs, feeling her wetness soaking his hand.  "I see that
my little discipline method has ....... inflamed you, Slave ..... "  He
slipped a finger inside her, feeling the rapid pulse of her heart and the
slick heat of her interior.   He lifted her off his knees and guided her to
lie back on the bed, her legs hanging over the side.  He pushed her knees
wide open, and he dove into her, finally drinking the nectar he so longed
for.

Feeling his mouth finally come in contact with her pussy, she literally
screamed his name and gripped his hair in her hands.  He slipped his hands
under her, grabbing her red, sore ass, and squeezed ... the pain mixed with
the pleasure she was feeling to drive her over the edge.  Orgasm after
orgasm swept over her, coming so rapidly that she was sure her heart would
explode in her chest.  He rose from between her legs, his face glistening
with her juices, and pulled her to the floor.  He flipped her over so that
her torso rested on the bed, her knees on the floor, and she was presented
for perfect entry, her red ass available for his amusement.  "Should I give
you my cock, Slave?  You have already cum ...." She was practically wailing
when she said, "Oh PLEASE, Master!  I have not cum enough!  I need to feel
you, I need for you to be a part of me!  PLEASE!  PLEASE!!  Do not tease me
further ... I will do whatever you ask ... but PLEASE take me
noooooooowwohhhhhhhhhhh...."  The last word became a gutteral groan as he
pushed his cock into her body.  She gripped him in a wet velvet sheath,  his
cock slicing slowly into her depths.  Her inner walls clung to him as he
leaned over her, whispering hotly, "You didn't touch yourself while I was
away, did you?!  You are so tight ... so warm ....."  He kissed her
shoulders, her back.  He carefully reached and retrieved the paddle.  SMACK!
Her pussy clutched him deliciously when he swatted her ass.  SMACK! She
couldn't help but draw away a bit, and this added to the friction he was
experiencing.  SMACK! SMACK!  He rubbed her sore ass, listening to her moan
and groan beneath him as she orgasmed yet again.  He reached around her,
finding her clit, and began to rub her .... feeling her get wetter and
wetter, tighter and tighter.  He knew he was close, too, so he pulled out of
her.  He wanted to face her when he came this time .... he wanted to make
love to her.

His departure from her body elicited a protesting groan from her.  Did he
want her to beg further?  What else could she give to him?  He whispered,
"Get up in the middle of the bed for me......" She moved, but halfheartedly.
It was feeling so good ... did he have to tie her up to enjoy her?  Her mind
was not in the moment anymore, she was 35 steps ahead and making
assumptions.  He knew her, and knew that she was probably overthinking right
about now.  He had to get her body re-engaged, so as she positioned herself,
he quickly was upon her, pushing her knees aside and pressing himself once
again into her depths.  His roughness startled her ... frightened her ...
and she began to fight against him.  Realizing that she was startled and
scared, he cradled her, holding himself deeply inside her. "SSSHHHhhhh
....." he murmured, "its okay.  Stay with me ... feel me ... " He kissed the
hollow of her neck wetly.  He moved his cock inside her imperceptibly at
first, then with increasingly longer strokes until he felt her skin begin to
flush against him.  She moaned and arched into him again, feeling this
pelvis rock against her clit, pushing her to the edge.  He nibbled at her
breasts, suckling her nipples, and purred against her skin, "Cum for me, my
love.  Squeeze my cock ... "  He felt her rock against him, her legs coming
up around his hips to pull him in further.  He knew she was close so he took
his hand and brushed the hair from her forehead, holding on to the top of
her head and looking deeply into her eyes.  Tears were forming in her eyes
as she arched up against him, her mouth opening to form an "o" but no sound
came.  The muscles in her neck stood out, and he held his cock still,
feeling her pussy walls constrict around him tighter than he'd ever felt
before.  She began a series of thrusts against him, as if trying to pull her
own orgasm through her body, and these ripples and hip rolls pushed him over
the edge.  Softly, he groaned into her ear, and let her pull his cum from
him as well, rising to watch  her face contort again as another small rumble
passed through her body.

When it was over and his cock stopped twitching, there was no strength left
in his body.  He collapsed onto her, burying his face in her neck.   "God,
how I love you.... " he whispered and nuzzled closer.  It was then that he
felt the wetness against his cheek.  He slid from her, off of her, and
pulled her body against his, wrapping one arm around her and tipping her
face up so he could look at her.  She was crying.   She looked into his
eyes, "I have never felt like this before.  So bound to someone yet so free
...... "  He smiled at her and said, "I wanted to tell you what you mean to
me for so long.  I just didn't know how, until I began to collect the gifts.
I have been so many places and loved so many people.  But you ... ahhh ...
you are different, and this was my way of showing you just HOW different and
special you are to me.  You, my love, are my soulmate, and together, we will
find love and passion beyond our wildest dreams.  Even if I have to leave
you, I will never leave you.  Nor will you ever leave me.  For we are
here...." he took his finger and gently stroked her clit "... and we are
here ...." he stroked her forehead "... but most of all, we are here," he
touched her on her chest where her heart would be, and continued, "I know
you've had doubts.  I had doubts, too, until this trip.  I've made
arrangements to take less trips, and when I do have to go, I will do
everything in my power to take you with me.  You are my strength, my muse,
my passion, my best friend.  Even in the days when we feel that love and
passion have separated us, I will always find my way back to you"  The tears
were running down her face in a steady stream now.  He wiped them gently,
and she caught him by the wrist, bringing his hand to her lips.  It took her
a moment, but she finally found her words and spoke, "I am yours for as long
as you choose.  I give myself wholly and freely to you, and I will do
whatever will make you happy.  I trust that you will not hurt me and that
you will take care of me.  I will love you and make love to you with
everything I am."  a pause "Oh, and sir?"  he looked into her eyes and saw
amusement "..... my ass hurts.  Would you please kiss it better?"  He
laughed, "Gladly!"  Turning her over he placed his mouth against the redness
of her buttocks and began to kiss her.  Hearing her sighs, he knew this was
going to be a long, passionate night indeed, and he smiled.

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Okay, now before all of you think that I really do think there are men out
here IRL like this .... well .... even if there aren't, we girls can all
have our fantasy, now, can't we?!   And maybe you guys oughta wise up a
little and find the fantasy guy inside you.  He's there ... you just have to
let him out sometimes.  I promise you'll love the results!  ;)

~~h~~

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