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Subject: {ASSM} Learning her: Interlude (follows part 3)
Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 22:10:02 -0500
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Learning her: Interlude.
(C) E. Howe 2002
All rights reserved
The storyteller lifted her teacup, and grimaced at the tepid liquid.
She placed the cup and saucer on the table beside her. A maid stepped
forward and removed it, and immediately replaced it with a steaming
cup.
Her audience collectively leaned forward as she finished her taste of
the fresh tea. She paused a moment, gathering her thoughts.
"Not all of you will understand. Some of you simply cannot fathom the
need to give up control, to be controlled, to not have any worries but
pleasing the one above you. No, for those, the need to be in control,
to command the world around them far outweighs the need to let go, to
submit, to be directed.
"A pity, because those who will never bend the knee will not know the
bliss of a gentle touch, or a murmur of approval. To find themselves
adrift, buoyed by their own arousal. To be given speed and direction
with a well placed blow. To hurl towards that little death, that
final culmination, that internal nova.
Her audience sighs, and the woman smiles. "Perhaps my tale will give
you a glimpse, if you have never felt the urge before. Perhaps not.
But let me continue with my story, and let the listener take what they
will from it.
Beside her, the maid laid another log on the fire. In the gathering
dusk, the sound of wood snapping as the flames licked at it seemed
loud.
Lamps were lit, and the room took on a warm glow. Finally, the maid
closed the curtains, and the storyteller continued.
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