Message-ID: <39671asstr$1039230605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <newsmaster@cox.net> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Hammon Wry <Hammonwry@SPAMTRAPyahoo.com> Reply-To: Hammonwry@SPAMTRAPyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <i8g1vug90c2le3p9a9568vfsj4evkmh7ht@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 06 Dec 2002 10:31:29 EST Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id gB6FVvDi007075 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 06 Dec 2002 15:31:29 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Learning her: Prologue (BDSM) Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 22:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/39671> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge Learning her: Prologue (C) E. Howe 2002 All rights reserved "How she came to be kneeling at my feet isn't important. Neither was her name, or, for that matter, what she looked like. Well, perhaps what she looked like. I'll concede that we are a visual lot." The storyteller smiled. Her audience chuckled softly, a sibilant whisper in the warm shadows. She raised the teacup and took a sip. The porcelain clinked softly against the saucer, and she lowered the set to her lap. "However, I will not waste time describing every centimeter of her figure, the particular shades of her coloring, or the placement of each fold of her garments. To be sure, she wore none, other than her Master's collar." She shifted forward, over her lap, and the teacup and saucer. Her eyes twinkled merrily. "Of course it would be gauche in the extreme for me to say whose collar!" She laughed. Her audience reacted to this, shifting in their seats, glancing at one another. The fireplace crackled and popped. She looked about the room, and observed the level of discomfiture rise a little more. "Good friends, she was there at my feet with his express permission, a delightful gift, if you will. I consider myself fortunate to be the recipient of such a generosity. That is a story unto itself, but for another time, perhaps. And another venue. What I am about to tell is what transpired after her arrival at my feet." She sat back, pressing her shoulder blades flush with the leather upholstery of the chair, and her face took on a thoughtful expression. Her features softened, and one would never have guessed at the iron will beneath them. It would become obvious in her story, though. You are welcome to attend. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+