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Subject: {ASSM} Learning her: Prologue  (BDSM)
Date: Fri,  6 Dec 2002 22:10:05 -0500
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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.
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