Message-ID: <39674asstr$1039234204@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: <8li1vucilhsdqgn1prccn8bkbhbnf91k3v@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 06 Dec 2002 11:09:08 EST Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id gB6G9aDi027576 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 06 Dec 2002 16:09:08 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Learning her: part 3 X-Original-Subject: {ASSM} Learning her: part 3 (correct) Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 23:10:04 -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/Year2002/39674> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge Learning her, part 3 (C) E. Howe 2002 All rights reserved I grinned at her master, and he looked at me with those eyes of his. I could see the twinkle in them, the humor evident there. I began to wonder just what he was thinking, and why he sat so still. His face was unreadable, as usual. Had I imagined his mirth? The slave made a noise. Just a little noise, but one that broke my interest in the man observing, and renewed my scrutiny of her. His eyes flicked beyond me, and then returned to me. I turned to see her bent still, her hands behind and opening her slit. Where was I? Oh yes. Her slit. She showed every evidence of arousal, the pouting lips, the aroma, the wetness. Truly lovely. But more lovely still and precious to me were her tears. She had begun crying, and that was the source of the sound I'd heard behind me. Tears dripped from her face to the carpet. I felt my face flush, the heat expand from my core, and my breath catch in my through. Tears, tears this early in the game? She must be new, still. She must be still leaning her place, learning her role. Tears, but not a word out of her. That should have warned me, dear friends, but I was too caught up in her tears to notice at the time. I stood in shock, reeling from the sight before me. This lovely woman, anonymous, naked, and vulnerable weeping her heart out on my carpet. Only one thing could make this better. I reached out, grasped her hair again, and raised her face to mine. Immediately, she thrashed, letting go of her sex. She tried to back away, and could not, so she sank to her knees again. With a jerk, she twisted out of my grasp, and tried to back away on all fours. Yes! A fighter, a runner, that is what she is. My heart sang out. I would enjoy the hunt, I'd follow her to ground, and then, oh, then I'd take her hard, and make her pleasure me... I followed her, cornered her by the door. Her back against the wall, she looked left, then right. I gave her room to flee. I wanted to give chase. She bolted. Amazing how quick a human can be on all fours, but let's not mince words. A few quick strides and I was along side her, and slapping her ass, my fingers tucked into her collar to hold her. She strained against that collar so hard, I feared damage to her windpipe. It would not due to damage her Master's property. I released, and she bolted once again. I followed at a leisurely pace this time. She had no where to go. The afternoon sun shown through the trees outside the window, cashing dappled shadows on the curtains. The light was good. I watched her circle, her eyes on me, moving all the while. She whimpered, and the tears still fell from her eyes. How I love the hunt. I love the stalking of the prey, the seduction. I love the heaving flanks, the disheveled hair, the wild look in the eyes. I do not care to hunt animals. I hunt a slave's submission. I've hear tales of hunts that lasted hours, the hunter tracking the stag, running him to ground, and finally, the stag at the end steps into the clear, positions itself for the perfect shot, and then stares the hunter in the eye. "I am here. I surrender. Give me release, and I am yours. " I murmur to my prey, soft words, gentle words, words to seduce, to entice. She stops, and puts her hands to her ears, and weeps. I approach, knowing that she will bolt. I let her. Back and forth across the room, I walk her down, and her furtive movements become less frantic. Finally, she stops. Finally, she sits as at the beginning, kneeling before me. But this time, there is a subtle difference, something about her entire posture says, "I surrender. I am yours". I step up to her, and once more grasp her hair, and pull her forward gently. She follows the arc of my tug, and hips rising, she dips her head to the floor, like the faithful Muslim at prayer. The whole encounter lasted maybe 15 minutes. I turned to her Master. "Did she give you this much of a chase?" His laughter caught me off guard. "No, not at all. Nor, I think the master that had her before me. He glanced at his gold pocket watch. "18 minutes. I think, Helena, she was baffled by your examination of her. Normally, it takes her about 10 minutes. " "10 minutes? For what?" "Helena, forgive me. Old friend, I've found an especially rare slave. She's an empath." I'd heard of those. The often knew the Dom/me better than the Dom/me themselves. I smiled. "You know, if you had wanted to know my particular penchants, you could have asked!" He chuckled again. "And missed this display? Never! Now, will you forgive me?" "I suppose I shall eventually. At a price." He raised his eyebrows. "How much do you ask?" I looked to the slave at my feet, her ass up, head down. "First, what did she find in you? And second, leave her with me for the night. I want to take out my frustrations on her." "Helena, a man's got to have some secrets. Two nights and no telling." "Make it three. I deserve reward for making her last 18 minutes." "Done and done!" He rose to go, and I slipped my arm through his to guide him out. "I think, my friend, that we have made an excellent bargain. I shall have her returned to you in no worse shape. " I kissed him good bye on the cheek, and then returned to the slave. She still was in the same position. "Well, my dear, it seems you will be mine for the next three days. Let's see if you can fathom my other needs?" She looked up at me, and I opened my face to her. She nodded, once only. Still gazing at me, she stood, and walked toward me, her bare feet soundless on the carpet. Silently still, she reached behind me, grasped the fastenings of my hair, and released the dark mass. I could smell the scent of the castille soap I'd used to wash my hair as it tumbled down to my hips. She ran her hands through it, and the slowly, gently grasped it in her hands. She brought my face to hers, and kissed me full on my mouth. She releases my mouth, and drew me downward by my hair to my knees. I heard myself murmur "Yes. Yes." -- 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> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+