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Subject: {ASSM} A Girl pt6 (MMF, nc, D/s, )
Date: Tue, 22 Apr 2003 01:10:04 -0400
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction based on true events.
If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age
of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for
commercial purposes without the consent of the author.

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(Chapter 6, Master 2)

Kneeling in the snow that thinly covers the ground tears flowing
freely from my eyes as I sob uncontrollably in fear. I don't care who
sees or what they think, I am a man, a Dominant at that. This however
does not mean I don't feel, if anything it means I feel more. High as
my standards are with my girl they are an order of magnitude higher
when applied to myself, and I punish myself when I fail. My brain
turns into gear paranoia rising up in me I know this is not what I
need never the less its what comes to me. Thoughts of my beautiful
girl lying raped and murdered in an alley plague me. 

"This my friend is what happens when you don't listen to yourself!" I
murmur more to myself than to others.

For ten minutes or more I kneel in the snow and worry, worry about my
girl, will I ever see her radiant smile again. Wallowing in sorrow and
self-pity won't help me in the least. My friend standing there calling
my name gripping my shoulder harder. I look up at him the irony of the
view doesn't escape me. My resolve firms and I stand looking about I
can clearly see the tracks in the snow but my friend is right, no
blood. Following the tracks they head down a alleyway. I keep
expecting to see a limp body in a dark corner but the tracks lead
straight down the middle of the alley coming to the end they turn and
look to be heading toward home. Following along the tracks cross into
a section of sidewalk that looks to be heavily used since the snow
fell and we loose the tracks. Standing there looking at the last
footprint in the snow anger welling up in me I look to my friend and
ask "what now?"

He shakes his head, "I'm not sure buddy, I'm not sure. But I will tell
you we will find her"

A sad smile appears on my face his confidence is touching, I only wish
I felt it too. Turning toward home I motion to my friend. "Well if we
are going to help her we will need to be fresh I know I won't sleep
but I need time to rest and think." 
I narrowly miss saying that I will dwell I know that's what I will end
up doing for most of the time but I might get some thoughts in there
that will help. 

Arriving home we sit in the lounge neither saying anything, nothing
needs be said. We both know what has happened and we both know what
needs to be worked out talking wont help.
Sitting there for a few hours I can think of little except the face of
my girl, smiling up at me while kneeling at my feet , the small o her
lips make when cumming on her back, the grimace of pain and pleasure
as the cane lands on her tender ass. These images haunt me the
realisation that I will never see her again sinking in. I'm so scared
for 5 years I have lived with my girl. Dimly I remember the pain of
being alone the struggle in the search for the right girl, the aborted
attempts with submissive women that didn't work out. Haunted by my
failure I hear he phone it rings 4 times before I reach for it
answering with a grunt. the voice on the end of the phone is familiar,
he works for me in the adult shop I own. Shaking my head I listen to
what he has to say. "Yes you can come over infact, I think I need your
help today!" hanging up the phone I look address the room at nothing. 

Thirty minutes later I open the door to see my night manager standing
there a sheepish look in his eyes. Taking one look at me he blurts out
" I didn't close the shop for long it was only 30 minutes and I had to
follow him!" 

I look at the poor boy like he's insane, what the fuck is he talking
about. I make a mental note don't hire submissive's for a position of
authority. I force my mind calm. "ok, come inside ill close the door
and tell me what are you on about?"

Sitting there he tells me the story, it turns out that he closed the
shop up last night for thirty minutes or so after a strange man came
in. he has my attention now as he tells me of the mans manner and
purchase. The man apparently confessed it was his first time in an
adult shop, he wanted to restrain a girl and only bought one pair of
locking ankle cuffs, ten feet of chain and two locks. Ok well that's
odd but not a crime but it seams the man was anxious to leave he paid
with a hundred and left without change. My employee decided it was
really strange that he didn't want close to eighty bucks in change and
with all the rest of the weirdness decided to follow him. He had no
real reason for it and if he got that nosy on another night I would
fire his ass on the spot. Tonight however is different and this young
man might have solved a major problem for us. 

He looks about, seeing me obviously having not slept then spots my
friend, he continues to look about. He has been here before he knows
about my life, he looks back at me a question in his eyes opening. his
mouth to speak I shake my head and say 
"I don't know where she is she was dragged away from her lamppost this
sometime last night, and you my friend might have the answer. So where
did he go I assume you followed him right the way home?"

he nods and points across the road I turn and look he is pointing at
the old house across the road it has been empty for a while but a
young guy has moved in recently. I look at my young employee and ask
"the house across the street?" 

He nods. Turning I leave the house and cross the street not sure what
I'm going to do but I'm going to find out. Is it possible that she's
here. Looking up I see a window boarded up, ok well boarded windows
are hardly a crime. He stops to listen and can hear a noise, listening
carefully it sounds like someone crying turning he continues to the
back door. Stepping up to the back door he is about to knock when a
noise rings out I duck back behind the door reflexively the sound one
with witch I'm intimately familiar. The gunshot was not from a large
bore gun, hearing the thud of a body hitting the floor my fear is
intensified. Reaching carefully for the door I find it unlocked, the
door swings inward and the sight of a body on the floor greets me. My
heart leaps to my mouth, the body has a hole in its head and is
slumped off the chair it was sitting on twisted so I cant see the
face. Looking farther I see it's a man the gun slipped from his
lifeless hand lies on the floor. On the table re remains of a largely
uneaten breakfast and a pair of keys. There is a door in the far wall
that would lead to the room with a boarded window and I head for it.
Opening the door quietly I see a welcome sight, my baby lies naked on
the bed her legs spread her eyes closed and crying. 

Turning I get the keys from the kitchen table and return to my baby.
Looking at her she looks unharmed I can see his sperm dried on the
lips of her pussy I go to her side and reach down gently placing a
hand on her shoulder and shake her a little. She ignores the shake
screwing her eyes tighter she is afraid and I can understand why. 

"Baby girl, its ok it's all over. I'm sorry I let you down baby can
you ever forgive me" I tell her. 

Her frown changes and her eyes open seeing me she looks for a second
and wraps her arms about me clinging tight. Carefully I unlock the
cuff and lift her my friend places a blanket about her shoulders and
we leave. 

Walking in the door my friend and employee both smile at me not saying
a word and leave. 
I lay her out in our bed and disentangle her arms from me. Moving to
the ensuite I start the shower. When the shower is warm stripping off
my clothing I walk out into the bedroom and pick up my girl to return
to the shower. Placing her within the confines of the shower I step in
behind her and gently wash her while whispering in her ear "Sara baby
I'm sorry that happened, I should have been there quicker" 

I haven't used her name in about 3 years and the fact isn't lost on
her. Looking into my eyes she smiles lay's her head on my shoulders
and says 

"I love you." Reaching down she takes my hand and places it in her
pussy "I need you to make love to me, and tomorrow; be my lord and
master again."

She leans back and kisses me soundly on the lips the first time in 4
years that she has done this and its nice the price for it was far to
high and the future cloudy. Our relationship will change of that I am
sure but how. For now I carry my lady to the bed to be loved.  


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ok feedback welcome if you understand two things 
1) i cant spell and i make no appologies for that tho i have tryed to
sort it out 

2) i am trying somethin in a bit of a new style of writing for me ..
i havent posted here before but i have been writing this stuff for
more than a week or two 

mail me at joshua.pritchard@xtra.co.nz.NOSPAM oh and as per usual
remove the ".NOSPAM"

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