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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images : 0014 (FF BDSM Church)
Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 04:10:02 -0400
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Images by GenericJoe <genericjoe.org>

In deference to short pieces, to Suki's images from when I was first
finding my bdsm-self, I am going to work on a series of images, most
of which will have a bdsm theme of some kind or another, all short.
At least three a week (but I'd love to do them daily.)

As they are posted, the images will be archived at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/


0014

(FF BDSM Church)

Amy ran her hand over the smooth marble surface of the Son of God,
and shuddered.  She loved Sundays.  She remembered the first one.

It was the first Sunday after she had started "working" for Mistress.
Roused from bed, she had protested. "But Mistress," she had asked,
confused.  "I thought we weren't Christian."  The first thing Mistress
had done was to rip off her wooden cross and throw it in the parlor
room's roaring fireplace.

"We aren't," Mistress said.  "But no one else knows that.  So we go to
church on Sunday. I know you are still... recovering from the change;
when we are in a church, I need you to remember your knew status.
You have left your old life behind, and entered into a new one.  So I
have present for you, to help you remember."

Reaching up to the mantle place, Mistress pulled out an ornate wooden
box, and lifted the lid.  Moving aside delicate pink silk fabric, she
showed Amy the contents.  It was an elaborately carved marble phallus,
capturing every vein of the male form, from tip to testicles.  It was
also large, only about a hand long, but Amy wasn't sure she could easily
get her hand around it.  She gasped as Mistress lifted it out the box.

Mistress smiled at her and said, "You will wear this for me in church,
so you will know who truly commands you."

"Yes'm," she had said and bowed her head.

"Strip," Mistress commanded, and while the lesson was still new, Amy had
good reason to remember.  Her clothing was quickly removed, and folded
carefully away.  Mistress then slipped the huge marble monstrosity inside
her, filling her completely.  A simple metal chastity belt strapped on
the outside of it.  Mistress locked it, and slipped the key between her
breasts. Amy felt her cunt water around the cool stone.

They walked to church, and the thing slid around inside her: not much,
just enough to make her aware, but the chastity belt kept it firmly
inside.  The stone balls rubbed against her clit when she stood upright,
and "walked like a lady."  Mistress smiled at her as she strutted, tall,
proud, and excited.

Then there was church.  Despite what Mistress had said, Amy had never
been very devout.  But with the marble man inside her, she gave the very
air of passion.  As they knelt for prayer and the Eucharist, the phallus
moved inside her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.  Finally as the
communion wine passed her lips, she stood, and her body shook in passion.

The priest looked at her oddly, and asked her if she was all right.
"Yes, Father," she spoke. "I have never been so moved by the Son of God
before."  Mistress' nails dug into her when he noticed her, and then she
began to shake as she spoke.  Later, once they had left the cathedral,
Mistress began to laugh heartily.

"Oh, my dear, Amy" she had said.  "I do believe you have promise to
maintain your position."  There, evidently, had been many before her.
"Whether I keep you or not, you have earned a reward."

"Can I keep it?" she had asked meekly.

"The phallus? For now, and every Sunday.  In fact, I think you've
christened it."  She paused and Amy felt her Mistress' caress on her
face. "But I had a better gift in mind."

Stroking the marble phallus, Amy smiled in the memory of her Mistress'
gift, and slid the Son inside her.

It was Sunday, again.\nn

(C) GenericJoe, 2003
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/image0014.html

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