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Subject: {ASSM} Video Girl {Toran} (bdsm, Mdom, cons)
Date: Sun,  3 Aug 2003 21:10:06 -0400
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All comments are welcome.  Please note that this is a work of fiction.  
Practice SSC - no matter what...

Video Girl
by Toran

    They were rope marks, that much I knew.  Right along her wrists, two 
braided indentations - whoever it was that had tied her had been thoughtful 
enough to wrap more than a few coils around her - one coil was too harsh.  It 
bit too much, unless that was what you wanted, the biting and the hurting.  I 
glanced at the little name-tag on the Video Mart polo that they all wore.  
Tory.  Probably short for Victoria.
    
    "Do you have your Video Mart card?"  She barely looked up at me as I pulled 
out my wallet and looked around for the card, but my eyes were not focused on 
what my fingers wanted them to see - it was those rope marks that they kept 
sliding to.  Rope marks on a young and pretty woman
    
    "How did you get those marks, Tory?  Was your Master being mean or do you 
just like things rough?"
    
    Tory looked up at me and smiled a dazzling smile, the color rising to her 
cheeks.  "I was being naughty, I guess."  Then she looked away shyly.  "But I 
do like it rough."
    
    I put my hand over her wrists, locking them together.  Her gaze swung 
around to me and for a moment I could see that she was into it
    
    She caught me looking at her wrists and quickly hid them under the counter. 
 I lay the card on top of the video and she snatched it up - a quick sidelong 
glance was all she gave me.  I was sure that at that moment she wished that the 
standard Video Mart uniform included long sleeved shirts
    
    she sucked in breath and I was delighted that I had a nice view of her 
chest heaving.  "Do you like your breasts tied, Tory?"  Her wrists squirmed in 
mine and I could see the red creeping down her neck.
    
    "Oh yes.  I like them to be wrapped in so much rope that it hurts and then 
I like -"  She stopped and looked down quickly.
    
    I squeezed her wrists tighter and she moaned.  "What, Tory?  What do you 
like next?"  She glanced about the store but there was no one in hearing 
distance.  Eyes unable to look at me, she leaned forward and whispered, "I like 
them to be slapped."  And then she did look up at me, full in the face so that 
there was no question in either of our minds what she was saying.  "Slapped so 
hard that they hurt for days
    
    "You are checking out 'The Secretary'."  Tory popped the display case open 
and slipped the DVD inside, the hum of the receipt printer
    
    droning out her moans as I clicked the door lock and flicked out the Video 
Mart sign on the street.  The last of the customers had left a few minutes 
earlier and Tory had already slipped behind the counter and handcuffed her 
wrists behind her with the set of cuffs that she had in her purse.  I knelt 
down beside her and roughly cupped her breasts, squeezing and playing with the 
soft mounds of flesh, all the while Tory alternately whimpered and moaned
    
    "That's four dollars, sir."  Tory ripped the receipt from the printer and 
slid it and a pen to my side of the counter.  Her rope marks were clearly 
visible and stood out harshly in the neon lit store.  "Your return date is the 
next Tuesday."  Once again, her hands quickly disappeared behind the counter.
    
    "Have you seen it?  The Secretary?"  I signed the receipt and caught her 
looking at me.  She looked away quickly, tearing the top sheet of the receipt 
away from the bottom
    
    no, no no no!"  Now her voice was small and tiny, like a child that had 
mis-behaved.  I slid my hands beneath her Video Mart skirt and roughly pulled 
her panties down her hips.   I had barely started wrapping her breasts with the 
ropes that she kept hidden in the stockroom when she decided that she would be 
vocal.  Well, that's ok with me - I have a passion for gagged lips.  At first 
she wasn't buying into the idea of her panties taped inside her mouth, but what 
woman does?  Wasn't that a predominantly male fetish
    
    "No.  I haven't seen it yet"  Without looking at me, she slid the receipt 
into the fold of the DVD case and turned.  "I'll meet you on the other side of 
the counter
    
    her breasts had started to turn a deep red, but I wanted more of her than 
the little space behind the counter afforded.  She wasn't heavy, maybe 110 
pounds, and she didn't struggle as I lifted her onto the counter.  Good thing 
the Video Mart had heavy drapes to block out the windows because the sight of a 
half naked clerk, bound with starchy white rope and gagged, laying on the 
counter while a customer methodically roped her legs - well that wouldn't cut 
it.  She looked up at me, pleading, as I turned her legs into a single 
squirming thing that would have to be anchored by the Terminator 3 display at 
the end of the counter.  Dimly I wondered if she could be trusted not to fuss 
in the back seat or whether I would have to find room in the trunk
    
    I walked through the theft detector to pick up my video, but she had 
already gone, leaving the video alone on the counter.  I paused and looked at 
her back as she waited on the next customer
    
    and I knotted the roped from her breasts to her elbows, behind her back.  
"I'm going to take you home, video girl.  Would you like that?"
    
    She nodded her head yes and that was all I needed.  I would slip her into 
the back seat in a position that I could reach back and fondle her bound body 
at the stop lights, and then she would be mine, all mine
    
    "Sir!"
    
    I had my hand on the door, about to walk out into the glaring mid-day sun, 
when Tory's voice came from behind me.  I turned, my heart missing a beat
    
    then I pulled the tape from her lips and she rolled the wet panties out of 
her mouth.  "Kiss me, Sir, kiss me and hurt me and tie me and make me your 
slave forever
    
    "You forgot your video card, Mr. Mitty."  She smiled at me and for the 
first time I saw her eyes sparkle.
    
    I laughed, taking the card from her outstretched hands, the ones that had 
the nice, faint, delicate rows of rope marks across her wrists.  Our eyes 
locked and for just that second we both knew what those marks meant.  "Sorry.  
I must have been daydreaming."
    
    Her smile peaked.  "Have a nice day.  Sir."

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