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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images : 0039 (FM BDSM Bondage)
Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 21:10:03 -0400
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Images by GenericJoe <genericjoe@offthebeatenpath.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/


0039

(FM BDSM Bondage)

The women around the watercooler were discussing their nights, and
Chrissie smiled to herself.  Last night Master had gotten her into the
harness, chains and all.  She thought about the way it felt to hang
there, her body, arms and legs all supported held up by the harness;
how she slowly spun, back and forth like she did as a kid, on the swing
her Dad had built for her.

As she twisted on the chains, Master had taken the black tape and slowly
wound it over her entire body.  Tigher than clothes (not that she was
allowed to wear clothing at home), the tape covered her entire body,
holding her in.  She could feel herself get excited even as she thought
about it.

Susan was talking about some television show they had watched the
night before.  Since Chrissie had moved in with her Master, she hadn't
seen any television.  She kept up on email, where she could, but almost
every moment of her time was devoted to Master when she was at home.
And much of his time was devoted to her.

After he had gotten the tape mostly over her and the harness, he had slid
his "frustration" vibrator inside her.  It had a random timer on it, that
let it buzz for a while, then cut off with no pattern.  She always came
from it, and hard, but only after what seemed like hours of frustration.
He turned it on, and taped it inside her cunt.

He put a ball gag in her mouth, one made out of a whiffle ball, allowing
her to breathe.  He placed a blindfold over her eyes, and taped up
her head.  She felt a pair of headphones being placed over her ears,
and the weight of a Walkman placed on her chest.  Her Master's voice
began to whisper loving and controlling thoughts into her ears.

The vibrator kicked on, and she was lost to the sensations.  Chrissie
grinned happily, and nodded in what she hoped was an attentive way.
Her orgasms last night had been astounding.  Especially when the tape
ordered her to come.  So very powerful it had been, floating and twisting
on the chains.

"So," Janice asked her, "How was your night? How's the new guy?"

"No complaints from me," she laughed.  "We had a typical night --I mostly
hung out with him and passed the time."




(C) GenericJoe, 2003
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/image0039.html

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