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Subject: {ASSM} Dinner and then Some Chapter 8
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Dinner and Then Some
By Guess and Paris Waterman
Copyright 2002


Chapter Eight 

The next day began well enough. Leigh treated herself to a sumptuous
breakfast before venturing out to do some shopping. New lingerie at
Victoria's Secret, shoes at Bloomingdale's and a black cocktail dress
with spaghetti straps and revealing cleavage from Bergdof''s.

She considered calling Gabby and meeting her for cocktails, but
shuddered at the thought of missing David's call and raced home only
to discover there were no messages. Gabby called around four and Leigh
quickly got rid of her. She fully expected him to call at any moment.
Then at five the phone rang and she sprang to answer it.

"Hello," she said, breathing hard.

"Hi honey, how are you?" It was Michael. She had forgotten he existed.

"Hi," she said, willing herself to put enthusiasm into her voice.

"Well," he said, "the weather is great and I met Phil Burgess and
Cynthia Evershevski of all people!"

"Really! How are they? It's been ages, we don't even send Christmas
Cards to them anymore, at least I don't think so. Sorry, Michael, I'm
rambling."

"No, no you're not. Anyway they send you their best. Cynthia's had two
more children. Umm, let's see, that's four. Three boys and a girl,
with the girl being the youngest."

"And how is Phil?" Leigh pictured an athletic looking male just under
six feet tall with lots of blonde hair cascading down his shoulders.
She had fond memories of surfing simmers away with Phil and some other
friends.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but he's put on weight. Oh, maybe
fifty pounds."

"My god, no!"

Michael laughed. "Yeah, and all that blonde hair is gone too."

Leigh thought, 'the guy was only in his mid-thirties.' "Well, we all
don't age gracefully," she managed to say.

"Tell me about it. We look positively youthful compared to them."

"So how's the business end of your trip dear?"

"Typical, hon, so far I've listened to several presentations and I'm
due to give mine tomorrow. Then we settle down for a couple days of
intensive information sharing. I can't wait to hear Loring's latest
ideas. He's quite the innovator."

And so it went. Leigh began to fidget, wishing Michael would finish
and at the same time berated herself for being so inconsiderate. After
another twenty minutes Michael ended the call with kisses and love.
Leigh made herself a drink and sat on the sofa, nervously waiting for
David to call.

He didn't. And she busied herself cleaning the house, making a salad
and having two glasses of wine. She began to cry around nine and
chastised herself for being so weak, went to bed.
She was deep in an erotic dream in which she wore black stockings and
a garter belt when the ringing of the phone woke her.

Her voice was groggy with sleep and fear. "Hello?" Had something
happened to Michael?"

"Get dressed and come here now!" David's voice commanded.

"David?"

"Woke you up did I?"

"Uh, yes."

"Grab a pen and paper and write the address down."

"Okay." And hurriedly she gathered the material and wrote down his
directions.

"It shouldn't take more than thirty minutes at this hour," he said.

Leigh glanced at the clock and saw it was two-fifteen a.m. "David . .
."

"Did you hear me?" 

"Yes, I heard . . ."

"Get dressed and get your ass over here. Move it!" 

Leigh was startled at his tone and the fact that he'd hung up on her.
Did he really think she was going to get dressed and venture out at
this hour? A panic seized her. He certainly did think she'd come to
him.

'Well,' she thought, 'he can go straight to hell if he thinks I'm
coming to him.' Then she laughed at herself for she discovered that
she was slipping into her new cocktail dress, pulling on black
thigh-high's and a skimpy garter-belt even while denying him to
herself.

`What's wrong with me?' She thought, perplexed by his actions and
confused by her own. She moved faster and was out the door and driving
toward David's before she thought about it again.

***

David opened the door before she could ring the bell. Leigh managed to
present him with a demur smile that belied her true excitement. "You
live very well," she managed before he pulled her to him and kicked
the door shut. His hands pawed her rear as he whispered, "You've a
very nice, soft ass." Leigh sought his mouth with hers and a
passionate kiss ensued, leaving her breathless. It took her a moment
before she realized she was grinding her crotch against his thigh.

"Didn't want to come out in the middle of the night, eh?" He taunted.

"Well . . ."

"Look at you!" He said, thrusting her out at arm's length. "Your tits
are trying to burst through your blouse. Did you forget the bra? Or,
more likely, you thought going braless would make you more seductive."

"How dare you . . ."

"Shut up! I'll do the talking. When you have something to say, say
'Master, may I? "

"I never . . ."

He slapped her across the face. Leigh realized he hadn't hit her hard,
but his hand imprint on her cheek burned like a branding iron might.

"Yes . . .Master," she managed.

"Good," David smiled and he pulled her to him again. Once again he was
warm and charming.

"I find you very attractive and an extremely sexy woman Leigh," he
sighed almost to himself, but Leigh picked up on it and felt somewhat
guilty, although she couldn't fathom the reason.

David continued, "You will obey me. Nothing else matters to us, but
right now, right here."

Leigh's eyes locked on his. She said nothing, but willed herself to
submit to him.

"Remove your clothing and place it on the chair under the mirror, then
follow me into the next room." This said, David walked out of the
room, leaving Leigh to follow his instructions. She took her time
carefully folding each item, placing them all on the chair, and slowly
followed him.

She was surprised to find him standing on the farthest side of the
room in the shadowed area not reached by the one lamp lighted.

"Turn around, let me look at you," David murmured softly. Leigh obeyed
without a word and felt herself growing warm under his gaze. David
stood still taking in the sight of her firm breasts rising and
falling. His lips curled upward in a satisfied grin as her nipples
grew erect with the cool air blowing upon them. He noted the flat
stomach and long supple legs and gave her points for proper diet and
working out in order to remain fit. Then he fixed his eyes on her
pubis, neatly trimmed into a decorative triangle that still managed to
expose the smooth, moist lips of her labia.

Leigh began to sway, somewhat dizzy from standing in place and feeling
his intense gaze upon her. Obstinate in her own way, she refused to
speak, thinking she could wait him out. David wasn't into playing mind
games of that nature. He had an entirely different set of rules and
another game entirely.

Slowly and deliberately he approached her. Leigh's breathing grew
faster when he stood beside her and she trembled when he touched her,
using his well manicured fingernails to scratch ever so lightly the
length of her body. She gasped and sucked in her breath when David
kissed her forehead and at the same time dragged his fingernails
across her stomach and down to her trimmed bush. He kissed the tip of
her nose and moved those same fingers through the valley of her
breasts, leaving a light pink trail.

"Oooooh . . . Master!" She felt giddy at having remembered the
required term.

"I can see you're getting excited," he whispered in her ear before
biting her earlobe and sending an exquisite thrill through her body.

She shuddered as those same insidious fingernails traced the lips of
her sex, gathering droplets of moisture. And when he brought those
fingers to her nose her knees buckled. She would have crumpled to the
floor had David not held her up.

"What's the matter, can't take the smell of your own excitement?"

"I . . .I . . . "

David laughed and dipped his head to her breast, absorbing her
stiffened strawberry shaped nipple.

Leigh moaned and her body sagged against him as he sucked fiercely
upon it. Finally, he released the swollen bud and helped her to a
straight-backed chair.

David had no intention of taking her too far the first time. He wanted
her to become used to the idea of being submissive. He left for a few
moments, leaving her to wonder what was in store for her.

Leigh's mind was racing. `Had she made a drastic mistake in coming to
him at his bidding? Perhaps, perhaps not. Time would tell.' She
pondered her feelings of the moment. Thus far he had not mistreated
her, in fact she was highly aroused. `Wasn't that why I got into whole
thing?' She asked herself. `To experience new things because life had
become boring?'

Her thoughts were interrupted by his return. 

She saw he held something in his hand. It looked ominous to her. She
chided herself, `Fool, he's going to inflict some painful devices on
you. You asked for it. Now here it is. Don't be an ass and try to deny
it. You got yourself into this, he won't hurt you much.' Having
castigated herself Leigh felt slightly better and decided to show him
she wasn't frightened.

"Umm, master?"

"Yes?"

"What do you have in your hand?"

"You're very impertinent, slave. But as I was going to give you a
demonstration anyway I might as well tell you." Opening his hand he
revealed a pair of clamps in front of her face.

A bewildered look crossed her face.

"They are for your nipples, my dear."
To Leigh, they took on a more vicious look. 

"My nipples?" A look of shock registered on her face as she realized
that she was about to experience them on her body. David let her
contemplate the situation for a moment, then attached them to each
nipple.

As he tightened each one, her breath audibly registered the new
sensations.

"Get up!"

She sprang to her feet, still trying to adjust to the uncomfortable,
but not to painful pressure on both nipples.

"Grab the bedpost and lean over so I can see your ass."

Biting her lip, she complied. Without waiting for her next question,
he began spanking her. Slowly at first, he spread the slaps around her
firm buttocks.

She managed to remain silent, merely grunting every so often. But with
time, the slaps came more rapidly. Now each swat produced a moan, or
an attempt to deflect it. Time seemed to have stopped for Leigh. David
had switched from using his hand to a paddle as he spanked her bright
red rear.

The, just a suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Once again, David
left the room to permit her to compose herself.

`What in god's name is in store for me now?' she thought as she gently
rubbed her hands over her reddened rump. `That was worse than the one
the other night.' But her thoughts changed from speculation to
apprehension as he return with a black cloth in his left hand.

"You're going to be blindfolded for a while, Leigh." And he proceeded
to cover her eyes and tied a knot in the cloth. She couldn't see a
thing. Taking her hand he led her around to the side of the bed.

She felt the mattress pressing against her hip. 

"Lie down on the bed, slave," he said in a monotone, providing no
indication of what was to come.
For the first time, Leigh felt a twinge of fear, but she did ask he
asked and lay on her back, waiting for what came next.

As she lay there waiting, she took stock of what had happened to her
thus far and her arousal grew. She sensed herself growing wet with
excitement. Had to restrain herself from reaching for her pussy and
touching it to bring relief from her desires. She heard a match being
struck and smelled the sulfur odor. `Was he going to burn her?' Leigh
nearly panicked at the thought.

`My god,' she thought, `he's going to put his brand on me!'

"STAY STILL!" David commanded. And she froze, save for the trembling
that she could not overcome.

Leigh formed the impression he was leaning over her even before to
began to remove the nipple clamps. `Jesus!' She thought, `I'd
forgotten all about them.'

At that precise moment David revealed his next surprise. A drop of wax
from a candle fell four inches, landing on her left nipple.

Leigh screamed.

When the expected pain did not come, she started to relax her rigid
form only to repeat the action as the second drop of heated wax
splattered on her other nipple.

"Oh, god, I thought . . ."

"Who gave you permission to speak?"

"Uh . . ."

The slap of his hand on her breast was sharp and surprisingly painful,
as it was unexpected. She began to cry, uncontrollably. He paid no
heed to her lamentations and continued to drip molten wax on her
nipples. Eventually, Leigh stopped crying. What he did next brought
her to the edge of a mighty orgasm.

Unbeknownst to Leigh, he had taken some shaved ice from a bowl and
allowed it to melt in the heat of his mouth and then let the cold
drops soothe and harden the encasing buildup of wax. Leigh imagined it
forming a mound over her areola and indeed it had. Suddenly she felt
his mouth upon her!

David deftly removed the molds of wax from each breast and put them
aside. He would keep them as a souvenir of their time together. Leigh
realized her nipples were numb. She failed to realize this was a
combination of both the clamps and the hot wax application.

"There is one more thing before I remove the blindfold. By the way,
did you enjoy the waxing?"

"Actually, yes, I did. Although you frightened me in the process." 

His finger rubbed her arm, feeling the goose-bumps confirming her
nervousness. "Did you come?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. Well . . . almost."

"You will, and soon, but first . . ." He took her hand in his and
still holding it, placed it on brought it to his knee. She realized
her sense of touch would be more acute since she couldn't see. Still,
she guessed he'd present his cock to her next. David hadn't released
her hand and as she anticipated, brought it into contact with his
erection.

Leigh would never forget this moment. The warmth and softness of his
foreskin, akin to a baby's skin.
Her fingertips glided over his hardness, although she still perceived
it as smooth and silk-like. Very slowly, Leigh explored its surface.
Gingerly touching every bump beneath the pads of her index and middle
fingers, from the base of his cock to its tip. Enjoying the moment,
like an unhurried, never ending teen petting for the first time.

When Leigh reached the very end of his shaft, her thumb and forefinger
rubbed and rolled the velvety texture of his pucker between them.
Turning her wrist, she slipped her fingers under the smoothness of his
shaven balls, lifting them upward in the curl of her fingers.

Suddenly he ripped the blindfold off her head, and she found herself
staring at the beauty of his uncut cock, and succumbing to the lustful
desire to feel him inside her mouth, she leaned in closer and took him
between her stretching lips.

David felt the heat of her breath greet his stiffening cock and as the
purple crown surged from his foreskin, he arched forward feeling the
muscles in the cheeks of his ass growing taut. Leigh's arm slid behind
him, her palm settling in the small of his back. Drawing him to her,
Leigh's lips stretched further as the thickest part of his member
invaded her throat. She was forced to pull back or choke.

The wet flat of her tongue pressed, then licked slowly across his
slit, forcing it to wink as she passed from one side of his glans to
the other.

Beads of perspiration formed on David's forehead and upper lip. His
meaty, pink tongue licked over his lips tasting the saltiness of his
own sweat.

"Ohhhhh!" Leigh groaned, having momentarily removed his phallic wand
from between her lips.

"You taste so sweet!" She gasped, and devoured him again.

His head fell back and his eyes rolled in his head at the electric
charge that bolted through him. His hands went to her hair and he had
to restrain himself from pushing her head hard down on his aching
prick.

"Sweet Jesus!" a silent voice echoed in his head. 

Leigh smiled as she looked up at him, her eyes two dreamy almonds. She
knew he liked what he felt. His cock twitched beneath the feather soft
touch of her fingers. Her eyes closed as her lips returned to his
corona, sliding down to the soft bunching skin at his ridge; her taste
buds were dancing with sheer delight.

Her lips tightened, hollows formed in her cheeks as her head bobbed up
and down. Slurpy sounds of wetness could be heard as the saliva of her
mouth along with his salty, sweet nectar made his cock a slick tool,
easy to swallow.

Her nose kissed in the forest of his pubs with every downward slide.
Her palm and fingers worked in perfect unison with her lips. Up and
down, working together, playing sweet music. His cock was her flute
for the night and the music she played was sheer perfection.

Leigh's face was a mere blur to David as she bobbed furiously on his
musk-ridden cock. Spittle ran from her stuffed mouth to his crotch and
thence to his balls.

She plucked him from her lips and gasping for air, asked, "Can I suck
cock, or what?"

Then her magnificent lips were sliding back upon him, his foreskin
puckered as she turned her head from side to side, immersing herself
in the silky softness of his velvet flesh. Her tongue flicked out to
swirl over, around and under his glans. It's side swept over his slit.
Her palm slid down his throbbing cock pulling the foreskin taut to his
base. Her tongue began to flick the underside of his engorged shaft
where his sensitive "T" stood out like embossed lettering.

Surprising herself with her inventiveness, Leigh rubbed at the small
of his back and gently squeezed his aching balls, then took him deep.
The tip of his prick rubbed against the soft palette of her throat.

His legs began to stiffen. 

Leigh was totally engrossed with bringing him pleasure. She didn't
realize she was close to coming herself as she humped at the air
around her, squeezing and releasing her thighs as she plied his skin
flute.

Then David emitted low cry that turned into a bellow and spewed his
semen inside her mouth, over her teeth and gums, only to trickle down
her throat. She gagged and pulled her head back to allow for the
remaining spurts. Leigh felt a warm tingling in her clit as David's
cum kept pouring down her throat. She continued to milk his throbbing,
still spurting cock. Her lips popped over his slick glans bringing his
foreskin with it with each swallow. Both his hands were in her hair as
she pushed his foreskin back and allowed her tongue to swirl around
and clean the head of his cock.

After he had finished coming, he let her lick and suck on his
testicles for a few minutes, then roughly pushed her away. Leigh
pouted as if deprived of her favorite dessert. David got up on shaky
legs and Leigh watched numbly as he pulled several lightweight ropes
from a dresser drawer, yanked her off the bed and tied her arms and
ankles to a chair. She was relieved the ropes were not uncomfortably
tight.

"Would you like to come hard, dear?" He asked as he leaned on a
dresser.

She nodded. 

"What did you say?"

"Yes I would . . . Master."

"Very well then, pick a number from one to five."

She hesitated.

"Come on. Pick a number."

"Five."

"Five it is," and David opened the top drawer of the dresser, lifted
out a box and brought it to her.

"If you'll be kind enough to look inside you'll see a number of
vibrators . . . five in all. You selected number five." He indicated
that item to her and picked it from the box and placed the box on a
nearby table. It was about eight inches long and was studded its
entire length.

"Oh, wait we need something to make you more comfortable." And he went
to the bed and removed two pillows and stuffed them behind her back.
This forced Leigh's body forward and made the ropes around her wrists
tighter.

Almost immediately, Leigh began squirming around on the chair seeking
a more comfortable position. But was not able to find one.

"Let's begin, shall we?" He chuckled without mirth and brought the toy
to the mouth of cunt. Leigh heard the faint motor start and tensed
against its insertion into her cunt. She jerked at the first touch,
causing David to laugh.

"What a sensitive cunt you have," he sneered and moved the vibrator up
and down her labia. Leigh bit her lip trying to contain the lustful
groan that filled her throat. She failed.

"Ohhhh!"

"Oh, indeed! You have a lower threshold than I'd thought

Leigh was shaking her head back and forth as she gradually succumbed
to the delightful thrills the instrument was providing, yet
embarrassed by her reaction and mortified by his comment on her low
threshold of tolerance.

'My god,' she thought, 'what will I do when he . . .' she refused to
finish the thought and fought to make her mind a blank, only to loudly
moan when David increased the vibrator's speed.

"Are you feeling an orgasm coming?"

She refused to answer him and he punished her (if that's what it can
be called) by placing the vibrator against her swollen clit.

Leigh's body was swathed in sweat as she strained against her
bindings. David's free hand was mauling her breast then stretching her
nipple, as he methodically worked her into a sexual frenzy.

Leigh managed to catch herself before begging him to thrust it inside
her and bring her off. She bit her lip to help distract her from the
need to come. But knew exactly what she was doing an continued teasing
her running his toy back and forth across the mouth of her cunt with
an occasional bump against her throbbing clit.

Suddenly he changed tactics, shoving the vibrator into her cunt,
filling her with its thickness and sending its tiny, rapid movements
swirling throughout her entire body. Leigh's head moved involuntarily
from side to side. Her panting and groans filled the room. David
waited patiently for several seconds and then applied powerful
pressure to her turgid nipple and she was lost in a series of screams
as the intensity of her orgasm hit.

David pushed the vibrator deeper and grabbed her other nipple.
Encouraged by her cries, he pulled and pinched them even harder. To
Leigh this brought on a deliciously titillating glow that triggered
another small but beautiful climax.

"Come for me!" He ordered, shouting in her pain distorted face.

"I . . . YES!"


He pushed the vibrator to its limit and repeatedly commanded her to
come. Leigh lost count of her climaxes, her whole being centered on
the buzzing instrument pulsating within her vagina and the nerve
endings on her nipples, which David continued to torture with his
fingers.

Then exhausted for the moment, Leigh collapsed and David left the
room. She was dimly aware that she was the only one in the bedroom and
by the time he returned was very conscious of his presence. He was
holding a bowl and she saw him place it on the table beside her.

'What next?' She asked herself then went rigid, then strained against
her bindings and groaned loudly when he grasped her sore nipple
between his thumb and forefinger once again. Cold, icy cold numbness
greeted her teat as David slowly rubbed an ice cube back and forth
over its tender nerve endings. Her eyes flew open in shock as he
teased her thusly until the ice began to melt. And when his mouth
closed over her frigid bud, it sent a spark that ignited her cunt and
she came once again.

Leigh hardly realized that David had freed her, led her to the bed and
lay her down on her back.

"Lift your hands up."

Puzzled and confused she thought herself incapable of performing this
feat, but tried and was amazed when her arms moved freely into the
air. Before she shook off her befuddlement, he had secured her wrists
to the headboard using the same cord as before.

"That should do. Are you comfortable Leigh?"

"I guess," she replied dully.

"Good. I think you'll like what follows," and his hand trailed down
the outside of her thigh, reversed at the knee, only to slide slowly
up the inside, constantly teasing, causing Leigh to grunt in
anticipation.

"Open wide for me Leigh."

She needed no further urging from him and quickly spread her legs wide
apart. He reinserted the vibrator between the lips of her swollen sex.

"Are you going to take it out, Master?"

"Not at the moment."

"Please, Master?"

He ignored her and lowered his head over her pussy and gently blew
upon her clit.

"That's so nice. That's so very nice. Thank you Master."

He grunted as if absentmindedly acknowledging her -- removed the
vibrator and inserted three fingers. After the vibrator's jouncing and
pummeling she had no problem accepting them and arched her back to
accommodate him. He blew lightly on her clit again, then allowed his
tongue to flicker across it. Leigh came hard the moment his tongue
made contact.

She felt her entire body grow extremely warm, then suddenly, she
turned red as a beet, raised her ass off the bed as it coursed through
her. Her eyes rolled back into darkness and she felt her pussy flex in
ejaculation.

David watched transfixed as a stream gushed from her pussy and over
his fingers and wrist.
He heard her catch her breath and then she let one more stream go.
Leigh was bouncing on the bed when this one geysered and it landed on
her stomach forming a pool near her navel.
Not a lot, but enough to fill that dimple. Instinctively, David put
his finger in it to taste the fluid that resembled watered down milk.
He found it decidedly sweet and not at all like urine.

"Very good, my love, really quite good! I'm pleased. Imagine, my
Leigh, a squirter!

She was pleased that he had enjoyed what for her was an embarrassment.

"I don't . . ."

"What? Feel free to speak."

"I'm . . . I don't do that very often."

"Only when extremely aroused, eh?"

"I guess."

"Well, let's see what you do with this," and buried his tongue in her
as she writhed in delight and uttered a loud, shuddering moan. Soon
she was begging him to stop, then forgot who she was and where she was
as his magical tongue flickered back and forth across her now
abnormally swollen clit. When his cock finally sank blissfully into
her cream filled sheath she could no longer catch her breath and
passed out. David, ignored her state and continued fucking her until
he gushed his load deep within her, coating her cervix with his seed.

When Leigh woke he was gone. She discovered her arms untied and as she
sat up found a note pinned to her pillow.

"I've gone. Get dressed at your leisure, and go home. I'll call you
later in the day.

She didn't know what to feel. 'He should be here beside me,' was her
first thought. Then, 'well, he is a mystery man,' and found that
thought tremendously satisfying. And, feeling elated about herself and
extremely well satisfied, she dressed and left the house, walking
every step of the way to her car very much the way a well-fucked woman
walks.


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