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Subject: {ASSM} "BDSM 101" (MF, bondage, flash-fic)
Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 05:10:03 -0400
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BDSM 101
by Souvie
(flash-fic at 325 words)

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Copyright October 2003
See Disclaimer at the end - thanks to John for his quick beta and
helpful comments - thanks to Gary for supplying the first line
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Smiling at his wife on their bed, William told her mother on the
phone, "Joyce can't come to the phone right now, she's tied up..."

His wife giggled as he hung up the phone. "You're naughty."

"No," he contradicted, running a finger lazily down the side of her
cheek, "you're the naughty one. That's why you're tied up, remember?"

She stretched as much as she could, putting her body even more on
display. The red silk cords that held her hands and feet to the bed
frame stood out against her pale skin like errant marks from a child's
marker.

"I'm glad I let you talk me into this." His hands were playing with
her nipples, pinching then rubbing, making them into little nubs.

"I'm glad I could persuade you." She bit her lip. There was a kind of
freedom in being unable to touch him back, or to move away from his
touch. It was thrilling, scary, and empowering, all rolled into one.

"So what do we do now?" For all his willingness, William was a
complete novice at the art of BDSM. The little knowledge he had had
come from stories he'd read in college and the book his wife had asked
him to read the night before: a how-to manual given to her by a
friend.

"Whatever we're comfortable with," she answered, looking him over and
wishing he were as naked as she was. After he sat there in silence for
a few minutes - long minutes of inaction - she closed her eyes and
moaned.

"Joyce? Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "It's my stomach."

"What's wrong?" He was leaning over her, concern lining his brow.

She licked her lips, eyes open now, watching as his gaze followed the
path of her tongue. "My stomach just feels weird."

"Weird how? Nauseous?"

Again, she shook her head, unable to keep the slow grin from her face.
"No. More like it's tied in knots."

THE END

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I write, you read. It's not, I write, you take. Comments and
constructive criticism greatly appreciated. Blow me at: souvie at
mindspring dot com

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