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From: "A.Kitten" <akitten@blackhole.riot.eu.org>
Subject: {ASSM} Banner Year (MF, bdsm, oral, rom) {A. Kitten}
Date: Sat,  1 Nov 2003 05:10:02 -0500
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***

A. Kitten: "Banner Year" (MF, bdsm, oral, rom)

When I was a baby, I had a smelly old security blanket. Of course, I
didn't think it was smelly. Whenever someone referred to my blanket in
those unflattering terms, I'd just throw it over myself and breathe
deep.

That was the scent of safe and happy.

I woke without realizing I'd done so. I lay in the inky blackness of
that Sunday morning, my mind filled with that early safety. Gradually,
I sensed wider aromatic vistas of animal smell; the air remembered the
consummation of our love.

Our! Still more than half-asleep, I became aware of another sensation:
warmth on my cheek, a steady rise and fall of my head. I let rocking
carry me through dreams, into consciousness.

I was curled around Jon's right side, my head on his chest, his bent
towards it. We'd spent a lot of time in this position Saturday,
talking about nothing. Probably more time than we'd spent having sex.

Though as the perfume clinging to our bodies attested, we'd spent
enough time doing that.

Awake enough to move, I pressed further into him. "Hey, lover." I felt
him dreaming beneath me and licked a nipple. "I guess you can't hear
this, but I'll say this anyway." His breathing didn't change, so I
kept talking.

"I really loved our last two days. You can read me like a book, show
me how much I love things I've always wanted, how much I love things I
never thought I'd want." I swallowed.

"How much I love you." I the darkness I could see only the outline of
his face, but he was still relaxed and innocent, no doubt still
absorbed in blissful slumber.

"It scares me a little. A lot. I never used to understand when people
said they looked at someone and saw children, but now I do. I want you
to own me and care for me for the rest of my life." I felt the
impulsive tension drain back into the rocking. I would sleep forever
in his arms.

"Anyway, that's about all. Good night." A sudden, short giggle.
"Unless there's anything you'd like to add."

"Yes." Startled, I almost jumped out of the bed, but Jon held me and
stroked my back. "You were wrong about one thing. I can hear you." He
tilted my chin up with his other hand, my neck stretched out on his
chest.

"I've learned something, too," he murmured in my ear. "I finally know
what I want out of a life." Lips trailed across my forehead, and I
lifted higher to meet them. A half roll, and we were facing each
other. We pressed together as tightly as we could manage, then
tighter.

But not sexually. Just because we couldn't bear not to touch.

Finally, we fell apart. "I was looking for someone to care for," he
breathed.

And when we breathed together the separate ideas of Melissa and Jon
disappeared.

**

Awake again. This time I opened my eyes to a dawn muted by drawn
curtains; I'm sure my own glow would have outshone the sun anyway. But
where was Jon?

As if on cue, he appeared, bringing with him another smell I adore:
breakfast! "I just realized--I'm famished!" He set the tray down on
the bedside table, but when I reached for a fork he grabbed my wrists,
and, before I could blink, had them cuffed to the headboard again.
"Hey!" I pouted.

"Oh, did you want something? One of these, maybe?" He held up a strip
of bacon, and I nodded eagerly. He looked shocked. "Don't you know how
unhealthy this stuff is? I can't trust you to feed yourself; you'd
drive your cholesterol through the roof!"

"Come on, just let me have it," I whined.

"Well, I suppose if you only have a little bit...." He dangled the
bacon over my mouth, but jerked it away the instant I moved my head.
"I told you to go slowly, you little pig! Let's try this again.
Open...."

This time, I lowered my jaw but kept my head obediently still. Jon
lowered his fingers until my teeth barely grazed them. No matter how
much my mouth watered--or how tempting the bacon felt on my tongue--I
was determined to be good.

"And..." he drew the word out terribly, "close." It took all my
willpower not to chop his fingers off when my lips met around them.

Jon still wouldn't let go! The hunger was worse than ever. I begged
him with my eyes until he took pity and ordered me to swallow. I
licked his fingers clean without even being asked.

"Do you think you should get another?" I just moaned.

He fed me another morsel. When I was finally told to take it, I
gratefully rolled it away with my tongue only to hear him exclaim,
"Oops! I don't think you were ready for that one!"

I almost cried, but relaxed my trembling jaw anyway. Jon looked ready
to take it out, then relented. "Heck, you can have it." He kissed my
closed eyelids while I sobbed with relief and savored the taste.
"Good? Now open...."

**

Some time later, the tray was finally empty. It had been a long,
cruel, and very embarrassing meal. In other words, a perfect way to
start the day.

"Don't you think it's pretty soon to be thinking kids?" he asked
suddenly, tracing lines on my belly.

My eyes snapped open. "That's just a figure of speech."

"Is it?"

I dropped my gaze. "I don't know."

"We've only know each other a month. I don't want you to get hurt."

"That's why I know I won't."

Even quicker than he'd bound them, he unfastened my wrists. Then,
taking my hand, he helped me up and led me to the center of the
bedroom. "Oh!" I gasped, as he recaptured the other wrist and
stretched me toward the ceiling. "I know those weren't there before."
I leaned back to admire the straps he was wrapping my wrists in.

"We don't have to hide anymore," Jon replied, cupping my chin. I was
ready for another kiss, but he just stared into my eyes. I felt like a
bug, pinned naked and helpless under his gaze, but I found I couldn't
look away.

"Do you understand what it means to be collared?" he finally asked.

"I guess... I've heard about it."

"It's different kind of symbolism for everyone. Sometimes it's a
general thing, not submission to any one person. Or it can be a symbol
of a relationship. There's even a special ceremony for couples that
want a power exchange wedding."

"I know I brought up kids, but--" We both laughed.

"I'm just trying to explain how special it is. And serious. As long as
you wear my collar, you give me yourself."

He still hadn't looked away. I felt the pressure rising within me
again, and it all came together, as if every secret dream and fantasy
I'd ever had, every disappointing sexual encounter, my entire life had
been a search for someone who'd offer me this. Everything he was
saying felt so right!

"I understand." I gave into his hungry stare and willed those eyes to
take me. But he glided out of my vision. I felt hands trailing up my
back and shifted back and forth, breathing shallowly.

My legs barely supported my weight, and I knew the insides of my
thighs glistened while I felt him gather and lift my hair, one hand
holding up and the while another brought the leather to my throat.
When he released my hair and began tightening the straps, I snuggled
into the collar. Someone was making soft, welcoming sounds of pleasure
and I realized it was me.

"You are a precious gift," Jon breathed, petting the small of my back.
"I promise to take good care of you." He kissed my collar, then again
and again in a wandering route down my neck. They started softly,
whispering touches that soon had me pressing into him. As he licked
across my shoulder, though, my Master pressed back, kissing harder. He
finished by sucking at the skin between my clavicles while I moaned
and strained comfortably--comfortingly--against the cuffs holding me
to the ceiling. It felt like they were the only thing holding me down,
like I could just fly away.

His hands, which had been running up and down my shoulder blades,
gripped my back firmly. My hips rocked helplessly while I struggled to
keep my balance. He pulled them forward, crouching down and probing my
navel with briefly his tongue, a hand darting briefly over my inner
thigh.

I nearly despaired when he stood instead of touching me, but he
silenced me with his damp hand. I licked up my arousal just as when
he'd fed me, making happy little noises around his fingers.

I came down a little once he pulled away, taking gasping breaths and
squiring needily. I heard him walk away, then return and stand behind
me.

"Open," he ordered again, and I felt my jaws stretch wide for the gag.

Then firm hands took me again. Jon cupped my buttocks and licked his
way back to my navel, avoiding my breasts. I pleaded through my gag
for him to go lower, reveling in my self-abasement, but he refused to
show mercy and took his time.

When he finally reached my center, my legs gave out entirely. He
caught me and kept working. For an eternity, I flew in my Master's
power as he drove me multiorgasmic.

**

We finished on the floor. After he'd undone my suspension he fastened
my wrists behind me, then took me from behind. Before he came, he
pulled out and rolled me over. The pain from my weight on my arms was
exquisite.

I gazed up at him adoringly while we shared the afterglow. "Come on,"
he murmured at last. "I want you to see something." Jon picked me up
by my shoulders and helped me walk, still bound and gagged into the
bathroom. I cocked my head at him questioningly.

Taking my head in his hands, he turning it towards the mirror. My eyes
went wide and I stood straighter, examining myself. Shining liquid
eyes, flushed skin. Bound and gagged. Sweaty, hair in complete
disarray. Sore nipples and the marks from my Master's whip.

A collar on my neck.

I knew what I really was, that even if Jon and I parted ways I'd want
this always and forever.

Master stroked my cheek, unbuckled my gag, and released my wrists.

When he removed my collar, I whimpered. "You don't want to damage it,
do you?" I hung my head and felt my new life recede.

The noise of running water filled the room, then Master was guiding me
into the water and bathed me slowly. We washed away the smell, and I
was soon clutching a soft towel, clean and presentable. I looked at
the woman in the mirror, but saw only what she'd looked like a slave.

"You're beautiful," Master sighed. When I didn't respond, he held me
and spoke soothingly. "I know you belong to me, even when you can't
wear your collar. Now it's time to be strong and smart and confident
and live in the real world. Remember, that's you, too! I'll have you
back in my dungeon soon enough."

"You have a dungeon?" I perked up immediately, and he laughed.

"Oh, little one." He nuzzled my hair. "Oh, my little one." But our
embrace had to end, and we had to dress, and I had to leave.

As I was driving home, away from my new life as a slave, all I could
think of was how much I longed with all my heart for Master's arms and
the freedom of being owned.

**

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach
Everything was better in the good old days,
When everybody was in pain
	-- Black Box Recorder - "Seasons in the Sun"

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