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Subject: {ASSM} Once Around the Family
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Once Around the Family

Chapter One
	
"Hello-o-o-o-o" I called upon entering my parent's home. No response was 
forthcoming as I placed my luggage on the foyer floor.
"I don't think anyone is home, Mike." Jessie, my new bride, interjected.
"That's odd. They knew we would be arriving today and even if they 
aren't home where are Jean Paul and Monique? "My parents may have left 
to run errands or something as they didn't know exactly what time we 
would be arriving but even the household staff was curiously absent.
"Well we'll just have to make ourselves at home until they come back. 
Let's get this luggage up to one of the guest rooms while we're 
waiting." Gathering up our luggage, Jessie and I ascended the wide 
curving staircase to the second floor hallway. "Choose one," I said to 
Jessie as she stared in awe at the many doors leading off the corridor. 
"The only rooms you can't choose are the double doors at that end of the 
hall. That's the master bedroom and my parent's room. And the two doors 
on either side of the hall at the other end are staff quarters but 
almost everything else is open for your discriminating tastes," I 
jokingly stated in my most nuevo riche imitation.
"My God, this is one massive home" Jessie replied obviously stunned by 
the numerous doors she had to select from. "You should know better than 
I which are the nicer rooms, why don't you choose?" she implored of me 
while only her head moved as she scanned the length of the hallway on 
both sides of us.
"Well I've often heard my mother tell my father that the blue room, 
that's the third door on the right down there, is the one room she keeps 
for special guests. And if her son and his new wife aren't special 
guests, well I don't know who is." I said smugly.
"Then the blue room it is" answered Jessie as we moved off down the hall.
Standing at the door I lowered the bags I was carrying, turned the door 
handle and gave it a push open as I turned and scooped up my beautiful 
bride in my arms intent on carrying her over the threshold of what would 
be our first bedroom as man and wife. Turning and taking one step 
forward placing us directly in the open doorway I froze as I gazed upon 
the room we had chosen.
Jessie who was laughing at my sudden impulse at gallantry suddenly 
noticed I was standing frozen in the doorway, staring straight ahead 
with my jaw agape. Turning her head to see what had transfixed my gaze 
caused her beautiful brown eyes to almost bulge out of their sockets.
As youngsters my sister, Shauna and I often visited most of the rooms of 
the house while playing childhood games or just being curious. But as we 
grew older that sense of exploration dwindled so there was no longer a 
need to investigate all that was hidden behind these many doors. In time 
I learned to just accept my mother's naming of the rooms after various 
colours or things as a depiction of the décor that lay within. Only now 
did I realize for the first time the real significance of the word "blue".
The whole room was bathed in a blue glow that emanated from 
inconspicuously concealed lights that reflected against marbled mirrors, 
which reached from floor to ceiling and even across the ceiling 
throughout the room. Drapes of blue veil hung from the ceiling to the 
floor in free flowing circular layers, each layer offset to the one in 
front of it presenting a diffused vision of the centre of the room
Even through the translucence of the veils the image at the core was 
apparent to both of them. A five foot round diameter of mini pot lights 
shone down illuminating what obviously appeared to be a naked female 
kneeling erect on an equally diametric dais elevated about two feet 
above the floor. Her arms were extended to maximum height directly above 
her head with the hands clasped together as in prayer. From their 
vantage point it was obvious this female was young, perhaps in her late 
teens or early twenties. But most unusual of all was her head was 
completely encompassed in a skintight black hood with only her long 
ponytail of blonde hair protruding from the back.
Jessie let out an audible gasp and clasped her hand to her mouth. 
Shocked and dismayed eyes turn to mine. "Mike... What the hell?"
I don't know why, a sense of cautious curiosity I guess, but I raised my 
index finger to my lips signalling Jessie to remain quiet. From the lack 
of movement of the girl, either she wasn't aware we were there or she 
purposely was remaining rigid and still.
Jessie, whose mouth was still wide open from the initial surprise, 
slowly nodded her head once indicating she understood while searching my 
eyes for an answer to what was going on here.
Taking her right hand in my left I began to move through the veils 
toward the dais and the girl. Jessie resisted and attempted to pull back 
and away from my grasp. Looking back at her she was shaking her head 
from left to right. I was acutely aware of her nervousness and hesitance 
but my curiosity was even more compelling.
This time I took both her hands in mine as I slowly began to edge 
backward towards the dais and the girl. Jessie still resisted but as I 
began to pull her along with me I noticed her eyes were no longer on 
mine but rather she was looking past me.
Slowly we neared the girl being as quiet as we could as we made our 
approach. Moving through the layers of veil the sight before us became 
much clearer.  It became apparent that the girl's hands were tied 
together at the wrist and pulled tightly towards the ceiling by a thin 
rope attached to a hook devise in the centre of the ring of lights. A 
second thinner rope also extended from the ceiling hook to a ring placed 
squarely in the centre of the top of the hood. This forced her head to 
remain erect and motionless between her extended arms.
We also were now able to see that she was straddling a mound protruding 
up from the dais from which mechanical buzzing sound could be detected.
As we passed through the last veil and nothing obscured our vision of 
this exciting and erotic sight the rest of the girl's restraints became 
visible. Her legs were held open and spread around the mound by three 
Velcro straps on each leg pinning to the dais. One strap crossed each 
leg behind the knee and another across each ankle with a third half way 
between the others.
Suspended and strapped down as she was it would be impossible for her to 
do anything but squirm in this position. Bending forward and looking at 
where she came in contact with the mound I saw for the first time this 
girl was completely shaved. But this was only one of the unusual 
curiosity's we were presented with. One thing I now knew was where the 
mechanical buzzing emanated from.
The mound itself was an extension of the dais shaped to allow a person 
to ride it similar to a saddle. Like the dais it was also covered in 
black leather. Parting her labia lips a smaller white oblong mound rose 
atop the larger mound. Tiny dots or bumps covered most of what I could 
see of this mound and in the centre an affixed vibrator extended upwards 
into the centre of her dripping moist sex. The whole mound appeared to 
be vibrating madly causing the many small bumps to grind furiously 
against her labial lips and even more importantly, against her hard and 
extended clitoris.
A small gold ring pierced her clit. Attached to this was a thin gold 
chain. This led to and passed through another gold belly ring. From 
there the chain split into two chains and continued to gold rings 
piercing her nipples. The chain was pulled tight enough that the 
vibrations from the machine passed along the chain ultimately 
stimulating the nipples.
Taking note of the hood now, we realized that the only holes in it were 
two tiny holes for the nostrils to allow for breathing. A closed zipper 
passed over where the mouth would be and there were no openings for the 
eyes. In addition the hood appeared to have extra padding where her ears 
were. Obviously it was designed for sensory deprivation.
Jessie's voice suddenly brought me back from my fascination with this 
girl's restraints. "Is she alright?" she asked.
Just then the girl made a very visible shudder. There was no doubt she 
had just climaxed and judging by the wetness of the mound beneath her, 
this was only one of many.

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