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Subject: {ASSM} "Tryout"  by  deirdre  (FF, D/s, bdsm)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Tryout 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. This is the last set of the 156 stories, posted as part of the
a.s.s.m. 2006 "deirdre fest."

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Sun, 19 Jun 1994 05:23:32 UTC 

Disclaimer: my stories are sex fantasies that sometimes include sexual
acts and situations that would be undesirable in real life. Do not read
this story if reading such things would offend you. Do not read this
story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to archive, repost on the Internet, or publish in
low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish
in anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an
author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre.

Tryout 
by deirdre

I have long been aware of the fact that my husband is turned on by the
idea of S & M and would love it if I would ever play the submissive.
The problem is, I never had the least bit of interest in the idea, and
I certainly wasn't about to humiliate myself in front of any man just
for his pleasure. For a long time I just figured he should have to live
with it, but recently I started to worry: here is the one thing that
really turns on my husband, and because it's me he loves, he has to
miss out on it. He might have chosen a different woman, and if she
liked that sort of thing, then he would be experiencing pleasures he
would never experience since he fell in love with me. Instead, as
reward for his love, he would go through life never having that
experience.

Despite my thoughts, there was no way I would ever consent to playing
that role. Eventually I began to entertain an idea which I never
thought I would seriously consider: I could let my husband have sex
with someone else who would satisfy those needs. I knew he loved me and
I am well aware of how men "compartmentalize" their feelings of love
versus sex. So I wasn't worried about losing him: mostly I was worried
about my own feelings about the whole thing.

After worrying about it and thinking about it, I finally did decide to
go through with it. The next question was who I might allow him to have
sex with? Did he know any submissive women? Old girlfriends? I didn't
think I could stand that. And it would bother me a lot if I found out
that he had already discussed S & M with any likely woman. The idea of
sending him out to search for a woman bothered me too much too. Could I
find him such a partner? Not likely! But of all the choices, that one
was the most palatable, so I made myself think about just about every
woman I knew: would she be willing? Could I stand it?

Finally I thought of a woman: her name is Anne and she is one of the
secretaries where I work. She is reasonably attractive and is very
quiet. But one of the women at work told me a couple of strange stories
about Anne--suffice it to say, she could well be willing. The more I
thought of it, the more Anne seemed like the best choice: I wasn't
threatened by her at all, she was attractive enough that my husband
would like doing something with her, and rumor had it she might go for
the idea.

I had to figure out how to bring up the idea with her. And I still had
the fear that maybe she wouldn't be interested--or maybe the rumor I
heard was wrong! The morning after I decided to go through with it, I
gave her some typing to do. When it was delivered, I called her and
asked her to stop in and see me. When she arrived, I told her she was
very good at following directions. Then I told her that my husband and
I had some work we needed done, but we needed someone who would follow
directions to the letter. I asked her if she thought she was the type
of person who could follow our directions explicitly.

She said yes. So I told her it wasn't for pay, it would be voluntary
and it was most important that the person do exactly what we say. Did
she have any interest? She was still interested. So I told her she
would have to exactly what we told her to do, no matter what it was.
She looked a little nervous, but she still claimed to be willing.

Then I said that I would have to give her a little test, just to make
sure she was capable of following instructions to the letter no matter
what. When she still didn't object, I told her to walk over to the
corner of the office. She did it. Then I told her to turn around and
face the corner. She did that too. I complimented her, telling her she
could indeed be trusted to carry out orders, but I wanted to give her a
little more of a test just to be certain. She still remained in
agreement. So I told her to unbutton her blouse. Without a word, she
did it. Then I told her to take it off and drop it to the floor. After
she did that, I told her to unhook her bra and drop it to the floor
too. She did that too, no complaint whatsoever. She was standing in the
corner, her back to me, nude from the waist up. So I told her she had
passed the test and to be at our house at 7:30 that evening. Then I
stepped out of the office, telling her she could dress and leave.

I felt like my heart was in my throat. I could hardly believe I had
done all that. And had actually put my idea in motion! And my husband
would be so shocked! It took me a while to calm down and get back to
work.

That day I lunched as I usually do with Jane who is my best friend and
works at the same company. We tell each other just about everything,
but even so, I'm not sure I would have told her about my plan except
that she asked me what was new and she has this little way of making me
feel prudish, daring me to prove her wrong. Well, even though I knew
her little ways, I found myself trying to get a rise out of her by
telling her something of my plan. So I told her I had decided to let my
husband have sex with another woman.

She was, indeed surprised and a little part of me felt smug at having
accomplished that. She wanted to know why, so I explained my husband's
interest in S & M and how I just wasn't cut out to do such a thing, and
that I decided to let my husband have some S & M fun with another
woman. She wanted to know if I was just going to let him go out and
find someone. I told her no--I would do the choosing.

Then she said something that flabbergasted me: she asked me if she
could be the one! I sat there with my mouth hanging open for the
longest time. I told her she couldn't be serious but she replied that
she certainly was. I told her it would have to be someone who would
allow my husband to tie her up and whip her. She said that was fine! I
told her it would be too weird for me, having my husband with a woman I
knew so well--I'd be jealous for certain. She said I should watch her
being punished and my jealousy would be eased--that maybe I would even
enjoy punishing her myself!

I still couldn't believe it. Here was Jane, arguing with me to let her
have sex with my husband! Finally I told her I already had a volunteer.
That floored her! After her initial astonishment, she professed to not
believe me. She demanded to know who. I finally broke down and told her
it was Anne. That shut her up. She looked thoughtful through the rest
of lunch, but didn't bring the subject up again.

Well after lunch I still had it on my mind that Jane found my husband
attractive and was willing to be whipped to have sex with him! It was
hard to work since I was so distracted by all my thoughts, but then I
had another interruption: about a half hour after lunch, Jane marched
into my office dragging Anne! I stood up immediately, but I didn't know
what to say!

"So it's true" she said. "And I found out you already had a little fun
yourself." I didn't know what to say. She went on: "So *you* enjoy it
*too*: being in control... giving orders!"

Anne just stood there, quietly. I still didn't know what to say. Jane
went on: "Or, perhaps... you identified with Anne as she submitted?" I
still stared at her, open-mouthed. I was so embarrassed I couldn't
believe it.

"We'll see which it is" continued Jane, "Come here." Jane is such a
leader, that when I'm around her I guess I am a follower.

"Give me your hands" I held them out and she immediately grabbed my
wrists and turned them back so I was forced to get down on my knees. We
stayed like that stock still for a while, me on my knees, Anne standing
in front of me, holding my wrists.

"Are you getting excited?" she asked, finally. I was breathing heavily.
She put her hand underneath my chin and turned my face up to her. Then
she softly caressed my face. Then she pushed a finger into my mouth.

"Suck" she said, just above a whisper. She drew her finger out and my
lips made a kissing sound.

"So now we know" she said and she drew Anne with her out of the office,
leaving me there on my knees, trembling and breathing hard. I knelt
there, not knowing what to do. Then I got up and tried to return to
work, but I got very little done the rest of the day.

Finally the day was over and I drove home. I walked in the front door,
and there was Jane, apparently in conversation with my husband! When I
appeared they stopped. Then Jane said to him, "Watch." Then she said
"kneel", obviously to me, in the stern voice she had used earlier in
the day. I wasn't going to do it. No way!

She quickly grabbed my wrists and forced me down just as she had done
earlier. I looked up at her but didn't say a thing. She looked down at
me. Then she squatted down in front of me, grabbed my blouse, and
ripped it open. I started to protest, but before I had uttered a sound,
she had one finger in front of her mouth in the "shush" sign. Then she
slowly approached me, put her arms around me without actually touching
me and pulled the blouse off. She was so close! Then she unhooked my
bra and pulled it off. I noticed Anne standing on the other side of the
room watching. Anne was fully dressed. Then Jane kissed me, her tongue
immediately invading my mouth. In three seconds I was on my back on the
floor and Jane was on top of me, still kissing me. One of her hands was
playing with my left nipple. I felt other hands pulling off the rest of
my clothes. Jane rolled over, pulling me on top of her. I felt my hands
restrained behind me and my feet were tied, too.

"You're gonna love the whip" Jane whispered in my ear.


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