Article 90161 of alt.sex.stories:
From: jsharpe@access.awinc.com (Caesar)
Subject: "Dream #3" (Mf, bd)
Date: 26 Oct 1995 22:58:09 GMT

			       Dream #3
				  by
			      Caesar(92)
		     (upon request from Samantha)

	My desires do run a little different than what some consider
"normal". Yet I'm not alone, a large underground full of people are
into my own kink. Normal, everyday people. With middle-class families
and kids, yet their desires do also run very slanted.

	Samantha was such a person. Her life was what I would call
"regular", at least the little I knew about it. To tell the truth I'm
not even sure if Samantha is her real name? I had only met her upon
the busy rush-hour transit an hour ago. And here she was standing in
my basement.

	With amusement I watched her look around at the toys and
articles of my kink. I watched her moist tongue lick along her already
moist lips, a very arousing sight. Her hands kept clenching and
unclenching her briefcase, which was also crossed before her as a if
it was a shield. I enjoyed her nervousness and uncertainty. It was my
game. Samantha was dressed very business-like, yet I had no idea what
she did, nor did I care. Tonight would be for pleasure not business.

	"I don't think I could do this." She said, her eyes unable to
come off one wall, which I called the "dungeon" side. I gave no
reaction nor did I deny her exit to my hideaway. The ground rules were
already set before she had stepped into my house. She could leave any
time, and I will not object or stop her. But while she was down in my
basement she was mine!

	We were strangers, I assumed her desires were stronger than
her common sense about strange men on transit trains. Why else would
she be here? Many of my new women were exactly like her. Samantha was
a lost flower in the wind and I am about to grasp her into my firm
grasp.

	If you had not guessed it by now, I am a dominate(dom) and
Samantha was to be my current submissive(sub). My "slave" if you will!

	I gave her time to look around. Knowing, that waiting for my
first order to be given was harder than the actual execution. Not for
all, of course, but the unknown sub was very nervous. Action may or
may not cure that. Did she have a husband at home? Perhaps even
waiting for her? I didn't care.

	"Take your clothes off Samantha." A simple statement, spoken
quietly and an air of non-compromise. The sub took a deep breath then
dropped her briefcase to the floor at her feet. She turned around
towards me and brought both hands to her throat to unclasp the broach
pinned there.

	The game was afoot!

	I leaned back against a wooden work horse, sanded down for
special uses, and openly admired the small woman. The one piece dress
took very little time to fall to the floor around her ankles. Her
shoes, hose, bra and panties followed. She finally stood straight
determined to continue with the game, daring me to look upon her
nakedness.

	"Let your hair down and take your earrings out." A little
surprised she pulled out the gold studs, the hair clasp also was
undone very quickly.

	Few people can stand naked in a warm damp dungeon and not feel
just a little nervous especially with a stranger watching minutely. I
let the silence hang for almost three minutes, while I scrutinized her
body. The hard nipples, the full bush between her legs were
complimentary in terms of what was to come next. She was a tiny woman,
with small round face and a cute small nose. The smile she wore when
she first came down my stairs was gone, now she bit the bottom of her
lip.

	"Turn slowly," she followed my directions, and I saw her small
tummy, her round buttocks, "stop." Her back was facing me. I was
presented with what I considered one of the most attractive features
upon a woman. The buttocks and legs. Both of which were very
attractive upon this lady.

	I considered asking her to bend over to allow me a formal
view, but dropped it when she began to speak. "I don't w... "

	I snapped, "Quiet!" After a deep sigh I explained, "as a slave
you don't speak without permission. Do you understand?"

	"Yes." Her voice was quivering slightly. Excellent!

	"You will address me by my the name Caesar. Again do you
understand?"

	"Yes Caesar!" She sounded determined. This was the part of my
program where a woman will have second thoughts and leave. I half-
expected this early thirtyish woman to do just that. She had a strong
will, but as a dom I know they were also the most fun to break.

	I again appraised her backside for a full five minutes, until
her body was trembling beyond control. Her torso was shivering as if
chilled. What to do with this lady?


	"In front of you slave is a rack, take out the leather stick
with the straps attached to the end." She walked over and returned,
her eyes wide and looking upon the horrifying object. Samantha was an
intelligent woman, she knew what the object was for.

	She stood in front of me and I took the cat from her hand.
"Don't move." Still leaning against the horse I pressed the hard tip
of the cat into her body. The butt rubbed along the round soft cheek
to her chin. Then down to her chest and up the firmness of her breast.
I took my time with everything, knowing the pleasure for both of us
will be easily compounded the longer we waited. She shivered very
violently as the hard end flicked her tight hard nipple. I didn't
tarry but continued down her smooth white skin to her belly button.
Again I left that area and ventured to her waist and hip, running up
and down the marvellous contour. The butt ran along her skin to her
knee where it quickly slide to the inside of her leg. I watched her
face as the end of the handle ran up along the inside of her thigh,
the extremely soft and inviting skin shivering against the hard
leather. Samantha bite the bottom of her lip, her eyes closed awaiting
the inevitable. I didn't press it to her sex, instead I flicked her
thick curly hair with it. Only for a second, let her have a taste and
she will come back for more.

	"Turn around slave." She did, her muscles quivering so much
that it seemed difficult for her to follow my instructions.

	Very gently I placed my palm upon her round right buttock that
faced towards me. "You are a very attractive lady Samantha," she of
course didn't say anything, my hand working up into the crack of her
bottom, "yes, you are a very exciting slave."

	"Thank you Caesar." She had added the perfect amount of
humility to her statement, simple perfection for a sub.


	"I'm going to punish you slave."

	"Thank you Caesar." Her body quivered violently again.

	I stood up from the polished horse and grunted for her to bend
face forwards over it. Very quickly her wrists and ankles were tied
tightly with an expertise that would not damage the attractive skin of
this woman. I had done this before! A male dom has to remember that
his sub's are still woman, that they still enjoy the delights of other
woman. Perhaps it was the pain, or the total domination that excited
them beyond what was "normal". A dom that remembers to fulfil his
sub's fantasies as well as his own - is one that is in demand.

	The leather strips of the cat ran along the smooth skin of her
back. A most peculiar sensation prior to being punished, if my sub's
are to be believed. In her position, Samantha presented her backside
to me, the length of her crack leading down to the sprout of hair
poking of that region. I may be prejudiced but I believe it is the
most attractive position for a woman to be placed in. Yet this sub was
not properly trained, "Arch your back slave, present your bottom for
my desires." She did, but could see that she was uncomfortable in such
a position. "This is a position that I require of you, if you tire and
forget, the punishment will be multiplied. Do you understand
Samantha?"

	"Yes Caesar." Her bottom was simply a work of art!

	I took a step back, and again admired the form before me. The
cat hissed through the air as I swung it back and forth, Samantha had
no idea if or when the first cut would be applied. All a part of the
game, I assure you. She tensed upon every swish through the air,
anxious and afraid for the sting of the cat. I was in control, and my
wish was paramount!

	The first cut with the cat surprised her, I had not used a
full swing and it barely made a sound until it hit her pale round
buttocks. Truthful, since I had not used my strength the sting would
not have hurt much, but Samantha yelled out in surprise. The leather
straps left delightful horizontal red marks upon her bottom, and to my
eyes very artfully.

	"Count out your punishment slave!" My voiced had a new edge,
fierce without room for discussion. This was not planned. Samantha was
even stimulating my passions. Very interesting. Usually with a sub I
was completely in control.

	She cried out, "... one... "!

	The cat swung full length, hissing through the air before
striking her bottom, the straps made a sharp dull noise against her,
the tips of the leather wrapping around her hip.

	"... two... "!

	With the next cut I used more force, my strength and desire
forcing the straps to hit her arched out bottom full force. She yelped
out before she yelled the next number in our sequence of pain.
Another, and another.

	"... ten... "!

	The sub was getting tired, her body looked exhausted, her
bottom a mass of red welts. But with my expertise none will
permanently scar her wonderful skin. She was also sobbing to herself.
Remember, reader, that always my sub has the choice to stop the
punishment at any time. Usually with code words, but with this new
slave all she had to do was say one of two words, "stop", or "no"!
Make no mistake, pain can be an aphrodisiac! Do not judge until you
try it.

	Ten may not sound like a large amount, but perhaps you have
never been under the cat. I have never acted the sub and never tasted
the whip. Two hundred years ago, sailors were punished in such a
fashion. Fourty lashes would decimate a lesser man. Think how
resilient this wonderful woman was, how strong her passion must be to
undergo the amount of pain involved. Marvellous!

	"That was an introduction Samantha," she gasped, expecting to
be given more ghastly punishments, "yet for your first visit I believe
you are put into your place." I had multitudes of ingenious pain
devices, but guessed this woman has enjoyed the pain of her punishment
more the subjugation. Perhaps on her next visit?!

	To my surprise I barely heard her whisper, "More Caesar."

	"Speak your mind slave."

	With a lost voice she answered, "I deserve more Caesar,
please!" It was almost a plea. Yes this woman was something special! I
was enjoying this!

	I smiled knowingly, then very quickly less she change her
mind, the cat bit her bottom yet again.

	"... eleven... "!

	Again, and yet again. Until even me, the dom, was concerned
for the amount of pain a lady can absorb.

	"... twenty four... "!

	My arm felt like lead, my body was covered in sweat. The last
cut fell upon her still arched out bottom.

	"... twenty five... "

	Samantha also sounded exhausted, her voice barely audible, her
body glistening delightfully with perspiration. No word was spoken,
yet both of us knew the punishment was finished. Neither of us could
take any more.

	She looked exhausted and spent, but still jumped when the cat
fell to the hardwood floor. Samantha was uncertain what I was doing
until I let the ice drip from between my fingers to her hotly stinging
buttocks. She gasped out in pleasant surprise, a small reprieve for
the punishment she had undergone. I used several chunks of frozen
water to give her appeasement. She was breathing heavy and sighing
with enjoyment from my attentions. The buttocks were indeed abused, it
would be several long days before this lady would be able to forget
the pain.

	The ice water dripped over her backside and her back, I
enjoyed giving her opposit sensations. The exposed skin was soaking
wet, her back even had goose bumps.

	"Your position slave!" I put a edge of danger in my voice, yet
it was an act. I knew I could not punish this woman any longer.

	She of course returned to her position very quickly. I was not
going to punish her, but I was not finished with the sub! I crouched
behind her, between her bound legs my face level with her bottom. My
breath must have felt peculiar upon those hotly glowing globes?!

	Samantha was more than a little delighted as my tongue licked
up the length of her sex, the touch gentle as a feather. This caused
her to force her backside out even more than the cat had done. She
whimpered delightfully. I could smell her aroma, it was intoxicating.
The taste addicting. Yes, the sub was excited, her arousal the result
of my earlier attentions. I licked along the inside of her thighs,
tasting the intermingled juices there. Tasting the ice water, sweat
and, god yes, her desire!

	More licks quickly followed after the first, all were
extremely light, barely even touching the wrinkled glistening inner
lips. My tongue spent equal amount of time upon the hard bud of her
clitoris, bringing the expected affect. My bound beauty was still my
slave, her excitement mine to give or take away. Her sex flowered
open, pulsating with desire and the need for a completion to my
attentions. I teased her, stopping my attentions to kiss her brightly
glowing bum cheeks, or to rub along the back of her legs, perhaps to
hold more ice to drip upon her. I even placed small chunks of ice in
my mouth, then placed my chilled tongue to her over-heated sex region.
She loved all!

	"Please Caesar... god... ," I kissed the hard bud of her
clitoris, "... yes... !" The better the slave she was the more
attention she received. And believe me when I say she was excited. I
forced her to await for her release. I have not the language to
explain the delightful contortions her body underwent in that strange
position, nor the sound of her voice as she begged, promised, and
asked for her release.

	It was finally time to bring this interlude to a conclusion
and brought my mouth to her need. My touches still light, my actions
patient yet this woman needed only the barest of my attentions before
the inevitable happened.

	Samantha orgasmed in a loud, violent, delightful way. Her
muscles quivered and shook without control or order. Her vagina was
hotly upon my tongue when her release happened, the already wet
surface became soaked with her passion, my tongue tasting the slightly
sharper tang of her spend. The muscles of her legs and buttocks almost
forced me from the tight confines, so violent were their reactions.
The lady's head came up and her body was a mass of clenched muscle as
the final ebbs washed through her. I could swear I followed the path
of her excitement ripple up than back down her body, so visible was
it.

	The reactions lasted for over fourty seconds.

	As expected she did not even realized she was untied until I
was standing next to her, holding a try with a cup of hot tea mixed
with brandy. A concoction a fellow dom told me about. The taste
reminiscent of the pain- pleasure of an encounter. I helped the lady
up and walked her exhausted body to the corner where a hidden door
revealed a small washroom. Soon she reemerged, showered and clean. I
helped her into her clothes, my eyes politely turning away. She sipped
the tea and complimented me upon its taste. Yet I could see she was
thanking me for more than that.

	I called her a cab, but just when she was ready to leave,
Samantha's eyes wandered to my covered crotch and the obvious bulge
hidden there.

	That was when I knew my sub would be back, next time she
wanted to taste something new. To repeat the pleasure she had felt
today, and to give her dom a present of her appreciation.

	It is the way of the game!

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