From: jsharpe@portal.ca (Caesar)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Marnie's All Tied Up" (Mf, bond)
Date: Sun, 25 Aug 96 09:36:48 GMT

		"There was a young girl of Ostend,
		Who her maidenhood tried to defend,
			But a Chasseur d'Afrique
			Inserted his prick,
		And taught that ex-maid how to spend."
				 -The Pearl No. 1	

			Marnie's All Tied Up
				  by
				Caesar
			    copyright 1996

	Caesar opened the door to the bedroom and looked down at the
pale naked skin of his Slave Marnie. Her back was to him and she lay
still upon the rumpled sheets. It had been a long evening but
pleasurable to the young master and dominant. His E-mail friend and
Slave provided a wonderful distraction to life's often tiresome
duties. He often found it difficult to keep the older woman
satisfied, as her energy often seemed boundless. The dominant had
found a way, more daring than he had yet to use, to quiet her down.

	The tiny woman's wrists were pulled back behind her and tied
off with one of her own stockings. The other stocking, white with a
lacy top, bound her ankles together. Caesar had been sure not to tie
the lingerie too tight to her body, it was to hold, not hurt. The man
came into the room and sat down on the bed behind his bound Slave. He
reached out to test the silk scarf which held her bound wrists and
ankles behind her. It forced her to bend at the knee and to bring her
tiny feet up. In this position she could only lay comfortably on her
side, which is the position he had left her in several hours before,
and the position he now found her in.

	Gently he lay his hand down upon her warm smooth hip, and half
expected her to jump from surprise, but she didn't. Marnie only lay
quietly, her breathing deep and steady. Last evening when she
appeared on time at the hotel room door, dressed in a almost casual
woolen skirt and loose blouse, Caesar felt as much desire for her as
the first moment they met in person. Only beneath this conservative
attire, did Caesar find and enjoy the woman who proclaimed herself his
Slave. The hours after her arrival were filled with orgasmic delight
and groans of passion. The same skin he now touched, rippled with
spasms as she panted her desires to him while allowing his dominance
to emerge in both a physical and mental merging between the two sexual
partners. The same skin had caused his manhood to rise several times,
while each successive orgasm which she taunted from him sapped his
strength and devoured his soul. Finally he was left exhausted. To
ensure a quiet evening he had tied his Slave and left her in the
bedroom alone for the evening. It had been extreme, but not the first
time he had tied her. Though it was the longest he had ever left her
bound.

	After the long hot shower, Caesar felt very refreshed and
ready to continue the day. Now, after seeing his Slave still bound and
remembering the enjoyment from hours earlier, he felt the heat of his
loins stir. His hand moved from her smooth hip to her fleshy upper
buttock. Its resilience had been proved time and again, as Caesar
had often found reason to spank this woman's pale skin to a bright
redness. Bending forward he simultaneously pulled apart her upper
cheek and looked into the shadowed crevice. He wasn't a stranger this
part of her anatomy, and again enjoyed the voyeuristic sight of her.
Only last evening his finger had enjoyed her tight rear opening as she
knelt before him, his cock stroking back and forth inside her vagina.
Gently, so as not to wake her, the twenty-something year-old master
bent awkwardly forward and placed a gentle kiss directly upon her
anus.

	Caesar liked her like this, unknowing of his visual enjoyment.
It sparked a voyeuristic mood in him. At his commands, his Slave would
masturbate or give him a wonderful sight to behold. Yet, when she did
not know that he was watching seemed nasty, and created a new rear a
centimeter, while leaving her still sleeping.

	The man, the master, pulled back before he woke her.
Something he did not want to happen yet. He wasn't finished playing
with his slumbering Slave. He let go of her skin and stood up off the
bed. Again he marveled at the woman who had succumb to his dominant
desires, of her own free will. Caesar shook his head, not
understanding the mind of a submissive, nor will he ever.

	His peripheral sight noticed the hastily discarded clothing
from the night before. A few steps and he was able to pick up one of
his Slave's white stockings. It no longer held Marnie's warmth but
bringing the thigh section to his nose allowed him to smell her stall
perfume and the natural smell of her skin. She had looked delightful
in these stockings last evening. When Marnie showed up at the door in
white undergarments, Caesar knew of her mood. It was the masters job
to interpret and use the knowledge of his Slaves feeling and moods to
help increase her desire. Last evening it had been easy. She had come
to him feeling submissive and desiring the special attention of her
master. Again, the thoughts of the night before gave him a shiver of
excitement.

	Bending again, he retrieved her white satin panty. There was
not much to the garment as it was meant more for highlighting feminine
features rather than warmth or for enjoyment inside him. Again a kiss,
longer, lingering upon the hard muscle long enough to get a taste of
her.  He sat back and licked his lips, his eyes never coming off her
bottom, while tasting her sweat, dried sexual juices, and even the
earthy taste of her bottom. Again he bent towards her, this time his
tongue spearing out to taste her. Caesar wasn't rough in this oral
intercourse with her asshole, rather a forceful pressure that was
effective in that he found his tongue entering Marnie's modesty. The
smell this time held a more distinctive scent. One that Caesar had
come to know intimately. It was the smell of her sex. The center of
many hours of his attention. Last evening he had ordered her to keep
the panties on, and not to reach beneath them. The lacy white satin
had acted as a gate to her overheated sex, and a few hours after she
had first set foot in the hotel room she was begging and wiggling about
before him just to be given permission to touch her bare vagina. The
power of Marnie's desires often startled him, yet each time he enjoyed
it immensely.

	Walking about the bed, Caesar stood before his slumbering
Slave. One hand holding her white undergarment to his nose, the other
absentmindedly stroking his semi-hard phallus. He knelt before the
bed, his cock mere inches above his Slave's cheek. How often had he
teased her with his cock, used the sight of his enjoyment to further
hers. This organ in his hand had entered every hole of his Slave's
body, had shot forth its tribute inside her again and again, and even
left the pearl colored tribute upon her pale skin more times that
countable. She turned him on, by being herself. By being his
submissive.

	Caesar bent forward as he had done behind her. This time, his
lips came in contact with her forehead and he gave the Slave a chaste
kiss. Then another, lower down on her brow. Another, on her raised
cheek. Finally he came to her lips and kissed them almost
passionately. His eyes still open, and his lips touching hers, the
master desired another lewd action. He licked her lips to moisten
them. Kneeling straight again before and above her, Caesar bent his
hardened cock down to press the softness of the penis head to those
same moist lips.

	When he pulled away, he noticed a syrup string of his pre-cum
still joining them. It was attached to her red upper lip and the
center of his cock. It was a lewd and exciting sight. If she was
awake, as he was starting to wish she was, he would take her now.
Probably not even taking the time to undo her bindings.

	Instead, the man looked up and down her flanks and then
stroked his cock faster. Bending forward he was again able to milk the
clear liquid from his cock and left a large bead of it upon her perky
upper breast. A inch from the nipple. The clear image of her last
orgasm flashed in his minds eye, and Caesar felt a lurch in between
his legs. She was the woman of his fantasies, his Slave. She loved
every action he did to her, never once saying the word "no". As he had
once said she was able to say, to escape anything she did not wish to
participate in. Another image of his Slave upon her stomach, his cock
embedded inside her ass rocked through him and he found himself again
licking his lips. And another, this time sight as she could not keep
her hands from between her legs as she suckled his cock for a long
drive they had gone on. If she was the woman of his fantasies, then
she was the woman of his dreams. The face to those unnamed women in
his teenage fantasies from a decade ago.

	She still slept soundly, evidence of the result of the
enjoyment from hours before. His hand flashed up and down his cock, as
the familiar tightening of his balls spelled the inevitable. Caesar
felt his organ widen momentarily before the first jerk and the shot of
his spend came out of him. He stroked the jerking cock, gasping for
breath as his orgasm again sapped his strength. Quickly, so not to
leave the whole mess upon his Slave's lovely skin, he quickly brought
the white panty to the head of his cock. Leaving much of his sperm
inside her undergarment. It was a fulfilling moment.

	Caesar wasn't exhausted as he anticipated he would be after
another orgasm. It had not been that long since the marathon of love
and figured another would suck his energy quickly from his body. He
sat back onto his heels and looked down at his Slave. A string of
pearl colored spend was on the upper part of her cheek, dripping down
into her half open mouth. Her body still lay quietly and still, it he
was startled to see her eyes looking into his.

				 -*-

From: jsharpe@portal.ca (Caesar)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Marnie's Day On The Sandbar" (Mf)
Date: Sun, 25 Aug 96 09:37:49 GMT

		     Marnie's Day On The Sandbar
				  by
				Caesar
			    copyright 1996

	If you own a sailboat, especially one that is a 'live aboard'
and has room for guests then you know how many people want to be your
friend. It got so bad that I disappeared four days out of six
somewhere up the coast of British Columbia with a cellular phone
number only a few knew.

	That is not to say I don't mind friends coming over and having
a bit of fun. Rather I take exception to those that couldn't be
bothered to give me any of their time when I was a broke student a few
years ago. Nope, savor the true friends I've learned.

	Yet, I'm not here to have a bitch session about how people
seem to just end up wanting to come over for an hour or a weekend.
Nope, rather it's simply about an afternoon I shared with my Slave
Marnie. The friend part is just how we ended upon a sandbar for an
afternoon.

	I'm Caesar, if you haven't yet read any of my other accounts
between my Slave and I.

	Well, I love the ocean - it seems to be a part of me. Always
has been since I grew up in Prince Edward Island and played catch with
jelly fish and used seaweed as a mattress to lay upon. So, living on
the ocean was how I spent my money and my free time. It was during a
weekday that I planned on going back out, I'm able to work off the
boat as long as my cellular can connect to the Internet. Well David
and his girlfriend had sort of dropped by and we shared a tiny supper
together. I invited them along for a four day cruise up the Strait of
Georgia to discover a new inlet to anchor. The last, I had to leave
when I became frustrated when another sailor woke me up late one night
playing the damn bagpipes.

	I'm really getting to the point, stay with me.

	The first three days were great, and David and his friend were
very accommodating and helped crew my ship. My Slave Marnie was
subdued, at least in expressing her own sexuality. Normally she barely
wore clothing about my ship. Having guests did really crimp on my sex
life.

	Now, I'm not complaining but rather giving evidence that
another way had to be found. Normally we had days to ourselves,
without anyone within sight, and after only a few hours it seemed that
my friends were suffocating us.

	Or maybe I was just horny. If you know me then you'd probably
agree.

	So, late on the fourth morning, I threw a few things into the
zodiac and then guided my Slave down into it. Dave and his girlfriend
waved us goodbye, and I think they were anxious to be alone on my
boat. I'm sure they sampled a bit of sexual play while we are gone.

	Around the point we soon found ourselves out of sight and
hopefully out of mind. Marnie leaned over and grasped the bulge in my
shorts as soon was we lost sight of the hull. "Why don't you find a
spot and park this dory?" The grin she gave me left little to doubt
her intentions. It seemed my Slave, and very good friend, was
insatiable when it comes to sex. Oh well, I'm sure you're not going to
feel sorry for me huh?

	Laughing, I aimed towards a group of rocks out past the
visible land.

	Now, if I don't put a stop to any advances Marnie may give she
would continue until her objective had been reached. We were both the
same in that regard. Busy rowing, I didn't mind her familiar hand upon
my covered cock. It may have been enough to convince her to continue
with her objective. As often was the case, that objective was my dick.
Big surprise, though that certainly is not a complaint.

	I watched and silently thanked myself for such a desirable
wench for a Slave. As she pulled my loose shorts to the side, freeing
my already half hard cock, and then leaned forward and engulfed my
manhood into her hungry mouth.

	Now, Marnie loves to suck cock. In the morning, at night,
before sex or between sex - she just can't seem to be get enough of my
manhood in her warm wet mouth. As you may well imagine, I greatly
enjoy this aspect of our relationship. I sometimes can be a greedy
bugger about my pleasure.

	At that moment, it was no different. Yet, I had to pilot the
small craft while trying to enjoy those sucking lips. I wasn't too
successful and simply dropped my work and grabbed the back of her
head. Not that she would stop without a direct command from me, rather
I wanted to guide the speed of her bobbing face. I wanted to finish
very quickly, the lack of an orgasm those last couple of days now
forced my blood to boil quicker than normal and my Slave enjoyed every
moment. If left to her own devices she could make oral love to that
part of my anatomy for an hour, I couldn't wait an hour.

	I often thought that at such moments, the Slave became the
Master. That her lips controlled our relationship and I would do just
about anything for her to finish me at that moment. Though, I've not a
submissive bone in my body as I'm sure my friends would tell you if
asked, it's the only time I find myself being 'controlled'.

	Okay, so it took me less time to shoot my cum down the hungry
throat of my Slave than it took to write these last few paragraphs
explaining it. My only excuse is that lack of sex the couple days
before. At that moment, neither of us were worried, after my initial
quick release, the next would be memorable.

	My senses finally returned while my Slave licked my wilted
cock slowly, savoring every intimate touch. Our craft was almost upon
the shore north of the cluster of rocks I had been aiming for.

	Well rather than fight the waves back out, I simply grounded
the zodiac up onto the rocky beach. I doubt if my Slave even noticed
that we had beached yet, and I had to lifted her face by her chin to
bring her attention back.

	I simply winked at her and knew she understood. I greatly
enjoyed that blow job, and that I would be returning the favor soon
enough. She smiled brightly at me. Sometimes I thought words were
unimportant and that I was able to convey more with them. She had been
my Slave and companion long enough to get the non-verbal message I
conveyed.

	Lord she was a great Slave and a beautiful woman!

	We jumped out of the craft and as I secured it with the anchor
she gathered the small day packs for us. "I wanted to see those rocks
so hows that for a destination?"

	"Sounds great. Do you want to carry the heavy one?" She was
joking, of course I would carry the heavy pack. Hell, if I didn't, do
you think I'd tell you?

	It was only a few hundred meters and at the deepest, half a
meter of water before we found ourselves standing on a sandbar at the
foot of rocks. When I was a kid I knew of the best places to go to get
clams and after a few quick looks knew this was a great spot to dig a
few up.

	Dropping our packs and of course my Slave's shorts and bathing
suit, while leaving only a oversized white shirt covering her, on the
shadowed side of the rocks. I asked her to gather some kelp and smiled
at the face she made and then turned to go back to some ankle deep
water we had passed through to get at our small camp.

	I watched my Slave often, enjoying the sight of her semi-clad
body as she timidly picked out the cleanest pieces of weed. It was an
amusing sight, her the city girl, one that I always enjoyed showing a
life outside of the concrete and steel places.

	Before long, I had dug up half a leather pail of generous
sized clams and Marnie had lost her tender attitude towards the kelp.
I knew it would happen, that she would discover there was nothing
wrong with the seas weed and her timidness was gone before I returned.

	"What is all this seaweed for Master?"

	I dropped a small handful of dried beach wood. "To cook with -
or don't you want lunch?"

	"I'd rather have more of your cock!" I looked up at her
bluntness. That is my Slave, my private little slut. Just the way I
liked her. She grinned at my gentle and patient look, "Seaweed -
yuck?"

	"Steamed clams are great lass. Now, I'm just going to set this
bucket to sit for a while to clean 'em out. Make sure the tide doesn't
take it out so keep half an eye on it."

	"Sure. You ready for your next lesson in swimming?"

	I grinned and started to pull off my clothing, she immediately
giggled and did the same with her last remaining garment. The lesson
was a private joke, that I could barely tread water and loved the sea,
while she's a city girl who swim with ease. Frustrating for a
dominant, in an embarrassing sort of way.

	I may not be able to swim but I can hold my breath and jump
the waves easily. And that is essentially what I ended up doing. She
practically swam laps about me and we played sort of a erotic tag
which she allowed me to win. I would never have caught her in the
water. The ocean was a comfortable sixteen degrees centigrade, just
cold enough that my manhood was a very embarrassing size. After a
stern look she at least tried to stifle the laugh that appeared when I
went back to the cluster of rocks.

	In all, it was a grand few hours. Afterwards, laying on the
beach mat, naked of course, in the shade talking about some goals we
had set as a couple that were coming up in the near future. I drank
gatorade and I believe she drank iced tea.

	It just felt like the right moment, one that poets write
about, so I leaned over and gently kissed my desirable and lovely
Slave. My lips welded to hers and our mouths widened while her tongue
began to play by finding mine. My hands found her buttock and I
enjoyed that round smooth flesh while her hand grasped my still shrunk
cock.

	She pulled away, "Oh, your cock is cold."

	"See I told you, shrinkage."

	"I know about shrinkage. It just feels very cold."

	"Then warm it up Slave." Ah, finally the one instruction I'm
sure she had been waiting for nearly as much as I had anticipated
giving it. Her mouth was indeed very warm and I allowed my reaction
to echo across the water. None could hear so why not?

	That didn't last long as I pulled her face from my lap and
threw her playfully upon her back. "Let's see if you're cold lass."
With as much patience as she showed, in other words none, I slide my
tongue between the outer folds of her labia. It was cold and she made
her own enjoyable sound as my hot tongue, previously warmed in her
mouth, began to dance between her hairy vaginal lips. It was a game, I
ignored her clitoris while she tried to move her hips to get that love
button beneath my tongue. Of course it didn't work. How could I let
it, I was enjoying her reactions to my tongue moving rhythmically in
and out of her vagina and infrequently a quick but firm lick lower
down upon her anus.

	She tasted salty from the sea. Damn, I enjoyed that upon a
woman's skin.

	I pulled my face from between her thighs, "Ask nice?"

	You see, she had been requesting me to finish her off to get
my tongue upon her clitoris or to drive my cock deep with her cunt. I
did neither and ignored her pleas and whines. It rarely ever worked,
but I think she knew I enjoyed the sound of her voice during those
moments.

	Yet, now I want her to ask. "Please make me come Master."

	"Not good enough Marnie."

	"Please Master," she spread her legs very wide apart and then
using one hand pulled her vaginal lips apart exposing all, "make me
come." She had used just the right about of a whine and pleading.

	Yet, it wasn't what I wanted. "Not bad Slave, but we are out
here with no one around I want you really hear you ask."

	This time it was obvious she understood my meaning. Marnie
suddenly used her talented voice and shouted out, "Make me come
Master! Make me come!"

	What else could I do - I finished what I started of course.

	Afterwards, though not long afterwards I had her lick her own
spend from my face. I always enjoy when my Slave does that. As well I
left her in her afterglow to light a small fire and start our late
lunch.

	We both trooped around that sandbar like castaways, not a
stitch of clothing and our skin and hair salted by the sea. Marnie dug
around in both packs, "Where is the butter?"

	"I don't use butter, there is vinegar in the clear bottle."
She made a face, but since our time together she learned to try it
before passing judgment. If you've never tried vinegar with clams, or
even muscles or lobster, give it a try. I'm certain you'll not regret
it. It's what I used growing up on the east coast of Canada.

	Well it took awhile for the clams to open up but we did it and
the supper was very tasty. The best feed of clams I've had for years.
They taste better just from the ocean and eaten upon the beach. And if
you have a naked Slave to dip your clam for you, well as you can
imagine that was a slice of heaven on earth.

	I guess I can tell you that I used my Slave's navel as a place
to hold the vinegar. Somehow dipped clams tasted better that way.

	With the familiar content look on her face, I think she rather
enjoyed it also.

	Not being overly full at our feast, I was starting to feel
rather randy. My Slave had noticed my half mast cock while we ate, and
my gaze feasting on more than just the seas bounty, but had said
nothing about it.

	I stood up and faced her with my cock merely a few a meter
away. "You wanna taste more of my clam Master?" My manhood rose
quickly as if knowing what it was going to end up doing.

	"I'm full thanks." She laughed at that lame joke. "On your
knees Slave!" I spoke rather loudly and was feeling natures power with
my veins.

	I wasn't in the mood for a slow gentle love session, but
rather I wanted to fuck my Slave. She moved quickly, and I wondered if
she was feeling much the same as I was, and aimed her bottom up
towards me. One of the greatest assets I thought my Slave possessed
was sexual and emotional empathy towards my desires. When I wanted a
hard fuck, she often mirrored this desire. It made for very exciting
moments.

	Using a gentle finger I discovered she was wet, but not overly
so. I knelt behind her spread knees and slapped her raised ass with my
stiff cock. She laughed and wiggled her ass towards me. "Touch
yourself Slave, get that pussy of yours ready for me!"

	I was stroking myself and infrequently slapping her ass with
my cock while I intently watched her hand move between her legs. It's
always an erotic sight that I never tired of, watching my Slave
pleasure herself. She knew this, and her touches were just as much for
me as they were for her own pleasure. Marnie had a way of showing me
when her body was ready to receive mine, often it involved showing me
the excitement of her sex. This time was no different and she pulled
apart the lips of her sex with two fingers then slide the middle one
into herself. I watched her finger fuck her own cunt, knowing that she
would only do that if she was ready for me.

	I simply slapped her busy hand with my cock and she withdrew
her fingers. It moved easily between her womanly folds, as her sex
engulfed my cock hungrily. We both sighed out loudly with pleasure.
If you've never fucked on or in the ocean you wouldn't understand.
And if you had the luck to be alone with your mate and nature while
having sex you may understand when I say, it was simply great! I held
upon her hips and began to pound my cock in and out of her body. She
had lowered herself until her shoulders lay upon the ground and I
could feel both her hands between our legs. One was playing with my
swinging balls the other I'm certain was manipulating her over
sensitive clitoris.

	It's been far too long since I had sunk myself within this
woman's body. She was very responsive and bucked and thrashed her
person below me. It simply heated my blood more and I drop viciously
in and out of her. We rutted with nature as a witness and for myself
it added to the excitement.

	I'm not sure how long I lasted, but I was a bull and could
only think of shoving that hard pole between my legs into the woman
who willingly submits to me. It may have been her orgasm that woke my
senses enough that I saw her sweaty body thrash below me and I wanted
more, something different. Pulling from her cunt I rolled her over
onto her back and simply aimed my cock again at that pleasurable hole.
It was welcomed with a groan of pleasure and hands clawing at my back
and head.

	I wasn't finished and was prepared to fuck for hours if that
was what it took.

	Since it's long after and I'm recalling the moments as I type,
you and I know I could lie to you. That I could tell you my cock was
twelve inches long and I fucked my Slave for almost two hours. It
would be a blatant lie.

	I will admit I had no concept of time and that my cock is
sufficient for my own use and obviously for my Slave's.

	When I did finish, and lordy did I finish, I filled my Slave's
clutch with a generous amount of my man cream. She was practically
hanging below me, her ankles crossed around my hips and her hands
hugging her torso up against mine. Marnie was a tiny woman and moving
her hips up to meet my own and when I began to grunt like the
passionate animal I am, she follow suit only a few seconds behind me.

	So to be a gentleman, I pushed myself as far into her I could
go and flooded her depths. My own groans echoed above her high pitched
squeals.

	Well, if you're here only to read about the sex, you can stop
reading now. You see, we both lay intertwined for maybe an hour until
the sun came about the rocks and began to bake us. I was sweaty and
found the strength to carry my Slave over my shoulder out into the
water. The water cooled and catered to our exhaustion.

	The day wasn't over, but our privacy was nearly at an end. We
found that our return passage had dropped at least another meter
beneath the water as the tide came in. Rookie mistake, that happens
infrequently thank goodness. We both swam back to the north shore, me
taking frequent rest breaks, and I brought the zodiac out to the rocks
to collect our day packs.

	Well thats about it.

	Our day on the sandbar. Filled with sexual play and not so
sexual play. I promised myself that we would have to do this more
often. Seeing how my tired Slave practically glowed from our
afternoon's fun, I knew that was a promise I would definitely keep.

				 -*-

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: jsharpe@portal.ca (Caesar)
Subject: "Marnie's Fitting Punishment" (Mf, ds, bond)
Date: Sun, 25 Aug 96 09:38:49 GMT

		     Marnie's Fitting Punishment?
				  by
				Caesar
			    copyright 1996

	Sometimes Marnie makes me so mad. The thing is, she knows
exactly what she does to me and I think she enjoys it. More often than
not it rarely gets on my nerves or even bothers me in the least. Each
person must follow their own path I've always believed. Only in this
case, I'm able to punish Marnie when her path isn't going the
direction I wish it to go.

	You see, Marnie is my Slave.

	Oh, I know the stigma when someone hears that word, "Slave".
Yet, don't label either of us too harshly. In fact, I doubt any
judgment that you make would make a difference to the way I live my
life.

	Contrary to to the definition, Marnie has chosen her lifestyle
with full consent and can leave it at any moment. In fact, all she has
to say is "no" and I would stop whatever I'm doing. It is really that
easy. We both know it and live with that knowledge. Yet, if that word
is ever uttered then our relationship could never continue as it had
been. Once that word is spoken then she would no longer be my Slave.

	It has yet to be uttered.

	Oh, by the way, my name is Caesar. I'm Marnie's Master and,
this may surprise you, friend. A Slave is not simply a sexual object,
though at times I certainly use her in this fashion, it's a lifestyle
between two consenting adults. Out of the privacy of our lives, we are
two upper middle class individuals that hold jobs and do all that
other couples do.

	In fact that is one reason why I'm writing this today. You
see, right now my Slave Marnie is kneeling next to my seat waiting for
my attention. It's early Sunday morning, I don't normally sleep much,
and we had both just emerged from the small shower. She will stay
kneeling like that until I say otherwise, if you never enjoyed the
life of a submissive or dominant you would not understand.

	Marnie doesn't know it yet, but I'm not mad at her any longer.
In fact, I'm feeling rather good. She, on the other hand, most
probably remembers the blows to her bottom that she received as
punishment and wonders if my quiet way of dealing with her this
morning means I'm still angry with her. On the contrary actually.

	I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.

	It all started last evening at a friends party. Nothing
special, just that he wanted to show off his new girlfriend and his
new condominium. It's been a tough climb for him and he is deserving
of a small bash with a few friends.

	Well John had a bit much to drink and his mouth was speaking
before his brain gave the go ahead about an hour before midnight. I
had been talking with another friend about some business contracts
coming up, I always seem to end up talking business wherever I go, and
excused myself at an opportune moment in the conversation. I
maneuvered through the crowd and made my way to the tiny kitchen,
worst part of his apartment actually. I saw that Marnie, yes the same
one I was referring to earlier, and John we talking about something
while three others crowded around laughing.

	Well my Slave can be the life of the party or she may sit in
the corner and watch everyone else. Usually I found it took something
to bring the former out, and when I got within hearing range I found
out exactly what that was.

	"... no details mind you."

	Marnie was leaning in towards John and pushed for more
information, "What else did he say?"

	"Just that you're his Slave." Damn! Though this is the way we
have decided to live our private lives, it's not normally for public
consumption. Though nothing was agreed between my Slave and I, it felt
as if I had broken a confidence. Which John just revealed to my Slave
and a few witnesses.

	"Nothing else?" Just as I stood behind one of the onlookers
who noticed me and looked embarrassed, Marnie reached around and
pulled John's unstable drunk torso against her tiny frame. "Come on
you can tell me anything John."

	He looked surprised at the contact and shook his head
negatively. Yet, Marnie wasn't to be put off so fast. She didn't know
him well enough to see that he was actually speaking the truth, that
John know of her submissive lifestyle with me but no details of any
sort. I wondered if her actions were for her own inquisitiveness or a
show for the viewers.

	"Come on Johnny?" Just as she spoke this Marnie lowered her
hand from his waist down to his buttock. From my position behind I
could see that she gained a good handhold and gave my friend a firm
grasp.

	What happened next went very fast. John dropped the beer
bottle in his grasp, Canadians love their beer, and that fell on the
overcrowded counter and a thunderous crash as several empty and half-
filled alcohol bottles began a domino effect. Then he jerked forward
into the edge of the counter and tried to get away from that tiny but
strong hand. In his drunken haze he simply slipped on the bottles
about his feet to land comically upon his ass. It was obvious he was
not hurt except maybe his pride. There was a few screams and a couple
of hands reached for John as he fell between the three onlookers. Yet,
it was Marnie that I saw and watched.

	Marnie had lost her gripe when John felt down upon the floor,
and hearing the laughs and screams, the loudest of which came from the
woman I stood behind, my Slave turned her head. I could see her
playful mischievous smile and she played the last few seconds up to
the credit of her acting abilities.

	Yet, that smile immediately ended when her eyes found my own
glaring towards her. Marnie could see my displeasure at her game. To
be truthful, I wasn't sure if I was mad at her free hands or the way
she made one of my friends look pathetic.

	Thats what started it.

	I'll not go into details about the minutes before we finally
left the party or how I became very cold towards her. It was only a
fifteen minute drive, when not in midday traffic, to my boat and my
home. With the top down on my Jeep she had to raise her voice, as she
attempted to laugh and then excuse what I had witnessed. Finally just
pulling into my parking space her voice turned angry as she tried to
place the blame onto me.

	Of course, I was partially at fault. That I had told John
anything about our relationship was breaking a confidence of sorts.
Though I was too angry at what I saw to even think straight about
that. Those thoughts would come later. It happened rarely but logic
sometimes escapes me.

	I took quick long steps down to the wharf and to my sloop.
Marnie half ran and walked to keep up to me. I ignored her completely.
I'm not even sure if she had ever seen me angry before, how I became
cold and very distant. It was definitely a new side to her Master. A
side that must have convinced her this was not a game, that my anger
was more than just a desire to paddle her bottom or as a prelude to a
hot passionate sexual encounter.

	No, in fact I didn't desire her at all at that moment. When I
finally entered my boat and Marnie silently came down the ladder
behind me, I felt like I was about to lose my temper. I couldn't look
at her, I couldn't even settle my own breathing. I knew that I had to
get away or I may do something I would regret.

	I pushed passed her as I started for the ladder. She looked
surprised, "Where... "

	Immediately I interrupted, "Wait for me in the bedroom." I
escaped into the night and walked for some distance barely noticing
the spray of water crashing the sea wall and soaking my casual
clothing.

	Don't get me wrong, she can and often does get me mad, yet
never that I had to leave to regain my composure. If there was
anything in life I feared it was loosing my temper. When it happened,
nothing good ever came about it. It had not happened in years, long
before I ever met my Slave. Oh, I definitely planned on punishing
Marnie. Though I have never, nor will I ever, raise a hand to her in
anger. That, simply, was what the walk was for.

	I'm not even sure how long it took before I returned to my
sailboat. A dim light from a port hole was evidence that Marnie was
still awake and awaiting me. I found her as I had requested, in the
stern cabin upon the comfortable raised bed.

	She sat wearing only a translucent white teddy that I had
purchased for her some time ago and matching white stockings. Marnie
looked lovely and I knew that this was a way for her to appease me. It
wouldn't work.

	I stood at the foot of the bed and coldly spoke, "I want you
naked." It wasn't usual that Marnie was silent, yet I knew the look
in my eye told of the dangerous mood I was in. She took the revealing
and very sexy lingerie off, all the while keeping my eye. She sat
kneeling waiting for me to say something else.

	Coming around I pulled her firmly down upon her stomach and
pulled her wrists to the corner of the bed. In a small drawer there
were some silken cords that had seen recent use and I again used it to
bind her wrists together and then to the corner of the bed.

	"Master, please it is too tight." I ignored her but made a
note to watch the skin of her hands for discolouration.

	Then did the same to her ankles, binding them with a gentle
touch of the silk scarf and then tied that to the opposite corner of
the bed. She was effectively bound, stretched diagonally across the
bed, helpless to my whim.

	I took my light jacket off and opened a discrete shelf below
the raised bed. It was the stern leather crop that I had purchased for
our mutual amusement and perhaps enjoyment. Though it had been used
more than once upon her, never as a serious punishment. Each kiss of
that oiled leather had been for pleasure and perhaps experimentation.
How much could Marnie endure? I had learned the limits some time ago
and knew that would now be tested.

	I haven't ever explained what my Slave looked like have I? Now
may be a good time. Why? Well it was her bottom that most of her
punishments were applied too, last evening had been no different.
Yet, that bottom, that smooth white round skin as without flaw or
marks. I had spent many a moment fondling, kissing, and even spanking
that flesh. It was so fine that a firm squeeze with a hand left a mark
for several minutes. A spanking would last for hours. And the crop,
well this morning in the shower Marnie still sported red welts from
her punishment.

	Marnie was a tiny woman, in every way. She was petite, and had
cute facial features. She could be called attractive and even sexy at
her best moments, yet Marnie would only settle for "cute". She was
also a few years older than me and sometimes I wondered if that held
some of the attraction between us. The younger Master and the older
submissive.

	It was obvious to her what I was about to do and perhaps why,
since she never once questioned me on my anger. Normally she could
talk up a storm and even get me to change my mood into something else.
I guess that was what the white lingerie had been for, to change my
mood. It didn't work. You see, my Slave wore different colors to match
her, or sometimes, my mood. White gave off a message that I didn't
mistake, though this time I did ignore.

	"Master," she dare not call me by my name while I was in this
frame of mind I had guessed, "please read my journal?"

	I barked back, "Quiet!"

	On my instructions, my Slave had kept a literary journal on
the laptop I had loaned her. It was the journal of a submissive, about
her thoughts, emotions, and desires. It was an idea I had formulate
some time ago and she seemed to enjoy it. We both very much liked to
express ourselves in the written word that it was sometimes a way for
us to tell the other what our real thoughts actually were. Though, I
had some time ago made the decision that anything in her journal could
never be used against her, that it was for me, I could not turn that
part of her to my benefit. It was a way for me to learn more about
what was in the mind and heart of the woman that knelt to me. It had
always worked.

	The laptop sat on the ledge above the bed, closed, but that
meant nothing. After a few seconds wondering if I even should try
reading it, I decided and reached for the tiny computer. I took it out
to the table and sat down before turning up the lid and waited as the
power returned.

	I read the lengthy admission of her anger, embarrassment and
then her wish for atonement. Normally this would have turned my mood,
this coupled with those sexy white stockings could get my blood
boiling easier than a teenagers first blow job. Yet, I was cold, my
heart turned to stone and I knew that she had to be punished. If for
no other reason than my desire to complete something that I had
decided in heated emotion. Thinking back, it may have been a test of
my own dominant feelings.

	She is a wonderful woman. Strange that I write that now just
before I explain how I finally punished her. Perhaps I would not have
even bothered with a punishment if I did not care for her so much.
Does that make sense? Perhaps you must be a dominant or just taste a
piece of my life to understand.

	I returned to the cabin and my patient Slave.

	"I apologize for telling John that you are my Slave. It was
wrong of me lass." She turned her head to look hopefully at me. Then I
watched her eyes as she saw me pick the leather crop back up where it
lay next to her hip.

	There would be no reprieve.

	I felt its long firm ridged surface and ignored her fearful
looks. I think she knew it wasn't going to be a punishment that
precluded one of our hot love making sessions. Rather it was a Master
punishing his Slave, as base and simple as that. I like to think that
Master's have been punishing their Slave's in this way for thousands
of years. It was times like this, that her resolve to be the
submissive is tested to the fullest.

	The first strike startled even me. It wasn't very graceful and
some of the power was lost in the awkwardness of its strike though
Marnie jerked against the silk and grunted in surprise. Already that
tantalizing white skin was turning red.

	"Master!" She screamed watching my arm raise for another
strike.

	The next was much harsher and her body jerked in pain. I was
ethereal as I felt somehow distant from what I was doing to the body
that I had so often enjoyed. Now, as I sit here remembering all that
happened only hours before, I can't seem to remember how many strikes
I pressed to that wonderful bottom or if Marnie had even used that
magic word to stop me. I do remember the last blow, as I muttered,
"One for the Queen!" as it struck her bottom for the last time.

	Well, that was her punishment. Or maybe it was deeper than
that, maybe it was some mental and emotion crises that was overcome.
Yet, it doesn't matter any longer, my Slave is now kneeling next to me
and that is what really matters.

	Her bottom, which I inspected this morning as she still slept,
was raw and most probably will be sore for days to come. No permanent
harm would ever come to that tender skin, as long as I'm her Master,
though it may be temporarily marked at my whim.

	Pardon me, I was about to leave this short tale at this point,
and had. In fact, I had showed my Slave my true feelings this
wonderful morning and now as I type her experienced and very
pleasurable lips are sucking my cock back into hardness. I can look
down right now and see the pleasure in her eyes, possibly even
mirroring my own.

	So, as her mouth works upon me I thought I would finish this
by telling what happened after I dropped the crop.

	Originally I was just going to write about the punishment my
Slave underwent and why. Yet, somehow, the punishment isn't what this
few lines of text are about. It's about the interaction and our
relationship as a couple, the Master and his Slave.

	Afterwards, I stood staring with my mind in a cloud at her
cheeks. Slowly reality returned and I could see its glowing surface
and heard her sobs. It was finished, the pain was finished and though
I regretted what had happened, somehow I thought it was necessary on a
deep mental level. It was a very base thought, the Master punishing
his Slave. I went to the head and removed my clothing and quickly
showered to clear my thoughts and to allow my Slave time with her own.

	Upon entering my cabin once again, I carried a large soft
towel and several soaking cold clothes. Still bound, I began to gently
place the cloth over the raised globes of her bottom. She hissed as
the fabric touched her, surely it must have hurt. I then gave her body
a sponge bath, doing the whole of her exposed skin. The both of us
were silent and I felt some tension still in the room but ignored it.

	Removing the silken bindings I rolled her over onto her side,
knowing the sensitive skin of her ass would be too much to lay upon
her back. Then I continued with her quick bath and finished her
front. Finally I gently dried her with the towel and rolled her back
onto her front.

	All this time she was silent, trying to avoid my eyes. Did she
feel like a punished little girl or like a woman betrayed. I hoped for
the former. For I still desired her as a companion and would treat her
as my desirable possession as long was I am able.

	I then found and rubbed a generous amount of her body cream
into her skin. Paying special attention to the hot almost throbbing
skin of her ass. It took me a very long time as I tried to reach every
inch of her body, between the toes and even behind her ears. I was
very familiar with her body and used that knowledge to only use soft
attentive touches that touched her body for our mutual pleasure.

	Don't mistake my ministrations as guilt for what I had just
done to my Slave's body, rather it was my pleasure at comforting her
and without words, telling her that the worst was over. Often I had
tended to her body, bound or not, enjoying my hands upon her. It's
something I like and it's something that I will continue to do. I
think she always enjoyed the attention I gave her, almost worshiping
my Slave as she does at times for me.

	I pulled the light sheet up to her shoulders and started to
retreat from the room.

	"Master?" Her voice was hoarse, most probably from screaming
out in pain.

	Finally she found my eyes with her own, the question obvious.
"I'll sleep in the fore cabin tonight Marnie. Sleep tight lass."

	"Good night Master." Those three words held several emotions
that I couldn't place but wasn't about to investigate further. She
would be alone with her thoughts and her glowing hot ass tonight. We
both had time to think.

	That next morning, hours later, today, she had tended to my
morning rituals and joined me in the shower. As she often did in the
early hours. With gentle submissive moves she washed and dried my body
before following me back to my corner and my computer.

	For whatever reason I wanted to write this with that image of
her red ass still in my mind. To explain that I wasn't proud or
pleased at what I had done, but that I took heart that I could do it
again if need be. My dominance, at least to myself, was strengthened.

	Now, it's time to finish this little exert into my life, as
I'm feeling less able to write. My Slave has a wonderful mouth which
she knows how to use upon me with great effect. Afterwards, I'm
planning to return the pleasure she gave me, and give her a slow
tortuous orgasm. Maybe several.

	It's bound to be a long enjoyable Sunday.

				 -*-

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: jsharpe@portal.ca (Caesar)
Subject: "Marnie's Master Looses Weight" (mf)
Date: Sun, 25 Aug 96 09:39:41 GMT

		    Marnie's Master Looses Weight
				  by
				Caesar
			    copyright 1996

	Let's get something straight right off - I'm not fat!

	In fact, I'm my own worst critic when it comes to how I look -
usually I just don't give a shit what others think. Let's see, I'm
exactly six feet tall and right now I'm about a hundred and ninety
five pounds. Not thin, not fat. Bet you don't believe me?

	Let's face it - I love food! Then there is my current
lifestyle which doesn't leave much room for exercise, other than a
swim a few times a week. You see I'm a contract programmer and I work
out of home, my pride and joy, my sailboat.

	I thought I would simply write about a Saturday afternoon that
I spent with my Slave, Marnie. Yup, you read that right, she is my
Slave as well as a friend and companion.

	Don't judge my lifestyle and I won't judge yours okay?

	So, if you haven't been keeping up this is about my not-so-
overweight body and my Slave.

	Working long hours to complete my obligations to the current
project I hadn't been able to spend much time with my Slave or with my
sailboat. In fact other than sleeping, eating and working, I've done
nothing else. Would it surprise you that I'm an introvert? Thought
not.

	So just after noon on Saturday I hear a knock upon a side
portal and a familiar hand waves. It's Marnie of course. Who did you
think it would be? I may be a pervert but I'm also a boring geek. So
in tune with my ship that I felt the addition of another person as
well as her soft step as she climbs aboard.

	Having nothing planned but work and maybe a nap, she wasn't
intruding at all. I had worked most of the night, on a roll as they
say. It had been a week since I last saw her and as usual her
expression filled face radiated when she saw me. I knew I was
grinning.

	She wrapped her arms around my neck and I held her in a bear-
hug. Then suddenly her hands dropped she began to feel around my
middle like she was squeezing bread.

	I pushed her away and made a grab for her hands. "What the
hell are you doing?"

	"Haven't been getting out much Master?" Her wicked grin look
maliciously playful. I wondered if she was working up to a punishment,
which I knew she sometimes enjoyed if properly administered. Marnie
laughed as I made a pained look, all in jest, as she well knew. I
didn't feel much like punishing this sexy woman at that moment.

	Yet, at the same time I didn't much feel like making excuses.
My Slave knew very well why I haven't been getting much exercise
lately. I let her hands go and returned to my stool and sat facing
her.

	"Did you come around just to make fun of my weight?"

	She threw her handbag over onto the bench and laughed yet
again, I knew from the sound of that, my Slave had many things on her
mind. Having fun was just a small part of it. "It's been a week, I
think Master is neglecting me." Her lip pouted out comically.

	It was my turn to laugh.

	"Is Master too busy for his Slave, or have you found something
else that pleases you more?" My playful, comical, and talented actress
and friend sobbed violently.

	What else could I do, I threw a pile of recycled note paper at
her. Of course it was for effect, and I doubt a single sheet touched
her. Yet, that playful wench suddenly jumped back with the grace of
the pixie he really is and screeched with a bit of a laugh thrown in.

	I sat smiling wondering what other antics she was about to
pull when she suddenly lifted her loose skirt up to her waist. The
weight of the week, and more explicitly my lack of sexual attention
during that time, suddenly hung heavily upon me as I gazed upon her
cream coloured stockings and garters.

	Licking lips I had to continue with our present mood and at
least attempt to be witty. "Is that where my money went?"

	She moved her shapely legs about in animated poses and ignored
my feeble jest. "Well do you like them?"

	"Very nice." I meant it. One thing that had first attracted me
to my Slave was how she looked in stockings. I knew my gaze was easily
read - I'm such a predictable male sometimes. I wanted her and she
knew it! Who says a Slave has no power?

	"I just thought I would come by and show you these", she
turned slowly so I could see every seductive curve of her legs from
her ankles to the tops of her thighs, "before I had to go." Her skirt
dropped and effectively disintegrated my mesmerized gaze.

	Marnie moved to gather her handbag. "Where the hell do you
have to go?" I certainly hope that didn't come out as a whine, not
very dominant is it?

	"Oh I thought I would get to the library and check out a few
new books." With her bag she headed for the short ladder leading out.
"I wanted something to do since you're so busy." That came out rather
hasher than a simple jest and I knew I had to read between the lines.
I'm not so thick-headed all the time! Though that may surprise those
that actually know me.

	I jumped for her ankle but missed and she was topside.
Damnation! I moved faster than I had in weeks and Marnie squealed as
she tried to get to the dock.

	"Damn your hide woman!" I grabbed her handbag and she let it
go and I had to jump again. I had her by the upper arm and she was
laughing almost uncontrollably while I was growling with maddening
desire.

	Our loud playfulness had attracted a few eyes. I moor my ship
with a live-aboard society and everyone knew each other. I'm sure my
strange lifestyle is often a topic of gossip - as will this event will
be.

	Damn, I'm off topic again.

	It happened very quickly, but I pulled her back to me and I
lifted her easily into my arms. Marnie is quite light and had a small
frame, a easy lift. I was standing in the cockpit with nowhere to go
so I made my way the few feet aft.

	Marnie was kicking and squealing as my free hand was openly
fondling her round delightful bottom. Standing just before the stern
line she must have realised what I was threatening to do.

	"Let me go! I have to get to the library." That brought more
hysterical laughter.

	Let me get one thing clear, threats mean nothing. They are for
the weak. Marnie knew that, yet sometimes, together, we liked to be
playful and spontaneous.

	"Then you can swim to the library." The comment was rather
foolish, thinking back. Though I doubt she even heard me, since I
immediately threw her over the transom and right into the deep cool
water.

	It was my turn to laugh as her head appeared and she spited
out a mouthful of sea water. "Bastard." I wasn't sure how to read that
twinkle in her eye.

	"Now Marnie. That's no way to speak about your Master." I
moved the rail and leaned over to help her out of the water.

	Though older and smaller than I, Marnie was in rather good
condition and could swim very expertly. So, like some old movie before
talkies, she grasped my outreached hand and used her feet upon the
stern for leverage. As you may guess I went head first into the drink.

	Someday I may learn my lesson. Probably not though!

	I gasped out when I finally surfaced and she helped me find a
handhold on a loose line. You see, I can barely swim a few feet - I'd
probably drown if left to my own devices. Serves me right some may
say.

	I could hear her laughter as I grumbled and cursed. Foiled
again by my submissive. Luckily I've a bad memory. That was a joke, I
hope you smiled?

	A few others joined with Marnie's joke and the both of us were
the centre of attention among my neighbours. Laughter can be rather
embarrassing if it's aimed at your soaking dripping body.

	So we retired to the main cabin and we both began to disrobe.
No word was spoken but I could not help but watch as my Slave revealed
her wet and sexy body. I know she caught my hungry gaze but didn't say
a word.

	With our cloths thrown into a pile on the floor she stood with
her arms folded across her chest and commented. "Well I guess my day
is ruined, I can't go to the library without stockings."

	What a ridiculous statement and as it was intended it got me
to laugh. She quickly joined me.

	In mere seconds we were in each others arms and our mouths
found the others. God I loved the taste of the sea upon the skin and
lips of my Slave. Marnie didn't seem to mind the taste of my own lips
the way she hungrily attacked them.

	My hands were moving about her sexy smooth body, not spending
too much time in one place. It was frantic the way I fondled her. I
doubt she cared, she did the same to me. Both of us bending at the
knees we found ourselves upon our soiled clothes, mouths locked and
hands grappling.

	I was hot for this woman and desired her very much at that
moment. My hands moved her knees to either side of my hips and my cock
sprung forwards as it throbbed in expectation. I wanted to drive it
forward to sink it within the familiar but heavenly folds of my Slave
yet I didn't. Not yet anyway.

	I pressed it forward, firmly pushing the length of my manhood
between the outer labia and against the sensitive skin within.

	Her face tilted back out of reach of my hungry mouth and she
let out a high pitched groan of pleasure. Was it the hardness against
her clitoris that caused this? I didn't know, and to be sure, I wasn't
about to ask at that moment.

	I simulated a coupling motion as I slide my cock against her.
I could tell she was excited, her body lubricated my manhood
generously and it produced a delicious feeling.

	Wow! Fucking but not fucking. Marnie was really getting into
it and was beginning to move her hips up to meet my own. She pressed
the tips of her toes to the harsh carpet and forced that delightful
sex up harder against my own.

	My mouth, long since abandoned, found her tiny but hard nipple
and began to tease it mercilessly. I alternated between each pointy
focal point, sometimes kissing gently sometimes nipping it with my
teeth.

	It wasn't long before I felt my own excitement rise and my
body was telling me it would not be much longer if I continued upon my
current path. So I sat up over my Slave and with hand on hips looked
down at her sexy excited body.

	She withered beneath my gaze and tried to pull me back down.
"Come back to me Master?"

	Sometimes I just don't know when to shut up. "I guess I will
have to buy you another pair of stocking now?" She giggled and I
smiled into her eyes.

	Lord, sometime those eyes caused my soul to turn outwards and
join with her.

	Let's get serious shall we? I mean here was this sexy
submissive just waiting for my cock and I was sitting up like a twit
thinking lord knows what. That didn't last long as you may well
imagine.

	I reached down and grasped her petite ankles and pulled her
whole body towards me. Her full glistening pubic hairs were just under
the thrust of my pole and I placed her ankles on either side of my
hips on the floor. "Lift your ass up Marnie." I grasped my cock and
stroked it gently while watching her hungry eyes devour it.

	Her cunt lifted almost to my balls and I bent, though it was
almost too painful to do this, my cock and pressed the crown into the
top of her crevice. I teased that hard bud firmly to great effect as
Marnie thrust back.

	Then I run the dripping wet head of my cock along the groove
of her vagina. Back and forth teasing her body.

	You see, I wanted her to become almost uncontrollably excited.
To scream with pleasure and beg for me. I rather enjoyed when her body
orgasmed in time with my own. Perhaps it was some unselfish part of me
or maybe I just liked the power of having this woman's sexuality at my
any whim. You decide, I care not.

	I can not give you an exact second that I decided to change
tactics but suddenly I thrust forward to my Slave's and even my own
surprise. We suddenly found our pelvis's grounding deliciously.

	This time my groan of pleasured echoed her own. Her ass
dropped as I pressed her back to the floor and her feet lifted to wrap
about my waist. Lord, I felt one with the gods at that moment.

	Times like that poetic write about, perverts crave and Masters
like me demand. Though she was my Slave, I never took for granted the
pleasure we are able to produce together.

	My Slave's arms encircled my neck and she held me close to
her. Not to be outdone I lifted myself back on my knees and hands,
effectively lifting her tiny frame at the same time. Her body hung
beneath my own and I started to move my cock back and forth within
her.

	Marnie rotated her hips and moved her sex in time with my own.
She probably wanted the same thing I did, to feel her partner explode
at the same time as her own explosion. Her mouth was next to my ear
and I could hear her heavy breathing and grasps very clearly. My own
mouth again found her salty skin and I licked and tickled her smooth
neck.

	My veins felt hot as if my blood was on fire, while my balls
tightened with pleasure and immediacy. I wanted to stop to slow my
driving force to make this moment last forever. Yet, at times, I'm
very weak willed. Or maybe it wasn't meant to be.

	My hips stopped moving for just a brief second before Marnie
began to violently clench and thrust her body against me. Faster and
faster until that sane logic mind of mine joined hers and my cock
suddenly did my thinking. I began to thrust wildly into her willing
hot body.

	Who started the roller coaster effect that I felt when we
started to orgasm, I know not. But it not really matters, as in
essence we both came at the same moment. My violent explosions and her
spasming clenching. It had been a week, and I was not so old that now
my body needed this release very badly.

	My teeth clenched and I growled like an animal. While only
partially aware of the gasping tensed body holding my own. Again and
again my cock exploded with discharge, filling her sexual crevice with
my spend. No longer in time, though neither of us probably noticed at
that moment, how her sex clenched and rippled upon my hard member and
a wash of liquid, from the both of us, lubricated our mutual sex
organs with a hot velvet bath.

	Afterwards, when the saltwater upon our skin had changed to
the dew of sweat and our breathing returned I sat back up over my
Slave. My softened member slipped from her and she also sat up. Our
lips met with a gentler and more passionate lock than our earlier
grapple. She suckled my speared tongue as she often did to my cock,
and I felt a stirring again between my legs.

	One of her small hands grasped my round buttock and held it
firmly. "It's going to take a few more rounds with me before you get
back into shape."

	I pulled from her and looked at her in surprise. I really
shouldn't have guessed her teasing was over, yet my cock had been
doing the thinking for me earlier.

	Marnie rolled over and stood up over me. "If Master can catch
me he can have me!"

	She jumped back from my reaching hand. Doesn't this sound
familiar, read the first part of this account and see what I mean.
"What? You are my slave and I can have you any time I desire!" Cursing
to myself I rolled onto my knees and prepared to spring like the
jungle cat I felt like. I wanted to devour her.

	When finally I did make my move she had been prepared and had
jumped out of the way easily. "Damn!" I wasn't a cat but some other
less agile animal.

	Laughing she just had to add insult to injury, "What better
way for Master to loose weight than to catch his Slave?" Indeed!

				 -*-

From: jsharpe@portal.ca (Caesar)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Marnie's Quickie" (mf)
Date: Sun, 25 Aug 96 09:40:33 GMT

			   Marnie's Quickie
				  by
				Caesar
			    copyright 1996

	It was a boring longwinded dinner. Yet it was also work.

	You see, I rarely have to meet clients or even wear a tie. At
least not in the last eight months I don't. So when this invitation
came from one of the larger clients in Vancouver, I wasn't able to
pass it off to one of the other development team members. It was my
turn and no amount of begging, bribing, threatening or just plan
complaining had got me out of it.

	I'm Caesar. Have you heard of me? No, well that's fine. I
rather like keeping a low profile. Maybe this tale, as well as my
others, will get us better acquainted.

	I may have started off on the wrong track, this short tale
isn't about my boring business meeting or even about my work. Nope,
it's about Marnie, my Slave.

	Have you heard of Marnie? Probably not, she keeps even a lower
profile that I.

	If you haven't heard of her, then let me tell you a bit about
her. She is mischievous, playful, and can be a handful. That is
really what this tale is about. Or maybe it's about sex - you decide.

	You see, being unfamiliar with ties, clients, and "curbing my
tongue". I thought it would be fun if I brought a date along. At
least it would have been someone to talk to, other than clients I
mean. My job is great, at least if I don't have to associate with
patrons. Besides, my Slave was better acquainted with this type of
business interaction. Talking with "suits" if you will.

	I'm really taking my time getting to the good stuff. And if
you haven't guessed yet, the good stuff is sex. Isn't it always?

	So, here we sat across a eight foot round table from each
other and I didn't even get a chance to talk with her. I got bored
real fast. Not normally being a good conversationalist, those people
next to me that tried to start one found my answers short and to the
point. They may have also gotten the fact that I didn't want to be
here. I'm not much for hiding my true feelings.

	As was often the case, when I get bored I start to make
fantasies up in my head. It comes from my childhood and teen years,
and has been both a bane and a benefit over time.

	So, seated across from me, Marnie watched the podium and made
small talk with her neighbors at the table while also giving me sly
little looks. She looked lovely in the dark dress and pearls and my
fantasies naturally started to include her. Though not a social
butterfly herself, she seemed to be doing better than I at this
function.

	It had been days since we had been together, between my busy
schedule and her own, it was sometimes difficult to enjoy my Slave as
I truly wished too. Just two nights ago, as I sat alone in a hotel
room in Toronto, we had chatted over the phone. It was an exciting
conversation that turned highly sexual. Her orgasm, while talking on
the phone, had helped my own later that evening when thoughts of her
swam through my head.

	So when I returned and she answered my call, I could hear her
excitement and then disappointment when she discovered why I called.
A business dinner was hardly the way to enjoy returning back home, but
I never thought of that until I saw her standing before her apartment
building waiting for me.

	God, she was lovely. Was it lust or something else? Let's not
get into that shall we.

	One of the speakers was long winded, more so than my
introduction in this story if you can believe that, and I practically
starred at my date. She, of course, noticed and gave me small little
girl smiles. I wonder if she knew just how nasty my thoughts were at
that moment. Probably, Marnie knew me quite well.

	I was seated there thinking erotic thoughts until I started to
get angry at myself. I didn't have to put up with this shit. My Slave
certainly shouldn't have to put up with it. Why the hell don't I take
her back to my boat and fuck her as a Slave should be fucked?

	Real life, is the answer to that. I needed to eat, or more
importantly I needed to pay off my sailboat, and my current contract
was the way. Besides, other than this dinner, I've had it pretty good.
I work when I want too, and how much, and to top that off, I work out
of my sailboat anywhere within cellular service along the coast of
British Columbia. Not a bad setup.

	Seated there angry, horny, and bored, my Slave suddenly looked
me in the eye and stood up after making whispered excuses to her two
neighbors. I watched her walk towards the hallway leading back out to
the elevators and the washrooms. When she got to the entrance of the
hallway she stopped and turned to look me deeply in the eye, her face
looking like a naughty little pixie.

	That was enough for me. Damn, why hadn't I thought about
escaping if only for a few moments? Smart girl!

	I turned to the old woman next to me, "Excuse me for a
moment." I actually felt like running to my Slave, like some corny
movie, but I walked and tried to remain calm. At least on the outside.
Hell, I was already sporting a semi hardon.

	To be honest I haven't thought much about where we could find
privacy or what we would be able to do if we found some. I just wanted
to hold my Slave for a few moments. Maybe just to keep my sanity.

	When I came around the corner I saw the washroom sign for the
lady's head. I immediately thought about finding a private stall and
had already opened the door when I heard a quiet, yet playful,
"Master?"

	It was from a crack between the door and frame at the end of
the hall. I saw the exit sign and a stairs sign.

	Like conspirators, she opened the door and made sure I wasn't
followed as she then lead me up the stairs. I followed, bidding my
time, yet watched that rounded bottom sway before me taunting me like
a carrot.

	So if you're here just to read about the sex, this is where
you should start reading. Hope you enjoy it, I know I did.

	We came to the roof of the forty something level high-rise and
I was surprised that the door hadn't been locked. It wasn't and when I
felt the ocean breeze hitting my face and saw the organized mess of
construction, I knew someone had screwed up and left the door
unlocked.

	Ah, I knew my luck wouldn't be all bad that evening.

	It was my turn to take the initiative. I turned back to the
metal door whence we just came from and slide a large two by four
splinter into the two handles effectively locking us out upon the
roof.

	It was my turn to give my Slave that devilish eye and devious
grin. She giggled and looked around almost nervously. When I reached
out for her she suddenly sprinted away from my grasp. I was hungry for
her and she was going to make me work for it. That's not a complaint
mind you, in fact I think I'm a damn lucky Master.

	The roof was tarred, but there was piles of wood and large
piles of sacks, that I could simply grab my Slave and throw her down
upon. It wasn't going to be that easy. Though a few years older than
I, Marnie was in better shape. Oh how I enjoyed her shape! Several
times I came close to her when she suddenly turned upon her swift feet
and made me work even more.

	The work site had been cleaned up, with tools locked away and
loose objects piled neatly, as anyone who has done blue collar work
knows - the site is never perfectly clean. That was my cue and I
suddenly dropped down to one knee with a growl of pain.

	That was the end of the chase and my darling Slave quickly ran
back to me. I don't think I ever told her that I was a good actor
also, no formal training mind you, just simply street bullshit. So, in
essence I faked it.

	I was in no mood for the chase, I simply wanted her in my
grasp. As you may well guess, after a quick smile to show my triumph,
I reached out and held her about her waist. She squirmed and giggled
and then stopped fighting as soon as my lips forced themselves upon
hers.

	Damn it was a fine kiss. The wind was blowing against our
cheeks and the lights of the city flickered like a thousand candles. I
stood up and lifted my tiny Slave off her feet. Was it romantic, I'm
not too sure?

	My hunger and passion could not be mistaken, nor even the
desperation for this woman who submitted to me. Though she, in her own
way, often made me work for it. Let me tell you a little secret,
Marnie always got it in the end.

	When our kiss ended and I pulled my lips from hers she pounded
upon my chest with her clenched fists. "Brute, sneaky master!" Perhaps
she wanted to play longer, but I needed her very badly, with an almost
physical ache.

	For those few words I smiled maliciously and walked over to
the ledge, carrying her all the while. Now, I'm not great with heights
so I have never learned what my Slave felt about looking down from the
roof of a high-rise building.

	Now wasn't the time to ask.

	I sat her down upon the half meter wide ledge and then
released her. I looked into her eyes, seeing her desire which
mirrored my own. While keeping our gaze locked I squatted down before
her. I then began to push the hem of her black dress up her shapely
legs, exposing more of her silk covered limbs.

	What a woman! What a Slave!

	Marnie quickly lifted her bottom enough so I could pushed the
dress up to her waist. This revealed the pale flesh above the tops of
her stockings and a full sexy pussy where her panties should have
been.

	We still didn't break eye contact as she spread her knees
exposing all of her hidden charms.

	Now, just so you know I'm not always a brute, I acted
aggressively because of the dry period that I had endured these last
few days. My Slave can simply got my blood boiling with but a few days
without her.

	I pulled my eyes from Marnie's and locked it on the shadowed
region between her smooth thighs. I couldn't take it any longer and
wrapped my arms around her hips and pressed my lips to her lower ones.

	It was delightful and certainly tasty. I swore her clitoris
vibrated when my tongue danced upon it. I sampled all of her sex, by
diving my tongue between the thick outer lips down to the silky inner
labia. Above the wind I could hear her high sigh of enjoyment. Just
about that same moment I tasted the abundant liquid of her flood upon
my tongue. It was delicious and it only caused me to lap at her with
fiercer need.

	There is no doubt that she would have spent if I had kept up
my attentions. She, like I, had been without for several days. I
wasn't dainty so concentrated upon the hard bud of her clitoris and as
you can well imagine the heat her body produced from my work. Yet, I
didn't want her to finish, I wanted to feel her release in time with
my own.

	No erotic torture was intended, yet when I pulled my wet face
from between her thighs, she groaned with need and tried to pull me
back. I simply half smiled devilishly. Boy, was I in a devil of a
mood, you may say.

	I stood and unzipped my trousers, did I ever mention I dislike
zippers on pants, and produced my fully erotic cock. It was very hard,
and had been waiting impatiently for just this moment.

	I don't know why I didn't plunge my cock into her that very
second. Or why I just felt and saw all that surrounded me and the
moment overwhelmed me. Maybe, I often think too much and at that
moment it was not what my body needed.

	My eyes suddenly looked around, looking at the great view of
the city and harbor. Then I looked down at my panting and surprised
Slave and said, "Look about lass, god it's good to be alive."

	If you're wondering, yes I can be as corny as that.

	Just think, I was becoming successful in business, I had a
beautiful and intelligent woman who called me Master, I was standing
high up looking at a great Canadian city, and most of all my hard cock
would soon feel content. It was one of those moments when my mind took
over from the urges of my body. It was a great feeling. Am I the only
one that feels that way sometimes?

	Of course, this appreciation for life and woman didn't last
long. Lordy, I'm not that crazy!

	My cock sunk into her with ease and we both made the sounds of
impatient desire fulfilled. Finally you may think - yet it seemed like
the poetic moment for us to couple ourselves.

	Her ankles locked behind my waist and I thrust firmly within
her sheath. My mouth found hers and our tongues dueled and taunted the
other. Her hands grasped my ass outside my pants and she helped me
pound my body into hers. It was slow but hard, if you get my meaning.

	I could feel the light sweat upon my brow grow cold under the
wind and wondered what was in my Slave's mind. I pulled from her mouth
at looked into her eyes even while our lower bodies thrust at each
other.

	"Come in me Master!?"

	"Come with you my Slave!"

	I pulled her to my chest with her face on my shoulder. My own
lips, still hungry for her, began to sample Marnie's delicate and
sensitive neck.

	It wasn't long. I did wear a watch, yet wasn't in the mood to
time myself - if you're wondering. I know it was long enough for me
and my Slave. She told me once, after her mouth came off my tired cock
one morning, that before spending my penis would thicken and harden to
grand proportions. So against my chest I could barely hear, "Grow!
Yes Master. Come with me!"

	With her own erotic sounds and the more frantic motions of her
body I knew she was not far off. I wanted it to happen in unison,
after our departure I wanted to feel us spend upon the other.

	So, not to be anticlimactic, that was exactly what happened!

	Marnie, my dear Slave suddenly clenched her body and made a
squealing noise into my chest. Upon my cock I felt the familiar firm
ripples as her body held mine and underwent erotic spasms.

	It was enough to put me over the edge. I came. Boy, did I
come!

	I could feel my moisture flood inside her, as strange as that
may sound, and could also feel the heat of our mutual spend
practically liquefy her body. I held her possessively as our bodies
practically danced with pleasure.

	In moments I broke contact and remembered my obligations.
"Fuck, we should get back to the lectures."

	Marnie giggled and pulled her dress back down and I helped her
jump off the ledge. "That's okay Master, this gives you time to
recuperate." I would get little sleep that night!

	To me we both looked like we just had sex, a quickie if you
will. Perhaps some other time, I will tell you what we did later that
night with the string of pearls she wore.

				 -*-

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: jsharpe@portal.ca (Caesar)
Subject: "Marnie Goes Lingerie Shopping" (mf)
Date: Mon, 26 Aug 96 07:43:38 GMT

		    Marnie Goes Lingerie Shopping
				  by
				Caesar
			    copyright 1996

	I can't express how much I liked my Slave, Marnie, dressed for
my private enjoyment in sexy lingerie. It could be simply stockings, a
classy teddy or maybe just high heels. It did not need to overdone,
just one or two pieces to highlight her naturally beautiful face and
body. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly no expert in a ladies apparel.
Hell I don't even know the proper names for most of them. I just know
how much I enjoy seeing, and yes feeling, certain garments on the body
of my Slave.

	I'm getting off track. Don't you just hate when that happens?

	Since I'm the one that gets much of the pleasure out of her
wearing revealing and sexy outfits I demanded to help purchase many of
them. They were for me in an abstract way. Of course she agreed, what
else could a Slave do. Actually, I believe she agreed simply because
this allowed her to get more outfits which make her feel sexy and
desirable. They indeed do that!

	Usually I simply gave her a bundle of cash and told her to
surprise me. Not this time though. Maybe it was her excitement at
finding the store or maybe she just wanted me to share the experience
of picking out new slinky outfits for her to wear. Don't get me wrong,
this account is not about money it's about sex, submission and of
course, lingerie.

	In a older brick building in downtown Vancouver the elaborate
lingerie store surprised me. It was a very classy discrete place. I'm
not sure what I was expecting, maybe something like the stores in
malls. Tiny crowded places with unattractive sales persons watching
like hawks.

	The large classically decorated establishment was stocked with
very attractive ladies, of all ages, and a wide selection of discrete
garments for discriminating females. A well dressed woman approached
us as soon as we entered and after a brief query towards my Slave led
us to one corner of the store. I sat on a low bench and watched as
Marnie and the sales clerk browsed the variety of choices until they
returned to my corner with both sets of hands full.

	It promised to be a long shopping trip. Thank goodness for
that bench!

	There was a concealed room opposite where I sat and the
garments were placed there. Before going in my Slave came over to give
me a passionate, though quick, kiss. "Thank you for coming Master."

	I simply smiled as she retreated to the tiny dressing room. I
do, very much, enjoy pleasing my Slave.

	A young lady brought a tray of drinks and snacks about, I
grabbed two small goblets of cider for myself and my pixie-faced
submissive.

	The saleslady returned and talked with my Slave outside the
curtain. Shopping can be a very involved process for some I imagine.
As you may guess, it wasn't for me. This establishment catered to the
former clientele yet didn't forget there was often some like me
tagging along.

	"You try those on and I'll be back in a few moments." The
mid-forty year-old lady came up to me and smiled professionally, "Is
there anything I can get you sir?"

	"No thank you, just don't call me sir. I work for a living."
Old joke - you'll understand if you have ever been in the military.
She smiled at my feeble attempt at humour and retreated to leave the
two of us alone in the remote alcove. As I mentioned, discretion.

	The curtain opened a crack and my Slave's face appeared.
"Anyone around?"

	"Nope." Though large and well staffed the business was rather
quiet other than a low piano concerto playing from hidden speakers.
Otherwise, we were effectively alone, and my devious mind started to
grind. As you will discover my Slave had surpassed my imagination this
time.

	The curtain whisked back and there stood my barefoot Slave.
She looked positively sexy and very attractive. Marnie wore a purple
French cut panty and a push up purple bra.

	My little minx turned slowly so I could get the effect of her
in this outfit before she finally asked, "Well?"

	Didn't my wide eyes answer that? Some things just had to be
spoken out loud. "You look great!" So I'm not great with words, I'm
sure my lust filled gaze added what I didn't vocalise.

	With a quick giggle she closed the curtain leaving me with but
a memory of that delicious sight. It was only a few moments until she
again peeked out and saw no one so she again pulled back the curtain.

	Was it me or was that store getting warm?

	Damn if she didn't look better this turn than in the last.
This time she wore off-white stockings, garters and another push-up
bra. I had this sudden urge to tie her hands above her head while I
sampled her sexily clad body. Though I allowed it to pass as I simply
gazed at her in hunger.

	The damn curtain closed and then opened again.

	Black was the theme of the next lace and translucent teddy.
Very delicious! I would suspect this would be a perfect outfit for
some of my Slave's more aggressive moods.

	I realised I had drank both glasses of cider as I waited for
the curtain to again open. You may have guess, I'm not very good at
waiting for others.

	Yet, I couldn't wait. I wanted my to see my Slave in this
playful and sexy moment as she changed into the next outfit. Perhaps I
was bored with sitting in a woman's apparel store. Or it may have been
the sexy sight of my slave and I wished a more personal view. I'm not
actually sure.

	This time I swung open the curtain and slipped in, closing it
behind me.

	Marnie was standing with one foot upon the wooden bench as she
pulled up on the leg of a bright white stocking, the kind with a
little design to offset the solid colour. She already had the other
leg covered, but wore nothing else. She looked up surprised at my
intrusion and then smiled mischievously.

	Believe me when I say I just came in to surprise her and to
get a voyeur look as she dressed. I sometimes enjoyed watching her
ready herself in the mornings as I lounge in bed. Yet my Slave quickly
threw her arms around my neck and stood on her toes to kiss my chin.
Of course I reacted in kind.

	It was enough to get my mind flowing in another direction and
I reached down to hold her naked buttocks, effectively holding her up
and against me. My face dropped so our lips met and we mutually opened
our mouths to spar with our tongues.

	Now, we had spent the last few evenings together and as you
may guess they were rather exciting. If that wasn't blunt enough, we
had sex numerous times and in several varying positions. So, don't
assume I was hot and bothered simply because I was desperate. At least
don't assume that this time!

	It was also my co-conspirator that the blame should be laid.
You see, while my hands roughly fondled her bare ass hers were between
us unbuttoning my Levi's.

	My cock, already hard from the views she had graced me with
earlier, popped from its confines to press into her stomach. Hot,
throbbing and passionate my Slave well knew what she had gotten
herself into. Soon it would be my turn to see what I could get myself
in. Bad pun wasn't it?

	That was when I knew the game had changed from a quick grapple
in the change room to something much more. I was not even aware that
my companion was anything more than playful until that moment. A quick
grab and stolen kiss in public was normal in our relationship.

	Marnie lifted the leg that had the white stocking half raised
to a point just below her knee up upon the bench. Her hand tried to
pry my cock down, almost painfully I may add.

	You'd think she wasn't getting enough at home wouldn't you?
Well, I like to think she was just getting closer to her prime and I
planned to enjoy as much of that time as possible. She was my Slave
and I intended on keeping it that way from many moons to come. So I
hoped she was getting enough at home, I worked rather hard at
pleasuring her. That's not a complaint mind you.

	Well I'm not as stupid as I may sound, meaning my damn grammar
and spelling, so I understood what she was attempting to do. I simply
lowered my body by bending my knees several inches. Marnie wasn't
dainty or patient as she worked my manhood between her smooth pale
thighs and I suddenly found the head of my cock between the outer lips
of her labia.

	"Push!" She whispered into my ear. What else can a gentleman
do at that moment? I mean it wasn't like I could take time out to
truly enjoy our time together, not since we were a curtain away from
being revealed.

	I found her sex wasn't prepared for my hard pole, as the outer
area was not as damp with her excitement as I would have normally
expected. In fact my submissive hissed, most probably in discomfort,
as my hips pushed slowly and firmly forwards. Thankfully I found her
love channel well prepared for my member and the comfortable and very
delicious feeling of her wetness coated my cock the further it entered
her.

	Marnie lifted her legs up and locked them behind my waist.
With my hands and cock you could almost say she had a three point
stance. Bad joke, sorry. I moved forwards and pressed her to the old
hardwood wall.

	Gentleness wasn't a virtue in such a situation and though I
tried to go slow I found my hips moving almost without conscious
control as they rocked forward. The dampness turned into a flood as I
felt the hot thick juices of her cunt ease my path.

	Her mouth, next to my ear, enclosed upon the lobe and sucked
frantically. Not having a wide berth to manoeuvre she simply clenched
and ground her pelvis into my own. I fucked her with the enthusiasm of
a teenager worried about being caught. In other words I fucked my
Slave hard and fast. At least as hard and fast as that position
allowed. There are a few logistics involved in holding up your mate.

	Well I would have continued until the inevitable conclusion
until I heard the harsh whisper in my ear. "A different way Master,
please!" I knew she would not complain if I decided to quickly finish
our current enjoyment. Yet, she was right, I felt mischievous and
playful. I pulled my face back and saw the same desire in her eye.

	This wasn't just fucking but a playful romp.

	I lifted her off my pole and gently lowered her to the floor.
Marnie only took a few deep breaths and locked my gaze before flashing
me a bright smile then turned around facing the other way.

	Oh my desirable and sexy slave how she seemed to know my own
sexual desires even before I at times. Marnie stepped back from the
wall a few feet then leaned forward and pressed one shoulder and her
hands against it while arching her back and pointing that round
delightful ass right towards me.

	I nudged her feet so she moved her legs together before I
crouched behind her. The groan she let out when I again entered her
was frightfully loud that I thought someone must have heard it.
Wouldn't someone at least notice my absence?

	Those thoughts soon were lost by the intense pleasure I found
myself in. Or, as you may have guessed, the pleasure I found by being
inside my Slave!

	I was soon moving with long slow almost torturous strokes back
and forth inside her inviting body. I could see the side of her face
and Marnie had her eyes closed and was biting her bottom lip. Was it
to stop from making her normal passion sounds?

	Reaching forwards I grasped her hair and pulled her upwards
almost to a standing position. I wasn't gentle yet nor would I harm my
Slave in any way. If anything I was simply firm as my hand held her so
my lips could sample her delicate smooth neck and shoulder.

	That lasted only a few seconds and I pressed her back down
further than before until she was bent almost double at the waist.
This time both my hands held her by her raised inviting ass as they
also pried those globes apart. My gaze naturally fell forward.

	With every stoke of my cock inside her overheated folds her
anus seemed to wink at me. It invited and maybe taunted me until I
could stand it no longer and moved one hand closer to the junction of
our two bodies.

	My thumb found and pressed against the ring of muscle and
teased it as it had me. With her sweat and vaginal lubrication my
thumb was actually able to slowly enter into her body. When I found it
had submerged to the first knuckle my Slave let out a moan that sent a
delicious energy bolt of desire through me.

	My tempo sped up and I pressed my digit more firmly into her
ass. I then felt dainty fingers reaching into my open pants and
handling my balls. Marnie soon hand a handful and held them firmly. I
knew her view must be rather intimate, and almost envied her.

	I'm not sure how long I squatted there moving my hips back and
forth while my Slave stood bent in that uncomfortable position. Yet,
my clothed body was becoming sweaty and tired with our exertions so I
stopped decided to my movements.

	I stood there breathing heavily with my cock completely
submerged inside her and my thumb pressed to the webbing. It wasn't
enough. I could have fucked my woman in a variety of positions but
sanity was returning and I knew the noises and my absence from my seat
would not have been mistaken after this long time. So, with reluctance
I pulled from her body.

	Marnie turned about and looked pained at my dripping member
then with a questioning look into my eyes. I didn't really feel like
explaining at that moment so instead I instructed, "Clean me Slave."

	Watching as her smiling mouth descended towards my hard cock
and her moist lips opened to allow her dainty tongue access to me, I
thanked whatever deity that allowed me a woman like Marnie.

	After a quick lick to possible savour our mingled taste she
suddenly opened her mouth and took my hard cock firmly between her
lips. She descended upon me until I felt the point of my spear hit the
back of her throat. At that point Marnie very slowly pulled back,
while at the same time humming a nameless tune. If you ever had your
cock inside a mouth while it hummed you will know just how exciting
that feeling truly can be.

	My Slave never lowered herself back down upon me. She looked
up with playful mischievous eyes and we laughed silently together. My
hands quickly buttoned up my jeans and Marnie sat back upon the bench
watching me with yearning eyes.

	How many times had I had sex with my Slave and stopped before
my own orgasm? More than you can imagine. In fact nothing needed to be
said between us, as she knew my peculiarities and that I would
definitely continue what we had started in the very near future.
Possibly before we returned home from our shopping trip, as I knew
this cliff overlooking North Vancouver, so we can finish what we
started.

	I was just about to exit the small room when my Slave moved
her hand between her legs and I saw a finger disappear within her.
That, of course, stopped my retreat and I watched as she withdrew her
glistening digit. Marnie stood and slid that middle finger into my
mouth and I suckled it roughly, greatly enjoying her taste.

	Like some pact her juices seemed to heighten my already
excited mind and I wondered if I could wait until the cliff. No, I
guessed, it would be faster to return to my boat and to finish the day
in my bed. My eyes told her as much.

	The last I saw of my Slave just before I left her to continue
modelling her sexy lingerie was with that same finger now in her mouth
as she sucked my saliva and her own flavour.

	Outside that changing room the air felt cool as it hit my
face. Thankfully so, since two of the ladies that staffed the
establishment were sitting over by the cashier looking directly at me.
While the lady whom had helped my submissive pick out her apparel
stood up from the same bench I had deserted. From that close spot I'm
sure she must have been able to hear every thrust of m cock into that
wet sexy cunt. Marnie and I had stifled our noises but some things
just could not be quieted.

	I returned to my seat with but a small smile at the older
lady. She moved to allow me to return to the bench before asking,
"Would the lady like to try on any more outfits?" She seemed hard
pressed to stop herself from grinning wildly.

	I was about to answer in the negative, feeling my semi-hard
cock press against the unresisting denim of my jeans and devouring the
lewd thoughts in my mind. Yet we had come here for a purpose and my
Slave was worth the wait.

	I smiled proudly, "Yes she would."

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