Message-ID: <2373eli$9707291828@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2373.txt> From: Suki <suki@fish.com> Subject: Image 52-55 (mf, b&d, s&m) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <33DE4869.1D9C@fish.com> Note: Images 52, 53, 54. and 55 are all parts of the same story. Enjoy Image 52 by Suki Her master was gone for a week. He had left Sunday with strict instructions that she was not to touch herself sexually, or make herself cum while he was gone. It was only Tuesday, and already her body was missing him. She sighed. It was going to be a long week. She stepped out of a hot bath, and carefully toweled dry. She had been distracted by her horniness all day, thinking about him. She tried to obey him, only "accidentally" touching herself a few times during the day. She was sure her co-workers were going to figure out her extreme horniness at this rate. A strange picture suddenly popped into her mind. Without even really knowing the reason she opened the drawer next to her and pulled out the tiny rubber bands that she had saved from when she had braces, a long time ago. Carefully, she applied one rubber band to each nipple, pulling the nipple out so that the band stayed at the base. Jolts of pain and pleasure shot through her body, forming a direct line from her breasts to her cleft. She stared at herself in the mirror, nipples forced into pointing strait out, back arched, breasts forward. She reached for a her lipstick that was sitting on the counter and carefully drew a ring around each nipple. The color smeared onto her skin, darkening the nipples to cherry red. The image in the mirror stared lewdly back at her. She gazed at that image, transfixed. A wanton image, and image of lust. Her hands sneaked down her body, one spreading her lips widely apart, the other carefully rubbing her clit. She pushed her fingers in and out of her body. Her eyes locked on the mirror. Crying out, she brought herself to shuddering climax. When she came back down she looked again, at the sweating, flushed image in the mirror. Her master would be angry. Image 53 By Suki (continued from image 52) Her master had found out. And promised a good punishment for her disobedience. Her body tingled with excitement, reminding her that he was back from his trip and coming over today. He had given her strict instructions as to cleaning and shaving. He was due in 5 minutes. She took a last look in the mirror and was pleased with her reflection. She was shaved bare, her lips clearly visible shining with wetness. Naked, save thick black leather cuffs on her wrists, ankles, and neck she hoped her appearance would please him. She also hoped it would ease some of the punishment he had promised her. She heard his car in front of the house. The door opened. "Position three!" he snapped. Quickly she spread her legs and clasped her wrists behind her back. He walked behind her and hooked her cuffs together. Then stalking around in front of her he lifted her chin with his hands and glared into her eyes. "Did I _not_ leave specific orders that you were not to touch yourself or make yourself cum while I was gone?" he demanded. "Yes Sir." she replied in a small voice. His grip tightened on her chin. "And you disobeyed." he stated. "Yes Sir," she repeated. "Well?" "Please punish me Sir, as that I have been disobedient to you." "Oh I will, little girl" he replied "I will." Image 54 by Suki (continued from image 53) He blindfolded her, and left her standing in the room alone. >From somewhere in the house she heard water running. Then she heard his footsteps approaching. She turned her head toward him as he stomped heavily back into the room. *SMACK* His riding crop came down on her bottom. The unexpectedness of it pushing her body forward. *SMACK* The crop cut across her breasts, causing her to quickly straighten out. Her head was thrown back and her mouth open. A low moan came from deep in the back of her throat. He continued hitting her with the crop, alternating strokes to her bottom and breasts, until she was dancing lightly from foot to foot in effort to stay in one place. She knew if she moved away it would anger him. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks from under the blindfold, and her breath was coming in short gasps by the time he finally stopped. Her bottom and chest were flaming red, and she felt as if she could probably heat a cold room with her body. He grabbed a fist of hair and dragged her with him out of the room. Her hands were still tied behind her back so she offered little resistance as he pulled her through the living room. He opened a door which she recognized as the back door to the house. The cold hit her body like a wet blanket, reminding her that it was the dead of winter. She hated the cold. He knew that. She tried to pull back away from him, but he still had a firm grip on her hair. He led her barefoot across the back porch. At the edge of the porch he stopped. The snow had just freshly fallen in the last few days, and she knew it was at least 4 feet. She hoped he would not want to walk her through it. She had shoveled the porch, but there was no path shoveled past the porch. "Lay down." he ordered. She stood still. He kicked her feet out from under her, at the same time pushing her backward. She fell with a soft *thump*, landing on her back and sinking about a foot and a half into the soft snow. Then she felt him pushing more snow on top of her, covering her up to her neck. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. The snow was like icy needles against the fire of her skin. She heard him walk back into the house. Image 55 by Suki (continued from image 54) She lay there covered in snow, blindfolded, wrists tied behind her back. Shivering, she wondered what he expected of her. Did her want her to struggle, trying to get up? She probably could if she worked at it hard enough. Her body was beginning to cool down, and the heat from the cropping he had given her earlier had gone away. Her skin tingled with cold, numbing her hands and nipples. She contemplated calling safeword. She had never done so before, and pride kept her from doing it now. She ground her teeth together to keep them from chattering. She could still stand it at this level. If it got worse....a couple minutes later, she was on the verge of calling safeword when she heard him open the back door. It had only been about 7 minutes. He had been watching the clock carefully. He had no wish to damage her. He walked outside to where she lay and carefully picked her up from her bed of snow, cuddling her icy body against his. He carried her inside, through the house, and into the bathroom. Then he placed her into the filled bathtub. She screamed as the warm water contacted with her skin. The cold of her body making the water seem boiling, even though it was only moderately warm. He left her there until her temperature returned to normal, checking carefully to make sure her head was above water. Then he lifted her to her feet, and gently toweled her dry. Her body swayed, and she leaned up against him for support. When he was done, he walked her into the bedroom, removing her blindfold and cuffs, and placing her on the bed. "Rest, little girl" he said quietly "I'll awaken you in a little while." He bent down and kissed her on the cheek. Her eyes drifted closed. Contented, knowing the punishment was over, she slept. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /