Message-ID: <2986eli$9708151452@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2986.txt> From: Suki <suki@fish.com> Subject: Images 131-138 (Suki) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <33F47061.1E0B@fish.com> Image 131 by Suki The club was dark and industrial music blared through the overhead speakers. A light amount of smoke threaded through the floor, drawing a mist over the crowd. She had arrived alone, slightly nervous, unused to the "club" scene and unsure of the correctness of her outfit. She had tried to dress appropriately, her black leather skirt (her only piece of leather) and knit black shirt molding around her body, low heels completing the outfit. She ventured near the bar where the regulars hung out, trying to be unobtrusive. A woman turned to her sharply, startling her, "Hello" the woman smiled, "I'm Mistress....you are...? Hesitantly she stuttered out her own name. The Mistress studied her, keeping her smile warm and friendly, but she could feel herself being evaluated. Apparently satisfied, the Mistress gently struck up conversation, asking politely about her interests and experiences. For some reason she felt comfortable, and found herself divulging the fact that she was new to the scene, interested in being submissive, and scared. She found herself blurting out things, embarrassing fantasies she had never shared with anyone. The Mistress listened intently, gave her a couple of suggestions as to how to find what she was looking for, and wandered off. She was crushed. Secretly she had hoped this Mistress would be interested in her, and she hadn't realized it until the Mistress wandered off. The advice had been helpful but she couldn't shake the disappointment. She spent the rest of the night wandering from room to room hoping to catch sight of the Mistress. She did view her from time to time, always laughing, surrounded by a different group of people. The center of attention. Her spirits sunk lower, realizing that if the Mistress was that popular that her chances of regaining her attention were slight, and she didn't have the courage to step up to her again. She watched some of the people, the social interactions, but her mind kept wandering back to the Mistress. It was midnight, and her spirits had sunk from disappointment. She was heading back to the front of the club toward the coat room when the Mistress stepped in front of her blocking her path and locked gaze with her startled eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, then she dropped her eyes. "Leaving so soon?" The Mistress inquired. "Well..." she was tongue tied. Clearing her throat she tried again. "Yes, well, I figured..." and her voice trailed off. And suddenly she was back against the concrete wall, the Mistress holding her arms at her side and looking directly into her face. She was so surprised she couldn't have moved if she tried. And she didn't want to try. "You want to be my submissive." The Mistress stated, the tone vaguely questioning, mostly speaking as though stating a fact. She nodded. "We will work out the details later." the Mistress ordered confidently. "For now, you will call me Mistress and have the freedom to speak up if something bothers you. This will be revised later, depending on the rest of the evening. So it was a test, she reasoned, and stubbornly told herself she would not fail. "Follow me" ordered her Mistress. "Stay behind me and do not speak unless there is a problem." Emphasizing the word problem to mean that it should be something important. Or very important depending on the interpretation. With the flick of a high heel, the Mistress walked off, not even checking to make sure she was behind. There was no need. Twenty minutes later she was beginning to question her judgement. They'd moved from one social group to another; each time the Mistress flirting and teasing with others and ignoring her presence entirely. There was twenty minutes more before the club shut down when the Mistress actually signaled her to follow, and headed toward a corner of the club, against a dark wall. Silently the Mistress handed her a card. "Here is my card and number. You will call me tomorrow at 8:00p.m. We can talk further then." She tucked the card in her purse hanging off her shoulder. Then the Mistress pressed their bodies together, pushing her even further against the wall and took possession of her lips, kissing her deeply and biting her lips. She felt her knees buckling and her body melt into this woman who had taken control. She could feel her nipples become erect and gasped when without the least hesitation the Mistress began pinching them with her hands, sending direct signals down to her clit. She caught her mind leaving as her body quickly took over. She was on fire with wanting and craving. One hand left her nipple as the other pulled up her skirt, and roughly pushed her panties aside between her garters. Gentle probing followed, enough to get her wet, which she became almost against her will. A finger entered her, follow by another. She could feel the fingers of the other hand working their magic on her nipple and she abandoned herself over, not caring who saw her. Just feeling the sensation of the moment. The moans that came from deep within her throat seemed animalistic and wild to her. She abandoned herself even further to the fingers controlling her body vaguely aware of the fact that the Mistress was staring directly into her face. And then it washed over her, pleasure, lust, release. Waves of pleasure carrying her over two more orgasms. Then the fingers slowly withdrew. She leaned against the wall for support, vaguely feeling her skirt pulled down, and her clothing straightened. She felt cool air around her and slowly opened her eyes. The Mistress was gone and the club was just staring to close down. As the lights went up she flushed, looking quickly around for the Mistress or anyone who had been watching. No one. She felt frantically for her purse and her fingers closed over the card. She breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly got her coat and left the club. Her mind whirling all of the way home. 8:00p.m. couldn't come fast enough. Image 132 by Suki Listen to the music. Focus on the music. Let other sounds fade into the distance, save the sound of my voice and the music. Feel your body go limp against the restraints. The darkness of the blindfold is safety, embrace it now. I will tell you when the knife is coming. Breath. Good. Deep breath. Relax. Feel your skin tingle. The scratch of my nails leaving angry red lines in your skin. Harder and faster. This is the knife. Breath. Feel it trail cross your skin, the sharp cutting side pinching at the surface. Is it cutting? How about now? I can see your body twitching and feel the muscle in the back of your neck tightening to give you goose bumps. The music--listen to it. My voice is in the background. Feel and hear. The knife slides toward your nipple. Does it feel swollen against the knife? The pressure tightens, and suddenly sharpens. Image 133 by Suki I love the shocked look on her face when I say something that takes her by surprise. Blows her mind. She stares at me with intensity, trying to read my expression. "You really mean that!" she says in a wondering voice. After all of this time she still doubts my love. I enjoy reminding her to believe. Image 134 by Suki "Take off your clothing." I directed. "All of it." My lover raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Everything?" she questioned. I nodded and flashed her a cat-that-ate-the-canary look then strode off into the bedroom. The bed was unmade as usual, so I simply pulled off the covers and straightened the pillows. Then I turned to my toy bag. As I sorted though it, pulling out what I would need I heard her walk into the room. The wispy sounds of clothing being removed filtered though the air and I deliberately did not turn around. I felt her tension and hesitation. " Lay down on the bed." It came out as a statement, not a request or an order. The lack of tone made her hesitate a moment longer before she complied. I picked up an arm load of toys I had chosen and stood next to the bed. She was laying on the closest edge, looking up in hesitation. "Scoot!" I motioned, pushing her lightly with my knee as I sat down in the space she had been occupying, dumping the toys unceremoniously on the bed. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "No blindfold" I whispered into her ear. (continued from Image 134) Image 135 by Suki Her eyes widened slightly. "But..." she started. I shook my head and touched her lips with my index finger; motioning for silence. She closed her mouth and I looked down at the pile of toys by my thighs. Selecting the chinchilla fur I held it within her gaze. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes widened and then relaxed as I ran the fur down her neck, across her breasts and down between her thighs. Her legs parted for me but I moved the fur away. Sweeping up over her breasts before they were fully spread. A teasing grin crossed my face as I rubbed across her nipples, pinching them lightly over the fur. They rose to meet me and she moaned. I love that sound. I bend forward my head and bit her nipple, running my tongue over the top of it just to hear her moan again. When I pulled away her breathing had quickened.... (continued from Image 135) Image 136 by Suki Finishing on last sensual sweep of fur across her chest, I dropped the fur back on the bed and picked up two of my knives- a double edged Gurber with one straight, one serrated edge, and a small, single-edged Bowie. Her pleasure-glazed eyes watched my every movement; unflinching as I leaned over her naked body, a knife in each hand. Our eyes locked and each blade found the side of her neck, dragging downwards across the collar bone and out along the shoulders. Her eyes started to close reflexively. "No!" I stated firmly. "Look at me. Into my eyes." Her eyes opened slowly to meet mine. "I love you" I mouthed at her, pressing the knives into the base of her neck before she could reply. She concentrated on not moving her throat, lost the battle and swallowed hard under the blades. The knives rippled over her throat. Image 137 by Suki She felt the knee, forcing her bottom against the slats behind her. It jammed her into the wall, knocking the breath out of her, pressing her harder against the backdrop. Still, she pushed forward with her head, giving her mouth to her unseen lover kissing her. She tried to tune out everything else, the boards behind her butt, the clips on her nipples. Feeling only her Mistresses kiss, loosing herself in the sensation. The mouth pulled away from hers, leaving her gasping and struggling in her bonds. 'Come back' her mind and her body cried in earnest. A new sensation replaced the old, someone different, kissing and biting her neck, the muscle behind her ear. She shivered from this new touch, feeling the hair on her arms raise from goose bumps. The knee in her groin withdrew, leaving her open and available. She caught her breath, rasping deep in her throat, gasping for air through the heat and pain of leftover marks. She was aware, slowly of the feeling of others in the room, watching her body, watching her pain and pleasure. Image 138 by Suki She gasped at the feeling of fingers reaching toward her bottom. She had fantasized about it many times, but never in public had her Mistress gone "there". She tried to relax, knowing full well that tensing would do nothing but hurt her more. She felt a warm, lubed finger slide slowly into her bottom, alternately causing pain and something else... pleasure? She was uncertain, yet she felt the heat of her body, and the lubrication in her vagina. The finger withdrew, then pushed back in more quickly. She gasped at the suddenness and the force, swaying slightly in her bonds. "How does it feel?" she heard her Mistress ask from the other side of the room, her body suddenly going rigid with the realization that the touch did not belong to her. Currently, up to date, this is the end of the series. Hopefully in the future more will be added. Suki suki@fish.com -- +--------------' 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> /