Message-ID: <3623eli$9709021642@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3623.txt> From: "Kitty" <Kittypoet@geocities.com> Subject: Little Slave's Fantasy 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: <01bcb757$038ad840$93582299@rosy-rump> This is a fantasy story that I am writing for my Mistress at her command. It is fiction, for now. It contains adult content and is not intended for those under 18. ********** I walked through the door and dropped my keys on the table, noticing the absolute silence of the house. Wondering where everyone was, I wander around the house. In our bedroom I noticed the note. "Little Slave . . .We are out purchasing gifts for you. You said that this was what you wanted. It is too late to back out now. So when we get home, you had better be ready. Take a hot shower, shave completely, and put on the skirt and black vest with the zipper. No bra, no panties. Leave your hair down and lay out the collar and bonds for later." My eyes widened considerably at this. I had always fantasized about being a slave and had talked this over with my lovers. We had messed around with it before, but had not been serious. Not really. Now this. I felt the butterflies in my stomach start a riot, and the telltale moisture between my legs telling me what my body thought of this note. I got in the shower and completed the mundane parts of my instructions. Getting out and brushing my long blonde hair I contemplated what exactly this could mean. What was going to happen to me tonight? I had not a clue, but a thousand possibilities raced through my head. Pulling on the skirit I felt it brush against my newly shaved mound. It felt so strange to feel the skirt without the comfort and security of the undergarments. I zipped up the black vest that went with the skirt and, in an outfit that I wore quite freqently and comfortably, I suddenly felt very naked and vulnerable. That moisture between my legs was building up and I had tingles in my breast from the vest brushing across my unbound breasts. At the sound of the front door opening, I jumped. My eyes widened alarmingly. This was it. No turning back. My tongue slipped out to moisten my suddenly dry lips. Then they were at the door to the bedroom. "Very nice slave, now see . . .was that so hard?"my mistress querried. There was a smile on her face that promised this would be a long night and I shivered. "R-", I started, only to have a warning look thrown to me. "Mistress?" I tried again. "Yes, little slave?" "What . . .", my voice trailed off lamely, not really knowing what to say. I looked at them imploringly, green eyes asking the question my tongue had failed to. She laughed. "Don't worry slave. You'll find out what's in store for you, but not right now. Get your jacket and let's go." I stood there a bit blankely. It seemed that my legs wouldn't function. My body testing the limits of their patience. It didn't take long to find them. I felt a punishing grip on my right nipple, twisting painfully. "I said 'NOW' slave!", my mistress gave me a hard look and my body sprang into action. I grabbed my coat and we headed out to the car. My master stopped me at the door. "Little slave, did you follow all of our instructions?" there was a teasing look in his eyes. My eyes lowered, embarassed. "Yes, Master." "Show me little slave." My eyes flew to his face in alarm and a hint of defiance. He chuckled and gave me a look. "Yes little slave. Pull up your skirt and let me see that you followed our intructions." I could feel my face heating up as my Mistress laughed merrily at my discomfort. Slowly, very reluctantly, I pulled up my skirt until it framed my pubis. My eyes could not meet theirs as I held my skirt up to my waist. Hands touching me roughly brought my eyes to my Master's quickly, shocked. There was a twinkle there, as well as desire. "Very nice little slave." My Mistress moved behind me and rubbed my bottom through the skirt. I could feel my body heating up, the moisture building between my legs and my face reddening. I felt one of my masters fingers slip inside me briefly. I gasped. "Mmmmm, you are very wet slave. That's good. Now drop your skirt. We don't want to be late, do we?" His finger left me and I wimpered. I didn't want to go anywhere. I was so hot and wet and I looked briefly at his crotch, longingly. He chuckled. "I don't think so slave." My Mistress swatted my bottom and I gasped. She laughed at the hurt look I threw her. Soon, we were on our way. The vibrations of the car doing nothing for the ache in my loins. It was an agonizing few minutes but soon we had arrived at the restaurant. As we waited to be seated I could feel my Mistress rubbing my bottom. She leaned close and whispered in my ear. "It was just a tap, little one. Before tonight is over, your bottom will be nice and red. And that's IF you behave." She chuckled as she noticed the shock in my eyes. I looked around the room, wondering if anyone was watching me. Her hand slipped inside my vest and pinched a nipple sharply. I gasped and she grinned even wider. Embarrased eyes flew to a young man who was watching us with obvious recognition of what was going on. We got to our table and sat down for our meal . . . which was pretty normal except for the fact that I could not eat a thing. Those butterflies made it impossible. That and the fact that halfway through the meal my Mistress wanted to know if I was still ready for them. She wanted to see that I was still wet. Face flaming, I just nodded. "Little slave,"she said, "You know that is not good enough. Stick your finger inside yourself and show me." If I wasn't wet before, I most certainly was after that. I blushed even harder, If that is possible and slowly stuck a finger in my dripping crotch and pulled out the moist finger to show my Mistress. Holding up the damp digit, I saw a look pass between my Master and Mistress. My master looked at me and smiled. "I'll have that for dessert." He took my finger and licked my wetness from it. I squimed in my seat, my face hot, my crotch wet. None of us ate very much and soon we were on the way home. "The night has just begun, Little slave. I hope you are prepared." My Mistress laughed and I cringed. I was to find out in that night what being a real slave was all about. This is the beginning of a story. The rest will follow. 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