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Image 31

			by Suki

	It was her first time, her first experience.  They were
strangers, her and them.  They had met by an advertisement in the
local paper.  "Couple seeking new experiences.  Looking for a third to
share good times."

	She had responded, mailing them a letter, and then talking on
the phone for the last week or so.  Now here they were.  In a hotel
room, feeling uncomfortable.  She had had two glasses of wine with
dinner, but that had done little more than take the edge off.

	Now, as she looked around the room she felt emotions pouring
though her.  Excitement, fear, an admitted feeling of shame, warmth,
she could not even name all of them.  She was not going to back out.
The feelings of wanting to experience another woman were too strong.
It would be a night to remember, no matter what happened.



			Image 32

			by Suki

	She felt free, freer than she had felt for a long time.  Her
demons disappeared temporarily into the mist and her body relaxed the
semi-permanent knots in her muscles.  She walked briskly, lifting her
skirt with one hand, carrying the bag of bread with the other.  The
bread was for the ducks and geese.  It had been a long time since she
fed them.

	The day was windy, overcast, threatening to storm any minute.
Dark clouds blocked out the sun, making it seem more like evening than
midday.  She did not seem to notice.  

	The ducks and geese surrounded her, flapping their wings, and
pecking at her feet and legs.  Climbing over each other for the bread.
She stepped back, and climbed a nearby bench in an attempt to avoid
their bruising beaks.  Finally, when the bread was all gone, they
settled down.

	She stood by the pond, watching the birds.  They seemed so
close to humans it startled her.  She watched them pick on one poor
mutant duck.  The duck was funny colored, dull brown gray, instead of
the shiny brown of the rest.  She noted that it's feathers were half
plucked and then other ducks treated it with obvious disdain.  Just
like humans, she mused.

	A movement caught her eye.  Three male ducks chasing a female.
They tried to mount her, holding her against the ground.  She
remembered something a teacher told her once.  Ducks don't make love,
they gang bang.  Thank goodness we've evolved, she thinks, her lips
twisting with humor. 

	With a sigh, she wonders back to her car.  The pressures of
the day drawing her back to reality.  Her work is waiting.  Her life
is waiting.  Her master is waiting.  The last thought makes her hurry.

 

		Image 34

			by Suki

"Face me!" he thundered, angered that she would dare dispute him in
this matter.
	
	She whirled around, shooting him a black look.  "You will 
not order me like a child!" she retorted.  "And I'll pay for 
that little dent I put in your car.  I'm sorry.  But it doesn't
warrant your screaming at me!"

"On the contrary," he smiled archly, "Since your behavior is that of a
child, I think you should be treated as one.  Pull down your pants and
come over here.  You are going to receive a sound spanking."

"Hah!" she scoffed, "If you even think I'm going....oh!"  She gasped,
her voice trailing off in mid-statement as he harshly grabbed her arm.

"Ouch!"  she cried.

	He ignored her cry.  Wrenching down her underwear, he threw
her over his lap.  With one arm tightly pinning her, he began spanking
with the other.  She wiggled and kicked her legs, but could not get
free.  She was furious with him for the fight, and for the humiliating
position she felt she was in.  She felt awkward draped over his lap,
uncomfortable.  She was also turned on, the spanking excited her.  His
power excited her.

	Her bottom began to get burning hot, and it felt as if he was
putting all of his strength into each spank.  Her resistance was
getting feeble as he continued his punishment.  She felt as if she was
sinking into his lap.  Her cries became more and more harsh, and her
breathing, erratic.  She could her own breath in her ears, blood
pounding, and the sound of his palm on her skin.


  


			Image 35

			by Suki

	He knows she is laughing at him, silently, mocking his
struggle.  The thought makes him angry, and a dull red flush spreads
slowly up the back of his neck.  Cursing under his breath, he
continues his struggle.  He can see the smirk on her face.  'I really
shouldn't tease him,' she thinks.  'I know it frustrates him to know
end. Its just too much fun.  Besides, if I push him hard enough...'
She grows warm with the secret thought of her desires.  He is still
struggling.  Fighting her pair of skin tight jeans. 'Damn these
jeans!' he growls to himself.  'Why is it the better they look, the
harder it is to remove them?!' "What's the matter, darling?" She asks
with an innocent look, "having trouble?"  Her voice is dripping with
sarcastic sweetness.  "That's it!" he snarled.  With one fluid stroke
he pulled her jeans down to her thighs and flipped her onto her
stomach.  He knew she was deliberately teasing him.  And he knew what
she wanted.  He stares at her wiggling bottom before him.  She makes a
move as if to roll over and he stops her, placing a firm hand into the
middle of her back.  Then he raises the other hand, and brings it down
hard on her bottom.  She squeals with the sudden smack and her legs
reflexively kick up.  He smiles faintly with satisfaction and a red
print of his hand slowly spreads across her backside.  As the heat
spreads across her bottom she too smiles faintly.  Maybe she should
push more often.....




			Image 36

			by Suki

	She feels naked, vulnerable.  It is warm in the room, yet
goosebumps ripple across her skin and the hair on the back of her neck
stands up with tension.  She hands freely, not touching the floor.
Wide swing straps support her, circling under her thighs and up to a
beam in the ceiling.  Her legs are spread apart, and thick ropes keep
her ankles from coming together.  The ropes attach from her ankles to
eyebolts in the floor.  Her arms are tied behind her.  Each wrist
bound to an opposing elbow, then wound to the ropes going up to the
ceiling.  These ropes immobilize her, and keep her from falling
forward.  The tightness of her elbows and wrists behind her back
forces her to arch her back, jutting her breasts out in front of her.
She is blindfolded.  Gagged.  Her ears are covered with headphones.
All that is left is her sense of smell, and intuition.  She feels his
presence nearby.  She is reassured, she is not alone, forgotten.  Yet
she is afraid.  Anticipation fills her.  Trust.  She trusts this man.
He will not hurt her.  And yet she is still afraid.  He is circling
her.  Admiring his handiwork.  This is his fantasy.  She can feel a
slight breeze as she goes by.  Her head turns as if seeking his
direction.  Nothing happens.  Time goes by slowly.  She no longer
knows if he is nearby.  She struggles a little, testing the bonds.
Her body sways slightly, and then settles.  Her anticipation mounts.
She wants him.  Wants his touch.  She can feel herself.  Feel the air
between her legs.  Where is he?  Suddenly he is in front of her.
Behind her.  Touching.  Caressing.  She looses herself in the
sensation.  He is teasing.  She wants him so much.  She moans her
frustration into the gag, silently willing him to continue.

			-*- Original image idea from GHB.  Written
with permission.

 


		Image 37

		by Suki

"Yes Mistress!" he answered promptly.  She gave him a smile, a pat on
the buns, and stalked out the door.  He still didn't understand it.
She fascinated him.  He felt as if he would do anything for her, and
yet he had no idea why.  Her control was subtle, like the inner
weavings of a spider web.  What powers did she have?  In her presence
he lived only to serve her.  He would happily lay down his life for
her, if she had asked.  But she never asked for too much.  And now,
even when she was not around he found himself obsessively thinking
about her.  He was hers, to keep, to play with, to cherish, to use.
All of him.  Whenever she wanted.




		Image 38

			by Suki

	"Think of it as an invisible leash.  A way for me to control
you when I am not around.  When so ordered, you will find a quiet
place, lift up your clothing, and masturbate.  You will _not_ cum!  If
you cum you will be severely punished.  The order will come when you
see the numbers 7674.  Memorize this code.  The second number I expect
you to memorize is 4685.  When you see this code you will leave
whatever you are doing...wait, don't interrupt!  As I was saying, you
will leave whatever you are doing and go to my apartment. There you
will strip naked, and be waiting at the door in the position when I
arrive.  You will never see the second code during working hours.  Any
questions?  Good.  I will find many uses for your new pager."




			Image 39

			by Suki

	She sinks into the water, the bubbles caressing her like
lovers hands.  Relaxing, she closes her eyes, enjoying the hot water
and feeling of weightlessness.  The swimsuit suddenly feels too
constricting.  In this relaxed atmosphere of the outside Jacuzzi she
wants to be naked, free of clothing and restrictions.  Casting a
glance around to assure herself of being alone she sheds her suit.
The water covers her almost completely, and she is sure that no one
can tell.  Besides, it is late at night, and the pool area is empty.
Again she relaxes and closes her eyes.  The jet of water hits her
lower back, and she raises herself to position it against her bottom.
Almost automatically her hands lower to her naked womanhood.  She
begins to move with the water, the jet striking her bottom, her
fingers rubbing her clit.  With her other hand she reaches up and
squeezes one, then the other nipple.  She is close, right on edge.
"Hello."  A deep masculine voice startles her back to reality.  She
looks up, at the man crouching nearby the edge of the jacuzzi and then
blushes furiously.  He stares, looking at her hard.  She feels as if
his eyes are seeing though her very core.  "I will join you."  He
states.  Not a question.  Not an order.  It is a statement, made
firmly, with no tone for argument.  Slowly, deliberately, he strips
off his clothing.  His eyes never leave her face.  She finds she
cannot look away.  He is strong, both in body and character.  She is
drawn to him.  It is as if she can feel his power emanating from his
body.  He slips into the water.  For several minutes they sit in
silence.  Her thoughts drift back, to her last master.  They
separated, not because of problems, or troubles, rather because she
moved.  She had accepted a job far away...too far to continue the
relationship.  She missed him.  "Put your hands behind your head!"
The stranger ordered her suddenly.  Instinctively, she obeyed, and
then blushed crimson realizing what she had done.  "I suspected as
much," he said quietly.  "You miss him, don't you?" Tears sprang to
her eyes, unbidden.  She did not understand how this stranger knew her
so well.  She missed her master terribly, and was lonely and
frightened in this new town.  Mutely she stared at the stranger, tears
trickling out of the corners of her eyes.  He opened his arms.  It was
a gesture, and offer.  She knew the offer was more than just comfort.
It was more, so much more.

 


			Image 40

			by Suki

	She walked down the street with an air of confidence.  Head
held high, eyes forward.  Whistles and catcalls followed her around.
She acknowledged them, with either a tip of her head or a smile.  She
felt beautiful.  'They would be shocked' she thought, with an inward
smile 'if they knew.'  Shocked to know about the belt with two
vibrators fastened discretely under her baggy jeans.  Shocked to know
of her hairless womanhood.  Shocked to know her thoughts.  She smiled.
Outwardly, this time, radiating warmth from inside of her.  Those
around her noticed the aura of secret happiness.  She felt beautiful.

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