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Subject: NEW: The Week-End, part 1 - MM/ff, D/s, cons., bond

THE WEEK-END
Part One


	She had been there before only once, and although it had been
quite interesting and a new experience, it hadn't been as completely
sucessful as she had hoped.
	For one thing, it was the first time she had felt the touch
and taste of another woman. For another, the other woman was also
extremely sub, and this had led to a bit of awkward fumbling as they
tried to decide who would wind up doing what to whom, since both had
so longed to be the "object" of the others actions.
	Nevertheless, it had been quite pleasant, quite enlightening
and very satisfyingly gentle in its own way.
	
	That had been a week or so past, and when she had gotten the
call in the middle of the following Wednesday, and it was him, she was
somewhat startled. He was supposed to be out of town, travelling on
business. But the instant she heard his voice, she felt the flush of
warm blood moving into her neck and face and the gentle quivering in
her sex.
	
	"I understand" he said quietly, without preamble or greeting
"that you and Pat had a good time a few evenings ago."
	"Yes" she said, quickly recovering her composure "it was very
interesting."
	"I'm so glad you enjoyed it" he answered smoothly. "I was so
hoping you two would get along in that way. It will make this week-end
so much easier for you both."
	She was startled momentarily.
	"This week-end? What about it."
	"Well" he said, calmly, his voice slowly flooding with that
tone she well knew and found herself automatically responding to... "I
have some rather... extensive plans for you both. You should plan, I
think, on being here at, shall we say, 8PM on Friday, and don't even
consider leaving until after 6PM on Sunday."
	A wave of tingles rolled through her as her mind flooded with
random and deliciously wicked thoughts.
	"And while you are here, I should be prepared for.... well,
just about anything." 
	He chuckled quietly and she felt herself catching her breath.
	"Of course, you will have complete instructions in your e-mail
tonight when you get home. Now, I want you to slide your hand into
your panties and make yourself cum for me.... right now."
	She hesitated for the briefest moment, then moved her hand,
sliding up her thigh, hidden by the desk, slipping it beneath the
skirt that rolled up under its press and slipped a fingertip under the
legband of her panties, quickly finding her already moist clit.
	"And I want you to bear some things in mind while you do it.
Things will happen this week-end that will be beyond anything you have
previously experienced. You will be fucked, eaten, plugged, flogged,
suspended, clamped and stimulated beyond anything you could possibly
imagine. This week-end is going to completely change your life, my
dear. Count on it."
	She came with a deep shudder and a loud moan.
	He had already hung up when her secretary appeared in the
doorway, her face a mask on concern.
	"Are you all right?" she asked.
	"I...." she paused, then smiled, a bit nervously "I'll let you
know on Monday."
	
	
	That evening her hands were literally trembling as she signed
onto the service and found his e-mail. She debated for a moment
reading it right there, but decided instead to "flash" it down and
sign off, so she could concentrate on it in complete privacy..
	
	The instant the modem disconnected, she opened the letter and
read its contents....
	
	"Beginning tonight you will obey all the following rules:
	
	1. You will wear your plug every night from the time you get
home until you go to bed.
	2. You will wear a crotch rope all day Thursday and Friday.
	3. You will insert your Ben Wa's immediately upon reciept of
this letter and keep them inside you, removing them only to wash them
once a day.
	4. You will NOT cum under any circumstances.
	5. You will not shave your pussy.
	6. You will not wear any panties from now until the week-end.
	
	As for what you can expect this week-end, it will be as I
mentioned today on the phone... more intense than you have ever
experienced or can possibly dream of. The following conditions will be
in effect for the entire week-end.
	
	1. You will be a SLAVE, not just a sub. Therefore, you will
call me "Master" and will OBEY, without question, anything you are
directed to do.
	2. You will have multiple partners, and you are to consider
yourself theirs to do with as they wish.
	3. There will be "documentary evidence" of the events of this
week-end, but it will be kept strictly confidential.
	
	If you do not agree to all of these conditions, e-mail me back
tonight declining to accept the invitation. No further repercussions
will result in your decision not to participate and it will not effect
chances for future play in the least.
	This is being arranged for your pleasure. You may refuse it if
you so desire."
	
	For one brief instant she considered declining... before her
hand slipped down toward her sex again and she began to stroke her
clit.... then suddenly she realized what she was doing, withdrew her
hand, reluctantly, and rose, turning toward the dresser where she kept
her plug...
	
	That Friday, at precisely 8PM, she stood on the doorstep and
rang the bell. It had been a very difficult two days. Her ass was
throbbing from the plug, not in any uncomfortable way, but simply
because of the constant brushing of it against her tender interior
nerve-endings... And she could feel the Ben Wa's inside her sex
brushing against the walls every time she moved, augmenting the
tormenting stroking of the thin crotch rope on either side of her
clit. Several times today alone she had had to stop dead still in
mid-stride and focus her mind with a great effort of will to prevent
cumming on the spot. People at the office thought she was "coming down
with something" and encouraged her to go home and relax. Little did
they suspect....
	She was still wearing the clothes she had on at work, though
underneath she was wearing her new corset, garter and stockings...
and, of course, no panties... She felt amazingly sexy and the blood
coursed through her cheeks and made her tingle all over.
	
	The door opened and there he stood, dressed only in a shirt
and his black bikini briefs.
	She was about to greet him but before she could, he simply
stepped back and opened the way for her.
	"Come in, slave" he said.
	
	Trembling, she stepped inside and the door closed behind her.
	
	Her first sight of the room stunned her and almost caused her
knees to buckle.
	There was Pat, already naked, bound spread on the floor in
front of the sofa, her legs held wide apart with a spreader bar, her
arms tied together at the wrists and a long rope lashing them to the
leg of the sofa. Her nipples were clamped and the chain that connected
them was stretched by a thin cord whose other end was tied off to the
coffee table nearby, stretching her breasts up. She was clearly
plugged anally and a startlingly large vibrator extended from her sex.
She could hear it humming all the way across the room.
	In addition, Pat was completely blindfolded and her mouth was
filled with a large ball-gag.
	But most startling of all was the other man, standing above
her, one hand holding a camera to his eye pointing it down at her, the
sound of it's shutter and autowinder occasionally snapping through the
air... his other hand holding a lit candle, which dripped small
splashes of wax onto Pat's unprotected stomach, causing her to squeal
and twitch with each contact of the hot liquid against her vulnerable
skin.
	She could see the large, glistening stain of Pats excitement
slowly spreading on the carpet between her trapped legs... For an
instant she wondered how long Pat had been in that particular position
and if that stain contained any residue of her having been allowed to
cum.
	
	"Get undressed" she heard him say, in front of her, and turned
to look at him. His eyes were blazing and firey. She shuddered with
excitement and reached with trembling hands for the buttons on her
dress.
	As the garment fell away from her, revealing her breasts
peering over the tip of the corset and the intimate "arrangement" of
her torments beneath, she saw him turn breifly to scoop up a chained
pair of nipple clamps and without any preamble, slipped them onto her
already erect buds of flesh, sending waves of sensations shooting
though her.
	"Oh God..." she groaned, fighting the urge to release and cum
on the spot. She closed her eyes and both savored and struggled
against the overwhelming new sensation.
	"Oh MASTER" he corrected quietly, moving around behind her.
	"Yes.... my Master" she whispered... and at that moment she
could palpably feel herself surrendering to whatever was to occur over
the next 48 hours.
	Behind her she felt her arms drawn back, her wrists crossed
and the steady, firm encircling of them by the rope, lashing them
together. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders, pressing her down.
Carefully, she lowered herself to her knees.
	He came around to stand in front of her, gazing down at her
for a long moment, before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of
his briefs and pushed them down, allowing his rigid cock to spring
forth, no more than an inch from her face.
	"Service me, slave" he said quietly "while I tell you what's
going to happen to you."
	
	She leaned forward, her mouth sliding open and surrounding the
head of his cock, but before she could take charge of the gentle
teasing that was her favorite way of demonstrating her abilities, she
felt his hands taking either side of her head and his cock being
driven into her mouth, deep.... and she realized, she was not to
perform nor show her skill, but merely to be there for him to fuck...
her mouth now his to use for his relief...
	And as he slowly established a rhythm, his hands holding her
head firmly, his cock sliding deeply into her mouth, over her tongue,
she could hear him speaking with a distant, dreamy voice above her...
	"Tonight, you belong to me and my friend... but tomorrow, we
are having a party... and you and Pat are the entertainment. You will
be tied, of course, and available for anything any of my guests want
to do with you. I'm sure you will be fucked... and one of my Domme
guests is very fond of fisting new slaves, so Im' sure that will
happen as well...
	"Tomorrow to prepare you for the party, you will remain naked
and bound, all day, as will Pat. Sunday you can expect to experience
being mummified with all your openings filled with some very special
toys...
	"But for tonight, you belong to my friend and myself... as
does Pat. And since this is a very special occasion, we will bind you
and fuck you. First with toys... then with our cocks. And you will
know what it is like to have a cock deep inside your virgin ass... and
we will take you, both at once... filling you completely... you'll be
bound the whole time, of course.. And then Pat will service you... and
you her...
	"But for the moment, I need to know you agree to all this...
and you can tell me that in one way, slave.... and do you know what
that way is? Do you?"
	His voice was becoming tense and his rhythm into and out of
her mouth was increasing. Her mind was swirling with random images and
thoughts and she was vaguely aware of the now rapid clicking and
whirring of the camera.
	"I hope all the pictures of this week-end come out. I'm sure
Robert will love seeing them."
	And at that moment he stiffened and she felt the hot fluid
splash against her tongue and throat, and her body responded with a
shudder and an eruption of cumming that had her screaming against his
cock, still planted deep in her mouth.
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