Message-ID: <7945eli$9804161529@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: The Master <themaster@nym.alias.net> Subject: STORY: Tape.1 By Asparrow (M/f,Bdsm) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic,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: <19980416061800.24553.qmail@nym.alias.net> This is a repost from earlier usenet times (I was around in those times, yes), it is not my own. Can anyone repost the other stories by asparrow, as I cannot find them except Kareb.txt. She really was a great author, it's a pity she isn't writing anything now. Ah, as usual the disclaimer applies, ONLY ADULTS aged 18 years or more are supposed to be reading this. If you are not, just go away and go elsewhere (Try www.disney.com). The Master email:themaster@nym.alias.net //Archive-name: tape.1 //Author: asparrow //Title: tape.1 sides 1&2 Now about this one. The tape actually exists. It actually says this stuff. I actually followed it. And yes, my sometime top does talk like this. Enjoy. Picture the following: a tall slender red-head girl kneels on the carpet. Her knees are spread and she is nude. Before her sits a tape player, a pair of alligator clips, and a 10" vibrator. She takes a deep breath, screwing up her courage to reach out and turn on the tape player. She presses "play." From the speaker issues a deep, sensuous male voice. She has described it as "rich as chocolate coffee laced with arsenic and more addictive than crack." She trembles slightly, obeying his commands. "Greetings, slave girl. Well now, it has been a very long time since last I gazed upon that ravishing form of yours. I have missed you, slave girl. Has a slave missed her master? "Lift your chin, slave girl. Let me gaze into that oh-so- innocent face of yours; the face I dream about... Let us see that precious, precious throat of yours. Ah, what's this? No collar? Perhaps we shall have to do something about this. Ah, but, that will come later. As ever, slave girl, if you want wear my collar, you're going to have to earn it. "Turn your head slave girl, to the left...now to the right...pretty wench indeed. And such lovely hair. Oh dear, it has been such a long time since I ran my fingers through that soft, soft hair of yours, since I rang the little bells on your earrings. Since my eyes have feasted upon this body of yours. Oh, so tempting... Face to the front, slave girl. "Chin up! Keep it there, slave girl, I'm not done looking at you yet. Oh, you look so inviting, so inviting kneeling there, owned. A slave even without a collar. Straighten that back slave girl! You will kneel properly before your master. Mmm. Yes, I do like to look at you. Spread those knees just a little wider, slave girl. You know I demand and expect full access to every square inch of your lucious form. And I will take it, believe me. "Just let me look at you for a while. I'm not usually one to repeat myself, slave girl, but it has been such a long time, and I have indeed missed you sorely. "What am I thinking, slave girl? [evil chuckle] Oh, what lusty, wonderful thoughts am I thinking, indeed when I look upon you. My slave. My passion slave. Oh yes, that brings up a few memories, doesn't it, passion slave? And your name for me. Go ahead, slave girl, dare to whisper it to me. Again! Yes, passion slave. Your shalafi will take you someday. Oh, don't you ache for it? You want it, oh-so-badly. [evil laugh] Oh, I'll just bet you do. As you tease me and tempt me from a safe distance, knowing all along in the back of your lovely twisted mind just how little it would take to close that distance, even as my hand closes around your throat. Oh, but not to harm, no. To place the collar around your neck, the collar you so want and deserve. The collar you so desire, even as I desire you. "Are we trembling, slave girl? You little slut. You've always had a curious--oh, how to say it, slave girl--desire, perhaps? fascination? need? to be called by exactly what it is you are. For me, slave girl, `passion slave' is enough. It engenders the more tender memories of you. Memories I intend to renew someday. Ah, but perhaps you can thrill me just a little bit here and now. Keep that back straight! Chin Up! I'm not done looking at you. "Oh, how badly you deserve a good sound thrashing with my whip. Yes, you remember that whip, don't you, slave girl? Wonder how it would feel in my hands, as I stroke you with it...caress you with it... back and front, taking my time. Running that coarse, firm leather over every inch of you from the waist up, stroking it once or twice between your legs. [Deep inhalation] "Mmm, what is that delicious odor I smell, slave girl? Smells to me like...bitch...in heat! But that's about what you are, isn't it, passion slave? You worthless whore! No, no, no, that's not right at all now, is it? You, passion, slave are far from worthless. On no, you have considerable value, even if it is only for entertainment. You seem a little bit nervous, slave girl. Don't you like being called worthless? Even if we both know it's far from true? Or perhaps the word `whore'? No, that doesn't suit you either, does it? At least a whore has the decency to ask for something in return for her favors. But you don't have that luxury or privilege, do you, _slave girl_? I will take form you anything and as much of anything as I desire. Use you savagely for my own decadent pleasure. And you, you little bitch, you enjoy it so much, don't you? "How does it feel, slave girl--and tell me truly--how does it feel to know yourself owned? Speak slave girl, speak louder so I can hear you. How does it feel to know you are the object of mad desire and personal cravings? Oh, you send such tremors through me, slave girl. Ah, it isn't enough merely to own you. I must have you. Have you in my arms again. Hold you like I did before in my cold, but firm and ever-so-delightfully possessive grasp. There's no escape for you slave girl. None at all. But then you wouldn't have it any other way, would you, bitch? No, not for you. Even if the possibility of escape were to be made open, and I assure you it most certainly is not, I want you far too much. Even if only for now, the simple pleasure of owning you, looking at you kneeling there before me. My passion slave. "Look down at those clamps, slave girl. Yes, nice nasty little teeth on those, aren't there? You asked me, slave girl, how much of your teasing you would be made to pay for. Well, you knew the answer all along, slave girl. I'm going to make you pay for all of it. How many of your fantasies will I make reality at my leisure? All those that suit me, of course. All in my own good sweet time. Ah, but no, no clamps for you yet, though you sorely deserve them. No clamps for you yet. "I regret we have this annoying little bit of background noise, that steady hum. But I don't mind, not when I have you to concentrate my personal pleasure on, my personal attention. "Tell me again, slave girl, would you like to please your master now? Now that I've taken in every aspect of you as you kneel there? I'm not going to lay a single finger on you right now, slave girl, tempting as you are. Instead, you are now going to use your own hands to bring yourself off for my pleasure, while I watch and listen. "Raise your hands, slave girl, to your hair. Put them behind your head. That's it. Thrust those delicious breasts of yours forward into prominance where I can see them better. Oh, to run my hands over them again, to lightly twist those hard, red little nipples of yours. To suck upon them and then bite them between my canines as I have done before. Umm, they are a pretty pair, aren't they? Too soon to be marred by a pair of clamps. Awww. I'm going to enjoy that, slave girl, especially since you are going to put them on for me; and then wait as the pressure and the pain builds. And I will listen and watch as you squirm and whine, and I'm not going to be satisfied until there are tears running out of your eyes. But, again, that comes later, slave girl. I find anticpation to be a rather interesting appetizer. "Stroke the sides of your neck, slave girl, like you want me to do. Like I do when I have you in my grasp. Mmmm...so soft, so nice. Now the face, slave girl. Oh, you're no raving beauty to be sure, but you do have your own charm. Especially with that hair. Have I ever told you, slave girl, how much I like the color? How much the very sight of it--and you--fire my blood? That's not an easy thing to do, slave girl. I set rather difficult standards. "Keep stroking the face, slave girl. Explore every line and curve. Take your time as I do. The easiest way for a slave girl, at least one of mine, to know when her master is losing interest is when he stops admiring her face. Pray that never happens to you, slave girl. You know why you exist! The only excuse for your meager existance is simple and solely to please me. Once you exhaust that, what are you? Nothing! Ah, but I don't see that happening for some time. "Back down to your neck slave girl, under the chin, slowly. And then down to your shoulders. Mmm, nice and firm shoulders you have. Also soft. Down the arms, slave girl...back up...shoulders. "Ah, yes and now move to one of my favorite parts. Yes, down to your breasts. Ah yes, squeeze them, slave girl. Oh, I am enjoying the sight of this. Squeeze them, slave girl, rub them. Oh, and don't ignore those nipples. No. Mmmmm. Yes, do it just as if I were there, doing it for you instead while you were chained helplessly, unable to resist. Which, in truth you are, whether I bother to chain you or not. Isn't that right, slave girl? Mmm. So nice. Definitely one of your more attractive features. "Keep your back straight, slave girl! Keep it straight. No slouching before your master. It would...displease me. Yes, keep playing with those nipples, slave girl. Twist them gently, roll them back and forth. Oooh yes, keep them awake, I like the sight of them. "Alright, now down the sides of you. Down to your stomach. How's your diet going, slave girl? Do you think the vision of you pleases your master? You're not heavy, now, are you? I like nice flat tummies, you know. I like them to be very nice contrasts to the breasts above. Do you think your weight's sufficient to satisfy me? Should I tell you what I think? No, that'd be too easy. Just rub, slave girl. Very slowly. You know I like to take my time with my pets, my toys, my possessions. "Now down, further, to your thighs and your legs. Spread those knees a little farther slave girl. Mmmm. Also soft, shapely. A little large in the thigh perhaps, but, then again, I like a girl with some meat on her. "Alright, slave girl, enough of that. Pick up the clamps. Both of them. Yes, I've been looking forward to this. Wake up those nipples of yours, slave girl, they're going to get something now. All right, slave girl, open the first clamp. Put it in place, and put it on. Now the second. Put it on. That's it. Oh, yes. Oooh, what delightful pain. Scream, slave girl, scream if you must, but keep it low. Mmmm. Don't you DARE take them off! You just kneel and think about it. As that pain builds and builds.... Isn't it feeling just so good, you little slut? You know you wanted it! Now live with it! "Oh, it hurts does it? All right, slave girl, take them off. And now, because your cries have pleased me, I will let the tape run out now. And when you're feeling up to it again, you may turn it back over and listen to the other side. Maybe if you please me, I won't have you put them back on. But you did well, slave girl. You kept them on for almost, over 1 full minute. That is the purpose of endurance clamps, now, isn't it? "Enjoy your pain, bitch. There's more to come." [evil chuckle] She wipes her face of tears, cradling her very sore breasts defensively. Fearful of what will be asked, yet not daring to disobey even the taped version of her master's orders, she presses eject and turns the tape. Pausing for a time, she finally presses play and the voice continues. "Well, now, slave girl, are we fully recovered, yet? You must be, since you've turned me back on. Well, let's have a look at those little dents. Lovely little clamps, aren't they? Oh, yes, I can tell they will be a regular of mine, should ever you displease me. Just be thankful I'm feeling benign. Otherwise, I'd use the other, spring-loaded clamps. Now those should do some real damage. But I don't like damaging my property, especially, the property I desire. Mmm, those are some nasty little dents, aren't they? Are you looking forward to feeling the bite of those clamps again, slave girl? Are you? Perhaps, when I get my hands on you again, we'll play some real games with those clamps. As you pointed out, and as I'm well aware, there are other, more tender places those might be placed. But then, again, I'm not fond of damaging my property. Especially if my slave girl can keep me entertained otherwise. Good slave flesh is hard to come by. And you, my passion slave, being a true woman and a rather accomplished seductress, you will be kept around for some time. To please me. To serve my every pleasure. "How would a good whipping feel now, slave girl? Hmmm? Clamps weren't good enough for you, I think. Perhaps I should have you flagellate yourself. No. No, never put a whip in a slave girl's hand, not unless it serves some other purpose. No, slave girl, the only person who's going to really give you the thrashing you deserve--the thrashing you so desire--is me. That is a pleasure I have reserved solely for myself. You want it, don't you, bitch? You want the burning kiss of my whip! The burning touch of leather. "Caress your shoulders for me, slave girl. Oh, how they must itch for a whipping. Tell me, slave girl: when I whip you, should I give you the privilege of choosing what position you shall be in? Should I have you lie on your bed--or mine--and whip you there? Across your back as you scream your cries into the sheets? Or should I have you standing, chained spread-eagle as before? Or maybe kneeling, like the bitch you are, while weights, attached to clamps, dangle from your nipples? Mmmm, now there's a thought. We shall see, slave girl, when the time comes. And it will. I'm a very patient man, slave girl. This, of course, does not mean I like to be kept waiting. But some slaves are worth waiting for. And as I've said, anticipation makes for excellent appetizer. "Mmm, you know what my mouth waters for right now, slave girl? A kiss from your lips. My tongue would just love to rape your mouth again. Mmm, twining with your own. You say I'm a good kisser, slave girl. I say it takes two to accomplish a good kiss, and I have never been disappointed by you yet. "Bring those hands down to your shoulders, slave girl, down to your breasts. Careful of the nipples. Bring some life back into them, but be gentle. After what they've just been through, I would be. Though it's more mercy than you deserve to be shown, I'm sure. "Did the clamps feel good, slave girl? Would you like to feel them again? I wonder. "And now we have that vibrator. The one I told you to have ready for me, when next I saw you, when next you played this tape. A poor substitute for me, yes, but for now it will have to do. Pick it up, slave girl. Pick up that vibrator and turn it on. And now, pleasure yourself with it, even as I please myself by watching and listening. Oh, and no low setting, slave girl. Turn it up! Not to maximum, I don't think, but close. And use it on yourself. Bring yourself off for my pleasure, slave girl, until what time as I can do it personally. Mmm, that's it. I can't quite hear you, slave girl A little louder. "Oh, yes, pain and pleasure. Nothing's too extreme for my passion slave, is it, slut? Keep working that vibrator, slave, keep working it. You should be rather practiced at it, I should think. Mmm, what would it feel like, slave girl, what would it feel like to have a real man? One who knew what you liked and wasn't at all afraid to give it to you. Just like I just you those clamps. They're still nearby, aren't they, slave girl? They better be. I did promise you more pain if you failed to please me. Oh, you're not looking forward to them again, slave girl? That's just too bad. Keep working that vibrator. Keep that vibrator going. Yes. Mmmmm. That's it, bring yourself off. Bring yourself off, just as if I was really there. That's it, slave girl, you're putting even me in the mood. Ahhh. Just to watch you doing this. "All right, a slave shouldn't enjoy herself too much without her master. Turn it off. Put it away. Was it good, slave girl? As good as the real thing? [pause] Interesting answer. "Do you dream of me, slave girl? Do you? How often do you fantasize about really being mine? Sleeping chained at the foot of my bed. Kneeling beside my chair. Always available to serve my every whim. Most girls would cringe and be revolted at the very thought of that, slave girl. Ahh, but not you. No, you fantasize about being owned by a monster, who would destroy you eventually. Well, you'll not find that monster here, slave girl, though he definitely exists. And I'm sure I could take a very distinct and decadent pleasure in destroying you piece by piece over weeks, maybe even a month. Dead slaves offer no pleasure. They do no work. And I'm not fond of damaging my property, for the final time. "How would you like to feel my hands running across your body right now, slave girl? I think you'd better utilize your own right now, as if I was there to do it. That's it, get yourself going. Please me, slave girl. Those clamps are still nearby, and if I order you to put them on, you wouldn't dare disobey now, would you? And, by the way, while you're pleasuring yourself with you hands as if they were my own, consider this: those clamps you just had on, you had on for about one minute and twenty seconds. I'm sure it seemed longer to you, but to me the time just flew. Perhaps I should have you put them on again. Would you like that, slave girl? Keep those hands going. Would you like that, slave girl? Slut. Bitch. Mmm, yes, I know what you are, and I'm not afraid to call you by what you are, and I'm definitely, most definitely, not at all hesitant to treat you like the slave you are. "I'm very fond of the quote that goes 'Be true to yourself, above all others.'" And you are, after all, a slave. Existing only for your master's pleasure. Do you think I love you, slave girl? Do you think I'm even capable of the emotion? Do you love me, slave girl? Say that again, slave girl. Do you love your master? Well, perhaps I should teach you the folly of your ways then, the error in your thinking. "Stop pleasing yourself with your hands, slave girl. Pick up the clamps again. Oh, but haven't you pleased me? Yes, slave girl, you have pleased me. And I know you don't want those clamps back. But then, as you have oftentimes reminded yourself, what is a slave girl's pleasure to her master's? "Look at them, slave girl. Look at those nasty little clamps and their teeth. Are you ready to feel them again? Are we trembling, slave girl? Are we afraid? Are you daring to consider disobedience? Mmmm. That just won't do, not at all. Your master, slave girl, wants to see you wear those clamps again. And that means you're going to do it. Because it would please me. And that's all you live for, isn't it, bitch? To please me. Well, then, do it! Put the clamps back on, now! "Get on your back, slave girl. Lie on your back and writhe around on that floor like the filthy bitch you are! Oooh the pain! Filthy with sin, not dirt. Filthy with decadent desire, just the way I like you. Ahh, the pain, the pain! Yes, slave girl, your master is enjoying this immensely. Cry out, slave girl, there's no one to hear you. Beg for mercy, slave girl. That's it, beg for it! Maybe I'll even hear you and take pity. Louder, slave girl, louder! Put some feeling into it. If you don't, I suppose I can leave them on... "Little endurance clamps are so much fun. You don't know how much I'm looking forward to putting them on personally. Keep begging, bitch! Squirm! Ahhh, yes. Take them off, bitch, take them off. Your cries again have pleased me, as has your obedience. "Very good, slave girl. Passion slave. Though I desire you madly, we shall remain apart for a while yet. But I will claim you. Enjoy your pain, passion slave. There will be more, especially when you are within my clutches. Ahh, but then, there will be pleasure, too. As before, and perhaps more. That will be dependent on you, slave girl. For now, as you dry your tears, remember: Your master is waiting and he is, indeed, very fond of you. Passion slave: the name you truly need; the only identity you ought to have. My passion slave. Good-bye, passion slave, until next time. When I can do things, perhaps, myself and enjoy you fully. "I have greatly enjoyed this little session of ours, passion slave. Thank your master, passion slave, for the pain he has given you. You're welcome, passion slave. Until next time. "[long pause] Love, passion slave, is truly a bizarre experience." "[long pause] I _will_ be waiting...in the Shadowborder. And I will be back. [evil chuckle]" "Dream about me.... Dream...." >----------------------------------------------------------------- So there it ends. A bit repetitive, and I can't capture the inflections of his beautiful, sexy voice, but still arousing on the tape. Look for some erotic poetry coming soon. He has promised me another (in fact it is done, all he has to do is figure out how to smuggle it to me.) with more verbal harshness, and a lot less of the euphemisms. As always comments are welcome. Flames get read quietly and responded to as appropriate. Love, (enjoy the bizarre experience) Succubus -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |