Message-ID: <17975eli$9812130428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17975.txt> From: Model-Bridgette@webtv.net (Bridgette) Subject: "I Was a Model Slave" (2/?), (m/f,f/f,sm,tor,scat,etc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII Content-Disposition: Inline X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAtAhRIx64p58SwTsoxlx0CBIOAEfmiwwIVAJnJudqQYgC824bpst6x4Jbi10zF 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: <7853-36724BAE-6@newsd-123.bryant.webtv.net> by Model Bridgette Part Two I didn't think much about that night after it happened. He was just some guy, kind of cute, but then I had tons of guys looking at me or trying to get into my pants. I didn't really think that Yvette would be all that interested in James either, but she was. It was all she could talk about for days. I remember one night when I was trying to sleep and heard those two come in, and they must have brought a girl with them, because I heard more than one female voice. Through the walls I know I heard cries and screams, but I couldn't tell if it was pleasurable or painful sounds. I never got out of my bed. Maybe I was afraid of what I might see; my instinct was right. James finally left to return to the United States, where, incidentally, I was born. But before he left, he and Yvette exchanged email addresses so that they could correspond. Almost from the day that he left, she was on the laptop sending him letters. Then, they found a private chatroom and began talking, talking for hours. I didn't consciously notice it at the time, but Yvette was simultaneously becoming a greater influence in my life. I first I thought I was being a good hostess when I offered to do her laundry, clean her sheets, and cook our meals, but after a few weeks, it was kind of an accepted practice that I would do all of the chores in the flat. Then, just as I was on the verge of telling her it was time for Yvette to pull her weight around here, she called me into her room. Yvette sounded tired from the club. She was undressing and she had no inhibition being naked in front of me, I guess. Yvette asked me to come over and give her a massage. She handed me some oil and I just seemed to be acting on remote control. Yvette turned over on her stomach and that's when I got my first close up of her perfectly shaped ass. My hands started at her neck and shoulders, and I gradually moved along her back and sides, being careful not to touch her breasts or her ass. My roommate moaned softly about how great my hands felt. I had never given anyone a massage before, and I had definitely never touched another woman like this. I found myself coming closer and closer to her supple ass. Finally, Yvette softly said, "Lower, lower." I found myself wanting to please her, so I let my hands fall toward her asscheeks. I gingerly pressed my oily fingers against her skin and then carefully between her cheeks. Yvette moaned at this action. I didn't tell her then, but the whole scene was making me wet. I had some sleeping dreams about seeing Yvette nude, about touching her pussy in the same way that I touched myself...but this was too much too fast. I got up hastily and told her I had to go to bed. I practically ran back to my room. I still had the oil on my hands, and when I was pretty sure she wasn't going to knock on my door, I began to play with my clit, thinking the whole time about Yvette. After that, it became fairly standard that I would wait up for Yvette and give her a massage. Not just on her back either. She would turn over and reveal her neatly shaved pussy and her tits, and I would at first turn red in the face with embarrassment, but eventually I got used to her. I never took off my own teddy when I rubbed her down. Almost on instinct I wanted to please her, and I never really thought about asking her to massage me. Usually after the massage in her room, Yvette would see me off to bed, give me a little peck of a kiss, and then go to the laptop computer to talk online with James. One morning after I woke up, I walked out of the my room headed for the shower and saw that Yvette and James had been talking ( or typing ) through the night. Yvette told him that I was up and then he said he wanted to talk to me. We made some small talk then he got serious. James wanted to know how long I had felt attracted to Yvette; he knew somehow, and without even thinking about it really, I started to spill my guts for him. He had this way of making you trust him, even over the computer. I found out he was an artist who worked a lot in bondage themes. Rather than being shocked or wary, I wanted to know more. He described his work and I asked to see some scans over the net. James said he would send them when I was ready. Kind of mysterious, and my first thought was he must be making this crap up. Even if he was, I noticed how interested I had become in the subject matter. I got off the laptop to tell Yvette that he wanted to talk to her and to my surprise, she had prepared some strawberries and cream for my breakfast. Yvette stood there with only her thong underwear and I had just my silk teddy, standing in the kitchen. She smiled and raised a strawberry dripping with white cream to my lips and teased me with it. Yvette traced the outline of my pouty lips and then slid the fruit into my mouth, watching me bite down on the juicy berry. Something didn't taste quite right and I wasn't sure what. I only found out much later that the special cream she prepared actually was mixed with her own pussy juice. Yvette walked me over to the laptop and I sat down next to her. She fed me several more juicy strawberries, and for some reason she typed into James exactly what she was doing to me. I remember seeing his word, "excellent," just before Yvette kind of playfully slapped my ass and told me not to look at the screen when they were talking. I turned red in the face and I was genuinely sorry that I upset her. Then Yvette took my chin and turned my face up to meet hers. She talked to me in the tone you use for a child, saying she was going to take me shopping today for clothes. I felt better quickly, and I meekly asked if I could have some more strawberries. Yvette nodded yes. I raised my hand to take one and she swiftly slapped it away. I was a little stunned. But it was soon apparent, the only way I was going to get breakfast was by Yvette hand feeding me. She did just that, and then she told me to lick the bowl. A few minutes later, when I was showering, my fingers found my pussy and my mind kept thinking about Yvette. [ Part Three coming soon,...] -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>