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This is my first posting to a.s.s.m. Thought it was time I gave something back
after lurking for ten years:-).

Comments, suggestions, and reviews welcomed. I'm new to writing erotica.
Please send comments to kelly5323@mailexcite.com.

If you're not old enough to read this, don't.

						

							Until Dawn

John switched off his computer and turned off the light. He 
was anxious to get out of the office and on the way home. It 
was Friday night, it was his birthday, and Kelly had 
promised him a surprise. He wondered what she had in 
mind--he knew it wasn't dinner and a movie. Kelly rarely 
came up with anything that pedestrian.

Kelly had called earlier in the day and left him a 
mysterious voicemail. She'd said simply, "Happy Birthday, 
darling. I have a surprise for you. Be home at 6."

It was five minutes to six when he pulled up in the 
driveway. John strode eagerly in the back door and into the 
kitchen. "I'm home," he called.

Silence greeted him. His heart dropped into his shoes. He'd 
been so excited to get here, now where was she? John finally 
noticed the note propped up on the kitchen table. Grabbing 
it, he read, " Happy Birthday! Please go upstairs, take off 
all your clothes, and put on your bathrobe. You can shower 
if you feel like it. Wait for me in the bedroom."

John grinned. He knew his "surprise" would have something to 
do with sex. It had been a rough day at work, but just the 
thought of rolling around with Kelly gave him new energy. He 
bounded up the stairs and into their large master suite. He 
looked for Kelly, but she was nowhere to be found. He had 
noticed that the door to her office was closed. Maybe she 
was in there putting on lingerie or something. The thought 
made him shiver with anticipation. He decided to shower.

Toweling himself off, John walked into the bedroom to see if 
Kelly was there yet. She wasn't, but she obviously had been. 
The lights were all off, and it looked like she had enough 
candles burning to start the Chicago fire. A light scent of 
sandalwood wafted through the room, and he could hear some 
faint music coming from down the hall.

John finished drying himself and pulled on his bathrobe. He 
sat down in a large green overstuffed chair to wait. Just as 
he was starting to get impatient, Kelly came in.

She was wearing a black G-string with a white bow attached. 
Not a fabric bow, but the kind you put on presents. Her 
breasts were uncovered, but she wore a thick leather collar 
around her neck. One end of a leather leash was attached to 
a D-ring at the front of the collar; the other end was in 
her hand. She came to stand directly in front of him.

It was obvious that she was embarrassed. Her eyes never left 
the floor, and he thought he could detect a slight tremor in 
her lower lip. She raised the hand holding the leash. Her 
hand shook as she offered it to him.

"Until dawn, I belong to you. I will serve you any way you 
wish," she said softly.

John stood and took the leash. He pulled her toward him and 
held her in his arms for a minute. This was something 
different. He and Kelly had played bondage games before, but 
this was the first time she'd ever offered to be his slave. 
He wondered where she'd bought the collar. Now, of all his 
fantasies about what he'd so with a sex slave, which to make 
come true?

John let Kelly go. He pulled down on the leash while 
pressing down on her shoulder. Kelly understood and sank to 
her knees. John hurriedly pulled his bathrobe open and 
pushed his now-erect cock toward Kelly's face. She took it 
tenderly in her hands and began to run the tip of her tongue 
up and down its shaft. Crouching down further, Kelly moved 
to lick at his balls, taking each one in her mouth and 
sucking gently. He loved it when she worshipped his cock 
that way. She truly seemed to enjoy licking and sucking at 
him. He let her nibble at him for awhile, relaxing into the 
sensation.

Suddenly, John had an urge to express his authority. Pulling 
up on the leash, John raised Kelly to her feet. He pulled 
her behind him toward the bed and pushed her down on it 
rather roughly. "Lay down, slave, I'm going to fuck your 
mouth." The ghost of a smile crossed Kelly's face, but she 
obediently laid herself across the bed, her head slightly 
hanging off the side. John moved to stand over her and put 
his cock at her lips.

Kelly was one hell of a cocksucker, but she'd never quite 
managed to get that last inch of his large cock into her 
mouth. Tonight he'd see that she did. He pressed forward, 
sliding his cock between her lips. "Don't bite now, or 
scratch me with your teeth " he said, "or I'll have to 
punish you." Her eyes widened. He could see both fear and 
excitement in them. She obviously hadn't thought far enough 
to realize punishment was part of being a slave. She tried 
to say something, but he held his cock in her mouth, making 
speech impossible.

Little by little, his cock disappeared into her mouth. He 
held it there, watching her try to breathe. He knew that 
when he put it in far enough, it cut off her air, leaving 
her totally helpless. He pulled it out a bit whenever he 
thought she needed oxygen. And each time he pushed back in, 
he pushed a little farther. Kelly seemed to be into it. He 
could see that she was trying to relax her throat muscles to 
take him in all the way. He kept hitting the back of her 
throat though.

John held Kelly's head and tipped it a bit to get a better 
angle. With a firm push he sank his cock to the hilt. 
Kelly's nose was in his pubic hair, and he thought he could 
almost see the outline of his cock in her throat right above 
the leather collar. He pulled back a bit to let her take a 
breath and sunk it back in. Soon they'd established a rhythm 
where she could breathe and he could get his cock all the 
way down her throat. It felt warm and tight down there. It 
made him excited. He picked up his pace, fucking her mouth 
deeply and rapidly. As he came close to orgasm, Kelly 
suddenly twisted her head, dislodging his cock.

He was furious. She had stopped him just at the point of 
orgasm. This was not how slaves were supposed to act. John 
grabbed the leash and jerked her upright.

"What the hell was that all about? I think you're forgetting 
who's in charge here."

"May a slave make a suggestion, sir?" she asked.

John sighed. Kelly always tried to top from the bottom. He 
was tempted to just gag her, but she usually did have good 
suggestions. Plus, gags didn't work very well for blow jobs.

"What?"

"Well, I was thinking that you might want to enjoy your 
slave for a little longer than 10 minutes," she said 
hopefully.

Had it really only been ten minutes? John looked at the 
clock. He knew what she was up to. He usually lost interest 
in sex for at least an hour or two after coming. She wanted 
to make sure he was going to stay interested enough to take 
care of her. He could see that she was getting hot playing a 
slave, even if she wasn't a very practiced one. Well, it was 
probably time she learned that slaves don't make the rules. 
Maybe he wouldn't even let her come tonight. On the other 
hand, he did want to prolong the scene.

John looked at Kelly sitting on the bed. Her face was 
flushed and she had that glazed look in her eyes that she 
always got when she was really turned on. He noticed that 
she had one hand in her crotch and that her little G-string 
was sopping wet. The bow had disappeared.

"Get your hand away from there," he told her. "You're 
supposed to be pleasing me, not yourself. Go get some 
massage oil. And warm it up." He let go of her leash, and 
she padded off to the bathroom, the end of the leash thrown 
over her shoulder where it bounced against her ass. He heard 
water running as she warmed up the massage oil under hot 
water.

Kelly came back into the room holding a bottle of massage 
oil, leash still over her shoulder. "What do you want me to 
do?"

John relaxed back onto the bed. His erection had subsided a 
bit and he no longer felt the urgency to come. "Come here 
and massage my cock," he told Kelly. Kelly grinned. This was 
one of her specialties. He gave her a stern look and watched 
her struggle to adopt a subservient expression. It was a 
battle; being submissive did not come easily to Kelly, much 
as she loved it.

He watched as she poured some massage oil into her hands. 
She rubbed her hands together briskly, which made her small, 
round breasts jiggle delightfully. She crawled over toward 
him and gently laid her slippery hands on his cock. With 
smooth strokes, she spread the oil around until his cock and 
balls were covered with it. John reached out and took the 
end of the leash in his hand. Then he sighed and closed his 
eyes, losing himself in the sensation of her warm hands 
stroking him.

Until he'd met Kelly, John had never had a cock massage. It 
was a wonderful experience, curiously nonsexual and sexual 
all at the same time. Kelly stroked up the underside of his 
scrotum, gently cradling his balls in her hands. She ran her 
hands up the sensitive folds between his legs and his balls. 
She pulled on his cock, rubbed it between her hands, and 
massaged the tip with her thumbs. He looked at her through 
half-closed eyes. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she 
stroked him, his cock hard sometimes, sometimes not. She'd 
explained to him that relaxation, not orgasm, is the purpose 
of a cock massage.

John didn't want to get too relaxed. He let Kelly continue 
to massage him for awhile, then he pulled on the leash and 
brought her head up even with his own. He kissed her 
fiercely and whispered in her ear. "You're going to put on a 
little show for me now."

She squirmed. Kelly was basically shy about her sexuality. 
It had taken him quite awhile to get her to masturbate in 
front of him. Frequently, she couldn't even come because she 
got so self-conscious. He had a feeling she could get 
herself off tonight, though. And he wanted to watch.

"Get the big dildo. And your butt plug," he commanded. And 
then go sit in the chair." John adjusted the pillows on the 
bed so he would have a good view of what went on in the 
chair. He loved watching Kelly come. And she had given him a 
very nice cock massage. She deserved an orgasm or two. Or 
three or four. Kelly was insatiable once she got started. 
Maybe he'd just sit back and watch her do all the work. Then 
she could finish him off.

Kelly rummaged around in the closet and came out holding a 
wooden box. Their "toy chest" held their collection of sex 
toys, which seemed to grow larger every month. She opened 
the box and selected a large dildo and a smaller butt plug. 
Her leash dangled from her collar, the leather lying between 
her breasts. The end dangled almost to her knees. She sat in 
the chair and awaited his instructions.

"Play with your tits, " he said.

Kelly closed her eyes. Playing with her tits in front of him 
really embarrassed her. He wasn't sure why, but she'd told 
him it seemed even more intimate than fingering herself. She 
began to squeeze her breasts softly, running her fingers 
lightly over her nipples. Kelly's nipples were very large 
for her small breasts, and they were very sensitive. She 
claimed that she could feel it in her clit when they were 
touched.

"Do it a little harder, "John instructed. You know you like 
to have your nipples pinched harder than that. And look at 
me while you do it."

Kelly squeezed harder, opening her eyes to catch his look. 
It was hard for her to hold his gaze. Kelly'd always made 
love with her eyes closed before she met John. He taught her 
to keep them open, but she just couldn't when she was 
embarrassed or about to come. Pinching her nipples firmly, 
she tried to look at him. He could see that the stimulation 
was turning her on even more and that her G-string was 
getting soaked from the moisture gathering at the entrance 
to her pussy.

"OK, take off your G-string now."

Still staring at him, Kelly wriggled out of the small piece 
of cloth, revealing a smoothly shaven pussy. There wasn't a 
hair on it anywhere. Usually she left at least a small 
patch. Grinning, John stroked his cock, which had grown to 
huge proportions. He wasn't sure how much more of this he 
was going to be able to watch.

"Spread your legs."

Kelly spread her legs wide as she leaned back into the 
overstuffed chair. He could see right into her pussy. But he 
was too far away. He wanted to taste it.

He moved across the room and knelt between her thighs. He 
wanted to snuggle down between her legs and slowly probe her 
pussy with his tongue. He loved the feel of the soft skin on 
the inside of her thighs. He let his mind go blank, trying 
to connect with her body. Listening to her breathing, he was 
alert for building tension. Her breasts were soft and smooth 
under his hands as he gently pinched and played with her 
nipples, which hardened immediately. Kelly relaxed her legs, 
letting them spread wider, welcoming John into her pussy. 
Soon, he knew he was in control; that she was letting him 
guide her body's response.

John liked to bring her right to the edge of orgasm and hold 
her there. It made him feel like he owned her body and that 
her mind was completely consumed by erotic thoughts. When 
she reached this point, she could take an amazing amount of 
stimulation. He gently pulled open the folds of Kelly's 
pussy to make her clit stand erect. John put his lips on it 
and sucked it into his mouth, rolling it around firmly with 
his tongue as Kelly moaned and thrashed in the chair. He 
released her clit and drew back to look at it--it was deep 
red and swollen huge.

She was almost ready. It would take only a couple flicks of 
his tongue to bring her to orgasm. He took his time, 
savoring the taste of her pussy, the softness of her skin, 
and the cute little whimpers she always made when he ate her 
pussy. He reached out his tongue and placed it lightly on 
the tip of her clit. She moaned wildly, her hips bucking up 
at his face. He flicked his tongue across her clit and then 
sucked on it. He felt her throbbing beneath him as she began 
to orgasm. He kept his tongue on her clit, stoking lightly 
as she continued to come. Finally, she stopped heaving and 
reached down to push his face away.

"No more. Wait," she said.

John leaned back, grabbed a towel, and wiped off his face as 
well as sopping up some of the moisture around Kelly's 
pussy. Then he reached up and hugged Kelly, kissing her, 
letting her taste herself. Remembering that he was supposed 
to be the master, John stood up and walked back over to the 
bed and laid down.

"Put your butt plug in."

"By myself?" she asked incredulously.

"Yup. Here." He tossed her a bottle of lubricant from the 
bedside table. Her face was red, he noticed, and wondered if 
it was from embarrassment or desire. But she took the lube 
and smeared some on her little butt plug. Then she bent over 
with her ass facing him, and worked it in.

Her ass was too much to resist. John got up off the bed and 
reached for the end of the leash. He pulled Kelly back over 
to the chair and leaned her over its rounded back. She 
started giggling, but stopped quickly in surprise when her 
smacked her butt. He smacked it a little harder. Her cheeks 
turned pink, and she wriggled her ass at him. This obviously 
wasn't hurting her. He slapped it a few more times, then put 
his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

"Yes," she whispered. "Fuck me."

John twisted the leash around his hand a few times and 
pulled her up part way. "I'll fuck you when I'm good and 
ready. And this is for being an uppity slave and pulling 
your mouth off me when I was about to come." He smacked her 
butt again, a little harder this time. After all, what did 
she expect if she was going to lean over the chair back and 
wiggle it at him like that?

But he really did want to fuck her. After all, it was his 
birthday. John brought the head of his cock back to her 
pussy and poked it part way in. He like to tease her by just 
slipping in a couple of inches. He knew it drove Kelly crazy 
because she always went into a frenzy trying to get more of 
his cock inside her. Tonight was no exception. He watched 
her wriggle her butt, vainly trying to back onto his cock. 
Holding her hips, her prevented her from moving very far.

Then he reached around her and found her clit. As he began 
to massage it, he slowly pushed his cock into her dripping 
pussy. Her pussy was so wet and slick. He could see the 
moisture starting to run out onto his cock. Playing slave 
was clearly doing something for her. She twitched, and 
shuffled her feet around on the floor, trying to get enough 
leverage to be able to fuck him back. But he bent her 
further over the chair back so she only reach the floor with 
the tips of her toes.

As he watched his cock sliding slowly in and out of her 
pussy, he reached for her butt plug and began to slide it in 
and out as well, pausing occasionally to reach under and 
stroke her clit a bit. Kelly went nuts. She started moaning 
and gasping and wriggling and grasping at the chair fabric. 
He loved watching her when she was like this. She was better 
than any porno actress once she lost control. And she was 
definitely out of control tonight. She soon came, and her 
pussy grasped his cock so hard he thought he'd explode 
himself. But he held on.

As Kelly's panting subsided, he withdrew from her pussy, and 
pulled her upright. Placing her gently in the chair, he 
strode back to the bed and sat down. She just looked at him, 
glassy-eyed.

"Now, fuck yourself with the big dildo until you come."

"But, I just--"

"Just do it, Kelly. You can. Your pussy is so wet you 
probably don't even need any lube. I know you can come 
again."

Kelly reached down to the floor and grabbed the huge dildo. 
She slid down in the chair and spread her legs wide. Her 
pussy lips were bright red and swollen, and he could 
practically see her clit throbbing. Bringing the dildo to 
her pussy, she began to work it in. Slowly at first, then 
increasing the tempo, she fucked herself. Soon she closed 
her eyes and one hand strayed to her breast, firmly grasping 
a nipple. Occasionally she reached down and fingered her 
clit. With her pussy shaved, he had a perfect view as she 
shoved the dildo in and out. After only a few minutes, she 
came again.

"One more time, Kelly. You can do it."

She started to say something, then stopped herself and 
brought her hand to her pussy. Leaving the dildo stuck up 
inside her, she concentrated on rubbing her clit. Less than 
five minutes later, she was coming again.

"That was too easy, Kelly. You'd better do it one more 
time."

"Oh, come on," she burst out. He could tell she was getting 
tired.

"Just once more, Kelly, then I'll let you quit. Remember, 
you're my slave until dawn. You have to do what I say."

She just looked at him. He thought he detected a glimmer of 
defiance in her eyes, but she slowly began to finger her 
clit again. She bounced up and down in the chair a bit, and 
he decided she was trying to get some stimulation from her 
butt plug. She pushed the dildo, which had slipped out, back 
into her pussy and turned on the vibration. She worked 
herself over, rubbing her clit furiously while she pushed 
the dildo in and out. It took her considerably longer this 
time, but she finally came again. Her hair was damp, and her 
skin shiny with sweat as she lay back in the chair 
exhausted.

"That was very good, Kelly. Now come and fuck me." John laid 
back on the bed, his erect cock pointing proudly. He watched 
as Kelly removed the dildo and heaved herself out of the 
chair. The bed creaked a bit as she climbed onto it and 
straddled him. Holding his cock up, he watched as her pussy 
descended onto it. She began to move up and down, her 
breasts swinging gently as she bounced on his cock. John 
gasped as he felt her hand caress his balls. He knew he'd 
come soon, and he didn't want to wait much longer. But he 
wanted to see her come one more time.

As she sat upright, sliding her pussy up and down on his 
cock, John reached up to touch her clit. It was still pretty 
sensitive from her last orgasm, and she jumped a bit when 
his fingers grazed it. Gently he rubbed just above her clit 
until he felt it get hard again. Then he increased the 
pressure. She tried hard to keep up her rhythm, but finally 
gave up and just sat on his cock while he fingered her. Her 
pussy clamped around his cock, and he could feel the butt 
plug up inside her. Just as she started to come, he let go 
of her clit and grabbed her hips, fucking her furiously. She 
screamed, arched back, then convulsed forward, falling onto 
his chest. He continued to pump while she came and came. 
When it seemed that she was finally done, he pulled his cock 
out of her pussy and rolled over on top of her. Straddling 
her, he stroked his swollen cock. Thick ropes of white come 
spurted out the tip and onto Kelly's face, tits, and belly. 
She smiled at him, one eye closed to avoid come running in 
it. The tip of her tongue reached out to lick come from her 
lips and chin.

"Happy Birthday, darling," she said. "Can I have a towel?"

John reached across the bed and picked up a towel. First he 
wiped off his cock. Then, very gently, he cleaned the come 
away from Kelly's eye and wiped her face.

"You can sleep in the rest of it, my slave." Kelly just 
smiled and rubbed it into her tits and licked it off her 
fingers. "I'm exhausted, she said. "Can your slave go to 
sleep now?"

"First let's blow out the candles." Still holding Kelly's 
leash, he made her follow him around while he extinguished 
the candles. He led her into the bathroom so he could pee, 
and held the leash while she did.

Then he led her back to the bed, folded her into his arms 
and held her tightly to his chest, the leash between them, 
the end wrapped around his hand. Soon both were asleep.

****** 

The morning sun streamed in the windows when John 
woke up. He looked at Kelly sleeping beside him. Still 
naked, she was on her side turned away from him. He could 
see dried come crusted on her side where it had dribbled 
down from her breasts. Her leash, still attached to her 
collar, draped over her back. Blood rushed to his cock as he 
thought about last night's events.

John reached down and picked up the end of the leash and 
wrapped it tightly around his hand. He pulled gently, and 
Kelly woke up, turning toward him. Her hair was matted with 
come, making her look sluttier and sexier than ever.

"Morning." she smiled at him sleepily. "Did you have fun 
last night?"

He looked at her and pulled down on her leash. "Suck my 
cock," he said.

"Ha," she laughed. It's past dawn. I'm not your slave 
anymore. Maybe later. I'm covered in come, I need a shower." 
She moved to get up from the bed, but he didn't relax his 
grip on the leash.

"Suck my cock, " he said softly, pulling more firmly.

Kelly stopped and stared at him. He stared back, keeping the 
pressure on her leash.

"But, our agreement was until dawn."

"Suck my cock."

They stared at each other. Defiance flared in Kelly's eyes. 
Suddenly her expression changed and she moved down the bed. 
John lay back and sighed as he felt her soft, moist lips 
engulf the head of his cock.

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