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Message from Melody (M/f, oral,humil.)
by Leo Sanderson (leonsan@rocketmail.com)
Date: September 1999
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by Melody Jones and Leo Sanderson
I saw your post in the erotic penpals newsgroup, and it sent a thrill
coursing through my body. The relationship you describe is the very
thing I've been seeking for a few months now.
Internet access has allowed me the freedom to investigate all sorts of
things - particularly things related to sex and sensuality - that I'd
never be able to find out about in "real time," for a variety of
reasons. In my explorations, I have become fascinated with the idea of
submitting myself to another person. Since it's not something that
appeals greatly to my husband, and cheating on him in real time is not
an option, most of my experience as a submissive to date has been while
chatting with dominant personalities. The most exciting of these
experiences for me were those where I was being controlled by my master
or mistress...directed to do things in real time, according to their
dictation...particularly masturbation scenarios, forced exposure, and
carrying out off-line "missions," where I would go somewhere and do
something in real time to please my master or mistress. Unfortunately,
these relationships have been fleeting, and I have been seeking a more
long-term one with a man who can truly take control of me, make his
sexual plaything and pet, and train me to act according to his desires,
where his pleasure and pride in me would be my fulfillment.
Some information about me: I am a married woman, 26 years old,
caucasian, with long wavy strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. I
have
fair skin that, oddly enough, tans quite well when I have time to get
one. I am about 5'8" tall, weigh approximately 150 lbs, and my
measurements are 34F-30-36. I have a curvy voluptuous body type, with
a
round bottom, shapely legs, and large breasts. I usually get a lot of
attention from men, particularly when I'm dressed well and made up, so
I
assume from that (and my husband's attitude toward me) that I am at
least reasonably attractive. I have a pierced navel and shave most of
my pubic hair, leaving only a little triangle over my sex.
Occasionally
I shave it completely bare. I do not have an electronic picture of
myself, but to get a general idea of what I look like, look for
pictures
of models Danni Ashe and Kerri Kendall on the internet (both of them
have fan newsgroups that I frequently visit). My body is almost
identical to Danni's, and my face looks very much like Kerri's. At
least, that's what my husband tells me, and, at the risk of sounding
immodest, I tend to agree with him.
I am a college graduate and a professional working full time in a
computer-related business. I mainly work in a cubicle-filled office,
but make occasional outside trips for client or vendor meetings,
training, and so on, and sometimes travel out of state for business as
well.
I can access my hotmail account whenever I want while I'm at work as
long as I'm discreet, but chat will only be possible from my home
computer. I can download and install ICQ, if that's the software you
wish to use.
In accordance with your wishes, I took some time last night to write
down a fantasy I have about being dominated, and copied it into this
message. I hope it appeals to you...
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MY FANTASY (FOR YOU):
You and I are returning from a night on the town. You open the door of
our hotel room, and as I walk in, I see that the lights are dimmed,
there's soft music playing, and there is another man in the room.
A strange man. *smile* A handsome man. He's dressed casually, and
sitting comfortably in a chair over by the big picture window that
overlooks the city.
"Well, Melody my little slut, I took you out for an enjoyable evening
on
the town, now it's your turn to repay me. You will entertain my friend
and I tonight in the way only you can." I feel a thrill course through
my body as you say these words, locking the door behind you. I hadn't
counted on anything like this. I wonder what you're going to make me
do, and smile to myself when I realize that I simply don't care.
Whatever it is, I know that I'll enjoy it, because I'm such a dirty
little whore for you.
"I want you to go stand right here by the door, Melody. Don't move an
inch until I tell you you can." So I stand like you trained me - legs
spread slightly, my chest pushed out to show off my tits, hands at my
sides - wondering what you're doing. You go into the room and I can
hear you talking quietly with your friend -- I wonder what his name is
-- and I hear your suitcase opening and closing.
"All right, cunt. You can come into the room now." I walk into the
room, and see that there are fewer lights on, there are candles lit
around the room, and the drapes are open, letting the lights of the
city
into the room (and letting anyone in the building next door see
inside).
With the room so dark, I can't really see either of your faces.
"John, I'd like you to meet my little fuck slave, melody. She has no
limits. She likes cock any way she can get it. Isn't that right,
cunt?" "Yes, Leo," I answer, returning to the standing position you
taught me.
"Come stand next to me, slut. Come stand right in front of me with
your
back to me." You're standing by the bed, on the other side of the big
room from the sitting area where JOhn is, and I walk over to, making
sure that I roll my hips as you taught me to do. When I'm within
inches
of you, I turn around and face John, my back to you.
"Dance for us, melody. SHow us your charms," you say. I obey,
starting
to sway my hips and gently swing my arms in time to the sexy, soulful
music coming out of the stereo. "MOre, melody, give us more." I start
running my hands over my body, sliding up and down the slinky,
skin-tight black dress I wore for you, lingering at the hem where my
stockinged thighs feel so smooth and sexy...and at the plunging
neckline
where I can feel the soft sensitive skin of my cleavage that the dress
shows off so well. I'm really enjoying the way that John is watching
me, staring at me, almost through me, piercing me, undressing me with
his eyes...
After a little while, I feel your hands come up and start gently
caressing my arms...sliding up to my shoulders, squeezing them gently,
tickling my neck with your fingertips...sliding back down my shoulders,
down my back...to the zipper of the dress. I feel you unfasten the
catch and start to s..l..o..w..l..y slide the zipper down, opening my
tight little black dress at the back, exposing my flesh for your
pleasure. You slide your hands inside and caress my sides, pulling me
closer to you so you can caress my tummy...sliding up to brush the
bottoms of my breasts in the bra. I gasp a little when you do that,
knowing that John's watching every second of this, seeing him fidget a
little in the chair, probably from his growing erection.
As you pull me against you, I feel your swollen cock pressing against
my
ass through your pants, and I smile. This is my reward...hard, hot,
stiff, throbbing cock. I crave it, and you know it. You know that
I'll
do anything to get a cock -- any cock -- inside me, anywhere.
I feel your hands sliding out of my dress and back to my shoulders,
where they start slipping the straps of the dress off of my shoulders,
little by little, bit by bit, slowly baring my shoulders, then my
chest,
then my entire torso for John. There I am, my dress down to my waist,
my boobs covered only by a lacy, satiny black bra that you had
specially
made for me.
It was difficult finding a sexy,pushup bra for a woman with tits
as big as mine, so you had a specialty lingerie shop make one for me.
It pushes my boobs together and forces them up, creating cavernous
cleavage between my fleshy round globes. It's not very comfortable,
but
it gets such a reaction from men, that I can't imagine not wearing it
on
a night like this. John's reaction is no different. When I can see
his
face in the candlelight, his eyes are glued to my chest.
Your hands start to roam over my upper body again, reaching around to
tease my ticklish spots, caressing my boobs through the slinky, slutty
little bra, running your fingers over my cleavage. YOu can feel me
start to breathe a little faster, and I start to press my ass against
you, grinding my slutty ass against your raging cock. Mmmm.....that
stiff rod feels so good in the crack of my ass...
Soon your hands have finished opening my dress completely, and you push
it down over my hips. You tell me to step out of it, and there I
am...your slut, your fucktoy. I'm wearing the bra, and a tiny little
black satin g-string, thigh-high sheer black seamed stockings, and fuck
me pumps with 4" heels. The g-string can't even be called a thong --
all it consists of is a few stretchy satiny strings holding a tiny
little black satin triangle that just barely covers my pubic area.
It's
so tight that I can always feel it pulling up into my hot little cunt
whenever I move, causing the most delicious sensations...
I keep swaying and sachaying to the music as I feel your hands roam my
body. Occasionally you sit on the bed to better explore my legs and
ass...sliding your hands up and down the length of my stockinged
legs...over the bare skin of my thighs...up to my bare ass...caressing
it...squeezing it...
Your hands move from caressing my ass, and I feel your fingers curling
under the thong part of my g-string. I feel you tug on it gently,
pulling it up even tighter into my wet pussy. You hear me whimper a
little, and I start to grind my hips even more, reaching up to caress
my
boobs.
"Why don't we move over a little closer to John, my sweet little
cockslut?" You walk me over to the sitting area with your fingers
still
pulling my g-string taut into my hot little pussy. The sensations of
that tiny slip of satin sliding between my damp cuntlips makes me
shiver
as we walk. That, of course, is why you do it. You're such a kind
master.
When we get to the sitting area, you maneuver me so that I'm standing
so
close to John that I'm standing between his spread legs, the outsides
of
my shoes touching the insides of his. I can see his face better now,
and I can tell that he's enjoying the show that we're putting on for
him. I start to dance again, sensuously sliding and swaying my hips
(feeling that satin moving between my pussy lips). John is looking
between my legs, and I know he can see my pouty wet cuntlips peeking
out
around the sides of the g-string.
I feel you standing close behind me again, and your hand slides up to
the back of my neck, pushing my head down, making me lean over in front
of John, presenting my cleavage to him. "Nice tits, right John?" you
ask. "Very nice!... That's quite a sexycunt whore you've got there."
"You
haven't seen the half of it," you reply. "Swing them, slut. Swing
those tits of yours for Johnny." I sway my hips a little more, making
my whole body sway from side to side, which I know will make those big
boobs of mine sway and jiggle. God I feel like such a whore, such a
wanton little slut, and I love it. I love what you make me do.
THe next thing I know, your hands slide down to the catch of my bra. I
feel your fingers caress my skin there, then reach to unfasten it. I
feel the hooks come open, and I expect you to let it just fall open,
but
instead, you hold it up, keeping it on. "Stand up straight, my little
whore." I stop my dancing and straighten, and you keep holding my bra
up. I'm standing in The Position, pushing my chest out and keeping my
legs spread so John can see my cunt.
Smack!!! I feel your hand smack my bare ass, leaving a stinging,
smarting, burning sensation that, strangely, feels somehow very good,
even though I know it's a reprimand. "Keep dancing, cunt. I will tell
you when you can stop."
So there I am, standing in a hotel room in front of a total stranger in
my lingerie, dancing for him while you hold my bra up, in front of a
window with the blinds completely open, so god knows who else is
watching this. I'm completely exposed...vulnerable...at your mercy,
and
yet also strangely in control. I may be a dirty little fuckbitch, a
slave to sex and cock and cumming, but I'm the center of attention, the
Main Attraction, the Feature Presentation of the evening, and I LOVE
IT!
I can't wait to see what you have in store for me.
The next thing I know, I feel one of your hands slip up to my shoulders
and start to tug the straps of my bra down. I feel the soft satin
sliding over my skin and dangling on my upper arms, tickling and
teasing
me. I feel your hands loosening the bra, opening it in back and
sliding
it down. John's eyes are glued on my chest as you slowly reveal my
charms to him. THe bra doesn't hide much to begin with, so it takes
only a few seconds before the tops of my areolae are revealed...but you
move slowly, very slowly...prolonging it, teasing him (and me). I feel
my nipples hardening from the cool air and my excitement. I look down
and I can see little goosebumps all around my tightening nipples, my
breasts heaving from my excited breathing. You let the bra fall to the
floor. I'm completely topless now, feeling the cool, pleasant,
air-conditioned air on my tits, feeling my nipples aching to be
touched,
licked, sucked, kissed -- any kind of attention.
"All right, my little slut. You may do what you're dying to do. Go
ahead and touch your tits. Pleasure yourself like the wanton little
whore you are." Mmmmmm....my hands go to my breasts, feeling so tingly
and good from their recent release from the bra, crying out to be
touched and teased. I slide my hands around the sides, brushing my
fingertips around their fullness, pushing them together, feeling my
nipples tingle even more. I move them in light circles, just barely
touching the skin around the areolae, feeling them tighten and
swell....making the circles tighter and tighter until I'm circling my
swollen aching nipples. They're standing straight up now, crying out
for attention...
"All right, Melody. Now I want you to lick and suck your nipples like
the little tramp you are. Let John see just what a little whore you
really are." Mmmmm....I was hoping you'd say that! I reach under my
tits one at a time, pushing them up while I bend my head down...first
circling and flicking them with my tongue, teasing them and getting
them
nice and wet....God that feels so good! I feel shivers up and down my
body as I do it, feeling my knees weaken. I close my lips around the
nipples, one at a time, sucking and kissing them while I look John
straight in the eye, letting him know just how much I like this.
"Now, my little cunt, turn around." As I turn, I see you reach over to
the table and pick up something small, something shiny, two little
somethings that look like seashells. "You haven't worn these before,
have you, bitch?" "No, Leo," I answer. "Well, there's a first time
for everything, isn't there? Come closer. STand between my legs." I
move so that I'm standing between your spread legs, shaking a little
from excitement and nervousness. "Spread your legs so that your feet
are touching mine." I do, and when I feel my feet touch yours, my legs
are spread about shoulder-width. "Now, bend over at the waist, cunt."
I obey, and as I do, I realize now that there are two reasons for your
instructions. Not only do you want to put the clamps on my tits, but
you want me to display my ass and wet pussy in its tiny little g-string
to John...You reach up and close the clamps on my nipples, one at a
time.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.........................!!!! If only I could describe
how
exquisite the clamps feel as you put them on my rock-hard nipples! My
tits are aching, burning. They are on fire! The pain is sharp at
first, but after a few seconds, my body compensates and it starts to
actually feel good. You are such a kind master to introduce me to such
delicious sensations!!!
"Now, turn around again, Melody. SHow John how much you're enjoying
his
company." When I turn to face John again, I see that he's been busy
while I was turned away. His fly is open, and I see that he has
released his erection. And what a nice one it is, too! Around six or
seven inches long, and nice and thick! "You know what to do, bitch.
Get down on your knees and show your appreciation for John's
attention."
I get down on my knees, glad for that because they're shaking so much
from the pain/pleasure my tits are feeling, and I slowly crawl across
the floor to John the way you taught me to, very slowly, arching my
back
like a feline in heat, displaying my ass, swaying my shoulders as I go
to make my aching tits sway....looking John right in the eyes as I draw
nearer to him....
Finally, I'm between his legs, rising up so my face is right in front
of
the delicious present he has for me. "Show him how glad you are he
came, Melody. Make him glad he decided to grace you with a visit." I
reach up and put my hands on his thighs, moving my face right over his
throbbing member. I can see it jumping with excitement, I can see the
swollen veins all up and down its length. I slide my hands closer,
closer, slowly moving to his cock, caressing his thighs and crotch as I
go, lowering my head and opening my mouth. I close my lips around the
head of his cock, feeling the throb of his pulse in my mouth...I touch
him with the tip of my tongue, swirling it around his head, getting it
nice and wet, tickling the hole, stretching under his head to tickle
the
sensitive spot underneath...meanwhile, my hands have grasped the bottom
of his swollen member, caressing and stroking it, pumping it, jacking
him off with my tender, soft hands while I tease his cockhead.
When I've got his head nice and wet, and I just can't wait any longer,
I
open my lips further and slide my mouth
down...down...down...centimeter...by...centimeter...until I've engulfed
the length of his rock-hard shaft, pressing against the bottom of his
cock with my flattened tongue, sucking on it like a popsicle. All the
while, I'm looking up at John, letting him look deep into my green
eyes,
showing him just how much I enjoy sucking cock. Sucking HIS cock,
pleasing HIM. I make sure to keep my legs spread wide and wiggle my
ass
in the air so you can enjoy the view as completely as possible while I
suck and slurp on your friend's cock...until he erupts into my eager
mouth and it's filled with fresh,hot cum! Too much for me to handle and
much of it slips out of my mouth and dribbles onto my breasts; his sperm
creating a river of slick pearly drops that slide between my bosom and
make a trail down into my hot, throbbing,waiting pussy.
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I hope that illuminates for you some of my desires relating to
submission, and I hope even more that it appeals to you as much as it
does to me.
Waiting anxiously to hear from you,
(hopefully, soon-to-be) Your Melody
The End