"There was a young man of this Nation, Who didn't much like fornication; When asked, 'Do you fuck?' He said, 'No, I suck Women's quims, and I use Masturbation." -The Pearl No. 2 Disclaimer: #include "std_disclaimer.h" Its such a strange world. At a time of chaos and wild changes in my life, comes this desirable intelligent educated woman who wished to be my slave. By her own passionate nature and my drive to learn and experience more this same woman becomes an E-mail friend and slave. We discussed many topics, ranging from politics, literature, religion, and even sex. It did not take long for her to discover my dominate side nor for her to reveal her submissive nature. Together we continue to share months of questions, answers, and passionate letters. These "E-Slave" Fantasies are 'short' blurbs that had been written in any number of messages from me. They contain fantasies between "Caesar" and "Marnie", his slave. Though written by me, they are as much her's as they are mine. Those erotic fantasies written by her, or mutually created, are her's to post or not. E-Slave Fantasies #00 ===================== by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996 Caesar looked down upon this sexy woman who wanted to be his slave. She still wore the white stockings and three inch heels. Marnie looked angelic with the moonlight shining upon her smooth sexy skin. Only a few hours before her body had rocked with orgasm, her mouth begging for release, and her eyes pleading for more. Now she soundly slept. He bent over to kiss both of her nipples before pulling up the thick quilt to her chin. With as much gentleness and kindness he kissed her still moist lips. It was time to go. -*- E-Slave Fantasies #01 ===================== by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996 "Who is she?" "Her name is Marnie and she was brought in with the other accident victims. The paramedics said she was unhurt but she's a bit confused." The experienced nurse handed the doctor her chart. "Would you like anything else Doctor?" "No thinks. Have Billy," the closest intern, "take her into 14 and I'll be in directly." "Certainly Doctor." Only a few moments later, the young doctor entered the sterile examining room. Billy was just stowing her purse and other personal items into a drawer for later retrieval then pushed the empty wheelchair out of the wide door. "Billy? Where is nurse Anderson?" In his deep southern drawl, "Don't know doc. Probably down with the others prepping the other incoming." He meant the other accident victims. The freeway was often the scene of some horrible accidents. "Well if you see her, ask her to come in here please." The thick black man nodded and left. A female patient was not supposed to be examined by a male doctor alone, the female nurse was to be in the room for both the patient and the doctors protection. The patient spoke up. "There's nothing wrong with me Doctor!" For the first time, the young man had a close look at the woman. She was attractive late twenties early thirties with short red hair and with bright eyes that looked right into his own. He saw a bruise on her forehead, "Well I'm sure your fine Miss," he had already forgotten her name and quickly glanced down at the label on her chart, and came back with her first name, "Marnie." He smiled his professional, your-going-to-be-alright-trust-me smile. She certainly was responsive. She didn't look like she believed him, but looked a bit put out to be here. The doctor pulled out his small flashlight and asked the woman to sit straight and follow the light. As he went through the beginning of the examination, Marnie bored tried to read his name tag but the glare of the light interrupted her vision. "Please don't move. This will only take a few more seconds. Look up to the ceiling without moving your head." She asked, while following his directions, "What is your name Doctor?" Absentminded, busy examining Marnie for any sign of head trauma, he answered, "Caesar". Marnie suddenly stiffened up and a huge happy smile came to her face. "Caesar?" She whispered, almost to herself, "Master?" Her would have been a bad doctor if he hadn't seen her reaction to his name. But so far hadn't connected her bodies actions to his name. "Yes, that's my name Caesar." She moved forward on the couch, almost eager to be close to him. What was wrong with her, he thought. "Master?" Louder this time, loud enough for him to hear. "Pardon? No, I'm a Doctor. Doctor Caesar." She looked delirious, "Are you feeling alright Marnie? Do you need anything?" "God yes master!" She giggled like a happy young girl and squirmed about on the examination couch. She reached for him but he pulled back before she had been able to clench her fingers into his lab coat. "Please master, I've waited so long!" My god the woman is delirious, thought Caesar. Marnie allowed her body to drop back onto the couch and then she put her feet into the stirrups. Her skirt fell back to her waist to expose her thighs above the tan colored stockings. She spread her legs lewdly and pressed her hands between her thighs to the crotch of her panties. "I never thought this moment would finally come." Frantically she began to rub herself while watching the young startled doctor. "Don't let me come yet master! I've been bad and need a spanking." She was starting to breath rapidly and one of her hands had slipped beneath her panties. The other slid about her hip to her bottom and again disappeared beneath her panties. It was obvious to the bewildered doctor that she was fingering both her lower holes and enjoying it immensely. The noise of her pleasure was obvious in the quiet room. And a distinctive odor was starting to become obvious. "Marnie..." He was uncertain what to do next. Perhaps a sedative? "Caesar, my lord and master. I need you so badly, please don't make me suffer like this!" She squirmed about the table almost violently until her body spasmed and her self-induced orgasm rocked her body. Caesar stood open mouthed watching the woman as if her body was shocked with electricity. A few seconds later, she lay exhausted upon the slippery rubber cushion her head over the edge of the couch. She still watched him hungrily, but had a satisfied look to her. Thinking it safe, the young doctor approached the woman determined to right her disarray before sedating her and calling in a nurse. It was obvious the blow to the head had caused enough damage to bring on this delirium. Though he found he was envious of her "Caesar". To have such a woman, he thought. Something touched him and looking down he saw Marnie's small hands fumbling with the zipper of his slacks. She looked determined and when finally it descended he did nothing. Her hands found his cock. It shocked him that he had lost the professionalism he had worked so hard for, and now realized his cock was harder than it had ever been before. Her hands frantically pulled his cock from the confines of his shorts. When it was finally exposed she simply enjoyed the sight of it for a few lengthy seconds before opening her mouth and pulling him to her. Caesar felt and saw his cock disappear into the lady's mouth. Something inside of him snapped and he let go of his ethical beliefs and allowed the animal side of him to surface. He began to pump his hips back and forth, his cock moving within the delicious confines of Marnie's sucking mouth. Caesar groaned out with pleasure and reached for her small but well shaped breasts. He fucked her face frantically, his orgasm quickly approaching. She felt so good and it had been so long that her sperm was soon shooting deep into her throat. They both moaned loudly as he completed his orgasm. The doctor, the man who had spent years and piles of money to gain this position began to realize what he had just done to this woman. He pulled his shrunken cock from her inviting mouth and zipped himself up. She was licking her lips and smiling contentedly. "Thank you for that gift master." She sat back up onto the couch looked him in the eye. "Would you like to spank me now?" Caesar had difficulty meeting her eye, so ashamed of his behavior. His cock lurched wanting more, and he realized this woman had caused a hidden desire that he never knew existed to surface. "Do you have anyone that could help you home Marnie?" She straightened out her clothing and smiled at him. "No one. I'm your slave to do whatever you wish." Again, his penis jerked, trying to come alive. "There must be someone?" "Nothing else matters now that I found you!" She looked very happy, as if her largest fantasy had just been fulfilled. The animal part of him surfaced and he heard his voice, almost as if he was simply watching the scene unfold. "Well Marnie, maybe you should come home with me?" She bounced off the couch and wrapped her arms about him. Obviously she was very happy. "Thank you master. Thank you!" He pulled from her grasp and turned to leave. "I'll be back in a few moments, I'll sign you out and get off early." Caesar thought for a few seconds, testing the sound of the next words in his head. "I'm going to spank you tonight slave." She smiled hugely while a playful look appeared in her eye. "Yes master!" -*- "Well, I'm at work and my mind (naturally) started to think of pretty slaves and lingerie clad legs and bottoms. <g> So, since its kinda quiet I can sneak a quick indulgence and write a fantasy that had come to mind over Xmas. :-) Are ya strapped in, the flight is about to take off...ready...set...takeoff...!" -Caesar E-Slave Fantasies #02 ===================== by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996 Caesar yawned hugely, both from boredom and exhaustion. On the flight he expected to catch a few hours of sleep before an important meeting the next day. Passengers were still loading, and the large Boeing started to fill quickly. A woman, in her late twenties or early thirties, sat next to Caesar and stored her bags below her seat. Usually, he rarely talked with strangers, but this woman had attractive green eyes and short red hair that peaked his interest. "Hi, I'm Caesar." She took the extended hand hesitantly, then her face brightened up and she responded, "Hello. I'm Marnie." He could not help but notice her bright face and wonderful smile. He felt the need to continue talking. "I just wanted to apologize," she looked surprised and hesitant, "if I happen to fall asleep and accidently use you as a pillow." She laughed, a nice laugh that he found pleasant. "Just give me a kick if that happens. Makes me feel like I'm at home." He joined her, laughing at the gentle joke. They broke eye contact and she finished settling into her seat. A few moments later the airplane took off heading north to Canada, and to winter. Caesar ordered tea and sat back and opened his laptop to begin coding on a problem that had plagued him for a few days. Next to him, Marnie pulled out a novel and read while sipping warm cider. It was only a few moments when she turned to him and asked, "Are you from Canada?" "Yes I am." He again focused onto her attractive face. "Will it be cold?" She wasn't smiling when she asked. Grinning, "I hope so. I didn't much like the weather in Texas - too warm." She shivered noticeably. "Are you going to visit friends or maybe family?" She smiled, privately to herself. "No, I'm going to meet someone." He didn't push the question and thought she may even have blushed. Caesar glanced down and noticed her attractive thighs that showed below her skirt. Her legs were encased in black nylons but did little to hide the attractive shape. Marnie must have caught his eye and one eyebrow was raised questioningly. She returned to her book and he to his computer. Caesar flipped over to another screen and began to type his thoughts - sexual thoughts. The words flowed onto the screen and a story slowly developed. It was almost twenty minutes later that he realized the lady next to him was squinting to see the small lettering on the screen of the laptop. When he turned his head towards her she was again reading her novel - but her face was flushed. "What do you usually read Marnie?" She put her book down in her lap and gave him her attention. "Oh, almost everything." It was time to test the sexy woman, thought Caesar. "Do you read erotica?" She nodded and, again, a flush came to her cheeks. She spoke softly, "Yes of course." "Do you enjoy reading erotica?" She nodded again. "Does it excite you?" This time she looked back up into his eyes as if testing him. Marnie was more bold as she answered his last question, "Yes, in fact it does. Sometime I write erotic stories." Caesar let his face reveal his surprise, "You do?" He turned the laptop towards the lady next to him, "Would you like to critique a story I finished last week?" She answered quickly, "Sure." They smiled awkwardly before she sat forward to better see the screen. For almost a quarter of an hours Marnie read the torrid tale about a woman who finds a dominate master through electronic mail, of all places. The story is broken down into chapters, and in each - the male character learns more of his submissive's sexuality. Marnie only read the first few before lifting her face to smile at Caesar. "It could use a good going over for the grammar an spelling. But its very good." "Thank you." He hesitated then spoke calmly, "Does it excite you?" Her smile faded then slowly returned as she answered, "Yes." She returned to reading, but Caesar thought she just wanted to break his gaze. The situation excited him, physically, and he wanted to continue it. Through the reading Marie would occasionally smile or even laugh as something she read encouraged these responses. Usually, she sat intently, barely blinking as she continued to read. It was at a point when she smirked that she reached out and laid her tiny hand on his. It startled Caesar briefly, then it amused him. Gently, he used his free hand to pull off hers and replace it back in her lap. She only looked up briefly, a frown on her face, before going back to read his sexual words. A few more minutes and Caesar asked softly, "Are you wet Marnie?" She just nodded and skirmed about in her seat. "Would you like to be a slave like the lady in the story?" Marnie never even looked up, she gave no indication that she heard him. Caesar smiled to himself, she had heard him, he knew. It was a stewardess that finally interrupted Marnie in her reading. After the woman left, Marnie wiggled out of her seat and mumbled something about the washroom. "Marnie?" She paused, her back turned but the side of her face towards him. "Bring me back your panties - slave!" She didn't say a word but fumbled a she tried to crawl around the edge of the large cushioned hair and the fat man across the isle. Had he carried his game too far? Caesar thought the woman was attractive and had a pleasant manner and did not want to scare her away. If she had only said one word to discourage his suggestive words, he would never had continued with his game. Not that he thought it was her fault, far from it, Caesar considered his own actions to blame. Just when he was convinced that he had acted inappropriately, Marnie returned startling him. He started to apologize, "Hi Marnie, I would..." She dropped something in his lap and quickly reached for the laptop to continue with the story. Caesar looked from the crumpled bundle in his lap to the woman reading his story several times. Marnie gave him her panties, just as he had requested! Caesar sat startled and surprised. Rarely did his obnoxious suggestions to unknown females return such a positive response. His mind soared and he wondered at the possibilities. Would this woman follow up on another suggestion, oral sex, perhaps a quick fuck in the washroom? His cock pressed painfully against his jeans and the panties in his lap as he thought of all the lewd possibilities. Eventually his heart had slowed and his mind back to its logical analytical self. Any time of copulation was virtually impossible while on the plane. There was barely enough room for one to stand in the washroom let alone two. And if she had consented to giving him head, where would they do it? There was no place that was private, and he didn't think the airline would enjoy a free show distracting the passengers from the boring movie they played. One thing at a time, Caesar thought. He grasped the cotton panties and examined them in his palm, low down where no one could see. There was an abundance of damp evidence that she had not lied about her excitement. Caesar brought the undergarment up to his nose and smelled the female musk, deeply inhaling to enjoy every second. He became conscious that Marnie had not scrolled down the screen in several minutes, but just sat staring at the screen. She was watching him in her peripheral vision. "Thank you for this gift Marnie." He placed them before her on the keyboard of the tiny computer. "Don't put them back on. I want your sex naked. Perhaps you should go take off your nylons also?" He held his breath awaiting the answer. Marnie sat back, grabbing her exposed panties and quickly stuffing them into her carry-on bag. She then sat fully back into her seat and starred at the back of the seat ahead of her. Slowly, she moved one hand and lifted the edge of her skirt. Caesar watched as black lace was exposed and then it ended abruptly as pale skin of her thigh was revealed. He could barely breath as she held this exposure for several seconds before putting her skirt back into place. He reached across the arm of the chair, and with a trembling hand placed it upon her nylon covered knee. "You have an exciting way about you lass!" He spoke almost in a whisper. She looked down at his hand then spread her knees slightly apart. Marnie's face softened and she whispered back, "Thank you master." He traced his finger tips up the inside of her thighs, wanting to pleasure and tease her at the same time. He felt the muscles beneath the thigh tremble at his touch. Finally he reached the edge of her skirt and only paused briefly and continued upwards. His fingers suddenly felt the warm smoothness of her skin above the stocking top. That was where he stopped and simply laid his strong hand upon her upper thigh enjoying the moment. "Kiss me slave." Marnie slowly turned to him, her eyes lowered, and tilted her head as they made contact. Caesar reveled in the moistness of her lips and the taste of her. Her tongue, pointed like a spear, darted into his mouth anxious to taste him. A stewardess stood over them and caught their attention by caughing strategically. Her face revealed her amusement and her eyes could barely look away from Marnie exposed lap with his hand pressed almost up between her legs. 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