Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/K/KEN-DOM2.TXT

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        Think  of me writing this letter to you.  Right now, I  am  nude,
        and  after  talking to you, have followed your  instructions.   I
        have  that large, black rubber dildo inserted in my anus, all  9"
        of  it.  I have retrieved my nipple clip set.  I have a  clip  on
        each, very erect nipple, and another one on my clit.  My pussy is
        creamy.   I am just on the verge of orgasm, and I  am  pretending
        that you have told me that I would be severely punished if I  let
        myself cumm.  I am going to disobey deliberately.  I am too close
        to  cumming  to  hold back, and even if it means  that  I  get  a
        thrashing,  that I get my bottom basted with a leather strop  for
        being "bad", that is what I am and that is what I deserve.

        I  am trying to convince you to face up to the beginning  of  our
        meeting-  the need for you to take total control and assume  full
        authority  for the session.  In order for this to work, it  seems
        to  me  that  the  preliminary  part  of  the  session  needs  to
        concentrate on past events- an analysis of past promises made and
        not  kept,  of recent questions asked where  answered  have  been
        avoided,  or when answered, with inadequate response.   In  other
        words, the student's shortcomings need to be enumerated, and some
        suitable form of instruction be offered.  In this case, it  seems
        to  me that punishment in some form ABSOLUTELY MUST be the  first
        part of the program.  If not, all else is doomed to fail.

        Considering  this  student, I would suggest that  her  nudity  is
        essential  to the proceedings.  In fact, I can visualize it.   You
        have  ordered her to answer the doorbell totally nude.  When  you
        arrive,  instead  she  is  wearing  something  very  provocative,
        perhaps  a  baby-doll  and  high heels.   This  is  an  immediate
        violation  of  her instructions.  You step in, see that  she  has
        begun  by disobeying.  Perhaps you grab her by the hair and  spin
        her around.  Perhaps, you give her a stinging slap in the face, a
        lesson  that obedience is demanded and that nothing less will  be
        tolerated.   You know that her bedroom is upstairs and  that  her
        "toys"  are  hidden  there.  You pull the  baby  dolls  off  her,
        looking,  of course, at her full breasts and erect nipples.   You
        take  each  nipple between thumb and forefinger,  pinching  hard.
        You  pull off her panties, order her to turn around, gaze at  her
        delicious,  full bottom.  You pinch her ass, hard.  And  now  you
        order her to lead you up the stairs to the bedroom.

        As  she climbs the steps before you, her naked bottom  undulating
        before your eyes, I am sure that you will study it with pleasure,
        knowing  the joys that it can offer you if it has  been  properly
        prepared and persueded.  Perhaps at the moment of truth she  will
        plead  with you, beg you not to spank her-perhaps she will  offer
        you exotic sex instead.  DO NOT ACCEPT THAT OFFER.

        If  you do, a quick orgasm is all you will get.  Insist that  the
        proceedings go forward, exactly as planned.  TAKE COMMAND.   Make
        her  show  you where the toys are kept.  Make her  show  you  the
        crop,  the  tawse,  and the cane, all hanging on a  hook  in  her
        closet,  all fully ready to participate in taming  this  hellcat.







        Look  in the box of toys.  See the clips, three together  on  the
        silver chain, ready to be attached to those delicious appendages.
        See  the dildos, the butt pluggers, erect and sturdy andready  to
        do their part in stretching those wonderful openings for you.
        And now TELL HER WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO DO!!.  Make her understand
        whois master in these preceedings.

        Should her hands be tied behind her?  Of course.  Now, some means
        need  be  found  to give her real fear, to  make  her  understand
        totally that you HAVE TAKEN COMMAND.  I suggest that she be  spun
        face  down on her own bed, her delicious ass nude,  upturned  and
        awaiting  some definitive action on your part.  She does not  yet
        know what to expect from you.  You know where the bamboo cane is,
        long  and  slim and lithe.  Take it, swish it in the  air  a  few
        times so that she can hear the unmistakeable sound that it makes.
        And  now-  GIVE IT TO  HER-  THHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWAACCCCKKKKKKK!!!  a
        shocker,  a  real  slash across her rump,  across  both  upturned
        cheeks.   See the firey red line appear almost  instantly.   Hear
        her  shocked scream as the horrible burning sensation peaks,  and
        lingers  on.   And hear the strange tone in her  voice,  at  once
        fearful, knowing that she is helpless.  Her husband is away,  and
        nothing will save her from you giving her whatever you think she
        deserves.   You will be judge and jury, and even  executioner  of
        whatever  punishment  you  think  is  appropriate.  And  she  can
        absolutely depend on it, her feminine wiles will get her nothing-
        except perhaps to get he punished even more.  You have that cane
        and can and will give her just as much of it as you please.   Now
        tell  her  what you are going to do, that you will train  her  in
        obedience, that she will have to account for all her bad behavoir
        in  the  past--and as you tell her, at  regular  slow  intervals,
        THHHHHWWWWWWWWWAAAACCCCCKKKKKK--  sign  your  autograph  on   her
        delcious, plump ass, using that fierce rattan cane as your pen.

        And all this time, think about that green box that she has hidden
        away  somewhere.  She would never show it to you, never want  you
        to see the photographs, see the intimate letters, and especially,
        never want you to see that video tape.  Of course not.  She would
        never  willingly show you these.  But her master, rattan cane  in
        hand may have a few different ideas about that.  Why, I would bet
        that  she  would  not only show them to him, she  could  even  be
        induced to beg for the privelege of looking at them.

        Now  hear  her beg for the opportunity to please  you,  hear  her
        offer  those delights she has refused in the past.  She begs  for
        the chance to show how good she can be.  Can she suck your  rigid
        cock?  Would you like to give her a taste of your golden  stream,
        directly  into her open mouth, as she swallows every  drop?   You
        can  have  that.  Do you want her hot tongue  probing  into  your
        moist asshole?  She is aghast at this, but now would be glad, to,
        no delighted to do that for you.  Would you rather fuck her sweet
        asshole,  using only her saliva as lubrication, and  then  later,
        offer your now-brown stained erection so that she could clean  it
        for you with her tongue?

        No,  not  yet.  Oh yes, she will have ample opportunity  to  show






        that  she is fully docile, fully trained.  But first, her  master
        has  a  few  scores to settle with her, and  that  green  box  is
        certainly  one of them.  And this rattan cane, with which he  has
        already  expressed his displeasure, is the perfect instrument  to
        train this bitch, to reduced her to the state that all she  wants
        to do is please her master, no matter what, no matter how.

        Now,  an  hour  has passed.  She is relaxing, as much  as  it  is
        possible  to  relax with the fierce metal clips  carresssing  her
        nipples  and  her  clit- and of course, with  that  hideous,  14"
        rubber dildo that her master has slowly forced into her anus, and
        where it rests now.  He has, of course, given her the opportunity
        to  look at the green box- and no matter how much she  hated  for
        him to see the contents, the alternative, further strokes of that
        awful  cane, were even worse.  So while she suffers, he looks  at
        the box.

        Right  now,  he  is  looking at a sheaf  of  pictures,  all  very
        pornographic, showing Helen in one after another disgusting pose-
        fucking, sucking, being reamed, being spanked, getting an  enema,
        sucking the cunny of a lovely black lady.  She will be  punished,
        certainly  for all these transgressions.  But right now he has  a
        problem.   He  has a raging hardon, and besides that,  a  totally
        full,  even uncomfortably full bladder.  What to do  about  that?
        Well,  at the state they are at, perhaps the first thing he  will
        do with the golden stream is to use it to oil her tonsils- to let
        her suck it all down, every drop, every last drop.  On the  other
        hand, maybe he will pull that huge dildo out of her butt, and use
        this stream of hot piss as a natural enema.

        And  afterwards,  what  then?  He has a friend,  a  large,  husky
        blonde  lady,  a policewoman named Hilda.  He  knows  that  Hilda
        likes nothing better than having her cunt sucked, and the thought
        of giving a stropping to a whore would probably be very appealing
        to her.  Should he call Hilda and invite her over?  That idea  is
        pleasant  to think about.  Another idea comes to mind.  Heare  is
        Helen's address book, and here is a listing for Doris, the  black
        maid  whose  picture he has already seen.  He  wonders  if  Doris
        would  like to come over and feed Helen another  eclair-  another
        idea  with strong interest to him.  Well, whatever he decides  to
        do,  he  has  plenty  of time.  He is  not  expected  home  until
        tomorrow, and certainly she is going nowhere until he decides  to
        release her.