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- From: laff@cs.uiuc.edu (Joshua A Laff)
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- Subject: ARCHIVE: jennifer-14.Z
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- Date: Sat, 19 Feb 1994 09:16:23 GMT
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- This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me.
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- From: wi.3249@wizvax.methuen.ma.us
- Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
- Subject: MINISTORY: Jennifer (14)
-
- [Posted by Stephanie the Kajira at the command of Sir Kevin. :) ]
-
- Jennifer (14)
-
- Jennifer stood on the corner of two busy streets, waiting
- impatiently for the walk signal to come on. His apartment was just
- across the street, but she was already ten minutes late for their
- date.
- She looked up at his window, wondering whether he was watching
- her, but his captivating low voice came unexpectedly from behind
- her: "Don't turn around...you are late, naughty girl."
- Jennifer shuddered in surprise. A few seconds elapsed before
- she managed to answer: "I'm so sorry, Sir. The traffic is..."
- "Hm," he interrupted her explanation, "now strip."
- "Wh..what?"
- "Strip, I said."
- Jennifer looked around and blushed. It was the afternoon rush
- hour, and the streets were filled with a continuous flow of cars
- and pedestrians. She hesitated for a long while, but decided she
- had to obey.
- She was only wearing a white tank-top and a pair of white
- cotton shorts. No underwear, of course, and no shoes or socks. He
- had told her to wear as little as possible when she came. It did
- not take her long to strip herself of the two simple pieces of
- garments, revealing a number of whip marks crisscrossing her back,
- buttocks and breasts, and a small brand of his initials on her
- right hip.
- "Kneel," came a second command.
- She dropped on her knees, spread her legs and locked her hands
- behind her neck.
- Almost everybody around her stopped to look at her curiously,
- even some of the people across the streets. Cars passing by also
- slowed down in front of her, jamming the traffic in both streets.
- She let her chin sink to her chest, flushing to the roots of her
- hair.
- She felt the tip of his Italian shoe kicking her back lightly.
- "Keep you head up, deary, and don't bend your back. You are
- beautiful. You should be proud of it."
- Obediently, she raised her head and threw her chest out till
- her erect nipples were almost pointing up. But at the same time her
- eyes closed in spite of herself.
- More and more people gathered around her, and the traffic in
- the streets now stopped completely. Excited exclamations from the
- crowd and anxious horns from the cars filled her ears, but she did
- not seem to hear anything. Her mind was absorbed in one single
- question:
- "Is he still behind me?"
- He was not. He had returned to his apartment, bringing her
- clothes with him.
- A glass of Cognac in his hand, he watched her approvingly
- through the window. A wicked smile came to his face when he saw a
- policeman rode up on his motorcycle along the congested street.
-
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