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Slave Rajah and Mistress Sheena - Part 1
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An On-Line Encounter Between Slave Rajah and Mistress Sheena
Part 1. Their first meeting
<<MISTRESS:>> well why don't you tell me what it is exactly that
you're looking for.
"Well, if it were a physical situation I would be doing personal
service and pleasuring my Mistress, while wearing some suitable
minimum of appropriate clothing, taking whatever teasing or
punishment Mistress deemed necessary. In the electronic format I
would guess this would take the form of an alternating story -
retelling - scene description, but that's just a guess."
<<MISTRESS:>> Sounds about right to me... don't see any other way
of doing this over a computer!
"I can hardly be bound and/or spanked over a modem... Not to
mention the difficulty of performing cunnilingus properly!"
<<MISTRESS:>> Well I do have this paddle here thats been out of
use for a while...
"Ohhhh... I haven't had to deal with one of those since
fraternity days."
<<MISTRESS:>> Hmmmm and these leather restraints...
I cogitate, holding my hands behind my back experimentally.
<<MISTRESS:>> (evil grin) tying your wrist in the cuffs... making
sure they are snug.
I pull my arms apart, abrading my wrists slightly against the
cuffs that do not give.
"What would you consider appropriate attire? At present I'm
simply outfitted in white tennis shorts and a plain t-shirt."
<<MISTRESS:>> well I do prefer my slaves NAKED!!!
Ah, well I must correct this situation. Luckily the tennis shorts
have an elastic waistband, as my hands cannot reach the front
snap from behind my back. If I wiggle just so... and push the
waistband down so... then slide them down and off my feet.
<<MISTRESS:>> ripping the t-shirt from your body... and pulling
the shorts off!
Leaving me standing at attention, sides still feeling the whip of
the material ripped from me, a nervous firmness forming in front.
<<MISTRESS:>> Down on your knees SLAVE! Crawl to me NOW!
I fall to my knees, touching my forehead briefly to the floor,
then move forward, first one knee then the next, my cheeks
parting with every motion, my head bobbing from side to side as I
approach my Mistres's feet.
<<MISTRESS:>> You're mine now SLAVE do you understand that!
"Yes Mistress, I am yours."
<<MISTRESS:>> taking my foot and touching that hard cock
At the touch of my Mistress' toe, my cock comes to a full
erection. I blush, but my body betrays me.
<<MISTRESS:>> (I stand before you in my black corset of silk and
satin... a black g-string to match... and black seamed
stockings.) Take my g-string off with your teeth... and be
careful not to bite me!
I move my head carefully to my Mistress' waist, gently taking the
edge of the g-string between my lips and working it in until I
can grip it with my teeth; then, slowly and carefully, I pull it
down, tugging until the sides begin a slow raspy path over
Mistress' stockings. I continue in this fashion, savoring the
heady scent of my Mistress as I move my head lower to touch the
ground, the g-string around Mistress' ankles.
<<MISTRESS:>> Very good slave... now lick your way back up my
leg!
I touch the tip of my tongue to Mistress' right leg, feeling the
texture of the stocking rough against its surface, then swab my
tongue against her ankle, moving thoroughly as I move upward to
her calf, then covering both her kneecap and moving to the hollow
behind her knee. From there I trace a damp path up the inside of
Mistress' thigh, stopping as I encounter her glossy musky curls.
<<MISTRESS:>> (patting my slaves head...) Now my dear Slave what
is that you think your Mistress may want?
"Would my Mistress desire me to give equal treatment to her other
leg? Or should I use my tongue in that fragrant area that even
now beckons to me, teasing my nose with its scent?"
<<MISTRESS:>> Yes that would be one of your Mistresses desires!
Equal treatment it is, then, and I move my head back down to
Mistress' left ankle, wrapping my tongue around the joint,
sucking on broad expanses of calf through the stocking as I taste
the mingled experience of skin and nylon. This time I work in the
hollow of the knee first, covering every inch before moving
around to the front, prodding my tongue against the bumps of the
kneecap. Finally, a clear path is opened, and I move my lips and
tongue up, higher and higher, until I reach that point where the
flexing of Mistress' leg draws its own line in the skin, my eyes
on a level with Mistress' waist. I pause, closing my eyes as I
breathe deeply...
<<MISTRESS:>> (Turning around and showing you my tight buns...
touching its soft skin) Lick here also SLAVE!
I open my mouth and place the flat of my tongue where my Mistress
points, leaving a damp trail on the revealed skin.
<<MISTRESS:>> Hmmmmm so nice to have a slave who does that so
well!
Hearing no request to stop, I continue painting the designated
area until it glistens completely with a sheen of saliva.
<<MISTRESS:>> (looking at my naked slave and seeing that his cock
is now rock hard and wet)
I kneel expectantly at my Mistress' feet.
<<MISTRESS:>> (sitting on the edge of the bed now... my legs
spread wide open... revealing my very wet very hot pussy)
Licking my lips nervously I await my Mistress' next command.
<<MISTRESS:>> Come here slave... and lick my pussy till I tell
you to stop.
I "walk" on my knees to the bed where my Mistress awaits, then
bow my head so my nose lands in the top of her already damp
channel. I inhale her scent, then extend my tongue between her
puffy labia. The taste of her inner liquor is heady, and I close
my eyes as I stroke those lips, up and down, up to the nubbin
that makes her thighs tremble around my ears, and down to her
vagina, making muffled slurping noises as I lick and swallow the
juices flowing from that spot. Again I move up, my nose leading
the way for my tongue as they go jointly upto Mistress' pleasure
spot, where I circle that nub with my tongue, pushing it up and
down, then ...
*** session interrupted by line noise ***
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