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Mostly For Women Only 1
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Mostly for Women Only - Part 1
Hi! This is Eloise aka eloise delurking now. But I'd really prefer
a pseudonym, so I'll use one a friend calls me, SexBrat. The only
problem with SexBrat is it doesn't say it all, so if no one minds I'll
be Adorable SexBrat.
Anyway, I've been reading the group for awhile and have enjoyed a lot
of what's been posted and learned to use the kill button for things
like "Faggots must die", yicch. Another thing, I DON'T WANT a lot
of wannafux from all you frat boys who're reading this post even though
it says for women only. The way I see it, any jerk-off who sends
wannafux out only do it because they aren't getting any anyway. So
if you want the world to know you're not getting any, send me a wannafux,
Make MY Day! On the other hand wannafucks from women are all cheerfully
accepted.
I wrote the following for someone I know who's not multi-orgasmic and
not bi. She's wants to be one but doesn't even know she wants to be
the other. I am not a writer, so don't expect anything resembling
literature. Oh I did borrow something from my friend. I was going to
use the end of a leather belt but his 8" flogger was just too good to pass
up, you don't mind, do you Honey? This is just a fantasy and really is
for women.
He answers the door and lets you in. You're so excited to see him, past
experience has conditioned you to start creaming whenever you anticipate
meeting him. This time, you're a little surprised when he introduces
me. I can see the look of confusion on your face and the way you try
to cover it up. You certainly don't want him to think he'd have the
upper hand, do you? He leads you to the bedroom, I follow. Once there,
I tell you to undress. You look to him for reassurance, his eyes tell
you to obey me. The expression on your face is priceless as you realize
your only options are to undress or allow him to see your fear and
uncertainty and that would never do, would it? So you undress purpose-
fully, carefully laying your clothes across the dresser. I pull out a
straight-backed chair while you're undressing and sit down. When you're
naked, I let you stand there for sometime and he and I both look at your
lovely body. Then I call you to me. Ahhh, that look for reassurance at
him again. Again, there's no reassurance in the depths of those eyes,
only a command to obey. You walk towards me hesitantly, seems like a
small crack in the armor is beginning to show. I sit you on my lap and
put my arm around you. You are a small woman, I am somewhat larger and
you fit quite comfortably. You, however, sit rigidly. With my free hand
I start stroking your arm, then your thighs, down your legs as far as I
can reach. Almost imperceptibly you begin to relax, just a little. I
tell you what a lovely body you have and whisper loving words to you
while my hand continues stroking your arms and legs. Gradually you
relax, it seems as if your sweet breasts are straining for my touch. So
I lightly, oh so lightly start running my hand down your chest. I trace
the outline of your breasts with my fingernail, mmmm, an involuntary
shudder. I stroke your nipples with the tip of my fingers, it feels like
a feather. My they are sweet when they harden. Oh dear, was that a
squirm. Oh yes, you part your legs just a fraction. My hand goes down
and lightly pushes your thighs apart. I look at your lovely pubic
mound and tell you how lovely you are, how sweet and good you are, how
I love your feel and how much pleasure touching your body gives me.
You relax more as my hand brushes the insides of your thighs, you lay
against my shoulder and feel the softness of my body. With one hand
I continue stroking your shoulder, arm and back while my free hand pets
the springy fur of your pussy. Ahhh you are melting, a little moan?
I continue until I feel your pussy straining for my touch.
We sit like that for awhile, until I tell you I'm going to spank you.
Your eyes fly open and you look in mine, for the first time. It's
alright, I reassure you, this is not a punishment. This will be a love
spanking. I explain this is a very special night for you and I want
you to feel everything intensely. You look hesitant, almost unsure. I
know you've been spanked before, why the reluctance? Ahh, I am a woman.
The last woman who spanked you was probably your mother, hmmmm. I
stroke your cheek and whisper more reassurances. Yes, sweet woman,
women do love and play with each other. It's fun, it feels good, it's
nice and a woman can take you where a man can't. What I'm giving you
is the power to realize the woman power within you. No, this won't
make you homosexual, no you aren't going to be bi-sexual, this will
make you sexual. I will show you where to tap the font of your fem-
ininity. You look at me questioningly, like you want to believe me
but just can't quite understand what I'm saying. Trust me, my darling.
Before the night is over, you will understand all.
I guide you up and over my lap. You're quivering just a little. I think
you're embarassed, how delicious, how sweet and what an adorable little
bottom. Oh, so round and full, it feels lovely as I stroke it. You
will need to relax, but it's a quandary. I want to prolong your embar-
assment but I can't wait to spank that lovely butt. I ask if you feel
like a naughty little girl turned over her mother's lap. You nod. Hmmm,
I am really enjoying this... ah well, back to business. I start spanking,
just very lightly, very rhythmically and evenly over both cheeks and the
tops of your thighs. At first, you quiver and shake, I tell you to relax,
behave yourself, let yourself go into the rhythm of the strokes. As I
feel you relaxing, I gradually increase the intensity. I tell you how
good you're doing, to keep relaxing, you are such a very good girl. It
seems like my sweet murmurings are helping, your butt's looks so cute
when it's pink. Allright! I feel you beginning to melt. Good, pink is
cute but tonight I want a vibrant red. Just one more degree of pink
then I use, without breaking rhythm, a nice wooden paddle. You stirred
slightly at the first whack, but soon relaxed into the stroking of the
paddle. Now, it's time. With my free hand, I hold you firmly across
my lap as I start whacking hard. The first one, you tense and squawk
and squirm. Doesn't help, here comes the second. You're held firmly,
squirming gets a sharp command to be still. You try, the sharp whacking
continues. The more you struggle the harder I whack until you finally
succumb to tears. It's allright sweetie, I'm almost done. Just 5 more
good ones and I'll stop. Ah there, that wasn't so bad was it? Be still
my sweet. You sob, just a little, while I admire my handiwork and stroke
your inflamed, sorry dear it is quite inflamed, little ass. Now settle
down dear or we can't go on. My stroking does have an effect and it's
not long until your soft little sobs turn into soft little moans.
**** End Part One ****
It seems like this is going to be a little longer than I originally
anticipated. It will take a little time to finish the next part. In
the meantime, I wouldn't mind some feedback. This isn't a blatant, "Tell
me how you liked it" it's more of "Do you think this is worth continuing".
Adorable SexBrat
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