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On Thu, 3 Nov 1994, Joyce wrote:

> Mistress/Master,
>  	Here's the homework. *grin* I hope you enjoy it.
I enjoyed it very much.  I WAS about to go to lunch, but I had to wait a 
few minutes for things to settle down :->

You have a very gentle, poetic style.  Very romantic, and erotic. 
> combed my long hair free of it's tangles.  You dried my hair with a blow
> dryer, curling the ends under softly for me and then handed me some
> clothes to wear.  There was a garter with stockings made of silk, a silk
> blouse of a dark cinnamon color, and a brown suede skirt.  Next you handed
> me a pair of three inch brown suede heels and sent me off to the bathroom
> with a few swats on my bottom.
Very nice selection.  You have excellent taste.

> 	In the bathroom, I put on the garter, slid the silk stockings on my 
> legs, and then put on the skirt and heels.  I stood in front of the mirror
> putting on the barest minimum of makeup when you came in.  You watched me
You must be very beautiful to need so little makeup.

> while I finished, and then as I put on my blouse.  Before I buttoned it,
> you stopped me and pushed me into the living room into chair.  Kissing me
> briefly, you ordered me to sit with both legs spread and the blouse undone
> until you changed clothes.  
> 	A short while later, you came out in a very brief black leather
> skirt, stockings, heels, and a blue silk blouse.  You were very made up
> and so very pretty.
Interesting, I actually have just such an outfit.  I need a bit more 
make-up to look "natural".  Are you psychic?

> 	You went into the kitchen.  A few phone calls later, you came out
> and nodded.  "Get up and finish dressing." you told me and I hurridly
> finished the blouse and tucked it in before I trotted after you to the
> car.  The wind was brisk outside, making my nipples stand out.  You
> grinned at me and made me sit with my legs wide apart.  
On the way, I would caress your thighs with the billows of the silk 
blouse as I shifted gears.  Interesting that I didn't take the highway 
tonight, I have to shift more often.  The silk barely touches you, and 
the sensation is more intense than the whip.

> time, but never quite reaching where I want you to touch me so bad.  I
> knew better than to beg in such a public place.  
Besides, you knew there was the risk that I would go down on you right 
there in the theater if you didn't behave.

> You like to tease me like that.  You kept getting closer and
> were almost there, but then you ran out of ice.  I groaned out loud. 

> 	When we arrived home, you pushed me throught the living room and
> into the bedroom where you bade me to take off the skirt and blouse. 
> Standing there in the stockings and shoes, I felt gloriously naked and

> You ran your hand up the stocking so that I felt the
> slither of it against the silk and my skin.

> A pair of silver metal balls.  You disappeared
> into the bathroom and after a few minutes I heard water running.  You
> returned a few minutes later to check on me.  You slid a finger in me to
> see how wet I was and then went to get the balls.  You unhooked me and
> laid me down on the bed.  Then you slid the balls into me. 
> 
>   	This was as far as I got Mistress.  Will you tell me how the story ends?

The balls are cold.  You can feel them moving inside you as I hook your 
hands to the headboard.  I restrain your knees with a pair of leather 
straps which are held to the side of the bed with clips.  You can't bring 
your legs together, but you can bend your knees.  This leaves your ass 
and thighs fully exposed.

Now I pull out a bull-whip.  I crack it a few times, but you and I both 
know that I am not about to use it that way.  I stroke you with the whip 
gently.  You can feel the end snapping gently against your thighs.  You 
can also feel the course braid sliding between your legs.  Then I put a 
blindfold over your eyes.  The sheepskin his held down by the leather 
band.  You can see nothing, which enhances your sense of touch.  I kiss 
you gently.  Holding your head down by your long hair, gently pulling it 
back to expose your neck.  I lick your neck as I claw your breasts with 
my nails.  The gentle scratching is punctuated by the sting of your 
nipples being pinched.  As I lick your lips, you open your mouth, hoping 
that I will give you my tongue, instead you feel the rubber ball as it 
covers your mouth.  You bite down hard, and smile, as I continue to kiss 
your lips and your neck, and the intensity of the scratching becomes more 
pronounced.

With your legs so fully exposed, you are vulnerable to my whim.  I 
proceeed to spank you several times.  Each stroke is timed to give you 
the most pleasure.  Yes, the stroke stings, but the pain is transformed 
into pleasure as you focus on the gentle caress of your stocking clad 
legs, only to feel the sting again.

I leave to go to the kitchen and get some ice cubes and ice water.  While 
I am there, you move and squirm to get those little balls to caress you 
from the inside.  You begin to get frustrated as you realize you can get 
hot, but you can't come.  Then you hear the doorbell!

You hear nothing for several minutes as the doorbell rings 3 separate 
times.  Then you hear the voices of two women.  You have been dancing 
with them and you were particularly attracted to them.  You even said so 
on the way home.  You know one of them from school.  You don't 
particularly like her (she seems stuck up), but you do think she's 
beautiful.  You hear the conversation and flirtation and you want to be 
out there, but you can't escape, or even speak.

After what seems like an eternity, you hear the voices and the clicking 
of heels.  They are coming in!  Soon you hear them admiring your 
beautiful body, taunting you!  You squirm and grunt, but then one of them 
starts to caress your legs and your breasts as the other give you a big 
swat with her hand.  Then you hear me enter with the ice cubes.

As the girls caress your legs and caress your breasts with their fingers 
and nails, you feel the ice, dripping up your leg, from your ankle to 
your shoe, then you feel the cube against your bare flesh, just about the 
stocking line.  Then you feel the cold as single drops of ice-water drip 
onto your breasts.  All the while, the girls are stroking your arms and 
legs.  You can feel their stockings and their heels.  You feel the crack 
of the riding crop against the back of your thighs, then quick strokes 
that just come short of painful along your inner thighs and calfs.

Suddenly you feel something going up your ass.  It is a small vibrator, 
just 5 or 6 inches, not unconfortabel, and you can feel it vibrating the 
little balls inside you.  Then you feel a mouth licking your clit as you 
also experience increasingly intense scratching and breast squeezing.  
Soon you can feel a mouth on each nipple, but you also feel the pinching 
and scrathing.  As you start to climax, you resist and try to hold back 
the orgasm, then you find you can hold back no longer.  Then you realize 
that you have only reached the first plateau of a very tall mountain as 
you prepare for yet a new height in extacy.

> How you want it to end? 
	More to come
> Your loving slave,
> Joyce
 
	Your loving Mistress/Master
		Debbie/Rex


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