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On Mon, 17 Oct 1994, Joyce wrote:

> Rex,
 
> Well, I guess you could say that I'll pretty much try anything once.  And
> when it comes to reading it... I prefer to be the submissive type.  As for
> how I came to read your post, I was just skimming through
> alt.personals.bondage ( I believe that was the one I was reading) and when
> I read it.... I think you could say it really turned me on *blush*.
> Yes, I am interested in your alter personality, Debbie *smile softly*.
 
> Joyce

Well I suppose you should get a sense of what you are in for :-).  E-mail 
is great because you can enjoy all sorts of interesting fantasies.

When I come home, after a day of working in the office, it's nice to 
come home and transform.  I have rather exotic tastes.  I'll shower and 
shave everything below my eyebrows.  After the shower, and a bit of 
make-up, I would put on my full length corsette, black silk stockings, 
and an 18" miniskirt that leaves very little to the imagination.  Of 
course, we wouldn't want any telltale signs, so I would be wearing a 
pair of tight panties to elminate any tell-tale bulges.  I would then put 
on a black satin blouse.  The final touch would be a pair of 3" pumps.  
We'll save the exotic stuff for later.  The wig of light brown hair 
completes the look.  Earrings and bracelets as accessories.

You would come home while I was preparing, and would be waiting 
downstairs in your outfit.  You would be wearing an pleated skirt that was 
a bit too short, showing off great legs and enhancing a nice shapely 
derriere.  You would wear a blouse of white satin.  When I come down, you 
would stand, in your 3" heels, with your hands behind your back.  I'd 
give you a series of gentle kisses along the neck and the ears.  Then I 
would grab a lock of your hear and pull your head back, firmly but not 
harshly, to expose your neck.  I'd brush your neck gently as I kissed you 
on the lips, and rake it with fingernails just as the embrace ended.  I 
put a soft leather collar around your neck.

We would go out.  First, to a restaurant, with candlelight and a jazz
group playing softly on the stage below.  The people here are of all
kinds, punkers, gays, couples, and some unusual types.  I wouldn't
hesitate to reach under the table and rake your thighs with my nails,
especially when someone you find attractive is looking.  

Then we would go dancing, probably to a lesbian bar, maybe to a safe dance
where I know the people including the gay and the streight.  Many know me 
already, others know of me.  We dance together, sometimes dirty dancing 
to some fast music with a heavy beat, sometimes slowly, touching ankles, 
knees, and thighs so gently that it feels like a thousand feathers as 
silk touches silk.  Some of the ladies want to dance with you.  I let you 
dance with one of them.  She looks at her partner the way you look at me, 
with more heat and a burning desire to be with me.  A streight man comes 
up to you and offers to show you how a "Real Man does it".  Your response 
has him grateful that you didn't accept his offer.

Soon, you are very impatient.  You want to go home.  I handcuff your 
hands behind the seat and caress you with fingertips and fingernails as 
we drive home, the long way.  I stroke your shoulders, neck and legs, 
especially when shifting.  I stop at a drive-through and get a soft 
drink.  I needed the ice cubes.  They almost burn as they melt onto your 
shoulders.  Then you hold the cup between your legs.  Too bad it doesn't 
touch the part that's really burning.

When we get home, I release you and you give me a very friendly kiss.  
When we get inside, I take you to the living room.  You have been 
flirting with men and need to be punished.  I fasten your wrists to the 
arms of the couch with leather handcuffs and nylon rope.  I fasten your 
ankles to the legs with hobbles and rope.  The rope is attached with 
clips.  You are now bent over the couch, with most of your body 
deliciously exposed.

I open the curtains.  Nobody is looking, but there will be several cars 
driving by tonight.  It seems more "public" this way.  I start to caress 
you with my fingernails, then when you are starting to moan, I go 
upstairs and change.  I get out of the pumps and put on my thigh high 
boots with 4" heels.  I also bring down a pair of 4" pumps with ankle 
straps for you.  I also bring down a riding crop, and a magic wand.  I 
also bring down a blindfold and a ball gag.  I have a cat-o-nine on the 
coffee table already.

I start to tease you with the riding crop.  Pressing against your satin 
panties with the tip, just barely hard enough to feel it, but you DO feel 
it.  I smile as you start to moan.  Then I strike you.  You are very 
aroused, and the sting is pleasant.  Your stockings seem to spread the 
sensation of the blow.  Another blow is sent, just as you are really 
enjoying the burn of the first.  Then there is a moment of teasing with 
the whip again.  Then another stoke of the crop.  You push yourself out 
to greet the next stroke.

I start to swing the cat.  It has strands about a foot long mounted on a 
swivel clip.  You can see it comeing toward your breasts.  Even with the 
satin blouse, you anticipate the sting.  I slow it down, just as the whip 
strikes the breast.  The result is only moderately painful, and very much 
a tease.  You look at me and smile.  I come around behind you and press 
my thigh between your neatly spread legs.  Then I start to unbutton your 
blouse.  Underneath, you are wearing a corsette, and a bra which was 
designed for looks more than comfort.

When I release your arm to remove the blouse, you reach for yourself.  I 
have been very careful not to actually touch your lips or your clit, and 
I quickly order your arm behind your back.  You comply as I remove the 
arm from the sleeve.  As I reattach your arm, I start teasing you very 
intensely.  I come so close to your clit you can almost imagine the 
touch, but it is frustrating as well.  It is even more frustrating since 
I am now pinching your nipples with my fingers.  The push-up bra leaves 
the nipples exposed and easily accessible.

(More tomorrow)

	Debbie



From rballard@cnj.digex.net Tue Oct 18 01:46:34 1994