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Subject: {ASSM} Andrea (M/f, BDSM, NC)
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Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2006 19:10:01 -0500
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This is a work of fiction, copywright by the author, dealing with sexual 
situations.  If you are underage you do not have the author's permission to 
continue.  All feedback is welcome to the address listed - remove the "_" to 
send directly to me.

     ANDREA
     By Toran 1-7-06
     
     "Put the paper down, Andrea."  She looked up at me, the morning sun 
streaming across her golden hair.  Her hazel eyes took a moment to switch gears 
from the Sunday morning ritual to gaze at what I had in my hands.
     "What's that all about?"  Just a hint of trepidation.
     "I told you it was coming."  I slipped onto the bed beside her, brushing 
the thirty-odd sections of The Post onto the floor.  She watched this as a 
rabbit watches a cat creeping towards it - intensely, ready to move.  Fight or 
flight.
     "I never actually said I would let you do it."  Looking from my face to 
what I had plopped on the bed beside her.  Outside, the morning cardinals and 
blue jays flitted about the trees in the cold January day, their shadows 
momentarily crossing that beam of golden sunlight that lay across my beautiful 
Andrea, pinning her to the bed with less than I had planned for her.
     "Tough."  I saw confusion settle in her eyes.  I had yet to talk to her 
like I was talking to her now, with an edge to my voice that I'd been keeping 
from her until this moment.  She thought she  knew me, at least enough to move 
in with me after only a few months of dating.  
     "Ummm, let me get a shower first."  It was a good ploy, delaying the 
moment and hoping it would never return.  She started to slip out from beneath 
the covers and yelped when I caught her wrist.  She didn't start to struggle 
until I had yanked the covers off her and rolled her onto her stomach.
     She still wore the silk bikini nightie that had almost gotten ripped off 
the night before during our normal fucking - she had a thing for not wanting to 
be entirely naked and liked having her nipples played with and suckled while 
they were captured by the silk.  Her panties stayed on and I appeased her by 
pushing the thin silk strip aside when I wanted to fucke her.  For now, I would 
leave her dressed.
     "Really - Ouch!"
     I had her pressed into the bed, both arms pulled behind her, her wrists 
crossed.  The `ouch' came when I pulled what I had dumped on the bed moments 
before across her wrists - starchy white rope that encircled her slender 
feminine wrists, binding them tightly together.  A tight knot completed her 
initial helplessness.
     "God-damnit!  No!"
     I swung my leg over her torso so I could catch her flailing ankles, one 
still caught by the bundle of covers at the foot of the bed.  She was trying to 
kick me, her legs pistoning back and forth and had she connected I would have 
likely gotten a bloody nose.  I had to work fast to grab both legs and it took 
more than a few attempts to get the rope looped about both ankles and pulled 
tight enough to give me a moment to get a few knots tied.  When I released her 
to move her to a better position she did catch me a good shot on the shoulder 
and I grunted.
     "Let me go, you bastard!"
     Her kick pissed me off.  I looped rope through her flailing wrists and 
then her ankles and pulled as hard as I could, bowing her back and bringing her 
hands to the heels of her feet.  A few more knots and beautiful Andrea was 
hogtied.
     I sat back on my ass, taking in the wonderful sight before me - my lovely 
girlfriend struggling, hogtied, pissed off, eyes glinting fury, her body 
writhing helplessly on the sun-speckled bed.  Running my fingers through her 
golden hair I drew her thrashing head close and whispered in her ear.
     "I'm going to tie you tighter, with more rope, then I'm going to clamp 
your nipples, bury a vibrator inside you and spank your ass until you cry."
     Her eyes narrowed with a look I'd never seen before, her breath coming 
hard and fast through her mouth.  "Untie me.  Now."
     I smacked the side of her ass extra hard.  "Nope."
     She howled and squirmed until she had rolled over onto her side, hiding 
her ass from my hand.  "I'm not kidding.  Untie me now or I'm calling the 
cops."  She glared at me and she never looked more beautiful.  I had fantasized 
about her like this but the images in my mind were nothing like what I gazed at 
now.  Her breasts strained lopsidedly against the silk bikini top, gravity 
doing wonders with her laying on her side on her shoulder, arms roped behind 
her.
     I reached out and cupped one, my thumb running along the flattened nub of 
her nipple.  She tried to jerk away from me but her position didn't give her 
much lee-way and she eventually rolled back onto her stomach, my hand trapped 
beneath her still cupping her breast.  I took the opportunity to squeeze her 
flesh as hard as I could and she yelped again, trying to roll back and away but 
not getting the leverage now.  Wonderful thing, the hogtie.
     I rolled next to her, one hand firmly holding onto tit-flesh, the other 
taking up a steady rhythm on her ass, my leg folded across her thighs to keep 
her from rolling away.  "I'm going to keep you tied all the time now.  
Crotch-ropes, chains, collars.  Caged, too.  Downstairs in the rec-room closet. 
 Remember that dog cage you saw when you moved in.  It's not for dogs."
     She started screaming and I listened for a few seconds, relishing the 
sound, the symphony of indignity and anger and fear.  I let go of her breast 
and stopped the spanking short of leaving welts - that would come later.  The 
neighbors would object to her screaming.  I rammed a big ball gag between her 
lips and buckled it tightly.  Helplessness complete.
     Her thrashing intensified.  Now her threats would not be heard and nothing 
she could say could cause me to stop the attack.  Because that's what it was.  
An attack.  I had forcefully made my beautiful Andrea helpless and had arguably 
beaten her, although a spanking was far from what I considered a proper beating.
     I wanted to mindfuck her some more - her reactions were priceless.  "I'm 
going to wrap you in rope so tight every vein will pulse with your constricted 
blood, every nerve ending will scream as it falls asleep, succumbing to your 
helplessness.  I'm going to fuck you whenever I want to, untie you enough to 
beat you, use your body against you, make you scream into one gag after the 
next.  I'm going to cover your body in candle wax, each droplet searing your 
flesh pink, and then I'm going to whip you until the wax peels back and falls 
away, exposing your tender skin for more.  I'm going to pierce your nipples 
with heavy rings and chain you to the ceiling by your tits.  I'm going to ring 
both sides of your cunt lips and padlock you closed until I want to fuck you.  
I'm going to tie you into a tight ball and through you in the trunk and take 
long country drives, then I'll tie you to a tree in the woods and leave you 
overnight for the hunters to find you."
     Her thrashing had stopped and her eyes were huge as she looked at me.  Her 
cheeks were puffed out around the big ball gag and she looked divine.  I 
nonchalantly rolled her back onto her side, then slapped one of her breasts, 
relishing the yelp of pain. 
     "I'm going to have a collar welded permanently to your neck and keep you 
chained to a ring in the cellar for weeks, feeding you moldy bread and putrid 
water.  I'm going to have leather suits made for your body and pose you on 
stiletto heels in the corner, my bound mannequin.  I'm going to suspend you by 
your ankles with your legs spread wide and flog your cunt until it's a cherry 
pink."
     She started crying then, her struggles forgotten.  I continued, purring 
into her ear, my hands running along the curve of her hip, her tight thighs.  
"I'm going to seal you in a crate, take you to the post office and send you to 
an undeliverable address - how long will it take for them to send you back to 
me, back to more of my tortures?  I'm going to tie you to the bed and sell your 
body to my friends and they'll line up to fuck you and use you all night long.  
I'm going to have `slave' tattooed on one of your ass cheeks and `cunt' on the 
other.  I'm going to get a St. Bernard and train him to fuck you in the ass and 
train you to blow him.  I'm going to wrap you in tape like a mummy and bury you 
in the backyard with only a small airhole to keep you alive.  I'm going to pick 
up women at the bar and bring them home and make you watch while I tie them up 
and fuck them, then make you clean my cum from their pussies."
     She was shaking now - head, body, maybe her world rippling at the edges.  
"And do you know why?  Because I can.  And you can't stop me.  Too bad you're 
tied up and helpless."
     She suddenly began struggling again, hard, and I could see panic in her 
face.  I slapped both breasts again for good measure and then reached for more 
rope.  Time to tie her tits into two fleshy globes and wait for them to turn 
purple-
     "Mmmmmm.  What's gotten you so hard?"
     I rolled onto my side and caught the morning sun full tilt, light daggers 
digging into my eyes and searing them with red dots.  I hastily rolled back, 
into the arms of Andrea.  One of her hands was beneath the covers, softly 
rubbing my dick.  She snuggled closer to me and kissed me on the cheek, her 
lips straying to my mouth.  She was naked and her soft warmth felt wonderful as 
she pressed against me.
     She broke the kiss and gazed over at me from her pillow, her golden hair 
blazing in the morning sunlight.  "I was going to get the Sunday Post but now 
I'm curious."  She peeked under the covers at my erection in her hand then 
smiled back at me with that lazy, amazing smile she had.  "What _has_ gotten 
you so hard, dear?"
     I closed my eyes, the feeling of her hand caressing me the perfect way to 
start a Sunday.  "Someday, love, we'll have a talk."  I felt her hand pause and 
opened my eyes to see her questioning look.  "But don't worry, my wonderful 
Andrea," I said, rolling my eyes to look down towards the bump in the covers 
that hid my hard dick and her soft fingers squeezing it and then back up.  "You 
are totally responsible for that."
     She smiled and her hand resumed, soft, sensuous.  I closed my eyes again 
and soaked in the red blaze of morning sun alighting my eyelids.  Someday.  Oh 
yes.  Someday. 

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