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Subject: {ASSM} Cassiopeia : David and debbi 4/21 "Relocation"  Mf d/s bd ped inc
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Author: Cassiopeia
Title: David and Debbi : Relocation
Part: 4 of 21
Keywords: Mf, D/s, ped , inc


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WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to 
read this type of literature, or you are under age (Under 18 years old or 21 
in some areas) PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW! The author does NOT condone or 
encourage abuse of minors. Keep it in your head & off the streets. For 
fantasy only.
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Copyright 2006 Cassiopeia.  All rights reserved. Content may not be copied 
or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

David and debbi, Part 4/21

Relocation

Watching her father sleeping, debbi thinks about how her life has changed in 
the last week.  She has grown used to waking in her bonds, her hands either 
stretched out to the corners of the bed, or fixed to the ring on the bed 
head.  She is accustomed now to the lack of clothes, to never sitting in a 
chair unless it is in Master's lap, to calling her Daddy `Master' so that 
now she almost never forgets.

She has accepted that her friends will not see her again; indeed she has 
written them letters explaining how her father has a special new job and 
they are moving out of the small town where they have lived all her short 
life; she has spoken on the phone to some of them so they will not think 
anything strange about it.  She knows that Master has spoken to the small 
number of remaining family, her school, her doctor, indeed everyone who 
might have had cause to find their disappearance strange and come looking.

She is excited, for they are going away; the house is almost ready to leave. 
  The rooms are bare except for the few essentials needed to sustain them 
before they shut the doors, climb into the truck and drive away.

The silver collar is warm on her skin as she lays on her back next to 
Master, feeling his breath on her chest, as he sleeps in the early light.  
David's arm is thrown over her hips carelessly in a protective gesture.  She 
glances at the clock and sees that it is about to sound its quiet alarm and 
she whispers "Master".

David wakes and smiles, and stretches luxuriously, and reaches over her to 
switch off the alarm before it sounds.  He prefers her waking him, to the 
rude disturbance of the alarm and she tries hard to be awake to do so each 
morning.  His hands roam over her body, warm under the covers, snuggling her 
gently.  This is her almost favourite part of the day, the soft nuzzling 
warmth of him.  The gentle good morning from his lips and his sweet kisses, 
the way he smiles from his sleep and the gentle exchange of conversation.

Today his hands roam over her skin, and his fingers touch her nipples, 
tugging at them, first one then the other.  His eyes are closed and he seems 
to read her body like Braille, a little frown over his brows, his hands 
circling and moving over her body.  She lies still beneath his touch, 
watching his face, breathing quietly as his fingers explore between her 
thighs, finding her slightly sticky from last nights fucking.  He pushes his 
fingers into her, two at first, and then three, and fucks her slowly with 
them, using his thumb on her clit very gently; from the first he was careful 
not to make her insensitive to this touch, knowing that rough treatment 
would ruin her response.   She gasps a little as his fingers reach deep and 
stretch her, and the little jolt of his touch goes through her.  She opens 
her legs and her hips lift a little to his hand, and he chuckles.

"Is my pet a needy girl this morning?"

He pulls the third finger out of her and wriggles the remaining two, his 
thumb slick on her clit, gently circling, and he feels her tighten to clutch 
at them, and he stops moving his hand altogether.

"No no... Don't tighten on purpose... let go.  I want to feel your natural 
response... not what you think I want... I want to feel the real reaction."

She breathes in deep and then out on a long slow sigh, and relaxes her legs 
and hips, and forces her inner muscles to relax.  He smiles, and starts 
moving his hand again, circling with his thumb and pushing with his fingers, 
curling them inside her and twisting a little.  She whimpers with pleasure 
and pushes up again, not meaning to, but wanting to reach for the pleasure 
he offers her.  Again he stops, and he opens his eyes and looks at her 
sternly.   "Slave..."   She pants, blowing little puffs of breath through 
her lips, and again forces her body to relax and let go.

David smiles. He had noticed that she would tighten for him, to show him how 
much she liked what he was doing; today he didn't want to feel that. He 
wanted to feel her cunt walls engorge with blood, her body's involuntary 
reactions; the real thing.

He starts again to fuck her with his fingers, gently nudging her clit with 
his thumb, slow and steady; watching her breathe faster as her cunt walls 
swell and tighten naturally on his fingers.  He watches her face flush with 
the natural tinge of pink that precedes orgasm, her upper lip seems to 
change shape, and her eyes half close, and he can almost feel her body give 
off extra heat as she climbs towards a climax.

He stops again.  She is panting, and her cunt walls seem to pulse around his 
fingers.  He gently peels his thumb off her clit, knowing that she is on the 
brink of cumming, and that just a little more pressure will push her through 
into orgasm.  She whispers "Please Master... Please let your slave cum", her 
eyes closed now and her hands gently clench in the bonds.

He smiles to hear her beg, her voice so sweet and husky, her need so 
obvious.   He kisses her cheek gently and slides his fingers slowly from her 
slippery channel and slaps her inner thigh sharply with the flat of his 
hand.   She jerks, gasping with shock as he pulls her from her sensual 
reverie.  He waits until she is breathing again and then repeats the blow.  
Debbie whimpers and her eyes widen and she loses the hazey floating look, 
her orgasm retreating as the balance of pain/pleasure tips.

David moves to kneel between her legs and lifts her ass onto his thighs, 
positioning his rigid shaft,  and leaning forward he enters her with a buck 
of his hips, feeling his cock glide along the tight swollen walls of her 
pussy, which quiver and clench on him.  He slides into her fully, as far as 
he can go, careful not to press on her clit, just enjoying the tight heat 
and soft fluttering grasp of her body.  After a long pause, when her tiny 
pussy stops moving and her breathing has calmed, he draws out slowly, almost 
to her stretched gateway.  She looks up at him waiting, pleading, and he 
thrusts again, harder, reaching the depth of her pussy and bruising against 
her cervix.  She squeals, closing her eyes, and her muscles tighten again, 
and again he holds... holds... not moving... just enjoying her quivering 
clutching heat... and he bends to kiss her tiny breast, biting her nipple 
firmly to drag her back from the brink of orgasm.

Debbie finally opens her eyes and looks up at him, as her body stops shaking 
and his cock quietly throbs deep inside her.  He smiles.

David pulls out of her abruptly, his cock rigid and glistening with her 
copious juices. He reaches up to her wrists and unclips her cuffs.

"I want my coffee now. Shower, and then go and make it, slave."

debbi groanssssss and crosses her legs in an agony of longing, wriggling on 
the bed, turning on her side and curling.   "Master Pleeeeeeeease, don't..."

He gives her firm slap on her ass, and a gentle shove toward the edge of the 
bed and smiles as she makes a frowning face and sits up on the side.

"No touching. You are not to cum until I tell you.  Promise me please."

"I promise Master." comes the groaning reply, and as she trails off to the 
bathroom he lays back on the bed smiling and stroking his cock.   He hears 
her drop the toilet seat with slightly more force than is necessary, and 
chuckles.

After her shower he hears her go off down the stairs and he slides from the 
bed, pulling off the sheets, pillows and quilt, and putting them in a big 
box set ready, with the straps and hooks from the bed.  Tonight they will be 
sleeping in a new home several hundred miles away.

The cottage was a perfect lucky find, discovered by accident one night when 
he was on his way home from a business trip and he had stopped in a gas 
station off his normal route.  The card in the office window didn't lie; "To 
Rent - Small but well equipped and comfortable cabin in picturesque unspoilt 
surroundings, 40 acres of private lakeside forested land.  All Modern 
Conveniences. Two floors, plus loft space and dry basement.  Pets welcome."  
He remembered smiling wryly at the peculiar aptness of the last two words.

David had fallen for the place at first sight.  It was a lovely spot, off 
the beaten track, with views to die for, structurally sound if in need of a 
little renovation.   The owner was elderly and gradually finding himself 
unable to manage the property, and when David offered to buy it over the 
asking price, with a chunk of the money from his dead wife's insurance, the 
old guy was only too happy to let it go, having had no success selling it 
through an agent.

David was good with his hands, a skilled carpenter, and there was enough 
money in the bank to hire help for jobs he couldn't do himself, and within 6 
months of purchasing the little cabin it was looking much smarter and had 
the benefit of modern plumbing and heating, polished wooden floors, fitted 
furniture throughout, and a boarded loft for storage.  He had other plans 
for the 'dry basement' which to his delight really was dry, warmed by a 
furnace at one end and running the whole size of the upper floors.

Now, at the end of the long summer vacation, with debbi between schools, was 
the perfect time for them to relocate.   They would not be missed, and by 
the time next summer came they would be forgotten in this neighbourhood and 
living under new names in quiet anonymity in the cabin by the lake.

David dressed and finished packing up the bedding and dismantling the bed 
which, since he made it himself, didn't take long to break down into nothing 
but a pile of lumber and a bag of bolts.  The sound of the whistling kettle 
told him breakfast must be nearly ready and he stepped jauntily down the 
stairs to see if his little slave pet had recovered her temper.

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