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Reborn, part one...
	
	The first night was a dream. The second was a trial. The third
was an agony. For the fourth, they agreed to give up the game.
	It had all begun when they had encountered each other in one
of the chat rooms, and in the weeks since, they had grown slowly,
steadily closer, discussing, laughing, feeling breathless. Somewhere
along the line the idea was playfully put forth that they should
perhaps meet, not only to see if they were compatible in person, but
also so that they might enjoy the bliss of simply lying together in
the dark and sharing the presense of each others bodies and spirits.
What made the idea so seemingly innocent was the agreement that they
would not disrobe, at least not at first. For the very first time they
lay together, they would remain fully dressed, with the exception of
shoes and socks. They would be able to feel each other, close, warm
and comforting, but little else. And when they finally set a time and
date and arrived at the very nice, very neutral hotel, that is exactly
what they did.
	It was fortunate that from the moment their eyes first brushed
each other they were mutually pleased, though they were beyond any
need to be allured by glances or appearances. They were, at this
moment, already hungry to taste each others souls.
	So, when they closed the door to the room, slipped off their
shoes and socks and slid, fully dressed, beneath the covers, the mere
touch of each others fully clothed bodies sent them both throbbing
somewhere inside. Still, there was comfort and safety here, and they
merely lay very still, very close, arms around each other, whispering
in the dark for a long while until sleep claimed them.
	
	The second night occured a week later. This time, in line with
the game, another article of clothing was discarded, leaving her
standing, blushing in her jeans and bra, and him bare to the waist.
	Now, when they slipped beneath the blankets, their bodies
touched, flesh to flesh and the hunger grew. The whispering was more
hushed on this night, and punctuated by tense silences as honor
wrestled with desire. But honor won out, and eventually they slept.
	
	Another week passed, and when next they resumed the game, yet
another item joined the separate heaps upon the carpeted floor. Both
now stood, he clad in the merest breifs, she in bra and panties. Once
more they slipped beneath the blankets and now the brush of skin upon
skin, pure contact of thigh against thigh, whisp of lace against cool
sheen of satin silenced the whispers all together.
	After a long soundless time of aching, she finally breathed,
her words tense.
	"Sir?"
	"Yes..."
	"Can we - "
	She sighed.
	"Yes?" His tone was soothing, encouraging.
	"Can we play next time" she said simply.
	"If you think you're ready."
	She moaned, feeling her sex begin to moisten.
	"Yes sir. Please."
	She did not see his smile in the darkness, but the joyous,
grateful pleasure in his voice was unmistakable.
	"I do adore you, you know, pet."
	"Yes sir. I do."
	
	So on this, their fourth night together, as she walked from
her car toward the front door of the now familiar and comfortable
hotel, she was trembling, for she knew that very shortly she would be
surrendering a piece of her body and soul as yet never touched. Her
stomach was churning, knotting and loosening and that action only
seemed to heighten the deep feeling within her sex. She could feel the
slickness as the folds of her precious center brushed together with
each step and the tingling that flowed through her made her breathless
and giddy.
	Beneath the simple dress she had been instructed to wear, she
was utterly naked, save for a pair of stockings, and the cool air
wafted up to brush against her pubic hair causing her to gasp at her
secret, unseen exposure. She felt vulnerable and free all at once.
	
	She stopped at the front desk and inquired, as she had been
instructed, for any message. The clerk, with hardly a glance in her
direction, scanned the cubbyholes and withdrew an envelope, depositing
it on the counter before her. She reached out with a trembling hand,
took it up and slowly, almost with dread, tore it open, extracting the
single sheet of paper it contained.
	She drew in a deep breath, undid the folds and cast her eyes
upon it.
	
	"My beloved pet" it said... "Tonight I will take possession of
you and fulfill merely a few of your dreams and fantasies. I will do
this with love, respect and a deep cherishing. As time goes on, more
and more of your hidden desires and lusts will be drawn from you and
used for our mutual pleasure. Eventually, we will become as one
spirit, and each step of the journey will draw cries of pleasure from
you which I will drink in and savor. And above all, I will love you,
for this is what we were destined to share.
	"For this moment, however, say good bye forever to your
innocence and secretly enfolded heart. Soon I shall draw it from you
in wails of pleasure and a shatting fire of raw lust throughout your
flesh. You will surrender it to me and I will cherish and protect it
from now on. And you will never again need feel anything less than
ravanously carnal, hungry to have your body throb in joyous
fulfillment and eager to become the glowing fire of pure lust with
which I shall wamn my spirit.
	"This now, is the final opportunity for you to maintain your
secret, single self. If you have any doubts, simply turn now and leave
this place. I will think none the less of you for that decision, and
will always cherish and adore you as a loved friend.
	"But if you do come to me now, be assured that tonight shall
take place the wedding of our souls, and instead of a ring, a collar
will adorn your lovely neck, and instead of spoken vows, your body
will cry out in fulfillment and desire.
	"To set on the ceremony, if you choose to seek this
fulfillment, come to the room, knock on the door and enter. Do not
speak unless it is to use the safeword we already discussed to stop
all activities. Move to the foot of the bed and stand facing it, with
your hands clasped behind your back. From that moment on, you will
obey my instructions without hesitation or question.
	"The decision is now yours. I am in Room 346."
	
	By the time she finished her hands were trembling violently
and the tingles from her sex had become a throbbing ache. As she
folded the letter, she glanced up to see the clerk was now casting
looks at her from the corner of the desk, an expression of wariness in
his eyes. She felt the blood of a blush rise in her cheeks and gave
him a smile before turning... and walking toward the elevator...
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Subject: REPOST: Reborn, part 2 - M/f, D/s, cons., bond
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Reborn, part 2

	She stood before the door to the room for a long time,
struggling to stop the churning in her stomach. On the other side of
that barrier was the end of her innocense... the realization of her
fantasies... the awakening of her dreams. And now that all that was
before her, she stood, trembling, wondering if she had made the right
decision.
	She closed her eyes for a long moment, allowing the tingling
from her already taut nipples and the dull throb from her sex to urge
her on. With an almost dreamlike slowness she felt her arm raise, the
fingers balling into a tiny fist and rapping on the door. Then it
slowly lowered and found the knob, turning it and pushing. The door
swung open and almost automatically her body moved forward, into the
portal.
	
	The room was cavernous in its darkness, only the dim
flickering of some distant, meagre light cast limply into the space
allowed her to piece out the hazy image of the far corner as she
stepped inside and closed the door behind her, hearing with a tiny
shock the click of the lock slipping automatically into place.
	She drew in a deep, steadying breath and slowly, almost on
tiptoes crept forward until she passed the entryway corridor and the
view of the entire room swept before her eyes.
	There was the bed, even larger than she remembered it, and
from either side of it, on the small nightstands which flanked it,
blazed a single candle each, providing the only light in the room.
	And seated on the bed, proped casually against the wall behind
it, his arm resting casually on one bent, naked knee, he sat. He was
clad, she saw, in some black, loose shirt that seemed to glimmer in
the candlelight, although his legs were bare. She could not tell much
of his expression in the gloom, but she could see the glistening
moisture of his eyes, riveted on her as she pulled to a halt just
inside the main part of the room, her hands figiting at her sides.
	
	"Hello, pet" he said, quietly, a velvet smoothness in his tone
that almost seemed to wash over her like a breath of warm air. "Come
on. To the foot of the bed, please."
	She moved slowly forward until she stood at the end of the
bed, staring across the infinity of those few feet at him, and now she
could make out that his lips bore a smile that spoke of... what?
Triumph? Pleasure? Satisfaction?
	"Now" he cooed quietly, his eyes fixed on hers, "it's time for
you to make a very special commitment. One that is going to change you
forever. Answer only 'yes Sir' or 'no Sir'. Do you understand?"
	"Yes sir" she muttered, her voice harsh and rasping, but cut
with an edge of excitement.
	"Are you prepared to give yourself to me, body and soul."
	"Yes sir."
	"To have your body become my property."
	"Yes sir."
	"To surrender your sex and your lust and deepest secrets."
	"Yes sir", her voice failing now as her breath quickened, and
his voice bore gently into her mind, like smoke drifting through a
screen.
	"To become wanton and wet and hungry."
	"Oh God..."
	"To be fucked and tormented until you scream" his voice slowly
taking on a hard edge that turned the smoke to a knife which stabbed
now into her mind and tickled her sex.
	"Yesssssssss...."
	"To cum for me, when I say, where I say, and for as long as I
desire to feed on your cumming."
	"Ooooohhhhhhhhh...."
	
	There was a long silence and her sex was quivering now, ready
and anxious to erupt and consume her.
	"Are you wet" he whispered.
	"Oh God, yes sir."
	"Then ask me nicely to please fuck you."
	"Oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaase, sir, fuck me. Pleeeeeaase."
	In the gloom she heard him chuckle and whisper.
	"Not yet, love. Drop your jacket, just there, at your feet."
	
	Inside she shook herself and reached up, peeling the light
jacket from her shoulders, lowering her arms and letting it slide down
until it dropped away and pooled at her feet.
	"Ahhhhhhh" he sighed, his quiet voice rich with contentment
"you wore the dress I requested. I'm very proud of you, my love. Now,
very slowly, undo the buttons, one by one."
	She reached up to the neck, bending her head down.
	"No" he said suddenly, his voice still quiet but now sharp and
warning. "Look only at me. You've seen youself often. I have not.
Watch me. Watch my eyes. Continue."
	Her fingers were trembling now as the fumbled with the top
button, finally managing to unclasp it. She could feel the folds of
the garment part ever so slightly and it was as if it had been ripped
suddenly from her body, making her feel instantly already naked and
vulnerable. She slid her hands down to the next button and began to
work it, staring at his eyes as he began to speak once more, his voice
so faint she had to strain to pick out his words.
	"That is my property now... that lovely, aching flesh of
yours. That sweet gift of your body. Every inch... every particle,
inside and out. My plaything, my possession... I'm going to make it
quiver in lust... I'm going to touch and tease and torment it... bind
it and punish it and set it screaming with hunger. And when I can't
stand it any longer, I'm going to make it explode and consume you,
burn you away to an ash. And I'll breath your soul out of the air and
take it into me and bind us together forever... My God you are lovely.
Such a perfect gift."
	She suddenly realized that her dress now stood fully
unbuttoned, hanging limply, almost defeated, upon her skin which
glowed in the dim candlelight.
	"Now" he whispered, "slide it from your shoulders."
	She slowly, mechanically, moved an arm upwards, lightly
brushing the cloth with her fingertips. It whispered over her shoulder
and suddenly cascaded down, dropping away with a flutter to a dry
puddle around her feet, leaving her exposed and naked, save for the
stockings that hugged her legs and made her feel wicked and wanton, a
lusty animal prowling for something to fill her body and soul, to tear
her to pieces and consume her utterly.
	"God" he breathed, his eyes now blazing as they swept over
her, drinking her in "how I will love making you scream."
	Slowly he shifted, pushing himself up, drawing up his legs
until he sat, far up at the head of the bed, his back against the
wall.
	"Now come up onto the bed and kneel there..."
	Almost gratefully she leaned down until her hands pressed
against the surface of the bed and she began to move forward, drawing
up her knees and planting them on it. She stopped and drew herself up,
now kneeling a mere few agonizing feet from where he sat, watching
intently.
	"Spead your legs, as far as you can."
	She shifted her weight and pressed her knees outward, feeling
the lips of her sex suddenly part, the cool air brushing against the
tiny aching nub of her clit as the wetness of her arousal began to
evaporate.
	"Straighten your back."
	She drew herself up as far as she could, fighting a sudden
momentary dizziness, before focusing on becoming erect... an object
displaying itself for his pleasure.
	"Clasp your hands at the back of your neck and lace your
fingers."
	She slowly raised her arms, felt the fingers slip amid the
strands of hair behind her head and slide together, linking tightly.
Suddenly she was aware of how her breasts jutted upwards, open and
exposed, the nipples already tight and tingling and unashamed.
	He sat for a long moment, his eyes sweeping over her body,
savoring it, making her feel helpless and vulnerable.
	Suddenly he moved, almost springing, like a stiking predator,
and was before her, kneeling as well, his own form now inches away
from her, his gaze bearing down on her, his warm breath drifting
against her face.
	She shuddered and felt herself tense, ready for the killing
strike that would rend her and slaughter her innocense forever, but he
merely hovered before her, an overwhelming force, relaxed yet poised
to snap forward and consume her.
	"Look at me" he whispered and she locked her eyes on his.
	"I can smell you" he breathed, barely forming the words in
sound. "I can smell your heat... your lust... your need... Tell me,
sweet pet, has it ever been this desparate... have you ever been so
hungry."
	"No sir" and her voice was almost gone now, her world fading
down to the black points in the center of his glistening eyes.
	"And will you come for me, body and soul."
	"Yes sir".
	"Will you scream in your lust... for me."
	"Yes sir".
	"Will you ache for me, always."
	"Oh God..."
	"Do you give yourself to me, for my pleasure."
	"Oh yessssss."
	"To drown you in your own cumming, always."
	"Pleeeeeeeeeaase..."
	"Say it."
	"Make me cum, please, sir, let me cum...."
	Slowly he smiled, and the waves of love and adoration flowed
over her like a wall of white hot flame.
	"Will you wear my collar and be proud to be my property."
	"God yes, sir."
	"Then close your eyes."
	She slid her eyes shut and suddenly felt the lightness sweep
over her, her body begin to sway slightly. Even in her blindness, she
felt his weight shift and return, his presense once again before her.
	Suddenly her nipples sparked as his fingertips lightly,
playfully, brushed over them for an instant. She gasped and felt her
stomach clench as the waves of tingling raced through her, reflected
off her aching clit and flowed back through her once more, causing her
mind to reel.
	And as she fought to grasp herself, she felt the collar touch
her neck and quickly snuggle against it as his hands carefully folded
the clasp just below her laced fingers. It felt heavy and cool and
comforting, as if a warm blanket was being drapped over her shivering
body in the darkness. It felt.... so right.
	"Can you hear me, pet".
	"Yes sir" she whispered, her own voice now distant and
soothing to her.
	"This is my collar you now wear. It means you are mine, body
and spirit. You exist to please and fulfill me, by obedience and by
being always your best, body, mind, soul and spirit. To be available
to me when it pleases me to take you, and to wrap yourself deeply in
my love for you. Do you agree to all these things."
	"Yes sir."
	"Freely."
	"Yes, freely."
	"Then this one time, and no other, open your eyes, look at me
and tell me what I am... name me."
	She slowly opened her eyes to find his directly before hers,
so close that she might have fallen into them.
	After a long moments silence, she found her voice.
	"Master."
	It was as if his face caught fire, the glow spreading into it,
the warmth of his love flowing over her, from his eyes, his smile, his
heat and power... and she realized something ceremonial has just
concluded. And she realized too that they were bound now, in a way
that could never be broken or imposed upon.
	
	He moved, sliding sideways, slipping off the bed, planting his
feet and leaving her feeling a void before her where his presense was.
	"Lay down, on your back, in the center of the bed."
	She unlaced her fingers and leaned forward, turning and
feeling her hip press against the cool covers as she sank down,
rolling onto her back.
	"Raise your knees and spread them as wide as you can."
	She complied, feeling her sex gape once more, a tiny trickle
of her arousal leak down, tickling the virginal flesh of her most
secret places.
	"And relax, pet. Don't move. Just relax.... Close your eyes...
drift....savor the moment."
	She slipped her eyes closed and felt her body slowly become
heavy as the muscles unclenched. A sense of relief welled up in her,
and she felt herself begin to sink downward toward.... not sleep...
she was far to aroused for that... but something else.... an
otherworldly distance from herself perhaps... a detatchment from the
confines of her breathing flesh.... a timeless, spaceless place that
awaited her somewhere far below her and toward which she now slowly
drifted.
	With a sudden rush her mind drew back when she felt the weight
of him upon the bed down past her bent, parted legs, and at once her
sex clenched instinctively ready to be penetrated. But instead, she
heard the tinkling of water in some small container, and moments
later, a blanket of moist heat was gently spread over her sex, at once
heightening and dampening the flames in her clit.
	She gasped as the wet flames flowed into her.
	"Shhhhhhhh, pet. Relax.... just relax..."
	And she realized he was bathing her sex, warming and softening
it with water and soft cloth. Twice... three times.... she felt the
heavy blanket of wet heat against her sex... and then the light,
ticklish brush of something... foam.... being carefully lathed over
her, expertly avoiding any contact with her now throbbing, desperate
clit.
	At last, she felt and heard the rasp of the razor as it
touched her, just above her sex, and was drawn down, beginning to
sheer away the soft down that had always protected her sex since first
she became aware of it as a thing of pleasure and love.
	And as if from a great distance... detached yet present... she
wondered at the careful, light sweeps of the blade over her sex,
broken only by brief thrashing sounds as the water in the bowl swept
away the debris that was her protective fur... the blade touching and
harvesting every strand above, beside and below her sex...
	And when the moist cloth was next placed upon her, it touched
now only naked, hairless skin, all of its heat now spreading onto and
into her, and she felt a second tiny part of her former self die
out...
	
	But even as she bid it farewell and savored the freedom that
welled up in her, she felt the cloth slowly withdrawn, the cool air
tickling her now fully exposed and helpless flesh.... and then, with a
sound halfway between a gasp and moan, the electic explosion as the
tip of his tongue brushed the lips of her sex far to their base, and
slowly drifted over them, like a whisper of pleasure from hell itself,
to the very top... and then was gone...
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Reborn, part 3

	What raced through her body at the light brush of his tongue
over her clit in that single, delicate stroke was like the shadow of
cuming, but not full, not developed. Her entire form moaned as the
promised release evaporated back into the aching throb and she felt
herself grow limp as if exhausted to the core of her soul.
	Somewhere far away, she heard him chuckle and felt him rise
from the bed, hearing his soft padding as he moved into the bathroom
and then returned a moment later.
	Even with her eyes closed, she could feel him, there, next to
the bed, gazing down at her, open and naked and hairless and oh so
desperate.
	"Now" he said slowly, his voice an almost cruel drawl..."time
to rape your soul."
	She groaned as her mind raced of a starburst of a thousand mad
images of defilement upon her body... but quickly it was pulled back.
	"Up onto your knees now, pet."
	She sighed, forced herself to focus on turning over and
pushing herself up onto her arms.
	"Face the foot of the bed, look straight ahead."
	She positioned herself as directed, and suddenly felt
light-headed, her body swaying slightly.
	"Close your eyes."
	She closed them and was suddenly aware of the tingles that
rippled through her. Part of her longed to allow her hand to slide
over her hip, a fingertip to slip between her now bare lips and touch
that center of her lust. But it was as if he was reading her mind.
	"Hands behind your back. Don't move."
	She drew her hands together behind herself, the fingers of one
hand taking tight hold on the wrist of the other.
	A few moments later she felt the weight of his knee beside
her, and then the brush of something at the top of her head. Even
before she realized it was a blindfold, it was settling down over her
face, resting snugly against her nose and sealing out all possibility
of relying on her eyes.
	Her body began to quiver, overwhelmed by implications of the
control she was slowly giving up to him, piece by piece. And yet
again, she was suddenly pulled from her reverie when she felt the
first loop of the rope slipping around her wrist, followed quickly by
another, and another, strung expertly back and forth, first over one
wrist, then the other, each new loop drawing them closer together
behind her... putting a light pressure on her shoulders, forcing her
to arch her back slightly, thrusting her breasts upwards.
	When at last his hands withdrew from their work, she strained
her arms and realized that her wrists were now completely bound beyond
all hope of loosening. A flood of feeling, emotions and sensations
raced through her.... of helplessness, vulnerability and surrender.
She was truly experiencing something that she had only fantasized
about for so long... now it was playing itself on her trembling,
aroused, needy body.
	She felt the next rope slip around her thigh, just above her
knee and she gasped as it was quickly tied tightly. Then, she heard
and sensed as he moved around the foot of the bed and felt the other
rope loop around her opposite leg. But even as she was settling in to
this delicious new sensation she felt the rope on the knee opposite
where he was pull suddenly, coaxing... demanding that she spread her
legs. Pressing down she pushed them apart and for each inch she
surrended, the rope seemed to demand more. When finally the urgent tug
on her legs ceased, she was spread to her limit, the lips of her sex
now standing open, tiny droplets of her arousal quivering on them,
adding their own traces of stimulation to her aching and tormented
lust.
	She felt him mount the bed beside her and when his fingers
lightly brushed her cheek her head flinched causing her to gasp at the
heat of his touch.
	"Shhhhhh, pet. It's all right. Everything is all right. Now,
open your mouth.... open..."
	She whimpered and let her head lull forward slightly but
quickly drew it up level and parted her lips to recieve the gag.
	It was startling to her, as it slipped between her lips,
causing her jaw to part even wider, gaping to recieve it, slipping
between her front teeth and lodging against the corners of her mouth.
Even as she savored the rush of additional helplessness that flowed
through her, feeling the straps that ran through the gag being secured
tightly behind her head, she fleetingly wondered what color it was,
secretly hoping it was bright red... marking her forver as the wanton
sexual object she now longed to fully become.
	
	She knelt, spread, bound, gagged and swaying slightly on the
softness of the bed, drinking in every throb, every ache, every need
of her flesh. Yet inside herself she was consumed with warmth and
tenderness, bathed in a bliss more complete than she ever thought
possible. It was as if her heart and soul, those parts of her that
have no physical form, were already bathed in a kind of endless orgasm
of the spirit, detatched and finally, for the first time in her life,
free.
	Instantly sensations roared from her nipples, like icy fire,
flooding her body and causing her to snap upwards as if driven by some
tremendous inner force. Her mind screamed at the tender assault and it
was long moments before she realized it was his fingertips, lightly
tracing circles on her nipples that was now adding to her torture.
	The wavs of pure pleasure coursed through her, causing her to
tremble, which made the drops of her lust at the lips of her sex
dance, and they too sent tiny shocks of pleasure through her. She felt
her orgasm begin to tremble through her stomach, her sex clenching,
struggling to capture that release, feeling it begin to well...
	
	And then, suddenly, from one nipple, came a startling rush of
feelings... as the clamp slowly closed down, pressing it, causing it
to throb now, in time to the racing beat of her heart.. sending pulses
of pleasure through her.
	She felt the brush of the heavy chain attached to the clamp
against her stomach and then her second nipple joined the first in
tortured, delicious, clamped torment.
	She was moaning now, a low, constant tone through the muffling
gag... her body swaying slightly back and forth, causing the chain on
the clamps to rock against her skin, adding tiny tugs to each nipple
in turn.
	She was higher in her lust now than she had ever dreamed was
possible without release, and still her arousal was climbing, soaring
upwards.
	When his fingertip gently brushed against the tight bud of her
ass, that purely virginal portal, she yelped at the explosion of new
and overwhelming consuming sensations, her body jolting up straight.
But his touch merely danced, lightly, in slow circles, over the
innocent, sensitive spot of flesh, and she sank into a sound that was
half sob, half plead.
	Now her body was facing two points of torment... from her
always tender nipples and her untouched asshole, which shot bolts of
pleasure through her, like some massive circuit of sex.
	Then she felt something pressing against her virginal bud, and
her body went rigid... as the first of the tiny, cold, steel balls on
a long, thin cord parted the opening and sank into her, contacting
nerves that had never in her life before been touched.
	The spasms racked her form, causing her to lash in sharp jolts
as one after another the tiny invaders penetrated and filled her...
	When at last they stopped, she had vaguely thought she felt
six or seven of the demonic, tormenting spheres lodged deeply in her.
With every move now, they brushed and stroked against her inner walls,
awakening new rushes of pleasure.
	And she was sobbing now, she suddenly realized, aware of the
light streak of tears cupped against her cheeks by the blindfold. She
longed to wail her soul into infinity in a long, triumphant cascade of
sound, but the gag merely vibrated against her lips, allowing a tiny
trickle of moisture to leak around its edge and create a tickling
trail down the corner of her mouth to her chin.
	Oh God, she thought, what must I look like... what whorish,
wanton thing must I appear to be.... helpless... hungry.... safe....
loved.... perfect...
	
	And then, at last, at long, long last, she felt the press of
something, anything, please dear God, against the lips of her sex,
pushing up against her, invading those wanton lips, causing them to
gap wide now to recieve it, as it flowed slowly up into her... it was
hard and soft and stabbed, slowly, deeply in her secret center like a
knifeblade through the last particle of her innocense and she welcomed
it with a fresh scream of joy into the muffling gag, feeling it slide
deep, filling her, inch by tortured in, feeling it press against the
flesh inside and cause the tiny spheres deep in her ass to roll with
it.
	And just as she felt it touch her deepest possible place,
filling her completely and stretching her to the limit that her mind
and soul and lust could endure, it suddenly shuddered and began to
vibrate madly, deep in her sex... and she screamed as the first orgasm
exploded through her, all the sensations from nipples and ass and sex
and gag and bondage and sightlessness erupting in one searing moment
of release that rolled through her, sending her flying out of her
flesh as it burned away around her.
	And even as she began to tumble forward, unable to withstand
the assault, her body now one massive fireball of cumming, she felt
his arm catch her, holding her up, drapped limply over it.
	And when his fingertip swiftly slipped between the lips of her
sex and gently found her clit in slow, light circles, the second
explosion of cumming ripped through her... and even before it ebbed
came the third... and the fourth....
	
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*
	
	She drifted, lost in her own universe, driven there by the
eruptions that racked her flesh...
	
	She was only vaguely aware of him untieing her legs, and
laying her gently onto her back... of her legs being raised up and
secured, wide and separate, to the opposite corners of the
headboard... of the tormenting object being slipped from her sex,
leaving her feeling open and empty... of the weight of his own body
poised above hers.
	Only when the blindfold was slipped from her, and she gazed up
at him with bleary, unfocused eyes, did she realize that this moment
had arrived...
	And as his cock brushed against her sex, and slowly filled
her, their eyes locked together, the entire universe reduced to this
coupling... did she bid farewell to the last of what she was, and
savored the birth of what she now was.... his.... body and soul....
his....
	And this time, when the cumming struck her, it burned them
both away to ash and vapor... 
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