Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Ranna's Workshop (MF, bond)
Date: 15 Nov 1995 19:57:48 GMT

			   Ranna's Workshop

	Ranna heard the chime from the clock at the other end of the
hall. Three o'clock. It had been an hour since her last lesson. She
anticipated it with a combination of dread and excitement. She'd
learned so much about herself at the workshop so far.

	She heard the footsteps behind her. He must have wanted her to
hear him. She normally had no warning. Quickly she assumed her
position.

	Kneeling, knees spread far apart. Eyes down, her hands behind
her back. She had assumed the position correctly the first try this
time. She could feel her vagina opening from the position she was in.

	His hand took her breast, examining it. "Since your diet,
you're much more beautiful... everywhere."

	Dropping her breast, he turned and walked out of the room.
"Follow," his single word command.

	Getting up, Rene walked behind him to the den. She breathed
deeply as she entered the room. She had not yet been allowed in here.

	He sat in a thickly padded chair. He was wearing the same
rough jeans with the two inch well worn leather belt and the blue
chambray shirt.

	"So far, have you benefited from your workshop?"

	"Yes, Master." Rene was back on her knees at his feet. As she
said, "master" she felt herself open. It was the oddest feeling.

	"Did you enjoy your last lesson?"

	"Yes, Master. Very much!" She remembered to keep her eyes
down, which seemed naturally to center her gaze on his crotch. She
still felt the sting the paddle had administered to her bottom. A
tremble went through her as she remembered her orgasm. It had come
with only the contact of his knees under her and the sting of the
paddle; and of course because he had commanded her to come.

	"You didn't thank me for it."

	"I'm sorry Master. May I make amends for it now?"

	"At once!"

	Rene crept forward. Slowly she opened the hasp on his belt.
The button on his pants gave her a little bit of a problem with him
sitting. She finally got it and unzipped his fly. Gently taking his
penis from the confines of his shorts, she very respectfully kissed it
and took it in her mouth, being very careful to avoid using her teeth.

	She moved her mouth down on his penis. The position her knees
were in forced her vagina open. She felt so odd to be so totally
exposed like that. It was more apparent when he decided to inspect
her. She also felt the evidence of her own arousal. Her bare pubes
were becoming damp from her lubrications.

	"I want to take you to a different point as you thank me." His
voice was fully commanding. "Don't stop, but you are excited doing this,
aren't you?"

	Moving her head up and down on his shaft, she tried to nod
affirmation.

	"I thought so. I want you to become even more excited. I want
you to think about how you are kneeling here, my slave, going down on
me not out of your wants as much as a result of my will.

	"That makes you feel very sexy to be used that way. You don't
need to answer. I understand. As my cock goes in an out of your mouth,
you can feel an ache in your pussy, an ache that is very much like
being probed. It feels very much the way it did last night when I put
my finger in you and gently massaged the insides of your pussy until
you came. The feeling rises and falls as my cock enters and leaves
your mouth. You can hardly stop yourself from moaning. Today, it is
not necessary that you stop yourself."

	Ranna's tongue went over the glans licking the entire shaft.
Her hands encircled the shaft and gently held his balls. She hadn't
intended it, but without any thought on her part, she found herself
moaning as she took his cock deep into her mouth.

	He was right about the ache. With each up and down movement of
her head, she found the orgasm deep within her building. As she tried
to take him especially deep, she felt it begin. The moan got louder as
she came.

	Naked, on her knees.

	At the feet of her master.

	Her lubrication beginning to coat the insides of her thighs.

	Coming, without having her sex touched.

	"Happiness is a good master," she thought, "but I don't think
Charles Schultz will be able to use it for a Peanuts book.