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<DIV>I have tried to send this part 5 times now. All my other mail sends fine.
This one part gets lost in cyberspace. So I am trying Juno now to puzzle out the
why's of it all. If you happen to see this same part trickle in a few other
times, when the wandering copies finally surface, please excuse the
repetition.</DIV>
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<DIV><!--StartFragment --> **Serious fair warning. I should explain.
Although, I shy away from being explicitly graphic, my writing for this story,
may indeed be too explicit for some people. I suggestively skim across the
surface, for the most part. Intending to guide thoughts, but letting each person
complete the imagery in their own minds, trusting in their personal experiences,
imaginative intellect and intimate fantasies to enhance the experience. If I
were too graphic I would remove a dimension. That's what I personally feel porno
does and why I find it so sad and distasteful. It presents the black and white
of sex and leaves out the entire vast array of feelings, expectations,
anticipation, possibilities, soul-caressing love, and the mind-blowing
sensuality of two people immersing themselves in each other. <BR><BR>I'm still
writing more parts/chapters, because the words keep flowing, which is a unique
and novel experience. Please do remember that they are my words, which will be
on their way to a few publishers this week. Thanks to all of you who have taken
the time to encourage me on this new endeavor. I may receive only rejection
slips, but I wouldn't have had the courage to even try, if not for your kindness
& willingness to let me practice on you. <BR><BR>This next part is indeed
explicitly erotic. Delete as you wish. <BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
<BR><BR>The next morning the phone rang, waking her from a deep sleep, dreams of
him hazy in her mind as she reached for the phone. Hearing him wish her a good
morning was a wonderful surprise to begin her day. Especially after he told her
that he wouldn't be sending handwritten letters with every gift. Now that he had
her home phone number he would be calling her with instructions regarding each
new gift. Vaguely, she felt the restraints notch one degree tighter. He nudged
her to check her post office box today, because he thought she was ready for
what he had sent. <BR><BR>With some small sense of tantalizing trepidation she
approached the post office box, quivering as she inserted the key. Peeking
inside she saw the gray envelope waiting. Was she ready for this surprise? He
certainly thought so. All of his other gifts had turned out to be discerning
discoveries, about him, and even moreso, about herself. Remembering his voice on
the phone, and the smiling warmth she could feel while they talked, she opened
the envelope with poised determination. She chuckled to herself when she read
the first words he had written. "Come on, be brave, my small one. You know I
only want to bring you pleasure, because in doing so, it returns to me tenfold.
Open the other envelope I've enclosed and take your courage by the hand to lead
it where we both want to go." She smiled as she followed his instructions. It
was both electrifying and comforting to realize that he knew her so well. As she
opened up the second envelope and read what was on the paper inside, her breath
caught, and the paper fluttered to the ground. A passing gentleman picked it up
and handed it to her, asking her if she was all right. In a daze she politely
thanked him before making her way back to her car. Once again, she reread the
paper. He thought she was ready for this?!?!?!? Well, this one she would have to
ponder a bit. And she'd need to talk to him first. This would be a big step,
requiring a great measure of courage, and an even greater amount of trust.
<BR><BR>All through the day she contemplated his request. Request? No, it was a
firmly stated expectation. Hadn't she wanted a man that saw past the facade that
she wore so convincingly? Hadn't she hoped for a man strong enough to withstand
her attempts to control everything? Did she not want and need a Master, one
worthy of her submission, capable of making her worthy of his dominance? If she
called to question him, would she not be negating all that meant and had already
shared? <BR><BR>She looked in the mirror and saw the answer in her eyes, a soul
deep reflection of trust and the willingness to walk along the edge with this
man she could love. It only took a moment for her to call and let him know that
she was on her way to the appointment he had made for her. A deep sigh from him
as he told her how pleased he was to hear her voice, let her know that he too,
had been waiting for her mind to settle upon a choice they would both wish to
live with. Now was the time for him to provide further instructions. Once she
reached the parking lot where the studio was located, she was to park next to
the black & steel gray Harley Night Train motorcycle. On the black gas tank
of the motorcycle, she would see the silver silhouette of a sleek jaguar. Draped
over its seat she would find a long silky black scarf, and she was to bring that
in with her and take a sit and wait. After a few moments a smiling young woman
came over, confirmed her name and led her into a bright clean colorful room with
pictures of their specialty gracing the walls. After ensuring that she was
comfortable on the elevated stool, she was asked to remove her blouse and bra so
that they could begin. The young woman explained that in order to make the whole
procedure a bit easier on her, she would now be placed in the blindfold and her
lover would join them, since he was the one who had made the appointment and he
knew how to best calm any lingering fears. <BR><BR>As the silky black blindfold
slipped into place over her eyes, she contemplated that interesting statement.
Her lover? Since when? They hadn't even met face to face in the light of day
yet! She didn't even know what he looked like, although she certainly knew the
feel of his hands and the sound of his voice. Her lover??? Hmmmm......well, he
had indeed made love to her and brought her mind blowing pleasure during that
unforgettable full body massage. Hmmmmmmm............. <BR><BR>Yes, he was in
reality her lover, after all. While she had been having this private
conversation in her mind, he had slipped into the room. She felt his presence
and instantly became still....waiting. Her head turned to the sound of his voice
as he explained to the technician that they had decided upon a horizontal
piercing, with a 14 gauge titanium ring. She quivered in reaction to his
nearness when he nuzzled her ear from behind to whisper that he had decided upon
the larger gauge piercing because sensation and stimulation increase when larger
gauges are worn. She could hear the smile in his voice as he added, that it also
allowed for more strenuous play. While she took in that provocative remark he
raised the ante even higher by whispering that since her lovely nipples were so
delightful, he felt they would both reap the benefits. Well, that did it. She
was going to melt at his feet if he kept that up. She smiled and lifted her
hands in quiet supplication. His touch made her shiver in reaction as he placed
his hands around each of hers, trailing his fingers down the inside of each arm,
over the delicate outline of her collarbone, down the top of her breasts,
feathering a light caress over each nipple, making them harden in response,
before he placed his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest,
tucking her hands securely under his. She could feel her breasts jutting
forward, ready and willing to be pierced. The technician gently explained that
her nipples first needed to cleansed with an antiseptic wash. The cold feel of
the rubber gloves and the cleansing solution against her skin made her jump,
just a bit. His deep voice flowed into her mind when he gently whispered "Easy,
baby, easy, it's all right." as his arms tightened around her in steadfast
reassurance. She could feel her nipples harden even more from the slightly rough
abrasion of the sterile pad used to apply the numbing solution. She figured that
was prolly a good thing. Hard nipples would be easier to hold on to when the
needle passed through, wouldn't they?? Needle? Eek! She hadn't really thought
past his presence and his future plans for said nipples. Damn. It _would_ take a
needle to make the hole required for the nipple ring. As these and other
sobering thoughts tumbled through her mind she felt the tech firmly grasp her
left breast. Uh oh! She knew what that meant. <BR><BR><BR>Just as she opened her
mouth, leaned back and turned her head towards him to tell them both that she
had changed her mind and that this wasn't such a fine idea after all, he firmly
demanded that she kiss him. His mouth covered hers with a hot urgency that took
her by surprise. Their first kiss! And, oh myyyyyy what a kiss! It felt like he
was devouring her lips, and his tongue was teasing hers into willing submission.
Just as she was trying to press closer to him, her neck extended to the side,
her mouth held captive by his rapacious hunger.....she felt the needle pierce
her skin. Her small cry was lost in his mouth, and her shiver of pain was
absorbed by his strong body, his arms pressing her even closer against his
chest. Slowly he released her mouth, softly licking her lips as he moved back.
She took a deep steadying breath, trying to smile, but intensely aware that the
numbing solution was not *quite* doing its much needed job. But before she could
even insist on a solitary nipple piercing she felt the tech's hand move into
position on her right breast. Heedless of common sense and her agreement to this
procedure, she tried to struggle free of his hold on her. Her struggles proved
to be pointless because his quiet strength kept her firmly in place. All she
managed to do was to make her nipples stick all the more. In a kaleidoscope of
feeling she felt the sharp sensation of his teeth fastening onto the back of her
neck. She wasn't expecting such a primal attack on her senses. Her back arched
in helpless response and she couldn't silence the whimper that echoed around the
room as his teeth bit down harder, marking her tender skin, at the same moment
the needle was piercing her other nipple. His teeth moved back and forth, his
bite deep and well placed.
Pain....pleasure......astonishment.....confusion......primal lust....vulnerable
helplessness.....a melange of feelings kept rushing over her in waves of
intensity that left her unable to focus on any one emotion. As she tumbled back
down into the here and now, she felt his hands rubbing her belly, his tongue
licking her neck, his voice praising her and telling her how pretty were her new
nipple rings. He held her close back against his chest, patiently waiting for
her to reach a point of rational thought....... <BR><BR><BR>T... <BR><BR>B....
<BR><BR>C..... <BR><BR>........Sachet
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