YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/ambers&m.txt

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ambers&m.txt

May 25, 1990

I must tell some one the story of my encounter with Amber.  That's right, the
same Amber who posed for Nick, Roy and I just a week ago. (see AMBER001.GIF)
This red haired wench really got to me, so I thought I'd keep in touch with
her.  I called her Friday and she agreed that we would meet the following
Thursday, last night.  We said we would talk on Monday or Tuesday and confirm
things.

I kept remembering how beautiful she looked as she stood in that dressing
gown.  How she crooned when I used the vibrator on her hard clit.  How she
took all of Nick's cumm into her mouth and would not release his cock until
she had sucked him dry.

I remembered the sweet taste of her as she sat on my face as Angle sucked me
off.  I can still hear her soft moans as she reached for satisfaction.  She
was so beautiful and full of charm.

She wanted to ask me some questions concerning her business and we were to
meet for lunch on Wednesday.  I never went to work, instead I went to the
hardware store and bought two chains, one 10 feet long and one 15 feet long.
The both had quick clips on each end.  Last Friday, after she had told me she
was an S&M slave, I purchased a leather necklace, leather ankle straps and a
pair of hand cuffs.

I carefully cut the link on the hand cuffs and attached "D" rings from an old
saddle.  I was ready for Amber, I thought.

I arrived at her building at 10:05 and called from my car phone.  I got the
damn answering machine.  I decided to wait all day if I had to.  As I waited
my anger grew.  She arrived with a handsome man in a black sports car about
11:00.  I gave her time to get in and called.  She answered the phone in
tears.  They had just broken off a 15 month affair.  She was a wreck, all
tears and messy make up.

I demanded that she come right down and while I waited, I hooked the chain to
the seat belt anchor.  When she got into the car, I reached across, grabbed a
handfull of her red hair, and as she screamed, I buckeled the leather around
her neck and hooked the chain, holding her in the seat.

We drove around like this for two hours while she told her tale of suffering
at his hands.  Finally, I brought her to my place.  I held tightly to the
chain as she walked with her head down in front of me.  As she walked, her
slender legs flashed under her short yellow skirt.  Once we were inside, I
released her and let her wash herself.

We stripped off our outer garments and crawled into bed as I comforted her
through her anguish.  As the day wore on and she failed to gain composure, I
took control.  Finally, I could stand no more of her wailing.  She was on her
back.  I grabbed her ankles and lifted them high over my head raising her tiny
ass into the air.  I slapped her, on the ass, just catching the edge of her
pussy.  Again and again I hit her until she was quite, gasping for breath,
unable to scream any more.  I let her down, rolled her over, and gently licked
the red marks left by my brutal hand, as she drifted off into a peaceful
sleep.......When she woke at 8:00, I took her home and we planned to meet the
next day at four.

Finally, the promised Thursday had arrived.  I was there at five to four but
waited until five after to call.  No need to let her know how anxious I was.
When she came down, I gave her the dozen red roses I had.  While she went
upstairs to put hem into water, I checked all my toys to assure that I was
ready.  We went and had lobster and crab legs with white wine.  By 9:00 we
were in a two room suite at a nearby motel.

We talked and laughed and worked on her business plan until two in the
morning, we undressed and nestled like spoons as she went to sleep.  Once I
was sure she would not hear,  I opened my bag and began to prepare for her
domination.  I ran both chains under the king size bed.  The short chain under
the foot of the bed, firmly wrapped around the legs.  The long chain went to
the top of the bed. The ankle straps were placed on the night stand with her
necklace.

I waited, dozed, and awake.  Finally at 6:30 she stired and went to the
bathroom.  She pissed hard and long, that was good, because it would be quite
a while before she got another chance.  When she returned, I rolled her on her
face and began to give her a back rub. I gently fastened the leather around
her neck, all the while squeezing and pinching the firm cheeks of her ass.
Quickly I put a hand cuff on each wrist, ran the chains through the rings and
fastened the ends, one to the loop at each side of her neck.  She could not
turn over, she was held to the center of the bed and could only slide her
hands along the chain that held her there.

Now I began to slap her ass with my hand.  I wanted to punish her for all of
her wrongs.  I wanted her to beg me to hit her more to punish her for how bad
she had been.  I pinched each buttock into a ball and hit it as hard as I
could.  Then I got my belt and began to drag it along her spine from her neck
to the crack of her ass.  She knew what it was and begged me to master her,
to earn her slavery. Slowly at first, gently at first, I struck her ass and
legs with the belt.  Amber screamed for forgiveness and begged for more.  I
struck her again and again raising angry red marks as testimonial to her
punishment.

Still she wanted more.  I bound and chained her legs, split to edges of that
king sized bed.  Her legs were wide open, her ass and pussy exposed to my
attacks.  I held back her punishment.  I licked her feet, the backs of her
knees, the flesh at the base of her neck. When she did not respond as I
wished, I slapped her on the hot red ass.  Finally the slave asked to please
the master.  Her will was mine.  I pushed my yet soft cock into her mouth and
struck her for not making it hard yet.  She worked hard and fast and soon was
gulping for air as I gave her no escape from ten inches of rock hard cock.
When her face was wet with tears, I withdrew.  I then flogged her ass with my
hard on until I could no longer stand the sting.  I forced the pillow under
her bush and and mounted her in one angry thrust as deep as I could go.  She
screamed and and begged to escape and still I pushed deeper.   Again and again
I repeated her conquest.  Pulling all the way out and plunging in until my
legs hurt from the strain.  He pussy juices flowed in great gushes and her
submission become complete.  She pleaded for release.  To be fucked to
satisfaction.  Not yet!

I pulled out and ignored her words.  I spread her ass cheeks wide and licked
her anus.  I wet her some, and rubbed her pussy juice on the angry head of my
cock.  She know what was next and tried to escape.  No slave escapes a real
master.  I held her fast as I aimed my ram into the tight, unfamiliar hole.  I
pushed and she resisted. I smacked her ass again and again and finally she
could resist no more and I was instantly five inches into her ass.  She
screamed in pain and still I pushed deeper until I could feel her ass against
my balls.  Very slowly I moved in and out just half an inch.  Never giving her
rest.  I kept this up for ten minutes and she began to ask me to hurt her by
fucking her ass hard.  Each thrust became longer and more violent than the
last until I was fucking her ass so hard she was cumming.. He pussy was
washing my balls as I ravaged her tiny ass hole.  As she quaked to climax I
pulled free.

I berated my slave as my cock was still full and she was staisfied. This could
not be.  She begged to serve me and I gave her my cock to lick and clean.  She
pulled me into her mouth and fucked me with her face.  Thrusting her head as
far as the chains would permit.  Faster and harder she sucked until I could
deny her no more and the juice exploded from my cock into her hungry mouth.
She licked and sucked and gulped and pulled until I was drained.  I fell to
the floor and and went to sleep.  When I awoke she asked to be held.  I
released her chains, held her close and she told me of her love for me.

That's the way it happens in the Windy City.