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Hmmm... looks like a six part saga in the making.  Sorry.  This one doesn't
have quite the... uhm... intensity of the first part, and the third won't
either.  It's a *story* folks.  But it does have bondage and some things
some folk might find offensive.  I like the fact it has more of how Horse
thinks.  This is being forwarded for Quarterhorse, and commentary is
appreciated, flamage bit bucketted.  Quarterhorse does enjoy the positive
feedback a *lot* so please do send what you can think of.

Elektra
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    For a long while I just lay there, regaining my breathing, finding
my body again.  Morgan, after the first couple of kisses, only wiped the
tears from my eyes and held me close.   The gentleness was arousing me,
taming me after the whipping and I enjoyed the feeling of near
helplessness and placidity.  Then I heard the click of a woman's heels on
the display platform.  I opened my eyes to see a woman studying me with
frank appraisel and desire in her eyes.  Morgan watched her, with an
amused half smile.  She was slenderish, dark eyed and dark haired.  She
moved very gracefully with assurance and was dressed in jeans and a long
sleeved oxford shirt.

    She nodded to Morgan and said, "Hi."

    Morgan just looked at her and raised one eyebrown in question.
She blushed and looked down.  "My name is Lisa Rampel, and I had heard
that you and Horse give lessons for dom wannabes.  I was wondering if I
might be able to schedule a lesson with you two this evening."

    "We don't usually take on women students." Morgan said, flatly.
Lisa's face fell and seeing that, Morgan's voice softened a little.
"Besides, all lessons are scheduled through the front office, the fees are
paid to Sauron's as the club gets a percentage for upkeep of the
facilities."

    "Oh." she said, but she just stood there, looking at me.  The pure
desire in her gaze made me stir in Morgan's hold, it discomforted me and
flattered me at the same time.  Morgan looked down at me and I couldn't
hide my confusion from him.

    His eyes narrowed a little, "It's been a while, hasn't it, since
I've given you to a woman?" Both Lisa and I looked at him, startled.

    I managed to recover enough to give the required answer, "Yes,
Master."

    Morgan's gaze went back up to capture Lisa's. "What's your
experience level?"

    "I passed B2 two months ago.  I'm only into bondage," she said and
then quirked a smile, "though after your display tonight I'm thinking about
going a bit further."

    "What in the world are you asking US for lessons, then?  We're
clearly S5 and above.  A bit out of your range, aren't we?"  Morgan
sounded perplexed, even as I caught the gleam in his eye that said that he
was playing at it, playing with her.

    Instead of cringing or running away, Lisa laughed.  I started,
recognizing the laugh of the woman that had soothed me and aroused me
after the crop had been applied.  "Would it have been better to have said,
'I want him.  May I have him?' instead?"

    "If it's the truth."  Morgan looked at her.

    She looked him right back in the eye.  "O.K.  I want him.  May I
have him?"

    Involuntarily, I moved and looked up at Morgan trying to plead
with him silently.  He looked down at me and his mouth quirked in a grin,
he knows how devastating it is for me to be dominated by someone smaller,
weaker than I am.  It's also one of the reasons he gives me to women on
occassion.  I have to admit that they usually are very intense sessions as
well, perhaps in part because of my discomfort.

    "Certainly," her eyes lighted with delight, but Morgan continued,
"if you can get him on his feet.  Also, I want to watch and monitor
whatever you do to him, and you'll have to promise not to go beyond your
level of capability."

    Her eyes widened and looked at me.  The breath caught in my throat,
if I really didn't want this, all I had to do was lie still.  She was
smaller than I was, and she couldn't very well lift me, now could she?  But
I was disadvantaged by the fact that my arms were well and truly laced
behind me in cuffs that covered my forearms, holding them finger to
elbow.  Plus the welts all over my buttock and the back of my legs were
already so sore a slap would be agony.  She had full access to any part of
my body she wanted to get at.  So it wasn't so much a test of my will as a
question of her skill and ruthlessness in getting me to do what she
wanted.  I started to shiver.

    For a moment she thought about it, perhaps weighing the thought of
being watched in whatever she wanted to do with me.  Then she smiled and
nodded.  I tensed, expecting her to literally pick me up by the balls.  I
knew I was going to fight it if she did; but, instead, she came towards us
and knelt next to me.  I watched her nervously as Morgan was utterly still
beneath me.  The same, small cool hand that had run across my pain hot
flank stroked my face, turning it towards her a little.  She bent down and
with one hand cupping the back of my neck, her fingers crooked just a
little bit in my hair, she kissed me.

    She didn't kiss like a girl.  Her lips were hard on mine, knowing
what they wanted and taking my lips solidly with hers.  Her tongue stroked
the inside of my lips and then pushed steadily into my mouth as her lips
kept kneading mine.  Cool fingers stroked my throat and I opened my mouth
to hers even as my eyes closed to enjoy her kiss and touch behind the
darkness of my eyelids.  Her tongue gently stroked the inside of my mouth,
running along my teeth, and then withdrew as she applied her teeth to my
lips. The hard edges tightening against my lips were not hard enough to
truly hurt but hard enough to stir me with their gnawing.  First my upper
lip than my lower one until they felt like they were swollen with heat and
stimulation.  Then she thoroughly kissed my now hot lips again using her
teeth as well on both at the same time.  I swallowed convulsively against
her hand at my throat, and she laughed softly.