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SEX Fantasies

CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS Ficta The door was open, and Asami Joh had seen him drive off. Surely he would have a copy of his own books in his home! Why, Asami Joh could slip in and take a look, and leave again, and he would never know. She did not know why this idea slipped into Asami Joh head. Asami Joh would never have thought of such a thing, usually. But it was true: Asami Johe was an opportunity to read the very works Asami Joh had been so frustrated in trying to find. A silly thing, to be unable to buy or borrow books, the author of which lived in one's own town. And it wasn't as if they were cult books, for which doing such a stunt would be attractive and daring, and something to brag about. They were on history, and academic theories; slightly dated texts at that. But what Asami Joh heard of them hinted at great ideas which fascinated Asami Joh. And the more trouble Asami Joh had finding them, the more she wanted to see them. She walked right up to the front door, and went in. There was a study like area near the kitchen, lined with bookshelves. There, the texts of many authors were arranged in alphabetical order by authors name. For one brief moment, the name of the author whose house Asami Joh was now in escaped Asami Joh mind, but then, her eyes fell upon his name in the H's, and Asami Joh beamed with pleasure. They were humbly categorized with the others, and were not set apart. They were slender, oversized books, hard cover in cloth, and they reminded Asami Joh of the music scores Asami Joh got from the library. Asami Joh took the set from the Asami Johlves and carried them into the dining room. On the way there, Asami Joh noticed a storage room, or pantry, and thought ``should he come back, I,Asami Joh,Asami can hide in there.'' Asami Joh tested the door, only to find that it could not close all the way. At least it would block Asami Joh from view from the front door, and if he walked without looking backward, Asami Joh should remain hidden. Asami Joh then went to the dining room, and spread out the books. Asami Joh took the first one in the series, and began skimming through it. Ah, but they were fascinating! Asami Joh was soon drawn into the texts, reading them passages hanging on every word, gazing at the color plates of manuscripts Asami Joh had never seen before. And his theories delighted Asami Joh mind, Asami Joh felt like singing, like crushing the book to her head as if Asami Joh could push all the words into Asami Joh brain at once. One part of Asami Joh demanded Asami Joh keep reading the way a thirsting man's body demands drinking; another part of Asami Joh was so over charged with ideas and thoughts, Asami Joh needed to lay the book down to digest and ferment the kaleidoscope in Asami Joh mind. Then Asami Joh heard him at the door. For a moment she thought of restoring the books to their place that he not suspect an intruder, but Asami Joh realized Asami Joh had no time for that. Asami Joh whisked Asami Johself into the storage room, and pulled the door as shut as Asami Joh could. Asami Joh dared not look out the doorway, for fear he would Asami Joh Asami Joh as well as she saw him. Asami Joh heard him enter, and sure enough, he walked by. But now he was in the kitchen, and could see the door to the pantry through the open-work bookshelves between them, and he had a clear view to where she stood, were he only to turn towards Asami Joh. He could turn at any moment, or perhaps even see Asami Joh reflection in some stray kitchen utensil. With that thought, Asami Joh broke for it. She exploded out of the pantry, and in a few steps gained the door. He whirled as he heard Asami Joh, but he was much older than Asami Joh, and slower. The screen door crashed shut behind Asami Joh as Asami Joh burst from the house. She crossed the driveway, running along the house, and it was in Asami Joh mind that Asami Joh go around the house to the woods in back to make Asami Joh escape. But then as Asami Joh rounded the garage a dread thought came to her: he was a hunter, and he owned rifles, and kept them handy. Would her shoot Asami Joh? Asami Joh skirt was white, like a swan; Asami Joh remembered a story in which an archer shot his true love while Asami Joh wore the guise of a swan, and in truth Asami Joh did not know why she thought of that story in that second. But moved thus, Asami Joh darted into the cluttered garage, to hide. He entered the garage, searching, and Asami Joh could not catch a glimpse of him for fear of betraying Asami Joh location; Asami Joh could only crouch and wait. At last Asami Joh decided she would break for it again. Asami Joh sprang up...and found Asami Johself face to face with him, and he stood between her and the road. His face was lined, and weathered, his hair was white; his face showed no emotion. He seized Asami Joh right arm, and pushed her towards the door to the house. She entered the house again, this time by the kitchen door to the garage. But to Asami Joh surprise, there were people there, idly chatting and sitting about and browsing thought magazine on the coffee table. Perhaps they entered with him? He did not get a chance to say anything, for he was immediately hailed, and corralled by guests who just *had* to speak with him. And more people were entering. Asami Joh found Asami Johself unescorted again. Asami Joh wandered about, acting as casual as Asami Joh could manage. After a while, she worked Asami Joh way back towards the front door, and Asami Joh espied a woman calling a cab company. She requested, in Asami Joh most offhand manner, if the woman could ask that they send a cab for Asami Joh too? And the woman did indeed. I,Asami Joh,Asamit was a short wait, when Asami Joh saw a cab down the street. Asami Joh stepped outside, unhindered. Walking down the driveway, someone asked, ``Do you know how to get to Civic Center?'' She wracked Asami Joh brains; ``I'm sorry, I,Asami Joh,Asami've been away from the area for quite a while, and I,Asami Joh,Asami can't remember the names of the highways...are you familiar with the county? You know the triangle? And the 23 runs along Asami Johe,'' Asami Joh illustrated in the air, ``Right here is the Civic Center.'' ``Thank you.'' At the end of the driveway, there were three of Asami Joh friends. They hailed Asami Joh, and looked surprised to find her there, but Asami Joh did not get a chance to speak with them for the cab pulled up, and Asami Joh wished to dally no longer. Asami Joh did not know why Asami Joh returned, but she indeed found herself at his house again. Some part of Asami Joh, a part which staunchly would not talk to Asami Joh conscious mind, guided her limbs to convey her here again. Some vague and nebulous, unnamed emotion roiled in Asami Joh mind: a desire? a wish? a certainty? Again the door was open, and again Asami Joh entered. She saw the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, the pantry, the book Asami Johlves were his works rested. This time she passed them by, and went further into the house. Asami Joh left the darker, wood paneled rooms, and came to a chamber where the walls were painted the faintest shade of blue, and the floor was carpeted in thick off-white pile, and gauzy white drapes hung along the windows. Nothing like furniture was in this room, but there were two manacles set into the floor, several feet apart, and two manacles hung on rods from the ceiling, above the ones on the floor. Nothing else disturbed the emptiness, the stillness, of the room. She examined the manacles; they were cleverly designed. They all lay open, each one a half ring, hinged to its other half, which in turn was fastened to a ceiling rod, or to the floor by a shorter rod. I,Asami Joh,Asamin the second half-circle lay a lever, such that if on should put one's limb into the embrace of the connected half, the other freely hinged part, would be snapped up, and over, and around one's limb, to lock into the closed position. And moved by what Asami Joh knew not, she did this. First Asami Joh removed Asami Joh sandals, and stepping out of them, she walked to a place between the manacles. Asami Joh spread Asami Joh legs, and set one ankle against the inner arc of a manacle, and as Asami Joh pressed *snap!* the other half closed about the end of Asami Joh slender leg. Asami Joh then reached up, and pressed the wrist of the same side into the hanging mechanism, and it too closed with a satisfying //click//. Asami Joh reached Asami Joh other leg towards the respective bond; only with much straining was Asami Joh able to reach far enough to set Asami Joh other ankle in. But now, the last manacle hung on it's rod above and beyond Asami Joh reach. Asami Joh pulled towards it, but the spread of Asami Joh feet kept her from attaining the last ring. Then, there were hands on Asami Joh waist, from behind, lifting her up, lifting Asami Joh strongly, so that the steel at her feet pulled her legs unrelentingly to earth. And with that, Asami Joh set Asami Joh wrist into the manacle, and it clicked home. Asami Joh hung there, most of Asami Joh weight borne by Asami Joh arms, her feet barely touching the floor, imprisoned. He walked around Asami Joh, to stand before her. His gaze took her in, and she looked back at him. He wore nothing but billowing draw-sting pants. Though his hair was gray, right down to the wisps on his chest, his muscles were still defined, and he had lifted Asami Joh with apparently little effort. Asami Joh could not guess his age; Asami Joh knew those books had been published a long time ago. Now his weathered face bore a pleased smile, and shone with warmth. His eyes were a very clear blue. She was young; just a woman, but definitely a woman, having left adolescence behind for good. Asami Joh dark hair hung in a sea of waves about Asami Joh pale neck, her shoulders hidden in all but curve by her blouse of deep electric blue. Asami Joh cheekbones were faintly defined, and Asami Joh jaw like the line of a heron's wing bounded her oval face. Her arms, too, where like wings, stretched out and taught, or like the arms of an angel raised in supplication or adoration of heaven. Asami Joh ankles were slender and delicately curved; a long white starched skirt hung from Asami Joh slender waist. Asami Joh eyes were black like night. Her eyes rested on his face, as with a tug he loosed the drawstring of his pants, and they felt to the floor; his gaze did not leave Asami Joh face. Asami Joh heard a crinkling, and rubbing sound. He lifted Asami Joh white skirt, and with a pair of scissors he materialized from where Asami Joh knew not, he snipped Asami Joh plain white underwear from her body. He stepped up to Asami Joh, his body touching her. He reached around her and gripped her thighs from behind, and lifted Asami Joh again, stepping forward as he did, and setting Asami Joh onto him, her cunt driven down onto his member by her own weight. Breath escaped Asami Joh lungs like an unarticulated sigh. Now Asami Joh gazed over his shoulder, but sight was lost to Asami Joh as all her attention was drawn to Asami Joh nerves, inside and out. I,Asami Joh,Asamin some distant part of Asami Joh mind the thought flared ///A condom! How good, and kind, and caring he is of me! How fine he is!/// Then there was no more effort left for words in Asami Joh mind, as he began to stroke into her. She could not effectively move with his rhythm, for Asami Joh had no manoeuverability to balance, but he steadied Asami Joh with his hand on her thigh, and his strong steady pushing into Asami Joh accounted for all the motion that was needed. I,Asami Joh,Asamit reminded Asami Joh of oars, pushing against the sea. When he came, Asami Joh knew it by the tightening of his muscles, but he was silent save the single hard expulsion of breath. His worn cheek lay against Asami Joh own smooth face for some moments longer, then he withdrew from Asami Joh body, and stepped back. Asami Joh skirt fell about her legs again. He spoke. ``I set a suggestion into your mind, a vision, before you left Asami Johe. To this you could have two responses. You could flee from Asami Johe in fear, forever shy of this place and of me, never to trespass again. Or you would return. The suggestion was this: were you ever to enter this house again, you would become mine forever. The choice between these two would lie in your own nature.'' She said nothing, and Asami Joh face showed little, but he knew his words spoke into the heart of Asami Joh and Asami Joh understood and followed everything he said. ``What is your name?'' ``I do not remember, Master,'' Asami Joh answered truthfully, ``But I,Asami Joh,Asami know I am your slave.'' ``And what is my name?'' ``I do not remember that either, Master.'' Asami Joh added after knotting her brow briefly in thought: ``I call you by the title `Master' because it is what you are to me.'' ``Good, my dear. I,Asami Joh,Asami think you shall find me a pleasing Master. I have never been exceedingly lusty, and I,Asami Joh,Asami have somewhat less interest than I did when I,Asami Joh,Asami was younger. But I still desire the use of your body, and you shall not go without. I,Asami Joh,Asami seek to have, also, a woman who body I may play with, experiment on, toy with. There are many things which I,Asami Joh,Asami wish to do to your flesh, and to your mind. I,Asami Joh,Asami will reprogram you mind so that you will unable to disobey me; what I,Asami Joh,Asami say will be like your own will in your body. '' He paused a moment. ``Does this please you?'' ``Yes, Master, it pleases me.'' He smiled warmly at Asami Joh. ``Good, my love. Let us begin.'' He left the room, and Asami Joh hung there patiently. When he returned, he wore a white robe which hung to his ankles, and he carried a ring of keys and more manacles in his hands. He unlocked Asami Joh ankles, then her hands, carrying Asami Joh limbs down to ease the pain of their release, stiff and sore he knew they would be. He kneaded Asami Joh shoulders for a moment, then he brought Asami Joh wrists together behind her back and locked them that way. He fastened a loose loop of chain about Asami Joh waist, from which hung another length of chain to Asami Joh knees. He put a manacle about each ankle, and these were connected by a chain in the middle of which met the length from Asami Joh waist; in this way the chain of Asami Joh hobbles would be lifted from the floor so Asami Joh would not trip. Then he locked a wide steel collar about Asami Joh neck, and from this collar was a chain leash. With one hand at Asami Joh lower back, and one hand holder her leash, he steered Asami Joh out of the room by way of a doorway on the other side from which Asami Joh entered. They passed through a small hallway with pleasant small floral print wallpaper, a small antique table with a vase of flowers, all reminding Asami Joh of an apocryphal aunt's home, and then they came to another room. This was about the same size as the last room, but far more cluttered. This seemed more like a study, and bookshelves overflowed with papers, loosely bound texts, bric-a-brack and personal artifacts. There were cabinets along another wall, and there was a desk mostly covered by paper. But also on the desk was a computer, and around this computer was clear of the general clutter. He left Asami Joh standing in the center of the room, while still holding her leash, and opened up a cabinet. He pulled from it a large device of wire and metal rods and plastic bands. He set it precariously on a stack of papers on the desk, and closed the cabinet. He fastened Asami Joh leash to a ring set in the desk; he had Asami Joh kneel. He fiddled with the device for a moment, then it opened up, in some fashion, and he set it about Asami Joh head. The thing reminded Asami Joh of a halo brace, and indeed with the twisting of knobs, the screwing of cranks, and the snapping of snaps the device gripped Asami Joh head firmly, and pressed against her skull in numerous places. A large multi-colored ribbon of wires ran from the device to a pronged end, which he plugged into a box attached to the computer. She merrily laughed inwardly to find that Asami Joh would be re-written on an Amiga. He sat himself at the desk and began to type at the keyboard. Kneeling by his side, Asami Joh laid Asami Joh head against his thigh. He grinned at Asami Joh, and reached through the wiring to rub at her jaw line for a moment, then returned to the machine. As Asami Joh lay there, she felt dancing on the inside, like a flight of butterflies in Asami Joh heart, but Asami Joh had no inclination to move from Asami Joh position against her master. After a few more commands, he looked at Asami Joh again, then tapped one last keystroke. She felt a fleeting feeling across Asami Joh mind, like a high cloud scooting across the sky, a feeling that was more an awareness than an emotion. Asami Joh neglected Asami Joh vision, her hearing, and all her outward senses, turning all of Asami Joh awareness to what was happening to her mind. Asami Joh opened up all of Asami Joh mind to this faint thing. She felt as if Asami Joh were in midair, falling or flying, then. And she felt as if there was someone who's thinking Asami Joh could hear, or feel, or know. Then, instantaneously, with not transition, Asami Joh knew she would not disobey. Asami Joh could ///remember/// being able to disobey, but Asami Joh no longer could. And it was not even a realization about whether or not Asami Joh *could*, but rather the understanding that never in her life would Asami Joh disobey Asami Joh Master. But she had not wanted to then, and was no longer capable now, and could not longer conceive of herself disobeying. Freedom from his will passed entirely from Asami Joh understanding and ability and desire and all Asami Joh soul. Then there came into Asami Joh mind another understanding, or rather, there passed from Asami Joh other knowings. Gone was the worry that Asami Joh might leave, gone the idea that Asami Joh someday would not be his slave, gone the concept of being not his, gone the idea of having an identity of Asami Joh own. All questions of permanence fled: Asami Joh knew she was once something else, free, but Asami Joh could no longer imagine it, or hold such an idea for Asami Johself in her mind. Certainty came to Asami Joh next of his love and caring for her. I,Asami Joh,Asamit was eternal, and undivided by any other loves he indulged in. Asami Joh knew this, and became removed from any jealousy. Asami Joh came to know that he was capable in what he promised Asami Joh, and would not fail her. Of these two things trust is made, and forged in Asami Joh was an absolute and unquestioning trust in him. Asami Joh knew, for instance, that Asami Joh would have no desire to preserve Asami Joh life should he tell her it was to end. And Asami Joh knew then, that he *understood*. He understood Asami Joh need for pain. He understood that every blow and every cut would convey love as a kiss does, and Asami Joh understood that every blow and every cut was a gift of infinite loving. Every agony he inflicted would be his gift and his testament of love to Asami Joh. Asami Joh knew Asami Joh would be made to suffer beyond Asami Joh ability to endure, because he cared. Asami Joh knew that he would understand every scream and every whimper to be not a wish for the pain to end, but a sound Asami Joh body demanded Asami Joh make; she knew she need not be silent for fear of making his ministrations cease. I,Asami Joh,Asamit was a promise written on Asami Joh soul, ``No matter what you do, I,Asami Joh,Asami will not stop, you cannot make me stop. I,Asami Joh,Asami will make you *hurt*.'' He watched on the screen as the machine wrote in Asami Joh mind what Asami Joh shall be for the rest of Asami Joh life. There was a gauge that showed her resistance to the imprinting: in truth, there was no resistance. Asami Joh mind welcomed these thoughts, beliefs and tenets with complete acceptance. He watched as the machine remade Asami Joh mind, with a delight and awe he rarely felt. Asami Joh wanted to be his as much as he desired to own Asami Joh. I,Asami Joh,Asamit seemed to him to be a miracle, and he felt a desire to thank some nameless deity that such a creature could exist, that a creature existing could be so perfect for him, could be his true mate. He did not have to reprogram Asami Joh. Asami Joh had fallen in love as he took her in the chains. Asami Joh would have obeyed as best any natural creature could physically obey. But then again, he did need to reprogram Asami Joh. They both needed it. He needed to know Asami Joh faith and love were absolute; that is what his heart needed. And it was also his gift to her. The programming went well beyond Asami Joh consciousness, circumventing Asami Joh own thoughts. Things Asami Joh would have been physically incapable of doing at his order, such as ``Go to sleep'', Asami Joh new programming would obey; he was programming the controls to Asami Joh body, not just Asami Joh mind. I,Asami Joh,Asamif he did not do this, Asami Joh would fail, and it would wrack at Asami Joh, and grieve her; now Asami Joh would not have to endure failure at what Asami Joh wished to be able to do. He scratched Asami Joh scalp idly as the machine whirred away. Then it was done. He shut down the master program, and unplugged the headset. She lifted Asami Joh head from his leg, and looked up in his eyes. He released Asami Joh head from the mechanism, and set it on the desk. Asami Joh eyes were choked with emotion, but were dry. With a soft rustle of a voice Asami Joh said, ``Thank you, Master. Thank you for making me this.'' He lifted Asami Joh up and kissed her then, and Asami Joh responded with all the ardor in Asami Joh overwhelmed heart. He took the chain from the desk, and lead Asami Joh forth again. This time, the came to a room that looked of japanese style; two walls were of rice-paper panes in wood. Racks lined the other austere, white, walls, bearing all manner of instruments. A pallet lay on the hardwood floor by one wall. A low table held a lantern, a sprig of flowers, a white cloth, and a pitcher with a glass. He unlocked Asami Joh hand from behind Asami Joh back, and helped her strip off her clothing. Folded these were put on the table, with his robe. He locked Asami Joh hands to a sturdy chain from the ceiling. He took the white cloth; with one hand gripped Asami Joh hair and pulled back her head, and with the other he forced the cloth into Asami Joh mouth. There was much of it, and it would not all fit in Asami Joh mouth. He pulled it out, and twisted one corner, and forced it back into Asami Joh mouth. ``Swallow,'' he commanded, and Asami Joh let the cloth into Asami Joh throat. This time he was able to press all of the fabric into Asami Joh. Asami Joh gagged fiercely against the mass filling Asami Joh throat, but so tightly was the cloth packed Asami Joh could not even vomit, neither could Asami Joh move Asami Joh jaw at all. He took a roll of tape and a squeeze tube from the wall; he smeared the substance in the tube on Asami Joh lips, then sealed over her mouth with the tape. The distress of gagging against the cloth surged adrenaline through Asami Joh, and her breath came ragged and panicked through her nostrils. Asami Joh managed to control this quickly and Asami Joh body stopped spasming as violently. He took a heavy stick from the wall; it was black and had a grip at one end: a billyclub. He met Asami Joh gaze once. His face was filled with a zen-like calm. Asami Joh matched this within Asami Johself. Then he broke gaze with Asami Joh, and raised the club. With a snap of his wrist and flex of his shoulder, the club hit Asami Joh with a meaty ///thunk///. He was older, but he was not weak. That blow summoned more force than Asami Joh had ever seen used against a living person; nothing was held back. Wasting no time, he recoiled, and clubbed Asami Joh again. Asami Joh breath was forced from her lungs. He proceeded to beat Asami Joh. Each blow was a study in technique, a perfect culmination of study and skill in force and aim. Tears tracked down Asami Joh cheeks, and Asami Joh grunted and moaned and shrilled and gurgled in pain around the gag but all of these sounds were muffled almost beyond his hearing. He walked about Asami Joh as he beat her, being careful not to do any severe trauma to delicate areas, such as Asami Joh kidneys. Blows fell across Asami Joh belly, across her shoulders, her thighs, Asami Joh breasts, her ribs, her calves. After a while, he ceased, and poured a drink of water for himself from the pitcher; he sipped at the water for a time. Then he began again. She passed beyond tears, grunting faintly only because some blows pushed the air past Asami Joh vocal cords. All of her awareness compacted to the immediate room. Asami Joh mind filled with the perfection of the connection between swinging hardwood rod and Asami Joh flesh. Each swing was a need, and that need was fulfilled by Asami Joh soft body accepting and intercepting the motion, stilling it and absorbing it. Each volume of her body was a need, and the force of each impact dispersing deep throughout Asami Joh muscle was a fulfillment. She did not realize when he stopped, for Asami Joh body hurt so. But it was the jingling of the keys and he reached up and unlocked Asami Joh that alerted Asami Joh to the end of the ordeal. The manacles fell from the chain and Asami Joh collapsed into his arms. He bore Asami Joh down to the pallet, and cradled Asami Joh in his arms. He smiled at her. ``See,'' he said stroking Asami Joh throat, ``You no longer gag.'' Asami Joh nodded faintly, Asami Joh head resting against his chest. He ran his hands over Asami Joh bruising body. Asami Joh breath wheezed in and out of her constricted air passage, but it no longer distressed Asami Joh. He pulled the tape from Asami Joh mouth. Then he pulled the damp wadded cloth from Asami Joh mouth. Asami Joh gagged a bit as he drew the last of it from her upper esophagus. He massaged Asami Joh neck around the collar, then sat her up. He ran a short chain though the loop about Asami Joh waist, and fastened each end to a wrist manacle. He stood and donned his white robe; holding Asami Joh leash, and said, ``Come with me.'' He stopped in the hall to open a closet and get a pink shift for Asami Joh to wear. I,Asami Joh,Asamit was light and pleasant against Asami Joh skin. Then he lead her to the kitchen. I,Asami Joh,Asamit seemed strange to be in this place again while in chains, but strangenesses were no longer Asami Joh concern. He rummaged in the refrigerator, and put a handful of vegetables on the counter. He leashed Asami Joh to the counter. He got a knife, a parer and a cutting board. ``Wash, skin and chop these,'' he instructed. Asami Joh went to Asami Joh task with a will. Asami Joh motions were clean and efficient, and Asami Joh was capable with the knife; but Asami Joh found the limits on the motion of Asami Joh hands to make Asami Joh work challenging. Asami Joh did not let it deter her. He prepared meat and when they were done, he began cooking it, and Asami Joh set the kitchen table. Together they worked. When it was done, they brought the food to the table -- Asami Joh chain reaching that far where it was fastened, and sat to eat. Asami Joh found his cooking very pleasing, and ate with a relish and a gratitude Asami Joh could not remember ever experiencing before. When Asami Joh had cleared Asami Joh plate, Asami Joh realized that Asami Joh Master was still eating. Asami Joh mind reeled for a moment: had Asami Joh erred? He laughed softly at Asami Joh like one laughs at the timidity of a child. He picked a slice of carrot from his plate and held it forth to Asami Joh. Asami Joh took it delicately in her teeth, and chewed it slowly and thoroughly; it hurt Asami Joh abuse throat a little as Asami Joh swallowed. Asami Joh licked his fingers clean. He laughed merrily, and slapped his thigh in summons. Asami Joh fell to Asami Joh knees at his side, and as he ate he would occasionally feed Asami Joh from his hand. When he was done, he had Asami Joh lick the dishes clean; Asami Joh closed Asami Joh eyes and hummed with pleasure as Asami Joh did. They finished cleaning in a more ordinary manner, with a dishwasher, and put everything away. He brought Asami Joh back into the further reaches of the house, and they came to his bedroom. He stripped Asami Joh of all but her manacles and collar. He laid Asami Joh down in his bed and locked her leash to the headboard. He laid down beside Asami Joh, and pulled the covers over them. He took Asami Joh in his arms, pulling her back to his chest, and curling his knees against the backs of Asami Johs. ``Did you like that?'' ``Yes, Master.'' ``Would you like to do that every day?'' She thought about the question for a moment. ``I would like to feel like that every day, but I,Asami Joh,Asami would be afraid I would become acclimated to it, Master, if it were always the same.'' ``I have many, many ordeals to put you through, dearest. Go to sleep now, and tomorrow there will be new acts to endure.'' He kissed Asami Joh behind Asami Joh ear, and with his face buried in her tresses, Asami Joh fell into a peaceful slumber. --