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<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=170 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF" background="135aa962dvldtc.jpg"> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" WIDTH="95" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP HEIGHT= 46 WIDTH="91"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="46" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="91" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <div> Yeah. </div> <div> blues switchy-side.</div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#003333" FACE="Arial" ><B> </B></FONT>     |     <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE=" "><U>home</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id63.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="cass"><U>cass</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id52.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="cass II"><U>cass II</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id45.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="I do"><U>I do</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id46.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="butterflies"><U>butterflies</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id47.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="jump"><U>jump</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id53.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="war"><U>war</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id54.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="after the tide"><U>after the tide</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id48.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Him"><U>Him</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id32.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="blind"><U>blind</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id43.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="the belt"><U>the belt</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id57.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="blues blood"><U>blue's blood</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id60.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="opening blue"><U>opening blue</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id61.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="bluesGolden"><U>bluesGolden</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id64.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Deep blue"><U>Deep blue</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id67.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="blues gag"><U>blues gag</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id69.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Deviancy"><U>Deviancy</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id66.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="release"><U>release</U></A>   |   <B>blues Cologne</B></div> <div> blues Cologne</div> <div> She buys him cologne and asks him if he'll wear it whenever he knows he will be seeing her. And if he'll let her sniff him whenever she wants to. He laughs, but agrees. </div> <bR> <div> She presents him with it, and requires him to spray some on immediately. She leans in, smelling his neck, touching his ear with her breathe. She smiles and walks away, knowing that his knees are weak. The ears are an erogenous zone for him.</div> <bR> <div> Each time he sees her he wears it. She waits several days before she leans in again, this time from behind. Her body pressed against his. She sniffs him and makes a lusty moaning sound next to his ear. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm", then whispers, "Thank you for wearing it for me"...and disappears.</div> <bR> <div> Several more days pass before she moves in again. This time, after sniffing, she asks if he'll let her kiss him. He seems flustered, but agrees. She holds his face between her hands and kisses his lips softly, lingering. This time as she moves to walk away he asks if they can see each other later. She smiles to herself as she continues walking. "Yeah. Maybe", she says, hiding the smile in her voice.</div> <bR> <div> Hours later she calls and tells him to hop into the shower. She packs a few items into a duffel and leaves, finding him with his hair still wet and shirtless, but wearing her scent when she arrives. </div> <bR> <div> She smells his neck this time and says, "Good boy", before reaching into her bag to remove a blindfold. She covers his eyes,  then reaches into her bag for her new leather cuffs. She fastens them to his wrists before connecting them together. She walks him into the double-door  separating the dining room from the kitchen. She gets out a hammer, a screwdriver and a small hook. She anchors the hook above the doorway, then attaches the cuffs to the hook, forcing him to stand with his hands above his head. She stands behind him, nibbling his earlobe. She runs her hands down his chest, over his stomach, then back up to his nipples. She pinches them while kissing his neck, eliciting soft moans from him in response.</div> <bR> <div> Her hands move away from his nipples to unbutton and unzip his trousers. She reaches her hand inside, touching him through his boxer shorts. He hardens in her hand. She strokes him through his underwear, and tells him that she wants to hurt him. His body stiffens. She moves around to stand in front of him. She removes his pants completely, helping him to step out of them. </div> <bR> <div> She kisses his lips again, her tongue tracing his full lips, teasing him with her tongue, sucking and biting his playfully. She presses herself against him, feeling his cock press against her mid-drift. She sniffs his neck once more before kneeling in front of him and pulling his boxers down to his knees. His cock springs out at her, glorious and proud in it's length and girth. She licks the head, then the shaft. She stands again and asks him if he'd like her to suck his cock. He nods his head, but she stops him and says, "I can't hear you. Yes or no?" Sheepishly, he says, "Yes". </div> <bR> <div> She stands, unhooks the cuffs, removes them from his wrists and removes the blindfold. She hands him a pair of scissors and says, "Then you will first cut and then shave the hair from your cock and balls." She dismisses him with a wave of her hand. </div> <bR> <div> When he returns he is wearing his boxer shorts again. She is lounging on the couch watching television. He stands beside her, shyly. She sits up and reaches to remove his shorts. She smiles and gives his cock an appreciate suck. He moans quietly in his throat. </div> <bR> <div> She has him kneel in front of her. She replaces the blindfold and the cuffs before standing them both up and reattaching him to the hook. She kneels in front of him once again and sucks him into her mouth. She takes all of him in immediately, feeling him deep in her throat. She sucks him vigorously until she feels him begin to stiffen more in her mouth. Then she stops. She stands, kisses him again, then goes to her bag and removes a riding crop. </div> <bR> <div> She runs the tip of it all over his body, kisses him, then thwacks his left nipple with the leather tip of the crop. He yelps. She runs her hands over his body, twisting his nipple between her fingers. She thwacks the right one and performs the same twisting, touching routine. She kisses his lips again, moaning huskily in her own throat. She is dying to have his cock inside of her. </div> <bR> <div> She walks behind him, tracing imaginary designs across his back with the riding crop. She swats one ass cheek, then the other, watching him clench them in surprise. He tries to move away from her. She stops him. "Never. Move. Away. From. Me", she says, squeezing his cheeks like a parent might a bad child they are lecturing. </div> <bR> <div> She sniffs him again, then stands back and lets fly a succession of smacks and swats to his ripe ass. She can see that he is struggling to remain still for her. She is feeling both proud and needy. She needs him so badly. Needs him to obey and hurt for her. </div> <bR> <div> She kneels once more and takes him into her mouth. Swallowing him whole, she pumps his cock with her mouth, again stopping short of his release. She stands, removes the blindfold and asks if he would like to cum. He nods. She says, "I can't hear you", so he responds with, "Yes. Please." She sits on the couch, pointing at the chair sitting across from her. He sits, attentively, looking confused. "You have two options, love", she says. "I can go home and you can go to bed without relief, or you can jerk off so I can watch." He sits and says nothing. "Stroke yourself for me", she says, "Let me see how you pleasure yourself".</div> <bR> <div> He moves beyond his embarrassment and slowly begins to touch himself. He strokes his cock, hands still bound by the cuffs. She sits back into the couch and lifts her skirt, revealing to him her shaved cunt, uncovered by panties. No hindrances. She spreads the lips of her cunt and rubs and fingers herself while he watches. He cums quickly, but she has not yet been satisfied. She notices that his cock is still hard. "Do you want to fuck me?", she asks? He tells her that he does. She tells him to clean up his cum, then he comes to her, kneeling between her legs. She lets him lick and suck her pussy for several minutes, enjoying the feel of his tongue tickling her sensitive bits. Then she stops him, kisses his lips, tasting herself on them, before she tells him to close his eyes and open his mouth. </div> <bR> <div> She pushes a cock-shaped double sided gag into his mouth. "This is how you get to fuck me", she says, smelling her cologne on him again. She grabs his head and pushes it into her snatch, the cock protruding from his mouth sliding into her pussy. She moans loudly and hisses, "Yessssss", under her breathe. He moves his head, working the cock in and out of her snatch. After a while she grabs hold of his head and fucks the cock he is wearing for her. She grinds her clit on the base of it as it slips all the way into her and she cums with a triumphant howl/hiss/moan. </div> <bR> <div> She uncuffs him, ungags him, sniffs him, then kisses him on the lips.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> â <FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" >by blue</FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>