I sit on the floor underneath mistress' desk, massaging the feet she
has placed upon my lap. Mistress has such lovely soft feet. I raise her
leg slightly, then, bending down, I plant tiny kisses on each of her
sweet little toes.

Mistress is online, chatting with a few of her friends.

<missred>    What contest?

<brandi>     Check it out! Home Showcase is running it and 1'st prize
	     is 1 mill $. www.homeshow.com/surviver/

<missred>    Interesting. I'll catch you guys later.

Mistress' online name is missred on account of her luscious flowing red
hair which she often skillfully tortures me with, knowing how it turns
me on so. I feel her shift forward to handle the mouse and I hear the
clicks as she switches programs. She leans back in her chair, idly
stroking my hard cock with one foot as I pay homage to her other.

Mistress rocks forwards in her chair as she reads something she has
found interesting. Her foot painfully presses my balls against the
floor. I am sore there, since she had not allowed me to cum for five
days now. Yet I dare not show my discomfort and I continue in my
licking and sucking of her beautiful toes.

Her feet are suddenly pulled from me as she rolls her chair back.

"Slave!" she says. "Come look at this."

I move out from under her table to kneel beside her chair. I place my
hands upon her silky thighs, mindful not to let the handcuffs dig into
her skin. The shackles which are around my ankles press into me as I
settle my weight upon them, but I don't mind. I look up at the computer
screen.

	  TEN D/S COUPLES NEEDED FOR ENDURANCE TYPE CONTEST
		  FIRST PRIZE: ONE MILLION DOLLARS!

   Home Showcase is inviting Dominant / submissive couples to
   participate in a contest for an upcoming pay per view special to be
   broadcast in the near future.

   You and your submissive will join nine other couples on a small
   South Pacific island where you will face-off in challenges set up by
   the moderator of the event.

   The contest will span forty days, and during this time your
   submissive will be bound in inescapable bondage. Every three days
   challenges will be set up that you and your submissive will have to
   complete. Observers will judge the event, and points will be awarded
   for successful completion of the challenge, and for style.

   After twenty days, the five couples with the fewer number of points
   will be asked to leave the island. The remaining five couples will
   continue on in the competitions held during the remaining nineteen
   days. At the end, the couple with the most points shall be declared
   the winner.

   This contest is open to all dominance and submission couples,
   regardless of race or gender, however, preference will be given to
   couples who employ bondage in their lifestyle. Ten couples will be
   selected by the event organizers from those who apply. Please fill
   out the form below as honestly and as accurately as possible since
   any misrepresentations could result in disqualification.

Mistress would always get an evil, wicked, grin on her face whenever
she'd devise some exquisite form of torture for me. I stole a glance
at her, and found that same grin spread wide across her lips.

The rest of the page was a form to fill out with a section for mistress
and a section about me. As mistress began to type, a mixture of fear
and dread washed through me. She was going to enter us in this crazy
contest. I slid my hands upwards on her thigh to stroke the soft
insides, then more boldly, I inched a finger tentatively upwards to her
heavenly center.

Mistress was busy entering information on the entry form and she did
not react at first to my probing digit. As my finger found her soft
folds there, she parted her legs a little. I traced down the slit to
her two labia rings. When I touched them, she shifted slightly in the
chair and she opened to me. I felt her wetness beginning to grow. I
stroked a finger up, between her lips, to her little nubbin of flesh
most sensitive.

"Not now," she said, slapping at my hand. "Go make my tea, slave."

Sadly, I withdrew my hands from her, then stood up. Slowly, I left her
side. Taking short steps in my five inch hobble chain, the steel
shackles biting at my ankles with each step, I made my way towards the
kitchen to prepare my mistress' evening tea.

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