A little over eleven years ago, I joined a mailing list. Soon after, a thread on the list began which discussed people's names, how they were often punned on, particularly if used in a song. One of those people was the eponymous Tamara of this story, and after hearing the song they were discussing, got an idea for a story. I asked her permission to write and publish that story, which she granted.
I published it to alt.sex.stories.moderated with no title, having a 'competition' of sorts to see if anyone could guess the title, which is a Vile Pun. I forget now who won, but it was a fun thing for myself, and for Tamara herself. In months we had met, in a little over a year (just over 10 years ago now) she moved in with me, and we have been together since.
Thank you Tam, for all those years of inspiring me and being a perfect partner in my life.
Tamara Never CumsMF Mdom bdsm Vile Puns
The music started again, and she knew it was going to start all
Tamara sighed as small jets of cool air blew over her, drying the
sweat off her exposed skin, breasts and thighs. The mechanical
jets paid special attention to the wrist and ankle cuffs as well
as the leather corset that she wore. He didn't want them to
become too wet. He'd told her why, but now, after hours in the
machine, she couldn't remember.
The jets moved and focused in on her breasts and crotch. First
blowing a general, easy air; then focusing much more strongly.
Her nipples hardened under their ministrations. Then the one at
her crotch began to blow on her clit, sending pulses of pleasure
through her whole body.
The chains tightened as she writhed against them.