Message-ID: <1123eli$9706022225@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: Story: Poe by Seurat (<500 words) A story for the competition; all usual disclaimers apply, i.e. don't read it if you shouldn't or if you don't like this kind of thing. Copyright (c) 1997 by Seurat Paul pressed his eye to the hole in the closet door. His view was of the main bedroom, specifically the master bed upon which his wife Joanne was currently maturbating with her favorite dildo. Paula felt his own erection strain against her latest gift; a steel chastity belt padlocked tightly under his latex french maid outfit. His arms, tied together in a single glove behind his back, had been connected to a steel hook in the closet's ceiling, leaving him tottering on his high heels. A penis gag and hood made sure that he didn't complain. The only noise he could make was to jingle the small bell that dangled between his legs, which was his form of a safeword. He otherwise couldn't move nor speak Not that he would have said anything. He enjoyed being dominated like this. He had pressured Joanne for months into dominating him showing her the internet stories and the imported magazines on femdom. She reluctantly came around to his way of thinking, her domination over him starting with housework and sex denial and then growing daily. She was opened to his suggestions, and even followed some. She even signed his slave contract, giving everything he ever had to her. Tonight he was promised something special, and his imagination was going wild. A knock on the front door snapped his wine-fogged mind back to reality. Joanne smiled at him, though she couldn't see him, and went naked to answer the door. Paul heard voices but couldn't hear words and resigned himself to waiting. What could it be? A big-cocked black man taking her anally, or maybe her lesbian lover here to feminize him? Joanne re-entered the room, this time dressed in sweat pants and a T-shirt. Behind her was a thin, gawky man Paul thought he recognized. It was Daryl, a programmer from Paul's company. Joanne turned and pulled down Daryl's pants, then pushed him back onto the bed. She immediately put her mouth on Daryl's cock and licked it until it's full five inches was hard, then engulfed the entire thing. Daryl moaned as she worked him, gasped as he came, then smiled while she licked him dry. They got off the bed, and Daryl pulled his pants back up. Paul had never liked the wimp; anybody that didn't participate in football or basketball was probably a fag, and should be beat up on a regular basis. He watched as his wife reached under the bed and pulled out their suitcases, which seemed full by the way she was handling them. Daryl picked them up and headed for the door. "Anything in the closet, hon? The dam's gates close tomorrow, and by Thursday this place will be thirty feet under. It's now or never." "No, just some old baggage from my first marriage that I think I would rather just leave behind." She turned off the light as she left the room. She smiled when she heard the bell ringing. "Goodbye, Fortunato." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /