Message-ID: <1184eli$9706032158@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: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Educating Darren, by Ms. Christine Stevenson. Part Seven. Story:- Educating Darren, by Ms. Christine Stevenson. http://www.mschristine.com Part Seven. ----------------------- Alise checked Darren's position through the spyhole before entering the room with the tray. Darren looked up from his sitting position on the edge of the bed. He had not really had enough time to try and explore the rest of the room yet. It would be a long process encumbered as he was by the heavy chains. As he saw the maid approaching, his spirits lifted a little. Not only was he starving hungry, he was hopeful of finding out a little more about what was going on. Alise put the tray on the floor about two paces in front of Darren. "Madam says you are to eat it all up, as you will need your strength for the next part of your training. I can't put it any closer, I'm afraid, Madam said not." Alise sounded genuinely apologetic, so Darren risked a question. "What the hell does she want me here for anyway? Is this some sort of game?" "Oh, no! Madam is deathly serious. Apparently you have been irritating her for some while. She feels very strongly that you do not show enough respect for the fairer sex. She also blames you for the fact that her new house is behind schedule. I am glad I am not in your shoes", said Alise, as 's/he' turned to go. "Wait!" said Darren, "Does she intend to let me go sometime?" "I am sorry, but it is more than my life is worth to answer any more questions. Madam sees and hears everything," and with that he disappeared through the door and relocked it. Darren put his mind to closing the gap between him and the food. There was a large pitcher of water and a glass on the tray but he could not tell what the food was going to be because it was under a large silver cover. One thing was for sure it must be cold because he could not make out any smells at all. He lowered himself onto the floor and edged his way towards the tray. The first thing he did was to down three glasses of cold water and despite his crawling posture he began to feel a little more human again. So much so that he began to fantasise about a nice cold chicken leg or two hiding under the lid. He was sorely disappointed however, when he lifted the silver cover to find a stale loaf of bread. Hunger quickly overtook the disappointment and he devoured it in a manner not dissimilar to that of an animal. When he had quite satiated his appetite and thirst he crawled to the bed, levered himself to something closer to a standing position and shuffled over towards the toilet. He was now desperate to relieve himself and wanted to perform at least that task in some privacy before the boss lady came back. She had been right, he would have to sit down. Just as he let himself go, with a sensation of relief, he heard her high heels approaching him and her tormenting voice say, "You seem to be managing quite well. Perhaps I have made things a little too comfortable for you. If you like I will give it a shake for you. I don't think you will be able to manage that by yourself, and I don't want a lot of messy drips all over my floor." Darren's self respect and high opinion of himself were ebbing away by the minute. He was being totally humiliated by this gorgeous woman and all he could think of was that she was going to touch him again. He had eaten and drunk but he had still not come. Inevitably his erection began to return with a vengeance. She made him rise into what passed for a standing position and when she had shaken every last drip off she began to gently rub her hand up and down the shaft, then she let her finger tips dance up and down and around. He closed his eyes and his excitement grew until he thought he was going to burst. At precisely the wrong moment for him, she stopped. End of Part seven:- ----------------------------------------------------- The DOMestic mailing list. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by david & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------- -- +--------------' 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> /