Message-ID: <1325eli$9706091247@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: <500 words: Cream by Seurat I gotta get a sig at the beginning of the post so I don't have to keep typing stuff over and over. Here goes. Here's my second story (third post) and it happens to be for Celeste's most recent competition. If you like it, please let her know (info on the contest can be found on a.s.s.m.) If you don't like it, lie and tell her you did. For some strange reason I would like to win this thing. Don't read this blah blah blah if you're under eighteen yadda yadda yadda or there is some other reason you shouldn't. You should know by now if you're mature enough to read it. Cream, by Seurat Rain patters against the evening window, and my mind drifts off again. I try to focus, to bring myself back to the real world, but the events of the past months flashed through my brain uncalled for. Expressing to my wife that I wanted her to occasionally take the lead was probably not the hardest thing I had ever done in my life; getting her to do it was. I let her know I didn't want the polygamous relationships so often expressed in stories, but that there were other things I wanted to try. She caught on quick...too quick. Weekends became hers. I revelled in serving her as a slave. Our scene was kept within the confines of our own lives; anything done outside the house was not exposed. Our sex life became varied and very satisfying. It was only a few weeks ago she introduced me to her doctor friend. I thought it was platonic, but that night I received my first dose of hormones with my dinner. At least, it was the first dose she told me about. By then, I was addicted to the piggyback drug, and she was merely upping the dose to a more suitable level. The hormones have changed my body to something a little more along her desires. The guys in the office noticed my behavioral changes, and the women thought they noticed the physical changes. It wasn't until the time at the gym that things were confirmed. Now nobody knows what to make of me. A noise snaps me back to reality. It's her, my mistress, visiting her bound slave upstairs while her friends play bridge downstairs. She has been visiting every fifteen minutes since the group got together this morning, and I'm red and raw because of it. My eyes follow her as she takes off her sun dress to reveal the white leather dom outfit beneath. Collar. Corset. Boots. The spike heeled kind. All just for me. She grins at my predicament, tied spread eagled on the bed. My body reacts involuntarily to her sexual manner, and she grasps my now sore but erect cock for the umpteenth time today. Her hand and mouth work me quickly to a gushing orgasm filling her mouth, which she spits into a mug, half filling it. Satisfied, she picks up the dress and turns to leave, but stops at the door. "Those pills really have done the job, haven't they? I'm so horny now for that eleven inches of meat; it fills me much better than that old six inches you used to have. Unfortunately, I have to get back. I just came to get some cream for Marna's coffee. Funny, the girls all seem to want cream today. I sure am glad those tennis-ball sized balls of yours hold so much delicious cum, and refill so quickly. I really must thank the doctor. See you in about another fifteen minutes for another helping!" -- +--------------' 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> /