Message-ID: <3844eli$9709081057@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - NEW Mortgage 6/10 (nc, m/f, f/f, bd) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5utnr5$2s3$9@eros.clara.net> *************************************************************************** Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else, know). I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. Bye for now. Anakha http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html **************************************************************************** Subject: NEW Mortgage 6/10 (nc, m/f, f/f, bd) From: an225040@anon.penet.fi (marlissa) Date: Sun, 23 Jul 1995 14:34:07 UTC Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories The following story contains adult material. If below the age of 18, go outside, get some fresh air and do something healthy (g). If you ARE 18, then you should know the following story is about a young woman who is forced into non-consensual sex, public humiliation, and b&d, in both m/f and f/f situations. Both the characters and occurrences in this fiction are completely fictitious. The Mortgage- PART SIX, by Marlissa She was there waiting for him when he entered his office at eight thirty seven. The coffee, still steaming, was waiting for him, welcoming him to a new day at the bank. Beside his desk, his new secretary waited patiently, holding a small note pad and pencil, ready for any task he gave her. She had taken instruction well-- a good sign so early on. The pink tank top ended midriff, displaying her flat pale tummy. He made a mental note to have her go to a tanning salon on a regular basis-- he liked a healthy golden glow. Underneath her small pert breasts stretched the material a bit more than yesterday. The bandaid sized black spandex miniskirt hugged her slim hips jealously though inadequate to the job of hiding her charms. Bending over for Amy would be quite a dilemma in that skirt. He guessed the patterned black stockings were thigh-highs, the rose pattern creeping naughtily up between her coltish legs, promising, promising to give up all her secrets underneath... He nodded at the now mandatory black high heels, a cheap open toed black patent leather pair that revealed her newly painted red toenails. The rest of Amy was transformed too. The prim mousy young housewife from the previous day was gone. The straight brown hair that had hung midway down her back was now curled, teased wildly and heavily sprayed. Wild tresses framed the face, spilling and shaking enticingly with every spare motion. The eyeshadow was blue, the "Ivory fresh" look replaced by lots of blush, foundation and penciling. It would take her an hour and a half every morning just to get ready for work, he thought. The lips were brightly painted with a fire engine red lipstick, which matched the nail polish she now wore. Cheap plastic bangles clattered gently now whenever she moved her wrist. The gold hoops were enhanced by the plastic red heart-shaped post studs she now wore. Baines winced, uncharacteristically, at the thought of a triple piercing. The coup de grace were the items she didn't wear today-- her engagement ring and wedding band. Amy looked like she might have just come from a meatmarket pick- up bar or some sleazy discotheque, on a man prowl. "Good morning, Amy. You look very pretty today." He made pretty sound like a dirty word. "Good morning Mr. Baines! Thank you VERY much Mr. Baines," she gushed. The smile was pure 100% bedtime for bimbo. He took his seat, while she remained standing, waiting. "Did you talk with Wendell? I heard he's starting his new job tonight." She bobbed her head. "Yes, Sir. He wanted to make an appointment with you today to thank you for him...and me." "Keep him waiting. Maybe I can spare a minute after lunch. Say, he didn't have much luck with the Unemployment office, did he?" Baines chided her. The synthetic lusciousness of Amy's smile dimmed for a millisecond. "Sir?" "I know he kept trying to get another job and keep his unemployment coming in. But the law states that when you are offered a job, you have to take it--- otherwise you forfeit your unemployment. I let the state office know that, because I wouldn't want Wendell to miss out on such a good opportunity." Amy's eyes were well-deep now. At the bottom of the well was animal fear of him, fear that he had known about Wendell's stubbornness to taking the menial job Baines had set up for him. If he could know about that, then he would know... "Did you two make love last night like I told you too? Like two little fuck bunnies I bet." Baines sneered. Amy nodded brightly. "Yes, Sir, we did." The memory of their lovemaking was painful. Why was she crying, Wendell asked. We're so lucky-- we're going to keep our home! her husband had tried to cheer her. She had said she was just so, very, very happy. That was why she was crying. Thank God Wendell had left early for his human resources paperwork meeting at the factory and wasn't there when Mr. Baines had called. But of course, Mr. Baines KNEW Wendell would be gone by then. Baines took it in amused stride. "That's good. From now on, I won't allow it very often. After I called you this morning, did you douche?" "Oh yes, Mr. Baines! At once, just like you told me to, Sir!" "Good girl. And you did like I told you, Amy?" It was hard to keep her smile plastered on her face. It was slipping now, the humiliation burning and building. "Y-yes, Mr. Baines, I did. J-just like you told me Sir." Her face was blushing hotter than her blush now. Baines sipped his coffee. "Good. Show me, then Amy." He leaned back in his chair to enjoy the show. Quaking, she set the notepad down and put her hands on the midriff trim of the tight pink top. Jerkily she pulled it up and over her head. Looking up, she assumed the lingerie model smile and thrust her chest out, hesitating only a second. Her breasts were lovingly cupped by a milky white brassiere, nuzzled by the confection of styled lace and unseen wiring which gave her small bosom a curvy boost. Between the bra cups was a darling bright red rosette, the thin shoulder straps similar decorated where they met the top of the cups. It was a romantic garment, not meant for everyday occasions. Baines nodded wordlessly. Amy unzipped the tight miniskirt, feeling her hips pop out of the confines of the strict, shaping material. Baines had been right-- the silky black stockings rode high up her thighs, ending incongruously below a white thong panty. The panty matched the bra, all virginal white and almost innocent in it's schoolgirlishness. The small white silk panel was decorated with the delicate bright red rosette on each hip and between the legs, where it was held by a single snap to the thong between her legs. "And you shaved I take it?" Amy's head bobbed. "Yes, Mr. Baines. I'll keep it shaved from now on, like you said to, Sir." How would she explain to Wendell why she kept her pussy shaved bare? She would have to ask Mr. Baines for ideas-- she was running out of them and she was sure he had an answer for her to use. Baines stood up, moving to the other side of the desk. "And this what you wore, Amy?" She thought of the hotel room that night at Niagara Falls. The excitement, the thrill of dressing this way for her man, her husband on their wedding night. Of the way his eyes had shone with love for her. Of the way she had surrendered to her husbands' love so easily, so gratefully. "Yes, Mr. Baines. This was what I wore on my honeymoon for Wendell." Keep the smile, don't cry, be brave... Baines stroked the bra strap, then fingered the rosette between the two cups. It was the most intimate contact with Amy yet and she involuntarily shrunk from it, then catching herself, reversed herself and pressed the rosette back into Baine's hand. "Adorable. And now you must wear it for the new man in your life, Amy-- me. And you'll wear your honeymoon dainties for our first time together too. But after today, you will throw them out. They aren't appropriate for you anymore Amy. White is for good little wifeys and we both know you aren't that anymore. Black and red, Amy-- slut colors from now on." Amy didn't answer. The plastic smile, the frozen eyes downcast as she watched Mr. Baines unzip his pants. "Let's get to work then, shall we? Bend over the desk, Amy." Outside the office, secretaries were busily preparing banking documents, the clicking-clacking of computer printers and typewriters filling the cavernous bank with the sounds of mortgages being prepared, deeds being registered, statements being generated for scores of homeowners. Each and every day thousands of mortgages are processed, each representing struggle, persistence and a whole change of life. Owning property--it was The American Dream, a dream which had just come true for one man, Robert Parker Baines. In Part Seven, a death and Amy's shameful memories... -- +--------------' 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> /