Message-ID: <11384eli$9805171222@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Educating Darren, Part One. 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: <355ea739.1005741@news.ip.pt> From: Self To: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story:- Educating Darren, Part Two. Copies to: alt.sex.stories.moderated Send reply to: Christine@Ms-Christine.com Date sent: Tue, 27 May 1997 10:22:01 +0100 Story:- Educating Darren, by Ms. Christine Stevenson. http://www.mschristine.com Part Two. (Part one posted yesterday) It was about four o'clock when Caroline put her key in the apartment door. Alistair, her live in 'partner', had been waiting for her to return, sitting in the hallway next to the door in case he did not hear her arrive. He did not want to be punished again today. He had burnt the breakfast toast that morning and she had given him twelve forceful strokes with the cane. He should have known better than to irritate her on the day she was going to inspect the new house. She had been increasingly irritable about the progress of late and had obviously taken out some of her frustration on him. "Not fair really" he thought, but then he did not have much choice in the matter if he wanted to keep a roof over his head. Besides he worshipped the ground she walked on and could not contemplate a life without her. He was dressed as he usually was on Saturdays, in a complete french maid's costume. She made sure he went out to earn his keep the rest of the week and at weekends she locked away all his male clothes and forced him to wear what she referred to as 'his pretties'. 'It is all my own fault,' he thought, as she swept past him and he gave a little curtsy. 'If she had not come home that day, early on in our relationship and found me standing in front of the mirror in nothing but a pair of her sexy lace knickers, I would not be in this predicament now.' He still became highly aroused at the feel of lacy female knickers encasing his genitalia but lived in constant fear that one day she would decide to show him off to one of her many female friends, dressed as he was now. She had threatened to do so on many occasions when she was not getting her own way over something and he secretly suspected that she was just looking for an excuse, any excuse. She had insisted right from the beginning that all bank accounts were to be in her name, and now he had absolutely no control over his life whatsoever. He closed the door and followed her quickly into her bedroom. He immediately started picking up the trail of clothes she had left behind her as she headed for the bathroom. "Make sure all those are laundered carefully," she said. "Yes Madam," replied Alise, "Do you wish me to do anything else for you?" Caroline burst out laughing. "Ever hopeful" she teased, "but not today. I have a real man coming to visit me tonight." 'Or at least he thinks he is,' she thought as she turned on the shower. Alise was at first disappointed and then began to take in exactly what she had said. Apart from feeling extremely jealous, this would be the first time he had actually been present when she entertained someone else. She had regaled him with lurid details of her encounters with other men in the past. But he had always wondered if she was making them up to torment him. He secretly hoped that was the case, but now it seemed she really was going to expose him and torment him at one and the same time. He didn't for one minute think she would let him change his clothes and the enormity of his situation hit him with all its force. In his panic he vaguely heard her voice from the bathroom. "..........I think I should go for something overtly sexy, don't you Alise?" "I am sorry Madam, I did not hear what you were saying" he said, hoping that his lapse would not generate an instant punishment. Caroline was far too busy plotting and planning for the evening ahead to be sidetracked and simply repeated herself. "I said, if I want to seduce a large muscle bound builder I think I should go for something overtly sexy, don't you?" "Yes Madam" was his lame reply. "I am so glad you agree," she said, "Put out a few things you think might be suitable and I'll make the final decision after my shower." End of Part two:- Part three will be posted tomorrow. _________________________________________________ Christine & David Stevenson Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program for PC and MAC Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----