Message-ID: <12680eli$9807022344@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part twenty eight 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: <359b800c.40936859@news.ip.pt> In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Twenty-eight Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson. David predictably took himself in hand as soon as the door closed upon him. Despite the light being on, and knowing she was watching, he could not help himself. The frustration was just too much, he could hold off no longer. As he jerked his red raw prick to orgasm, with his second prick still waggling in front of his face, his orgasm was accompanied by pain and a sense of degradation. She had USED his face, and PUNISHED his prick. She had insulted him, and then cruelly dismissed him. Yet despite all of this ill treatment he had remained sexually excited. So much so that he could not resist jerking off. That was the final irony, the ultimate degradation, recognising his own excitement at what she did to him. She had even managed to make his own stolen pleasure a humiliating experience. Even as he ejaculated the thought of the punishment he was at that moment earning was with him. David eventually managed to remove the hood and wash the dildo. He tidied the room and cleaned up the mess he had made. He retired to bed, but his sexual excitement would not dissipate and over the next hour he masturbated twice more to orgasm. He may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, he thought. He tried to limit his movement beneath the covers, but with little success. It was so frustrating to have to try and steal your pleasure secretly, and so unfair! He realised fully that there was every probability that she had taped his disobedience, and was not looking forward to the consequences that would probably follow. CHAPTER ELEVEN. In the morning, over breakfast, Karin skimmed though her videotape. She was of course secretly pleased, he was so easy to manipulate that he virtually did it to himself. Give him enough rope, she thought, and he ties himself up. Paraphrasing the old adage caused her to laugh inwardly. She now had the perfect reason to give David the same treatment he had suffered on Monday morning. There was little doubt in her mind that now he almost believed he deserved it. That was the kind of man she liked. Before leaving for the office, she once again marched David to her bathroom and locked him in place. There she administered her 'suitable treatment for toilet perverts'. "Not a punishment," she told him, "just a reminder of what he was." She warned him that his real punishment for breaking rule five would be severe, and would be administered that evening. ------------------------ Karin returned home that evening in a particularly cheerful mood. She removed David's restrainer and relaxing in front of the TV told David to change into his uniform and prepare her evening meal. Karin was flicking idly from channel to channel with the remote control as David laid the table for her. David was made to stand at Karin's side as she ate her meal. Although she appeared distracted by a the financial news on the television, her hand wandered absently, stroking David's thighs. She delved unconsciously into his panties and stroked his genitalia, once again causing David's arousal, to Karin's amusement and his not unrelated discomfiture. She did so like the idea of men being embarrassed by their own sexuality. She loved it when they felt guilty at their natural condition, and it was so easy to make them feel that way. Karin tired of this diversion and dismissed David. In his aroused condition he returned to his duties in the kitchen, and to his own meal, which was the mashed up remnants of the dinner he had prepared for her the day before. Karin went upstairs to prepare herself for the evening she had arranged, she wanted to look her best for the company she had invited. When she returned downstairs she was carrying steel handcuffs. ------------------------------------------------------ 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 ------------------------------------------------------ _________________________________________________ Christine & David Stevenson ......Authors of the Fem Dom Training Software..... Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. .........Runs on all computers......... 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