Message-ID: <13405eli$9807261134@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: beck_and_call@hotmail.com Subject: AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY chapters 5 & 6 (MF,FF,femdom,cbt,ws,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6perjq$clk$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY was written in alternating chapters by Lady Mowbray & slave jason. Each chapter reflects their respective points of view. It is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment only. You must be of legal age to read it. Copyright © 1998 OZAM Enterprises. Your comments are encouraged at: beck_and_call@hotmail.com ================== AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY Chapter 5: Lady Mowbray Jason lay on the bare mattress staring at the camera. " I wonder who is watching? Maybe they are recording it? My God! What if they send copies to my friends?" He was saved from his imagination when he heard the key turn in the lock. Susie, and a mirror image of her, entered the room. " Who's this?" he asked abruptly. " This is Sarah. My twin sister. Double trouble." She moved close to her, put her arm around her and kissed her cheek. " My God," he thought. " Lesbians." His mind ran wild. Recalling all the stories about what lesbians did to men if they had one. Susie was carrying a plastic bag. In it were four short, broad, straps with silver coloured D rings. One longer strap with a D ring, a length of Lycra material and a leather lead. He felt his erection rising at the sight of the two young girls and the contents of the transparent bag. " Oh, look. He is pleased to see us," said Susie as she threw the four short straps at his now erect cock. " Put these on. On your wrists and ankles," she added after a pause and a grin. "Nice and tight. If we have to tighten them you won't like it." While he was doing that, she went out the door for a moment and returned with a bowl of porridge, which she put on the floor, since there was no table. When he had the straps on his wrists and ankles, he looked back at the girls and noticed for the first time that Sarah was carrying what looked like a two foot length of orange coloured broom stick, with two short nails in the end. " What's that for? There's no need for violence." Sarah lunged at his bare foot, stabbing it with the prongs. " This! You mean?" The electric shock stabbed up his body, paralyzing him for a second. " Shit! That hurt." " It's a cattle prod. Her Ladyship thought we might find it useful in your early days of training." "Stand up." " Turn around." Jason felt his wrists being fastened together by a short length of chain and two small padlocks. "Now, eat." " I can't." " On your knees, slave." The two girls held his arms while he kneeled down. " Now, lick it up." He began to lick the porridge from the bowl, spilling some on the floor. Susie took the bowl away. " Clean it up." When he had licked the tiles clean, she replaced his bowl. Sarah was standing behind him and had a good view of his large balls hanging down between his legs. She held the cattle prod perilously close to them. Susie saw her and shook her head. " Ohhh, you spoil all my fun." Instead, she kneeled down and began to stroke his balls. " Keep eating," commanded Susie. After a few moments, lubrication began to run from the tip of his hard cock, joining it to the tiles with a silken thread. " That's more mess you are going to have to lick up." When he had finished eating, Susie squatted down in front of him, her short skirt well above her knees. Watching his face, she slowly opened her bent knees. Jason had a lovely view down her thighs to her nylon clad pussy. A few pubic hairs were escaping from the tight white material. " You like looking up women's skirts do you? " He nodded. Lady Mowbray also made a note of this, in the comprehensive dossier she was recording about him. She made a mental note to thank her husband for his choice. His Profilers and private eyes had made an excellent choice of a potential sex slave for her. She understood they had made a start by hacking into an e-mail archive. She turned off the monitor and went to her specially equipped bedroom. Susie stood up, lifted her skirt and very slowly pulled down her knickers. She stepped out of them and carefully folded them with the crotch on the outside. She then placed them over Jason's mouth, with the crotch under his nose. Her other hand was behind his head, holding it still. " Smell me," she said, gritting her teeth. Sarah fetched the strip of Lycra from the bag. Without warning, Susie pulled his hair then stuffed her knickers into his open mouth. Sarah tied them tightly in place with the Lycra. They then put the last strap round his neck and clipped a lead onto it. " Come on. We are going to see her Ladyship. She will have been watching and will be randy by now." Susie led him down the corridor. Sarah followed, carrying the prod. Chapter 6: slave jason The trio traveled the rather long route to the west wing. This was where Lady Mowbray maintained her personal and private bedroom with its adjoining study. "Enter," answered the Mistress of the house upon hearing Sarah's gentle knock. "Thank you girls, you may retire." Jason was once again alone with the new center of his universe. Lady Mowbray's eyes devoured the bound man's nude form. Before he averted his eyes, Jason caught a fleeting glimpse of his Goddess. Her flaxen locks were tied back into a ponytail by a candy apple red scrunchie. It gave a severe bite to her creamy complexion but elegantly highlighted her ivory neck. To him she seemed a paradox. A certain kind of feminine intensity seeped from her pores. Lady Mowbray had changed out of her kimono into an oversized cotton t-shirt with matching jade green knickers. She was barefoot. Her luscious hourglass figure made Jason swoon. She had curves in all the right places and when she was in close proximity, he felt his heart turn into apple sauce. He was especially fond of her rump and could not describe the sensations that he felt while in her presence. Sure there was trepidation, fear even. But there was something else, something deeper. Even Jason could not comprehend it. Jason suddenly realized how horny he was. His testicles hung heavy and low and his erection had not subsided since he stripped to his birthday suit. He had not had a regular role in the hay for about two months. Before this current madness, Jason decided to devote his full resources to work and was even too tired for masturbation. His vacation was a job requirement, so he decided to unwind overseas. He used the money (that was originally earmarked for moving to a bigger apartment) for his travel expenses instead. Jason just couldn't find the right apartment. He was a perfectionist. Ironically, he now found himself living in the biggest of houses. Jason normally had no problem attracting women. Unfortunately, they were all too often the wrong kind. Bimbos, airheads - Jason had them all. But, to him, these "girls" were just empty calories. He never really experienced a real woman. The Barbie dolls in the local joints always were attracted to his type: boyish, but rugged enough, well-groomed short dark brown hair, clean shaven. Jason was not overly muscular but was proud of his runner's body and tried, always, to lose more weight. Lean and mean, he was fond of calling it. His body was not overly hairy either, just a thatch of dark chest hair tapering down to his privates. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," cooed Lady Mowbray. Jason stood barefoot on the plush white carpet with his hands still chained behind him. He stood in front of the bureau, where the twins left him, his knees leaning against the velvet cushion of the bench. The leash hung from his neck as he chewed on Susie's soiled undies. He looked down at his engorged cock and bloated testicles. Again, a string of seminal fluid traveled from the head of his penis to the red velvet below. It was hardly noticeable but the young man did not want to anger his Ladyship by defiling her furniture. He especially did not want to experience the taste of the infernal cattle prod again. Embarrassed, Jason desperately looked for something to clean it up. Realizing this was a strategic impossibility, he moved to the other corner of the room, ignoring his transgression. Lady Mowbray entered from her study with a book which she then placed on the nightstand. Jason couldn't see the title but it was a hardcover. She approached him with a condom and rolled it down his penis. She must have somehow witnessed his "accident." At her bed, she pulled the comforter away and placed it on a chair in the corner. Finally, Lady Mowbray sunk down into the thick mattress which was covered in champagne colored silk sheets. It struck Jason that, at this moment, her Ladyship reminded him of a simple college girl with her legs tucked up to her chest and her nightshirt pulled over her knees, her head buried in a book. But Lady Mowbray did not forget her slave's presence. For just a second, she lifted her nose out of the book and curled her index finger at him. Like a magnet, he followed her hand as she patted the sheet between her legs. Soon, Jason and Amanda resembled some sort of hedonistic sculpture. She, supine with her legs bent and spread and he, between them on his knees with his hands under lock and key. Lady Mowbray reached forward to remove the Lycra strap and pulled Susie's panties from Jason's mouth. She grabbed his leash with her other hand. "You may pay homage to my female essence now slave," Lady Mowbray intoned. "You know, how do you Americans say it? Eat me out." Jason looked into the sea that was her eyes and quickly fell forward onto his shoulders. It was awkward, but he managed it without falling on top of his Mistress. Amanda raised her pelvis and pulled her t-shirt up to her flat belly. That's when he realized that she was nude below the waist. The sight of her buried treasure took Jason's breath away. Jason breathed in her natural musk as she casually stroked his hair like she might pet a dog. Jason prepared for the task at hand for he never did this to a woman without the use of his hands. "I'll have to be twice as good to accomplish half as much," he thought ridiculously to himself as his brain went into overdrive. But if his brain was in overdrive then his cock threatened to break the sound barrier. Jason began by nuzzling Amanda's inner thigh. It was already warm and moist from body heat. He timidly started to place tender kisses all over it. Soon, he traced the tip of his tongue along her thigh toward her pussy and back down again. The bedroom suddenly seemed more humid as Jason collected Amanda's sweat with his tongue and swallowed it. He repeated this on her other thigh then gently licked his way along the crease coming to her fragrant womanhood. Jason nuzzled Amanda's bush with his face and lightly brushed his lips over her slit. From Jason's vantage point, all that he saw from between her legs was that damned book. She wouldn't even give him the satisfaction of pretending to feel pleasure. That did it. He would force her to reveal to him that the experience was pleasurable. Maybe not with words, but she would eventually admit it. Jason again brushed his lips over Amanda's slit. He then planted them right on top and kissed gently. The captive slave savored every minute of this, for all that he went through was now worth it. Her smell, her taste - Jason wished it would remain on his lips forever. He used his hot tongue to separate Amanda's pussy lips and swabbed up and down between her dampening folds. He sensed that she was responding so Jason started to kiss Amanda's pussy harder and again ran his tongue up and down between the pink layers of flesh. Like a dog, Jason used his head to coax his Mistress to open her legs wider and she responded, face still buried in the hardcover. He quickly pushed his tongue in and out of her sultry pussy, then slowed down deliberately. Up and down the length of Amanda's pink lips ran Jason's tiring tongue, with nary a peep out of the woman. He made gentle assaults on Amanda's clitoris and the book began to wobble. Her clit began to get a tongue bath as Jason was determined to please his Mistress even as his own cock threatened to cut a hole in the mattress. The sole of Amanda's left foot started rubbing the bedsheet as Jason continued his humble assault on her divine flesh. It soon began to torridly grind the sheet, popping its corner from the mattress. Her legs began to quiver and Jason took Amanda's clit in his hot mouth and started to suck, first mildly then he pretended to try and swallow it. Lady Mowbray writhed and tried to suppress her moans. She lifted her hips as an orgasm approached. Jason almost fell out of the bed as he could barely keep his balance while she clamped down on his head. Like a rodeo cowboy, his hungry mouth held onto Amanda's clit during the wild ride. Before she barely had time to recover, Jason urged his soft tongue underneath Amanda's clitoris and began to tongue fuck her sopping pussy. His neck stiff, Jason greedily swallowed her vaginal secretions which sated his thirst but not his libido. Jason lost count after her third orgasm, but greedily lapped away as her honey flowed freely. Sated, Lady Mowbray stretched out languidly and purred. Her hardcover was on the floor and her slave was still between her legs, his face shiny and red. Struggling, Jason got back up on his knees as his eyes drank in the Goddess before him. He licked his lips as his swollen cock jutted obscenely in front of him. --to be continued ================= Please drop us a line. All comments are welcome at: beck_and_call@hotmail.com -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/rg_mkgrp.xp Create Your Own Free Member Forum -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----