Message-ID: <19891eli$9902140434@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: Story: "Simple Proposal"/MrSpraycan Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7a14s3$lct@enews1.newsguy.com> SIMPLE PROPOSAL by MrSpraycan They've been talking for a while with chat software, languidly teasing each other. "I really think it would be good for you to sit on my face," he types. "That'd be a way for me to really make you come, over and over." "Yes, grinding my hairy, smelly crotch into your mouth, having your tongue deep into my slit. I like it more each time you suggest it," she replies quickly. "It would be so good for both of us. I mean it." "You bet. Know something? I like it when you're passive with me." "Actually, after our very hot session on Sunday, I was toying with the idea (and you can start laughing now) of making a simple proposal..." he ventures. "Go on, I won't laugh." "The idea of saying to you that I'd be quite happy to be your online sub, if you want to practice..." " Well, that would be educational for me. I'd have to think about it. Might be more responsibility than I'd want, my subby side being stronger than my dommy one." "Well, I'm sure you've noticed that you turn dominant with me quite quickly, given an opportunity. Ever since I admitted being a switch." "Yes, you bring out that side in me really quickly. No one else ever has." "Then feel free, if you think it's an attractive idea..." "Well, I'm greedy, though. You may regret it . . ." "I doubt it. And it would be so nice to be dommed by someone intelligent and perceptive..." "Well, we could stick with whatever seems to happen when we go online, then, for the moment, anyway . . ." "Yes, it has been working well, the past couple of times. Okay, but remember my simple proposal, and think about it, hmm?" "Don't worry, I shall. And I'm going to take advantage of it. Oh, you'll get dommed from me. A lot. I can sense that already. Can't you?" "Yes, and I'm finding it very exciting." "Don't know how well it would play in real life, though. Just so you know." "Well, as I've told you, I'm a cute little teddy bear, hairy all over." "Very nice image, that." "Some women react very maternally to me. Others, quite the opposite. So you never know what lights will come on for you...if the urge to dominate me is strong, you shouldn't fight it. It's really up to you. I know how I'll react if you order me to strip, kneel and kiss your feet..." "I'm sure! So you're saying that it's hard to meet intelligent, perceptive dominant women? That's interesting. Mind you, there are certainly enough 'dominant' masters out there who turn me off big time " "Lots of the 'masters' are psychos...and the domme women? So many are big lumps who are into fetish and formula....So I've deduced, anyway." "Which is not me, as you know." "A nice, 'normal' woman who is learning her way, exploring ideas about sexuality. That's my dream.... You fit the bill, as you well know..." "Thank you. You're saying the right things." "Arousing your interest?" "Of course...so, tell me, what would an online domme do? I'm trying to envisage it." "Well, assume full responsibility for her slave's sexual habits, decide when he'd be allowed to come, make him address her in the most polite and submissive fashion, plan his future punishment and humiliation...it would be up to your own imagination, really." "But you'd drop little hints, I'm sure." "Not to the extent of 'topping from below,' but yes, I'd make suggestions if requested." "I think the word you're looking for is 'instructed', or 'ordered,' don't you?" "My apologies. Yes, that's quite right." "Oh, did I catch the word 'slave' there? I prefer 'submissive', myself." "Whichever appeals to you. Yes, I'll submit, totally." "Hmm. And your duty is merely to obey, without question?" "Yes." "Well, it is a big responsibility, but I suppose the worst that can happen is that I'll keep you waiting to come, get you terribly frustrated " "As you please, naturally." "Okay...I'm thinking about it some more. Have you done this before with anyone?" "Yes, a sub I had earlier in the year, who turned very dominant towards the end." "Ah, it ended? Why?" "She broke it off in a panic. Her husband hacked into her e-mail." "That'll do it. Sad. Happens, though. Yes, I think you mentioned her a few weeks back. Well, one place we can start is with a proper attitude, isn't it? In future I want to be addressed as 'Mistress' or 'My Lady.' And watch the capitalization there." "Yes, My Lady. Are you saying...?" "I think I'm making myself clear. I'm saying 'yes'." "Oh! That's incredible. Thank you, Mistress." "Good. And, we'll also need to regularize how you approach our chats. So you're showing proper respect, I'm going to make it a strict requirement that you're either already completely naked when you log on, or that you describe your undressing, straight away. Every time, without fail. I'll have nothing to say to you unless you assure me you're absolutely naked." "That sounds perfect. God, that's exciting!" "It appeals to your exhibitionism, doesn't it?" "Yes, Mistress. And you'll expect me to be hard, too?" "Indeed. I'll expect you to be hard, but I don't want any masturbation taking place without my prior approval. Understand?" "Yes, My Lady. I can touch, but I mustn't rub?" "Correct." "The last few times we chatted, the other domme made me do that too. Be naked." "Ah. Then you'll have no problem with obeying, will you? Anything else she did? Tell me." "Well, it was my idea, but I used to put on handcuffs." "Oh, excellent! And you can still type like that, right? Then I'll want you cuffed too. What else?" "I put on a dog collar, and tied my ankles." "Sounds very interesting. Together, or spread wide?" "Wide, My Lady. Either to the legs of my desk, with rope, or I'd sit with my feet up on the edge of the chair. Soles of my feet pressed together, and ankles tied. I'd tie my knees to the arms of the chair, to keep my thighs wide open." "What a lovely picture! Oh, I'll accept that idea too. Perhaps I should make you gag yourself." "It would be a pleasure." "Especially if I sent you a pair of my dirty panties, yes?" "Oh! That would be incredible, if you did. Please, My Lady?" "When you've earned it, yes. Tell me, what are you wearing now, slave?" "Jeans, a shirt..." "But you are unzipped?" "Yes, Mistress. As I usually am. I can't help it. You know that." "I want your clothes off, right now. Come on, strip." "Yes. Pants off....shoes, socks. Unbuttoning my shirt." "That hairy chest of yours. Are your nipples standing up?" "Yes, they're very erect. I've been touching them." "I like that. Hairiness, I mean. I could run my fingers through it, tug on it, ferret out your nipples so I could pinch and suck them. Get them nice and red and throbbing." "I love nipple play...love to have them bitten and pulled and pinched...Now I'm taking off the shirt and imagining you doing just that..." "What? I'd tear it off! Rip your clothes to shreds!" "My Lady, yes." "Your nipples...It would be very exciting to watch your face while I twisted them. Watch the pleasure and pain flicker across your features. Figure out your "more, more," expression and little noises. Would you shut your eyes? Would your mouth go slack, or tighten up? Would you look sulky and resistant ... or grateful? Hmmm?" "All of those things, depending on your own expression...and how rough you were being...But more than anything, I'd be grateful, I think...a little nervous about where you might want to take me, but so willing to go there..." "I'd be rough, believe me. I'd probably be smiling at you, enjoying your vulnerability, excited by your excitement. Aroused by the notion of you sighing, 'Enough. No more.' " "Would 'enough, no more' stop you though? Or just get you more determined to have your way?" "I think you can guess. It'll take me a little getting used to, being a vicious and cruel dominatrice, but I'll get there." "My Lady, I'll do all I can to satisfy your needs." "Have you finished stripping yet, slave?" "Sorry, no. Here we go, boxers off. I'm naked now." "That's better. Those handcuffs of yours, where are they?" "In my desk drawer here." "Put them on, right now." "Got them, just need to find the keys. Okay, it's done." "Tell me about them." "They're police cuffs, very serious, very solid. Chrome plated steel, very short chain between them." "Perfect. So let's get back to where we were. You'd be naked, like this, and then your domme would tell you about the things she wanted to do to you, get you very hard, allow you to rub a little, but not come?" "Exactly. Lots of very cruel fantasies. Humiliating things she wanted to see me do. She kept me from coming for ten days once, wanking every day." "Oh, how cruel! Don't give me ideas!" "I want you to know the truth, Mistress." "Your balls were aching?" "Oh, yes." "What sort of things did she want?" "All kinds of extreme bondage stuff. Show me naked in front of her friends, make me masturbate for them. Take me out to public places, naked." "Excellent! I'd have gotten on well with her!" "Lots more, I tell you all of it, in time." "You will, right. It must have been like a fountain when you came. Ten days, wow!" "It was, yes. A cupped handful." "And did she make you drink it? Like I will?" "Yes, she did. But you know, I'll always voluntarily do that. Like last weekend, when you got me so excited. I licked my fingers clean then." "When I was talking about playing with your asshole, yes? Shoving a dildo in you. Fucking you. I remember, you told me you were sucking cum off your fingers, even before I suggested it." "It's a privilege to drink my cum for you, My Lady." "It is, yes. And it'll be a privilege for you to confess every little perversion and fantasy, every dirty little secret to me. The whole truth." "I'll tell you everything. However shameful it is." "Yes. I want to know absolutely everything, understand?" "I promise." "Good. But it's a shame she couldn't really spank you and whip you, isn't it?" "Yes, it was. But she had me spank myself." "Oh! Really! That's good. But, tell me, how would she know you really did it?" "Ah, forgive me. I didn't say. She'd have me phone her, and she'd listen, and give instructions." "This is getting really interesting! Well, I could do that too, couldn't I?" "Yes, I'd be very happy to beat myself, for you to listen. Just say when." "Oh, so eager! Yes, I'm going to take you up on that, slave. Tell me exactly what she made you do...I want details! Stop being so tantalizing, damn you! " "Well, okay. We'd start chatting while she was still at her office most days, and then, when she'd wound me up enough, she'd get ready to leave, and turn on her cell phone. I'd call her in her car, you see. And she'd park and have me do whatever she wanted." "Playing with herself, no doubt." "I'm sure. For example, she'd have me really pull and squeeze my nipples, until I gasped and sounded like it was hurting. And even though the spanking was barehanded the first few times, she insisted on it being really hard, really loud." "Oh, I'm trying to picture this. I'm sorry, but I'm just cracking up laughing! Not at you, though. This is so good! Totally weird. So where were you, in your office at home?" "No, she'd have me go to some other phone. Crawl there, actually. Then be bent over, cradling the phone, so my ass was tensed." "Keep going. I like this. How many strokes?" "Twenty or so the first time. Lots more later." "Meaning?" "Fifty, maybe more. And she wanted me to use a paddle too." "Don't worry, so would I. And a strap." "That was another idea. She wanted me to stretch out on the bed and take a strap to my back. Really lash myself." "Oh, me too. I'd LOVE that! God, my panties are a complete mess now!" "That's good news, Mistress. I like to please you." "So, tell me...did she do other stuff? Make you play with your asshole? Come on, no secrets any more. I want all the details." "Various ways. Yes, she liked the idea of me spreading my asscheeks, and holding them, as if she were watching, inspecting me. And she wanted me to put my fingers up there, and maybe get a dildo, a buttplug, other stuff like that." "Oh, I like it! Yes, you won't get away without doing that. And would you say that her intentions were sort of real life oriented? Was she going to fuck you?" "She said so, but wasn't in a hurry to do anything soon. I think we'd have met by now, yes." "Shame you didn't. Well, she certainly had you where she wanted you, hmm? Very interesting, indeed. I think I'll be adopting her ideas." "Thank you, Mistress. I'll do everything I can to please you. I promise to obey every order, in full." "That's right, you will. Now, we'll need some kind of agreement, won't we?" "You mean, like a contract? A slave contract?" "Exactly. That's just what I mean. Some of your earlier stories mentioned them, so you know what to do. And you're going to write it. Make it very subby, don't leave anything out. And when in doubt, be generous. You need to give your Mistress complete control over you." "Mistress, yes. I'd love to. Is this just for cyber, or for real life, too?" "Mmm. You know the answer to that, don't you?" "You want if for real life, I can hear." "Now you're getting it, aren't you? Yes, it must cover real life too. Because I'm beginning to feel I want it." "Yes." "And so we don't have to discuss it any further when I do. When we meet, I'll have the right to do as I please." "Yes, of course." "It might be sooner than you think. I'm getting in the mood to get my hands on you." "I wish you could, My Lady. I'd be very obedient. Very grateful." "Exactly. And we'd skip all the preliminaries. I could just take possession, right there." "I'd kneel and kiss your feet, tell you I was yours." "And I'd strip you naked and inspect you, very carefully. Pose you and get lots of photos taken. Apply your restraints. Start punishing and humiliating and fucking you. That's what the contract must say." "I understand." "No limits, slave." "Oh." "Some objection? Or was that excitement?" "Just, well, that's really extreme." "Is it? Why, do you have some limits you want to tell me about?" "I'm not sure, ma'am. I think I probably do." "Then we'd better find out what they are, don't you think? Actions speak louder than words." "Yes. But I'm wondering about how cruel you might be." " I'm starting to think I'll be very cruel. Much more than you expect, is my guess. Merciless." "And I find that very exciting, and very frightening." "See? It's what you need, isn't it? And more important, it's what I want. So, do you agree?" "Yes, of course. How could I refuse? I'll work on that." "No, that won't do. I want it finished and e-mailed to me tonight." "Yes, My Lady." "Your body is mine." "Yes, Mistress." "Your tongue, your prick and your asshole, all mine." "Yes, they are." "Have I scared you?" "Yes, but I want to be scared. Want to feel weak, helpless. It's right that I feel that way. I desperately need to submit, and I'm grateful that you are accepting me as your slave." "Good. Well, I'm sitting here in my writing outfit. My man's shirt, unbuttoned. My wet panties. I'm trying to picture you there. Are you touching yourself?" "Yes. Can't help myself. I have to." "I'd like to see that. You, wanking." "She wanted me to buy one of those videocams. You know, the cheap black and white ones that sit on your monitor?" "So she could see you naked? And would you have? Seems risky." "I was reluctant, yes." "Even though you're an exhibitionist?" "I needed to know her better first." "Before you started sending naked photos of yourself to someone you didn't know? I'd say so." "Exactly." "Nice idea though. I'm going to think about it, too. I'd enjoy having that power over you. Better quality though, hmm? Color. . This is getting me very horny, very wet. You've been holding your prick? It's good and hard?" "Yes, My Lady. It's very stiff, and it's aching with frustration." "It's going to stay that way for a while, too. I want you to twist and pull your nipples. Hard." "Yes...doing it." "Dig your nails in. It's got to hurt, understand?" "Oh." "I want your nipples sore, so you feel them rub on the bedclothes, on your shirt, so you know I've had you, all the way through the next day. Hurt them some more, and imagine me doing it." "Oh, My Lady! They're really raw now, I promise." "I'd scratch you too, like a spiteful little girl." "Should I do that?" "If you can...I need to come. I'm going to rub now, while you talk to me." "Mistress, I wish I was at your feet right now. Naked, cuffed, my contract in my hands for you." "Yes. [I've got my panties off...now, the shirt.]" "I'd plead with you to be severe, punish me properly. Kiss your feet. And perhaps you'd allow me the privilege of seeing your beautiful pussy, of smelling it?" "What? You'd lick it all over, you wretch." "Thank you! I'd want to make sure you felt comfortable. Sit you in a chair, and watch you spread wide for me. Clean your pubic hair, mop up any dribble on your thighs. Then do what I do best, lick you. Listening to you, doing exactly as you request, my tongue going everywhere you want it to. Outside, inside, getting you hotter and hotter. Wriggling, moaning, completely losing control." "Go on." "Putting my tongue right inside your cunt, sucking on it. So wet, so fragrant...my face all soapy with it. Drinking you. You'd grab my head, and start grinding your pussy against me." "Yes." "Going back to your clit, probing all round it, licking your pisshole, getting down lower and licking your asshole, then sucking on your clit, taking it between my lips...trying to make it huge, never stopping, just licking on, till you come." "Oh...I just did...trying to get my breath." "Oh, was it good?" "Incredible. When you said you'd lick my ass. That was it." "I would do that so gratefully, ma'am." "Good, cos I've been thinking about how it would feel to have a guy do that." "I'd be so happy..." "Nasty things can be so much fun. So I'd have required it, soon enough. It's good that you suggested it first. It proves you have the right submissive attitude." "Thank you, My Lady." "You realize I want your tongue in there?" "Yes, of course. I promise, I won't hesitate." "No, you'd better not. And I'm going to make you go down on me for hours, slave." "I hope so. That's what I want, so badly." "Listen, I need to go in a bit. Damn. But let's make sure you get it. A contract, tonight, okay? And another thing. Go get a PO Box, so I can send you some panties." "Yes, I promise. Messy ones?" "What else? Filthy, smelly ones. And we need to make a date for next time. Tomorrow night?" "Yes, I'm home." "And I want you naked, right from the log on." "I will be." "And we're doing some phone stuff, after I warm you up." "Really? Oh thank you! What do you have in mind?" ". As if you couldn't guess? You're going to give yourself a really good spanking while I listen. And if you're a very good boy, I may let you come. But you'll have to work hard, and earn it." "I'll do whatever it takes to please you, Mistress." "Will you? I'm not as soft-hearted as you think. Make sure you have a full phone card. It's going to be a long spanking. An hour maybe." "Oh. Yes, alright. How many strokes?" "With your hand? At least a hundred. Probably a lot more. Good hard ones, and I'll make you go fast." "Oh, god yes, My Lady! That's crue1." "Would you expect any less from me?" "No." "Yes, it'll be more. It's going to be done my way, slave. Hand spanking, sure. But then, the strap. And I want it used properly. Hard." "I promise." "It's got to be loud to convince me. And I'll know from your voice, won't I?" "I'll do it right. Do just as you tell me." "I'm going to make you play with your asshole, too." "My Lady, yes. I'd be pleased to do whatever you want." "You'd better. I'll let you sort out some things to shove in it. Oh, I just had an idea." "Yes?" "I think you ought to take a shower before you log on. And come down to the PC still wet - just dry your hands - do you like that?" "Yes, I understand." "So your skin's all soft and ready for spanking and whipping. Have everything laid out, ready to use." "My Lady, I will. What time do you want me here?" "The usual. No, make that a half-hour earlier. Lots to do, hmm? And I'm going to take my time. Now, sweet dreams." "I'll be dreaming of you, all night. Dreaming of you torturing and humiliating me." "Mmmm. That's what I call sweet dreams, slave. Yes, torturing you. What a lovely image that conjures up. And no masturbating tonight. Maybe you should keep your handcuffs on, hmm? All your spunk is for me, tomorrow. After I've made you sore. You're going to flog yourself, and prove how devoted you are." "I swear, I'll do whatever you ask." "Good. Be sure you do. Now, let go of your cock, fix that contract, and go to bed." "Goodnight, My Lady." "Sleep well, slave." "I'm looking forward to tomorrow." "Oh, me too. Now, go." 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