Message-ID: <21116asstr$942476351@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: {ASSM} The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave - Part Twenty X-Post-Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 12:39:06 GMT X-Original-Message-ID: <380db7b4.3061509@news.telenet.pt> X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.11/32.235 X-Original-Path: 195.23.214.2 NNTP-Posting-Host: 195.23.214.2 X-Trace: 20 Oct 1999 13:39:17 GMT, 195.23.214.2 Lines: 104 X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: bad 2 Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 01:59:11 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin 'The Bank Manager's Radio Controlled Slave' Copyright: 1986 thru 1999. Christine Stevenson. http://www.mschristine.com/bank.html Part Twenty The bolts drew back and the door swung open to reveal Karin dressed in a red suspender belt, matching red panties and bra, black silky seamed stockings, shoulder length black gloves and red stiletto sandals. She was carrying large bowl of cold porridge. Karin stood in the doorway and asked, "Have your manners improved any?" Donal stiffened instantly, as he looked at Karin. My God, what a body, she was something else. The punishment sequence started and Donal looked questioningly at Karin. "I forgot to mention, I have a computer upstairs that has its own ideas about bad manners. Each time you get an erection it does that to tell you to stop it." Karin informed Donal, calmly. Donal protested through the pain, "How am I supposed to stop it with you looking like that?" Karin replied, "As I was saying. It is about manners. If you had the good manners to avert your eyes to the floor, and crawl over here and ask for your breakfast, you wouldn't have that problem. Instead you sit there gawping and ogling like a schoolboy. Never mind, any second now your balls will be telling you to behave!" As Karin said that, the device started to torture his testicles again and Donal curled up on the floor. Karin's stilettos clicked across the floor as she strolled casually across the flagstones. She stood, arms akimbo and legs astride, looking down on Donal. She watched him start to subside and then upended the porridge over his head and thence onto the floor. Turning on her heels, she said as she clicked out again, "I want an improvement in your manners before we can move on. If you had begged for your breakfast as I suggested, you could have had it in the bowl." The door slammed behind her. Karin knew it would be a while before he got around to finishing all the cold porridge, but she would see to it that he did! Donal went over to the primitive facilities in the corner, a toilet bowl with a tap in the wall about six feet above it. To flush the toilet, you turned on the tap and ran it until enough water passed through, then turned it off again. To do this you had to stand on the toilet bowl to reach the tap, getting wet in the process. 'Obviously designed by a sadist', Donal thought. He turned on the tap, climbed down and knelt over the bowl and washed his hair as well as he could with the freezing cold water. 'Talk about every which way you lose', he thought, 'I certainly can't win here'. When he was reasonably well cleaned up, he looked at the remains of his breakfast, a slimy lump sitting on the flagstones. He knew he would eventually eat it but he just couldn't, yet! Donal had all day to consider his position. The only positive way he could find to look at the situation was that it couldn't get much worse. If he had ended up in prison, the warders would not have looked like Karin. He'd been stupid to sign that confession, that was for sure. Maybe he'd try some 'manners' and see where that got him. It was either that or attempt escape, but if he didn't make it, he was frightened to think what she would do to him. ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic digest is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. 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