Message-ID: <21599asstr$944075400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: {ASSM} The Governor's Wife - Part Eighteen X-Original-Message-ID: <3844ff64.58606930@news.telenet.pt> X-Original-Path: 195.23.214.42 Lines: 207 Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 14:10:00 -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: Lambchop, gill-bates, Vulpine Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is non-consensual. Copyright: Victor Bruno. http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Eighteen Frank undressed, very conscious of Hettie's unswerving gaze. How much more vulnerable and helpless one felt when naked! He folded and stacked the clothes as he had been directed. "Now let me have a look at you. Bend over and touch your toes, Frank." Obediently he did so. Best to do so at once without a protesting look or sound. The more submissive he was, the easier it would be. In one sense, anyway. "Oh that's good. You have done well. Healed up nicely." A small cool hand ran over his tautened nates. "Yes, just a little discolouration now. That ointment helps a lot. Not sore any longer are you, Frank?" "No, Ma'am ...." "Haven't you forgotten something, Frank?" He racked his brains. Of course! "I beg pardon .... Mistress," he said. "That's better. Now straddle your legs, Frank." He did so apprehensively. Then he cried out and jerked convulsively as he felt her grip him by the scrotum. Hettie giggled. "I have you by the balls, Frank," she said possessively. "Both literally and metaphorically. How does that feel?" "It .... it f-frightens me, Mistress," answered Frank in a tight voice. "It should do, Frank," said Hettie softly. Then after a painful parting squeeze she released his balls and took hold of his flaccid, dangling penis. Frank gasped twice in quick succession. "Been playing around with this, have we?" "N-No .... no, Mistress ...." "Not telling lies, are we?" "No, Mistress .... I swear ...." It was true. Frank had left himself well alone since that time Hettie had made her shock discovery. "Good," said Hettie in a motherly way as she squeezed and fondled his length almost lovingly, it seemed. Frank tried to ignore the sensation she was producing, clenched his teeth as he fought for control. "Still that doesn't mean you're going to escape punishment for what you did." Frank began to sweat as he felt himself beginning to swell. Oh God .... it was uncontrollable! When she did things like that. Didn't she understand. "You're going to get a hiding you'll remember for many a day. You haven't forgotten my promise?" "No .... n-noo .... M-Mistress ...." Frank was beginning to stiffen as well as thicken. And Hettie was actually beginning to manipulate his organ. Actually to play with him! "You are a randy swine, aren't you?" "M-Mistress.... please.... Mistress.... I can't h-elp it ..... I can't st-stop it .... when you do that...." How unfair to be punished for that, right at the start of the day! "You can't stop it when I don't do this, it seems," said Hettie with another giggle. She had begun to toss Frank more vigorously. He moaned and his thighs quivered as he strove to resist his mounting desire. "It's alright," added Hettie, much to his relief, "let it come right up. I'm doing this on purpose. Stand up straight ...." With a groan, Frank stood up and quickly came to full erection under Hettie's continuing ministrations. She was smiling mockingly, teasingly at him, her face quite close to his. He caught the scent of her, saw right down the exciting plunge of her cleavage. Deliberately, she was provoking him to the limit. In a way, challenging him; showing her command over him. She was permitted to bring him to erection; yet he was not permitted to bring himself to one! Frank felt more like an animal, or even an object, rather than a human being. "P-Please .... Mistress .... please .... I c-can't hold on .... m-much longer ...." For a few more moments, Hettie continued, smiling all the time. Then she withdrew her hand and Frank was left with a solid, throbbing organ projecting in front of him. "It's quite a whopper, isn't it?" said Hettie. "Y-er .... ess .... Mistress .... I reckon ...." Suddenly Frank saw a tape measure in her hand. "No .... It's me who is going to reckon," said Hettie with a laugh. Then she quickly encircled his organ with the measure. "Five-inch girth," she announced. Then she measured the length, from root to phallic head. "Nine and a half inches," she said "Not bad at all, Frank. Better than my husband, anyway. I measured him up this morning." Frank was astounded by this intimate piece of information. "Aren't you pleased you're bigger than the Governor?" enquired Hettie, grinning. "He's in charge of you, but you're more of a man." Frank simply did not know what to say. Anything could have been dangerous. "I .... I don't know .... Mistress," he said lamely. He stood there meekly while Hettie left the room. What game was she playing? A taunting game, obviously. One he couldn't win. His erection stood out as solid as ever. My God, he thought, I'd like to make use of that! Perhaps .... perhaps .... she'd let him .... Perhaps .... perhaps .... she was a little tempted by it ..... Desire surged even more strongly through him. Oh dear God, let it be so! Then Hettie came back, carrying an ice-bag. "Cool it, buster," she said briefly. Reluctantly .... and with a gasping sob .... Frank crushed the freezing bag to his genitals. In a matter of moments, he had begun to subside. Then he saw that Hettie was playing with some kind of steel ring, twisting it round and round one finger. "I have come to a decision, Frank," she said. "It is that, at the moment, you are quite incapable of controlling yourself voluntarily. So you will be forced to control yourself." Down .... down .... down went the bone of flesh .... until it hung thick but soft. What did she mean? Forced? How? A chill of horror went suddenly through Frank. He knew how. Hettie Page was still smiling. Smiling happily and sadistically. "That's right, Frank," she said, "I think you've guessed it." URL Bruno Books Email Bruno List ------------------------------------------------------ Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. The Fem Dom Training Software. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic digest is free of charge. 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