Message-ID: <25109asstr$963234602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000710002146.23291.00001144@ng-mb1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} A Mommy's Torment, Pt. 11 m/f, bd/sm cons. Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 09:10:02 -0400 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: gill-bates, IceAltar WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the author: mastrkink@excite.com. The rest of this series may be found at the following URL: http://myclubs.excite.com/myclubs/browse?cid=.yvPz5KYe8ZG A Mommy's Torment, Pt. 11 Sandra's nervousness increased as she drove to a different part of town than she was used to. It wasn't like it was a bad part, just different from her usual haunts. As always, her composure was shaky from both the knowledge that she had weakened and was again meeting another man outside her marriage for sexual thrills; plus the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop herself from coming back to him. She had never noticed before that the driver's vent blew air directly at her crotch until today. But then again, the short skirt she was wearing with no panties didn't help any. Just his idea of foreplay. A nice little tickle anyway! Sandra was feeling nervous today for other reasons as well. She had purposely ignored her Master for a few weeks trying to get control of her life again. She had failed and came back as always, but this time she had sensed a real anger. And she couldn't blame him for that. So he had informed her that today was to be punishment with little hope of pleasure for her. Despite the coldness of those words, she still felt a little thrill of excitement. He had told her that the desk clerk would have the room key for her and instructions would be waiting in the room and he was expecting her to obey without question today in light of her recent actions. As Sandra received the key from the polite young man, she couldn't help but wonder what he would think if he knew what his room would be used for today. As she entered it, she first noticed the shopping bag on the bed and then as she glanced around, noticed that room was larger than normal and seemed to have more chairs than usual. The bed seemed sort of different as well. Nonetheless, she picked up the envelope and read her instructions. Very simply, it said to undress and put on the items from the bag and then kneel down near the door and wait. As she dumped the contents on the bed, she couldn't help but smile. Okay, this looked like it could be interesting. So she undressed and then sat down to put on the thigh high hose and high heeled shoes. Then the long platinum wig came next, effectively covering her usual nondescript brown color. And as she walked over to look in the mirror, a stranger looked back at her. She could feel the change in her mind as she shifted into her submissive mode. No longer Sandra, the suburban housewife, but a sexual plaything in search of her next orgasm. Finally, she took out the last item and held it up to her face. It was a gaudy large, feathered Mardi Gras mask. Slipping the elastic bands over her head, she put it in place and again stared in the mirror at the woman there. It was strange and yet erotic too, to have stepped out of her body and spirit so to speak. As her fingers caressed her nipples and teased her clit, she could feel the excitement build and wanted this to begin. But she knew she had her instructions, so she stepped over near the door and kneeled down on the floor, so she would be the first thing he saw as he stepped through the door. And waited. And waited. And waited. She knew this was in response to her poor attitude of the past few weeks, but still it increased her desire for him to arrive so the fun could begin. As she knelt there, her eyes wandered over the room again and then she noticed the lights set high up on the walls on each side of the room. How strange! What on earth could they be for? Finally, she thought she sensed footsteps outside the door and sure enough, the door opened exposing her to the outside world and in her Master walked! He set down the large bag he was carrying and took a seat in one of the chairs and motioned her forward. Dutifully, she crawled across to him, wanting to feel the touch of his hands upon her skin. He reached out and touched her breasts sending such delicious shivers across her body. "You know I'm disappointed in your behavior lately and I've decided that you need to be taught a lesson?" "Since I was afraid that you would enjoy any physical punishment too much, I've decided to add a little something more mental or humiliating. It's in keeping with the terms of your contract and that's why you wearing the wig and mask." As he spoke, Sandra wondered where this was leading. Despite his words, she knew that she had always enjoyed whatever forms of punishment he inflicted, mental or physical. But as he reached into the bag and brought out a video camera, a numbness washed over her. She could hear his words; she knew what he was saying about using the tape and making short video clips that would be posted in the newsgroups for everyone to see and enjoy her suffering. Inside, a part of her was screaming. She had never allowed any lover to take pictures of her at such an intimate moment, she just couldn't accept that this was happening to her! And yet, deep inside, she could feel a small part of her delight in this. She had worked very hard in recent years to gain back her pre-children shape and enjoyed it immensely when men looked at her. Wasn't this just a variation of that taken to the extreme? And so she knew that once again, she would submit and enjoy it MasterKink "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+