Message-ID: <28203asstr$978595805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Louis Nessus" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 03 Jan 2001 01:33:48.0000 (UTC) FILETIME=[37FDE600:01C07525] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Control of Louis 3 (FD Mast Humil) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 03:10:05 -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: gill-bates, RuiJorge, newsman This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity. Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file. Otherwise ....enjoy! Distribute freely if you wish but, please, not to minors The Control of Louis (Part 3 of 6) by Nessus I awoke late next morning with a hard-on and filled with a forbidden shame at what I did the previous night. My humiliation rose as I remembered my promise to ask her permission everyday but, my desire did as well. I could almost hear her voice: "I mightn't want you to do it every day but you should ask me." My cock throbbed and I resisted the urge to jerk off right there. Instead, I tried to push the memory out of my mind, showered, dressed and ate a little breakfast. Time to do some work. But I knew, that no matter how much I tried to convince myself things were normal, I wasn't going to do any work today. I was going to fill in time until I could see her again. The the constant picture in my mind of her pulling her panties down from underneath her skirt made my cock quiver. I knew I wanted to kneel naked in front of her, to beg her to allow me to jerk off while she watched. And I wondered what panties she was wearing today. I had to ring her. The 'phone felt clammy as I dialled her office number at the store and waited for her answer. Clarissa, Georgina's assistant answered and put me through. "Hello?" Georgina's husky voice caressed my ear. "Hello, Georgina," I said hesitantly. "Louis," she said warmly. "How sweet of you to ring. Are you working hard?" "Yes," I lied, cock swelling at the sound of her voice. There was a slight pause and then she whispered down the line. "Do you remember last night?" "Ah....yes," I croaked. "It was sooo exciting, watching you like that." I flushed and my cock twitched. "I've been thinking about you a lot this morning." She giggled. "Maybe it's because I'm designing the lingerie display for our east window." My face burned and my hand shook. "My desk is covered in panties and bras. You should be here, Louis. Louis?" "Yes?" I gulped, "I'm here." She giggled softly. "I thought you might have fainted at the thought of all those pretty panties." Her voice hardened, just like my cock. "You like panties, don't you, Louis?" she said. "Yes," I whispered, a huge bulge showing in the front of my trousers. "Tell me." "I like pretty panties." "I thought you loved mine." "I do," I protested weakly. "Then tell me." "I love your pretty panties." She sighed. "That's nice." Her voice sharpened. "You're not doing it, are you, Louis?" "No," I said guiltily as my hand had been absently rubbing the bulge. "You can't ask me over the phone, Louis. That's not what you promised, is it?" "No." "I'll be home at six, Louis. Make sure you're there. We have lot's to talk about." I was restless, on edge and horny as the day crawled towards six. I left my spacious uptown apartment and rode a cab downtown to Georgina's where I arrived before six. Nervously, I rang the bell and waited. No answer and no sound inside so I sat on the step and waited. At about seven, I heard footsteps on the stairs and Georgina appeared. She was breathtaking. A silken peach blouse, a white pleated skirt that swirled around her thighs. White hose and shoes completed the picture. Without a word of apology for being late, she brushed past me and opened the door to her apartment, leaving a tantalising perfume trail behind her. I scrambled after her, shutting the door behind me and I started to say something but she just pointed to her bedroom as she sat down in her chair. "I'll wait for you here, darling," she said and my cock became alive. I knew what I had to do and quickly stripped my clothes from my trembling body. Blushing madly, I slowly walked into the other room with my cock rock hard to where Georgina regally sat in her chair. Her legs were crossed, exposing her wonderful thighs as she coolly watched me hesitate. I knelt in front of her and she smiled. "Yes, Louis?" she said. "Please," I stumbled. "Please let me jerk off." She studied me as I sweated and trembled in front of her. Suddenly, she uncrossed her legs, leaving them slightly apart. "Aren't you interested in my panties, Louis?" she teased. "Yes," I moaned and she shook her head slightly, a cross look on her full lips. I knew my mistake immediately. "Please may I see your pretty panties?" She smiled and her legs moved apart a little more as I strained to see up the folds of her skirt. With a sudden movement, she moved and stood behind me. "Hands behind your back, darling. I'm not ready to watch you play with yourself." Dumbly, I held my hands behind my back and felt her click something around my wrists. As she sat down in her chair once again, legs slightly apart and a small cold smile on her face, the humiliation hit me like a huge wave. I was naked, handcuffed, kneeling in front of this beautiful clothed woman and on the edge of spurting over her gorgeous legs. It was wonderful and I gave myself over to the feeling. The smile on her face told me she knew she had total control over me. She rested her hands on her thighs and slowly slid her skirt up a few inches. "Would you like to see my panties, darling?' she whispered and I nodded. The skirt slid over the white nylon for a moment, revealing the tops of her white stockings and she stopped. "Ask." Her soft voice went through me like electricity and I stared at those wonderful stocking tops and white garters. Georgina studied me through heavy lidded eyes, her legs moving more apart. "Ask," she repeated. "Please," I croaked. " Can I see your panties?" "I don't know if you can be trusted, Louis," she whispered. "I can," I cried. "Please," I begged in desperation, "please can I see your pretty panties?" "Crawl closer, Louis," she said and I did, staring down at her crotch covered by the white pleats of her skirt and concealing a treasure I longed to see. Slowly, she inched the skirt up until it was bunched around her waist, revealing a white lace panty framed by white garter belt and white sheer stockings. My cock jumped and surged. Her legs moved further apart and I stared, hypnotised by the beauty of black pubic hairs peeking through white lace. "Do you like my white panties, Louis?" "I love you pretty white panties, Georgina," I moaned. "Louis," she pouted, legs moving even further apart. "I'm allowing you to see my panties. Please show me some respect." "Yes," I gasped. "Yes." "Please call me Miss Georgina," she purred. "Miss Georgina," I cried. "I love your pretty white panties!" Another line had been crossed. "Would you like to kiss my panties, Louis?" "Please, Miss Georgina," I moaned, trembling on the verge, "please let me kiss your panties." "Come here, Louis," she whispered and I scrambled between her opening legs, hypnotised by the panty covered pussy. "Kiss the top of my stockings," she directed and I gently kissed the white band of nylon, her flesh next to my nose and her panties just inches away. Her musky smell washed over me and I could see her panties were becoming wetter by the second. I no longer needed prompting. "Please, Miss Georgina, " I begged, lifting my head, " Please let kiss your panties." She sighed, her legs moved open and I kissed the lovely lace that covered her pussy. I sat back waiting for her signal and she suddenly stood, pulled her panties down and sat down again, kicking the panties away. Georgina was breathing heavily as she pulled her skirt up again and exposed her pussy. Again, I needed no prompting. "Please Miss Georgina, can I kiss your pretty pussy?" I was desperate, her wet pinkness beckoned me and I no longer cared about my dignity or position. She gave a slight nod and I leaned my face into her wetness, her thighs closing around my ears and white stockings resting on my shoulders. I was lost in her heaven as I licked, kissed and used my tongue to elicit wonderful moans and sighs. Her legs tightened around me and I realised I was totally at her mercy but I didn't care as I sucked, licked and swallowed her sweet juices. Finally, after her loudest exclamation of pleasure, she pushed me away. I continued to kneel, face covered in her moisture with my cock throbbing and twitching madly. With a flourish, she picked up her panties and gently wiped her pussy as I stared, desperate for relief. She pouted. "Louis, you haven't thanked me." "Miss Georgina, thank you for letting me kiss your beautiful pussy!" "Beautiful, Louis?" she said as she idly wiped herself with the little ball of white lace, "you love my pussy?" I nodded widely, entranced by the wanton sight in front of me as she displayed her glistening pink folds framed by the wonderful dark hair. "As much as you love these?" she asked, unfolding the panties and holding them up. I stuttered and she smiled again. "I don't think you can make a choice, can you Louis?" "No," I murmured, "I love them both." She pulled her skirt down, leaned forward and dangled the panties in front of me. "Do you want these?" "Please, Miss Georgina," I croaked. "What, Louis?" she cooed. "Please can I jerk off into your pretty panties?" "Do you deserve them, Louis? You didn't thank me straight away, did you?" "I'm sorry, Miss Georgina," I whined, desperate with need. "No," she said, suddenly standing up, "you were a little naughty then, weren't you?" "Yes," I admitted, head hanging with disappointment. "Louis, " she said suddenly, looking down at me, "would you like me to move in with you? To share that big apartment of yours?" I jerked my head up. "Yes," I said, excitedly. "Well, ask then," she purred. "Please Miss Georgina, move into my apartment." She smiled and started walking to her bedroom, stoping at the door to look back at me. "Come on, Louis," she commanded. I started to struggle to my feet when her sharp voice stopped me. "Crawl to me, darling," she ordered. "I love to see your cock move around helplessly." I crawled in a clumsy fashion across the carpet, hands still handcuffed behind me and found her standing in front the chest of drawers, rummaging in her panty drawer. "Look at these, darling," she said holding up a pair of pink satin panties that were slightly larger than her other pairs. "They have little satin bows down the front and lace around the edges. Do you think they're pretty?" "Please, Miss Georgina," I started to beg. "Louis, " she interrupted. "Would you like to wear these pretty panties?" I gulped, stunned, excited and trembling with desire. "Please, Miss Georgina, please let me wear your pretty panties." She giggled. "Stand up," she said and giggled again as I struggled to my feet with my cock bobbing around. Slowly, she pulled the panties up my legs and over my straining cock. As she snapped the panties around my waist, my cock pulsed wildly as the satin closed around it with a gentle caress and she giggled slightly. "Louis, you look gorgeous in your pretty panties. I think the pretty satin and lace has made your cock grow even harder. Thank me, darling?" I knelt in front of her without prompting, feeling deliciously humiliated in my pink panties. "Thank you Miss Georgina for letting me wear your panties." She closed the drawer and sat on the edge of the bed and I turned on my knees to face her, her perfume washing over me as I wondered how I was going to get relief. I was desperate that she would let me cum and not punish me by making me wait until tomorrow. "Louis," she said, dangling her white panties in her hand, legs in white pressed together now. "I want you to get your apartment cleaned and ready for me tomorrow. Obviously, I'll have the large bedroom so make sure you've moved all your clothes out by tomorrow evening." She laughed when she saw my shocked face. "Louis, I have to have the extra room to store my clothes, especially my panties," she said, dangling the white panties in front of me and my cock slid around in the pink satin, leaving a growing wet spot in the lace bows. "You'll help me move tomorrow night." She leaned forward. "You do want me to move in with you, don't you?" she whispered, full red lips maddeningly close. "Yes," I moaned. "Sure?" "Yes, Please move in with me." She smiled and glanced down at my straining cock. "Do you want to ask me about that?" "Please Miss Georgina, " I croaked, "Please can I jerk off into your pretty panties?" She moved her face closer and breathed in my ear. "No." I felt like crying. "Please, please," I begged. "Please let me." Georgina sat back a little. "Why?" she said coldly. "I need to cum! Please, I need to!" I begged, cock desperately straining against the pink satin and lace of the panties I was wearing. "Ask me properly, then." "Please Miss Georgina, please let me cum. I'll do anything," I added in desperation and I knew another line had been crossed. "All right, darling, I'll let you cum but I'm not going to let you jerk off. We'll save that, Louis, for another time." She leaned closer, so closer I could have licked her lips with my tongue. Slowly, she caressed my nipple with the white lace panties. "Darling, I'm going to let you come in your pink satin panties." I groaned, trembling on the edge. "Don't shut your eyes," she said sharply. "I want you to see me. I can see you with your pink satin and lace panties stretched tight, showing off your cock. You remember these, darling?" she asked holding the white panties in front of my face and I nodded wildly, memories of her pussy flashing before me. "I'm going to let you smell and taste them. You'll love that, won't you?" she whispered and I nodded again. "Here, darling, smell them. Taste them, suck them." I sucked the panties into my mouth relishing the taste of her juices and the musky aroma washing over me. "Come for me, darling. Show me how much you like me to watch you in your panties, your beautiful pink girlish panties." I couldn't last any longer with the silken touch of the panties caressing my pulsing cock and I erupted with a guttural moan as I pumped a load of cum into the panties, my face screwed with the agony of pleasure. I came back to earth, still kneeling and my panties sodden with my cum. She leaned forward and brushed my hair from my eyes as I gasped for breath. Quickly, I remembered. "Thank you, Miss Georgina for letting me cum." A smile brightened her beautiful face and then clouded. "That's nice, darling but you still forgot before, didn't you?" I was miserable. "Yes, I'm sorry." "I know you are but I must punish you. Ask me, darling." "Miss Georgina, please punish me." Please, I silently prayed, don't stop me from cuming tomorrow. "Darling, I want you to wear those wet and sticky panties home under your jeans." I almost sighed in relief and smiled gratefully at her. "Don't forget to wash them, darling. Along with these," she said, dropping the white panties into my sodden lap. "They'll dry overnight and I want you wear the pink panties all day tomorrow, darling. Do you understand?" "Yes Miss Georgina." " And no jerking off without my permission!" "I promise, Miss Georgina." Perhaps another line had been crossed as I was grateful she had decided to punish me by making me wear wet panties home under my clothes. I realised I would do anything to keep her in my life. 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