Message-ID: <28210asstr$978610208@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 01:55:14.0854 (UTC) FILETIME=[37043C60:01C07528] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 10/30 (FD MC) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 07:10:08 -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, IceAltar 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! Stocking Tops Part 10/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil The hotel lobby was busy with conference delegates lining up to check in. Serena and company must have checked in early to have a little party together before the formalities. Well, they got something different, I thought and blushed at the mental image that suddenly formed. It was some sort of retail conference and the delegates came from all over the world. The language difficulties together with the usual reservation errors meant checking out was not that easy. Julie took one look at the line and said, " You take care of this, Roy. I'll be over there." She waved her hand at the lobby shops next to the coffee lounge. It took almost forty minutes to finally get the bill, pay it and get out of the milling crowd of delegates in front of the reception desk. I looked around for Julie but couldn't see her as I scanned the shops. As I turned towards the coffee shop, I saw her perched on a stool and sipping coffee while reading a magazine, some small packages next to her. My eyes were drawn to her long legs and the short tennis skirt and, as a mental image of her transparent panties flashed into my mind, my cock stirred against the metal of my pants zipper. She spotted me and waved me over while finishing off her coffee. "You can carry those," she said and walked off towards the elevators. Scooping up the small packages, I scurried after her. We took the elevator down to the car park and I pointed towards my BMW. "Give me the keys," she said. "I'll drive." Tentatively, I held out the keys and she unlocked the car, slid into the drivers seat. "Get in," she snapped. Placing the packages in the back seat, I clambered in next to her, shutting the door behind me. She slid the keys into the ignition but didn't kick the engine over. Instead, she sat back into the seat and looked at me. "You're in a hell of situation, aren't you?" I felt a sudden surge of hope. Maybe she was going to release me, erase the commands and let me get back to my life! Maybe she saw that hope in my eyes because she smiled. "Don't think I'm going to let you get back to normal `cause I'm not." My face fell. "Why? What have I done to you? Why are you doing this?" She leaned back and smiled again. "I'll explain it to you, Roy," she said calmly, "and what I'm going to tell you here, you will not tell Hannah. Or anyone else," she added. "Understand?" I nodded. "It's very simple, Roy. I love Hannah." "But so do I!" "Do you? I don't think so or you wouldn't have screwed around. But, " she said, waving dismissively, "I don't care what you feel. But I do care what Hannah feels and right now, she still has a little affection for you." "She loves me!" I protested. Julie laughed. "I don't think so. Why would she do the things she has?" "She's angry with me." "Yes, Roy, she is. And I'm going to keep her angry with you and I'm going to reduce you to nothing. In her eyes you will become nothing more than an object of derision. A slave." I was horrified. "You can't......" "Can't I? Just watch. I'm going to humiliate you, beat you until you are no longer a person worthy of her. And, believe Roy, she will see you that way! She'll think of you as nothing more than an obedient animal." "I'll go away!" I pleaded. "We'll get a divorce!" "I can't wait for that and I can't let Hannah start thinking about you and your relationship. No warm memories to make her change her mind. No messy property settlements. No, I'm going to break you, to reduce you to a pet. You've lost her, your life, your control and I've won. End of conversation." She smiled coldly. "Do you understand?" "Yes," I heard myself say. "You are our toy. What are you?" "I'm your toy." My throat felt blocked and I felt like crying. My life was destroyed. "Now," she said, smiling broadly. "Pull your pants down around your ankles." Without question I unbuckled my stupid belt, raised myself slightly and pulled my pants down completely to expose my cock and shaven balls. My buttocks hurt again as I sat back down. "Good," Julie said, smiling at my embarrassed look. "You liked my panties before. Look." With that she spread her legs and raised her skirt. As I stared at those sheer panties and her bald pussy lips spread against the transparent fabric, my cock rose into full height. Smiling in satisfaction, she rummaged in her bag an pulled the camera out. "Start jerking off," she commanded. Click! Click! "Ok," she said, putting the camera away. "Enough." I stopped and waited. Julie leaned over and pulled the seat belt over my arms and locked it in. Reaching into the rear seat, she produced a thin pink ribbon from one of her packages. Giggling, she tied a bow around the base of my twitching cock. "Now, my little slave is about to be shown off." She smoothed her skirt down, slipped her seat belt on and started the engine. Laughing softly, she reversed out of the car space and roared up the ramp into the street. As I blinked in the late afternoon sun, I felt horribly exposed. My cock remained hard and was plainly visible as we drove down the street. "Please," I pleaded. "Don't do this to me." I cringed in the seat. Julie laughed. "Spread those legs. I want everyone to see your shaved balls and the ribbon!" We drove next to a large off road vehicle with a women driver who casually looked down. I blushed as I saw the startled look on her face replaced with laughter and she turned to talk to someone else in her vehicle. "Look," said Julie, pointing. "A school bus." The lettering on the bus said it was an exclusive private girls school. "Let's give them a peek," Julie laughed and I wanted the ground to swallow me up. We slowed down as we drove past the bus and I saw teen aged girls pointing and laughing at me as I winced in embarrassment. Totally humiliated and defeated, I slumped in the seat as we drove around the city. Soon, Julie tired of her game and she drove to her apartment. After she parked the car, she took a few more humiliating photos. "Hannah and I will love looking at these, showing them to our friends," she said. As she gathered her things, she threw a flat package onto the seat next to me. "Wear those to work tomorrow," she said. "No underwear. No socks. Got it?" I nodded resignedly. "And," she added laughing, "keep the ribbon on. `Bye, `bye, toy," she sneered as she left the car. It took me a few moments to get free of the seat belt and to pull my pants up over my be-ribboned cock and stinging buttocks. Curiously, I opened the package she had left behind. Pantyhose! Black, sheer to waist pantyhose! I stared moodily up at her apartment building and wondered what she had in store for me next. End Part 10/30. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+