Message-ID: <28212asstr$978613803@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 01:58:37.0138 (UTC) FILETIME=[AF965320:01C07528] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 15/30 (FD MC) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 08:10:03 -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 15/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil I was surprised when she drove to her apartment. Up three flights of stairs, carrying the parcels while she took the elevator. She had told me I had to lose a little weight so regular exercise was important. Once inside the apartment, she motioned for me to place the parcels on the bench. "Strip," Julie said while she rummaged in one of the parcels, pulling out a pair of brief white swimming briefs. "Like them?" she said holding them up. "I don't know," I answered obediently, naked with that stupid ribbon around my cock and the head of my cock painted bright red with lipstick. Julie laughed so much at the lipstick on my cock that she had to wipe a tear away from the corner of her eye. "Fantastic!" she gasped. "How do I think of these things!" Still laughing, she pulled the camera from her bag. "Hannah's going to love this!" Click! Click! Julie then tossed me some tissues. "Wipe it off," she commanded and I got most of the dammed stuff off. God, I wished I could jerk off, I needed to cum "Assume the position." I took that meant to kneel so I did while she produced a pair of scissors and started cutting the lining out of the swimmers. "I took a guess on your size," she said and suddenly giggled. I cleared my throat." Julie," I began," and she looked down at me. My throat was dry, my cock was hard and I felt humiliated having to ask. "Can I please cum?" "Horny, are we?" she sneered and I nodded. "You haven't even seen my panties today. Would you like to see them?" she taunted. A mental image of her transparent panties from yesterday leapt into my mind. I nodded. "Ask," she demanded. "Julie," I begged. "Can I please see your panties?" A small victory smile played on her face as she lifted her short skirt to reveal black lace panties. My cock throbbed. "Like them?" she whispered. "Oh, yes," I moaned. "Can I please jerk off?" "And cum?" she teased. "Please! Please!" I begged. "I need to!" She dropped her skirt hard look on her face. "No," she stated coldly. "You don't deserve to." "Please," I moaned. "I'll do anything!" I sobbed. "You will any way," she sneered and my heart sank while my cock bobbed and waved in front of my bald crotch. "Here, stand up and try these on. You can take the ribbon off." As I struggled to pull the swimmers on, I realised they were a little small but I finally got them on. They were so tight, the outline of my hard cock and bald balls was visible and the lack of a lining made it worse. It was more obscene than being naked. "Turn around," and, as I did, she laughed. "You red ass still shows the whipping. Good." Pointing at the floor, she said, "Wait here," and walked to another room. Sighing with frustration, I knelt on the floor. A little later, she returned, looking stunning in a black one piece swimming suit. Hair pulled back and sun glasses perched on her head, she produced a red lipstick. "Hold still," she ordered and she applied the lipstick to my mouth while I knelt in front of her. Julie studied her handiwork. "Perfect. Come here," she beckoned to a full length mirror and I cringed in embarrassment when I saw the reflection. It wasn't me any more. Short blonde hair, red lipstick, pink collar and tight white swimming briefs with the shape my cock clearly out lined. I felt humiliated. Click! Click! More pictures of my down fall. "What are you going to do?" I whispered, fearful of her next commands. "You need exercise," she smiled. "A little swim. The pool is on the first floor. You can walk down while I take the elevator." I gasped in horror. "No, Julie, please." Her steely gaze showed no mercy. "Get going." Nervously, I slipped into the corridor and into the stairwell. Heart pounding, I slowly walked down the two flights without seeing anyone, much to my relief. Julie was stretched out on a recliner, sunglasses on, when I crept out to the pool deck. To my embarrassment, I saw there were some women in bikinis lounging around the pool and I heard whispered comments and giggles. "Come here, toy," Julie said loudly and there were more giggles. "Rub my back with oil," she directed. I poured oil onto my hands and started rubbing her smooth back. "Now my thighs." My cock stirred in it's tight prison as I rubbed the oil into her long legs. Julie looked down at the outline of my hard cock. "Looks like you need cooling off," she said. "Swim a few laps." Gratefully, I slipped into the pool and swam up and down a few times. I stood up and looked around for Julie. She beckoned me and I climbed out of the pool to the grins and wolf whistles of the group of women. Face burning, I looked down. The swimming briefs had become almost transparent and my cock and balls were exposed. Julie laughed. "Come here, toy and massage my feet." Crouching next to the recliner, I dutifully massaged her feet while my ears burnt from the giggles and laughter coming from the other group. Finally, one of the women, dressed in a yellow bikini stood looking down at me while I massaged. "He always do what you want?" she asked and Julie nodded, grinning. "Stand up, toy," she ordered. "Show her your butt." I turned around and the woman whistled, a broad smile on her face. The other women gathered around and giggled. "I like his briefs," one of them commented. "And his collar," another commented while I stood in humiliation. Julie stood up and gathered her things. "I've got to go upstairs. You can keep him for a while, if you like." The women looked uncertainly at each other for a moment "Don't worry, he will do everything you say. And I mean everything." "Ok," said the women in the yellow bikini. "Sure!" Afraid, I looked pleadingly at Julie but she ignored it. "Toy," she instructed, "you are to obey these ladies and do everything the say. Understand?" Hanging my head, I murmured, "Yes, Julie," and she walked away, leaving me alone. The women cheered and for the next hour, I massaged, rubbed oil and got drinks for the women. Most of the time, I had a hard cock and they took great delight in watching me get hard, then making me swim to help me lose the erection. Then, it would start all over again. Finally, they demanded I pull the swimming briefs down and they laughed at my shaven balls. I wished the ground world swallow me up because, at that precise moment, Julie returned with the camera. Click! Click! At last, I was allowed to pull those tight white swimming briefs up and follow Julie to the car. She had piled some packages and boxes in the back seat but I couldn't see my clothes. Right now, I would even welcome the pantyhose back. "Please, Julie," I asked tentatively. "Can I get dressed?" "You are dressed," she grinned. "Get in." 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