Message-ID: <28225asstr$978628207@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 01:50:40.0038 (UTC) FILETIME=[9336A460:01C07527] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 4/30 (FD MC) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 12:10:07 -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, RuiJorge 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 4/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil That night I begged Hannah to stop, to remove the command. I would do anything, I pleaded. I followed her around, begging until she stopped . "Roy, get this through your head," she said, eyes glinting. "I can make you do anything now. I don't need your permission." I froze. She was right, I was totally under her control and had no way of stopping her. "Do you understand, Roy?" she said coldly. Dumbly, I nodded, head bowed. It was no use. She waited a moment for it to sink in and then said, "Destiny." I don't know how long I was out but, after looking at my watch, I guessed about twenty minutes. Hannah was all ready in her room when I looked up so I had no idea what new command she had programmed into me. Later, that night, I heard Hannah move from the bathroom into her bedroom. She was wearing a long negligee and black stockings. "Roy," she called and I quickly walked in. She was seated on the side of the bed. "Roy, darling, I want to show you something." This time, I found myself stripping all my clothes off, tossing them everywhere as she watched me, smiling. I fell to my knees, naked, in front of her as she parted her gown, revealing a black garter belt and stockings, her pussy level with my face. "Look Roy," she whispered, "Pretty pussy." The urge to sink my face into her cunt was overwhelming. I tenderly licked and kissed, sucked and rubbed while she lay back on the bed. I usually don't like doing this but now, I wanted to, I needed to. Finally, she came, the orgasm sweeping through her as she cried out. I kept tenderly licking the insides of her thighs until she tousled my hair and said, "Enough, Roy." Suddenly, I no longer needed to lick her and I sat back on my heels, her juices glistening on my face, my cock rock hard and throbbing with a desperate urge to cum. Hannah sighed in contentment as she swept past me, arranging the gown around her and sat down at her dressing table. My cocked throbbed and I needed release "Please," I whispered, begging. Hannah turned and looked at me, still kneeling on the floor with a rock hard cock and laughed softly as she pulled her gown apart. "Look Roy, " she laughed coldly. "Stocking tops." I stared at those tops of black nylon and lacy garter straps. Almost with relief, I gripped my cock and started pulling. I was excited and humiliated again. Gasping, I brought myself to the edge but couldn't cross over. Desperately, my hand flew up and down my straining cock but I couldn't cum. I heard her laugh softly and it hit me. She's programmed me not to cum! My hand continued it's task but with no end in sight. "Do you want to cum, Roy?" she smiled. "Yes," I gasped desperately. "Yes!" "Well, you better ask me, then." "Please Hannah," I cried. My hand was still pulling my hard cock. "Please let me cum," I begged. Hannah slowly walked over to stand over me, a black stocking in her hand. Disdainfully, she dropped it over my face. "Are you sure you want to cum, Roy?" she teased. I nodded my head, balling the black stocking in my other hand. "You know what to do with that," she said and I held the ball of nylon near my red cock. "Cum, Roy," she ordered. "Cum now!" I groaned as I pumped load after load into the wad of nylon, my whole body out of my control, shaking and heaving as she watched me. Panting, I sank back on my heels, my cock shrinking, sweat running over my naked body and a sodden ball of black nylon in my hand. "I think you should thank me," she said softly. I kept my head bowed. "Thank you, Hannah," I whispered in shame. "That may have to last you for a while," she threatened. "Now," she said sharply, "run along like a good little boy and wash that out." I felt so low as I scrambled around picking my clothes up. Hannah sat at her dressing table brushing her hair and humming sweetly to herself, ignoring me totally. Scrambling out the door with a bundle of clothes and a wet ball of nylon, I leaned against the corridor wall and wondered what she was going to dream up next. She was a doctor, for God's sake! Who knows what she could do to me! The realisation that I was totally under her control swept over me once again. There was no way out. Sighing, I walked slowly to my room to wait for the new day and whatever it would bring. Behind me, I heard her laugh softly to herself. 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