Message-ID: <28241asstr$978660605@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 02:16:13.0121 (UTC) FILETIME=[25008B10:01C0752B] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Wicked Game 6 (FD Mast CB magic) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 21:10:05 -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, 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 the file. Otherwise ....enjoy! The Wicked Game Chronicles: Book 1. The Devil and Mr Brownlow. (Part 6.) by Nessus FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic I threw myself into my work for the rest of the afternoon and became so focused I didn't notice when people started to go home. Troy stood at my workstation and waved a piece of paper at me. "Guess I got to congratulate you," he said. "When did you know you were moving up?" "This morning," I said truthfully. "I got called up to Ms Duivel's office." "Oh yeah?" "It was a surprise. How long has she been with the company?" "I don't exactly remember," he said vaguely. "Seems like forever." "She's an interesting woman." "Watch her, buddy. She's a tough bitch." "Is she?" I said, feeling the tightness around my cock. You don't know how tough, I thought. "A real ball breaker," he said and I had to silently agree. "Nice little group you're in." He offered the memo and I took it, looking for my name. There were five names in the new group, mine, Tom Longeron, Thelma Byrd, Rebecca Lorenzo and Sandra Wallace. A cosy little group of two men and three women. Troy studied me carefully. "You look different." "I had my hair cut during lunch." "Oh yeah, right. So, you're moving up. So long eleventh floor. Hello seventeen. When do you move?" "I don't know." "It says that Sandra Wallace is the Project Leader. Guess she'll tell you. Catch you later, man. I've got a little honey waiting." He left and I felt a twinge of envy. With the device encasing my cock, it wasn't possible for me to enjoy a `little honey'. "Hey," Troy called from the elevator. "Almost forgot. A package came for you. It's next to my desk." The doors closed and I was alone in the office. Slowly, I walked to Troy's office, the device feeling strange around my cock as I moved. The package contained a small mobile phone, a single door key and nothing else. I examined them both for clues but found none. Switching the phone on, I packed up and went home. Once home, I shook off my pants and carefully examined the metal tube and ring that encircled my cock and balls. It was fitted very snugly and I couldn't see any possible way of removing it by myself. Sighing, I perched on the toilet to pee and wondered if success was worth all this. I had to admit that I felt a tingle sexual anticipation though and wondered what Ms Lucy Duivel had planned. I changed out of my business clothes into more casual attire and sat to watch TV when, suddenly, the mobile phone rang. "Hello," I said hesitantly. "Go to the top floor, apartment 14b and wait for me there," Ms Duivel said and rung off. That sexual tingle came back as I picked up the door key that came with the phone and walked quickly to the elevator. Apartment 14b was more spacious than mine and had furniture and furnishings of better quality. Nervously, I perched on the edge of the sofa and waited. It wasn't long before Lucy Duivel swept in, closing the door behind her, still dressed in her charcoal business suit. I jumped up to greet her. "Good evening, Ms Duivel." "There's some champagne in the ice box. Open it and pour me a glass." I quickly did so and placed the bubbling glass on a small table next to the sofa as she made herself comfortable. She hung her jacket and sat down, her large breasts prominent in the tight silk of her blouse. "Strip," she said, sipping the champagne. Without hesitation, I stripped naked while she watched. From now on, when you are told to come here, you will waited naked. Understand?" From now on? How long was this little game going on? "Of course, Ms Duivel." She smiled at the device around my genitals. "How does that feel?" "Uncomfortable," I said. "Is that a fact?" she smiled cruelly. Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and slid her skirt up. I gasped when I saw she was wearing stockings and garters and my cock swelled in its prison, causing a ripple of pain to ride through me. She laughed when she saw my grimace. "Guess I've got that under control." Ms Duivel slid her skirt down and sipped the champagne. "I've kept my end of the bargain," she said. "You keep yours and everything will be ok." "Ms Duivel, how long do I have to keep this on?" I whined, gesturing at the device. "Until I say so. You could call this agreement off and find someone to remove it. Probably have to use a metal saw or some cutting tool." I winced at the thought and she giggled. "I'd pay to watch that so let me know if you decide to get it cut off." She languidly lay back on the sofa. "I like having control and I like having a handsome naked young man totally under my control. It's very horny and it will become addictive for you. Come here." I moved before her and she motioned me to kneel before her. Smiling she widened her legs and I stared into the darkness of her skirt, my cock rebelling against the tube. "Take my shoes off." My hands trembled as I slipped her high-heels off and held her warm nylon covered foot in my palms. "Massage," she said dreamily and I caressed and kneaded her feet, provoking little murmurs of pleasure from her. Slowly, she allowed her legs to slide apart, revealing her grey stocking tops, garter belt and black silken panties. My cock ached in its tube as I stared at her panties while massaging her feet. Suddenly, I sensed her looking at me and raised my eyes to her smiling face. "Would you like to kiss my stockings?" she said huskily and I nodded frantically. "Kiss them," she instructed and, fighting the pain gripping my cock, I leaned forward to gently let my lips kiss the nylon of her stocking tops, my cheek caressing the white soft skin of her inner thigh. "Does it hurt?" she asked huskily and I raised my face from the nylon. "Yes Ms Duivel," I whimpered, hoping she would take mercy on me. "Good," she whispered and she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and I gaped at the pink puffy lips of her pussy surrounded by trimmed blonde hair. It was like I was hypnotised by the lewd sight and I felt drawn by the musky perfume of her cunt to bury my face in her depths. Her dew lay on the ridges and lips and I could tell she was incredibly aroused. So was I and yet, I was also in terrible pain as my cock vainly fought against its metal prison. My tongue played over her pussy and I felt her fingers play with my hair as she guided me closer and closer until my face was mashed against her wetness. My cock screamed in torment as I licked, kissed and probed until her trembling thighs gripped my head and her hand pulled my face tight against her. A throaty guttural moan escaped her, her beautiful face drawn in passion, eyes closed as she lolled on the sofa in orgasm and rode my face to her ultimate pleasure. Exhausted, I slumped back as she released me, my cock aching and I begged with my eyes for relief. After a moment, she shakily stood and disappeared into what was obviously the bathroom. She was again the composed woman of power when she returned. Putting her jacket on, she smiled down at me. "Have a good night," she said, opening the door. Frustrated, incredibly frustrated, I watched the door close and I swore I could hear her laughing. 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