Message-ID: <28246asstr$978667807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT) X-Original-Message-ID: <20010104124806.07551.00016710@ng-cs1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Repost: A Mommy's Torment, Pt. 7 X-Original-Subject: Repost: A Mommy's Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 23:10:07 -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: RuiJorge, newsman This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written permission of the author. A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Copyrighted by the author: MastrKink@yahoo.com. More of this story plus pics, movies and member's submissions at http://www.egroups.com/group/MastrKink A Mommy's Torment, Pt. 7 Sandra wondered once again as she always did, why she kept coming back for more. She had a good life and wonderful children, so why wasn't it enough? And why did she participate in these sick demented sexual activities? Because it made her feel alive was why. Something just for her pleasure instead of being at the beck and call of family and work. So as she pulled into the hotel parking lot, once again her breathing rate increased and she could feel the moistness begin in her crotch. She was dressed as her Master commanded; short skirt, simple tank top and no underwear. The little nipple loops that he had sent were on her turgid tips and she just knew everyone could see them as they poked through the thin material and jiggled with each step as she walked inside the hotel and started searching the lobby for her him. She found him sitting over in the corner, watching people as always and sat down as he commanded with a flick of his eyes. He was as polite as always, asking about her children and family. How was work? All those mundane events in her life that paled compared to the excitement she felt being in his presence and for the afternoon to come. Without a word, he stood and beckoned for her to follow him around the corner where it was more secluded. Then she noticed the dog leash in his hand and wondered what he was going to do with that. Quick as a flash, he lifted up her top and fastened the clip around the cord that ran between her nipples and she immediately felt the weight of the chain as it tugged on her hard nipples. With her top pulled back down and the leash balled up in their hands as he took hers in his, he started across the lobby towards the elevators. Sandra just knew that everyone could see what was going on and could see the tiny bit of bright metal chain that appeared at her waist, but still she made no sound, just followed her Master and felt the excitement build in her chest as it always did. Magically, the elevator arrived just as they did and the doors closed behind them, but not before a few young women entered. They looked like college kids, Sandra thought, and smiled as she remembered her school days and the innocence of her sexual experiences then. They'll learn! She felt rather than saw as he let go of the chain and it unraveled and pulled on her tits. Then he stepped a few feet away still holding the leather handle and pulling her top out from her body a bit. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see one of the girls' eyes go big as she realized where the leash led and what it might be fastened to. Without even looking at her, he spoke and told the young lady that, it was OK, go ahead and ask, she would show them where it led to if they wanted to. They giggled and stammered, but finally the most bold did just that and asked Sandra to show her where the chain led to. Don't ask, her Master stated, just tell her, "Show me, slave." The silence was deafening to Sandra and as if it came from a far away place, she heard the girl say just that, and without a thought, Sandra lifted her top so they could see her turgid nipples with their little cuffs and the leash snapped to the cord between them pulling on her tits. As the blush spread from her face down to her chest, they reached their floor and the door opened and without a backward glance, her Master pulled on the leash and walked out the door leaving behind three very shocked and thoughtful college girls with echoes of "oh, my gaaaaawd" behind them. They walked down the corridor and the doubts flooded Sandra once again about what she was doing, but she knew that she couldn't stop, this thrill was just too addictive. Once in the room he ordered her to strip. Removing the nipple cuffs, he fastened her slave collar around her neck and fastened the leash to that. Pulling out his favorite handcuffs, they went on her wrists with her hands behind her, ordering her to kneel on the floor while he called room service. He made the call, ordering up their lunch and asking how soon would it arrive. Then he took the leash in his hands and led her over to the closet on her knees. Clearing space for her inside, he got her situated on the floor and then wrapped the leash around the closet rod and took a seat continuing their conversation that started in the lobby. Time went by and then there was a knock on the door. He got up and closed the closet door almost shut, leaving it an inch or so open so she could see out and hopefully, no one could seen in very easily Sandra's heart hammered as she watched the waiter deliver the food and set the tray on the desk. He was oblivious to her presence in the room. The possibility of discovery was so frightening and yet exciting too. Once the waiter had left, her Master came over for her and once again led her across the room to her place beside him. She watched as he ate, taking the time to feed her as well and giving her little sips of water to wash it down with. Humiliating; yet so comforting as well since a Master should look after his property. Once he was done, he made her stand and told her to come over to the door and hold it open while he placed the tray outside. Without a thought, she backed up to the open door and held it there as he walked outside and placed their tray on the floor. It wasn't until the door was shut that Sandra realized that she had stood there where anyone could have seen her nakedness without a thought, only the desire to obey ringing through her mind. My submission is truly complete, she thought as he grabbed the leash once again and asked if she was ready for the afternoon's events. "Yes, Sir, I'm ready to obey." MasterKink "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain." -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+