Message-ID: <29410asstr$984805807@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: 16 Mar 2001 23:47:53.0785 (UTC) FILETIME=[84BD6290:01C0AE73] Subject: {ASSM} New Nessus:One Side of the Conversation (short) Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 00:10:07 -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: kelly, gill-bates 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 may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete the file. Otherwise ....enjoy! One Side of the Conversation By Nessus FD CB Mast Humil "Darling, stop that and come over here for a moment. We need to have a little talk. I know I told you to wash my clothes but you can finish that later. Sit here next to me." "I'm sorry, darling, I know I shouldn't giggle but it does feel strange with you naked except for your little chastity belt thing while I'm fully dressed. You think I would be used to it by now but, there you go." "Darling, I have some good news and some news you may take rather badly. Don't interrupt. I would think you wouldn't want to get me angry, darling. You should know better. Well, I should think you would want to apologise. Now, stop kissing my feet and sit back here." "Now, I think it's been about six weeks since I let you milk yourself. What? It's been ten weeks? My, how time slips away. No darling, I wasn't trying to punish you, I didn't realise it was so long. I do have other things on my mind, you know Martin can be demanding. Don't pout, darling, Martin is very good to me and not many women my age have such a young attentive lover." "I find these tantrums of yours very irritating. You know this is your entire fault! You were the one caught embezzling, not me! And Martin was obviously attracted to me and that's why he proposed the arrangement. You could have refused, darling, prison can be quite acceptable these days. It was your decisions and your complaining just gets me upset. Don't keep apologising, my feet are getting wet from your drool. Sit up here on the sofa." "Anyway, you remember Natalie, that nice lady doctor down at Croydon? I explained what had happened and she said males should not go for extended times without milking as it's bad for the prostrate or something." "Why shouldn't I tell her? It's not a secret is it? It's just a chastity belt, for God's sake! I don't care how embarrassing it is for you. Can I finish? All right, get back on the sofa and there is no need to start kissing my feet the moment I raise my voice. This is the good news. She said you should get milked at least once a month." "I know you said that, I just didn't believe you!. We both know you would tell me anything so you could get to play with that little thing of yours. I'm sorry, darling, but compared to Martin it is little. Don't be so sensitive. " "That's not true, I didn't know that when I married you. We both know I had nothing to compare it to and now Martin says his is just normal size so we both know yours must be tiny. It's really not important any more so can we forget it and move on? So, I've decided you should be milked at least once every four weeks and you can circle the day on the calendar in the kitchen so I won't forget and you'll have something to look forward to. Now, that's the good news. The questions is, how should you be milked?" "Darling, that is out of the question and it upsets me that you would suggest it. You should know better! You know Martin said I wasn't to touch any other cock than his and, frankly, I don't want to touch any others. His is enough for me and I just can't keep my hands off it. Anyway, jog my memory, darling, how did we milk you last time?" "I remember now. I know I shouldn't laugh but it was funny. You milked yourself while I let you look at my pussy. You had this funny look on your face as you stared at it and pulled at your little thing. I suppose that was nice for you as you don't get to see much of my pussy any more." "I think you are being spiteful. I don't flaunt myself to make things difficult for you. We are husband and wife and I just forgot to wear my dressing gown after a bath. I did have a little giggle at that pained look you get on your face. Anyway, that won't happen again." "I know you like to look at me but this is the bad news. Martin doesn't like anyone looking at me except him so I've agreed not to show myself to you again. I'm sorry, darling, but you don't get to see my breasts or my pussy again. I know it will be difficult for you but I must be fair to Martin." "I'm shocked! You are my husband, why would I let you look at another woman's pussy while you milk? That is completely out of the question." "I said it's out of the question. Don't get me angry! Natalie tells me I can just milk your prostate with the chastity belt on by using my finger up your bottom and you won't feel a thing! Apparently, it just dribbles out." "Stop kissing my foot, darling. I don't think I'll do it that way, not yet anyway. I'm going to let you milk yourself, darling, can you get the handcuffs?" "You shouldn't run like that in the house, you nearly knocked over Aunt Georgina's vase. Yes, I can see you've got the handcuffs, lock your ankle to the sofa. Hurry up, I have to be at Martin's in half an hour and I don't want to keep him waiting." "Good boy. Here's the key to the chastity thing." "I'm sorry, darling, I know I shouldn't laugh but it is small compared to Martins. It's not your fault and I know nature can be cruel. Don't get upset. You can milk yourself now, darling and I have a little present for you. Here you are, a pair of my panties, the pink ones you used to love." "Yes, I've been wearing them. You don't think I would give you clean ones to mess up, do you? Ooh how disgusting, darling, smelling them like that. You really are desperate, aren't you? Now, promise me you won't tell Martin. I know he'll get upset if he finds out you've been playing with yourself in my panties." "Well, that was quick, darling. Martin takes forever and I use my mouth with him. You are so fast with just your own hand. A few rubs, a little spurt and it's all over until next month. Lock the chastity thing on and I'll give you the key to the handcuffs." "Darling, why ever are you crying? Don't you like married life?" (Nessus29@hotmail.com) All my stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) _________________________________________________________________________ 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+