Message-ID: <29889asstr$987448202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Adam1076@webtv.net (Adam Stark) X-Original-Message-ID: <12212-3ADAFC4D-179@storefull-115.iap.bryant.webtv.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAuAhUAjDoEhDjnJRoRXCSOPMIsoDnmq98CFQCq42qfSEmND8jA4gjv3mOv2e5pZw== Content-Disposition: Inline Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom)#7 Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2001 15:10:02 -0400 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, t4425 Part - 7 Hearing my name being unexpectedly announced over the PA speaker nearly made me jump out of my skin, as at that moment all of my attention was focused on the small vase that I had just started to work on glazing . Looking over at Mrs Petrie, who was I saw up to her elbows in raw clay, and who as the PA finished its over-modulated invitation saw me looking towards her, at which point she nodded her head full of red hair (which she had tied back into a pony tail) towards her desk and told me (over the din that permeated the room once again as the PA quit) to get a green hall pass out of the second drawer down, and to put my things away before I left. So as a result of having to put my vase away and to take off my faded denim apron, it was a full two minutes before I was ready to head on out the door, to find out why of all people they wanted me. Fortunately for me the offices were almost right next door, so it only took me a few seconds to briskly make my way down the couple of hundred feet of empty hallway, which helped even more as being as small as I was it felt like swimming upstream someday's when I had to make a class quick. Seeing the three grim faced women, who were (I saw) gathered around the secretaries desk as I came in thru the office doors (without clue one what I was in for), bothered me for some reason right off the bat, so it was about a minute (while as well I was slightly distracted by the Principle, who was asking me a few questions that I needed to focus all my attention on to answer) that I finally sensed that there was a boy in the room, at which point it hit me like a slap in my face that Dennis was here as well, and I immediately sensed that he was scared to death that I would be mad at him for telling them everything, which made me sick to my stomach as I knew I was in Deep Shit! Just then Principle Hanshaw shook me out of my shock as she told me to get my ass into her office Chop Chop, which I meekly did at that point as I saw no profit in making a scene! Anyway as I stood in front of her desk with head properly bowed, when I heard the door close behind me (like the sound one expects to hear just as one is being sealed in a tomb in an undead condition) I prayed to any God that was listening, to please come down, and to save me at that point from a fate I thought to be worse than death! After about a minute of just staring at me with a look that almost made me want to pee my pants, the Principle suddenly thrust out her hand palm upwards and said to me "Okay Missy lets have the Key!" at which point I damn near did! Telling (in my most humble voice) that I didn't have it with me, as I only had the one key, and that I had left it home for fear of loosing it, but I would be happy to go home and get it for her, she again went back into stare mode, and after giving a heaving sigh she reached over and lifted the receiver up to her ear, and after punching one of the flashing lights on the phones console she said to someone on the other end "Okay Melissa we need you"! Standing there for God knows how many minutes, suddenly I felt the swish of air hit me as the door soundlessly opened, and out of the corner of my eye I saw an older woman (dressed in white) come into the room caring a bundle, who I didn't recognize but from her appearance I assumed she was somekind of nurse. Setting her burden on top of the Principles desk I saw, as she undid a few snaps and then unrolled the bundle, a variety of instruments which were neatly arranged, from small tweezers on one end which looked like the kind that could trim the hair on a mousses balls, to a pair of pliers that looked like they could cut steel nails. Then as I watched with growing trepidation the Principle then looked over at Dennis, and without being told ( which made me probe his mind to find out that the Principle told him earlier that he might have to have it cut off) he stood up and walked over to her desk, at which point he undid the belt on his pants and dropped them in front of all of us in the room. Immediately I felt coming from him (as he stood there holding up his shirt with both hands) a tremendous wave of shame and humiliation as he was (I sensed) scared to death of exposing himself to a roomful of women. Looking at the other women in the room, what I saw on their faces (as I heard the nurse curse, as she tried to cut the padlock and failed) was this look of sick disgust on their faces, strangely though what I felt at that moment was this sexual rush, as I simply loved the feelings that came from him, especially when the nurse pulled out this smaller pair of scissors and started to cut the leather portions of the device! In fact when she started doing that, and his feelings of shame and fear increased manifold I knew if I hand not been in the situation I was now in, I might have reached down into my pants and started to finger myself as I started to feel myself getting wet down there. Finally having severed the last piece of leather holding the now mangled chastity onto his cock and balls, they flopped free into the open air, and as I saw and felt the feelings coming from him (after being encased in the device for three days now) he without hesitation started to get an erection, which was the last straw for me as at that point I leaned forward against the Principles desk, and as quietly as I could manage it I had a violent orgasm, which left me so weak in the knees I fell down (which looked I thought to the world as if I was praying) ! Feeling a pair of hands under my arm pits I was helped up, and then crab walked over to the overstuffed chair I had seen in the corner, at which point as I turned to sit down I saw that it was the Vice Principle who had helped me. Wanting to bathe in the post orgasmic afterglow, but fearing the wrath that it would bring down upon me I sat there and tried too hide my feelings as best I could, at which point as I glanced down the front of my pants I noticed (with horror) that I now had this large wet spot in my pants at around the crotch area. Putting my hands down between my legs to try to hide the stain I looked up to see that the nurse had put away her tools, and that Dennis had pulled up his pants and was now back in his chair softly crying to himself, which was probably the worst moment that could have been chosen for his mother to suddenly waltz in thru the door. After looking around the room, and then looking at her son she immediately (I assumed) saw what had transpired in the time her son had spent here, at which point she then gave me the dirtiest look I had ever gotten in my life, after which she reluctantly broke the look and turned to the Principle and told her like she was in charge, that she was going to take her son to her doctor in order to have him looked at, and she then turned and asked the nurse if she could please come along with them to let the Doctor in on the particulars of what had happened. When the door closed behind them I saw Miss Banning lean over and whisper in the Principles ear, which bought on (I saw) a surprised look on her face, as she quickly glanced at me as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard. Then it was simply a matter of waiting for my mother to show, as in the time I waited not one word was spoken, as the arms on the clock on the wall seemed to me to be running so slow, I wouldn't have been surprised to see them to have started to run backwards. Eventually though mom came in thru the door, and the first thing I noticed was this look of confusion come over her face, but then as she always did she tried to take the offensive, at which point that fucking Principle pulled out the cut up chastity, and as I saw the look of total confusion come over moms face that was to much for me to hold back the emotions I had bottled up inside of me as I started to feel the tears start to well up, and as I started to cry like a little girl I jumped up and ran out the door, desperately looking for a restroom tat I could use, as I was feeling so sick to my stomach I was half afraid that I would hurl all over the floor! 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