Message-ID: <32829asstr$1002276602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20011004232338.71839.qmail@web20008.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don Winslow X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2001 16:23:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "My Teacher, My Pet: The Sequel" (Part 1) D/s, m/F, humil, spnkng [1/3] Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2001 06:10:02 -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, dennyw __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? NEW from Yahoo! GeoCities - quick and easy web site hosting, just $8.95/month. http://geocities.yahoo.com/ps/info1 <1st attachment, "MTMP2.1.txt" begin> My Teacher, My Pet -- The Sequel (D/s, m/F, humil., spnkng.) By Don Winslow Part 1 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Our story so far..Melissa Parker, an attractive blond school teacher in her early 30s finds herself obsessed with one of her students. Keith Crosby has a fatal combination of boyish charm and masculine dominance that thrills her to the core. The lovers have no choice but to flee the small Georgia town in the face of a society that refuses to understand how mature, adult woman, a teacher at that, could fall hopelessly in love with a teenaged boy. The original story "My Teacher, My Pet" may be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The pretty blonde in the light summery dress was in a hurry. She strode purposely, with head lowered, scurrying across the hot asphalt of the parking lot, clicking heels moving at a brisk pace. She looked neither right or left from behind the pair of oversized sun glasses she wore. Melissa Parker was a woman on a mission. She knew what she had to do; yet one more task to be performed, distasteful even humiliating though it might be. She only hoped she could get it over with quickly. then get the hell out of there. He had sent her on this mission, and, of course, she had to do his bidding. This boy who was her lover. This beautiful, imperious boy. Her "golden boy" - the name she secretly gave him,.like a god, a young Adonis. She thought of him now, bare chested in the morning sun, the blunt slabs of his smoothly sculpted chest, practically hairless, with just the lightest fleece; his tapering nude torso, taut, flattened belly; and of course.his cock. His beautiful cock. She couldn't get enough of that lusty young penis, so sensitive, so vibrant and strong, ready to spring up and present at the slightest provocation. She couldn't keep her hands off it, longed to hold his cock in her hand and watch it grow and stiffen before her eyes, to take him into her mouth and gently suckle on that swelling prick, to feel the soft firmness, the inner hardness of Keith Crosby's young manhood in her mouth. She sighed and a wave of lust shot through her at the happy memory. She closed her eyes and swayed, weak in the knees from the residual power of her fantasy. She shook her head in disbelief. She was no longer the 17-year-old's high school teacher. In a whirlwind of incredible happenings, she had gone, practically overnight, from teacher, to pet - Melissa Parker, cocksucker and sex slave of a dreamy, masterful teenager. She had never really had much choice in the matter. She simply had to do what she was told: he explained to her with all the patience a mild-mannered parent shows when speaking to a questioning child. Keith had this way of getting her attention; a trick he had of holding her by the shoulders, drawing her close and scanning her wondering face. And when he did that, holding her to look evenly into her big blue eyes, he could say the most outrageous things, ordering her to show off for him, to open her legs and exhibit herself, even to perform the most bizarre sexual acts, while that hard, unwavering stare told her he was perfectly serious. He meant business. Surprisingly for one so young, Keith had that air of mastery - not quite a young man, yet a man who must be obeyed. Only two days ago, he had kicked her out of bed at one o'clock in the morning, forcing her to stand in the center of a motel parking lot wearing nothing but a pair of pumps, as she begged his forgiveness for some imagined slight. She quivered at the thought, and the deep sexual throb surged up in her and left her gasping, sucking in a shivering breath of air. It had been ten wild and crazy days. Absolutely insane! A marathon; an orgy of nonstop sex. She was constantly stimulated, high on life. She had never known such all-consuming lust. 'A bitch in heat,' Keith called her, with that little snicker of his. Their hurried flight from Valdosta, the open road west, the string of motel rooms they visited across the south, always registered in her name, with her credit cards -- it all seemed so unreal. All the while, the obsessed, ex-school teacher was plagued by nagging thoughts about what the law would say about their running off like this. By now they were in Texas, having crossed several state lines, and although Keith's mom didn't give a damn, there would be police and school authorities who would regard the missing boy as a "minor." It was Keith who would be the teen runaway seduced, even kidnapped perhaps, by the older woman. The media would have a field day! No one would ever believe that a 34-year-old woman was, in fact, helpless, the infatuated mistress of an adolescent boy. He had her pull off the interstate just past a large yellow sign with a grinning bandito announcing "Smiling Jack's Sex Emporium" in lurid red letters two feet high. He pointed her to a place by the side of the road where she brought the rented Toyota to a gradual stop. She turned to him as she sat behind the wheel, her skirt hiked up all the way so as to show her bare, lightly-tanned legs (she was to drive like that so as to 'give the truckers a cheap thrill,' -- Keith's idea, of course). Now he took her by the shoulders, looking into her eyes to tell her, in all sincerity, exactly what she was to do. Melissa was ordered into the sex shop to buy some things he told her they'd need: sex toys, vibrators, and dildoes of various kinds and sizes. "And be sure to get one of those long and skinny kind, ".the kind that's made to fit up that sweet little ass of yours," he laughed, adding that she'd be wearing it shortly, and he only hoped it wouldn't affect her driving! He also instructed her to purchase a pair of handcuffs, and almost as an afterthought, he told her to find a wooden paddle, not a big one, but one of the smaller kind, like a ping pong paddle. Melissa said nothing, aware of his burning touch of his hands on her bare shoulders as he sat pinned in place before her man-child, melting before the intensity of his soul-searching, laser-like stare. He pulled her helpless body to him. Kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth, and then abruptly drew back and sent her on her way. End of Part 1 Comments: dwin2001@yahoo.com <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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