Message-ID: <35419asstr$1014628207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: MadMack7@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <55.2310cf97.29ab17af@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 23:29:35 EST Subject: {ASSM} New - Erin's Downfall - part 1: The Pager, M/F D/s Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 04:10:07 -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: dennyw, gill-bates New Story Attached <1st attachment, "ErinDownfall-1.doc" begin> WARNING The following story is adult in nature and is not to be read by those under 18 years of age. If you are under 18, go out and experience life instead of just reading about it. This story describes acts of erotic Domination/submission - If this is not your thing, then you probably won't like this story and I'd strongly recommend moving on. All comments, suggestions and reactions are welcome - mail to theomegaprime@aol.com I have my older stories now all archived on a web site graciously hosted by ASSTR - you can go to http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/omega/www/index.html and check out all the older tales. The author reserves all rights, commercial and otherwise to this story pursuant to the Berne Convention. This story may not be posted on any pay or adult check site, BBS or similar medium without prior written or electronic consent by the author. This story may be freely posted in newsgroups or personal websites, provided the complete file including the adult disclaimer and author caveats are left intact. If you do post this on your personal website or story collection site, please provide a link back to my site. No resemblance to real individuals is intended with this story and the events portrayed herein are strictly fictional. I neither condone, encourage or otherwise accept any real life duplication of the acts portrayed herein. It's just a fantasy folks - treat it that way!! Assuming you are over 18, then page down and get to the story.... This is the first one I've published in a few years since I did the Orgasm Club stories, so I'd have to add thanks to everyone who has been patient and written me with encouragement and requests for more. This one is dedicated to a special friend. She knows who she is. ************* Erin's Downfall - part 1: The Pager, M/F D/s Erin shook her head from side to side to remove a strand of sweat soaked hair from her dark eyes, not bothering to even try to hold back the moans over which she had no control of at this point as she writhed in bondage. Even as she angrily cursed her tormenter with obscene language that would have done a Boston whore proud, the Ivy League educated girl ruefully admitted to herself that she had known just what she was getting into and just how this weekend would end. He'd certainly told her enough times and demonstrated previously his ability to tease her responsive body beyond the limits of her sanity. Erin screamed in frustrated despair as she felt a thin stream of air been blown softly over her helplessly exposed clitoris, knowing any satisfaction she would see was still hours in the future. As she continued to writhe uncontrollably, her mind went back to how the whole weekend adventure had begun. ************ Erin had been looking forward to this weekend with Dave for a long time, knowing that even as they shared fun and laughter during most times, her love was at his evil best when he was playing the role of sadistic sexual tease. Since she enjoyed being teased almost as much as he enjoyed making her squirm, the weekend promised to be extremely interesting. Erin mused on this as she stood in front of a mirror, combing her long, fine, bright red hair away from her face. She looked great at 24, maintaining the same lithe hard body that she'd had when she was swimming competitively. At 5'4", she wasn't tall, but she was definitely sexy with smallish breasts, a light tan and a firm butt. She grinned to herself. Her hair had been jet black the last time Dave had seen it, and she'd even gone so far as to dye her pubes to match the new bright red color. Maybe she would tell him she was a real redhead she thought impishly, even as one of her cats kept up a running commentary while she went about her morning preparation. Erin knew she was sexy and intended to make the most of that for Dave. She had debated on pigtails for her hair and going the schoolgirl outfit route, but she decided to save that for another time. Going into her bedroom, she looked at the clothing she'd laid out for the day. The blue jean shorts were old and frayed and of course very short. Not indecent for being out in public, but pretty close. The cutoff top she had chosen was quite thin; her nipples would be obvious poking up through it. The ensemble left her long legs bare and exposed her firm stomach and navel ring to the world. In all, the whole outfit screamed `slut', which was exactly the effect she was looking for. Even as she was grinning impishly thinking of how the outfit would get him hard, her eyes darted warily to the electronic contraption on the dresser that he had provided for her to wear. She knew exactly what it was; they had certainly talked about it often enough, but this would be her first actual time experiencing it. It was a combination of straps for her hips all attached to a flattish metal square surface designed to fit right over her clit, not unlike a butterfly vibrator but with a fiendish variation. The toy was also a pager, where he could set the duration of the vibration with a simple phone call. She knew he paid handsomely for the pager service, but idea of his being able to tease her even while far away was an incredible turn-on. Erin knew he planned to use the pager to bring her to a slow simmer prior to his actual arrival; her nipples already hardening in anticipation before she even put the device on. He'd made her promise not to play with herself at all today, a promise she had reluctantly agreed to, although if he was too late, all bets were off!! It took at least one false start, but Erin finally got the pager on and the straps buckled low on her hips to hold the device tight. The metal square fit firmly over the hood of her clitoris. When she got aroused, the vulnerable head of her clit would poke out to contact the surface directly. The device was cold at first, but she felt it warming rapidly as it adjusted to her body heat. A thin wire attached to the pager, presumably the antenna, was designed to be routed to peek up just over her shorts. Erin had just got done putting on her top and wriggling into the tight shorts when her cell phone rang. `Yes?', she answered a bit breathlessly, knowing who it was even before he spoke. `Are you ready to have some fun today?' Dave asked her, his masculine voice sending shivers down her spine. `I'm sitting here waiting for you to give me your best.....shot!' Erin shot back spunkily, faltering midstream during the intended taunt as she felt the pager suddenly turn on and begin to vibrate at low speed against her clit. `Something wrong?' he asked with deceptive innocence, listening to her struggle to get her breath. `Fuck off!' she bit back in a moment later as the little machine continued to buzz lightly against her most vulnerable erotic spot. Her nipples had expanded to tight erections beneath her top and she felt her pussy getting puffy as the little machine toyed with her. Almost as soon as her arousal had begun to build though, the little machine shut off. `Damn' she muttered almost to herself. `Its only just started.' She heard him whisper over the phone line, sending a shiver down her spine as she knew that he meant exactly what he said. He intended to leave her a quivering wreck before the weekend was over. The was only a tease, not the main event. They spent the remainder of the phone call going through her schedule for the day and when and where they would meet. Erin's mind was not even halfway on the phone call, expecting to have the little machine start up again at any point, but she was disappointed as it remained silent. They finalized plans and said their farewells and Erin resolved to count the hours until they would get together at 4 PM that afternoon. ************* Erin was eating her breakfast, chatting with her girlfriend a half hour later when she almost dropped her fork on her plate. The bastard had set the machine off just when he knew she'd have to sit there and endure it. She heard her friend Gwen ask her something in concern, but she just shook her head almost angrily as the little pager buzzed lightly against her clit. The vibration stopped almost as suddenly as it began, and Erin let out her breath sharply. `Never mind' she told her friend, `Just Dave being a shit'. Gwen looked at her more than a little strangely, but she was used to Erin so she didn't follow it up. Less than two minutes later, Erin almost choked on her milk. He'd started up the machine again and this time is was actually vibrating harder against her clit than before. Erin felt her hips trying to grind into it beneath the table, even as she sought to compose herself once more. `Damn him' she cursed to herself. He'd told her the little device could be set for different duration, but he'd clearly omitted the little bit of critical information on the higher speed settings. Payback was going to be hell she swore to herself as it stopped buzzing, even as she had to fend Gwen off again with some false excuse of being sick. Throughout the remainder of the meal, she kept waiting for the little pager to go off again, but it stayed stubbornly quiet. Erin finally began to appreciate the true evil of the little device. Even when it was silent, she constantly thought about it starting up without warning and thus was kept aroused and thinking about him all day long. He'd known this would happen to her, and she thought about the upcoming weekend with something close to fear. If this was just the buildup, the main course could drive her completely mad and she knew mercy was something that wasn't even in his vocabulary when it came to erotic games. Her breakfast set the tone for the remainder of the morning and well into the afternoon, even as her friend left and Erin settled down to try to concentrate on finishing her article before the deadline. The little pager would go off without warning and buzz merrily against her clit for between 20 seconds and a minute, always enough to get her interested but never long enough for her to even begin the climb towards what was becoming a badly needed orgasm. A light sheen of sweat covered her forehead that had nothing to do with the winter Florida sun beating down through the window. Her nipples were diamond hard beneath her thin top, her pussy swollen and leaking under her cut-offs. At this point, she only hoped the wetness wasn't actually staining the shorts themselves since he'd forbidden her to change once they began. She almost violated the `no masturbation' rule several times that morning, but in the end refrained knowing that it would be even better for her in the long run if she obeyed. That didn't keep her from longing for some bondage to remove the awful temptation to disobey. At 2PM, Erin got up from her chair where she'd been trying to write on shaky legs. This was the one part of the day she'd been dreading. She had a meeting with her editors on her latest article that she was working on. He hadn't been willing to let her take the damn machine off for the meeting, but had reluctantly agreed to allow her to put a thin coat on to conceal the scantiness of her outfit. The office building where the meeting would be held was kept almost winter cold with the air conditioning, so she knew that she wouldn't be asked any awkward questions about that anyway. Donning the light blue windbreaker, Erin got into her car and drove south towards the center of town and the office, expecting him at any time to use his knowledge of the timing of her meeting to tease her during the drive. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed when she pulled up to the magazine building without the pager working its magic even once. Maybe he'd actually listened when she'd begged him to leave her alone during the meeting, but she somehow doubted it. She quickly learned her fears were justified. As she got into the elevator and punched the button for the 22nd floor, she felt the pager go off and begin vibrating at low speed. Her hips wriggled a bit and she felt her nipples once again coming to attention beneath her coat. She worried at her lips and her left hand clenched into a fist as the light vibration continued to torment her tiny clit throughout the elevator ride. She glanced around to see if any of the other passengers noticed, but everyone on the elevator was preoccupied with other things. She actually missed her stop, having to ride to the top of the 30 story building and back down to her floor as the little pager kept buzzing against her clitoris. When she finally left the elevator on very shaky legs, the motion of walking made the vibrations even more intense as the pager shifted slightly back and forth from the movements of her hips. It finally shut off when she was almost at the doorway of the office, and Erin let out her breath in a relieved rush. That had been the longest time he'd let the machine run yet, and she imagined she could almost feel a thin trickle of wetness sliding down her thigh from underneath her shorts. She retired to the restroom to repair herself before the meeting, grimly thinking thoughts of the vengeance she'd exact over the course of the weekend. He wasn't the only one who could tease! The meeting itself was just as boring as Erin had expected it to be, with a long discussion of her latest article and the ways she needed to change it to keep both the readers and the sponsors happy. Erin's mind was barely taking in the conversation. Dave knew exactly when she'd be trapped in this meeting and she knew he would never be able to resist the temptation to use his fiendish little toy. She shifted on her seat, but the pager remained stubbornly silent for the first half hour of the meeting. Finally, about 40 minutes into the meeting, the waiting was over and the little toy started buzzing silently against her clit at low speed. Her nostrils flared and her hands clenched into fists, but otherwise she showed no reaction as the machine buzzed away and she calmly answered questions. Erin expected the machine to shut off after a minute or so since that had been his pattern throughout the day, but the toy kept vibrating mercilessly against her erect clitoris even as the meeting went on. She knew she was getting very distracted, her pussy lips puffing up in arousal beneath her shorts as she fought to control her hips from squirming in her chair. Her clitoris had emerged from beneath its hood and the heartless machine was now vibrating directly against the ultra-sensitive bud. Her own juices provided all the lubrication that was needed. The machine stopped for a second, and Erin almost sighed aloud in relief, but her eye's shot open wide mere seconds later when the pager suddenly started vibrating like crazy over her erect clit, more intensely than ever before. This was not the slow speed he'd been using most of the day, or even the medium speed he'd teased her with occasionally. This was high speed and she glanced around in paranoid horror wondering if anyone could actually hear it at this setting. The pager kept her torment going and Erin felt the buildup to orgasm begin. Her clit had nowhere to hide from the unending intense stimulation. The bastard was going to make her cum right here and now she thought to herself. Erin normally was pretty good at remaining in control in situations like this, remembering the time he'd brought her off to climax with his fingers and tongue even as she'd carried out a conversation with Gwen on the phone, but the circumstances here were different. The day long teasing had done a good job of breaking down her barriers, and she doubted she could pull off a public climax with her usual aplomb. Making a lame excuse, she got up to leave the meeting to seek shelter in the restroom, almost losing control when the shuddering machine shifted against her clitoris as she got up. Her knees were shaky and she knew she looked completely flushed, so no one questioned her taking a break. As she weaved down the hallway towards the ladies room, she wondered whether she'd have to stop and have her climax leaning against a wall. Just as she pushed open the door of the restroom, the buzzing stopped abruptly, leaving her standing in the doorway on trembling legs, the juices of her arousal running in thin trails down her thighs. He'd stopped just as she was close. He was going to die, she swore to herself. At that very moment her cell phone rang and she pulled it out of her coat pocket to answer. `Don't!' she heard his voice demand sternly. `I know you want to play with your wet little pussy and finish what I started, but you will refrain.' Even the velvet sound of his voice was almost enough to bring her to orgasm, but she managed to maintain control and felt it receding as she clutched the phone to her ear. `How do you know I haven't cum already?' she whispered back just to taunt him. She knew there was no way he could have known if she'd gotten off or not. `I didn't, until you asked me that question.' he replied, the amusement clear in his voice. `If you had started off by swearing at me, I'd have known I made you lose it during your meeting. I know you at least that well!' `Wouldn't that have defeated the point of the weekend?' she asked him archly. `Oh, I have a backup plan in the event you cum before you are given permission. If you believe knowing else, believe that you don't even want to go there.' The velvet was barely concealing the steel in his voice as he made the threat. `One hour' he told her and a quick glance at her watch revealed that her meeting was scheduled to end shortly. She was to leave straight from the office to meet him near the airport. `I'll be there' she promised and they quickly said their good-byes so she could make her excuses and leave. The machine stayed off for the remainder of her stay and she was able to successfully extract herself from the meeting shortly after returning to the office. The break he was giving her allowed her to rebuild her composure and she tidied herself up in the ladies room before leaving for her car. Once she was behind the wheel, she removed the coat and threw it in the back. Her nipples still showed through the top, but not as obviously as before. While the little machine kept its silence throughout the drive to the restaurant where they'd agreed to meet, the subtle vibration of the car reminded her of the stimulation and her hips squirmed on the car seat as she eagerly anticipated the events yet to come. ***************** Hope you enjoyed the story!! Check out my website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/omega/www/index.html for all my latest stories which will soon hopefully soon include some which are exclusive to that site. Its spam free - no banners, popups, adult check, members areas or any of that crap - just erotic D/s stories hosted kindly by ASSTR so drop on by to take a look. I'm working on part II, so the wait should not be nearly as long for the next story as its been since the last one. One interesting tidbit I'll throw in is that the pager described in this story is real. I've misplaced the URL over the years, but there really is a pager service where you can enjoy this kind of teasing!! 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