Message-ID: <36819asstr$1024218603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "K" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 16 Jun 2002 03:14:20.0211 (UTC) FILETIME=[E7FE0030:01C214E3] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2002 21:09:48 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Domme-in-a-box {Femdom, Science Fiction, robotic, cbt} Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 05:10:03 -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, RuiJorge Domme-in-a-box Do not post without permission karinthiarose@hotmail.com June, 2002 "Dear Sir, I do want to apologize first for not getting you the exact model that you requested via our online catalog. That model number has been increasingly popular and due to factory constraints, it is simply impossible to keep up with the backlog our new line has created. In an effort to keep our customers happy, our main goal, we've sent along a substitute that might be in keeping with your desires. While not versed in more subtle duties, this particular model is quite capable of fulfilling all the needs stated in our online brochure. It has graced some of the finest homes and has always come back to the center with the highest feedback. We took the liberty of tweaking it comparably to some of your previous purchases. In this attempt, we've changed a few of the physical features and implanted a sadist's pleasure chip. Please be aware that this model has never experienced this type of pleasure before, so use it sparingly and with some caution as she may become addicted to it (if you have any questions in this regard, please see the user's manual for more details). As with other models you may have experienced, this particular model comes fully loaded. While historical memory has been erased for previous client's privacy, all sensation and learning experiences have been kept in tact for future client's usage. If this should become a problem, please see the user' s manual for more details. The packing invoice alongside the shipping crate will reflect the price difference that we have given you as a loyal returning member. If you should have any questions or comments, please, as always, feel free to take advantage of our customer service hotline. Sincerely, Customer Service, New-age Laboratories" ---- A black high-heeled stiletto was the first thing that came out of the crate. Then the longest legs I have ever seen followed. They seemed to stretch for miles before I saw the woman attached to them. She wore a short, black mini-skirt made of shimmering metallic material that stopped right before it became illegal to wear in public. A flouncy white business shirt that ended with puffs at the cuff completed the ensemble. Long dark tresses were swept to one side with an impatient hand as her eyes found mine. Crystal clear blue heaven were the color of her eyes. "Are you John?" her southern voice drawled over my left shoulder as she slowly walked around me. I could hear the light click of her heels on the floor before she stopped directly behind my back and slowly drew a long fingernail down its center. Examining, estimating how much it would take to get me on my knees. "Yes, Ma'am, John. My safeword is mercy" "Understood and noted, John. Let's see how fast we can get you to use it, hmm? That's the way you like it, isn't it? To be taken as roughly and as hard as you can stand it? Tell me now so there is NO misunderstanding". I could feel the blood start to flow faster thru my veins as she asked me that. Getting taken by one of these women was always an experience. They didn't feel the tender mercies that most did. They didn't stop until you have given your all to them and reached the point where your life hung in the balance if that was your kink. Unfortunately, that was mine. I needed to ride that edge and the only way I've ever been able to get it filled was this way. No real life woman could be as mean and uncaring as I needed her to be. "I asked you a question, John. Don't make me repeat myself" She said as her hands found my shoulders and started to push me down to my knees. Oh, ghod, the strength she had. Before I could even get my muscles to put up a token protest, I was down looking at the tops of her beautiful shoes. "Now, you little sluggard, tell me just how much you need it hard and rough while you clean the traveling dust off my shoes." Her fingers in my hair guided my lips to the top of her shoes, where I kissed them in absolute gratitude for the things I knew she was going to make me experience. I needed this more than the money and the power I had spent my life accumulating. "I need it rough, Ma'am. The harder and nastier, the better." " I need to be taken to the limits of what I can give." "It's the only way I can get off now" "That's a good boy, John. I bet you're the type that sits at night thinking of being beaten and hurt with your hand wrapped tight around that cock of yours, don't you? Stand up nice and tall and let's see what you're got to offer me. Go on, John, take that corporate drone uniform off." She settled herself deep into one of the armchairs closest to me and crossed those long legs of hers. The only thing I could think of at that moment was of burying my head as quickly and as deeply between them as humanly possible. I did as she requested with hands shaking a trifle as my internal temperature started shooting upward (along with other parts of my body). I had masturbated frequently and furiously while planning her order, but have been abstinent ever since and it was starting to show. "Spread your legs Get them nice and wide for me. Then, one hand behind your back and one hand wrapped around that little toy you seem to be trying to shoot me with" she said. Ah, that laughing smirk was going to be the death of me, I can see it already. Just knowing she was sitting there, watching me masturbate for her was enough to get my already hard cock aching. Her eyes followed my movements and when it looked like I was enjoying myself a little too much, she'd make me switch hands or slow down. The frustration level was already shooting up in me and she hadn't done one single solitary thing to me yet. Glorious! "That's enough now, my little corporate drone. Go fetch the bag lying in the shipping compartment and bring it to me. I think it's time I started your training, don't you?" While I returned with it, she rustled thru it till she pulled out four ident ical metal cuffs. "These are the latest, John, have you ever used them before?" At my hesitant no, she explained that between these magnetic cuffs and the small crossbar she'd place at my back, there was no need for hefty bondage furniture or trying to find a place for eyehooks. They'd keep me in place, spread out and sturdy on my feet without anything needed but these five simple pieces. A minute later, I was stretched out in my own bedroom, helpless in front of a complete stranger, willing her to beat me till I caved in amongst myself. The hunger for it raged like a living fire thru my veins ... this need I had that I couldn't even explain to myself and had given up trying to ages ago. "You don't mind if I undress, do you, little drone? I find that this kind of .. work .. gets me all mussy and I hate to ruin good clothes". Without even bothering to wait for a reply, her skirt was shimmed off and her shirt was unbuttoned and tossed on my bed. Ghod, those boys who made her sure knew what the hell they were doing. To say she was a goddess come to life would be mere words. This woman had the curves, the attitude and the sheer sexiness that could make a stone man crawl on all fours and bay at the moon. She stood there, in her high-heeled stilettos, bra and panties with the biggest, self-satisfied grin on her face and I was totally enthralled. She turned to ruffle thru her bag and I looked and drooled and dreamed. Not a minute passed before I felt the first smack of the floggers in her hand. She laid on me sure and steady, generally increasing the pace and pressure till I felt a warm glow settle along my skin. "That always feels so good, doesn't it? It's like a lover's hand caressing you" she murmured before reaching yet again into her travel bag. I didn't have time to see what she pulled out of it next, but ghod, I felt it! She spun it with her wrist and attacked my back and ass. Every lash felt like a bit of me had been carved out. My moans got louder and I had a harder time keeping in place while she worked me over. I was in heaven. "Mmm, this IS lovely, isn't it?" she murmured. "Odd how I never noticed how much I enjoyed doing this before" Then it came on a trifle faster. Smacking at the spot where my thighs met my ass before raising again to whack at the fleshy part of my buttocks. I was starting to dance in spot, wiggling and twisting this way and that. Not sure if I was turning into it or trying to run from it. My breath turned to a pant and the sweat started to gather on my sides. "That's a good boy, give it to me. Every pant, every flinch is mine! I'm going to make you hurt sooo much" she hissed. Ohghod, my cock sprang to life and my knees shook with the feelings swamping me. Just knowing that for once the threats of violence against me would be proven over and over again was enough to make my whole body come alive as never before. She struck me harder, determined to eek out every sound she could. How long would it take for her to make me scream mercy at the speed I was falling?? For a brief moment, the blows to my body stopped and I looked up to find her, with her hand sliding inside her panties, rubbing herself gently and delicately with a look of absolute pleasure on her face. When she saw my look, she grinned mischievously, licked her index finger and sauntered up to me. "I bet you would have loved to have a taste of that, wouldn't you, you little corporate drone? Be a good boy and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you bury that tongue between my legs." With that said, eyes looking directly into mine, she licked each and every one of her fingers. "Ma'am!! That's unfair!" I cried out unthinkingly. Two seconds later, my chin was in her hand and her face was right in mine. "Unfair, corporate drone? Unfair?! Who ever said that this was to be "fair"?!" With that, for the first time, I felt her slap me. She gripped my chin tight as I tried to turn away and she slapped me! My head bucked back and the only thing keeping my world aright was her grasp. When I let out a moan, I heard an answering one come from her. When I could focus on her face again, I saw the lust to hurt me transform her face. She was truly enjoying this! Her eyes centered on mine and she did it again. Rocking me back and forth, her hand struck me again and again. The sting! Ahghod, how something so simple could hurt so badly, I don't understand, but I felt each and every blow afresh. Her body closed in on mine and one her long legs positioned themselves between mine. Each blow sent me rubbing along her, sliding my cock against the silkiness of her thigh. Ohghod, mercy, I thought to myself, mercy. "Oh, no you don't, my little drone, I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot." she said as she slowly tapped my cheeks one last time, then released my chin and stepped back. I hung there, totally supported by the magnetic cuffs, feeling my face awash with flames and my cock bobbing between my legs. I heard her heels gently clicking as she walked towards the bed and her travel bag again. I was so very tempted to look and see what she was getting, but with my safeword trying to see how it sounded on my tongue, I kept my head firmly down. When I heard her approach me and kneel down at my feet, I realized that yet again I had made a mistake. Her hair tickled my thighs as I watched the top of her head move between my legs. I felt her pulling my cock and balls, positioning them, then re-stretching them. What the hell was she doing?? I felt one last "snap" and her sigh of contentment. "I sincerely hope you're worth this. I've made this myself and have been saving it for a very special occasion. If you disappoint me, you are going to be one very sorry corporate drone" She warned me. When I looked down, I could see it covering my cock and balls. It fit me as cozy as a condom and was a slick-looking blackish color. I twitched my cock and could feel the material "give", so I wasn't in any agony or worried yet. "Oh, I'm not done yet, John. One last little thing to put in and you'll be ready to go." she said as she pulled out a thin metal rod. "hmm.. we REALLY don't want to bother the neighbors, do we? How do you feel about gags?" she laughed as she reached into that damn bag of plenty one more time. She pulled out a gag bit that you would use on a horse and approached me. "Ma' am, this is too much. I don't want to use it, but Mer ..." "mumble, mumble, John? Is that the way to talk to a lady? Tisk, you really do need to learn some manners, don't you? It's really a good thing you ordered me, then, isn't it?" and with that I watched her put some lube along that metal rod and kneel at my feet again. Ghod, she really was gorgeous. I was stretched even wider, till my feet were arched off the floor and she gently but with so much agony inserted that rod into my cock. At first, it felt like there was nothing to it .. but after she got the tip in and kept slowly, pushing it deeper, I felt like my cock was being split apart. I threw my head back and safeworded. I safeworded long and hard, till the sound reverberated thru my skull. She kept on with her playing, slipping it in as deep as she could, then back out again. Fucking my cock with her homemade playtoy. I was almost out of my mind with agony. "Oh, don't take on so, drone. I haven't even turned it on yet! You see, the neat thing about this toy here is that I took the technology from the magnetic cuffs and mutated it for this cock cuff. You see, inside the material there are miniature prongs. You'll believe they're prongs, won't you? Nothing wicked like needles, John, as I think the thought of those would scare you to death, wouldn't they? Well, these "prongs" will come out when a button is pushed and the magnetic current attracts them to the metal rod inserted along the length of you. Should be quite a thing to see. I haven't had much time to experiment with it as of yet. Aren't you glad you' re the first one?" Mercy! Ohghod, mercy! I screamed around the gag. "But first, I do think I owe myself a bit of a lie-down, don't you? And you won't mind if I sink my fingers deep inside as I watch you twitch and dance for me, do you? No? Thank you, John. I had a feeling you'd bring up no objections". I saw her remove the last articles of clothing she wore, stretch out on my bed with her face turned towards me and pick up the remote. The lust in her eyes kept my cock as hard as a rock, even tho I was willing it to shrink into nothing and crawl away as fast as it was able. She spread her legs, dipped a finger and with a grin pressed the button. !!! 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