Message-ID: <37945asstr$1029798607@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: 19 Aug 2002 16:40:17.0735 (UTC) FILETIME=[19C29570:01C2479F] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2002 10:40:54 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy Part Five (fmdom, mild cbt, d/s, mast) Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2002 19:10:07 -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 This belongs to Karinthia Do not repost anywhere without permission karinthiarose@hotmail.com My very sincere thanks go to Gorgo for the great job he did on editing. Not only did he save me suffering through some embarrassing mistakes, he's taught me quite a few things with his comments. Thank you! The Nice Guy --- Part 5 Thru the rest of the day, he could feel the string binding him up and away from his body. He would be talking to his men and a stray thought of her would come unbidden. His cock would rise, the string would pinch and with a mumbled curse, he'd have to go into the trailer and stick his head under running water. The intensity of the horny rush going through him was unparalleled. The only thing he could equate it to was if she sitting deep inside him with her finger pushing some previously hidden button. He had never had such a case of blue balls in his life. At the end of the phone call, when she told him to present his sweet little ass at her house after work, she had given him such a wicked laugh that he wasn't too sure his agony was going to end anytime soon. What could it hurt if he stroked just a little, he asked himself. She wouldn't know and ghod knows he deserved it. He had done each and every thing she had asked of him; up and including hanging his cock out where everyone could see it! At that, even thought he was totally alone, the blush that was the bane of his life crept over him again. In total disgust over his body's eagerness to broadcast his innermost feelings, he stood up in sudden decision and said to himself that he'd give it just ten more minutes. Ninety minutes later, he was standing at her doorstep. He had freshened up with a quick spritz in the shower and had re-did the string so it sat just a little bit tighter. He was afraid that with all the action it had seen, it would slip off the next time he moved too quickly. Somehow he resisted every action that would have relieved the discomfort his body was in. Whenever he got too hot, he said to himself that he'd try to hold out for another ten minutes and when that almost failed at one point, he remembered her threat of what she would do if he ruined her fun. He almost believed her, but being new, he just thought she was stretching the truth a mite to get her point across. He was so infatuated that he didn't give it another thought when he lightly knocked on her front door. She answered with a smile on her face and her arms around his neck. The kiss she gave him left him breathless and had the string trying to strangle him yet again. His hands cradled her face as her arms held him fast. It didn't take long for the both of them to be scrambling trying to get closer. She could not get rid of the image of him standing in the window, bare and bound, just because he wanted to please her. With a hungry little sigh, her fingernails dug into his chest. She couldn't wait to feast on the rest of him. She'd touched him with her hands, with her pretty painted toes and through the telephone wire, but all the ways she had fantasized about was still yet to come. With her hand on his elbow, she pulled him through the still-open door and slammed it shut. With a wicked grin on her face, she put her hand on the bulge of his pants and with a hard squeeze asked him quite bluntly if he kept her present intact so she could unwrap it. "Yes, Miss. It's all yours to unwrap, I didn't touch it any. I did have to re-do the string when I got out of the shower. With the punishment it's been taking today, I'm surprised the things still able to be used at all!" He said with a laugh. Her pleased expression made all of those I' ll-hold-out-for-ten-more-minutes worth it. Her fingers were at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them before he had time to gather a coherent thought at all. With a hungry growl and her fingers at his zipper, she said "Strip, jimmylongs! I want to see my present RIGHT now. You don't know how you made me feel standing at the window, bare-assed with your cock strung up all because I wanted it." With a 'couldn't be happier' with himself expression, he kissed the tip of her nose before sliding his boots off. Two seconds later, he was standing in front of her as naked as the day he was born. With her eyes upon him, he could feel the string start to tighten. Her eyes started at his feet, which curled into the carpeting in response. They lifted to his thighs, which flexed uncontrollably. Up to his cock that sprang to life in complete obedience to her presence. She could see how his cock threatened to spill out of the string's enclosure. With a hot thought, she realized she'd have to get something MUCH better to keep him penned in. Her hand absentmindedly rubbed the side of her hip. Then her eyes lifted to the chest he had been so hesitant to caress for her on the phone. "Hands behind your back, my jimmylongs! she murmured before lifting her hand to flick his nipples with her nails. Just like flicking a piece of lint, she thought to herself, but look how they respond. She could see him inhale briefly before the nipples turned into pebbles. She was so sure of his obedience now that she didn't bother to check where his hands were. Stepping between his spread legs, she forced him to take a step backwards where he bumped into the wall. Hands held behind his back made his hips push out slightly. With one hand sliding up his washboard stomach, the other took his cock in hand. She could feel his legs shaking against her thighs as she began to stroke. His lips found the top of her hair, but he kept his position. She murmured a quiet "Good boy, jimmylongs" to let him know that she had noticed. With her knee nudging his apart, he had no choice but to spread out. Her pinning him to the wall was his only source of balance. She wanted him to rely totally on her for assistance during this transition. She was going to milk him till he came. He was her slave and her responsibility. With her hands cupping his balls in her hand, she flexed her fingers and felt the string encircling him. He had done a good job following directions getting it properly put on. She could feel the ridges of his cock as it tried to get around its bindings. His balls were full and tight. With his breath against her neck, she could tell he was ready to give her exactly what she wanted. With her hand at his neck to hold him in place, she took her hand off his cock for a brief minute. In a moment complete with sweetness and understanding of the pain she had put him through, she kissed the tip of her one long index finger and gently placed it on the tip of his cock. Kissing and soothing the spot of her earlier hunger. When she felt him shudder in response, she knew that she had been wise in choosing him. He needed her gentleness as well as the fierce hunger that raged within her. His lips found her shoulder as she stroked him to full hunger. When she felt him buck against her and felt his lips desperately sucking on her skin, she brought him over the edge. Right into the palm of her hand. Just where he belonged. -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+