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Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy Part Part 4 (FM, fmdom, D/s, mild cbt)
Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 18:10:07 -0400
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This belongs to Karinthia
Do not repost anywhere without permission
karinthiarose@hotmail.com

My heartfelt thanks for Gorgo for saving me from embarassing errors and
helping me learn more as I go. It's appreciated.

K

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Part 4

Things seemed to settle into a routine of sorts. In the mornings, he would
look for her little red speedster careening through the parking lot, he'd
walk out to meet her and casually ask if she wanted help carrying her gear
to her office.  The first time he did it, she showed such pleasure in his
chivalrous gesture that he vowed to continue it.  The ribbing he got from
his crew each and every time was well worth it, though it took a little more
physical persuasion to make them realize that comments about her would not
go unchallenged.

After work, he would park his truck in her driveway and unload the supplies
needed to build her "spare room".  She'd invited him to a casual meal and
they set about getting to know one another better.  At this stage, they took
it easy. She had fed sufficiently that she could afford to give him some
time to get comfortable in their relationship and his new status. He was
quite content to let her do the leading, as he didn't want to take the risk
of going too fast and screwing things up. Plus, truth be told, she had such
a commanding presence that her taking the lead just kinda felt natural.

One day, when he was busy doing paperwork in the construction trailer while
the crew ran out for food, she called him on his cell phone. She had never
before used it for anything personal, so it was a bit of a startle for him.
When she told him to move towards the window facing her small annex, he didn
't think much of it. He just walked to it as he talked to her.

She stood pressed up against the windowpane with a pair of binoculars in her
hand, the heat from the day had nothing on her. She wanted so desperately to
skip them ahead a year so she could feed well off her little slave and not
worry about scaring him. Instead, she tried letting it trickle down to
something that would be more in line with his level of acceptance. With her
voice low and throaty, she told him that she was watching him and wanted to
see him more fully. She could see him moving around in the window, looking
out, trying to figure out just how well she could see him.  For one minute
they both felt like they were playing a child's game of "Can You See Me?"
But when she demanded he take his shirt off, he knew that he had a
fully-grown, roused woman on his hands.

He sat the phone down and still standing in the window, with both hands
pulled his shirt off his body. The man might not have been the biggest
creature Ghod had ever created, but he sure got her blood heated up, she
mused. He put the phone back to his ear, crossed his arms across his chest
and with an embarrassed laugh, asked her if she was happy now.

Oh, mistake, mistake! she thought. You've just given me a way in, my naughty
lad.

She replied that of course she wasn't happy, she wanted to see all of him.
She whispered in his ear, soft and low, to move his hands to the sides. When
she saw his arms slowly lower, her free hand moved between her legs. She so
wanted to ravage this man. go slowly, slowly she had to remind herself..

He must of heard the breath leave her body, because for just one second, the
cocky southern boy living deep inside him reared his head and he posed for
her. He raised his arms and with elbows bent, his posture resembled Popeye
high on spinach. Tightly sewn muscles compact and sinewy strained against
his need for discretion. The mischievous grin that split his face entranced
her.

"Cocky thing, I'll soon fix that!" she said with a laugh.  "Rub your hand up
your chest, imagine it's my hands touching you." she said in the phone.

His work-rough hands started the trip up to his chest, slowly and surely
till he reached his nipples. When he stopped, she said,  "Don't stop.  Give
them a pinch. Just for me. Do it, pet."

With his blunt fingertips squeezing them, he did as she commanded. He could
feel the rush of her going through his body, no matter the distance between
them.  "I bet you would love to feel my hands on your body, wouldn't you?"
she murmured as her fingers lifted the edge of her skirt. "Touching you,
caressing you. Just like the other night when my feet slid all over you and
you lost control. Don't think I didn't notice it, my jimmylongs!"

By the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone, she knew she was
scoring big points in this game. He was as close to moaning as a person
could be without voicing a sound. She saw him lean his head against the
windowpane with his knuckles white against the telephone. Could hear him
saying below a whisper "Ghod, Miss, you're making me so hot.  I .. I haven't
touched myself since that night.  I can still remember how it felt when your
beautiful soft feet pushed against my cock."

With that he let out a real moan and she could see his free hand disappear
from view. "Oh no, my jimmylongs!  Put that hand right on the windowpane so
I can see it. This time you're going to hear ME cum and do nothing about it.
Do you understand me, pet?"

She could see him fiercely slam his hand against the windowpane, but his
voice.. oh, his voice was giving in to her.  Giving her exactly what she
wanted no matter what his body was clamoring for him to do.  She could feed
off him again. With a purr in her voice, she told him just what a good boy
he was before she started slipping her finger deeper and faster. Rambling
sentences strung together; telling him how she liked rubbing her feet
against his cock, of how erotic it was to bind his arms behind him and make
him admit who he belonged to before she'd let him to taste her cum.  With
her eyes trained on him unwavering, she watched his face frowning in
frustrated desire. His hand made a fist against the windowpane as she told
him just how wet she was. There was no hiding from the lust she was feeling.
He could feel it more clearly than anything the sun could dole out to that
heated window.

She breathed in his ear and told him that her legs were spread and she
remembered perfectly how his head felt between them. Again, she could see
his hand slipping down the windowpane. Fingers clawed in primitive response
to the hunger she invoked.

"Miss, please Miss, it hurts I want you so much. Please, please Miss, let me
touch. I won't cum, I just need to touch it a little. Just hearing you,
knowing you're playing with yourself is ...  Please, Miss, I've got an ache
that is fearsome," he pleaded at her.

If he could of seen the hungry grin that slashed across her face on hearing
that, he would of thought twice about asking such a thing, but he was new
and she was desperate to speed this thing along.

After a long pause, she said "Keep the phone pressed against your ear at all
times and I'll allow you a little playtime, pet.  Undo your pants."

She could see the relief flood his face. The dear actually thought he was
getting his way! she thought to herself.

 "Yes, Miss! I'll do just as you say. Thank you, Miss!"

He fumbled with his belt and zipper while she tried to scan the room with
her binoculars.  A filing cabinet, papers galore, trash can overflowing with
cans of coke and a ratty old desk filled up the corner of the room was all
she could see.  "Jimmylongs, do you have any string in that office of
 yours?" she asked him as he struggled with his zipper.

He, not paying much attention to anything but the need he was desperate to
help escape, mumbled unknowingly that he had a little left over from one
project or another.

"Good.  Go and fetch it now."

"Miss?"

"Now, jimmylongs. We're going to wrap that toy up nice and tight and when
you come over tonight, I'm going to have the grandest time unwrapping that
present you're going to make for me. Do it NOW, pet. I don't want to have to
say it again. I'll tell you just how I want it done after you've fetched it"

She saw him holding the phone tight to his shoulder while the other held his
pants up, rummaging around on his desktop.  Two seconds later, he was at the
window, holding up the string he found. "Excellent, jimmylongs. Drop your
pants right to the ground and spread your legs as much as you can."

Her binoculars caught the blush and rigid stance of his cock. Under her
direction, he twined it around each ball, separating them and pushing them
away from his body.  When he couldn't get enough of a grip, she had him pull
them away from his body. From the gasp he made into the phone and the way he
braced himself against the window, she could tell he was almost as hot as he
could be.

When his told her he was done, she went on to the next part of it, wrapping
it around his base. She had him re-do it till she was sure he had it the
right tension. Not so tight that he would suffer for it over time, but not
so loose that he wouldn't feel her there with every move he made.  Every
time his palm brushed the tip of his dick while he tied it, she could hear
his excitement. He wanted to fuck his cock in his rough little hand so badly
and she wasn't letting him.  Next she had him wrap the string around the
whole of him, catching his cock and balls in one fell swoop. Then tied off
in one last knot before presenting himself. She had him stand right next to
the window on his tiptoes and show her what a good boy he'd been. Hand to
his side, phone to his ear, cock-bound and bare ass to the world because of
her little whim.

He was her jimmylongs now!

With her fingers stroking herself in and out, she almost came when she made
him hold his cock tightly in his hand without any stimulation. Just holding
it tight in his grasp, hard and hungry.  Oh, the whimper he let out.  To add
to his torment, she made him squeeze it ever so softly, to strangle it ever
so lightly.  The gentleness of his actions only made the realization of what
he wasn't able to do all the more painful. He wanted to slam his cock in his
fist.  Wanted to stroke.  To fuck.  To groan as he sprayed all over the
ghoddamn place. Instead, he wasn't allowed to cum.  He wasn't allowed to
stroke. He could just hear his Miss in the distance getting off from his
actions. In that moment, he learned what it was to beg and earnestly mean
every word that flew out of his mouth.  "Ohghod, Miss, Please, pleasee. I
can't take any more. I need you so badly.  I'll do anything.  Please, Miss,
please, just tell me what you want," he begged. When he banged his head
against the frame of the window and just whimpered and moaned in
desperation, she came.  Purring with her fingers buried to the hilt in her
sopping wet pussy, she came right in his ear.

He turned his back to the window and with his eyes tightly shut, tilted his
head back until the very crown of his head was braced against the window.
With one hand on the windowsill, he spread his legs wide and thrust his hips
out, unknowingly mimicking a deeply vulnerable and open posture. His bound
up cock bounced and thrummed in perfect unison with his hungry heart.  It
was all he could do to stop his eruption just from the sound of her cumming.

When she could finally find her voice again, she said "Such a good, sweet
man you are, my jimmylongs.  Tonight . tonight when you come to my house, I'
ll show you just what it is I want.  Now, keep that string on nice and
tight. I want to find it exactly as you put it on when I inspect you later.
Do you understand me?"

At his hearing the word "inspect" and the flood of hot slutty images that
went along with it, a long thin stream of pre-cum poured out of him.
"Inspect me, Miss? Ohmyghod.. I'm going to cum. I . "

She cut him off in mid-sentence. "Jim, if you cum and ruin all my fun, I'm
going to beat you! Pinch the tip of your cock hard enough to make your knees
buckle. Do it NOW!" she demanded in the harshest tone of voice he'd heard
from her yet.

His hand was obeying her before the thought struck him that this was damn
well going to hurt.  She saw his fingers grip the tip of his dick, saw him
pinch it as hard as he could. His head went back, his breath sucked in
completely and ended with a ragged gasp.  He stumbled back till his ass hit
the edge of his desk and with a shuddering breath he said, "Yes, Miss,
yesss. I obeyed.  Ohghod, that hurt!!  But I obeyed!"

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