Message-ID: <43565asstr$1059167404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary From: Rod Ramsey Reply-To: rod_ramsey@yeahright.net X-Original-Message-ID: <20030725135012.83FAD7257@sitemail.everyone.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 06:50:12 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Turnabout (F/M, Fdom, mild bond, oral) Part 5 of 5 Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 17:10:04 -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: RuiJorge, dennyw Here's the final part. I would like to thank those that took the time to reply, I'm still not sure this was as good an effort as I had hoped. enjoy, Rod _____________________________________________________________ Free Email!- Yourname@yeahright.net- http://www.yeahright.net <1st attachment, "Turnabout Pt5.txt" begin> The following story is fiction. 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Turnabout (F/M, Fdom, mild bond, oral) Part 5 of 5 Chapter Nine Liz was sitting naked on a sheet she had spread on the floor, a soft melody coming from the stereo. With a sexy smile on her face, she instructed Trevor to strip then laid him down on the sheet. Taking a drizzle of perfumed oil in the palm of her hand she instructed Trevor to relax. Starting at his toes she sensuously massaged his body, working her way up each leg, kneading the muscles. Trevor tensed the first time Liz rubbed her finger over his anus. She worked the oil into the large muscles, her thumbs tracing the crack of his ass. Pulling a corner of the sheet over his lower half, Liz could see the contented smile on his lips as she straddled his butt and began working her way to his shoulders. Trevor giggled softly when Liz traced her fingers along side his abdomen, quieting down when she moved back to his spine. She had to climb off his butt to work his hands and arms, starting with the fingers. "Let's get you rolled over." she whispered softly, when she had completed working both arms up to the shoulders. Reluctantly Trevor moved to roll over onto his back. Liz was tempted to impale herself on his cock immediately, as the stiff member was sticking straight up. Starting down at the feet again she progressed up his legs, working the tension out of his thighs. Her hands teased around the base of his cock, then she tenderly rubbed the oil into his scrotum. Trevor lifted his hips and moaned as she played with his tender nuts. Teasingly she let her hands tickle the side of his stomach, causing him to giggle again. Liz drizzled the cold oil straight from the bottle onto his dick, getting a gasp from Trevor. Her hand slid over the raging member, before she once more straddled his waist. Slowly she lowered herself onto his shaft, letting the warm folds of her pussy engulf him. He moaned as she let her full weight settle on his hips. Gently rocking back and forth she worked Trevor to a state of bliss. "Trevor do you like this?" she asked. "Yes Mistress." was his immediate reply. "If you expect to keep me around there are some ground rules I expect you to follow." she said. "Anything Mistress." "Don't be so quick to answer until you here what they are." she said. Trevor opened his eyes to give her a look of confusion. "Rule number one. You will not buy anymore gadgets or toys for your house without my approval." she said, Trevor's confused look didn't leave his face so she explained, "You have a whole house full of things you don't even know how to use. In the kitchen there's a bread machine and espresso maker that haven't even been opened. How much did they cost?" "I'm going to learn to make bread and espresso. Someday. Really." Trevor stammered out an explanation. "That's not what I asked is it?" "They were a couple of hundred each. That's all not much." Liz got a predatory look on her face. Leaning forward, letting Trevor's cock slide from her pussy. "That almost pays for my apartment's rent each month. Think about that. Look around your apartment and tell me how much of this crap you really need and use." Liz took Trevor's hand and stood up. Pulling the unresisting man with her. She led him on a tour of the apartment, starting in the livingroom. A game cube with several games still in it's original box was the first thing she found. Then a stereo surround system, wires dangling from the speakers. As expected Trevor couldn't tell her how to use most of the gadgets in the kitchen. Including not one, not two, but three of the George Foreman Grills. "My goodness, you have a garage sale addict's wet dream here." she said. Looking at all the pots, pans and utensil stacked in the cupboards and drawers. "What the fuck is this?" she asked. Pointing to a small oblong box shoved in a corner. "Um, it's a pizza dough maker. I'm going to learn to make homemade pizza." "Shit. You have a bread machine that has a pizza dough setting and a upright mixer that will do the same thing." shaking her head in dismay, "All of it unused." "Please Liz, I didn't know I was being so stupid." Trevor said, watching Liz as she walked from the room. Trevor stood in the middle of the kitchen, unsure if he should follow Liz or not. He had no idea what had gotten her so angry. It wasn't like he had been with her when he had bought all this crap. "Fuck!" he said to himself, "Please don't let her stay angry at me." Trevor stood in the doorway of the bedroom watching Liz as she finished attaching silk ties to the bedposts. On the night stand were his credit cards and a pair of scissors. She turned to face him, sitting on the edge and pointed to the floor at the side of the bed. He immediately went over and kneeled at her feet. "Please Mistress don't be angry at me. I didn't even know you when I bought all that stuff." "How much do you owe on these credit cards?" she asked. "I'm not sure. Thousands on a couple. The Gold Card I use only for Bank purchases. I keep paying the minimum and they keep raising my limit on the others." "Yet you have money in your wallet all the time?" she asked. "I'm not broke or anything. I just buy whatever I happen to want at the time." he explained. "You agree then that you can't control your own spending?" "Yes Mistress." Picking up the Gold Card and his ATM card from the pile, Liz slid the others and the scissors off the night stand onto the floor. "Which one has the lowest balance and why?" "My Country Club Visa." he said, picking it up and placing it in Liz's waiting hand. "I think because it's not a gold or platinum card. There just isn't any prestige' in using it." "Ok, cut the rest of them up." "But. But, what if I need to buy something?" he asked, not willing to even touch the scissors. "I will have your ATM and the credit card for safe keeping. If it's a true emergency I doubt your dad will be upset at using the Bank's card. If it's not an emergency then you can ask my permission first. I won't be allowing you to buy anything but food and toiletries for quite some time though." "Can't you just keep them with the others?" he asked. "No. You have to destroy them. I expect you to pay them off as quickly as possible then cancel them." she replied, "You must learn that money is not the key to happiness and if you can fall back on easy spending you won't take the lessons to heart." Trevor sat at his Mistress' feet, trembling like a drunk. The desire to please Liz fighting with the need to have his credit cards. "Shall I leave? I will not have a boyfriend that can't control himself." Liz finally asked. "Please Liz. Don't make me do this. I promise I won't spend anything without your ok." Trevor begged. Liz climbed off the bed and walked silently out of the room. Trevor continued to kneel on the floor staring at the credit cards, knowing that he was about to lose Liz if he didn't do as she demanded. A tear rolled down his face, how many times had he helped a client learn to control their spending? In three days he had found someone that he desired so much, yet he was unwilling to do what he had advised others to do for themselves. Liz walked back into the room fully clothed. "You know where to find me if you change your mind." she said softly, then left Trevor crying on the floor. Chapter Ten Trevor was at the bar when Liz came on stage for her final set. She had cried herself out on the walk home and hoped he wouldn't cause a scene. As her second song was finishing he made his way to the rail. Liz pointedly ignored the twenty in his hand, dancing past with nary a look. She spent most of the third song dancing for a group of men, probably a bachelor party, on the far side. Trevor got up to leave as the song ended. Sitting on the stage where he had been sitting was a small pile of shredded plastic from the credit cards. Liz continued to watch Trevor as she finished her shift. He sat at the far side of the bar and made no attempt to approach her. She gave him a small smile at one point and then had to return to her duties of serving drinks to the larger than normal Saturday night crowd. With a final pass through amongst the tables she finally handed her tray off to Pam and headed for the dressing room. "Liz are you gonna need a ride home tonight?" Dave asked, "You and Loverboy seem to be having an issue." "I don't know yet Dave. I need to talk to Trevor and see if he is going to be reasonable." she replied, pulling on a pair of denim shorts and a tank top. She walked up to Trevor at the bar and placed her hand on his arm as she sat on the stool next to him. "Hey, you come here often?" she asked teasingly. "Oh, every now and then to watch the girls dance. There's this one, a blonde with beautiful blue eyes that just captivates me." he replied. "Does she tie you up and tease you?" "And whips me for being naughty." he whispered in her ear. "Have you been naughty lately?" "Very. I disappointed my Mistress terribly." he replied, "Please forgive me." Liz kissed him quickly on the cheek, "Take me home. My home, I never want to set foot in your apartment again." "Yes Mistress." Trevor whispered. The End? <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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