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Subject: {ASSM} New Story: A New Year, part 3 (of 3) Femdom, NC, TG
Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 09:10:06 -0500
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Author s note and disclaimer: This is a story containing non-consensual
sexual acts (including cross-dressing, bondage, and other fun stuff)
performed by a woman on her unwilling slave. In real life, all acts should
be consensual   stories like this are only for fantasies and for fueling
scenes.

Reposting this story privately or to newsgroups is acceptable, as long as
you keep my name (Adam Smith) and email address (adamapple@bigfoot.com)
associated with it. Posting this to any for-profit website (including any
that use paid screeners, like AdultCheck) without my express written
permission is forbidden.

Comments and criticisms are welcome, of course. Although I think the story
stands by itself as a fun scene, I m certainly considering writing a sequel,
following our hero through the rest of the weekend. Things are only likely
to get worse (or better, depending on your perspective) as the weekend
progresses.


Chapter 3   The Long Night

 Well, that s done, anyway.  I jumped when I heard Jane s voice. She hadn t
shut the bedroom door, and the carpet was soft enough to absorb the sound of
her footsteps.  Now, we need to start thinking about your punishment for
that little burst of backtalk. 

She reached around me from behind and started rubbing me all over with her
hands, while rubbing her breasts against me. I noticed that she d taken the
glove off her right hand, although her left was still in rubber. She gently
squeezed my cock through the skirt, and when she felt it hardening again,
said,  well, I m glad to see you re still enjoying yourself. Let s see if
you ll be as happy when I put on your next piece of clothing. 

Before I could begin to wonder what that might be, she came around to the
front of the couch and crouched in front of me, so that our faces were at
the same level. She bent her head down and sucked on my left nipple, gently
biting it. Although I d occasionally had lovers who would play with my
nipples, I d never had this sort of sensation, and the newly shaved skin was
extra sensitive. While I moaned in ecstasy, however, I felt a sharp pain  
she had placed a nipple clamp on me! It was attached to a chain, and even as
she lowered her head to the other nipple, and I did my best not to let her
get it hard, I knew exactly what would happen. Sure enough, in no time at
all, I had a pair of nipple clamps on me, with a chain connecting them. The
pain wasn t excruciating, but I could see that there were screws attached to
the clamps, and I knew that she could tighten them anytime she wanted to.

 There! Didn t you start to get curious when I didn t put a bra or something
on you? I think these are so much sexier!  Jane snapped another photo.  Now,
I don t think I ll tighten these now, but if you re not a good boy, I may
have to play with them later.  She gently kissed my now extra-sensitive
nipples, and then stood back up, in front of the couch.  Of course, you
talked out of turn twice, so I need to come up with some other punishment
for you, too. 

    She reached out and grabbed the chain connecting the two clamps. The
pain intensified, and she pulled on them, causing me to completely lose my
balance (thanks to those high-heeled shoes), and fall over the top of the
sofa. While I was still disoriented, Jane attached the chain to a hook on
the edge of the couch, and I was immobilized. She then unattached my left
hand from the collar on my neck, and stretched it out to my left, where she
reattached the cuff to yet another hook. After repeating this action with my
right hand, I was completely tied down. On the plus side, since I was now
resting my weight on the top of the couch, the shoes were no longer hurting
my calves.

Jane walked around behind me. I had a pretty good idea of what was coming
next. The heels and the angle at which I was strapped down meant that my
butt was sticking high into the air, and given all her talk of punishment, I
figured she was planning on spanking me.

Her words soon proved me right.  Aw, isn t that cute   your cute little butt
is just sticking up into the air, practically begging for a little swat. 
She lightly smacked me as she said this. She flipped up the skirt, and
pulled down the panties.  How many spankings do you think you deserve? Five?
Ten? Oh, let s just go for an even twenty. 

I hadn t been spanked since I was a kid. I figured it couldn t be that bad,
and the first few weren t. The first five or so were with her bare hand, and
although the stung, they weren t too bad. The next five were with the hand
in the rubber glove, and I swear she was also swinging harder, because those
five hurt like hell. My ass felt like it was on fire by the tenth swat.

 Well, that s a good start, but those swats are hurting my hands. And your
ass just isn t getting red enough. Let s see if I can t improve things for
the final ten.  The next swing hurt more than the first ten combined. I had
no idea what she was using, but it felt like a paddle. Each swing was
progressively harder than the last, and by the twentieth, I was on the verge
of tears, and I was wondering what the hell she was using. When she walked
around to the front of the couch and sat on the coffee table, I saw   it was
a hairbrush, with a solid wooden handle.  It s one of the few toys I can
leave out when my parents come to visit,  she giggled, as she ran it through
her hair.

Jane spread her legs, so I could see the outline of her lips, and the small
damp spot that had leaked through the lycra.  Now, we ve got a problem. I
brought you back to amuse me, but I was expecting a few orgasms out of you.
But you had to talk out of turn, which means your mouth is out of
commission. And you went and wasted your penis before I even got started! So
we need to find a way to make me happy. 

She pulled yet another item out of the bag. It was a contraption of straps
and buckles. I couldn t figure out what it was for, but she expertly
strapped it on herself, and although there were some extra straps hanging by
the side, there was now a large buckle right over her clitoris.

 This is a slightly modified belt for strap-ons. The first modification is
this buckle, which allows me to swap different dildos onto the end. I ll
show you the other modification later.  A dildo? This was too much   I d
never had as much as a finger stuck up my ass. Now I was having visions of
something as large as my forearm shoved up it. I m sure Jane saw the fear in
my eyes, because she took her time rummaging through her bag of toys, before
finally pulling out what turned out to be a surprisingly small black dildo  
no more than four or five inches, I d guess. The term  anti-climatic  came
to mind, but I wasn t planning on letting Jane hear that, even when I could
speak again.

 Don t worry. I ve got bigger ones, but I wanted to warm you up with this
one, first.  Jane stood up, and showed me the back of the dildo, which had a
pair of bumps on it that she explained would rub against her clit through
the bodysuit. She then clicked it into place. It looked a hell of a lot more
ominous sticking out from her like that. Then she walked behind me, and I
the next thing I felt was something cool being rubbed on my ass. It felt
great at first, since my ass was still stinging from the spankings, but she
then started slipping the lube into my asshole, inserting first one, then
two of her gloved fingers. It didn t really hurt, but it definitely felt
uncomfortable.

Then she slammed into me. I didn t think that such a short dildo could hurt
so much, but I just hadn t been prepared for having something inserted in my
asshole like that. Jane thrusted in and out of me for a while, actually
pulling all the way out and reinserting herself each time. Then, as she
started to get more excited, she simply leaned into me, keeping the dildo
inside of me and just wiggling her hips to get herself more stimulated.
While she was doing this, she also started nibbling on my ears and neck, and
lightly flicking both my nipples and the clamps. Between the various
pleasurable and painful sensations, I was completely disoriented.

Eventually, I heard and felt Jane start to shudder, and she clearer reached
an orgasm. She slumped on me for a few minutes, idly toying with my nipples.
Then she murmured,  thanks, lover. I guess you were able to get me off
without using your dick or mouth. Now it s time I show you the other
modification I made to the strap-on belt.  I felt her reach back and do
something, and then she slowly backed away. As she backed away, I felt the
dildo stay inside of me!

 You see, there are extra straps on this belt, so I can use it to strap the
dildo inside someone, too.  As she said this, Jane reached around my waist
and attached two of the straps together. She then flicked the base of the
dildo a few times, making me quiver. As she tightened the straps, she
grabbed my cock, which was now rock hard, thanks to the prostate stimulation
she had been giving me.  Well, looks like your penis is finally ready for
some action again. A little too late, though. You won t be using it again
tonight.  

Jane then walked around to the front of the couch. She thrust her crotch,
now fully soaked through with her juices, right at my nose.  See how worked
up you got me, lover?  As she said this, she grabbed my hair and all but
ground my nose into her wet spot. Her smell was intoxicating, which only
made my immobilization more frustrating.

Jane walked around the couch again, taking more pictures with that camera.
She pulled the panties up and flipped the skirt down between shots, so she
had pictures of me in plenty of different poses now. After uploading them,
she came back into the room, and without warning, pulled off the nipple
clamps. My initial relief vanished quickly, as the blood rushing in made my
nipples feel like they were on fire. Jane either didn t notice, or didn t
care, as she removed my arm buckles from the sofa and reattached them to
each other. She then did the same with my ankle cuffs, attaching them to
each other. With the shoes I was wearing, standing up was almost impossible.

It turns out it wasn t necessary, either.  Now,  Jane said, as I tried not
to trip,  It s been a long evening, and since we ve got a full day tomorrow,
we need to put you to bed now. 

She reached over and attached something to my collar.  Since you re dressed
like my bitch, and since you just got fucked like a bitch, you need to be
walking like one.  Hearing her use such harsh words in that sweet Midwestern
voice of hers was almost surreal. Although crawling was harder than I d
expected, with my hands and feet so close together, I was able to crawl into
the bedroom that she led me to with the leash. She led me into the bathroom,
and finally let me stand up so I could piss before bed.

Jane then tied me down to the bed. Instead of attaching my cuffs directly to
the bolts in the bed, she was nice enough to attach the cuffs to nearly-taut
pieces of rope, which gave me a few inches of movement. After securing my
legs to the bed and removing the shoes, Jane crawled up and straddled me,
resting right on my rock-hard cock. Her weight also placed more pressure on
the plug that was still in my butt. She smiled sweetly down at me.

 Now, sweetie, let s go over a few ground rules for the night. First, I will
remove your gag in a second, because it won t be easy to get to sleep with
it in your mouth. I don t expect you say a word, however, unless you want to
spend the night wearing those nipple clamps again! 

I shook my head vehemently.

 Good. Second, yes, you will be wearing the dildo all night. Don t worry  
it ll soon feel like a part of you. And finally, sleep well. Tomorrow s
going to be a busy day. I intend to put your mouth to work doing all the
things it couldn t do tonight.  With that, she leaned forward (deliberately
grinding her groin into mine even more), removed the gag, and left the room,
leaving me alone in the dark, wondering what else she could possibly have
planned for me.

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