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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Control of Louis 3 (FD Mast Humil)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 03:10:05 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.
   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by 
such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file. 
Otherwise ....enjoy!

Distribute freely if you wish but, please, not to minors


The Control of Louis
(Part 3 of 6)

by Nessus

I awoke late next morning with a hard-on and filled with a forbidden shame 
at what I did the previous night. My humiliation rose as I remembered my 
promise to ask her permission everyday but, my desire did as well. I could 
almost hear her voice: "I mightn't want you to do it every day but you 
should ask me." My cock throbbed and I resisted the urge to jerk off right 
there.

Instead, I tried to push the memory out of my mind, showered, dressed and 
ate a little breakfast. Time to do some work. But I knew, that no matter how 
much I tried to convince myself things were normal, I wasn't going to do any 
work today.  I was going to fill in time until I could see her again.

The the constant picture in my mind of her pulling her panties down from 
underneath her skirt made my cock quiver. I knew I wanted to kneel naked in 
front of her, to beg her to allow me to jerk off while she watched. And I 
wondered what panties she was wearing today.

I had to ring her.

The 'phone felt clammy as I dialled her office number at the store and 
waited for her answer.  Clarissa, Georgina's assistant answered and put me 
through. "Hello?"  Georgina's husky voice caressed my ear.

"Hello, Georgina," I said hesitantly.

"Louis," she said warmly. "How sweet of you to ring. Are you working hard?"

"Yes," I lied, cock swelling at the sound of her voice.

There was a slight pause and then she whispered down the line. "Do you 
remember last night?"

"Ah....yes," I croaked.

"It was sooo exciting, watching you like that." I flushed and my cock 
twitched.  "I've been thinking about you a lot this morning." She giggled. 
"Maybe it's because I'm designing the lingerie display for our east window." 
My face burned and my hand shook. "My desk is covered in panties and bras. 
You should be here, Louis. Louis?"

"Yes?" I gulped, "I'm here."

She giggled softly. "I thought you might have fainted at the thought of all 
those pretty panties." Her voice hardened, just like my cock. "You like 
panties, don't you, Louis?" she said.

"Yes," I whispered, a huge bulge showing in the front of my trousers.

"Tell me."

"I like pretty panties."

"I thought you loved mine."

"I do," I protested weakly.

"Then tell me."

"I love your pretty panties."

She sighed. "That's nice." Her voice sharpened. "You're not doing it, are 
you, Louis?"

"No," I said guiltily as my hand had been absently rubbing the bulge.

"You can't ask me over the phone, Louis. That's not what you promised, is 
it?"

"No."

"I'll be home at six, Louis. Make sure you're there. We have lot's to talk 
about."

I was restless, on edge and horny as the day crawled towards six. I left my 
spacious uptown apartment and rode a cab downtown to Georgina's where I 
arrived before six. Nervously, I rang the bell and waited. No answer and no 
sound inside so I sat on the step and waited.

At about seven, I heard footsteps on the stairs and Georgina appeared. She 
was breathtaking. A silken peach blouse, a white pleated skirt that swirled 
around her thighs. White hose and shoes completed the picture.

Without a word of apology for being late, she brushed past me and opened the 
door to her apartment,  leaving a tantalising perfume trail behind her. I 
scrambled after her,  shutting the door behind me and I started to say 
something but she just pointed to her bedroom as she sat down in her chair. 
"I'll wait for you here, darling," she said and my cock became alive.

I knew what I had to do and quickly stripped my clothes from my trembling
body. Blushing madly, I slowly walked into the other room with my cock rock 
hard to where Georgina regally sat in her chair. Her legs were crossed, 
exposing her wonderful thighs as she coolly watched me hesitate. I knelt in 
front of her and she smiled. "Yes, Louis?" she said.

"Please," I stumbled. "Please let me jerk off."  She studied me as I sweated 
and trembled in front of her. Suddenly, she uncrossed her legs,
leaving them slightly apart.

"Aren't you interested in my panties, Louis?" she teased.

"Yes," I moaned and she shook her head slightly, a cross look on her full 
lips. I knew my mistake immediately. "Please may I see your pretty
panties?"

She smiled and her legs moved apart a little more as I strained to see up 
the folds of her skirt. With a sudden movement, she moved and stood behind 
me. "Hands behind your back, darling. I'm not ready to watch you play with 
yourself."

Dumbly, I held my hands behind my back and felt her click something around 
my wrists. As she sat down in her chair once again, legs slightly apart and 
a small cold smile on her face, the humiliation hit me like a huge wave. I 
was naked, handcuffed, kneeling in front of this beautiful clothed woman and 
on the edge of spurting over her gorgeous legs.

It was wonderful and I gave myself over to the feeling. The smile on her 
face told me she knew she had total control over me.

She rested her hands on her thighs and slowly slid her skirt up a few 
inches. "Would you like to see my panties, darling?' she whispered and I
nodded. The skirt slid over the white nylon for a moment, revealing the tops 
of her white stockings and she stopped. "Ask." Her soft voice went through 
me like electricity and I stared at those wonderful stocking tops and white 
garters. Georgina studied me through heavy lidded eyes, her legs moving more 
apart. "Ask," she repeated.

"Please," I croaked. " Can I see your panties?"

"I don't know if you can be trusted, Louis," she whispered.

"I can," I cried. "Please," I begged in desperation, "please can I see your 
pretty panties?"

"Crawl closer, Louis," she said and I did, staring down at her crotch 
covered by the white pleats of her skirt and concealing a treasure I longed 
to see. Slowly, she inched the skirt up until it was bunched around her 
waist, revealing a white lace panty framed by white garter belt and white
sheer stockings. My cock jumped and surged. Her legs moved further apart and 
I stared, hypnotised by the beauty of black pubic hairs peeking through 
white lace.

"Do you like my white panties, Louis?"

"I love you pretty white panties, Georgina," I moaned.

"Louis," she pouted, legs moving even further apart. "I'm allowing you to 
see my panties. Please show me some respect."

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes."

"Please call me Miss Georgina," she purred.

"Miss Georgina," I cried. "I love your pretty white panties!" Another line 
had been crossed.

"Would you like to kiss my panties, Louis?"

"Please, Miss Georgina," I moaned, trembling on the verge, "please let me 
kiss your panties."

"Come here, Louis," she whispered and I scrambled between her opening legs, 
hypnotised by the panty covered pussy. "Kiss the top of my stockings," she 
directed and I gently kissed the white band of nylon, her flesh next to my 
nose and her panties just inches away. Her musky smell washed over me and I 
could see her panties were becoming wetter by the second.

I no longer needed prompting. "Please, Miss Georgina, " I begged, lifting
my head, " Please let kiss your panties." She sighed, her legs moved open 
and I kissed the lovely lace that covered her pussy. I sat back waiting for 
her signal and she suddenly stood, pulled her panties down and sat down 
again, kicking the panties away. Georgina was breathing heavily as she 
pulled her skirt up again and exposed her pussy.

Again, I needed no prompting. "Please Miss Georgina, can I kiss your pretty 
pussy?" I was desperate, her wet pinkness beckoned me and I no longer cared 
about my dignity or position. She gave a slight nod and I leaned my face 
into her wetness, her thighs closing around my ears and white stockings 
resting on my shoulders.

I was lost in her heaven as I licked, kissed and used my tongue to elicit 
wonderful moans and sighs. Her legs tightened around me and I realised I was 
totally at her mercy but I didn't care as I sucked, licked and swallowed her 
sweet juices.

Finally, after her loudest exclamation of pleasure, she pushed me away. I 
continued to kneel, face covered in her moisture with my cock throbbing and 
twitching madly. With a flourish, she picked up her panties and gently wiped 
her pussy as I stared, desperate for relief.

She pouted. "Louis, you haven't thanked me."

"Miss Georgina, thank you for letting me kiss your beautiful pussy!"

"Beautiful, Louis?" she said as she idly wiped herself with the little ball 
of white lace, "you love my pussy?" I nodded widely, entranced by the wanton 
sight in front of me as she displayed her glistening pink folds framed by 
the wonderful dark hair. "As much as you love these?" she asked, unfolding 
the panties and holding them up. I stuttered and she smiled again. "I don't 
think you can make a choice, can you Louis?"

"No," I murmured, "I love them both."

She pulled her skirt down, leaned forward and dangled the panties in front 
of me. "Do you want these?"

"Please, Miss Georgina," I croaked.

"What, Louis?" she cooed.

"Please can I jerk off into your pretty panties?"

"Do you deserve them, Louis? You didn't thank me straight away, did you?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Georgina," I whined, desperate with need.

"No," she said, suddenly standing up, "you were a little naughty then, 
weren't you?"

"Yes," I admitted, head hanging with disappointment.

"Louis, " she said suddenly, looking down at me, "would you like me to move 
in with you? To share that big apartment of yours?"

I jerked my head up. "Yes," I said, excitedly.

"Well, ask then," she purred.

"Please Miss Georgina, move into my apartment."

She smiled and started walking to her bedroom, stoping at the door to look 
back at me. "Come on, Louis," she commanded. I started to struggle to my 
feet when her sharp voice stopped me. "Crawl to me, darling," she ordered. 
"I love to see your cock move around helplessly."

I crawled in a clumsy fashion across the carpet, hands still handcuffed 
behind me and found her standing in front the chest of drawers, rummaging in 
her panty drawer. "Look at these, darling," she said holding up a pair of 
pink satin panties that were slightly larger than her other pairs. "They 
have little satin bows down the front and lace around the edges. Do you 
think they're pretty?"

"Please, Miss Georgina," I started to beg.

"Louis, " she interrupted. "Would you like to wear these pretty panties?"

I gulped, stunned, excited and trembling with desire. "Please, Miss 
Georgina, please let me wear your pretty panties."

She giggled. "Stand up," she said and giggled again as I struggled to my 
feet with my cock bobbing around. Slowly, she pulled the panties up my legs 
and over my straining cock.

As she snapped the panties around my waist, my cock pulsed wildly as the 
satin closed around it with a gentle caress and she giggled slightly. 
"Louis, you look gorgeous in your pretty panties. I think the pretty satin 
and lace has made your cock grow even harder. Thank me, darling?"

I knelt in front of her without prompting, feeling deliciously humiliated in 
my pink panties. "Thank you Miss Georgina for letting me wear your panties."

She closed the drawer and sat on the edge of the bed and I turned on my 
knees to face her, her perfume washing over me as I wondered how I was going 
to get relief. I was desperate that she would let me cum and not punish me 
by making me wait until tomorrow.

"Louis," she said, dangling her white panties in her hand, legs in white
pressed together now. "I want you to get your apartment cleaned and ready 
for me tomorrow. Obviously, I'll have the large bedroom so make sure you've 
moved all your clothes out by tomorrow evening."

She laughed when she saw my shocked face. "Louis, I have to have the extra 
room to store my clothes, especially my panties," she said, dangling the 
white panties in front of me and my cock slid around in the pink satin, 
leaving a growing wet spot in the lace bows. "You'll help me move tomorrow 
night."

She leaned forward.  "You do want me to move in with you, don't you?" she 
whispered, full red lips maddeningly close.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Sure?"

"Yes, Please move in with me."

She smiled and glanced down at my straining cock. "Do you want to ask me 
about that?"

"Please Miss Georgina, " I croaked, "Please can I jerk off into your pretty 
panties?"

She moved her face closer and breathed in my ear. "No."

I felt like crying. "Please, please," I begged. "Please let me."

Georgina sat back a little. "Why?" she said coldly.

"I need to cum! Please, I need to!" I begged, cock desperately straining 
against the pink satin and lace of the panties I was wearing.

"Ask me properly, then."

"Please Miss Georgina, please let me cum. I'll do anything," I added in 
desperation and I knew another line had been crossed.

"All right, darling, I'll let you cum but I'm not going to let you jerk off. 
We'll save that, Louis, for another time." She leaned closer, so closer I 
could have licked her lips with my tongue.

Slowly, she caressed my nipple with the white lace panties. "Darling, I'm 
going to let you come in your pink satin panties." I groaned, trembling on 
the edge. "Don't shut your eyes," she said sharply. "I want you to see me. I 
can see you with your pink satin and lace panties stretched tight, showing 
off your cock. You remember these, darling?" she asked holding the white 
panties in front of my face and I nodded wildly, memories of her pussy 
flashing before me.

"I'm going to let you smell and taste them. You'll love that, won't you?"  
she whispered and I nodded again. "Here, darling, smell them. Taste them,  
suck them." I sucked the panties into my mouth relishing the taste of her 
juices and the musky aroma washing over me. "Come for me, darling. Show me 
how much you like me to watch you in your panties, your beautiful pink 
girlish panties."

I couldn't last any longer with the silken touch of the panties caressing my 
pulsing cock and I erupted with a guttural moan as I pumped a load of cum 
into the panties, my face screwed with the agony of pleasure.

I came back to earth, still kneeling and my panties sodden with my cum. She 
leaned forward and brushed my hair from my eyes as I gasped for breath.

Quickly, I remembered. "Thank you, Miss Georgina for letting me cum."

A smile brightened her beautiful face and then clouded. "That's nice, 
darling but you still forgot before, didn't you?"

I was miserable. "Yes, I'm sorry."

"I know you are but I must punish you. Ask me, darling."

"Miss Georgina, please punish me." Please, I silently prayed, don't stop me 
from cuming tomorrow.

"Darling, I want you to wear those wet and sticky panties home under your 
jeans." I almost sighed in relief and smiled gratefully at her. "Don't 
forget to wash them, darling. Along with these," she said, dropping the 
white panties into my sodden lap. "They'll dry overnight and I want you wear 
the pink panties all day tomorrow, darling. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Georgina."
"
And no jerking off without my permission!"

"I promise, Miss Georgina."

Perhaps another line had been crossed as I was grateful she had decided to 
punish me by making me wear wet panties home under my clothes. I realised I 
would do anything to keep her in my life.
End Part 3 of 6.


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