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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 10/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 07:10:08 -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!



Stocking Tops Part 10/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


The hotel lobby was busy with conference delegates lining up to check in. 
Serena and company must have checked in early to have a little party 
together before the formalities. Well, they got something different, I 
thought and blushed at the mental image that suddenly formed.

It was some sort of retail conference and the delegates came from all over 
the world. The language difficulties together with the usual reservation 
errors meant checking out was not that easy.

Julie took one look at the line and said, " You take care of this, Roy. I'll 
be over there." She waved her hand at the lobby shops next to the coffee 
lounge.

It took almost forty minutes to finally get the bill, pay it and get out of 
the milling crowd of delegates in front of the reception desk. I looked 
around for Julie but couldn't see her as I scanned the shops.  As I turned 
towards the coffee shop, I saw her perched on a stool and sipping coffee 
while reading a magazine, some small packages next to her. My eyes were 
drawn to her long legs and the short tennis skirt and, as a mental image of 
her transparent panties flashed into my mind, my cock stirred against the 
metal of my pants zipper.

She spotted me and waved me over while finishing off her coffee. "You can 
carry those," she said and walked off towards the elevators. Scooping up the 
small packages, I scurried after her.

We took the elevator down to the car park and I pointed towards my BMW. 
"Give me the keys," she said. "I'll drive." Tentatively, I held out the keys 
and she unlocked the car, slid into the drivers seat. "Get in," she snapped. 
Placing the packages in the back seat, I clambered in next to her, shutting 
the door behind me.

She slid the keys into the ignition but didn't kick the engine over. 
Instead, she sat back into the seat and looked at me. "You're in a hell of 
situation, aren't you?"

I felt a sudden surge of hope. Maybe she was going to release me, erase the 
commands and let me get back to my life! Maybe she saw that hope in my eyes 
because she smiled. "Don't think I'm going to let you get back to normal 
`cause I'm not."

My face fell. "Why? What have I done to you? Why are you doing this?"

She leaned back and smiled again. "I'll explain it to you, Roy," she said 
calmly, "and what I'm going to tell you here, you will not tell Hannah. Or 
anyone else," she added. "Understand?"

I nodded.

"It's very simple, Roy. I love Hannah."

"But so do I!"

"Do you? I don't think so or you wouldn't have screwed around. But, " she 
said, waving dismissively, "I don't care what you feel. But I do care what 
Hannah feels and right now, she still has a little affection for you."

"She loves me!" I protested.

Julie laughed. "I don't think so. Why would she do the things she has?"

"She's angry with me."

"Yes, Roy, she is. And I'm going to keep her angry with you and I'm going to 
reduce you to nothing. In her eyes you will become nothing more than an 
object of derision. A slave."

I was horrified. "You can't......"

"Can't I? Just watch. I'm going to humiliate you, beat you until you are no 
longer a person worthy of her. And, believe Roy, she will see you that way! 
She'll think of you as nothing more than an obedient animal."

"I'll go away!" I pleaded. "We'll get a divorce!"

"I can't wait for that and I can't let Hannah start thinking about you and 
your relationship. No warm memories to make her change her mind. No messy 
property settlements. No, I'm going to break you, to reduce you to a pet. 
You've lost her, your life, your control and I've won. End of conversation." 
She smiled coldly. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I heard myself say.

"You are our toy. What are you?"

"I'm your toy." My throat felt blocked and I felt like crying. My life was 
destroyed.

"Now," she said, smiling broadly. "Pull your pants down around your ankles."

Without question I unbuckled my stupid belt, raised myself slightly and 
pulled my pants down completely to expose my cock and shaven balls. My 
buttocks hurt again as I sat back down.

"Good," Julie said, smiling at my embarrassed look. "You liked my panties 
before. Look." With that she spread her legs and raised her skirt. As I 
stared at those sheer panties and her bald pussy lips spread against the 
transparent fabric, my cock rose into full height. Smiling in satisfaction, 
she rummaged in her bag an pulled the camera out. "Start jerking off," she 
commanded. Click! Click!

"Ok," she said, putting the camera away. "Enough." I stopped and waited. 
Julie leaned over and pulled the seat belt over my arms and locked it in. 
Reaching into the rear seat, she produced a thin pink ribbon from one of her 
packages. Giggling, she tied a bow around the base of my twitching cock.

"Now, my little slave is about to be shown off." She smoothed her skirt 
down, slipped her seat belt on and started the engine. Laughing softly, she 
reversed out of the car space and roared up the ramp into the street.

As I blinked in the late afternoon sun, I felt horribly exposed. My cock 
remained hard and was plainly visible as we drove down the street.

"Please," I pleaded. "Don't do this to me." I cringed in the seat.

Julie laughed. "Spread those legs. I want everyone to see your shaved balls 
and the ribbon!"

We drove next to a large off road vehicle with a women driver who casually 
looked down. I blushed as I saw the startled look on her face replaced with 
laughter and she turned to talk to someone else in her vehicle. "Look," said 
Julie, pointing. "A school bus."  The lettering on the bus said it was an 
exclusive private girls school. "Let's give them a peek," Julie laughed and 
I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

We slowed down as we drove past the bus and I saw teen aged girls pointing 
and laughing at me as I winced in embarrassment. Totally humiliated and 
defeated, I slumped in the seat as we drove around the city.

Soon, Julie tired of her game and she drove to her apartment. After she 
parked the car, she took a few more humiliating photos. "Hannah and I will 
love looking at these, showing them to our friends," she said.

As she gathered her things, she threw a flat package onto the seat next to 
me. "Wear those to work tomorrow," she said. "No underwear. No socks. Got 
it?" I nodded resignedly. "And," she added laughing,  "keep the ribbon on. 
`Bye, `bye, toy," she sneered as she left the car.

It took me a few moments to get free of the seat belt and to pull my pants 
up over my be-ribboned cock and stinging buttocks. Curiously, I opened the 
package she had left behind. Pantyhose! Black, sheer to waist pantyhose! I 
stared moodily up at her apartment building and wondered what she had in 
store for me next.
End Part 10/30.


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