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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 13 and 14/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 08:10:02 -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 13/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


We left in Julies car and drove in silence  to a nearby shopping mall. "Take 
the necktie off," she said as she walked off and I pulled it off, dropping 
it on the car seat.

I followed her into the mall, watching her wonderful ass move in her short 
skirt. Today, she was dressed in a loose cotton top, short casual skirt and 
sandals with no stockings. With her long blonde hair pulled back, she looked 
fresh and non-threatening but I knew better.

Julie walked into a pet store and took a thin pink leather dog collar off a 
rack. "Try this for size," she said and I looked at her in puzzlement. 
"Around your neck, stupid!" she snapped and I quickly slipped it on, much to 
the amusement of the young woman behind the counter. "Kneel," she said and I 
did, drawing amused stares from a few of the people in the shop. I blushed 
in shame as Julie fastened the collar. It was tight. "Good," she said, 
undoing the collar and moving to the counter. "Come on," she ordered and I 
stood next to as the young woman looked me up and down in amusement.

"You've got him trained," she said to Julie.

"He's still got a way to go. Do you have those little identification tags 
for collars?" Julie asked.

The woman showed her a pink metal disc. "Like this? Matches the collar."

"Can you engrave it?"

The woman nodded. "What do you want on it?"

"Toy."

"Toy? T-O-Y?"

"Yes. I'll pay for it now and pick it up later." Julie paid and I followed 
her out, cringing in humiliation.

Next stop was a nearby women's hairdressing salon. As it wasn't busy, Julie 
got a spot straight away but the plump woman who ran the place was surprised 
when Julie explained I was the one getting the hair-cut. I looked at Julie 
in horror. I liked to keep my dark hair reasonably long. I've been told, one 
of my good points.

Julie smiled coldly at my expression and pointed at the chair. With a 
sinking feeling I sat down and the hairdresser who introduced herself as 
Darlene, prepared me.

"Now," Darlene looked at me in the mirror, "what would you like?"

I opened my mouth but Julie spoke up. "Don't ask him. He does what I say." 
Darlene looked at her with interest. "Isn't that right?" Julie snapped at 
me.

I nodded. "Yes," I murmured.

"Speak up!"

"I do what she says," I said in a broken voice

Julie nodded in satisfaction and then instructed Darlene. "I want it very 
short and lightened. No sideburns."

Darlene blinked in amazement. "Well," she said slowly, "that's a different 
look. Really different."

"I want him to look different."

Darlene shrugged. "You're the boss."

"I'll be back in a little while," Julie told Darlene then stared at my 
reflection in the mirror. "You obey Darlene in every way. Understand?"

"Yes, Julie," I replied and Darlene slowly shook her head, a sly grin 
appearing on her face as Julie walked out.

As she ran a brush through my hair, she asked," You'll do what I say?"

"Yes," I said woodenly.

"What a pity we're not somewhere private," she laughed. "Oh well," she 
sighed and started cutting. I felt like crying as I watched my hair fall to 
the floor.

I was staring at the finished product in horror when Julie appeared in the 
reflection behind me. "Look's great," she smirked. My hair was now a much 
lighter and very, very short, almost like a yellow skull cap. I looked so 
different, I doubted anybody who knew me would instantly recognise me.

Darlene took the money and then coughed nervously, glancing at me and back 
at Julie. "Eh, um," she began. "He really does everything," she paused. "You 
know, everything.....?" She trailed off and Julie smiled.

"Oh yes. Everything!" She laughed and Darlene blushed. Then Julie whispered, 
"I could lend him to you if you like?" Darlene fidgeted nervously. "I'll 
give you my card," smiled Julie. "Call me if you want to have a chat. Or, 
maybe, borrow him." She winked and strode out with me hurrying after her, my 
head feeling strange and a little cold in the new hair style.

Back to the pet shop. "That's different," the young woman observed, staring 
at my hair.

"A new style," agreed Julie. "Have you finished the engraving?" The woman 
held up the pink leather collar with a pink metal disc attached with `Toy' 
was engraved on it. "How pretty!" exclaimed Julie. "Just right. Kneel," she 
commanded and I did. Luckily, this time the shop was empty.

Julie fastened the collar around my neck and then produced a small gold 
padlock which she used to close the collar permanently. She tossed the keys 
to the young woman. "Throw those in the trash for me, please." The woman 
looked surprised and stared down at the keys lying on the counter. How would 
I get the collar off, I thought desperately. "Thanks for your help," Julie 
said to the woman. "Bring those with you," she ordered, pointing at some 
packages which I picked up and I followed to her out into the mall.

End Part 13/30.


Stocking Tops Part 14/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


Julie led the way into a small restaurant, selected a table and sat down. I 
sat opposite her, conscious that the collar and tag could easily be seen 
when the waitress arrived.

"I'll have the fish special, thanks," Julie said. "With a glass of white 
wine. He'll," she said looking at me, "have a small green salad and a glass 
of water." The waitress shot me an amused look and walked away. "Hungry?" 
Julie asked, writing on a small piece of paper and slipping it into an 
enveloped.

"Yes," I said quickly.

"You'll have to hurry then."

"What do you mean?" I asked, afraid.

"To get back to Darlene."

"Darlene? What for?"

"I want you to ask her if you can show her your cock." My mouth dropped 
open. "When you have shown her and anybody else that wants to look, and only 
after, give her this note." She slid the envelope across the table.

"Julie, please," I begged. "Please don't make me do this. Please."

"I'm sure Darlene will enjoy it. She seemed interested. If you're not back 
by the time I've finished my food, you miss out and you'll stay hungry." I 
stared into those cold eyes and knew I had no choice.

Darlene seemed surprised when she saw me walk back into the hairdressing 
salon. She was just seeing a customer out when I arrived and she shut the 
door, turning back to me. "Yes?"

I looked around the salon at the remaining customers and the other 
hairdressers. Blushing, I moved closer. "I've been sent to ask you....."

"Yes? Go on."

"If you would like to see my cock." It rushed out and I stood, waiting, 
avoiding her eyes, thoroughly humiliated.

Darlene was taken aback but recovered quickly. The plump woman looked around 
the salon. "Here? You mean here?"

"If you want," I mumbled, looking down as shame swept over me.

She cleared her throat and then licked her lips. "Follow me," she said and 
led me into a small kitchen and storage area. Sitting down on a canvas 
chair, Darlene crossed her thick legs and lit a cigarette, the butt quickly 
stained by her thick red lipstick.

"Ok," she said. "Let's see it."

I dropped my pants around my ankles, stood naked from the waist down except 
for the pantyhose and the ribbon and hung my head in embarrassment. 
Suddenly, much to my humiliation, I felt my cock stir and quickly grow hard. 
I can't find this exciting, I screamed to myself! I can't! But my cock 
remained hard and twitching.

Darlene puffed on her cigarette and studied my cock. "Well," she said 
throatily, "It's been a while."

"Here," I said, handing her the envelope and watched her open it. Silently, 
she read the note, looked at me and put it back in the envelope.

"Tell her yes," she said. Yes what, I thought? What did this fat woman agree 
to? I reached down for my pants. "Wait," she ordered, stubbing the cigarette 
out in an ash tray, reaching into her handbag and retrieving her lipstick. 
Uncapping it, I watched in horror as she drew bright red lipstick on the 
swollen head of my cock. The sensation was incredible and I wanted her to 
keep going as much as I wanted her to stop. A few girlish giggles escaped as 
she performed her task until the head of my cock was bright red.

I buckled my pants and left the salon, my cock hard in my pants. Julie was 
halfway through her fish and a small green salad sat in my place. She raised 
an eyebrow and I  said, "She said yes."

"Good," Julie smiled, sipped her wine and watched me. "How's the lipstick?"

I blushed in shame. "Please, Julie," I whispered, "don't do anything else to 
me. I've learned my lesson. I promise."

"This is not about lessons. I thought I explained. You'd better eat up." I 
reached for my knife and fork and she shook her head. "No, toys don't use 
those. Use your hands."

Blinking back tears of humiliation I clumsily ate the salad with my hands, 
much to the disgust of the other diners and to the amusement of the 
waitress.

"Hungry, isn't he?" the waitress observed.

"No style," agreed Julie, watching me eat with a cold smile.

"What's with the collar?"

"Just proves I own him," Julie said, handing her credit card to the 
waitress. "Show her your tag," she said to me and I embarrassedly, showed 
it.

"Toy," said the waitress reading the engraving. "I see," she said, taking 
the bill and the credit card away.

Julie led the way back to the car while I followed with the packages. Where 
next, I wondered fearfully? What will they do to me now?
End Part 14/30.



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