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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 16/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 08:10:04 -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 16/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


Julie drove to my house and, maliciously, she went through town so I was 
stared at by people in other cars and had to suffer much finger pointing and 
jeering. Every now and again she would raise her skirt to show me her black 
lace panties to make me hard in my revealing swimming briefs. It was 
embarrassing but, finally, we made it to my house. Or, should that be, 
Hannah's house now?

She made me carry all the boxes in and, conscious of my ridiculous outfit, I 
moved quickly and managed to complete it all in just two trips.

Once inside, she started preparation for cooking while I, under her curt 
instructions, set the table for two and arranged wine glasses and candles in 
the centre of the table. Soon, food was cooking in the oven and I knelt in 
the corner as directed while Julie enjoyed a long hot shower. I was 
conscious of my own body odour and wished I could shower but it didn't seem 
to be an option.

Julie took ages in the shower, so long my knees began to hurt, but when she 
emerged, it was worth it. Smelling sweet and looking beautiful, she appeared 
in a short tight black dress, black stockings and high heels with her long 
blonde hair hanging free on her shoulders. I knew I could not compete with 
the vision she presented and, what's more, she knew it as well!

Pouring a glass of white wine, she arranged herself on the couch, her long 
legs clad in sheer black nylon. "Time for more exercise. I think about 
twenty push-ups. Get started!"

I managed to complete the twenty but was covered in sweat at the end. Sweat 
ran over my body and pooled around my balls and ass, caught by the tight 
white swimmers.

She studied me as I lay panting on the floor. "You can take those off now." 
With relief, I pulled the soaked swimmers off and knelt back on the floor, 
naked. "Rub yourself," she ordered. "Get all that sweat from your balls and 
ass on your hands. Quickly!" I did as I was told and soon my hands were 
covered in the sweat from my balls and ass. "Now, rub it on your face and in 
your hair." Puzzled, I followed the instructions, wondering why.

Placing her wine glass on the coffee table, Julie pulled some leather cuffs 
from a bag. Following her directions, I put them on around each wrist and 
each ankle. Each one was padlocked shut and, then, Julie connect the 
wrist-cuffs to my collar with a thin chain and I found it impossible to move 
my hands below my waist. I couldn't even touch my cock!

Two other chains were connected to the ankle cuffs and back to my arms and I 
found myself in a position where I could only crawl as I could not 
straighten up. Bound into an animals position.

Julie smiled down at me and I tried not to peek up her short skirt.  
"Comfortable, toy?" she laughed, squatting next to me with a rasp of nylon 
and I strained for a glimpse between her legs. I felt the bridle-like object 
being strapped around my head before I saw it. A round object was forced 
into my mouth and the straps fastened tightly behind me. "Mf?" I tried to 
protest but it was too late. I was silenced and confined to the position of 
a dog!

As I crouched on all fours, I felt her move behind me, the rustle of 
packaging and Julie's fingers coating my ass with something wet. "Little 
puppy," she said as her fingers caressed my cock and soon I was moving, on 
all fours, pumping my hard cock in her hand and hoping she will let me 
spurt.

Then I felt it! Something against my ass, pushing, insisting and painful. 
"Ugghhh!" I cried into the gag as I felt the object move into my ass. Tears 
formed in my eyes and I tried to push away but gripped my balls hard, 
causing me more pain as she mercilessly forced the intruder completely into 
my ass. Violated and humiliated, I slumped on the floor as tears ran down my 
face

A leather belt was locked around waist and thighs to keep the object in 
place and I felt her stand beside me. "I've won. Look at you," she said 
quietly with a touch of pride. "You smell like an animal, you're on all 
fours like pet puppy and you have a tail. Accept your new life, toy!" I 
looked behind me in horror and saw a looping tail of fake fur protruding 
from the plug in my ass!

Laughing, she picked up her glass and sauntered to the patio door. I stared 
at her shapely ass in the short figure hugging black dress and her long legs 
through tear filled eyes. Sliding open the door, she beckoned me. "Come 
here, puppy." I crawled over, my ass sore and conscious of the tail waving 
from side to side.

Julie pointed at the small patch of lawn next to the patio. "If you want a 
piss, you'd better do it now. There won't be another chance." I looked at 
her in horror and tried to talk through the gag while she stared at me 
coldly over the wide rim of her wine glass. With a sinking heart, I knew I 
had no choice and I did need to piss.

Gingerly, I crawled on all fours over the patio, grimacing as my knees were 
scraped and crouched on the little patch of lawn. Luckily, the patio and 
lawn area was shielded from the street by a wall so I had some privacy.

How do I do this, I thought? I can't hold my cock so I tried to raise a leg 
and let go. The stream of piss splattered into the lawn, spraying on my legs 
and some drops reaching my stomach. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julie 
casually leaning against the doorway watching with amusement.

Finally, I finished and slowly crawled back to the house, my tail waving. 
"Good puppy," Julie said and, bursting into laughter, she went into the 
house and I followed.  She was standing in the centre of the room, legs 
apart and I felt a twinge of fear as I saw she was hiding something behind 
her back.

Crouching in front of her, I waited. "Down," she ordered and, all resistance 
gone,  I slumped on my side. Julie, legs apart, stood next to me and my eyes 
travelled up the sheer black nylon of her legs to her crotch. I could just 
see her sheer pantyhose but no sign of panties in the shadow up her dress. I 
had been aroused for so long without relief, the idea of looking up her 
dress caused my cock to surge into hardness.

"Puppy's on heat," she smirked squatting next to me and her long fingers 
gently stroked my cock. Her touch was electric and I trembled. I so wanted 
to cum and I made muffled sounds of pleading through my gag. Julie produced 
a half inch wide strip of black dressmakers elastic and slipped it around 
the middle of my cock. In embarrassment, I noticed it had a small bell 
attached to it.

"There," Julie said, standing up. "A pet bell to tell us where our toy is." 
Her cold eyes stared at me and she said," Destiny."

When I returned from my trance, I worriedly looked up at her and she smiled. 
"Oh, don't worry," she laughed coldly, "I'll tell you what I've done. I've 
removed the blocker that prevents you from reaching orgasm." My eyes must 
have shown my delight and she smirked. "The only problem is that you can't 
reach your cock, can you? You'll have to rub against something like the 
little puppy you now are. And when you do, you'll be admitting to Hannah and 
I that you are exactly that, our little mindless puppy!"

I was finished, all resistance had left me. Julie attached a lead to my 
collar. On all fours, my cock bell tingling, I followed her to a corner and 
she attached the lead to the refrigerator handle. "Now, puppy," she said. 
"You wait there for Hannah to come home. And I want you to behave when we 
have our dinner or there'll be trouble."
End Part 16/30



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