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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 18/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 09:10:07 -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 18/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


I woke early, stiff, sore and anxious to relieve myself. Straining my ears, 
I couldn't hear any noise in the house. Striving to make a noise, I 
whimpered into my gag. I needed to piss and shit but I needed someone to 
remove the tail butt plug.

Finally, I heard a noise, the connecting door opened and Hannah, wrapped in 
her robe, looked down at me. Smiling coldly, she dropped a bunch of small 
keys in front of me. "Unlock yourself, shower and shave as usual. Yes," she 
answered my unspoken question, "you can remove your tail," she laughed. 
"But,", she added, "clean the plug and bring your tail to my room. Now," she 
snapped, "be quick!" As I scrambled for the keys, I watched her sweep away.

I groaned as I, at last, stood up straight and could move my jaw freely. 
Unfortunately, there was no key for the collar.

Gingerly, I pulled the butt plug from my ass and grimaced at the sight of 
the dirty device. Holding it carefully, I ran up to the bathroom where I 
cleaned the plug, relieved myself and started shaving my crotch and face.

At least, with short hair, it didn't take a lot of time to dry after the 
shower. I also thought it safe to replace the elastic and bell around my 
cock. Nervously, I tapped on the door to her room, tail butt plug in the 
other hand and waited for the command to enter.

"Come in," Hannah said through the door. She was seated up in the bed, her 
long black hair cascading over the pillows stacked behind her as a support. 
A lump under the bedclothes next to her told me where Julie was. "You 
remember yesterday's instructions about talking?"

"Yes Mistress," I answered.

"Good. Put your tail on the dressing table. It is clean, isn't?" she asked 
quickly.

"Yes Mistress," I replied and lay the tail on the dressing table.

"Take a good look at it, toy. You upset me or disappoint me again and you 
will be back as our puppy. Next time for a long period."

"Maybe forever," I looked around and saw that Julie had pulled her self up 
and cuddled next to Hannah, her long blonde hair spilling over her naked 
brown shoulders.

"Now," instructed Hannah. "We would like breakfast in bed. Hurry!" My cock 
bell rang as I scurried from the room and the giggling women.

When I returned with the tray, Julie was brushing Hannah's hair and the bed 
linen had fallen to reveal her wonderful, bouncing breasts. I gaped at her 
large breasts, my cock growing hard and Julie smiled at me as she tenderly 
brushed Hannah's hair.

Hannah noticed my gaze and smiled. Those beautiful breasts were once mine to 
hold but were no longer. "Put it there," she said and I placed the tray next 
to the bed.

I stood, naked with my cock bell, next to the bed and waited. Languidly, 
they rearranged themselves in the bed to eat their breakfast. Munching on 
some toast, Hannah gestured downstairs. "Get down stairs and clean the 
kitchen and the other rooms. I want them spotless!"

Dismissed, I headed downstairs and spent the next few hours completing the 
housework, naked. The telephone rang a few times but was quickly answered 
upstairs.

Soon, I heard them coming down the stairs. They were hand in hand, Hannah in 
a cream blouse and blue jeans and Julie in a black business suit with black 
hose. At the bottom of the stairs, Julie kissed Hannah. "I'll be back soon."

"Hurry back," replied Hannah.

"About an hour and a half. That's all." They kissed again and Julie walked 
past me to the door. "Goodbye, toy," she said. "Enjoy the morning," she said 
with a laugh and left.

I went back to work and tried my best or, so I thought. I finished in about 
an hour and  I stood waiting for instructions.

Hannah inspected my work and found it wanting. "What's this!" she demanded 
at some scuff marks on the kitchen cupboards. "And this?" she pointed at the 
front of the refrigerator. She moved around the kitchen finding more and 
more and becoming more and more angry.

I started to panic. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I began hesitantly.

"Shut the fuck up!" she roared. "Who asked you to speak?" Hannah stood with 
hands on hips in exasperation. "What a half assed job! No attention to 
detail! Pathetic! I was looking forward to relaxing with a book in a clean 
house. Now, I'll have to clean up after your pathetic attempt at cleaning!"

"But, Hannah," I protested and she slapped me hard across my face!

"Mistress to you, you pussy licker!" she screamed and I tried to move back 
but she grabbed my cock. Despite the fear I was feeling, her touch made me 
hard.

She felt my growing cock, looked down and sneered at me. "You really get off 
on this! Don't you?"

Her hand started moving up and down my cock. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered, 
hoping she would let me cum. I'd do or say anything to cum.

Suddenly, she pulled me towards the garage and I had no choice but to follow 
as she dragged brutally on my cock. Hannah flicked the light on and her 
black Porsche glinted in the light.

With a hard shove, I found myself face down on the hood, my hard cock bent 
against the cold metal of the car while I heard Hannah scramble in the 
corner where I had spent the night. She was picking up the harness and 
bridle as well as some rope and my heart sank. I don't want to be a puppy 
again, I moaned to myself, but, strangely, my cock grew harder at the 
thought of it.

"Follow me, toy," she snapped and I hurried after her and up the stairs to 
her bedroom, my cock bell tingling. With alarming precision, the wrist cuffs 
were fastened and joined with lengths of rope. The rope was then tied to the 
curtain rails and I found myself facing the window curtains with my arms 
raised , starlike over my head.
End Part 18/30.



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