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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 21 and 22/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 10:10:04 -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 21/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil

Hannah went down to the den to make a few calls to patients while Julie 
looked through some bags of old clothes in the attic.

Giggling, she returned with a few items as Hannah walked back in.

"Patients all ok?" Julie asked and Hannah nodded. "Good. We can enjoy our 
day off. Tough that Toy has to work." They laughed.

Julie tossed a pair of white stretchy ladies shorts to me. "Put those on," 
she said. I looked at them puzzled. The opening seemed to be in the wrong 
place.

Hannah saw the puzzled look. "The opening goes on the side, stupid." I 
struggled to pull the shorts up around my waist and Julie zipped the opening 
closed. The white shorts were high cut with a high waist so the bottom of my 
ass hung out of the legs and my cock and balls bulged plainly through the 
smooth thin material.

A short red, cut-off t-shirt was next. The shirt was too small and just 
covered the top of my stomach and my pink collar and tag could be easily 
seen.  Both women laughed hysterically at me and my cock started to stir 
with the humiliation.

"Look, he's getting hard. He likes this," said Hannah in disgust.

"I told you," Julie said. "He's nothing but a slut. Come here, slut." I 
knelt in front of her and she applied red lipstick to my lips and some thick 
mascara to my eye lashes. She studied her handiwork and grinned. "Very 
slutty. What about his feet?" she asked Hannah.

"He's got some white sandals. He hates them.  Get those, Toy. No sox."

They were fixing their make-up when I returned with the sandals on, so I 
knelt and waited.

Finished, they turned to me. "I've arranged for a car to take you there," 
said Julie and I recoiled, aghast, I didn't want any one to see me like 
this, but she ignored my shocked look. "A car will also pick you up at a 
certain time. You are to obey everyone. Understand?"

I hung my head. "Yes, Mistress."

"You will be given an envelope. Bring it back here. Unopened. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Oh, just one other thing," said Hannah. "Destiny."

When I returned from my trance, both women were laughing loudly.

"Tell him," Julie giggled.

"Toy, you get to cum if you can figure out how." They stifled their laughter 
but burst into laughter again at the puzzled look on my face. "A million 
people can tell you to cum but you won't. There is only one way for you to 
get relief and we're not telling!" They laughed again as I hung my head.

The women stopped laughing when they heard the beep of a car horn. "There's 
the car. Come on, Toy."
End Part 21/30.
Stocking Tops Part 22/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


Reluctantly, I followed them down the stairs where Hannah pointed out my 
reflection in the wall mirror. Flushing with shame, I stared at the male 
slut in the mirror. Really short, almost white hair, red lipstick, pink 
leather collar and tag. The red cut-off shirt drew attention to my bare 
stomach and my cock and balls were visible through the smooth front of tight 
stretchy material of the shorts. The sandals were ones I hated, white and 
strappy and, after being made to turn around by Hannah, I was shocked to see 
the bottom of my ass hanging out.

"Such a slut," Hannah said and the car horn sounded again.

Julie smiled, caressed my cock through the shorts with her long fingers and 
giggled when she felt my cock grow hard. "Hope you find the way to cum," she 
giggled again.

Hannah opened the front door and, with the women laughing behind me, my hard 
cock rubbing in my shorts, I stepped into the sun. Looking around, I quickly 
ran down the path to the car. "Sit in the front seat," Julie called and I 
slid in to the car, my face red with embarrassment and my ass still stinging 
as I shut the door behind me.

The driver, an older woman in a dark blue uniform, looked at me from behind 
her sunglasses for a long moment. I flushed as I felt her gaze move up and 
down my body, resting on my groin. "I'm flattered but I don't think you're 
that glad to see me." Then, shaking her head, she put the car in gear and we 
drove off.

We drove in silence for about half an hour. Every now and again, she would 
look over at me, inspect me and then look away, an amused look on her face. 
My ass was painful and it felt open and gaping.

Finally, she stopped in front of a house in the suburbs and, the motor still 
running, looked me up and down again. "This is it. Out," she said.

Gingerly, I eased myself out of the car. She gave  a low wolf whistle and, 
blushing, I tried to pull the shorts down to cover my ass.

I scurried to the front porch of the house, hearing the car roar away as I 
tentatively knocked on the door. In a few moments, I heard someone inside 
the house, the door opened and a grinning Darlene looked me up and down. 
Darlene! The plump hairdresser that had butchered my hair on Julie's 
instructions!

"I'm told I'm to call you Toy. That right?"

"Yes," I said in a low voice, hopeful she would let me in, away from the 
street. Nervously, I looked around.

"I'm also told YOU have to call me Miss Darlene!"

"Yes, Miss Darlene."

"Love your little outfit," she grinned, leaning against the door. "It's all 
on display there, isn't it. I can see everything  you've got."

"Yes, Miss Darlene," I said humiliated.

At last, she took pity on me. "All right, Toy, come in." Shutting the front 
door, I followed her large ass into a simple formal room. Darlene was 
dressed in a matronly pink frock with a white lace collar and white 
stockings and shoes. She had white gloves on and I saw a hat on the hall 
table as we passed. It looked like Miss Darlene had just got back from 
church.

Darlene arranged herself primly on the sofa and I knelt at her feet. I had 
been instructed to obey so I thought I should treat her as my mistress.

She nodded when she saw me kneel and sat back. "She's trained you well. Now, 
you have to obey me?"

"Yes Miss Darlene."

"Do any thing I say?"

"Yes Miss Darlene."

She giggled like a little girl. "This will be fun. There's some chilled wine 
in the kitchen. Get me a glass."

"Yes Miss Darlene." I scurried to the kitchen, found the wine, poured a 
glass and returned.

"Get naked," she said while sipping the wine. It didn't take long and I was 
nude. Darlene gestured at my bald groin. "She make you shave that?"

"Every day, Miss Darlene."

"She's a bitch, isn't she?" Darlene smiled. "Come here." I stood in front of 
her and she gently took my cock in her gloved hand, slowly moving up and 
down. Instantly hard, my breathing became ragged. "Would you like to cum, 
Toy?"

"Yes, please Miss Darlene."

Her hand stopped moving but still circled my cock. "Fuck my hand," she 
commanded and I pushed my cock in and out of her gloved hand while she 
laughed at my lewd display.

"Sorry, Toy," she laughed. "This isn't the way for you to cum. I promised I 
wouldn't tell you until you were leaving. Stop!" I froze at her command but 
felt elated at the news. Darlene knew how I could cum! I just had to wait it 
out.

"Pick up your clothes and go upstairs. First door on your right." I left her 
sipping her wine and did as she ordered. The room was a bedroom with a large 
bed with a white lace cover and a door that led to a small bathroom. Not 
knowing what to do, I knelt by the bed, trying to ignore the continual 
burning sensation in my ass, and waited.
End Part 22/30.




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