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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 26/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 11:10:11 -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 26/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


I don't remember much more than being led to my room and dumped on the bed, 
a few scraps of food left beside it. Through the mist, I heard Hannah and 
Julie down the corridor engaged in passionate lovemaking all through the 
night while I tossed and turned. Master had gone or I hoped he had and 
winced in shame at the memories of what I had done.

I staggered to the bathroom and did the usual routine, shaved my face and my 
groin, then showered, wincing as the hot water hit my pierced nipples. 
Rushing downstairs, I hungrily ate while preparing breakfast for Hannah and 
Julie. It seemed so long ago when I had control.

I tapped on their door, entered when a sleepy voice ordered me to and placed 
the tray beside their bed. They dismissed me and I spent the time cleaning 
downstairs. When they came down the stairs, they were dressed for work and I 
hoped they would just leave me here.

But no. Julie had a bundle of clothes in her hand and threw them to me. "Get 
dressed," she ordered. Loose red running shorts with large gaping legs  and 
a black net top so my collar and nipple rings could easily be seen.

Hannah produced some papers. "Sign these," she ordered and I did so. Hannah 
picked them up and kissed Julie goodbye, opening the door.

"You'll make the other arrangements?" Julie called after her and Hannah 
waved in confirmation.

Julie drove me into the office in silence, merely telling me to get out when 
we arrived. Sheepishly, I walked into the office. It was early and only 
Mandy was in.

I looked around what used to be my office. Mandy had it redecorated with new 
furniture, all white and modern and the office smelt of paint. Recalling my 
embarrassment under the old desk, I noticed the new desk had a modesty panel 
in front of it.

A waft of perfume, a rustle of clothes and a low whistle as Mandy swirled 
in. "Well, when Julie told me what they'd done to you, I didn't believe it 
but now......." She circled me, a broad grin on her beautiful face. "Did 
that hurt?" she said pointing at the nipple rings.

"Yes Ms Munro," I said. Mandy laughed, sat behind her desk, crossing her 
nylon covered legs and pushing some papers across the desk. "Sign those. 
You're transferring the business to me. I bought it from Hannah." I was 
shocked. My business gone! Dutifully, I signed the papers and Mandy, with a 
satisfied look, quickly swept them into a folder.  Gone!

"Kneel," she said and I knelt in front of her. "Now," she mused as I stared 
up at her legs covered in sheer black nylon, "What am I going to do with 
you." My cock stirred in my loose shorts and she noticed the lump. "You are 
a slut, aren't you."

Laughing, she stood up, glancing at her watch. "Time for the staff meeting. 
Follow me." I cringed in shock. "Come on!" she snapped and, reluctantly I 
stepped into the meeting room. "Good morning, everyone," Mandy said and 
humiliated, I looked around the room. All women, some faces I didn't 
recognise, giggled at my entrance and I felt their eyes look me up and down. 
Lorraine, the young receptionist, examined me curiously.

"This is Toy," Mandy said and there was open laughter now. "Please use only 
that name. Toy is our office slut, a fringe benefit for you ladies." Loud 
laughter and some cheers and applause from some of the staff who had been 
there since the business open. Guess I wasn't that popular.

"Toy will obey you completely at all times. Toy has no choice. Isn't that 
right, Toy," she demanded.

"Yes, Ms Munro," I mumbled and loud laughter again.

"I will demonstrate. Toy, pull your shorts down to your knees."

Face red with embarrassment and with loud cat calls and whistles, I pulled 
my shorts down, my hard cock poking towards the audience. Mandy pointed at 
my cock. "Don't use that for fucking. It's small and he's useless." Laughter 
rang in my ears. "Stick your tongue out." I did, feeling completely 
humiliated. "However, his tongue has been well trained. Worth using. And, if 
you've never seen a male jerk off, you might get him to do that for your 
amusement. Ok, let's get onto business. Get out Toy," she ordered. "Wait 
under my desk." Raucous laughter at that.

I bent to pull up my shorts. "No," she commanded. "Leave them down."  Gales 
of laughter followed me as I waddled out of the office and crawled under 
Mandy's desk.

After about an hour in the cramped confines under Mandy's desk, my pants 
down and my cock hard, I heard her walk back into the room. I was rewarded 
with the sight of her legs swinging under the desk and my cock throbbed at 
the sight of her long legs in sheer black nylon.

Mandy spread her legs and hitched her skirt up, exposing her sheer black 
pantyhose with a small white g-string under neath. Her finger beckoned and I 
kissed her pussy. Covered as it was pantyhose and the panties, I could still 
smell her musky aroma.

The phone rang and she answered it. and put it on speaker phone. It was my 
lawyer, Don.

"Don, I've got you on hands free. Just me in the office."

"That's fine," Don's deep voice replied. "Everything still going ahead?"

"Sure is. He's signed the papers."

"I never thought he would sell the business."

"He's got into this alternative lifestyle. Doesn't want the control any 
more." Could I detect a faint sound of laughter as I kiss her pussy through 
the nylon and panties?

"Yeah, but it's still a surprise."

:Maybe it's the stress of the divorce."

"I'd like to talk to him about that."

"But you can't," Mandy said quickly. "You're representing Hannah. Conflict 
of interest."

"Suppose so. Call me later."

"I will. `Bye."

Mandy pushed back in the chair, smoothed her skirt down and looked down at 
me. "I'm getting tired of you," she said. "Come with me."

Embarrassed, I followed her through the office and down the stairs into the 
furnace room. "This is where you stay from now on, slut. You do your work 
here. Get those clothes off." When I was naked, she raised the hem of her 
skirt and I grew hard at the sight of her g string in pantyhose. "Keep 
yourself hard. But don't cum," she added as she walked away, leaving me 
naked and hard in the furnace room of my former business.
End Part 26/30



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