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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 27 and 28/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 11:10:12 -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 27/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil

I sat, naked, on the floor of the furnace room and waited. My cock remained 
hard and I didn't have to jerk off to keep it hard.

Suddenly, the door opened and Lorraine walked down the stairs, holding a 
cardboard sign in her hands. She was wearing a short skirt with white hose 
and I tried to peek up the skirt as she came down the stairs but with no 
luck.

Lorraine wandered around the room, looking at me intently while I waited. 
"You know," she began, "I'm nineteen, fuck my boyfriend when I feel like it, 
give him a quick hand job when I don't but I can't get him to give me head. 
I've always wondered." She looked at me quizzically, looked around the room 
and sat in a old wooden chair.

"Before I came down here, I went to the rest room, took my panties off and 
cut a hole in my pantyhose. Everybody knows I came down here," she added and 
I waited. "Here," she said, holding out the crude cardboard sign. "Hang that 
on the door."

I looked at the sign as I ran naked up the stairs. `CAUTION: SLUT AT WORK' 
the sign said as I hung it on the doorknob, shutting the door again.

When I returned, Lorraine had pulled her skirt up and was seated with legs 
spread apart, her pussy exposed in a hole in her white pantyhose. She looked 
at me with those big blue eyes I had always thought of as innocent. "You 
know what to do," she said calmly.

I knelt before her and commenced the task I was now so good at. After a 
short while, her breathing was heavy and she clenched my head tightly 
between her thighs as she came with a soft cooing sound.

Standing, she pulled her skirt down. "I'll have to start wearing garter belt 
and stockings. It will be a lot easier." Lorraine looked at me. "I'm 
curious. Jerk off." My hand gripped my cock and started pumping as Lorraine 
giggled. "Boy, that looks ridiculous! Stop! Mandy said you weren't to come. 
"Bye slut," she said as she walked up the stairs. "I'll just reverse the 
sign until your next customer."

Barbara was next, a forty something woman who had been Mandy's closest 
office friend during the crisis that had sparked all of this off. She 
smashed my ass with a ruler, had me lick her until she came and then spanked 
me again before strolling, whistling, up the stairs.

In the afternoon, Julie was followed down the stairs by a tough looking 
blonde woman in leather pants and a halter top, carrying a black bag.

Julie looked down at me. "Toy, I've decided on some modifications. Of 
course," she said, "you will obey. Shave his head," she said and the woman 
approached me. I knelt passively while she shaved all the hair from my head, 
leaving me completely bald.

Julie stared at me as I knelt, waiting for the next instruction. Slowly, she 
shook her head. "All right, do it all," she said.

The woman had me lie down and slowly and painfully tattooed the top of my 
head. I learned later she had spelt SLUT on the top of my shining pink head. 
The word SLAVE was tattooed on my ass and THIS IS OWNED BY MY MISTRESS next 
to my cock. She applied dressings to the bloody designs, quickly and 
efficiently pierced my nostrils and inserted a permanent ring through my 
nose. My scrotum was pierced close to my ass hole and another small ring 
inserted, this time, though a small bell was attached. She then left.

Julie raised her skirt, showing me her black panties and hose so my cock 
sprang to attention. "Good to see that still works."

There was a noise at the top of the stairs and a new female employee came 
down the stairs. "He's all yours," Julie said with distaste and left. The 
woman lifted her skirt and I started licking.

And so it went on. Jenny, Wendy, Barbara again and, finally, Lorraine once 
again. A continuos stream of women and the sign fluttered on the door knob, 
`CAUTION: SLUT AT WORK'.
End Part 27/30



Stocking Tops Part 28/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil

I spent a week, maybe two in that room. I lost track of time but food was 
brought to me, I was taken to the toilets and I serviced all the women, day 
in and day out. They loved the way my ball bell rang when I jerked off for 
them.

All the women except Mandy. She never visited me in my cell and I never saw 
her again.

Finally, when the scabs on my tattoos had vanished, Master arrived and took 
me home.

Hannah and Julie stared at the tattooed SLUT on my head peeking through the 
stubble of my growing hair and the ring through my nose. "Shave his head," 
was Julie's only comment and Master, silently, went through with the task.

I was taken to Hannah's bathroom and my leash was chained to the toilet. A 
small chain was threaded through the ring in my nose and left to dangle 
across my body, dragging against my nipple rings.

Hannah and Julie stood in the doorway, looking at me as I lay, curled up, on 
the bathroom floor. Hannah turned her lip up, turned on her heel and left 
while Julie crouched down next to me. "We're having a party, Toy," she said 
sweetly. "And you're the special treat for some of our guests. Look," she 
said, opening her legs and I stared into her bald pussy, framed by a black 
garter belt. "Kiss, kiss," she said and I obediently bent to my task, 
bringing her to a fast and furious orgasm.

Julie stood and smoothed her skirt. Pouting in the mirror, she applied lip 
stick. "You are a fool," she said. "We planned all this. Hannah, Mandy and 
I. Planned it all from the beginning." I should have felt shock but, as I 
searched my feelings, realised I felt nothing. "I hypnotised you at the 
beginning but those commands could only last for a short time and you could 
have over ridden them at any time."

Julie put the top on the lipstick and dropped it in her purse. "You could 
have stoped this at any time. I kept pushing the limits and you never 
stopped us. In fact, you enjoyed it. Look at you," she sneered. "You are 
permanently marked, have no money, no belongings, no identity, nothing! And 
you still have a hard cock!" I looked down at my throbbing cock. "If I told 
you to jerk off, you would. I'll have to figure out what to do with you. 
Hannah wants nothing more to do with you. She despises you for the mindless 
fool you now are."

Julie leaned against the bathroom door. "The party downstairs is a going 
away party. Hannah sold her practice and I sold mine. With that money, the 
money from this house and from your business, we're going to live in Italy. 
Tuscany, actually. I expect never to see you again." She laughed. "Goodbye, 
Toy. It's been fun." Julie started to turn and then she turned back. "For 
old times sake," she said, giggling, as she raised her skirt. I gazed up at 
her bald pussy, framed by the black lace garter straps that held her sheer 
black stockings up. Dropping the skirt, she walked out of the bathroom.

After she left, I lay listening to the music from the party below, waiting.
End Part 28/30.



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