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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 29 and 30/30 (FD)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 12:10:05 -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 29/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil

I didn't have long to wait. Elaine appeared in the doorway, glass in hand 
and staring at me.

"Well," she said. "I'll never doubt Hannah again." Elaine was a young 
voluptuous brunette and was dressed in stylish sleeveless dark dress with 
small dots.

Closing the bathroom door, she placed the glass on the bench top and 
inspected me and my marks. "Can you stand?"

"No mistress."

"Mistress. Hmmm, I like that." She casually lifted the skirt of her dress, 
pulled her panties down, sat on the toilet and started to pee.

When she had finished, she reached for toilet paper and then stopped. "Might 
as well take advantage of the situation," she smiled. Shifting forward on 
the toilet seat, she spread her legs and exposed her pussy, covered in dark 
pubic hair. "Clean me," she instructed and I leaned upward and tongued the 
pee from he pussy.

Elaine leaned back. "Hmmm, nice. Don't stop." I continued licking and 
exploring her sweet pussy until, suddenly, she stiffened, rocked forward and 
came.

With a shove of her high heel shoe, I slumped back on the floor while Elaine 
pulled her panties up, smoothed her dress and flushed the toilet.

Standing over me, she looked at my hard cock. "Jerk off," she said and I 
eagerly started pumping my cock with my hand, the bell attached to my balls 
ringing in time with my rhythm. "Why should you get off?" she suddenly asked 
herself. "Stop!" she commanded and I did, reluctantly.

Opening the door, Elaine turned back to me. "Julie offered you to me for a 
dollar. I all ready have one pet. I don't want another.  Can't afford the 
dog food." With a cruel laugh, she walked away.

I lay on the cold tiled floor and thought of what had happened to me. Julie 
was right, I did enjoy my new passive life. It was, I admitted to myself, 
easier to be owned than to be the owner.

Downstairs, the music played. Sounds of glasses, bottles and snatches of 
conversation. Farewell Hannah and Julie.

An older woman raised her skirt, sat over the toilet and dragged the chain 
attached to my  nose ring through her legs so my face was flush with he 
pussy. Laughing, she let a stream of pee run down my face and into my mouth. 
When she finished, she ordered me to lick, kicked me away and left.

The noise from the party downstairs was getting louder. Shrieks of laughter 
could be heard over the thumping of the music.

Three teenaged girls, giggling nervously, pushed their way into the 
bathroom, pointing at my tattoos, nose ring, nipple rings and ball bell. 
Finally, the braver of the three ordered me to jerk off and with intense 
attention, they watched me spurt cum over my hand and onto my belly. It was 
wonderful.

And when they told me to lick it up, I did, willingly.
End Part 29/30



Stocking Tops Part 30/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


The party was in full swing, music really loud with continual shrieks, yells 
and laughter. The bathroom door opened and Darlene crowded in and stood with 
hands on hips, looking down at me.

"A few more changes, I see," she said looking at the markings. "Here," she 
said, tossing keys to me. "That should unlock your leash and the chain from 
your nose ring." She burst into laughter at that. "I guess I can afford a 
dollar," she smirked.

"Kneel," Darlene ordered and I did. Her hand cupped my chin and she looked 
deeply into my eyes. "There's been a change of owner, slave." A finger 
pointed at the tattoo on my groin. "The Mistress mentioned there is me. You 
call me Mistress from now on. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I said humbly, glad to be owned again.

Darlene motioned for me to stand and I did, although my legs were weak. 
Causally, she handed me a robe and a cap, gesturing for me to put them on. 
In her hand was a large carry-all bag and she pulled a few items to briefly 
show me. The strap-on dildo, puppy tail, bridle and gag. "I'm looking 
forward to having a puppy," she giggled.

Darlene took my leash and led me down the stairs and through the milling, 
laughing people. I drew a few curious stares but most ignored me.

As we past the crowded front room, I saw Hannah and Julie dancing together 
as slow music played. Hannah had her eyes closed and her head on her 
partners shoulder. Julie saw me as I walked slowly past and smiled coldly at 
me, her eyes glinting.

A tug on the leash and I followed Darlene to her car, my new life and my new 
home.
End Part 30/30.

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