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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 5/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 13:10:05 -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 5/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil

I tossed and turned all night and woke with a erection. Sadly, I looked at 
my hard cock, knowing that I could not even jerk myself off to get relief 
without Hannah's commands. A heaviness in my heart, a kind of leaden 
depression stayed with me as I, first washed the stocking and then, 
showered. Every now and again, I would look down at my cock and realise it 
was not mine to control again.

Walking down the corridor from the guest bathroom with a towel around my 
waist, I could hear Hannah getting ready in her room. Today was her surgery 
day at the hospital and she always rose early, worked through to lunch and 
had the rest of the day off unless there were patient complications. Her 
door opened and Hannah stepped into the corridor, wearing a casual top and 
trousers with her long dark hair pulled back.

I quickly looked away, a small taste of fear in my mouth. "Good morning, 
Roy," she said, standing so close her perfume washed over me.

"Good morning Hannah," I mumbled.

"Drop the towel," she sharply commanded. Without hesitation, I let the towel 
slip to the floor and stood naked with my head bowed. I felt her cool 
fingers circle my cock and arousal swept over me, pulsing into full 
erection.

Her long fingers gently pulled me as I stood trembling. "Have you tried?" 
she asked sweetly. I knew what she meant and shook my head. "It's useless to 
try," she said. "You know that?" I nodded, my ragged breathing loud in the 
corridor.

I knew my place. "Please Hannah," I whispered as she continued to softly 
stroke me. "Can I cum?"

She laughed. "You are learning. Do you really want to?" she teased.

"Please Hannah," I begged.

She laughed cruelly. "Remember, Roy when you said you had to cum often?" She 
didn't wait for an answer. "Well, it's not going to be as often as you'd 
like." She dropped her hand to her purse, leaving me gasping with a hard 
throbbing cock.

She looked at my bobbing cock and pointed at my groin. "You know Roy, I 
think I can see a grey hair or two there. That won't do. Shave it all off." 
Startled, I looked into her eyes and she smiled coldly. "Do you want me to 
program you to do it?" I slowly shook my head.

She walked to the top stair and started walking down. "And keep it shaven, 
Roy," she said over her shoulder. "I want it smooth as silk." She was still 
laughing when she walked out the front door.

I almost cried. Picking the towel up, I slowly walked back to the shower, my 
still hard cock bobbing in front of me. Standing in the shower, I cut my 
pubic hair as short as I could, the hairs raining down my legs and onto the 
tiled floor. After liberally spreading shaving cream over my lower stomach, 
groin and balls, I carefully started the slow task of shaving. All through 
this long process, my cock bobbed obscenely in the white shaving cream, 
still hard and almost mocking me for what I had become.

After showering again, I examined myself in the mirror. Somehow, my hairless 
cock and balls seemed even more naked, even more obscenely exposed. Still 
hard, I desperately needed to cum and, giving into that need, I frantically 
tried to jerk off but couldn't seem to find the right grip or the right 
rhythm. Trying again and again, I realised I just could not do it. Dam her, 
I cursed! Giving up, I slumped naked and shorn on the bathroom floor, a 
small tear running from my eye.

What's next, I wondered?
End Part 5/30


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