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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP: Wicked Game 5 (FD CB Mast Magic)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 19:10:04 -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 the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!



The Wicked Game Chronicles:
Book 1.
The Devil and Mr Brownlow.
(Part 5.)

by Nessus

FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic




I gave my name to the pretty receptionist in the lobby of the beauty salon. 
The decor spelt money, money and more money and was very sophisticated.  A 
pretty young black woman in a chocolate coloured smock appeared at my side. 
"This way," she said, leading me away from the reception to a small corridor 
to the side. The smock was short and I examined her bare legs as she walked 
in front of me to a small elevator. "This is for our private clients," she 
explained, pushing the button to summon the elevator.

We rode to the top in silence and she made no secret of the fact she was 
examining me with a strange smile on her face. I followed her to a light 
filled room that was set up as a beauty salon for one.

"I'm Anita," she said. "Take your jacket off and sit at the basin, honey." I 
did as instructed and relaxed as she shampooed my hair, enjoying the touch 
of her long fingers on my scalp. After seating myself at a mirror, Anita 
quickly cut and styled my hair. As she was finishing, Lucy Duivel casually 
walked in and sat in a comfortable leather chair.

"Ok, what do you think?" Anita asked.  I started to answer when I realised 
she wasn't asking me.

"Looks great," Ms Duivel answered. "Just what I imagined." Anita had done a 
great job and I kind of looked like a young Hugh Grant.

"Ok. What about the next thing, Mam?" Anita asked hesitantly, glancing at my 
reflection in the mirror.

"Sure," Ms Duivel said. "Christopher," she said, looking directly at me. 
"Take all your clothes off."
Shocked, I opened my mouth to protest but I saw the hard look in her eyes 
and I wanted that promotion.

Slowly, I stood and stripped my clothes off and placed them on a table until 
I was stark naked in front of the two women. Anita smiled, as she looked me 
up and down while Ms Duivel affected a bored look. To my horror, I felt my 
cock stir.

"Lie on that, honey," Anita said and for the first time I noticed an 
examination bench, complete with gynaecological stirrups in the corner of 
the room.

Reluctantly, I clambered up and when she tapped the stirrups with her 
fingers, I placed my feet in them so I was lewdly and wantonly exposed for 
all. Grinning, Anita produced clippers and, with a loud buzzing noise, 
started to cut my pubic hair back to coarse stubble. The vibration of the 
clippers ran through me and my cock leapt to attention, waving in front of 
Anita's smiling eyes.

The noise stopped and she left me for a moment, leaving me exposed on the 
bench with my hard cock throbbing. Lucy Duivel stood next to the bench and 
smiled down at me. "Great stuff, kid. Guess you will obey me after all."

Anita returned and I felt the sensuous tickle of a shaving brush as lather 
was applied over my recently harvested crotch. "No sudden movements," warned 
Anita and I watched as she expertly used a razor to completely denude my 
crotch. When the remains of the lather was removed with a warm towel, my 
hard cock stood exposed in a hairless terrain.

Both women looked down at me with smiles on their faces and I noticed that 
Anita had a small black jewellery case in her hands. "I got to tell ya," she 
said, staring at my hard cock. "I can't do this while he's like that."

Lucy Duivel laughed. "No problem. Kid," she said, looking down at me, 
"you're all hard. Want to cum?"

I blushed. "Yes," I mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Yes, Ms Duivel," I said loudly. "I would like to cum."

"You know what to ask me. Wait," she said suddenly. "Anita has done a great 
job so you can ask her." Lucy turned to Anita. "Have you seen a man jerk 
off?" she asked conversationally and Anita shook her head, a strange smile 
on her lovely face. Ms Duivel turned back to me. "Ask," she commanded.

My face burning with humiliation, I looked up at the young woman. "Please 
Anita," I stammered. "Can I jerk off?" She giggled and nodded so I ran my 
fingers around my throbbing cock. Both women watched me keenly as I started 
to pull and jerk it.

"Keep your eyes open," Ms Duivel said sharply when I started to close them 
so I looked at the two women as they watched me masturbate. With a groan, I 
spurted into the air as I pumped and pumped until I slumped back, chest 
heaving and with cum running down my hairless crotch.

"That's it," Ms Duivel said. "Show's over."

Giggling, Anita wiped me with another towel as my cock subsided. She opened 
the jewellery case and produced a strange ring with a curved silver tube 
attached, which she threaded my shrunken cock through. Numb, I watched as 
the ring was snapped around my balls. As she used a small device to tighten 
it, she instructed Ms Duivel. "These screws are recessed and only this 
special tool unlocks them so don't lose it." The device felt tight around my 
genitals and my cock, in the silver tube, was pointing downwards over my 
balls.

"That's the thing," she said, moving back to admire her handiwork.

"Great," Ms Duivel said. "You can get dressed, Christopher." As I dressed, 
Ms Duivel paid Anita and left without a word.

Embarrassed, I straightened my tie as Anita watched me, the device feeling 
tight around my genitals. "She's really got you now, man."

"Possibly." But I was going to get that promotion, I thought as I moved 
towards the door.

"Hey," she called after me. "Make sure you sit when you pee, man. Or you'll 
make a mess." Giggling, she shut the door and I waited for the elevator.
End Part 5.



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