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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Wicked Game 4 (FD CB Mast Magic)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 20:10:08 -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 4.)

by Nessus

FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic


The next day, I warily went to work with the freshly washed panties in my 
briefcase, hoping last nights exhibition for Lucy Duivel was the last. I 
treasured my new job and my new city and I didn't want to do anything to 
jeopardise them.

It wasn't until mid-morning that my phone rang.

"Christopher Brownlow," I answered.

"This is Nicole, Ms Duivels assistant. Ms Duivel would like to see you soon. 
Are you available?

"When?" I croaked and, for some reason, my cock started to swell.

"In thirty minutes?"

"Of course," I said my mouth dry. " Where?"

She laughed at my stupidity. "Level thirty seven, in the executive suites." 
She was still laughing when she rang off. After making sure no one could 
see, I stealthily removed the washed panties from my brief case and put them 
in my trousers pocket. I couldn't understand why my cock was straining to 
reach erection as I thought of what might happen in thirty minutes time.

At the appointed time, I stood in front of Nicole's desk and introduced 
myself. She was a pretty dark haired woman about my age dressed in the 
businesswoman's chic of suit and dark hose.

"Ms Duivel will be with you soon. Please take a seat."  Nervously, I sat on 
the edge of the leather chair and waited while sneaking glances at Nicole's 
legs in her short skirt.

Finally, the door opened and Lucy Duivel stood smiling at me from the 
doorway. Dressed in a charcoal suit with an elegant blouse and grey hose, 
she was stunning. "Come in Christopher," she said, holding the door open. 
"How are you today?" she asked as I darted past her and into the office. Her 
perfume was everywhere and was almost intoxicating.

I stood uneasily in the centre of the office and, in spite of myself, 
enjoyed the breathtaking view. It was a corner office, of course, and the 
extraordinary New York skyline filled the vast expanse of glass. The door 
closed and she was standing close to me. "You have something of mine?" she 
said and I blushed at the memory.

"Yes, Ms Duivel," I rushed and handed her the panties.

"Washed?" she inquired as she examined them and I hoped Nicole wouldn't 
enter the office then.

"Yes, Ms Duivel."

"Did washing them get you hard?" she asked shrewdly.

I hung my head, wondering how she knew. "Yes, Ms Duivel," I answered softly.

"You didn't jerk off?" she demanded and I shook my head. "Great," she 
smiled. "Sit down Chris," she said, pointing at two sofas near the window, 
separated by a large wooden coffee table. I sat, furtively trying to 
rearrange my hard cock in my pants, and waited. She sat opposite me, crossed 
her legs and I stole a glance at her nylon-clad legs.

Idly, she toyed with the panties in her hands while she clinically examined 
me. "I guess you feel embarrassed and humiliated about last night."

"Oh yes," I gushed. "Ms Duivel, I'm sorry and so embarrassed about the whole 
incident. I don't know what to do if....."

"I don't care," she said mildly, interrupting me in full flight. "I don't 
care how humiliated you feel." I sat back in shock, confusion welling up in 
me. "All I care about is whether you obey me. And, last night you obeyed me 
so I'm thinking about rewarding you, Christopher. Would you like that?"

My cock swelled again. "Ah, yes. Of course," I said, my mouth dry.

"I'm thinking of setting up a strategic workgroup on marketing outcomes for 
our new product ranges. I could include you in that group. It would be a 
small promotion for you."

"Promotion. Ms Duivel, I don't know how to thank you! I promise I will apply 
myself to...."

Her eyes bored into me and she spoke slowly. "I'm offering you a deal. Do 
you accept?"

"Yes," I said eagerly.

"You will obey me?"

"Of course."

"Without question. That's the deal," she added meaningfully.

"Ms Duivel, I have no problem with...," I gushed but I suddenly stopped when 
she moved her hands apart and stretched taut the panties.

"Prove it. Kiss these panties."

The shock must have played across my face but she showed no emotion as her 
steely eyes bored into me. Face burning, I gulped and leaned forward over 
the coffee table. "No," she snapped. "Kneel at my feet." Suddenly conscious 
of the broad expanse of glass surrounding us, I forced myself to rise and 
then kneel at her feet. My cock shifted and swelled in my pants as I stared 
at the taut expanse of black panties in front of my face. I pursed my lips 
and tenderly kissed the satin panties.

"Good," she said softly. "I'm going to call Nicole in and you will keep 
kissing those panties."

I recoiled in shock but I wanted that promotion. "If you say so, Ms Duivel," 
I mumbled, kissing the panties once more.

"Great," she smiled and she leaned close to me. "Are you hard?"

"Yes Ms Duivel."

"Would you like to jerk off?"

I glanced at the glass and the skyscrapers peering down at us. "Yes," I 
croaked.

"Later," she said, tossing the panties onto the coffee table. "Get up, kid. 
You can sit down for a while." She glanced at my bulging crotch. "Until that 
goes down, anyway. I don't want you scaring Nicole." Ms Duivel uncrossed and 
then crossed her legs, the rasp of nylon tickling my sensitive cock. "This 
could be the first of many promotions, Christopher. Who knows, you could 
break the record and be the youngest person to get to the executive suites. 
You want to know who holds the record, kid?"

"Yes," I said numbly, my mind swirling in confusion and the humiliation at 
what I had just done.

"Me. And I'm a tough act to beat."

"Yes, I know," I said ruefully.

She laughed at that. "I'll launch the memo on the new workgroup at close of 
business today. If," she paused coldly, "you continue to obey me."

"Of course, Ms Duivel."

"Ok. Great.  Be at this address at one this afternoon." She slid a card 
across the coffee table to me. "Let's see if you have what it takes."

I picked up the card and saw it was a beauty salon. "Yes, Ms Duivel," I said 
woodenly. I was going to stay in New York, no matter what. And I was going 
to get to the thirty-seventh floor.
End Part 4.



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