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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Wicked Game 6 (FD Mast CB magic)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 21:10:05 -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 the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!



The Wicked Game Chronicles:
Book 1.
The Devil and Mr Brownlow.
(Part 6.)

by Nessus

FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic

I threw myself into my work for the rest of the afternoon and became so 
focused I didn't notice when people started to go home. Troy stood at my 
workstation and waved a piece of paper at me. "Guess I got to congratulate 
you," he said. "When did you know you were moving up?"

"This morning," I said truthfully. "I got called up to Ms Duivel's office."

"Oh yeah?"

"It was a surprise. How long has she been with the company?"

"I don't exactly remember," he said vaguely. "Seems like forever."

"She's an interesting woman."

"Watch her, buddy. She's a tough bitch."

"Is she?" I said, feeling the tightness around my cock. You don't know how 
tough, I thought.

"A real ball breaker," he said and I had to silently agree. "Nice little 
group you're in." He offered the memo and I took it, looking for my name. 
There were five names in the new group, mine, Tom Longeron, Thelma Byrd, 
Rebecca Lorenzo and Sandra Wallace. A cosy little group of two men and three 
women.

Troy studied me carefully. "You look different."

"I had my hair cut during lunch."

"Oh yeah, right. So, you're moving up. So long eleventh floor. Hello 
seventeen. When do you move?"

"I don't know."

"It says that Sandra Wallace is the Project Leader. Guess she'll tell you. 
Catch you later, man. I've got a little honey waiting." He left and I felt a 
twinge of envy. With the device encasing my cock, it wasn't possible for me 
to enjoy a `little honey'.

"Hey," Troy called from the elevator. "Almost forgot. A package came for 
you. It's next to my desk." The doors closed and I was alone in the office. 
Slowly, I walked to Troy's office, the device feeling strange around my cock 
as I moved.

The package contained a small mobile phone, a single door key and nothing 
else. I examined them both for clues but found none. Switching the phone on, 
I packed up and went home.

Once home, I shook off my pants and carefully examined the metal tube and 
ring that encircled my cock and balls. It was fitted very snugly and I 
couldn't see any possible way of removing it by myself. Sighing, I perched 
on the toilet to pee and wondered if success was worth all this. I had to 
admit that I felt a tingle sexual anticipation though and wondered what Ms 
Lucy Duivel had planned.

I changed out of my business clothes into more casual attire and sat to 
watch TV when, suddenly, the mobile phone rang. "Hello," I said hesitantly.

"Go to the top floor, apartment 14b and wait for me there," Ms Duivel said 
and rung off.  That sexual tingle came back as I picked up the door key that 
came with the phone and walked quickly to the elevator.

Apartment 14b was more spacious than mine and had furniture and furnishings 
of better quality. Nervously, I perched on the edge of the sofa and waited. 
It wasn't long before Lucy Duivel swept in, closing the door behind her, 
still dressed in her charcoal business suit.

I jumped up to greet her. "Good evening, Ms Duivel."

"There's some champagne in the ice box. Open it and pour me a glass." I 
quickly did so and placed the bubbling glass on a small table next to the 
sofa as she made herself comfortable. She hung her jacket and sat down, her 
large breasts prominent in the tight silk of her blouse. "Strip," she said, 
sipping the champagne.

Without hesitation, I stripped naked while she watched. From now on, when 
you are told to come here, you will waited naked. Understand?"

 From now on? How long was this little game going on? "Of course, Ms Duivel."

She smiled at the device around my genitals. "How does that feel?"

"Uncomfortable," I said.

"Is that a fact?" she smiled cruelly. Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and 
slid her skirt up. I gasped when I saw she was wearing stockings and garters 
and my cock swelled in its prison, causing a ripple of pain to ride through 
me. She laughed when she saw my grimace. "Guess I've got that under 
control." Ms Duivel slid her skirt down and sipped the champagne. "I've kept 
my end of the bargain," she said. "You keep yours and everything will be 
ok."

"Ms Duivel, how long do I have to keep this on?" I whined, gesturing at the 
device.

"Until I say so. You could call this agreement off and find someone to 
remove it. Probably have to use a metal saw or some cutting tool." I winced 
at the thought and she giggled. "I'd pay to watch that so let me know if you 
decide to get it cut off." She languidly lay back on the sofa. "I like 
having control and I like having a handsome naked young man totally under my 
control. It's very horny and it will become addictive for you. Come here."

I moved before her and she motioned me to kneel before her. Smiling she 
widened her legs and I stared into the darkness of her skirt, my cock 
rebelling against the tube. "Take my shoes off." My hands trembled as I 
slipped her high-heels off and held her warm nylon covered foot in my palms. 
"Massage," she said dreamily and I caressed and kneaded her feet, provoking 
little murmurs of pleasure from her.

Slowly, she allowed her legs to slide apart, revealing her grey stocking 
tops, garter belt and black silken panties. My cock ached in its tube as I 
stared at her panties while massaging her feet. Suddenly, I sensed her 
looking at me and raised my eyes to her smiling face. "Would you like to 
kiss my stockings?" she said huskily and I nodded frantically. "Kiss them," 
she instructed and, fighting the pain gripping my cock, I leaned forward to 
gently let my lips kiss the nylon of her stocking tops, my cheek caressing 
the white soft skin of her inner thigh.

"Does it hurt?" she asked huskily and I raised my face from the nylon.

"Yes Ms Duivel," I whimpered, hoping she would take mercy on me.

"Good," she whispered and she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and I 
gaped at the pink puffy lips of her pussy surrounded by trimmed blonde hair. 
It was like I was hypnotised by the lewd sight and I felt drawn by the musky 
perfume of her cunt to bury my face in her depths. Her dew lay on the ridges 
and lips and I could tell she was incredibly aroused. So was I and yet, I 
was also in terrible pain as my cock vainly fought against its metal prison.

My tongue played over her pussy and I felt her fingers play with my hair as 
she guided me closer and closer until my face was mashed against her 
wetness. My cock screamed in torment as I licked, kissed and probed until 
her trembling thighs gripped my head and her hand pulled my face tight 
against her.

A throaty guttural moan escaped her, her beautiful face drawn in passion, 
eyes closed as she lolled on the sofa in orgasm and rode my face to her 
ultimate pleasure. Exhausted, I slumped back as she released me, my cock 
aching and I begged with my eyes for relief.

After a moment, she shakily stood and disappeared into what was obviously 
the bathroom. She was again the composed woman of power when she returned. 
Putting her jacket on, she smiled down at me. "Have a good night," she said, 
opening the door.

Frustrated, incredibly frustrated, I watched the door close and I swore I 
could hear her laughing.
End Part 6



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