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Subject: {ASSM} Domme-in-a-box {Femdom, Science Fiction, robotic, cbt}
Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 05:10:03 -0400
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Domme-in-a-box
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karinthiarose@hotmail.com
June, 2002

"Dear Sir,

I do want to apologize first for not getting you the exact model that you
requested via our online catalog.  That model number has been increasingly
popular and due to factory constraints, it is simply impossible to keep up
with the backlog our new line has created.  In an effort to keep our
customers happy, our main goal, we've sent along a substitute that might be
in keeping with your desires.

While not versed in more subtle duties, this particular model is quite
capable of fulfilling all the needs stated in our online brochure. It has
graced some of the finest homes and has always come back to the center with
the highest feedback. We took the liberty of tweaking it comparably to some
of your previous purchases. In this attempt, we've changed a few of the
physical features and implanted a sadist's pleasure chip. Please be aware
that this model has never experienced this type of pleasure before, so use
it sparingly and with some caution as she may become addicted to it (if you
have any questions in this regard, please see the user's manual for more
details).

As with other models you may have experienced, this particular model comes
fully loaded. While historical memory has been erased for previous client's
privacy, all sensation and learning experiences have been kept in tact for
future client's usage. If this should become a problem, please see the user'
s manual for more details.

The packing invoice alongside the shipping crate will reflect the price
difference that we have given you as a loyal returning member. If you should
have any questions or comments, please, as always, feel free to take
advantage of our customer service hotline.

Sincerely,
Customer Service,
New-age Laboratories"

----

A black high-heeled stiletto was the first thing that came out of the crate.
Then the longest legs I have ever seen followed. They seemed to stretch for
miles before I saw the woman attached to them.  She wore a short, black
mini-skirt made of shimmering metallic material that stopped right before it
became illegal to wear in public. A flouncy white business shirt that ended
with puffs at the cuff completed the ensemble.  Long dark tresses were swept
to one side with an impatient hand as her eyes found mine. Crystal clear
blue heaven were the color of her eyes.

"Are you John?" her southern voice drawled over my left shoulder as she
slowly walked around me. I could hear the light click of her heels on the
floor before she stopped directly behind my back and slowly drew a long
fingernail down its center. Examining, estimating how much it would take to
get me on my knees.

"Yes, Ma'am, John. My safeword is mercy"

"Understood and noted, John. Let's see how fast we can get you to use it,
hmm? That's the way you like it, isn't it? To be taken as roughly and as
hard as you can stand it? Tell me now so there is NO misunderstanding".

I could feel the blood start to flow faster thru my veins as she asked me
that. Getting taken by one of these women was always an experience. They
didn't feel the tender mercies that most did. They didn't stop until you
have given your all to them and reached the point where your life hung in
the balance if that was your kink. Unfortunately, that was mine. I needed to
ride that edge and the only way I've ever been able to get it filled was
this way. No real life woman could be as mean and uncaring as I needed her
to be.

"I asked you a question, John. Don't make me repeat myself" She said as her
hands found my shoulders and started to push me down to my knees. Oh, ghod,
the strength she had. Before I could even get my muscles to put up a token
protest, I was down looking at the tops of her beautiful shoes. "Now, you
little sluggard, tell me just how much you need it hard and rough while you
clean the traveling dust off my shoes."

Her fingers in my hair guided my lips to the top of her shoes, where I
kissed them in absolute gratitude for the things I knew she was going to
make me experience. I needed this more than the money and the power I had
spent my life accumulating. "I need it rough, Ma'am. The harder and nastier,
the better." <small kisses to toe opening> " I need to be taken to the
limits of what I can give." <slow lustful licks to the arch>  "It's the only
way I can get off now" <tongue wrapped around stiletto>

"That's a good boy, John. I bet you're the type that sits at night thinking
of being beaten and hurt with your hand wrapped tight around that cock of
yours, don't you? Stand up nice and tall and let's see what you're got to
offer me. Go on, John, take that corporate drone uniform off."

She settled herself deep into one of the armchairs closest to me and crossed
those long legs of hers. The only thing I could think of at that moment was
of burying my head as quickly and as deeply between them as humanly
possible.

I did as she requested with hands shaking a trifle as my internal
temperature started shooting upward (along with other parts of my body). I
had masturbated frequently and furiously while planning her order, but have
been abstinent ever since and it was starting to show.

"Spread your legs  Get them nice and wide for me. Then, one hand behind your
back and one hand wrapped around that little toy you seem to be trying to
shoot me with" she said. Ah, that laughing smirk was going to be the death
of me, I can see it already.

Just knowing she was sitting there, watching me masturbate for her was
enough to get my already hard cock aching. Her eyes followed my movements
and when it looked like I was enjoying myself a little too much, she'd make
me switch hands or slow down. The frustration level was already shooting up
in me and she hadn't done one single solitary thing to me yet. Glorious!

"That's enough now, my little corporate drone. Go fetch the bag lying in the
shipping compartment and bring it to me. I think it's time I started your
training, don't you?"

While I returned with it, she rustled thru it till she pulled out four ident
ical metal cuffs. "These are the latest, John, have you ever used them
before?" At my hesitant no, she explained that between these magnetic cuffs
and the small crossbar she'd place at my back, there was no need for hefty
bondage furniture or trying to find a place for eyehooks. They'd keep me in
place, spread out and sturdy on my feet without anything needed but these
five simple pieces.

A minute later, I was stretched out in my own bedroom, helpless in front of
a complete stranger, willing her to beat me till I caved in amongst myself.
The hunger for it raged like a living fire thru my veins ...  this need I
had that I couldn't even explain to myself and had given up trying to ages
ago.

"You don't mind if I undress, do you, little drone? I find that this kind of
.. work .. gets me all mussy and I hate to ruin good clothes". Without even
bothering to wait for a reply, her skirt was shimmed off and her shirt was
unbuttoned and tossed on my bed. Ghod, those boys who made her sure knew
what the hell they were doing. To say she was a goddess come to life would
be mere words. This woman had the curves, the attitude and the sheer
sexiness that could make a stone man crawl on all fours and bay at the moon.

She stood there, in her high-heeled stilettos, bra and panties with the
biggest, self-satisfied grin on her face and I was totally enthralled. She
turned to ruffle thru her bag and I looked and drooled and dreamed.

Not a minute passed before I felt the first smack of the floggers in her
hand. She laid on me sure and steady, generally increasing the pace and
pressure till I felt a warm glow settle along my skin. "That always feels so
good, doesn't it? It's like a lover's hand caressing you" she murmured
before reaching yet again into her travel bag. I didn't have time to see
what she pulled out of it next, but ghod, I felt it! She spun it with her
wrist and attacked my back and ass. Every lash felt like a bit of me had
been carved out. My moans got louder and I had a harder time keeping in
place while she worked me over. I was in heaven.

"Mmm, this IS lovely, isn't it?" she murmured. "Odd how I never noticed how
much I enjoyed doing this before" Then it came on a trifle faster. Smacking
at the spot where my thighs met my ass before raising again to whack at the
fleshy part of my buttocks. I was starting to dance in spot, wiggling and
twisting this way and that. Not sure if I was turning into it or trying to
run from it. My breath turned to a pant and the sweat started to gather on
my sides.

"That's a good boy, give it to me. Every pant, every flinch is mine! I'm
going to make you hurt sooo much" she hissed. Ohghod, my cock sprang to life
and my knees shook with the feelings swamping me. Just knowing that for once
the threats of violence against me would be proven over and over again was
enough to make my whole body come alive as never before.

She struck me harder, determined to eek out every sound she could.  How long
would it take for her to make me scream mercy at the speed I was falling??

For a brief moment, the blows to my body stopped and I looked up to find
her, with her hand sliding inside her panties, rubbing herself gently and
delicately with a look of absolute pleasure on her face. When she saw my
look, she grinned mischievously, licked her index finger and sauntered up to
me. "I bet you would have loved to have a taste of that, wouldn't you, you
little corporate drone? Be a good boy and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you
bury that tongue between my legs." With that said, eyes looking directly
into mine, she licked each and every one of her fingers.

"Ma'am!! That's unfair!" I cried out unthinkingly. Two seconds later, my
chin was in her hand and her face was right in mine. "Unfair, corporate
drone? Unfair?! Who ever said that this was to be "fair"?!" With that, for
the first time, I felt her slap me. She gripped my chin tight as I tried to
turn away and she slapped me! My head bucked back and the only thing keeping
my world aright was her grasp. When I let out a moan, I heard an answering
one come from her. When I could focus on her face again, I saw the lust to
hurt me transform her face. She was truly enjoying this! Her eyes centered
on mine and she did it again. Rocking me back and forth, her hand struck me
again and again. The sting! Ahghod, how something so simple could hurt so
badly, I don't understand, but I felt each and every blow afresh. Her body
closed in on mine and one her long legs positioned themselves between mine.
Each blow sent me rubbing along her, sliding my cock against the silkiness
of her thigh. Ohghod, mercy, I thought to myself, mercy.

"Oh, no you don't, my little drone, I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long
shot." she said as she slowly tapped my cheeks one last time, then released
my chin and stepped back. I hung there, totally supported by the magnetic
cuffs, feeling my face awash with flames and my cock bobbing between my
legs.

I heard her heels gently clicking as she walked towards the bed and her
travel bag again. I was so very tempted to look and see what she was
getting, but with my safeword trying to see how it sounded on my tongue, I
kept my head firmly down. When I heard her approach me and kneel down at my
feet, I realized that yet again I had made a mistake. Her hair tickled my
thighs as I watched the top of her head move between my legs. I felt her
pulling my cock and balls, positioning them, then re-stretching them. What
the hell was she doing??  I felt one last "snap" and her sigh of
contentment.

"I sincerely hope you're worth this. I've made this myself and have been
saving it for a very special occasion. If you disappoint me, you are going
to be one very sorry corporate drone" She warned me. When I looked down, I
could see it covering my cock and balls.  It fit me as cozy as a condom and
was a slick-looking blackish color. I twitched my cock and could feel the
material "give", so I wasn't in any agony or worried yet.

"Oh, I'm not done yet, John. One last little thing to put in and you'll be
ready to go." she said as she pulled out a thin metal rod. "hmm.. we REALLY
don't want to bother the neighbors, do we? How do you feel about gags?" she
laughed as she reached into that damn bag of plenty one more time. She
pulled out a gag bit that you would use on a horse and approached me. "Ma'
am, this is too much. I don't want to use it, but Mer ..."

"mumble, mumble, John? Is that the way to talk to a lady? Tisk, you really
do need to learn some manners, don't you? It's really a good thing you
ordered me, then, isn't it?" and with that I watched her put some lube along
that metal rod and kneel at my feet again. Ghod, she really was gorgeous.  I
was stretched even wider, till my feet were arched off the floor and she
gently but with so much agony inserted that rod into my cock. At first, it
felt like there was nothing to it .. but after she got the tip in and kept
slowly, pushing it deeper, I felt like my cock was being split apart. I
threw my head back and safeworded.  I safeworded long and hard, till the
sound reverberated thru my skull. She kept on with her playing, slipping it
in as deep as she could, then back out again. Fucking my cock with her
homemade playtoy. I was almost out of my mind with agony.

"Oh, don't take on so, drone. I haven't even turned it on yet! You see, the
neat thing about this toy here is that I took the technology from the
magnetic cuffs and mutated it for this cock cuff. You see, inside the
material there are miniature prongs. You'll believe they're prongs, won't
you? Nothing wicked like needles, John, as I think the thought of those
would scare you to death, wouldn't they? Well, these "prongs" will come out
when a button is pushed and the magnetic current attracts them to the metal
rod inserted along the length of you. Should be quite a thing to see. I
haven't had much time to experiment with it as of yet. Aren't you glad you'
re the first one?"

Mercy! Ohghod, mercy! I screamed around the gag.

"But first, I do think I owe myself a bit of a lie-down, don't you? And you
won't mind if I sink my fingers deep inside as I watch you twitch and dance
for me, do you? No? Thank you, John. I had a feeling you'd bring up no
objections".

I saw her remove the last articles of clothing she wore, stretch out on my
bed with her face turned towards me and pick up the remote. The lust in her
eyes kept my cock as hard as a rock, even tho I was willing it to shrink
into nothing and crawl away as fast as it was able. She spread her legs,
dipped a finger and with a grin pressed the button.

!!! MERCY !!!

<system overload. Please see user's manual for details >

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