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Subject: {ASSM} Domme-in-a-box (FM femdom, sci-fy, robotic, sm, oral,  )
Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2002 19:10:06 -0400
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Domme-in-a-box
Chapter Two
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"John? John, time to wake up in there". I could feel her breath upon my face
as she leaned in closer. Her hands gently supported me as I leaned heavily
into the cuffs.  "Come on now, enough playing games. If you keep your eyes
closed any longer I'm going to be the one calling your safeword and then
that's it for the both of us.  Up and at'em!"

My eyes opened groggily and I saw her standing in front of me, naked with
her hair tumbling around her shoulders, wearing an expression of exasperated
concern on her face. I guess I must have been out of it for awhile. My eyes
drifted around the room, trying to figure out what the hell had happened,
when they focused on the remote control lying abandoned on the bed. In a
protective movement born out of the caveman era, my hands flew to cover my
cock and balls. I remembered with soul searing clarity what had happened and
that I was still stretched out for my purchase's pleasure.

"Oh, no, my little corporate drone, no touching! I've decided that while I'm
here . visiting . that you aren't going to have access to that cock of yours
at all unless I'm in the mood. I think the poor thing gets too much of your
time as it is and it will do you good to learn some proper discipline. So,
before I take you down from the magnetic crossbar, I'm going to put a nice
leash and collar on you. No more touching, little drone" and with that she
smirked. After all I had been thru, she smirked at me! The thoughts I had at
this point are not fit for print.

With a snarl on my lips, I was all set to safeword my way out of this
situation that had, in my estimation, gone south in a hurry. She must have
seen the words ready to fly from my lips, because she gracefully rested a
hand against my chest and put her lips to mine. After a two-second internal
struggle, my cock rose and my mind took a dive.  I simply inhaled her. Such
a womanly, musky scent traveled around her, that swallowing my words (and my
pride) did not seem such a heavy matter. Her lips slanted against mine, her
tongue outlined the shape of my lips and my arms longed to hold her. How I
could succumb so swiftly and forget my fears and anger amazed me. I swirled
in her scent and fastened my mouth hungrily on hers. Anything. I would do
anything at that point for more.

Her free hand reached down and gently enfolded my cock in her grasp. Teasing
and tormenting me by stroking and scratching at me till a groan was
permanently etched in my throat.  The only way I could show my appreciation
for her attentions was to sluttishly thrust my cock deeper into her hand.
Purring and moaning, I almost came from the feelings she aroused in me.

With kisses landing flash-like on my lips and her hand stroking me oh so
deliciously, she asked me if I would wear the collar for her;  to show her
that I would be obedient and belong completely to her ...  Ohghod, I almost
made it till she flicked the head of my cock with her nails. "Yes, Ma'am,
ghod, yes, I'll wear it. Please, please Ma'am, do that again" With her nails
gently encircling and squeezing my throbbing tip, she then pressed for more.
"Give me this, my little corporate drone. Give me total control. Give me
your cock, give me these full, tight, hungry balls and let me do what I want
with them." and with that she squeezed them.. and squeezed them, till I
would have been on my knees screaming in agony if I had been able. The only
thing I could do was shudder and nod my head frantically against her lips.
With my total capitulation, she soothed my naked, wracked body with her lips
to my chest and her hands to my balls for a very long time.

"That's my sweet John. Let's get you fastened up nice and tight, then take
you down from there". Her bag of plenty was ruffled thru and a black leather
braided collar was brought out. I have to admit that it was beautiful
looking thing with its old-world style craftsmanship.  It had two d-rings,
one on each side and a thick buckle to hold it in place. She stood flush
against me, chest to chest and placed it around my neck. Nuzzling against
her, I swear that when she finally decides to leave me, I would still smell
her perfume hanging in the air.

"One last ornament for your collar" she murmured and put a small lock with a
nametag on the buckle. It said "C-Drone #001"

Part Three

With two lengths of perfectly measured chain, she locked my wrists to my
collar. I could stretch out and function pretty normally.  I just couldn't
get my hands below my waist.  Just knowing that I wasn't able to touch
myself till she decreed was enough to waken the rotten beast up and I stood
at half-mast thru out the dinner we prepared together. She slipped on one of
my good shirts, rolled up the sleeves and walked barefoot thru the kitchen
as comfortably as a regally gowned Queen attending to her court.  I don't
remember a time I've ever been more aware of my own state of undress.

The hour was late when we finished and even with the catnap I had taken
while bound standing up, I could feel my eyelids grow heavy. Noticing it,
she led me by the wrist till we reached my bed.  She had me stand in spot
till she had gotten everything ready. One blanket placed on the floor by the
side of the bed, one pillow thrown haphazardly on top of it and my chains
tightened till my wrists rested securely against my chest.  She looked at me
in deep thought before reaching into her bag that she had placed on the
nightstand. Out came a long leather leash, which she then wrapped around the
bedpost, then to my collar. I don't think I was meant to go anywhere that
night. It was reassuring and comforting in the oddest sort of way. It went
beyond my masochistic desires and soothed a spot in my soul that I didn't
realize needed comforting. To have this much preparation go into keeping me
secure and unable to leave her. made me never want to even make the attempt.
I would never admit such a thing out loud, you understand.

She sat at the edge of the bed cross-legged, quietly humming some ageless
tune while combing out her long dark tresses. I fell asleep to the image
still playing gently thru my mind.

Sometime in the middle of the night, as I could still see the moonlight
still streaming in the open window, I felt her hands on my shoulders. I was
lying curled on my side with my arms tucked in close around my body, trying
to keep the blanket from slipping off my shoulders AND keep my feet covered
in a hopeless bid to stay warm and cozy. It was made even more impossible
when she slowly dragged it off me and repositioned me so that I was lying
flat on my back. I murmured something appropriate and tried to go to back to
sleep, thinking that she just wanted to join me in my uncomfortable bed.  I
felt her legs swing around and straddle my chest until her legs pinned my
shoulders to the ground and her pussy stood a few inches from my mouth. It
felt like I was still dreaming as I inhaled that lovely perfume she wore.
Her hands lightly caressed my stomach and chest, then settled with unerring
accuracy on my highly sensitive nipples. Stroking and pinching them till
they were hard little pebbles on my chest, she slowly tortured them between
her fingertips. I might not of been awake enough to realize what was
happening, but my cock was. Damn thing is on duty 24/7.

I felt the drag of chain across my chest, then a streak of pain erupted as
she clamped something hard down on one of my nipples. I sat up abruptly,
trying to unseat her. On raising up as much as I could in that one brief
moment, all I got was a face full of sweet smelling pussy. She was locked on
me, with knees at the ready. I was pinned fully, with my arms trapped
beneath her. There was no leverage to get on my elbows and lift myself up.
While I struggled in vain, she laughed wickedly and got the lone nipple
ready. She twisted and pulled on my nipple and set the clamp on, then pulled
the chain and dragged out a groan. I can't believe that I, a fully-grown
man, could be so easily vanquished. The only balm to my ego was that she was
a mech. She tugged the chain and lowered herself fully onto my face. "I can'
t sleep, little drone" was all that she said. The smell of her swamped me.
Her arousal crept up my nose and invaded my thinking. How a woman could
smell so mind stunningly delicious when she got wet was beyond my ken.  She
looked like a ripe peach, with just the lightest fuzz. My lips found her and
I entered heaven. The only thing that kept me firmly anchored was the chain
she kept tugging. I lapped at her.  My tongue dipped and dove.  I sucked on
her clit while she rode me harder. Her pony I became with an occasional
flick of the reins on my cock to keep me well mannered.

With her hands tugging my nipples, my groans rumbled inside her hot pussy.
This only seemed to egg her on to even greater heights. She'd tug on the
chains, then grind herself on the bridge of my nose, while my tongue tried
to keep up with her juices flow. She used me till her cum trickled down the
sides of my face and my eyelashes grew sticky from what she produced. My
tongue got tired, my nipples felt coated with white hot ash and my cock
twitched and throbbed in an unanswered protest.

When she finished cumming, she gently stretched and stood up, so that I was
looking straight up the v of her long legs. I could see the puffiness from
use and the dew still clinging to the folds of her skin.  The knowledge that
I was the one who had brought her such pleasure was the reason my submissive
heart beat.  She un-straddled my legs, leaned over, ruffled my hair and told
me with an absent-minded smile what a good boy I was. She then stood up and
to this day, I won't forget what she did next. She placed her foot upon my
chest, straightened up and pulled the reins off. My mouth formed the scream
before my nipples felt the rush. My hands protectively cradled my poor
tortured pecs and I turned on my side while the tears started to leak. Even
tho at that moment, I couldn't admit it to myself, the masochist inside me
was totally content. It's voice finally stilled after years of desperate
yearning.

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