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Subject: {ASSM} Domme-in-a-box part 4 (Fdom, Fm, sci-fy, robotic, humil, anal, fist)
Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 04:10:04 -0400
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Domme-in-a-box
part 4

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"Alright, my horny little drone. I won't make you do a thing. You'll do it
all yourself" she smirked. "Put one hand around that slut between your legs
and give it what it wants. You're so horny it's never out of your thoughts
for long anyway and here I am giving you a chance to play with it. Go on,
take it."  I KNEW this is one of those situations where I couldn't win for
losing. Play with it and risk earning her displeasure for being a complete
slut or refuse and risk earning her displeasure for not following her
orders. My mind whirled trying to figure out the proper response as I heard
complete and utter silence from the couple changing the sheets. That was a
rarity in itself, as they resembled two human magpies. In my hesitation, Ma'
am's hand forced mine to squeeze my cock tighter.

"Now, my little drone, tell me again exactly how sorry you are for your lack
of control" she taunted.  I whimpered. I couldn't do anything else. My whole
system from the moment she arrived had been one of such confusing emotions
that I was now flying by the seat of my pants. What she wanted, I'd give her
to the best of my ability. All so I could feel her hand ruffle my hair and
hear the words "that's my good boy". Her hand on mine started the dance as
she made my fingers start stroking my shaft. When I fumbled like a schoolboy
and didn't stroke it properly, her free hand slapped my sore ass with a
wicked hand. That was the only incentive I needed. I fisted my cock, tried
to forget the witness's behind me and just went with the feeling of being Ma
'am's little piggie-slut.

As she stood right next to me, I could feel her skin humming. She was
getting off on humiliating me. The depth of that sadist's pleasure chip was
yet to be found, I guess.  She made me get RIGHT to the edge. Having such an
abortive experience a few minutes before, it wasn't long till my cock was
twitching in my hand and my hungry sighs were finding voice. I can only
imagine what it looked like from behind. Ma'am's hand riding the top of my
ass, ready to slap me (again) if I didn't obey while my elbow jutted in and
out in a very obvious wanking motion.  I was never going to be able to look
them in the eye again. The realization of just how embarrassed I was going
to be in the future and how my life was changing was enough to make the cum
start to brim. I leaked and with a normal tone of voice, which I am SURE
made it across the room, Ma'am ordered me to lick my hand clean. Ohghod. I
stroked one last time and then lifted my hand slowly. With her watching me
in approval the whole while, I licked every bit of the stickiness off my
fingers.

"That's my good boy. Now, hands behind your back, turn around and thank Rosy
and Robbie properly for coming to your aid". Oh, I'm undone. If I turn
around, I'm going to show them more than they have ever seen of me before.
At my pleading glance, Ma'am with a slim hand guiding my hip, turned me to
face them and gracefully stepped in front of me, blocking their view of
things that protruded. Gathering my nerve and with a poker face still slip
sliding into place, I acted like nothing had happened and I followed Ma'am's
directive. I gave them a half bow and said politely that I appreciated their
coming so quickly. (Ma'am's laugh at the wording of that statement did not
go un-noticed).

They laughed at my attempt at a courtly gesture considering the
circumstances and with a wink, Ruby said she understood completely. As they
walked out the door, they promised to help out in any way they could,
because Miss Mercy was such a refreshingly forthright young woman. Ohghod.
Miss Mercy?? How far from the truth could she get with that name?? With that
thought the realization struck like lightening that I was never going to be
able to call her by her given name.  No matter what the situation, I was
going to be forced to use Ma'am or lose her for using my safeword. Oh,
sneaky sneaky bitch, I thought admiringly.

"Alright, my naughty little drone, go and get me my bag and bring it into
the kitchen. We need to reinforce some manners and training, so I thought we
'd get the fitting package accomplished at the same time." Fitting package?
What the hell was that? By the gleam in her eye, I knew, as usual it was
going to be good for her and bad for me. Is it terrible to admit that I
liked it that way? I liked it unfair. I liked her totally in charge while
she used me to bring her pleasure.  I got hard (both emotionally and
physically) watching her thrum while she hurt me terribly.  But, her bag of
plenty, on the other hand, I would have dropped happily into the middle of
the ocean.

I handed the bag to her and she pulled out some long leather straps. When I
noticed how thick and well made they were, the first alarm bell went off.
Why did she need me to be tied down so securely? She then ordered me down on
my knees to tie off each strap to the highest point of each leg.  Scampering
around naked on my knees sure did enforce the feelings of submission, I
noticed. When I had finished tying them off, I stood up and saw her
unrolling a small mat on the counter top. It must have only been about three
by three in size, but jezuz, the stuff that was spread out on it!  It looked
like something you'd imagine a doctor would carry for emergency surgery.  Ah
shit, what a time to get queasy.

She stepped in between me and the mat and said simply "Get up on the table,
john." Oh, fear you've made my knees turn to jelly. I didn't move. I just
stood there, staring into Ma'am's eyes, trying to read what she had planned.
Trust. I had to trust her not to hurt me more than I could bear, that was
all that mattered, wasn't it? "I trust you, Ma'am. But, please will you  .
" She didn't let me finish my sentence before her hand was on my arm leading
me to the edge of the table. "Get up on the table NOW, my little corporate
drone. We'll talk about it later. Right now I want you up on the table,
kneeling on all fours, do you understand me?" With a shaky nod and a last
attempt to see over her shoulder at the mat on the counter, I got on the
table and spread myself out. She walked around the table and with a gleam in
her eye repositioned me.  My legs were further spread apart and my ankles
placed just so. She knocked my arms out from under me and had me leaning on
my elbows.  Then with cuffs to my ankles and just above my elbows, she
lashed me to the table so tightly I couldn't move at all.

As she walked to the counter, she said to me, "Do you know what I like about
this most? Seeing the fear writhing inside you and yet still you put
yourself into my hands. Don't you realize yet, john, that I am made to be
evil?" And with a very wicked smile slashed across her face, she turned to
the counter. The only thing I could think of, latch on to, at that moment
was to trust. To try and find the very pit of my ability to believe in
someone and submit. Ohjezuz, it was impossible! I could feel the hair on my
legs stand on end and the second alarm went off in my head. "Ma'am.. " I
began but she cut me off with her hand grasping my chin. How she got to me
so fast, I don't know, but the feel of her staring into my eyes with a frown
on her face was enough to make me go quiet. "If you can't shut up and let me
get on with it, my talkative little slut, I am going to be forced to gag
you. Is that what you really want?"  With that my thoughts split in two
different directions.  One was up and running out the door in total panic
while the other turned into some slobbering dolt who was begging to lick at
the crack of her ass.

She walked around me and with a casual hand, grabbed the toy that was
sticking between my legs. She stroked me just like you can imagine the
milkmaids did. Slow and steady with the same movement over and over. My legs
twitched and tried to come together. I wiggled my ass and started to plead.
"Ma'am please" She just laughed at me and then started in on me for real
"Just what are you, corporate drone john? Tell me just who you are to me"
Ghod, the sound of her voice had such heat in it. I could easily imagine her
standing behind me, between my spread legs, one hand on my cock the other
between her legs. Oh, delicious shivers took me as I tried to reply in a
voice that didn't shake. "I'm your drone, Ma'am. Yours to do with as you
wish."  I could tell by the slowing of her hand that that over-used phrase
wasn't going to work very well.  "Oh, you can do better than that, drone."
she said and lightly slapped my swinging balls.

Jezuz-xst-alive!! My head reared back and my scream got lodged somewhere
between a whimper and an explosion of pure agony.  "TELL me, drone, what are
you to me?" And her hand again gently enfolded my shaft. She stood right
behind me and I could feel her skirt brush against the welts on my ass.  "I'
m your piggie-slut, Ma'am, ghod I'll do anything you ask of me, don't you
know that already??"  I said frantically. Anything, anything at all to make
her pleased with me. That slobbering dolt had taken over completely. I was
awash in the need to make her happy. She bumped her hips against the back of
my ass and with her hand making a perfect fucking motion around my cock, she
said "that's my good little piggie".

By the time I felt her wet finger sliding into my ass, the feelings of
submission and need to please my mistress had taken me over. I could hear
her let out a soft little moan of hunger as she stuck another digit along
side it's partner. In a pantomime of fucking, she slipped her fingers in and
out of me. With one hand fondling my balls and the two that were busily
wiggling in my ass, it didn't take me long at all to start slutting myself
for her. I begged and wiggled my ass enticingly, trying to get her to fuck
me properly. I wanted her inside of me so badly, that my cock dribbled
forgotten onto the table. Another finger was inserted, till I was riding the
three of them. I leaned back on my ass as far as my bonds would allow and
just started purring. The feel of her taking me that way, knowing she could
see everything while she stood between my legs .. it only made me more aware
of my status. I was her piggy-slut drone, naked and bound, begging her to
fuck me, it was as simple as that. I squirmed in need. My body was humming,
so charged and turned on, that the simple act of her catching my balls in
her little hand was enough to set me to howl. Ahghod, primitive man found.
The sounds I made then were beyond human ken. I slipped into a place that
didn't exist. Her fingers, all four, slipped in me so completely, I could
feel my body separate and allow her entry. In and out she set the rhythm.
Long slow fucks while she spread her fingers. My ass cheeks clenched, my jaw
went ridged as the sounds that I made found an exit. I moaned and I howled.
My throat opened up. Then I felt the last little finger make headway.

With her fingers pressed tight in a v-shape, she had slipped that small
delicate hand inside me completely. At that, my back arched and went ridged.
With one hand on my hip, she pulled me on to her.  I kneeled there, leaning
back as far as I was able, while my ass slowly fucked her. I could feel the
sounds in the room rush by my ears. I could hear her arousal as the juice
dripped down her thigh. Every sense was confused as I tuned in completely to
the hand that was relentless invading my body. To be so full ... ah..Howl!!
My thighs quivered as she slowly fucked me. Her fist in a ball, once, twice,
three times she fucked me.  Her hand slipped around my cock, tugged hard and
I came. I came so hard and with such intensity that my vision was darkened
and I could hear the white noise crashing around me.

When I awoke, I was lying flat on my back. The straps were off and Ma'am was
lying right next to me. How odd that she would be wearing a ball gown. I saw
the box lid come down and heard a woman say "Jessie May, didn't I already
tell you once to put your barbies away?!"

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