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Subject: {ASSM} (New)A House in the Woods - Jada (F/M, BDSM, FDom, anal, toys, caution)
Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 10:10:02 -0400
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Jada is one of my loyal readers. This is her reward - a story starring
the persona she described for me.

Let me know what you think.
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults.
If you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY
don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who
don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die.
You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in
my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try
to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters
here, congratulations. This particular story is about one of my loyal
readers. None of the events, however, have taken place in real life.
Any similarity between any of the other characters in this story and
any real person is purely coincidental, since all of those characters
are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site.
You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information
intact, but if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and
pissing me off.

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A House in the Woods - Jada (F/M, BDSM, FDom, anal, toys, caution)
(C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
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I waited for Jada - Goddess Jada - in baggage claim at the airport. I
grinned at the stares of the other passengers as she strode through
the crowd, parting them like the Red Sea, in her leather halter and
mini-skirt, belly ring glinting in the overhead lights, leather boots
clomping loudly on the concrete floor.  Neither her stride nor her
expression changed when she saw me, but she made a beeline in my
direction, never slowing until her large, firm breasts flattened
against my chest. Without a word, she threw her arms, purple flogger
and all, around me, wrapped a booted leg about mine and kissed me
passionately as she ground her pelvis against mine.

Finally breaking the kiss, but not the embrace, she husked, "I sure
would love to have YOU in your dungeon tonight!"

"Not my scene," I grinned, "but if you like, I can arrange for you to
service my dogs, repeatedly, for the entire length of your stay!"

She finally disentangled herself from me, tossing her shoulder-length
auburn hair back and laughing, "Tempting, but not my scene, either!"

We chatted about people we knew in common as we retrieved her luggage
- one ordinary Samsonite suitcase, and a large, flattish, black
leather case.

"I see you brought your 'toolbox'!" I said, as I lifted the
surprisingly light case off the carousel.

Her voice carried only a hint of Texas twang as she replied, "Just
brought a few essentials - and this!" she indicated the ubiquitous
purple flogger by giving it a flick.

By the time we got near the house, we had pretty much caught up on the
backlog of who was doing what to or with whom, and I could tell Jada
was getting a little fidgety, but I let her stew, just to see if she'd
come right out and ask.

The silence dragged for a while, punctuated by an occasional brief
observation or question about the passing countryside.  Finally, she
couldn't take it any longer.

"Well?" she asked.

"'Well?' what?" I knew perfectly well what she wanted to know, but I
played it out.

"Tell me about this doctor, Dickhead!" she almost shouted, "When do I
get to meet him? What does he look like? What's his thing?"

"Well, actually," I enjoyed baiting Jada, because she had a really
short fuse, but her anger never lasted long, "I've set you up with Dr.
Miller. Dr. Dickhead wasn't available. You'll see him tonight, at
which time, you'll SEE what he looks like.  His 'thing' is a penis -
like most men's 'things'."

Jada whacked me across the arm with her flogger, my leather jacket
absorbing the blow harmlessly. Looking at her muscular arms, I
appreciated how much she had taken off that swing.

"You know what I mean, Dickhead!" she exploded "What's he into? What's
his scene?"

"Mostly," I replied, stringing her along a bit further, "he's into
medicine.  His scene is usually his examination room."

This time she hit me with her fist. Had I not flexed my shoulder
muscles, I would have had a pretty good bruise.

"No use trying to seduce me," I laughed, "I told you, I'm not into
that!"

Jada glared at me for a few seconds, then her face lost its tension
and she began to laugh.  "You always did know how to push my buttons!
But come on, Mike, give me something to go on with this guy!  I could
take him by brute force, but I want him to submit to me voluntarily,
and I can get to that easier if I know something about him."

I finally relented. "Ok, Ok!  His 'thing', basically, is being abused.
 He's bi and doesn't care about the gender of the abuser.  He's got a
lovely wife, Anna, who knows about this side of him but doesn't
participate in it."

"On a cautionary note," I continued, "he is the only medical help in
the area, and so is on-call twenty four hours a day.  As a result, he
cannot be incapacitated or injured in any way that will interfere with
his work."

I fixed her gaze with mine, "I mean that, Jada. We depend on the Doc
out here.  I've seen your 'work' and while I trust you, I'm not
absolutely certain that you will remember the limits when you're in
the throes of passion, so I'm going to act as referee, ok?"

She tried to look hurt, but couldn't carry it off. When I raised an
eyebrow, she laughed and nodded, "Ok, Mike! I promise not to hurt your
doctor!"

"No, no!" I replied, "He'll be very disappointed if you don't hurt
him! Just make sure you don't INJURE him!"

Jada shot me a withering glare, but nodded her agreement.

When we got to the house, I introduced Jada to Czar and Caesar, my
part Timber-wolf dogs, and helped her get settled in the guest room. 
I put an early supper on and showed her around the dungeon. She was
duly impressed by the remotely operated, hidden door at the back of my
pantry.

Dr. Miller called, sounding somewhat nervous, as we were finishing
dessert, and said he was on his way.  A few minutes later his HummVee
(the first model, built for rugged off-road work, not the glorified
SUV) pulled up into the yard.

Jada met him at the door, an imposing figure in black leather,
standing legs apart, fists on hips and a scowl on her face.

She didn't say anything as I introduced them, but stalked up to the
doc, the platform soles and six inch heels of her boots boosting her
five feet, eight inches high enough that she looked down at him. She
stood a few inches from his face, sneering down at the trembling doc,
then slowly stalked around him, trailing the flogger around his neck
as she went.

When Doc made as if to turn with her, she struck him sharply across
the back with the whip.

"Eyes front, worm!" she barked.

The trembling doc snapped back to his original position.

Jada trailed a hand between his legs, squeezing his package from the
rear. "Not much there, is there boy? Good thing that's not what I want
from you!"

"I guess he'll have to do." Jada winked in my direction, letting me
know she was pleased.

She wrapped her flogger around his neck and led the doc down the
stairs to my dungeon.

"What's your safeword?" Goddess Jada queried imperiously.

"Flatulence, Mistress!" Doc practically shouted.

Jada raised an eyebrow and asked, "What!? Are you going to fart when
you've had enough?"

"No, Mistress!" Doc answered, "It's the word 'flatulence'. I'll say
the word, 'flatulence'!"

Jada gave him a dubious look, then shrugged.

"From this point on, worm," she shot at him, ice in her voice, "if I
deign to allow you to address me at all, you will address me as
'Goddess'!"

She ordered him to strip, and tapped her toe impatiently as Doc
struggled out of his clothes.

When the doc knelt at her feet, his rigid cock signalling his
appreciation for Jada's treatment, the auburn-haired amazon reached
into her little bag of tricks and pulled out a long, crystal
clear,lucite rod about the diameter of a pencil. One end was shaped
into a ring. The other end was a ball that was slightly larger in
diameter than the shaft of the rod.

She dropped it into a container of alcohol I used for sterilizing some
of my tools and asked me to help restrain her toy on his back on one
of the benches.  This particular bench had stirrups much like a
gynecologist's table, except the straps attached to the stirrups could
be fastened to prevent the subject from moving his or her feet.

Jada taunted Doc as she fastened the footstraps. "This position ought
to be familiar to you, huh, boy?  Bet you've had a lot of women spread
their legs like this for you!"

I finished cuffing the doc's hands above his head, and Jada snapped on
a pair of rubber gloves.  She opened a tube of sterile lube and shoved
the tip of it into the trembling doctor's pisshole.

"Wh-what are you going to do, Goddess?" Doc looked like he was about
ready to soil my bench.

"Ever been catheterized, Doc?" Jada asked conversationally, as she
squeezed almost the entire contents of the small tube into the
submissive doctor's dick.

When Doc shook his head, he kept shaking it, and I wasn't sure whether
he was answering her question, or telling her not to do what she was
doing. Either way, Jada ignored him and grabbed the lucite rod.

The rod was still dripping alcohol when she placed the ball in the
same hole into which she'd just squeezed the lubricant.

"Now, this is going to hurt," she mimicked a stereotypical doctor,
"juuuust a bit!"

Jada forced the smooth ball and the rod down the doc's penis as far as
it would go. Every tendon in his neck stood out as the ball burned
it's way into his urethra, and Doc let out a blood-curdling yell.

Undeterred, Jada used the rod to leverage Doc's dick down between his
legs, giving her a straight shot up the remainder of his piss tube.
She shoved inward as Doc screeched his displeasure with the procedure.
Finally, the rod surged in until the ring at the outside end was
nestled against the head of his twitching cock, the ball having
entered his bladder.

"There now!" Jada leaned over and nipped at one of Doc's nipples as
she fucked his piss chute with short strokes of the rod. "That wasn't
so bad, was it?"

Incredibly, Doc's hips started undulating in time with her thrusts.
Jada whacked his dick sharply with her flogger.

"It's too early for you to get so excited, baby!" she cooed, "Just
wait! Mama's got some more surprises for you!"

Jada released the doc from the bench, and bound him face down over a
large wooden block. His erect cock, still rigid, but unable to rise
because of the stiff rod embedded in its length, pressed against front
of the block. Using a spreader bar, the Texan bound his legs so far
apart that his pelvis curled downward around the front edge of the
block, cock and rod still pressed tightly to the wood.

Reaching into her bag, Jada pulled out a plastic bag and emptied its
contents into the alcohol bath, then went to work with a short,
quirt-like whip.

I'm not much for whips and the like, though I have used them on
occasion.  I had to admit, though, Jada was an artist.

Doc never knew when, or where, the next stroke would land, and as near
as I could tell, she hit exactly where she wanted to, with exactly the
force she intended.

"This is just to get you into the mood, boy!" she rasped as she took a
vicious-looking cut at the head of Doc's dick.

"I want you warmed up real good for what's coming!" Jada flicked the
tip of the whip into the doc's cringing asshole, setting up a series
of agonized spasms in the muscular ring.

She kept up her soliloquy as she worked his body into a frenzy.

By the time Jada put the whip aside, Doc was humping at the wood,
trying for some kind of release, as he whimpered and cried his
frustration.

"Now, baby," Jada whispered into his ear through tendrils of her
sweat-soaked hair, "I've got something really special for you. I just
know you're going to love this!"

She brought the alcohol container over behind her victim and retrieved
a small hammer from her case.

Jada took a small nail from the alcohol bath and positioned it at the
end of the doc's foreskin.

Before she could drive it home, I touched her on the shoulder and
said, "Be very sure about your aim!"

I looked significantly at the dogs lounging in the corner.

She gave me a wry grin and nodded. The message was clear - 'Hit the
nail, not the balls!'

With a single blow, she drove the nail halfway into the wood, straight
through the poor doctor's foreskin!

Doc screeched in pain, but pre-cum poured from around the rod in his
penis.

Using two more nails, Jada stretched the foreskin and staked it like
an animal hide curing in the sun.

When she finished with that, she gave me a wink and went to work on
Doc's scrotum. With a series of six nails she had his ball sack
stretched drum-tight over the immobile shaft of his engorged cock, one
egg to either side of the shaft, starkly outlined by the tightly
stretched skin.

Doc, of course, was bawling his eyes out, but I was listening closely,
and while a lot of things came out of his mouth, 'flatulence' was not
one of them.

Jada pulled hair back from her face and knelt beside her charge. "How
do you like my surprise, baby?"

"I love it, Goddess!" Doc shouted like a recruit answering a drill
sargeant.

"Well don't go anywhere, sweetie," she trailed a fingernail down his
spine, all the way to his spasming anus, "there's more to come!"

Jada went back to her toy chest and returned with a riding crop.
Taking a seat astride the poor doctor, facing his feet, she applied
the crop vigorously to his defenseless buttocks.

Each swing of the crop caused her body to bounce on his, forcing his
body to bounce as well.  This, of course, tugged viciously at the
nails securing him to the block.

Occasionally, Jada would aim lower, and though she took a great deal
off the force of those blows, the stretched, exposed condition of
doc's balls made each strike agony.

Still no 'flatulence' from the doc.

Finally, tiring of that game, Jada went once more to her bag and
pulled out the strap-on harness. Securing it to her crotch she laid a
selection of dildoes in front of Doc's face.

"Choose, baby." She whispered, "Pick the cock that will fuck your
little pussy ass!"

Doc, being the trouper that he is, didn't hesitate, "The big one,
Goddess!"

Jada ran her fingernails through his sweaty hair, "Good boy! I like a
man who knows what he wants!"

The muscular Texan snapped the imposing phallus into her harness, then
knelt behind the helpless Doctor.  She jammed another tube of gel into
his asshole and squeezed the contents inside him, pulling out to let
the last of it coat his ring.

After lubing the dildo, Jada nestled its tip in the cringing ring of
the Doc's butthole and said "This is it, baby. Push out for your
goddess!"

I saw the doc's abdoment tighten as he struggled to comply, and Jada
seated the plastic phallus in one long, painful plunge. The stretched
ring twitched and spasmed as Doc cried from the pain of entry. Pre-cum
flowed down the side of the wooden block.

Jada gave him no time to adjust. As soon as she bottomed out, she was
on the way back out.  Gradually picking up speed, she plowed her
victim's vulnerable ass with gusto, each stroke pulling against the
nails that secured cock and balls to the wood.

The auburn haired witch pulled and twisted at the crying doc's
nipples, occasionally stabbing at them with her sharp nails. Doc's
hips rose to greet every thrust of the invading phallus.

As Jada's speed increased, she reached behind herself and grabbed the
ring on the end of the lucite rod, fucking Doc's urethra in time with
her thrusts into his ass.

"Not yet, baby!" Jada admonished, "Goddess will let you know when you
can cum!"

Jada's hips slammed at the abused doctor's ass as she pistoned the rod
in and out of his dick. Faster and faster she went until both were
gasping for air.

Jada rammed the dildo as far as it would go up the doc's ass and
ground against him as her climax began building.

"Now, you worthless piece of manflesh!" she shouted, almost ripping a
nipple off, "Cum for your Goddess!"

Doc went rigid and I swear I saw his balls contract in the confines of
his stretched scrotum. As the first spasm hit him, Jada ripped the rod
out of his dick and gyrated against his ass, stirring the doc's
entrails with the end of her dildo.

Doc's scream was an octave higher than Jada's, as they harmonized
through one of the hottest and most bizarre mutual climaxes I've ever
witnessed. Doc's juice sprayed everywhere, coating the front of the
block and the floor underneath in wave after wave of white, sticky
fluid.

Jada's eyes rolled back in her head and her eyelids fluttered in time
with her vibrating pelvis for more than a minute before she finally
collapsed on her victim's back, the dripping lucite rod still dangling
from a finger.

The exhausted Texan was just disengaging from their coupling when
Doc's pager beeped.  I looked at the message and showed it to him.

"Oh shit!" he said, "Gotta go!"

I got pliers and helped Jada pull the nails out of the block and the
doc. We swabbed his wounds with betadyne and wrapped his genitals with
sterile gauze, held in place by his briefs.

Doc was walking slightly spraddle-legged but he made it up the stairs
under his own power.  At the door, Jada made to kiss him, but Doc
forestalled her.

"I really enjoyed what we did tonight, Jada." He said, no longer the
submissive, "But I reserve the kissing for my wife. Hope you
understand."

Jada was a little miffed, but as usual, got over it quickly.  "Well,"
she said, "if you ever find yourself down Texas way, give me a call.
I'm much better equipped to give a guy like you what he needs when I'm
not traveling."

Doc smiled ruefully, "I'll be sure to avoid Texas for a little while,
but later, who knows?"

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