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Subject: {ASSM} An Early Morning (FM, femdom, oral, tease, implied cd)
Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 08:10:02 -0500
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(dear moderators:  my wife just told me about a great invention called a 
"Spell-checker," which works quite well.  Could you use these two instead 
of the ones I sent earlier today?  Thanks! - a chagrined Leowulf)

An Early Morning (FM, femdom, oral, tease, implied cd)

By Leowulf

In which Andrew starts a busy day.

1. Warning:  This story may offend small minded bigots.  
2. Do NOT repost this story except on usenet for free.  
3. Send me feedback!  Leowulf "at" softhome "dot" net.  Let me know what 
you like (or dislike) about my stories!  :)

...

An Early Morning

"Honey, time to wake up!"

Andy blinked sleepily up at the smiling face of his wife.  Her fair hair 
was wreathed in light from the table lamp.  Her round, creamy breasts 
were framed by her open pajama shirt. She was sitting beside him on their 
bed, one dainty hand caressing his face, the other holding his penis.  

"Morning, Sandy," Andy's voice was gravelly with sleep.  "I didn't hear 
the alarm clock."

"I turned it off, sweetie."  Sandy leaned forward and kissed his 
forehead.  "Besides, it wouldn't be going off for about a half hour 
anyways."  She stroked his bare chest with light fingers.  "I want you to 
have some extra time in the mornings to enjoy your milking."

Andy giggled.  "Sandy you're cute, but you really don't have to do 
this."  But he lay still, enjoying the feeling of his wife's attention.

"Oh, husband of mine, but I want to do this."  Sandy kept playing with 
his privates, now squeezing, now stroking.  "And this..."  She smiled 
playfully as she masturbated his now hard member, gently at first, then 
more insistently.  "And this."

Andy gasped as his wife kissed the tip of his penis, and drew it into her 
mouth.

"Besides," Sandy lifted her head off him long enough to add.  "I can't 
have my man seeing his sexy dominatrix of a supervisor with a full load 
of come, just aching to come out."

"Sandy, you know it's not like that."  Andy shivered as his short-but-
sexy dominatrix of a wife bent back over and once more drew his member 
into her mouth.  "Ms T-Tara and I have - gasp! - a p-p-professional 
relationship!"

"I know sweetie!"  Sandy moved up andy's chest, kissed him on the lips, 
then returned to his penis.  "I'm just teasing."  She teased his little 
head with her tongue.  "Because I know you like it," she added with a 
wink, as she sucked the rest of his member into her mouth.

Andy gripped the sheets, his whole body tensing in response to his 
wonderful wife's oral ministrations.  "Y-you sure know how to get a man 
up in the morning, S-sandy!"

...

Andy left the house whistling, and walked with a smile to his car.  His 
shower had been invigorating, but not as much as his wife's blowing him 
beforehand.  She fellated him so long he thought he'd faint.  Then when 
she finally let him come, he almost did faint.  "Whatta woman," he 
grinned.

The early-morning darkness still surprised him, although they'd been 
living up in Maternity for over a month already.  The area where they 
used to live was much farther south, and didn't have much seasonal 
variation in daylight hours.  And their old home wasn't in the mountains, 
where they had to pipe in daylight.  Back there, the sun would have been 
up for almost an hour.  He drove up the main drag, listening to the 
faint, static-filled sound of the country music station in nearby 
Mountain Falls and blinking against the headlights of oncoming cars.

Andy arrived at Maternity and pulled into his parking space.  Emerging 
into the chill air, he waved at his pals, Sol and Mike, as they made 
their way across the snow-dusted pavement toward their building.  Sol 
bent over and scraped at the pavement, then threw a small snowball at 
him.  Andy scooped the snow off the window of a car that had obviously 
been there all night and sent a snowball back at the pair, missing by a 
mile.  The pair had time to make a snowball each, and both hit his jacket 
with soft whups.  Pete tried to chase after his friendly assailants, but 
slipped on the pavement.  The three of them giggled like kids as his pals 
helped him up and then left for their building.

"Good morning, Andy," said Ms Beatrice in her too-patient voice.

"Hi Ms Beatrice!"  Andy started at the unexpected sound, then smiled at 
the security person, admired her big boobs under her security uniform, 
just for a second.  "How's it going?"

"Andrew O'Claire, the parking lot is not a playground."  Ms Beatrice 
gently pulled him to her and dusted the snow off his britches.  "I don't 
want to have Ms Tara on my ass because I let her boy get himself hurt 
playing around."  She kissed his cold, rosy cheek.  "Understand, little 
one?"

"Yes, ma'am."  Andy smiled up into her warm, chocolate brown eyes.  
"Wanna race back to our building?"

"Just like my Chip, you always want to play."  The security guard fondly 
held Andy's cold hand in her soft, brown, very warm hand.  "Let's just 
walk together instead, ok?"

...

"Good morning, Andrew!"  The tall lady in the jeans and fuzzy sweater 
came over and took off his coat.  As she hung his jacket on the coat 
rack, Andy couldn't help but admire her plump, shapely derriere.  The 
lady turned, noticed Andy noticing her, and favored him with a knowing 
smile.  "You're looking very nice today too, little one."

"Um," Andy tried to find his voice.  "Hi, Ms Tara!"

"Come on, sweetheart, let's get to work."  Ms Tara reached out and took 
his hand.  She was so comfortable around him that it made Andy feel 
comfortable too.  Andy let his supervisor lead him into her office, and 
they began their busy day.

Andy wasn't sure what his job was exactly.  "Materiel Procurement 
Specialist" sounded pretty cool, and it paid pretty well too.  But most 
of his day was spent following around Ms Tara, fetching this, holding 
that, delivering this, mailing that.  It was almost like Ms Tara was 
using him like an extension of her own body, doing stuff that helped her 
do ... well, whatever they actually _did_ for a living.  It was all kind 
of weird.

It _was_ weird.  But it was fun, too.  Kind of like when he was a little 
kid and his Mom let him help out in the kitchen sometimes.  Mom let Andy 
be "Mother's little helper," on cold or rainy days, when he couldn't go 
outside to play.  He remembered how nice it felt to be close to Mom, the 
warm feeling when she praised him.  To see and feel his Mom being so 
close; to share a kind of intimacy in the kitchen, where his Mom ruled.

Ms Tara even talked to Andy like he remembered Mom did.  "We like the 
edges lined up just like this on reports, Andrew."  "Andrew, hold these 
forms for me."  All the time, bustling around her private office and the 
larger office where Andy's desk was, this one-sided conversation of Ms 
Tara really made Andy feel like the center of attention.  Being Ms Tara's 
little helper was like being in heaven, for the first hour of every day.

Then, about 8 or so, the rest of the Materiel Procurement team arrived.  
In bounced two girls, Ms Rachael and Ms Regina.  They were also Materiel 
Procurement Specialists, but they seemed to have real jobs.  They sat at 
their desks most of the day, doing things on their computers.  Sometime 
Ms Tara had Andy help out Ms Rachael.  But usually that meant just doing 
stuff for the young lady; filing this, inputting that, being her helper.  

The last member of the team to arrive was Robin.  He was a Materiel 
Procurement Clerk, whatever that was.  Ms Regina was his supervisor, and 
it was obvious that the young man was madly in love with her.  His job 
seemed to be to follow the girl around and tell her how great she was.  
Robin didn't wear office clothes, usually just a shirt (more of a girlish 
blouse), and even on cold days like this, shiny short-shorts, which 
clearly showed off his package - and the fact that his legs were shaved.  
his shorts flared at the leg, letting one see his often colorful, lacey 
underwear.

And he didn't have a desk; he just stood or knelt next to Ms Regina at 
her desk, where the teen now hovered nervously. 

After his conference, Andy knew that it was "ok" for boys to dress in 
clothes that made them gentle.  And he knew not to question how any 
female treated her male.  But seeing the two "work" together still 
creeped Andy out.  The way Ms Regina talked down to the boy, how she kept 
patting his behind, or slapped it if she was irritable or he did 
something she didn't like. And how she kept feeling him up; one could 
clearly see he spent most of the day with an erection.  This morning Ms 
Regina was not happy that Robin arrived late.

"Don't be late again, naughty boy, or I'll spank your butt in front of 
everybody!"  The girl snapped; Andy felt nervous.

Robin said something too quiet for Andy to hear, but that Ms Regina 
didn't like.  She shoved him against a wall of their office.  "You can 
just kiss my ass then, you little prick!" she exclaimed and slapped his 
face, hard.  Then she turned around, trying to regain her composure.  
Robin meanwhile burst into tears, fell to his knees and kissed Ms 
Regina's behind.  This had happened once before; then Andy felt contempt 
for Robin, but now he held his breath, hoping that the boy's humble 
submission would help Ms Regina forgive him.

Andy felt his eyes start to mist in sympathy for Robin.  He felt a slim 
hand hold his and gripped it for emotional support.

Andy watched, shocked - and transfixed - as the scene played itself out 
in the middle of the office.  Ms Regina walked an irritable step away 
from Robin.  The boy followed her on his knees, whispering something and 
repeatedly kissing the seat of her pants.  Ms Regina's expression 
softened, she reached behind her and stroked Robin's head, holding him 
against her round behind, letting the weeping teen's tears soak into her 
jeans.  Ms Regina smiled her affection as she looked down at the boy, 
still kneeling, still clinging to her legs, still planting loving kisses 
on her ass.

"All right, I forgive you," she finally said.  She turned and lifted 
Robin to his feet.  "I love you too much to stay mad at you anyway, you 
little twerp."

"Now that it looks like things are calming down, why don't we get to 
work, kids?"  Andy jumped at the sound of Ms Tara's voice, but was  
comforted by the feel of her ever-gentle hand on his shoulder.  His eyes 
met those of Ms. Rachael, standing there, holding his hand.  Her slight 
blush and wry smile told him that she, too, was caught up in the lovers' 
spat.  

"Rache, would you please get started on the next quarter's fuel oil 
request?" Ms Tara asked, gently putting her workers back in work mode.  
And Andrew dear, Ms Rachael will need the fuel figures from last quarter, 
that's a good boy."  Andy smiled cheerfully as Ms Tara sent him down to 
the Physical Plant Coordinator's office with a loving pat on his behind.  

The rest of the morning passed quickly, as Andy fetched and carried for 
the girl at the computer.  He kept stealing glances at Ms Regina and 
Robin.  He couldn't get over seeing their spat earlier, nor how the teen 
boy fawned over Ms Regina now, but he was too busy being Ms Rachael's 
helper to dwell on it.

"Andrew, be a dear and get me more cocoa," the young lady said absently, 
intent on deciphering those fuel figures.  "Extra cream this time."

Andy got the cute girl some cocoa, with some extra cream, like she liked 
it.  He handed it to her, his smile in response to her pleased "Thank 
you, dear" turning to shock when Ms Rachael reached out and punctuated 
her thanks by gently squeezing his package.  He was even more shocked to 
see he'd been sporting a rigid erection.

"You and Robin," she giggled.  "Cut from the same cloth.  Ms Tara should 
get her Andrew some nice shorts to show that off, shouldn't she, dear 
boy?"

Andy was nonplussed.  He was about to sputter a reply when Ms Tara came 
to his rescue.  "No, I think I'll leave him as is for now," she said.  He 
calmed under Ms Tara's gentle smile, then jumped when she playfully 
squeezed his hard member.  "We want to keep this warm for Ms Sandra, 
don't we, little one?" 

"Yes ma'am," Andy agreed.  He blushed under the knowing gazes of his 
coworkers, tried not to have tears in his eyes and  butterflies in his 
tummy when Ms Tara then kissed him.  All-day-every-day matriarchy was 
still weird to Andy.  But it was worth it for how it made his 
relationship with Sandy blossom.

"Back to work now, precious," Ms Tara patted his behind lovingly, sending 
him once more to be Ms Rachael's helper.  As he looked back at her 
running the office, Andy was so grateful for Ms Tara.  And his 
embarrassing erection made him so grateful for his wife, whose deep love, 
and daily milkings, prevented anything inappropriate from happening at 
work.

He realized then those early-mornings were his favorite time of day.  
Being milked by his wife at home, and then following around Ms Tara at 
work, made him feel so special.  And so loved.

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