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Subject: {ASSM} Out of the Box (Sub, Hum)
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Just started writing this.  Looking for thoughts and ideas especially 
from the female perspective.



Out of the Box


One




They met at a church singles group.  He hadn't wanted to go to a church 
group and he absolutely didn't want to go to one on the north side of 
town.  It was known for its money and snobbery.  Even as he drove in he 
noticed that his was about the only pickup truck in the parking lot.
As part of the welcoming committee she had approached him his first 
night there to welcome him to the group.  She was far more attractive 
than he had expected to find when his buddy talked him into going.  She 
had long legs and a thin waist.  Her breasts weren't very large but that 
was okay with him.  He struck up a conversation with her and eventually 
asked her out.
It wasn't until the second date she found out about the truck.  On the 
third she suggested they drive her car.  He liked her and she liked him 
but he always felt a little like she was slumming
The way it ended up actually started early in their time together.  It 
was on the fourth date at some point after a few drinks and some 
flirting and semi-innocent talk about sex that she had hinted that she 
had trouble having an orgasm.  Intrigued, and after a couple more drinks 
he had pressed her about it.  She admitted that she did indeed have 
trouble during regular sex and that earlier boyfriends had been upset 
when they found out that she had faked it.
When she talked about it he noticed how she had mentioned over and over 
that she really did like sex and how she liked making the man she was 
with happy.  It was almost like she was apologizing for some failing on 
her part for not being able to achieve orgasm.  Later, thinking about 
that, he was amazed.  He hadn't mentioned it again but it was on his 
mind all the time he was with her.  Far from being turned off he took it 
as a challenge.
Several dates later they had come back to her place after drinks and 
fallen into bed.  It was obvious that they were going to have sex that 
night but he was surprised at how easy it had been for him.  Long before 
they were in the bedroom she was undressing him.  Once in bed she went 
down on him immediately.  Before he knew it he was totally satisfied and 
she was done.  He hadn't even had a chance to make an effort.  And when 
he did she told him she was alright.
Was it okay for you?"  She asked it in a way that made him know she 
needed to hear that it was.
"It was spectacular but what about you?"
"I told you, I like to do that."
"And I like that you like it but it still doesn't seem fair."
"Trust me, I'm fine.  Is there anything you'd like?"
"What do you mean?"
"Anything more, or different...you know."
Before he thought he answered and told her again that it had been great. 
  Again he sensed that she knew it was but that she needed to hear it. 
Then he remembered part of their earlier conversations.
"I mean there are other things that I like but I don't know how you'd 
feel about them."
The innocent tone in his voice hid the challenge he thought it would be 
to her.  It worked.
"I'm really pretty open.  I mean I really do like sex.  Tell me what it 
is.  As long as it isn't too weird if I can do it I will."
"That's okay, you're amazing and I'd be a fool to risk this.  I mean 
it's really not that weird but there's no sense taking a chance."
"No, please tell me.  I like new things I really do.  Tell me."  She 
wasn't pleading but considering the circumstances it was amazingly close 
to it.
Two things; he considered it important that things in life were equal 
and him being satisfied and her not meant his world was unbalanced. Also 
he had remembered that she had told him that she was able to orgasm by 
herself.
"Are you sure?  I mean it would really turn me on but I don't want to 
make you uncomfortable."  At this point he was just teasing her.
"Please?"
"Okay, you know how you told me that we couldn't, uh, make it happen for 
you during sex?"
"Yeah, but I really do like sex and I really do like doing what we just 
did."  And without any prompting she was apologizing all over again.
"No, I know.  But do you remember how you told me that you could do it 
by yourself?"
"Yeah...."
"How do you do it?"
"Why?"  There was a cautious tone in her voice.
"I think it would turn me on to hear about it.  But if you don't want to 
I guess that's okay."
"I don't know, are you sure you really want to hear?"
"I really do."
"I'm not sure what to say, I mean I just do."
"What do you use?"
"Sometimes my fingers, and I have a...you know."  She couldn't say the 
word aloud.
"You do, that's neat."  Under the covers he took her hand and moved it 
to his crotch.  She could feel things beginning to change down there.
"What else do you want to know?"  As he had expected when she saw that 
it was having an effect on him she began to get into it.  Just to tease 
he asked if she was sure she wanted to talk about it.
"It's okay it's just that no one has ever asked before so I don't know 
what to say."
"When guys do that they usually have a magazine or something, do you 
have anything like that?"  There was a slight pause before she answered.
"No not usually."
"So how do you get turned on if you're not looking at something?"
"It's different for girls.  Or at least for me.  I usually just 
fantasize about something and that turns me on."  She could feel him 
getting harder as they talked.  This was something new for her.
"Can you tell me what you fantasize about?"
"Lots of stuff."
"But like what?"  He wasn't about to be denied.
"This is embarrassing."
"Okay you don't have to say, it's just that it's really turning me on."
"Well, I think about having a man in my mouth.  I really do like that a 
lot."  She had begun stroking him unconsciously.
"You really do?"
"I swear, I really do."
"Do you think about other stuff?"
"Yeah but do I have to tell you all of it now?"
"No, I guess not."  He made no effort to hide his disappointment.  He 
wanted her to feel bad.  "Where do you keep the vibrator?"
He had taken her by surprise and it was out of her mouth before she had 
a chance to think.
"In a box under the bed."  She was sorry the moment she'd said it.  Her 
voice changed.
"Please can we stop talking about it for right now?"  He heard the change.
"Sure, I'm sorry, I was just curious.  I didn't mean to make you mad. Do 
you want me to leave?"
That was the last thing she wanted.
"No, please don't.  I'm sorry, I guess I'm just not used to talking 
about it.  I'm sorry."  She resolved to move the box as soon as she 
could.  And to make it up to him for being rude.
He recognized his opening.
"Do you still have that wine I brought last time?"  He knew she did. Can 
we have some and maybe start all over again?"
She was so relieved that he wasn't mad that she jumped to go get the wine.
"And maybe a plateful of those chocolates too?"  He smiled.
"Sure."  She smiled back at him as she pulled on a short robe and walked 
to the door.
   Asking for the chocolates on a plate had been inspired.  He knew it 
would take her a few minutes to get them out and ready to serve.  The 
second she was out the door he was reaching under the bed.
Before she even made it to the fridge he had found the shoebox.  He was 
opening it as she reached in for the wine.  Before she got to the 
corkscrew his eyes were wider open than the wine would ever be.
There inside the box was the vibrator as he had hoped but that was the 
least of it.  Surrounding the vibrator were several paperback books. The 
titles of those books were what caused his eyes to pop.  One was called 
'The Secretary's Submission', another was "Office Obedience', a third 
was 'Captured Secretary'.
Under the books was a stack of photos.  The first few were of women 
dressed in office attire and tied up.  It was obvious they had been 
downloaded from the Internet and printed.
He jumped as he heard the cork pop from the wine out in the kitchen.  He 
quickly went back to the paperbacks and started thumbing through them. 
Each one had pages marked with a turned down corner.  As he read he knew 
why.  She had obviously marked the most explicit parts of the book.
He wanted to stop before she came back.  He just couldn't.  When she 
walked through the door and saw what he had she choked.
  Two







"No...."  The rest of the sentence just stuck in her throat.  She couldn't 
get it out.  She turned and ran from the room almost spilling the wine.
He wasn't sure what to do.  Just to be safe he began to dress.  Even as 
he did his eyes wandered back to the books on the bed.  As he reread the 
titles of the books it hit him.
She worked in an office.
Out in the living room she was in a panic.  She wanted to run from the 
apartment but she was wearing only the little robe.  She felt trapped 
and that made her panic more.  She wanted the evening to start over. Her 
mind searched for explanations she could make up to justify that awful 
stuff being there.  She knew there must be one she just couldn't think. 
  She could barely breathe.
In the bedroom plenty of thinking was going on.  He finished dressing 
but instead of leaving he sat back down and began looking at the books 
again.  It was starting to make sense.  This stuff was more than just an 
aid like a guy would use.  This probably was her fantasy.  His first 
thought was to just ask her.  Then he had another idea.
As he walked into the living room she was still pacing.  She could only 
look in his direction not at him as the words started to tumble out of 
her mouth.
"You shouldn't have seen that...I'm sorry...it's not...."
"It's okay."
"No, its not...I'm so embarrassed."
"Really, it's okay.  Lots of people have stuff like that.  All guys do."
"Really?"  She was willing to accept any lifeline he might throw her.
"Really."  He could see her begin to relax.  "I mean, I wouldn't mention 
it to the people at church if I were you but it isn't that unusual."
The mention of her church as part of this conversation sent a shock of 
terror though her.  He could see her stiffen.
"Please...you wouldn't say anything...please."
"Of course not.  No, no, no."
He really wouldn't but he wanted it on her mind.  He wanted her to have 
doubts.  And it was working she had was horrified that anyone knew about 
this.  That anyone at church would find out horrified her.  Her whole 
social life revolved around the church group.  All her friends were from 
there.  She was a respected leader in the singles group.  No one could 
ever find out her life would be ruined.
"You really will never say anything?  You promise?"
"Of course."  He smiled at her in what he hoped would only be a slightly 
reassuring way.  "Now why don't you pour us some wine."
She jumped at the opportunity to move the conversation away from what 
had just happened.  She padded to the table where she'd left the wine 
and began to pour.  When she handed him his glass he smiled and made a 
toast, "To the future."
  She smiled and toasted.  In each of their minds there was a different 
meaning.
They made small talk for a few minutes as they finished their wine.  It 
was still barely nine o'clock.  After he finished the last of his wine 
he moved from the couch.
"Would you mind waiting here?  I need to go back in the bedroom for a 
while."
"What do you need?  I'll get it for you."
"No that's okay I just want to take another look at the box.  I really 
didn't get to see very much the first time."
The panic returned.
"No please don't.  I'm so embarrassed."
"It's okay.  I just want to look."  He poured her more wine.  "Just wait 
here."
He poured himself some more and walked to the bedroom.  She was left 
sitting on the couch in the robe.  Once again she wanted to run and 
hide.  But she didn't move.
Back in the bedroom he began reading the books in earnest.  He took his 
time.  He went through each one of them and made careful mental notes 
about what was on each of the pages she had marked by folding down the 
corner.  He also looked through the photos that had been in the box. All 
of them had women tied in various poses.  In almost all of them the 
women were dressed in office attire.  He recognized the theme.
   He didn't know how long he had been reading but it had been a while, 
probably an hour or more.  And in all that while she hadn't interrupted 
or tried to stop him.  He was surprised that she would just sit and 
wait.  Then it occurred to him that she was doing what he'd told her to 
do.  He decided to push a bit further.  He spoke loud enough for her to 
hear.
"May I have some more wine please?"
In the time he had been in there she had started out just sitting there. 
  Then she had fidgeted, and then she had tried to read a magazine. 
Nothing took her mind off the bedroom.  She had tried to screw up the 
courage to go in and see what he was doing but she just couldn't.  She 
jumped when he spoke.
When she walked through the door with the bottle of wine he was sitting 
on the bed.  He was reading one of the awful books.  He looked up and 
smiled.
"Thank you."  As she poured he saw her hand shake.  It was obvious she 
was a wreck.  He just wasn't sure he wanted to do anything about it yet.
"I'm almost finished with the first book.  I really like the story. It's 
kind of sexy."
She tried to smile but it looked sickly at best.  She didn't know what 
to say.  It didn't matter, he continued.
"I should be done soon but could I have some of those chocolates in the 
meantime?"
She smiled.  She wanted this to stop but she didn't know how to stop it. 
  Besides, fetching the candy for him was better than being in the 
presence of those awful books right now.  She headed for the door.
"Can I ask for something else?"
"Sure?"
"I think it would be really sexy if you would wear those.  The book 
talks about them and it would be neat."
He had pointed to the high heels she'd worn to work that day.
She walked to them and slipped them on her feet.  She knew he was right, 
the book did mention high heels a lot.  It was something that had turned 
her on as she read it.  She had always been told that she had great legs 
and the heels made them look even better and she knew it.  Still she 
felt more than a little silly wearing them with the little robe.
He was being honest.  Her wearing the heels would turn him on.  Her legs 
were one of the first things he had noticed about her.  Even in the 
church she had been wearing a not-too-short skirt and not-too-high 
heels.  He watched as she walked from the room in the heels and the robe 
that came to within only a few inches of her knees.  In a few moments 
she was back with the plate of chocolates.
She placed them on the nightstand.  Both of them knew she was almost 
naked, waiting on him, and not doing or saying anything about it.  She 
tried a weak smile as she put down the plate.
He was amazed.  She was complying with his wishes no matter how 
intrusive or strange.  She was obviously uncomfortable but she couldn't 
argue.  She just did as she was asked.  The more he thought about that 
the more turned on he got.  The more he was turned on, the more he 
wanted to ask for.  He wanted to push her boundaries.  He watched her 
walk from the room.
For the next half-hour he read the rest of the book.  It hadn't really 
been well written or really all that creative.  Once you accepted the 
premise that a man could control a woman the rest seemed to fall into 
place.  He truly thought he could have written a better one.  As he 
thought about that he realized that she was still just sitting in the 
living room.  Still, he didn't go out there just yet.  He was turned on 
but he wanted to push farther.  At the same time he knew he couldn't 
push too far too fast.  He settled on a plan.
When he walked into the living room he was surprised to see her sitting 
on the couch in the heels just waiting.  She wasn't reading or watching 
TV or doing anything.  She just sat on the edge of the couch and waited. 
  Seeing that gave him the courage to push ahead.  He instinctively knew 
he could move this forward but he knew he would have to be patient.
As he walked into the room she jumped to her feet.  He smiled at her 
reaction.  She was still nervous.  He walked directly to her and kissed 
her lightly on the mouth.
"Wow.  That's all I can say."
She tried to smile.
"I have to get going but I'd like to see you tomorrow night."
"Um...yeah...I'd like that."  She was taken aback and said it without 
thinking.  It was what he wanted.
"I'll call you tomorrow."  He headed for the door.  Almost as an 
afterthought he spoke over his shoulder.
"I put everything back where it was.  Please leave it there I'd like to 
read more later."
She was confused.  Which was exactly what he wanted.  He wanted her to 
have time to think.  And that's exactly what she would be doing.

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