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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Mr Moto Returns, part 2 (2/3, D/s, M/F, humil, mc)
Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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MR MOTO RETURNS
Part 2 (2/3, D/s, M/F, mc)
Seiji Moto looked up at the blond girl who stood towering over
him in her heels, and the trace of a scowl flitted over his lips.
 Much as he favored tall statuesque women, it still annoyed him
when they had to look down upon him, even when they were
respectful, as this one seemed to be. Of course, he'd soon have
the girl on her knees, but at the outset, he decided, the shoes
could go.
Now Mr Moto, was a connoisseur of feminine beauty, one who deeply
appreciated the way tall heels shaped and elongated the sinuous
curves of a pair of devastating legs.  Nevertheless, he had his
new mistress remove her pumps, and set them aside, knowing full
well that before they were through, she would be wearing them
again, but this time on her bare feet as he would have her prance
about the room for him wearing nothing but her shoes.
The Japanese businessman turned his back on his new pillow girl
as she slipped off her pumps, and in her stockinged feet followed
obediently followed two steps behind him as he crossed the room
to a large wingbacked chair that dominated the spacious,
well-appointed suite.
Mr  Moto sat down with feet planted flatly on the floor, pointed
to a spot just in front of his chair, then watched the stockinged
feet that took the two additional steps to bring the girl to the
place on the thickly- carpeted floor he had indicated.  Kitty-Kat
took her assigned place, automatically assuming for her new
master, the presentation position that she had been taught:
standing erect, with head submissively lowered, eyes respectfully
locked on the floor.  The arms she held at her sides were turned
so that her open palms faced forward. She stood motionless while
tingles of excitement radiated through her body
 Mr Moto lit a cigarette and settled back to leisurely study the
crown of that blond head, the smooth helmet of straight
silver-gold hair that fell forward to partially shield the girl's
face.  He took note of the even bangs and the long page-boy cut.
Many Japanese women wore their hair in that simple style; Mr 
Moto approved.   His eyes now took in the creamy smoothness of
her rounded shoulders and the soft curves of her upper chest, all
left deliciously  bare by the revealing gown; the bulging promise
of those rich, full breasts; the perfect taper of her figure in
the black dress that smoothened down to a narrow waist and firmly
jutting hips.  And just below the brief skirt, his eyes beheld a
truly gorgeous pair of legs sheathed in shiny black nylon.   The
man nodded to himself, deciding that he was well satisfied with
Brightman's gift, and although his face remained expressionless,
his inner delight was evidenced by the growing erection that
tented the crotch of the expensive trousers he wore under his
Kimono.
He looked up at the waiting girl, and gruffly ordered her, in
English, to get undressed.  Still keeping her eyes rigidly
downcast, Kitty-Kat moved instantly to obey.  She reached behind
her to lower the zipper on the dress, then went on to delicately
peel down each wispy shoulderstrap.  The loosened dress slithered
down her lush body to collapse in heap.  She stepped out of the
inky puddle; nudged it aside with one toe.  The descending dress
left the voluptuous blonde in nothing but a pair of  smoky
pantyhose.  Her ample breasts now hung free, completely exposed
to the man's delighted eyes.  Kitty-Kat had been told to wear
nothing underneath the sexy dress -- Brightman's orders.  And she
had done so.  She always followed Brightman's orders, though she
was never quite sure.just why she did such things.
The man's delighted eyes traveled from her furry vulva, dimly
visible under the tautly stretched nylon that molded her
underarch, up to those newly revealed breasts, to linger there,
enjoying the way the generous swells, once released wobbled
slightly as they fell into place, then hung pendulously: rich,
fully-curved, naked tits, with thick, wide nipples that angled
down and pointed outward from the center.  He motioned the blond
woman forward, had her place her hands on the arms of his chair
and lean down over him, letting her heavy breasts sway forward to
dangle practically in his face.  Mr Moto brought both hands up,
curved his fingers to fit the tempting mounds; loosely cupped and
hefted the substantial, dangling tit-bags. 
He watched her face as he felt her up, finding pleasure in her
arousal as he fingered the soft, silken skin, pumping two
handfuls of tittie-flesh to test the softness, the deep inner
resiliency of her pliant breasts  -- those delightful breasts
that he toyed with and fondled to his heart's content.  He used
his extended thumbs to worry her low-slung nipples, coaxing the
sensitive tips into greater prominence.  He cupped her, felt the
hardened nipples pressing into his palms, as he moved her tits in
slow, sensual circles. 
Kitty-Kat gurgled with pleasure.  Under this unrelenting
manipulation, she tightened her grip on the chair, held her arms
rigid.  At the outset she tried to keep still, but that proved
impossible as the strong masculine hands made love to her needy
bosom.  She twisted in his hands, wiggling her shoulders, arching
back like a big cat, tossing back her long blond hair.  A
tight-lipped grunt escaped her set lips, and then a low wavering,
open-mouthed moan, as the woman squirmed in the flush of rising
heat, her eyes closed shut, a dreamy expression on her face,
savoring the pleasures of a masterful lover's hands.
Kitty-Kat was breathing heavily now, practically panting through
her mouth open like a filly after a thundering heat.  Still those
slow, masterful hands never stopped their warm caress. A quiver
of lust shot through her, wiggled out through her twisting
shoulders.  And finally, just when she thought she could stand no
more of such intense pleasure, he gave up her swollen, throbbing
breasts.   With a final tug on her erected nipples, and a light
slap to the dangling tits, he dismissed her, allowing the girl to
leave the pose he had put her in, but only to immediately order
her to her knees.
"Serve me," he ordered, in curt English.
And the pantyhose-clad girl got on her knees and knelt erect at
the feet of her master, her superb breasts rising and falling in
deep undulations, her heavy breathing the telltale sign of her
having been turned on and heated up so mercilessly.  He had her
settle back on her heels, with feet tucked under her in the
Japanese way. With head bowed, Kitty-Kat waited to serve, to do
her master's bidding.  Mr  Moto gazed down on the huddled
shoulders of the girl at his feet, reveling in the lovely vision
of feminine servitude she presented.  He had her remove his shoes
and socks.  Then she was told to take up a bare foot, and cradle
it in her lap.
He looked down at her, and muttered something in Japanese. 
Kitty-Kat understood just enough to know what he wanted.  And the
girl took up the proffered foot, to kiss the top, to lick along
the length, watching the toes curl with exquisite pleasure, then
to take each toe in turn between her soft, pouting lips and
gently give suck.  Moto sighed, and rocked back in his chair,
surrendering himself up to the heavenly feel of the lovely wet
lips of this charmingly submissive woman who knelt before him,
dutifully kissing her master's feet.
After only a few minutes of this excruciating pleasure, Mr 
Moto's erection was painfully stiff, and demanding satisfaction.
But the wordly Mr Moto is a connoisseur of sexual pleasures, and
he well knows that such experiences are best left to unfold
slowly, so as wring out the greatest possible pleasures from each
and every one of them.  And so he orders his pillow girl to stop
her mindless, obsequious devotion, to rise up and bring himSaki.
His pleased eyes followed the movements of the tall American
blonde, enjoying the sheer beauty of those attractive stockinged
legs, the sinuous lines of smoothened hips and succulent 
tapering thighs, and the splendid generous bottom its rounded
mounds tightly packed in smoky nylon as she to scurried off to do
his bidding.
He never took his eyes off her as she collected the things at an
elaborately carved  sideboard.   Carefully balancing a bottle of
saki and two demicups cups on a small red lacquered tray, she
shuffled back across the carpet, and he enjoyed the sight of her
naked breasts on display, jiggling slightly as she walked,
swaying softly when she bent over, and bowed deeply to her
master, juddering, to settle into place when she got down on her
knees to place the tray to one side, and respectfully offer up a
cup of saki. 
Once the topless serving girl had seen to the needs of her
master, she was permitted to pour herself a drink .  Kitty-Kat
doesn't like the taste of saki, but she knew she could never
refuse such an invitation.  So she swallowed the powerful liquor,
smiled  bravely up at her lord, even though the burning liquid
almost brought tears to her eyes.  He was pleased with her.she
could tell.  He ordered another drink, but this time she was not
invited to drink with him.  Instead, as he eased back to sip his
saki, he ordered his new pillow girl to pose for him.
He had her kneel upright , raising her arms and arching back,
with interlocking fingers clasped behind her head, so that she
presented her magnificent breasts, the firm curves jutting out as
if seeking his approval.  He stared at that comely bosom over the
rim of his saki cup.  Kitty-Kat felt a shiver of lust; her
shallow breathing deepens whenever she's made to show herself
like this.  After several minutes of holding the erotic pose,
kneeling motionless before her lord while he finished his drink,
she was ordered to her feet to come closer to his chair.
He looked up at her as she stood before him; made her widen her
stance, and clasp her hands together behind her.  The thought
occurred to him that the girl would look nice in a pair of
handcuffs with her wrists secured behind her, and he mentally
filed that happy thought away for now.  
So far, Mr  Moto had purposely, quite deliberately, denied
himself the feel of those nyloned haunches, but now he would
allow himself that further pleasure.  Reaching out for her, he
curved his hands around those solid hips, curling his long narrow
fingers to press deeply into Kitty-Kat's firm, meaty ass.  He
squeezed; lightly stroked her thighs, enjoying with just the tips
of his fingers the slick cool feel of the silky nylon that seemed
plastered to her lower body.  He nudged her legs even further
apart He savored the warmth and inner firmness of her legs, as
his hands caressed the feminine contours of those long tapering
limbs sheathed in smooth black nylon, while she quivered under
his touch.
He had the girl turn in place, bend well forward at the hips to
steady herself with hands braced on her thighs, so that she was
forced to stick back her well-made bottom towards the face of the
hungry Mr Moto.   He abruptly jumped up; his hands trembling
slightly as he reached for her.  His greedy hands curved to fit
those lush, twin contours, and he spent a few enjoyable minutes
fondling two generous handfuls of the American girl's plump,
shapely bottom through her tightly stretched pantyhose.  After
amusing himself in this fashion for awhile, he had her
straighten, and turn once more to face him. 
Mr Moto is thin, and unusually tall for a Japanese.  He is almost
the same height as Kitty-Kat in her stockinged feet.  She finds
herself standing only inches from her master, flushed and panting
with arousal.  She immediately lowers her eyes.
 "Look at me," he muttered.
And when he had her looking right into his eyes, he reached down
and took a handful of her plump womanhood through the damp crotch
of the pantyhose.  Gripping her by the sex, he tightened his
curving fingers up into the softness of her pussylips, as he
began palming her vulva, heating the girl up, bringing her to an
ever higher state of excitement while she squirmed helplessly,
and he stared into her widening eyes.
Kitty-Kat was breathing heavily now, her knees gave out and she
collapsed against her masterful lover as  he fondled her
mercilessly.  She wriggled lustily, ground her damp mons against
his manipulating hand.  He could feel the inner heat, the wetness
that was saturating the crotch of the pantyhose. 
"Down!" he hissed, tightening his grip on her, till she sucked in
air, threw back her head, and whimpered.
Kitty-Kat fell to her knees, with head bowed and shoulders
heaving.  It was time, Mr Moto reckoned, for his terrible itch to
be relieved by the lush lips of his American beauty.
End of Part 2
Copyright 2001,  Don Winslow
Comments: Dwin2001@Yahoo.com
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