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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


Protection
Book One of a Political Saga

By

Nessus


Chapter Ten

The days and the weeks dragged on. Even though there was adequate quantities 
of plain food, I lost weight and lived a listless life. My hair was growing 
long and I had a small wispy beard. Everything was provided for but it was a 
prison all the same and the only real choice I had was whether to kill 
myself or not.

Time stood still and days merged into each other, all days of rising sexual 
frustration until the fax machine chattered into life once more with 
instructions. The instructions were the same except I was to attach the 
chain to my right ankle and the end to the heavy sofa so I could stand and 
wait for my visitor.

It was a break in the routine and a chance for relief so I eagerly stood in 
the centre of the room with the chain and the leather hood in place. The 
door opened and a dark haired older woman, rather plump with big breasts, in 
a short black pleated skirt and a white blouse entered with parcels and a 
bag.

She looked over at me with a smile. "You are the man with the small cock?" 
she asked, putting the food parcels down.

"Yes," I said softly, my only opportunity to talk to another human being for 
four weeks.

She smiled and started assembling the video recorder. "I have some 
instructions here," she said, unfolding apiece of paper. "You are to call me 
Mistress when the camera is recording and I call you Slave I have to tell 
you a few things as well. You're not going to be difficult, are you?" I 
shook my head. "Good. This is easy money for me and a little fun for you at 
the end."

She started recording and moved in front of me. "Kneel slave," she said 
sharply and I knelt in front of her, my eyes level with the black nylon of 
her hose. The key to my chastity tube dangled in front of me and my cock 
surged in its harness.

I took it and slowly unlocked my cock, feeling it surge into hardness. 
"Don't touch it," she said sharply and I quickly took my hand away. "You 
have a very small cock, slave," she said, smiling down at me and I blushed 
in my hood.

"Yes Mistress," I replied for the benefit of the video. I pictured Jennifer 
sipping champagne and watching the video while masturbating.

"Are you ashamed of it?"

"Yes Mistress," I said.

. "Would you like me to touch it? To slowly jerk you off?"

I gasped. Maybe it would happen. "Yes, please Mistress," I croaked.

As she smiled down at me she shook her head. "No one is going to touch your 
cock again, slave. Do you know that?"

I nodded. "Yes," I said softly.

"Put your hand around it but don't stroke it yet." I did so, feeling my cock 
twitch. "Just hold it. That's the only touch you will ever feel." I knelt in 
front of this buxom woman, holding my cock, trembling with frustration.

"Would you like to see my breasts?"

"Please, Mistress," I begged watching her hands cup her breasts through the 
white blouse.

"When was the last time you saw a woman's breasts, slave?"

"I can't remember, Mistress," I said desperately.

Her hands dropped to her skirt. "Would you like to see my panties?"

"Yes, yes. Please," I whined, trembling fascinated as her hands drew the hem 
of her skirt up to reveal stocking tops and the crotch of her black panties.

"Perhaps you would like to see my pussy?" she asked slyly and my cock 
throbbed in my hand as I teetered on the edge of coming. "Let go your cock," 
she commanded, sensing I was close and I dropped my hand away, leaving my 
cock jerking in the air. "Do you want to see my pussy?" she repeated and I 
stared at her panties.

"Please, show me your pussy, mistress," I begged, realising I presented a 
pathetic sight to the camera but was beyond caring.

"No pussy, slave. You will never see a pussy again. Only panties. You like 
my panties?"

It was too much, my cock spurted without me even touching it and I groaned 
as it erupted. "You come from just looking at my panties?" she teased. "Poor 
baby."

I heard her walk to the camera and switch it off. "There," she said as she 
packed it up, "that wasn't so difficult. You must have really hurt someone. 
No matter, I get my money and you get some fun. Now clean up and put that 
thing back on."

I did and gave her the chastity tube key back. She placed the padlock key 
within crawling distance and left without a word.

Left me alone in my prison with my imprisoned cock.

End Chapter Ten
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading. This is my most ambitious work to date and it has a 
strange plot, unfolding as I work and I'm interested to see if it all fits 
together at the end. I'm clear about the first book and there are ideas for 
a second. Time will tell.
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) and all other 
Nessus stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
By the way, the title is from the Massive Attack song "Protection". It will 
all fit together at the end if you listen to the song.

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