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Subject: {ASSM} NESSUS REPOST 2. An Open and Shut case
Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 10:10:03 -0400
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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!


An Open and Shut Case

By

Nessus



The bell jangled as I walked into the shop and a blonde woman seated at a 
bench looked up. "Can I help you?" she asked, putting a small screwdriver 
down on the bench.

I cleared my throat. "I'm looking for the locksmith," I began nervously. 
"This seems to be the only one in the village."

"That's right," she said briskly, "and that will be me. How can I help you?"

"I was kind of hoping to find a guy. Anybody else work here?" I asked 
hopefully but she shook her head.

"I'm the locksmith and that's it. Why do you want a guy?"

I blushed. "It's personal. Is there another locksmith close by?"

She shook her head. "Nope. I am fully qualified, you know." A long moment 
passed and I knew I had no other choice.

I swallowed and felt myself blush even more. "Well," I began nervously, "I 
have this chastity belt thing on and I don't have the key to get it off."

Her eyes widened. "You're kidding me, right?" I shook my head and wished the 
ground would swallow me up. "You lost the key?"

"It's a long story."

She stared at me and a faint smile appeared on her face. "Well, suppose I'll 
have to look at it." I watched as she walked to the door, turned the sign to 
`Closed' and locked it. "We have some privacy now," she said, smiling at me 
and I weakly returned the smile. "I'm Pamela," she said, standing in front 
of me.

"Bill," I said.

"Ok Bill, let me see it." Blushing again, I undid my jeans and pulled them 
down with my shorts, exposing my cock in its metal tube. Pamela peered 
closely at it. "Interesting," she murmured, "in fact, it's ingenious. Where 
is the keyhole?" I pointed at the small hole at the base of the metal ring 
that the tube was connected to. "Hmm, this is going to be difficult. OK," 
she said in a crisp business-like manner, "take everything off and sit on 
the bench."

"Everything?"

"The shirt will get in the way. I might have to drill and we wouldn't want 
the drill to slip, would we?"

"No," I mumbled and quickly undressed.

"So, are you going to tell me why you have that thing on?" she asked as she 
arranged her tools next to me on the bench.

"My girl friend put it on me," I mumbled, feeling humiliated seated naked in 
front of this strange woman.

"Did she?" Pamela raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly does it do?"

"Uh," I murmured, flushing, "it stops me from getting erect."

"Oh," was all she said as she placed some more tools on eth bench, then 
pulled a stool over so she could sit between my spread legs. "Why did she 
put it on you?" she asked after a moment.

"She likes to control," I answered self-consciously. "She liked to ration 
me." Pamela picked up a small tool and raised an eyebrow at me. "My 
orgasms," I explained, blushing furiously.

Pamela started probing the tool into the keyhole. "I don't get it," she 
said. "She rations you, she rations herself at the same time. Doesn't she 
like sex?"

"She loves it, she got to have as many orgasms as she liked while she 
limited me."

"How?" she asked and I felt her hands move over my genitals, my cock flexed 
futilely in the tube.

"I gave them to her," I said softly, face burning. "With my mouth."

"Oh, I see," she said, picking up another tool. "Sounds like she had the 
best of everything and you had nothing. What happened to the key?"

"She threw it into the sea. We had an argument and she threw the key away, 
then threw me out."

"Must have been a big argument. I think I'll have this off soon."

"She wanted me to watch her have sex with another man. That was the last 
straw."

"I bet it was. There," she said, clicking the ring open and sliding the tube 
off. A sense of relief flooded through me but I suddenly felt myself getting 
hard until my stiff cock was bobbing in front of her.

Pamela stared at it, a mischievous look on her face. "How long has it been 
since your last one?"

I knew what she meant. "Three weeks," I answered, face burning again.

I almost jumped as her hand slowly closed around my cock. "Feel nice?" she 
purred and I nodded as my heart pounded. Her hand slowly began jacking me 
off. "Where will you live?" she asked as her hand continued to slowly move 
up and down my throbbing cock.

"Don't know," I groaned. "My bags in the car."

"I've got a spare room," she said sweetly, suddenly stopping and I stared 
longingly at her still hand. "Why don't you stay with me for a few days 
until you find something? The hotel is full and I think I've seen everything 
you've got now,' she added laughing.

"Ok," I groaned.

"Want me to jerk you off now?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Yes, yes," I groaned.

"Ask me nicely."

"Please Pamela," I murmured. "Please jerk me off."

Her hand started to move again and I closed my eyes as I gave into the 
exquisite feeling, rushing to the edge at great speed. I grunted a warning 
and spurted while she milked me dry. Slumped back on the bench, chest 
heaving with my eyes closed, I felt her clean me up with a towel.

Suddenly, I heard a click and jerked my eyes open to see my cock encased in 
the chastity tube once again. "What the fuck!" I exclaimed and Pamela coolly 
smiled at me as she threw the towel into a trash can.

"I like a little control myself," she giggled. "Now, seeing I'm the only 
person in a hundred miles who can get that thing off you, I expect a little 
respect." I gazed at her in horror and she slowly pulled her jeans down 
before reclining in the office chair. "And the first sign of acceptance and 
respect, Bill, is for you to show me what you can do with that mouth of 
yours."

Slowly, I got off the bench and knelt in front of her as she spread her 
legs, her white panties all ready visibly wet. Slowly, I lowered my face and 
felt her fingers in my hair as my tongue began its exploration.

"Think I'm going to like this," she murmured, pulling my face closer.

nessus29@hotmail.com
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All Nessus stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org/Index.html in the Authors 
Section under Nessus. A small number of Nessus stories can also be found at 
www.literotica.com and Chastity Belt only stories can be found at 
http://www.tpe.com/~altarboy/
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