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Subject: {ASSM} Missy: Young girl who would be mistress
Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2001 05:10:06 -0500
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This is the story of a young girl named Missy who is trying to find out what
she wants out of life. Part of what she wants is to be in control. She is
about to find out what control really is. This is Part 9 of an on going
story.
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She stood by the door looking at her watch. He was late. She didn't like it
when people were late but she was also excited. She almost couldn't wait for
him to open the door and when he did she threw herself at him. Ian almost
fell back down the stairs as Missy landed on him, her lips pressing into
his. At first he was so surprised that he didn't know what to do and then he
found himself smothered in her kisses. He responded in turn and soon both
their tongues were dancing in each other's mouths. Ian wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her close to him. The feel of her soft breasts pressed
into him was too much, he had to touch them. He brought his hand up and
tried to get it around her breast.
"No!"
Missy slapped his hand away and Ian looked at her confused, "What? I thought
that is what you wanted?"
 "What? I thought that is what YOU wanted?"
"What, you to hit me?"
"Or spank you or something. Isn't that what you are into?"
"No, not really. I just..."
"Then I'm wasting my time, get the fuck out!" Missy pulled away from him and
turned away.
 "What!? You asked me to come over here.."
"Why are you still here? Get out! Get out now!"
She started to push Ian and shoved him toward the door. Soon he pulled away
from her and tried to straighten himself up. He turned and shouted, "OK! OK!
I'm gone," and he walked out the door. He looked confused and angry.
 Missy smiled. 
Ian turned back and she could tell he was about to say something, "So what
made you go all psycho?" 
"When you know who is in charge here, then you can come back in my house!
Until then, go home little boy and find someone else to play with."
Missy slammed the door and her heart literally slammed against her chest.
She felt like she was going to pass out or something! She had never done
anything like that in her life! But with the craziness of it came the same
thrill she had felt with the priest. Missy had never done drugs, never
really done anything to alter her mind in any way, but now she felt as if
she were on something. And it felt good....very good. 
None of what she just did was planned but she just felt it come over her. If
Ian wanted her that way, then he was going to play by her rules. If any of
"them" wanted her that way, then they would all play by her rules. As she
thought about it, thought about the look on Ian's face, a  shudder overtook
her entire body. She had to go masturbate! NOW! 

The next day at school she was in class when Carl passed her a note. She
slipped it inside her notebook and waited until after class to read it. The
note was simple and badly written but it very plainly asked her if she
wanted to go out with him. Carl kept following her around waiting for her to
reply, Missy never did. If he wanted her badly enough, then he would keep
coming after her, and she needed time to plan, time to figure out what kind
of game she wanted to play with Carl. The very thought of what she could do,
what boys would do, what this power had in store for her, just the thought
of it had her very wet. In fact she didn't even realize what she was  doing
until she heard a kid next to her snickering. Suddenly she noticed that her
hand was  rubbing her crotch and she blushed and buried her head down in her
books. She could hear the kids around her whispering. 
"Damn!" she thought, "Damn, I've got to get in control!"

Carl didn't stop trying to go out with Missy but she knew she could do
better. But if she was going to start attracting guys and learning to deal
with them, she knew she had to play the part. She decided she needed to go
shopping. Missy had always rebelled against the whole, "I'm a rich girl and
so I should go shopping all the time", thing but now it was different, or
she told herself it was  different. Now she was on a mission and this
mission was going to require that she was properly outfitted for her new
adventures.  She knew little about clothes and had never even tried to buy
anything sexy before. The first few days she came to school wearing simple
tight fitting T-shirts and tight jeans. The boys started to notice and many
of them started to say things to her. Things she wasn't sure if she liked.
Soon it was obvious that she was just coming across as a slut. What she
wanted was power, not cheap tart crap. Missy spent several days searching
the Internet and looking through books in the bookstore. It was on one of
these visits to the bookstore that Missy found something that would change
her life. It was a book, a book on "Vamps and Vixens". She consumed each
page, looking over the images of women in paintings, in movies, in theater.
These women had what she wanted, these women had power!

At home she had spread out all the books on her bed and spend the next few
hours flipping through page after page of images that made her head spin and
her body warm. She had locked the door and besides a couple of knocks from
her brother, she wasn't even sure that anyone was still at home. 
Knock, Knock!
"Go away!"
"Missy? You in there?" The unmistakable high pitched voice of Jeffrey came
through the door.  Missy's first reaction was to tell Jeffrey to go away,
but then she had an idea. 
"Hold on." Missy called and she got off the bed and unlocked the door.
Jeffrey peaked in like he was afraid that there was going to be something
hiding on the other side of the door to eat him.
In a way he was right. Missy walked casually back to the bed and sat down,
after all the spider should make the fly come to her. 
"Close the door and lock it." Missy commanded.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Just close the fucking door and lock it!" Missy sneered from between
clenched teeth. Jeffrey closed the door, always eager to please. Missy
wished that Ian were here, wished that she had a real challenge, but still
she wanted to do something. 
"OK, take off your clothes."
"What?! Not this again! Missy I'm gonna leave if..."
"Shut up you little faggot and take off your clothes before I come over
there and slap you!"
"Missy, you...you are scaring me."
"Good. Then maybe you'll start doing as I say." Missy walked over and stood
next to him and looked down at his skinny little body. He really was a
pitiful example of a boy, nothing that any woman would ever really want,
nothing that she even wanted. But the more she was in control, the wetter
she felt herself getting. Of course she would never let Jeffrey know that.
"Now strip!"
To her surprise Jeffrey started to strip and quickly he was totally nude.
She had expected him to  at least protest with his underwear, but he just
took everything off as if he had been hoping that she would do this. Missy's
eyes widened.
"Did you want me to make you strip?! Is that why you came over here?"
"Huh? What? I don't know what you are talking about."
"I think you did, I think you wanted me to make you get naked and I think
you want to show your little pecker to me. I think I'm right!"
"Nuhuhhh." Jeffrey said pathetically. But Missy could tell he was eager for
her to begin. This made her angry and when she looked down she could see he
had already started to get an erection! The little bastard! Missy looked
around her room. There were dirty clothes spilling out  of the closet,
makeup and books and old figurines on the chest of drawers. Then she saw it,
on the bed side table was a cheap plastic ruler. Perfect! But first she had
to figure out a way to keep him from making noise or worse trying to run
away. Missy remembered the rope her dad had bought to try to keep the cover
over his new sailboat out back. He didn't know how much to buy so he ended
up with an extra bundle of it and it was all sitting down in the garage.
Missy was so excited that she almost ran to the door and  threw it open
risking everyone being able to see inside. Jeffrey looked uncomfortable as
she ran  to the door but she turned and said, "Hide in the closet and don't
you dare put your clothes back on!" 

Minutes later Missy was back in the room and slamming the door behind her.
She threw open the closet door and found Jeffrey standing there with both
hands covering himself. He got one look at the rope and said, "Uhhh..I think
I changed my mind...ummm..I think I need to go home."
"Shut up you little pussy and put out your hands!"
Jeffrey extended his hands and she brought them together and started
wrapping the rope  around his wrists. She had absolutely no idea how to do
this, but she had seen plenty of movies and so she thought that it couldn't
be too hard. After she got what looked like a good amount of the rope around
his wrists she started tying knots in it. Jeffrey looked like he was going
to say something but Missy shushed him with her eyes. When she had finished
with his hands she took the rope and brought it through the headboard on her
bed. She pulled hard until Jeffrey was almost laying down face forward on
her bed. He started to crawl up on the bed and she slapped him hard on his
little white ass. 
"Now spread your legs out so I can tie them to the bed."
"Missy, I think this is weird."
"I didn't ask you what you think. You know this is fun and if you would just
shut up and let me do what I want, then you might get something out of
this!"
 "I get to see you naked?"
"Better."
"What? Better?"
"Trust me, much better!"
Jeffrey was nearly trembling with excitement. He felt his dick start to rise
and press into the sheets. The more Missy moved his legs and feet to tie
them down to the bed posts, the more his dick started to tingle and throb.
He was pretty sure that if she kept doing that, he was going to  cum. Just
when he was sure he wasn't going to be able to hold it any longer, she
stopped. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. He couldn't find
her, but then he suddenly didn't really care!
"Oowwwwwww!" Jeffrey screamed!
"God damn it! Do you want to get us both busted!?" 
"I can't help it! What they hell did you hit me for!?"
"Cause you are a really perverted little freak! I can't believe you came
over here just ready for me to tell you to take your clothes off! Now here!"
and Missy shoved a pillow in his face, "If you are going to scream like a
little baby, then scream into this!"
"But you said that I was going to get something out of this?" His voice was
a pathetic little whimper, it actually sounded like he was going to cry. 
"You will, it's a game."
"A game?"
"Yes." Missy said, making this up as she went along. "For every ten hits you
can take, I'll take something off."
 "Sort of like strip poker?"
"Uhhh..yeah, whatever Jeffrey. Anyway, that's all you have to do. You have
been a perverted little moron since I've known you, you've wanted to see me
naked for how many years now?"
Jeffrey shrugged his shoulders and started to answer but Missy cut him off,
"So now you have the chance to see me and all you have to do is let me do
what I've been waiting to do for all these years. Whip your little pervert
ass!" She stood in front of him and Jeffrey turned to look at her. Missy
wore little to no makeup but her features were striking and she had the body
of a Goddess, she had the biggest tits of any girl he knew and she had the
nicest skin of any girl or woman he had ever known. She was right, he would
do just about anything to see her naked and had tried just about everything
his small little mind would let him try. Now he was just minutes away  from
seeing those tits, those amazing swells of flesh. Jeffrey knew he was going
to cum soon andm then she started back again.
The little plastic ruler stung like a bee! The first three times weren't too
bad, but then he really had to bite down hard on the pillow to be able to
take the next three. After that he was crying into the pillow and he prayed
for her to stop. Finally she did.
"OK, that's ten. So off goes...." Missy watched Jeffrey's eyes light up. His
face was red and tears had made his cheeks wet but still he was locked,
waiting for her to take something off. "Off goes my...watch."  She could see
the look of utter disappointment on Jeffrey's face. 
"Well, if that isn't good enough for you, then I'll stop and untie you?"
 "N..no. But how many more before you take your shirt off?"
"Guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
She took the watch off and laid it on the table and then she picked up the
little ruler and bent over for another round. Something in her wanted him to
make it a little further so she lightened up on the first four slaps. She
just tested him, but still he cried out into the pillow and made like she
was using all the strength she had. God what a little worm. "OK, that's
another ten. So I guess I have to take something off...hmmmmm...what shall
it be?"
She brought her foot up and stepped down hard on the bed, right in front of
Jeffrey's face. He sighed as he realized she was only going to take the shoe
off. 

Jeffrey thought he was nearly going to pass out as she finally took off the
last sock. She threw it over his panting face and he shook his head to get
it off and it fell limp onto the bed. His knees ached from the strange angle
that he was having to hold and his hands had long since gone  numb. He
wasn't sure if it was worth it when she leaned down and whispered, "OK,
nothing left  but my pants or my shirt. Either way, whatever I decide, you
are going to be happy. Aren't  you?"
Jeffrey nodded and she stood up and looked at the damage she had done.
Jeffrey's little ass was bright red with small little welts rising in the
skin. She turned her head from side to side admiring her work and decided
that she didn't want to break the skin, that wouldn't be good at all. So she
started the first one off on his thigh. Jeffrey screamed!
"Into the pillow! Damn! You want to get us caught?!"
 "S..sorry."
 Jeffrey had to bite down on the pillow, screaming and crying as she brought
the ruler down again and again on his inner thighs. He could feel all the
blood racing through his body and he was crying like a little kid. Missy hit
him again and again and soon she realized that she hadn't  been counting. Oh
well, she hit him one more time for good measure.   Now the moment had come
for her to take something else off. She couldn't decide which to do.  She
could take off her shirt and let him see her in her bra first, she knew that
was what he was  waiting for. But she could also be more of a tease and take
off her pants. Only thing is, the blouse  she was wearing didn't hang down
low enough to cover her panties and she felt more odd about  letting him see
her panties than she did her bra. So she walked over and without a word, she
slipped her top off. 
Jeffrey felt his breath go out, he could hear it too, but he wasn't aware of
breathing, wasn't aware of anything except for the dark skin and the tiny
waist that accented the most perfect breasts he had ever seen. He could see
the dark nipples poking through the sheer fabric and he wanted so badly to
finally see them, to finally know what they would look like as they fell
free from the constraints of that bra. He wondered if they would sag, would
they both be the same size? Jeffrey's whole body felt strange and he felt as
if he were floating there on the bed, and dreaming but in this dream he was
staring at breasts that would make any man weak and make every woman
jealous. Even in the slight imperfections, there was still raw beauty.
Jeffrey shook his sweat covered face to bring himself back to reality and
still he couldn't believe he was here, that this was happening.
"OK Not much more. Are you ready?"
Jeffrey shook his head and Missy could feel herself getting wet in
anticipation of what was to come. She was ready to get nude in front of him,
she was ready to finally let a guy see her naked. She knew she wasn't going
to let him touch her, but she thought to herself that she might just touch
herself...in front of him. She was really ready and she made the next ten
whacks on his  thighs and ass really fast. Really hard. Jeffrey was crying
like a little girl and Missy found herself laughing. 
"OK, now I'm going to show you part of what you've been waiting for for the
past 17 years Jeffrey. I'm going to take off my bra and when I do, I want
you to tell me what you think, I want  you to tell me what you think about
when you look at my tits."
Jeffrey wasn't sure anymore if this was reality or a dream. His body had
long since stopped  acting like it was his body, his mind had long since
stopped thinking rationally. But as Missy's hands reached around behind her
and unfastened the bra, Jeffrey felt his dick start to rise. He was
surprised, with all the pain and strange feelings, he had forgotten that he
was supposed to be turned on. But now his dick stirred with all the same
vigor that it usually did when thinking about Missy. He was amazed at how
the bra barely seemed to drop when she unhooked it. His mother's bra always
seemed to drop a foot or two when she released the clasp. This wasn't at all
like hiding and watching his Mom undress, this was different, much
different.  Jeffrey watched as the bra dropped away and he barely felt the
bed holding him up as he got his first unobscured view of Missy's breasts.
They were everything he had hoped for. Her smooth brown skin gave way to
creamy almost white skin that marked where the sun rarely hit. The swell of
each breast was enough to make any model cry and most would have if they
could have only seen what he was seeing now. Her nipples were little
chocolate kisses resting perfectly in the center of each delicious curve. He
studied as much of her breasts as he could, afraid that at any moment she
would take them away. He couldn't bear to loose sight of those perfect
breasts. His dick was literally throbbing now and then the unthinkable
happened, better than anything he would have dreamed of, better than
anything he could have ever hoped for. She walked over and sat down right in
front of him. Jeffrey felt his orgasm release and wondered if Missy
noticed.He felt the cum spill out onto her sheets and he did everything in
his power to not let her know  he was having the most amazing orgasm of his
entire life. He felt his dick throb and the sticky cum shot out in spurt
after spurt and it seemed like it would never end. 
"So what do you think?"
 Jeffrey didn't say anything at first. He was afraid that in speaking he
would somehow reveal that he was cumming all over her sheets. Finally he
felt the last spurt or two and his body shivered. He was amazed that she
wasn't yelling at him and he could feel cum slowly leaking down of the tip
of his dick and onto her bed. He wondered just how much was down there and 
what she would do to him when she saw it? Finally he got up enough courage
to say, "perfect".
"That's it? That's all you can say?"
"Wh..what do you want me to say?" Jeffrey knew his voice was weak, almost a
whisper but he  was embarrassed and scared and more than anything he just
wanted Missy to be happy.
"I don't know? I mean what do you think? I mean you finally get to see my
boobs after like 17 years and all you can say is perfect?"
But that was exactly what he was thinking. Nothing else, nothing more.
Just...perfect.
"So, now you ready for more or do you want to stop?"
Missy stood up and looked down at her breasts. She was happy, very happy.
Perfect. Her breasts were perfect! What a wonderful thing for Jeffrey to
have said! For a minute Missy almost felt sorry for him, all tied up and
shivering and everything. Well maybe she would be nice and touch his little
dick, she knew he was probably about to bust. But if she was going to make
his dreams come true, he was damn well going to have to pay for it! So she
whacked him hard again and again and again. Each time harder than the first.
Jeffrey didn't make much noise anymore. She was starting to worry about the
way his butt was starting to look as well. She thought maybe she would just
go ahead and take it all off and masturbate for him. She was about as horny
as she had ever been and with him all tied up and naked on her bed, she knew
he wouldn't be able to do anything to her. So she walked around with the
ruler still in her hand and stood next to the bed. Jeffrey looked up with
tears running down his cheeks and his eyes seemed a bit unfocused. 
"Ok Jeffrey, I'm gonna take it all off. Then I'm going to give you a really
big surprise, something you are going to love!" 
Jeffrey didn't say a word, he just watched as best he could as she started
to do something he thought he would never see in his entire life. Missy
slowly unzipped her pants, slowly pulling the tight fabric over her sheer
new panties. Missy's dark curly pubic hair was easily visible through the
shiny green material. Then Jeffrey's mouth fell wide open as she pulled the
pants down  around her slender tight brown thighs. Right there! Right under
the curly black nest of pubic hair, Jeffrey could see a little dash of pink!
He started to breath heavy and felt his flaccid little member rise back up
to attention. Missy bent over and let the pants fall all the way down to her
feet. As she lifted each foot to get out of her pants, he caught two quick
and very clear glimpses of  her pink fleshy lips. Jeffrey wasn't sure he was
breathing any more. Missy watched Jeffrey as she hooked her fingers around
the material and slowly slid the new Victoria Secret panties down over her
ass and across her thighs. He looked like he was frozen and for a minute she
almost wanted to ask him if he was OK? But then she thought better of it.
She pulled the panties down and kicked them to the side. Now totally nude in
front of Jeffrey she  could feel the heat between her legs and she knew she
was going to cum very soon. It wouldn't  take much to send her over the edge
and her mind raced around not about thoughts of Jeffrey but thoughts about
Paula, about Ian, about a room full of people bound to each other. Arms and 
legs and cocks and pussies all enter twined and her hand slid down over her
pubic hair, fingers  running through it delicately and then she felt the
slippery soft skin of her labia. Jeffrey felt his dick throbbing and begging
for some sort of attention. The dried cum that had stuck to his dick pulled
at his skin and at his pubs that had now stuck to his shaft as well. Then he
thought for sure he would cum, he was actually disappointed that he didn't
cum, as Missy  brought her fingers down through that dark hair and straight
onto her pussy. He had never seen a pussy this close before, never seen a
woman touch herself like this before. Everything  about it was amazing! The
way the lips seemed to pucker out slightly as her fingers parted them.  The
sticky juices that clung to her lips and hung in little arcs across to her
pubic hairs. But when she dipped her finger down inside her pussy, Jeffrey
knew he must be dead and gone to heaven!

"Missy! My...Oh my..."
"What in tha crazyed hell is going on here?!"
"Holy sheeeat!" The last voice was her brother and she felt rage as her
brother ran back out in the hall screaming with laughter. 
"Get out! All of you get out!" Missy yelled. But her father and mother just
looked at her as if she were someone they didn't know, as if a stranger had
suddenly invaded their home. Her father actually pushed her out of the way
and ran to untie Jeffrey. 
"Wha..what are you doing! STOP!"
Her mother grabbed her and shook her and Missy grinned stupidly as her
mother yelled at her. Her mother's southern "blackness" accent crept back in
and Missy knew her mother was furious. 
"I'm calling a doctor!"
"A doctor?! What?"
"Look at his hands!"
"Oh dear God!"
"Missy what the hell are you doing? What in the hell is going on?"
"Boy, stop standing there laughin' like a damn fool! Go get a fucking phone
for me!"
 "Oh my gawd! I never in a million..."
"For the love of Christ! Missy put some gawddamn clothes on!"
This last part shook Missy back to reality and she picked her clothes up
slowly off the floor, walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind
her. She looked at herself in the mirror and then back at the door. She
could still hear them yelling and then she heard her father running  down
the stairs. Then Missy smiled into the mirror and the smile quickly turned
into tears. The tears turned into sobbing and she sat down on the floor in
her bathroom and cried. Then she looked up at the ceiling and yelled, "Why
can't I just get what I want?!"

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