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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP {Winslow} "Mr. Moto Returns" (Part 2) (D/s, M/F, humil)
Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 15:10:06 -0500
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MR MOTO RETURNS  (D/s, M/F)
by Don Winslow (dwin2001@yahoo.com)


Part 2/3

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 him Saki.

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 2/3
2001 Copyright, Don Winslow
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/


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