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Subject: {ASSM} New - Erin's Downfall - part 1:  The Pager, M/F D/s
Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2002 04:10:07 -0500
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WARNING 

The following story is adult in nature and is not to be read by
those under 18 years of age.  If you are under 18, go out and
experience life instead of just reading about it.  This story
describes acts of erotic Domination/submission - If this is not
your thing, then you probably won't like this story and I'd
strongly recommend moving on.  All comments, suggestions and
reactions are welcome - mail to theomegaprime@aol.com  I have my
older stories now all archived on a web site graciously hosted by
ASSTR - you can go to http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/omega/www/index.html and
check out all the older tales.

The author reserves all rights, commercial and otherwise to this
story pursuant to the Berne Convention.  This story may not be
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without prior written or electronic consent by the author.  This
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back to my site. No resemblance to real individuals is intended
with this story and the events portrayed herein are strictly
fictional. I neither condone, encourage or otherwise accept any
real life duplication of the acts portrayed herein.  It's just a
fantasy folks - treat it that way!!  

Assuming you are over 18, then page down and get to the story....
 This is the first one I've published in a few years since I did
the Orgasm Club stories, so I'd have to add thanks to everyone
who has been patient and written me with encouragement and
requests for more.  This one is dedicated to a special friend. 
She knows who she is.

*************

Erin's Downfall - part 1:  The Pager, M/F D/s

Erin shook her head from side to side to remove a strand of sweat
soaked hair from her dark eyes, not bothering to even try to hold
back the moans over which she had no control of at this point as
she writhed in bondage.  Even as she angrily cursed her tormenter
with obscene language that would have done a Boston whore proud,
the Ivy League educated girl ruefully admitted to herself that
she had known just what she was getting into and just how this
weekend would end.  He'd certainly told her enough times and
demonstrated previously his ability to tease her responsive body
beyond the limits of her sanity.  Erin screamed in frustrated
despair as she felt a thin stream of air been blown softly over
her helplessly exposed clitoris, knowing any satisfaction she
would see was still hours in the future.  As she continued to
writhe uncontrollably, her mind went back to how the whole
weekend adventure had begun.

************

	Erin had been looking forward to this weekend with Dave for a
long time, knowing that even as they shared fun and laughter
during most times, her love was at his evil best when he was
playing the role of sadistic sexual tease.  Since she enjoyed
being teased almost as much as he enjoyed making her squirm, the
weekend promised to be extremely interesting.  

Erin mused on this as she stood in front of a mirror, combing her
long, fine, bright red hair away from her face.   She looked
great at 24, maintaining the same lithe hard body that she'd had
when she was swimming competitively. At 5'4", she wasn't tall,
but she was definitely sexy with smallish breasts, a light tan
and a firm butt.  She grinned to herself.  Her hair had been jet
black the last time Dave had seen it, and she'd even gone so far
as to dye her pubes to match the new bright red color.  Maybe she
would tell him she was a real redhead she thought impishly, even
as one of her cats kept up a running commentary while she went
about her morning preparation.   

Erin knew she was sexy and intended to make the most of that for
Dave.  She had debated on pigtails for her hair and going the
schoolgirl outfit route, but she decided to save that for another
time.  Going into her bedroom, she looked at the clothing she'd
laid out for the day.  The blue jean shorts were old and frayed
and of course very short.  Not indecent for being out in public,
but pretty close.  The cutoff top she had chosen was quite thin;
her nipples would be obvious poking up through it.  The ensemble
left her long legs bare and exposed her firm stomach and navel
ring to the world.  In all, the whole outfit screamed `slut',
which was exactly the effect she was looking for.

Even as she was grinning impishly thinking of how the outfit
would get him hard, her eyes darted warily to the electronic
contraption on the dresser that he had provided for her to wear.
She knew exactly what it was; they had certainly talked about it
often enough, but this would be her first actual time
experiencing it.  It was a combination of straps for her hips all
attached to a flattish metal square surface designed to fit right
over her clit, not unlike a butterfly vibrator but with a
fiendish variation.  The toy was also a pager, where he could set
the duration of the vibration with a simple phone call.  She knew
he paid handsomely for the pager service, but idea of his being
able to tease her even while far away was an incredible turn-on.

Erin knew he planned to use the pager to bring her to a slow
simmer prior to his actual arrival;  her nipples already
hardening in anticipation before she even put the device on. 
He'd made her promise not to play with herself at all today, a
promise she had reluctantly agreed to, although if he was too
late, all bets were off!!  It took at least one false start, but
Erin finally got the pager on and the straps buckled low on her
hips to hold the device tight.  The metal square fit firmly over
the hood of her clitoris.  When she got aroused, the vulnerable
head of her clit would poke out to contact the surface directly.
The device was cold at first, but she felt it warming rapidly as
it adjusted to her body heat.  A thin wire attached to the pager,
presumably the antenna, was designed to be routed to peek up just
over her shorts.

Erin had just got done putting on her top and wriggling into the
tight shorts when her cell phone rang.  `Yes?', she answered a
bit breathlessly, knowing who it was even before he spoke.

`Are you ready to have some fun today?' Dave asked her, his
masculine voice sending shivers down her spine.

`I'm sitting here waiting for you to give me your best.....shot!'
Erin shot back spunkily, faltering midstream during the intended
taunt as she felt the pager suddenly turn on and begin to vibrate
at low speed against her clit.

`Something wrong?' he asked with deceptive innocence, listening
to her struggle to get her breath.

`Fuck off!' she bit back in a moment later as the little machine
continued to buzz lightly against her most vulnerable erotic
spot.  Her nipples had expanded to tight erections beneath her
top and she felt her pussy getting puffy as the little machine
toyed with her.  Almost as soon as her arousal had begun to build
though, the little machine shut off.  `Damn' she muttered almost
to herself.  

`Its only just started.' She heard him whisper over the phone
line, sending a shiver down her spine as she knew that he meant
exactly what he said.  He intended to leave her a quivering wreck
before the weekend was over.  The was only a tease, not the main
event.

They spent the remainder of the phone call going through her
schedule for the day and when and where they would meet.  Erin's
mind was not even halfway on the phone call, expecting to have
the little machine start up again at any point, but she was
disappointed as it remained silent.   They finalized plans and
said their farewells and Erin resolved to count the hours until
they would get together at 4 PM that afternoon.

*************

Erin was eating her breakfast, chatting with her girlfriend a
half hour later when she almost dropped her fork on her plate. 
The bastard had set the machine off just when he knew she'd have
to sit there and endure it.  She heard her friend Gwen ask her
something in concern, but she just shook her head almost angrily
as the little pager buzzed lightly against her clit.  The
vibration stopped almost as suddenly as it began, and Erin let
out her breath sharply.  `Never mind' she told her friend, `Just
Dave being a shit'.  Gwen looked at her more than a little
strangely, but she was used to Erin so she didn't follow it up. 

Less than two minutes later, Erin almost choked on her milk. 
He'd started up the machine again and this time is was actually
vibrating harder against her clit than before.  Erin felt her
hips trying to grind into it beneath the table, even as she
sought to compose herself once more.  `Damn him' she cursed to
herself.  He'd  told her the little device could be set for
different duration,  but he'd clearly omitted the little bit of
critical information on the higher speed settings.  Payback was
going to be hell she swore to herself as it stopped buzzing, even
as she had to fend Gwen off again with some false excuse of being
sick.

Throughout the remainder of the meal, she kept waiting for the
little pager to go off again, but it stayed stubbornly quiet. 
Erin finally began to appreciate the true evil of the little
device.  Even when it was silent, she constantly thought about it
starting up without warning and thus was kept aroused and
thinking about him all day long.  He'd known this would happen to
her, and she thought about the upcoming weekend with something
close to fear.  If this was just the buildup, the main course
could drive her completely mad and she knew mercy was something
that wasn't even in his vocabulary when it came to erotic games.

Her breakfast set the tone for the remainder of the morning and
well into the afternoon, even as her friend left and Erin settled
down to try to concentrate on finishing her article before the
deadline.  The little pager would go off without warning and buzz
merrily against her clit for between 20 seconds and a minute,
always enough to get her interested but never long enough for her
to even begin the climb towards what was becoming a badly needed
orgasm.   A light sheen of sweat covered her forehead that had
nothing to do with the winter Florida sun beating down through
the window.  Her nipples were diamond hard beneath her thin top,
her pussy swollen and leaking under her cut-offs.  At this point,
she only hoped the wetness wasn't actually staining the shorts
themselves since he'd forbidden her to change once they began. 
She almost violated the `no masturbation' rule several times that
morning, but in the end refrained knowing that it would be even
better for her in the long run if she obeyed.  That didn't keep
her from longing for some bondage to remove the awful temptation
to disobey.

At 2PM, Erin got up from her chair where she'd been trying to
write on shaky legs.  This was the one part of the day she'd been
dreading.  She had a meeting with her editors on her latest
article that she was working on.  He hadn't been willing to let
her take the damn machine off for the meeting, but had
reluctantly agreed to allow her to put a thin coat on to conceal
the scantiness of her outfit.  The office building where the
meeting would be held was kept almost winter cold with the air
conditioning, so she knew that she wouldn't be asked any awkward
questions about that anyway.  

Donning the light blue windbreaker, Erin got into her car and
drove south towards the center of town and the office, expecting
him at any time to use his knowledge of the timing of her meeting
to tease her during the drive.  She didn't know whether to be
relieved or disappointed when she pulled up to the magazine
building without the pager working its magic even once.  Maybe
he'd actually listened when she'd begged him to leave her alone
during the meeting, but she somehow doubted it. 

She quickly learned her fears were justified.  As she got into
the elevator and punched the button for the 22nd floor, she felt
the pager go off and begin vibrating at low speed.  Her hips
wriggled a bit and she felt her nipples once again coming to
attention beneath her coat.  She worried at her lips and her left
hand clenched into a fist as the light vibration continued to
torment her tiny clit throughout the elevator ride.  She glanced
around to see if any of the other passengers noticed, but
everyone on the elevator was preoccupied with other things.  She
actually missed her stop, having to ride to the top of the 30
story building and back down to her floor as the little pager
kept buzzing against her clitoris.  When she finally left the
elevator on very shaky legs, the motion of walking made the
vibrations even more intense as the pager shifted slightly back
and forth from the movements of her hips.  It finally shut off
when she was almost at the doorway of the office, and Erin let
out her breath in a relieved rush.  That had been the longest
time he'd let the machine run yet, and she imagined she could
almost feel a thin trickle of wetness sliding down her thigh from
underneath her shorts.  She retired to the restroom to repair
herself before the meeting, grimly thinking thoughts of the
vengeance she'd exact over the course of the weekend.  He wasn't
the only one who could tease!

The meeting itself was just as boring as Erin had expected it to
be, with a long discussion of her latest article and the ways she
needed to change it to keep both the readers and the sponsors
happy.  Erin's mind was barely taking in the conversation.  Dave
knew exactly when she'd be trapped in this meeting and she knew
he would never be able to resist the temptation to use his
fiendish little toy.  She shifted on her seat, but the pager
remained stubbornly silent for the first half hour of the
meeting.  Finally, about 40 minutes into the meeting, the waiting
was over and the little toy started buzzing silently against her
clit at low speed.  Her nostrils flared and her hands clenched
into fists, but otherwise she showed no reaction as the machine
buzzed away and she calmly answered questions.

Erin expected the machine to shut off after a minute or so since
that had been his pattern throughout the day, but the toy kept
vibrating mercilessly against her erect clitoris even as the
meeting went on.  She knew she was getting very distracted, her
pussy lips puffing up in arousal beneath her shorts as she fought
to control her hips from squirming in her chair.  Her clitoris
had emerged from beneath its hood and the heartless machine was
now vibrating directly against the ultra-sensitive bud.  Her own
juices provided all the lubrication that was needed.  The machine
stopped for a second, and Erin almost sighed aloud in relief, but
her eye's shot open wide mere seconds later when the pager
suddenly started vibrating like crazy over her erect clit, more
intensely than ever before.  This was not the slow speed he'd
been using most of the day, or even the medium speed he'd teased
her with occasionally.  This was high speed and she glanced
around in paranoid horror wondering if anyone could actually hear
it at this setting.  

The pager kept her torment going and Erin felt the buildup to
orgasm begin.  Her clit had nowhere to hide from the unending
intense stimulation.  The bastard was going to make her cum right
here and now she thought to herself.  Erin normally was pretty
good at remaining in control in situations like this, remembering
the time he'd brought her off to climax with his fingers and
tongue even as she'd carried out a conversation with Gwen on the
phone, but the circumstances here were different.  The day long
teasing had done a good job of breaking down her barriers, and
she doubted she could pull off a public climax with her usual
aplomb.

Making a lame excuse, she got up to leave the meeting to seek
shelter in the restroom, almost losing control when the
shuddering machine shifted against her clitoris as she got up. 
Her knees were shaky and she knew she looked completely flushed,
so no one questioned her taking a break.  As she weaved down the
hallway towards the ladies room, she wondered whether she'd have
to stop and have her climax leaning against a wall.  Just as she
pushed open the door of the restroom, the buzzing stopped
abruptly, leaving her standing in the doorway on trembling legs,
the juices of her arousal running in thin trails down her thighs.
 

He'd stopped just as she was close.  He was going to die, she
swore to herself.  At that very moment her cell phone rang and
she pulled it out of her coat pocket to answer.

`Don't!' she heard his voice demand sternly.  `I know you want to
play with your wet little pussy and finish what I started, but
you will refrain.'  Even the velvet sound of his voice was almost
enough to bring her to orgasm, but she managed to maintain
control and felt it receding as she clutched the phone to her
ear.

`How do you know I haven't cum already?' she whispered back just
to taunt him.  She knew there was no way he could have known if
she'd gotten off or not.

`I didn't, until you asked me that question.' he replied, the
amusement clear in his voice.  `If you had started off by
swearing at me, I'd have known I made you lose it during your
meeting.  I know you at least that well!'

`Wouldn't that have defeated the point of the weekend?' she asked
him archly.

`Oh, I have a backup plan in the event you cum before you are
given permission.  If you believe knowing else, believe that you
don't even want to go there.'  The velvet was barely concealing
the steel in his voice as he made the threat.  `One hour' he told
her and a quick glance at her watch revealed that her meeting was
scheduled to end shortly.  She was to leave straight from the
office to meet him near the airport.

`I'll be there' she promised and they quickly said their
good-byes so she could make her excuses and leave.  The machine
stayed off for the remainder of her stay and she was able to
successfully extract herself from the meeting shortly after
returning to the office.  The break he was giving her allowed her
to rebuild her composure and she tidied herself up in the ladies
room before leaving for her car.  

Once she was behind the wheel, she removed the coat and threw it
in the back.  Her nipples still showed through the top, but not
as obviously as before.  While the little machine kept its
silence throughout the drive to the restaurant where they'd
agreed to meet, the subtle vibration of the car reminded her of
the stimulation and her hips squirmed on the car seat as she
eagerly anticipated the events yet to come.

*****************

 Hope you enjoyed the story!!  Check out my website at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/omega/www/index.html for all my latest stories
which will soon hopefully soon include some which are exclusive
to that site.  Its spam free - no banners, popups,  adult check,
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hosted kindly by ASSTR so drop on by to take a look. I'm working
on part II, so the wait should not be nearly as long for the next
story as its been since the last one.   

One interesting tidbit I'll throw in is that the pager described
in this story is real.  I've misplaced the URL over the years,
but there really is a pager service where you can enjoy this kind
of teasing!!  

                 Omega


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