Message-ID: <35567asstr$1015467013@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "Mister <Z> Hisself" <leazott@earthlink.net> From: "Mister <Z> Hisself" <leazott@earthlink.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2919.6600 X-Original-Message-ID: <zurh8.40009$ZC3.3166094@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 08:30:23 PST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2002 16:30:23 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 04 Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 21:10:13 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/35567> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate Greetings, from the sordid data banks of Mister <Z> Hisself. The following story is, as always, my property. Read it. Enjoy it. Pass it around (if you feel the need). But please DO NOT change the text. It took me long enough to get it to this stage, and changing it will only tend to tick me off. Also, as you're reading it, please.try to keep you're hands out of you're pants (or panties, should that apply). Of course, you won't be able to, but at least try. I dare you. If you feel the urge to comment on the story, feel free to do so by sending your comments to leazott@earthlink.net and let me hear what you have to say. All comments are welcome.naturally. Ok then. Here we go. One More Time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chapter 4 - Out to Lunch I went into the bathroom and ran steaming hot bubble bath water for Debi. I decided that today was going to be her day to shine in public, and I was getting ready to make sure she had a good start. I helped her into the tub, and began a soothing wash-down of her beautifully tanned body. I washed everything...every square inch...starting from her blonde hair and ending at her toes. Of course, I dallied a bit in between to make sure everything was squeaky clean. Who could resist? When, finally, she was as shiny as I could possibly get her, I helped her out of the tub, dried her body off, and told her to go to her closet and pick out something sexy and revealing to wear, for we were going out to have breakfast. Smiling, she trotted out to the bedroom and began rummaging through her clothes. While she was doing that, I showered and shaved. When I came back into the bedroom, I found that she had chosen a pair of skin-tight slacks and a top that was NOT sexy at all. I said. "You call this stuff sexy?" I tossed her clothing selection into a pile in the corner of her closet, and began to rummage through her things. I wanted to take Debi out into public to show off her stunning attributes, not to hide them. I was thoroughly amazed at the sexy selections I had to choose from. She had exquisite taste in clothes that had the capability to want men to get beneath them. Since she was petite in stature, she had a lot to choose from when she went out to buy clothes. Everything she bought tended to enhance her alluring figure in one way or another. Here's what I selected. The white panties and garter belt she had bought the previous day. I didn't want her to wear the bra, even though it was quite thin and frilly, for it would hide what I wanted others to see...her breasts. A tight pair of upper-thigh-high white mesh stockings (the kind with the heavy line up the back of the leg.) A skin-tight black leather micro-mini skirt (so that others could see the garters and the tops of her nylons, with a little skin as icing on her cake). A semi- sheer, white, silky, low-cut blouse to show off her cleavage, accentuate the mounds of her breasts and highlight her perpetually hard nipples. To finish the outfit off, a pair of shiny-black 2 1/2" spikes. As I was choosing the items, her face got redder and redder. She knew that she was about to show more than what she covered. I told her that those clothes are how I envisioned her at the moment, and if she wore them, it would please me greatly. She asked if she could be allowed to wear a bra to hide her nipples, but I shook my head and told her that I wanted to see her brag about what she had, not try to hide it. She was shaking nervously as she put the clothes on and I simply got dressed in the clothes I had worn the previous day. I had forgotten to bring my suitcase with me, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment. She looked stunning! The clothes I had selected hid very little of her charms, and she knew it. I did make one minor adjustment. I kneeled down in front of her, reached up under her skirt, removed her panties and tossed them back onto the bed. Now she could feel the air on her newly shaved cunt, with only two or three inches of skirt available to hide it. She needed to be very careful sitting down. Perfection in black and white! I winked at her and told her that she had better keep her legs closed or someone would be getting more for breakfast than what they ordered. I decided, so as not to cause her too much embarrassment, to go to the next town over to do breakfast. As it happened, the next town was rather large, so she began to relax as we made the drive. During the drive over, I gave her explicit instructions on how she was to act in public. Basically, she was to be wide open about her sexuality. She knew how to use the attributes she had, and I gave her permission to flaunt it in every direction. What I said was, in effect, make them follow you - make them want you - make them stare and drool. Otherwise, I concluded, it would be no fun at all...for anyone. As I drove into town, I saw a friendly-looking diner-restaurant and pulled into the parking lot. Then I looked over to her and told her to go in, get a table right in the middle of the dining area (so everyone could see her), and I would follow in a few minutes. I swear...she grinned and her nipples noticeably grew harder. She got out of the car and smugly swished her tight ass up to the door of the restaurant. Her breasts, hard and firm as they were, still jiggled nicely when she walked in her spiked heels. The fact that she was wearing no bra helped. Immediately, she had everyone's attention. It was a beautiful sight to behold. As she jiggled her way to the entrance of the restaurant, she didn't notice just how much attention she was attracting. In the parking lot, there was an elderly couple just getting out of a beat-up Oldsmobile. The husband stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Debi in all her glory. The wife looked to see what hubby was looking at, and immediately whacked him over the head with her purse. A middle-aged couple were also arriving, but I hadn't noticed them until I heard the wife say something like: "...and what the hell does she have that I don't have!? She knew the answer to that question, but was damned afraid to admit it, I'm certain. What fun this day was going to be. Fifteen minutes passed and I was starting to wonder what was going on in the diner, but held fast to the plan I had concocted. I'm certain she was concerned, for I had dressed her in those slinky clothes, drove her to another town, and dropped her off in a very public place. I walked to a nearby phone booth, called the restaurant, and asked the person to please page Debi. After a minute, Debi said "Hello?" "Hi. Having a fun time strutting your stuff out in the open?" "Well yes", she said, "but do I have any choice?" "No, not at the moment. But, I'm sure you're getting some very strange looks...right?" "Strange is not the word." She replied. "There are a lot of young guys in here and I've been hit on by three of them already. That includes one of the waiters." "Hmmm....should I come in now?" "Please?" she replied. "OK, but only on one condition. Act as if you don't know me, and I'll make a hit on you like those other guys, but this time you take me up on it, and give me plenty of skin shots, if for no other reason than to make the other guys jealous. Just play like you're waiting for your boyfriend or something." She giggled on the other end of the line, and said she would. I waited another few minutes and then entered the restaurant. I swear, everyone, men and women alike, were checking out her near-naked body. She looked ready to eat. There was a young gent standing next to her table trying to chat up a conversation, and I saw that he had a huge boner in his pants. I could tell she was getting a little irritated by this guy, so I walked up to them and said, "Excuse me, is this gentleman bothering you?" She looked up at me, smiled glowingly, and said, "No sir, but I think he was just leaving." She glowered at the guy that was hitting on her, and he melted away like sugar in the rain. He looked at me as if to ask, "Who the hell are you?" and walked away mumbling to himself. I think he said something like"...fuckin' whore anyway..." He wanted her in a bad way though. Tough luck pal. I ignored the guy, smiled at Debi, and asked aloud if the seat opposite her was empty. Loud enough for others to hear, she replied "Well, not really, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, and he'll be here any moment." I said "Great!" and sat down. Man, did I ever get some strange looks from the guys that were all trying to undress her with their eyes. I knew they were thinking, "This guy has balls! I should have tried that!" I proceeded to ask her detailed questions about herself, loud enough so that a lot of folks could hear us. Nothing too awful intimate, just questions one would normally ask a woman in a situation like that. I wound up asking her if she had eaten yet. She said no, and I immediately motioned to the waiter that I was ready to order. Of course he saw me right away, for he, too, had been staring at her. And why not? He came over, and blatantly stared down her blouse at her breasts and nipples. I mean, how could he help himself. He was only human, and I allowed him his long examination of her personal assets. I let him stare while I pretended to look over the menu. She played right into his eyes, as I had asked her to do, and after a short while, I ordered food for both of us, never asking Debi what she wanted. She slowly arched her back a little and that caused her terminally hard nipples to press into the front of her sheer blouse. She adjusted her blouse to show the waiter even more cleavage. She made a show of adjusting herself a lot and made sure the waiter knew that she saw him staring. She smiled at him as if to say "I bet you want me in the back room right about now, with my legs wrapped around you, don't you, you poor boy." While we were waiting for our food, I allowed her to play sex games with the other guys sitting around her while I feigned ignorance of what she was doing, and she even whispered that she was giving free pussy shots to the guys sitting across from her. I smiled to myself and let her keep her legs spread to play her silly cunt games with the men in the restaurant. We slowly ate breakfast and had a very intense discussion of whether or not she should cheat on her boyfriend. As the other patrons couldn't help but hear, I said "You know you want other guys, otherwise you wouldn't have had breakfast with me, dressed the way you are. Your boyfriend hasn't showed up yet, so he obviously couldn't give a damn about you. So what do you say we both just leave and go out to my car, and we'll drive away into the sunset?" I heard some snickering from the guys looking and listening and I'm sure they thought that that was the dumbest line I could have ever made. But, I think they were really surprised when she stood up, large breasts wiggling under her sheer blouse, and said, "You know, you just got lucky. My damned boyfriend stood me up for the last time. Let's go to your place and talk about it." You could have cut the silence with a knife. It was great! I paid for the meal, left a hefty tip, and off we went grinning wildly at each other, arm-in-arm, never to be seen again. It was so cool. I've always wanted to do that, and Debi played it perfectly. She loved every moment of flaunting herself in public, and she told me so in the car. She was so excited, by the time we returned to the car she was shivering with glee...practically forcing her rigid nipples through that flimsy blouse material. Beautiful... just beautiful! As we were walking back, I noticed that her short skirt was riding quite high up on her ass cheeks. It hid virtually nothing, and she knew exactly what she was showing. No imagination was needed to see what Debi had between her legs. I helped myself and reached behind her to gently slap her cute butt. Once we were in the car I looked up and saw two of the young guys that were sitting near us in the restaurant. They were staring out the restaurant window at us. Then it hit me. I told her to quickly remove her skirt and give it to me. Happily, she did so, right there in the front seat. I started the car, drove out of the parking lot across the street and honked my horn to get their attention. When they looked out, I tossed her skirt out the window onto the ground in front of their window. The look they gave was worth the trip. We sped off, both of us laughing our respective asses off. What a great morning! Life was good. We laughed for a long time. We breezed on down the road for a few miles, and it suddenly hit Debi. She was skirtless, pantyless and braless in the car...cruising down the road. She was wearing only the white net hose, white garter belt, white shoes and white sheer blouse. She was pretty and I wanted her to stay like that for as long as possible. I took the opportunity to do something I'd wanted to do for a long time. While we were driving down the highway, I unzipped myself, pulled out my hardening prick, and grabbed my woman by the hair. Pulling her down to me, I pushed her face to my groin and forced her to suck my cock as I was driving down the road. What they say is true, especially if you have an expert cock sucker like Debi. You cannot drive and get a blowjob at the same time. Of course, I took her lips as much as I could, but finally had to pull over to the side to experience her better. Once again she shafted me full length until I was ready to cum. This time, though, I wanted something different. When I was ready, I stood up, faced her, and spewed my jism all over her neck and down between her cleavage. I really messed her chest up with my hot load of cum. There was a lot of it to spread around, and I made sure she had it all over herself. I sat back down in the drivers' seat, and it took me a while to come back down from the clouds. She gives really great head. No mortal man could hold back an orgasm from her mouth. I dare you to try it. Soon enough though, we were back on the road, headed back home. Half dressed and cum all over the front of her, she silently rode with me with a smile on her face. After a short while, she asked if I could get her something to wear, and I said "Sure!", and drove straight to the mall. When I drove into the parking lot, I found a quiet, secluded parking spot pretty far from the entrance where most folks don't park. She realized that something was amiss and she said, "Oh No. No Way! This is where I draw the line. I'm not about to walk into that mall naked!" Turning to look at her I said in a stern voice, "You are my slave and you will do exactly as I tell you, and nothing else. You will obey me without question, or you will be surprised at what happens next. You will not tell me what you will or will not do, ever again." I must make a point of saying that she was very shocked at my tone of voice, since it was the first time I had truly spoken to her as a Master would to a slave he owned. She had never heard me speak forcefully, and it took her several seconds to grasp my attitude and meaning. Once she knew I meant business, she dropped her eyes, and said, "Yes." I reached over and lifted her face to look at me, and it appeared that she was ready to let go a few tears. Too bad. I held her face up to make her look me square in the eye, and said to her, "From this moment on, you will address me as Master. You will say 'Yes Master' or 'No Master' when you speak to me. It is a sign of respect that you know and understand your position as my slave, and that you are aware that you must do my bidding, regardless of how you feel about it." "Your desires are irrelevant. Your place is to service me and others as I may or may not choose in the future. You will do exactly as I wish you to do, and nothing else. Never question my authority over your position. Now, I know that you have the ability to understand the words I am speaking to you. Presently, your only duty in life is to do exactly as I wish. Do you or do you not understand everything I have just said?" Debi was absolutely frightened of me at that moment. I could see it in her eyes, and, of course, I used it to my immediate advantage. She had not been expecting me to speak to her in that manner. In her face I read fear, anger, embarrassment, and something else that I soon learned was her sexuality starting to emerge. Even through all her feelings, she held her back stiffly. Her physical attributes shone through, deliciously. Then firmly, almost with a tone of self- acceptance to her position, I felt a small shudder run through her, and she responded to me by looking right into my eyes and saying, "Yes, Master." I looked at her and said, "Although just the mere thought of you walking naked beside me in public, with cum all over you, thrills me to no end, I never intended for you to go out in public that way. We still live in a backward world where there are laws against such things. We would be arrested on the spot, and it would spoil the fun." Then, I felt her relax, and we just sat there for a few moments smiling at each other. I removed the car keys, and got out of the car. She said, "Where are you going?" I turned and glowered down at her in the car. She gulped and repeated, "Where are you going, Master?" I said, "To go buy you some clothes...of course. Do you want to sit out here naked in the car all day?" Then I just turned and started walking towards the mall entrance. After just a few steps, however, I turned back to the car and said aloud, "...and you not forget to say 'Master' again. You will be receiving a spanking as soon as I return." Then I turned and walked into the mall. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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