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Subject: {ASSM} Thoughts at the gym Part 3 and 4 {Femdom, oral his and hers, cbt}
Date: Tue,  4 Jun 2002 05:10:05 -0400
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Part 3
I leaned up on my elbows and simply said, "You're a hungry thing, aren't
you?" With that he blushed, his tongue touched his lower lip and he simply
replied "Yes, Ma'am".

Well, far be it from me to refuse such a blatant invitation. I sat up on the
bench and pushed on his shoulders, signaling him to stand. He really did
tower over me, which is hot all in itself. Nothing like seeing how the
mighty can fall. I put my hands to his tool belt and stripped it off.

His hands clenched and unclenched at is side as I outlined the only tool
left on him. What amazed me the most was the small stain his jeans sported
right where the head of his cock lay. When I put that exact spot between my
fingertips and gave it a little pinch, that handyman let out the smallest
little moan. Delicious <g>!  It didn't take long for that zipper to be
pulled down and his pants drop around his ankles. Now, I realized why that
stain appeared so readily. This handyman liked everything loose and handy!
No leopard skin underwear holding this boy back, just flesh rubbing against
material. I looked up at him, smiled and just clucked my tongue at him. His
face just got redder and his cock just jumped and dribbled.

The trouble with having a creative mind is that it strikes at the very worst
moments (for someone else). I simply pointed to the pants pooled at his feet
and said "Off". He kicked them to the side and I put one foot between his
legs and nudged his legs apart wider. Have you ever felt someone's emotions
just go "boing"? It's when not only when their bodies are hot and eager, but
they start surfing on their emotions too. He was there. I'm not sure if it
was my aggressive action (oh, he ain't seen nothing yet) that got to him so
badly, but I was ready to push him more.

"Put your hands behind your back and don't move them until I allow it. Do
you hear me, Handyman?" I asked him. His eyes softened and smoldered even
more and he simply said "Yes, ma'am" while putting his hands where
commanded.

I slid up, so my face was inches from his cock and ran my hands up his
thighs, testing the texture, the feel of his muscles. This boy was VERY
nicely built. I poked him here and there, just testing the muscle tone while
he sat there pulsing right in front of my face. I wondered at that point
just how much he wished he could of grabbed me by the hair and stuffed
himself in my mouth. Well, far be it from me to not give someone a little of
their hearts desire. I inched my mouth a little closer, looked up at him and
just licked my lips. "Please, Ma'am, please" was all he said as he tried not
to dance in place close to my lips. My hand slipped around his balls and
gave a gentle squeeze before I gave him a long slow tastycake lick. His legs
trembled just a bit at that, so I went back for more. My lips and tongue
encircled the tip and when he unconsciously started to lunge forward, my
hand squeezed his balls. With a small surprised, painful grunt, he learned
who was in charge.

I slid my lips down all the way down his shaft, rolling my tongue around the
base when I finished. By this time, that handyman was having a hard time.
His arms were being held in position by sheer force of will. His legs
trembled and every so often, I'd have to remind him yet again who was boss
by squeezing his balls. It doesn't help that I was getting overly sensitive
at what I saw as his indiscretions. He would move just a trifle, even just
shifting his feet and I'd squeeze him with nails gently biting. Now, to make
up for my cruelty, when he behaved properly, my nails would gently scratch
the fur that I found or gently stroke that sensitive little taint spot.

After a few minutes of this, I lifted my mouth off his cockhead and
pretended to muse aloud "I bet you'd give anything for a chance to cum right
now, wouldn't you, handyman?"

His whole body shuddered and trembled before he could gather himself enough
to reply. "Ma'am, I don't remember needing anything so much in my life. I'll
do whatever you want, just please, Ma'am, please let me cum! My balls ache I
'm so ready".

On hearing that I just grinned and my creative side was freed with a
vengeance. I sat back a little; pushed his legs a bit wider and leaned down
to pick up one pristine white sneaker. Lol, you should have seen the look in
his eyes! I guess he thought since I had made him beg, I was now free to
leave him in that state. I wouldn't do such a thing, but he might wish I had
by the time he was allowed to cum, tho.

I untied the bow on my sneakers and made one small loop with the lace.
Leaning between his legs, I caught both of his balls in it.  "Oh, ghod, Ma'
am, please." Ignoring his words for the moment, I pulled the shoelace tight
and tied a small knot. Lightly bouncing the sneaker in my hand, I allowed
his balls to fully support the weight of my small sneaker. If the drippage
was anything to go by, this handyman didn't seem to mind it that much. I
casually pulled on the lace that was hanging loosely on the pretence of
testing the knots and gave him a stroke or two to keep him hot and edgy.
Sometimes things are just easier to take when you're in that state.

I cocked my head to one side and remarked that there was just something
missing. Maybe it's just that I'm use to seeing two shoes there. So, I
picked the other sneaker up and did the same thing yet again. I made a loop
of one lace, but this time, pulled back his foreskin and looped it round.
(oh, man this boy can drip. I swear by the time I finished tying the knot
off, my hand was slick). He was moaning so low in his throat that I had a
hard time hearing it. The veins in his cock were bulging out and the muscles
in his thighs had gone rigid. I wasn't sure if it was the weigh of my
sneakers doing it or the excitement he felt, nor did I care. He was primed,
standing straight out from his body, excited and hard, with my sneakers
dragging his cock down. HOT! Such heat did I feel at the moment. I don't
know where it came from, but I didn't want it to end.

I leaned back a bit on the bench, looked up at him and said with a wicked
tone of voice  "You really are a nasty boy, aren't you, handyman? I think
you need to be punished for it" Wooeee! The reaction I got was RIGHT on. A
pure line of pre-cum streamed out of him and he moaned "Nasty boy, Ma'am, I'
m a nasty, dirty boy. You've got me so hot ..  I need whatever it is that
YOU need, Ma'am. Please, Ma'am, please.. " He begged me.

I casually put out a hand and sent one shoe gently sailing. It swung and he
groaned



Part Four:
I was very tempted to start a game of bumper cars right then and there, but
I wanted him to be able to finish this course I had set out for him.  The
way he was leaking and carrying on, he wasn't far from the finish line. It
was almost time to take a bit of the starch out of him.

For the moment, tho, I just gently swung my sneaks between his legs. With
each pendulum swing, his moans got a little louder. A few more and his knees
started to spread and bend. He was slipping down under the weight of his own
need and emotions.  How lovely he looked there. "Put your hands flat on your
thighs and squat down for me right there, my naughty little handyman."  I
commanded him. "Yes, Ma'am" was the breathy whisper I received back.

I scooted to the edge of the bench, put my feet between his legs and told
him to spread his legs nice and wide. He did as bid and I proceeded to put
my shoes on. Knees bumping his erection, smooth legs sliding along his inner
thigh and toes wiggling to get a grip. You would think something as simple
as putting on a pair of shoes would be simple, would you? I will have you
know, nothing is EVER as simple as it seems when it's got any connection to
a man's cock and balls. My feet slid and dragged a deep groan out of him. To
make things easier for the both of us, I leaned down, rested my head against
his shoulder and put them on properly. His face buried itself in the curve
of my neck and I could hear him simply inhale. Smelling me. Deep and long.
Getting the scent of me stuck in his nose, in his mind. I arched my neck,
allowing him access as I tugged on the shoes to make sure they were
completely on. Wouldn't do at all to have it come lose at the wrong moment
now, would it?

I straightened up and positioned my legs so that they were on either side of
his cock. Then with my face to his, I kissed him deep. Mouths slashed.
Tongues intertwined, I slowly closed my legs to capture him completely. I
could FEEL his cock jump at the contact. He was more than ready to give me
what I wanted. I slowly swung my feet back and forth as I deepened our kiss.
My hands at the nape of his neck directing the slant, I wanted this all MY
way and I was going to have it. His hands came up to frame my face and it
felt so nice, that for the moment I allowed it.

My legs continued to swing and pull on him lightly till I could feel him
catch the rhythm. By then, his mouth was plundering mine and his hands were
gripping me tight. Can't have that, but he DID need his balance for what I
wanted, so I compromised.  I took his hands from my face and sat them on
either side of me on the bench with the order of not moving them. By this
time, the only thing that dirty little handyman could do was gasp and nod
his head frantically. He was at the stage where he would do anything to
please and even more to be allowed to cum. It's amazing where you can find a
slut hidden, isn't it?

My feet started swinging again, slowly at first. Building it up till he had
caught that rhythm again. When I was SURE he had it, I got him to the very
edge. My lips on him, I could "hear" his cum rising. His body tensed, the
cock between my legs went even more rigid and his lips upon my panted.  I
leaned back till my lips barely touched his and breathed into his mouth that
the only way he was going to be allowed to cum was to do it himself. My legs
slowly swung to a near standstill. I squeezed my calves together and let him
slide between them softly and slowly. Enough to keep him hotter than hot,
but not enough to get off on.  His pre-cum was smeared all over my legs. His
eyes were frantic with need and lust. "What, Ma'am? What do you want me to
do?? Please, anything, anything. Tell me!" Ghod, the man was near to tears
(puddle)

For answer, I leaned forward and pulled his head to my chest. His lips
mouthed me thru the material of my shirt and then his hips started moving of
their own volition. In and out he slowly moved between my slicked up calves.
The frustrated groan that he made was pure heaven to my ears. He needed to
fully thrust in and out to be able to reach that point of cumming and he
wouldn't get it without bringing himself a lot of pain. With a desperate
murmur, his lips found my nipple and he started shifting his ass forward
faster and faster. The groan that welled up from deep within his soul, the
bunching of his shoulders as he road out the pain .. they only served to
enflame me further.  "That's it, handyman.  You know you'd give anything to
cum all over me. Do you know what I'm going to make you do if that happens?
I'm going to make you kneel there on that dirty floor and lick up every
drop, you needy little slut!" I cried out.  That was all it took. With a
roar and his body completely rigid, cock and balls pulled as far as they
could stand, he came. Pouring and dribbling, shaking and sobbing into my
chest, he spilled all over my legs.

When he finally calmed down and stopped shaking, I put my hand to the back
of his nape, gently grabbed a handful of hair there and pulled at it till he
was forced to look me straight in the eye.  "Clean up the mess you made now,
Handyman".

One blush, one smile and one "Yes, Ma'am" is how he replied.

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