Message-ID: <36815asstr$1024179004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@lois.pathlink.com> X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!not-for-mail From: "Steven S. Davis" <sd@links.magenta.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <aefn2n1fu4@enews1.newsguy.com> Keywords: story fiction femdom sm User-Agent: tin/1.4.4-20000803 ("Vet for the Insane") (UNIX) (SunOS/5.5 (sun4m)) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 15 Jun 2002 15:39:03 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Pushy Sub {SD} (F/M, femdom, sm) Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2002 18:10:04 -0400 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/Year2002/36815> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge "Pushy sub" by SD He sat/knelt at her feet, leaning against the sofa, body lightly against her leg, head intermittently resting on her thigh and sometimes raised to gaze on her in utter amazement that he could be hers. Usually she'd happily endure his adoration for a while - he was pleased that she seemed able to endure it longer now, and was more accepting of her just fate as the target of his veneration, or so her smile, which always found its way out from behind any attempts at a cool indifference, and the fact that her blushing had almost stopped, so these seemed to indicate - and then she put a finger on his head and lightly put it back on her thigh. His hands bound behind him and ankles bound together, naked save for the "Corrigan cloth" - a "wrong-way" loincloth falling behind him (save when she decided to move it for direct access to his bare buttflesh) - and serving as a butt towel when she kept him nearly naked in her home for hours at a time, there was little more he could do for her. But there is always more that a submissive can do, and a proper submissive knows that he never has done and never can do enough for his domme (a burden which she may sometimes force him to bear byhaving him remain passive or by refusing his services, which is always her right, but she had shown him the favor of letting him know that trying to serve her would always be OK, even if she made him stop). He knew she was feeling the lust to use her power over him to cause him pain, but a lifetime's conditioning against either hurting or using people, and her own fear of her crueler desires, these were still holding her back. He didn't mind not being caused pain; he'd quite happily stay like he was, head upon her thigh as she stroked his hair as they shared some quiet time. But he didn't want to withhold anything from her, nor did he want her denying herself any pleasure - or denying him the joy of being the instrument of her pleasure or the target of her lusts, painlust included. So, taking a chance on being bold and brazen, he lifted his head again and gazed at her until he saw the smile break through, and then asked "May I bring you your whip, madame ?". She smiled quizically at him and asked "And how do you propose to do that, boy ?". The new whip he'd made her from a bicycle inner tube was on the shelf across the room. "I can crawl for it, my Lady", he said. "All right", she smiled at him, laughing at herself as she imperiously flicked her hand and finger out (she did seem to be enjoying the royal mannerisms more than she had) "Crawl". So he slipped down to the ground and began a slow slither across the room, one slowed only very briefly when she whipped the corrigan cloth away to better see his ass as he slithered. Brazen bravado has its charm, but it has its cost too. Crawling bound is very quicky tiring, and a thick soft carpet very soon seems very thin and very bristly, and well before he was halfway across the room he was getting tired and sore. But he didn't dare stop before he got to the whip, and so kept struggling until he was across the room and got up on his knees and took the whip in his teeth, and then turned around slowly and started back. Now, he thought, she might not mind if he sometimes stopped and laid panting and gleaming, whip in his mouth, bound on her floor. She actually seemed to like the view, so he took advantage of this to stop, briefly, a couple more times on his way back to her. Finally making it back to her, he struggled up and laid the whip in her lap, then rested his head on her leg again. Making it a point to look over at the whip from time to time. "For someone who claims not to like pain you seem very determined to get a whipping from me", she said. "I don't like pain, my Lady", he said, nuzzling her thigh and daring to kiss it. "But you do, and I want what you like". "Very proper of you", she said laughingly, pressing his head down as she stroked his hair with one hand, and fingered the whip with the other. After awhile she lifted the whip and flipped it a few times, then pushed his head down so he was kneeling head on ground as she dragged the whip across his bare back and craved laying the whip hard across the smooth flesh and watching welts rising and her submissive squirming and screaming and she felt such heat and yet still some guilty resistance to hurting him for no reason other than that she could and that she liked to. But as he lifted his head very slightly and let his forehead rest softly on her foot and said softly "I want to be yours, and if I am yours you can use me for your pleasure", she both eagerly and hestitantly flicked the whip softly back, and then brought it down across his back. Not very forcefully or painfully, but after he said "thank you" she hit him again, and then again, and again, and he squirmed a little and she liked that and hit him again and pulled the whip back again and hit him hard and he gasped ever so slightly but she heard it and smiled and said "Hurts, eh " and hit him again and he squirmed more and gasped and slightly raised his head as she leered at him and the lovely lines starting to appear but she hesitated and then he brazenly kissed her foot and she struck him hard and he kept kissing her foot and she started hitting him harder and faster and he kissed her feet more passionately and she kept hitting him, more fully enjoying his pain and waiting happily after he would gasp and jerk for him to put his lips to her feet again, and though neither of them would say it each knew that his kiss would bring more whipstrokes which would come harder and faster until he shuddered and started and stopped kissing her feet, when the whipping would stop but the whip would stand ready until his lips touched her feet again, only his lips, his face on her feet and his tears pouring over them would not start it, but when he kissed her feet again the whipping would resume, now more slow, measured, but very severe strokes, waiting between each stroke - well, sometimes, when her heat rose, between two or three or four strokes - to let him gasp and them resume his kisses, the gap between kisses being longer now as she watched his body shuddering beneath her even when not beneath her whipstrokes, until deciding that he'd had almost but not quite enough, she held the whip ready for a long time as he knelt at her feet before he could kiss her feet again, and then she started whipping him hard and fast w/o waiting for his kiss as he cried under her whip before sobbing "Mercy, Mistress" and hot as she was to hurt him she was only to happy to drop down a top him and stroke and kiss his hot red flesh and hug and cuddle him and roll him over and wipe his nose and face and kiss him long and hard and then hold him until his breathing settled while her heart still pounded. And then push him onto his back and let him gaze at her hot flushed face all he wanted, well, not really, since she soon climbed onto his face and growled out "Now, you got me this way, boy, so you'd better get me off, *now*, boy", and gazing at his Lady wasn't on the agenda, but the flush that met his gaze this time wasn't in the slightest from embarrassment. -- Steven S. 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