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Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy, Part 3 (fmdom, rom, foot fetish)
Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 23:10:22 -0400
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The nice guy
Part 3
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She awoke in the middle of the night from her uncomfortable position and it
took her a minute to realize where she was and what had happened. Feeling
the warmth of him against her legs, she came to a realization.  That man
struggling to stay upright while he slept had fulfilled a deep-seated need
she didn't know she had. But he was going to need a lot of training, she
thought to herself. First arriving late, then cumming without permission, it
seems like he'd need a crash course before he was acceptable.  How to start,
tho?

She stared into the darkened room for hours it seemed. Weighing whether to
take this newbie on and all the training it entailed or if she should just
send him on his way so she could start up the hunt in this new territory all
over again. When his arms reached out in his sleep and encircled her leg,
she softened. By the time she felt his lips place a sleepy kiss against her
inner thigh, she had relented. She was afraid that she could become quite
use to this man sleeping at her feet.

He awoke to feel her straddling his legs. With her hands, she had gathered
up both of his and pinned them to his chest. From the look on her face, he
knew that he had awoken during something very important.  For a long moment
she held his gaze, peering into them like she was quizzing his soul. With
her voice dark and husky, she told him to place his hands behind his head
and to NOT move them. Her hands released his and as he went to obey, his
fingers trailed against the side of her cheek.  He was a little scared of
the intensity flowing out of her, but he so wanted to make her happy.   Then
she did something unexpected.  She leaned close to him and with a very
breathy sigh, rubbed her face against his. It felt so soft and comforting
that for a moment, he forgot the position he was in.

With her hands running up and down his chest, she started his training. Her
lips feasted on his. She rubbed her pussy against the flap to his zipper.
The muscles in his arms bunched with the effort not to draw her in closer.
She sat in his lap and made out with him for hours, it seemed. Hot and heavy
did she pet him, but every time . every single time he got close to cumming
from the feelings alone, she would sit father back in his lap, so their
chests didn't touch, and with her fingers under her skirt, bring herself
over the edge.  He got to see the look on her face, imagine her fingers
slipping deeper and deeper while he squirmed beneath her. Right in the
middle of her fingers playing, she smiled in such a way that his heart
skipped a beat. She drew her hand slowly out from underneath her skirt and
with her fingers covered in dew, lightly and with great deliberation, drew
him a mustache. She painted the smell of her beneath his nose to hold close
for the rest of the day.

"I want to keep you, Jim, but you are going to have to earn it, you do
realize that, don't you?" She asked him in a moment of seriousness. "I'm
going to make you do things for no other reason than the sound of them
amuses me. I'm going to take advantage of your good nature at times. At
others, I'm going to keep you so horny that you will be ready to scream in
frustration"

His blood ran hot from what she was asking him. Every fantasy he had had
since childhood ran thru his mind. Of being a woman's pet. Of being her
champion. Of pounding that ghoddamn nice guy image smack into the ground.
Before he could utter a word, her lips were on his again; slanted and wet,
she threw his thoughts straight between his legs.

A few minutes later, when they came up for air, she said "I want you to
spend some time thinking on this, because once you start down this path,
there is no going back. Do you understand me?"  At his nod, she continued.
"In one week, I want you to find me in my office and tell me your decision.
Don't come to me any sooner or I'll think you aren't serious.  Remember this
one thing, Jim Long, if you say yes there will be times you are going to
wish very sincerely that you had refused me. Now, get yourself off to work
and I'll see you soon or . I won't." and she slid off his lap and walked in
the bathroom. He and his raging hardon all but forgotten in her need to gain
some distance.

A few days had passed, with them both dealing with their feelings as best
they could. He with burying himself in his work and spending more time than
usual kicking back some beers with his rowdy work crew long past his self
inflicted curfew. When he fell half drunk and dead tired into his bed each
night, he hoped and prayed that the way he was pushing himself would allow
him some respite from the image of her face that haunted him each day. His
eyes would close and there she would be; just waiting for his defenses to
melt away in slumber. When morning came, his sheets would be twisted around
his hips and his cock would have crept in his hand as the sweat poured off
him from the dreams he had. It was so unbelievable that a man of his age and
experience could suffer from such paralyzing heartsickness, but all he
wanted to do was go lie at her feet and let her walk all over him.

She dealt with the feelings of waiting and wondering thru the day by
re-organizing her office and spending more time with her students. At night?
At night, she fought her attraction of him with everything she had. She didn
't want to be stuck on this little man. There was a whole smorgasbord out
there for her to play with, ghoddamnit! Fate had dealt her an ugly hand and
she was determined to see if she could thwart it. She dressed up in one of
her sexiest outfits and went to the local hot spot. She picked up the
hottest man in the crowd and while dancing with him, she could smell his
awareness and desire creeping over her like a second skin. When she leaned
her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, the only one she could see was
him. That little blushing country gentleman!The anger that she felt at that
moment was all encompassing. Her nails dug into this stranger's flesh and
thinking of that little man, she could feel the wetness dripping. With a
cold-hearted lack of concern for the thoughts or feelings of the man in
front of her, she used him.  She allowed him to take her to his house for a
nightcap, then tied him to the bed and ravaged him.

The thing was, the whole time . The WHOLE time while she tore apart this
stranger, that little man stayed right in front of her. With a sigh of
defeat, she gave up. If he didn't show up in the appointed time, she would
just have to go and fetch him.

On the appointed day, they both were a mess. She found excuses to stay out
of her office for fear that he wouldn't appear; he delayed going to find her
from complete awareness of how far he had fallen. He wanted her so badly,
but to show it would make him appear too willing and needy, so he put off
going till he saw one of the last classes leaving the building. Then ...
then he walked slowly thru the halls, feeling her pulling at him with each
footfall. He couldn't deny what she meant to him any more than he could stop
the night shakes that gripped him whilst he dreamt of her.

When he opened her office door and stepped inside, he saw her sitting at her
desk. Her glasses pushed on top of her head. She quietly murmured for him to
close the door and to come stand right in front of her. They both knew that
this was the start of them both. She could do anything right now and he
wouldn't go. He needed her too badly. With a hand that shook with the depth
of his emotions, he did as she bade. When he stood in front of her, the lust
in her eyes shone with the depths he had seen in his dreams. Her shoes were
kicked off with abandon and her posture, her posture was confidence itself.
She practically purred in the satisfaction she felt. With her hands making a
regal gesture, she told him to take off every stitch of clothing. She wanted
to see the man she was getting.

That was all it took for him to be flooded with the need he felt each night
since he last saw her. Lust, love, gratitude and awe all mingled, forcing
him to obey her. With shaking hands and a hardened cock, he undid the
buttons on his shirt. When his hands found his belt and drew it thru the
loops, she silently held out her hand to take it. When his feet kicked his
work boots aside, the blush he was almost famous for covered his entire
body. With her fingers trailing down one peaked breast, she made him strip
off his pants and slowly turn around for her amusement. He was rock hard and
dripping as he made his circuit.

With his toes crinkling in the carpet, he was made to play with himself. To
show her how he stroked and he played when he was thinking of her.

"Tell me, Jim, what did you think of when you stroked yourself like that?"
she quizzed him. With a hungry sigh and an indrawn breath, he told her. Of
the times in his dreams when she kidnapped and raped him. Of the time he was
tied to the bed and she lowered her pussy till she covered his face
completely. About struggling for air and just getting her cum slowly fed to
him.  Of being totally wrapped up in chains and kept for her pleasure. Of
not allowed to cum ever. At each telling, his voice got weaker.  His hand
was moving at an almost frantic pace.  The boy could work himself into a
state in no time flat, she noticed.

With her voice stern, she demanded that he stop what he was doing and put
his hands behind his back. The look of frustrated need on his face began her
feeding. With his belt in hand, she drew his arms completely behind his back
and arranged them so he was holding onto each elbow. His chest buckled out
and it looked damn uncomfortable from her point of view. She took one brief
moment to sooth the heat raging between her legs. With her chin on his
shoulder, her sighs of hunger and need pierced his ear. When she reached
around and just grabbed him like she had the complete right to, he almost
came then and there. Her voice in his ear was so low and growly, that for a
minute he couldn't understand her. With her cock and balls in her taloned
grip, she asked him one simple question that he couldn't refute. "Who does
this belong to?"  With his knees ready to buckle, he answered simply and
completely "To you, it only wants to belong to you, Miss".

 She wrapped the belt around his awkwardly held hands and tightened the
cinch. With the left over strap, she pulled him arms skyward, till she could
see him flinch. This prey took far too long to capture to be left a chance
to escape. She was going to bind him and rope him and make DAMN sure that
this boy would never be able to willingly leave her. She wanted a place in
his heart that had never been touched.

With his rein pulled up high and over his shoulder, she walked him behind
her.  She led him to the big desk that she had sat on so long ago to start
his seduction. She lifted her skirt and sat at its edge and with her free
hand she pushed him to kneeling right in front of her. With only one hungry
word able to be growled out, she grabbed him by the back of the hair, pulled
him between her legs and ordered him to "lick". And lick he did. He buried
himself between the flesh of her thighs and tried to get inside her as far
as was possible.  In her excitement, she'd pull on his lead, but that only
served to drag him in deeper. She could hear him making little piggie sounds
between her legs. Slurping and sucking the juice from her pussy.  Every time
she came close to cumming and satisfying the hunger, she would drag his
mouth off of her and look on his face. Coated in her moisture with his
breath panting, she would ask him time and again, who he belonged to. With a
tortured cry in his voice, he would reply "you, Miss, you" while straining
to find her. When he had repeated it enough times that she KNEW he believed
it to the bottom of his soul, only then did she loosen the slack on his
leash enough that he could again find her warmth.  Near the end of what she
could stand, she placed her hand against the back of his head and with his
leash pulled hard enough to break an arm, she ground herself against his
warm willing tongue. Riding him hard and fast, she came and gave him the
precious substance he had been so eagerly after. Flooding him, pouring down
his cheeks, she lowered her guard enough to trust him with her.

When she had calmed down enough to feel the desk beneath her ass again, she
could see his eyes, loving and with a need so hot staring out, that she
gracefully placed a long leg between his spread knees and told him to ride
it.  Rubbing and humping it while his lips loved her legs, he murmured of
his devotion and appreciation for what she had given him. With his arms
still pinned against his back, the little slave to be had finally found his
place.

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