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Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy Part Five (fmdom, mild cbt, d/s, mast)
Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2002 19:10:07 -0400
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This belongs to Karinthia
Do not repost anywhere without permission
karinthiarose@hotmail.com

My very sincere thanks go to Gorgo for the great job he did on editing.  Not
only did he save me suffering through some embarrassing mistakes, he's
taught me quite a few things with his comments. Thank you!

The Nice Guy
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Part 5

Thru the rest of the day, he could feel the string binding him up and away
from his body. He would be talking to his men and a stray thought of her
would come unbidden. His cock would rise, the string would pinch and with a
mumbled curse, he'd have to go into the trailer and stick his head under
running water.  The intensity of the horny rush going through him was
unparalleled.  The only thing he could equate it to was if she sitting deep
inside him with her finger pushing some previously hidden button.  He had
never had such a case of blue balls in his life.  At the end of the phone
call, when she told him to present his sweet little ass at her house after
work, she had given him such a wicked laugh that he wasn't too sure his
agony was going to end anytime soon. What could it hurt if he stroked just a
little, he asked himself. She wouldn't know and ghod knows he deserved it.
He had done each and every thing she had asked of him; up and including
hanging his cock out where everyone could see it! At that, even thought he
was totally alone, the blush that was the bane of his life crept over him
again. In total disgust over his body's eagerness to broadcast his innermost
feelings, he stood up in sudden decision and said to himself that he'd give
it just ten more minutes.

Ninety minutes later, he was standing at her doorstep. He had freshened up
with a quick spritz in the shower and had re-did the string so it sat just a
little bit tighter.  He was afraid that with all the action it had seen, it
would slip off the next time he moved too quickly. Somehow he resisted every
action that would have relieved the discomfort his body was in. Whenever he
got too hot, he said to himself that he'd try to hold out for another ten
minutes and when that almost failed at one point, he remembered her threat
of what she would do if he ruined her fun. He almost believed her, but being
new, he just thought she was stretching the truth a mite to get her point
across. He was so infatuated that he didn't give it another thought when he
lightly knocked on her front door.

She answered with a smile on her face and her arms around his neck. The kiss
she gave him left him breathless and had the string trying to strangle him
yet again.  His hands cradled her face as her arms held him fast. It didn't
take long for the both of them to be scrambling trying to get closer. She
could not get rid of the image of him standing in the window, bare and
bound, just because he wanted to please her. With a hungry little sigh, her
fingernails dug into his chest. She couldn't wait to feast on the rest of
him. She'd touched him with her hands, with her pretty painted toes and
through the telephone wire, but all the ways she had fantasized about was
still yet to come.

With her hand on his elbow, she pulled him through the still-open door and
slammed it shut. With a wicked grin on her face, she put her hand on the
bulge of his pants and with a hard squeeze asked him quite bluntly if he
kept her present intact so she could unwrap it.

"Yes, Miss.  It's all yours to unwrap, I didn't touch it any. I did have to
re-do the string when I got out of the shower. With the punishment it's been
taking today, I'm surprised the things still able to be used at all!" He
said with a laugh.  Her pleased expression made all of those I'
ll-hold-out-for-ten-more-minutes worth it.

Her fingers were at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them before he had
time to gather a coherent thought at all.  With a hungry growl and her
fingers at his zipper, she said "Strip, jimmylongs!  I want to see my
present RIGHT now. You don't know how you made me feel standing at the
window, bare-assed with your cock strung up all because I wanted it."   With
a 'couldn't be happier' with himself expression, he kissed the tip of her
nose before sliding his boots off.

Two seconds later, he was standing in front of her as naked as the day he
was born.  With her eyes upon him, he could feel the string start to
tighten. Her eyes started at his feet, which curled into the carpeting in
response. They lifted to his thighs, which flexed uncontrollably.  Up to his
cock that sprang to life in complete obedience to her presence. She could
see how his cock threatened to spill out of the string's enclosure.  With a
hot thought, she realized she'd have to get something MUCH better to keep
him penned in. Her hand absentmindedly rubbed the side of her hip.  Then her
eyes lifted to the chest he had been so hesitant to caress for her on the
phone.

"Hands behind your back, my jimmylongs! she murmured before lifting her hand
to flick his nipples with her nails. Just like flicking a piece of lint, she
thought to herself, but look how they respond.  She could see him inhale
briefly before the nipples turned into pebbles. She was so sure of his
obedience now that she didn't bother to check where his hands were.

Stepping between his spread legs, she forced him to take a step backwards
where he bumped into the wall. Hands held behind his back made his hips push
out slightly. With one hand sliding up his washboard stomach, the other took
his cock in hand.  She could feel his legs shaking against her thighs as she
began to stroke. His lips found the top of her hair, but he kept his
position. She murmured a quiet "Good boy, jimmylongs" to let him know that
she had noticed. With her knee nudging his apart, he had no choice but to
spread out. Her pinning him to the wall was his only source of balance. She
wanted him to rely totally on her for assistance during this transition. She
was going to milk him till he came. He was her slave and her responsibility.

With her hands cupping his balls in her hand, she flexed her fingers and
felt the string encircling him. He had done a good job following directions
getting it properly put on. She could feel the ridges of his cock as it
tried to get around its bindings. His balls were full and tight. With his
breath against her neck, she could tell he was ready to give her exactly
what she wanted. With her hand at his neck to hold him in place, she took
her hand off his cock for a brief minute. In a moment complete with
sweetness and understanding of the pain she had put him through, she kissed
the tip of her one long index finger and gently placed it on the tip of his
cock. Kissing and soothing the spot of her earlier hunger.  When she felt
him shudder in response, she knew that she had been wise in choosing him.
He needed her gentleness as well as the fierce hunger that raged within her.
His lips found her shoulder as she stroked him to full hunger. When she felt
him buck against her and felt his lips desperately sucking on her skin, she
brought him over the edge. Right into the palm of her hand.

Just where he belonged.

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