Message-ID: <38117asstr$1031069403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <karinthiarose@hotmail.com> From: "K" <karinthiarose@hotmail.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-Original-Message-ID: <OE607Hw8atq1v7G5eZe00012f7a@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 03 Sep 2002 03:22:56.0058 (UTC) FILETIME=[321841A0:01C252F9] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2002 21:23:12 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy Part six {FM, Fmdom, D/s, bond, spank, Strap-on} Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2002 12:10:03 -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/Year2002/38117> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates This belongs to Karinthia Do not repost anywhere without permission karinthiarose@hotmail.com (in need of an editor) The Nice Guy Part Six ----- Part Six Being totally human, it didn't take him long to feel a certain degree of astonishment and unease over how far he had fallen and just where he had let her direct him. It seemed as if every time he got within hearing distance of her voice, his will power vanished and he was doing things he had never considered acceptable before. He felt as if he was walking a tightrope of what she wanted and society expected. His insecurity grew and self-doubts started to plague him. The pinnacle came when he found himself missing her and her bossy ways dreadfully during a particular busy time for the both of them. He unconsciously started to stage small scenes of rebellion in order to sooth his wounded male ego and reaffirm that he still had some say in their relationship. They would be discussing the details of her 'spare room ' over a quick coffee together, she would let him know what she wanted and he would deliberately misunderstand her or say that the way she wanted was foolish and he knew of a better way to do it. She would have lost her temper right then and there over the tone he took, but looking closely, she could see that he was just feeling unsure and needed a little time to adjust ... or so she thought. Another time, after a particularly vocal ribbing from his crew over the way he ran out to meet her each morning, he silently fumed all the way to her office. If he could of gotten away with childishly stomping his boots up and down the hallway to emphasis his growing aggravation, he would of. As it was, her books were thrown onto her desk with such a carelessness that only served to emphasize his mounting frustration and her need of action. Things came to a head that evening when she went down to the basement with the thought of keeping him company while he built the 'spare room'. When she tried to make small talk and find some point of connection to start them talking easily again, all she got for her troubles was a sullen look and a childish shrug of his shoulders. 'Well, that was that, then', she thought to herself, 'either there is something terribly wrong or I was mistaken in my estimation of him'. To push things out into the open, she sat down in the chair positioned near his workbench, crossed her legs and asked him quietly, yet with complete command in her voice, to go and fetch the tray that was ready in the kitchen as she was thirsty. Whatever he was about to say when he looked at her was bitten off in mid thought, but the look in his eyes was enough to let her know that the time had come to punish him. His behavior reminded her of a thwarted child and she was having none of it. While he was gone, she went into the darkest corner of the basement and with a brief struggle, pulled out a spanking bench that had been hand made by an old friend. She made sure that the straps were positioned correctly and in good working order, then simply stood next to it while waiting for him. She could hear him mumbling to himself as he opened the basement door. What he said, she probably would best not hear, as what she was going to do had to be done without any anger.. But it was getting tested to the limits when she heard him slam the door loudly before angrily clumping down the stairs. It was almost funny the way he skidded to a halt at the bottom of the stairs and eyed her with such suspicion. What had happened to change his disposition so completely? She wondered. With her finger crooked in the age old signal to come closer, she watched him looking between her and the wooden frame at her feet with some trepidation before quietly moving forward. He stopped two feet from her and looked so boyish standing there in his socks with a frown upon his face, trying to balance a feminine looking tray between his hands. She walked up to him till she was standing directly in his space, took the tray from him and dropped it unheeded to the ground. With her fist gathering the material at the front his shirt, she said with a hiss that she had had just about enough of him and his attitude. With her fingers locked around his wrist, she yanked him over to the spanking bench; lecturing the whole while and not giving him a minute to gather himself enough to fight back. "You have been acting pissy for days, Jim, and I have had *enough* of it" she said to him. "You've been sullen and disrespectful and you're going to know what it is to be punished properly by the time I'm done with you". With that, she pushed him till he was standing in place in front of the spanking bench. "Bend over, Jim!" She demanded of him. "Miss . . ." he began indignantly "BEND OVER, Jim! Do it NOW or you can leave right this minute! I'm not kidding around. You've been behaving like a little shit the last week and I' ve had enough of it. BEND OVER!" She yelled at him. Anger seemed to pour out of her in waves and with a sudden crack, he gave in completely. All the insecurity and doubt he felt slowly started to dissipate with her actions. With an unreadable look thrown over his shoulder, he slowly bent over and placed his hands on the bars in the front. With his belly lying against the soft pads lining it, she went around to the front of him and cinched the straps around his wrists. When he quietly murmured "I'm sorry, Miss", her hand briefly brushed the top of his head before moving around to the back of him. "Lift up on the tips of your toes for a moment, Jim" She said. When he did, she laid against his back, reached around him and undid the buttons on his jeans. She rubbed her chest against his back and slowly pulled his pants off. This might be a punishment session, but there was nothing that said she couldn't get SOME enjoyment out of it. When his pants tangled around his ankles, she gave him the chance to become use to being bound by stepping directly on them, effectively trapping him in. He twisted his legs, thinking to help her remove them, but when he felt her hands on his nuts, he realized just what a precarious position he really was in. "You treated me disrespectfully, Jim. Why?" She said with a squeeze. "Miss?" he asked unconvincingly. "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about" she said a moment before her hand let go of his nuts to smartly slap his ass. Jerking against his bonds in surprise, he yelped out that he hadn't meant to, it's just that everything had gotten so confusing. "Confusing?" She asked with her hand back to gripping his balls. With a twitch of her fingers, she let him know exactly how this game was to be played. Answer her questions honestly and get stroked. Hesitate or fabricate and get spanked. "Yes, Miss. Confusing. We don't act like any other couple I've ever seen. Jezuz, just the thought of the things you do gets me rock hard and makes me more content than anything I've ever felt before, but I feel ... pussywhipped! Like I'm not the one in charge at all!" He explained emotionally. With a long stroke down his shaft for being such a good boy and answering her question, she knelt behind him and lifted one leg out of his tangled pants. He stretched it out and she placed it in the stirrup. He was so busy trying to placate and make himself understood that he didn't pay enough attention to it as he should of. With a snap of the strap lying in wait, she trailed her nails up his leg. She wanted him distracted while she got him ready. "Jimmylongs, you aren't the one in charge of this relationship and you d*mn well know it. I am. That's what gets to that subbish little heart you've guarded so well. You want some woman to come along, take you and tell you *exactly* how you are to behave and what to do. In your heart of hearts, you know I'm right." She said as she drew the other leg free of its entanglement and buckled it into place. When he stutteringly (?) tried to deny it, she drew her hand back again and smacked his vulnerable ass with everything she had. She was not going to allow him to tiptoe around his status any longer. Enough was enough. She had tolerated his misbehavior more than any other and it was time he either learned his place or he found another. With a quick succession of sharp slaps to his ass, she could see in the dim light that he was starting to blush in the most becoming of places. His indignant cries tapered off at the sixth whack of her hand and turned into something more muted and self-contained. 'He was hiding from her', she thought amazingly. He actually thought he could be strapped to that bench and not give her what she was demanding. She stepped between his spread legs and with one hand wrapped around his cock, she started to pump him. Up and down, long slow strokes to keep him primed for what she was about to do. When she could hear him gasping for breath and see his ass starting to wiggle in hunger, she took her nails and ran them along the length of his bright red ass. The shudder that ran up his spine was delightful. "Tell me, pet. Do I have the right to touch you this way?" She asked him as her hand yet again squeezed his cock tightly. "Yes, Miss" was his certain reply. "When you're a bad little boy who deserves to be punished, my jimmylongs, do I have the right to discipline you?" she asked before again slapping the already rounding red circles his ass was sporting. She could see his ass quiver and his hard cock bounce in answer. His head dropped low and in a very low voice he replied "Yes, Miss" "You treated me shabbily and managed to hurt me deeply with your sullen behavior, Jim. We have not had a lot of time together lately and the time we did have was spoiled by your crappy behavior! I'm going to punish you and then we'll move on. There won't be any more discussion about it, no long 'make you feel bad' jags. This IS your punishment. When it's done, it's done" She said as she started walking to the darkened corner of the room. His body twisted and turned, trying to follow her with his eyes. He trusted her, but ghod he felt such fear. He had never had to deal with her anger before ... or her disappointment, he thought unhappily. He realized that he *had* behaved like a spoiled, ugly, insecure little boy, but the way she was dealing with it was totally foreign to him. He knew if he refused and simply said "no", she would loosen his bonds and let him up, but this feeling of having disappointed her would still be wedged deep inside his chest and things wouldn't be right between them till he gave in. In a complete lowering of his guard, he asked her what he could do to make it up to her. With a small bag in her hand, she walked up to him, crouched down and with the dust of the construction swirling around her feet, simply said, "Submit, my jimmylongs and give me what I want". When she kissed his lips, his clung desperately to hers. He so wanted to take back his behavior of the past week and make it up to her. With a small playful nip of his bottom lip, she stood up, took the bag in hand and walked behind him. He turned his body as much as he was able to see what she was doing. With a quiet command of "eyes front", he turned around with a shaky breath, closed his eyes and gripped the bench's bars even tighter. She knelt between his spread legs with a small little cuff in her hand. He had turned flaccid with the fear he felt, so it would be no problem slipping it on. The minute the boy got hard, they would both know it, she thought wickedly to herself. Pulling his cock back thru his legs a trifle, she placed the two-inch long cuff around his shaft. Giving his balls a light little tickle with her fingernails, she snapped the cuff onto the bench itself. The bench had been made specifically from her fantasies. Its designer had picked the richest dark wood he could find and tended it till it gleamed with care. Then had a seamstress make cushions that were placed at the knees and forearms, so its occupants wouldn't feel how long they were in position. Leather straps were then riveted along its framework, guaranteed to keep the hardest case securely in place. When you added in the cock-cuff to the mix, the man locked into it couldn't move his hips an inch. He was locked from his cock into position. She had had it designed so that it could be placed normally; the man's cock could rest flush against his belly and could get stimulation or angled so his cock was forced to stick straight down and back between his legs. Not a torturous position, to be sure, but when he got hard, it was a lovely sight. Right out there in the open for her to play with or torture. At that thought, her hands slowly slid her pants down her legs and she fingered herself. The thing that got her so hot, though, was the cuff itself. When he got hard, he 'd swell, pressing against the cuffs lining which was imbedded with dozens of tiny round-tipped studs. The pressure applied by them wasn't enough to break the skin, she was assured by its designer, but it did allow her to have a say in how much erection he was allowed to have by simply tightening the cuff or leaving some slack. Just the perfect punishment for a man worried about his status or not having any 'control' in a relationship. 'She'd give him plenty of chances to practice his self-control', she thought wickedly to herself. But first, first she had better attend to this itch she had. What an excellent toy-designer to have made the bench JUST her height. She walked around to the front of him and her pussy was right at nose level. Eyes closed, he could smell her arousal swirling around him. With his tongue moistening the tip of his lip, he just had time to ask "Miss?" before her hands were in his hair lifting his head till his lips were pressed as close as they could manage between her legs. "Lick, jimmylongs." Using his bound hands to support himself, he lifted his face skyward, his body strained to follow her orders. He could barely budge his lower half. Whatever she had done had affectively pinned him in place. 'Ghod, she tastes so good', he thought to himself while his tongue flicked faster than any snakes could. 'Make it good for her', he thought. When he felt her juices start to trickle down his throat, his hips unconsciously moved against the beam his body rode. In growing frustration, he realized that his cock was fucking thin air and the cuff encircling him was getting tighter. "That's a good boy, pet", she said as she stepped back. She turned around, bent over slightly and with her ass completely in his face, slipped a harness of some sort over her hips. Never being one to refuse what he thought as a banquet, his lips continued their travels; licking her cheeks, running his lips along the length of her hip. Anywhere his lips could reach, he worshiped her. She could hear the slutty little hunger moans he was letting out. She stayed bent over, giving him the chance to get himself worked into quite a state and satisfy one more of her hungers. "You like kissing your Miss's ass, don't you? I bet it tastes as soft and as sweet as it looks, doesn't it, jimmylongs?" she teased him as she reached behind her and pulled her cheeks slowly apart. With a growl of hunger, he buried his face right between them; licking at the most private place she had. She turned her head slightly and could see his hands white and harsh in the cuff. His muscles strained to catch and hold her closer to his mouth. He was in a fit of sub hunger. He craved. He desired. He needed. -- He hurt. The thought flickered in as insistently as his tongue flickered against her asshole. His nose buried between her cracks, drinking up the smell of her aroused womanhood and perfume from a long day's labors. His nostrils flared, his cock flinched. When she noticed his tongue had stilled while he puzzled it out, she simply grabbed him by the hair at the nape of his neck and tilted his head up to look at her. "Feeling it pinch, are you? That cock-cuff will help you realize that that cock you are so fond of belongs to me, once and for all. I am the one in charge of us, not you. To emphasize that, every time you get harder than I want you, the studs are going to press deeper into you. I'm told that while it's not exactly painful, it isn't entirely pleasant either. A perfect way for you to gain 'more control' of our relationship, don't you think?" she asked with a wicked grin. She must not of expect anything other than a glower, because she continued with "If you stay just as hard as you are now, it will feel like its squeezing you .. fucking you. Just like if it was my pussy you were sliding into. You'd like that, wouldn't you? When you 've earned it, we'll spend one long afternoon in my big four-poster bed. You arching over me, into me. To have your hard achy cock sliding in and out of me, so deep the tip of your cock hits rock bottom. Raw .. Hot .. Fucking" she emphasized those last three words with her pussy saucily (slowly?) bucking a little closer to his face. "You *do* want that, don't you?" she asked him tauntingly as she watched the grimace cover his face and his shoulders hunch in agony. "You're being dreadfully unfair, Miss! How am I suppose to survive this punishment of yours if you're teasing me so!" he cried out when he opened his eyes to see her shaved pussy peeking out from beneath the crisscrossing of leather straps positioned around her hips. Moist and wet from HIS servicing! "You're right, Jim, I AM being unfair. I shouldn't tease you so, but do you *really* want me to deny myself anything where you are concerned?" She asked in a serious moment. "Do you want me to push all these hot thoughts and feelings I have of you to the side because of some society driven concept of what is right or wrong? If I did that, I wouldn't be the woman I was and you wouldn't be so content. I think I'll continue to do just as I wish, jimmylongs." That final statement roused such a feeling of terror of losing control that for one brief moment, she thought she had pushed too hard. Then, she could see it slowly replaced with acceptance and a wild exhilaration for the unknown start to swarm behind his eyes. She knew then, that he was indeed the one for her. "I will ask you one more time, jimmylongs. Do I have the right to do anything I wish to you?" she said as she moved along the side of the bench, slowly dragging a long nail down his side, along the rise of his ass, down his muscular thigh .. until finally she stood between his spread legs. "Yes! Yes, Miss, please! Please, I'm sorry I doubted you. Sorry I was such a little bastard and I promise I'll never do it again! You have the right to do anything you want to me" he said with incredible speed and sincerity. "I .. I don't want to lose you" he murmured almost under his breath. "You're not going to lose me, jimmylongs. You're *my* toy." She said as she lightly put her hands on his cheeks and gently massaged them. "I do not lose my toys, nor do I give them away." On hearing that, the last little corner of his will crumbled. He could no longer deny that she had a seat in the very center of his soul any more than he could find it in him to tell her "no". He wanted her happy, even if it was at the expense of himself. While his world was busily repairing itself and setting itself to rights, her fingers were leaving imaginary trails all over his ass. Between his legs to tap at his balls, up to the taint spot that made him squirm. When her fingers finally stopped their travels between his cheeks, he realized like a bolt of lightening from above just what that harness was for! The one dirty movie he had sneaked off the internet had shown in exquisite detail just what it was like for a man to be fucked from behind. His breath caught in his throat as his mind shed away from the memory of having to clean off his monitor right in the middle of watching it. "Umm.. Miss?" he started while trying to squirm in spot. "I've never um.. done nothing .. back.. !Jezuz! This is embarrassing! .. I've never done anything back there" "Oh, I was counting on that very thing, my sweet jimmylongs. I want to be the first in a lot of things with you" she said with relish. Kneeling directly behind him, she braced her hands on the back of his thighs and slowly leaned in closer. With her lips gently pouting, she blew her warm breath onto the head of his cock. With her tongue touching the top of her lips, she moved in closer. When she saw him twisting around to see what she was about, she simply commanded him "eyes forward" again. With a groan torn from his soul, he wretched his head around and faced front. When her tongue flickered out and touched the head of his cock, she could feel the vibrations running thru him. When her warm mouth encircled the bulb at the end of his cock and gave it a small little suckle, she could feel the muscles in his legs tighten in an attempt to straighten, but he was held fast by the cuff on his cock. With one hand stroking his cuff-covered shaft, the other began busy playing gently between his cheeks. Tickling his entranceway, getting him use to her being there. With her mouth distracting him, his cheeks unclenched and allowed her entrance. With her finger slick from the lube she pulled out of the bag, she slowly pressed her finger flat against his entranceway. With her mouth moving faster along the exposed part of him, she pressed her finger till it slowly popped into place. She could feel him bucking, trying to dislodge her, but with every little wiggle of his hips, all he succeeded in doing was sinking her finger deeper. When his lusty need-filled moan echoed thru the room, she took him even further. 'Ohmyghod!' His mind started spinning. 'What should I do?' It seemed like every sensation he experienced only had time to land briefly before it was dragged back to feel something conflicting. Her warm, wet mouth on his cock only made him want to grab her head and slide it in deeper. 'One inch more inside her warm, wet mouth and I'd cum in it!!!' His ass wiggled trying to get her closer and all it did was make her finger slip in deeper! 'Ohghod, ohghod, ohghod, I'm not suppose to like that!' With a wiggle of her finger, she started slipping it in and out of him with a timing that perfectly matched the rhythm of her mouth still slurping at his cock. ' OHMANALIVE! Dirty; this is so fucking dirty and it's getting me so hot!!' The cuff was getting tighter and he could feel each and every stud pressing into his shaft! When he felt her tongue dancing in the slit of his dick, his emotional confusion crested and he spit curses at the air around him. His spine went ridged and his back arched. He was pinned completely in place and had to submit, his mind reverberated. 'Submit, give in, give over. It's what she wants', he thought with his emotions so tangled up that he went deep into himself and just submitted; just like she had wanted. His system couldn't take any more as the precum started to pool in her mouth. With a last lick of her lips, she stood up straight and tall between his legs and strapped on the cock she had waiting in the bag. It wasn't the biggest model out there, but it was designed well. It was contoured to feel and look like a man's with curves and knobs in all the right places. The only major difference was that it was double-ended and gave each of them six inches to play with. Every time she thrust into him, she'd be fucking herself. Slipping the cock completely into place, she said to him "I can taste you on my lips, jimmylongs. So I know that that turned you on. Admit it, pet, you want me to take that virgin ass, don't you?" 'No holds barred', he thought to himself. He could feel his cum boiling just below the surface. She was going to slip that monster deep within him and not stop fucking him till she was damn good and ready. With that thought, an involuntary groan slipped out and long stringy drip splashed to the ground. She sat the tip of her cock right at his entrance and with her hands on his hips holding him in place, she started to slip it in. With him pinned down, he wasn't going to go anywhere, but knowing that she had her hands directing his hips, it only served to arouse her further. This was HER boy's cherry she was about to pop. And she was going to make him scream and beg for her to fuck him harder before she was finished. "There, I bet that feels really nice, doesn't it? Do you want me to stop now, jimmylongs? Have you had enough? I can stop right now if you ask me nicely." She asked teasingly. She could feel his hips pushing against her hands, trying to get that cock wedged in just a bit deeper. He wanted to be filled with more than just the tip. With a heated glance at the cock getting ready to spear her boy, she realized she was going to push till he gave her everything she wanted. Her left hand reached down and grasped the shaft of the cock she wore and slowly rocked it deep inside herself. "Tell me, Jimmylongs, right now, that you want me to fuck that sweet little ass of yours!" She said as her free hand slapped his ass; hitting the exact spot of his earlier spanking. "Ohghod, Miss! I .. I need it." He said in total mortification as he realized the words that flew from his lips were the complete and utter truth. He did need to feel her fucking him in the rawest, dirtiest, most "taking" way there was. He was hungry for her to claim even that from him. "Say please, jimmylongs." With a torturous groan that echoed thru the room, he whispered, almost below human hearing; "Please .. Pleaseee Miss." He was almost there she could sense it. Pushing the cock in another half an inch and wiggling her hips, she held it there. Not going any deeper till he slutted himself totally for her pleasure. "That's not enough, jimmylongs. I want it ALL. Tell me what you want! Give it to me!" With his cock dripping steadily at her feet, he gave her the one thing she needed. His total capitulation to her wants. "Please, Miss, please, you've got the right to do anything you want to me. I'm yours. Please.. I.. I'm so hungry and I don't know what to do!" he begged as he twisted his body to look at her. The look of absolute vulnerability and lust in his eyes struck her so completely that she was seated deep within him by the time she realized it. His eyes had gone wide and his breath had caught in his throat.. but he had taken it. This nice guy had given her everything he had and was willing to be re-filled with whatever she desired. With her chest lying upon his back and her arms lined up with his, she started the age-old rhythm. When she started thrusting deeply into him, her moans filled his ears. When he found that he wanted .. *needed* to thrust back onto the cock between her legs and couldn't, it was her lips he found instead. When his moans filled the room, her hands held his clenched fists. When her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm, it was his body that supported her weight. His body was filled by her. Her mind was captured by him. Their hearts in that brief moment beat together in perfect synchronicity. Intertwined, there was no going back ever again. He was her jimmylongs, she was his Miss. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+