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Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy Part six {FM, Fmdom, D/s, bond, spank, Strap-on}
Date: Tue,  3 Sep 2002 12:10:03 -0400
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The Nice Guy
Part Six
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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.

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