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Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy part seven (FM, fmdom, d/s)
Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 19:10:05 -0400
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The Nice Guy
Part Seven

* * *

The next morning while wiggling uncomfortably in his chair at work,
Jimmylong's mind was feverishly circling around the one statement his Miss
had teased him with last night. How was he supposed to earn the privilege of
making love to her?! Did it take being pleasant all the time? Rubbing her
feet? Finishing the basement? Strutting thru the halls of the campus with no
clothes on?!  The thought of finally lying between her long legs and having
them wrapped around his waist while he made love to her was enough to make
his pants tent and mouth water.

Somehow, he managed to make it thru the day, barking out orders to his men
and feeling more contentment than he ever had before. He had thought about
what she had said while she 'punished' him and it really did make sense the
longer he thought about it. He DID want that kind of relationship with her
and it made him happy just to do things to please her. It didn't make him
any less the man. It just made him less of a man to her. With that simple
reasoning, everything fell into place for him and he found himself whistling
and smiling, even when his cock rose in absolute frustration.

Some time passed as they both fell into a routine of sorts. Jimmylongs would
work hard all week long on the school's projects so he could devote his
weekends to Miss and the spare room she wanted built.

When Miss caught jimmylongs looking at her quizzically over his shoulder
when he was working on the spare room, she realized that he had noticed
their lack of playtime. She hadn't taken him down in more than a week and
she could feel the hunger in them both start to build up all over again. She
had vowed to herself that the next time they played, it would be hard, take
forever to finish and would happen in the very place jimmylongs was building
for her. Until then, she was keeping them both on a short leash. Jimmylongs
was under orders to not touch himself and so far he was hanging on by a very
thin thread.

Three days later the weekend arrived and jimmylongs was due to arrive any
time to nail the last bit of wood into place. There was still the painting
to do and niceties to put in place, but the walls were up and they were
sound. To celebrate and prepare, Miss bought wine and rented two of the
hottest straight erotica movies there were out there. She wanted to set a
scene that would lead him RIGHT where she wanted him. When she found herself
fingering the toys she planned on using, she knew that her time was running
out. She needed her boy.

When jimmylongs arrived at Miss's house on Friday night, he had a small
satchel in one hand. Shaving gear and a few necessities had been shoved
inside it quickly. This was the first time Miss had ordered him to appear at
her house with the knowledge that he would be staying the weekend. After all
they had been through - Hell, after all the things she had made him do, he
still was as nervous as anything over what this could all mean. Was she
letting him take another step deeper in to her life? Had he passed some
invisible test? The thought that got to him, tho, was finally.. Finally
being able to make love to her and then holding her close to him as they
both fell asleep. No more trying to find the keyhole in his car late at
night. No more crawling into his lonely bed when he got home. With his heart
simply sighing, he never wanted to leave her side again.

The very minute jimmylongs stepped into the house, he could feel the tension
in the air. Miss walked out into the living room, carrying a bottle of wine
and two glasses. She was dressed to kill. A black, tight catsuit that hugged
every curve of her body was lightly covered up by a gray gauze material
shirt that reached her knees. At the end of her, as he was starting to
expect, a pair of heels that had one simple strap across her foot to keep it
on. How the h*ll she walked in them he couldn't fathom, but jezuzhxst, with
her natural bearing, she looked d*mn good in them! Just the sight of them
and the memory of that first night was enough to make him drool in
anticipation.

Miss walked up to him, wine glasses still in hand and kissed him. HOT and
hungry, their mouths slanted. It had been far far too long since they'd
played, they both thought simultaneously.

"Off with your clothes, my jimmylongs. Put them in your bag and we'll deal
with them later. This weekend your little ass is mine!" she said before
hungrily kissing him again. She couldn't wait to start this thing, but she
counseled herself to patience. She couldn't appear to be the overeager one.
That was HIS place.

Jimmylongs worked his clothing off, piece by piece, with Miss looking on. He
was starting to get used to that too. Didn't stop the blush from covering
half his body, though.

"Go finish the last bit of work in the spare room, jimmylongs and then we'll
start the celebration" Miss ordered him.

Half an hour later, jimmylongs walked back up the stairs and could
distinctly hear a couple making love! "WTF!"  he thought as he raced towards
the sound. If he found Miss and some other man . before he could finish that
thought, he realized that it was only Miss sitting in front of the
television watching a movie. In it, a man was making love to a woman and
from the sounds the couple were making, he was doing something VERY right.
Instead of making his presence known, jimmylongs simply stood in the doorway
watching his Miss, watching the screen. The sounds coming from the
television only seemed to intensify the feelings he himself was having. The
only thing he had been dreaming of lately was to make love to his Miss and
there she was watching the very same thing when she could be having it right
here and right now with him!

Turning his eyes to the screen for a minute, he could see this bear of a man
plowing into this blond slip of a girl. Slipping in and out of her on a four
poster bed that only served to reminded jimmylongs of the promise Miss had
made to let him make love to her in HER four poster bed. Jimmylongs hand
dipped a little lower as he imagined how it would be.

On the screen, the woman had begun her climb to her peak. Her voice rose as
her moans gathered. The man braced himself with both hands on either side of
her and started to buck harder.

Miss, her hand between her legs, wasn't seeing the couple on the screen. She
was seeing jimmylongs locked below. Her fingers strummed a little quicker,
imagining all those lovely toys finally being tried out on her boy. With her
head leaning back against the top of the couch, she came. Shuddering,
fingers drenched, she came with the thought of that little man, yet again.

When she opened her eyes, jimmylongs was kneeling at her feet with such an
expression of want on his face that she was struck mute. With his head bowed
questioningly.. he placed his lips to her feet. "Please, Miss - what do I
need to do to earn the privilege of making love to you? I'm dying with want.
It's all I can think about now. Please, Miss, Please tell me what it is that
you want. I'll pay whatever it is. Please?" he asked boyishly before going
back to lap at the top of her feet. When she felt his tongue wrap around the
heel of her shoe and felt his shudder, she turned the crank a little bit
higher.

"Sit up straight, my jimmylongs and put your hands behind your head" she
commanded.

When his was kneeling there straight and tall, with his hands locked in
place, she put one heeled foot between his legs. With her sharp point riding
the ridge of his balls, she pushed the flat of her shoe against the length
of his cock.

"Would you do anything, jimmylongs? Truly do anything to earn the right to
make love to me?" she asked evilly as she pushed the heel harder against
him. She could feel him bulging under it.

"Ghodyesmiss! Anything. Please don't tease me anymore. Set me a task and I'
ll do it. Tell me what it is you want and even if I have to go to the moon
to get it, I will. Swear to ghod, I won't fail you" he said in growing need.
Her foot was starting to slip on the dribbage her boy was putting out.

"I'll give you one chance, pet" she said warningly. "I'm going to make you
work hard for my favor, but if you succeed, oh if you succeed, my
jimmylongs, you can lie between my legs and make love to me all night long.
Is that what you want, pet? Is it?" she asked one last time.

With the muscles in his arms quivering with the need to grab her foot and
press it harder against himself, jimmylongs swallowed and simply nodded.

"Okay, pet. Stand up" she said. When he did, she ordered him to go into her
bedroom and get the leash and cockring lying on her bed. The minute he left
the room to do her bidding, her arms wrapped around herself to stop the
excitement and euphoria from leaking out. She never ever expected the taking
of this nice guy to go to such hot, exciting places! Oh, the lust she felt
now was hard to contain, but contain it she must till she had him safely
locked into place. She was not going to risk ruining a moment of this!

Meanwhile, in her bedroom, jimmylongs had the first opportunity to look at
the backdrop to all of his nighttime fantasies. His eyes went to the big
four poster bed that dominated the room. To the pillows piled at the top of
it, to the white eyelet coverlet, to the nightie that was lying abandoned at
the foot of it. Ghod.. Before he realized just what trouble his hand was
about to get into, the nightie was sliding thru his fingers and brought up
to brush slowly against his face. So soft and sexy.  When he brought it
closer still to his nose, he realized he could still smell her in it. He
knew he would never be able to forget her scent. With the long trails of the
material brushing against his nude body, his eyes centered on the bed and
all he could see was her lying there in that very nightie. Of him getting
tangled in it. Smoothing it over her hips and finding her with his mouth.

Ohghod.. with a wrench, jimmylongs found the leash and cockring that had
been lying under the nightie and ran out of the room. If he had stayed in
there one more moment, he would have pooled himself on her coverlet.

With jimmylongs standing right in front of her, Miss put the cockring and
leash on him. He had never seen anything like it before, so his head was
moving around trying to see what she was doing. She decided the best thing
to do was show him what it was for. She stood up and walked him around the
room. Where she went, he was forced to follow.

"That's very good, my jimmylongs! See, there is nothing to it and by the
by - when you're hard like that, it's quite difficult for me to stop you
from moving. I like the way it looks on you" she said as she gave him a
playful sharp tug.

"Now, on all fours, pet. We're going to go down in the basement and from now
on, when we go down there, you WILL be on all fours. In position and ready
to kiss my heels like you always seem to be so ready to do. Do you
understand me?". She laughed. " I guess you do, as you just dripped onto the
carpet"

Jimmylongs had never felt so .. doggish in his entire life. The humiliation
at having his cock leashed to his Miss's hand was extreme. Underneath it
though, there was electricity, an awareness of himself that was felt no
other time than when he was sitting square in his Miss's whim.

He felt his Miss slip the leash down under his belly and up thru his legs.
With a little tug of the leash, she told him to clean up the mess he just
made, so they could go downstairs.

Ohghod.. the only thought he that made it to the surface of his jumbled
thoughts was this was a moment that underlined his status. Never before had
his place in their relationship been so clearly defined.  Slowly he lowered
his head towards the spot he had dripped at. He had came in his hand before
and tasted it once late in the night, but it had been when the hunger for
ghodknowswhat had struck him hard. Not in front of a woman's whose opinion
his cherished. Just do it and get it over with, he thought to himself. With
his face crinkled in worry and disgust, jimmylongs stuck out his tongue and
dabbed at the mess.

Miss couldn't help but smile at the face he made. "If only she had the
camera ready", she thought with a wicked laugh.

"That's my pet. Thank you. Wouldn't do to come back later and find out it
stained the carpet, would it? Let's go now". she said as she tugged his
cockleash.

Jimmylongs took his time going down the stairs. He had never had to do
anything like this before and knowing that Miss walking behind him had a
prime view of his ass wiggling as they went down step by step caused him to
be hypersensitive to his body's movements.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Miss took the end of the leash
she held and clipped it to a ring waiting at the end of the stairwell. Just
that simple action was enough to humiliate him further. To be leashed like a
pet that might wander off was something he had never thought to experience..
but.. kneeling there quietly waiting for her to return caused a warm glow to
spread within his chest. The simple fact that she cared enough to ensure
that didn't happen, that he didn't get "lost", made him feel doubly
treasured

Miss returned to find a very content man kneeling in wait of her. When she
knelt in front of him and placed a blindfold over his eyes, there was no
struggle. Just acceptance that she had the authority to do as she would with
him. This simple proof of his trust was enough to make her hesitate for one
brief moment and pull him close to her. This man who had come so far in so
short a time had found the key to her heart by his very naivety and trust.

With a very quiet murmur of "Follow me this time" she led him by the leash
around the basement. Going from one spot to the next, not allowing him any
time to get his bearings before she made him move again. She wanted him to
be totally disoriented. At one time, just to see how he reacted, she had him
climb onto the spanking bench so she could play with him. Not locked in
place, no straps to hold him. Only his own willingness to obey kept him
firmly in place while she stroked his cock to full attention. Two minutes
later, they were off again. This time, to stop in front of a slightly
mutated St Andrew's Cross made of wood that she fondly called "the stand"

"Stand up, pet" she told him.

When he stood up, she could see the dirt on his knees. Could see his cock
jutting in front of him. His arms were loose at his sides and his hands were
open and not clenched tightly like they had been before when they played. He
'd accepted, she realized. No more battles, no more denying what he was to
her. There was just one last thing to do at the end of this night, she
decided. One last step to ensure his status and continual feeling of being
owned.

Her hands guided him into place up and onto the stand. She spread his arms
away from his body slightly and buckled them into place, then knelt there
and secured his feet and legs. He could feel the straps going across his
thighs, could feel the bands tightening around his ankles. He was stretched
out, exposed with no way of knowing even where he was in the basement.. But
the worst was not seeing his Miss.

"Miss?" he asked questioningly, seeking assurance that all was still okay.

"Hush, my goodboy. The night has just started for you. I'm going to give you
a few minutes to get use to your surrounds and I'll be back soon. Don't call
out unless it's for something very important. Do you understand me?" she
asked him as she started to walk away.

Just hearing her heels on the hard cement walking away sent his heart into a
panic. Leave him here? Alone?

 "Miss, please. "

"You said you would do anything to earn the right to make love to me, Jim.
Prove it to me now. I'll be back very shortly. Now be a good boy and say
'Yes, Miss'. That is all I want from you right now"

With a sigh that reverberated thorough the whole room, jimmylongs replied as
she wished him to.

"Yes, Miss".

He heard her heels clicking up the stairs.

With the silence that followed, he had never felt so alone in his entire
life. Just hearing her voice was enough to fill his world. Didn't take
pretty sights, it just took her.

Miss sat at the top of the steps with her shoes in hand and watched her boy'
s head cock to one side listening for her return. She could see the moment
when he realized she was going to make him wait and saw his head droop a
bit. She allowed an eternity of moments to go by before she put her shoes
back on and walked down the stairs. She could see his head lift. Could see
the smile that crossed his face and knew that tonight was going to be the
roughest one they'd shared yet. She was going to be mean and cruel and
terribly unjust, just so she could see what he was made of. This one night
would set the tone for the rest of their lives together and she was
determined that it was going to be to her standards.

When she stood in front of him, she could see his body arching off the stand
to try and get close to her. Her perfume swirled around him and she could
see it's affect as his cock rose to attention. Oh, what fun she was going to
have putting this boy of hers in line.

With a purr, she leaned in closer to him, till just the tips of her breasts
touched his chest. With her lips dancing close to his, she asked him if he
missed her.

"Yes, Miss.. Yes, don't leave me again. Do whatever it is you need to, but
don't leave me again! The silence is too much after you've gone. Please?"

"Oh, poor baby! I hadn't thought of that! Well, I do have something to fix
that problem - now, where did I put it?" she mused pretendingly. Everything
she needed for this night's adventure was stored in a little bag hanging by
a hook on the back of the stand. Grabbing the headphones that were waiting,
she stood flush against him, with her chest rubbing his and put them on his
head. From a small little microphone dangling from the set, she could simply
push a button and talk directly to him. Otherwise, all he heard was silence.
She could filter in anything she wished; music, chanting, screams or even
more sex scenes from that video.. at that thought, she paused and decided
that was exactly what she was going to do.

"Miss??"

She pushed the button on the microphone and told him it was okay. She was
just giving him something to listen to while he whiled away the time. With
that, she let the microphone fall to his chest and kissed him. Her arms
around his neck, her body pressed against his. He felt the cold of the latex
she wore and it only seemed to accent his own state of undress. It didn't
take her long to work him to near frenzy. It had been awhile since she had
touched him this way and he was hungry for her. When her lips gently pulled
away from his, his searched for hers blindly. When she stepped away from
him, his arms bulged with the effort of dragging her back.

"Miss? Miss! Don't go. Please don't go!"

This time, he couldn't even hear her heels clicking as they walked across
the floor.

Was she there? Had she left? Or was she just waiting to see how he would
react? He struggled and strained to hear her, but the headphones blocked out
any noise. How long he stood in the stand wondering, he couldn't tell. Time
was starting to slip on him as his mind raced and then slowed down.

Miss, meanwhile, was setting up the feed, so jimmylongs could again hear the
sounds of the couple making love. It didn't take her but a trice to get it
organized and turn the sound low. She wanted jimmylongs to have to strain to
hear it.

By the time she made it down the stairs, she could see his head cocked to
one side and his cock at full mast. He was hearing them all right. He was
also starting to moan quite loudly with his lack of perception. Ghod, this
was hot. There he stood in all his glory, aroused beyond belief, just
because he was desperate to get in her pants, Miss laughed to herself. In a
moment of complete honesty, she wouldn't mind him earning that right
herself. She wanted to know what it was like to have jimmylongs between her
legs. She stood there watching jimmylongs twist and turn and with each moan
he let out, she got hotter. Putting the vibrator between her legs, she
realized by the time this night was over, she was going to be raw.

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