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Subject: {ASSM} Shoe Shopping with Shae` (pt2 cont.) BDSM
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 20:10:05 -0400
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                   SHOE SHOPPING WITH SHAE` (Chapter Two)
                                     by Sybian

                            (C) 2003 by  Sybian1@aol.com
All rights reserved.  No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or
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"Daddy I'm home!" she called into the big luxurious house with that youthful
exuberance that he loved her for.

"Major, please put my packages down right there, I'll bring them in later, as
soon as I locate Steven"

The gaunt man of a certain bearing she spoke to was indeed a Major, though
retired for some time from the British Special Air Squadron, and though the
uninitiated would take him to be her driver, he was very much more. He was
Steven's partner in their firm,  " The Strategic and Tactical Assessment
Executive, Ltd."  They did consulting and carried out the occasional operation
for one very select client,  a branch of the American government called the
"Defense Threat Reduction Agency."

Steven and "The Major" had met many years before when Steven's Special
Operations Group was sent to England to learn the highly specialized techniques
of the world renowned SAS Commando, consider by many to be the finest in the
world.

It was then, as their friendship grew, that they decided to retire from their
respective services and make some "real" money, and the changing world lately
upon them had indeed been good for their business.

Shae' knew that her Daddy would be in his study, perhaps reading Victor Davis
Hanson's new tome "Carnage and Culture" or working on a discrete analysis for
The Director of the DTRA.

She knocked on the heavy wooden door and heard him answer "Come," another of
their private little jokes.

Shae' walked in to the semi-dark library and Steven glanced up from his reading
the better to enjoy the sight of her. She approached him slowly because she
knew he rejoiced in her beauty, in his pride of ownership.

She was wearing a Dolce & Gabbana tropical woolen business suit. A short black
blazer and a skirt that ended four inches above her nylon covered knees set off
a white silk blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the beginning of
her cleavage. Black pearls that he had just recently bought in Mindanao for her
encircled her perfect neck. The 5-inch heels of her black patent leather shoes
clicked against the highly polished parquet floor as she walked towards her
Owner.

Shae` stood before him, head bowed. 

"So little girl, tell me of your day," he said smiling, knowing how happy
shopping made her.

"Thank you Daddy, I had such a fun day at the Boca Mall. Just wait until I show
you the new shoes and boots I bought as well as some other articles that with
your kind permission I would like to keep secret until I model them for you
later."

"Of course, baby doll, Daddy so looks forward to your modeling sessions. You
know how much joy it brings to us both. I'll find it difficult to wait as I'm
sure you will, but you know it is always best when we wait for the darkness to
envelope our time together."

"Yes, Daddy, you always know what is best for us, as well as always knowing
what is best for others. I have such a smart and intuitive Daddy and don't
deserve your love, not even for the briefest moment".

"Then we will wait, doll face. Now leave me to my reading, I haven't much more
to go, and then we will play through the purple purgatory until the dawn turns
pink the shades."

"Of course Daddy and thank you again for indulging this girl in her silliness."


Shae` turned on her heels and slowly walked towards the door. Suddenly she
paused and bent from the waist to pick up a pen she had conveniently dropped
earlier on the floor. Steven savored the view and even then, though he was lost
in a narrative of The Battle of Gaugamela in 331 BC, he was making the most
diabolical of plans for that perfect bottom of hers, the one she now displayed
to him in a mildly lewd manner with a certain pride she had in her ability to
distract him.


(TO BE CONTINUED)

Steven placed the book, "Carnage and Culture" down on his reading table, after
using the brass and leather bookmark, a gift from his "dollface," to mark where
he had left off, the beginning chapter on The Battle at Cannae in August of 216
BC. He thought briefly of what Aristotle had said in "Nicomachean Ethics,"
something about hired infantry that rely on superior strength, but flee as soon
as they realize they are outnumbered, fearing death more than dishonor. Perhaps
he might insinuate this lesson into his play with Shae` this evening.

He picked up the intercom phone and buzzed her.
"Yes, Daddy?"

"I am going to shower and change. Please meet me in our basement playroom in
exactly one hour so that I might enjoy seeing you in the fruits of your
spending"

"Oh yes, of course Daddy!"

"One more thing babydoll. I'm in the mood for "Goldfrapp" as well as the "Yea,
yea, yeas," perhaps some live "Ambrosia" and for some reason I have an urge to
listen to "James Brown, Live at the Apollo 1967, Vol. II." You know how much I
love the way he does "It's a Man's Man's Man's World" on that particular
recording. Please have them loaded into the CD changer like a good girl"

"Yes, Daddy and thank you.  Mr. Brown's so correct in his rendition of that
piece."

Steven turned the valves that controlled his six showerheads that would
surround him with an intense needle like spray upon his entry to the stall. He
adjusted the temperature so it would be quite cold and bracing. Dropping his
monogrammed with "Daddy" in dark blue script, short terry cloth belted robe
(also a gift from Shae`) to the floor he quickly entered the booth of chilling
water. He lathered up quickly, using Ivory Soap as he always did and washed his
hair with Johnson's Baby Shampoo. When he was rinsed off sufficiently, he
grabbed the valves and turned them in the other direction, to an almost
scalding heat. He stood there for just a minute, and satisfied with his
showering, shut the valves, opened the frosted glass and exited the stall. He
took a huge thirsty Ralph Lauren towel and vigorously dried himself off. He
then brushed his teeth with Crest, rinsed with Peroxide, and trimmed his goatee
and mustache with his Braun trimmer. Steven then applied some mousse to his
hair and taking a painfully stiff brush, brushed it back. It would stiffen in
minutes, much like him he mused, a small grin creasing his face.

Steven then entered his bedroom and walked to his armoire. He selected a brand
new pair of Sak's Fifth Avenue black briefs and decided against socks. He then
walked to his closet where he chose a darkish khaki pair of linen slacks and a
black silk buttoned shirt. A simple black belt from Mark Cross would do nicely
to match the black loafers with their kiltie and tassels from Allen Edmonds. He
sprayed a tiny bit of Dior's Fahrenheit on his chest before dressing. After
adjusting himself in the full length optically correct mirror he walked to his
authentic 1880 British Piffers Khyber Pass Regimental mahogany box and selected
an 18kt gold and stainless steel Breitling Chronomat to aid him in the telling
of this evening's time. Both Shae`s and his. Noting that he had five minutes
until their rendezvous, he left their bedroom and slowly made his way to the
three flights of stairs that would take him to his beloved, eagerly awaiting
him in their special play room. And he was eagerly awaiting the first glimpse
of his babydoll, more so then she awaited him he thought, though that secret
would always remain his, he smiled to himself, in that dark way he had.


As he walked down the final thirteen steps to the entrance to what Shae` loved
to call with a giggle "their dungeon," Steven could discern even through the
soundproofing the strains of the incomparable Irish tenor Brian Kennedy, a
vocalist with Van Morrison's band at times, singing his portion of "It's a
Man's World" as done by Van Morrison on his live "A Night in San Francisco" CD.
Steven smiled again, secure in the knowledge that his Shae` knew always how to
get it all right.

He slowly opened the double door to their room and amid the many patchouli
candles scattered about and the barely glowing track lighting found his heart
again beating the rhythm of lust once again at the first glimpse of his
beloved.

She stood at the far end of the room, dressed in a Dark navy blue blazer, one
of his Egyptian white cotton monogrammed shirts, unbuttoned of course
underneath, a tiny tartan plaid mini skirt, nude thigh highs hose and a pair of
dark navy patent leather six inch heels. He found it hard to breath at the
sight of her smoldering, yet innocent sexuality.

"So, Daddy, what do you think of the first of many outfits I purchased today"

"How about, in the interest of the economy of words, I show you instead?"

"Please Daddy, show your little girl your happiness with her purchase"

Steven unzipped himself and reaching for his already tumescent slab of man
meat, managed to free it from the restraint of his black briefs. It sought the
open air like a prisoner kept away for too long and stuck out in the most lewd
manner, pulsing and twitching, growing larger still.

Shae's eyes widened at the sight of what she'd quickly accomplished and in a
playful gesture slowly licked her bee-stung lips. Then she turned about, bent
from the waist, and taking her extraordinary ass in her hands, returned the
favor by showing Steven what would soon be his. The candles illuminated quite
well the juices oozing from her already aroused cunt. Steven smiled, the smile
of a gentleman content in his world, their world.

Placing his aroused cock back from whence it came, he adjusted his trousers and
sat down in the dark burgundy leather brass nail studded chair.

"Shae`, I think I might like a Bloody Mary and why don't you join me in one of
your dirty martini's, Dino would like that," he laughed.

She straightened herself up as best as she could and slowly walking to their
wet bar, so that he might watch her walk in that way she had, stood behind it
and prepared their drinks.

Shae` took her time about it, reaching way above for the proper glasses and
then bending over to best show her breasts to get the proper bottles and mixes.
Steven just gazed at her, her overheated sexuality, innocent and filthy
simultaneously intriguing him once again, as it had for years.

When she was quite through with the preparations, she slowly walked towards
him. Very  slowly. Teasing him was an art for her, and she was the Picasso of
the teasing slut. She handed him his drink. Steven bid her to sit in front of
him on the matching hassock. Shae` sat in such a way that her tartan plaid
miniskirt rose way above her stocking tops. She crossed her remarkable legs
allowing one of her spiked heels to dangle seductively from her nylon-clad
foot. She moved this leg in a rhythmic manner, slowly up and down.

"I propose a toast, dear little one."

"And what will that be, Daddy"?

"Let us drink to passion and to the moment and to the night that beckons us
forward."

They smiled at each other and clicked their respective glasses together. And
with their eyes locked together, the two lovers drank.

"Is your thirst quenched, dollface?"

"Yes"

"Get on your knees on the hassock, turn around so I might see your tight little
asshole"

"Thank you"

Shae` turned and perched on her knees, back arched, on the hassock. She took
her hands and spread herself for Steven's inspection

"Wider"

"Yes, of course. Thank you Steven"

Steven reached into his drink and removed an ice cube. He placed it against
Shae`s puckered sphincter. She shuddered and moaned. He began to push the
frosty square of ice into her ass. She gasped. Now quickening his movement he
inserted it into her ass fully.

"Do not dare to push it out"

"Of course not. Thank you for reminding this girl"

Steven again reached into his beverage and removed another cube of ice, placed
it at her no longer puckered hole and pushed it in. Shae`s delirious moaning
drowned out the song "Black Cherry" from "Goldfrapp" now playing on their
Nakimichi sound system.

"Would you care for another, ass slut"?

"Yes, please. That would be very kind of you"

Steven once again thrust a frozen cube up her willing ass.

"Thank you. This girl does not deserve such kindly attention."

"Stay like that, don't dare move"

"Of course not Steven, how better to show my gratitude for your graciousness?"

Steven stood from his chair and walked around to face her gorgeous countenance.
He unzipped his trousers and once again unleashed his pulsing, heavily veined
tool. Shae` opened her mouth as she had been trained to do over the years. 
Steven grabbed her head in his big strong hands and thrust the full length of
his cockmeat down her whore's throat. She almost gagged, but knew better. Shae`
knew many things, sometimes he thought a little to many. No matter.

After thrusting his dickmeat deeply down her throat, just enough to overheat
her in lust, he withdrew it from her oral orifice and proceeded to wipe the
pearly white pre-cum all over her face. "Mmmmmmm," was all she was heard to
say.

With his engorged penis still protruding from his pants he once again walked
behind her.

"Push", he darkly whispered

And push she did, the now much smaller ice cubes being propelled out from her
ass, until all three were on the floor. Placing his now semi-hard tool back
within the confines of his expensive slacks, Steven bent and picked up the ice
cubes. He walked back around to face Shae` and without him having to order,
because she was his good girl, she opened her heavily painted mouth wide.
Steven then proceeded to feed her the frosty squares one at a time. She
greedily swallowed them. He then handed her the dirty martini, certainly dirty
now, so that she might not only wash them down but also have the alcohol
destroy any bacteria that might be present on the ice. Shae` finished the
entire drink in one quaff, as he held her chin, watching her throat ripple with
her effort.

When she was done, Steven got on his knees in front of her and taking her
gorgeous face in his hands, proceeded to kiss his beloved long and deeply.

"Thank you Steven"
"Thank you Shae`"

And they both burst out in a magical laughter. A laughter born of the comedy
that only they of all in the world could share.

"Daddy would you mind if this girl changes into another one of her purchases
for you?"

"Of course not dollface, you have such exquisite taste in fashion I look
forward to it with great aplomb. In fact I think while you are about your
activity I'll load some late 50's Sinatra, early 60's Dino and that great
Jewish performer, Sammy Davis into the Nackimichi CD changer"

"Oh, Steven, that would be so perfect. You always know how to set the proper
mood"

"Only because I have the perfect partner in mood setting, darling"

Shae` picked up her leather duffle and walked to her changing room. She paused
for a moment, looked over her shoulder at Steven in his burgundy leather chair
and winked. He winked back. And off she went, once again slowly as he liked,
rotating her amazing behind so that he might gain pleasure from the view.

Steven decided to fire up a Bering Robusto cigar, the same his grandfather
smoked so many years ago. He inhaled the spicy Honduran tobacco with great
relish. He knew that she would not be long. Though staring down at the crotch
of his linen trousers he found himself to be quite long. She was the cause of
this he mused.

After a few minutes Shae` emerged in a pink latex body suit, wearing red
leather gloves, and red leather ankle boots with 6 inch heels. She had donned a
very long red curly wig and applied a whore's makeup to her beautiful  face. As
always, perfect. Because his Shae` was the very definition of perfection. And
he was the most fortunate man on earth to have found her in Kismet.

"Turn around"  

"Of course"

Shae` stood four feet from where Steven sat and turned, placing her hands on
her hips. And after a few seconds, because she was such a good girl, she bent
from the waist, deeply, placing her gloved hands on her calves.

Steven once again removed his thick, veiny tool of cockmeat from his pants and
stroked slowly.

"Don't dare move"

"Of course not my darling, your Shae` knows exactly how to please you", she
giggled softly.

After slowly masturbating his penis for a few minutes he asked her, "And what
do you know that I want next slut?"

"This"

She turned back around and facing him fell to her knees then unto her hands.
She arched her back and thrust her angelic butt into the air. Her heavily
made-up eyes locked on his as she started to crawl excruciatingly slowly
towards him.

"Nice cock, Steven"

"Well thank you Shae`", he laughed. 

"Perhaps you may have some for an appetizer. Perhaps"

A soft groan escaped her deeply red swollen lips.

She crawled until she reached his chair and placed her head on his thigh.
Steven stroked her hair. Then he took her chin in his hand and lifting her face
up took his massive dickbeef with his other hand and began to slap her face
with it, torturing her with it's closeness to her slut mouth.

As quickly as he had started her cock beating he stopped. Pushing Shae` away
from him he rapidly stood up, placed his cigar in the onyx and stainless steel
ashtray she had bought him and tucked his penis back in his pants. Not knowing
exactly what he required of her at that moment she thought it best to put her
head on the chair and thrust her latex covered ass in the air.

Steven quickly walked to one of the closets in the room and opened the door,
surveying the various play equipment they kept there.

"How about the machine, Shae`?"

She groaned and whispered, "Yes please."

He removed an extraordinarily diabolically looking device from the closet and
unfolded it.
It was a "fucking machine." It was a long stainless steel rod with a massive
14" black dildo mounted on its end. The rod disappeared at the other end into a
box. Outside of the box was a wheel that was connected to the rod. Then a One
Quarter Horsepower motor drove the wheel so that the rod would act like a
piston. There was a remote control to vary the speed of it as well as on/off.

"Get over here whore, NOW!"

She scrambled over quickly and grasping his lower leg placed her head on his
foot.

"Stand up and turn, bend over, spread your legs and grasp your ankles"

She complied quickly not only to please him but because selfishly she wanted
the machine to begin fucking her sopping cunt hole as quickly as possible.

Steven reached down and removed a Gerber knife from his other lower leg. In one
quick pass he sliced open the latex that covered her not so private parts.

Shae` gasped once again, as the cold air and the hot anticipation of what was
to follow struck her and made her feel faint

"Hands and knees, MOVE CUNT!"

And move she did, quickly assuming the proper position for a mechanical
fucking.

Steven now plugged the evil device into the wall and moved it so that the tip
of the massive rubber dildo just entered her pussy hole.

Another groan, the anticipation now exquisite agony for his Shae`.

Steven left her like that and returned to the closet. There he found a Pyrex
butt plug. Walking to her front he placed in her mouth saying softly, "Lube
this."

She quickly covered it in her spit because she knew where it was about to
disappear.

Steven removed it from her greedy mouth, walked around to her backside and
taking one hand to spread her butt open, and shoved it in her ass in one
violent thrust.

A gasp, then a groan from her.

Steven stood, and taking the remote control in his hand, enabled the fuck
machine at its slowest speed. The fake cock slowly disappeared into his fucktoy
and then slowly emerged.

More gasping and groaning

"No noise from you bitch or you will be hooded and ball gagged"

"Yes, Sir, no more noise from this girl. Thank you for caring so much as I
don't deserve this pleasure.

Shae` bit down hard on her lip and closed her eyes as the full 14" of the black
rubber slowly disappeared within her, almost touching her womb and then slowly
appeared again outside of her small body.

"Good little girl. Daddy loves pleasuring his dollface because she appreciates
it so"

With those words, as if one of Pavlov's dogs Shae` began to squirt girl juice
all over the floor.
sybian1@aol.com

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