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Subject: {ASSM} The Adventurers of Jonathan Stroke: A Special Gift (BDSM, nc, pegging)
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This story depicts acts which defame the very nature of God herself. 
If you are under 18, don't like having orgasms, or this is illegal in
your area then go away.  Story copywrited and may only be reprinted by
permission accessed at this email.  jmp320@yahoo.com






The Adventures of Jonathan Stroke: A Special Gift

   The young man walked up the cracked stone path toward the front
door.  The house above him was plain enough.  Its facade was covered
with the same irregular sandstone that made up the walk.  The windows
brooded out under the cool, grey autumn sky and lent the house an aura
of somber preponderance that mirrored his own.  He pulled his long
dark hair away from his face with the back of his hand and gave a smug
smile.  This should be interesting, he thought.
  He made his way to the front door, with its dull black paint and
wrought iron knob and lifted the knocker and rang.
  "Just one minute," came a muffled response from inside.  It appeared
his date for the afternoon was home.  Definitely a good sign.
  There was a shuffling of feet behind the front door.  The large iron
knob twisted and the door opened.
  "Jonathan, how good to see you in person," the woman said smiling at
the young man.
  "It was my pleasure to come," Jonathan answered.
  "Would you like to come in and have a drink?"  The woman asked.
  Jonathan took a moment to memorize her face, it was sharp and
angular, pale with black eyes under a teased net of blown dry black
hair.  She was wearing a red cocktail dress and had a tumbler of what
smelled like vodka in one hand.
  "Of course," he said with a smile.
  "Well, come in, come in," she said motioning him inside.
  He followed her through the entry into a mood lit room done in
neutral shades of beige, several large hanging plants were in the
corners of the room.  A small fireplace of red brick with wrought iron
dogs crackled on a far wall.
  "Sit down, please," the tall brunette crooned.  Jonathan noticed
that she seemed slightly tipsy with the alcohol.
  "I will Diana, thank you."  Jonathan took a seat on the sofa in
front of a bare coffee table.
  "So can I get you a drink?" The brunette said, giggling.
  Jonathan smiled at her, wrinkling his deep brown eyes.  "Sure," he
said.
  The tall woman disappeared into the kitchen and Jonathan sat musing
about her.  He had noticed that her bright pink lipstick was slightly
smudged.  "I wonder how she manages to live like this", he thought.
  "Here's your drink, I hope you like vodka," Diana said walking back
into the room, her hips wiggling in the tight red dress.
  "I love vodka," Jonathan said, again smiling up at her.  She gave
him his drink.
  "Mmmm," she murmured, "You smell good." 
  "Well, thanks, I try to please," he said reaching up with one hand
to stroke the side of her face.
  She leaned into his hand and drunkenly closed her eyes.  "That feels
so warm," she said in a low voice.
  "You feel very warm," Jonathan said, echoing her murmured in a
sultry voice.
  "We both know why you're here," she said, opening her eyes and
looking at Jonathan.
  "You said you wanted to give me something very special," Jonathan
said very shyly.
  "I do," she said confidentially, "I do, so much."
  "That's good," he said, continuing to stroke her face.
  "First I want to do something, I..." her voice trailed off.
  "What is it," Jonathan asked, his hands slowly stroking her face.
  She reached her hand underneath the edge of the couch where she was
sitting and pulled out a slip of black silk.
  "Will you put this on?" She asked.
  "If you really want me to," Jonathan said with a small look of
curiosity on his face.
  "Please," she said, unable to look him in the face.
  Jonathan took the broad swatch of silk up to his eyes and tied it
firmly in place.  "There, do you feel comfortable now, love?'
  "Yes, Jonathan," he heard her say demurrely.  "Now stand up."
  Jonathan stood up next to the beige couch.  
  "Let me help you out of these things," Diana said, her voice taking
on a more secure tone.
  "If that's what you want," Jonathan asked, still amused at the
gameplaying.
  Diana stood and peeled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.
  "Now the shoes and sock," Diana said, her breathing increasing.  She
reached down and unlaced his shoes and he lifted one foot at a time to
allow her to take the socks off.
  "And now the pants," she said as she unbuckled his belt and pulled
his pants down.  His cock was stirring beneath his white briefs.
  "Mmmm..." she murmured in appreciation at his cock.  She peeled down
the briefs and he stepped out of them.
  "Now I'll lead you into the back," she said, her breath quickening.
  "If that's what you want, love," he answered smiling.
  She took his hand and led him out of the living room and passed
through the large central hall.  Jonathan felt the bare carpet beneath
his feet.
  "Now we turn left," she said.
  She led him through the turn.  Jonathan felt the carpet beneath his
feet change to smooth stone of some kind.  The room had a cold feeling
and the air smelled vaguely oily.
  "Now, one more thing Jonathan," she said grabbing both his hands and
kissing them.  "I want to hold your hands straight out no matter what.
 This has always been such a huge fantasy of mine."
  "I want to help you realize your fantasy, Di," Jonathan said, his
voice calm and cultured.
  He held his arms out in front of him and felt his wrists encircled
by cold steel.
  "This will be so sexy," Diana murmured close to his ear.  The cuffs
clicked shut on his wrists.
  "What ever you want Di, I'm here for you," Jonathan said smiling at
the pleasures to come.
  "Now I want you to stand here for a moment," Jonathan heard as a
hand brushed his cock causing it to stiffen.  "I'm going to change
into something more comfortable," Diana purred.
  Jonathan waited patiently wondering if he would be able to see the
obviously beautiful Diana in something more becoming.  After ten
minutes he heard the clack of high heels enter the room from behind
him.
  "This may make you stand on tiptoe, Jonathan, but it's for your own
good," he heard a very different voice say.  In a brief second
Jonathan's wrists were drawn up to the ceiling, holding him painfully
erect.
  "Diana, what's going on, is that you?"  Jonathan asked an edge of
fear creeping into his voice.
  "Yes, love, it's me," said the very firm voice of Diana.  
  "Diana, what are you doing?" Jonathan asked laboring to breathe
while stretched so painfully.
  "I'll take off your blindfold and let you see what's happening,"
Diana's very cold voice said.
  Jonathan felt someone behind him untying the blindfold.  The silk
slipped from his face.  He blinked in the pale light coming form the
candelabras situated around the room.  The walls were made of a dark
grey stone and covered in black and red drapings.  Chains and racks of
implements stood at various points.
  "How do you like my dungeon?" Diana's sultry voice purred from
behind him.
  "Diana?"  What are you doing?" Jonathan gasped, the pain in his
stretched calves now starting to burn.
  "My name's not Diana, Jonathan," she enunciated slowly, "It's
Mistress."
  Diana stepped from behind him and into his full view.  He gasped at
the sight and felt his his cock spring fully erect.  Before him the
woman had transformed.  The red dress had changed to a black leather
bustierre, her hair had been slicked back with water.  The painfully
applied lipstick had been replaced by stern red gloss.  Jonathan
goggled at the sight of her standing there in her tall black heels;
her firm breasts were spilling out of the constricting top.
  "Diana, this is not what we talked about," Jonathan whined.
  "We were never clear about exactly what I wanted to give you,"
Mistress said, coming close to the young man.  She ran her long, pale
fingers down his chest and gently stroked his prick.  Jonathan
shivered in response.
  "And you made that mistake again, pet, my name is Mistress.  You'll
have to be punished, I'm afraid."
  "Punished?" Jonathan squeaked.
  "Yes, punished," she said, slowly and clearly.  Diana walked to a
rack and grabbed a long, thin leather rod.  She bent it between her
hands.
  "Diana, I don't want you to hurt me," the quivering, naked you man
managed to say.
  "Silly boy," said Mistress walking towards Jonathan and raising the
rod to toy with his balls.
  "My name is Mistress," she said, now suddenly very load and
commanding.  She drew back the rod and sent it swishing through the
air to connect with Jonathan's thigh in a loud slap.  He gave out a
small, high pitched squeak.
  "Now say it, Jonathan," she purred, getting close enough to whisper
in his ear.  Jonathan was panting now, his face contorted in pain.
  "Say it, Jonathan," she said loudly in his ear.  She drew the rod
back and stepped to his side landing a quick blow across the young
man's stomache.
  "Ow," Jonathan exclaimed.
  "Ow, what?" Mistress said, her anger rising.  She dug the rod
painfully into Jonathan's exposed thighs.
  "Ow, Mistress?" Jonathan said tentatively.
  "Good boy," she purred again, now caressing the raised welt on the
young man's stomache.
  "Now I think you need some persuasion for what I have planned
later."
  Mistress walked over to the rack and replaced the rod.  She picked
up a broad wooden paddle.  Jonathan's eyes became wide at the sight of
it.
  "Please don't hurt me, D... Mistress," he begged.
  "You may scream Jonathan, I assure you the walls are quite thick,"
Mistress added testing the paddle on her palm.  It gave a smart
slapping sound.
  Jonathan was whimpering in fear.  Mistress walked quickly around
him, her heels clacking on the stone.
  "Now I want you to ask me something, Jonathan," she added silkily,
walking to Jonathan and rubbing the smooth wood against his quivering
prick.  "Ask me what I want," she whispered.
  "What do you want, Mistress," Jonathan whispered.
  "I want you to ask me to paddle your bottom," she hissed. "Now you
say it."  She reached her other hand down to Jonathan's swollen
testicles and gouged her nails painfully into the sensitive skin.
  Jonathan squirmed in pain.  "I want you to paddle my bottom,
Mistress!"
  "Good, good boy," she said coldly.
  She maneuvered herself behind the young man and then gently laid the
paddle against his trembling ass.
  "Are you ready, Jonathan?" she asked, smiling.
  He paused, "Please Diana, I don't want this."  He squirmed his ass
away from the cold wood.
  "Wrong answer, Jonathan," she said very loudly.  "Now you have to be
punished."
  She swung the paddle back with full force and it connected with a
loud smack.  Jonathan shrieked his eyes filling with tears.
  "I like it when you cry, Jonathan, it makes this so much
more...fulfilling."
  "Why Mistress," Jonathan said, blinking back tears.
  "You're giving me something special, dear boy." She swung the paddle
back and it swooshed through the air landing another loud smack.
  Jonathan was whimpering behind his tears.  "Please, no more," he
gasped between breaths.
  "Oh, there will be more," Mistress added through her clenched teeth.
  "No.." cried Jonathan.
  "Yes," hissed Mistress.
  She started raining blows on Jonathan's clenching and unclenching
ass buttocks.  He was crying and writhing to avoid the steady smacks. 
Mistress was working herself into a fury, her arm began swinging back
and forth, faster and faster, to the steady increases in Jonathan's
yelps.
  "Say you love it, Jonathan," she growled between swings.
  "I.. I, I love it," Jonathan screamed.
  "You want the Mistress to hit you more, Jonathan."
  "I, I want you to hit me more."
  She turned the attention of the paddle lower on his thighs, the
tender flesh of his buttocks was aflamed in a red blush  He was
twisting and bucking in response to each hit, desperately moving his
feet in an attempt to evade the paddle.  His hard cock was dangling in
front of him, bobbing in the rhythm of each blow.
  Finally, when she had tired herself she let the last smack fall on
his thighs.  Jonathan was panting, totally spent and had finally given
in to the exertion in his calves.  He was now dangling limply from the
cuffs over his head.
  "You made Mistress very happy, Jonathan," she crooned behind him. 
She was running her hand lightly up and down his back and ass. 
Jonathan could barely raise his head.  "But there is one special thing
I want from you, Jonathan."
  "What, what do you want?"  Jonathan panted, unable to twist his head
and see what the woman was doing behind him.
  "You'll see, but first I want to put some oil on you," Mistress
added coyly.
  Jonathan heard a clattering on a table behind him as the paddle was
set down and something like buckles being done.  He then heard
Mistress's hands rubbing together.  He heard the clack of her heels as
she walked behind him, then there was an incredibly soothing feeling
as he felt warm oil being massaged into the painful burning welts
  "How do you like the feel of that, Jonathan," Mistress cooed in his
ear.
  "It feels pretty good," Jonathan said now gaining his breath.
  "You like that, you dirty boy, you like me playing with your ass?"
she asked smoothly.
  "Yeah, um, you know Diana, this isn't really my thing, you know?"
  "Hush Jonathan, I have a special present for you," she murmed, using
both hands to rub the oil into his burning backside.  "I know you'll
like this," she said as a lubed finger penetrated the tight chasm of
his asshole.
  "Oh, shit, Diana, what are you doing?" Jonathan yelped, clenching
his cheeks together and trying to avoid the invading digit.
  "Just relax, Jonathan, breathe in and out, I promise it will be
easier for you if you do."
  Mistress worked a second finger in to join the first, each sliding
easily in and out of his greased hole.
  "You like that, you dirty little boy?" Mistress cooed.
  Jonathan was panting again, his cock was oozing clear precome from
the tip.
  "I've never felt anything like that before," he said between indrawn
breaths.
  "Mmm, such a tight little hole," Mistress said lowly, sliding a
third finger in and moving them farther and farther, in and out.  "Now
I have something to show you."
  She stepped out from behind Jonathan and boldly clacked into his
view.  She was wearing a black leather harness with a massive eight
inch dildo attached to it.  Jonathan's eyes dropped when he saw it.
  "What's that for Diana?" He asked still panting at the peculiar
pleasure he had received from her.
  "It's my special gift for you, Jonathan," she said, kneeling down in
front of him.  She positioned her mouth directly in front of his
pulsing cock.  She tasted the oozing liquid coming from the tip with
her tongue.  The chained young man shuddered in pleasure.
  "Why don't you unchain me, Diana," Jonathan said, trying to regain
control over the situation.
  "Hush, pet," she murmured, entranced by the smooth, curving dick in
front of her.  She grabbed it in both hands and squeezed it.  Jonathan
groaned in pleasure at the tight grip.  Mistress took it fully in her
mouth and began bobbing her head up and down.  Jonathan was moaning in
pleasure.  She stopped.
  "Are you liking that Jonathan?" Mistress asked coyly.
  "Diana, that was amazing, why don't you let me down," he asked
panting in pleasure.
  "Because it's time for your gift, Jonathan," she said, regaining her
feet.  She gave a playfully slap at the exposed penis.
  "Diana, what are you doing?" Jonathan asked apprehensively.
  Mistress moved behind him and began caressing his ass.  "You'll
understand in a moment," she crooned.
  "Diana, Oh My God," he exclaimed as he felt his ass cheeks parted
and the head of the black plastic dildo pushed inexorably into his
rectum.
  "Don't fight it, love," she murmured grabbing his hips forcefully.
  "Diana, don't do this," he pleaded.
  "I told you, My. Name. Is. Mistress," Diana said forcefully pulling
with her arms and thrusting the cock far into the struggling young
man.
  "Ahh," Jonathan yelped trying to evade the massive phallus
penetrating him.  In that moment Mistress managed to force her way
fully into the writhing young man.  She held him close for a moment
then reached her right hand around to circle Jonathan's cock.  She
held it in a painful grip.
 Jonathan was panting, feeling so exposed and penetrated.  Mistress
pulled her hips back and gave a forceful thrust, pushing herself deep
into Jonathan's recesses.  Her hand began stroking in time to her
pumps.  She was thrusting and squeezing and twisting.  It was driving
Jonathan into a frenzy.  His pale chest was struggling to breath as he
felt himself ripped apart by the massive cock in his bowels.  His hips
began thrusting back to meet hers, their bodies becoming closer and
closer.  Mistress was growling with exertion as she fucked the boy,
her fist was twisting and pulling his cock.
  "Say you love it, Jonathan," she screamed in his ear.
  "I. Love. It." Mistress," he managed to pant out as his cock
exploded in a massive orgasm draping thick gobs of semen all over the
stone floor.  He screamed in release, the extasy overwhelming the pain
he was feeling.  He grunted as the orgasm ended and collapsed fully
again, his knees buckling as he hung fully from his wrists.
  "Good boy, Jonathan, it was all I hoped it would be," Diana murmured
from behind him.  "When you find the strength, the key to the cuffs
are taped between them."  She pulled the dildo from his ass with a
loud plopping sound.   "You can let yourself out the front door."

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