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Subject: {ASSM} Story - Promises, Promises (F/m, NC, Toilet, Forced, Brainwashing, Femdom)
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Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2005 09:10:04 -0400
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I hope you all like this story, its my first, but it wont be my last.
I also have a blog where I will continue to update more stories.

http://femdomfiction.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-adult-story.html

Synopsis: A guy in a bar falls for a gorgeous young hottie.  She uses
her beauty to make him keep good on his word.  Poor guy, he eats a lot
more than his words...


"Promises, promises"

I woke up with a hangover the size of Texas.  The good part was that I
was still a little drunk, the bad part was, and I had no idea where I
was.  Not that it mattered, I wouldn't be going anywhere with this
ice-pick in my head.  God I hate being hung-over, but I can't help it
once I start drinking, especially when the bar is full of pretty
undergrads.  Oh sure, they're all under age, but who can say no to
hotties that flash a fake ID and an unbelievable (and completely
unattainable) body.  After my eyes adjust, I realize I am back in my
apartment, just on the couch.  At least I made it that far.  Last week
I awoke in the hallway, the super had to kick me to wake me up.  Or
maybe he just wanted to kick me, no matter; right now all I can do to
keep this hangover at bay is have another drink...

"Hey, thanks for the drink," I turn half surprised to see a blonde,
gorgeous girl standing next to me in the bar, alone, with a slight
grin, holding onto a pint of something dark.

"wha, ay, yea, you are welcome," I stutter back, not knowing what the
hell she is talking about.  I have been at the bar for the past 6 hours
nursing my hangover off its deathbed, and I am slightly buzzed, but I
am not so drunk as to forget buying this lovely princess a beer.  she
obviously has mistaken me for someone else, but am I going to complain?

"I am surprised you remember me, you were pretty drunk, and the things
you were saying last night, normally I would chalk it up to the
alcohol, but you seemed so sincere and, well, you showed up tonight, so
maybe I was wrong about you..." she trailed off, baiting me perhaps to
see if I remembered what in the hell I had said, or was it just her way
of apologizing for her misjudgment?  I couldn't think about either
option.  she was just drop dead gorgeous and she was talking to me.
she was obviously taller than me, she was tan and firm, and her blonde
hair, it just cascaded down her shoulders and back.  she was wearing
cowboy boots and jeans, but it was her white t-shirt that got all the
attention.  no frills, she didn't need any, her body was a work of
art.  while I sat there stammering and trying to figure out what to say
next, she pulled her hair back into a stern pony tail and set her beer
down next to mine.

"how could I not remember you?" I bluffed, "and while I might have been
drunk, you know they say you get the truth out of people after a few
drinks!"  I laughed trying to get some sort of control on the
situation.  nothing doing.

"Well then, shouldn't you make good on your word?"  her eyes simply
sparkled, at what I was sure to find out sooner or later, but
apparently I was on the hook for something.

"Jake, get us three shots of tequila, on his tab!"  she shouted down to
my sometimes psychiatrist, sometimes pal, but always bartender.

"three?" I looked around, hoping it would be her twin or maybe another
equally gorgeous girl joining us.

"Yea, one for me, two for you, or are you going to backout on your
promises already?" her tone wasn't challenging as much as it was
disappointed.

I wasn't going to blow this, no matter what, so I had to recover
quickly and hope that whatever I had said last night would be revealed
later on in the evening.  "oh, I just figured you would have ordered
six, to save time," smiling, I still have it, after all these beers, er
uh, I mean years.

"Oh no, I like variety.  Besides too much tequila and I will be
speaking Spanish," such a cute joker, and her eyes, they didn't
betray a thing.  but I was certain she was plotting, I could just feel
it.  probably the way a mouse feels when staring into the eyes of a
snake, not knowing what the move will be next, but certain that once in
its jaws, it wont matter.  have to stay out of her jaws, have to stay-

"Here, two for you, one for me, salud!"  wow, that second one really
kicked me in the ass.  the first was fun, doing it with her and knowing
I was with this gorgeous girl at the bar, in outrageous cowboy boots
and a tight as all hell t-shirt, doing shots... but the second.  I felt
her eyes again.  I felt her burning into me with her eyes, almost
savoring the moment, like a first step towards something.  like an
inauguration.  or maybe I was just getting drunk.  nasty fucking
quervo, and quickly with a chaser to make it all better.

"not too bad" I lied.

"Fucking awful," she laughed, "The next one will be much sweeter, I
promise, maybe lemon drops?  I just needed to kickstart this evening.
Besides, isn't this all part of the plan?" she winked.  I am
positive, she just winked.  what plan?  what the hell did I say to her?
 fuck, maybe this girl is just crazy and makes up shit to drunks at the
bar to get free drinks.  whoa, paranoia, keep er together boss, just
relax and meet her smile.

"oh Princess, tequila or lemon drops, I would drink anything if you
wanted me to-" before I could even finish she was at it again.

"Hey Jake, three lemon drops!" she sang out, standing on her bar chair,
her chest inches away from my face, her perfume literally permeating my
lungs and brain, her scent, her breath, it was like a huge wave hitting
me. "... and don't be silly, of course I know that" she had already
sat down and was talking to me but I wasn't aware of it.  her
presence was more intoxicating than the liquor.  what had she just
said?  was that to me or was she talking to Jake?  I was confused but
just smiled and played along.

"to you, Princess, for making me keep my promises!" I anted up, tossing
a few more chips into the pile.  what hand was she playing...

she slammed her shot glass on the wooden bar and handed me my second,
nonchalantly musing "oh you say that now, but wait until later, you
might regret your promises in the morning..." she hinted, letting her
hand run down my arm, and rest on my leg.  there were a couple of drops
from the last shot that never made it into her mouth, landing on her
t-shirt, perfectly in-between her perfect chest.  she caught me staring
and arched her back as I downed the shot.

"That's a good boy, all you need is a little motivation," I felt her
words more than heard them.  how could I look at her, she was so
beautiful and I was losing the battle.  I was losing myself in her
presence.  sure the alcohol helped, but it was more than just that.  I
felt drugged, but I wasn't, not at least with anything man made.  it
was her, she was... seducing me?  oh I don't know how much more of
this I can take.  Things are already starting to get surreal...

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