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Subject: {ASSM} Story - Promises, Promises Part 2 (F/m, NC, Toilet, Forced, Brainwashing, Femdom)
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"maybe we should slow down a little, its still early," slight pleading
in my voice as Jake comes by with three more shots, this time
jager-bombs.  sound the alarms, man over board!  eegad.

"Early?  Its almost 11, and we have so much to do, I would say its
late!  Shut up and drink, loser!"  It wasn't so much the way she said
it, playful and coy, it was the words that she used.  especially that
last.  it hit me like an electric shock.  and the first bomb, it went
down while I was still comprehending what she had just called me.
"loser" as easily as if she knew all along, knew that she could get me
to do whatever she wanted.  just another plaything for her.  she read
my mind.  "Come on, time for your second.  This will help, trust me,
you will feel so much better doing what I say," I looked into her eyes
when she said that.  she was serious.  she had stopped smiling.  the
music in the bar was on mute.  the crowd noise had hushed, all I could
hear were her words to me. I was tranced.  she stood up out of her
chair and got in-between my legs, standing above me, holding the shot.
"That's a good boy, let me help you.  Open your mouth, there you go,"
she held the shot glass and brought it to my lips, I could smell with
redbull and jagermeister, her body had closed in upon me, and then it
was in my mouth.  "mmm good boy, now swallow.  that's it, swallow it
all down, just like you promised, mmm wasn't that good..."

I was reeling.  I couldn't think. I was intoxicated with her.  I was
numb, my body was tingling. "Come on, that's it, another one, good
boy... mmm taste good?  oh you are almost ready aren't you, oh yes I
think you are..."

"Tab Jake, were outta here!"  I barely made out what she was saying to
me, something about her place.  wow, this was it, whatever it was, I
had won.  maybe it was a drinking contest?  maybe it was just an excuse
for her to let down her guard and grab some strange?  maybe I was just
lucky?  I wasn't fighting it, she led me out of the bar and into a
waiting cab and I was in heaven.

She straddled me in the cab, and just held me close to her chest. I
could barely move I was so drunk.  she held me there and stroked my
hair, whispering in my ear how much fun she was going to have,  how she
was so happy I was there tonight, how I kept my promises.  I didn't
fight it, I just enjoyed her chest against my face and breathed in her
scent.  "oh I promise you wont regret this, I know you are a little out
of it now, but I promise you, I will make this a memorable night,"
What?  how in the hell would I ever regret this, she was a dream come
true.  like a Dallas cowboy cheerleader from my fantasies as a kid,
come to life and mauling me in a cab.

the air was cold and her apartment was in the warehouse district.  "in
we go, that's it, be careful the elevator is old"  we got in the
elevator, and I was so drunk it felt like we were going down, but she
punched the button for 5, damn those jagerbombs.

"lay down over there, I will be right back,"  I hit the leather couch
in 2 seconds flat.  I didn't want to pass out on her, but if she
wanted me, she was going to have to make it happen.  I was so drunk I
don't even remember how many shots we downed.  as I laid on the
couch, I felt tugging on my shoes.  I couldn't even turn over, I was
just a mess.  off came the second shoe, and then I felt my pants being
pulled off.  that got me to roll over!  there she was, wearing a
babydoll with impossibly high heels.  was I dreaming?

"Come on, big boy, unbutton your pants so I can get these off and get
you ready, you have got a long night ahead of you!" she was laughing
now, full on laughing, and I wasn't sure if it was at me or with me.
she was enjoying herself, and I was in no way going to protest.  two
buttons later, and my pants were on the floor.  I tried to take my
shirt off, but she just ripped the buttons and tossed it aside.  two
quick pulls on my socks and I was left on her couch with nothing but
boxers.

"Much better, but I will save the unveiling for the moment of truth,"
more laughing and giggling, and she was gone in the darkness before I
could say anything witty.

Oh what a tease, here I am in boxers, and its cold, and now she just
disappears on me?  God I am drunk, I cant even stand up.  I cant even
move or I will fall over.  just hold on, amigo, she will be back,
don't pass out, not yet, she will be back soon...

I felt her before I saw her or heard her,  she was sitting on me.
Literally sitting on my chest with all her weight like I was a pillow,
or part of the couch.  I opened my eyes and could see her back, her
beautifully arched back and hips.  she was massaging my feet, first one
then the other, pulling, rubbing, kneading, god she was such a goddess.
 her white babydoll literally glowed on her tan body.  her hair, still
pulled back in a severe ponytail, swayed back and forth as she worked
my feet.  without saying a word she spun on my chest and looked down
into my eyes, a high heeled foot on either side of my head.

"So do you like my place?" she smiled and pinched my nose.  I was still
very drunk, I could not even say a word, I was too dumbfounded at where
I was to believe what was happening.

without missing a beat she followed up "Well I am glad you do, I
don't invite many boys back here, you are special."  I felt it again,
that seduction, her eyes, her mouth, the way the words rolled out of
her like honey "very special, and you are going to keep your promises
to me, I will make sure of that," she said as she grabbed both of my
arms and held them above my head and massaged them.  I could feel her
working on each one, first the right, then the left, slowly taking her
time, letting her chest brush across my nose, the feeling of her
babydoll sliding over my face, knowing she was inches away and yet
somehow feeling like she was a million miles away...

it was not the first warning signal I had.  there were others earlier
in the night, little hints that she kept dropping, almost ominous,
except that in a public setting how could I do anything but play along
and chalk them up to flirtatious advances.  but here, things were
feeling different.  like a ship in a sea of fog, the warning from the
lighthouse was far away and hazy, but now, we were much closer to the
rocks, I could feel the light trying to penetrate through the fog, but
it was hopeless, it was feet thick, clouded by alcohol and sexual
tension.  I was aware something was not right but I was unable and
unwilling to stop it.

"There we go, how do you feel?  she was genuinely concerned, I could
tell from her tone of voice.

"perfect, thank you for the massage, you are so beautiful-" she hit me
so hard I didn't even see it coming and didn't feel it until my
head stopped shaking.  there were stars, and I felt my eyes tear up, my
face was on fire.
"I didn't ask you what you thought of me, loser, I asked you how you
felt. what do you think I am stupid?  of course I am beautiful, look at
me, I could have any guy I wanted.  I could have any girl I wanted.  I
don't need your compliments and I don't want them, I just wanted to
make sure you were not in any pain.  I want to make this process as
comfortable for you as possible." she said matter of fact, not
screaming, not yelling, not sneering, not hateful.  just although she
was talking to a dog, or reading from an encyclopedia.  just as calm
and clear as you please.

process.  what process.  I thought we were going to be fucking like
dogs, that isn't a process in my book.  was she a scientist?  why did
she have to say it like that.  I was confused, and it obviously showed
through.

"What's that look for?  You didn't think a girl like me would hold
you to your promises?  Oh, you really don't know what you bargained
for, do you?  I have been thinking about this all day, I was positive
you were not going to show up.  But now you are here, and I am going to
make you keep your promises, you are going to... eat your words," she
smiled, running her finger around my mouth, tracing the outline of my
lips.   then she disappeared, literally just vanished, she was sitting
on my chest and immediately got up and *poof* she was gone.  what the
hell is going on here?  I could hear her, walking away, her heels
clicking down on the floor, then even that faded out.  my arms and feet
still tingled, god what a great massage she gave me.  my whole body
felt electric, the alcohol was still coursing through me when I heard
her heels softly growing louder, then stopped.

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