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Subject: {ASSM} "Collected" Part 2: "Taking Possession"
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Things were quiet for the next couple of weeks. That's not to say they 
weren't awkward. When I'd gone round to Carrie's house in the past it 
was generally when Megan was out for the evening, but she was still 
around often enough for me to notice that she smiled at me in a way 
that really was not appropriate for her mother's boyfriend. Now every 
time I saw her - in the kitchen making a sandwich, sitting watching 
television, even passing on the landing - I also saw her young nubile 
body rising and falling on my cock; or writhing under me as I screwed 
her. I could try and rationalise it if I wanted. Eleanor Watson had 
drugged me and I'd wound up shagging my girlfriend's daughter. No - 
trying to rationalise it wasn't working. On the other hand, sex with 
Carrie was really good - I'm not really sure why that was, and I'm not 
at all sure I want to analyse it too closely.

I got home after work one evening and picked up the post that lay on 
the welcome mat behind my front door. There was the usual bundle of 
glossy leaflets and letters from banks that wanted to lend me vast 
amounts of money. There was also a handwritten envelope. I don't get 
many of those. Inside was a 4Gb SmartCard and a small rectangular card 
that said "Great show. My house 8pm next Tuesday - Eleanor x" My 
stomach turned over and I'm sure I went pale.

For an hour or so I wandered to and from the computer. I didn't want to 
see what was on the card, but knew I had to. At length I plugged the 
card into the card reader. It contained a single QuickTime file and I 
double-clicked it. The software on the computer fired up and a few 
moments later my worst fears were confirmed. On the screen I watched 
Megan riding up and down on my stiff shaft and I was groping her 
breasts and stroking her  buttocks. The sound was turned up so I heard 
her - and me - screaming and roaring as we reached orgasm; as I pumped 
my semen into my girlfriend's daughter.

So. 8 o'clock at Eleanor's house then.  Next Tuesday.

I arrived about five minutes early. Eleanor's house is a detached 
building, all whitewashed  and square on the outskirts of the town. I 
walked up the gravel path to her door and pressed the bell. After a 
minute or so the black hardwood door opened and Eleanor told me to come 
in. Her substantial and erotically curvy body was masked beneath a 
large woollen top and jogging trousers, but her flame-red hair and 
crimson lips reminded me of what had happened when last we met, 
reminded me of her breasts and her ass in their commonplace garments 
when we sat together in the pub.

She led me upstairs and into her bedroom. "Wait here" she said, "and 
take your clothes off". I don't know what I'd been expecting. Nor did I 
know what she really wanted, but I'd been naked with enough women for 
the idea of stripping off not to bother me too much. As I took my 
clothes off I looked around the room. There was a large bed, a chest of 
drawers and a bedside cabinet.

After about fifteen minutes Eleanor returned. She was now wearing a 
silk basque that forced her large breasts upward and together; she was 
wearing black stockings and suspenders. That was it. I felt the urge to 
giggle, but I remembered why I'd come and politely said "Nice outfit. 
Suits you".

"Thank you, Alex" she said. "Here's what's going to happen. As a result 
of your rogering your ladyfriend's daughter - and, by the way, one of 
your patients - what happens for the rest of your life now lies with 
me. I own you."  I hated it, but she had a point. She walked up to me 
and said huskily, close to my ear  "I collect cocks. I collect cunts 
too. And your cock is now mine."

I felt the urge to get out of that room, to just run and accept the 
consequences. I didn't - partially because I was scared and partially 
because - let's be truthful here - her buxom body close to mine and her 
soft breath in my ear weren't exactly motivators for escape. And so - I 
really can't believe it to this day - I said "Yes. My cock is yours".

Eleanor ran her hand down over the sensitive flesh of my groin and 
started to stroke my semi-erect dick. "So I see" she said as she 
caressed my manhood. stroking it with her warm hard. Right down to its 
base she stroked and I gasped. Right down to my testicles. Then she 
gripped. Suddenly. Harshly. She gripped my balls and I cried out in 
pain. "This is my cock" she said. "I'm quite content that Carrie 
Stevenson should use it too. But when I phone and call for it, it will 
come to me. Is that understood?"

"Yes," I whimpered. It's your cock"

"Good boy." she whispered. "And is your tongue mine too?"

"Yes" I said through gritted teeth.

"Every bit of you, in fact." As she gripped my gonads tightly I could 
only grunt out my assent. Then, though, she smiled lasciviously and 
relaxed her grip. "Good - now that's understood you can put that tongue 
to work. Kneel down."

Relieved that the pain in my genitals was subsiding I did as I was 
told. Eleanor turned away from me and bent so that her hands were on 
the bed and her large round backside filled my view. I placed my hands 
on her soft buttocks and pulled them gently apart revealing the 
puckered pink opening of her anus. "I'm not at all sure I cleaned down 
there when I showered this morning" she said. "Make sure I'm clean, 
won't you?". Maybe she was just messing with my head, but when I glided 
my tongue over her asshole I certainly tasted something - mostly sweat 
I think. Firmly I licked her behind, teasing her anus with the tip of 
my tongue. "Mmmm. That's nice." she murmured huskily.  "You're a 
talented arselicker".

After a few minutes Eleanor stood up straight and sat on the bed, then 
she leaned back against the headboard, her legs apart and bent. "Now 
the other side" she said. I got up and knelt on the end of the bed 
between her large powerful thighs. I bent toward her pussy, but she 
stopped me with a firm hand on the top of my head. "I think a bit more 
of a challenge for such a talented tongue." She rolled over and opened 
the drawer of the bedside cabinet and took out a black silk scarf. With 
a crook of her finger she beckoned me and I leaned forward. She wrapped 
the scarf around my head and over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.

Blindly I found her right knee with my hand. Applying my lips to it I 
began to kiss my way down her inner thigh. She sighed softly as I got 
closer to her shaven pussy. The smell of her filled my nostrils and I 
found her labia with my lips. I licked her, parting her pussy lips with 
my tongue, rolling it over her clitoris, lapping at her and tasting her 
tangy juices. She was moaning now and I found myself enjoying the 
effect I was having on this woman. Her hips were rolling beneath my 
face and she was pressing herself to my mouth and as I licked faster, 
strumming her erect button with my tongue she began to gasp. "Oh God 
that's...ohhh!" I heard her groan and I felt spurred on. My tongue was 
getting sore, but eventually she pressed the back of my head and wailed 
out a cry of ecstasy. Juices flooded from her pussy and I found myself 
swallowing. She grasped my left hand - in pleasure, I thought. Then I 
felt a tightness around my wrist and realised it was rope. With a 
violent jerk my left hand - and the rest of me - was pulled forward 
until I felt the base of the headboard of the bed. Blindfolded and 
tied, I could do nothing to prevent my right hand from being bound in 
the same way. I was now on all fours, tied to Eleanor's bed.

I felt her slip out from beneath me and I suddenly felt terribly 
vulnerable. I heard the sound of a drawer opening and footsteps on the 
floor. At length I felt a hand on my arse, stroking my flesh. "You have 
a very nice bum" said Eleanor. I thanked her, but I was beginning to be 
very apprehensive. The hand was removed for a moment then a sudden 
shock ran through me as a finger smeared in something cold probed into 
my anus. "Oh come now," said Eleanor with an erotic chuckle. "You've 
done this often enough, I'm sure". She was right. I'd given plenty of 
rectal examinations. I tried to relax and sure enough I actually 
started to enjoy the sensation - even when a second finger joined the 
first and stretched my anus wider.

Abruptly my arse was empty and I felt the bed moving as Eleanor got 
off. A moment later the scarf was removed from my eyes. Eleanor stood 
at the side of the bed, her basque removed so that the voluptuous curve 
of her stomach was now visible. Below that, though, she now wore a 
phallus made of some kind of polymer strapped to her groin. "Do you 
like it?" she asked. "Most of the cunts I've collected seem to like 
it". She moved closer and the plastic cock wobbled obscenely near my 
face. "Kiss it" she said. I puckered my lips and kissed it. "Now lick 
it and suck it" she said. "Where it's going you want it well 
lubricated". I did as I was told. I licked the hard shaft she held in 
front of me. I opened my mouth and took it in and sucked on that 
plastic cock like a lollipop.

"Please..." I said as she withdrew her strap-on from my mouth. I should 
have known better than to plead for "mercy".

"If you follow that with 'fuck me' I'll be gentle" she said.

Swallowing thickly I said it. "Please fuck me".

"Sorry," she said. "I didn't catch that".

"Please Eleanor," I answered. "Please fuck me".

A few moments later she was behind me on the bed. A few moments later I 
felt the head of the hard plastic cock pressed against my my anus. I 
knew the physiology. I knew I could accommodate it if I relaxed. In 
principle. Eleanor, though, was as good as her word. Gently, gradually, 
she worked the head of the phallus into my arse. It hurt, but it was 
in. Slowly she began to move in and out of me, teasing the base of my 
spine and my prostate. I've known men get erections during rectal 
examinations and I felt my cock stiffening as she shagged me. Her 
thighs slapped against the back of mine and I felt her flesh against my 
buttocks as she drove deep into me. She was grunting with pleasure and 
I realised that I was responding, that my cock was now rigid and that I 
was  rocking back onto her as she fucked my arse.

After a while she stopped moving. I felt straps being fastened around 
my waist and heard a quiet click. Again there was movement on the bed 
behind me. Despite the fact that my arse was definitely still filled 
with plastic cock, a few moments later Eleanor was standing again by 
the side of the bed. "I've fucked you" she said, her voice trembling 
slightly with arousal. "Now it's your turn". She began to untie my 
wrists from where they were bound at the headboard of the bed. 
"Incidentally," she murmured. I've fastened my cock in place with a 
small padlock - just in case you don't feel the need to perform at your 
best."

She lay on the bed, her legs wide apart, her smooth pubic mound 
glistening and her generous lips inviting me. I kissed her, and lay 
between he creamy thighs. I ran my hands over her large, soft breasts, 
feeling the hardness of her nipples in my palms. Grinding my engorged 
manhood against her wet pussy lips I felt it slide into her. She gasped 
and pulled me close. The strap-on still in my arse I began to fuck her. 
Her flesh was warm and earthy and I smelt the sweat of her body and the 
musk of her sex. She was moaning as I drove my cock into her again and 
again and she was running her hands up and down my back.

I kissed her passionately, my tongue and hers rolling over each other 
as I propelled my hard penis into her warm welcoming pussy. It felt 
really good. I could hear her panting in my ear when we broke the kiss. 
Her body moved under me, her hips rolling and thrusting in response to 
my movements. Faster and faster we fucked until at length she pulled me 
really close, and almost seemed to stop breathing as orgasm swept 
through her.

I was really close to cumming too. She pushed me off her though, 
panting. As my cock slid from her pussy she wrapped her fingers around 
it squeezing it and stroking it. With a wave of pleasure  roaring 
through my shaft, I came, depositing semen on her milky white stomach. 
"Oh - you've made a bit of a mess there" she said breathily. "You'd 
better clean it up. She placed her hands on the back of my head and 
pushed me down until my face hovered over her belly. God help me, I 
licked it all off; my salty, thick cum.

Two days later another hand-written envelope arrived in the post. It 
contained another SmartCard. I had not seen a camera in Eleanor's 
bedroom. That there had been one was now beyond doubt; as was the fact 
that she owned me. I was part of her collection.

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