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Mistress Missy
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: NEW STORY - Mistress Missy
Date: 27 Oct 92 00:21:54 GMT
I looked over the message, debated, took a breath and pressed "s" to
send the message. The system quickly responded that the message was
on it way on the Internet.
I sat there stunned for a few seconds. Did I really send that
message? Was it really me who wrote "sub male looking for mistress
who likes to tease. love to be helpless and made to serve your
pleasure. experience not necessary, just interest." Did I really
send that out? Well, I probably won't get any responses, and
definitely not in this part of the country.
The next morning, the message was posted on the Usenet newsgroup. And
no responses. I really don't know if I was relieved....or
disappointed.
I had almost forgotten the post when a few days later I received a
mail message. "I read your post. Tell me more. I'm new at this, but
interested. I'd like to have a man assured of pleasuring me. I love
to tease and watch a man squirm...and do my bidding."
Well, the response turned me on and my fingers became connected to my
imagination. Before I realized it, I had typed and sent a lot of very
personal information. I also mentioned where I was located.
The next morning I checked for mail. Nothing. Noontime....nothing.
The next morning nothing. Noontime.... Late afternoon there was a
message waiting.
Her name was Missy. She said she was located close to me and wanted
to see me in person. She told to wait at a restraurant at noon the
next day and to tell her what I'd be wearing so that she'd know who I
was. She also instructed me not to wear any underwear. She didn't tell
me anything about herself. I didn't know if this was a wasted effort
or not, but I couldn't pass up the chance.
I was there the next day at 11:55. I took a table in a corner and
nervously studied the menu.
nothing happened. Nothing. I waited until 12:15, maybe she was tied
up in traffic. 12:30, maybe she changed her mind. 12:45 I dejectedly
got up to leave. As I walked out the door, I heard a soft voice call
"Jim?" I turned around and there she was. 5'6, long black hair, a
pretty face. A heavy coat that hid much more.
"I thought maybe you weren't coming" I said.
"Oh yes, but you did say you liked to be teased" she said with a warm,
coquetish smile.
"Let's go back in and chat, shall we?"
I held the door open for her. She led the way to a dark corner table
and slid in. She motioned for me to slide in next to her and I did
so.
"Sit closer" she said and I slipped up next to her.
Her hand reached over and began to caress my thigh. Her touch was
electric. Immediately I felt my cock get hard. Her hand slid upward,
but she kept stopping before she got high enough. I took my hand and
started to place in under the table.
"Keep your hands on the table" she commanded. I did as told.
When she was convinced that I'd obey, she finally slid her hand up
higher and grabbed my cock. A tremor ran through my body.
"I'm not wearing anything under this coat" she stated. A smile
crossed my lips. I wondered if that was true. She, of course, knew
what I was thinking.
"Put your hand on mine" she told me. I did as directed. She then
slid her hand out and put it on top of mine, then picked my hand up
and moved it to her thigh. The coat was parted beneath the table. My
hand touched bare flesh. She slowly moved my hand higher until it was
at the top of her leg and at her hip. All was bare.
She then moved my hand across her belly until my fingertips began to
touch pubic hair.
"Belive me now?" she asked. "Yes" i answered, with difficulty.
She shifted her legs apart and moved my fingertips back to her thighs,
so close that I could just feel the hairs of her bush rubbing my
fingers. "Keep your hand where it is. Do not move your hand or I
will leave."
Her hand returned to my crotch. My thin dress pants felt like
nothing. She reached down and squeezed my balls, hard. I tightened.
She let go and my body trembled.
Then she began to rub up and down on my cock. She brought me to the
brink of orgasm, but stopped. I usually leak pretty well when aroused
and was sure that I was doing it now, wetting my light brown pants.
god! If she made me cum, I'd have a very big wet spot on my pants.
But she didn't. She just brought me close.
After the third approach and halt, she suddenly slide away and got up
on the opposite side of the table.
You've been very good. I'll contact you if I wish to see you again.
She leaned over and her coat fell open showing that she was indeed
naked under the coat. She gave me a kiss, her tongue wiping the
inside of my mouth, then stood up and pulled her coat closed.
"Two things: do not get up and leave for five minutes. If you try to
follow me, you will never see me again. And do not touch your cock
until I tell you to do so. Not even to pee or to bathe."
She turned and left.
I sat there fighting the twin urges to follow her or to relieve
myself.
The minutes dragged.
After five minutes, my cock subsided and I got up and walked outside.
My shrinking cock had deposited more precum on my pants, but I didn't
care. I was under her spell.
That night I checked for mail. Nothing. I kept thinking about the
encounter. I wanted to jack off thinking about it, but restrained
myself. I checked for mail the next morning. Nothing.
Lunch....nothing. The next day, nothing. I had been following her
demands and wondered if I was being a fool.
The next morning I signed on and there was a message waiting.
"Dear Jim:
I enjoyed meeting you. I know you waited as told. Have you followed
my other directive?"
"Dear Mistress Missy,
I too enjoyed our meeting. Yes, I have done as told. I hope I will
see you again soon. It is hard to keep from touching myself. The
memories of your hand are very strong."
The next morning came another response:
"Dear Jim,
I'm glad to know that you have obeyed. I am going to give you a
choice. We can either meet again, or your can relieve yourself.
Your choice."
"Although the urge to touch myself is very great, my desire to have
you touch me again is much greater. I will wait and look forward to
meeting you again" was my immediate reply.
At 10:30 came another message instructing me to wait for her outside
of the restraurant.
I had been a few minutes early and was waiting when she pulled up
alongside my car. She motioned for me to get into her car. I quickly
did so.
She was wearing a short skirt that barely covered her lap.
"Have you obeyed my instructions?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am, I have."
"Take your shoes, sox and pants off" she commanded. I did as she
directed.
"Now put them in your car" she told me. Fear struck deep into me. My
car was parked next to hers, but what if someone saw me? What was
going to happen?
I looked at Missy. She had her mouth open slightly and wetted her
lips with her moist tongue. That same tongue that had explored my
mouth. I knew I had no choice. I opened the car door wide enough to
cover me and quickly tossed my clothes into a heap on the floor.
I got back in to her car.
She smiled "Good, I was hoping you'd obey. Don't worry, you won't
regret it." She put the car in drive and started down the road.
After about a mile, she pulled into a small park with a secluded
parking area.
"I'm sure you understand that if things don't work out, I don't want
to have any trouble. Therefore, I can't leave you know where we are
going. You'll need to trust me. Can you do that?"
I was committed. "Yes" i responded.
"Okay, take off the rest of your clothes, put them on the back seat".
I did as instructed.
She reached forward and popped the trunk release. "Now go back and
get in the trunk and close it."
The fear must have shown in my face. A smile softened her face.
"It's okay, trust me. It won't be long." She leaned over and gave me
one of those wet kisses. She took my hand and placed it beneath her
skirt, against her wet, hot pussy. What man could resist this?
She broke the kiss and I did as was told. It was scary in that trunk.
I don't know how long it was, but we finally slowed, and then turned.
The car stopped and I heard a garage door opener. I moment later, the
trunk popped open. Missy came back and told me to get out and follow
her into the house.
I immediately sensed we were not alone. She led me into the living
room where two women waited. Two woman plus another man. He was
standing naked with his hands tied behind him. A cock
ring encircled his cock and balls which were enormous.
"Ah, so this is the subject you have brought, Missy" the bigger blonde
commented as she looked me up and down. I stood there naked in front
of them.
"These are some friends who are more experienced than I and will give
me some pointers" Missy explained.
"I think the first thing we will do is to restrain Jim somewhat" Missy
said, producing some heavy cord. She first tied my hands behind my
back and then instructed me to kneel down and squat. She then tied
the rope to my feet.
"you've been hoping to see and touch my pussy, haven't you?"
"Yes ma'am," I replied, hoping.
Missy walked up in front of me. She dropped off her dress and stood
naked right in front of me, her crotch at eye level. She was a good
looking woman.
"Are you ready, Jim? This is your last chance to back out."
There was no way I would (or could) back out.
"I'm ready" I breathed.
"Well, get a good look" she said as she moved forward, pushing her
pussy into my face. But that wasn't enough. She kept pushing until
she knocked me over.
"Hmmm, better view from down there?" she asked as she squatted over my
prostrate figure, opening her cunt to view.
"Yes beautiful view, a very pretty pussy" I answered.
"It tastes good too, Jim. Taste my pussy."
"I...I...I can't" I stuttered. Eating pussy was always difficult for
me.
"What? You can't? Did I hear right?"
"I'm sorry" I wimpered. "I'll do anything but that" I pleaded.
"You'll do that too" she said. She turned around and squatted down
over me with her pussy above my face. "You'll do it and you'll it
willingly." She reached down and grabbed my cock and squeezed. It
hurt, but felt good. She started to jerk me off. I was close to
cumming. "Ready to eat yet?" she asked.
She was getting me hot and almost out of control. Then she reached
down and grabbed my balls. "Jim, I've got you 'by the balls' as they
say. You are going to eat my pussy and eat it well. The only
question is how much do I have to hurt your poor little nuts before
you give in. She was starting to slowly squeeze. I held my breath.
I opened my mouth in a silent yell. She must have known, because she
plunked her wet pussy down on my open mouth. I could taste her wet
pussy juices. Her legs clamped to the sides of my head. I still
wouldn't cooperate. Finally the pain was too great, I had to give in.
My tongue reached out and sought her clit and her love hole. She
eased off a little, just a little. I stopped and immediately she
squeezed again. I started cunt-lapping with a passion. I knew I was
under her control.
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To Be Continued -- let me know your comments and if you are interested
in a continuation.
Jim X.
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