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From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby)
Subject: <500 words: Poe by Seurat
I'm reposting this story as per Celeste's request for her shortie
contest; if you like it please let her know. Even if you don't, tell
her you did. I won't mind. Really. Info on the contest can be
found on a.s.s.m. Don't read any further if your under age, have a
thing against sex, or violate any of the other normal restrictions
placed on stories like this.
Poe, by Seurat
Paul pressed his eye to the hole in the closet door. His view
was of the main bedroom, specifically the master bed upon which his
wife Joanne was currently maturbating with her favorite dildo. Paula
felt his own erection strain against her latest gift; a steel chastity
belt padlocked tightly under his latex french maid outfit. His arms,
tied together in a single glove behind his back, had been connected to
a steel hook in the closet's ceiling, leaving him tottering on his
high heels. A penis gag and hood made sure that he didn't complain.
The only noise he could make was to jingle the small bell that dangled
between his legs, which was his form of a safeword. He otherwise
couldn't move nor speak
Not that he would have said anything. He enjoyed being dominated
like this. He had pressured Joanne for months into dominating him
showing her the internet stories and the imported magazines on femdom.
She reluctantly came around to his way of thinking, her domination over
him starting with housework and sex denial and then growing daily. She
was opened to his suggestions, and even followed some. She even signed
his slave contract, giving everything he ever had to her. Tonight he was
promised something special, and his imagination was going wild.
A knock on the front door snapped his wine-fogged mind back to
reality. Joanne smiled at him, though she couldn't see him, and went
naked to answer the door. Paul heard voices but couldn't hear words and
resigned himself to waiting. What could it be? A big-cocked black man
taking her anally, or maybe her lesbian lover here to feminize him?
Joanne re-entered the room, this time dressed in sweat pants and a
T-shirt. Behind her was a thin, gawky man Paul thought he recognized.
It was Daryl, a programmer from Paul's company. Joanne turned and
pulled down Daryl's pants, then pushed him back onto the bed. She
immediately put her mouth on Daryl's cock and licked it until it's full
five
inches was hard, then engulfed the entire thing. Daryl moaned as she
worked him, gasped as he came, then smiled while she licked him dry.
They got off the bed, and Daryl pulled his pants back up. Paul had
never liked the wimp; anybody that didn't participate in football or
basketball was probably a fag, and should be beat up on a regular basis.
He watched as his wife reached under the bed and pulled out their
suitcases, which seemed full by the way she was handling them. Daryl
picked them up and headed for the door.
"Anything in the closet, hon? The dam's gates close tomorrow, and by
Thursday this place will be thirty feet under. It's now or never."
"No, just some old baggage from my first marriage that I think I
would
rather just leave behind." She turned off the light as she left the room.
She smiled when she heard the bell ringing. "Goodbye, Fortunato."
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