Message-ID: <eli9703171134@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/year97/487870> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: jvstin@aol.com (Jvstin) Subject: New Jvstin Story: Moments of Gold A Draught of the River Lethe by Jvstin Direct all comments to jvstin@admin.con2.com Freely distributable as long as credit is given -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The students had been inattentive and almost truculent. A graduate student lab assistant had mistaken a clearly marked beaker of saline solution for a beaker of distilled water, and so neatly killed a tissue culture Robert had been working on. It wasn't a major disaster, as the culture was relatively new, but it all lead to a couple of aspirin with his glass of water as he drove back home. At least it was a Friday, he thought, and the weekend was more or less his until Sunday, when he would have to check on his culture once again. Even so, Robert shuffled into his home. "Hi honey." he said as his wife Jennifer came to the living room at the sound of the door opening. He stepped to her to give her a warm kiss of greeting, tempered and shortened due to his stressed out state. "Not feeling well, ashke?" Jennifer said, ending the kiss and embracing him instead. "No, today my brain went on overload, sweetie." He briefly outlined what had happened. Jennifer looked thoughtful. "Well, honey, I think you need a draught of the river Lethe." Robert's theater oriented wife was prone to such Shakespearean turns of phrase. Robert looked dumbfounded for a moment until he caught up with what Jennifer meant and then nodded. She wanted to help him to forget his troubles. "Good. I'll be back in a few moments. Draw the shades, strip, kneel and wait for me." "Strip?" Robert asked. His brain was still a bit fogged from the pressures of the day. Jennifer had an unamused expression. "Yes, strip. You should be naked whenever Mistress desires you to, and questioning my commands again will only get you punished." As if there was no possible answer to it, Jennifer walked out of the room toward the bedroom. Robert stared at the departing form of his wife, and finally understood what she had in mind and wasted no time making sure the neighbors could not peek in, and, after a moment of self embrassment, took off all his clothes and got on his knees, digging into the hardwood floor. At that moment, he heard the rustle of a bag, and, the clicking of high heels announcing her coming, Jennifer returned, wearing her Renissance Faire bustier and carrying a small black plastic bag, rustling as he held it against her side as she walked toward Robert. "Now, then, that wasn't so hard, was it, subbie? Oh, I see something is hard though." She looked him over, noticing an incipient erection. Robert was, indeed, finding this erotic, as new to him as it was. "Hmmm, I don't like you COMPLETELY naked." Jennifer reached into the bag and pulled out a slave collar. Where and when had she gotten that, Robert wondered. And, what else did that mysterious bag contain? He didn't dare move to try to read the logo. "I've always wanted to collar you, subbie, and now I shall, and declare you completely mine. Do you want to be collared by Mistress?" An offer Robert did not dare refuse. At best, the game would end, and at worst he would really annoy her. "Yes, Mistress." Jennifer smiled affectionately at the kneeling Robert. "Beg me for your collar, pet." "Mistress, please collar your humble subbie. Please make me yours." Robert pleaded, looking puppy dog eyes at Jennifer. "Well, then, I shall, and gladly." She locked the leather collar around his neck, a small silver plaque with the words Property of Jennifer engraved on it. Just below the plaque was a place to attach a leash, and she did so, a short chain. "Now, you look oh so cute with your collar and chain." She gave a slight playful tug of the leash, nearly knocking him off his knees as she laughed. She took the far end in her hands and led him on all fours to the couch and sat down on it as he knelt next to her. "Mistress wants a foot massage." she said, and proferred her heeled right foot to him, giving a slight tug of the leash again as a signal to begin. Robert took off the shoe and began to break apart Jennifer's toes. He had and did give massages to his wife of all kinds, and felt relieved that he was in his element again, so to speak. A purr of pleasure soon came from Jennifer as he continued to lovingly caress and soften his foot under his touch. He finished with the foot, and in an inspired moment, kissed it gently before replacing the shoe and beginning with the second. He was rewarded for his improvisation with a soft smile from Jennifer and she settled back for the second half of the foot massage. Robert caressed it as before, and kissed her foot again, and replaced her shoe. He then looked up at her for her reaction. She drowsily smiled at him, stirring after a blissful catnap during Robert's ministrations. She put a hand through her auburn hair. "Very good, subbie." A gentle tug of the leash again indicated she wanted him to rise, and brought his head close to hers. She kissed him roughly, aggressively, Robert finding himself unable to do more than passively submit to the kiss, as her tongue brazenly forced through his lips into his mouth. This seemed to only make Jennifer all the happier and more playful, as she gave a slight tug of the leash in one last outburst of kissing before breaking contact. "Now, I want you to get dressed. We are going out to eat, subbie." Robert would be normally confused, but he was delving deeper into his role as a submissive who did not have to make decisions. Such things were reserved for Mistress. Still, did she intend to leave the collar ON him when they went out? "Yes Mistress" he said after Jennifer had taken off the leash, but not the collar itself, as he retreated to the bedroom to change, getting a playful swat on the butt from his Mistress as he passed her. As he selected his clothes, Robert craftily selected a turtleneck sweater, so that the collar would hopefully be not seen. In the meantime, apparently, Jennifer had changed in the bathroom into a evening formal in black. She looked slightly annoyed at the turtleneck sweater and when she walked up to Robert, she pulled it down to expose the collar. She crooked a finger into the hook for the leash, applying a moment of pressure to his neck. "I see my subbie was naughty and doesn't want others to see his beautiful collar, hmmm? Well, I want them to. Also, when anyone asks, I want you to tell them what it means." She smiled devilishly as they walked to the front door and got in the car, with Jennifer driving. They went down the coast highway, Robert sittingly silently in his seat, facing forward. This did not stop Jennifer, however, from placing a free hand wherever she wanted...stroking his cheek, a tug of the collar, or a hand to his crotch, now in a erection from the undeniably erotic events since Robert got home. Robert felt relieved when they pulled into the parking lot of a local restaurant. Walking behind, they were soon seated at a table a tad too prominent for Robert's tastes. Some people were looking at them openly, or to be precise, him, as they ate. Jennifer surprised the waiter by immediately ordering for the both of them a rather expensive combination of seafood and poultry, as well as their wine. Robert was learning that when Jennifer decided to make decisions for him, she meant ALL decisions. Jennifer just seemed to revel in the attention they were attracting throughout the meal, from the soup appetizer through the main course. Robert finally asked Jennifer if he could go to the bathroom. "What, certainly, my loyal subbie, you may. Just do not forget what I said about the collar." Robert headed to the lavatory, hoping that it would be empty, or at least empty of men who would ask about it. Finding that the lavatory was indeed empty, he hurried his stop at the urinal to avoid having someone come in. He felt relieved, and returned to his smiling wife and continued the meal. Finally, as she ordered a rich chocolate brownie for the both of them, a short brown haired woman stepped over to them and spoke in a low voice, looking at Jennifer and Robert both. "Does that collar mean what I think it means?" she asked. Jennifer did not respond, and so Robert felt like the ball was in his court. "It means that Lady Jennifer is my Mistress, Ma'am" Robert said, not looking directly at the stranger, but with slightly lowered eyes. The nameless visitor to the table smiled at those words. "Well, if you two like to play with and in front of others, stop by my club sometime. Ask for Lucy." She pulled out a buisness card, black with white lettering, and handed it to Jennifer, who smiled and thanked her, whereupon Lucy departed. "Well, wasn't that interesting, subbie?" Jennifer said. "Perhaps one day we should visit, what do you think?" "Whatever my Mistress desires." Robert said, and was surprised in how automatic that response was. Finally, however, dinner was done, and Jennifer led him out of the restaurant and back to the car. The drive home was similar to the ride there, as Jennifer took whatever liberties she desired with Robert, as Robert felt himself compelled to only obey, to only be a good subbie. If you had asked him what had troubled him earlier in the day, he would be hard put for an answer. Indeed, the draught of Lethe created by Jennifer's conversion into his Mistress for the evening was taking effect. Upon arriving home, Jennifer had Robert strip for her again and reaffixed his leash to the collar. She watched his naked form with female amusement as she had him fix her a drink at the bar and turning on the stereo. She fingered the mysterious bag between sips of her drink as he then knelt obediently at her felt, his hair occassionally tousled by her hand. Finally, after 2 movements of Mozart, and a drink, Jennifer sighed and looked down at Robert's prostrate form. "I think it is time for you to pleasure me, subbie. Mistress desires your mouth." She had Robert slowly take off her gown, leaving the bustier. He noticed, now that he was close to it, that it was crotchless, and allowed access to her pussy. She finally reached into the bag and produced a cat of nine tails. Jennifer playfully stroked it against Robert's back. "Mistress' new toy will make sure you pleasure her properly. Oh, and I suggest you do so, since it will make it easier on you later." With that mysterious turn of phrase, she casually flicked the cat against Robert's back as he knelt to place his mouth on her inner thighs. With one hand on his leash, and the other occassionally striking his back, his ass, and his thighs, she had devised a scheme for controlling his mouth. He soon was switching from her clit to her pussy, to licking her sex up and down like an ice cream cone and back again on command. A few minutes of his mouth soon had her stop flailing with the cat, and clenched his head with his hands as he licked and sucked to her orgasm. Even after, Robert continued to apply his mouth to her wet sex until a tug on the leash stopped him. "You have a talented mouth, subbie." Jennifer finally said, her moans and purrs of pleasure ended, and merely feeling the warm afterglow. "Now, be good and crawl to the bedroom and kneel on the bed and wait for Mistress." Robert did not have to be told twice, and made his way across the hardwood floor to their bedroom and bed. Several minutes later, Jennifer entered and smiled at Robert. She no longer had the cat in her hand, but had a medium length slender object. Robert's heart raced as he realized that it was a dildo! He watched, rapt, as Jennifer began slowly inserting it in and out of her sex. "See, subbie, the wetter you got me with your mouth, the wetter the dildo will be." She writhed a bit as she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy, drenching it in her juices. "Now, Mistress has always wanted to fuck your cute little subbie ass. I think tonight is a good night for you to lose your anal virginity, don't you agree slave?" Robert gulped nervously and stammeringly nodded int he affirmative. While having sex with Jennifer before, she had sometimes inserted a wet finger into his rectum and it had felt good, but this was a horse of a different color. Jennifer just smiled. "Oh, don't worry, subbie, I think you will enjoy it. She stepped over to him, and had him get on his hands and knees. She placed a pair of pillows under his body, so that he was bent over them. This, Robert realized, made his ass a very easy target for Jennifer and her dildo. Jennifer then placed an exploratory finger, moistened with her spit at the entrance of his rectum and began to slowly insert it, pressing against the walls with her finger, wiggling it back and forth. "Wiggle your ass for me subbie. Show me how much you want me to fuck it." Jennifer said in a tone of lace covered steel. Robert moaned a bit and slowly ground his ass back against Jennifer's finger. Finally she slipped it out and began pressing the slick dildo's head against the slightly opened rectum and ever so slowly began to work it inside him. "Does my subbie want to cum while he is being fucked?" Jennifer asked Robert as she slid the dildo in another quarter inch. Robert's manhood, having had no relief all evening, was rock hard and throbbing with need. Even though the idea of having an orgasm while getting fucked with a dildo was humiliating to Robert, the buildup of the night had led Robert to the situation where he wanted to cum at any cost. "Yes, Mistress" he said in a moaning voice, a mixture of discomfort, humiliation and even pleasure at the slick dildo penetrating him. "I want to cum." "Then you may stroke yourself subbie." Jennifer ordered, having inserted the dildo as far as it could go and was now content to slide in into and out of this depth. "Come for your Mistress." Robert, beginning to enjoy the penetration began pushing his ass backward in time to the thrusts. Robert's hand went to his erection, giving it the stimulus it had wanted all night long. Soon after, it began to shake and Robert screamed "Mistress!" as he ejaculated onto the bed while Jennifer fucked him faster and faster with the dildo. She gave him one last good thrust and slid the dildo out. Robert panted for a few moments, lying in disbelief at what had just happened. He then felt Jennifer's hand on his manhood, beginning to softly stroke it. As if it had a mind of it's own, it began to slowly start to become erect again. "Ah, good, my subbie's cock is waking up. Fucking you with the dildo made me hot, and now I want to ride my nice subbie's cock." She rolled Robert over onto his back, and revealed the last item in the mysterious black bag, a pair of fur lined handcuffs. She locked Robert's hands together above his head which only increased Robert's erection. He really was getting turned on again. Jennifer slowly and sexily took off the bustier, allowing Robert a full view of what she was doing, smiling at her captive. A vision of naked loveliness, she slid her wet sex onto his waiting erection. Robert was more or less passive as Jennifer controlled the fuck with long slow rides up and down her subbie's cock. As she began to get excited, she began to get more aggressive, sliding faster and harder on the full erection and occassionally pinching one or both of Robert's nipples with a forefinger and thumb. Harder and harder she began to ride him, as her orgasm was approaching, Robert's still a bit off since he had been so recently spent. Still, both moaned as Jennifer began to shudder as she finally reached it, furiously riding and bucking Robert, who finally was put over the edge not too much later as he began pumping his semen into her as Jennifer twisted his nipples hard one last time. She let him rest inside her for a few moments before rolling off of him and kissing him aggressively once more, whispering evilly and seductively that she would one day, in a future time, teach him about nipple clamps and sucking his semen out of her pussy. Robert only shivered with nervous delight at the words. "Time to sleep my good subbie." Jennifer said, and had Robert change the come drenched sheets and then change her from the bustier to her nightgown. Finally, she took off the leash but not the collar and handcuffs before they both retired to bed. They lay in bed for a little while, Robert passively lying in her arms, Jennifer sighing and making casual remarks about how good it was to have a subbie to warm one's bed. At 12:01, the new day upon them, Jennifer kissed him, as a wife, not as a Mistress or anything else. For now, at least, the game was done. "So, Robert, what exactly bothered you today?" To Robert's surprise and Jennifer's delight, he said. "I don't remember...Mistress." She tousled his hair playfully and they soon blissfully went to sleep. The End. Paul Weimer "A little censorship is like being a little bit pregnant..." Paul Weimer Staten Island NY jvstin@aol.com -- Story Submission: <URL:mailto:story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Moderator Contact: <URL:mailto:story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Newsgroup FAQ: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/faq.html> Archive site (could be better): <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/>