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Subject: {ASSM} Natalie Part 1 - 1: Femdom, F+/m, humiliation, voyer, college, seduction, blackmail
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This is a story about a girl I knew in college, or wish I had known.
If themes of female dominance, blackmail, and humiliation are your
thing, please enjoy.  I also have a yahoo group located at:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/femdomfixion/

please feel free to join.

NATALIE Part 1 -1


She is devastatingly beautiful.  It's hard for me to describe her
without immediately getting stuck on the image of her in my head,
becoming lost in her beauty, aroused, intoxicated, and completely
overwhelmed.  Her body makes me weak, but it's her smile that breaks
all of my resistance.  It's such a sweet smile, with her bright eyes
sparkling and her lip gloss shimmering.  If you saw her, you wouldn't
be able to look away, not the first time.  Your whole being would cry
out and your mind would shut down.  Trust me, I have seen it with other
men.  It is as if she is a super weapon, from the future, a beautiful
terminatrix.  She is 5'8 or 5'9 and in heels she's close to 6'
tall.  Her legs are like porcelain towers, with perfect French
manicured toes.  Her hips are those of a real woman, and her ass fills
out jeans, makes skirts dance, and mocks all the boys when its wearing
only a thong.  Like she is now.  Sunning in the courtyard, laying on
her stomach, reading a magazine without a care in the world.  Sipping
on a drink, the straw touching her glossy lips, while flipping
aimlessly through Vogue.

Thank God for summer.  She has been doing this everyday for at least
the last 2 weeks, that is to say, I have been watching her from my
apartment for the last two weeks.  My apartment is directly above the
courtyard, and like a kid first discovering the beauty of a woman for
the first time, I am in heart-racing bliss.  How could she be so
perfect?  She is my neighbor, a college girl I think, living in the
apartment complex.  How could I be so lucky?

Her top is off, as she rests her body on her elbows, her back soaking
in the sun, reading some magazine, maybe its Cosmo or Vogue, I can't
tell.  God she is stunning.  Oh how I wished I was down in the
courtyard, laying out, stealing glances at her cleavage.  It is beyond
impressive.  She has to be a D or possibly a double D.  And despite her
gravity defying chest, she has a waist that would make a corset
whimper.  It's hard to imagine she exists in real life, because she
is every man's dream.  Honey colored hair, straight and long, pours
out from her head and down over her shoulder on one side.  I can see a
little pool of either sweat or oil forming on her lower back.  Her
waist is so tiny, it forms a valley between her unstoppable hips and
her arched back.  I dream of being over her, licking the sweat off of
her body while she ignores me and continues to read or talk on the
phone with her girlfriends.

But I am not down in the courtyard.  I am up in my apartment, like a
peeping tom, like a pervert, peering over the window sill, watching
her, hoping she won't see me but also hoping she will roll over on
her back so I can finish off while staring at her face and her chest.
I know she won't sunbathe topless, but the bikinis she wears are so
small, it's a moot point.  I am touching myself, I can't help it.
Sometimes I do it three or four times in one tanning session.  I am
helpless.  I have no self-control when it comes to her.  I would do
anything, no matter how humiliating or self-destructive to garner just
a smile,  just anything to be acknowledged by her, to be apart of her
world.  But to her I don't even exist.  I am invisible, which for the
current situation, is just perfect.  If only I could get her to notice
me, even if it meant nothing but a contemptuous sneer or haughty laugh
in return.

Now she is on the phone, laughing and smiling, not a care in the world,
her legs flailing up and down with glee.  Oh I would do anything to be
the object of her attention, even if it was all ill placed.

.........................................

"Yes, he's watching you again!  I can see him staring down at you,
oh he's shameless."  Her roommate observed from across the
courtyard in her apartment.

"Is he enjoying himself?"  Natalie asked, already knowing what she
would say, loving the power she had over weak-willed men.

"Oh you know it", the roomie confirmed, "I swear I think he is
using both hands.  I bet his wall is a stained, filthy, disgusting
mess.  So gross!  I can't even think about it!"

They both laughed, Natalie had to remember that her top was off, she
almost rolled off her lawn chair she was laughing so hard.

"Oh God Natalie, you have to see this video when you get back, he's
such a disgusting masturbator.  oh Jesus, he's jerking himself harder
now since you have started laughing.  Oh my God, I think he just came,
you should see his sick, twisted face, I think I am going to have
nightmares!  He's gone from the window, I don't think he will be
back."

"I give him 5 minutes and he will..  For a loser, he does have
remarkable staying power," Natalie grinned inwardly.

"What so good about that?" her roommate asked, "A geek like that
should be neutered to prevent his genes from infecting the human
race!"  Natalie's roommate crinkled her nose in disgust, just
thinking about his offspring made her sick to her stomach.

"You are missing the bigger picture, silly.  His constant hard-on
draws him to me... wraps him around my finger.  Usually these
weak-kneed jerky boys pull their moneysticks until they shoot and then
feel ashamed and run away and hide.  I don't get much more than
amusement out of them, but this one... Well, lets just say his
resilience is going to be his ultimate down fall!"  Natalie was now
wet between her legs, just thinking about the plans she had for this
new pervert under her spell.  She could almost feel him wrapped around
her finger already.  She knew she had some work to do, but the
groundwork was being laid and soon, well, sooner than later, he would
be in way over his head.

Natalie loved her roommate, Mai, she was as beautiful but not as
adventurous as herself.  But she really loved her designer name brands
and had turned Natalie on to loads of expensive fashion accessories.
Purses, handbags, shoes, sunglasses, the list for a girl with means was
endless, or in this case, a girl with the right assets.  The two girls
were like long lost sisters.  They had one thing in common besides
their love of fashion, they both loved to crush the egos of men,
especially those of inferior, scrawny, pathetic "men."  The type of
guy who would, inevitably, succumb to the girls desires to humiliate
and degrade them, giving in to the girls in the hopes that it would
lead them into their beds.  Ha, that would never happen!  Each tug by
the girls on the invisible penis-leash would be a tug towards the cage,
a tug towards their own emasculation, a pull that, while pleasurable at
the time, would lead to their doom.  The further the men would go, the
more the girls would laugh and want to humiliate them even more!
Talking with Mai, Natalie recalled the boy they had met at lunch one
day in the school cafeteria.  God, to think that they eventually had
him naked in their room, Natalie sitting on his lap while shopping
online with his creditcard.  When Mai had brought out the enema
equipment (she's a pre-med major), the look on his face was
priceless.  But it was seeing him stick his head in the expelled GALLON
of filth and blow bubbles while jerking himself with brazen oblivion
that the girls knew they could get any man to do whatever they wanted.
It was that feeling of ultimate power.

"Omg Natalie you are right, he's back again, and I think he's
literally drooling!  Ugh I can't watch anymore."  Her dark almond
eyes squinted at the pervert across the courtyard.  She flipped her
straight black hair from her face and began to stretch.  As the only
Asian cheerleader on the squad, she always felt she had to be better
than everyone else.  Her firm, toned body turned the heads of both men
and women.

"Oh ok, but do me a favor, just check back in exactly 10 minutes.  I
am going to turn over and 'forget' to put my top on when I roll
over.  I want to hear his reaction," Natalie was plotting now,
probing for his weaknesses.

"Ok, Ok, I will ring you back in 10 minutes, I gotta take a shower
after I stretch, I feel disgusting watching that dork-faced perv, ciao
Natalie."

Natalie clicked her phone closed.  It took all of her will power not to
look up at the sicko.  She put her phone on the small table and slowly,
purposefully straightened her thong with her perfectly manicured hand,
knowing this would send shudders of pleasure through his body.  As she
ran her index finger down the crack of her ass to smooth out her
bikini, she could almost feel the eyes of the worm on her, but instead
of feeling violated, she cataloged the event and promised herself that
he would pay for each and every little infraction.  "Losers like him
deserve to pay," she pondered, "because lets face it, its all he is
good for and he would never have a chance with me in my world."  Oh
how his little fantasy world will soon come crumbling down around him,
and she would be there to watch it all with a perfect smile on her
face!

"Just you wait, geek-breath," she thought to herself, "it wont be
long until these manicured fingers are tugging you by your hard-on
right over the edge, right into my trap..." she smiled outwardly as
she continued to browse through Cosmo, looking forward to the days that
would lie ahead.

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