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Subject: {ASSM} Natalie Part 2 -1 (Femdom, FF/m, humiliation, medical, NC, seduction, bondage, blackmail)
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Hello!
this is part 2, it sort of has taken on a life of its own, I cant seem
to control the story anymore, its moving faster than I expected, but
there should be gallons (lol) of humiliation in store in the next few
chapters.  I hope you love reading about college hotties who love
degrading losers, I know I cant stop writing about them.

oh and please feel free to join us at:
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there are more stories from other members, links to other great stories
from the past, and always a friendly ear if you have a story you have
been working on.  Thanks again for your comments, I really do
appreciate them and hope I can continue to make enjoyable stories.  On
a side note, I have to say a lot of my influences are Akasha (the first
stories I ever read way back in the day), Sardax, Whap Magazine,
Mistress Catherine of the movie Fetishes, and my new owner (Mia) who
has made all my dreams (and nightmares) come true.  ok enough babbling.


Natalie - Part 2


My head was pounding.  Literally pounding, I couldn't even open my
eyes the pain was so bad.  When I finally did wake up, it was almost
1pm.  God I hated being hung over.

What had she said?  If I still didn't feel good to give her a call?
Was she just making small talk or was she serious?  I remember talking
to some nurses once and have heard that when they've been drinking
the night before, they hook themselves to an IV and *POOOF* no more
hangover.  I could definitely deal with that!  Didn't she say her
roommate was pre-med?  Maybe she had access to an IV? Oh I would do
anything to get this steel drum band out of my head.  It was even
difficult to stand in the shower, my equilibrium was all screwy, I made
my mind up to call her and see if she could help.

"Oh does your head still hurt from last night?" her soft voice even
soothed the Mexican Hat Dance playing in my skull.

"Yes, I am really hurting, my stomach hurts too and I feel dizzy,"
I replied, I sounded weak, I felt it too.

"Hold on," I could hear her talking muffled through the phone.  Was
she laughing?  She was yelling to someone, maybe her roommate was home?
"My roommate says to come on over, she has just the thing to cure
you, but you have to trust us ok?  We will make you allllll better!
Building 3, apartment 1215" click.

That was it, she had hung up.  Great.  Now I was nervous.  Did she
really know what the heck to do or was I getting into some crazy shit
with some crazy college girls?  I couldn't have another drink, so her
cure had better not be the hair of the dog.  Or I am out of there!
I put on a button down shirt, combed my hair back and threw on some
Dockers.  I am sure I looked like some yuppie out of a sitcom, but I
didn't want to go over there without at least making an effort.  I
might have been under the weather, but she was still totally gorgeous.

I hit their buzzer precisely 15 minutes later.  I was excited.  My
heart was racing.  I didn't have a mirror, but I bet my eyes would
have been fully dilated.  Every sound around me I was aware of.  My
tongue felt covered in glue.  Although I was still definitely hung over
in a bad way, it didn't seem that bad.  That rush of adrenaline, just
like standing at the edge of the high dive and looking down.  As I
heard the door begin to turn, I crossed my fingers and breathed "here
goes nothing."

Like out of a dream, there she was in front of me.  I must have looked
terrible, even with the natty threads, because she only half smiled
before taking my arm and pulling me through the doorway.

"Oh you poor thing, it looks like you have been through a war, here
sit down over here."  She led me to their kitchen and I sat down at
the table while she excused herself for a moment.  Typical girl's
kitchen, everything nice and neat, pictures everywhere, a spice rack,
hell even little oven mitts that jived with the interior.  I was hoping
their cure was going to be more than the tea that was on the stove.  I
got my answer when the two girls came through the swinging kitchen
doors.  Both were in white nurses uniforms with their hair pulled back,
wearing white latex gloves and perched upon 3" stilettos.  They came
in and crossed their arms.  Her roommate, a complete Asian Goddess was
leading the way.

"Mr. Blackstone, I have spoken with Natalie and she said you were
hungover with a headache and stomach cramps, plus some minor aches and
possible vertigo?  Well not to worry, I have just the cure, but we are
going to need you to go into the bathroom and disrobe and then meet us
back in our medical room for treatment.

"Ok, thanks doc?"

"That's nurse to you, I am not a doctor yet," she smiled, I could
have died right there she was so beautiful.

"Yes, Nurse, I can't tell you how much this means to me, this
headache alone is driving me insane,"  I said as I got up fro the
kitchen and followed the two women down the hall.

What the heck was going on here?  Did they think I was faking it?  Were
they both going to cure me with a double shot of love?  I mean, holy
Christ, I might score with the two most beautiful women I have ever
laid eyes upon, and here I was barely able to walk straight and feeling
like absolute ass.  Kinky outfits too!  They were both wearing matching
outfits, right down to the white nurses hat and tight tops, and from
behind, I could easily tell that thongs were under their white skirts.
My knees were buckling as I imagined what it was like to be with the
two of them.

"Ok, now take off all your clothes, put this on, and knock on the
bathroom door when you are ready, Natalie will escort you to the
medical room."  I entered the bathroom, again it was such a girls
apartment.  How many little bottles of stuff and bars of whatever do
they need to look and smell as good as they do?  I saw my "gown"
and put on the blue smock-looking thing.  God I felt like an idiot.
They really did like to go the distance with these things.  I felt like
I was in a doctor's office.  But something didn't feel right.  Then
I saw it, in the mirror, my ass was clearly visible.  The blue gown had
the ass part cut out.  Or at least whatever was there wasn't there,
or had fallen off, the short of it was that my butt was out in the
breeze!  Literally!

"Um Natalie, I think I have a problem, my gown doesn't have-"

"Come on, don't be shy, its not like we haven't seen a little
boys butt before,"  I could hear her giggle through the door.  A
little boy?  I was easily 10 to 15 years older than her.  And surely I
should be able to wear my own clothes when I am getting an IV.  I guess
they're having a little fun at my expense.  Fine, just as long as
they get rid of this axe stuck in my head.  I bet they were laughing
their asses off, knowing I was in such pain and yet having to jump
through their hoops.  Looking at my butt in the mirror, I felt... taken
down a peg... Even though I knew this whole situation was ridiculous, I
involuntarily let out a sigh, and knocked on the door.

The door swung open slowly with a creak and Natalie motioned with her
clipboard for me to walk out in front of her.  Oh god, she was doing
this to me on purpose.

"I knew it, you do have a little boys butt!  Alright little boy, down
the hall and through the door on your right, its time for you to get
your medicine!" And she slapped my bare ass with her clipboard making
me jump.  I almost had to stop and pinch myself, was this real?  Was I
really half naked in the girl of my dream's apartment about to get
molested by her and her gorgeous roommate?  I was either dreaming or
the luckiest guy alive.

I opened the door and immediately my stomach was in my throat.  What
the hell kind of a room was this?  It looked more like a lab than a
medical room.  The beautiful dark haired Asian Princess was standing
next to a flat, white, leather table, her gloved hand was holding a
large tube and with her other she pointed to the table.

"Get up on the table, on all fours, and face that way, with your head
towards the mirror." She was pointing again.  I noticed the tube, it
was clear and thick, and it looked as though it was connected to a
large metal can attached to the top of a stand.

This was not what I expected.  She was serious!  Up on the table on all
fours?  She wasn't budging, her expression hadn't changed, but
there was no way I was getting up on that table like a dog.  Then
Natalie gave me a push from behind.

"You heard the nurse, get on the table and we will make you feel
better.  But you have to trust us little boy," she pinched my ass,
hard, and I yelped forward from the unexpected violation.  Before I
knew what I was doing, I climbed up on the table, facing the mirror,
and could see Natalie and the Asian Princess behind me, one pointing at
my naked butt while they both tried to hold back their laughter.  That
damn blue gown was doing nothing but exposing my ass and sliding up my
body.  I might as well have been naked.

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