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Subject: {ASSM} Natalie Part 5 - 1  (F/m, F+/m, femdom, blackmail, college, bondage, reluctant, NC, torture, humiliation)
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Hope all of you enjoy reading the Natalie series.  Working on Part 6
right now, if you enjoy this story, please see my yahoo group, its free
and every story I have there i publish here as well.  Its also a good
spot for other readers of femdom or writers to hang out.  check it:

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

and thanks for your comments and support, i really do appreciate every
word and am always open to story ideas, etc.

david (the pathetic loser)



NATALIE Part 5


He woke up, naked, his body aching.  His back hurt and his legs were in
cramps.  It was still dark.  The dog cage didn't have much padding
and was not long enough for him to fully recline.  It was about 4 feet
long and 2 feet wide.  Not a lot of room.  He did have a blanket and
small pillow.  He tried to roll over and rest on his other hip.  He
fell back asleep, but only for about an hour.  He shifted again,
repeating the cycle all night long.  When he heard someone stirring in
the apartment he shuffled around and listened intently.  He couldn't
see anything; a blanket was covering his cage.  He had no idea what
time it was or how long he had been there.

"Please, Natalie... Mai... can you please come and let me out?  My
back is killing me, this cage is too small to sleep in, please!" he
yelled out, hoping one of the girls would hear him and come to his
rescue.  He was tired and hurting all over.

He heard footsteps walking around.  Then the sound of a toilet flushing
and a sink running.  Then the footsteps were approaching his cage.
Thank God!

The bright lights hurt his eyes as the blanket was taken off of the
cage.  The windows in the room were open, it was morning.  He had made
it through the night, but he was exhausted, he never got more than 2
hours of sleep at a time.  His muscles were cramping and he couldn't
get his head to stop pounding.  He saw her silhouette, the morning sun
shining bright behind her, hiding her features from him.

"So, puppy, how do you like your new home?" his eyes began to
adjust.  Oh God, she looked absolutely gorgeous.  So this is how she
looks when she wakes up.  It was Natalie, her hair was a fountain of
blonde, spilling all around her body.  The sun behind her created
different patterns and colors, she was almost glowing like an angel.
She was wearing a long sleeved pink and white striped button down
nightshirt that came down to her hips.  Her thin, tanned legs and
enormous chest made his pulse race.  The buttons near the top of her
shirt were open, and the others seemed to be stretching to their limit
from the weight of her chest.  She bent over in front of him, giving
him a most excellent view of her cleavage.

"Here puppy, I will let you out, but first, open your mouth" she
said, her sweet voice playing through his head.  He was already caught
like a fly in her web again.  He didn't notice the pain in his back
and hips, he was lost in her like he was every time her saw her.  It
was everything about her, her smile, her eyes, her legs and of course
her chest.  Her cleavage alone literally mesmerized him.  He couldn't
look away and he couldn't think.  All he could do was remember how
her breasts felt like against his face when he was doing shots with her
in his apartment.  How did he find himself in this position...?

"Come on, loserboy, open that mouth of yours, that's it..." she
trailed off and stuck her hand in between the bars.  He opened his
mouth, only half aware of what he was doing.  Her chest pressed up
against the top of the cage and her shirt rode up over her thighs and
hips as she reached down to give him a treat.  A dog treat.  He
whimpered when he saw the pink and white matching panties she was
wearing underneath her shirt.  He never saw the doggie biscuit in her
hand, how could he have?  Heaven was inches from his face, just outside
the bars, a tiny triangle of material held by small strings.  He was
aroused, already his hard-on was raging and his mouth was dry.

Then he felt something in his mouth.

"Chew it up and swallow," she backed away from the cage and put her
hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side waiting for him to
comply.   He just started up at her, still in half a daze, then
realized what she had given him and abruptly spit it out.  He looked up
at her in disbelief.

"What the hell is going on here!  I am not a dog!  I am not going to
sit here and eat dog biscuits and be your amusement!" he was upset,
he had no sleep, he was angry at the feelings of betrayal and his
arousal only made him twice as confused.  "Natalie, you two have to
stop this at once, I am serious..."

Natalie let one of her hands fall to her side.  With the other hand,
she slowly, delicately and with purpose, undid another button on her
shirt.  She looked him in the eyes and raised an eyebrow as even more
of her cleavage was now visible.  She lowered herself to her knees,
pulled her shirt further apart, exposing more of her chest to him, and
pushed her chest up against the metal bars.  His heart was a
jackrabbit.

"C'mere..." she whispered to him and reached into the cage with
both hands, her smile was wide and welcoming, her elbows were keeping
her cleavage at an obscene angle against the cage.  Her hands grabbed
his ears and tenderly pulled him forward, until his head was stuck in
between the bars, and his nose was nestled right in her cleavage.  He
was enveloped as much as he could be in her warmth, he could feel her
chest rise and fall and tears sprang to his eyes as he was once again
safe within her.

She loved feeling his breath there, so close to something he will
never, ever have.  Ever!  With one hand on his head, and the other
picking up the dog treat he had spit out, she maneuvered the biscuit
right to the edge of his lips and then whispered down to him again.

"Be a good boy, open up, chew and then swallow.  I need you to obey
me.  Don't you like me?  Don't you like being here, being so close
me?  Don't you want to make me happy?  Give in to me, stop thinking
and give in to me.  You know you want to, you need me."  His
breathing was coming in quick gasps.  He kept thinking he was going to
pass out.  He wanted her so badly.  He felt a chill run through his
body as her chest moved against his face when she spoke.  Natalie took
the biscuit and pushed it in between his lips.  "In your mouth,
loser!" she thought to herself as she grinned inwardly, knowing he
was helpless against her.  "Girls with big tits get what ever they
want."

She then let her hand trail down from his mouth, and skillfully, with
her thumb and finger, pinched the head of his cock straining in his
boxers.  She pinched it in time with his heart beat.  She could feel
his whole body shake with each pinch.  Her pinches turned to slow
circles around the tip of his tent pole with the palm of her hand.  He
was delirious.

"Chew..." she whispered again, down to his face, planted firmly in
between her glorious cleavage.  He moaned and she heard the first bite,
the crack of the dog biscuit, the crack of his ego, his fractured
personality that she intended to utterly tear down until only the most
pathetic parts of him remained.  He moaned again as her other hand
unfastened another button on her shirt, he tried to bend the bars with
his face to get his head out.  He was chewing over and over, grinding
the dog biscuit up.  He didn't care at this point what it tasted
like, he just wanted her.  He would do anything.

She pinched his nose shut with one hand and then grabbed his balls with
the other.  His eyes betrayed both pain and fear.  She looked deep into
him, through him, to his soul.  He could barely breath, he was trapped
in her grasp and held by her gaze.  "Are you enjoying your breakfast
now, loser?  Look at you, eating a dog bone!  Where did all that fight
and backbone go?  I will tell you where it went, but I think you
already know, don't you?  You surrendered it to me!  Look at you, in
a cage, your balls in my hand, and your mouth full of doggie treats!
Pathetic!  And you wanted to be my boyfriend, ha!  Look at you!
Don't tell me that I can't make you do anything I want!  And today,
puppy, today I am going to break any last little bit of resistance and
dignity that you have!  Now, SWALLOW!" she shouted at him, squeezing
his testicles a little harder, and without even thinking twice he
downed the dog treat.  He felt the soft, mushy, crumby biscuit scratch
his throat as it went down.  He gagged for a second and then swallowed
again.

She let go of his balls and un-pinched his nose, smiling as if she had
never raised her voice once, "Such a good boy... Now let me get your
special collar and then I can let you out of your cage and show you the
apartment. You've really only seen the medical room, and I know you
cant wait to be in there again, hmmm?"

He swallowed again and watched her walk out of the room.  Her legs, her
feet, even her toes were perfect.  And the way her shirt rode just
above the bottom of her ass, the bottom of her thong teasing him, made
his pulse throb.  She came back in a minute with her roommate.  Mai was
wearing a black, triangle bikini top and cut-off gray and baby blue
sweatpants as shorts, no shoes, just her adorable Asian feet.  Her hair
was in pigtails and she looked like she could be going to the beach or
maybe even tailgating.  Both girls were talking and messing around with
some chain and collar as they walked up to his cage.  He could see that
Mai had some sort of cane?  But it was metal with a big dial and red
button near the top.  What the hell?

"Now puppy, I am going to open your cage.  When I do, I need you to
crawl on all fours over to us so that we can attach your new collar.
If you try any funny business, we will wake you up and remind you
again, Mai's cattle prod can sometimes be a little too much for
people and they usually pass out.  Don't make her use it on you, we
really don't want to, but if you don't listen, we will have to."
Natalie looked at her roommate and laughed as Mai pressed the red
button, sending sparks and little bolts of lightening dancing around
the tip of the cattle prod.

"Oh Jesus," he thought to himself, the effect of her cleavage
brainwashing session was beginning to wear off and he was desperate to
get the hell out of here.  But with that cattle prod... he wasn't
sure if he should make a break for it now, or play along and try to
make an escape later, when they didn't suspect it.  The problem, he
knew but wouldn't admit to himself, was that the longer he was under
her spell, the less and less likely he was to resist.  If he didn't
try to get out now, he might not want to leave when the next
opportunity comes around, he might be so far gone that he couldn't
ever get away. And then what... and then what...

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