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Subject: Educating Darren, Part Seven
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Story:- Educating Darren,
by Ms. Christine Stevenson.
http://www.mschristine.com
Part Seven.
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Alise checked Darren's position through the spyhole
before entering the room with the tray. Darren looked
up from his sitting position on the edge of the bed. He
had not really had enough time to try and explore the
rest of the room yet. It would be a long process
encumbered as he was by the heavy chains. As he saw the
maid approaching, his spirits lifted a little. Not only
was he starving hungry, he was hopeful of finding out a
little more about what was going on.
Alise put the tray on the floor about two paces in
front of Darren. "Madam says you are to eat it all up,
as you will need your strength for the next part of
your training. I can't put it any closer, I'm afraid,
Madam said not."
Alise sounded genuinely apologetic, so Darren risked a
question.
"What the hell does she want me here for anyway? Is
this some sort of game?"
"Oh, no! Madam is deathly serious. Apparently you have
been irritating her for some while. She feels very
strongly that you do not show enough respect for the
fairer sex. She also blames you for the fact that her
new house is behind schedule. I am glad I am not in
your shoes", said Alise, as 's/he' turned to go.
"Wait!" said Darren, "Does she intend to let me go
sometime?"
"I am sorry, but it is more than my life is worth to
answer any more questions. Madam sees and hears
everything," and with that he disappeared through the
door and relocked it.
Darren put his mind to closing the gap between him and
the food. There was a large pitcher of water and a
glass on the tray but he could not tell what the food
was going to be because it was under a large silver
cover. One thing was for sure it must be cold because
he could not make out any smells at all.
He lowered himself onto the floor and edged his way
towards the tray. The first thing he did was to down
three glasses of cold water and despite his crawling
posture he began to feel a little more human again. So
much so that he began to fantasise about a nice cold
chicken leg or two hiding under the lid. He was sorely
disappointed however, when he lifted the silver cover
to find a stale loaf of bread. Hunger quickly overtook
the disappointment and he devoured it in a manner not
dissimilar to that of an animal.
When he had quite satiated his appetite and thirst he
crawled to the bed, levered himself to something closer
to a standing position and shuffled over towards the
toilet. He was now desperate to relieve himself and
wanted to perform at least that task in some privacy
before the boss lady came back.
She had been right, he would have to sit down. Just as
he let himself go, with a sensation of relief, he heard
her high heels approaching him and her tormenting voice
say, "You seem to be managing quite well. Perhaps I
have made things a little too comfortable for you. If
you like I will give it a shake for you. I don't think
you will be able to manage that by yourself, and I
don't want a lot of messy drips all over my floor."
Darren's self respect and high opinion of himself were
ebbing away by the minute. He was being totally
humiliated by this gorgeous woman and all he could
think of was that she was going to touch him again. He
had eaten and drunk but he had still not come.
Inevitably his erection began to return with a
vengeance.
She made him rise into what passed for a standing
position and when she had shaken every last drip off
she began to gently rub her hand up and down the shaft,
then she let her finger tips dance up and down and
around. He closed his eyes and his excitement grew
until he thought he was going to burst. At precisely
the wrong moment for him, she stopped.
End of Part seven:-
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Christine & David Stevenson
Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program
Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix.
Runs on all computers that are web capable
Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com
http://www.mschristine.com/program.html
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