Message-ID: <12501eli$9806251331@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12501.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part twenty four Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail 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> X-Original-Message-ID: <35927fe1.30832400@news.ip.pt> In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. http://www.mschristine.com/bank.html Part Twenty-four. Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson. Despite his position, the sight gave David another uncomfortable erection. She pushed her panties down to her stocking tops, lifted the perspex toilet lid, and regally took up her position on the 'throne'. Once again David looked up at the centre of her sexuality. That which she had brought him to revere. There was no longer any question in his mind. He was owned by her, his purpose now defined. To serve the female sex. To serve Karin. Without a word, she urinated a second long stream upon him. Her complete silence made him feel more like her toilet than a person. Even if he hadn't liked what she had said the first time, at least speaking to him was acknowledging him. Dropping tissue in on him, she flicked open the locking catches, pulled out the perspex retaining sheet and dropped it on the bath mat. Then she washed her hands at the wash basin and her heels clicking she sauntered out of the bathroom, down the stairs and out to the waiting lift. Her car was waiting downstairs, and as her chauffeur pulled away she felt a shiver of raw power, like pure energy, surge through her body. Yes, she was definitely on a winning streak. This was going to be a week to remember. David made the obvious and correct assumption that she had finished with him, temporarily at least. He managed to extricate himself from her toilet, and lay on the floor with his head under her shower until his head felt clean again. His restrainer allowed him just enough movement to point her hairdryer in the direction necessary to dry his hair. Raising a towel that high was impossible. He wasn't exactly tidy, but he did feel clean and dry, on the outside at least. Although the psychological impact of her treatment had left him feeling worthless and degraded. It was becoming clear to him that he deserved to be treated as an inferior. When he got downstairs he found a list of chores and a dinner menu beside her discarded breakfast things. A short note explained, 'Complete the list by the time I return, help yourself to food. Prepare my dinner for seven this evening. I have left you five cigarettes.' Five cigarettes, that was nothing like the twenty a day he had become used to, but it was better than the one butt she had allowed him on Sunday. Desperate for a smoke, he used the first of his five immediately. One of his many chores included laundering her discarded lingerie. As he collected the skimpy articles, especially the elderberry coloured frilly items, memories flooded back. He was forced to use the bidet to suppress his lust once more. ------------------------ After her meeting and a busy day on the telephone, the deal was sewn up to Karin's satisfaction. Regulations may have been bent a little, but through several 'representatives' the 'raid' had gone according to plan. She had sold short her competitors stock until it started to tumble, a major risk. Then bought back much more than she needed at less than it was worth. She and the few friends she had orchestrated the plan with now controlled a majority of the shares. The excess she sold off, even turning a cash profit on the day. She wouldn't show her hand of course, not until the dust had settled on the days business at the stock exchange. One wouldn't want to provoke an investigation. No-one quite knew what had caused such a major blip in their share value, but everyone was comfortable that it had returned to it's original price. When the time came, her nominee would surely be made Managing Director, since she now held the controlling votes. That was, after all said and done, all that counted. It was four in the afternoon when Karin dialled Christine's number on her private line. She arranged to call round straight away and collect her order. Christine's love and life was creating new toys. The toys she designed were by no means ordinary, nor for children. Karin had been shown some very sophisticated gadgetry on her previous visits. Karin was pleased to accept an invitation to dine with Christine that evening. She had ordered a rather novel gag, and while she was there it might be fun to discuss some of her fantasies and see what else Christine could create. The dinner David was preparing at home for her could always be mashed up and fed to him over the next couple of days. It would be best not to try his first attempt anyway. ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html Christine & David Stevenson ......Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program..... Warning! 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