Message-ID: <13350eli$9807241434@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13350.txt> From: beck_and_call@hotmail.com Subject: AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY chapters 1 & 2 (MF,FF,femdom,cbt,ws,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6p9s7o$rig$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY was written in alternating chapters by Lady Mowbray & slave jason. Each chapter reflects their respective points of view. It is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment only. You must be of legal age to read it. Copyright © 1998 OZAM Enterprises. Your comments are encouraged at: beck_and_call@hotmail.com ================== AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY Chapter 1: Lady Mowbray Amanda Mowbray walked up behind the lone man who was leaning on the steel rail at the isolated lookout. She cupped his bottom with one hand and said " I hope you are Jason." He turned to see a tall blonde exactly as she had described herself over the telephone. About 5ft 10ins, shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing the clothes they had agreed to. A button through, long sleeved white blouse. A blue wrap around mini, fastened with velcro. Although he couldn't see, he hoped she was wearing a front opening bra, crotchless white knickers, suspender belt and black stockings. " Yes ." He said with obvious excitement. " Come with me." It was a voice that was used to being obeyed. He followed her meekly to her black Volvo car. " Get in." " Now, put your hands back here." She was bent behind his seat. As he did as he was told, he felt his wrists being tied together behind the seat with a strip of cloth. She leaned in front of him and opened the glove box. He could smell her perfume and wanted to bury his face in her hair. Inside the box was a small mirror with a strip of flesh coloured surgical tape on it. She peeled it off and placed it firmly across his mouth. She smiled as she smoothed down the edges onto his cheeks. She got into the driver's seat and started the engine. Before moving off she put her hand on his thigh and began to search for his penis. She found it. Hard and trapped against his leg by his underpants. " That's a good start," she said, patting it none too gently. Then the car slid smoothly and silently out of the car park and onto the empty highway. Chapter 2: slave jason Jason had been in Australia only 3 days visiting a friend. He didn't expect to be set up on a blind date but Mark, his old college roommate, thought that he should give Amanda call. "You'll just love her, really," Mark goaded him. "She has the same interests as you, trust me." Those words rang in Jason's ears. "Trust him?" he thought. "This clown was the campus practical joker. Why should I trust him?" Mark never pulled anything more than harmless pranks on Jason, but it did usually involve dating and women. The most memorable being when he set Jason up on a date with a transvestite. Harmless hijinks but not very funny or original either. One thing was for sure this time, Amanda was all woman. He spoke to her on the telephone for about an hour prior to their date, but she seemed evasive on certain topics. But she had a sexy voice and did not lie when she described her good looks. Since he would be heading back home to California in a week, they agreed to cut to the chase and get right to the sexual part of the relationship. She set up a kidnapping scenario over the phone and Jason quickly agreed. He had always been interested in that type of thing, bondage and such. But he never really tried it with a complete stranger. After all, dominance and submission is based on trust. What was this then? Insanity, he decided. But he couldn't deny the heightened arousal he was experiencing at the hands of this long-legged goddess. They were already on the highway for an hour when Jason took a peak at Amanda. She warned him on the phone that he was to keep his eyes forward during the car trip. But he hadn't expected the ride to last so long and her scent was driving him mad with lust. He glanced at her from the pointed tips of her gleaming black pumps to the top of her amber mane. She shot him a glare and he retreated. Amanda intimidated Jason, certainly. With her three inch heels she was a full inch taller than him. But now in the car, it seemed more like twelve inches. Whenever a truck or auto would pass, Jason sunk down lower in his seat. Nobody noticed him, who cared? Finally, at sunset, the pair reached their destination. They pulled up to an iron gate which seemed to open magically, at least to Jason's sleepy eyes. In the distance, at the end of the road, stood the estate, Amanda's estate. Amanda parked the Volvo by the front door and went around to the passenger side to release Jason. "Quickly," she said, "my husband will be home in two hours." Amanda untied Jason and ripped the tape from his mouth. He didn't know which stung more, his lips or his ears. "Your husband!" Jason raised his voice. Amanda gave him another one of those looks that would melt rivets from a bridge. He rephrased the question in more hushed tones. "You didn't say anything about a husband." Amanda invited Jason inside. She had much to explain to him. The foyer was magnificent. Tastefully decorated like the fine woman herself. The house looked even bigger than from the outside, Jason thought. "Yes I am married Jason. But I don't want my husband to play any part in this. You are here under the pretense of my having hired you this afternoon. You are to be the estate's caretaker, the handyman, if you will," Amanda softly and evenly explained. Jason could not believe his ears. "Hired me? I'm going back home next week. I have an important job with countless responsibilities. I went to college. Handyman, indeed!" Jason pleaded, but quickly backed off. "I mean, Amanda, what's really going on here? Is this some sort of joke? Did Mark put you up to this?" Jason was actually starting to get teary-eyed. Amanda let out a girlish giggle. "I met Mark in a bookstore about a year ago. Very pushy that one. He gave me his business card. Wanted me to call him. Well, I was doing some Spring cleaning and found the card, coincidentally the same time you arrived here. I gave him a call and offered him the same deal as I'm offering you now. It is an offer, Jason. You could leave right now if you want but once we start, there is to be no jumping ship in mid-stream, so to speak. Of course, I must be here when my husband arrives so you'll have to make other arrangements." Jason was dumbfounded. "May I use your telephone?" he asked politely. Mark did not answer the phone. "Was that bastard in on this?" he thought to himself. "By the way, Jason, don't bother calling a cab. We're way too far out in the country for that," Amanda chirped. "And if you take my car I'll simply report it stolen." In resignation, Jason asked Amanda to elaborate on the future of their relationship. "Like I said before, you'll live here under the guise of a domestic servant, doing odd jobs and the like. When my husband leaves for work, then your actual duties will commence. Duties that my husband must never know about. You are to provide me with sexual pleasure, Jason, on command. I do enjoy hours upon hours of oral homage to my private parts. I like nice long massages and foot rubs. Oh, there are countless ways that you can give me pleasure Jason," Amanda purred, her face a beaming mask of tranquillity. Jason was given a tour of the house, each room bigger than the next. The pair finally came to the end of a hallway as Amanda opened a door. "What's this closet for, Amanda?" inquired Jason. "That's no closet, silly. That's your new home," came the snide reply. "And by the way, that's Lady Mowbray to you from now on. You forget that even once and I'm afraid there may some unfortunate consequences. Jason looked at his tormentrix, then at the cramped, sparse room. There was a bare lightbulb that hung from the ceiling and a mattress on the floor. That was about it. One window with iron bars stood out like a sore thumb. Jason was invited to admire the view. On tiptoes, he was able to make out a swimming pool in the distance. "Don't worry, Jason," Lady Mowbray said with honey in her voice, you will soon learn to love it here. More importantly, you will eventually learn to love me." Jason felt a rush to his temple. He had a crush on her already. --to be continued ================= Please drop us a line. All comments are welcome at: beck_and_call@hotmail.com -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/rg_mkgrp.xp Create Your Own Free Member Forum -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>