Message-ID: <13376eli$9807252006@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13376.txt> From: beck_and_call@hotmail.com Subject: AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY chapters 3 & 4 (MF,FF,femdom,cbt,ws,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6pcda0$cme$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 3: Lady Mowbray Lady Mowbray watched as he examined his new 'home.' " There's one thing you have not noticed. Up there." She pointed to a security camera high in the corner of the room. " You will be monitored continuously to make sure that you do not play with yourself or wank yourself off. There is no bedding for the same reason. You will not be able to play tents." He looked at her closely for the first time. She must have lied about her height. She was at least 6 ft tall and in her high heels towered above him. She was no chicken. 'Must be in her late 30s or early 40s,' he thought. She had an unfashionable curvy figure. Her large breasts threatened to pop out of the long flowing silk gown. He thought it must be split up the sides, the way she just flowed along in it. She had big hips but she was not overweight, there was no sign of a tummy. The roots of her hair betrayed the fact that she was having trouble maintaining the colour of her beautiful, blonde shoulder length hair. She was the type of woman that any bar keeper would give his right arm to have behind his bar. At parties she would annoy all the other women by collecting all the men like bees to a honey pot. Yet at the same time, she obviously had class and a lot of money. " Well darling. I cannot see why you would want to go back to your old life. I am a rich woman, very rich. I guarantee that all your on going bills will be paid on time. If there is anything you want to sell, car, flat, whatever, my people will get a good price. The money will be paid into an investment account, along with a substantial monthly allowance. Think of it. No more worries. No more office politics. No more sweating over courses." She handed him three documents. " Here. Sign these. Never mind the fine print. Either you have the guts or you don't. One is your resignation from your job on medical grounds, complete with medical certificate. Another is an open letter to all your friends, telling them you are going abroad and do not want to be found. The other is your contract of employment with me for ten years." She moved closer, allowing one long muscular leg to push the gown open and to reveal that it was stocking clad. It was the sort of leg he had seen on the stages at Las Vegas. She softly caressed his cheek and he could smell her expensive perfume. He signed. "Susie!" A short, pretty, young girl, dressed in the standard French Maids outfit, appeared round the door way. " Put that down." Susie put a holdall on the floor. " Here. Post these two off right away. Put this one on my desk with a paper weight on it." " Yes madam." She gave a brief curtsy, flashed a smile at Jason and left. Chapter 4: slave jason "How did she know so much about me?" Jason wondered. "I mean my job, my boss' name. How did she know?" Lady Mowbray handed Jason two plastic bags. "One is for the contents of your pockets, the other is for your clothes," she said to him, arching one eyebrow. She quickly turned on her heels and left, locking the door behind her with an ominous CLICK. Jason stood alone for the first time since he met his new Mistress. It was happening all so fast, he thought. He was frightened but the mere sight of Lady Mowbray, let alone the smell or the touch, excited him to no end. He was on the fast track in life, going to the right places, meeting the right people. So what was he doing here, in a dingy room at an isolated manor, several continents away from home? Jason ruminated for several minutes before he got to the task at hand. All that he had in his pockets were his wallet, his passport, some spare change, and his hotel key. He put those in the bag and began to disrobe. Off came his royal blue Ralph Lauren shirt and Levi 501 jeans. He sat on the mattress to pull off his Nike tennis shoes and his cotton socks. Finally, red-faced, Jason pulled down his Calvin Klein briefs and hesitantly stepped out of them. With two plastic bags on the floor by the door, Jason stood in the corner by the window with his arms folded, a chill running up his spine. He remained like that for an hour until he heard the familiar clicking of Lady Mowbray's heels get louder and louder. Finally the key slid in the lock and his new employer appeared. She had obviously just come from a bath. Her honey tresses still damp and clean scented, a slightly parted robe doing nothing to suppress her ample bosom. Jason got more than a good view at her form this time. Her long coltish legs perched atop slippers seemed to go on forever until they disappeared under her silk burgundy robe. Jason's eyes widened. Lady Mowbray actually flashed him. A sneak peak only, but done on purpose, he was sure. She wasn't wearing anything underneath the robe. Her open-toed burgundy slippers also flashed him a good look at her alabaster toes, a healthy pink glow to her nails manicured perfectly and polished clearly. Just like her lovely hands. Lady Mowbray carried a goblet of Chardonnay in her right hand and seemed rather mellow. She looked like the cat who just ate the canary as her blue eyes trailed down to Jason's noticeably erect penis. It was circumcised and 61/2 inches long but if you asked Jason, he'd tell you seven. Swallowing the last of the wine, Lady Mowbray put the glass on the floor by the bags and proceeded to rummage through Jason's wallet. She found travelers cheques, some credit cards, and of course his passport. The robe had a pocket from which Jason's new Mistress produced a large pair of shears. He swallowed hard as Lady Mowbray checked the sharpness of the blade on his driver's license. She started to laugh deeply from her diaphragm. Jason thought she might be drunk. In the blink of an eye, she sliced to ribbons all of Jason's valuables: passport, credit cards, travelers cheques, everything. Even his clothing was not spared. Lady Mowbray sauntered over to the distraught man with her empty wine goblet. She swabbed the inside of the glass with her long porcelain finger until it was wet. She moved in on her new conquest until he was enveloped. Her clean fresh scent and damp hair aroused him further. The toe of her heeled slipper purposely stepped on poor Jason's unprotected toes until he let out a stifled moan. Lady Mowbray then raped his mouth with her index finger, probing it, exploring it. Jason just stood there and took it, took it all. His Goddess breathed deeply and studied him through heavy eyelids. He felt her breath on his cheek. Suddenly, Lady Mowbray replaced her finger with her tongue, her warm wet pink tongue. It still tasted of grape and Jason returned her kiss with a passion that surprised him. Just as suddenly, Lady Mowbray pulled away and waved her finger at him. "You shouldn't take advantage of me like that darling. Don't you realize that I'm the weaker sex?" she said mockingly. "I must go now and join my husband for dinner. Susie will be here soon to feed you. See you in the morning my pet." --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>