Message-ID: <19382eli$9901270426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/19382.txt> From: M Quayle <okieram@telepath.com> Subject: (ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late for Dinner) Chapter 51: Oh, You Silly! (S&M Family fun, duct tape) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: okieram@telepath.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 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: <36AE3417.23B7@telepath.com> Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always welcome. Many of Kathy’s adventures are based on reader suggestions. Join the free “Late for Dinner” mailing list: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/LateForDinner New chapters are also posted regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic, alt.sex.stories & alt.sex.stories.moderated. Earlier chapters are on-line in the mailing list archive and at J. Wijnands’s site at http://www.xs4all.nl/~wijnands/bdsm/late/ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is for adults only and contains Strong Sexual Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or physically possible. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state (or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this right now. I mean it!!!!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Do not repost or post without permission of author. Late for Dinner copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved Chapter 51: Oh, You Silly! “Oh, my God,” Kathy whispered to Christi, “he’s Daddy’s boss! What are we going to do?” “Just act natural and give me a great big wet kiss,” Christi whispered back as she pulled Kathy onto the floor with her. “Act like we’re making out and he’ll think we’re just whispering sweet nothings to each other.” But Daddy looked up from the phone. “Hey, you two,” he corrected, “we’re not going to be here long enough for any of that. Sorry.” “It’s okay, Daddy,” Kathy climbed back onto the couch, “we just got a little carried away.” “No problem,” the busy man smiled, “if it wasn’t almost time for dinner I’d be right there with you.” “That would be great, Daddy-Master,” Christi cooed as she readjusted her bright blue garter belt. Her nipple clamp glowed a bright cherry red as she sat down next to Kathy and looked hungrily at the man behind the desk. Kathy twiddled with the radiant clamp. “That’s a pretty hot reading for an almost-lesbian. Aren’t thinking about switching sides are you?” “Nope, just think my almost father-in-law’s pretty neat,” Christi blushed softly, “that’s all.” Daddy soon clicked his brief case shut and lead the little troop out of his office and down the hall. A large group of employees was gathered at the door to the sales office and Daddy stopped to ask what was up. “Oh,” a sexretary in a sheer black microskirt giggled, “they’re just giving the new girl the gerbil treatment.” Kathy looked into the office. The tormented strawberry blonde was writhing on the floor with her knees and ankles duct-taped together, and her hands taped behind her back. More duct tape had been used to fashion a crude chastity belt. “Get them out of me,” the disgruntled employee begged as she thrashed helplessly, “they’re crawling around in there. Get them out!” “What a great idea!” Kathy snapped her fingers. “Daddy can we get some gerbils for Billy’s party?” “I don’t know, Kathy,” Daddy shooed the girls toward the lobby, “you’ve got enough stuff for twelve parties already.” “I know, Daddy,” Kathy pouted, “but couldn’t we, please?” “We’ll see, honey. We’ll see.” Daddy said good night to Miss Avery, who was entertaining a waiting customer on top of her reception desk. “Have a good evening, Sir,” she smiled pleasantly as the man buried his face between her legs. “Are you sure you and the girls don’t have time to stay for a piece? I’ve got plenty.” “Can’t be late for dinner,” Daddy smiled back as they went out the door, “but be sure to save me some tomorrow.” “See,” Kathy teased Christi as they headed for the car, “I told you being a sexretary was cool.” “Yeah, maybe,” Christi made a face, “but I’d still rather be a dungeon slave or work at the miniature golf course.” “Oh, you silly!” “Hop in girls.” Daddy held the car door open for the two bare-bottomed darlings. “Sorry to have to break things up back there, but if you want to catch up for lost time on the way home, I wouldn’t mind watching in the rear view mirror.” “Cool, Daddy!” Kathy leaned forward and kissed Daddy on the cheek. “Oh, by the way, what’s wrong with you’re boss? You never talk about business at home.” “You mean Mr. Barnes? He’s on extended leave. Seems like he just,” Daddy chuckled, “couldn’t loosen up around the office.” “Gee wow, but he’s, like, going to be all right, isn’t he?” “Oh, sure, it’s just stress. After all, it isn’t easy being the richest man in town.” Kathy thought she was going to faint as she fell into Christi’s arms! The ecstatic pair gave Daddy a show he and the other drivers on the road would not soon forget. -- +----------------' 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>