"Like what you see?" Ash smirked down at her, rather enjoying the look in her eyes.
"Y-yes M-master," she responded meekly, "Wha... what does my master want me to do...?"
"Put that mouth of yours to work," he commanded.
She instinctively knew exactly what he meant, her mouth slowly drawing closer and closer to his member until her breath fell hot on his skin. For a brief moment, she paused, staring in wonder at the organ before she leaned forward and began gently kiss it before gently sucking on the head, her tongue stroking up and down on it, the taste flooding her mouth. The shaft almost immediately grew to full hardness, expanding in her mouth moving farther and farther into her, her tongue now only able to caress the underside as it moved towards the back of her throat. Ash groaned as he felt her slide the head of his member down into her throat, naturally suppressing her gag reflex without truely thinking about it. Gripping her hair in his hand, he began to take control, moving her head up and down his cock with a steady pace.
She moaned against his shaft as she felt him take control, growing hotter and hotter with each time he pumped her against him, relishing in his control over her. Finally, he tensed up, then began to shoot his load down her throat, she moaned and continued to suck greedily on his member until he pulled out with an audible pop, causing her to moan softly once more.
"Good job, now, up on the bed again, on your chest, hands gripping your elbows, legs spread wide," he commanded.
"Yes Master," she panted as she did as commanded, taking the position on bed and wait, her glistening nether lips displayed to her master invitingly.
Walking over to one of the stands, he picked up a strange leather binding and carried it over to the waiting ponytail, her juices flowing onto the sheets as she panted deeply, her tail twitching slightly to the side as she waited for him to come and do what he wished. The instant she felt the leather straps against her skin, she let out a low, soft moan, growing even hotter if that was possible. Being made helpless to her master's will made her hot beyong belief, battering away the small fragment of resistance with a fevered dive into submission.
Once he had her arms secured, he roll her over onto her back and smirked down at her, his hand idly roaming up her stomach, trailing a lazy finger up her body in an absent-minded fashion. As his finger's traced under her breasts, he seemed to ignore his own actions and spoke, "Well, you most certainly seem to like this don't you my little ponytail? Being all tied up, helpless, dripping wet in anticipation of your master using you for his own pleasure. You just can't get enough of it."
Blushing pure crimson, she nodded to her Master's her body aching for him to enter her, to use her as she managed a soft response, "Y-yes M-m-master...Y-your pokewomon loves having you use her... Being helpless to you..."
His hand continued to seemingly absently run over her body, cupping and massaging a breast for a brief moment before flicking his thumb back and forth across her rock hard nipple, his actions causing the pokewomon to pant even deeper in arousal, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt him take the engorged nub in his fingers and pinched hard upon it. She could only gasp and squirm slightly as her master moved his hands from breast to breast, manipulating them with an instinctive ease, alternating from slow gentle kneading to quick, fast pulses, playing her body like an instrument. And, in way she was, she belonged to him, for him to play with and use as he saw fit, and they both knew and relished in that fact.
Finally, he withdrew his hands from her breasts, in fact pulling them from her body entirely, summoning a pathetic whimper from his pokewomon as she lay there aching for his touch, his commands. Smiling down at her, he slowly guided his shaft down to her moistened slit, rubbing the head against her slick slit, coating it in her juices, but never actually moving inside her. She arched back a bit, moaning in pleasure and frustration, having her master's shaft so close, but teasingly not inside her, causing her to whimper once more.
Smirking softly, he continuing to rub the head up and down along her gash, enjoying the warm wet sensation against his sensitive flesh, the pleading whimpers of his helpless pokewomon adding to the already heady feeling, causing him to finally lose control and thrust into her. She practically screamed in pleasure as he finally entered into her her inner muscles immediately clamping down on her master's organ, arching her back once more as she panted heavily. This was her purpose, her existance, she was his pokewomon, and she existed only to serve him, to give him pleasure, obey him, to give all that she is to him. In that admission, the last fragment of resistance was obliterated, and she became his mind, body, and soul.
Ash barely sensed the subtle change in her, his mind so intent on the taming, instead merely tallying it up and filing it away as he picked up a pounding rhythm as he thrust into her. Grunting softly, he plowed forward into her tight depths, his pokewomon now screaming and neighing in pleasure, her mind filled with a blissful pleasure as she servered her purpose. At last, the tight, wet channel clenching down on his shaft, her muscles instinctively spasming and massaging him as began to shoot his load deep into her. She felt her whole body spasm with a pleasure as she came, knowing that she had fulfilled her purpose.
*****
Nurse Joy panted heavily as she finished watching the tape, her body sweaty, her uniform wet and clinging to her body, the skirt bunched up around her waist, one hand buried in her crotch as she other aggressively kneading her breast through her clothes. She felt a pang of jealousy flash through her, wishing she had been that ponytail, giving herself up to a master, knowing she existed only to bring him pleasure. But, she couldn't unfortunately, she wasn't a pokewomon.
Suddenly an idea struck her. But she could be.
Her eyes darted to the vid phone as her mind clicked over Professor Mahogany's number, biting her lower lip as she thought about what she was considering. Did she really want to become a pokewomon? And who would she give herself to? That Ryu had certainly shown quite a bit of potential earlier, but then again, so had this Ash.
"What to do, what to do?" she sighed, and continued to masterbate herself.
Sun Feb 3 11:50:30 2002