They had known each other for years. They had met at difficult times in their lives, yet their friendship and their love had endured, regardless of the adversity either might have faced at any given time.
Their loving had been wonderful . . . much of it fantasy, exchanged verbally, or written, to be savored and enjoyed again and again. Some of it actual, like the toys he had bought her�the toys she had never known about.
She kept herself shaved for him, because she knew he wanted it, and she wanted to please him. She wore stockings for him, because he wanted it, and she loved the sensual feel of the fabric on her thighs.
They knew each other's secret buttons, pushing them for pleasure, or sometimes to tease. He loved rolling her small pink nipples in his fingers, knowing the electric signals that would be sent through her body as he squeezed and kneaded them. She loved it. She adored sucking him . . . taking the full length of his cock deep in her mouth, using her tongue, as his body quivered with the pleasure of her. He loved it.
Now, they were going to have three days together, and she was having desires and thoughts that she wasn't quite sure of. There was a restless stirring in her that she didn't understand and hadn't discussed with him; a quest for more, for discovery, for exploration of herself and her sexuality. It was almost a dark side . . . something she wanted, but was afraid to ask for.
Her lover was going to call her tonight, and she was forming an idea in her mind that simultaneously excited and frightened her.
She thought of the things they had written to each other. They had been fun things, fantasy things, with an underlying desire of reality; a kind of safe communication system where he could test and probe her thoughts, and she could respond to his ideas, letting him know what she wanted and didn't want to try.
Like the nipple clips. He had first written about them. She had let him know that she wanted to try them. One night when they were together, he had. The heavy metal squares fit tightly over her lovely pink nipples, pinching them. He had knelt next to her head, his cock fucking her mouth. His fingers probed her deeply as his other hand had pulled and twisted on the clamps. Her orgasm had been the most intense ever, and she found she loved her clips.
In reality, she guessed, she loved the way he knew her and what she wanted. She trusted him implicitly and knew that he would only try to please her�to fulfill her�and because of that, she would do almost anything he asked.
That was the scary part�because what she had in mind, she wasn't sure he would accept. Oh, he would accept it, she supposed�probably welcome it�but she wondered how he would feel about their relationship when it was over.
The reassuring part was that he had told her often that nothing two people wanted to do together was wrong, as long as they both agreed on it. Also, hadn't he told her how much their relationship had opened him up as well? Looking for new things, tasting everything they could, with the warm safety of the uniqueness of their relationship.
She decided to ask him, even though she was apprehensive about the outcome.
The phone rang. It would be her lover.
* * *
"Hi, darling," he said. His voice convinced her that she would ask him to do what she wanted to, that she had nothing to fear.
They talked for a while, catching up on the week that had passed. Their conversation was comfortable, tinged with excitement because of the nearness of their time together.
She took a deep breath, then said, "There's something I want to ask you to do."
His voice sounded a little surprised. "I'll do anything, as long as you're naked and will fool around."
"Come on," she said. "I'm being serious."
He paused. "Is anything wrong?"
"No, no . . . nothing like that."
"I didn't mean to make fun. Tell me what you want. . . I'll try to do what you ask."
Her voice was muted. She spoke slowly, so he would not misunderstand. "Do you remember when you wrote that Dream story last year and sent it to me? The one where we were together, and you had me have a dream of you doing things to me? Then you sent me that silly quiz?"
"I remember." He was smiling with the memory. "It was a lot of fun."
"Well ... we never did many of those things did we?"
He laughed. "No, darling, we didn't. Seems to me we always run out of time when we're together, or are in too much of a hurry or something else comes up . . . like the California redwoods instead of a hotel bed." She could hear him light a cigarette and blow the smoke out. He asked, "Do you want to do them next week? I'll bring the stuff."
"I want more than that."
He was silent, thinking. "I don't understand," he said.
She shook her head. "Neither do I, really. It's something I've been thinking about for a long time now, and I don't really even know how to ask it."
"Why not start with what you want ... or, better yet, what you feel about this thing you want me to do?"
"Oh, hell," she said. "I'm not even sure myself. I just know that I want to explore myself . . . my sexuality. I want to explore it to the limit, to try almost everything. And I don't trust anyone but you to even talk about it." She giggled then", feeling some of her nervousness recede. "Much less try it with anyone but you.
"I'm even worried about what you'll think of me by asking this."
His tone was calm and loving. "That's the last thing you should worry about, love. After all these years, and the things we've shared, you should know better than to worry about how I'll feel." He paused. She could hear the rattle of ice in a glass as he took a sip of his drink. "I'm still not sure what it is you're asking, though. Do you want to live out your dream, like in my story?"
"Yes"�she spoke slowly�"and more than that. I want to be yours�your toy, your plaything. I can't really be specific. I have this feeling ... oh, hell!" She was having trouble finding the right words.
"I've always known that you were more experienced than me when it comes to sexuality. You have more crazy ideas than I do. It's like . . . it's like I want to be in your power, or something. I want to be told what to do, what to wear. ... I want to submit to your every whim, to be yours totally for two or three days.
"So it's like the dream, but more than that. I want to experience all the strange sides of me�of us�of our sensuality. I want to explore the depths of myself as a sexual creature without worrying what my partner will think. And I feel safe asking you to do this for me."
She listened to his silence. "Am I making any sense?"
"Yes. You're making sense, and I understand. I'm just worried that if we do this, you'll be disappointed� at least with me."
"Why?"
He thought for a moment. "Well, for starters, think about the fantasy of you and Cindy and me." He paused. "Remember it?"
"God, yes. It was wonderful!"
"That's what I mean. It was wonderful�for a fantasy. The reality of it is that I couldn't possibly stay that hard for that long without fainting."
She laughed�she had a wonderful sexy laugh. "I know that. That's not what I mean. I can accept the reality of human limitations.
"It's just that I want to try everything ... the dream things, some of the other stuff like paying off my bet over the Super Bowl, and lots of things that I think you might think of."
He was quiet for a moment, his mind pondering what she was asking. He said to her, "God, some of the things would be wonderful. Some of them are a little scary." She could almost hear his mind whirling with the idea of it.
"Are you really sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, love. I'm very sure."
"And what you're proposing is that when we meet, you want me to be in complete control, and that you'll do anything and everything I tell you to do?"
Well, here it is, she thought. Do I really want to do this? "If I say yes, what will you think of me?"
"I will love you, like I do now . . . maybe even more."
"What if I don't like it halfway through, and want to change my mind?" she asked.
"We'll decide on a word�a special word�and then we'll just stop and enjoy the rest of our time together."
"Okay."
"What are the rules?"
She was puzzled. "There aren't any rules, love. I want you to do anything with me you want�make me do whatever pleases you. What I'm saying is that it's like you own me. I am yours completely, and I have no say in what it is we do."
He paused on the other end of the phone. "Well, I have some rules."
"What?"
He said, "If we do this, more like promises, limits that we stay within. Okay?"
She was aroused. "Like what?"
"The first is that I will not harm or hurt you. I'm not saying there might not be a little bit of pain, like your nipple clips, but when we part, you'll be none the worse for wear. Okay?"
"Okay," she replied. "You seem to know what I want and don't want in that department. She giggled a little. "And I do love my clips."
"The next thing is that this will be exclusively between the two of us. I won't make you do anything with anybody else, unless you want to."
"I don't understand."
His mind had been cataloging the different ways he could fulfill her wishes. He spoke slowly and carefully. "If I'm thinking of your fantasies, then some of that might have other people involved. What you do or don't do with them is your decision based on what you want, or what you think / want, and you feel all right about doing. Okay?"
"I . . . yes, I trust you."
"The final and most important thing I expect is that you will obey me no matter what I ask." He took a sip of wine. "Will you agree to that?"
Her mind was reeling. She had done it! Did she really want it? Oh, God! "Yes," she said quietly, "I agree to everything and anything."
His voice was muted. "God, you're amazing. You're the most exciting woman in the universe."
"You don't think I'm crazy?"
"No, I think you're curious. So am I. I'll write your instructions and send them to you along with the tickets and a list of things to bring with you."
She almost whispered. "Thank you."
"Good night, darling."
She hung the phone up slowly, dreaming, thinking, feeling herself moist at the prospect.
* * *
He was waiting for her when she arrived at the airport. Her plane was a few minutes late, but it didn't matter. As she came out of the jetway, he embraced her, feeling her breasts against his chest. They kissed briefly. Then he took her hand and headed for the baggage-claim area.
She had dressed as he requested (demanded?) in his letter. She wore a simple flaring skirt of a dark material and a sheer white blouse that buttoned down the front. Beneath her skirt, as he had told her, she wore only a garter belt and stockings. Her pussy mound and lips were shaved bare as a baby's bottom. She wore a blazer over the blouse, hiding her erect pink nipples that could just barely be seen through the soft fabric of the blouse.
As they waited for her luggage, he turned to face her. They were standing apart from the throng of people near the baggage carousel. He put his hands on her shoulders.
"Are you still sure that you want to do this?"
She thought back to the letter he had sent her�the tickets, the instructions on what to wear and what to bring with her. He had said little else in his letter, heightening her curiosity and her need to do this thing�to be under his control, to accede to his demands and wishes, to be powerless to deny him anything.
She looked into his eyes. There was love there, but more, and it excited her. "Yes," she said. "I'm sure� I mean, I'm here, and ..." She pirouetted for him, her skirt flaring slightly as she turned. "I wore what you told me to."
He didn't smile with her, and that made her a little nervous. "There are two code words: 'butterfly' and 'time out.' "
She was puzzled. "I'm not sure what you mean."
Then he smiled. "Remember when you asked me on the phone what we'd do if you changed your mind? I said we'd have a code word. The word is 'butterfly.'
If you want to stop, anytime during the next three days, just say that word and we'll go back to normal."
She shook her head. "Darling, I'm not even sure what normal is anymore. I just know that I have to do this for me, and I want you to do it . . . because I love you and I trust you not to take advantage or hurt"� she stopped�"well ... I mean, the nipple clamps hurt, and I like it. Oh, hell, you know what I mean."
He nodded. "Yes, I know what you mean. That's why there are two words. 'Time out' is your way of telling me that what we're doing is something you really cannot continue with, but you don't want to stop the journey. That's my way of knowing to stop the specific thing we're in the middle of, yet not stop the rest of it.
"Does that make sense to you?" She nodded. "Yes. I don't think I'll use either of them, but it's nice to know they're there."
Her luggage had arrived, and they retrieved it from the carousel. He led her to a nearby bar, and they found a table away from people, in the corner. He took her hand. "I'm going to take you on a journey. A trip to Candy land, if you want to call it that."
He sipped his drink. "I've puzzled over this since we talked on the phone. You know that I want to make you happy. That's what we do for each other. Right?"
She nodded. She really didn't want to talk right now, she just wanted to get on with it.
It was obvious, because of his nature, that he needed to further define their roles and their relationship. He wanted one more chance for her to back out�if she was going to�before he took on the role that he thought she wanted him to play.
He took her other hand in his, stroking it, looking at it for several moments before his eyes returned to hers. "When you called and asked me about this, I wasn't sure whether we should do it or not. I really thought about it a lot, and I decided to take the chance that our relationship was strong enough to go ahead with it.
"You should know that I'm excited and aroused by the idea that you have. I've planned a journey for us that is bizarre and strange and wonderful. Some of it you will like, and some of it you might not, but we'll taste it all�everything that I know . . . that I've read about or, for that matter, only dreamed about.
"I don't know how you'll feel when we finish this three days from now. You may have loved it, and we'll play it over and over, or you may decide the trip wasn't to your liking, and we'll return to what we were. But if I've read you right and listened to your inner voice, then I think we may have one hell of a time. Okay?"
She nodded. "I'm ready."
He took both her hands, hunching forward toward her, and spoke softly. "When we leave here, you will be mine. Right?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"You will do anything and everything I tell you to do?" "Yes."
"When we leave here, I own you completely, body and soul."
"Yes." She could feel her heart beat faster as he looked at her, holding her gaze with his eyes.
"And you will not hesitate to obey me, regardless of how you feel, and trust me to try to fulfill you in my own way, and in my own time?"
"God, yes! Let's get on with it."
"There's one more thing you should understand. I'm not going to be the same person for you this weekend." He could see the furrow in her brow. "I'm going to be your fantasy lover and master. I'm going to try to fulfill what it is you're seeking. Do you understand that?"
"I�I think so."
He smiled. "But you know that I will love you through all of it." "Yes . . ."
"And the word is 'butterfly' if you want to stop." "I know."
"And the word is 'time out,' if you need it." "Yes. I know."
He let go of her hands. "And we start now." "Yes."
He sat back in his chair. He looked at her breasts. Her blouse was buttoned to the neck. "Unbutton four buttons from the top of your blouse."
She hesitated only slightly. She noticed that he had seated her so that she was facing away from anyone who might have been looking. She obeyed him, unbuttoning her blouse until the fourth button was undone, directly between her lovely breasts. He could see the graceful curve of the top of her bosom, the lovely slope downward of her alabaster skin as she opened the material.
He stood up abruptly. "We begin your trip, love. Let's go." He kissed her softly. "Remember . . . it's for pleasure ... for both of us."
* * *
He took their bags, and they headed toward the front door of the terminal. Once outside, he led them to a long silver limousine. The driver took their bags and held the rear door for them. Her lover indicated the soft, velvety rear seat. "Sit there, darling," he said.
He got into a seat opposite her. The driver closed the door. She could hear him stowing the bags in the trunk of the long car. The air conditioning hardened her nipples.
There was a small bar beside his seat, in the center of the car. He poured them small glasses of chilled white wine. The car pulled silently from the curb. He touched her glass with his. "To a magnificent trip for both of us."
She smiled, thinking that she liked this. "And to you, the one who owns me�my master�for three days."
He reached to the rear of his seat, raising the panel between them and the driver. The limousine's windows were tinted. They could see out, but no one could see in. He leaned forward. "From time to time, I'm going to be giving you some rules to follow."
She felt the first apprehension creep into her mind. "I . . . all right."
"When we are in public, I expect you to act and dress like a perfect lady, which you always do, but when we are alone, things will be somewhat different. If you have a shirt or blouse on, you will keep it open to the waist, so that your tits are available to me. Then I can fondle you or touch you at any time."
He waited, watching her. She paused for a moment, confused, then realized what he had said. She unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her blouse. He smiled, then leaned forward and stroked her breasts lightly with his fingertips. He took one of her perfect nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently, feeling the sweet pebble harden even more.
He reached to the seat beside him and removed a piece of fur. It was luxuriantly soft, about the size of a pillowcase. He said to her, "Lift your skirt up, all the way to the waist."
She did as she was told. It was a little awkward, with the deep seats of the car. "Now ... sit on this." She lifted herself up as he placed the fur beneath her.
It felt wonderful on the skin of her buttocks. She rearranged her skirt.
"Another rule about when we are alone."
"All right."
"What do you think are the favorite parts of your body for me?"
She smiled. "I think you like my breasts, and my vagina, and my mouth." She giggled a bit. "Not necessarily in that order."
He nodded. "You're right�but the terms are wrong. Your mouth is your mouth, but I want you to say 'tits' for your breasts and 'cunt' or 'pussy' for your vagina. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"So . . . what are my favorite parts of you?"
"My mouth"�it was hard for her to say the rest� "my . . . my tits, and my cunt."
He smiled at her. "You're doing well, love." He poured a little more wine into her glass. "Oh ... another rule for when we are alone. You must always keep your legs apart. I want you open and available to me�for my hands or my mouth all the time."
He waited, looking at her. She parted her knees. He leaned forward and raised her skirt until it rested along her stocking tops. His fingers traveled up the inside of her thighs, then stroked her cunt lips. She moved her hips forward, feeling the soft fur as it rubbed against her ass. He slowly pushed a finger inside her, his eyes locked on her beautiful face. Her cunt was already wet. He moved her blouse aside, exposing more of her lush tits, and rolled the ice-cold glass back and forth across one rock-hard nipple.
The sensation was wonderful for her. Maybe she hadn't been wrong. She wanted this, wanted him to toy with her. The two sensations of the cold glass on her breast and his warm, probing finger inside her were exciting and contradictory at the same time. He knelt on the floor and kissed her deeply. With great deliberation, he took the hem of her skirt at the front and pulled it up, tucking it into the waistband. She was exposed to him.
He returned to his seat. He gazed at her as she sat, her legs apart, her lovely shaved pussy pouting at him. Her legs were shapely and erotic, encased in nylon. Her beautiful big tits lay exposed, their pink rosebud nipples hard and excited.
"You truly are beautiful," he said. "Are you enjoying the trip so far?"
She loved it . . . being enclosed in a swiftly moving car, yet in a world of their own. She sat, her legs apart, her sex open to this man across from her, her breasts exposed for him to see. Yes, she would do whatever he asked. She was completely his�completely at his command, and she wanted to be. She said, "Yes . . . I love it."
"And you remember the words?"
"Yes . . . its�"
He interrupted her. "Don't say it if you want to keep going."
"Oh! Okay, I understand. May I have a little more wine?"
He poured as she held out her glass. She took a sip, then set it in the glass holder in the armrest of the door.
He opened his pants and spread the zipper of his fly open. He wore no underwear. "Come suck on me," he said, almost indifferently.
The space between them was wide, made for people sitting opposite one another to have plenty of legroom. She moved off her seat and knelt in front of him. Her heavy tits hung down as she took his cock in her hand and bent her mouth to it. He was only slightly erect. She loved blowing him, loved the feeling as his prick grew rigid in her mouth. She loved the taste of him, of his juice as he became excited.
She took all of him in, laving the underside of his cock with her warm tongue, sucking gently on him. She felt him harden and lengthen, his prick growing as her hot mouth moved up and down. It became difficult to keep all of his cock in her mouth. Then she moved her head slowly up and down, keeping a slight suction on him. She felt him push his hips toward her face, his hand holding the back of her head as she took him deep into the back of her throat.
His hands went to her tits, moving the soft material of the blouse aside as he squeezed them, massaging and milking, then pinching her distended nipples, pulling on them as her mouth covered his prick. She moaned softly as his strong hands worked on her pink globes.
God, how she loved the way he made love to her . . . how he knew all the right things for her, and how he could arouse her to such a high state of sexual excitement. Feeling his hands mauling her jugs was her ecstasy. Having his prick fill her mouth was so deeply satisfying. Her mind reeled. She wanted more.
His hands left her body. He took her face from his groin and kissed her. She was still kneeling on the floor of the limousine. He touched her thighs. "Your legs are together."
"Oh!" She looked down. "Sorry�I just got so excited." She moved her legs apart on the soft carpeting. She gazed at his hard-on, wanting to suck on her lollipop more. Her saliva and a little of his white come-juice were mixed together, glistening on the swollen head of his cock.
He was looking out the window, noticing the car's progress. She steadied herself with her hands on his knees. "I want to taste your come in my mouth," she said.
He kissed her. "Later. There's plenty of time." He reached to the seat next to him and rummaged in a small black leather bag. He took out a piece of soft velvet cord�the kind used as drapery tie-backs. It was about six feet long and had a small loop at one end. He said, "Stay on your knees, just the way you are."
He reached behind her with the cord, his hands going under her skirt. He threaded the free end through the small loop at the opposite end, then pulled it very tight around her waist. The knot was at her back, the loose end trailing down her rounded ass like a tail.
He reached into the bag again and took out a smooth white plastic object about three inches long, and rounded, like an egg, only not as thick. A thin, soft flexible wire extended from one end, attached to a square box that was the size of a cigarette pack.
He felt her cunt, his fingers running between her lips. She was very wet, and very excited. He slowly inserted the egg-shaped device into her pussy. It was cold, but warmed rapidly inside her. He reached between her legs then, and drew the black cord tightly up, between her cunt lips, keeping the plastic egg inside her warm tunnel. He tied the rope tightly to itself at the front, where it circled her waist.
She could feel the softness of the cord as it pressed hard against her clit. It invaded her, yet the feeling was delicious, sensual. He ran the slim white wire up under her skirt, under her belt, then outside of her clothes. He put the square box in her pocket, then told her to sit down.
She sat in the soft seat, feeling the fur once more on the milky white skin of her ass cheeks. He looked at her lovingly. She was so damned beautiful, and now so submissive. She sat across from him, her tits bared to his gaze, her legs opened to him, with the black cord tightly pressed between her pussy lips, and traveling upward to her belly. The eroticism of it made him want to fuck her right then and now.
He resisted the thought. "We're almost there. Button your blouse"�he smiled�"except for the top four buttons."
She did as he told her. It was a little awkward, tucking it in with the rope there, but she managed. As the car rolled to a stop, he leaned forward and took the hem of her skirt from the front of her belt and smoothed it down over her knees, then gently closed her legs.
The chauffeur opened the door for them.
CHAPTER 2
He helped her from the car. They were in a wooded area, high up on a hill overlooking the Hudson River. He turned to the driver. "We'll be back in a half hour or so. Why don't you relax for a little while?"
The driver nodded and got back in the car. He took her hand and they walked up a path that led away from the parking lot. She noticed that the area was quite desolate. As she walked, she was intensely aware of the velvet rope that pressed upward through her pussy slit, keeping the plastic dildo inside her. It was incredibly erotic, and kept her excited as they walked�each step pressing on her hard clit.
The path twisted and turned until it came upon a secluded outcropping. A rock face was at the side away from the river, then some level ground, and a small wooden fence that delineated the area that faced the river.
He had brought his small bag with them. He took out the wine bottle and glasses and set them on a niche in the rock face. When he had handed her one and turned to face her.
He held her face in his hands. He looked at her lovely face for a long moment, then said, "Open your mouth�wide."
She did as he asked. He kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue, biting and sucking on first her lower lip, then her upper one. He let her mouth go. "I want your tongue," he said. "Give it to me." She surrendered to him. He mouthed her tongue, sucking and stroking it with his own. It felt as if he was sucking the life out of her with his mouth. She was breathing heavily when he released her.
"Is it all that you wanted it to be?" He handed her a cold glass of wine.
"Oh, God, yes. I love it. I want more�I want whatever you want." She sipped her wine slowly. "Make"�she hesitated�"make me do more."
He smiled. "I intend to. We haven't even started yet." He took the wine from her and set it on the rock ledge. "Pull your skirt up in front and tuck it in your belt. I want to see your cunt."
Her back was to the rock face. She looked at the view. There was not a soul in sight. The far side of the river was wooded. She lifted the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, baring her pussy, and tucked the material in her waistband. She opened her legs, as he wanted, exposing her sex to him.
He stepped close to her, looking into her eyes, and pulled the rope tight up against her cunt. She responded by opening her legs more, and pushing down so the pressure of the rope was on her hard clit. "Oh, God!" she whispered.
He let the rope go and took her blazer off, folding it carefully and, walking to the railing, draped it there. He stood about ten feet from her, looking at her, loving her willingness to be his.
"I want to see your tits," he commanded.
She hesitated only briefly, then unbuttoned her blouse and held it wide open for him. She felt wanton and nervous, not knowing what he would ask next. "Pull on your nipples for me�I want to see you pull your tits straight out toward me."
She obeyed him, grasping the lovely pink buttons between her thumbs and fingers and stretching her breasts toward him. He walked toward her, admiring her as she stood still, offering herself to him. As he approached her, she relaxed her grip on her breasts.
He said, "No! Stay that way!" She immediately pulled again, stretching the milk-white flesh. He gazed at her tits. "Does it feel good?"
She looked at him. "You know it does. I just wish these were your hands instead of mine."
He smiled. "They will be ... all in good time. Right now, I'm going to make you come without touching your skin." He reached down and once again pulled the rope tight up against her pussy, moving it back and forth against her clit. He looked at her breasts. "Pull your tits harder."
She pulled her nipples farther out from her body, and a slight moan came to her lips. The light pink buds were beginning to turn a dark red from the pressure of her fingers.
He reached into the pocket of his jacket. "You can let go now." She lowered her breasts gently, rubbing the nipples a bit where they were numb. He held two clothespins in front of her.
"Put these on. You know where I want them, I'm sure."
She nodded. "All�all right." She took the clothespins in her hand. Her mind was whirling. She could feel the soft, cool breeze on her thighs and pussy, felt it caressing her exposed breasts. She held the clips in her hand, looking at them. He stood waiting, a calm look of amusement on his face.
Holding her nipple with her thumb and forefinger, she eased the clothespin over the center of it. It hurt, but the pain sent a ripple to her clit. He watched her hands intently. She put the other clip on, watching it press the tender rosebud of her left nipple. The pain and pleasure raced simultaneously through her body.
He reached into her pocket and took the small plastic box in his hand. "Lean back against the rock." She moved back slightly, settling herself against the cool stone. "I want your legs farther apart." She obeyed him, spreading her thighs wide open. The leaves rustled in the breeze.
"Now I want you to move your hands gently over the ends of the clothespins in a circular motion." She did as he commanded. The sensations were explosive. It hurt, of course, but she liked this particular pain because the signals to her cunt were magnified a thousandfold. She could feel that she was dripping wet.
He stood away from her, watching this woman he loved. She stood with her eyes closed. Her head moved slowly from side to side as her hands rotated the clothespins slowly, twisting her nipples a hundred different ways. Then he pressed the button on his magic box.
"Ahhh . . . God ..." she moaned as the egg-shaped dildo buried deep in her vagina sprang to life, vibrating with an intensity that made her want to explode. The sound was muted, but he could see the vibrator's effect immediately. A line of moisture appeared on his lover's lips as she writhed in ecstasy, her pelvis grinding slowly with the new sensation. A red flush blossomed near her throat.
He turned the vibrator off for a moment, then stepped forward and carefully grasped the rope that went between her legs. He slowly pulled it up tightly between her cunt lips. Keeping the pressure tight, he turned the vibrator back on. The sensations were unbelievable. "Can I close my legs, please?" she whispered. "Yes ... for now."
She closed her thighs together tightly, squeezing hard on the buzzing plastic egg. He pulled the rope even tighter as she started her long, jolting climax.
The feeling was intense as wave after wave of electricity rolled over her body. She pushed her cunt down on the rope as he pulled it upward, milking every ounce of climax from her body. Her hips jerked and rolled with the spasms. Without realizing it, she was pinching the clothespins on her nipples even tighter.
Finally it was over. Her head sagged forward. She was depleted of energy. He turned off the vibrator and took the clothespins from her nipples, rubbing them softly. Her whole body shuddered with sensuality.
He held her for a time, until she calmed down. She could feel the roughness of his clothing against her skin. It seemed as if her tits and pussy were alive with a sensitivity of their own. Then, he untied the rope at her belly and removed the small vibrator. He massaged her cunt lips for a while. All she could do was stand there, leaning against the rock, breathing heavily.
He was smiling when she opened her eyes. "Welcome to your fantasy, darling," he said. He kissed her tenderly, all the while rubbing the front of her bald pussy. His hands moved to her lovely breasts and massaged them slowly in a circular motion.
He left her and gave her the wineglass, then moved away. It was almost as if his pleasure came from looking at her as much as touching her.
What he saw when he looked was a beautiful if somewhat disheveled woman, her sex exposed, her legs open, encased in lovely black nylons with matching high heels and garter belt. Her pretty tits were open to the late-summer air, their nipples as erect and hard as nails.
Again, the thought raced through his mind. She was so damned exciting, he wanted to take her there�fuck her as she stood, open and wanting, against the rock. But there would be time, and this was her desire. He wanted to save himself for it, and make sure that he could give her what she was seeking.
On the other hand, he was hard, and her mouth was always a joy for him. He moved back near her and took a small towel from the bag. He folded it and placed it on the ground in front of her.
"Kneel down," he commanded. Her face was in front of his crotch. "Unzip me and take my cock out. Then put your hands at your sides."
She responded, gently taking his hardening prick from his pants, then lowering her hands. He entwined his fingers in the back of her hair and, with his other hand, guided his cock into her waiting mouth. Her lips closed around his organ, her mouth hot and sucking.
He fucked her face slowly, using the hand at the back of her head to guide her in and out, gently filling her mouth with his sex. He pulled her back, freeing his cock from her mouth. Then he took his balls from his pants. "Lick them!"
Her tongue hungrily complied as she licked first one side, then the other, feeling his sperm-filled balls, wanting all of him, wanting anything he would do or give. She felt totally in his control and knew that this was what she wanted. He put his cock back into her mouth and moved her head slowly back and forth, filling her with his hardness, driving carefully but deeply into the back of her throat.
Then, abruptly, he left her. She sighed. A little "ohhh" escaped from her lips.
He helped her to her feet and kissed her lightly. "God," he said, "the sensations you give to me are incredible!" He was smiling. He arranged himself back in his pants and zipped the zipper.
"But I wanted to�I mean, please come in my mouth. I want to taste you."
"There's plenty of time. It's time we went back to the car." They collected their things, stowing them in the bag, then walked back down the path toward the car. He let her get a few steps ahead of him.
"Stop!" he said.
She stopped and started to turn toward him. "No, don't turn around." She waited, her hands at her side.
"I want you to pull your skirt up in the back. I want to look at your ass."
She hesitated only briefly, then gathered the hem and pulled it up.
"Bend over." She did as he asked. She had a lovely bottom�ample without being fat, and enticingly round. The skin of her cheeks was alabaster white. He looked at her with a passion that would have surprised her. As she stood there, he drank in her beauty�her shapely legs, the symmetry of the dark stockings and garters, and the small, bald lips of her cunt where her legs met.
"Damn," he said, "you are absolutely beautiful." He walked to her and softly ran his hands over the globes of her ass, marveling at the smoothness of her skin and the firm, round shape of her.
He smoothed her skirt back down. He put his arm around her as they walked back to the car.
The chauffeur held the door for them as they entered the cool air of the limousine. She found it amazing that he didn't speak to the driver. As the car drove away silently, he held out the fur coverlet to her and she once again arranged herself so that the soft, sensual feelings warmed her cheeks.
He again sat across from her. "Well?"
A frown crossed her face. He said, "We're alone."
"Oh . . . sorry." She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, uncovering her tits, then pulled her skirt up so that he could look at her. She opened her legs wide to his gaze.
He moved to sit beside her and stroked her breasts, then her cunt�almost absentmindedly. It was a gentle touch, not insistent, and it lulled her. His hand would gently cup her large tit, fondling, or move to her lower belly, just grazing the top of her slit.
"I've rented a place from a friend for the weekend. I want you to know that we'll be alone there�well, at least most of the time. I will tell you well in advance if someone else will be arriving.
"I'll tell you what to wear, or if I want you to change clothes. The meals are all ready for us, and we don't have to worry about the dishes."
"How�how were you able to do all this?" she asked.
His hands continued to explore the front of her. He laughed. "I guess having a few weird friends helps . . . but it did take a little planning."
* * *
She must have dozed off. The experience of the past few hours had drained her, and the car's motion was like a sedative. He wakened her as he pulled her skirt down. He was buttoning her blouse as the car slowed and turned into a long driveway, sloping downward.
As she got out of the car, she saw a large house, all glass and redwood. It appeared to be completely secluded�there were no other dwellings in sight. They walked to the front door. He removed a key from his pocket and opened it, stepping back to allow her to enter.
The driver brought the luggage and put it inside the doorway. She heard him say something about eight o'clock. She looked at her watch�it was just past four. Looking around the house, she noticed that although the outside was California-style contemporary, the interior was more traditional. A man's house. Dark wood and soft earth tones permeated. The furniture was classically casual, with leather and canvas predominating.
He took her arm and walked her through the house. Glass doors dominated the east wall, overlooking tree-tops and the river far below. The master suite was off to the left, the living areas in the center, and she saw three rooms on the right, leading from a short hallway.
"What do you think?"
She didn't know what to say. "God, it's beautiful . . . and it's all ours for the weekend?"
"Yes, all ours." He embraced her. "Do you remember the rules?"
"Yes ... I ..." She moved her legs apart and started to unbutton her blouse. His hands stopped her.
"I want you to understand that we are completely alone here, so all of those rules apply. But, for now, I just want to ask if you're ready for more of our journey. It gets longer, and more exciting, and more demanding."
She held him tightly. "Yes, I want more . . . still more. You're turning me into a wanton slut�you know that?"
"Oh, I don't know. You've got a ways to go yet, but we'll get there." He held her by the shoulders. "I'm going to mix us drinks. There are clothes on the bed for you. I want you to put them on and come back here."
She walked to the bedroom. Laid out for her were the clothes she would wear for the next few hours. The stockings were pure white, with seams. There was a corselet for her waist, with garters attached. Around the waist were several small metal rings.
There was a bra�or rather a garment that looked like a bra, with no cloth to cover the breasts, only the straps and bands that a bra would have. There was also a very sheer black apron�quite small, with silk ribbons to tie at the waist.
She went into the master bath. It was huge, with a Jacuzzi the size of a small pool, a matching bidet and toilet, and a large walk-in shower that could hold a small dinner table.
She stripped naked, looking at herself in the large mirrored wall. Not bad, she thought. She cupped her breasts, holding them close to the mirror. She could still see a little redness on her nipples from her wonderful encounter with his clothespins. She rubbed herself lightly, remembering her ecstasy, remembering how it felt to be his toy, his slave. She had loved it when he had made her kneel and suck him, feeling his control over her. God, she would do almost anything for him this weekend�anything he wanted.
She rinsed a cloth with warm water and washed herself, cleaning the dried juices from between her cunt lips. The warm cloth felt soothing and fresh. She took one more look at herself in the mirror. She decided that she liked her shaved pussy. Really liked it. Maybe she would stay that way all the time. For him, as a payment of a debt, or a gesture of affection.
Returning to the bedroom, she put on the clothes. They fit perfectly. The corselet was tight�snug, but not unbearable. The bra accentuated her ample breasts, raising them slightly, the side straps adding to their fullness.
She sat to put on the white stockings and saw a pair of white patent-leather shoes on the floor. They were beautiful, the leather of fine quality. The heels were over five inches high!
She attached the hose to the garters and put on the shoes. The high heels made it difficult to remain steady. The angle that her foot was forced to assume made her calves stand out enticingly. She would have to walk very carefully. She completed the outfit, tying the small apron around her waist. It made a stark contrast with the pure white of the other clothes. The bottom of the sheer material barely brushed the lips of her pussy.
When she returned to the great room, he was seated in one of the big chairs. He had changed clothes, as well. He wore a kimono of deep maroon silk. On one side was painted a magnificent white crane. He smiled as she entered, but did not rise.
"Come here," he said. He watched her as she walked across the room precariously on the high heels. She stopped close to his chair. "You look magnificent. How does it feel to be dressed like this?"
"It's�I don't know�it's strange, but I want to do it. It seems all right because I'm with you." She paused. "And because you want it."
He looked at her body, his face showing obvious pleasure. "Turn around slowly."
As she did, his hands grazed her flanks and her ass, then moved to her breasts, fondling and squeezing. She felt a little unsteady. His hands were warm.
"There are some drinks for us over there." He pointed toward the bar in the corner. "Bring them here."
She turned and walked to the bar. His eyes drank in the sight of her magnificent ass as it undulated, her hip movements exaggerated by the shockingly high heels she wore. Her legs were stunning! He made her walk back and forth several times, relishing the sight of her as she got used to the stiletto heels, watching the strain of her thighs and the accentuated roundness of her calves as she strutted for him.
She was of two minds as she paraded in front of him. Part of her felt that she looked foolish, yet she ached to obey him, and was pleased that he took such obvious pleasure in her submissiveness as well as her beauty.
Two drinks lay on a silver tray. She brought them to him, moving tentatively. He pulled a fur-covered footstool close to his chair. "Sit there."
She gave him his drink, then took her own and sat on the ottoman. As in the car, the fur felt luxurious. "We're alone now," he said. "Aren't you supposed to be open for me?"
She bowed her head. "I'm sorry." She moved her knees apart.
He took an object from the table. It was an old English fly whisk�a walnut rod about two feet long, with a whisk at the end, about five inches long, made with hair from the tail of a horse. He took the whisk and gently stroked the inner part of her thighs. The hair was coarse and a little stiff. He moved it up, barely grazing the soft skin of her cunt, flicking away the flimsy apron that she wore. He pressed harder, rubbing the whisk up and down on her shaved lips. "Sit still!" he said.
She sat, trying not to move, feeling the touch of this strange device on her most sensitive skin. He said, "You really have to remember the rules when we're alone, darling. It's important for our journey, and for your frame of mind."
He flicked the whisk up quickly, lightly grazing her left nipple. She jumped, surprised. It hadn't hurt, really, just startled her. He flicked again, whisking the underside of her other tit.
"How does it feel?" He whisked her nipples again, several times. The light sting of the whisk had made them rock-hard.
"I�I like it�it's exciting, I think, because you're doing it."
"Stand up."
She set her drink down and stood up, facing him, standing so that their knees were almost touching. He reached up and softly caressed her thighs and belly with the whisk, the light strokes swishing back and forth, bringing a tingling sensation to her skin. He told her to turn around and, starting at her shoulders, repeated the process, swishing the light horsehair over her back, covering her ass and the backs of her thighs.
She rocked slightly on the high heels as she turned again to face him, remembering this time to keep her legs open. He turned the whisk around, using the small knobbed end to stroke between her cunt lips, making her tremble each time the cool brass stroked her clit.
She said, "I want more. It makes me all tingly. I want it harder."
He leaned forward and inserted his finger into her pussy. She was very moist in her excitement. He said, "Maybe later. I have something else in mind." He opened his robe. His cock was half-erect. "Suck me,' he commanded.
She went to her knees, opening his thighs with her hands. Her hot mouth enveloped his cock, taking him deep as she loved to do. As she moved her head up and down, he softly dusted the whisk over her back and ass. She took him deep in her throat, pressing down hard, until her teeth were against his pubic bone. Sucking his prick was getting her even more aroused.
When he became fully erect, he abruptly told her to stop. He made her lie on her back on the footstool. It was an oblong just large enough for her hips and torso.
The fur felt wonderful on her shoulders, her back, and her ass. Her head fell back, just off the stool.
He stood, and slowly walked around her, using the whisk to toy with the white skin of her body. The horsehair made her shudder with sensation as he ever-so-softly whisked it across her skin, brushing her hard pink nipples back and forth, then whisking lightly at the slit between her wide-open thighs. He looked at her beauty�the stark-white stockings and garter belt accentuating the lovely curves of her legs, the wisp of a bra, holding her breasts in and pushed up. The sheer apron had ridden up, so that he could admire her lovely swollen sex.
He knelt between her open thighs and carefully spread the lips of her cunt with the fingers of one hand. He could see her bright pink clit, hard and erect, just waiting for him. She was breathing huskily, her head moving back and forth.
He bent to kiss her cunt, sucking on her hard clit, laving his tongue up and down as he spread her lips farther apart with his fingers. He felt her body tremble.
His mouth left her lovely sex. Still spreading her apart, he took the whisk and lightly flicked it up and down across her button, watching her as she writhed on the ottoman, her body jolting with each stroke.
He knew when she was almost at her climax. He could see the skin at her throat turning red. After giving two last flicks of the horsehair on her clit, he rammed his cock into her.
She cried out. "Oh! God . . . that's it. I'm coming!" Her hands grabbed his ass, pulling him toward her. "Please don't stop."
He fucked her quickly, hammering his hips into her as she raised her legs to get him in closer. She exploded in ecstasy, squeezing his cock with her cunt walls. He held her tightly. Then, not wanting her to cool too quickly, he pinched her nipples hard, pulling on them as he pulled his stiff cock out of her. Her throat gave a little cry of disappointment as he abruptly withdrew his rigid shaft.
He quickly went to the head of the stool, where her head hung backward off the fur, and stabbed his prick into her mouth.
She took him readily, even greedily. The position was perfect, the angle just right so that his cock could go all the way in her mouth. He moved in and out slowly, filling her.
"Open your cunt lips with your hands," he ordered. She reached between her legs and did as he commanded, spreading the pink petals of her sex. He spoke again. "I want you to come when I do."
She tried to nod, to signal him. He was pumping faster now. She felt light touches of the horsehair whisk on her aroused nipples.
"Wider!" he demanded.
She strained hard, pulling her pussy open even more. Once, twice, then three times she felt the horsehair flick her hard button. The sting of the whisk on her clit was just enough, rocketing her to a second climax. Her whole body trembled as his hot come spurted into her mouth. She sucked greedily, wanting all of his sperm, tasting the saltiness of his white, sticky juice.
His hands went to her tits, massaging and kneading them as she quieted. He kept his cock in her mouth, feeling the warmth of her tongue as his erection diminished.
They moved, then. He held her comfortably, stroking her hair. "My God," she said, "what are you doing to me?" She looked at him. "Everything you do to me makes me want more and more."
They went to the bedroom, where he carefully took her clothes off. They stood facing one mirrored wall. As he stood behind her, she watched as his strong hands roamed over the front of her body, grasping at her breasts, squeezing them together, or moving firmly over her belly to rest between her opened thighs, cupping the flesh of her cunt. She loved watching him use his hands on her�the visual stimulation was almost as rewarding as the physical. Her hands reached behind her back, fondling his cock and balls, feeling the moisture still there from her mouth.
He took her into the bathroom and prepared a bath for them. The tub was a large affair, with ample room for two people, and several bubble jets on the side. He turned on the circulating pump and added some fragrant oils to the water. She slipped into the warm water, feeling her tiredness slide away as the bubbles caressed her naked body.
He left for a time and returned with a large platter of shrimp, ice cold, and a fresh bottle of wine. He poured the golden liquid, then joined her in the bath, sitting facing her. He fed her shrimp dipped in a hot horseradish sauce, and gave her sips of wine. He massaged her calf and thigh muscles, knowing they would be sore from the height of the heels that he had made her parade in.
When they finished the shrimp, he helped her out of the bath and toweled her dry, using the big, rough terry-cloth towels hanging nearby. He rubbed briskly, bringing a rosy glow to her skin.
He took her by the hand and led her to the oversized bed�it looked like one-and-a-half king-sized beds in one. The sheets were of black satin, the pillows oversized.
She lay on the bed, feeling luxurious. He sat next to her. "Is it what you want it to be?" he asked. "Yes. I love you for it."
He stroked her throat and shoulders. "And you'll do everything I want you to do?"
She nodded. "Everything and anything you want me to do."
He became serious. "Things may get more interesting from now on."
Her voice was muted, realizing somehow, that she was taking a further step toward her fantasy. "I know. I want to go on. Please?"
He nodded. "All right. I want you to take a nap. We have a long night ahead of us. I'll wake you in an hour." He reached above her head, just below the mattress. He took out a leather cuff, lined with fur, and fastened it to her wrist. It was not tight, but she could not get it off if she had wanted to try.
"You're mine, right?"
She looked at the cuff. It was attached to the top of the bed with a light silver chain. She pulled on it. It was attached firmly. "Yes. You own me." She looked at the cuff and smiled. "Really own me, I guess."
He got up and started to leave. "What if I have to pee?" she asked.
"I guess you'll just have to hold it." After closing the drapes, leaving her in semidarkness, he left the room.
She stretched out on the cool, silky sheets. The chain that tethered her to the bed rattled softly as she moved. Sleep came rapidly, obliterating her thoughts. She had been thinking of the next two days and how much she wanted to be everything for him, to do everything he asked. She was sure that she wanted this, and if the past several hours were any indication, she would be plunging deliriously into a strange new world.
God, she wanted it, wanted to taste everything. As she drifted off, her last conscious thought was of the sensual feel of fur, leather, and metal as her free hand caressed the chain and the cuff that would keep her on his bed.
CHAPTER 3
In her sleep, she felt the surface of the bed near her head pressed down. He shoved his rock-hard cock against her mouth. She heard his demanding voice say, "Suck on me!"
He rubbed the reddening head of his prick against her lips, pressing until she opened her mouth. She took him inside, waking slowly as she recalled where she was and what she was doing.
He rolled her on her back and straddled her, his ass lightly resting on her breasts. He fucked her mouth with short, hard strokes, pushing himself into her, reaching the back of her throat, riding her. She moved with him now, as she awakened, using her tongue on the underside of his rod. She moved her hand to touch his balls, then realized that the chain held her wrist.
She felt him tense as he started to come. His sperm jetted into her as she sucked on him voraciously, taking it all and asking for more with the movement of her mouth.
When the last bit of white liquid had oozed from him, he withdrew from her. He lifted the silk sheets from her body and lay next to her. "Time to get up," he said.
"God, I've never seen you so quick to come," she said.
He kissed her, then sucked on one of her nipples. "I was horny, and it seemed like a good thing to do." He reached up and unlocked her wrist from the cuff. "Come into the bathroom when you're awake." He left the bed and walked out of the room.
She lay there for a moment. He had been abrupt, and that was new. It was almost as if he had used her for masturbation�the quick blowjob to relieve himself. In a way, she was annoyed. Yet part of her gloried in the feeling of being his toy, his receptacle for come-juice. It was, after all, what she had asked of him. She slipped a finger between her bald pussy lips. She was already wet from him.
She headed for the bathroom, feeling her full bladder signaling. He was standing, waiting for her. His hips rested on the counter. His robe was open, and she could see the slick, wet mixture of his come and her saliva on his softening cock.
She looked at him. "I have to pee."
He didn't move. "Go ahead. I'm going to watch."
"Oh . . . darling. I couldn't."
"Yes, you can." He moved to her and steered her to the toilet. He raised the seat and had her straddle the bowl, facing toward him. He nodded. "Go ahead."
He stood, holding her arm. "You can do it. We'll wait.''
"I can't!"
She closed her eyes. She tried and tried, pressing down. She couldn't get it started. She shook her head. "I just can't!" His voice was strong, yet quiet. "Yes, you can."
Finally she felt the tingling sensation as she started to urinate. As the liquid hit the water, he moved beside her. One arm went around her, cupping her ass. His other hand went to her lower belly, just above her cunt.
"Kiss me!"
She turned her head, and his mouth covered hers. The sensations were all mixed up, and yet wondrous. His tongue, filling her mouth, arousing her. His hand kneading her belly, pushing on her bladder, and the sting and warmth of her piss as she relieved herself.
When she was finished, he told her to stay where she was. He took some toilet tissue and gently wiped her cunt lips. It was an intimate gesture for him, she realized�kind and loving, sharing a closeness that she had only imagined.
"Well?"
She could only shake her head. "It's weird. I liked it, but I'm embarrassed. I don't know how to feel."
He kissed her. "We've got about two hours before dinner. You want to take a quick shower?"
She looked at the huge shower stall. "Sure. Join me?"
He hesitated. "Not now. We'll have plenty of time later. Call me when you're out of the shower."
She stepped into the huge enclosure. There were two corner seats with waterproof cushions. In addition to the regular nozzle, there were several shower heads on three of the walls, all adjustable so that her body was enveloped in the warm spray.
It was heaven as she soaped and lathered her body in the streaming water. Her mind replayed what had just happened, remembering the sensation of his warm mouth and his hands, and the hot stream coming from between her legs. She shook her head. It was too weird. But she liked it. She stepped out of the shower and rubbed her body dry with the giant rough terry towels.
He joined her and stood behind her as they faced the large mirror. "God, you are beautiful," he said. He put his arms around her, and they both watched as he kneaded and squeezed her breasts, then moved one hand lower down, massaging the mound of her sex. He opened her like a flower and toyed with her clit, then moved back to her nipples, pulling and pinching. She loved to watch his hands on her body. Her own hands reached behind her and felt for him under his robe, wanting to fondle his cock. She was disappointed when she realized that he had already put on dark trousers for the evening.
He turned her around then, facing him. He opened a drawer and took out a makeup tray. He told her to stand still. Using a brush, he applied rouge to her nipples�a rose-pink shade, darker than her own nipple color. He applied it carefully; then, after covering her own nipple flesh, he enlarged the aureoles with the same color, making them seem much larger. He used a darker tone on the erect buttons of her hard tips, making the centers of the nipples stand out.
He made her rest her hips on the counter. Kneeling down, he opened her legs and rouged the outer parts of her cunt lips, using a dark shade inside, then blending a lighter shade on the outer lips. He turned her to face the mirror.
The change was amazing. Her nipples seemed much larger, making her tits appear more round and full than their already-generous size. She looked at her sex. Pinkness lined the inner folds of her, just barely visible, yet highlighting her slit. It accentuated her voluptuousness. "It's�it's amazing." She smiled. "I like it."
"Your clothes for the evening are on the bed. I'll meet you in the living room."
She turned back to the mirror, staring at herself. She put her arms under her breasts and pushed them up. It seemed so strange to see herself with bigger, darker nipples. It was almost as if it were a disguise.
In the bedroom, she saw her clothes laid out on the bed. There was a garter belt of dark brown�almost an ebony, yet not quite black. Next to it was a pair of perfectly matching stockings. Her evening dress was of woven silk, as smooth and soft as any she had seen. Its color was a deep bottle green�dark and subdued. The heels on the floor were of the same material, and although high, thankfully not as high as the shoes he had made her wear that afternoon.
Next to the dress lay a simple, perfectly matched string of pearls.
She quickly put on the garter belt and stockings, then put the dress over her head and zipped the zipper up the back. The gown was beautiful. As she smoothed its long skirt, she realized that it was actually two skirts, joined only at the waistband. Each skirt panel went around her body to the other leg. The panel that lay along her right thigh had a matching panel underneath, at the back of the same leg. She turned to the mirror. By raising the skirt at the sides, she was completely exposed, both front and back. Yet when she dropped the skirt, the gown was as conservative and sedate as possible.
The top was a simple, loose scoop-neck, dropping low over her breasts, but not daringly so. She could just see the swell of her tits, and her cleavage was mostly covered. The back was much the same, only cut lower. The underarm was loose and rather revealing. The soft fabric, gathered over her shoulders, was actually two pieces that buttoned. She found that by unbuttoning the garment, it fell away, baring her tits.
She fastened the pearls around her neck and went to the living room.
* * *
He stood at the bar, waiting for her. He wore a plain tuxedo, impeccably tailored. His cummerbund and bow tie matched the material of her dress perfectly.
He poured two glasses of Dom Perignon as she approached and handed one to her. "You look magnificent, darling. The color is perfect."
She sat on the bar stool, remembering to part her legs. She looked out at the twilight through the large glass windows. Purple streaks of dusk were edging over the horizon. "This is such a beautiful place," she said.
He put an arm around her shoulders and looked out with her. "I've always liked this river valley," he said. "There's a lot of seclusion and beauty."
He turned to her. "I never asked you�have you ever gone horseback riding?"
"Yes, lots of times."
"English or western?"
"Both, as a matter of fact. I like western better, though."
He helped her off the stool, and they crossed the room to the far corner. He took a cloth cover off a piece of furniture. "I want you to go riding for me now," he said. "I think you'll like it."
The thing was actually a saddle, of sorts�not as low as a footstool, but the height of an office chair. There was a large pommel at the front, yet a traditional low English back. It was made out of richly tooled leather.
Up from the center protruded a flesh-colored dildo� not too large�with dozens of rubber fingers covering it. It was about three or four inches long and an inch thick. Another ridge of the same material curved down from the shaft, toward the front, from about halfway up it, then arcing in reverse to disappear into the leather of the saddle. It, too, was covered with slightly larger soft rubber fingers. She put her hand to her mouth. "My God ... it's ... I mean ... where�"
He cut her off and took her by the arm. "Have a seat." She handed him her glass.
"I'm beginning to see why this gown is made this way."
He smiled. "Yes, it's one of the reasons."
She lifted the sides of her skirt and straddled the seat. Carefully, she lowered herself onto it, feeling the cool rubber cock push into her cunt, caressing its walls with the rubber nubs. The height was perfect. Her feet rested on the floor, with her knees slightly bent. She rocked forward tentatively. The ridge of rubber massaged her clit, sending flashes of electricity through her.
Her hands naturally went to the pommel. When she held it, she realized that it was a perfect leather sculpture of an erect penis. It was large�so large that her fingers would not go completely around it. It was so lifelike, with a flaring head and veins, all made from the same leather that soothed the skin of her ass.
He reached into a drawer and took out two thin leather thongs. They were a half-inch wide and about four feet long. "We need some reins to go riding, don't we?" He unbuttoned the straps of her dress. The soft fabric fell down, leaving her tits bare.
He deftly made slipknots in one end of each leather thong, then took one and placed it around her right breast. He pulled the knot closed very tightly, with the loose end at the top of her constricted globe. He did the same for her left breast, then draped the ends over her shoulders.
Moving to stand in front of her, he opened his pants and took out his cock. "I want you to suck me."
She bent to him, taking him into her warm mouth. As she sucked on him, moving in and out, she felt him grow.
He picked up the leather thongs. "Time to go riding." He pulled up sharply on the thongs, pulling her tits up, making her rise on the rubber cock that was buried in her pussy. He released her, then pulled her breasts again, setting up a rhythm as she sucked him.
Her mind reeled as the rubber fingers did their magic on her cunt walls, and the hard rubber ridge bumped on her clit, sending shock waves through her. The strain on her breasts sent arrows of excitement right to her loins, and her lover's cock was a relentless force, driving in and out of her throat.
Her climax came like a rocket. He heard her whimper as she came, the sound muffled by his prick in her mouth. She pressed herself down hard on the saddle, grinding every ounce of pleasure out of it as he strained at the leather reins, pulling her, stretching her breasts in the opposite direction.
He exploded in her mouth, his white-hot juice pumping, coming deep from his balls.
Neither of them moved for a bit. He finally withdrew from her lips. A drop of come lay on her chin. He kissed it away. She shivered as he helped her from the saddle, the dildo giving her one last quivering jolt as it left her hot cunt.
He held her tightly, letting her cool down. He kissed her. Then he buttoned the buttons of her gown, covering her lovely tits with the soft green fabric.
They returned to the bar. He chuckled. "What's funny?" she asked as he poured more champagne.
"Well, I almost said, 'How are you enjoying the trip so far?' But it seemed a bit corny."
She stroked his hand. "I'm loving it. God, it's more than I dreamed it could be. I mean, it's like you know exactly what I need."
She paused, then opened her legs and pulled back her skirt, showing him her sex. "Only one problem, though. It's only the first day, and I'm getting a little sore." She stroked her lips gently.
"Don't worry, love. The rest of the evening is mostly look and touch, perhaps, but not much doing." He looked at his watch. "The car should be here."
He took the champagne bottle with them. The driver was waiting for them. He helped them inside, then closed the door. As the limousine pulled away quietly, he gave her the soft fur mat to sit on. She remembered to keep her thighs open.
He said, "I want to look at your breasts."
"Sorry." She unbuttoned the top of the dress and the silk fell away.
He leaned forward on the floor and took one of her ankles in his hand. He fastened a leather-and-fur cuff to it, much like the one on the bed. He did the same to the other ankle, then adjusted the tethers so that her legs were wide open.
He didn't say a word as she looked at him. He took one of her wrists and fastened a similar cuff to it, then fastened the tether to the wall of the car. He did the same with her other hand, then leaned back and looked at her.
She was nervous and apprehensive. The position was awkward, but not uncomfortable. It was just that she had felt a subtle shift in his manner, and it was a little scary.
There was a dim reading light that softly lit the interior of the car. He gazed at her, marveling at her beauty. Her nipples appeared dark and large in the dim light, her cunt a dark gash, perfectly framed by the dark stockings and garters.
He was almost overcome with the sight of this magnificent woman. She seemed vulnerable, yet defiant. Jesus, he loved her! He wanted to fuck her right there, filling her cunt with his come, thrusting into her while she was bound. He put the thought from his mind. There would be plenty of time.
The car had a jump seat recessed in the floor in front of her. He raised it and sat so he would be closer. He poured more champagne and raised it to her lips. A little splashed on her breast, and he wiped it off carefully.
"What are you thinking?"
She spoke almost in a whisper. "I don't know, really . . . a little nervous, maybe a little scared."
His hand caressed the inside of her thigh, brushing over her cunt slit. "I want to talk to you about tonight."
"Okay."
"You know that I would never do anything to hurt you�that is, anything that would hurt us, or the way we feel about each other?"
"I know that. Remember, I was the one with the fantasy."
His fingers traveled across her skin, brushing her nipples, tracing the beauty of the curve of her full breast. When we get out of the car, you must do everything I tell you to�and when I tell you to."
"I will. You know that. Why is it so important?"
"A question first. Why did you let me tie you the way you are?"
She answered without hesitation. "Because I trust you, and because I like it, I guess."
He leaned forward. "That's the point . . . trust. Tonight you will be in a place that perhaps only two hundred people in the whole world even know about.
"It's very discreet, and must stay that way. After tonight, you must never talk to anyone about it�except me�but never to anyone else." His hands stopped stroking. "Can I trust you to do that?"
She could tell by his face that he was quite serious. "Yes, I promise."
"You have to understand that you will see things that you only dreamed might exist . . . maybe even do things that you never thought you would do.
"You have to trust me to know about this place, and that anything I ask or tell you to do will be all right.''
"I understand, but I'm a little confused."
"Tomorrow I'll explain everything to you. For tonight, no questions, and I just want you to be with me and do as I say." He kissed her. "It's part of your journey, and I think you'll relish it after it's over."
"Just where are we going?" She felt reassured.
He smiled. "It's a restaurant, and there's entertainment. But it's a private club."
He looked at his watch. He turned back to her and caressed her thigh, then slowly slipped his finger into her cunt. She was wet. He took his finger and put it in his mouth, sucking her juices. He returned, plunging the same finger into her again, then held it to her mouth. "Taste it," he said. She tasted her own juice for the first time in her life. He smiled. "Now you know why I love to suck on your pussy."
He unshackled her wrists and ankles, then helped her with the top of her dress. "There's just one more thing, love," he said, reaching into his inside jacket pocket. "You'll be wearing this for the rest of the evening."
Around her neck he fastened a small collar. It was of the softest black leather, with silver rings at each side. It was very light in weight and fit her lovely throat perfectly, without discomfort.
She felt it with her hands. The apprehension came to her again, but it was thrilling. She finally felt as if she was his.
They finished the champagne as the car rolled to a stop.
Chapter 4
They were under the portico of a huge mansion made of weathered granite. It could have been a very large private house or a country club�she couldn't tell. A liveried black man held the door for them.
As they entered, she noticed that her lover had pinned a small device on his lapel. It was a silver crane, similar to the bird painted so beautifully on his robe.
As they approached the door, it was opened for them. They passed through a small entryway and into a large foyer. The room was square, with a staircase opposite where they stood. The decor was muted. The lighting was quite subdued, the furnishings rich looking and substantial.
A tall, striking woman approached them. She wore a plain silk black dress. It caressed her slim body enticingly as she walked toward them. Her hair was a soft blond, secured in a bun. She guessed that the woman was in her early fifties.
"Good evening," she said. Her lover shook hands with her. "Your table is ready. Please come with me."
The woman led them through a portal to their left. They were in a dimly lit dining room. Small lamps cast private circles of light at each of the tables. It was not a large room, perhaps fifteen tables. The place appeared to be about half-full. She noticed that all the patrons were well dressed, with most of the men in evening wear and the women wearing long gowns.
The hostess seated them and placed menus in front of them. "Something to drink?" she asked.
He looked at her. "Yes. V.O. on the rocks for me, and the same for the lady, with a splash and a twist."
The woman smiled. "Very well. Will you be dining open or closed this evening?"
He looked at his lover for a long moment, as if he was deciding. "Open, please."
The woman nodded. "Your servants are Mark and Carta." She left quickly.
"What is that all about?" she asked when the hostess had left.
"Shhhhh." He held a finger to his lips. "Remember what I told you in the car?" "Yes."
"I want you to relax. Take a look around now that your eyes have adjusted to the lighting. Just relax� enjoy what we'll experience, and I'll tell you all about it in the morning."
She looked carefully around the room. It was arranged so that all the tables were a comfortable distance apart. Each table had a very faint halo of light around it, as well as the small lamp on the table. It was the only lighting in the room, and the darkness between the tables provided a surprising privacy.
She could see that many of the tables had serving people at them. It seemed that each one had a man and a woman working. As her eyes adjusted more subtly, she could just make out the other diners. All were parties of two�almost all were a man and a woman, though she could barely make out one or two tables where people of the same sex were eating.
The other thing that she noticed as she scanned the room, was that at each table one person wore a collar identical to her own. It seemed fairly evenly divided as to whether it was a man or a woman with the soft leather at their throat.
She sensed that their drinks had arrived. Mark placed hers in front of her, on a plate of bone china that was painted with the same crane symbol that her lover wore on his lapel.
The waiter was dressed in dark pants, with a formal waist-length jacket, white shirt, and bow tie. Across the table, a woman was serving her lover his cocktail. She, too, was dressed in black, with a white apron at her waist. They both wore sparkling white gloves.
Mark stood slightly away from the table. She watched as he adjusted something at his waist. The front of his pants folded away, leaving his cock and balls exposed. She started to say something, then realized she shouldn't. She looked across the table at her lover.
He was watching her carefully, smiling at her surprise and discomfort.
Then she looked at the waitress standing next to him. In the dim light, she could see that the girl had adjusted her clothes in a similar fashion. The front of her skirt had disappeared, leaving her cunt open to their gaze. She stood with her legs slightly apart, her pelvis thrust forward. She wore dark stockings held by a garter belt of black leather. The bodice of her uniform was also without a cover. The girl had light, tawny skin. Her breasts were apple-sized, with hard, dark nipples.
Her lover made a turning motion with his hand. The waitress turned without a word. Her ass was bare as well. It was small and high, and very firm. He stroked it lightly; then she turned to face him. "Very nice," he said to her. "We'll order in a few minutes."
The girl made a slight curtsy, then covered herself and left. Her lover gestured to her, telling her to make the same motion with her hand.
She did, and Mark turned as well. The rear of his trousers was likewise open to her view. He had, she had to admit, a dynamite ass. His skin was tan and covered with blond hair, and he was well muscled, from what she could see.
She looked up at him. He was quite handsome� about twenty-eight� and wore wire-rimmed glasses that made him look very much like Robert Redford.
She said in a quiet voice, "Thank you." He gave a slight bow, then covered himself and left.
She leaned toward her lover over the table. "I don't know what to say." She was startled, the shock of the server's nudity still sinking in. "It's�It's a little jolting at first."
Her lover smiled. "You'll get used to it, even enjoy it, after a while."
As they finished their drinks, the hostess came over and took their order. He ordered for both of them: Caesar salad, a thinly sliced veal medallion dish for her with a creamy wine and basil sauce, and tournedos Rossini for himself.
She hadn't even looked at the menu!
"Darling, I know that I'm not supposed to ask things, and all. But is there some sort of etiquette I should be aware of? I mean, it is a little unusual."
He thought for a moment. "I suppose you have a point. All I will tell you is that the servants are here of their own free will. They take no money. You may touch, fondle them�even more. It is a measure of the quality of their service, like a tip. On the other hand, as we talked on the phone, I don't expect you to do anything you don't want to ... as far as touching either of them."
He reached for her hand. "This is your fantasy trip, darling. Anything you want."
All she could do was shake her head.
Mark and Carla returned to make the salad. They worked together efficiently, seemingly unaware that parts of their bodies were exposed to the couple. Mark brought her the salad and set it in front of her, then stood close, waiting.
Bolder now, she looked at him. His cock was magnificent. It wasn't erect�well, maybe a little, she thought. It was quite large and, she could see, very thick�at least two inches across at the base. Her cunt almost hurt at the thought of trying to fit him inside.
When she thanked him, he bowed and left. She looked at Carla, who was serving her lover. She watched as he looked with obvious pleasure at the girl's body. She had dark hair at her pussy, carefully trimmed to a very small triangle that just shaded the lips of her sex.
He reached up and casually pinched one of her dark nipples, then thanked her, and she curtsied and left the table.
She felt a pang in her gut, watching him touch another woman. Yet it was terribly exciting because he was so casual about it, and she knew that this was part of her journey.
They ate the most wonderful meal that she had ever tasted. Mark and Carla came and went, refilling wineglasses or replacing silverware, each time with a bow or a curtsy.
At one point, about halfway through the meal, they reversed positions, so that the girl was serving her, and Mark was on the other side. She studied Carla carefully. Her skin was olive, with the flavor of the Mediterranean. She had lovely small breasts, and a flat stomach above her carefully trimmed pussy. She almost reached out to touch the girl's skin, but found she couldn't bring herself to move her hand.
She was stunned when her lover casually reached for Mark and hefted his cock, squeezing gently and moving his hand back and forth a few times. He said, "That's very nice, Mark, very nice." He let go of the servant.
"Thank you, sir." Mark covered himself and left.
When he saw the expression on her face, he said to her, "Just keeping the help happy, love�nothing more�and nothing for you to worry about. And . . . you said you wanted to see and taste everything."
She was emboldened by his manner. When the servants returned and Mark was standing near, she took her lovely white hands and caressed his prick, feeling the weight and girth of it. Just holding it, she could feel it grow in her hands. God, it was exciting. And her lover watched her with affection.
She cupped Mark's large balls with one hand and gently squeezed them. At the same time, she moved her other hand up and down on his shaft. Reluctantly, she let go. "Thank you, Mark," she said.
"Thank you, ma'am." When he left, he was smiling.
She could feel herself getting wet. She was aroused by it. Then she had a thought. She leaned close to her lover. "What do you think of me now?"
"Quite simply, I love you."
"You aren't jealous?"
He chuckled. "If I were the jealous type, this is the last place you would be."
"What should I do if I think my service was superb?"
"Well, you can do pretty much anything you like. The privacy is very complete, as you can see. The only rule is that you can not have intercourse in the dining room, and you must stay in your chair. The usual reward for good service is to help them become aroused, then let them masturbate�with your help, if you like."
"Is that what you will do for Carla?"
"Probably." He looked at her seriously. "I may want to do a great many things, but I want to fuck you�only you. Yet, since we're taking this trip together, I have to keep up my end of the bargain.
"Besides"�he smiled�"I want you to watch me do it."
They had finished their dinner. The hostess came to the table. "Was everything satisfactory, sir?"
He nodded. "Just fine. We'll be taking our coffee upstairs."
The two servants had finished clearing the plates and silverware and were standing close to the table. She had made it her practice, the past few times, to fondle Mark's cock for several seconds. She looked at him. "I want to thank you for a very good meal, Mark." Her hands went to him, encircling his half-erect cock and cradling his balls. His prick was gorgeous, and she knew she wanted to at least taste it.
"Come closer, Mark." He moved next to her chair. She opened her mouth, taking his cock into her warm lips and gently sucked on it. It was so thick that she could only get about a third of it in her mouth. She moved her tongue gently back and forth across the underside of the thick shaft. She could feel him harden as she tongued him. She licked the length of him, from his balls to the tip, then slipped the heavy organ back into her mouth for a final taste.
Her hand started pumping back and forth, feeling him grow even more. She could feel him tense as her other hand cupped his ass. She said, "I want to watch you finish, Mark."
"Yes, ma'am." He replaced her hand with his own, pumping his cock mightily with his right hand. She continued to cradle his balls with hers, and watched, feeling the moment come. He climaxed, his hand quickly holding a linen napkin near his cock as the white fluid spurted out of the tip. She gently squeezed his scrotum, milking him until the last tremor had passed.
As he covered himself and left, she watched her lover "tip" the servant Carla. He had taken a fork and was lightly stroking the tines back and forth across her rock-hard nipples. His other hand held a medium-sized dildo up inside her cunt, moving it in and out.
The girl was holding open the lips of her sex with one hand and fingering her clit furiously with the other. Her dark eyes were closed. She climaxed like a volcano, her hips jerking violently. She tried very hard not to make a sound, but you could hear a slight whimper as the waves of pleasure rolled over her.
When it was over, she said, "Thank you very much, sir." She took the dildo with her as she left the table.
He leaned across the table and took his lover's hand. "How are you doing?" he asked.
"It's�it's incredible. I never knew that there was anything like this in the world. Am I doing all right for you?"
"I think you have to ask if you're doing all right for yourself.''
"Yes," she said, "I think I am. I think I want more and more of it."
"How did it feel to make him come like that?"
She thought for a minute. "Powerful, I guess, but the most exciting part was that you were watching me, and your face told me you were pleased."
He nodded. "I was." He let go of her hand and rose, moving to hold her chair. "We'll go upstairs for coffee."
They walked back into the foyer. He told her to wait for a moment and talked quietly with the hostess, then returned for her. They went up the staircase. It was a magnificent piece of woodworking, intricately carved with various designs. All of them were sexual. The top of the newel post was a woman's full breast; the railing had been carved to resemble an unbroken chain of phalluses inserted into the lips of a cunt. At the corners, where the stair turned, the posts were couples, locked in various positions of intercourse.
At the top of the stairs, a woman met them and took them down a wide hallway with several doors. She was attractive, in her thirties, with a voluptuous figure. She wore a gown of burgundy red, the soft fabric clearly showing that she was naked underneath.
They were shown into a softly lit room, about the size of a small bedroom. Dark velvet drapes hung on the opposite wall. A table stood next to the drapes, with two chairs facing each other. The room also contained a love seat, a coffee table, and two small ladies' chairs. The upholstery was a rich brocade.
He held her chair, then sat across from her. There was a discreet knock at the closed door. "Come," he said.
The light in the room was subdued. A waiter in a tuxedo pushed a cart into the room and placed it near her lover's side. A large coffeepot and cups were on the linen cover, along with an assortment of small cookies and dinner mints.
"Will there be anything else, sir?"
"Yes, a bottle of Courvoisier, V.S.O.P., and one of peppermint schnapps. Some glasses and ice."
"Right away, sir." He withdrew quietly.
She looked around the room. "This place is beautiful. It's so intimate. Do we have it all to ourselves?"
He smiled. "Well, in a manner of speaking, we do. No one else will be joining us in this room."
The soft knock on the door interrupted them. The servant set the tray with their drinks on the table and left. Her lover rose and locked the door, then returned and poured coffee for each of them. He poured the schnapps for her, then poured a glass of brandy, setting it on a small brandy warmer. The flame accentuated the ruby-brown color of the liquid as he slowly turned the glass.
He said, "When I lock the door, a light is turned on outside, and we would be disturbed only if there was a fire. Otherwise, we're completely alone."
He waited, watching her. She finally realized what he was waiting for. She unbuttoned the top of her dress and let the silk fall.
He smiled. "I often wonder whether you have any idea what seeing your tits does for me. They're like a tonic. They are so magnificent to look at." He lit a cigarette. She noticed that the smoke disappeared into the ceiling, without filling the room.
"I really like the rouge on your nipples. I think we ought to do that once in a while, after our journey is over."
She sat quietly, enjoying his gaze. "All right. I kind of like it, too."
They sipped their coffee for a while. He got up once and came around behind her chair. His hands went to her tits and fondled them, squeezing them together as his firm hands cupped the outside of them. She leaned her head back against him. His fingers went to her rouged nipples and pulled them, stretching her breasts up and out. She loved it.
He sat down again, leaving her stirred and aroused, as she always was when he played with her sensitive breasts.
A soft chime sounded.
He pressed a button on the wall, and the curtains next to the table parted silently. She found herself looking into a brightly lit room. It was a bedroom, with a double bed next to the glass partition that separated their room from the other. There was a dressing table across from where they sat, with a large mirror in front of it. A small stool matched the dressing table. It was a woman's bedroom, soft and feminine.
As she looked up, she saw that there was a mirror on the ceiling, angled so that she was looking down on the bed.
"This is a one-way mirror," he said, pointing to the glass that separated the two spaces. "We can see in, but no one can see out." He smiled as he saw that she had moved to cover herself. "We are completely alone and will be until we leave this room."
She was fascinated, wondering what was about to happen. He rose and poured her another glass of clear liquid. There was the sound of a door opening. She saw that a woman had entered the room. A microphone allowed them to hear everything that happened in the bedroom.
The woman was stunning. She was about thirty-five. She had very fine light red hair, cut just below her shoulders. She wore a simple light yellow shirtwaist dress. White high heels and a matching bag completed her outfit.
As she watched the woman in the other room, she realized that the most striking thing about her was her size. She was tiny�about 4' 10"�and perfectly proportioned. Her face was exquisite, with fine chiseled features and high cheekbones. She seemed unaware of their presence as she walked around the room, dropping her purse onto a chair, then touching her hair as she passed the mirror.
She stood by the dressing table and unbuttoned her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders. Then she picked it up and threw it carelessly on the other chair. Her undergarments were pure white: a bra of white lace, with matching bikini panties, a garter belt, and stockings.
Her petite figure was even more obvious now. Her waist could not have been more than 17 inches around. She had slim hips and small buttocks. The other thing that struck her was the girl's breasts. For her size, they were very large. Her tits strained the fabric of the lace, her fair skin bulging over the top of the cups. She watched as the girl took off the garment, bending forward to release the round globes.
Her nipples were a light pink, and the tips were extremely larger�larger than the eraser end of a pencil. The entire aureole was enlarged, pouting out from her white, white skin.
She massaged her breasts, rubbing under them where the underwire of her bra had held her in. Then she sat at the dressing table and started brushing her silken red hair. Her pendulous breasts swayed with the movement of her arm.
On the other side of the mirror, he was watching his lover's reaction. He said, "Well, what do you think?"
"She's beautiful ... but so tiny. Almost like a doll."
"Yes, she is."
At that moment, the door opened. The girl turned, with her arm upraised, to look at the doorway. She smiled and rose. A man entered the room and closed the door. He wore a white shirt, open at the neck, and tan slacks. He was huge�at least 6' 4", and built like a fullback. The muscles on his arms stretched the fabric of the shirt he wore.
And he was black, with skin the color of polished ebony.
She moved quickly to him and threw her arms around his neck. Even with the high heels that she wore, the top of her head did not reach his chin. He took her arms from his neck and said, "That's not what I want� you know that." His voice was rich and deep, with a polished Caribbean accent.
He forced her down, making her get on her knees. The woman seemed submissive, eager to please. Her hands went to his fly, unzipping him.
At their table, he watched as his lover viewed the scene on the other side of the mirror. She was mesmerized by it . . . turned off in a way, yet eager at the same time. Her mouth was open, and her nipples were erect, her drink sat on the table, forgotten.
In the bedroom, the redheaded woman had taken his cock out. It was huge!�at least nine inches long. The girl was holding it in both hands, and it was so big that both her hands would barely encircle it. She stretched her mouth wide open and took his black cock into it.
"That's much better," the man said. "Take more."
The woman tried, her mouth opening wider and wider, trying to take in his thickness. As she sucked on him, he took off his shirt. His chest was massive; the muscles rippled as if they were oiled. He reached for his belt and dropped his slacks on the floor, stepping out of them. The girl moaned as she crammed his thick tool into her mouth, her head moving back and forth. His balls hung down heavily between his legs. The girl fondled them, cupping and squeezing.
"That's enough," he said. "Lie down on the floor and take off your panties."
She did as he ordered, lying on her back. She raised her legs and slipped off the wispy white bikini, leaving the stockings and garter belt on. Her pussy hair was also light red, silky fine, and very sparse. Her black lover straddled her head, facing her feet. He bent down and picked her up by her legs, making it look as if he were picking up a doll. As he lifted her, he spread her legs apart and placed her thighs on his broad shoulders, burying his face in her cunt.
Her lovely hair hung straight down. Her body was upside-down, with her face at his crotch. He buried his mouth in her cunt slit, licking deeply as he held her hips on either side. She grabbed his thick, hard cock and crammed it back into her mouth, opening her lips wide to take in as much as she could. They could hear her gag slightly as he thrust his hips toward her face.
They turned slowly as they mouthed each other. The man held the tiny girl as if she were a feather. She saw that he had hard muscles on his thighs and ass. The girl's slim legs spread around his neck as he stabbed her cunt with his tongue.
As abruptly as he had picked her up, he lifted her away from him and tossed her onto the bed. She lay there, breathing heavily. He walked slowly to her and knelt between her open thighs.
"Tell me," he said.
"I want it." The girl's voice was a whisper.
"Louder!"
"I want it!"
He had moved closer now. His thick black prick lay on top of her pussy. The contrasts were incredible: his skin so dark and polished�hers pale and white. Her red cunt hair was matted with the juice that was seeping from the large hole at the end of his prick.
"Please fuck me."
He laughed.
"Please... put your big cock in me. Fuck my cunt."
He took hold of his prick and thumped it on her pubic mound. She jumped. He slapped her cunt again with his tool, harder.
They were on the bed not more than three feet from the mirror. His lover's face was close to the glass, watching with an intensity that surprised him.
The black man moved up from between her legs to kneel at her head. He held his cock in his strong hand. He would tease the tiny woman with it, brushing it over her lips, then pull back when she opened her mouth. He toyed with her for several moments.
"God!" she said. "Let her suck on it!" Her face was close to the glass, watching them. Her lover rose from his chair and went to a drawer and removed two polished wooden dildos. He inserted them into holes in the table, about six inches from the glass. His lover was so engrossed, watching the scene in front of her, that she did not notice.
He cleared the table of glasses, then moved behind her and steered her up and out of the chair. "What?" she said, surprised.
"Keep watching," he ordered as he moved her around to face the one-way mirror, with the table between her and the glass.
The black man had finally put his cock into the redhead's mouth. He straddled her shoulders and put a cushion under her head. He was thrusting his thick black tool slowly in and out of her tiny lips. Her cheeks bulged as he shoved into her. They could hear the sucking noise of her mouth. Every so often, they heard her gag slightly as he shoved his cock in too deep. The woman's eyes shone with the pleasure of it.
He bent his lover over the table, placing her forearms on the table so that her hands could grip the carved wooden dildos that were upright in the tabletop. The position put her face just three feet from the redhead's. She watched with deep concentration as the woman sucked the man's monstrous black cock.
He slowly moved his lover's dress until her ass was open to him. He fondled it, caressing her lovely curves. Then he returned to his seat, facing the side of her body as she leaned over the table.
The big black man had moved again to kneel between the girl's slim thighs. Again he slammed his prick on her pussy mound.
"Please . . . please, please fuck me." The redhead's face was taut with desire. Saliva shone on her chin. Her breathing was fast and hard. "Come on, you bastard . . . give me that cock!"
He grabbed her tits then, his black fingers spreading over the big, soft mounds of flesh. He kneaded them brutally, squeezing and pulling, taking her nipples and twisting them.
"Oh, God! I love it! Hurt me . . . Fuck me!" she cried.
His lover whispered aloud. "For Christ's sake . . . fuck her. Stick that big thing into her and make her come!"
The man told her to open wide. She reached down and spread the pink lips of her pussy, pulling hard. He took his dark black cock and laid it between the lovely pink flesh.
"Oh, my God!" his lover whispered. "She'll never be able to take it all."
He moved behind her. His own cock was as hard as ever from watching the couple on the other side of the glass. He opened his pants.
They heard a whimper as the big black man slowly buried his cock into the small, tight pussy of the girl. Her cunt lips were stretched incredibly as he plunged in slowly, filling her completely as his pubic bone shoved against her fine red cunt hair.
He spread his lover's shaved pussy lips and slowly pushed his own cock into her, feeling her welcome him, shoving her ass against him as her hands gripped the two wooden cocks tightly. He fucked her slowly, feeling the heat of her cunt.
His lover was hypnotized, watching as the huge dark cock stabbed in and out of the girl's tiny pussy, stretching her unbelievably. Her legs were high up and wide open, giving the black man all of herself.
He held his lover's shoulders, pulling her back toward him. Then he reached under her and grasped her breasts, feeling their weight, massaging them as he started to slam his cock into her. He would pull on her nipples, then pinch them, sending fiery signals to her clit.
On the other side of the mirror, the couple was close to their climax. The tiny woman shuddered and cried out as her orgasm crashed over her. The black man followed quickly, making two or three huge thrusts, then withdrawing quickly and moving to hold his cock close to the girl's face. The first spurt of come splashed over her face, covering her cheeks and lips. She opened her mouth then, and sucked the last of his juice from him.
His lover's climax bloomed like a flower; what she had been seeing, her lover fucking her, her breasts being pinched, and the look of ecstasy on the small woman's face combined in one huge tidal wave of sensuality. Her climax exploded as she felt her lover's hot come spurt into her pussy. She shoved back, grinding her ass against his crotch.
He slowly released his grip on her tits, but held her quietly as she shuddered. She was glad that the table was there to lean on because she felt that she couldn't stand up right away.
After a while, he helped her to her seat. When she looked through the glass, the couple had gone. He pressed the button, and the drapes closed silently.
He poured them fresh coffee and drinks, then lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke upward, toward the dark ceiling. He looked at her.
"God," she said. "That was wonderful. I just�I don't know how ..." She just shook her head. "I've never felt anything like that before."
She looked at him for a long, long time. She finally got up and walked to his chair. She knelt next to him, then raised her skirt, her legs wide open, her tits bared, and said, "Would you kiss me?"
He bent down and did so, tenderly and with great affection. One hand went to her right breast, cupping it.
She said, "Can we get out of our journey, just for one or two minutes?"
He turned his chair to face his kneeling lover. "Yes. For just two minutes."
She took his other hand and cupped it against her left tit, holding both of his hands close to her. "I just want you to know that you are more than fulfilling me. It's everything I'd hoped for and more, and I want to say thank you, and I hope the three days never ends."
He kissed her again, then smiled. "Are we back on our journey?"
She straightened up. "Yes!"
"Then suck on me."
CHAPTER 5
He had been playing with her, of course, because he had just had a spectacular climax, and it would have taken hours for him to come again. She bent her head and took his softening cock in her warm mouth. She could taste his come and her juices as her tongue moved up and down.
In truth, he didn't want her to stop because it felt so damned good. Finally he helped her to her feet, and they sat down for one more coffee.
As they sipped the rich coffee, her mind calmed a bit. She had been in a whirlwind of emotions since they arrived, and it was relaxing to have a respite from the constant arousal of the past several hours.
She realized that this was what she had been seeking: a complete and utter freedom from concern as she traveled the dark side of her sexual being.
And her lover. Her lover could not have been more attuned to her needs if he were a psychic. It was as if he knew just when to give her more, or to let up for a time, like now, when she could gather her senses for their next adventure on this heady journey.
He rose and smiled at her, extending his hand to help her rise.
Telling her to cover herself, he watched as she buttoned the buttons on each side of her gown. "Now," he said, "now we get to the part where you must do what I tell you, whether you want to or not. You'll have to trust me and, as I told you, I'll explain all of this night tomorrow morning.
"You said you wanted to see it all. Well, here we go." He took her hand, and they left the room.
* * *
They walked down the hallway, back to the staircase, and crossed over to the other side of the mansion. At the end of the hall was a single door. The white crane painted on it glowed eerily in the dim light.
A tall woman stood next to it. They stopped, and she handed her lover something. He turned to her and said, "Inside, everyone wears one of these." He slipped a black mask over her head. It was soft, made of velvet, and fit comfortably on her eyes. As he put his mask on, she could see that his eyes were clearly visible through the band of black cloth.
The woman opened the door. As she had expected, the room was dimly lit. Her eyes adjusted, and she could see that it was a very large room, yet full of Oriental screens of black lacquered wood. The screens made up many small cubicles and angles, cleverly dividing the room into about thirty different "areas."
He took her hand and they walked slowly through the room. She saw that each area was lighted with a brighter�yet still subtle�illumination coming from the ceiling.
They stopped and entered one of the spaces. There was a large table in the center, covered with a dark cloth of some kind. A woman lay on the table. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her blouse was open. Her bra was unsnapped and pushed up around her neck.
She was a heavy set woman, with large thighs and big, heavy tits that drooped softly to each side. She had large, dark nipples that covered the entire ends of her enormous tits. She wore a mask.
Her lover steered her closer to the table. They stood beside the woman, near her chest. A man stood across from them, also masked. He was naked, very pale and thin, and he had a raging erection. He held a bottle of baby oil in his hand. He poured some of it on the woman's lower belly, then covered his other hand with it.
"Are you ready?" he said.
The heavy woman nodded. She was breathing huskily. "I want it."
He set the lotion down and grabbed one of her soft, floppy breasts, squeezing it tightly. His other hand went to the woman's cunt. Her thighs were spread wide apart. Her pubic hair was thick and a curly dark brown.
He massaged her outer pussy, pressing on the fleshy lips, rubbing the oil into her sensitive skin. She sighed and smiled as the man plunged two fingers into her cunt.
He moved them in and out, pressing and pushing on the sides of her vagina, thrusting in deeply with his hand. He continued to knead her tits, changing from one to the other, pressing and pulling as if her flesh were dough.
He took his hand out and poured more oil on it, then plunged it back into her pussy, this time using four fingers. The woman moaned huskily. Her eyes fluttered; her mouth curved into a deeper smile.
On and on it went, the man plunging his hand deeply into her, in and out, pressing and pushing as the woman writhed on the table, opening her legs wider to help him, raising her heavy hips to meet the thrust of his demanding fingers.
He stopped briefly and kissed the woman on the lips. "Are you ready for more?" he asked.
She almost whispered it. "God, yes ... all of it."
He used more oil, then massaged her cunt lips with his fingers. He positioned his hand so that his thumb lay along his outstretched fingers and pushed it into her wide-spread hole. He pushed hard, pressing slowly as the woman strained to open herself wider.
As his fist slipped into her, she sighed, a long, heavy outpouring of contentment. The man started pumping his hand in and out of her, tugging on her breast with his other hand as the woman's head thrashed from side to side.
In and out, his fist moved. His wrist was completely covered by her pussy lips. She started panting, saying, "I'm there, I'm there . . . I'm there . . . Nooowwww!"
His hand left her soft tits. He grabbed her clit between his thumb and finger and pinched hard, twisting and pulling as the woman climaxed. Her whole body shook with the power of her orgasm. The man stayed with her, holding and pushing as she shuddered.
He took his lover's hand and led her out of the area. She turned and said, "I can't bel�"
He put his fingers to his lips. "Shhh . . . You said you wanted to see it all." He was smiling. "You will, but we'll talk about it when we're gone from here."
She nodded and said, "Okay." As they walked a little farther, she thought about what she had seen. It had been gross, maybe, but it was also highly erotic. Sensual and basic; almost animalistic. The man and woman obviously enjoyed it and had wanted it. The orgasm that the heavy girl had enjoyed seemed as powerful as any she had had. She decided not to judge any more, but rather to enjoy what they were doing.
* * *
They entered another space. She noticed that there was another couple there, dressed as they were, only it was the man who wore the same soft collar that she did.
They stood next to them and faced a tall woman dressed in gray chiffon. She judged her to be at least fifty, perhaps more. Her hair was a handsome pepper-and-salt color. She was dressed exquisitely. The chiffon skirt was cut away from her abdomen, exposing her genitals. She wore an intricately laced garter belt and stockings in the same pale shade. Her pubic hair was more gray than dark.
In her hand she held a leash.
On all fours, squatting next to her was a young man of twenty-three or so. He was completely naked. His cock was erect, sticking rigidly out from his body.
The woman spoke to them. Her voice was refined, cultured as money will often do to one's speech. "This is Freddy," she said. "He likes to do tricks." She looked down at him and jerked harshly on the leash. "Don't you, Freddy?"
He smiled at her, wagged his ass, and said, "Arf, arf."
"Lie down, Freddy."
The man lay down on the soft carpet.
"Roll over, Freddy."
He rolled over onto his back. The woman placed the thin, high heel of her shoe against his nipple and ground it into his chest. "Good boy, Freddy." His erection stood out like a flagpole. The woman pressed his cock against his belly with the toe of her shoe.
"Get up, Freddy. Make Mommy happy."
The man eagerly got to his knees and pressed his face into her cunt, lapping and licking like the dog he wanted to be. The woman shoved her pelvis forward and opened her legs wider. With her free hand, she shoved Freddy's face into her pussy; rubbing, grinding her pussy against his mouth.
She felt her lover behind her, softly caressing her ass. Then he shoved himself against her, and she could feel the hardness of his erection through his trousers.
The woman stopped. "Sit, Freddy."
When he had, she knelt next to him and patted his head. She opened her dress and exposed a surprisingly supple breast with a small, dark nipple. "Here's your treat, Freddy boy."
The young man mouthed her nipple avidly, making sucking, slurping noises with his lips. He nursed at her, his eyes closed, as the woman smiled, obviously aroused.
Abruptly, she jerked at the leash. "Sit!" He jumped to obey. Then she turned around and lifted her skirt, exposing her buttocks. Her ass was like marble�toned and smooth. The woman was obviously no stranger to health spas.
"Make Mommy really happy, Freddy." She bent over slightly and Freddy buried his face in her ass, licking and mouthing her ass crack from top to bottom. He shoved his face against her. She bent over a little more and spread her cheeks. The man's tongue dived at her ass with renewed fervor.
"Deeper, Freddy. Put it in deeper." He tried harder, steadily pushing on her tight hole with his tongue. The woman's legs trembled, and she emitted a deep and satisfying sigh.
After her orgasm had subsided, she told him to sit, then lowered her dress. She patted his head. "Nice doggy, Freddy. Would you like a treat?"
The man yapped eagerly, his face a picture of excitement. He held his hands up, like a dog in the begging position. His cock was mightily erect.
"Play dead, Freddy."
He immediately flopped to the floor on his back. He held his arms up, but bent. His legs were up and spread apart. The woman walked around him slowly. Again she dug the narrow heel of her shoe into his chest, right at the nipple.
Freddy groaned, his face contorted in a mixture of agony and pleasure. The woman walked around his head and stabbed his other nipple with her heel.
"You can play now, Freddy," she said.
He reached for his cock and started masturbating furiously, his hand pumping up and down on his rigid prick. His mistress stood between his legs and watched him, a look of detached amusement on her face. She took the thin spike heel of her shoe and pressed on Freddy's balls, moving her foot back and forth, then scraping up and down his scrotum.
Freddy cried out in pleasure and pain, his hand pumping faster and faster on his bright red cock. Finally he came, the white fluid spurting forcefully, landing on his chest and belly.
The woman kept the heel of her shoe dug into his tender sac until he was through. She was smiling, a look of triumph spread across her face.
"Good dog," she crooned. "Good dog."
* * *
They walked around for a little while. Some of the areas were empty. Other had several people in them, and they could not see what was happening.
They found one space, off to the side and went in. The floor was thickly carpeted. There was a large wooden frame in the center, made like a rectangle on end. In the center of the frame, accented by the lighting of the space, a woman stood, partially suspended by her wrists.
She was stark naked, except for high heels. She was a brunette, her hair cut short in a pageboy. The girl was very pretty, with liquid brown eyes. She seemed to be about thirty.
They stood for a moment, looking at her. "Please whip me," she whispered. His lover looked more closely at her. There were faint marks on her body, from her knees to her shoulders�about a dozen in all. Her breasts were small, stretched taut across her chest because of the way her wrists were tethered above her.
Leather straps were fastened tightly to her legs, just above her knees, with a metal bar fastened between them. It was impossible for her to close her legs. From the center of the bar, another shaft rose up vertically. They could see that there was a thick dildo on the end of it, most of it buried in the woman's vagina.
She was just able to stand on the floor. It must have been very uncomfortable. "Please," the girl said.
Her lover went to the side of the frame. Hanging there were several different instruments. Some were thick, wide pieces of leather with handles; there was a riding crop, a soft leather whip with several strands, a thin cane, and a bundle of willow branches tied together.
He chose the riding crop and brought it to his lover. He held it out.
She backed away. "I don't think I can do it." She was shaking her head.
"It's what she wants," he said. "But ... I just ..." She looked at the bound woman. There was a pleading in her eyes behind the mask. She thought about saying 'time out,' yet she was strangely fascinated. And she wanted to please him. "Maybe if you did it first," she said.
Her lover looked at her for a long moment, torn between making her do it and his understanding of her dilemma. He said, "All right, it might be easier that way."
She watched him as he stepped up to the girl, standing on her right side. The woman looked at him intently as he came near. He raised the riding crop and toyed with the nipple of her left breast, flicking the leather strap at the end of the crop across the sensitive dark-pink flesh. Her nipple became erect instantly, sticking out deliciously.
He drew his arm back and struck her very hard across the flesh of her tit. The girl jumped and let out a soft moan.
"Thank you, sir," she whispered, her eyes showing intense gratitude.
He walked back to his partner, holding out the crop. She took it reluctantly. He stood and waited. "Where . . . where should I hit her?"
He studied the woman for a moment. "Lay the crop on the inside of her thigh, high up."
She stepped up to the other woman. "I'm sorry," she said to the naked girl. "I have to do it . . . for him."
"I understand," the woman replied, her voice very low. "Don't be sorry. It's what I want, what I need." Their eyes met. "Please do it hard."
She stepped back and measured the stroke, laying the end of the crop on the girl's inner thigh. She took her arm back and then forward, hearing the swish of the leather through the air.
The crop landed with a loud smack on her target, up near her cunt, and inside. The woman jerked against her shackles. She was trembling, her hips working furiously on the dildo that invaded her cunt. "I'm almost there . . . one more . . . please!"
Their eyes met again. "On my tits . . . please!"
His lover raised her arm again and brought the crop down hard across her taut breast. The woman jerked again, then gave out a long, delicious sigh as she shuddered, moving her pelvis back and forth, coaxing everything she could out of her climax.
"Thank you," the woman whispered. There was a slight smile on her lips.
When she returned the leather whip to the hook, she found she was trembling with excitement. She walked to her lover. "I can't believe I did that," she said. "But she wanted it so badly."
"Yes. She did. And you were kind to her, in her way." He held her arms, looking at her. "One of the things you'll realize on this journey of ours is that love�and pleasure�can take on a thousand different forms." He kissed her. "How did it feel?"
"I�I don't know. Powerful, I guess. Sort of like Mark downstairs. I didn't really want to do it, but I did want to."
They left the space and continued through the dimly lit room.
* * *
"Oh," he said to her, "this one is fun." He led her into yet another area. This one had several people in it, perhaps a dozen. They all wore evening clothes and the by-now-familiar masks. She thought she recognized two or three of the women diners from the restaurant by their dresses.
There was a dark, heavy curtain across one end of the space. It was more brightly illuminated than most of the areas, with the lights aimed at the curtain, keeping the rest of them in relative darkness.
The curtain rustled, and she saw that there were four something filling the spaces behind the holes in the curtain. It was hard to believe, but four partially erect cocks stood out through the holes.
A murmur of appreciation came from the group as they looked at the curtain. All the men had put on cock rings�tight leather straps that constricted their cocks and pulled up on their balls to keep them snugly jutting out below.
A woman's voice said, "We will begin in two minutes."
Nothing happened for a moment. Then one of the women in the group moved toward the curtain and knelt in front of one of the pricks. She was an attractive woman in her early forties. She wore a tan cashmere dress.
Another woman left the group and knelt down. She was younger, with bright red hair. It was swept up in a bun, and they could see the freckles at the back of her neck. She had large, heavy breasts that were barely restrained by her extremely low-cut white evening gown.
She turned to her lover. "What is this?"
He said, "Can't you guess? It's a competition�and your favorite sport."
A third woman left the audience and knelt down. It was the woman in the gray chiffon dress�the one with the "dog" named Freddy.
"We have another fifteen seconds," the voice said.
She didn't know what to do. Part of her was fascinated, wanting to watch; yet she wanted to be the fourth woman in the contest. She looked at him. "Should I?"
"You should if you want to."
"But you ... I mean, how would you�"
He gave her a little shove toward the curtain. "It's your trip, darling, your journey."
She went forward nervously and knelt down in front of the remaining exposed cock. She was between the woman in gray chiffon and the redhead with the large breasts.
The voice said, "Begin."
She hesitated, then saw the other women dive forward and take the cocks into their mouths. A thought jumped into her mind as she realized that the redhead was sucking on Mark's cock. At least she thought it was the waiter from the dining room.
She took the cock into her warm mouth. The men were braced against something at their backs, so there was no movement except toward the women. She steadied herself by putting one hand on the man's thigh. With the other, she circled his cock, pulling on him as her mouth moved up and down. He grew hard quickly. She was thankful that he was only a little larger than her lover, and she could take almost all of his tool into her mouth.
She let him go and started to lick his balls, stroking with her hand as she did. She looked to the side and saw that the redhead was working furiously, her pretty lips sucking at the head of the thick cock in front of her. She wouldn't take him very deep in her mouth, though, and just tongued around the head of it, relying on her hand to make him come.
The older woman to her left was moving more slowly. The cock in her mouth was immense, and she had to struggle, stretching her mouth wide to take most of it in. The woman moved with a sureness and practice, though, and she felt that the man might be nearing his climax.
The competition made her work harder. She plunged the cock into her throat, taking him in deep, now massaging his balls, setting up a rhythmic, steady pace.
Her mouth sucked with a steady pressure as she moved him in and out of her.
The redhead said, "Come on, damn you!" Her small hand was pumping furiously, but she still didn't take much of the man's cock into her mouth.
The room was silent as the four women ministered to the anonymous men, the silence broken only by the sound of sucking and saliva. The tension in the room was almost a physical force, the watchers holding their breath as the women sucked and massaged.
"There!" The lady in the chiffon yelled with triumph.
At the same time, her man started to climax. She held him in her mouth for the first spurt, then moved away, pumping her hand as the hot white fluid oozed from the tip.
She looked to her left. The cock was also oozing its come as the older woman pumped her hand up and down the thick shaft. She and Freddy's mistress looked at each other and smiled.
They turned and watched as the other two women worked. The woman in tan cashmere made her man come next. She was also taking him in deeply into her mouth, cradling his balls with one hand. His climax took her by surprise, and she jerked her head back as the second spasm sent his juice onto her face. She laughed and covered the cock with her mouth, drinking him in.
Finally the young redhead was successful. She let go of his prick, watching as the come jetted out and fell on her generous breasts, above the low-cut bodice. She took the white liquid and massaged it into her soft flesh.
The voice said, "We have two winners for this round. The judges have declared a tie."
As the women stood, she and her fellow winner shook hands, exchanging triumphant grins. The remainder of the group gave them a polite round of applause, then began to drift off.
She reached her lover breathless. "I won! Are you proud of me?"
He kissed her warmly. "I never doubted for a minute that you would."
"And you don't feel as if . . ."
He kissed her again. "You keep forgetting. This is your fantasy. I want it all for you."
She felt wonderful�excited, jubilant, and terribly evil. It was all coming true. God, how she loved him for it!
* * *
They sat at a small table. A waiter appeared, and he ordered two glasses of wine. He looked at his watch after the wine was served. "It's getting late. I think we'll just make one or two more stops, then be off."
She was curious. "How many�well, how many things are up here?" She really didn't want to leave.
"I'm really not sure. The number varies, but usually twelve or thirteen at any given time."
Her mind was spinning. She took a sip of wine. "Where do all these people come from?"
He shook his head. "Not tonight. Tomorrow you'll have all your questions answered."
He smoked a cigarette as he finished his wine. "Nipple rings," he said. "What?"
He rose, taking her hand. "One of the patrons is getting her nipple rings tonight�I thought you might like to watch."
They followed the passageway around to another, smaller area. Several people were there, all masked. A woman sat quietly in a chair. The top of her evening dress was down. She wore the same mask that all of them did.
Her breasts were nicely sized and firm, with the nipples pointing straight out. She sat facing the small group. Her mouth was relaxed, yet determined.
There was a table next to her with various instruments on it. A man approached and, without a word, began to work. First he placed an ice cube directly on her nipple. It became hard, but he held the ice cube there, numbing her flesh. She noticed that he wore rubber gloves as he worked. He took a small pen and made a mark on the side of her hard nipple.
He sprayed the area with a disinfectant, then grasped the tip of her nipple and stretched it out, away from her body. Holding it firmly, he took a surgical needle from the table and placed it against the side of the pink flesh where he had made the mark.
With a deft, quick movement, he pierced her. She took a sharp breath, but otherwise remained still. The man picked up a small, delicate gold wire hoop. It was about the diameter of a quarter, and split. He put one end of the ring into the slot behind the needle and continued pressing it through her flesh until the gold came well out the other side.
He brought the two ends of the gold ring together and soldered them quickly. Then he sprayed the nipple and the area around it with a disinfectant and said, "Look at what you have."
The woman held her breast and studied the ring that rested through her nipple. She looked at him and smiled. He moved the table to the other side and started to repeat the procedure with the woman's other nipple.
She put her hand on his arm. "No ice this time�I want to feel it."
The man kissed her, then went to work. As the needle pierced her, she moaned softly, but she still didn't move. He finished joining the ends of the ring.
She cupped her breasts, looking down at them. The gold glimmered in the light as she turned back forth. "Thank you," she said. They kissed again. Then the man left.
The woman sat for a long time, studying her nipples. There was something terribly erotic to the whole event, yet something frightening.
She wondered if she would ever have the nerve to do that, and decided that she probably would not. Yet, when you thought about it, it was not a lot different, philosophically, than having your ears pierced. Thinking about it made her own nipples achingly hard.
* * *
They strolled again and entered another cubicle. It had a similar wooden frame in the center, much like the one where she had whipped the girl. This time, however, a man was spread-eagled on the frame. He had a large ball-gag in his mouth, and wicked-looking clips attached to his nipples. Heavy weights hung from the clips, stretching his nipples downward.
The sight shocked her, even more than seeing the girl had. Perhaps it was because of the gag. There were several clothespins attached to his balls, sticking out at all angles. His cock, which was fairly large, stood out, stiffly erect.
As they stood there, a woman in a lovely black gown came in. She went immediately to him and knelt in front of him. She sucked his cock for a while, teasing him. Then she took one of the clothespins from a pile on the floor and placed it on his scrotum. He moaned. Yet, through his mask, it was obvious that he wanted more.
After a few minutes, another woman came in and repeated the process. She sucked on him for a long while, taking him deeply into her mouth. Then she stood and bared her breasts to him, rubbing them against his chest, making the weights sway back and forth. She knelt and sucked him briefly one more time, then put a clothespin on his balls. She left quickly.
He looked at her expectantly. She said, "No, I don't think I'm up to this one right now."
He took her hand and they left.
* * *
They entered another area. It was deserted for the moment, except for a woman that was lying on a low table. Her head was turned toward them, and they could see that she was startlingly pretty. She was the youngest person they had seen so far�probably no more than twenty or twenty-one. She wore black stockings and garter belt.
His lover got a jolt when she saw that the girl's cunt was shaved, just like her own. Her tits were small, yet firm and standing upright. Her nipples were hard as rocks. She had long golden-blond hair. Her legs were raised at the knees and wide apart, as if her high heels were resting on some kind of stirrups.
A man entered the room and went to her head. They moved to get a better view. He knelt on the floor and unzipped himself. The height of the table was such that he was even with the girl's head.
She opened her mouth, and he plunged his cock into her, moving swiftly in and out as he became erect. Another man entered and knelt between her legs. He took out his hard prick and shoved it into the girl's cunt, pumping hard.
As the two men fucked her, she realized that the girl was tied down, strapped to the table by leather straps at her upper arms and across her abdomen. Her ankles were secured by the same kind of leather straps. She couldn't have moved if she wanted to.
They shoved their cocks in and out of her. Her eyes were glazed with a kind of ecstasy as she was being used. She detected a shudder running through the girl.
The man who was fucking her pussy pulled out and knelt while he pumped his cock, spurting his come all over the girl's belly and thighs. When he was finished, he zipped himself and left.
The man who was fucking her mouth was starting to move faster. Her cheeks bulged as he pumped in and out of her. As they watched, a third man came in and knelt between the girl's outstretched thighs. He immediately started ramming his prick into her bald pussy.
The man at her head started coming. He, too, withdrew from her mouth and moved down, jetting his come all over her tits and chest. The girl was smiling in a kind of trance.
Before he had left, another had taken his place, filling the lovely girl's mouth with his prick. She moaned in pleasure as they worked on her, using her lovely body as she wanted them to, glorying in being a receptacle for their cocks.
She turned to her lover as he watched the tableau and touched his arm. "Do you"�she nodded toward the low table�"do you want to . . . ?"
He smiled. "No, love. I'm here for you. I just wanted you to see some of this." He laughed quietly. "It would have been fun to be one of those guys behind the curtain, though."
They looked back to the table. Even as one man was jetting his come onto the girl's skin, another replaced him, nestling his hard cock between her shaved lips.
They left the room quietly.
She was feeling as if she were in a sexual overload. She had seen so much and done some things that astounded her. Her cunt was wet with the excitement of it. Her skin was flushed with the sheer sensuality of everything they had seen.
They left that side of the house and walked down the elegant staircase. At the front door, the hostess said, "I hope you found everything acceptable." She was smiling a knowing smile.
He nodded. "Fine. It was just fine."
She turned to his lover. "And you, madam�was everything to your liking?"
"Oh, yes. It was a very enjoyable evening."
They went out into the cool night air. The limousine came to the front quickly. They got in. As the car pulled away, he opened and poured champagne. Before he gave her her glass, he said, "We're alone."
She was puzzled, but only briefly. Then she unbuttoned the straps of her gown and bared her breasts for him, opened her legs, and pulled the sides of her skirt apart so he could look at her in the muted light.
He handed her the wineglass. It sparkled in the soft light. Drinking in the beauty of her body, he said, "You are so lovely, my love." He held up his glass, as a toast. He loved her darkly rouged nipples.
She started realizing how tired she was, and how glad that they were finally alone. As she sipped her champagne, she knew that it would take her a long time to sort out what she had seen tonight and how she felt about it.
When she had finished drinking, he took the glass from her. Then he took her ankles and fastened them to the cuffs on the floor. When he had finished with her ankles, he did the same to her wrists. She sat in the luxurious upholstery of the car, her legs apart, her arms held out by the bindings on the cuffs. Open to him, available to him�to his eyes and his hands and his cock, wanting to be his plaything.
He pulled up the jump seat and sat close to her. He refilled her glass and held it for her to sip, then set it down. Reaching in a pocket of the door, he picked up the old English flywhisk and held it in his hand, feeling the polish of the old wood.
He smiled, then brushed it softly over her nipples. They became like two hard pink buttons. He flicked it over her inner thighs and stroked it up and down her sensitive cunt lips. He watched her as she moved slightly. Her eyes were closed, and he wondered what she was thinking as he kept toying with her, sending tingling sensations all over her body.
Quietly he said, "Are you enjoying the trip so far?"
She smiled without opening her eyes. "You know I am."
He spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers and lightly brushed the horsehair over her hard clit. "There's a lot more for you, darling. The journey is only partly over.
"In a way, we've just started. . . ."
CHAPTER 6
She was in heaven. The soft tingle of the horsehair on her inner lips was like fire or ice�she wasn't sure. She kept her eyes closed, falling deeper into the overload of signals her excited body was sending her.
He stopped the whisk's motion and laid it on the seat, then bent to kiss her nipples. They were as hard as little stones. He sucked one deeply into his mouth, taking in all of her pinkness and then some, sucking hard, then soft, then hard again . . . drawing the flesh in and out of his lips.
His teeth nibbled gently at the hard pebbles, sending sparks of electricity to her cunt. Still, she kept her eyes closed. His mouth moved to her other breast, repeating his ministrations, kissing, sucking, and biting on her tender tips.
He took a long rubber dildo and pressed it slowly into her already-wet pussy, twisting it right and left as it disappeared between her lovely bald lips. He set up a rhythm, fucking her slowly with the flexible rubber shaft, in and out, as she moved her hips to accommodate his demanding thrusts.
With the other hand he took up the whisk again and swished it over her nipples, dusting first the right, then the left side. Softly at first, then with increasing force, the stiff horsehair fell on her sensitive pink flesh. Her body twitched with his strokes. She started to breathe harder, and he saw the beautiful and familiar red flush creep into her skin on her chest as she neared her climax.
He flicked the switch across her nipples harder, the horsehair stinging her tender buds as her hips bucked. On the fourth stroke of the whisk, she came explosively, her cunt jerking in and out, swallowing the dildo, using it, pressing on it as the fires raced through her body.
She shuddered a little as she cooled, wanting him to hold her, yet knowing that right now his pleasure was in watching her and making her submit to his bidding, forcing her deep into her own sexuality, taking her to her limits and beyond.
She felt totally wanton, without caring, and she wanted more and more.
They arrived at the house. He told the chauffeur to return the following morning at eleven-thirty. Before they went inside, she turned for a moment and looked at the woods around her. It was a lovely setting, secluded and green, with a hint of color change in the trees. She had never been so happy in her life.
They had one last drink of wine at the bar. She had remembered and bared her tits for him as they sat down, then lifted her skirt and opened her legs to his gaze. She told him that she wanted to talk about the evening. He had kissed her, cradling her tits gently with his hands, and said that they had had enough for one evening. There would be time in the morning.
He made her stand, and he took her gown off, letting it drop to the floor. He gazed at her sensual body, caressing the parts of her that he loved most with his eyes. His hands traveled up the curve of her inner thighs, feeling the wondrous change of sensation from nylon to warm flesh. He touched her hair as she sat on the bar stool, then caressed her shoulders and her arms. He kissed her fingers and sucked on them slowly, one at a time.
When they had finished their wine, he took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He kissed her again�a long, deep kiss.
Leaving her at the bathroom door, he told her to shower and meet him in the bedroom. The warm water revived her. She became very conscious of the soreness in her nipples and her cunt. There had been so much in just a few short hours, and yet a whole lifetime. She gloried in the shower, letting the hot jets cascade off her body, turning around slowly, glorying in the stinging spray. She used the scented soap to remove what was left of the rouge on her nipples and her cunt, then basked in the warm water once more.
She readied herself for bed, brushing her teeth, combing her hair, and doing all the things a woman does before she sleeps with her lover.
He was waiting for her, sitting on the edge of the big bed. He was naked. "Come here," he said.
He took her hand and positioned her in front of him, between his knees. "Kneel down."
She obeyed him, putting her hands on his knees, seeing his prick and wanting it. She looked up at him. "I want to make you happy," she said. "I want to suck you and make you come in my mouth."
He smiled. "It's funny�I was thinking the same thing myself." He scooted his hips forward. Then he took her face in his hands and said, "Make it a good one."
She bent to his cock. Holding it with one hand, she licked the underside of it, from his balls to the tip. She moved her tongue around the head, feeling his prick stiffen in her hand. She tried to shove her tongue into the hole at the end. Looking up at him, she saw that his eyes were closed.
She plunged her mouth down, taking his cock all the way into the back of her throat, keeping a light suction on him. Her teeth were buried in his pubic hair. She withdrew slowly, then plunged down on his rod again, relishing his moaning noises.
She cradled his balls in her hand, fondling them lightly, loving the feel of his globes. In and out she took his shaft, swallowing his full length each time, meeting his thrusts with her mouth. He gripped her shoulders, letting her know that he was near. She felt the hot white fluid spurting into her mouth. She sucked him greedily, reveling in the pleasure she was giving him, drinking each drop of his come as if it were nectar.
He lifted her up and held her, his head cradled between her tits, his hands cupping her ass. They stayed that way for a moment. Then he said, "Do you remember the words to use?"
"Yes, but I don't think I'll ever use them. You seem to know just how far to take me, yet you seem to know when to stop."
"Good." He smiled at her. "It's going to get better."
He sat her on the bed and told her to lie back. He reached into the night table and took out what appeared to be a medicated ointment. He sat next to her and massaged the white cream into her breasts, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples.
She could feel the soothing balm working on her skin. He knelt down and smoothed some of it into her cunt lips, massaging it in deeply, spreading her apart and reaching her clit and her inner lips. The cream had a cooling, wonderful effect on her soft skin.
"That should help," he said. "We need you all ready to continue your journey tomorrow." He moved her to her own side of the bed. "Time to go to sleep."
He took her wrist and raised it above her head, putting the shackle on it, leaving enough slack on the light chain so that she had plenty of freedom. He went to the bottom of the bed and pulled out another cuff, which he secured to her left ankle. As with her wrist, there was enough slack to allow her to move comfortably.
"Why do you do that?" she asked.
He kissed her. "To remind you that you are mine, and to keep you where I can play with you."
He lay down next to her. His hands lightly stroked her pillowy breasts. He rolled over and turned off the light. Then they settled snugly, as they usually did, his front to her back, like spoons. His cock pressed warmly against the cheeks of her ass, his arm cradling the lovely round shape of her bosom.
* * *
He fucked her twice during the night.
The first time, he awoke, feeling her warm and supple flesh and became quite aroused. She was asleep, and he didn't bother to waken her. She had been sleeping on her left side, her bottom leg stretched out straight. He straddled her thigh and lifted her right leg. He opened her cunt lips with his fingers and plunged into her tight tunnel, burying his cock in her heat. She had been dreaming about the redhead sucking the black man's cock, and she was moist.
He fucked her quickly, stabbing his prick into her as she struggled with the weariness of sleep, incorporating him within her dream. He came mightily, flooding her pussy with his sperm. He saw her smile in the dim light as he withdrew.
A couple of hours later, he rolled her to face him. He slid up on the bed until his cock was even with her face. He woke her quietly, ordering her to suck him. She did, happily, never coming fully awake. He thrust into her mouth gently, relishing the feeling of her warm tongue and soft lips. His climax was more subdued now, but it felt wonderful. For the second time in five hours, she tasted the saltiness of his come.
* * *
She awoke, feeling totally alive and tingly. The coffee aroma had made her come out of her sleep. She started to rise, then realized that she was tethered to the bed. He came into the room, smiling. He was wearing the kimono with the white crane. He quickly unfastened the cuffs at her wrists and ankles.
On the table next to the bed was a tray with coffee and juice and some delicious-looking pastries. "Hungry?" he asked.
She realized that she was starving! "I have to pee."
"Go ahead, love. The coffee will stay warm."
She started for the bathroom, then stopped and turned to him. "Did you wake me up last night?"
He only grinned.
She left, and he poured some coffee. When she returned, her bladder empty and her hair taken care of, they sat at a small table by the bedroom window and looked out at the woods. He had given her a very sheer white robe to wear. It was floor length, but was so sheer that the beauty of her body was obvious through the fabric.
She was ebullient, feeling completely alive and refreshed. "What are we going to do today?"
He set his coffee down. "Oh, lots of things. We'll stay here until around noon; then we'll go out for lunch. Come back here for some more fun.
"We'll probably eat here tonight. Then I've arranged some 'entertainment' for later in the evening."
They moved to the living room and sat at the dining table in one corner. He had set out a bowl of sectioned fruit, some bacon, and a small quiche. He served a small portion to each of them, then sat down.
"Tell me about that place last night."
"It's hard to explain it all, really. My friend who owns this house was one of the original members of it. A very wealthy author created it for some of his friends several years ago.
"The mansion had been his mother's residence. She left it to him when he died. He had plenty of money himself, so he decided to create a 'club,' of sorts, for sensual pleasure."
She was fascinated. "Why the crane symbol?"
"In Japan the crane stands for many things ... for beauty, for freedom, and for pleasure. It seems to fit.
"Anyway, there are fewer than three hundred members. Membership is by invitation only, and my friend was asked to join last year. To join, you must have a partner�singles are not accepted�and you must always attend with the same person.
' 'The dues are quite high�I think about six thousand a year. It is open only forty days a year. The members are billed for food and drink. The activities"�he chuckled�"come with the membership."
She looked at him. "Are�are you a member?"
"No, at least not yet. When I told my friend about your fantasy, he offered to sponsor me, if I wanted.
Each member can sponsor someone once every three years. I was honored that he asked." "Do you want to join?"
He poured more coffee for her. "I think we ought to talk about that when your fantasy is over."
She was silent. Her lover continued, "He's told me a lot about the club. Although they guarantee absolute anonymity, he's found out about many of the people there. Remember the tiny redhead and that big black guy?"
She nodded.
"Well, he's the owner of a chain of health spas. The woman is a senior editor at a classy publisher. They've lived together for several years, and they enjoy being watched. It's their extra kick."
"Do you know about any of the others?"
He shook his head. "Not many. The older lady with her pet 'dog,' I know, is a Broadway angel, a backer for shows. She's had a lot of successes.
"The only other one I'm sure of is the lady who had her nipples pierced. She's the wife of another friend of mine, and that's why I knew that it was going to happen last night.
"The other interesting part is the help�the waiters and waitresses. They really aren't paid�they're 'hired' for a year, thoroughly checked out, and then rewarded with passes to the club twice a year after their term is up."
She was shaking her head. "I just can't believe that we saw what we did. It's almost like a dream. I guess I can understand most of it, even want much of it. But it's so open!"
"Just remember, darling, that everything you saw last night was wanted by two people: the person doing, and the person it's being done to. Nobody is ever forced to do anything at the club. They're there because they want to be.
"It's like us, here�now. No one is forcing you to sit there naked, holding your legs apart. If my feelings about you are right, you're doing it because you want to. Sure�you're doing it because I tell you to, but you want to have me control you. You have given me that power�and pleasure, I might add�for your own reasons. And I love you for it.
"The other part of that equation is that you know we can stop any time with just a word."
"I don't want to stop�I want to keep going. I just can't think of what else you have in mind for me."
His smile was warm, yet made her a little apprehensive. "Oh, there are lots of new places to explore." He poured her a fresh cup of coffee.
* * *
He took her into the bathroom. They took their robes off and went into the shower, moving to the water together, turning on the side sprays as well. They soaped each other thoroughly, paying special attention to those favorite parts that aroused and pleased.
She relished in the slippery, soapy feeling as their bodies slithered against each other, their skin slick and sudsy. It was as if all their sensations were heightened.
They rinsed off the soap under the delicious, massive sprays of water. Without a word, she sank to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him in, making him harder and harder.
He leaned against the wall, enjoying the hot feel of her mouth. The water sprayed over both of them, warm and exotic. She gripped his scrotum and began to milk him, hungry for his pleasure.
He took her hands and, without saying a word to her, turned her around, facing the wall. She bent forward, her arms resting against the wall, and spread her legs for him. He thrust his cock into her, filling her.
They moved together, him lunging hard as she shoved herself back against his strong thrusts.
Oh God, she thought, this is heaven. The water felt so sensual and warm. She was filled with her lover's prick. His hands gripped her pretty breasts, pulling on them to get farther inside her.
Their climax was like an explosion�so strong that their legs trembled as they stood, savoring the complete pleasure that two people can have.
After a few moments, they parted. He turned her to face him and kissed her lovingly. Then he told her to wait, and he left the stall for a minute, returning with his shaving kit. He had her sit on the seat as he lathered her pussy with shaving cream. With great care, he shaved her, removing the light stubble from her tender skin, until her lips felt as soft as a baby's cheek. He stroked them with the tip of his tongue.
When they left the shower, he took one of the oversized thick towels and dried her, then stood as she returned the favor. She was smiling.
He shaved while she fixed her hair. Then he left. Over his shoulder, he called, "Your clothes are in the bedroom on the bed. Come into the living room when you have them on."
* * *
She went to get dressed. On the bed he had laid out black stockings and a garter belt, a very short flared skirt, and a wide black leather belt. On the floor were black high-heeled shoes similar to the white ones, with the same five-inch heels.
She dressed quickly, wondering what he was planning next. The anticipation was intense, and she wanted more . . . and wanted to please him. The skirt flared over her hips, but covered only half of her ass, and didn't cover the lips of her sex at all. The wide belt was very tight, but she managed to cinch it closed.
He was sitting in a chair in the living room when she teetered toward him. She could see the admiration in his eyes as he stood up. "God, you look fantastic. Sexy . . . erotic . . . it's perfect!" He motioned to her, and she turned around slowly. "Walk for me."
She did, walking to the bar and back. Her breasts jiggled with the walk because of the high heels and the exaggerated movement of her hips that they demanded. Her calves and thighs stood out, accented by the angle of her foot. His eyes drank in her magnificent body. He adored it, adored owning her and having her obey him this way.
He had her walk across the room a few more times, then met her at the bar. He told her to stand still and placed a blindfold over her eyes. His hands moved to her tits, massaging and pinching her, making her pretty pink nipples stand out like pencil erasers.
"Are you ready for more of our journey?"
"Oh, God ... yes . . ."
He had her open her mouth and give him her tongue. Sucking it into his mouth, he made love to it, arousing her. Then he kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He pressed a finger between her cunt lips. She was already wet.
He took a thin black string from the bar and looped it around her left nipple, drawing it tightly around her skin. From the loop, he dangled some small lead weights�three or four ounces worth. He repeated the process with her right nipple, then studied his handiwork.
Her nipples were pulled downward by the weights, the skin above them stretched deliciously.
He added another weight to each nipple, then another, until she was really distended. She breathed heavily, and he knew she was this was her Achilles' heel. Her nipples were her downfall, and he loved it.
Next, he took a strange device from the bar. It was constructed from two pieces of round, varnished wood, a little thicker than a broom handle. The pieces were almost two feet long and were attached to each other at one end by two metal rods. He carefully put them on her breasts, one wooden pole beneath, and one above the lovely globes of flesh. The rods were threaded, and now he tightened butterfly nuts, squeezing the wood together on her tits, making them flatten as he tightened the nut.
She couldn't tell what he had done. She was only aware of the pull on her nipples from the weights, and now this rigid squeezing of her breasts, making them warm and tingly. A strap went around her neck and attached to the ends of the poles. He tightened it, raising her tits up higher, pulling them from the wood beneath.
He said, as he took her hand, "I want you to walk with me." He led her across the room. With each step, the weights swayed, pulling on her stretched nipples, feeding the fires of her body as she grew more and more excited. The pressure from the poles, squeezing her generous breasts flat, felt hot and erotic, accentuating the sensations from her nipples.
He had her walk around the room, watching her in her pleasure and discomfort, loving her for being what she was.
He stopped her and rested her hands on something that felt like handlebars, only farther back than they would have been on a bicycle. In fact, she was straddling what had been an exercise bicycle at one time. From the seat rose a lifelike dildo, with a pad for her clit in the front that was covered with rubber nodes.
The cock itself was very real looking and was slanted toward the handlebars at an angle.
He told her to sit slowly, and he adjusted the cock so that it slipped perfectly between her cunt lips. She gasped a bit as it entered her, then almost swooned when she felt the rubber massage her erect clit.
He stood back a few feet, in front of her, and said, "I want you to start fucking."
Her feet rested on the floor, but the angle was difficult because of her high heels. She rose anyway and started fucking the dildo, moving her body up, then down until it filled her cunt with its warm firmness. Up and down she rode, the weights at her nipples swaying and pulling. Her tits felt as if they were on fire as she got closer and closer to her climax. Her nipples were pulled more and more as she rose up and down on the false cock.
"Tell me when you come," he demanded.
"I'm ... I'm almost . . . Ahhh, God, there it is!" she whimpered as she mashed her pussy down on the dildo, squeezing her legs together, milking the last spasm of her orgasm out of it.
He said, "You are the most beautiful creature on earth." He went to her and kissed her mouth, then removed the blindfold from her face. Her hands still gripped the handlebars tightly.
She looked at her breasts. They had turned red from the pressure of the wooden poles flattening them. He removed the weights from her nipples and massaged them, sending little aftershocks through her body.
He loosened the nuts on the wooden press and took it off, then massaged her breasts, first one, then the other as the color returned to normal, and the heat she had felt went away. She was dripping wet and could feel her juices running down her thigh.
He helped her down from the bicycle. She looked at it. "That's the damnedest thing I've ever seen. We should patent it and sell it all over the country." She was smiling, feeling satisfied and a little sore.
He led her to the bar and poured a Bloody Mary for each of them. He tapped her knee as she sat, reminding her that her legs should stay open. He was smiling, but he said, "If you keep on forgetting, you might just get spanked."
He looked at her. She was still breathing hard from her climax. Her throat was red, her nipples still very hard.
"I want to watch you walk for me."
She set down her drink and did as he asked, walking saucily in her very high heels, swishing her skirt (or what there was of it) with her hands as she passed. She felt drained and sexy and saucy and sensual. And, in his eyes, she was all of that and more.
She was his fantasy ... his dream�only she was real and warm and lovingly submissive.
CHAPTER 7
They had dressed for lunch in the bedroom. He wore slacks and a blazer, his shirt open at the collar. He had allowed her to change the high heels for more comfortable shoes, but she kept the dark stockings.
He put a bra on her that was like nothing she had ever seen. The straps for her shoulders and around her back were of smooth dark leather. Two large metal rings snugly encircled each of her breasts at the base. Attached to each of these rings by four thin leather straps was a smaller ring that fit perfectly around the aureole of her nipple, causing it to bulge out through the ring.
Between her breasts was another strap that was adjustable. He tightened it, bringing the rings�and her constricted breasts�together. He tightened the shoulder straps, and the back strap, until she was snugly encased in the "bra."
Fastened to the top of each "cup" was a very light chain with a small lead weight at the end. It was placed so that, whenever she moved, the chain would brush back and forth across her nipple, keeping her erect and excited. She felt strangely comfortable in the thing. It was tight, without discomfort, yet she was acutely aware that her lovely globes were confined, and the chains brushing back and forth across her pink nipples were arousing�even just thinking about them.
He helped her step into a knee-length flaring skirt of navy wool and then gave her a thick, bulky sweater of fluffy pink cashmere. The material felt luxurious next to her skin.
As they walked to the car, he checked to make sure that the bra wasn't obvious beneath the sweater. To the casual observer, here was an attractive woman in an overly large sweater, dressed for the early fall.
The limousine whisked them away swiftly, down the ridge toward the tiny river village nearby.
After she had settled on the seat, she said, "I can't open the front of the sweater for you."
He smiled. "That's okay. It's fun just knowing that your beautiful tits are so well cared for."
She pulled up the skirt and opened her legs for him. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"There's a nice little restaurant in town, down on the river. I thought it would be fun to get out for a while." He sat next to her this time, his hand traveling up and down her shapely thighs, then toying with her slit, just barely brushing her lips, keeping her in a state of arousal.
"We're almost there," he said. "I have something else for you to wear."
She laughed. "Somehow I thought you might."
He knelt next to her and slowly stroked her cunt lips with his fingers. He opened her and, with the lightest of touches, stroked her button, exciting it, making it come erect before his eyes. He bent down and kissed her, keeping her open with his fingers as his tongue laved back and forth across her clit.
He took a small dildo, about the size of his thumb, but with a wide, round base, and slowly pushed it into her cunt. The round base had a ridge of rubber that nestled itself against her hard button. The whole thing was covered with little fingers of soft latex.
He had her put on a pair of panties�really a G-string�made of glove-soft leather. It was made so that the dildo was held firmly inside her. The leather was black, matching her garters and stockings.
The car pulled to a stop as he smoothed her skirt down. The chauffeur held the door and they got out. The restaurant was in a turn-of-the-century house, its porch extending almost to the river's edge.
As they walked up the long, curving walk, he took her arm. She was intensely aware of her body. The chains swung back and forth across her pebble-hard nipples, tingling her whole body. The dildo inside her sent a thousand signals as it massaged her cunt lips and clit as she walked. She could feel herself getting more and more excited.
They sat outdoors, on the veranda. The leaves were beginning to turn, and the weather was perfect. They ate a light lunch of lobster bisque and a perfectly seasoned crab salad. He ordered a bottle of Frascati, and they ate, enjoying the day.
Each time she moved, she was intensely aware of what she had on under her clothes. It was as if the things she wore would not let her forget her sexuality. Her nipples ached from being constantly hard. She could feel her own juices from the dildo that invaded her and kept her excited.
He watched her, enjoying her pleasurable discomfort. He realized that he was enjoying this journey as much as she was. He loved her deeply and was overwhelmed that she would give herself so completely to him, that she was willing to accede to his whims and obey his commands so freely.
He knew that, so far, some of what they had done had been difficult for her. Some of it had been startling, and most of it had been highly erotic. He hoped that she was fulfilling her own wish as completely as she wanted to.
He noticed, as he watched her eat, that the sun shone golden in her hair. She was the most graceful woman he had ever known, whether it was the way she held her fork, or the way she sat in a chair, and she was so totally exciting. He didn't know, however, whether the excitement she generated in him was from her lovely body or her exciting mind�or both.
They finished their lunch and strolled around the grounds of the old house. Her body was atingle as the strange clothing she wore reminded her of her journey. She was in a constant state of arousal, just below the boiling point, and he loved seeing her that way.
The limousine drove them swiftly back to the house in the treetops.
When they walked in, he had her remove her skirt and sweater, then they went to the bar. He poured them a small glass of wine, and had her sit on the tall stool opposite him. He sat facing her and toyed with the tiny chains, brushing them back and forth across her nipples until she thought she would explode.
He stroked her open thighs, then pushed gently on the dildo still held in place with the G-string. She closed her eyes as his hands moved over her, enjoying the incredible sense of being a plaything�of being his plaything�knowing that she would do anything he asked of her.
He stopped abruptly and kissed her. "Come with me," he said. He led her into the bedroom. He helped her off with the strange bra, massaging her tits gently with his hands. He removed the dildo from her pussy and sucked on it, tasting her juices.
"Lie on the bed, darling." He pulled a small chair close to the edge, then had her lay on her back, her knees toward him. "You look like you're ready to come." He was smiling.
"Oh, God, yes. I don't think I've ever been so excited for so long."
"I'm going to watch you make yourself come."
She was a little confused. "You want me to
?"
He nodded. "I'm going to watch you masturbate." He was taking off his own clothes and tossing them on the floor.
"How do you want me to start?"
"Play with your tits. Teach me what you want me to do with them."
Her hands went to her large breasts, cupping them, rubbing them slowly. He got up and put a soft blindfold over her eyes, then returned to the chair. She went back to her task, taking her lovely pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezing gently, rolling the sensitive flesh back and forth, sending delicious jolts through her body. Little happy sounds came from her mouth as she moved her hands and fingers to her own rhythms.
"Do you want to know one of the reasons I love you?" he asked.
"Mmmm . . . yes. . . ." She was smiling.
"Because you love your own body almost as much as I do. I love to watch you make love to yourself."
He took her knees and opened them wider. Her right hand went down her belly to her cunt, rubbing up and down between the lips. She was breathing deeply. He watched, fascinated, as she started a circular motion with her fingers, rubbing her clit. She would stop and plunge her middle two fingers deep inside herself, then press down on her button, then slip her fingers out and rub some more.
He encouraged her by putting a soft rubber cock in her hand. She was sopping wet. The phallus disappeared easily between her bald cunt lips as she started to fuck herself with it. Her other hand still played with her nipples, squeezing and pulling as the rhythm of her climax built up and up.
He watched her lovingly, knowing that this, too, was part of their journey, that she wanted to do this, but didn't want to.
She was gorgeous in her ecstasy, her hand pulling on her pink nipples, stretching her breasts, her legs splayed open for him to see everything as she plunged the rubber cock in and out of her cunt.
Finally she came, her body rigid in its pleasure. She moaned a little and held the dildo tightly inside her cunt as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. After a time, she lay still�content and pleasantly exhausted. She let the rubber cock slip from her fingers as she took it out.
Watching her had been unbelievably exciting for him. He had a raging hard-on. He moved between her legs and slid his rigid cock into her shaved pussy. She accepted him eagerly. He shoved into her�slowly at first, then with more force, slamming into her.
"Hold your tits for me."
She cupped her breasts, holding them up to him as he rose on his arms to watch. She was beautiful!
He fucked her and fucked her, watching as his prick slipped in and out of her lovely cunt lips, feeling her tightness and her heat as she sucked in his aching cock with her pussy. He exploded with an intensity he hadn't thought possible, sending his warm white fluid into her. He bent and suckled on her nipple, taking it into his mouth and running his sensitive flesh.
He moved so that his hips were even with her head. "Open your mouth," he said. "I want you to taste us."
She turned her head and accepted his softening cock between her lips. She sucked him in, tasting his saltiness and her tangy juices blended together. She loved the feel of his prick in her mouth, loved its size, loved the power she knew she had when she sucked him.
He moved again to lay alongside her and kissed her, a long, lingering kiss. "I think we'd better take a nap, or we'll both be dead." He removed the blindfold from her head.
After they had taken turns in the bathroom, he made her lie on the bed, and he fastened the now-comforting shackles to her wrists. They nestled as they always did, his prick pressing against her ass cheeks, his hand cupping one wonderfully full tit, toying with her nipple as they went to sleep.
* * *
She awoke to the sound of the bath running. He returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed, near her head. "Your lollipop wants to be sucked," he said. He unfastened the cuffs at her wrists, and she scooted around so that her body was at right angles to his. She knew that he loved to watch her blow him and wanted him to see her.
She took his prick slowly between her lips, keeping a soft suction on it as she lowered her head. She could feel him harden in her mouth. Her tongue did a dance on his cock as she sucked. She cradled his balls in her hand, toying with them, gently squeezing them in a rhythm with her mouth.
His hands went to her thighs, spreading them open. His fingers ran up and down her smooth slit, brushing across her clit as it moved. He slipped a finger inside her and started moving his hand in the same rhythm that she was keeping with her sucking mouth.
Her cunt was dripping wet with her love-juice and his come. He slipped a second finger inside her and hand-fucked her harder. She responded with an increased fervor of her own, plunging down on his stiff cock with her mouth.
He whispered to her, "Do you want more?"
She nodded her head and said "uh-huh" without let ting his hard cock out of her mouth.
He slipped a third finger into her cunt. It was tight, and oh, so very hot to his touch. He plunged his fingers in her deeply as she became more and more aroused. As he watched her suck him, he could see her nipples harden and the red flush appear at her throat.
They exploded at the same time. His come spurted into her mouth, filling it as she sucked greedily on his prick, trying to get every drop.
His hand buried itself in her sex, his thumb pressing hard on her clit, rubbing, sending waves of ecstasy through her. He could feel the spasms of her muscles on his fingers as he held her cunt tightly, pressing hard against her.
They lay for a moment in each other's arms, quietly savoring their pleasure. He kissed her, then reached for the night table and took some of the cream that he had used the night before. He rubbed it carefully on her nipples, massaging it in. She could feel the soothing effects of it right away. He took some more and rubbed it on her cunt lips.
"This will help for what's to come later," he said with a smile. "It's only four o'clock, and we have a long night ahead of us." He took her hand and helped her from the bed. "Let's take a bath."
She saw that he had readied the gigantic tub and turned on the Jacuzzi jets to a low setting, of the tub he had arranged a bottle of wine, with glasses, and a tray of French brie with crackers.
He helped her into the tub. As they settled into the warm water, she thought about her journey. It had been crazy and exciting, scary and fulfilling. She watched this man she loved and marveled that he could know her so well, know precisely what it was that she was seeking. Yet, when she thought about it, they had always seemed to know what the other wanted�even from the beginnings of their relationship in that oh-so-cold winter.
Impulsively, she slipped across the tub and kissed him.
"What was that for?" he said, with a surprised look on his face.
"Oh, just for knowing me, and knowing what I want."
He chuckled almost silently. "You may not feel that way two hours from now." "What do you mean?"
He took a cracker and spread the brie on it slowly, gathering his thoughts. He gave it to her. "You said, when we started this, that you wanted to be my toy, my plaything�I think was the word you used on the phone."
She nodded. "Yes, and I meant it."
"Well, when we leave the tub, that's what we're going to do. You're going to be my plaything for a while. I'm going to use you for my pleasure�do things that I want you to experience, yet they may not be all that pleasurable." He paused. "Well, not for you, maybe. But they will be for me."
She looked into his eyes. When she spoke, her voice was very quiet, because she was apprehensive. "I think I know that�it's part of what I wanted on this fantasy." She stroked his thigh tenderly. "You can do anything you want to me, and know that I want to please you by it." "Anything?"
She looked at him squarely. "Anything. You know I trust you to know what I can do." She was silent for a moment. "Will it hurt?"
He moved closer to her. "Close your eyes."
She did as he asked. He took her pretty pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly. "Does that hurt?"
"Yes ... but I like it to�"
He twisted the tender pink bud, still squeezing it tightly. Then he pulled her nipples out from her, still twisting them. "Does that hurt?"
She pressed her lips together, keeping her eyes closed. "Mmmm . . . Yes ... but I want it to, if you do�"
"I want it to." He moved both hands down to her cunt, opening her cunt lips with one and grasping her hardening clit with his fingers. He squeezed her button, pulling slightly in the warm water. "Now . . . does that hurt?"
"Ahhh ... yes, but it hurts good. Does that make any sense?"
He let go and kissed her mouth, tasting her tongue. "It makes a lot of sense, and I love playing with parts of your body. I love seeing the expression on your face as you react and respond to me.
"And I don't think anything we do will hurt more than what you've felt so far. Remember, there's always the code word."
She kissed him, then whispered to him, "Pinch my nipples again . . . please."
She closed her eyes as his hands went to her lovely pink rosebuds. Slowly he grasped her, watching her face as he increased the pressure of his fingers on the tips of her breasts, pulling steadily upward and out from her body. His tongue explored her mouth. She was in heaven.
He let go reluctantly, knowing she was aroused, yet knowing also that he had something planned for her that would fill her dreams with excitement and wonder.
They relaxed in the tub for a while, sipping wine and chatting as they finished their snack. He left the tub finally and went into the bedroom, telling her to relax for a few minutes as he prepared for her.
She slipped down into the warm, soothing water, wondering what he might be planning, excited by the prospect of being totally his�to do with as he wanted.
She was nervous.
* * *
He appeared at the bathroom door, wearing the kimono with the crane. "I want you to wear this," he said. He left some clothing on the small stool in the corner of the large bathroom, then placed shoes on the floor. "Call me when you're ready." He disappeared.
She left the bath and toweled herself dry. The anticipation was building. She went to the stool. He had left a pair of seamed black stockings and a beautiful lace garter belt. The shoes were black patent leather, with thin heels, but not as outrageously high as the ones before.
She put on the sensuous nylons and belt, then looked at herself in the mirror, turning left and right, checking to see whether the seams of the stockings were straight. After a time, she realized that she was delaying�trying to avoid calling to him.
She stepped to the doorway. "I'm ready, darling," she said.
He came in and looked at her. "Magnificent!" he said. "You are truly beautiful." He moved behind her, and again they faced the mirror as his strong hands roamed over the front of her body, cupping her wondrously large breasts, then moving down her belly to cup her sex.
He took her hands in his and made her touch herself, using her fingers to play with her erect nipples, and to invade her cunt. All the time, they watched themselves in the big mirror, getting aroused, coming closer to another part of her journey.
She could feel his cock hardening against her ass as they stood there. He kissed her shoulder, then her neck. "Are you ready?" he whispered.
"I�yes. I'm ready."
He took a blindfold from the pocket of his robe and placed it over her eyes. It was soft, a velvety fabric. She could not see anything.
He led her from the bathroom. She could tell by the thick pile of the rug beneath her heels that they were in the middle of the large bedroom. "I'm not going to speak to you for a while, unless it is to tell you to do something�do you understand?"
She was puzzled, but nodded. "Yes."
He left her for a moment, then returned and put the familiar cuffs on her wrists, fastening them together in front of her. He told her to spread her legs wide apart. When she did, he placed cuffs on her ankles, attaching a bar to them so that she could not bring her legs together.
He knelt in front of her and licked her slit, sucking on her. His tongue licked deeply up and down her lips, burying itself in her sex. Then, he took a long rod and attached it to the center of the bar. It had a dildo on the end, which he placed between her pussy lips. It was not in deeply, but just inside her, so that she was intensely aware of something opening her, but yet not filling her.
He took her wrists and raised them over her head, attaching them to something above. Then he left her.
She stood, not being able to see, with her hands held above her, and a dildo in her cunt. Her breasts stretched upward as her arms were raised. He stood off to one side, admiring her beauty, reveling in her complete abandonment to his wishes. She smelled the pungent smoke as he lit a cigarette, and could sense that he was walking around her.
What she did not know was how overwhelmed he was with her beauty. It was more than a visual thing, going far beyond the sensuality of the woman he saw. The immense trust that she had in him was astounding to him, making him love her all the more for submitting to his wishes and for allowing him to do as he pleased with her.
He had a brief moment of worry that he could not take her far enough on her fantasy to fulfill her, then put it out of his mind. He carried a wineglass to her.
"Open your mouth."
As she obeyed, he held the glass to her lips. She tasted the dry tartness of it. He set the glass down and approached her from the rear. He pressed his body against her, running his hands up and down her smooth, alabaster skin. He felt her back and her shoulders, then her ass, cupping the firm cheeks of her, moving them apart, then pressing them together.
His hands went around her and grasped her breasts, gripping them firmly and pushing them together. He held her hips and pulled her butt against him, grinding his hardness against her cheeks, then snaking his hands across her lower belly, playing with the dildo that was lodged just inside her cunt lips.
She could tell that he was naked, feeling his chest against her back, his hard cock pressed against her ass He moved to face her. He grasped her nipples as had in the bathtub and squeezed them, pulling her tits away from her. She moved toward him, with a sharp intake of breath at the pressure on her pink skin.
He held the cold wineglass against her right nipple, running it back and forth as she became even more erect. His other hand played with her cunt lips, massaging her button, pressing it against the invading dildo. The sensations were confusing�the cold of the glass at her breast, the warmth of his fingers on her tender pussy.
He knelt in front of her and kissed her cunt, rubbing his tongue against her smooth lips as his hands opened her thighs. Just as she was becoming highly excited, he left her.
When he returned, he removed the bar from between her ankles and took the dildo from her lips. She felt a slight sense of loss as he did this, an emptiness of something she had become used to. He took her wrists from above, but kept them fastened together in front of her.
Again his hands roamed her body, playing with her, giving her electric jolts of pleasure as he rolled a nipple between his fingers, or slowly inserted a finger inside her. It drove her crazy, for she never knew where the next feeling of sensuality would come from.
He left for a moment, then returned. She felt his fingers squeeze her nipple; then felt the cool metal of her beloved nipple clips as he drew her pink flesh through the steel squares, tightening the two bars close together on each tender bud. It gave her that strange mix of pain and pleasure that she longed for as he fastened the clips on her sensitive flesh.
He told her to bend over. As she did, he toyed with her large breasts, squeezing them together, almost milking them as she felt their weight hang straight down.
He took some soft black cord and started binding her tits. He looped several coils around one lovely globe, pulling it tight, then moving to the other with the same cord, wrapping tightly several times around.
She could feel the pressure on her tits as the cord compressed her. It made her aware of a fullness and a warmth in her breasts. The clips dangled, sending little jolts of electricity through her, going right to her clit. God, it was wonderful!
He led her to the bed. He had placed a chair near it and he sat down, making himself comfortable. He guided her to stand at right angles to him, then told her to lie down across his lap. Her arms and shoulders just reached the bed. Her beautiful bound breasts hung down in the space between the bed and his thighs.
"You've been a bad girl, darling. You've forgotten to keep your legs apart for me, and you've forgotten to keep your tits bared to me." His right hand stroked her upturned ass lovingly. "And I'm going to spank you."
He used his hand to spread her thighs apart, then ran it up and down the backs of them, dipping in between her legs and snuggling up between her cunt lips. Without warning, he smacked her ass cheek. She jumped, feeling the sting of his hand. His left hand cupped her breast, massaging it, toying with the heavy nipple clip that stretched and pulled at her tender pink bud.
Again his hand came down on her lovely rear; then, just as quickly, he stroked her pussy, playing with her lips and her clit. Her ass was on fire in a warm, strange way. Her breasts were full and compressed, the clips tugging on her nipples, sending tingling sensations all through her body.
Her feelings were all mixed up. His hand spanked her again; yet, just when she thought of the sting of it, he would play with her breasts or stroke her cunt, and on it went.
She could feel his cock getting hard as she lay on him and knew he was very aroused. Her breasts and her ass were on fire, and part of her wanted to say "time out," but she couldn't because she wanted this part of it, too�she wanted whatever he wanted. If this pleasured him, then she would do it. Yet she realized that even her stinging ass was an excitement for her as well�she just felt foolish admitting it.
She lifted her ass higher, waiting for his hand, wanting it now. His hand fell again and again, always with a touch or a caress immediately after.
He told her to kneel down. Her hands were still on the bed. He took her from behind, stabbing his rigid cock into her cunt, burying himself in her heat. She could feel his skin against her sore ass cheeks, and thrust back against him, relishing the feeling as he fucked her. His hands moved over her breasts, pulling on the heavy metal clips, stretching her tender nipples. Her tits felt so full�as if they were about to burst from the cords that were wound so tightly around them.
"Play with your cunt," he said as he rammed into her. She took one hand and reached between her legs. She could feel the wetness from both of them. Her finger found the hard little pebble�the center of her self�and she rubbed it, soaring, reaching it just as his come exploded inside her. She gripped him tightly with her muscles, milking him as he strained hard against her.
He could feel the quivering of her climax as he pressed into her, felt her muscles gripping his shaft as she rocketed to new heights of sexuality.
He helped her to the bed and they lay near each other. He carefully removed the metal squares from her nipples and kissed them gently, sending little aftershocks of feeling through her. Then he took off the cords that had bound her magnificent breasts so tightly.
He massaged the globes, soothing and warming them as they came back to life from being tied so tightly. They felt warm to her, like an afterglow.
They lay together. He had poured them a glass of the wine, and they were quiet, enjoying the time after when she was feeling so fulfilled. God, she didn't know if she could take any more.
He kissed her. "Time to get dressed. We've got a show to watch in a half-hour." He got off the bed and went to the closet. He selected a skirt and blouse for her and put it on the bed.
"A show?" she asked.
He grinned at her. "You said you wanted to see it all. Well, I promised you that, and that is what you shall have." He patted her ass cheek gently. "Get dressed."
CHAPTER 8
She dressed carefully, wondering what was in store for her. He had selected a soft blue blouse which buttoned down the front. It was very sheer, yet somehow demure, showing only the curves of her generous breasts. The skirt was a soft ecru linen that flared from her hips.
She touched her tits, which were still a little sore from their recent play. She grasped one in each hand and massaged it through the silky material. It felt so good. God, she loved doing what he told her�being his�to enjoy and to use. She hoped that their journey would never end.
She walked into the living area, conscious of the cool breeze under her full skirt, caressing her naked, bald cunt. It was such a feeling of freedom, and she relished it.
Her lover was waiting for her at the bar. He was dressed in gray slacks and a polo shirt. He stood and held a drink out to her, motioning her to sit on one of the bar stools. "You look beautiful, my love." He was smiling broadly.
She sat facing him, remembering to open her legs when she was settled in the chair. He stroked her neck and kissed her gently, then moved his hands to her breasts, tracing the outline of her nipples through the blouse. He unbuttoned two more of the buttons at the front, so that he could see the mysterious valley between her globes.
He held out a tray of hors d'oeuvres. "I think what we're doing next will fascinate you," he said. "I was going to tell you about it, but I've decided not to�to just let things happen and watch you." He had one of those happy-sneaky looks on his face, like when he had a surprise for her.
He held her hand. "Are you enjoying our journey, love?"
"Oh, God, yes. It's everything I had hoped for� and more." She sipped her drink. "I don't ever want it to stop."
She opened her thighs wider as his warm hand slid up her leg, caressing the softness of her nylons, then the smoothness of her thigh. His fingers ran gently up and down her cunt slit, teasing her with their feathery touch. "I kind of wish it would never end too, darling. But tomorrow, when we leave, we'll be back to normal."
She hadn't thought about it, and the idea saddened her. She realized, however, that they couldn't live in Fantasyland forever. She shrugged her shoulders. "I know," she said with a sigh. "I just wish we could go on forever."
He kissed her. He had started to toy with her nipple through the sensual silk when the doorbell rang. He rose and went across the room to answer it. She heard greetings exchanged then was surprised as he came back into the room with two men. They walked to the bar.
"Darling, I'd like you to meet Frank and Peyton." She took their hands in turn and shook them as he spoke her name. "They've been kind enough to come over for an hour or so."
He turned to the two men and asked them what they wanted to drink. As he mixed their drinks, she studied them. They were both about thirty-five, she decided. Frank was the taller and darker of the two, with a lean, nicely muscled body�like a swimmer's body. Peyton ("Peyt," she'd heard her lover say) was shorter, built more solidly, stockier, without running to fat.
They were both handsome men, with Frank having rather patrician features. He looked like a banker. Peyt had light brown hair and sported a well-trimmed beard. She thought that he had the build of a soccer player.
They talked for a while about the rather mild weather they had had for this time of year, about how attractive the house was, and how nice that it was so secluded. The two men seemed to know her lover fairly well, yet she had never heard him speak of either of them before.
They treated her deferentially, with an almost-stilted courtesy. "You've known each other a long time, then?" asked Peyton.
He moved to her and put his arm around her. "It's been over five years," her lover said. He kissed her on the forehead. "I think that it's surprised both of us, because it gets better and better as time goes on."
Frank smiled at Peyton. "I think we know what you mean." He refilled his wine from the bottle in the cooler, then refilled Peyton's as well. "Perhaps we should get ready." They took their drinks and left down the hallway.
"What's this all about?" she asked.
He smiled at her. "Just relax and be patient, love.
You'll see soon enough." He stroked her tits, then pinched her nipples lightly with his strong fingers, kissing her deeply. "I think you'll be surprised and fascinated." He took her drink and said, "Come with me."
She followed him down the hall. They turned into one of the large guest bedrooms. It was a plainly furnished room, with modern, muted furniture. The king-sized bed dominated the room. There were two chairs placed close to the bed, with a small table between The lighting had been set deliberately low. He led her to one of the chairs, then sat next to her. Frank and Peyton lay on the bed. They were naked, holding each other in a casual embrace. Frank turned toward her and said, "We want to show you another way of loving."
With that, he kissed Peyton full on the mouth. She could see their mouths working, their arms intertwined. Peyton was beneath the other man, and she could see that his body was covered with the same light-brown hair as his beard.
Frank's mouth trailed down his body, sucking at his nipples, then moving lower, lower, finally reaching his cock. He stroked Peyt's cock lovingly. Then, with a look at his partner, plunged his mouth down on it, taking in all of its length, swallowing it until it was completely hidden from view.
The effect on her psyche was electric. She was shocked�almost repelled�yet she was fascinated by the two men as they made love to each other.
Peyt moaned with obvious pleasure as Frank sucked on his cock. Up and down his head moved, taking Peyt's growing prick in his mouth completely with each stroke, staying hard down on it, with his cock deep in his throat each time, his lips pressing against the light brown pubic hair.
She could see, as Frank rolled on his side, that he had a raging hard-on as well, and used one hand to stroke himself as he sucked his partner so completely. He raised his head. "I want your balls, Peyt," he said.
Like the practiced lovers they were, Frank rolled onto his back. Peyt rose to kneel above his head, facing Frank's feet. One knee was at the side of his head, the other foot on the bed, his knees spread so that they could see.
Gently, Peyt lowered himself to Frank's wide-open mouth. His scrotum disappeared slowly, his balls consumed by his lover's mouth. Frank worked to keep his mouth open, taking more and more until the entire sac had disappeared between his lips. A look of intense pleasure came over Peyt's face as Frank's tongue started caressing his twin globes, gently moving around them as they were encased by his mouth.
He braced himself on Frank's thigh with one hand, and carefully stroked his cock with the other, pumping slowly up and down on the other man's thick rod as he enjoyed his own pleasure.
They moved again, with Peyt rising, taking his scrotum out of Frank's demanding mouth. He straddled the other man's head and directed his own prick into Frank's mouth. Then he moved to suck Frank's waiting cock, taking it deeply in, covering it completely as they sucked each other.
The two men rolled, allowing her and her lover another view as they mouthed each other's rock-hard tools. She sat mesmerized at the animal display of sexuality that she was seeing. Unconsciously, she reached over and touched her lover's cock, feeling it hard under his slacks.
He turned to her and smiled, spreading his legs slightly so that she could caress the length of him more easily. He reached across and stroked her nipple, feeling it harden even more under his touch. With his head, he indicated that she should watch the two men.
They disengaged then, and Frank, who had been on top, moved around so that his face was resting on Peyt's thigh. He looked at her briefly and smiled, as if to tell her that something was going to happen. Her lover bade her to rise, and they moved their chairs closer to the bed so that she was no more than three or four feet from the handsome male bodies on the bed.
Frank grasped Peyt's thick cock and started to pump it, jerking him off with slow, steady strokes. Peyt's eyes were closed in a sensual trance. The dark-haired man plunged his mouth down on the cock in front of him, again taking its substantial length into his throat. He moved up and down steadily, his hand and mouth keeping up the pounding rhythm. Up and down, up and down. She moved forward in her chair, having difficulty breathing as she watched this display of animal sexuality.
She heard a groan come from Peyt's lips as he climaxed. Frank took his mouth from Peyt's cock and watched, pumping steadily as the thick white liquid oozed from his lover's prick. Then he covered it again with his mouth, swallowing greedily, consuming all of the come, keeping his lover's hard cock covered with his mouth until the spasms had subsided.
They changed position slowly. Frank's cock was rock-hard, standing away from his body. Peyt still lay on his back, his body covered with a thin sheen of perspiration, his eyes still closed. "Yes," he said to his lover, "yes ...
Frank knelt between Peyt's legs, spreading them wide with his hands and moving them back until Peyt's knees touched his chest. He inched forward so that their cocks were almost touching.
Frank reached to his side and got some lubricant.
He slathered the clear fluid on his rigid prick. Moving forward, he pressed the head of his thick cock against the other man's ass crack. Slowly, but deliberately, his cock plunged into Peyt's ass. Peyt let out a long sigh as Frank buried himself in his lover. Frank started moving .. . slowly at first, then with more forceful strokes as he ass-fucked Peyt.
Peyt reached for his own cock, stroking it. He had become erect again, and moved in unison with his lover as the rigid cock plunged in and out of him.
She watched, fascinated as the men made love�part of her repelled, yet inescapably caught up in the sheer sexuality of it, and amazed at the amount of pleasuring that she was watching.
Frank increased his movement. She watched the hard muscles of his ass as he plunged in and out of his lover. She heard him gasp, then slam into Peyt's ass as he climaxed, pressing hard against the other man, his muscles bunching as he shot his hot come inside his lover.
Peyt rode with him until he was finished, then eased his legs apart and cradled Frank with his arms. They kissed gently, taking a long time as they held each other.
Her lover touched her arm and whispered, "Come on. Time for us to go." He led her out of the bedroom by the hand.
* * *
They were seated at the bar. "Well?" he said to her as he handed her a glass of wine. "What did you think?"
She shook her head. "I�I don't know. I mean, I've known about gay men most of my life. But"�she shook her head�"I guess I never thought too much about how they made love.
"I thought it was beautiful, in a way, yet a little unsettling, too." She paused, sipping her wine. "It's one thing to imagine it, but another thing entirely to see it.
"How do you know them?"
"They've been friends for years. I had some business with Frank. I liked him�it turned social, and I met Peyton a few months later. They're great people, and they've been together for almost ten years.
"When I told Frank about our weekend and what I wanted to do in taking you on your trip, he volunteered to show you this side of it."
He leaned forward and kissed her, his mouth lingering on hers as he stroked her thigh. His hand inched up, past the tops of her stockings. His finger slipped inside her cunt, feeling the wetness and heat. "I think you're excited," he said, grinning.
"Of course�watching Peyt and Frank�then you kissing me. What did you expect?"
He laughed. "Just that." He stood and refilled their glasses, then told her to come with him into the alcove to the left of the bar. It was dimly lit, the lighting suffused by opaque filters. "Close your eyes," he told her.
She did as he asked. He took a blindfold from his pocket and placed it snugly over her eyes. As she stood, he carefully removed her blouse and skirt, leaving her with just stockings and garter belt, and her high heels. Her legs were slightly apart, her hands hanging at her sides.
She was beautiful.
He embraced her, stroking her skin, feeling the silkiness of her milky flesh, his hands caressing the curve of her back and the rounded swell of her ass. Her nipples hardened as she felt the texture of his clothing on the front of her body. He moved away, standing in front of her and toyed with her tits, cupping the generous white globes in his hands, then lightly squeezing her nipples, gently pulling on her breasts. He slid both hands between her legs to open her pussy lips like the petals of a flower. She moved her thighs farther apart to accommodate his demanding hands.
He slid a finger deep inside her cunt. She trembled at his touch, not knowing what he had planned for her. She was dripping wet, and the heat inside her cunt was intense.
He took her hand and led her to a piece of furniture near the tall windows. It resembled an antique prayer stool. Placing her hands on a wooden brace, he told her to kneel.
Tentatively, she knelt down, her knees touching glove-soft brown leather that was padded generously. It was almost like kneeling on a pad in a church pew.
She sensed that he was adjusting something on the thing she was kneeling on. He took her arms and placed them apart, opening away from her body. Her forearms rested on more of the soft leather padding. She was bent forward at the waist.
Her hands fell naturally onto upright rods made of the same sumptuous leather. The feeling was terribly sensual. If she had been able to see, she would have found that they were, in fact, perfectly sculptured cocks, made larger than life.
She sensed him kneeling in front of her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, then kissing her neck and moving lower, her nipples. He took a wide stretchy fabric and bound it around her left breast, fastening the strap to itself with Velcro. Then, he attached the band to an elastic strap on the frame that she was kneeling on. He fastened a similar wide strap to her right breast. Quickly, her tits felt warm and electric, with so much of them gently compressed by the three-inch-wide elastic bands. Her nipples stood out like bright hard buttons.
She stayed still, kneeling, bent partially at the waist. The position was rather comfortable, but a little disorienting because of the blindfold.
Her lover moved behind her and caressed her inner thighs, then spread her legs wider. She felt him strapping her ankles in place, using soft fur-covered straps. She experimented with her position, moving backward with her hips. The straps on her breasts pulled, but were elastic, gently trying to draw her back to where she had been.
"What are you doing to me?" she whispered.
"Shhh," he said. "You'll see soon enough." She heard him adjusting something else behind her. He caressed the crack of her ass, sliding his hands down and playing with her clit, sending electric jolts through her body.
Finally he moved a dildo that was set firmly at a perfect angle toward her, pushing it just inside her open cunt lips. The shaft was warm and made of a lifelike latex.
She felt on fire. He grasped her hips and slowly pulled her backward, impaling her on the lifelike cock that was set firmly, waiting for her burning pussy. The elastic straps tugged on her breasts, pulling her back again, yet feeling delicious and warm as they pressed and squeezed her lovely globes.
"Oh . . . God!" she gasped. "I can't stand it." She trembled, gripping the two leather cocks as she started to rock her body back and forth, fucking herself with the dildo, feeling the sensual pull on her tits as she shoved the cock deep inside her. At the base of the dildo was a rubber mound that tantalized her hard clit. Whenever she shoved the cock in deep, stretching her breasts, it would hit her hard button, pushing her closer to an explosive climax. Back and forth she moved, grinding her hips, shoving herself against the rubber cock, feeling the pull on her tits, wanting more.
Her lover watched her with love and wonderment. He could stand it no longer and moved in front of her. He took his erect prick out and told her to open her mouth. He moved with her, fucking her mouth as she moved back and forth on the dildo.
She came quickly after tasting the velvet skin of his cock in her mouth. Her climax exploded within her, filling her with heat and lust. She didn't want it to stop and kept pushing her hips backward, grinding her clit against the rubber ridge, milking everything she could from it, feeling the delicious stretch of her tits against the elastic straps.
Finally it was over. She sagged against the stool, her arms trembling as she slowly moved away from the dildo. He took his cock from her mouth.
"Ohhh," she said, "You didn't come yet."
He knelt down and kissed her. "That's for later, darling. This one was just for you." He released her beautiful white breasts from the straps and massaged them, kissing each one in turn.
Without removing the blindfold, he helped her to her feet, then embraced her, kissing her mouth and her neck.
They returned to the bar and sipped more wine. She sat in front of him, drained and feeling warmly fuzzy. Her stockinged legs were apart for him, and he ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. He traced his fingers gently along her smooth cunt lips, then traced a line upward, over each nipple. He gently removed the blindfold.
She smiled at him, adoring him as he toyed with her. She realized she truly was his, and wanted to be. She craved making him happy, and she relished the newfound sexuality she had discovered in herself that made her want more and more of what he was willing to give her or take from her.
"I love it," she said. "I love what you're doing to me and what you're making me do." She sipped her wine slowly. "I want to do more for you before we're through with our fantasy."
He studied her for a long moment, looking at her voluptuous body, her dark stockings and pretty thighs that parted so willingly for his eyes and his hands. He stood up. "All right, darling, I'm going to come in your mouth."
He went behind the bar briefly and searched, finding her favorite vibrator. It was cock shaped, but had hundreds of soft rubber nubs along its sides.
He came back to her and moved one of the four bar stools to a spot near where she sat. He helped her to lie back across the second stool, so that her hips were supported by one, and her shoulders and neck were supported by the other.
He took the other two stools and put her feet on them with her legs wide apart. Then, he moved back to where her head hung down backward off the stool. He unzipped his pants and told her to open her mouth. He took his cock and balls out of his trousers and moved forward.
The height was just right. She took his hardening shaft into her mouth�the angle was perfect, so she could swallow all of his length. She sucked his cock greedily, taking his entire prick into her hot mouth as he moved his hips in and out.
He took the vibrator from the bar and put it in her hands. "Fuck yourself with it," he commanded.
She spread her pussy lips with one hand and slowly shoved the dildo into her cunt. She was still very moist, and the rubber shaft slid easily into her warm cavity. The little fingers played a happy tune on her sensitive flesh as she moved it in and out. Her lover was more aroused now, fucking her mouth with short, hard strokes.
His hands went to her pillowy breasts, cupping them and pressing them together. His strong fingers sought out her nipples, pinching them, kneading them as he approached his climax. He rolled her tender pink buds between his thumbs and forefingers as he fucked her mouth, thrusting a little harder each time. His hips pumped into her, moving with his hands as he neared his explosion.
She was so aroused that she felt she couldn't breathe.
His come spurted into her mouth, all hot and sticky as his climax erupted. He pulled her nipples sharply as he pumped, making her come as well, pushing her over the edge. She buried the dildo deep in her cunt, squeezing her knees together to get the most out of her climax, riding its wave like a surfboard.
Reluctantly, he withdrew his cock from her mouth. He knelt and kissed her, upside down, tasting her sweet mouth as well as his own juices. He stood then and helped her to a sitting position. She felt drained, spent, and completely happy.
He held her wineglass to her lips.
"Better?" He was smiling. He had not put his cock back into his pants.
She touched it lovingly, feeling its wetness, seeing it shine with their juices in the soft light. "Mmmm . . . much better. My whole body is like one big marshmallow�all fuzzy and electric."
She took another sip of wine, then lowered herself to her knees. She spread his thighs with her hands, then took his softening cock in her mouth and played with it, running her tongue around it as she sucked on him.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the warm wetness of her mouth on him for a while, feeling the little aftershocks of his climax as she suckled his cock.
Finally he gripped her arms and helped her to her feet. He was laughing. "Oh, God ... I wish I were twenty years younger. Then you'd really be in trouble!"
She smiled with him.
He took her hand. "Come on," he said, leading her down the hallway. "Time to get ready for dinner."
They went into the bathroom. He turned on the water for the big Jacuzzi, mixing it until it was the right temperature. "I want you to get naked for me and get in here. I'll be back in a minute."
She removed her heels and stockings and lowered herself into the warm water. It felt heavenly, with the bubbles caressing her skin. She eased back, covering herself with the water all the way to her neck.
Her lover returned with their wineglasses, freshly iced. He put them on the shelf beside the tub and knelt next to her. He had taken his shirt off. He produced a big, fuzzy washcloth and some soap and started bathing her.
She closed her eyes, loving the feeling as his strong hands caressed her body, rubbing away the soreness, cleansing her. He soaped her lovely breasts and washed them, tenderly rubbing her. He turned her around and soaped her back, rubbing more firmly as her skin gave way to that warm, sensual feeling that only a bath can give.
"I want you to relax in here for a while. Get your strength back." He rose and started to leave. He stopped and turned. "I've laid some things out for you on the bed. When you're finished�say, in twenty minutes�get dressed and come into the living room."
She was puzzled. "What's going to happen?"
He smiled. "You're going to serve me dinner." He turned and left her in the whirling water.
CHAPTER 9
She reluctantly left the tub and toweled herself dry with the large white towel he had left her. Naked, she looked at her body in the mirror. She cupped her breasts, running her thumbs over her nipples until they came erect, sending little thrills of sexuality through her body.
She closed her eyes, replaying the last thirty-six hours in her mind, relishing what she had seen, and what she had done with her newfound sexuality. She realized that she craved his touch, his instructions. She wanted to do the things that he made her do�wanted to feel his hands hard on her body, his cock deep in her mouth or in her cunt. She loved the feeling of helplessness when he bound her in different ways, exposing her sex to him and his desires, using her for his pleasure.
She longed for the feeling of fullness as he filled her with the thick dildos or vibrators, invading her cunt with the thrills of his toys�responding as he filled her until she was completely satisfied.
Unconsciously, she pinched her nipples, feeling their heat go down to her clit as her mind wandered. She opened her eyes and smiled at herself. She slipped her middle finger into her pussy and found that she was wet just thinking of him and the things they had done.
Then she broke the mood. She looked on the counter by the sink. He had left the rouge there. Without a second thought, she took it and began to darken her nipples for him, rouging them lightly and making them bigger than they were. Again, the difference in the appearance of her tits surprised her.
In the bedroom, she looked at the clothes he had readied for her. A pair of light beige stockings lay alongside a lace garter belt of the same color. The belt was unusual: it had four straps to fasten to the top of each stocking. She put it on, then sat on the bed to don the luxurious hose. There were seams in the stockings, and she used the large mirror to make sure they were straight.
A simple, elegant silk dress lay on the bed. She put it on, luxuriating in the feel of the smooth, cool fabric against her tits and her ass. The silk caressed her lovingly. The dress was a sand color, just slightly darker than the stockings. The front was cut in a deep vee, exposing the sensual line at the underside of each of her breasts. It was loose fitting, more draped than fitted. The lower part was overlapped at the front, with a slight vee at the hem. The skirt was loose as well, and swayed seductively as she moved.
A single strand of pearls, beautiful in their simplicity, lay on the bed. She put the pearls on.
When she went to put on the shoes that he had left, she realized that they were even higher than anything he had given her ... the heels must have been six inches. They were of soft leather, plain, the color of rich, dark teak. She stepped into them and took a few precarious steps. She felt the straining of her thigh and calf muscles as she walked carefully. The high heels made her thrust her hips forward slightly as she stood. It was awkward�yet exciting�to be wearing these things he demanded of her.
The last item he had left was a wide belt, made of the same dark brown leather as her shoes. She fastened it around her waist. It was very tight, and she was comforted by its snug grip on her body. In the middle of the belt, going completely around it was a series of small silvery metal rings.
She walked down the hallway carefully, taking small steps in the achingly high heels. She found she was tingling with anticipation at the thought of being near her lover.
He was standing by the fireplace. A small fire was burning�the air smelled faintly of wood smoke. He was dressed in a tuxedo, with a deep maroon cummerbund and matching bow tie. He poured a glass of champagne as she neared him. "How do you like the dress?" he asked.
She took the glass and sipped the fine golden liquid. "It's lovely. It feels so good against my skin." "And the shoes?"
She shook her head. "God, the things you make me do. I�I like them, but they're damned hard to walk in."
He smiled. "They're supposed to be. A little reminder that you're still my property, my plaything." He paused, looking at her.
It was as if he was waiting for something. He stared at the neckline of her dress. "Have you forgotten something?"
She was puzzled for a moment, then realized that he was looking at her tits. "Oh," she said in a small voice. "I'm sorry. I forgot."
She set her glass on the mantel. Using both hands, she pulled the bodice of the dress open, exposing her breasts to him.
It was his turn to be surprised. His fingers pinched her nipples lightly, pulling her left and right. "I like the rouge. I think we ought to make it a requirement for evening wear, love." With that, he kissed her� deeply, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. His hands continued to play with her pink globes, massaging their fullness, squeezing them together.
He reached for something on the mantel. He attached two small metal alligator clips to the rings on either side of her belt. He took the hem of her skirt on one side and fastened it to the clip, then did the same for the other side. The front of her skirt was held open, baring her lovely bald sex and lower belly to him. She felt the cool air on her lips as she opened her legs wider.
He held the champagne glass to her lips. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His hand moved lower, massaging her cunt, briefly playing with the button hidden inside.
He told her to walk for him.
She did as he asked, feeling slightly foolish, yet proud to do what he demanded. She walked across the room to the bar�slowly, for she was still unsteady in the high heels.
He watched her adoringly, admiring her strong legs as the shape of her thighs and calves were accentuated by the height of the shoes. She looked so sensual and alluring as she turned and walked back toward him, her thighs rounded, the bare top of her slit visible as she came back. He could not take his eyes off of her. Her lovely tits swayed with her walk.
He was so aroused by looking at her that he could not wait for what he wanted. As she approached him, he took his cock and balls out of his tuxedo pants. "I want you to suck on me," he said to her. "Now!"
She kissed him, then knelt in front of him. She started to take his shaft in her hand, but he stopped her. "No," he said, "Keep your hands at your sides. I want you to use only your mouth."
She followed his orders. It was awkward, yet exciting as she moved her head around to take his cock into her lips. He stood still as she sucked on him. She could feel him growing hard in her mouth and started to move her head back and forth as her tongue caressed him the way he liked. She could feel her pussy getting wet and engorged as she became more excited.
He pulled away and helped her to her feet and led her to a low-backed padded chair nearby. He turned it around and made her bend over it. He lifted her skirt and draped it over her back as he caressed the cheeks of her ass. "Spread your lips for me," he demanded.
She reached between her parted thighs and held open the lips of her cunt. She felt him move toward her and the hard head of his cock pressed against her. She was so wet that when he slammed his rod into her, it plunged in easily. The force of his thrust pushed her belly against the chair, and she had to hold on to the arms for support.
He fucked her rapidly, his cock plunging in and out of her tight, hot cunt. His hands reached around her and encircled each of her tits, pulling her back into him, using the fleshy globes as handles as he fucked her. She felt as if she were on fire, the heat building and building until she shuddered with the depth of her climax. "Oh, God, I'm coming!" she whimpered as he slammed into her.
He gripped her breasts tighter as he exploded, holding her ass tightly against him as he pushed inside of her. She could feel the hot spurts of his come juice as they spewed inside of her.
He stayed that way for a while, then pulled out of her warmth. "Don't move," he told her.
He withdrew his rod slowly and moved around to the other side of the chair. "I want you to taste us, my love." He held his cock to her face. Her lips opened and she took his softening flesh into her mouth, tasting the mixed juices of their pleasure, his saltiness and the tang of their sex. She was in heaven. She tongued him greedily, making him tremble as her mouth sucked on him and her tongue flicked back and forth across the underside of his prick.
Finally he withdrew from her warmth and closed his pants. They sat on stools by the small fire as they sipped their champagne. She looked lovely by the flickering firelight. Her breasts, open to his eyes, were partially shadowed, the rouge on her nipples making them mysterious and inviting. Her legs were parted, as he demanded, and he could admire the curve of her inner thigh, with the garters and soft creaminess of the stockings she wore. He could see her shaved, smooth cunt lips glistening with the moisture of their fucking. Her cheeks and upper chest were flushed with her contentment.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
She smiled. "I'm starved! It must be something in the air." She giggled and stroked his thigh.
She stood up, carefully with the six-inch heels, and curtsied in a mock gesture. "I'm at your command."
He stood with her. "Yes, I know." He stroked her nipple lightly with his fingertips. "Do you like it?" He pinched her nipple, looking at her eyes.
"Yes," she whispered as his fingers increased the pressure on her tender bud. She closed her eyes. "Oh, God . . . yes!"
* * *
The thick, clear glass table had been set for them with elegant Spode china and Baccarat crystal. Two places were set at right angles to each other at one corner. He looked at her as they stood near the table. "Take off your dress," he said. "Put it on one of the empty chairs."
As he watched, she began to disrobe. Her feet were still wobbly from the very high heels she wore. She stood, with her hands at her sides, waiting. He sat in one of the chairs, then unzipped his fly. "I want you to put my napkin in my lap, love." He slid his chair only partway into the table. She leaned toward him and took his napkin in her hand. "Play with my cock, first," he directed.
She bent over and fondled him lovingly, caressing the cock she loved so and gently cupping his balls with her other hand. "That's enough," he said. She laid the linen napkin down to cover him.
"There are salads on the counter in the kitchen for us. I want you to go get them and put them on the table." There was something in his tone of voice, almost commanding.
She didn't hesitate. She walked toward the kitchen. His eyes followed her across the short space, loving her, watching the creamy skin of her ass globes as she walked carefully. He adored her.
She returned with the two salad plates. He told her to put hers down first. She did, then moved to place his before him. When she bent down and placed the plate in front of him, he told her to stay that way. "I don't want you to move," he ordered.
Her lovely breasts hung down from her body, very near his face. He stroked them with his fingertips, lightly dusting her left nipple until it came erect. He kept on, stroking and stroking, then moved to the other white and pink globe of flesh. At his touch, her breasts felt engorged and aroused. Her eyes were closed.
He took his salad fork and softly pressed the tines of it against the supple round flesh at the side of her tit, then slowly traced the cold metal around the circumference of it using a light but steady pressure. She jumped slightly, then moved toward him, moving her arm to help him at his teasing.
"Keep your eyes closed," he ordered.
She was starting to breathe heavily as he toyed with her. A little moan escaped from her lips as the hard metal grazed her aroused skin. He took the fork away for a moment and watched her, loving her as she stood, bent at the waist. He returned to her body with the fork then, grazing the metal across her nipples�first one, then the other. She found herself pressing toward the tines, wanting to feel them more.
He moved his hand, taking the fork away from her supple flesh, and held it upright with the handle against the table's surface. He turned her body slightly until her nipple hung suspended above it. Gently, he pressed on her back. She bent over a little more. She could feel the hard metal against her erect rouged skin. He removed his hand from her back and waited. The smoothly rounded silver points pressed against her nipple.
It was electric.
It didn't hurt, exactly�more of a tingling sensation as the four rounded prongs dimpled the throbbing skin of her nipple.
He heard her whisper, "What do you want me to do?"
"Whatever you want to do, love. It's up to you." Carefully, she lowered herself, pressing the metal tips into her perfectly shaped breast. She moaned softly as her nipple came alive, the sensations all muddied with the same pleasure-pain that her beloved clips gave her. Her pussy was alive with it, too. She could feel the inevitability of her coming.
Her lover took his other hand and stroked her thigh, moving higher and higher. His fingers sought her erect button, stroking it. He could feel her trembling as her climax approached.
He watched as she moved on the fork, pressing, then moving slightly to and fro, pushing the metal in deeply, using it for her pleasure.
"Easy, now, take it easy. Tell me when you come." He increased the pressure on her clit, feeling her wetness.
"Oh, God. Now!" she said. Her legs trembled as her climax rolled through her.
He slid a finger into her cunt, pressing her clit. His other hand held the fork steady as she quivered, still moving her nipple back and forth across it, but not pressing as hard. He held his hands still as she calmed down, then carefully helped her to stand.
He could see where the four tines of the fork had dimpled her tender flesh. Her eyes were still closed.
He suckled on her nipple, caressing it with his tongue, mouthing it to work out the feeling, yet arousing her all over again. His hand left the wet heat of her sex and grasped the other round globe, squeezing it, feeling its shape and womanliness.
"Kiss me."
She opened her eyes then, and bent to kiss him. It was a long, lingering kiss, their tongues exploring each other. He still held her tits, then reluctantly let them go- He smiled. "Eat your salad. You must be hungry." As she sat, she realized that the seat had been covered in the same fur that he had used in the limousine. It felt warm and sensual on her ass cheeks as she sat.
She felt drained and aroused at the same time. Her mind reeled, realizing that she was completely immersed in their journey, loving everything they did. Everything he did to arouse her and to toy with her. She sat, feeling naked and proud, knowing that his loving eyes caressed her body, almost drinking in her skin from her thighs to her cunt to her belly to her tits.
She also sensed intuitively that he was as deeply involved in their journey as she was and knew that there was more to come. She couldn't define it, yet she knew that the rest of the evening was going to be rigorous and special, since it was their last. The thought both excited her and made her anxious.
He poured some wine for her. "I love you," he said simply.
She looked at him. "And I you."
As she sipped her wine, he caressed her left nipple, massaging the tender pink area where the fork had been. "Are you sore?"
She nodded. "A little, but it's a nice sore�and I get so hot when you play with me like that."
"Good. I love it when you're excited."
* * *
When they had finished their salads, he told her where to find their dinner. He had prepared a filet, then sliced it like a Chateaubriand. There was a special bearnaise sauce in a double boiler on the stove, and he instructed her how to arrange their plates.
She picked up their salads. As she bent over him, he kissed her again, holding the globe of her breast and pulling her toward him. "Do you want more?" he whispered.
She closed her eyes. "Yes," she said softly. "Anything you want to do to me."
* * *
She returned to the kitchen. His eyes followed her all the way, admiring the curves of her ass, the milk-white skin of her contrasting with the lace garters and stockings. God, he thought, she is a magnificent, sexy woman. He knew that if he let himself, he could get used to this very easily.
She was amazed at the dinner he had prepared: everything was ready to serve, even down to the plates on a plate warmer. The filet had been sliced perfectly. She served each plate with potatoes Diana, sauteed mixed vegetables and the meat. She ladled the bearnaise sauce over the meat and returned to the dining area with the plates.
She placed their food in front of them and moved to sit down. He watched her, waiting. An amused smile played at the corners of his mouth.
On her chair, a flesh-colored dildo thrust out from the center of the seat. It wasn't too long�only about five inches�but seemed very thick at the tip, and got even thicker at the base. It was angled toward the front of the chair.
"Sit down, love."
"I�I don't know if I can. It's pretty thick."
He stood up and moved next to her. "I'll help you." She stood facing the table, the chair behind her. His hands moved to her pussy, his fingers caressing her lips. He rubbed the hardness of her clit for a while, then finger-fucked her as she stood with her legs apart. She was incredibly wet.
From his pocket, he took a clear lubricant and slathered it over the head of the rubber cock making it glisten. With one hand holding hers, he guided her. "Sit down."
As she lowered herself, he used his other hand to spread open the lips of her cunt. She could feel the soft rubber filling her as she slipped lower, tighter and tighter, until she almost gasped with the feeling of it. It was scary and exciting as the thick rod filled the inside of her cunt, pressing against the sensitive walls.
Finally, it was inside. God, she thought, I'll never be able to get it out�it's so big. It was strange, though. It didn't hurt, it just felt full, tight, and wonderful. There was a rubber ridge at the front that massaged her erect button when she rocked forward.
Her lover moved the table to her, rather than trying to move the chair. He sat and watched her, impaled on the thick rubber prick. He was smiling.
"I hope you like the beef," he said.
She was getting used to it now. God, it felt good to have her cunt stuffed so full.
The food was magnificent. She knew that, yet she could only think of the center of her sex and what was filling her. Her lover poured more wine. The candles were burned halfway down. She started to move her hips, exciting herself.
He put his hand on her arm. "None of that, love. I want you to sit still and finish your meal." He smiled. "You'll come soon enough�I promise."
She was disappointed, but obeyed him, trying hard not to rub herself against the stiff rubber ridge that bumped her clit. She wanted to please him, to do everything he asked. She finished the food, filled with anticipation.
He sat back and lit a cigarette. "Is that cock in you still too big?" He could see her crotch through the glass table, see the juices that her excitement produced.
"It feels like heaven. Can I move now?" She sounded almost like a petulant little girl, yet she was incredibly aroused. She had been filled with the cock for almost twenty minutes. He prolonged her lustful agony, making her sit motionless for another few moments as he watched her. There was a red flush creeping around her throat.
He stood up and moved the table away from her, standing in front of her. He opened his fly and bared his prick. "Now for our dessert.
"I want you to make me come in your mouth. And I want you to fuck yourself on the dildo�but you can't come until I do. Do you understand?"
"Oh, yes, lover . . . anything."
She took his hardening cock in her mouth and sucked on him, drawing him deeply into her throat. His erection grew rapidly as her tongue worked on him. He opened his pants farther, dropping them to the floor, then started fucking her mouth. His hands held the back of her head gently, guiding her as he moved in and out of her warm lips.
Her hips started moving on the thick rubber shaft buried in her cunt, grinding it into her, then raising up and pushing down, feeling the girth of it stretch her wide open, setting her whole cunt on fire.
She took his cock out of her mouth and moved to his balls, licking the sensitive globes that she treasured�loving them lavishly�first one side, then the other. Then she plunged his prick back into her mouth, deep into her throat, swallowing all of him until her teeth ground against his pubic bone.
She could feel him shake slightly as his climax began, and she sucked on him harder, trying to milk the come out of him. She moved her hips furiously, up and down on the thick dildo, pushing herself down hard, spreading herself to the limit.
He finally let go. The hot white fluid of his come jetted into her mouth, filling her just as her own climax crashed through her body. She swallowed greedily, eager for his gift, then jammed herself against the chair as hard as she could, pressing her tender clit against the rubber ridge at the bottom of the dildo. Spasm after spasm rocked through her, draining her completely.
They stayed like that for a time, not moving, as the intensity of their orgasm subsided. She felt her lover's dick soften in her warm mouth and felt the last spasms of her own cunt as it gripped the thick rubber cock. His hands were on her shoulders, and he felt the slight trembling of her body as one last tiny wave of pleasure coursed through her.
He took her hands and helped her to stand. She felt a sense of emptiness as the thick rubber cock left her pussy. He kissed her, his arms enfolding her in an embrace. He could feel her breasts pressing against him through his shirt. They were incredibly warm. She could feel the slickness of his cock on her belly, pressing against her.
He said to her. "Would you like some coffee?"
She laughed. "Coffee?" She shook her head. "How do you expect me to think about coffee?" They smiled at each other.
He took the thick dildo off the chair and told her to sit down at the table. He left, returning a moment later with a tray with coffee and brandy.
He placed a cup in front of her and poured, then did the same for himself. They sat quietly, savoring this moment of complete fulfillment. "Would you like some brandy?"
She nodded. He rose from his chair and stood near her. He poured the Courvoisier into a large brandy snifter, more than she would have thought proper.
He opened his pants and dipped his half-erect cock into the amber liquid, then held it to her mouth. A drop splashed on her milk-white tit. "Here," he said. "See if you like it this way."
She took his cock in her mouth. The tang of the brandy made her mouth alive. He withdrew and dipped himself into the liquid again, then offered himself to her. "Take some more," he said. She sucked on him, licking away every trace of the brandy. She couldn't help giggling.
"Now it's my turn." He knelt in front of her and made her bend forward. He held the large-mouthed snifter to her breast and covered her nipple with the brandy. Then he took the hardening pink button into his mouth and sucked on it, laughing to himself with the fun of it. Eventually he was licking most of her breasts as the liquid covered her magnificent globes.
He returned to his seat and refilled their cups and brandy snifters. Taking her hand, he said, "How are you doing, love? Want to keep going?"
"You know I do. I couldn't stop now if you tried to make me. It seems I want more and more of this. More of you, and what you want to do to me."
She looked at her coffee. "Are you surprised?"
"No, not really. I sensed it in your voice when we first talked about it. You have quite an adventurous spirit. You're beautiful, curious, and oh, so sensual.
"We'll have to talk about this more tomorrow morning, when your journey is finished." He stood up and went to the kitchen, refilling the coffeepot and returned to the table.
They sat and drank, enjoying the aromatic liquid. From time to time, he would stroke her arm or her shoulder. Suddenly she shook her head.
"What were you thinking?"
"Oh," she said, looking at him. Her lips were curling in a soft smile. "I just can't believe what's been happening. I mean, you've turned me into a wanton, sexual creature.
"All I want is more and more of what you give me� what you do to me. Like now�I'm spent. Completely drained, yet all I can think of is that I want more of it."
He took her hand. "I know. I want more, too. I want to take you even farther than we've gone." He paused. "Do you still love me?"
She squeezed his hand. "Of course. Even more now. Because of . . . well, because of the power you have over me when we want it to be like this." She let go of his hand and sipped her brandy.
He lit a cigarette and stared at her. She was so lovely�so exciting to his eyes. God, he adored her� adored her willingness to do what he wanted with her. The strange part of it, of course, was that, with that willingness of hers to be his, to do as he insisted, came a responsibility that was new to him. He knew that he could please her, but he pondered often, like now, how far to take her into herself and her secret desires.
He wondered how far she wanted to be taken on this journey, and, even after what they had shared, he was concerned that some of the things planned for later would be too much for her.
He toyed with the salad fork that was still on the table. He asked, "Do you want more now?"
She looked at the fork in his hand and closed her eyes. "Yes," she whispered, "anything you want."
"And you remember the words to stop?"
"Yes ... but I won't use them."
"Stand up," he told her. When she did, he rose and stood behind her. He took a blindfold from his pocket and placed it over her eyes. His arms went around her from behind, and he clasped her tits, squeezing their heft and roundness, kneading them as his mouth trailed kisses on her bare shoulders.
She could feel his cock stiffen through his pants, and she thrust her ass against him.
He told her to remain still and went to the dinner table. Carefully, he moved the remaining dishes and glasses to one end of the heavy glass table. Blowing one of the candles out, he removed it from the sterling holder and placed it at the other end, alongside the silver fork that he had left there.
She followed him as he led her to the end of the table. He told her to sit on it. She obeyed him. The glass was cool on her ass cheeks. He helped her lie back, then stretched her arms above her head. His hands caressed her body, sliding down the inside of her arms, then over her firm breasts, toying briefly with the nipples on their way down to the very center of her sexual fire.
"God, I love what your hands do to me."
"Shhh." He put a ringer to her lips.
He left her and got two of the chairs. Positioning them on either side of his own chair, he raised her right leg until her knee was up and her heel rested firmly on the back of it. He moved to the other leg and did the same, positioning her so that she was wide open�exposed to him�wanting him.
He sat in the remaining chair. His hands started at her knees and slid down the inside of her thighs, reaching her naked pussy lips. His hands were warm. She tried to spread her legs even wider for him, moving her feet farther apart on their supports.
Her lover stroked her cunt lightly, teasing her, using feathery touches as he traced the pouting outer lips of her sex. Carefully, he slipped his fingers between the white skin of the folds, touching ever so lightly the erect button hidden at the top of her slit.
She moaned softly as his fingers continued sending flickers of sensation through her.
He bent close to her and kissed the inside of one thigh, well above the top of her stocking. He moved and kissed the other thigh, swirling his tongue on the warm, satiny flesh. His mouth continued upward, kissing the lower part of her belly, then lower still, licking the fleshy pad just above her slit.
It was driving her crazy.
Finally his tongue moved lower, barely opening her cunt lips as he moved down, then back up. She could feel his warm breath on her. His tongue moved ... up and down, deeper and deeper between the folds of her cunt flesh. Then finally, spreading her cunt lips with his fingers, he plunged his tongue into her warm pussy. His upper lip pressed hard on her clit, and she could feel the bristly hair of his moustache as he tongue-fucked her.
He moved again, his tongue caressing her hard button, nibbling on it with his teeth, then sucking it in and flicking his tongue up and down over it. She started to tremble, signaling her climax.
He didn't want her to come yet�wanted to keep her right on that brink of excitement�so he slowly moved his face away from her lovely naked pussy, raining little light kisses on her.
"Ohhh"�she was almost pleading�"don't stop . . . please."
He kissed her cunt again. "We've only started, love. Do you still want more?"
"God, yes! Anything."
He reached over and picked up the fork. She jumped as the cold, hard metal tines traced themselves up her inner thigh. He watched as the points left little indentations that disappeared as the fork moved with his hand.
He lifted it from her skin, then placed it on the skin just above the top of her lips, in the fleshy pad that was so much a part of her sex. He pressed a little harder now. Her hips squirmed as he toyed with her, pressing the fork harder, then releasing the pressure.
Her mind was whirling. She was incredibly aroused from the tonguing her lover had given her. And now a thing as simple as a fork was sending her wild with excitement. There was a little bit of pain, but, like her nipple clamps, it was a good pain, and along with it came that slight fear. But it felt so damned good, to be played with like this, to be used and touched by him.
His fingers held her cunt lips open, and the fork continued to move, pressing lightly into first one side of her, then the other. She was incredibly sensitive, and the feelings were almost more than she could stand. She found that she wanted him to press into her harder.
She felt the fork leave her skin for a moment. He reached for the candle. The bottom of it had a wide ridge.
His fingers spread her lips apart, and he slowly pushed the candle into her cunt. She was so wet that it slid in easily. Her hips rose to meet his thrust as he fucked her with it. It was different�so rigid and unyielding�yet sensual in its own way. He filled her with it, sliding it in and out of her pussy with a regular rhythm.
She felt her climax building again. Just as she was getting close, he used the fork again, running it up and down the flesh of her inner lips, timing its movement with the candle. Up and down, its tiny rounded points made stinging, glorious sensations on her sensitive skin. He pushed the candle deeper into her with each thrust.
She wanted . . . she wanted him to . . .
Just as her climax started, he moved the rounded prongs of the fork to her hard, erect clit, scraping it across her, sending a million volts of electricity through her.
She couldn't help crying out as he held the thick candle deep inside her and pressed the silver fork against her hard button while she moved her hips, milking herself for every jolt of her climax.
When she was still, he slowly took the candle from inside her, then bent to kiss her still-tingling pussy. His hands went to her tits and cupped them, holding them firmly but gently as her breathing returned to normal.
When she could, he helped her stand and embraced her. "Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded her head. "Yes, but I think I died and I'm in heaven."
When he laughed, she said, "How the hell did you think that one up?"
"I don't know, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. Any objections?"
They were walking toward the back of the house. "Are you kidding? It's just that I might be a little sore after tonight."
"We'll fix that up," he said. "A shower should help, and then some of our magic lotion, and you'll be as good as new."
As they entered the bathroom, he took her arms and said, "Besides, we have a long night ahead of us after our guests leave."
He started taking off his clothes.
"They'll be here in an hour."
CHAPTER 10
He watched her as she removed her stockings and garter belt. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her, then turned her to the mirror. His arms enfolded her, one hand cupping her sex, the other gripping her generous breast as he squeezed and massaged her flesh. "I'm awfully glad that you're enjoying your trip to Fantasyland."
She laughed. "Enjoying it�that's the classic understatement of all time." She leaned her head back on his shoulder, loving the feel of his strong hands on her flesh, pushing her cunt against his fingers. "You've turned me into a hedonist�I want it all�everything you want to do to me. I guess I am yours completely, and I don't want it to be any other way right now."
She turned in his arms. "Master, I am yours to command, and it is my duty to obey."
He laughed with her and slapped her ass cheek playfully. "Into the shower with you then, slave, and be quick about it!"
She entered the shower. He turned the lights down, then joined her, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature so that it was comfortably hot. They moved together to the streaming water, the warmth of it puddling between them as they embraced. He reached for the soap and washed her, sudsing her tits and belly, then turning her around to cover her back and her ass. When she was fully lathered, he slid his hands across her body, sliding on the sensual silkiness of her skin.
After she had rinsed off, she did the same to him, washing his nipples, then sudsing his groin and covering his cock and balls with her hands, soaping and teasing at the same time.
He moved her out of the water and had her stand near him. He took a bottle of lotion from the shelf of the shower area and puddled some in his hands. He warmed it for a moment, then knelt and started spreading the balm on her belly. It smelled a little like winter-green, light and fresh. It was so soothing to her. His fingers massaged it into her skin, rubbing her girlish cunt lips and the mound of her pussy. It made her a little tingly at first, then just soothed as his hands worked on her flesh.
He poured some more into his palms and stood up, his hands moving to her large, wondrous breasts. He rubbed them hard, pressing the lotion into her skin. Her nipples hardened and felt alive as the balm worked its magic, soothing her pink tips and the lovely flesh around them.
He steered her back into the shower and they stood for a while with their arms around each other as the soothing water covered their bodies. They kissed for a time; then he let her go. "I want you to stay here for a few minutes. Let the water work on you for a little bit, then come into the bedroom." He kissed her again, then left the shower.
She stood under the revitalizing jets of water. It was amazing�the soreness in her nipples and her pussy lips had disappeared like magic. She toweled herself dry with the big thick towel he had left her, then walked into the bedroom naked. It amazed her.
When they had first met, she had been terribly shy and self-conscious about her body and her nakedness. Yet now, after so long with her lover, and seeing how the sight of her aroused and pleased him, she was comfortable with it. She loved being his, loved doing what he told her to do. And she loved when he looked at her so adoringly.
He was doing that now. He had put on slacks and a shirt. He stood next to the bed. "Come here," he said.
She walked to him. He kissed her, his hands stroking her back and her ass lightly. "You look lovely. Did the shower help?"
"Mmmm ... I feel wonderful."
He pointed to their bed. "Here are your clothes. When you're dressed, come back into the living room." He kissed her lightly, stroked her nipples, smiled, and left the room.
She turned to the bed. He had laid out a lovely wraparound dress of fine gray cashmere. Next to it was a delicate charcoal-gray lace garter belt and a bra. The bra surprised her, because she thought he wanted her bare-breasted. She put it on and saw that it was really just a suggestion of the garment. The cups gave her generous breasts support, yet left the nipples and the tops exposed. The stockings were of the same color, darker than the dress.
As she dressed, she marveled at how well he knew her tastes, and how he fit them into his own desires for her to look as erotic and sexual as she could.
The dress fastened simply with a tie at the waist. She could tell as she put it on that her bare skin would be available to him with a simple untying of the sash. She put on the heels he had left�again, the dark charcoal color to accentuate the stockings and contrast with the dress's softer shade.
Finally, he had left her a plain gold chain. The links were elegant in their simplicity. She put the necklace on and looked at herself in the mirror. The bra added to her cleavage, so that the soft and lovely swell of her breasts showed enticingly at the deep vee of the neckline.
She left the bedroom and returned to the living room.
* * *
He was sitting near the fireplace when she entered. He rose and indicated a chair opposite for her to sit. After she had made herself comfortable, she remembered her duty and bared her tits to him. He smiled quietly. "You look magnificent," he said. He poured some wine for them and gave her one of the glasses.
He allowed himself the enjoyment of tracing her nipples with his fingertips before returning to sit across from her. "How do you feel?"
"Wonderful . . . refreshed . . . and ready to continue."
"Continue?" He lit a cigarette. "What would you like to do?" He was still smiling his amused smile.
She hesitated, holding his eyes. Finally she said, "Anything . . . anything you want me to do."
He looked at his watch quickly. It seemed as if he was trying to decide something. "All right," he said, making up his mind. "Slide your hips forward on the chair and open your legs wider."
She did as he told her. Her back rested lower on the soft chair. Her knees were wide apart.
"I want to see your cunt. Open the dress so I can look at you."
She lifted the soft cashmere and pulled it aside, exposing her naked pussy to his eyes. She didn't know what to expect. He sat, gazing at the center of her.
"You are the most sensual creature there ever was," he said to her. "I wish there were some way to tell you how I am enjoying our journey�how much you are fulfilling me and arousing me." He shook his head. "I love you this way�mine to have and to use."
He rose from his chair and refilled their wineglasses. As he handed her the goblet, he slipped a finger between her cunt lips, shoving it deep into her pussy. She was wet and warm. She closed her eyes as his finger invaded her and raised her hips to meet his demanding touch, opening herself even wider.
"You're excited."
"Ohhh," she whispered, "you know I am." He returned to his seat facing her. "Close your eyes."
She obeyed him.
"I want to watch you masturbate. I want to see you get off by yourself�no toys, no me, just you and your hands"�he paused�"and your fantasies."
She looked at him for a moment, then looked down. This always embarrassed her. She felt terribly self-conscious when he watched her. Yet she knew that it inflamed him, was one of the things from which he derived great pleasure.
And she wanted to do it for him.
She closed her eyes and settled even more deeply in the chair. He watched intently as her hands went to her lovely breasts, barely defined by the wisp of a bra that she wore. She cupped the fleshy globes, squeezing gently to compress their weight and girth. Her fingers softly traced the outline of her light pink nipples. Round and round her fingernails moved. She moaned slightly as she felt her flesh harden at the tips of her breasts.
When they were as hard as pebbles she pinched them�first one, then the other, moving her fingers in a circular motion, stretching the rounded flesh as she pulled.
Her right hand moved down to her wide-open cunt. She spread the shaved lips wide, opening herself to him, visualizing as she kept her eyes closed, his face, watching her, perhaps touching himself as she played with her own body.
She could feel her climax building. She was into it now, her mind flashing on the past few hours. She felt her body invaded by his dildos, her tits squeezed and tied, her nipples clamped. She saw again the huge black cock plunging into the tiny redhead's mouth, spurting come.
Her fingers moved furiously over her erect clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She thought of her prayer stool, opening her, invading her, and stretching her hungry breasts, and the stinging sensation of his fly whisk as it had lightly stroked her tits and her cunt, and wanting more and more.
It was as if she were alone now, her thoughts flying. She shoved a finger deep into her cunt, then another one�fucking herself as she came closer, moving her fingers in and out as her lovely body jerked and shuddered. Her climax was explosive. She pressed her legs together, pushing her fingers deep into her cunt as the waves washed over her body.
He looked at his lover.
She was so damned beautiful. Her body was calming now, her hand deep in her sex, the other grasping one breast as she savored the last of her climax. Her legs parted slowly, her lovely thighs open to his view.
He went to her and knelt between her splayed legs and gathered her in his arms. He kissed her throat and her lips and her eyes. She still held onto herself, her fingers deep inside her hole as she calmed down. Her other hand still gripped her tit as he pressed against her.
When she was more relaxed, he kissed her. "You're beautiful," he told her. His hands roamed over her, sending little aftershocks as he felt the inside of her thighs, the backs of her calves, the roundness of her breasts.
He was still kneeling in front of her when the doorbell rang. She jumped, startled.
"Perfect timing," he said. "I wanted to get you warmed up a little before our guests got here."
She laughed. "A little warmed up?"
He rose, then helped her to her feet. "I think you had better put my two favorite things away before we meet our guests."
She laughed with him. She was becoming so used to her rules that she had forgotten that her breasts were bared to him.
"Go to the bar and put some more ice in the ice bucket, love. I'll meet you there." He left to answer the door.
She could feel that she was still flushed from her self-induced climax as she walked to the bar. She was curious about who was arriving, but somehow she thought she might know.
* * *
The two women he introduced were Sarah and Melissa. He fixed each of them a drink as they talked. Sarah was a tall, slender blonde. She seemed reserved, wearing a tailored gray wool suit. Her jewelry was simple and elegant: plain gold bracelets and a plain gold chain at her throat. Her hands were long, with tapered fingers.
Melissa�Lis, as she asked to be called�was much shorter; about 5' 2" or so, with warm chestnut hair that she wore in a pageboy. Her figure was lush�almost voluptuous�where it filled her plain white silk blouse. She wore a short maroon skirt and, as Lis sat, she could see the line of her stocking top on her firm thigh.
Sarah smiled at her. "I understand that you've had an interesting weekend." She let the question dangle.
She looked at her lover, and knew that she was coloring slightly. She recovered quickly. "Yes . . . it's been, well . . . illuminating, to say the least."
Sarah patted her arm and smiled warmly. Her face fell into place with the smile, and she realized that she was quite a pretty woman. "I hope that Lis and I can make it more interesting for you�I mean that."
Sarah took Lis's hand in her own and said, "Come on, love. I can't wait." They left the living room, carrying their drinks.
He turned to her, smiling. "I imagine you can figure out what's next on your journey?"
"I kind of had it figured out when they came in."
"Are you game?"
Her curiosity had been aroused by now, and somehow her embarrassment had left her. "You know I am. I want to taste it all."
* * *
He steered her into a bedroom at the far end of the hall. It was similar to their own, only smaller. A king-sized bed dominated the room. The lighting was muted, with the bed seemingly magically lit with a soft, diffused light.
Lis lay on the bed. Her blouse was open, revealing her large breasts. Sarah was kneeling next to her, stroking the girl's nipples with her long red nails. Lis's eyes were closed. A faint smile played across her face as she stretched like a cat, her arms above her head.
Her lover moved a chair close to the bed and gestured for her to sit. As she got comfortable, her eyes met Sarah's and held them briefly. The other woman smiled and nodded, then returned her attention to Lis.
He stood behind her, his fingers resting gently on her shoulders. She looked up at him and saw that he was mesmerized by the two women on the bed. He sensed her watching him and bent down to kiss her.
She returned her attention to the bed. Lis reached up and unbuttoned the blonde's blouse, sliding it from her shoulders. She had smallish breasts, rounded and pretty, but firm. Her slender torso glowed in the soft light as she changed position and lowered her small nipple to Lis's waiting mouth.
Gently, oh so gently, Lis sucked on the pink bud. Sarah closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh as the sensations ran through her body. She disengaged, reluctantly, and lay back. The shorter woman then knelt and removed her blouse.
Lis bent over Sarah, her large, pendulous breasts hanging down, and slowly brushed them across the light pink nipples. Back and forth they touched, nipple to nipple, each in their own world of erotic pleasure.
They were practiced lovers, pleasuring each other as they knew how to. They kissed deeply, their arms around one another as they embraced. Sarah deftly removed Lis's skirt. She was naked beneath, except for her stockings, and she moved her thigh up between her lover's legs, pressing on the brown pubic hair as they rocked slowly against each other.
She leaned forward, fascinated as she watched them. She wasn't repelled by their lovemaking�it was beautiful in its way, and very different than the two men they had watched.
As the women finished undressing, she saw that Sarah's cunt was shaved as hers was, and it gave her an involuntary thrill to see the other woman's sex so much like her own.
Lis was on her back now, her knees raised and her legs parted as Sarah kissed and suckled her large tits. Her long, slender fingers encircled the twin mounds of firm flesh, squeezing them together, massaging and pulling them as she sucked. She slowly trailed her kisses down Lis's short, compact body until she found the very center of her. Gently, slowly, her tongue licked up and down, barely touching her welcoming cunt.
Lis grabbed Sarah's head and pushed her face into her slit, holding her tightly as Sarah mouthed her. She spread her thighs wide apart. Sarah's tongue kept sending little shudders through her body.
As he stood behind her, his hands slid down, holding her own breasts, massaging and squeezing as she watched the two women shift positions, now lying on their sides as they licked and sucked each other. She felt her lover's cock, hard against the back of her shoulder.
She didn't want to admit it, but the sight of the two women making love to each other was very arousing. She could feel herself moistening. Her nipples hardened as he touched her.
The women had changed positions again. Now each of them was tonguing the other, their thighs alternatively opening and closing as they moved and sighed to each other's rhythm.
"Oh, God!" Lis cried, her body becoming rigid. "Now, Sarah . . . now!"
The slender blonde redoubled her efforts, tonguing and fingering her lover as Lis's climax exploded. They heard a mewling sound come from her lips as she came.
They rested for a moment, their hands caressing each other. Finally Lis reached toward the bedside table and took a large dildo in her hand. She rolled Sarah onto her back and lay on top of her, kissing her. Their breasts were flattened against each other.
They broke the kiss, and Lis slowly moved down between the blonde's legs. They moved so that she could see more clearly. Sarah lay with her legs near the side of the bed. Her partner knelt at right angles to her, slowly inserting the lifelike cock into Sarah's shaved pussy. Lis sucked on Sarah's clit briefly, then stroked it with her free hand as she fucked her with the dildo. Her mouth moved constantly�back to the small, firm tits, sucking the nipples, then down her belly back to the top of her lover's sex.
In and out like a piston, her fist moved. Sarah thrust her hips up to meet each movement of the dildo, panting and moaning with the excitement as she came closer and closer to her fulfillment.
"Oh, Jesus! Yesss!" Sarah cried as the dam broke in her body. "More . . . give it to me . . . more!" she panted. Her hips bucked wildly. Lis held the rubber cock buried deep inside her cunt, pushing hard. Her other hand grasping the woman's small breasts and nipples as she climaxed.
* * *
She was amazed at her own reaction. What she had just seen was so erotic and exciting that she was steaming. Her lover's hands caressed the tops of her breasts through the cashmere. He still stood behind her, and she could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her shoulder.
Lis and Sarah had moved to a more comfortable position on the bed. They lay quietly. There wasn't a sound in the room, yet she felt that everyone could hear her breathing.
She sensed�rather than felt�her lover moving away from her. She could only look at the two naked bodies on the bed, rapt in their sensuality. Both of them had their eyes closed.
He returned with a tray of champagne glasses. He handed one to her, then moved to the bed and offered Lis and Sarah a glass. Everyone was smiling�she joined them in the warmth and raised her glass to the two women. It seemed so close and warm and natural . . . and terribly arousing. Her lover returned and stood by her side.
As they sipped the cool liquid, Lis said, "God, that was wonderful. It's gotten me so excited I don't want to stop." She rolled over and kissed Sarah's shoulder.
A look passed between the two women. Lis smiled and got off the bed and walked toward them. She stood in front of her, her rounded body glistening lightly in the soft light of the room.
She held out her hand.
"We'd like to make you happy," she said. It was almost a whisper.
She looked back at her lover, confused and petrified. She was so aroused she couldn't think straight. She looked at Lis's offered hand.
To her lover she said. "Do�do you want me�?" She couldn't finish.
He bent down and kissed her neck. "What do you want, love?"
"I�I'm not sure�I�"
"You said you wanted to try everything," he said gently, "and this is a safe, loving way to do that . . . if you want to." His hands were still at her breasts, teasing, caressing. The sensuality enveloped her. "Besides," he said to her, "I want to watch you."
She looked back to the auburn-haired girl standing in front of her. Her breasts were so beautiful, her thighs mysterious, and yes, she had always wondered . . .
* * *
Hesitantly, with a final look at her lover, she took Lis's hand. It was warm and dry. Lis was smiling at her as she led her toward the bed. She could hear her lover sit in the chair she had just vacated. When she looked, she couldn't see him because he was out of the circle of light cast by the soft lights of the bed area.
Sarah rose and stood on the other side of her. They turned her to face where he was sitting. Lis drained the rest of her champagne and set the glass on the table, then reached for the cashmere tie and opened her dress, letting it fall to the floor.
"Close your eyes," Sarah whispered to her. "Just let go. We want to please you." Her fingers traced the swell of her large tits. "You're beautiful," the girl said.
They pressed their warm bodies against her, one on either side. She felt the unmistakable pressure of their breasts on her arms and against the side of her own swelling globes as they embraced her. Kissing her lovingly, their mouths trailed down the nape of her neck, then one moved toward the front of her, leaving a wet hotness on her skin.
Sarah stood behind her, pressing against her skin, continuing to kiss her shoulders and neck as Lis's mouth suckled on her erect pink nipples. She knelt in front of her, her mouth slowly moved down her belly, sucking until she reached the fleshy pad above her slit.
She felt as if she were in a dream, yet the dream was reality as the two women loved her. They moved her to the bed, then guided her onto her back.
Lis parted her thighs wide, caressing the insides of them. Her strong fingers rubbed over the smooth fabric of her stockings then on to the white flesh of her inner thighs as her mouth hovered just above her cunt. Slowly, the girl probed at her pussy with her fingers, shoving them in deep, opening her like a rose.
Her tongue teased and flicked against her erect clit then pulled away, as her knowing hands kneaded and toyed with the flesh of her groin and thighs.
Sarah knelt above her, taking her breasts in her two hands and squeezing them together. She sucked on her nipples, first one, then the other. She couldn't help letting out a sigh as the girl's mouth sucked hard at her pink buds.
She opened her eyes and looked into Sarah's eyes. "You like that, don't you?" Sarah said.
"You know I do," she replied. Her voice was husky and her throat felt dry.
"You'll like this," the woman said. She moved and let her dangling breasts brush across her, toying and teasing the erect nipples together�tit flesh caressing tit flesh.
Her body was on fire. Lis's mouth was pressed against her cunt now, sending smoldering signals to her brain. She raised her hips to ask for more of the insistent fingers that invaded her hole.
As if on a signal, the two girls changed places. Sarah's mouth now demanded entrance to her very core, lapping up and down over her hard clit, then plunging deep into her hole.
Lis's hands squeezed and massaged her full breasts, then pinched at her nipples. "Feel me," she said. She took her hand and placed it over her own generous tit. "I like to be squeezed hard." To her amazement, she did what was asked and stroked and squeezed the globe.
It felt wonderfully feminine and arousing, weighty and exotic. She used her hands as she imagined she would like to be touched, and heard Lis's breath catch and become more rapid.
Without thinking, she pulled Lis's nipple toward her and took it into her mouth, feeling its hard flesh dance as she stroked it with her tongue. Lis took her hand with her own and moved it to her pussy, cupping it against her with her fingers resting on her firm cunt lips.
She had never touched another woman there, and she was jolted by the heat of it. Lis manipulated her fingers until she had put one inside, then held her hand there. "There," she whispered. "You know what to do."
Her climax caught her by surprise. It burst on her like a hidden bomb. Sarah's mouth fastened to her slit and sucked and licked as she exploded. She squeezed Lis's tits hard, hanging on as wave after wave of excitement roared through her. Her body quivered with the aftershocks of her coming.
The two women moved to each side of her, cradling her in a bed of warm, soft, female flesh. They stroked her and kissed her, calming her.
She was drained�exhausted. She didn't notice when the two women slipped away from her. Her mind was a whirlwind of eroticism and feelings and fulfillment and puzzlement.
* * *
He let her rest for an hour. He had covered her with a light cotton sheet. Before he did, his eyes lingered on the woman that he loved. She was so beautiful. The gray lace of her lingerie set off her shining skin. Her breasts spilled out of the wisp of a bra that she wore so beautifully.
Her legs were parted, her thighs open to his gaze. He could see the glistening of her juices on the smooth, shaved skin of her slit. Her pussy pouted at him, and he longed for it�longed to plunge his cock deep into it, burying himself in her.
He waited, though, because there was still a half a night left on the journey that he was taking her on, and she would need her rest. He was going to take her to the limit of her fantasies�maybe beyond the limits. He didn't know.
He just knew that he adored her, and the best part of their trip was about to begin. It was time to use her as his toy, to take his pleasure and enhance hers in a way she had never dreamed of.
He watched her sleep for a time, then left to prepare the room they would be using for the next several hours. When he returned, he knelt next to her on the bed. She stirred as he uncovered her body. His hands sought her breasts and massaged them lightly, encircling them with his fingers, loving their weight and their flesh. He took a nipple in each hand and squeezed them between his fingers, twisting slowly and pulling them away from her. He knew that she was waking up, in a dream from the past few hours.
He became hard instantly as he played with her. He saw her eyes open briefly and moved to her head.
His cock was inches from her lovely mouth. "Suck on me!" he said sharply. "I want to feel the back of your throat with my cock."
CHAPTER 11
She struggled out of her sleep, slightly disoriented and a little confused. She saw his cock and heard his voice, then became aware of where she was. She grasped his hard shaft and plunged it down her throat, taking all of him as she hungered for his flesh.
He thrust into her mouth, feeling the length of his sensitive cock warmed by her mouth and tongue. His hands kneaded her tits, massaging and squeezing, then pinching her nipples roughly as he fucked her lips.
She disengaged him for a minute, breathing heavily. "God, I love sucking you off. I can never get enough."
He chuckled. "You love it�think about me!"
She kept sucking on his prick, taking him in deep, hungrily, as she worked to make him come. Her free hand fondled his balls, rolling the soft globes in her palm, then closing her dainty fingers around his sac, pleasuring him.
She heard his explosion of breath as he erupted in her waiting mouth. His hot juice filled her with its warmth. She sucked and swallowed greedily, taking it all, not wanting to lose any as he spurted his come into her.
His legs started to tremble, and he lay next to her on the bed, his hand cupping one large breast. His mouth was close to her ear.
"Of all the things we do, I think that gives me the most pleasure," he said. She nodded, smiling. He went on, as he continued to toy with her pink nipple. "Are you ready for the last part of our trip together?"
She hesitated. "I can't think of anything else that there might be�"
He spanked her bottom lightly, playfully. Rising off the bed, he said, "Oh, there's a lot more. For the rest of the evening, it's just you and me . . . and our fantasies."
He held out his hand to her. "Are you game?"
She took it and got to her feet. She stood close to him, her nipples touching his shirt. "You know I am. I can't wait! I want you to do it all�make me whatever you want me to be, do whatever you want to me."
"Do you remember the words to use?"
She smiled. "Will I need them?"
He was quiet for a moment. "I don't know�that's up to you." He gestured to a small dressing room off the bedroom they were in. "I want you to put on what I've laid out, then come into the living room."
He kissed her warmly, his tongue flirting with hers, then left her.
* * *
She entered the small room and looked around. It was the size of a little bedroom. One wall held glass-fronted closets. On the other wall was a dressing table with a stool in front of it. A daybed was against the wall opposite the door.
She walked over to it and looked at the garments that were lying on it. She turned and sat on the stool, looking at herself in the mirror, then absentmindedly touched her hair. He had laid some of her cosmetics out, and she did her lips, then, as an afterthought, added some shading to her pink nipples, making them slightly darker and larger. She hoped he would like it. She wanted to please him.
He had left her a wineglass. The liquid was cool and almost sweet to the taste.
Looking in the mirror, she was satisfied. She rose and went to the daybed.
She picked up a garter belt. It was fairly wide, made of thin, glove-soft black leather with a muted sheen to it. When she put it on, it fit snugly�perfectly�the soft sensation of the leather on her skin was electric. There were two suspenders at the front, and one at the back, also made of the leather, but with a strip of elastic at the snap.
The stockings he had left for her were beautiful. When she picked them up, she could tell that they were real silk. They were jet-black, but sheer. Very sheer. The silk was smooth and luxurious as she slid them up her legs and attached the garters.
God, how she loved dressing for him. She knew how much he loved the sensuality of her and how it was enhanced by the trappings of sex. The kind of trappings that were just for them�for their private times and private sexuality, when she could be wanton and carefree, and earthy and sexy.
The shoes she put on were also black leather�beautifully crafted in Italy. The heels were pencil thin and outrageously high. She loved them. Her fingers caressed the softness of the shoes.
She stood unsteadily on the spindly heels. A dressing gown was on the daybed as well. As she picked it up, she saw that he had left her a rose�a white one that he had hidden beneath the gown. There was a card. Opening it, she read:
--for you ... for tonight . . . when you give me everything . . .--
The note sent her mind flying, for she truly didn't know what to expect from her lover. They had done so much, and she knew that their journey was coming to an end. What would he do to her? How would she please him? She was a little apprehensive.
The robe was plain in its styling, made of gossamer black silk, giving only the hint of a garment, yet making her nudity all the more appealing. There was a black satin belt for the waist. She tied it, looking at herself once more in the mirror, then left for the main room of the house where her lover (and owner) was waiting.
* * *
He was sitting at the bar. He watched her walk toward him�unsteadily, because of the high heels that he made her wear. He was smiling at her, drinking in the sensual beauty of this woman that he loved so. She ignited such a fire in him! Her large tits swayed under the gown as she walked gingerly. The awkward set of the high heels accentuated her graceful calves and rounded the front of her thighs as she walked slowly toward him. The black garter belt and hose made a perfect erotic frame for her pouting and swollen pussy�the very center of her sexuality.
He had tried to remain detached for their journey� trying to act as a guide and mentor, showing and exploring, pushing the limits of her sensibilities, so that she could find the very core of her own sexuality. The trouble was that they were exploring his fantasies as well, and it was incredibly difficult for him to remain aloof emotionally.
Especially now, when he looked at her�drank in all of the erotic beauty that she showed him so willingly and so completely. He was overwhelmed by the willingness with which she opened herself for him, and offered herself completely, allowing him the license to her mind and her voluptuous body.
It was all he could do to refrain from taking her right there�fucking her on the floor. She was so damned beautiful to his eyes. And so exciting.
He rose as she came to him and poured her a small glass of white wine. "God," he said, "you look magnificent. You've got to be the most exciting woman in the world." He raised his glass in a toast to her.
She smiled and returned the gesture. "If I am, it's because you make me feel that way."
He set his glass on the bar and reached for the collar of the filmy robe, opening it to expose her large breasts. He bent to one and suckled the nipple, teasing it into hardness with his teeth. With his hand, he found her other pink bud and pressed it between his fingers.
She closed her eyes, and he felt a slight shudder as he worked on her sensitive pink flesh. He could taste a trace of the rouge she had put on.
Still sucking on her breast, his other hand found her cunt slit. He shoved a finger into her. She was wet and hot�so ready for the rest of the evening. She thrust her hips forward, silently begging for more of his finger inside her.
He wanted to feel her mouth on him.
He slowly disengaged his mouth and hands from her body and stood slightly away from her. When she opened her eyes, he reached to his fly and opened it, exposing his hardening cock.
Neither of them had said a word.
She knelt in front of him, her knees feeling the lush-ness of the carpet as she took his prick in her mouth, sucking him in completely. He stood very still and let her work on him, sucking his cock in and out of her warm lips. He felt himself growing harder, beginning to feel the back of her throat with the tip of his shaft. His hands gently grasped the back of her head and pulled her face to him, moving her head back and forth�slipping in and out of her mouth with the deepest of pleasure and sensation.
As when they had begun their journey, he pulled away from her abruptly and helped her stand.
She said, "But I wanted to taste your come. You were so close."
He kissed her long and tenderly. "There's still plenty of time for that. Here"�he held the stool for her� "let's sit before we begin the end of your trip. I want to talk to you."
She sat up on the stool, remembering to keep her thighs apart for him. He let his hand rest on the inside of her thigh, savoring the feel of the cool silk of her stockings as it contrasted with her warm flesh.
His hands roamed her alabaster skin, tracing the circles of her nipples, the soft undercurves of her large tits. He teased the very inside of her cunt slit, then moved back down the soft skin of her inner thigh, bringing delicious shudders from her aroused body. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Wonderful." She shook her head. "Excited . . . curious ... a little apprehensive about what's coming next."
"Is it what you had hoped for?" "Much more than that. You've opened me up so� thinking about and doing things that I'd never dreamed of." She sipped her wine, then looked at him. "I don't want it to stop."
He kissed her. "We'll talk about that tomorrow."
He stood up and put his hands on her shoulders. "It's time for just you and me now. Are you ready?"
She was feeling playful. "For what, oh great leader?"
"To be my toy, to be my plaything, to do whatever pleases me?"
She could sense the seriousness in his voice. She stood then, looking at him. Her voice cracked slightly as she said, "I'm ready for anything you want, to do anything you want me to do."
He kissed her again slowly. "And you remember the words to use?"
She nodded. "Yes, but I don't think I'll need them."
He took her arm. "Come with me, love. The next couple of hours are going to be interesting."
He pointed toward the corridor at the other end of the room. "I want you to walk over there�I'll be right behind you."
She started walking, carefully, because of the high pencil-thin heels, and he picked up their wine and followed. His eyes drank in her eroticism as she walked, watching the accentuated sway of her hips that the shoes demanded�aroused now by the sight of her full, lovely ass cheeks, framed below by the hose.
When she reached the end of the hall, he reached in front of her and pressed a panel in the wall. It slid away and revealed a door she hadn't known was there.
* * *
The room was lit very softly. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the muted lighting. The carpet was a deep hunter green, soft as a meadow beneath their feet. Heavy drapes covered the windows. There seemed to be five or six pieces of dark furniture scattered about the large room, but she couldn't be sure because they were in shadow.
There was a bar to the right as they entered, and he held her elbow as he steered her toward it.
She spoke quietly as she looked around the room. "I've never seen anything like this�it's so different than the rest of the house. What is it?"
He sipped his wine. "I guess you could call it the playroom, for lack of a better word. Let's take a look at the artwork."
He led her around the room. They paused in front of several pictures. Some were paintings�oils, mostly�and some were black-and-white drawings. They were the most erotic art she had ever seen.
Each work had a rather Victorian sense about it. In all, the women were naked, or clad in the barest of garments. The poses were seductive and blatantly sexual. One was of a woman on her back, her thighs apart as she stroked herself. In another, a girl with dark hair knelt before a man with an unrealistically large cock, trying to swallow him.
Another had a woman kneeling�bare to the waist with enormous hanging breasts. Her skirt was raised above her waist, exposing her rounded ass. A satyrlike creature was fucking her from behind�again with an enormous penis. In one, the main subject was a huge phallus, perfectly re-created, with a woman climbing it, clad only in stockings, with a diamond choker at her neck.
They stopped and looked at each picture. Her lover stood behind her, lightly stroking her; touching her nipples or cupping her breasts. When he pressed against her, she could feel his hard cock beneath his pants, pressing into the crack of her ass. She pushed back against him. He slid his hand down, across her belly and pushed a finger inside her, cupping the fleshy pad of her pussy. She was wet�excited by the artwork, and the strangeness of their surroundings.
When they returned to the bar, he asked, "Are you ready for the last part of our trip?"
She whispered, "Yes, I'm ready."
He took a blindfold from his pocket and placed it over her eyes. "You'll be wearing this for a while. I want you to open your mind to your body, accept your senses and what they tell you. There are just the two of us here, as it should be for this last night of our travel."
He kissed her. "I love you."
He took her hands and led her a few steps into the center of the room. He turned her around and told her to spread her legs. She did as he asked. He kissed her lightly and told her to lean back. When she did, she felt a soft leather pad along her spine.
He knelt and raised her foot a few inches, placing it on a small platform, then did the same with the other. She felt him fasten a wide belt around her waist, pulling her against the pad at her back. Then a strap circled each thigh, holding her legs firmly apart. The sensation was strange and exciting, the blindfold heightening her sense of anticipation. Her cunt was open, pushed forward slightly from the contour of the leather padding at her back.
He took her robe from her shoulders, then raised her arms and secured them as well, slightly higher than her shoulders. The position was quite comfortable, except for the fact that she could not move.
* * *
Her lover knelt in front of her. His hands stroked her thighs and the folds of her pussy. His tongue invaded her slit, licking up again and again until she was trembling�on the verge of coming.
He moved again, and she heard him adjusting something in front of her. Could she have seen, she would have been amazed at the large lifelike dildo that he had.
It was attached to a rod at the base of the frame that she was on. After adjusting it, he slowly pushed it into her cunt, spreading her with his fingers until it was just inside her shaved lips. She tried to move her hips, wanting more of it inside her, but the belt at her waist held her fast.
He toyed with her pretty pink nipples then, ever-so-lightly brushing them until they were achingly erect. She felt his fingers tight on the tender pink buds, then the metal hardness of her favorite clamps as he fastened first one, then the other to her sensitive nipples.
He put a solid handle in her right hand, then moved away. Gazing at her, he was overcome with the erotic beauty of this woman he loved�overcome by her trust and willingness to be totally his.
"Move the handle," he told her.
She moved the handle forward and felt the dildo press into her cunt, filling her completely. God, she thought, this is heaven. As she let go, the invading dildo pulled back out of her hot channel.
She tried the device a few more times, reeling with the ecstasy of it. She whispered to him, "Make the clamps tighter, please. I want them tighter."
He moved back to stand in front of her, lightly touching the curves of her breasts with his fingers. He kissed her, then tightened the clamps on her nipples until he heard an intake of breath. Involuntarily, she had started moving the handle again.
"Make yourself come!" he told her. "I want to see you fuck yourself with that. Let yourself go."
It was so strange. She was detached, yet in a whirlwind of sex as she moved her hand�connected, yet unconnected, as she moved the handle back and forth. Faster and faster she worked the handle, the hot cock filling her cunt completely as she pushed down on it. It filled her so wonderfully. Little moans escaped her lips as she strove to reach her peak, the dildo slipping deeply and easily in and out of her sex.
The clamps on her nipples pulled slightly as she moved, the tight metal making little jolts of pain-pleasure that seemed directly connected to her clit. She moved her upper body as much as she could to make the clips pull on her sensitive buds.
When he knew she was close, he stood in front of her and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. His hands sought her breasts, circling their girth and cupping them, then squeezing their roundness. Finally he held the clamps on her nipples and teased them terribly, twisting slightly from side to side as the electricity jolted through her body. She wanted to move more, yet loved the sensation of being helpless; of being bound for him to see her, of being open to whatever he wanted to do with her.
Her climax crashed on her as she made the dildo fill her cunt. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. It was almost more than she could bear.
When she could take no more, she stopped, sagging against the restraints that were on her, feeling drained but wonderful. Her lover went to her and held her tenderly. He removed the clips from her nipples, sending little aftershocks through her as he kissed and sucked the lovely pink circles, massaging them back to life with his tongue.
He undid the soft leather straps that had held her and the blindfold. Her legs were a bit rubbery, so he steadied her as they walked back to the bar in the corner of the room. He helped her put on the gossamer silk robe.
They sat quietly for a while. He filled her glass with cool, dry wine and stroked her hair, letting her calm down from the searing climax she had. He kissed her, his tongue lingering on hers. "How do you feel?" She shook her head. "I've�I've never felt anything like that before. It was so strange, like I was detached from me, yet very much in the middle of all of it." She laughed a small laugh. "I'm almost embarrassed to tell you, because we're so used to having each other, and you were only a part of it�but I loved it. I loved being helpless and not being able to move; yet at the same time, I could move the handle and ... Oh, I don't know how to explain it�it was just wonderful!'' "I want to tell you something"�he took a sip of wine�"I loved watching you. I don't understand it, but the visual part of being with you is almost as pleasurable to me as the physical part. Does that make any sense?"
"None of it does. I'm just glad that you're taking me on this journey. You've opened me up so, made me aware of what I want�"
He kissed her, silencing her as she was about to go on. "We'll talk about that later. Right now, I want you to come with me." He held her hand as she stood up.
And again he put a blindfold on her.
They walked to another part of the room. He took her robe off and ran his hands over her body, caressing the curves he had come to know so well. He told her to bend over, placing her hands on a cool leather surface that was about waist high.
She could hear him removing his clothes, then felt his skin as he nestled behind her, his half-hard cock resting in her slit. His hands gripped her breasts, kneading and massaging their firm mass. Then he left and moved to her side.
Taking some soft, thick black cord, he bound her left breast as it hung down. He bound it tightly, taking several turns of the rope before he ran it over the back of her neck and across her shoulder to bind the other globe. He wound the cord tightly, then fastened the ends.
When she stood up, she could feel the pressure on her large tits. The rope made them feel warm and very full�a constant pressure. Her nipples were as hard as steel. When he brushed his fingers over them, they were ten times as sensitive as usual.
They moved a few feet, and he made her kneel on a padded leather platform that was raised about two feet from the thick carpet. She had to put her knees on either side of a padded flange, spreading her thighs apart. Her arms rested on another part of the thing, again softly padded, so that she was on all fours, but very comfortable.
He moved in front of her. "Open your mouth."
She did and he filled it with his cock, his hands holding the back of her head. Her breasts were on fire, hanging as they were, his fingers would lightly touch them as she sucked on him. She could feel him growing as he plunged in and out of her mouth, sensing his arousal by the sounds of his breathing and the grip of his hands on her head or her breasts.
Abruptly, he left her, moving to stand behind her, ramming his cock into her pussy, filling it with his lust. His hands held her at the hips as he fucked her, pulling her back toward him, again and again. She could fee his balls as they slapped at the top of her pussy lips.
God, she was in heaven.
He left her again. She could hear him moving something, then her cunt was filled again, this time with a firm rubber dildo. It was covered with hundreds of soft rubber fingers. He adjusted it so that it was at the perfect angle, then moved it until it was halfway inside her. The dildo had a firm rubber finger that pressed against her hard clit when it was fully in her. Then he moved to stand by her head again, telling her to suck on him.
It was like the prayer stool, only she knelt in a different position. As he shoved his prick into her mouth, she could taste their juices mixing on him. He moved her gently at first, pushing her back in a rocking motion so that the ribbed dildo was buried deeply in her tight cavity, the little rubber nub teasing her hard button.
He let her set the rhythm, moving with her as she fucked herself on the firm rubber shaft, then took her favorite lollipop deep into her throat. She wondered at the sensations that assaulted her, the absolute sexual energy she floated in. It was as if her entire being was centered in her clit, her pussy and her mouth.
Her nipples stung with the pleasure of the pressure from the tightly wound rope, squeezing them tightly. When his hands grasped her compressed globes, she would skyrocket off somewhere into space with the sensation.
She climaxed quickly, shaking with the intensity of it. When she stopped moving, he held her hips tightly against the rubber cock, then slowly started her moving again. All the time, his cock was rock-hard deep in her mouth, filling her with its heat.
She was startled when she came a second time, her cunt muscles contracting in hard spasms as he held her hard against the rubber cock.
Before she could cool down, he backed away from her mouth and helped her to her feet. She was still blindfolded, still very shaky. She said, "I don't think I can�"
"Do you want to use the words?"
"No."
"Good. I'll tell you when we stop."
He laid her on a raised bench, again padded with the familiar soft leather. He positioned her legs wide apart, fastening them with straps to upright supports that kept her knees up. Then he fastened her arms straight above her head. She was unable to move. She was open to him�to his hands, his cock, and his toys.
He fucked her quickly, shoving his cock deep into her. As he stood between her wide-open thighs, he loosened the bonds on her tits. The blood came rushing into them with an intense heat, and she came again, moaning softly at the clarity of the feeling. The constancy of his cock, pushing in and out of her, made her climax over and over�little waves of pleasure that almost made her faint.
His hands went to her beautiful white tits, gathering them, squeezing them, kneading and massaging them firmly over and over again.
He took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, sending another jolt through her. As he held the tips of her breasts, she felt his hot come spurt inside her, filling her with its warmth and wetness. He pressed against her, shuddering as the last contraction rocked his body. A great sigh escaped him as he pressed against her, all warm and hard.
His hands eased their pressure on her sore globes, stroking them tenderly. Then he bent down to kiss them gently, taking each nipple in his mouth and laved his tongue softly across her hard little buds.
He smothered her mouth with his, drinking in her breath and her saliva as he forced her mouth wide open, exploring her with his tongue. Then, he merely lay his weight on her, his cheek to her cheek as their breathing returned to normal and their hearts stopped racing.
* * *
They were back at the bar. He was still naked as he poured them glasses of Dom Perignon. At his request she had put her robe back on.
He looked at her with love. She was flushed with sexual excess. He could see the juice of her pussy and his come glistening on her shaved lips when she opened her thighs to his gaze as he expected. He realized that he had never been as aroused as he was now�never been so affected by any woman, nor wanted so to please and fulfill her.
Yes, it was very hard for him to remain aloof as he steered her on this journey of love and exploration.
He could not stop touching her. He kept toying with her nipples�now very sensitive from the activity of the last hour or so�running his fingertips over their hardness, keeping them excited and erect.
He reached behind the bar. Handing her a pair of shoes, he said, "Put these on. They're a little less awkward to walk in. There's a bathroom over there." He pointed to a discreet door near the bar. Smiling, he continued, "You might want to freshen up a little before we go on."
She slipped off the six-inch heels, grateful for the momentary comfort, then put on the shoes he had given her. They were black patent-leather opera pumps, very similar, but with only five-inch heels.
When she returned, he had put on the maroon robe with the crane symbol from the club. He was sitting in a plush suede chair in hunter green, waiting for her. "Come here," he said.
His eyes drank in her eroticism as she approached him. He told her to stand in front of him. She obeyed.
"How are you?" he asked seriously.
She gave a little shake of her head. "I'm not sure� I'm exhausted, yet excited . . . wanting more, yet wondering if there can be any more." Her voice trailed off.
"Do you remember what you said to me at the beginning?''
"What?"
"That you wanted to be my toy, my plaything? That I was turning you into a wanton slut?" She smiled. "Yes, I remember."
His tone was quite serious. "Do you still feel that way?''
"Yes, more than ever."
"That you want me to own you when we're together?"
"Yes, I do want that."
"Come here."
She stood in front of him. He told her to turn around. When she had, he reached under her robe and took the cheeks of her ass in his hands and squeezed, kneading them.
"Are these mine?"
"Yes."
"And I can do anything with them I want?"
She hesitated, then replied, "Yes."
He put his hands on her hips and turned her around. When she was facing him, his hands went to her glorious, slightly sore breasts. He took them in his hands, cupping them, his hands encircling them and pressing them together. "And these?"
"Yes, they're yours."
He kissed her nipples, then took them between his fingers, moving them slowly in a circular motion. His handling of her was getting her aroused again. His detachment and questioning was erotic in its distant manner. "Are these mine as well?"
She sighed at his touch on her tender buds. "Yes . . . they are too."
His hands trailed over her belly, moving to her pretty pussy lips. He spread them with one hand and shoved a finger deep inside her. She was dripping wet again. "And last ... is this mine? Do you offer it to me? Give it to me whenever I want it?"
She was trembling from the sensations of his finger in her as he moved it. "Oh God yes . . . !"
"And when I want you to be a slut you will?"
"Y . . . yes, I will. I want to be ... for you."
Her lover smiled and leaned back in the chair. He could tell she was aroused. "I want you to be a slut for me now ... I want you to walk around�to tease me�to wiggle your ass and your tits for me. And I want to watch you ..."
"All ... all right . . . I'll try."
She started, hesitant at first, then with renewed confidence. The heels made it easy, in a way. She walked away from him, flicking her robe as she accentuated her walk, knowing that his admiring eyes were fastened on her buns.
She turned and walked toward him, her pelvis thrust out. She cupped her tits with her hands and squeezed them, offering them to him, then moving them around as she bent down, teasing and taunting.
He watched her for several minutes, drinking it all in, becoming hard with the visual image of this sensual creature he loved.
"I want you to stand in front of me and jerk yourself off," he told her. "Come over here so I can watch you."
She did as he asked, standing in front of him, her legs wide apart, still playing the tease. Her left hand gripped her breast, then the nipple, slowly massaging it. Her right hand went to her cunt, slipping in between the wet folds of shaved skin as she found the already-hard button, rubbing up and down as she came close.
Her eyes were closed. She opened them when he touched her leg. "I want you to kneel down and suck me off now." He had opened the silk kimono, exposing his already-hard cock.
She knelt in front of him, steadying herself on his knees. As she bent to take his cock he stopped her.
"Put these on first." He held out a pair of clothespins. "But I'm so sore. I think
"
"Do you want to say any of the words?"
"Well . . . no . . ." She placed the clothespins gingerly over her nipples. The familiar hurt-excitement came to her in an instant. She bent and took his cock in her mouth, loving it, plunging down deep until she could feel her teeth grazing his pubic mound. Up and down she moved, bringing him to a feverish level of excitement. She left his cock and tongued his balls, first one then the other, slavering her wet mouth over the sac, then back to his stiff prick, sucking and swallowing all of him as he writhed in pleasure.
She could feel the pinch of the clothespins on her nipples as she moved, her heavy tits swaying with the motion, setting her increasingly on fire as she sucked him off.
Abruptly, he stopped her. He knew that she was nearing her peak. He moved her to sit in the chair. He spread her legs achingly wide apart, baring her pussy, opening it wide for him. He knelt between her open thighs and plunged his cock deeply into her. Slowly he moved in and out of her steaming cunt, teasing her and toying with her.
He took another clothespin and opening her cunt lips with his fingers, he placed the clip on her erect clit as he fucked her. It was just enough to send her over the brink. The slow pistoning of his cock inside her, the movement of the stinging clips on her tender nipples, and the sharp stimulation of the clip on her hard button assaulted her senses, making her climax once more.
He shoved tight into her while she came, then quickly withdrew and moved to kneel on the arm of the chair. He turned her head toward him and put his cock at her lips. She took it greedily, tasting it once again as he fucked her mouth.
He exploded. His climax, long awaited, now spewed into her mouth. She sucked avidly, wanting him all� very last ounce of him as they writhed together. When he was spent, he moved back to between her thighs. He took off the clips and rubbed her sore skin, kissing each tender part of her. She was completely drained, unsure that she could get up from the chair. He held her for a few moments, feeling the warm pressure of her breasts against his chest, feeling the dewy wetness of her cunt and his cock as they nestled together.
He stirred then and said, "Come, my, love slave� it's time for us to get some sleep."
CHAPTER 12
They quietly took care of their nighttime preparations. A quick shower helped to take away the deep, deep feeling of fatigue and made them both ready for sleep.
Her lover was waiting for her in bed. As usual, he slept nude. The lights were low, with just the bedside table lamp on, and her side of the bed was turned down.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Drained," she said as she crawled in beside him. "Drained, somewhat sore, and wonderfully satisfied." She giggled and cupped his balls gently in her hand. "How about you?"
He stroked her flank, then traced his fingers across the wondrous swell of her tits. "The same. Fulfilled . . . happy . . . pleased that you like your journey to Fantasy land so much."
"God, do I ever�"
"I want you to suck on me."
She was surprised. "Again?"
He pinched her nipple lightly. "Just do as I ask, please."
She bent to him and took his cock in her mouth, gently sucking it in. Her hands toyed with his heavy balls, playing gently with the sac. She moved her mouth up and down on him, feeling him harden slightly with each movement, until he was once again filling her mouth.
He sighed then, and eased her up next to him. "I just wanted to feel that once more before we go to sleep." He reached over her to the corner of the bed. "Give me your wrists."
When she did, he fastened the padded leather cuffs on her. He kissed her. "Just a reminder that we're still on our trip, and your status doesn't change until we get to the airport tomorrow. Okay?"
She tugged at the shackles that kept her where she wanted to be. "It's just fine."
He kissed her tenderly, feeling her sore tits, then cupping her firm pussy mound. He fitted himself against her back, his cock nestling in the crack of her ass as his free hand cupped her breast, squeezing and massaging it.
When he heard her regular breathing, he turned over himself, until their legs touched, and fell fast asleep.
* * *
He woke her slowly, his hands playing with her cunt lips. She had been sleeping on her back, and when his fingers demanded entrance to her, she opened her legs for him, still sleeping, dreaming a melange of erotic images.
She stirred slowly as she came out of her slumber. He moved to her head and pressed his cock against her mouth. As she came awake, she accepted it happily, sucking on him, continuing the dream that she had been in.
He let her suck him for a while, enjoying the warmth and excitement of her tongue and lips on his shaft. He fucked her mouth lightly, moving in and out as she gobbled him.
Then, he left her and snuggled down beside her. His hands squeezed her lovely, large tits. "Time to wake up, love," he said to her.
She pouted. "I want my lollipop!"
"Come on, time to get up. We've still got a ways to go before we're ready to end our journey."
He told her to meet him in the big living room for coffee.
"What do you want me to wear?"
He hesitated. "Nothing�just the heels you wore late last night." He left the room.
She quickly finished her morning toilet and joined him. He was sitting at the bar. A plate of danish pastries and a steaming pot of coffee waited for her. She realized that she was famished.
He watched her walk toward him, becoming aroused again at the sight of her�her milk-white skin, her lovely hips, the large, pretty breasts. His eyes drank in the eroticism of her�the barely visible shaved lips of her sex, the way her shoulders moved as she walked carefully in the high black heels.
She sat opposite him, opening her legs as he expected. He poured a glass of Dom Perignon for her and placed a strawberry in it. "This is our last breakfast� sort of a send-off to your journey."
The champagne tasted crisp and cool, the strawberry fresh and succulent on her tongue. She was quiet for a moment, then said, "I don't want it to end."
"Well . . . our time is up�have to get back to reality."
She shook her head. "I'm serious. I don't want it to end. Whenever we're together, I want to be this for you . . . whatever it is I've become. I want to be whatever it is that you've made me into." She sipped her champagne. "For me . . . and for you ... I want it."
He was surprised at the depth of her feeling, the intensity with which she was looking at him. He set his glass down carefully and took her hand. "We'll have to discuss this before we leave for the airport.
"I appreciate what you're saying. I want to think about it. And I want you to think about it for the next couple of hours too. Okay?"
She kissed him. "Okay."
"Time for some fun." He reached behind the bar and took a leather belt in his hand. He told her to stand, and when she did, he cinched it around her waist. He bent and kissed her nipples, making them harden quickly.
He rubbed the front of her cunt, pressing his fingers just inside the shaved lips, arousing her. Her eyes were closed. From the pocket of the kimono, he took a small dildo. "Keep your eyes closed," he told her. He held her pussy lips open and slowly eased the rubber cock inside her. She shoved her hips forward to receive it.
When it was firmly in place, he took another wide leather strap and fastened it at the back of the belt, drawing it down behind her, and then up between her wide-spread thighs and fastening it snugly at the front. It held the dildo comfortably�and excitingly�pressed up inside her.
"There," he said kissing her. "Bring your glass. Let's go have some fun."
He took her hand and led her down the hallway to the secret door, opening it and taking them into the wonderfully erotic room they had used the night before. The cocklike plug in her cunt aroused her terribly, sending arousing signals as they walked to the bar.
When they sat, he pressed against the leather between her open thighs, pushing the dildo in as deep as it could go. "I sense that you like this room, love."
She took a deep breath, responding to the pressure inside her pussy. "I love it�I love the idea of it. I want one for us."
"There's still more to play with." He took out a blindfold and placed it on her eyes, blocking out her sight, heightening every other sense. He took her arm and led her several steps into the room.
He placed her in front of a device that, from one side, looked like a leather vaulting horse, the kind used by gymnasts. He pressed her belly against the side of it and made her lean over it. The soft, cool leather tingled her nerve endings.
"Open your legs wider, love," he told her. She did as he asked. When she was stretched open, he fastened soft leather straps to her thighs and her ankles. Then he fastened the belt at her waist to the horse.
She was absolutely immobile from the waist down.
He moved to the other side of the "horse," facing her, and took her arms, stretching them up toward him slightly apart, and putting them on armrests that fanned away from her body. He fastened straps on each arm, leaving only her hands free to move.
The top of the horse stopped just below her breastbone. Her lovely, large tits hung down in the open space beyond. His hands went to them and cupped them, playing an erotic tune with her nerve endings as they became full and sensitive.
Once again, she was overwhelmed with the feeling of being powerless, a feeling of deep abandon and a willingness to be totally his. She loved the feeling� loved him for making her feel it this way.
She heard him drop his robe to the floor, then felt the head of his cock as he pressed it against her lips.
She opened her mouth, taking him in, tonguing him and sucking on the cock that she loved so.
As always, he grew hard in her mouth, filling her as she hungrily sucked on him. He held her head and slowly pushed in and out of her lips, savoring the hot feeling of her, craving the excitement that she gave him so completely.
As before, he left her briefly and moved to her rear. His hands lovingly stroked the cheeks of her ass. He undid the strap and slowly withdrew the dildo from her cunt. She moaned softly as it left her, feeling empty.
Yet she loved all of it�loved being unable to move�being totally available to him. She loved being so achingly open to his hands and his cock and his toys�so available to his desires�the very center of her spread wide for him to use.
Her lover had brought the fly whisk into the room. He started swishing it softly across her sensitive skin. He brushed it across her round bottom, then flicked it against the inside of each thigh.
The horsehair stung her skin lightly, making her jump slightly as his light strokes came closer and closer to her cunt slit. Back and forth, again and again he stroked her. He moved the whisk up higher, swishing across the lovely roundness of her ass. Back and forth�softly, softly ... a suggestion of sting and a breath of pleasure with each motion.
She tried to move, to get closer, but she was bound fast to the horse. He moved the rod down lower, the horsehair finally reaching the incredibly sensitive skin of her shaved pussy lips.
She was on fire�the insides of her thighs, her ass cheeks, and now her pretty shaved lips felt wonderful and alive. She began to tremble with anticipation.
He stopped abruptly.
She whispered, her voice throaty, "Please don't stop. It feels so good. Please�" He didn't reply.
She sensed him moving behind her. He bent over her, his cock hard, pressing against her slit. His hands sought her breasts, cupping and squeezing for a moment. His lips trailed kisses across her shoulders.
He moved again, and she felt a pressure at her cunt. Slowly, a thick, flexible dildo filled her. It engulfed her with the warmth of it, the sheer pressure, as it entered her tight tunnel.
He turned a switch and the dildo moved. She heard the muted hum of a small motor, and the thick imitation cock slowly withdrew, then reversed. And pushed into her again, filling her. Slowly, but with deliberation, the dildo fucked her�in and out�just the right length to fill and completely satisfy her. And she couldn't move�helpless to its movement and the electric sensations it gave her as it filled her absolutely.
Her lover moved again, kneeling below her, fastening wide elastic straps around each of her tits. The full, warm feeling engulfed her flesh, arousing her even more. He fastened some weights to each of the straps, so that her breasts were pulled down, stretched slightly. Her nipples were about to explode.
He watched her for a moment, seeing her invaded by the thick dildo, the constant motion making her breasts sway slightly with each thrust. She was near her climax. He moved quickly to stand in front of her.
"Suck on me!" he commanded. Again, the feel of his wonderful cock in her mouth sent her over the edge. She could feel her climax coming like a freight train. She sucked on him greedily, wanting more and more of his prick in her mouth.
Ever so lightly, he switched the fly whisk across her nipples. Once, then again�lightly, over and over on each side, the horsehair swished across her tender pink nipples. It was more than she could bear, and she exploded in a glorious climax�her body arching, amplifying the feeling of the dildo, and the straps, and her thighs, the weights pulling at her full and distended tits, and�oh, God, she was going crazy with the overload of sensation.
She felt her lover tense, and she swallowed happily as he spurted his hot come in her mouth, his spasms full of his own pleasure. She drank him in, glorying in all of the feelings at once.
He stood motionless, savoring the feel of her warm lips and tongue. He touched a button, and the dildo stopped its invasion of her, now just filling her with its girth and warmth. They stayed that way�motionless� for a long time. Her body tingled all over, as her heart raced, trying to slow itself.
He carefully took the elastic from her breasts, then unstrapped her and helped her stand. Her legs felt like rubber as she started sensing muscles she had forgotten she had. He removed the blindfold and kissed her, tasting his come mixed with her lovely mouth's wetness.
He was smiling. "This is one we didn't get to last night, love. Even in fantasy, the body sometimes needs to sleep."
Her hand went to her pussy, cupping it, feeling the tingling of the muscles. "God, I'm glad we didn't miss it. I've never felt anything like that�ever."
They moved to the bar, and he poured a glass of fresh champagne. Sitting facing each other, they finally relaxed. She sat as he demanded, naked, with her thighs open for him. He stroked her inner thighs. "I've been thinking about what you said�about wanting it to never stop." He looked at her for a long moment. "Do you realize what you're saying?"
"I think so, love. I've thought about it for a long time�since dinner at that club." She sipped her champagne. "I mean, I know that coming here�or the club�is just a fantasy. We can't do this all the time.
"What I mean is, I like the feeling of being yours while we're together�of knowing that I'm in your power, yours to do with whatever you wish."
She shook her head. "It's like�oh, I don't know� I like being free to be crazy, yet I like being told what to do by you: what to wear, how to please you. I like it when you make me do things I wouldn't do with anyone else�crazy, almost embarrassing things.
"I like being sexy for you�dirty wanton . . . being what I can never be anywhere else except when we're together. It's like an . . . escape for me." She touched his hand. "Am I making any sense?"
He smiled. "Yes, my love, you're making a lot of sense. I think I understand what you mean.
"I realize that we can't come here all the time� that's impractical because of our other lives. But what you're saying is, that whenever we are together in the future, you'll be my love slave, my plaything. Is that it?"
She nodded. "Yes, that's what I want." Her hands went to her tits, holding them out to him. "If you do. These are yours, you know."
He stroked her hard pink nipples, then bent over to kiss them. "Yes. I know."
He checked his watch. "Jesus! We've got to get ready to leave. The car will be here in less than two hours." He took her hand, giving her the champagne, and they left the dark, erotic atmosphere of that special room.
* * *
They were naked together in the big bathtub. He had put more of the soothing cream on her breasts and nippies, as well as her cunt lips. He was soaping and sudsing her, as she was him. They played like kids.
He had not said a thing about what she had proposed. She wanted it so desperately, but decided not to bring it up again. Yet, she was so sure that it would be right, and she wanted them to be in this kind of a relationship always. Oh, of course, when they were with others, or in public, things would be normal�but in private, she hungered for his control, his direction. She wanted him to bind her tightly and blindfold her. She wanted him to use her body any way he desired.
She wanted to please him any way he wanted to be pleased.
She knew that he would not hurt her, nor take advantage of her, but would continue to use her sexually for their mutual pleasure. And she loved pleasing him� loved being helpless and blindfolded in front of him� open to him in every way possible.
Didn't he understand that?
They finished their bath. He dried her tenderly, then left to start packing while she did her hair. She called after him. "What should I wear?"
She heard his muffled reply from the other room. "Dress the way you dressed for the plane! The car will be here in a half hour.''
She finished packing, then dressed for the return trip. A new pair of dark stockings, and a black garter belt. The flared skirt she had worn on the plane and a fresh sheer white blouse that buttoned down the front.
She didn't want this to end. She wandered around the room they had slept in. He had packed a new suitcase with the clothes he had gotten her and some of the toys they had used.
She stood near the head of the bed, and touched the leather cuffs that had kept her in his bed (symbolically, she knew) and had the ridiculous concern that she might not be able to sleep without them when she got home.
She heard him call to her from the living room. "Just close up the suitcases, love. The driver will get the bags for us when he gets here!"
He had left the rose that he'd given her the night before on top of her bag. She pressed it between the pages of one of her books, then set it in the suitcase.
After a final look around, she draped her jacket over her arm and went to meet him in the great room of the house. He was back at the bar, waiting for her.
When she sat facing him, he didn't say anything� just waited patiently. Then: "You've forgotten something. We're still alone, you know�and our journey isn't over till we get to the airport."
"What?" She was puzzled.
"Your tits . . . remember? I want to always be able to see them and play with them when we're alone� unless I tell you otherwise." He reached for her blouse and unbuttoned it, pulling it aside and baring her lovely big breasts. He cupped them with his hands and squeezed them together, then sucked on each nipple.
"Oh, sorry ... I thought�" She quickly remembered to keep her thighs apart.
He sat back, looking lovingly at her. "That's better." His hand moved under her skirt, sliding up her inner thighs, past the top of her dark stockings, then to her cunt lips. He slowly inserted his finger deep into her. Involuntarily, she closed her eyes.
She was dripping wet�still excited by the eroticism of their relationship and their surroundings. "I like it when you're so wet for me�it excites me.
"Stand up!"
She did as he asked. "Pull your skirt up. I want to look at your pretty cunt." When she had bared her shaved pussy, he demanded, "Put two fingers inside yourself!"
She did as he asked. Her fingers slid inside of her easily. She was getting terribly aroused. He stood up and walked to stand near her. "Finger-fuck yourself. I want to watch you get excited."
She started moving her hand�gently, because she was a little sore from the past few days. He cupped her breasts again, squeezing them tightly. She shut her eyes. He walked behind her and pulled her skirt up, tucking it into the waist. She could feel the cool air on her bottom. His hands caressed the round cheeks. "I love your ass," he said. "It's so firm, so pretty to look at." He gripped her cheeks�one in each hand�and he squeezed them.
She was getting terribly excited. His hands went to her tits again, holding them tightly from behind. Her eyes were still closed. He spoke softly in her ear. "What you're telling me is that you want us to continue this way whenever we are together?" He gripped the fleshy globes tighter for emphasis.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Why?"
"Because I love it�because I'm yours completely whenever we're together, and I want to please you." "That's all?"
"No." Her eyes were still closed. One of his hands slid over the front of her and covered her own, pushing her fingers deeper inside her cunt. "It's because�because I like what you do to me . . . what you make me do.
"It's like I can be another person the few days each year we're together. I can let everything else go and submit to you, without worries or responsibilities.
"Yet . . . when it's over, we go back to our normal lives until the next time, when the excitement builds until we're together again, and I can let go�to be your slut�to have you please me and excite me and use me the way you have the past three days."
She was trembling now. His fingers rolled her nipple between them. His other hand kept up the relentless movement at her shaved pussy, using her own hand to get her off, yet guiding her, setting the rhythm.
Her climax crept up on her. It broke like the crest of a wave, startling her, and suffusing her with a warm glow. He held her tightly as she trembled. When the spasms had passed, he told her not to move.
He went to the bar and retrieved something and returned. "Open your eyes." They looked at each other. "If I agree, it's like a contract�an automatic thing. You know what I like . . . how I want you clothed, that I want you shaved ... all of the things that we've played with so far."
"Yes," she said simply.
"And I can expect them whenever we are together?" "Yes."
He stared at her. "All right, my love. From now on�for those times we can be together�I expect to be your owner."
"That's what I want."
He held out a chain. It was gold, much like a necklace; yet the links were shaped like the chain that he had used to bind her to his bed. He lifted the front of her skirt. "Hold this up," he said.
He knelt down and put the chain around her, high on her hips, below her waist. "This is a symbol of what you want it to be. It's just between you and me� no one else will know.
"But you will always wear it; because when I fasten it, the only way to take it off is to break the chain. And if we do that, then we go back to the way we were before this weekend.
"Do you agree?"
"Yes." She said it without hesitation.
He snapped the chain closed and used jeweler's pliers to crimp the clasp. The gold sparkled in the midmorning sun. Still kneeling, he held her ass and pulled her to him. He kissed the top of her cunt slit, his tongue teasing her.
Then he stood and put his arms around her. She dropped the hem of her skirt and embraced him. They kissed, then�a long, loving kiss. "I love you," he said. "I sure as hell hope you know what you're doing."
"I do."
"And the only way out of it is to say 'butterfly.' " She giggled. "I hate the little creatures�I never speak of them."
As they sat back down, the doorbell rang. The chauffeur had arrived to take them to the airport.
* * *
They shared a last glass of champagne in the limousine. Again, he had made her sit on the fur throw, baring her lovely breasts, and holding her shapely legs open for his gaze and his hands.
During the ride, as he sat on the rear seat facing her, he took his cock out of his pants. "Now," he said, "I want to come in your mouth. I want you to suck me until I explode."
With a mock tilt of her head, she had slid to her knees in front of him. Her warm mouth engulfed his cock for the last time on this journey. Up and down she moved, taking him deep in her throat, feeling her teeth at his pubic bone as she sucked deeply.
Without warning, his come gushed into her mouth. She sucked avidly, pleasuring him as only she could do, feeling him tremble with the pleasure that she gave him.
"God . . . you are the most wonderful lover," he whispered.
She sat in the seat, 37,000 feet over the Great Plains, watching the landscape drift past. It was a glorious day. As she shifted in her seat, she could feel every inch of her skin�the soreness of her nipples, the tingling sensation of her cunt as she replayed the past seventy-two hours in her mind.
It was like a melange of sensation and feeling, and she never wanted it to end.
Her hand went to her belly. Through the soft fabric of her skirt, she could just barely feel the ridge that the gold chain made as it bound her skin.
She thought of it as a symbol�her symbol�that it never would . . . end.
Only get better.
She started thinking, then, of the next time�when she would come out of her ordinary life, as he would, and she would open herself to him, and dress as he demanded, and do as he wished ...
