He was spanking her. Lance looked down at her as she wriggled in his lap. His hand came down on the taut balls of her ass, hard and stinging.
Tish sobbed silently, thankful that her lush curly red hair hid her tears. But than his hand moved under her and she felt a warmth glowing from her clit.
Pain and pleasure suddenly mixed, seeming to accent each other. Her head was swimming with new senses as the orgasm hit her as hard as his palm ever could.
Lance knew she was too beautiful to really tame, but there was nothing like making an effort, he mused, as he moved Tish's hands behind her back and tied her wrists with his leather thongs.
Archive Note: The misspelled words, simple though the actual words should have been to get right, are exactly as found in the original pocketbook.
CHAPTER ONE
Lance Barker smiled as he entered the room. It was Friday night and he was in the mood for some action. He had considered calling Lana, his new girlfriend, but on this particular Friday night he was in the mood for new kicks. Lately, new meant kinky to Lance. He had just turned thirty-five, and his business had recently taken off after a long period of struggle. He was rewarding himself thoroughly. His new nineteen year old girlfriend Lana, was absolutely sensual, and she liked being mastered. The latter quality, Lance reflected, made her priceless at the moment. The blonde girl was very shapely, and at the same time somewhat overweight. This exaggerated her female parts splendidly. Her breasts were very huge and full, and while her waist was comparatively slim her hips were unusually rounded and female. She had smooth pale skin and clear blue eyes, and she was exactly what Lance needed at the moment. Her youth seemed to spark some secret joy deep inside him. Yes, he mused to himself he'd caught a live one. She had a taste for cocksucking and her purpose was to please, and she asked for so little in return. Lance thought she was one in a million.
But on this particular Friday night, Lance wanted to throw his celebration in the hands of fate. Come what may, he thought. He ordered a bourbon and and water and sipped it. Looking around him the smile was still on his face as he put on dark sunglasses and continued to survey the area.
There was a fireplace in one corner of the room; in the other corner was a bar. This was an after hours club, and although it didn't open until eleven, things didn't get off the ground until two in the morning. Lance didn't know if he was going to wait it out. There were a lot of pretty girls in the place, but he couldn't decide if he wanted to make a move; rejection was something he feared greatly.
Lance was about to finish up his drink and leave after a half hour. Usually when he came to this dump, a woman approached him, but it looked like tonight he would either have to take the initiative or not bother. He chose the latter, and hastily sipped the last few drops.
He put down his drink and turned around, and there she was.
Lance instinctively turned back to the bar; his ass not leaving the stool.
"Give me another one," he said to the bartender. It was time to think things out and plan some strategy. He couldn't believe what he had just taken in. He closed his eyes and found himself aware of the fact that the tall blue eyed redhead had registered in his memory very clearly. He turned around to her and saw that he was right. He remembered everything about her; her long flowing dark red mane, her graceful shoulders and smoothly lined body. The girl was exquisite. She was wearing a two-piece suit, which was rather formal, but it allowed Lance to see the bulge of her high breasts and the flatness of her belly. He wished her legs were exposed. She wore flare bell bottoms. They showed her shapely little rounded buttocks, but he could tell very little about her legs except that they were long. Well, he thought to himself, with a little luck, I'll get to her legs before long. He put down the drink and lit another cigarette. It was time for him to make an approach, he thought to himself, time to either get it on or get rid of it. He tried to tell himself he didn't give a shit one way or the other, just in case the red head didn't go for him. He got up and walked casually over to her.
"Pardon," he said with a courteous grin, "my name is Lance Barker. I must confess a strong psycho-physical reaction from the sight of you, my dear," he said, being charming and yet off the wall.
The red haired girl turned around and looked at this dark haired stranger. He was bearded and reclusive looking even in a Brooks Brothers suit. It was his eyes, the girl thought to herself, the way they sparkled. He's crazy.
She smiled in spite of herself. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I just told you."
"I mean, do you always come up to girls in bars and introduce yourself?"
"This isn't an ordinary bar. This place is for wild people, baby, didn't you know that?" Lance said, exhaling smoke as he talked.
Again the red head smiled. She seemed to blush a little, and turned around.
Lance was aware of what she was doing She was trying to make the decision. Should she acknowledge his advance and have a conversation or should she pretend nothing is happening.
"Well, do you come here often?" the red haired girl said.
Lance kept his face from showing how pleased he was; she was going to talk to him. "I come here when I must," he said. "That is when I feel like indulging in something really insane, this is the place I come."
"Oh, have you met a lot of insane people here?" Tish said to him.
The stranger was looking at her breasts now. His eyes moved up to her freckled face. Without a word he put his hand on the warm nape of her neck.
"Baby you're beautiful. I want to adore your pussy," he said. The red head's eyes popped wide open. She stared at him; she was too amazed to look away. Did he really say that? Tish was almost thirty years old. She had lived through a lot, seen a lot of men come and go. She was still beautiful, though. Perhaps more beautiful than she'd ever been. The last ten years ripened her, and seemed to make her more taut and womanly. She could still go to a bar, she mused, and have a handsome man come over her and want to worship her pussy. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
"You are direct aren't you."
"When I see something like you baby, I get direct. I know I might be making a fool out of myself, but it just doesn't matter."
Tish could appreciate that. She suddenly felt a distinct warmth for this man, this gentleman if you will, who didn't care about etiquette, and said what was on his mind.
"What specifically do you have in mind?" the girl asked him.
"Well, frankly I'm into fantasy baby. I like submissive women, but that doesn't mean I like a freak woman. On the contrary, I like to take a woman with class and pride ... a woman like yourself ... and teach her who her master is."
"Oh," Tish said. Her blue eyes widening as she comprehended the weirdness of his challenge. "And why have you selected me?"
"You're just right, baby," he said as he put his hand on her waist and led her away toward the bar.
"Where are we going?" she said. She appeared to be a little concerned. At least they weren't aiming toward the door, then she would have been frightened.
"Just over to the bar to have a drink," he said, pulling the girl away from a few of her friends that had been standing around them listening.
"Well, you really amused them," Tish said, pointing back to her girlfriends.
"I don't give a shit baby, I said what I had to say."
"Do you always do that?"
"Of course. Nobody's going to say it for me, if I don't say it."
"Well, I guess that's true," the red head said. She sat down at the bar and brushed her curly red hair back, and Lance got a good look at her sweet profile. Her nose was uplifted and perky, and her smooth cheeks were flecked with sweet orange freckles. He knew she'd have freckles all over her body.
"Baby, did anyone ever try to lick freckles off your ass?"
The girl grinned again as she turned to respond. "You ask the strangest questions don't you. What business are you in anyway?" she said, trying to figure out this stranger.
He turned her barstool towards him, and leaned forward. Their lips met instantly. The girl was shocked and almost pulled back, but Lance's hand went to the nape of her neck, and held her to his lips. As soon as he released her, Tish pretended to be infuriated.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she said. "You're a total stranger."
Lance watched her, amused at the way her face flushed, at the way her lips curled in anger. Her lips were pale and thin, but sweetly textured and quite pretty. Her teeth were perfectly white and gleaming, and gave her a healthy look.
"Now don't get all excited baby, it was just a kiss. I wanted to see what you felt like and tasted like."
"Well I didn't necessarily want you to know that. I mean don't you ask a girl before you...."
I told you baby. I like submissive women, submissive women with spirit. I knew I might piss you off a little bit if I did that. But it just pleases me to piss you off. Can't you see that?"
The girl shrugged her shoulders and giggled slightly. He was just too weird, too bizarre for her to respond to with any stock lines. Usually she could predict what a man was going to say next, especially a man she had met in a bar, but this character had a depth that went beyond her. It made her curious and at the same time, his arrogance sort of angered her.
"Now let's get out of here baby, where I can do that right," he said.
"What makes you think I want you to?"
"Oh you want me to," he said, looking down at his shoes and smirking.
"And if I say no?"
"Then I walk out the door, baby. It's your loss," Lance said, deciding to play it. He knew this was a fifty-fifty shot and he felt a little nervous but....
Tish waited until he was almost at the door, then she ran up to him. "Lance, Lance."
Lance stopped and fought the smile that was creeping over his face as the red head ran up to him.
"My car's outside," he said, hooking his arm in hers.
* * *
As they crossed the parking lot, to get to Lance's Jaguar, he put his arm around her waist. He could feel her high buttocks wiggle. He felt like he was walking next to a stick of dynamite. Indeed, her bright red hair and highly sexual outlines seemed to give that illusion. Lance loved the way she walked, the way her breasts bounced. He stopped her and had her face him.
"You're going to kiss me aren't you," Tish said, her eyes moist and vulnerable.
"Mmmm," he said, covering his lips with hers and moving his hands down on to the balls of her buttocks. He humped the girl's torso against his groin and ran his tongue into her mouth. When the kiss was over, Tish was flustered. Her pale lips were slightly reddened.
"You're too quick for me," Tish said.
"You don't look like any angel," he let out smuggly. He had a severe look in his dark eyes as he glanced into hers. He wanted this woman to know that he was not intimidated by her beauty or sensuality. In fact, quite the contrary.
He found her remarkably tantalizing, but easily approachable. He knew she would be difficult to tame and that thought pleased him greatly.
"You're not wearing a bra are you honey," he said. He'd felt her hot tits against his chest during that kiss.
"No," Tish said looking down, "I never wear a brassiere."
"Good. Come on," he said, changing the subject and pulling her toward the Jaguar.
He opened the passenger's side and allowed her to slip in, watching her graceful body as she adjusted to the contours of the car. Then he ran around, and got in beside her. He started the engine, and then turned to her.
"Let me see your tits, baby," he said.
"What? What's wrong with you, can't you wait until we get to your place?"
"Oh, is that where we're going?" Lance said smiling.
The girl flushed. She'd revealed something about herself, that she didn't necessarily want him to know. She was just as horny as he was.
"We're going to my house baby, but before we do, I want to just kiss your breasts. I mean they look so pretty wrapped up in that suit, that I just want to taste them right now."
Tish was about to object to this. There were people walking around in the parking lot, and anyway, they were both too old to be fooling around like that in a car.
But before the girl had a chance to protest, Lance had moved his hands on to her, and was opening up the pastel blouse she wore under her suit jacket. The girl looked on astomished as he freed her huge smooth tits, and hefted them in his palms.
"Baby, these are sweet apples," he said. He bent down and kissed the perky taut nipples. They were like cork textured strawberries, erect and tasty. And the nipples gave her breasts a perfect point, a perfect nucleus.
"Mmmm, you're sweet," he said, moving his hand on to the nape of her neck. "You like to suck cock?"
Again the girl looked at him astonished, her lips gasping.
"That's something I don't generally do for a man," Tish said. She stopped to think a moment. "That is of course, unless he really inspires me."
"Baby, I'm going to inspire the shit out of you. Now why don't you give my prick a little kiss to inspire me," he said, turning the tables on her.
"Let's wait until we get to your apartment," she said, with a hint of finality.
But Lance had just as much determination. He kissed her again, feeling her breasts, and running his hand down under her pants, into her freshly moist panties. Although he couldn't see the curly triangle of hair, he knew it would be red, and that the tops of her thighs would be rich with freckles. He played with her clitoris using his index finger to massage the sizzling red head up to full boil. The girl began panting and groaning, humping his finger. She was returning his kisses now with extreme passion.
Lance took her slim hand and placed it on his cock. The girl grinned as it pulsed and began to unzip his pants. She had it out in a second and massaged it between her palms, cooing softly as he continued to finger her.
People were still walking by outside, but the windows of the Jaguar were now getting steamy. And this gentleman obviously did not care about things like etiquette, not when he was hungry. This pleased Tish, even though it also frightened her. She'd always wanted to make it in front of people. She had that basic component of exhibitionism in her somewhere, but she'd usually manage to repress it. She could remember a couple of times in her life when she'd made a display out of herself, and instead of embarrassment she felt pangs of excitement when she recalled these events. But her day to day life did not allow for this kind of thing. She wasn't a child anymore or a very young girl. She was almost thirty and determined to be serious and a lady-yet at the same time a hot bitch in bed.
Lance continued to massage her clitoris until the girl started to orgasm at which point he grabbed her tight, fondling her bosom and sliding the finger up into her moist pussy.
"Mmmm," she groaned, as his finger filled her and his other finger continued to massage her clicker. The charges of electrical tension seemed to rise into a high crescendo of sexual pleasure. The girl was panting. Her skin covered by a thin glistening layer of sweat.
"You have a tight cunt," he informed the red head, as her orgasmic trembling reached a peak.
Lance watched as the girl came. Her nostrils flared and she threw her head from side to side. He covered her lips again and kissed her until the orgasm was over. He loved her soft, sobbing moans and the way she squirmed under his hand. When her orgasm passed, she cuddled up against him. still shivering with pleasure.
"Wow. That was fantastic," she let out.
His finger was still in her pussy. He wondered if she was going to give him what he asked for, now that he'd pleased her. He was going to give her a few minutes, and then get demanding.
Tish seemed to appreciate this stranger now-this man who made her come, less than a half hour after she had met him. She reached over to the dashboard and shut off the engine and she turned on a soft jazz station. She turned to Lance.
"I'm going to suck your cock now, honey. You'd better be ready for some sweet feeling," the red head said.
"Oh, I'm ready," Lance said spreading his legs and pushing the seat back as far as it would go. "I'm all ready for you," he said again, shaking his cock with his fist. A pearl of lube stood on the erect tip.
Tish took a rubber band out of her purse, and used it to confine her flowing, curly, red mane to a pony tail, which she placed at the crown of her head. She looked completely different with her hair pulled back. Her high, wide cheekbones became more pronounced, and her pale blue eyes ignited a clear smooth forehead. The freckles around her nose and cheeks were small dark dots extremely pleasing to the eye. She looked country fresh and at the same time ready for a sin.
Lance watched as the woman bent her head down and put her profile on his lap. The cockpit of an XKE, of course is not the most comfortable place for sex, but this girl seemed hot enough not to mind that now. She curled herself around him and took his huge dick in her fist. He fingered her pussy, as she began sucking him, as her tongue hit the tip of his cock.
Her ass was off the seat and she didn't look very comfortable, but this fact did not seem to upset her cocksucking, which was slow, splendid, and more than a sight to behold.
Watching this plush, attractive red haired woman take his huge dick into her mouth, made Lance quake with feverish excitement. He pulsed in her mouth and watched as her eyes opened wide and she looked at him.
Lance liked when a woman looked at him as she was sucking his cock. He liked when a woman had humility to look at her master, and appreciate the fact that she was being endured by him.
"Yes, baby. Suck it up," he said moving his hand over her high cheekbone and brushing a stray curl behind her ear. He held her head tightly as she continued to suck, and soon his palms were clasped around her skull, guiding her lips on and off his dick. After a full ten minutes of cocksucking, the red head let the cock leave her mouth. She looked up at him.
"You're not going to take all day, I hope. My jaw is starting to hurt," she said.
"Baby, tongue whip it," he said, pointing to the tip of his dick.
Tish began to tongue whip the tip of his cock, particularly the sensitive spot underneath the mushroom.
"Mmmm," he groaned, pinching the tips of her nipples slightly and loving the way they responded to his touch.
The red head had never been handled so roughly by a man. Also she'd never given a man head so quickly. Usually she made a guy go through changes before she'd suck cock. He'd have to please the living hell out of her, and more than once. This stranger though, this odd magnetic stranger, seemed to be manipulating her. Tish didn't know if she liked that, but at the same time it thrilled her that a man could make her do things.
Suddenly, he was fucking her mouth with all his might and she realized he was going to come. She kept her eyes shut now and held on tight, trying to take the huge dick all the way. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin on every descending penetration.
"Drink it down," he said, moving her head so that he could watch his passion slide down her pale, slightly freckled throat.
Lance began to shoot the hot jizz, erupting in the red head's mouth, and filling it.
Tish had never once allowed a man to come in her mouth, but now this guy was giving her no choice. The taste of this come was bittersweet as it hit her mouth. For the first second or two she found it distasteful, but then she felt the intensity with which this orgasm was affecting him, and she proceeded to act accordingly. She tongue whipped his cock even as he shot in her mouth. Then when he was done, she licked it off, her fist still around the shaft, contracting ever so sharply to make the last few drops of his orgasm as exquisite as the first few.
After she was done licking off his cock, Lance lifted her head off his lap.
"That was very sweet, baby," he said to her, running his finger over her now red lips.
The girl had a dreamy look in her liquid eyes, as she nodded her head in agreement.
Lance turned his attention to the car. He started the engine, put the clutch down and put it in first.
"We'll be in my place in a half hour honey. Make yourself comfortable," Lance said, pulling out of the parking space and swiftly out on to the highway.
CHAPTER TWO
The red head noticed a modulation in the man's behavior as soon as the door was closed.
"Take your clothes off," Lance said curtly, before the girl had even settled down in his huge apartment.
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink, and put on some music," Tish asked, a curious smile on her face.
"Yeah, sure all of that. Just get those fucking threads off. I want to see that whole body naked."
Tish shrugged her shoulders. She didn't feel like arguing with him. Besides after the way he treated her clit in the car, she felt more than horny. She stripped her suit off abruptly, but just as she was beginning to slide down her pantyhose, he stopped her.
"Leave your panties and hose on, baby. I think it makes you look sexy. I'll take them off when I'm good and ready," he said.
Again Tish allowed his will to determine her actions. She had no idea a pattern was setting up; a pattern that would get more and more severe as she got to know this man.
Lance disappeared into another room and came back a moment later wearing a dark terry cloth robe. He had a drink in either hand, and he brought one over to Tish.
"Hope you like bourbon, baby."
"I can get it down," she said, smiling wickedly and holding the glass to her lips. Her lips were pale again, and he observed the sweet texture of them as she pursed them around the glass.
"I was just on my way out of that dump, baby. If I hadn't turned around and seen you, I would have split," he said to the naked red head, as they settled down on his couch.
"Why, there were a lot of women there tonight."
"I was looking for the right one. I thought luck wasn't with me until I saw you."
Tish blushed slightly. She was perfectly flattered and pleased.
"Well that's very nice of you to say," she said.
"I only talk the truth baby. If I thought you were a shithead, I wouldn't be telling you that."
"Indeed. You only tell the truth. I doubt that."
"Well if I'm lying to you, I'm lying to me. I don't pull any punches."
Tish saw what he meant and she believed him. He looked like the kind of guy, who was up front with people.
"Well, what makes me the right girl?" Tish asked curiously.
"Simple. You're feminine and yet you have pride. That is, you're soft and round, sweet and tall and red haired with pretty blue eyes and big high tits. You've got all the woman's gear baby, yet you don't have the normal woman's hang-up. I can see you're not afraid of your own hungers. I can tell by the way you carry yourself, that you intimidate men. And when you find a man who's not intimidated, you reward him. Am I right?"
Tish smiled. He was like a fortune teller. When she looked into his dark, nearly black eyes, she felt a tingle of excitement. It was like looking into eyes of a mystic-of a man who knew more about fate than she did.
Lance broke the intensity with his smile. "You're very pretty baby, very pretty indeed."
"Thank you," she said.
"You're worthy of my time baby. That's important," he said, his finger on her chin, guiding her eyes. "You're worth my time."
Tish had a multiple reaction to this statement. She was at once flustered and flattered. His arrogance, his ego, was highly manipulative. He had a strong almost regal stature, which he employed to intimidate people, Tish decided. It was effective; it was almost working on her, almost but not quite.
"I'm glad you find me attractive," Tish said.
"Yes, attractive and proud," he said.
"Why does my pride instill such lust in you?" she inquired.
"Because without it, you wouldn't have that eminent strength that radiates from you baby. You're not only sexy, you're strong. That's what I need in a woman," he said, moving close to her and reaching for her knees, which he quickly parted.
"Is your little red bush hungry?" he said, moving his hand up her inner thigh, to her red delta.
"Mmmm," she groaned, as he began massaging her clitoris, just the way he did it in the car.
Tish thought to herself, that she'd finally met a man who knew how to find that little love button and employ it to her advantage. Most of them, it seemed, either didn't know about its existence, or didn't know where it was located. This guy was on to her though, and that was a plus in his favor. He moistened her clit and pussy and penetrated her tight twat, thinking again to himself, that she had the tightest cunt he had ever felt, and at her age that was no small accomplishment.
"Mmmm, " she groaned, feeling his finger pulsing to her pussy.
He worked her up for about fifteen minutes until she was on the verge of orgasm, then he very quickly withdrew his finger and stood up over her. He whipped off his bathrobe and stood naked above the tender red haired beauty.
"Baby, you ever perform for a master?"
"What?"
"You heard me, I didn't pull any punches with you. I told you exactly what I wanted from you which is subjugation. Get down on your knees," he said throwing a pillow to the floor.
"I won't," she said.
He smiled. That was exactly what he wanted. He was about to force her to suck him off, but then he changed his mind. Instead he parted her legs and with her ass on the tip of the sofa, he stuck his tongue to her pussy.
He sucked and twirled his tongue over her clit and pussy, until she was panting and glistening with sweat again. His fingers came up and pinched her strawbery nipples and he continued to tongue fuck her hot red haired clit, until she was gasping and jerking with orgasmic heat. Then, as if to establish a pattern, he withdrew all stimuli, leaving her frustrated and desperate for the object that stood at attention from out of his bushy crotch.
"How mean," she said, unable to believe that he did that to her.
"I just want you to know baby, that I can take you to heaven, but I don't have to. Now come here."
He lifted the trembling red head to her feet and escorted her into his bedroom. While he was doing this, he took the long belt of his terry cloth robe. With it, he quickly tied her wrists behind her back. He was so smooth and agile that she didn't even realize what was happening until she was fastened.
With her hands behind her back, her big breasts were jutted forward and looked magnificent. She was angry with him for tying her and she began to curse and demand to be released, but instead he began tickling her ribs.
The red head laughed in spite of herself. And as she fell over the bed, it was a mixture of anger and curiosity she was feeling-both completely covered by this superficial laughter.
He rolled her over on her belly very quickly and took the remains of the bathrobe belt in his hand. He brought her legs up and swiftly tied her ankles with the makeshift rope. Now he had her ankles touching her wrists and she was completely at his disposal. He let go of her and watched as she writhed and squirmed around the bed, trying to get away from him. She appeared frightened, but then he began to tickle her and she laughed again.
"Stop. Stop."
"I don't think you want me to stop baby. I think you're going to get into this fantasy with me. I think you've got the potential and all you need is the push. Am I right?" he said, clasping his hand over her red pussy and sinking a finger into her twat.
"Mmmm," she groaned, now closing her eyes and beginning to hump his finger.
At that moment, Lance knew that he was going to get someplace with this woman. All the while, he'd been wondering if he'd been pushing too hard-if he should perhaps cool himself out. But as soon as he saw that smile of appreciation on her lips, he knew that she was ready for him, and his bizarre sex practices.
His hands tested the tautness of the cheeks of her ass. Her skin was so smooth and sweet, he couldn't believe it. And the clusters of freckles decorating her thighs and breasts and ass were absolutely splendid. He began licking at her buttocks, appreciating the womanly scent of her.
While he was doing this he continued to finger fuck her and the sizzling red head danced under him.
He stood up for a moment above her again leaving her totally frustrated.
"Oh please fuck me," the girl groaned, her legs already parted by the position she was tied in.
"When I'm good and ready," he said. He palmed her heavy breasts and bounced them slightly.
"Big sweet tits baby. Big and creamy," he said as he put her in a position that facilitated fucking her between her big tits.
He cupped the outsides of her breasts and pushed her tits together. Then he parted them again and stuck his cock between the sweet love mounds. Again his palms pushed them together, this time with his throbbing dick between them.
A few drops of hot pre-lube glistened on her cleavage as he began to French fuck her. He loved the way her sweet globes felt against the shaft of his swollen cock.
After a few minutes of that, he released her breasts and again stood up over her.
The girl was whimpering now and sobbing slightly. Too many frustrating incidents in the past hour had left her cock hungry and without satisfaction.
"Please fuck me," she said, her blue eyes imploring him.
"Your mouth first," he said, placing a pillow under her head and moving his cock in close proximity with her lips.
"Use your tongue on it honey," he said.
The red haired woman began to tongue whip his cock skillfully. She wanted him to come in her mouth now. The first time he shot his hot juice in her mouth, she hadn't liked it at all, but now she had a taste for it.
As she sucked his cock, Lance pulled the huge dildo out of the night table by his bed. He lubricated it very quickly and began poking it around her pussy.
The red head groaned as the foam cock slid into the lips of her twat. Lance watched her wriggle and gasp and then he proceeded to penetrate her with the dildo.
That inspired her. Her cocksucking became nothing short of magnificent with the foam dick stuck in her twat. She began to hump and grind and suck with all her might.
Lance was about to come in her mouth, but then he realized she wanted him to. He quickly withdrew his cock. It wasn't time to please her yet. That time would come, and when it came, he would do it right, but now he had to subjugate her and teach her that he was the master.
He continued to fuck her with the dildo. He was pleased with the way she danced. He liked watching this sweetly animated red head as her body became hot and moist. He loved the way she parted her lips, her eyes wide open and rolling in her head just as she approached that peak level of pleasure, where orgasm was inevitable. Lance slid the hot foam cock out of her and threw it to the floor.
"Oh, you son of a bitch," she cursed, looking at him appalled. "What the fuck did you do that for. I was just going to...."
"I know what you were going to do, baby. I'm not ready to give you what you want yet. You'll get it, but you'll give me what I want first."
"What do you want?" she said, crying now, her tears shaking her breasts.
Lance let his action speak for him. He grabbed the belt and used it to spin her around so that her buttocks were exposed.
She was on her belly now. He put a pillow under her taut trim belly and lifted the cakes of her ass off the bed.
He held her legs way up and proceeded to poke his cock around her pussy and clit, and just at the second she thought she was going to get a twat full of dick, he slid his hard cock into the circle of her asshole. "No," she let out.
"Shut up bitch. Shut up and relax," he said, pushing in slightly.
"Ohhh," she groaned, as she felt his finger move under her and begin to massage her clitoris.
In a few seconds she forgot her fear and began to rotate her hips in response to his finger.
After a full five minutes of that, Lance decided that his dick was lubricated from her pussy and it was safe to really ram it in. He moved back to her asshole and again pushed on the tight button. This time he managed to get more than the tip of his cock in and he pushed down into her for complete penetration.
His underbelly kissed the balls of her buttocks on that first, hot descension, and after that he began moving like a machine, in and out of her warmest, tightest canal.
"Mmmm," the red haired bitch groaned as he fucked her ass with precise rhythmic motions deeply penetrating her hot anus.
All the while, he continued to massage her glowing clit.
He knew she was going to have an orgasm. He could tell by the way her spine tightened and her body jerked, but this time he was going to let her go. This time with his dick deep in her asshole, he would benefit by her orgasmic throbs and pulsations.
Sure enough her orgasm brought with it a tightening, a contraction of her asshole. Lance's excitement was mounting steadily. He reached around her breasts and cupped the two love balls in one huge palm. He pinched and kneaded them, squeezing the taut nipples as the hot juice shot out of his cock into her tight asshole.
The red head sighed as he began to come. The cakes of her rump were sore from his slamming down on her and her asshole was stinging. But the pleasure she felt tingling her clitoris seemed to compensate for all minor inconveniences. When his orgasm was over, he let his weight move down on her, crushing her breasts to the bed.
"Baby that was great," he said.
The red head was silent. He moved her a-round so he could look into her eyes, but she cast her eyes downward.
"Look at me baby."
The girl remained expressionless, not looking at him.
"Look at your master," he hissed, taking her hair and directing her face so that she couldn't avoid his eyes.
Tish looked at him for a moment, and then she began to sob. Her body was wracked with huge sobs and Lance realized that he had indeed been moving to quick for her. He should have been more calculating and fucked her pussy, instead of her asshole, but sometimes his passion got the better of him. That was his flaw in his role as master. It was something that made him dangerous. He would have to get more in control of himself and learn how to contain his passion, especially with strange women. With Lana he could allow himself to go berserk once in a while, because Lana so appreciated his domination. But he had no reason to think that this strange red head would be as quick to enjoy his subjugation.
"How are you?" he asked her softly, stroking her high cheekbones, and appreciating her flushed, sweet skin.
"Will you untie me now?" she asked, no longer seeming angry, but just uncomfortable with her position.
He didn't answer her. Instead he rolled her over on her ass. Her pussy was in a perfect position for penetration, and Lance's cock was still hard enough to give it to her. He moved her on to the edge of the bed, and very quickly wiped off his cock on a towel.
"I'm going to give it to you good now, baby. I'm going to give you just what you want," he told the red head.
She remained silent, now. She didn't want to beg him for it, but she was certainly glad he'd gotten around to it.
She watched with passive pleasure, as this strong willed man mounted her and dug his cock into her pussy.
Tish found herself tightening her twat a-round him, loving the way she could control him by making him moan and groan to her contractions.
He fucked her steady and strong, and in a few seconds, her orgasm enveloped her and made her shiver and shake. She'd never had such a wonderful thrill. It was nice to be tied the way she was. It gave her absolutely no re-sponsibilty for the acts that were taking place. She felt something she'd never felt before. Sex without guilt. It was splendid; a fantasy but a splendid one.
The girl groaned as the orgasm culminated in the hot wave of intensity. Her inner thighs were flushed with joy and her spine was tight. When the orgasm passed, she felt faint and dizzy. His huge cock was still inside her and he hadn't come yet. She was glad his male tool was still capable and even hungry.
She looked at his cock as he withdrew it. It was pulsing red and glistening with her pussy-dew.
"That was nice," she said, admitting to him that she enjoyed his domination.
"That was nothing, baby. What's coming at you is nice," he said.
CHAPTER THREE
Tish woke up in a strange bed with a vague recollection of what had happened to her the night before. She turned around and looked at Lance, and at once everything was vividly clear. But she couldn't believe that it was her-that she was the girl who had been tied tightly and dominated by this man.
She looked at her wrists and ankles. There was absolutely nothing to indicate that she had been bound-no marks, no scratches of any kind, but it had happened. And oddly enough she found herself extremely excited by it. Yes, she recalled very clearly that during the course of the evening she had found herself deep in an elaborate fantasy, in which she was being endured by a brute male, who was desperately hungry for her. It was an agreeable, even enjoyable fantasy. She realized also that it wasn't the first time she'd indulged in fantasies of subjugation. It was simply the first time she'd indulged in that sort of fantasy while it was going on-while there was something concrete to base it on. It was all frightening, but she felt no desire to leave; rather she wanted this sleeping stud to wake up and give her another taste of his medicine.
Tish rolled him over, but he remained a-sleep. She began to massage his penis and it grew in her hand, even though he didn't open his eyes.
When his meat was hard and ready for her, the girl moved down and began kissing his cock softly. She scooped up his balls and cupped them in her hands.
Ohh, I love this big dick," she said softly, knowing that he couldn't hear her. She continued to shower his genitals with little kisses, sweet and delicate. Finally when he'd grown to his full size, she grabbed his stick shift in her fist and began rubbing it on her face. She rubbed the tip around her forehead and she allowed the pearls of hot prelube to glisten on her skin. She loved the manly scent of this lewd animal. She closed her lips around the tip of his dick, and began fluttering her tongue underneath on the sensitive glans. The man shifted his weight, but he did not make it necessary for her to let go of his cock. She wondered if he was still asleep. She hoped not. She couldn't see how he could sleep through such a thing. She squeezed his balls slightly, and began sucking his cock with passion. Her face going up and down as she took the long shaft into her mouth.
"Mmmm," he let out, stirring. He opened his eyes and saw at once that the dream he was having was no dream. That hot red head bitch he took home last night was sucking on his dick.
"Hey baby, you're giving me more than I bargained for," he said, moving his hands down, so he could clear the curly red mane away from her face and watch her suck. As soon as he moved her hair away, he became conscious of her high cheek bones, and sweet lips. Her cheeks were slightly hollowed by the act of sucking. She was moving quickly now and without hesitancy. It was hard to believe that this was the same bitch that didn't want to suck his cock yesterday. The same bitch, he mused, that confessed that she didn't like to have a man come in her mouth. Well she certainly did feel differently about that now, he observed, watching her as she tried to trick the hot sauce out of his dick. She was contracting her palms and fluttering her tongue madly, and it looked like nothing short of a hot burst of come would please this woman at all. Well he was sure ready to give her that.
"Ohhh," he groaned, as he felt the heat mount in his groin. He moved his hands over her plush body appreciating her breasts and thighs, and parting her legs and fingering her clitoris.
The red head seemed to snap in to fluid animation. She took his cock out of her mouth and shoved it between her breasts. Then she herself cupped her big tits and pushed them together so that his cock pulsed between them, and the dewy cleavage.
"I love those big tits," he said, putting his hands over hers and squeezing them harder on his cock.
Before she knew what happened, the blue terry cloth belt was in his hands again. He wrapped it around her breasts and tightened it. The big globes protruded sharply from a confined area on her chest. His dick was still between them, still throbbing and moistening her hot cleavage. He could feel her nipples on his torso now, as they jiggled and shook to the tempo of his French fucking.
"Very fuckable tits," he commented, looking down at her.
She was sweating and gasping. She wanted that hot cock where it would do her the most good, in her pussy. But if he was going to amuse himself with her tits, there was no way she could stop him. Besides it was kind of exciting to have her tits bound like that, to see them huge and protruding.
"Mmmm, I love these swollen globes," he said. He bent down and kissed her breasts sucking on her nipples, biting and kneading the soft sensitive flesh.
"Put it in me," she implored, her eyes begging him. "Put your big cock in my pussy. I need it."
"Not yet baby," he said, moving her down on her back. He put a pillow under her head, so that she was lifted up slightly. Then he moved back. Miraculously, he found a position where he could have the shaft of his cock between her breasts, while the tip of it was proffered to her lips.
"Now tongue whip it, bitch," he said, pushing the globes of her tits together on his shaft.
The very tip of his cock pulsed on her lips and when she pulled away, a stream of clear jizz followed her. He laughed and moved her close again. This time she took the huge tip in her mouth and began to tongue whip it furiously.
Lance popped his cock out of her mouth and slid it between her tits as the orgasm started. He clasped her tits together with his palms holding them down on his cock. He watched as the hot jizz shot all over her face, and into her open mouth.
When he was done coming he got up without ceremony, leaving the sweating moist red head on the bed.
"Be right back," he said to her. He turned and left the room.
Tish sprawled on the bed feeling hopelessly frustrated. She'd hoped that he would fuck her after the sweet way she woke him up. Then she recalled that the other night the man had left her frustrated two or three times before he gave her what she wanted. She realized at once that this was his way-his pattern. He always took a lot before he gave a little, but when he gave, he gave with all his heart, and he managed to please her. That was more than she could say about most of the men she knew. She knew with a little patience, she'd get what she wanted. It was just frustrating to wait. She could have cried, it was so frustrating.
He came back in a few minutes, showered and fresh. He was smoking a cigarette and had a cup of coffee in each hand. He gave her one and told her to go take a shower and come back. He said that they were going to spend the day in bed.
Fortunately it was Saturday and Tish had no obligations. She consented to this plan, and turned around walking toward the bathroom, sipping her coffee.
Lance watched her walk out of the room, loving her high sweet ass cheeks and round hips. She wasn't as generously built as Lana perhaps-he usually liked his women on the chunky side-but she certainly was one hell of a sweet bitch, and he was sure glad he'd gone out last night. As he waited for her to complete her shower, he sat on the bed, idly massaging his cock to keep it in shape. He was going to give her a spanking when she got out of the bathroom. He didn't know how far he could go with this girl from last night, but now he felt there was no reason to hold anything back from her. Of course, he wouldn't hurt her. A good master does not hurt his slave girl, but he was sure as hell going to dominate her. He was going to train her. The procedure had already begun, and it didn't have far to go, he mused, until she was totally in his power.
She took a longer time with her shower than he did, and it wasn't until fifteen minutes later that the bedroom door opened again, and the red haired woman walked in with a towel a-round her. The towel was placed seductively, exposing the tops of her breasts and the tall stalks of her legs.
"Bring it over here," he said, patting the bed beside him.
She sat down and no sooner did her buttocks hit the bed, and he ripped the towel off and sprawled the red head across his lap.
"What the fuck," she let out.
She found out quickly. His hand came down on the balls of her ass, hard and stinging. Her ass quivered under his spanking palm, and her spine tightened with anxiety and pain.
Lance knew how to spank a girl so that she would appreciate it and maybe even come. He slid his hands under her and penetrated her pussy at once, massaging her clit skillfully, as he continued to spank her.
"Mmmm," she let out, tossing her head from side to side.
He looked down at her, at the way her breasts were suspended off his lap. The sweet hot bitch was more woman than most men could stand still for. And here she was under him, wriggling and tossing, dancing up a storm. He spanked her until the balls of her ass were red hot, then he stopped hitting her and began kneading the soft flesh of her ass. All the while he was driving his finger into her pussy, massaging her clit.
The girl was obviously having more pleasure than pain now. He watched as she experienced the heated orgasm. He continued to flicker his finger over her taut clitoris, until the orgasm passed. Then he drew his hand up over her. One hand moved on to the nape of her neck and the other hand proceeded down her smooth, silky back to her buttocks. He slid his index finger down the crack between the cheeks of her ass, and finally moved it right into the anal opening.
"Do you like being butt fucked?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she confessed. "Ordinarily I would say not but...."
"But you're finding out you like all kinds of things you never knew you had a taste for," he said finishing her sentence for her.
"Exactly," she confessed.
"That's good. That's good that you're learning about yourself," he said.
The red head nodded her head.
"Baby, you've got the tightest ass of any bitch I've ever ass fucked," he said to her, patting her ass lovingly.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Now lie down on the bed, and let me show you the way a master fucks his slave."
The girl found her legs being parted. His thick cock was poking around her pussy once a-gain. He entered her quickly and without formality. Tish was amazed by the delight she felt upon penetration. This man fucked her solid.
He grasped on to her shoulders and began going up and down like a piston. In a few moments the orgasmic heat was trembling through her nervous system. Very rarely did a man bring Tish to an orgasm like this and never so quickly. This man seemd to have the ability to heat her up and cause her to pop in no time at all, and he was so full of new tricks, she could hardly say he was predictable. That was her criticism of most men; they were just too easy to figure out. Well it wasn't true of Lance. Lance could move anywhere at anytime. He was the wildest thing that had ever happened to her, and she was glad.
His hands moved under her buttocks. He lifted her off the bed to meet his driving cock. She felt completely alive as his penetrating penis dug into her tight pussy.
Tish loved fucking the man who wasn't ashamed, and who took her twat as if it belonged to him. She found herself completely under his spell. She just hoped that he wouldn't withdraw his dick before the orgasm hit. That seemed to be something he liked to do. She didn't understand that at all. Most men were so delighted with the fact that they were bringing a woman close to orgasm, that they would never under any circumstances break that build up. But Lance seemed so sure of his ability to bring a girl to the peak, that he didn't care if he brought here there and then cut her off a few times before bringing her home for good. Indeed the whole thing seemed like a big joke to him.
This time he didn't withdraw. He held his hard cock in its animated position until the red head tightened and shivered with orgasmic fever; until the storm passed through her body and left her panting, but calm.
She felt her legs twitch as the heat ceased. In a few moments she was relaxing with that hard cock solidly implanted in her womb. He had not come.
"Didn't I please you?" she asked curiously. It was unusual for a man not to have an orgasm. Usually her orgasmic storms were so strong that a man couldn't possibly contain himself through all that hot twitching pussy. But this guy was no ordinary character, that was easy enough to see. If he wanted to control himself, Tish was absolutely sure he could. The proof was right there in the pudding, she thought to herself, in confirmation of her suspicions.
He moved above her, his huge cock still glistening and hard.
"Don't you want to come in my pussy?" she said, "No baby, come up here," he said. He grabbed hold of her and positioned her so that she was ready to be tied. He bound her ankles first, then moved up and tied her wrists to the bedposts. She was now sprawled spread eagle on the bed. He moved above her putting a knee on each side of her face, and lowered his huge balls down toward her mouth.
"Suck on them baby. Suck on them."
This time Tish did not protest when she knew she was going to be tied up. Quite the contrary, she was curious and allowed him to handle her. Now she sucked on his balls with o-pen warmth, loving the way the hot sacks filled her mouth, the way his hot cock pulsed above her nose.
"Mmmm. I love the way you suck my balls baby, and I love to watch your body pulled taut by the ropes," he hissed.
Tish continued sucking the hairy sacks as he maintained his weight over her. He moved the lush red curls off her face so he could watch her sweet eyes as she sucked his nuts. Then after a few minutes of that, he moved up so that his balls popped out of her mouth. Then he moved forward and bent down again.
"Now suck my asshole, baby," he commanded, holding her tightly by her curly mane.
The woman didn't like this idea and she tried to rip herself free, but he held her in precisely the position he wanted, and lowered his asshole down on her mouth.
"Suck it. Use your tongue," he commanded, tightening his grip on her.
After a moment's hesitation, the woman began sucking his asshole, and after an initial period of hesitation, her tongue began to dance madly.
Lance watched her as she moved with increasing excitement. He felt exhilarated. He was on his way to having this ripe red head in the palm of his hand.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tish found herself seeing more and more of Lance Barker. The man was in the importing business, and was an entrepeneur. He was always making deals and running around all day long, making sure his ideas got carried out by various men who were affiliated with him, and seemed to respect his brainpower. Lance wrote the whole thing off as business, telling Tish that if it had anything to do with making a profit, you could be sure a lot of grown men and women were making fools out of themselves. He seemed to resent his work and take it very seriously at the same time. On the other hand he didn't resent his hobbies, which Tish realized included taming proud women like herself to serve a master.
She let a couple of days go by without seeing Lance, thinking that she needed to cool out a little bit, but after no more than four days she decided to give him a call.
He was busy, she could hear giggling in the background.
"Come right over, Tish. I want you to meet somebody."
"But you have company," Tish said. "I'll wait until tomorrow."
"But I want you to meet my company. Get your ass over here, bitch," he said. He slammed down the phone.
Tish smiled on the other end. Somehow he could say something like that to her without seeming nasty. It was in character, and he was quite a character. Tish wondered how to play. She decided very quickly to put on some sexy gear and get her ass out the door and over to Lance's apartment.
The tall blue eyed, red head combed her lush hair and put on a little bit of make-up. She wore a special brassiere which lifted her breasts and pushed them together. She put on a special pair of panties and hose, which she knew to be alarmingly hot. Over this she wore a tight sweater and a high skirt, which showed off her shapely legs.
Tish arrived at Lance's pad and went in without hesitating. There's no sense fucking a-round, she thought to herself. Anyway he wants me here.
Lance opened the door in his dark robe. He smiled as the moist red headed woman walked into his apartment.
There was a rather heavy set, but shapely blonde girl sitting on his couch.
"Tish I'd like you to meet Lana. Lana this is Tish," Lance said.
The girls smiled at each other and said hello. Lana looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, and had a very pretty face. Her chunkiness did not make her unattractive, on the contrary. Her weight was distributed in such a way that her female charms were amplified. Her breasts were huge and although her waist was narrow, her hips were very wide, a sweet girl indeed. Tish found herself almost envying the girl for her exaggerated proportions and smooth clear skin.
"We've been waiting for you," Lance said.
"Oh."
"Yes. Now the two of you will take off your clothes and submit to your master."
Tish looked from Lance to Lana. The two of them seemed deep inside of the game-the bondage game.
Tish watched as the blonde girl removed the robe she'd been wearing and stood up nude. Her body was even more attractive without anything on. Although the girl's buttocks were rather huge, they were also high and oddly taut. Tish knew why Lance liked this girl. She could see at once that she was totally submissive and yet not without pride. She didn't look vulnerable even as she dropped to her knees before her master, and began sucking his cock.
Lance had prompted that with an abbreviated hand gesture. It seemed that that's all it took for him to lead Lana around.
Tish was impressed. The girl responded to his slightest gesture and it was easy to see that Lance was happy. Tish watched as the blonde continued to suck his on his cock, oblivious to the fact that there was a tall female stranger in the room.
"She does it well, Tish," Lance informed the red head.
Tish smiled . "I'm glad she's good to you," Tish said.
"She's good to her self, and I'm good to her," Lance corrected. "Oh, excuse me."
"Have you ever dominated a slave?" Lance asked the red head.
"Well no, I never have, as a matter-of-fact," Tish said, trying to appear as casual as he was.
"Well I think it's time you tried. Lana loves to be dominated. She loves to submit to a forceful will, be it male or female. Isn't that right, Lana?"
"Mmmm," the girl said without taking her mouth off his cock. He patted her forehead, and told her to drink his jizz.
Without moving, without even looking down at her, Lance filled the girl's mouth with hot frothing jizz.
Lana continued to suck as Lance continued shooting hot sauce at her mouth. He pulled a-way from her, and shot some come on her face.
"Come here, Tish," Lance said, even as his cock was throbbing in the blonde girl's hand.
"What do you want?" Tish said.
"Take off your clothes."
Tish proceeded to take off her first layer of clothing, leaving on the dark high cupped brassiere, and sweet sexy pantyhose. But Lance was not happy. He reached out and pulled her towards him. He unsnapped her bra and freed her big tits, pinching the red strawberry nipples. His other hand moved down to her panties, which he quickly pulled down. He sat her on the couch and peeled off her stockings. All the while Lana watched, jizz oozing from her mouth, her eyes heavy lidded, almost sleepy.
When Lance had Tish naked, he asked her again if she ever felt the thrill of dominating.
Again Tish said no.
"You're going to do it now, baby," he said.
With that he lifted Lana in his arms and left the bedroom, going into the bedroom. Tish followed knowing very well the layout of his a-partment.
When he got to the bedroom, he dropped the blonde girl onto the bed.
"You got her wrists," Lance said, throwing Tish two leather thongs.
Tish watched as he bound her wrists to the upper bedposts. She began tying the girl's ankles now, wondering what was going to happen.
Lana was bound, so that her belly was pointing up. Her big tits rolled on her bosom and Lance cupped the huge sweet globes and stuck his dick between them. He jiggled her tits and humped into her cleavage for five minutes. Then he got up, he had not come. He turned to Tish.
"Lower yourself down. Lower your pussy on to her mouth," he said to Tish.
Tish stood still, inert.
Lance grabbed Tish, lifted her in the air and spread her legs. He then allowed her to descend over Lana's mouth.
The red haired woman's pussy was soon in very close proximity to Lana's pale legs.
"Suck her Lana," Lance commanded lifting the blonde girl's head.
Tish felt a little tongue, trying to pry open the lips of her pussy, as she shivered with pleasure. She began humping down on the blonde, passionately now, not caring if the girl was comfortable or not. It just felt too good for her to worry about anything like that.
"That's it baby, that's it. Give it to your slave," Lance said, encouraging Tish to hump forcefully.
Lance stood back, once the chain of events had been established. He watched as the red head gyrated her hips and kept her pussy flush with Lana's whipping tongue.
Lance lit a cigarette and sat in the chair in his bedroom, pleased with the way the two women were moving together.
He had Lana suck on Tish until the red head had an obvious orgasm, groaning and tossing her sizzling body aflame with passion.
After her orgasm, Tish felt heavy. She sank down to the bed beside the girl.
"That was very good," Lance said, "Very good indeed. Now come here Tish."
Tish didn't know what hit her, he moved so quick and forcefully, all she could feel was a blur. He was tying her up. She knew that, but she had no idea what position she would end up in.
Suddenly the thongs that were tied around her wrists and ankles were also tied around the bedposts, leaving her facing the opposite direction that Lana was facing, with her head down.
He tied her up quickly and Lana remained quiet, even though the red head's body was directly over hers and the weight was hard to bear.
Lance tied them into a perfect sixty-nine position. Their legs were even parted appropriately.
"Now I want you two to suck each other," he said.
Lana began sucking on Tish's pussy, but Tish did not respond to the order, instead she looked at Lance.
"What."
Lance grabbed a handful of her curly red hair and forced her lips down on Lana's pussy.
Lana responded instantly by sucking more heartily on the red headed woman. In a few minutes Tish saw it was worth her while to eat Lana's cunt, for one thing, she would get it back.
"Do righteous and it will come back at you," Lance said, settling down again to watch the action once it had been established.
Lance watched the two of them suck each other off. He was feeling extreme delight. He knew that they would both be amiable after this and they would do whatever he said. Of course he had no worries with Lana, the girl obeyed him blindly, but Tish was another story. He was unsure of Tish, and yet it was that quality that excited him. He was never sure when Tish would cooperate or when she would stand up for her principles, and demand to be forced.
Of course he knew she wanted to be his slave. If she didn't want that, she wouldn't be with him.
After a few moments, Lance came up behind Tish and mounted her from the rear. He told her to lift her ass up, and he poked his cock around her slippery sweet hole. He sank in quickly. As he brought his weight down, he told Lana to suck his nuts into her mouth.
Lance didn't move a muscle and told the girls to remain perfectly still. He had his cock in Tish's pussy from the rear, as he rested his underbelly on the balls of her rump. His tight male sacks were being sucked in by the blonde's mouth. He could feel her little pink tongue on his nuts and he loved the sensation.
He started to bring his cock up and down, in and out of the sweet red head's pussy. He fucked her hard, loving the way her ass jostled and jiggled.
In order to keep up with them, Lana had to raise her head considerably, but she did not want to let the two male sacks go. She continued to suck on them throughout the entire fuck.
"Ohhh, you sweet cunt," Lance said, bringing his arms under the red head and cupping her big tits, which were pressed against Lana's body.
"Mmmm," he said, as he started to come. The hot jizz made Tish dance with more passion. Soon the gasping red head began sucking Lana's pussy all over again.
. Now an electrical chain reaction was established, a chain reaction of pleasure. Lance ejaculated in his passion into Tish, who returned it to Lana with her whipping tongue. The three bodies danced and tossed. When the orgasm had shot through all of them, they remained in a panting, puffing heap.
Lance got up first. He thought of untying the other two, but so pretty, they looked, all sweating and glistening, he decided to leave them tied together for a while.
"I'll be back ladies," he said, leaving the room.
He closed the door behind him, with a smile of satisfaction on his face. He knew the red head would have a different attitude if he left them tied for a while. She would be more respectful of her master. She would know that he was capable of controlling her .
About a half hour later, Lance came in the room and untied Tish. He lifted the red head up off the sweating blonde.
"Tish that was beautiful. I love the way you adapt to new situations," Lance said to her, affirming his sweet slave.
The woman looked down. She didn't want to meet his eyes. He had controlled her completely, and the feeling made her uncomfortable. Of course, the feeling also excited her. She'd always dreamed of that sullen, serious dark prince who would come along and take the responsibility for her actions away from her, and now here he was, in the flesh.
"Go untie Lana," he said in his very characteristically dominating voice.
The red head nodded her head. She found herself obeying his commands with less and less reluctance.
* * *
Tish woke up the next morning strapped tightly down to a huge, round, padded, mobile stage. She blinked twice and opened her eyes wide. She had no idea where she was. She looked around her. She had never been in this room before. She wondered if it was part of Lance's apartment, but there was no way for her to know. She was alone. She grew frightened. She looked down at her body; she was completely nude. The only parts of her that were covered, were her wrists and ankles. The room was just slightly cold and her nipples were taut and erect.
"What the fuck," she screamed loudly.
Suddenly a door opened and the blonde girl, Lana came in.
"Oh, I see you're awake," Lana said smiling.
The red head was so relieved to see Lana, that she returned the smile.
"Yes I'm awake. What am I doing here, why am I tied down."
"I don't know," Lana said. "Lance just told me to...." the girl suddenly cast her eyes downward. "I'm sorry," Lana apologized.
"You needn't apologize. Is Lance around? I'd like a word with him."
"He's inside, Tish, in his bedroom. He'll be here when he's uh, when he's ready."
"We're still in his apartment then."
"Of course," Lana asked. "Where did you think we were?"
"I had no idea," the red head said, trying to conyey the intensity of her alarm to this casual blonde.
"You have nothing to worry about, Tish. You're safe with Lance, you should know that. He's a good master and he's skillful enough to command our respect without hurting us."
"Yes, sure. Tell him I'd like a word with him."
Lana shrugged her shoulders and turned a-round. The implication of her gesture was that whether or not she told Lance that Tish wanted a word with him, he would not get around to her until he was good and ready. But at this point, Tish felt he owed her something, at least as explanation. Why was she strapped to this circular stage. She felt the pleated black leather on her naked skin. It was cold. The least she wanted was a blanket, and if she had her way, she'd get an explanation for this monkey play as well.
Lance did not come right in. The blonde girl re-emerged ten minutes later with a cup of lukewarm coffee and a straw. She proceeded to adjust the circular stage so that Tish was almost in a standing position.
"What a clever device," Tish said sarcastically.
"Yes it moves in any direction you'd like, and by remote control. I'm doing it manually but Lance has a gadget that lets him do it from any room he wishes to."
Tish sipped the coffee through a straw. Her positon did not facilitate extremely comfortable drinking, but she did manage to get it down, and enjoyed it. She felt fully awake as soon as she drank that first cup of coffee.
"Where's Lance," she barked again.
"Lance should be in pretty soon. The last I saw him, he was stepping out of the shower."
"Would you please tell him to hurry."
Again Lana shrugged her shoulders and giggled slightly. This time she spoke, "What good would it do? You know how he is."
"Do you mind telling me why I'm tied like this? I didn't have anything to say about it, I just woke up and found myself like this."
"Yes sometimes he does that."
"Well why am I like this?"
"He really admires you," Lana said.
"What?"
"He thinks you're something special. He thinks you're strong willed, you know?"
Tish didn't say anything but she was flattered.
"Anyway he wants you to be his slave. He wants to exert total domination over you. He notices that you have a taste for this kind of thing."
"Isn't that pretentious of him?"
"If I untied you, would you leave?"
Tish looked at her wide eyed. "What?"
"If I called Lance up on the intercom and told him that you wanted to be released, he would tell me to release you at once," Lana said knowingly.
"Is that true?"
"Want to try it?" the blonde coaxed. Tish nodded her head in the negative. She was not ready, she realized, to depart from the madness and ecstasy that Lance possessed.
Tish realized at once that despite the ropes she was indeed quite free. The ropes were ritualistic, and symbolic. They were a fantasy device employed by Lance to duplicate slavery and dominance without extending it where it didn't belong-in reality. Yes, Lance was very much in control of himself. He lived out fantasies, but only to keep them fantasies, only to keep them from controlling him. At least that's the way Tish saw him at the moment, as a gallant pioneer of the id. Of course she knew her reasoning was being distorted by the peculiar affirmation she felt-worthy of his attention-such a handsome master. He was also confusing to her and, she mused, it shoudn't be. She was not a child. She was old enough and developed to know where her preferences rested. But now she realized that she always went for dominating men who'd treated her with authority and occasionally manhandled her. Yes, those were the men who truly excited her, and only because they were more powerful than her and she envied them. That was it exactly. Had she not envied many of these men, her sexual attraction to them would have been nil. It was their positions that interested Tish. Tish wondered how Lance had managed to get her this far. She certainly resisted him. What a strong man he must be, she mused.
Just as she found herself lost in these thoughts, the devil himself, marched through the door.
"Hey baby. How are you feeling?" he said.
She looked up and saw him. He had an ice cube in each hand and was moving them straight towards her nipples. She struggled with the thongs but could not move.
"No, don't," she pleaded, trying to twist herself free.
He smiled and pressed the ice down on her nipples. They turned rock hard and rosy red at once. He threw the ice to the floor and smiled, tweaking her nipples slightly, and moving his fingers as if he were turning the dials of a radio.
"That's the way I like to see them, baby, wide awake."
"You asshole," she screamed.
Lance slapped her across the face. It wasn't hard, but it managed to make a lot of noise, and shock the shit out of her.
Tish stared at him dumbfounded. She had never been slapped across the face in her whole life. Her red cheeks felt hot and even slightly swollen.
"How dare you?"
Lance didn't answer. Instead he stepped back, and took an object out of his pocket. He turned his attention to the small rectangle metallic box, and suddenly the stage slid down. Tish guessed it was on some kind of hydraulic axle.
In a moment she was parallel to the floor and only a foot above it.
Her master looked down at her. He took out his huge cock and dangled it over her face. It was not hard, and the mushroom tip pointed right down on her.
"Why did you tie me down on this stage?" Tish asked. "I mean I was alseep. You should have at least asked me if you could."
"Would you have me apologize?" Lance asked sarcastically.
"Well you might at least explain yourself."
"I don't explain myself to my slaves."
Tish watched his lips tighten. He was done talking. She wondered what he was going to do now. After the ice cubes on her nipples, she knew she could expect almost anything from him.
"Lana, tell the guests to come in," Lance said.
Tish was horrified. "Guests," she screamed. "What the fuck are you talking a-bout?"
"You'll find out," Lance said.
Lana disappeared and came back a moment later with two women.
Tish looked up and saw that the two newcomers were young lesbians, both dressed in men's clothing and looking rather like they had chips on their shoulders. They looked with open eyed appreciation at the woman who was bound onto the stage.
"Here she is boys," Lance said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "This is Tish. Tish meet Charity and Tessy. They want to look you over. I told them about you and they wanted to see with their own eyes."
Tish cursed Lance. She told him he was an asshole and a son of a bitch.
Her anger seemed to delight Charity and Tessy, and they began laughing.
Charity walked toward the red head and looked from her nipples to Lance.
"You're right about these little strawberries, I've never seen anything like them," Charity said, pinching Tish's nipple.
Suddenly Tish understood why Lance had come into the room with ice cubes. That dirty son of a bitch, she cursed.
Tish was extremely alarmed. These two lesbians seemed capable of anything, and Lance seemed capable of watching them passively as they pinched her buttocks and poked around her pussy with their fingers.
Lance didn't let it go too far. When he saw that the girls were really starting to get into their routine, he interfered.
"Hey aren't you going to let us fuck a-round with her?" Charity asked.
"No, she's mine. There are plenty of women out there in the limitless universe."
"Not many as pretty as this one," Tessy said.
Again Tish felt a pride in her beauty. She was only sorry it was being appreciated by people she had no interest in.
"Alright, girls. Look, I shouldn't have been bragging about my new slave, but I was. When you carried on so much about having a peek at her, I decided to let you have a peek at her, but no more. I must ask you both to please put your mind back to business. Now I've got the merchandise waiting if you two would care to examine it," Lance said to the two lesbians.
"With that, Tessy and Charity tried to sober up somewhat, and Lance quickly escorted them out of the room, but he did not explain himself to Tish, nor did he apologize for abusing her in this manner. She was extremely pissed. She expressed her anger to Lana.
"Well Tish, would you like me to call the master and tell him that you would like to be released?"
Tish bit her lip. "Don't you dare," she hissed. She did not understand her own motivations at this point, but she was curious enough to want to stick around and learn all about herself.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tish closed her eyes and relaxed as the blonde girl, Lana, gave her a body massage. She was sprawled out on a leather table in Lance's studio, her haughty body pulled taut across the leather, as the young blonde girl patted her down heartily.
"Mmmm, what a pleasure this is," Tish let out, her eyes closed, her lips pursed in a smile of pure pleasure.
Lance had been happy with her, and as a reward, he had instructed Lana to give her a two hour body massage. The blonde girl shrugged her shoulders and conceded at once.
Tish was impressed with the way Lana followed with every suggestion that Lance made, instantly. She knew her place in the household. In a ,sense, Tish envied her, and in a sense, she pitied her. She pitied her because the blonde girl did not act on her own-did not employ her free will. She envied her because the girl had her purpose clear-to serve her man. So few people have their purposes in life together. Lana had no anxiety on that level, Tish could see that. The blonde girl lived for her master and her master rewarded her when he had the inkling, which seemed often enough. Lana was a happy slave.
"I hear we're going to the beach house tonight," Lana said matter-of-factly, massaging the red head's shoulders.
"Beach house?"
"Yes, Lance owns a huge house out in the Hamptons. It's right on the water and it's beautiful. He's having a big party there tonight."
"Oh really?" Tish asked. She had no idea Lance had a home by the beach. He hadn't told her that. Some people would brag about having a home on the water.
"Well I haven't heard about this. When are we leaving?" Tish said, including herself, as a matter-of-fact.
"Whenever the master says to leave. He'll tell us when he wants us to get ready, Tish. You will soon learn his ways and come to love him as Ida"
Tish turned and looked at the blonde girl. She had no idea where Lana came from or who she was, but Tish liked her. She was gentle and submissive, and seemed to take pleasure in confiding in her. Tish knew that Lance was a hard person to understand. She was hoping that perhaps Lana would assist her. She didn't want to come right out and ask Lana for any favors, not yet, but eventually she would be able to do that. She knew that she could get friendly enough with this sweet young girl to ask her some intimate questions.
Lance emerged suddenly and walked hastily up to the red head.
"How do you feel today, Tish? Are you angry with me?" he said, not really looking like he gave a damn.
"Nothing lethal," the red head said, giving him a look that turned from indifference to warmth, as soon as she faced his eyes.
"I thought you were angry. You can always leave, you know," he said, seeming to mock her.
Tish put her eyes down and did not respond. Why did he have to humiliate her in that way. But then why did she have to stay there. It would have been easy enough to walk out the door.
"We're going to a party tonight, out on the Hamptons, a little place I own on the shoreline," Lance said.
Tish was about to inform him that she knew about it-that Lana had told her, but she stopped herself. She had the feeling that Lana would object to her telling him anything.
Tish didn't want to betray the girl's confidence before she had it.
"Oh, the Island, how nice," Tish said.
Lana sighed as if with relief and Tish realized she was right to keep her mouth shut and pretend surprise.
"Yes, some business associates and friends, what you call wild people, Tish," Tish nodded her head. She had a feeling she was in for some real craziness. Again, she was tempted to walk out the door, and equally tempted to stay. She chose the latter.
Lance seemed to be in a relaxed mood. The stiff formality was gone from his stature as he stood before his new red haired pet.
He told Lana to leave the room, and told the red head to stand up. Then he led her into another room, where there was a bathtub.
"Wash the oil off your body, Tish," he said, escorting her into the tub, and turning on the water.
Before the bottom of the tub was covered with water, he dumped in a white powder, and soon the room took on an air of flamboyance, as the bubbles formed and rose around her moist and supple body.
He looked down at his new slave, the pristine bubbles clinging to her breasts as they bobbed at water level.
"You're a very precious girl," he said to her.
Never in her whole life had such an abbreviated compliment affected her so strongly, She wondered why for a moment, then she realized that the reason his compliment-his kindness-really struck her was that he was so seldom kind. He was charming, in a sort of cruel way, but hardly ever kind. Either she caught him at an off moment, or it was the sight of her beauty that prompted the softening of his eyes, and the sweetening of his words.
But it didn't last long. After a moment, he told her that she had a lot of potential, but was such a long way from perfect, he couldn't decide if she was worth the effort.
She turned and pouted slightly. Lance laughed at her.
"What's so funny?"
"You are. You should have seen the look on your face when those two lesies were looking you over. What's the matter, are you a prude?"
"I didn't like their attitude. They made me feel like I was in showroom or something."
"Yeah, they're real male chauvinists," Lance said, lighting a cigarette and smiling.
Tish smiled with him, and his smile broadened, which seemed to encourage her. She was glad to see him slip-however shortly-out of his role, and turn into a regular person.
"Can I ask you something?" Tish asked him.
"What," he said.
"Why do you have so much confidence in yourself?"
Lance sat down and gave her a rather intimate look.
"Because I never fuck up baby. And when I do, I cover myself quick enough so that nobody even notices," he said.
"So your efficiency is your prime virtue,"
"Well my efficiency and perhaps my technique ... my style."
"Which is?" Tish asked.
"It's cruel baby, that's what it is. You've observed it long enough to see that. But I don't go too far. A good master doesn't. You can ask Lana how skillful I can be."
"Oh you know I was wondering if I could talk to Lana about you. I mean I was wondering if it would upset you."
"I don't mind being the subject of discussion," he said smugly.
"Well I'm glad of that. I wanted to ask her about you but I was afraid she'd feel I was prying."
"Why don't you ask me," he said. "Well...."
"Of course there isn't much to ask, because everything is going on plainly before your eyes, Tish. Most people keep their lust to themselves, and transpose them into frustrations. I don't do that. I'm guilty and that's true, but I'm not guilty of that. Now perhaps what I'm guilty of is worse, I don't know. If I was going to judge myself, I would stop all activity and become a vegetable."
"But why do you need such strong kicks? Why do you need such symbolic servitude to turn you on?"
He looked at her with wide open eyes.
"I've underestimated you. You're a very intelligent girl. At least you see what you're dealing with. All right, I'll make it as clear as I can. What most people call sick, is for me a warm up, a stepping stone on the road to ecstasy. Ecstasy can only be achieved when one partner becomes stronger enough to lead the other partner to its gate. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I just don't know if it's true."
"It doesn't matter if it's true, Tish. It's how I feel about it."
She nodded her head affirmatively. She understood exactly what he meant. Reality had no business imposing itself on a man of will.
* * *
The limousine cut through the night like a silent bullet, the stability of the heavy chassis making the ride smooth and even. Lance sat between his two slaves, enjoying the proximity of all that tender femininity. He smoked a thin dark cigarette, and watched the night roll by as they road up the shoreline to his huge house.
The driver got out and opened the rear door facing the house, and the party exited.
Tish looked around her. It was truly an estate, and set splendidly on a small cliff overlooking the water. Tish took in the fresh and clear air, scented with pine leaves and smoked leaves, and she felt alive and at home. She closed her eyes and let a dreamy smile play over her lips.
"You're going to be one of my hostesses tonight, Tish," Lance informed her.
"Oh what does that mean?" Tish said.
"That means that you'll be available to some of my associates, a select and chosen handful I assure you. The cream of the crop."
"What does that mean?" Tish said.
Lance frowned. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"
Tish looked hurt.
"Of course if you prefer to leave, I can have my driver take you anyplace you want to go."
Tsish blushed and turned around. She walked toward Lana. She needed one understanding face around her.
The girls were given a room to share and it was there that Tish decided to confide in Lana, and express her anxiety.
"Why is he so cruel to us?"
"He gives us what we need," Lana said, her voice faded and heavy.
"But how does he know it's what we need?"
"Because we haven't left him, Tish. That's how he knows, and I never will leave him. I do suppose you will though."
"What makes you say that?" Tish said. She thoroughly agreed with Lana.
"I think you have too much pride to be a good slave Tish. I think you're going along with it because you're curious, and you appreciate the superficial kicks, but I don't think you're heart is into it. I don't think you are as accomplished a slave as I am."
Tish looked at the girl and realized that she also had pride. It was inverted pride. She was proud of the fact that she could serve, in a sense she had transcended her ego. But she had not traded her ego for something concrete, for that she had to look to her master, only his thoughts were worth acting on. In that way, Lana exempted herself all responsibilities, and all decisions.
Tish realized that Lana wasn't susceptible to the same anxieties and occupations that another girl would be subject to. Lana as a slave had her own set of problems and rewards. As hard as it was for Tish to comprehend, the blonde seemed truly happy-happier than most girls Tish knew.
From the room Tish and Lana were sharing, the view of the water was pretty fantastic. Especially when a full moon burst through the dark blueness of the night and reflected off the aqua water in all its round yellow brilliance.
Lance's chauffeur came up to the room and knocked on the door. When Tish opened it he handed in two hangers full of clothes.
"The master told me to tell you girls to wear these tonight," the man said, his eyes in absentia, as he performed his duty.
When Tish took the hangers out of the man's hand, he immediately turned on his heel, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Tish looked at the hangers. There were two identical outfits: a short leather skirt, a long, dark nylon stockings and panties with an intricately decorated hole where the crotch belonged and a black brassiere designed so that the wearer's nipples would protrude from two holes in the tips of the bra cups.
There was also a box and when Tish opened it she saw high staccato-heeled boots made of glove-soft black leather.
"Well, looks like we're dressing for some kind of a carnival."
"Yes, these parties are elaborate," Lana said. "The first time I went to one of Lance's parties I knew he was for me. In fact that's how I met him-at a party. Most of the people in the importing and exporting business around here know Lance for his parties. They are attractions."
"Does he always have hostesses dressed up in uniforms like this?"
"Those aren't uniforms; those are highly specialized outfits. You and I are the only ones that will have them. They cost Lance a lot of money. I was with him when he bought them. We had been measuring your body in your sleep to get the size right. When you put it on you'll be amazed at how it fits."
Tish raised an eyebrow. She was getting curious. She had never worn anything like a short, leather skirt and pointy bra. She had a feeling that her contours would really be set off by the stark sexiness of the leather gear.
"Well, I suppose we should get dressed."
"We have time, it's early."
"Yes, but let's put on our gear and let the leather shape itself to us a little, you know?"
Tish smiled at the blonde and proceeded to spread the contents of her hanger on the bed. She was excited to try out this gear and grateful to Lana for suggesting they get busy.
Tish looked ar herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. The brassiere lifted her breasts up high on her bosom, pushed them together. The effects this had were stunning. Her cleavage deepened and looked twice as exciting.
The girl looked down at herself. Her taut belly was completely revealed and below, a tight leather skirt clung lusciously to her hips. But the skirt didn't serve to cover the long stalks of her legs and her inner thighs were exposed perfectly as she looked at her profile. The clusters of tempting freckles seemed to wink out of her skirt. It was enough to make any man's mouth water, Tish reflected, admiring herself. She took a deep breath and her breasts jutted forward.
"Lana, do you think I'm pretty?" Tish said staring at herself, shaking her curly red hair and smiling at her reflection.
"Very pretty," Lana said, "and Lance thinks so too."
As if on cue, Lance walked in. He did not knock on the door but just simply appeared, staring at his two slaves.
"You," he said to Tish, "come here."
"What is it?" she asked.
"What is it, master?" he corrected.
"What is it, master?" Tish consented.
"I have a special little job for you. You're going to assist me," he said to the red-head.
"Oh, how's that?"
Lance walked up to the girl. He let his hands move over her smooth anatomy. The generous tops of her breasts peeked out of the tight brassiere and Lance moved an appreciating palm over them.
"Put your hair in a pony-tail, baby," he said. "Make a little handle out of it."
Tish took the piece of rawhide that was in his hand and proceeded to tie her hair into a pony-tail.
"Now come with me."
Lana looked annoyed. "Can't I come?" the blonde asked.
"No, you stay in the house, Lana. You can help prepare for the evening."
Lana pouted slightly but protested no further, and Lance took the red-head's hand and led her from the room.
Tish had no idea the house was as complicated as it was. They walked down a narrow corridor with rooms on both sides. Then they went down a flight of stairs and walked through another corridor. Except for a few hired people upstairs who were preparing for the party, there was nobody else in the huge place. Tish felt the solitude of the sub-basement hit her in the pit of her stomach as Lance closed the huge oak door and turned to face her.
"Where are we?" Tish said with a chill.
"This is my inner sanctum, Tish. This is where I take girls who are worthy of my dedication and skill as a master."
"And what are we here for?"
"Just a little ritual," Lance said, looking her over with hungry eyes.
"And what ritual might that be?"
"A minute brand," he said casually.
"What?"
"A mark on your skin which will symbolize your commitment to me."
Tish felt faint. What kind of a maniac was he? She wanted to get out of there but she was afraid to just turn around and bolt. Anyway, the door was locked. She trembled.
"But don't worry, it will be nothing obvious. Just this little line drawing," he said, holding up a sketch of the brand.
It was almost emblematic. It contained the outline and coloring of a cherry and through it, like a dagger, ran a huge, thin phallus.
"And where does that go?" Tish asked.
Lance looked down at her feet, now clad in the high boots.
"Wherever I want to put it, my dear. Your ass, or perhaps your foot," he said.
"How come Lana doesn't have a mark like that?"
"Because she hasn't met with my utmost appreciation. You, on the other hand, have come close. With a little training you could be ... "
"But I'm not sure I want to be a slave. You're asking me to make a total commitment."
"Yes, but in order to fully experience what you're going through, only a total commitment will do. Even if you decide next week to leave me, the mark will do you no harm. It will be a reminder of everything you have learned. And if you decide to stay, the mark will be a bond between us."
Tish looked at him. Why was he such a difficult man? The idea of a tattoo, even on her foot, frightened her and yet oddly enough, the idea of not pleasing Lance frightened her almost equally as much.
Lance picked up the tiny iron instrument which he would use for the brand. It had tiny tattoo needles implanted in in and a duct for central inking. Lance had had the instrument made years ago. So far two women had the mark on their buttocks, although they weren't with him any longer. He had hesitated putting the mark on Lana. She wasn't strong-willed enough to understand his objections to her wearing the mark and for that reason he had never mentioned it to her. But Tish was worthy. Tish could wear the stamp of a master's ownership, if she would....
"What do you say, Tish?"
Tish began to sob softly, pushed by the emotional extremes of his demanding nature.
"I'm not forcing you to do anything", Tish. Do you want the mark or would you rather walk out the door and never return?"
"Isn't there an alternative in the middle?" she asked softly.
"There is no middle," he said, knowing very well that his pomposity would pass for strength in her eyes.
Tish nodded her head affirmatively.
"Lie on the table and present me with your ass, young lady," he said, patting a leather antique operating table.
The girl tried not to think about what she was doing. One philosophical moment and she would be out the door, she mused to herself, feeling the cold leather on her legs and belly. The room took on an odd smell as she remained in the position he had prescribed. First he dabbed alcohol on her butt and the room smelled like a dentist's office. Then he was strapping her down onto the table.
"This is so you don't move. One little slip and the mark will be off. We want it to be right. It's going to be there forever, Tish," he said, patting her rump and feeling a jiggle under his palm.
When the girl was tied securely in place, her hands and ankles bound with rawhide to the table, Lance surveyed the area which he was about to use as a canvas.
Her buttocks were smooth and silky and clustered with incredibly pretty freckles.
His hands moved around on the soft buns until finally he chose a spot inside the crease of her ass, on the left cheek.
Lance inked his instrument and made sure the girl's body was taut. Then suddenly and without warning he brought the instrument down on her ass, letting the tiny needles penetrate and mark the specified area of her buttocks.
He lifted the needles a moment later and wiped off excess ink. The mark was there and it was precise. That meant that he had held the instrument with the weight properly balanced. Lance was pleased with himself, pleased with the way the mark looked on the sizzling redhead.
He stood up to admire it and found himself admiring more than just the mark. The redhead's body was shaking and throbbing slightly now and her skin was covered with a glistening layer of sweat.
Lance felt his cock harden as he watched the girl writhe. Her soft moans told him that the needles had inflicted pain, but Lance knew that there was a limit to how much pain could be caused by the instrument. He knew that she was upset mostly because of the shock-because of the psychological ramifications of what had just happened. The pain was minute.
None the less, he decided to reward her. Since first meeting Tish he'd always played it one way with her, the hard way. He'd always given her pleasure but he'd made her work for it.
Well, she'd worked for it today. She was going to be a queen for the rest of the day. Lance moved his finger to her clitoris and began massaging it softly, telling her in her ear that she was a very pretty girl and he thought a great deal of her.
"Mmmmm," she groaned as the pain and stinging on her rump became abstracted and the pleasure stimulated by Lance's finger on her clitoris and became extremely strong and vivid.
"Mmmmm," she groaned as he lifted her belly off the leather just long enough for Lance to get his hand under her.
"Now, baby, now I'm going to show you that I appreciate your commitment," he said.
Tish felt the thongs being undone. She was dizzy and disoriented and found it hard to concentrate on anything. Her head was spinning. He finally lifted her off the leather table and she felt herself being carried, weightless, through the corridor.
In a few moments they were in an elevator and Tish was truly amazed. The house looked like it was built in the late 1800's, certainly before elevators were being used in private dwellings. The elevator stopped and they got off, and Lance carried Tish out onto a high veranda.
The red-head looked around. The floor of the veranda was made of polished boards and there were huge spots covered by industrial carpeting. The furniture was wrought iron and there were small tables and chairs scattered all about. Above them the sky was deep blue with stars shining through triumphantly. Looking down over the lake, Tish could see the reflection of the moon clearly. It was a sight that never ceased to excite her.
The air was cool up on the veranda, and Tish felt comfortable and at ease. She began to forget even about the pain that still spilled through her nervous system beginning at her sore rump.
"It's very nice out here," she said softly. "Yes. I come up here to do my thinking," Lance said.
She looked at him strangely. She didn't take him to be a contemplative sort of person. Lance seemed rather to be sporadic and thoughtless, but that did not mean he was without strategy. No, he would have made a brilliant fascist, so elaborate was his strategy. Tish understood this about him and she didn't like it. However, she felt compelled by him, drawn in by his stature and poise.
"Why have you brought me up here, master? Is this where you take women whom you've finally initiated in your inner circle?"
"This is where I take the women I intend to serve, however briefly," Lance said.
"What?"
"You have affected me very much," Lance admitted. "I want to please you. There is no way anyone can get onto this veranda. The door is locked. What goes on up here will be between you and me. I intend to be your slave for the next few hours. Is that clear?"
"Yes," the girl said, thoroughly confused.
Lance went over to a small but elaborate tool shed and came out with a Mexican rope hammock which he quickly strung between two hammock hitches. He then told Tish that if she sat down in it she would be able to relax without putting any pressure on her new wound.
The girl became gleeful as she dove into the hammock, careful of course not to hurt her new mark. She finally found the most relaxing spot that she could be in and closed her eyes briefly, wondering what was in store for her at this point.
"I'll be at your service right here, Tish. Can I get you anything?"
She looked at him. He was sitting beside the hammock, seemingly attentive to her whims. She decided to test him.
"Some sweet wine," she said.
"Coming right up," he said, getting to his feet. "Anything else?"
"How about a nice slim joint of marijuana, Lance, do you think that could be arranged?"
He smiled mischieviously. "Anything my mistress wants," he said. He then bowed and proceeded to walk off the veranda.
How out of character, she thought. Why didn't he just yell for one of his servants and have the wine and reefer brought up? Why did he have to do it himself? Well, at any rate, Tish couldn't say she minded. It gave her a chance to think about this crazy situation. She had never in her life thought that she'd see the tables turn, that she'd see herself as master and Lance as servant. But it was a nice idea. Actually, Tish had had some fantasies concerning a situation of this type. Now it was time to play them out and see if they were as promising as they appeared in her head.
Ten minutes passed before Lance reappeared. He apologized for taking so long as he put down the wine and lit a thin, dark cigarette which he passed to his mistress.
The red-head took two deep hits and felt haughty at once. She reached under the hammock and touched the hot spot on her ass. She could feel the lines slightly raised.
"Bring me a mirror," she said.
Lance nodded and left again. He returned again with a bathroom mirror and held the circle of glass under her so she could look at her buttocks.
"It doesn't look bad," she said.
"It's very beautiful," he said.
"Why don't you get under the hammock and lick me asshole, Lance? That might distract me," she said.
Lance nodded silently and got under the hammock, being very careful not to rub the ropes against her new mark. He placed himself so that his tongue could flutter over the redhead's asshole.
"Mmmmm," she groaned, settling down and looking up at the stars.
Lance reached over and put his palms around her flanks softly, not enough to make her feel control but just enough to keep her ass where he could reach it.
The red-head sobbed with pleasure as Lance's hands settled on her curly, blonde pubis. She felt his finger sliding around on her clitoris. She parted her legs as far as possible. He was still licking on her asshole through the hammock.
Tish remained very still, even as the pleasure wracked through her frame, seemingly intensified by the pain so close in the past.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned, her lips pursing beautifully as she sang her song of lust to the star-struck sky. She put her hand under her and touched his face. She put her hand under his chin and traced his lips to her asshole.
"Come up here now, Lance," she said.
"Yes, mistress," he said with severity.
She looked at him. It was hard to believe he was taking himself seriously, but he most certainly was.
"What can I do for you now, mistress?"
Tish looked down at her toes and Lance nodded his head. He then lifted her feet onto his shoulders as her butt remained in the hammock.
Lance began sucking on her toes holding her left leg high with one hand on her heel and another on her instep.
His tongue played over her toes as he moved his hand up her shapely leg toward her clitoris again. He then massaged her clitoris and sucked on her toes until the red-head began to gasp and jump furiously,-electrical sparks of joy jolting through her glistening body.
"Oh, Lance, that feels grand," she said, her eyes wide open. She had never enjoyed the visuals of sex as much as she was now. Having this strong, dominating man catering to her whims was indeed a thrill.
"Suck on my pussy," she let out softly, knowing that he would hear her and do what she wanted immediately. She spread her legs wide and Lance got on his knees and began licking at her inner thighs.
She held his hair in her hand and directed his head up the wet dewy lips of her pussy.
"Kiss it, Lance!"
She held him tightly to her twat and Lance's tongue came out and began to flick over the lips of her cunt.
The girl again looked up toward the moon and the stars, loving the way Lance's tongue accelerated the ecstasy that was mounting in her.
Lance looked up. He could see her lips pouting and her brows arched with intense pleasure. He could see her huge breasts dancing on her bosom. He could see the way her nostrils flared. She looked so pretty in the moonlight. She looked so pretty and she was panting and groaning and pleased with her slave, he thought to himself.
Avoiding the mark carefully, he brought a finger up between the cakes of her ass. He slid it into her moist asshole as he continued to tongue whip her clitoris and pussy. This threw the girl into a frenzy of orgasmic fever.
She pitched forward and for a moment his face lost contact with her pussy. He felt the rich pussy dew all over his face from his nose to his chin. He bolted back to her twat and began lapping furiously, his finger still in her ass, stirring up her passion.
The girl's legs tightened around his head and Lance thought she would pop his skull as the fury of her orgasm made her belly shake and her breasts bob. Her tightening spine made her stiff for a moment. Her head shook first to the left and then to the right, making her red hair crack like a whip. She hissed through teeth pulled up over her lips. Her eyes shut tightly as she tried to concentrate on the joy that was taking place inside her.
"Oh, Lance, suck on me, you hot stud!" she screamed in a whisper.
Lance moved his finger out of her ass and lifted the balls of her buns in his palms. He then proceeded to lap from her asshole to the tip of her clitoris, his head moving up and down in her blonde crotch until the blonde had a furious and pulsing peak to her orgasm which threw her into a virtual frenzy of sexual delerium. Digging her nails into his back, she expressed the intensity of the pleasure that was almost burning her now as her eyes could no longer focus on the moon and her whole existence seemed to spiral into an apex of joy. The sounds of the lake and trees and insects seemed to provide an appropriate soundtrack to this excursion of the flesh. Everything seemed to act in concert to please her and her open pussy had not yet tasted the best to come.
"Put your cock inside me now," the mistress commanded, yanking his hair so he'd get to his feet.
She looked up at him. His eyes were glistening madly and his face was covered with the moisture of her pussy. She touched his cock softly and its hardness delighted her.
"I'm going to get out of the hammock now, Lance, and you're going to get down in it."
"Okay," he said.
She got up with his assistance, then Lance slid his ass down into the hammock; his cock stuck up out of his crotch like a pole.
"Yes, I want you to come in me," she said, raising her brow purposefully as she cupped his balls in her hand, and massaged his hard cock with her other hand.
"What would you like me to do," he asked, in a small almost withdrawn voice.
"I want you to get it in me, right up to the hilt, lover, that's what I want you to do," she said, taking the mushroom tip of his dick in her hand and guiding it down to the hot glistening lips of her pink cunt.
Lance felt her groping hands guiding him, and he moved in unison with her purpose. He felt the tip of his cock slide into her wet cunt, and he shivered with pleasure. He couldn't believe how tight she was, how in command she was. She flexed her muscles around his dick's head, and he almost shot on the spot. But he knew she didn't want that. He felt her hands move over his ass, and then she began to push him down into her.
Lance watched as her eyes rolled out of focus and she lifted her buttocks to meet his cock.
He clasped his hands behind the small of her back, not wanting to infuriate the new mark on her buttocks. His dick was half way in her now and she was begging for more. Lance came down gently but firmly, pressing his huge dick in up to the hilt.
"Ohhh," she groaned, lifting her legs slightly. Lance knew that she was in danger of rubbing the mark, and since he could see that she didn't seem to be concerned about it, he concerned himself. He dropped his hands to protect her.
"Oh, fuck me. Lance. Give it to me!"
His big dick moved up and down like a steam shovel, driving hard cock into the red head's moist pussy.
Tish felt his huge dick pull inside the crevices of her moist female tissue.
"Give it to me straight. You know I love that big dick," she said to Lance, her lips curled over her teeth, as she hissed with pleasure.
Lance continued to fuck her blindly. Her moans and sighs were like a symphony in his ears. He loved her sweating, glistening body tossing and trembling under him. He loved the way her muscles tensed with spasms of sexual pleasure, the way her jostling carriage sizzled under the driving force of his descending prick.
"Ohhh, I love that big cock," she groaned, feeling only the exploding tip of his ejaculating cock as it started to fill her cunt with liquid heat.
"Mmmm." he let out.
"Oh, fuck me Lance, you big hard cock."
The man jerked and trembled as his cock spurted sparks of spunk into the red head's hot vagina.
A moment after the heat of the orgasm passed through them, they were still both of them gasping for air.
They drank some wine and Tish lit one of the reefers and both of them started to mellow out on the veranda, but downstairs there were a lot of people; guests had been arriving and the joint was getting noisier and noisier. It was at a point now where it was hard to ignore the abandon and chaos that was going on downstairs. There was loud jazz playing from a multitude of speakers, cutting the sounds of the waterfront house and replacing those natural sounds with trumpets and pianos, and the sliding electric guitars. The bass part of the music seemed to thump through all the rooms, shaking the very veranda that Tish and Lance were lounging on.
"Your friends must be some pretty strange people," the girl said casually.
"Wild boys Tish, wild boys and wild girls, but hardly any as wild as you," he said.
She looked at him. He did not have the master look in his eyes now, rather, he was compliant and in a sense passive-as if in awe. He stared at her as one stares at a perfectly symmetrical flower or a beautiful piece of art. She felt a thrill jolt through her body, as she realized he was worshipping her.
"Well Lance, we are being rude to our guests aren't we."
"Yes, we are."
"I suppose my little dream is over and you are the master again now."
"For a while," he said.
"What does that mean?"
"It means my mark is on you, Tish, but I've seen the force of your own will now. I doubt if you will submit to me much longer, branded or not."
"Do you hope to tell the future?"
"I feel this intuitively. I'm not saying it's true. I think you'll be tired of serving me soon, and I can never serve you for any period of time. I imagine you'll move on. Perhaps that's why I wanted you branded, so that you would never be able to forget me," he said.
She realized all at once what that statement meant. He did not care a great deal for her. He was at some sort of magnificent cross purpose with himself, being cruel to the very object of his adoration. She wondered if it was an inability to contact himself, or just bizarre taste, pecular desire, a runaway lust. Well there's no analyzing him. He was too complex a being. Any conclusion drawn today would fall by the wayside within a week.
And yet the temptation was great to draw conclusions from his behavior. She found herself doing a Freudian analysis on him, and naturally he came out quite a madman. But was she mad too? Why was she responding to him? Why did it please her so much to be dominant over him for a change? Why did the whole subject of bondage and domination suddenly interest her so much?
She felt Lance's hands on her once again, but this time they were not the hands of a slave, but the hands of a master. He pulled her to her feet.
"We must get dressed and go downstairs."
A few minutes later the two of them were in the elevator and Lance navigated them to the main floor.
The whole house was indeed jammed full of people. Tish was delightfully surprised to see that there were a lot of good looking men a-round.
Tish found that she was somewhat of an attraction at the party. It seemed that Lance had told everyone about her. Now walking around in her string bikini, the globes of her buttocks were greatly exposed. Lance's mark could be seen on her buttocks by anyone who bothered to bend down and look.
Tish felt excited about having the new mark on her skin. It no longer hurt as it did when it was first etched into her. Now although her cheek was still a bit sore, it felt good. She was proud of herself. She had stood up to a strong willed man, and he had allowed her to metamorphose as master. Of course it was temporary, but it was nice. She was also pleased with Lance's estimation of her. He knew very well that she wouldn't be with him for long, that she was not the kind of girl whose spirit could be harnessed by a master's spanking palm. Her independence was essential to her. Perhaps that was what she was doing with Lance. Perhaps she was testing her most essential value, freedom. Yes, she had to taste the opposite of freedom in order to realize how precious her own free choice was. And yes, there was a strong sexual attraction, and quite a fantasy attached to being subject to a male's will.
Tish was amazed to turn a corner and stare right into the eyes of one of the lesbians who examined her that night, when she had first met Lance. She flushed with anger, looking at the dikish girl, but the spark of an idea germinated in her head. Since Lance made her a princess, she would act like one. She approached her demon lover.
"Lance, you know that lesbian that examined me the day you had me tied up?"
"Yes," he said, "she's here."
"I just saw her. I wonder if you could arrange something for me?"
"What's that?" Lance asked, raising his brow with curiosity.
The girl bent down and began whispering in his ear furiously. When Lance lifted his head a smile played about his lips.
"I'll arrange everything," he said.
"Really?"
"Yes. Go wait in the sub-basement. I'll bring her right down."
"Oh Lance, you're a doll," she said kissing his forehead.
"I want you to stay around," he said, giving her an earnest and sincere look.
"For as long as I can baby, for as long as I can."
He watched her walk away, loving the way her flanks jiggled and her buttocks bounced. What a piece of ass, he thought to himself. He lit a cigarette with a smirk on his face, his eyes scanning from Tish to the lesbian.
Lance approached the girl and asked her if she'd like a taste of that red head that was tied up at his house. The lesbian was overjoyed to hear that proposal, and accepted at once.
The lesbian's nickname was Charity. Lance warned her that Tish had been in some kinky kicks lately and she might have to go a-long with her, but Charity had expressed an interest in the girl. She would go along wtih anything for a piece of that red haired twat, she announced.
Lance and Charity met Tish in the sub-basement. The girl was preparing the electric table.
"Well hello there," Tish said to her, raising her eyebrows and appraising this brunette with unashamed lust.
"Hello," Charity said, obviously flattered by Tish's interest.
"Come right down here," Tish said patting the table.
"I told you she was into some kinky stuff," Lance said.
"I can handle it," Charity announced. Charity sat down on the operating table and when Tish further suggested that she stretch out and allow herself to be strapped in, the lesbian very politely followed the red head's suggestion.
Charity was pulled taut. Her firm high buttock's pointed up in the air. Although the girl was a lesbian, her body was extremely feminine. She had high small but sweet breasts, and wide womanly hips. Her short haircut did not make her look manish, but rather gave her a pixie like charm.
Tish stood above the girl, looking down.
"Now you thought it was cute, when you came in and pinched my nipples didn't you?" Tish said to the girl.
Charity looked up not knowing what to expect. She found out soon enough.
Tish's palm came down on Charity's buttocks.
The lesbian squirmed and writhed in pain as Tish's open palm slapped down again and a-gain on the balls of her bun.
"Ohhh," she let out, approaching hysteria. Her whole body jiggled and shook under the girl's serious spanking.
Tish spanked her until the balls of her ass were bright red. Then the red head invited Lance over to fuck her in the ass.
"Give it to her good, Lance," Tish said, watching her man mount this haughty lesbian and begin to push his dick into her hottest crevice.
Meanwhile Tish walked around to the girl's face and lifted it, with a handful of brunette hair.
"You're going to eat my pussy now bitch," Tish said to the lesbian. She moved on to the table and spread her legs wide and then shifted her weight over to where the lesbians face was.
She moved her pussy close to the girl's mouth and tightened her grip on the girl's hair.
"Suck it baby," Tish said in a slightly threatening voice.
The girl was moaning and yelping from the stiff cock that had just entered her buttocks. This man was riding her hard. His underbelly slapping down on her freshly spanked ass. She was jostling and shaking, and quivering in pain and pleasure, and now more demands were being made on her. She began to sob as she finally got what she wanted-a taste of that red head's cunt.
"Suck it up. Get your tongue in my cunt," Tish said with a smirk, watching the lesbian as she tried to follow instructions. Tish manipulated the girl's head by holding her hair. Soon the red head began to grind her twat down on Charity's weary tongue.
Lance was riding the balls of the lesbian's ass hard. His hands were around her scooping up her tits and pinching them.
He liked the lesbian's hard dark nipples and rolled them in his fingertips.
"Mmmm," he groaned, feeling her buttocks shift and wriggle.
The lesbian was no longer afraid, she realized that she was going to be used, but she realized nothing anymore serious than a spanking would go down. At first the red head had really frightened her. Tish just seemed so wicked; she was no longer an innocent girl, that was for sure. That first day Charity had seen Tish, the red head looked scared and humiliate, but now she was a pillar of strength, now she seemed capable of doing anything, and Charity was a little afraid, once tied securely by the thongs.
The red head started to come and she clasped Charity's head tightly as she humped down on her tongue.
Charity tightened her anus around Lance's cock. It was beginning to hurt a lot now and she wanted him to come quickly.
She threw her hips into double time, the balls of her butt rotating and jiggling furiously under his driving cock. She squeezed and squeezed until she felt that hot eruption of pleasure that meant that he was coming.
"Ahhh," he groaned as the hot come shot out of his dick, and into her tight asshole. She continued to contract her anus around his dick until the orgasm passed through him and he was no longer clasping her breasts, and banging his underbelly down on her butt.
Lance pulled out of the brunette. He looked down at the sore buns of her ass.
"Baby, we're going to have to put some soothing creme on your buttocks," he said, reaching for ajar of white body lotion.
The brunette sighed with relief as Lance rubbed her cakes with the creamy lotion.
Tish stood up over the lesbian, happy to have subjugated her. She looked pleased with herself and smug.
Lance asked her if she was finished and she nodded her head affirmatively.
"I'll untie her," Tish said. She began with her ankles and quickly untied the lesbian, who seemed intimidated by Tish now and cowered away from her.
Tish laughed as the girl left the room and rejoined the others at the party.
Lance stayed behind, "Are you happy with yourself?" he asked Tish.
"Yes, that was fun. That bitch really pissed me off when she took advantage of the fact that I was tied up. I knew she wanted me. I knew she wanted me bad. I figured I'd play on that and get her back."
"She forgot all about wanting you," Lance said smirking. The lesbian had split without hesitation-without a thought to what she was possibly missing.
"Yeah, if she would have had the balls to stay around, and I would have rewarded her for serving me so submissively," Tish said, tossing out her hip haughtily and throwing back her hair over her shoulder. "But she didn't have the guts. She had more guts when I was bound up with thongs."
"Don't you know that when you're helpless, people get brave?"
"Yeah but if they're not brave anyway, than what good is it? There's nothing admirable about it."
"That's the fucking truth," Lance said, lighting a cigarette and handing it to her. She was now more than a slave, she was a mistress, she was an equal in many respects. He found himself in a collaborative mood now as he spoke to Tish.
CHAPTER SIX
Lana's eyes popped wide open as she realized that her wrists and ankles were bound to the leather stage. She did not scream or even become frightened. During the course of her stay with Lance-which had been about a year-she had woken up on that circular stage many a time. Lana was in fact, kind of glad. It meant that she was going to be receiving a lot of her master's attention.
She remained silently bound and in a little while she was back asleep, but it was a light sleep-a sleep heavy with anticipation of what was to come when she awoke.
Finally after drifting between sleep and consciousness for a half hour, she heard the voice of her master and mistress. Her eyes o-pened up in time to see Lance's hard cock hovering above her.
"Oh, master," she exclaimed.
He looked down at her with scorn. He shook his cock in his hand. "You want this, don't you Lana?" he asked her.
"Oh yes master. Oh please give me your lollypop," she implored.
He smiled and looked away. Then Tish came up to her with a huge foam dildo in her hands and began poking around her pussy.
"Open your legs wider, bitch," Tish said, grabbing a handful of the blonde's hair and moving her head back.
Tish began sliding the lubricated dildo into her cunt, watching her lips rise over her teeth as she hissed with passion and sexual pleasure.
"Look at this girl take it," Tish said to Lance. Lance turned just as the red head was moving the huge dildo in a rythmic penetration.
"Mmmm," the blonde girl let out. A smile of satisfaction spread out over her face.
"Fuck her mouth," Tish told Lance. Then Lance without questioning Tish, offered the bound blonde girl a mouthful of pulsing cock.
Lana of course accepted the hard male member, letting it slide between her lips and fill up her mouth. She felt as though she had two real cocks in her, even though the one in her pussy was made out of foam. Tish pinched the blonde's nipples, making her hiss with pleasure as her tits seemed to warm.
"Mmmm," she groaned, feeling the huge foam phallus pierce her cunt.
Lance was holding her head now as she sucked his cock. He moved the blonde's short hair out of her face so he could watch her high cheekbones as the dick slid in and out of her mouth. She took her tongue and skillfully fluttered it around the pulsing mushroom tip of Lance's hard cock.
Lance felt dreamy as he lit a cigarette. He was still fucking her mouth. He dragged hard on his cigarette and looked down. Without missing a stoke of his cock, he addressed Tish.
"Why don't you put on a strap on cock and slam it into her?" he asked the red head.
"What do I need a strap on for? I don't want to fuck her, I want you to fuck me."
"Oh indeed," Lance said, popping his cock out of Lana's mouth and moving behind Tish.
Tish sat down in a positon that facilitated Lana's tongue action. She crouched herself so that Lana's mouth came up to her red pussy. Then she lay flat so that Lana was literally kissing her pussy.
At that point Lance got on top of her buttocks and began poking his cock around her twat. This left Lana with nothing but a clitoris to suck on, but the blonde girl did that thankfully.
Meanwhile Lance's cock pounded into Tish's pussy from the rear.
Tish began to jostle and hump, feeling delighted by the combination of stimuli. She had the blonde girl whipping her clit with her tongue down below her, and she had Lance pounding his prick into her pussy up above. It was a dynamic combination, and her body threatened to orgasm on the spot.
She could feel the electricity pass through her nervous system, starting at the girl's tongue. She reached down and cupped Lana's chin. "Suck it good bitch," she said.
"Ohhh," Lance groaned as his prick throbbed in her pussy.
He came down hard and felt the balls of her ass jiggle under his underbelly. He rested on the cakes of her rump, feeling the sweet motion they made as she danced and tossed for him.
"Mmmm," he groaned, reaching around her, scooping her huge breasts into his hungry palms. He loved holding her tits and humping her ass, and she was contracting her pussy in such a way that her ass was celebrating each crevice.
"Oh baby, I'm going to shoot right in your pussy," he said, moving into a quicker rhythm and kneading her breasts harder. He loved fondling the huge globes and especially appreciated the taut and perky, strawberry nipples that capped them. He pinched the tips of her tits as the explosion hit the tip of his cock and spurted hot male sauce into the red head's tight twat.
Tish started to come. She humped down furiously on Lana's tongue, and concentrated severely on the way Lance's cock was exploding in her pussy.
"Ooohhh," the girl moaned, as the orgasm threw her into a spasm of sexual delirium. The joy shot through her like an electrical storm. When she was done coming, a warm after glow enveloped her and made her stay close to Lana and Lance.
Finally Lance got up off her and sat down in a chair. He watched as Tish got up off the blonde girl and stood above her.
Lana looked up humbly. "Did I please you?" she asked Tish.
"Yes you did," Tish responded curtly, shaking her curly red hair out of her eyes.
"I'm glad," the blonde answered.
"You should be," Tish said. She turned a-round and left the room, leaving Lance in awe of her abilities.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was Tish's idea for the two of them to go bar hopping, but Lance liked the idea. He had been getting to be a homebody, what with both Lana and Tish at his disposal. So when the red head suggested that they go out and have some fun, Lance saw no reason to hold back. He slid into one of his very nice Brooks Brothers suits and put on a pastel blue shirt. He wore a solid cream colored tie and brown shoes. Tish was turned out in a tight red dress that draped around her womanly curves and accented the high lines of her breasts and buttocks. They looked dynamite as they walked together.
They were hitting the wilder bars, the places where people of Lance's peculiar caliber congregated. It was in the third bar they had been to that night, that Tish bumped into an old girlfriend of hers, Roberta.
Roberta was a short girl with curly dark hair and somewhat of a plump body. She was good looking and generously proportioned and Lance had the hots for her, Tish could tell this by the way he looked at her.
After the three of them sat over a few drinks, they began to get silly and giggle, and Tish suggested they all go to Lance's place and smoke some pot. She knew that Roberta liked to blow reefer.
Roberta was all for the idea and the next thing she knew, she was sitting between Lance and Tish in Lance's car careening through the streets madly. It was a drunken, festive mood that enveloped them as they pulled up at Lance's place. They entered and proceeded to get stoned.
Lance put on some soft jazz and dimmed all the lights. He could see that Tish was going to work this chick for him and all he had to do was sit quietly around and enjoy himself. He made himself a bourbon and water and watched as Tish and Roberta reminisced.
He was vaguely interested in their chatter, and studied the way they related to each other.
But Lance did not become fully amused until Tish asked Roberta that awkward question.
"Have you ever served a master?"
"What?" Roberta asked, her dark eyes widening.
"I asked you...."
"She asked you if you ever served a master, Roberta. What's so hard about a question like that? It deserves at least a yes or a no," Lance said, looking amused as the curly haired brunette tried to orient.
"Well I just don't know what the question means, you'll have to enlighten me."
"It means, have you ever been subject to the will of a dominating man?"
"You mean like, servitude?"
"Precisely."
"Why yes, it's one of my hobbies," Roberta confessed, a smile of coy and mischief curling her lips slightly. "I love to surrender myself to a man."
"Have you ever served a master and a mistress at the same time?" Lance asked, walking toward the curly haired girl and standing close to her.
"No I don't believe I've ever done that," Roberta said. She looked at Tish, then at Lance. She knew what was up immediately. The idea appealed to her. She would be the victim perhaps, but she would also be the center of attention. Yes, the idea was appealing and even inspiring.
"Well I'm ready if you are," Roberta said, fully aware of what was going to happen, but was she? She had a feeling they were into the usual-a lot of role playing and symbolic props. She did not think they would be very serious a-bout dominating her, and she did not question. But at this point she was too curious to protest, that is, it would have been harder to sit through a rough time than to walk away now; that was what she decided. She allowed herself to be undressed without protesting and once stripped, she stood still as her master told her to.
He checked the tautness of her dark nipples, appreciating the way they turned taut. The skin of her breasts tightened and her nipples became clearly defined with halos of flesh protruding off the globes of her breasts.
"How should I tie her, master?" Tish asked Lance.
"However you like. She's yours," Lance said.
"We'll share her," Tish insisted. "Now how do you want me to tie her?"
"Very well, as long as we're catering to my whims, how about a little tit bondage."
"Okay with me," Tish said. She tied Roberta's hands behind her back. Then she had the girl get down on her knees with her legs behind her. She tied her wrists to her ankles. Roberta's breasts were jutting forward and Tish lifted them up. She took a terry cloth belt from one of Lance's robes and used it to lift Roberta's breasts up high and push them together. Then Lance stepped forward, his dick throbbing in his hand. He moved closer to Roberta and put his cock between her hot tits. At that point, Tish drew the belt tighter, closing Roberta's milky tits around Lance's cock.
Lance cupped the girl's love globes and began massaging them, pushing them together so that friction was formed on his glistening prick. He watched as the creamy white hot sauce trickled out of his cock and spilled onto her breasts.
He took the belt and used it to manipulate her breasts, to make them jiggle and bounce and shake with his prick that was throbbing between them.
After a few moments of this intense stimuli, he was ready to come. He grabbed a hold of Roberta's head and made her lift her face.
"When it starts to shoot, stuff it in your mouth," he said to the girl.
His dick started to pulse between her breasts and a hot spurt of spunk shot out. Lance took his shaft in his fist and aimed it at the girl's mouth. She opened her lips wide and he stuck his cock between them. He felt her tongue at once fluttering over the head of his prick. He shivered with ecstasy as he rubbed the hot sauce down Roberta's throat. The girl continued to tongue whip him, even as he hefted her breasts and fondled them, raising them high enough to tickle his balls. He could feel her taut dark nipples under his ass as the last hot shot of jizz erupted.
"Lick it off bitch," he said to her.
Roberta silently began to lick her master's prick. She proceeded to lick his balls and asshole before she felt a hand tugging her head up.
"Enough of that. Now get up on the bed," Tish hissed at the smoldering brunette.
Roberta was tied too tightly to get anywhere and had to wait until Lance and Tish saw fit to place her in a position they wanted her in. Her buttocks were pointing up in the air, and Tish was looking at her with a look of intense mischief.
"Get the whip," Tish said to Lance. "What?"
"Give me the fucking whip."
"Tish, I don't want to go that far, it's dangerous."
"I won't hurt her; I'll just make a lot of noise," Tish said silently, in a voice that did not reach Roberta's ear.
Lance shrugged his shoulders and produced a finely turned Austrian lash designed so that it would not leave marks or bruise and would not cut the skin.
Tish tested it in her hand. She swirled it around and then cracked it in mid air, causing Roberta to flinch and shiver, as she struggled against the ropes.
"Lift her arms over her butt, Lance," Tish said, stepping behind the brunette.
Lance lifted the girl's hands so that she could no longer cover her buttocks. The soft rosy buds of her rump stood exposed to Tish's critical gaze.
"I'm going to give it to you now, Roberta," Tish said. She cracked the whip right above the balls of her buttocks.
Roberta writhed and hissed, reacting as though the blow had landed.
Tish continued to crack the whip, letting the lash tickle each cheek of her ass, just once five blows, just enough to keep her guessing whether the next strike would sting or not.
Lance was in awe. He was ready to applaud. Never had he seen a master or a mistress inspire so much fear without doing anything. Tish absolutely created a fury in the brunette. She was sweating and tossing and writhing in a mad confusion. Her body glistened, and her pretty breasts heaved as she responded to the blows that had not struck.
After fifteen minutes of this play, Tish threw the whip down and sat down on the bed.
"Move her across my lap, Lance," Tish said.
Lance moved efficiently now. He was so entertained by Tish's wild shinanagans, that he only wanted to assist her as much as he could so he could watch peacefully.
They moved Roberta onto Tish's lap, and Tish threw down the whip. She began spanking almost at once and did not stop until Roberta's buns were hot pink.
"Ohhh," the girl groaned, feeling the hot slapping palm come down again and again.
But Roberta also felt a sexual pleasure riding in her groin as she was spanked and her body writhed. She found her clitoris grinding on the tops of Tish's legs. So sweet was this friction, that soon the brunette was gasping with passion as well as pain.
"Give it to her baby," Lance encouraged.
Tish continued to slap the girl for a few more moments. Then she stopped and looked up at Lance.
"Why don't you give her a nice pussy fucking. I'll hold her here on my lap for you," Tish said.
Lance's prick was already hard. He mounted the girl and poked his cock around her pussy. He was delighted to find that it was already hard, and soon his huge dick was plowing into the soft crevices of her female pussy.
"Mmmm," she groaned, lifting her head a much as possible, but the brunette was tied too tightly to move around freely and eventually sank to flat on Tish's lap.
Tish watched amused, as Lance's prick continued to penetrate Roberta's pussy.
The brunette obviously loved cock. She protruded her ass backwards, and although tied tightly, she managed to elaborate on the angle of her buttocks until it was exactly right for male penetration.
Lance clasped her by her flanks and dug his dick into her in rising crescendos of rhythm. He loved the smell of this hot bitch as her sweating body responded to his charging cock. The nape of her neck was graced by short spiraling dark hair which Lance cleared with his tongue. He then proceeded to leave a dark hickey on the soft of her sweet neck.
The brunette tightened her cunt hungrily around his throbbing dick. She began to squeeze as he rode hard on the balls of her love bud. She liked being used in this manner, she even liked being tied up and out of control. They had frightened her a little with the lash, or at least Tish had, but Roberta realized now that her first appraisal of these two characters was correct. They were kinky but they were not dangerous. They knew themselves too well to be ludicrous.
They would act out their fantasy which perhaps was bizarre, but they would not be irresponsible and act as though they truly were a master and a mistress.
But the game was splendid. Being tied up and fucked was absolutely magnificent. Roberta felt like she was controlling him actually, because each time she sqeezed her cunt, his body tossed and jerked and shivered, and he clutched her tighter as he groaned with ecstasy.
She tested her theory by tightening her cunt, and as prescribed, Lance clasped her flanks and began pounding harder.
"Give it to her Lance," Tish said, reaching under Roberta's torso and beginning to finger the taut button of her clit.
"Ohhh," Roberta said, pleased now that she was being rewarded for the quality of her servitude. Not once did she cry out for Tish to stop. Even when the lash actually touched her buttocks, she kept her whimpering to a minimum and she did not beg. She knew that those were the kinds of qualities a master liked to see in a girl, and she futher supposed that a mistress would look for the same qualities.
"I'm going to come now," Lance warned, reaching under Roberta and cupping her breasts. He kneaded the sweet globes in his hands, fondling her nipples as the hot come started to erupt into her twat.
The girl tightened her snatch and rotated her butt in furious circles. She was having an orgasm now, stimulated both from her pussy's glow and her tingling clitoris. The orgasm swept through her torso and made her hips gyrate madly, shaking her flanks and buttocks.
Lance held on through the swarm of Roberta's passion, clutching her desperately as his cock erupted in her hole.
Her orgasm ignited her and kept her body animated. Her limbs were jerking and jostling, and her breath was heaving. She felt her nipples tingling as her whole body rippled. Being tied up, altered the way her body was responding to pleasure. Because she was bound and could not move around freely, she was forced to move within herself-to close her eyes and concentrate on the feelings that engulfed her genitals and nervous system.
A few moments later the three of them were smoking, Tish holding a cigarette up to Roberta's lips. The girl made no request to be released.
"How are you, Roberta?" Tish asked.
Roberta looked up with a dreamy look on her face. Obviously she had enjoyed that furious riding.
"Just fine," she said, "not a complaint in the world, except my ass is itchy. Would you mind untying my left hand?"
With that, Tish scratched her ass for her and they began to giggle joyfully.
Lance sat down in a chair and watched. He had a feeling that the equation before him was going to thicken considerably.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Roberta woke up with her wrists and ankles bound to the leather covered round stage. She saw the blonde girl sitting in the corner on a chair, and when the blonde girl saw her, she got up quickly and brought her a cup of wine.
"The stage moves electronically," Lana said, explaining the situation, as she pushed the button which brought the stage up parallel.
Lana held the cup for the girl and watched as she drank. She moved the girl's brunette curls back out of her face so she could drink freely.
"Where am I?" Roberta asked.
"We are still in Lance's house. Funny how everybody wakes up here with that question on their mind."
"Well can you blame me? I can barely remember last night," Roberta said. She looked at the blonde girl. "Were you here last night?"
"I certainly was, but I wasn't called for, so I didn't join in the festivities."
"Who are you?"
"I am Lana. I am Lance's slave."
Roberta smiled and shook her head. "How many slaves does he have?" the brunette asked.
"Oh he has a virtual army, of course they are all transient. I'm probably the only one that gives his life some stability," the blonde girl said with inflated pride.
"I see you're a steady household pet," Roberta said, not being sarcastic, but merely accurate.
"Guess you could call me that. Lance takes good care of me. He's always paying attention to me," Lana said smiling brightly as she watched the girl sip wine. Lana, once in a while had the temptation to dominate one of these girls, one of Lance's strays. This would be easy for the blonde; she could do it in this room, while the girl was tied to the stage. Lance always left his new girls to wake up with a surprise like this. Lana was usually the one that administered first aid. Well from now on, she could administer something else, the blonde girl thought to herself. She looked at the brunette's body, calm and supple. She looked at her face and the girl was not afraid of Lana, not at all. Even though she was bound and helpless, she did not cower or appear concerned. Lana wondered why. Was it possible that she was that harmless and helpless looking.
Lana was looking at the brunette with a mounting lust now. She was thinking about spanking the girl and then forcing her to eat her pussy; that would be fun. But just then Tish and Lance walked through the door. Lana was glad she was still holding the wine cup and had not begun to act out her own bizarre fantasy.
"How are you today?" Lance asked Roberta.
"I feel kind of good," she said dreamily, smiling at him.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, but I had the oddest dream. I dreamt somebody was tying me up. Then when I woke up, I found out that...."
"Interesting dream," Tish said, "I wonder whatever gave you the suggestion that planted that dream in your head."
"I wonder," Roberta said, looking at her mistress.
Tish wore a short leather skirt and a plaid blouse, which was tied in a flamboyant knot under her breasts. She wore high leather boots with five-inch heels which gave her a long frame and additional height, and made her look poised and hungry.
Lance wore black leather pants and a low cut shirt, which accented his manly chest. He wore a thick leather belt and he folded his arms smugly across his chest, as he looked at Roberta.
"You were good last night, bitch, you've got a tight cunt and you know how to use it."
Roberta looked at him blankly, but then smiled, appreciating his compliment.
"This one likes it here," Lana said, looking up sheepishly.
"Hey what did you say?" Lance asked.
The blonde girl stepped forward. "I said, that this one likes it here. Could I help you break her in?" Lana said finally exerting herself.
Lance drew back wide eyedt as he took in the blonde and contemplated her question.
"Tish," Lance said, "do you realize what a breakthrough this is? Lana is finally expressing her desires. I think that's a step toward her development, don't you?"
Tish nodded and approached the blonde. She was glad to see that Lana had even a spark of the master in her.
"Would you like to dominate Roberta?" Tish asked Lana.
"Yes," Lana responded.
"Be my guest,' Tish said graciously.
Tish and Lance sat down and Lana operated the round stage by remote control, moving the circle down so that she was looming above the brunette. Lana looked at the brunette's bushy cunt and felt her own twat growing moist.
The blonde girl got up on the platform, putting on foot on either side of Roberta's head.
"Now I'm going to lower my cunt down you bitch, and you better use your tongue on it," Lana said, beginning the process as the words came out.
Lance and Tish were bewildered by Lana's attitude, but they enjoyed seeing her take what she wanted.
Roberta watched as Lana's blonde cunt started to descend. She was tempted to cry out, but all too soon, Lana's hot pussy was flush to Roberta's mouth and the brunette could do nothing but respond to Lana's commands.
"Lick my cunt with your tongue," the blonde yelped as she rotated and spun on Roberta's mouth.
"Ohhh," Lana gasped, closing her legs with Roberta's dark curly head resting between them.
The blonde folded her knees so that she could keep her pussy flush with Roberta's mouth. Then Lana bent backwards and lowered her back down on Roberta's breasts and belly.
Lance moved to get a better view of what was going on. He took a close look at Lana. Her face was alive with ecstasy. Her blonde brows wrinkled as hot bolts of pleasure shot through her nervous system.
"Mmmm," she groaned.
Lance took out his cock and held it above the huffing blonde.
"Suck me while she's sucking you," Lance said to Lana, and without further explanation, he grabbed her blonde hair and moved her lips down toward his cock.
Lana didn't mind that at all. She sucked hungrily on his manly tool as Roberta continued to eat her cunt.
The blonde felt wonderful. It was nice sucking cock while her own pussy was being lapped. Lana usually had more than enough opportunity to suck cock, but rarely did Lance ever orient for her to be so highly motivated and stimulated while she was performing her slave duties.
"Mmmm," he groaned, as his hot sweet slave fluttered her tongue over the shaft of his hot rod. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and rubbed it across her cheek and on her forehead, leaving a glistening spot of spunk in her blonde hair. He felt an orgasm shake his frame and before his cock had begun to shoot he had it between her lips again.
"Drink it down baby," he groaned.
The blonde began to suck his jizz.
He watched her pale throat as she gulped down his passion. He watched as pearls of sauce trickled out of the corners of her mouth.
"Baby that's soooo fine," he said.
Lana was hysterical with passion. She'd never sucked cock with such diligence. She was proud of herself. Of course it was easy to suck cock like that, with Roberta sticking her tongue in her twat. Lana was still humping the brunette's tongue, still gyrating her hips and protruding her cunt into Roberta's face.
But then an orgasm began to shake through her. The storm of orgasmic pleasure sparked deep in her groin and made her tender upper thighs, shake and tighten. Pleasure spread from her crotch up to her breasts in tight sparks of electrical joy. The girl wriggled and groaned.
Her blue eyes were curiously opened and curiously vacant as the abandon continued to occupy her body. But in a few moments the sexual delirium and turned into an enveloping afterglow, which was joyous and sweet, but not hungry and urgent. Lana was finally able to relax. She looked at Tish and Lance, both staring at her in mystery and awe.
"Wonderful," Lance said.
"Fantastic Lana," Tish exclaimed.
Lana blushed and looked down at Roberta. The brunette was whimpering softly, sweat and pussy-dew glistened on her face. Her mouth was red and swollen and her eyes squinted tightly shut, as though the dim light in the room was too much for them.
"What kind of a master are you, Lana? Get your slave some wine," Tish said, moving over to the round stage and setting the remote control device so that the table turned upwards.
Roberta felt her body rise, although it felt heavy now and hard for her to even consider moving herself. But she was still tied tightly and so there was no reason to test her dexterity.
"Are you all right, Roberta?" Tish asked.
"Yes, I'm all right," Roberta answered.
"Would you like me to untie you?"
Roberta looked up blankly. She didn't know how to respond .
"That is Roberta, you are free to leave at any time," Tish said.
Roberta looked down. She obviously had no intention of leaving.
Now Tish understood what it was like to say those words and to have the slave ignore them. She felt a thrill run through as she realized that Roberta wanted to be used.
"Can you use this slave around the house master?" Tish asked Lance.
Lance nodded his head affirmatively. He was highly amused by the way Tish was playing this and he saw every reason to go along with her. It didn't matter to him if Roberta was a-round or not and if Lana and Tish got off on the idea, sure why not? Lance was the kind of man who liked keeping his slaves satisfied. That way they wouldn't go away and leave him. That way he'd always have them at his diposal. If their desires got out of hand, he could always cool them out and show them how lucky they were to have anything at all, the naughty little cunts.
Lance told Roberta that if she wanted to stay, she was more than welcome, but that she would be subject not only to the master and mistress, but to Lana as well.
"You bring out the best in Lana," Lance said to Roberta.
Roberta whimpered and shrugged her shoulders.
"And when do I get to command somebody?" Roberta asked.
"When you're ready bitch," Lance said, moving his hands down to her curly brown bonnet.
Roberta groaned and closed her eyes, and Lance watched as he brought her to orgasm without the slightest effort on his part. "An easily tamable bitch," he said to Tish, "quite unlike yourself."
Tish smiled flattered and pleased.
CHAPTER NINE
Over the course of the next few weeks, an odd household began to develop its behavior patterns. Lana and Roberta were the slaves and love objects of Tish and Lance. The master and the mistress grew close to each other, becoming accomplices. Lance began to trust Tish thoroughly, although Tish never allowed herself the illusion of believing in Lance. She knew he was high strung and selfish, and he could be relied upon to act mostly in his own interests. That was all right with her; that was exactly what she was doing. Curiosity was what bound her to the household-curiosity and not need.
Lance's dedication was more of a need. Tish realized this. She realized that Roberta was also along more for the curiosity and that basically the central household still consisted of Lance and Lana. However, Tish was integrated in on a working level, and nicely. Roberta was also mellow to have around, the brunette girl was always open to sexual suggestions. She was virtually horny all the time.
Lance took up Tish's challenge this evening. Tish had commented on how lusty Roberta was and asked the brunette if she ever got e-nough.
Roberta's response was simply, no, she never got enough cock and she never met the man who could give it to her.
Lance turned and fumed and Tish looked at him.
"You heard that, master. It's your duty to subjugate the slave and keep her in her place," the haughty red head declared.
Lance smirked at Roberta and told her that she'd get hers later.
It was later, in fact it was evening. They were out on the veranda of the house by the water, watching the night deepen. They had been spending more and more time outside lately and their skins were beginning to show the healthy, glowing tans of sun worshippers.
Roberta stood before the other three and looked at Lance. She obviously was challenging him.
"You heard what I said. I never got enough. Not from you or from anyone," she said, looking directly at Lance.
Lance frowned as he folded his arms across his chest. He took in the haughty brunette with her full breasted body and her big high ass. He knew what had to be done and he knew what he wanted to do. He looked at Lana and Tish and could see that they were anticipating some action on his part. Well, he was all for that. He was going to give it to Roberta here and now to teach her her place in the household.
"Come with me!" he said roughly, grabbing her curly hair and pulling her inside. He lifted her in his arms as if she were weightless and carried her into his bedroom. Tish and Lana followed cautiously and curiously, wondering what was going to happen to Roberta now.
Lance dropped the brunette on the bed and looked down at her. Her dark liquid eyes were upon him and now he sensed fear as well as pride. She wanted to show him what a woman she was, did she? The brunette pursed her full lips. Lance let his eyes roam over her lush tits and smooth body. He had her completely naked in a few moments.
The girl closed her legs and gave him a challenging look once again.
Lance reached down and dupped her huge breasts, lifting them up high on her bosom. He let his palm caress the lush fruit of her nipples.
Roberta continued to look passively at him. Her lips parted in a sigh and she appeared to be willing to take pleasure from this man. But she did not appear at this moment to want to give him anything. Lance could see how she was playing it. He wondered if she knew that he was going to take from her whether she gave or not. But he was not playing games with her. He was going to give as much as he took. Of course Roberta would have to be taught these things. She was too haughty and independent for her own good. He was going to have to show her that a master does not take shit. Lance fully intended to do this.
"I'm going to tie you up," he said to her.
She threw him a curious look.
"You can leave if you don't want me to, but if you stay that's what's going to happen."
Roberta shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as if there was no reason in the world to be afraid of the puny man that stood above her.
Lance drew the long leather thongs up into the air above his head and dangled them down so the brunette could get a good look at them. She looked from the thongs to his eyes and continued to stare at him.
"Spread your arms and legs," he said.
Roberta remained inert.
Lance turned to his assistants.
"Lana, I want you to bind her wrists, and Tish, bind Roberta's ankles for me, will you, please?" Lance said with a gentleness that was completely uncharacteristic.
"Of course, Lance," Lana said, bowing gracefully and proceeding to obey her master's task. Tish proceeded to do the same and soon Roberta was bound to the bed, her rump facing the sheets, her breasts and pussy exposed to her master.
The smile on Lance's face spread far as he took in the brunette's lush body-now at his disposal.
He stood above her, his huge cock now free from his pants and erect. He cupped his balls and shook his dick twice, letting a drop of clear lube land on the brunette's belly.
"You're going to suck it now, Roberta," he said to her.
The girl smirked at him and Lance grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
"Did you hear me, bitch?"
"I heard you," she said, "but you can't make me do a damn thing I don't want to."
Lance held his cock next to her lush lips but the brunette did not open her mouth. He pulled on her hair a bit and she opened her mouth in a gasp. It was all that he needed to stuff his dick between her lips.
"Suck on it, bitch!" he said as he moved his hand to the nape of her neck.
"Take it in deep, you sweet bitch!"
The girl groaned as his hot cock slid deep into her mouth. She could barely contain the huge phallus and her face flushed. Her nostrils flared as she fought to expel air madly.
"Give it to her, Lance," Lana encouraged.
"Yeah, let her have it," Tish affirmed.
Lance looked up at his two women as he continued to fuck Roberta's mouth. He winked at his girls. He was proud of them. They had assisted him in securing this scene. They must have known it would be fun for him to give Roberta what she so needed.
He looked down at the brunette who was now sweating and gasping. She had been wearing red lipstick and it was all over his dick and spread out over her cheeks and chin. But her own lips were no longer in need of lipstick. They were now red and flushed from all the hot cock she'd been sucking.
"Use your tongue, Roberta," he commanded.
The brunette looked up at him, now begging for mercy and getting none. His hot cock continued to charge into her mouth again and again. Each descending stroke made her eyes bulge as she anticipated his hot orgasm eruption.
Roberta did not use her tongue until she once again felt his rough hand coaxing her. She couldn't stand the demands this man was making on her but there was no alternative at the moment but to cooperate. But he was such a selfish son of a bitch. He wasn't even interested in her pussy. She was angry. She felt like biting his damn cock off.
"Drink it down, bitch!" he said.
She felt the hot pre-lube in her mouth and knew he was shooting. He grasped her neck and the crown of her head firmly in his palms and held her in place as the hot jizz exploded out of his dick and filled her hot mouth. Hot cream sizzled on her tongue and dribbled out the corners of her lips. She felt it slide down her throat, leaving a tingling sensation. It made her wonder if she was going to cough. It seemed to coat the inside of her body.
"That's it, baby, that's the way. Drink it down," he said, watching the hot, clear come form a film on her lips.
"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, now sliding his dick out so that only the tip was in her mouth.
"Whip it with your tongue, baby," he commanded, again tugging at her hair.
Roberta tongue whipped him now, wanting only to cooperate with him so he would stop. Her jaw ached and she felt thoroughly abused. Why did she let herself get into this?
Lance had a knee on either side of her head. He was sitting with his buttocks on her breasts as he fed cock down her throat. When he was finished coming, he continued to hold her in place as she licked him off. Then the master got to his feet, his cock glistening with his come and her saliva.
"We're off to a good start, baby," he said looking down at her. He turned to Tish.
"Light me a cigarette, bitch."
"You needn't call me 'bitch,' " Tish said, lighting a cigarette and handing it to him as graciously as possible.
"Yeah, I'm sorry," he said. He turned back to the brunette. "She's the bitch."
"That's right," Tish said. "Give it to her."
"Why don't you girls turn her around for me so I can give it to her little ass," Lance suggested, sitting down on a chair and observing as his two girls went about the business of preparing his next whim.
Lana and Tish were excited. They wanted the proceedings to get on. They enjoyed watching the haughty brunette being subjugated by their master. They untied the brunette quickly and turned her around so that her buttocks were facing up and her belly and breasts were on the sheet. They then retied her quickly. The two girls stepped back as soon as Roberta was secured to the bed.
"Now, that's the way I like to see 'em," Lance said, approaching Roberta. He had a thin, Austrian-turned leather cat-o-nine tails in his hand and he whizzed it in the air over the brunette's buttocks a few times. The girl began to writhe and tingle with a dance of mad anticipation. She wondered just how crazy this madman was. He wasn't going to leave marks on her, was he?
Lance cracked the tails in the air a few times to show the girl his incredible skill. Then he brought the lash down to the left of Roberta's buttocks, causing her to shiver in fear.
"Oooohhhh," she groaned, almost imagining that the lash had kissed her flesh, but it had not.
He continued to strike near her, never once hitting her plump, moist buttocks. But then he put his lash down and let his palm caress the balls of her rump.
"You have a lovely, high ass, Roberta," he said. "I think I'm going to stick my dick into your hole and ride on these buns."
Lance was fondling the generous balls of her buttocks as he spoke to her and he let a finger slide into the cleavage between her cakes. He allowed this finger to slide down into her delta. He moistened his finger there on her abundant pussy dew. As soon as his finger was wet he slid it into the crack of her asshole. The girl groaned and began to toss as she felt him penetrate her.
"I'm going to fuck your ass now, baby, but first I'm going to redden it up a little bit, so you understand whose pleasure is supposed to be achieved here."
The girl looked proudly at him. She did not say a word.
Lance removed his finger from her anus and brought his hand up above her buttocks. His palm cracked down on her and she jiggled under him.
"Ooohhh," she groaned.
He cracked down again on her buttocks. He was spanking her now. He watched as the balls of her buttocks heated under his continual spanking. Her whole body broke into a glistening sweat. He could still see his hot come, now dried, sticking to her face and lips. There was a spot of dried jizz on her neck. The sight excited him. He continued to spank her until her butt was a bright red at which point he stood above her watching as she panted and gasped. Her spine was tight and her whole body seemed to take on an unnatural tautness.
Lance picked up the lash again. He cracked it in the air a few times and then moved in on the bound brunette. He cracked it right over her ass and she writhed and tossed. The next blow required Lance's utmost attention, for with it he kissed the top of her butt cheek.
The girl shivered violently. Her spine contracted sharply as she responded to the pain.
Lance examined her buttocks. It was a perfect hit. It would leave no mark. It was just a kiss. He put down the lash. All he'd wanted to get her excited and he'd certainly done that. She was panting and groaning furiously now as he got behind her and mounted her.
"Give it to her!" Tish encouraged.
Lance looked up at the red-head and smiled. He was going to do precisely that. He put his hands on Roberta's legs and lowered himself into a mounting position. He let his cock poke around her dewy, moist brunette bonnet for a few moments until it was glistening with her pussy dew and he moved it back to the taut button of her asshole.
"You better relax, bitch," he said as he brought his hands under her to fondle her tits. The big love mounds were pushed to the sheets but he gathered them in his palms and pinched her perky nipples.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned, half in pain and half in pleasure. She could feel his dick poking around madly. He was trying to push it into her.
Roberta knew he was going to fuck her ass and now there was no way to avoid that. She relaxed her muscles so that penetration would be easy. She felt his hard cock slide an inch into her and she knew it was going to be a hard ride.
Lance slid his dick in another inch and heard her hiss through clenched teeth. He decided to balance the pain with pleasure and put his hand in her crotch so he could massage her pussy and clitoris from under her as he fucked her ass from above.
"Uuuuuhhh," she groaned as his hot cock throbbed in her ass. She began to wriggle and jiggle and her body took on a wet, craziness as she animated to his driving cock.
"Ride it, bitch!" he said. He loved riding on the hot balls of this woman's buttocks. He could feel the warmth from the spanking he'd given her. He knew that each time he slapped his underbelly down on her cakes she would remember how skillfully he'd mastered her. She was completely at his disposal now as he rode on the balls of her lush cakes, as he grasped her in his palms and manipulated her organs.
"I love your tight rump, Roberta, make it snugger around my cock," he commanded.
The woman did as she was told. She was now getting the hang of following his commands. She now saw that he was stronger and skilled at domination. She realized how little he'd hurt her and yet how theatrically and precisely he had done what he'd done. There was no doubt about it. He was a man who deserved the adoration of submissive women.
Lance felt the heat building in his dick as he proceeded to fuck Roberta's tight asshole.
After ten minutes of jamming it into her, he felt her body writhe in pleasure. He knew an orgasm was about to erupt in her nervous system. He encouraged this by stimulating her clitoris with his fingers. The button of her clit was moist and hard to hold onto but his hands were skilled and he gave it to her straight and steady until she gasped and trembled in orgasmic heat.
Of course, when she came her anus tightened around Lance's driving cock. This drove Lance into a heated orgasm which he thoroughly enjoyed as he felt the sweet proximity of her love balls under him.
She was a tough bitch to get going but once she was going she was a great ride, he concluded, watching her sweet body respond to his driving cock.
"Oh, you creamy bitch," he groaned.
In a few moments the hot cream had emerged from his cock and was planted snugly in her anus. He withdrew his dick knowing that her poor ass must be stinging.
Lance stood above her. He looked at Lana.
"Get me a towel, baby," he said. "A nice hot towel."
The blonde girl nodded her head submissively and disappeared from the room for a moment. She returned with a towel which she handed her master.
Lance wiped himself off and threw the towel to the floor.
"Untie her and send her on her way," he said, turning and leaving the room.
CHAPTER TEN
"Lance, I'm getting bored," the red-headed girl proclaimed.
"What? What do you mean you're getting bored. Isn't there enought action arouhd here?"
"Hardly. I feel like I've been through a lot lately. That's true," Tish conceded. "But there's so much more going on out there. I feel like I've only started to push the realms of experience."
"That's ridiculous. You're way beyond those people. I think you should try to cool out, baby," he said, throwing her a stabilizing look.
"I don't want to cool out," the red-head said. "Let's go to Madame Deluge."
Lance smiled as he heard the name. Madame Deluge was famous for operating a bondage massage parlor. It was an underground establishment catering to a select few. It was both expensive and discreet. It required a letter of introduction from someone who was already a member in good standing of Madame Deluge's standing.
"I don't know if we can even get in, baby," Lance said.
"I can get us in. I know somebody," Tish proclaimed, delighted with her self-importance at the moment.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, I can get us in if you've got the heart," she said. She knew that just challenging her master would be enough to manipulate him. He would not back down and that, in consequence, was his servitude.
"All right, if you want to go to this great Madame Deluge, I don't see any reason why I should should pop your party."
"You have to come with me," she insisted.
He gave her a doubtful look.
"If you don't come it won't be any fun. What's the matter, are you afraid of being kinky?" she said.
Lance looked at her with a smirk. He lit a cigarette.
"Make arrangements. We'll go this evening."
"I already made arrangements," she said. She winked at him.
Lance shook his head and smiled.
* * *
They decided to leave Lana home for the evening. Actually the blonde girl had consumed too much wine and marijuana the night before and was in no shape for a celebration. Lance and Tish did not want to be weighed down by the shaky girl. They drove to Madame Deluge's feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Lance of course was the most reluctant. He never paid for sex; he usually counted on his charm, grace and manly stature to procure his women. But this was different. He was going with Tish; they were going as a couple. They were going to pay for some wild action and only because they were paying for it were they going to be afforded the luxury of being specific about what they wanted.
Tish and Lance had not discussed this one little technicality, but it was one of those subjects that was inevitable. At the moment however they were driving along smoothly, feeling too excited to begin a discussion about anything practical. Lance zipped through traffic like a pro and Tish rolled and ignited a marijuana cigarette which she sucked on softly. She handed it to Lance and he took a few hits, thereby loosening up his tension.
They pulled up in front of Madame Deluge's which was in a neighborhood of old mansions converted to rooming houses. The 'driveway was discreetly off the street and huge shrubs held the limousines and sportscars of her clientele from the road. In that way Madame Deluge managed to keep an upper echelon strain of clientele. All it required was discretion and the ability to pamper and Madame Deluge did both.
"Guess we're here," Lance said, pulling the car into a parking spot and turning off the engine.
"Yes, we're here. Why don't you let me do the talking?" Tish said. She took out a note-the letter introducing her to Madame Deluge.
"That's all right, I'll do the talking," Lance said. "Aren't I the master?"
"Yes, but perhaps I can come up with something that will amuse you," the red-head suggested.
Lance did not commit himself. He looked at the girl but remained silent. "Let's go in," he said.
"Of course," she said, shrugging her shoulders. They got out of the car and walked to the huge Victorian mansion which served as Madame Deluge's house of pleasure.
A bouncer met them at the door. He was not threatening looking or even nasty-looking but he was a bulky gentleman and obviously had the potential for kicking ass. As soon as he saw the note Tish handed him, he told the couple to proceed down along a long corridor until they came to the Madame's office. There they would be cleared.
"Of course. Let's go," Tish said. She almost led her master down the corridor but then remembered his pride. She dropped back and let him walk in front of her.
At the very second Lance was about to open the door, it opened itself automatically.
"Come on in," a warm female voice said.
Lance and Tish walked into a huge, magnificent office with a high, multi-lit candelabra reflecting its glass prisms off a high-ceilinged room. The Madame sat behind a glass-topped desk. She was a woman who could have been anywhere from forty to fifty, well-dressed, preserved and with a sexual manner about her which seemed to indicate a whole lifetime of sizzling activity. Although she was somewhat chunky she wore this excess weight with magnificence and grace. Her breasts and ass were enormous. Since her female parts were really so accented, Madame Deluge looked in many ways to be just as desirable as some of her younger specimens.
"You two are new here," the Madame said softly, her hands gesturing extravagantly to a pair of leather armchairs that sat in front of her desk. "Do sit down."
Lance and Tish sat at once and looked in the direction of the authoritarian figure.
"I'm so glad you two have decided to become my customers," Madame Deluge said, looking from Lance to Tish and obviously liking what she saw. "And what can I interest you in this evening? That is, what pleasures do you seek and what prices are you willing to pay?"
"We haven't talked about that yet," Tish said.
"I know what I want. I know what we want," Lance said, correcting himself.
"Well, I do think we should decide this together, Lance," Tish said.
Lance looked from Tish to the Madame.
"We want a submissive woman," Lance said. "We both like submissive women, even though my slave here likes powerful men more, don't you, Tish?"
Tish nodded her head affirmatively but kept her eyes down. She did not like being out of the decision-making process.
"Well, how many submissive women would you like?" the Madame said, taking notes now so she could fill the order efficiently.
"Two will do," Lance said. "Two will do just fine."
"Well, any particular types? Would you like blondes or brunettes, my dears?"
"How about one of each?" Lance suggested.
The Madame shrugged her shoulders. "If that's what pleases you," she said.
"Good. That's what pleases me," Lance said. He watched as the Madame wrote down the information on a piece of paper. When the woman was done writing she looked up.
"And just what would you like to do to these submissive women?"
"A little bondage, maybe a little spanking."
"We don't allow any real rough stuff," the Madame said.
"I'm in perfect control of myself, Madame. I assure you I will not do anything of consequence to your precious creatures."
"As long as you understand that," the woman said.
"Oh yes, oh yes."
"Well then, would you like to pick out your girls? The pastel room contains our especially kinky young ladies. Why don't you two stroll through the pastel corridor and see if anything grabs your fancy," the woman suggested.
"Sounds like a good idea. Which way?"
"Make a right when you get out of here. Of course you'll have to give your receipt to George," the Madame said, her eyebrows raised.
"Receipt?"
"Yes, you pay me now."
"Oh, how much?" Lance said.
"Fifty a piece," the Madame said, "and that's just our straight fee. Before you leave you'll be asked to pay for any specialties you might have requested. You'll also be given a bar bill and you might be charged for other little extras if you do partake. The prices are high here as you can see, but I have my reasons. There's a special type of client I want. I want nothing less," the Madame said. She looked stern and severe. Lance could see that she was a woman who was used to getting her way at all cost. In a way he admired her, but he was too busy with his own preoccupations to even be curious about this rather plump Madame who appeared so successful.
"The pastel corridors then. Let's go," Lance said, paying her the money and receiving his receipt.
George was at the door.
"Take them to the pastel corridor and allow them free access, George," Madame Deluge said as Lance handed the huge, hulky man the receipt.
The man nodded and led Lance and Tish into the pastel corridor of the pleasure mansion.
The first room was a lounge where assorted young girls and women sat around the beautiful black girl who was playing the piano and singing very softly. They were drinking cocktails and giggling amongst themselves and various men were looking them over, touching, fondling, and selecting from the vast fruit of this highly specialized market place.
"Well, we can stop looking right here, Lance," Tish said, seeing two very pretty young girls standing by what looked like a punch bowl.
"Yeah, but's let's check out the whole place. Let's see what kind of action goes down at Madame Deluge's," Lance suggested.
Tish nodded and they stepped back into the pastel corridor. They proceeded along. In the next room Tish saw that a restraint center had been established. There was a stockade as well as various leather tables of different sizes all with four corner posts and leather thongs for bondage. There was also a high A-frame with handcuffs placed so that a woman's arms and legs could be secured to the shape of the frame. In another corner of the room stood a barrel with thongs placed before and after it, again intended for bondage. There were no girls in this room but only this equipment.
"Well, now we know where we might take the two lucky girls," Tish said thoughtfully.
"Yes, let's go select them. Let's check out the rest of this place."
They walked into a room which was stark white. The walls were painted a pastel white and the only decor was white leather furniture. The huge thick white rug was spread across the floor. The room was free of people except for a Chinese girl who lounged naked on one of the leather couches. She looked at the curious couple and smiled.
"I'm here to serve you. My name is Susie," she said.
Lance looked at Tish. The red-head's eyes had raised in curiosity as soon as she saw the Oriental girl.
"Well, this looks interesting," Tish said, sitting close to Susie on the couch.
The Oriental girl had a long sweetly taut body. Her skin was a beautiful yellow tone and her breasts were high and perky. Her nipples were dark, plum-colored dots set perfectly on the mounds of her breasts and looked hopelessly inviting. Tish admired the dark halos that surrounded them. She looked into the Oriental girl's deep, dark eyes.
"My name is Tish and this is Lance," the red-head said.
"Pleased to meet you," Susie said. "What would you like me to do for you?"
"Well, actually this is our first time here and we're not acquainted...."
"Let me show you around," Susie said, interrupting Tish. "I know everything there is to know about this Madame Deluge's house of pleasure. I would be more than glad to make my knowledge yours."
"That's very kind of you," Tish said.
"Yes," Lance went on. "Perhaps you would like to be one of our girls."
"One of your girls? How many have you paid for?"
"Two," Tish said.
"Then, may I recommend my twin sister," Susie asked.
Both Tish and Lance broke out in wide smiles. This was more than they expected. This was true kink.
"By all means. Your sister will do just fine," Lance said earnestly.
"In which room would you like us to serve you in?" the Oriental girl asked innocently.
"Perhaps that room back there, the one with the stockade," Lance said.
"Oh, I see you really do want to be served. I mean I wasn't using the word' quite that literally."
"Well, use the word literally."
"Very well," Susie said. "Allow me to call the pastel lounge and see if Hillary is available."
The Oriental girl picked up the telephone and dialed three numbers. Lance and Tish watched as she paged her sister.
"Hillary. Meet us in the bondage room."
Susie hung up the phone and smiled at her new friends. She got to her feet.
"Let's go," she said, standing between them and putting her arms around each of theirs.
In the bondage room Hillary was already rubbing oil on her ankles and wrists. She knew from past experiences that the leather thongs could cause irritations. The girl was a professional prostitute. She knew the tricks of tricking and she knew how to preserve herself. It was one of the gifts she had inherited from her mother who had been a skilled hooker in San Francisco after arriving in this country.
Hillary and Susie were sisters indeed-and twins. At first Lance thought Susie was the most beautiful Oriental girl he had ever seen, but when he saw Hillary he realized that there was one that was just as beautiful. Of course she did look exactly like Susie.
Hillary was dressed but Susie quickly did away with the scant outfit that the girl was wearing and soon the two nude sisters were looking at their masters curiously to see what was to come.
"Shut the door," Lance said to Tish, and Tish immediately followed his instructions. The door was closed and bolted. Tish turned and faced the two Oriental girls.
"What would you like to do with them, Tish?" Lance asked.
"I have to think it over," Tish said.
Lance sat down on the couch.
"Good. Take your time. I'm going to watch for awhile. I want you to get them worked up for me and then I'll take over," Lance said. He dragged on his cigarette and appeared slightly bored but Tish could tell his act already. He was far from bored. His nerves were on fire and he wanted to begin this mad dose of pleasure as soon as possible.
Of course Tish felt the same way. It wasn't every day that she got to act our her fantasies on women and certainly not two beautiful twin sisters. Also, Tish wanted to impress on Lance that she was qualified to dominate. Lance had her pegged as a strong-willed woman and that was exactly what Tish wanted to be pegged as. But she didn't want it to stop there. She wanted Lance to see her being as strong as him. She knew the only way to impress something like that upon him would be to illustrate her prowess with mastery to illustrate that she too had the stature and command to move and manipulate a slave.
The room they were in contained two stockades and Lance saw very quickly what Tish was trying to do. She was trying to push the stockades together so that she could bind the two Oriental girls. Lance immediately helped Tish but as soon as the project was complete he returned to his couch and cigarette.
"All right, Susie and Hillary, bend down into the stockades, and I will secure you in place," Tish said.
The Oriental girls silently and solemnly did what they were told.
Tish walked quickly, securing the bolts on the stockade. In a matter of moments the two yellow-skinned girls were in place, their backs bent so that their heads and wrists could be secured in the old-fashioned puritan style stockade.
Lance looked at them. They looked exquisite. Their breasts were suspended perfectly from their long yellow bodies and their asses were both perked up towards the ceiling of the room.
Tish stood back admiring their wondrous bodies. She loved the fact that they were helpless, that they were in her control exclusively. She walked around them a few times strutting like a master. There were various props in the room: whips, paddles, and various leather gear. But Tish had no desire to use any of it at the moment. She wanted to spank these two. She decided to heat up the buns of their asses a little bit and make them writhe and dance and beg her to stop. Yes, that would be fun, the red-head mused.
But Lance had other ideas. He had come across a strap-on dildo and he threw it at the red-head.
"Put this on, Tish, and give it to one of those beautiful girls. I want to see you fucking one of them, either one, just make sure you get down on it," Lance suggested.
Tish picked up the strap-on and smiled as she placed it over her crotch. She fastened the belt in the back. It felt weird to look down and see the huge life-like cock protruding from her crotch. She put her hand on it as if it were a stick-shift. She lowered it down towards her knees and let it go and it popped back up making her laugh.
"Hey, look at this, will you?"
"Don't look at it. Use it," Lance suggested.
Tish walked behind the two Oriental girls and looked at their asses which were presented to her for her inspection.
The two girls remained silent even as Tish went over to them and examined then-buttocks with her fingers.
Tish, for one reason or the other, picked Susie to give it to first. She stood behind the Oriental girl. The first thing she did was take the long, dark hair of Susie's mane and pull it behind her shoulders where she fastened it in a pony-tail. This way the Oriental girl's skin would be visible. This way Tish and Lance would be able to observe the expression on the beautiful Oriental girl's face as Tish fucked her with a dildo.
"Give it to her," Lance said, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray and then picking up the cocktail he'd been sipping on. He watched as his red-headed bitch hooked a finger around Susie's torso and lowered it into her crotch.
"Mmmmmmmm," the Chinese girl moaned as Tish began manipulating her clitoris with her finger.
Lance almost applauded as the Chinese girl took off into a wild frenzy of passion. It was easy to see why this girl was a hooker. She was made to be manipulated, made to dance under a throbbing finger.
Tish enjoyed the way Susie responded to this clitoral manipulation and she continued to massage the girl's clicker until Susie had an orgasm, her body jerking and throbbing and writhing with pleasure.
When the pleasure peaked and passed, Susie was left sweating and glistening.
The red-head behind her continued to massage her clit, but softly now and at the same time she moved the moist pussy dew onto the foam cock using her slick fingers. In a few moments her foam dildo was ready for penetration. She had thought about fucking Susie's ass with the artificial dick but it would be just as much fun to screw pussy and Susie would enjoy it more. Pleasing Susie was an obvious kick. The girl rewarded whoever provided her with pleasure. She didn't do this intentionally but the sight of this beautiful Oriental girl gasping and groaning with pleasure was enough to give the benefactor an equal charge.
Tish aligned her dildo with the girl's cunt and began pushing.
"Ooohhhhh," Susie groaned as the life-like cock entered her pussy.
"I'm going to fuck you hard now, bitch!" Tish hissed between clenched teeth as she drove the foam dildo deep into the girl's cunt.
Mmmmm,' Susie groaned again, feeling the hot foam penetrate right into her.
Tish began going up and down furiously now and Hillary watching wild-eyed, pleaded with the red-head to slow down and take it easy, but Susie was not having any problems containing herself. In fact the Oriental girl looked like she was rather enjoying the hard fucking she was receiving from this red-head with her strap-on dildo.
Hillary watched with mounting fascination. It was strange to see her sister dancing and writhing, testing the confines of the stockade while that gorgeous red-head proceeded to slam it into her from the rear.
Hillary had felt excluded from the action and free to observe it but now Lance was approaching the twin sister and appraising her with hungry eyes. Hillary knew that it was just a matter of moments before she felt the taste of this master's hand on her skin.
The girl arched her back so that her buttocks would be inviting. She hoped that he would be gentle with her. Perhaps if she posed like a little flower he would treat her like one.
Lance observed the purposeful arch of her back and the way her perky buttocks pushed up. He admired the tautness of her cakes with a pinching hand and proceeded to knead the taut balls lovingly. He let his fingers slide into her dewy black delta.
The Oriental girl began to sizzle as he manipulated her clitoris. Lance could see at once that Hillary was a hot one. He loved the way her red lips parted, the way her pink tongue showed as she panted and hissed and rotated her hips as much as she could inside of the confines of the stockade.
"You're a sweet little bitch," Lance commented to the Oriental girl as he continued to work her up into a foaming passion.
He stood back and looked at her, at her glistening skin and jostling body. The girl's perky breasts were heaving now, even as they were suspended on her bosom.
Lance cupped the two breasts in his huge palm, feeling the taut fruit of her nipples harden in his hand. He fondled them gently but firmly, pushing them together, loving the way the very clearly defined cleavage formed on her chest.
Lance moved behind the girl and let his cock slide between the cheeks of her buttocks. He pushed the sweet cheeks together by clasping her around her waist and torso and pushing in.
"Mmmmm," he groaned, feeling the warm cakes of her buns pushing together on his throbbing cock. He slid his cock down past her ass and pussy until it was poking around her clitoris.
Lance moved low so that he could massage her clit with his human dildo.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned.
"I love those long yellow legs, bitch," he said, his hands moving from her knees to her upper thighs and up further to her smooth, silky hips which he clasped and held firmly.
"Mmmmmmm," he groaned. "I'm going to move it into you."
"Mmmm," she let out.
Lance let his cock kiss the lips of her pussy. He felt the heat from her cunt penetrating the head of his cock. He moved his dick into her about a half inch as she hissed and let her sweet carriage fully animate.
Lance did not waste time. As soon as he felt that her hot little pussy was moist enough to sink his dick into her, he proceeded to penetrate the entire length of his shaft inside her.
Her love glove was hot and snug. Lance gasped and committed himself to not shooting his load even though this sweet little Oriental girl had the snuggest cunt he had ever experienced in his entire life.
"Move those hips for me," he groaned.
He held onto her flanks and watched as the balls of her buttocks began to ascend and descend, first one and then the other.
It was like riding on a sweet female cloud and Lance closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling as her ass pounded against his underbelly. He let his hand stray down to her vagina and clitoris and continued to massage her from the front as he fucked her from the rear. That way her fucking was bound to be phenomenal.
The Oriental girl loved the way this man was fucking her. Rarely did a man ever concentrate his rhythmic abilites the way this one did. Up and down, in and out, without any fluctuation in his timing or penetration. It was splendid and predictable and so efficient that Hillary could barely contain herself. It was also exciting for her to be on the stockade. Most men got her on the stockade and slobbered all over her and usually it wasn't a pleasure to be bound. But with this man, Hillary realized why the stockade was present as a prop. This man knew how to exert himself over a helpless woman and make her actually enjoy it. That was a skill not many men could ever acquire. But he, whoever he was, certainly had that ability.
"Uuggghhhh," she groaned. "Mmmm."
Lance smiled, realizing that he was pleasing this sophisticated young hooker. He felt his cock throbbing in the soft tissues of her cunt. He knew he was going to come soon. He looked over at Tish who was still slamming it into Susie.
Lance couldn't help looking at Susie and thinking that the very beauty that she possessed was also under him in Hillary.
"Hillary, baby, I'm going to come now. I can't stand it for another minute," Lance said, watching Susie as he came in Hillary's cunt.
The Oriental girl shivered as the hot male sauce spurted into her pussy. She tightened her cunt around his throbbing cock in an effort to prolong his orgasm and make it more interesting and exciting to him.
Her effort worked. Lance gasped as he felt the warm female tissue of her pussy closing around his hard member.
"Oooooooohhhhhh," he groaned, his body shivering with mad gestures of passion. His sense of existence was focused on the hot spurts of jizz that erupted from his cock and filled the Oriental girl's hungry twat. She continued to contract her hot pussy around his dick until the last shot of hot jizz was out at which point the girl felt her own orgasm suddenly seize the pit of her genitals. She began moving furiously, wanting to take advantage of the hard cock that was stuffing her twat before it started to get soft.
Lance realized what she was doing and held his position firmly as she squeezed his dick mercilessly and with full abandon as the orgasm passed through her carriage.
But Lance was not one to deny a hardworking slave pleasure. He held his ground, even managing to pump it into her as she came.
"Oooohhhh," the Oriental girl let out as the pleasure clouded her nervous system and wracked through her brain. She was left shivering and panting as Lance backed up, sliding his cock out of her.
He stood over the Oriental girl now, watching her sweating, glistening body. Her nipples were taut and erect and her lips were pouting. Her eyes seemed incapable of focus and swollen and she appeared to be resting even in her bound position. Lance threw a towel over her and slowly undid the stockade from her wrists and ankles. He picked her up and dropped Hillary on the couch softly.
"You just rest for awhile and I'll get back to you, baby. You are queen for a day," he said, stroking her cheek with affection.
Lance turned and walked towards the other stockade where Tish was still screwing Susie.
Lance situated himself so that Susie was facing his cock-her lips just inches from his throbbing penis.
"Kiss it, Susie," he suggested, cupping her chin and holding her face up so she could look into his eyes.
The Oriental girl's beauty almost scared him. The sight of her eyes hitting his was amazingly traumatic. That much beauty looking right at him was scary.
"Suck on me, bitch!" he said.
The Oriental girl let her pink tongue circle the mushroom tip of his wang. She giggled as a pearl of hot lube appeared at the slit.
"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned, licking it off with her tongue.
"Ooohhhh," he gasped. He moved his hands behind her back and freed her long, black mane from the pony-tail it was clasped in. He spread her long hair over her shoulders and breasts as if it were a lush fabric.
"Mmmmmm," he let out as he moved closer to her mouth and she allowed his cock to penetrate her even more.
Susie was obviously enjoying the way Tish was fucking her. This enjoyment reflected in the way she sucked Lance's cock. She let her tongue flutter over the hard shaft. As her lips caressed him she occasionally bent her head low enough to suck his balls into her mouth. This delighted him so much that he proceeded to shoot spunk at once. The first few drops hit the girl's cheeks but then Lance moved quickly and got his cock back into her mouth.
"Suck it up, Susie," he commanded, watching as his balls slapped against her chin on each descending stroke. He saw her brows wrinkle as she struggled to contain the male sauce that was already pouring out of the corners of her mouth.
"Oh, you sweet bitch," he said, caressing her perky nipples and watching as she licked the hot passion from his cock.
Lance watched her swallow his cock, then he watched as she licked him off. He loved the way her high cheekbones were pulled taut as she took the huge phallus in her mouth one more time for a full-length sucking.
After a few moment of this Lance released her head and sat down on the couch. He allowed Tish to continue having her fun with the Oriental girl. He turned his attention to the girl's sister.
"Come here, Hillary, come here and sit on my lap."
Hillary saw what he wanted immediately. She began acting like a young schoolgirl sitting on his lap and pouting.
"Hillary, you see that red-headed bitch?" Lance asked the girl.
"Yes, I see her."
"She is as tough as they come, Hillary, as tough as they come."
Tish felt a spark of excitement as she heard that. She knew that from Lance such a statement was high praise.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was too late in the year to be a summer's night and yet it felt like one, even the breeze blowing off the lake seeming to contain an element of warmth. Tish stood on the veranda looking out over the water. She could see the stars clearly in the sky. She could see the reflection of the moon in the flowing aqua-face. She felt exhilirated and grand. She had made a decision. It was time to leave Lance and Lana. Yes, although she had certainly learned a great deal and enjoyed herself a great deal from her experiences with a master, it was time to move on. Tish realized things about herself now, things that she'd never understood before. For one thing, she realized that she preferred to be strong-willed. She did not want to be broken by a man. She knew that once a man had broken her spirit he would cease to value her in quite the same way he did before, and she wanted to be valued as a haughty, strong-willed bitch. That was the game she liked, the role she enjoyed. Lance let her play it of course, but only to a point. When you were around Lance, it was his movie that was going on and you either became a part of it or you kept your mouth shut. Well, that was all right up to now, but Tish knew that better things were in store for her. She was strong enough to set up her own household and to be her own runner and that was exactly how she wanted to play it. Of course she didn't have the details of her operation worked out. In fact she hardly knew what she was going to do next. But she was leaving this man. She certainly felt no anger towards him or anything like that; it was simply a question of inevitibility. She was either to allow herself to be subjugated by Lance or to find her own thing somewhere with her own slaves. It was the latter that Tish chose and although she had not discussed it with anyone it was now time to make her move.
She smoked a cigarette dreamily thinking about all the nights she'd stood on this veranda and seen the same moon reflecting off the water-the same stars shining triumphantly. Yes, she mused, she was going to miss the comforts of this world-the luxury, the security, and of course, the passionate sex. Yes, she was going to miss his domination because truly she had learned a great deal at his hands. And she would miss Lana, the sweet blonde, who allowed herself to be used and never complained. Of course Tish knew she had a good thing going. She had known that leaving was inevitable and yet she had not been anxious to leave until recently, until she had the made the decision to move soon.
Lance walked out on the veranda with a Sloe gin in each hand. He approached his lovely red-head and sat down beside her. He put the drinks on the round outdoor table beside a glowing candle and he smiled into her radiant blue eyes.
"How are you this evening, Tish?" he said.
She smelled the marijuana at once and turned to see that he was smoking a thin, dark, hand-rolled cigarette. The smell was absolutely heavenly and she extended her hand.
Lance handed her the reefer and closed his eyes as a dense cloud of rich smoke trailed out of his nostrils.
"Mmm," he groaned, "blessed shit.
"Yes, this is good," she said, handing him back the smoking joint.
"How are you this evening, Tish?"
"Thoughtful," she said. "I've been thinking about...."
"Thoughtful? If someone else would have asked me how Tish was this evening I would have said lovely," Lance said, smiling appreciatively.
Tish blushed. She had never been good at receiving compliments and from her master it seemed particularly effective. She looked down but then her eyes were upon his again. "I've decided to leave, Lance," she said evenly.
"What?" he said, his eyes widening.
"Don't be alarmed, I'm not going this moment. I intend to serve you well before I do go. But you see I must be on. It wouldn't be natural for me to stay here any longer. I've learned what I wanted to know about myself."
Lance looked sincerely wounded as he shook his head.
"But Tish, why don't you at least remain a few months and let me adjust to this idea?"
She smiled. "That won't do and you know it. You want me here and I want to be here but I have to move on. Please understand that I must follow my instincts and do what my heart tells me."
"I understand," he said, looking solemn. "I always knew you would do this one day."
"Yes, I know," she said, remembering what he had told her the day he had branded her buttocks.
"Well, I hope you'll be happy. You're always welcome to come back here, Tish."
"I know that," she said softly.
"When are you leaving?"
"I'm leaving in the morning. I want you to have one more night with me. I intend for that night to be a special occasion."
Lance looked at her, his lust mounting at once.
"Let me assure you of one thing, baby, and remember this even if you never see me again," he said honestly.
"Yes, what's that?" Tish inquired.
"The taming of Tish was no easy task," he said.
EPOLOGUE
The blue-eyed woman tossed her lush red mane behind her tanned shoulders and filled her nostrils with air lazily. The sun was pleasant on her face, although she didn't want to burn.
She stretched out on her blanket and opened the latch on her bikini, so that her breasts would tan and not remain white while the rest of her baked.
She applied cream to her face and placed a shaded cap over her eyes. A portable radio at her side, told her that it was raining in New York City, and although she was thousands of miles away in Aruba, this fact seemed astonishingly important.
She thought about Lance, her first great master. She reflected happily on the great difficulties she'd presented him with, in her haughty manner. Yes, it had all been fun. Not a boring moment.
She found herself reflecting on Lana. The dear blonde girl was probably still with her master, unable to leave his side. That was her problem, as well as the source of her charm. Tish thought it odd, that some people found themselves on one end of something, and others on the other.
Tish enjoyed submission, and really adored Lance. She'd never doubted that. But it was not the componant of her personality that she cherished most. What impressed Tish about herself was her wildness, her resistance to all control. That attitude was really just not compatable with Lance's lifestyle. It just didn't make it for her.. She missed him, but the truth was plain to her and she didn't like to muck it up with emotions.
She wondered if Lance was that calm and cool about the whole thing. More likely he wasn't. He was obsessed with his slave, and in a way she had power over him from the beginning. Not the power of the Warrior, perhaps, but certainly the power of the mythic Enchantress!
Yes, she was that, and it was the knowledge of that, perhaps, that gave her her independence.
A clear white cloud drifted slowly across the sky and blocked the sun for a moment. Tish felt the warm rays leaving her skin, and she raised her cap.
Jo was standing there, looking down at her. Jo-her latest man, or boy, would be more like it. An English hippy on vacation, and every bit the stud. But what attracted Tish to him that the flirting was over and they'd got down on each other, was the young man's splendid desire to be dominated by a strong-willed bitch.
Tish knew of such a bitch!
"Ducky, y'a should'nt be w'out y're big bra cups on the bloody beach," he said, looking down at her, staring openly at the perky buttons that capped her breasts.
"Come here and show me what else I shouldn't do on the beach," she said, opening her arms wide.
She could see the young man's reluctance, but Tish was hungry for his attentions and wanted to force him to wrestle with her even if he was conscious of the occassional passer-by.
"Suck my cunt, Jo. You've been a naughty boy and now you have to show me you're really a good boy!"
The logic seemed to appeal to him-or perhaps he was too weak to deny her a request. Her eyes were so unflinching, so forceful and directed.
Jo put a huge towel over his head as he parted the long sweet stalks of her legs. At leat that would cover him somewhat. It was better than nothing. If only it wasn't broad daylight!
Why did this new bitch have to be so demanding? His butt still stung from the way she'd spanked him the other night. And she'd insisted on tying him to the bedposts. That had been scary. But there was no saying no to her. She was too beautiful and she knew all about it. She "knew she could manipulate him.
At first he resented it, but then she employed her first trick-to reward him for obeying her. She'd sucked his prick and allowed him to French fuck her huge tits. That had pleased him so much he'd forgotten about his sore butt.
"Suck it, Jo, I can tell if you're only fooling. Get your tongue in my pussy, you big sweet stud!"
"Mmmmmmmmm," he groaned, loving the taste of her red-bushed bonnet. He parted the lips of her twat with his tongue and served her to the best of his ability.
"Oooo, put your finger in my ass," she implored, her hips humping hard on his hot mouth.
Tish closed her eyes as the orgasm hit the base of her crotch and spread through her nervous system like white lightening. She clutched at Jo's head. Tonight, in bed, she would reward this sweet young stud for serving her so hotly.
Her sweating thighs opened and Jo lifted his head out of her crotch, eyes dreamy and lidded. He rested his head on her big milky breasts and she stroked his cheek. All he wanted now, more than anything in the world, was the approval of his Tish. He would go to any lengths for her ... any lengths!!!!!
