THE USUAL WARNINGS:
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are
offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural acts, or if you are underage, don't read any
further.
This story is a fantasy. You have to loosen your clench on
reality a little when you read it. As is the case with
most stories in this newsgroup, in this story all the women
are beautiful; gravity has never touched their breasts nor
wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the hero in this
story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted
pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word. Most of all,
strength of character doesn’t stand a chance against any
erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance. This
is a tale in which physical acts and human responses are
not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some
acts and responses in this story may be physically
impossible or physiologically improbable. That being said,
stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.
This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of
consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the things
described in this story. You will injure yourself or your
partner. Or be arrested, or shot by her father....
If you are under 18 years of age, go away. This story will
burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.
If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where
you are, go away.
By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for
any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that
result from reading this story.
You have been warned!
If you’re going to repost this, give me credit for it. If
you’re going to charge for others to read this, give me
credit and some money, too. Fair’s fair, no?
That said, enjoy!....?
NightShade
The President's Club, Chapter 15
by NightShade
first posted 4/97, revised 4/99
It was several months later that Sandi asked Karin to do a
special session with her. They didn’t do these special
sessions often. They tended to last a long time, and both
were drained emotionally, sexually and physically at the
end of one of them. By tacit agreement, they didn’t happen
often. And that helped keep that special flavor to them.
Sandi didn't give a reason for why she thought now would be
a good time for a special session, but hinted she had a
surprise. Karin wasn't really in the mood, but her friend
was persuasive. Since the instigator was the ‘top’ in
these sessions, Karin knew that all she had to do was show
up, at least initially. And it had been a long time.…
Sandi had acquired a new restraint system for this session.
The shrouded shapeless pile of equipment got several covert
glances from Karin as Sandi slowly and teasingly prepared
her for the session. She deliberated over each item of
clothing she stripped from the passive Karin, stroking and
petting each new area of exposed skin as she did, slowly
bringing the pot to boil.
Karin was now in the mood, i.e. horny and naked. Sandi
moved her to the center of the large basement dungeon. She
had pushed the bondage frame that was usually in the center
up against the wall. First she placed a thick leather belt
around Karin’s calves, binding them tightly together. When
it was securely in place, there were two small wide cuffs
on each side on the outsides of her calves.
With a teasing look directly into her eyes, Sandi put her
hands on her friend’s shoulders and urged her to her knees.
She then pushed backwards on her shoulders until Karin
toppled back. Sandi caught her and broke her fall. She
laid her gently on her back, her legs bent back under her.
Taking one wrist, Sandi pulled it down past the cuff on the
calf belt until she could fasten the cuff tightly around
her upper arm. Repeating that binding with the other arm
left Karin arched in a painful bow on the floor, resting on
her knees, shins, shoulders, and the back of her neck. Two
additional straps fastened Karin's ankles to her upper arms
right next to her armpits. A short spreader bar between
her knees kept her knees spread apart, exposing her cunt to
the open air. Metal fasteners from the D-rings in the
straps were secured to rings set into the floor. That
ensured she wouldn't tip over. Sandi looked the captive
woman over carefully, until she was satisfied. Grinning at
her friend with a mischievous, evil smile, they both knew
Karin wasn't going anywhere.
Sandi stuffed a cushion under her shoulders, relieving some
of the strain on Karin's neck.
"That better?"
"Yes." Karin was beginning to feel the tremors of
anticipation. She was terribly exposed in this position,
the skin of her belly stretched tight.
Sandi went over to the wall and selected a long buggy whip
from the wall. It was one of the cruelest whips
imaginable, especially when used on human flesh. The two
women had it gotten for decoration only, not to use. It’s
visual impact was enough.
Sandi liked the sound it made as it swished and cracked and
snapped in the air. For what she wanted tonight, sound was
all she needed. At first, anyway. She looped the wrist
strap around her wrist and pulled it tight. She didn’t
want any accidents with this weapon.
SNAP. Sandi let the long flexible whip crack just above
Karin’s exposed stomach, then settle softly on the
untouched skin. The sensation was almost the same as a
hard slash. Adrenaline coursed through both women’s
systems.
"I had my Annual Performance Review today," Sandi started
out casually.
"Oh, really? How was it?" Karin thought it was strange to
talk about something they would normally discuss over a
glass of wine, but what the hell, she wasn't going
anywhere. Actually, Karin now realized it was odd that she
wasn’t gagged. Normally there was no talking. They didn’t
need verbal abuse to get excited.
Sandi was silent for a moment. When she did speak, it was
with the quiet intensity of a person who was extremely
angry. It was all an act, but she had had plenty of
practice in her job. Good Cop, Bad Cop and all. "How dare
you play with my career like a snot-nosed high school
girl?" The whip snapped several times around the bound
woman in emphasis.
Karin's blood froze. She had discovered her meddling.
"OH, SANDI," she wailed. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to
help..."
"So I couldn't do it by myself? Is that what you thought?
You little BITCH!"
"NO, NO, NO. I just wanted you to be happy. I did it for
you."
All this time, Sandi had been striding back and forth just
inside Karin's field of vision. She brought the whip down
several times on the floor, each time with a loud slap.
She watched Karin's taut body tense with each slap. She
was just getting ready to let Karin in on the joke and that
she had known from the beginning that Karin was meddling,
when she tripped. Her high heel caught on something and
she started to fall.
Forgetting about the whip, she put out her hand to catch
herself. She didn’t want to land on Karin while she was
tied so rigidly. The additional weight could injure her
neck, possibly seriously. The wrist strap kept the whip in
her hand as she caught herself, and the heavy shaft of the
whip came down with great force across the soft tender skin
of Karin's lower stomach.
Sandi didn't understand the scream she heard until she saw
the blood oozing from the cut the whip had made.
"Oh Karin, Honey, I'm sorry. It was an accident."
Karin turned her head away from the woman and closed her
eyes, steeling herself for another blow. She flinched at
the very touch of Sandi's fingers. Sandi fumbled with the
buckles and straps not being able to get them off of Karin
fast enough. She got her to her feet and helped Karin into
the bathroom they had installed in the cellar. There, she
treated the cut with alcohol and a soft compress. She
helped Karin upstairs to her bed and laid her down.
Karin said nothing the whole time. She wouldn't even look
at Sandi.
Karin felt betrayed. Her friend, her lover, had struck her
in anger. She had tricked her and savagely beat her. She
didn't trust her anymore. She had lost another lover and
she was all-alone again. She withdrew into herself and
wept invisible tears.
Sandi was devastated as well. She knew she was a good
actress and that Karin hadn't known she was joking with
her. She saw the empty look in Karin's eyes and it pierced
her to her heart. She sat by Karin's bed all night
watching the tortured sleep of her forlorn friend. She
stayed by her bed all the next day and the next night, as
well. Karin didn't move or speak. Sandi changed the
dressings on the cut and made sure there would be no
infection.
The second day, Karin spoke to her in a dull lifeless
voice. "I'll be OK. You need some sleep."
Sandi burst out crying. She had held off until now, but
now the flood started and she wailed and begged for
forgiveness.
Karin felt a twinge of sadness for her friend. She
realized now it had been an accident, but it shouldn't even
have happened. The aggressor had to be in control. She
couldn't completely trust Sandi anymore, not in that
special way. She would miss that.
Karin reached out a hand for Sandi's hand. "It's OK. I
forgive you, Sandi. But … never again."
Those words thrilled Sandi and cut her to the quick at the
same time. She bent down and kissed Karin’s hand. "I got
promoted. To Captain. It's about five years early. The
Commissioner said that I am in line to be the first female
Commissioner in the city's history." She pulled a small
box from her blouse pocket. "I'm sorry I spoiled the
surprise. It was supposed to be a surprise for you for all
your help. I couldn't have done it without you. You have
to know that."
"I didn't know you felt that way," Karin replied. She took
the offered gift. "Thank you." She paused. "How did you
find out I helped get you the job?"
Sandi paused. "I'm a cop, Karin. Our careers are fixed in
stone from the day we leave the Academy, unless we screw up
or solve the Mother of all crimes. I had done neither.
Therefore, someone had to have helped me. You're the only
one who cared enough to help."
"Oh.” She thought a minute. “Why didn't you say
something?"
"You were having too much fun enjoying your little secret.
I didn't want to spoil it for you." Tears welled up in
Sandi's eyes. "I'm sorry I spoiled it for you now."
Karin reached up and pulled her tired friend into the bed
with her. Sandi snuggled into her side and cried herself
to sleep. Karin stroked her hair and pondered the loss of
the innocence between them. She wondered if they would
ever get it back or if it was something that, once lost,
was gone forever.
Sandi never raised the subject of restraint or pain again,
although she was surprised when Karin continued to hostess
the Special Assignments with her and Ben with as much care
and attention as before. She realized the depth of the
love Karin had for her and the pain she must have caused
her.
The gift box sat unopened on her dressing table for a long
time. Sandi and Karin continued to share each other's beds
regularly, but now they were separate people looking for
different things.
The small box caught Karin's attention one afternoon while
Sandi was out. She picked it up and turned it over in her
hand. There was a slight rattle inside. She opened it up
and saw a beautiful diamond name plate on a necklace. On
one side was the word 'Karin' and on the other 'Sam.' It
must have cost several thousand dollars with all the
diamonds on it. She was touched.
She picked it up and tried it on. To her surprise, it
didn't even go half way around her neck. Maybe it was
supposed to be a bracelet. Nope. Too big. Karin was
stumped. She looked at the ends closer and saw they both
had sliding latches.
It hit her suddenly and she giggled. She pulled up her top
and hooked one latch to the gold ring on her right nipple.
She pulled the chain over to attach it to the other ring.
It didn't quite reach and she had to pull both nipples in
towards the middle. The latch slid securely closed over
the second ring. Her tits looked a little cross-eyed in
the mirror, but the effect on her nipples was incredible.
It was like an electric shock with every move, each breath.
She gave a little bounce and experienced a mild climax.
Pulling her top down over her cross-eyed tits, she waited
impatiently until Sandi got home. A happier Karin rushed
to Sandi's arms and kissed her when she came in the door.
"Well, 'Hi Honey I'm home' to you, too, lover," she
laughed.
"It's beautiful. The chain. Thank you."
"You like it?"
"Yes."
"Does it...?"
"Ooooohhhhh yyyeeesss!"
Sandi was silent. "I want some rings, too."
Now Karin was silent. "Sam. Sam can't help. Maybe Ben?"
"Ben? You won’t…" She stopped at the look of pain in her
friends eyes.
"I could help him, show him how...?"
"Do you think I should?"
"If you want it."
Sandi nodded. It was settled.
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The next Special Assignment was not only hosted by Karin
but directed by her, too. Sandi was already strung up in
the dungeon when Ben arrived. Her tits were to be the
focus of this session and they were prominently on display,
forced out and up by a special corset with high half cups
underneath her breasts.
Ben came in and whistled. He turned, expecting Karin to
leave, but she didn't leave. Instead she handed him a
sturdy whip.
"Her tits only, today."
He nodded silently and complied. Her tits were a rosy hue
when he was done with the whip.
Karin handed him another, stiffer whip. He looked at her
questioningly. She nodded curtly for him to proceed.
Again he complied. With vigor. If this was what his love
wanted, he would do it.
A third whip turned her breasts into two inflamed masses of
tissue. He turned to Karin. She handed him something
else, which he mistook as another whip.
"No. No more. I won't do it. And I won't let you,
either." He made a move to protect Sandi.
"It's not a whip, Ben. She wants you to put your mark on
her. Like my love did to me."
Karin brushed her blouse aside and exposed the tiny gold
ring.
Ben blushed at her nakedness and looked away. It was too
personal.
He took the piercer from her hand. His hand trembled
slightly as he hefted it, feeling its weight in his hand.
He took a deep breath and steeled himself. "Give me a
ring."
Karin handed him one.
He walked over and held up the ring so Sandi could see.
"Lady X, my love, is this what you want?"
The hooded head nodded 'Yes.'"
Ben held the piercer up to the erect nipple closest to him.
He didn't wait and terrorize her, but squeezed it quickly.
The scream could be heard clearly through the gag and the
hood. He gasped at the sounds he heard coming from her.
He paled at her pain. This was more than he wanted to do.
He slipped the gold ring through the fresh hole. He
glanced at Karin for support. She nodded.
He repeated the procedure on the other nipple. After
slipping the ring on her other nipple, he had to excuse
himself. He went out into the bathroom outside and threw
up. Karin waited patiently for him to get back. Sandi was
half-delirious and had not noticed his absence. Karin
would never tell her. But she thought it was touching, if
wimpy. Sam had not vomited, she thought proudly.
Ben slipped back in the dungeon quietly. Karin smiled at
him and indicated the dazed Lady X. He nodded his thanks.
"Is that all?"
"Not quite."
"Somehow, I didn't think so."
Karin explained what else was needed. Ben started to bolt
for the door.
"Ben!"
He turned.
"This was her idea, not mine."
He waited.
"Please, Ben. For her."
He nodded, reluctantly. "You better be telling me the
truth, or I swear I'll rip your tits off by those rings."
Karin held her hands out to him in a submissive gesture.
"I will stay by your side until you are convinced of her
happiness. You may bind me if you wish." She waited, her
hands held quietly in front of her, palms together.
Ben shook his head. He took the hot iron Karin had
prepared and placed a drop of solder, one on the split in
each ring, sealing them shut. He was crying as he did it.
They let down the newly ringed woman together. Karin
applied an alcohol wipe to both wounds to prevent
infection. Sandi lay recovering on the dungeon floor. She
looked at the two anxious faces peering down at her. She
touched the tips of her breasts lightly. She felt the
rings. A shudder ran through her body.
She took Ben's hands in hers and placed them lightly over
her tits. She emphatically nodded her head 'Yes'.
He looked at Karin, nodded and motioned for her to leave
them alone.
Before she left, she whispered to him, "Be gentle with
them, but don't ignore them, or she'll hate you. ...Good
luck, lover boy."
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THE USUAL WARNINGS:
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you are
offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this type
of material is illegal where you are, don't read any
further.
This is a fantasy. You will have to loosen your clench on
reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in which
physical acts and human responses are not limited to, nor
necessarily based in, reality. Some acts and responses in
this story may be physically impossible and/or
physiologically improbable.
Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful;
gorgeous, even. Gravity has not caused their breasts to
droop nor have creased wrinkles their unblemished faces.
The men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will. In
this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, morals,
or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt is a four-letter word.
But most important of all, no amount of strength of
character, courage of convictions or moral beliefs stands a
chance against an erotic stimulus. This can be as benign
as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle or as stimulating
as a whipping on the genitals.
For those of you who didn’t understand the preceding
statements, GO AWAY!
This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of
consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the things
described in this story. You will injure yourself or your
partner. Or be arrested, or shot by her father....
If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY! This story will
burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.
If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where
you are, GO AWAY!
By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for
any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that
result from reading this story. If you don’t, GO AWAY!
You have been warned!
If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on a
<free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for it.
So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy the
story!....?
NightShade
The President's Club, Chapter 16
by NightShade
first posted 4/97, revised 6/99
Sandi's new promotion vaulted her into the city’s social
stratosphere. She hobnobbed with rich and famous people on
a regular basis now. Her date/escort on these occasions
was the young handsome Officer Ben Johnson, much to his
embarrassment. The evening gowns and dresses his boss wore
on these occasions showed way too much of her voluptuous
body for him not to notice her beautiful figure. He
confessed his troublesome thoughts to his silent love, Lady
X. He told her that he was beginning to have lusting
thoughts for his boss.
He didn't notice the correlation, but after each
confession, the clothing his boss wore was even more
revealing. The constant swirl of parties and dances was a
complete nightmare for him. But in the end, it was his
salvation.
It was the annual masquerade ball, a huge charity event,
that was the downfall of Lady X.
Sandi had arrived early, Ben later. He insisted that he
only needed to escort her, not be her transportation, as a
real date would be. It also limited the amount of time he
was alone with her, and he was to the point of not being
able to control himself. Sandi thought it was sweet that
he wanted to be true to his Lady X. But what she really
wanted was for him to ravish her, and she had never failed
yet.
When Ben entered the gala event, he dutifully scanned the
crowded floor for his boss. Suddenly, his heart stopped.
She was here. His Lady X. He would know that body
anywhere. All thoughts of finding his boss were gone. He
walk on air over to her. She was talking with some people
when he walk up.
She saw him and turned. "Why, here's Ben now. Ben, you
forgot your mask!" She smiled up at him with her eyes,
those eyes he had gazed into so often behind her leather
hood.
Dumbfounded, he mechanically slipped his mask to his face.
His boss was Lady X. He was positive, no mistake. But
why?..how? Ben had always thought fast on his feet. He
decided, in an instant, to go on the offensive.
He offered her an elegant bow. "Why, madam, I don't think
I have the pleasure of your acquaintance. Would you, by
chance, be the mysterious Lady X?"
The on-lookers laughed appreciatively at his wit, although
they didn't know how deep the shock had hit Captain
Billings.
She nodded numbly.
"Then lovely Lady X, may I have the pleasure of this
dance?"
Not giving her a chance to respond - and per chance to
refuse - he grasped her hand firmly and pulled/dragged her
to the dance floor. She didn't refuse, nor did she
respond. She was stunned.
Suddenly Sandi realized what it was. The mask! Of course,
the mask! She sagged in defeat. Her career was over. She
would loose it all. All her planning, all her sessions
with Ben, all her love. Lost!
She staggered. Ben, the gallant partner, caught her
gracefully under the arms and swept her to him in an
extravagant maneuver, still playing to the crowd. They
were still watching, always watching, smiling at the two
lovers.
That everyone knew they were lovers was common knowledge.
That everyone was wrong, but, in a way, right, was
irrelevant. Everyone was still watching.
"Come on, Cap'n, work with me!" he whispered. His use of
her title snapped her to her senses. She looked up at him
and gave him a weak smile. She did an elegant spin at his
command, and re-entered his open arms.
"It was the mask," she stated.
"Uh-huh," he said.
"What are we going to do?"
"We? I don't know about you, but I'm going to enjoy this
dance with my Captain, my partner, and wait impatiently for
my next Special Assignment. What are you going to do?"
"Oh, Ben. Ben. Ben. I love you so. I.."
"Sssshhhh. Not here. Don't blow it now, ma'am."
She clung to him, grabbing desperately at the lifeline she
had thrown him. The first dance moved into the second and
then a third. They danced all night, and never noticed the
approving, and envious, glances of the crowd.
That night Ben slept with his real love for the first time.
They made normal, passionate love. Karin heard the noise
in the next room and froze when she heard the screams of
BEN, BEN, BEN. She waited for the angry yelling, but none
came. An awful feeling came over her.
She peeked through the crack of the door and saw her friend
riding high in the saddle, sliding up and down on Ben's
solid prick. She closed the door quietly and smiled to
herself. Sandi was happy at last. She would work the
details out later.
It was also at one of those high-class social gatherings
that Sandi heard the first whispers of the upcoming annual
President's Ball. The mention of that event electrified
her. If she could find the event, she could find the
elusive Sam Adams. Her heart in her throat, she began
using all her investigative skills to ferret out the
information she needed. She succeeded.
---------------------------------------------
Abby was sitting at her desk when she visited by a Captain
Billings from the Police Commissioner's Office. A flash of
the badge proved the identity of the caller.
"The president is out of the office until next week,
Captain Billings."
"That's OK. I just need some information about a person
I'm trying to locate."
"Sure, anything I can do to help."
"Have you worked here long?"
"About 10 years."
"How long have you worked for the president?"
"The whole time."
Sandi looked at the young woman. She must have gone right
to the top in a hurry. "What can you tell me about the
President's Ball that's going on next week."
Abby paled. No one outside of a very small group knew
about the Ball. The policewoman's question scared her.
She stiffened visibly. "Is this official business?"
Sandi hesitated. "No," she confessed. She looked around
the open office. "Can we go somewhere and talk privately?"
Abby pushed a button on her phone to hold her calls.
"Follow me."
She led Sandi to a quiet conference room down the hall and
closed the door behind her. Sitting down, she motioned for
Sandi to take a seat.
Sandi continued. "A dear friend - my best friend - met a
man at the Ball several years ago and has been devastated
since. I would like to see if I could get the two of them
back together. If both parties agree, of course."
Abby grinned. Another broken heart story. It happened
every year. Which was why the men used aliases.
Sandi went on. "I'm trying to reach a man who used the
name 'Sam Adams.' I was hoping you could get in touch with
him."
Sandi had seen Abby's reaction to the mention of Sam's
name. Abby had reached up to touch the tip of her nipples
in a gesture similar to Karin's and her own since she had
gotten her nipple rings. "Eureka!" thought Sandi.
--------------------------------------------
The mention of Sam brought a twinge to Abby's pierced
nipples. She had met Sam just over 10 years ago - at the
President's Ball. She had agreed ahead of time to the
bondage and pain that followed, because she had been
attracted to the man and because she was young and reckless
and wanted to try it.
They had gone to the cabin in the mountains and she had
gotten her golden rings. But there had been no spark, no
chemistry, between them and, handsome and sexy as he was,
Abby would not marry without love. She had not minded the
pain, but had not repeated the visit to the cabin. He had
hired her immediately because he could trust her to tell
him the truth. She always had.
She had kept the rings, too. At least, until she got
engaged. She smiled to herself. When they were dating
prior to her engagement, her husband, Eric, had been beside
himself to feel her tits and to get her into bed. She
always said 'No'. She didn't want him to see the rings and
have to explain them. She would have told him the truth
and it would have killed him.
She even had to knee him in the groin once to cool him off.
Then she had immediately dropped to her knees and sucked
him off for the first time to make up for her kneeing him.
She giggled at the memory. Her poor baby was so confused
at her actions. She had continued to suck him at every
opportunity, still did, in fact, and he quit trying to
force her into bed. He still tried, but he respected her
when she declined. Getting a first-class blow job as a
refusal probably helped keep him interested.
Unintentionally playing hard to get accelerated his
proposal for marriage. When it came, she made him wait 24
hours for her answer. That made her even more mysterious
and intriguing to him.
She had gone into her boss' office early the next morning
and closed the door. She sat in the chair across from his
desk. He looked up smiling, and immediately came to sit
beside her. He was a very sensitive man and sensed
something was bothering her.
"I want to get married."
"Why, Abby, that's wonderful. It's Eric, right?"
She nodded her head.
"What's the problem?”
"I still have the rings you gave me."
"Oh, I see. Does Eric know?"
"He's never even seen them."
"Ah, I see better. And how can I help?"
"I need to ask you if I may take them off."
"Abby, I'm touched. Very touched. But, of course you may.
Your heart belongs to another now. I have no claim on
you."
Abby looked up at the handsome man. "Yes, you do. You
always will."
He leaned over and kissed her gently. Rising, he went
behind his desk and got a jeweler's tool to clip delicate
wires. He held them out to her.
She shook her head. "Would you do it?"
She opened her blouse and lifted her tits up to him. He
clipped first one ring and bent it slightly. It slipped
easily from the hole. He repeated the process on the other
ring.
When he finished he continued to stare at the lovely
breasts of his loyal secretary. Bending down, he placed a
chaste kiss on the very tip of each. Looking up, he kissed
away the tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Thank you, Abby. I will always cherish these and the
memories they symbolize."
He placed the rings carefully in a jewelry box and put it
in his pocket.
"God, I feel naked." She looked down at her bare tits,
unadorned with rings for the first time in several years.
"You almost are!"
"You know what I mean!" She giggled as she covered herself
back up.
She had told Eric 'Yes' that night and had dragged him to
bed. He couldn't believe her change in attitude or her
enormous appetite for sex. When he noticed her pierced,
but ringless, nipples, he went wild. Something about them
turned him on. Every time he saw, touched or thought about
those tiny little holes, he got very hard and fucked her
hard even harder. Even after they had been married for a
couple of years they still turned him on.
Abby was delighted. Eric assumed her pierced nipples were
a holdover from her wild college days and he never asked
her about them. She never told him differently. On their
first anniversary, he brought her a small silver heart.
For her left nipple. A heart for her heart
She made him solder it on himself. The poor baby was so
scared he would hurt her, he actually did. A little. The
pain made it just a little more special.
That night they fucked all night. Eric never got soft.
The next day he came home at lunch and they fucked again.
And then again that night. And the next lunch and so on.
For several weeks. After that, all she had to do was to
wear a tight top with no bra that showed the heart poking
through the fabric and Eric would screw her silly.
The next anniversary, she got him one. When he opened the
box and saw what it was, he paled visibly. Swallowing, he
said a weak 'Thank You' and tried to put it down.
Abby held up a piercing tool she had borrowed and gave him
a wicked grin.
"Oh, I'm so glad you like it. We can do it now!"
It took a half of a bottle of scotch, which she had also
thoughtfully purchased ahead of time, and much cajoling
before he bared his chest to the tool. She didn't waste
time, but plunged it through and through before he realized
what was going on.
When he saw the blood, and finally felt the pain, he
fainted dead away. But she was proud that he didn't
scream. She heated the soldering iron and sealed the heart
after she had looped it through the hole. He was still
passed out.
He found his ring as erotic as hers. He needed only to
touch it, or brush up against something to get hard. And
then he would fuck her hard. She loved it.
Several days later Eric came in visibly upset. He had been
playing basketball at the gym and was on the ‘skins’ team.
The tiny heart had caused a near riot. First the guys
razzed him. One guy got a fat lip when he went a little
too far and called him gay. They all knew Abby and all the
other wives and girlfriends, too.
Finally, he had had to explain about her ring and his.
This was his commitment to his wife, as he explained it.
Eric didn't understand why his wife started crying, but he
enjoyed what she did for him afterwards with her mouth.
And with her pussy and her asshole later that night. She
was a mad horny woman, suddenly.
Abby had received the first curious call a couple of days
later. One of the guy’s wives wanted to know if it was
true, did it hurt, could she see it....
Abby laughed as she remembered the calls. Each one of the
team’s wives or girlfriends had come over in turn, looked
and eventually ended up in bed with Abby. Nothing serious,
just good sex between girls. And all of them got pierced
and came back to show her. And ended up in bed again.
Some came back quite a few times.
Abby told Eric about all of them. It excited him almost as
much as the rings did. He told her when the next heart
showed up on the basketball court, and then the others.
The guys just grinned at her when they saw her now and
reflexively touched their own rings.
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"Abby!"
Sandi's voice brought her back out of her trip down memory
lane. She blushed.
"Abby, do you know who Sam is?"
She nodded that she did.
"Could you ask him if he would agree to meet Karin
Saunders?"
"KARIN!?" Abby’s eyes were wide and she paled noticibly.
"Oh! Do you know her?"
"I, uh, I thought she was arrested for murder and was in
prison. That's what I told him."
"Someone else did it."
"Oh God. Oh shit! Damn. I really fucked up! He, Sam,
has been a miserable wreck since then, too. He hasn't
dated or even flirted. Some times I have to check his
breath with a mirror to see if he's alive. It's like he's
not here, but he is, you know?"
"I know exactly. No spark left, listless, half a person,
yada-yada-yada. Karin is the same way most of the time.
She thinks Sam abandon her."
"Oh, no! Never! She must have been special. Oh, Go, I
really messed up big time! But what can I do to help?"
Sandi and Abby grinned as they both realized at the same
time that they had all the pieces to a small, but difficult
puzzle. They immediately put their heads together to begin
planning a special reunion for the two forlorn lovers.
Hell itself couldn't have stopped these two female cupids
as they plotted to get their respective friends back
together.
Abby suddenly had several calls to make.
Sandi called Sally, Karin's secretary.
The plot had begun.
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Karin was lunching today with her banker to discuss
preparations for expanding to the international market and
needed to confirm the letters of credit and the bank's
support of the move. Sally had set this meeting up with
the president of the bank himself, and Karin was nervous.
She was still uncomfortable around lots of money. Even if
it was hers.
She sat in the waiting room nervously tapping her foot.
She hadn't gotten around much after she started working.
New buildings and places unsettled her. And Sally’s
attitude today! She felt like she had been on inspection
before Sally would let her go. She had even asked her if
she had on clean underwear! What nerve!
The secretary buzzed the president. "The CEO of Saunders,
Inc. to see you, sir."
"Show him in, please, Abby."
The secretary smirked at the small joke she was playing on
her boss. She was going to love to see his face when he
saw this beautiful young woman walk into his office instead
of an old man. "This way, please."
She led Karin down to a huge door at the end of the
hallway. She pushed open the door and walked in, shielding
Karin from the man. She was just getting ready to
introduce them when he froze. Karin had stepped into full
view and his face looked like he had seen a ghost. He
stood, the blood draining from his face, his mouth working
but no sound coming out.
She heard a small strangled cry behind her. Karin had seen
her boss and stopped short. She had reflexively raised up
her hand to caress the tips of her breasts. And she had
called out “Sam,” except it came out stangled.
"Oh, to be a fly on the wall right now!," Abby wished. It
didn't come true, of course. Sensing retreat was the best
thing to do, she silently closed the door securely and
walked down the hall to her desk. She had a million things
to do. Add another name to the guest list, cancel the rest
of the appointments for ‘His Nibs’ but first she had to
make that call to Jacki's Boutique. She dialed the stylish
boutique on the first floor of the building.
"Jacki, this is Abby in the bank. I need something special
for the Ball tonight. ... No, not for me, once was enough.
... Oh, she's about 6 foot tall. ... Believe me, you'll
have to send up your best stuff. This lady will outshine
anything you have in the store. Perfect face, perfect
body. ... The whole works, dress, necklace, shoes. ... Size
7 or 8. ... I trust you, Jacki. ... Oh, and throw in a pair
of hiking boots and pair of shorts and a top. I have a
feeling they'll be going to the cabin. ...Yeah, first time
in a year! ... No, no underwear. I don't think she's going
to need it. ... Well, they're in conference now, so around
6:00? ... Yeah, that kind of 'conference'. ... What? Oh,
charge it to Peter Jones. He'll never notice."
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Karin looked down at the name plate on the desk. "You're
Peter Jones. I never knew your name."
He paled. "Karin…" he started.
"You didn't call."
"I tried. They said Bill, your husband, was dead –
murdered. They said you were in prison. I was away in
Hong Kong and my secretary tried to get in touch with you
the next day. The last I heard was that you were arrested
for his murder. I should have tried harder, but I couldn’t
get away, get back. I have been miserable without you. I
didn't know K. Saunders was you. By the way, this is very
impressive!," he said, lifting up the sheaf of research
papers on his desk.
She stood rooted to the spot. Tears streamed down her
face. She had found him. But would he still want her?
"Karin, come here."
She brightened, smiling through her tears. She walked over
to stand in front of him. He looked down at her as if
considering something. He leaned over to the intercom and
pushed button. "Abby, cancel the rest of my day."
"I already have, sir."
Peter walked over to the double doors and locked them. He
crossed back to Karin and took her in his arms. They
kissed deeply. As they kissed she quietly unbuttoned her
blouse. She pulled the edges back to expose her bare
breasts to his starched shirt and tucked it in her waist
band to keep it out of the way. When she was done she
threw her arms around his neck. She hung on like a
drowning person to a life ring. She looked up into his
eyes and smiled through her tears.
"I love you, Peter Jones/ Sam Adams. I want to be with
you."
"Karin, do you remember the night we met? The President's
Ball?"
"Yes."
"It's tonight. Would you like to go? I'm the host member
this year. Since I was gone for the last one, they
rescheduled me."
His fingers found her bare breasts and he smiled down at
her. A shiver ran through her as he fingered the gold
rings. He pulled gently on them, stretching her tits as
they talked. He felt the chain connecting them and pulled
back to look at it. He nodded his approval as he tugged it
lightly.
"Ooohhh Sssam. With you?"
"Yes and no."
"What do you - OOOHHHHH - mean?"
"You're a CEO now. You'll have to go as a member, not a
date."
"Oh. OOOOHHHH YYEESS!"
She thought about it for a while during the erotic
stimulation of her nipples.
"Can a member dance with the host?"
"It hasn't happened up until now, but there isn't a rule
against it"
She tightened her grip around his neck. He twisted the
tips of her tits and she panted into his collar. Business
was forgotten.
"What are the rules?," she asked when she caught her
breath.
He explained them all, even the ones about the prize for
the best looking date and the percentage for the host for
all contract signed at the ball.
"Sounds pretty sexist to me." But she had immediately
thought of Sandi. Shit, would the rats run for cover if
she brought a cop as a date! And there was the new girl in
Finance that had caught her eye. She could win a prize,
with a little help. Might be fun to get her into the
dungeon afterwards, too....
She paused to think a minute and made a decision. "I'm in,
but the first man who calls me a lesbian for trying to win
the prize will be eating his balls for breakfast. Let
everyone know that, OK?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"Any other rules?"
"No, Ma'am!"
She punched him playfully and then let her hands wander to
his stiff prick.
"Can I be naughty tonight?"
"No. It wouldn't be appropriate as a member. Besides, I'd
- Ooohhh, yes! -get jealous."
She giggled.
"Who shall I be?"
"How about Geraldine Ferraro?, the Democratic VP nomination
a while ago. She made it the farthest."
" 'Gerri'. I like it."
She was quiet, but her hands were working at breakneck
speed.
"Will 'Sam' be there?"
"Yes. OOHH Damn, that's good!"
"Can Sam and Gerri go to the cabin?"
"As soon as the ball is over, but it's a long way up there.
I don't know that Sam could wait."
"That's OK. I've got a, uh, dungeon in my basement."
He pulled back to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Well
equipped?”
“Not as well equipped as you are, but it’s adequate.”
“Close?”
“Five minutes.”
"Then ‘Sam’ and ‘Gerri’ will go there first, then the
cabin."
"Will he spank her.?'
"Yes."
"Hard?"
"Yes."
"Will he tie her up?"
"Yes."
"Tight?"
"Yes."
"The way she likes?"
"Yes."
"Will he fuck her?"
"Yes, Ma’am!."
"Hard?"
"Yes."
"Long?"
"Yes."
" and often?"
"Yes. And, before she asks any more questions, in any
orifice she wants."
In a tiny little girl voice that cried out for arms to wrap
her up she ask:
"Can Peter fuck Karin now?"
"Yes," he whispered quietly.
She sobbed her relief. Her voice was still a whisper in
his ear.
"I haven’t – How do you – What orifice do you want, Peter?
"
"All of them."
"They're yours, dearest. Only yours."
He grinned at her as they slid to the floor in each other's
tight embrace, oblivious to the world around them.
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