One Thousand Days of Solitude


"We're going to try something a little different today," Grace
announced. Naked and in bed, John was on the phone checking the
weather for the day and examining a piece of art that Grace was
working on.  Grace stood over him, already dressed.

John got up and looked around for his clothes.

"You can stop looking. You won't find your clothes. Today it will
be up to me what you wear...or don't. For now, come on downstairs
and have coffee with me."

John followed her downstairs, his cock now hard and bobbing up
and down in front of him. Her voice and presence had the effect
of keeping him constantly aroused. Almost embarrassing, to be
sporting a perpetual erection around her.

"So what's up for the day? I take it we'll be spending it
inside?"

"Maybe, maybe not. That will depend on several things, your
behavior and attitude not the least of them." She stood up.
"Bring your coffee."

Grace pulled open the doors to the patio. "It's a warm day. I’ll
make coffee and bring it outside." John glanced around and
decided it was early enough that her neighbors wouldn't be out
yet. He grabbed a book and stepped outside to wait for her.

He put a towel on the chair, sat down, and picked up his book. 
Grace soon came out with the coffee and setting it down, came
around behind him and started to rub his shoulders. As John
glanced up, her hands slid forward. Using thumbs and forefingers
she pinched both his nipples and said "But remember to be on your
best behavior."

Ringggg! "Damn, who could be here so early? John, stay where you
are," Grace said over her shoulder as she headed for the door.

He could overhear the conversation. "Oh, hi Hannah. I forgot we
were walking this morning. John and I were just having coffee in
the garden. Would you like to join us or just get started with
the walk?"
John quickly moved behind the table and had just slid down when
Grace came walking back out. "I told you to stay where you were!"

"But I thought that your friend might come back here too!"

"And what if she had? It would have been my decision. Well, we'll
deal with this problem when I get back."

Grace spun around and walked quickly back into the house and out
the front door. John was a little shaken, but still really hard.
He stood up and moved back into the house, closing the glass
doors behind him.

John sat on the sofa, thinking about what had just happened, how
aggressive and controlling Grace had been. "But I liked it" he
thought, looking down at the evidence rising from his lap. Slowly
stroking his cock, John started thinking about Grace. Her pert,
petite breasts, her perfect bottom...he started stroking a little
faster. Soft lips, hard, flat belly. Mmmmm.

"John! What are you doing! I leave for two minutes, and come back
to find you masturbating?" John was bright red with
embarrassment. "I thought you were out for walk!"

"I told Hannah that we'd walk tomorrow instead. But don't let me
interrupt you!"

John just sat there, holding his cock and looking at her.

"Well? Stroke it!  If you're going to jerk off I want to watch
you!" Grace sat in an easy chair, her hands folded in her lap.
"Stroke it on this count...1..2..3..4...Now!"

John started stroking his cock at the tempo Grace had set.
Embarrassed, but immensely turned on, his cock was rock hard and
red. Grace got up from her chair and walked over.

"You like this, don't you? You like it when I make you masturbate
for me. Stroking your cock while I watch. What are you thinking
about? Are you thinking about me touching you like this?"

Grace reached out and grazed the inside of his thigh with a
fingertip. John jumped like he'd been shocked. The finger started
making circles on his thigh, climbing higher and higher.

"What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about what will
happen when my finger gets much higher? Will I touch your balls,
or just tease around them?" Grace's fingers brushed his
scrotum...she liked watching it contract.

"Poor baby. Are you getting close yet?" She held his balls in her
palm and lightly closed her fingers around them.

"What are thinking? Are you wondering where my hand will go next?
If you want to find out, you'll have to stroke faster than that.
Go 1.2.3.4."

As John's pace increased to the tempo Grace set, she released his
balls and let her finger drift behind them. "You like it when I
rub here, don't you?" she said, pressing just behind his balls.
Well, I think maybe we better get my fingers a little wet. Suck
on my fingers, get them nice and wet. Believe me, you'll be much
happier."

She slid two fingers into John's mouth, reveling in the feel of
his tongue swirling over the fingertips, between the fingers,
sucking.

"That's enough" she said, pulling her fingers from his mouth.
"You know where I'm going now? Stroke yourself faster to find
out. Faster. 1234."
With that she slid her saliva-slick fingers between his cheeks,
pressing, probing. John jumped again as her finger penetrated the
tight ring of muscle. "Stroke faster... faster...faster...now
stop!"

John let out a groan of frustration, but stopped immediately.

"It's not going to be that easy. You know I'm still not happy
that you didn't listen to me on the patio; trying to hide
yourself behind the table...tsk tsk tsk.

She took his hand and led him upstairs. Nodding toward the bed,
he understood that he was to lie down. "Spread your knees, and
put the soles of your feet together...No, don't say anything yet.
Just do as I say. Now, I want you to start masturbating for me
again. Very slowly. 1...2...3...4...1...2...3...4. Tell me what
you think about when you stroke your cock."

"I think about you. Your smell when I nuzzle your neck; the feel
of your lips on mine; the way your nipples feel on my tongue; how
you gasp a little when I take them between my teeth. I think
about sucking on your toes and how they feel in my mouth. I think
about nibbling the inside of your thighs; the clean, kind of
salty taste of your pussy. I think about your bottom, and how I
love to squeeze it; pull the cheeks apart; run my tongue down the
cleft. I think about how it feels to first enter you, sliding
into your pussy from behind."

She pulled on one of his nipples. He gasped. She knew he liked
that. "Stroke yourself a little faster; 1..2..3..4..1..2..3..4.
Good. Now tell me, is that all you think about?"

"No. Sometimes I think about you watching me masturbate. Telling
me how to do it, and how fast. I think about you like you are
now. Fully clothed, watching me stroke my cock. Sometimes I think
about you filming or photographing me while I masturbate. I think
about you teasing me, not knowing if you'll let me cum, or if
I'll have to wait another day."

"Pinch your nipple, but keep masturbating at the same pace." She
dropped her hand to his balls and began tracing circles with the
nail of her forefinger. She smiled at the quiver that ran through
him. "And that's it? You think about making love to me; you think
about me watching you masturbate, maybe taking pictures; you
think about me teasing you; anything else?"

"I think about different scenarios. different fantasies. Like
going to your house and surrendering all my clothes to you. I
think about a game where you keep me very aroused, but don't let
me cum. Sometimes I think about us going out, and you have me
wear baggy pants and no underwear. You play with my cock, and
then giggle as I have to figure out ways to hide my erection.

"Pull your legs up." She moistened a finger, spread his cheeks,
and started circling his asshole with ever smaller spirals. She
was quickly at the center, and with a little push moved the first
knuckle of her finger into his ass.

Rocking the finger back and forth, Grace knelt down between his
legs. Pulling his cock forward, she licked from the base to the
tip, then using it to part her lips, penetrated her mouth. Still
for a moment, she let his cock absorb her heat, know the soft
insides of her cheeks, the slightly rougher feel of her tongue.
With small movements, her tongue started moving back and forth,
sweeping the underside of his crown, Like a pendulum increasing
its arc, the sweeps gradually became wider. Suddenly her tongue
was swirling around the head while her lips moved up and down the
shaft, a tempest of sensation that was driving John toward a
critical edge.

Sensing how close John was getting to a climax, Grace slowed.
Without releasing his cock from her mouth, she turned, putting
one knee on either side of his head. She wasn't wearing any
panties. Slowly, she lowered her pussy to his mouth. Only then,
with her pussy pressed against his face, did she lift her mouth
from his cock.

"Lick me," she directed. He really had no choice, as Grace
started sliding her hips back and forth, forcing his tongue the
full length of her pussy.

"Oh, oh, yes, mmmm, I like that." Riding his tongue, Grace moved
her hands to her pussy and spread the lips. Her clit now standing
out, John captured it between his lips and began to thrum back
and forth with the tip of his tongue. Sometimes harder, sometimes
softer, but with a steady rhythm, John drove her relentlessly
onward. Grace's whimpers turned to gasps and moans. Leaning
forward, her clit popped from John's mouth as she began to grind
her pussy against his chin. John reached up for Grace's bottom,
now spread out before him. With his tongue between her cheeks,
she suddenly sat up, frigging herself faster as she pushed back
against him.

And she came. Hard. Collapsing on John's belly, she watched his
cock twitching, still not satisfied. Fascinating, she thought,
drifting off to sleep.

Chapter 2

"What...what's going on?" Grace stammered, unable to rub the
sleep from her eyes. A slinky coolness wrapped one wrist and both
ankles...silk scarves anchored to the bedposts.


"We're going to try something a little different today" John
announced, glancing down at his down at his cock, "or maybe
you've already guessed that." With that, he walked over and put
several pillows behind her head, propping up her shoulders. She
was slightly uncomfortable with the tension on the bindings.
"Keep still and don't struggle. I'll be back in a few moments."

"How long are you going to keep me like this?" she called after
him, coquettishly putting one finger in her mouth. He didn't
answer.

The minutes dragged on and Grace was starting to get worried. Had
she pushed things too far. Teasing was one thing, but she knew
there were limits...even though she hated them.

Glancing up out of her reverie, she realized that John was
standing at the foot of the bed, dressed only in jeans. Partially
open, his hard cock jutted out in front of him.

Mmmmmmm. Grace jumped. Mmmmmmm. There was something vibrating
ever so gently between her legs. "You like my remote control?"

"What are you going to do?" Grace asked, a quaver in her voice.

That depends. Do you trust me?" Grace just looked at him. "Do you
trust me? I want you to say it. If you don't, we'll stop right
now. Tell me, do you trust me?"

Grace looked into John's eyes. "Yes, I trust you" she whispered.
John smiled, bent down, and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Good."

John reached into a pocket and removed another silk scarf.
Folding it several times, he placed it over her eyes and tied it
behind her head. Grace started to tremble. Tied, blindfolded, she
had never been so vulnerable.

Looking down to admire his handiwork, John thought "She's so
beautiful." Taught breasts, flat belly, her mons a soft curve
rising slightly. Light curls framing her beautiful pussy. Almost
a shame to remove them, but they had to go.

Taking a washcloth and a basin of warm water he'd brought from
the kitchen, John began to gently moisten the area around her
curls. Then anointing her mons with shaving cream, began to
remove the small reddish fringe.

Grace began to squirm. "Better stay still. I wouldn't want to
nick you." In moments, she was smooth and glistening. Trying to
picture what she looked like, spread naked and bound before him,
the feeling of exposure was incredible.

She heard John rustling around, opening a drawer, then felt him
kneel next to her. "Ow!"

"Just a nipple clip. Your breasts are so pretty when the nipples
are hard like that."

Her pussy was flowing now, and she could feel the wetness leaking
down between her cheeks. The vibrator was keeping up a steady
hum. She could already feel herself building toward a climax.

John must have noticed too, and the intensity of the vibrations
suddenly diminished, to be replaced by a tongue licking slowly up
her thigh, the tip leaving a blazing trail from her knee and
traveling upward.


"I do love the way you smell. You're so wet. I should have put a
towel under you." She jumped as John's tongue grazed her clit.
She could feel his hot breath on her belly, then cool as he blew
across her nipples. The clip was suddenly gone, but then quickly
replaced by his teeth. She loved it when he chewed on her
nipples.

As she lay there, blindfolded and restrained, Grace felt John's
hand slide down her belly and between her legs. Then gently, ever
so gently, he began to push the small vibrator into her ass. As
the vibration increased, John left her breast and moved his mouth
over hers. Softly licking, his tongue tracing the outline of her
lips. His hands came up, cupping her face. Sharing each breath.

John pulled off the blindfold and Grace gazed up at him, falling
into the cool blue waters of his eyes.

John spoke. "What would you do if I released you?"

"What ever you want. What ever you tell me to do."

"Excellent." John straddled her belly and reached up to release
the scarves from the bedpost, then did the same with the ankle
restraints. "Stand up."

Grace stood, a little shaky, and still acutely aware of the small
vibrator humming in her ass.

“Here,” he said, handing her a pair of panties. “Put these on.  I
wouldn’t want anything slipping out.”

Grace pulled on the panties, snugging the back between her
cheeks.

“Now,  I want you to stand in front of the window and rub
yourself…slowly…through your panties.

She did as she was told, quickly bringing herself to the brink
despite the slow pace.

John watched her getting more and more aroused.  “How close are
you?”

“Pretty close!” Grace gasped out.

"Good.  Stop.  I've picked out some clothes for you," pointing to
an emerald green beach wrap, white peasant blouse, and sandals
that were laid out in the dressing area. "You'll notice that
there is no bra, and those panties will be left here too. Hey! I
said Stop!"

John pulled her hand out from between her legs.  Holding it for a
moment, her brought her wet fingers up to his face and ran them
across his upper lip.  Inhaling deeply, he muttered, “I just love
the way you smell!”

Grace giggled.

“Oh, there’s something funny is there?  He scooped her up and
through her on the bed, skinning the panties off her as she
struggled. He finally subdued her by using his weight to pin her
arms.

The little tussle had aroused both of them.  “Is that one of your
fantasies?” John asked.  “Do you   want to be forced?
Controlled?”

Grace shook her head.

“Then tell me, what is it that turns you on the most? What really
gets you wet? What's your favorite fantasy when you masturbate?"

Grace blushed. She wasn't really comfortable talking about this.
Biting her lower lip, cheeks ablaze, she lowered her eyes and
began.

"I like a lot of the same things you do. I like it when you watch
me masturbate. I like spreading my legs wide so you can see my
pussy and my asshole. I like it that you can see how wet I am,
how excited I am to be showing myself to you. I like spreading my
pussy lips and rubbing my clit while you tell me how fast to go.
I like to get to the edge fast, and then have you keep me on the
brink, telling me to go faster or slower."

"Do that now. Lean back in the chair and spread your legs. Slide
your hips forward so your bottom is over the edge. Spread your
pussy lips and start rubbing your clit slowly. 1..2..3..4."

Grace started whimpering almost immediately. The combination of
the exposure, the fingers on her clit, and the vibrator in her
ass were almost too much. John seemed to realize it and reached
forward, pulling on the thin chain linked to the vibrator. With a
slight tug, it slid out.

"Thought that might be too much for right now," John said with a
grin. But don't slow down. I want to see the juices running down
your thighs before we go out. Go 1.2.3.4.1.2.3.4."

Grace's hand went faster, two fingers making circles over and
around her clit.

"I love watching your face while you do that. The color in your
cheeks, your lips red and puffy, your breath getting ragged.
Hmmmm. But don't get any ideas. You know you'll be in big trouble
if you cum. Go faster...1234."

Grace's hand was a blur on her pussy. Her breaths were coming in
gasps. Seeing her teeter on the brink of climax, John was hard
pressed whether to let her go over or not. Not.

"Stop! I don't want you to cum yet. Catch your breath, then put
on some panties.
“Ok, off with the panties and on with the blouse. I'll carry the
wrap. "

She followed him down the steps and out the patio door, her only
clothing the thin, white blouse. Already her nipples were like
little stones, just at the prospect of going outside in her
skimpy shirt. Stepping out the door she asked, "What are we
doing?"
"We're going out to the sculpture park" John replied. "Here, let
me tie this wrap around your hips." He fastened it loosely, the
thin material just hanging on her hips and the curve of her
bottom. " Now quiet, not another word until we get there."

Grace decided to accept the inevitable. She thrust out her chest
and sashayed down the street, keeping a half-pace ahead of John.
The few people they passed would glance at them and, men and
women alike, let their gaze slide down to Grace's breasts, their
silhouette clearly visible through the thin shirt. She couldn't
believe how much she was getting off on this.

As they walked along, John let his hand slip down to Grace's hip.
Guiding her steps, he pulled her into a bus stop shelter, the
dirty glass partially shielding them from passing traffic.

"You know it's my turn now," he said, pulling her against him.

Grace looked up at him hopefully. "We could call off the game. We
could just go home and make love to each other for the rest of
the day."

"No, I don't think so. I have an idea, but we'll have to do some
shopping. In the meantime though..."

With a flourish, John whisked the wrap from around Grace's hips.
John held it fluttering in front of her, leaving her naked from
the waist down.

"To get this back, you have to cum. Take as long as you like, but
if I were you I'd start now. There's a bunch of teenagers hanging
out in front of that corner store, and if they walk this way you
only have about two minutes."

Grace was stunned. Thoughts flashed through her head. "Was he
really going to make her masturbate here? At a bus stop? Well, at
least the glass was so dirty no one could really see through. The
only real risk was a pedestrian. Hmm...better hurry."

Already wet, she plunged two fingers into her pussy and started
working her clit with the other hand. Nipples tight and hard,
they were plainly visible through the thin white shirt. "She's so
beautiful," John thought, "sitting there with her legs spread,
her shaved pussy glistening, nipples trying to poke through her
shirt." He glanced down the street and, indeed, the group of
teenage boys that had been in front of the store were now walking
this way.

Grace was getting into it now. Losing all inhibition the closer
she came to an orgasm, her right hand was flying over her pussy.
"Oh my god, Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm going
to cum right here!"

"Well," John said, "if you're going to, you should probably do it
pretty fast. Those boys are less than a minute away. Think you
can cum that fast and still cover yourself up?"

Grace started going even faster, desperate now to finish what she
started. "John!" she gasped, pinch my nipples! Hard!" John
obliged, tweaking and pulling on her nipples while she
masturbated as fast as she could.

"Where are they?" she gasped. How close are the boys?"

John glanced down the road. "I'd say you have about 25 seconds. I
don't think you're going to make it. I think you'll have to
choose between stopping now, or cumming while these 17 or 18 year
old boys watch. If you want to stop I'll give you back the wrap
on a provisional basis. And I think you better decide right now,
because they're about15 seconds away."

"What provision?" Grace gasped.

"I'll tell you later. But if you're going to stop it has to be
now."

"Arrgghhh!" Grace pulled her fingers from her pussy. "Give it to
me! Hurry!"

John gave her the wrap. As the boys walked in front of the bus
stop, Grace only had time to drape it over her lap, leaving her
bottom bare against the metal bench. The boys stopped for a
moment, looked at Grace's disheveled hair and partial state of
undress, and then glanced over at John questioningly.

John returned the glance. "You know how it is. First really hot
day of the summer. See you around."

Clearly a dismissal, the boys moved on.

Alone again, Grace stood up and put on the wrap. "That was very
naughty. Making me choose like that. How did you know I wasn't
going to keep going and just let them watch me?"

"I didn't know for sure, but I wanted to find out. What I still
don't know is whether or not you would have kept going if I
hadn't made it your choice. Would you have kept going if I told
you to? Would you have let those boys see you half naked, watch
you cum?"

Grace stepped close and wrapped her arms around him. "Yes. If you
told me to I would have let them watch me."

John returned the hug, drawing it out, rocking back and forth,
savoring the moment. Then stepping back, announced "Come on! We
have some shopping to do!"

Chapter 3

After 20 minutes, Grace was complaining. Her feet hurt, and the
wrap kept trying to unwrap.

"Stop whimpering! We're almost there."

They turned a corner and John pulled her into a small shop. The
sign on the door announced it as "Bottoms Up". And it was all
about bikini's.

On a bulletin board were a host of endorsement photos from happy
clients. Grace paled.

"You can't possibly expect me to go to the beach in something
like this! I might as well be naked! No, this is even worse than
naked!" She was getting hysterical.

"Easy, Easy! Don't jump to conclusions. They have other styles!
Here, look at this one," he said, holding up a much more
substantial suit. "Go try it on."

Grace walked to the changing room and a moment later the door
swung open. She looked like a crouching tiger, dressed only in
the black bikini bottoms and no top. "How about it?" she asked.
"Do you like it?"

"I do like," said John, but I think I prefer this one," holding
up a tiny white piece of material.

"It's just a string in the back! And that top! It will just
barely cover my nipples!"

"Ah," John observed," but at least it's opaque. I think that's
the choice." And turning to the sales girl said, "We'll take it.
In white, please."

If modesty is an issue," the salesgirl began," John interrupted.
"White's perfect. Thank you."

The girl shrugged and dropped it the bag. "Ok."  She rang up the
sale and dropped the wisps of material in a bag."

John paid, and taking Grace's hand walked out into the bright
sun. "Stop looking so worried. This is going to be fun!"

"Yeah," said Grace, looking over at him, "For who?"

"For both of us. Now just think happy thoughts 'til we get to the
beach."

Cutting through the sculpture park on the way to the beach, they
started down a meandering path that led away from the road. After
a few hundred yards John turned to her and said "Take it off."

"What do mean? Take what off?" Grace was confused.

The wrap. I want you naked from the waist down, and I want you
bent over that sculpture. Do it now."

Not believing herself, she did. "My god," she thought, "I'm half
naked with my bottom in the air, in the middle of the day and not
two miles from my house."

Just as that thought flew through her head, John slide his cock
into her pussy. Rocking back and forth a few times to get into
rhythm, he started pounding her pussy mercilessly. At the same
time, one hand went to her clit, and the other to her ass. With
John's thumb rubbing her anus, his other hand strumming her clit,
and his cock buried in her pussy, Grace was on the edge within
seconds. Passing traffic could see that something was happening,
but not the details. Luckily, traffic was heavy and no one could
stop.

"Oh my god! I can't believe you're going to make me cum in front
of all these people! What...What if..."it was too much. Grace
erupted in stifled squeals as the orgasm ripped through her.

John was close, but not there yet. Picking up the pace, he
grabbed her hips and started pulling her against him. Grace had
come down from her orgasm, and John was getting really close.

Voices. "Oh shit." John pulled out and quickly shoved himself
into his pants. Grace grabbed the wrap and tossed it around her
hips, just as two women came into view wheeling their bicycles.

"Hi there. Great day isn't it?"

"Absolutely" Grace replied, a smile spreading across her face.
"Hey John, this is Betsy and Lynn. They're students in my art
class." And turning back to them, "You guys out for ride?"

"Yeah, just a short one. Maybe head down to the beach. Hey, is
your friend OK? He looks sort of flushed."

John was indeed flushed, and in fact was sitting at the base of
the sculpture still trying to catch his breath. He'd been so
close.

Grace glanced down at him with quirky grin and a sly look. John
got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and just shook his
head "No". Grace grinned wider and nodded "Yes".

"Yeah, he's just been having, ummm, how shall I put it... a hard
day."

"Really. What do you mean?"

"Well, I've been kind of teasing him since we woke up, but
haven't let him…you know… cum."

The two women looked at John, then at each other and started to
giggle.

"Poor guy. He does look like he's in rough shape."

"Uh huh. I'm surprised he's not hard right now," Grace said. But
you know what? I bet I can get him hard without even touching
him. Want to see?"

John's cheeks were flaming, but Grace didn't care. "John, come
here." He stood up slowly and took the two steps toward Grace.
She leaned over and whispered, "If you can keep from getting a
hard-on, we'll leave right now; if you can't, I'm going to take
this as far as I want. No limits." Then in a louder voice, "When
we get home, I want you on your back, stroking your cock as fast
as you can.  I want to feel your tongue between my cheeks while I
watch you masturbate. And of course, I'll tell you when you can
cum."

Just the sound of her saying that was enough for John's cock to
start a rapid journey skyward, tenting out his baggy pants.

"Oh my god! Look at that." the one woman giggled. "That's
amazing!" her friend agreed. "You certainly know how to push his
buttons. How long are you going to leave him like that?"

"Like what?" Grace asked.

"Well, you know, all hard. Are you going to make him stay like
that, or are you going to let him, ummm, have some relief?"

"I hadn't really thought about it.  He hasn't done anything to
earn "relief".  Do you have any ideas? Something that will show
he deserves it?"

They looked at each other and whispered for a moment. "If we come
up with something, will he do what you tell him?"

"Hmmmm.  We'll have to ask him." She turned to John and smiled. 
"Sweetie, you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you? Even if it
might be a little embarrassing? Won't you?"

John looked at her and nodded.

Grace frowned. "That's not very convincing. Tell them that you'll
do whatever I want. Make them believe it."

John turned to Lynn and Betsy. "I'll do anything Grace wants me
to do.  I love her too much to disappoint her."

Grace's smile returned. "That's sweet," she said, glancing down
at the tent in his trousers, "but is that the only reason  you
listen to me?"

John blushed. "No.  It turns me on when you tell me what to do."

"Well, we'll explore the "why" behind that another day.  For now
though, a little test. Step out of those pants and hand them to
me."

John stared at her with a look of disbelief in his eyes, but
Grace just smiled and waited. When John made no move to comply,
Grace rolled her hand in a motion suggesting that he get on with
it.

Slowly, he undid his belt, pulled the zipper down over his
erection, and let the pants fall to the ground. As he bent down
to pick them up, Grace slapped him on the behind. The three women
grinned, looking at him standing there half naked, totally erect,
and bright red with embarrassment.

"Congratulations!" Grace said with a smirk, "You passed the test.
You can put them back on." She handed him the pants and he almost
fell over, rushing to get them back on.

The girls were impressed. "So how long are you going to leave him
like that?" Betsy asked.

"I haven't decided yet," Grace said, glancing over at John, "but
like I said, certainly until he earns his "relief".

John groaned at the news, to the amusement of all but him.

"Boy, listening as well as he does, he'd make a great subject."

"Subject? Subject for what?" Grace wanted to know.

"Well, you know, for art class. A model."

"You know, that might be something we could arrange. What do
think John?" Grace said.

John didn't answer, confused by what had just happened and the
feelings that were coursing through him.

Grace smiled. "Well, we'll see. Now that his pants are back on,
we should get on with our walk. Have a good ride."

"Yeah, thanks." They looked at John with big smiles, "Hey, it was
a pleasure seeing you. Bye!"

As the two women walked off down the path, John dropped to the
ground. "I can't believe you did that!"

"I was just about to say the same thing about you. I really
didn't think you'd go that far. But what part can't you believe?
That I got you got hard so fast without even touching you? Or
that you actually got naked for those women just because I told
you to. It got me so wet, knowing that you'd listen to me like
that. And you obviously liked it. What was it about the situation
that you got off on? The exhibitionism?"

John thought for a minute. "No, not really. It was partly the
public place, but mostly it was about relinquishing control to
you in front of other people."

Grace took both hands and helped him to his feet. Draping an arm
around his waist, her hand found its way into his pocket. From
there, it was the most natural thing in the world for her fingers
to close over his cock. Claiming territory.

At the same time John's arm was going around her shoulders,
pulling her close, his lips on her forehead.

Almost overwhelmed by the moment, by the feeling of love and
connection, Grace whispered, "Let's go home."

"Home?" John asked. "But what about the lake? It's really close,
and we have a brand new bikini for you to try."

"Are you sure you're up to it? I haven't let you cum all day, and
seeing me in that suit might be more embarrassing for you than
me."

"I'm willing to risk it. But you have to agree to listen to me
for one hour. Put yourself in my hands...totally."

Grace thought for moment. "Hmmm," she thought, "he's already had
me masturbate at a bus stop and fucked me in the park...what more
could he possibly do?" She decided to take the plunge. "OK,
whatever you tell me to do, I'll do. For one hour, but not a
second more. When does it start?"

"Right now. Put on the suit now." Grace reached for the bag, but
John pulled it away. "No, I want your clothes off first, then you
can put on the swimsuit."

Grace looked at him for a second, then started taking off her
clothes. Within a few seconds she was completely naked, standing
in a pool of sunlight that had made its way through the trees.
Overcome for moment, John took a step forward and wrapped his
arms around her.

His hands dropped to her bare bottom, pulling the cheeks apart,
letting his fingers feel the deep crevice. Pulling her against
him, he kissed her. Light and playful at first, then segueing
into a deep, hot, tongue-fencing kiss.

With a deep breath, John let go. Handing her the bag he said ,
"You better put something on before we get carried away."

Reaching in, Grace pulled out the triangles and string that made
up her new bathing suit. Slipping into the bottoms, she was
suddenly glad that John had shaved her bare earlier that
morning...it barely covered her pussy. The top was just as
substantial, covering her nipples but that was all.

"OK, put on your blouse. Here, I'll take the wrap."

Grace gaped at him. "You expect me to walk down to the beach
wearing this? You're nuts!"

John looked at her sternly. "You're not being very obedient. I'll
tell you now that you'll be less happy if I have any reason to
punish you. One more word and there will be no blouse."

About to say something, Grace's mouth snapped shut.

"I meant that I'd hold it while you put the blouse on, but I like
your idea much better," John said with a grin. "You know that I
love that little bounce in your cheeks when you walk."

She tossed the wrap to John and spun around on her heel. "Fine.
Let's go." It was almost a challenge.

"You know, I was going to let that slide, but I'm not happy about
your attitude. Time for an adjustment!" John took her by the
wrist and led her away from the path toward a stream lined with
willow trees. Removing the drawstring from her wrap, he tied her
arms around one of the willows, leaving her in an embrace with
the tree.

"John! What are you doing?" Grace was getting nervous.

"Take a step back from the tree so you're leaning against it.
Bend at the waist and spread your legs."

Grace did as instructed. She couldn't tell if he was truly mad,
or if this was just part of the game. Not wanting to take a
chance, she decided to obey.

"Very good. Do you know what's going to happen now?" he asked.
Grace craned her head and looked back over her shoulder. Seeing
John strip the leaves off a willow wand, she blanched.

"No, John. Don't. You know how tender my behind is. That's really
going to hurt!"

"Hmmm. Perhaps you should have thought of that before you copped
such an attitude. And anyway, I thought you trusted me. Maybe I
won't do this after all. At least, not until you ask me to."

"What, you think I'm going to ask you to spank my behind? Why
would I do that?" Grace asked.

"The only real answer is trust. You trust me to not do anything
that would hurt you or us. You trust me to make anything I do as
exciting for you as it is for me. Or you don't. And I need to
know that right now."

Grace's eyes were glistening with tears, those few brief words
bringing to mind the love, and caring, and excitement, and
everything else she felt when John was with her. Of course she
trusted him.

"Please John, I've been very bad. Not listening, talking back.
Please, will you spank me? I really deserve it and I won't feel
right until I'm punished."

Grace spread her legs wide and waved her bottom back and forth.
One side of her bikini became untied, and her wiggling left her
bottom bare. "Please John? Spank me! Spank me now!"

Never really doubting her, John reached up and broke off a new
branch. "Close your eyes".

John hadn't stripped the leaves from this branch, and began to
gently brush Grace's bottom. First along the sides, up and down,
and then straight down the middle, between her cheeks, now spread
wide for him. Pushing the branch forward, the leaves tickled her
belly. And when he pulled back, it was a sensual rustling over
her pussy. He kept it there, working the flexible wand between
lips, dragging the smooth bark over her clit, the leaves combing
over thighs that were beginning to glisten.

Grace's hips were moving back and forth, struggling for better
contact, against something, against anything. Her breath was
coming faster as John dropped the branch and slid his left hand
between her legs, his fingers on her pussy and his thumb between
her cheeks.

Thwack! The peeled willow wand came down on Grace's left cheek.
Thwack! The wand came down on Grace's right cheek. It didn't
register as pain, just sensation.

Grace desperately wanted something inside her, but John wouldn't
allow it. Instead, he kept her clit clenched between his fingers
and his thumb at the entrance to her bottom.

Tied to a tree in a public park and on the brink of a shattering
orgasm, Grace threw caution to the wind. Oblivious to anyone
walking past and only thinly veiled from the path, Grace gasped
out "Ah, John, fuck me! Put your hand in my pussy! Put your thumb
in my ass! Make me cum!"

Thwack! Thwack! Right and left. John liked the way the stripes
stood out against the white skin. Thwack! Thwack! Grace was going
to have a checkerboard on her behind.

"Please John! Spank me harder! I'm so bad! Spank me harder!" John
obliged, crisscrossing Grace's buns with a series of quick, sharp
strokes. Grace was getting into it, sliding her clit back and
forth between his fingers, riding his hand into a frenzy.

Grace was starting to attract attention. People would
occassionally pause and peer through the leafy cover, wondering
at the source of the gasps and moans wafting amidst the foliage.

John dropped the switch and put a hand on Grace's hip, slowing
her gyrations but keeping his fingers on her clit and ass. "There
are some people looking through the trees. I think it might be
those friends of yours we met before."

"Oh my god! John, you can't let them see me like this! They're in
my art class! They're my students!"

"Ah, but you had no problem with them seeing me, did you?"

"John!  That was different! You don't really know them!"

"So you're saying that you don't want to cum? You don't want me
to slide my fingers inside your pussy...like this!"

Grace clamped down on the two fingers in her pussy and gritted
her teeth in a futile effort not to scream. "Ahhhh. Yes! Don't
stop! Make me cum!"

"I won't stop unless you ask me to, but maybe I should go talk to
your friends first. We wouldn't want them to misunderstand
anything. You know, it would be easy to misunderstand you being
tied naked to a tree in the park. It would be easy to
misunderstand the bright red stripes all over your bum. Yes, I
better go talk to them. Of course, they'll probably want to talk
to you as well."

"No! Don't do that! Don't let them see me like this. Ok, stop!"

John pulled his fingers from between her legs, then walked around
the tree and untied her. Quickly gathering up the discarbed
bikini bottom, Grace slipped into it and tied it back together.
The wrap need more work, difficult getting the drawstring back
in. Finally together, they walked hand in hand out of the woods.
The path was empty.

"You bastard! Those girls weren't here after all, were they?"

"Well, it was hard to tell. Maybe it wasn't them.

Grace spun around and started for the beach. John had to walk
quickly to keep up. "You seem to be in a hurry. Can't wait to get
there? Wondering what's in store for you?"

Grace ignored him, but she wasn't really mad. Before long, they
were walking hand in hand.

As they came out of the trees the sun jumped out from behind a
wisp of cloud. Sea gulls wheeled overhead, harsh cries in
counterpoint to the steady roll of wavelets lapping the shore.
Almost disorienting, not sure where blue water meets blue sky,
the horizon just an idea. And the beach was almost empty.

The serene setting seemed to calm Grace a little. "Where is
everyone?" Grace asked. "This place should be packed on such a
beautiful day."

John looked at her. "It's beautiful now, but we're supposed to
get big thunderstorms this afternoon. And by the way...we're at
the beach. The blouse comes off. I want to see those creamy
breasts gleaming in the sun. And I want to see them right now!"

With only a moment's hesitation, Grace pulled off the blouse and
laid it out on the sand. "Do you want me on my belly or on my
back?"

"On your belly to start. I need to rub some sunblock on your
cheeks. I wouldn't want anything burning." And with that John
squeezed a thick glob of lotion into his left hand. "Come on.
Down. On your belly."

Grace laid down. Lifting her bare bottom a little, she wiggled it
for effect. "Come on! I'm very sensitive. You know how fast I
burn! And it already smarts from the spanking you gave me."

John slapped her ass, sending a shower of lotion several feet in
all directions. "Keep it up! You're supposed to be obedient, and
I'm not sure I like your attitude." But he kept rubbing the
lotion into the globes of her ass, smoothing it, sliding a finger
between her cheeks, rolling his thumb over her anus. The suit was
so small it didn't even get in the way. With no warning, John
slid two fingers into her pussy and his thumb into her ass. Grace
pushed back against his hand, rotating her hips and making little
mewling sounds. John knew she loved this, and wouldn't last long.


Pulling her head back by the hair with his other hand, John
kissed, licked, and bit his way along her neck. In only minutes,
Grace was quivering. So close to cumming...so close. But it was
not to be.

"Get up!" John shouted, pulling is fingers from both her pussy
and ass. "We're going for a swim, and I want you running into the
water. I want to see your buns shaking. I want to see if that
little top will stay in place, or if your breasts will pop out
and start swinging! Let's go! Now!"

Collecting herself, and remembering that she had promised to
listen, Grace jumped up and took off for the water. John was
right next to her. "Faster! Come on!" he shouted. Grace put all
she had into it, and tried to pull even to John. That's when it
happened. The top, a little tight to begin with and never meant
as sports wear, decided to give way. The little string parted,
and Grace's breasts swung free just as she reached the water's
edge. Realizing what had happened, she executed a perfect dive,
slicing the water and leveling out just below the surface.

"Excellent!" she heard John shout as her head broke the surface.
"I couldn't have planned it better!"

"Oh, is this what you wanted to see?" she asked, cupping her
breasts and holding them out for inspection.

John swam over and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and
nibbling until is rose to its full potential. Little more than
waist deep, he pulled Grace further from the shore, out into
deeper water.

"I might as well hold on to that top for you. It won't do you
much good now anyway."

Grace shrugged out of the top, now more like a shred of a vest.
"You like me like this? With no top and only this tiny bottom, I
might as well be naked."

"You know, you're right again. You might as well be naked. Let me
have those bottoms too."

Chagrined that she didn't know when to keep her mouth shut, Grace
went under water for a moment and came up holding her bikini
bottoms. John took it, and suddenly submerged. Coming up behind
her, he reached in front, each hand covering a breast. Pulling
her against him, she could feel his cock straining at his shorts,
a hard pole pressed against her ass.

"You should lose those trunks and slide your cock into me."

"An excellent idea," John said, pulling off his swimming suit. I
want to feel my cock sliding along your pussy. Between your lips.
I want to feel the head of my cock bumping against your clit.
Mmmm. That's it. Ohhh, that's great. I've got to...I've got to
slide inside. Yeah."
Between gasps, Grace asked, "Do you think anyone can see us from
the shore? Oh, deeper, yes!"

John glanced toward the beach. "Some people may be wondering, but
I don't think anyone could be sure. Mmmm, I need something to
push against."

"Grab my hips," Grace suggested. "Here, I'll hold the swimming
suits."

John handed her the suits and grabbed her hips, pulling and
pushing, forcing them both closer and closer to the edge.
"Ooohhhh!" Grace was teetering, about to go over. "Ah. Ah. Ah."
John was close behind. Suddenly a whistle pierced the air.

Despite the threatening weather forecast, a lifeguard had come on
duty. And they were to far out. The lifeguard, a 20-something
woman stood up in her chair and waved, motioning them to come
closer to shore.

John turned back to Grace. "Damn. Two, maybe three more strokes
and I was there. What are you doing?" John looked at Grace,
confused. She had slipped back into her bikini, tying the torn
string in small bow between her breasts.

"I didn't tell you to get dressed. If anything, I should be
dressed and you should be naked. Yeah, give me my trunks, and
then give me your bikini."

Grace was moving slowly back, widening the distance between her
and John. "Look at the clock...your hour's up!"

John glanced at the clock tower behind the beach. Sure enough,
the hour was up. "OK, give me the trunks and we'll head back to
the house."

"No way!" called Grace, still heading toward the shore. "If you
want them, you'll have to take them from me!"

John launched himself forward, swimming hard toward Grace. She
had a big head start, but John was quickly shortening her lead.
The only problem...shallow water. When Grace started to run
rather than swim, John new he was in trouble. He couldn't
possibly run after her, and she could certainly run faster than
he could swim. He stopped, and headed back out to deeper water.

"What's the problem?" Grace called. "Suddenly shy?"

She was on the beach now and had tossed the wrap back around her
waist, and the towel around her neck. Raising her voice and
waiving John's trunks in the air she shouted, "Are these what you
want?"

Grace glanced at the sky. It was starting to drizzle. "Hey John!
Come here!" Grace yelled.

John yelled back, "Forget it! I can't come out like this!"

Grace looked at him for a second. "Have it your way," she called,
"I'll just leave these here by the towel. See you back at the
house!"

As Grace walked away, John made a decision and dashed out of the
water. Grace turned back to watch, and couldn't help but giggle
seeing his hard cock bobbing back and forth as he ran.

It was at that point that a realization swept over her.  An
epiphany of sorts, something she'd never realized about herself;
she loved being in control.  And now that she knew it, there was
no going back. But how would John take this?
A second before John got to the towel, Grace grabbed the swim
trunks again.

"Hey!" John shouted.  "Give those to me!"

Grace held them behind her back, relishing the dichotomy between
her clothed form and his naked one, and deliberately drawing it
out.

"On one condition. Tomorrow I have an art class, and I need a
model. Will you do it?"

When John hesitated Grace reached out with one hand, wrapped her
fingers around his balls and squeezed gently.

John looked into her eyes and nodded.  "For you, I'll do it."

A smile lit her face. "You'll be the perfect subject!" Grace took
his hands and smiled even wider. "This will be so fun! I think
we'll all just love it!" and pulled him into a hug.

"And what's the part I'm going to love?" John asked.

"Oh, don't pretend you won't like it...everyone seeing you
naked...listening to my directions. And if you play your cards
right, you'll get to cum. But you'll find out everything tomorrow
morning."

She held his trunks out to him.  "Here. Put these on."

They walked home in a comfortable silence.  When John closed the
door behind him he announced "I'm going to grab a shower." Grace
nodded and said, "Ok. I need to do some things anyway."

As John let the hot water beat on his back, he reviewed the day.
Big changes, and possibly lasting ones, were made. It started out
with him masturbating for Grace; something that he'd fantasized
about, but never done. Then he had escalated things by having her
masturbate, half naked at a bus stop, and then fucked her, almost
in public. She'd then taken things to an entirely different level
at the park. Of course, he had spanked her, stripped naked and
tied to a tree...she'd asked for it, in fact. Hmmm. They'd both
learned something today, about each other and themselves.


Chapter 5

John slept late the next morning, and woke up to sun streaming in
the window and Grace sitting on the bed, holding a hot cup of
coffee for him.

"I thought you needed your rest after yesterday," Grace said,
"and you have a busy morning ahead of you today. The art class
will be here in just an hour, and Betsy and Lynn are coming over
a little early to help me get ready." She reached under the
covers and between his legs. Happy to find him hard for her, she
said, "I'm so excited about this. If you think it's too much, let
me know; then we'll know where the limits are." Stroking his
shaft roughly she added, "Of course, I've always hated limits."
Here, take your coffee and come on downstairs when your ready.
But no clothes."

Releasing his cock, Grace headed downstairs, calling "breakfast
will be ready in just a minute!"

John got up, gulped some coffee, and jumped into the shower. A
good place for thinking, he decided that if Grace wanted him to
do this, he would. "How could it possibly be any more
embarrassing than yesterday? Besides, releasing control has some
deniability...it's not really me...she making me do it."

Heading downstairs, John heard voices. "Great," he thought,
"Betsy and Lynn are already here."

"Hi John!" they chimed in unison.

"Good morning," he replied. "When did you get here?"

"Oh, just a few minutes ago. Hey, does Grace always keep you au
natural? It's very becoming," she teased.
"Cut it out, Betsy" Grace warned. "John, take your coffee and
finish it outside. I have to talk to the girls for a minute."

John walked outside, hoping that none of the neighbors would be
out yet.

And no masturbating!" Grace called after him, loud enough for
anyone in their yards to hear.

John stood naked on the patio, sipping his coffee wondering why
he was allowing this to happen. "She's embarrassing me on
purpose," he thought, "but I'm getting off on it. And besides,
soon it will be my turn to be in control."

"OK," Grace yelled, "come on back in. We only have a few minutes
till class starts!"

They all headed downstairs, and John saw then what Grace had been
working on the night before. It was a large frame made of heavy
lumber, with holes drilled through the sides at the top and
bottom.

"John, stand in the corner with your hands on your head until we
get this ready for you.”

John did as directed while they busied themselves.  “Ok,” Grace
said, “now stand on the bottom piece with your legs wide and your
arms stretched out. Betsy, you get on one side, and Lynn, you get
on the other."

Grace handed each of the women two silk scarves. "Wrap the
scarves once around his wrists and ankles, pull the ends through
the hole, and then knot it. This will let him hold the pose
without too much problem."

While Betsy and Lynn worked, securing John to the frame, Grace
looked at him and said, "you know the DaVinci drawing that
illustrates the Golden Ratio? That will be you for this class.
It's an important concept and I want my students to see, know,
and understand it. Of course, there were will be some added
attractions as well."

With John now secured, she reached both hands into the pockets of
her coveralls. Pulling them out, her right hand she held the tiny
vibrator John had used on Grace the day before. In her left was a
jar of Vaseline.

Grace walked around behind John, and he suddenly felt something
cool and slick between his cheeks, and then something being
pushed into him. "You remember how this works. The remote control
that makes this thing buzz a little, or buzz a lot? Lynn, do you
want to tell him what's going to happen?"

Lynn smiled. "Here's the deal. The art class will be told that
you responded to a newspaper add for a male model. They will not
realize that Grace knows you. They will not know that you have a
vibrator in your ass. They will only know that while modeling for
them, you've gotten an erection. Secured as you are, there will
be nothing you can do to hide it. There will be no directions, no
one telling you to do anything, just you and your hard cock
spread out for everyone's view.

"Yeah," Betsy added, "Grace won't have anything to do with it. In
fact, she'll apologize to the class for you getting a hard on,
and offer to stop the session. That's where we come in.

John looked at Grace. "You really want me to do this? What if I
have to meet some of these women one day? How could I face them?"

"That's not my problem. Just one more thing you'll have to deal
with," Grace said. "Remember what we talked about this morning?
The choice is yours."

"OK," John sighed, "if you want me to do this I will."

"Ok, then," Grace said. "John, we're going to drop this sheet in
front of you until the class comes in and...oh, there's the door
bell. You guys get the sheet in place and I'll let people in."
She gave John a quick kiss and a hug, and whispered "Thank you"
before running up the stairs.

John could hear the voices and footsteps on the stairs, and then
the scraping chairs as the class got settled. Grace started
talking:

"Today we're going to talk about proportions, and in this, we'll
follow the lead of Leonardo DaVinci. DaVinci extensively studied
the proportions of the human body. You're probably all familiar
with the his drawing that illustrate the use of the golden
section. The height of a person is divided into two line
segments, the dividing point being the person's navel. DaVinci
drew his portraits so that the distance from the soles of their
feet to the navel, divided by the distance from the navel to the
top of their head, was equal to 0.618; this is the golden mean.
Rather than rely on small drawings, today we're going to use a
model. Betsy, Lynn, could you raise the sheet for me."

The women gave a small, collective gasp as John's naked body was
revealed. Grace went on with her lecture.

"DaVinci used the golden mean extensively, and the relationships
are evident in such well know works as the Mona Lisa, The
Annunciation, and The Madonna with Child and Saints. Even the
unfinished work St. Jerome fits into a golden rectangle. This
wasn't by accident. DaVinci purposely made the figure conform to
the golden section because of his interest in how mathematics
applied to art."

Grace casually put a hand in her pocket, and John felt a gentle
humming in his ass. He wondered if anyone could hear it. Probably
not. Even though all eyes were glued on him, the class was
listening to Grace.

"The Golden Ratio may be applied to the sides of a rectangle to
form what is known as a Golden Rectangle. A rectangle whose sides
are related by phi is said to be a golden rectangle; that is, one
of the sides has length of "x" and the other has length of
phi(x). This was first constructed by Pythagoras in the 6th
Century B.C. Golden rectangles can be formed easily by using
adjacent terms of the Fibonacci series."

The buzzing got a little stronger, and John felt his cock start
to swell. He knew it wouldn't be long until he was fully erect.
Grace continued to talk.

"The Golden Rectangle, given its aesthetically pleasing
proportions, is widespread in art. It can be found in the
architecture of Greece and Rome, in works of the Renaissance, and
in modern art."

John's cock was definitely thickening now, to the extent that
some of the women were nudging each other and whispering. Lynn
was smirking at him. Betsy licked her lips and casually put a
finger in her mouth, slowly moving it in and out. Grace was
pretending not to notice and went on with the lecture.

"In recent times its link with beauty has been a matter of
debate. Mondrian and DaVinci both thought that art should
manifest itself in continuous movement and beauty, and they both
expressed movement by incorporating the golden rectangle into
their paintings. The golden ratio expresses movement because it
keeps on spiraling to infinity. They showed beauty in their
paintings by using the golden ratio because it is pleasing to the
eye. To express the Fibonacci Sequence in art one must pay close
attention to beauty, proportions, and continuous rhythm."

Grace's hand returned to her pocket and the buzzing in John's ass
got stronger yet. His cock started to rise, and continued rising
until it was rock hard and straight. He almost wished he could
stroke it and get this over with. But no, it would be too
humiliating to cum in front of all these women. With her back to
him, Grace continued her talk.

As you can see, our model is standing in the same pose as
DaVinci's drawing. I'd like the class to try their hand at
drawing the subject, being cognizant of DaVinci's rules of
proportion. As an aid to this, I'll paint the lines making up the
golden rectangles directly on to our subject."

Grace picked up a brush and turned to John, almost bumping into
his cock. "My god!" Grace exclaimed in mock irritation. "I can't
believe you let that happen to yourself! That is so
unprofessional!"

Turning to the class she said, "I am so sorry. I had no idea that
something like this would happen. Let's end this session and
we'll pick up the discussion again next time...and I'll certainly
screen the model more carefully."

Lynn raised her hand. "Let's not quit now, just because this guy
got a hard on. It's a good topic and I've already scheduled the
time for today."

"Yeah," added Betsy, "and it's not like we've never seen an
erection before. Let's just keep going."

"Well," Grace said, "if that's the way you feel about it we can
continue, but if anyone is uncomfortable drawing an obviously
aroused man, don't feel obligated to stay through the rest of
this session." No one left. "OK, well then, back to business."

"As I was saying, I'll draw the lines of the golden rectangles
directly on our subject." Picking up a brush, Grace started
painting lines on John. The touch of the brush coupled with the
buzzing of the vibrator was almost too much. He started biting
his lip, hoping the pain would counteract the pleasure. He had to
hold off. He couldn't lose control. Not in front of all these
women.

"There. This should give you some hints. Please start drawing and
let me know when you're done."

"Grace" one young woman asked, "what do we do when we get below
the waist? I mean, do we draw him like he was, or how he is?"

"Good question," Grace replied. "This is really just one more
proportion for us to consider. And the human body is beautiful.
Draw the subject as he is. In fact, pay particular attention to
his erection, as this is a proportion that you will not
frequently have the opportunity to study."

At this, Grace's hand went into her pocket one more time, moving
the vibrator to it's highest setting. John's cock jumped.

Grace continued, "Really, we can apply the same principles of
proportion to our model's, ummm, equipment. And since he's so
blatantly aroused, he can hardly complain if we study this aspect
of his anatomy. Let me paint the relationship lines using the
thighs and abdomen as the relational parameters."

After a few quick brush strokes she declared, "There. I'm done.
If anyone wants a better view of the subject, feel free to leave
your seats for a closer examination."

Several women left their chairs and knelt next to John. Some were
so close he could feel their breath on his cock. One by one they
returned to their seats, leaving only Betsy kneeling next to him
and sketching on a board.

John was on the edge. The whole situation, being naked and
engorged in front of these woman, Betsy sitting right in front,
staring at his cock, Grace pretending that she had nothing to do
with this...he was about to cum. No, he had to hold off. He was
biting his lip so hard he could taste blood.

Betsy could see John trembling, see his cock twitching, she drew
in a breath and sighed, blowing a stream of air over his cock.
She knew he was on the brink of a climax, knew that she could
force him over the edge, knew that she could make him cum in
front of the whole class. Grace saw it too, and wasn't about to
let that happen;  she had other plans.

"You know, I've changed my mind. I can see that this was not a
good idea, and that not all of you are comfortable with this. I
can assure you all that we'll not be using this model again, but
for now, this session is over. Please, go upstairs and wait for
me in the livingroom." Grace nodded toward Lynn. " Lynn, can you
stay here for a minute, please."

Grace went to stand in front of John as the women filed up the
stairs. As the door closed behind the last one, she hugged him.
"Guess I'll have to find some new students."

"Not all new students!" Lynn said, "That was soooo much fun! I
think we should make a club dedicated to erotic art. We can draw,
paint, photograph..."

Grace interrupted. "You know, that's an interesting idea, and I
will give it some thought. For now, though, could you go upstairs
and offer my apologies to the class. Tell them I'm too upset to
talk to them right now, but we'll meet again next week at the
same time."

"Sure, Grace," Lynn replied. "I'll see you later. Maybe I'll see
you later too, John," she called over her shoulder as she
scampered up the stairs. "Hope the rest of the day isn't to rough
for you!"

Grace and John were both quiet for a moment, drinking in what had
just happened.

"Well, they're gone," Grace said. "What did you think? Was it too
much?"

"I'll leave the decision of too much up to you," he replied. "I
told you that I'll do whatever you ask."

Grace laughed. "Realy?  Ok the, here's an idea. I give you a set
of tasks to accomplish. All will involve masturbation in some
kind of public place...a parking lot, a hotel, a beach...the
"where" will be different each time. We'll drive there together.
Sometimes you'll just be unzipped with your cock out, sometimes
with your pants off, and sometimes completely naked. I'll
document each outing with photos. The test will be how you react
to instructions. Afterwards, we'll review the situation. If you
can convince me that you've performed well, I'll let you
masturbate until you cum."

Still naked and tied to the frame, John's cock was at full
attention and throbbing. He started to respond, but Grace cut him
off.

"We'll do this for the next six weeks...every time you visit me,
or I visit you. Each time there'll be a different location, a
different theme, and different level of exposure. And we'll keep
a journal. You can talk about your level of arousal, the
perceived risk, and what makes you want to do this. I'll add
artistic notes about light, composition, difficulties involved
with the photography, and the feelings that each piece brings out
in me. At the end of each entry we'll talk about why the
performance does or does not warrant an orgasm."

"And if I get to cum, where will I have to do it?" John asked.

"Excellent question." Grace stared at John, still naked, tied,
and hard. "Some place at least semi-public, for sure. It will be
up to you whether or not to take advantage of it. Depending on
how badly you want to cum, maybe you'll take some chances. And
each time you pass on a chance, the next time will be harder. Of
course, you'll be getting more and more desperate, too. It's been
two days so far...what will you risk after 20? I'll set the
stage, but it will be up to you to do it. Will you be brave
enough?"

John's breath was coming faster. It was like he was approaching
climax without even touching himself. "And if we made the
journal, it would be just for us...right?"

"Well, it would be art, and as the artist it would be up to me
what to do with it. Maybe I'd show it to some of my
girlfriends...you know, to see what their reactions are. It all
depends, but the bottom line is that it would be up to me."

John sighed in resignation, his stiff cock already giving all the
agreement necessary. "You really want me to do this?"

Grace looked at him for a moment, her breath already quickening.
"You have no idea how much." She untied his arms. "Start stroking
your cock at 1..2..3..4.." John started immediately.

"Very good! I'm glad I didn't have to tell you twice." She put
her hand in her pocket and the buzzing in his ass started again.

"We'll start the first photo shoot now," Grace replied. "And
while I do this, I'll tell you how this whole thing is going to
work."

John was twitching, trying not to cum. The combination of the
vibrator and Grace snapping photos was almost too much. But he
held on.

For her part, Grace was in heaven. She couldn't believe how the
weekend had turned out. She had always had a dominant side, but
had never had the chance to really explore it. Usually, John was
the one in charge. Grace giggled. He was so cute; gasping for
breath, thrusting his hips into his hand, clenching his ass with
each thrust. He was so turned on doing exactly what she told him.
She wondered just how far she could take this.

"There are two ground rules. First, you will masturbate when ever
I tell you to, and for as long as I tell you. I don't care where
you are or who is around you; those are your problems, not mine.
Second, and this is very important, you will never cum without my
permission. There may be more rules later, but those are the
basics. Now stop stroking your cock!"

John dropped it immediately, and stood there catching his breath.
He was stunned on so many levels that he really couldn't process
everything. Grace had essentially asked, no demanded, that for
the next six weeks he put his cock under her control. The fact
that she might tell her girlfriends, and even show them the
photos, made it almost unbearably embarrassing for him, but also
all the more erotic. Making one last stab at control he said,
"Why should I agree to this?"

Grace smiled even wider and hugged him. "Because I want you to."

John hugged her back, and said, "I'll do it."


Chapter 6

The afternoon was slightly overcast as John walked toward Grace’s
house.  It had been six weeks since that weekend with the art
class, and each weekend since then had been an adventure. For
five weeks now they’d been playing a game, with Grace challenging
John to different levels of exposure, and each time raising the
bar, making it more risky.  The deal was that if Grace liked how
he performed the challenge, he could masturbate to climax at a
time and place of her choosing.  If he was brave enough.  When
they weren’t together, the rule was for him to be hard and
masturbating whenever they talked, and they talked daily,
sometimes for hours.  In effect, she had trained him to get an
erection at the sound of her voice.

Well, this was the last week for the game.  Grace had asked him
to come up for the weekend to accompany her to her first art
exhibition, and he had managed to arrange some business in town
as well.  Stopping in front of the door, he rang the bell.

“Well hello!” Grace beamed.  “I’m so happy to see you!” She
opened the door and stepped out into his arms.

John wrapped his arms around her and they hugged each other
close.  Her scent, her voice, her feel...the response was almost
instantaneous.

Letting go and taking a step back, he looked her up and down. 
Grace was dressed in a very sharp business suit and looked
fabulous.  "You look just great!" he managed to get out.

Grace nodded as if that were a given. “I really wasn’t sure if
you’d show up.  But now that you have, I don’t think that we
should waste any time.  You know the rules.  Take off your
clothes before you come in.  You can put them on the table.”

It was not a request.  Glancing down the street, John saw that it
was empty for the moment.  He pulled the shirt over his head,
slipped out of this shoes, and pulled off his jeans.  Naked in
the doorway for just an instant, he quickly stepped inside and
put the loosely folded the clothes where she had pointed.

Coming back over, John wrapped his arms around her again.  “I’ve
missed you.”

Grace melted against him.  “I’ve missed you too, but haven’t
really known what to do about it. I love our conversations, and
it means so much that you’ve given me your orgasms, but I miss
things like this...like just having your arms around me.”

John hugged her tighter, and pulled her head against his chest. 
They stood for moment, rocking back and forth, reveling in the
moment.  He could feel her breath, and the start of a few tears
against his chest.

Grace’s eyes weren't the only thing that was wet. She pushed him
away and said, “Stroke your cock for me now.  Fast. Go 1.2.3.4,
while I go get something.”

John started stroking, and Grace was back a moment later with a
pan of warm water, a razor, and a can of shaving cream.  “You
remember how you shaved me bare a few weeks ago?  Well, now it’s
your turn.”  She spread the towel on the living room floor.  “Lie
down.”

John lay on his back on the towel.  Grace cupped some water in
her hand and sprinkled it around his cock and on his balls, then
smoothed over the shaving cream.  She started at the top, and
soon his cock, and balls were smooth and bare.

“Roll over.”  John rolled onto his stomach.

“Hmmm.  How can I do this?  OK, keep your chest on the floor and
put your bottom in the air.  No, spread your knees apart. 
Right.”

John now had his bottom in the area with his legs spread wide. 
With his cheeks now separated, Grace wiped a handful of shaving
cream between them and went to work.  In no time, his entire
behind was as smooth as his balls.  “Now were ready,” Grace
announced.  "Stay like that for a moment."

The flash was the first indication that she'd set up a camera and
tripod.

“I wanted the tripod and remote so I can be in the photos too. 
Of course, I’ll keep my clothes on.  That first shot was great! I
can get a picture of your cute bottom.  I don’t think I had any
pictures of you like that. Your bottom in the air and you legs
spread apart, your balls hanging down below. And I like you
smooth like this.  I think I’ll keep you shaved."

She moved him around the room, positioning him on different
furniture, doing different things, her conservative dress always
in sharp contrast to his blatant nudity.  “For the last shot, I
want you standing next to me with your legs spread a bit so I can
cup your balls.”

John’s cock jumped as Grace’s hand squeezed his balls, almost a
little too tightly.  Like she was letting him know they were hers
to do with as she pleased.  John liked the possessive feel of it,
and she knew it.

“And smile!  These will be great!  I love the way this looks...me
dressed so conservatively and you so naked and so aroused!  The
composition of these photos is excellent!  The girls are going to
love these!”

“What?! You’ve been showing these pictures to your friends?”

“I told you that it would be up to me whether to share them. You
thought I was kidding?”

The game was suddenly getting very real.  “Who did you show them
too?  No one I know, right?”

“ A better question,” Grace said, “is who didn’t I show them too.
 And yes, you definitely know them, and now they know you in a
way they most certainly didn’t before.”

John couldn’t believe it.  She wouldn’t really have done
that...or would she.  He was worried.  What if her friends knew
that he masturbated whenever Grace told him…or worse, that he
could only cum when and where she told him to.  And now she was
going to show them pictures of him completely shaved!

“Grace, don’t do this.”

“Well,” said Grace, “we can think about it.  For now, I’m going
to run this roll of film down to the photo shop for development.
If I get there soon, Susie can have the pictures for us tomorrow.
I’ll tell her that you’ll be by to pick them up.”

“You want me to pick them up?”

“Of course!” Grace sounded surprised.  “For now though, I want
you sitting here in the foyer. Here, put a shirt on so you don’t
get chilled. No one will be able to see you unless they actually
come to the door.  The dry cleaner will be delivering some things
for tonight, but I should be back before that.  And oh yes, the
pace..  Go 1..2..3..4..and keep it up until I get back.”

Before John could register a protest, she scooped up his pants
and whisked out the door.

“Great,” he thought, “what if the dry cleaner shows up early? 
What if a friend comes over?”  There were two many “what ifs” to
think about.  He started stroking his cock as directed,
concentrating on the cadence.  It was kind of hypnotic, almost
like meditation.  He got lost in it, aware only of the stroke and
breath.  Until he heard the footsteps on the walk.

“Yoohoo!  Grace!  I stopped and got your dry cleaning for you!”

Just as the steps approached the front door, a car horn sounded.
“Hi Annie!” Grace shouted.  “Can you help me get some of this
stuff out of the car?”

Grace was walking toward the house.  “Get that grocery bag out of
the back, would you?” she said, and continued into the house.

Grace walked in and looked at John still masturbating in the
foyer.  “Very good.  I’m glad you’re staying on pace, but Annie
will be here any second and I left your clothes in the car.” 
Grace got a sly look on her face.  “I didn’t plan this, but I
want you to go in the kitchen and keep masturbating. Stand just
around the corner.”

John stepped into the kitchen a moment before Annie appeared at
the door.

“Oh, thanks so much Annie,” Grace gushed.  “I’m so rushed today,
I don’t know what I would have done without your help.  I have a
few moments though.  Would you like to come in for a cup of
coffee?”

“Sure,” Annie said, heading for the kitchen table, “if you’re
sure you have enough time.  I know you have that exhibition in
just a couple hours.”

Grace headed her off.  “Oh yes, but let’s sit in the living room.
 I put on a pot before I left and it should still be hot.”

After Annie was settled in the living room, Grace walked in to
the kitchen.  Leaning close to John she whispered, “Annie’s back
is to the dining room.  I want you to walk in there very quietly.
 Don’t do anything that would make her turn around.  I want to
watch you stroking your cock while we have our coffee. And pick
up the pace to 1.2.3.4.”  Without waiting for a reply, she turned
and took the coffee into the living room.

John did as directed, standing just behind Annie, masturbating
and hoping that he wouldn’t gasp too loudly.

As Grace walked in she saw Annie leafing through a book.  “What’s
that you’re looking at?”

“Oh, I saw the corner of this book peeking out from under the
sofa.  I must say, it makes for fascinating reading."

Grace leaned over to look.  “Oh yes, I’ve been keeping a photo
journal of some adventures John and I have been having. Here, let
me pull up a chair and I’ll tell you about them.”

Grace pulled up a chair to the opposite side of the coffee table,
so she could still keep an eye on John.

“The first time was in a parking garage.  We were on our way out
to dinner and John had just parked the car.  When he came around
to open the door for me I grabbed his belt and told him to take
his cock out.  I kept him there masturbating next to the car for
10 minutes while I filed my nails.  Then I started taking
pictures.  I told him he could cum after I finished, but some
women came out of the elevator and John got scared.  I was a
little disappointed, so he didn’t get to cum that weekend.

John couldn’t believe she was sharing all this with Annie.  This
was a woman he had met a number of times, and would almost
certainly have to interact with again.  How could he face her,
knowing that she’d seen pictures of him masturbating?  It was so
embarrassing!  But such a turn on too.

“These photos here,” Grace continued, “are from the next weekend.
 We drove to a shopping center, but the interesting thing is that
I made him leave his pants at home.  His challenge that day was
to park the car and masturbate until I was done shopping.  He had
to stay put until I came back out.  Unfortunately for him, he was
in a different parking space when I came back out, so he didn’t
get to cum that weekend either.”

John remembered that day.  Grace had been shopping for about half
an hour when an SUV with two young women pulled into the spot
next to him.  He was naked from the waist down, and had no way to
cover himself.  All he could do was hope that they wouldn’t look
over. But they did.  The one woman glanced in as she got out of
the car, then called the other over. They both started laughing,
and knocking on the window.  He had no choice but to start the
car and drive away.

Grace’s voice brought him out of his reverie.  “This set is the
third time.  We were driving across the state and I had him try
different things at each rest stop. The really fun part, though,
was his challenge for the weekend.  I told him he could cum at
the last rest stop if he could stay hard the whole way across the
state.  He almost made it.”

“So you’re telling me,” Annie interjected, “that you didn’t let
him cum for three weeks?”

“Oh no,” Grace assured her, “much longer than that. But wait,
this next set is great.  We were at a beach and I gave him a
thong to put on under his shorts.  When we got down there I took
his shorts and towel, and had him lay on his back.  It looked
like he was wearing a Speedo. He didn’t realize what would come
next.  I walked about 30 yards down the beach, sat in a lounge
chair, and called him on his cell phone.  I asked what he’d do if
he got hard, knowing that he’d have to make a choice;  he could
either let everyone see that he had an erection, or he could roll
over and show his bare bottom.  Just pointing this out made him
hard.  Either way, he’d get to cum if he was there when I came
back. As you can see, he chose to show off his bottom, but
prudence go the best of him and he couldn’t hold out. These last
photos of him running down the beach are priceless!”

“You are so bad!” Annie exclaimed.  “This is a great game, but
the poor guy must have been going crazy by then! Why does he let
you do this? But won’t he be mad that you’re showing me all
this?”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be embarrassed, but that’s exactly why I’ll
tell him.  And in the end, he knows it’s my decision.  But hold
on, there’s one more set, and these are my favorite.  Just last
week we were at a wine tasting at a hotel.  The restrooms were on
the mezzanine level.  I told John to go upstairs, around the
corner from the ladies room, then call me on his cell phone.  I
had him face down the hallway with his back to the mezzanine
area, and take out his cock. and masturbate for five minutes;  he
could time it, but under no circumstance was he to turn around. 
Of course, right after he called I went up to take photos.  It
was great watching him, and seeing these women walking by with no
idea what was happening just around the corner.  It must have
driven him crazy, standing there masturbating, hearing these
women going in and out, talking to each other, and not knowing if
one might peek around the corner.  Of course, just before the end
I walked up and cleared my throat.  John turned around, so he
didn’t get to cum that weekend either.”

John was trembling, trying desperately not to cum, but knowing
that he couldn’t slow down either.  Thinking about those times,
and hearing Grace tell her friend about them, show her pictures…

Grace knew that he wouldn’t hold out much longer, but there was
another problem. When Annie got up to go she’d almost certainly
see him.  Grace got up and took her friend’s hands, pulling her
up.  “This was fun, but I really do have to get ready.  Thanks
again for all your help, and please, don’t mention these pictures
to anyone.”

As Annie stood up, Grace gave her a quick hug, and with her head
motioned John into the kitchen. Annie bent to pick up her purse
just as John stepped into the kitchen.  Without a backward
glance, Annie headed for the door.  “Good luck with the
exhibition.  I know it will wonderful. Call me tomorrow.” 
Stopping, at the door, Annie turned for a moment to look at
Grace.  “Oh, and I love that little mirror on your end table.
Tell John I said hi!” and closed the door behind her.

John stepped out of the kitchen and Grace looked at him.  Not
giving him a chance to say anything, Grace was suddenly all
business.“Oh well, sometimes these things work, and sometimes
they don’t.  It’s just too bad that Annie is such a gossip. 
Anyway, the exhibition is at 7:00.  I’t only 4:00 now, so we
don't have much time. Let me tell you what I have in mind.”

“It’s been six weeks since you’ve cum, even though you’ve been
masturbating every day. I just can't tell you how much I've
enjoyed it!  I know that you must be getting pretty desperate by
now, so at some point this weekend I’ll tell you to cum.  You
won’t know when or where.  You’ll have 30 seconds to masturbate.
There will be no warning, so you'll have to keep yourself hard,
and almost at edge. The place will be public. Maybe your ego will
get in the way.  Maybe you’ll choose not to masturbate in the
place that I pick.  No matter what, keep in mind that if you're
not able to cum in those 30 seconds,  you’ll be in for a very
long wait indeed.

"How long?" John asked.

"Well, you've always been an over-achiever, and I know you pride
yourself on your self control.  I think that 500 days is a good
target."

"What! That's way too long.  No way!"

"Are you under the impression that this is your decision?  Fine,
now it's 1,000 days!"

John's mouth snapped shut.

"And don't think this will be easy for me either," Grace said. 
"While I love the way you use your tongue on my pussy and ass, I
really like to have your cock inside me. This will be a test for
both of us.

Chapter 7

“Hurry up, we have to get ready.”  Grace was pushing John toward
the bathroom.  “Start the shower and I’ll be in shortly.  I have
to lay out our clothes.”

John adjusted the water temperature and stepped in.  A few
moments later Grace joined him.  He liked washing her, and soaped
her thoroughly from top to bottom, and paying particular
attention to her bottom.  She returned the favor, bringing him to
the edge first with her hands between his cheeks and around his
cock, then again with her mouth, engulfing his cock almost
completely.  Still not letting him cum, Grace abruptly said
“Enough playing.  Let’s rinse off and get dressed.”

Drying off quickly, Grace dressed in an elegant but simple,
emerald green evening gown, beautiful with her red hair.  She
laid out a black tux for John, and hustled him into it. “Step
into these.  I hope they fit.”

John stepped into the trousers, not commenting on the lack of
underwear.  Grace pulled them up over this hips and fastened
them.  “Looks great.  A perfect fit.  Finish dressing and then
let’s get out of here. We’re kind of in a hurry.  Considering how
good we are with directions, I scheduled a car to pick us up at
6:00.”

Showered and dressed in record time, they walked outside just as
the limo was arriving.  The chauffeur, an attractive, 40-ish
woman, stepped around and opened the door.  As they were getting
in John asked, “is the exhibition tonight a continuation of the
windows theme?  Or are you on to something else?”

“In a manner of speaking it’s still the windows, but also a
departure.  The name of the exhibition is “La Ventana al Alma”. 
It’s hard to explain without actually showing you the work.” 
Without explaining any further, Grace turned and focused on the
traffic flowing past them.

Later, John noticed himself sticking to the seat.  Reaching under
himself, he felt the trousers. “Grace! The seam is open in the
back of these pants!  We have to go back!”

“Let me see.”  She slid a hand under his ass and felt for the
ripped seam.  As she put her hand in, it opened even more. 
“Well, you’re right.  You do have a big hole in your pants.  The
back is open almost all the way from the crotch to the belt line,
but we’re out of time. We’re going to get there right at 7:00 as
it is.”

“But I don’t even have any underwear!”

“Well, you’ll have to be very careful.”

Shortly before 7:00 the limo pulled up to a small gallery, with a
number of people already milling about inside.

I'm curious,” Grace said. “If this was your change, your 30
seconds, would you be ready?  I don't think you are.  You're not
even a little hard."

John took only a moment to pull down his zipper and start
stroking his cock.  Grace watched with amusement. As his
breathing turned to gasps she said, "You know John, I only said
what if...this is definitely not your 30 second chance! I think
you'd better stop."

John groaned, his cock red and throbbing in his hand. The
chauffeur, who he’d completely forgotten about, was holding open
his door.  “It was a pleasure driving you, sir.  I hope you have
a pleasant evening.”

Grace nudged him out the door as he jammed his cock back in his
pants.  He stood there for a moment, collecting himself, as the
limo pulled away.  He glanced toward the gallery, watching the
people milling about inside.  There was something odd.  As Grace
took his hand and they walked toward the building, it came to
him.

“Interesting,” John thought, “they’re all women.”  Then he
realized that he knew nearly all of them.  They were all friends
or students of Grace’s that he had met at one time or another. 
Glancing around, his gaze fell on the art itself.  He froze.

The gallery was a large room with hardwood floors, white walls,
and high ceilings.  At the entrance stood a placard that read La
Ventana al Alma: Un Solo se Ruboriza.  Mounted on the walls in
life-size reproduction were the masturbation sequences Grace had
photographed over the last five weeks.

Standing next to him, Grace reached behind John and snaked her
hand into the hole in his pants. Holding his balls in the palm of
her hand, she asked,"Do you have a problem with this?"

He peered in through the window, watching Grace's friends move
from one display to the next.  They had all met him at one time
or another.  Some were blushing, clearly embarrassed, and
probably for him.  Others openly giggled, pointed, and laughed. A
few just stared, flushed and glassy-eyed. The whole thing was
surreal.  It couldn't really be happening.

Grace squeezed his balls a little tighter.  "Do you remember what
I told you when we started this?  That this is art, and as the
artist it would be up to me what to do with it?"

One of the women was reading the essay accompanying the
exhibition, apparently engrossed in the thought behind the art.

"You know," Grace continued, absentmindedly massaging John's
balls, rhythmically tightening and releasing her grasp, "what I'm
aiming for here is a multi-layered conceptual piece.  On the
first level, we have the photos themselves, which are designed to
evoke a wide range of emotion, hopefully generating a reaction
first, and then some thought."

"On the next level is the essay I wrote, which discusses the
social and psychological phenomena embodied in the photos...the
exhibitionism, the shame, and ultimately the submission that is
so clearly present."

John felt his cock starting to swell again.

"The third level is something that these women aren't even aware
yet.  That it's the exhibition itself that will be the final work
of art. A performance piece that even now is continuing to
evolve. Something we will all be able to experience in full
measure through viewing their reactions on film."

John couldn't begin to fathom the thought processes involved.  At
least not now.  All he knew was that through these pictures, he
was permanently exposed.

"I know that you're terribly ashamed that all my friends are
seeing pictures of you naked and masturbating.  You probably just
want to go hide." She opened the door and, maintaining her grip
on his balls, pushed him inside, "but you really have to go
inside for the full effect."

As they stood just inside the door, Grace went on. "Look at them.
You can read the emotions like a book.  Over there...Sheila's
amused, but her friend Amy is embarrassed.  Rachel is finding
this revolting, but she always was a little uptight. Julie looks
like she's getting turned on."

She continued to scan the faces of her friends."You know, there's
still one thing missing here...can you figure out what it is?"

Grace was silent for moment, and when John didn't respond she
answered for him. "Shock.  That's what's missing." Smiling, she
pulled down the zipper on John's trousers and said, "Remember, I
am the artist.

"You have 30 seconds."

Chapter 9

"Hey you!"

John looked up from his magazine and smiled.  It was a big smile
that started at the corners of his mouth and grew until it took
over his whole face. Jumping up, he swept the woman standing over
him into a hug.

"Hey yourself!" he managed to get out, before losing himself in
the embrace. Nothing else was said...nothing needed to be.

Parting, John slid back into the booth and Grace followed,
sitting so their thighs touched. It had been two years since
they'd seen each other or even talked.  It was the deal they made
after her exhibition.

That had been over the top.  Bringing him to a surprise photo
exhibition where public masturbation, his, was on display.

Grace moved her hand into John's lap, finding just what she
expected. "Are you glad I still have that kind of effect on you?"
she asked.

John blushed.  "I guess some things don't change."

"Hmmm.  What else hasn't changed? Do you still like being teased?
 I mean, do you miss having someone tell you when to masturbate,
when you're allowed to cum, that sort of thing?"

John look down, blushing even brighter. "Sometimes."

"Oh, only sometimes.  So you don’t want someone to control you,
or make you take any chances, or put you in, say, difficult
situations..."  Grace's eyes were shining.  It was amazing how
easily she slipped back into her old role. With a knowing look,
she said, "So tell me, how long did you play with yourself before
you came to meet me?"

When John couldn't look her in the eye, she knew her guess was
right.

"Tell me." she said with a sweet smile. "Tell me, tell me, tell
me.  How long did you masturbate before coming here?

"About two hours," he mumbled.

"And where were you doing this?"

"In the car.  I parked in a garage."

"Ah hah.  And why did you pick a parking garage for your little
masturbation session?"

"Because that's the first place you made me do it."

"Mmm hmm.  I remember.  I had you masturbate until I finished
filing my nails. But that time you had to stand outside the car.
Is that what you did this morning?"

"No, I stayed in the car." John admitted.

"I see."  Grace frowned a little bit.  "Not as daring as before.
Were you at least naked, or just unzipped?"

Getting more uncomfortable by the second, John glanced around,
then said in a low voice, "I kept my shirt on.  My pants were in
the back seat."

"Well, that's something."  Grace rewarded him with the return of
a smile.  At least if someone came by you'd definitely be caught.
 And were you? Caught?"

"A few people came by, but I don't think that anyone saw me."

Grace pretended to pout. "Oh, too bad.  I'll bet that would have
been sooo exciting for you.  Someone  to come by and see you with
your hard cock in your hand. But how would you feel about it?  A
little embarrassed? Totally ashamed?"


Grace answered the question for him. "I bet you'd feel
humiliated, but that would only make you harder.  And with your
pants in the back, you'd have no where to hide.  You'd have to
keep stroking your cock while they watched. And what do you think
their reaction would be?  Would they be shocked?  Would they be
turned on?  Or would they just be amused?"

John was getting redder by the second.

"If it were me, I think I'd just be amused.  I'd stand there and
smile and watch you jerk off. Maybe I'd call a friend and tell
them all about it while I watched. The big question, of course,
is would you cum?  Did you? This morning?"

John finally looked up.  "Of course not! Don't you remember?"

Grace looked confused.  "Remember what?"

John was bright red, and Grace didn't know if it was from
embarrassment, anger, or frustration.

"The last time...the last time we were together, you told me. 
You said at least an hour every day!"

Grace was shocked.  "Oh my god!  I'd forgotten all about that! Do
you mean you've been doing that for nearly two years?"

"Not two years...1,000 days.  Today is the day! You told me!"

Her look of shock turned to a sly smile. "And did you follow all
of my instructions? The part about waiting for me to call?."

John didn't answer, but put an envelope on the table.

"What's this?" Grace asked.

"Something I wrote for you. A poem. I think it will answer your
question."

Grace opened the envelope and took out two sheets of high quality
paper.  Unfolding them, she scanned the contents and began to
read aloud:



Lonely in the morning grey
Frantic by the evening shade
The severing of ties you say
Has freed me not from things forbade

For you still make the rules each day
The how, the where, the when you say
Directing me in lewd display
No question but that I'll obey

A game was offered long ago
A way of life it's now become
Unknown to both the thoughts you'd sow
And how by those we're each undone

But now you know what you incite
The thoughts I think both morn and night
The passion flame that you ignite
That what I hold is yours by right

So every morning when I wake
To grasp my dreams in shaking hand
I wonder how my pride you'll take
And blush at what I must withstand

In spiral lust you have me bare
Not only soul but all I dare
Both knowing that I must forswear
What's been relinquished to your care

You keep me naked by the phone
Have you told others of my plight?
That hard and throbbing all alone
I sit and shine your rigid knight

At times I think that you'll relent
And open gates to what's unspent
But that's not ever your intent
Just fantasy my mind invents

Instead you giggle at my state
And have me set a faster pace
Then laughing say I think we'll wait
And stop me short of wet disgrace

For yours it is to grant release
As day by day my urge increase
A constant tease with no surcease
Forever tied to your caprice

I ask you why you play this game
Exposing me in different ways
Your answer always stays the same
The love displayed when I obey
	But I think the connection's it
Intangible but intimate
And why I feel I must submit
To only that which you permit

Or could be you just like my blush
And sound of barely stifled moans
As scenes you paint with verbal brush
Leave just one hand to hold the phone

And all those photos that you shoot
Of my perpetual salute
Exhibit what’s beyond refute
That you control my vain pursuit

Perhaps you show them to your friends
And tell them what you have me do
But any shame I must transcend
And with each stroke my oath renew

Yet doing so I can't complain
Or even to myself explain
My grim resolve to still abstain
Accepting that you hold the reins

In patient frenzy still I wait
For you to make my hope come true
And free me from this turgid state
If even just to start anew

Instead you hold me rampant thrall
Pacing through my rooms and halls
With orders to stay hard and tall
And keep on edge until you call

But days go by and weeks and weeks
When you don't phone or send me mail
Then fantasies in weird batik
Strip layers from my ego's veil

It's then I think of what we do
And look inside in hard review
To find that all I want is you
And hope that I'm what you want too

So following the schedule set
I stay aroused throughout the day
But keep my climax still unmet
No denouement to what we play



Grace's voice was choked with both emotion. "So you've been
sitting naked by the phone, jerking off every day for 1,000 days,
waiting for permission to cum."  It was a statement, not a
question.

This time John didn't even respond.

Grace thought for a moment. "What goes through your head, sitting
there playing with yourself all that time. Tell me what you think
about."

In a low voice, John said "I think about the things you used to
make me do.  The places you used to make me do it.  The naked
situations you put me in. Sometimes I think up new situations,
and wonder if I'd let you do that to me again."

Grace let the silence draw out; she needed the time to get
control of herself. She realized that the seed she planted over
two years ago had grown and blossomed, and she hadn't even known
it. "Well," she thought, "too late to go back."

Rolling her hand she said, "And?"

"And what?"

"And what did you decide?"

"I didn't really.  It's just what I think about when I...you
know."

"When you...?"

John lowered his voice.  "You know, when I play with myself."

"Ohhh, when you play with yourself.  So when you're jerking off
you think you will let me, and when you're not you think you
won't?"

"Pretty much. When I'm not I wonder if it's just a fantasy, or if
I'd really let you do it."

"I think you'd let me expose you anywhere and any way I wanted."

"I don't think so.," John replied, a little defiantly.

Grace smiled, almost a little sadly.  "Oh, John. You're kidding
yourself.  How can you say that after that poem you just gave me.
No, you'll do whatever I tell you. In fact, I'll prove it.  I
want to see your bare cock, and I want to see it right now."

John stared at her.

"Do it.  I know you want to.  I know you're just dying to have
your cock out here in the restaurant.  But of course, you would
never do it yourself.  No, I'm making you do it. Come on John,
show it to me.  Isn't this what you were thinking about this
morning, sitting there, jerking off in your car?  Show it to me.
It will only get worse if I have to ask again."

John looked around and, thankful for the table cloth, unzipped
his pants and pulled out his cock.

Grace reached under the table, reveling in the smooth warmth,
still not quite believing that he did these things for her.

"Well, I'm glad we cleared that up. It seems as though we're well
on our way to one of those naked situations again.  But what I
really want to know is why you do listen to me. Why do you get
off on doing what I tell you, no matter how embarrassing it might
be?"

John's voice was hoarse. "I don't know that I've ever tried to
really think it through."

"Oh, well maybe if we review that list of fantasies you sent me
oh so long ago?  Let's see...you wanted to...

"No! I don't need you to recite the list."

"Oh, are you sure? I think I know it by heart. Most of it deals
with me making you play with yourself in, shall we say, less than
private circumstances?"

John was silent for a moment, then said, "This whole thing, it's
not the embarrassment, or the exhibitionism that gets me off, its
the  vulnerability...to you."

"Mmmm.  I like that..."  She started stroking his cock slowly.
"And judging from how hard you are, I'll bet you're feeling
pretty vulnerable right now. Shall we see just how vulnerable you
want to be?" She stroked him faster.

Trying desperately to change the subject, he glanced at her and
said "I thought you were bringing a friend.  I'm glad you decided
to come alone."

"I'll bet you are. But so sorry,  I did bring someone. You
remember Hannah from my old neighborhood?  You've met her a
couple times. I was just anxious to see you, so I had her drop me
off at the door.  She's parking the car and should be in any
minute."