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(Warning: adult material of a sexual nature; not intended for readers
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NEW PLATEAUS: Part 5
by Jumper
When Sheila got back, I finished the last bit of paperwork
regarding Amy Roth. Sheila sat in the chair across from me, and said, "How
about an arm wrestle?" She leaned forward and put her elbow squarely on
the middle of my desk with her arm straight up, fingers wiggling
invitingly. "What do you say?" she asked. "Loser becomes the winner's
slave for the next two hours." We'd played this game before and I'd won,
but barely. Sheila carried a lot of strength in those slender, but sinewy
limbs.
The last time I'd strained myself into a sweat before I'd penned
her dark knuckles to the gleaming desk top. In fact, she'd had my knuckles
dangerously close to the desk top before I'd finally reversed and penned her.
But she'd been a good sport about it, and stripped naked at my
command. Sheila had an impressive athletic body, honed to perfection by
hours in the gym. She'd let me squeeze her chocolate nipples, and only
flinched a little when I pinched them hard. And she'd bent double over my
desk with her ass jutting out to receive the blows from a leather strap:
fifty hard cracks across her ebony cheeks which darkened with each blow,
rather than reach a glowing pink. Not one groan, not even one wiggle as
she took my hardest blows stoically, and then actually begged me to whip
her harder.
I had gotten out the cane and cracked it across both cheeks with
all of my strength, and finally got a reaction - a sudden gasp, then a
contented purr. She took twenty cuts of the cane, until her ass was
criss-crossed with dark stripes that burned my fingertips. Finally, I
reached between her thighs and found her pussy dripping with arousal. I
probed her vagina with three fingers, which quickly became lubricated
enough to slip into her asshole - all three of them roughly and at once.
She jabbed her ass backwards and impaled my fingers even deeper.
"Fuck me in the ass," was the only thing she'd said up to then,
that and a few satisfied moans. Hurriedly, I dropped my pants to the
floor and jammed my rod into her pussy for a few strokes until it was slick
with her juices, then I jammed it all the way into her ass.
It was very tight and satisfying in there, and I was ready to come
in a few strokes; but I held back until she thrashed about in the throes of
her own orgasm. Then I cut loose and flooded her rear passage. Finally, I
sagged across her back with my dick still buried in her ass, her flaming
cheeks hot against my belly.
It was one of the most incredible experiences of my life, so now
as Sheila offered me another chance at her wonderful body, I took it, even
though I'd almost lost last time. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to cum
in that incredibly tight passage again, the one favor Darla had denied me.
Sheila wasn't the only woman who had ever let me fuck her in the ass, but
she was the only woman who actually seemed eager for it, as if she couldn't
get enough.
So as Sheila assumed the arm-wrestle position in the middle of my
desk, I automatically rose to the challenge. Leaning forward, I placed my
elbow next to hers: grasping her slender hand, feeling the steely strength
in her dark fingers as they curled around my pale hand.
"On three," she said, her voice husky with desire. And I've got
to admit I was pretty horny as well, especially after the Amy incident.
"One, two, three."
Immediately, her arm came alive, actually pushing my wrist halfway
toward the desktop before I responded and slowly forced her back into
starting position. She smiled and said, "You're trying to win." There was
no strain in her voice, which I found a bit disconcerting, because I
couldn't trust my own voice. I was afraid it would quiver from my effort
to keep her at starting point.
"You want to whip my butt again, don't you?" she taunted. "And
maybe my tits as well." I could only nod, as I felt beads of sweat pop out
on my forehead. But I was intrigued by the idea of striping her breasts,
perhaps with a light riding crop. I was sure the tender flesh wouldn't be
able to take as much abuse as her nether cheeks. Maybe I could make her
beg for mercy this time.
"You made my ass hurt real bad," Sheila confessed. "I couldn't
sit down for days without squirming. I don't think anyone has ever whipped
me so hard. My pussy is wet just thinking about it."
My dick was a thick rod at her words, and I suddenly realized that
was her intent. The images she conjured were distracting me, and there was
a slight tremor in my hand as she forced me down a couple of inches.
Sheila must have felt it as well, because she smiled and said. "Then maybe
you'll fuck me up the ass again. Wasn't it nice and tight in there?
Didn't your cock just love it?"
And that was the end. For a moment I relived that exquisite
orgasm, and then my knuckles slammed down against the desk top. As Sheila
yelped with victory, I massaged my aching hand; and I felt incredibly
apprehensive. I had lost the rights to her body, just as I had
relinquished the rights to my own body for the afternoon.
"Man, are you going to pay for the last time," she said with an
eager smile. "I've wanted a chance at your lilly-white ass for a long
time." Her words were so frightening, that for a moment I considered
welching on the bet and going home. But I remembered how compliant she had
been as my slave. Could I display any less honor?
When she said, "I want you completely naked for this," I
reluctantly removed my clothes even my socks, lest that would earn extra
punishment. After all, she had said "completely naked" and I knew how the
game was played. While I undressed, she rummaged in the closet and emerged
with several painful-looking implements that would no doubt give her more
pleasure than me. Somehow I got the feeling that this wasn't going to be a
simple spanking and fucking like I'd given her.
Sheila's eyes shot to my cock, which despite my apprehension
jutted before me like a vermilion lance. She licked her lips, then set her
"toys" on a corner of her desk. "Lock your fingers behind your head,
Charles." I obeyed, which made my chest jut forward, and she stepped
behind me, fastened leather cuffs on my wrists, and clicked them together.
I still had the ability to slide my hands over my head, so she fastened a
leather belt around my waist, which she connected to my cuffs with yet
another leather strap with clips on both
ends. Now my arms were effectively locked in place.
She locked leather restraints around my ankles, and fastened them
together with a short chain. "Take a step forward." I hobbled forward one
step, but apparently I still had too much freedom, because she shortened
the chain, and told me to take another step. This time I could only slide
forward half a step in a rattling /scooting motion. "Perfect," she said,
with a hard slap on the ass. I flinched with the unexpectedness of the
blow, but it didn't really hurt, just a mild sting followed by a warm glow.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Sheila looked down at my cock again, then gave it a hard slap
across the mushroom head. "Ouch!" I regretted my outburst, because I had
wanted to be as stoic as she had been, but of course I hadn't punished her
genitals. In fact I had been very nice to her pussy.
"Don't be such a sissy," said Sheila, as her other hand slammed
my cock in the other direction. This time I managed to restrain myself to
a moan, but that still wasn't good enough for her. "One more sound, and
I'm going to gag you," she said, as she wrapped one hand around my cock.
She rubbed away the hurt with firm stroking motions, then began pumping
more vigorously. "You're not allowed to come," she said, then pumped even
harder, as if trying to force me to the state she had forbidden. Suddenly,
it was right there and I was ready to explode with a violent twitching of
my hips.
As if sensing my distress, Sheila squeezed my dick hard, stanching
the potential flow, as she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her
mouth. Her teeth bit hard, and I screamed. She didn't break skin, but my
cock lost all interest in anything except escape. Instantly, it softened
into a limp noodle and tried to slip from Sheila's lips, but her teeth held
onto me for a few more moments, before releasing my cock, slick with her
saliva, and allowing it to dangle between my thighs.
"You bitch," I gasped. "I never bit your clit."
"But you could have," she said with a stern expression. Her chin
was moist where my limp dick had fallen from her mouth. "I was totally at
your command, and I didn't give you nearly the crap you're giving me."
Which was true. She had been very compliant and completely
noncomplaining, when she had taken my hardest blows across her ass.
Embarrassed, I lowered my head and said, "Your wish is my command,
Mistress." I glanced at the clock and saw that I still had to endure most
of my two hours as a slave. Had she really caused so much pain and
humiliation in such a short period of time? Even so, I resolved to be at
least as tough as Sheila had been.
Pulling out a riding crop, Sheila slashed across my left thigh
with a sharp stinging sensation; as I flinched and hobbled back she lashed
my other thigh, and I squelched a cry. With a flurry of cuts, she left a
series of red stripes all up and down my thighs, then she circled behind me
and started slashing my back. I took it all stoically as she left burning
cuts across my shoulder blades and the small of my back. Finally, she came
back to my front and began striking my nipples. I gasped and hobbled back,
but she followed with several more vicious slices across my chest.
"Stand still, you fucking wimp," she said. My torso was
completely covered with long, thin welts, causing each fresh cut of the
whip to land on old stripes, intensifying the pain until I wanted to
scream. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, she stepped back and
gave me a thin smile. "Very good, Charles. And your mister/mister seems
to like it as well." She grasped my cock, which once again stood at
vicious attention, begging for an orifice to ravage. "Maybe you've been on
the wrong side of the paddle all these years."
I didn't contradict her, but I knew she was wrong. I much preferred soft,
feminine buttocks steaming under my spanks; I didn't like this side of it
at all. Yet, as she pointed out, I was incredibly hard. It made me wonder
about myself.
Just then, the phone rang, and Sheila picked it up. "This is the
law office of Charles Merrill. May I help you?" There was a pause, then
Sheila said, "One moment, please." Covering the mouth piece with one
hand, she said, "Someone named Darla. Do you want to take it?"
"Yes, I ordered her to call at this time." Sheila set the
instrument on speaker phone, and I said, "Hi, Darla. Your call is exactly
on time." A sigh of relief filled the office. I had promised her ten hard
strokes of the belt if she didn't call at this precise moment.
Sheila smiled at the sigh, and I knew she realized the nature of
this call. Which was fine. We had no need for secrets or jealously.
There was no love between us, just recreation. "Darla, are you naked as I
ordered?" I asked.
"Yes," Darla whispered. "But someone is in the next stall." She
was at work in the library, calling on the cellular phone I had bought her.
Meanwhile, Sheila had dropped to her knees, and she sucked my rigid cock
into her mouth. At my gasp, Darla said, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said as Sheila stuffed my shaft all the way to the
back of her throat. "Is your ass still sore from last night's caning?" I
asked.
"Yes," Darla whispered. "It's hard for me to sit down."
"Good," I said. "Maybe next time you'll obey my rules." Sheila
paused from sucking my cock and smiled up at me. Whatever differences
Sheila and I might have, we both agreed that a slave required stern
discipline. "Put one foot on the toilet seat," I told Darla. A ceramic
clatter came over the speaker, so I knew Darla had done what I'd ordered.
"Is your pussy spread wide open?"
There was a moment's hesitation, as if Darla was too embarrassed
to tell me, then a timid, "Yes."
"Rub your clit."
She gasped, then moaned, and I knew she had followed through, and
was massaging the delicate bud. Meanwhile, Sheila had started licking my
balls. I almost moaned along with Darla, but I held back, because I didn't
want Darla to realize what was happening on this end of the line. Even
though Darla was slowly coming out of her sexual shell, I suspected she
wouldn't be as liberal as Sheila about other women.
"Stick your finger in your pussy," I rasped. Another moan came
across the speaker, and I almost moaned in unison as Sheila nibbled my
scrotum with her teeth: not enough to hurt, just little pleasure bites.
"Fuck yourself, Darla. Fuck yourself with your finger."
Darla's breath came harder and faster, as she obeyed my command;
as did my own breath as Sheila pumped my shaft in and out of mouth.
"Faster," I whispered, "faster." I wasn't sure if I was telling Darla or
Sheila, but both obeyed my command. As Sheila's head bobbed on my dick, a
mild squeak filled the speaker phone, and I knew Darla was cumming. At
that moment I released my own juices into Sheila's mouth, and she swallowed
fast and furiously, sucking me dry.
When I finally regained my senses, I was aware of Darla's voice
filling the room. "Charles? Are you there?" Standing before me with a
slimy rivulet of white cum trailing down her dark chin, Sheila gave me a
wicked smile. I suddenly remembered her command not to cum. With a
sinking feeling in my gut, I realized I was really in for it now.
"Charles?" Darla again.
"I'm here, Darla," I said. "Did you have a nice cum?"
There was a slight hesitation, then in a soft voice, Darla
whispered, "Yes."
"Good girl, Darla. You may now get dressed and go back to work."
There was a rustling in the background as Darla began handling her
clothes. "Oh and remember, Darla, no undergarments."
Again, Darla's soft whisper filled the room, "Yes, Master."
"And when you sit down, make sure you lift you skirt so that your
whipped ass is on the cushion."
"Yes, Master." A click was followed by a dial tone as Darla
disconnected her phone. Meanwhile, I was painfully aware of my limp dick
with Sheila's saliva all over it. She reached over and shut off my
speaker phone. "So tell me all about, Darla," Sheila said.
I quickly filled her in, omitting nothing. Perhaps if I
cooperated to the fullest, Sheila would go easier on me for disobeying her
command. But as her pink tongue flashed out and licked my cum off her
chin, I knew I wouldn't be that lucky. She was taunting me. "Well, sounds
like you've got her training off to a good start," said Sheila. "Let me
know if you need any help." Then Sheila put her hands on my naked hips
and turned me toward my desk.
"You were bad, Charles. You made a mess all over my face, and
after I told you not to." She pushed against the small of my shoulders
and forced me to bend across the top of the desk. Since my hands were
still bound behind my head, Sheila helped ease my chest against the hard,
cold wood, so that my ass jutted out at an embarrassing angle. I couldn't
help but remember Amy Roth in this same position not all that long ago.
Then it had seemed sexy, and I had wanted to bury my cock in her cunt. But
now I was not aroused, only scared. "You've earned yourself some serious
punishment, Charles," said Sheila. Her long nails raked across my buns,
leaving burning streaks in their wake.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," I said.
"Silence, Slave." Her hand slammed across my ass so hard that my
pelvis jammed painfully against the edge of the desk. I could feel the
imprint of her hand burning my right cheek. I felt her shoe against my
bare heels and at her prodding I spread my legs as far apart as the
shackles would allow.
It wasn't until her finger poked at my asshole that I realized how
spread open she had forced me. "You enjoyed fucking me here, didn't you
Charles?" I felt cold lubricant rubbing against my anus, then her finger
jammed all the way into my rectum. I started to rise, but her finger
withdrew and a leather strap slammed against both of my cheeks with
staggering force. All my air expelled in a ragged grunt as pain consumed
my buttocks. "Damn, Sheila!"
"I warned you, Slave." Then she forced a ball gag between my
lips and snapped the strap around my fingers, which were still locked
behind my head. "Maybe this will keep your pansy ass quiet." Then she
stepped back, and I heard a loud swoosh as the strap ripped through the air
and cracked against my ass with even more force than the last time; over
and over again with rapid ferocity, slashing me everywhere from the top of
my thighs, to the top of my crack then back down again. Each blow made me
feel as if I wanted to die, and each blow was worse than the last. Where
did the woman get so much strength? Each blow jammed my pubic bone against
the desk and gradually my dick grew hard again,
until it was rubbing against the edge, fucking the wood with each blow of
the whip.
When the whipping finally stopped I was not quite aware of it; I
was too busy
grinding my cock against the desk, trying to cum. "Stop that," came
Sheila's stern voice, then I felt her reach between my thighs, and her
talon fingernails clawed the tender flesh of my shaft. I wanted to scream
but the gag prevented such overt displays of anguish. Sheila squeezed and
clawed until my dick lost all interest in life, and dangled uselessly
between my legs. "That's better," she finally said. "I'm the one who's
supposed to enjoy this, Charles, not you."
Then she parted my cheeks and something hard pressed against my
lubricated anus. For a moment I thought it was her finger again, but I
quickly realized that it was too hard and too large to be anything but a
dildo similar to the one Sheila had forced up Amy Roth's ass. And now she
was doing it to me. Again, my attempts to scream were frustrated by the
gag, as Sheila forced the large shaft into my asshole. I've never been
opened so widely, and I've never felt so much pain; not even the brutal
beating Sheila had just given me hurt this bad.
The dildo threatened to split me in half, and just as I was
certain it would go no deeper, Sheila gave a little twist and embedded a
couple of more inches into my rectum. My body bucked on the desk trying to
dislodge the invader, but Sheila kept me in place with a firm hand against
my back. "You loved fucking me up the ass, Charles. How do you like it?"
Well, I didn't like it all as she forced even more of the shaft
into my bowels. Sheila reached between my legs and squeezed my balls,
gently I was relieved to feel. Then she massaged my cock and as she fucked
my ass with the dildo, she worked me into another erection. I wouldn't
have thought it possible, but as my cock came to life the fullness in my
ass actually became pleasurable. As the dildo pumped my ass faster and
faster, her hand increased the tempo on my raging shaft. Before long I
felt another surge building up into an impending explosion. I groaned into
the gag and tossed my head as mute warning, but still she pumped.
Finally, when we both knew I couldn't take anymore, Sheila leaned
close to my ear and said, "Okay, Charles, you may now cum." And with her
permission I sprayed all over her hand and all over the side of my
expensive desk, and in that moment of exquisite pleasure I've never loved
any woman more than I loved Sheila for the duration of my orgasm. But as
the bliss drained away and as my dick died within her grasp, the pain in my
asshole and buttocks returned, and I really hated the bitch.
"Good boy, Charles. You are a good little slave." As I lay
across my desk in exquisite pain and totally exhausted, my tired gaze
rested on my timepiece. Holy shit! I still had an hour of slavery to go!
"Hmm, I wonder what we should do next," said Sheila, as her
leather strap began to slap my ass again.
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