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From: darla@accessone.com, ming@ra.isisnet.com (DarMing)
Subject: LOGIC  (bdsm)

Logic

Ming  (ming@ra.isisnet.com)1997


There's a delicate sort of balance in some scenes. Several balls are
in the air, you might say, and if one or more falls to the ground, it
can ruin everything. Three person scenes for example, can be
especially tricky. The heart and soul of most scenes involves power
exchange. You submit to me, in the context of the scene at least, and
I accept your submission. But now add a third -- you see the problem?
It's like the old feudal system -- the _real_ one I mean, not the
silly romanticized one we get in "historical" novels. There you have
a complex web of fealty oaths. So complex that some pairs of people
were simultaneously overlords and vassals of one another. No wonder
there were neverending little "wars!"

I'm sure that many, if not most, of these problems can be overcome by
careful planning;  by 'scripting' the scene in advance. But scripted
scenes play differently from 'spontaneous' ones -- differently and
not as hot. At least that's the way that it usually goes with us. In
the midst of the heat, if there isn't room to improvise, there will
be things that are missed. So we don't normally script to any great
degree. And sometimes we have problems.

The general principle is to let the person who seems to have the
strongest sense of the scene take the lead. If you are thinking that
since I am the Dom that person must always be me, then I advise you
to avoid multi-person scenes!

We weren't at all certain that we were going to play with her at this
meeting. Of course we weren't sure that we weren't. We had met her
once before and things seemed to click, but one never knows. Then we
picked her up (having decided previously that we would all go in one
car to the restaurant) and there was no more uncertainty. You got out
to greet her and open the back door, and when you got back into the
car you looked at me. A very hot look. And we knew then. I turned and
smiled at her sitting in the back seat. She shivered a bit at that
smile, so it seems that she could tell too. I took that as a very
good sign.

The parking lot is nearly empty and I can pick an out-of-the-way
corner space. Just in case. Of such trifling details are the most
profound experiences of our lives made. We are out of the car and
standing there by ourselves, when you move behind her and run your
hand lightly up the back of her leg. She freezes at your touch, her
eyes wide.

"Darling -- look!" you say cheerfully as you flip up her short skirt,
showing me her thigh-highs and her pale peach silk briefs. I smile
at you and nod --- it's a sign.  We walk into the restaurant then,
with our pet between us. And from that time we have our hands upon
her nearly continuously. She keeps her head down except to dart
little glances at me or you from time to time. We smile at her each
time she does this and give her little pats and affectionate
caresses. I feel perfectly relaxed for the first time since our
lunch was confirmed, and I can see that you do as well.

Inside there are few diners -- another good sign, and we have our
choice of seating. I select a table against the back wall and motion
for her to take the leather covered bench seat. You scoot in on her
left, and I -- instead of taking the chair opposite, slide in on her
right. It's a bit of a squeeze -- but it suits us perfectly!

Soon the waiter has taken our order and we sit in an anticipatory
silence. I have some ideas of course, but I see certainty in your
flashing eyes, and I nod, ceding the lead to you.

"Just _look_ at her, darling," you say for her benefit rather than
mine -- I already _am_ looking at her. 

"Have you ever in your life seen a pet so _ready_?" In truth I
haven't -- except for you, of course. Then your voice drops. 

"_Do_ her darling -- now. Please? Don't make the poor thing wait any
longer. I don't think she _can_!"

She is blushing furiously, with her head still down of course, but I
get another, and _very_ hot, darting glance from her. I smile again
and put my hand under her skirt. The skin above her stocking is
humid to the touch.

"Just raise your lovely bottom up from the bench pet, I'm going to
take your panties off now." This gets a delightful little squeak from
her, and then her bottom does raise a bit. It's enough. 

"That's our good girl!" I get her panties down to mid thigh after
 two or three tugs and then you lean forward and finish taking 
them all the way down and off. As you are seeing to that, I keep 
my hand at the very top of her thigh. Your hand comes up holding 
the panties tightly furled like a peach bud. 

"Damp! And just smell!" you whisper huskily. I lean across her and
inhale the heady whiff of her.

"Delicious!" You stuff the panties into your purse. I suspect they
won't be washed anytime soon.

Her breath is coming very quickly and her blush must extend down to
her waist at least. The waiter brings our food then and looks at her
oddly as he places her salad. 

"Is the lady ....?" he begins, only to be preempted by your brisk
reply. 

"The lady is just fine, thank you!" you report, flashing him a
reassuring smile. And with her head still down, she nods her
agreement with your appraisal.

"We won't be staying for desert ..." I say to him with just the
slightest emphasis on the fourth word, which gets another of your
wicked grins, "so I'd like to settle the bill now." I must remove my
hand from her for a moment to get out my wallet, but I know that you
will be taking over. When the transaction is finished, I can feel
your hand moving slowly between her thighs as she writhes a bit. 

"Who's our juicy girl then?" you coo into her ear.

"Well doesn't this all look quite yummy!" I announce with patently
false heartiness. 

"Why don't you dig right into that salad?" In response to this she 
immediately picks up her knife and fork and begins to pick at her
food in a distracted sort of way. I lean over and place my lips right
at her ear. 

"And you are _not_ to come, sweet pet, do you hear? Not until 
we tell you that you may." A groan escapes her at this command,
but the soft, urgent grinding of her hips slows markedly.

You and I have both ordered omelets. Clever us -- we can eat one-
handed while our other hands busy themselves beneath pet's skirt. You
don't seem all that interested in your food though, and I must say
that with the fragrance of those panties lodged in the back of my
throat, everything tastes like lust to me. You give in to that
wonderful taste, bringing your busy hand up for a moment to lick
delicately at your fingers. If I weren't already pretty much around
the bend, that would have finished me off for sure. She watches you
enjoy the taste of her, shivers prettily, and risks a small smile as
her breath catches.

Then she puts down her knife and fork, and stares fixedly at her
plate as your fingers return to their happy toil. I can see her jaw
working -- choking back the vocal manifestations of her arousal and
need. As I glance up to see if we have attracted any attention
(miraculously, we haven't) I suddenly feel two hands in my lap --
yours and hers. Well -- yours is _holding_ hers, and directing it.
You are speaking close to her ear but I can hear you quite plainly. 

"There's a good girl, take out his beautiful cock -- don't think I 
didn't see you staring at his trousers when you wiggled your naughty 
bottom on the way to the table, hoping to see him stiffen! He will
repay you for your boldness later, miss.  Right now, he wants our
pet's hand stroking him," you croon. How intuitive you are!

You start her off on the zipper and then move your hand back to her
luscious center. Hesitantly at first, then with some urgency, she
undoes my trousers and wriggles her little hand within. My underwear
has become a bit twisted, what with one thing and another, but her
relentless fingers soon solve that puzzle. I am exposed then, beneath
the covering table linen and her hand is softly squeezing my cock,
and stroking it up and down. Perhaps she thinks to get some of her
own back. It is a heavenly feeling to be sure, and I am soon even
harder than I was, but I am a long way from coming. You and I smile
at one another, knowing she will have to earn that!

But soon her fingers are slick with pre-come, and, giving me another
smoldering glance from under her half-lowered eyelids, she makes so
bold as to imitate my darling! She raises _her_ hand and her little
pink tongue darts out to lick her glistening fingers. I chuckle.

"How forward our pet has become! I think, my darling, that she needs
something to help her focus on herself -- do you know what I have in
mind?" Your eyes widen as I reach into my pocket and hand you the
small-diameter sucker from the snake bite kit. It's a delicious device
about two inches long made from yellow rubber. It is the ideal shape
and size to fit over a clit.

"Yessssss" you say snakily, "just so darling! After all, we can't let
our pet walk out of here with _nothing_ on under her skirt, can we?"
I shake my head vigorously, agreeing with your negative. Her eyes are
very large as they look at the sucker bulb, and her grip on me
unconsciously tightens. You give the open end a quick lick and then
you are beneath her skirt working by touch. But you have already been
over the area in question with great thoroughness, so it is the work
of only a moment to attach the sucker.

She gives a gasp then as she feels her clit being sucked quite hard
and the tremors start through her. She releases her hold on me and
grips the edge of the table with both hands. She seems to be having
trouble swallowing. I look at you as I do up my fly and smile
proudly. 

"Well and deftly done, my love!"

And now it's time to leave. I make sure that pet's skirt is down and
that I am carefully arranged and concealed and then push the covering
table back from us. You and I stand together and then help her up. It
is clear that our trembling pet will be unable to walk unaided -- not
in her state!

At the door we must pass through in single file. I hold the door as
you go through first, followed by our trembling pet. You pause for a
moment outside, and I reach beneath her skirt once more to stroke the
bare cheeks and feel them quiver in my hand. You put your hand behind
you and give the sucker a little tug -- not enough to remove it, but
enough to make her knees weaken. I quickly put my arm around her
waist to hold her up. As I look down I can see the sucker pushing up
under her clothes like a little erection. Seeing where my eyes have
come to rest, you move to her other side and smooth the front of her
skirt with your hand, making the sucker bob and her groan in
distress.

Then we are at the car having made our way, somewhat shakily, over to
the corner of the lot. You open the rear door for her and we guide
her into the seat, facing outwards, with her feet on the ground. You
stroke her hair back from her face, and with your foot you nudge hers
farther apart.

"We want your legs spread wide pet dear -- _he_ is going to stand
between them. Otherwise, he won't be close enough for you to suck
him, will he?" This can be nothing else but the voice of reason! When
her legs are the way you want them, you bend down and undo her blouse
slowly and deliberately, as you nuzzle her neck. She responds to this
treatment by leaning into you and giving a delicious little moan.

"What's this? A _bra_?" you exclaim "You actually wore a bra to meet
us?" You frown and, instead of reaching around to undo the offending
garment, you simply pull it up sharply, spilling her tender breasts
into your hands. She whimpers as you roll her stiff little nipples
between your fingers. "Oooo, these are _very_ nice!".

"Nearly ready for us now pet." You tell her cheerfully "Just one more
thing ..." You release her captured nipples causing her to moan again
in frustration and you pull back her skirt exposing her well-bedewed
puss, and the hard-working sucker. "Time for our little friend to
come off -- we want you sensitized, not numb." With a slight twist
and a little popping noise off comes the sucker. Her clit is
wonderfully distended and I'd swear that it is actually glowing, like
an incandescent pearl. You lean over her lap and blow on it softly
which causes her eyes to open very wide as she gives a sharp intake
of breath. It is clear that she hasn't felt such sensations in that
spot before. Your tongue comes out then and nearly but not quite
touches the seat of pleasure. You stop yourself. Very wise too. I
doubt she'd be able to stand the pleasure/pain of that. For certain
she would orgasm and then where would our nice scene be?

"Now my darling!" you say to me over your shoulder and I step forward
between her wide-spread legs. You undo my fly this time and bring out
my rock-hard cock. She immediately puts her mouth over it and begins
to suck me with great enthusiasm. In fact she tugs on me so hard that
I have to put my hands on the roof of the car to counterbalance the
pull. The tableau is set.

Your hand in on her puss again and first with a single finger, and
then with two, you begin to slowly fuck her as she sucks me. Her
moans are really quite loud now, even muffled with her mouthful of
me, and her hips rock backward and forward in time to your steady
rhythm.

"Listen to me pet!" You speak quite sharply "Soon you will be allowed
to come. Your signal will be when _he_ comes. As soon as that
happens, you can come too -- but _not_ before that -- do you
understand?" This gets more moaning but nothing intelligible. Your
other hand rises to capture a nipple again, and you pinch it very
hard. "Do you understand?" Pinch pinch. She squeaks at this and tries
to nod and make an "Uh huh" sort of noise. It is sufficient.

You then put both your graceful hands to work on her. As the slow
finger-fucking continues, with your other hand a finger begins to
circle her wonderfully sensitized clit. Round and round it goes --
never quite touching, but getting closer and closer. Her eyes, which
had been closed, spring wide open again and she begins to make
squealing-snorting noises through her nose. Her sucking of me becomes
quite ragged but no less intense and I feel a bit of tooth as well.
It is quite delicious.

Even so, I could have held off for quite a while. I have managed that
in the past under similar stimulation. And the real truth of the
matter is that she is far too distracted at this moment by what she
is feeling to give me much more than her raw enthusiasm. But I don't
manage to hold off for long after all -- you see to that.

With the hand that has been fucking her, you suddenly reach up and
hold me by the balls -- squeezing them very gently. Your hand, hot
and wet with her juices, holding me there and you saying "Please
darling? Fill her up now -- for me?" and I am coming in her mouth.
Spurting wildly. And as I pump her mouth full far faster than she can
swallow, the index finger of your other hand connects with the side
of her clit. She stiffens then. Her legs straighten spasmodically.
Her eyes roll back and she has the orgasm of her life. No moaning for
this -- she is screaming out her lust and release with my come
pouring out of both sides of her mouth in ropes and landing on her
tits and belly. It is a sight and sound that I shall never forget.

She comes for a long time. A very long time. But then we expected
nothing else. We hold her and stroke her and kiss her time and again,
and tell her what a good girl she is, until finally she comes 'down'.
Her rather dazed smile is worth a thousand poems in our honor. We
clean her up and help her get her legs into the car and then we
rather unsteadily get into the front. As we drive carefully out of
the deserted parking lot we can hear a charming little snore from the
back seat. You look at me and give your grin as you say "Now _that_
was a lunch!"

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