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This story is copyright (c) 1998 by Seurat

Don't read it if you are too young or this stuff offends you.  'nuf said.



The Shop, by Seurat



     Carol looked out the passenger window again, across the parking lot
at the store at the end of the cul-de-sac.  Just thinking about going in
there was making her nervous.  Hell, she thought, just sitting in the
parking lot was making her nervous.  How was she going to get herself
inside?
     Not that she would be the only one there.  The lot was half filled
with cars, attesting to the popularity of the store.  Whoever owned the
store had chosen a perfect spot; one of the old 'company' buildings from
the city's boomtown eras, it was accessible yet secluded.  Even so, Carol
was nervous that somebody would recognize her.  Again she looked out
the window at the non-descript store.  A few mannequins posed in the
windows in skimpy costumes, a hint of what lay inside.  A huge walnut
and leaded glass led to the secrets that lay behind.  Over the door was
painted the name: The Twighlight Zone.  Underneath was written: The
store with the exotic twist.  Only, the 'x' was written ambiguously enough
that it could make the word 'erotic'.
     A porn shop, or at least as close as this city would get to a porn
shop.  Rumor had it that any type of clothing or sexual toy could be had in
there.  A treasure trove of delights.  And therein lied her problem.  If
she
was seen going in there, it would be admitting to the world that she and
her husband had sex, and that she was willing to add some spice to it.  If
she were seen she would be branded as a slut.
     Carol thought it over for the hundredth time that afternoon.  It
wasn't for her she was doing this; it was for Thomas, her husband.  Just a
little something to thrill him on their anniversary.  Steeling up her
courage, she got out of the car and headed for the front door.  Nobody
would see her.  Nobody had better see her.  Her pace quickened as she
started up the steps.  Was it difficult for men to walk into pornography
shops?  The rush of adrenaline, the racing heart, the sweaty palms?
     Just as she reached the front door, it opened, and Carol nearly
turned and ran back to the car when she realized it was a doorman
opening the door so she could enter.  Ducking her head in thanks and in a
vain attempt not to be seen, Carol hurried inside.  And stopped dead in
her tracks just a few feet inside the door.
     The store was huge.  Huge like a major mall store.  Far beyond what
she had expected, or thought could exist, given the store front.  Marble
and carpet covered the floors, and racks of clothes surrounded her.  It was
so far beyond what she expected that Carol stood in the entryway, mouth
agape.
     "Ma'am?  May I help you?"
     "Excuse me?"  Carol turned to the saleslady that had come up
beside her.  She was dressed in a sharp business suit, again, not what
Carol
had expected.
     "I asked if I could help you.  You have the look of a first timer."
     "Well, yes, but I think I would like to look around by myself.  Thank
you."
     "Quite alright, ma'am.  If you have any questions, feel free to ask. 
My name's Janice."
     Carol hadn't taken three steps into the bizarre store before she
turned to find Janice straightening a rack.
     "Janice?  I think maybe I could use a little help.  All this rubber
and
leather and whatnot is all very confusing to me.  I just wanted to get
something to, um, I mean, it's for my husband."  Carol blushed deeply.
     "That's quite alright, ma'am.  Let me show you what we have; The
Twighlight Zone prides itself on satisfying every customer, or your money
back."  Janice beamed at Carol, pride showing in her face.  Carol calmed
a bit.
     "Before we go too far, Janice, I was wondering if you could tell me
about the name.  You know, what with the television show, and
everything."
     Janice smiled again.  "Actually, ma'am, we don't have anything to
do with the show.  The owner is from Europe, and had never seen the
show.  She wanted a name that conveyed a feeling between day and night,
between light and dark.  When the creatures of the dark come forth.  A
twighlight time, and thus a twighlight zone."
     "You make it sound so...I don't know, almost malicious."
     "In a way it is, ma'am.  We at the Zone realize that our products are
about the loss of innocence.  Traditionally the role of hedonists.  What
most people come to realize, though, is that we are here to help improve
relationships, whatever they may be."
     "Hedonism is quite the word.  Everything here reeks of sex."
     "I assure you, ma'am, none of our products have been used, and
except for the leather, has been de-scented as far as possible."
     Carol laughed.  "I meant that it all has an essence of sex."
     "Sorry, ma'am.  It's just that some people are very accusatory when
they come in here.  Back to the reason you are here: a present for your
husband.  Did you mean you wanted something to wear for your husband,
or something for your husband to wear?"
     "You have clothing for men?  As in lingerie?"
     "Yes, ma'am.  In fact, we are currently running a special package
deal called,'Seven Saturdays to complete Sexual Slavery".  It comes with
costumes, make-up, and sex toys, along with an instruction manual on
how to sexually enslave your man.  It's been a very popular item."
     "Slave?  You mean, it turns my husband into my slave?  I don't
think I want that."
     "It's meant to make a female the dominant partner in a sexual
relationship by playing on a male's sexual fantasies.  There are some
drawbacks.  Not every women can handle or even desires the
responsibility of constantly being in charge of her husband.  Also, some
men get too far into the fantasy and refuse to return to the former
relationship.  They have too much fun."
     "Fun as a slave?"
     "Yes ma'am.  The lack of decision making responsibilities is a
strong sexual fantasy among many men.  Being tied up, sexual
deprivation, the whole leather and boots thing."
     "I had wondered about that."
     "Many women do, ma'am.  They wonder what the attraction is, and
are afraid to try it.  Some really get into it, some decide they don't like
it.  The reason we suggest it, at least once, is that as a dominant she can
order your mate to tell you about his fantasies.  From there, she can match
up elements with her own fantasies and improve her sex life."
     "Hmm.  The way you put it, I might have to give it a try.  Show me
what else you have."


     Janice led Carol through the front section of the store, where racks
of silk and lace lingerie crowded the aisles.  As they moved deeper into
the store, they encountered more and more customers, each attended by one
or more salespeople.  Many were filling baskets or writing on notepads. 
They reached the center of the store, and Carol noticed that the store was
laid out like a wagon wheel with aisle spokes separating each section.  
Lingerie that you might find in a Victoria's Secret store.  Leather
outfits.  
Clothes made of rubber.  Bondage devices.  Toys.  Electronics.  Other
sections that Carol could only imagine.
     "Ma'am?"  Carol snapped back to reality.  "It can be a little
overwhelming, at first.  Have you decided if the gift is to be for you or
your husband, or would you like something for both of you?"
     "Um, I thought maybe a little slave girl outfit.  Or maybe something
to tie him down with.  Oh, I don't know.  Help!"  Carol laughed in
exasperation.  "It's for our tenth wedding anniversary, and we're possibly 
going to the shore for two weeks.  I just wanted something to add a little 
bang to the beginning, if you catch my drift.
     "I think I know what might do.  Have a seat in here, and I'll bring
some items back for you."  Janice led her to a changing area, then
retreated into the store.
     Carol looked around her, at the people and the clothing.  Ten
minutes ago she was merely a housewife; now she was a sexual deviant. 
She looked at a mannequin dressed head to toe in a zippered leather body
suit complete with spike heeled boots.  How could anybody walk in those
things?  Carol walked over to get a better look, and realized that the
mannequin was breathing.  She was so startled, she jumped back and
bumped right into Janice.
     "There's somebody in there!"  Carol blurted out in surprise.
     "Yes, ma'am.  All the mannequin's you see are actually models.  If
you would prefer not to try on a piece of clothing, or if you would like to
see how something would look on a certain body type, they are here for
your shopping pleasure."
     Carol took another look around the store, paying closer attention to
where the 'mannequins' were.  A male in the 'toys' area was trussed in
chains and had his mouth filled with a bright red ball.  She thought of
herself dressed in the zippered leather outfit, with Thomas all trussed up
and unable to protest as she teased and tormented him.  He always did
talk too much and ruin the mood.  She would be in control for once. 
Maybe be just use his body for her own.  Maybe she should try this
dominance thing.
     "What's that over there, Janice?"
     "It's called 'The Housewife Harness'.  Instructions on how to mount
the eye bolts and hide them as plant hangers until they're needed.  The set
includes wrist and ankle restraints, the spreader bar, blindfold, the
leather posing pouch, and your choice of a ball or penis gag.  Cock rings,
butt plugs, and nipple clamps are extra."
     "Penis gag?"
     "Yes ma'am.  Different sized gags in the shape of a penis, molded
out of plastic, rubber, or leather.  Gives a straight male the feeling that
he is being forced to suck a penis.  Great for threats."
     "Come again?"
     "If he acts up, you threaten to get a real penis to replace it, or
tell
him it's all just practice.  As I said, great for threats."
     "I couldn't bring another man into our bedroom."
     "It's the thought that counts, ma'am.  The mind is the most erotic
device ever created." 
     "What were those other things you mentioned?  Cock rings, butt
plugs, and clamps?  What are they for?"
     "I can show you, if you want."  Janice led Carol over to where the
model hung.


     Carol was truly intrigued by the entire idea now.  "How would I get
him into this.  I mean, I don't think he's about to let me truss him up
like
that."
     "You do it in steps, ma'am.  Dress in something sexy, and surprise
him while he watches the t.v.  Entice him back to the bedroom, promising
him that you have something special in store.  Have him put on the pouch
and blindfold while you change into something really kinky.  Take down
the plants and truss him up, then take off the blindfold.  You'll be able
to
gauge his reaction by the bulge in the pouch.  The rest is up to you.  It
does come with a beginner's guide."
     Carol looked back at the zippered leather outfit, the one with the
heels.  "Do you have that in my size?"
     "Yes, ma'am.  In fact, I've already picked one up for you."


     Carol smoothed tight leather over her legs, and stood up.  Her legs
wobbled on the towering high heels and her legs were cramping from the
strain, but Janice assured her that she would get used to wearing them in
time, even if it was for only short periods of time.  She strode over to
the
mirror and looked at the figure before her.  A domina, Janice called it. 
This was going to be an anniversary that Thomas wouldn't soon forget.
     "Janice, I think this could be the start of a beautiful relationship."
     "I certainly hope so, ma'am.  I certainly hope so."
    

     Carol spread out the packages on the master bed, then ran
downstairs to get her husbands drill and some other tools.  When she
returned, she stripped naked and, dropping the tools on the bed, reached
for the little instruction booklet.  She began reading it as she went to
her dresser and pulled out a sweatsuit.  The book gave instructions on how
to find the rafters in her ceiling, the best placement of the eye bolts for
minimal embarrassment when dealing with visiting family, and a host of
other
things.  Carol noticed that she was having a hard time concentrating on
the work before her.  Visions of Thomas trussed up flitted through her
mind.  She might just have to masturbate before she got started.

     
     Thomas sat in his favorite chair and clicked on ESPN.  Carol had
told him to cancel their dinner reservations that night as she had cooked
up something special for him.  He didn't smell anything from the kitchen,
and when he got home Carol had told him to watch fifteen minutes of
television, then he could come upstairs.  The thought of sex was making
him erect; they didn't make love that often, and if he was lucky he might
even get a blowjob.
     Fifteen minutes dragged on forever, or so it seemed, and Thomas
went upstairs.  As he reached the landing he was surprised to find Carol's
sweatsuit in a small heap.  His pace quickened as he went up the second
half of the stairs.  The door to the master bedroom was wide open, and
the room itself was lit with candles.  A few extra hanging plants were set
in front of two of the windows.  On their bed was his wife Carol, dressed
in sexy red lingerie, and holding a glass of red wine.  A teddy, Thomas
thought, that's what they call it, I think.
     "You're still dressed.  How can I tell if you like my anniversary
present if you still have your pants on?"
     Thomas kicked off his shoes, unzipped his pants and pulled
everything from the waist down in one fell swoop.  He unbuttoned his
shirt and pulled both his undershirt and dress shirt off over his head. 
His
member was growing visibly at the sight of his wife sitting up in bed.
     "Oh, Thomas, always jumping the gun.  If you can blow out all
these candles and get onto this bed by the time I count ten, I promise I'll
give you a night you won't ever forget.  Over ten, and we'll make love but
you'll never get to see my other surprises.  Ever.  GO!"
     After a moment of hesitation while the words registered in his
mind, Thomas ran around the room, his now erect cock slapping into his
legs and apparently trying to trip him up.  Carol counted out loud, slowly
at first, then getting quicker as he neared completion.  In total darkness
he leaped onto the bed just as she said, "Zero."
     "How's that?"
     "Very good!  Wait, don't say anything, and don't touch me unless I
tell you.  I've got something special planned for us tonight, and if it
works out, the it will last the entire weekend.  Maybe the whole two weeks.
 So be quiet and do everything I tell you, understand?"
     "Mmmm-hmmm."  Thomas agreed through closed lips.
     "Good.  Thomas, I have to tell you, I haven't had a thing to eat all
day, and I'm really hungry.  Why don't you slide your legs over the edge
here and give me something to fill my stomach?"  Thomas' prick jumped
at the thought of his wife giving him a blow job, let alone swallowing. 
She'd always said she would taste his cum as soon as he had.  In the dark
he watched the silhouette of his wife slip off the bed, pulling his legs in
her direction.  He scuttled over to the edge, laying flat on his back with
his feet on the floor, erection hanging over the edge of the bed.  He felt
his wife's hands caress his inner thighs, then push his legs further apart
as she moved her body between them.  One hand lifted his cock from were it
lay stiff against his belly while the other began playing with his ball
sac. 
His wife's mouth kissed the head of his cock, then she ran her tongue
slowly licked up it's underside.  Thomas relaxed on the bed, enjoying the
sensations his wife's mouth were creating.  He could feel his climax
rising, and evidently so could she, because she stopped before he could
cum.
     "Thomas?  If I let you cum now, will you be able to 'perform' for me
later?"
     "Um,"  Thomas debated answering.  A blow job usually drained
him in more ways than one, and he was never up to sex afterwards. 
"Probably not."
     "Didn't I tell you not to talk?"
     "Mmmm-hmm."  He tried to make it sound apologetic.
     "Then we'll just save it for later, okay?  You may answer that
question."
     "But...It feels so good, and I'm so close."
     "Stop your whining.  What I've got planned for you will feel better. 
A whole lot better."  Carol got up from her position on the floor and stood

before Thomas, her body a dark shadow in the room.  She leaned over
and pushed the wine glass into his hand.  "I'm gonna go change into
something a little more appropriate to what's going to happen next.  I've
left you something I want you to wear under your pillow.  If you don't
think
about it, it'll be easier to put on.  I'll be out in about fifteen
minutes." 
Carol turned and walked to their bathroom.     Fifteen minutes, Thomas
thought to himself.  It was fifteen minutes
of waiting before, and only one minute of sex.  Now another fifteen. 
What did she have in mind?  Thomas slid over and reached under his
pillow, and found a piece of heavy material there.  Pulling it out, he
examined it the best that he could in the darkness of the room.  A few
thin straps, each ending with a dime sized ring, connected to a triangular
piece of cloth with two holes, one with a tube sown over it.  What the hell
was this thing?  He downed the wine in one gulp and headed for the
window.
     Holding it up to the weak light coming through the window, He
could see that it was some bizarre piece of underwear made of leather. 
He held it to his now semi-erect cock to see how it would go on, and his
cock reversed it's downward trend at the mere thought of kinky sex. 
Evidently, he was supposed to pass his dick through the tube, which
would cover about have it's length.  His balls would pass through the
second and lower hole.  The three straps would then be pulled around
back to hold the whole thing in place.  Thomas started pulling the tube
over his cock only to find that it was too small to let an erect penis in. 
He would have to go limp, then pull himself in.  Now his wife's statement
about making it 'easier to put on' made sense.  If he thought about wearing
leather underwear, he would stay so erect that he would never get it on. 
Thomas let his mind drift back to the office, concentrating on work and
projects coming up.  After a few minutes he looked down to see that he
had gone nearly limp, and he quickly pulled the tube on.  His cock
immediately started to harden again, filling the tube and stretching forth.

Thomas readjusted as best he could, and soon the lower half of his prick
was tightly encase in leather.  He pulled the front down and maneuvered
his balls through the hole, the pulled the two side straps together in
back,
or at least tried.
     They were too short.
     Trying his hardest, he could barely get the rings to ouch.  That was
when he realized their was no way to connect the rings.  Shit!  He got the
thing halfway on, and now couldn't finish the job.
     "How's it going out there, Thomas?"
     "Okay, but I don't know how to connect the rings."
     He saw a flash of light as the bathroom door opened and then
slammed shut.  A figure stormed into the room.  "Dammit, Thomas.  I
give you one small task to accomplish in ten years, and you can't figure
out how to do it.  Get over here."  Thomas nearly ran over to the new
hanging plants where his wife stood.  She sounded really mad, and he
didn't want to ruin their anniversary night.  His eyes, still momentarily
blinded by the light from the bathroom, nearly caused him to run into her
on his way over.
     "Turn around, so I can connect them."  Thomas spun around so
quickly that his head hit one of the plants.  "Be careful, will you?  I
just
bought those."  Carol reached around both of his hips and grabbed the
straps, pulling them tight behind him.  Then she reached under his ass and
between his legs and grabbed the third strap, pulling it up between his ass
cheeks to meet the other to rings.  Thomas heard a soft 'click'.  The
straps  drew the entire thing tight into his body, and he doubted he could
wiggle out of it even if he wasn't erect.
     "It's a little tight."
     "It's supposed to be.  What did I say about you talking?  Don't let it
happen again."  She grabbed his balls lightly, and then his cock, making
sure the leather wasn't pinching any folds of skin. "There.  Now unhook
that plant and put it down over there." Thomas did as he was told.  Things
were happening too quickly for him to question them, which is exactly what
Carol wanted.  "Point each hand to the ring in the ceiling.  Hurry!  I
don't have all night."
     Again, he did as he was told.  He heard something metal clink first 
above one hand, then above the other.  What felt like doubled over rope
was pressed into his hand.  "Hold this."  His hands grasped the rope
tightly.  Something soft touched his left shoulder, then began massaging
his arm as it moved towards his wrist.  She was wearing gloves, he
thought.  She never wears gloves.  Both hands circled his wrist, and
squeezed around it, then he felt a hand on his other shoulder.  It startled
Thomas, thinking that she was holding his left wrist, but when his body
jerked away his left arm was anchored to the ceiling.  She quickly buckled
the other restraint around his other wrist, before he could protest.
     "How about a little light, so we can see if you're still ready for
me."  
Carol's face lit up behind the flame of a lighter, revealing for the first 
time to Thomas the fact that her face was the only flesh exposed in an
outfit of black leather and zippers.  Heels higher than anything he had
seen her wear supported her leather boots.  She smiled as she walked
silently around the carpeted room, lighting candles as she did.
     "So, does my anniversary present meet with your approval?"  She
turned and looked as his still erect cock.  "I see that it does."
     "Ohmygod, Carol, this is so incredible.  I can't believe it."
     Carol put down the lighter and moved quickly over to him the best
she could in her heels.  A hand reached behind her back and brought forth
a black rubber penis about three inches long but as thick as Thomas's
own.  Her other hand grabbed his jaw and squeezed his cheeks, popping
his mouth open in both surprise and pain.  She promptly stuffed the penis
gag into his mouth and strapped it in place.
     "Dammit, Thomas.  I told you not to speak, didn't I?  Now look what
you've forced me to do.  That should keep you quiet.  I don't want to hear
any complaints about it either.  I've been reading a little book today
about women and sexual power, and I know I could easily go down to the club
and pick up one of your friends for an evening of satisfying sex if I
wanted to.  Hell, I bet I could get that guy Barry up here to replace that
rubber penis with a real one.  Isn't he the one you call Barry the fairy,
or something like that?"
     Emotions were flashing through Thomas' mind.  Disgust at the huge 
(to him) dildo in his mouth, fear that his wife would even think of fucking
somebody else or bring Barry here, and lust at seeing his wife in such a
sexual frenzy.
     "Oh, by the way Thomas, do you remember our wedding dance song, the
Sleeping Beauty Waltz?  If, for some reason, all this becomes too much for
you, just hum a little for me.  Okay?"
     He almost hummed right then, because of everything that she had
just said, then realized what she meant by it.  Thomas nodded, and
relaxed.  So this was all for fun.  He had a way out, if he needed or
wanted it, so he could let loose without the fear or rage he had felt a
minute ago. Everything she said or did was part of the act.  Of course,
that didn't stop his adrenaline from being pumped out full blast through
his body.
     Carol's hand grasped his cock.  "Wow.  Look at how hard you are. 
It's like a little shaft of concrete.  I could fuck that all night if I
wanted to.  Would you like that, Thomas?"
     He nodded, paused, then shook his head.
     "What's wrong, Thomas?  Don't you want me to keep you hard all
night, just for my pleasure?"
     He nodded again, then shook his head, unsure of exactly what the
question was.
     "Then it must be this new underwear I bought you.  I think it shows
you off quite nicely.  It must me a little snug, though, isn't it?"
     He nodded.
     "That's the idea, you know.  It's tight enough to keep you erect for
me but too tight to let you cum until I take them off.  I say 'I' because
they happened to be padlocked on, and I hid the only key.  Now, I'm still
hungry.  Do you mind if I have a little nibble on your meat?"
     Carol got down on her knees and started licking and kissing his
erection.  Thomas' knees nearly buckled from the sensations he was
feeling.  This was not the woman he knew; this was a sex-craved
leather-clad kinkmeister.  Carol had never done anything like this ever in
their whole relationship.  Hell, she never said words like 'fuck' or 'cum',
and she had always referred to his cock as 'it', but in a seductive way. 
He
could feel his orgasm rising again as Carol's tongue swirled around the
head of his cock.  She had never done anything like that, either!
     Carol looked up at her bound husband, and put her trust in Janice,
who had told her ejaculation would be nearly impossible in the leather
underwear.  She could feel Thomas start to twitch in orgasm, and just
kept sucking and licking.  The twitch lasted just a moment, and his
cock seemed to expand a little, but nothing else.  She smiled, and pulled
away for a moment.  Time to tease.
     "Oh god, Thomas, forget the fucking.  Your cock tastes so good, I
can't stop.  Cum for me."  A little corny, perhaps, but his moan in
response was one of desperation and lust.  Just the reaction Janice had
said she would get.  She brought her hands up, one to grip his shaft, the
other fondle his balls.  It gave her a strange feeling of erotic power to
have him like this, and that made the fellatio easier.  Enjoyable, even. 
She redoubled her efforts, seeing if she could get him to cum even though
she knew he could not.
     Thomas wasn't having as much fun.  His whole body was so filled
with sexual energy he thought he might explode.  His building orgasm
had surpassed anything her had felt with Carol before, but it was just
that. 
A building orgasm.  She kept sucking and swirling and licking, and his
orgasm kept building a little more and a little more and a little more, but
there was no release.  It was almost painful, and he was afraid that when
he did cum he wouldn't have that feeling of control that he usually had. 
Not that he was in control now.    
     Carol could feel herself getting wet underneath the hot leather
jumpsuit.  This domination thing had her so turned on, she could feel her
own orgasm building.  Maybe this domination idea wasn't so bad, after all. 
Time to switch gears, and positions.  She pulled her lips off his dick with
an exagerrated sucking sound.
     "Well, Thomas, are you going to cum or not?  I'm down here,
waiting for my jism feast, and you won't cum.  Don't you like what I'm
doing?  Aren't I good enough to taste you, to swallow you, to lick you
dry?"  Thomas moaned again in frustration, and Carol's smile grew. 
"Well, if you're not going to cum, then the least you can do is let me use
this cock to masturbate myself.
     She got up and unlocked his wrists, and as they fell to his sides she
pulled them behind him and linked the cuffs together.  Then she grabbed
his cock and pulled him over to the bed and pushed him onto it.  She
didn't hear the door downstairs open.
     "Just look at that big ole cock of yours.  If I'd known the effect
this
would have on you, I would have done this ages ago.  Let's see if you can
satisfy me, or should I just leave you like that?"  His head shook
vehemently.  "Good.  Get all the way onto the bed."
     When he was in position she unzipped the zipper leading from her
belly button through her crotch and to her waist in back, then climbed on
top of him.  Straddling him, one hand guided his engorged cock into her,
and she sighed at the filling sensation.  She braced her arms on either
side
of him and started sliding up and down, grinding her clit into the leather
above his cock.
     At the door to their bedroom stood another leather covered figure,
completely in white to contrast Carol's black outfit.  A hood disguised the
face, revealing only a pair of green eyes and lips painted cherry red. 
Breasts abnormally large and firm jutted straight out from it's front
almost
in mockery of the female form.  From between the legs rose a thin and
curved phallus, currently being covered in lubricant to make the surprise
anal insertion a lot easier.  After all, part of a this domination scene
was
the surprises.  At it's feet lay a duffel bag with two weeks worth of
bondage and domination equipment, along with some street clothes. 
     On the bed, Carol was shuddering through her first orgasm, or
rather through the waves of it.  Thomas had never felt so good inside her,
and the kinkiness of what she was doing was really turning her on.  She
immediately began working on a second, content in the knowledge that
for once she would get full satisfaction before he did.  
     As the figure moved across the room, it began blowing out the few
remaining lit candles, wanting to work in near darkness, and knowing that
the lights wouldn't be missed until it was too late.  The female on the bed
arched her back in a second orgasm, and after a moment of rest, began
work on another.
     Thomas was going out of his mind.  He couldn't speak, couldn't
move, and worst of all he couldn't cum.  Instead, his wife was fucking
him like there was no tomorrow.  She had orgasmed at least twice
already, and was heading for a third, when she suddenly slowed down.
     "Thomas, would you like to cum inside me now?  Should I take off
the padlock and let you fill me with your seed?  Or should I tease you and
not let you come until later?  Moan once if you'd do anything to cum right
now."  The figure in white moved across the carpet, it's phallus bobbing
in the air.  Somebody was in for a big surprise.  The figure stood at the
foot of the bed, ready and waiting for the right moment to thrust forward.
     Thomas let out an excited moan.  "Did you like my little domination
scene?"
     A moan of agreement.  How did she come up with this?  
     "Do you think you could do the same thing to me, if I asked? 
Dominate me, tie me up, the whole nine yards?"
     A pause as ideas flitted through Thomas's head, followed by another
moan of agreement.  The figure in white smoothed the lubricant, and
aimed it at Carol's rosebud.  If it was domination and sex she wanted, that
was what she was going to get.
     "Really?"  Her voice was excited.  "Could you really play the part of
the master, with me as your sex slave?  Sticking your cock in my mouth,
my cunt, maybe my ass?"
     Thomas moaned again, a definite yes.
     "Too bad."  Carol locked her left leg under is right and rolled
herself
onto her back, pulling him on top and at the same time using her leather
covered hands to pull apart his butt cheeks as Janice leaned in with the
dildo to take his anal cherry.  Carol smiled as she watched his surprised
eyes go wide in the dimly lit room.  "I like being the dominant when it
comes to sex, and that's the way it's going to stay, until I decide
otherwise.  Happy anniversary, Thomas."  Carol began fucking him again,
this time from underneath, as the white clad Janice filled him from the
rear.            
     Maybe they would let him cum in a little while.  Maybe in fifteen
minutes.
     Then again, they did have two weeks off.          


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