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The usual disclaimers apply:  this story concerns M/f consensual
erotica, bondage,
spanking, etc.  If you are under age or if this sort of thing offends
you (what are you doing
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little story.

A Meeting

They had exchanged glances during the long transatlantic flight.  He
offered help at the
baggage claim at Heathrow.  As they waited in line to clear Customs, he
introduced
himself.  He was in London on business; he was a network engineer,
contracted to design a
major upgrade for the Bank of England.  She introduced herself as a
buyer for a large
American florist.  She was in London for the annual flower show.  Before
parting ways for
their respective hotels, he had arranged to pick her up at 8:00 p.m. for
dinner.

During the taxi ride into the city, he thought about her.  Of course she
was beautiful and
desirable.  Her voice had an elusive quality, sultry, sexy, yet with a
tone of respect that he
found irresistible.  Her habit of dropping her eyes so demurely when he
looked at her
fascinated him.  He found himself impatient to see her again.

Having made this trip so many times, she ignored the beautiful English
scenery en route to
her hotel, and allowed her mind to wander idly.  Not surprisingly, she
found herself
thinking of him.  She was excited by his air of natural authority, his
disarming smile, and
by his sophisticated good looks.  She looked forward to dinner.

Precisely at 8:00 o'clock he called for her at the main desk of her
hotel.  When the call
came, she gave her makeup one last pat, checked her hair in the mirror,
and took the lift to
the ground floor.  He met her as she stepped off the lift and kissed her
lightly on the cheek.
On the street, a taxi waited, and he whisked her quickly through the
ever present London
rain into it.  As the driver threaded his way expertly through the
traffic, he explained that
he was taking her to his favorite London restaurant, a bit off the
"beaten path," a bit of a
risk for a first date (he hoped it was only the first) but one that,
unless he had missed the
mark badly, he thought she would enjoy.  More than that he would not
divulge until they
arrived at the restaurant.  Finally the taxi pulled up in front of a
nondescript building on a
nondescript street.  The scene was quiet, subdued, but her pulse
quickened when she saw
that it was "Master Edward's," a restaurant she had been introduced to
several years
earlier, and had quickly decided it was her favorite restaurant in the
world!  (Of course
she kept this to herself!)

After paying the driver, he alighted from the taxi and helped her out.
At the door of the
restaurant, he greeted the doorman by name (Peter) and slipped him a
Pound note.  He
repeated this performance when they were greeted by the maitre de, who
immediately
showed them to a table in a dark corner.  It was a small table and their
knees touched when
they were seated.  A waiter in a black tux trimmed in black leather
brought their menus.
Hers was quickly returned to the waiter; he would order for them both.
He instructed the
boy to bring a salad of marinated artichoke hearts, with a liter of dry
French burgundy.
For dinner he ordered two six ounce ribeyes, rare, served in a sauce of
brandy, cream,
beef consomme, shallots, garlic and butter.  This dish was accompanied
by zucchini
stuffed with rice and almonds.  For desert there was chocolate mousse
and cappuccino.

As they ate, they made small talk, each telling the other about their
expectations for the
trip, how she hoped to cultivate some new suppliers of rare flowers, how
he hoped his
employer would understand and accept the need for the sizable financial
investment he
would recommend to upgrade their network.  Harmless conversation, but
their eyes spoke
volumes between the lines.  His eyes never left hers.  She sometimes
thought they would
burn holes through her.  But the real burning she felt was much lower.
Several times
during the meal, when he replaced his napkin in his lap after dabbing at
his lips, he
allowed his hand to graze her thigh.  Each time he did, a faint jolt of
electricity would
heighten the burning in the center of her womanhood.  She hoped her
growing desire for
him was not too obvious.

Just as they had finished their dinner and he had lit her cigarette, the
maitre de took to the
small stage to announce the show.  The waiter arrived with new cups of
cappuccino, and
they relaxed with their cups and cigarettes to watch the show.  The
drummer began a slow
drum roll, the curtains rose, and a man dressed in black silk, wearing a
long black cape,
entered the stage, leading a young woman who was naked except for the
black leather cuffs
that bound her wrists together, a black leather collar, and the leather
leash by which she
was led.  When they reached center stage a bevy of women entered the
stage from all
points around it, each carrying an implement of discipline.  There were
floggers, paddles,
and whips.  The movements of all the participants were a slow dance,
entrancing their
audience.  Two of the "assistants" carried a padded sawhorse to center
stage.  Two others
immediately caught the naked woman by the ankles and wrists, and bound
her over it,
immobilizing her.  As they prepared her the Master circled the others
slowly, moving from
one to the next, deciding which implement to use.  As the preparation
was completed, he
chose a long whip and took a position behind her.

When the Master began the whipping the girl's cries began, her upraised
buttocks twitching
wildly with each stroke.  Her cries were almost drowned out, however, by
the delighted
cheers of the "assistants."  After 3 strokes he laid the whip down and
took up a flogger.
This was followed by a paddle.  The stage lighting was cunningly set to
catch the glint of
the trail of wetness creeping down her legs, a fact not lost on the
audience.  Finally, after
punishing her thoroughly, the Master bent, kissed her inner thigh
lovingly, then whispered
something in her ear.  As he did, she screamed, but this time it was
obviously a scream not
of pain, but of intense pleasure.  Her body bucked and squirmed until
finally she subsided
and was quiet.  Turning to the audience, the Master bowed low and the
curtain dropped, to
thunderous applause.

Throughout this performance his eyes had never left her face.  He noted
with satisfaction
the bead of perspiration that formed on her upper lip, the way her eyes
widened with each
stroke of whip, flogger, paddle, and how she squirmed in her seat when
the submissive on
stage finally was allowed her climax.

As the curtain dropped, her gaze, which had been riveted on the stage,
returned to him, and
she knew immediately that he had caught her, that he knew how much the
show had
aroused her.  She flushed and smiled in a way that said "OK, you caught
me."  There was
no point in trying to deny it, she knew.  And she knew what the result
would be, what
would happen when he took her back to her hotel.

They both knew what would happen then...

Later that night, feeling completely sated, they shared a late brandy in
the hotel bar.  She
had difficulty sitting without squirming noticeably on her now flaming
behind.  Before
leaving for his own hotel, he had arranged for her to accompany him to
Paris the following
weekend.

The intervening week was a busy one for them both, and they only managed
to meet once,
for lunch.  It was a hurried, torrid lunch, spent in his hotel room.
Clothes were thrown in a
jumble on a chair, and their bodies entwined, the heat mounting, their
moans and groans
reaching a peak quickly.  Afterwards they dressed and parted quickly,
each having
meetings to attend.

They caught the late flight on Friday night.  As the plane circled and
descended toward
Orly, they could see the lights of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
Ah, Paris!  City of
lights, city of lovers!  He leaned over her as they strained to see the
city through the
aircraft's window.  Once on the ground they raced together through
Customs and hailed a
taxi to take them into the city.  He had reserved a suite at the hotel
Alliance, which was on
the Left Bank, on the Rue Saint-Benoit, surrounded by ethnic restaurants
and cafes, artists,
boutiques, antique shops, and memories of Molière, Delacroix, and
Wilde.  Nearby was
the Deux Magot cafe, one of his favorites.  It was late Spring and the
weather was
beautiful - warm and clear.  The trees lining the boulevards were nearly
full again of new
leaves.  The water of the Seine was its customary polluted brown, but it
didn't seem to
matter to the lovers under the bridges.

After checking in, they stepped across the street to the Cafe Flore for
a quick late dinner.
They fed each other escargots, laughing as the rich garlic butter sauce
ran down their
chins.  They kissed between drinks of heady dry wine, doing their best
to show the local
patrons that not only the French know how to have a lovers' affair.  The
three old
Frenchmen at the corner Regulars table, with their cheap wine and
cheroots laughed at
their antics, but the two were oblivious.

Their meal completed, and feeling impatient, he paid the check, took her
by the arm and
led her back to the hotel.  As he was turning the key in the door of
their room, he instructed
her to begin removing her clothes.  She tugged impatiently at the scarf
tied around her
neck, followed him into the room, shed her blouse & skirt, kicked off
her shoes, released
the stockings from the garter clasps & rolled the stockings down and off
her legs.  He
released the bra clasp between her breasts and she shrugged it off her
shoulders, letting it
fall to the floor.  Finally, the garter having been dropped to the
floor, she stood naked
before him.  Dropping to her knees, she bent and kissed each of his feet
lovingly.  Smiling,
he gently tousled her hair, then turned to the table at the side of the
room and poured a
glass of wine.  Seating himself in the huge overstuffed chair in the
corner, he motioned for
her to come to him.  She crawled quickly across the room and knelt at
his feet.  He offered
her a sip of the wine, then kissed her lips hard.

In response to the question in her eyes, he instructed her to remove his
shoes and socks.
When she began to untie the laces with her fingers, he gave her a quick
hard slap to the
buttocks, jolting her.  He explained that she must only use her teeth, a
requirement that
heightened both her fear and her excitement; she was unsure if she would
be able to
comply fully.  But she bent to the task, taking each lace between her
teeth and tugging until
the knot came loose.  Then, removing each shoe and sock, she kissed each
bare foot
lovingly, daring to take the toes into her mouth, until he pushed her
away and instructed her
to remove his tie and shirt.  Thinking the requirement to remove the
tie, that she use her
teeth, would be the same as it had been for his shoe laces, she bent
toward the knot at his
neck.  But he stopped her and explained patiently that the delicate
fabric of the tie should
not be soiled with saliva, and that she should use her hands.  Grateful
for this small
kindness, she quickly untied the knot and pulled the tie from his neck.
She was careful to
fold and lay it neatly on the table next to the chair.  Next she began
to unbutton his shirt, but
again she felt the quick hard slap to her buttocks.  She knew what this
meant, and bent to
try to unbutton it with her teeth.  This proved to be very difficult for
her, but after what
seemed an interminable time, she succeeded.  He was obviously pleased,
as he rewarded
her with a long, soft kiss to her mouth.  In her hunger, she returned
the kiss passionately,
snaking her tongue between his lips and running it along his teeth.  Too
soon for her,
though, he pulled away. and stood up.  The shirt fell from him as he
stood, and he silently
pointed to his belt.  Still kneeling, she took it in her mouth and
tugged.  He smiled down at
her and told her she could use her hands to help if she needed to.  The
belt was quickly
undone and she fished the zipper pull from under the flap of his fly
with her tongue,
grasped it between her teeth, and pulled it down.  He surprised her by
unbuttoning the
waist himself and placing her hands at the sides of the waistband.  She
pulled the trousers
down his legs, pulling the silk boxers along with them.  As his cock
came into view, she
leaned forward to kiss it, but he backed away with a harsh admonition
about not having
permission.  She pushed the trousers to his ankles and he stepped out of
them.  She folded
them neatly and laid them on the table.

Naked, he walked to the bed and pulled back the covers.  He stacked the
pillows one on
top of the other in the center of the bed, then instructed her to lie
face down across them.
She complied, aware that her buttocks were thrust high, and her breath
caught in her
throat.  Rummaging in his bag, he produced four short lengths of cotton
rope.  In short
order he had secured her wrists and ankles to the head- and foot posts
of the bed.  He
bound her securely, spread-eagled, then reached for his belt.  As he was
behind her, she
was unable to see him, but she heard the belt whip out of the loops on
the trousers.

She had not long to wait.  Seconds later she heard the hot SWOOSH of the
belt flying
through the air, followed immediately by the sting of the leather
crossing her upturned ass.
She cried out involuntarily, even as she felt the heat between her legs
rise.  Her ass felt as
though it were on fire.  Before she could take a breath, the belt landed
again, this time
lower, just across the line where her legs met her ass.  She bucked at
the sudden intense
sting, and her eyes clamped shut.  The belt fell again, and again, and
again, each time
making her writhe in hot pain/pleasure.  When he paused, she could feel
her own wetness
leaking from her, a fact which she knew had not escaped him.  Indeed,
the reason he
paused was to enjoy the sight of her ass crisscrossed with wide red
welts, and the
glistening honey streaking down her thigh.  The sight aroused him, and
his cock's need
made itself known to him.  With two quick straps of the belt to her
inner thighs, he stepped
onto the bed and knelt above her head.  Grasping her head between his
hands, he guided
his cock to her face.  She gobbled it into her mouth greedily, sucking
and licking
frantically.  He fucked her mouth, pushing her head back and forcing his
cock deep into her
throat and back, in quick strokes.  Moans escaped her, around his cock,
but he mercilessly
continued to drive into her throat.  When he felt his cum rising, he
withdrew from her and
moved back behind her.  Kneeling between her legs and pushing her hips
even higher with
his hands, he attacked her sex with a vengeance.  His tongue split the
lips, found the clit,
and whipped it.  The sudden pleasure she felt soon drenched his face
with her nectar, but
he would not stop.  Instead, he sucked the clit into his mouth while
continuing to lash it
with his tongue.  In moments she screamed, slammed her pussy hard into
his face, and
came with gut-wrenching ferocity.  This was what he had been waiting
for.  Still kneeling
behind her, he guided his still-hard cock into her, sliding slowly,
gently all the way into
her.  When his balls slapped against her, he pulled slowly, very slowly
out of her, until
only the head of his cock remained inside her.  She pushed back, trying
to take it into her
again, but he grinned and withheld it.  She begged him to fuck her.  He
withdrew
completely, letting the head of his cock rub her clit up and down, and
then SLAMMED into
her.  His cock was completely buried inside her, and he began a
rapid-fire IN/OUT
rhythm.  Despite the bonds, she met his movements, moving her own body
in sync with
his.  When he drove in, she lifted her ass to meet him.  Their bodies
became one, their
groans and moans mingled, their sweat ran together in rivulets.
Reaching under himself, he
found her clit and massaged it between his thumb and forefinger.  This
was too much for
her, and she came in a flood.  Her cum caused the walls of her vagina to
contract on his
cock, and the milking began.  With a final hard push, he came deep
inside her, spurting
over and over.

Completely spent, he kissed the back of her neck tenderly, then pulled
from her and rolled
off.  Getting off the bed, he released the bonds that held her wrists
and ankles, then sat
back on the bed and cradled her in his arms.  His kissed her face, her
eyes, her forehead,
and spoke lovingly of what a good subbie she was.  They glowed together.

Before falling into a contented sleep, he mentioned his plans to show
her Versailles the
next day.  He said something vague about the beautiful gardens, then
rolled over and fell
asleep.

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