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Alice Goes Home (Mdom-F)
by Marc (c) 1991
We climbed up the steps at Jon's house, my lover and Jon still
leading me by the bright pink leash around my neck. My arms hung at my
sides, and my breasts felt almost unbearably heavy, bouncing and swaying
as I was tugged along. I don't think I felt naked anymore. I was aware
of my breasts, but the embarrassment was gone. They led and I followed.
I wasn't sure if I was grateful to be wearing my sweatpants or not. I
wasn't sure how much I wanted to be displayed and exposed.
My extreme desire was fading, sort of like a color being washed
out of an old cotton shirt. It was still there, but not very strong,
although just looking at it could remind you of what it had been. It
was replaced by a lethargy and exhaustion. We'd only been out for about
a half hour, and hadn't done all that much before hand. But still, I
could have laid down and gone to sleep very easily at this point, had I
been given the option.
We went into Jon's living room, with soft off-white leather
furniture and warm lighting. I curled up in the corner of a big chair,
and let my lover and Jon talk softly and drink their beers. They seemed
to know how tired I was, and let me drift off into a half sleep while
acoustic delta blues played in the background. I felt very peaceful.
I happily drowsed on, a small animal napping. It couldn't have
been very late at all when I dimly heard the phone ring in the
background. Jon spoke in a low voice, and then dialed another number.
My lover murmured into the phone, too, but I couldn't rouse myself to
pay attention. I must have slept for a bit, because in a while, Jon
came back and gently shook my shoulder and stroked my breast. By then
it seemed quite natural to me that he should touch me that way. He
didn't own me the way my lover did, but my body existed to be touched at
that point. He was free to touch me, until my lover said no, and I
acquiesced entirely. He handed me a large mug of coffee. "Alice, you
need to wake up. Here have a little of this". I smiled up at him as he
sat down on the arm of the chair, and put his hand on my naked back.
As I drank the coffee, he started touching me again. My lover
wasn't in the room, and Jon didn't offer to tell me where he was. Jon
didn't offer to tell me much of anything, but kept stroking me like a
well loved cat. The touches were gentle and without much pressure, but
his rough fingertips provided plenty of friction in their trail. He ran
them back and forth across my nipples and my body began to respond. I
looked at him, but he stared back and I quickly broke my gaze, and
looked down. "Good Alice", he said "Good, pliant Alice. You need to
wash up a little after your walk".
He stood up and took my hands and led me through his bedroom into
the grey and pink tiled bath. The lights were dim but warm. It was
somewhat steamy from the bath and the air seemed scented. He reached up
to my neck and unbuckled the collar and leash. "Take off your sweats"
he said, in his normal quiet tones. I hesitated and blushed, a little.
"Don't be silly", he said, "its nothing I haven't seen, or more to the
point, nothing you haven't shown me". I slowly untied the pants and let
them fall. He watched intently as I stepped out of them, and sat down
next to me on the edge of the tub. "Turn around" I did, with my back to
him, supporting myself on the towel rack. I wondered what would happen
next, but received no clues. Silently, he ran his hands up the backs of
calves, along the backs of my thighs, and cupped my ass. The coffee had
begun to wake me up inside, and his touch was arousing me on the
outside.
He stopped touching me before I was even close to reaching any
peak. "Get into the tub" he said. I did, sitting down, carefully. The
water was soft and fizzy, it felt wonderful on my skin. He took a thick
washcloth and a bar of Dove and started washing my back. "Lift your
arms". I did, conscious of pulling my breasts up as I did. He washed
my shoulders, my armpits, and then my breasts. "Hands down, get up on
your knees". I knelt in the tub and he ran the cloth across the backs
of my thighs, and around to the insides. He stopped, and I spread my
thighs as far apart as the tub allowed. He washed ran the cloth up
between my legs, and scrubbed my ass. With his hand cupped, he poured
water down my ass crack and ran a bar of soap along my anus. It felt
wonderful, and I closed my eyes in pleasure. He squeezed the washcloth
over my ass, so the water rinsed out the soap. He the gently rubbed the
cloth over my cunt, taking away the last external traces of dried
pleasure from earlier in the evening. He was careful not to touch me
too much, not to arouse me more than a some predetermined level.
I felt the small push of an enema nozzle at the still tender
entrance to my ass. "Relax", he said, "don't make it harder", as he
filled me with warm water. "Hold it for a moment". He turned the
shower on, and taking a handheld spray, sprayed my body with warm water,
stroking here and there as he did. "Get out, and empty yourself". I
did, and he indicated for me to get back into the tub. He rinsed me
inside and out, twice more, forcing me to hold the water for longer than
I was accustomed, but never to the point of pain. I suspected he knew
my limits, and was sure that this was all deliberate and planned on his
part. I looked at him to ask what next. "The pain will come later,
Alice", he murmured as he rubbed some oil into my skin, careful to
barely touch my cunt and ass.
It was all quite pleasant, and I felt clean. My arousal was still
quiet, my desire there, but in control. It was no longer my control,
but Jon's and my lover's. When Jon stopped grooming me, I reached for
my sweats, but he said "no, put this on" and handed me a one piece silk
teddy, trimmed in lace. It was a dark burgundy red and with an opening
at the crotch. The top was loose and had thin satin straps. As I
stepped into the garment he said, "wait, take out your nipple ring". I
wondered about that, it was something that he and my lover found erotic.
I pulled the straps over my shoulders, and realized that it offered no
support for my breasts, they swung free underneath.
I padded out of the bath, and he handed me a pair of high-heeled
slipon shoes in black. "Put these on, too". Finally, he handed me a
short curly blond wig. I glanced at myself in a long mirror. I
wondered about makeup, surely I needed red lipstick and some dark eyes.
Still, I thought I looked good, pivoting in the shoes. It was a
costume, not too strange, it just wasn't me.
As we went back into the bedroom I was going to ask where my lover
was, but Jon started giving me instructions. "First of all, for the
rest of the evening you are a high paid whore. Mine. I have paid for
you. You will do what I say, no questions. You need to wear this, too"
He handed me a large mask made of some soft black cloth, stiffened to
fit over my face. I understood why there was no makeup. The front
would nearly cover my entire face, leaving my mouth and chin underneath
clear. There were two eye holes, rimmed in red satin, and two long
wings, sprinkled with dark glitter, that covered my cheeks. It fit over
my head with surprisingly comfortable straps in back. I was
unrecognizable. "Say nothing to anyone who comes in". That stopped me.
Who did he have in mind? Clearly someone who he wanted to hide me from.
Ah, someone might know about the ring. Certainly no one else of our
friends had something quite so, well so different. It made me smile to
think about the uptight little professionals.
I tottered back into the living room on the heels, confidently
hidden behind the mask and costume. "Sit down, on the floor, at my
feet, finish your coffee." Jon ordered. He then gave me a small bowl
filled with wine. He stroked my head, and then stood up. "I forgot one
thing". He went out and came back carrying the pink leather collar.
Tossing it at me he said, "put it on". I did, and sat still. He said
nothing, but drank his beer, and I sat, and lapped at the wine. We
passed ten minutes that way. I don't know if he was nervous, he never
showed that kind of outward sign. As I waited, my confidence started to
slip away. I alternated between anxiousness and desire.
I heard a tapping at his wide glass door and started. I had
little peripheral vision, and needed to swivel around to see. My lover
came into the room with Sam, another friend of his and Jon's. Sam was
in the middle of a messy divorce and best known for dating women 20
years younger than he was. He was a sweet guy, trying to get laid, and
not quite sure how. He was always kind to me, and although other women
thought of him as a foxhole feminist. I thought that if he would just
calm down, could probably find some wonderful woman for the rest of his
life.
"So", Sam smiled at Jon, but couldn't look directly at me, "this
is the, uh, uh, girl, uh, lady, he mentioned." When Jon didn't say
anything Sam continued struggling to find something more to say. "She's
good looking, cost a lot?" Jon shrugged. Jon did not give things away,
even to Sam. Sam felt he had to keep talking. "What will she do?" Sam
sat down on the couch, my lover in the chair I had been in. The three
men formed a semi-circle around me. Jon shrugged again, and said "what
do you want?" Sam thought, and took Jon at face value. "Let's see her
tits". Then he grinned, like a kid in a candy shop. I looked up at Jon
who nodded.
I got up on my knees, all three men were close enough to touch me.
I tried not to look at them as I let one shoulder strap fall down so
that the silky top fluttered around my breast. I plumped up my breast
and pulled my nipple towards my mouth. I could stick my tongue out and
flick it over the nipple. As I started to do so, Sam jumped up. "Wow,
oh wow", as he grabbed me and tried to suck my nipple into his mouth.
He snatched at my other tit, clearly in breast heaven. It felt good to
be grabbed, to be desired, but Jon interrupted him. "Sam, wait, let's do
this better". Sam reluctantly disengaged, tweaked one nipple, and sat
down. Jon snapped the leash onto the collar and pulled the silk strap
back up over my shoulder. He started walking me around the room, I
followed. Despite Sam and my lover's eyes following me, this wasn't too
hard. I liked being watched.
"Do something disgusting, slut". That was from my lover. It was
the first thing he had said. I had been acutely aware of him watching.
When I stopped to think about that, it made me feel very safe, very
loved. I believed that Jon cared, too, but his tough act was harder to
penetrate. I also believed that Sam cared, but probably cared about
getting fucked, mostly. Jon walked me over near him. He ran his hand
down my back, raising goosebumps over my entire body, and then pushed
the straps down from my shoulders. Grabbing my breasts, he pulled me
upright. "Something really lewd" he said. I wasn't about to ask what,
and just waited for someone else to supply something for me to do. Say
nothing, Jon had said. As for disgusting, I wasn't sure what would fall
into those categories. I was sure that the limits on my behavior were
well outside of Sam's.
"Hands and knees again" Sam cried. He had clearly lost his
initial discomfort. I figured that I could count on him to fill the
empty air spaces, and any other empty space that stayed still long
enough. I complied. "Make her stick her fingers in" he said. "In
what?" Jon asked. I suspected he was howling with laughter inside.
"Unsnap that thing she's wearing". Jon reached to me, and undid the
teddy, rolling it up to expose my ass and cunt. Sam was delighted.
"Turn around, oh my, oh my". I turned facing away, so that my ass was
towards all of them. Sam started running his hands over my ass and
reached to touch between my legs. "Stick a finger in your hole, honey".
I wanted this more than Sam, probably. I put my head down on the
ground, raising my ass up in the air. I spread my legs apart so the
three men could see deep into my cunt. I licked my middle finger of my
right hand and traced around the edges of my labia, before slowly
sliding it in. I hadn't needed to lick my finger, I was sopping wet,
obvious to the three of them, too.
"Whore", Jon said as he reached over and rolled me onto my back.
If he could have seen my cheeks, Sam would have had no idea why I
blushed. But it was true, I wanted to fuck all of them. Jon's hand's
felt strong on me. "Now the other one, honey", Sam said. I opened my
mouth a little, and rubbed the tip of my finger on the end of my tongue.
Then reaching around, I started touching my anus. It was a bit
sensitive after the earlier play, hell it was stretched and sore and
started all sorts of feelings running back and forth in me. I wanted
them to touch me.
"Fuck yourself" That was my lover, softly. I did. I didn't have
to act. My knees were bent, and pulled up to my chest, but my toes
pointed straight up in the air. My lover came around back of me, and
sat behind me, close, forcing me to sit up a bit. He grabbed the inside
of my thighs, near my knees, and help my legs as far apart as they could
go. His thumbs slid down the inside of my thighs, till he was holding
my cunt lips painfully wide. I leaned back into his arms and started
moaning and rocking my hips, fingers pumping in and out. "Whore", Jon
said again, to remind that he was watching me, wide open, again. "What
a show". Sam was enthusiastic, and having this audience kept raising my
excitement. I started rubbing my clit, and getting close to coming, for
what must have been the tenth time that evening.
Sam had unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. He was not
in my direct line of vision, so I couldn't see him entirely. It looked
like he was stroking himself. "Let me fuck her, oh let me at her". "Do
you have a condom?" Jon asked. "Of course, of course!", Sam replied,
shucking his pants. He put the latex on, and came at me with one of the
largest cocks I had ever seen. I lay on my back and looked up at him as
he stood over me, spreading my legs wide while the other two watched.
"Hold your knees wide, honey". I grabbed my legs apart for him.
I thought he would just plunge into me, but he leaned over and lapped at
my clit once or twice. I moaned again. I wanted to be fucked. I was
ready, but he was large enough to hurt going in. I must have winced
because he stopped and said "oh, are you ok?". I nearly laughed, it was
so different from the treatment I received from Jon or my lover that
night. Here was this he-man, fucking some nameless whore, and he was
concerned. I kissed him on his cheek, then and there, and grabbing his
shoulders, pulled him into me. Once in, it was marvelous. I started to
move on him, but he grunted once and flopped on me. He lay there, and
then pulled out quickly. "Oh, too fast, too good". I was left
frustrated again.
I tentatively touched my clit, knowing that Sam would appreciate
the show. But, Jon, not one to lose momentum, grabbed me up and said
"suck on him" and pointed to my lover. I crawled over on hands and
knees and tried to open my lovers pants with my teeth. I couldn't, so
he helped and I slid his cock into my mouth. I suspected that he
wouldn't be able to come again, but I knew he liked it so I went for a
while. I guess he was embarrassed, too and faked an orgasm for the
benefit of Jon and Sam. I could have laughed. All these tough tops,
and they're premature or flaccid. I smiled inside and felt a warm
charity to them, and not at all used, but still quite a bit horny.
But I was the premature one, and warm feelings were not to last.
Jon was the true cruel top of the group. He probably thought I was
enjoying myself too much, and that the others were too tired or excited
to really put me in my place. He grabbed me by the back of the mask and
pulled me around. Pushing me onto all fours on the floor, he pulled the
silky cloth down over my hips, leaving me in the collar and shoes. He
pulled a set of nipple clamps out of his pocket and snapped them on me.
They were sharper and meaner than the ones we usually played with, and I
nearly cried out for the pain. He stood there for a few moments, and
when the pain cleared from my face, he hung little fishing weights off
of each, and set them swaying. I sucked in air, hard, but was silent.
I could see Sam behind Jon, his eyes as wide as saucers. He was clearly
out of his league.
Jon pulled his cock out and stuck it, condom covered, in my face.
"Suck" he said. I did. Oh, I did. "You want to get it wet, very wet".
He rocked his hips in and out of my mouth, pushing his cock as deep as
it would go. He pushed on me enough to keep the weights swaying on my
nipples and a slow pain burning in my breasts. Suddenly, he pulled out
of my mouth and went behind me. With no grace or warning, he shoved
himself in my ass, hard, fast and painful. I was wide from before, but
it felt like he was tearing me open. Naked, being fucked hard in the
ass, I wanted this.
The room was entirely silent, except for Jon's hard breathing. He
started pounding hard and held onto my shoulders. As he moved in me, he
reached one hand around to my clit and rubbed it back and forth. The
weights on my nipples were swaying back and forth, as I felt an orgasm,
like a long awaited friend, rise up from deep inside of me and explode
across my body. I jerked with spasms of pleasure, and bit hard on my
lip, drawing blood.
When the sensations seemed to finally ebb, I was ready to quit,
and must have slowed down. Jon was not. "Oh, no, little whore" he said
softly, "I'm not nearly done, bitch". He continued to ride me, hard,
squeezing my shoulders painfully. He leaned down on me, putting his
weight on my back, and reached around to the nipple clamps. He started
pulling my tits down from my body, stretching them as far as they would
go. "I want to see you cry" he said in my ear "I want to see you hurt".
He sharply bit into me, in way that would leave a bruise on my back. A
scream started somewhere deep in my throat, but he clamped a hand over
my mouth.
He stopped moving, but did not pull out. "Get that gag" he said
to my lover, his voice still soft, but filled with power. He pulled me
back, like a rider pulling on a horse's bit as he tied it over my mouth.
When it was tied on, he held me up by my breasts, forcing me to arch my
back and balance on my knees. He continued to pinch my breasts in
rhythm with his strokes, as if showing off to Sam and my lover. In this
new position, tears started spilling out of my eyes, pouring in great
cascades down my face, dripping onto my breasts, and spotting the
carpet. I don't know what Jon had tapped into, but I couldn't stop. My
lover, who had seen this before and learned to watch, sat back, intent
on the scene. He knew where my limits were and how much I needed this.
He even understood what this meant to me. The fact that I wasn't sure
at this point wasn't relevant to me. The feelings were so strong, and
had built so high in me, that the orgasm was not enough to purge them.
I cried, silently into the gag, letting pain and pleasure and
humiliation wash over me.
Sam was not nearly so sanguine. He jumped up, and started to
protest, "Hey, Jon, that's not right". "Shut up Sam" was all Jon would
say. He bent over, forcing me back onto hands and knees. As he thrust
into me, ripping me open, he pulled back on my hair, lifting my head up,
forcing me to meet the other's eyes. I felt that the mask hid nothing
of me, I was entirely bare to the world. Jon's endurance was amazing.
He reached around to my clit, first lightly touching, and then pinching,
then digging his fingernails into me. I crossed the line between pain
and pleasure a dozen times, losing track of the room, the people, even
who it was on top of me, using me. All I knew is that I had no choice,
no will, but was only a body to receive what this rider gave me. I took
it in, all of it, my naked body hungry and grateful.
"You slut" he whispered to me, his southern accent creeping into
the muted words. "You need the pain as much as the pleasure, and both
give you a glow, a beauty that I want. That I will have". I heard him,
but I don't know if I responded. I don't know if I stopped crying,
because the waves, oceans of feeling poured over me, swamping me,
carrying me away. It could have been a minute, or ten, or a hundred. I
knew that I must have come, because eventually the feelings stopped. I
was drained and slumped onto the floor.
The next thing I knew Jon put me into a long coat, and he and my
lover carried me downstairs. "We've called you a cab. Go home to my
place and sleep.. I nodded, I still had no voice. "Thank you, Alice,"
Jon said softly, "I've never felt anything like that before.
And somehow I doubt I will again". But it was my lover who
kissed me on the forehead and said, "I love you, and always will..."