Who Holds the Belt-Dark Romance Collection Stories by Salty Vixen

Spread eagle!  I always liked the phrase, it is so descriptive.  And here I am; naked, a bit cold and tied, spread eagle on a large four-poster canopied bed.  A pillow is pushed under my bottom so that my hips and my pubic mound are pushed up higher than anything else on the bed.

“I wonder what’s next?” I muse to myself quizzically as I stare at the snowy white canopy,  “I cant believe that I’ve allowed him to do this…this…well, all of this to me!  It is so…so unlike me.  Yet, I do have to admit that it is a little like me, like my secret self; the self that you never really let anyone know about.  The self which scares you sometimes when you let yourself dwell on it.  The self that you don’t quite understand but you finally have the courage to share with your lover.  Your lover, your master does understand and can give you what you secretly crave.  The self that yearns for someone to control you and give you some audacious bouts of love-making….  well, actually some great fucking!  But then again, it is so much more than that.”

As I lay here, helpless…he looks down at me and states emphatically with that secret smile that indicates that he is up to something really devilish.  “Now that I know you can’t get away, and that you will be required to submit to whatever I choose to do with you, I think I’ll begin…….”  He pauses as he considers what to tell me.

With a shiver of apprehension I wonder what he has planned.  I continue to muse to myself, “I know that I don’t need to worry, I’m sure he won’t do anything that would really hurt me.  But…that smile…that wicked smile does make me wonder just a bit.  What new exquisite torture will I learn to endure this time? ”  My throat is dry and it’s difficult to speak.  I try once and nothing comes out, I try again and find my voice, “What are you planning to do?”  My voice sounds much calmer than I feel.

“…can’t tell you that, it would take all the fun out of it if you knew what to expect.  After all…anticipation adds to the erotic feeling…don’t you think?”  His finger nail traces a meandering line that begins at my knee and moves up my leg, through my pubic hair, between my breasts and stops at my neck.  The movement of his finger is so subtle, possessive and arousing that my body gives an involuntary shudder.

I want to keep him talking until I work up the nerve to allow this to continue further.  “I suppose there is some truth in what you say, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous.” I pause to consider, “Yes, I guess anticipation does add excitement.  All I ask is that if I want to end this, you must promise me that you will.”  I feel this is a fair request of him.

“If I’m certain that you really want me to stop, I will, but I don’t think that’s likely to happen.” he assures me.  “But…for you, just to make sure that you are totally comfortable with all of this…let’s agree on a word.  A word that you will only use if you really mean it.”  His hand fondles my breast, pinching at the nipple and he continues, “Darling, look up me.  Good!  Really mean it!  Yes?  For once the word is spoken, I will stop!  I will release you and it will all end, no matter what stage of the scene we maybe at when you say the word!  So…that is my promise!  Yours is that you will only use the word if you really, really want it to end.”  His fingers tighten on my nipple as he asks   ‘Agreed?”

I drew my breath in sharply with the feel of his fingers tightening on my nipple.  Nodding my head I agreed to his conditions.  I feel safe and we agree to a “word” and I knew that he would be true to his word.  My hope is that it will not come to a point where I will feel the need to use the “word” and consequently not complete the scene.  I know that I would disappoint myself, and perhaps my Master as well, not to finish what was begun.

With that assurance between us, he begins to lightly run his hands over my breasts once more.  He cradles each breast, caresses the sides of them, and rolls the nipples between his fingers.. Each nipple is firmly pinched and the sensations are telegraphic. They speed down my nervous system from my rock hard nipples to my damp pussy in the flash of a second.  I feel his hand move down my sides and over to my pubic mound.

The effect of his touch is electrifying and my body tingles with his touch and I experience a sharp intake of breath.  I tug at the restraints, I want so much to touch him too.  He gives me that wicked smile again and continues to let his hands roam down the outside of my right leg all the way to my toes, down across my sole.  I try not to jump.  He knows that I am ticklish but his touch is not to tickle, but to excite.  His hand then lazily moves up the inside of my leg just to the knee.  It pauses briefly, as if he is considering his next move, and then starts again, this time lightly dragging his finger nails up the inside of my right thigh.  The effect on me is devastating, and my body arches ever so slightly as he nears my clitoris.

I’m expecting him to touch me there, or at least I hope that he will touch me there.  When he instead begins to move his hands along the outside of my left thigh I am surprised.  He follows the same path on my left leg, pausing as he nears my clit.  “Master, please….please….oh God, please touch me there!” I beg softly.

A short wicked laugh is his initial response.  I watch as he cups my mound and he continues, “You are much too eager my pet.  You must learn patience and endurance.  Relief will come in time……my time that is.”  He smiles down at me.

A frustrated sigh escapes from my lips.  He gazes at me and admonishes,  “Really, sighing like that will only cause more of a delay in getting what you want.  My pet, every time I hear that sound, you can be sure that I will continue on this way for a little longer…..so you may think of it as if you are causing your own delay in your gratification.”

I’m horrified to think that he might mean it.  “You really mean that don’t you?”

His hand is still sitting on top of my mound, the heat from his hand feels like it is leaving a searing imprint. “Most certainly darling, that sighing will only result in prolonging your frustration.”  As he tells me this, he knows with a certainty that I will never be able to control my sighs and that this will be his excuse for extending my sweet torture.  Not that he really needs an excuse, after all he is my Master and he can do with me whatever he wishes, whenever and however he desires.

His hand seems to radiate heat all through my hips.  His fingers push down gently behind my pubic bone, massaging me ..It feels wonderful and I have to bite my lip so a sigh won’t escape.  His hands persist in roaming over my body continuing to arouse the most incredible desire in me.  I want him…badly…oh so very badly.  I know that asking for him to enter me is futile at this point, he has his own agenda and will follow only that. I must learn patience and endurance, as he is always telling me.  This is his way of helping me to learn, but it so hard!

He leans over me and begins gently at first and then with increasing vigor to suck on my right breast and nipple.  I can’t help it and a sigh escapes from my lips.  Upon hearing it, he briefly lifts his head and gives me “that look”.  I realize that the sweet torture has been extend…just as he told me it would be. “This is so hard.  How can I possibly stop sighing?  What can I do instead?  There must be something….” I frantically search for answers that will help me to keep from prolonging my torture.

“Master you know it’s almost impossible not to sigh.”  I cry to him in desperation, finding no answers on my own.

“Well, perhaps you should try telling me what it is you’re feeling instead of just sighing,” he looks up at me over my nipple.  He kisses my nipple again and then continues,  “You see, if you talk to me, I’ll have an idea of what pleases you.  I will know what is happening.  It will let me know if what I’m doing feels good to you.  It will excite me to hear how I am effecting you and it will also increase your desire by sharing.”

I think, “Yeah, like I need to get more excited than I am now!”

“Besides my pet, by sharing with me, you can avoid prolonging your own gratification which is what you really want.”

“Yes, I understand what you are asking.  I can try…but…sometimes it’s very difficult to find words…words that adequately describe what I’m feeling.”  His hand is again on my mound as I try to continue.  “I mean, how do I describe to you what it feels like when you run your hands up and down me?  Or like, just now when you were sucking on my breast and flicking my nipple with your tongue?  I can’t even find the words when you are not doing it…and you want me to tell you when my mind is exploding with desire and pleasure.”

“Well, if all else fails, tell me that you like what I’m doing, that it feels good, or tell me not to stop.  Or tell me that the flicking of your nipple tickles or sends a ripple of desire through your body.  Share the experience with me.  For example, talk dirty to me.  Say anything at all.  Just don’t lay there making small sounds that tell me nothing.  OK?”

Well, I guess that I can tell him that at least.  My voice whispers, “Yes, Master.  I do like when you suck my breast!  I love it when you do that.  And then you flick at my nipples…yes it feels good.”  He leans forward again and draws my nipple deep between his lips.  I pulled at his hair and whisper, “Yes Master, that feels good.  Suck on my nipple. It feels so good.  Thank you Master.”

He continues to suckle until I ask him to stop for a moment.  “I still have a question Master.  What do you mean when you say I should talk dirty to you?  What does that mean to you?”

That grin again, “Whatever you feel comfortable saying to me…for instance, when you think you’re ready, tell me that you’re ready for me to fuck you!”  With that he begins again to suck again on my breast and any further conversation about talking dirty, or anything else, is temporarily put on hold.

He moves over to my other breast and nipple and this time I make an attempt to tell him what I am feeling.  Whispering, “I love the feeling of your tongue on my nipple…it makes me want to feel you inside of me!  It magnifies my desire for you.  Actually I can feel it all the way down to my toes.”

He lifts his lips from my breast, “See now that isn’t so difficult is it.”

I answer with effort.  “Master, the feelings that you create inside of me tend to wipe out any coherent thinking.  Forming sentences becomes very difficult for me.”

He laughs, “Does it now.  That’s certainly nice to know.”

His tongue starts to follow a lazy path down my chest and tummy, past my bellybutton to the top of my pubic hair.  I want him to continue down to my clit.  “Please, Master don’t stop there.  I want you to suck my clit, please.” I beg.

He pauses and then slowly moves with little kisses to the top of my vagina.  He stops again, my hips are in the air and he stares directly at my exposed  womanhood as if deciding what to do next.  I watch as he flicks out his tongue at the top of my clit.  I have to bite my lip to keep silent.  A couple more flicks and then he begins to fiercely suck on the end of my bud.  The feel of his tongue moving around and over such a sensitive place is intensely stimulating.

I pull at the restraints, begging him, “Please, Master please I need to feel you inside of me.”  I wonder how much more of this I can take.  I want him so badly that I utter words that I have never said in the throws of passion. “Fuck me.  Master, I want you to please fuck me.  Now!”

I said it!  I have talked about making love, or having sex before, but I have never asked for it like this, never demanded it.  I have never needed it, or wanted it like this before either.  I am surprised at myself and a little pleased as well.  He looks up at me.  He too looks pleased, he has never heard me ask him like that before.  He kisses my mound and moves between my legs.

“Because you asked me like that, I am going to grant your wish.”  My raised hips put the opening of my vagina at the same height as his erection.  He places the head of his penis against my parted lips.  As soon as I feel him at my opening I move forward, I try to impale myself on him.  He touches it against my outer pussy lips a few times more, and each time as I try to draw him into me, he pulls away.  Finally, he thrusts into me, sliding himself in to the very base of his penis.

I know better than to just sigh.  I cry out, “Oh God, you feel incredible, to be filled by you is fantastic.”  It really does feel good to be filled by him, and I want him to know it too.

He withdraws to the end of his penis and then plunges back into me again.  Several times I feel him push firmly and quickly into me.  My climax is ready to explode.  I know that I have to ask now or draw my Master’s wrath.  “Please Master, it is time for me.  May I cum now?  Please Master, I need to cum!”

“I believe you, but not just yet.  There are more delights ahead.”  And my Master does what I did not believe he could do, or would do; he pulls out of me.  He is gone.  The wonderful fullness is gone.  I feel so empty.  I want him in me again.  My hips thrash as I beg him, “Fuck me, fuck me Master.  Please some more!  Why didn’t you finish?”

“I did as you asked…I fucked you…you never said that you wanted me to fuck you until you climaxed!”  I groan with frustration.  He pauses, stares at my hips moving in the air, searching for relief.  He leans forward and kisses my mound.  I hear him softly whisper, “That will cost you!”

How can he be so calm when I am so frustrated!  “That’s not fair.” I wail.  “You said that you didn’t want me to sigh, you didn’t say anything about a groan.”

“It’s all the same.  To avoid a penalty, you must talk to me.  You must tell me what you’re thinking and feeling, not just make incoherent noises.”  He instructs me.

I answer heatedly, “Well, you might have told me what you wanted before you started this.  It’s easier to play the scene if I know the rules.”

“Hey, a little bit less hostility here or I will leave you like this until you are ready to continue.  Or would you rather say the “word” and we can end this right now.  It’s your choice, we can discuss it afterward.”

My voice becomes quiet and contrite very quickly, “No, I am sorry, Master.  Please stay.  I don’t want to end this.”

“Perhaps I should have told you what was what, but I chose not to because it amuses me to do that.  You will just have to figure out the ‘rules of the scene’ as you put it, as we go along.”

I grumble, “That’s not fair!  How can I keep from breaking one of your silly rules if I don’t know it exists?”

“Silly?  Well, I would have thought a smart girl like you would have figured out already that’s part of the scene.  If I tell you all the rules up front, what fun would it be?  Anyway I enjoy it when I can correct your behavior because you break one of my ‘silly’ rules.”  He leans closer and whispers, “Prolonging the foreplay is a test for me as well.”  As he leans back he opens his eyes in mock, wide-eyed astonishment.

At least I know now that he is as excited and needy as I am.  I wonder what it cost him to pull out of me when he did.  “I see….”  is all the response I get out before he bends over and begins again to suckle on my extended clit.  Once again, speaking is impossible.  His wonderful attentions continue for several minutes with the intensity increasing and decreasing as he sees fit.

“His touch creates such wonderful sensations in me I know that I am grateful to him for allowing me to belong to him.  It makes me realize how much I might have missed in life had we not come together.  I know that I am committed to him and to our life and I want to be able to tell him that, but I have always been a private person and kept my thoughts to myself.  I know that he wants me to share these things with him but it so hard to break a lifetime pattern.  I feel closer to him than I have ever felt to anyone and I want to be able to share all that I feel and think with him.  It’s up to me to break my habits….the ones that keep from sharing with my master.” This runs through my head but I can’t seem to make it come out my mouth.

I am just about to plead with him again to enter me and end this unbearable wait, when he sits back on his heels and begins teasing my labia and clit with his hand.  There it is…that slow…soft and gentle touch that just grazes my labia, I love and dread that particular touch.  It arouses my deepest desire and increases my need to feel him within me to an unendurable peak.

“Oh, I love that soft touch.  It makes me need you even more than before.  That stroking keeps me right on the edge of climaxing.  Please Master let me climax.  I want to so much and I’m not sure I can stop it from happening.” I beg at the same time I’m trying to let him know what I am feeling.

Without even answering me he flicks a finger against my swollen cit.  The unexpectedness of the movement causes me to gasp and he laughs, “Caught again.”

“Yes,”  I cry, “but that touch was rather surprising.”  I thought for a moment, “I liked it though, it really increases my erotic feelings.”

“It does, well that’s good since it’s meant to do that.”, he comments casually as he reaches out to flick it again.

For several agonizing minutes he continues to stroke and flick my clit at irregular intervals, the effect on me is maddening.  It is all I can do not to gasp each time he flicks me.  Then his little flicks turn into a gentle vibration on the top of my clit.  He smiles that devilish smile as he watches me struggling frantically against the bonds that hold me firmly to the bed, “Ah my darling I can see that this seems to terrible to bear but you will for me and for yourself.”

“Please that’s too intense.  I don’t think I can stand it.” I sob.

“Oh, I know you can stand the intensity of the feelings.  You must learn to endure more before giving into those sensations.  Remember you are not to come without permission.” He admonishes as he continues to vary the stokes and vibrations against my clit.  “Yes my pet, I know you will learn to endure this and you will learn to tell me about it too.  My lesson tonight will not go unlearned.” He thinks.

Finally I can stand it no longer and beg him,  “Oh please fuck me now, Master fuck me now.  I need to feel you inside of me again….now!”

“I love hearing that from you.  I’m pleased that you can say that to me and I’m sure you would like that.”, he answers, “actually so would I, but I have something more I want to do before that happens.”

All I can do is stare at him helplessly and to accentuate my feelings, I tug at the bonds that hold me fast to bed.  I try to imagine what else he might be planning, but I don’t have a clue.  Soon I begin to wonder if he is just playing with my head since he has not changed the pattern and rhythm of his foreplay.

The gentleness of his hands prompts me to tell him, “That feels so wonderful.  I love the warmth of your hands, they feel very nice against me.”

Just as I am sure that relief might be coming soon, he stops altogether, waits for a while and then begins again.  Finally I’m positive that he is actually going to allow me some form of satisfaction, but instead he gets off the bed.  “You can’t leave me like this, we need, I need to finish this!” I declare emphatically.

“I have no intention of ‘leaving like this’ as you put it.  You should know me well enough to know that’s something I would never do.  I would never leave you hanging on the edge, unless of course you said the “word” at an inopportune time.  Or if it suited my purposes to complete my seduction a bit later, then I might.  But to not complete it at all, never!”, he reminds me gently.

“Actually I didn’t think you would but I want and need you so desperately that I had to make sure.  What are you doing, all I can see is your back?”  I inquire.

“You’ll find out soon enough.  I think you’ll enjoy it, you must of course tell me what you think.”

“What letting me in on one of your secret rules?  I didn’t think that was part of your game plan.”

“I’m not telling you anything new, I’ve been telling you all along that I want to know what you are thinking and feeling.  This will be just another chance for you to comply with my request.”

With that he unties my legs and moves my knees up to my chest.  I hold them there as he has indicated and wonder,  “What is in store for me now.  Can I handle any additional stimulation?”  I quickly find out the answers to my unasked questions.  He begins to gently massage and press inward on my anal opening.  I am so startled that I stiffen up and begin to lower my knees. Very gently he stops me with his hand and asks, “Do you trust me?

“Yes, I know that you wouldn’t deliberately cause me harm.  It’s just that I wasn’t expecting….that…your fingers there….”  I answer  “After all if I didn’t trust you I wouldn’t be in this position now.”

“If that’s so then pull your knees up again and just relax.  I know it’s hard but I promise not to hurt you and if you don’t like the sensation I promise to stop.  OK?  But I really think that you’ll find this interesting shall we say.” he gently cajoles me.

“All right, just so you promise to stop if I don’t like it or it hurts.” I tell him somewhat reluctantly.

“I promise.”

He begins again to massage a lubricant against my tight anal opening, pressing in slightly.  I feel his finger slip into me and it feels wonderful.  I almost betray myself with a sound.  I catch myself and instead tell him how marvelous his finger feels.  After several minutes of playing at my opening, I can feel something cool and hard being pressed against the puckered orifice.  “I hope he’s not going to enter me that way!  I need to feel him inside my pussy…..I need to feel it soon.” I agonize.

Suddenly I feel something relatively small slide past my opening and then continue to slip inside of my canal directed by his finger.  The feelings are startling and I tell him.  After a few more minutes more of moving his finger in and out of my anus he moves my legs back down and reties them.  Before I can speculate on what might be inside of me, I feel a burst of vibration from deep inside me.  It is momentary and intense, but not at all unpleasant.

My body jerks but not a sound escapes from my lips.  “So what do you think of that?” he asks.

“Um…I’m not sure just yet, but I think I like it, at least for now.”

“Good!”, he smiles, “Shall we continue?”

This is evidentially a rhetorical question as he doesn’t even wait for my answer.  He begins once more with his sweet torture of my body.  His strokes, licks and touches are punctuated every so often with a burst in varying intensity of the vibrating toy deep inside of me.  The combination of all this is making me crazy.  I now need to have him within me so much that I don’t know what to do.  All my previous attempts at getting him to take me have failed and I don’t hold out much hope of him entering me anytime soon.  I know he will eventually, but I am not sure that I will still be making sense when he does.  During this time, while I am deciding how I might gain the end I desire, he breaks into my revelry to ask a question.

“Well, tell me what you’re thinking and feeling right now.” he demands.

“Oh my darling, I am enjoying this immensely.”  I try and gather my thoughts so that I may continue, “But if you must know, I am trying to figure out a way to get you to put yourself inside of me, to end this.  I like the feeling of the vibrating toy and the variety of intensities adds to the eroticness of it all.  But darling, I really need to feel you inside of me.  Soon!.  That’s what I’m thinking and feeling.”

“Did it occur to you to ask for what you want?”  he questions quietly.

“Well actually it did, but having asked for it several times before with less than satisfactory results I thought it was probably an exercise in futility.” I answer truthfully.

“Yes I can understand that, but when you asked before it was too soon.  There were many other experiences ahead and it didn’t suit me to grant your request.”

“Does that mean if I ask you now you will do it?”

“Perhaps it does and perhaps it doesn’t, but if you don’t ask you’ll never know will you?”, he queries.

“OK, please, please Master put your dick inside of me now.  I need to feel you inside of me now.”

“You mean right now?”

“For God’s sake, FUCK ME NOW!   Please.”  I almost shout at him.

“My, my you are getting a bit desperate.  And I don’t believe you properly phrased the question as you’ve been taught to do…however, I will give it serious consideration.” He says teasingly, “If you had properly asked me I might have given you what you want.  But since you didn’t I’m reluctant to do that….”

I’m crazy with the thought that he might not enter me and finish with his torture.  “Master, my original question was phrased as you have taught me.  Please, I just got a little carried away, I need you so much….I did say please.” wheedling him.

Again the vibrations inside of me and his hands touching me…pulling, playing, bringing me again so close, and then, finally…I feel him…first the head of his penis between the outer lips of my vagina and then all of him as he enters me.  I am complete.  My body is immediately wracked by the multitude of sensations.  His penis fills me again and I feel the toy in my anus explode.  “Please Master I must cum now I can’t hold it back any longer!  Please let me cum now.”

“Perhaps I have pressed you a bit too far,  Yes, you may cum now.”

The combination of the stimulation and the permission pushes me over the edge and I feel a climax tear its way through my entire body.  What I have been longing for….what had seemed to be forever beyond my grasp is finally mine and I shout “Oh, YES!!  Oh YES…YES!”  His lips are on mine, his breath on my face.

“Tell me more!”  He demands.

“I needed this.  I’ve been longing to feel you inside of me all evening.  Thank you Master, thank you.”.

He continues to thrust in and out of me sometimes slowly and then hard and fast, at times punctuating his movement with the use of the vibrator.  I am still going out of my mind with all the delicious feelings coursing through me.  I climax…start to come down and then he drives me back up again.  I experience a release several times with his permission and find that it is truly extraordinary.

During his constant onslaught, he is telling me “I love the feel of your pussy.  I love it!  You are so wet…so hot…so tight, I can’t get enough of it.  I love making you cum.”  His pace increased as he commanded, “Cum again for me.  Now!”  And I again feel the now familiar feelings of another release throughout my body.  His whispers continue, “I adore fucking you my darling.  You are doing very well tonight, you see when you try, you can tell me what you’re feeling.”

Finally after what seems to be forever he allows himself to come.  “Darling, I’m coming now.” He whispers in my ear.

He drives into me, with each push I feel him completely, totally inside of me…filling me.  I find that hearing him share his release with me makes me cum one final time as well.  It is so erotic to hear him tell me that, along with all of the other shared feelings as well.  It is so astonishing to hear what is going on with him, and for him to help me try and share what I think and feel.  I think that I finally understand what he’s been trying to teach me with this lesson.

It won’t be easy for me, but I’m really going to try and tell him what I’m thinking and feeling about the things he does while we play our scenes and then make love.  I realize that if my master had not taken the time to show me, and explain to me what he wanted, I never would have realized the difference it makes to him and perhaps more importantly, the difference it makes to me.

Once again my Master has moved me forward on a new path and level of awareness…and I am grateful to him.  I am more committed, if possible, than ever before to our relationship.  I love my life because I am able to spend it with him.  I know that I can still be the person I have to be during the day yet when we are together, he will release something inside of me that will allow me to do…to be…allow me to experience feelings that I have hidden within me.  I know that I am his with all my heart…my body…my soul and because I am his I am content.

Blindfolded! Blindfolded and lying naked on a king-sized bed. Carrin couldn’t believe where she found herself. Every breath had become difficult and shallow because of the inescapable tension throughout her body. Her senses were extremely impressionable, made so by this new, incredibly erotic experience.

She felt some comfort in the fact that on one side of her lay the man she loved and trusted more than anyone in the world. On the other side, however, was someone new—someone she knew nothing about. A mystery man.

She hadn’t been permitted to see the stranger because her lover had led her into the bedroom blindfolded.

“Trust me,” he had whispered in her ear as he guided her carefully to the bed and told her to sit down. She felt his hands on her face and felt him kneel between her legs. He slipped her into his arms and continued to whisper.

“Tonight you are going to experience a fantasy of yours. A fantasy told to me in the throes of passion, and one I believe to be true. Tonight, darling, release yourself. Feel the moment. Trust me. Will you do that?”

Her thoughts raced. Which fantasy? There have been so many different ones, some more appealing than others. I trust him, but which fantasy does he mean?

Her answer was barely audible. “Yes. I trust you.”

“Thank you, darling. Now lie back and move to the center of the bed.”

Once she had done as he asked, the bed sagged on both sides of her. Startled by the movement, she started to sit up, but felt again the reassuring touch of her lover. She calmed herself and lay down. Two warm bodies snuggled closer. Carrin sensed that they were also naked, but that didn’t bother her as much as the idea that a stranger was sharing their bed.

Or maybe—just maybe—it was someone she knew. That thought disconcerted her even more.

“Don’t be frightened,” her lover’s words comforted her. “You know that you’ve wanted to have two men… two men at the same time. We’ve talked about it often.”

She tried to speak, and he softly touched her lips with his fingers to silence her.

“I know the thought arouses you, so just relax. Relax and see what happens.”

She nodded in agreement. The feeling of his hands calmed her, as always, when he started stroking and touching her. Slowly she felt herself relaxing… enjoying… becoming aroused by his hands. Carrin adored being touched and stroked, as her lover knew. He was positive that by caressing her for a while, she would give herself over to the experience just as he expected.

“Besides, you know that I would never let anyone or anything hurt you. Don’t you?”

Again she made a small nod of assent.

Just when she was finally feeling soothed and comfortable with the new situation, another set of hands began to touch her, causing her to tense again. She felt them fondle her breasts and tease her nipples. Carrin knew it wasn’t her lover’s touch, but these new hands must have been coached on the way she liked to be stroked. This new touch was very skillful—just the way she liked it: firm, demanding, totally confident. It was like having two sets of her lover’s hands to tease and stimulate her. Two sets of hands to arouse… excite… build her need to consummate.

The touching felt so marvelous that she found herself following her lover’s advice, giving herself over to the new, wonderful sensations rippling through her body.

The whisper continued. “Good, my darling. I can see you’ve decided to relax and just let the evening happen. You do like being touched, don’t you, my pet?” he uttered softly in a rather self-satisfied tone. “You’re making those lovely sounds of pleasure that I so enjoy.”

She nodded, thinking, You knew that I would. You needn’t sound so smug about it. You knew that I would do anything to be touched this way. I just hope this continues for a long time. A very, very long time…

She felt a hand slide between her legs. It started low on her thighs and slowly traced its way to her waiting womanhood. The hand began teasing her clitoris and then the area around her moist opening. Carrin wondered if it might be her lover because of the touch—it was one she particularly enjoyed. The stroke was a light one that just barely touched her, the stroke that drove her wild and made her want to feel him… feel him deep inside of her.

Several thoughts flitted through her head. The petting of these two men is so similar. How can I be sure who is doing what to me? But then… does it really matter?

Part of her decided that it did matter—that somehow she should be able to tell her lover’s touch from any other. It seemed almost disloyal not to be able to tell the two sets of hands apart. However, the continued play of the hands over her body finally drove those stray thoughts away and left behind only the pleasure they were giving her.

It seemed the hands were never going to let her rest, and her arousal was becoming too intense for her to easily control. She began to squirm and beg.

“Please… please, stop. I can’t stand it. I need someone inside of me. Won’t one of you please make love to me? Master, I need to come… I want to come now!”

Her hips were moving, searching for someone—something—to clasp and draw into her pulsing, hungry vagina.

“No… no, my darling little pet!” her lover admonished. He paused, then continued. “It’s much too soon. You are not nearly ready for that. I know that you can stand more… much more. You have before, you know.”

“I know… I know that I have, but then there was only you touching me. This is twice as much… twice as fast, and… and I need to come. Please, Master, may I?”

She begged once more. Only silence greeted her plea. No release was forthcoming—just the continued exploration and stroking of face, shoulders, breasts, tummy, inner thighs, and her now very wet opening.

As she felt someone’s fingers slide inside her, she arched her back and pushed her pelvis down against them, hoping… straining… praying to gain a bit of relief from her ever-increasing need. As soon as the invading fingers felt her push, they were quickly withdrawn.

Again her lover’s voice in hushed tones: “You are getting desperate, aren’t you, my pet? That was a naughty thing you tried to do, and you know it. I’m going to punish you for trying that little trick.”

Punish me? Oh no! she thought frantically. Carrin couldn’t believe that he would share something as personal and intimate as a spanking with this stranger.

His voice continued. “You didn’t ask to come, did you?”

Her head moved back and forth, indicating her negative response.

“Why didn’t you ask if you could come?” he queried as he pushed her knees to her chest. Carrin knew he expected no answer from her, because no explanation would be good enough. She felt his hand stroke her bottom and then the sharp sting of his hand on her cheeks. She jumped as his hand spanked her again.

He murmured in her ear, “You will ask for each climax properly, won’t you?”

“Yes, oh yes, Master. I promise I will ask just as you’ve taught me to do for each climax. I promise!” she cried between each slap of his hand.

He soundly spanked her a dozen more times to help her remember. The feeling of his hand administering her punishment made Carrin writhe on the bed.

Her bottom now glowed bright pink from the punishment she had received. She heard the other man inquire, “Does she like that?”

The voice didn’t sound at all familiar. It occurred to her again how little she knew of this other man, this mystery person. What was even worse: he had seen her punished for misbehaving. How could she have let that happen? She blushed, and her face grew warm with embarrassment.

Her lover acknowledged the stranger’s question. “Yes—more so when I’m inside of her, of course. Then it seems to intensify the experience for her. She probably didn’t care for it much just now, but she knows that she deserved this punishment for her naughty little trick.”

During this exchange, the touching and stroking of her body continued, and the result was devastating. Carrin felt so hot… so wet… so needy. The desire to have someone inside of her was so intense that she moaned passionately. She prayed that it would make one of them understand what she needed… wanted… had to have, and that he would take her quickly.

“Why don’t you take her now? She sounds as if she’s ready for you.” Her lover offered, “You are ready, aren’t you, my darling pet?”

“Yes, Master… oh yes, I’m ready. Please!” she answered gratefully.

“I believe you’re right. I think she’s definitely ready for someone to take her. Her desire seems to have built quite nicely,” the mystery man acknowledged.

She felt the stranger move between her legs, lift them to his shoulders, and thrust strongly, deeply into her. The initial thrust sent a wave of pleasure throughout her body. It felt fabulous to finally have someone inside of her. She reveled in his strong thrusts—deep and filling, in and out of her. Her desire was strong, and soon she began to reach her first climax.

Taking note of how close her impending climax was, her lover reminded the stranger inside of her, “Make sure that she doesn’t climax without asking first. I’m still training her, and sometimes she needs reminding of who is the Master.”

The man paused in his thrusting and then pulled out of her. Carrin was left just short of climaxing. She cried aloud her frustration.

“Oh no… oh no… please… oh please, nooo.”

“Was there something you wanted, Carrin?” her lover questioned.

“Oh, please, I was so close. Master, I want to climax. Please may I?”

“Not just yet, my pet… not yet. Unless you would like to finish it yourself. You may use your hand to climax if you wish.”

Carrin was shocked. I can’t… oh Master, I can’t do that. Not in front of someone I don’t know. I just can’t, please Master.

She cried to them, “Please, I need one of you inside of me.”

“I’m sorry, darling, but if you want to climax you must do it with your hands.”

He waited to see if she would use her hands. When it appeared that she would not—or could not—he turned back to the stranger.

“Please continue. She is very excited, and it would be a shame to waste the moment.”

The stranger then instructed her, “Turn around and get up on your knees. Now put your feet between my legs.”

She did as asked, hoping that her need would be assuaged. Although Carrin wasn’t aware of it, she was now facing her lover, who had moved in front of her. Seeing that she was perfectly positioned to suck on him, he guided her mouth to his waiting hard cock.

She could tell by the size and smell that it was her lover, and she sucked on him eagerly. The stranger slid into her again and then began to spank her, first lightly and then more firmly. The arousal she felt was incredible. So many things were happening at once. She had her lover in her mouth, trying to make him climax. She had the mystery man inside her from behind, with his hands slapping her. All that stimulation was pushing her beyond any peak she’d reached before, and the new heights were electrifying.

She wanted to climax so very much, but she had no way to ask for permission with her mouth full of her lover. Knowing the punishment if she failed, she did her best to hold back her impending orgasm.

Finally she knew she must ask or risk additional punishment. The thought of further punishment in front of this stranger was too awful to imagine, so she released her lover’s penis momentarily. She raised her head, pleading,

“Please… I want to come… I must come. I’ve got to come!”

She felt her lover’s hands in her hair.

“Is that the way you’ve been taught to ask? I can’t believe that you’ve forgotten your promise already,” her lover demanded.

“No!” she admitted. Her head hung down, embarrassed once again to have let her Master down in front of someone else. The stranger continued to move in and out of her.

Her voice pleaded, “Please, please, Master, may I… may I come now?”

“That’s much better. But I shouldn’t need to remind you.”

He paused, and she spoke softly. “I am sorry if I displeased you, Master. Please allow me to climax.”

The stranger continued to push in and out, his speed increasing with his growing climax. Carrin could feel her orgasm at the brink of exploding from the stranger’s increased speed, and she prayed, Please… please give me an answer soon, or it may be too late. I don’t want to let you down again. I’m trying so hard not to, but I don’t think I can hold it back very much longer.

Her lover continued to consider her request and at last answered, “All right, you may come, but you must do it now.”

He moved her head so that she could again take his rock-hard penis in her mouth.

Those were the words she had prayed to hear. Muffled cries of joy escaped from her mouth as it surrounded her lover’s erection, and her orgasm ripped through her. It felt marvelous to finally be allowed to come, and she sighed with relief and pleasure. To share her enjoyment she began sucking and licking her lover’s hard cock even harder than before. She wanted him to come too. It was a vain attempt to make her lover come in her mouth; his control was greater than hers.

All three of them continued until her lover commanded her to stop. She did as he commanded and waited to see what would happen next. Her lover asked the other man to lie down so that Carrin could sit on top of him. She moved on top of him and slid him into her still hot, tight, and very wet vagina.

Carrin’s lover moved behind them and gently pushed her down so that she was lying flat against the mystery man. Once again her thoughts strayed. Who is this man? Even this close to him I can’t tell who it might be. Would I feel more comfortable if I knew who this was? Probably not, but still I wonder who this stranger is, and whether it is someone I might meet at another time. I’m not sure I could face him if I knew who it was. But then if he knows and I don’t, will I be able to tell from his reactions?

The entrance of a well-lubricated finger into her anal canal brought her out of her reverie. She gasped as her lover slowly moved it in and out of her anus. She felt him insert another finger and then continue to work them both in and out until she was relaxed enough to let his cock enter. He held his penis against the puckered opening and, as it relaxed, pushed in gently. After he had reached the full length of his erection, he drew it out and then began to thrust in and out several times very quickly. She panted at the suddenness of her lover’s deep thrusts into her.

Carrin marveled at how incredibly erotic it was to be sandwiched between the two of them, filled to the brim by them both. Her thoughts centered on how it made her feel so totally aroused… so full… so excited. It’s better than the toy we usually use, she said to herself.

They broke into her musings as they began to move in and out of their respective passages with distinctly differing rhythms. The effect of this varying movement brought on the most delicious feelings. The sensations rippled through her at an ever-increasing pace, bringing her to the edge of a very quick climax. She knew she must ask for permission quickly or risk being punished again.

“Master. Please, Master, I need to come now. Master, may I come now?” she begged.

“No, darling, you may not come now.”

He had denied her request. Carrin knew she was in trouble. She was too close to coming. She did not think she could stop it from happening. She could feel it tearing at her stronger now.

“Master. Please! Master, may I please come now. I need to come now,” she cried out again, her fear of displeasing her lover clear in the desperate cry.

Her lover didn’t answer her request immediately. In fact he paused several long, frightening moments before he finally answered her.

“Yes… yes, my pet, you may come now. Now! It must be right now… but we are not done!”

Obeying him was easy. Her pent-up passions exploded and she did as commanded. Her climax ripped throughout her entire being and was so strong that she thought it could not be any stronger—but she was to be proved wrong.

The two men paused their varied movements briefly in order to begin moving in the same rhythm. This new rhythm allowed her to begin to thrust down to meet each one as they moved up into her. This movement brought with it a new array of physical and emotional sensations. She stood the rising excitement for as long as she could. As she continued to move down on them faster and faster, she finally broke down and had to beg once again.

“Master, please, Master, may I come again.”

“Not yet. It is too soon. This time, my pet, your new master will tell you when the time is right.”

Much to her frustration, this was not the reply she wanted to receive. The two of them continued to thrust in and out of her as she continued to move her body down to accept each of them in their respective openings. She had never felt so stimulated. The feeling of her lover behind her, touching her back, caressing her bottom, and the mystery man under her touching, caressing, nibbling, and sucking on her breasts and nipples was so thrilling. In addition there were the thrusts of each of them driving in and out of her. It was all making her so hot and wet that she could feel her liquid dripping down her thighs and flooding over the stranger’s cock and balls.

Her need to climax had become so great that she felt near collapse. The bodies on and under her moved faster and faster, and she continued to meet each thrust with her own… finally, as she was sure that she could not wait any longer, she heard the stranger under her demand,

“Come! Now!”

Those were the words she had been waiting to hear. Her climax exploded within her, and the spend from her climax gushed from her vagina. She felt the mystery man explode inside of her, and she felt her lover’s spasms as he filled her anal canal. All three of them climaxed in one huge grinding surge.

Her climax was complete… total… every inch of her body alive and tingling. She had never felt so totally ravaged… so completely used… and she adored it. Rejoiced in it. Her lover had truly given her a memory never to be forgotten.

Spent and exhausted, they lay sandwiched together in a heap of appeased flesh. Finally they moved and all three lay side by side, at times giggling like kids from the incredible adventure they had all just experienced.

Carrin made a move to remove her blindfold, but her lover’s hand reached out and stopped her.

“I will remove the blindfold when the time comes,” he admonished.

“I want to see… to see this mystery man,” she complained.

“That is not part of tonight’s experience,” her lover cautioned. “He shall always remain a mystery to you. You will always wonder with every man you see if he was the one. That by itself will be exciting. Yes?”

She nodded her head.

“You must learn to savor the experience. Who it is should be unimportant.”

Carrin knew that she would accept that she would never know who had helped bring one of her most favorite fantasies to life. In a way she felt disappointed, but she realized that her lover was correct: by not knowing, the excitement of the evening would be carried on much longer than if she knew who it had been.

Soon afterward there was a movement from the bed, and she knew that they were alone. Her lover removed the blindfold and asked her to tell him what she thought of the experience.

“It was more intense and arousing than I ever could have imagined. To feel so completely filled, so controlled, so ravaged and so satisfied is an indescribable feeling. Every nerve ending is still alive and awash with feeling. I can still feel where I have been spanked and where I have been entered. Look—my nipples are still like little rocks.” She exclaimed, “Thank you, Master. Thank you for my fantasy brought to life.”

She leaned over and kissed him passionately.

“How was it for you? Did you enjoy yourself as well?”

“Oh yes,” his entire face showing his satisfaction. “I too found it immensely entertaining and erotic, my pet.”

His words were uttered with a self-satisfied smile. Carrin glanced down between his legs and saw that he had become firm with the memories of their past lovemaking session. She knew that he was ready.

She moved to sit astride him and took his solid penis in her hand. She positioned it at her opening, now covered with the cum of the stranger and herself. Carrin was so slippery, and ready, that she could quickly impale herself on him. As she drove down over his cock, a moan exploded from his mouth and sounded throughout the room. She pushed her pussy down as far onto him as she could. Feeling his cock deep inside of her, she realized that even though her fantasy had been fulfilled, this was still the best feeling of all. She could feel her lover deep inside… her Master… and what they had shared together made him belong to her as much as she belonged to him. That was what she enjoyed the most. Her body now wanted to give to him the pleasure—the exquisite torture—that he had given to her.

She pulled up to the tip of his penis and impaled herself on him once more. Again his cries of passion filled the room. She mused to herself, He may be my Master, but I can still control him when I want!

Her breasts swayed with her lovemaking and her lovely body moved quickly on his… drawing her pussy to the tip of his cock and then driving it down again, hard and fast. She knew just when it would be time to pull away… in time for him to beg for relief this time around. And as her body thrust down to meet him, she continued to watch his eyes for that moment… that exact moment……

The antique Rolls-Royce moved silent and unhurried over dark Seattle streets, the driver heeding the owner’s word that they had no destination in mind. The darkened glass barrier between the occupants in the rear and the driver was securely closed, but Rogers knew what was, or soon would be, transpiring in the cavernous back. Rogers had been driving for Anthony Ross many years, and he knew what generally happened when Mr. Ross was with a woman as stunning as Miss Jennifer. Little did he know how wrong he was tonight.

The drive around town continued and Anthony began to move closer to the enchanting Jennifer. As he began to gently caress her, he mused to himself, She is so absolutely ravishing, why am I not more excited by her? What is wrong with me? Why don’t I feel stimulated by this seduction?

The car continued as did his thoughts. Have I become… jaded? So jaded that beauty alone no longer inspires me? His passionless thoughts made him lose track of what he was doing, his hand now lying quietly on her leg. Loveliness has never failed to excite me before… and my God she is gorgeous… so why not now… what is wrong? I wonder? His carefully planned seduction ground to a halt before it had really gotten started.

Jennifer had noticed when Tony had started to caress her and she was pleased that he found her desirable. Then, for some unknown reason, he had halted in mid-stroke. She could see that his thoughts had strayed and now his hand lay quietly on her leg. She wondered if this was one of those times when she might need to take over. Would this be a night when she should take charge and be the aggressor? It was not the first time she had been in charge, but usually it was something requested, rather than something she initiated on her own. The thoughts of being in charge of this night’s events began to arouse her and she could feel the moistness forming between her thighs. She thought to herself, Oh yes… you may not know it yet dear Tony, but you are in for a surprise tonight. Perhaps the surprise of your life! She smiled wickedly to herself.

She leaned against his shoulder. “Are you all right? I mean you feel okay don’t you?” she inquired.

“What…? Oh, yes, sorry. I’m fine… I feel fine,” Tony replied sheepishly, knowing that he had been caught in his reverie.

“Well, I’m relieved to hear that.” Jennifer chuckled with a sexy mischievous sound. “May I offer a suggestion?” When he made a small nod, she continued. “Are you game for something…” she paused and her lovely lips curled into a smile, “something a little different than you had in mind?”

He paused. “Sure, why not.” His answer sounding more positive than he actually felt. “I always like new adventures.” Tony wondered what he was in for tonight.

“Wonderful!” Her sweet smile made him feel more comfortable. “I noticed that your attention seemed to wander. Don’t you find me attractive?”

His lips formed the word but there was no sound. “Yes.”

“Then I must assume that you are having trouble keeping your mind on what you are doing.” His downcast glance was all the answer she needed. A quick thrill ran through her. She would show him that she would not tolerate his wandering attention.

“Now Tony, I want you to do everything I tell you to do. Everything!” She paused for his nod of agreement. “And I want it done quickly! Without questions!” Again a pause for his understanding and approval. “I promise that nothing will happen that will harm you in any way, but I think that you will find that this evening may prove to be an enlightening experience for you.” She paused for a long time to allow his tension to grow. Finally she continued with a come-hither look. “Do you promise to do as I say?” Her look sent a thrill all the way down to his toes.

The feelings her looks and words had generated were such a surprise that he found himself agreeing with an unaccustomed eagerness. Why not, I haven’t felt this way in a long time, his thoughts raced, and he answered aloud, “Yes, I will do as you ask… but just for this evening only.” After all, he felt that he had to maintain some control of the situation, but deep inside he knew he had given up control and that somehow excited him.

“I want you to remove your shoes, socks, and trousers. Finally your underwear!”

He sat staring at her in disbelief.

“Do it quickly!” she demanded in a domineering tone. “Now!”

He was shocked and excited by her tone. However, he was a bit hesitant to comply. Since he’d already promised, he finally divested himself of the clothing she demanded. The cool touch of the white leather was a bit of a shock as he settled his naked bottom back on the seat. He waited tensely to see what would happen next. For what seemed an eternity she just stared down at his half-naked body. Not only was he tense but he was growing decidedly uncomfortable and uneasy with the idea of sitting half naked in the back of his own car. Usually it was the other way around! It was the women he was with that ended up half naked. His reactions were moving toward feeling silly sitting in front of her when she was completely dressed. Finally he began to fidget in his seat.

“Don’t move! I’m enjoying looking at you,” she instructed him. “Now uncross your legs and sit quietly.”

Difficult as it was, Tony did as he was asked. Her silent staring continued for what to him seemed forever, but actually was only about five minutes longer. Finally she reached out and touched him. With a firm stroke she slid her warm hand down his cock. Her touch made him take a quick breath. His erection was immediate. She continued to stroke, squeeze and playfully snap on the end of his now hard cock. The combination of stroking and the sporadic snaps were driving him crazy. Finally when he thought he could no longer stand her continued touch, he spoke.

“Please, I need very much to be inside of you. Let me inside of you. Now?” his voice pleaded.

“Oh no, it’s much too soon for that. And besides… I didn’t give you permission to speak did I? For that you will be punished. Quickly now, turn and kneel on the seat facing away from me. Brace yourself with your hands on the seat.” When he did not move, she spoke more firmly. “Do it now, or the punishment for not obeying me will be even more harsh.” Her tone brooked no defiance.

As quickly as he could, he turned and knelt down on the deep white leather seat exactly as she had requested. What punishment could she possibly mean? he wondered, not daring to ask for fear of further censure.

He was not left to wonder long as she removed the braided leather belt she wore. The belt made a whirring sound as it moved through the air and the end snapped at his bare ass. The sting of a belt was something he hadn’t felt since he was a small child, but he clearly remembered the feeling of it as soon as it hit his naked cheeks. He started to sit up.

“Don’t move!” Her firm command made him stop.

Jennifer spanked him again. He felt her hand move across his cheeks, caressing him with soft, gentle strokes and then the belt would strike him again. She continued to slap him until his ass radiated heat, pain and tingling. Between slaps she would fondle his cheeks and the intensity of the blows increased as each one landed on his now bright red bottom. He writhed trying to escape the tip of the belt.

Finally the disciplining stopped. “Now you know one of the punishments for disobedience. Turn around and sit back down on the seat again, remember to sit with your legs uncrossed.”

He turned, sat and thought how good the cool leather felt on his burning cheeks. Jennifer again reached out to stroke and tease his still swollen cock.

She issued additional instructions. “You may not come until I give you permission. If you come before I give permission, your punishment will be severe. Do you understand?”

He nodded quickly.

“I want you to keep your cock hard for me but you are not allowed to come until I say you can,” her tone imperious.

Tony nodded again silently. He wondered how on earth he would be able to maintain the control she required. Especially when she kept stroking and touching him that way. As if she had heard his silent thoughts, she reached into her evening bag and brought out a small hair ribbon and tied it around his cock and balls. It felt very firm and made his cock feel even harder.

“This ribbon will act like a cock ring and should help you maintain your control. I want you to stay hard and ready for me at all times this evening.”

With that, Jennifer leaned back in her seat and eased her skirt up over her beautifully curved hips, letting it rest just below her slim waist. She turned towards him and spread her legs to reveal that she had worn no panties and to allow him to clearly see her clitoris and moist opening. The sight of her dark pink clit and moist vulva was incredible. It shot a burst of lust through him and he felt his cock bob several times in response. The feelings were so intense that he reached down to soothe his twitching cock.

As his fingers grasped his rock-hard prick her voice lashed out at him. “Stop!! Remove your hand this instant!”

His hand jumped away from his erection, remembering the feelings of his still warm bottom.

“I can see your lack of self control will have to be addressed. I can’t have any more transgressions of this kind.” She removed the silk scarf that hung loosely about her neck and swiftly bound Tony’s hands together behind his back.

Tony thought miserably, Now I’m really in a mess. How did I ever let myself get into this situation. I can’t stand this torture. I don’t think that I’ve ever been this hard before, how will I ever survive this?

Jennifer gave Tony that devastating smile and he remembered exactly how it had all happened. She settled back in her seat and once more her deliciously pink clit and moist vulva were clearly visible. Tony was unable to look away from the compelling sight. As his agitation and desire grew, his breathing increased rapidly. Tony was sure that he was going to lose control and come, much to his disgrace.

Then Jennifer began to move her hand in small gentle circles over the end of her clit. She would occasionally slide her fingers up and down her labia, and then into the moist opening, her hips moved in time to her hands as her pleasure increased. He was totally frustrated! Here he was, unable to do anything and she was exhibiting all the signs of a woman about to climax. He was so caught up in the sight, and his forced non-participation, that he moaned and writhed in his seat and almost came himself as he watched her surrender to her orgasm.

“Did you enjoy that?” Jennifer asked. “I liked it so much, perhaps I’ll do that again. What do you think?” Her deep sexy chuckle showed him the pleasure she was having at his expense. She paused and after a moment continued, “Then again, I have an even better idea.”

Leisurely she reached over and caressed his cock, knelt on the seat and bent over to take him in her mouth. The feel of her warm wet tongue stroking and caressing his burning prick and the sight of the twin moons of her naked bottom, slightly elevated behind her, increased his lust… his need… his desire. He felt that he wanted her tenfold more than compared to his earlier passion. Disregarding the possibility of further punishment, Tony begged her.

“Please! I don’t know if I can control myself very much longer…. I want to make love to you. Now!! Please.”

Putting her finger on his lips to silence him, she told him, “I ought to punish you for speaking without permission, but you beg so nicely, and that pleases me. I will forgive you this time. But remember, do that too often and it will result in disciplinary action.” She paused to consider his request. “No… you may not make love to me. It is much too soon for that.”

He could smell her, a pleasant musk smell, from her fingers that were still on his lips. His look was one of despair.

“No, no! Don’t look at me that way. I know that you want to please me. We’ll do something else, but you won’t lose control because you know that would make me very unhappy. Very unhappy!” She shook the belt. “Now tell me that you won’t lose control.”

“I won’t lose control,” he whispered.

“Again, louder!”

“I won’t lose control!” he said with more volume than conviction.

“That’s a good boy. Now I want you to come over here and kneel in front of me. I want to reward you. You may lick my pussy. For a while, until I tell you to stop.” She explained as she lay back against the cool white leather seat, and proceeded to raise her knees and spread her legs.

Quickly Tony scrambled over and knelt on the floor in front of her. He looked at her moist inviting pussy and then dove between her open thighs. The smell of her was wonderfully exciting. He kissed her thighs, moving slowly towards her open, waiting womanhood. He slowly circled her clitoral hood and then moved towards her vaginal lips. The slightly salty taste of her was exquisite. He worked furiously on her clit, sucking, nibbling, circling, stroking it with his tongue. He wondered, Can I make her want me as much as I need her? He continued to work on her clit, now and then sliding his tongue deep into her warm, wet passage.

Jennifer’s hips began to move and she moaned with her mounting pleasure. Tony decided to stop before she would reach her crisis even though he’d had specific instructions not to stop until he was told he could. He thought foolishly, If I could stop now, she might relent and let me make love to her to relieve her unfinished climax. But his ass still stung from the first lashing with that belt, so out of fear of reprisal, he continued. Just when he had perhaps gathered the courage to stop without permission, she arched her back, let out a small yelp and settled back into the seat.

“You may stop now,” she whispered. Later as her breath slowed she congratulated him. “You did that very well and I am pleased.”

Tony thought miserably, I missed my chance. Now I’ll have to continue to endure this game for a while longer.

“Sit back in your seat,” she commanded and he quickly resumed his seat. She touched the end of his cock and found it damp but still hard. “I’m glad to see that you haven’t lost control,” she commented as she petted his hard, aching member. “Soon you will be rewarded for your good behavior and patience.”

His hopes soared and he thought, Is relief imminent? However, in the next moment they were shattered.

Once again she leaned back in her seat. This time she undid several buttons on the cream-colored silk blouse she wore. Lifting out one lightly tanned breast from its lacy bra nest she began to caress the coral-colored nipple until it rose to a hardened peak pointing directly at him. She removed her other breast and did the same. Her hand slid down to her pussy and she once again began to pleasure herself.

The sight of her touching herself again, plunging her fingers into her open pussy and starting to bring herself once again to climax was unbearable for Tony. He wanted nothing more than to stop this game she was playing with him and take her until she screamed out her pleasure! He was playing that scene in his head as he watched her climax once more without him. She noticed that he appeared distracted and brought him back to the present with a new command.

“I’m going to untie your hands and I want you to bring me to climax using only your hands. Do you understand?”

He nodded.

She moved to sit closer to him and he began to knead her breasts and roll the hardened nipples between his fingers. He ran the backs of his fingers over her nipples gently pulling at them as they caught between the knuckles. She sighed softly and murmured with pleasure. He removed her blouse and lacy bra and ran his hands over her soft skin. He cupped a breast in each hand and kneaded them until he felt them grow taut with desire.

He then reached down between her thighs and ever so lightly touched the area surrounding her very wet opening and her little button of pleasure. The touch was so soft and intimate that she gasped at the feel of his finger on her most secret place. He continued this soft caressing for several minutes until she began to writhe in her seat. Tony knew now that she would soon be his. He was elated. His touch became more demanding and inquisitive as he thrust several fingers into her warm wet passage. He crooked his fingers and pressed against the front wall causing her to jump with a jolt of pleasure. Tony withdrew his marauding fingers just before she reached her peak, exacting a bit of revenge for all that he had endured during the evening. He moved to the area just above her curly bush and pressed in gently and let his fingers move down into her flesh just behind the pubic bone. For his efforts he was rewarded with the sharp intake of breath. He continued to press in and massage gently as she squirmed with mounting passion.

Once again just as she was about to reach a peak he stopped and returned to the maddening light caresses. He was enjoying his revenge. When she seemed close to losing control, he quickly pushed several fingers in and out of her dripping passage until her hips arched up to meet his hand. She grasped his arms and gave a small cry signifying her completed passion.

As she regained composure she commented, “You do that very well. Even better than with your tongue and mouth. I think that I have tested your control long enough. It’s time for me to allow you to have what you’ve been asking for since we started this adventure. I will let you make love to me, now, if you wish,” she said with a twinkle in her eye as she removed the ribbon cock ring. She realized that even had she wished to continue with the game, she had reached the point where she wanted to feel Tony enter her and bring her to a more satisfying climax.

This was what he wanted to hear. She would soon be his. Without further comment, Tony gently pushed her back on the seat and began his long-awaited invasion of her. Never had he desired to be inside of any woman the way he wanted to fill Jennifer. His passion was consuming and he drove into her as hard as he dared. The feeling of her wet and narrow passage was perfect! Exactly as he knew it would be. The feel of her vagina tightly surrounding his super-hard cock was incredible. He moaned loudly. He worked his cock in and out for several minutes. He made sure to build her passion as well as his own with caresses and intimate kisses. She moaned and held on to him as if she feared falling from a high cliff. Unable to contain himself any longer, he burst forth with his pent-up passion as a huge shudder rippled through his body. Jennifer felt him release and her climax overtook her as well.

They lay exhausted.

“That was the most sensational experience I have ever had,” he exclaimed. “Thank you so much.” He kissed her lips. “I hope you enjoyed it as well?”

“I’m glad you found the experience exciting and pleasurable. And yes, I also enjoyed myself.” Her eyes sparkled as she continued. “If you ever wish to try this again, or something like it, I think I would like to participate too,” she acknowledged gracefully. “You learned very quickly and were very good.” Her hand moved down to hold his spent manhood and she held it softly. “Yes, very good.”

He said with a wicked grin, “Yes, we must try this, or something similar again soon. Very soon!”

The house is dark and silent now, except for the occasional creaks and moans that every place seems to have. The electric purr of the fridge in the kitchen breaks the silence as it cycles on, runs for a while, and then clicks off. Again the silence. Somewhere a clock marks the passage of time, clicking off the seconds as they rise through the quiet. I lie on my side, my bottom too sore for me to lie on my back yet. I fight off the rising tide of sleep. I still want to relish the memories of the evening. My body is drained and exhausted after the night’s erotic escapades, but my mind wanders… finally wanders back to the beginning. Back to when I first walked into the house.

I entered through the garage and then into the downstairs hall, flicked on the light switch, and got no light. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath. The bulb was out. As I dropped my coat on the floor in the hallway, I thought, I’ll deal with it later. I’m too tired, dirty, and hungry right now. With that problem postponed, I headed up the stairs.

As I turned at the first landing to continue up the second flight, I looked up and was startled to find my lover standing at the top. Even though she wore a feathered mask, I knew it was her. I recognized the familiar voluptuous shape. Candles sat on both sides of the walls at the top of the railings, and their soft glow bathed her in flickering light. My eyes feasted on her, and I was stunned by what I saw.

I forced my gaze to move slowly from her black high heels, over shapely black-nylon-covered legs, over her tight black-leather-covered sex mound, up past her exposed breasts, held high by the push-up of her black leather corset, arriving finally at her mask. The outfit was one I had never seen before. Wow… I would have remembered it if I had. She really has my attention in that getup. Quite arousing. Finally I noticed the long black gloves that reached over her elbows, and in her right hand a flogger made of numerous long leather strips.

I wisecracked, “Who do you think you are… an extra in a B-grade movie? Did you know the light is out down here?” I wanted to stay flip. I did not want to let her know how arousing I found the outfit.

Both of her hands rested on her hips as she glared down at me from the top of the stairs. Ignoring what I considered my clever remarks, she retorted, “Yes, I know. I did it. And why are you late?”

I was in no mood to be hassled and snapped back, “I am not late. This is the time I always get home.” It hadn’t been a particularly good day.

She ignored the comment. “I have been waiting for you for over twenty minutes. You should have known. You are late,” she reiterated sternly.

Silently I stared up at her and wondered, What is going on here? Where is all of this going? We have played around with a few bondage scenes in the past, but I was usually the aggressor… her lord… the master. I was the one who tied her up and pleasured her until she begged me to untie her and satisfy her. A few times we played scenes involving spanking, but I never considered that we were part of some BDSM lifestyle. At least not like her outfit seemed to be indicating. I am always the Dominant, and nothing had ever been said, or even intimated, about switching roles.

In a way I was becoming turned on by her look, but I was also a bit peeved with her attitude because I was tired and dirty from a long, hard, fairly crummy day. I really didn’t think this was the time to start whatever she had in mind. As I started to come up the stairs, she snapped at me, “Where do you think you are going?”

“I’m coming upstairs. Where do you think I’m going? I’m tired, dirty, and hungry. When you told me this morning that you had a surprise for me, I rather thought it was something new for dinner.”

“Tonight you will do as you are told. You will obey me.”

I turned to go back downstairs, hoping to avoid a fruitless confrontation, but her voice stopped me. “Stop. I see now that you can dish it out, but you sure can’t take it, can you? Are you afraid you can’t handle this?”

I stopped, turned, and looked up at her standing there in the twinkling light. I had to admit she looked very, very sexy in that form-fitting outfit. As I stood there looking at her, I was getting turned on by all of this.

“I really do feel dirty. Can I at least clean up before we continue? Let me take a quick shower,” I requested, trying to make it appear that I had given in gracefully.

“I have seen to that need. Take off all of your clothes now.”

I sat on the stairs and removed my shoes, then my socks. I stood and pulled down my pants and stepped out of them. Since I hate underwear I was left with just a shirt as I started up the stairs. Her voice stopped me again. “I said all of your clothes. I believe that a shirt is considered an article of clothing.”

As I removed my shirt I wondered, Where is all this coming from? She always told me she was a submissive. She sure seems to be getting into her new part. After I had shed the shirt, I started up the stairs, and as I passed her I felt some of the leather strands of her flogger brush lightly across my bottom. I turned and looked at her, then down at the whip in her hand.

“Just what… what do you have in mind?” I inquired, wondering if I should be concerned.

“I did not give you permission to speak, did I?” I smiled at her and she continued, “Smile now. I’ll remove that from your lips later. Now go and get in the bath I have drawn for you.”

I opened the door to the bathroom and found more lighted candles scattered around the room. I put one foot into the tub and then the other. It was a bit cool, and as I sat down I reached forward to turn on the hot water. She lightly rapped my knuckles with her flogger handle and informed me, “If you had gotten home when I expected you, the tub would have been hotter.”

I tried to reason with her. “Look, I was home when I always get here. You never mentioned this morning that I had to be home by a certain time.”

“Silence. Now. You will not talk unless I give you permission. Now sit and I will give you just a little more hot water.” The hot water quickly warmed the tub and I was a lot more comfortable.

I leaned back and allowed myself to soak. I was also able to look up and stare at how sexy my lover looked. Once again I took careful notice of her outfit. I liked the way it was cut high off her hips, laced up the front, and bulged over and around her love mound. I thought I could see the beginning of a slit in the crotch between her legs. However, I decided that right now was probably not a good time to ask if I could see it. Her breasts were pushed up high and firm and her nipples stood out. I could tell from the size of her nipples and surrounding areolas that she was also very aroused by all of this.

As I washed my hair and face, she watched every move. I started to rise from the tub and she commanded me to sit back down. Sliding back into the now tepid water I waited to see what would happen next.

“Take your hand and wash your bottom. Wash it well.” Her words caused my penis to begin to harden again. I did as she asked and looked up at her as if to see if she was pleased with my performance.

“You may stand.” She handed me a towel and then pushed the lever down to drain the tub. After I was dry, I stepped from the tub. “Drop the towel and go into the hall.”

I did as my lover had commanded. I considered for a moment going ahead into the bedroom. Then I remembered she had that flogger, and I really didn’t want to provide her with a reason to use it.

She came from the bathroom, stepped behind me, and put a blindfold over my eyes. It felt like a satin mask with an elastic band. I was sure it was the one I had used on her so many times before. I felt her pass me and then lead me on down the hall. I expected her to take me into our room, but we turned right instead and went into the spare room.

She led me to the bed. “Lie down, quickly now.” I did. “Move to the center of the bed.” Again I complied. I felt her take one leg and move it toward the edge of the bed. I felt a cuff being wrapped around my ankle and then I heard the buckle’s metallic sound. As the cuff grew tighter and the strap attached to it pulled my leg toward the corner of the bed she inquired, “Is that too tight?” I shook my head no. “Good.” She took my other leg and did the same. They were now securely fastened to the lower corners of the bed.

I felt the strands of leather from her whip move slowly up my leg and then a few times across my balls and my exposed dick. Each pass caused my cock to jump a little… both from the feeling and a little from the fear of what she might do. As my dick started to rise I heard a giggle from one corner of the room.

Immediately my hands went to cover my exposed genitals. A sharp crack filled the room and I felt the sting of the leather strips across the tops of my thighs.

“I did not tell you to cover yourself. Take your hand away now!”

I was startled, and the tops of my legs stung. My first response was to quit this now, but instead I asked, “We are not alone, are we?”

Smack. Another strike across my thighs. “Be still. What does it matter if we are not alone?”

I thought this over for a few moments. It did matter in a way. I had not anticipated this turn of events… or had I? I had seen the whip from the beginning. I was not sure if I liked this. And now, who was in the room? I didn’t know who this person was. Was it someone I knew? I hoped not, but it would almost have to be someone we knew. I’d hate to have someone I know see me like this. Finally I decided that if my lover was satisfied to have someone with us, and that seemed to be part of her game, then I would trust her and go along with her.

Slowly I moved my hands away and she took one arm and placed it above my head, into a cuffed restraint. I could hear her move to the other side of the bed and then she took my other arm and imprisoned it as well.

I tried to feel as comfortable as I could. I wish I knew who was in the room. I know that my lover wouldn’t harm me, just as I would never harm her, but what about this other person? I thought for a second about asking, then knew better. I rested quietly on the bed, wanting to talk so badly but knowing that to do so would result in more punishment.

Finally I was becoming resolved to the idea that there were three of us in the room. I felt someone blowing on my leg. The soft breeze moved up my thigh. As the blowing moved closer to my balls I mustered all the resolve I could and did not move. The blowing moved up… so slowly up over my balls and then around my stiffening cock. I felt another breath blowing from the other side of my body. By now my erection was complete and full.

I felt a tongue run down the side of my erection and I jumped as much as the restraints allowed.

“Be still!” was her command.

Soon I felt two tongues on my rock-hard cock. I was sure that at any moment I would explode into the air. I was quite positive that this would result in a punishment of the sort I didn’t even want to contemplate.

Just when I was certain I was about to climax, I felt a warm mouth move down over my dick. It was my lover. I had demanded this very act so many times that I was totally familiar with her style. I felt her lightly drag her teeth up the length of my hard-on and then she plunged her mouth back down over me again. It felt wonderful and a groan escaped from my lips. I felt the strands from her whip across my legs again.

“That is not allowed. When you do this to me, I have to tell you what I am feeling. I am not allowed to just groan or moan or sigh. You must share your feelings with me, the same as I am required to do with you.”

I felt a new, strange mouth nibbling and then enclosing my cock. I now understood what she had been telling me about how difficult it was to speak in some coherent manner when so many sensations were going on. I tried to speak just as a mouth began sucking firmly on me and nothing came out. I swallowed quickly and tried again.

“It feels so intense. When you do that, I feel it all the way to my toes… in my tummy… my mind seems to see… well, like stars or something. I tend to lose the ability to form words.”

I heard my lover chuckle. “Now you know just how it feels.” I knew it was her that plunged me into her mouth and drove her lips down to meet my pubic hair. My hips thrust up and a moan exploded from my lips.

“You haven’t learned,” she commented with suppressed glee.

“No, please. I have… it is… it is just so hard to speak. You know how it is,” I pleaded.

She whispered in my ear, “Yes darling, I know exactly how it is and I know just what you make me do if I only moan or groan. You make me talk, right? Not only that, but you prolong my agony when I make incoherent sounds.” Her words were accented with another swipe across my thighs.

I felt her remove my arm restraints and then my feet were also free. Shocked, I couldn’t believe that I was being let off so easily, especially after all the times I had tormented her the very same way. I reached up to remove the blindfold. I wanted to see who was with us. She slapped my hands away.

“Lie down on your stomach and spread your arms and legs out toward the corners of the bed. You didn’t really think I was going to let you off that easily, did you?”

After I was spread out, she pushed a pillow under my hips and refastened the restraints to both my feet and hands. My bottom was pushed up in the air and I was at her mercy.

“May I speak, Mistress?”

“No!” was the reply, and to help me understand I felt the flogger come down on my raised bottom. I bit my lip in an effort not to cry out. I felt her take the ribbons of leather and drag them over my exposed balls.

New thoughts went flitting through my mind. I hope she knows what she’s doing. I can’t believe that I’ve allowed this to happen. I mean, I’m the Dominant one in this relationship. How did this happen?

Slowly she drew the strands through my crack. There was a pause and once again I felt her bring down the strips of leather across my bottom. The pain was intense but the warmth and tingling were strangely erotic. Again the pain, but also the intense excitement. A small revelation burst into my head. I’m beginning to understand a little bit, I think, why she gets so excited when she is on the receiving end of this. It hurt, but it’s really the sensation of feeling that pushes you beyond the pain. The need to intensely feel the excitement… the arousal… the headiness of the experience.

I felt a hand moving between my crack and then my cheeks were being spread. I always enjoyed it when my lover played with my anus and this was no different. By now I didn’t care who was in the room. I pushed my bottom further into the air to allow her easier access. Once again I felt the strips of leather connect with my bottom and her command:

“You are much too eager, my pet. Lie still. I will be the one to enter you when I am ready.” She paused for effect and then continued, “Yes, when I’m ready… on my time, not yours.”

Again I felt hands moving across my bottom, then between my cheeks. It was all I could do not to push my bottom up into the air again. I felt two hands pull apart my cheeks and I knew that whoever was with us was helping my lover now. With my cheeks held apart, I felt a well-lubricated finger push on my puckered opening. A little firmer push and the finger slid into me.

“Oh God that feels wonderful,” came out of my mouth as a half moan, half cry.

The finger withdrew to the tip and then again it was thrust deeply into me. I just let it happen. The feelings washed over me and I reveled in the sensations running wild inside me. I felt something firm and round being pushed into me. A finger followed it in and whatever was there was firmly implanted.

As always, having my anus played with caused my penis to become rock hard. I desperately wanted… needed… had to have some relief. I moved my hips a few times so that my penis would rub on the pillow. After just a couple of strokes I felt the ribbons of the flogger again across my bottom and at the same time the ball inside of me exploded into vibrations. I yelped and my hips jumped into the air. Again the flogger.

“That was a naughty trick, and don’t think I don’t know about that one. I’ve used it myself for relief. But I will not have it. Lie still or it will be worse for you.”

“I can’t,” I moaned and begged. “It’s too intense. Please, I need… I want some relief, please.”

“How have you been trained to speak?” my lover questioned me.

“Mistress, my God, Mistress, have pity. I feel like I am going to explode.”

Her hand caressed my exposed balls and she spoke fiercely into my ear, “That is exactly how you make me feel time after time. You must learn patience. Patience and endurance, remember.”

“Darling, I am sorry for every little thing that I ever did. From now on I will let you off the hook anytime you want. Just please… please help me out. I need to climax.”

I heard her ask our companion if they should allow me to climax. The other person did not speak, but my lover relayed, “I’m sorry, but the answer is no.”

Unable to believe what I was hearing, I raged, “I have to have relief… I must have relief,” and started to pump my hips against the pillow. First one blow of the flogger connected with my bottom and then two more times I felt the strips of leather bite into me. They had hit much harder than her previous ones and the pain was intense.

“Lie still!” was her barked command. Out of fear of more heavy blows I willed myself to lie still. Once again I felt the bonds removed from my legs and arms and she told me to turn over. I quickly complied and the restraints were reapplied. My cock was so hard that it ached and my need to find relief was pushed to what I was sure was my limit.

I felt a warm soft hand grasp my erection and then start to slide up and down its hardened length. Slowly at first and then faster and faster. It felt wonderful. Oh, thank God, finally some relief, was all I could think. Suddenly the hand was gone and I thrust my hips into the air.

“No! Please, nooo,” I cried.

I felt a new smaller hand grasp my erection. I could tell that it was not my lover. The touch was more tentative. The movement was slow at first and then a little faster. One hand wrapped around the base and the other hand moved quickly now. I could not help it and my hips rose off the bed. I remembered all the times my lover had begged for release and I hoped that she would take pity on me and not do to me as I had done to her.

“Mistress, please can I cum? I am so close… please let me cum.”

The vibrator inside of me exploded and her voice dimly broke through my excitement. “I will take pity on you. You may cum, but it has to be now!”

I surrendered to the moment. As soon as the ropy climax burst from my penis, the hand tightened and slowed, milking each spasm. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life.

Finally the buzzing in my anus stopped and the hands left my cock and balls. I felt a warm mouth again close over my still-hard dick and a tongue moved over and around the head to clean me up. It felt like my lover, but she had always been reluctant to let me climax in her mouth. The idea that she would clean me with her mouth was intensely arousing.

I felt the bed shift and my lover’s leather-clad body settled down on my chest as she pushed the opening in her leather outfit against my lips. I could smell her excitement mixed with the leather of her costume. My tongue flicked out and I felt the softness of her pussy. She pushed her opening toward me and I had full access to her. I licked and sucked at her like a man possessed, round and round her sensitive little button, plunging my tongue into her warm wet passage, and out again to gently tongue her labia. I have never sucked or licked her like I did then. Suddenly I heard her sharp cry and I knew that I had succeeded in making her climax.

She moved from my chest and now a lighter body settled on my chest and a new flower was presented to my lips. I needed no encouragement to start licking and sucking this new pussy. I wanted to have my arms free so that I could hold this mystery woman’s hips and drive my tongue deeply into her. She seemed to sense my need and held herself tightly against my lips and mouth. From time to time she would take my erection into her mouth and suck on me a little. This only encouraged me to work harder to satisfy my new lover. Her movements hastened and I knew that she was getting close to her release. I took her clitoris between my teeth and started flicking my tongue quickly across the end of it. Almost instantly my face was bathed in her warm sticky spend as her climax tore through her body.

My cock was rock hard and I moved my hips up in an effort to try and get my new partner to suck on me and release some of the tension I felt. My lover reprimanded, “Lie still. You are much too eager to be let off the hook… patience and endurance.”

Then she settled herself over my erection. Her pussy was wet and she slid quickly and easily down over my hard-on, pushing her leather-covered mound down onto my pubic hair. The new person had not moved from her position and now pushed her pussy back onto my mouth.

I was in heaven. My lover pulled her pussy to the top of my penis and then drove herself down onto me. Whoever was on my face continued to rub herself over my lips and I continued to lick and suck on her. I knew that I was going to cum soon and my hips were pushing up into my lover faster and faster. Suddenly I felt her pull off of my erection.

“No!… Please come back!” I cried desperately.

“I am going to untie you again, but you will do as you are told!”

I quickly agreed. I was told to lie on my tummy and insert myself into our new love partner. As soon as I was in her, she wrapped her legs around me and started to rock slowly under me. I felt my lover retie my legs again, then my arms. I could move my hips just a little so that my cock would move in and out of our new lover, but I could not touch her. I started to push into her as much as I could in this new position. Suddenly the vibrator exploded in my anus again and I felt the sting of the flogger.

“Faster!” was my lover’s command.

Moving as quickly as I could, I felt the vibrator in my rectum turn off and on. This was punctuated by the strips of leather landing on my exposed bottom. My mystery lover kept her legs wrapped around mine and continued to push up against me, meeting each of my thrusts. I heard her cry out from under me and then I felt our mystery lover’s spend over my cock and balls, signaling me that she had once again reached her climax. The flogger came down on me and a command was issued.

“Stop…. stop now. Lie still.”

I tried to continue to push myself on, hoping to gain release myself. The lashes hit harder across my bottom and finally I stopped. I was short of my own release and feeling very frustrated. The ropes were removed from my arms and legs. The mystery woman slipped from under me and was gone. My lover slid onto the bed next to me and pulled me over her. She helped insert me into her and I heard her whisper into my ear, “Now darling…… do it now….. I want to cum with you.”

Faster and faster I drove into her. She pushed up the mask and I found that she had removed all her clothing except the gloves. I told her that I was going to climax and one more time my rectum exploded just as my climax did. I had never had such a strong, totally satisfying experience in my life. I felt spasm after spasm tear out of my penis. Dimly, I was aware of both of our cries of passion filling the room. Finally I slowed down… and then stopped. I was exhausted.

I turned my head a little to try and look over my shoulder, but the room was empty except for the two of us. I turned my head back and found that I could only lie there in her arms. My eyes filled with tears and I began telling her how much I loved her, and how wonderful the experience had been. She gently kissed me a few times and then moved carefully out from underneath me. I felt her carefully remove the vibrator and then she gently patted my tender bottom. I was too exhausted to even move. She pulled the sheet over me and then left the room.

I find now that having relived the scene in my mind has excited me. I am surprised at the power of my passion… my desire for my lover after having just completed such an exciting event. All I know is that I am ready. I want my love to return.

At the other end of the house I hear the shower shut off and then the slap of her bare feet coming through the rooms. When she crawls into bed she finds me erect, ready… wanting her in new ways I have never felt before. She is surprised, yet pleased to find me ready again. As I lie between her thighs and feel my penis drop into her waiting and ready vagina, and then pull out again, I think how lucky I am to have such a wondrous lover. Her hips signal me to pick up the speed. She is ready very quickly and I drive on… and on… moving us towards a new bliss.

Crack!  Pause!   A whistling sound…Crack!  Pause…whistling sound again, Crack! … the whistling sounds of the black leather flogger filled the air as it came in contact with Mindi’s backside from shoulders to knees.  Her breath was ragged and shallow as she did her best to withstand her growing arousal and the continuous strikes of the flogger in Master William’s hand.  She wondered desperately, “How much longer can he keep this up?  He’s been at it for so long….isn’t his arm getting tired?”  Mindi turned her head slightly and glanced at William’s face.

She could tell by the slight curl of a smile on his lips, and the glint in his eyes that he was in his space…that he was feeling the rush of power and excitement that flogging her provided to him.  She knew then that it would be awhile before he would want to quit, unless she let him know that she had reached her limit by giving him their prearranged sign.

William could feel the exhilaration of the moment singing in his veins.  His thoughts centered on the naked body before him as he watched the flogger land repeatedly on Mindi’s tense pink bottom over and over, “It feels like the flogger is an extension of my arm, it’s not often that I reach this plateau.  The motion is so effortless.  I must be careful not to overdo it, but the rush is so arousing…I want to go on for a long….yes a long time.”

The evening had started out quietly when Master William had requested that Mindi bring her collar to him.  She had done as he’d asked and knelt silently facing away from him, waiting for the collar to be placed around her neck.  As he’d put the collar on and fastened the buckle, his hands trailed over her back and down to her gentlely rounded bottom.  As William fastened the collar the urge to see her suspended and immobilized, withstanding a prolonged flogging became suddenly overwhelming.

“Go into our special room, get out the ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, ball gag, and remove your clothes.  Then I want you to wait for me.”  He instructed her.

She glanced at him briefly, nodded and left the room walking calmly down the hall.  Thoughts flitted through her mind as she went toward their special room to perform her tasks, “What is he up to now?  What is he planning…can I handle whatever it is?”  She went directly to the bureau and pulled out the fur lined cuffs and the ball gag, laid them on the bed.  Then she removed her clothing and sat on the edge of the bed waiting.  Her heart was hammering wildly as her thoughts continued, “I wonder what brought this on.  I’m sure that it’s nothing I’ve done….at least nothing I can think of right now.  Surely he would have told me if I’d done something to displease him.  Oh well, not that it matters…even if there is no reason, he has the right…as my Master, he may do to me what he wishes, after all, I have given him that right.  I know he won’t truly harm me but he always pushes me to my limits.  Each time he tries to see if I can go a little further…last a little longer…move my old limits out even further.  How far will I be able to go tonight?”

Master William strode into the room, stopped in front of Mindi and picked up the wrist cuffs.  “Hold out your arms in front of you.”  She did and he quickly buckled them in place and hooked them together.  He knelt and placed an ankle cuff on each ankle and enjoined her to move to the wall where a snap ring dangled from the rope and pulley system in the ceiling.  She stood and with a madly beating heart moved to the directed spot and willingly raised her arms so the cuffs could be hooked into the snap ring.  William grabbed the spreader bar from the corner and extended it out to it’s maximum width and then swiftly attached it to the rings on the inside of Mindi’s ankle cuffs.  The spread of her stance was nearly three feet wide and she balanced precariously as he tightened the rope securing her arms tautly above her head.  As a final measure he placed the ball gag in her mouth and turned to contemplate the array of whips, crops and floggers hanging on the rack behind him.

He surveyed the assortment and finally chose the black flogger with the eighteen inch lashes,  “This should do quite nicely, I think.” He said aloud.  Having heard his voice, Mindi turned to see what he had chosen to use this time.

She thought with a sigh of relief, “Oh good, I like that flogger…it stings a bit but all in all, the sensations are more pleasurable than painful.  It would seem that this will be for both our pleasures.  I’m glad to know that it’s not a punishment.”  Mindi braced herself for the first contact of the flogger, trying to relax as much as possible but finding the tension of waiting for that first strike almost unbearable.

William moved over in front of her and lightly caressed her cheek with the handle of the flogger.  She glanced up at him her eyes wide with expectation and longing.  “You like this one don’t you?  I know you enjoy the feel of it as it strikes your skin.  The sting and tingle it creates excites and arouses you doesn’t it?” he crooned.  She could only mutely nod her head in agreement and give him an excited look of anticipation.

“Oh yes….you love this….you long for the feel of it against your skin….you crave the touch of it.”  He teased her with the strands of it as he let them slide over her tensed body.  The leather strips skimmed across her breasts and tummy and she felt the goose bumps rise all over her body.  She gasped as he slipped them between her legs and let them caress her moist sex.  He let the stands glide up and over her bottom and across her back to her shoulders, she was unable to stop herself from leaning into the feel of them as they slid over her.

Laughing William commented, “Such a greedily little slave you are.  Can’t wait to feel the lash can you.”  With that he raised his arm and let loose with the first stroke.

Crack!  Pause!   A whistling sound…Mindi flinch slightly as it connected with her backside, but didn’t utter a sound.  The blows came in a precise and regular rhythm.  After a dozen or so blows William began to experience the familiar feeling of euphoria creeping over him and he began to relax into it.  Soon the flogger was a natural extension of his arm and he moved with an effortless grace.  Each blow hit a single precise spot , bring the flush of her skin to a rosy hue as they landed.

Now, well into the scene, she began to moan with excitement and arousal as each blow struck her body.  She could feel and see, in the mirror in front of her, the dampness sliding down her inner thighs and her sex throbbed in time with his strokes.  “How much longer…how much longer.  I want to feel him inside of me soon.  I want to come, but I have no way to ask for it so I’ll just have to hang on and hope for the best.”

He heard her moans of excited pleasure and noticed that she appeared to be very near a climax, but he was so caught up in his own excitement that he continued to meet out the strokes with careful precision.  His own arousal was also becoming apparent and he knew that soon he would need to release her at least partially to satisfy his growing need and desires.

As a test of his own endurance he decided to continue on for awhile longer.  He carefully checked to make sure that Mindi was not in any undo distress, or being pushed too far beyond her limits and then continued with the flogging.  The blows continued to land with graceful assurance and he felt the aphrodisiac power of the moment coursing through his veins.  “My God, this is wonderful.  I don’t ever remember being so in tune with the moment as I am right now.  So this is what I’ve heard about and read about.  I can see why it’s so special…it is sensual sorcery.” William suppositioned.  “This feeling is incredible, I understand why it’s the goal everyone is striving to attain.  I wish I could stay at this level of awareness forever.”

Mindi was dealing with her excitement as well.  In order to hang on without climaxing she began to lose herself in the sensations of the moment.  She let them take over her body and she began to flow with the rhythm of the strokes.  Taking long, slow and deep breathes she did her best to immerse herself in the unfolding scene.  As each blow landed she let it carry her further and further along the path toward a totally blissful state.  She felt her mind expanding to accept the sensations that each strand of the flogger created.  Mindi let them move her to a new level of awareness and feeling.  No longer did she feel the sting of the flogger, just the heady mixture of excitement, pleasure and sensation and a warm tingle that spread as each blow landed.  She felt as if she were moving in a whole new universe of unlimited time and space.

Mindi thought in amazement, “So this is what I’ve been hearing about, reading about and wondering if it truly existed.  It’s fantastic, I feel so free.  I wish I could stay like this forever.  It really is sexual magic!”.

She was flying so high that she never felt William remove the ankle cuffs and the spreader bar.  Mindi slowly became aware that William had ceased flogging her and had lowered the rope holding arms above her head enough so that she was able to brace herself against the mirror in front of her.  She felt him guide her arms into position so that she was bent over from the waist and bracing her body weight against the mirror.  William grasped her with a hand on each side of her waist and proceeded to enter her hot dripping pussy.

Her orgasm was immediate and the shudders rippled through her body for what seemed like minutes when her legs began to buckle.  William quickly release the clip which freed her arms from the rope.  He lifted her up cradling her in his arms and moved to gently place her on the bed.  “Are you alright?” he questioned as he removed the wrist cuffs and gag.

Her speech was slow and deliberate, “Yes….yes…” Mindys’ breath was still labored and ragged, “I’m okay.”  She turned and slipped into his arms, “Oh, Master William it was wonderful….I flew…it’s just like people say.”

William smiled down at her thinking, “Well, we both had a rare and wonderful experience tonight.  I’m glad it was good for you as well.”  Since he had yet to satisfy his own needs he inquired, “Are you strong enough to continue, or do you need to stop?”

“Please, I want to continue…I don’t want it to end yet.” Was her quick response.

“Spread your legs widely, I want to enter you.” He acknowledged.

She did as he requested and he reached down and with a finger began to stroke her labia and gently rub the top of her clitoris.  The slow sensuous movement of his finger made her writhe on the bed, she could feel the tension building in her once again.  “I can’t believe that he can bring me this close to a climax with just the movement of his finger.” She thought, surprised that she could be roused again so quickly.

“You like that don’t you?” he commented.

“Yes, Master, it feels so exciting.  I adore being touched by you.”  Mindi’s voice was now a whisper.  She pleaded with William, “Please…please, I can feel the need to come again…oh my God, please may I?”

He denied her request with an evil chuckle, “No, not this time my greedy little slave.  You must wait until you feel me come inside of you, then and only then, you can come again.  After all you’ve had one very intense one already.”

She was disappointed at his response, but not surprised.  Mindi hoped that she would be able to hold on and do as he wished.  It was difficult, especially since he had not even entered her yet…all he was doing was teasing her with his fingers.

A gasp escaped from her lips as he plunged several fingers into her warm, tight passage.  He began to work them back and forth , curving them slightly as they entered each time to rub against the front wall of her vagina.  It was all she could do not to climax and she was sure that he was aware of her rising torment.  Mindi glanced at his face and saw the little smirk that told her he knew exactly the torment he was causing her and she knew also that it would go on for a while longer.

He continued to tease her with his gentle touch punctuating it with a swift plunge of his fingers into her.  The rhythm of his movements caused her to ride a constantly rising and falling tide of desire and need.  Her ability to hold back her impending climax was coming very close to being lost and once again she cried out, “Master, please I need to come…I want to come.  Please, fuck me now I must feel you inside of me.  Fuck Me!”

“Yes, my darling , I want that too.”  Master William lifted her legs to his shoulders and slowly pushed down into her hot, wet pussy.  Deeper and deeper he drove into her.  Each push driving him further into her opening.  Mindi had lost all control of her desires and her climax rushed throughout her body.  He moved into her with the full length of his cock and as he withdrew and re-entered her again, she felt wave after wave sweep over her.  Her spend gushed out over her thighs and covered his sex.  She tried to focus on each feeling, wanting to know when he exploded insider of her.  Each push into her drove both of them higher and higher and this time they were flying without the flogger.  It was splendid….something heavenly…something almost divine as they moved together into their euphoric bliss.
 

The lighting in the restaurant and bar was sparse at best, yet very romantic. What little lighting there was came mainly from small intimate candle lamps placed on each table, and some small strategically placed ceiling lights.  The massive floor to ceiling rack of liquor behind the bar was back lit, and the bottles glowed with various hues.  The total effect was very sensuous, romantic, and totally erotic owing to the multitude of dark shadows throughout out the room.  Upon later reflection, Angel wondered if it might have been the darkened atmosphere that had caused her to act so rashly.  Contrary to her name, at times she seemed to be possessed by the devil himself, and she found that often she was unable to control her own thoughts, and actions.  Or perhaps, she reflected, it might have been the new bright red dress that she had worn that evening that gave her the courage to do what she did.

Mark and Angel arrived at the restaurant slightly before their reservation and went to the bar to wait for the table to be set for them.  The bar was filled with happy noisy people and they threaded their way through the throng, looking for a place to sit.  Finally Mark spotted a small table in a dark secluded corner and motioned Angel to follow him.  They settled in and ordered their drinks from a passing waitress.  Mark had his usual scotch and water.  Angel had a glass of white wine.

The drinks arrived and they sat close together to talk while they waited for a table.  Mark felt Angel’s hand on his knee and as she talked, her hand slowly moved up his thigh.  Mark felt her hand move lightly across his crotch and then she grabbed his hardening penis through his trousers.  Her sudden movement brought his penis to full erection.  He felt a slight tug at his pants and then cool air hit his crotch as a small warm hand entered his pants and encircled him.  The impulsiveness of her actions left him momentarily stunned and speechless.

Angel continued to stroke his firm penis.  At last he found his voice, “Angel!”  He hissed, trying desperately to regain his composure,  “Stop that!  What if they call us for our table.  How can I get up and walk through the dinning room with…with, well you know…sticking out the front of my pants?”.

Her answer was a low, throaty laugh and the continued movement of her hand up and down the full length of his hardened shaft.  She had his erection out of his pants now and persevered in her misbehavior.  With her other hand she undid several buttons on the front of her dress just at her pussy level.  Grabbing his hand she slid it through the breach left by the open buttons past her slightly parted thighs.  Mark could feel the heat radiating from her moist throbbing pussy and was unable to stop himself from stroking her gently.  Touching her that way and being touched by her so intimately he thought, “I’m sure that I’m going to embarrass myself if this continues.  I wonder if I can make her come this way without losing my own composure?  What on earth is possessing her to do this here and now?”

Knowing that she wanted more, Angel undid the rest of the buttons toward the hem of her dress and deftly moved the small table slightly away from them thinking, “I must feel him inside of me right now.   I so hot for him I don’t care who might see us.”  She removed his hand, quickly moved to straddle his legs and in one swift motion, spread her dress, moved forward and impaled herself on his hard shaft.

She sat with a self satisfied smirk on her face, not moving, feeling him fill her. Angel was sure that should anyone glance over at them all they would see was a woman sitting in a man’s lap with her dress covering his knees.  Quickly Mark glanced around the bar to see if anyone had noticed her movement, but no one had noticed anything.  Evidently everyone was much too engrossed in their own forms of merrymaking and entertainment.  Mark looked into her mischievous eyes whispering, “Angel, stop this immediately!!  What on earth are you thinking?  You can not do this here.  Do you want us to be thrown out?”

“Don’t worry, no one is paying any attention to us.  If they notice us at all they will just see me sitting on your lap that’s all.  Just sit there, relax and enjoy the experience,”  She cajoled him.

Mark could see that she was determined, short of making a scene that certainly would get them noticed and probably removed from the bar permanently, there was nothing he could do to stop her.  At that moment he felt the muscles of her vagina begin contracting in wave, after wave, of movement against his sheathed penis.  He closed his eyes and savored the feelings that were building within him.

Angel, too, was enjoying the sensations of her muscles contracting around the rock hard shaft inside her.  She knew that she was close to coming and glanced at Mark to see if he was also ready.  From the look on his face she could tell he was ready.  Increasing the speed of her contractions, along with a very subtle movement of her hips, she brought them both to a satisfactory conclusion.  She felt his warm cream erupt inside of her and a soft moan escaped his lips.  Angel leaned forward to kiss him quickly.  She carefully lifted off him and slid back to her own chair.  Angel glanced casually around the bar as she pulled the table back into place, but it appeared that no one was any the wiser.  She sat quietly for a few moments and waited for them both to regain their composure and then easily slipped his now soft penis back into his pants.  She buttoned a couple of buttons to cover her sex but left most of them open so she could flash Mark with her naked thighs.

“What on earth possessed you to do that?  I mean it felt wonderful, but doing it here was so incredibly foolhardy…what made you do it?” He questioned as he readjusted his clothing.

“I don’t know….I just had this overpowering urge to feel you inside of me, so I decided to make it happen.  I could see this scene taking place in my mind and it was too irresistible to ignore, so I did it.” her answer was barely finished as the hostess came up to lead them to their dinner table.  As she moved through the room, her legs flashed out from the opening of her dress and several of the men at the bar stole lingering glances at her as she strode confidently by them.

Mark noticed that their table was situated in one of the darker and more secluded areas of the dinning room next to a back wall. The immense table cloth was frosty white and reached all the way to the floor.  A small candle flickered and danced on the white expanse of the table top creating streaks of shadow and light.

Dinner proceed without incident through the salads and entrees as they talked casually.  They commented to each other on the other diners, a game they often played, speculating on the dynamics of other couples in the room.  Mark was relieved that the rest of the evening was going as he’d anticipated, and that her aberration in the bar appeared to be just a momentary crazy fling.

Just then as he glanced at Angel he noticed a fleeting mischievous look dart across her face and wondered what she was thinking.  “What were you thinking just now?” He asked, not at all sure he really wanted to know.

“Oh, nothing….really it’s not for public consumption, if you know what I mean.” She answered smiling with an impish grin.

They had just ordered dessert when Angel dropped her napkin and disappeared, sliding down by the wall and under the long white table cloth to retrieve it.  Mark gave a startled gasp as she once again groped him and unzipped his pants.  He felt her hand pull his shaft from his pants and then she took him into her mouth.  He struggled to maintain an outward semblance of calm as he reached surreptitiously under the table and tried to push her away, to stop her from continuing the assault on him.  He was unable to make her quit and so he did his best to withstand the increasing need to come and worked at maintaining a facade of tranquillity.

Angel continued to suck on him until she was sure that he was ready come and then quit.  She retrieved her napkin and returned to her chair.  Mark glared at her and hissed, “What has gotten into you tonight?  You are doing the craziest things.  You know that you will be punished for you behavior tonight.”

“I know, I know!”  She whispered back.  “But I can’t seem to help myself.  What’s that old saying” Angel stared at him, “Hmmm….oh yes, ‘The Devil made me do it.’”  Angel hung her head and then looked back up at Mark.  “Yes, that’s it, the devil made me do it.”  She smiled her mischievous smile and settled back in her chair.

“We will most definitely discuss your behavior at length when we get home.  Now please try to restrain yourself from any further outbursts of this kind.”  He demanded as he struggled to maintain control of Angel and her behavior.

The dessert arrived and they quickly devoured it and sat back to enjoy and after dinner apéritif.  As they were quietly talking, Mark decided that he would retaliate a bit and he slid one of his stocking feet up between Angel’s thighs and began to tease at her clit with his big toe.  She looked a bit startled but said nothing and enjoyed the sensations that rippled through her.  Too soon the check arrived and ended Mark’s tantalizing touches leaving her not quite fulfilled, wanting more of his teasing.  He quickly paid the bill and they left the restaurant.

The drive home was silent and swift, both of them contemplating the evening as if had unfolded so far and the evening yet to come.  Mark was seething over Angel’s aberrant behavior in the bar and restaurant, wondering what had caused her uncharacteristic outbursts.  It was so unlike her usual behavior which normally was reserved and ladylike.  Angel was also trying to understand what caused her to act as she had, “Could the devil really have made do those things?   I don’t think so, but why couldn’t I stop myself from doing them?”

The front door had barely shut and Mark commanded, “Sit in that straight backed chair in the living room.  I want you to place your hands on your knees palm up and you feet flat on the floor….make sure you are sitting straight with you eyes lowered.  I will be there shortly.  While you are waiting for me, think about your behavior tonight.  I will want to know the reasons for it when I come upstairs.”   Angel nodded silently and climbed the stairs to the living room and slid into the chair as he had directed.

About ten minutes later Mark entered the room.  He had changed into his comfortable black turtleneck and slacks.  In his hand he carried the horrible black wooden paddle.  The one with the holes in it, that lowered the resistance as it moved through the air.  Angel saw the paddle and inwardly shivered and felt a knot of dread and fear forming in her stomach.  She hated that paddle.  It was only used for punishment, and it always hurt so much, there was no pleasure involved when Mark used it.

“Do you have any explanation for your behavior tonight?  Why did you do those things?  Why did you do them in such a public place?  This whole evening has been so strange, you have not been yourself at all.  Well….”.  He impatiently tapped the paddle against his thigh waiting for her to answer.

Angel struggled to find her voice, which her fear of the paddle seemed to have stolen.  She opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out and quickly she closed it.  Sitting silently for several more moments she tried again, “I’m not sure what the explanation for my behavior tonight might be.  I have been thinking about it ever since we left the restaurant and I’m not sure at all.  Perhaps I was thinking about the conversation that we had a while ago, the one where you said you would like it if I was more aggressive and responsive once in a while.  I guess I just decided to be the initiator tonight.  I had these scenes that were playing in my head and I just decided to act them out.  I thought being in a public place would add some spice to the whole thing.  I’m sorry if I embarrassed you and made you angry.”

“Couldn’t you have just told me about the scenes that you were imagining?  Was it really necessary to act them out?  You know that I expect you to behave in away that reflects well on both of us.  What would you have done if someone had seen us?  It would have been very embarrassing to be asked to leave.  They might have done even more than ask us to leave, what if they had called the police or something?  Did you think about those things?”

“No…..no, I didn’t.  I just thought I would surprise you and I was pretty sure that no one would see us or realize what we were doing.  Please, please don’t use that paddle, you know how much I hate it when you do.  Please….I promise I’ll never do anything like that again, just don’t use that paddle.”

“I feel that I must.  You admit that you really gave the consequences of your actions no thought and that bothers me.  I feel that it shows a disregard for me, for yourself and for our relationship.  I think that you need to be reminded of your place and what it means when you ignore it.”

“Yes, sir…I understand.” she whispered.

“Do you?  I hope that you will remember how this little escapade of yours ended tonight when you are tempted to try something like it again.  Now standup behind the chair, lean over the back, raise your dress around your hips and grab the seat with your hands.  Spread your legs and do not move from that position until I have finished.”

Angel was momentarily paralyzed with fear, realizing that she was going to have to maintain that position with no restraints to help her as he used the paddle on her.  Slowly she got up and assumed the requested position.  She could feel the cool air on her now exposed bottom.  Her body tensed, waiting for the first stroke from the paddle to land on her bottom.  She thought, “It was fun tonight, but certainly not worth the pain of this punishment.” as she dreaded what lay ahead.

She heard the whistling of the paddle as it moved through the air and she waited resolutely for it to land………..

“Angel….Angel, sweatheart?”  Mark gently reached up and touched Angel’s cheek, “Where were you just now?  I’ve asked you twice what you wanted to order from the bar and you didn’t seem to hear me.”

“What…huh….oh, wow….I just had the most incredible scene and thoughts skipping through my head just now.  It was so real, it’s made me so hot for you.  I almost wish I had the nerve to do it.”  Angel answered vaguely.

“Angel where are you??  You are talking but not making much sense.  What would you like from the bar?”

“Oh, I’d like a glass of white wine, please.”  Mark gave the waitress the drink order and looked back at her.  Angel smiled at Mark as she reached over and slid her hand up his thigh and then furtively unzipped his pants.  He gasped as she slid her small warm hand inside the opening and began to play with him, knowing as she did so what the probable outcome would be of her actions.

Velvet was absolutely ecstatic, at last she was going to meet her Internet friends.  Actually, Velvet was not her name, it was just her Internet name, and the name she wrote under, but it was the name Peter and Sasha used when they referred to her.
 
     For the past several months, Velvet had been in contact via the Internet with a couple that lived on the opposite coast, and during that time they had done business together, as well as shared some erotic stories that each had written.  Through e-mails, and phone calls, over time, they had all become very good friends.  When she had found out that she would be in Vancouver for two weeks, she immediately contacted her friends, Peter and Sasha, and they all agreed that it would be fun to get together, and finally meet in person.  Even though they had exchanged photographs, and discussed all sorts of things, there was still an air of excitement, and a bit of trepidation for all concerned, about finally meeting face to face.

      Peter and Sasha picked her up at the airport and it seemed that almost immediately they all felt ‘the bond’; that mysterious connection that happens sometimes when you first see, or meet someone.  All three of them felt as if they had known each other all of their lives.  Even before their face to face meeting, Velvet had never felt the fact that Peter and Sasha were almost 20 years her senior made any difference in their friendship.  They all laughed at the same things and had shared the same values and enjoyed the same erotica.

     The bond that they had instantly felt, grew stronger between them as they rode into the city talking and laughing, all the way to the restaurant.  The three had made no specific plans, other than to have a couple of dinners and a few shared drinks together.  They all felt the strange bond, but no one mentioned it.

     Velvet was at a loss to even try and begin to explain the phenomena that she felt, it was almost like she could reach out and touch it, but not quite.  Once when Sasha reached out and touched her as they were talking, Velvet felt the connection even stronger, as if their souls touched briefly.  All throughout dinner the three felt the strong undercurrents of something special happening between them.

     As they were leaving the restaurant, Peter asked causally, “Velvet, would you care to stop by our house for a nightcap before we drop you at your hotel?”.

     “Why yes, I’d love that.” She answered quickly.  Velvet paused after her answer and realized how surprised she was at the quickness of her acceptance, and even more important, how delighted she was that Peter had asked.

     A short drive later and they arrived at Peter and Sasha’s.  The house faced the open water of a bay, with a large deck jutting out towards the water.  Several chairs were scattered strategically around the deck in order to take advantage of the fantastic view.  Once the drinks were passed out, and all were settled in the comfortable chairs on the deck, Velvet found that she wanted to share something; Velvet felt she had to speak her mind.

     “I sense that something is going on between the three of us!  Something … different … something … ah … special?  All evening I have felt … well sensed something … I can’t put it into words.  First off, I feel that I have known you all of my life!”  Peter and Sasha nodded in agreement.   “But, what I find even more special is the way the two of you make me feel so relaxed … but also ….. excited?  I guess that is the correct word.  Excited!  Anyway, I feel this mysterious bond with the two of you, along with a sort of sexual tension.  I don’t even know if that is what to call it exactly, and the strangest part is I am not really surprised by it.”  She grinned her playful grin and then continued, “Anyway, I am sort of embarrassed to admit it, anyway I’ve tried to tell you what I’m feeling!”

     Peter chuckled and replied, “Sasha and I have been looking…well we have been talking about looking actually,” Peter looked at Sasha and after she nodded, he continued, “Anyway we…or is it me….well, we have been talking about how we would like to find a person to bring into our relationship.  We are not looking for someone be a permanent part of our relationship, just a friend that we can all share ourselves with for a time.  We had never even thought about you in this way, until you stepped off that plane.  Do you know how cute and sexy you looked?  Anyway, Sasha grabbed my hand and told me that she thought you were just perfect.  I knew exactly what she meant.  I guess that you have been picking up on those feelings.  You know that we all share similar ideas on what is sexy, what is a turn on for us.  Yes?  I find you very desirable, and obviously so does Sasha.”

     Peter paused to assess the effect of his comments and then seeing no shocked look from Velvet he continued, “From some of our conversations we are aware that you find it pleasant to … ah … be with women also.  So I think that what you were feeling was our mutual desire to scene with you, perhaps?”  Velvet sat silently trying to gather in and process what she had thought she had heard.

     He expected Velvet to comment and her silence unnerved him, frightened him, he began to think that he had hurt her feelings and to make amends he hurriedly added, “Now that we have probably offended you, or should I say that I have probably offended you…….I will take you to your hotel.”  Peter started to rise from his chair.

     “No, wait!”  Velvet spoke quickly!  She sat for a moment longer as she continued to collect her thoughts.  “I think that I understand a little bit now what I was picking up … I will have to admit that as I have read your stories, there has been a certain arousal factor.  I didn’t think of it as being connected to the two of you, but trust me, when I tell you that I was aware, it was there.  I just thought that your fantasies reflected my own, at least a little bit, and that’s what had caught my imagination.”  She paused again once more she tried to decide what to say.

     She began slowly, “You know, from our telephone conversations, my life is rather like a soap opera right now.”  This time her grin seemed to stretch from ear to ear.  All of them had to chuckle at her understatement.  “Both of my current relationships are so intense, and so screwed up  … they both seem to pull at me all sorts of ways and it seems to be all of the time … at times I just … well, let’s not go there … anyway, the idea of just being able to surrender to the two of you, with no strings attached, really does have … a very strong appeal?  Does that make any sense?”  Both Sasha and Peter nodded.

     “What you are talking about … I do have to admit this, seems so totally free and open for me, with out any strings attached … I just get to let go and …well, I really don’t know what to say … ah…..”, Velvet’s voice drifted off into silence.

     “Velvet, look…” Sasha interjected, “Peter has a tendency to be a bit forward some times.  The last thing we want is to put our friendship with you in jeopardy.  I am sorry if this has embarrassed you, or made you uncomfortable in any way.  To be honest, my experiences with women have been very limited and I really feel that we need to talk about that anyway before this goes any further.” Sasha spoke, trying to bridge the awkward silence that enveloped the group.

     “Don’t worry … actually I find that I am very flattered … and … well, I have to admit that I as I said, I am … well, somewhat turned on by the whole idea.  Sasha, let me think about this a bit more. And yes, we do need to talk!  Is that OK with you Peter.”

     “Yes, that’s fine with me.”

     Velvet had to giggle in spite of herself, Peter looked so disappointed.  In a way she was really very pleased that the two of them thought of her in that way, it was really quite complimentary.

     The evening progressed with more quiet conversation and laughter.  Peter began telling off color jokes from his huge repertory of stories and everyone relaxed and put their initial conversation on hold for the night.  Finally the evening grew late and Peter suggested that Velvet probably would like to go to her hotel room.

     As he left her at her hotel Peter requested, “Think about our first conversation tonight.  Let us know what you really think, neither of us will be disappointed.  We really want to know how you feel about our proposal.”

     Throughout the night Velvet was tortured by very explicit sexual dreams.  The next day she found herself remembering the extraordinary feeling from the touch of Sasha’s hand and the feeling of Peter’s arms around her as the evening had ended.  She thought about that instant connection with both of them, and how they seemed to fire up some deep seated desires within her.  As she remembered how it felt to be hugged by Peter, she wondered what it would be like to just be swept up in Peter’s arms, to feel his hands and lips over her entire body.  She knew that he must be at least a foot taller than she was, and she found herself fantasizing about being dwarfed in his arms.

     Velvet also wondered what it would be like to be a ‘love sandwich’ and have four hands touching and caressing her body.  By noon she needed to remove her panties because they had become so wet with her growing need and desire.  After that she was afraid she would show through her skirt as she sat through her meetings.  She fretted, “I hope that I don’t spot my skirt now.  That would be difficult to explain.”

     When she returned to her room at the end of the day she rummaged through her suitcase to find the sexiest outfit she’d brought with her.  After trying on several combinations she finally decided on an outfit for the evening.  She had to giggle as she looked in the mirror, a pair of very small black lace panties and a very tight, low cut dress was not exactly an outfit.  Peter picked her up at the prearranged time.  Unable to comment, he just stared at her with unabashed lust shinning from his eyes.  From her outfit it appeared that she had made her decision about the outcome of the night.

     Velvet noticed Peter’s look and found that she was most pleased by his reaction.  She had not felt so carefree and abandoned in a very long time.  With no special thought in mind, she lifted her head for Peter to kiss her lips.  His kiss was wonderful and it seemed to ignite a fire deep inside of her.

     They had a light dinner at home on the deck.  Other than being visible from the water, the deck was totally private.  Throughout the evening each of them would take special care to caress the person they were closest to as a natural outpouring of affection knowing that the three of them were sequestered from the rest of the world.  Occasionally, either Sasha or Peter would take Velvet in their arms and the other one would come and stand behind and hug her at the same time.

     “I can not remember feeling so warm, so affectionate and cared for as I do tonight … here with the two of you.” Velvet disclosed during the meal.  “In my other … uh … relationships … I feel that I always have to be careful in some way.  I need to consider each word and what impact it might have on everybody.  Do you have any idea how difficult it is to be constantly aware of what you are saying and doing?  Tonight I can just do, say, and be anything that comes to mind.  You two really make me feel so special.  Thank you.  This is really fun.”

     “We’re both so glad that you feel that way.  We feel that your presence has added a new dimension to everything for us as well.”  Peter commented.

      Sasha asked casually,  “Do we take it that by your comment you have decided to take us up on the offer of last night?”

     “Trust me when I tell you that I do not usually dress like this.”  Both Peter and Sasha laughed.  “To answer your question, the answer is … Yes … Peter asked me to give … what do I call this?  Well, he asked me to give it serious thought last night, and to be honest …” She hung her head for a moment and then looked up with a big grin, “I was unable to think of anything else all last night, and today as well.  I kept wondering what it would be like to be with the two of you and the thoughts made me so aroused.”  Velvet paused.  “As a matter of fact by noon today I had to remove my panties, the crotch was soaked through by my reaction to all of my thoughts about you guys.” She added with just a tinge of embarrassment.

     “We had that kind of an affect on you … and I thought that I was the only one in this group who was cursed with raging hormones.”  Peter smiled and reached for Velvet’s hand.

     “It would appear not.”  Velvet squeezed his hand in response.  Peter looked down at the floor, like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  “And Sasha, I expect nothing from you and I will do nothing to you that we have not already agreed upon.  Fair?”

     Sasha smiled, reached out to hold Velvit’s hand, “Even though I am older than you, you make me feel much younger.  I know that I prefer men, but I have had women do various things to me.  I enjoyed it, but I…well, I feel so unsure in that area.  I don’t want to…ah….well, disappoint you, or actually if I want to or…?”

     “Sasha, stop.  You make me feel like some seasoned BI or something.  If, and when, something happens, we will worry about that then.  OK?”

     “Thanks….I think that we need to show you the rest of the house.”

     They escorted Velvet through the huge house and then down stairs to what they both referred to as “The Dungeon”.  When Velvet entered the room she noticed that there were two eye rings screwed into the exposed ceiling beam.  On each side of the wall were cleats to tie things too.  In one corner was a massage table.  As she looked over the room, a shiver of excitement flowed through her.  Peter came from behind and put his arms around her.

    Sasha smiled at her and asked in a low, sultry tone, “Have you been a naughty girl lately.”

     Instantly Velvet knew just what was going to happen.  The rings in the beam were meant to have ropes go through them after they had been fastened to someone’s wrists.  Velvet knew that it was going to be her wrists and she could feel her pussy grow moist at the thought.

     As Peter kissed her neck, Sasha started to unbutton the front of Velvets dress.  When Velvet’s dress was open to the waist, Sasha reached in and took her lovely breasts in her hands.  Sasha looked at Velvet with a questioning look and Velvet nodded for Sasha to continue.  She began to fondle Velvets naked breasts, entranced by the beauty and firmness of them.  The nipples gradually lifted from there resting place and stood out firm and hard.  Velvet found it heavenly, so relaxing.  Sasha knew just what she liked when her breasts were fondled and she did it just that way for Velvet.  The sensuality of Sasha’s touch and the sexuality of the surroundings drew a soft moan from Velvet.

     Peter continued to unbutton the dress until it was open, then he slid it off her arms and the dress dropped to the floor.  The only clothing that remained were the small pair of black lace panties.  Sasha continued to kiss the lovely white breasts, being careful not to touch the hard nipples.

     Velvet felt Peter’s hands slide down her tummy as he murmured in her ear, “You feel so wonderful, so soft, so warm, just like a baby’s skin.  I could stand here and caress your skin all evening long.”  She shivered with anticipation at his words.

     His hands reached the top of her panties and he started to work the panties off her hips.  Quickly they joined the dress on the floor.  Peter slid one hand between Velvets legs and his large warm hand completely covered her sex.  She could feel the moisture actually drip from her lips and form a puddle in Peter’s cupped hand.

     As Peter held her, like a fly in amber, his warm hand covering her sex, Sasha stopped her administrations on Velvets breasts and gently took each wrist and enclosed them in fur lined leather cuffs.  Velvet glanced at the cuffs and smiled.  She noted that these were different than others she’d had on, they had the tie ring on an extended tab in the palm of her hand.  “I’ve never seen cuffs like these where did you get them?”

     “We found them in Copenhagen awhile ago.  I was intrigued by the design and have found them more comfortable than others we’ve tried.”  Sasha answered as she completed buckling the cuffs and adding ropes to the rings.

     Sasha gently caressed Velvet’s legs and thighs and moved down to her slim ankles.  There she buckled on a second set of cuffs.  “There you’re almost ready now.”

     Soon Velvet’s diminutive body hung from the ropes that were tied securely through the rings mounted in the overhead beam.  The lips of her sex were visible when viewed from behind now that her legs were spread apart, and her ankles were shackled and held in place by a spreader bar.  Velvet’s breasts swayed gently from her chest, full, white and lovely with perfect coral extended nipples.  Hanging from each nipple were clamps that Sasha had carefully placed after several minutes of sucking and caressing the elongated flesh.  The clamps made her nipples push out even more than normal and now they were a dark plum color.  Her eyes had been covered with a soft padded leather blindfold.

     She could feel two hands at her shoulders, softly massaging her tight muscles.  The hands moved lower and lower, until they finally rested on her beautiful taunt bottom.  The hands were large and warm and more than covered each cheek.  She felt the backs of two hands start on the insides of her legs at her knees.  The touch was so soft as it moved up and down her thighs.  Sometimes the touch would stop just half way up her legs and other times the hands would just graze the bottom lips of her sex, and then move away.  After the third or fourth time of brushing against her labia, a soft moan escaped from Velvet’s lips.

     As if that was not enough to drive her wild, she felt the set of hands from her bottom moving across her chest, caressing her breasts.  The hands moved over the tops of her breasts and then cradled the weight of them in warm tender hands.  They moved around the nipples, yet never touched them, sometimes they pulled at the strings attached to the clamps.  Finally in frustration she cried out, “OK you guys, would one of you please really touch me … I mean more than you are now.  I need to feel something more than just your maddening caresses.”

     The sound of two chuckles, one deep and wicked and the other soft and sultry, was all she heard, and the caresses continued as before, lightly moving across her body, and yet never quite reaching her desired targets.  Finally she felt the hands leave her breasts and start back down towards her waist, down and then up her back and then down her arms.  The feelings this motion evoked, almost brought Velvet to her first climax.

     Velvet felt Sasha start again to kiss her breasts, moving across them, circling her encased nipples.  She felt the warmth of a hand on her bottom and then the hand was removed.  Suddenly the hand returned, quickly and the slap on her bottom caused Velvet to swing forward, but the restraints held her in place.  Sasha held Velvet’s breasts as Peter once again brought his hand down on her lovely white bottom.  Again Velvet tried to move forward, only to find that she was imprisoned.

     Sasha removed one of the clips from Velvet’s nipple and immediately began to suckle on it.  Velvet let out a gasp of pleasure tinged with pain.  After a while the other clamp was removed and again the delicious sucking started.  “I don’t know which is worse, having clamps on my nipples or having them removed.”  She wondered as the pain would ebb and the new sensations took it’s place.

     A deep moan escaped from Velvets lips from the exquisite pain and pleasure emitting from her nipples.  As Sasha continued to suck on the nipples, Peter’s hand came down again on the her bottom.  The pain was gone now; replaced by a warmth that spread through her lower region. Velvet allowed herself to hang slack from the restraints, unable to stand because of the delicious pleasures that coursed through her body.  The hand came again and again, along with the sucking and pinching of each nipple.  Velvet felt herself leaving her body and she  actually turned and looked back at herself hanging from the ropes tied to the ceiling.  She watched as Peter’s hand came again and slapped her bottom and saw Sasha as she fondled and sucked at her breasts.

     Suddenly she was back inside of her body; she was aware that the fire between her legs had traveled throughout her whole body.  As her orgasm overtook her, her body began to shake and she felt Peter move up tight behind her and hold her as wave after wave washed through her body.

     She could feel the warmth of the body behind her now and she could feel his erection pushing at the bottom of her sex and his hands moved from her arms to her chest.  She could smell his aftershave and feel his hands move over her breasts the same way Sasha’s hands had done just a few moments before.

     As she luxuriated in the feel of Peter’s hands holding her breasts, Sasha’s lips moved down across her tummy, and she wondered, “How much more of this can I possibly stand?  The tenderness of male and female hands stroking me along with Peter’s erection pushing up against me is so incredible.  They stir feelings inside of me that I didn’t know were possible.”  She allowed herself to drift with the feelings and her mind floated with the soft music playing in the background.

     There was a tongue circling her clit, “Which one of them is it?  It must be Sasha, the hands on my breasts are warm like Peters but…that tongue is so demanding, much more like the men I’ve experienced in the past.  It’s so confusing, should I ask who it is?”  she speculated.  “I guess it doesn’t really matter….whoever it is certainly knows how to do it.  I’m so close to climaxing I hope it doesn’t stop.”

     Sasha opened the lips of Velvet’s sex and then wrapped them around Peter’s erection and held them tightly around it from below.  Peter moved gently back and forth as Velvet also moved her hips in an effort to try and impale herself on his erection.  With each stroke, the head of Peter’s penis would rub over Velvet’s clitoris, causing jolts of excitement to explode throughout the petite body suspended from the ceiling.

     Feeling Velvet’s hips rock forward and seeing her back arch ever so slightly, Sasha could tell she was once again close to another climax.  Sasha moved Peter’s erection aside and started to suck and tongue Velvet’s sex while gently inserting two curved fingers into her, moving them in and out against Velvet’s front wall.  That was all that Velvet needed to push her over the edge again and she let out a moan and a sigh as another climax rippled through her taunt body.

     Peter took note of Velvet’s climax, as well as the fact that Sasha evidentially had come as well.  “I see that both of you have found some relief.  I’m not sure that I approve of that at this time.  I do believe that some correction is in order for the two of you.”  He announced with a bit of displeasure at being left out of the fun tingeing his voice.

     “Oh Peter….no, please don’t be angry.  It was really my fault.  I saw that Velvet was ready and I wondered what it would feel like to push her over the edge, so I did.  I was rather surprised that I came as well, I didn’t expect that.  I’m sorry I know I should have asked you first.”  Sasha quickly tried to placate Peter.

     Velvet remonstrated trying to get his attention.  “Peter….Peter, I didn’t realize that you expected me to hold back my climax until I was given permission, you should have said something.  After all you didn’t say anything the first few times.”

     “Sasha knows the rules of this house, and I hold her mostly responsible, and yes, I suppose I should have said something to you before we started.  I guess I just forgot since Sasha and I both know what’s expected when we scene like this.” Peter acknowledged.  “I’ll forgive you both this one time, just don’t let it happen again.  Now that you know what’s required, I expect you both to comply.”

     Both women nodded quickly their agreement.  Once more the soft teasing caresses began again and Velvet writhed with her again mounting desire.  “This is so hard, I’m not used to holding back.  I hope that I can.  I don’t want to upset Peter….he never said if I could ask to come or he would tell me when.” She wondered silently.  Again she felt his erection moving between her lips and over her extended clitoris.  Sasha continued to place kisses across Velvet’s tummy and down in to her soft downy hair.

     Suddenly Sasha got an idea and had Peter move to the front of Velvet.  Peter stood close to the small, suspended body and once again place his firm cock between her lips, continuing to rub back and forth.  Velvet’s breasts were pushed against Peter’s chest and his arms were now wrapped around the small form.  Sasha moved her hands over Velvet’s bottom and then quickly brought one hand down to connect with both cheeks.

     Velvet jumped forward, tighter in Peter’s arms and his firmness moved through her lips and rubbed on her clit.  Sasha alternated from one cheek to the other, spanking the now reddened moons in the same manner that she so enjoyed.  Each spank caused Velvet to push forward which would cause Peter’s erection to rub over her burning clit.  Velvet could feel that once again she was losing her fight to hold back another orgasm.  She started to plead with Peter, “Please, please Peter, I need to climax.  Oh God, have pity, I can not hold it back any longer.”

     Peter removed the mask, took Velvets face in his hands and while he moved himself between the lips of her sex, he whispered over and over,  “Come now…yes, come now my little one.”

     That was what she longed to hear.  With each push of his erection between her vaginal lips, Sasha would bring her hand down on one of Velvet’s bright red cheeks.  Velvet had reached the point where each push of Peter and each slap of Sasha’s’ hand brought wave after wave of satisfaction through her body.  This one seemed to be bigger, more fierce than the last one and as Peter covered her lips with his, she screamed into his mouth with the intensity of the feeling that assailed her.

     Velvet felt her ankles being freed and Peter lifted her so that now his erection slid further into her.  Her screams of joy filled the room and Peter held her in his arms as he lifted her off, and then shoved himself back into her again.  Suddenly the room turned black and she let her full weight drop into Peter’s arms.

     When she came to she found that her arms were now free and that she was in Peter’s lap, his erection still deep inside of her.  He kissed her face, occasionally nibbling at her lips.  Velvet could feel Sasha’s hands on her back and on her shoulders.  Ever so slowly her breathing returned to normal.

     Velvet was astounded at how loved and protected she felt with Peter inside of her and his arms around her, plus the feeling of Sasha touching and caressing  her too.  She shuddered from the intensity of it all.  She lifted carefully off of Peter’s erection until it rested just at her opening and then slowly let it slid up into her again.  She pushed down as hard and far as she could and then lifted off again.  Slowly she established a rhythm and soon felt Sasha’s hands on her bottom, helping her lift up.  She looked at Peter, his eyes were closed and a look of total enjoyment radiated from his face.  With the delicious feelings coursing throughout her body, Velvet closed her eyes and tried to draw Peter as deeply into her as she could.

     Velvet’s eyes opened as Peter stood and with her still impaled on his erection deep inside of her, carried her to the massage table.  He gently sat Velvet on the table and then pushed her back so that she lay prone on her back, her legs now cradled in his arms.  Peter withdrew his cock to the end of her opening and then slowly pushed it deep back into her canal.  A deep guttural sound escaped from Velvet as the incredible feelings raced through her body.

     Sasha climbed onto the table facing away from Peter, straddling Velvet’s face so that she could lower her sex to Velvet’s lips.  Velvet moved her mouth to draw Sasha’s exposed labia between her lips and her tongue flicked out to lash Sasha’s extended clitoris.  Faster and faster she felt him drive into her and she pushed that glorious feeling through her body and into her lathing of Sasha’s sex.

     Soon Velvet was feeling that old familiar feeling again.  She was determined to feel Peter explode inside of her before she succumbed to her own desires this time.  Peter wrapped his arms tighter around her legs and continued to push deeply into her as hard as he could and a groan escaped from his lips.  She felt the hot splash of his cum as he filled her with spasm after spasm.  Velvet continued to kiss the lips above her until Sasha’s cries also filled the room as she climaxed.

     Peter’s eruption had been so intense, and so great that some of it spilled out of Velvet and down onto the table as he withdrew from her.   She took both hands and softly rubbed Sasha’s white bottom that still hovered over her.  Sasha moved away and Velvet sat up.  Peter was standing before her and she wrapped her hands around his still semi hard erection and milked out the last bits of his cum.  She had to giggle as he jumped with each pump of her hands on his cock and the moans that escaped from his lips.

     After she was satisfied that Peter was totally milked dry, she stood and walked over to a mirror hanging on the wall.  Velvet placed her fists on her hips and looked over her shoulder at her bottom in the mirror.  Her lovely normally white bottom now glowed red from the carefully placed spanking of two sets of hands that had been administered through out the evening.   She looked back and grinned at Sasha, and in her most sultry voice, uttered,  “Oh God, that was so wonderful, thank you both … and now, I believe that you are next my dear … and I have so much to … ah …how should I say this …repay you for …”

     Sasha missed Velvet’s wicked chuckle, her thoughts already running wild,  “What can she mean???  What is going to happen?  Will I like it?  I wonder what she will do?  Can I stop this … do I even want to?”

     Just the thoughts of what was coming almost brought Sasha to a climax.  A climax that would have been the first of many that were going to be intense, and varied, through out the rest of the night.  Velvet felt that she had so much to show, and teach Sasha … it was time to get started…..
 

Sasha’s eyes grew wide as she stared at Velvet in panicked silence.  She stood still for a moment and then began to backpedal, putting her hands in front of her as if to ward off what had been started.

“Oh, no … no, I don’t think so …. I’m really not … really … ready for this.  Please, I don’t think this is a good idea.  I still can’t quite believe that I’ve done the things that I have done tonight.”  She stammered and continued to step away from the two of them.  “I’m not sure that I can stand anymore.”

“Sasha,”  Velvet gently reassured, “I think that you will enjoy what will … ah what might happen … just let me show you a few things.  If you don’t like it … or don’t want it to continue … we can stop.  Okay?”  Velvet held out her arms to Sasha to emphasize her trustworthiness.

“I understand what you’re telling me … I mean intellectually … but emotionally, wow, I’m not sure that I’m ready to have another woman make love to me.  It’s just that …” Her voice trailed off into silence.  She stepped backwards and sat on the table behind her.  She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms tightly around them.  Her body curled into a compact sphere on the end of the massage table.

Velvet looked questioningly to Peter for direction, she wondered if she should push the issue, or let it go for tonight.  She felt that if she could just get Sasha to relax a bit, just go with the flow of events, everything would begin to unfold naturally and it would be all right.  Peter also felt stymied by Sasha’s reaction to Velvet’s announcement that it was Sasha’s turn to be the object of their affection and teachings.  “She appears to be panicked at the thought of letting it happen ….. yet when we were pleasuring Velvet, just moments ago, she exhibited no fears.  Quite the contrary, she entered in to the spirit of the scene wholeheartedly.”  Peter puzzled.

He put a gentle hand on her shoulder, in an attempted to reach out to Sasha and find out what was causing her terror.  “Sasha, can you tell me what the problem is?  Why are you so afraid to let us be with you?  What can I … what can we do to help you?”

Sasha raised her head and gazed at Peter with that sad cocker spaniel look, “I don’t know if I can tell you.  It’s so embarrassing and I feel like such a ninny, but I can’t seem to help how I feel.  It stems way back … back when I was a teenager … really I can’t believe I did the things that I did tonight, it’s so unlike me.”  She fell silent once more, still hunched tightly on the end of the table.

“Sweetheart, you know that you can tell me anything and Velvet is one of our dearest friends.  Let us help you through this.  We love you and we want to help you if we can.”  Peter gently massaged her shoulders trying to get her to unclench her body.

“Oh Peter, I know I can, but this is so hard.  I know you are a good friend, Velvet and wouldn’t hurt me for the world.  I believe you both just want to help.  It’s just something I’ve kept locked away for so long, even from myself.  I guess you could say that the lock is rusty.  In fact it’s so corroded I don’t think it will even open.  I’m not sure that I want to try.  Somethings should just stay locked away.”  She rambled trying to explain.

“Sweetheart, believe me I know how you feel.  You know that I’ve been where you are now.  But I also know that it can be very freeing to finally deal with an issue like this one.  Won’t you at least try?  You know we will do what we can to help you.”

She started to shake her head negatively and then paused to gather her courage,  “I’ll try … here goes.  Ah … when I was a young girl, I found some Playboy magazines that my father had hidden in one of his drawers.  Anyway, I took them out one night when my parents weren’t home and looked at them.  God, I can not believe that I am telling you this!”  She halted briefly took a deep breath and continued, “I was fascinated by the pictures of the women in them, their bodies, breasts, everything about them …”

Sasha stopped again, to try and gather up the courage to continue, “Anyway, the sight of them really excited me … you know in a sexual sort of way.  After looking through several of them, I was so turned on that I went downstairs to my bedroom and …” Sasha looked down, a little embarrassed, feeling that she was almost caught again, “I… masturbated.  At the time, I didn’t think too much about it, other than it felt really good and all … but later, when my Mom found the magazines under my bed, well….”

Velvet knew what was coming,  she quickly reached out to put her arms around Sasha and held her, hoping that her action would give Sasha some moral support to help her finish the tale.  “I’ll bet it wasn’t a very pleasant confrontation, was it?”

“That’s putting it mildly…my mother wanted to know why the magazines were there.  I could tell by the tone in her voice that she thought there might be something wrong with me, and that she thought that I shouldn’t be looking at them.  Anyway, I couldn’t tell her how they affected me or that I masturbated because of them.  I mean, we just didn’t talk about sex and stuff like that.  So I just told her I was curious about them and it was no big deal.  I remember she told me that those magazines were for men to look at but certainly not for young girls or nice women to look at.  I knew when she said that, that the feelings that those picture aroused in me were wrong by society’s standards, and most certainly by her standards.  So all my life I’ve hidden, and buried, those feelings deep within me, and I’ve made very sure that nothing I did would bring them to the surface…..at least until tonight.”

Peter was so surprised by her confession that he hugged her and rocked her tenderly within his arms as a single crystal tear slid silently down his cheek.  Finally he found his voice, “Oh my poor darling girl….I’m so sorry.  If I’d known, we never would have started this….”

“Please, don’t feel bad…it’s not your fault.  You couldn’t have known, I mean I’ve never told this to anyone, before tonight.”

“Oh Sasha, I feel so sad for you.  But, I think that it’s something we all should try and help you work out.  Can we talk about this and what we did tonight a little bit more?” Velvet sympathized with her friends.

“I guess…I’ve let so many other “cats out of the bag” this year I guess it would be good to work this through as well.  I know that it’s been really freeing to tell Peter about my other needs.  Why not, at least I’ll try.”  Sasha agreed.

“Good, I like your attitude, I think that this can turn out to be a real positive experience for you.  Can you tell us how you felt when you touched me tonight?  How it made you feel when you made me come?  How you felt when I made you come?”  Velvet questioned gently.

Peter sat beside Sasha as she spoke and softly stroked her shoulders and back with his large warm reassuring hands.  She smiled at him and tenderly kissed his cheek.  “I guess at first I didn’t really think about what I was doing and who I was doing it to.  I mean I know that Peter has always had fantasies about having three people together and I wanted this for him, as much as anything.  Also I must admit that you have a gorgeous body, and I was excited by it, but I tried not to think about that part so much.  Burying those old feelings you know.”

“How about when you made me come, you know when you came too and Peter felt so left out?  What did you feel and think then?”  Velvet pursued.

“Well, I could tell from the reactions of your body that you were ready and I wasn’t paying very close attention to my own state of arousal at that point.  If I’d realized my own state I probably wouldn’t have done it, still trying to keep myself in check.  Also I would have remembered to ask Peter first, believe me…that’s a lesson learned long ago.  I guess I was just curious to watch another woman at close range to see what happened to her when she climaxed and I forgot my own fears.  I know that sounds sort of clinical but you can’t exactly watch yourself at a time like that, but this was a perfect opportunity to see it “up close and personal” as they say.”

Peter’s curiosity was aroused, “So what did you see?”

“Well, I guess I saw what you see when I climax as we make love.  The flush of it rushing through Velvet’s body, the look of arousal and then pure joy and finally peace as it finishes.  I was able to feel her muscles as they convulsed around my fingers, I suppose it’s sort of like what you must feel when you’re inside of me when I climax.  It was interesting, I’ve never had a chance to observe something like that at so closely before.”

“Okay…what about Velvet’s last question?  What did you feel when she made you come?”

“It felt delicious, wonderful, spectacular….what can I say.  I still find it hard to believe that I let her do that, or that I let myself do that.  It’s so unlike me.  I mean I like men….what does this all really mean?”

“Sasha, just because you enjoyed my efforts in making you come doesn’t mean that you like men any less.  Try to think of it as letting yourself enjoy all the variety that’s to be had out there.  I enjoy men as much as you do and I wouldn’t give them up for anything, but sometimes having a woman make love to me is just as exciting.  I don’t think it’s wrong to enjoy the lovemaking of women as well as men.”  Velvet softly caressed Sasha’s cheek as she spoke.

“Intellectually I know you’re right, but I still have this emotional thing I can’t get past.  I don’t even know how I was able to do what I did tonight.  I think that I wanted it so much for Peter that I just did it.”  Sasha shook her head in despair.

“I have an idea.  You know that you like to be massaged, yes?  Will you let both Velvet and I massage you for awhile?  I think it might relax you.  Remember that time at the club when they had that erotic massage demo.  When we tried that you really like it.  What do you think, would that be okay?”  Peter asked hopefully.

“Yes … I guess … I guess that would be okay.  I did like that massage and I didn’t mind being touched by a woman then.  Yes, I think that would be alright.”

Peter and Velvet smiled and winked at each other as Sasha stretched out on the massage table.  Slowly at first they ran their hands up and down her torso, gently gliding over the hills and valleys of Sasha’s body.  Their touch not meant to arouse at this point, just calm and relax, let her feel safe and protected and most of all loved by both of them.  Sasha closed her eyes and just let the four hands roam , luxuriating in the warmth and tenderness of their touch.

Sasha’s thoughts rambled as she lay quietly on the table.  “They are both so wonderful, I know that they care for me and I know they want to help me.  The feeling of their hands is very reassuring, relaxing and loving.  Mmmm … I could get used to this.  Maybe, just maybe this will be okay.”

Silently Peter motioned to Velvet to get the jar of honey powder and the small black feather duster from the shelf by the mirror.  Peter moved to place the leather blindfold over Sasha’s eyes as Velvet retrieved the powder and feather duster.

“Peter, why the blindfold?”  Sasha queried nervously.

“I thought it might make it easier for you if you couldn’t see who was doing what to you.  That way you won’t know which one of us is touching you or doing whatever it is we are doing to you.  You won’t have to put up your emotional wall because you won’t know when to do it.”  Peter reasoned.

“Oh….”

Velvet began to dust Sasha’s body with a fine layer of the honey powder, lightly flicking the duster over her breasts, tummy and thighs.  The light touch of the feathers began to arouse Sasha and she writhed slightly on the table.  She jumped as the little duster brushed lightly across her sex, stimulating her just as Peter’s soft teasing touch did.  Then there were two tongues lathing her, circling her breasts and lapping the undersides of them and it felt so luscious she knew that one tongue had to belong to Velvet and one to Peter but she couldn’t tell whose was whose.  “Peter was right.  The blindfold is better.  This is easier when I can’t see who is doing what.  It’s easier to accept and go with the flow.”  Sasha decided.

One of them tenderly parted her legs and began tonguing her sex hungrily   The feeling was exquisite, the warm moist tongue delicately lapping the dust from her swollen lips, teasing her clit with strokes just like a child uses when eating an ice cream cone.  Sasha’s hips began squirming in earnest as a moan escaped from her lips.  “I don’t know who is doing that, but please, please don’t stop.  It feels so wonderful and I’m so close….please don’t stop, do it just like that.”

Velvet continued to lick Sasha’s clit like a swiftly melting ice cream cone as Sasha neared her climax and finally her shouts of ecstasy filled the room.  The wetness of her mingled with the honey powder and the combination was most pleasing.  Velvet ran several fingers through the mixture and then ran her fingers along Sasha’s lips.  Peter encouraged, “Taste it Sasha, taste what you taste like to me when I love you there.”

“That’s what I taste like to you?  That’s so incredible.  Was that you that brought me to climax, Peter?”  Sasha asked as she licked her lips free of the nectar.

In answer to her questions all she heard was the mingling of two chuckles, one deep and one higher.  Sasha knew then they wouldn’t tell her what she wanted to know.  The hands guided her to sit up and then stand.  They cautiously lead her to the center of the room, she stood waiting and wondering what would happen next.

The wait was a short one.  Hands on either side of her buckled her wrists into the cuffs that still hung from the ceiling rings.  Each wrist was securely fastened and the ropes adjusted to accommodate her longer arms.  Her ankles were also fastened in place with the cuffs and tied off to the cleats on the walls.  The four soft and warm hands again were again gliding over the dips and crests of her body and Sasha relaxed into their loving touch.  She could tell that Peter was on one side of her and Velvet on the other, but except for the size of their hands, their touch was very much the same.

Soon two fingers, one smaller and one larger, entered her now wet passage and they began to work her slowly.  Sasha could sense that the old familiar feeling was building within her and she wanted it to happen faster.  She began a new faster rhythm of her own working herself on the fingers inserted into her.  As her passion built she felt another larger finger insinuate itself within her back passage and she gasped at the pleasure that it brought.  Her need was paramount and she worked her hips faster and faster on the three fingers inside of her and at last her muscles convulsed as she slid over the edge to complete her passion.  Slowly the fingers were withdrawn and she hung limp in the restraints.

Peter left the room to clean up a bit and as he did Velvet once again began to stroke Sasha’s body.  She stopped briefly and removed the leather blindfold and then began again.  Sasha recoiled slightly at her touch and Velvet murmured, “Please, Sasha, let me touch you.  Let me love you.  You have a lovely body and I want to make you feel good.”  Wordlessly Sasha nodded her ascent and Velvet continued a slow and through exploration of her body.

Upon returning to the room Peter stopped and gazed in amazement at the sight before him.  There was Sasha watching Velvet as she stroked, kissed and licked her way around Sasha’s body.  Peter caught Sasha’s eye and questioned her wordlessly hoping that she was okay with what was happening to her.  She smiled and nodded that she was just fine and he breathed a sigh of relief.  Fascinated he continued to watch as the scene unfolded before him.

Velvet stood very close to Sasha so that their bodies touched at nipples, tummies and thighs and she ran her hands up from Sasha’s bottom, across the expanse of her back and over her shoulders, lightly trailing her fingertips down along Sasha’s spine.  Over and over she followed the same path until she felt Sasha relax into her embrace.  Then she began to kiss the side of her neck and slowly her kisses moved lower to the valley between Sasha’s breasts and they circled each aureole in turn never touching the now hardened nipples.

Sasha sighed with an increased fervor, wanting more but afraid to ask, still afraid of what admitting to what this mounting desire within her might mean, so she let things progress at Velvet’s direction.  Velvet’s kisses moved lower and lower and Sasha’s body writhed with her building excitement.  Velvet’s fingers traced a teasing path over Sasha’s sex, “That touch, it’s so much like Peter’s.  Oh please don’t stop. It feels so wonderful” she begged.

Velvet lifted her head briefly, smiled, and continued to tease the swollen lips of Sasha’s sex.  Sasha smiled also and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations that the movement of Velvet’s fingers created in her.  For several minutes Velvet continued her soft touches until Sasha began to squirm restlessly.  Velvet knew she was very close to another climax, but she needed more to push her over the edge.  She hoped that Sasha would ask for what she wanted.  If she did, then Velvet felt that Sasha would have made a break-though in her emotional denial of gaining pleasure from the touch of a woman.  So she continued her touch, unvaried in strength or speed.

At last Sasha could stand the teasing touch no longer and she begged, “Velvet, please I need more.  I want more, I want to come.  Please suck on me.”   Peter was amazed to hear her beg Velvet for more.  He had often played that game of teasing to distraction with Sasha and more often than not she never said a word.  Usually she just waited for him to make the next move.  “Perhaps this is a break-though for us as well.  I wonder how Velvet was able to get her to do that?  I must remember to ask her when we are finished.” he speculated as the scene continued to unfold before him.

Velvet’s small pointed tongue reached out and once more drew on Sasha’s extended clit, stoking and flicking at it just as Velvet liked it done to her.  “Oh God, yes…that’s perfect.  Please don’t stop, I’m so close.” Sasha moaned.

Sasha’s back arched and she let out shout of completed passion as Peter came up behind her and hugged her.  “You were so marvelous to watch, I’m so hard and I want you so much right now.  I love you, sweetheart.” he whispered seductively in her ear.

“Oh, Peter….I love you too, but it’s too much I can’t handle anything more just now.  Please understand.”

“Yes, I know…it’s okay.”  He continued to hold Sasha close as Velvet undid the restraints that were holding her.  As soon as they were removed, he gathered Sasha into his arms and carried her to the nearest chair and cuddled her close.  Velvet came over and stroked her arm softly.  “Are you okay?  Was all of this okay with you?  Are we still friends?” she asked worriedly.

“Yes….yes to all your questions.  I’m just a bit tired and I’ve got a lot of things to work out in my head.  But yes I’m okay with this and most importantly, yes we are still friends.”

“Velvet, I just have to ask, how were you able to get Sasha to beg for more?  I have often tried to do that and my success rate is pretty low.”

A short chuckle was her first response.  She looked at Sasha and grinned, “Shall we let him in on the secret?”  Sasha laughed and nodded.

“Well Peter, what most men don’t realize is that when they elicit a response they want from us they seem to think that they must vary what it is they are doing to be something more.  The trick is don’t change what you’re doing.  If light gentle teasing on her sex seems to get you the response you are looking for keep it up.  Don’t change the rhythm or intensity of it at all, make us want more by not doing more.  Don’t change what you are doing and finally we won’t be able to stand being that close to the edge any longer and we will beg for more.  Sometimes it’s the amount of time that you spend doing just one thing right as opposed to lots of things close to right that makes us ask for more.  Women know this about each other and it’s why they sometimes like having other women make love to them.”

“That’s it!  That’s the secret?  That’s too easy.”  Both women giggled and nodded their heads in unison.

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