Dominic and Lesley were in love with life. At 20 years and 19 years respectively, they had made the crazy madcap decision to elope, against their parents wishes, move from rural Southern California where they were both raised and travel overseas. They had dreamed of travelling to New Zealand, and shortly after their Las Vegas matrimonial ceremony they flew out from LAX for the 12 hour flight, cuddling and kissing like two young kids on an exciting adventure, which is not far from the truth.

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Having arrived in New Zealand, Dominic and Lesley headed to Lake Taupo where they knew they could find work in one of the many cafes or tourist activities that are abundant in this popular holiday destination. Having spent the first two weeks in backpackers’ accommodation they searched around Lake Taupo for a more permanent place to live. Responding to an ad in the local Taupo Times newspaper they were delighted to rent a large room in an upmarket apartment close to the lake.

Their new landlady, Lady Sonia, was a delight. A single lady in her early-40’s, she welcomed Dominic and Lesley with open arms, and treated them both as if they were her own children. In fact, on occasions, Lady Sonia would admonish them as if they were her younger infants, but she would always do if with a twinkle in her eye and loving smile, so that the newly weds would happily oblige by tidying up the dishes they had left in the lounge, or whatever their misdeed was. Anyway, coming from rural California, they knew they had a lot to learn about life. They never dreamed how much they were about to learn of life, what hidden desires one may harbour, and how these may be fulfilled.

Like any newly weds, Dominic and Lesley loved sex. Dominic knew very little about the intricacies of foreplay, preferring to quickly ram his eager penis into Lesley’s sweet, moist vagina. Lesley would respond with powerful, noisy moans that built to a shuddering orgasm. It was quick and passionate, as may be expected from two young lovers.

It was Friday night and Dominic and Lesley were looking forward to the weekend after a long week working in the Replete Café. For once they both had the weekend off. After watching a movie on television with Lady Sonia, the newly weds decided to head off to bed for a much needed sleep.

“Off to bed, then?” Lady Sonia fixed her engaging smile on both of them. They both nodded and bid Lady Sonia goodnight.

“I hope you are not planning to have sex tonight?”

Lady Sonia’s statement stopped both of them mid step. Had they heard correctly?

“What do you mean?” Lesley managed to stutter.

“My dear, if they gave out Oscars for the noisiest orgasm, you would win hands down. Even the porn queens couldn’t compete with you.”

Lesley could feel her face blush bright red. It was true. She knew she screamed while in the throes of orgasm. The noise came from deep within and she just couldn’t control herself. It was a primal scream of deep satisfaction.

“Well?” Lady Sonia directed her question to Dominic. Dominic responded with a dumbfounded expression.

“Are you planning to have sex?” Lady Sonia pressed the point

Dominic shrugged shyly. “I’m not sure,” he managed to whisper.

“Come here and stand in front of me.” Lady Sonia beckoned to Dominic.

For a moment he stood his ground before shuffling over to Lady Sonia, his hands in his pockets and his head looking at his feet. He looked every bit the young lad about to get a scolding from his mother.

“Come closer” Dominic stepped forward and now stood directly in front of Lady Sonia.

Without warning Lady Sonia reached out and unbuckled Dominic’s belt.

“What are you doing?” Dominic exclaimed anxiously, but made no attempt to move away.

Lady Sonia ignored him. She proceeded to unzip his jeans. Lesley’s mouth hung open in disbelief at what she was witnessing. With aggression Lady Sonia pulled Dominic’s jeans to his knees, exposing bright blue boxers covered in pink hearts.

Lady Sonia couldn’t help but smile. “What lovely boxers. So….tastelessly youthful”

Dominic was more embarrassed than he had been in his life. He knew he could stop it all by moving away, but his feet felt anchored to the floor. To add to his utter humiliation his penis was reacting to the situation in a way it never should, and he knew his erection would be obvious to all to see.

With a wicked glint in her eye Lady Sonia roughly pulled the boxer shorts down. Dominic’s erect penis sprung into view. Dominic did not dare to glance at his beautiful young wife. What must she be thinking?

“ This delightful little fella is much too full of life,” Lady Sonia stared into Dominic’s embarrassed face, “which for me means another night of disrupted sleep while your darling little wife screams her orgasmic heart out in blissful ignorance of others in the house.

Lesley was angry. She was being treated like a child, and this woman had no right to be embarrassing her husband in this manner. She was about to mutter her disgust when events took a turn for the worse. Lady Sonia brazenly reached out with her hand and wrapped it around Dominic’s penis, then proceeded to stroke it, slowly at first before increasing the rhythm. Dominic let out a low groan. He knew it was so wrong, but he was powerless to stop the events that were engulfing him.

His legs begun to buckle as he felt his orgasm build. His fit young body shuddered as the orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer. Lady Sonia had placed her other hand over the end of his penis and he ejaculated into her palm. Lady Sonia continued with long strokes until Dominic was well and truly spent.

Lady Sonia squeezed her hand into a fist. The sperm squelched between her fingers. She turned to a horrified Lesley, and gave one of her charming smiles.

“Perhaps now I might get a good night’s sleep.”

Embarrassed beyond belief at what he had allowed to happen to himself, Dominic pulled up his boxers and jeans and began to sidle out the room.

“Not so quick, the two of you,” Lady Sonia’s voice carried authority. “Do either of you own pyjamas?”

Both shook their heads from side to side.

“I thought as much.” Lady Sonia reached for her purse and took out $60. “Tomorrow I want both of you to go out and purchase some modest flannelette pyjamas.”

“We don’t want your money, and we don’t want pyjamas!” Lesley whimpered petulantly.

“You will do want Lady Sonia requests, because I know you are both lovely young people who want to please, but just need some guidance. You are, after all, both very young.” Lady Sonia placed the money in Dominic’s hand. “Now run along, and tomorrow night I want you both to report down to me, in your nice new pyjamas, before you go to bed.”

The newly weds quickly retreated, both in a state of shock. One of them was very angry, the other acutely embarrassed.

“How could you?” Lesley could hardly bring herself to speak. Dominic could only shrug. He had no understanding of why he had let himself be humiliated in such a manner.

It was a very quiet night, and needless to say there was no sex.

It was Saturday morning and Lesley and Dominic were surprised they had slept in late. After dressing they quietly made their way down the stairs, hoping that they may avoid the embarrassment of coming into contact with their landlady. To their surprise Lady Sonia was in the kitchen and had breakfast and coffee ready for them. She was her normal bright and cherry self and chatted as if nothing had happened. Her only reference to the previous night was an offhand comment that she had had such a good nights sleep. Lesley could not help but blush.

After breakfast the newly weds ventured into town to purchase some groceries for Lady Sonia. As they strolled down the street they came across a shop that sold pyjamas. Both looked at each other. They had not discussed Lady Sonia’s request.

“What harm is there?” Dominic pleaded. “If we don’t do as she asked we risk offending her and will then be out in the street. It is such a lovely place, and the rent is very cheap. We will never find anything near as good.”

“Whatever,” was Lesley’s petulant response. The truth was she was so confused she did not know what to think.

However she did not resist when Dominic led her into the shop, and they soon departed with what Lesley thought were unflattering, baggy, striped, flannelette pyjamas.

That night they decided to take in a movie. There was nothing that either of them particularly wanted to see, but to Lesley it was preferable to spending the evening with their landlady. When they got home they were dismayed to see that Lady Sonia was still up. Silently the trudged up the stairs to their bedroom. As they undressed, Dominic did not hesitate to put on his pyjamas. Lesley frowned in anger and stormed into the bathroom, but when she returned a few minutes later she was wearing her new pyjamas, the cord around her waist pulled tightly as she feared her pyjama bottoms would fall down. Silently they made their way down the stairs.

They stood at the doorway to the lounge where Lady Sonia was sitting.

“Night,” they both mumbled, and tried to beat a hasty retreat.

“Come in here and show Lady Sonia your sweet pyjamas.” Reluctantly they both obliged, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“Come over to me, Dominic,” Lady Sonia beckoned with her finger.

Dominic hesitated, and glanced over to his darling young wife. ‘No’, she silently mouthed to him. Dominic looked back at his landlady.

“Now, young man! Don’t make me come over and get you.”

Dominic’s resistance evaporated. Before he knew it he was standing perilously close to the seated figure of his landlady.

Brazenly she reached out and grabbed Dominic’s penis through his pyjamas. “How is my favourite little penis tonight? Is it going to behave itself or does it need some relief to ensure I get a good nights sleep?”

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Dominic tried to stammer that he was fine, but his penis quickly betrayed him. Lady Sonia could not suppress a wry smile.

“Please drop those pyjama trousers now,” Lady Sonia spoke quietly, as if her request was nothing more than asking him to pass the salt.

“No!” Lesley cried out, “don’t Dominic”

“Now, don’t be jealous young lady. I’m not about to steal your man. As charming as Dominic is, he’s not my type. I like to swing the other way, if you know what I mean.” Lady Sonia was staring directly at Lesley with piercing blue eyes. “But you, my dear, I would love to eat.” Lady Sonia laughingly licked her lips seductively.

Lesley felt a shiver go up her spine. They had never seen their landlady with a male companion, but it had not dawned on them that she may be gay.

Lady Sonia quickly turned her attention back to Dominic. “Drop them.”

Nervously he obeyed. When he loosened his pyjama bottoms they quickly fell to a heap on the floor, revealing his semi-erect penis. Lady Sonia enveloped his member with her hand and squeezed tightly. Despite Dominic’s discomfort his penis swelled to its full potential. It only took a few deep, hard strokes by his landlady before he erupted in orgasm. Dominic groaned in deep satisfaction. Lady Sonia again captured the squirting sperm with her free hand.

Turning to Lesley she opened her hand and gazed down at the sperm, almost as if she expected little tadpoles to be swimming about.

“Go and fetch me a tissue, sweetie.” Lady Sonia directed her request at Lesley. Lesley responded with a look of absolute disbelief. Her landlady had not only just masturbated her husband, but now was expecting her to fetch a tissue to clean off the sperm.

Despite her outrage, Lesley found herself going to the kitchen and fetching the box of tissues. She threw them onto her landlady’s lap.

“Pick up the tissues, take one out, and wipe up your darling young husband’s sperm, unless you would rather lick it off my palm!”

Lesley rapidly recovered the box of tissues, removed one and quickly began wiping up the sperm. She froze when Lady Sonia reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“You really are a beauty.” Lady Sonia made it sound like a genuine compliment, and Lesley could not help herself from blushing. “I really mean it. You are very beautiful.”

Chapter 2

That Saturday night had set the scene for what was to become a nightly ritual for the next 2 weeks. At bedtime Lesley and Dominic would shower, put on their pyjamas, and descend the stairs into the lounge, where Lady Sonia, their landlady, would be sitting, either reading a book or watching television. By now Dominic knew the routine. He would paddle over to Lady Sonia and stand patiently beside her chair. Lesley would stand at the doorway, projecting her best frown. She was a reluctant spectator in this whole charade, and she despised the hold that Lady Sonia had over her husband (a hold, both figuratively and literally!).

Nonchalantly Lady Sonia would reach out and grip Dominic’s penis over his pyjama bottoms. If it failed to respond, she beamed them her best smile and bid them both goodnight.

If his penis did respond, which was more often than not, Lady Sonia would tilt her head and nod. She didn’t have to say anything. Dominic would untie the cord of his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. His landlady would squeeze tight and then pump him. Sometimes she was gentle, other times she pumped so hard that his eyes watered.

Even though he would try to hold back, he would ejaculate quickly into Lady Sonia’s hand. Lesley knew it was her task to fetch the tissue, and even though she hated doing it, she knew that the quicker she did her little job the sooner they would be able to say goodnight to their landlady.

Lesley could not believe that her love life was disappearing into the palm of her landlady’s hand, all apparently for the sake of a good nights sleep. She had no desire to live a life of celibacy. Lady Sonia had already informed them several nights earlier that when she felt they were ready for it she would allow them to have sex, but they must seek her permission before hand. Lesley almost screamed in disbelief. ‘The cheek of the woman,’ she silently fumed. ‘She might have a hold over my husband, but she won’t control me!’

Two weeks after the nightly ritual had begun Lesley saw her chance. For one of the few times Lady Sonia had ventured out for the evening and had not returned by 10.00pm. Lesley and Dominic were in the lounge watching a movie. Lesley went to the window and peered through the curtains. No sign of Lady Sonia’s car in the driveway. Hastily she turned off the television, which caused her husband to protest that he was watching the movie. Lesley ignored him, instead grabbing him by the arm and hauling him upstairs.

By the time they reached the bedroom Lesley had reached under her dress and wrenched off her knickers. She felt so damn randy as it seemed like an age since she had had sex. She threw herself onto their bed and tried to haul her resisting husband down on top of her

“No honey, we can’t,” Dominic protested, “Lady Sonia told us we can’t have sex without her permission.”

“To hell with Lady Sonia.” With that Lesley sat up and pulled her dress over her head and quickly removed her bra so that she was totally naked. She well knew that her husband was always totally turned by the sight of her naked body. She had been a competitive swimmer until recently and had the characteristic broad shoulders, beautifully formed, petite 32 inch breasts, narrow waist and long muscular legs that seemed to go forever. Her blond hair was layered and shoulder length. Lesley was rightly well proud of her body.

Predictably, Dominic’s resistance quickly melted away. He swiftly removed his jeans and boxers, and laughingly threw himself on the bed. He quickly entered his wife and could not believe how wet she was. He realised how tough the past two weeks of deprivation must have been on her. In no time they both erupted in a noisy chorus of groaning and moaning, both wishing the ecstasy of their orgasms could last forever.

Afterwards they climbed under the sheets and enjoyed the feeling of sleeping naked, without the hindrance of their flannelette pyjamas.

The next morning, which was a Sunday, Lesley awoke late, and peered over at her still sleeping husband. She smiled to herself. She felt good, especially about the fact she had got one over her landlady. It felt like a great victory, akin to when she won a race at a big swim meet. She was tempted to awaken Dominic and have sex with him again, but decided not to push her luck. Instead she showered and dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast. When she came across Lady Sonia in the kitchen she couldn’t help but give a self-satisfied smile.

“You look like the cat that just got the cream,” Lady Sonia chirped.

‘If only she knew,’ Lesley thought smugly to herself

Following a day spent at the beach and a cheap meal at a local restaurant the newly weds returned. Lady Sonia was snuggled up in her favourite chair reading a Jefferson Parker novel. Dominic and Lesley showered, reluctantly put on their flannelette pyjamas, and ventured back downstairs to say goodnight to their landlady. Awkwardly Dominic went and stood in front of his landlady. He was pretty sure that following last night’s sex that his penis would behave and remain flaccid.

He stood in front of his landlady, but she made no move to reach out and grip his penis. In fact she totally ignored him. Dominic glanced over at Lesley and frowned. Lesley shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, but underneath her calm veneer she was becoming concerned. Something was up, and it made her nervous.

After what seemed like an eternity Lady Sonia put her book down and looked up at Dominic, before slowly shifting her gaze to Lesley. Lesley could feel herself beginning to sweat, and cursed herself for not being stronger.

“Come over here, Lesley.” Lady Sonia beckoned for her to stand in front of her beside Dominic.

Lesley briefly flirted with the thought of refusing, but instead found herself shuffling across the carpet to stand beside her husband. She was so close she could smell Lady Sonia’s perfume, but didn’t have the courage to look her in the eye. Again she cursed her own weakness. It shouldn’t be like this. She was a proud, independent woman, well able to stand up for herself. She had been the main instigator in persuading Dominic to elope and travel to New Zealand. She saw herself as strong and independent, not weak and subservient.

“Look at me, Lesley,” Lady Sonia’s voice was quiet but carried authority. Lesley forced herself to look up at her landlady.

“You had sex last night.” It was not said as a question, but a statement of fact.

Dominic opened his mouth to utter a denial, but Lady Sonia raised her hand.

“I am talking to Lesley. Please don’t lie to me, young lady.”

“What if we did,” Lesley suddenly responded petulantly, “you might think you control our sex lives, but you don’t, you know.”

“Did I not say to you that you needed my permission before you could have sex?”

“I’m not asking you if I can…”

Lady Sonia interrupted her mid sentence and patiently repeated her question.

Lesley wanted to be strong but she could feel her resistance melting away like ice on a hot day. She had this horrible feeling of inevitability in her gut.

“Well, did I?” Lady Sonia continued to push for an answer

“Yes,” Lesley responded in almost a whisper.

“Go to my bedroom and get the wooden hairbrush off the top of my dresser.”

Lesley’s eyes opened as wide as saucers and she stared at her landlady incredulously.

“Now, girl! If I have to go and get it myself you will certainly regret it.”

Lesley whimpered and her bottom lip pouted. The walk to the bedroom felt like a trip to the gallows. The hairbrush sat on the dresser. It looked huge and foreboding. ‘Surely she is not going to do what I am fearing she might do,’ Lesley’s mind raced. She had been smacked by her stepfather as a thirteen year old when she had sneaked out of her bedroom one night to go to a party she had been forbidden to attend, but she was only a girl then, not the full grown adult she is now. ‘Adult woman don’t get spanked,’ she rationalised to herself.

“Hurry up, young lady!”

Lady Sonia’s voice made her jump. She had been staring at the hairbrush in a trance. With great reluctance she picked it up. It was heavy in her hand. Slowly she made her way back to the lounge. She tried to muster her courage; the inner strength she felt she possessed, but it had abandoned her. Resuming her place beside Dominic, she held out the hairbrush which Lady Sonia took from her and placed on her lap.

“Take down your pyjama bottoms.”

Lesley’s heart began to beat even more frantically. She tried to muster her courage.

“No, I won’t. You can’t make me!” Even to herself her voice sounded like a petulant whine. She felt like the 13 year old all over again.

It all happened so quickly that Lesley did not even have time to react. Lady Sonia bounded to her feet, hairbrush firmly gripped in her left hand. With her free hand she took hold of Lesley’s arm and swung her side on. Without any hesitation Lady Sonia took to the young lady’s backside with the hairbrush. The smacking noise filled the room, followed quickly by Lesley’s howls of shock and pain. She began prancing up and down and frantically tried to pull away but her landlady held her firmly in place with surprising strength. Dominic had stepped back in surprise, his mouth wide open. He had never witnessed anything like this before.

After a flurry of spanks on her backside, Lesley began sobbing real tears. She pleaded with Lady Sonia to stop.

“Will you do what you are told?” Lady Sonia demanded.

“Yes, yes!” Lesley blurted out between sobs and screams.

“Say ‘Yes, Mummy’” Lady Sonia continued to spank her.

“Yes, Mummy!” Lesley didn’t care what she said if it would stop that wicked hairbrush reigning down on her poor bottom.

The spanking stopped, and Lesley wiped the tears rolling down her cheek. She could not believe what had just happened to her. Lady Sonia sat down and crossed her arms, a satisfied look on her face. She stared patiently at Lesley.

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Lesley could not believe the act of undressing could be so gut wrenching and humiliating. She was use to being nude, and in fact sometimes liked to flirt her nude body in the women’s dressing room when she was at a big swim meet. Most of the girls would go into the shower cubical to take off their swimming suits after a race, but Lesley would strip off at the far end of the dressing room and brazenly stroll down to the shower. She liked the feeling of some girls stealing an admiring glance at her body as she passed by.

But this situation was far different; being forced to take off her pyjama bottoms while standing directly in front of a relative stranger was so humiliating. It was then that Lesley remembered that her landlady had professed to being gay and she had to force herself not to run away in shame.

With great reticence she untied the cord to her pyjamas, took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then let her trousers fall to the floor. She was thankful that her pyjama top was long and would cover her pubic triangle, but her landlady was not about to let her off so easily.

“Lift your pyjama top up to your waist and hold it there.”

“Noooo!” Lesley pleaded

Lady Sonia picked the hairbrush up from beside her chair and began to stand up. This quickly sprung Lesley into action. She gathered her pyjama shirt and lifted it up slightly.

“Higher,” Lady Sonia demanded.

Lesley could feel herself blushing with shame. She lifted her shirt higher and knew that her pubic region was totally exposed to her landlady.

Lady Sonia sucked air in between her teeth, obviously enjoying the sight that had been reluctantly revealed to her. “How delightful. Delicate milky skin topped off with a thick thatch of beautiful pubes. I would have taken you for being blond all over that sweet body of yours.”

It was true. Even though the hair on her head was naturally a light blonde, her pubic hair was pitch black. She thought it was pretty neat to be a bit different, but right at this moment all it did was add to her embarrassment.

“Get over my knee.”

“Please don’t punish me again,” Lesley pleaded, “my bottom is so sore. Please!” Lesley remembered how Lady Sonia had asked her to call her Mummy when she pleaded for the spanking to stop. “Please…please Mummy, don’t spank me again. I realise I have done wrong.”

The use of ‘Mummy’ made Lady Sonia smile, and obviously caused her to reconsider. “Alright my little darling, I won’t spank you again tonight”

“Oh, thank you, Mummy,” Lesley decided to reinforce the good impression she had made by addressing Lady Sonia in the same manner again. Even though it felt totally weird, she would say anything to avoid the hairbrush.

“Not tonight, But you are still owed a spanking and you will receive it tomorrow night. Now off to bed the both of you”

Lesley’s heart sank, but she did not have the courage to protest unless her landlady changed her mind and decided on further punishment tonight.

When the newly weds got to bed they spoke very little. Both were too shell shocked to try and rationalise what had happened to them in recent weeks. They knew they could pack their bags and go to the backpackers until they found somewhere else to live, but for some bewildering reason neither of them raised the subject. Dominic reached over and sympathetically rubbed her tender bottom as they drifted off to sleep. Any thoughts of further illicit sex were well and truly off the menu.

The following day, Monday, both Dominic and Lesley were working at the café. Lesley was thankful of the distraction as it took her mind off the spanking Lady Sonia had promised her. Her mind kept straying back to the events of the night before, trying to make sense of it, but it was too bewildering for her to comprehend so she forced herself to think of other matters. She found herself thinking of her own Mother, Stepfather and her younger sister. Her Dad, who was an alcoholic and violent when drunk, had thankful left when Lesley was nine, and her Mum had remarried a couple of years later. Her Step Dad was strict, but very fair and loving. Lesley knew that her family would be worried about her. She had never said goodbye, but had left a note to say her and Dominic were eloping and going to New Zealand. For the first time she felt guilty, and just a little homesick.

The day dragged by for the newly weds, and in the evening that sat silently in their bedroom and read. Both avoided any conversation of what had happened the night before, or what was likely to unfold tonight.

Chapter 3

Lesley reluctantly looked at the clock on the wall. It was passed 10.00pm and she knew she could not put off the inevitable any longer. Both had already showered and changed into their pyjamas. With a heavy sigh, Lesley stood, took Dominic by the hand, and led him down the stairs.

With great trepidation they snuck their heads around the doorway into the lounge. They half hoped their landlady may have gone to bed, but there was to be no such luck tonight. She was seated in her favourite chair, deeply absorbed in her book.

Without looking up Lady Sonia spoke quietly, “Come in my darlings, take off your pyjama bottoms, and stand in front of me.”

“Both of us?” Dominic enquired

Lady Sonia looked up from her book and smiled, “Yes my dear, both of you.”

Neither thought of refusing her request. For some totally weird reason it seemed as if they had no choice other than to submit. Quietly they both removed their pyjama trousers, and then stood awkwardly, covering their pubic regions with their hands. Dominic took the lead and walked over to stand in the front of Lady Sonia. Silently Lesley followed.

For what seemed an eternity they were left standing in front of her, naked from the waist down. Finally Lady Sonia exaggerated the act of closing her book and with a big sigh putting in on the table beside her.

“Right my dears, who is to be first?”

Dominic’s jaw dropped. It had not occurred to him that he was also to be punished. He just assumed it was going to be Lesley, and he was going to have to endure the agony of watching. He now realised he was going to experience the agony first hand.

“No volunteers. Right, Dominic you are up first. Go and fetch my hairbrush.”

Dominic did not have it in himself to protest. He also knew that he was equally to blame for them having had illicit sex. Meekly he shuffled to the bedroom and returned with the hairbrush. Now that he was holding it for himself, it looked to be even more of a fearsome object than the last time he had seen it.

With great difficulty he handed over the hairbrush. He had never been punished like this before, by being spanked. Up to now his experiences at the hands of his landlady had been pleasurable. More pleasurable than he could ever bring himself to admit to Lesley. Even though he was as humiliated as hell by submitting to Lady Sonia’s fondling of his penis, in some way it made his orgasms even more intense than ever. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend it.

Before he had a chance to even think about it, Lady Sonia had hold of his arm and pull him over her thighs. He could not believe how vulnerable he felt. Just as quickly the smacks of the hairbrush starting reining down on his exposed rear. He yelped like a puppy, from the mixture of surprise and pain. He had never experienced anything like it before. He tried to be a man and hold back the tears, which he managed to do just, but could not suppress his loud sobs. In no time at all his backside felt like it was on fire, and he found himself pleading to his landlady for forgiveness.

Finally the spanking ceased and Dominic tenderly pulled himself off his landlady’s lap. He tried to contain his sobbing, while at the same time rubbing his backside in a futile effort to dull the pain

Lady Sonia looked over at a very apprehensive Lesley, gave her an engaging smile, and then patted her lap in a clear sign that it was now Lesley’s turn to take her punishment.

Lesley felt small and vulnerable, like a young child. She did not want to be spanked, but despite her apprehension she was surprised that the thought of being smacked was not as abhorrent to her as she felt it should be. These conflicting emotions confused her, however she was given no time to dwell on it. Before she knew it she was lying across Lesley’s lap, and after having her position briefly rearranged so her buttocks were nice and high in the air the smacks began to rain down. For what seemed like an eternity to Lesley her rear was pummelled with a flurry of strong blows.

She quickly gave up any pretence of being a mature adult, and she let her tears flow freely as she howled in pain. Just when she felt it would never end, it did. Lesley allowed herself to slide off her landlady’s lap and onto the carpet, while clutching her battered buttocks.

After being given a few minutes to compose themselves, Lady Sonia made both of them stand in front of her. Secretly she could not help but admire the sight before her. Two gorgeous young adults, tear-stained faces, naked from the waste with glowing red buttocks.

“Have you two learnt your lesson.”

The newly weds both nodded without hesitation.

“I can’t hear you,” Lady Sonia held her hand to her ear to emphasise the point.

“Yes,” they chorused

“Yes, what?” Lady Sonia persisted.

After a brief hesitation Lesley responded, “Yes, Mummy.”

“Dominic?”

“Yes, Mummy.”

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She stood in the tiny cabin, looking out the windows, towards the horizon, towards the smoking, sinking wreck of a ship. Then she moved her head, looking about the tiny cabin, noticing his bed hanging from ropes, swinging slowly back and forth. She noticed his desk, the single chair. She noticed a carpet, frayed and worn, upon the deck. She looked again out of the windows at the smoking sinking wreck of the ship. Once she sat at the captains’ table. Once she strolled on his quarterdeck. Now she stood in a strange cabin, her hands tied tightly behind her back.

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She knew her fate. Every woman knew her fate when captured by pirates. Lady Sonia fought against the fear gripping her throat, like the hand of a pirate, choking her.

She wondered about him, what he looked like, how he might behave. She saw his men, smelled his men. They were ugly men, dressed in ragged clothes, holding smoking pistols and bloody cutlasses. They captured her, bound her.

She saw the smoke of the ship as a smudge against the horizon.

Someone opened the cabin door behind her. She turned her head, looked at him.

He stood about six feet in height, his hair just brushing the beams above his head. His blue eyes burned with passionate intensity. His eyes did not look at her, but deeply inside of her. She felt his eyes as a tangible force through her dress, her silken garments. She felt his eyes touch her flesh, and her flesh shied from his touch.

She felt her breathing stop.

He closed the door behind himself, took two steps to his desk, sat. He continued to study her.

“Sir, I am a woman of title. I assure you my uncle will pay greatly for my return.”

A thin smile formed on his face.

She noticed a scar running from his ear, down his cheek.

She turned to face him. “Provided I am returned to him intact.”

He opened a drawer of his desk, without looking, keeping his blue eyes steadily upon her. He pulled out a parchment, held it up.

“Your Uncle, Duncan? Duncan, fifth Lord of Shrewsberry?”

She stared at him, confused at how he managed to know her uncles name.

“The same Uncle who sent you to Jamaica, to wed a popinjay named Edward something.”

“The same,” she stammered, confused, suddenly more afraid than before.

“Edward the popinjay doesn’t exist, and your Uncle Duncan commissioned me to capture and destroy your ship, insuring your complete disappearance. He paid me well, two hundred pounds. He will pay me another eight hundred when proof of your ships loss is received. I would say, Lady Sonia, I am being paid very well for you indeed.”

Lady Sonia stood quite still, her breath coming in rapid pants, her breasts heaving beneath her tight whalebone corset.

“Intact somehow failed to get mentioned in the contract.” He glanced at the paper in his hand, smiled again. “Indeed, Lord Shrewsberry suggested I might even earn an extra sum selling you to a brothel in Barbados.

“This, this is a lie, a damnable lie. My Uncle would never consider such an action. It, it . .” She found herself incapable of words.

“Your father left you with a sizable estate, some eight hundred hectares, and a manor. When you wed, your uncle will have no further control over those revenues. And he has amassed some sizable gambling debts. When you no longer exist, the estate passes naturally into his hands. It adds considerably to his wealth. I’m afraid you stood in the way of doubling his estates, and paying his debts.”

“This can not be true. I will not believe you.”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. It only matters if I believe it. And I assure you, Lady Sonia, I believe it completely.”

“What, what are your intentions with me?”

“Barbados sounds attractive.” He stood, placing the parchment on his desk. Lady Sonia saw a dagger tucked in his belt. He reached for the dagger, drawing it out. Lady Sonia closed her eyes. She heard his boots on the hard wooden deck and frayed carpet beneath her feet.

She felt his hand against her cheek.

Lady Sonia tried to pray. Her rising feelings of terror confused her thoughts. His touch crowded her thoughts, chasing prayers away.

His hand wandered from her cheek to her neck. She tried twisting away from his touch.

He grabbed her hair, yanked back her head.

She felt his lips pressing hard against her own. She never felt a kiss before. No man was ever allowed so close to her person. Her Uncle kept her too carefully watched. He denied her any suitor.

She felt something, something more than the terror, vibrating in her soul. She felt a feeling she had no means to describe. She felt as though through his lips, her breath, her reason abandoned her. Her head swam, spun, felt light. Her legs felt weak beneath her.

His hand strayed down her neck, to the soft flesh at the top of her bodice.

His lips released her own. He backed away from her. She stood quite still, breathing quickly, deeply.

“You are quite untouched.”

“Yes.” She managed to stammer in reply.

“By even so much as a kiss.”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“How great a waste.”

She stood quite still, clenching her tiny hands behind her back, feeling the terror rising in her breast, delighting in the terror rising in her breast, for it was a strange feeling, an unknown feeling. All her life she enjoyed control, control over the servants, control over her life. Certainly she enjoyed more control over her life than most other women her age of sixteen years. Now she had nothing. All the control over her life vanished when the cannons of his ship thundered. All control left when a rope tied her hands behind her back.

He was a pirate. He held no sense of honor, no sense of moral justice. Not law, convention, morality, family, station in life, protected her. Nothing whatever stood between his intentions and her virtue. She felt her terror sap her strength. She felt as though she might collapse upon the deck.

She opened her eyes, to look at him again.

She saw the dagger in his hand. He stood looking at her, tapping the dagger lightly against his leg.

He took a step towards her, walked around her. She felt the dagger against the lacing of her dress. She felt her lacings give way against the sharp blade. Her dress hung loosely on her shoulders. His hand came to her neck again, lightly. His finger tips traced lines against her flesh. Lightning bolts passes from the tips of his fingers, through her flesh, into her soul. His fingertips slid across her naked shoulders, to the top of her dress, pushing her dress from her shoulders, baring her shoulders.

His fingers left her shoulders. She felt his dagger tug at her dress, cutting through the heavy silk. She felt her dress fall from her body. She felt the dagger slice the threads of her corset. She felt it loosen on her body. Her lungs expanded in a sudden intake of breath. She looked down at her breasts, suddenly exposed. She saw her nipples, hard, pointed.

His hand reached around her, cupped her breasts.

Lady Sonia cried out. A sudden cry escaped her lips. Her head fell backwards, against his shoulder. Her shoulder blades pressed themselves together. His fingers took her nipple, pinched it, rubbed it. Lady Sonia found her eyes clouding with tears.

Finally his hands left her breast. They rubbed her body downwards, to her waist, to her hips. They pushed against her few remaining garments, her petticoats. Her petticoats slid down her hips, down her legs, to the deck atop the blue of her dress.

Her clenched fists pressed against something hard beneath the fabric of his pants.

Her body stood exposed to his gaze. He walked around her, holding his dagger, tapping his dagger against his leg. She felt his eyes study her body.

“I beg you sir.” She paused, gasping for air. “I beg you sir, I am a virgin.”

His eyes continued to study her body. She saw his eyes, saw them looking at her breasts, looking at the black triangle between her legs. Her cheeks flushed hotly.

“Please sir, I will comply with your desires, but do not hurt me.”

“And if I treat you gently, what bounty have you left to offer?”

“My willing consent. I trade my consent for your consideration of my condition.”

“You strike easy bargains with the devil.”

“I have nothing remaining with which to bargain.”

“Indeed. You have not even that. Do you think it matters to me if you are willing or not? There is still Barbados. If you are an unwilling wench, I’ll sell you for sixpence. If you show some measure of, of delight, then perhaps I might spare you that particular disgrace.”

Lady Sonia felt panic surge through her body. Indeed, she had nothing remaining with which to bargain. All control vanished suddenly from her grasp.

“I am at your mercy.”

“You always have been.”

He stepped to her, taking her in his arms, pressing his body tightly against her own. She felt again the hardness beneath his trousers.

He picked her up, placed her on his bed, naked, bound, upon his bed.

Then he undressed.

Lady Sonia never saw a man undress his body before. She lay upon her side, looking at him, her mouth open her eyes wide. She looked at his naked chest. She did not know men had hair upon their chest. She did not know men had nipples upon their chests as did women.

Then he untied the sash around his trousers. Her mind could not believe he would bare his body completely before her. She wanted to close her eyes. She wanted to take her eyes from his body. She could not. She could not.

He sat in the chair, removed his boots. Lady Sonia took a moments comfort watching him remove his boots. Then he stood again. His hands came to the waist of his paints. He pulled them down, reveling the most intimate secrets of his body.

The room became smaller. Her vision narrowed. She looked at him, and saw one thing only.

A new fear captured her soul.

She knew what men possessed, through conversations with her nurse. She knew men possessed a weapon, a sword, between their legs, as women possessed a scabbard for them to sheath it in. Never had she thought the weapon of a man to be so large. It appeared as a lance, bluntly tipped, raised in salute to her nakedness.

He came to his bed. With expert grace he placed his body in the bed, pushing his flesh against her flesh, his lance against her body. His hand came to her cheek, turning her face to his. Then he kissed her, gently, upon the lips.

Lady Sonia lost all sense of time, of space, of self.

His touch inflamed her.

His fingertips burned through her flesh.

She rolled on the bed, offering more of her body to his touch, to his lips. He kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck. His hand gently cupped her breasts. She pulled back her head, exposing her neck, and felt his kisses travel down her neck, to her breasts, to her pointed nipples. She let out a tiny whisper of fear, of delight, as his lips closed about her nipple, as his tongue played with her nipple. His hand traveled down her body, to the black curls guarding her most intimate place. His hand gently pressed against the flesh of her leg, and without her willing it, her legs parted easily to his touch.

And he touched her.

Cannons thundered in her brain.

Broadsides of feeling overtook her defenses.

Her bulwarks gave way to his touch. The fires of his passion invaded her. She announced her complete surrender with a whimper of pleasure, a sudden cry of pain, a tear announcing the incredible feelings overtaking her body, her person, her very soul. Her hands clutched the sheets of the bed beneath her back, tightly clutched the sheets, as though if she let go, she might fall to some unknown and dangerous place, might lose herself entirely in the feelings of his touch, in the pleasure she found in his body. . .

Lady Sonia stood on the quarterdeck of his ship, gazing at islands drifting past upon the horizon. She stood dressed in a loose shirt, opened widely at the top. A cool breeze lifted the hem of the shirt, exposing her legs. She looked over her shoulder, at him, standing against the helm of the ship. His eyes strayed to her, a smile crept across his face. She turned back to looking at the islands on the horizon. Perhaps, if he wanted, he might demand that she again return to his cabin. A thin contented smile pressed the corners of her lips.

Her mind drifted as the clouds above her. She thought of the things he might do. He might demand of her the shirt she wore, exposing her body to the crew of his ship. Or he might come up behind her and take her violently, there, upon the quarterdeck of his ship. Or he might take her by the hair and drag her to his cabin, and roughly, demandingly, force his will upon her.

She smiled again. Perhaps, in time, with only a little training, he might learn to do all of these things. “Yes.” She thought to herself as she looked at the islands drifting past upon the horizon, “Yes. He might be trained. He might learn how to excite me even more, use me even more completely.”

She smiled broadly. She felt a song surface to her lips. Control of her life seemed not so far distant, not so far as the islands upon the horizon. With but a little teaching, he would learn. There, there hid her control.

She heard herself laugh. She looked down at her breasts easily seen through the lose top of her shirt. She laughed that now, captured by a pirate, it seemed so simple to capture him.

I responded to a call from my temp agency to be at Madison and 63rd, at 9:00 am on Monday morning, for an undetermined length assignment.  Short on money I really wanted to make a good impression, hoping that they would keep me on for a while, so I showed up a half-hour early.  Walking into the lobby of the brown stone building, I was immediately met by a doorman.  He asked if he could help me and I told him I was looking for the company name printed on the paper I handed him.  He looked at the paper.  I blushed as he looked at me over from head to toe and pointed to the curved marble staircase that rose to the second floor.

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“Pardon me, young lady”, the elderly gentlemen said soberly.  “It’s just that you look pretty enough to be one of their catalog models.  Sorry again, mam, first door on the left.”  I turned away and walked quickly up the royal maroon strip of carpet that covered the center part of the ornate stairway.  The door at the top of the stairs was wooden framed with a frosted glass inset, which bore the legend Leather and Lace, Co. in gold script.  I blushed again thinking that the guard thought me to be a model for this company.  I screwed up my courage and knocked on the door.  I had to knock a second time before a handsome mid-thirtish man opened the door.

“Hello”, he said quietly.  “How may I help you?”

“I’m Sharon, the temporary administrative assistant you requested from
Ad Temps”, I replied quickly.  His face breaks into a grin.  “Excellent”, he
exclaims.  “I’m Mike Thatcher, one of the three partners for our company.  We
lost our secretary sooner than expected to maternity leave last Tuesday and the
office has been a disaster since.  Come on into my office and we’ll get through
the personal BS ASAP and then get you right to work.”  He had an engaging and
warm manner about him that made me feel like I was walking into his family home
and was being greeted as an old friend.  He helped me off with my coat and hung
it in a nearby closet that he said I should use in the future.  He then lead me
to the coffee machine and asked if I wanted any.  We each made our own and then
walked into his office.  It mirrored the man before me.

The room was paneled in a golden mahogany.  Plants lined the large picture
window.  A large wooden desk filled one corner of the office.  He ushered me
over to the plush leather couch and sat down himself in a chair across from me.
He set his cup and saucer down on the table between us and I quickly mimicked
him.  Sitting back his face lost some of his charm as he asked in a sober voice,
“You do understand what type of company you will be working for Sharon?”  I
looked at him intently, I felt as if there was some test I had to pass here.
“If you mean do I know that your company markets and sells lingerie and other
sexually related items”, I replied directly. “Then, yes I do realize what type
of company I will be working for.  But I don’t understand how that relates to
anything, I am just a temp doing her job, what could be the problem?”  He looked
away for a moment as if contemplating his answer, “Our Company makes quite a bit
more than just lingerie, and in fact what you referred to as ‘other sexually
related items’ covers quite a bit of ground.  We serve a very large clientele,
who have a wide variety of needs. We do our best to provide the products that
will let them achieve these desires.  These items include body oils, custom
condoms, vibrators, dildo’s, leather and latex fetish clothing, leather and
Velcro bondage equipment, How to books and videos…. the list goes on.”  He
looked deep into my eyes and said softly, “Sharon, the fact is that many women
are just uncomfortable typing memos and handling invoices which will include all
or at least some of these items, are you OK with this?”  I felt myself smiling
nervously, “I’m not totally comfortable about it, but yes I think I can handle
it.” He leaned forward and spoke in that warm fatherly voice of his, “Good, you
see if you work out, we will need your services for at least two to three months
and I need to know that I can count on you.”

“That won’t be a problem, sir”, I replied confidently.  “I am sure that you can
count on me.”

He looks me over closely and then nods his head as if accepting my answer; “All
right then let me show you to your desk.”  We spent the next couple of hours
going over the tasks I would need to undertake on a daily basis; learning the
filing system and logging in to the computer network and reviewing the
computerized systems.  Basically, the job entailed looking after the three
partners appointments and correspondence.  I also had to understand the database
to research things, such as pricing that maybe included in their memos and
letters.  When Mr. Thatcher left I got down to the real work of cleaning up the
mess that had occurred in the relatively short time period that they were left
without a secretary.  By the end of the day I had all of their calendars
straightened out, there appointments for the remainder of the week set up and
most of their correspondence sorted and prioritized.

“This is wonderful”, Mr. Thatcher beamed.  “I am going to talk to your
employment agency immediately, but I can tell you right now that we will want
you for the remainder of our secretaries maternity leave.”  He shifted to his
right and opened up one of the filing cabinets.  Pulling out a glossy finished
magazine he handed it to me with a warm smile.  “This is our catalog, not the
small abridged one that we send to our first time customers, but our complete
version that we ship to our more serious customers.  Please, take it home and
leaf through it so you can get a feeling for our company and its products.”  I
held the catalog in my hands with a little bit of trepidation, as if it would
bite me or something.  The cover was nearly pornographic with the company name
in gold script over the outline of a heart, which was made of a golden rope that
was knotted at the top.  Inside the heart were two pictures.  One of a sexy
blond in a lacy crimson bustier and panties outfit, complete with matching
stockings, frilly finger gloves and high-heeled red satin slippers tufted with
puffy malibu feathers.  The other was of a gorgeous brunette, wearing a black
leather corset that made her waist appear minuscule.  Besides a seductive
come-hither smile she also wore a d-ring studded black leather collar, numerous
garters that attached to fishnet stockings and what looked to be six inch spiked
heels on black patent leather pumps.  I looked into his warm eyes and managed to
say, “Thank you, sir, that’s very nice… of you.”  Making a shooing motion with
his hands he responded, “Nonsense, my dear, now off with you, its after five
already.”

I put the magazine in my handbag and went home.  I made a quick solitary dinner
for myself and ate it while watching a rather funny, yet mindless sitcom.  I
always liked the way that that slight dark haired Jewish woman wore all of those
extremely exciting clothes and yet never seemed to get a rise out of her lordly
British boss.  Turning off the TV, I rinsed the dishes and put them into the
dishwasher.  The place seemed incredibly quiet.  It had been only three weeks
since I had told my live-in boyfriend to move out and I still wasn’t used to
being so alone.  Three short weeks and everything in my life had gone
topsy-turvy.  Leaving him had also meant leaving my job as we both worked for
the same law firm.  I thought of maybe calling him, but decided firmly against
it.

A nice relaxing shower was what I needed, so I headed in that direction picking
up my soft fuzzy pink robe as I went.  The shower was warm and delicious.  I
felt wonderful as I stepped out and dried myself off.  Slipping on my robe I
headed for my bedroom and a good book.  I snapped on the stereo to a soft rock
station to put a little sound in the place.  As I went to grab my book, I saw my
handbag lying on the dresser.  I thought of the catalog and groaned at the
thought of work interfering with my leisure.  But, then another thought popped
into my mind.  That catalog was pretty damn risque; I bet I can get a few
chuckles looking through it.  God knows I haven’t had many of those lately.

I retrieved the magazine and sat down cross-legged on the bed.  I felt the
smooth glossy surface with the tips of my fingers and looked closely at the
brunette in the corset.  Her facial features, her breasts, waist, legs….
everything.  I looked at her with the truly critical eye of a woman and I was
astounded that I couldn’t find anything wrong with her.  Then I laughed to
myself and thought that’s because she looks so much like me!  Yeah right, I said
to myself.  I looked at her again, seeing the outfit this time and imagining
what it would be like to wear it.  How tight did it need to be to make her waist
that small and push her breast forward that much?  I felt myself being drawn
into the picture, as if it were hypnotizing me.  Shaking my head, I quickly
turned to the first page.

The two opened pages contained some pretty lace teddies and various types of
nightgowns.  I turned through the next pages that held your basic fair of
lingerie, including stay up stockings and matching slippers.  I paused upon one
page to see the blonde from the cover staring up at me with a wide inviting
smile.  What actually had caught my attention was that she was wearing a short
baby blue silk nightgown that I owned!  I looked at the picture closely, which
showed two views of the short nightie; front and back.  Yes, I was 90% sure that
I was right.  I went to my dresser and opened my lingerie draw.  The sweet scent
of potpourri greeted me.  I found the little gown and looked for the label.
Sure enough, Leather and Lace, Co. was stamped on it.  I had brought this in a
local lingerie store so I guessed that not all of their business was done
through catalog.

I looked back at the brunette in the magazine and then at the slight silk slip
in my hands.  What could be more appropriate than looking through the companies
catalog with one of there own creations on?  I shrugged out of my bathrobe and
raised my arms, letting the baby blue silk slide down over my still warm
breasts.  The material clumped just above my firm mounds and I then remembered
the band of elastic that was worked into the soft material and supposed to be
placed right below my chest.  Using both hands I gently pulled the bottom of the
material downward until my breasts slid properly into place.  Ohhhh, I murmured
to myself, as the soft silk rubbed against the tips of my nipples, giving me an
exciting little shock.  I arranged the dress properly; putting the spaghetti
straps parallel to each other, reseating my firm breasts in the barely
concealing silken triangles and smoothing out the remainder of the material that
barely covered me to my crotch.  I looked in the mirror over the dresser and
posed like the woman in the catalog.  I worked until I really got the
come-hither look in my eye and the appropriate thrust forward of my breasts and
tilt to my hips.  Damn, I do look like that brunette on the cover!

I hopped back onto the bed and continued to look through the catalog.  Next came
the more provocative lingerie; bustier’s, corsets, push up bras, crotch-less
panties and some really wild costumes.  There was the standard French maid and
Playboy Bunny outfits, but there was also Arabian Belly dancer costumes, genie
outfits and some strappy spandex creations that I wasn’t totally sure could be
put on without help.  Next were some extremely far out creations, made
exclusively of either leather or latex.  All of these were very form fitting and
extremely provocative.  Fetish Wear was the label used at the top of the page.
The women all looked like they were poured into these outfits.  It couldn’t be
comfortable I thought, until I spotted the brunette again and sure enough she
was sporting a wide smile.  Now, I know models are supposed to smile, but hers
seemed really genuine.  So I revised my estimate on the clothing’s comfort level
and moved on.

Shoes were represented in many shapes and colors.  Almost all of which could not
be found in your standard shoe store.  There were boots, pumps, sandals and
slippers, most of which sported heel heights of four inches or more.  It was
easy to see where the high heels from the cover had come from.  Following this
were the normal range of dildo, vibrators and body oils.  I didn’t look to
closely at these items as I continued to flip the pages.

Bondage Equipment labeled the following pages and I was actually amazed at how
much there was of it.  Leather and Velcro wrist and ankle restraints and collars
in many different sizes and colors.  I was further astounded at the variety of
different ways they had found to make a gag!  Balls, plugs, rings and even
penises were used to fill the poor young ladies mouths and throats.  One of the
pictorial sales pitches showed a series of pictures representing the proper
application of a large red ball gag, and there she was again.  The brunette held
the ball against her coffee painted lips; her eyes seemed to twinkle with
anticipation.  She opened her mouth to its full extent, but the ball refused to
go past her pearly whites.  Using the tips of the fingers on both hands she
pushed the ball behind her teeth in the next panel and then buckled it behind
her head.  Finally in the last panel she faced the camera full on, the red ball
distended her coffee covered lips obscenely wide.  The leather of the strap bit
into each cheek tightly, but through all this you could see the excitement in
her eyes.  Her excitement seemed to flow into me and I could feel myself
beginning to respond to the erotic image… whoa, I said to myself and returned
to flipping pages.

Toward the rear of the catalog were magazines, books and videos dealing with the
entire gamut of sexual desires and fetishes.  I really wasn’t looking closely
when all of a sudden something caught my eye.  It was a picture of Mr. Thatcher
dressed in a classy dark jacket, shirt and slacks outfit.  This was not the
remarkable part of the picture though.  His picture was on the cover of a VHS
tape entitled ‘Bondage 101′.  In his hands he held a leash that was attached to
the collar surrounding the neck of the beautiful brunette from the cover, who
was kneeling at his feet!   Her hands were bound tightly behind her, yet she
looked up at his face with what I can only describe as…. adoration!  I began
to meld with the picture once again, imagining myself in the brunette’s skimpy
custom, kneeling at this strong man’s feet.  I began to get hot and my hands,
moved to my vagina without me thinking about it.  I had not put any panties on
and the nightdress had ridden up my thighs, so there was nothing to slow me from
reaching the ever-increasing warmth between my lower lips.  I felt the heavy
leather collar as it rested upon my shoulders. The tight bodice of the corset
that thrust my breasts upward and whittled, down my already slender waist.  The
heavy manacles on my wrists, which kept them from reaching out to touch the
incredibly sexy man before me.  Finally, I felt my feet arched to the amazingly
high heel of my black leather pumps.  “Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhh”, I moaned as I closed my
eyes and lay back against the bed.  My fingers rubbed briskly against my clit,
sliding into the folds of skin to find the true tender spot.  Those wonderful
digits of mine moved even faster setting me on fire and building me up to an
incredible climax.  I found myself arching my hips against my fingers, pushing
my pulsating pussy against them even harder.  Oh, and then I came and I came and
I came…  My body jerked and my hips rotated upon their own over excited
volition.  Hmmmmm, yes, it was glorious.  I felt warm and as happy as a sated
cat.  I lay there in my golden glow, thinking that it had never been this good
with old what his name… and then my body stiffened and my eyes popped open.

I finally realized what had just happened.  I had fantasized about being the
women in the picture bound at my boss’s feet and this was the result!  Oh, God
what am I doing.  I quickly calmed down and rationalized the situation.  Men cum
to pictures of naked women in suggestive poses all of the time, why shouldn’t I
be able to do the same?  No it wasn’t your standard fantasy, but surely it was
just an aberration.  With that thought in mind, I cleaned up the room, putting
the catalog back in my bag and went to sleep.

The next day went quietly and mainly uneventfully.  My duties kept me busy
enough so that I did not need to reflect to often over what had occurred the
previous evening.  Answering phones, sorting memos and arranging calendars were
simple yet exacting tasks, especially when handling three different superiors.
Almost all of my communication with them seemed to be through are computerized
E-Mail system.  I saw Mr. Thatcher in passing, moving from meeting to meeting.

The other two partners were out of the office again today, but I was amazed at
the amount of work that they would have me handle via E-mail and fax.  The law
firm that I had worked for previously barely used their E-mail system and
everything was still done the old way, face to face.  I was also surprised at
how cordial they both were in their requests and their hopes that I was enjoying
working for the company.

That evening, alone in my apartment, I couldn’t hold off thinking about the
night before.  What had I been thinking of?  I did my normal evening workout and
than ate my dinner, while I watched jeopardy.  My thoughts strayed to the
catalog, and I said to myself, ‘You don’t want to go their girl friend’.  I
tried hard to put the whole thing out of my mind.

That proved to be impossible.  The catalog was like a magnet to my thoughts.  I
knew that I had to look at it again and find out what and how it was having this
effect on me.  Finally I broke down and retrieve it from my bag.  Turning off
the TV I turned on the stereo, pushing the pre-set button that turned me to a
local classical music station.  I was hoping that the soothing music would allow
me to examine the magazine-like catalog in a library like environment.

Rather than adjourning to the site of the previous evenings uncertainties, I sat
down on the couch in the living room.  My hair was still wet from my shower so I
smoothed at back against my head so that no loose drops of water would fall on
the magazine.  I left my fuzzy bright pink bathrobe on this time and tucked my
pink Isotoner slippers under my rear end as I settled myself.

Opening the magazine I looked at each of the catalogs offering more closely than
I had the night before.  Trying to be as clinical as possible, I read through
each products attributes.  I read the small articles that they included to
inform for their readers concerning the differences, between different fabrics.
Cotton, nylon, satin, silk all had their differences in feelings they conveyed
to the wearer’s body.  They seemed to be subtly pushing women buyers toward
choosing the more expensive fabrics.  The closing of the article stated that no
matter which fabric was chosen, that any of these creations would ‘warm their
partner’s heart’.  I didn’t think that that was the part of the person’s partner
that would be warmed, but I did agree that satin and silk had a move exciting
feel than nylon.

The lingerie section was rather lengthy and it took me quite awhile to read
through it all.  In a way it was the most comfortable part of the magazine for
me to read, because I already had experience in the area.  Even the fetish
clothing and heels didn’t faze me.  No I had never worn clothes exactly like
that or heels that high, but their basic task was still to turn on the person’s
lover and this I did understand.  I had numerous times purchased dresses, skirts
and blouses cut more provocatively than modesty dictated simply to please my
male suitors.  Just last New Years I wore a strapless satin mini dress that
showed off a good portion of my breasts and had a hem the extended barely four
inches past my crotch.  The black strappy sandals that went with the dress
sported a very high heel, so yes these products I could relate to.

The ‘toys’ section of oils, creams, condoms, didlo’s, vibrators, etc., I decided
to skip through.  I had never used any of them and since I had basically always
had a boy friend I had never seen the need for the more female oriented items.

I slowed at the ‘bondage’ section and worked through the extensive array of
leather goods.  There were many items that without the aid of the pictured model
wearing them, that I would not have been able to tell you what they were or what
the purpose was.  There were sets of straps that immobilized the torso, legs or
entire body.  Leather sleeves and straight jackets.  My head began to spin with
the multitude of bondage permutations that all of these different types of
bindings would allow.  How many people were using these items that necessitated
such a large selection?  I had previously thought that only the biker and gay
crowd got into this type of scene.  But, the articles that accompanied this
section were aimed at seemingly normal people.  There was even a few letters of
glowing endorsements, all of them from what I would refer to as ‘normal’ people.

One from Jenny R. in Scottsdale, AZ., stated that she was the mother of two and
that bondage and particularly Leather and Lace’s fine products had saved her
marriage.  The free catalog and a few purchases had led her and her hubby into
an exciting fantasy world that they both could share and enjoy.

There was also the pretty brunette to consider.  Her image graced many of the
publications, pages and in every one of these pictures she looked happy,
serene… content.  Yes, that would be how I would describe her!  Even in the
picture on the video cover where she was kneeling at Mr. Thatcher’s feet, she
looked content and satisfied with her situation.

These thoughts began to shake me from my clinical reviewing techniques and make
it much too personal.  I decided that was enough for now and went to bed.  I
tossed and turned for a bit, while my mind roiled with questions, but I finally
fell into a fitful sleep.

On Wednesday I met the one of the two remaining partners and was surprised to
find that she was a woman.  Every bit of correspondence that I had handled for
her was addressed to L. Grant.  I had always assumed that the ‘L’ stood for
Larry or Lou (as in Lou Grant of Mary Tyler Moore fame).  Lady Sonia was a very
good-looking lady in her late thirties who always dressed perfectly.  Custom fit
suits, long form fitting skirts with boots or high heels.  She seemed a bit
brusque when we were introduced, but later seemed to soften towards me. She even
took time to show me the “product closet” which was really better classified as
a small storeroom.

“I don’t know your inclinations my dear”, she said pleasantly, but this room
should be able to satisfy any that you may have I blushed fiercely, but said
nothing.  “You really should spend some more time with our products, so that you
know what we are talking about when we refer to a certain item.”  Lady Sonia had a
pointer like rod that she seemed to always be carrying.  Using it she sorted
through some plastic looking bikini briefs.  With a flick of her stick it flew
from the table and into my quickly responding hands.  “Edible underwear”, she
informed me.  “Go ahead take a bite, it won’t hurt you.”  Tentatively, I did
take a little nibble.  “That’s actually pretty good”, I said in surprise.
“Apple cinnamon, but it’s really not the “in” thing this year.”  She pointed out
some other items, like the sexy French maid costume and the sky-high heeled
pumps and sandals that were consistently in demand.  I had seen all of these
items in the catalog, but somehow being near them was making me terribly
anxious…. exited.

Next she pointed out some top-half mannequin bodies that were encased in
extremely tight-laced corsets.  “These are custom made to each individual and
you would be surprised at how many of them are ordered each year.  Literally
thousands, my dear.   You see there isn’t a body in the world that one of these
custom fitted wonders can’t help to look better.  The stomach is tightened, the
back straightened and the breast thrust forward and upward.”  As she spoke her
wand followed the path of her words up my hips and into my narrow waist, then up
and over the top of my firm breasts.  It suddenly became very difficult for me
to breathe.  I could feel my nipples harden beneath my purple silk blouse and
the heat build between my legs, as I looked down at the tip of her baton which
still rested on the top of my breasts.  She continued frankly staring at my
body, then suddenly and somehow non-chalantly the stick was lifted and she
turned away.  “Actually”, she said over her shoulder.  “It would be difficult to
enhance your figure my dear, but…” Lady Sonia looked back at me with a devilish
smile, “there is always room for improvement.”  I started to breathe again as
she continued about the room.  I wasn’t sure what she had done to me, but the
sexual tension in the air had been as thick and sweet as honey.  I could almost
see my body through her eyes flowing into one of these tightly laced satin or
leather corsets…

I was lost in my musings when a box was thrust lightly into my mid-section.
“Now this is the hottest seller of the year”, she informed me.  I looked down at
the box and saw that it was a complete ‘beginners’ set of Velcro bondage
restraints and straps.  “Yes, this is really a wonderful item.  In fact it is
the perfect gift to add spice to an existing relationship or excitement to a new
one.   The really wonderful thing about these Velcro restraints is that one or
the other of the partners in the relationship can put themselves into
self-bondage before their lover arrives.  Think about it…” It was again
becoming impossible to breathe.  Lady Sonia opened the box in my nerveless hands
and sorted through the enclosed items.  “You strip down naked”, she continues,
“or my personal favorite dress up in some really sexy lingerie, like a form
fitting bustier, hose and heels.  Then you lay down on your bed and use the
ankle restraints to spread your legs toward the respective corners.” She holds
up one of the restraints to show it to you more closely.  “It’s really simple to
use, just close the Velcro fasteners around the leg of the bed and then shorten
the strap to the proper length, lastly you slip the smooth nylon cuff around
your ankle.  Ankles are a cinch, no pun intended”, she informed me, “but the
wrists are a little more difficult.”  Her eyes are intent upon the contents of
the box, but I can’t help but feel that she has some spell over me.  I literally
can’t move and the growing fire between my legs must be making my panties wet.
“The first wrist is easy, but the second requires a little more coordination.”
My breathing is coming in short breaths and I am sure that at any minute Lady Sonia
will notice my distress.  God, what would she think of me.   Fortunately, she
continued non-pulsed, “You shouldn’t put on the wrist restraints just yet
though, or you would not be able to use some of the best parts of the kit.
First you should pop in the ball gag, as it needs both hands to apply properly.”
She dangled the ball gag up before my eyes with the buckle perched on the end of
her baton.  She studied the large yellow ball and the thick black strap.
“Sometimes you have to push a little bit to get the ball behind your teeth.”  I
nodded my head knowingly remembering the pictures in the catalog.  As she
returned the ball to the box it brushed my cheek and I almost involuntarily
opened my mouth to except the huge foreign object.  “Next, you should bind your
first wrist.  But, before you bind your last you should slide on the Pe Est Ta
La Resistance… the satin blindfold.  Ahh….” she said softly.  “Imagine your
boy friend coming home and finding you, his beautiful present, neatly wrapped
and bound upon your bed. Let me tell you, my dear, you will not be going to
sleep early on that night.”  She laughed and closed the lid of the box.  I went
to place it back on a shelf and she laughed again.  “No, no, my dear, you keep
it”, she said with a warm smile.  “You do like I said with your boy friend, it’s
my little gift to you.”  I still hadn’t gotten my breathing back to normal and
as I started stammering out an unintelligible uttering.  My mind raced I
couldn’t possibly take this…. I don’t even have a boy friend anymore…
Lady Sonia pooh-poohed my meaningless refusals and reached below a counter to
retrieve a large plain brown shopping bag.  She deftly took the box form my
hands and put it in.  She plopped the handles of the bag around one of my still
out stretched hands and said, “That’s all right, you don’t have to thank me, my
dear.  In fact we encourage our employees to use and experiment with our
products.  What better advertising can we get than a glowing recommendation from
one of our workers to their friends?”  My soundless mouth finally closed as I
thought over the veracity of this last statement.  “To that end we make this
room available to everyone in our employ.  You can generally keep anything in
the room, with the limitation that you may only take up to two hundred dollars
of product per month.  For the some of the more expensive items, like the
corsets and boots, we do allow for a certain amount of borrowing.  It really
very easy, just log in to the computer at the door and recorded your purchase.
The price, at cost, will be credited against your balance and that’s it!”  As
fast as she could speak she completed the transaction, proving exactly how easy
it was.

Lady Sonia took me by the arm and led me back to my desk.  “Well, that was
enjoyable”, she smiled.  “Sometimes I get so involved in the business aspects of
it all, that I forget the more personal side of our trade.”  She smiled and then
returned back to business, “Opps, I almost forgot.  Don’t forget to get that
letter to Emerson out before the end of the day.” Consulting her watch, she
continued, “You had better hurry, it’s already half past four.”  Turning on her
heel she strode back purposefully to her office.

I was still basically numb, from what had happened in the storeroom.  Beneath
the desk I flapped my short black skirt up and down a couple of times trying to
cool off the heat that had built between my thighs.  Every time I thought that I
had myself back in control, my leg would rub up against the shopping bag that I
had placed there.  Black nylon rubbing against brown paper somehow created quite
a strong electrical shock in my hungry sex.

Groaning inwardly, I took some deep breaths and got down to work.  I had to
correct the letter for Lady Sonia.  She had dictated it into her voice recorder and
I had put it down on paper exactly as she had said it, but when she looked at it
on paper she decided that she wanted to move things around and re-word some of
the sentences.  I was extremely used to this after working in a law office for
almost two years, so it was easy to immerse myself in my work.

At the dot of five Lady Sonia was there, fortunately the printout was emerging from
the laser printer just at the same time.  She quickly read through it.
“Perfect, my dear”, she stated.  “Just get it into the last mail and your
finished for the day.”  She looked me in the eye and winked.  “Then go home and
have a pleasant evening.”  I blushed profusely, lowering my eyes to avoid her
gaze, but ostensibly to fold the letter and seal it into its waiting envelope. I
dropped the letter into the mailbox outside the office and hurried home.

I didn’t know what to do with myself when I got there.  The box in the shopping
bag taunted me.  It was like it was calling to me.  Come… come play with me.
I took it off the kitchen table and put it in my bedroom closet.  Needing to get
sex out of my head I slipped into one of my workout outfits, put a sweatband
about my forehead and started one of my more demanding aerobic videotapes.  By
the time the tape ended I was breathing heavily and sweating hard.

Stripping tiredly from my soiled clothing I dropped them into the hamper and
took a warm shower.  The warm water was wonderfully refreshing.  My relaxing
mind started to think about the box in my bedroom closet.  What good is it I
thought dejectedly to myself; I don’t have anyone to share it with.  I knew I
would have to do something though.  Every time I thought about the beginner’s
bondage set a knot would form in my stomach and an impossible level of
excitement would well up within me. Each time it became difficult to breathe…
I had to do something!  While I was blow drying my hair an idea hit me like a
physical blow.  It was what Lady Sonia had said; a person could put herself into
bondage using this kit, ostensibly to wait for her lover.  Well, there wouldn’t
be any lover coming tonight, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t try out the
restraints and other stuff on myself!  I finished drying myself off quickly and
raced naked into the bedroom.

I grabbed the box and opened it, swiftly spilling the contents onto the neatly
made bed.  The bed was a full sized four-poster so it was easy to find places to
attach the wrists and ankle restraints.  As described, by Lady Sonia and in the
instructions, I shortened the straps so that they would hold me spread to the
four corners of the bed.  Looking down upon my completed work, I began to get a
little scared.  What was I leading myself into?

Deciding that I had to take some time and really think through what I was doing,
I thought back to Lady Sonia’s impassioned description of earlier in the day.  She
had said something about strapping yourself down naked, or her personal favorite
in a bustier and panty outfit.  I had one of those I thought to myself.  I had
brought it looking to bring some excitement into my previous relationship.
Unfortunately I purchased it during the basketball playoffs and he never even
turned from the set to see me in it standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
Before he had come to bed for the evening, I had wrapped it back up and slid it
into the back of my lingerie draw.

I removed the wrappings and lay the baby blue bustier which black lace trim down
on the dresser.  The matching panties, stockings and even the frilly finger
gloves followed.  By taking my time in dressing and pampering myself, I felt
that I would have plenty of time to think through what I was doing.

I slipped on the lacy G-string like panties.  My dark bush showed plainly
through the thin nearly transparent material.  I brushed my wavy auburn hair out
so that it shinned with red highlights and wrapped itself around my eager face.
Remembering the brunette in the catalog, I used a coffee colored lipstick and
brown toned eye shadows to compliment it.  I put just the faintest hint of rouge
on to highlight my cheekbones and then sprayed on a little White Shoulders.  I
was doing everything that I would do as I prepared myself for a lover.  These
simple motions, things that I had not done in quite along time, were making me
hot.

I snapped myself into the tight confines of the soft blue bustier.  Except for
the black lace trim I could see right through the transparent lacy material.  I
stared at the flat of my stomach which displayed my “inny” belly button, then at
my firm pointed breasts which showed off there dark circles around the nipples.
I rearranged my chest in their strapless cups, showing off more of my cleavage
to my imaginary lover.  Unrolling the powder blue stockings I pulled it expertly
up my calf, over my knee and up to mid thigh I clipped the lace trimmed top to
the bustier’s attached garters.  Finishing the second leg, I stood and looked
into the mirror.

I posed a little and made eyes at my own reflection, but then I decided
something was missing.  I went to my closet and returned with a pair of black
leather pumps.  My party pumps I called them as their heel was almost four
inches and therefore the only thing they were useful for was party.  I slid into
them and now felt that the picture was complete.  Now I looked just like the
models in the catalog and I was perfectly ready and prepared to try out my new
‘toys’.

Walking over to the bed I sat down in the middle of it.  The white goose down
comforter which gave way to my weight, puffed up around my sitting form.  I went
to move my feet towards the corners of the bed and caught a heel in the
comforter.  From the noise it had made I was afraid that I had ripped it, but
close examination revealed that my fears were unjustified.  One to each hand I
pulled off my pumps and tossed them towards the closet.  I wasn’t ripping my
favorite bed spread for anything.  Looking down at my stocking clad feet I had
the unreasonable feeling that my outfit was incomplete and I just couldn’t shake
it.  It was also beginning to ruin the whole event.  My eyes looked imploring
towards the closet, at my shoe rack and the cubbies compartments that held
slippers and such… “Yessssss, I said to aloud in a happy voice.

I jumped from the bed and ran to one of the cubbies, pulling out my soft black
leather ballet-like slippers.  They had a padded insole and a little bow that
made them ultra feminine.  I slid them on and smiled, wiggling my toes in the
soft leather as they melded themselves to my feet.  I set myself back down in
the center of the bed feeling perfectly ready to start my little fantasy.

From my sitting position I stretched both legs towards the bottom corners of the
bed.  As I worked my ankles towards each of the ankle restraints I began to
realize that I had placed them a little further apart then I had anticipated.
Sliding down toward the foot of the bed I took the first nylon cuff in my hands.
A shiver of anticipation flowed through me.  I opened and closed the Velcro
clasp a couple of times to see how it worked.  That distinctive scratchy sound
as Velcro clasps were opened and closed began to take on a whole new and erotic
meaning for me. I pulled against the strap and found that it would hold against
all of the strength that I could muster.  Satisfied I wrapped the first cuff
around my right ankle closing the Velcro pads solidly against each other.  The
black nylon cuff hardly moved as I pulled and twisted my leg against it and its
very secure attendant strap.

The left ankle was more difficult.  I had to slide my rear end back towards the
middle of the bed and then spread my legs almost as wide as I could stand in
order to reach it.  Next I had to bend over at the middle like a runner doing
stretching exercises to grab the far cuff and place it about my ankle.  I sat
there for a moment looking down at the restraints that separated my ankles.  I
had made the straps shortest for each of the ankle restraints, thinking that I
wanted to be sure to make the bindings tight.  This left less than a foot of
nylon strap tethering each ankle to the bed’s respective posts.  I could feel
the muscles in my inner thighs protesting the abuse caused by the wide open
letter V that my bound legs formed.  I shrugged off the slight discomfort,
writing it off as part of the whole experience.

With my hands supporting me behind my back, I started to play with my new
‘toys’.  I rotated my feet from right to left, watching the interplay of colors
and feeling the sensual touch of each of the different fabrics.  The black nylon
cuffs were wound ever so tightly around my powder blue nylon stockings.  Their
was very little give in the cuffs, but each move sent the feeling of the harder
nylon rubbing against softer nylon stocking rocketing up my spine like a mild
electric shock.  I shivered and flexed my feet in the cozy interior of the soft
black slippers, revealing in the feel of the warm pliable leather that
surrounded them.

This type of slipper had always been my favorite.  From time to time I had found
them in satin, but this latest pair were made of soft kidskin.  They best
resembled warm up ballet slippers, minus the strap across the top of the foot.
The throat was a little deeper however showing off the joining of my toes to my
feet through the light blue stockings.  A little lace-string bow was formed at
the tip of the throat.  The strings used to form this bow actually encircled my
feet, holding them firmly into the slipper without the obtrusiveness of the over
the foot strap.  I loved the look of the black leather as it flexed over and
around the contrasting baby blue nylons.

I was too anxious to take any more time appreciating this beginning of what I
now realized was my first bondage experience.  Reaching to my left I picked up
the ball gag included in the set.  The instructions, showed those unimaginative
pencil-like drawn outlines of how to properly to apply the gag.  Holding each of
the gags straps close to the ball, as shown in the instructions, I lifted it up
in front of my lips.  Opening my mouth to except the cold rubber, I… chickened
out.  Did I really need to gag myself to fulfill my fantasy?  That ball seemed
awful big, I thought.  I remembered that the only time I had ever opened my
mouth up that widely was at the dentist office and that had undeniably bad
connotations.

The brunette in the magazine didn’t seem to have any problem with the gag, I
recalled.  Still needing a little moral support, I reached for the catalog that
I had earlier placed conveniently on the bedside table.  In my current position
though I could no longer reach it.  Bending and twisting my body I finally
managed to snag the magazine and flipped it open to the appropriate page.  The
brunette smiled invitingly at me, seeming to say ‘the waters fine, come on in
and join me’.

Sighing, I mimicked her movements in the pictorial.  Opening my mouth as wide as
I could, I pressed the ball up against my teeth.  Just like in the picture the
ball refused to go easily beyond my pearly gate, but I was able to hold the ball
with my teeth freeing up the use of my hands.  I applied increasing pressure to
the thick ball, pushing it into my mouth and spreading my jaws ever wider.  Pop,
all of a sudden the ball was past my teeth and into the interior of my mouth.
Using my tongue and fingers I maneuvered it into the most comfortable position
possible.  Grasping the slack straps, suspended from either side of my mouth, I
tightly buckled them behind my neck.  Straightening up, from looking at the
magazine, I realized that the gag wasn’t as uncomfortable as I had feared.

In the mirror above the dresser, I could see my reflection.  My coffee colored
lips were tautly stretched about the large yellow ball.  The black leather
straps pulled the distended corners of my mouth even further.  Yes, now I looked
just like the brunette in the magazine.

I tried to talk through the mouth-filling gag and was rewarded, by a garbled and
mainly unintelligible nasal whining sound.  Screaming into the gag produced a
small increase in the volume, but I was certain that I would be unable to be
heard at any great distance.

Lady Sonia’s instructions told me to secure one of my wrists at this point and that
is exactly what I did.  I had to lie flat on the bed to reach the left wrist
restraint, while twisting my body sideways to be able to use my right hand to
secure the cuff.  I pulled at the black nylon and found that it was as well
attached as my ankle bindings.  Rolling back, I reached out my right hand to
make sure that I could find the final strap.  I looked at it as closely as I
could from my fettered position, memorizing its placing upon the pillow and
where the Velcro pad was located.

Finding the black sleep mask at my side, I used my remaining free hand to slide
blindfold over my head and put it into the proper position before my eyes.  I
pulled the elastic strap down behind my head and released it, allowing it to
bury itself in my thick locks.  Reaching upwards I felt for the pillow and found
it.  My hand slithered upwards until it found what it was looking for.
Stretching I grasped the strap just beyond the cuff and held onto it tightly.  I
didn’t try to attach the final cuff, as I knew that my imaginary lover would not
be there to rescue me from my self imposed bondage.

I lay back soaking up all of the sensations that were filling me and exciting
thoughts that ran through my mind. My body was tightly stretched across the bed.
Even my well-toned muscles protested this unusual treatment.  Realizing that I
had made the binding just a shade to tight made me feel good, rather than bad.
Certainly my imaginary lover would not have let me get away with making my
bindings so loose that they didn’t convey at least a tinge of discomfort.  This
was called bondage wasn’t it?  Therefore, I reasoned, I should feel bound.

I pulled tentatively against my bonds feeling their unrelenting pressure.  I
could flex my legs at the knees and bend my elbows, but that was about all.
Twisting from side to side was possible, but offered me no way out of my
situation. The total darkness that surrounded me added immeasurably to the
experience.  I could no longer see my movements, so now my ears listened
intently for each and every sound that came forth from my struggles.  I screamed
into my gag, just because I could and the realization that no one could hear me.
The nasally whine sounded like a far away siren, even to my hyper active
hearing.

I thought of my imaginary lover looking down upon me.  His steely gaze would see
the supine from of a lovely young women bound spread upon his bed.  Her shapely
form enhanced by the see-through baby blue bustier, the lacy g-string panties
and the smooth nylon hose.  Each ankle and wrist tightly graced with restraining
black nylon cuffs.  Warm, inviting lips widely encircling the ball gag in her
mouth would remind him of other things that they could be stretched about.  The
black satin blindfold which would proclaimed to him, ‘I am yours…  All of
me… Do with me what you will”.  And finally the soft and thick white down
comforter that would seem to suck his waiting damsel into to its warm inviting
depths, while providing brilliant contrast to all of the other colors involved.

I was getting so hot immersing myself in the fantasy, but one unpleasant feeling
kept intruding.  My right hand that I was using to grasp the strap was bothering
me.  Partly because it was cramping a little, but mostly because without the
cuff at least loosely secured, the scene was just not complete.

Working with my fingers, I moved to remedy this situation by spreading cuff open
and wrapping it about my wrist.  The key was to make sure that it was secure
enough to hold my wrist, but still be accessible to my fingers to be opened.
Holding the cuff with my fingertips I rolled my wrist against the firm pillow,
stopping as soon as I heard the first touching of the Velcro fastening.  I slid
my fingers between the two fasteners and pushed the cuff back open, making sure
that I could get myself out of what I was about to get myself into.  Confident
that I could do so, I re-rolled the cuffs fasteners gently together.

Finished with my task and feeling content that I had followed the scene
described by Lady Sonia to the letter, I lay back and returned to my fantasy.

My imaginary lover moved to sit by my side.  Slowly and with deft fingers he
started to slowly massage my slipper covered feet.  He did not remove the soft
kidskin, but rather used it to enhance the wonderful feel of his fingers
kneading my soft peds.  His hands move up my leg to my right ankle caressing and
rubbing the taut muscles in my calf.  Firm fingers pushed into the soft skin and
stretched muscles about my knee.  His strong hands moved slowly and inexorably
upwards.  Together he uses both hands to knead my inner thighs, working out the
kinks in these most highly abused muscles.  His fingers continue to work upon my
sensitive inner thighs even after his massage had finished.  His touch lightly
caresses the satiny smooth nylons around the insides of my knees and moves
upward, till they almost touched the lacy strip of cloth that covers my
quivering sex.  I groan loudly through the gag, trying to impart to him that I
need him… NOW!  But he ignores my plea; removing his hands completely form my
thighs.  Oh, please God, let him be opening his fly!  I listen intently, but
heard nothing.  Soon his hands return, sliding up my firm belly until they have
cupped both breasts.  He expertly kneads my firm mounds sending shivers of
excitement coursing through my fettered form.  Helpless, I twist and moan
constantly under the spell of his ohh so sensual ministrations.

My hips are beginning to gyrate wildly upon their own accord.  I am hotter than
I ever imagined that I could be, I need to fulfill my sexual needs and I need it
now!  I slide my fingers beneath the right cuff and push upwards and was
rewarded by the sound of opening Velcro.  Pulling against the binding cuff, I
expected it to part, but it didn’t.  I pulled harder and still the cuff held.
Scared, but working to remain calm, I tried again to slide my fingers between
the fasteners.  Again the sound of opening Velcro, but still the cuff refused to
release me.  In all of my rolling and gyrating I must have attached more of the
Velcro than when I had started out.

Now I began to really get frightened.  What was I going to do?  I was thankful
to know that I would not be stuck here forever, because I knew that the cleaning
lady would be in on Friday and would surely find and release me.  But that was a
full day away and I was totally sure that I didn’t want to be found bound to the
bed like this, by my cleaning lady.  Frantic I really began to struggle against
my nylon bindings.  I used all of my muscle power straining against each of the
tight cuffs one at a time.  Finally I just began to thrash upon the bed hoping
that one of the fasteners would work itself loose.

Totally spent I gave up on my useless struggles and layback to except my fate.
I laughed to myself as I realized that I was now getting the full experience of
actually being bound and not being in control of the situation.  Rather than
feel sorry for myself, I decided to escape back into my fantasy.

My lover had left me this way purposefully.  He wanted me hot, raving hot, but
unfulfilled… until such time as he desired.  He kissed me about my aching jaw
caressing the sore muscles, so softly and gently that I actually became glad
that the gag was there.  His hands moved to my breasts as his kisses continued
to rain on my cheeks and neck.  My breast surged against the lacy fabric rubbing
gently against my nipples and causing them to snap to attention.  Pushing the
offending material out of the way, his thumbs and forefingers closed about the
firm bullets, which topped my tits.  He began to twirl them between his fingers,
making the sensitive tip longer and harder.  Giving them a little pinch an
electric shock flowed directly from tips of my nipples to the fire burning
between my legs.

Turning my wrist desperately in the right wrist cuff, I pushed my fingers as far
forward under the nylon material as I could and then lifted upwards.  The Velcro
opening sound followed and with only a slight tug my arm escaped from its
imprisonment as my hand slid through the half open cuff.

Not bothering to remove any of my other fetters, I sent my fingers down to my
aching cunny.  Cumming was all that I could think about.  Pushing the annoying
little lace triangle out of the way I tried to stimulate myself the way my
imaginary lovers organ would have.  Two and three fingers dived into my lower
mouth at a time.  In and out I pushed my hand until my muscles started to ache,
but for all my efforts, I couldn’t get that satisfying depth of penetration so I
changed tactics.  Moving my hand to the top of my vagina I slid my fingers
between my soft wet fore skin and began rubbing my G-spot.  Faster and faster I
rubbed and flicked that tender mound of flesh. I felt the seductive pull of my
remaining bonds as my legs and arms pulled desperately against them.  My hips
were gyrating wildly to the beat of the rumbling orgasm that was building up
within me.  A fiery path swept itself through my body as I began to orgasm.

“Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh”, I moaned in ecstasy through the mouth-filling gag.  Yes,
yes, yes, YES, I thought to myself as my fingers continued their dance and my
second orgasm burst upon me.  More, more I whispered to myself.  I was biting
down so hard on the rubber ball in my mouth that I was sure that I would either
bite right through it or break my teeth before this was over.  Oh, God, yes…
again I came in a thundering climax.

I slowed down the pace of my swirling fingers, thoroughly enjoying the post
orgasmic warmth.  Unlike last night, this time I knew what I was getting into.
There was no self-recriminations only the pleasant thought filling my head, that
my wildest fantasy had turned out to be every bit as good as I thought it would
be.  I lay there totally spent, resting contentedly.  To tired to even remove my
bindings.

Leather & Lace
Chapter 2 – Learning the Ropes with a Twist
By the White Knight

An annoying buzzing noise brought me back to reality.  As the cobwebs of my rest
began to fade, I kept wondering what the damn buzzing was.  With a monumental
effort, I lifted my arm and removed the satin night mask.  Slowly my eyes
focused in the direction from which the sound was coming.

“Shit”, I mumbled through the gag as my eyes popped open.  The noise was my new
alarm clock and it was 7:00am in the morning!  I lunged for the noisome clock,
but couldn’t reach it.  Twisting to my left I freed my wrist and then quickly
removed my ankle restraints.  Finally I was able to silence the racket caused by
the alarm.

Unbuckling the gag, I found that I had a hard time removing it.  My jaw really
didn’t want to open far enough to let loose the ball.  Only by using my thumb
and forefinger to encircle the ball behind the strap, was I able to gain the
necessary purchase to pry it loose.  Working quickly I stripped the bed of its
nylon attachments and put all of the equipment back into its box.  The closed
box went into the shopping bag and was placed in the back of my walk-in closet.
Carefully, I peeled off my worse for wear bustier costume.

I looked at the battered outfit and felt that it had served me well last night
and it should really get a chance to be seen by my real fantasy lover.  Whenever
I find him, at least.  I took the hose and the rest of the outfit to the
bathroom sink.  Filling the basin I put in a dash of Wool Lite.  Then I quickly,
but carefully hand washed the fragile garments.  Finishing, I left them to soak
while I jumped into the shower.

As the hot steamy water revived my aching muscles, I thought of what had
occurred the night before.  I couldn’t believe it, but the facts spoke for
themselves.  Not only had I very much enjoyed myself during my first bondage
fantasy, but I had fallen asleep afterwards bound and gagged in my bed!  This
was absolutely amazing.  I had barely even heard of bondage prior to the
beginning of this week.  I hadn’t even done anything sexually that was outside
of the usual norms.  Yet, here I was undergoing absolutely incredible orgasms
while I was helplessly bound.  What the heck, was going on with me?

I didn’t have time to mull over all these thoughts as I had so much to do before
I could be on my way to work.   I rinsed out my garments, gently draining all of
the excess water and then placing them all side by side along the shower curtain
bar.

I went into the bedroom and quickly threw on a bra and panties. My make up came
next.  I decided to stay with the same colors from the prior night, as not all
of it had come off in the shower.  This way I knew that I could make it all
blend in and no one would be the wiser.  Pearl stud earnings were applied in
haste.   Grabbing my white short sleeve cashmere sweater shirt I slid it on.  I
chose black panty hose and pulled a pleated black wool skirt from the draw
below.  Quickly pulling on these items I raced to my closet for shoes.  I almost
stumbled over my party shoes and then I looked down at them and thought why not.

Despite the ache in my jaw, which had not yet dissipated, I truly felt like
celebrating.  I slid each of my arched soles into the black patent leather
heels. The pointy heels were a little difficult to walk in, but they made me
feel sexy.  And just now, that was exactly how I wanted to feel.

Taking a couple of Multigrain bars and a small bottle of orange juice, I drove
off to the office.  It was very important that I get to the office on time
because I really didn’t want to loose this job.  Kicking my boyfriend out had
been the right thing to do, but the financial reality was that he was paying a
goodly portion of our expenses.  With my job also terminated, my meager savings
had dwindled rapidly.  I had no intention of going back to my parents or giving
up my apartment and lifestyle.  Therefore, I had better get my cute little tail
to work.

Walking in I sat down and surveyed my desk.  Even though I was coming in a
half-hour early every morning, there were always new assignments on my desk when
I arrived.  I saw Lady Sonia, talking to one of the people in the art department.
She smiled and nodded towards me in recognition.  With a jaunty little tune from
Snow White running through my mind, I set to work.

Deeply immersed in correcting a memo, I didn’t notice that Lady Sonia had come up
to my desk and was looking down at me.  I flinched in surprise when she spoke.
“Good morning, my dear”, she said silkily.  “I trust you had a rewarding
evening”.  I blushed like a schoolgirl, looking down, not even able to meet her
gaze.  “It… it… was fine”, I stammered lamely.  “Yes, I suppose that it must
have been, my dear”, she continued knowingly.  “Oh, and by the way I think your
outfit this morning is particularly smashing.  I would however, button just one
more button as the black lace of your bra stands out so much against the
background of your white sweater.”  I looked down at my chest and realized that
she was exactly right.  I didn’t even remember putting the sexy bra on, nor
noticing that the cashmere shirt had been opened so low.  My fingers nervously
fastened the button.  “Perfect”, she said as I finished.  “Now just relax, my
dear.  There is no need to be nervous, believe me you are among friends.”  I
gathered my nerve and looked up at her with a shy smile.  She smiled back and
with a wave of her hand she was gone.

This is one of Lady Sonia’s favorite stories, it goes like this. The sun came through the tall windows, flittering down between the book shelves and books softly, dancing with the dust motes that lingered in the air. It was pleasant here, at least for her; she readjusted her glasses and focused again on the text open before her. She could feel the headache growing inside her, it happened sometimes, she still wasn’t use to the glasses and the affect they had or didn’t have. She couldn’t read without them, not without asking for a headache and the current one was building because she had attempted just that. Bad idea apparently.

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Her lips parted in a yawn as she stretched in her chair, her plain white button up blouse straining over her generous bosom as her legs uncoiled from beneath the chair her sweetly curved bottom rested in. Spencer’s Fairy Queen was interesting, truly it was but today it was just not holding her mind, and the small text was blurring before her eyes, even with the glasses. She shook her head, her curls moving around her shoulders easily before resettling as she rested her chin in the cup of her palm and glanced around her at the bookshelves.

She was all alone here too, just studying for something that wasn’t happening for two more weeks and everyone else had obliviously found better things to do. Perhaps she was too much of an over achiever. Suddenly the female felt hands on her shoulders, teasing her skin through the curtain of her hair, the heat of the hands going through her white linen blouse and plain gray vest. Her head turned, eyes widening before they took in the sight of him. “Oh..sir..” she turned in her seat, her hands reaching up towards him only to have his hands close around hers and pull her upward, out of her chair. She went, her gray skirt sliding around her long legs even as her kitten heels hit softly against the floor in clacks, she stumbled into his taller frame and blushed, smiling shyly up at him.

“How is my good girl?” She shivered slightly at the low chuckle in his voice, at the memory of when those words had last been spoken. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as she tried to find the words to speak. “Bored.” The truth came from her lips as she stood before him, her hands still imprisoned in his grasp. He tsked.

“We can’t have that now can we?” She shook her head slowly, curious about why he was here. And how, oh how could her greatest wish have suddenly come true and he was here in the flesh before her, holding her against him. He had been so busy, so distant of late, and she had fallen back into her studies to try and ignore the fact that she seemed only a bother to him. His hands exerted a gentle pressure on her arms and she inhaled, her eyes looking up at him as memories entered her mind, her legs clenching together as she found herself suddenly weak limbed, her knees melting and her whole body betraying her by voicing a very vocal wish for him to touch her.

He grinned, noting the difference in her bearing and turned the two of them so that her back was against the bookshelves, one hand remained on hers, keeping them together while the other ran down her body, a teasing caress that earned a soft whimper from her. She was wet and she knew it now, her body wanted him so badly, he had made certain it was so. His hand slipped under the hem of her short skirt and trailed upward toward the juncture between her legs, her lips parted this time in a moan as his fingers caressed her through the scanty material of her lace underwear.

“Oh, what a good girl you are…” he murmured and she nodded wordlessly, backing with his steps so that her butt was up hard against the bookshelves, he urged her hands higher, resting them on the rails that ran on either side of the metal bookshelf. The cool metal against her heated flesh sent a shiver down her spine. “Keep your hands there babydoll…” His voice chuckled as she nodded shakily, her eyes half closed and yet fixed on him as his hands shaped her figure through her clothing, undoing the buttons of her gray vest. Her breathing strained the buttons of her white shirt though, her lips parted in the soft pants that was now her air. She felt her whole body tremble as he stood there, just looking at her, hardly touching her body, a whimper sounding from deeper within her throat, her body pulsated with her need, she needed him so badly she ached.

“Please sir..” she begged softly, earning a gleam of heat from his eyes and another low chuckle, one of those special ones, deeper then normal that sent a rush of dampness through her body. She could feel her desire on her legs now, and she knew her panties were completely ruined. Her vest hung off her arms, his hands reached toward her and she almost sobbed in relief, only to have him hardly touch her, his fingers barely gazing her skin as he undid the tiny pearl buttons of her shirt. her clothing felt like too much, she wanted it gone, off her flushed skin. She began to lower her arms only to have him tsk, disapproving. “No, don’t. Do as your told babydoll, now what is it?”

“Too much clothing…” she murmured, her cheeks coloring with a blush as she spoke. He smirked and came closer to her, his hands reaching up, bringing her arms down to slip off the vest, yet when it came to her white shirt he lifted her arms back up, folding her fingers around the railings. His hands went down, trailing along her limbs, then fisting the fabric of her shirt in his hands, pulling it taunt against her back.

She stilled, watching him with eyes dark and slumberous heated. They both were silent, frozen there, eyes locked with heat arching between the two although now that her shirt hung open it revealed the creamy skin of her breasts covered only by a simple white bra. Then the sound of ripping fabric rent the air as his hands yanked the cloth apart. Her lips parted in a earthy gasp as she grasped tighter onto the metal beneath her hands, her body quivering slightly in response. Now he leaned close, his lips parting as he laid a kiss onto the pale column of her neck, brushing her curls out of the way, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. The kiss turned into a soft suction against her skin, then teeth scraped, grazed ever so slightly, she shivered against him, moaning softly, her eyes shut and skin flushed pink. Still he did not touch her with anything other then his mouth, and that a slow, languid, wandering touch, one minute sucking hard enough at some part of her smooth skin to color it a rosy red, the next just a simple chaste kiss pressed against her flesh. “Please please, oh sir….please” she whimpered the words, her need making her voice a earthy sound. His hands finally came to touch her sides, where her figure began to curve outward, steadying her as he chuckled.

“Very well little one.” And with that his hands began their exploration of her skin. It was like he had no knowledge of anything about her, shaping each inch of her skin, touching everywhere, seeking out the places that made her wither against him in surprise reaction. His fingers came to her back, he pressed up closer to her front and she arched her body into him, trying to press herself into him, searching blindly for release. He undid the clips to her bra, then moving to the little clips in the front that would change the article into a strapless bra if need be. He made short work of those, and the bra dropped away, discarded on the floor to reveal the full pertness of her large breasts. The skin was translucent, so pale that her veins showed easily, except for the softly pink nipples, and the richer color of the hardened buds that jutted outward in her arousal.

“So pretty…” his voice took on a tone of possessiveness, one that tightened her body further even though he stepped further away to examine her, his eyes running over all that he could see, taking in the trembling of her arms as she clenched the railings tight for support. He stepped forward, softly guiding her hands down, letting the ruins of her shirt fall to the ground to join her bra and vest, his body turned her again, guiding her back toward her desk, although his hands pushed her books out of the way, clearing the surface. She went as he directed, although she stumbled a time or two, unsteady in her kitten heels. His hands somehow made her skirt vanish, it snaked down her legs to pool around her feet. “Step out of it pet.” He murmured and she did, his hands reached around her to cup her butt in his hands before he lifted her slightly, placing her sitting on the desk. She sat there, the sunlight falling over her pale figure, her curls a mused halo around her flushed cheeks, her eyes depths of molten green and bronze.

Her lips parted and she softly licked her lips, wetting them as she started remembering herself, and reached to cover her nudity. He reached out and stopped her. “No.” was all he said, and she surrendered to his order, nodding slowly.

His hands went to his own shirt next, watching her with those brilliant eyes of his, slowly undoing the buttons, baring his skin to her eyes, which were fixed on him, she was now shameless as she sprawled on the table top near nude and watched him. Finally the shirt was open and with a casual shrug it was gone, on the floor, her eyes watched it descend only to travel back up his body. His hands moved down, touching on the top of his pants but then he chuckled. “Not yet.“ She watched his actions with riveted eyes. She wanted him nude as she was, she craved to see his form but he had said not yet and so it would not happen yet.

He came closer, his hands coming up now, reaching out to devour her skin with his burning touch. His fingers stroked along her skin, the softness of it pleasing to him. Her spine bowed when his hands cupped the fullness of her breasts, the sensitive skin sending a hoarse cry flying from her lips. “..mas..ter….” she moaned for him, her legs parting as his legs angled to move between them. She whimpered in protest when his hands left her breasts, to dance down the rest of her skin, fondling her butt as well, urging her up, partly off the table so that her whole body was his plaything. She trembled against him, a thing gone aflame with desire. “Oh..sir, master please, please…”

“Please what sweet? Tell me what you want, tell me how much you want me, how badly your little body needs me.” he ended his statement with his hands slipping inside her panties, playing softly in the wetness of her juices. “Master…please, I need you, oh…I…I need you, inside me. My body needs you please, please please…” she nearly cried the last. He chuckled again, both hands going to her lace panties, ripping them swiftly just like he had her shirt. She cried out, the violent tearing of fabric so close to her sensitive flesh sending shudders down her spine.

“Good girl, good pet.” Her eyes were large and excited as they fixed on him, as his hands went to his own pants, undoing the buttons, the material falling away to reveal the obvious tent of his arousal in his boxers. She licked her lips, her throat working as she stared at him, flushed and wet with excitement. He stepped into her legs again, and she tugged down his boxers without him even having to say a word, freeing his jutting length, and her eyes worshipped it.

His hands kneaded her buttocks again, lifting her slightly off the table and then, in one sweet, perfect moment, he rammed into her, hard, commanding, his body possessing hers as she cried out for him, withering as the sweet fire infected her veins. His thrusts earned a litany of moans and whimpers from her, her body shivering, trembling as he impaled her again and again, until finally she broke, screaming, convulsing violently around his shaft as he buried himself and they came together.

Here I am handing down some severe punishment to this young student. She needs to mind her manners and not speak unless spoken to. As much as I wanted her to suck my pussy right now she mush receive her spankings before she is allowed to.

Upon entering Myra’s house, he finds no one home. In the spare room, he finds a white tuxedo on the bed that he is to wear for the wedding. Next to the tux is a note with instructions to be at the Chapel at 5:00pm. Lady Sonia will pick him up in their rented limousine. Myra has not told Bill much about the ceremony and was told not to invite anyone. He didn’t like the idea of not telling his mother but did understand Myra’s reasoning that she might not approve of their arrangement. His contact with his mother is becoming less and less anyway, and decides that Myra is probably right.

It isn’t long before Lady Sonia arrives wearing a tight fitting black chauffeur’s outfit. Before they pull out of the driveway, Lady Sonia wraps a blind fold over Bill’s eyes. He finds, however, that if he tips his head up a little and to the side he can barely see out under the blind fold. The long drive takes them out of the city down long twisting isolated roads. The sun is setting and in the darkness Bill can not follow where they are going. There are no houses or buildings to be seen through the trees on both sides of the road.

Lady Sonia pulls into a driveway of what looks more like a farm building than it does a Chapel from the outside. Inside the appearance is much like a church with the rows of pews, the altar, and a large full color statue of the crucifixion of Jesus. Perhaps as many as a dozen women are sitting wearing light blue choir-like robes in the pews. All the women are wearing catwoman-like masks. There is a woman with a camera and another with a camcorder filming and taking pictures.

Myra, dressed in the same style robe but in dark instead of the light blue color, is standing by the altar. Next to her is another woman wearing a priest collar in a black cassock. Lady Sonia takes Bill’s arm and leads him down the aisle with all eyes on him. The woman playing the organ stops when Bill and Lady Sonia reach the altar. The priestess instructs Bill to kneel on the altar step next to Myra. She begins reciting the wedding ceremony from the book.

While listening to the priestess, Bill looks up at the crucifixion statue. Never has he seen one so lifelike. He sees the crown of thorns that pierce Jesus’ head, the rusted nails hammered through his hands and feet, and the streams of red blood not only running down his face, but running down his chest, his stomach and his legs as well.

The priestess instructs Bill to recite his vowels to love, obey, and accept Myra as his wife which Bill does. Myra then recites her vowels to care, support and accept Bill as her husband.

“Until death do us part,” the priestess asks them to say. “It is time for you, Bill, to kiss the bride.”

Myra turns to face Bill who is still on his knees. She moves directly in front of him and lifts her gown. Bill sees a mass of fluffy pubic hairs and knows that she has washed. As his lips press against her mound he smells the freshness of her sex.

The organ starts playing again. Bill is instructed to rise. Myra takes his arm and they head down the aisle out the chapel doors. Myra and Bill greet all the women as they leave the chapel. They congratulate Bill and tell Myra that she has made a fine catch. As they walk out the chapel, Lady Sonia opens the limousine doors for them. It will be a short drive to the wedding reception.

The reception hall, if one could call it that, looks similar to the chapel from the outside. Inside is a large square shaped room furnished with sectional sofas along all the walls. In the center of the room is a tall standing piece of furniture covered in a white cloth. Bill thinks it might be a tall full length mirror. The floor looks like wood but is an imitation tile. The walls are covered in brown drapes. The women are milling around sipping glasses of champagne. They don’t pay much attention to Bill and Myra’s entrance except for the two women with a camera and camcorder.

“A picture for the bride and groom,” the photographer calls out. Both Bill and Myra pose for a wedding shot.

“It is almost time to remove your chastity belt, darling. Take off your shoes and pants but keep your shirt, tie, and tuxedo vest on. You look so handsome in it,” Myra tells him as she squeezes his arm. Bill thought they would do this in private and feels a little awkward stripping in front of so many women. And it certainly does catch their attention as they start gathering around him making conversation. Lady Sonia hands him a full glass of champagne and Myra offers a toast to her new husband.

Some of the women examine his chastity belt and complement Bill on his Prince Albert piercing. Others want to see his tongue and he playfully sticks it out licking his nose to the amazement and laughter of everyone present. Bill is feeling more comfortable and one of the women pours him another glass of champagne. They all raise their glasses in a wedding toast.

Myra informs Bill it is time to remove his chastity belt for once and for all. All the women stand aside as Myra cuts off the lock and she slips the cage off his penis. His cock pops out rock hard and everyone applauds.

Lady Sonia had left the room but now appears again. She has changed from her chauffeur outfit to a tight fitting short skirt nurse costume with a red cross on the front, and she is carrying a nurse’s kit. Everyone turns their attention to her as she makes her way to the center of the room and some of the women whistle at her. She pulls the cover from the center piece in the room. Bill sees what looks like a tall glass window held in an oriental carved wooden frame.

Myra takes his arm and leads him to it with the women following. Bill sees it more clearly now: It is a double paned glass held in a frame, and the glass has a hole in the center. The hole is about 2.5 inches diameter. The women mill around it touching the frame, touching the glass, and they tell Myra what a beautiful antique she has purchased. She tells them it was build in France in the late 19th century to punish men convicted of rape, but it was only used for a short period before being outlawed as cruel and unusual punishment. All the parts are original except for the glass, which she replaced. The last time it was used for its intended purpose was almost 150 years ago. Myra intends to change that tonight.

Bill stares up to the top of the frame to what looks like a very large long thin razor blade. The blade is positioned to slide between the panes of glass and is hinged on taught springs. On the side is a release lever.

“Ms Myra, what is this?” Bill asks meekly.

As the women move away, Myra says, “This is your cure, darling. This is your fix. Never again will you need the chastity belt as I promised.”

“Oh dear god… no…,” Bill stammers in disbelief. He thinks he recognizes the object before him: He is looking a guillotine – a guillotine for his cock!

“You must understand, dear. The chastity belt is a training device. You have gone four weeks without a cock and now it is time to go without a cock for real. It is much better this way, no locks, no uncomfortable cages, no cleaning sessions, and no asking or begging for release. Just accept that this is part of your cure.”

Now Bill is really scared and his once hard cock has softened as small as it can shrink. Myra looks at Bill’s lost erection and she knows the challenge is before her. Bill is a young man in the prime of his sex life. Not one of those weirdoes with transgender fantasies – who are so easily found on the internet.

Myra wants, now more than ever: to experience the thrill of watching while a willing man severs his penis for her delight and empowerment. Myra loves the thought of male castration, but cutting the penis is so much better; it avoids all the unwanted physical changes caused by the loss of male hormones. She doesn’t want her mate to become calm and docile. On the contrary, she wants his aggression heightened with a lifetime of exasperation – forever being denied penile penetration. He can have his vengeance on me by burying his face between my thighs and savaging me with tongue lashes – punishing me for my indiscretions, she thinks to herself. It is too good, it is too perfect, it is so hot, and she wants it. She wants Bill’s cock.

“Now, now, that is not the way to act on our wedding night.” Myra moves behind him and reaches in front taking his shrunken dick in her fingers. The women take seats where they can have a good view and Bill sees them raising their gowns – none of them are wearing panties. They start slowly touching their pussies. Myra starts rubbing his cock and whispers into his ear, “Everyone is getting excited, and can’t you feel the electricity in the air? Don’t think too much about it. Just live for the moment. You are going to cum before it is done. Think of how good it will be to cum,” she whispers and licks his ear. It is not long before Myra feels the blood surging in his penis and she is now fisting his cock like a pro. “Oh, yes, get a good hardon for your new bride and let her play with you on her wedding night.”

Once Bill is fully erect again, she releases the pressure but continues to stroke him lightly. Lady Sonia hands Bill a wedding present and sits on a stool directly in front of him. The tight skirt of her nurse’s uniform raises as she sits giving Bill a view of her shapely thighs. “Open your wedding present from Lady Sonia, Bill,” Myra tells him while continuing to stroke him lightly. Bill opens it and is not quite sure what to make of it. “It is a penisplug, dear… Well… it is not a typical penisplug but a modified flexible catheter tube with a ringed-metal plug. The ring is designed to fit in your Prince Albert piercing.

It will help control your orgasm so it happens at the right time. Isn’t it beautiful? Myra, standing behind Bill, one arm around his waist, her other hand around his cock, hugs him pressing against his back, licking his ear again. “Don’t worry, dear, it will heighten your excitement. I just want to play. You know how I love to tease.” Lady Sonia takes the penisplug from Bill, takes a tube of KY jell from her nurse’s kit, and lubricates the catheter tubing.

Like a professional performing a urinary operation, Lady Sonia removes his Prince Albert ring and aims the open tip of the tube at his pee hole. Bill moves, but Myra hugs him tighter. “Ms Myra, please don’t make me do this.”

“You can do this dear, now stay still and show me what a brave little soldier I have married. When Bill feels it enter, it hurts and he starts to go soft. “It goes in easier if you keep a good hard dick,” Myra says as she squeezes his cock and holds him firmly. Lady Sonia pushes it in and Bill feels a burning sensation as he watches Lady Sonia impale his cock. Bill looks away only to see the other women watching intently. They open their legs flaunting him with good views of their cunts as they play with themselves. “Everyone is enjoying the show. I am so proud of you, dear,” Myra says as she hugs him tightly.

Lady Sonia relentlessly feeds the tube deep down his pee hole until it touches his prostate. There is not a chance of him cumming, however, not this frightened state. Lady Sonia fastens the looped ring attached to the top of the penisplug through his penis head piercing securing it firmly. Myra starts playing with his penis again and turns him to face the guillotine. “You look so handsome, dear, with your tuxedo and penis dress. She then lets him go and walks around to the other side of the guillotine. “Stick it in, dear, I will take you on the other side. Don’t make me wait to take my wedding present.” Bill doesn’t move…

Lady Sonia runs her hand up the back of Bill’s thighs to his boyishly shaped bottom and presses her fingers against him urging him to move forward. Bill looks at her. She is smiling up at him and there is a look of lust in her eyes.

Bill looks at the device before him. Myra is on the other side tracing her fingers around the aperture opening. “Come on, baby, put your magnificent manhood on display. Everyone is hot and wants to cum.” Lady Sonia moves her hand down his bottom, goes up between his thighs, and cups his balls in her hand massaging them. What little softness had started to possess his cock quickly vanishes. “Oh yes, baby, show us all what a proud husband you are; stick it in the guillotine’s love hole; fan it like a proud male peacock fans his feathers.”

Lady Sonia is now standing behind Bill urging him more than ever to move forward. Not really knowing why – perhaps he can’t think, perhaps the champagne, perhaps it is Lady Sonia’s gentle but firm pushing, perhaps it is the excitement, but most likely it is from Myra’s training – he moves forward, his cock goes through the guillotine aperture.

The room is aghast with ous and awes of disbelief. Myra eyes open wide as she exhales in quiet achievement. My god he has done it, she thinks to herself. Not only has he stuck it completely through, but he is sporting a magnificently curved banana erection. The triumph is so sweet for Myra because she has not used physical force – no bonds or chains. She has captured her sexual prey with emotion and will power. She slips the middle finger of her left hand through the penisplug ring; he will not be pulling back out. She feels her clit swell and protrude from her lips as her womanly juices wet her twat. A power tremor rushes through her body. His cock is now hers – completely ready for the taking – but before she takes, she will reward his blind obedience. With her right hand she begins Bill’s final jerk off.

Lady Sonia moves Bill’s hand up an on the release lever. “When you come, my darling, you need to pull the release lever,” Myra tells him in an excited voice. The shock of the reality of the situation really hits Bill and he instinctively moves back but Myra left hand does not permit, and Lady Sonia only gently pushes back against his bare bottom keeping his hips nice and flush against the smooth cool glass. Bill is filled by a sense of panic and perspiration is dripping down his face. But the pleasure of Myra’s stroking hand is taking him to the brink. He is scared to death but his balls surge with four weeks of unshot cum.

He looks at the women around the room and they return his look with open legs. Some of them finger fucking their vaginas, sticking out their tongues at him, licking their lips. Lady Sonia’s one hand is massaging his balls and her other is squeezing his bottom. Lady Sonia is very much into dungeon play, séances, witchcraft, and devil worship but nothing compares to the type of theater that Myra can orchestrate, and this penectomy scene is turning her on to the max.

Myra’s continues her expert hand job keeping Bill’s cock taut and stretched to full length making sure that when the blade drops the full length of his penis will be taken. “Enjoy it, baby, enjoy it, enjoy our wedding night,” Myra tells him in an excited sexual voice. Her words set him off and he starts to blow his sperm up the tube… But his semen is blocked by the plug that caps the catheter tube, which forces a retrograded ejaculation that makes Bill cringe. “Pull the lever now, darling, release your seed and let us all cum together.” She sees a small amount of semen ooze out around the penisplug. He is cumming but not pulling the lever…

Myra looks at Lady Sonia and she understands. It would have been wonderful for Bill to have cut off his own dick, but having her lover assistant perform the act will have to suffice. Lady Sonia places her hand on top of Bill’s hand, which holds the lever, and presses down. The lever releases…

Bill sees the flash of steel before his eyes. The cut is so fast and clean, there is hardly any feel and his cry is more of shock than of pain. Myra pulls his severed cock away releasing a jet of pent up semen that spews from what little remains of his penis. The room is filled with sounds of women crying in excitement. Lady Sonia quickly hands Myra what looks like a candle stick holder. Myra inserts the bloodied end of his cock – which is kept upright by the severed catheter tube – into the holder base. She clamps it shut around the end of his penis, and she holds it up high like the statue of liberty – a trickle of blood runs down the holder, down her hand, and down her arm – for everyone to see, and she receives their applause and adulations.

Two women help Bill – as he falls back – make his way to a stretcher and lie him down. Lady Sonia takes a syringe filled with a blood coagulating drug from her nurse’s kit and starts injecting his wound. The pain of the injections is far worst then his penectomy and Bill moves and screams in pain as the women hold him down allowing Lady Sonia to finish her work. The bleeding stops quickly. She then gives him two pills and helps him drink a glass of water.

Myra removes her robe and comes up to Bill in the nude holding his penis that is kept erect and flexible with the catheter tube inside the urinary track. “Thank you for giving me your cock, dear. And now, as I promised you for our wedding night, I am going to feel your virgin cock inside my snatch. Bill watches with everyone else as Myra inserts his cock into her vagina hole. “Do you like watching me fuck myself on your virgin dick? It feels so good having you inside me.”

As Myra plunges Bill’s penis in and out of her sex, she preaches to him: “A man defines his sexuality in terms of his penis, dear. Even though you may not completely understand it yet, but by cutting off your penis, it fulfills your desire for the fundamental penance. Just as our Lord sacrificed himself on the cross for the transgressions of mankind, you have sacrificed yourself in this guillotine for your own transgressions against womanhood. In this way you have been cured. I now absolve you of all your guilt feelings that you have towards the female race. You are now free and liberated, and I give you your true place in the world as our wedding present.”

Although Myra may rationalize her acts through Freudian thought, she deep down realizes she is an insatiable bitch. When she finds a man that she can dominate, she takes and takes until he can give no more. She doesn’t want simple respect, but extreme awe, reverence and worship. Drive them to lust, and then drive them to despair. What other way is there for her to become the complete goddess?

Myra stops fucking herself with Bill’s cock and withdraws it from her vagina. One of the women opens the door and Maggie bounds into the room. Myra is handed a bowl half full of dog food. “Poor Maggie hasn’t eaten for a day.” Myra unfastens his penis from its holder, unclips the ring that holds the cock head, and slides the softened penis down off the penisplug into the dog dish bowl. She stirs it around in the dog food, and then sets it on the floor. They all watch as Maggie eagerly woofs down Bill’s cock. “No happy John Bobbitt ending for you, my dear.”

Myra straddles Bill’s face presenting her pussy to his mouth. “Now thank me, my dear husband, for curing you. Show me your appreciation by eating my twat. Show the women here what a great pussy eater I have married.”

In Bill’s now shocked and drugged state, he can’t and doesn’t want to obey… “Oh baby, I save my pussy all this time for you and now this is what you do.” Myra gets off his face… “It is alright, dear, I understand.”

“Now that you have given your wedding present, Lady Sonia, give Bill my present to him.” Lady Sonia opens a box and shows Bill a barbell tongue stud. “Since your penis jewelry won’t do you much good any more, I thought a jewel for your tongue would be a nice replacement. Stick out your tongue, dear.” Bill, like a zombie, partially opens his mouth. Lady Sonia sticks the scissor tweezers into his mouth, pinches his tongue, pulls it out, and then expertly drives the piercing needle through the center followed by the 12 gauge barbell.

All the women disrobe except for their masks, and start kissing each other. Bill watches as a lesbian orgy breaks out. He feels the effects of the pills that Lady Sonia has given him and falls asleep. His last memory of the night will be the sight of Lady Sonia’s on her knees with her head between a woman’s thighs.