My one night with Lady Sonia was an evening I never believed could happen.

We’d satisfied in a net talk room and hit as friends it down very good. However the issue was that Lady Sonia existed on the west coast and I existed on the east coast.

We discussed about music, life, the connections each of us were in at the time. Through the instant messaging on the net we had some pretty intensive cyber sex encounters. That cause to more powerful telephone gender activities. We’d a psychological attachment to each other, how to get each other off and how to turn each other on.

However our real-life associations were in the approach of if the power of the illusion world could be coordinated in truth finding out. We were each involved in a long range connection. Hers happened to be with a person in an area about an hour absent from me. So anytime Lady Sonia came out to visit him, Lady Sonia slept with different friends of hers and we’d always see each other for a time some kissing, a food, friendly conversation, but that was it. Lady Sonia did not want to cheat on her boyfriend and I did not want to cheat on my sweetheart.

We kept in hint over the years and every time I was between interactions, Lady Sonia was in one, and , I was in one when Lady Sonia was available. However that all improved one August day.

I was between connections and Lady Sonia was on the East Coast visiting. We met at a playground near her friend’s home before meal and Lady Sonia was looking better than normal. Her blonde hair was down around her shoulders (Lady Sonia normally wore it short) a loose-fitting red v-neck top that showed off some of her 40C bosom, and a match of tight trousers that presented her okay butt well. We greeted each other with our usual hug and kiss, during which our tongues intertwined and I believed I felt a little something extra in her kiss but I was not sure. During our lunch conversation Lady Sonia was worrying about how he was managing her and how Lady Sonia was finding tired of the buddies Lady Sonia was sticking with. I encouraged that Lady Sonia get away from it all for a night and come stay at my location. If Lady Sonia was worried about what everyone thought Lady Sonia may stay in my visitor area I explained.

Lady Sonia approved my invitation and we were having some pleasant dialogue in the vehicle on the journey back, when Lady Sonia explained ‘Gary I detect you have been examining me out rather a touch today, I bet you can not delay to get back to your area and get your mouth on these’ and with that Lady Sonia me her wonderful breasts. I nearly lost command of the car at that time, but handled to get refocused on the interstate. Then Lady Sonia leaned around and whispered in my ear ‘I like the impact I’m having on you’ and unzipped my fly, needed out my hardening cock and stroked it a several times.Then Lady Sonia said ‘I will not wait until I will taste this tonight’ stroked it a several more times and then slid it back in my jeans.

Like needed permanently the trip back to my location seemed. Nevertheless after we got there things warmed up easily. Our fingers were all over each other, getting off each others clothes immediately after I closed the home behind us. We were naked in less than a second. I pinned her against the home and reached around to fit her butt while my tongue was in her mouth and my hard-on was pushing against her pussy. I lifted one of her thighs with one and somewhat forced I was inside her. Lady Sonia covered her arms around my neck, then put her other knee up and covered it around my waist and growled in my ear ‘Fuck me hard infant’ and with that I pushed into her as hard and quickly as I may, while my mind bent down to coat these attractive breasts. My head was still rotating from the fact I was finally getting to fuck her and I was amazed that before I shot my first heap of the night into her limited pussy it took just a few moments and we were doing it standing up.

As we stood there covered in each others arms inhaling hard my treatment dick tucked out of her slit and Lady Sonia reached down said and needed a hold of it ‘let us see how quickly you may get ready for rounded 2?. With this Lady Sonia needed my dick into her mouth.Lady and knelt down in front of me Sonia rolled her language over it as it slid between her lips. Subsequently Lady Sonia licked down and up while playing with my balls. Lady Sonia was licking and sucking on my balls and pleading me to get hard easily as Lady Sonia started beating me off with her hand, moving them on her language one at a time. It did not take long of that treatment before I was ready to move again and rock hard.

Where I’d her sit down I stood her up and shifted her to the chair and I knelt in entrance of her. I began to tracing my language softly over the lips while achieving up to massage her breasts and coat her vagina. I sucked each vagina top into my mouth to relish her juices while moving my language across them. Then I tracked my tongue over them in the design of each notice of the alphabet as I shifted my hands down so I may caress her good ass and slowly begin to finger fuck her slit while consuming her and did the alphabet strategy. Lady Sonia was moaning fully with enjoyment. Lady Sonia had draped her feet around my head and squeezed them to take me actually deeper to her as her fingers helped hold my head in spot I was in ecstasy. But gradually I’d to come up for air. When I did I stood her up and needed her spot sitting on the sofa.

Lady Sonia started to ride me slowly at first hovering forward so we could reveal a long enthusiastic hug and instinctively secured me. So I may time my thrusts upward to match hers perfectly lady Sonia was moving at the great tempo. I slid my experience down so I may bury my experience between her luscious chests as Lady Sonia rode stroking them. That suddenly started using me quickly and hard like a racehorse and must’ve established anything off inside her as Lady Sonia covered her arms around me. I could not keep up with her so I just leaned back, loved the look of overall delight on her face, the looks of her shouting with delight, the sight of her tits jumping up and along and the sense of her small vagina around my cock. Lady Sonia began yelling and moaning that Lady Sonia was cumming and that chance what thought like even a greater fill than the first moment into her and established me off thrust upward and as I kept her bum and hips. Lady Sonia collapsed speechless onto me, smiling, working her fingers through my hair saying ‘why did not we do this quicker?

After that we got had meal and fitted, but by delicacy we were both bare and finding different uses for the whipped product. At as I banged her while licking whipped product off her chests one time Lady Sonia was sitting on the living area stand. We shifted to the floor and Lady Sonia included my cock with whipped treatment before providing me an incredible blowjob, teasing me with her teeth and tongue, and finished Lady Sonia in missionary with her legs as I shot another fill inside her wrapped around me.

We kept nude the rest of the night acquiring and participating in some heavy petting and doing it twice more moment before going to sleep. We did it twice more the pursuing day including once in the shower before it was moment to drive her home.. We arranged that it was even better in-person than either of us would have imagined. However we also decided that it was best left as a one-night stay as there was no way we’d be able to top what occurred. Lady Sonia is happy with him and created up with her sweetheart and a month later I met an amazing person I’m still finding.

Lady Sonia had always fantasised about being with another woman but despite making each other come just talking about it, the fantasy was no nearer to becoming a reality. My fantasies are as most men’s, anything from two women to group sex, but I have always had a voyeur in me that would like to watch Lady Sonia having sex with a man or women without her knowing.

Let me describe Lady Sonia (Lady Sonia) 5ft 8, very sexy size 10/12, long brown hair, brown eyes with an amazing round ass and a small very peachy pussy. She is a very sexy woman who has always been open to new experiences…So with that in mind I booked her an escort to come round and give her a massage, she would not know it was anything other than a home massage and did not suspect a thing.

The day of the massage had arrived and I had mentioned that I had booked, one of those mobile massages, that come to your home Lady Sonia was not even a little suspicious

Lady Sonia asked “That is great will she call me before she arrives to see what type of massage I want to have”

I had already prompted Mistress Tess, the masseuse that she should call and pre-empt the finer points of the massage, which she did, telling Lady Sonia that she should have a nice bath with a glass of wine, relax and lie on the bed naked with a towel over her bum.

As the evening drew nearer I was literally shaking with adrenaline and excitement at what I was going to witness. I had set up the spare bedroom, in which the bed was situated on the left of the door along the wall and a window opposite on the left. This meant that if Lady Sonia had her head at the top of the bed I would be able to see almost all of her body without her seeing me in the hall.

I went upstairs at 7pm and ran a bath for Lady Sonia to relax in, put a glass of dry white on the side and a towel on the rail. Lady Sonia slipped into the bath and sipped her wine at which point door bell rang, I almost stopped breathing, how exciting not to mention scary this was. I had not yet seen Mistress Tess, although I had seen some images on her website.

I went down stairs, knees a little wobbly with adrenaline and nerves, and opened the front door…”hello Sam” said this very cute dark haired girl, wow she is lovely, about 36yrs old, long dark hair and size 8/10. We walked into the lounge and shut the door, “Is everything alright?” she asked.

I explained that Lady Sonia was in the bath and no wiser to what we had discussed. Mistress Tess said that she would pop up stairs and say hello, which she did and by which time Lady Sonia was out of the bath and had a rope on.

Mistress Tess asked her to go and lie on the bed and that she was going to get ready, I in the mean time made out that I was going to watch the match in the lounge and to have fun.

I went down stairs and quietly took off my clothes and climbed the stairs slowly in almost silence, once at the top of the stairs I turned a little to the left and peering through the door way could see Lady Sonia’s naked legs and the top of the white fully towel that was covering her bum, but only just…I was becoming aroused just as Mistress Tess appeared from the bathroom in a black silk slip, and WOW what a body, she put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to remain silent and slipped past me, brushing her bum against my hardening cock, I knew this would be good.

Once Mistress Tess was in the bedroom with Lady Sonia she asked her if she would prefer oil or power, she choose oil and the massage began in much the same way all massages do, with her rubbing oil slowly into Lady Sonia’s back, she started a little small talk to put Lady Sonia at ease and told her that she did not have many clients but liked the ones she had.

Mistress Tess continued to slowly rub and massage oil into Lady Sonia’s back and when she had decided that she was at ease she got up on the bed and straddled her just below her bum, all the time rubbing up and down her back in a slow writhing motion, “is this ok” Mistress Tess asked to which Lady Sonia replied with a faint moan. Mistress Tess then asked the million dollar question “Lady Sonia is it alright to remove the towel?”…Silence

“Yes” (although a little sheepish). Mistress Tess reached down and slid the towel down over her bum, down her legs and left it at the end of the bed, I could see her looking at Lady Sonia’s voluptuous round bum with a glint in her eye and a sensual smile, She was also aware that Mistress Tess had nothing on under her silk slip and every now and then her pussy would lightly touch her bum.

Mistress Tess then stood next to the bed and began caressing her legs, first only her calves down to her feet, then moving up to the backs of her knees and then to caress her thighs which produced a very quiet, but defined moan from Lady Sonia, “is that nice” Mistress Tess asked “mmm yes ” Lady Sonia answered.

Mistress Tess began to gently glide over her bum in small light sweeps of her fingers, increasing the pressure with every stroke, until, with her breathing increasing she was touching her bum in a definite sexual manor and beginning to get turned on herself.

“You can turn over now” Mistress Tess said and with the Lady Sonia turned over, revealing her pert 34C breasts and neatly trimmed pussy, Mistress Tess began caressing her thighs lengthening her strokes each time until she was going past her pussy and up to her tummy, being careful not to touch her sweet mound, Mistress Tess looked over to me when she reached to just under her breasts, I was playing with my now rock hard cock and was almost ready to cum, Mistress Tess was looking at her breasts wondering weather to go that step further?

I motioned for her to touch Lady Sonia’s breasts, she started slowly by stroking around each breast slowly with increasing passion, then I saw Mistress Tess squeeze her breast and touch her nipple which was very hard, Lady Sonia let out a moan of pleasure, almost giving her the green light to continue further…

Mistress Tess kept caressing her left breast and at the same time let her hand slowly, very slowly slide down her stomach, down her right thigh, and then up the inside of her thigh, Lady Sonia parted her legs with eagerness. At the same time Mistress Tess bent down and took Lady Sonia’s right nipple in her mouth, flicking her tongue over each breast, Lady Sonia let out a load moan, Mistress Tess brought her hand up to her pussy “is that ok” she whispered “yes really ok” Lady Sonia said.

She bent over Lady Sonia sucking and kissing her nipples and breasts, trailing her hair over them and licking around them, she began playing with her clit flicking over it and then applying pressure on it and then just as she was about to cum, she put two fingers into her dripping wet pussy, this was as much as I could take and in a massive wave I came harder than I have ever cum before, as if on queue Lady Sonia uttered “you are going to make me cum”, her breathing getting faster, her body twitching “uhhh oh god keep doing that, I’m coming” Mistress Tess kept on sucking her nipples and playing with her pussy until she could stand no more and in one last wave of ecstasy came all over her fingers and hand.

Mistress Tess stayed for a minute or two and then said she would leave her to relax, I met her standing in the hall on her way to the bathroom; she looked very hot, really turned on. I was still naked and really hard and with cum all over my cock, she did not say a word, she simply knelt down and took my cock in her mouth, sucking all the cum of my cock, sucking every drop out of me, swallowing all of it, I came again within seconds filling her mouth, she then got up cum on her chin and went to get changed…

What an evening…

Lady Sonia edited and re-edited the email; then deleted it, re-wrote it from scratch and edited it some more. But this second draft was getting too long, too wordy, so Lady Sonia deleted that one, too, and rewrote it in a completely different way. When Lady Sonia was finished, Lady Sonia was still unhappy. Her intent was simple, the gist of the message straightforward, but Lady Sonia had to get the right nuances or her night would end in a disaster. A wrong outcome might even ruin her life.

It was worth spending time to get it exactly right.

After sweating over the keyboard for more than two hours, Lady Sonia admitted to herself that was good enough, that it had been good enough all along; that her fears – entirely valid fears – had driven her to look for any excuse to avoid sending it. But, right or wrong, it was time to commit herself. With her hand trembling on the mouse, Lady Sonia clicked the “send” button and let it fly through the Internet to Thomas’s office computer, warts and all.

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As soon as Lady Sonia sent it, Lady Sonia began to regret her stupidity with all her heart. Now Lady Sonia was committed. Absolutely committed. Lady Sonia asked herself what Lady Sonia had done. Lady Sonia cursed herself out loud because Lady Sonia had to follow through no matter what second thoughts Lady Sonia had. The email was a promise and Lady Sonia always kept her promises. If Lady Sonia reneged now, how could Lady Sonia expect Thomas to ever again trust her?

Lady Sonia opened the copy of the email in her “sent” folder and stared at it for a half hour, reading and re-reading it. And, with every reading, Lady Sonia imagined a different way that her evening could unfold. The best Lady Sonia could hope for was utter degradation. Any other outcome was worse.

Dear Thomas:

Last week, you told me that you were unhappy in our marriage. I was surprised because I thought it was going pretty well. Since then, I have been thinking about what I might do to make you happier. You have told me on a number of occasions that you think that our sex life has become mundane. That I am not as adventurous now as when we were dating.

So I am going to change that tonight.

I am not coming home after work. Instead, I will go into the bar at 1529 Broadway called O’Reilly’s Pump at exactly 9:00, sit down, and begin entertaining sexual propositions from men. I do not expect that to take long because I will dress in a way that makes my intention obvious. My intention is this: I will get on my knees in the Men’s washroom and give a big, sloppy blow job to the first man who is willing to pay me twenty dollars.

If I cannot find any one who is willing to pay me even that paltry sum by 10:00, then I will start approaching men and offering to service them for free. One way or another, I will not leave the bar until I have swallowed some man’s cum. This is the promise that I make to you and to myself.

I hope with all my heart that you will be the man to buy my service, but if you chose to let someone else to make an offer first, I will not hesitate to give him a blow job instead.

My fate is in your hands.

I hope that this is the kind of sexual adventure that will make you happy.

Love,

Lady Sonia

Thomas read the email a second time. What the hell was this all about? He never told Lady Sonia that he wanted to get a blow job in a Men’s room in some seedy bar. And he sure as hell never told her that he wanted her to cheat on him with some stranger. What the hell was Lady Sonia thinking?

He raged because, after twenty years of marriage, he knew exactly what Lady Sonia was thinking. This was just another way for her to jerk him around. It seemed like Lady Sonia spent every minute of every day searching for some way to impose her will on him, complaining that he never helped out around the house, and when he did, complaining that he did everything wrong – demanding that he fold towels the same way that Lady Sonia folded them and demanding that he take out the garbage when Lady Sonia wanted it taken out.

And, of course, the ultimate battleground for their two-decade-long power struggle was the bedroom. When he wanted sex, denying him it gave her more power than allowing herself to be seduced, so they made love on her schedule – two or three times a month – rather than according to his needs; needs which became more urgent every time Lady Sonia looked at him with a twinkle in her eye, let him beg for a while, then decided that Lady Sonia wasn’t in the mood after all. And when Lady Sonia did let him make love to her, the rules were hers – in the bedroom, lights off, missionary position, and he better come quick or Lady Sonia’d find it too painful to let him continue to the end.

And now Lady Sonia was commanding him to show up at some bar at exactly 9:00 or Lady Sonia was going to give someone else a blow job – a sexual act that Lady Sonia had always said was “too disgusting” to do for him even as Lady Sonia told him with her next breath that Lady Sonia loved with all her heart.

He was so frustrated that he wanted to scream.

Shopping took longer than Lady Sonia expected – most of the afternoon. Who would have thought that it would take so long to find clothes that would make her look like a two-bit whore? It was true that Lady Sonia was a little old for the game – already over forty –but that shouldn’t have been a problem. Dressing two decades too young for her age would give her the exact look that Lady Sonia wanted – desperate and willing to do whatever Lady Sonia had to do to earn twenty bucks. The problem was that Lady Sonia was fifteen pounds overweight and those few extra pounds on her forty-year old body made her about six sizes too large to fit into the clothes that designed to make a twenty-year-old look like a slut.

But Lady Sonia was a trooper and was willing to squeeze into clothes that were a couple of sizes too small if that was required. Comfort was not her goal. Her only practical concern was that Lady Sonia had to be able to sink to her knees without ripping her skirt to shreds.

If her personal humiliation would make her husband happy, it was a price that Lady Sonia was willing to pay. Not a price that Lady Sonia wanted to pay; not a price that Lady Sonia was eager to pay; but one that Lady Sonia would pay for his sake. But Lady Sonia never expected that Lady Sonia would have to start paying so soon in such large denominations to so many condescending, skinnier-than-thou, minimum-wage teenage clerks in trendy clothing stores. The frank sneers and giggling whispers behind her back made her blush as Lady Sonia sorted through the racks of plus sized teen apparel. How did these clerks know that Lady Sonia was shopping for herself and not for a daughter? Maybe their first clue was that Lady Sonia was shopping alone and their second clue that Lady Sonia kept taking the clothes into the change room to try them on.

In Rue Chic, Lady Sonia managed to squeeze into a hot pink tube top in the dressing room. As Lady Sonia looked at herself in the full-length mirror, Lady Sonia hated the way her waist bulged and strained the double-stretch almost as much as Lady Sonia hated the way her nipples made such prominent bumps in the thin material. It was perfect. Lady Sonia wasn’t looking for clothes that Lady Sonia liked; or even clothes that flattered her; Lady Sonia was looking for clothes that made her look like Lady Sonia was available to anyone who cared to ask. And the way the skimpy top displayed cleavage all the way down to her nipples screamed that her boobs were available to one and all. Lady Sonia imagined that Thomaser – Lady Sonia had convinced herself that the man who would buy her services tonight would certainly be Thomaser; that was the only way Lady Sonia could force herself to do this – would want her to pull the top down to her waist while Lady Sonia was blowing him so that he could look watch her naked tits bounce as her head bobbed back and forth in a frenzy of licking and slobbering. This hateful scrap of clothing was the prefect top in every way.

The teenaged clerk gave her a smarmy grin as Lady Sonia passed her the bag and said, “Have a nice day, ma’am,” investing the final word with as much venom as possible.

Lady Sonia felt a fresh blush of shame and wanted to slap the little bitch; Lady Sonia only refrained because Lady Sonia would not give the little tart the satisfaction.

The scene was repeated at Lilly’s Boutique where Lady Sonia found a little black miniskirt that was short – the hem rode more than two inches above her knee – and uncomfortably tight. Before Lady Sonia left the change room, Lady Sonia looked in the mirror closely, then took a blue pen from her purse and marked a small line slightly less than halfway between the hem and her crotch. The line was hard to see on the black material, but Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia would be able to find it when Lady Sonia looked for it later. The skirt was already short, but it would be a lot shorter before Lady Sonia wore it out tonight.

The slender, blonde, teenaged clerk called her, “dear,” a term usually used to condescend to senior citizens, in a tone of precisely calculated distain. Lady Sonia ignored the clerk and worried about the skirt. Lady Sonia was going to have to hike it up to her crotch before kneeling down otherwise it would split at the seam for certain. Lady Sonia could look forward to one more little inescapable humiliation in the Men’s room at O’Reilly’s. When Lady Sonia thought about hiking the skirt up, Lady Sonia realized that her choice of panty style and colour was going to matter.

Lady Sonia would have preferred going out bare-legged, but the skirt would be short enough to reveal a little spiderweb of varicose veins halfway up her right thigh, even when Lady Sonia was standing up, and Lady Sonia worried that that would reduce her desirability or, Lady Sonia should say, salability, when Lady Sonia put herself on the market tonight.

Lady Sonia could not wear a bra with the top, even if Lady Sonia wanted to; and finding black stockings, garter belt, and a scarlet thong in her size was easy. Lady Sonia could have chosen a black thong to match the miniskirt or a pink one to match the top, but it was important that the thong contrast with the skirt and stockings as much as possible; Lady Sonia wanted men to have no doubt about what they were seeing when Lady Sonia had to part her legs to move or when her skirt hiked up accidentally. Lady Sonia was not a natural exhibitionist and hated the thought that anyone would see more than was modest and proper; Lady Sonia would do her best to minimize the frequency and severity of her indiscretions. But, realistically, indiscretions would happen no matter how alert Lady Sonia was and how careful Lady Sonia moved. By the time Lady Sonia got to the Men’s room, Lady Sonia would have no shred of self respect left, but Lady Sonia would fight to keep as much dignity as possible before that final, inevitable degradation. That was what would make every little humiliation along the way so keenly felt.

As Lady Sonia bought the garter belt, Lady Sonia fretted about the miniskirt that was in the trunk of her car. It was going to be very short by the time Lady Sonia was ready to wear it and the garter belt straps were only adjustable to a limited degree. Even with the stockings pulled as high as possible, Lady Sonia wondered how much of the rigging would be visible below the hem. Lady Sonia was sick with fear that the hem of the skirt would be too high and the stockings too low, showing more than Lady Sonia wanted. But Lady Sonia was already committed to wearing the entire ensemble, no matter how it looked when Lady Sonia finally saw it all together.

Pink, strappy, open-toed shoes with three-inch stilettos completed her hooker outfit. If those shoes didn’t shout, “fuck me!” to the entire world then nothing would.

Lady Sonia could not to home and risk running into Thomas prematurely, so Lady Sonia checked into a cheap motel and spent the next hour sitting in the crumby room, working on the miniskirt. Lady Sonia had brought a pair of tailor scissors with her and immediately began cutting at the pen mark that Lady Sonia had made in the change room in the store. After chopping a good three inches of material off the bottom, Lady Sonia used a black thread and a needle to re-hem them by hand.

After her alteration, Lady Sonia looked at the skirt in her hands and wondered if Lady Sonia had cut off too much. Would this scrap of material even cover her crotch? Lady Sonia hoped to hell that Lady Sonia had marked the skirt properly in the store because Lady Sonia was going to wear them in public this evening, no matter what kind of mistake Lady Sonia might have made.

Lady Sonia would not get dressed until the last minute for fear that if Lady Sonia had time to think about what Lady Sonia looked like after seeing herself in the entire ensemble, Lady Sonia would lose her nerve and flee home in shame. Failing to keep her promise would be the worst humiliation possible. Unthinkable, so Lady Sonia refused to think about it.

Her stomach was already twisted into knots too tight to eat and her mind was too distressed to follow even a simple television program. So Lady Sonia just sat quietly as the sun sank lower in the sky and let her multitude of fears torture her, watching the clock ticked the minutes away.

Lady Sonia hoped that Thomas understood the hell that Lady Sonia was putting herself through just to give him a bit of excitement.

There was no way he would ever call her mundane again.

The more Thomas thought about his wife’s email, the angrier he grew. He was sick and tired of dancing to her tune. For the sake of the kids, he had put up with her sniping and bitching for a long, long time. But Samantha would be starting university in two months and David had already been living in the dorms for two years; they did not need him at home any longer. This summer, he had barely seen either one of them – they were out with friends every night until all hours. Since Sam’s birth, he had been counting down the years of their childhood like a convict marking off a twenty-year sentence; now it was time for him to be paroled. God knows, he’d earned a little time off for good behaviour.

The only question was whether he should take his freedom today or tomorrow or next week. There was no question that he would be gone by Thanksgiving. He might be celebrating alone, but it would be the first Thanksgiving in memory when he would truly be thankful rather than just maintaining a pretense.

Lady Sonia’s email promised that Lady Sonia was going to be out of the house at 9:00 tonight and Lady Sonia always kept her promises. He could drop by the house, pack a bag, and be gone before Lady Sonia got back.

As for her little “adventure” in some bar, Lady Sonia could do whatever the hell Lady Sonia wanted. Blow every barfly in the place for all he cared. Or get smart, walk out unscathed, and keep her prissy little mouth virginal forever. Lady Sonia was an adult, for Christ’s sake. Lady Sonia wanted to be the one to make every decision? Well, this was her decision. Lady Sonia was welcome to it and Lady Sonia would damn well have to live with the result.

After Lady Sonia parked, Lady Sonia pulled the visor down and took a last look at her face in the fading summer sunset. The sky-blue eye shadow looked like it had been applied with a shovel; thick black eyeliner outlined her lids in a crude imitation of the ‘60s mod style; and her laLady Sonias hung so heavy with mascara that they looked false. Her lips were painted full with the brightest scarlet Lady Sonia could find – a hue that begged to be left in perfect ring around the root of someone’s – Thomaser’s – cock. The rest of her face was bare – no foundation, no concealer, not even a touch of rouge to hide behind. A man grab it, hold it, rub his cock across it, dribble his cum over it, without any concern about smudging or smearing her.

Seeing the whore’s face staring back from the mirror where Lady Sonia was only one step away from a busy downtown street made her heart pound harder than ever.

The automobile clock read 8:59. The hour of truth had arrived. Lady Sonia grabbed the little black purse that contained a single twenty dollar bill, her keys, and nothing else; and opened her car door.

There was no way to step out without spreading her legs and flashing that lipstick-coloured thong. Broadway was a busy street in the evening; no time would be any better than right now. Just as Lady Sonia put her left foot on the asphalt, Lady Sonia glanced up and saw wide eyes peering from a passing car window. There was one teenage boy who would soon be having a wet dream about a woman old enough to be his mother.

Lady Sonia hated to think that Lady Sonia was contributing to the delinquency of minors, so, before any more cars zipped by, Lady Sonia slid her second leg out as quickly as possible, stood up, and pulled the hem of the miniskirt as far down as Lady Sonia could. It did not pull very far down.

As Lady Sonia walked the block and a half to the bar, Lady Sonia glanced at herself in the darkened store windows. Lady Sonia saw glimpses of the same slut that Lady Sonia had seen in the motel mirror – breasts bouncing like two excited puppies, threatening to escape from the too-tight tube top at every step; a clear sliver of bare white thigh slipping into view at stocking top every time the miniskirt hem flicked sideways as the too-high heels forced her hips to swivel from one extreme to the other; and an ass, unmarked by any visible panty line, bulging and squirming inside the too-tight skirt like bread dough being kneaded from the inside by a hidden baker.

Lady Sonia felt the cooling evening air blowing around her bare thighs all the way up to her naked ass cheeks, making her feel as though Lady Sonia were naked all the way up to her crotch, despite the visual confirmation that the miniskirt did indeed cover her to the tops of the stockings.

Lady Sonia had to fight the urge to reach up and hike the tube top higher – Lady Sonia had difficulty convincing herself that it only felt like it was slipping further off her boobs with every step. More than once, Lady Sonia could not resist glancing down at her chest to make sure that Lady Sonia was not revealing the rosy edge of her nipples above the hot pink fabric. Not yet.

Lady Sonia felt relief when Lady Sonia finally reached the door of the bar, even though, intellectually, Lady Sonia knew that at this threshold, Lady Sonia was truly stepping from the frying pan into the fire.

Lady Sonia had never been inside the bar before, but had walked past a few times in the past week and had even parked for a while to watch patrons entering and leaving, so Lady Sonia had a good idea about what to expect. O’Reilly’s was a working man’s bar. Not antiseptic, not even very clean, but not a scum hole, either. The kind of place where some men came to drink a few beers with their buddies once a week, mostly just to get away from the wife and kids; where other men would stop after a shift on the assembly line and try to wash the taste of the factory out of their mouth. It was a place where neither wives nor girlfriends were welcome. The occasional hooker would stop by, but the trade was too slim to support one full time. Sluts were tolerated as long as they were willing to pay for most of their own drinks and didn’t demand too much attention.

It was a bar where Lady Sonia would be neither welcomed nor driven off, but tolerated for as long as Lady Sonia wiLady Soniad to stay.

As her over-high heels forced her to sashay to the bar, Lady Sonia surveyed the room. Every eye in the placelooked back at her. And every one of those eyes was male – on Monday evenings business was too slow for real hookers and the sluts were still sleeping off their weekend debaucheries.

There were no booths, just a handful of tables with chairs and a row of stools at the bar. There were a dozen customers drinking at three of the tables and another five seated on the barstools.

Certain that Lady Sonia had missed him, Lady Sonia surveyed the room again to confirm that, to her dismay, Thomaser was nowhere to be seen.

Her heart sank.

Lady Sonia chose the stool that was furthest from any other customers – it happened to be close to the centre of the bar because the other customers were clustered at the ends – and sat down.

As her legs bent, Lady Sonia could feel her way-short skirt hike up past her stocking tops so that her bare thighs and a good piece of her ass stuck to the brown fake leather. The chrome edge drew a cold line across the naked backs of her upper legs.

The men in the room were not looking at her face; their eyes were focused on her legs, ass, and tits. Lady Sonia felt herself blush; a modest woman wearing an outfit this indecent would have no need for rouge.

Lady Sonia did not impress the fiftyish bartender one way or the other. He had seen it all and couldn’t care less. He left her sitting for a good five minutes while he pulled a pitcher for one of the regulars and chatted about the game yesterday. When it was convenient for him, he sauntered down to her and asked, “What can I get ya, miss?”

Lady Sonia glanced involuntarily at her bare ring finger – Lady Sonia had left her wedding ring at home as her one and only concession to good taste – and said, “Coke. No ice, please.”

“Costs the same as if you get some rum in it.”

“No thanks. Just Coke. No ice.” Lady Sonia had decided early in the afternoon that Lady Sonia would not be drinking tonight – Lady Sonia wanted to keep her head crystal clear to ensure that Lady Sonia felt every iota of her humiliation as keenly as possible. And it was working. Nothing had really happened yet and Lady Sonia already felt more deeply humiliated than at any other time in her entire life. And that was saying something – high school had not been kind to Lady Sonia.

While the bartender was drawing her Coke, Lady Sonia kept her eyes down, staring at the scarred wood, and wondering where Thomaser was and what he was doing. Lady Sonia had given him the option of leaving her here alone and forcing her to give a blowjob to a stranger – Lady Sonia had been explicit about that in her email – but Lady Sonia had never imagined that he would take her up on that offer.

“Four-fifty,” the barkeep said as he puLady Soniad the glass toward her.

It would have been a cheap rum and coke, but it was a damned expensive glass of pop. Lady Sonia passed him the twenty from her purse and he went to fetch her change.

The thought occurred to her that he might have failed to receive her email, or failed to read it, but Lady Sonia dismissed that out of hand. Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia had the address right because it had not bounced back and Lady Sonia knew for a fact that he never left the office until he had read everything in his inbox. He conducted too much critical business by email to be lax about that.

That was a pity because, right now, Lady Sonia wanted nothing more in the world than to have an excuse to get up and leave this bar still unsullied.

But Lady Sonia could not use that as an excuse; there were two other, far more likely, possibilities. Either he wanted her to suck off a stranger in the Men’s room of some seedy bar – maybe he even had had fantasies about it – or he thought that Lady Sonia wanted to do it and did not care enough, or cared too much, to interfere. It seemed unlikely that he thought Lady Sonia wanted to blow a stranger because Lady Sonia said explicitly in her email that Lady Sonia hoped that he would be the one to purchase her services tonight.

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That left only the first possibility – that Lady Sonia would soon be on her knees in the Men’s room with a strange cock in her mouth because that was exactly where her husband wanted her and Lady Sonia was determined to give him exactly what he wanted. Her head turned about of its own accord and her eyes stared for a long time at the dirty little sign that read “Restrooms” over the alcove at the far side of the bar.

For the first time, it occurred to her that Lady Sonia could have specified the Lady’s room. Until now, Lady Sonia had only thought about the Men’s because that was the more degrading option by a slight measure.

Now another thought occurred to her. If Thomaser wanted her to suck off a stranger, was he going to require that, when Lady Sonia got home, Lady Sonia tell him about the whole experience in excruciating detail? Was that the thrill that he craved? Recalling the act for his amusement would be even more degrading than performing the act itself. And if Lady Sonia confessed every detail of her act, was he going to bring it up again and again every time they had some little spat for the rest of their lives? Every time he got angry, would he remind her once again that Lady Sonia had once been an unfaithful slut?

That thought incited a twinge of anger that fortified her a little for the night ahead. If he started holding this against her, Lady Sonia could always remind him that her perfidy was a result of his choices: first to accuse her of being sexually boring and mundane; and second, not to rescue her from her self-assigned fate.

Two could play the blame game.

Thomaser threw the suitcase in the trunk of his car, came around to the driver’s side, hopped in and started the engine.

For the first time since his twenties, he felt like a free man. He could go anywhere he wanted, do anything he wanted. And the first thing that he wanted was to make his escape before Lady Sonia showed up. If Lady Sonia had come to her senses and given up her silly game before Lady Sonia even got to the bar; Lady Sonia would be pulling around the corner at any minute. Or Lady Sonia could have blown some guy in her first five minutes and still be pulling around the corner at any minute. He knew one sure thing from his years of experience: sex with Lady Sonia was always a quick business. And he knew that he did not want to have to spend the rest of the night explaining why he was leaving. He had not even written a note – Lady Sonia could spend all the time Lady Sonia needed figuring it out during all the leisure time that Lady Sonia would have in the coming years. Not being able to rag on him constantly would give her endless free time.

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Besides, if he had left a note, one of the kids might have found it before Lady Sonia did. They weren’t likely to get back until after midnight, but who knew how long Lady Sonia might have to spend trying to find some man who would actually want her frumpy forty-year-old body. Lady Sonia might not come home until the bar closed; and there was nothing that he would say in a note that he wanted his children to read.

Without further contemplation, he hit the road.

As Lady Sonia was getting to the bottom of her Coke, Lady Sonia heard a burst of laughter behind her. Lady Sonia had spent the last twenty minutes nursing her Coke as slowly as possible and had not dared to look around. Lady Sonia clung desperately to the hope that Thomaser would still come here and Lady Sonia was afraid of inadvertently encouraging some other man to approach her. In her fantasies, Lady Sonia had imagined that Lady Sonia would have been bolder from the outset. That if Thomaser were a no-show, Lady Sonia would have begun acting like a real hooker immediately, turning around and making eye contact with the customers, enticing likely johns with a coy smile, actively soliciting interest in the wares that Lady Sonia was putting on display, open to all offers.

Instead, Lady Sonia was sitting here like a wallflower at a high school formal, too shy to meet a fella, knowing that Lady Sonia would go home again without having danced a single step.

Which was exactly what Lady Sonia wanted. The only man Lady Sonia wanted to dance with was her husband – the man Lady Sonia loved.

But Lady Sonia wasn’t going to get what Lady Sonia wanted. If Thomaser failed to show up damn, soon, Lady Sonia’d be dancing on her knees with her lips around someone else’s cock, however much Lady Sonia hated the idea.

Lady Sonia prayed with all her heart that Thomaser would walk through the door right now, whisk her off to the Men’s room for their exciting adventure, and then take her safely home where they would collapse in gales of laughter about their bold walk on the wild side of the tracks.

For a second, Lady Sonia thought that her dreams had come true; a bass voice mumbled in her ear, “Hey, babe, want to have some fun tonight?” exactly the way Lady Sonia expected Thomas to come on to her when he entered into the spirit of the game.

But, when Lady Sonia turned, Lady Sonia saw a grizzled man ten years younger than her with a five o’clock shadow and bloodshot eyes leering at her.

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Thomas was MIA and it was time to complete the promise that Lady Sonia had made to herself. Lady Sonia replied in what Lady Sonia hoped was a sultry voice, “You look like a fun guy. I’m ready if you are. What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe let me buy you a drink and we can talk about it.”

“No need for a drink. Let’s just talk about it now.” Lady Sonia licked her lips and leaned close, giving him a good shot of her cleavage. As though on a string, his head bobbed down, the better to enjoy the view.

“Maybe you’d just like to get it on with me?” he said, boldly.

Lady Sonia presumed that ‘get it on’ meant regular sex, so Lady Sonia countered with, “I think maybe I could make you happier with a nice big sloppy blow job.” Her ears burned with shame as Lady Sonia said the crude words, but there it was, right out on the table. No misunderstanding possible.

“Would you like that?” The young man raised his eyebrows.

“I’d love that,” Lady Sonia lied with a smile, drawing out the word, ‘love,’ as long and lasciviously as Lady Sonia could.

“Okay,” he drawled the word the same way while his whole face broke into a broad smile.

“I’ll need twenty dollars up front.”

Now it was the man who turned red. “I don’t pay for it, lady. I don’t need to pay for it.”

“Do you have a job?”

“Of course I do. I have a good job down at the docks.”

“Do you work for free?”

“Hell no.”

“Well, I don’t work for free, either. Twenty bucks isn’t much, but that’s what I charge.”

“Twenty buck is more than your fat old ass is worth. I can get a lot of beer for twenty bucks and that much beer’ll make me feel a lot better than you can.”

“Don’t be so sure about that, son. I can make you feel damn good.” But her words were wasted. The man was already heading back to his friends. After a minute, their laugher turned nasty and Lady Sonia heard the word, whore, being thrown about with abandon.

Lady Sonia had thought that having to suck off a strange man in a Men’s room would be the ultimate humiliation, but being told that Lady Sonia was too old to be worth even a measly twenty dollars was an altogether more degrading experience.

No matter. The word was out and someone would pay her soon enough.

And then Lady Sonia would no longer be playing whore. Lady Sonia would actually be one.

Having no particular destination in mind, Thomas drove toward downtown – it was natural – there was nothing happening in the suburbs that would interest a single man, footloose and carefree.

It was only natural that his meandering would take him close to Broadway, but not entirely accidental that he turned left toward the seedier end of the street instead of right toward the centre of town.

What was that place that Lady Sonia said Lady Sonia was going? O’Malley’s? O’Brian’s? Something Irish. O’Reilly’s! That was the place. The one right there across the street! Lady Sonia could be in there right now, even as he was driving past.

Thomas slowed down as much as traffic permitted and tried to peer through the window, but he could see nothing but a dark blur. Lady Sonia probably wasn’t even there. It was already 9:30. Whatever Lady Sonia had decided, it had to be over by now.

But a block further, he saw her gold-coloured Honda parked by the curb. Damn, Lady Sonia must be still inside trying to find someone brave enough to let her wrap her vicious little mouth around their pecker.

He whipped a U-turn, parked in the first empty spot, and walked back toward the bar. He did not kid himself about finding this place by accident, or about having some deep subconscious needs. He freely admitted to himself that he had become curious about what was happening. He wanted to know if Lady Sonia were really going through with her plan.

And he was more than a little curious about the line in her email where Lady Sonia said that Lady Sonia would “dress in a way that would make her intentions obvious.” He wanted to see what his prissy little wife thought a fuck-me outfit looked like. This was the woman who had insisted on wearing flannel pyjamas to bed every night since their honeymoon. Lady Sonia had whined, “But I get cold,” so often that he could swear Lady Sonia was walking behind him, complaining right now. Her idea of sexy clothes probably included baggy blue jeans, a freshly-pressesd sweatshirt, and a beige bra designed by a certified structural engineer.

He would just peek in the window for a laugh before he moved on.

‘Okay,’ Lady Sonia told herself, ‘the ice is broken now. I’ve made an offer and set my price. It’s almost 9:30, Thomas has decided to make me go through with it, so it’s time to find a john and close the sale, so that I can get the hell out of here.’

Lady Sonia swallowed the last vestiges of her pride along with the last of her Coke and turned around on her stool. Lady Sonia began looking at the men in the room, one at a time, ready to negotiate with one of these men for the privilege of paying her twenty dollars and letting her suck his cock to as quick an orgasm as he could manage. Hell, twenty bucks was almost nothing and Lady Sonia was sure that most of these guys weren’t too proud to take advantage of a bargain like that.

At first, Lady Sonia avoided looking at the table where the young man who had previously rejected her offer was sitting. Undoubtedly, to demonstrate their solidarity his friends had already agreed that Lady Sonia wasn’t worthy of any of them.

The feeling was mutual.

As Lady Sonia looked at the men, Lady Sonia could not help but form opinions about them, to try to imagine whose cock would be the least distasteful to suck. Maybe a young Richard Gere was slumming in here somewhere. A twenty-buck whore couldn’t afford standards, but Lady Sonia would be allowed preferences. If the truth were known, Lady Sonia wasn’t even that keen to suck Thomas’s cock, but Lady Sonia was sure that one of these men would be better than the others. As Lady Sonia surveyed the room, Lady Sonia a shocking truth slowly dawned on her. While Lady Sonia had been sitting here, nursing her Coke and moping about Thomaser’s abandonment, the men behind her had not been sitting idle. They had been whispering among themselves, passing the young man’s story being told from table to table.

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And now, every single man in this bar knew that her price was twenty bucks for a blow job and every single one of them had a twenty lying on the table in front of him. Even the young man who had previously blown her off was now fingering a twenty and grinning at her like the devil himself. Lady Sonia knew that not one of these men had taken the money out of their wallets to buy another round of beer.

The whole bar had been quietly waiting for her to finish her drink and get to work.

Thomas had an inspiration. If he were going to get a divorce, he would need grounds. What better grounds than that his wife had begun engaging in prostitution? Not only would the grounds be adultery, but a whole patter of illegal activity. Any judge in the state would be so disgusted that he wouldn’t even listen to a question of alimony. He’d just tell her that Lady Sonia could fall on her back and earn her own damn alimony. Hell, Thomas would only have to threatening to expose her disgusting behaviour in open court Lady Sonia would scurry away without the word ever passing her lips.

He slipped into the bar.

Of course, Lady Sonia noticed him as soon as he entered – it was a small bar and Lady Sonia was turned on her stool to face the door as well. He grinned at her, shrugged, and sat in a chair at the nearest empty table.

The whole room was silent, expectant. Something was about to happen.

A man at the next chair leaned over to him and said in a stage whisper, “Lady Sonia’s a hooker. Lady Sonia’s going to give us all blow jobs for twenty bucks apiece.”

Thomas looked around, astoniLady Soniad, and said, “All of you?”

“Yup. That’s what they say. All comers. Get your money out.”

“Twenty bucks?”

“Yup. That’s her rate. That’s what Lady Sonia told the guy over there. I haven’t heard of a blow job that cheap since the eighties, but who’m I to look a gift whore in the mouth?” His giggle sounded like gravel rattling in a tin bucket.

Thomas looked back at his wife. Lady Sonia sure looked like a gift whore. Her dress was so short that he could see garter straps stretching half way up her ass cheeks and her tits were hanging half out of a tiny Mary-Kay-coloured tube top that was stretched practically to the breaking point.

Who would have guessed that his prissy little lady had it in her to costume herself like a back alley street walker?

Lady Sonia was frozen in fear. Looking at the tableau that could have been created solely for his amusement, he could see exactly the pretty little pickle that Lady Sonia had gotten herself into. Lady Sonia thought that Lady Sonia was going to cherry pick some young stud but had greatly underestimated the dynamics of a group or horny men. There was no way Lady Sonia was going to be allowed to leave without servicing every stallion in the stable. And some of these stallions were not only past their prime, they were one step away from the glue factory.

Before the night was over, Lady Sonia was going to get a close up look at more skin diseases than a resident dermatologist working a full shift in a leper colony.

After these men got through with her, her mouth was going to be dirtier than a city sewer pipe. He wouldn’t ever put his own cock into that hole. He’d never been allowed to fuck her mouth before tonight and he wasn’t every going to want to afterward. Kind of a pity, they way those lips were painted bright red like that, they looked damned hot. He felt a stir in his groin despite himself.

The only man in the joint who wasn’t fingering his money with one hand and his personal joint with the other was the bartender.

Thomas was going to have to get his name so he could subpoena him as a witness in the divorce proceedings.

Lady Sonia almost collapsed with relief when Lady Sonia saw Thomas walk through the door. No damsel had ever been as happy to see a white knight coming to her rescue as Lady Sonia at that moment. Lady Sonia tried to keep her composure, but felt her eyes tear up in gratitude.

Then her husband sat down on the far side of the room and grinned at her.

Lady Sonia silently cursed him. He was so dumb that he couldn’t understand how much trouble Lady Sonia was in. He didn’t have any time to waste. Lady Sonia needed him up here with her right now, offering his protection, not sitting back there, waiting to be served a drink.

Even as Lady Sonia held her breath, expecting him to make his move at any moment, someone else moved first. An old man with greasy white hair and a sagging pot belly heaved himself out of his chair, clutching his money in a grimy, nicotine-stained fist, waved it in the air and shouted, “I’m too old to wait any longer. My money’s as good as the next man’s. Let’s get this show on the road.” As he yelled, Lady Sonia saw only a few snaggly yellow teeth left in his mouth.

Lady Sonia had promised that Lady Sonia would service the first man who made her an offer. That was the rule. So Lady Sonia told herself that the geezer had not yet made an offer because he had not yet mentioned trading his money for any specific sexual act.

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Lady Sonia had to act now and the only thing that Lady Sonia could do was to slip off the stool, go to Thomas and ask him what the hell he was doing back there.

Her skirt caught on the sweaty fake leather and hiked all the way up to completely uncover both ass cheeks and flash a clear outline of her pussy pressing against the thin red material that covered her crotch. Lady Sonia was beyond worrying about the niceties but the men in the bar were not. There was an audible collective gasp at the accidental partial strip tease and the sexual tension in the room rose another notch.

Thomas looked at her with new appreciation.

As Lady Sonia puLady Soniad past the old man who was waving his twenty dollar bill in her face, Lady Sonia ignored what he was saying. So intently was Lady Sonia concentrating on getting to her saviour that, in all honesty, Lady Sonia could not say if he had made an actual offer to pay for a blow job or not.

Following the old man’s lead, several other men waved their money in her direction and began shouting, but the rising cacophony of conflicting voices rendered them all unintelligible. Lady Sonia heard the words, “blow job,” more than once, but was unable to make out any specific offer.

At least that’s what Lady Sonia told herself. And, given a little time, Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia would be able to convince herself that it was true.

Someone grabbed at her right tit and a couple of others snatched at her ass, but Lady Sonia shook their paws off and kept tottering toward Thomas on those precarious heels.

When Lady Sonia finally made it to his table, Lady Sonia slid into the chair next to him, leaned over and said, “Thank God you’re here, Thomas. I was scared stiff.”

The cacophony abated somewhat; the other men in the room understood that Lady Sonia had chosen her first customer and were willing to wait their turn, at least for a while. By and large, everyone turned back to their own business, but eyes kept sneaking peeks in Lady Sonia’s direction, half expecting that Lady Sonia was going to start servicing the man right there in the middle of the bar and not wanting to miss any part of her ongoing free sex show.

“I can see why. You’ve got quite a fan club here. I’ve never seen so many hard- ons in one place in my life. You can smell the lust all the way out the door. You’re a raging success, dear. A raging success. I figure, if you get started right away, you’ll be finiLady Soniad by midnight. That assuming that no one wants seconds and not many more men arrive. Though if word spreads outside, to the other bars on the strip, you may be here until well after closing time. Even in the best case, though, your knees are going to be on fire and your jaw’ll be aching something awful before you’re done. But if you swallow every drop you milk, you won’t leave here hungry. That’s for damn sure. There’s enough jizm collecting in those sacs to fill you up good. You’re a hell of a woman to volunteer for this duty. A hell of a woman.”

Lady Sonia began to cry. Big fat tears ran down her cheeks – it was fortunate that Lady Sonia had used waterproof eyeliner and mascara; and that Lady Sonia had no other makeup on her face. “Why are you doing this to me, Thomas? I don’t understand. I’m your wife. You have to help me.”

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“Hell, no, I don’t. For twenty years you’ve insisted that you know better than me about every little thing from how I should pay the bills to how often the oil needs to be changed in the car. And every time I said anything about it, you launched into a screaming fit and froze me out of the bedroom for another week. And you made it damn clear that if we ever broke up, you were going to take the children and I’d never see them without supervision again. That was one of your damn promises. Remember? Well, that ends now. You made this decision on your own, so you can damn well live with it.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me. This is something that I’m doing for you. You said that you wanted me to be more adventurous so here I am, being as adventurous as I know how.”

“So don’t do it. Just get up and walk out of here.”

Lady Sonia looked at him with teary eyes. “I can’t. I made you a promise and I’ll never break my word to you. Never. That’s the one thing that you can count on, no matter what.”

“Then you’re stuck, aren’t you? Tough luck for you.”

“Please let me take you into the bathroom and suck your cock. Please. That’s all I want. That’s all I wanted all day.”

“No.”

“Please. I’m begging you. Let me suck you off and I’ll do anything you tell me to do. Anything. Please.” Lady Sonia grabbed his hand and squeezed all her desperation into it.

He was silent for a long time, then said, “Anything I want?”

“Anything. That’s a promise.”

“An unbreakable promise?”

“Yes.”

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He was silent for another long period. Someone in the back of the bar yelled out, “Come on, guy. Get on with it. We’re all waiting.”

He looked around at the leering faces, then back into his wife’s eyes. Then he pulled out his wallet, pressed a twenty dollar bill half into her cleavage and said loudly, “Okay, baby. Here’s twenty bucks to suck my cock. And you better earn every penny of it.”

“Thank-you,” Lady Sonia sobbed quietly, and pulled him toward the Men’s room to a chorus of cheers, the twenty dollar bill sticking out of the tube top so that all the world could see how much Lady Sonia was worth.

Thomas let her close the bathroom door, then leaned against it.

Lady Sonia said, “Thank-you, dear.”

“Don’t ‘dear’ me. You’re just a whore and I’m just a john so get on with the job.” His voice was cold.

“Yes, sir,” Lady Sonia replied in a shaky voice. Lady Sonia raised her miniskirt to her hips, revealing her bare ass and tiny thong in all its glory for his inspection, then sank to her knees before him. The floor was filthy, the smell of stale urine atrocious; it was exactly the degrading ambiance that Lady Sonia had imagined all week. Lady Sonia unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his waistband, and then carefully pulled down his zipper. Lady Sonia did not want to catch any bit of skin and put him out of the mood. Lady Sonia felt as though her life depended on doing this right. And Lady Sonia wasn’t too far wrong about that.

He gave her no help whatsoever beyond thrusting his crotch toward her face, but Lady Sonia managed to slip his pants over his hips and down to his knees. His boxers soon followed. He was already erect, for which Lady Sonia was thankful.

Lady Sonia looked up at his face with an expression that approximated adoration, then grabbed the top edge of her tube top and pulled it down to her waist, letting her tits spring free.

Thomas smiled down at her when Lady Sonia did that. It was not a loving smile.

Lady Sonia began licking gently, alternating swirls around the head of his cock with strokes down the length of the shaft. After a minute of that, Lady Sonia took the head into her mouth, opened her jaws wide to keep her teeth out of the way, and gently sucked while bobbing her head slowly back and forth, drawing more of him into her mouth with every pull until he was pressing against the back of her throat.

Lady Sonia kept swallowing hard to keep her gag reflex under control while Lady Sonia took more and more of him.

While Lady Sonia worked him with her mouth, Lady Sonia squeezed and massaged the base of his cock with both hands.

As his breathing deepened and he began moaning and thrusting forward to meet her, Lady Sonia worked him faster and faster, feeling her tits flopping and banging against her chest in wild abandon.

Listening to him moan louder and deeper, Lady Sonia realized that Lady Sonia was good at this. Really good. Who would have guessed that Lady Sonia would be such a naturally talented cocksucker?

When he came, thick and long into her mouth, Lady Sonia began swallowing. And swallowing. Never before had Lady Sonia realized how long a man’s orgasm could last. During all their years of normal lovemaking, Lady Sonia had thought that he had just squirted into her a couple of times and that was the end of it. Now, though, experiencing his orgasm so intimately, Lady Sonia realized that after the main ejaculation there were a series of secondary contractions where nothing much came out, but still kept him gasping with pleasure.

Lady Sonia was happy to stay on her knees on the filthy floor, keeping him in her mouth, gently licking and sucking him clean until he had gone completely soft again.

Finally, Lady Sonia gently raised his boxers and pants and then began refastening them.

Only when Lady Sonia had redressed him completely, did Lady Sonia rise to her feet, put her arms around him, press her naked breasts into her shirt, bow her head against his neck and say, “Thank-you. That was wonderful.”

He merely replied, “You owe me a favour. You promised that you would do anything that I tell you.”

Lady Sonia nodded into his neck and whispered, “Yes. Anything. You only have to ask and I will do it.”

“Good. I want you to pull your panties off, go out there, pull your skirt up to your waist, bend over a chair, and invite every man in the place to fuck you in the ass.”

Lady Sonia looked up at his face, not believing what Lady Sonia had heard. As the meaning of his words sunk in, Lady Sonia began to shake uncontrollably. “What?”

“You heard me. You promised that you would to do whatever I asked. Unconditionally. I’m asking you to let every man in this bar fuck you up the ass. Actually, I want you to beg them to fuck you up the ass. For free. Your imminent ass fucking is on the house. Are you going to renege on your promise to me?”

Lady Sonia began sobbing.

Thomas let her sob, felt her soaking his shirt with her tears, and waited to see what Lady Sonia would say.

After a long time, Lady Sonia said, “They’ll tear my asshole wide open. I’ll have to go the emergency ward when all those men are through with me.” Her voice was shaking so badly that Lady Sonia could barely form the words.

“So? What concern is it to me if you have to get your asshole stitched back together? That’s your pain, not mine. Are you going to honour your promise or not.”

Her voice was shaking even worse when Lady Sonia said. “You know that I’ll never break a promise, no matter what the cost.”

“Okay, then. Get to it.” He was implacable.

“Can I have some lubrication? Can I at least try to avoid some of the damage?”

“I couldn’t care less. Lube all you want. You got some KY on you?”

“No. I didn’t think I’d need any lube to give you a blowjob.”

“Looks like your plans weren’t quite as complete as you thought.” He shrugged. “Go ask the bartender if he has any butter. That’ll work well enough for a slut like you. Don’t worry. After the first few men have broken you in, your asshole will be gaping open wide enough to admit a subway train. Which is apt because you’re going to be pulling a hell of a train tonight.”

Lady Sonia wiped her eyes as best Lady Sonia could and then left the bathroom. A chorus of catcalls and crude comments greeted her and followed her all the way to the bar. This time, though, no one grabbed at her. All the men in the room had formed a line across the bar, each waiting patiently for his own turn with her. This was the train that Lady Sonia was going to start pulling in a few minutes.

Only Lady Sonia and Thomas knew that a treat was in store for them that was more special than they had yet imagined.

When Lady Sonia got to the bar, the bartender said, “What’ll it be, miss? Another Coke to wash away the taste? Or maybe now you need something strong enough to wash away the memory? I recommend a few vodka shooters.”

Lady Sonia tried to speak, but her voice failed her. Then Lady Sonia tried again and succeeded in croaking, “Do you have any butter? I need a lot of butter.”

“Yeah. I got butter back in the kitchen. But you’ll have to pay for it. We don’t give nothing away for free around here.”

‘I’ll be giving something away for free pretty soon,’ Lady Sonia thought to herself, but said nothing like that. Instead, Lady Sonia carefully placed the twenty dollars that Thomas had paid her on the bar and said, “I need as much butter as that will buy.”

“That’ll buy enough for whatever you got in mind,” the bartender replied, looking down at her crotch, guessing what was in store for her. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He scooped up the bill.

True to his word, he returned with a large tub of soft margarine. “That’s half gone, but I imagine that what’s left in there should do you for the rest of the night.”

Lady Sonia carried the margarine back to the Men’s room, cradling it like it was the crown jewels. Thomas was standing in the alcove right outside the door where he had been able to watch her, waiting to see if Lady Sonia made a break for the exit. When Lady Sonia walked back to him without even looking at the door to the street, he had to admit that Lady Sonia was being a hell of a trooper right to the end.

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Lady Sonia carried the margarine inside. Lady Sonia didn’t have to let every man in the bar watch her butter up her own asshole; Thomas had not mentioned that in his request. Though he probably would have if he had thought of it.

Lady Sonia let him watch her through the open door as Lady Sonia pulled off her thong, squatted down, scooped three fingers of margarine out of the tub, and rubbed it around the rim of her asshole. Then Lady Sonia puLady Soniad what was left inside. Lady Sonia continued scooping margarine out and pushing as much of it as far up her asshole as Lady Sonia could. Once the fucking started, Lady Sonia might not get a chance to do this again so it was important that Lady Sonia get as much inside as possible now.

When Lady Sonia judged that Lady Sonia had forced in as much as would fit – when it seemed that as much was squeezing back out between her fingers as Lady Sonia was pushing in – Lady Sonia stood up and walked slowly out into the bar. As Lady Sonia was sliding past Thomas, Lady Sonia looked up at him and asked, “Why do you hate me so much? Was I that bad to you? Really?”

He grabbed her arm and looked down into her face. In that face, for the first time in years, he saw the girl that he had loved so many years ago; the young woman that he had married; the woman who had given birth to two fine children.

Lady Sonia looked back up at him and said, “You can have the first shot at my asshole, you know. Maybe I can make you hard again. At least let me try. You’re my husband. You deserve to pop my back door cherry and I know that you’re not going to want me after all these men have taken me.”

He felt his heart break. “I’m sorry.” He spoke more loudly, shouted to the men who were standing in line, each clutching a twenty-dollar bill in his hand, waiting to defile his wife. “I’m sorry. The lady and I have reached a new agreement. Instead of blow jobs, I’ve convinced her to let us fuck her in the ass.”

The men cheered.

Lady Sonia sobbed.

Until Thomas added, “But that’s a considerably more expensive service. I’m paying five hundred dollars for her asshole.” He turned her around and raised her miniskirt to her waist. “Because I think this is a choice piece. So unless someone wants to bid more than five hundred dollars, I’m going to take her out to a motel and rotorooter her ass for the rest of the night.”

This was something that a group of horny men could understand and appreciate. The whore was not dissing them, Lady Sonia just had a better offer.

No one could afford to outbid him, so Thomas took his wife back to her motel room and did exactly what he said that he was going to do.

The next morning, when Lady Sonia awoke, Lady Sonia’s asshole was sore, but not as sore as Lady Sonia had anticipated, given the enthusiastic assault that it had endured the night before. Not only had Lady Sonia been well-lubed, but Lady Sonia had stretched herself amply while pushing the butter inside. But the Lady Soniaets were a filthy, greasy mess, margarine had been leaking out of her all night long, along with no small amount of bodily fluids. Lady Sonia promised that Lady Sonia would leave a hundred dollars out of the five that Thomas had paid her as a special tip for the maid.

As soon as Lady Sonia began to stir, he awoke as well and looked over at her. Her hair was diLady Soniaveled, her makeup smeared over half her face, and her eyes were red and puffy. “You have never looked so beautiful,” he said.

Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia looked dreadful, but Lady Sonia also knew that he believed what he was saying. A man waking up in a state of blissful sexual satiation has an entirely different standard of beauty than the photo editor at Vogue magazine.

“Are you my husband this morning?” Lady Sonia asked.

“I want nothing more than to be your husband,” Thomas replied. “I love you.” And, for the first time in many years, he meant that with all his heart.

“I love you, too.”

“Last night, you promised that if I let you suck my cock, you would do what I say,” Thomas said, carefully.

“That’s right.”

“You didn’t say that you would only do what I said once or that you would only do what I said last night. You promised that you would do what that I say without any stipulations or qualifications. What I say, period.”

“That’s right,” Lady Sonia replied, snuggling into his chest. “That was the promise I made and that’s the promise that I will keep for as long as we are married.”

“All I ask is that you trust me. I promise that I will not let you down again as long as you trust me.”

Lady Sonia smiled happily. “We’re going to have a lot more adventures after Samantha moves away to university in the fall.”

He stroked her hair. “I think you’ll find our adventures a lot more fun when we’re both reading from the same page.”

Lady Sonia didn’t answer. Lady Sonia was too busy trying to stroke a little life back into her husband’s cock. Her pussy had a mind of it’s own, it hadn’t been filled in some time, and it was hungry for her husband. Hungrier than it had been in years.

A Wife of No Small Promise

by Ashley B. D. Zacharias

Lady Sonia edited and re-edited the email; then deleted it, re-wrote it from scratch and edited it some more. But this second draft was getting too long, too wordy, so Lady Sonia deleted that one, too, and rewrote it in a completely different way. When Lady Sonia was finiLady Soniad, Lady Sonia was still unhappy. Her intent was simple, the gist of the message straightforward, but Lady Sonia had to get the right nuances or her night would end in a disaster. A wrong outcome might even ruin her life.

It was worth spending time to get it exactly right.

After sweating over the keyboard for more than two hours, Lady Sonia admitted to herself that was good enough, that it had been good enough all along; that her fears – entirely valid fears – had driven her to look for any excuse to avoid sending it. But, right or wrong, it was time to commit herself. With her hand trembling on the mouse, Lady Sonia clicked the “send” button and let it fly through the Internet to Thomas’s office computer, warts and all.

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As soon as Lady Sonia sent it, Lady Sonia began to regret her stupidity with all her heart. Now Lady Sonia was committed. Absolutely committed. Lady Sonia asked herself what Lady Sonia had done. Lady Sonia cursed herself out loud because Lady Sonia had to follow through no matter what second thoughts Lady Sonia had. The email was a promise and Lady Sonia always kept her promises. If Lady Sonia reneged now, how could Lady Sonia expect Thomas to trust her ever again?

Lady Sonia opened the copy of the email in her “sent” folder and stared at it for a half hour, reading and re-reading it. And, with every reading, Lady Sonia imagined a different way that her evening could unfold. The best Lady Sonia could hope for was utter degradation. Any other outcome was worse.

Dear Thomas:

Last week, you told me that you were unhappy in our marriage. I was surprised because I thought it was going pretty well. Since then, I have been thinking about what I might do to make you happier. You have told me on a number of occasions that you think that our sex life has become mundane. That I am not as adventurous now as when we were dating.

So I am going to change that tonight.

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I am not coming home after work. Instead, I will go into the bar at 1529 Broadway called O’Reilly’s Pump at exactly 9:00, sit down, and begin entertaining sexual propositions from men. I do not expect that to take long because I will dress in a way that makes my intention obvious. My intention is this: I will get on my knees in the Men’s washroom and give a big, sloppy blow job to the first man who is willing to pay me twenty dollars.

If I cannot find any one who is willing to pay me even that paltry sum by 10:00, then I will start approaching men and offering to service them for free. One way or another, I will not leave the bar until I have swallowed some man’s cum. This is the promise that I make to you and to myself.

I hope with all my heart that you will be the man to buy my service, but if you chose to let someone else to make an offer first, I will not hesitate to give him a blow job instead.

My fate is in your hands.

I hope that this is the kind of sexual adventure that will make you happy.

Love,

Lady Sonia

Thomas read the email a second time. What the hell was this all about? He never told Lady Sonia that he wanted to get a blow job in a Men’s room in some seedy bar. And he sure as hell never told her that he wanted her to cheat on him with some stranger. What the hell was Lady Sonia thinking?

He raged because, after twenty years of marriage, he knew exactly what Lady Sonia was thinking. This was just another way for her to jerk him around. It seemed like Lady Sonia spent every minute of every day searching for some way to impose her will on him, complaining that he never helped out around the house, and when he did, complaining that he did everything wrong – demanding that he fold towels the same way that Lady Sonia folded them and demanding that he take out the garbage when Lady Sonia wanted it taken out.

And, of course, the ultimate battleground for their two-decade-long power struggle was the bedroom. When he wanted sex, denying him it gave her more power than allowing herself to be seduced, so they made love on her schedule – two or three times a month – rather than according to his needs; needs which became more urgent every time Lady Sonia looked at him with a twinkle in her eye, let him beg for a while, then decided that Lady Sonia wasn’t in the mood after all. And when Lady Sonia did let him make love to her, the rules were hers – in the bedroom, lights off, missionary position, and he better come quick or Lady Sonia’d find it too painful to let him continue to the end.

And now Lady Sonia was commanding him to show up at some bar at exactly 9:00 or Lady Sonia was going to give some stranger a blow job – a sexual act that Lady Sonia had always said was “too disgusting” to perform on him even as Lady Sonia told him with her next breath that Lady Sonia loved with all her heart.

He was so frustrated that he wanted to scream.

Shopping took longer than Lady Sonia expected – most of the afternoon. Who would have thought that it would take so long to find clothes that would make her look like a two-bit whore? It was true that Lady Sonia was a little old for the game – already over forty –but that shouldn’t have been a problem. Dressing two decades too young for her age would give her the exact look that Lady Sonia wanted: desperate and willing to do whatever Lady Sonia had to do to earn twenty bucks. The problem was that Lady Sonia was fifteen pounds overweight and those few extra pounds on her forty-year old body made her about six sizes too large to fit into the clothes that designed to make a twenty-year-old look like a slut.

But Lady Sonia was a trooper and was willing to squeeze into clothes that were a couple of sizes too small if that was required. Comfort was not her goal. Her only practical concern was that Lady Sonia had to be able to sink to her knees without ripping her skirt to shreds.

If her personal humiliation would make her husband happy, that was a price that Lady Sonia was willing to pay. Not a price that Lady Sonia wanted to pay; not a price that Lady Sonia was eager to pay; but one that Lady Sonia would pay for his sake. But Lady Sonia never expected that Lady Sonia would have to start paying so soon in such large denominations to so many condescending, skinnier-than-thou, minimum-wage teenage clerks in trendy clothing stores. The frank sneers and giggling whispers behind her back made her blush as Lady Sonia sorted through the racks of plus sized teen apparel. How did these clerks know that Lady Sonia was shopping for herself and not for a daughter? Maybe their first clue was that Lady Sonia was shopping alone and their second clue that Lady Sonia kept taking the clothes into the change room to try them on.

In Rue Chic, Lady Sonia managed to squeeze into a hot pink tube top in the dressing room. As Lady Sonia looked at herself in the full-length mirror, Lady Sonia hated the way her waist bulged and strained the double-stretch almost as much as Lady Sonia hated the way her nipples made such prominent bumps in the thin material. It was perfect. Lady Sonia wasn’t looking for clothes that Lady Sonia liked; or even clothes that flattered her; Lady Sonia was looking for clothes that made her look like Lady Sonia was available to anyone who cared to ask. And the way the skimpy top displayed cleavage all the way down to her nipples screamed that her boobs were available to one and all. Lady Sonia imagined that Thomaser – Lady Sonia had convinced herself that the man who would buy her services tonight would certainly be Thomaser; that was the only way Lady Sonia could force herself to do this – would want her to pull the top down to her waist while Lady Sonia was blowing him so that he could look watch her naked tits bounce as her head bobbed back and forth in a frenzy of licking and slobbering. This hateful scrap of clothing was the prefect top in every way.

The teenaged clerk gave her a smarmy grin as Lady Sonia passed her the bag and said, “Have a nice day, ma’am,” investing the final word with as much venom as possible.

Lady Sonia felt a fresh blush of shame and wanted to slap the little bitch; Lady Sonia only refrained because Lady Sonia would not give the little tart the satisfaction.

The scene was repeated at Lilly’s Boutique where Lady Sonia found a little black miniskirt that was short – the hem rode more than two inches above her knee – and uncomfortably tight. Before Lady Sonia left the change room, Lady Sonia looked in the mirror closely, then took a blue pen from her purse and marked a small line slightly less than halfway between the hem and her crotch. The line was hard to see on the black material, but Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia would be able to find it when Lady Sonia looked for it later. The skirt was already short, but it would be a lot shorter before Lady Sonia wore it out tonight.

The slender, blonde, teenaged clerk called her, “dear,” a term usually used to condescend to senior citizens, in a tone of precisely calculated distain. Lady Sonia ignored the clerk and worried about the skirt. Lady Sonia was going to have to hike it up to her crotch before kneeling down otherwise it would split at the seam for certain. Lady Sonia could look forward to one more little inescapable humiliation in the Men’s room at O’Reilly’s. When Lady Sonia thought about hiking the skirt up, Lady Sonia realized that her choice of panty style and colour was going to matter.

Lady Sonia would have preferred going out bare-legged, but the skirt would be short enough to reveal a little spiderweb of varicose veins halfway up her right thigh, even when Lady Sonia was standing up, and Lady Sonia worried that that would reduce her desirability or, Lady Sonia should say, salability, when Lady Sonia put herself on the market tonight.

Lady Sonia could not wear a bra with the top, even if Lady Sonia wanted to; and finding black stockings, garter belt, and a scarlet thong in her size was easy. Lady Sonia could have chosen a black thong to match the miniskirt or a pink one to match the top, but it was important that the thong contrast with the skirt and stockings as much as possible; Lady Sonia wanted men to have no doubt about what they were seeing when Lady Sonia had to part her legs to move or when her skirt hiked up accidentally. Lady Sonia was not a natural exhibitionist and hated the thought that anyone would see more than was modest and proper; Lady Sonia would do her best to minimize the frequency and severity of her indiscretions. But, realistically, indiscretions would happen no matter how alert Lady Sonia was and how careful Lady Sonia moved. By the time Lady Sonia got to the Men’s room, Lady Sonia would have no shred of self respect left, but Lady Sonia would fight to keep as much dignity as possible before that final, inevitable degradation. That would make her feel every little humiliation along the way all the more keenly.

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As Lady Sonia bought the garter belt, Lady Sonia fretted about the miniskirt that was in the trunk of her car. It was going to be very short by the time Lady Sonia was ready to wear it and the garter belt straps were only adjustable to a limited degree. Even with the stockings pulled as high as possible, Lady Sonia wondered how much of the rigging would be visible below the hem. Lady Sonia was sick with fear that the hem of the skirt would be too high and the stockings too low, showing more than Lady Sonia wanted. But Lady Sonia was already committed to wearing the entire ensemble, no matter how it looked when Lady Sonia finally saw it all together.

Pink, strappy, open-toed shoes with three-inch stilettos completed her hooker outfit. If those shoes didn’t shout, “fuck me!” to the entire world then nothing would.

Lady Sonia could not return home and risk running into Thomas prematurely, so Lady Sonia checked into a cheap motel and spent the next hour sitting in the crumby room, working on the miniskirt. Lady Sonia had brought a pair of tailor scissors with her and immediately began cutting at the pen mark that Lady Sonia had made in the change room in the store. After chopping a good three inches of material off the bottom, Lady Sonia used a black thread and a needle to re-hem them by hand.

After her alteration, Lady Sonia looked at the skirt in her hands and wondered if Lady Sonia had cut off too much. Would this scrap of material even cover her crotch? Lady Sonia hoped to hell that Lady Sonia had marked the skirt properly in the store because Lady Sonia was going to wear them in public this evening, no matter what kind of mistake Lady Sonia might have made.

Lady Sonia would not get dressed until the last minute for fear that if Lady Sonia had time to think about what Lady Sonia looked like after seeing herself in the entire ensemble, Lady Sonia would lose her nerve and flee home in shame. Failing to keep her promise would be the worst humiliation possible. So unthinkable, that Lady Sonia simply refused to think about it.

Her stomach was already twisted into knots too tight to eat and her mind was too distressed to follow even a simple television program. So Lady Sonia just sat quietly as the sun sank lower in the sky and let her multitude of fears torture her, watching the clock tick the minutes away.

Lady Sonia hoped that Thomas understood and appreciated the hell that Lady Sonia was putting herself through just to give him a bit of excitement.

There was no way he would ever call her mundane again.

The more Thomas thought about his wife’s email, the angrier he grew. He was sick and tired of dancing to her tune. For the sake of the kids, he had put up with her sniping and bitching for a long, long time. But Samantha would be starting university in two months and David had already been living in the dorms for two years; they did not need him at home any longer. This summer, he had barely seen either one of them – they were out with friends every night until all hours. Since Sam’s birth, he had been counting down the years of their childhood like a convict marking off a twenty-year sentence; now it was time for him to be paroled. God knows, he’d earned a little time off for good behaviour.

The only question was whether he should take his freedom today or tomorrow or next week. There was no question that he would be gone by Thanksgiving. He might be celebrating alone, but it would be the first Thanksgiving in memory when he would truly be thankful rather than just maintaining a pretense.

Lady Sonia’s email promised that Lady Sonia was going to be out of the house at 9:00 tonight and Lady Sonia always kept her promises. He could drop by the house, pack a bag, and be gone before Lady Sonia got back.

As for her little “adventure” in some bar, Lady Sonia could do whatever the hell Lady Sonia wanted. Blow every barfly in the place for all he cared. Or get smart, walk out unscathed, and keep her prissy little mouth virginal forever. Lady Sonia was an adult, for Christ’s sake. Lady Sonia wanted to be the one to make every decision? Well, this was her decision. Lady Sonia was welcome to it and Lady Sonia would damn well have to live with the result.

After Lady Sonia parked, Lady Sonia pulled the visor down and took a last look at her face in the fading summer sunset. The sky-blue eye shadow looked like it had been applied with a shovel; thick black eyeliner outlined her lids in a crude imitation of the ‘60s mod style; and her laLady Sonias hung so heavy with mascara that they looked false. Her lips were painted full with the brightest scarlet Lady Sonia could find – a hue that begged to be left in perfect ring around the root of someone’s – Thomaser’s – cock. The rest of her face was bare – no foundation, no concealer, not even a touch of rouge to hide behind. A man could grab it, hold it, rub his cock across it, spray his cum over it, without any concern about smudging or smearing her.

Lady Sonia was only a single step away from a busy downtown street and seeing the whore’s face staring back from the mirror made her heart pound harder than ever.

The automobile clock read 8:59. The hour of truth had arrived. Lady Sonia grabbed the little black purse that contained a single twenty dollar bill, her keys, and nothing else; and opened her car door.

There was no way to step out without spreading her legs and flashing that lipstick-colored thong to anyone who was driving past. Broadway was a busy street in the evening; no time would be any better than right now. Just as Lady Sonia put her left foot on the asphalt, Lady Sonia glanced up and saw wide eyes peering from a passing car window. That was one teenage boy who would soon be having a wet dream about a woman old enough to be his mother.

Lady Sonia hated to think that Lady Sonia was contributing to the delinquency of minors, so, before any more cars zipped by, Lady Sonia slid her second leg out as quickly as possible, stood up, and pulled the hem of the miniskirt as far down as Lady Sonia could. It did not pull very far down – as Lady Sonia had suspected, not even far enough to hide the snaps that clipped the top of the stockings to the garter belt. If that wasn’t whorish enough, nothing would be.

As Lady Sonia walked the block and a half to the bar, Lady Sonia glanced at herself in the darkened store windows. Lady Sonia saw glimpses of the same slut that Lady Sonia had seen in the motel mirror – breasts bouncing like two excited puppies, threatening to escape from the too-tight tube top at every step; a clear sliver of bare white thigh slipping into view at stocking top every time the miniskirt hem flicked sideways as the too-high heels forced her hips to swivel from one side to the other; and an ass, unmarked by any visible panty line, bulging and squirming inside the too-tight skirt like bread dough being kneaded by an invisible baker.

Lady Sonia felt the cooling evening air blowing around her bare thighs all the way up to her naked ass cheeks, making her feel as though Lady Sonia were naked all the way up to her crotch despite the visual confirmation that the miniskirt did indeed cover her almost down to the tops of the stockings.

Lady Sonia had to fight the urge to reach up and hike the tube top higher – Lady Sonia had difficulty convincing herself that it only felt like it was slipping further off her boobs with every step. More than once, Lady Sonia could not resist glancing down at her chest to make sure that Lady Sonia was not revealing the rosy edge of her areolas above the hot pink fabric. Not yet, at least.

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Lady Sonia felt relief when Lady Sonia finally reached the door of the bar, even though, intellectually, Lady Sonia knew that, at this threshold, Lady Sonia was truly stepping from the frying pan into the fire.

Lady Sonia had never been inside the bar before, but had walked past a few times last week and had even parked for a while to watch patrons entering and leaving, so Lady Sonia had a good idea about what to expect. O’Reilly’s was a working man’s bar. Not antiseptic, not even very clean, but not a scum hole, either. The kind of place where some men came to drink a few beers with their buddies once a week, mostly just to get away from the wife and kids; where other men would stop after a shift on the assembly line and try to wash the taste of the factory out of their mouth. It was a place where neither wives nor girlfriends were welcome. The occasional hooker would stop by, but the trade was too slim to support one full time. Sluts were tolerated as long as they were willing to pay for most of their own drinks and didn’t demand too much attention.

It was a bar where Lady Sonia would be neither welcomed nor driven off, but tolerated for as long as Lady Sonia wiLady Soniad to stay.

As her over-high heels forced her to sashay to the bar, Lady Sonia surveyed the room. Every eye in the place looked back at her. And every one of those eyes was male – on Monday evenings business was too slow for real hookers and the sluts were still sleeping off their weekend debaucheries.

There were no booths, just a handful of tables with chairs and a row of stools at the bar. There were a dozen customers drinking at three of the tables and another five seated on the barstools.

Certain that Lady Sonia had missed him, Lady Sonia surveyed the room again with growing dismay, as Lady Sonia confirmed that Thomaser was nowhere in the bar.

Her heart sank.

Lady Sonia chose the stool that was furthest from any other customers – it happened to be close to the centre of the bar because the other customers were clustered at the ends – and sat down.

As her legs bent, Lady Sonia could feel the way-too-short skirt hike up past her stocking tops so that her bare thighs and a good piece of her ass stuck to the brown fake leather. The chrome edge drew a cold line across the naked backs of her upper legs.

The men in the room were not looking at her face; their eyes were focused on her legs, ass, and tits. Lady Sonia felt herself blush; a modest woman wearing an outfit this indecent would have no need for rouge.

Lady Sonia did not impress the fiftyish bartender one way or the other. He had seen it all and couldn’t care less. He left her sitting for a good five minutes while he pulled a pitcher for one of the regulars and chatted about the game yesterday. When it was convenient for him, he sauntered down to her and asked, “What can I get ya, miss?”

Lady Sonia glanced involuntarily at her bare ring finger – Lady Sonia had left her wedding ring at home as her one and only concession to good taste – and said, “Coke. No ice, please.”

“Costs the same as if you get some rum in it.”

“No thanks. Just Coke. No ice.” Lady Sonia had decided early in the afternoon that Lady Sonia would not be drinking tonight – Lady Sonia wanted to keep her head crystal clear to ensure that Lady Sonia felt every iota of humiliation as sharply as possible. And it was working. Nothing had really happened yet and Lady Sonia already felt more deeply humiliated than at any other time in her entire life. And that was saying something – high school had not been kind to Lady Sonia.

While the bartender was drawing her Coke, Lady Sonia kept her eyes down, staring at the scarred wood, and wondering where Thomaser was and what he was doing. Lady Sonia had given him the option of leaving her here alone and forcing her to give a blowjob to a stranger – Lady Sonia had been explicit about that in her email – but Lady Sonia had never imagined that he would take her up on that offer.

“Four-fifty,” the barkeep said as he puLady Soniad the glass toward her.

It would have been a cheap rum and coke, but it was a damned expensive glass of pop. Lady Sonia passed him the twenty from her purse and he went to fetch her change.

The thought occurred to her that he might have failed to receive her email, or failed to read it, but Lady Sonia dismissed that out of hand. Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia had the address right because it had not bounced back and Lady Sonia knew for a fact that he never left the office until he had read everything in his inbox. He conducted too much critical business by email to be lax about that.

That was a pity because, right now, Lady Sonia wanted nothing more in the world than to have an excuse to get up and leave this bar while Lady Sonia was still unsullied.

But lacking the excuse of a failed communication, there were two other, far more likely, possibilities. Either he wanted her to suck off a stranger in the Men’s room of some seedy bar – maybe he even had had fantasies about it – or he thought that Lady Sonia wanted to do it and did not care enough, or cared too much, to interfere. It seemed unlikely that he thought Lady Sonia wanted to blow a stranger because Lady Sonia said explicitly in her email that Lady Sonia hoped that he would be the one to purchase her services tonight.

That left only the first possibility – that Lady Sonia would soon be on her knees in the Men’s room with a strange cock in her mouth because that was exactly where her husband wanted her. Well, Lady Sonia was determined to give him exactly what he wanted. Her head turned about of its own accord and her eyes stared for a long time at the dirty little sign that read “Restrooms” over the alcove at the far side of the bar.

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For the first time, it occurred to her that Lady Sonia could have specified the Lady’s room. Until now, Lady Sonia had only thought about the Men’s because that was the more degrading option by a slight measure.

Now another thought occurred to her. If Thomaser wanted her to suck off a stranger, was he going to require that, when Lady Sonia got home, Lady Sonia tell him about the whole experience in excruciating detail? Was that the thrill that he craved? Recalling the act for his amusement would be even more degrading than performing the act itself. And if Lady Sonia confessed every detail of her act, was he going to bring it up again and again every time they had some little spat for the rest of their lives? Every time he got angry, would he remind her once again that Lady Sonia had once been an unfaithful slut?

That thought incited a twinge of anger that fortified her a little for the night ahead. If he started holding this against her, Lady Sonia could always remind him that her perfidy was a result of his choices: first to accuse her of being sexually boring and mundane; and second, not to rescue her from her self-assigned fate.

Two could play the blame game.

Thomaser threw the suitcase in the trunk of his car, came around to the driver’s side, hopped in and started the engine.

For the first time since his twenties, he felt like a free man. He could go anywhere he wanted, do anything he wanted. And the first thing that he wanted was to make his escape before Lady Sonia showed up. If Lady Sonia had come to her senses and given up her silly game before Lady Sonia even got to the bar; Lady Sonia would be pulling around the corner at any minute. Or Lady Sonia could have blown some guy in her first five minutes and still be pulling around the corner at any minute. He knew one sure thing from his years of experience: sex with Lady Sonia was always a quick business. And he knew that he did not want to have to spend the rest of the night explaining why he was leaving. He had not even written a note – Lady Sonia could spend all the time Lady Sonia needed figuring it out during all the leisure time that Lady Sonia would have in the coming years. Not being able to rag on him constantly would give her endless free time.

Besides, if he had left a note, one of the kids might have found it before Lady Sonia did. They weren’t likely to get back until after midnight, but who knew how long Lady Sonia might have to spend trying to find some man who would actually want her frumpy forty-year-old body. Lady Sonia might not come home until the bar closed; and there was nothing that he would say in a note that he wanted his children to read.

Without further contemplation, he hit the road.

As Lady Sonia was getting to the bottom of her Coke, Lady Sonia heard a burst of laughter behind her. Lady Sonia had spent the last twenty minutes nursing her Coke as slowly as possible and had not dared to look around. Lady Sonia clung desperately to the hope that Thomaser would still show up to rescue her and Lady Sonia was afraid of inadvertently encouraging some other man to approach her. In her fantasies, Lady Sonia had imagined that Lady Sonia would have been bolder from the outset. That if Thomaser were a no-show, Lady Sonia would have begun acting like a real hooker immediately, turning around and making eye contact with the customers, enticing likely johns with a coy smile, actively soliciting interest in the wares that Lady Sonia was putting on display, open to all offers.

Instead, Lady Sonia was sitting here like a wallflower at a high school formal, too shy to meet a fella, knowing that Lady Sonia would go home again without having danced a single step.

Which was exactly what Lady Sonia wanted. The only man Lady Sonia wanted to dance with was her husband – the man Lady Sonia loved.

But Lady Sonia wasn’t going to get what Lady Sonia wanted. If Thomaser failed to show up damn soon, Lady Sonia’d be dancing on her knees with her lips around someone else’s cock, however much Lady Sonia hated the idea.

Lady Sonia prayed with all her heart that Thomaser would walk through the door right now, whisk her off to the Men’s room for their exciting adventure, and then take her safely home where they would collapse in gales of laughter about their bold walk on the wild side.

For a second, Lady Sonia thought that her dreams had come true; a bass voice mumbled in her ear, “Hey, babe, want to have some fun tonight?” exactly the way Lady Sonia expected Thomas to come on to her when he entered into the spirit of the game.

But, when Lady Sonia turned, Lady Sonia saw a grizzled man ten years younger than her with a five o’clock shadow and bloodshot eyes leering at her.

Thomas was MIA and it was time to complete the promise that Lady Sonia had made to herself. Lady Sonia replied in what Lady Sonia hoped was a sultry voice, “You look like a fun guy. I’m ready if you are. What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe let me buy you a drink and we can talk about it.”

“No need for a drink. Let’s just talk about it now.” Lady Sonia licked her lips and leaned close, giving him a good shot of her cleavage. As though on a string, his head bobbed down, the better to enjoy the view.

“Maybe you’d just like to get it on with me?” he said, boldly.

Lady Sonia presumed that ‘get it on’ meant regular sex, so Lady Sonia countered with, “I think maybe I could make you happier with a nice big sloppy blow job.” Her ears burned with shame as Lady Sonia said the crude words, but there it was, right out on the table. No misunderstanding possible.

“Would you like that?” The young man raised his eyebrows.

“I’d love that,” Lady Sonia lied with a smile, drawing out the word, ‘love,’ as long and lasciviously as Lady Sonia could.

“Okay,” he drawled the word the same way while his whole face broke into a broad smile.

“I’ll need twenty dollars up front.”

Now it was the man who turned red. “I don’t pay for it, lady. I don’t need to pay for it.”

“Do you have a job?”

“Of course I do. I have a good job down at the docks.”

“Do you work for free?”

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“Hell no.”

“Well, I don’t work for free, either. Twenty bucks isn’t much, but that’s what I charge.”

“Twenty buck is more than your fat old ass is worth. I can get a lot of beer for twenty bucks and that much beer’ll make me feel a lot better than you can.”

“Don’t be so sure about that, son. I can make you feel damn good.” But her words were wasted. The man was already heading back to his friends. After a minute, their laugher turned nasty and Lady Sonia heard the word, whore, being thrown about with abandon.

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Lady Sonia had thought that having to suck off a strange man in a Men’s room would be the ultimate humiliation, but being told that Lady Sonia was too old to be worth even a measly twenty dollars was an altogether more degrading experience.

No matter. The word was out and someone would pay her soon enough.

And then Lady Sonia would no longer be playing whore. Lady Sonia would actually be one.

Having no particular destination in mind, Thomas drove toward downtown – it was natural – there was nothing happening in the suburbs that would interest a single man, footloose and carefree.

It was only natural that his meandering would take him close to Broadway, but not entirely accidental that he turned left toward the seedier end of the street instead of right toward the centre of town.

What was that place that Lady Sonia said Lady Sonia was going? O’Malley’s? O’Brian’s? Something Irish. O’Reilly’s! That was the place. The one right there across the street! Lady Sonia could be in there right now, even as he was driving past.

Thomas slowed down as much as traffic permitted and tried to peer through the window, but he could see nothing but a dark blur. Lady Sonia probably wasn’t even there. It was already 9:30. Whatever Lady Sonia had decided, it had to be over by now.

But a block further, he saw her gold-coloured Honda parked by the curb. Damn, Lady Sonia must be still inside trying to find someone brave enough to let her wrap her vicious little mouth around their pecker.

He whipped a U-turn, parked in the first empty spot, and walked back toward the bar. He did not kid himself about finding this place by accident, or about having some deep subconscious needs. He freely admitted to himself that he had become curious about what was happening. He wanted to know if Lady Sonia were really going through with her plan.

And he was more than a little curious about the line in her email where Lady Sonia said that Lady Sonia would “dress in a way that would make her intentions obvious.” He wanted to see what his prissy little wife thought a fuck-me outfit looked like. This was the woman who had insisted on wearing flannel pyjamas to bed every night since their honeymoon. Lady Sonia had whined, “But I get cold,” so often that he could swear that he could hear her walking behind him, right now, complaining that Lady Sonia deserved to be comfortable in bed. Her idea of sexy clothes probably included baggy blue jeans, a freshly-pressesd sweatshirt, and a beige bra designed by a certified structural engineer.

He would just peek in the window for a laugh before he moved on.

‘Okay,’ Lady Sonia told herself, ‘the ice is broken now. I’ve made an offer and set my price. It’s almost 9:30, Thomas has decided to make me go through with it, so it’s time to find a john, close the sale, and then get the hell out of here.’

Lady Sonia swallowed the last vestiges of her pride along with the last of her Coke and turned around on her stool. Lady Sonia began looking at the men in the room, one at a time, ready to negotiate with one of these men for the privilege of paying her twenty dollars and letting her suck his cock to an orgasm as quickly as he could manage. Hell, twenty bucks was almost nothing and Lady Sonia was sure that most of these guys weren’t too proud to take advantage of a bargain like that.

At first, Lady Sonia avoided looking at the table where the young man who had previously rejected her offer was sitting. Undoubtedly, to demonstrate their solidarity his friends had already agreed that Lady Sonia wasn’t worthy of any of them.

The feeling was mutual.

As Lady Sonia looked at the men, Lady Sonia could not help but form opinions about them, to try to imagine whose cock would be the least distasteful to suck. Maybe a young Richard Gere was slumming in here somewhere. A twenty-buck whore couldn’t afford standards, but Lady Sonia would be allowed preferences. If the truth were known, Lady Sonia wasn’t even that keen to suck Thomas’s cock, but Lady Sonia was sure that one of these men would be better than the others. As Lady Sonia surveyed the room, Lady Sonia a shocking truth slowly dawned on her. While Lady Sonia had been sitting here, nursing her Coke and moping about Thomaser’s abandonment, the men behind her had not been sitting idle. They had been whispering among themselves, passing the young man’s story being told from table to table.

And now, every single man in this bar knew that her price was twenty bucks for a blow job and every single one of them had a twenty lying on the table in front of him. Even the young man who had previously blown her off was now fingering a twenty and grinning at her like the devil himself. Not one of these men had taken the money out of their wallets to buy another round of beer.

The whole bar had been quietly waiting for her to finish her drink and get to work.

Thomas had an inspiration. If he were going to get a divorce, he would need grounds. What better grounds than that his wife had begun engaging in prostitution? Not only would the grounds be adultery, but he could present a pattern of illegal activity. Any judge in the state would be so disgusted that he wouldn’t even listen to a question of alimony. He’d just tell her that Lady Sonia could fall on her back and earn her own damn alimony. Hell, Thomas would only have to threatening to expose her disgusting behavior in open court Lady Sonia would scurry away without the word, alimony, ever passing her lips.

He slipped into the bar.

Of course, Lady Sonia noticed him as soon as he entered – it was a small bar and Lady Sonia was turned on her stool to face the door as well. He grinned at her, shrugged, and sat in a chair at the nearest empty table.

The whole room was silent, expectant. Something was about to happen.

A man at the next chair leaned over to him and said in a stage whisper, “Lady Sonia’s a hooker. Lady Sonia’s going to give us all blow jobs for twenty bucks apiece.”

Thomas looked around, astoniLady Soniad, and said, “All of you?”

“Yup. That’s what they say. All comers. Get your money out.”

“Twenty bucks?”

“Yup. That’s her rate. That’s what Lady Sonia told the guy over there. I haven’t heard of a blow job that cheap since the eighties, but who’m I to look a gift whore in the mouth?” His giggle sounded like gravel rattling in a tin bucket.

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Thomas looked back at his wife. Lady Sonia sure looked like a gift whore. Her dress was so short that he could see garter straps stretching half way up her ass cheeks and her tits were hanging half out of a tiny Mary-Kay-colored tube top that was stretched practically to the breaking point.

Who would have guessed that his prissy little lady had it in her to costume herself like a back alley street walker?

Lady Sonia was frozen in fear. Looking at the tableau that could have been created solely for his amusement, he could see exactly the pretty little pickle that Lady Sonia had gotten herself into. Lady Sonia thought that Lady Sonia was going to cherry pick some young stud but had greatly underestimated the dynamics of a group or horny men. There was no way Lady Sonia was going to be allowed to leave without servicing every stallion in the stable. And some of these stallions were not only past their prime, they were one step away from the glue factory.

Before the night was over, Lady Sonia was going to see more skin diseases close up than a resident dermatologist working a full shift in a leper colony.

After these men got through with her, her mouth was going to be dirtier than a city sewer pipe. He wouldn’t ever put his own cock into that hole. He’d never been allowed to fuck her mouth before tonight and he wasn’t ever going to want to to fuck it afterward. Kind of a pity, they way those lips were painted bright red like that, they looked damned hot. He felt a stir in his groin despite himself.

The only man in the joint who wasn’t fingering his money with one hand and his personal joint with the other was the bartender.

Thomas was going to have to get his name so he could subpoena him as a witness in the divorce proceedings.

Lady Sonia almost collapsed with relief when Lady Sonia saw Thomas walk through the door. No damsel had ever been as happy to see a white knight coming to her rescue as Lady Sonia at that moment. Lady Sonia tried to keep her composure, but felt her eyes tear up in gratitude.

Then her husband sat down on the far side of the room and grinned at her.

Lady Sonia silently cursed him. He was so dumb that he couldn’t understand how much trouble Lady Sonia was in. He didn’t have any time to waste. Lady Sonia needed him up here with her right now, offering his protection, not sitting back there, waiting to be served a drink.

Even as Lady Sonia held her breath, expecting him to make his move at any moment, someone else moved first. An old man with greasy white hair and a sagging pot belly heaved himself out of his chair, clutching his money in a grimy, nicotine-stained fist, waved it in the air and shouted, “I’m too old to wait any longer. My money’s as good as the next man’s. Let’s get this show on the road.” As he yelled, Lady Sonia saw that he had only a few snaggly yellow teeth left in his mouth.

Lady Sonia had promised that Lady Sonia would service the first man who made her an offer. That was the rule. So Lady Sonia told herself that the geezer had not yet made an offer because he had not yet mentioned trading his money for any specific sexual act.

Lady Sonia had to act now and the only thing that Lady Sonia could do was to slip off the stool, go to Thomas and ask him what the hell he was doing back there.

Her skirt caught on the sweaty fake leather and hiked all the way up to completely uncover both ass cheeks and flash a clear outline of her pussy pressing against the thin red material that covered her crotch. Lady Sonia was beyond worrying about the niceties but the men in the bar were not. There was an audible collective gasp at the accidental partial strip tease and the sexual tension in the room rose another notch.

Thomas looked at her with new appreciation.

As Lady Sonia puLady Soniad past the old man who was waving his twenty dollar bill in her face, Lady Sonia ignored what he was saying. So intently was Lady Sonia concentrating on getting to her saviour that, in all honesty, Lady Sonia could not say if he had made an actual offer to pay for a blow job or not.

Following the old man’s lead, several other men waved their money in her direction and began shouting, but the rising cacophony of conflicting voices rendered them all unintelligible. Lady Sonia heard the words, “blow job,” more than once, but was unable to make out any specific offer.

At least that’s what Lady Sonia told herself. And, given a little time, Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia would be able to convince herself that it was true.

Someone grabbed at her right tit and a couple of others snatched at her ass, but Lady Sonia shook their paws off and kept tottering toward Thomas on those precarious heels.

When Lady Sonia finally made it to his table, Lady Sonia slid into the chair next to him, leaned over and said, “Thank God you’re here, Thomas. I was scared stiff.”

The cacophony abated somewhat; the other men in the room understood that Lady Sonia had chosen her first customer and were willing to wait their turn, at least for a while. By and large, everyone turned back to their own business, but eyes kept sneaking peeks in Lady Sonia’s direction, half expecting that Lady Sonia was going to start servicing the man right there in the middle of the bar and not wanting to miss any part of her ongoing free sex show.

“I can see why. You’ve got quite a fan club here. I’ve never seen so many hard- ons in one place in my life. You can smell the lust all the way out the door. You’re a raging success, dear. A raging success. I figure, if you get started right away, you’ll be finiLady Soniad by midnight. That assumes that no one wants seconds and not many more men arrive. But if word spreads outside, to the other bars on the strip, you may be here until well after closing time. You better get to it before word spreads because, even in the best case, your knees are going to be on fire and your jaw’ll be aching something awful before you’re done. But if you swallow every drop you milk, you won’t leave here hungry. That’s for damn sure. There’s enough jizm collecting in those sacs to fill you up good. You’re a hell of a woman to volunteer for this duty. A hell of a woman.”

Lady Sonia began to cry. Big fat tears ran down her cheeks – it was fortunate that Lady Sonia had used waterproof eyeliner and mascara; and that Lady Sonia had no other makeup on her face. “Why are you doing this to me, Thomas? I don’t understand. I’m your wife. You have to help me.”

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“Hell, no, I don’t. For twenty years you’ve insisted that you know better than me about every little thing from how I should pay the bills to how often the oil needs to be changed in the car. And every time I said anything about it, you launch into a screaming fit and freeze me out of the bedroom for another week. And you made it damn clear that if we ever broke up, you were going to take the children and I’d never see them without supervision again. That was one of your damned unbreakable promises. Remember? Well, that ends now. You made this decision on your own, so you can damn well live with it.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me. This is something that I’m doing for you. You said that you wanted me to be more adventurous so here I am, being as adventurous as I know how.”

“So don’t do it. Just get up and walk out of here.”

Lady Sonia looked at him with teary eyes. “I can’t. I made you a promise and I’ll never break my word to you. Never. That’s the one thing that you can count on, no matter what.”

“Then you’re stuck, aren’t you? Tough luck for you.”

“Please let me take you into the bathroom and suck your cock. Please. That’s all I want. That’s all I wanted all day.”

“No.”

“Please. I’m begging you. Let me suck you off and I’ll do anything you tell me to do. Anything. Please.” Lady Sonia grabbed his hand and squeezed all her desperation into it.

He was silent for a long time, then said, “Anything I want?”

“Anything. That’s a promise.”

“An unbreakable promise?”

“Yes.”

He was silent for another long period. Someone in the back of the bar yelled out, “Come on, guy. Get on with it. We’re all waiting.”

He looked around at the leering faces, then back into his wife’s eyes. Then he pulled out his wallet, pressed a twenty dollar bill half into her cleavage and said loudly, “Okay, baby. Here’s twenty bucks to suck my cock. And you better earn every penny of it.”

“Thank-you,” Lady Sonia sobbed quietly, and pulled him toward the Men’s room to a chorus of cheers, the twenty dollar bill sticking out of the tube top, showing all the world could see how much Lady Sonia was worth.

Thomas let her close the bathroom door, then leaned against it.

Lady Sonia said, “Thank-you, dear.”

“Don’t ‘dear’ me. You’re just a whore and I’m just a john so get on with the job.” His voice was cold.

“Yes, sir,” Lady Sonia replied in a shaky voice. Lady Sonia raised her miniskirt to her hips, revealing her bare ass and tiny thong in all its glory for his inspection, then sank to her knees before him. The floor was filthy, the smell of stale urine atrocious; it was exactly the degrading ambiance that Lady Sonia had imagined all week. Lady Sonia unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his waistband, and then carefully pulled down his zipper. Lady Sonia did not want to catch any bit of skin and put him out of the mood. Lady Sonia felt as though her life depended on doing this right. Lady Sonia wasn’t too far wrong about that.

He gave her no help whatsoever beyond thrusting his crotch toward her face, but Lady Sonia managed to slip his pants over his hips and down to his knees. His boxers soon followed. He was already erect, for which Lady Sonia was thankful.

Lady Sonia looked up at his face with an expression that approximated adoration, then grabbed the top edge of her tube top and pulled it down to her waist, letting her tits spring free.

Thomas smiled down at her when Lady Sonia did that. It was not a loving smile.

Lady Sonia began licking gently, alternating swirls around the head of his cock with strokes down the length of the shaft. After a minute of that, Lady Sonia took the head into her mouth, opened her jaws wide to keep her teeth out of the way, and gently sucked while bobbing her head slowly back and forth, drawing more of him into her mouth with every pull until he was pressing against the back of her throat.

Lady Sonia kept swallowing hard to keep her gag reflex under control while Lady Sonia took more and more of him.

While Lady Sonia worked him with her mouth, Lady Sonia squeezed and massaged the base of his cock with both hands.

As his breathing deepened and he began moaning and thrusting forward to meet her, Lady Sonia worked him faster and faster, feeling her tits flopping and banging against her chest in wild abandon.

Listening to him moan louder and deeper, Lady Sonia realized that Lady Sonia was good at this. Really good. Who would have guessed that Lady Sonia would be such a naturally talented cocksucker?

When he came, thick and long into her mouth, Lady Sonia began swallowing. And swallowing. Never before had Lady Sonia realized how long a man’s orgasm could last. During all their years of normal lovemaking, Lady Sonia had thought that he had just squirted into her a couple of times and that was the end of it. Now, though, experiencing his orgasm so intimately, Lady Sonia realized that after the main ejaculation there were a series of secondary contractions where nothing much came out, but still kept him gasping with pleasure.

Lady Sonia was happy to stay on her knees on the filthy floor, keeping him in her mouth, gently licking and sucking him clean until he had gone completely soft again.

Finally, Lady Sonia gently raised his boxers and pants and then began refastening them.

Only when Lady Sonia had redressed him completely, did Lady Sonia rise to her feet, put her arms around him, press her naked breasts into her shirt, bow her head against his neck and say, “Thank-you. That was wonderful.”

He merely replied, “You owe me a favor, now. You promised that you would do anything that I tell you if I let you suck me off.”

Lady Sonia nodded into his neck and whispered, “Yes. Anything. You only have to ask and I will do it.”

“Good. I want you to pull your panties off, go out there, pull your skirt up to your waist, bend over a chair, and invite every man in the place to fuck you in the ass.”

Lady Sonia looked up at his face, not believing what Lady Sonia had heard. As the meaning of his words sunk in, Lady Sonia began to shake uncontrollably. “What?”

“You heard me. You promised that you would to do whatever I asked. Unconditionally. I’m asking you to let every man in this bar fuck you up the ass. Actually, I want you to beg them to fuck you up the ass. For free. Your imminent mass ass fucking is on the house. Are you going to renege on your promise to me?”

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Lady Sonia began sobbing.

Thomas let her sob, felt her soaking his shirt with her tears, and waited to see what Lady Sonia would say.

After a long time, Lady Sonia said, “They’ll tear my asshole wide open. I’ll have to go the emergency ward when all those men are through with me.” Her voice was shaking so badly that Lady Sonia could barely form the words.

“So? What concern is that to me? I don’t care if you have to get your asshole stitched back together when these guys are done with you. That’s your pain, not mine. Are you going to honor your promise to me or not.”

Her voice was shaking even worse when Lady Sonia said. “You know that I’ll never break a promise, no matter what the cost.”

“Okay, then. Get to it.” He was implacable.

“Can I have some lubrication? Can I at least try to avoid some of the damage?”

“I couldn’t care less. Lube all you want. You got some KY on you?”

“No. I didn’t think I’d need any lube to give you a blowjob.”

“Looks like your plans weren’t quite as complete as you thought.” He shrugged. “Go ask the bartender if he has any butter. That’ll work well enough for a slut like you. Don’t worry. After the first few men have broken you in, your asshole will be gaping open wide enough to admit a subway train. Which is apt because you’re going to be pulling a hell of a train tonight.”

Lady Sonia wiped her eyes as best Lady Sonia could and then left the bathroom. A chorus of catcalls and crude comments greeted her and followed her all the way to the bar. This time, though, no one grabbed at her. All the men in the room had formed a line across the bar, each waiting patiently for his own turn with her. This was the train that Lady Sonia was going to start pulling in a few minutes.

Only Lady Sonia and Thomas knew what a treat was in store for them; one far more special than they had yet imagined.

When Lady Sonia got to the bar, the bartender said, “What’ll it be, miss? Another Coke to wash away the taste? Or maybe now you need something strong enough to wash away the memory? I recommend a few vodka shooters.”

Lady Sonia tried to speak, but her voice failed her. Then Lady Sonia tried again and succeeded in croaking, “Do you have any butter? I need a lot of butter.”

“Yeah. I got butter back in the kitchen. But you’ll have to pay for it. We don’t give nothing away for free around here.”

‘I’ll be giving something away for free pretty soon,’ Lady Sonia thought to herself, but said nothing like that. Instead, Lady Sonia carefully placed the twenty dollars that Thomas had paid her on the bar and said, “I need as much butter as that will buy.”

“That’ll buy enough for whatever you got in mind,” the bartender replied, looking down at her crotch, guessing what was in store for her. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He scooped up the bill.

True to his word, he returned with a large tub of soft margarine. “That’s half gone, but I imagine that what’s left in there should do you for the rest of the night.”

Lady Sonia carried the margarine back to the Men’s room, cradling it like it was the crown jewels. Thomas was standing in the alcove right outside the door where he had been able to watch her, waiting to see if Lady Sonia made a break for the exit. When Lady Sonia walked back to him without even looking at the door to the street, he had to admit that Lady Sonia was being a hell of a trooper right to the end.

Lady Sonia carried the margarine inside. Lady Sonia didn’t have to let every man in the bar watch her butter up her own asshole; Thomas had not mentioned that in his request. Though he probably would have if he had thought of it.

Lady Sonia let him watch her through the open door as Lady Sonia pulled off her thong, squatted down, scooped three fingers of margarine out of the tub, and rubbed it around the rim of her asshole. Then Lady Sonia puLady Soniad what was left inside. Lady Sonia continued scooping margarine out and pushing as much of it as far up her asshole as Lady Sonia could. Once the fucking started, Lady Sonia might not get a chance to do this again so it was important that Lady Sonia get as much inside as possible now.

When Lady Sonia judged that Lady Sonia had forced in as much as would fit – when it seemed that as much was squeezing back out between her fingers as Lady Sonia was pushing in – Lady Sonia stood up and walked slowly out toward the bar. Her ass cheeks slid together and squelched with every step. As Lady Sonia was sliding past Thomas, Lady Sonia looked up at him and asked, “Why do you hate me so much? Was I that bad to you? Really?”

He grabbed her arm and looked down into her face. In that face, for the first time in years, he saw the girl that he had loved so many years ago; the young woman that he had married; the woman who had given birth to two fine children.

Lady Sonia looked back up at him and said, “You can have the first shot at my asshole, you know. Maybe I can make you hard again. At least let me try. You’re my husband. You deserve to pop my back door cherry and I know that you’re not going to want me afterwards. Not after all these men have taken me.”

He felt his heart break. “I’m sorry.” He spoke more loudly, shouted to the men who were standing in line, each clutching a twenty-dollar bill in his hand, waiting to defile his wife. “I’m sorry. The lady and I have reached a new agreement. Instead of blow jobs, I’ve convinced her to let us fuck her in the ass.”

The men cheered.

Lady Sonia sobbed.

Until Thomas added, “But that’s a considerably more expensive service. I’m paying five hundred dollars for her asshole.” He turned her around and raised her miniskirt to her waist. “Because I think this is a choice piece. So unless someone wants to bid more than five hundred dollars, I’m going to take her out to a motel and rotorooter her ass for the rest of the night.”

This was something that a group of horny men could understand and appreciate. The whore was not dissing them, Lady Sonia just had a better offer.

No one could afford to outbid him, so they cheered his good luck half heartedly and returned to their tables.

Thomas took his wife back to her motel room and did exactly what he had told the crowd that he was going to do.

The next morning, when Lady Sonia awoke, Lady Sonia’s asshole was sore, but not as sore as Lady Sonia had anticipated, given the enthusiastic assault that it had endured the night before. Not only had Lady Sonia been well-lubed, but Lady Sonia had stretched herself amply while pushing the butter inside. But the Lady Soniaets were a filthy, greasy mess, margarine had been leaking out of her all night long, along with no small amount of bodily fluids. Lady Sonia promised that Lady Sonia would leave a hundred dollars out of the five that Thomas had paid her as a special tip for the maid.

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Lady Sonia knew that Lady Sonia looked dreadful, but Lady Sonia also knew that he believed what he was saying. A man waking up in a state of blissful sexual satiation has an entirely different standard of beauty than the photo editor at Vogue magazine.

“Are you my husband this morning?” Lady Sonia asked.

“I want nothing more than to be your husband,” Thomas replied. “I love you.” And, for the first time in many years, he meant that with all his heart.

“I love you, too.”

“Last night, you promised that if I let you suck my cock, you would do what I say,” Thomas said, carefully.

“That’s right.”

“You didn’t say that you would do what I said only once or that you would do what I said only last night. You promised that you would do what that I say without any stipulations or qualifications. What I say, period.”

“That’s right,” Lady Sonia replied, snuggling into his chest. “That was the promise I made and that’s the promise that I will keep for as long as we’re married.”

“All I ask is that you trust me. I promise that I will not let you down again as long as you trust me.”

Lady Sonia smiled happily. “We’re going to have a lot more adventures after Samantha moves away to university in the fall.”

He stroked her hair. “I think you’ll find our adventures a lot more fun when we’re both reading from the same page.”

Lady Sonia didn’t answer. Lady Sonia was too busy trying to stroke a little life back into her husband’s cock. Her pussy had a mind of its own, it hadn’t been filled in some time, and it was hungry for her husband. Hungrier than it had been in years.

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It is good of you to see me, Kalinin,” she said nodding her head in respect as she entered the office of the Kushtian Head of State.

“And I am happy to see you once more too, Ms Grant,” the Kalinin responded warmly, his lilting, inflected English making his words sound all the more sincere. “Please remove your veil if you wish and sit by me.” He gestured to a large pile of cushions to one side of his desk. “Will you take some hunashif?” he held out a carved wooden box and lifted the lid to offer Lady Sonia her pick of the carefully hand rolled joints.

Lady Sonia demurred, thinking back to her student days when the offer would have been more than welcome and wondering why she had never come up with the idea of a gold trimmed roach. Such elegant decadence! “Thank you, no, Kalinin,” she said as she took her seat. “While I welcome the hospitality, I fear the effects might cloud our discussions.”

“Ha!” the Kalinin grinned, snapping the box shut. “It is only fair that we speak with clear heads. You must tell me how I can help you. And you must tell me how is my very good friend Mr Clegg.”

“Mr Clegg is well and sends his greetings. He greatly appreciates your patronage and hopes that the business continues to deliver satisfaction to one he is proud to know as a friend.” the Kalinin smiled, and nodded accepting the compliment. “I have a favour to ask,” Lady Sonia went on, getting to the point of her visit. “And it involves your son.”

The Kalinin looked tired. “I try to keep him diverted. Your Mr Clegg has been most helpful there. His last project, the story tellers, most excellent. But, even so, he has yet to find a role. He does not yet find state affairs as fascinating as the affairs of the bedroom.”

Lady Sonia smiled. By all accounts the Kalinin himself was no slouch in that direction but no one could doubt his diplomatic skills either. After the Russian withdrawal, he had managed to orchestrate his return to power from the other side of the globe and without the violence that might have been expected as a consequence of the change in regime.

“It is not so much a problem with your son as with one of his wives. Since she was provided by us, we feel in some part responsible.”

“That is what I would expect of Clegg. A man of honour, even if there are those that consider his calling dishonourable.” The Kalinin laughed cheerily. “Let me guess,” he said. “Mistress Kristine?”

Lady Sonia nodded.

“She is a useful presence here, you know. A distraction for many of our people from some of the concerns that might otherwise excite them. Of course she is scandalous but the people enjoy a little drama. They like to think their leaders are corrupt and glamorous whereas for the most part we spend our time in the simple drudgery of statecraft. Her scandals are harmless, those amused by them have less attention for other matters.”

Lady Sonia felt that the Kalinin was being disingenuous, but there seemed no reason to interrupt him.

“I suspect, from the concern of Mr Clegg, that this is somehow related to the little enterprise that she and her friend Lauren have been engaged in? Do you suppose that their plans to provide wives for my friends in the North were other than proper? If so, I am sure something can be done.”

“I think that is the case, Kalinin,” Lady Sonia responded. “And that their actions have the potential to disturb your Russian neighbours.”

The Kalinin frowned. “That perhaps is something I should have foreseen. I have always considered that the best way to avoid being mauled by the Russian Bear is to refrain from poking it with sticks. I am disappointed if my son has not come to a similar conclusion. He does not always see it fit to intervene in his wife’s activities. Still no matter. We must deal with things as they are. What is to be done?”

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“There are eight women, I believe, that have arrived in Kushtia from Russia as a result of your daughter-in- law’s entrepreneurial spirit. One is no longer with her – I have already taken her into my own care.” The Kalinin gave Lady Sonia a knowing look. “She and the remaining seven should, I believe, be repatriated. I can arrange this in such a way as to reduce the concern of your ursine neighbour. But,” Lady Sonia looked squarely at the Kalinin, “I have to be honest and say I do not know whether this will cause problems with those who might have expected to be in nuptial delight and will now potentially be disappointed.”

The Kalinin folded his hands across his bLady Sonia. “Perhaps,” he said with careful consideration. “But perhaps as well it is better for them to know that the gift of such things can be in the Kalinin’s hand rather than in the hands of others. I am sure that your Mr Clegg would be able to arrange alternatives or that we can divert some resources from the United Nations Cultural Experience Programme. My daughter in law must recognise that in a market there may be some competition. And my son should realise that it can be unwise to allow a wife too free a hand.”

“From what I hear of the your Cultural Experience Programme that would seem to be an excellent suggestion,” Lady Sonia replied. She knew that Freddie would not be interested in the sort of subsidised arrangement that the Kalinin would no doubt be expecting to sort out this particular problem. Cash flow was bad enough and he was probably going to be out of pocket on the repatriation and the expenses of Lady Sonia’s trip. On the other hand she did have some assets of her own she reflected, thinking of Dana and Esther, which could either defray the costs of this exercise or ease the solution of the problem in some other way.

“Excellent,” the Kalinin replied. “I shall see that things are arranged. The head of the program, my son and his wife, should be involved, I think. And also a representative of the Bank. In case there are any financial issues to be resolved. Does that accord with your own thoughts?”

“Thank you, Kalinin. That does indeed sound the best combination.” She wasn’t sure that Henry would actually be needed but there would be no harm in his being there.

“Very well, I shall arrange things with the Emir of Kolin.”

“The Emir?” Lady Sonia was foreseeing a complication.

“Yes, the head of the UN programme on behalf of the Culture Minister. A sound man, I am sure you have met him.”

Yes, thought Lady Sonia, I’ve met Brad and I’ve seen what’s been happening to his daughter, Lauren, at the hands of Mistress Kristine. I wonder if he knows about the way that the wife of the Kalinin’s son has been treating his daughter. She said, “Absolutely. It will be good to see him again.”

Returning to the Dobranin household, Lady Sonia was presented with a scene of dissipation in the cellar. Desnerek was asleep on a pile of cushions, laying on his back, his mouth open and snoring loudly. Not far from him, Esther sat, her wrists handcuffed to one of the pipes. Desnerek had – as Lady Sonia insisted – left Esther roped up but that didn’t appear to have much interfered with what he had wanted to do with her. The jacket of the suit she had been wearing when Lady Sonia had kidnapped her had been wrenched open and her blouse torn, exposing her breasts. They looked sore, Lady Sonia thought. Esther’s skirt was torn and her knickers pushed down around her ankles. The red ball of her gag no longer filled her mouth, it now hung around her nack like some brightly coloured necklace. She didn’t seem to want to cry out, through, cowering back against the wall at Lady Sonia’s approach.

The other two girls, in the cage on the far side of the room, looked to have been as traumatised by Desnerek’s actions as Esther had been. They were looking towards Lady Sonia with pleading looks, as much as to say, “Please don’t let him have us too.”

Lady Sonia wasn’t sure whether or not she would be able to help them. Desnerek’s behaviour might be brutal but it looked like he’d be able to keep the girls occupied until Lady Sonia decided what to do with them. She pushed Esther’s gag back in her mouth and re-buckled the strap that held it in place. The girl’s look of desperation brought a small pang of sympathy from Lady Sonia. She picked up a blanket and wrapped it around the shivering, frightened woman.

There wasn’t anything more she could do for her for a while. And even then, Lady Sonia thought, the outlook wasn’t much better than the present.

The offices of the Kushtian Cultural Exchange Programme had been set up in one of the most extraordinary buildings in the centre of Kolin. Overlooking the river, inside a high walled enclosure a forest of a dozen or so minarets of varying heights clustered around a courtyard. Bradley, showing Lady Sonia across the courtyard, gestured to the towers.”It’s completely impractical of course. The Forest of Minarets it’s called. These towers only have a single small office on each floor. The accounts people are in that one, the allocations people up there, the people responsible for UN liaison in that one. The staff spend half their time running up and down stairs.”

“No lifts?” Lady Sonia was looking up at the tallest of the towers. It must have been ten stories high.

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“No,” Brad said. “These are historic buildings. Can’t touch them according to the Heritage Minister. Besides, they’re so narrow if we put lift shafts up the middle there’d be no room for the offices. We do have the benefit of view from the conference suite, though.”

Brad opened the door at the base of one of the towers, ushered Lady Sonia inside and the two of them climbed the spiral staircase inside up to the top. The conference room did, as promised, offer a view across the river and the low, flat roofed houses that made up the outer suburbs of the Kushtian capital as well as back across the centre of the town. Lady Sonia wasn’t sure that it had been worth the climb.

The others for the meeting were already in place. Koreni Kallanis, the Kalinin’s son, sat at the head of the table. Mistress Kristine sat beside him. Evidently she had been told of the purpose of the meeting. Her face was a picture of irritation. The Kalinin’s son didn’t look much happier. Henry sat with them on their side of the table but with an empty place between himself and Mistress Kristine.

“OK,” said Brad, perhaps I can kick things off. Let’s see if we can get ourselves a touch down in time for lunch.” The Kalinin’s son nodded. Mistress Kristine looked impassive.

Lady Sonia simply said, “Fine by me.”

“Good. Let me see if I have the facts right. Your wife’s enterprise,” Brad looked across at the Kalinin’s son, “has eight clients that have contracted for wives.”

Koreni Kalanis nodded. Mistress Kristine continued to say nothing.

“And the bank has been providing the funding to back this enterprise?”

Henry nodded in agreement too.

“And the proposal is that we should meet these contracts using the resources of the Cultural Experience Programme?”

The Kalinin’s son nodded again. Lady Sonia was beginning to wonder if anyone else could actually speak.

Brad went on. “You all realise that this is an exceptional situation. The programme exists to enable participants to experience everyday Kushtian life.” he gestured to the United Nations insignia on the wall behind him, “in line with our agreement with UNESCO to act as a pilot for their World Cultural Heritage scheme. The girls that join the programme are normally assigned to the role of doenyes. Their presence as a source of domestic servants has been of great value in freeing up some of the most talented of our young Kushtian women for positions in commerce and industry. A very small number of them have made the transition from doenya to concubine. I do not wish, and I do not think the Kalinin would wish,” Brad paused as if waiting for contradiction. None came. “for this to be seen as some sort of precedent. With that understanding, I am happy to allocate eight of the current programme participants to meet this requirement.”

“Thank you Emir.” Koreni Kalanis son spoke for the first time. His tone was clipped, talking under duress, evidently having been well briefed by his father. “Please make whatever selection is most convenient for you.”

Mistress Kristine looked across at him frowning and was about to speak when the Kalinin’s son went on. “Of course, my wife’s clients may have expressed particular requirements. However,” he turned towards Mistress Kristine, “I am sure that my wife’s undoubted capabilities extend to being able to sell what she has rather than troubling you for anything specific.”

Mistress Kristine scowled. Lady Sonia imagined that she was anticipating some difficult conversations with her clients.

“I’ll arrange for eight girls to be shipped to your household. They will be new arrivals, I’m afraid. I’m not going to disrupt girls already in the programme. You’ll have to bear the effort of their induction to Kushtian culture.” Mistress Kristine was about to object but her husband held up a finger to warn her to keep silent. “Your wife and my daughter should be able to organise that between them. They will be arriving in Kushtia as part of the next batch of applicants next week. I’ll have them shipped in manuses and moaungf, I understand that’s how you wife likes to start with newcomers to your household…”

“Ouch,” thought Lady Sonia, “he’s evidently well informed about what Mistress Kristine has been up to.” The Kalinin had obviously decided to use this opportunity to help his son to put his household in order and the Emir was taking the opportunity to score a few points too.

The Kalinin’s son nodded in affirmation. “And the Russian girls?” he asked. “What is to be done with them?”

Brad looked across at Lady Sonia. “You want to pick that up?”

Lady Sonia sat forward. “Yes,” she said. “They will be repatriated. I understand that you can make some transport available, Emir? If so, I will need a few days in which to arrange things on the Russian side but otherwise I think we can consider things settled.”

The Kalinin’s son stood up and nodded stiffly to Brad and to Lady Sonia before waving his wife towards the door.

Lady Sonia was pretty sure that she didn’t want to be Mistress Kristine when the two of them got back to their household.

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The telephone on my desk rang. I answered it, and my secretary said, “It’s your
wife.”

“Hello, Handsome!” said the soft voice I knew so well. As I replied, shivers ran
down my spine, because she had used the nickname that told me she was speaking
as my “Bondage Mistress.”

“I have something special for your dinner tonight,” she continued. “Why don’t
you come an hour or so early, so that we can get into the right mood?”…

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I could feel my crotch beginning to bulge as I protested that I had an important
meeting to attend that afternoon, but I knew it wouldn’t do me any good.

“That’s your problem, isn’t it?” she chuckled. “But don’t worry, I’ll wait for
you… and maybe while I’m waiting I can think of a little extra something to
whip up for you!” — which meant, I knew, that I could expect some extra tight
bondage and probably some “discipline” for not coming home when she wanted me
to.

I promised to be home as early as I could, and we said goodbye; I hung up
wondering how in hell I’d be able to concentrate in my meeting, with the
exciting prospect of an evening’s bondage fun and games to distract me.

It wasn’t easy, but I managed to get through the meeting without making it too
obvious that my mind was really elsewhere. But once my car and on the freeway I
relaxed a little and my mind started to wander….

Lady Sonia and I had been together for about six years, and for the last four of these
we’d been enjoying games that involved bondage, discipline and slavery; nearly
always Lady Sonia would dominate and bind me, because I got more fun out of the
sensations than she did… especially the feeling of being a helpless prisoner
who must obey every command of my Mistress and submit to her every whim. We
usually had a “session” about once a week, sometimes lasting just an hour or
two, but mostly the whole evening and occasionally I would spend a full day or
even a weekend shackled or bound in some way or other.

One of Lady Sonia’s favourite games — and mine, too! — was to call me at my office,
like she’d done today, and use our pre-arranged signals to warn me that she
wanted me to be her slave that evening; she knew only too well that the
anticipation was a big part of the fun for me!

My anticipation was becoming almost unbearable by the time I drove into our
garage. I wondered where Lady Sonia would be waiting to “capture” me this time, but I
wasn’t prepared for the large note taped to the door into the house. It read:

“You’ve kept me waiting, slave, so now I’ll make you wait, too. Go straight into
your bondage room, strip and put on what I’ve laid out for you. Then kneel and
bend over the discipline bench, put your wrists into the handcuffs and wait for
me. Do NOT move… except maybe to tremble while you imagine what I might do to
you for keeping me waiting.

YOUR MISTRESS”

I was trembling — more with excitement than fear! — as I hurried to obey these
instructions. The “bondage room” was one we’d set aside entirely for that
purpose: it was full of equipment, from a large bench with rings at each corner
to cuffs and ropes and spanking paddles and so on neatly arranged on wall racks.
But I had eyes only for the things laid out on the bench — ankle cuffs with a
24-inch spreader bar, my briefest “slave pants”, and our big padded “muffle
helmet”.

Getting myself ready was a bit strange. Normally Lady Sonia “captured” me and stripped
and dressed me herself, after locking me into a collar or waist-strap. Now, my
fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers and laces as I stripped quite naked,
hanging my clothes neatly in the small closet, then put on the ankle cuffs with
their spreader bar and locked the belt of the slave pants aroud my waist. My
cock was standing up so stiff that it was quite difficult to force it into the
pouch of soft but strong leather and clip the narrow crotch-strap passing
between my legs and buttocks to the back of the belt. These slave pants left my
ass-cheeks completely bare!

I positioned myself kneeling beside the bench before putting on the helmet,
which covered my head completely and was so thickly padded that, as well as
rendering me blind and speechless, I couldn’t hear a sound! Finally, I bent
forward, resting my belly and chest on the low bench, stretched my arms over my
head and snapped the handcuffs — strategically fastened to a ring in the wall
– around my wrists. Trying hard not to squirm at the erotic pressure of the
pouch on my throbbing prick, I settled down to wait for my Mistress.

Inside the helmet it seemed like hours were passing; and it must have been at
least 45 minutes that I waited, my knees starting to ache and eventually feeling
just a little afraid that something had gone wrong and Lady Sonia couldn’t come to
release me. I shifted slightly to ease the pressure on one knee… and jumped in
shock as — without any warning at all — a paddle landed sharply across my
buttocks. Lady Sonia must have crept in and, knowing I couldn’t hear her, had announced
her presence in a very dramatic way!!!

My prick had shrunk to normal size during my wait; now it tried to burst out of
its pouch, and my ass-cheeks twitched and tensed in anticipation of another
blow. It came after a couple of minutes, and was followed at irregular intervals
by about a dozen more; Lady Sonia knew that a slow spanking gave me the thrill of
wondering when the next one would fall, and this time it was more exciting than
ever, not even hearing the swish of the descending paddle.

My ass-cheeks were very warm and tingling — but not too painfully! — when at
last the helmet was partly undone and a familiar voice whispered in my ear.
“Gave you quite a surprise there, didn’t I, my poor slave?” Then, more sternly,
“That was your penalty for not coming home when I told you to — an ‘extra
something’ I whipped up while I was waiting, d’you see? But you have three more
strokes to come for moving three times while you were waiting… against my
clear orders. I was watching, you know.”

The helmet was re-fastened, and I tensed my buttocks… but the three strokes –
with what felt like a cane or riding-crop — landed in quick succession across
the backs of my thighs instead. My Mistress always seems to be able to catch me
by surprise!

After a few moments I felt the spreader bar being removed from between my
ankles, but it was immediately replaced by something shorter. My handcuffed
wrists were released from the wall and I was helped upright, though still on my
knees. Next I felt a cord passed around my cock and balls and pulled snug, then
tied fairly closely to my handcuffs. Finally, the helmet was removed and I
blinked at the light and saw my Mistress for the first time that evening.

She was standing in front of me, smiling and looking magnificent in a long
scarlet sheath dress and elbow-length white gloves on her bare arms. Lady Sonia is
small and slim with a beautifully lithe and shapely body; her hair is honey-
blond and she was wearing it short at the time, accentuating her long smooth
neck and subtly framing her lovely face with its flashing blue eyes now looking
at me with amusement. I wanted to tell her I adored her, but I knew better than
to speak before being spoken to.

“Well…” she said very slowly, looking me up and down. “Is my slave properly
sorry for getting home so late?”

“Yes, Ma’am, very sorry,” I replied humbly.

“And d’you think you deserved to have your bottom paddled for it?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, I deserved every one of those strokes. Thank you for
punishing me so appropriately. And… Ma’am…?” I finished tentatively, and she
nodded to give me permission to add “Perhaps I’ll learn my lesson even better by
thinking it over in tight….”

“… bondage,” she interrupted with a broad grin. “Don’t worry, you’ll have a
very good chance to think about your shortcomings later… and I’ll probably
pull the ropes a bit tighter for suggesting it, as if you thought I might let
you off with just that spanking. But right now I’m thirsty after that
exercise… and I might even let you have a drink too. Come along; follow me.”

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I had no choice but to obey as Lady Sonia helped me to my feet, then tugged — gently
but firmly — on the leash she’d attached to my cock and balls. Our walk into
the living-room was a little slow due to the 9-inch hobble chain between my
ankles, but once there Lady Sonia made herself comfortable in a big armchair while I
fixed her a drink, hobbled over to serve it to her, then hobbled back to the bar
to fix one for myself.

It wasn’t all that easy to handle bottles and glasses without being able to
raise my hands above waist level (because of the cord between my prick and the
handcuffs), but I’d had plenty of practice at this! Of course, I had to drink
mine through a straw, bending over the low bar. (“Your cheeks are such a pretty
cherry-pink colour,” laughed Lady Sonia, almost making me choke.)

After only a few minutes, Lady Sonia told me to finish my drink quickly, because she
wanted to continue with dinner preparations, and she thought I should be “kept
out of mischief” while she did so.

She made me sit on a straight-backed wooden chair, after covering the seat with
a large piece of studded leather with the points up (“…to remind you of your
punishment for being late,” she grinned). Removing the handcuffs, she pulled my
arms behind the chair back and strapped my wrists and elbows firmly together and
ran a strap around my chest and upper arms and another around my waist and
wrists. Finally she looped a rope around my neck and used the other end to draw
my crossed ankles up into a yoga-like position, and left me there to watch the
news on TV.

It certainly wasn’t very comfortable, bound so tightly with my tender ass-cheeks
resting on those studs. But the discomfort itself was exciting as I pushed
against the tightness of the knots and straps. Lady Sonia went about the final dinner
preparations, looking in on me occasionally to chuckle at the sight and saying,
“Wait till you see what other fun and games I’ve planned for tonight, my poor
prisoner!” She wouldn’t tell me what they were, of course — she knew that my
imagination, and my excitement, were running wild!

“Dinner’s ready,” she said cheerfully after a while, and began to release me
from the chair. Linking my wrists and ankles with 18-inch chains, she led me
into the kitchen. “Serve up two plates, but leave one in the warmer. You will
serve me my dinner first, then you can eat yours while I eat my dessert.”

I did as I was told, and carried Lady Sonia’s dinner carefully on a tray into the
living-room, where she ate sitting at a low table while I waited on her with the
wine. When she finished, she ordered me to fetch my plate and put it on the
mantelpiece.

“With that sore bottom of yours, you’d better eat standing up,” she smiled as
she unlocked the chain from my ankles and attached another around my neck to the
wrist chain, then positioned me astride a low armchair under the mantel. “You
may eat now,” she said. “I’ll see to my own dessert.”

The neck chain allowed my hands to reach the food and put it into my mouth, so I
started to eat. I wondered what was for dessert… until Lady Sonia sat in the chair I
was straddling and positioned her face near my crotch; then I knew!

“I’ve been looking forward to this for hours,” she grinned up at me as she
unclipped the crotch-strap of my ‘slave pants’. “A big tasty creamy dick!” Her
tongue lapped gently at the head of my swollen member, sending a ripple of
pleasure up my spine. “Ah… delicious!”

My dinner was delicious too, but it was hard to concentrate on eating with Lady Sonia’s
clever fingers and even cleverer tongue and lips stroked, nibbled and flicked at
my sensitive cock. Several times I bit my tongue or nearly choked when she hit
particularly sensitive spots… and she knew plenty of those!

She kept my excitement building up until I had just swallowed the last of my
meal; then, with a fingertip on that spot just behind my balls, a hand firmly
holding the shaft of my cock and its head deep in her mouth, she took the warm
jet of my spunk as I jerked and gasped in my climax. I wondered vaguely — as
the waves of pleasure engulfed me — whether I would ever be able to eat that
dish again without getting a hard-on!

A minute later I looked down at Lady Sonia licking the last drops of fluid from the tip
of my cock, and asked, “Do I get my dessert now, boss-lady?”

“Patience, my boy,” came the laughing reply. “Yours will come in good time. I
wonder if it’ll taste as good as mine did. I really enjoyed that!”

It was some time before I got my ‘dessert’; my Mistress was determined to
‘punish’ me properly for coming home late. Besides, I’d asked for some tight
bondage… and I got it!

Back in the bondage room, Lady Sonia put me in a very tight spreadeagle, face up on the
bench, with extra straps holding my knees, elbows, waist and shoulders down
firmly. After attaching two spring-loaded clothespins to my nipples and putting
a little tension on them with thin cord, she left me in the dark “… to think
over your misdeeds.”

About an hour later she returned. She’d taken of her dress and was wearing
nothing but brief black satin bra and panties. She looked gorgeous! “Well, my
bad lad,” she said as she removed the straps over my body, “are you properly
repentant yet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, glad to be able to move again, even if only a
little. My wrists and ankles were still tightly stretched.

“Are you sure?” she asked, passing a strap under my waist and over a pulley,
then drawing my body up into an uncomfortable arch.

“Yes, yes,” I cried. “Your slave is very, very sorry he disobeyed you!”

This exchange continued for what seemed a long time. Lady Sonia loved tormenting me by
tickling, pinching, scratching and slapping my helpless naked body; she knew I
loved it too, and she pretended not to be convinced by my apologies until she’d
worked me up to her satisfaction.

My prick was stiff with excitement again by the time she said, “OK, I’ll believe
you, so long as you show me how sorry you are by giving me a good tongue-bath.”

She released me from the spreadeagle but immediately strapped my wrists and
elbows into a single-sleeve behind my back. Removing her bra, she lay down on
the deeply padded couch and ordered me to begin. I needed no encouragement and
started in, under her guiding hands.

Lady Sonia moaned with pleasure as I ran my tongue in circles over her flat belly,
flicked it up and down the insides of her smooth thighs, and especially as I
licked and sucked strongly on her deep red nipples, turning them into hard knobs
of pure arousal. I could see her panties getting damp with her juices, and the
sexy female aroma was driving me crazy, but she didn’t let me get too close to
that centre of passion. She always enjoyed building up her desire as slowly as
possible before actually allowing her pussy to be touched.

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After a little while she could wait no longer. “Time for your dessert,” she said
as she positioned me kneeling at the foot of the couch and used a rope over a
pulley to draw my wrists upwards, forcing my face down to the level of the
couch. Lying down in front of me, she lifted her hips and made me remove her
soaked briefs with my teeth, then straddled my head with her soft white thighs
and told me to start.

She came almost as soon as my tongue touched her love-bud, clenching her legs
around my neck and moaning softly. I continued to lap, suck, nibble and stroke
my tongue deep inside her while she came several more times, each time more
violently than the last, until she was crying aloud in ecstasy, pulling on my
hair and squeezing her thighs so hard that my ears rang and I could hardly
breathe!

At last she pushed me away, untied the rope holding my wrists, and made room for
me on the couch beside her.

“You did have a good appetite for dessert, didn’t you?” she murmured
contentedly, stroking my naked body gently.

“You bet, Mistress,” I grinned. “It tasted so good, I could have kept eating all
night.”

“Could you now? Sometime I might take you up on that, but you might find it a
bit uncomfortable, tied like that all night.”

“I wouldn’t have much choice, would I, especially if I deserved it for being
very disobedient,” I said with a wink.

“You’re quite disobedient enough as it is, smart-ass,” she retorted with mock
severity. “Not to mention cheeky. I don’t think you’ve really learned your
lesson tonight after all.”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” I protested. “I have, really I have! Please don’t punish me
any more!”

But I could tell by the look in her eyes that my protests would do no good at
all, just as she knew perfectly well that I could take much longer ‘sessions’ of
bondage than this. What was really on my mind at that moment, as my Mistress
prepared to put me into another tight bondage position, was that my crotch was
aching with my desire for her. I wanted nothing more than to plunge my iron-hard
cock deep into her pussy; but our ‘rules’ said that I must never, ever suggest
that to her, because a slave has NO such rights at all unless his Mistress
kindly grants them.

I needn’t have worried, however. No sooner had Lady Sonia positioned me face up across
the couch, my ankles and wrists connected by a rope underneath and a pillow
under my hips to raise them, than she climbed up on the couch too! She stroked
my cock gently for a few moments to make sure it was hard, then she knelt
astride my raised hips and slowly impaled herself on me until she was resting
firmly on me with my prick as deep inside her as it could be.

We don’t do this often — we really prefer to screw with all our legs and arms
free — but occasionally we both tremendously enjoy the variety of fucking with
one of us bound… almost always me! And Lady Sonia always thinks of a new position to
bind me when she feels like fucking her helpless slave… and I just love being
that helpless slave!

Slowly Lady Sonia rocked back and forth, then began to rotate her supple body in a
circular fashion. “Are you learning your lesson now, slave?” she panted as she
started moving up and down on my rampant cock, at the same time raking her
fingernails across the tautly stretched skin of my belly and chest.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped in time with her strokes. “Teach me more, please,
Mistress!” She tweaked my nipples, still sensitive from the grip of the
clothespins, gave me little pinches in all sorts of places, pulled at single
hairs on my chest, and sometimes reached behind her to caress my balls or that
very sensitive spot just behind them.

Our breathing grew heavier and faster as Lady Sonia skillfully built up our excitement.
She continued to tease me about “learning your lesson” and I responded
appropriately, until at last I was too short of breath to speak… and soon
after that Lady Sonia herself stopped talking.

She was doing her best to help me last as long as possible, but eventually
neither of us could wait any longer. Her breasts bouncing gloriously, her hands
clutching the skin on my chest, she started pumping faster and faster,
increasing the pleasure in my rigid shaft to almost unbearable heights. I began
to buck my hips and strain against my tight bonds, which only intensified the
pleasure; then I cried out as my orgasm swept over me and Lady Sonia pushed herself
firmly down on my cock as its thick fluid spurted deep into her.

She waited a few moments, then quickly lifted herself up and turned so that her
pussy was above my face. Happily I licked and sucked our mingled juices out of
her cunt while she squeezed the last drops out of my prick with both hands and
contentedly licked it clean. Then she turned again and stretched her beautiful
soft, warm body on top of mine, and held my face between her hands.

“I think you learned that lesson very well, my sexy slave,” she whispered, her
eyes full of satisfaction and love.

A few minutes later, free of bondage for the first time that evening, I carried
my wonderful Mistress… tormenter… lover… wife to bed, where we lay
entwined in each other’s arms and drifted quickly into exhausted but very
satisfied sleep.

Hi my name is Elizabeth, so properly I could be called Liz, Beth, Cath, etc. My current preference is Cathy. I’m a young 31, about 5′ 4″ tall, have sharp cheek bones, startling, big green eyes, a lean figure, and an athletic body. People say I’m very attractive. My current preference in hair color is red. My friend Ms. Stephanie is a tall attractive blond, 29, taller than me, with a more curvy body…

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Ms. Stephanie and I are housemates, and also S&M dominants. I’d like to relate some of the adventures we’ve had with our submissives, Lady Sonia and Justin.

Lady Sonia and Justin are girlfriend and boyfriend . He’s 30, she’s 38. They both have blond hair, although Justins could better be described as tan or light brown. They are 2 of the most attractive subs I’ve seen, and have what I consider perfect subbie bodies (slender, toned and worked out, yet vulnerable and very sensitive and easy to arouse). In addition they are very intelligent, articulate, and upscale, so there is plenty of room to bring them down in the world, so to speak.

They came to Ms. Stephanie and I, because they both individually had always been so turned on by S&M, but both much preferred the submissive role. They were tired of just the occasional S&M session and wanted something between that, and a full lifestyle. A partial lifestyle, you could say, and they wanted to be erotically dominated together, they found it more exciting and erotic that way, so did Ms. Stephanie and I. As Lady Sonia is Bi and so are Ms. Stephanie and I, the sex thing, with Justin included, works out just fine. Justin professes to be sexually straight, and prefers girls to other men for sex, but then slaves can’t always choose their preferences, can they?

One evening about 3 months into their arrangement with us, we were all at the cool house Ms. Stephanie and I share.

“It’s time” I said, gleefully, mockingly, grinning ear to ear, as Ms. Stephanie, also grinning, snapped leashes on to Justin and Lady Sonia’s collars, and began pulling them from the room.

They were nude of course except for their g-strings (the most clothing they are allowed to wear in the house), and their hands were cuffed behind their backs.

“Time for what,” Justin inquired.

I slapped him hard but playfully on his bare ass.

“Time for you two to go public,” I replied gleefully.

The four of us had talked about it for sometime, getting other people involved in our S&M play and slave training, and going to the local S&M club. All of us found it a very erotic and exciting idea, but Lady Sonia and Justin had felt they weren’t quite ready for such a new level of humiliation and exposure.

“Oh no…,” came the immediate response, both of them digging in their heels.

“Oh yes…,” I said, coming up behind them slipping my arms around two bare waists, and pushing while Ms. Stephanie tugged on the leashes from the front.

“We talked about it long enough, and I know both of you will love it, and want to do it anyway.”

In fact from between them I noticed that already their breathing had quickened, and that the nipples on both their bare chests had hardened.

“So we are going to do it, besides you don’t have any choice, unless you want to never be slaves again , and stop seeing me and Ms. Stephanie completely.”

That got them to relent, and with Ms. Stephanie pulling, and me pushing, we got them out of the house and into the car.

It was a cool night, and since Lady Sonia and Justin were wearing only their g-strings they had to be chilly. While I drove Ms. Stephanie crawled in the back seat with them to keep them warm by teasing and playing with their nipples. They both have remarkably sensitive and excitable nipples. Ms. Stephanie had to repeatedly warn them not to moan or whimper too much as she teased them.

It is an hours drive to the club, and by the time we got there, forget the chilly night, both Justin and Lady Sonia were flushed and perspiring, all the back windows were fogged, Lady Sonia had become so aroused by the extended nipple teasing there was actually a puddle of wetness on the leather seat between her quaking thighs, and Justin’s g-string was soaked with pre-cum his erection stretching beneath it like an iron rod. Without any pause we parked, and that’s exactly how we marched them into the club.

It was still early, there were about 50 people in the somewhat cavernous club, and about 10 submissives. Judging from the flashes of bare skin, I saw in the dim light, none of the other submissives were nearly as bare as Lady Sonia and Justin were. Lady Sonia and Justin were naturally enough the automatic center of attention.

Such exquisite humiliation! To stand there all but naked before a crowd of strangers in a public place, and not only naked, but blatantly sexually aroused as well. The overload of humiliation was making both of them visibly tremble and quake as a crowd gathered. I was sure that if it wasn’t for the adrenaline and endorphins flooding their systems from the hour of non stop sexual stimulation in the car, they would both have bolted. As it was they could only stand there trembling, red faced and flushed, their eyes on the floor as the crowd ogled them, commenting, giggling, laughing, whistling at them, or about them. Figuring they had , had enough, Ms. Stephanie and I finally pulled them away, as we did, a club manager reminded us that our new submissive “guests” hadn’t been registered as club members yet.

Lady Sonia and Justin stood before the registration table. We had uncuffed and unleashed them. Behind the table sat two burly male dominants, and a devilish looking young fem-dom. Some of the color of embarrassment had drained from Lady Sonia and Justins faces now that they were out of the limelight. Their level of sexual arousal had visibly cooled as well( judging from the fact that Justin was only 1/2 erect beneath his g-string ) although the nipples on both their bare chests remained achingly hard, and each of their g-strings remained noticeably wet .

They had to give all their personal information, ( address, phone numbers etc.) Ms. Stephanie and me, making sure they were truthful on everything . Then came the barked command,

“Get those g-strings down!”

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Lady Sonia complied fairly quickly, working the tiny thong down till it lay around her ankles. Justin on the other hand was much slower. He was clearly mortified at losing this last scrap of coverage and dignity, especially before other males, but he finally pulled his g-string down, and when he did his cock sprang to life, rising before our eyes, and stretching a long string of pre-cum from it’s tip to his thigh. The registrars chuckled, and Justin colored furiously. I so much wanted to help him out by taking that slick aroused prick into my mouth right there, but there would be time for that later.

They now stood there totally nude. We make Lady Sonia keep her sex shaved, allowing her only a small strip of hair above her pubis. Justin too, is required to keep about half of his pubic hair shaven off and his balls hairless. Standing there naked I don’t think anyone could say they didn’t look great . They had to answer intimate questions about their sex life and their S&M experiences, then turn slowly around, arms up and down, legs spread, and closed so the registers could record any tattoos or piercings. Still naked they then each had to write a check ( we brought their check books ), for $100.00 as initial fee to be a new sub member of the club. Only then, were they allowed to pull their g-strings back up, and were welcomed to the club.

After registration we headed right to the bar. We don’t usually allow Justin and Lady Sonia alcohol, it could dull their desires and needs, and we want those sharp to better use them for our pleasure. On this occasion I thought we might make an exception, as the night had been fairly trying on them, and I thought we could all use a drink. They were both happy when I told them they were each allowed to have one drink, after…….. they begged on their knees of course! Most of the floor of the club unfortunately, was smooth dark concrete sticky here and there with spilled drinks and discarded chewing gum. It had to be cold against Lady Sonia and Justins bare feet, and certainly was not the best surface for kneeling. Lady Sonia obediently complied however, and knelt her nearly perfect body on the dirty floor in front of me.

“Please Mistress Cathy may I have a drink.”

“Yes you may,” I smiled.

Justin however, was a different matter, apparently he had decided his pride had, had enough.

“I’ll skip a drink, and just have water,” he sniffed, already ordering the same from the bartender.

“You’ll have nothing then,” I answered.

I canceled the water, and as Justin stood there helpless, I told the bartender no one was to serve Justin at all. Justin turned to face me, his little rebellion quite defeated.

“Well….. I’m waiting,” I demanded.

Slowly he dropped to his knees by the bar on the sticky floor. I interrupted him before he say anything.

“First pull down your g-string.”

People were noticing our ‘scene’, and we were collecting a small audience. Justin had gotten himself back in the limelight again.

“Please…,” he whispered to me from his knees pleadingly.

Ignoring his plea, I nearly shouted for everyone’s benefit,

“Would you rather I have you take it off completely, and you can stay naked the rest of the night?”

A couple of people clapped their approval of the suggestion. With trembling hands, on his knees, Justin lowered his g-string down his thighs. I was wearing my leather mini skirt, and stepped in close pressing my bare leg against his half hard cock, as he knelt.

“Now beg slave.”

I lifted his chin so everyone could see his face.

I made him ask to be allowed anything to drink 3 times, running my fingers over his lips as he did so, feeling his bare cock hardening against my leg. When I stepped away, my knee was wet from Justin’s trembling totally erect penis. Wow, now I needed a drink! Humiliating and sexually arousing someone at the same time, is such a rush! Justin red faced, had to struggle to pull his g-string up over his again iron hard erection. In the end, I only allowed them a half a drink each.

After awhile, Ms. Stephanie and I met some friends from the S&M scene, Carla and Sophie. We all moved over to a seating area where we sat on comfortable sofas, while Lady Sonia and Justin knelt on the floor, carpeted in that area by thread bare carpet. As we talked it was Lady Sonia and Justin’s job to hop up and fetch us drinks from the bar, nude except for their little g-strings of course, and then serve them to us. This meant they had to make their way through the crowd where anyone could grope them or cop a feel of their nubile bodies. This went well enough for an hour or so, then we decided it was time for something else.

There was a horizontal brass rail along one side of the bar with handcuffs dangling from it. It is called the ‘Cuffing Bar’, and Dominants, can cuff their submissives and slaves there. When Lady Sonia and Justin saw where we were heading with them, they both balked, trying to get a firm grip on the floor with their bare feet, but the 4 of us tugging, pushing, and giggling, got them into position and cuffed them to the railing. The Cuffing Bar isn’t designed just to put submissives in light bondage, it’s real purpose is to leave them helpless with their hands cuffed and attached to the bar, while they are partially ( or in Justin and Lady Sonia’s case, almost totally) undressed, at the mercy of a public crowd. Then giggling, the 4 of us, headed for the dance floor.

We took our time, and danced for about 5 songs, working off some of the alcohol before we remembered Lady Sonia and Justin, and began to make our way back to the side bar. As we approached I could see a large crowd of people gathered around the Cuffing Bar, and in the center, flashes of bare skin, Lady Sonia and Justin!

We elbowed our way through, and there was Lady Sonia, her tanned wrists still cuffed to the bar, leaning back against a man who was fondling, tweaking, and teasing her smallish but perfectly shaped and up thrust bare breasts and especially her sexy little nipples. He must have been doing it for some time, as her eyes were half closed, her chest was flushed, and her very hard nipples were fully engorged. At the same time, the mans female companion knelt in front of her, passing an ice cube over Lady Sonia’s flat quivering belly just at the top of her g-string and occasionally dipping it underneath, down over the lips of her shaved sex. Meanwhile Justin stood cuffed opposite her, while two young women licked and tweaked his hard nipples, and a man ( a man mind you, Justin must have been too far aroused to care, or was too helpless to do anything about it ) rubbed Justin’s steel hard bulging erection through his wet g-string to the giggles of the girls, and crowd.

It seeming like a good time to move in. Ms. Stephanie and I reclaimed our ‘property’, uncuffed them, and led them away to a chorus of disappointed boos from the crowd. Thinking our slaves had enough for a while, we moved to a quiet corner and let Lady Sonia and Justin sit, rest their racing bodies, and drink some water. It was now more crowded in the club. About 150 people were present, about 30 of them submissives. About a half dozen of the submissives were now as nearly nude as Justin and Lady Sonia, and another half dozen were totally nude, taking part in S&M punishment sessions on the clubs two stages.

After our rest, Ms. Stephanie and I, took Justin and Lady Sonia with leashes attached to one of the stages to watch. They seemed less self conscious and embarrassed now as they walked nude, except for g-strings, through a public crowd, pulled on a leash. It’s amazing what you can train people to get use to!

On the stage a male dominant was spanking a somewhat heavy nude female submissive tied over a horse. The blows were with a large wooden paddle with holes in it, and were hard and punishing, her ass was slowly turning from dark red to purple! Meanwhile on the same stage, a female dominant had her nude male sub locked in a iron maiden, with clamps and clothespins placed strategically around his body, and a good looking blond submissive wearing only a g-string was being tied to an X frame by her master.

As Lady Sonia and Justin stood with their backs to me watching the stage I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of their perfect bare asses in front of me. We insist Lady Sonia and Justin only tan in the nude, so they have no tan lines, lots of regular exercise keeps their asses toned and super firm, and they each have such flawless skin. As we watched the performance I stood behind and between them, stroking and cupping their sexy bare bottoms. I told them that for some infraction, they could be on the stage being punished for the crowd, and asked if they would they like that, and did it excite them. They both responded ‘no’ but I felt, and noticed how their bodies surged, and their breathing quickened at the thought. They said ‘no’, but their bodies were saying ‘yes’, ‘yes’.

We made our way back to the seating area. It was Justin and Lady Sonia’s job to get drinks again. The crowd being much bigger now, Lady Sonia was jostled on her way back from the bar spilling my drink. I told her she had just earned herself a punishment on stage. Her face blanched white and she moved to back away. I was on her in a flash, grabbing her wide pony tail of blond hair, twisting an arm behind her bare back. I conducted her that way, half bent over, to the smaller side stage, where I flung her over a horse and quickly fastened her spread ankles, and wrists down. As Justin committed the infraction of being late with Ms. Stephanie’s drink, she brought him along too.

There was no doubt, Lady Sonia looked great tied over the horse, her perfect bare ass served up, arched out as a target, her toned bare legs stretched out taut, her bare breasts and hard nipples dangling down the other side. After suggestively caressing her quivering buttocks for a few seconds, I picked up a paddle….. and went to it.

Lady Sonia took it quite well. As I neared the end of her spanking, I could hear her breath racing from the stinging pain in her ass, but that was all, she had her mouth clamped shut and had not shed a tear. I didn’t want to hurt her too much, but as this was her first public spanking, I wanted to make it memorable, I wanted to at least make her scream or cry a little. I switched paddles to the heavy long one with the holes in it, that bruised the ass of the chubby submissive purple, got a 2 handed grip on its handle, and slammed it against Lady Sonia’s already very sensitized ass. Lady Sonia’s mouth flew open in surprise, and the air rushed out of her lungs in a rush. Before she could recover, I hit her again in the same place, her bare body going rigid, and her toes actually curling from the atrocious smart, then again and again. The last time she screamed, and then broke down, crying helplessly. Having made my point, I finished up with a few more slaps on her now fiery red ass, then released her and helped her down from the stage to a smattering of applause. Justin was next. Ms. Stephanie bound him over the same horse and paddled his bare ass for anyone who cared to watch. When she was done we all headed back to the seating area.

If it was humiliating and embarrassing, for Lady Sonia and Justin to walk around nude except for little g-strings through a dressed crowd, it was clearly extra humiliating and embarrassing for them to walk around nude except for little g-strings with their bare asses glowing a hot pink, or hot red, in Lady Sonia’s case, so everyone who even glanced at them knew they had recently been spanked. Back at the seating area, we again had them kneel on the thread bare carpet. They looked so delectable kneeling up off their heels, backs straight, chins up but eyes downcast. Lady Sonia’s bare breasts, so natural and exciting looking, pert, tear drop shaped, with silky soft but hard nipples. Justin’s bare flat, well muscled but supple belly. Both their perfect asses glowing . We had them serve us drinks again, then we allowed them to sit on the sofas with us……. gingerly, in Lady Sonia’s case.

We talked with them about their feelings, and their experiences in the club so far. I asked if they were still sure that they wanted to be sexual submissives. The answers were emphatically…. ‘yes’. Ms. Stephanie complemented them on the night so far, and they replied that after tonight’s experiences they knew all about being experienced sexual submissives. I had to laugh, and tell them that they were still just novices in submission, and had hardly even begun their training. Lady Sonia especially took exception to this, saying that after tonight they knew all about submission, and that she could already perform just as well as any fully trained submissive. She became quite insistent about it, so I said,

” Fine, let’s see.”

I called over a passing dominant male club member, at least that’s what I took him to be. I ordered Lady Sonia and Justin to kneel again, and asked the passer by, if he would like to help us with a little ‘scene’.

“Sure” he replied smiling, holding his drink.

“Good, Lady Sonia kneel in front of him, Justin kneel facing his side.”

“Go on get close, real close Lady Sonia.”

Lady Sonia turned to look at me, now a little worried, but they knelt in position. Lady Sonia’s nose inches from the guys groin, Justins 6 inches from the guys flank.

“Now get your g-string down Lady Sonia, all the way down past your knees Lady Sonia, you too Justin.”

They complied, both of them blushing furiously at the total exposure.

“Now sir, if you would hand your drink to Justin….. good……. Lady Sonia undo his zipper.”

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Lady Sonia looked at me worriedly, her bottom lip trembling, but seeing my hard look, undid the mans fly.

“Now Lady Sonia your going to take his penis out, put it in your mouth, and perform oral sex on him.”

Such a shocked expression on her face!

“And if you don’t do it, and do your best job, your going to be taken on the main stage naked, tied down and spanked, with the harshest, heaviest paddles they have here, as hard as anyone can, to the tune of 200 strokes on that perfect ass of yours, and then you’ll still have to do it.”

Lady Sonia’s mouth dropped open and color drained from her face.

“And Justin while your girl friend is giving this total stranger a blow job, your going to kneel there and hold his drink for him, watching how his prick slides in and out of her mouth, to make sure she does a good job, or it’ll be you on the stage, and then you and she will still have to do it…….Any questions?”

What forlorn faces, Lady Sonia and Justin turned to me and Ms. Stephanie!

“These certainly are easy commands for well trained submissives,” I observed.

“Well! If you don’t start in 3 seconds Lady Sonia, it’ll be 200 strokes on your hot ass, plus how about, 100 on that taut belly of yours, and 100 across your breasts. Would you like to further increase your potential punishment?”

Lady Sonia’s cheeks reddened again, and trembling, she turned her face back to the guys crotch, and shakily undid his zipper releasing his cock, and commenced her task. The guys penis swelled quickly in her mouth to full erection. Ms. Stephanie and I had always judged her a fair cock sucker. I admonished her to make sure she took his cock in all the way, and was rewarded by retching sounds, and tears in her eyes as the strangers prick bumped the back of her throat.

When Justin tried to look away, Ms. Stephanie slapped Justins bare ass hard.

“Pay attention Justin. Watch closely”.

Having little choice, he did, as his face fully reddened.

“Now Lady Sonia if this master chooses to honor you by coming in your mouth, you’ll swallow every drop of his sperm. For every single drop you miss, you’ll get 10 super hard strokes of the large paddle on your tight ass.”

The slick shaft slid in and out of Lady Sonia’s mouth. Soon the guys hips begin to buck. I could tell when the first pre-cum leaked into Lady Sonia’s mouth, by the way she screwed her eyes shut and stiffened. Watching her relaxing her throat obediently, and swallowing, made me so hot. I knelt down to check the condition of our little slaves, to make sure they were also into the scene, in spite of themselves.

I reached around to Lady Sonia’s bare breasts, her nipples were rock hard. I tweaked them and was rewarded with an immediate moan and quivering from Lady Sonia. With her g-string off and her vulva trimmed so hairless I could see she was wet. What’s more being so close, I could actually smell her wetness and arousal. Going to Justin, his penis was 100% erect, straight up against his bare belly, almost reaching his navel. His nipples were rock hard too, and when I played with them he redfacedly squirmed so much, he almost spilled the drink he was holding, a drop of pre cum leaking from the tip of his penis.

By this time our ‘guest’ had his hands tangled in Lady Sonia’s hair while he really fucked her face, pulling her head to and fro, tears were flowing from her eyes as his dick continually hit the back of her throat making her cough with every thrust. He was getting quite rough.

“That’s enough,” I called, stepping in to break them apart.

Clearly the guy was disappointed when his erection slipped out of Lady Sonia’s mouth, but he took it good naturedly enough, retrieving his glass from Justin, and taking a good swig of his drink, his own hand trembling.

“Lady Sonia, wipe your eyes and nose, thank this master and kindly put his tool away.”

Naked on her knees, with her soft fingers, Lady Sonia gently put the guys stiff cock back in his pants and said ‘thank you master’ in a hoarse voice. As it was late, we left the club soon after.

Back home, the 4 of us had great sex. Me and Ms. Stephanie each came 3 times. As Justin’s and Lady Sonia’s bodies, and their sexual responses are owned by us, we did not choose to allow them to come at all that night. They remained unsatisfied, bound on our bedroom floor, aroused, hot, erect, and wet. And as I snuggled down into the big comfortable bed I shared with Ms. Stephanie, that was the last view I had of them, before drifting off to sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

I awoke the next morning feeling terribly refreshed. Ms. Stephanie had already gotten up. I peeked over the side of the bed, Lady Sonia and Justin were still bound on the floor where we’d left them, on their backs, side by side, comfortable enough, but they weren’t able to touch each other, or move any of their limbs much. They appeared to be asleep. Quietly, I slipped naked out of the big fluffy bed to the floor. First with Lady Sonia, then with Justin, using my mouth and hands, I teased their nude bodies until they were both squirming in their bonds, just as aroused as they had been last night! Then giggling happily to myself, I padded nude to the bath.

By the time I was finished with my bath, Ms. Stephanie had released Justin and Lady Sonia. As a general rule, Ms. Stephanie and I feel that our used bath water is good enough for the likes of our subbies, so after I got out, it was Justin and Lady Sonia’s turn in the now tepid water. They both fit nicely on their knees in the big sunken tub, their wrist cuffs clipped to a couple of dangling chains attached to the secure shower curtain rod. I took full liberty of their bound arms and opened knees, passing the wet slippery soap, over all their most interesting parts. I’d never seen Justin’s penis, or Lady Sonia’s nipples so hard! After their bath they had a few minutes for their personal needs, and to tidy up the bathroom.

Then nicely dried, groomed, and naked, they joined me as I lounged in a short terry robe, pulling a comb through the conditioner in my hair as I read a magazine. They were both very fawning to me, trying to be affectionate (no doubt so maybe I’d let them come), as they went about serving me coffee, manicuring my nails etc. A hard nipple brushing me there, a hand sliding along my thigh there, Justin’s tongue actually gliding on my bare leg, Lady Sonia’s warm breath on my neck. Of course I knew that they had been terribly aroused yesterday, and last night, and again this morning and not allowed to come, but that was sometimes the lot of submissives. Being sexually charged up, and unable to grant yourself relief, was part of what it was about.

At first their actions to seduce me and remain servile at the same time were amusing, but then they started to become annoying, especially as I was interested in the magazine I was reading. When Lady Sonia nipped at my earlobe with her perfect white teeth, I had enough. I threw the magazine in a rage, grabbed them each, and yanked them into what we call our playroom, and others may call our dungeon, where I fastened each over a leather horse, naked and bent double with their legs widely spread, and their wrists and ankles fastened down. After gagging them I selected a stout leather paddle and let them have it. They each got 100 whacks of the paddle on their bouncing, hot asses, as hard as I could deliver them. It was a good thing they were tied down and gagged, even though our playroom is fairly soundproof, I’m sure without the gags their screams and cries would have been heard a block away. By the time I was finished they both sagged across the horses covered with sweat, both sobbing uncontrollably around their gags. Their asses looked for all the world like 2 lurid, very ripe, red tomatoes. Ms. Stephanie stepped in on her way to work.

“Whew!……..What did they do to deserve that….” she asked, surprised at the beet red bottoms, and sagging, sweating bodies she saw before her.

“Do to deserve it….,” I replied merrily,

“Nothing really……… I just felt like it,” I grinned.

“You truly are evil,” Ms. Stephanie smiled, embracing me, our lips meeting in an open mouthed kiss, her hand sliding to my own nakedness beneath my robe, down by velvety hard belly, to find my sex between by athletic legs wet, from the fun of spanking Lady Sonia and Justin.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she said smiling, her hand gliding over my pert ass, before leaving.

Later, as I watched Lady Sonia and Justin dress for work, I noticed them wince as they pulled their clothing over their burning swollen bottoms. For the rest of the day, whenever I thought of the intimate pain my spankings would cause them, a 100 times that day, as they sat, or stood, or moved, at their conservative, straight laced jobs, a sexual tingle would shoot through me. Being a Mistress is soooo much fun!

Some may think me cruel, not so, I would say. Every sadomasochistic relationship needs a balance of sadism as well as masochism, else it would not be a sadomasochistic relationship. All dominants must be very careful to keep that balance, and not become so enamored of, and tender to our subbies, that we forget the sadistic element, and ruin the relationship for everyone. At any rate, the choice is always the subbies. Since the relationship is, at it’s base, completely consensual, the subbies can give it up at any time, simply but breaking off with the dom, if their desires are ‘truly’ not being fulfilled.

Justin and Lady Sonia of course, didn’t break off anything, and did return that evening, promptly on time, and quickly stripped down, to get into their thongs. This evening they served Ms. Stephanie and I dinner, and as they did so, naked except for their g-strings, it was obvious that their flawless asses would be bruised for some days from this mornings spankings.

During dinner we decided to take some pity on them, and give them a treat. As they were clearing dishes, I detained Lady Sonia, cupping one firm breast in my hand, while Ms. Stephanie detained Justin. As Lady Sonia stood there holding a plate I played with one hardening nipple, then both, tweaking, flicking them back and forth, teasing. She was silent and still at first, but after a while, she began squirming in place, making little whimpering noises in her throat. A small amount of grease from the plate she was holding slipped down her flat belly, (Lady Sonia by the way has great abs, flat, and muscular, rippling but supple). As a matter of fact, I had been meaning to mention to Ms. Stephanie that I thought Lady Sonia must have lost a couple of pounds recently because her belly seemed even flatter and more defined than usual of late. I leaned over and moving my tongue slowly up the velvety skin of her flat middle, licked it off. This made Lady Sonia moan, and her eyes flutter. Reaching out, I pulled her g-string down her long legs, and off, leaving her naked. Glancing over toward Ms. Stephanie I saw she was doing the same to Justin. I tilted the plate Lady Sonia held, causing more of the slippery thin gravy, to coat her from the navel down, and proceeded to thoroughly lick all that off. By the time I was done her skin from hip bone to hip bone, and navel to mid thigh shone with my saliva, and her lower belly was undulating and rippling under my tongue like a snake. Her body seemed to radiate heat, and she was moaning through pressed lips. Looking up toward her face I saw that her pupils had dilated, her nipples were very hard, and her chest near her neck, had begun to redden in a sex flush. Sitting back, and wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I cooed up at her,

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“Ok Lady Sonia…….. time to show us what a little slut you really are. We would like a little entertainment with the rest of our dinner, so you and Justin can fuck for us….. Lay on the counter, on your back, with your legs spread.”

Ms. Stephanie who had been busy with Justin while I was busy with Lady Sonia ceased in her ministrations and they both turned to look at us. Lady Sonia hesitated.

“Now… dear” I said mockingly, taking the plate from her trembling hands.

Lady Sonia walked unsteadily naked toward the counter, that separates our dinning area, from the kitchen. It’s a sturdy island type affair about waist high, bare, and unobstructed to the ceiling. Hard laminate, it would be pretty uncomfortable, but I knew this would only enhance Lady Sonia’s pleasure….. and mine and Ms. Stephanie’s as well. Lady Sonia, with her back to it, hoisted herself up and placed her bare ass on the hard surface, her legs dangling over the edge.

“I said, lay down Lady Sonia, and spread your legs.”

Lady Sonia slid her heated body, with some reluctance across the cold counter top and lay down upon it.

“Spread your legs farther.”

She moved her tanned, strong, legs farther apart.

“Wider Lady Sonia….. I mean it!”

The only way she could spread her legs wider, was to bend her knees sharply, jackknifing them, so her heels rested on the counter top corners, and her thighs, were spread to the utmost, her pussy displayed almost as much as at the gynecologist.

“Good……. now beg Justin to fuck you.”

A blush rose to Lady Sonia’s face, and she wet her lips with her tongue.

“Come on Lady Sonia….” Ms. Stephanie coaxed, her hand stroking Justin’s slick, throbbing erection, as he squirmed.

I rose from the table, picking up a handy chargeable static shocking wand (there’s lots of BDSM gadgetry laying around our house, this is one of the coolest, delivering sizzling stinging shocks of static electricity). I touched the wand to Lady Sonia’s erect nipple, and the blue sparks crackled.

“Ahhh!…” she screamed, her body jerking on the counter, at the stinging shock.

“I said beg!”

“Please, please….. fuck me Justin,” Lady Sonia responded.

“Smear your wetness over your pussy lips.”

Reaching down, Lady Sonia spread her pussy juice all over her sex. I touched the wand to Lady Sonia’s wet labia.

“EeeeeeeOwww……” she screamed, her bare body arching, then bouncing on the countertop.

“Beg better…” I smiled.

“Oh… God….Justin…. please…please… fuck me….. please fuck me.”

Satisfied, we gave Justin the go ahead, and without further delay , he slide his slick cock to the hilt in her hot vagina. It was somewhat awkward for Justin, as he had to both get his knees on the counter, and fit between her splayed feet, but they managed. Ms. Stephanie and I returned to our dinner. Enjoying the tableau of our 2 naked slaves fucking each other on the countertop 10′ away, and sipping our wine to the accompaniment of their moans and whimpers, and the rhythmic creaking of the counter as they fucked. When the creaking, and their movements became too frantic and furious, we required them to remain still, with Justin holding himself in Lady Sonia, while their bodies receded from the edge of orgasm, before ordering them to continue. When it was clear they couldn’t hold back any longer, we stopped them, and with Ms. Stephanie in charge of Justin, and me in charge of Lady Sonia, rushed them to the playroom, where we lashed each of them standing on tiptoe to the 2 round structural support pillars in the room, facing the pillars, their naked bellies pressed against them.

“Ok…. slaves” Ms. Stephanie intoned, “here’s your chance to orgasm tonight……..and your only chance…. rub those hot bodies, and throbbing sexes, against the pillar till you come…….you won’t get another chance for sometime.”

Lady Sonia lost no time in grinding her soft body against the hard steel pillar, even wrapping her strong legs around it and sliding her well oiled vulva and slick pubis up and down the 5″ diameter pole. It took her only 2 minutes to come, her marvelous ass shaking and quaking as she did.

Justin too lost no time, desperately rubbing himself against his pillar, but had more difficulty. His hard slick penis was slippery, and kept sliding round one side or the other of the rounded unyielding metal. Ms. Stephanie finally steadied him, and he worked himself for 4 minutes before he came. After their orgasms, we released them, and then naked on their knees had them clean their respective pillar with their tongues of any fluids they left behind. Then since we were in the playroom anyway, and our two cute subbies were all warmed up, naked on their knees, and me and Ms. Stephanie had yet to have our desert.

Lady Sonia sat alone in a bustling coffee shop. In front of her on the table was a thin stack of photographs. She picked them up and began flicking through them. They pleased her greatly and she grinned widely. One man appeared in all of them, he looked conservative and well-groomed, his suits always smart and respectable, but the positions he was in were far from respectable. Meeting with some very unscrupulous looking men, exchanging briefcases and brown envelopes. She knew she had him this time, she had enough here to expose his shady deals to the whole city. She almost didn’t want to make the call, she wanted to savour the moment, to relive it a thousand times. The very instant she finally took control. But time was ticking away, she picked up her cell and dialed the number.

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“Hello?” A male voice answered.

“Good afternoon Mr. Mayor Sandaval.” She greeted him.

“Lady Sonia? Is that you?”

“Indeed. I have some news. I’ve made a marvelous discovery.”

“I don’t care what you’ve got to say. It’s over. I’m sorry about what happened, but you should have kept your mouth shut!”

“Oh, is that so? Well I won’t continue to bother you but I feel obliged to inform you of one little thing.” She wanted him to believe he was in control for as long as possible. So he could dig himself a very deep hole.

“Why are we still playing this silly game? No one believes you and no one ever will. I don’t want to tarnish your reputation more than I already have but if you persist with this my patience will run out Lady Sonia!” He bellowed down the phone at her.

She laughed.

“Interesting that you mention tarnished reputations, after what I could do to yours. I have a photograph here in front of me, it was taken just two days ago at a highly exclusive private members club. It shows you meeting a certain Mr. Yamagata.”

“You’re lying.” He stated. His blood ran cold.

“That’s an awfully large brief case he’s giving you. I hope it’s not what I think it is.”

She paused for his reaction. He remained silent.

“Didn’t I read in the newspaper this morning that he’s just won a lucrative planning contract to build a new skyscraper in the city center? Well I’m sure there’s no connection.”

“What do you want?” He said through gritted teeth.

“Well, just to leave you in peace, to hang on to my battered reputation as a corrupt liar. I’ll just send these to the Police like any responsible citizen and get on with rebuilding my life. Goodbye.” She toyed with him.

“No, wait! Give me a chance. I…I can get you your old job back, you don’t have do this Lady Sonia.”

She had him right where she wanted him. She loved to hear him squirm.

“I feel I’ve outgrown my former position as your PA, but let’s discuss the situation face to face. I’ve booked a suite at the Empire Hotel, meet me there tonight at 9p.m. Come alone and don’t tell anyone where you’re going. I’m not playing games anymore.”

“How do I know I can trust you to keep those photos private?” His voice quivered.

“You don’t.” She hung up.

He arrived at the hotel with his heart fluttering nervously. However, his outward appearance was as smart as ever, his sleek black hair gelled to one side. He wore a black suit with a salmon pink shirt, diamond cufflinks, expensive shoes. He walked through the lobby as inconspicuously as possible, keeping his eyes to the floor, hoping to go unnoticed. He hadn’t said a word to the receptionist when she recognized him and told him there was a room booked for him. She handed him the key to one of the executive suites and he exited the crowded lobby at a brisk pace.

He entered the room and, not knowing what to do with himself, sat down on a sofa, fidgeting nervously. As he awaited his fate, he surveyed the room. It was huge, the biggest and most luxurious the hotel had to offer. There was a full four-poster bed, a full size bar, a massive flat screen TV that was god knows how many inches wide, there were multiple sofas in different seating areas around the room. There would be space to hold a party for 50 people and have room to spare. Without doubt the center piece was an enormous window that made up the entirety of one of the four walls, ceiling to floor. It offered a panoramic view of his city. He took a moment to look down on it. Everyone knew his name, everyone knew his face. He wasn’t ready to lose all that, he wasn’t ready to lose his power.

He waited and waited and waited. This was all part of Lady Sonia’s plan, she didn’t arrive until half past nine. By the time she entered the hotel room he’d had plenty of time to stew. She was wearing a long, white raincoat that covered her body from the knee up. Her make up was simple but striking, dark red lipstick and black eye shadow made her look cruel and sinister. Her brown hair was tied up in a tight bun. She was carrying a handbag over her left shoulder.

She stood in front of him and he looked up at her from his seated position.

“First of all, I want to to make something crystal clear. I do not have the original photos with me, just copies. The originals are with a close friend of mine, and I have given her instructions for them to be posted to the authorities unless I meet her at noon tomorrow. So don’t get any crazy ideas, ok?” She took the copies out of her handbag and dropped them, they scattered all over the floor.

“Of course not. Listen Lady Sonia, we’re here to talk about this.” His eyes darted from photo to photo, evaluating the evidence. He would go down for fraud and corruption for a long time.

“No we’re not. We’re here for you to get naked. Now.” She ordered.

“Wh…what?” He stammered.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Do it now. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” She smirked.

“I’m sorry but that night was a one-off.” He blushed.

“Do you defy me?” Her eyes narrowed, testing him.

“No, of course not. But please be reasonable.”

“I am being reasonable. Here is the deal. If you do everything I ask of you tonight, then you will wake up tomorrow in your own bed, rather than a prison cell. And only I will know about your dirty little secret, rather than the whole city. Now, take off your clothes or the deal’s off.”

He decided the deal was acceptable. One night of whatever she had planned and he got to keep his career. Reluctantly, he undressed. She admired his fine, athletic body as he folded his expensive clothes neatly on the sofa behind him. His shoulders were broad, his stomach was smooth and flat with the hint of a six-pack. His chest was hairless but there was a thin strip off hair starting at his belly button and leading south to his crotch where it merged with his thick, untrimmed bush. His penis was a modest five inches, it hung there limply.

“Good boy.” She told him patronizingly.

She took a pair of steel handcuffs from her handbag and tossed them at him.

“Secure your arms behind your back.”

He caught them and reluctantly followed her instructions. With his arms now cuffed behind him he couldn’t protect his privates, he felt vulnerable. She pulled a black leather belt from the bag and kneeled in front of him.

“Don’t move.” She commanded.

She wrapped the belt around his legs, just above his knees and buckled it tightly. Next she took a smaller belt out of the bag and strapped it around his ankles, again buckling it tightly. With his legs bound like this he could still bend his knees but he was completely unable to walk. He swayed slightly, struggling to keep his balance with his arms locked behind him. She knew that she could easily overpower him if he resisted in anyway. She no longer needed his cooperation. She was in total control.

She stepped back from the bound Mayor Sandaval and placed the handbag on a table. The next items she took out of her handbag set the tone for the evening. Firstly, a large black rubber ball gag, secondly a harness consisting of several straps and buckles, and finally to complete the set a large, realistic dildo. The realization of what was about to happen set in for the Mayor Sandaval and he shuffled in his bonds, just enough to lose balance and topple face first onto the soft carpet with a thud. She approached him with the gag in her hand.

“Fuck off! Get the fuck away from me you sick bitch!” He ranted, slithering along the floor on his belly in a pathetic attempt to evade her.

She leaned down over him, slammed the ball gag in his mouth and held it there with one hand, while the other hand fiddled with the straps behind his head. He bucked like a bronco, trying to get her off him. But his effort was in vain and she successfully secured the gag.

“HMMMPF!!!” He tried to shout at her.

“That’s enough of your potty mouth.”

She pulled him up to his knees and crouched down behind him putting him in a choke hold. With the large ball in his mouth and her forearm pressing down on his throat, his breathing quickly became short and labored.

“You can’t stop what’s going to happen tonight.” She hissed in his ear.

“You’re going to leave this hotel a very different man. A man who knows his place. Who knows that if he’s going to fuck people over again and again then eventually someone’s going to fuck him back. Tonight, I am that someone.”

She released her hold and he slumped back to the floor with a whimper. She walked around so she was facing him. He looked up at her wearily as she removed her coat and let it drop to the floor.

Underneath she was wearing a sexy black lace bra with pink trim, it barely held in her ample cleavage, her 32DD tits threatening to spill out. A matching garter belt and suspenders held up her silk stockings. But there were no panties visible and her pussy was bare, beautifully decorated with a thin strip of hair above it. She attached the dildo to the harness and stepped into it, pulling it up around her hips and drawing the straps tight. The dildo stood proudly like a real cock, bobbing with her every movement. She dipped back into her handbag and pulled out a tube of lubricant, squeezing a generous dollop onto her hand. She smiled at her captive audience as she stroked her cock. It was an intimidating dildo, realistic veins sprawled along the shaft and the end was adorned by a fat head ready to penetrate any orifice desired. It was one and a half inches thick and eight inches long. As she lubed it up it almost seemed to throb with desire, her desire to emasculate and humiliate this pathetic man in front of her. He grunted with effort as he desperately tried to break free from the belts and the handcuffs. All to no avail.

She dragged him over to the large glass window looking out onto the city, then returned to the sofa and removed three large cushions. She stacked them up in front of the window and pushed him over them. His knees remained on the floor but this upper body lay horizontally across the cushions making his ass an inviting target. She kneeled behind him, two strong hands on his hips held him firm in his position. She took time to enjoy the sight, gently massaging one of his buttocks and then slapping it hard. With his legs tied together his buttocks were also pressed together, his asshole was not immediately in sight but protected by the two firm cheeks. The stage was set and it was time for the show to begin. She squeezed some more lube from the bottle onto two fingers and plunged them into his crevice searching for the hidden treasure beneath. She found his orifice and stroked it gently, lubing it up but careful not to penetrate anymore than the outer ring. He recoiled at her intimate touch but with her other hand pushing his back down he couldn’t get up and the handcuffs still immobilized his arms.

“It’s pointless to resist. Either I rape you here and now or you go to jail and get raped there. Because that’s what will happen, you’ll be someone’s gay bitch, getting fucked all day long by a real man’s cock.” She took glee in the fact that she had captured him so effectively.

Now that he was ready for her cock she grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and pushed them to either side, separating them to reveal his lubed hole. His face flushed red with embarrassment as it was revealed. He tensed and contracted his sphincter nervously, effectively winking at her, it was about the only muscle he had any control over. But it couldn’t defend itself, the rest of his muscles were rendered useless by his bonds, with these defenses stripped away it could only accept whatever punishment Lady Sonia imposed. She moved the dildo forward slowly, pressing gently against his ass, but as the pressure increased he was gradually skewered by the dildo. His sphincter unwillingly expanded to accommodate the thick head. When it was fully inside he could contract to the slightly narrower width of the shaft. A very small mercy. She was done being gentle and she rammed her hips forward suddenly, slamming the dildo all the way into him up to its balls. He howled in pain, muffled by the gag. He tried to twist and turn, anything to rid himself of the agony. Her hands left his buttocks and settled back on his hips, steadying him. She began to move back and forth, fucking him with a smooth rhythm. She loved the sensation of her hips bucking back and forth against him, it wasn’t a feeling many women got to appreciate, the joy of fucking someone. The loud muffled howling eased and was replaced with a constant whimper. She could tell he was broken. With her cock still firmly penetrating his ass she leaned forward and unbuckled the ball gag, tossing it to the floor.

“Tell me you love my cock.” She ordered.

“No!” He screamed. Clinging on to the last of his self-respect.

“Don’t forget what is at stake. If you don’t do as I say I will release the pictures and you will have suffered all this for nothing. Now, say it!”

“I love it.” He whispered

“What do you love?” She smiled wickedly and thrust deeply to emphasize her point.

“I love your cock.”

“Of course you do. You’re just a slut now. And sluts like nothing more than taking a big, hard cock don’ they?”

“Yes.” His voice quivered as he held back tears. Tears of pain and tears of humiliation.

“You mean yes ma’am.” She corrected.

“Yes ma’am.”

“See that city out there?” She pulled his head up so he looked out the window.

He saw the sprawling skyscrapers and the network of busy highways, bright lights were visible all the way to the horizon from hotels and office blocks, shopping malls and bars, casinos and nightclubs. It was a metropolis teeming with life, people moving around like ants, unaware of what was happening miles above them.

“Whose city is it?” She asked.

“It……it’s my city.” He stammered.

“No. It used to be. But not anymore. Whose city is it now?” She quickened her pace and thrust even deeper.

“It’s your city ma’am.”

“That’s right you fucking bitch. It’s all mine now. I own this city because I own you. And I’m going to keep you in my pocket, something to get out and play with whenever I want. You said you’d get me my old job back, but I don’t need it anymore. Because I’m the new Mayor Sandaval and you’re my new slutty PA aren’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.” He squealed.

There was nothing left of the confident, cocky Mayor Sandaval that first entered the hotel. He was no longer the Mayor Sandaval, barely even a man. He was a mere object for her enjoyment. She reached around and grabbed his flaccid penis, massaging it into a full erection. It was puny in comparison to the monster between her legs. She stroked him in time with her own thrusts. Soon she could feel he was getting close to orgasm.

“Please don’t.” He begged.

But it was too late, his emasculation was complete and he came all over the cushions in thick spurts. His face burned red with shame, he felt dirty, he felt used. She stopped thrusting. Her cock was still buried halfway into him.

“I’m going to leave now, I feel like I’ve made my point. I’ll give you the key for the cuffs. I suggest you clean up this mess and make yourself presentable before you go home. You don’t want everyone else knowing what a filthy little whore you are too. These meetings are going to become regular I’m afraid. I’ll call you to arrange the next one.”

She laughed cruelly as she withdrew her cock fully. She stepped out of the strapon and left it for him to clean up. True to her word she put the handcuff key in his hand.

“Don’t drop it Mr. Mayor Sandaval. It might take a lot of wriggling to get it back.”

She smirked as she put the raincoat back on and left the room.

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Her eyes searched warily about the room. The TV glared its normal garbage. She was glad it was on mute. She saw the book laying only a foot away. She wasn’t in the mood to read a trashy romance novel. That would only make her pussy throb even harder than it already was. It was her day off of work and her Master was making sure that she was relaxing. In fact, to ensure she didn’t do anything, he had handcuffed her left wrist to the bedpost with her fur covered cuffs. He had also gotten out his two favorite vibrators. He shoved the larger one deep inside her pussy, the other one he crammed even deeper into her ass. He had not turned them on but instead left that decision up to her. She yearned to turn on the one in her aching pussy but he had placed one stipulation on her. If she turned on one of them then the other must be turned on too at the same time. The batteries were fully charged so she knew they’d last until he came home. Quickly she banished the thought from her mind. Master would inevitably find out if she turned on the one in her yearning pussy and not the one in her ass, and her body would reap the consequences. She looked at the red satin sheets on the bed. She felt her cool black silk nightgown around her. It was short, barely covering her well shaven pussy, and the neckline was cut low, revealing most of her breasts, covering only her nipples.

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It was only about noon. If she were to turn the vibrators on now, she could have both the sheets and nightgown soaked and stained by the time Master arrived home from work. She sat and stared at the ceiling turning the ideas of pain and pleasure over and over again in her head, when the sound of a door opening caught her attention. It was their front door being opened. Someone was home. She immediately delighted in the thought that Master had returned home early. Now he could alleviate her of this predicament and make a decision for her. She spread her legs farther apart and felt the already damp area between her legs get wetter. But the feeling vanished when she realized the silhouette in their bedroom doorway was not that of Master, but of another man. He was dark and mysterious. She could see the muscle in his arms. He obviously was an employee of her Master because he was wearing black dress pants a white shirt and a tie but she could see the anticipation in his body, the intensity in his dark flashing eyes. He didn’t take a second glance at the diamond-studded dog collar around her neck or her chained up wrist, but instead at the black silk clinging to her tense curvaceous body. He could tell in only a sec that she was wearing no bra or panties. He silently walked across the room to her bed, and placed a folded piece of paper in her free hand. She read the note: –

“My precious Slave Sonia,

This man is an employee of mine. I have asked him to come take care of you for a while for me. He is your new Master for now. Obey him as you would me.

Love,
Master”

Immediately pangs of fear made her body tremble. He smiled at her fear. She had never had another Master before. The sick anticipation of what was to come made her pussy drip her juices all down the insides of her milky thighs. Her nipples were hard, showing nicely through the black silk. But even though she had the note in her hand, she didn’t want to be submissive to another man. She couldn’t do it, or so she feared. “No…I can’t do this…please…” she cried, breaking the crystal silence in the room. “Hush now, be still my Slave Sonia. When I want to hear from you I’ll tell you, until then be quiet,” the man spoke to her for the first time. His voice was strong, like her Master’s, and had an authoritative quality in it. But she was too overcome with despair. “Let me go…I need my Master,” she continued to cry, ignoring his order. “I am your Master, now shut up, before I have to gag that beautiful mouth of yours shut.” He said as he grabbed her other wrist, jerking it towards the other bedpost. Quickly he chained her free wrist with the other fur cover cuff. Now she lay there, completely helpless to this man she had never even met before. She continued to cry, but he ignored her tears. He started feeling the silk that still covered some part of her body. His hands were strong and would command her body well. He picked up a pair of scissors that sat on a near table. Carefully, he cut the spaghetti straps of the sill, and carefully removed the material from her body and she watched as it fell from his hands, to the floor. She tried in vain to turn her naked, silky body from him, but felt a sharp slap on her flat stomach. “Did I tell you to move?” he questioned her. “No,” she meekly replied. Again another slap stung her, only this time closer to her aching pussy. “No what Slave Sonia? Do you want pain? Do you want me to hurt you? “ His voice got louder, and annoyed, but very confident in his power. The thought of pain sent shivers through her body. She didn’t want the pain, not from him. “No, no pain. Please don’t hurt me Master, please.” She pleaded with him. “Yes I am your Master, and you will address me as such. This time I will let it slide, but the next time you fuck it up, you will be punished.” “Yes Master,” she answered him, her voice breaking. She watched as he got up and walked around her, examining her body. He poked at her body, touching her breasts, squeezing her nipples, twisting the vibrators in her pussy and her ass. She watched him as he walked across the room, and began to cry to herself again as he pulled their black bag of toys out of the closet. She knew all the toys that were hidden there, and how much pain he could put her through. He fumbled around in the bag for a minute, and she began to cry louder when she saw him pull out a gag ball, and a piece of dark, black material for a blindfold. She didn’t want her sight to be cut off from him. As he stood back, he smacked her perfectly shaved pussy hard with his hand. “Didn’t I tell you to be still, damn it?” he questioned her as he quickly inserted the gag ball in her mouth, leaving her to make only small animal noises. Then he kissed each one of her eyes before he turned her world into complete darkness.

Her body lay tense on the bed, her muscles tight and in fear. He gently began to rub his hands on her body, relaxing her muscles. They would need to reserve their energy for later. He squeezed her breasts, taking her nipples between his thumb and index finger. He squeezed and twisted them, causing small pangs of pain to run through her helpless body. She wanted to turn away from him so badly, especially since her legs were still free, but was too afraid to move. Then his hand slid down her stomach, to the wetness between her thighs. He had nearly forgotten about the vibrators down there. “Here, let me take care of those for you,” he cooed in her ear. She could feel the smirk that had to be on his face. She felt his strong hands check to make sure that both of the vibrators were fitted snugly in her ass and in her pussy. Then he turned them on full power. She could feel a scream building inside of her quaking body, but the gag quickly diminished it so a soft moan. He played with the vibrators, moving them in and out, twisting them, watching the energy build inside of her. The one in her ass sent only immense pain through her body. It had more power than the other and it hurt so badly. So she concentrated instead on the one in her pussy, which only filled her with the desire to cum. It is so wrong she thought to herself that she was letting a complete stranger bring her to the edge of explosion. “Don’t worry Slave Sonia, you are not cumming yet.” Then he left her bed. She heard him rummaging through the bag again. She had no idea what was next. Instead, she tried to ignore the sensations running through her body, and the fact that a mere stranger was making her feel like this. When he returned, he sucked on her nipples for a minute then he attached a clamp to each of them. The sudden pressure and the edges of the clamps bit into her sensitive skin, and she gasped in pain through the gag. “Now you’re ready for your real Master,” he said to her. She listened intently as she now heard another pair of footsteps. She recognized them immediately as her Master’s. But when did he come home she wondered to herself. The immediate joy welled up inside her, and she began to ride the waves of pleasure that the vibrators created inside of her. Then he spoke to the other man. “I told you not to gag her unless she was disobedient. Did she fail to follow your instructions?” Fear welled up inside of her. She knew that she had been disobedient, but thought the gag and the blindfold was her punishment. “Yes, she was disobedient. She failed to be quiet and still as I instructed her, and I gave her more than one warning too.” The other man answered her Master. Master turned around to his Slave Sonia, lying helpless on the bed. “I want you to nod or shake you head to answer my questions, ok,” he commanded his Slave Sonia. She nodded her head yes. “Now, did my messenger and helper give you my note?” he asked. Again, she nodded her head yes. “Did he tell you to be quiet when you started to cry and whine?” he continued. She knew better than to lie, so she just nodded her head again. “Now, did you continue to whine, even after he ordered you several times to be still?” She hesitated, knowing that she was caught in her disobedience. “Answer me Slave Sonia!” Slowly, she nodded her head yes. She had failed. “You know I hate punishing you, my little one. But you push me to it. I can’t let you disobey me without punishing you. Then you will just commit the offense over and over again.” With that she felt Master unhook one of the handcuffs from one bed post and while the other man unhooked the other one. He stood her up and led her to the center of the room. She knew what was about to happen. Tears rolled down her cheek, soaking through her blindfold. Master connected the handcuffs to a hook that hung from the ceiling. “Give me your belt” Master said to his helper. The other man took off his belt and handed it to her Master. “Slave Sonia, do you know why I am using his belt, and not something else?” He asked her. She just shook her head no. “I am using this because it is him who you have disobeyed. Only I will whip you with it, but he has the freedom to play with you while I am punishing you.” She barely nodded her head in understanding. She felt the braided leather belt run up and down her back, ass, and legs. Then the hard leather left her body. She shook in fear. She heard the loud crack, and felt the stinging pain of the belt making contact with the soft skin of her ass. Again, and again, he hit her. And it was always hard, because there is no kindness in punishment. He hit her back, her ass, and the backs of her legs. The entire time the man played with her nipples, flicking the clamps, keeping the pain constantly cutting through her breasts. Tears poured from her eyes, dripped down her face, and onto her chest. She wanted to scream in pain and pleasure. She could feel Master’s helper adjust the vibrators occasionally, making sure they still fit just right. Her back seared in pain, but the pain mixed with pleasure. In fact, they were so mixed that she didn’t know where the pain ended and the pleasure began. She could barely breathe fast enough with the gag in her mouth.

Then she felt Master’s friend quickly untie the cords of the gag ball, and it pulled it out of her mouth. “Scream for me Slave Sonia. Now my helper wants to hear you.” Master said to her. She didn’t hesitate to scream. She screamed in pain, in pleasure, in the desire to cum for them.” The intensity rushing through her was increasing, and she couldn’t hold out much longer. “May I?” were the only two audible words that came out of her mouth. “Yes Slave Sonia, cum for us.” Master gave her the permission she desired. Her entire body shook as she released the tension that was inside of her and had an incredible orgasm. She could feel her own juices running down her legs, probably making a mess on the carpet. But she didn’t care. All she could do was moan and scream until the amazing emotions passed through and out of her, leaving her hanging from the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. Master unhooked her hands, and quickly removed the cuffs from her wrists. He carried her back to bed, and laid her down. He pulled the sheets up over her, allowing the coolness of the sheets soothe her burning back. He ran his hands through her hair. “I am pleased with you my little one. I expected you to do this, and you have made me very happy and proud of you today. It is proof that you will only serve your true Master.“ He kissed her on the lips. He continued to run his hands through her hair until she fell asleep. Then the two men left her to sleep and regain her strength.

Lady Sonia always knew there was something different about her, she was more dedicated to most, couldn’t stand to see those she loved to be unpleased. Many would call her a push over, when really, she just needed those around her to feel cherished and loved. Feelings she so rarely felt herself.

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Lady Sonia always knew there was something different about her, she was more dedicated to most, couldn’t stand to see those she loved to be unpleased. Many would call her a push over, when really, she just needed those around her to feel cherished and loved. Feelings she so rarely felt herself.

At 38, Lady Sonia was very attractive to most. Standing pettily at 5’ 5”, with dark auburn hair that cascaded down her narrow shoulders, well developed breast to fill a 32C, a narrow waist, full hips, and such soft creamy skin, the package was well appreciated by men. Lady Sonia unfortunately just hadn’t found that right man, most bored her. Her relationships were found unfulfilling and there was just a huge void in her life that she couldn’t figure out.

She had stumbled across some BDSM sites and soon saw so many of her own traits here. So she went to one of those online sites to talk with others like her. It was a great thing, she learned so much, and met such interesting people.

Jon had been in the lifestyle for many years. At 36, he’d been around that block and was becoming burnt out of the scene. He went to the sites out of sheer boredom and because it was something to do. He offered advice to those who asked, but nothing stood out as prospects.

One night he was talking to this girl. She seemed honestly interested and was hitting things on the nose. Coming up with answers that subs twice her age usually struggled with age. He was impressed, not that he’d ever tell her that. Thinking that her description of herself was just too good to be true, he asked for her picture. Although she seemed hesitant at first, she gave it to him. Loading the picture up on his PC he stared in disbelief. He knew first hand she was a knock out, it was his nephew’s prissy little teacher. Right then and there he started to form a plan.

Lady Sonia went to work, just another day, another dollar. It was parent teacher conferences this week and she only had a few that day. She was not looking forward to the drop dead gorgeous guardian of the school bully. There was something about him that made a girl stand up and take notice.

Time quickly went by, and next thing she new she was standing face to chest with the man.

“Good morning, Sir. Please take a seat.” The conference went like most others, but when the subject of his behavior came up, is when he seemed to come alive.

“Look, I do my job and you do yours. I don’t have trouble with his behavior at home, maybe you should come by and see for yourself,” the words took her by surprise.

Hesitantly she tried to reassess the situation. But she could see no down fall, maybe if he saw that this man and her stood together there could be some advantages, worse case scenario a bad meal.

“Fine, what time do you want me over?”

Jon couldn’t believe how well this was working out for him. The boy was out with friends for the weekend, and he knew she thought the boy would be there. Oh the lessons he could teach the teacher.

“Lets make it early, how about 5:00 tonight?”

She blinked at him, as if he suggested to fuck her on the table right now. Not a bad idea, but he had other plans.

“Fine, see you then.” She stood up and stomped away. Oh, Jon thought to himself, he’s going to have fun tonight.

Lady Sonia knocked on the door with trepidation. Her nerves were jumpy tonight and she couldn’t figure out why. It was perfectly acceptable for a teacher to have dinner with the guardian of a student to discuss school related matters, she reminded herself.

The door open and he gestured to come in. He looked down at her with unreadable eyes. She walked in to the house with fear coursing through her body.

“Please, make yourself at home, supper is almost done. If you want you can sit at the table and have a glass of wine.” With that he strode away towards watch she assumed to be the kitchen.

He was being perfectly hospitable, and yet she was scared witless, like life as she knew it was about to change. Get a grip on yourself Krissy, she abolished as she sat down at the table.

Jon didn’t go to the kitchen as she assumed. Taking one more look over the guest/playroom, making sure all was ready, he picked up the ball gag and leather cuffs. And headed back towards the dinning room knowing there’s no escape for her tonight.

He entered the doorway leading to the dinning room quietly. She was pacing the length of the room, maybe she can feel the change coming he mused.

He made his move quickly, before she even noticed his return. Rushing her, pushing her hard against the wall, she resisted, shrieking at the top of her lungs. With her wailing it was easy to slip the gag into her mouth. Then pulling her arms behind her he shoved them into the cuffs. Damn he should of just used regular cuffs, and not worry about marking her. Once arms bound behind her, he spoke softly into her ear, stroking her hair, “Easy now, easy” Although shaking, she stilled.

“Tonight, we are going to try out your fantasies.” She snapped her head around to give him a pleading look, one filled with fear, confusion, and no small amount of desire. Then she started to search the room, it took Jon a moment to realize what, or whom, she was looking for. “He’s not here, pet. He won’t be until Sunday night.” It was only Thursday and Friday was an off day. He knew he could keep her here for a while.

When she finally looked calm enough, he pulled her to her feet. Started her for the playroom. Once there he hooked her over the bed’s footboard. Quickly securing her feet to the each side of the twin bed, then freeing the soft material of her skirt from her firm, round ass. She stiffened at the sound of her skirt tearing away from her body. Once the material was gone, he started to slowly massage the firm white globes. Once she relaxed a bit again, he continued his ministering further down, through her split legs, and found her core. Her panties were soaked.

Lady Sonia couldn’t believe what was happening to her. One minute she was standing there, trying to calm down from an unknown fear, the next she was being pushed in to the wall, all the while being bound and gagged. What was worse was her reaction when he finally spoke. How in the world did he know? Is there a sign on my forehead?

Now laying her on (and that’s a very loose term of on) this bed, with his hands roaming, she could feel her wetness. She didn’t know when she started to get aroused, but she was defiantly aroused. When his fingers finally started on her slit she was lost for heaven. He was playing her like a violin and she was almost there, wanting to cum so badly, bucking and panting as much as the gag allowed, oh god, almost there…

“AUGMMMM!!!!” Fire raced through her ass, like she hadn’t felt before.

“Lady Sonia,” came his gentle voice, in such stark contrast to his actions, “You were rude to me today, therefore you must be punished.” What punished, what the hell does he mean punished and when was she rude?! “I know your hard limits, Lady Sonia girl, no blood, no permanent marks, no extreme play…” he went on listing them. Oh God how did he know these? She never discussed them with anyone.. “so I will respected them, have no worry, but your ass is going to hurt, you can yell if you want,” like she could get anything through the gag, “but you must learn that stomping is unacceptable. Do you understand?” She nodded dumbly, what was going on here.

He started to lay them on, slow, strong, and varied. She stayed quiet for first five, but the belt soon brought life to her voice. Her white ass was an angry red, tears and drool were streaming down her little face, her nose running, by twenty he had to have her.

Laying down the belt stepping up to his ass, he started to massage the abused skin. Pulling down the thin material that did little to protect her skin, he felt once more to her dripping cunt. Playing with her clit until she started to respond, then dipping a finger in to her hole, she stiffened.

Jon couldn’t understand why until his finger went farther, shit she was a virgin. Before the questions could surface, he pulled out his fingers and continued on her clit. She wouldn’t be inexperienced for long. Once she was bucking his hand again, he dipped his head to her ass and started kissing it, while taking his fingers away from her cunt.

Kissing slowly around, he soon found himself buried deep in her. She tasted so sweet and musky. He instantly fell in love with the taste of her. He felt her coming close to orgasm once more and eased off, and began rubbing her ass once more. When she began to calm down, he started to lick at her hole, dipping his tongue deep within, using his fingers to tease the opening, he slowly worked his tongue back to the pearl once more and soon had her wild once more. Inserting one finger once again, she continued to ride his face, slowly he added one more, She was withering on his face, he leaned his head back slightly, “Cum to me Kiss girl, Cum now.” He felt her body pulse around his fingers, he felt her tremble as the wave over took her. Soon she was slack on the bed.

Lady Sonia was in heaven, she was in hell. What was happening to her? Why was she acting this way? Isn’t this what she always wanted? Coming down from the greatest orgasm of her life, Lady Sonia was confused to say the least. She lay there, spent. Thinking it was done.

Then she felt something at her entrance, it was too big to be his fingers…Oh no. Shaking her head violently, she tried to protest. No, this isn’t right. She was fighting in earnest when the pain came, it wasn’t like she always thought, it hurt, but nothing like the beating she just had. Now she had a very full feeling, the pain receding, and a thought hit her. She wanted this. No, she needed this, for this to be this way. Shame washed through her. What kind of person was she if she needed to be rapped?

As he started to pull out she thought it was over, but then he plunged in again, it hurt again, but not badly. A few more strokes and she was beginning to enjoy it. By the end she was even meeting him stroke for stroke. Then he suddenly stopped.

What did she do wrong? She lie there for a moment, catching her breath trying to figure out why he stopped. When he finally pulled out of her, the realization came, men spilled their seed, he put his in her womb. Oh.

Jon looked down at his cock, blood and seamen mixture coating it. Looking at Lady Sonia and trying to read her. She had such a bewildered gaze on her. What was she thinking, well, at least she wasn’t mad. He made up his mind.

“Krissy, I’m going to take out the gag, when its out, no screaming ok” when she nodded he continued, “Now you must clean the mess you mad, I want you to clean my cock with your mouth, do you understand” Her eyes widened, and she looked like she was going to be sick, “Or I could give your ass another round” Jon warned. She quickly nodded her head.

Undoing the wide straps of the gag, Jon soon had her on his cock. She looked at it wide eyed, but it wasn’t discuss she had on her face, it was bewilderment, and then it hit him, she was a virgin, didn’t see the now softening cock before he fucked her. “Come on girl, there will be plenty of time to touch and get to know it.” With that she quickly started her cleaning job. By the time she was done he was hard again. Slipping it out of her mouth, he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Good Girl”

“Thank you, Sir.” She answered in a hoarse whisper.

Lady Sonia sat there, on the floor, by his feet, feeling…well she really didn’t know what she was feeling. There was disgust at what she’d just done, there was pride in his reaction to it, there was desire to learn more about what was happening, and affection for this man that stood in front of her. How can one have affection for your rapist? She struggled to understand all the emotions playing through her.

When he started to walk away, she started to panic, was he leaving her like this? The same doubts that had assaulted her for years came crashing around her. He was going to just use and abuse her, then leave her. Just as the panic began to crescendo he walked back in the room carrying a glass of water, and a pasta dish.

“Are you thirsty?” when she nodded, he tipped the glass to her lips. Drinking deeply, quenching a thirst she didn’t know she had to only realize, she felt utterly safe with this man. Why? When she was done drinking, he kissed her forehead and held her. “Are you hunger, pet?” he asked after a moment. Again, unable to find her voice, she nodded. She began to turn around so he could undo her arms, but he stopped her.

“No pet, not yet. I will feed you, then there are questions that need to be answered.”

Jon sat there watching Lady Sonia eat. Doubt started to assail him. He hadn’t known she was a virgin, wasn’t sure if he’d done the right thing. Hell, he hadn’t had a virgin since he was one himself. She didn’t look angry or hysterical, but she was awful quiet. Once she was done, it was time to answer some questions.

“Lady Sonia, why at 24, are you a virgin? I know it isn’t from any lack of willing guys, I’m sure.” He added dryly.

It took her a moment to answer. He noticed her face went to a very nice hue of red. “I’m assuming you know of my interests.” After a quick nod and a little bit rolled eyes she continued feeling a little foolish, “I’m not a slut, I always have believed to wait until it feels right, not necessarily marriage, but something that held interest. Boys then men that I came to know…just didn’t interest me in that way.” She took a breath and then continued, “but that’s only part of it,” her color kicked up a few notches, “I think another part was…that you see I…” fighting shame that was building up inside her, she looked down, “I think I’ve always been waiting for this,” the words were so soft he almost didn’t hear them.

Jon looked at her, eyes down cast, humiliation stained cheeks, arms bound behind her, she was such a lovely sight.

“Ok, I think I understand what you’re saying. Have you ever done anything like this, or related? Nonsexual obviously. What have you discovered that you want to try or learn more about/”

Still whispering she asks, “How do you know this, me? How do you know I’ve been researching?”

Not surprised by the questions…honestly who would be…he answered in a slow voice void of emotion, “That is something we’ll discuss at a later date. For now, you are mine. You please me, you make me happy, so far you’ve done well, pet. Don’t disappoint me.”

“I haven’t researched the activities as much as the relationships, as for the activities, I wish only to please you.”

No one was more surprised by her words than Lady Sonia herself. What surprised her most was how much she meant them.

Lady Sonia was beyond confused. How in the world could she have revealed this much of herself to a practical stranger? What would he do next? Would she disappoint him? There was little straight in her mind except one thing; she really didn’t want to disappoint him. Maybe this is what she’d been looking for all these years?

“Turn around.” His soft but stern voice broke her revelry. She struggled to complete his command, her arms beyond aching were beginning to numb, and legs were cramping from kneeling for so long. After a few struggling moments she completed the task. “Good girl.” His voice laced with pleasure that made her brighten.

He began to remove the cuffs, then gently pulled her to her feet. “Stretch, get the circulation going again, then stand, feet shoulder width apart, hands locked behind your head, shoulders back, on that rug right there,” pointing to the rug that dominated the floor. After instructions given, he walked out of the room.

While rolling her shoulders, and stretching out Lady Sonia came to the hundredth realization of the evening, she wasn’t fearful, she was excited. As she stood there on his rug, feeling his drying cum run down her abused thighs, her heart pounding, her soft pink nipples fully erect, and she was practically panting, she was certain she had never been this aroused before in her life.

Thoughts filled her head of what might come next. What would he do to her? What would he expect her to do to him? Would she be able to please him? She knew she’d have to, the same way she knew there will never be another opportunity like this.

Now she was having trouble standing still, she needed something to rub her pussy, she needed to cum, she wished he’d come back now. No matter her needs, she knew she had to stand there, so she went off in her mind, feeling what it’d be like with his fingers where she needed them the most. Putting his cock back in her abused cunt and fucking her hard, with pure raw lust, hearing in her mind her screams of pain and carnal desire.

Jon walked back to the kitchen putting the dishes in the sink. Knowing this next phase would either make or break her. Stalling for time, he walked around the house, going through the scene in his head. He was impressed with her willingness, and was surprised by her complete lack of resistance.

Jon was going through these thoughts when he heard sounds that shouldn’t becoming from his guest room. He stealthy walked to the door, fully expecting to see her hands between those firm legs, or rubbing that dripping cunt on something…what he saw astounded him.

There stood his would be slave, in full position that he instructed, his cum dripping down her legs, reminisce of her spanking peaking around her thighs, eyes closed, looking about to cum.

Well, he couldn’t allow that could he?

He walked quietly, although he was sure a bulldozer couldn’t have disturbed her, standing behind her, he raised his hand…

SSLLAAAPPP smartly across her already tortured ass.

“Ahhhgggrrm,” she moaned and opened her eyes. She was such a cute little treasure, he could read her like a book. The fear, humiliation, desire, and pain all flitting across her face.

“Now little pet,” he began in the steely soft voice of his, “what were you day dreaming about? I have to commend you on keeping position, but that will not save you from punishment.” Looking directly into her eyes he asked, “Did I tell you to make yourself cum?”

That cute little face paled slightly, as she shook her head. “Sir” she started in a whisper.

“If you wish to speak to me, do so with pride. Speak up. Or are you ashamed of me?” he taunted.

“No Sir…” then cleared her throat and began again, “Sir, I didn’t cum.”

Oh this was fun, Jon thought but said, “But you would have, wouldn’t you of? Which, I must congratulate you of…even if I have to punish you…I’ve never seen a woman who could cum without so much as touching herself. Now answer me, girl, what were you dreaming of, to make you want to cum so bad and defy me?”

Oh hell, Lady Sonia thought. How was she supposed to answer this one? With the truth she knew…but it was just so embarrassing. She took a comforting breath and then another.

“Sir, I was thinking about you, about what you might want to…to do to me.” Hoping futilely that would be enough. She knew it wasn’t, but a girl could hope right?

“What would that be Lady Sonia?”

Gulping for air that seemed to have disserted the room, she closed her eyes.

“No, pet, look at me when you speak to me, and remember, loud and clear.”

Damn. “I was imagining…that your hands were on my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples…your fingers running up and down my sides…pulling my hair…fucking me…making me hurt some…but it felt so good to…you were biting me…then restraining my arms again…but above me…taking a…ummm…well I don’t know what it’s called. A whippy thing with lots of whips on it.”

Walking over to the armoire he pulled out a “whippy thing,” it was beautiful, soft black leather, with throngs about 18” long, the handle braided together to make a strong grip. A magnificent piece.

“Lady Sonia, this is a flogger. Here, hold it.”

She did, marveling at the weight, and the feel. Thinking of what it would feel for him to use it on her. Hoping he wouldn’t, praying he would.

“Lady Sonia, do you want to feel this on your skin, the bite of it on those delectable breasts, the burn of it on your flat tummy? Do you want this?”

Lady Sonia stared at him. How could he make her choose to give herself pain? That, well that’s…so wrong, she thought. Did she want to go on knowing she wanted different things, but not taking the chances to find out what those things were? Would it hurt? Then her mind was made up, she had to find out.

“Sir, I would very much like for you to flog me, however, may I have a safe word or action?”

“Of course sweet girl,” he kissed her forehead, “it shall be elephant.” With that he kissed her for the first time on the lips. It wasn’t brutal like she’d expected, but gentle, coaxing, and promising. She felt her arms start to drop and caught them before they fully left her head, but he saw it. The gleam that came in his eyes could scare the devil out of hell. Well, as they say, if you’re going through hell, keep on going.

Jon stepped back for a minute. Playing the scene out in his mind, he finalized his plans. He wouldn’t go overly rough on her, but enough to give her a good taste.

“Lay on the bed and remove the shirt and bra. Make sure your ass is down and those tits are up.” Lining his aim up mentally, he decided to start near the navel with the softer blows. Slowly working his way up, varying his technique as he went. He began slow and steady and strong. Stroke after stroke, listening to her moans become cries, easing up a bit when he was hitting her breasts, only to lay them harder again. There was no patterned as he worked her body over and slowly worked his way back down again. When the tears stopped, so did he. She never used her safe word.

Laying the flogger next to her, he scooped her up in his arms and held her as she worked her way through the pain. He began kissing her tenderly, she responded immediately.

Lying down on that bed had been the scariest moment of her life. Trusting him to not kill her and not hurt her. It didn’t hurt badly at all, it was the fear that made her cry out. It wasn’t a massage by any means, and eventually she felt the arousal, but her fear was what made it almost impossible. The fear of what could be. So when the pain came, she was lost to it.

Now, here in his arms, she could think of no other place she would want to be. Kissing him was intoxicating. When his hands lifted her ass, the pain of before mixed in with the pain of now was exhilarating.

“Fuck me, please Jon,” she began to pant and plead. When his response came, she didn’t hear the words but for the meaning, yes.

“I’ll only fuck you my way, lil one. Do you want me to take you my way?” He knew she was too lost to comprehend, and it was probably a little evil to do this to her, but he’d have done it eventually. Maybe passion lost, it’ll be easier on her.

So when he moved her back over the bed, face down, ass up, he began massaging her still colorful bum. Then reached through her parted legs and began teasing her slit. As her panting grew louder, he dipped his head back down for another taste of heaven. He felt her close, her body started to tremble with it, so he stopped. While she lay there whimpering and trying to cope with the lost of his magical fingers and tongue, he picked up the tube of lube.

He applied a generously to himself and started molesting her clit once more. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked her wickedly. She never even heard the words. As she was about to topple, he added lube to her brown hole, and when she couldn’t get any higher he whispered, “cum Lady Sonia girl,” and plunged into her virgin ass.

Even Lady Sonia couldn’t tell if her screams were from ecstasy or pain. What she did know was she kept flying, and when she reached earth once more, she was meeting his thrusts with wild abandon, and soon was soaring once more, this time taking him with her.

When he rolled off of her, she felt the loss of him. When he pulled her into his embrace, she realized how safe she felt with him. How amazingly it seemed that he knew her better than she knew herself. It was then that she decided she didn’t care what miracle brought him to her, she was glad it did.

Aaron Proudo looked nervously around at the departure lounge. Of course he really knew that the armed police, in their flack jackets, carrying their disturbing array of weaponry, were only there to provide security, but he couldn’t help feeling that they were also keeping a close eye on him, personally.

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In Aaron’s mind the question was which of the forces of law and order would be first through the door of the departure lounge ready to snatch away his ticket and boarding card before he could get to his flight. There was the bank’s inspection department, their auditors, the financial services regulator, the head of consumer finance watch, and of course the police themselves. And that didn’t include the irate parents of his recently pregnant P.A. Lately things just seemed to have piled up and now he was just glad to be getting out. Some bankers might be getting bailed out but it certainly didn’t seem to extend to him.

“Air Kush is pleased to announce the departure of flight 009 to Liga, Stangosho, Tashpent and Kolon. Passengers should please board now through gate 17.”

Aaron felt relieved by the announcement. He picked up the small bag that carried the few things that would sustain him on board and scurried towards the gate. It had been awfully good of Uncle Freddie to arrange this for him, he thought, and at such short notice. He’d certainly needed the chance of a new job somewhere far away from where he had been working. Somewhere far removed from structured funding arrangements linked to the American sub-prime market, the fall out from his deal with Lehman Brothers, from his negotiations with a certain savings bank in the North East of England or indeed the exit strategy for his finances that he had arranged with Landsbanki, Glitnir, and Kaupthing in Iceland.

With his current set of problems, the Kushtian capital of Kolin had sounded attractive at the instant that Freddie had mentioned it; if only because he’d never heard of it before and he could readily imagine that none of the people who were hoping to find him would have heard of it either. At the very least it would allow him to keep his head down for a few months. That way he could wait until the more acrimonious scalp hunting had finished and then he could work out what his options were.

The boarding gate was curiously quiet. Looking around, as far as Aaron could tell, he was the only passenger. Airline staff walking back along the pier to the terminal building looked at him with what seemed to Aaron like a mixture of astonishment and sympathy. Aaron got his first inkling of why when the stewardess came forward to open the gate. He wasn’t sure what sort of ‘plane the flight was using but with her bulk he hoped it was a large one. He’d been used to the idea of wide bodied aircraft, he was surprised to see it applied to cabin crew too. She peered at him through thick lensed, heavy black framed spectacles and beckoned him forward. Aaron looked around to make sure it was him she wanted but to his disappointment there was no one else.

As he handed the woman his boarding card, his eyes were drawn to the thick dark moustache that adorned her top lip. She misinterpreted his startled curiosity for some form of flirtatious interest and handed him his boarding card back with a disturbing smile. As Aaron got back to his seat he noticed her adjusting her dark brown uniform jacket in some sort of vain attempt to pretend that it had anything to do with the figure of the woman underneath it. When she straightened her jacket, her body appeared to move off in another direction entirely. As far as Aaron could tell the uniform had been created by dyeing a khaki Soviet army jacket with cold tea and replacing the badges with the insignia of Air Kushtia. You could still see darker patches where the military badges that had been there before had stopped the fabric from fading.

When the fight attendant pulled back the curtain that closed off the boarding ramp he was only too pleased to slide past her and on towards the plane.

As he walked down the ramp he peered out of the window into the gathering gloom of the evening. The aircraft that was waiting for him was no sleek jet but one of the largest propeller driven aircraft that Aaron had ever seen. With its thin fuselage, steeply swept back wings and four large engines each carrying two sets of propellers, the thing looked more like a bomber from the cold war than any sort of airliner that Aaron had travelled on. He would have to ask his uncle about it, Aaron thought, Freddie knew a lot about aircraft. He emerged from the ramp close to tail of the aircraft. Its fin and rudder stretched up high above him. Aaron could see the insignia of Air Kushtia on the fin; it appeared to have been painted over a Soviet red star. Maybe his theories about cold war bombers weren’t so far off the mark.

The bulky, moustachioed, flight attendant was waiting at the head of the stairway as he climbed up to the rear passenger door. Aaron was a bit puzzled as to how she might have got there given that she hadn’t passed him on the ramp but he managed to squeeze by her. As he did so he realised that it was not, after all, the same woman as had checked his ticket at the gate. He was depressed by the idea that, in Kushtia, maybe all women looked like this.

He stepped into the cabin and looked around, wondering at how an interior designer could find a use for so many shades of brown. He found his seat and stowed his flight bag in the overhead locker.

The engines coughed into life. He was evidently going to be alone for the first leg of the flight at least. He heard the flight attendant slam the rear door of the aircraft and then, obviously not happy that it had shut properly, slam it again. He was beginning to wonder if Freddie had done him such a favour after all.

The aircraft seemed to lope across the tarmac towards the runway before lurching upward with a whine of engines and staggering into the air. Aaron thought the best thing to do would be to get some sleep.

“Aaron George Arthur Proudo,” the judge was saying. “You have been responsible for defrauding your employer and the customers of your bank. You have caused distress and hardship. You have been found guilty of fraud and it is the sentence of this court that you will be taken from here to a place of confinement and then to a place of execution where you shall be hanged by the neck until you are dead in twenty minutes.”

“In twenty minutes,” thought Proudo, “what sort of sentence was that? Where’s the time for appeals? That can’t be right.”

“In twenty minutes. Sir, we will be landing in Riga in twenty minutes. Please you must fasten your belt seat.”

Aaron looked up with relief, waking up with a jump to find the flight attendant tugging at his arm. He nodded to show understanding, fiddled with the controls of his seat to slide it upright and strapped himself in, ready for what he feared would be a bumpy landing.

At Riga the flight was joined by more passengers, a small group of men in dark suits, dark shirts, dark ties and dark glasses that sat together and spoke not a word for the entire 4 hours of the next leg of the fight to Strigino. They left the fight there and Aaron had the opportunity to stretch his legs while the plane refuelled.

The flight took off again heading to Tashkent. An hour out from Strigino, one of the engines coughed and failed, its propellers shuddering to a halt. Proudo waved the stewardess over to show her but she seemed neither surprised nor even very interested. At least that was reassuring, thought Proudo. Certainly it didn’t seem to interfere with the aircraft continuing its flight.

At Tashkent there was much shouting and excitement on the tarmac beneath his window as mechanics debated what if anything could or should be done about the faulty engine. A ladder was brought. Anch argument ensued. There was much banging and thumping from the engine nacelle as shouts of encouragement were offered from the ground. Proudo dozed off again, not anxious to witness exactly how they managed to get the plane airborne again.

By the time he woke again the plane was well into the final leg of the flight. Keen for a drink he decided to risk the attentions of the hirsute cabin staff and reached up for the stewardess call button. It came away as he tugged at it.

Aaron, embarrassed, was trying to push it back into place when he realised that a stewardess was beside his seat. “What can I do to help, Sir?” a soft voice asked.

Aaron turned to see a vision of loveliness staring down at him. The flight attendant was evidently no relative of the one that had crewed on the earlier parts of the flight. This girl was, Aaron judged, barely twenty. She had almond shaped, dark brown eyes and a dark complexion. Her face was modestly veiled but her belly was naked, a jewel sparkling in her navel. Her uniform looked more like something that belonged in a middle eastern harem. Aaron thought it a great improvement over the one earlier that had appeared to have been acquired from a T34 tank regiment. She reached across him to push the call button back into the panel. Her breasts were only inches from his face.

“Ah, a, ah, err yes, ah, a scotch please,” Aaron stuttered.

“Of course.” The girl disappeared and returned moments later pushing a trolley with a tray carrying three bottles of different malts, a small ice bucket, a small jug of water and a cut glass tumbler. She knelt in the aisle beside his seat holding the tray towards him. “Which would you like sir?” she said.

Aaron happy at the improvement in cabin service grinned. “The Laphroaig,” he said, “please.”

The girl smiled again, poured a stiff measure of the drink, offered him ice and water both of which he refused and then handed him the glass before kneeling again beside him to ask if there was anything else he needed.

It was only later, when Aaron had learned much more of the compliant and obliging nature of Kushtian women, that he realised that he had missed an opportunity. As it was he settled for a bag of nuts.

The arrival formalities in Kolin seemed no more or less tedious than at any airport. That was one of the sad things about the development of air travel, Aaron thought. After leaving Heathrow he felt there was nothing to choose between a run down, fly-blown, derelict airport with third world catering and the capital of Kushtia. Aaron allowed himself a grin. Freddie would be furious if he heard him say that. One thing about his uncle – Freddie could be fiercely patriotic.

He emerged from the baggage claim, surprised that his bag seemed to have had no worse a flight than he had, and headed for customs. As Freddie had suggested, the informal entry visa of a $10 bill left carelessly in his passport speeded his admission to the People’s Democratic Republic of Kushtia.

In the arrivals hall, a short dark man was waiting carrying a cardboard sign with the words “Henly Cregg” scrawled on it. Aaron thought that was close enough and presented himself to the man. He pointed to the exit and headed off towards it, barely giving Aaron enough time to collect his bags and stagger after him. Aaron found him outside sitting in a battered Zil limousine. He tossed his bag into the back and climbed in alongside the driver. As the car pulled away, Aaron grasped at once the reason why so many Russian leaders used to be seen scowling so frequently.

It was dark. The complete lack of street lighting meant that Aaron’s first impressions of Kushtia would be delayed until the morning. It was probably just as well. The airport road ran into town past a series of factories, cement plants, steel works and chemical refineries. It wasn’t the most attractive of routes.

When Freddie had set things up he’d asked Aaron if he’d prefer the Kolin Holiday Inn or the Kolin Centrallum Hotel. Aaron had opted for the latter, not wanting to check into yet another impersonal international chain hotel. As Aaron climbed out of the Zil in front of the hotel he now realised why Freddie had said, “Well, if you’re sure….”

The hotel front was in complete darkness apart from a feeble bulb glowing over the front door. Aaron pushed his way inside, dragging his bag behind him.

The lobby of the hotel was, however, much more welcoming than its exterior. There was light, there were comfortable looking chairs, there was a bar and, most intriguing of all, there was a woman naked apart from a veil that covered the lower half of her face, dancing on a table for the amusement of the guests. Aaron though that Kushtia or at least the hotel had something going for it after all.

A loud cough from behind him drew his attention away from the spectacle in the bar. His driver was waiting. Evidently the opportunity to leer at naked flesh wasn’t sufficient recompense for his trip. Aaron nodded towards the naked woman, “Not your sort of thing?”

“Ah, maybe. Without the veil, that would be something. With it – well you westerners may find it a novelty, perhaps.” He shrugged. Aaron found him another $10 bill. The man flashed Aaron a toothy grin and left.

By the time that Aaron had registered and been given his room key the almost naked woman had, to his disappointment, gone. In spite of the absence of entertainment Aaron made his way back to the bar. He ordered a beer. The barman insisted that he could only serve alcohol to foreign nationals and was then disappointed when Aaron showed him his passport, the extra tips for this illegal service obviously making up part of what he considered his rightful payment entitlement. Aaron sat down. There had been a message waiting for him at the check in desk. He opened the envelop to read it.

“Good greeting and most welcome to Kolin,” it said in neat handwriting on headed notepaper that proclaimed itself as coming from the People’s Bank of Kushtia. “It is my great pleasure that a brother son of the most excellent Freddie should be here in our country. My many distraughts that I can be not wit you tonight but will join in the morning feed time. Your most extraordinary correspondent. Karen Kourtney. General Manager and Chief Cashier”

He re-read it and felt he had managed to take from it all the meaning that might be held within. Aaron sank another beer and then a third before retiring to bed in anticipation of his meeting the following morning.

Karen Kourtney arrived the following morning in time to interrupt Aaron’s breakfast as he sat alone in the hotel restaurant. Aaron saw him arrive at the doorway. He wasn’t sure that the man would actually get through it. Kourtney was man with a bushy white beard and a substantial girth. If his complexion had been lighter he might have made some store an ideal festive Santa Claus. “What delights, Mr Proudo, what delights,” he boomed as he stepped across to Aaron’s table.

Proudo got to his feet. “Mr Kourtney,” he said, “good morning. It’s very good to see you.”

“Indeed. Indeed. And for me it is very good to see you. The bank needs your expertise. I understand from Mr Freddie Proudo that you have held a very responsible position in your British banking system. It is most good of you to bring those skills to Kushtia.”

Aaron was quite happy to accept Mr Kourtney’s plaudits even though he wasn’t sure that his career in banking to date warranted them. It sounded as though Freddie had done a more than effective job in selling his capabilities to the Kushtians. He went on with his breakfast. Karen Kourtney was offered coffee by Aaron’s waiter and gladly took a cup.

“So. We have for you a nice office. We are very advanced here, with computers and everything. You will see. Just like your old lady of needle threading street.” Aaron looked puzzled until he realised that Karen was talking about the Bank of England. He wasn’t sure that he believed Karen any more than he did his uncle. Karen Kourtney finished his coffee. “We go to the bank now. You find we work for mornings just. From 10 o’clock to one o’clock. That is enough for work. Then after for pleasure and rest. Better that way than work all times. So we go to the bank now.”

Aaron nodded. He could see that the hardest part of the job was likely to be understanding just what his boss was talking about, but then, he thought, that’s hardly the first time.

The head office of the People’s Bank of Kushtia turned out to be a short stroll across the square from the hotel. Karen Kourtney was bulky but surprisingly agile as he bobbed through the crowds, avoiding the clouds of diesel fumes belching from the buses that seemed to take little notice of pedestrians whether they were in the road or on the pavement. Aaron followed him, narrowly avoiding being run down on several occasions.

A doorman waved them into the bank with an expansive gesture and a deep bow to Kourtney. Inside, the banking hall was suitably impressive with heavy wooden counters, brass rails and grills for the staff; deep leather chairs and polished tables for the customers. Karen Kourtney swept through the hall, staff bowing as he passed them, Aaron hurrying along behind him. Kourtney led the way into an enormous office with a desk the size of a billiards table. “Head of Business Banking and Credit Services” it said on the door. Aaron wondered what the owner of the office was like; it looked like this was going to be his new boss.

“Take a seat,” said Kourtney, gesturing to the chair behind the desk. “You should get used to your new office.” Aaron was beginning to worry that Freddie might have oversold his capabilities. “I will have your chief clerk acquaint you with the bank’s procedures. He will be able to take care of most things for you. Trust your staff, Mr Aaron, they are capable men. Now you will need a secretary.”

“I suppose so,” Aaron was still somewhat bemused by the turn of events that had him disappearing from one bank pursued by the authorities on one day and marching into this enormous office on the next. He wished he knew a bit more about Kushtia than he did. All he had to go on was that it was along way from London, Freddie’s assurance that “they’re a reasonable bunch of chaps” and the fact that Freddie had done business with them for a while

“Do you have a preference?”

Aaron thought for a moment. If he had been honest he’d have expressed a wish for someone more like the stewardess on the Tashkent-Kolin leg of his flight out than the one that had welcomed him on board at London but he felt that would probably be seen as politically incorrect. “I’m sure that any of the bank’s secretaries will be well able to fulfil the role, Mr Kourtney,” he said to Karen. “I will be advised by you.”

Karen looked puzzled for a moment but then said, “Well, I shall send you one. I hope you find her suitable.”

There was a knock on his office door and, once Aaron had realised that whoever was outside was waiting to be invited in, a young woman entered. Karen Kourtney had been as good as his word and based on his first sight of her Aaron thought she would be very suitable indeed.

She was, he supposed, about twenty one or twenty two years old and wore a curious combination of western and what he assumed was traditional Kushtian dress. On her head she wore a pill box hat from which draped a scarf that hung across the lower half of her face veiling all of her features apart from a pair of sparkling, dark brown eyes fringed with long lashes. If her headwear was traditional, Kushtian and modest, the rest of her outfit was anything but. She wore a white blouse that fitted tightly across her breasts and her skirt while straight and tailored was slit so that with each step Aaron was afforded an excellent view of her legs. He waved her into the office. To his delight Aaron realised that the girl was wearing stockings and, from the way she strode across the room, her skirt dividing at each step, she didn’t mind that he knew it.

“Mr Kourtney said I should see to anything at all that you needed,” she said. Aaron thought her tone distinctly flirtatious. She was carrying a set of files. As she leant forward to place the files on his desk, Aaron had an excellent view of her cleavage. He felt it hadn’t been accidental.

“Well, Miss ..” he began.

“Anchari Astana,” the woman said. “I am called Anchari. But my friends call me Anch, please.”

“Well Anch,” Aaron went on. “I hope you will be able to help me. This is all very new to me.”

“I’m sure I can help,” she sat herself on the desk beside him, crossing her nylon sheathed legs. “Mr Kourtney was very keen for me to do all I can. Oh, excuse me.” Aaron realised that the top button of her blouse had given up the unequal battle to keep her blouse closed and had become unfastened. Anch refastened it without embarrassment and then turned her attention back to Aaron. “So what should I do first of all?”

“Well, why don’t you take off that veil,” Aaron said, “I’m sure you don’t need it in here.”

Anch leapt to her feet, startling Aaron and shouting. “What do you take me for? Mr Kourtney said I should be nice to you but you treat me like some common huna! I am no huna!” She stormed out of the room, practically knocking over Karen Kourtney as she pushed passed him in the doorway.

Aaron was on his feet calling her to come back but she ignored him. Karen Kourtney looked at Aaron. “What ever has upset Miss Astana? She is one of our most experienced staff. She seemed very distressed.”

“I don’t understand,” Aaron said. “She seemed – well – very friendly.”

Kourtney smiled. “Kushtian girls are all very friendly,” he said, “you will have no difficulty finding companionship for your relaxations in the afternoons. Miss Astana would be very suitable. Yes?”

“Well I hadn’t thought of that but yes.” Aaron was surprised by Kourtney’s casual suggestion that his secretary would be happy to provide sexual favours. “But I have obviously upset her.”

“I am surprised, good friend. Of course the appetites of the Proudos are legendary but even so I cannot imagine what you could have said that would have scandalised Miss Astana so.”

“But I made no improper suggestion, I simply suggested that she take off her veil and ….”

“Ah!” Kourtney threw up his hands. “Ah! I understanding. Such a thing is not nice here in Kushtia. For a girl to show her face before her marriage. No! Only the poorest of women in Kushtia would dream of going without a veil. You will find that Kushtian girls are most accommodating in every other respect but they would find such a thing deeply insulting.”

“She said I was treating her like a common – what was the word – huna?”

“Oh yes. A girl dog.”

“Bitch?”

“Yes, bitch. It is an insult to call a woman so in English? Even though you love your dogs?”

“Yes. Look can I apologise to her?”

“No. No. That is not the way.” Karen’s face had a look of astonished disbelief. “No man can apologise to a Kushtian girl. That would bring great loss of face. Please let me explain to her your misunderstanding. She may forgive you. I will do what I can. This is what friends are for. Leave this to your friend. See.” Karen excused himself and left the office.

A few minutes later the girl reappeared, knocking politely at the door to the office. Aaron beckoned her in. Before he could say anything she spoke. “Mr Kourtney has explained that you do not know our ways and traditions. I should have explained how things are here. Please forgive me.” She lowered her eyes to the floor.

Aaron was grateful for the opportunity to repair things. “That is quite all right,” he said. “I have much to learn. I am sure you will be able to help me.”

“So, you would like me to stay?”

“Yes, yes indeed.”

“Oh, thank you. Thank you,” Anch said. “I was afraid that you did not like me and that your words were intended to make me go.”

“Not in the least. Now perhaps you could explain these files. I suppose that I should try to understand them.”

“First some coffee though? You would like?”

“I would like very much. Thank you, Anch. What is ‘thank you’ in Kushtian?”

“Thaknarish.”

“Thaknarish,” Aaron imitated.

“Very good,” Anch clapped her hands delightedly. “I will get coffee.”

She returned moments later with a large brass jug and two tiny porcelain cups and poured them each some of the thick, black liquid. Aaron took a sip. The coffee was warm rather than hot and extremely sweet and strong. “Thaknarish,” said Aaron, raising his cup to Anch.

She lifted hers in response, “You say ‘cheers’ in English?”

“That’s right. You speak very good English.”

“Thank you,” said Anch. “We learn at school. It is a difficult language. Much harder than Kushtian. So many words.”

Aaron was enjoying the discussion. Anch was an attractive girl. Even if her face was veiled, the rest of her physical attributes more than made up for that. His eyes were drawn to the swell of her breasts and then, as he looked up, he saw that she had noticed his stare and her eyes told him that she was smiling behind her veil. “Ah, err, yes,” Aaron stuttered.

“Do not be embarrassed Mr Proudo,” Anch said. “All Kushtian men admire the woman. They all like the breasts. Do you think mine are nice? Sometimes I think they are too small. Perhaps one day I will go to America or London and get new, big breasts.”

“They are lovely, Anch. I don’t think they need to be any bigger.”

“I’m not sure,” she started to unbutton her blouse, obviously anxious for some further reassurance.

Aaron was more concerned not to get thrown out of his job on his first morning and was anxious to encourage her to put them away without offending her again. “Err, your medallion,” he said pointing to the disk that hung from a cord around her neck. “That’s very attractive. Is that gold?”

His question distracted Anch from inspecting her breasts although she did nothing to fasten her blouse. She lifted up the bright disk and nodded. “Yes,” she said. “It is my properta. All Kushtian women wear them. I am lucky to have this in gold.”

“Properta? Like the English word ‘property’?”

“Yes that is right. It shows the household that I belong to. Luckily my household is wealthy so my properta is made of gold. With the properta anyone can tell from which household a woman is belonging to. The household is very important in Kushtia. It is the centre of our lives. To wear the properta of a wealthy household is to have high status. I am very lucky. Now please come and tell me what you think of my breasts.”

“Ah, well, surely not here in the office.”

“Of course. This is why we have cubicon.”

“Cubicon?”

Anch gestured to a curtain against one wall. She took Aaron by the hand and led him towards it. Pulling back the curtain, she revealed a small recess with a couch littered with large cushions. “Here,” she said leading him to the couch and encouraging him to lie down. “Cubicon is very important for senior managers. Too much stress is very bad for you. Here you can have your stress relieved. Part of my job is to ensure that your stress is least. I feel you are tense and need to have less stress.” Aaron gulped. He had to admit feeling stressed but he wasn’t prepared to tell Ann that she was the cause rather than the cure. “All Kushtian men like breasts. Are English men the same?” she said, kneeling astride him, pulling off her blouse and reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra. Her full, dark breasts spilled forward towards him.

“Ah,” said Aaron appreciatively. “Yes, ah, yes, English men do like breasts, generally. And these are very nice indeed, err, very nice.”

“But they should be bigger? Yes?”

“No, not at all Anch,” Aaron was thinking that if these were any bigger he would be in serious danger if one or other of them hit him. “I don’t think they need to be any bigger. No, not at all.”

“You English men are so polite. It is very nice. I shall play your piscalo.”

“Piscalo?”

“Oh, in Kushtian, it is a musical instrument. Like a – what? – flute. But it also means…” She pointed down to his crotch and in response to his “Oh!” dived for the zip of his trousers and, pushing her veil aside, quickly had her tongue around his prick. Aaron decided that he was in no position to argue with Kushtian traditions and leant back to enjoy it.

Anch didn’t pause when Karen Kourtney put his head around the cubicon curtain. “Ah! Good! You are falling into our ways. That is excellent. Miss Astana is very capable as a secretary is she not?”

“Indeed. Ah!” Aaron gasped in between Anch’s enthusiastic sucking and licking. He found it difficult to hold up his part of the conversation while his other end was being kept up so effectively by his secretary.

“Well. Shortly in my office please join me. No needing to hurry. Just when Miss Astana has finished her present tasks.”

Aaron nodded and Kourtney left. Anch continued. She was apparently undisturbed by Karen’s arrival but skilfully and swiftly brought Aaron to orgasm, licking him clean of his jism with enthusiasm. She reached down beside the couch and pulled out a small silken cloth with which she wiped and dried Aaron’s member. The gentle touch of the cloth, so carefully used, seemed to encourage Aaron’s prick back into life. “There,” she said. “Now you will feel much more relaxed. Ready for your meeting with Mr Karen.”

Aaron had to admit that he was feeling significantly improved by his encounter with Anch. He got up from the couch, zipped his fly and headed off towards the office of Karen Kourtney.

Karen Kourtney’s office was even larger than Aaron’s. It was hardly surprising, Aaron thought, but it did mean you ought to be able to get a taxi from the door to the desk. As he arrived, Kourtney emerged from what Aaron took to be his own cubicon, followed a moment later by a leggy dark haired women in her late thirties, Aaron guessed. She gathered her wrap around dress about her with a flourish that left Aaron uncertain what if anything he had seen of her body and left the pair of them to their discussions.

At Karen’s suggestion,. Aaron took a seat. “I have small project for you,” he said. “No doubt simple after your many triumphs for Bank of England” Aaron thought for a moment – he didn’t remember claiming that but maybe Freddie had polished Aaron’s CV a little. “One of our best customers has a chance for new business making. An opportunity but – as is always – it needs funding.”

“I guess that’s good news for us,” said Aaron.

“Indeed, indeed. With no need for money where would a bank be? But, of course, not all opportunities are as splendid as they seem. Some have greater risk than others, some require more security than others, some will generate a greater return than others. I would like you to talk to our customer, assess the opportunity, advise me on the risk, determine what interest you think we should charge.”

“Fine. I can do that.” Aaron wasn’t at all sure that he was qualified. Back in London whenever anyone wanted a loan they just fired up the computer and filled in the forms and the system said yes or no. Nevertheless, Aaron thought, how hard could it be? It was probably some farmer looking for a loan to build a barn or something.

“You need to talk to Kushnati Samantha, he is one of our Council Elders. He is not too able to speak English but his wife is American. He has asked for her to deal with this. It is unusual but I suppose we must move with the times in some things.”

Aaron didn’t see what was so odd about Samantha’s wife discussing a bank loan but he let Karen continue.

“Miss Astana will provide you with the files. She will arrange a car for you. Mr Samantha and his wife will be able to see you tomorrow morning. I am sure you will be able to assess their application. Of course as a Council Member Mr Samantha has a preferred status with the Bank, he will be very happy to meet with you.”

Aaron wasn’t entirely happy. He felt he might be getting out of his depth in political waters. It sounded like his boss didn’t want to hear that this loan wasn’t a good idea and that, if it did go bad, he’d be the one carrying the can for the bank. Oh well, no change there.

Back in his office, Anch was already waiting for him with the Samantha file. “I have asked for your car to collect you from the hotel in the morning,” she said. “It is one o’clock now so you will go back there, I think. For me it is time to go back to my household too.”

Aaron was disappointed, he’d been looking forward to spending some more time with Anch but there would be plenty of other opportunities he thought. “That’s all right, Anch,” he said. “I’ll see you when I get back from talking to Mr Samantha and his wife.”

“His wife? On bank matters? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mr Kourtney said that she was to be involved in the discussions. Why? Is that odd?”

“Very, Mr Aaron, very,” An responded. “In Kushtia a woman is not able to have a bank account. Such things can only be had by a man.”

“But how do you manage? What do you do with your wages? Surely they don’t pay you in cash.”

“No, of course. But I don’t receive wages. The earnings from my work here go to my household. They provide my food and lodging and my clothes and for my care. That is what the properta means, I contribute to my household and they take care of me.”

“I see,” said Aaron, not really seeing at all. It sounded very odd.

“Now, I must go, if that is all right, Sir. I have to be back at my household for two o’clock. There are domestic duties to take care of.”

“Yes. Yes. Of course. Well, you must tell me more of your household, Anch. I would be interested to learn more about your life.”

Anch nodded her head and walked across to her desk gathering up a few things for her handbag. She took a magazine from her desk and was about to put it into her bag when she said, “Here is another good Kushtian word for you.” She held out the magazine and pointed to the title. “Yassi!” it said.

“Yassi?” Aaron responded, taking the magazine.

“Yes, good,” said Anch. “It means ‘Hello’ or ‘Greetings’.”

Aaron nodded and looked again at the magazine’s cover. “Victoria Beckham is as much a celebrity here then?” he said pointing to the cover.

“Oh no. That is not Mr Beckham’s wife. She does look very like her though, I agree. Also called Victoria. That is the chief wife of the son of our Kaitlin, our president. She is an English girl.”

“The chief wife? I suppose his others are called Gerri, Emma and Melanie.”

“So you know them? It was very odd, first for a son to marry five wives at once and then for them all to be foreign. He was a big fan of the Spice Girls they say. His wives are all very like them.”

Aaron thought the whole thing very odd. “Well, I guess the cult of celebrity extends everywhere these days,” he said. “Well she certainly looks like Posh Spice, or at least the way she looked when last I saw a picture of her. What do people in Kushtia think?”

“She is very scandalous!”

“I see. Because her face is not covered?”

“No, silly. She is a wife, once you are a wife your husband may be happy to display you, if he allows. No, there are rumours about her and other men and that her husband encourages her behaviour. But she has nice breasts, doesn’t she? Should I have my breasts made like those, do you think?”

“Anch, I think your breasts are just fine.”

“Only fine?” In spite of her veil Aaron could sense the sulky pout. “But I must go.” She pulled a heavy shawl around her shoulders and then, finally took out a pair of heavy brass bracelets and fastened them on to her wrists. As she stood up to leave Aaron saw that the bracelets were linked by a short length of heavy brass chain.

“What are those?” Aaron said.

“These?” said Anch turning towards him. “These are manuses.”

“But they’re like handcuffs. Do you walk home wearing those in the street?”

“Yes, of course. Many Kushtian girls wear them. These are very grand. You see how the cuffs are broad and the chain is quite short. That is very much the way they are being worn this year. My household was very good to buy me such fashionable ones. My friend Harana is very jealous. Her’s are not so wide. She tried to hide them under her shawala when she saw mine.” Anch laughed. “I will see you tomorrow Mr Aaron,” she said and left him bewildered.

Aaron shut up the things in his office and made his way back to the hotel along the empty streets of Kolin. The hotel lobby was deserted he grabbed his key from the rack behind the reception desk and made his way upstairs to his room.

He flicked on the TV. Three channels of TV Kushtia all showed a blank screen with words that said the same thing. “Back at 20:00” he looked at his watch. It was 20:15. There wasn’t anything else. He looked out across the square. It was empty. There didn’t seem much else to do except to sit down and go through the Samantha file. Oh, and maybe introduce himself to the contents of the mini-bar.

By the time it came to think about dinner he’d formed a good view of the nature of Mr. Samantha’s finances. The mini bar had been a disappointment. In a country where you had to show your passport to get hold of alcohol it shouldn’t have surprised him that the small fridge contained only fruit juice. He was glad to toss the file aside and go in search of food and a drink to go with it.

Aaron’s car bounced its way across the potholes on the road leading out of Kolin. They crossed the bridge across the almost dry river bed of the Kolin River and headed out through scrubby rocky countryside.

The car stopped outside a large, low, seemingly derelict building. A honk of the car’s horn brought someone to the tall door that filled a high archway halfway along the front wall. Aaron peered out of the car. This didn’t look very impressive for someone that was supposedly a Kushtian Council Elder. He climbed out and headed to the door.

As he entered, his opinion changed. The doorway gave onto a courtyard that, in contrast to the barren land outside, was filled with luxuriant foliage. Water played from fountains in the corners of the courtyard. Two veiled women sat chatting on a bench to one side; two others were carrying large baskets of fruit across the courtyard. Aaron’s bemusement at the extraordinary difference between the courtyard inside and the countryside outside the walls of the building was interrupted by the muscular young Kushtian man that had opened the door. “For Mr Samantha? From the bank?” he said.

Aaron nodded and the young man led the way further into the building. The verdant greens of the courtyard gave way to opulent gold silk and purple velvet wall hangings and finely knotted silk carpets inside. Aaron was astonished by the sheer luxury of the surroundings. His mouth was still hanging open when he was shown into a large room furnished in even greater splendour. At one end of the room an old wizened man sat in a wheel chair, gazing vacantly across the room. To the side, on two large padded leather couches, two women reclined, talking to one another in animated fashion. Aaron recognised one of them immediately as the woman he had seen earlier on the cover of Yassi! Magazine. The other, much younger, he took to be Samantha’s wife. She got up and approached him, her long skirt brushing across the floor.

Aaron offered his hand. “Aaron Proudo,” he said. “from the People’s Bank.”

Samantha’s wife and the woman from Yassi! exchanged puzzled glances but then waved him towards their couch. “Hi,” the woman said in a sharp Brooklyn accent, “I’m Abby – wife of Kushnati Samantha. My friend here is the wife of the eldest son of the Kaitlin. He calls her Victoria.”

“I can see why,” Aaron said, conscious that she was watching him closely. “I understand that your husband wishes to discuss some financial matters.” Aaron looked across to where Kushnati Samantha was sitting in his wheelchair. He didn’t look as if he was up to discussing anything much.

“Of course,” said Abby. “I will bring him over. I shall need to translate for you.” She walked across to where Kushnati sat, unlocked the brake on his chair and wheeled him back to where Aaron was sitting. He stood up and offered his hand. Kushnati Samantha continued to stare straight ahead giving no sign that he had any awareness of Aaron’s presence. “I will explain things,” said Abby. “but first, tell me, Proudo isn’t a very common English name is it? Do you know a Freddie Proudo? A dark haired man with a wiry moustache.”

“Well yes. It’s not a common name. Freddie Proudo is my uncle. That sounds exactly like him. How do you know him?”

“Ah – both Victoria and I had some involvement with one of his companies before we came to Kushtia.”

“I’ll mention it when I talk to him next,” said Aaron sociably.

“Oh, I shouldn’t think he’d remember us,” Victoria said acidly.

Aaron blinked, puzzled by her response. He knew Freddie had some dealings with the Kushtian’s but why these two women should have been involved he couldn’t imagine. Abby interrupted. “Can we get on?” Aaron nodded. “OK, here’s the pitch. Mr Samantha here has very good contacts with the elders of the tribes in the northern hills. For many years they chose their wives from Russian stock. Recently they have found it difficult to find wives. Through my father in the Trade Ministry I have found how I can solve that. What is need is funding to allow us to satisfy that need; finance for the initial expenses until we can recoup them from our fees.”

Aaron was bemused. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m not sure if I’ve got this straight. These elders will pay you to find them wives? Oh, I’m sorry I should be talking to your husband, shouldn’t I?”

“Of course,” said Abby, “everyone knows that a Kushtian woman cannot borrow money.” Even so Kushnati Samantha showed little sign of understanding what was going on. “But yes, you’re right. They’ll pay a premium because of my husband. He is well respected. They will feel his choice guarantees a good wife.”

“A premium brand?”

“Precisely.”

“So you’d be running a sort of marriage brokers.”

“Sort of.”

“And is it easy to persuade Russian girls that there is a good life to be had in Kushtia?”

“Easy enough. But that will be what we’re doing.” She pointed to herself and Victoria. Aaron wasn’t at all sure how Kushnati could contribute anything to the business. He was lolling limply in his chair, dribbling from one corner of his mouth.

Aaron quizzed Abby on the funding required. She made a pretence of consulting her apparently unhearing husband on several occasions but gave Aaron all the data he needed. The costs appeared to have been well thought out with substantial sums allocated to the recruitment of potential brides. The girls were very confident of the level of fees that the business could charge. They explained how they needed cash to support it although there was sufficient collateral with Kushnati’s assets.

Well, it was hardly the Dragon’s Den, thought Aaron, but, apart from the fact that Kushnati Samantha looked to be pretty much a sleeping partner in the enterprise, there seemed to be no reason why the bank shouldn’t advance the money. “If you can have your husband sign the necessary documents, I am sure that the bank will support this,” Aaron said.

Victoria raised an eyebrow at Abby but she simply said, “Leave the forms with me, I’ll get him to sign them when he’s feeling better. Won’t you darling?” This time at least Kushnati managed a flick of an eyelid, though whether of agreement or not Aaron could hardly say.

Aaron got up to leave. Abby rang a bell and a muscular man appeared. He gave Abby a lascivious leer. “Our overseer will take you back to your car,” Abby said. The man looked disappointed but turned to Aaron to indicate the way he should go.

As Aaron began to walk towards the door, the overseer stepped between Abby and her husband and, ignoring the old man in the wheel chair, gripped Abby in a tight embrace, locking his mouth onto hers and pawing at her breasts.

Victoria looked on with an air of amused tolerance. “He’s too eager,” she said. “Abby, you really should tell him to control himself.”

Abby disentangled herself from the overseer’s grasp and shooed him away. With a disappointed air he gestured for Aaron to follow him towards the door. Aaron felt grateful to get back to his car.

In the office, Anch was in shocked disbelief. “You actually met Victoria? The wife of the Kaitlin’s eldest son?” Aaron had hardly got through the door, Anch hadn’t even removed her manuses but she was anxious to hear the slightest bit of gossip and was bombarding him with questions. “There are really shocking rumours about her now. Some say that she has men that she treats as her doenyes – her servants. That she has made her own properta for them to wear in secret. That she makes them wear manuses for her or even the chanoosh! Can you imagine a man doing such a thing?”

Aaron didn’t know what to say. Victoria had just seemed like one of many pushy women entrepreneurs he had come across. He wouldn’t have been surprised by anything that she got up to in the bedroom if she felt it would help whatever scheme she was involved it.

Anch was still chattering on. “Is she as beautiful as she looks in the magazine? What was she wearing? Are her breasts really like they look in the photographs?”

“You shouldn’t worry about your breasts so much,” Aaron chided, enjoying the fact that Anch was wearing an exceptionally tight sweater that provided him with all the information he needed to reassure her.

“We shall have to go in the cubicon later,” she flirted, “so you can be sure.”

“Well, Miss Astana” Aaron responded playfully. “I am most anxious to be certain. We shall most definitely find some time to review the matter. For now though I would like some coffee.”

Anch nodded her head and got up to go in search of the brass pot and tiny cups. They had only time for a single cup before Karen Kourtney summoned Aaron to his office.

“So, Mr English Banker, your assessment of this project, please. Should we advance money?” Karen was in expansive mood.

Aaron was keen to tread carefully. “Well, Mr Kourtney, the business proposal seems sound and the sums involved are not large. Of course the credentials of Mr Samantha are beyond reproach and in any case there is sufficient security.”

“I am hearing an unspoken ‘But’ in your assessment, I fear.”

“It is only my concern regarding his wife, Mr Kourtney. It seemed to me that this was more her scheme than his, if you understand me.”

“Indeed I do, Indeed I do. Many of those who take westerners as wives or concubines discover that their women find it hard to give up their traditions of independence. Fortunately we need not worry. In Kushtian law no woman can make a contract. So the husband is always responsible for the actions of his wife.”

“But in this case – with Mr Samantha so unwell – I suspect he is much less able than his wife pretends.”

“You are right to be concerned. I think we should proceed as you suggest but we should also protect our interests. I think you should keep a close eye on this business enterprise. It would be most unfortunate if anything were to embarrass a council member or, worse still, the Kaitlin.”

“Oh good,” thought Aaron. “No pressure.” What he said was, “Absolutely, Mr Kourtney, you can rely on me. I will arrange review meetings with Mr Samantha’s wife, so that she can keep me up to date with progress.”

“Very good. I will inform Mr Samantha that the bank will approve the loan.”

When Aaron returned to his office, Anch was waiting for him. “Your ten o’clock appointment is here, Mr Aaron,” she said. “Mrs Hallanan wishes to discuss with you a loan application.”

“Anch, I’m puzzled,” Aaron replied “I did not think that the bank could lend to a woman. This is not more of the Samantha business is it?”

“No, not at all. The loan is for her husband but she has come here to plead his case.”

Aaron was beginning to wonder if any Kushtian man handled his own financial affairs. “Well,” he said, “I suppose that I had better see her.”

Aaron’s reluctance was immediately overcome by the appearance of the woman. Although veiled, of course, she was dressed for the rest in the most elegant of western fashions, with a conspicuous display of expensive finery. Aaron wondered how much of a loan her husband was looking for. It had to be substantial, otherwise he could just pawn his wife’s designer clothes. ”

The woman spoke out in a stream of a guttural dialect of Kushtian. Aaron had to apologise. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I don’t understand. Do you speak English?”

His question brought forth a similarly unintelligible response. Aaron called Anch across. “This is no good,” he said, “you’ll have to translate for us.”

Anch looked slightly embarrassed. “She says she has been sent by her husband to do anything that you need in order that the loan is approved.”

“Well,” said Aaron, misunderstanding comprehensively, “I’d better look at the file, make sure that all the forms are here and so on.”

Anch blushed. “No, Mr Aaron,” she said.” She says she must go to the cubicon with you for discussions. Her husband insists. This is how things are done.”

Aaron looked at the dark almond eyes of the woman as she stared intently at him over her veil. He took in the way that her well cut suit fitted what was evidently a trim figure and how the shortness of her skirt showed off the shapeliest of thighs. It would, he decided, be rude to refuse to discuss matters further and gestured to the cubicon. The woman took him by the hand and led him to the curtained couch.

Almost as soon as he had spread himself out on the couch the woman was kneeling beside him, gabbling away. “Anch,” Aaron called, “You must come and translate. And bring your pad, there may be things we need to keep a note of.”

Anch looked embarrassed but joined Aaron behind the cubicon’s curtain as the woman started to fumble with Aaron’s fly zip. She chattered on, apparently unconcerned by the presence of Anch who was translating as best she could to keep up with the woman’s constant stream of talk. “The loan details should be all that the bank requires,” Anch translated, “”There is quite sufficient security to meet the bank’s requirements and there should be every reason to grant the loan. Of course it is recognised that first families get priority in these matters but surely the bank recognises the importance of the stimulus to the economy… “ by this stage the woman had pushed Aaron’s trousers and underpants down and had knelt astride him, pushing her skirt, with some difficulty, up over her hips.

Aaron, somewhat nonplussed by the turn of events still managed to turn to Anch and ask “What is this about first families?”

Anch explained the way in which Kushtian society was divided into two well defined ranks. There was the upper rank that made up the Council and the Kushtian elite with people like Kushnati Samantha.Then there was the next rank, people like Anch’s own family. The policy of the bank was very clear. There needed to be a much more convincing case made for loans to those of the lower rank. “And,” said Anch, “that is why Mrs Hallanan is here to plead her case…”

Mrs Hallanan had by now taken Aaron’s cock between her hands and was drawing her long scarlet finger nails up it in a way that Aaron found both arousing and disconcerting. A short statement was translated by Anch, “Mr Banker, I am sure that you will see the benefits of advancing to my husband his requested sum he has asked me to make sure there is no amusement in your desires that is left unsatisfied, Perhaps I could. .. Oh!” Anch stopped evidently embarrassed by Mrs Hallanan’s offer. Mrs Hallanan however continued her monologue, ignoring the fact that the translation had ceased, and instead, taking her cue from the Aaron’s steadily increasing tumescence. Then, without further remark and with seemingly practised ease, she pulled aside the crotch of her knickers and slid her cunt down over Aaron’s erect prick.

“Ah, haha, ahhh, Mrs Hallanan,” Aaron tried to remain calm as the woman sat perched astride his member, “I will – - ahhh – of course – mmm – give appropriate consideration to your husband’s request. But the bank’s conditions on security are quite stringent. I need to know – ahh – against what we would be advancing the loa – oh -oh – n.” Anch still evidently embarrassed by having to stand by while Mrs Hallanan sought to ply her influence, translated Aaron’s words. Mrs Hallanan nodded and muttered some more remarks leaving Anch looking scandalised as she scribbled in her notebook and Aaron abandoned himself to the attentions of Mrs Hallanan’s virtuoso flexing of her vaginal muscles.

Mrs Hallanan stopped, evidently waiting for Anch to complete her translation. Anch evidently distressed stuttered a few words for Aaron. “She will give you her daughter … as security… to hold in the bank’s employ or in your own household as a doenya or if you so please a concubine. She has learned well from her mother and has all the energy of an eighteen year old girl.”

It was hard to tell who was the more horrified, Aaron for whom such a thing was barely believable, or Anch who had never even imagined that such a thing could be considered by a parent. Aaron, in spite of Mrs Hallaman’s attentions, was the first to recover. “Please,” he said to Anch, “tell Mrs Hallanan that I will give her request due consideration and that she has been eloquent indeed in putting forward her case.” Aaron gasped again as another flexing of the woman’s muscles gripped at his engorged prick. He was almost kicking himself as he spoke his next words. “But Mrs Hallanan must go now.” I have another appointment. Perhaps we can discuss this again when I have taken some time to examine her husband’s application further.” Anch translated. Mrs Hallanan looked disappointed but then disentangled herself from Aaron, stood up from the couch, smoothed down her skirt, adjusted her veil and muttered some more words of Kushtian before bowing towards Aaron and respectfully backing out of the cubicon. Aaron felt relieved as the woman left; frustrated, certainly, but relieved.

Anch felt able to vent her anger. “How could she do that? Offer her own daughter! For a mother to do such a thing! It is the thing a man may do; often such arrangements are made by a father to make a good alliance or to help further his daughter in society. But a mother? Never! Unthinkable!”

“I’m sure she didn’t really mean that, Anch,” Aaron replied, trying to calm Anch.

“What do you know?” Anch responded angrily. “You know what she said last of all? ‘I will come back when you have had the chance to examine the application’….”

“That’s not unreasonable, Anch,” Aaron interrupted.

“I didn’t finish the translation,” Anch said, still outraged. “…’I will come back,’ she said, ‘and I bring my daughter too so you can be sure of the good will we extend to the bank.’ Of course she meant it!”

Aaron was nonplussed. He tried to comfort Anch, telling her that he thought the woman’s behaviour was, indeed, outrageous. There could be no question, he said, of his decision being influenced by such a thing. And besides, the woman’s promiscuous behaviour compared badly with the open hearted and delightful way that she, Anch, had always treated him.

Anch looked more cheerful immediately. “That is a nice thing to say, Mr Aaron. For that I give you a treat right now in the cubicon. You need to relax after that unpleasant woman….” Anch began to peel off her sweater, revealing her ample breasts.

Aaron lay back on the couch resignedly. Oh well, he thought, when in Rome… And besides, the woman hadn’t been that unpleasant.

Natalya Uranova sat quietly in a small room at the one hotel in Pestrovya waiting to be called. She was looking forward to the interview. Everything she had heard about the job made her think that it would offer her the chance she longed for to leave this provincial town for a more exciting life.

It wasn’t clear what the job was really about; she was hoping to find out more at the interview. All she knew was that it would involve travel. As far as Natalya was concerned that was what she was really interested in. When she was shown into the interview room the exotic appearance of the women interviewing her was enough to make her think, “Yes!” straight away.

The two women introduced themselves. “Victoria,” the small dark girl said, offered a gloved hand to Natalya. She was dressed entirely in black, wearing the tightest of high necked tops and leggings. The severe, sleek look was only relieved by a silver neck band from which hung a large jet plaque set in a silver surround. If her appearance was daunting, her demeanour was welcoming. “Take a seat,” she said. “Please don’t be nervous.”

“I’m Abby,” the other woman said as Natalya sat down. Even from those two words she was obviously American, but although her accent said USA, her clothes were those of a high ranking Kushtian woman. Her outfit was as loud and colourful as the other woman’s was sober, a brightly striped wrap over a deep turquoise coloured robe. Natalya felt very drab in comparison. Her pale green blouse and the straight, dark green, skirt had seemed like sensible dress for an interview but now she was not so sure.

Natalya smiled in response. It was even exciting to be talking in English. She had studied it at school, of course, and there was always plenty of American television to practice her understanding but she hardly ever had the chance to speak it. “Thank you,” she said.

The interview got under way. Natalaya was pleased with how it seemed to be going. Abby asked most of the questions. “How did you enjoy your studies? What were your favourite subjects? What do you enjoy in your free time? How does your boyfriend feel about you taking a year away from here?”

The last one was the easiest to answer. Her boyfriend had been pretty cross when she’d told him she was thinking of doing this. He seemed to think she was there just for his amusement. Well, Natalya had told him she wasn’t going to build her life around him. Natalya hadn’t minded. It wasn’t as though it was any sort of life-time commitment.

Abby nodded with an understanding smile. Both she and Victoria seemed to be happy with Natalaya’s replies, she thought. Victoria nodded to Abby and Abby asked if Natalaya would like some tea.

Natalya nodded. “Yes, please,” she said. Victoria disappeared for a few moments and returned with a glass of pungent black tea. It was stronger than Natalya liked as a rule but she didn’t complain, sipping it happily as the questions continued.

Suddenly she felt a little odd. She reached forward and put the glass of tea down, worried about spilling it on the carpet. As she sat back she felt even more peculiar; as though her arms had become like logs; as though every joint had become frozen. She tried to speak but even her mouth would not do as she wished. Victoria was the one now smiling as she stepped forward. “Good,” she said, “that’s the last one.”

“No!” Natalaya was thinking. “You don’t understand, I can’t move. Please help me.”

Victoria stepped forward towards her. Far from coming to her aid, Victoria reached for Natalya’s blouse, unfastening the buttons and pulling it open to expose her. “There,” she said, “I told you this one would be all right.”

“What does she mean?” Natalya was thinking. “All right for what? And why can’t I move?”

Natalya was helpless to resist as Victoria and Abby went to work on her. First they laid her on the floor and then began fitting straps around her arms and legs, fastening them so tightly that even if Natalya had been able to overcome her paralysis she would still not have been able to move. With the straps in place Abby disappeared for a moment and then returned with a small trolley. Together she and Victoria lifted Natalya onto the trolley and wheeled her out into an adjacent room. Four large cases, each of them black with chrome plated strapping and corner reinforcements stood along the far side of the room. Another case stood open in the middle of the room. Inside Natalya could see heavy padding and more straps. Victoria pushed the trolley across to it and together she and Abby began fitting the unresisting Natalya into the case.

Abby and Victoria went to work with the straps, fixing Natalya in a sitting position within the padded case. It was as they fastened the last of the straps that Natalya began to feel some feeling returning to her muscles.

“Uh oh,” said Abby, “she’s coming out of it more quickly than the others. Let me have the mouangf.”

Natalya didn’t recognise the Kushtian word but she knew what it was as soon as Victoria responded, passing Abby a leather plug gag. Abby pulled Natalaya’s mouth open and pushed the plug of the gag in. The plug held her teeth apart and filled her mouth. As Abby fastened the strap around her head, Natalaya felt the muffling effect as the heavily padded face piece pressed down over her mouth. The slight groan she managed as the effects of the paralysis subsided died in her throat. Abby smiled, evidently pleased at the effect of the moaungf. Natalya, feeling movement returning to her arms, tried to struggle against the straps but to no effect. Abby smiled again and fitted two more straps, one around Natalya’s forehead and one more over the moaungf locking Natalya’s head solidly in place. As Abby began to close the case, shutting her into inky blackness, Natalaya caught sight of the other cases again. She wasn’t alone, she thought. There must be four other girls like her in those other cases. What on earth was happening to them all?

She had no chance to do any more than think. As the case closed all light was extinguished and she felt the padding of the lid press all around her. Only immediately in front of her face was there any gap between her and the padding of the case. At least I can breath, she thought. There was a clunking noise; locks fastening on the case, Natalya guessed. Then there was nothing. No sound. Nothing. Just the blackness of the inside of the case and nothing.

Natalya had no idea how long the nothing went on for. She tried to push against the straps a few times but with no result. In time she resigned herself to whatever was to happen.

Then there was noise and movement. Words barked in Kushtian heard faintly through the padding of the case. Scraping sounds. And then the sensation of the case she was in being moved, lifted she thought; onto some trolley she guessed. Then she was taken on to a truck, if the next few hours of throbbing vehicle vibration and sound were any guide. What ever was happening to Natalaya, she knew that she wasn’t staying in the hotel and that she was leaving Pestrovya behind.

Chapter 8 : Anatoly’s Call

“Come on Freddie, this is not like you,” the voice of Anatoly Kustenky was quiet; a sign that always worried Freddie. “We have an agreement I think. I don’t piss on your patch, you don’t piss on mine.”

“Anatoly,” Freddie Proudo responded in similar tone. “Please be assured there is no pissing on your patch from my side. We have plenty to do here without trying to take on Mother Russia.”

“You say that Freddie but I know you. You see a chance, you take a chance. This has your finger prints on it Freddie, it’s just your style.”

“I don’t have a patent on any of this, Anatoly. I just make it up as I go along.”

“Listen, Freddie, this is just like you and it’s right across the border from Kushtia. We agreed you could play there. We even thought you might come to us for some product to ship there. Now we find you’re sourcing your own in our back garden. That’s pissing on my patch, Freddie. Pissing on my patch.”

“Anatoly, I give you my word. This is not a Proudo operation. There are no Proudo Enterprises people in Russia. Hell, there aren’t any Proudo Enterprises people in Kushtia right now. This is nothing to do with me.”

“So if it’s not Proudo Enteprises picking up nice girls from Pestrovja, taking the bread out of my mouth, who is it?”

“I don’t know but I’ll talk to the Kushtian’s and see what I can find out. All right? And if it’s anything they are up to I’ll see what I can do. If they are freelancing I’m not sure I can do anything about it. Sure they are supposed to take product from me but I can’t stop them doing their own thing. I’ll do what I can, Anatoly.”

“OK Freddie, just be sure you’re not pissing on my patch.”

Proudo put down the phone, annoyed that Kustenky hadn’t seem ready to believe him. It was, however, odd, he thought as he looked up the location of Pestrovja. The Kushtian’s hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to get into the business the