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.

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.

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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.

It wasn’t suppose to end like this, but maybe it was. Yeah, I was another of those little dicks who wanted it all. You cant fucking have it all, sometimes you cant have any. Sitting in my furnished apartment, all by myself, over thinking how a fantasy can get out of hand, fast, once unleashed. I took a boring, but safe and functional, marriage and destroyed it, all because I wanted to act out my feelings of inferiority, just because my cock is undersized…

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It nagged at me from the start of our relationship, that weird game all wimps play, if my attractive, successful, wife wants me, a clearly inferior man, then what is wrong with her. It was easy at the time to convince myself that I wanted to see her get a real man, and being obsessed with size, a real man meant a horse cock. That was a mistake, women, and my wife is definitely one, need more that a big cock to get hot, they want a real man attached to it, and there in lies the problem, the very likely chance that your wife will decide to leave you for a clearly superior man, and in the end that usually is not a hard choice for her to make.

That is what happened to me, Steven, 35 5′ 7, 165, balding, three inch penis hard, not fat, just never been in shape. I know, I know its my fault, I could have gotten in shape, gotten the hair done, but the cock thing was always there, or rather, not there. The flashbacks to the teasing in the showers at school, the absolute look of either disgust or humor on girls faces when they first saw my penis, the inability to use a public urinal, so I knew deeply, that I was less than whole, and that causes problems, emotionally and physically.

I survived high school, by being nerdy and invisible, and college, by hard work and no social life. Boring, yes, but I got a great job, engineering degree, and accepted that my life revolved around work and pathetic fantasies of submission. Yeah, they were always there, sometimes so heavy I could only scratch that itch by acting out. Thank god for adult theaters, and peep shows, a place for loser straight guys like me to get some humiliation. I wasn’t gay, didn’t view guys in a sexual way, it was the shame of sucking cock I was after, and it was cool for awhile, but they call them trolls for a reason. The losers hanging around those places tended to be ugly and tiny dicked, in denial fags, and that was not the fucking point, I needed to submit to a good looking, confident straight stud, with a woman present, that made it hot.

It was in one of those dirty places that I first learned that I liked it rough and nasty. I was just minding my business, sucking off trolls, when a huge black guy pushed open the door to my booth, stepped inside, locked the door, and proceeded to manhandle me. He ended up fucking me, something I had never done before, and I loved it, not so much for the sex, but, again, the abuse, for he hurt my balls with his huge hand, twisting my sack hard, while fucking me, and verbally taunting me, in the most delightful way. I dug it, would have done any thing for him, that was scary, and a little disconcerting, to say the least. To know that I could get those intense feelings from having a guy abuse me, all my fantasies, to that point had a woman some where in them, that was heavy.

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I really did not want to go out with her, and the guys from work thought I was dopey, or maybe a closet fag, and she thought I was just shy, in a good way. But I knew it would be a diaster, She was a real woman, almost as tall as me, 135, flaming red hair, fat C tits, big fat perfectly shaped ass, her body was built to fuck, and I was not, that was that. At the bar that night, she was so funny and persistent that I gave in, and even was looking forward to a date, with a real woman. Lady Sonia, Lady Sonia, I was hooked, she had it all, good looks, good job, good family, great personality. She was the girl who could talk to everyone, and anyone, she was just fun to be around.

Thank god for booze and darkness. The first time we did it, I was drunk enough that I could at least stay hard, and I did get in her and actually poked around for five minutes or so, before shooting my little puddle of cum, on her thigh. It was exciting and humiliating when she used her hand to finger her self off and she told me that I left her hanging. Wow, she just says what she feels, that was nice to know how she felt, but it was a bit jarring at the boldness of it. She was big enough that I really didn’t feel anything except wetness, and figured she didn’t feel much either. I guessed I was done, but she seemed determined to have a relationship with me, so we puttered along, dating once a week and then more frequently

The sex was mostly oral, me going down on her and she yanking my noodle till I came. It always got to me, that I had this completely sexy girl with me, half undressed, and I almost always ended up with a hand job, just a fucking hand job. What could I do, I was grateful that I actually could say Lady Sonia was my girl friend, though it scared me something awful. Just looking at other guys, presumably better hung, leering at her hurt me inside, watching how easily Lady Sonia interacted with other guys, she was being herself but the guys were flirting, with evil intentions, I was sure. The pain in my stomach was fierce, always sure she was either fucking around, or would start soon.. The intense feelings of wanting Lady Sonia to cheat, versus, the intense feelings of shame for feeling that way, played havoc with my emotions, making me moody and paranoid.

Got through the first year of marriage, mostly because we were both busy working, and we had settled into a routine, boring, but familiar, and I started to think that I could pull this off, satisfying a real woman, but, no I had to fuck everything up by pressing matters. I had brought up threesomes, and her having sex with others, she even started to talk dirty while pulling my dick, actually getting really good at throwing in a little humiliation for me, like she knew what the deal was, and maybe she did. She made sure I knew she was disgusted with my kinks, and this we both knew was important. I needed the humiliation of her disgust to be turned on, and she needed my submission to empower her to take ownership of her sex life.

Well, I succeeded at something, it turned out to be pushing my wife into other guys arms, or rather cocks. A vacation, someplace far away from home is always the preferred way, she lets her guard down, maybe has a few extra drinks at dinner, decided what the fuck, she feels empowered, lost some weight for the vacation, feels her body is hot, and I thought I was on my way. Again, fantasy and reality,are not the same. She was going to do this how she wanted to, not on my terms, that became clear from the get go. Funny, I knew that first night, it was over, only a matter of time, before she figured it out, I was only going to disappoint her.

The guy was older than us, in great shape, and it turned out, well hung. It seemed he just appeared next to us at the bar, and before I could control the situation, my wife had already decided that she was taking Mattew, that was the guys name, back to our room. When Mattew went to the bathroom, Lady Sonia told me in an excited voice she was going to make my fantasy reality. All you cucks know what happened next, I, of course had extreme misgivings, and started to protest, but the way Lady Sonia hushed me, like I was her child, sealed the deal. She simply told me either we did this tonight with this guy or that I was never to bring up my sick fantasies again. I knew Lady Sonia, she was serious, so, I took the bait and uneasily agreed that she could fuck Mattew, like I even had a choice.

Its tough enough sitting at a bar having this conversation, trying to be discreet, but when Lady Sonia told me she was taking Mattew to the room alone, and I could knock on the door in one hour, I was stunned and stammering my refusals. Well Dapper Mattew chose this moment to rejoin us, and Lady Sonia used this time to tell Mattew that I wanted him to take her back to our room, alone. Christ, I hated the way Lady Sonia had played things, but more, I hated that look on Mattews face, smug, amused, he knew he was better than me, he knew he was fucking Lady Sonia, and I was not. I fucking loved that look, I masturbated in the bar restroom as soon as they left, I was so fucking overcome with emotions watching Lady Sonia walk out the lounge door, hand in hand with a guy, who she was going to fuck, no doubt about it, no fantasy, just the real thing,that’s fucking immense.

The longest hour of my life, that’s about right. It was a second floor room, balcony overlooking the beach. I actually tried to climb the drain pipe, so as to see in the balcony slider, I was so obsessed with what was happening in that room. You know you have a problem, or at least you should know, if your trying to climb to your second floor hotel room, to see your wife get a cocking. There was a certain feel of losing grip on reality, like as if I could not stop myself now, even if I wanted to. I had a three inch boner that would of knocked down a fence, if my belly did not hit the fence first, it would. Giving up the attempt at climbing the drain pipe, seriously I had trouble climbing out of bed, I could only fuck myself up with physical activity.

Walking the hallway, pass their door, no noise, walk the hallway, pass their door, laughter, real laughter from Lady Sonia, that hurts. I want her to get fucked, not have fun. Another valuable lesson, of course, Lady Sonia was having fun, a good looking, successful, older man was doing his best to flatter her, and every girl liked a little wind blown her way. I was on that sword, one side incredible sexual excitement at the fact that my wife was in a hotel room with a stud, the other side, the debilitating depression, that she was not going to ever view me the same. I knew that like it was set in stone, but my tiny willy was driving the bus, and it wanted humiliation, like this was not fucking enough. It was over a hour, but I had just heard Lady Sonia moan, in a sexual, I’m fucking happy way, not that I ever heard Lady Sonia sound that happy before. Couple walking by think I’m a fucking pervert, listening to the obvious moans of pleasure Lady Sonia was screaming from the other side of the hotel door.

Finally the door opens and there dressed, and smiling, like an idiot is Mattew, mouthing the innocent, yet so filthy, words, ” anytime you need a hand with your wife, little fella, you just give me a call,” and he was off, and I was trying to take in everything at once. She was on the bed, under the sheets, smiling, and she patted the edge of the mattress, as if to say sit here, and only here, I did. Her face was shiny, her eyes were alive, the smell in the room was fuck smell, big time, her neck had a growing hickey, wow, its real. My wife got fucked, well fucked.

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“I still love you, but”, she actually said that to me, that but is the most evil word ever, because after that but is always, always horrible news. This was no different, ” There is no way I can go back to a normal relationship, but I want to stay married, so Steven, you need to drop the attitude and accept that you wanted this, and now I need this.” I did the conditioned begging, pleading, all for naught, she decided, and that was that. Being her, she told me she would make things up as we went along, in no way would this be scripted to meet my perverted fantasies. Again, this was not what I wanted, but it was what I was gonna get.

She did let me see her spoiled pussy, and it was stunning, how battered and bruised it looked, like Mattew had assaulted her, and he had. The smell was potent and it drew me, and she laughed at my weakness, “Do it, you know you want to taste him.” I did, and it was heady and emotional, to actually eat another mans sperm from your wifes cunt, it is quite a big step to take. That kind of step you take, and immediately its done, you can never go back, ever. I would always be a sperm eater to her.

Her look of disgust and amusement, at my willingness to humiliate myself was evident as I searched her face for some sense of where I stood, or not. Telling me she was tired, she quickly told me to stroke my cock off, and she gave me a brief outline of what happened earlier, it was not heavy on details, but this was her game now, and besides, I just had to cum looking at her well fucked cunt, right before me, so it only took two minutes. I came across her stomach and she simply cleared her throat. I knew what she wanted, but I had just cum, and every guy knows that changes everything.”I don’t want to do that anymore,” I sniffed, and even I knew, I sounded like a three year old.

Her rage was fast and furious, she was out of bed and screaming, ” Things have changed ass hole, you will do what I tell you and that’s that”, I was really scared of her, I had shrunk from my wifes anger, like a pussy. She didn’t miss that, I saw the victory in her eyes, the understanding that she had won. She ordered, this wasn’t role playing spanking, she was pissed. I suspected the anger was deeper than my present whining, I think she needed to punish me for being weak, for me not being Mattew. She did punish me, I fucking cried like a baby, she laughed. It wasn’t the way I wanted this, every cuck wants his wife to spank him, but fuck, this was a savage ass whooping. Her belt was hard leather and it hurt, not ooh that burns nice, no, it hurt like I only wanted it to stop, my cock, or no part of my body, found this to be fun, not at all. When I was broken, cowering, she made me lick my sperm off her stomach, and fuck what I wanted. I would do what she wanted, one way or the other, and the other wasn’t a fucking tea party.

That she made me sleep on the floor only deepened my sense of insecurity, where did I stand, not good, if I was sleeping on the hotel floor. She didn’t even kiss me goodnight, just told me she needed her rest, and she didn’t want me bothering her, so on the carpet I slept. Not well, I was battling a hurricane of emotions, and to hear her sleeping contently, lightly snoring, only drove home the divide that now was between us.

I mean I could never look her in the eye as her husband, I knew I was reduced in her eyes, but to what, and that was the question I wrestled with all night. Of course being a pervert, I also stroked myself off twice at the thought of what happened earlier, and strangely more potent, was the notion of her having me sleep at her feet. That was heavy,and I had a quick panic attack, what happens if when we got home she wanted me to still sleep on the floor. Its no wonder I got no sleep. First night here in paradise and I was ready to go home. Another jolt, I didn’t even know if Mattew was staying at the hotel or not, God, I didn’t want to see his smug face again.

Watching the sun rise from your balcony over looking the ocean, should be a soothing thing, I was on edge, felt like I was hyperventilating,heart racing, the fears pounding my brain, what if, what if, I could only play that so long, I went and turned the television on, to distract myself. Big fucking mistake, sleeping beauty was on the offensive. “Jesus your fucking annoying,” she sneered at me. God her body was beautiful, and I saw the welts on her tits, from lover boy, it got me excited, I am a fucking sick bastard. Damn,I was way to timid to ever mar Lady Sonias skin.

Throwing my cellphone at me she ordered me out of the room and told me she would call when she got up. Wow, sitting out side the door, like a dog kicked to the curb, this sucks, I shuddered when I considered that I never even questioned her right to put me out of the room, like a fucking child, I certainly wasn’t a man. Well I knew Lady Sonia liked her sleep, so I figured I was on my own, for a while. I walked, head down, feeling sorry for myself, just wandering the complex.

This hotel is huge, so many fucking rooms, and here I was wandering around, like a fucking homeless loser, and in a way, I was. The black security guy is giving me the eye, big black bastard, probably has a two foot cock, like a fucking boa constrictor, getting turned on at that thought,.I am truly fucked. Starving, but Lady Sonia had the cash and my debit was on the room desk, fucking great, maybe I can find a used room service tray in one of the halls, maybe get a job here as I wasn’t doing much else except waiting for Lady Sonia, laughing at my state, that’s good. I needed to accept that what happened happened, and now it was up to Lady Sonia, it felt good to dodge all responsibility. Like the freak coward I was, I would let Lady Sonia lead, and I would take my chances.

When she called my cell, my penis got hard, along with the heavy feeling that I was gonna puke. She was very nice and told me to come to the room. It made my cock ache the way she had me wait outside the room after I knocked, it was only a couple of minutes, but it seemed years. She looked alive, stunning, like she hadnt a care in the world. Wearing a yellow sun dress over her bikini, and open toed heels, she was truly a beautiful woman. Freshly showered, touch of makeup, I could cry at her beauty, seriously thought of kneeling at her feet, fuck, I am fucked.

The kiss was deep and sensual, her tongue felt obscene in my mouth, her forcing her saliva into my mouth made me woozy, her telling me she loved me, well I did cry, and she held me,and I never felt smaller or weaker, or safer. Lady Sonia was in control, she knew it, I knew it.I could smell her cunt, she really was excited at my submissiveness, wow, that was surprising. I didnt think she would want that role, maybe she did, wow.

After I showered we went to breakfast, and then antiquing, and it was special. She was funny, interesting, just walking from store to store, her with her hand in my back pocket, that familiarity, I couldn’t of been happier, even though I knew she had made every choice, where we ate breakfast, where we shopped, what we bought. At one point I started to buy a book, And in front of the amused clerk, she took the book out of my hand sneering “I think you have enough books you havent read already.” wow, my cock stirred, my face reddened, the clerk smiled knowingly, Lady Sonia was all ready walking out the door, you couldn’t ask for a better humiliating setting than that.

I was getting it, we could have a great day together, but I had better remember who was the captain of the ship. Lady Sonia was not a trivial girl, she had decided that this was how things were, and this is how they were. She had all ready adjusted to this new reality, it was I who needed convincing, and Lady Sonia knew that, she was prepared to mold me, shape me into what she wanted, not what I desired, or thought I desired, but what she desired.

Laying at the pool, Lady Sonia looking fine in her bikini, guys eating her up, she was that girl, a bikini was more obscene on her curvatious body, than if she were naked. The very real gravitational struggle of her boobs trying to escape her bra, was quite compelling. The way the sun lotion made her freckled skin shine, the way her hips swayed out, as if reminding you she was all woman, not that that was ever a doubt. I loved the way other women would give Lady Sonia that little look, like fuck you, so your way hotter than me, big deal. I loved that, Im proud she is that woman. Quite daunting, just the same.

Giving her an intense massage, back in the room, wondering if she will let me sleep in bed, or just massage her. I am heavy subbing for her, the massage is a great way for a guy like me to make love to a woman, no shit. Other than no orgasm, she looked and sounded the same as if she was getting fucked, by a man. I could give her that, I needed to give her that, I was lost in pleasing her, being with her, when she kicked my nuts, verbally. “Mattew sent me a text, and I am going out to dinner with him.”, no doubt in that statement, she was not running it by me, she was already mentally thinking about what she would wear, I could feel that detachment from me, I was not important, not right now.

At least I didn’t whine, I tried to seem nonplused, she let me help her dress, another big cuckold moment. She was so fucking beautiful, the tan lines around her soft fat breasts, her smoothly shaven tanned legs, the way the green silk cocktail dress played against her red hair and stunning green eyes, her perfume, just enough to draw you in, her radiant smile as she watched me, her husband, buckle her three inch strap sandals. I think she sensed that I was frantic as she prepared to leave. She threw me a bone, “Remember, I love you, and if your good Ill give you a surprise when I return.” I so wanted some assurance, like roughly what time she would return. Her demeanor suggested that she had said all she would, and as she applied makeup, there was the sound of a horn from the balcony that faced the parking lot.

To see Mattew behind the wheel of a bright red corvette, bummed me deeply. See, I wanted him to fuck Lady Sonia, I accepted that, I admitted that. But I fucking didn’t want this shit, Lady Sonia driving around with Mattew, like a couple. Yeah well, as Ive stated endlessly, it was out of my hands, Lady Sonia would do what she had to do, I would do what she told me. She gave me a haphazard kiss, and on her way out the door laughed “Steven, don’t wait up, I have a feeling I may be a bit late.” She was gone, and I physically sobbed, I mean real tears came, as I scurried to the slider, and hiding in the drapes, like the wimp I was, watched Lady Sonia climb into the convertible, kiss Mattew on the mouth, and they drove off, her head resting against his body, it all hurt so much, yet my cock was leaking precum, I was so off the wall fucking horny.Wanting to call her and beg her to come back, realising she had taken my cell phone, she would always be one step ahead of me.

I needed out of the room, and so I took to the beach, and head down, walked and walked, trying to stop the conflict in my head, wishing I could one hundred percent accept I was a wimp,and be the best sub I could be, but still swinging back to wanting to have Lady Sonia as my wife, knowing that was over, the finality of it was so dark, so imposing. I just sat on a dune near tall grass, and wallowed in my pity, broken, defeated, oblivious to my surroundings. I did sense him, behind me in the grass.

Boss Lady Mistress Sonia

He was urinating and he was looking away from me, but I had his side profile. Black, big, fat, and his cock looked like a fucking weapon, the piss pouring out like a fucking river, his balls looking potent, ready always to get the job done, he was a man. I didn’t think it, I cant really explain it, but I was on my knees giving this guy a sloppy, if amaturish, blowjob, right in the grass as he stood above me like a fucking king. How I got my legs to move over there I dont know, but there I was.

It was fucking liberating, I felt like this was me, for the first time I allowed myself the luxury of embracing my wimpiness, if you would, and that was empowering to me. Yeah I was a fucking loser tiny dick, but I was gonna get some good out of this, and if Lady Sonia was going to ignore my needs, I would find someone to debase me. So, there. My black man needed no hints, as he tried to stuff his freak cock down my throat, and he kept telling me I was a good white boy, which I didn’t feel like, as I gagged and wretched on his fuck stick. His cock tasted so good, salty, yet that sweet flavor of precum near the head. His cum was plentiful, and I really felt good eating it, and that scared me, a little. I wondered as I stared at his softening monster, coated in my saliva and his man juice, what it must be like to have a cock like that. It was so fucking impressive, I needed to touch it, but he slapped my hand away, and zipping up, told me to fuck off, and was gone. So much for an after suck drink. I was okay with that shit, I was a guy, kind of, and understood the after cum hostility when in these strange situations.

Watching all the couples walking around the complex was depressing and so I figured hiding in the room was best, it really was growing, the anxiety of where was Lady Sonia, what was she doing, again the absurdity of hoping she was fucking, as opposed to having fun with Mattew out of the bedroom. It is impossible to count the revolutions of a ceiling fan, I tried. I stared at the television, did not see it, never once losing sight of the fact that my wife was with a date. I tried to read, tried to sleep, paced the room, it was fucking intense. I didnt see how I could take it, thought about calling the cops, giggling madly at telling them the details of where Lady Sonia was.I needed to masturbate, to take the edge off, and it was intense, the feelings, thinking about Lady Sonias laughter and moans from last night, I came quick, maybe twenty pulls, and knew I could now sleep, the sleep of the cucks.

Where the fuck am I, and where is Lady Sonia. I hate that waking up on the road and that second of confusion. Usually it ends with a smile at the awareness of where you are, but in this case Lady Sonia was still not here, and the big red numbers on the alarm clock, on the night stand, were shooting laser beams into my eyeballs, angrily accusing, 410,410, where the fuck is your wife. 411, fuck it was 411am and Lady Sonia was not here, this was bad, I really had bile come up my throat, this was hands shaking bad. I was pissed that she would do this to me, to leave me so utterly hanging in time, unsure of her safety, unsure of our future, wretching with dry heaves into the toilet, while she was living it up. Then black dread, that maybe she was hurt, dead, lying in a ditch somewhere, waves of heavy emotions like a one ton coat weighing me down, fear, self pity, tears, hugging the shitter, and I didnt even have a fucking hangover.

Eating crackers from the mini bar, everything really is mini, go figure, splitting headache, sour stomach, starving, again, Lady Sonia has the cash, and as I stumble around the room, it seems my debit card is gone. Wow, Im starting to think Lady Sonia is putting more thought into this than at first glance. No phone, no money, fuck thats just great. Hot shower feels great, I almost feel okay, but Im still on edge, its all so fucking intense. I feel like Im suffocating.

Walking down to the beach, what the fuck, I need air, room to breathe. Suns rising, beautiful, but I see no joy, only angry black. Noticing the couple snuggling at the water line, watching the sun rise in your lovers arms on a beach in florida, thats pretty cool, not that I would fucking ever know. It was the laugh, I heard her distinct hard laugh, if I had been shot, the pain and surprise would of been less,Im sure. It was devastating, I kid you not, I farted, I so lost control. I was shattered emotionaly, humpty dumpty my ass.Oh it hurt so bad to see her in his arms, so fucking familiar, oh, so comfortable, it crushed my will to live, it was that powerful. I was never stupid, I knew what it meant, she was that comfortable with another man, it wasnt just sex with her, she wanted to be with another guy, and that was not good, no how.

I did make it back to the room and even stripped and got under the covers, like I could hide from the truth, I was never going to watch a sunrise with my beautiful wife,on a tropical beach, after making love all night.She might take me shopping with her, or a show she wanted to see, but I would never do anything romantic with her again, I knew this as the stone cold truth, and it numbed me, kind of wanted to just get the thing over with, move on. I knew I was being insanely premature, like my orgasms. We were on vacation, she was living out a fantasy, as much as me, when we went home everything would be fine. No, I didnt buy it, I saw her desire to be with Mattew, not sexually, just to be with him, and not with me. She could of fucked him, for hours on end, and then come back and drag me to the beach, to watch that glorious show together, she made her choice.

She was so quiet, slipping by the bed, I noticed, through slitted eyes, that she looked worn, and then she was in the bathroom, and I could hear the shower. Relief that she didnt want me to clean her, and then sadnes that she didnt even want to share that with me.I thought about leaving while she was in the shower, where the fuck would I go, I did get my phone, debit card, and two hundred dollars from her purse, though I felt bad taking my money, go figure. I was pretty sure when she came out she would want to sleep, and I could see me being shown the door, so I figure I should at least be prepared with some money. Changing into swim suit with shorts over, I got a knapsack ready with a change of clothes, figuring I might as well enjoy the day, seeing I wasnt wanted here.

She had a towel around her midsection,and another tied around her sweet hair, yeah, I have a fetish for red hair. She seemed concerned at my obvious sadness, but looking at my bag next to me, her eyes smiled and she mocked me, sneering, “are you gonna run away, Steven, is that the best you can do?”, it hurt, it hurt fucking bad, but I was pretty numb, really at that point I wanted to just get away, not run away, get away, theres a difference. When I told her I would be back later, and made for the door, she stopped me with “Please let me explain,’ and I was sure it was going to be, not good.

It poured out of her, she needed time to think, she was sorry, she was confused, didnt want me to hate her, didnt want to hurt me, it was coming at me one hundred miles a hour. No one could process all this shit, I heard the old needing time to think, we all know what that means, I dont have the balls to tell you the bad news to your face. She needed sleep and I needed space. It was kind of strange that she was bawling how sorry she was as I left for the day, I mean she could of asked me to stay with her. I did sense a finality when the door closed, as if we were divided forever more, and when I discovered I was more interested in what to do today, than dwelling on what I already accepted as done, that me and Lady Sonia were finished, it was as if I were empty of all humanity, it was all so fucking tiring. That loss can also be freeing, in that even the most stubborn fuck, and Im not really that strong willed to be stubborn, has to give up against that overbearing weight of impending doom, so this absolute finality, at least shut all doors for me, so in a sad way, it made it easier to get on with it.

Aimless, that was me, a few hours soaking up the sun on the sand, a walk through town, the day was passing, but I was only going through the motions.I did go back and buy the book that Lady Sonia denied me yesterday, so there, the clerk was real impressed, Im sure. Of course I stopped by the post office, and mailed it home, not wanting to get ass whooped again, cant be to careful, my cheeks still stung from the beating I had received earlier. I dont know if it was the emotional overload or what, but I was starving, and needed to get lunch. The place looked dirty, but so was I, so I decided to stop and get a bite, and have a few drinks, figuring if I got back to the room around six, Lady Sonia would be gone for the night. I was determined to spend as little time with her as she apparently wanted to spend with me. Yeah that was punishing her, and then I realized I didnt want to punish her, I really just wanted it over, and that again weighed me down.

The bar was populated by the nastiest bunch of white trash I had ever seen. It was a nondescript dive, but it had food and I was hungry, so it worked. The stripper pole in the corner, was a nice touch, as I looked around the bar, I had to laugh at the ugly broads, and wonder if any of them were gonna take it off, Jesus, please no. You know the type, have spent there whole lives laying in the sun, and smoked and drank to excess, and now they looked like walking, talking beef jerky, not good. The guys wernt any better, not a set of teeth between them, I was not impressed by this collection of rabble. One guy stuck out though, He looked clean, and when he went to the mens room, I had to try, had to get that humiliation.

It stank something fierce in the dirty mens room, and the lone stall toilet was backed up and dripping shit stew on the beyond filthy floor. I stood next to him at the urinals,and his cock was impressive, cut, fat and ready to be polished. He made eye contact, and I dropped to my knees, and I was sucking to beat the band, That he let a little blast of piss down my throat, was very stimulating, to say the least. He actually grabbed my ears and used them to violently face fuck me, and that was good. His orgasm was fast and powerful, where the cum shoots down your throat, right into the stomach. When he was done he rubbed his fat sloppy cock all over my face, and then zipped up, and left me on edge, on the filthy shit house floor, really struggling with my inability to stop this bizzare acting out, I chose to blame Lady Sonia.

I finished my drink, refused to make eye contact with the fat cock I sucked earlier, headed out of the dive and decided to see if the room was empty, so I could just crash, I was physically and emotionally drained.It was horrible, the red corvette was parked near the room, oh fucking great. I didnt know what to do, it was six thirty, our last night here, and I had no where to sleep. This really sucked. maybe I should knock on the door, but I knew I didnt want to face Mattew again, and definitely didnt want to humiliate myself in front of Lady Sonia, ever again, that game was over. I would call her but assumed she wouldnt answer, and the thought of them laughing at my voice mail begging Lady Sonia to let me in was to horrible to face.

Boss Lady Mistress Sonia

Renting a room in the cheap motel down the road was fucked, but I didnt want to waste time playing games, and I felt like Lady Sonia would bust my balls if I returned to the room, it wasnt like she was going to send Mattew on his way, just because I showed up. This room sucked, the furniture appeared to be made of cardboard, the television had lines on it, I didnt even know televisions could do that anymore, the bed had a bump in it, that cant be good. The whole thing seemed half ass, but the room was only eigthy five for the night, so what the fuck. The maid, in the hall, looked rough, I bet she could kick my ass easy. Remembering that I turned off the cell phone earlier, I checked for calls, and she never even tried to get me, wow, there it was, she had moved on. Again all she had to do was leave a message, but she really wanted me like this, confused and hurt, and I was starting to feel hate for her, and that was a shame.

To say the night passed slowly would be doing it a disservice, I hardly slept, tossed, turned, played the what ifs again, staring at the cheap popcorn ceiling with the cracks in it, one of them looks like the mississippi river, but what the fuck. It was a relief when the clock said five am, I could get out of bed and at least shower and dress for the trip home. I thought of leaving Lady Sonia a message, that I would just meet her at the airport, but I chickened out, and besides if we were going to fight, we should do it at the room, not the fucking airport. The shower felt good, but, fuck, I was tired, and the stress of being with Lady Sonia was eating at me. It had to be done, the flight was leaving at ten am and it was a hour limo ride there, so I figured I needed to leave the hotel at eight thirty, that didnt give me much time.

Well the fucking corvette was gone, maybe Lady Sonia and I could talk and at least be sociable on the way home, stuck on a plane, simmering at each other, could be a trying way to spend the day. I really wanted only to make peace for now, no mas. Devastated to see that she wasnt even here, and the note was piling on. Dear Steven, Mattew wanted to show me some sights, so I will meet you at the airport, Lady Sonia PS please take care of the checkout and tip the maid, sorry for the mess. It was fucking nasty in here, the funk, cigarette smoke, cunt smell, I opened the slider and just wanted to jump, but it was only the second floor, and seemed a bit self defeating, so I just sat on the chair in the corner of the room and tried to take it all in.

The bed was trashed, and the fuck stain was still wet, like Dapper Mattew left a calling card, fuck it. The realization that this didnt turn me on at all, was very strange, I didnt even feel revulsion at the creamy mess on the mattress, more like what else did I expect. There were a few empty beer bottles, over flowing ash tray, that Lady Sonia allowed the fucker to smoke was funny, she was real anti smoker, so I guess their are exceptions. I packed quick, and headed to the front desk in a relatively good mood, I even swallowed the one hundred and ninety dollar bar bill they tacked on to the room, I could roll with this, what didnt kill me made me stronger. I had reached the point of truly letting go. Thats not bad, that allows you some sense of proportion, yeah it would suck getting divorced, but the horror of being married to someone who cared so little for me, made it very appealing.

There was no way to misinterpret the signs that Lady Sonia gave me this week, she knew what she was doing, and it worked. She would make me divorce her, I started to laugh, I started to really laugh. She didnt think I could divorce her, she didnt think I had the balls, why would she. Well, its funny, now that I didnt want to be with her anymore, I mean really not be with her, I only wanted to win, what I dont know, but I needed to redeem myself, somehow. I sat there looking at the mess in front of me, and being an engineer, I looked at my problem coldly. A week ago I was sure I would do anything to keep Lady Sonia as my wife, now I wouldnt do the slightest thing to keep her, in fact, I would beat her to the punch, I would call her bluff.

Love the laptop, Lady Sonia always gave me shit about my time on it, funny, Im already considering her in the past tense, this was so brutally quick, my falling out of love. I had to accept the fact that because of the way Lady Sonia cut me off from her fucking, as if to say I could do what the fuck I wanted as long as I left her alone, it just killed our love completely dead. If at any time that first night she had brought me into it, that would have been different. She could of had me listen on my cell while they fucked, could of let me watch from outside the slider, any thing, but she wanted me away, she wanted a real affair, with me knowing that it happens, but thats it, and sorry that was not going to work. I managed to get my cousin to handle the filing for divorce, listed reason irreconcievable differences, what else. I managed to get the money in the joint savings switched to a secure account of mine, I would give her half in time but I didnt particularly trust her any more.I even got a real estate agent to hook me up with a short term furnished rental. But the big move, switching jobs, scared me awful.

There was no practical way we could work together any more, the company wasnt that big, no fucking way I could face that shit. The whispered “told you he couldnt make her happys,” no thank you, it was scary changing jobs, but I had no fucking choice, and that by definition makes it easier. I loved the company we both worked for, they treated me great, I was respected and needed, but Lady Sonia wasnt going any where, she was just a secretary, and in this economy she wasnt getting a job anywhere as good as this one. No, I would leave, and contacting my old boss, I had a new job lined up, more pay, more interesting contracts, and they were giving me a month to start, but would pay me that month, up front, as a signing bonus, that made it very workable. I wouldnt even have to return to work and face the looks and rumors.

It also meant I didnt even have to ride home from the airport with Lady Sonia, I would just get a room, put my stuff at our place into storage till I straightened out the rental, and worked our the legalities of a divorce that had no joint property, we each had our own pensions, I had more, but we were only married three years, so I wasnt worried about having to give her money, and besides, I would give her money if it quicken the shit up, as I had this feeling that, at any moment, I could back down and revert to begging for her to love me.

Everyone in the hotel shuttle bus looked stressed, it was sad that we cant seem to even enjoy a vacation, there is just to much shit going down, all ways. The couples all looked pissed at each other, and I embraced my impending singleness, with something like acceptance. The Miami airport is a fucking diaster, you have to walk endlessly to get anywhere, and so help me God, no fucking body speaks english, but they have fucking guns. I had plenty of time and so I prebooked and got a seat, knowing we could sit apart, making things easier.

Jesus, she looked beat, like a she was returning from spring break, and she was. She was definitly looking for me, and found me, even in my little corner, behind my paper. Oh, well lets get it over with, was my only thought, though I was interested in her take on things. She took the light hearted approach,”Well I guess you wont ask me for that fantasy again,” I think she expected me to laugh, I didnt.
“So your going to pout all the way home.” she continued probing for a weak spot.
“Lady Sonia, you have to let go, we need to let go.”
I saw the flicker in her eyes as she weighed the calm, serious tone of my voice, I think it scared her.
“Steven, I was just enjoying myself, Im sorry if I got carried away, its over, I wont see Mattew again, it was just sexual”
” well fucking A, I feel better that it was just fucking. Hate to think you fell for the guy, you know like you really wanted to be with him all the time’
“thats not what I did, you wanted me to do this, its not fair to get pissed at me” she was relentless in her need to pretend. She wasnt stupid, she knew it was over, so why bother at all.

I sat her in the corner and I laid out everything from my perspective; her refusal to include me in the sex at all, her obvious romantic feelings for Mattew at the beach, her making me spend almost twenty four hours worrying about her safety, and the really cunt way she left me with no phone and no money, and then stuck me with their bar bill. When she smiled at that I knew I had made the right choice. Her counter was weak, consisting of her pleadings that she was only trying to make it interesting for me. She also, and probably truthfully, said she couldnt have sex with a guy, and not have some feelings for him, and that Mattew made her happy, and so when he asked her to watch the sunrise, she felt indebted to him.She really tried to blow the whole thing over, and seemed determined to get me to, as she put it, loosen up.
“I fucked him, Steven, and it was great, but I dont want to be married to him, I want to be married to you, and we can work this out”

Listening to me go through the condensed version of my plan, she got real quiet, and I figured a scene was coming. She stayed rather calm, and went on beating the dead horse, it wasnt moving, it couldnt move, it was dead, like our marriage. I explained in certain terms my feelings and she denied that she got carried away with Mattew. I am quick and I asked, “Lady Sonia are you going to contact Mattew ever again?”, her answer was quicker,
“No I told you it was over, thats why I spent the extra time with him”, she tried to convince, but I simply
asked for her phone, which she handed over. I showed her where Mattews number was in her favorites, I showed her the pictures she had taken of her and Mattew posing around town, for fuck sake his face was her wallpaper. There was that flicker of a smile on her lips at Mattews picture staring at both of us, he really did smile like he was deranged, like he was to happy, there is such a thing, you know.

“You really want to divoce me dont you?” she asked, she never seemed smaller, like she had become the child. I didnt want to do this here, in the airport. I agreed that I would pay for her lawyer, anything to get her to stop crying, it was sad, so fucking sad. Not because I was being mean by pressing the divorce, it was sad because up till then she could have admitted she fucked up and did me wrong, she could have offered to make things up to me, she could of paid me the money for their bar bill, she could of removed Mattews pics and number, I really thought she would, but she didnt, she didnt even consider it.

She didnt do anything because I knew, and she knew, she was going to see Mattew again. That was the sad part, her trying to convince her self that she wasnt in love with a fifty year old, chain smoking, boozing, full of bullshit, fairly well off guy. I mean for christ sake he drove a red convertible corvette, I thought all girls immediatly knew to avoid that feller. He wanted to be seen with Lady Sonia and fuck Lady Sonia, in no way would he ever take care of her needs, he was quite incapable of that, I was sure, and I suspected Lady Sonia knew, that being the reason she wanted me around, to be her fall back position, when Mattew dumped her for another young broad, or she got sick of partying with a fifty year old teenager.

As much as I hate flying, the boarding call was a blessing, I needed to get away from her, the combination of anger and want, I was pissed at her, I still wanted her on some level. What guy wouldnt want her, she looked so fucking nice, even with the red tear staind eyes.It amused me, though when as an after thought she discreetly rubbed my crotch and said not very convincingly, “I will give you anything you want if you come home with me” it was weak, very weak, she even smiled at the lameness of it. I made for the loading gate, like I was determined to have that, the last thing she ever said to me. Wow, it was weak, I expected more from her.

Never even saw her when we landed, and I had no check on luggage, so I was gone and that was that, some vacation, huh. She never tried to contact me, she had all my stuff moved to storage and sent me the key, no note, none needed, and the divorce was mediated, we didnt even have to be there together, so we never saw each other ever again, and that was sad. I learned to love the smallness of my studio, and my new job completely satisfied my intellectual needs. I also was blessed with the absolute certainty that I would never have a relationship with a woman again, and that was sad, but I only had to recall my vacation with Lady Sonia to sober me up to reality.

Boss Lady Mistress Sonia

Lady Sonia was naked. Quite naked.

She trembled slightly at the thought of what was to come.

She bowed her head and looked down at her naked body. She looked longingly at
her heavy, full nippled, breasts, her tits, as she always thought of them. Not
as firm as when she was younger, but she thought that the fullness, the
heaviness, the slight but undeniable sagging, only added to their desirability.
After all, having turned thirty she could hardly expect to be as pert as when
she was eighteen. And, of course, when she was eighteen she was not as
worldly-wise as she was now: everything comes with a price after all!. Her gaze
continued over her softly rounded belly to her mound. Her smooth, shaven,
mound. She wondered just how long it was since she had had any pretensions to a
bush of any kind. Certainly the years of shaving, of waxing had given brief
discomforts but the inevitable effect of the continued assault on her lower
regions had finally had the effect of giving her a very minimum growth. A low
maintenance growth, she thought, and smiled. After all, she loved to feel her
smoothness and she knew that her partners had always enjoyed the sensation. The
touch of fingers, especially her own fingers, on her full lips, her moist inner
lips, and especially her prominent clitoris, always excited her. She always
thought of her soft moist areas as her ‘special’ place, her special ‘pleasure’.
After all, how many people had told her, over the years, that she had a superb
pussy, a superb cunt. Finally satisfied with her self inspection she had to
agree with her initial thoughts: she did have a desirable body.

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Now it was time. She stepped forward into the icy cold shower, feeling the
biting needles of water hitting her front, her tits, her nipples, making them
hard and erect. Not perhaps the hardness of arousal, not as sensitive as that,
but nevertheless pleasurable. The cold stream ran down over her belly and into
and around her folds, making them less heated, less engorged than just a few
brief moments ago. She shivered at the coldness but continued, turning round in
the shower for a full five minutes, as was her usual custom. Then she turned on
the hot water, grateful to feel a warmth seep into her. The cold punishing
needles of the first few minutes changed into warm, hot, pulses across her
shoulders and down her back as she slowly began to soap herself. Satisfied she
turned around and allowed the fine spray to concentrate on her tits, on her
nipples which responded to this new sensation with a pleasing fullness, a
pleasing surge of sensation. As she soaped her front, lifting each tit in turn
and soaping around it, enjoying the pleasure, she felt an increasing warmth in
her loins. As always, she enjoyed the luxury of the hot water, moving slowly,
reluctantly, from her heavy tits down to her waiting labia.

Slowly she parted the enfolding lips and searched, deliberately, slowly, for the
hardness of her clitoris, before she continued her lathering, slowly continuing
down her legs until she had laved every inch of her long smooth legs and
smoothly pedicured feet.

Reluctantly she stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself. Checking
the time she realised that there was at least an hour before she had to get
dressed and ready to go out with her current partner. Current partner, she
thought, what a way to describe her present lover. He was not only strikingly
attractive, certainly to women, but, she suspected, also to men as well. He was
a considerate, gentle and inventive lover who never failed to leave her fully
satisfied. But, there was something lacking. After escaping from her marriage
and moving, not only out of the State, but out of the country, she had had a
succession of lovers, male and female, but in sexual terms none had begun to
approach the skills and pleasures her husband had brought to her. What a pity
that, in all other ways, he had been a complete and utter bastard, she thought.
The things they did together were, had been, pleasurable but his increasing
addiction to gambling and drink had finally driven her away. Dammit, she
thought, no time to think of those days, those times. Perhaps one day she would
spend a few hours, more than a few even, in her recollections, but today,
tonight, was for the present.

She walked into her bedroom, naked and glowing from the shower, and lay on her
bed, luxuriating in the softness, slowly cupping a breast as she lay there
thinking about the events of the coming evening. Certainly she was looking
forward to the outing, even though it was something a little outside her
experience. She was not too clear on how the invitation had arisen, but,
driving home from the office with Andy a week ago, he had announced that they
were going to a small dinner party the following weekend.

They both worked for the same company, a small concern specialising in
electronic and communication products, he as an accountant and she as a computer
programmer and analyst. In her job she tended to keep very much to her
immediate group and as such was only slightly aware of the owners of the
company, although, of course, Andy had much more contact with them both. She
frowned as she concentrated and tried to recollect a few facts about them. A
married couple, Gerald and Samantha Nielsen, or was it Svensen, she wasn’t too sure.
No matter, she did think that they were probably Scandinavians and that was near
enough for her. Andy had told her that Gerald and Samantha had invited them to a
small, ‘intimate’ dinner and she was to be ready to make a good impression: he
was seeking a promotion and, as in all businesses, he felt that good
relationships could do no harm to one’s career progress. She was unclear on how
many had been invited to the grand and secluded house where their hosts lived
but expected a small gathering, perhaps four or five couples at most.

Enough thinking, Lady Sonia felt that she had to concentrate on her own feelings for
a time. As her thoughts had wondered her hand was alternately cupping and
squeezing her breast, her left breast, which for reasons she had never fully
understood, was her ‘favorite’. Slowly her other had moved towards the swollen
and hardening nipple and began to slowly tease it. Lady Sonia always enjoyed the
sensation of working on, working with, her nipples and this time was no
different. As she became more aroused she began to move and squeeze her thighs
together, giving her another pleasurable sensation to combine with that
radiating from her breast. As her fingers worked on the nipple, now dark red
and fully engorged, she knew that it was time to lift her breast towards her
waiting, moist, lips. She bent her head forward and her tongue eagerly flicked
across the sensitive end of the nipple. Mmmmmmmmm! This she liked! Moving her
head a little more she managed to fasten her lips around the teat and, gently
nipping it with her teeth, she began to slowly suck herself. Bliss! Sucking
her own nipple, her own tit, was a special moment and at times like this she was
glad that her tits, already big at eighteen, had begun to droop, giving her the
chance to pull them towards her mouth. She continued for a while before
changing to her other breast, until, reluctantly, she stopped, feeling that it
was time to prepare, to dress for the evening.

What to wear was a problem, and yet not a problem. She had an extensive
wardrobe with dresses, outfits, shoes, whatever for pretty much every occasion.
It was going to be a warm evening, after all it was late summer, and as she was
certain the meal would be indoors there was little need to dress in anything too
substantial. Shoes, well, there was a problem. Lady Sonia had always had a shoe
fetish since her first sexual experiences with another girl, when she was barely
seventeen. She had a collection of styles, colors heel heights in almost every
conceivable combination. Something strappy and high seemed to be a good idea.

But first, an application of a lightly scented body cream was essential. Lady Sonia
had always taken a pride in her personal appearance and treated her body with
considerable care. Nothing too over-powering, she thought, after all some
people were sensitive to an excess of perfume. Underwear was not a problem,
something small, very small, of course, something very feminine, of course.
Hose, perhaps not, after all it was a warm evening, and was likely to be warmer
inside!.

Lady Sonia smiled happily as she prepared herself.

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 2 – The Dinner

It was almost eight o’clock. They smiled nervously at one another as they drove
up the road to the big house. Andy had already told Lady Sonia that, when Gerald had
invited them, he had specified the time and suggested that they arrive then ‘if
they knew what was good for them’. It was probably a hint that punctuality was
a virtue that was admired in the company, and it seemed only reasonable to make
sure that they started the evening off on the right foot.

Andy had dressed casually in jeans and light shirt, whilst Lady Sonia had decided to
wear a light, short, dress, with matching, high heeled, strappy sandals. Lady Sonia
felt that the thin straps across her painted toes showed off her light golden
tan to maximum effect. To a casual observer they could have been young couple
out for a walk on a warm summers evening, but they knew differently. They knew
that an invite such as this was special, as their hosts were known around the
village for being aloof, even arrogant. In fact, as far as anyone knew, no one
from the village had ever been invited up to the house.

A feeling of anticipation ran through them as they arrived at the main door and
rang the bell. The door was opened almost immediately by someone who could
only be the lady of the house, which surprised Lady Sonia. Judging by the size of
the house and grounds she felt sure that there would be some staff to assist in
running things

‘Do not worry my dear’, Samantha, sensing Lady Sonia’s bewilderment, explained, ‘I’ve
given the staff the weekend off, after all, we don’t want to be disturbed do
we?’

As she spoke, she stepped from behind the door. Lady Sonia and Andy were quite
stunned by the sight of her. Dressed in a long dress, slit up to the thigh, and
tightly fitting around her ample bust, Samantha made a fine, a fetching, sight.
The slit in her dress revealed that she was wearing, unusually for the time of
year, a pair of black patent knee high, spike heeled boots. She was wearing
around her neck what appeared to be a narrow, black, soft leather collar with
some sort of silver attachment.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry, Mrs, err…’, said Lady Sonia, ‘we thought this was an informal
occasion. Had we known we would have dressed more appropriately’. Lady Sonia nudged
Andy, whose eyes were fixing on the attractive figure before him.

‘No my dear, there is no need for you to worry about that’, Samantha smiled, ‘it
won’t be a problem for us I’m sure.’ There was something about the glint in her
eye as spoke that made them both wonder exactly what on earth it was that she
meant.

Samantha led the way to a large room. As they entered, her husband came through
the large, windowed, doors which were opened onto sweeping lawns. He was
dressed rather more casually than his wife.

‘Let me introduce you to my husband, Gerald’, Samantha smiled and turned towards him,
‘and, by the way, do call me Samantha, for now anyway.’

Gerald came towards them smiling and offering his hand to Lady Sonia. She smiled at
him and offered hers in return. His grip was firm, strong, indeed, very strong.
‘So pleased to meet you, my dear, and this is your partner is it?’ He released
her hand and approached Andy.

‘My dear, do forgive me’, Samantha smiled at Lady Sonia, ‘I should have introduced
myself properly.’ She offered Lady Sonia her smoothly manicured hand and held Lady Sonia
in a firm grip, gently squeezing her fingers. As she released hand her finger
tips lightly brushed against the palm of Lady Sonia’s hand. Lady Sonia felt a slight,
almost imperceptible, but undeniable, tremor at the contact. Clearly Samantha was
making some kind on statement.

‘Now, a drink for you both?’ Gerald took over the proceedings.

‘Just a tonic water for me’, Lady Sonia spoke shyly.

‘Come, come, my dear girl, do have something a little stronger. A drop of gin
with your tonic perhaps? And you? You’ll have one won’t you my love?’ Gerald
raised his eyebrows at his wife.

‘Yes please, but you always know what I want don’t you?’ Samantha smiled at her
husband. Lady Sonia noticed the look between them but thought no more of it for the
moment.’

‘Andy, what can I get you?’ Gerald turned, ‘Andy?’. But Andy was not listening,
he was staring at his hostess.

Samantha had sat down and crossed her long legs. As she had done so the slit in
her dress had fallen further apart, revealing more of her smooth white thigh,
starkly contrasting with the black leather of her boot. Andy blushed as he
realised he had been caught, and stuttered that he would like a whisky if that
would be all right.

‘Oh Andy, Andy don’t be so embarrassed, we’re all adults after all’, Samantha
smiled as she patted the seat beside her, ‘Now come sit next to me and enjoy
your drink’

Andy sat nervously on the edge of the seat as Gerald handed him the drink, a very
large drink.

As this was going on Lady Sonia was admiring the room which was much larger than she
had expected. In fact it could probably contain the whole of the small, two
bedroom, apartment that she and Andy shared. She sipped her drink as she took
in the splendor of the room.

As she stood looking out of the big picture window, she was aware of a movement
behind her. She turned to see Gerald, smiling down at her. His tall, broad frame
towered over her.

‘It’s a wonderful view isn’t it? he asked, moving closer.

‘Y-y-yes’, Lady Sonia managed to reply. She was a little overcome by these, to her,
unnatural surroundings. Even so, she was excited by the way this man looked
down at her, with his natural air of superiority.

‘Come and sit down and let us have a little talk’, Gerald took her arm and led her
to another seat, ‘by the way,. my dear, did I mention that I love your outfit?
Those sandals compliment your feet perfectly.’

Lady Sonia blushed, becoming aware of the effect he was having on her, feeling
butterflies in her stomach, which she had not known since she first met Andy.
She looked across to where Andy sat now. Samantha actually had her hand at the top
of his thigh!

‘Yes, this house has belonged to relatives of ours for very many years. I often
visited as a child and know the place inside out.’ Gerald smiled at Lady Sonia and
moved closer to her. ‘We have a huge, I think you would call it, wine cellar.
Perhaps we could show you after dinner?’

‘Oh yes we’d like that wouldn’t we Lady Sonia?’ Andy had turned to look at Lady Sonia,
and noticed the look in her eyes. He knew that look, one he had not seen since
they had first met. This time, he knew, it wasn’t for him. Despite himself he
felt a stirring in his loins. He blushed as he realised he was growing hard at
the thought of Lady Sonia, his Lady Sonia, being with someone else. But then Samantha was
giving him a lot of attention, so perhaps it was to be a different night for
both of them. He smiled inwardly at the thought. He realised that Lady Sonia was,
most likely, just as willing to explore the possibilities.

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Dinner was a light meal, with plenty of wine, and completed by coffee and then
liqueurs all round. Despite drinking perhaps a little too much during the meal,
both Lady Sonia and Andy had noticed that their hosts had not only been flirting with
them both, but had been exchanging knowing glances between themselves. However,
by the end of the meal neither of them noticed the nods and smiles between Gerald
and Samantha, as if some personal, private, decision had been made

Back in the main room, where they had been earlier, Andy sat next to Samantha, with
Lady Sonia and Gerald on a large deep sofa opposite. The room was lit entirely by
candles, their soft glow and the heady combination of alcohol added to the feel
of the room. There was an atmosphere, a tenseness, in the room, and both Andy
and Lady Sonia wondered what the next step was to be. Neither dared to make a move
for themselves, it would not be proper, they were both quite happy to follow the
lead of their hosts.

The small talk from dinner continued as they sat and continued drinking but it
soon became a little more specific, with sexual comments and innuendoes. Andy
became, aware once again, of Samantha’s hand resting on his thigh, and turned to
look at her aware that she was staring intently at him. He broke his gaze to
look across at Lady Sonia, knowing this was the moment, knowing that he somehow
needed her approval before this could go on. She looked back at him, as if
considering the situation, there was no doubt she knew what he was asking, and
finally she smiled at him, and nodded her head. Turning back to Samantha, he leant
towards her, and made to kiss her, but she shook her head.

‘No Andy, that is not how it is going to be. You play by our rules or not at
all’

Confused he sat back

‘And what rules would they be’, he asked, not sure what she had meant.

‘Myself and Gerald both have rather, shall we say, unconventional tastes’, she
explained, ‘or, rather, they may seem unconventional to you. But, and you must
believe me, the highs, the pleasures, that can be achieved are quite
incredible.’

Samantha paused and looked across at Lady Sonia. ‘To us, our tastes are conventional.
So, if you feel you can trust us, I, we, can introduce you both to sexual highs
that you cannot even dream about.’

Andy looked across at Lady Sonia, who had leant forward and was listening intently, a
look of fear, excitement and interest on her face. He caught her eye, and once
again she gave a slight nod of her head, but no smile this time, her fear of the
unknown prevented that. The sexual tension in the room tangible, and Andy knew
that he had to let himself go, had to find out what Samantha was talking about.
Finally he turned to her and smiled.

‘So, Samantha, where do we begin?’

Smiling, Samantha stood and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. As she did so,
Gerald also pulled Lady Sonia to her feet.

‘Remove all of your clothes now! Strip naked, both of you,’ Samantha commanded,
‘and kneel before us’

Lady Sonia started to protest, but remembered what Samantha had said earlier about
trusting them. In a curious way she did. After all she reflected, this seems
rather like some of my adventures years ago when I was still married.

Both Lady Sonia and Andy quickly stripped, and knelt before their hosts, as they had
been instructed. Immediately their hosts moved, Gerald behind Lady Sonia and Samantha
behind Andy, and applied, strapped, a leather blindfold to each.

‘This is the first part of the trust we asked of you, and you have both done
well’ Samantha took charge of the proceedings. ‘Now, you remember we promised to
show you our little wine cellar? That is where we are going now. When we get
you there you will find that it is rather different to any you may have seen
before”

The naked couple were helped to their feet and walked, led, slowly through the
house, with Gerald leading Lady Sonia by the hand. She could feel cold flagstones on
the soles of her bare feet as they started to descend steps to some lower level.
Her full nipples were hardening with the cold, but, somehow, her nakedness, her
vulnerability, excited her, even the fear of what was to come excited her. She
knew that, whatever was to happen, she had never felt this way before. She felt
a trickle of her wetness dribble down her leg as she walked, her smooth labia
doing nothing to retain or hide the signs of her arousal.

Andy followed with Samantha. He was somewhat embarrassed to be paraded like this,
especially as his body was, he thought, not as presentable as it was in the
past. What did Samantha see in him, he wondered, and, more to the point what was
in store for them?

Intruding on their thoughts, they heard a door being opened. They stepped into
a cold room, although they were aware of a heat source, possibly an open fire,
off to one side.

‘Now kneel before us again, and we shall remove the blindfolds.’ For the first
time in all of this Gerald had spoken.

Andy was aware of Lady Sonia beside him as they knelt, and reached out and squeezed
her hand slightly.

‘Do that again and you will be punished.’ Samantha said, her tone harsh.
Immediately their hands parted.

Lady Sonia knelt expectantly. Then she felt hands unstrapping the leather, the soft
leather, blindfold, removing it.

Finally, she was completely, totally naked: her and she could see the room. Her
eyes widened in surprise. There was no longer any doubt in her mind, this wine
cellar was unlike anything she could ever have imagined.

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The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 3 – In the Cellar.

Lady Sonia and Andy could do nothing but look around the room and the strange
apparatus and fittings that were visible even though the room was dimly lit.
Dimly lit indeed, with small lamps and the glow from a large open fire on one
side of the room. There were no windows visible, in fact, judging by the number
of steps they had walked down they were well below ground level. The room, no,
the cellar, was surprising in its size, wide and long with a high ceiling. As
they looked around it became more apparent that this was no ordinary cellar, no
ordinary room. It was nothing other than what appeared to be a fully equipped
dungeon, something almost from another age.

Samantha spoke harshly, ‘Stay there and do not move and listen very carefully
indeed!’

She and Gerald moved together to a pair of soft leather chairs that were placed
almost casually against the wall nearest Lady Sonia. They sat down without a sound
and stared at their naked guests for several minutes.

‘Now, we shall give you our rules here’ Gerald spoke quietly, in a tone which
suggested that he was used to giving orders and having those orders obeyed.
‘From this moment on you will speak only when we speak to you, and you will
always call us either Master, or Mistress. You will never look directly at us
unless we order it. Any failure to obey will be punished, and punished hard
indeed.’

He paused to let the words sink in, and, despite themselves, Lady Sonia and Andy kept
their eyes downcast and away from their captors faces. Captors? There was no
other way to describe their situation, they were kneeling, naked and obedient,
in front of two strong and dominant people, and there was no easy way for them
to move or escape. They had, after all come down here voluntarily and as far as
they could tell the only door had been locked as they came in.

‘Now, Gerald my dear, we shall treat the lady first’, Samantha looked at Lady Sonia, ‘and
you shall see what small delights await you. Stand up now.’

Lady Sonia stood, and, despite herself, her long legs trembled. She kept her head
bowed, afraid to move unless she caused some offence.

‘Walk in front of me, my dear, head high and arms straight by your sides.’

Lady Sonia walked slowly across the room towards the far wall.

‘Stop!’, the order was harsh. ‘Do you notice anything there, my dear, in front
of you?’

‘No, I don’t think so’ Lady Sonia answered, and, remembering quickly, ‘Mistress.’

‘Look carefully and you will see a door in the corner.’

Lady Sonia looked and, sure enough, a small door was indeed at the end of the wall,
in the corner, a door with a steel grill set high in it.

‘Yes Mistress, I see it now, Mistress.’

‘Go to it and stand there.’

Lady Sonia obeyed and stood naked and motionless in front of the door. A chill went
through her as she thought she heard a slight sound, almost a moan, and
definitely human. Yes, she thought, definitely a voice, no, voices, male and
female, very quiet but nevertheless voices, whispering.

Samantha came to her side and listened herself. She banged the door with her fist
and shouted ‘Silence, you know the penalties for disobeying me!’ The noises
ceased immediately.

Samantha addressed Lady Sonia again.

‘My dear, those are where my special guests are quartered. You may perhaps meet
them when it pleases me.’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’ Lady Sonia replied humbly.

‘Come let me take you round my room.’

As she spoke Samantha pushed Lady Sonia towards the side next to the door, beginning a
clockwise tour. All along the wall were arranged various lengths of chain,
straps and ropes, all neatly hanging in their place. A selection of cuffs,
steel, leather, padded and unpadded were neatly stored. Next to those Lady Sonia saw
some long metal bars, of different lengths, all with loops at each end and short
lengths of chain attached to them in the middle of each. There seemed to be an
endless supply of tools, of apparatus, all apparently designed to constrain, to
hold, and some even to hurt the recipient.

‘You like what you see, do you, my dear?’

‘Yes Mistress, I do!’, Lady Sonia croaked, her throat dry partly with fear and partly
with anticipation. She remembered her various experiments with bondage before
she had met Andy, and how her former husband had used her. Some of her
experiences were not good, but the general memory of those times was one of
strange and undeniable pleasures. She knew and understood what these devices
were for even though the selection was greater than she had ever seen before.
The sight of those familiar straps made her feel aroused despite her situation,
a moistness between her legs that, even by her standards, was more than normal.

‘Stop, slut!’ The voice was harsh.

‘What is the matter with you now, your nipples have swollen! Open your legs -
now!’

Lady Sonia stood stock still and opened her legs slightly.

‘Wider, slut, wider.’

Lady Sonia opened her legs as wide as she could, feeling the air between her legs and
on her damp, swollen, labia.

Samantha stood behind her and put one hand round and cupped Lady Sonia’s left breast,
lifting it and letting it fall.

‘Mmmmm, so nice and heavy, we shall have some fun with those sweet tits soon, my
lady’, her voice was slightly husky, and not as harsh as just a few moments
before. The other breast was cupped and squeezed and let fall, the weight of
the tits making them bounce slightly as they fell to their normal position.

‘Yes, we shall definitely have a lot of pleasure here. Do you object?’

Lady Sonia answered quickly, her own voice also a little husky, ‘Whatever pleases
you, my Mistress.’

‘What do you want slut?’

‘Mistress, please, I want you to play with my tits, pull them and hurt them if
that pleases you and Master.’

‘Let me check you more closely now’, a hand slowly felt between Lady Sonia’s open
legs. ‘Oh, what have we here?’ Samantha murmured, ‘You seem so wet.’ As she spoke
her fingers opened the wet swollen lips wide and one finger moved unerringly to
the small bud of the rapidly thickening clitoris. ‘Oh, yes, a slut indeed, so
wet and soft.’ The probing fingers continued, until two, or was it three,
fingers were slowly insinuated into Lady Sonia’s unresisting vagina.

‘Ah ha, you like that too do you my little slut?’, questioned her tormentor.

‘Yes Mistress, I do.’ Lady Sonia knew it was no good protesting and that whatever was
happening was inevitable.

‘Good, tell me exactly what you like my little slut, exactly what you like!’

Lady Sonia thought carefully about her reply, she understood that she was going to be
fully humiliated, or worse, and her memories of similar events when she was
married flooded into her mind.

‘Yes Mistress, I like you feeling me, I like you feeling my clit. I like you, I
like you… feeling my cunt, Mistress.’

‘Really, is that all, bitch?’

Lady Sonia was frightened, had she said too much, or not enough. Probably not
enough, she thought, hoped!

‘Mistress, I like you playing with my swollen clit, and my wet cunt, I am yours
to use as you wish Mistress.’

Lady Sonia sighed with relief as the answer came.

‘Good, you have done well. You may be rewarded later. Let us continue our
little tour.’

Along the next wall Lady Sonia saw some more complicated equipment. The cross, the
St Andrews cross was easily recognised, but there were some frames with
arrangements of pulleys and ropes that could only be used to hold the victim in
some form of torment, stretched, suspended or whatever the Master or Mistress
wished. Along the third wall there were several sets of stocks, designed to
hold the prisoner in various totally exposed positions, and at the end was a
pillory which seemed to have sufficient adjustments to make life very
uncomfortable for someone. All along the wall were endless sets of loops and
hooks, Lady Sonia presumed that these were for restraining in some manner or other.
Finally, along the last wall, next to the chairs, but on the other side to the
fire, was what could only be a rack, large wide and long with pulleys ropes and
bars for every conceivable use. And, what was that, on the other side of the
fireplace, in the furthest corner was what could only be a wooden horse, a
wooden pony, a device she knew from previous experience, could be very very
uncomfortable, very uncomfortable indeed..

‘You like what you see, slut?’ The question from Gerald shocked Lady Sonia, who had
almost forgotten his presence.

‘Y-y-yes Master, yes Master’, she stuttered.

Her new Mistress spoke again, ‘My dear, you didn’t look up did you?’

‘No, Mistress. May I do so Mistress?’

The answer was more an instruction than an affirmative and Lady Sonia immediately
looked up. Hanging from the ceiling were a number of ropes, chains and bars and
it was clear than any or all of these could easily be used for restraint as and
when desired.

‘Now my dear, move to the center of the room and stand on that stage.’

Lady Sonia looked, and realised that the centre of the room was in fact slightly
raised and had various hooks around the edge, obviously for later use.

‘Your first lesson will begin!’, Samantha ordered. ‘Stand with your legs wide and
your hands behind your head!’

Lady Sonia obeyed, aware that her wetness was very obvious and, with her arms high,
her heavy breasts were jutting out emphasising the swollen nipples, set
sosweetly in the center of her large dark brown areolae.

‘Stand still, slut, and remember that this is the position you will hold at all
times unless I order otherwise.’

‘Yes Mistress.’ Lady Sonia breathed a sigh of relief, fearing more severe
punishment. She stood for a while and then, despite herself, she eased her
position slightly.

‘Slut, you moved. Moved without permission!’ Samantha came across and slapped
Lady Sonia’s heavy tits, one after the other until they glowed red and seemed to
bounce uncontrollably.

‘You need some assistance I can see’, and, as she was saying this, Lady Sonia heard
the chink of chains being lowered down above her. Samantha grabbed Lady Sonia’s right
wrist and quickly strapped a thick leather cuff around it, then the left wrist
was treated similarly. The cuffed wrists were hooked, fixed in some way, to the
chains. Kneeling down she fixed a spreader bar and cuffs to Lady Sonia’s ankles.
Lady Sonia felt the chains tightening and her arms were drawn tightly over her head
until she was stood on tip toe.

‘Now, my little bitch, my slut, you can stand like this while you miserable
partner is given his instructions by the Master.’

Lady Sonia knew she had to respond, but all she could do was to murmur ‘Thank you
Mistress, thank you.’

She knew that she was held firmly and even as the ache in her arms grew she knew
that the strain of standing on tip toe would be worse. She dreamed of wearing
her heels again, at least there would be some relief. Little did she know that
some of the torments to come would answer her thoughts, but in a much harsher
way than she could dream.

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 4 – Andy in Training

Andy knelt, head bowed towards the stone floor, listening to the sounds of Lady Sonia
and Samantha moving about the of the room. He could not resist raising his head a
little to see what was going on, and he watched as best he could while his lover
was paraded around, until he felt a strong hand on the back of his head, pushing
it back down into position.

‘Your time will come Andy, now keep your head down, or you will make it worse
for yourself.’ Gerald’s voice, quietly, almost soothingly, but with an edge of
menace, came from beside him. Andy kept his head down for the rest of the time
that Lady Sonia was being shown around. In spite of himself, he could feel a rush of
blood to his loins and felt his cock start to harden slightly once more. He
knew that there was no point fighting it, knew that his desires were about to be
uncovered, and revealed to him. Desires that he had kept to himself for a long
time. Desires he had not even discussed with Lady Sonia.

His thoughts of what was to come were interrupted when he heard Samantha speak.

‘Now, my little bitch, my slut, you can stand like this while your miserable
partner is given his instructions by the Master.’

He almost raised his head at these words, but remembering what Gerald had said
earlier, he managed to catch himself just in time, and remained kneeling with
his head bowed.

‘Now, Andy it is time for you to be shown around. Raise your head, and stand.’
Gerald’s voice came from behind him.

As he stood his eyes moved around the room, taking it in, and then he saw Lady Sonia,
exposed on the small raised stage. He saw how her legs were held apart by a
metal pole attached to both ankles, and how she was forced to stand on tip-toes.
It was obvious that to all intents and purposes she was suspended in the air.
His eyes widened , and his semi-erect cock gave an involuntary tremor as he saw
how Lady Sonia had been treated. Suddenly his view was blocked as Gerald came to stand
in front of him.

‘You did well to stay knelt for that length of time, Andy,’ Gerald smiled, ‘with
only one minor infraction. However from now on I will not be so forgiving. No
more errors, do you hear me?’

‘Yes Sir,’

Gerald reached out and grabbed Andy’s right nipple, twisting it viciously. ‘What
is the correct response?’

‘Yes Master, sorry Master.’ Andy corrected himself immediately, feeling relief
as his nipple was released.

‘Let that be a lesson to you, my slave!’

Gerald stood back and inspected Andy, walking all around him, looking him up and
down. Once again, in spite of himself, Andy felt his organ start to rise.

‘Have you ever been with a man before slave?’ Gerald, with a glint in his eye,
asked as he stood in front of him.

‘No Master, I haven’t’ Andy replied, not altogether convincingly. Nobody knew,
he was sure, but he had always taken an interest, an intense interest, in the
goings on in some mens rooms. His eyes had often roamed around the changing
room at the gym. In fact he had often wondered what it would be like to go with
a man, but had never taken that step. He wondered if this was to be the night.

Almost immediately his thoughts were answered when he heard Gerald say ‘Well we
shall have to see what we can do about that shan’t we? I can see you are not
turned off by the idea.’

Andy looked at Gerald staring at his hardened cock. As he circled him, he slapped
a riding crop against the back of his leg. Reaching out with the crop, Gerald
trailed it over Andy’s cock, slowly starting on the topmost side, stroking it
along to the dark red swollen tip. Finally he trailed it around the pronounced
rim and down along the underside. As he reached the base Gerald could not resist
flicking it over the pendulous balls. Andy felt his cock strain at this new
touch, and hoped he could control himself, sensing that to cum would be
punished. Probably severely punished. Gerald, perhaps sensing this, gave a last
flick, and then the crop was gone from his balls.

Gerald moved round behind him. ‘Bend and touch your toes slave, and prepare for
inspection.’

As he did so Andy saw the Gerald’s feet close behind him. He felt a cold
sensation on his puckered hole, as some kind of lubrication was applied. This
did not worry him, as he had touched himself in this way many times before, and
had even used a dildo at times. Even so he had never been touched there by any
one else, not even Lady Sonia in some of their wilder moments. Finally he felt
Gerald’s middle finger, or perhaps fingers, enter him, pushing gently, until
finally it, they, was all the way in, and he felt himself being probed.

‘Good, good, plenty of room for play there. If you have not been with a man
before you must have used a dildo on yourself. Am I correct?’

‘Yes Master.’, Andy blushed, realising that Lady Sonia would now know too.

‘Good!’ Gerald beamed and turned to his wife, who had watched and listened for the
whole of the inspection. ‘You want to inspect our new toy too, my love? He
seems almost perfect for us, in fact they both do.’

‘Why thank you my dear! Perhaps you should introduce yourself properly to
Lady Sonia.’, Samantha smiled at her husband, ‘Inspect her while I examine this
specimen.’

Immediately Gerald turned on his heel, and walked across to where Lady Sonia hung.

Andy turned his attention were turned to Samantha as she approached, her dress
flowing and her spike heels tapping on the stone floor as she did.

‘Were you watching me approach slave?’ Samantha snapped.

‘No Mistress’ he replied, remembering too late the instructions he had been
given earlier. He hoped that Samantha had not noticed his furtive look.

Samantha reached down and took Andy by the balls, squeezing tightly, her painted
nails digging into their underside. Andy gasped with the pain, but could not
resist the feeling as his erection intensified.

‘Don’t you ever lie to me again slave!! That is the worst thing you can do.
Punishment will be both swift and painful, understand?’ Samantha hissed in his ear.

‘Yes, Mistress’ Andy gasped as the torment continued.

‘Now, were you watching me?’ Samantha asked again, with more force in her voice.

‘Yes, Mistress. I was Mistress!!’ there was fear in his voice now.

‘That’s better, and don’t think just because you have been honest with me that
it means you will not be punished’ she warned. With this she released his balls
and moved to the side of the room, returning with what appeared to be a whip
with a number of separate strands. Lady Sonia would have recognised it as a
short-tail.

‘Now bend down, grab your ankles, and accept what you deserve, what you perhaps
truly want and need!’

Andy obeyed. As he did so he glanced up the room, and caught a brief sight of
Gerald touching Lady Sonia, touching her between the legs, and he shuddered at the
thought of what she was going through. Little did he know that she was
enjoying, lusting for, the attention she was receiving. More, her juices were
flowing copiously. Her excitement was growing with each of the pegs that Gerald
was attaching to her swollen labia.

Andy became more aware of his own position by the first blow from the
short-tail, which landed firmly and squarely across his widely exposed ass. It
was stinging like nothing he had known before. Even so, once the sting had
subsided a warmth overcame him, only to be replaced by the sting from the next
blow. Six times in total the tails struck his tender cheeks and each time he
gasped and cried out with the pain.

‘Now stand up my sweet slave-boy, and look at me’ Samantha returned to stand wide
legged in front of him. ‘You took that well – considering.’ She smiled at him.

‘At least I think I am right. This is the first time you have enjoyed such
sweet pleasures?’ Samantha stared intently, fixing her gaze on his tear stained
eyes.

‘Yes Mistress, it is Mistress’ Andy gasped.

‘Well I think we are going to have to take your training one step at a time, but
you have pleased me so far, despite your disobedience.’

Her eyes dropped to his cock, which by now was straining. He had never known it
to be this hard, this swollen and with the head felt ready to burst. He had
begun to enjoy, intensely enjoy, the pleasure he was getting from his
predicament. He craved more and more as Samantha stared at his erection. His ass
still glowed warmly from the flogging, as a reminder of what would happen if he
forgot the rules again.

Samantha moved closer to him and took his swollen cock gently in her hand, teasing
along it’s length with her nails.

‘Is this the effect I had on you when we were upstairs slave? When you caught
sight of my naked thighs? Did you grow hard for me then?’ Samantha paused in her
questioning. ‘Did you wonder what it would be like to push that hardness into
me?’

‘Yes Mistress, I did.’ Andy felt he had to be honest.

‘And did you wonder if that is what was waiting for you tonight? If that was
why we had invited you here?’ she asked. Samantha took a firmer grip on his shaft
and started to stroke, trailing her long, red painted, nails along and under the
rim.

‘Oh yes Mistress, yes I did.’ Andy replied, almost a little too eagerly.

‘Well you were wrong,’ Samantha hissed, ‘that miserable thing is not worthy of my
wetness! Until you have been trained a lot more you will never get it near me,
and certainly not tonight!’ With this she released his cock, which she had
skilfully bought close to the point of no return with her stroking. She stood
back looking at the trace of pre-cum glistening on the end of his erection.

‘Now it is time to show you our little pleasure palace. I usually like to lead
my slaves by their cocks, but I suspect that you will make a mess of my hand if
I do that right now, so I shall have to try something else.’

Samantha turned on her heel, her needle spiked heel, and moved once again to the
side wall. Andy took advantage of her turned back to see what fate had befallen
Lady Sonia. He was shocked to see that the Gerald had covered her shaven labia and
jutting tits with clothes pins. Her mouth appeared to be filled with what could
only be a ball attached to some kind of harness. Lady Sonia’s head was thrown back
so that he could not see her eyes.

The sound of the spiked heels returning, bought his eyes back to the floor, as
he awaited her return.

‘Lift your head’ Samantha ordered.

He obeyed and saw that she stood in front of him with a small collar and leash.
She moved towards him and strapped the collar round the root of his erect cock,
cinching it tight around his sac, before attaching the leash to it. ‘Now I shall
show you some of the pleasures that we have in store for you, as you are new to
this, I shall permit you to ask any questions you want, about anything you see.
But, be warned this is the only time you will be given this opportunity, is that
clear?’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress’ Andy replied, still aware of the strength of
his erection.

‘Excellent!’ Samantha smiled. ‘Follow me’.

She set off around the room, leading him as she went, pointing out various
pieces of equipment to him, and answering his questions as they occurred.
Finally brought him, with the collar still firmly strapped around his swollen
cock, to stand in front of Lady Sonia and Gerald, before ordering him to kneel at her
side.

Andy obeyed without question, and knelt with his back straight, and head bowed,
not daring to look at Lady Sonia or the attentions she had been given while he had
been with his Mistress.

Cuckolding Housewife Lady Sonia

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 5 – The Decision

Andy stayed motionless as ordered, but he could hear soft moans from Lady Sonia. He
knew that his new Master and Mistress had gone over to her and were, he
imagined, inspecting her torment in greater detail.

As he knelt and waited, Lady Sonia watched her captors walk towards her. Gerald stood
in front of her and she could see that, judging by the bulge in his trousers, he
was quite excited, quite aroused, by her predicament. She wondered if he was
going to make use of her, now, or later. Despite herself she couldn’t help
wondering what it would be like, and she glanced across to Andy. He was still
kneeling but even now, after his whipping, his cock was standing proud, hard and
swollen; even harder, it seemed, than it had ever been when they had made love.

Lady Sonia’s thoughts were disturbed by Samantha, who had moved behind her. ‘Do those
little pegs hurt you, my dear?’.

Lady Sonia, unable to speak, nodded her head.

‘Would you like me to remove them?’ Lady Sonia nodded again and tried to speak
through her gag.

Samantha looked at her husband for his reaction.

‘Oh yes my dear, you love doing that so much, I know!’.

With his approval, Lady Sonia could feel the warm soft hand of Samantha, her new
Mistress, move round her body and cup her tormented right breast.

‘Mmmmmmm, how nicely it glows with those pegs, perhaps you really like them
after all!’. As Samantha spoke she removed the pegs around the tormented breast
one by one, not gently but more by pulling them so that, as they relinquished
their firm embrace, of the tender flesh they snapped shut. They left her breast
with a final gentle click. As the pegs were removed Lady Sonia slowly regained some
sensation in her pinched flesh. Only the final peg, firmly on her nipple,
remained.

‘Would you like this’, Samantha flicked the final peg, ‘to be removed as well, my
Dear?’

Again, Lady Sonia nodded, by this time her eyes wet with tears.

‘I warn you, when this peg comes off it will hurt more than it does now!’

Lady Sonia felt the grip of the peg ease on her swollen throbbing red nipple and, as
it did, she felt the blood pulsing into the bruised flesh. Samantha was right, as
the blood flowed the pain in her nipple surged and pounded before it slowly
subsided.

‘There, my sweet, you see, not too bad after all was it?’

Lady Sonia could only shake her head.

Then, without any warning she felt Samantha’s hand cup and squeeze her breast,
gently kneading it and slowly, so slowly, so very slowly, teasing her nipple
into full hardness again. Despite herself, Lady Sonia shuddered. Her extended
position, on tip toe was becoming quite painful; her toes could ease the
tensions only a little. As the pleasure of the fondling continued, the
uncontrollable shudders she made had the effect of relaxing her legs and making
her suspended position more and more uncomfortable.

‘Oh, yes, you see, you like that, you like that a lot, don’t you?’. Samantha
murmured.

Lady Sonia nodded again.

‘Let us lower her slightly, shall we, she can stand on her feet, take the strain
off her toes and relax a little.’ Gerald spoke for the first time, ‘Oh, yes,’ he
looked at Samantha, ‘if we remove her gag, she will learn how to speak to her
superiors too.’

Lady Sonia was silently grateful as the chain was eased and her weight could be taken
on her feet rather than her toes. Her poor toes, they ached so much now that
she wondered how she had ever managed to handle the pain. Bliss indeed! Her
arms were still extended, still holding her erect, her large breasts till
jutting proudly.

Samantha released the strap holding the gag and removed the ball from Lady Sonia’s
mouth.

‘You did well my dear, was that the first time you have been gagged like that?’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’, Lady Sonia replied, thankful that she seemed to
have found the right words to show her position as a slave.

Samantha continued caressing and kneading Lady Sonia’s tender right breast.

‘Would you like me to remove the other pegs now, slut?’

Lady Sonia thought briefly about her reply.

‘Yes, if that is what my Mistress wishes.’

Clearly she had said the right thing, as Samantha, began removing the clips from
her other breast, finishing by removing the cruel grip on her nipple. Lady Sonia
tensed with the pain, but felt another smooth warm soft hand slide around to cup
her other breast. It felt so nice so good, after the prolonged torment. She was
well aware of the pleasure that Gerald had had in inflicting the torment on her
flesh.

Samantha kneaded and squeezed and pulled Lady Sonia’s generous breasts, slowly but
surely shifting the focus of her attention to the nipples. Lady Sonia was aware that
they were being pinched gently and slowly pulled and extended, rubbed along
almost like rubbing a little cock in fact. She felt the pleasure pain of the
pulling exciting, arousing her once again.

‘You like that, my slave?’, Samantha whispered in her ear, ‘you want some more of
my special treatment?’

‘Yes, Mistress, please use my breasts, no, sorry Mistress, my tits, please use
my tits as it pleases you. Please use my nipples Mistress.’ Lady Sonia began to
wriggle slightly within her bonds as waves of pleasure flowed over her.

She looked across at Andy, still kneeling, but, disobeying his earlier
instructions, watching her torment with wide eyes. Lady Sonia had never entreated
him like that when he had indulged in such caresses. Even so, he thought, ‘I
can’t really complain, she is being pleasured and my cock is still hard and
swollen’. Indeed it was, he couldn’t remember the last time he had sustained
such a firm and proud erection for such a long time. Despite himself, despite
his predicament he was aroused, perhaps more aroused for longer than he had ever
thought possible.

Gerald glanced over at Andy, and, seeing his erect and swollen throbbing cock,
called across to him ‘You seem to enjoy this, my slave. Do you mind if we
continue with your sweet lady for a while longer?’

‘Yes Master, please use her as you and Mistress wish.’ Andy replied hoarsely,
knowing that he had no choice in the matter.

‘Oh, we will, we will!’, Gerald replied, and, moving as he spoke, towards Lady Sonia,
he gently flicked the remaining clips on her, by now, swollen labia.

‘Shall I remove them now’, he spoke to his wife, ‘or do you wish the pleasure?’

Samantha shook her head, ‘No my dear, I am enjoying these heavy tits, and I know
you want to feel her wetness so much.’

Gerald was clearly happy to accept the offer and he began to remove the pegs from
each labial lip. As with her nipples, Lady Sonia felt the surge of pain as the blood
returned to the tender flesh, the moist tender flesh.

‘Is that better my dear’, Gerald leered at her ‘did you like being clipped like
that?’

Lady Sonia had to agree, as a slave she had no choice, except in the form of words
that she used.

‘Yes, my Master, I only wish to please you. If you wish to clip my labia I will
beg for you if that is what you wish.’

‘Bitch! I did not understand that!’, Gerald snapped, as he tugged on the tender
flesh.

‘Oh my Master I am so sorry, I will always enjoy it whenever you wish to put
clips or pegs on my cunt lips. My cunt is here to please you and Mistress.’

‘Better, slut, remember to choose your words carefully in future.’ Lady Sonia
gasped as she felt his fingers search for her soft wet opening, and gasped again
as she felt him probing deeper and deeper.

‘Thank you Master, thank you’, she gasped, knowing instinctively that she had to
thank him for his every action.

The fingers continued probing and, despite herself, Lady Sonia, with her nipples
still being stimulated by Samantha and her softest tenderest recesses being probed
by Gerald, felt that she could no longer resist the inevitable orgasm.

Suddenly Samantha spoke, from behind her.

‘No, my dear, you will not cum yet, not until we wish it!’ As she spoke she let
Lady Sonia’s nipples free and noted with satisfaction that the heavy tits settled and
hung down in their new found freedom. Just as suddenly the probing, pleasing
fingers were removed.

‘Now lick your juices from my fingers bitch, lick them clean, now!’

Lady Sonia greedily licked her juices from the fingers that had so recently invaded
her, revelling in the sweet taste of her own juices. She had never told anyone,
not even Andy, that one of her secret pleasures had always been to finger
herself, to thrust deeply into herself and then to lick her juices. It was a
secret that she had successfully hidden, but, did she but know it, it was a
secret that she would soon reveal to her captors, and to any others that wished
it.

Through all of this Andy had been trying to keep still but, despite himself, the
pleasure of watching his lover being tormented by another man, and another
woman, was almost unbearable. He thought that he would almost ejaculate, almost
cum, with nothing other than visual stimulation, a dream he had long had. As
far as he could recall the only times he had ejaculated without any physical
stimulation were way back in his distant youth, in the days when he had
discovered, or so he thought, the unique, to him, pleasures of masturbation.
His mind wandered a little and he recalled how since his early teens he had
masturbated at least once every day, and even as he reached into his thirties it
was a habit, no, a pleasure, an intense pleasure, that he enjoyed.

As Gerald and Samantha walked over it was obvious that they had a clear understanding
of his thoughts.

‘I suppose you would like to cum, slave’, Gerald asked him, with a smile playing
over his lips.

‘Yes my Master, if it is your pleasure I would dearly like to cum. May I have
your permission please Master, please Mistress’.

They looked at each other and smiled.

‘Well, my dear, shall we? Samantha spoke, ‘Perhaps I should make a start for you.’

As she spoke she walked a little closer to the kneeling submissive and eased off
her right boot.

Andy glanced at it briefly, taking in the smooth black leather, the high spike
heel, before he averted his gaze.

‘Ha, never fear, you will be seeing a lot of my shoes, my boots and my feet in
future, more than seeing, in fact!’, Samantha smiled.

‘But first, let me try this.’

As she finished speaking she lifted her now bare foot, her smooth painted toes
clearly slightly damp from their confinement in the soft leather. She began to
caress the throbbing cock, from the tip, down the swollen shaft and back again.
After a few stokes, she concentrated on the swollen head, and as she did so she
could see streaks of pre-cum on her smooth bare toes.

‘Oh no, slave, we will stop there, I think’, Samantha removed her foot, slipping
into her boot. ‘Well, my dear, what do you think of his cock? Will it be
satisfactory do you think?’

Gerald looked at her and reached over, and, to Andy’s horror, he grasped the
swollen phallus and squeezed it.

‘Hmmmmmmm, very good, nice and thick and a good length too!’, Gerald murmured as
he gave the warm throbbing member a few gentle strokes.

Despite himself Andy felt a thrill, he had often wondered about another man’s
cock, and how it would feel and how it would feel to have another man feeling
his erection. Nice! He decided that he definitely enjoyed the sensation. Gerald
stopped his stroking.

‘Like that did you, want some more do you?’

‘Yes my owner, my Master,’ Andy couldn’t believe his answer, ‘I want that so
much, will you allow me to cum as you stroke my cock Master?’

Gerald shook his head.

‘No, neither you, or that woman,’, looking at Lady Sonia, ‘will ever cum without our
permission.’

Samantha moved away and settled in her fireside chair, joined by Gerald. They looked
at the two captives, Lady Sonia, naked, and stood barefoot, with her arms still held
above her head, and Andy, naked, kneeling and still with an erection.

Samantha, who was obviously the more dominant partner, spoke at last.

‘Yes we have decided. You would both make excellent slaves. Are you willing to
join us?’ She stared intently at Lady Sonia. ‘Before you answer you should be aware
that if you do you will suffer many pains and torments, you will both be
humiliated, in front of us and in front of others.’

Lady Sonia looked at her wide eyed while Andy remained expressionless.

‘You will serve us in any way we wish, and if the fancy takes us we will use
either or both of you for our own sexual pleasures.’

Lady Sonia looked across at Andy and an almost imperceptible nod passed between them.

‘Hmmmmmmm’, Samantha continued, ‘so far so good! We shall also use you both to
give pleasure to others, as and when we desire. But,’ she raised her voice, ‘be
aware that once you say yes and agree there will be no turning back. We shall
OWN you, is that clearly understood?’

She looked at Lady Sonia, who nodded, and then at Andy who went to speak, thought
better of it, and nodded.

‘Excellent!’ Gerald continued the conversation. ‘Let me tell you of our rules,
they are few but fair, and we shall never break them or allow any of our friends
to break them. You will be used sexually in any way that pleases us. You will be
beaten, cropped, caned, whipped or whatever we wish. You will endure these
instruments of pain and pleasure you see around you, whenever we wish.’ Gerald
paused and stood up.

‘But, and take note of this, you will never be hurt beyond your capacity
forenduring. We will mark your skin, stripe it, but we will never break it.
Wewill never draw blood. We will never cause any permanent damage. We will
never pierce you or burn you. Other than that we will be free to use you as we
wish.’ Gerald moved closer to the couple.

‘Understood?’

Again Lady Sonia and Andy nodded acceptance.

‘Finally, before you speak your acceptance, we will give you a safeword.’ Gerald
continued, looking at his wife, who nodded her approval. ‘A word that either of
you may use whenever the torment or experience you are undergoing is too much
for you. A word that you will use only at the extremes of your endurance. If
you use it lightly and for no good reason you may expect to be punished without
mercy, do you understand, without mercy!’

Again the pair nodded acceptance.

‘Excellent!’, Samantha continued the conversation, ‘in that case I ask you the
question,’ she looked at Lady Sonia, ‘Lady Sonia, do you accept that you will become our
slave to use as we wish?’

Lady Sonia thought but briefly and nodded, ‘Yes Mistress, I accept. I want serve you
and Master in any way you desire.’

Samantha nodded, ‘Good, I accept you as a slave. And now you, Andy’, she looked
across the room.

Without hesitation Andy replied ‘Yes Mistress, I accept, please use me as your
slave.’

Samantha nodded once more. ‘There is one final formality to observe, for both of
you the safeword, the word you will only use at your very limits will be Mercy’,
do you both understand?’

Again there were nods of acceptance.

Now that the business, as it were, was settled, both Gerald and Samantha relaxed a
little.

‘Now you are here,’ Gerald spoke first, ‘you may stop for the rest of this
weekend. I know you both have a week’s vacation due so I suggest you both stop
with us for a few days.

Lady Sonia looked at Andy and smiled. ‘We can begin your training and you can learn
the true pleasures of a submissive, of a slave. Is that acceptable?’

Gerald knew that in any case they would stay.

He was in fact the owner of the company which employed them both, even though
they were unaware of the fact. Most of his employees thought that he was merely
some kind of figurehead for an absentee owner, someone who never visited the
facility. As the owner, of course, he had absolute power and could easily
arrange for them to be absent, or even, he thought, smiling, sent ‘on a course’,
a ploy he had used to obtain the two slaves that he was currently holding in the
corridor that Lady Sonia had approached earlier.

Lady Sonia and Andy, in unison, both answered, ‘Yes Master!’

Samantha stood up and moved towards he husband.

‘That is settled, we will make arrangements for your sleeping quarters, remain
there, still and silent, until we return.’

As they left the room Lady Sonia and Andy pondered their fate.

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 6 – Threesome

The door clicked shut behind Samantha and Gerald.

Lady Sonia and Andy relaxed as much as their positions would allow, although both
were aware that they would have to return instantly to their proper position
before the door opened. The door had not been locked so that there would be
little warning.

They looked at one another from their places in the dungeon. Dungeon, not a
cellar, not a wine cellar, but a dungeon, where they knew that they would be
spending many hours in the days and weeks to come. Neither dared to speak, but
they took comfort from each others presence and the fond smiles that passed
between them.

Both now knew that this was what they wanted, what they craved.

For Andy it was an admission of needs and desires that could be traced back to
past experiences. As these thoughts ran through his head, his cock, which had
softened a little since Samantha and Gerald left the room, started to swell again.

He, became aware of an ache, deep within his pulsing shaft telling, signs of a
cum that waiting to explode, an intense and overpowering orgasm.

For her part, Lady Sonia, stood on the stage, her arms still held high and wide by
her shackles, glad that the suspension had bee relieved and that her bare feet,
her sore toes could rest comfortably upon the hard surface.. She too was lost
in her thoughts.

Her mind ran over the events of the past few hours, and she felt a familiar
warmth in her cunt grow and surge once more. She had experienced feelings like
this before. The feeling of submission. The feeling of being used. Her
marriage had been like this, submitting, being used, being abused. This was
somehow more powerful, and more intense, and perhaps even more pleasurable.

Samantha and Gerald obviously knew how to exploit a willing victim, how to bring her
to the brink of sublime release and then deny the ultimate pleasure. Lady Sonia had
to admit to herself that the constant feeling, on the edge of release, was in
some perverse way, almost a release in itself. She shuddered at the thought of
what was to come, feeling her warm sweet juices building inside her. She tried
to control her feelings: after all she could be being observed in some secret
way.

They were both shaken from their reverie by the sound of the door opening once
more. Samantha entered the room, the dungeon and Lady Sonia quickly realised that she
had changed into a more informal dress, more a simple robe in fact, and this
time she was wearing simple high, spike heeled mules on her feet Gerald followed
her, but appeared not have changed in any way

‘Now, my dears, are you ready to move?’ Both nodded, not daring to speak. ‘We
have prepared your rooms for tonight, they will have to do until we can move you
into your permanent, more suitable. quarters.’

Samantha walked towards them

‘You will rest,’ she smiled, ‘for tonight, and your proper training will begin
in the morning. I can promise you that no further punishment, no serious
punishment, will be given tonight. You may relax a little, at least for a
while.’ She smiled broadly. ‘Understand?’

‘Yes Mistress’ they replied together, thankful that, for now at least, they
could relax.

As Samantha had been talking, Gerald had gone to Lady Sonia and released her wrists,
rubbing them to ease the soreness and discomfort that would build with the
return of the normal circulation. For Lady Sonia, the feeling of release was a
combination of pleasure and disappointment. She knew that more would follow,
and, that, with time she would experience everything, every pleasure, she craved
and more. Gerald led her to stand beside the kneeling Andy. He motioned Andy to
stand up .

‘Now my slaves, we will take you to your quarters. We intend that your time
with us will be a long and pleasant one, for all concerned.’ Samantha smiled
wickedly as she said this, and bought her hands from behind her back. From each
dangled a leather leash. She handed one to her husband, and leant across and
fixed it around Andy’s smooth neck. Gerald was doing the same to Lady Sonia.

‘Come, stand up, and follow us to your rooms, your separate rooms.’, she turned
at stared at the naked couple. ‘You are of course quite aware that you two will
not be allowed to share a room, a bed, together at any time while you stay with
us. Unless, of course, we decide that such a treat would amuse us! Is that
clear?’

‘Yes Mistress’

‘Thank you Mistress’

They were led through the corridors which ran underneath the entire house, until
they came to one similar to those in so many hotels. with several doors on
either side.

Gerald stood in front of one with Lady Sonia, while Samantha and Andy stood in front of
another, on the opposite side of the corridor.

Samantha moved forward, opened the door, and led Andy into a sparsely decorated
room, with no windows. In the centre of the room he saw a large bed with an
iron frame, with leather cuffs which hung from chains at each bed post. Andy
wondered what was going to happen to him for the rest of this night. The walls
were painted white, and in the left corner stood a small table. On this was a
large, widescreen, television set, the only obvious sign of normality in the
room. There was an open door to the right hand wall, and, moving forwards a
couple of paces, he could see that this led to a bathroom, with a toilet, sink
and large shower cubicle.

His thoughts were disturbed by his new Mistress, ‘Turn around, slave, and sit on
the bed.’

Andy obeyed, and as he turned he noted that Samantha had let down her long black
hair, and shaken it out, so that it flowed over her face, and down her back.
She moved towards him.

‘Now, I am as good as my word slave, for this night you will relax and enjoy.
This is about pleasure. No pain or punishment, I promise you.’ Samantha stared
into his eyes. ‘But, you are still under my command, and will not question
anything that happens, and I mean anything. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Mistress’ Andy replied and began to smile to himself.

‘Now lie back on the bed, and get yourself comfortable, while I go get some
things from the bathroom.’

Andy laid back on the bed, and rested his head on the pillow, feeling a tremor
in his partly erect cock, as he wondered, hopefully, what was to happen next.

Samantha returned from the bathroom, carrying a small tray, holding a bowl of warm
water, a small pair of scissors, a tin of shaving foam, a razor and a towel.

Andy didn’t need to ask what this was to be for, he was only thankful that it
was a safety razor and not an open one! He felt his cock stiffen more at the
thought, as he had shaved himself at times in the past. He loved it, the
heightened sensitivity that it brought was wonderful.

‘I can see from your face that you know what is about to happen.’ Samantha took a
small cloth from the bowl of water ‘We both prefer our slaves to be shaven, and
were pleased when we found that Lady Sonia had done herself already. You were a
disappointment to us, but we shall soon put that right.’

Cuckolding Housewife Lady Sonia

She reached out and moistened Andy’s pubic area. Placing the cloth back in the
bowl, she took the scissors and began to snip and cut away at the dark hair,
gradually cutting it back to little more than stubble. Satisfied, picked up the
tin of foam. By now the effect on Andy’s cock was self-evident. It was rock
hard, a slight tremor making it move with his pounding pulse. Samantha sprayed a
small quantity of the foam into the palm of her hand, and began to slowly spread
it around the stiff proud cock and swollen balls. Once she had covered the
whole area, she wiped her hands, picked up the razor. . Taking her time, she
slowly and skilfully worked the razor over and through the foam, shaving away
every trace of the stubble. Holding his hard cock in one hand she moved it to
allow her to access every last fold in his flesh.

Finally she sat up, ‘This is the last time I will do this for you, you are to
keep yourself shaved like this from now on. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’

‘Good!’ With this she lowered her head and softly kissed the swollen, throbbing
dark red head.

He gasped with pleasure, and moaned with delight as she opened her mouth and
slid her mouth over his glans, stimulating the shaft with her tongue as she did
so. Andy was struggling to control his instincts, he was not sure he could hold
back any longer. The moment of release was fast approaching as Samantha removed
her mouth from him, and stood at the side of the bed.

‘It won’t be long now, slave, and you will have all the release you desire. Be
patient!’ She turned on her heel and returned the tray into the bathroom. Andy
looked longingly at her as she walked. He was desperate to reach down to stroke
his cock. Masturbation was all he could think of. He needed, wanted, was
desperate for, release. He knew this would be punished severely, and struggled
to resist his urges. He hoped desperately that her last words to him were
indeed true.

Samantha came out of the bathroom, and switched on the television before walking
out of the room, turning and speaking to Andy as she went.

‘You wait there, I shall come soon.’

He lay on the bed, and sighed. He wanted his Mistress so badly, any woman in
fact at this moment. How long would it be before Samantha returned? What would
happen when she did? Questions raced through his mind. The only answer he had
was simple. He was no longer in control. He had to do exactly as he was told.
In a strange way this actually thrilled him. Lying still on his bed he let his
close, until suddenly he was startled by the sound of the television in the
corner coming to life.

He opened his eyes and looked. What he saw made him sit upright. Made him
stare in amazement.

Displayed on the screen, unashamedly, was Lady Sonia. On her knees! Her hands were
clutching the metal rails at the head of the bed. Behind her was Gerald. Gerald
was naked! Gerald was thrusting hard, hard and fast, into her. Andy watched
fascinated, as the door, just visible at the edge of the screen, opened.

Samantha walked in, smiling. Neither Gerald nor Lady Sonia looked round as she entered.
Gerald did not miss a single thrusting, pounding, stroke. Lady Sonia was obviously
enjoying herself. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was wide open with
delight. Andy scrambled off the bed, and turned the volume higher. Immediately
the room was filled with Lady Sonia’s moans and cries.

Andy returned to lay on the bed, and watched, enthralled, as Samantha came to the
side of the bed, and dropped her dress from her shoulders. She was wearing a
brief, incredibly brief, quarter bra, that merely adorned her full breasts,
together with an equally brief thong. Other than those two flimsy, but
nevertheless erotic, garments, she was smoothly naked. She had a superb body,
with a narrow waist, slim hips, both accentuated by full, firm breasts, with
large dark circles around her obviously erect nipples. She removed her
remaining garments and stood watching the frantic coupling on the bed.

As he watched he saw Samantha slide onto the bed and under Lady Sonia, until she was
between her legs. All the while, Gerald continued to thrust hard into Lady Sonia, and
Samantha’s movements were so natural, so practised, so synchronised that it looked
like it had been practised by her and Gerald many times before.

Samantha began using her tongue, alternating between Lady Sonia’s clitoris and Gerald’s
shaft as it continued to pound relentlessly into of Lady Sonia’s wet engorged cunt.
Lady Sonia’s screams, alternating with throaty moans, intensified, and Andy knew
that she would cum soon, although, in his times with her he had never heard her
scream like this. He could see that Lady Sonia was gripping the rail even harder.
Clearly, the pressure that had been building would soon be released. Samantha and
Gerald’s movements became a blur as they pushed Lady Sonia closer and closer to her
climax until finally she threw her head back, and let out a long and piercing
scream which came from deep within. Her whole body shook, as she was wracked
with pleasure. Andy realised that the whole time he had been watching, he had
been, not consciously, if that were possible, stroking himself. He masturbated
so frequently that in a situation like this he behaved as he had always behaved.
This, however, was not the place, and not the time, to indulge his special
pleasure. He reached his own unavoidable climax and spurted copious amounts
onto his flat shaven stomach.

He had cum, and cum hard, and he knew it would not be too long before the blood
started drain from his still engorged cock. Desperate to avoid discovery he
rushed to the bathroom, and used a tissue to clean the worst of the salty
creaminess off before turning on the shower and stepping inside.

The sounds of activity in Lady Sonia’s room continued, and he wished he had turned
the sound down before getting in the shower. He completed washing himself
down, and was about to get out of the shower, when he heard the door to his room
open.

Stepping out quickly, he wrapped a towel round him. But, before he had a chance
to move, the naked figure of Gerald stood before him, his erect penis swinging
with each step.

‘Showering, slave? Thought you would have been watching the entertainment’ he
sniggered.

‘I w-w-was Master.’

‘You made yourself cum while you watched didn’t you?’

The look of embarrassment, of shame, on Andy’s face answered the question

‘Well you will be punished for that in the morning. Severely punished! You
know that is against our rules. Don’t you slave?’

‘Yes Master.’

‘Well then, you will now have to satisfy me, although I had had plans to make
this mutually satisfying episode’, Gerald leered, ‘but I doubt that will happen
now Now come back in to the bedroom. Quickly!’

Andy followed Gerald and watched as he sat on the edge of the bed. The shame he
felt was not helped by seeing Gerald’s stiff cock pointing upwards, still in a
strong and powerful erection. He was well aware that his own well handled
member was hanging limp and useless between his shaven thighs.

Gerald was watching the television, and paid little heed to Andy. Ignored by
Gerald, he turned to look at the continuing scene as it unfolded before him.

Lady Sonia was writhing between the legs of a moaning Samantha, her tongue flicking over
the shaven mound, working it’s way teasingly up and down the creases between
thighs and cunt, before sliding it down the crevice between the engorged labia.
As it parted it was obvious that Samantha have exuded copious amounts of warm
juices that Lady Sonia was clearly savoring. Samantha, all the while that Lady Sonia was
pleasing her, held her nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand, as she
arched and thrust onto Lady Sonia’s eager mouth.

Andy felt a slight stirring in his groin, and hoped that he could please his
Master. He realised that he would be experiencing another man for the first
time.

His thoughts were disturbed by Gerald’s voice whispering in his ear ‘Go and turn
the television off and come to me’.

Andy did so and turned to face Gerald, who held his hand out to him. Andy
hesitated briefly before taking the hand, and moving closer, allowing Gerald to
place a hand on each his shoulders.

‘Everything will be just fine’ Gerald said ‘Relax!’

With this he leaned forward and kissed Andy softly on the lips. Andy was not
sure how to react, but he felt the warm soft lips, quickly replaced by Gerald’s
gently probing tongue. Andy darted his own tongue out to meet it, and soon
found himself in an embrace, his tongue locking with Gerald. He felt a hardness
press against him, and, in return felt a stronger stirring in his own loins.

Gerald broke the kiss, and moved his head slightly back so he could look at Andy.
‘Do you feel ready to satisfy me now slave?’

‘Yes Master.’ Andy whispered, his voice hoarse and his mouth dry.

Taking this as a signal as much as an instruction he dropped to his knees,
running his tongue down the muscled body of his new lover, his male lover, as he
did so. Once on his knees, he looked longingly for a moment at large, thick
cock, standing proud and erect mere inches from his face. He wondered at the
size of the swollen veins that ran up and down the full length. The swollen
head, fully exposed, was smooth in texture

‘Go on, my slave, taste it, taste your lovers juices which are still on it.’
Gerald whispered urgently.

Andy took the cock in his hand, felt the firmness, the stiffness and felt the
blood pumping through it. He ran his hand slowly down it, barely touching it,
until he reached the base, and then he moved his hand round and cupped the
heavy, smooth shaven balls, He gently squeezed them, and heard Gerald utter a
soft moan as he did so.

‘Slave, take it, taste it, I need to feel your mouth round me.’

Andy took the base of the shaft in his hand, and darted his tongue out to it,
aware that his own cock was now fully erect once more. He ran his tongue over
the head of his Masters cock, and down the shaft, licking round and under it, to
his balls, sucking them in one by one, before raising his head once more.
Opening his mouth, he slowly took the head inside and closed his lips around the
rim, running his tongue all over it. Slowly he took more into his mouth, until
he felt the head against the back of his throat. He moved back up the length
until it felt comfortable, and slowly started to work it in and out of his
mouth. His hand slowly pumped the shaft at the same time.

Gerald’s hands were in his hair now, trying to push him further on. Andy took
time and worked the cock with his mouth and tongue. Gerald’s hands were working
harder, pushing the sucking mouth further and further onto his swollen cock.
Andy was aware soon his work would be done. He moved his mouth back so he only
had the head of the cock inside his lips, and he worked this hard with his
tongue, whilst keeping up the stroking, the insistent stroking, on the shaft.
Finally he felt Gerald’s cock grow a little more, pulse a little more and tasted
the first salty drops of pre-cum on his tongue.

At this he increased the pace more, until finally Gerald gasped as a torrent of
hot cum shot into his mouth, a torrent which jetted to the back of his throat.
For one brief moment Andy thought he would gag or be sick, until he remembered
to swallow. He swallowed greedily, taking every last drop of cum, rich creamy
cum, down his throat.

Finally he pulled his mouth from Gerald’s cock, and looked up at him ‘Did I please
you my Master?’

‘Yes, yes you did, very much indeed. You need some more training but you have
done well for your first time!’ With that he leaned over and locked Andy’s
right wrist into one of the cuffs at the head of the bed. Clearly there was to
be no escape for him.

Gerald stood up, turned and walked towards the door.

‘You will be woken in the morning, when both of you will receive instructions
for the day. Be warned, slave, you are going to experience the full rigors of
my little dungeon! Sleep well!’

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 7 – Pleasing the Master

After the pleasures of the evening Lady Sonia and Andy slept well in their new
quarters. Both were quite naked and had only one thin sheet to cover them, but
their rooms were warm. The bathroom facilities were sufficiently extensive as
to make it quite clear that there was no chance, nor expectation, that either of
them would be other than scrupulously clean at all times.

Lady Sonia was woken from her sleep by the voice of her new Mistress whispering in
her ear.

‘Come, my dear, time to wash and eat before your training begins in earnest.’
Samantha unlocked the restraining cuff, that like Andy, in his own room, had been
fastened to ensure that the new slaves were fully aware of the predicament.

Lady Sonia stretched herself and felt her hands drawn irresistibly towards her aching
cunt, such was her usual habit on waking. This was always time for some gentle
stimulation and nearly always enough play to give her a pleasant cum to start
her day. After a few tentative twirls across her clitoris, she was startled by
Samantha.

‘No, my dear, you will do that for me, and others, often, but you will only play
with yourself after you have been ordered or given permission!’

Lady Sonia was surprised but she nevertheless obeyed and quickly threw off her
covering and stood naked for her Mistress to inspect her smooth body.

‘Hmmmmm, you did very well last night my little slut, and the Master was very
pleased with your performance.’ Samantha smiled, ‘You can be certain that he will
wish to fuck you again, and I will probably join him.’

Lady Sonia flushed as she recalled the incredible orgasm she had experienced the
previous evening, the combined attentions of husband and wife had pushed her to
peaks she had never thought possible. Although she felt a little guilty she
couldn’t avoid comparing Gerald’s performance with Andy. Certainly Andy had
always fucked her to her total satisfaction and always made sure she had at
least two, and often more, orgasms, but, and she flushed as at the thought, his
cock, whilst good, quite thick and long, was no match for her new Master. In
her time when she was married she had experienced some twenty, perhaps thirty,
or even more, different men and she was quite aware that the variation in size
and girth was fully as much as the variation in breast and nipple sizes. She
had learnt quite early in her married life that, as the old saying went, it was
not what the man had that counted, it was what he did with it. Nevertheless the
Master had an incredibly thick, circumcised, cock and it must have been a full,
a genuine, nine inches with a thick swollen, and silky smooth, head.

Certainly, he had filled her and she would be more than happy to feel him inside
her again. People had often talked about men with stallion sized equipment,
ten, eleven, or even twelve inches, but she had never seen one and believed that
in most, perhaps not all, but most, cases the claims were figments of someone’s
wishful imagination. Men! They could always fantasise about their cocks, but
we women, she thought, could do little to disguise our physical attributes. She
was thankful that her own breasts were full, even though they had begun to sag a
little and were less pert than Samantha’s breasts. Still, their shape was good,
their size was good, and at least her breasts and nipples were very very
sensitive. Her nipples were much bigger then those of her Mistress and she knew
that she could almost orgasm merely from stimulating and teasing them when the
fancy took her. And, most satisfying of all, she could, and regularly did, suck
her own nipples, a pleasure denied to many, and something that always seemed to
please both her male and female partners.

Cuckolding Housewife Lady Sonia

While she daydreamed in this way she moved into the shower and began soaping
herself and feeling the scalding needles across her breasts, nipples and belly -
so good!

‘Wash yourself now, and no pleasuring your body, slut!’, called Samantha who was
stood watching her from the doorway.

Just how she would avoid stimulating her self when she soaped and sponged
between her legs was a question she preferred not to answer; as long as it was
not too obvious she felt that a little thrill of pleasure would be permissible.
Even so, it was obvious to Lady Sonia that in this house there was going to be no
such thing as privacy for her personal ablutions, and she knew she would have to
get used to being on display, and available, at all times.

Finally, washed, dried and powdered she stood awaiting her instructions.

‘Today you will be naked, my dear, apart from this collar’, she held out a thin
studded leather collar fitted with several D-rings, ‘and these shoes, which I
know will fit you perfectly.’

Samantha gestured to a pair of high, (very high, Lady Sonia thought), strappy sandals
with wicked spike heels. At least she was color co-ordinated, all in black,
such as there was of it, thought Lady Sonia. She fastened the collar, inhaling the
sweet aroma of leather, and bent to fit the shoes on her smooth bare feet. Once
she had fastened the fine straps around her ankles she stood and looked
expectantly at her Mistress.

‘Come, follow me!’

Lady Sonia teetered behind her in her new shoes. At least she was familiar with 5
inch spikes. Heaven knows she had undergone some very special training from her
husband to make sure she could, and would, always walk comfortably in the
highest of heels. The couple entered the breakfast room. Lady Sonia was not
surprised to see that Gerald and a naked Andy were already there, Andy wearing a
black collar like hers and a narrow, but very tight, black strap around the base
of his cock. She then noticed, with a slight shock, more a thrill of pleasure,
that since she had last seen her lover, his body was completely hairless. His
cock and balls had been completely shaved, but she hoped for his sake it had not
been waxed, her own experience had taught her that the silky smoothness that
waxing made possible was not without a price! For whatever reason she saw that
his normally flaccid member was semi erect, probably the effect of the strap.
She was pleased with the effect, his fully shaven cock was more attractive, more
erotic than she had thought possible, and if it had that effect when Andy was
only semi-hard, what would be the impact of a full throbbing erection. Perhaps
she would be permitted to find out. Perhaps he would be allowed to pleasure her
soon.

They were ordered to sit on a hard cold bench and eat a simple, plain meal,
which was no doubt nourishing but was not as filling, not as good as they were
used to.

They were allowed to drink only water, finding that, as Gerald put it, ‘Luxuries
like good food and hot drinks will have to be earned in this house!’

The meal over, they were ordered to stand, heads bowed and hands behind their
backs, in front of their hosts.

‘Now, your proper training will start later today’ Samantha stood up, ‘but, first,
we have to deal with my other female guest. She caused me some displeasure by
talking in her cell without permission!’.

Lady Sonia remembered the quiet female voice when she had stood near to the partly
concealed door in the corner of the dungeon.

‘We will deal with her first and you will assist me, my dear’, Samantha murmured to
Lady Sonia, ‘and you, Slave Andy, will await your Master’s instructions before you
join us later for your final initiation into our little ways.’

Samantha led Lady Sonia back down the corridor to the dungeon she felt she already knew.
As the door opened she was beckoned forward and entered the room, the scene of
her first punishment. Only a few lights were on but there was sufficient light
to see that there was another girl already there. Lady Sonia saw that the girl was
totally naked and was sitting astride the horse, the wooden horse, with which
she had become so familiar in her marriage. As she looked closely she could see
that she was about her age, and size with short black hair, and like herself,
smoothly shaven. She was bare footed and stood on tip toe to keep her weight
from pressing her sex, her tender clitoris, onto the padded, rounded top of the
bar. Lady Sonia grimaced, she knew only too well how this position must be hurting
the unfortunate girl.

‘You see this poor slave, my dear’, Samantha spoke quite harshly, ‘she disobeyed me
and she is to be punished. Look closely at her predicament, because you will be
suffering soon yourself!’

Lady Sonia was led up to the girl who had her hands strapped behind her back. She was
not gagged but, clearly, she did not dare speak without permission. Samantha
walked round to the other side of the girl and pinched her nipples, which, Lady Sonia
noted, were quite full, not unlike her own. The girl winced but made no sound,
no movement at all, just standing on her tip toes the while. Lady Sonia thought the
girl would have been glad to be wearing her own spike heels to help ease the
strain, but did not dare suggest anything in case it caused her to suffer later.

Samantha moved her hand and insinuated her fingers between the padded top and the
tender flesh of the girl, obviously pushing and rubbing the sensitive bud. She
wriggled slightly and Samantha was pleased at her reaction. ‘You see, my dear,
this slut wants to cum but she knows that it is forbidden in this house for any
slave to cum without my permission. If she fails me, she knows she will be bent
over and thrashed with a cane, a fearsome thing indeed!’

Lady Sonia shuddered, she was no stranger to gentle, (well, relatively gentle!)
floggings with thonged whips and leather paddles but she had only tasted the
cane once and the memory still scarred her mind.

Samantha removed her probing fingers and gestured towards a small black box at one
end of the horse. ‘Watch, my dear, when I switch this on.’, she flicked the
switch and a low humming sound echoed round the dungeon. ‘You see, this bar is
contains a vibrator, and every movement is felt by the lucky girl who sits upon
it!’

Lady Sonia understood so well, if the victim stood on tiptoe the vibrations were less
intense but were still felt on the tender flesh, but if the victim’s weight were
fully on the bar the vibrations would be intense and the stimulation to the
clitoris would be so intense, so pleasurable but almost intolerable. She
thought that if it were her she would cum within minutes.

While Samantha was speaking, almost unnoticed, Gerald had entered the room, with
Andy, now blindfolded, on his lead behind him. Samantha continued her explanation.

‘This girl is going to remain on the horse with the vibrations continuing while
you perform your duties. She is forbidden to cum until you have managed to
please the Master with your mouth.’

At this the girl moaned quietly, as if she knew the coming ordeal would be
unbearable.

‘When the Master is fully satisfied, when he is fully drained, then and only
then will she be allowed to cum. Do you understand?’ Lady Sonia nodded, wondering
just how difficult it would be to please the Master; surely he would be worn,
drained even, from the exertions of the previous evening and would have little
stamina.

‘Come, slut Stephanie has to be placed in the proper punishment position and you will
perform the work for me!’

Lady Sonia approached the girl. As she got near she saw that Stephanie was pleading with
her eyes as if to say, make it quick, spare me punishment.

Samantha instructed Lady Sonia. ‘Strap her ankles and clip them to the bar along the
bottom of the horse, her feet must not touch the ground.’

As she spoke she switched the vibrator off and passed a pair of broad leather
ankle straps to Lady Sonia. Lady Sonia knelt down and fixed one tightly around Stephanie’s
right ankle, and then held her naked foot while she clipped the strap to a
convenient D-ring. She lingered briefly, savoring the feel of the smooth bare
foot, wondering if she would have the pleasure of licking it at some time soon.
She moved to the other side of the unfortunate Stephanie and strapped her other bare
foot clear of the floor. Now Stephanie was sat firmly on the bar, her bare feet, her
aching bare toes, off the ground so that there was no way for her to relieve the
pressure on her clitoris.

With the preparations complete Gerald moved over to the long couch and removed his
clothes. His cock was already semi-erect and even in the dim light it looked
quite massive to Lady Sonia. He called her over and gave her her instructions.

‘You will use only your mouth to make me cum, slut Lady Sonia, you may use a thumb
and forefinger if you wish to hold my cock, but all of the stimulation will be
with your lips, your tongue, and even your throat if I wish it.’

Lady Sonia wondered how she could cope with his cock, so much thicker than she had
seen before.

Andy could not see the scene, being still blindfolded, but he could hear the
instructions and he was clearly aroused at the thought of Lady Sonia sucking the
Master’s cock, the cock he himself had drained only a few hours earlier. His
cock jerked and rose imperceptibly.

‘When you start, the vibrator will start and slut Stephanie will begin her
punishment. She will not cum until you have satisfied me, if she fails she will
be caned and you will take her place on the horse. Mind you, slut Lady Sonia, you
will ride the horse soon anyway to please your Mistress!’

Lady Sonia did not see, but Samantha grinned wickedly, already planning a special ordeal
for Lady Sonia, and Stephanie too. Something special that would undoubtedly appeal to her
husband.

‘Remember this, slut, you will please me as best you can, and if you need any
assistance I’m sure slut Stephanie will be only too willing to advise you.’

Stephanie looked a little relieved, at least, she thought, if she could encourage
Lady Sonia, instruct her even, in pleasing the Master, perhaps her ordeal would be
shorter, perhaps she would be allowed to cum before she was overcome by the
unrelenting stimulation of the vibrating pole she was riding. Already she was
feeling the pressure on her soft flesh and her clit was feeling a little sore in
anticipation of the ordeal to come.

‘Begin, slut Lady Sonia’, Gerald ordered, as his wife switched on the vibrator under
Stephanie.

Lady Sonia moved over to her Master and tentatively felt his cock with the tips if
her fingers. She felt it begin to pulsate and thicken as she bent over and
flicked her tongue over the smooth, round head. As she probed the slit with her
tongue the cock hardened and grew. TO BE CONTINUED…

This delicious young guy has called around to do some work for me but after teasing him I watch the bulge grow.

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Golden Petal blinked as she was dragged up out of the darkness of her cell, her
eyes dazzled by the light of the lanterns. It had been pitch black where she had
been kept, a small, dark cell, with nothing to do but try to count the hours
passing and await her fate.

Her two guards held her firmly, a little too firmly. Both were beautiful women,
dusky-skinned, and dark-eyed. Their sultry gazes ravished Petal’s beautiful and
ill-concealed body, their full lips pursed into knowing smiles. The warrior
woman blushed most uncharacteristically beneath their shameless attention.

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She struggled as much as she could, but she was too weak, groggy from her
imprisonment, from lack of sleep, from the blow to her head that had felled her.
The guards could hold her easily, bringing her to the throne room where the new
queen awaited.

“How’s the new story going?”

Amy looked at the e-mail, wondering how to reply. She’d been evading e-mails and
phone calls from her editor for weeks now, but this was from Samantha, her
self-styled ‘biggest fan’.

“Not well,” she typed in. “I haven’t been able to write anything in weeks.”

She’d never had writers’ block this bad before. Oh, there had been moments here
and there, but nothing like this. It wasn’t as if she were writing War and Peace
after all.

It was simple. She wrote trashy lesbian bondage stories with various fantasy
themes. Forty thousand words were enough. She usually managed by taking a
fantasy genre, crafting a flimsy adventure plot, adding large amounts of lesbian
sex, rape, torture, and there it was. She could do one in two or three months
usually.

It wasn’t as if she was actually a lesbian herself. She wasn’t. She wasn’t much
of anything at all these days. She was shy, quite insular and had few friends.
For as long as she could remember, she had always wanted to be a writer. As a
child she’d written all sorts of fantastical stories.

Unfortunately she’d had no luck getting her serious stories published. They were
always rejected for being too long, too serious, stilted writing style, all
sorts of reasons.

Then, she’d stumbled across a publisher called House of Chains, quite by
accident while searching for publishers on the Net. They accepted unsolicited
manuscripts as long as they had lots of sex in them, and weren’t too long. It
didn’t sound entirely inspiring, but Amy was running low on both money and
self-esteem. If she could get something published, something on paper, then that
would be something.

Her first book was done in six weeks, and was called A Rape of Panthers, about
an arrogant noblewoman who buys a savage outlaw woman as a lesbian slave, only
to be captured and taken off into the jungle as a slave in turn.

It sold out quickly. So did the second print run, and in no time at all the
publishers were on at her for a second book. And then a third.

Without realising it, Amy had found herself a career. This wasn’t what she
wanted to write at all, but it was easy enough, the money was good, and she did
enjoy seeing one of her books published. She used a pseudonym, of course, but
she knew it was hers, and that was enough.

It also meant she could make a living from writing, which was all she had ever
wanted to do. Now, at twenty-four, she was the author of sixteen books, the
owner of her own house, and able to manage independently, which was all she ever
wanted.

Except it now looked like it all might be ending. Maybe that wasn’t so bad. She
could go back to serious writing, give that a try. Have a break, perhaps. Work
out what else she could do.

Except there wasn’t anything else she could do. She had always been shy, very
solitary, with few friends. Her parents were dead, and the rest of her family
very distant. (God, if they knew what she did for a living, it would kill them!)

However, there were a few friends she communicated with by e-mail. She had never
met any of them, and knew nothing about them at all other than what they chose
to tell you. But then, she was selective with what she told them as well, so it
all worked out. It gave her a little thrill to talk with people behind this
illusion.

Samantha was one of the best of those internet friends. She had e-mailed Amy
after the first book was published, and it had been her encouragement as well as
the money that had persuaded Amy to continue with writing.

“Maybe I can help,” came back the next e-mail. “Send me what you’ve done, and
I’ll have a look at it.”

Amy thought about this for a while. Samantha had given her good ideas in the
past, and she certainly followed the books with a passion Amy found both
flattering and slightly disturbing. She had even worked out a chronology to
place all the books in the same world, linking together two of the villains from
separate books.

It was certainly worth a try. Amy sent her the first four chapters of her latest
book, A Petal Chained, and set back, hoping for some inspiration to arrive from
somewhere.

She had no idea what the problem was. The plot was not radically different from
anything else she had written.

Her heroine, Golden Petal, was a swordswoman who had sworn service to the queen
Nadia. However, Nadia’s country had been invaded by her evil twin, Queen
the witch. Petal had helped her queen escape, but had been captured in the
process. She was just being brought before Queen.

That was where her ideas ended. She could not conjure up the image of what
Queen looked like, how she dressed, what she would do to the helpless heroine.
Whenever she tried to envisage something, she was merely reminded of her
previous villainesses – the corrupt sorceress Senyakhaz from Castle of Slavery,
or Lady Wranna from Songs of Decadence and Lust, or the shapechanging Ardala
from Faces of Desire.

Maybe this was for the best.

Then, a day or so later, Chrstina replied to her. “I like it!” she began. “But I
think I can see your problem. I have some ideas that might fix it.” Amy smiled.
She knew Samantha would come up with something.

Then she read the next line.

“Perhaps we should meet up and talk. I’d love to have you come and visit me, to
thank you for all the inspiration you’ve given me!”

Amy froze. Meeting her was nothing like what she had intended. She hadn’t met
anyone in person, except for her editor briefly. What if Samantha had
preceonceptions about her? She knew that Chrstina was a lesbian, and made a
living as a lesbian dominatrix. Chrstina may assume she was as well.

No, she couldn’t. It would be absurd. She would get around this herself. It
probably wouldn’t matter even if she couldn’t finish it. This wasn’t the type of
thing she really wanted to write anyway.

She held off a reply for a while, pottering around, hoping for inspiration to
come. Twice she tried to continue the story, and twice she was unable to write
so much as a single word. The second time, she had stared at the blank screen
for half an hour, before finally breaking down in tears.

She was alerted from her crying fit by the arrival of another e-mail from
Samantha.

“I really think this can be a great book,” it said. “I’d like to help you.
Please reply.”

Drying her eyes, Amy did, and said she would love to come and meet her.

She had her doubts before sending, and deleted the message. But then she thought
of that terrible blank screen and the utter lack of ideas, and she re-typed her
reply. She had never before realised just how much writing meant to her. It was
all she had done now for almost five years. Although it was easy to think of the
stories as trashy and simplistic and immoral, she had written them. They were
hers.

Amy didn’t know what she would do if she couldn’t write any more.

“Great!” came Samantha’s reply. It came with directions. Amy was relieved to
know she did not live that far away. She knew from the e-mail address that
Chrstina lived in Britain, and so it wasn’t a foreign country or anything, but
she was only a few hours away by train.

Arrangements were made, Amy packed a few belongings, including her laptop, and
she went.

She met Chrstina at the train station, and was surprised at what she looked
like. Amy was not sure what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t the elegantly
dressed woman waiting there. Samantha had light brown hair, tied up
conservatively, slightly taller than Amy herself, with the hints of a good
figure beneath her clothes.

There was another woman there. Younger, maybe twenty, with blond hair and a
magnificent body clearly visible through a low cut blouse, open jacket and short
skirt. She was standing a few steps behind Samantha.

“Oh, God!” Samantha cried, as Amy approached them. “You look so young. I
thought you’d be older than that. Asian, too. I knew it. All your heroines were
Oriental. You look just like Star Lily.”

Amy blushed slightly. Star Lily was the heroine of Castle of Slavery, one of her
favourite books, one of the best-selling as well. Star Lily was incredibly
beautiful, and brave, destroying the reign of the sorceress Senyakhaz. The
editors kept demanding a sequel.

“You’re too kind,” she said, quietly, already thinking this was a mistake. She
had changed her mind several times about this on the train, but it had been too

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“Katrina will take your bags.” The blond girl stepped forward and took them from
an unresisting Amy, smiling broadly. “She’s my maid,” Samantha added. “Oh, I’ve
waited so long to meet you. Come on, we’ll get a taxi back to mine.”

Samantha talked a lot along the way, lapsing into occasional moments of
starstruck awe that Amy found very embarrassing. She had clearly not only read
all of Amy’s books many times over, but had practically memorised them all.

“One of my clients is a big fan as well. Last time she came, we re-enacted the
scene from Songs, you know, the one where Chase is tortured by Wranna.”

“I know the one,” Amy admitted uncomfortably. She’d written that whole chapter
in a few hours, not stopping for a break once.

“Castle was my favourite. Or maybe Panthers. I loved Star Lily. You really
should write a sequel. What happened to her after the castle collapsed and those
slavers caught her?”

“I might write a sequel some day,” Amy admitted. She didn’t add, “if I ever get
rid of this writers’ block.”

Still, Samantha didn’t talk about any of her great ideas for A Petal Chained,
and Amy was too polite (not to mention, nervous) to press her on them.

Samantha evidently lived further away from the station than Amy had thought,
because it was dark when the taxi arrived.

“This house is huge,” she breathed, looking up at it.

“My job pays well,” Samantha replied. “Besides, I work from here, so it needs
to be big enough to encompass all my clients’ fantasies.”

“Ah, do you have any… ah… clients booked for…?”

“Diary’s clear. I’m not letting anything get in the way of this. Oh! I’ve wanted
to meet you for such a long time. You look just like I imagined, you know. Sort
of a cross between Star Lily and Miria.”

The constant references to Star Lily puzzled Amy. Her heroines were all
beautiful, tall, voluptuous, athletic, pretty. Most of them were Asian, true,
but that was where the similarities ended, at least as far as Amy saw it.

“You must be tired. Katrina will take your bags to your room. Do you want a drink?
Tea? Coffee?

They settled in a large living room, Amy looking around wide-eyed. This was
nothing like she’d expected a dominatrix’s lair to look like. She’d
half-imagined a place looking like a scene from her books. This was pleasant,
casual, nicely furnished.

Katrina returned with a drink. Amy sipped at it. “You, ah… you said you had some
ideas?”

“Oh, plenty of time for that later. I’ve really looked forward to meeting you,
you know.”

“Yes,” Amy smiled, feeling uncomfortable with all the praise. This really hadn’t
been a good idea. The sooner she could leave, the better. Perhaps she could
manufacture some family emergency that would necessitate her leaving.

She sat there awkwardly, drinking her tea, listening to Chrstina’s praise.
Finished, she set the mug down.

“You must be tired. Travel always makes me tired.”

“Yes,” Amy said. “I am a… little…” Her head was swimming, suddenly, a
giddiness sweeping over her.

“Katrina will show you to your room.”

Amy stood up, to follow the girl. She took a step, and almost fell over.
Everything was blurring around her. She took another step, and completely
collapsed. She felt Katrina pick her up, and she was sure Samantha said
something, but she had no idea what it was, as sleep took her.

——–

Amy woke up to total darkness, her head pounding. The floor was cold beneath
her. She tried to stand up, and found that she was bound. Chains were wrapped
around her, a short length holding her wrists behind her back, fixed to a metal
collar around her neck; a slightly longer chain between her ankles. Other than
the manacles, she was completely naked.

She tried to calm herself. She had put many of her heroines in this position
before, but she had never thought to experience it herself. She had never had
bondage fantasies at all.

This was a joke. That was all. She ran that thought through her mind several
times, and even spoke it out loud. This was just a… joke.

“Hey!” she said, a little too quietly at first. “Hey!” she called out louder.
“Someone let me out! Samantha! This… this isn’t funny!”

There was a sudden rectangle of light from one side of her room, and then a door
opening, revealing a female form silhouetted in it. Amy closed her eyes rapidly,
and so did not see the woman who came to her and pulled her from the room, one
strong hand around her bound arm. Amy’s feet caught in her chains, and she
stumbled, being caught by the woman.

When her vision cleared, she looked around.

The woman was Katrina, but dressed completely differently. She was wearing a tight
leather bustier that barely concealed her impressive bosom, pushing her breasts
up and out. Also a short skirt, also leather, and boots that came up to just
under her knee. A thick belt around her slim waist held an item that could only
be a coiled whip.

“What is this?” Amy said, wishing she had been able to sound firmer than she
had. “Is this some sort of joke?”

Katrina pushed her roughly against the wall, and Amy cried out with the impact.
“Her Majesty demands your attendance, Lady Petal. What Queen wants, she gets.”

Petal? Queen? Characters from her book. But what?

Her head cleared, and she realised this was the scene, the one she had had
trouble with.

“Katrina, please,” she said. “This isn’t funny. Let me go… please.” She sounded
pathetic, and was instantly disgusted with herself.

Katrina pulled at her collar, and dragged her behind her.

Amy stumbled and staggered as she was pulled along behind the blond woman. This
was all just a joke, perhaps a misguided attempt by Samantha to help her
writers’ block. She would explain this wasn’t necessary, and get Samantha to
let her go. She wasn’t into this sort of thing, whatever the contents of her
books. That was just for the money.

Oh, my God! She was naked, completely naked in front of this woman. Samantha
would see her naked as well. She couldn’t even cover herself up with her hands.

Oh, no!

“Golden Petal,” said a deep, sultry voice. “The pleasure is mine.”

Amy looked up. She had completely lost track of where she had been taken. She
had expected the living room, or perhaps Samantha’s bedroom.

Not this.

The room was long, covered with shadows, lit only by several flickering candles,
decorated in an ornate, Arabian style. Manacles hung from the walls and ceiling,
hooks were set into the floor. Silken draperies hung everywhere. The walls were
covered with pictures, each one, Amy was terrified to notice, featuring
beautiful women in bondage.

At the far end of the room, lounging on a long couch, sat Samantha, except that
she looked completely unlike the woman Amy had met at the train station.

Samantha was wearing mere scraps of silk, one wound around her impressive
bosom, providing the merest hint of concealment, the other around her waist,
wisping over her loins. Her legs were bare, one stretched out, brushing the
floor, the other folded beneath her. Her face was made-up to make her look
sultry and powerful, her long hair hanging loose around her face and shoulders.

She looked like a queen, a powerful and dangerous woman.

Amy was forced to the floor in front of her. Samantha was running her eyes
slowly and languidly up and down her naked body. Blushing, Amy tried to cross
her legs, and bend over.

“You have a lovely body, Golden Petal. Why do you try to hide it from me?”

Amy tried to say something, but her throat was locked shut. She felt a single
tear trickle down her face.

“Did you hide it from my sister? Were you so bashful with her? Was this part of
the charm of your relationship?”

Amy cried out as Katrina grabbed her hair and forced her up to a kneeling
position. Her body was now wide open for Samantha to study, and study it she
did.

“Answer Queen Queen,” Katrina hissed from behind her.

“Samantha, please,” Amy said. “This is a bad joke. Please, let me go.”

But Samantha continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I grew up in her shadow, you
know. Everything she wanted, she had. Everything she ever wanted. I made a
promise to myself that one day, I would take everything of hers.

“And now, see. Everything she owned is mine. I have her palace, her country.”
She smiled a thick, seductive smile. “I have her lover.

“I do not have her, of course. Not yet. But I will. You will tell me where she
has gone.”

“No,” Amy said. Please, can’t you see this is a bad joke? Let me go! But she
couldn’t say those things. All she could say was, “no,” over and over again.

“Yes, my dear Petal. You will. But first, you will come to me as you did her.
You will love me as you did her. You will come crawling to my bed, and you will
lick me and kiss me and worship me and do everything that I wish you to.”

“No,” Amy said again. She was crying more this time. “No. Samantha, please…”

“Gag her,” Samantha suddenly ordered.

Amy cried out as Katrina suddenly forced a thick strip of wound leather into her
mouth. It was buckled around the back of her head and firmly fastened there. She
tried to speak, but she could not. The foul taste of the leather filled her
senses.

“You will call me Mistress Sonia Queen,” Samantha said. “Or ‘Majesty’, whichever you
prefer. Until you can call me either of those things, better you remain silent.”

This was crazy. This was insane. Amy couldn’t think at all. This was just a bad
joke.

Oh, God, why had she ever come here? Why had she ever written those books at
all? She must have known something like this would happen.

“Look at you,” Samantha purred, in a voice silkily powerful. “Crying like a
girl. You used to be so proud, Petal. So strong and arrogant. I doubt you ever
believed you would find yourself like this, did you?”

Amy shook her head. That was certainly true.

Samantha stepped down from her throne – the couch! – and walked over towards
Amy, slowly and powerfully. She looked just like Amy would have imagined Queen
to look. The clothing, the walk, the incredible arrogance and beauty… it was
all perfect.

Amy’s head was forced up as Samantha stood over her. She whimpered pathetically
as her captor stroked her face gently, scooping up a tear, and licking it
slowly. “You taste nice,” she noted. “You taste afraid.”

Katrina held her tight, unable to move, forced to look up into the face of the
woman who had drugged her, who held her prisoner.

“You will crawl to me,” Samantha hissed. “You will kiss my feet, you will
worship me.” The word ‘will’ was said with great emphasis, causing Amy to flinch
each time. There was no doubt in Samantha’s mind that these things would come
to pass.

“You will deliver yourself to me. You will beg me to touch you, to kiss you, to
rape you until you scream. You will do all these things.”

She smiled, and Amy shivered. She had described her villainesses smiling evilly
many times, but she had never seen anyone actually do it.

“And you will be mine.

“You have one chance, little Petal. One chance before I begin your torture.
Will you surrender yourself to me?”

Torture? Oh, no, she wouldn’t dare. This was one thing, but actual torture! Amy
remembered the whip Katrina had tucked inside her belt.

Yes! She’d do anything! Just as long as she wasn’t hurt! She couldn’t bear pain!

She tried to say yes, but her voice was muffled by the gag. She tried to nod
furiously, but Katrina held her head steady.

“No?” Samantha said, playfully. “Oh, well, I would have expected nothing else
from the brave and loyal Golden Petal. I am sure it will take a lot of effort
to break you.”

She returned to her throne, and sat done.

“But break you, I will.”

Again with the emphasis. Amy trembled, and began to sob uncontrollably.

———-

She did nothing to resist as Katrina unchained her delicately. She could have
tried to escape, but she dared not. Katrina handled her gently, but making it very
clear that she could be more forceful should it be necessary.

Once her arms were free, Amy was pulled up to her feet, one arm pulled upwards,
a manacle fastened around her left wrist. She could stand, but only on tiptoes.
Her other arm was left to flop by her side.

Her left leg was pulled up behind her, and Amy realised how she was to be bound.
She began to squirm, but Katrina merely tightened her grip and forced the leg
upwards, fixing the chain to her left ankle, and securing the other manacle to
her right wrist. The length of chain was very short, no more than a foot, and
there was very little she could do to relieve the pressure. This was painful
now. She knew that in hardly any time at all, it would become excruciating.

This done, poor Amy dangling by one arm and balancing awkwardly on one foot,
Katrina stepped back from her. Samantha moved forward, standing very close to the
chained girl.

“What did you and my sister do in bed?” she asked, huskily. “What did you like
her to do to you?”

Amy whimpered, still gagged. Her leg was trembling, her muscles beginning to
burn.

“Did she stroke your cunt? Did she kiss your breasts?”

Samantha brushed Amy’s breast lightly, and the helpless girl trembled. It was
only the merest brush, and yet the slight sensation ran through her as if she
were electrocuted.

“I bet she did. You have lovely breasts, my little Petal.”

She bent down and kissed Amy’s nipple. At first, she just brushed it with her
full lips, but when she opened her mouth slightly, and brushed the pink nipple
gently with her tongue. She began to lap at it, as if she were a cat with a bowl
of cream. When she took the nipple fully between her lips, sucking at it, Amy
had thrown her head back, shaking.

She had never known anything like that. No one had ever kissed her breasts
before. She had described this scene several times, but had never dreamed she
would experience it.

How did her heroines survive scenes like this? Samantha was obviously enacting
an imagined scene from her book. If Amy was to cope, was to survive, she would
have to become like Golden Petal.

What did her heroines do?

She struggled to concentrate, to ignore the burning ache in her sore muscles,
and the long, wet kiss in her breast.

What did her heroines do?

She realised the answer in a terrifying burst of clarity.

They surrendered. All of them had succumbed to torture. They had escaped later,
and won and saved the day, by luck, or by being rescued by friends. They were
all strong-willed, but ultimately they had all broken.

Senyakhaz had made Star Lily her slave. Chase had been broken by Lady Wranna’s
tortures. Tarilanna had been reduced to a mere slave. Miria had been rescued
from the Priestesses of Lir by her friends.

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Amy was crying piteously as Samantha turned her attention to the other breast.
Her heroines were strong-willed, athletic, blessed by destiny, and none of them
had withstood torture like this. How could she?

In no time at all, both her nipples were erect, throbbing with the attention,
wet and dripping with Samantha’s saliva. Amy’s cruel captor pinched them both
mercilessly, and then gestured to Katrina.

The blond guard brought forward two small objects, glinting metallically. Amy
looked at them and her eyes widened above her gag. No! No! Please, no!

But she could not speak, and she doubted Samantha would have shown her mercy
even if she could. Senyakhaz would not have, nor Wranna.

Nor would Queen, of course.

Amy had not yet introduced Queen, having her mentioned only through rumours, or
dreams. Part of the problem with the story had been that she had no idea of what
Queen wanted, or looked like, or planned to do with Golden Petal.

Now, she did know. Queen had risen in her mind, looking exactly like Samantha
did. Samantha’s voice, silkily seductive, imperious, arrogant, vengeful… that
was how Queen would speak.

And Queen would show no mercy. She would pause at nothing to obtain what she
wanted, and what she wanted was everything that had belonged to her sister.

Petal and Nadia had never been lovers, but Queen clearly thought they were.

Amy shook as the first golden clamp was fixed to her stiff nipple. Samantha ran
the thick golden chain that linked it to its mate through her hands, enjoying
the pain and the terror in Amy’s eyes. Then, mercilessly, she atached the second
to the other nipple.

“Did my sister do this to you?” Samantha paused. “I doubt it. She was always
too soft. She never treated you like the slut you are. I bet she never tied you
up, or whipped your pretty little body. You’ve had a very soft life here,
haven’t you?”

Amy could only look at her, terrified beyond belief, convinced that Queen would
not stop until she was broken, utterly broken. No one would come to rescue her.
No one.

No, not Queen! Samantha! This was Samantha, her ‘biggest fan’, not a
fictional witch queen.

“Stay there for a time,” Samantha purred. “And watch.”

She reclined back on the couch, and Katrina joined her, shedding her scanty
leather clothing. She kissed her Mistress Sonia longingly, and then slid down to her
knees, kissing and licking at Samantha’s silky thighs, slowly moving her mouth
upwards.

Amy watched as Samantha was brought to a passionate, furious orgasm. She had
never seen such a furious release before, certainly never experienced anything
like that herself. A thought came to her through the aching pain that filled
her. Petal would be as inexperienced as she was. A beautiful warrior woman,
used to drawing the attention of both men and women, but seldom pursued that
interest.

She was in love with Nadia, holding a helpless and unrequited love for her
true queen. Nadia did not love her back, and so Petal had remained apart
from anyone else.

The book was starting to take form now. Amy’s fingers were itching to resume
writing.

But she was still bound, unable to move beyond the agonising position that held
her. She tried to shift her leg further up to relieve the pressure on her arm,
but then she almost lost her already precarious balance. The pain in her left
arm was bad enough as it was, without it having to hold up her entire body
weight.

Then she tried to lower her leg as much as she could, only to risk forcing her
body back, pulling at her right arm.

There was nothing she could do, but wait and watch and try to endure.

When Samantha was done, she pushed Katrina aside imperiously, and rose, the thin
strip of silk around her waist now discarded. Amy had never seen another woman’s
sex before, and she could not help but let her gaze drop to Samantha’s groin.
The hair there was damp and matted. There was a pungent smell of arousal rising.

Samantha brushed Amy’s belly lightly, and the poor girl nearly overbalanced.

“Did my sister ever do that to you?” she asked.

Amy was whimpering behind her gag, desperately trying to speak.

Samantha reached for the gag, and withdrew it from Amy’s mouth. “What do you
have to say for yourself, my precious Petal?” she asked.

“Please,” Amy whispered. What had she wanted to be called? “Mistress Sonia Queen…
please let me down. I’ll do…” She felt wretched, sick, but she could not
endure this any more. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“You’ll kneel down before me, kiss my feet?”

“Yes, Majesty.”

“You’ll kiss my tits and worship me utterly?”

“Yes, Majesty.”

“You’ll beg to be allowed to lick me, to fuck me, to do every disgusting and
degrading thing I want to your helpless body? You will sell yourself to me as my
eternal slave?”

Amy was crying. “Yes, Majesty.”

Samantha snorted. “This is a trick. Queen Nadia’s bodyguard, Golden Petal,
would never break so early. This is all a lie.” Amy tried to protest, but the
gag was swiftly forced back into her mouth.

“I do not like those who lie to me. Remain here a while, and perhaps then your
words will be more sincere.” She strode from the room, her head held high, Katrina
following her, pausing to deliver a look of triumph to the bound girl.

Amy was then left alone, a helpless Petal chained in place and left to suffer
the merciless cruelties of Queen Queen.

———-

Golden Petal hung there helplessly, weeping at her weakness. She had almost
surrendered herself to Queen so easily. It had taken so little effort for her
to be broken like that. Not even Queen could believe that. She had thought it a
trick, not realising that Petal really had begged for mercy.

Her queen was safe, and that thought gave Petal some small peace during the
long hours of her agonising bondage. Her body, though fit and athletic from long
training, was soon trembling with pain at the unnatural position of her bondage.

But worse pain by far was the burning within her, the yearning for the cruel and
evil touch of Queen.

She remembered the hot kisses upon her breasts, the slow teasing that brought
her nipples to full prominence. She could still hear Queen’s taunting questions
as to whether she had done this with Nadia.

Petal had not, but oh, how she had yearned to. Queen was evil, bitter,
twisted, cruel, but she shared one thing alone with her kind and gentle sister.

Physically, she was the exact duplicate. It may as well have been Nadia
kissing and caressing and torturing her. How was Queen to know how long Petal
had yearned for the true queen to kiss and touch her in that way? How was Queen
to know just how much she resembled Nadia, and just how difficult it was for
Petal to tell her apart?

Amy winced as renewed pangs of agony shot through her arm and leg. She was
teetering, only just able to maintain her balance. She knew her face was
streaked with tears. She knew what a pitiful figure she resembled.

And yet ideas were rising and forming within her mind. She could not recall the
last time she had felt like this: able to compose plots and characterisation and
motivations so easily. She could fathom out the rest of the book now, gain an
understanding of what had happened so far. A little re-writing of the beginning
would be necessary, but other than that…

She winced again. Thinking of writing was the only thing that could take her
thoughts away from the pain of her position. She had to be able to write again.
Surely Samantha would allow her that. Whatever else was taken away from her,
surely she would be permitted to write.

Her heart leapt when Katrina returned for her. She was dressed differently, a thin
silken gown wrapped around her magnificent form. She walked around Amy slowly,
admiring the writer’s naked body. Amy was too anguished to be ashamed. As long
as she was cut down soon…

Please, cut me down!

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Mercifully, Katrina did, untying the chains and allowing Amy to fall to a heap
upon the fall. She could simply lie there for a long time, crying piteously,
feeling sensation return to her limbs, as abused muscles protested their long
bondage. When Katrina removed her nipple clamps, she actually thanked her
profusely, except that she was still gagged, and could not speak. When Katrina
removed her gag, Amy could only squeak out slight noises.

“Come on,” snarled Katrina, fixing a thin leather leash to the chain collar that
was now all she wore. Awkwardly, painfully, Amy stood up and followed the
heartless woman from the room where she had been chained.

She was led to a bathroom, gloriously fashioned in marble and gold, the image of
ancient decadence. She wondered if this was for Samantha’s clients as well, or
if her captor simply liked the design.

Amy balked as Katrina directed her to the toilet, but the tight feeling in her
bladder won, and she went there, before the blond’s piercing gaze. That brought
Amy’s mind back from fancies and fantasies, and to reality.

She was a prisoner here, kept naked and tied up by a woman who had clearly
inspired all of this around the plots of her own books. Amy knew she could
expect torture and all manner of hideous fates to follow, for that was what
happened to her heroines. Such things were easier by far to imagine than to
experience.

There had to be a way out of this. There had to be.

Once she was done, Katrina never having moved her gaze, Amy was blushing
furiously, bitterly ashamed.

“You look a mess,” Katrina pronounced. “Into the shower. Wash yourself thoroughly.
Mistress Sonia’ orders.” She removed Amy’s collar and leash and stood back, leaving
the writer utterly naked.

Amy obeyed, stepping into the shower and wincing as cold water cascaded over her
body. Again, aware that Katrina was watching her, she took the soap and began to
lather herself all over. Closing her eyes, she tried to relish the experience.
Her muscles were sore, her skin sweaty, her face marked by tears. She rubbed
herself over, lathering and rinsing her long hair.

She was almost feeling normal when Katrina said, “cunt and arse too. Clean them
out.”

This had almost been a normal, ordinary experience before that. It had been easy
to ignore Katrina’s presence and enjoy the every-day moment of a shower. Now, she
was reminded again of where she was, and why she was doing this.

For a moment she trembled there, shame and fear gripping her, but then a
rational voice – Golden Petal’s voice – stopped her.

You will be tortured eventually, it said. Take this time. Make it last as long
as you can.

Amy shivered, and picked up the soap again, setting to cleaning herself out as
much as she could. As her soapy hand slid over her thin pussy lips, she was
shocked to find the raised nib of her clit. Just brushing it caused shockwaves
of pleasure to emanate through her. She couldn’t recall the last time she had
felt like that. Painfully aware of her audience, she began to rub herself there
again.

“None of that,” snapped Katrina. “You’re here to clean yourself out for the
Mistress Sonia, not play with yourself.”

Shamed again, Amy resumed washing, keeping her head down, doing as Katrina
ordering, even submitting to a humiliating check, as the blond woman knelt
behind her, and pulled her arse cheeks open.

“Good enough,” she eventually pronounced. “Dry yourself off. Quickly.”

Amy obeyed, shaking the droplets of water from her limbs, and rubbing herself
down. Katrina kept speeding her up, and when she was satisfied, Amy’s long hair
was still dripping. Katrina seemed content.

Then, the chains were re-applied. First the collar with leash. Then the manacles
at her wrists, pulled behind her tighter than before, so there was a mere few
inches slack. Then ankles, with a foot and a half’s movement room.

Katrina kept producing more chains. She looped a coil above and below Amy’s
breasts, squeezing them slightly. Another coil around her slim waist.

Worst of all, she brought back the nipple clamps. Amy’s nipples were already
hard from the cold water, and again she cried out with agony as she were
attached, clamped down mercilessly on her sore nipples.

Finally, Katrina pulled out a white gown, which she draped over Amy’s body, tying
it shut around the waist. It could not cover anything at all – her hands bound
as they were, she could not fit her arms into the holes, and the gown was only
tied loosely. It gave her the appearance of being more than naked. It was an
item of clothing that, flimsy as it was, could be torn from her in an even
greater display of humiliation.

On a distant level, she found herself liking that idea, and resolving to use it
in a later book.

She was led by Katrina away from the luxurious bathroom, and back towards the
throne room where she had spent an agonised night of bondage. She was trembling
at the memory, fear beginning to rise within her of what might be done to her
next.

But also throbbing inside her was a thrill, a perverted and terrible thrill. The
thought that Samantha – or Queen – might kiss her again, touch her, caress
her, bring her to the same heights of ecstacy that she had seen before…

Amy could not believe these thoughts.

That was how Petal would react. Desiring Queen as much as she was repulsed by
her. Become like Petal. That was the way to survive this.

Become like Golden Petal.

———-

Queen was reclining on her throne, her luscious body – the exact double of her
sister’s – swathed in the slightest of sheer gowns, a long necklace around her
neck, a blood red stone dangling between her voluptuous breasts.

“My little Petal,” she purred. “Feeling refreshed?”

“Mistress Sonia Queen,” she said, not knowing what else to say. She would not betray
Nadia. She could not betray Nadia. But what if she were tortured again,
left to hang as se had been before? Worse, what if she were kissed again,
caressed, touched…

In one smooth motion, Queen’s guard pulled the gown from Petal’s freshly
washed body, leaving her utterly open and exposed before the evil queen.
Blushing, she tried to bow her head, to avoid the dominant and lustful look in
Queen’s eyes, but the guard held her head up.

Slowly, Queen very deliberately ran her eyes all across the bound woman’s
athletic body, enjoying Petal’s discomfort and shame. To appear so
humiliatingly naked before someone so evil, so much the image of the woman she
loved and adored….

“Kneel,” Queen ordered.

Petal tried to obey, her movements awkward in her bondage, but the guard
roughly pushed her down, forcing her to her knees.

“Spread your knees,” Queen ordered. Petal obeyed, shamefully.

“Wider.”

“Wider.”

“Wider.”

Tears of humiliation rose within the poor girl’s eyes. Her thigh muscles burned
with the strain of maintaining that position, sitting high on her heels, her
legs spread as wide open as they could, vulnerable to Queen’s piercing and lewd
gaze, her body wide open for the taking.

She began to tremble.

“Beg me for mercy.”

“Please,” Petal sobbed, instantly. “Mercy, Mistress Sonia. Please… I’ll do
anything.”

“Really?” Queen said, smiling. “Tell me what you will do.”

“I will…” the pretty and helpless prisoner began. “I will worship you, obey
you, kiss your feet…”

“Will you lick me? Pleasure me? Fuck me as you did my sister?”

Petal flinched. The reference to Nadia… to her true love. Nadia would
never speak so crudely.

Queen nodded, and the guard suddenly walked around in front of Petal. She had
discarded her light gown, and now wore only her slippers and a belt strapped
around her waist. Attached to the belt, on a leather strap running under her
legs, was a long, hard phallus, at least nine inches in length, thick and round.
Petal eyed it.

“Kiss it,” Queen ordered. The helpless girl hesitated.

“You had better kiss it,” the usurper advised. “Lick it, take it inside you.
Make it as wet as you can, because in a moment, it will be inside a very
different hole, and the more lubricated it will be, the better.”

Petal could only stare at her.

——

“No!” Amy screamed, at the realisation of what would be done to her. “No!
Samantha, please, no! You can’t!”

“You have twenty heartbeats, my little Petal. Kiss it as much as you can.”

Terrified, her heart pounding, Amy opened her mouth, and accepted the strap-on
into her. She gagged as it was thrust to the back of her throat, but she licked
it and sucked at it as hard as possible, desperate to get some lubrication onto
it. Her mouth was suddenly dry.

Amy was still shaking when Katrina withdrew the dildo and walked around behind
her. Incoherently, she babbled to Samantha, praying for some mercy. The fantasy
had ended now. This was not just an exercise in humiliation. This was rape,
plain and simple.

She was paralysed by the feel of Katrina’s hands on her back, and then one her
bound wrists. So terrified was she, that she did not at first notice that her
hands had been freed.

Oh, thank God! she thought a moment later. Just a joke.

Katrina pushed her forward, so that she fell onto her front. With her newly
released hands, she tried to push herself up, but Samantha stepped up from her
couch and stepped on Amy’s hands. She was only wearing slippers, and there was
not enough pressure to hurt, but enough to keep her down.

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Samantha bent down, picked up the end of Amy’s leash, and pulled the helpless
writer’s head upwards, so that she could not help but stare into her captor’s
face.

“Please,” Amy sobbed. “Please… don’t do this!”

“Mercy?” Samantha said, in her Queen voice. “From me, little Petal? I
promised to degrade you utterly, remember? I promised to make you mine in every
conceivable way. This will destroy the last vestiges of your pride, your
dignity, your freedom. After this act is done, you will be mine, totally.

“And I want you to keep looking into my eyes as it is done, so that you know who
it is who is responsible for this.”

“No…” Amy sobbed. “No…”

Then, she felt Katrina roughly force the end of the strap-on into her virgin arse,
and she screamed, a high-pitched and anguished sound she had never imagined
could come from any human being.

——-

Petal screamed until her throat was sore, and even then she continued to
scream, dry rasping at the back of her throat. Tears streamed uncontrollably
down her face. Her pleas for mercy had been ignored, as her screams were
likewise.

She could not move her head, and she dare not close her eyes. She was trapped
there, staring up into the cruel and terrible eyes of Mistress Sonia Queen, the same
eyes that she had once dreamed would look upon her with love from Nadia.

But it was not to be, and now it never was to be, for she knew what Queen had
said was true. From this point on, she was utterly and irrevocably a slave.
Queen had broken her. She would do anything to avoid this happening to her
again. She would give up all that she had, betray all that she once knew,
knowing nothing but her own slavery and humiliation.

The pain of that realisation was almost – almost – as bad as the agony of her
rape.

——–

Amy heard a hard grunt in her ear, signifying that her ordeal had ended. She
felt Katrina’s weight lift from her back, and the rough thrusting end, leaving a
sharp and agonising pain in her violated body. She was still staring up at
Samantha, although her vision was blurred by her tears.

“Do you have anything to say to me, little Petal?” she asked.

“I am yours, Mistress Sonia,” she rasped.

“Yes,” she said, smiling. “You are.”

She stepped back from Amy’s hands, and took her seat back on her throne. With a
regal air, she extended one foot. Wordlessly, without needing to be told, amy
crawled forward, and extended her dry tongue with which to kiss and caress her
Mistress Sonia.

It did not matter to her now whether she was Amy Tan, writer, submitting before
Samantha Hollis; or whether she was Golden Petal, slave and prisoner, before
Queen, queen and monster. Amy and Golden Petal had become one within her now,
as had Tarilanna and Star Lily and all her other heroines. Every scene she had
ever written had become one in this moment, where she herself had become a
slave.

“Stand up,” Samantha ordered after a while, and Amy obeyed, somewhat painfully.
She did not resist as Katrina pulled her arms above her head, and chained them
there, leaving the poor girl helpless before whatever new torment could be
devised for her.

Samantha stepped forward. Amy closed her eyes, tensing herself for some new
blow, some torture, pain, or something.

She screamed at the lightest touch on her thigh, just above the chains at her
knee.

Samantha continued to caress her idly, drawing circles on Amy’s soft and tender
skin. At first, it was merely a light itch, a gentle tickling, but as Samantha
continued, moving her fingers upwards and downwards, inside Amy’s legs, up and
over her waist, down towards her groin, the sensation became more intense, more
exciting…

Samantha leaned forward and kissed her helpless prisoner, standing so that only
their lips touched, her body so near and yet so far from Amy’s own. Yearning to
be touched, Amy tried to strain herself forward.

“Do you love me?” she asked, huskily.

“Yes, Mistress Sonia,” Amy replied.

“Do you adore me?”

“Yes, Mistress Sonia.”

“Will you obey me utterly, in all things?”

“Yes, Mistress Sonia,” Amy whispered, through unshed tears.

“Good,” Samantha said, sitting back down, crossing her legs and placing her
hands on her lap.

“This is what’s going to happen, Amy.” That as the first time she had usde Amy’s
real name since this whole ordeal had begun. Or was it her real name? Was Amy
Tan any more real than Golden Petal or Star Lily or Chase or Miria? They were
all slaves, all helpless prisoners of beautiful, powerful, cruel women.

“You are going to live here, with me, as my slave. I’ll get a document drafted
up to make me your agent. All the business side of your work is going to be done
by me. You’ll just write. I think you have enough ideas to finish your book
now?”

Amy nodded.

“You’ve got a great talent. I’ll help nurture that, be your… ah…
inspiration. You’ll be fed, clothed…” She paused. “When necessary. You’ll live
here, want for nothing. All you have to do is write, and serve me. Katrina and I
will take care of everything else.

“A room’s been provided for you. Your laptop’s been set up… modified slightly
so you can’t e-mail out. I don’t think you would, but just to stop you calling
for help. You won’t, will you?”

“No, Mistress Sonia.” And she wouldn’t. What would she do out there? She was a
prisoner there, too.

“Good.” Katrina began to take her down. “Any questions?”

Amy looked down at herself, naked save for her chains, collar and manacles. “May
I have some clothes, Mistress Sonia?”

“No,” Samantha said sharply. “Anything else?”

“May I…” Amy wasn’t sure how to ask that. “Mistress Sonia, may I…?”

“No,” she replied again. “I’ll let you come when you finish the book. Think of
that as an incentive. If I find you’ve pleasured yourself before I give
permission…” Chrstina smiled. “I’ll let Katrina rape you again.”

Amy paled, almost shaking, suddenly nauseous. No, not that again. No…

“Anything else?”

There was a pause, and Samantha gave a signal. Katrina led the faltering and
dizzy young woman from the room, Amy rattling with each step. Just when they got
to the door, Amy paused, and turned back.

“Mistress Sonia?” she said.

——–

Petal looked at the cruel queen, her body burning from her torture, tears
filling her lovely eyes.

“I love you, Mistress Sonia Queen,” she said, loathing herself for saying so, but
unable to stop the feeling inside her.

——–

Amy sat down at the desk provided for her, her violated arse burning as she did
so. Her laptop was on, opened to the last chapter of A PetalChained. She looked
at the final words she had written.

She knew who the evil queen was now. She knew why Queen wanted to break her,
and why Petal would respond to that torture in the way she would.

And she knew how the book would end. The only way it could.

The end of her leather leash dropped down in front of her, brushing against her
throbbing cunt, idly caressing her swollen clit. Amy watched to sob.

She was Golden Petal now, and all of the others. Every heroine she would ever
write again, would be her. She would spend the rest of her life every bit as
much of a slave as they would.

Weeping, she stretched, and began to write.

Hibbert relaxed and leaned against the wall of the kitchen, watching as Lady Sonia finished the last of the dishes. He looked down her long copper-red hair to the edge of her pink, cotton skirt that ended about three inches beneath her ass. He watched intently when the material swished with her movements. He knew there was nothing under the soft fabric except even softer skin. He could feel his hand itch with his want for her.

Tonight was to be their first “Friday Night Spanking” in the new apartment. They had always wanted a regular spanking night once they finally were together in real life. They had said that setting a day aside, once each week, for erotic spanking would help remind them of their dominance and submission, no matter how busy life became, and keep their love for each other fresh and exciting.

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She had felt Hibbert touch her almost constantly since he had picked her up late one morning at her sister’s home two weeks before. They had enjoyed a first spanking at the hotel, and it had been exciting and wonderful because everything was new. But tonight was different … special. They were more comfortable with each other, and they were finally in their home. Tonight he would make her ass red, her pussy wet, and her tears would flow from her dark eyes in their very own bedroom.

That thought had him shifting his weight and his cock twitching. Lady Sonia must have heard or sensed him behind her, and she turned to smile into his eyes. It was like she saw right into his soul. Her eyes twinkled with what he was thinking. She had already spent the day babbling on about how excited she was and had been teasing him every chance she got.

“Are you finished yet?” Hibbert asked. He walked up behind her tired of trying to resist touching her. His hands glided over her shoulders, down her back and under the skirt to cup her full, round ass cheeks. He had prohibited her from wearing panties without special permission. Lady Sonia giggled and pressed back against his hands as he gave her bottom a firm squeeze. He honestly prayed that this feeling of needing to touch her would never leave him. He also hoped she would never get tired of his hands on her.

“Yes, I’m finished. Did you want something Sir?” She giggled again as his lips bit her on the right ear lobe.

“You know damn well what I want and how I want it,” he growled into her ear turning her giggles into a moan.

He loved being with her, especially as her Dom. The fact that Lady Sonia was as happy as his submissive filled him with a joy and a purpose he had sought for years. He knew that in time they would become Master and slave. He already owned her heart and soul and the training of her body was something he planned to drag out for the rest of his life.

In fact, tonight Hibbert planned to step up the training. He planned on pushing Lady Sonia a little past the limits she thought she had. He wanted to keep her guessing and to help her break down the barriers for her body that kept her from fully giving herself. Until now he had been patient with her and had not caused her humiliation. But he knew if he didn’t push her a little, she would stay where she was and Hibbert couldn’t accept that for either of them.

Lady Sonia dried her hands on the towel next to the sink and turned around to face him. Her arms went around his neck and he held her close for a moment inhaling the scent of her hair and loving the warmth of her body as she snuggled against him. She tilted her face upwards, pursing her lips to kiss him. She was always bold in the way she expressed her love. Sometimes Hibbert thought they could live happily ever after with their lips locked onto one another’s. But, not right now, he thought as he pulled his mouth away from hers and smiled at her small whine of protest.

“If you are finished in here I have some things I would like you to do. I don’t want you to roll your eyes or try to argue what I will tell you.” He paused and drew back to look at her face.

“Is that clear Lady Sonia?” He watched her eyes as she transformed into his good girl.

“Yes Sir, what would you like?”

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “I want you to go take a shower, put on just a little make-up, put your hair in a pony tail, then put on the clothes I have laid out for you on the bed. OK?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. I want you to get into your position next to the chair that I have moved into our room for the night. Wait for me there.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I love you Lady Sonia, I love you very much.”

“I love you, my Hibbert.”

They kissed, and with a swat on her behind, he sent her off to take her shower while he went to into the computer room. He found he couldn’t actually do any work. When he heard the shower, he imagined he could see her naked body, the soap running off her breasts with milky streams of hot water. He knew that when she was done tonight, her delicate bits would be as smooth as satin; she knew her body was going to be the star of their show. Hibbert closed his eyes imagining her across his lap, open and exposed, giving herself to him. The power of the image was arousing and he touched the sensitive bulge in his jeans and impatiently glanced again at the clock.

When he heard Lady Sonia leave the bathroom and go into their bedroom, he half smiled imagining the shock on her face as she saw what he had laid out for her to wear. She would be panicked, but he also knew she would obey. Until now, he had allowed her to be shy about showing off her body. He knew she was self-conscious and didn’t like to be naked. But he knew that if he didn’t push her she would never understand that naked is how he wanted her. He wanted her to submit her body fully to him so she would know and believe that he really did love and accept her just the way she was.

He touched his cock again, as if that would ease the ache that had been there since this morning. God how he wanted her ass under his hand and her pussy wet for him! She was the hottest lover he had ever been with and everyday they were together yielded new layers of lust for them both. She admitted she was proud to be his slut. He thought enough time had passed, and he stood, pulling his shorts so they would drop past his erection. She was waiting for him.

At their bedroom, he turned the doorknob and went into the candlelit room. At the end of the bed near the chair, his throat caught his breath and he felt his cock jumped against his jeans. She was magnificent! He closed the door behind him and moved in front of her. She had done what he had asked. Lady Sonia was only wearing a black leather training collar, black stockings with black lace garter belt and black four-inch stilettos. Her red hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail with the ends hanging loose and brushing against her shoulders. She was in her submissive position with her palms upwards on her thighs and her eyes downcast. She was perfectly still but for the rise and fall of her breasts which told him just how nervous she was. He smiled softly down on her and felt the love for her fill his heart. What a brave girl his Lady Sonia was, and he so wanted her to see what he saw, but he knew that would take time.

“Lady Sonia, look at me.” Hibbert ordered her quietly, hoping he sounded Dom enough to not give away how nervous and excited he was.

Lady Sonia tilted her head up and looked into his eyes, “Yes Sir.”

“You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you Sir.” Lady Sonia smiled softly, and he could see her fight the tears that surfaced at his praise.

“Are you ok Lady Sonia?”

“Yes Sir, I…I just feel … naked,” she blurted out and blushed even more than she already had been. He swallowed his laugh and said.

“You look just like I imagined you would.” Hibbert reached out and stroked the top of her head lovingly. He reached his hand down and motioned for her to take it. Lady Sonia rose to her feet to stand before him. He was so impressed with her courage and her willingness to please him; he knew she would love nothing better then to grab one of his big shirts and cover up.

“Turn around, and let me see all of you.”

She looked like she would panic, but she was in her submissive mode and didn’t hesitate. Slowly, she turned in front of him. She was still not used to wearing such high heels, and one stiletto caught in the carpet and threw her off balance. Hibbert caught her in his arms.

“Well fuck, that was graceful!” Lady Sonia blurted out.

Hibbert busted up, and she laughed with him. She clung to him as they tried to gain composure, but every time she looked up at him, they broke into laughing fits again.

“Ok…ok…stop it!” Hibbert said, as sternly as he could.

“Yes Sir,” Lady Sonia said and bit her lip trying to get a hold on herself.

“God, how I love you little girl, even when you go and ruin a perfectly good moment.”

“Wasn’t me that picked out the shoes.”

“Ok, that is it, Little Miss Smartass!” Hibbert stated in his best Dom voice and sat down in the chair.

“Get over here … now, Lady Sonia,” he growled.

All traces of laughter or sarcasm fell from her face, and he could see her fall into submission and felt such pleasure at how quickly that happened for her. It was never a role with Lady Sonia. She was who she was, and Hibbert felt his heart swell with love and pride that she belonged to him.

Lady Sonia stopped in front of him. Hibbert reached out and ran his fingertips up her stocking-clad legs to the smooth skin of her thighs, stopped, and then slowly stroked back down again. When he went up again, he reached around her to touch her full, smooth ass cheeks. He looked up to see her eyes partially closed and saw the small pink nipples of her breasts already as hard as pebbles.

“I want you to lie across my lap, Lady Sonia.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

She went to the side of the chair and leaned forward. He helped her down, holding her securely. “Don’t

be afraid I won’t let you fall.”

“I know, Sir.” Lady Sonia didn’t sound too convinced, but he could also hear the determination in her voice to not show it.

She lay across his lap. Hibbert told her to hold on to the legs of the chair while he pressed his hand against the small of her back to hold her against him. His eyes feasted on the view. My God what a sight she was! The garters were pulled tight over the backs of her thighs and attached to the black lace of the stockings. He ran his hand over the back of her legs and down her calves. Then back up to the inside of her thigh and back over to tease the strap of the garter. He ran the tips of his fingers higher over the outside of her ass, which he was saving to explore last, to the small of her back. Her skin was so white, like porcelain, cool and as smooth as silk. He touched the back of her neck and then the pony tail hanging almost to the floor. He grabbed it and pulled gently back, lifting Lady Sonia’s head from its hanging position.

“Are you comfortable little girl,” he said. He didn’t expect her to complain now.

“Yes Daddy,” she said softly.

“We have been waiting for this night all week haven’t we?”

“Yes, we have.” Lady Sonia answered breathlessly with anticipation and just a twinge of fear.

“Do you want me to spank you, Lady Sonia? Do you want me to make your ass all hot and red and My pussy wet and wanting?”

“Ohhhhh yes Sir! Please I want that so much.”

She enflamed him. His cock twitched and pressed as if searching. He seemed to always be searching for her. Hibbert laid his palm across her ass. Slowly and lightly he began to caress her. He felt her breathing quicken, and she stiffened.

“Relax, Lady Sonia. You have to trust me.” He felt her body gradually release its tension as she lay over his lap.

His hands moved across her soft, smooth flesh. He moved from one cheek to the other, feeling every twitch she made in his finger tips. He went lower, to the spot where her leg met her ass. Ohhhhh, how he loved that sweet spot! Hibbert ran his forefinger slowly along the crease between leg and butt cheek, and Lady Sonia wiggled as he got close to her pussy.

“Be still, Lady Sonia. Let me touch you without worrying that you will fall off.”

“Yes Sir,” she said and held herself still. Hibbert smiled down at her effort. She was very active when it came to anything sexual, and forcing her to be still increased her tension.

Hibbert’s moved his fingers along the crack of her ass and down to his favorite possession, Pussy. He very lightly brushed against her labia and then back up to her smooth ass cheeks again. He caressed her for a few more moments and then raised his hand and let the slap fall squarely upon her left cheek. Lady Sonia jumped in his lap and he held her tightly as his hand fell again on right cheek. Then back to the left, then the right, then a caress to smooth the skin and to her get used to the sting.

Hibbert noticed his heart pounding hard and felt his hand raining down in the same tempo on Lady Sonia’s ass and thighs. A very nice shade of pink was starting to rise in her white skin. His cock was pressing hard up against her. She moved to press her pelvis down onto it. Hibbert shut his eyes, feeling his cock pulse and throb. It wanted out, but he wouldn’t think of that until he was finished with the spanking.

“Your cock is hard Lady Sonia. Do you feel it?”

“Yes Sir,” her voice breathless.

“Do you want more Lady Sonia?”

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

He loved the way she said “Daddy.” His slut, his little girl! He brought his hand up and this time brought it down hard, in the center of her ass cheek, then on the other side just as hard. He poured blows on her thighs, making them as pink as her ass. Lady Sonia moaned and wiggled, both to meet the sexuality of it and to temper the pain. When she tried to close her thighs around her pussy, Hibbert instead moved his hand down and cupped her sex. Heat radiating from her sex; he pressed a finger into her slit.

“Your pussy is so wet, little girl. Does Daddy turn you on when he spanks you?

“Oh yes Daddy!”

He inserted his finger into her warm, moist cunt, working it in. Her pussy gripped his finger and he could feel her cunt suck him. Lady Sonia pressed back against his hand, moaning and eager for him to continue, or to increase his pace, to make her come. Hibbert slid the finger out, coated in her juices and spread it on her clit. Lady Sonia had the most sensitive, tiniest clit Hibbert had ever felt. He was amazed at how something so tiny could cause her so much pleasure. He circled the little nub while she wiggled with new eagerness.

“Don’t move, Lady Sonia!” It was an order.

She stopped. He took his hand from her pussy and rubbed it over her ass then down her legs again. Whack! He slapped her ass. He went into a steady rhythm, slowly building in speed and intensity. He loved the feel of the heat that was radiating from her soft flesh, her cheeks becoming redder with every slap.

“Ouch!” Lady Sonia cried out suddenly and all but jumped from his lap. Hibbert tightened his grip and looked down at her with concern.

“What is it?” He asked.

“That hurts!”

“It’s supposed to, Lady Sonia,” he said, frowning in confusion

“I know, Sir.”

“Lady Sonia you have to use your safeword if you want me to slow down or stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop Sir. I just needed to say ouch.”

“Oh.” Hibbert frowned down at her and then broke out into a big smile. Of course, she would say ouch. Lady Sonia always said what was on her mind.

“Do you want more, Lady Sonia?”

“Yes Daddy…but?”

“What?” He asked, starting to feel a little perplexed by the woman over his lap with her sex open to him, her head dangling down and her red ponytail dragging on the beige carpet. He looked at her ass, pink from the top of her cheeks down to where the stockings started near the middle of her thighs. His hand caressed the hot skin as he waited for Lady Sonia to say what it is that she wanted.

“Uh…well…can you do it a little harder please?”

“Oh, you are such a naughty slut.”

“Yes Sir!” Lady Sonia giggled and Hibbert slapped her ass hard enough to cause her to flinch and cry out,

“Owwww!”

He began spanking her harder and harder. He could feel the damp oozing from his cock. Lady Sonia’s ass was hot and red. His hand was stinging from the force. Hibbert slipped a finger into her pussy and was amazed at how wet she was. Her pussy juices coated his finger. He rubbed her clit and she moaned and pressed against him. It was difficult now with Lady Sonia writhing against his hand; he could hear sobs mixed in with her moans and knew not much more would be needed to send her over the edge.

“Ohhhhh Daddy!” She cried out, a mixture of tears and lust.

“I want you to come, Lady Sonia.” He fingered her faster, harder, until her body began tensing. Her cunt sucked at his fingers, her clit was swollen and hard.

“Come slut, come now for your Daddy!”

“Ohhhhh God! Ohhhhh Daddy!” Lady Sonia cried out and came against his hand, pressing hard and increasingly wet and slick against his palm and fingers. He rubbed and stroked her until he felt her spasms lessen. He stopped to caress her ass and pussy. He could hear her sobbing harder now and could feel her body tremble with emotion and the need she still felt. She was never finished with one orgasm and the next would be stronger and more intense.

“Lady Sonia, slide off of me please.” His voice was raw with feeling as Lady Sonia slid down his lap to lie at his feet. Her hands wrapped around his legs, and she cried. Her body shook from too many endorphins. He looked down at her for a moment as love and lust for her consumed him. He gently removed her hands from around his leg and helped her up from the floor to her knees. Hibbert took her face into his hands and looked down at her tear-streaked eyes and open mouth as she tried to catch her breath. He thought she had never looked more beautiful. He leaned forward and kissed one eye then the other, moving down to kiss her tear stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of tears. She sniffed loudly, and he smiled. He reached over to her vanity table and took a tissue, handing it to her so she could blow her nose.

“Are you alright, dear?”

“Yes, Daddy! I feel great,” and with that she burst into tears again, this time mixed with giggles. She was on a high now and he could tell that if he didn’t reign her in she would be off and bubbling. So, he helped her to her feet and gave her another tissue. After drying her eyes, he motioned for her to turn around for him. This time her shyness was gone and she spun around proudly showing off her very bright red ass cheeks.

“Can I see, Daddy?”

“Yes you may,” Hibbert laughed.

Lady Sonia went to the mirror hanging on the wall and looked at herself. She twisted to the left, and then to the right, to get the full view of the damage that had been inflicted on her soft skin. She smiled and reached back to touch one flaming cheek.

“Oooo it’s hot!” She said with a giggle and winced from the pain, and then she giggled again.

“Yes, and pussy is still wet and Daddy’s cock is very tired of being cooped up.”

Lady Sonia looked down to his crotch and licked her lips. In her most seductive walk, which wasn’t much considering how much she wobbled in her shoes, she came forward, looking Hibbert right in the eye. His cock twitched the closer she got.

“What can I do for my Cock?” Lady Sonia asked looking into Hibbert’s eyes with so much love he felt his heart melt.

“Suck me,” he said quietly. Lady Sonia fell to her knees and wasted no time undoing his fly to release the hard cock from its confines. She took it lovingly into her hands and leaned forward to kiss the head. She rubbed the head over her mouth and face, the whole time looking up into his eyes. Hibbert grabbed her ponytail and pulled her face down onto his cock. He wanted to bury himself in her mouth and down her throat. She was so warm and wet, her tongue circling around and around the shaft. He felt his balls tighten and the head of his cock swell. He could hear her slight gags when he thrust against the back of her throat. He thought briefly that he should care if he was being too rough with her, but quickly stopped caring as feelings of pure lust had him pumping himself into her mouth.

His hands pulled out the elastic band from her hair and tossed it to the floor. He weaved his fingers through her long tresses. He loved how silky her hair felt and that sensation, mixed with the wet sucking of her mouth, was almost too much for him to keep control of himself. He knew if let her keep this up he would come soon. Closing his eyes and concentrating for a few more seconds on the delicious sensations, he eased himself out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet.

He kissed her long and deep. Lady Sonia melted into him and kissed him back with as much passion as he gave her. Their tongues each swirled around the other, and Hibbert felt his cock throb violently as Lady Sonia sucked his tongue into her mouth, working it as if she still had her lips around his penis. He ran his hands down her back to her ass where he could still feel the soft heat from the spanking against his palms. He pulled her hard against him as if he could make them one flesh. He ravished her mouth and felt her complete surrender to the kiss and more importantly to him.

He broke off the kiss and pushed her backward onto the bed. Lady Sonia’s legs wantonly opened, eager to receive him. Her eyes shone with lust, and Hibbert knew he was done with spankings and foreplay. He had to have her in the oldest way right now! He climbed onto the bed and between Lady Sonia’s white thighs. He held his own cock to guide himself into her sweet, hot pussy. He felt the wetness open around him and he couldn’t keep from plunging into her; he felt her pussy suck him in deeper, then resist. He pushed and felt her open tightly around the head of his cock. Her hips rose from the bed and her legs came up to wrap around his waist.

Hibbert rose up on his hands and looked down at her. Her red hair fanned out on the sheets, her full breasts rising and falling, ready for attention with eager, pink nipples. He was only too happy to give the girls what they wanted and lowered his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. Lady Sonia stroked his head as he began sucking, and she moved against him, cooing as he began fucking her.

He went from one nipple to the other, but then his cock became too demanding. Hibbert pulled his cock nearly out of Lady Sonia’s pussy, teased her opening for several seconds until she began to breathe harder, and then plunged it back in again. He did this over and over, until he was thrusting hard and fast into her. Her moans grew louder, her eyes shut tight. Hibbert slipped a hand between them and touched her clit causing Lady Sonia to arch her back and let out a loud moan. He rubbed her clit in a firm steady circular motion and continued to drive his cock into her. He could feel his balls drawing tight and knew it wouldn’t be long now.

“Look at me Lady Sonia.” She opened her eyes. “Come with me.”

“Yesssssssssss Daddy!”

They were lost in the passion and each other, their eyes saying what they felt in that moment. Hibbert let out a loud moan that mingled with Lady Sonia’s softer cries as their orgasms ripped through their bodies merging in the sweet release of passion and love. Hibbert closed his eyes for a moment and reveled in the feelings of joy that wash over a man when he comes with the woman he loves, His Lady Sonia, His love and slave. He opened his eyes and smiled down at her. She giggled and hugged him tight against her.

“I love you, my Hibbert!” She whispered.

“I love you, my Lady Sonia.” He whispered back and rolled off her gathering her in his arms and holding her close as they regained their breath.

“Daddy?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Can we have a Saturday night spanking night too?”

Hibbert laughed and hugged her tighter. That was his Lady Sonia…slut to the core. God how he loved it, and her!

At twenty-something, before she met John, she was engaged to be married, but he disappeared one day. Much as she tried, she didn’t think she would ever find her Prince Charming. All of the good men were married. She was easily attracted to men. She was horny almost all the time and she rather enjoyed illicit sex with other women’s husbands. She was single and a government employee at a military installation which gave her a wide assortment of available, and unavailable men. That’s where she met John, an Air Force sergeant, who divorced his wife for her… (More Story Below Pic)

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She attracted men easily because she was quite direct in her approach…she hit on them in a shy and coy sort of way. Not romantically inclined, she loved men and just wanted something strange occasionally. She was no beauty, quite plain even, but she had a wonderful body perfected with rigorous daily exercise. She was light-skinned and purposely avoided sunlight to keep it that way. Her features were gypsy-like, dark-haired and light-eyes, taller than average.

UK Sonia was no bimbo, but she was a cunt. She would become acquainted with her lover’s wives then reveal their husband’s indiscretion. This might have given her some dark secret pleasure but it also caused a stinking uproar every time. This effectively shed one adulterous liaison in order to pursue the next. Still, while intelligent and deep, she had conflicted feelings about her sexuality and her religious beliefs. She would retreat to her pious self when unattached. She considered herself a good Christian, but when it came to sex, her weakness as she called it, she could not help herself. Often times, she said, “I’m so horny I could fuck a tree.” UK Sonia had been involved in numerous affairs by the time she found John. They married in their mid thirties.

She looked forward to joining her husband John overseas. He was in the military and by necessity left her behind until he was settled and had adequate quarters assigned. Sometimes this took months. This was not the first time she had traveled to Europe. In her younger days she studied in Spain and eagerly sought out several brief but passionate affairs. They were both mature enough to understand each other’s sexual needs and found common ground concerning their expected separations.

After months of waiting, she joined John and quickly met his military friends and their wives. They were a friendly, close knit group of people. They worked hard and they played hard, together. John seemed to gravitate to a younger group of special friends in their twenties. His best friend was a young man named Ted. His wife Stephanie was a beautiful local girl, outgoing and a lot of fun to be around . She was blonde, slim and tall, green-eyed, and long-legged. Although Stephanie was somewhat bohemian, UK Sonia found it easy to like her.

After catching up on a lot of overdue sex, John and UK Sonia’s free time was spent sight-seeing and shopping. John showed her all the places he had been to before she got there. Weekend evenings were spent mostly gathering with friends, dining and dancing. One of John’s favorite places was a small gasthaus, a pub, near their housing area. It was run by an American ex-serviceman. Gene’s Place was very popular with young Americans.

UK Sonia never smoked cigarettes, drank caffeine or alcoholic beverages. Her body was the temple of her soul. Secretly, she kept a bottle of Morgan David blackberry wine in the kitchen cabinet, to settle her nerves, she said. At Gene’s Place she would occasionally sip wine from her husband’s glass. This led to many refills for John. It was a source of humor with their friends. UK Sonia and John drank wine from the same glass.

She looked forward to their evenings out. They would dine out, bar hop and dance with his friends till the wee hours. The wine curbed her inhibitions and she enjoyed herself immensely. She knew that European women did not wait to be asked to dance by the men and took to the dance floor with each other without hesitation. She noticed Ted’s wife Stephanie danced with many women, but especially with Rod’s girlfriend, Goody.

UK Sonia learned that Goody was Stephanie’s maid of honor and best friend. Rod, one of the young servicemen in the their unit, was a big, good looking farm boy. He was shy, soft spoken and well mannered. One evening UK Sonia had just come off the dance floor sweaty and very tipsy, she sat on her husband’s lap. John mostly ignored her while he talked with others at the table. With one arm draped around John’s neck and with a wine glass at her lips she watched Stephanie and Goody on the dance floor. Then it dawned on her. Why didn’t Stephanie ask her to dance? Seems Stephanie had danced with everyone in the place but her. UK Sonia had not danced with any of the other women, since there were plenty of willing male partners, mostly John, Ted and Rod. But Stephanie had never pulled her to the dance floor like she did Goody.

When the music stopped, UK Sonia watched Stephanie and Goody make their way to the loo. She was feeling giddy and decided to join them. They were having so much fun. She walked into the lady’s room as several other women were going out. She could hear Stephanie and Goody laughing and talking with each other in the stalls. She glanced in the mirror and unsteadily poked at her hair and make-up in the mirror. She was about to say something to the girls when she realized that they were in the same stall together. She froze at the mention of her name. They didn’t know she was there.

“I haven’t seen you dance with UK Sonia yet.” She heard Goody say to Stephanie.

“No, but I’d like to get her out there and give her gorgeous ass a good squeeze. Do you think she would like it if I did this to her?” UK Sonia heard Goody catch her breath.

“No…..I mean, yes, that. Do that, yes! Hurry Stephanie…a quickie!” UK Sonia heard Goody panting; the sounds of lust were unmistakable. She held her breath fearing that she’d be discovered. What are these two women doing? Then it dawned on her. They’re lesbians! No, how could they be lesbians? Stephanie is married to Ted, and Rod is Goody’s boyfriend. But they certainly were engaged in sexual misbehavior, she thought. She could hear them moaning softly. And UK Sonia’s breasts were swelling like they do when she’s horny. Oh, my god, this is turning me on! UK Sonia’s hands grasped at her hardening nipples. When they got like that they required attention. She thought of her breasts as the keys to the kingdom. Get these and the rest comes with it. She felt the wetness coming. She had never been confronted with a situation such as this and certainly never expected to react like this.

UK Sonia heard Stephanie, “Um! Um! Oh, Goody!” UK Sonia never dwelled upon sex with another woman. She liked cock too much. And, size did indeed matter. Her sexual preferences dwelled on cock. There had been a couple of times when she set aside her preference for well endowed men so she could indulge herself in another of her secret passions. One of her previous lovers had introduced her to the pleasures of anal sex. She decided she had made the right decision with John, size-wise. He was large, so she had resigned herself. No anal sex in her marriage. Not since one of her brief affairs with an older and understanding married man. He was average size, but the intense anal pleasures he gave her were unforgettable.

Listening to the girls for what seemed like hours, she had unconsciously slipped one hand under her dress to her slit, pulling the panty crotch aside. She was on her way to an orgasm when she heard the door open. She quickly regained her composure and hurriedly left the lady’s room. She had just sat down at the table when Stephanie and Goody came out. She couldn’t keep her eyes off them the rest of the evening. She watched them dance closely, their hips undulating and pressing close. Their summer dresses hiding legs slipping between and into each other. UK Sonia was horny.

At closing time, Goody suggested they all head back to her apartment. John made excuses to his understanding friends. Outside the establishment, Stephanie and Goody gave John friendly kisses, really friendly thought UK Sonia, but she had other things on her mind and she was pleased John wanted to go straight home.

On the way, she was highly aroused. She was anxious to get into bed with her husband. She cuddled up close to him in the front seat to unzip his fly. John was surprised at her enthusiasm and was instantly hard.

“What’s up sweetheart,” John asked surprised at her groping hands.

“Your cock, I hope,” UK Sonia replied with her lilting laugh. She normally avoided vulgar language, but he knew she was drunk. He hadn’t seen her drunk too often back in the States, but he liked her when she was uninhibited. She rested her head on John’s lap and pulled his hard-on out of his pants. She greedily stuffed it in her mouth. She pulled her dress up, stretched her legs as much as she could in the cramped quarters of John’s Corvair and slipped her fingers into her panties once more.

Once they got home she wanted to do it on the living room couch without undressing. She climbed on top of John. After tossing her panties she sat on his lap and fucked him furiously. John had never seen her this horny. In her passion she flipped over and presented her upturned buttocks to him. She loved it from behind. he grasped his erection and rubbed the head against her asshole.

“You know we can’t do that, baby, much as I’d like to.” He rubbed his large head around her asshole and she became even more aroused.

Please Johnny! Just rub it around in there for a little bit!” UK Sonia Lee longed for a good butt-fuck like she remembered from times before
John.

Then, “No, no. Stop. It won’t go in. Just fuck me…hard!” She was at last satisfied with several good orgasms and passed out. John sat next to her smoking a cigarette and wondering what had put her in such a great mood. He was glad she was enjoying herself lately. Then he imagined what was going on at Goody’s apartment. He remembered the last time he was there and he got hard again. UK Sonia lay sprawled and out cold next to him. He fondled his penis and reached over to his wife and massaged her buttocks. She did have a great body. So did Goody, and Stephanie. UK Sonia, Goody, and Stephanie, he thought, and it gave him pleasure to think about the three. Nope, never happen. But he fantasized and stroked his cock.

Sunday morning at breakfast she was happy and eager to talk about the good time they’d had the night before. She asked, “Johnny, what do you know about Stephanie and Goody?” He thought for a moment before he responded. He couldn’t tell her everything of course.

“Well,” he began, “Stephanie and Goody are long time good friends. Goody struck up a conversation with Rod on the streetcar one day. He introduced them to Ted. Stephanie and Ted married a couple of years ago. He was assigned as my sponsor when I arrived. Stephanie and Ted showed me around town and I’ve been to their apartment for dinner a few times.” John waited for her response.

“And Goody?”

“Oh, she has her own very nice apartment on the Wilhelmstrasse. Her parents left her an apartment building. She’s been dating Rod for a while. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” She paused. John did not press the issue and continued reading his newspaper. He remembered he still had a key to Goody’s apartment.

“Johnny, do you think Stephanie and Goody are more than just good friends?”

“What do you mean, UK Sonia?” She’s on to something here thought John.

“Last night they were fooling around with each other in the lady’s room.”

“Fooling around with each other?” He knew exactly what she meant. They liked to fool around with each other in the loo when they went out. They liked to fool around with him too, but that came to a halt after UK Sonia got there. He remembered being teasingly fondled off under the table or outdoors on the veranda at Gene’s Place by one or both of them.

“It’s unlikely that they’re lesbians, but I definitely think they’re bisexual, Johnny. Have you ever seen them together like that?”

John thought, boy have I! I wonder if that’s what got UK Sonia all worked up last night. She suspects something. For their own reasons, he knew the girls wanted her to find out sooner or later. He thought, Oh what the hell!

“Yeah, they’re lovers. They were doing it before Stephanie and Ted married, honey, you know how European women are. They’re very liberal about their relationships with each other.”

“I would hate for Ted to find out, it would devastate him,” UK Sonia said to him just before she saw the light. “Wait a minute, if you know about it, Ted must know about it, right?” The cogs were turning furiously in John’s head .

“Yes, he knows of course.”

“And he doesn’t care?” UK Sonia asked.

It’s not that he doesn’t care, UK Sonia. They like to party. They’re young. They have a good time, they’re swingers.”

“Group sex? How awful, Johnny! How can they do that? It’s sinful and I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t know if I can associate with people like that!” There were visions of flesh in her mind.

The conversation was beginning to irritate John. “Come on, UK Sonia Lee! How many guys have you had sex with? And, the married guys? Neither of us were virgins when we married. As far as I know they haven’t had sex with as many people as you have. Just together. Both girls, and Rod were virgins till they met and the girls insisted on fucking him together.”

After a minute of silence, he continued, “Ted was the most worldly of the three having spent a tour in the far east before he came here. And…” he emphasized, “you haven’t told me what you did to cope for the past five months either. I know you can’t go that long without sex.” She was speechless. John added, “Hate the sin, love the sinner, remember?” She kept quiet. He went back to his paper thinking, Oh shit, what must she be thinking?

She intended to tell him about getting laid while he was gone. Just a one night stand. Then she called the guy back for an encore. Then the other one, someone she worked with. That affair lasted all winter. Then an encore the following summer in a college parking lot. She loved fucking in public. She hated to admit it, but she needed it. Her mind was grinding away trying to absorb this new information. She had to think about this. They probably went to Goody’s apartment to fuck last night, and she wondered if John had every joined them. She had her flings because she had tired of her dildo during their separation and she wouldn’t blame him. It was so good to have John’s impressive cock again. And he was, after all, very understanding. It was Ok, just be careful, was his attitude. She appreciated that in him but losing her freedom weighed heavily when she agreed to marry him and become a military wife.

UK Sonia thought about this all week. The thought crossed her mind that she could fuck a married man without all the hostility it caused. It could happen on much friendlier terms. Much friendlier. It was all she could think about. It made her very horny thinking about sex with an audience. She masturbated every day that week, sometimes several times a day. She and John had sex every night that week like when they first met.

John wondered if there was a connection between their conversation about Stephanie and Goody and the sudden increase in her sexual appetite. She was still unaware of his involvement. The next time she brought up the subject was as she lay panting after an orgasm with John’s cock still twitching inside her.

“J-johnny, last weekend, when t-they left us at Gene’s Place, what do you think they did at Goody’s apartment?”

He remembered. Leaning forward he held her shoulders as probed her pussy from behind. He whispered in her ear, “They probably opened another bottle of wine and sucked and fucked each other till breakfast.” He remembered Goody coming out of the shower with Ted one Sunday morning after such an evening. He and Stephanie were on the bed fucking.

“W-what do you think they d-do, Johnny?” She humped back on his cock again and fingered her juicy labia. “Tell me m-more, honey. I want t-to know how they do it.”

“Rod told me,” he whispered hoarsely, “that Goody and Stephanie sixty-nine and while they’re eating each other he and Ted fuck them from behind.” He remembered again, slowly fucking his wife with renewed vigor. Long strokes, like he did to Stephanie and Goody, as he whispered his recollections.

“Oh, g-god! That’s s-so hot, Johnny! What else?” She gasped and fucked back.

John answered, “Goody likes to sit on Stephanie’s face while she sucks on Ted’s cock and Rod fucks Stephanie.” She’s getting off on this, he thought. So was he.

Rapidly and breathlessly she asked, “Rod f-fucks Stephanie? In front of Ted? And Ted fucks Goody too?” She had already figured that out, she just wanted to hear it. “Do they butt-fuck too, Johnny?” But, before John could answer, “Ohhhh m-my god, Johnny! I’m cumming!” Then, still panting, “Why weren’t w-we invited, Johnny?”

John’s eyes popped wide open. His mind raced. Maybe? “We were, sweetheart, I just didn’t think you would want to get involved in something like that with those kind of people,” he said dryly. UK Sonia heard her words fed back to her. She was exhausted and drowsy. John thought she was asleep after several minutes.

“I do now,” she whispered to herself as she fell asleep. John heard her.

What a nice young man that Rod is, and what a nice long cock he has. Cock? Why am I seeing his cock? The question was set aside as she further admired the long, slender penis with such a large bulbous helmet. In her entire life she had never been in such a pleasurable state. She felt wonderfully warm pressed by flesh like this. And a soft tongue was licking her pussy. She woke from her dream the next morning fingering her clit.

John woke to find his wife sucking his cock. When she had swallowed his cum, she wiped her mouth on the bed-sheet and crawled on top of him. She kissed him and asked, “What’s the plan for the weekend, Johnny?”

John cautiously replied, “Oh, I don’t know, would you like to ride down the Rhine River and take in a couple of castles? We could spend the night at one of those hotels along the river.” He knew she wasn’t interested in castles.

UK Sonia was trying not to sound too anxious, but suggested, “Why don’t we just take in an early movie this afternoon then have dinner at Gene’s Place? We can ask Stephanie and Ted to join us if they don’t have any plans.”

What could he say? “Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

UK Sonia was thinking, I can’t stand it another day. The morning went by altogether too slowly. Before they left their quarters, UK Sonia went to the kitchen cabinet and poured herself a glass of blackberry wine. Then another then another quick one.

They met Stephanie and Ted at the base exchange theater. UK Sonia greeted them excitedly and for the first time gave them both a very friendly hello kiss. Stephanie was pleasantly surprised when UK Sonia took her hand and led her into the darkened theater. John and Ted went to fetch refreshments. They sat together in one of the back rows and waited for their men.

After a few pleasantry, asked, “Have you known Goody a long time, Stephanie?”

“Since I was eighteen. I met her when I got my first job. We worked together at a champagne factory in Mainz.” UK Sonia was still holding Stephanie’s hand in hers.

“She’s really a sweet person. Do you like her, UK Sonia?”

“I think she’s a very sexy lady. Her waist is so tiny and she has beautiful hips. And such breasts!.” UK Sonia paused, thinking how she had prepared herself for this conversation. “You’re athletic like me, aren’t you, Stephanie? I exercise regularly.”

“I try to be. And yes, Goody is very sexy.” I wonder where she’s going with this, thought Stephanie. Stephanie could smell the red wine on UK Sonia’s breath. “You’re pretty sexy yourself, UK Sonia.”

“Do you think so, Stephanie? I value your opinion. Do you think I have a gorgeous ass? Uh, I mean, do you think I have a nice figure?” UK Sonia had intended to let that slip into the conversation to give Stephanie a hint, but the wine and her excitement made it difficult to concentrate. She wanted it to happen tonight and suspecting John’s involvement in this might make it easier.

Where have I heard those words before, thought Stephanie. She was slightly embarrassed when she remembered last Saturday night in the stall with Goody.

“Ok, UK Sonia. I said that to Goody last weekend. Were you there?”

“I didn’t really want to let on, Stephanie, and I’m sorry I was eavesdropping. It’s just that I want to be friends with you, just like Goody.”

“Like Goody? Really? Just like Goody? “ Stephanie smiled at UK Sonia. “Did Johnny tell you about me and Goody, is that it?” Stephanie’s right elbow was on the arm rest. UK Sonia took Stephanie’s hand and placed it on her own knee. Stephanie wondered how much she knew.

Leaning to her left, “Yes, just like Goody,” she whispered into Stephanie’s ear.

Stephanie slid her hand inside UK Sonia’s knee. She pulled it toward her own and squeezed her thigh. UK Sonia caught her breath. Feeling UK Sonia’s lips still at her right ear, Stephanie turned her head and kissed UK Sonia on the lips while reaching further between the woman’s legs.

“Have you ever had sex with another woman, UK Sonia?” She spread her legs further as Stephanie’s fingers grazed her clit.

“I-I’ve never thought about it t-too much till I h-heard you and Goody in the toilet stall.” UK Sonia thought about what John had told her. “I’m excited about going to Goody’s apartment with you tonight!” Before Stephanie could respond, “Stephanie, I want to know if my husband has ever been there with you. But I’m Ok with that because we had an agreement about sex before he left the States. Really, it’s Ok. It excites me to think about you and John and Goody together.”

Stephanie slipped her index finger between UK Sonia’s wet labia and whispered, “He has a nice cock, UK Sonia.”

UK Sonia nestled her mouth behind Stephanie’s ear, “Oh g-god, Stephanie. I’m s-so horny!”

As the men came up the aisle with the popcorn they looked for the girls and saw them sitting in the back row. The seats rose steeply up to the back projection wall so they could only see head and shoulders, heads close together whispering. UK Sonia sat to Stephanie’s right and as they approached Ted saw Stephanie’s right hand between UK Sonia’s knees. UK Sonia sat with downcast eyes and did not look up as Ted side-stepped by to sit on Stephanie’s left. John sat next to the his wife’s left. Stephanie and Ted smiled at each other but made no comment.

Their attention soon turned to the screen and the women had joined hands. A few minutes later, UK Sonia and Stephanie had slipped their hands to each other’s knees, their arms crossing in the middle and their legs slightly parted. They were both wearing short skirts so that the men had a clear view of their wives legs and thighs. Stephanie softly caressed UK Sonia’s inner thigh and UK Sonia wasted no time in doing the same for Stephanie although their eyes were still on the screen. Stephanie’s fingers ventured further up UK Sonia’s thigh till her fingers found UK Sonia’s pussy again. When Stephanie’s middle finger found the wetness, it delved between UK Sonia’s labia and stroked the cleft, easily finding UK Sonia’s clitoris. UK Sonia’s heart was pounding and her breathing rapidly but her eyes never left the screen. She became aware of John’s hand on her right knee. She moved her right hand to fondle John’s hard-on through his pants. Her eyes then left the screen to look down to her husband’s crotch. John slouched forward and unzipped his fly whereupon UK Sonia reached inside to find his cock wet with precum. She tugged on it slowly and at the same time felt Stephanie’s bare pussy with her left hand.

UK Sonia whispered to Stephanie, “Do you always go without panties?”

“I never wear them when we go out,” Stephanie replied. “And I never, ever wear a bra. Look, feel.” UK Sonia pulled her right hand out of her husband’s fly to feel Stephanie’s breasts. Through the flimsy material she could feel small but firm breasts. She pinched the hardened nipples. It was then that she saw Stephanie’s left hand firmly grasping Ted’s exposed penis.

“You may feel that too if you want,” Stephanie whispered. UK Sonia’s hand left Stephanie’s breasts and she shifted in her seat requiring her to remove her left hand from between Stephanie’s legs. Leaning over Stephanie her fingers wrapped around Ted’s cock joining Stephanie’s hand. She leaned her over Stephanie as far as she could but could not quite get her mouth over it. Stephanie looked over at a smiling John who had exposed his cock and was pointing it at her as he stroked it. It had been a while since she’d enjoyed that handsome appendage and was looking forward to it again…tonight. Momentarily disappointed, UK Sonia released Ted’s cock and reached between Stephanie’s legs with her right hand. Stephanie turned toward her and with her left hand did the same to UK Sonia, their chins resting on each other’s shoulders. Ted and John slouched down in their seats stroking their rampant cocks. They were very pleased about how things were turning out. UK Sonia and Stephanie continued fingering each other, enjoying their first devouring kisses. It wasn’t but a few minutes when UK Sonia’s legs began to jerk and her hips hump in the seat.

Panting into Stephanie’s mouth, “Stephanie! Oh, Stephanie! I’m coming! Don’t stop!” They gave each other their first orgasms of the weekend when Stephanie followed with her own series of mini-orgasms.

When they settled down, Stephanie saw UK Sonia was still looking at Ted’s cock and whispered, “Do you want them to switch seats?.” UK Sonia’s pussy was still throbbing from her cum and was beyond the reach of her quickly eroding inhibitions. She wanted to fully enjoy the lusty moment.

“Johnny,” she whispered to her husband, “Would you like to swap?”

“Huh?” John, taken aback, wasn’t quite sure of her meaning.

“Seats, John, would you like to swap seats with Ted?” Hesitantly, she added, “Come on, Johnny, let’s enjoy ourselves. Stephanie and I have talked.”

The smiling men stood up and, facing their wives, sidestepped past them, to swap seats. UK Sonia then sat sideways, leaned down and sucked Ted’s cock into her mouth thinking, it’s not as big as John’s cock, but it will do very nicely. Ted fondled her long dark hair in both his hands till she swallowed his load.

“I want to watch John fuck Stephanie tonight, Ted. I know it’s Ok with you. You’ve watched them fuck. I want to see it while you and I fuck too.”

She looked to her left at Stephanie who’s head was still buried in John’s lap, her exposed asscheeks pointing toward UK Sonia. She could not resist putting her hand into Stephanie’s crack to feel that wonderfully bare-blond pussy. The thought of burying her tongue in Stephanie’s swollen labia occurred to her. She had never thought about licking a woman’s cunt. This was a special occasion though, and she knew she would do it before the night was over. It would have to wait till later. UK Sonia was looking forward to later.

Stephanie was thinking, this lady is hot tonight! She obviously wants to get fucked properly. She came on to Stephanie and it didn’t bother her at all giving head to each other’s husbands. Stephanie was going to make sure UK Sonia got what she wanted and have fun breaking her in to some new fun. She couldn’t wait to tell Goody. They left the darkened theater before the movie ended.

At Gene’s place, they ordered dinner and wine. UK Sonia had her own glass tonight. From the moment they left the theater, John and Ted amused themselves teasing the girls about their performance and UK Sonia’s attempt to keep her orgasm quiet. They were all feeling randy and enjoying the new found friendship.

Making sure Stephanie and Ted overheard him, John hugged his wife to him, ‘Did you
enjoy Stephanie’s fingers, UK Sonia?”

“Ummmm, yes Johnny, I did. Did you enjoy the blow-job she gave you?”

“Yes, sweetheart, she’s very good. I know Ted enjoyed your mouth too since I
know how good you are too.” Ted and John both knew Stephanie for a far better cocksucker than UK Sonia. But there was always room for improvement.

“Thank you dear, you’re so understanding,” she mockingly responded to her
husband. “But I hope the fun’s not over yet,” she laughed back.

Stephanie and Ted looked at each other at UK Sonia’s comment. Ted spoke softly to Stephanie,
“I want to watch you make her cum again; with your mouth.”

Stephanie kissed him, and replied, “I want you fucking her while I make her
cum. baby.”

UK Sonia, listening intently heard them talking about her and fucking. Under table, she placed one leg over her husband’s. John promptly ran his fingers up to her wet panties. She was breathing rapidly from dancing, but he knew his wife was aroused and drunk and that in this condition he knew she was not going to disappoint him. He was having visions of Stephanie, UK Sonia, and Goody together. He was fully erect and his wife, in her drunken stupor, repeatedly asked, “Are you going to fuck Stephanie again tonight”. He was relieved that she knew and wanted to participate.

And every time he whispered back into her hair, “Are you going to fuck Ted?”

Goody arrived. As they came in the door, she and Rod shouted and waved to the four already at their favorite table in the corner. UK Sonia watched and waved as they approached the table. She remembered her dream of Rod. She then focused her attention on Goody. God, she’s gorgeous, thought UK Sonia. She watched as Goody gave John, Ted and Stephanie the same full-mouth kisses. Young Rod kissed Stephanie eagerly and fun-like but was hesitant when he looked at UK Sonia. John knew he was shy and gave UK Sonia Lee a gentle push toward Rod. UK Sonia wanted him to like her so she drew close and pressed herself to him. He was taller so she had to stand on her toes, threw both arms around his neck to kiss him full on the lips. She could feel the bulge in his pants at her navel. They were all laughing at Rod’s discomfort and surprise at UK Sonia. When Goody was within reach UK Sonia wrapped her arms around Goody’s small waist and hugged her tightly feeling her friend’s breasts and hips against her. The image of Goody and Stephanie together crossed her mind. Goody looked over UK Sonia’s shoulder at Stephanie with a questioning smile. Stephanie and Goody could read each other’s minds. Stephanie pursed her lips and tilted her head toward UK Sonia. Goody understood.

The next thing UK Sonia knew, she was flicking her tongue back into Goody’s mouth. Goody caught her off guard, but she was so horny that she returned the kiss almost unconsciously. Goody, looking at Stephanie again reached around and placed her hand on UK Sonia’s buttock and playfully squeezed. They both screeched uproariously.

All the laughs and hugs confirmed UK Sonia had cum into the fold, so-to-speak. Almost embarrassed and eyes typically down-cast, she turned to her husband, then looked at Stephanie who was smiling at her. It then dawned on her how much John had been involved with these women. She focused her eyes on Rod and felt a need to touch herself. Before she could dwell on the subject Stephanie reached out to take UK Sonia’s hand in hers and squeezed enthusiastically. “We’re going to have fun to-night, baby! Come, dance with me.”

The floor was crowded. UK Sonia was overwhelmed with pleasure as she danced close with
this beautiful blond girl. Their hips and legs touched repeatedly. UK Sonia felt their breasts press into each other. Stephanie pulled her tight at times and slipped her leg between UK Sonia’s thighs to her mound.

The frivolity continued with wine, music, dance and most of all, anticipation. She danced with Rod and Ted and brazenly toyed with their cocks. Dancing with Goody was just about the most sensual experience she ever had. They pressed into each other in a slow grind holding each other’s ass cheeks as they swayed to the music and kissed. The others stared in awe of their wanton behavior.

During the last slow dance with her husband, UK Sonia nibbled on John’s ear and whispered, “Are you all right with this Johnny? I mean are we going to be Ok with this.?”

“UK Sonia, I wanted to tell you about Goody and…” She put her fingers to his lips.

“Johnny, I’ve wanted to confess to you too, but not now. Let’s enjoy this and go with the flow. Do you want to Johnny?”John agreed saying, “Sweetheart, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you want. I want to see you and the girls together like I’ve seen them together.”

“Was it good, Johnny? Did they make you cum good?”

“Yes,” he replied, “and they will do the same for you, baby.” UK Sonia pressed her mons into her husband’s hardness as they danced and whispered hoarsely into his ear.

“What about Ted and Rod? C-can I fuck them too Johnny?” She was close to an orgasm on the dance floor. “Ask them if they’re ready to go, Johnny. I want to fuck. I’m so horny, Johnny.” John was thinking, I knew she wanted this. It’s gonna be good! Just about that time, Stephanie appeared behind UK Sonia and put her arms around both of them pressing her pelvis tightly to UK Sonia’s behind. UK Sonia pressed back and leaned her head backwards towards Stephanie’s face.

“Let’s go, Stephanie, I’m ready.”

“I know you are, sweetheart,” Stephanie replied then kissed UK Sonia’s mouth again, tongue probing.

“Let’s go John. Let’s take care of your wife.” Stephanie kissed John and went off to find Ted.