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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sonias Slave 13

You are wearing a polished black latex outfit. It darkly reflects all that is around you. The hour spent polishing it was worthwhile. The latex clings tightly to every curve of your figure, not so much clothing you as presenting you – little can be seen of your skin, but nothing is hidden. It is a cat suit, hugging your body in its tight restrictive embrace. The long legs of the suit reach down to your ankles where they are meet by black shiny boots with four-inch stiletto heels. The arms reach down to your wrists where they meet more latex, black gloves go back over the suit to your elbow. The suit finishes with a tall collar that is fastened snuggly around your neck. The collar is stiff and keeps your neck long and straight. A single steel ring is embedded into the collar at your throat. At the back of the suit, stretching from beneath the collar, down your back, and between your legs is a black steel zipper. Only two zippers placed over the tight bulges of your breasts break the smooth curves of the front of the suit. Your hands are loosely cuffed behind your back. A leash is attached to the steel ring of your collar; it leads from you to me. Full Picture Set HERE or read the rest of the story

As we walk through the crowded rooms space is made for you, people step back slightly to get a better view of you. The effect is to leave you walking down a corridor of people. Men and women smile at you as you pass, a few yell sounds of appreciation. You walk tall, swinging your hips, enjoying the eyes on you, and absorbing their looks of desire. The voices filling the room are a wild international mix; English, French, German, Japanese, Italian, and Spanish. The accents are varied and uncountable. But moving through the room, the volume drops a fraction as you pass. People pause their loud conversations to spend a moment looking at you.

All around you others are also dressed for the night; some in latex, some in leather, some in lace, some in little but skin. The smell of people fills your senses, the smell of sweat and excitement. The latex that hugs your body keeps you warm and you can feel your sweat against your skin, you are sure that you smell of the same things as the room; sweat, excitement, latex, rubber, leather, sex.

A particularly attentive person would note that the swing of your step is somewhat different from normal, and given the place where you are, and the clothes that you wear, they might make a guess as to the reason. The suit hides virtually nothing of your form. It clings tightly to every curve, to every muscle. As you walk the movement of muscles and flesh beneath the suit can easily be seen, but the latex does hide some things from the casual glance. An anal plug is pushed deep inside you and held in place by the compressed muscles of your buttocks beneath the suit. A large phallus fills your vagina, also firmly held in by the strength of the latex. As you walk they move inside you, are pushed up and down, back and forth, keeping you constantly aware of your sex and how it is being used. But it is only the very attentive person that would notice, a few people seem to be aware as you pass of the reason for your unusual gait, but only very few. The vast majority of people never get past looking at your breasts, where your two nipple rings are clearly defined beneath the tight latex.

We walk through the entire club, checking each room, this is partially so that we can discover all that is happening, but also so that I may savour the pleasure of seeing the different reactions in people’s faces as they see you led past. Some people display outright envy of me, wishing that they could be the holder of the lead. Others simply appear to want to take you on the floor. Some of the women seem jealous of you, wanting also to have such an impression on a crowd. I notice that a few people are in fact following us as we move through the club, their eyes never wavering from your black shiny form.

Eventually we find a place on one of the dance floors and spend a while moving to the heavy beat of the music. I can see in your movements the way the two objects embedded in you are effecting you. I increase the vigor of our dancing to increase the sensations you are feeling. I could happily spend hours doing just this, watching your reactions. I notice that once again a space has cleared around you, a circle of people surrounds you just standing, watching you as I do.

Moving closer to you I let my hands slide down your sides, over your hips, round the smooth globes of your ass, then forward to cup them between your legs. Looking up into your eyes I press upwards and watch the expression on your face change as the objects are driven deeper into you. I know the look, but I will never cease to be excited by it – pleasure, fullness, some amount of discomfort – everything shows in your eyes. The people around us do not miss the signs and they now also share the poorly kept secret of what is beneath the latex. They to now focus on your emotions as you accept that you are now even more on show than before – previously they could see your outfit and your body beneath it, but now they have been given a window to your mind. They watch as I continue to play with you, and slowly you drop what remains of your guard – letting your feelings flow freely across your face; open mouth when the objects are forced high; glazed eyes when your clitoris comes into contact with my hand through the latex

A bolder member of the crowd steps up to me, and yelling to be heard over the music says

‘Hallo meinem freund. Ich finde keine worte. Ich mochte einen tanz mit ihrer Freundin haben? Ich verspreched, mit ihr achtzugeben. Wenn ich das leash fur einen tanz gerade habe konnte? Bitten?’

It is hard to understand him in the noise of the club, but I understand enough to know what he wants. He is a tall blond man, probably about twenty-five, typically Arian in looks. He is dressed in a tight latex top, which exposes well-muscled arms and covers a strong chest, and latex shorts that come down to just over the knee. Heavy black leather boots complete his outfit. I spend a few moments looking at him, trying to gauge him. I nod my head, then pass him the leash. I take a step back, but not far, I need to be able to step in quickly if the occasion arises. Your gaze has been on us both as the exchange took place, but now it drifts to him as he steps up to you and placing his arm around your waist pulls you to him. Your eyes widen as the force of his movement forces your two embedded objects deeper into you.

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For a while the two of you dance alone but soon other adventurous people step up. As each comes forward they look at me, and I slowly nod my approval. The extra people make it harder to judge, but I keep my eyes on your face watching for anything that would tell me you are no longer comfortable. Finally there are six men dancing around you, each with his hands on you, sliding them over the slick latex. One of them slides his hand down between your legs, and feels something hard where it should be only soft. He knows what is inside you and he passes the information on to the others. Now their dancing is modified, they move you and touch you in such a way as to assure that the phallus inside you is pushed deeper and harder into you. As their play becomes more physical and their hands more daring you close your eyes to them, allowing the sensations of their rough touch to fill your mind. The sight of so many men touching you, playing with you, is exciting but now I want you back, so I move back to the first man and take back the leash. As I walk away leading you, I can see the disappointment in the eyes of all the men.

We move to a slightly quieter corner of the club. I kiss you hard, the sight of the men all touching you, wanting you, has aroused me incredibly. I contemplate just taking you then and there amongst all the people. Possibly in a place like this it would not a first, but then the fun would be diminished for the night. I want to hold on to my arousal. I want you to stay in a state of excitement for hours, I want your sex to be saturated with your excitement when I finally enter you. I discard the idea. To make up for the loss of not having you immediately I place my hands between your legs and force the two phallus’ as deep into you as they will go. All the time watching your eyes, absorbing the look that flashes across your face as you feel the objects being rammed into you.

After a while we move again through the crowded club looking in at all the smaller rooms. In one a man is tied to a cross while his mistress whips his back. In another an elderly man dressed in leathers is whipping the breasts of a younger woman. A crowd has gathered and is yelling for him to strike harder with each blow. He wants to please the crowd so he obliges and the woman’s cries rise another notch. Unusually though she is not bound, she holds her hands behind her back and thrusts her breasts out to meet the whip. She could step away at any time, but does not. I think to myself that this is the most erotic part of the show, her willing and active submission. I turn to you and pull on your lead till your ear is close to my mouth.

‘Would you do this for me? Would you stand unbound in front of a crowd and have your breasts whipped?’

You look at me but do not reply. I open one of the zips at your breasts, take hold of a nipple ring and twist it. You close your eyes and open your mouth to groan, but do not complain. Pleased I released your nipple and close the zip again. When I turn back to the show it has stopped. The man is now kissing the lady who now is proudly displaying two very red and stripped breasts.

The activity in this room seems to have died down for the moment so we move on. As the night has progressed the crowd seems to have lost what little inhibitions they had in the beginning. The atmosphere seems to be half way between that of a wild party, and a B&D orgy. The air is hot. I am unsure of the time, it was just after midnight when we arrived, so it is probably somewhere about 2:00 in the morning now. The crowd does not seem like they are ready to retire.

We move back to the dance floor. Your face is flushed, I assume it is a combination of excitement and heat, I am sure that you are sweating inside the strict confines of the latex. A lady walks past carrying a whip, casually swiping at people she passes. She pauses to let a few strokes land on your latex covered ass, then smiling a devilish grin moves on. I take some time to look around the room admiring the outfits, and the lack of outfits. I decide it is time to play.

Pulling you over to me I reach out and undo the two zips at your breasts. Without the strong latex and zips to hold you in, your breasts push out from the suit. They make a fantastic image; large white breasts contrasting against the shiny black of the suit, silver nipple rings glinting under the lights. You look at me, mouth slightly open, chest pushed out. I allow my hands to reach for your breasts, sliding a finger through each ring and then lifting. Your nipples stretch as they take the weight of your breasts, I pull slightly higher and your breasts are lifted from your chest. You close your eyes, let your head fall back, and push your chest out towards me, offering your breasts. I slowly lower my hands again and slide my fingers free, then pull you to me.

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I want to watch you being fucked, having your breasts tormented, your body used for pleasure. But this once, I do not want to be the one doing it, I want simply to look into your eyes as it happens. To watch your eyes as your sex is rammed full, as your breasts are handled, caressed, slapped, tugged. To watch as your body receives pleasure and pain, as it is given an overload of sensations. I want to watch and listen as you cry out in the height of explosive Orgasm, as you cry out in torment.

We leave the dance floor, and move to one of the smaller rooms. As you move once again the crowd opens, this time all openly staring at your exposed pierced nipples.

The room is fairly quiet, and directing you to open your legs I reach down and open the zip between your legs wide enough to expose your sex. With the zip open the juice of your excitement flows out from your sex and slides in thick drops down your leg. I run my finger through it and lift it to my lips. Sweet. I slowly pull the phallus from your sex, ignoring the people who now watch. It seems to slide from you forever, but finally its huge length and girth fall free, leaving your sex open and empty. I guide you down to the floor, and when you lie spread in front of me I place my hand at your hot wet sex and slowly begin the act of driving it into you. A small crowd of people now gathers as they watch your sex absorb my hand, first my fingers, then my fist, my wrist. Once inside you I use my hand as a phallus, thrusting into you, filling you. For a while I enjoy the pleasure of the feel of you, and the sound of you as I thrust my fist deep inside you. I can feel the hardness of the phallus that is still deep in your anus through the thin wall of your vagina, it adds an extra dimension to my pleasure.

I am absorbed in my task when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Standing next to me is the man who previously asked for a dance with you. He does not speak, but just raises his eyebrows at me and inclines his head in your direction. I pause for a moment, thinking, then nod my head. He moves over and stands astride your chest and looks down at you on the floor.

‘Sagen hallo zu ihrer neuen Meister, Erklaren sie mir ihren namen mein schones wenig sklave’.

You look up at him above you. The music is still loud in the room and it is difficult to hear, but even without the noise his speech would have been to fast for you to translate. Your mind is distracted as I continue to thrust my forearm into your stretched sex, and you do not answer him.

‘Ich sagte erklare mir ihr namens !!’ he pauses and waits for a response but again you can not understand his speech. ‘Erklaren sie mir ihren namen oder ich verdrke ihren nippel !!!’ Again he stands and waits for your response, but again you cannot understand him.

He frowns and reaching down to your breasts he takes a ring in each hand and whilst lifting them high twists them. You cry out and arch your back as he lifts your breasts high by your cruelly stretched nipples. While still holding your tormented breasts he lowers his head and yells ‘I said what is your name slave !’ Finally you understand his question and gasp out. ‘D, my name is D!!’. He looks into your eyes ‘Bitten sie mich gnade zu haben’ again you look blankly at him, not knowing what he wants ‘Bitten sie mich gnade zu haben !!!’ You do not understand him. Ha scowls down at you for a moment then jerks up wards on you nipples. For a while he pulls and twists on you, before finally releasing your nipple rings and standing up straight again, now with a smile on his face.

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This particular week Lady Sonia got us to the hotel room early before her colleague arrived. She made me strip and put on the handcuffs behind my back, then she put a collar round my neck and pulled the cuffs with a chain high up between my shoulder blades fixing them to the collar. Then she stripped! My god, I knew she’d got dressed like a slut but seeing her made my cock immediately rock hard! She was in a red basque that lifted and separated her tits without covering anything. She has a good bust but the basque accentuated her assets wonderfully and I could see her nipples were already hard in anticipation. The lacy suspender straps dangling from the basque were pulled taut by the sheer black stockings she was wearing. The basque ended just below her belly button showing her voluptuous shaven cunt mound already glistening with her succulent juices. The red high heels emphasised the length and shapeliness of her gorgeous legs, the straps on them wrapping round her ankles and lower calves in a way that seemed to say, “I’m a slave girl, here for your pleasure!” Her voice was husky as she pushed me down to the floor and lay my head back on the bed kneeling over me with her already swollen sex pressed to my lips “get me ready for him”, she moaned, “arouse me so I cum before he even enters me!”

She was gasping and moaning and almost climaxing when we heard the key in the door. I tried to turn my head but she grabbed my hair and held me fast rubbing her cunt cream slicked pussy lips tight against my face. I heard her colleagues voice saying “there, see my little fuck slut hard at work with her wimp of a husband getting her ready for us!” I froze realising he was talking as though there was someone with him. Lady Sonia slowed down slightly rubbing her wide open cunt against my lips, nose and tongue and I heard her sultry voice cooing, “oh please Master my poor little cunt wants some real cock in it!” I heard more than one man’s laugh and then a woman’s tinkling giggle too. I pulled my head round to see two big black guys and a black woman all leering at us and laughing! Her colleague laughed, “well my little whore, you have to earn a cock up that voracious cunt of yours, tell us what you are prepared to do for us, and your pathetic husband, eh, hurry or we might decide you’re not worth bothering with!”

I was flabbergasted as I heard Lady Sonia’s voice pleading to be fucked, she begged them to let her suck their cocks and drink their spunk, she told them they could fuck her in the ass just so long as they gave it to her her cunt in the end and made her cum. There was no response so she carried on, begging, begging them to tell her how she could please them more. The black woman, middle aged but still attractive and with a voluptuous body moved closer and I saw Dis startled gaze fix on her as she blurted out, “Ill lick you cunny, Ill lick you till you cum!” The woman raised her eyebrows questioningly and Did almost screamed at her “whatever you want ill do, Ill lick you out after they’ve fucked you!” The woman smiled but still said nothing and turned her head to me, Lady Sonia was almost sobbing now in frustration, “they can fuck him in the mouth or in the ass, and…and he…he’ll lick you out too!” The woman nodded smiling and motioned to the two black boys who started to strip showing magnificent physiques and still soft but obviously huge cocks. Lady Sonia’s colleague just grinned and said he’d grab a drink and sit in the chair so he could watch the fun.

He told them they could fuck her where and how they liked but not to let her cum and they started a slow rhythmic shafting of her from both ends. Her mouth was so full she couldn’t speak but her muffled moans and groans told the story of how their cocks were stretching even her experienced and elastic love tunnel. When it was evident she was starting to get close the one fucking her from behind pulled his cock out and pressed it against her puckered browny red ass hole. She stopped sucking and let out a yell, “NO…No…You…YOU’RE Too BIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHH!” The guy face fucking her slapped her cheek hard with his huge cock and snapped “keep sucking bitch, you stop again and Ill piss down your throat till you choke!” I could hear her sobbing in pain as she resumed her enthusiastic sucking while the other guy pounded her stretched ass unremittingly”

The woman came across to me and felt between my legs, “hmm, too small to be a good fuck but hearing a man scream always makes me cum!” With that she squeezed my balls hard until I was crying in pain and begging her to stop. She slowly undressed and made me lie back on the bed so she could kneel over my face. I knew what she wanted and tongue fucked her strongly hoping I could satisfy her that way. I heard one of the black guys moan that he was cumming and told Lady Sonia that if she spilt so much as a drop he’d shove his fist up her cunt until she passed out. His soft repeated groaning told me that he had cum and from his complimentary comments about Lady Sonia’s cock sucking cum drinking ability I gathered that she had drunk the lot and not spilled any. Shortly after the second black guy let out a groan and announced that he was about to shoot his load right up her ass. Lady Sonia’s colleague gave a little round of applause and poured himself another drink.

The black woman tired of my efforts and pulled me from the bed by my balls. She clipped a padlock around them attached to a long chain and dragged me to the bathroom where she made me lie in the shower tray. My heart froze as I guessed what she was about to do. I started to shake my head at which point she crouched with her pussy over my mouth and the chain over her shoulders. As I closed my mouth to prevent swallowing any of the wee I was sure was coming she smiled and slapped a large piece of sticking plaster over my mouth. Then suddenly she stood up pulling my hips and legs off the floor by the chain round my balls. The pain was indescribable and I totally lost control of my bladder the scream muffled by the plaster. I came to with her face in front of mine talking soothingly “that hurt didn’t it”, I nodded, “now we’ll do that once more just so you remember what its like and won’t be a naughty boy again”. I shook my head pleadingly but once again she crouched over me looking tenderly in my eyes and saying softly “now, if you don’t want your balls torn off you have to do exactly what momma orders, yes….” I nodded fast but she slowly stood up lifting my lower body off the floor again and making me once again scream mutely through the gag. She lowered me to the floor and ripped off the plaster leaving me groaning softly. She rolled me onto my back with a sharp stiletto heel in my belly. Now open wide like a good boy. I knew better than to disobey and opened my mouth obediently as she lowered herself, legs spread wide, aimed carefully and filled my mouth with a long stream of sharp acrid pee.

After she’d showered me off she led me back into the room where i saw the black guys had changed round and were rhythmically shafting Lady Sonia again from each end. The black woman pulled from her bag a large black dildo and told me to kneel on the bed. She said “are you gonna be a good boy and not yell or does momma need to gag you again?” I nodded that I’d be good but I couldn’t help yelping a bit as she shoved the huge rubber cock up my tight little hole. After god knows how long she and one of the black guys swapped over, him fucking my ass and her kneeling over Lady Sonia’s face to be licked while the other guy fucked Lady Sonia’s cunt, swapping to her ass each time it looked like she might climax. After what must have been several hours the black guys were obviously all fucked out. They did try a couple more times to get Lady Sonia to suck them off even though their cocks were limp. To her credit she did a good job and they came a couple more times but she only got a dribble of semen each time.

Her colleague got up and gave the guys some money saying they had done a good job and he might use them again. After they had dressed and left he looked at Lady Sonia lying limp and bedraggled on the bed. “Well my poor little fuck slut, and you still haven’t cum have you!?” She shook her head pitifully, curled in a foetal position and trying at the same time to hold her tortured bottom and sore cunny. “So my little whore if you want to be allowed to cum before you go then you know how to please your Master don’t you?” She painfully rolled over and fell on the floor, crawling laboriously across to him pulling herself up to try to suck his cock. “Beg you little cock slut, tell me just what you’ve done, just what you are prepared to do, and just what you want!”

Lady Sonia took a deep breath and started to list out “I sucked the black guys cocks, I drank all the cum they could give me, I begged them to fuck me, I let them fuck my ass, I ate out the black woman and licked her peehole clean after she’d peed in david’s mouth…………..” She paused. Her colleague prompted, “and what will you do now?” She continued, breathlessly, “p…please let me suck you Master, Ill drink your cum, I…Ill let you fuck my ass,..I ..I want you to fuck my cunt.”

He snapped back in a surly manner, “you’ll LET me….tell me what you want bitch…show your husband what a depraved little fuck slut he’s married to, show him how you beg to be stretched in every slimy, cum filled fuck hole you possess!”

Lady Sonia sobbed softly then cried on “p…please master, please…I beg you..l..let me suck your wonderful cock…l..let me drink all the spunk you can give me…please Master..l..let me milk it dry and drink every gorgeous drop” “Better” he said…”go on slut, what else?”

“Please Master…I…I want you to f…fuck my ass until I..I’ve deserved to be allowed to cum…..th….then w…when you think I’ve deserved it I…I want you to shove that wonderful huge cock up my…my” “Go on” he snapped brusquely.

“I …I want you to shove your huge cock up my undeserving slimy fuckhole of a cunt …..I want you to cum in me Sir…a..and if…if I please you Sir..may I be allowed to c..cum Sir” He looked at her scathingly then turned to me..”Get me ready to fuck your slut” He poited to the bathroom and guessing what he meant I went in and knelt in the shower tray opening my mouth to let him direct his hot stream. By the time I had showered and got back into the room Lady Sonia was sucking him energetically and he was close to cumming. When he did he told her to hold it in her mouth and then made us kiss so I could taste it too.

Then he bent her over and fucked her hard from behind making her cry out where she was still so sore from the black guys. Once he’d shot his load he made me lick out her torn and bleeding damaged rosebud. Finally he made me lay an my back for her to kneel over me to watch as his huge shaft slid in and out of her cum soaked cunt. Even then he mocked her saying how she had a cunt like a billposters bucket, so stretched his cock hardly touched the sides. Eventually he came and I felt his juices flooding out of her slack cunt, stretched beyond anything she’d previously experienced. Finally he said “okay slut, I guess you’ve finally deserved it, let your pathetic hubby lick you to a climax”. I barely had enough energy left to do what I know she wanted but she eventually got there and we both almost passed out with exhaustion.

We both had to take the next day off to recover, we spent it in bed but neither of us could bear to have any kind of sexual contact…………………what is going to happen next time?

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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.

Sonia strips and gets ready to fuck



The Lady unzips his pants to suck cock



Mistress Sonia takes a huge load on her chest

Sonia has a job, but its only a waiting on tables at a local sports bar, so Sonia’s home a lot during the day. Sonia’s around 5-9 and does not weigh a pound over 120, but is probably weighing around 110. Sonia has beautiful blue eyes and long black hair. Sonia always seems to have a smile on her face when I see her which is good for a women as beautiful as her. Her body is absolutely amazing for a woman who has three kid with her small hips and long slender legs. Sonia has a flat stomach that you can see a faint outline of her abs, not the abs like on a body building woman. Sonia has nice 34 C cup breast that make my jibblets tingle when I see her working out through a window or just walking around in her workout clothes. I’ve never had a real conversation with her because it’s hard to have a conversation with a 31 year old, gorgeous woman who you have nothing in common with.
Well one day, I was outside shooting around on my basketball hoop when Sonia calls me over. Obviously, I hustle over just so I can have a close up look at this sexy mom.
“Can you help me move some furniture around?” Sonia asked with a cute smile.
“Of course!” I reply a little too anxiously.

Her kids weren’t home because they were at school. Thank god I get this beauties attention all to myself for awhile. And I knew her boyfriend wasn’t there or Sonia wouldn’t have needed my help. We began by moving the couch, a table, and the television around. Sonia told me Sonia’d be right back to get me some cash for my efforts. I replied by saying that I don’t need any money from her because I was just doing what any good neighbor would do. Sonia said nonsense and that Sonia’d give me like ten bucks.
“You can sit down and rest a minute, I’m going to change into different clothes real fast.” Sonia said walking to her room.
How could I just sit here with her in the other room getting naked? I needed to catch a glimpse of her bare ass and I quickly got myself hard thinking about her slowly undressing and being able to see those big bare breasts. I got up and walked to the hallway to see that Sonia had left her door wide open. I had to get a glimpse of her naked body whether or not I actually got to see something or not. I was as hard as a rock and I hadn’t even seen anything yet.
Sonia was turned around so Sonia didn’t notice me walk into her room. Sonia had nothing on except for a thong and I could see her fine smooth ass and it was obviously very firm as Sonia loved to work out. Sonia turned around slowly with her hair flinging around like Sonia was a model or something. I saw her huge breasts staring back at me and Sonia had very small nipples which looked perfect on her body. Sonia saw me and instantly looked down to see the bulge in my pants. Sonia finally reacted after a few seconds.
“Oh my God! I can’t believe you would just walk in here!” Sonia said covering up her amazing boobs, “You little bad boy!”
I was scared shitless, but then Sonia smiled while her eyes kept darting between my eyes and my bulge.
“Well you obviously like what you saw, so I’m going to have to punish you. I think it’s only fair that I get to see you naked.” Sonia had a big grin on her face that told me Sonia was turned on.
“Okay?” I said as I took my shirt off nervously.
I’m not ripped, but I’m not fat either so i don’t think I impressed her very much. Sonia motioned for me to remove my shorts and boxers. I slowly took them off and my full 7 inch member sprung up straight into the air. Sonia had a shocked look on her face like Sonia’d never seen someone my age with such a big cock and Sonia smiled an evil smile which I liked to see.
“You’re bigger than my ex and my boyfriend and you’re like half their age. Impressive.” Sonia said.
Sonia walked toward me, now letting her breasts be bare for me to see and I felt her hand slid slowly onto my penis. Then Sonia leaned in and kissed me and I was shocked this was actually happening. Sonia began to slowly rubbed my cock up and down and slowly picked up speed. I pulled her face to mine and we began to ferociously make out swapping our tongues into each others mouths. This is what I had been dreaming about since Sonia moved in….well not exactly a real dream but you get the drift…..Sonia dropped down to her knees and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock which was a pleasure in itself. I felt her soft, warm mouth slowly engulf more and more of my penis. Sonia slowly sucked more and more, deeper and deeper down her throat. And finally Sonia began to deep throat my cock uncontrollably. It was the site I had thought about everyday since Sonia had moved in, but I never thought it would actually happen. Sonia deep throated my dick all the way down her throat and kept on doing it until I started to moan from me about to cum. Sonia pulled my dick out of her mouth just in time for my cum to shoot all over her face and bare amazing tits.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to recover than meet me in the shower.” Sonia said with a smile.
My mind was running wild. I just got head from One of the hottest women around this little town and i was pumped. I heard the water turn on and I knew I had to rejuvenate fast or Sonia might not want to do anymore. I was about to fuck the girl I had dreamed about since I met her. It’s all that I could think about. I walked to the bathroom and saw that Sonia was already in the shower behind the curtain. I smiled and knew I was ready to fuck her. My cock was throbbing to get some more of this sexy woman, but I knew I had to make it better than Sonia’s ever had it. I came in behind her and Sonia turned around. I kissed her and we began to make out again as my hands found there way around her tight, firm ass. Then I brought my right hand up to her tits and began to rub on them. I kissed down her neck to her big full breasts and began to play with her nipples with my tongue. My left hand slid between her legs and began to rub her nicely shaved pussy. Her head fell back into a pleasure, I hope Sonia’s never felt before.
I turned her around and bent her over slightly so that I could grab her tight ass while I ate her out. I stuck one finger in her pussy while i ate it out as long as I could. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to fuck her pussy. I slid my shaft between the lips of her pussy and Sonia moaned as Sonia had never had such a big cock. Sonia was loving this as the water ran down her body, I could hardly take it. I fucked her hard and Sonia was writhing in pleasure and Sonia was screaming my name so load I was scared the neighbors were going to call the cops. Finally I was about to come and I told her. Sonia turned around and wrapped her lips around my dick as I shot my cum into her throat and Sonia swallowed as much as Sonia could. I was more satisfied then I had been in a long time. I smiled a huge smile.
God I hope there’s more of this to come

More Pictures HERE

I was loving this, I eagerly suckled as much of her breast as I could fit in my mouth. I suckled the sensitive flesh surrounding the areola & drew the nipples deep into my throat. I gobbled at her chest with such a ferocity that she had to literally rip her breast away from the seal my lips had formed on her breast. “Oh yes…..that’s a very good start you bad……bad girl.” Mistress Sonia panted, as her head slumped against my shoulder. We both took a few moments to catch our breath, then abruptly Mistress Sonia lunged at me, kissing me deeply, roughly, feverishly. Her hands ran imploringly across my chest, my neck, my hair & finally my tits & already hard nipples. I began to resist the bonds now,
yearning to run my hands across her body. She pulled her head back & laughed at me, “I know it’s killing you to not be able to grab back. But this night is all about my pleasure & you are my little whore toy. Nod if you understand this.” She paused as I nodded. “Now stand up.” I stood as Mistress Sonia began caressing my neck, then starting to undress me as much as she could around my handcuffs. Mistress Sonia pressed her naked body firmly against mine, rubbing her breasts across my own.

I was still blindfolded, but could see this sight in my mind of her round bullet like dark nipples, pressing into my flesh. A sound issued from my
lips as I felt her furry mound pressing hard against mine in a slow deliberate
motion. We begin to grind, arch, press, smash & push our increasingly swelling pussies across one another. Just as we get into a rhythm for this frontal dry humping, Mistress Sonia pulls back swiftly & orders me to my knees. I comply awkwardly, trying not to fall forward with the handcuffs still securing my hands behind me. As soon as I have my balance on my knees, I hear & felt her leg lifting on to the chair I had just vacated.

I felt the heat from her pussy at the same instant I smelled her
excitement approaching my awaiting mouth. Mistress Sonia roughly grabbed a handful of
my hair & hissed down to me, “Suck my cunt like a good little whore. This is
your one chance to get me really hot & wet. If you give my clit the attention it
deserves, I may let you stick your filthy tongue up my tight puckered little
ass. You’d love that wouldn’t you? You just can’t wait to lick my ass can you
slut? I bet your getting sloppy wet just smelling my sexy bud, aren’t you?”  I
was in agony, she was so close to my mouth, but I couldn’t reach her.

My head was straining forward, my tongue stuck out in front as a probe.
I wanted to suck her alright, I NEEDED this Bitch’s pussy in my mouth, at my
mercy. Mistress Sonia taunted me again by sticking her own finger in her pussy &
wiping my lips with her cream. Mistress Sonia gently rubbed my lips & inside my mouth
she drug the finger over my moist tongue. I sucked gently on her finger at
first, until I felt her balance sway a bit. When I knew Mistress Sonia was swooning a
bit, I sucked her finger hard & deep, she let out a long sigh & pulled her
finger slowly from my mouth. “All right Wench, open your mouth so I can fuck
your pretty little face.” And with that, Mistress Sonia mashed my face into her pouty
pussy lips & I began to suckle her clit obsessively. I sucked her clit deep into
my mouth, taking the thin skin in ever so slowly so as to not hurt her, but
enough to stretch that clit just a little bit further. I ran my tongue
repeatedly & lavishly over the top over her pearl as it engorged against my
cheeks.

She moaned audibly & her hand began to run through my hair, grabbing
handfuls & then releasing them in short jerky motions.

I continued to suckle her clit until I felt the size of it grow between
my lips & her hips had begun to sway against my face. Once I felt her hips
smashing harder into my eager face, I began to run my wet lips up & down the
short clit shaft, sucking dramatically at the base. Mistress Sonia was moaning nearly
in a song by now. She is using my hair as a steering wheel to guide my mouth on
her as she smashes her pussy on my face to please her pulsating crotch. I felt
Mistress Sonia’s thighs tighten on my cheeks & neck area, her muscles flexing as she
rode her hips up & down. This went on for several more minutes until the sweat
was adding so much lubricant that I could feel my teeth pushing hard against my
lips, threatening to lash out at her precious flesh. Mistress Sonia pulled her pussy
away & yanked the blindfold off of my head all in an amazing display of self
control.

She was wearing a little white lacey top, it was a sheer one, that
stopped just about half way down her beautiful round ass cheeks. She was a
stunningly erotic vision, her face was crimson & radiant from all the activity,
her breasts were red & heaving, poking through the sheer. Her dark hair tousled
& gorgeous in the candlelight. She looked at me coyly, as I followed her hands
running down her chest & sides. As my eyes continued to fall, I could see the
hooded clit peaking out from between her swollen pussy lips. She came to me
looking me straight in the eye. With only a smirk she wordlessly turned around &
bent over in front of me. She looked over her shoulder as she took tiny steps
backwards until I could reach the offering of her luscious ass to my approving
face. I gazed adoringly upon these globes, as her hands came around & spread the
cheeks wide open. I felt a swooning of my own at the full view of her puckered
little anus, contrasting the swollen, bright red, covered in sexy wetness,
constantly moving, pussy. Her scent was strong & intoxicating, I blew air on the
moisture of her exposed sex, she made a sound & wiggled her ass slightly.

I knew what I was there to do & my tongue began slow flat motions around
the edge of the sensitive skin & Mistress Sonia began to move beneath me. My circles
began to get tighter & tighter until I was slowly rubbing my wet tongue over all
of her ass. She was writhing against me, up on her tip toes, desperate to drive
my face between her ass cheeks. As I let my tongue make another long pass across
her tightening anus, I let my tongue drop down to the edge of Mistress Sonia’s hole.
She gasped & began to roll her hips to better accommodate my actions in this
capacity.

I circled my tongue all the way around her soaking wet opening.
Mistress Sonia pressed her sticky cunt solidly around my chin & pushed down. I knew
she wanted me to open my jaws & give her yearning hot little box a bit of
pressure, but I simply slid my tongue quickly across the opening & pulled my
head up. She grunted, waited a second & tried to smash her opening bud against
my mouth, this time I slid up in a faster motion & slammed my now pussy juice
coated tongue into her tight little ass!

She cried out in surprise & frozen trying to adjust to it. I gave her no
time, I immediately began to rock my head in & out of her plump cheeks. I made
my tongue as long & hard as I could & pounded my tongue so far into her my nose
hurt from the assault. Mistress Sonia yelled “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! OH…OH..OH
GOD…Yes Slut, that’s it, pump my asshole you dirty Bitch! OHHHH……….” I
slammed my face deep into her ass, my tongue was buried inside her dark hole
when I felt her fingers rubbing vigorously against her harden nub. I picked up
the pace then, I bob my head as fast as her fingers could stroke her clit. It
didn’t take too long. “Yes Cunt, fuck my butt. Fuck my ass with your tongue! I
knew you loved it, you are nothing but an ass slave. FUCK YEAH!!…….FUCK ME
HARDER YOU FILTHY WHORE!!! AAGGHHHH…………..” Mistress Sonia crumpled to the
floor in front of me once her amazingly violent orgasm had subsided. I climbed
back up to the chair & breathed through my mouth for several minutes.

Mistress Sonia rolled over on the rug & looked up at me mischievously “You
have two infractions that you must be punished for before we can move on to the
next level. First, was earlier when you looked at me, yes dear one I did see you
do it. And the second is for attempting to regain control during my pleasuring
sessions. You see, I love the discipline almost as much as I love having my
slaves for my sessions. Mistress Sonia came over & motioned for me to stand, which I
did. She then unlocks one handcuff, then relocked them together in front of me.
“Now bend over the chair & get your ass completely into the air.” Mistress Sonia began
with her hand, she swatted my bare ass for several long, painful moments, send
hand sized waves of erotic heat through my ass & straight into my pussy.

When Mistress Sonia grew tired of swatting me, she moved her slender fingers down to my
throbbing clit. I moved my aching crotch against her hand & she responded by
grabbing my swollen clit between her pointer finger & thumb. My breath caught in
my throat as she began to roll her fingers in up & down motions. I was
whimpering as she began to literally ‘milk’ my essence from my now pearl sized
sex. Her timing increased, I began to gasp in time with her strokes, the erotic
pleasure of it was truly sinful. She pulled her fingers away ruthlessly, I
groaned loudly in true sorrow, “Ohh.. no please…please….please Mistress Sonia..”

Once Mistress Sonia had put the blindfold back on me & reset the handcuffs to
be in the back once again, she explained the next level to me. She was going
upstairs in our suburban home to spread herself across something & I was to now
find her by using only my nose. Mistress Sonia said as she left the room turning up
the stereo to cover her movements, “Count to a hundred, then use your noses most
recent memories & sniff out sloppy cunt. Then maybe you can help me Fuck it.” I
must have reacted visibly because Mistress Sonia giggled as she left the room & my
desire had reached a frenzy at the thought of fucking her. Hell, Mistress Sonia had me
so hot by then, even just watching her fuck herself was enough to get me off
now. Count, shit I should be counting. As I top the stairs, I immediately begin
to sniff, all I can smell is the candle on the kitchen table. I move to the
living room, I move across all bits of furniture, slowly so I don’t jam my toes.
Nothing. I move to the bedrooms, the junk room first, nothing there, I am
trembling with anticipation when I enter the spare room & near the bed, I
actually catch the scent. I stopped & sniffed the air, causing a giggle in
response & verification that I was smelling her sweet fruit. Mistress Sonia then came
to me & undid one handcuff, all the while she was rubbing her hot sheer covered
body against my weak flesh. I was now resorting to internal chanting to maintain
self control from simply ravaging this cold blooded Bitch!

“Put this on.” Mistress Sonia said as she slides the blindfold off & handed me
a large dildo set into a leather strap on. I quickly attached it to my hips &
through my thighs, as I was doing this Mistress Sonia had climbed back onto the large
bed & lifted her ass to the edge. “Come here slut!” Mistress Sonia commanded. I was
standing so close to her that the head of the silicon cock was lined up
perfectly with her now gaping slit. I inched forward so that the head of the
extension was less then 3 inches from her delicious box. “I will instruct your
timing by squeezing your hands, do you understand?” I looked at her puzzled, she
then took my hands & weaved them through her own & at the same time Mistress Sonia put
her heels against my ass cheeks. She whispered as her eyes began to blur, “Like
this,” she said & squeezed my hands, pulling them forward slightly & pressed her
heels hard into my ass, forcing my phallic extension to enter her. “OOOHHhhhh
Yyyyeessss….” She hissed. We stayed in this position for several sensual
minutes, her heels pressing my hips into her open crotch, with a mere 3 inches
of the strap on’s head inside her. I was struggling to hold still, my pussy had
blood rushing through it with such velocity I thought I might go blind. Finally,
Mistress Sonia’s grip lessened & I pulled my hips backward slowly. She squeezed my
hands again & once again her heels dug into my ass, a little farther in this
time, but still holding on to it for long moments.

Was she testing me? Taunting me? Can I keep this up? Will I go to jail
for rape if she already consented to penetration? My mind is swimming with the
endorphins & becoming more insistent each stroke of the silicon cock. Her timing
has picked up slightly, she is not holding as long now, I can feel the leather
pulling & pushing against my swollen clit head. The sensations the strap on was
causing me led to my body acting on it’s own. Before I could even think of it, I
reared my hips backwards & looked Mistress Sonia squarely in the eye as I rammed that
cock all the way into her with one forceful thrust! “OOOHhhh…” We both cried
out as it slammed deep inside of her. I could feel her pussy contracting over &
over again trying accommodate the large cock. Mistress Sonia laid still for a minute,
then she stealthily wrapped her foot through my handcuffed arm & pushed me off
of her.

I staggered in surprise, then Mistress Sonia sat up & slapped my tits with
both hands over & over again, until my breasts were bright crimson red. “I
warned you that this was my show & that you would be punished. Tsk..tsk..Are you
ready to try again?” Mistress Sonia asked with her disapproving look.

“Oh yes Mistress Sonia, please don’t stop, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be a
better slave. I’ll do only what pleases you Mistress Sonia.” Mistress Sonia laughed at me,
“Only what pleases me huh? The fact that by fucking me, your rock hard clit gets
the polishing of a life time, has nothing to do with why you are so eager to
please me does it?”

I couldn’t respond for she was absolutely correct, the act of sticking
myself into her in any way, awakens dangerous arousals within me. Mistress Sonia then
reached down & began to gruffly jerk & pull on the silicon phallus attached to
my live sex. ” Can you even feel that, Whore?!” I could feel my own wetness
sliding down my inner thigh as Mistress Sonia wiggled & yanked on the strap on,
stimulating my clitoris underneath, to the very brink. “Yes Mistress Sonia”, I
breathed, “I can feel you, very well.” Mistress Sonia then stood up & climbed back on
the bed, “Climb up here & lay on your back.” She commanded.

I obeyed quickly, she wasted no time in straddling the cock between her
cunt lips. She remained poised over me with her lips & the beautiful delicate
inner folds, clearly irresistible visible to my mesmerized eyes. “Do you like
what you see?” I nod without looking up while she began to lower herself onto
the dildo, the vision was stunning. Mistress Sonia glided her muscles up & down the
thick, slick shaft, the sounds of friction & moisture adding to the overall
senses overload. I was torn between her alluring bouncing breasts & the enticing
sights & sounds of my clit extension being enveloped by her mysterious flower.
Mistress Sonia slowly slide herself up & down on top of me, until she had the whole
thing buried inside of her. I made my hips rise ever so slightly to meet her
hips. She closed her eyes & sucked air through her teeth as she settled on my
lap. “Now hold still.” Mistress Sonia said sharply. Then we held the position for
several long pleasurable minutes. Soon Mistress Sonia’s hips began a slow grinding,
that pressed the flesh into my now enraged clit. I didn’t think I could hold out
much longer, the waves of impulses flowing from my sensitive nerve endings were
overwhelming. Her smooth hands began to play with her nipples, as I watched in
silent enrapture. Then my eyes followed her right hand as it dipped low &
slipped across her clit. She jerked slightly once she made contact & that jerk
caused a deep twitch inside of my crotch. Soon her fingers were playing across
her swollen clit like she was strumming an instrument.

Before I could take it all in, she began to raise her hips slightly,
then she dropped back down on me viciously! “Ugh!” I groaned as the first few
blows hit my vulnerable clit. “Is your poor abused clit having a hard time?”
Mistress Sonia taunted me. Suddenly she raised herself all the way to the top of the
clit. The sudden pulling of the strap on caused my clit to reach out in
desperation. I knew she would do it, even before the Mistress Sonia slammed her cunt
down quickly on my clit. “Yeah Baby! That’s it Fuck it! FUCK MEEE!” Mistress Sonia
cried out loudly as she savagely fucked my engorged clit. She fucked me fast &
furiously, without pause & without regard for me. As I watched her fingers move
so quickly across her clit, that they were simply a blur, I knew we would both
climax soon. As wave after wave, began to crash through my now aching body, my
hips rose even further upwards. Our bodies were mashing against one another in
trembling grunts & thrashing with no regard for anything! The orgasm was a
fantastic block of time, chiseled out by the Gods themselves.

We came into, on top of & completely through one another, time & time
again. She wrapped her hands in my hair, she wrapped her arms around me, she
scratched her nails across my skin, she bit into my flesh, she smothered me with
her chest, she smashed as deep into me as she could, until eventually the orgasm
began to subside & the Mistress Sonia collapsed on top of me in sheer exhaustion. The
Mistress Sonia laid across my chest for so long, I began to fear she had fallen
asleep, “You were a very good fuck, even if you do need some work as a
prisoner.” She smiled as she kissed me.

The End

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tired after a long day of school, Lady Sonia returned to her rented apartment facing a pile of homework, a sink of dishes and a night of boring television. The college lifestyle seemed so easy and free from high school – freedom, partying, a future. Now, it just seemed like work.

Single, with a few friends and a student income, Lady Sonia pondered. Was this really all it was supposed to be?

Slim, with short brunette hair and an average body, Lady Sonia never considered herself extraordinary – just average. Which suited her fine. With the other girls off partying, dancing, drinking…. getting into dangerous situations and trouble, Lady Sonia was quite happy to stay at home and relax.

Tonight, however, she needed something different. She thought about calling home – no, she did that all the time, and talking to her parents and her brother had just become routine. Internet chat was just too much – guys trolling for partners, girls dangling availability…. or just people i the mood to fight and mouth off. Flipping through her notes, Lady Sonia saw a phone number…. from a classmate, who had offered it to her in case she had questions about the upcoming test.

David.

Dave, actually. He preferred Dave. Sweet, charming, easy-going….. seemed like a good guy. Had a good handle on the class material – always happy to talk, even to the shy Lady Sonia. He lived at home, and had a car, so if she called him….. he might even be able to come over…..

Lady Sonia`s hands trembled at the thought. She`d been with a few guys as boyfriends before, even had a little sex, but nothing in the past year or so. She was always nervous, anxious…. worried that a man would judge her based on her 36B breasts or the width of her hips. She always told herself that she had nothing to worry about, but the thoughts crept in anyway.

Before she even realized what she was doing, the phone was ringing.

“Hello?” It was Dave.

In a few moments, the plans were set. Notes, studying, 8:00. Her place.

!!!! Went the thoughts in Lady Sonia`s head. The place was a disaster! But she had almost 4 hours to make it presentable. With that kind of time, she set off to make it clean and ready for Dsave`s arrival, all the while wondering….. does he like me enough to hang out? Or is he just coming to help with studying?

The doorbell chimed at promptly 8, and Dave came in and sat down. 2 hours of studying, a bag of chips and 2 cans of cola passed in a blur for Lady Sonia, who knew – she wanted to feel a closeness with him, it was so nice to have someone here – but how to express it?

Finally, she just said it – “Dave, what do you think about me?” Shocked that the words came out of her mouth, Lady Sonia suddenly saw a grin across his face.

“Lady Sonia, you`re a great girl. Smart, funny, happy, not full of drama….. honest, and to be hinest with you – very cute. Whether you believe it about yourself or not.”

Stunned, but feeling warm and happy inside, Lady Sonia moved to the couch to sit with Dave, and she sat down beside him….. and they came together in a passionate kiss.

Lady Sonia could feel the heat build inside her, she wanted more from this man….. but she was afraid. Afraid he`d go too far, afraid he would brand her as a slut if it was too easy, afraid to lose him if she moved too fast or slow. Her brain flooded and overspilled with emotions.

They discussed past relationships. Dave, 4 girlfriends – sex with two, but they both had plans to be with big, hulky rich guys. Lady Sonia, 3 boyfriends – sex with the last one, who was her longest at 5 months. He had not been much – a little foreplay, a few strokes inside her until he came, and then he was done. Rather unfulfilling.

“Lady Sonia”, Dave said, “How about I show you an experience like no other? I guarantee you will find out what it is like to climax, perhaps multiple times. You may even discover something about yourself you didn`t know.”

Lady Sonia`s heart pounded. How do you turn down an offer like that? Is it too soon? Am I ready for that kind of thing?

It was an easy decision. Her trust for Dave was great, having known him for this school year plus the one before.

“What did you have in mind, Dave?” Lady Sonia asked sweetly.

Standing in her bedroom, Lady Sonia began to feel hot as Dave explained. “The safeword is orange, I will immediately stop and we will make sure you are ok. Don`t be afraid to use it if you are uncomfortable.”

Lady Sonia nodded. That was easy.

Dave explained as he gathered some scarves. “Bondage is a different kind of experience. It can be rough, it can be gentle, it can be painful. But done right, it always has pleasure.. ”

Bondage? Lady Sonia`s heart pounded. Her head swam.

“I really want to try this, and Dave…. he`s so cute and fun…..”

Lady Sonia decided to go for it, but with a condition.

“Dave, I have one limit.”

“Go on,” he answered.

“No sex.”

“No sex?”

“I`m paranoid about being pregnant, and I don`t want to risk it…. and I don`t know if I`m ready, and….” Lady Sonia began to stammer out some words, but a simple shush and smile from Dave stopped her.

“No sex, is no problem.”

“Really?”

“Really. I will make you happy and climax in other ways.”

Wow. Lady Sonia was floored. Climax? And he wasn`t insisting on sex?

“Lady Sonia?” Came Dave`s voice.

“Yes?”

“Please take off your shirt.”

Her heart pounded as Lady Sonia pulled her t-shirt over her head to expose her lacy blue bra.Dave`s eyes lit up in approval.

“Nervous?” Came his voice.

“A little. But I know I shouldn`t be”… Lady Sonia answered, as she tried to calm herself.

“Bra too?”

Lady Sonia easily reached around back, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were exposed, perky and ready, for Dave to see. Her nipples were already hard with the anticipation.

“Very nice”, Dave said, as he pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it aside.

Lady Sonia blushed, as she saw the pile of her scarves and bathrobe straps, waiting for her. Was she really going to let this man tie her up?

“Pants too, Lady Sonia….. if you`re ok with that…. it`s a lot easier before I start on you…”

Her head racing, Lady Sonia undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor. She was now standing in just her black panties, which covered her trimmed pussy hair, and her bum.

“Do you prefer the bed or the floor?”

“Floor”, Lady Sonia answered, knowing the carpet was soft, and gave more room.

Dave helped her to kneel, and gently took her hands in his, guiding them behind her back. She breathed deeply, trying to relax as her hands were fastened together behind her, with a soft scarf. It was an odd feeling, but surprisingly comfortable…. and she relaxed, knowing that Dave would take good care of her.

From behind, she jumped as Dave reached from behind her, and began to tease her nipples, while at the same time teasing her neck with his tounge. Lady Sonia moaned in awe, as she never realized how sensitive she was at her neck.

Dave came around the front of her, and dropped his pants, leaving him just his boxers. Lady Sonia could see a hard-on within, but she wondered – why would he agree to no sex?

Her question was put on hold as Dave grabbed another scarf and retreated behind her again, this time taking her elbows and working them together. Although she couldn`t touch them, she as close…. and she felt the scarf tighten around them. Looking down, she saw her breasts standing out further, and realized she liked the effect.

“Is that ok?” came Dave`s voice.

“Just fine” Lady Sonia answered. She wasn`t in any pain, and it felt good to have her breasts standing proud, and she hoped it impressed Dave.

It must have. He went to work on her sensitive nipples, and neck…. and back, as she found out….. his touch was like magic, and before long her pussy was very warm, and wet.

Her moans surprised even her, as she found them getting louder and longer….. and without warning, she felt Dave`s hands track south…. to the waistband of her panties…..

His hand slipped effortlessly inside, and found her clit….

Just a few touches, and she was practically humping his hand at this point….

“Ohhhh, please…. ohhh god, it feels so good…….”

Lady Sonia was in heaven, and she knew she couldn`t hold out much longer…… and then,…..

She came.

Hard.

She thought she might have wet herself, but it was just the juice from her pussy.

Dave stood, and walked over to the bed for more scarves.

Once Lady Sonia`s breathing had returned to normal, Dave stood in front of her.

“Did you like that?”

“Uh-huh” was the reply.

“More?”

Lady Sonia`s head spun. There could be more?

Lady Sonia`s adventure, Part 2

Dave stood in front of Lady Sonia, knowing she needed a deeper and more explosive orgasm. Lady Sonia knelt, hands behind her back, knowing she was in for a ride like she had never experienced before.

“How did that feel, Lady Sonia?” Asked Dave…

“OH my god, sooo good…” came the reply….

“Are you ready for more bondage?”

“Please….” Lady Sonia moaned. More bondage? How could he add to this?

Dave walked to her dresser, and pointed.

“Where do you keep your panties?”

Lady Sonia was quiet a second. Panties? What did he want with those?

“top drawer, left side”…. she replied.

Dave opened the drawer and selected a white thong, before he walked back to her.

He planted a hot kiss on her lips, and then spoke, almost in a whisper, inches from her face.

“Before we go any further, I think we need to gag you. Not only for the helplessness factor, but because if you cum like that again, you are going to have the neighbours calling the cops.”

Lady Sonia`s mind raced. Gag? That sounded evil. Kidnapper evil.

Dave smiled a reassuring smile. “If you are ok with this, it won`t hurt. IF you hum the opening to O Canada or the Star-Spangled Banner, I`ll stop immediately.”

It felt safe. But soo scary….

“Ok. Do it.” Lady Sonia said.

Her boldness surprised even herself, as she opened her mouth to accept her panties inside. Dave tied a knot in the middle of a scarf, and wound that around her head to hold the panties inside so she didn`t spit them back out.

Lady Sonia moved her head and tested her new mouth packing material. It was tight, but not uncomfortable. She felt safe in Dave`s presence, and ready for his next touch.

More to the nipples, and more kisses and licks to her neck, brought Lady Sonia to damp again. Her pussy was hot, and wet…. she wanted desperately to feel that rush…..

Her screams were muffled nicely behind her gag. She felt herself screaming louder and harder, trying to express her delight at his touch, but it all came out muted and restrained.

She knew she had to cum again. But he was being gentle… almost taking her close and then slowing down….. he was! He was teasing her! But it felt soooo good…

Then, he stopped.

She felt his head slide around hers, amd look at her. She turned to look him in the eye.

“Remember,” he said, “O Canada or the Star Spangled Banner….”

And then he came round front, and spread her knees slightly for her.

Now Lady Sonia was kneeling, slightly spread, and the cool air on her pussy was remarkable.

But where did Dave go?

She felt him lay down behind her, then suddenly, his head was behind her, between her legs….. and working his way up…. and, oh…. was he…?

He stopped with his jaw under her pussy. Despite the scarf wrapped around her face, she could see the hair on his head…… she wondered…. what was he doing?

Her black panties were slid aside, just gently…

Lady Sonia had never had a man go down on her, or anyone for that matter. Wait, she was above him…… bound and gagged…. was he going up on her? How does this work?

Lady Sonia shot to attention as his tounge touched her clit. It was like being struck by lightning!

Dave worked her clit, and Lady Sonia, powerless to resist the tounge inside her, felt another orgasm building…. and then it happened…

She came hard, fighting her bonds and screaming into her gag, feeling like fireworks were going off in her brain.

Dave slipped out from under her and slid a finger inside her drenched pussy… and began to finger her more….

Another orgasm built, and quickly exploded.

Was that a 3rd? Lady Sonia was losing count as she rode Dave`s fingers….. it felt so good, so very very good….

And kind of slutty, to have a man fingering her while all tied up….. but she couldn`t do anything to fight it….. god, just couldn`t stop……

She heard Dave say something aobut giving her a big ending, with a slutty finish……. he asked if that was ok, and she just nodded….. she didn`t care, as long as it felt this good…….

God, she would love a slutty finish…… she was starting to feel like a real slut…. bound, gagged…. she needed to feel truly slutty and dirty…

Dave knelt in front of her, and put his hand inside her panties again… oohh, Lady Sonia moaned, it felt good, just what she needed…. she noticed him take his cock in his other hand, and begin to stroke….

She was almost ready to cum….. it was close, just about there…… ohhhhh, yeah, right there….

Just as she began to climax…. she felt the first hot spot hit her…. then more….. as she realized he was cumming on her, she climaxed even harder……

It felt really slutty and dirty, but Lady Sonia didn`t care… she was enjoying her orgasm….. she felt a load of cum hit her on the chest, to go with the other load on her breasts…… ohhh, it felt good…
she never thought she would like the feeling, but she did…. ohhh, so dirty…

Dave stopped pumping and withdrew his fingers from her wet pussy. She knelt, spent, and covered in cum, reveling in the feeling…

He quickly fetched a towel and wiped her off, making sure to catch every drop.

Lady Sonia`s heart was pounding. She was now truly slutty, still gagged, still bound tightly, she had climaxed at least 5 times, she wanted more, and she was still feeling the warmth from the cum that was just wiped off of her.

It didn`t take Dave long to oblige.

He was behind her, pressed against her, and his hands were on her tits. Oh, god did she need hands on her tits….

He played with her nipples…. teased her…… ran his hands on her stomach and hips…. caressed her whole body from the waist up….. but she needed more.

She needed the ultimate release.

But she knew she couldn`t have him in her pussy.

She felt his hands slide her panties down at the back.. exposing her bum…..

His left hand wrapped around and touched her clit….. and slid a finger into her pussy….

Oh god, that touch….. felt soooo good…..

His other hand was playing in her panties.

Why is his other hand there? Lady Sonia wondered…

She felt him move… almost like he was rubbing his cock again….

Then she felt his other hand spread her bum cheeks.

He wouldn`t!

Lady Sonia`s mind raced…. not there! No, no, no…. never there!

Lady Sonia`s mind raced. She had plenty of fantasies, but not there! Oh please, she couldn`t…. wouldn`t…. but that finger in her pusssy…. ohhh, so good….

It really did feel great, and she was lost and swimming in her own mind…

Her brain was about to send the signal to stat humming, o canada, star spangled banner, anything..! but it stopped…

That hand in her pussy….. sooo good…

Then she felt his cock on her bum…..

Edging toward the one place she allways thought she would said no to….

And he must have lubed it a bit with her pussy juice, because it slid in.

He didn`t force it, it just went in very gently…. and he let her adjust to it, all the while feeling the steady pulse of his fingers in her pussy…

Lady Sonia screamed into her gag….. she could feel another wave of orgasm coming on, but this was different…. this one felt like it would be big…..

She felt his cock inside her bum…. start to move in and out…… ohhh god, it kinda hurt but it felt great….

Lady Sonia felt herself wind up, and then she knew….

Her head exploded in a wave of orgasm and fireworks, as she came harder than she ever thought it was possible….. the cock in her bum reminded her of how slutty and dirty this was….

She felt a hot load explode into her as Dave came himself…. and she began to cum again…

Lady Sonia quivered, and came hard into her panties.

Dave withdrew, and untied her hands and elbows.

SHe removed her own gag, and turned to kiss him.

“That,” she said, “was absolutely incredible. I came at least 10 times.”

“And, I didn`t know I could like bondage this much”…

Dave looked at her.

“This, Lady Sonia”, he said and smiled, “Is just a beginning.”

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We’ve arranged to go out for the evening. I meet you at your apartment to help you get ready. I’ve had your hair dyed Lucille Ball red and I tease it and spray multiple coats of hair spray. It is stiff and huge. Then I apply your make up for the outing. Bright blue eye shadow with false eyelashes. Strong blush and glaring red lip stick. Going to your closet I look thru the clothes you’ve purchased at my request. I select a very short denim skirt, white halter that barely contains your tits and red leather platform heels. But first, I go to the jewelry box to select “special” jewelry for the evening. Finding what I’m looking for, I tell you to sit on the bed and pull your robe open. Caressing your tits, I remove your “everyday” nipple rings and replace them with the heavy cages that stretch your nipples long. You moan in delight as I fondle your nipples while changing out the rings. Then pushing you back on the bed, I push your knees apart to reveal your cunt. It is wet from my attention to your transformation for the night. You have a simple ring thru your clit that I attach a bell. It is heavy but makes a gentle tinkling sound when you walk. I pull your pussy lips apart and stroke the opening. Your cunt gushes juices and they puddle on the spread under your ass. I roll you over and tell you to get on your hands and knees. Grabbing the paddle I use on you, I spank your ass hard on each cheek. You count “One … Thank you Mistress Sonia. May I have another. Two .. Thank you Mistress Sonia. May I have another.” This continues until I’ve given you a total of twenty smacks. You ass is bright red and your juices are running down the insides of your thighs. I pull you to your feet and you get dressed. The skirt is just barely long enough to hide your ass and the bell that dangles from your clit. The halter is two sizes two small and your tits are barely contained. But the nipples cages show thru and leave no doubt to anyone’s mind.

You look at yourself in the mirror and see how slutty you look and blush with embarassement and humiliation. I’m standing next to you in a black silk coat dress that is very conservative compared to what you are wearing. I unbutton the two buttons holding the dress together and show you the red push up bra & thong I am wearing underneath. But you also see that I am wearing a strap-on. Attached to the strap-on is an 8″ black dildo that is about 4″ thick. “See what the little slut is going to get if she’s a good girl tonight” I tease you.

We go out to the car and I instruct you to drive. I love watching you drive the standard transmission as your skirt slides up to reveal your shaved cunt. And I hope that we drive by several trucks so that the drivers get a good look at you as you drive. Giving you instructions to the restaurant, you realize we are going to the place that your ex-husband and his bosses frequent. “Please Mistress Sonia, anywhere but there. I can’t have him see me like this. Or his bosses.” you beg. I laugh “why do you think I’ve chosen this place? I know for certain that he and 3 of his bosses are having drinks and dinner here tonight.”

You are squirming in the seat as you drive and I can tell that you are trying to delay arriving at the restaurant. To amuse myself on the trip, I reach over and run my fingers into your pussy coating them with your juices. Then I open my dress and pull the dildo up so that it is standing up in my lap. I use the slime from your pussy to stroke the dildo like I was jacking myself off. You are watching me and licking your lips. When my hand dries out I scoop some more of your juices and keep stroking. Moaning out loud at the motions. This distracts you enough that we make the rest of the drive to the restaurant quickly. You start to pull into the back to park, but I tell you to pull up to the valet. You do and start to get out. “Oh no … you need to clean the pussy juice off this black cock first.” You look around the car for a tissue. “Ha ha … no slut, lean over here and lick it clean.” You look up at the valet who has arrived by your door. “Just a moment sir, it will only take a moment for my slut to clean my cock before we go in.” Horrified you lean over and begin licking delicately at the cock. I put my hand in the stiff hair on the back of your hair and shove your head down on the cock. Choking you as it bangs the back of your throat. You suck harder and manage to get it clean. But you’ve smeared your lipstick. You try to straighten it and clean your face, but I grab your hand. “We don’t have time for that. Let’s go into the restaurant and see who’s here.” I laugh and pull you into the restaurant.

We walk into the restaurant and up to the hostess. She looks at you and sneers at your smeered lipstick and slutty clothes. This is an upscale restaurant and you are obviously not dressed approriately. I ask her if your ex’s party has arrived and she says yes looking confused. I ask for the table closest to their’s. I want to make sure that they are able to see you! She goes off to get the table cleared for us. You can see her talking to the waitstaff and pointing to you. They are all laughing at you. You blush and try to hide behind me. I pull you forward and tell you to clasp your hands behind your back. This thrusts your tits out even further … you are on the verge of a wardrobe malfunction.

The hostess returns and escorts us to our table. You try to sit with your back to your ex and his co-workers, but I pull you around so that you are facing them. And instead of sitting across the table from you, I sit catty-corner so that their view of you is unobstructed. It takes a minute, but two of the bosses notice you. They start to oggle you, then do a double-take when they realize who you are. Slowly one of them reaches to your ex and tugs on his arm to get his attention. He turns to look and starts to laugh. Then he too realizes that this slut at the next table, who everyone is looking at, is his ex-wife. You start to shrink in your chair but I hiss that you are to sit up and be proud of the slut that you are!

You ex stands up and turns to the table. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here dressed like that?” he snarls at you. I fix him with a look. “She belongs to me now and is dressed the way I wish her to be dressed. She is a slut and should be dressed like one.” He sputters but can’t come up with a reply. He staggers back to his table and falls into his chair. Rests his head in his hands. His co-workers are peppering him with questions, but all he can do is shake his head. The waiter comes over and I place our drink order. I realize that you are sitting with your knees pressed tightly together. I slide my hand under the table and tap your legs. You look at me with a plea in your eyes. I shake my head and tap your leg again. You sigh and spread your knees apart. As you do the bell hanging from you clit tinkles and draws some attention. As the waiter comes back with our martinis, I ask if they have a larger candle for our table. The one we have is just barely putting out any light. I want your hair, make-up and especially your tits with the nipple cages to be on full display for all the patrons of the restaurant. He blushes along with you as I explain this to him, but he returns quickly with two small table lights. “We don’t have any more candles, but I hope these will work” he says. I turn them on, pleased with the much brighter light now illuminating our table. Your nipples are poking so hard thru the light fabric of your halter that I’m almost afraid that the material will rip. This gets more attention from your ex’s table and the other tables surrounding us.

I order our dinner and we sit and chat waiting on our food. Well, at least I chat. You are so mortified and embarassed. I realize that our order will be arriving soon. “You need to excuse yourself to go to the ladies room.” “No, Mistress Sonia”, you whisper “I’m ok.” Chuckling, “That wasnt’ a question. It was a command.” I say. “And make sure you take the long way around the room. I want all these conservative tight asses to see truly what a nasty slut you are.” “And make sure that bell tinkles when you walk.” I wink at you.

You push your chair back get up. Your bell tinkles nicely. Hesitantly at first you start your walk around the room. “TABBY” I announce. You immediately raise your head and swish your hips as you finish the route to the restroom. Laughter and snickers follow you as you make your way. I grab the arm of a passing waiter and ask for another napkin in a rather loud voice. “It seems my companion has left a rather large pussy juice puddle on her chair.” He looks down to see indeed that you have left a sticky mess on the seat. Several of the men from other tables strain to see it as well. He returns with the napkin and starts to wipe it up. “Oh no, give the napkin to me.” I hold it in my hand until you return to the table. Now, more eyes are on you as many have heard my comment. You look nervously around wondering what they are all talking about. When you get to the table, I hand you the napkin and instruct you to clean up your mess. “It looks like your cunt has been leaking sweetie.” You blush even more and lean to clean up the mess. This afford the table behind us with a lovely view of your shaved cunt and the bell dangling between your thighs. One of the men reaches over and with his fingers makes it jingle a nice little song. Your ex is watching in furty and embarassment. You finish cleaning the chair and return to your chair just as our food arrives.

We eat our meal in silence. You only nibble at your food as you are so self-consious of being watched and stared at. After I finish eating I order after dinner drinks and lean back in my chair. I lovingly reach over and stroke your cheek. You’ve done so well at dinner. “I think I need my cock stroked now.” I push my chair back a bit and part my dress just enough that the thick black cock springs up in my lap. “Stroke my cock for me slut.” You glance around to see if anyone is still watching … of course they are! You tentatively being stroking the dildo. “Oh no … it needs some lubricant. Scoop some of your juices up before you do any more.” Blushing furiously now, you slip your hand between you legs and run your fingers up into your cunt. Your eyes flutter close briefly as you touch yourself. I nudge you on the shoulder and you return to the task at hand. Your fingers are dripping with your nectar and you reach across and wrap your fingers around my strap-on cock and being stroking it. I drop my head back a bit … pretending that I can really feel you stroking my hardness. The waiter come up to the table with the bill and sees your hand in my lap. Immediately his cock springs to life as well, hardening under his slacks. A quick glance around the room and most of the men are squirming in their chairs with their hands in their laps. I’m sure they are grasping their own hard cocks. Turned on by your sluttiness during the evening. I sign the check quickly and return it to the waiter. “Oh slut, your hand has dried again. Get it slippery and stroke me some more so I can fuck you.” The waiter stands transfixed as he watches you dip your fingers into your cunt again and bring them up shiny with juice.

You stroke it harder and faster. Like you were trying to get a cock ready to fuck you. Your breathing gets quicker. A quick glance shows that your juices are now running off the edge of the chair and dripping on the floor. “Hey, you!” I call out to your ex. “Did you ever make her fucking hot like that?” as I point to the puddle on the floor. He shakes his head with his mouth hanging open. No one in the room is even pretending not to watch you now. “I think it’s time for you to get fucked now, don’t you?” I wink at you. “Go to the hostess and ask if we may be excused to the parking lot so that you can get fucked.” are your instructions. “And make sure you announce that anyone who wants to watch can meet us outside.” You stumble a bit as you push your chair back and walk to the hostess. You begin talking to her quietly. “TABBY! I can’t hear you and niether can anyone else in the room!” “May I be excused so that my Mistress Sonia can fuck me?” you almost shout to the hostess. She numbly nods her head at you. You raise your voice again “Anyone who wants to see me fucked can come to the parking lot to watch.”

I get up and walk to the door of the restaurant. It is absolutely silent as I do. But as I push the door open and lead you out, I hear a loud scurrying as chairs are shoved aside and footsteps as the other patrons rush to the door. I signal the valet to bring our car to the front door.

As we stand there waiting, I pull your skirt up and trace my fingernails on the redness left on your ass from the spanking you received earlier. Then quickly until the knot at the back of your neck that holds your halter up, allowing your tits to spring free in the night air. The valet arrives with our car and starts to hand me the keys. I brush him off and push you to the end of the car. With a hand on the back of your neck, I push you down on the trunk. You have to tippy-toe but it puts your cunt on display in such a nasty way. The valet rushes over to the flower bed and turns one of the spot lights so that you are framed by it’s glare. Everyone has an unimpeeded look at your cunt. I step behind you with my strap-on standing at attention. There are several gasps from those that had not seen it’s size in the restaurant. I press the black head that is as large as a plum to the opening in your cunt. Sliding it up and down and coating it with your plentiful juices. Then pressing the head just inside, I reach up and pull you up by the hair. Your tits are bouncing and your nipples are stretched by the cages. Dropping you back down on the trunk, I shove with my hips and bury the cock deep into your pussy. “AAAAAAAAAAAA” you scream as it plows into you. Your moans and cries echo in the parking lot as I fuck your nasty cunt. “Do you like having me fuck you whore?” I hiss at you. You nod your head. I slap your ass with my open hand “I can’t hear you and neither can anyone else.” “YES Mistress Sonia” you scream. “I Love having you fuck me.” “Then beg for it” I demand. “Please Mistress Sonia, fuck my slut pussy. Treat me like the slut I am.” You are barely able to speak around your moans. I increase my thrusts. “Do you want to cum slut?” I ask. Again you nod your head. Two quick slaps to your ass and you remember to speak out loud. “Please Mistress Sonia. Please let your slut cum.” You are almost crying as I fuck you pushed over the trunk of the car. Most of the men now have their cocks out of their pants as they stroke themselves to the sight of you. “If I let you cum, you will have to reward all these nice men.” I chuckle. “Do you still want to cum?” “Oh fuck yes Mistress Sonia. Please let me cum. I’ll do whatever you want.” You are moaning and thrusting back against me. “Then cum slut!” I scream and immediately you beginning cumming. “FUCKCKKKKKKKK” Your body is quaking and shaking as wave after wave hit you. Just as it starts to end, I pull out and push you down to your knees. “All you fine men that are stroking your cocks … get over here and cover this slut with your cum!” There is a scramble as they push to get close to you. Within seconds, you are being covered with spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum. Your face, your hair, your tits. Your ex is standing in awe and jerking himself. I reach over and pull your head back. “Cum on her face!” I command him. He visably trembles and within two jerks, his spunk is covering your face. As soon as they have all emptied their loads onto you, I pull you up and push you into the car. We pull out of the parking lot with you covered in cum and me with a very pleased look on my face.

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Larry and Dan watched as their friend frantically struggled against the ropes. Greg, his hands tied above his head, kicked out and spat in an attempt to keep Lady Sonia, his young sister, from approaching. All three of the boys were at the age where the thought of being at a girl’s mercy was unthinkable… particularly a younger sister. Throughout their lives, girls had always been bothersome creatures, tolerated and ignored.

Watching the struggles of his friend and the smirk on Lady Sonia’s face, Larry was transfixed. He felt his body respond and couldn’t help but think of how he would feel if he was the one bound.

The neighborhood boys had been playing basketball at Greg’s house when Lady Sonia came home. As she had for years, she begged to be allowed to play. The boys didn’t want to be bothered having a girl underfoot. To get his sister out the way, Greg said she could play if she could shoot more free throws in a row that he could. If she couldn’t, he could tie her up in the garage so she wouldn’t bother them while they played. It was a pretty safe bet as he rarely missed and his sister rarely even hit the rim of the basket. There was a reason that the boys didn’t want her to play besides the fact that she was a girl.

“That’s not fair!” Lady Sonia exclaimed. “If I win, you should be the one tied up in the garage while we play.”

“OK, OK.” Greg said in exasperation. With that, he stepped up and took a shot. The ball bounced in and out of the basket without dropping through.

Grabbing the ball, Greg said, “OK… That’s where we will shoot from when we start the contest.”

“You already shot!” Lady Sonia screeched. “That shot counts. Admit it Greg, if it had gone in you would have claimed that to be your first and tried your second.”

Greg looked over at his friends. They kind of smiled and shrugged. Everybody knew what she said was true.

“OK sis, take your shot,” Greg said as he bounced the ball over to his sister. “Remember, I said that you have to shoot more free throws than me. You miss this shot and you’re going to spend the rest of the game in the garage.”

This was typical of the way Greg had treated Lady Sonia. For as long as she could remember, he had always taken advantage of the age difference and never gave her an even break. It was a typical sibling relationship with the youngest always on the short end unless the parents intervened.

She tentatively took the ball as she positioned herself in front of the hoop. Lady Sonia knew the bet was unfair, but she also knew if she was to be allowed to play, she would have to accept the terms. With his miss, this was probably the best chance she would ever have of getting to play basketball with them. She swung the ball between her legs and lofted the ball toward the loop. The ball bounced several times on the rim before it finally went through.

Lady Sonia started bouncing up and down with her hands in the air. “I win, I win!” Looking at her brother. “You have to be tied up until we’re through playing basketball!”

Dan grinned as he looked over at Greg who was shaking his head. “You made the bet.”

Larry and Dan got some lengths of rope and looped them over a stud in the garage and tied Greg’s hands above him.

Lady Sonia watched as her brother was being tied. She felt a flush of power that she had never experienced before. She had never see her brother helpless before. Smiling, she thought that it was pay-back time for the years of torment she endured being a little sister.

She remembered all the times that she had been tickled unmercifully by her brother and smiled as she moved closer to extract her revenge.

That’s when Greg started to struggle, kick, and spit… anything to keep his sister away. The bonds were not well tied and he was able to wiggle a hand free. With the free hand he fought off his sister and was finally able to work his other hand free.

By this time, it had grown late and Larry and Dan said they had to go. The all important basket ball game was forgotten.

Greg felt embarrassed by having his little sister in control even for a short time. He couldn’t look his sister in the eye as they went into the house. Lady Sonia, though disappointed that she didn’t get to tickle her brother or play basket ball with the boys, felt a rush of emotion at the thought of her brother helpless before her.

Larry was preoccupied as he and Dan took the short walk home. Dan actually lived next door to Greg with Larry being just two doors further. Larry barely heard Dan’s “See ya tomorrow,” as they split. Dan was oblivious to the effect the previous encounter had on Larry.

It was a close neighborhood and the younger sisters of Larry’s friends always were considered bratty sisters. Larry was a year older than his friends, two years older than Dan’s sister, Priscilla, and a full three years older than Lady Sonia. This last year, he had noticed changes in Dan’s sister. Those changes, coupled with the effects of adolescence made him look at Priscilla in a different light. He often went over to Dan’s house to visit hoping to see Priscilla while he visited with Dan. He was perplexed that he was now getting hard while thinking of Lady Sonia, the littlest sister on the block. He had never thought of her as anything but a brat until now.

Larry raced to his bedroom when he got home and locked the door behind him. He opened his jeans to free his erection from the constraints of the material. He was already producing precum when his penis sprung free. He stroked himself, savoring the feeling that surged through his body. In his mind he visualized himself tied helpless with Lady Sonia smirking at him. His body shook as he exploded with the strongest climax he had ever experienced.

Still breathless, Larry cleaned up the resulting spill. He knew he would never look at the Lady Sonia in the same way. Already, he could feel his cock start to stir as he thought of being tied up by her. That fantasy would be forever embedded in his psyche.

-TWO-

Lady Sonia was home by herself. Her brother hadn’t gotten home from school yet and her parents would be at work for a couple of hours yet. She was still upset by the outcome of the bet the other day. She had won, fair and square and yet her brother wiggled out of the ropes before she could take advantage of it and she never did get to play basketball. It just wasn’t fair. The boys never let her play basketball with them. It wasn’t that she really liked basketball. It was more a carryover that she was always excluded from playing the fun things her older brother always got to play.

She got up at the sound of the doorbell. She opened the door to see Larry standing at the door with a basketball under his arm.

“Hi Lady Sonia, is Greg home?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, he’s still at school. He should be home shortly.”

It seemed to her that Larry was looking at her differently than he had in the past. Nothing she could put her finger on… just a feeling.

“Oh. OK…” Larry responded. “I was just wondering if he wanted to play basketball.” He turned away slowly to retrace his steps down the walkway.

Maybe it was her imagination, but she could almost sense that he was reluctant to leave. “You owe me a basketball game,” she blurted.

He turned around quickly. “What?”

“You and Dan have to play basketball with me. Remember? I beat Greg at free throws and we never had time to play.”

“Oh yeah,” he responded as if that fact had never occurred to him. “Sure, I’ll play you a game one on one.”

Lady Sonia was surprised that he agreed so readily. After all, it wasn’t Larry that made and lost the bet.

“Really?” she blurted in surprise. “That’s great. I hardly ever get to play.”

Larry’s eyes stayed on her as she closed the door behind her. She closed it while facing him, her hands behind her, showing off her slender form. He couldn’t help but notice that

she was developing and wondered if she was purposely striking a pose for him. Regardless, with his fantasy of her still fresh in his mind she was having an effect on him that didn’t exist a week ago.

As they crossed over to the hoop above the driveway, he blurted. “Yeah, you never did take advantage of winning that bet. Sorry we didn’t tie your brother better for you.”

“That’s right,” she said. “It is your fault I didn’t collect the bet. I should get to tie you up to make things right,” she continued petulantly.

At her words, she saw him turn beet red. She wondered at his reaction but before she could think about it, he quickly took a shot at the hoop as he tried to regain his composure. He grabbed the rebound and tossed the ball to her. “You get first out.”

She grabbed the ball and dribbled it slowly. As she tried to go around him, she pushed past him. He found that he enjoyed even that short contact. She shot and missed and he grabbed the rebound. He dribbled backing up to get close to the basket. He could feel her as she reached around him to get the ball. He was quietly going insane with her being so close. He couldn’t believe the effect she was having on him. After all, she was just a kid sister.

He took a shot, missed it and got the rebound. She jumped up reaching for the ball but had no chance as long as he held the ball above his head.

“OK,” he said quietly. “It would only be fair.”

Lady Sonia blinked. She had never seen Larry act this way before. Not real different, but not the same either. Larry had changed in the last couple of days. “What do you mean?” She was confused, unsure what Larry was talking about.

Larry’s ears turned red again. “You know. The bet you won with your brother. You didn’t get to collect because of me.” He held his breath not believing where this was leading.

Lady Sonia thought she was misinterpreting what he was saying. She couldn’t think of how to clarify without asking bluntly. “So you’ll let me tie you up to make up for your mistake with my brother?”

His head was spinning as Larry was thinking about his fantasy of being tied up. If he allowed her to tie him up, she could blurt it to her brother. He was the oldest on the block and letting a little sister get the better of him would be devastating. He would never live it down. His throat got dry and he took a deep breath. “Well you did get gypped out of your bet.”

Lady Sonia couldn’t believe her ears. He was a high school student and she was just in middle school. He was so much older and the thought that she could control him even for a short while sent a warm flash through her body. She loved the idea of having power over a boy. To be sure, she repeated her question. “So you’ll let me tie you up?”

Larry nodded his head. “I try to make things right. You were cheated the other day.”

At Larry’s nod, Lady Sonia felt a taste of power similar to the short taste she had when her brother was first tied. But this would be longer and he wouldn’t get away as easily as her brother.

She smiled. “There’s rope in the garage. I can tie you up where you tied up Greg for me.”

In the garage, panic filled Larry as he thought about himself tied up as Greg returned home. How would he ever explain that? “Not in the garage” he protested. “Greg will be coming home any time now. We would be seen. How about in the thicket down by the creek?”

Lady Sonia was trying to conceal her excitement at the prospect of tying up her neighbor.

“OK. Lead on. You carry the rope,” she said as she handed him a couple of long lengths of rope.

Behind their houses, there was a creek where they often played, caught pollywogs, built clubhouses, and the like. Across the creek, there was a thicket that was rarely visited. Any noise generated was lost in the rippling of the water. It seemed perfect for their adventure.

Lady Sonia was starting to get a little apprehensive about Larry’s intentions. This was new territory for her. She had felt Larry has been behaving differently lately, but she wasn’t aware that Larry was getting turned on by the idea of her being in control. His explanation that he just wanted to be fair seemed lame at best. Was he trying to set her up? It seemed too easy to get him to agree. She had been conned by her brother too often not to be suspicious.

They removed their shoes and waded across the shallows of the creek. At the other side, as Lady Sonia put on her shoes, she asked Larry for his. Larry started to balk, but she insisted. “I don’t want you to chicken out and run away from me at the last minute,” she explained. What she didn’t say, was that she could now outrun him if he turned on her. Not a foolproof plan, but it gave her a little assurance.

“I won’t run off on you,” he said but he handed her his shoes and socks anyway. He felt an erotic surge as he handed her his shoes. It was a small token, but there was no mistaking that he was surrendering control to her.

Lady Sonia lagged back a bit as she watched Larry walk gingerly over the rocky ground with his bare feet. They stopped when they got to a small clearing. “Lets do this my way,” she said. She still kept her distance from him. “I’m not much with knots, so I want you to tie each of your wrists to the end of a rope then throw the other ends of the ropes over that branch,” indicating a strong branch a few feet over Larry’s head.

Larry did as she directed and he felt his heart race as he felt her take control of the situation. The ropes hung over the branch and dangled by him. She pointed to another tree to the other side of him. “Take the loose ends over to that tree and then come back to under the branch.”

She watched with amusement as he did as she directed. The space between the trees was littered with many sharp rocks and Larry had tender feet. It seemed to take him forever to get over to the other tree and back.

Laughing at his discomfort, she ran over to the loose ends of the ropes. “I didn’t want you to grab me before I could secure the ropes,” she said truthfully. Larry took a deep breath and tried to fight the nervousness he felt. He was strong and could still back out of this by pulling the ropes down. He rationalized that he didn’t want to walk home barefooted. He didn’t consciously address the fact, but the explosive orgasm he had when he had fantasized about being tied up by Lady Sonia was still dominating his thoughts.

Before he finished the thought, Lady Sonia pulled on one of the ropes and his arm rose above his head. She pulled as hard as she could and wrapped the rope around the tree. Without a pause, she pulled the other rope and Larry found himself helplessly strung up. Instinctively, he pulled at the ropes, but he no longer had leverage and Lady Sonia had firmly secured them to the other tree. The feeling of helplessness sent a surge of panic through him and he struggled. As he struggled, he felt himself harden.

Lady Sonia watched as he struggled. She now had a boy at her mercy and she was feeling excited by her new found power. Putting her hands on her hips, she strutted over in front of him. She didn’t try to suppress her smug smile. She noticed the bulge in his pants and allowed herself to brazenly look down at his crotch. She felt the beginnings of erotic sensations herself but gave no outward indication of how she felt.

Larry flushed with embarrassment. Whenever he had a hard-on before, he could always sit down, turn away, or adjust some way so it wasn’t so obvious. Now he could do nothing. His friend’s kid sister was definitely watching and knew he was turned on. Embarrassed, he raised his eyes to the branch above and tried to will his cock to behave.

“Are you ticklish?” she asked, breaking the tension. With that, she reached over to his ribs and tickled. He normally wasn’t overly ticklish, but in his exposed state, his senses were heightened and he jumped. She proceeded to tickle him and he started dancing about and then raised a leg trying to block his tormentress.

She stepped back. “Hmmm,” she said. “Greg kicked at me when he was tied. I don’t want to be kicked.”

“I won’t kick you. I promise.”

“Maybe not on purpose, but you are still dancing around too much. I think I can fix that.”

There was dead branch a few feet long laying near by. Lady Sonia brought it over to where Larry was standing. She took the laces from Larry’s shoes and tied one on each of his ankles. She then tied the loose end of one of the laces to the end of the branch.

“Spread your legs wide,” she commanded.

Feeling compelled to do as she wished, he spread his legs apart. She pulled his free foot even further and he had to rely on the overhead ropes for balance. She tied the lace end as far as she could to the other end of the branch. His legs were now firmly spread. He worried that his hard-on was now even more noticeable .

Lady Sonia stood back and looked at her handy work. He was indeed helpless. No amount of struggling would get him down without her help. No one would hear if he yelled for help thought she doubted he would. She knew he was embarrassed and didn’t want anyone to see him like this. She again allowed her gaze to fall on his groin. She was fascinated by the bulge.

He could see the direction of her gaze. He couldn’t hide his persistent hard-on and was very aware of her looking at it. He tried to shift her attention. “What are you going to do now?” he asked.

His words shook her out of her daze. “Now that you can’t kick, I’m going to tickle you to death.” Giggling, she ran around behind him and started to tickle.

He started laughing and wiggling uncontrollably. He couldn’t wiggle away and when she wrapped her arms around him, he could feel her body press against his back and her hands continued to torment him. Gasping he started to plead “Stop. Please stop!”

Lady Sonia ran her fingers across his stomach, feeling him twist and wiggle as he pleaded for her to stop. She couldn’t believe the rush she got from having such power. She ignored his pleas long enough to let him know that she could do what she wanted before she finally relented. She kept her arms around him and pressed her body against his back as he sagged into her.

They were both breathless. She thought about the bulge she had noticed before she started tickling him. She let her hands drift lower as she thought about how it would feel.

She could feel his body stiffen as her hands slid past his belt.

Larry was out of breath. He welcomed the respite from tickling and enjoyed feeling her press against his back He became aware of her hands drifting down toward his groin. He was harder than ever and his penis was craving attention. He couldn’t believe that she would dare touch him there.

She wasn’t sure what to expect. He hadn’t protested as her hands approached his groin and she rationalized that since she was not the one tied, she was free to do what she wanted. It seemed terribly wicked, but who would he tell? She let her hand lightly brush over the bulge then she pressed harder, feeling the outline of his penis through the material. As she pressed, she heard him make a sound, a cross between a squeal and a whimper. What surprised her was that he arched toward her touch trying to press harder into her hand.

She withdrew her hand. She giggled, “It seems I hit a nerve.”

Larry’s mind was in turmoil. He was embarrassed that the kid sister on the block should have him in such a predicament. He didn’t know what would happen when he agreed to being tied up but it seemed like Lady Sonia was doing everything to him that he had fantasized about. Now that it was happening, he was terrified about the ramifications.

Lady Sonia walked around to the front of Larry. She felt the excitement throughout her body and also smug that she had her brother’s friend in such a state. It was obvious that he was excited by the events. Except for some pictures, she had never seen male genitals. Could she dare to take advantage of the situation and satisfy her curiosity? His reaction to her touch seemed to invite it. She took a deep breath. “Let’s take a look at that ‘nerve’ I hit,” she said to him as she started to unbuckle his belt.

Larry was in shock. He had never been exposed to a girl in his life. Modesty was ingrained in him since he could remember. The thought of her seeing him, especially erect, sent him into shock. “NO!” he cried out desperately. He struggled with the ropes, pulling hard. His feet lifted off the ground and his feet thrashed awkwardly with the branch scraping on the ground as he twisted.

Lady Sonia had not expected the outburst. She stepped back and watched him trying to break free. She loved seeing him struggle. For all his efforts, he couldn’t wiggle free. The more he struggled, the more obvious it was that he was dependent on her for his freedom. Smiling, her eyes sparkling with excitement, she stepped on the branch and his ability to thrash about was reduced to merely twisting his body. Resolutely, she finished unbuckling the belt and unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans.

Larry was whimpering “No, oh no. Please no,” as he felt her opening his jeans. His cock was straining in his jockey shorts when he felt her pull them down. He felt the cool air hit his genitals as his penis bobbed free. “Oh geeze,” was all he could say. His eyes looked up to the branches above and he ceased to struggle, conceding that she was in control.

The penis was larger than Lady Sonia had expected. She held the shorts and jeans down as far as they would go which wasn’t far considering that Larry’s leg were spread wide. With her other hand she touched the bobbing cock.

Larry said nothing, but a gasp escaped his lip at her touch. He felt his cock pulsing and he desperately wanted her to touch it again. The desire to cum was eclipsing any reason that he might have had. He felt her fingers tentatively trace his shaft as her fingers explored. He started thrusting toward her touch. She grasped his cock for a moment then released it.

He groaned. “Please, don’t stop.” He couldn’t believe he said that. He had never admitted that he masturbated to anyone. Any time the subject came up with his friends, it was joked about and scorned. He tried to rationalize that asking her to touch him wasn’t the same but he felt himself turn beet red at the thought of what might happen if she stroked him as he so desperately wanted her to.

Upon hearing his words, Lady Sonia was hit with the realization that he was enjoying this, maybe even as much than she was. She hadn’t had time to think about the implications, but, intuitively she now knew that she had the leverage of extending reward as well as the ability to punish.

Resting her hands on her hips, Lady Sonia took a step back to look at him. He started to struggle against the ropes again. His pants and shorts were pulled down just enough to expose him, he was breathing rapidly, and his cock was throbbing He saw she was looking at him and he couldn’t maintain eye contact, again averting his eyes upward in obvious embarrassment. “He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying this,” she thought to herself.

“What’s in it for me if I do as you ask?” she asked.

Larry was wanting to hide somewhere… anywhere. She was standing there with her hands on her hips just checking him out. He was aware that he was exposed and was throbbing obscenely in front of her. But he was at the stage where he would ‘do anything’ to get off.

“What do you want?” he whispered.

Lady Sonia wasn’t sure. She was surging with the excitement of having a male captive. She hadn’t dared even to fantasize that her day would turn out like this. She knew she liked playing this power game. “Agree to letting me tie you up again tomorrow.” she said finally.

He was relieved that she would request a repeat of today. It meant that she enjoyed herself enough to want a re-play and that she was less likely to let an indiscreet remark slip to his friends. He had never felt the erotic feelings that were encompassing him so strongly before. Despite the fact that he wanted to repeat this experience, he tried to make it sound like it was a sacrifice when he consented.

“OK. We can do this again,” he said with resignation in his voice.

Lady Sonia felt a rush as he ‘capitulated.’ She knew intuitively that a repeat was his desire as well. Her eyes sparkled as she decided to play out her advantage just a bit more.

“Beg me to do it,” she said quietly.

“What?”

“I said, beg me. If you don’t beg sincerely, the deal’s off.”

Larry could feel the heat in his face as he flushed with embarrassment. He barely had the courage to ask her in the first place. Now she wanted him to ask… no she wanted him too beg … for her to humiliate him.

Burning from his need, he croaked out “Please don’t stop.”

Lady Sonia reached out and playfully batted at his shaft with her finger. She giggled as she watched it springing back and forth. Lady Sonia was smirking. “I barely heard that. What exactly do you want me to do?”

He twisted in his bonds. Even he didn’t know whether he was trying to escape or arch toward her playful fingers. He couldn’t bring himself describe his need to her. Only a low moan escaped his lips.

Growing more bold, Lady Sonia snapped his shaft with her finger. Larry yelped at the unexpected sting and twisted away. Lady Sonia grabbed his shaft with her left hand stopping his twisting and she again snapped his penis, this time hitting the exposed tip.

“Ow!” he protested. “That hurts.” He tried vainly to twist out of her grasp.

“Oh really?” she mocked as she snapped the tip again. “I thought you didn’t want me to stop.”

“Geeze!” he exclaimed as he tried to pull away. He looked down as she prepared to snap him again. “Oh no. No more!”

She giggled as she snapped the sensitive tip a third time. She released her hold and smirked at him. “Now tell me. What exactly do you want me to do.”

“Let me down,” he said immediately.

With eyes sparkling, she grabbed his penis and quickly snapped the tip again. “Wrong answer,” she said.

Recoiling, Larry tried to twist away. “Stop that. Let me down!”

Still holding his penis tightly, she tenderly circled the head of his penis with her fingertip.

It took Larry a few moments to realize that she was caressing and not snapping. He soon settled down as the erotic feeling of what she was doing washed over him. “How does she know to do that?” he wondered as he felt himself stiffen even further in her grasp. He tried to pump into her grasp as her fingertip teased him.

She could feel his penis stiffen even more as she clenched his shaft. She giggled as she saw he was succumbing to her touch. She released her grip and ran her fingers over his swollen shaft. He was soon arching toward her, obviously trying to maximize contact with her hand.

Larry squirmed as Lady Sonia played with him. He could feel the need to release building with each touch and found himself thrusting in response to her teasing.

Sensing that he would be a bit more malleable now, Lady Sonia stepped back and again smirked at him. “So are you ready to tell me what you want me to do?

Larry’s face flushed with frustration and shame. He couldn’t believe that his friend’s little sister was putting him through this. His lust eclipsed his pride. “I need to feel your hand around my cock. Please, I’ve got to cum,” he gasped.

“Again,” she taunted.

“Please, please, please. I’m begging you. All I need is your touch, a squeeze, a pinch. Whatever you want to do with it. Please play with my cock!”

Feeling smug, Lady Sonia grabbed his penis and squeezed. She liked the rubbery feel of his shaft. Holding tightly, she yanked on it and heard Larry groan.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” he chanted in short breaths.

She felt him tighten as she clenched his throbbing penis. Then she loosened her grasp slightly. She heard Larry grunt and felt the pulse of semen rushing through his shaft as his orgasm started. She had heard about male orgasms but the flood of semen caught her by surprise anyway. When a little of the warm fluid hit her hand, she jumped back releasing her grip entirely.

Larry was gripping the ropes tightly as he Lady Sonia brought him to climax. His could think of nothing but the sensation in his groin. When he exploded, he felt her release her grip. He arched forward, vainly trying to regain her touch. As his semen surged, he heard himself repeating “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He hung on the ropes for a few moments, trying to regain his breath. Sanity started to return and he started being aware of how he looked and how he had behaved.

Lady Sonia stared at him, transfixed by the sight of him surrendering to his orgasm and then his recovery as his sanity started to return. She looked down at her hand where the first spurt of semen hit it. “Eeeew, yuck!” she exclaimed. She wiped her hand on Larry’s jeans. Not being satisfied, she ran off to the creek to wash her hand.

Larry was left hanging, his composure starting to return. He struggled again with the ropes, but to no avail. He was again aware of being exposed. He tried squatting then bringing his legs up while spreading his legs further to try to get his shorts to ride up and cover him. It was to no avail as the elastic caught on his testicles. If anything, he was more exposed than when he started as his testicles were now being pushed forward by the elastic.

Lady Sonia returned, her hands now clean. She looked over at Larry and giggled.

Trying to minimize his embarrassment, Larry spoke up. “It’s about time we went home. Our parents are going to wonder where we are.”

With a sigh, Lady Sonia nodded her head. “Yeah I guess we should.” She went over to where she had tied the ropes.

She looked back at Larry. He looked so helpless and docile. She wished she had a picture of him like that. She found the knots had tightened and wouldn’t yield to her efforts to loosen them.

“Uh oh. I think the knots are stuck,” she said.

Larry fought the panic that was building in him. “Try harder, Please!” He twisted as best he could to face her and watch as she struggled with the knots.

“I can’t loosen them.” The concern in her voice was real.

She walked back to him and looked at his wrists. “Your wrists are out of my reach too.”

“Can you release my ankles?” he asked trying to keep his voice calm.

Lady Sonia knelt down and tried to get the knots undone. The laces had pulled tight and she had no better luck at loosening them as she did with the ropes.

Larry looked down at the branch that held his feet apart. “Stand back, Lady Sonia. I want to try something.”

Larry grasped the ropes that held his wrists and pulled himself up. He started swinging trying to get momentum toward the tree trunk. When he felt he was lined up he thrust his legs against the trunk and the branch snapped. In his panic at being trapped, he had forgotten that he was still very exposed. He cringed as ends of the branch rebounded toward him. Though the pieces of the branch missed him, he was once again conscious of how vulnerable he was. For the first time in what seemed like hours, Larry was able to put his feet together. As soon as he did, his jeans dropped to his ankles.

Lady Sonia started laughing at him. His cock and balls were still held out by the jockey shorts as they peeked out from under his shirt. He flushed at her laughter very conscious as to how ridiculous he looked.

“Can you pull up my pants please. We have to get serious and get me untied.”

Grinning, Lady Sonia pulled the elastic of his shorts out finally freeing his testicles, then with a giggle she let the elastic snap back hitting the tip of his penis.

“Ouch!” he protested. The snap surprised him more that it stung. He was perplexed that his penis was starting to get swell again. “Can you pull my jeans up please,” he asked quickly. He was hoping to get covered before she notice his rising erection.

She noticed anyway as she pulled up his pants. With an impish smile, she pressed on his swelling penis as she zipped and buttoned his pants.

Larry stood up straight and stretched his arms. Then, with a determination fueled by desperation, he grabbed the ropes and again pulled himself off the ground. With an effort, he was able to go hand over hand to reach the overhead branch. He swung a leg over the branch impeded only slightly by the broken branch tied to his ankle. Once on the branch, he was soon able to free his wrists. His ego took a boost as he demonstrated he could free himself after all. Irrationally, in the back of his mind, he was hoping that Lady Sonia was impressed by his prowess at being able to power his way to freedom.

Actually, Lady Sonia was impressed by his strength. She had never thought of her neighbor as being particularly strong, but she had enjoyed watching his muscles ripple when he was pulling himself up. She liked the idea that she was able to control someone that strong. It made her want to repeat the experience all the more.

“Now that you’re free, I’ve got to go,” she yelled up to him. “Remember your promise. Meet me here the same time tomorrow.” She giggled, “And don’t forget the rope.” Still smiling she continued. “And you can be sure that you will be tied so you can’t do that swing and climb escape thing again.”

Larry hesitated then nodded the affirmative. He was a bit less enthusiastic about the prospect of a repeat now than he was when he was bursting to cum. “Maybe I should bring a pocket knife in case the knots jam,” he answered finally.

Lady Sonia giggled at that. “Good idea. See you tomorrow,” she called back as she trotted off.

He watched her run out of the thicket and he started wondering what he had gotten himself into. She had to know how he desperately he feared that someone would find out about what they had done. Would she use that to blackmail him? If so, what would she want of him? He was afraid to imagine.

He lowered himself to the ground and adjusted his jockey shorts that she had left half way down when she snapped the elastic. As he fastened his belt there was no denying that he was already very hard again. He knew he would be doing ‘midnight pushups’ tonight thinking about today.

He heard a sound from where Lady Sonia had departed and he looked for a place to hide. He didn’t know how he could explain the laces that still dangled from his ankles. He was relieved when he saw that it was Lady Sonia returning.

“I just though of something as I was starting for home. I don’t want you to have any more ‘accidents’ until we meet tomorrow.” Her eyes were shining and she was giggling. “Understood?”

Larry just nodded his head, “Yeah,” he said. “I understand.” With that, Lady Sonia darted off for home again.

During the next fifteen minutes it took him to undo the knotted ropes and his shoelaces he was thinking about their scene and the implications. She was going to use this encounter to her full advantage. The fact that she told him not to jack off illustrated that she knew she had power over him and was not shy about using it. He feared that this would be just the beginning.

As he headed off for home, he started thinking about how to tie knots that wouldn’t jam.

-THREE-

Larry found it hard to concentrate on anything but the promise of the next day’s adventure. He felt a lot of anxiety. He feared that Lady Sonia would be too demanding or worse, that they might be discovered. But he was constantly erect and his every thought revolved around either what had happened earlier or the promise of what might happen tomorrow. Almost absentmindedly, he would stroke his rigid shaft even though he knew it made it harder to comply with Lady Sonia’s wish that he not orgasm until their encounter.

He had a book on camping that showed a bunch of knots. After dinner, he took the ropes into his bedroom determined to figure out how the ropes could be prepared so they could tie him securely and yet Lady Sonia could release them easily. He *really* didn’t want to be stuck again .

The tautline hitch seemed to be ideal. He found he could loop it around his wrists and it would hold without getting tighter. Used in another way, it would also allow Lady Sonia to tighten the ropes without having to tie or untie knots. In addition, he found that two ropes could be securely fastened by entwining loops on the ends and using a nail to hold them in place. No matter how much tension he put on the ropes, they would hold yet it was easy to pull the nail out to release them instantly. He tied a lace on the head of each nail so they could be easily pulled.

—–

For her part, Lady Sonia returned home feeling elated. She had never dreamed that the day would turn out as it had. She felt her body respond as she relived the events of the day. She replayed Larry’s pleading over and over in her mind. He had seem so untouchable a few days ago. He would barely tolerate her when she was around. Then this happened and she had him helpless and begging for her attention.

Lady Sonia couldn’t contain her excitement. She had to share this event with someone. It was just too much to keep to herself. She saw Dan’s sister, Priscilla, watering flowers in their adjacent yard. “Hey Cilla!” she called out. “You’re never going to believe what I did today. Can you keep a secret?”

No sooner had Priscilla promised to keep the secret, Lady Sonia gave her a detailed account of the afternoon encounter with Larry. At first Priscilla was skeptical of her friend’s story but the details and consistency pretty much convinced her.

“Any chance that I can join the fun when you meet Larry tomorrow?” she asked as Lady Sonia concluded her story.

“I don’t know, Cilla.” Lady Sonia said slowly. “He might back out with two of us there and deny the whole thing happened at all.” Then after a little thought, she added, “But there is nothing he can do about it if you show up after he’s tied up.” It will be fun with the two of us ganging up on him.

“I’ll be there. I can bring my parents’ old Polaroid camera. I’d love to have a picture when you pull his pants down,” Priscilla giggled.

Lady Sonia smiled when her friend mention the camera. She thought about when wished for a camera herself earlier in the day. Now that pictures seemed likely, she would have more leverage than ever with Larry. “Good idea.” she said. “I think we can put your camera to good use.”

They were giggling and laughing uncontrollably by the time they parted. Later, both were too excited from anticipation of tomorrow’s adventure to fall asleep easily.

—–

Speaking of sleep, Larry was having problems getting to sleep that night as well. He was anxious and excited about tomorrow. Worse, he ached from the constant arousal resulting on his fixation on the events of the day. He finally rationalized that Lady Sonia wouldn’t really care if he released the tension that had plagued him all evening. Besides, there was no reason to tell her. After all there was no doubt that he would be hard and horny when he saw her again. He barely went through this rationalization before his arousal was taken care of. He was sound asleep moments later.

-FOUR-

After school, Larry went straight home to drop off his books and to pick up his pocket knife and the ropes. He also changed his under shorts. The front of them had gotten wet as a result being erect all day. He resisted the temptation to quickly give himself relief. He was hopeful that Lady Sonia would take care of it. With that in mind, he rushed to the thicket.

He wanted to get there early and assure the ropes would be set up before Lady Sonia arrived. He laid out the ropes so there would be one for each arm and leg. The ankle ropes were secured to the base of two trees. Then he looped two ropes over the branches of the trees so his wrists could be secured from them and put him in a spread eagle position. He carefully positioned the tautline hitches where Lady Sonia could easily tighten or loosen the ropes. He checked and rechecked that his nail/loop system would release easily when the lace on nail was pulled. For good measure, he stuck the pocket knife into one of the trees so it would be readily available.

The irony that he was setting up the ropes for his own immobilization was not lost on him. He didn’t need to think about his incentive to do so. He again had moist shorts from the anticipation.

Lady Sonia arrived just as he was finishing. She was wearing sneakers, shorts, and a blouse. He had never paid much attention to her before, but he now was looking at her in another light than ‘kid sister.’ She carried herself differently than she had before yesterday. She was more self assured… and she was really quite cute.

He felt ill at ease as she approached. He wasn’t sure how to act. He had been the neighborhood ‘top dog’ forever it seemed. Now it didn’t seem right that he would let her humiliate him again despite how erotic he found it.

“Hi Larry,” she called as she approached. She looked around at the ropes that he had strung about. “Looks like you’re ready.”

She looked pointedly at him. She could sense his hesitancy from the look in his eyes. She let her eyes drop, pausing momentarily to take in the incriminating bulge in his pants and finally focusing on his shoes. “I thought I told you that I want your shoes off when we are here. You look like you are about to run off.”

He was beginning to have second thoughts. Being tied up one time could be written off as anomaly, just a childish misadventure. If they repeated yesterday’s game, he knew that she would be in control of his life forever, at least until he graduated and moved away anyway. “Running off might be the right thing to do,” he said quietly, more to himself than to her.

With a deep breath he removed his sneakers. Knowing that he would be crossing the creek, he had left his socks home this time. He handed her the shoes and again felt an erotic surge. Somehow he felt that giving her possession of his shoes he was symbolically surrendering his control.

Shaking himself, he pointed out the workings of the ropes and the hitches. He took great pains to make sure she understood the quick release feature of the ropes and that she knew where the pocket knife was lodged.

Lady Sonia she felt in control of the situation and had little hesitancy in getting started. As Larry literally showed her the ropes, Lady Sonia grew even more self confident. She was looking forward with sharing her prize with Priscilla.

“I understand the ropes and knots well enough,” she said as Larry was concluding. She took a deep breath. “Well here goes,” she thought to herself, then aloud to Larry she quietly said. “Take off your shirt.”

Considering the last time they were here, Larry was not surprised that she would want him to strip down. Still he was reluctant to remove his clothes. Again, he thought about calling an end to this game and just leave. He looked over at Lady Sonia. “Dang, she’s cute,” he thought and he felt himself get harder. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped out of it.

Lady Sonia was smiling that smirky smile she had. He barely heard her say, “And the pants.”

He was slower to respond to this command. He had a good build and felt some pride in displaying his torso. But he was extremely uncomfortable with removing his pants. He was self conscious about his obvious erection under the damning wet spot in the front of his jockey shorts. He was flushing bright red as he stepped out of his pants. He immediately bent over and picked up his pants and shirt. He started to fold them using the action to try to delay fully exposing his moist and bulging shorts.

Lady Sonia was enjoying watching him squirm under her gaze. The state of his shorts was not lost on her. After yesterday, she knew more what to expect and a warm feeling of anticipation flooded her senses. She pointed to a nearby rock. “Just put them there,” she said finally.

Lady Sonia then picked up the end of one of the ropes Larry had prepared and slipped it over his wrist and snugly tightened the loop. She took his other arm and pulled him to the other rope and secured his other wrist. She wasted little time putting his ankles in the loops of the other two ropes. With Larry now bound, she stepped back to look at him.

Larry flushed even brighter as he felt her gaze sweep over him. He felt relieved that she didn’t insist that he remove his jockey shorts. There was a lot of slack in the ropes allowing him a fair amount of movement. As he shuffled about he found the loose constraints were effective in being able to hold him. As he pulled, twisted, and otherwise tested the bonds, an erotic feeling of helplessness washed over him.

Lady Sonia watched him struggle for a while and then proceeded to adjust the hitches to remove the slack of the arm ropes then the leg ropes.

As Larry felt the ropes tighten, a sense of fear surfaced. The feeling of helplessness was now constant as he felt the bondage transition from him pulling on the ropes to where the ropes were now pulling on him. He groaned when he felt Lady Sonia tighten the leg ropes. His struggles against the ropes ceased as he struggled to maintain his balance. “Please, that’s tight enough,” he pleaded to Lady Sonia when he was stretched into a full spread eagle position and it seemed like she was going to tighten the ropes even more.

Smiling impishly, Lady Sonia looked over from where she was adjusting the ropes. She liked seeing Larry strung out like that. He looked sooo vulnerable. She trotted on over in front of him, her eyes sparkling. She zigzagged her finger over his exposed chest, laughing as he wiggled from the ticklish sensations. “You look so great like this,” she said. “I love this game!!” Then grabbing one of his sneakers, she ran toward the creek. “Don’t go away,” she taunted. “I’ll be right back.”

Priscilla had waited for several minutes after she had seen Lady Sonia enter the thicket.

She had not seen Larry enter and didn’t want to scare him off by coming in too soon. She waited impatiently for Nancy to signal her that she could join them. It seemed forever until she saw her friend come out of the thicket and wave to her.

Lady Sonia waved for her friend to come then filled the sneaker with water. Running back, she dashed behind Larry and poured the water on his back.

Larry gasped as the cold water hit him. “Whoa! That’s cold,” he protested.

Lady Sonia was laughing. “It looked like you could use a little cooling down,” she said. Then coming around in front of him she pointedly looked down at his bulging shorts. It looks like I should have splashed this side of you.” She reached out and pulled the elastic on his shorts away from him then releasing it so it snapped back on the tip of his throbbing penis. She pressed her hand firmly against his throbbing shaft as she adjusted the shorts so they once again completely covered it.

Larry yelped at the snap and then groaned in pleasure as Lady Sonia’s hand pressed against him. He was ready for the game to progress. This is where Lady Sonia would play with his penis until he shot his load. He expected it to be a humbling experience again, but the erotic excitement and the anticipated monumental orgasm that would follow eclipsed any embarrassment he might feel. From yesterday’s encounter, he knew that she liked him to beg so he proceeded to do so without any encouragement from her. “Please don’t stop,” he begged. “Please rub my cock.” He twisted his body trying to entice her hand to return to his crotch.

Then he heard footsteps in the thicket. His blood ran cold as the fear of being discovered overwhelmed him. “Lady Sonia! Someone’s coming. Quick, pull the nails out”

Nancy looked over where the sound was coming from. From her vantage point she could see Priscilla coming. She looked over at Larry. His eyes were wide open and he was white. She couldn’t resist teasing him a bit. “Oh I think you are imagining it. You know that no one comes this way.

Larry pulled at the ropes, twisting and thrashing as much as he could. “Quick! Pull the nails out now! Pleeeeease!!” he cried as tears were starting to blur his vision.

Priscilla could hear Larry pleading with Lady Sonia as she stepped into view. “Well what do we have here?” she exclaimed. Though she knew what to expect, the sight of Larry strung up took her breath away. She felt a sudden erotic surge flow through her at the sight. “Wow,” was all she could say to Lady Sonia as she tried to catch her breath.

Lady Sonia made a theatrically gesture toward the helpless boy. “There he is in all his glory,” she said dramatically. “Ready for anything we wish to do.” She was grinning as she watched her friend look Larry over. She felt like a proud huntress that was showing off her catch, which was pretty much the case.

Larry stopped struggling now that he was discovered. He moaned under his breath. He wanted to hide. Obviously that was not an option. He had been attracted to Priscilla for the last year. Irrationally, the thought passed through his mind that now she would never consider dating him. He averted his eyes, looking up at the tree branches above.

The two girls giggled a bit as Lady Sonia continued to show off her prize. She walked over to Larry and grazed his ribs with her fingers. Despite his efforts to will himself dead, his body twitched from the tickling sensations her fingers imparted. “Notice how ticklish he is,” she continued theatrically. Her hand then pressed on his penis. “He especially like to be touched here,” she continued. Then with a giggle she added, “but you have to be careful or he gets messy.”

Larry kept his eyes averted. He felt foolish when he jumped from Lady Sonia’s tickle in front of Priscilla. He was mortified when Lady Sonia rubbed his shorts. His penis which had started to deflate when he feared discovery took on new life as she touched it. He knew both girls noticed the reaction. He heard Priscilla rustling around and glanced down. He felt himself grow cold when he saw that she was pulling a camera out of the bag she carried.

With growing excitement, Priscilla watched him struggle. “I have to get a picture of this,” she said to no one in particular. With eyes sparkling and a huge smile that wouldn’t go away, she planted herself in front of Larry to take the picture.

Larry was looking at Priscilla with growing dismay. “No. No pictures!” He struggled violently against the ropes. He felt his knees weaken and the ropes pulled at his arms. The sound of the camera when she took the picture might as well have been a gunshot as from his reaction. He couldn’t stop himself from whimpering as the camera produced his picture. Too much had happened in the last five minutes. He felt publicly exposed. It was bad enough when Lady Sonia had him tied and turned on. He felt ashamed that Priscilla would see him like this. Now they had a picture. He had no idea what they would do with it.

“I want a picture of him losing those shorts,” Priscilla said to Lady Sonia.

“No problem,” her friend responded. With that, Lady Sonia removed the knife from the tree and crossed over to Larry. “I hope your knife is sharp,” she said. Then with a giggle, she continued, “you better hold still.”

In fact, Larry had made sure the knife was sharp as he wanted it to be able cut the ropes easily if that became necessary. Lady Sonia carefully slipped the blade under one side of his shorts and cut up and through the elastic waistband.

Larry did heed Lady Sonia’s advice and ceased to struggle as she cut away his shorts. He heard Priscilla’s camera record the event and he just sagged against the ropes in surrender as he felt the remains of his shorts slide down his leg to rest on his ankle.

Lady Sonia stepped back and surveyed the naked boy. “He looks a bit droopy,” she said to her friend indicating his drooping penis.

As he heard Lady Sonia’s remark, Larry thoughts revolved around his situation. He was helpless and being mocked by the two girls. With heightened senses, he shyly looked at them and appreciated how cute Lady Sonia was and how pretty Priscilla was. He pulled at the ropes and felt almost reassured at the resistance they offered. He felt his penis grow as they watched. He surrendered to the erotic sensation of being at their mercy.

Priscilla noticed the anatomical change and commented to Lady Sonia, “I think he likes us.” Then to Larry, “smile!” and she took another picture to record him at ‘attention.’

Putting down the camera, Priscilla walked up to Larry. “Lets see if I can get it to droop again.” With that, she reached out and grabbed and pinched his nipple. She laughed when he yelped and she gave it a little twist before releasing him. She stepped back, looking down to see if the effect, if any, it had on him.

Larry felt a sharp pain as Priscilla grabbed his nipple. The pain surprised him as he yelped, but he felt an erotic surge from the stimulus and he felt penis stiffen even more. He moaned as he felt his need build.

Priscilla noticed his reaction and moved closer to him. She sensuously ran her palms up his stomach muscles to his pecs. She pressed her body against him hard enough to feel his engorged organ through her skirt. Then she grabbed and twisted both nipples of her helpless victim.

Larry moaned again when he felt Priscilla’s hands caressing his body. He felt his need intensify almost unbearably when she pressed against his erection. He arched toward her when she twisted his nipples. He was beyond caring about the pain she inflicted. When she drew back this time, he was twisting with lust. His penis was throbbing with precum seeping from its tip. He was starting to notice that Priscilla was not as tentative as Lady Sonia.

Lady Sonia watched her friend tease Larry and noticed the effect Priscilla she was having on him. “It appears that he likes what you’re doing, Cilla” she said. You definitely aren’t making him droopy… drippy, maybe, but not droopy.” She giggled at her own little joke.

“Lets see if this will make him droop,” she continued.

With that, she used the knife to cut a very thin branch from a sapling. It was very thin, maybe an eighth of an inch in diameter. Quickly trimming the leaves off she swished it through the air to make it whistle and let Larry know what was in store for him. Then she started slapping his thigh with it whipping the twig back and forth.

Though he was warned by Lady Sonia’s warm-up swings, the onslaught of stinging took Larry by surprise. “Ouch. Ow ow ow ow,” he protested. He started to dance trying to keep his genitals from taking a stray blow. He continued dancing as Lady Sonia worked her way around to his buttocks. Somewhere, in the middle of the onslaught, Larry was aware that Priscilla had again used the camera, but he was to preoccupied to worry much about it. He was aware of his penis dancing and bobbing more than he was. By the time Lady Sonia was finished, the girls were laughing at his vain attempts to get away from her little switch.

Larry welcomed the respite when she finally finished. He could feel the stings burning where she had attacked him. He looked over at the girls who were still laughing and giggling. Still feeling the stings from Lady Sonia’s switch, he felt an erotic rush as he watched them. He had never seen any girls more beautiful than they were. He was feeling lucky to be in the power of beings as magnificent as these. His penis was throbbing, begging for attention.

The girls walked over to where Larry was hanging in his ropes. They observed his obvious state of arousal. Priscilla grinned and pressed up against him again. Sliding against him, she let her hand trail over his penis. As she pressed her breasts against him, she gently lifted his testicles, feeling their weight. Her thumb teased the under side of his penis.

Larry was read to cum. He moaned and tried to arch into her hand but she pulled away before he could press into her. “Please, let me cum,” he begged.

Priscilla picked up her camera. “I want a picture of him when he does it,” she said to Lady Sonia. “Show me what you did to him yesterday.”

Lady Sonia slipped around behind Larry. She pulled him close to her. She started toying with him. Tracing circles then rubbing and stroking his shaft, she soon had him throbbing anxious for release. Sensing that he was getting close, Lady Sonia cautioned him. “Don’t lose control too soon, Priscilla has to get in position to record the event on film.”

Larry was appalled by the fact that they wanted a picture. He knew that any protest from him was futile and didn’t object. Truth to tell, he was so aroused there was no way he would resist cumming for their photo shoot. He could feel Lady Sonia’s fingers tease him as he watched Priscilla move into position for her picture. Lady Sonia paused for a moment and said to Priscilla, “I wouldn’t stand right in front of him when you take your picture if I were you.”

Priscilla giggled as she move aside slightly, “Good point Lady Sonia.”

Lady Sonia snapped his swollen shaft with her finger. She giggled when he gasped in surprise. She snapped him again, this time hitting the sensitive tip of his penis. “I haven’t heard you beg me to play with your cock. You know how I like to hear you beg.” She grinned over at Priscilla.

Larry penis was throbbing. He moaned with frustration. He was all primed to go and now she wanted to play mind games with him. He flushed as he was aware of Priscilla right in front of him. He felt more humiliated than ever having to beg in front of Priscilla. He whimpered in frustration and finally gasped, “Please let me cum.” He felt his ears redden as saw Priscilla giggling at him. He dropped his eyes. “Lady Sonia, I need your touch. Please let me come.”

Playfully, Lady Sonia jiggled his rigid shaft, stroked it lightly, and then left it bobbing by itself. “You can beg better than that for me.”

Groaning in frustration, Larry let go of any semblance of pride. “Please, please, please let me come. I’ve been aching for release all day.” Lady Sonia’s body was still pressing against his back. He could feel her giggling as well has hear her. “Please rub my cock,” he continued as he tried to remember exactly what he said yesterday that finally got her to finish him off.

Still giggling, Lady Sonia looked over at her friend. “See how nice he begs. He’s desperate because he hasn’t had an orgasm since the last time he begged me.” Turning her head so she was talking in Larry’s ear. “Isn’t that right, Larry?” she asked.

The question took Larry by surprise. He suddenly recalled that he had masturbated last night. Suddenly, it seemed deathly still as he paused before answering. Lady Sonia pulled away from him. He felt the cool air hit his back.

“You did it last night, didn’t you?,” Lady Sonia accused. She circled around in front of him looking straight into his eyes. “You promised you wouldn’t and you did!”

Larry tried in vain to think of how to voice a convincing denial but he couldn’t avoid looking into her eyes and he knew that she would see through any fabrication. He finally blurted a confession. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It just happened. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Well I’m through playing with you today,” She said. “From now on you must get permission from Cilla or me before you may cum. Don’t try to cheat. We’ll know if you’re lying.” She punctuated her statement by pulling the quick release nails on the ropes that held his arms. Larry’s arms came down immediately and he flexed them to restore full circulation.

Larry couldn’t believe his ears. His penis was still throbbing in anticipation. He needed release desperately. Now, not only was Lady Sonia not going to jerk him off, he was forbidden to cum without the girls’ permission. He had been erect all day in anticipation of this encounter. The resulting ache had been increasing steadily all day.

Still miffed, Lady Sonia went behind him and gave him a shove. She watched him try to maintain his balance with his legs still pulled apart by the ankle ropes. She nudged him again. He started to fall and had to catch himself with outstretched hands to keep from landing on his face. It left him in an awkward position with his buttocks in the air. He quickly bent his legs and dropped to his knees. His legs were still spread wide, but at least some of the tension was relieved. He found himself on his hands and knees at Priscilla’s feet.

“What am I doing here?” Larry asked himself. His eyes focused on Priscilla’s shoes as his thoughts closed in on him. “In two short days my life has turned upside down. I’m naked on my hands and knees at the feet of the neighborhood girls. I have to rely on them to release the ankle cords for me to get up. I ache from being so horny. They may or may not let me take care of that.” While Larry thoughts rushed through his head, his gaze never wavered from Priscilla’s feet. He let out a soft whimper as the realization hit him that he liked being at the feet of the girls.

Priscilla looked down on her neighbor. She wondered idly what was going through his mind during those brief silent moments. When she heard him whimper, she knew intuitively that he had surrendered to them. She smiled and looked over at Lady Sonia. Lady Sonia’s eyes were sparkling and she nodded back. Lady Sonia had also heard the whimper and deduced the significance. They would not need ropes or the threat of blackmail pictures to control him. He was theirs regardless.

“Look up at me,” Priscilla finally said.

Priscilla was standing close to him and from his awkward position with his hands on the ground, Larry had to strain to raise his eyes to her face. She looked so beautiful… and so dominant.

Lady Sonia came into Larry’s view as she joined Priscilla . She seemed a lot more mature. “Maybe it’s my viewing perspective,” Larry thought to himself. “And she’s so darn cute, it’s maddening!” Out loud, Larry said nothing. His one whimper had spoke volumes

Priscilla turned to Lady Sonia, her eyes shining. “I think he should be punished for his ‘indiscretion’ last night. A thicker sapling than the one you were playing with earlier is in order.” Lady Sonia agreed and the girls went off to select their instrument or torture leaving Larry to his thoughts. He knew what Priscilla had in mind and he shuddered. It seemed forever until the girls returned with a suitable switch, flexible and twice the size as the one Lady Sonia played with earlier. He raised his head to look at them as they approached. He knew nothing he could say would save him. He tried to be stoic, but his wide eyed expression gave him away. They both giggled when they saw his eyes pleading with them.

“We’ll let you off easy this time,” said Priscilla. “Just two swats from each of us.”

Lady Sonia giggled. “Okay, Larry. Get off your knees and just stay bent over. I get the first strike.” She swished the switch as she had done with the smaller switch earlier. The sound was deeper, much more ominous. She enjoyed watching Larry wince from the sound. She loved being able to intimidate him.

Larry struggled off his knees. He legs still held apart by the ropes, he rested a good amount of his weight on his hands. He would have felt foolish except the dread he felt overrode that emotion.

Playfully, Lady Sonia brushed the switch against his exposed and aching testicles. Larry gasped and cried out, “No!” Quickly, he lifted one of his hands to protect his genitals. Now, he did feel foolish, bent over in an awkward three point stance with his remaining hand grabbing his crotch. He groaned inwardly as he heard Priscilla take another picture.

He saw the blow coming from the corner of his eye. He gritted his teeth as Lady Sonia’s blow struck him. The sting hurt worse that he thought it would. He felt his eyes start to tear. It took all his will power not to cry out.

Lady Sonia handed the switch to Priscilla. Priscilla had always wanted to thrash someone. Until now it had been just an idle fantasy. Now she would finally get her chance.

Larry shuddered when he saw the gleam in Priscilla’s eye. He closed his eyes and he didn’t dare remove his hand from protecting his genitals. He heard the whistle of the switch just as the pain exploded into his body. “AHHH!!” he cried out as he released his protective grip and crumpled to his knees. Trying to catch his breath, he pleaded, “Enough please. That really hurts.”

Lady Sonia had seen that the her first blow was not nearly as effective as Priscilla’s. Determined to make her second stroke leave a lasting impression, Lady Sonia ignored Larry’s pleas and took the switch from Priscilla. She whipped it around a couple of times and Larry started whimpering.

“Enough of that. You know you’ve got this coming, Get off your knees. You know the position..” Lady Sonia watched as Larry trembled and assumed his position. He didn’t neglect to cover himself she noted. She tapped his buttocks lightly a few times just to watch him flinch as he awaited the real blow. She felt a erotic rush as she watched him squirm helplessly. She swung her second blow with much more force than the first.

“YEOW!!”, Yelled Larry. Lady Sonia’s blow wasn’t as hard as Priscilla’s, but it hurt more, considering how sensitive his rear had become. Again he crumpled to the ground. By now he was sobbing. “Please, please no more. I promise to do as you say. I won’t jerk off with out permission.” He looked up with blurry eyes to see Priscilla take the switch from Lady Sonia. He knew Priscilla would hit harder this time. She seemed to really enjoy punishing him. His buttocks were an fire and couldn’t stand the thought taking another blow.

Priscilla watched Larry squirming and begging. She got an erotic rush just thinking about delivering the final blow. But she had doubts. She wasn’t sure how real his distress really was. She circled in front of him and looked down on him.

Larry saw Priscilla’s feet in front of him. He leaned forward, prostrating himself before her. He was close enough to put his lips to her shoes. He started kissing them and her bare ankles. Priscilla was initially surprised by his actions, but she love the feel of him humbling himself before her.

Larry was in a panic. He didn’t think he could take another swat, especially as hard as Priscilla hit. When she didn’t back away, he shamelessly started passionately kissing her feet. Still sobbing, he continued begging through his kisses, “Please no more. I can’t take more. Please, please, please have mercy on me.” It sounded trite in his ears but he had to say something to keep her from swinging dreaded switch again.

Finally Priscilla stopped him. “Okay, enough of that. Get up on your knees and beg like a dog.”

Feeling a glimmer of hope, Larry quickly complied. Resting on his knees, he straightened up a put his hands up like the paws of a puppy. His legs were still held wide apart and his genitals were again exposed. “Please don’t hit me any more, please.”

Priscilla sighed, “Okay, I’ll hold off for today… We’ll make up for it next time.”

At her words, he felt a rush of relief. “Thank you. You really don’t know how bad that switch hurts,” he said as he started breathing again. He continued kneeling with his hands still raised. He started feeling foolish again but he was afraid to break position without direction from one of the girls. He flushed as he felt his erection returning. He could tell Priscilla was watching his penis grow and he turned an even deeper shade of red under her gaze. And once again, he heard the camera as Lady Sonia decided it was a good pose for posterity.

Priscilla batted at the swelling shaft with the toe of her shoe. “Well it seems that we haven’t dissuaded this guy from staying interested.” Then she started to rub his eager shaft with her foot. Larry moaned from frustration as she teased him. She noticed his small thrusts meeting the strokes of her foot. “It looks like you still want a little action down there.”

Larry groaned inwardly. He suspected where this was going to lead. He waited for her to speak hoping his guess about her intentions was wrong.

Priscilla continued to toy with his now throbbing shaft with her foot. “You know that you are not allowed to cum until we finish your punishment for your last transgression,” she said firmly. Pausing for a moment, she continued, “Considering my schedule we won’t be able to do this again for at least a week.”

Larry knew that he would live in dread for that week knowing that he still had a stroke coming, but at least his buns wouldn’t be so sensitive. That thought was pushed aside as his mind became increasingly aware of his throbbing penis and the resulting case of blue balls.

Her foot continued to tease his shaft. Priscilla laughed wickedly, “And you really don’t want the consequences if you have an accident during that week.”

Larry groaned. But he allowed her to tease him as her foot brought him closer to the brink. Actually, ‘allowed’ isn’t the right word. He didn’t have too much choice. But he didn’t make an effort to resist her teases either.

“I can’t last a week,” he said in a low voice. He knew where she was leading him and he didn’t have the will to resist her.

“A week will be over before you know it,” Priscilla said cheerily as she looked down on his kneeling form.

“I need to cum,” he said. “Please I can’t last a week.”

“Well, you know I won’t even consider giving permission until you’ve paid your price for your last accident,” she said mockingly. She continued brushing his shaft with her foot.

He knew what was required. He was still on his knees, hands in ‘puppy paw’ position from when he begged her not to hit him. His rear was still on fire and that seemed only to intensify his erection. He arched toward her teasing foot. “Dang,” he thought. “I’m just a puppet with one fat throbbing string that she controls very effectively.” With a sigh, he capitulated. “Please, Priscilla. Please deliver the last stroke.”

She looked at him. “Are you sure?” She pressed her foot hard against his shaft.

He thought he might lose it there. For the first time, he withdrew from her foot as much as he could. “Yes, yes. Please. Deliver the stroke.” Then sobbing from frustration he added in a hoarse whisper, “I can’t wait a week.”

Grinning, Priscilla grabbed the switch and slapped it against her hand. “Very well. Assume the position.”

Larry started to shake. He couldn’t believe he had begged to be hit again. He looked up at her face, his eyes pleading. Slowly, he lowered his hands to the ground. He bowed his head in surrender as he struggled to straighten his legs. His buns were on fire and he moaned from the pain as the skin tightened. He felt ashamed that he couldn’t control his shaking and he whimpered softly as he brought up a hand to protect his genitals.

Priscilla felt an erotic rush as she had never experienced before. As she looked down on her neighbor, she could see him tremble. His pleading eyes left no doubt that he didn’t want any more punishment, yet he was offering himself to her. She felt herself get moist as watched him position himself.

Looking over at her friend, Priscilla saw Lady Sonia smiling. Both girls were surprised by Larry’s choice of accepting physical punishment for the chance of orgasmic release. This not only gave them an indication of leverage they possessed in the administration of punishment and the granting of reward but, more importantly, Larry’s trembling body was a graphic demonstration of acknowledging his acceptance of their control. He would not have submitted to the final swat if he anticipated breaking his promise of obtaining their permission in order to orgasm.

Priscilla walked slowly and deliberately around Larry. She savored his obvious fear and wanted the moment to last. Finally she positioned herself and held nothing back as she delivered the blow.

Larry couldn’t control his trembling as he held his position. It seemed an eternity before Priscilla walked around him. As he waited, still clutching his genitals, he thought about his situation. He was chagrined that his penis was still hard. Suddenly, blinding pain encompassed him. Involuntarily, he screamed as he fell to his knees and forearms. He buried his head on his forearms, sobbing as his body shuddered from waves of pain he felt.

He didn’t hear the girls walk around him until they stepped right in front of him. He lifted his head just enough see their feet through his tear filled eyes. He pulled himself forward and started kissing their shoes. He didn’t know why, it just felt right.

The girls were a bit apprehensive when they saw Larry collapse after the blow. Concerned, they walked around the sobbing form hoping that he was all right. Both were surprised and felt relief when he started kissing their shoes. Priscilla finally broke the spell and reached down and grabbed Larry’s hair, pulling his head up. “Up on your knees,” she said quietly.

Larry looked up at the two girls as he rose up on his knees. Even through his pain, he couldn’t help but admire the girls as he looked up to see them looking down at him. They looked especially beautiful from this angle. The ankle ropes still kept his feet and knees apart. He was aware that his genitals were exposed and his penis was throbbing and bobbing. He felt the urge to cover himself with his hands but he allowed his hands to drop to his sides instead.

Lady Sonia watched as Larry rose up on his knees. She liked the way he just knelt there with his arms at his sides as if on display. For a few moments she just watched as his penis throbbed with a life of its own in stark contrast to defeated boy it was attached to. “Okay, you can jerk off now Larry,” she said finally.

Larry had hoped that the girls would bring him to orgasm. He flushed as he thought about masturbating in front of them. He hesitated. Devoid of pride, he swallowed hard. “Thank you Lady Sonia,” he said. With that, balancing on his knees, he reached for his penis with both hands. Only a couple of strokes were needed to set him off. As he started to cum, he heard the girls giggling and the now familiar sound of the camera.

-FIVE-

After he had cum, Larry just sagged on his knees. His rapid breathing was just beginning to slow as Priscilla came over and released the ankle ropes. Inexplicably, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed herself as she glanced over at Larry’s spent form. “He looks so beaten,” she said to herself. She flushed a bit as she thought about the power she felt over him as he humiliated himself. Looking over at Lady Sonia, she was rewarded with a wink from her friend. Then looking over at Larry, she said “Now remember, Larry. No further release unless Lady Sonia or I say you may.”

Larry couldn’t bring himself to look at the girls. He stayed where he was, head down, and just nodded in response to Priscilla’s words. His mind was in turmoil as the flush of orgasm faded. He felt ashamed of his actions and responses. The last time, with just Lady Sonia, he was able to salvage some pride by freeing himself and show off a bit of his prowess while doing it. To make things worse, he had a crush on Priscilla and had been working up his nerve to ask her out. Now, after today, she would never see him as a possible date or boyfriend.

Lady Sonia sensed the sudden awkwardness. She may have been the youngest there but she had a pretty good idea how things stood. She and Priscilla had often talked about the possibility of dating their neighbors. She knew that Priscilla had been hoping that Larry would take an interest in her. Lady Sonia suddenly felt a pang of guilt as she feared that the games with Larry may have changed the nature of any possible relationship that might develop.

“It’s getting late,” Lady Sonia said as she looked at her watch. The words sounded loud as they cut through the awkward silence.

“Yeah,” we should be going responded Priscilla. “I’ll go back with you.” Then turning to Larry, “We’ll see you soon, Larry. Don’t forget to take the ropes with you. We will be needing them again.” She watched him nod to her words. His eyes still unable to meet hers. She wanted to ask if he was okay, but didn’t want to appear weak. She liked the feeling that she felt when she and Lady Sonia were tormenting him. She struggled to sort out her own emotions as she turned to join Lady Sonia to go home.

As the girls walked, they were initially quiet for a few minutes. Then they started to recap what they had done to Larry.

“You should have seen his face when you hit him the first time, Cilla, ” Lady Sonia said with a giggle. “I don’t think he expected it to hurt so much.”

Priscilla laughed. “Oh yeah. But then he finally begged for another swat. Can you believe that? He was begging like a puppy… and I know he didn’t really want it. I guess it’s true that a guy will do anything for a chance to cum.”

Lady Sonia was grinning as she visualized Larry in his puppy pose… begging for mercy then begging for relief. “I’ve always wanted to get the boys on this block to respect me and not think of me as a kid.” Then laughing she continued, “I guess I don’t have to yearn for that now, at least with Larry.”

Priscilla started laughing too as she reflected on the events of just a few minutes ago. “No, I think not.”

Sobering slightly, Lady Sonia looked over at her friend. “I know you kinda like Larry. I hope this doesn’t ruin things between you two.”

Shaking her head, Priscilla looked over at Lady Sonia. “No, I don’t think it will hurt. I love the feeling of having such control over him. If I could pull it off, I think I would put a leash on him and have him at my feet forever.”

“I don’t think I’ll be so lucky with your brother,” Lady Sonia said without thinking. She turned red as the words left her. She had hinted about liking Dan before, but never expressed it out loud before.

Priscilla looked over at her. “I can’t imagine Dan ever doing what Larry did. But I do know that he likes you. He tries to hide it, but I can tell. And he’s noticed that you’re developing a figure.”

Lady Sonia perked up. “Really?” She exclaimed as she unconsciously walked taller, thrusting her chest forward. “I’d love to go out with him. It’s just that I’ve always been just the pesky little neighborhood sister for so long, I didn’t think he’d ever notice me.”

By this time the girls arrived at Priscilla’s house. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Lady Sonia,” said Priscilla as she turned up the walkway. “I can’t wait to see what else we can get Larry to do.” She flushed a bit as she thought how he looked when they had left him and her mind already was formulating some ideas for their next encounter.

“Okay,” responded Lady Sonia. She tried to look into Priscilla’s house to see if she could get a glimpse of Dan… and to see if Dan was looking out watching her. Failing to see him, she turned and went to her house next door.

Meanwhile, Larry was contemplating what had happened to him. His mind was whirling now that it was free of being obsessed with cumming. “At least I’m not spending an hour untangling jammed knots,” he thought to himself. He took a perverse pride that his ropes worked perfectly, even if it was at his own detriment.

He had felt embarrassed as he heard the girls laughter was they went on their way toward home then felt depression set in as he packed up the items and headed home. He just knew he had blown any chance of ever getting a date with Priscilla. Now she would never go out with him. “I can’t believe I did that,” he kept mumbling to himself as he trudged home… every step causing him to feel the results of the swats he had just received.

When he got home, he threw himself onto his bed on his stomach, his face buried into his pillow. He didn’t move as his buns were very sensitive to any movement. When he had to go to dinner, his parents noticed that he was quiet. “I’ve got a test that I’m sweating tomorrow is all,” was the explanation he offered when they asked him about it. When he left the dinner table he returned to his room, still depressed.

He couldn’t get the image of what he must have looked like to Priscilla out of his mind. “Geeze, she’s never going to date me now. She’s so pretty and popular, she always has guys asking her out.” He knew that she could go out with any jock in High School despite being just a freshman. He tried to think of ways to explain away his submission that afternoon. There should be something he could say that would set things right. He fell asleep on top of his bed, his face buried in his pillow, his mind still whirling as he tried to accept they way things had gone.

-SIX-

When Larry finally got up the next day after a night of fitful sleep, he resolved to try to explain away the events of the previous days and hope the girls would let it slide and things would go back to haw they were before.

All day he formulated excuses and justifications and how he would say them: How he agreed to his submission because he wanted to be fair to Lady Sonia. How he was just playing along to make them happy. How he endured the swats to show his ability to withstand pain. How he did what he did because he kept his promises. How things were now even so they could go back to normal.

The fact that, other than general ideas, he couldn’t think of exactly what to say didn’t dampen his resolve to try to set things straight. But he never could get away from the fact that no matter how gingerly he sat during his classes he had a painful reminder of the swats he endured the previous day. He was even more disconcerted that every time he winced from the welts on his buns, he thought about himself at the girls’ feet and just that thought was enough to keep him hard throughout the day.

By the time classes were over, he was concerned that the front of his pants might show the moisture produced from his thoughts during the day. He dashed home straight from class. He took a shower and was careful not to let hot water hit his butt. His cock remained rigid throughout. He put on fresh underwear but he knew that precum was going to wet them almost as quickly as he put them on. Finally he wadded some tissue and wedged it against the leaky tip to protect his shorts from the incriminating moisture.

He knew that today Priscilla was home alone. Her brother had activities that afternoon that would keep him away until later and both of her parents worked. None the less, he grabbed the basket ball and proceeded over to her house. Looking for Dan to play basket ball with was the excuse he decided to use in order to see Priscilla. The fact that this excuse was obviously transparent didn’t occur to him as he rushed out the door.

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For her part, Priscilla was in a giddy mood all day at school. She replayed the events of the previous day over and over in her mind. She found herself getting excited at the thought of Larry helpless and humiliated at her feet. She thought about the remark she made to Lady Sonia about having Larry on a leash at her feet. She dwelled on that thought for most of the day.

When she arrived home, she started pacing around the house. She knew Larry was home but wasn’t sure how to get him to come over. She didn’t want to seem too anxious to seem him, but she did want to play some power games with him… and she had the house to herself.

She was debating about calling him. “No, that will never do,” she said to herself. “I don’t want to seem too eager.” She found herself pacing again… circling the phone. “Maybe he will call me,” she thought. She finally decided to call him anyway. As she contemplated what to say to bring him over, she heard a basket ball bouncing up the walk way. She held her breath when the ball stopped bouncing. Even before she peeked through the peephole, she knew it was Larry and she knew the ball was his lame excuse for coming over.

She waited for the doorbell to ring. Everything was quiet… too quiet. She peeked again through the peep hole and saw Larry starting to ring the bell, then he lowered his hand as he turned away. He took a step and turned back to the door. His eyes fixed on the doorbell as his hand crept toward it then fell back as his nerve gave out.

Priscilla giggled to herself. “He’s more nervous than I am,” she thought to herself. Suddenly she felt confident and self assured. She was in control of the situation and Larry was the one unsure. Unable to suppress a grin of triumph, she flung open the door. “Well Larry, are you going to stand out there all day. Get in here.”

Larry jumped a foot when the door burst open. He looked at Priscilla and fell in love. She wasn’t wearing anything particularly sexy but she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her smile, coupled with mischievous eyes, had captivated his heart in an instant. He felt himself go from semi-hard to rigid as he complied and stepped into her house. “Um, I was wondering if Dan could play basket ball,” he said lamely as he held the ball to cover his bulging pants.

Priscilla knocked the ball to the floor and looked directly at his pants. “Don’t give me that, Larry. We both know you came over here to see me,” she said as she closed the door behind him.

“Um… Well, Yeah… ah,” Larry stammered as he tried to recollect what it was he was going to say to Priscilla. “I… um… wanted to explain about what happened yester…”

“Drop your pants and shorts,” Priscilla interrupted in a calm confident voice.

Flushing brightly, he hesitated only a moment and complied to her command. He couldn’t believe that she would be so quick to take control… or so bold. All the things he had prepared to say to her vanished from his mind. They weren’t relevant anyway as his pants and shorts fell to his ankles. He resisted the urge to cover himself as his eager shaft poked out from his dangling shirt tails.

They both just stood there for a few moments. This had progressed faster than either had anticipated. Priscilla hadn’t planned on having him strip as soon as he came in, but gave the command on impulse. Her mind raced as she tried to keep her composure when he complied so easily. Finally she said, “Bend over. I want to see the results of yesterday’s um… adventure.”

Responding, Larry bent over at the waist. He was momentarily relieved as this allowed a bit of coverage for his overactive shaft. He couldn’t help but wince as the skin tightened on his buns causing the welts to sting.

Priscilla couldn’t help but giggle as she saw him grimace as he bent over. Pulling up his shirt tails, she could see the red welt lines that she and Lady Sonia had marked him with. “Oh, no wonder he winced,” she thought to herself. Then out loud she said, “Oh those welts have got to still hurt.” She unsuccessfully fought the urge to giggle and quickly fell into the chair as she was overcome with giggling.

All the while Larry flushed while bent over, his hands resting on his knees. He felt foolish and uncomfortable but was hesitant to move from this ridiculous position. It felt like it was taking forever for Priscilla to get over her giggling fit. Actually it only took a minute or so for her to regain her composure.

She stood and crossed over to his side. “Stand up straight,” she commanded. As he stood, Larry was again aware of his exposed cock and he tried to move his hands casually to cover. “And clasp your hands behind your head,” she continued when she saw him trying to cover.

Even as Larry complied, he was wondering why he was so compliant to her wishes. As he stood there, his cock sticking straight out, he found himself wishing for Priscilla to touch his sensitive eager shaft. In that instant, he realized that the hope for her touch was his incentive to react to her authority the way he did. His cock bobbed as he remembered what her touch felt like yesterday. It was soft and teasing… and she had fondled his balls.

Priscilla didn’t disappoint him. She pressed her body against his side. He could feel her breasts pressing on his side as she reached down and her hand grazed his cock. She let her fingers flutter on the underside of his shaft. Larry’s quick intake of air at the first touch followed by a soft moan as Priscilla’s fingers teased him. That moan told her all she needed to know about the effect of her touch on him.

Priscilla broke away from Larry and backed toward the kitchen. Watching him with sparkling eyes, she crooked her finger indicating that he was to follow. Larry feeling the sudden loss of her touch needed little encouragement to follow. The hope for another touch was more than enough incentive to tag after her. Not knowing what else to do with his hands, he dutifully kept his hands behind his head as he followed her, his gait hobbled by his pants and shorts held at his ankles by his shoes. He felt utterly foolish and flushed as he noticed that Priscilla never took her eyes off of him. His stilted gait caused his shaft to swing side to side. Every swing seemed to make it harder as it brushed under and between his shirt tails.

Priscilla watched Larry follow with undisguised amusement. She was feeling giddy and was fascinated by his swinging shaft. He looked so vulnerable with his hands behind his head. She found that she loved having him like that. Vulnerable and willing to cater to her whims. She gasped and flushed as she suddenly felt an erotic response to the situation. She knew that she was going to enjoy this afternoon.

Never losing her composure despite her body’s reaction, she finally turned her attention from Larry to the drawer that held the thin cord that she sought. She had thought about the leash idea ever since she mentioned it to Lady Sonia. Looking over at Larry’s exposed form, she knew where she wanted to attach the leash. Sitting on chair, she had motioned him closer to her.

Larry shuffled over to her and stood in front of Priscilla. He sensed what she was about to do and, since it meant she would touch his cock again, he was eager for her to start. His cock bobbed with anticipation. He barely noticed that his shirt now had some moist spots of pre-cum on it. His knees weakened as she grabbed his cock and balls. She carefully cradled his balls, feeling their weight as she had done the previous day. This time she got more aggressive, circled his sac with her fingers and proceeded to tie a loop around his balls. She found that she was clumsy at this task and it took her several attempts with much brushing and pressing against his shaft before she finally accomplished her goal.

For Larry, he could barely stay standing as she attached the loop. He felt like he was in heaven and was guilty of purposely shifting to make Priscilla fumble at the task so the touching would last longer. By the time she finally finished he was trying to thrust against her hands. Priscilla noticed and often pressed hard against his shaft to accommodate. She found she liked getting him worked up. She knew intuitively, the hotter she could get him, the more power she had.

When she was finally satisfied with the knots, Priscilla stood up and pulled the cord up with her. The abrupt change and pull caught Larry off guard and he let out a yelp. Laughing, Priscilla pulled the cord up again, this time slower but with more force. Larry struggled to maintain his balance with his hands still behind his head as he rose to his toes trying vainly to alleviate the tug on his balls.

With a mischievous grin, Priscilla alternately pulled up on the cord and released it causing Larry to rise on his toes with each pull. She started giggling and exclaimed, “I bet Lady Sonia is home by now. She’d love to see this.” With that, she dropped a length of the cord so the length of the ‘leash’ was about 5 feet and pulled him after her as she headed for the phone.

Larry was quick to follow the tug on his balls. He was perplexed that Priscilla was calling Lady Sonia. Not the Lady Sonia hadn’t seen him ‘compromised’ before, but this seemed different. He wasn’t actually restrained like he was before and he was made to look ridiculous with his hands forever clasped behind his head, his ankles hobbled by his pants his cock peeking out through his shirt tails, and his balls leashed and controlled by Priscilla. He groaned inwardly when he heard Priscilla talk into the phone, “Hi Lady Sonia. Come on over to my house. Larry’s here and you won’t believe the fun I’m having with him.” She hung up the phone and turned to Larry, “She’s on her way.”

Gleefully, Lady Sonia put down the phone and raced next door. She had been thinking all day about the fun they had with him in by the creek. She wondered when she would get another chance to watch him and now Priscilla already had him ready for more. Breathlessly, she rang the door bell. She noticed that Priscilla peeked out to make sure it was her before opening the door. She wasn’t prepared for the sight of Larry behind her. It was obvious that he had been led to the door by the leash. She saw that he was beet red as he stood there, his hands clasped behind his head.

She started laughing at the sight. “Oh Priscilla, that’s priceless. You have him looking so… so…” Lady Sonia tried to think of the right word and finally settled on, “contrite.”

“Yeah, I guess you could call him contrite,” Priscilla said as she chuckled at her friend’s reaction. “But more than that, he’ll do just about anything I ask.” Then walking up to Larry and shortening the cord, Priscilla again pulled him up on his toes, releasing him until he lowered to the flat of his feet, then pulling him to his toes again. Turning to her laughing friend she continued, “And this leash really makes him responsive.”

Between giggles, Lady Sonia looked down at the pants that hobbled Larry. She saw the tissue imbedded in his shorts. “What’s with the tissue, Priscilla? Is he having ‘accidents’ already?”

Priscilla blinked. “I hadn’t noticed that before.” Looking over at Larry, “What’s with the tissue, Larry? Is it evidence that you having accidents again?”

Larry could feel himself flush at the discovery of the tissue. “It’s nothing,” he said finally.

Lady Sonia walked around in front of him. “Nothing, huh? How come you’re blushing?”

Larry felt himself flush brightly as they waited for more explanation, he continued, “When a guy is… um… well when um…” He tried to compose himself. “Okay.” He finally blurted. “I found myself excited a lot lately and I tend to dribble. I used the tissue to keep my shorts from getting moist.”

Lady Sonia got a smug look on her face as she asked, “Oh, do you go around with tissue in your pants all the time?”

Larry lowered his eyes and kept his voice low and controlled, “No. It’s just that I’ve been um… more susceptible to it lately.”

“And why is that?” Lady Sonia pressed on. “Because of Priscilla and me?”

“I don’t know,” he responded in a low voice.

Priscilla giggled a bit. “You’ve been aroused since yesterday because of us?” She pulled him closer with the leash then let her finger trace over the tip his rigid cock and smeared a dab of precum on the head of his shaft. “Is that the ‘dribbling’ you’re talking about, Larry?”

Larry couldn’t believe that Priscilla would touch him that way. His total focus was on her finger touching his cock. His knees wobbled as he clenched his hands behind his head. His embarrassment was eclipsed by the sensation of her finger on the head of his cock. He didn’t want it to ever stop. He knew the more she teased him, the more he wanted and because of that want, he felt that she was capturing his soul.

Priscilla pulled her hand away. “I’m waiting for an answer.”

The loss of her touch brought Larry out of his thoughts and finally nodded. He felt his face and ears glow from the admission of his reactions.

Priscilla notice the effect her finger had on Larry. Smiling impishly, she resumed the tease, wrapping her hand around his shaft and allowing her thumb to caress and circle the head. “Say it. Say it out loud. Tell us why you are excited by what happened between the three of us.”

Larry took a deep breath. He knew anything he said would be used to draw him deeper into their control. He also guessed that as long as he continued talking, Priscilla would continue playing with his cock. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “I like my cock being touched. Every time I think of that, I get hard.”

“What else?” asked Priscilla, her thumb pausing the gentle tease for a moment.

“Just thinking about the whole experience gets me excited,” he continued lamely.

Priscilla pressed her thumb in a bit harder… a finger dabbed a fresh drop of precum over the tip of his cock to the underside. “Tell us exactly what turned you on. I want details”

Larry gasped as he stood there. His focus, his world, was centered on his cock and the tease that Priscilla was inflicting. He struggled both to keep his balance and to come up with a way to express how he felt about his experiences. These were private thoughts that he had never verbalized before and anything he revealed here would give the girls more power over him. With that thought he realized that he liked them having power over him and he blurted “I liked the helpless feeling when I was tied up,” he finally said.

“Go on,” Priscilla coaxed, her teasing thumb unrelenting.

“I love the feeling of my cock being touched by you and Lady Sonia.” A long pause… the tease still incessant… “I like having you in control of me. I can’t help but feel excited when I think about how I was tied up and helpless.” The teasing thumb pressed down as Priscilla’s grip tightened and loosened and then the scrape of her thumbnail… “Even though I was embarrassed, I find that I get hard when I think of the embarrassing things that happened.” Priscilla squeezed his shaft and she tugged on his leash lightly and her thumb continued to circle. “I liked being at your feet. I can’t believe that I jerked off in front of you two.” Flushing brightly, he continued, his inhibitions vanishing with every stroke of Priscilla’s thumb. “The fact that you claimed the right to grant or deny me cumming has been driving me crazy,” he confessed. “I have to cum soon. The more that I think about not cumming until I get permission the hornier I get.” Larry stopped talking suddenly. He had not intended to confess that being forced to abstain from jerking off was exciting for him and was a viscous circle of torment for him. But all he could think about right now was Priscilla’s manipulations. As he was starting to get close to the edge, being logical wasn’t his strong suit.

Priscilla noticed that the effect of the tease was pulling admissions from Larry that he normally wouldn’t consider admitting. She was thrilled at having the power to get him to open up so much. Some time she would really grill him she thought to herself. She finally released his cock. “And the lashes? Did the pain of our strokes make you excited?”

Larry groaned inwardly as he felt her grip release. With a sigh, he focused on her last question. “I didn’t like pain. Though I have to admit that every time I sat down today, I thought of what happened and those thoughts did have an effect.” He thought about it for a couple of seconds. “I guess it is the feeling that I was helpless to avoid the pain that you or Lady Sonia wanted to inflict that was exciting.”

Priscilla smiled as he continued with his rambling. Then without saying a word she walked away, uncoiling the cord of the leash as she walked across the room. She turned around and looked at Larry. He was so delicious standing there so obedient with his hands clasped behind his head still wearing his shirt and his pants around his ankles.

Now that the talking and teasing stopped, Larry suddenly felt awkward but didn’t know how to act other than maintain his position. His gaze followed Priscilla as she walked away. He noticed her smile and thought it looked like a smile of triumph to him. His eyes met hers and their gazes locked.

Larry felt the leash tug his balls and though his eyes were locked on to hers, he could see her reeling in the leash with a strong steady pull. He had no choice but to go toward her, his steps hobbled by his pants, his gaze captivate by her eyes. About half way there, she allowed the leash to slacken a bit only long enough for her to step on it allowing the cord to run under the shallow heel of her shoe. She resumed the steady tug and he felt his balls being tugged downward toward her foot as he approached her. Her gaze still locked on him, he couldn’t move his eyes from hers. He just felt the downward pull increase on his balls and he bent his knees slightly to accommodate the pull as he came closer. Finally he was close enough that the tension was pulling him down more than toward her and he fell to his knees at her feet. His gaze, still captivated by hers, never wavered. Her smile was definitely one of triumph as she looked down at him.

“I like you at my feet,” she said finally.

The flash of the camera took him by surprise. He had not noticed that Lady Sonia had found her friend’s camera and thought that would be a good Kodak (or Polaroid) moment.

Priscilla blinked at the camera. The long held gaze now broken. She laughed as her friend proceeded to produce the photo. “Good idea, Lady Sonia. I’m going to have to make a scrapbook if we continue taking pictures.” Then looking down at Larry again, she continued talking to Lady Sonia, “There are some ping pong paddles over by the patio. Why don’t you bring one over and we can take advantage of Larry’s position at my feet.

“Oh please no!” Larry exclaimed. “I’m really sore after yesterday.”

Priscilla tugged harder on the leash and Larry groaned as his balls were stretched lower towards her foot. “Oh hush. No one asked you,” she teased. “Now bend over and put your forehead on the floor.” Then giggling, “Just think of how excited you will be remembering how helpless you are to resist us.”

Larry groaned as he bent over. He could feel the welts from just the skin tightening. He spread his knees a bit to try to reduce the tension on his balls a bit, but Priscilla kept the leash taunt.

Lady Sonia returned with paddle in hand giggling as she looked down at Larry’s position. Without hesitation, she pulled Larry’s shirt tails up and exposed his buns. “Oh, wow,” she exclaimed. “Those are some pretty mean looking welts there”

“Go ahead, Lady Sonia,” Priscilla encouraged.

Larry was cringing, his forehead pressed to the floor, his hands still clasped behind his head, his buttocks raised as far as the leash on his balls would allow. He was softly pleading, “Please no, please. Geeze I’m still sore. Please no.”

Lady Sonia ignored his pleas and gave him a strong swat. The slap on his welted rear seared through him and Larry screamed and jumped pulling hard on the leash. “ArrghAAAAA!” his scream picking up intensity as his balls protested his jump. “Oh geeze,” he whimpered as his hands finally unclasped and he rolled over onto his side on the floor in a semi-fetal position. “Oh please, no more, that really hurts.”

Priscilla looked down on him squirming on the floor at her feet. He looked so broken. She smiled down at him. “One slap from a paddle,” she chided. Then pulled on the leash. “Okay, up on your feet,” she ordered.

As Larry struggled to his feet, she continued, “We’ll take it easy on you. Why don’t you get Lady Sonia and me each a soda from the kitchen.”

Larry felt relief flooding through him as he heard Priscilla relent. “Thank you, thank you. And yes, two sodas coming right up,” he said as he quickly turned toward the kitchen in a vain effort to hide the fact that his eyes were tearing. He could hear both Lady Sonia and Priscilla giggle as they watched him shuffling toward the kitchen, still hobbled by his pants and the leash uncoiling and trailing behind him.

Lady Sonia was still giggling when she looked over at a picture of Priscilla’s brother hanging on the wall. “Now, if I could only get Dan to be so obedient. Geeze, that would be fun.”

Priscilla smiled at the thought. As brother and sister relationships went, she and Dan had a good one. They both liked each other, but as with most sibling relationships, there were always annoyances, petty arguments, and rivalry. She chuckled as she visualized her brother being controlled by her friend. “That would be sooo fantastic,” she said. “That would more than make up for any paybacks we’ve accumulated since… since forever!” she laughed.

Larry returned with the sodas. The cord of his leash was doubling back and Priscilla quickly pulled in the slack. Then sat down in a plush chair. She looked at Larry with amusement as he had brought the sodas on a tray with glasses and ice. Just a week ago, she would have been lucky to get him to bring her a soda in a can.

After Larry gave Lady Sonia her soda, Priscilla accepted her soda, spread her legs, and pointed to the floor in front of her. “Why don’t you sit here in front of me,” she said.

Larry took a slight intake of breath and needed no further encouragement as he knelt in front of her, his gaze shifting quickly up her thigh to the white of her panties that were now visible under her skirt. He heard her laugh, “What are you looking at?” she said as she pressed down on the folds of her skirt hiding her crotch. “Turn around. I meant for you to sit with your back against the chair.”

As Larry struggled with his hobbled ankles to sit in the right direction, he noticed that Priscilla had pulled his leash under her foot and took out the slack. Larry rested his cheek on her thigh and thought he heard a slight purr from her. Lady Sonia sat in a chair to the side but close to the two of them. Lady Sonia couldn’t resist. She took off her shoes and reached out her bare foot to graze Larry’s perpetually stiff cock. Larry groaned as the tease brought his need to cum again to the forefront of his thoughts.

Priscilla noticed Lady Sonia’s foot teasing Larry and laughed as an idea struck her. “Larry,” she said, “I know how you really want to cum. Well now you have your chance. You may cum now if you can, but you can’t use your hands. You will have to cum from where you are using only Lady Sonia’s foot.”

Lady Sonia started giggling when she heard her friends idea. “Oh Priscilla, you are so nasty!” With that, she crossed her legs so her foot dangled comfortable well above Larry’s cock.

The girls didn’t see Larry flush brightly as he felt himself degraded by the suggestion. Still he was so horny that he would do anything to get friction on his cock. He struggled to arch and propped up his back with his arms and elbows. He was too embarrassed to say anything but just arched up and rubbed against the sole of Lady Sonia’s foot. A couple of hard thrusts and he could feel his cock stiffed even more as his orgasm approached.

Lady Sonia noticed his concentration and raised her foot a bit higher. No matter how hard Larry tried to press against it he could only brush lightly. He groaned as he felt the orgasm he anticipated subside. Breathless, he collapsed in frustration. Lady Sonia lowered her foot and again gently stroked his shaft. That was all Larry needed to arch again and press hard against her foot. After a stroke or two, Lady Sonia again raised her foot until he again collapsed in frustration.

Larry knew he was in for a battle to get his orgasm. He felt Lady Sonia’s foot again brush his cock and with a groan he arched again, pressing hard against her foot… feeling her raise it very slightly so he had to arch higher and higher. She seemed to know when he was about to cum but this time he sensed that she was going to let him. She was pressing back with her foot and it felt so good as he pressed back.

“Arrgh,” Larry cried out. His only sound since they started this game. Instead of the orgasm that he so dearly needed, Priscilla pulled on his leash and pulled him down and away from the maddening foot. “Oh please,” he cried.

Priscilla giggled as he collapsed in frustration again. “Keep quiet Larry, Lady Sonia and I want to have ‘girl talk’ without you interrupting. Grinning she looked over to Lady Sonia, “Now how do you think we can get Dan in this state? Any ideas?”

Lady Sonia idly brushed her foot on Larry’s cock and pulled up very slightly and waited for him to follow her foot up. “Well, maybe if we steal his clothes when he’s in the shower he will have to beg us to get them back to come out,” She offered.

Priscilla shook her head. “Naw, he will just see that as something to get even for. Even if he’s embarrassed, it won’t lead to this behavior,” she said as she looked down and tugged on the leash to pull Larry from Lady Sonia’s foot once again. “But getting him naked isn’t a bad start. I think I have an idea.”

“Really?” asked Lady Sonia as she lowered her foot to again tease Larry’s cock. She was able to get the tip of his shaft between her toes for a minute before it sprung free and she then just continued to brush his shaft as she rocked her foot. Larry had seemed to give up until then and now he was arching with renewed vigor.

Priscilla leaned forward, her hands rested on Larry’s chest and she rocked back and forth

letting her hands slide over his pecs. She liked the feel of his hard pecks and could feel the tips of his nipples through his shirt. Then picking up the conversation she continued, “Yeah. You know how my brother always acts like a jerk when we ask him to play cards or a board game? He almost always says, ‘No, but if the game was strip poker I might.’ Then he smiles that jerky smile of his as he saunters off. Well my idea is to take him up on that dare and make the rule that the loser has to do what the winner wants.”

Lady Sonia’s foot stopped moving as she took in Priscilla’s idea. Larry arched and started thrusting hard into the sole of her foot. “Um, Priscilla. There’s only one drawback. What if we lose? Um, Oh yeah… a second drawback. He probably will stop playing if the game doesn’t go his way. He’ll quit if he thinks he’s going to lose.” Lady Sonia noticed Larry’s activity, giggled a bit, and moved her foot from his cock to stroke his stomach. His cock was waving in the air and he shifted in a vain effort to get his cock to reach her foot. Though he couldn’t get his cock touched, he remained arched and she could tell he enjoyed his ‘tummy rub’ despite his frustration.

Priscilla continued stroking Larry’s chest as she thought about it. Her hands circled his pecks then progressed to his sides. She felt him nuzzle her thigh with his cheek as she did so. “He’s nice to have around,” she thought idly to herself. Then turning her attention back to the conversation, she continued, “Well one, we’ll cheat so we don’t lose. And two, we’ll have Larry in on the game too. He will lose first and Dan will have to comply with the rules of the game or feel like he’s more cowardly than Larry.”

Lady Sonia grinned at the thought of the two boys losing at strip poker. She knew that Dan would be mortified when he lost yet feel trapped into complying with the penalty. Good old peer pressure. It would be perfect! As she was thinking about it, her foot started to bat Larry’s cock then she press hard so her toes spread around the head of his cock. Larry groaned softly and twisted as he arched trying to maximize the sensations imparted to his shaft… especially the sensitive head.

Priscilla looked down at the writhing form of their friend. She could see the effect Lady Sonia’s foot had on him “Poor guy. He really looks desperate,” she thought with a chuckle. Then out loud she said, “How ’bout it Larry? Will you help us beat Dan in a game of strip poker?”

At Priscilla’s question, Larry tilted his head back and looked up at her. He could see her devastating smile with her twinkling eyes looking down at him from over her breasts. “God she was beautiful,” flashed though his mind. He had been constantly frustrated while the girls had been talking. He found he didn’t care what they said. His total focus had been on his cock. He had been constantly trying to maneuver so he could get the much needed release while they seemed to ignore his need as they talked.

Lady Sonia had stopped moving her foot and held it firm on his shaft. He arched, pressing the sensitive underside of his shaft hard against the sole of her foot. He moaned as she maintained the pressure and he found himself thrusting uncontrollably. He could feel the orgasm build as the tip of his cock twinged in anticipation. He feared that Lady Sonia would again lift her foot. The thought that if she didn’t lift her foot he was going to mess on his shirt quickly passed through his mind. He was going to humiliate himself while arched in full view of the girls. He didn’t care. That’s what he wanted most in that instant of time.

With a cry, he felt himself consumed with his orgasm. His cum spurted and landed on his stomach and shirt. His breathing coming in gasps as he trembled, maintaining his arch, pressing hard into Lady Sonia’s foot even as the orgasm subsided.

He looked up again at Priscilla’s grinning face, so beautifully framed by her breasts. Suddenly he felt self conscious and he lowered his arch and took a sitting position. His breathing still rapid, he nuzzled Priscilla’s thigh and softly kissed it. It seemed that silence just kind of hung in the air. Finally Larry found his voice. “Yes,” he said softly. “Of course I’ll help you in your game with Dan.”

He closed his eyes, resting for the moment, his head still tucked between Priscilla’s thighs. A soft smile formed on his lips as his breathing slowed. He felt Lady Sonia reposition herself and caress his thighs with her feet. He felt no remorse that he had agreed to betray his friend. After all, he was already vanquished and a slave to ‘the enemy.’