Chapter One
It was at this point that he would usually make his excuses and leave. I had become used to it, he would arrive at my flat at the allotted time, pleasantries would be exchanged and then at some unseen cue we would begin our sex play. Never more than two hours, we had that down to a fine art as much as the techniques we used on each other.
He lay next to me, both of us in that state of post coital exhilaration, our bodies wet and used, toys cast aside at the end of the bed. I threw my arm across his chest, a gesture of connection, but never anymore the warm cuddles of the past. I yearned for them, but knew they were now off limits, we could still perform the most amazing sex acts on each other, skills learned from years of practice. Total intimacy with our bodies, but no longer with our emotions. We had damaged each other too much in the past, now we just kept to what we were brilliant at, something neither of us could relinquish, whatever and whoever was in our lives now.
‘What are you doing Sunday night?’
I opened my eyes and looked at him, Sunday night? We never saw each other at the weekends, another given.
‘Nothing planned, why?’
‘I thought I might give you a treat’
Another session so soon?
I propped up my head with my arm.
‘There’s a place I’d like to take you to. I’m not going to tell you any more than that’
Now I was really intrigued.
‘I’ll email you to let you know what time etc’
He sat up and began to get dressed. As I watched him as I had done so many times before, questions
approached my lips, but I didn’t want to voice them, I enjoyed the mystery too much.
The email arrived a few days later, titled ‘Further to our previous conversation’
Hi,
You will be receiving a couple of parcels in the next day or two. These are for you to wear on Saturday evening. You are not to wear them before then, nor are you to engage in any sexual activity.
I want you to wear a tight black skirt and shirt, with coat over it.
I will pick you up at 7.00pm. When we meet you will be under my control, you will not speak unless asked to. Make sure you are fully prepared as I expect you to be looking your absolute best.
Until then,
X
Two parcels arrived on the same day. One contained a red leather corset with combined collar. It was beautifully made and had clearly cost a lot. In the other parcel were a pair of red and black shoes, strappy with 6” metal heels and a pair of black seamed stockings. I was very tempted to try them on straight away resisted the urge and keep them until Saturday.
On Saturday morning another parcel arrived, this one was small and beautifully packaged. Inside was a velvet covered box, attached to which was a card. The card read ‘Wear this tonight. Whenever you wear it in the future you will remember. P x ’. I unwrapped the tissue to reveal a small but heavy metal butt plug, jewelled at the end by a deep red stone. My pelvis contracted at the thought of it buried inside me. I was already aching with desire and I still had hours before 7 o’clock but my instructions were clear and I did not want to disobey them.
I stood before the full length mirror and admired myself. The corset held me firmly but not uncomfortably, enhancing my curves and projecting my breasts upwards and forwards in invitation. The suspenders holding the soft sheer stockings framed my bare pouting pussy, already moist with anticipation. I teetered on the steep shoes, my ankles tied tightly with the red leather straps.
I turned around and, looking over my shoulder could just see the glint of the red jewel between my butt cheeks. It felt deliciously heavy, constantly reminding me of its presence and of what it symbolised, that my ass would always belong to him.
So there I was, transformed, a body to be used for sex, which of course is exactly what he wanted and what I wanted to be for him.
He was waiting for me in the car and did not look at me when I slid into the seat next to him. I waited for some word of greeting but he remained silent, a faint smile the only emotion on his face.
We drove out of the city and down some country lanes that looked vaguely familiar but I had no idea where we were heading. We drove without speaking, just the music from the cd pl breaking the tense silence. After about an hour he pulled into a lay by and I looked at him, we were in the middle of nowhere. He leaned across and opened the glove box out of which he pulled a silken scarf. ‘I have to do this, you cannot know where we are going’. He tied the scarf around my head, then, without a further word drove on. I have no idea how much further we drove, it was strange feeling, the sensation of movement but having no idea when we would turn or stop. I hoped it wouldn’t be much further as I was starting to feel slightly sick, a combination of the blindfolded drive and the nerves I was starting to feel about what he had planned.
The car turned and moved slowly, I guessed we must be on a driveway and when we turned again I could hear the crunch of gravel under the tyres. I guessed we must have reached our destination. He got out of the car and I heard him walk round to my side and open the door. He took me by the arm and helped me out of the car. A short walk and then ‘there’s a step here’ I gingerly lifted my foot and found the step then felt the atmosphere change as we moved from the cool outdoors into a warm room. He led me to a chair and guided me down into it, ‘I’ll be back in a moment’.
I badly wanted to take the blindfold off to see where I was, it was unsettling sitting there, apparently alone, not knowing how long he would be or what would happen next. I breathed deeply, the corset suddenly felt very restrictive and I was starting to perspire in the warmth of the room. Then I heard movement, someone moving towards me, a hand on my arm then his voice, ‘Everything’s ready’. He led me down a corridor, my heels clicking on the wooden floor, then into a room where we stopped. He moved behind me and slipped the coat off which was a relief but he made no move to remove the blindfold. Still behind me he unzipped the skirt and let it slip to the floor, then moving to the front he led me forward enabling me to step out of the skirt. He unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off my shoulders. He made approving noises as I sensed him looking me over. He walked around me and I could feel his gaze on every inch of my exposed skin. His warm hand cupped my ass cheek and squeezed it gently, then a finger pressed on the butt plug, gently moving it. I thought I might come there and then, it felt so good, but I was distracted as I became aware that someone else was in the room. My hearing heightened by the loss of sight I tried to discern what was happening.
I somehow knew that the person now standing in front of me was a woman, then she spoke,
‘Perfect, absolutely perfect. Your description of this lady was intriguing enough, but now I see that she really is the perfect plaything’
She stepped closer and I could feel her breasts pressing against my own, but unlike mine that were encased in the leather bra, hers felt soft, unclothed. She felt slightly taller than me but beyond that all I could sense of her was her perfume and the heat from her body. Soft lips pressed against mine, then the sweet taste of her tongue pressing into my mouth. So different from the kiss of a man, I accepted her probing and reciprocated hungrily. She backed away, leaving me wanting more. I licked my lips to hold on to her taste for a few seconds longer. When she spoke again it was from further away
‘Bring her here, I need to see what she can do’
A hand gripped my upper arm, but it wasn’t P’s, it was bigger, another man. I was led forward and with his hand on the back of my neck he guided me down onto my knees.
‘I think the blindfold can come off now. But you must keep your eyes closed and not open them until I say’
I closed my eyes and the blindfold was removed, only to be replaced by a mask.
‘You may open your eyes now’
It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, to bring into focus the sight before me. At first all I could see was smooth pink pussy. I took in the view. She was reclining on a low chair, legs apart and held up by slings. She was wearing a sheer black bodysuit, open at the crotch. Her breasts were perfect, not as big as my own but with large firm nipples. I moved my gaze up to her face. She too was wearing a mask, but I could see the mouth that up until then I had only tasted. Her hair was long, straight and dark, tied back into a ponytail on the crown of her head. I could see her eyes behind the mask, locked onto mine.
P was sitting next to her, also now masked but naked. Her hand moved down to his already hard cock and I watched, transfixed, as she wrapped her fingers around its length. Something gripped my guts, I don’t know whether it was excitement or jealousy that someone else was taking possession of that oh so familiar cock, but I watched as she slid her hand up and down its length. The moment of jealousy passed, I was now just fascinated, looking up into his face to see his reaction. He reached his hand over and laid it on the inside of her thigh.
‘Let’s see if you can give as good as you get’
I looked up at him and smiled, he knew that I had done this before and that I had admitted to enjoying it. Moving in closer I looked again at the soft cleft before me, the clit still hidden from view beneath its hood, the entrance to her vagina closed but inviting, and then I realised that she too was wearing a jewelled butt plug, just like mine, but the jewel was green. So we were members of the same club now.
I ran my tongue up her slit, starting just above the jewel and ending on her clit which I could feel was hard beneath its cloak. I parted her lips with my tongue, opening her up and exposing the tiny pink bud. I could hear her soft moans as I worked on her, tasting the juices that were now flowing from her. I sucked on her lips, separately at first, then as I felt them engorging, together, gently grazing them with my teeth as I pulled them. She writhed beneath me, her breaths becoming deeper as I brought her to the edge. Her thighs began to tremble as she succumbed to the sensations and with a loud moan she shuddered with orgasm. I pressed my mouth hard against her, feeling the ripples of orgasm sweeping through her, then gently kissed all around her now soaking pussy, bringing her down, before backing away.
I looked up at him, my face wet with her juices and smiled, he smiled back, nodding.
‘I had a feeling you would enjoy that’.
But I was not to be allowed to rest on my laurels
‘But badad girls like you should be punished’
He looked up at the man standing behind me and nodded. Two powerful arms slid under mine and lifted me up into a standing position, then I was led over to a turntable of about 6ft in diameter, set a few inches above the ground. Above the platform hung a chain attached to the ceiling. He lifted my arms up and manacled my wrists to the chain. Then, pushing my legs apart my ankles were also manacled and attached to rings fixed to the platform. I was facing away from my audience, my ass and butt plug rudely exposed to their view.
‘Which instrument shall I use?’
It was the man who spoke.
‘I think the flogger will suffice, I want her ass nice and pink and hot’ came the reply from my lover.
A few seconds later the first lash struck my backside, quickly followed by another on the other side. I gasped, more from surprise than pain. The lashes came smooth and fast, rhythmically working from one side to the other, gradually building in intensity. This was not the first time I had experienced a lashing like this although never from such an obviously professional hand. I knew I had to relax into it as it hurt more if you were tense, after a couple of minutes I found myself lost in the sensation, all focus on the skin, ultra sensitized and stinging.
‘Enough sir?’
Footsteps behind me, then a hand, gently caressing the sensitive area.
‘I think a little more, I don’t think she has quite been punished enough for her bad ways’.
Now I started to get worried, just how much of this was I expected to take?
The lashing started again, stinging now as the skin had calmed in the past few minutes. I cried out and started to flinch with each sweep of the flogger. I steeled myself against the pain, trying to relax again, but the stinging was too intense now.
‘Stop now’
I realised I was panting, my ass felt like it was on fire and I could feel sweat forming on my forehead and the back of my neck.
The platform started to turn and I found myself face to face with my torturers.
My lover sat, legs apart, the woman kneeling between his legs. His hand held the ponytail and was guiding her head onto his cock. I watched mesmerised as her head bobbed up and down. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but the look of bliss on his face indicated that he was enjoying it. Then she stood up, turned to face me and with her eyes locked onto mine, parted her legs and eased herself down onto his cock, now shiny and wet with her saliva. I could not take my eyes off the sight of his cock disappearing into her cunt. She slowly lifted herself up and down, fucking him, slowly, deliberately. Her eyes never left mine, defiant, knowing she was taking something that was mine.
I felt the man approach me from behind, his hot body pressing against my sensitised ass, then, before I could react, his cock thrust into my throbbing cunt. Holding me firmly by the waist, he fucked me, slowly, but deeply, his balls brushing against my thighs on every stroke. Desperately trying not to close my eyes and melt into the sea of sensations I was experiencing, I looked at the woman and realised I was being fucked in time with my lover, her cunt working his cock exactly in time with the thrusts that were filling mine. It didn’t take too much for all of this to overwhelm me, the feeling of the hard cock pumping deep into me added the sight of my lover being pleasured by another all became too much and, with a deep growl that came from somewhere inside my core, I came hard, my whole body jerking uncontrollably and then a gush of fluid that pushed out past the cock and hit the floor with a splatter. But the fucking did not stop, he began to fuck me even faster, each thrust pushing out another shower of fluid, until the insides of my thighs were dripping with my own juices. I could vaguely hear her moans in tandem with my own and knew she was coming too, my lovers cock gripped by her pulsating cunt.
‘Wow, when you told me that she was a squirter, I didn’t realise it would be quite that fierce’
‘That was a spectacular one, even I’m impressed’
The cock was withdrawn but my cunt continued to throb.
‘I have to taste it’
She stepped over and knelt on the platform. Positioning her head against my thigh she licked at the juices that were running down, then up to taste their source. The gentle lapping was soothing and I began to relax again.
‘Get her down from there, there’s a lot more where that came from’……….
He lay next to me, both of us in that state of post coital exhilaration, our bodies wet and used, toys cast aside at the end of the bed. I threw my arm across his chest, a gesture of connection, but never anymore the warm cuddles of the past. I yearned for them, but knew they were now off limits, we could still perform the most amazing sex acts on each other, skills learned from years of practice. Total intimacy with our bodies, but no longer with our emotions. We had damaged each other too much in the past, now we just kept to what we were brilliant at, something neither of us could relinquish, whatever and whoever was in our lives now.
‘What are you doing Sunday night?’
I opened my eyes and looked at him, Sunday night? We never saw each other at the weekends, another given.
‘Nothing planned, why?’
‘I thought I might give you a treat’
Another session so soon?
I propped up my head with my arm.
‘There’s a place I’d like to take you to. I’m not going to tell you any more than that’
Now I was really intrigued.
‘I’ll email you to let you know what time etc’
He sat up and began to get dressed. As I watched him as I had done so many times before, questions
approached my lips, but I didn’t want to voice them, I enjoyed the mystery too much.
The email arrived a few days later, titled ‘Further to our previous conversation’
Hi,
You will be receiving a couple of parcels in the next day or two. These are for you to wear on Saturday evening. You are not to wear them before then, nor are you to engage in any sexual activity.
I want you to wear a tight black skirt and shirt, with coat over it.
I will pick you up at 7.00pm. When we meet you will be under my control, you will not speak unless asked to. Make sure you are fully prepared as I expect you to be looking your absolute best.
Until then,
X
Two parcels arrived on the same day. One contained a red leather corset with combined collar. It was beautifully made and had clearly cost a lot. In the other parcel were a pair of red and black shoes, strappy with 6” metal heels and a pair of black seamed stockings. I was very tempted to try them on straight away resisted the urge and keep them until Saturday.
On Saturday morning another parcel arrived, this one was small and beautifully packaged. Inside was a velvet covered box, attached to which was a card. The card read ‘Wear this tonight. Whenever you wear it in the future you will remember. P x ’. I unwrapped the tissue to reveal a small but heavy metal butt plug, jewelled at the end by a deep red stone. My pelvis contracted at the thought of it buried inside me. I was already aching with desire and I still had hours before 7 o’clock but my instructions were clear and I did not want to disobey them.
I stood before the full length mirror and admired myself. The corset held me firmly but not uncomfortably, enhancing my curves and projecting my breasts upwards and forwards in invitation. The suspenders holding the soft sheer stockings framed my bare pouting pussy, already moist with anticipation. I teetered on the steep shoes, my ankles tied tightly with the red leather straps.
I turned around and, looking over my shoulder could just see the glint of the red jewel between my butt cheeks. It felt deliciously heavy, constantly reminding me of its presence and of what it symbolised, that my ass would always belong to him.
So there I was, transformed, a body to be used for sex, which of course is exactly what he wanted and what I wanted to be for him.
He was waiting for me in the car and did not look at me when I slid into the seat next to him. I waited for some word of greeting but he remained silent, a faint smile the only emotion on his face.
We drove out of the city and down some country lanes that looked vaguely familiar but I had no idea where we were heading. We drove without speaking, just the music from the cd pl breaking the tense silence. After about an hour he pulled into a lay by and I looked at him, we were in the middle of nowhere. He leaned across and opened the glove box out of which he pulled a silken scarf. ‘I have to do this, you cannot know where we are going’. He tied the scarf around my head, then, without a further word drove on. I have no idea how much further we drove, it was strange feeling, the sensation of movement but having no idea when we would turn or stop. I hoped it wouldn’t be much further as I was starting to feel slightly sick, a combination of the blindfolded drive and the nerves I was starting to feel about what he had planned.
The car turned and moved slowly, I guessed we must be on a driveway and when we turned again I could hear the crunch of gravel under the tyres. I guessed we must have reached our destination. He got out of the car and I heard him walk round to my side and open the door. He took me by the arm and helped me out of the car. A short walk and then ‘there’s a step here’ I gingerly lifted my foot and found the step then felt the atmosphere change as we moved from the cool outdoors into a warm room. He led me to a chair and guided me down into it, ‘I’ll be back in a moment’.
I badly wanted to take the blindfold off to see where I was, it was unsettling sitting there, apparently alone, not knowing how long he would be or what would happen next. I breathed deeply, the corset suddenly felt very restrictive and I was starting to perspire in the warmth of the room. Then I heard movement, someone moving towards me, a hand on my arm then his voice, ‘Everything’s ready’. He led me down a corridor, my heels clicking on the wooden floor, then into a room where we stopped. He moved behind me and slipped the coat off which was a relief but he made no move to remove the blindfold. Still behind me he unzipped the skirt and let it slip to the floor, then moving to the front he led me forward enabling me to step out of the skirt. He unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off my shoulders. He made approving noises as I sensed him looking me over. He walked around me and I could feel his gaze on every inch of my exposed skin. His warm hand cupped my ass cheek and squeezed it gently, then a finger pressed on the butt plug, gently moving it. I thought I might come there and then, it felt so good, but I was distracted as I became aware that someone else was in the room. My hearing heightened by the loss of sight I tried to discern what was happening.
I somehow knew that the person now standing in front of me was a woman, then she spoke,
‘Perfect, absolutely perfect. Your description of this lady was intriguing enough, but now I see that she really is the perfect plaything’
She stepped closer and I could feel her breasts pressing against my own, but unlike mine that were encased in the leather bra, hers felt soft, unclothed. She felt slightly taller than me but beyond that all I could sense of her was her perfume and the heat from her body. Soft lips pressed against mine, then the sweet taste of her tongue pressing into my mouth. So different from the kiss of a man, I accepted her probing and reciprocated hungrily. She backed away, leaving me wanting more. I licked my lips to hold on to her taste for a few seconds longer. When she spoke again it was from further away
‘Bring her here, I need to see what she can do’
A hand gripped my upper arm, but it wasn’t P’s, it was bigger, another man. I was led forward and with his hand on the back of my neck he guided me down onto my knees.
‘I think the blindfold can come off now. But you must keep your eyes closed and not open them until I say’
I closed my eyes and the blindfold was removed, only to be replaced by a mask.
‘You may open your eyes now’
It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, to bring into focus the sight before me. At first all I could see was smooth pink pussy. I took in the view. She was reclining on a low chair, legs apart and held up by slings. She was wearing a sheer black bodysuit, open at the crotch. Her breasts were perfect, not as big as my own but with large firm nipples. I moved my gaze up to her face. She too was wearing a mask, but I could see the mouth that up until then I had only tasted. Her hair was long, straight and dark, tied back into a ponytail on the crown of her head. I could see her eyes behind the mask, locked onto mine.
P was sitting next to her, also now masked but naked. Her hand moved down to his already hard cock and I watched, transfixed, as she wrapped her fingers around its length. Something gripped my guts, I don’t know whether it was excitement or jealousy that someone else was taking possession of that oh so familiar cock, but I watched as she slid her hand up and down its length. The moment of jealousy passed, I was now just fascinated, looking up into his face to see his reaction. He reached his hand over and laid it on the inside of her thigh.
‘Let’s see if you can give as good as you get’
I looked up at him and smiled, he knew that I had done this before and that I had admitted to enjoying it. Moving in closer I looked again at the soft cleft before me, the clit still hidden from view beneath its hood, the entrance to her vagina closed but inviting, and then I realised that she too was wearing a jewelled butt plug, just like mine, but the jewel was green. So we were members of the same club now.
I ran my tongue up her slit, starting just above the jewel and ending on her clit which I could feel was hard beneath its cloak. I parted her lips with my tongue, opening her up and exposing the tiny pink bud. I could hear her soft moans as I worked on her, tasting the juices that were now flowing from her. I sucked on her lips, separately at first, then as I felt them engorging, together, gently grazing them with my teeth as I pulled them. She writhed beneath me, her breaths becoming deeper as I brought her to the edge. Her thighs began to tremble as she succumbed to the sensations and with a loud moan she shuddered with orgasm. I pressed my mouth hard against her, feeling the ripples of orgasm sweeping through her, then gently kissed all around her now soaking pussy, bringing her down, before backing away.
I looked up at him, my face wet with her juices and smiled, he smiled back, nodding.
‘I had a feeling you would enjoy that’.
But I was not to be allowed to rest on my laurels
‘But badad girls like you should be punished’
He looked up at the man standing behind me and nodded. Two powerful arms slid under mine and lifted me up into a standing position, then I was led over to a turntable of about 6ft in diameter, set a few inches above the ground. Above the platform hung a chain attached to the ceiling. He lifted my arms up and manacled my wrists to the chain. Then, pushing my legs apart my ankles were also manacled and attached to rings fixed to the platform. I was facing away from my audience, my ass and butt plug rudely exposed to their view.
‘Which instrument shall I use?’
It was the man who spoke.
‘I think the flogger will suffice, I want her ass nice and pink and hot’ came the reply from my lover.
A few seconds later the first lash struck my backside, quickly followed by another on the other side. I gasped, more from surprise than pain. The lashes came smooth and fast, rhythmically working from one side to the other, gradually building in intensity. This was not the first time I had experienced a lashing like this although never from such an obviously professional hand. I knew I had to relax into it as it hurt more if you were tense, after a couple of minutes I found myself lost in the sensation, all focus on the skin, ultra sensitized and stinging.
‘Enough sir?’
Footsteps behind me, then a hand, gently caressing the sensitive area.
‘I think a little more, I don’t think she has quite been punished enough for her bad ways’.
Now I started to get worried, just how much of this was I expected to take?
The lashing started again, stinging now as the skin had calmed in the past few minutes. I cried out and started to flinch with each sweep of the flogger. I steeled myself against the pain, trying to relax again, but the stinging was too intense now.
‘Stop now’
I realised I was panting, my ass felt like it was on fire and I could feel sweat forming on my forehead and the back of my neck.
The platform started to turn and I found myself face to face with my torturers.
My lover sat, legs apart, the woman kneeling between his legs. His hand held the ponytail and was guiding her head onto his cock. I watched mesmerised as her head bobbed up and down. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but the look of bliss on his face indicated that he was enjoying it. Then she stood up, turned to face me and with her eyes locked onto mine, parted her legs and eased herself down onto his cock, now shiny and wet with her saliva. I could not take my eyes off the sight of his cock disappearing into her cunt. She slowly lifted herself up and down, fucking him, slowly, deliberately. Her eyes never left mine, defiant, knowing she was taking something that was mine.
I felt the man approach me from behind, his hot body pressing against my sensitised ass, then, before I could react, his cock thrust into my throbbing cunt. Holding me firmly by the waist, he fucked me, slowly, but deeply, his balls brushing against my thighs on every stroke. Desperately trying not to close my eyes and melt into the sea of sensations I was experiencing, I looked at the woman and realised I was being fucked in time with my lover, her cunt working his cock exactly in time with the thrusts that were filling mine. It didn’t take too much for all of this to overwhelm me, the feeling of the hard cock pumping deep into me added the sight of my lover being pleasured by another all became too much and, with a deep growl that came from somewhere inside my core, I came hard, my whole body jerking uncontrollably and then a gush of fluid that pushed out past the cock and hit the floor with a splatter. But the fucking did not stop, he began to fuck me even faster, each thrust pushing out another shower of fluid, until the insides of my thighs were dripping with my own juices. I could vaguely hear her moans in tandem with my own and knew she was coming too, my lovers cock gripped by her pulsating cunt.
‘Wow, when you told me that she was a squirter, I didn’t realise it would be quite that fierce’
‘That was a spectacular one, even I’m impressed’
The cock was withdrawn but my cunt continued to throb.
‘I have to taste it’
She stepped over and knelt on the platform. Positioning her head against my thigh she licked at the juices that were running down, then up to taste their source. The gentle lapping was soothing and I began to relax again.
‘Get her down from there, there’s a lot more where that came from’……….
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