1 comments/ 77775 views/ 4 favorites Topeka Ch. 01 By: MrBeagle This is a true story of what happened to me in 1998 while travelling the western US working for a national health care company. It’s in the middle of nowhere for a guy who likes the mountains and the green forests. This place was brown and stark; the flatlands going on for as far as you can see…in the middle of a state called Kansas. Then you come on it; a patch of green and civilization called Topeka. Yeah, it is the state capital; but then again, we’re talking about Kansas here. Me, I am 6'1, 210, have a beard and moustache and look kind of like an overgrown teddy bear. I am college educated and open to most anything, being from the liberal east coast. In the middle of my midlife crisis, I usually played around a little while travelling; my wife safely tucked away in the Northwest. I had been fooling around on the internet the past few weeks and found this place on the “Bed and Breakfast” site for the city. Little did I know what lay in store for me as I checked in to the old mansion. She had said her name was Chloe…subChloe to be exact when we talked on the phone. She gave me the directions and I quickly became enamoured by the old elm trees that still lined the narrow streets. She said that you couldn’t miss it…and she was right. The house stood out against the expanse of green, manicured lawn with a stately majesty that put a little extra throb in your heart. Then I found it…an old mansion in an older part of town. Beautiful Tudor style with a large expanse of garden and a lush beauty of old oak, mahogany, and black walnut wood that makes a woodworker cry. I walked to the door and took in the raw strength of the huge exposed exterior beams, breathed deeply and turned the old crank type bell. The door was massive, dark oak with ornate hardware, and as it swung open I was not prepared for what I saw. She was a large woman, not fat, but big boned and well proportioned. Her hair glistened in the sunlight and her eyes danced like gypsies around a fire. She had a caftan on, hiding her body but showing enough of shapeliness to let the imagination wander. Her breasts thrust against the fabric, clearly outlining the areolas and erect nipples. No panty lines showed around the hips as the fabric flowed from her neck to her feet. She introduced herself to me by her real name, then lowered her eyes and said to call her Chloe, the name she used for her masters. I lifted her chin with my hand and looked deep into her eyes. She averted my gaze as I leaned in to steal a kiss from this statuesque beauty, then backed away from the open door to usher me into her domain. Clearly, she was queen of the house, but waiting for a man to be her King for the night. I had made reservations for three days…and three nights…royalty coming home to his temporary castle. Chloe took me by the hand and showed me around. First the foyer with an ornate grand player piano and Victorian style furniture. On the left, and ornate hall, about 40 feet wide and 60 feet long with stained glass windows and a balcony that wound around the second level. Massive black beams and wrought iron light fixtures, held up by massive chains, adorned the ceiling and set off the walnut tongue and groove ceiling vaults. Around the first floor, framing the massive trestle table and 24 chairs was blue glass…large pieces, small pieces, vases, goblets, all manner of ornate glass. My eyes were drawn to the far end of the hall where two roughhewn timbers were fastened to the wall, chains suspended from hooks at the ends of the frame. I commented on it, then looked at Chloe. Her downcast eyes hid a story that I would have to wait to uncover; her smile belied pleasures that were to come. We went back into the foyer and went to the right. A massive dining table that could seat multitudes stood in the center of the room. Around were display cases, corner china cabinets and sideboards filled with blue glass. A massive blue glass centerpiece adorned the table, which was to see other activities later that night…eating yes, food no. In the center of the foyer was a massive wood staircase, winding up to the second level. As we stepped, hand in hand, upwards, Chloe explained that she was going to put me in the “Master Suite”- I soon understood the double meaning of the name. The bed was a massive four poster, cords fastened to the posts held back the swags and gave hints of a second purpose for their use. Convenient hooks were placed around the bed, too low for clothes and too high for other things, making one wonder the sinister uses. The mattress was waist high for Chloe as she demonstrated by leaning over the spread and inviting me to caress her shapely ass with my hands. Two firm globes filled my palms as I caressed them, then brought the right hand down with a resounding smack that startled her. “Enough” I said as I snuggled my bulging crotch against her ample buttocks eliciting a low moan and a lick of the lips. Subtly she pushed back against me, causing my pants to tent with obvious excitement. I backed away, leaving her trying to thrust back against me, then lowered my hand again against her ass and spanked her HARD. “I told you enough” was all I said and pointed downstairs. “It’s dinner time and I am hungry, very hungry”, I said. Meekly she led me downstairs to the kitchen and began preparing the evening meal. “Would Sir like steak and salad tonight?” she asked. “That would do me well” I responded. And so we ate in silence, eyeing each other like predator and prey. We finished our evening repast and cleaned the table. As I returned from the kitchen, Chloe was laying spread eagle across the massive table. “Would Sir like to have some dessert?” she whispered meekly. I did not answer, rather let my hands wander to her body. I caressed her arms, then moved to her breasts, fighting to free themselves from the fabric of her caftan. Ever so slowly I moved my mouth over the left nipple and saturated the cloth with my tongue, making the fabric all but invisible. I pursed my lips and slowly drew the taut nipple into my mouth, teasing it…then bit down on it. Chloe, startled, first screamed then shifted to a low moan as I worked my teeth back and forth across the nipple. My other hand was not idle as I reached up and pinched the right breast as hard as I could, eliciting more moans and a low, guttural rattling from deep in her throat. I reached up to her chin and grasped the cloth in my hands, buttons flying everywhere as I pulled it away from her body. Finally exposed to me she lay there, draped across the table with her arms and legs extended off the sides. A crimson glow went from her neck to her stomach, ragged breathing and heaving breasts accentuating the rosy hue. I looked to the apex of her thighs and saw paradise…a clit that protruded about an inch above her pelvis, and two thick lips flooding with sexual juices to lubricate the way. She was literally flowing with sweet nectar, so I let my mouth drift to the juncture of her thighs. I flicked my tongue against her nether lips and tasted the copious fluids that flowed from her pussy. Sweet, tart, syrupy, all at once. I probed towards the hole and was met by a torrent of juices that flooded my mouth. I swallowed and savored the taste, much like tasting a fine wine and letting the taste and texture flow over my tongue. Her hips thrust upwards towards me but I backed away, just letting the tip graze her clit I passing. She shuddered, then settled back down onto the table. Letting my hot breath play across her pussy, I resumed my licking and assaulted her erect clit causing Chloe to scream out in pleasure. Gradually I wrapped my lips around the base and sucked inward, causing it to leap into my mouth much like a small cock. As my lips reached the base and formed a ring, I slowly started to exert pressure with my teeth. Her breathing became ragged and she started to gasp for breath…I lightly scraped my tongue across the tip while increasing pressure with my teeth until I thought that I would bite her clit off. Her back arched and hips thrust forward, muscles in her thighs stretching and twitching as she tried to shove more of her sex into my mouth. The muscles I her stomach started to ripple, her breasts heaved as she gasped “Oh Gooooood…Oh Gawd” and released her juices all over the table and herself. She rested, then reached down with her fingers to work the juices around her pussy and asshole. Chloe rolled over, pushing her ass into the air, lubricating juices plainly visible and inserted two fingers into her asshole, wiggling them around in the process. “Would Sir like to fuck my ass?” she asked… Jeez, been in the house for five hours and I still have three nights to go. If this is paradise, then let me stay in Topeka (God forbid). I moved to the side of the table and slid my hand down to replace hers. Crooking two fingers I slowly wet them in her pussy, working them in and out to get them fully coated. I trailed them across the sensitive spot between her pussy and asshole eliciting a low moan of pleasure, then slowly worked the two fingers into her ass. While I was doing this, she reached back to my hardening cock and slowly began to stroke it, ever so lightly, cupping her fingers to form a sheath that stretched down me like a band of feathers. Her touch was so light around the head that it felt like the breeze gently beating me off, making me harder by the second until the head was purple and throbbing with each heartbeat. Slowly she drew her fingers across that special spot where the head bulges out from the shaft, sending shivers down my spine and a surge of pleasure through my balls. They tightened as the shaft grew to a stiffness I had never known before. Chloe coaxed me towards her head, and as I moved up she slowly drew my cock towards her mouth, blowing her hot breath across the tip and licking her lips in anticipation. As she coaxed me closer, her hand shifted lower to grasp the base of my cock and balls, drawing me inexorably closer to what I knew must be paradise. As I drove my fingers alternately in and out of her pussy and ass, her mouth enveloped my cock in a heat and wetness that can only be described as a liquid inferno. She moved her lips and tongue with the finesse of a practiced master (or mistress), finding that special spot at the bottom of the head where she bared her teeth and gently nibbled, then laved the head with gentle swirls of the tongue, drawing me deeper into her mouth. Chloe took one of her hands and pulled mine to her ass, motioning me to add another finger and stretch the pucker to accept the inevitable. I added a third finger to the mix and thrust into her, she pushing back against my hand like a demon possessed. “Oh, God, that fills me up…now wiggle them and stretch me more” I made my three fingers into a cone shape and slowly pushed them into her, not relenting till I was in up to the third knuckle, then slowly started to move the fingers individually. Her bowels opened up and I could feel the tip of her uterus through the narrow membrane when I cupped the fingers forward and could feel the open tube that led to her gut when I moved them towards her spine and gripped. She moaned as I plied my ministrations, gently but forcefully moving my fingers around inside her. “Unhhhhhhhm…I’m cumming” was all she could mouth silently as her body began to tremble and shake, first her thighs, then her stomach and up to her neck muscles which stood out like strings on a tightly strung guitar and quivered as she gasped and tried to suck me into her mouth like one of those cash tubes you see at a bank drive up window. It felt like my balls were being sucked up through my cock and the head felt like it would burst. Chloe quieted down and a smile crossed her lips…beckoning me up onto the table. “Here”, she said, motioning me towards her stretched asshole, “I want you here.” I slid over her lush hips and, grabbing my cock by the base, placed the head at her pucker. I used some massage oil and coated it as I slowly pushed in. Her ass stretched and the head popped past the sphincter muscle, then smoothly moved in. My hips were positioned to thrust upward, towards the thin wall that separated her pussy from my bludgeoning cock. As I eased into her, I could feel every ripple, every beat of her heart as the blood coursed through the vessels around her pussy and ass, milking me to the rhythm of her passion. The heat and slickness were enough to make me groan low in my throat as I moved my upper body to cover hers, my pubic bone pushing against her pussy as I stroked in and out. My chest covered hers, hairs tickling her nipples and eliciting soft mews of pleasure; mouth probing her neck and ears as her breath became ragged and hot. A rosy hued flush crept over her stomach, breasts and neck as my tongue ministered to her starving flesh. Silently she mouthed the words “Deeper, do me deeper and slower”, panting as each word passed her lips. I clamped my mouth over hers, tongue dueling like two rapiers in the hands of expert swordsmen, and silenced her. Her eyes widened and the breath stuck in her mouth as I rolled my hips inward, thrusting deep towards her cervix. I could feel the neck and that elusive space on the top of it as the head penetrated even deeper. She rolled her hips up to meet mine, forcing me even deeper into her steaming depths, then gasped as a mild orgasm took over her body. I rolled Chloe over and without disengaging, began a thrusting motion that carried me to the rear of her passage. I could feel the neck of the bowel alternately clamping and rippling as my cock head passed over the superheated surface. Kissing her neck from behind, then twisting her head so I could kiss her lips, I thrust hard into her, releasing my load of cum deep inside. The contractions were immense, pouring ropes of jism deep into her intestines, laving the insides and my cock with hot lubrication. Her pussy and asshole both started to throb with the tempo of my cumming, then a clear liquid spurted out of her pussy onto the table, bathing our loins in delicious lubricating fluids. After a minute or two, when our breathing slowed to a deep, sated pace, we locked lips again in a passionate kiss that told me that she was truly mine while I stayed there. We disengaged and then went into the kitchen to get some water to slake our thirsts. I didn’t even feel the first two going down my parched throat as the sweat evaporated from my body. “What would Master like next?” Chloe asked. At this point, I did not care, just as long as we did it together. “Would you like to sample the spa and the pleasures that go along with it?” I could not resist her invitation and followed her through the office area to a secluded, fenced in area at the rear of the house. “No one can see us here”, she said as she pushed the to off the large hot tub. Naked she entered the tub and then motioned for me to join her. As I stepped to the edge of the tub she took warm water and splashed it over my cock and balls, gently swirling her hand over them to wash me off. As I stood to enter the spa, her mouth found the tip of my cock, gently blowing across it to dry it off. Her hand moved under my balls to my ass and she gently probed my hole with her finger. There was enough lubrication left from our previous coupling that it easily slid into the first knuckle as she took my cock into her mouth. She slid the finger into the second knuckle as her mouth descended towards the base and as the palm of her hand bottomed out against my ass, her nose pressed into the curls above my now turgid cock. I could feel the back of her tongue and throat as she swallowed me deep in her mouth. With a synchronicity worthy of a finely tuned orchestra, she bobbed her head up and down on my cock while she thrust deep in my ass, fingering my prostate and building an incredible pressure inside me. “Come into the tub with me” she mouthed as she looked up across my stomach and chest, her deep blue eyes locking with mine. I moved into the tub and sat in a relining recess as she turned on the jets to massage my weary body. Chloe moved over me slowly, straddling my body with hers, and leaned down to kiss me deeply, parrying back and forth with her tongue and mine. I sighed as she slid forward, placing my prick at the entrance to her pussy and slid down its length, absorbing it till our pubic bones touched. “I don’t let men cum inside my pussy” Chloe said, “but after what you did for me tonight, I want to feel you spurt deep inside me.” Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she began a movement inside her pussy that rippled from the base tot he tip inside her, stroking it like a hidden, hot, wet glove back and forth. She stayed still for about ten minutes, just stroking me from inside her pussy while she kissed and licked me across the face, neck and chest. Suddenly she stiffened, then kissed me deeper, as I felt a hot liquid bathing my cock, and she came a deep, satisfying cum while riding me. Her breathing steadied and she looked me in the eyes and started to move up and down on my pole taking me from the entrance of her pussy to the deepest recesses. I laid back and looked up at her. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take right now” was all I could say. “Don’t worry, let me take over and please you, Master” uttered Chloe. “I want to ride you till you cum inside me again.” She rode my cock for the better part of a half hour before I felt the stirrings of cum loading in my balls. She must have felt the rapid expanding of my cock head in her pussy as she reached down into the water and grabbed my balls, squeezing lightly so the urge to cum was erased. “Not yet, Master…I want you to feel this all over your body” I settled down as she continued her rocking back and forth on my now semi-hard cock, bringing the blood back to my nether regions. “Here, let me try this on you” as Chloe reached under a towel and brought out a slender, cocked shaped vibrator, pushing it towards my asshole. I felt the head enter as she turned on the pseudo-phallus, my insides turning to jelly as she insinuated it into my ass. She tilted it up towards the base of my balls, slowly stroking it over my prostate from the inside. The vibrations had me quivering with expectation as the pressure built inside me, my balls feeling like they were going to literally explode. “Hold on while I milk you” she said as the velvety inner muscles of her pussy took over on my cock, stroking it with a fierceness that I had never experienced as I could tell she was bearing down on her insides. My mouth dropped open as the exquisite feeling swept over me, tingling and trembling from the tip of my toes to my head. The head of my cock expanded like never before and it felt like I was going to pour forth molten lava from the tip. As she felt the head expand, Chloe thrust the vibrator against the hidden gland inside me and tightened her inner muscles around my cock and thrusting mee as deep as she could into her pussy. Her body started to tremble as mine shook, both of us mumbling incoherently, eyes tightly pressed shut….Our release was simultaneous, shaking and quivering from head to toes, each trying to climb into each other’s bodies as we came. I opened my eyes, looked into hers and saw a visage of satisfaction. Chloe hugged me tighter and squeezed her inner muscles once more, milking the last of the cum from my balls. As I began to speak, she crossed my lips with her fingers and hushed me…. “Master, we have to go to bed now” was all she spoke. Topeka Ch. 02 For those who have not read part I, those events took part pretty much as I have told them….part II compresses the remainder of this visit and two subsequent visits into one story line for the sake of brevity. The events all took place, and the participants are real, its just that I didn’t feel like writing an interminably long epistle that has many parts that are not integral to the story line.) My eyes were heavy laden as we left the hot tub and toweled off. Once dry, the cool air bathed our bodies and we ran (more like shuffled) towards the upstairs bedroom that Chloe called the “Master” suite. We crawled into bed and, hugging together for warmth, slowly drifted off to sleep. Towards morning I felt an urge to move about a little and as I awoke, felt hot breath on my rapidly hardening cock. Looking down I could make out the outline of Chloe’s head as it moved slowly up and down on me. Within a few seconds, the feeling of a quick cum started curling my toes and I stiffened, sending my thick white cream on its journey down her throat. She smiled and looked up at me, still holding my cock between her lips as she drew out the last vestiges of cum from the tip. “I hope that Master is pleased” was all she said as the white liquid swirled around her tongue. With that she moved over me and proceeded to give me a deep tongue kiss, forcing much of the milky whiteness into my mouth. I had never tasted my own cum before, but I swallowed as she shared my load with me, bringing a satisfied smile to her lips. “I hope you like that, Master, because I have a couple of surprises for you while you stay here.” I just laid back, staring at the ceiling with a blank look on my face, wondering what this submissive vixen had in her mind for the next two days. ***** I did not have long to wait to find out what lay (pardon the pun) in store for me. I went to work the following day at the retirement facility where we were building an addition and struggled to keep going through the day. My foreman, Ed, asked if I had a bad flight in as my eyes looked like two piss holes in the snow and I looked like hell, according to him. I didn’t have the heart to tell him what I stumbled into as his beautiful wife Vickie appeared to be taking care of him at home quite well, thank you. We wrapped up around four in the afternoon, temperatures hovering around 90 with a dry breeze drifting over the city. I had recovered sufficiently to remember my name and the directions to Chloe’s B&B, and to stop and pick up something special for her. I stopped by a local adult oriented retail establishment (there is only one in anal retentive, again, pardon the pun, Topeka) and picked out some playthings that I wanted to use to spice up the evening. I arrived at the house and met Sher, short for Sherry, a friend of Chloe’s who occasionally worked to help out. Sher was about 5’7, well stacked, round, lush hips that were meant to cradle a man. In her mid 30’s, she was divorced with two kids at home. Chloe told me that Sher was going to need some training to help with a plan that Chloe had to use the B&B as a meeting place for people who wanted to get away and practice the gentle art of BDSM without prying eyes. She had checked things out on the internet and found a good demand to supplement the regular tourist-y traffic. My brand of BDSM, as a practitioner, is not to inflict pain or force the action, but to gently coax, cajole and mentally coerce my subs into wanting to perform and please me. As a result, I use restraints, gags, and other typical toys associated with the practice not as a prime motivator, but as a supplemental factor in prolonging sensations; restricting movement while I pleasure the sub; or enticements for heightening awareness and sensitivity. Some practitioners scoff at the idea of a “Gentle Dom”, however anyone who truly understands the are knows that the Dom is only as good as the sub who performs with him (or her). Since I would rather have my sub be pleased and orgasm’d out of their skull instead of whipping them, I use reverse methodology to bring about results. Chloe had never experienced this, and after talking it over with Sher, had decided that I needed a new subject to demonstrate these skills. Sher and I excused ourselves for a few minutes and strolled around the immaculate grounds, talking and sharing some ideas. As we strolled through the garden, I learned that she was abused by an alcoholic husband she had been married to for about nine years. After finally succeeding in getting rid of him, she and her teenage kids moved into a small apartment on the other side of town. She didn’t make much on her day job, so she was working with Chloe to put something extra into the pot, so to speak. I faced her, took both hands in mine, and looked deep into her sparkling grey eyes. “Sher, knowing what you have told me about your past, are you sure that you want to submit to me tonight?” “I guess so”, she said. “After talking to Chloe and meeting you, I kind of trust you and want to see if I can get pleasure out of submitting instead of just getting beat up.” “Then it’s settled”, I said, “we will talk to Chloe and begin your training into how to serve a Master and make your actions pleasing to him.” We walked back into the house and Chloe was waiting for us in the dining room, eyes downcast, but with a hint of a smile on her lips. I crossed the floor and lifted her chin with two fingers of my right hand and used the other to caress her cheek. “Yes, Chloe, your gift to me is more than acceptable and I will be happy to work with both of you.” Her blue eyes danced, reflecting the stained glass and other objects in them. I leaned forward and kissed her lightly, dragging my tongue over her lips. I looked at Sher and motioned for her to join us. Taking her chin lightly in my palm, I directed her mouth toward Chloe’s and told her to kiss her mistress to show how much she appreciated being shared and taught. They melted together in an embrace that left my pants tented out in a strategic location, breathing heavily into each other’s mouth as their tongues danced back and forth. Chloe reached down and grasped Sher’s hand, guiding it to my now hard cock, lightly dancing over the fabric and tracing the outline through my pants. Sher hesitated for a moment, then pushed a little harder against my pants with her hand and shivered ever so slightly. “First things first”, I said as I broke their reverie, “is we have to change out of these clothes into something more comfortable. Then I want to have a shower and get something to eat.” I looked over to Sher and told her to go upstairs and prepare the shower while I had a word or two with Chloe. I wanted to know how far Chloe expected me to go tonight with her friend, and if she wanted to join in as a Mistress for the evening. “Go as far as you want,” Chloe said, “and tonight Sher belongs to you alone. Tomorrow night I will join you both and we will share our pleasures.” I went up to the Master suite where Sher was waiting for me, eyes looking towards the floor and hands neatly folded in front of her in the traditional “fig leaf” pose. She shuffled a bit and looked up for a moment, then quickly looked down again. “Uh…you want me to undress you?” she stammered. “Yes”, I said through gritted teeth as I quickly moved forward and lowered my hand to her ass, spanking her just once with a powerful stroke. “And when you talk to me, you may call me Sir or Master, or you will get more of this. Do you understand?” “Yes” she whispered under her breath. My hand came down once again. “Yes…What?” “Y…yes M..master” she whimpered, a single tear running down her cheek from the corner of her eye. I leaned forward and kissed away the tear, then lightly stroked her ass where I had spanked her. “Now, undress me and get my water going for my shower” I said. “And while you are at it, get undressed yourself and get ready to bathe me.” “Yes, S…Sir, I will” was the subdued response. She reached forward and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it aside and out of my pants, then proceeded to take off my under shirt. I stopped her and said that I would take off her corresponding clothing as she undressed me. I reached out and unbuttoned her blouse savoring the milky whiteness of her skin in the valley between her breasts. A rosy blush started to make itself known as I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her breast bone, then trailed my tongue upwards to her neck and adams apple. I reached around her body and felt my way to the clasp that was holding her bra in place. Working with just the dexterity of my fingers, I worked the hooks apart and let the silky material fall away from her bodice. Her breasts were heavenly for a woman with two kids…not quite pert and perky, but not sagging either. The nipples rose from the tips like pencil erasers, just begging to be nibbled on. I reached down and cupped the left breast in my hand, squeezing from the base upward to the nipple. A small gasp escaped her lips as my thumb and forefinger wrapped around the nipple, pinching it lightly and pulling it towards my mouth. My lips encircled the areola as I sucked the entire breast into my mouth and used my tongue to play with her nipple. My other hand was milking the right breast, pinching and pulling the tip upward and out away from her body. She stood transfixed and just gasped at the sensation, rolling her eyes back into her head and breathing rapidly. I stepped into the shower, pulling Sher behind me and pushing her under the stinging warm water. “Now, when you bathe a man, here is what you will be expected to do” I explained. I washed her back and massaged the muscles deeply with my fingertips, then let my hands drift lower to her hips, which I massaged with my thumbs and brought a small cry from her lips as I hit one of those elusive erogenous spots. Spreading my fingers I moved across her ass and worked my hand under her crotch to her pussy. Taking some soap in my hand, I lathered the cloth and slowly worked it around bringing moans of pleasure. “Think of it like this” I said, “what I am doing to you, you need to do to your master, bringing him to the peak of pleasure while you bathe him.” “Ohhh gooooooood” she moaned, “I..I…I understand” “Now, it’s your turn to do me”, I said and handed Sher the soap and cloth. “Start at the top of the back and work your way down, use your fingers and massage as you go to loosen him up, then reach through his legs or around him to stroke him to hardness. When you do, press against him with your tits and don’t be afraid to lick and kiss his neck and ears”. “Y..yessss, Master, I will.” Softly and gently she proceeded to bathe me under the shower, saving the area around my cock and balls for the last. I was hard as a steel spike by the time she had her hand wrapped around me and was running it up and down on me. Then, as the soap suds were washed away, Sher got down on her knees and drew the end into her velvety mouth, circling it with her tongue. “Be careful”, I admonished , “we don’t want that thing to go off too soon”. ”Would you like a hotter, wetter place for it, Sir?” Sher replied. My response was something along the lines of “What do you think?”, which led to her moving to the side of the shower and leaning up against the wall. Sher spread her legs and pushed her ass backwards towards me, warm water cascading off her body as she shivered in expectation. I moved forward and rubbed the tip up and down across her pussy. I could feel the heat and see the additional wetness around the splayed lips. I teased her for a minute or two, reaching through her legs to run my fingers across her throbbing clitoris, now peeking out freely from the silky sheath that imprisoned it. She moaned as I brought my fingers across the very tip and made unintelligible, guttural sounds in her throat as I captured it by the base and worked my fingers up and down its length like stroking off a small cock. Sher’s knees grew weak and I could see her tremble and shake as a small orgasm overtook her, but she held her position against the wall without moving from the spot. Returning to her pussy, as the trembling subsided, I pushed into her pussy from behind, slowly savoring the heat and tightness as it swallowed me inch by inch. I felt my pubic hairs mash up against her and then started a slow withdrawal, just to the tip and began my entrance again. We continued like this for several minutes, her trembling not ceasing and the low guttural sounds slowly turning into a wail that was rapidly reaching a crescendo that could be heard throughout the B&B. I felt the pressure building up against my balls as I worked in and out of Sher, then as she peaked and her body started moving uncontrollably, I pulled out and stepped out of the shower. “But, but Master, you didn’t cum” Sher said with trembling lips and a tear forming in her eye. “Weren’t you pleased with me?” “I am more than pleased” I said, “ but I am going to save my cum for later when we can get more comfortable and I can reward you for your perfornance”. “Now, get dried off and don’t put anything on except for an apron, my sweets. It is time for you and I to get dinner.” “Yes Sir” she intoned meekly as she dried herself off. After about five minutes we descended the grand staircase in the foyer, hand in hand, and headed for the kitchen. Chloe was there, watching some TV when we came in. Chloe’s face held a cheshire cat like grin that, unlike the story, was pasted from ear to ear. “I heard how the lesson went” she said, “ are you satisfied with my helper here at the house?” “More than satisfied” I said, “ and are you ready for Sher to fix us dinner?” “Very ready” Chloe said as she crossed the kitchen to check out Sher’s abbreviated wardrobe. “Mmmmm….very ready” as her hand disappeared under the apron and Sher’s eyes opened wide, looking to me for guidance, but not uttering a word. Part III is dinner and ?….but you’ll have to wait for a while to savor the feast that was served and the rest of the evening….sbt! Topeka Ch. 03 For those who have not read part I, those events took part pretty much as I have told them….parts II and III compress the remainder of this visit and two subsequent visits into one story line for the sake of brevity. The events all took place, and the participants are real, its just that I didn’t feel like writing an interminably long tome that has too many parts that don’t contribute to the story line. Besides, judging from the feedback that I have been getting on the first parts, y’all like to get to the erotic parts without delay Sher’s deep green eyes looked to me, imploring, as Chloe’s hand made its way under the apron that barely covered her breasts and pussy. “Mmmm, something is very hot down here, Master” Chloe said, matter of factly, “very hot indeed.” Sher’s mouth started to gape as a rosy hue overtook her upper body and the tendons on the side of her neck started to bulge. She stood there, transfixed, as Chloe’s fingers did their magic dance under the apron. Her eyes rolled back into the sockets and her breathing became raspy as her hips began a slow thrusting in time with Chloe’s fingers. “Ohhhhh myyyyy Godddddd!” Sher shuddered, “Ummmmph….ahhhh, I’m cumming again.” Her legs betrayed her as she slumped against the sink and my body. Sher looked first to me and then to Chloe and muttered a silent thank you. I lifted Chloe’s fingers to my lips and sucked them one by one, tasting the sweet juices that Sher left there. Chloe reached over to me and stroked my rapidly hardening prick lightly… “I hope that made you happy, Sir” she intoned. “Most definitely,” I said, “most definitely. Now, let’s proceed to have some dinner.” I stood at the sink while Sher and Chloe busied themselves at the duties of getting some food. We took stock of what was in the large mid-temp reach in refrigerator and found that we had some left over tenderloin, some salad with a nice raspberry vinegarette dressing and some assorted cheeses and bries. While we heated up the meat and prepared the rest of the sumptuous repast I took the liberty of bending Sher across the front edge of the sink and let my hands travel under the apron to flick at her budding nipples. She moaned quietly, not wanting to show her increasing arousal, but her hips betrayed her feelings as she gently but firmly pushed back onto my prick. I pulled the front of my sweats down a little to free my hardness from its confines and let it drift between her ass cheeks till it was forced out the front of her thighs rubbing on the underside of her engorged pussy lips. “Ahem, Master, the meat is done” Chloe informed us. “It’s time to go to the table and be served. “ Chloe and I went to take out places at the head of the table, facing each other across the dark polished oak surface. Sher proceeded to bring in the dinner, one dish at a time, salad course coming first with some bits of cheese. Chloe and I looked into each other’s eyes as Sher served us, pausing at our places to kiss us both and share her near naked beauty. As she served me, I reached up and freed one of her breasts from the confines of her apron and gently sucked and licked towards the swollen nipple. Sher groaned as my ministrations increased and my hand started an inexorably slow journey from her breast down to her still dripping pussy. I let my fingertips play lightly across the matted hairs on her nether lips, tickling her a little and causing her to stand on her tip-toes to evade my gentle probing. My finger found the tip of her engorged clit and began to draw lazy circles around it causing her to gasp aloud and then settle down onto my hand, forcing two of my fingers into her blazing hot pussy. Wetness surrounded them as I tunneled upwards, crooking my finger to find that elusive spot at the back side of her aching clit. Her thighs locked together and she shuddered once more, then slumped into the chair adjacent to me. I looked across the table to Chloe… “Your choice pleases me greatly”, I said, “and I can’t wait till we retire to the Master suite. You are invited to join us if you wish.” Chloe feigned tiredness and asked that she be excused from my teaching sessions with Sher. “She is all yours, Sir, and I am sure that she will continue to please you as she has pleased me.” We finished our dinners and Sher cleared the table for us. Chloe excused herself and said that she had to go upstairs and get some sleep because there was a lot to do to get ready for an event coming up the next weekend. That left Sher and I to take care of the dishes. Once in the kitchen, we went to the sink again and I started a pan of sudsy water to wash them in. Sher came up behind me and reached around the front of my sweats and took out my cock, stroking it lightly from the base to the tip. I started to harden and then a drop of precum presented itself at the opening of the slit. Sher felt the slick fluid starting to escape and turned me around, still holding firmly onto my prick. She looked into my eyes questioning her next actions without saying anything. I nodded and she slowly bent over and slipped my cock into her warm mouth. I felt her tongue circling the head, probing under the rim and then travelling down the underside with a licking motion. She gently squeezed my balls, forcing more precum out to the end, and her lips traveled back to the tip. Sher reached out for the precious fluid with the tip of her tongue, stringing it between us like a spiders web. I moaned again, seeing this absolute submissive gesture and pulled her face up to mine. I kissed her full on the mouth and tasted my own fluids, swapping them back and forth between our dueling tongues. My hands were still covered with the suds from the wash and I brought them to the top of her apron and started to stroke her breasts. Her nipples seemed to grow with each gentle milking motion from the base of her breast to the nipple, until they reached the stiffness and color of one of those round pink erasers we used to have in school. I let my lips travel downward, taking one of the nipples in my mouth, sucking the entire areola into my mouth, then wrapping my tongue around the very tip. I drew back until just the turgid nipple remained in my mouth, then bit down lightly, gradually increasing the pressure until I heard a sharp intake of breath and hissing from Sher’s lips. Her hand returned to my now rigid cock, stroking it roughly back and forth like she was a demon possessed. “Not so hard, my lovely, you will have all evening to take care of me and serve my needs.” “Oh god, Master, I need you now” she growled, “you have been teasing me all evening and driving me up the wall with all the cumming I’ve done and you haven’t demanded anything in return.” She glared at my face, her nostrils flaring and hot breath hitting my bare chest as she sought one of my nipples with her lips and teeth, “I have to have you inside me filling me with your hot cum…and soon…or I’ll just melt.” “I told you that I treat my subs well, and get them to want to submit by giving them the most pleasure that I can. Now, do you believe it?” “God, yessss” she hissed back at me. “You and Chloe have been driving me up a wall with pleasure…now let’s go upstairs and make me take you.” I turned out the lights, and as I grasped Sher’s hand, she stood on her toes and kissed me deeply, dropping her apron from between us so I felt her breasts pushing against my chest. The heat and sensations were indescribable as the nipples slowly dragged across my hairy chest, tickling both of us as we moved together. Sher bit my lower lip sensuously, sucking it into her mouth and then running her tongue across my teeth. Her groin pushed against mine as we started a slow dance of lust that gradually took us towards the back staircase. Giggling, Sher reached back and pulled me up the stairs; me gazing upwards to her taut ass and pussy peeking out between her legs. When we got to the Master suite, I turned on the lights that were located on the wall by the massive posts on the four poster bed. I grabbed Sher and half threw, half lifted her on to the thick mattress and frame. She landed on her back, with legs splayed lewdly towards the bottom of the bed, hands lying askew by her hair, flowing over the oversize pillows. I pulled off my sweats allowing my cock to spring free and stand out from by body at a 90 degree angle, throbbing with each beat of my heart. I crawled onto the bed and over Sher’s prone body, letting my seven and a half inches drag across her torso as I approached her chest and neck. I leaned in and started a slow suck/nibbling motion across the top of her chest and agonizingly slowly approached the side of her neck and ear. As I crawled on top of her, I reached up and grabbed her wrists, directing them to the silky ropes that held back the canopy that surrounded the bed. I slid the loop end over first one, then the other, spreading her arms across the double bed and giving her very little room to wiggle around. I used my tongue as a rudder as I slid back down her body, licking and kissing her exposed flesh as I approached her thighs and on down to her feet. I licked each toe and between them as I got to the bottom of the bed and then slipped a noose around each ankle, snugging it tight to the posts at the foot of the bed. “Now you are going to experience what makes my subs want to come back to me and stay loyal to my commands” I whispered, just loud enough to allow Sher to hear. I stood up and went to my suitcase, pulling out a blindfold and some other implements that I was to use on her that evening. The cool air hit her body, raising goosebumps across her flesh. Sher bit her lip and thrashed her head from side to side as I slipped the blindfold over her eyes, then put a set of headphones on her ears, effectively blocking any sound from reaching her. She moaned and started licking her lips as if she was suddenly parched, nostrils flaring with anticipation. I grabbed a length of stout 3/8 inch rope and approached her from the side. I made a lasso and slipped it over the base of her left breast, then wound it up towards the tip, tightening each coil as it arose until only the areola and nipple was visible. I went to the other side of the bed and proceeded to wrap the other breast in the same manner. When I was finished, I leaned over and gently nipped at the now distended tip bringing a squeal of pleasure from her lips. Her hips were thrusting into the air as if fucking an invisible cock as I continued my ministrations on her breasts. I tightened the restraints a little more, further immobilizing her and forcing the thrusting into a circular motion. I noted that her pussy was leaking copious amounts of sweet fluid onto the bedspread as I stroked my hands up and down the inside of her thighs, just brushing the bottom of her pussy on the upstroke. Then, I pulled away and left her alone on the bed, devoid of touch and warmth. I turned and went to the suitcase and pulled out two pink ostrich feathers. I turned back towards Sher and crossed the floor to the bed. Reaching with the tip of the feathers, I let them flow slowly across her stomach and top of her thighs, tickling her with soft caresses. The muscles on her stomach rippled involuntarily as I stroked her, sinews on the inside of her thighs standing taut as guitar strings and trembling as if I was plucking each one individually. Her pussy was leaking profusely, even more than before as I continued my ministrations, bringing her to a crescendo of pleasure. I backed off and sat down in a chair, letting Sher’s libido cool and leaving her to wonder what is coming next and when. (I have discovered that sensory deprivation can be both frightening and an aphrodisiac at the same time. The anticipation of the unknown can leave the sub trembling with anticipation while you plot the next move). After doing nothing for several minutes, I approached the bed and gently put pressure on the mattress. Sher’s head whipped towards the spot where I placed my hand. Quickly I went to the other side of the bed and repeated the pressure, and Sher’s head whipped the other direction. I went to the foot of the bed and exerted pressure between her feet and Sher craned her neck towards her legs looking from side to side as if trying to see who or what was approaching. I allowed her to search through the blindfold then slowly crept up towards the juncture of her thighs. Using just the tip of my tongue, I started tracing circles on the inside of her thighs. Sher eased back onto the pillow and sighed contentedly, knowing that I was there. I approached her pussy with my mouth, wetting my lips as I approached. My tongue flicked out and just caught the soft lips with it. My fingers eased into her hot hole and stroked inward as I moved up across her clit and took it into my mouth like a small cock, sucking it in and out as I fingered her. Her hips thrashed up and down rapidly as I stroked and sucked her pussy, her head rolling from side to side as she mouthed unintelligible sounds. I reached up with my other hand and pinched her nipple, now distended with blood and pleasure. Her pussy started to spasm with a pending orgasm and I withdrew quickly, leaving her suspended on a plateau of pleasure and anticipation. Her hips continued to thrust upwards and I could see her pussy gaping like a fish out of water, opening and closing with each thrust. Again, I sat down and rested for a few minutes, waiting for her to come down from her sexual high, but this time I busied myself with my own cock and balls. I reached into my bag of tricks and pulled out a cock and ball stretcher, buttoning it over my sack and around the girth of my cock. Within seconds the veins began to stand out and the head bulged, growing more with each heartbeat. Crossing the floor, I started to undo Sher’s hands and feet, then pulled the headphones off her head. I whispered for her to leave her blindfold on and to let herself go with me, that she would finally get her chance to please me any way she wanted. I laid back on the bed, my cock standing rigid in the air and took her hand, directing it to me. She gripped the shaft, then leaned towards the tip, engulfing it with her mouth. She pulled me as far into her mouth as she could, sucking with a force that pulled more blood into my prick and distending it even more. I reached over and tweaked a nipple, still bound and hard, with my fingernails, eliciting a moan of pain and pleasure as I pinched. She took me in deeper till I felt the crown pass her throat muscles, then she started to make motions like she was swallowing. As she used her throat to milk my cock her fingers drifted towards my asshole, slowly circling the bud with an increasing pressure. Her finger wormed its way past the sphincter muscle and reached deep inside, curling to the base of the prostate. She located the gland and began an in and out motion, massaging it and putting immense pressure on me to cum. The leather strap around my cock and balls was doing its job, however, and though I felt the spasms of orgasm, I did not cum. Sher, feeling the cock head expand in her mouth was ready to receive my hot jizz, and moaned in anticipation of the thick cream. When it did not come out she looked towards me, cocking her head like a puppy questioning its master. I told her to take off the blindfold and see what she had done to me. Off it came and she stared blankly at my now thoroughly distended cock, thicker and longer than it had been, veins popping out on the side giving it a texture that was sure to please the inside of her pussy walls. Sher pulled herself up and moved over the top of my pelvis, aiming my cock at her hot, wet hole. Without any preliminaries Sher lowered herself onto my now purple cock and began riding it back and forth, up and down and sideways, not slowing down for over 15 minutes. I felt her insides release juice at least twice while she rode me, but my restraints kept me hard and did not allow me to cum. Finally, with her head rolling from side to side, she reached under her pussy to the juncture of our groins and she released the restraints from my cock and balls. I felt the blood rush and at the same time felt another flow of orgasmic juices begin. At this point I could not hold back any longer and as she came, I shot rope after rope deep inside her cunt, splashing her inner walls with my sperm. She groaned and fell forward onto my chest, panting and out of breath, pussy still milking the last of my cum from my cock. “Do you always fuck your subbies on the first date?” Sher groaned. “Only if they’re good, Sher, only if they’re good”. I never made it back to Topeka after we finished the construction projects. I understand that Chloe has made a real success of the B&B, restoring it to the splendor like when it was built and even expanding it with a guest house. It is still there…and so is she.