10 comments/ 52093 views/ 5 favorites B.D.S.M. Best Damn Sex for Months By: Cause n effect Chapter 1 On any given day, London is packed with businessmen. All going about their various jobs with dreams of that big break, that one deal, which may lead to bigger things. On this day, the 21st of May 2004, Carl Striker was leaving a board meeting and heading into a future he wasn’t ready for. Carl was the type who took his job very seriously, and nothing was more important to him than his work. He was a pragmatic man; sure of the path he was going down, and unwilling to accept failure. He'd been married in the past, but that ended after just two years. In fact he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to try and settle down again, especially after the painful separation. He now had a long weekend to look forward to and headed towards the underground. Pretty soon he was on a train and nearing Euston Station, which is where he would catch his final ride home. Although he couldn't have known it, this was where an adventure of a lifetime, was about to begin. Sitting on one of the many benches scattered around Euston Station, he unfolded his newspaper and began to read while he waited for his ride home. After just thirty seconds he could hear sniffling coming from behind him, and turned to find an attractive petite young lady crying on a bench. She was alone, and at first he returned to his newspaper, thinking that it was none of his business. The more she cried however, the more he felt obliged to find out if he could be of service. So after folding his newspaper up again, he walked over to the young lady. “Excuse me love, but is there anything I can do, you look quite distressed?” he said, looking around and feeling awkward. The young lady looked up, with the tears still running down her cheeks. She was stunned that someone was being kind to her. The man's accent was warm and gentle. “Thank you, but no. I'm in a bit of a mess since losing my passport and to cap it off my traveller’s cheques have been stolen,” she said, wiping her eyes for the third time. “Oh…you are in a bad way aren't you? Have you reported it to the police?” asked Carl, taking a seat next to her. “Yes, but they don't hold out much hope of getting them back, which leaves me stranded in London. I have to return to the states in a week, but as my airline tickets were in my passport wallet, well, you know,” she said, looking down at her feet. Carl couldn't help but notice how she was dressed at that point, for her short but slender legs were only partially covered by a flimsy skirt. She wore a jacket, but from what he could see, she had a very attractive figure. He suddenly felt guilty for such thoughts, and was determined to help this woman in anyway he could. “So, you're an American then?” he said, for want of something better to say. “Half…my father was English but my Mother was American,” she replied, getting out another tissue. “Um, well look, first of all what’s your name?” said Carl, getting to his feet. “Vella, Vella West,” she replied. “Well Vella, I may not be able to give you your traveller’s cheques back, but British chivalry is still alive and kicking,” he said, reaching out a hand. “I have a spare room you can stay in until you figure something out, that’s if you think you can trust me?” he said, looking into her eyes. Vella looked back at her Knight, and smiled. “I think you have a very honest face,” she said, taking hold of his hand. Though she was a bit leery, she just didn’t have the strength to fight the system any longer. Going home with this handsome man didn’t seem half as scary as wandering the streets alone. Soon after that Carl’s train was pulling out of Euston Station, and he was explaining to Vella that he lived just twenty miles outside London and that the train was a more convenient means by which to travel. They sat opposite each other in the carriage, which gave Carl the opportunity to witness just how attractive Vella really was. She'd unfastened her jacket to reveal a quite beautiful bust line, and one that Carl couldn't help but notice. In fact his thoughts were becoming quite erotic, until she began to speak. “So what do you do, when you're not rescuing damsels in distress?” she enquired, smiling. Carl avoided eye contact for a moment, fully aware that he'd been staring. “I'm in the car industry, or more precisely I try to sell our vehicles abroad. What do you do for a living?” he replied, noticing how carefully she crossed her legs. “Until recently I was a model, but I don't think it’s the life for me. There seems to be too many sleazy characters involved, and since my husband died I've been struggling to find something that I enjoy doing,” she said, noticing Carl’s blue eyes. “Your husband died? I'm sorry to hear that,” replied Carl, genuinely saddened to hear this news from such a young person. “It’s ok, he died over a year ago now in a boating accident, and I've pretty much gotten over it. We were never that close to begin with, and to be honest I think we only married because it was the “DONE,” thing,” she said, emphasizing the word done with two hands making the sign of quotation marks. By the time they'd reached Carl’s apartment, he knew quite a bit about this young lady and looked forward to learning more. ______ She was exhausted. The emotional stress of fighting bureaucracy had taken its toll on her but she still managed to be surprised by the warmth and beauty of Carl’s home. Funny what we Americans consider old, when these charming homes are hundreds of years older than anything we have, she thought. Carl turned to Vella as he unlocked the door. “Please excuse the house, I recently lost my cleaning girl to pregnancy and I don’t have a domestic bone in my body,” he intoned. She just smiled softly, looking into his mesmerizing eyes. “I’m sure that the generosity you have shown me will far outweigh any clutter.” He opened the door and the soft light from the hallway spilled out onto the doorstep, bathing Vella in its yellow warmth. She stepped over the threshold and waited for Carl to motion her inside. “Would you care for a libation? You’ve had a long day and I’m sure you are in need of some relaxation.” “I would love a drink, Carl. What ever you have on hand would be more than welcome.” He turned down the hall and walked into a posh room. The walls were covered with books. The chairs were thick and deep; they seemed to invite Vella to sit on them. As she took a seat, her eyes roamed over the room. All the woodwork was heavy and dark. A desk dominated the far end of the room, large and imposing. There was an old fashioned typewriter on it with paper in between its old rollers. The air in the room exuded a masculine scent. She knew there was not one feminine touch in here and it made her feel at home. Carl moved to the bar and began to mix the drinks. “Vodka, straight up? You have the look of a vodka drinker. I’m a brandy aficionado myself.” “Vodka would be prefect, thank you. This is a beautiful home, Carl. Being in this room makes me feel inconsequential and oddly right at home. Do you write?” she rambled on nervously. He smiled at her, knowing she was a little nervous. He handed her the drink and sat across from her, sipping on his own. His eyes perused her form lasciviously. He just couldn’t seem to help himself. “I do, but only when I have nothing else on my docket. Mostly, I write about export policies and politics, but one day I hope to be able to have the time to work on a novel.” “I certainly don’t have the smarts to write about anything political. In fact, when I was in high school, I was voted the person least likely to read a book,” she laughed self-consciously. The laughter died away and her eyes met with his. Quietly, she whispered. “Carl, this may sound forward of me, even selfish, but would you mind if I spent the night in your bed? I have become so lonely here. I don’t know a soul and…” she choked up, not wanting to cry, she swallowed hard. Carl moved to kneel before her, taking her thin hands in his own. “Vella, if you stay in my bed, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself,” he said hoarsely. “Please Carl; I need to feel wanted, cherished. Thing is, I haven’t been with a man since my husband died. I haven’t been alone my entire life and tonight I just can’t face sleeping by myself.” He stared into her eyes. How could he feel so much for a woman he had only met a very few hours ago? He wondered. He tilted his head. “What would you want from me? I can’t promise you anything but the comfort of my bed and a place to stay until you figure out your passport and financial difficulties. I am a very busy man, Vella. I cherish my time. I swore that I would not become involved with another woman for a very long time and well, this is all rather sudden.” “Carl, I don’t want anything from you but what you are willing to give freely. It’s not my place to ask anything from you. In my life, rather who I am is someone who is told what to do, where to be. Making decisions has been difficult. I am weary to the bone of having to do so,” she cupped his cheek with her hand, “one night, Carl. That’s all I’m asking for. Please help me. I just want to be told that things will be fine. I’m so tired of playing this role of being self-assured. Take me in your arms tonight, Carl.” _______ How could he refuse such a request? “Okay Vella, you can sleep in my bed tonight. But don’t blame me if I can’t keep my hands from you,” he replied, with a grin. Vella just smiled and thought how much she wanted to feel this man’s touch, even for just one night. They watched the television for a couple of hours after that, and didn’t really say much of anything. Carl found himself looking at her from time to time, and wondering what he’d let himself in for. He was also trying to figure out what she meant earlier about being told what to do; he couldn’t imagine giving any partner orders. When he eventually turned the TV off he discovered that Vella had fallen asleep, and no wonder after such a harrowing day. Carefully he picked her up, and found her to be quite light to carry. She never awoke until he placed her on the bed, and then only smiled as he began to undress her. He unbuttoned her blouse and she slipped out of it, and then he gently eased her skirt down her legs and off, placing both on a chair next to the bed. (Carl noticed a small black tattoo on her inner thigh. It looked Chinese in origin. Just two symbols, close together, near her groin) She then got into the bed wearing just panties and a bra, and watched as Carl proceeded to get undressed. First he removed his shirt, and then he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Vella’s eyes never left his body as he began to climb onto the bed, and Carl soon found himself snuggling up close to this affectionate woman. He didn’t see her do it, but when he looked down the bed he discovered she’d removed her bra. She had the most perfect breasts Carl had ever seen, and he couldn’t help but get aroused at seeing them. She made Carl jump as she placed her hand between his thighs, and slowly moved it up until it was brushing his growing bulge. His tight briefs were becoming uncomfortable, and for a moment only, he hesitated to remove them. Once he had, Vella wasted no time in grasping hold of his shaft and stroking him to attention. Before he could react, Vella slid down the bed taking his member with both hands. He looked down the bed and watched as she opened her mouth and slipped his bell end past her lips. Closing his eyes, Carl adored the sensation of her tongue running over and around the tiny hole at the end of his hardened cock. He also couldn’t help but notice how good she was, at doing this particular sexual act. It felt like there were different sensations coming from different parts of his manhood, and he also couldn’t believe how much she was managing to take into her mouth. Carl wasn’t a small person, in fact his cock was in direct proportion to his height and that was 6’2”. Yet, here was a small woman taking a large cock down her throat with consummate ease. He tasted musky and manly. Her nose buried in the hair at the base of his cock. She was devouring him. His every texture, taste and smell was emblazoned upon her memory. Her hands sought out his balls, gently rolling them before sneaking towards his ass. Her mouth followed her hand. Her tongue darted out and flicked at the space between his balls and ass. She could hear him moaning with pleasure. She retraced her steps and looked up to Carl’s face. How handsome he was, she thought. Her lips took purchase over the corona, as her tongue swirled madly. His length slid over her velvety wet tongue and bumped the back of her throat, nearly making her gag. Her jaw was aching and her lips were numb but the feeling of excitement that strummed though him spurned her on. His hands were entwined in her hair, pushing at her head. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe, she heard his voice rumble low. “Come to me Vella,” he demanded “come ride me.” “Yes, Master,” she replied, as she straddled his hips. Her delicate fingers guiding his thickness to her very wet pussy. She teased him, holding herself above him so that the tip of his cock slid over her silken smoothness. Her moans were loud and low. When Carl couldn’t take it a moment longer, he thrust his hips upwards, burying himself in Vella’s tight, wet, warmth. Her scream rent the air. Her nails dug at his chest as she became wild. She rode him with all the energy of a hurricane and just as wildly. Her feet tucked up under his ass and she bucked like a stallion. “Please! Yes! Please, Please let me cum!” she demanded. She could feel him thickening even more. His cock twitched inside her. She was only cognizant of the blazing need for release. She wouldn’t cum until she had permission; this much was ingrained in her. She was nearly sobbing when she heard his jagged voice. “Cum with me Vella!” The spasm that rocked her was like a brilliant light. Warmth rolled over her entire body as he came so deep inside of her. Her thighs tightened around his hips before she collapsed on top of him. They were both breathing raggedly. Their bodies covered with a light sheen of sweat. They slowly came round to a slumberous reality. She smiled softly and placed a kiss on Carl’s cheek. “Thank you. That was wonderful; you are wonderful,” she fairly purred with satiation. “Mmmm, you were wonderful too Vella.” Languidly he wrapped her in his arms and cuddled her gently. “Sleep well, sweet Vella. We will talk in the morning.” They slept deeply. Neither one dreaming for the sensation of fulfilment covered them. Day 2 The sun rose in the sky like a petulant child intent on nagging its parents. Watery sunlight filtered through the drapes and embraced the couple in its tepid warmth. “Vella, are you awake, darling?” asked Carl. “Mmm, yes,” she said as she stretched her limbs like a lazy cat, “good morning, sexy.” “Yes, quite. Vella, last night you said something that confused me. You called me Master while we were making love. Why?” Vella sighed. It had been such a long time since she had to explain her lifestyle. She didn’t want to freak him out but saw no other way around the subject. “Carl, this can be a bit embarrassing. Please don’t judge me until I’ve had my say. When I married my husband, well, we were much like any other couple minus a few things. We loved each other as we loved our friends. Things got really stifled and our sex drive was non-existent. We tried several things, but nothing seemed to work. One day, I read a book about fantasy; about sexual deviancy. You see Carl; I am and always will be submissive. Once I learned about it, I knew, that was the element in my life that was missing.” “And did it improve? Your sex life I mean?” “Oh yes, in fact it was as if we’d only just discovered sex. We experimented and researched on everything we could lay our hands on,” replied Vella. “So, what does it involve?” I mean, is there pain involved or any kinky strange sex, like throwing cream cakes at a guy wearing a Mac,” laughed Carl, and only stopping when he spotted the serious look on Vella’s face. “You’ve clearly never experienced anything other than straight sex, have you?” she said, knowingly. “Okay, I’ll admit that my sex life hasn’t been all that great, but it hasn’t been terrible either,” replied Carl on the defensive. “Well, the key to really enjoying sex is to have an open mind. If you can’t try new things, then your sex life will falter and eventually stall,” commented Vella, as she got out of bed and headed for the shower. Carl sat up thinking about it, not at all sure if it was something that appealed to him. He then spotted Vella in the long wall mirror, situated on the far side of the bathroom. She was behind the open door, and removing her panties and bra before turning on the shower and stepping in. Carl could see every perfect inch of her body, and felt his shaft coming alive, as her soap covered hands began to run up and down her nakedness. He felt a tinge of guilt as he carried on staring, but it was like witnessing an accident, he just couldn’t pull his eyes away. Vella seemed to be putting on a show and it felt so erotic. Her fingers pulled and pinched her breasts, as great globs of soap ran down her bare skin. Carl unconsciously placed his right hand over his bulging cock, feeling the hardness that this show was producing. When her hand suddenly concentrated on her inner thighs, Carl wanted to get up and join her. By the time she’d climbed out of the shower, Carl was feeling extremely horny. Vella came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel, and crossed over to the bed. Pulling the sheets back suddenly, she spotted Carl’s hardened state. “What you just did was another form of sex, and it’s called voyeurism,” she said, trying to make a point. “You mean you knew I was watching?” replied Carl. “Oh yes, do you think I always leave the shower door open. My point though, was that you’re open to new things, you just don’t know it yet,” she said, throwing the covers back over his exposed member. Carl lay back and suddenly came to a decision. “Could you teach me Vella, I’m open to new experiences,” he said, as Vella got dressed. She looked at his face, hoping to gauge whether or not he was sincere in his request. “Well, I have a week. So I see no reason why I shouldn’t have a blast while I’m here. So, sure I’ll show you what my lifestyle entails, and by the end of the week maybe you will form some opinion as to whether or not you enjoyed the experience, ok?” replied Vella, with a smile. “Deal,” said Carl, getting out of bed. They kissed to seal the deal. Vella wrapped her arms around Carl’s neck. His arms wound about her waist. The kiss was soft, not demanding. It was gentle and new and exciting. Strangely enough, it wasn’t sexual. “Time for breakfast, sexy. We can talk about this more down in the kitchen.” They both dressed in robes. Carl smiled to Vella, noting the lacy silk wrap she wore. He wondered if it could get any better than this. He shook his head in disbelief before turning on his heal to lead her to the kitchen. The kitchen was small and intimate. Vella couldn’t get over the fact that the washing machine was a natural element in there. She meandered over to the sink to look out the window. A smile caressed her lips. A perfectly secluded garden was surrounded by high privets. Carl began to make coffee. “Carl that is something I should be doing. Lesson number one; the submissive strives to please the master. This includes every day things, like making breakfast. Seeing as I don’t know your kitchen or where things are, you’ll have to show me.” B.D.S.M. Best Damn Sex for Months Carl pointed out where things were the utensils, pots and pans, and the pantry. “Any preference for breakfast?” she asked. “Surprise me, darling. Please make something light. I’m not up for big breakfasts.” Vella made coffee and dug around the pantry. She made toast with jam and served him. She waited until he had his first bite before she sat down opposite him. Carl laughed a bit. “Fine toast, Vella. Please eat some yourself.” “I was waiting to see if you were pleased. I seek your pleasure first and then mine. People in the lifestyle don’t always act like that. Every relationship is different depending on how they get along. I’ve never been able to see how they do it 24/7. My ex and I tried it for a bit, but it was so demanding on both of us. Mostly our lifestyle was vanilla but for a few details.” “Yes, I could see where it might become tiring having to serve someone like that.” Carl agreed. Vella nodded before going on, “I couldn’t possibly explain everything about the lifestyle in one week but the basics are pretty clear. It’s important to have a safe word. That is something I have never had to use, but it is important that we have one since this is all so new to you.” “A safe word. I have heard of this but I’m not sure what its purpose is all about.” “If you do something that bothers me, hurts me or confuses me, I can use the safe word in order to tell you. Say you are flogging me and you begin to go too fast or too hard and I am freaked out, I could say the safe word and you would know to stop.” “That sounds reasonable. What is your safe word, Vella?” “That can be either very personal but since I’m only here a short time, we’ll make it simple. ‘Red’ for stop now, ‘Yellow’ for slow and ‘Green’ for go. It’s much like stop lights.” Vella sat back in her chair, looking at Carl. She seemed a bit lost in thought. They ate in comfortable silence for a bit; both digesting information and new feelings. “So,” Carl broke the silence, “if it would please me to fuck you senseless on the kitchen table all I would have to do is mention it and you would be ready for me?” Vella laughed lightly. “Yes, all you would have to do is mention it and I would be ready and available for your use.” “What if you didn’t want to?” he asked. “Then it would be my job to deal with those feelings. I could say to you that I didn’t want to; I could use my safe word. It would be a rare occurrence in any case.” Vella stood, walked around the table and took Carl’s hands in hers. “Would it please you to have me now?” Carl looked up at Vella, half tempted to clear the kitchen table with a single swipe of his arm, and take her there and then. Instead he smiled, remembering something that made him blush slightly. “Vella, could I ask you to do anything?” he said, with a smirk. “Yes! But of course there are boundaries, but I personally haven’t come up against them…yet,” replied Vella, waiting for the request. “I have this…um…what would you call it? A kink, fetish I don’t know, it’s just that I get extremely turned on when my partner doesn’t wear any panties,” explained Carl, as if this was a revelation. Without another word, Vella stopped what she was doing and removed her panties. Carl didn’t say anything; he’d gotten his answer. “So what’s on the agenda today Master,” she said, as if nothing had happened. Carl had to shift his position a little, for the mere thought of Vella not wearing any panties had made him hard. He then remembered what Vella had said earlier, and decided to put this Master/Sub routine to the test. After coming to that decision, Carl pushed away from the table still seated in his chair and spoke. “Vella, get rid of this for me,” he said, pointing to the bulge in his pants, and trying to make it sound like a command. Vella looked down at the rising bulge, and without speaking slowly ran her hands over its hardness. This just made it twitch and pulsate, to which Vella’s response was to quickly unfasten her Masters zipper and set it free. Carl let out a sigh as Vella reached into his pants and extracted his hardened cock with consummate ease. She then used both hands to glide up and down his shaft, and not once did she lose eye contact with her Master. Vella then began to rub her crotch up against Carl’s leg, and allowed her wrap to ride up her thigh. Carl caught a glimpse of her shaven pussy lips, and his cock jerked in Vella’s hands. Knowing her Master was close to coming; she leaned forward and licked the tip of her Master’s cock. This was all too much for Carl, for he suddenly shouted he was going to cum. Vella used both of her small hands and kept stroking as her Master’s seed exploded from the end of his cock, landing first on the floor and then on the table. She then leaned forward again, and sucked him dry. “Anything else Master,” she said, pulling herself together. “Um…ah…no thank you,” replied Carl, pulling his robe around himself, and recomposing himself. Vella smiled like a cat with all the cream and started to tidy up the few dishes. She began to chatter incessantly whilst cleaning up. She had somehow forgotten to refresh his coffee. Carl thought about it for a moment, deciding that this might be the time to instantiate some rules. “Vella, when you’ve wiped that mess up, I want you to bend over my knee,” he said, with a serious tone. Vella looked a bit baffled, but after wiping up the counters, she obeyed without question. Bending down, she leaned over Carl’s lap and allowed all her weight to rest on him. Carl lifted the hem of her wrap and pulled it up; revealing her nice rounded ass. He wasn’t sure how hard to smack it at this point, having never done this before. Still, he was kind of turned on by all this, and as he raised his hand he felt his cock twitching again. Bringing his hand back sharply, Carl swiped Vella’s ass cheeks with a stinging blur. Vella cried out, and asked for another one. To which Carl responded with one more Slap. After a further two slaps, Vella was pleading with him to punish her harder. He noticed how her butt cheeks were reddened, but her body was totally relaxed as she sprawled over his lap. His cock once again twitched in his pants, as he gently stroked her reddened condition before slapping her again. The more she asked for another one, the faster Carl slapped until finally she was begging for permission to cum. This made him incredibly horny, and he immediately stood her up onto her feet and bent her over the kitchen table. She never had a chance to protest or say anything, before his hardened cock entered her wet pussy with some force. Vella cried out with the pleasure, and immediately started to cum. Carl felt this primeval urge to fuck her cunt with all his might, and started to slam his rod deep into her body. “Oh…Master, please, please let the one cum!” she pleaded, feeling herself being stretched as never before. Carl was now gripping her sore cheeks and pulling her onto his weapon, a feeling of animalistic tendencies passing over his mind. “Cum, girl! Scream your release!” Vella started to scream her voice a husky cacophony of pleasure, when Carl suddenly exploded inside her used body. “Ahhh…you beautiful woman you,” he said, as he stopped moving deep inside her. He leaned forward to rest his cheek on her silk covered back. Only then did he realize just how intense all of that really was, for he’d completely lost himself in the Master’s role. He became contemplative as he disengaged himself from Vella’s body. She turned to him and smiled softly, her face a blush of passion. “Thank you, Master. Your girl enjoyed your use. Would you have any other tasks that I might tend to?” “I need some time to think, Vella. You may use the library if you would like but I would just like some solitude for a while. I will be back home before dinner,” answered Carl. ---------- Vella wandered about the house looking at things here and there. Learning much about Carl by the things he kept and photos he cherished; at the same time, she learned nothing much at all. You can’t really define a person thoroughly by the goods they own, but you can learn about some things they hold important, she thought. The day was grey and overcast, pretty typical for England. It would have been easy to get lost in a novel or to lounge about but Vella had a plan. Vella, instead, made a light dinner in advance. With that done, she lost interest in the domestication and allowed herself to spend some time in the library. It wasn’t difficult to find Carl’s collection of erotic novels some of which were dated in the 1800’s. She didn’t dare to touch those, she felt as if that would be an intrusion. Idly, she wandered about the library only touching things she knew wouldn’t be harmed when she spied the old typewriter. She sat down at the desk and began to type, awkwardly at first but then getting the rhythm down. She wrote to Carl so that when she was gone, he would have this memento of her. My dearest Carl, If I don’t get the chance to tell you, I have already enjoyed myself thoroughly. Already in you I see such wonderful things. You are strong without making me feel weak. I wish, even now, that I had more time with you but I know that’s not to be. How can I possibly tell you of all my hopes and wishes without sounding boorish? Sometimes I want so much. What, I wonder, are some of your desires? Would it strike you as odd that I would love to share you with another woman? Who knows what life will bring? When your life goes back to normal, it is my fondest wish that you will think of me with a smile. I have loved you for a million years and will love you for a million more. Thank you, for all the doors you opened for me when I was in need. Much love, Your girl, Vella With a flourish she pulled the paper from the antique rollers and folded it carefully, leaving it on the desk’s blotter. Afternoon came quickly and she found herself feeling a bit bored. She thought with a shrug, only the boring get bored. She booted up Carl’s computer and did some searching. She found Club Sinful on her goggle search. It seemed to be a clean and safe club; it would be perfect for Carl’s first visit. The only problem was that she didn’t have a membership. She had friends in the BDSM circles all around the world since she and her husband had travelled so much. Now was the time to call in some favours so she called a friend in the states and made arrangements for them to visit Club Sinful. The thought of bringing Carl to a club was tantalizing. “I sure hope Carl knows how to get there,” she mumbled to herself as she printed out directions. Vella climbed the stairs with the intent on raiding Carl’s closet. Club Sinful is a fetish club with strict dress code. If someone doesn’t wear fetish gear, they get thrown out. She opened Carl’s wardrobe and looked over his clothes. “Not much here fetish wise,” she said to herself. Just as she was going to close the door, her fingers brushed over some very fine leather. She pulled the garment out and was amazed at the beauty of the black supple fabric. “Perfect. Now all he needs is an appropriate shirt.” She pulled the pants off the hanger and was delighted to find a crinkled cotton shirt, black to match the pants. She smiled brightly and placed them on the bed, laid out for Carl. Vella turned to her own luggage. She opened its lid and looked inside. She unpacked her red leather corset and matching thong, sheer black stockings and dangerously high bondage heels. She was startled when she heard a click in the front door. She placed her clothing on the bed next to Carl’s and flew down the stairs to meet him. She stopped short as she caught his gaze. “Greetings, master,” she said. “How was your day?” “Vella, beautiful girl, it was a long day and I find myself weary to death of it. I could use a G&T, strong on the G.” “As you wish, master.” Vella crossed to the library and began to mix Carl his drink. Her eyes looking up to find him sitting in the over stuffed chair, watching her intently. She brought him his drink and knelt before him, leaning low to place a kiss to his feet. “It’s good to have you back. Are you terribly worn out? I had made some arrangements to go out to Club Sin tonight, if you wish to?” She asked. “Did you think that was be wise, Vella? Perhaps I don’t want to do anything but have you serve me at home tonight.” He admonished her. Vella smiled softly. “Master, a girl only wishes to please you and will cancel any plans as you desire.” “Stand up and turn to have your back face me, Vella,” he ordered. Vella obeyed without question, anxious about the possibility of having upset her master. She held her breath as she waited. She felt the edge of her wrap lift to expose her bare ass to master’s view. She tensed as she heard the sound of him pulling off his belt. She kept utterly still. Carl toyed with Vella. He ran the leather belt over the curve of her ass and between her legs, noting that she was trembling ever so slightly. “You will not make plans for the evening without first consulting me,” he said, lifting the leather belt and smacking Vella’s ass. Watching her flinch with the sound was much worse than the actual pain of the smack. “One, master. Thank you, another please?” Vella kept count, as each lick of the strap struck her bare cheeks. Each strike landed a bit harder than the last. Each blow striking a new and untouched spot on her creamy skin, sending ripples of pain that twisted to delicious warmth, straight to her gut. When Carl reached 30 smacks, he stopped and lightly ran his hand over the small red welts. “Thank you, master. I understand and won’t make that mistake again,” Vella apologized. “Well then, Vella, I believe its time to have a light repast before we get ready to go to this club you have made arrangements for us to visit,” smiled Carl. Vella turned swiftly, kissing her master on the cheek before darting into the kitchen. She had never been so happy that she had thought ahead. She hefted the small platter to her slim shoulder and made her way back to the library. Kneeling before him, she held the platter of cheeses and cracker, caviar and truffles for his perusal. “A light repast, master,” announced Vella. They partook of the refreshments. Their companionship was easy and there were no awkward silences. When they were done, Vella disposed of the platter and took Carl’s hand in hers. “I’ve taken the liberty of choosing an outfit for you, master. I hope it pleases you.” “We shall see, Vella. Let’s get moving. I don’t want to miss a beat.” Their clothes donned, they stood apart from each other, taking in the beauty of one another. Carl crossed to Vella and caressed her silver collar. She smiled softly and handed him a lead. “For master to keep tabs on his slut,” she explained. They made a striking pair. No words were needed and they touched effortlessly as they departed from the house and made their way to the club. The club was in the red light district. The only sign marking its entrance was a subdued and tastefully painted sign, making it look innocuous. When they opened the door, they were met by ‘Meeter-greeters’ and asked for membership cards. “We are visitors,” Vella said, “please look under West for passes.” The Meeter-greeter looked through the computer database and found their passes. “Here you are. Looks like you’re fine for the night. Has anyone explained the rules to you?” “Yes, we know the rules and we have no cameras,” said Vella. “Each of the play rooms have toys, they are to be wiped down with antibacterial wipes after play. There are volunteers who will monitor play. If you feel that something is going wrong with a scene, please don’t hesitate to enlist their help. We also have couples rooms. We ask that you use condoms and dispose of them properly. Smoking is not allowed in those rooms. Enjoy your evening.” With that they were waved into the club. The main floor allotted for dancing and mixing. The deep thumping music was sensual. It was pretty early in the night but the floor was already alive with people writhing to the tempo of the music. The entire club looked like a cave. Everything was dark. The décor was sprinkled with bdsm fetish masks and toys. The texture of the walls was rough, shot through with malachite. It should have made the air dank and oppressive but that was far from the feeling that was exuded by the open and sensual attitudes that the people exuded. Off the main floor were two hallways, long and dimly lit. The signs above each one of the hallways alerted which one was for play and which one was for the couple’s rooms. Carl wanted to watch people at play. He hadn’t seen that before and he was anxious to begin his education of this deviant life-style. He placed a lead on Vella’s collar and tugged gently to signal, which way he wanted to go. To his surprise he found several rooms with windows, all with various pieces of B.D.S.M. equipment. In the first stood what appeared to be a rack, though this particular room was vacant at the moment. In the next, a couple of tables were in evidence, both with strong leather straps fixed to them. These were obviously restraints for the subs, and a place to play out their fantasies. Carl was disappointed that this room was not yet in use, but he realized that it was still relatively early. So without checking any of the other rooms, he gently pulled Vella’s lead and returned to the main bar for a drink. At first Carl thought he might stand out a mile, as he led his sub around, but the truth was people barely noticed him. This was the norm here, and short of murder the people could care less what you did. He started to feel more comfortable as the night wore on, and spotted quite a few people starting to use the rooms he’d witnessed earlier. Tugging once again at Vella’s collar, Carl led the way back into the hallway. There was now an audience, all watching the activity behind the various windows. An elderly gentleman and a quite stunning brunette were now using the rack in the first room. She had tied him to the rack and was dressed mainly in leather. She held what Carl recognized as a cat o’ nine tails. It looked quite lethal and Vella assured him that, indeed, it could be one of the most dangerous of instruments if it were used improperly. A pull on Vella’s collar brought them to another viewing area. In here were the two tables they’d seen earlier, only this time two blonds were strapped to them as their masters tormented their naked bodies. To Carl’s surprise one of the masters was a female. Vella noticed the shocked look on his face. She smiled and explained that these women were Dominatrix. “Does my master wish to use this room?” she said, running her hand over his leather pants from behind. Carl could feel his cock coming to life, but for the moment he was content to watch. The Dominatrix was tormenting her sub with a large feather, by repeatedly running it along her inner thigh. In itself it wasn’t too erotic, but the blindfolded sub seemed to be reacting as if it was the climatic experience of a lifetime. Vella explained how they weren’t allowed to actually perform sex, but they could tease all they liked. Sex, it seemed was only allowed in the couples room, and was not viewed by the public. Carl couldn’t help but notice the young girls erect nipples poking through her peephole leather bra, and feeling his cock twitch uncomfortably as the feather was passed over them. Mean while the male master was strapping his subordinate face down onto the table and was getting ready to smack her. He was using what looked like a small, rigid piece of leather, but Carl was informed that it was simply called a paddle. B.D.S.M. Best Damn Sex for Months It looked uncomfortable, as that master repeatedly punished the woman’s bare ass. Yet strangely it aroused Carl, he kept looking at Vella in her sexy outfit and wishing that he could take her in front of all these people. It then dawned on him that he was feeling rather like an exhibitionist, which was another sexual deviancy that he never suspected he would enjoy. The female master had now removed her subs bra, and was licking and pinching her nipples. The sub was moaning out loud, and the audience were dead quiet as the show continued. The sound of bare flesh being paddled reverberated around the hall, and Carl realized he couldn’t take anymore. His cock was throbbing, and he needed a release. Guiding Vella by her collar, Carl led the way to the couple’s room. As luck would have it, there was just one room available. Carl led Vella inside and then closed and locked the door behind them. The room itself was not remarkable except for the multitude of eye hooks placed in the ceiling and on the floor. It was painted a dark crimson and lit by hidden lights in the ceiling and floor. There was a large platform style bed with thick mats covered in polystyrene. On the far wall were compartments and shelving that held many different types of toys and accessories. Several small benches lined the wall. Carl unsnapped the lead from Vella’s collar. “Strip,” he ordered her. Vella took off her corset and thong, hanging them carefully on the hooks beside the door. She stretched languorously, she was worked up already. He crossed to the storage compartments. “Come over here, love. I have ideas but I would have your input.” Vella examined several of the items and pulled out lengths of rope and a light weight deer skinned flogger. “Master, if you desire, the flogger is one of the easiest toys to learn how to use. The most important thing is to avoid heavy hitting in the kidney area.” Carl smiled, knowing he would enjoy this immensely. He led vella to the center of the room. The eye hooks in the floor had rope already looped and tied securely. All the same, he tested the strength of the knots before slipping the rope over Vella’s wrists. He secured her ankles in the same manner and moved a small bench in front of her. He leaned her over the bench so that her rounded ass jutted up towards the ceiling and her arms and legs were stretched out, spread eagled. He slowly walked around her, assessing her beauty. He touched her arm, just letting his finger tips glide along her skin. She shuddered delightedly. He was teasing her. She knew he was. His every touch made her squirm as he made her wait. He dragged the floggers tails along her bare back as if to say; ‘here it is, my sweet, I know you will love it.’ She could hear the whistle of the tails whoosh through the air as he practised his swing. She could see the tails as they danced. Suddenly, they landed on her upper thigh, bringing a sharp sting. She was speechless. He lifted the flogger again and began to sprinkle sharp smacks over her back, her ass, and her thighs, making her arch against her bindings. Her moans were loud and her pleading for more was genuine. “How is that, my sweet? Care for more?” asked Carl, wickedly. “Please, master, please more!” He could see the reddened welts appearing on her skin, and his passion for her evidence by the tightness of the groin in his pants. He dropped the flogger to the floor and ran rabbit fur over her sensitive skin. She was panting with the excitement of it all. “Please use me... Please fuck me!” she begged. He teased her ass, squeezing the rounded orbs then allowing his fingers to delve between her parted thighs, to dip into her slick wetness. She was greedy, her pussy contracted as if trying to grip onto his fingers, not wanting to feel them leave. He laughed quietly. “So, you would have me fuck you, then Vella?” he asked rhetorically. Her breath came out in rushes. “Please, yes, master!” “Such a horny slut.” She could hear him as he stripped off his clothing. She licked her suddenly dry lips and arched her ass as much as possible against the ropes that kept her so tightly bound. Carl goaded her drenched pussy with the tip of his thick cock. Her pleas were pathetic mewling that drove him mad with pleasure. He drove into her, sinking his cock deep within her pussy, bumping and grinding in her velvety depths. She nearly came the second he entered her, her voice was raw with need. “Yes! Yes, fuck me hard, please master!” She said, trying to buck back against him each time he thrust forwards. Carl raised his hand and slapped her ass with a harsh resounding smack, leaving the perfect red imprint of his palm. He alternated pumping into her with smacks. Her whimpers and her pleas to cum fell on deaf ears. She would not cum before him. Just on the edge of oblivion, that sweet apex of ecstasy, he moaned loudly and began to fill her with his hot seed. “Cum with me now!” he demanded. She needed no further prompting as her body escalated on a high, her pussy spasmed, milking his cock of every last drop. Her scream of release was a husky song that tugged at his soul. Her entire body tensed, her breath held; she was lost to everything but the here and now. When she had stopped coming, Carl re-opened his eyes and looked down to see the reddened marks on her ass cheeks. He suddenly had a feeling of guilt, and couldn’t explain why. He knew that this was just role playing, and that she enjoyed every moment of this delightful torment, but the thought of actually hurting anyone just for gratification, made him regret. Vella turned her head to witness Carl gently stroking her butt, and realized he was having trouble with all this. “Master, will you free me?” she said, bringing him out of his private thoughts. “Yes, of course,” he replied, quickly unfastening the ties that held her in place. Vella turned around to face him and sat on the edge of the bed. “That was exceptionally erotic Carl,” she said, taking hold of his hand. “Thank you, I enjoyed it as well,” he replied, squeezing her hand gently. Vella then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips without warning, whilst gently pushing him back onto the bed. He didn’t resist, and soon found him self being spread on the bed and tied from each corner. His cock stood proud shortly after that, as Vella sat on the edge of the bed gently stroking him back to life. She seemed to be waiting for something, and then Carl realized what it was. She wanted permission to play, and she was making sure he was ready. “Suck my cock Vella…but…slowly?” he demanded. Vella smiled, and leaned forward. Her hand held his cock straight as her lips gently began to cover the head. Carl closed his eyes, loving the sensation of her tongue as it darted in and around the tiny hole at the end of his manhood. He then re-opened his eyes, when he felt the end of his shaft grazing the back of Vella’s throat. She’d almost taken his entire length into her mouth, and was now bringing her head back up. Carl watched totally fascinated by the feel and look of the spittle-wet hardness, as it emerged into the light. Vella moved her eyes up, and caught Carl watching. She smiled and then winked as she once again engulfed his member. Carl felt an urge to run his hands through her hair, but was unable to extricate him self from the bonds that kept him in place. His cock felt harder than it ever had in the past, and his mind raced with thoughts of seduction and sheer excitement. His Cock pulsed as the blood that was keeping it erect flowed unchecked, and his balls tightened as Vella continued her assault upon his shaft. She was now sliding back and forth in a timely manner, making Carl aware of just when her lips would pass over the hood. Her hands were skilfully playing with both his balls and his member. He watched as her mouth slid down again, and how her hand would slide off at the base and then slide back up again when she returned. It felt wonderful to be stimulated in this manner, and Carl never would have believed that anyone could make him cum again so quickly. Just a minute later and he was arching his back, as he began to cum once more. Vella never flinched, she kept sucking as his seed slid into her throat and continued doing so until she was satisfied that he’d stopped coming. After another five minutes she stopped and kissed her way up to his chest, she then straddled him and positioned her self just above his semi hard cock. “You’re very good at that!” said Carl, as she looked him in the eyes. “Thank you master,” she replied, leaning forward and kissing his neck. “Vella…about this master thing, I’m not sure it’s for me. I mean it does excite me and all that, but I’m having trouble with the inflicting pain part,” said Carl, in all sincerity. “I did notice that you seemed hesitant earlier, which is why I turned the roles around. Normally a sub would never be the dominant partner, but you needed to see the excitement that can be had from being submissive,” she replied, kissing his lips tenderly. “But you never inflicted any pain upon me,” he said, thinking he had a good point. “Carl, pain isn’t the only aspect. Trust is foremost. I am asking you to trust me. I enjoyed it no less than you just did, and besides have you even once heard me complaining?” she replied. “No but…” “No, I know that my life style is not for everyone, but it is for me,” she interrupted, placing her hand behind her and rubbing his cock up and down. Carl wasn’t sure if he was ready to get hard again so soon, but as her hand slid along his length, her butt rolled back and forth over the tip of his growing member. By the time she did lower her self onto his shaft, his cock was more than hard enough to penetrate her moistness. Vella sat up, sticking her chest out as she slowly started to ride him. Carl desperately wanted to reach up and cup both breasts, but couldn’t move his arms. She placed a hand behind her and cupped his balls, and then slowly she massaged them in time with her butt as it dropped onto him. Carl was riveted to Vella’s breasts, as the almost hypnotic swaying too and fro entranced his every being. Looking up into her eyes, Carl could see the sheer joy written upon her face and smiled. Her hips swayed to a rhythm that only she could hear. Her undulations were slow and erotic. Her hands cupped her full breasts, her fingers pinching her tightened nipples. Vella’s moans were the only sound that entered Carl’s mind. She seemed able to go forever. Her movements began to pick up pace and Carl could feel her velvety muscles gripping his cock. He could tell she was ever so close to cumming again. “Cum with me, Carl. I need to feel you shooting inside me. Now!” demanded Vella. Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders as she lurched into the divine abyss of orgasm. Her entire body tensed. Her breath left her as she screamed her pleasure. She could feel Carl cumming within her and sending her higher than she had ever been before. Spent, Vella leaned down to place a single kiss to Carl’s lips. They both were breathing raggedly. “That was magnificent, Carl. Thank you for trusting me. Relax a moment while I untie you and clean up the chamber.” Carl could hardly reply. He just nodded his ascent and watched as Vella released the knots that held him in place. He rubbed his wrists absentmindedly. His thoughts were jumbled. By the sink near the cupboards, she filled a small bowl with warm water and took some towels with her before returning to Carl’s side. Vella bathed Carl gently, mindful of his sore cock. She knew he would be hypersensitive after tonight’s festivities. She was right. Carl’s quick intake of breath as she cleansed him was affirmation that he had enjoyed himself as much as she had. Things being in order, they both dressed in silence. They returned to Carl’s home and went straight to bed. In the darkness, Carl held Vella tightly, wondering how he could ever let this woman leave him. He wondered if he could ever become the man he knew she would want. Her soft breathing told him that she was asleep. His mind was too hyper to allow him that luxury. Quietly, he untwined his body from hers and made his way down to his library. He sat at his desk, hoping to get lost in some of his daily, mundane business. He noticed a piece of paper in the old typewriter and pulled it from the rollers. … When your life goes back to normal, it is my fondest wish that you will think of me with a smile. I have loved you for a million years and will love you for a million more. Thank you, for all the doors you opened for me when I was in need. Much love, Your girl, Vella He was flabbergasted by her open and giving nature. Surely there must be some flaw to this woman but he would be damned if her could think of any. “How can I let you go when I’ve only just found the delight you have given me?” He mused aloud. Carl folded the note and placed it within his desk. He placed another sheet of paper in the typewriter. He needed to respond to her. He needed to tell her things he wasn’t sure he could voice. Dearest Vella girl, I find myself at a total loss. I have never felt so completely enamoured by one woman. I keep trying to find a flaw within you, anything to make it easier to let you go. You are some kind of enigma and you keep me on my toes. Your world has me enthralled but I do not know that I could ever be the man you would need or want in your life. Certain aspects of the domination that you seem to crave have left me feeling unsettled. Our time together is so very short. How could you possibly even scratch the surface of this ‘education’? There is nothing you could wish that would make me feel differently about you. Another woman? That makes me smile. Perhaps one day, but who could wish for another woman when you are in my arms? There are 5 more glorious days to come with you in my home. Why am I wishing there were many, many more? With love, Your Master, Carl. Carl read the letter several times over. He nearly ripped it from the typewriter and threw it in the trash. After a time, he just sighed heavily and left it be. He turned off the lights and headed back to his Vella, sleeping so deeply on his bed. He joined her and fell into a contented slumber. To be continued…