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Uncommon Law

By: krr1957



This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion against a background of female domination. Please do not read it if you think you might be offended.

Chapter 1

I first saw her at an Arbitration Panel. The opposition had appointed Dawsons as counsel and I expected to be up against "Straight" Jack Daniels so it was a big surprise when Ellen walked into the conference room.

She looked young to be a partner, particularly at Dawsons, but she held herself with an assured air of self confidence.

Her two piece business suit pulled off the trick of being formal but slightly daring with her black skirt worn a couple of inches above the knee. Her makeup was minimal and her face, framed by soft, dark, curls, looked a little stern, until she smiled. Her teeth were not quite perfect but this conferred a naturalness that marked her out as a real beauty.

I was confident of our case going in but she dragged up a precedent that my researchers had missed and I wound up hanging on by my fingernails. It did not help that the arbitrator himself seemed totally smitten.

For days afterwards she remained in my thoughts and I considered giving her a call but that was not my usual style. I have been blessed with good looks of my own and, whilst at university, I had paid my way by doing some modelling. The long and the short of it was that girls normally came on to me.

Fate intervened when I was invited to share a corporate box at the World Cup qualifier and found that she was one of the attendees. She looked totally relaxed, dressed in a linen shirt and tight jeans, drinking Bud from the bottle.

By the end of the game I had drunk a little too much and I wound up making a clumsy pass at her. She laughed it off, said she was in a relationship, and took her leave.

A few days later I did something out of character for me. I phoned Lisa and asked her out for a drink. I suppose you would call us fuck buddies but I knew that, in reality, she wanted it to be more than that. She was a successful commercial property lawyer but, more pertinently, she had recently done some project work for Dawsons.

I think she saw through me when I asked about Ellen but she gave up what she knew anyway. Apparently, Ellen had only recently been made a partner, the youngest in the firm's history, and was destined for great things. On the personal front, as far as Lisa knew, she had her male admirers but no steady boyfriend.

Now more intrigued than ever, and perhaps a little put out that she had turned me down, I compromised my professional integrity. On the pretext of discussing our arbitration case, which was still pending a formal decision, I invited her out to lunch. Much to my surprise she accepted and I booked a table at Browns.

I was already seated when she arrived formally dressed but looking undeniably sexy. She ordered a salad and mineral water and I had the veal pie. During the meal I kept up the pretence of discussing the case but she cut right across me.

"Look, we both know that you didn't ask me here to discuss the finer points of the law. Please, don't take this badly, you're a cute guy but I think I'm a little too much for you to handle."

I was unsure if she was talking professionally or personally but decided on the latter and I snorted derisively. I liked to think that I lived life to the full.

For a few seconds her dark eyes held mine.

"Go down on me."

It was the utter calmness with which she said it that shocked me but I quickly regained my composure and smiled.

"Would you like me to book a hotel room? I know a good one, nice and discrete."

I wanted to call her bluff and, at the same time, let her know that I was not new to this.

She returned my smile.

"That won't be necessary. I want you to do it right here, right now."

She had to be joking. I had deliberately booked one of the booths to allow for some privacy but we were not shut off altogether. She looked amused as I took a quick look around me.

"Wait a moment."

As she spoke she bent forward a little. With a couple of quick movements she sat up straight again and showed me her hand. She was holding a bunched pair of white panties which she coolly tucked into her handbag.

"Whenever you're ready..."

I now felt trapped by my own bravado. If I chickened out I just made her point for her.

The linen tablecloth fell almost to the floor and so the chances of being seen once beneath it were minimal but I found it incredulous that I was even contemplating it. I decided that she was simply engaging in a little brinkmanship; if I did kneel beneath the table she would probably squeal and drag me back up into my seat again.

Now that I had seen through her I smiled, checked that no one was looking, and slid under the table.

She did not squeal. Instead, she hitched her skirt and slowly splayed her legs.

I noted, peripherally, how toned and smooth they were but my eyes were riveted on her lewdly revealed sex. Fortunately, she was immaculately depilated as the natural look has never appealed to me.

In truth, performing oral sex held no great attraction. Of course, nowadays, more and more women expected it but, in my book, the quicker the better and, if it could be avoided altogether then great.

I gave her points for her chutzpah but I was still convinced that she was not expecting me to go through with it. Smiling, I leaned forward and placed a single kiss high on her mons hoping to catch her by surprise.

"Nice, but you'll have to do better than that."

I have to admit that her remark took me aback. The choice was mine, I could retake my seat and call it a day or I could do as she asked and wait to see where it led; perhaps, even, a little reciprocation on her part.

I was now more acutely aware of my surroundings, not least the muted conversations of other diners, but I felt reasonably secure in the shrouded darkness.

I braced myself and took a first tentative lick and was surprised to find that she did not seem aroused. This suggested that she really was acting on a whim and I found it a little unsettling.

I decided that a more direct approach was needed. I shifted my weight a little so that I had the use of my hands but she nudged the side of my head with her knee.

"Just your tongue..."

I was growing angry now and I was strongly tempted to just get up and leave but, perversely, I found myself considering the consequences if, at some point in the future, we found ourselves on opposite sides of a court room. I was determined that, from a psychological standpoint, she was not going to leave with the upper hand.

With a complete lack of subtlety I licked her a couple of times and then pressed my mouth to her sex and tried to push my tongue inside.

She still seemed unmoved but there was a hint of something familiar. I persevered and an initial sharp tang yielded to a more mellow taste. With almost obscene ease she was transforming from a reluctant virgin to a whore in heat.

Her neat sex felt as if it had grown in size and was preparing to devour me. Within seconds she was leaking moisture and, in the confined space, the scent of her arousal had a frightening intensity.

In my shirt and tie I began to feel uncomfortably warm but I could now feel her muscles clenching and holding my tongue in place. For a second or two it became difficult to breathe as my nose was pressed more closely to the heated maw but then she suddenly relaxed.

She had not reached a climax, of that I was sure, but she was content to have reached a plateau.

"Enough..."

At first I had been reluctant but now, with a painful erection demanding attention, I would have willingly continued. My hope was that this contrived scene was just a little foreplay and that we could move on to the main event as soon as we left the restaurant.

I got up from the floor, grateful for some fresh air, and sat back down again. My face was wet and I reached for my napkin but she put her hand on mine.

"Leave it..."

I reeked of her but she seemed amused by it and the more so when the waiter brought the bill. The eventual look of recognition in his eyes was followed by one of disbelief and she could barely contain her laughter.

On the pavement outside I hinted about a hotel but she was writing a number on her business card.

"I'll give you a chance to finish what you started...but make sure you shave a lot closer next time."

Her tone sounded a little condescending. I was not sure what to make of it as I unconsciously leaned forward to kiss her cheek in farewell but she smiled even as she wrinkled her nose.

"I don't think so, do you?"

Chapter 2

Over the next few days I bedded three women, Lisa amongst them, but there was a hollowness about each encounter. Ellen still haunted my thoughts even though I had convinced myself that I would not call her up.

The trouble was that her remark about being "too much to handle" still rankled.

Working late at the office one night I picked up her business card with her personal number penned on the reverse. I looked at it for a long time before arriving at what, for me, amounted to a sensible decision and dismissively threw it into the bin.

A couple of weeks passed and life moved on. I could not put her out of my mind all together but the memory was certainly fading. Then events conspired against me.

I received a call from the Arbitrator summoning me to a late afternoon meeting. This was unusual in itself in that decisions in such cases were unappealable and usually notified in writing.

Ellen was there when I arrived and I gave her a cursory acknowledgement before taking a seat. The Arbitrator started off by telling us that he had had difficulty in arriving at his judgement and that he had called us in to explain his reasoning.

This was not good. I had told my clients that the case was a slam dunk and now I sat there stony faced as he announced a proportionate award. It went sixty forty in our favour but there was no doubt in anyone's mind that it was a victory for Ellen.

Afterwards she offered to buy me a drink and it was tempting to make an excuse but I did not want to be accused of sour grapes.

We went next door to the wine bar which was quickly filling up with barristers and law clerks but we found a couple of spare bar stools. Ellen remained totally professional and she was magnanimous in victory. She told me that my researchers had let me down and that she had got lucky in the choice of Arbitrator.

Throughout, I tried to gauge her interest in me but she gave no clear signals and I prepared to call it a day.

We were both going south of the river and shared a taxi. When we arrived at her address I was suitably impressed and did a mental calculation of the value of the large town house. As I did so she must have read my thoughts.

"I share the lease with a couple of friends. Just because I'm not interested in a long term relationship doesn't mean that I have to live alone."

Seemingly on a whim she turned in her seat.

"Come in for coffee. You can meet them."

I let her lead me inside and found the interior to be no less impressive that the exterior facade. The ground floor was dominated by a large, airy, reception room with French doors leading to a well kept garden.

Seated, watching television, on one of a pair of matched sofas, was a stunning looking blonde. She was wearing a short bath robe, with her legs curled under her, but I had the impression that she was tall.

Her hair was damp and hung heavily as she allowed it to dry naturally but she had already applied her makeup. Silver grey eye shadow accented her clear blue eyes and her full lips glinted with a coating of pale pink lip gloss.

"Naomi, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine."

The blonde limply raised a hand before turning back to her programme and Ellen smiled as she chided her.

"Naomi's off men at the moment. Wait here and I'll introduce you to Beth."

Naomi did not seem minded to strike up a conversation and so I examined some of the prints on the walls. It was an eclectic mix. There was a Modigliani, an Yves Tanguy, and an image of Sophia Loren in basque and stockings from the film 'The Millionairess".

Ellen returned with Beth in tow. I suppose her name had led me to expect an English girl but her friend had dark Levantine features. It was not a look that normally appealed to me but she was something special.

She was wearing a loose white shift over a pair of thin harem pants which emphasised her dusky skin tone and the fluid movement of her body as she walked. She had an extraordinary poise and her face was made all the more startling for being totally devoid of makeup.

Her large eyes were dark brown, almost black, but sparked with vitality and her smile, displaying perfect white teeth, was captivating.

She was far more approachable than Naomi and, whilst coffee was prepared, I learned that she was a qualified vet. Naomi, it transpired, was p.a. to a director of an investment bank.

Ellen rejoined us and, as we chatted, I was wondering what my chances with Beth would be. When I had finished I put my empty cup down on to coffee table and, for the first time, noticed the plastic sculpture placed in the centre.

It was cast in clear acrylic, about five inches tall, and looked like a partially melted candle that was slowly keeling over. It was intriguing if only because it seemed so tacky in comparison with the other pieces in the room including a nice selection of Murano glass.

Ellen saw where I was looking and laughed.

"I see you've spotted our little wager."

My bemusement must have shown because she continued.

"Naomi was, until recently, engaged to be married but she called it off."

At this point Naomi frowned but Ellen ploughed on.

"Her husband to be had planned a stag weekend in Amsterdam but Naomi didn't trust him. She was insisting that he wore this."

She held up the plastic object and its purpose became hideously apparent. I could not see exactly how it worked but it was clearly designed as a cock restraint. Naomi unsuccessfully tried to maintain a stern visage but burst out laughing.

"He refused to wear it and I called the whole thing off."

It sounded to me as if that was exactly her intention and she was simply trying to find an excuse. I was not warming to her and even less so as she continued.

"Since then the three of us have been adding money to a pool every week. The first one of us who can persuade a man to wear it gets to scoop the pot."

It sounded absurd but I had no difficulty in believing it of Naomi, perhaps even Ellen, it was Beth that surprised me. I had her pegged as less assertive than the other two but the smile that crossed her face as she awaited my reaction suggested a hitherto unseen side to her nature.

I decided that the time had come to leave. I asked to use the bathroom and I was just finishing up when Ellen walked in. I was sure that I had locked the door but she was standing there with a flush of excitement on her face.

She stepped closer to me and pressed the flat of her hand to my groin. This turn of events caught me completely off guard leaving me to wonder just exactly what was on offer.

"I want you to wear it for me."

She spoke quickly as if she had only just arrived at the decision.

I paused before answering.

"You want me to put it on so that you can win your bet?"

I hoped my tone conveyed the sense of 'no way in hell'.

"No, you can have the money if you like, I want to know just how close to the edge you're prepared to play."

Alarm bells were ringing but the natural competitor in me was rising to the fore. There was no way that I was going to let her think that she had got the better of me once again. She must have seen the wavering look in my eyes because, with a magicians flourish, she produced the contraption from behind her back.

With a sly smile she held it up and gently kissed it and I felt an involuntary twitch between my legs. Then she pressed it into my hand.

"See you in a moment."

With that she was gone leaving me feeling faintly ridiculous. The only advantage to this was that Ellen would get to see just what she might be missing. I consider myself to be in good shape and, when compared to the average, well endowed.

I stripped off, grateful that I had recently topped up my tan, and began to examine the device. The fitting was simple enough. A ring closed at the root, behind my sac, and the enclosure cage was then slipped on to mate with it.

It had spacers to accommodate different sizes but, curiously, it needed no adjustment to fit me.

I smiled to myself as I examined the image that the mirror presented. It weighed very little, in spite of its rigid construction, and there was no discomfort. The only problem was that it seemed to make me look smaller than I knew myself to be in reality.

I was still checking myself out when Ellen came back in. For a second or two she took stock, appreciatively looking me up and down, but then her eyes fixed on my groin.

"Oh, that is so beautiful."

I flattered myself that she was referring to my physical attributes but she quickly turned on her heel saying.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

She disappeared for a few seconds but almost immediately returned. It took me a moment to realize what she was doing but, before I could think to stop her, she had affixed and locked a dinky padlock onto the device.

"There, now you can come and show the others."

I was in serious need of a reality check as I walked into the living room but my ego was stoked when both Naomi and Beth gave me approving looks.

Naomi stood up and clapped her hands.

"We have a winner."

Ellen gave a mock bow and I decided that they had had their fun. I started to turn back towards the bathroom to collect my clothes when Naomi grabbed my arm.

"Hold on."

She was still wearing her robe and she slowly loosened the sash that held it at her waist. Her movements were confident and controlled as she shrugged her shoulders allowing the gown to slide down her back to the floor.

The others seemed completely unfazed by this display of nakedness but I could do nothing but admire. Her pinched waist accentuated the curve of her hips but it was her breasts that got my attention.

They were beautifully rounded, neither too large nor too small, with nipples that looked like burnished copper disks. My tongue stirred in my mouth but my appreciation was cut short by a sudden ache between my legs.

My manhood was attempting to make its natural response only to be thwarted by the restraint. She saw my expression and immediately began to laugh.

"It clearly does everything it says on the tin."

I was still trying to come up with a smart comeback when Ellen gently tugged me by the arm. I turned towards the bathroom but she ushered me towards the adjacent door.

She opened it to reveal a large bedroom with beautifully fitted furniture suggestive of lavish expenditure. The bed itself was huge and I was envious of the large flat screen TV that was actually set into the opposite wall without a cable in site.

I assumed that I had earned my reward, and I waited for her to produce the key, but there was a look of devilment in her eyes.

"Seeing you like that is making me so fucking horny."

The expletive shocked but, at the same time, excited. It was so at odds with her cultured professional persona.

She began to undress. It was not an unveiling more an urgent need. Clothes were quickly strewn until she stood naked by the bed. For the moment she remained still and I had the feeling that she was challenging me to make a comparison with Naomi but she was in no way inferior.

Hers was a more athletic build but with an essential femininity. Her breasts were modest but her dark nipples, already distended, had an arrogant pout. Her legs were long with a discrete musculature that had me imagining them twined around my waist as she urged herself on.


Uncommon Law



She was not tanned but she had an almost Mediterranean complexion. The overall impression was one of radiant good health but, more than that, the suggestion of a demanding lover.

She was obviously a woman used to being admired and, even naked, she held herself with a certain arrogance. It was extremely arousing but that simply translated into a sharp pain as my burgeoning erection was cruelly constricted.

A half smile touched her lips as she sat down on the bed and slowly parted her legs.

"We have a little unfinished business."

My immediate urge was to throw her on the bed and engage in a feral, no holds barred, bout of lovemaking but, in order to do that, I needed her to free me. All I had to do was ask but some stubborn instinct held me in check.

Instead, I decided that I would play her at her own game. Whilst performing oral sex is not my favourite pastime I do consider myself to be a skilful practitioner. I decided that I would arouse her so much that it would be her doing the begging.

I went to my knees and surveyed her sex which was lit by the glare of the setting sun softened only by a set of voile curtains at the window. It looked perfectly formed and inviting, the sharp divide already a little open.

On entering her room I could not help but notice that it smelt distinctly feminine, not least because her perfume still lingered in the air, but now it was overlain with a different womanly scent. She was already very excited and that could only make my task easier.

It was tempting to plunge straight in but I remained composed. I trailed kisses slowly up her inner thigh until I reached the border of her mons. I dwelt there a while, tracing way my along the crease, and was pleased as she gave an appreciative squirm.

Building on my success I switched my attention to her other leg and repeated the manoeuvre prompting her to open her legs wider still.

I decided that the time had come to take things up a notch but I was shocked to find that the coverlet beneath her was being discoloured by a slowly expanding dampness. I flatter myself on my appeal, and my prowess, but I could not see that my efforts up to that point would be enough to account for her excitement.

My intention had been to tease her just a little more but, as I slowly drew my tongue over her pudenda, her sex seemed to part and my tongue was embraced by the delicate folds of her inner lips.

I was very experienced but I had never encountered anything quite like this. She demonstrated a degree of control over her own body that was unsettling but a renewed pain from my groin signalled approval.

If her inner heat could be taken as a measure of her arousal then she was very close to the edge. Her taste was flooding my mouth but, outwardly, she retained a cool demeanour.

I shifted myself just a little, so that I could focus on her clitoris and regain the initiative, but she put her hand on my head to keep me where I was. I felt my tongue being gently squeezed, an odd rippling motion, and then I was sucked deeper.   

I was almost at full stretch but her body tensed and a fresh gout of moisture heralded the onset of an orgasm.

Her mouth was firmly closed and she took rapid, controlled, breaths though her nose this being the sum total of her apparent response. Her climax ebbed as quickly as it had arrived and I was left back at square one.

My initial plan may have failed but I certainly felt that I had done enough to find favour and the thought provoked another twinge of discomfort.

I began to extricate my tongue but she gave an admonitory squeeze.

"Not yet, I haven't finished."

Her greediness was beginning to make me angry but, unusually for me, I did not react. There was, perhaps, an opportunity to bring my plan to fruition after all. I presumed that she was still buzzing and it would not take much, on my part, to bring her back to the boil.

By this stage I could have done with a drink. My mouth was thick with the taste of her but I did not want to lose the moment. She relaxed a little, allowing my imprisoned tongue a degree of freedom, and I began to work at her with a series of teasing thrusts.

As I pressed home her muscles sought to hold me but each time I slipped away only to push again when I felt the tension ease off. In this way we fell into a rhythm but the minutes stole by without me getting any nearer to my goal.

At one point I decided that a change of tactics was needed but she seemed to read my mind and gently slapped my face with her thigh to keep me in situ.

Through it all she was still lubricating freely and I was having to swallow regularly to keep my mouth clear. The taste and smell of her was dulling my senses but it did nothing to alleviate the growing aches in my jaw and my knees.

After a further lengthy spell I felt as if I was zoning out but she wanted my total attention. She slipped her legs over my shoulders and twined her ankles slowly pulling me in. I was pressed hard against the furnace of her sex and it became difficult to breathe.

I could no longer use my tongue but it ceased to matter. Her powerful thighs were constricting the sides of my head with an unremitting, pulsing, pressure as she started to come for a second time.

At its zenith she was squeezing so hard that my ears began to ring but, as she finally relaxed, I became aware of a new sound. It was the peal of laughter punctuated by the clapping of hands.

As I gathered myself I was astonished to find Naomi and Beth standing behind us looking on with amusement.

"You enjoyed that one."

I assumed that Naomi was addressing her remark to Ellen and not to me but, if I was surprised by their openness with one another, I was even less prepared for what happened next.

Naomi slipped off her gown and sat down next to her flat mate; as though choreographed Ellen brought her legs together as Naomi opened hers wide. The import was obvious but I remained stunned to disbelief.

"Come on soldier, the three of us? It must be the chance of a lifetime."

As she spoke, Ellen gave her room and she moved across a little leaving me staring between her legs.

Compared to Ellen her sex was markedly different. Her inner lips were protuberant, like the petals of some exotic orchid on which tiny droplets caught the sun and proclaimed her arousal.

The turn of events had me reeling and, for reasons I could not explain, I felt a measure of apprehension but the very idea of being able to spend the night with these three goddesses had my heart pounding.

The problem was that the stronger my heartbeat the greater the pain from what would otherwise have been a fierce erection. I put my hand to my groin but found no ease. I had to stand up and do something about it but, as I made to move, Beth knelt down beside me.

She slipped her arm around my shoulder and put her face next to mine. She was wearing a subtle perfume which seemed perfectly suited to her, and I was reminded that I must still smell strongly of Ellen, but she did not seem to notice.

"Don't you think she's beautiful?"

I wondered if, perhaps, there was something between them and this sent more blood coursing south with the inevitable result but, even as I winced, Beth applied a gentle pressure and whispered.

"Show me what you can do..."

The fact was that I had no great desire to perform for Naomi's benefit. That is not to say that I did not find her attractive. Under other circumstances I would have bedded her in a flash. It was her disdainful attitude that irritated me, her cocksure assumption that I would comply.

I think that, but for Beth's inducement, I would have refused but there was something bewitching about her. With Ellen the appeal lay in the directness of her no nonsense approach but with Beth it was something more subtle. It was as if she were offering an invitation to hidden places with new experiences and I was slyly lured in.

Her hand was now at the back of my head, her fingers twining in my hair, but all the time urging me downwards.

As I surrendered to the closure of Noami's thighs I caught the freshness of shower gel on her skin but this was quickly swamped by a more natural scent which was reinforced as my tongue met the plump softness of her labia.

I tried to press inside but the slickness of her lips made it difficult. My continued attempts resulted in me licking along the sensitive fringes and this was much to her liking. She stretched languorously and began to stroke the back of my head as Beth slowly withdrew.

"That's so nice...just take your time."

It was no longer the act itself but the fact of being watched, even judged, that I found disconcerting. In some indefinable way it felt demeaning but I could not back out without losing face.

I carried on licking until she demanded more and I felt a brief moment of triumph as she brought her fingers into play to lay her clitoris open to my attentions.

It was deep set within its fleshy folds but her reaction as I began to use the tip of my tongue was immediate. She gasped and became very still, not wanting me to stop, but, at the same time, I could feel within her the urge to ride with the waves of pleasure that she was experiencing.

The tension created by these disparate impulses fed her developing climax to the point where all control was lost. Her body began to quake and she clawed at the counterpane with her fingernails.

I hooked my arms under her legs so that I could stay with her but it was all I could do just to keep my mouth on her sex.

She was cursing under her breath and, like Ellen, she found relief by squeezing my head between her legs. She was not as strong but the results were equally distressing. As she started to come I was jolted back and forth with no concern for my weakened neck.

Each time I thought it was over she confounded me by applying renewed pressure as she sought to wring out every last drop.

Such was my physical state that it was a few seconds before I realized that I had been released but I was pleased to see that she looked unsteady on her feet.

I knew that Beth would want a turn but I had nothing left to give. I would never have thought that it could be so exhausting.

At least they now seemed sympathetic to my plight. Ellen took my hand and helped me up and I gratefully flopped onto the bed. She lay beside me smiling as she ran a finger across my cheek.

"Look how red you are."

Naomi, still naked, joined us so that I was lying trapped between them It was a scene that would have had any man bursting at the prospect but I groaned in painful frustration. When Beth slid onto the bed as well it was almost more than I could bear.

She was still wearing her shift but as she rose up over me I saw that she had removed her harem pants. For a fleeting moment I thought that she was sporting a black thong but then realized that her mons was dressed with a dense growth of short dark hair.

It formed a sharp, expensively maintained, inky black triangle and I tried to escape as her intent became clear.

Ellen and Naomi, anticipating my move, gently but firmly held me in place as Beth slid her knees over my shoulders.

"Beth, I'm finished."

I smiled up at her apologetically but to no avail.

"Oh no you haven't."

Ellen and Naomi formed the walls of my tomb and Beth proceeded to seal me in. She inched forward and then slowly descended shutting out the light. She had a slighter frame than the others but the weight now bearing down on me was suffocatingly heavy.

To add to my discomfort her dark pelt was sodden and, as she settled on my face, it was like trying to breathe through a damp cloth. I tried not to panic knowing that, in extremis, I could fight my way free but the moral code that a man did not hurt a woman was deeply ingrained.

I did attempt a struggle, which could be construed as playful, but they immediately pinned me more tightly and I caught the muffled sound of laughter.

I reacted by refusing to co-operate. As far as I was concerned the game was over but they had other ideas. I felt their hands stroking my body teasing my chest, stomach and thighs and then a surer grip at my groin.

Knowing fingers were kneading my sac, setting up a sensation that was almost painful, and then I felt a thumb tormenting the very tip of my manhood through the imprisoning cage. I jerked my hips involuntarily and then grimaced as the thrust of my erection was bitten back.

They returned to stroking my body until I calmed down but then I was gripped once more. The touch felt a little different this time but the result was the same. The cage allowed just enough access for a devilish intrusion and I opened my mouth in a silent, frustrated, scream.

Beth judged the moment to perfection and settled more fully on my face with her sex filling my mouth. Moisture escaped her like a squeezed sponge adding her taste to the cocktail that I had already swallowed.

She wanted my tongue but I felt completely drained not helped by the fact that I was sweating freely in the fetid darkness.

Still their hands continued to stroke and tantalize but I was starting to feel detached from reality. Finally, Beth lost patience; if I was not prepared to give then she was going to take. She lifted herself fractionally and then began to rub herself over my features.

At first her movements were constrained but as my face became wetter she increased her tempo until she was jerking her hips at a frantic rate and I could hardly breathe. I began to struggle but, with the help of the others, she simply rode me down.

I knew I had to fight them off but I felt myself getting light headed and the last thing that I remembered with any clarity was Beth screaming into my face.

"Stay with me you bastard!"

Chapter 3

As I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror I could only put it down to temporary insanity. Their laughter, as they ushered me into a taxi, still rang in my ears.

My sleep had been fitful but, having showered and shaved, I felt a little less jaded. My jaw ached and my face still felt sore but there were no outward signs of my ordeal unless, of course, you included the fact that I was still locked in the restraint.

They had pushed all the right buttons telling me that I had proved myself a real man with a unique understanding of a woman's needs. My reward? The promise of a weekend foursome and the chance to be seen out with all three of them with bragging rights.

As I thought more about it their insight was almost uncanny. Sex, with three of the most beautiful women imaginable, amounted to a lottery win but there was almost something more beguiling about the idea of presenting them to my friends afterwards and assuring myself of legendary status.

They just wanted me to play a game.

They told me that there was just a single key to the padlock. I was to be given the opportunity to spend time with each of them in turn and then I had to guess which one of them was the keyholder.

I do not recall actually giving my agreement but it suddenly seemed accepted that the game was on. I definitely remember thinking that the restraint was merely symbolic and that it would not take a great of effort to remove it.

How wrong could I be?

On taking my leave of the girls I was suffering with one of the worse cases of blue balls imaginable. I decided that I would try and sleep it off but I kept on waking with my hand between my legs and the nagging ache of a thwarted erection.

Now that it was time for work I convinced myself that it was simply a matter of self discipline. Fortunately, the restraint was not obvious under my trousers and, for minutes at a time, I almost forgot that I was wearing it.

The trouble started as soon as I left the car park and entered the office. I was used to the attention that I received from the young women about the building, not least the secretarial staff, but I had not realized the extent to which my body reacted to it. In each case it was only a minor stirring but enough to remind me of my predicament.

I made it to my office and fired up my PC. I needed to bring myself up to speed on current developments in European employment law. I had been entrusted with, potentially, one of the most lucrative cases in the history of the firm. I knew that, if I pulled it off, I would make senior partner and my name would be added to the firm's letterhead.

It was a major commission for someone of my experience but I had an edge having spent a year of my degree course studying 'droit communautaire' at the Sorbonne.

I became so engrossed that I did not notice Mrs. P when she came into the room. The tea trolley service was an anachronism and I was not aware of any other firm that maintained the tradition. Mrs. P had started out in the job as a sixteen year old and now, in her late forties, she was regarded as an institution.

She always sported the same apron, tightly cinched, to make the most of her ample charms which were further accentuated by the open neck blouses that she chose to wear. It was almost de rigeur to flirt with her.

"Trying to ignore me?"

She placed my usual cup of Assam on the desk and straightened a stray curl.

"Of course not Mrs. P. How could I?"

We had exchanged this playful banter almost every day since I arrived but today there was something different. My eyes lingered just a little too long on her exposed cleavage and I was unusually aware of her distinctive perfume.

I was told that she was quite a beauty in her day and even now, as a divorced mother of two, she could hold her own with women years younger.

"Not quite yourself today? Those young ladies wearing you out? You need someone to look after you."

It was nothing that she had not said a hundred times before but today it seemed imbued with a fresh significance. I told myself that it was nonsense but a sudden cramp in my groin had me involuntarily reaching beneath the desk.

"Sorry, Mrs P. I must get on."

She looked at me, at first, a little strangely but then with a vestige of a knowing smile on her lips.

"I'll close the door behind me shall I?"

As she walked from the room my eyes dropped to her shapely backside and there was definitely just a little more sashay about her.

As soon as the door was closed I unfastened my trousers but, instead of freeing my erection, my hand found the unyielding perspex that denied it.

I cursed in frustration and tidied myself up.

Instead of returning to my research I called up the browser and typed in 'chastity device'.

I had deliberately avoided the word 'belt' in my search terms to try and exclude references to medieval maidens but, nevertheless, I still expected the results to be heavily weighted towards female chastity.

I was surprised, therefore, to find an extensive netherworld devoted to present day male chastity both voluntary and involuntary. It seemed to be an accepted gay sub-culture but that was negligible when set against bulk of the material available which put in very much in the arena of female dominance.

I was particularly shocked by the many cases where men were being denied sex altogether whilst still being expected to fulfil the needs of their partners. Lost in thought I looked away from the screen and stared at the guest chair in the corner of the room. An image came unbidden to my mind in which Mrs P. occupied the chair whilst I prostrated myself before her.

It was a ridiculous idea but the renewed pain from the device brought a tear to my eye and I had to reach for a tissue.

I decided to take an early lunch but made of the mistake of taking a walk in the park where the office girls in their summer dresses put a severe strain on my self control.

In the afternoon I knuckled down and I was almost in a position to put the finishing touches to my case papers which had taken the best part of three months to prepare. I just needed to collate the material prepared by my two paralegals and I was ready for court.




Uncommon Law



Feeling satisfied with myself I headed home. I decided that the nonsense had to stop and I was determined to remove the restraint as soon as possible.

I showered and then went to the kitchen to survey my meagre collection of household tools. In sum total I had a hammer, an adjustable screwdriver and a craft knife none of which were going to be of much help.

On closer examination the padlock appeared to be an expensively engineered piece so snugly fitted that it would be difficult to introduce a tool and, whilst I might kid myself, my chances of picking the lock were zero.

This left me to consider the device itself. It was close fitting and I would have to be exceedingly careful. There was no way that I was going to make attempt with a saw and bolt cutters seemed a brutal option; besides, I had read a couple of accounts of men who had made wound up with lacerations.

The fact was that it would have been much easier to enlist the help of someone else but I was not, as yet, prepared to face the embarrassment.

I was still pondering my options when the phone rang. It took me a second or two to recognize Naomi's voice.

"Dress nicely and take down this address."

Every instinct told me not to go but I decided that if I met her face to face she would see that I was serious and that it had to end.

The taxi dropped me at an address near the embassy district in a street of terraced Georgian houses. Each was set out on four floors and must have been worth millions but the discrete brass plates on the entrance pillars showed that they were now home to a number of different private banks and wealth funds.

My first thought was that Naomi had brought me to where she worked but when her taxi arrived she led me to a side street where the houses were no less impressive but were clearly private residences.

She looked stunning in a pale blue sheath styled dress but there was no time for small talk as she led me up the entrance steps to the first house in the row. At the door she tapped in an eight digit code and ushered me into an opulently furnished hallway.

There was a liveried doorman standing next to an elevator and he nodded to Naomi in recognition as she pressed the call button.

I followed her in and was mildly surprised when the lift descended rather than ascended.

We were decanted into what appeared to be a private bar but, more than that, there was a sense of exclusivity and discrete wealth.

The walls were wood panelled and beautifully carved to match the leather seats and tables. The carpet, with its Islamic geometric design, looked exquisite and must have cost a king's ransom

By contrast the bar itself was more modern and its backdrop was a wall of malt whiskey bottles from distilleries only one or two of which I recognized.

There were only two other patrons; both were in suits but one was also wore a gutrah, marking him out as an Arab, whilst his companion looked Eastern European. They both glanced appreciatively in Naomi's direction as she took a seat and invited me to sit opposite her.

A waitress came to take our order but she was a waitress like no other. Wearing a form fitting cocktail dress she was a living dream. It was as if she were a movie star whose name I could not quite place.

I was so entranced that I simply nodded when Naomi suggested cocktails. Moments later the drinks were served but this time by another girl equally as stunning.

The cocktail tasted strong but I sipped it without thought as I watched a number of these hostesses come and go. Ellen, Naomi and Beth would cause men to stop in the street but there was something almost ethereal about the beauty of these young women. I put them all in their early twenties and each spoke with an educated, cut-glass, accent.

I realized that I had almost finished my drink barely having spoken to Naomi who seemed amused by my captivation. A second cocktail materialized but I hardly noticed. I was watching the arab who was whispering to one of the girls.

She leaned over a little to catch what he was saying but, at the same moment, she shot a glance in my direction and my breath caught in my throat. Her eyes, set beneath perfectly sculpted dark eyebrows, were deep blue and seemed to see right through me. As she stood up again she shook out her lustrous black hair which hung to the small of her back.

There was an brief exchange between the girls at the bar and then music began to float in the air. There were no visible speakers but the clarity and vibrancy was beyond anything I had ever heard before.

A drum and double bass were laying down a soothing rhythm and then they were joined by single trumpet. I immediately recognized the style of Chris Botti but I had never heard it quite like this. It was like being immersed in sound.

The dark haired girl came over to our table and stood beside me. She flashed me an obscenely perfect smile and then closed her eyes. For a few seconds nothing happened but then the music seemed to flow through her and she began to move.

It began as a gentle sway but, as the notes began to soar, she used her arms and hips to create a physical embodiment of the sound. It was a slow, sensuous, interpretation but her movements enticed the eye to take in the contours of her body from her beautifully shaped breasts to the litheness of her long legs.

I am well travelled, and have been to any number of lap dancing clubs and strip joints, but I had never seen anything so charged with eroticism. It helped that the music was a favourite of mine but there was an imminent danger that, henceforth, I was forever going to associate it with an agonizing pain in the groin.

When it was over she smiled and left without a word. It was a few seconds before I managed to collect myself and turned my attention to Naomi.

"Should I have given her something?"

She laughed.

"Don't be so crass. She probably earns several times what you make in a year, but then they do have an incredibly short shelf life."

With that she beckoned one of the other girls and whispered a few words and I took the opportunity to drain my second drink. I did not know what was in it but it was certainly starting to have an effect. I noticed that Naomi had hardly touched hers.

As I put down my glass the dark haired girl came back to the table, and I wondered if she was going to dance again, but she remained standing by my chair.

"Naomi tells me that you wanted to thank me."

It was a surprise that the girl and Naomi apparently knew one another but not nearly as big a surprise as what came next. The girl reached behind her back and slowly unfastened the zip of her dress. Then, looking at me as if I were a simpleton, she smiled.

"It's probably better if you kneel."

Another of the hostesses appeared at my shoulder and took custody of the dress as if this were all perfectly normal and I was vaguely aware that the arab and his companion had lit up cigars and had turned their chairs towards us.

The girl stood in just her underwear but it looked as if it was custom made for her. Her breasts filled the cups of her bra like a mould, accentuating their delightful uplift, and the silk embroidery of her panties seemed designed to draw the eye to the smooth curve of her sex.

The same pattern was repeated in the welts of her dark stockings which were supported by a simple garter belt.

On another woman the look may have appeared a little trashy but this was the polar opposite. She smiled, confident in the effect that she was having on everyone in the room male and female.

The audience swelled as two more hostesses drifted into the circle to watch the proceedings but the girl paid them no heed her eyes holding mine in a steady gaze.

"I'm waiting."

I felt a little odd, as if it was just me alone in the room with this young goddess who knew my every desire. All assertiveness seemed drained from me and I experienced a sense of disembodiment as I knelt before her.

My hands were shaking like a callow adolescent as I reached out to ease her panties down her legs. As she stepped out of them I slowly raised my eyes to the smooth perfection of her sex.

It had a pampered sheen and I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to trace its shape with my tongue.

I hesitated for an instant as I tried to come to terms with this desire but she saw right through me. Many had knelt at this particular shrine and many more would give all that they had to do so.

The background murmur increased in volume threatening to intrude but she remained in control.

"You may begin..."

I wanted to open my mouth wide and swallow her whole but it was not befitting. Instead, I held myself in check, extended my tongue, and slowly roamed over the full extent of her firm mound.

She indulged me for a moment or two but then she placed her hand on my head and began to guide me.

She kept me from the opening itself and eased me downwards to where a glistening trickle of moisture was escaping her. As I licked I audibly breathed in her scent and there was laughter from the gathering.

I knew that she was playing to gallery but I did not care. My single focus was that flawless delta and I groaned as she finally allowed me a more intimate contact.

I sealed my lips to her, accepting her offering, and caressed with my tongue as I pressed ever deeper.

She remained still, fully in command, but, inside, her body told a different story. She began to deliquesce and my tongue was bathed in warm moisture transmitting her taste.

I formed the impression that I had exceeded her expectations, that this was now something more than just putting on a show, but as her climax began to bloom she retained her composure. I had to swallow hard but her legs barely quivered as it broke over her.

She pushed me from her to a round of applause and I felt the heat of embarrassment added to my already reddened face. She was handed a robe and then everyone melted away as if it had never happened.

I needed to find a washroom to clean myself up but Naomi was draining her glass.

"Come on. Our car's here."

Feeling slightly bemused I allowed her to lead me back up to street level where, for the first time since we had entered the club, my manhood finally relented in its anguished attempts to break out from its prison.

I looked around for a taxi but Naomi pulled me towards a dark Mercedes parked at the kerb. As we approached a female chauffeur got out and opened the rear door. She was dressed in a neat, black, two-piece with stylish knee boots and could have come from the same school that turned out the club's hostesses.

I got in next to Naomi and the car glided into traffic. I was still uncomfortably warm and buzzing from the effects of the alcohol that I had consumed when she turned to me. I was taken completely unawares when she took my face in her hands and kissed me fully on the mouth.

Instinctively, I tried to meet her tongue with mine but she was ravenously devouring me. Only as she broke away to lick at my mouth did I begin to comprehend. She was seeking out the taste of the girl.

I found the idea shocking but, at the same time, extremely arousing with predictable results. I winced with pain as Naomi hauled up her dress.

"Eat me!"

My eyes flicked to the rear view mirror to catch the chauffeur smiling at me but I had no time for contemplation as Naomi tugged me down to my knees. The rear of the car was spacious and allowed plenty of room but, if we stopped in traffic, anyone could look in.

She had shed her underwear somewhere along the way and her sex looked raw and excited, a complete contrast to the girl at the club. I wanted to turn away but I was being driven by darker forces.

With her legs open her scent quickly invaded the confined space and so I was surprised to hear the air conditioning being cut out altogether. It was probably the last rational thought that I had before she pulled me in and held me tightly to her sex.

My earlier performance, or perhaps just the girl, must have gotten to her in a big way. She worked her hips, grinding herself into my face, and came almost immediately but it was just the beginning.

She did not want to come down altogether and she told me to get my tongue deep inside where, even as I was experiencing the fullness of her first climax, I caught the fresher taste of a second starting to develop.

Minutes passed as she regathered her strength and I was dimly aware that the volume of traffic had diminished. I guessed that she had, in some way, signalled the chauffeur to take her time and find a quieter route.

Eventually she wanted to be licked and I set to work on the, now familiar, folds of her labia but my initial lust was spent. She sprawled lazily and I could almost believe that she was enjoying my discomfort; it seemed an age before she finally drew me on to her clitoris.

As I licked at the engorged bud the car began to accelerate and continued to do so at an alarming rate. Naomi began to swear as she urged me to greater effort and she screamed as she started to come. I heard an accompanying peal of laughter from the driver's seat before the car eventually slowed to something closer to legal.

I tried to get up but Noami closed her legs holding me to her sex until the final tremors had passed. When she released me the car came to a stop and I sat up to find myself outside of my own apartment.

Chapter 4

Only as I closed the front door did it occur to me that I had not even broached the subject of the key. I took a shower and the need to take myself in hand was the strongest I had ever known but I had to get my mind in focus.

The following morning I was scheduled to conduct the dummy run of the pre trial review at Wards. The PTR was a formality but I wanted to leave nothing to chance; to lose the case at the preliminary stage would sound the death knell for my career prospects.

I was lucky to get Wards on board as co-counsel. Their experience was second to none and I feared that the French defence lawyers may already have approached them. It was a relief when Wards confirmed that they had no conflict of interest and would act with us.

I turned up at their offices first thing and, as ever, I was impressed with their professionalism. They retained one of their offices as a mocked up court room complete with judges table and witness stand.

Through the course of the day I put up my eleven expert witnesses and led them to the succinct, precise, answers that we had prepared. Not one of them buckled under severe cross examination from Wards who took the part of the defence lawyers.

That evening I was feeling really confident and the more so when I came up for a plan for the restraint. I was going to present myself at the local hospital casualty department and tell them that it was a stag night prank that had gone too far. They might have a laugh at my expense after the event but what would that matter.

I was all set when the phone rang. I had a worrying premonition and, sure enough, it was a woman's voice. For some reason I expected Ellen but it was Beth at the other end of the line.

"Are you free this evening? The others are both away for the night and I think we need to talk. Can you come over?"

I should have said no. I had another session booked with Wards the following day but there was something about her tone of voice. I think I sensed a measure of contrition and I hoped that we had, after all, made a connection. In some indefinable way she really appealed to me.

On an impulse I bought wine and flowers on the way over and she looked suitably pleased as she opened the door.

She appeared different. She had her dark hair swept back from her face and retained in a tight chignon. She was also wearing makeup and my immediate impression was of an Egyptian princess.

This was slightly at odds with her outfit which looked hippy chic. Her blouse was a deep shade of red, beautifully embroidered with a motif of birds and flowers, forming a match with her full length cheesecloth skirt.

As I followed her in my eyes were drawn to the sway of her hips and the shapeliness of her pert derriere.

She poured wine and, whilst the atmosphere was definitely strained to begin with, I soon began to feel relaxed in her company. I had formed the impression of a cats and dogs

do-gooder but it transpired that she was a consultant surgeon and her job took her all over the world.

I found myself bragging a little about my own job and particularly the importance and complexity of my current case and, to her credit, she managed to look interested.

I was wondering how I could take things to another level when she suddenly stood up and took my hand.

"Come to bed."

She led the way upstairs to a room with similar dimensions to Ellen's but far more exotically decorated. The centrepiece was the bed itself with elaborately carved head and foot boards.

I am no expert but I could see that the work was beautifully detailed. I leaned in to take a closer look and then floundered as she pushed me on to the bed. I rolled over onto my back and she threw herself on top of me.

"Do you trust me?"

It was an odd question. I had convinced myself that her interest was genuine and that she was now going to free me. Without waiting for my answer she reached beneath the pillows and pulled out two pairs of pink novelty handcuffs. Lisa and I had actually used such things before but they were little tougher than paper clips and the fun was over almost before it began.

She coaxed my arm towards the bed post and I smiled and went along with it figuring that I would spring a surprise as soon as she thought she had me.

With one wrist secured she paused and took off her blouse to reveal her naked breasts. They were much as I had imagined them, firm globes that would be the desired template for any woman seeking an enhancement, but hers were perfectly natural.

Now, as she leant across to secure my other wrist, she brushed my face with her nipples which underwent an astonishing transformation. Within seconds they shaded from coral pink to a vivid vermillion and stood proudly engorged.

As I looked my tongue moved in my mouth and I wanted her to feed them to me but, now that I was secure, she stood up to finish undressing. It took just half a minute to divest herself of her skirt and panties and then she started on me.

She slipped off my shoes and socks and then, with a little more effort, she relieved me of my trousers and undershorts. She smiled slyly as she played her hand over my imprisoned manhood before undoing my shirt to reveal my chest.

"Are you going to unlock me?"

"All in good time."

She began to run her hands all over my body which was very soothing but, at the same time, very arousing to the extent that I gave a groan of pain.

"Please..."

She ignored my entreaty and began to slide her body over mine. I could feel the firmness of her nipples and then the increasing wetness of her sex. Twisting and turning she worked her way up from my legs, over my torso, even taking in my captive arms.

Slowly but surely she was oiling my skin using the fur of her sex as a brush. Had I known beforehand what she intended I would have refused to cooperate but, now that it was actually happening, I felt a real charge.

There seemed to be a measure of cause and effect. The more of my body that she covered the more aroused she became and her scent lay over us like a blanket.

Finally, she rested on top of me and began to grind her sex against my restraint. She had her eyes closed but her face, just inches above mine, expressed a look of increasing ecstasy.

I could not help myself. I thrust my hips in an effort to meet her but only at the expense of a growing ache between my legs. I forced myself to remain still, in the hope that she would understand, but she was lost in her own private nirvana.




Uncommon Law



Her breathing became more rapid and then, with a long drawn out sigh, she reached the pinnacle. She held herself rigid and, when she could take no more, she collapsed onto me and began to stroke my face.

"That was so good..."

I really hoped that she was not like the others but, with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I had to accept that she was just playing the game.

"I have to take a shower"

She sprang from me so quickly that I did not get the chance to reason with her before she disappeared into the en-suite closing the door behind her.

Hearing the running water I would have given anything to take a shower myself and that was when I made up my mind to leave.

I tugged tentatively at the restraints on my wrists but to no obvious effect and so I braced myself and made a concerted effort. Using all my strength all I managed to do was to hurt myself and so I paused and took stock.

The restraints, which at first seemed so flimsy, now appeared more substantive. I could see, looking more carefully, that the links were welded and were not going to open. I also noticed that the cuffs themselves were rubber lined and that she had affixed them to the metalwork of the headboard and not the wooden fretwork.

Trying a new tactic I attempted to shake them loose, in the hope that they had not been locked closed, but I only succeeded in moulting the pink fur that had made them seem so innocuous.

I was seething but I had no choice but to wait until she came back.

I must have dozed because I was brought back to reality by the opening of the door and it was as if a different woman had returned. She was still naked but she had removed her make-up and loosened her hair which framed her face with soft natural curls.

She was imbued with that spirit of innocence that had so appealed to me on first meeting her. As she drew nearer I could smell her freshly applied perfume. It was a heady, eastern, scent but it suited her perfectly.

"Beth, I have a very heavy day tomorrow."

"You've still got a little time for me haven't you?"

She spoke playfully and did not wait for my answer. With feline grace she mounted the bed and knelt astride my head. Just days ago I would have resented her attitude and I would have made my feelings very clearly known but something had changed.

In part it was the feeling of helplessness. The knowledge that aside from biting there was nothing I could do to stop her; but there was something else. As she brushed her sex over my mouth I actually wanted to taste her.

This realization came as a profound shock and I underwent a momentary feeling of displacement. A stranger was inhabiting my body.

Her movements wafted me with the clean smell of citrus but what I sought was the musky undertone that was slowly seeping through. I breathed deep and my mouth was washed with saliva.

Somehow, she had an innate understanding of what I was going through and she continued to tease. I lifted my head to reach her but moved with me, keeping her distance, grazing my lips with her curls.

She laughed, and in that laughter I recognized a hint of triumph and a final crumbling of my resistance.

Now assured, she came to rest on my face and opened herself to my tongue which I willingly offered up. In spite of all that gone before she was still moist inside and, as her taste filled my mouth, my whole body shivered.

Time stood still as I tended to her but the constant pain that resulted was transmuted. My body was telling me that my sacrifice would be made worthwhile if only I could only hold on for just a little longer...

As she started to come she moved gently back and forth, encouraging me to open my mouth a little wider, then she relaxed fully and allowed the dam to burst.

When it was over she curled up at my side, with her hand across my chest, and her shallow breathing told me that she had fallen into a light sleep. For a short while afterwards I was tortured by my own thoughts as I tried to understand just what was happening to me, and then I drifted off.

I awoke from a nightmare in which I was trapped in suffocating darkness only to find my fear made real. She had mounted my face whilst I slept but this time sealing me in with her closed thighs.

I shook my head frantically until she raised herself a little to allow me to draw a heaving breath. The room was a lot darker now but there was still sufficient light to enable me to see the look of anger on her face.

"Beth! Enough is enough. I have to go."

"It's enough only when I say so."

I was stunned by her apparent transformation but my words seemed to have the desired effect as she got up from the bed. She crossed to the bay window, where a chaise longue was placed to take in the garden, and collected a heavy bolster.

She brought it back to the bed and then pushed it beneath the small of my back. I struggled half-heartedly unsure what she intended and not wanting to physically harm her. The whole time I tried to reason with her but she would not answer.

I fought against her in earnest when she took hold of my ankles and started to lift my legs but she was surprisingly strong and I guessed, that it her line of work, she was often called upon to subdue uncooperative animals.

I managed to get one leg free and kicked out in genuine anger but she sidestepped and, in the same movement, she delivered a single sharp slap to my balls.

The sudden pain brought tears to my eyes and I was powerless to resist as she pushed my legs over my head. The purpose of the bolster was now made clear as, with my hips raised, my centre of gravity was working against me.

I saw, too late, the stockings already attached to the bed posts and with quick deft movements, which worryingly suggested previous experience, she looped them over my feet.

I swore with anger but she simply laughed as my struggles only served to tighten the devilish knots.

She took a sip of water from a glass on the bedside table and then opened the drawer.

"Beth! Don't do this! Just sit down and talk to me!"

Her smile was cruel as she slipped on a latex glove and then proceeded to lubricate it.

If anyone were looking for a way to make me confront my demons in Room 101 then what Beth was threatening would be top of my list. It was an irrational fear, and it had caused friction with sexual partners in my past, but I could not get over it.   

I was literally begging her as she started to run her fingers over my hideously exposed backside but she looked at me coldly and said quietly.

"No one refuses me."

My breath caught in my throat and my muscles clenched painfully as she tested me with the pad of her finger. She pressed gently, gauging the resistance, and then she smiled.

"A virgin?..I am going to enjoy this."

I wrenched my body violently, and hurled a stream of invective, but she remained serenely unperturbed. She recovered her discarded panties from the floor and, pausing only to slowly wipe them between her legs, she pushed them deep into my mouth.

I tried to expel them but she held them in place with a single finger.

"If you spit them out they are going straight back in and I'll gag you as well. It's your choice."

It took all of my willpower to hold myself in check. I could afford no further loss of liberty and I had no doubt that she was prepared to carry out her threat.

Now that I was momentarily quelled she picked up where she had left off teasing me with her finger. She was in no hurry and she described a lazy circle only now and then testing the tension at its centre.

I was sweating profusely not least because of the effort required to keep my muscles taut and I could feel myself weakening moment by moment.

She came to rest and there was now a steady, more insistent, pressure. I drew on my last reserves of physical strength but I was no match for her single, slickened, finger.

With a deft twist she pushed home to the first knuckle and, for an appalling moment, I feared that I would totally embarrass myself but she paused and allowed me to come to terms with the initial intrusion.

I was breathing hard and my body began to spasm as it reflexively tried to expel her but she used the contractions to her advantage. Each time there was a momentary relaxation she exerted just a little more pressure until her finger was almost fully home.

I tried to plead with her through the sodden mess of her panties but all that I got was a mock smile of sympathy. Holding my anger in check I kept as still as possible and found that I could bear the discomfort but then I felt a renewed stretching.

I sensed, rather than saw, that she was sliding her thumb against the finger that was already embedded and my eyes widened in horror.

"Don't fight it...you might even find that you enjoy it."

At that moment I could have killed her for her mocking tone but I was powerless and she knew it.

It took an effort on her part to ease her thumb through the tight portal but, once it was broached, she found it all too easy. I wanted to scream and, when I felt her trying for a third finger, I began to struggle in earnest.

I tried to thrash myself free but the combination of the restraints and the bolster allowed me little freedom of movement. Worse still, she turned my exertions to her advantage and leaned her weight into me.

By the time I had exhausted myself the tips of all four fingers had found a lodgement and I spat the panties from my mouth in despair.

"Please Beth...don't"

She brought her face closer to mine and I saw the evil glint of excitement in the darkness of her eyes.

"You're not going to disappoint me are you?"

I knew then that pleading would avail me nothing and she allowed a second or two for it to sink in before slowly and inexorably she began to rotate her hand.

For a woman she seemed possessed of inhuman strength and I gave a strangled scream as, with a grunt of effort, she pressed home up to her wrist.

I felt as if I was being torn apart but, after an initial flaring of pain, there was a just a disturbing sense of being filled. It was uncomfortable but, at the same time, it seemed to trigger an endorphin rush with an unwelcome feeling of exhilaration.

Bringing to bear a disturbing level of experience she slowly moved her hand within. It was a gentle, almost imperceptible, piston stroke that had me riding with it as I strove for a vaguely familiar sensation.

She smiled anew as she recognized the moment of transition and for the next few moments she worked me as I tried to come to terms with what I was undergoing.

When she finally eased herself free I felt something more than just a physical emptiness and I guiltily understood that, for all the discomfort, there was something here that I wanted to explore further. The shock of this realization was increased when she suddenly began to probe once more with a single finger.

It had slipped in unfelt but she began to massage a spot somewhere inside that had me gasping for breath. For a few seconds I felt the twinge of a painfully thwarted erection but then there was simply the sensation of frustrated release.

It felt unnerving as my balls tightened in that familiar way that presaged an ejaculation but there was none of the associated pleasure. I wanted her to stop but she seemed to know more about my body than I did. She continued to massage me with an unrelenting rhythm, and then I felt a sudden, unsatisfying, leakage.

She laughed out loud as she surveyed the results of her ministrations and then, without a word, she discarded the soiled glove and left the room.

Chapter 5

I shouted myself hoarse but she did not return and, at some point, notwithstanding the many aches and pains, I must have dropped off.

When I awoke there was daylight coming through the curtains and my restraints were gone. A quick survey of the house revealed that there was no one home and I washed and dressed as quickly as I could.

The temptation to go through their things, to try and get inside their heads, was almost overwhelming but, whilst I did spend a couple of minutes fruitlessly searching out the key to the cock cage, I was in danger of being late for my meeting at Wards.

Their front door locked automatically behind me and I dashed back to my own flat for a clean suit.

In the event I was only a few minutes late at Wards but I found it hard to focus as we went over the results of the previous days' testimonies. The afternoon proved even worse. With Wards' partners taking the role of the presiding judges panel and advocate for the defence I presented our case for the prosecution.

I had lived and breathed the case law and precedents for the last three months but my mind seemed to go blank. They tore me to shreds and let me know, in no uncertain terms, that, unless I upped my game, we would not even make it to trial.

The pre-trial review was taking place in just seven days time with the French defence team flying in at the weekend. I could bullshit our managing partner to a degree but he would almost certainly quiz my supporting paralegals on an informal basis and the worry was in their faces to be seen.

I prevailed upon the Wards people to give me another chance and, after a break, and working late into the night, I made a second presentation. This one went a lot better and they were more encouraging in their feedback.

At home, afterwards, I vowed to myself that I would give it everything I had up to the review and, bizarrely, the restraint proved a blessing in disguise. Whilst I was wearing it there could be no physical distractions.

Over the ensuing days I worked the team hard and by Tuesday confidence was high once again. The senior partners, along with Wards, conducted their final appraisal and announced themselves satisfied; all that mattered now was my advocacy on the day.

With the court date set for Thursday I was told to take Wednesday off and relax. I was tempted to get the restraint removed but, for reasons I could not explain to myself, although superstition may have played a part, I decided that I would wait until the review was concluded before I rewarded myself.

I slept in on Wednesday and it was almost lunchtime before I shaved and took a shower.

I was still drying myself off when the doorbell rang. Expecting a courier with the bound case transcripts I tied a towel around my waist and opened the door.

I was shocked to find Ellen standing there in company with another woman.

"May we come in?"

Without waiting for an answer she strode through into the living room with her companion in tow.

"Ellen, this is not a good time."

"Don't be silly. Make some coffee."

I should have stuck to my guns and seen them off but something about the tone of her voice, and my innate sense of good manners, held sway. I left them to grab myself a pair of track bottoms and a tee shirt and then ground some beans.

As the coffee brewed I pondered the reason for the visit but one thought was uppermost in my mind. I had played their 'game' and neither Naomi and Beth had volunteered the key which lead to the assumption that Ellen had retained it all along whilst they had a cruel joke at my expense.

I served Ellen and she introduced Mari whose looks and accent suggested Spanish origins. She appeared to be somewhere in her forties but something about her manner suggested that she might have been older.

The lines in her face were not deeply etched but hinted at a very happy life and her thick black hair was shot through with strands of silver to remain in keeping. She obviously kept herself in shape, and carried off her daringly short skirt with ease, but my eyes were drawn to her impressive décolletage.

She was wearing a revealing scooped necked cashmere sweater which, on anyone else, might have seemed inelegant but she retained an air of refinement.

I was about to ask what was going on, and who exactly Mari was, when Ellen put down her cup.

"I want you to show it to Mari."

Her meaning was immediately clear to me but I could not quite believe what I was hearing. I looked at Mari but she seemed totally composed. She crossed her legs, revealing just a little more of her sheer black stockings, and leaned forward a fraction.

After a second or two I found my voice.

"You have to be kidding me."

"On the contrary, I am totally serious. Take your pants down."

The whole situation was absurd but there was something in her tone of voice which chimed deep within me and I found myself lost in her calculating stare. The room felt as if it were shrinking and I seemed incapable of rational thought.

A shrill siren was sounding in the upper reaches of my consciousness but my functioning was being determined by the darker recesses of my psyche. I slid the track bottoms down to my ankles and stepped out of them.

"Come closer."

I took a step forward and my eyes remained locked with Ellen's as Mari tentatively reached forward to touch my imprisoned manhood. She tested the closely fitted padlock and then spoke almost in awe.

"I am sorry for disbelieving you...It is all true?"

"Every word. Take off your skirt...you'll be more comfortable."

My eyes flickered as the import of her words sank in but I found myself frozen to the spot as Mari got to her feet and hesitantly worked the fastenings of her waistband. As she set her skirt aside Ellen looked across drawing my eyes with hers.

Mari's thighs, sheathed in the dark silk of her stockings, were a little plumper than I would have imagined but still, nevertheless, attractive. Her dark complexion helped, adding a healthy lustre to her skin.

She noted my appreciation and turned a little shifting her weight to provocatively jut her pelvis. She had a classical hour-glass figure but my eyes had already flitted to the line of her panties.

They were black, and would probably have been deemed sensible by today's standards, but they were beautifully embroidered and, I guessed, very expensive. They hugged her closely and emphasised her very prominent mons.

She needed no further guidance. She seemed fully attuned to the unbidden urges which held me in thrall.

Now, with total confidence, she eased herself out of her panties and stood with her legs just a little apart.

I could feel my heart pumping as I stared at her sex shadowed by a close shaved frizz of black hair. Even as I looked I felt the need to swallow and she smiled knowing exactly what it betokened.

She retook her place on the sofa, settled herself comfortably, and allowed her legs to part. No words were spoken, the choice was entirely mine, but they knew that I was beyond salvation.

I felt disembodied as I slowly knelt before her. I was vaguely aware of the slight bulge of her belly but it was at the periphery of my vision as I found focus on the up swell of her pudenda.

The light sparked from the few silver trespassers in the uniform darkness and from a centre line moist with excitement. Just a short while ago I would have found it unattractive but she was a woman of experience, who obviously took pride in her maturity, and I found it disturbingly arousing.

I felt an almost painful tension in my neck muscles as I began to bow my head accompanied by a sharper pain from my groin resulting from an irrational erection.

As I accepted the welcoming haven of her thighs I caught the heavy, musky perfume with which she had anointed her skin but this was complimented by her ever stronger natural scent.

It was a scent that I had become very familiar with in the past few days but there was something indefinable that made it uniquely hers.

When I was almost upon her she relaxed completely and her perfectly matched labia parted a little revealing a livid pink hinterland.

I closed my eyes and licked along the length of the moist reveal. Her taste seeped into my mouth triggering a feeling of excitement that I had not felt since I set out on my voyage of sexual discovery as a naive teenager.




Uncommon Law



I licked again, more greedily, pressing my tongue deeper.

"He's very eager."

Her accented voice seemed to reach me from afar. Ellen laughed in reply but I was lost as I stretched to the limit to reach her molten core. She writhed in appreciation and I felt her pliant muscles squeezing in gratitude.

At this extreme my tongue ached but I ignored it as I sealed my mouth to her sex and sucked gently all that she had to offer.

I do not know what had passed between them before they arrived but Mari's anticipation must have stoked her arousal. The ooze of moisture quickly became a rush as her body stiffened and she submitted to a brief but violent climax.

I stayed with her as she juddered to a finish and then licked gently at her distended maw as she lay in a state of stupor. I do not know for how long I ministered to her but I found a new pleasure in seeking out the subtle difference in her aftertaste and the variation in the feel of her sex now that it was fully relaxed.

"Does he need a break?"

"Not unless you do..."

She did not. She stroked my hair to let me know that it was time to concentrate once more as we commenced the long journey towards her second orgasm.

For almost an hour I tended to her with all of the new found skills at my disposal. At some points she encouraged me, urging me to bring her close, but at others she relaxed speaking and laughing with Ellen as though I were a simple adjunct.

By the finish my whole body ached, including frustrated attempts at erection, but it was all subsumed into some sense of well-being as if I had, somehow, found a destiny.

Ignoring the sharp spines of her short growth I would, now and again, preen her whole sex before coming back to the font but, finally, she widened her legs just a little more letting me know it was time.

Her clitoris had long since escaped its soft cave and it now lay engorged beneath my tongue. I licked lovingly, carefully gauging her reaction to each movement, and she seemed content to trust in me to bring her a crescendo.

Despite my tired tongue I remained unhurried easing off each time I had lifted her to an ever higher plateau. Her breathing was becoming more ragged and her thighs shone with a sheen of perspiration when she could finally take no more.

I felt her momentary fear that perhaps, after all, the promise would not be fulfilled but with one final fluttering touch she reached a previously unscaled pinnacle. She cried out and tears ran from her eyes as she was held aloft by wave after wave of contentment.

I had given my all and I remained slumped as I tried to recover my breath and to work some life back into my tortured jaw muscles. I found myself hoping, in some perverse way, that I had made Ellen proud and, perhaps, a little jealous but I could not shake the conviction she was still pulling all of the strings.

When the atmosphere had cooled a little I made ready to get up but I was brought up short as Ellen reached out to run the back of her fingers slowly along the top of Mari's thigh. I saw the look of hesitancy and uncertainty in the older woman's eyes but, far from removing her hand, Ellen traced a line down to the back of Mari's knee.

Instinctively, Mari drew up her leg and hugged it to her chest but then something unspoken passed between them. The expression on Mari's face turned from shock to disbelief but then to heightened excitement.

Looking back at me her pupils were dilated to such an extent that her deep brown eyes looked almost completely black. As I watched she carefully lifted her other leg so that she had both feet on the seat of the sofa.

Her sex was lewdly exhibited but it now presented itself as a sinister downward pointing arrowhead.

Her pose displayed the broad spread of her toned buttocks drawing the eye to the ring of darkness at the very heart. For a few seconds I stopped breathing and simply stared in disbelief. Here was something that I had always baulked at in the past but she now expected it as her due.

This was one step too far but, as I started to voice my refusal, her open sex began to weep and a single, viscous, bead of moisture caught the light as it lazily flowed down along her furrow.

Why this one image should so affect me I could not say but I felt the blood pulsing at my temples and my body braced itself for the inevitable reaction from my groin. Without thought I leant forward and put out my weary tongue.

I caught up the runnel at its low point and slowly retraced its path all the way upwards. Her skin bore the salty tang of perspiration but I was already making a second sweep. I could feel the latent power of her muscles beneath the taut smoothness of her skin but this contrasted with the forbidding firmness of the opening itself.

I pulled away for a moment to try and gather my senses but her honey toned flesh glistened with inviting wetness. It had a hypnotic allure and I bent once more and sought out the very centre with the tip of my tongue.

The taste of her had pooled here and I lapped at it knowing that nothing more could be expected of me; her tightness was beyond any strength of mine.

As I continued she began to moan, a growl of pleasure, which rose each time I favoured her with a firmer touch. I pressed and held until it almost became a cry of frustration but then she gave a single gasp and I felt a sudden relaxation.

Before I could react I was pinched within the opening. My impulse was to flex my tongue to escape but, in so doing, I was only sucked further in.

"Yes!!"

She gave voice to the single word with a mixture of triumph and relief and I was gripped as if she would never let me go. My tongue fought back against the insistent squeezing but this only served to heighten her excitement. She brought her fingers to her sex and began to slowly rub at her clitoris.

I thought that she had nothing else to give but she summoned up fresh reserves of stamina. I was so close that I could see the slight imperfections in her otherwise immaculately applied nail polish as she began to work herself more energetically

I could do nothing as a slender strand of saliva escaped the side of my open mouth but in truth the taste was not as paid as I feared. It was a little musty, but not unpleasant, and, at that moment, my senses were being swamped by the fresh reek of arousal which rose from her heated sex.

Ellen chose that moment to place her hand at the back of my head, making it absolutely clear that I was not to move, and we waited together as Mari closed her eyes and fought her way to the summit for the final exhausting time.

She, too, must have feared that I would make an escape because her fingers became almost a blur until, finally, with a renewed shout of joy, she began to come spurting gouts of moisture in the process which I was powerless to avoid.

It seemed incredible that she could still be so wet but the evidence mockingly dampened my hair and ran down my face.

Chapter 6

Ellen gave no explanation. By the time I had cleaned myself up they had left and the only remaining evidence was the lingering scent of arousal which still hung in the air.

I needed time to try and reach an understanding of what had happened and what it told me about myself. Ellen seemed capable of opening doors in my unconscious which I would rather have kept closed.

Fortunately, or otherwise, I was left with no time for introspection. The expected courier arrived with my paperwork and I spent the afternoon adding last minute annotations to my personal copy.

That evening I met up with my two paralegals and treated them to a curry. We deliberately avoided the topic uppermost in each of our minds save that, at the end of the night, we toasted the impending success of the pre-trial review.

On Thursday morning I put on a new shirt and tie and surveyed myself in the mirror. If all went to plan a trial date would be set and we would, in all probability, have about twelve months to build the final case. The work would be hard, perhaps daunting, but the rewards were almost limitless.

The morning went well. I set out the broad thrusts of our arguments, the precedents to which we intended to refer, and the witnesses we wished to call. In the afternoon our French opponents made their opening arguments and, by the end of the day, it was generally agreed that we were well ahead on points.

I slept soundly and arrived early on Friday morning to greet my expert witnesses. I reminded them that they were not actually presenting evidence at this stage but were simply helping the adjudicating panel to weigh the merits of our suit.

All went well until, under cross-examination, my first witness was quizzed on his personal medical history. We had discussed this and assured ourselves that it would not be an issue not least because our opponents would not be privy to it.

I immediately raised an objection, which was upheld, but I looked daggers at my team wondering how the information had got out.

As each successive witness took the stand the French lawyers seemed aware of the vulnerabilities that we ourselves had identified and dismissed. In truth, there was nothing of great substance but taken as a whole it might have been enough to place the seeds of doubt.

There had obviously been a leak and I was apoplectic but this was tempered by a tinge of guilt. In one instance they had raised an issue which I knew I had touched on when bragging to Beth but this was something more sinister.

Wards had the good grace not to start finger pointing and insisted on taking the positives out of the morning session. They reminded me that the French were only presenting one witness and I was well enough armed to carry the day.

Whilst rehearsing I had pictured, in my mind, the Emeritus Professor of Civil Law at the University of Barcelona to be a crusty book worm out of touch with current advances in European employment law.

In the event I had to grab the podium to steady myself when Maritxu Curuchet entered the room. The shock of recognition was all the greater as I considered the manner in which I had prostrated myself before her just forty-eight hours earlier.

I went to pieces and the judges, recognizing that something was wrong, allowed one of the Wards partners to continue the cross-examination.

Afterwards sympathies and kind sentiments were expressed but I knew, in spite of any lingering optimism, that, three days hence, the panel was going to rule against us.

My fury knew no bounds. I made a call to Ellen's office only to be told that she was working from home and, without thought, I jumped into a taxi.

Naomi opened the front door and some part of my mind registered her form fitting leotard. She was glowing from a recent work out and she did not seem overly surprised to see me.

"I'm here to see Ellen."

"She's in her room, but she's busy right now."

"She'll see me."

Doing something completely out of character I forcefully eased her aside and strode over to Ellen's door. I knocked loudly and entered without waiting for an answer. I knew exactly what I was going to say, and none of it was polite, but the sight that greeted me left me dumbstruck.

Ellen was propped up in bed, her back supported by a mound of pillows. She was completely naked with her legs outstretched. Between them a delightfully shaped blonde was laying face down with her mouth eagerly engaged.

Ellen looked completely unfazed but the girl flinched and had to be petted.

"Don't stop pretty one. You're doing so well

With the words still dry in my mouth I had to concede that she looked serenely beautiful and I felt a hollow ache somewhere deep inside. Good manners dictated that I should left them alone but my anger finally broke through.

"You set me up. You've ruined my fucking career."

She smiled enigmatically.

"On the contrary, I have done you a great favour."

"It wasn't even your case. What do you get out of this?"

I tried to keep my voice level but it was a losing battle.

"I simply used what I knew. One day I will need a favour from the French and I will call it in"

"At the expense of my career?"

She sighed as if she was having to explain to a simpleton.

"Look, when we first meet I did not like you. As a lawyer you're good but your attitude towards woman stank. Now, I think you'll agree, I have helped you to find out something about yourself and I've definitely changed the way in which you view women; all that remains is to channel that former callousness into your professional life."

At that moment the blonde came up for air but Ellen held her in place.

"That's lovely sweetheart but don't tire yourself too much. You've got a long way to go yet"

With that she eased the girls head back into place and languidly teased her own dark nipples which were already engorged.

"I want you to go now, but I want you to think about this. Two years from now I fully intend to be heading up my own practise. With a little moulding, you are going to make a first class lawyer with some special talents that I could put to use. Do you want to be with me..or against me?"

With that she casually cleared the hair from the nape of the girl's neck and my final psychological pit prop was kicked way as I recognized a discrete but all too familiar tattoo.

That night I hardly slept and when I did drop off it was only to be tortured with images of Ellen. My prospects were not looking good and she was offering some sort of lifeline but it was a pact with the devil.

I phoned in to the office and they understood when I said that I wanted to take a day's leave. I moped around in the morning but was surprised by the doorbell at lunchtime. I was not expecting anyone and I chose to ignore it but then I heard the key in the lock.

Besides the cleaner only one other person had a key to my flat and I got up from the chair to find Lisa standing in the doorway. It occurred to me that, with most of our trysts taking place after work, I had rarely seen her in anything other than business attire but today she looked beautiful in a simple blue dress that showed off her legs to devastating effect and suggested that she had eschewed a bra.

I wanted to be angry but the effort seemed beyond me.

"Why did you do it?"

She did not answer immediately but came and sat on the sofa opposite me where her dress barely protected her modesty.

With her usual cute habit she used her fingers to brush her long blonde hair forward over her right shoulder and, had I been standing behind her, I would have been able to see her tattoo with the griffin and star motif of her Cambridge University.

Were they lovers? To the best of my knowledge Lisa was in no way interested in other women and had once expressed disgust when we had watched a film together which had presented an unexpected lesbian encounter.

Only after I left Ellen's had it all fallen into place. In many ways Lisa was my best friend and I unconsciously used her as a sounding board. Only to her had I fully confided my worries and doubts about the proceedings and she had proved a far better listener than I had ever imagined.

She had still not answered and so I asked again.

"Why?"

She smiled as she replied.

"Let's call it common interests."

I pondered this for a moment.

"I still don't get it. What's was in it for you? Are you lovers?"

She laughed a little at that.

"No, that was just part of the price I had to pay. It's you I wanted...and she gave you to me."

I still failed to understand until, with studied deliberation, she slowly parted her legs.

"Come over here"

There was no thinking, there was no need. I fell to my knees and began to worship whilst she sighed with pleasure and slowly toyed with the tiny padlock key that hung from her neck.