5 comments/ 14116 views/ 3 favorites A Suspended Learning Experience By: deCarabas_hj The sound from the enormous speakers made the fabric of his shirt push against the skin of his chest, and jarred the teeth in his skull. The chains and zippers on his black trousers felt like they were jingling in the blast waves. He stood leaning on a railing overlooking the main dance floor, watching the dancers. Particularly one dancer. That girl from the party. She was dancing in a loose group of what he assumed were her friends, four or five other girls who had been at his co-worker's party. They were all a couple of years younger than him, and appeared to have met at college. They were all wearing various shades of black, but the girl who he was watching was perhaps the classiest of the group. She wore a calf-length, straight black skirt, a semi-transparent spiderweb long sleeve top and a plain black overbust corset. Coupled with her understated makeup and her long, straight black hair it gave her a sleek look that only further accentuated her fine-limbed body and her delicate face. She was beautiful - and she knew it. Stephen smiled wickedly. ******* At the party she had behaved with a smug disdain for just about everyone around her, including the other girls in her little coterie. Stephen had overheard her making snide comments about the other guests at the party when he had gone to get a drink at the "bar" (simply a table piled high with lots of booze), and promptly labeled her as "not worth the effort". Half an hour later, though, his co-worker who owned the flat and hosted the party dragged him over to introduce him to the gaggle of goth girls. Apparently some of them were old friends of the hosts fiancee, or something like that. Stephen had merely shook their hands and said hi, fully intending to make the encounter brief, when the "queen" of the gang (whose name was "Louise" or something) said: "Is that Snakebite you're drinking? I think that stuff tastes like it's had a previous owner. But I guess some people like it that way." She sneered at him, making the other girls snicker slightly. Stephen raised an eyebrow at her and replied: "Well, I guess you'd know all about that, since that purse of yours looks like it's had several. Dumpster diving isn't the same as 'vintage', you know." He winked at her and walked off before she had a chance to pull her jaw up from the floor. A little while later, when Stephen was discussing the finer points of EBM lyrics with Tez (an old friend and self-professed "rivethead and raging bull-dyke") he caught "Louise" and a couple of her friends glaring at him as they were nursing their wine coolers by the bay window. Tez caught his amused smirk and looked up. "Damn, look at miss Prissy-pants and her friends, the Living Dead Dolls (tm)," Tez chuckled. "What did you do, pee in her drink?" She planted her clunky army boot on the table, belched and crushed her empty beer can in a meaty fist. "Not quite, but close. I told her that her purse looked like it came from a dust bin", Stephen chuckled. Tez roared with laughter. "Better be careful then, or we'll find you in a dark alley some night, drained of blood and smelling of patchouli!" Tez guffawed. "Tell you what though, little bitch like that, I wouldn't mind teaching her a few lessons in humility... in private, if you get my meaning!" She winked broadly and guffawed again, and then it was time to amble off to the club. ******* The Belltower was one of the city's most famous rock clubs. Housed in what once used to be an actual church, it made a striking impression even on those who had been there many times before. It was one of those churches that had been put up in the trailing end of the Carpenter Gothic architectural style during the 30's, built from brown brick to look a bit like something from an older era. The windows had originally been clear, but were now painted with faux lead glass imagery depicting the saints of rock 'n roll (including Elvis, Joan Jett and Marilyn Manson). The entrance held the usual wardrobe and toilets, with a ticket booth installed for the club, but the interior was rather different from what a church goer might expect. The pews were all gone, along with just about every other piece of church furniture. The walls everywhere were painted black and covered by many layers of rock posters. The first ting a visitor encountered was a massive bar, lit in red from beneath giving it a hellish cast. Immediately beyond it was the dance floor, cordoned off by a waist-high fence. At the furthest end, where the altar once stood, was now the DJ booth on a platform. Along the walls were stools for people to sit, and on either side of the room were walkways where one could get to the lounge area on a suspended platform above the DJ booth. Despite the massive speakers on the dance floor it was actually possible to carry a conversation in the lounge, more or less. This particular night the club had its Goth Night, playing host to a throbbing sea of corpse-pale faces and lots of black clothes. The swirling lights glinted off numerous body piercings, and Bauhaus competed with Combichrist and the Crüxshadows for space on the DJ's turntable. After a couple of rounds on the dance floor, Stephen got another beer and went up on the walkway to cool down a bit. As he stood there looking out on the dancing goths his eye was caught by "Louise" and her gaggle of friends. They were dancing in a cluster, all carefully posing as best they could, mirroring each other. They seemed to be more concerned with looking good than actually enjoying the music. Stephen sneered at them and sipped his beer. Just then "her majesty" looked up and met his eye. He smiled maliciously at her, and waggled his beer bottle with the label visible. Her aloof expression turned to a glare, but he just winked at her again and walked into the lounge. ******* The lounge was not particularly crowded, as most people were still packed on the dance floor. A few of the booths were occupied, and here and there couples (and the occasional ménage a trois) were snogging sloppily on a few of the red vinyl recliners. the room was lit mostly by red lights, but when Stephen entered he saw a flash of purple in one of the white spotlights by the bar. He recognised the bright purple sidecut as belonging to Sarah (whom an avid reader also might recognise from the story 'Secret Room'), so he sauntered over to give her a hug. She smiled brightly at him, her lips as purple as her hair and nails. The D-rings on her short black dress jingled against the ones on his trousers as she pushed herself against him. Sarah introduced her friend Eric, a waify boy in skinny PVC pants and a mesh tank top who blinked shyly at Stephen in a way that made him suspect that Sarah had mentioned some of the fun and games he had played with her when they first met. Stephen shook Eric's hand, and gave Sarah's bum a playful squeeze that earned him a chuckle and a kiss on the cheek from her and an awed stare from the boy (who in all honesty was no younger than 25 at least). Stephen brought another round in, and they carried on talking. It turned out that Eric was studying graphic design hoping to become a professional illustrator some day. Stephen produced a business card and told him to get in touch, since his company often accepted interns from different art schools. Eric goggled at him again and thanked him profusely. "Don't thank me yet," Stephen replied. "I'll make no promises, but when you're looking for internships I can put your name up. If the art director likes your stuff, we're rolling. Not my call." They spent a little while talking, but Sarah and Eric eventually had to leave. Stephen sat for a while, nursing the last of his beer, but finally decided to go home. Just as he put the bottle down and was about to rise, "Louise" pushed through the heavy vinyl curtains that served as a door to the Lounge. She stopped just inside the doorway, somewhat unsteadily, and looked around. On her heels followed two of her Goth Barbie cohorts; one tall icy blonde in a sleek black dress, a pierced nose and pale blue hair extensions, and a slightly shorter Punjabi girl, all natural black spiky hair and that creamy milk chocolate complexion. She wore a shorter black dress and a red satin corset. Stephen raised an eyebrow, brushed his fringe out of his eyes and regarded them with some curiosity. The bitch queen seemed to be looking for someone, while the other two tried to talk her into coming with them. Finally her eyes fell on Stephen, and she came up to his table in what would probably have been a regal stride if she hadn't ruined the appearance by stumbling slightly. Her two friends trailed after her, looking slightly annoyed. "Oh no," he thought ironically to himself. "Looks like I am to be chastised." He chuckled quietly. The trio stopped in front of Stephen and made their best attempt at glaring at him. He just smiled sardonically at them, and just as the leader opened her mouth to say something he broke in loudly: "Good evening, ladies. Have a seat!" When the girl sputtered but none of them made a move to comply, he sharpened his smirk to a glare, snapped his fingers and said: "Sit!" They sat. "You're that guy from Charlie's party," the leading girl opened with. "Who do you think you are, to talk to me like that?" She slurred slightly, betraying that she was a bit drunk. She seemed coherent enough for conversation, though. "I thought we were introduced before, but all right. I'm Stephen, I work with Charles. And you are...?" He thrust his hand at the girl, and reluctantly she took it. "I'm Eloise, but that..." Stephen dropped her hand and turned to the blonde. Her name turned out to be Nathalie. Finally he grasped the Indian girls hand, and over Eloise's attempts to interrupt he introduced himself again: "Hi, I'm Stephen, as I'm sure you know by now. And may I have the pleasure of your name?" The girl, slightly flustered by his overly polite approach, answered: "Um, it's, I mean... I'm Nayana." "A pleasure to meet you, Nayana. You look very lovely tonight. Would you like a drink?" "Um, yes, yes please," the girl blushed. Stephen gently let go of her hand, dug out a few bills and thrust them at the icy blonde. "Get a round in, love. One more beer for me, and whatever you ladies are drinking. Hurry now, before the bar closes." The pale girl gaped at him, but lured by the promise of a free drink she got up and stalked off to the bar. Stephen scooted just a bit closer to Nayana, and finally turned to the fuming Eloise. "So, what brings me the dubious pleasure of your company, then?" "How dare you speak to me the way you did? You said that my purse looked like..." She faltered, searching for the words. "Like you found it in a dust bin?" Stephen supplied. When the girl opened her mouth in outrage he continued: "Well, that was perhaps a bit harsh. It really only looks like you mugged a granny for it." In the corner of his eye he saw Nayana trying to hide an amused snort, and gently, seemingly by accident placed his hand on hers as it rested on the seat next to him. She stiffened briefly, but didn't remove the hand. Eloise cast a withering glance at the dusky girl, who winced slightly, but quickly returned her attention to her real enemy. "There is nothing wrong with my purse! I got it in a vintage store in Berlin..." "Oh, did you? So that's why it looks like a Bundeswehr surplus binocular case!" "Oh! You bastard! You're being so rude! What gives you the right..." "No, what gives you the right!" Stephen leaned forward, closer to the livid young woman, pointing at her with his free hand. "As I recall you were the one being rude to me, at the party. Do you really expect to make snide comments to people and not have to face the consequences?" Eloise quickly stood up, swaying slightly. "Now you listen...," she hissed at him, but he got to his feet and interrupted. "No you listen to me! Some day you're going to say some crap like that to somebody who'll actually take you seriously, and then you'll land yourself in some real trouble!" Suddenly Stephen realised that Eliose's choker, which he hadn't spared much of a glance before, was in fact a slave collar. Not a real one, but rather a faux leather ribbon with a metal ring attached. He reached out his hand, hooked a finger through the ring and pulled her close. She squawked and nearly lost her balance. As she tried to regain it Stephen glared into her big, frightened eyes, until he felt a gentle tug on his other hand. He looked down, and remembered that he was still holding Nayana's hand in his. She looked wide-eyed, not so much with fear as amazement. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand gently. Then came an uncertain voice: "Uh, the drinks?" Stephen looked around, and there was Nathalie precariously balancing four different drinks in her hands. He let go of Eloise's collar, grabbed his beer and sat back down. Ten minutes later he had Nayana's legs in his lap and was chatting amiably with her and Nathalie, while Eloise sat silent. Just then one of the serving staff came through carrying a huge stack of glasses, calling out that it was closing time in twenty, and that the bar was closed. "Right, that's it for me. I'll go grab my coat," he said, followed by a disappointed 'aww' from Nayana. "Lovely meeting you ladies, I hope to see you later." He got up, collected hugs from Nathalie and Nayana (who secretly planted a note with her gmail in his hand as she kissed his cheek), and went for his coat. When he was standing outside the club, tying his scarf, somebody suddenly grabbed his arm from behind. He turned around, defensively, only to find Eloise there. Before he had a chance to speak, she grabbed him by the collar, pulled him down to her face and kissed him fiercely. ******* They started pulling their coats off even before Stephen got his front door open, and he barely managed to set the alarm because of Eloise pulling at his clothes. As soon as the green light went on, however, he turned to her, grabbed her hands and pushed her against the wall. He held her hands above her head and watched her smile expectantly as he leaned in for a kiss. He smothered her with his mouth, smearing her lipstick. They were both breathing heavily, and when he leaned into her and crushed her body against the wall he heard her moan. They left their coats and boots in a jumble on the floor, and as Stephen drove Eloise backwards through his flat they shed her clothes along the way, seemingly without breaking contact. She pulled off his sleeveless T-shirt, but when she went to unbelt his trousers he stopped her by grabbing her wrists. He didn't want to lose all his clothes just yet. By the time they reached the top of the stairs to his bedroom, however, she was wearing only stay-ups and a pair of black lace panties. When they entered his bedroom he pulled her to a stop. She pushed herself against him, angling for another kiss, but instead he grabbed one of her buttocks firmly with one hand. The other rose to gently but firmly grasp a handful of her hair. He pulled her head back, making her arch her back and expose her neck and breasts to him. He leaned in to kiss her throat, turning the kiss into a light nip of his teeth. This earned him a moan, and he travelled down her throat and chest, kissing, licking and nibbling. Both her pink nipples were pierced with small steel barbells, and when he teased the barbells with his tongue she sighed with pleasure. Finally he sucked a nipple into his mouth. When he bit down lightly at the same time as he pulled her head back a bit harder she yelped in combined pleasure and pain. Then he released her and stepped back. She flicked her gaze around the room, then looked again. "Hey, nice place," she said appreciatively. "Glad you like it." And it was a nice place. The walls were painted a mottled red, with the hardwood floor, a tall wardrobe, dresser and a few other pieces of furniture in some dark wood. The windows were lined with heavy curtains. The double bed was made from black faux wrought iron, a translucent burgundy canopy hanging above it and gathered out of the way over the headboard. Several large, framed prints hung on the walls, some photographs and others clearly high-end digital art. "Those are beautiful," Eloise said, indicating the digital art while she walked over to the bed. "Where'd you get them?" "I made them. It's what I do," Stephen told her. "But never mind that," he continued when she turned to stare at him. "What am I going to do with you, that's the question. You've been a naughty girl tonight." He regarded her sternly. "Oh, have I now?" she answered cockily, smirking. "Well, maybe you should spank me then?" "Maybe I should. But first..." he turned to the dresser and opened a drawer. "One way to punish is to remove a privilege. I'm going to remove..." He turned back, holding a black piece of cloth in his hands. "Your eyesight." She blinked in surprise, and perhaps a bit of alarm, but when he extended the piece of cloth it turned out to be a blindfold. She chuckled, relaxing a bit. "Ooh, kinky. Well, put it on then." She leaned against the footboard of the bed, closed her eyes and tilted her head back expectantly. "Hm. 'Put it on'... what?" "Uh, put it on, please?" "No. 'Please put it on, Sir.' Now say it." "Please put it on, Sir," she chuckled. "Good girl." Stephen wrapped the blindfold around her head. It covered her eyes completely, making it impossible to see. As soon as she felt him close she started caressing his chest, but he pushed her hands away and stepped back. She smirked, and moved to take off her panties but he stopped her: "No. Keep those on. I want to remove them myself, when it's time. Now..." He stepped close and hooked a finger through her slave collar again. He was careful not to pull hard at it, since it wasn't designed for it and he didn't want to hurt her. "Come with me. Walk carefully, don't stumble." "Where are we going?" "Be quiet, and trust me. You'll be safe. Now come." "Uh, OK..." "What do you say?" "Uh, yes Sir?" "Good girl." With that, he started leading her towards his walk-in closet. At the back of the closet was a hidden door. Not terribly secret, just set flush with the wall and covered in wallpaper, but still not obvious at first glance. Stephen led the flustered girl through this door to the room beyond. "Stop here," he said and let go of her collar. "Now listen. If you say 'No' or 'Stop', we stop. I let you get dressed, and I call you a taxi to get you home. No exceptions. Do you understand?" "Yes... Sir." "Good girl. Now, hold out your hands." She complied, and immediately Stephen put a pair of thick leather bracelets with heavy D-rings on her wrists. She stiffened slightly, but he told her to relax. "Now, raise your hands above your head and turn around on the spot." "Yes Sir." She complied, smoothly, and he clipped her bracelets to a pair of ropes suspended from the ceiling. Her adjusted their length until she was standing in a Y shape, not quite on her toes but almost, restricted but still able to support herself. "Now, you've been a good girl so far and done as you're told, so you're going to get a small reward." He stepped in behind her and removed the blindfold. "Thank you, Sir..." she said, and stopped as she took in the room. "Wow." The room was red. The walls were covered in padded red vinyl, as was the seemingly soundproof door. A padded platform, like a backless sofa or bed ran along three walls (Eloise could only see two of them). The floor was of black, marbled plastic, easy to clean. Cushions of various shapes were laid out, and piles of black or red blankets and towels lay on an end table by the door. A couple of black terrycloth bath robes hung on the door itself. The room was softly lit by recessed lights along the walls. A Suspended Learning Experience "I'm glad you like it," Stephen said. "Now, let's get started." With that, he put the blindfold back over Eloise's face. He remained behind the restrained girl, but started caressing her back and shoulders gently, feeling the smooth texture of her skin under his fingers. He flipped her long, glossy black hair over her shoulder to leave the neck bare, and started kissing and nibbling her, tasting the tang of her skin. This earned him several pleased noises. When he gave her bum a squeeze and then moved his hands to caress her stomach, she sighed and leaned into him. He continued caressing and fondling her fora few minutes, her arousal getting more obvious for every moment. When he rubbed the front of her panties they were clearly damp. Eventually he moved back, grabbed her breasts firmly and bit her, quite hard, on the back of her neck. She let out a strained 'Aaahhh' and rubbed her buttocks against the now very prominent bulge in his trousers. Deciding it was time, he slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and slid them off her, stooping to plant a brief kiss on her bum. As he straightened, he slid his hand up her leg to land on her vulva. Her breath caught with anticipation, and he started fingering her gently. He could feel that she was completely shaved, and quite wet. "Are you enjoying yourself so far?" he asked. "Ah... yes... yes Sir!" "Good girl. Now, I believe we talked about a punishment for your bad behaviour. Let's get started on that, shall we?" With that he let go of her and moved away. "Huh? What..." She stopped when a new sensation appeared. Stephen had picked up an object that had been laying behind him, out of her sight, and now draped it over her shoulder. "This is a flogger," he explained. "It is a whip, about a dozen soft leather thongs attached to a handle. I'm going to use it on you. There will be pain, of course, but I promise you won't be actually harmed by it." "Hey, what... Ah!" Stephen gave her a swift lash across the back of her thighs, causing her to cry out in surprise. She squirmed, but her strained pose didn't allow her to get out of the way. Stephen walked around her, gently sliding the tails of the flogger across her shoulders, arms and breasts. "Do you feel how soft it is?" he said. "Do you think it could hurt you?" "Um, no, but..." "No, what?" "No Sir." "Good girl." Again he lashed her thighs. "Now, let's talk about your behaviour. You weren't being very polite this evening. Snide and scornful would be a better description. I overheard you, you know." He made a quick double slap on both her buttocks. "Ow! Are you still upset about that? Look, I'm sorry, but... Ow!" Another lash of the whip fell across her abdomen. "You forget yourself. 'I'm sorry...' what?" "I'm sorry, Sir. But..." "Good girl. And no, I'm not still upset. If I were, you wouldn't be here. But you still weren't being very nice. You acted..." He came up close behind her, grabbed her softly by the throat and spoke directly into her ear. "...like you're better than everybody else. Better than your friends, even. I can't help but wonder why that is." He let go of her and stepped back. "Uh, look... Sir, that's just the way we talk. It's just for fun... Ow!" The whip landed hard on her bare bottom. "Fun? Not so much fun for those who get in your way, is it? You know, even some of your friends are afraid of you. I could see it. Nayana, for instance. Now, she's a nice girl. Why would you want to treat her like that?" "Nayana?" A hint of jealousy crept into Eloise's voice. "Well, if you like her so much, why didn't you bring her home instead?" "I might, actually." He let the whip land on Eloise's shoulder, and then across her back. "But you're here now. In fact, you sought me out. I might wonder why that is, too..." Three quick strokes of the whip across her bottom had her squirming. "I notice, by the way, that you haven't said 'stop' yet." He put the flogger down, and approached her from the front. She was breathing hard, and straining against her bonds. With one hand he caressed her body, from the throat down to the groin. With the other, he lifted up her chin and gave her a kiss on the lips. As he started to finger her again, he said: "I think you put people down just to feel good about yourself. I think you doubt yourself, and the only way to hide that is to play queen." When she opened her mouth to protest he kissed her again. "I also think you know you've been a bad girl, and that you feel that you deserve to be punished. Which is why we're here now." Just as he said this, he slipped a finger inside her, making her gasp. "How do your arms feel?" he asked while he slowly slid his finger in and out. "Are they sore?" "Mmm... my arms? Oh god... yes, a little..." "Very well." He quickly pulled his finger out and stepped away. "Oh! What are you... please..." she whined, but Stephen merely smiled and wiped his hand on a towel. He then kneeled down, opened a hidden drawer and brought out a few things which clinked and jingled. "Just hold on a couple more minutes, and you'll get to rest your arms," he told her. "It's time to get to the next part of your... ordeal." The smirk on his face was obvious on his voice. "Ordeal? What are you going to..." "Be quiet and relax," He said as he started to clip things to the metal loops mounted on the ceiling. "I won't hurt you, and I believe you're going to like it." Within a minute he was done, and unclipped her bracelets from the ropes. She let her arms down, flexing her shoulders and rubbing her strained muscles. Her head moved around uncertainly, but the blindfold didn't let her see anything. "Now step back," he told her and gently guided her a step backwards. He eased her onto the swing he had assembled, and had her lie back onto it. It rocked slightly, but remained stable. As she lay back she grasped the supporting ropes with her hands, her legs dangling from the bottom end of the swing. Stephen caressed her stomach and breasts, and then guided her hands to where he could clip the bracelets onto D-rings on the ropes. "Now, this was a lot more comfortable, right? "Yes Sir... thank you Sir," she replied, making him smile contently. "Good girl. Hold on now while I strap your feet in as well. There's little strain on you, but you are still completely open to me. Just the way I like it." The leg straps made her lie with her knees up, almost like a gynaecologist's chair, and did indeed leave her completely exposed to him. He resumed caressing her, and even massaged her lightly, letting his hands wander where they pleased. Her body was milky white, with a few birthmarks but no tattoos. The lips of her vulva were open, pink and wet, and the inner lips were swollen. Stephen leaned down and licked her stomach, playing lightly with her belly button, making her squirm again. He could smell a light perfume, possibly a body lotion, mingling with her sweat and the scent of her sex. It was delicious. "You know," he said as he started caressing her inner thighs, "I've always been slightly put off by women who shave their privates. I'm not sure why..." Here he circled closer to her wet gash. "...but maybe it has something to do with how it makes you appear underage. I prefer to know that I'm playing with an adult, after all." He moved his probing hand away from her crotch, ignoring her eager pelvic movements, and instead started caressing her breasts again. "But even so... you are beautiful." "Thank you, Sir," she moaned. "Please..." "Please?" He leaned closer and spoke into her ear. "What is it you want? Do you want me to... fuck you?" "Yes! Please, please fuck me, Sir!" she cried. Chuckling, he pulled away. "Oh no, don't think you'll get away that easily, my dear. I have things in store for you..." He picked up the flogger and another small object and turned back to her. "Your punishment isn't over yet." He let the straps of the short whip slide over her chest and abdomen, tickling and caressing, until he ended with a sharp lash across her thigh. He stepped around her and repeated the process a couple more times, until the skin on her thighs glowed red. He ended with a couple of lashes across her exposed buttocks, and then put the flogger down. Throughout this treatment he noticed that her yelps were sounding less like pain and more like pleasure for each stroke of the lash, which made him smile like a cat. "There, my dear. I'd say we're done with the whip... for now. How do you feel?" "I... ah... I... I don't know... Sir," she panted. "Good," he replied. "Now let's see..." He gently caressed the stinging red skin on her legs. "Let's see how you handle a lesson in self-control." He didn't tell her that he intended for it to be a test of self-control for him as well. The second item he had picked up earlier was a small, metallic object roughly the size of a lipstick. He now began sliding it over her skin, from her collarbones to her breasts and down her stomach, and back up again. She squirmed a little, before the object warmed to her skin. "Can you guess what this is?" "Um, I'm not sure, Sir..." "I'll show you, then." He clicked a button on the thing, and it started buzzing. He then resumed sliding the bullet vibrator over her body. She squirmed harder. "Iih! It tickles!" she squealed. Stephen laughed. "Well, now you know what it is. Let's see how you handle it..." He brought the tip of the vibrator to touch one of her nipple piercings, which made her draw a quick breath. He then laid the back of his hand on her chest and slid it gently down to her crotch. He did not let the vibrator touch her, just allowed the vibrations to spread through his hand to her skin. He rested the hand on her pubic mound while he leaned in to lick her nipples. The treatment had her moaning and squirming with pleasure in no time at all. When he finally let the vibrator touch her cunt it sent an electric jolt through her body. Eloise tilted her head back with her mouth open, clenched her fists around the ropes and pushed her pelvis against the hand holding the the silver bullet. The tension in her legs and her mewling noises told Stephen that she was quickly racing towards her first orgasm... and then he pulled the vibrator away from her. Panting and shivering, she lay for a moment expecting him to come back with the bullet, but when her sensations receded enough she raised her head. "Wh... what are you doing? Uh, Sir?" "Well, I told you that you wouldn't get away that easily, didn't I?" Stephen said, feeling positively diabolical. "We're going to find out how long you can put up with this," he touched the vibrator briefly to her clit, "before you beg me for an orgasm. And then..." He tapped her clit again. "Then we'll find out how long it takes before I let you have it." "Oh god, are you trying to kill me? Sir?" "Certainly not. I'm not done having fun with you yet. Now remember, you are not allowed to come before I give permission. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir, I understand. But..." Stephen cut her short by sliding the bullet from the bottom of her slit to the top, hovering on her clit until she was trembling. And so the treatment began. Stephen applied the vibrator to every inch of Eloise's cunt, now gently tapping the clit, now plunging the silver bullet into her quivering quim, all the while caressing her face and chest with his other hand. When she seemed to be nearing orgasm he reminded her that she was not allowed to come, and like a good girl she struggled to comply. Each time it seemed that she was about to fail, he pulled back to let her cool down. Finally, she screamed at him: "Aaah! Please! I can't take any more! Please!" "So, you want to come? Is this the best you can do?" "Yes! Yes! Please, I want to come! Please, Sir!" "Well, I don't know..." Stephen dragged the moment out. "Maybe you can wait just a little longer." "Oh no, you son of a bitch! I can't take any more! Just do it! Dammit!!" Stephen tutted at her. "Is that any way for a good girl to talk? Maybe I should just untie you and send you home right now." "Oh god, please, no!" A note of panic crept into her voice. "I'm sorry, Sir! I'll be good, I will! Just... please, let me come!" "Fair enough. " Stephen leaned in close and spoke softly. "I will count to five. You can't come until I've finished counting. Do you understand?" "Yes! God, please..." Eloise gurgled. Smiling, Stephen reintroduced her quivering cunt to the silver bullet. "One." Eloise thrust herself against his hand, grinding her cunt on the vibrator. "Two." She started emitting little squeaks of pleasure. "Three." The girl's fists clenched hard on the ropes, and her legs were trembling. "Four." The moans and squeals started sounding more like agony, and she clenched her teeth, trying to fight off the inevitable. "Five." Eloise screamed wordlessly, convulsing in the sling until it swayed despite Stephen's stabilizing hand. She squirted all over the hand holding the vibrator, while she came so very, very hard. When her convulsions finally abated, Stephen clicked off the vibrator and wiped his hands on a towel. He then unclipped the quivering woman's hands from the ropes, removed the bracelets and placed her limp arms across her abdomen. She was still having after-tremors, twitching with contractions. Very gently Stephen then released her legs and helped them down, until she was simply lying on the swing, limp as a fish. He then leaned in, whispered "You've been a very good girl," and kissed her. After she had regained her ability to walk, albeit shakily, Stephen wrapped her in one of the bath robes and sent her to the bathroom. He went down to the guest restroom on the first floor to clean up and drink some water. When he came back up to the bedroom he found her on the bed, fast asleep from exhaustion. He stood, watching her contentedly for a minute, then got out a bottle of still mineral water from the mini fridge and put it on her nightstand. He then slipped between the covers on the other side of the bed, and went to sleep. ******* Stephen woke up to the sensation of a hand caressing his chest. He cracked open his eyes to find Eloise next to him, smiling. At some point she had managed to clean off her make up, but her hair was still mussed from sleep. She was half way under her covers, naked, and she radiated a contented beauty. "Good morning, Sir," she greeted him. "Thank you for the water. You probably saved me from a nasty hangover." "Good morning, Eloise," he slurred. "You are most welcome. How are you feeling today?" "A little sore," she chuckled, "but that was quite a workout last night. Not that I'm complaining." She smiled wickedly at him. "Though, it occurred to me..." she continued, sliding her hand down his chest, "that I was the only one who got a workout. That can't be fair." She grabbed his half erect cock and started stroking it under the covers. "Mmm," he murmured and stretched himself. "I know, but you seemed quite worn out. The maid gets so annoyed when I fuck some wench to death, the cleanup gets so... ahh... messy." Eloise laughed and got up on her knees, letting the covers slide off her. Her ghostly pale skin contrasted beautifully with the black sheets. While she continued stroking his cock, Stephen reached out and started lazily fondling her breasts. With her free hand, she pushed his covers off him and down to the floor. "Well," she said, "I thought I'd show my appreciation by evening things out, at least a little. Just lie still, I'll handle this." She glanced at his now fully erect cock and winked at him. She then leaned down and in a single gulp engulfed him in her warm, wet mouth. Stephen drew a quick breath and lay back to enjoy the treatment. Eloise sucked him expertly. She bobbed her head up and down on him, sometimes slowly, sometimes quick. She alternated it with licking his shaft or stroking it, playing on his frenulum with her tongue. She didn't try for a deepthroat, but none the less was able to take him pretty deep, massaging his throbbing cock with her tongue until his head was spinning. Stephen didn't know how long this lasted, but at some point he looked down and saw that while she was sucking him, Eloise had started fingering herself. When he saw this he reached out and opened the drawer on his nightstand, where he kept his condoms. He nearly dropped the condom when she did something with her lips on the rim of his knob that sent waves of pleasure through his body, but managed to smack the sealed wrapper down on his stomach before she repeated the trick. Eloise chuckled around his cock and immediately unwrapped the rubber. She pulled her mouth off him with an audible 'plop', and while she rolled the condom on she scooted up to straddle him. Finally she placed the head of his shaft against her eager labia. She looked into his eyes with an almost jubilant expression, her long black hair falling to frame her face, and then drove herself down onto him with a hoarse "Aaahh!" If her mouth had been warm and welcoming, it was nothing compared to her cunt. Breathing heavily, she sat still on him and simply squeezed his cock rhythmically for a few moments. Then she leaned down, her hair cascading around his face, and kissed him deeply. Keeping her lips locked firmly to his she began raising her hips, slowly sliding off him only to stop just before he was about to fall out of her... and then impaled herself on him again. She began an agonizingly slow ride, gently milking him. She raised herself up to sit with her hands on Stephen's shoulders, and slowly moved her cunt up and down his shaft. For every stroke she squeezed him again, creating surges of pleasure to wash through his groin. He reached up to fondle her breasts, and enticed a louder gasp when he tweaked her nipples. Soon it became apparent that she wasn't going to increase her pace, but intended to ride him out slowly. He chuckled at her. "So," he said with a slightly strained voice, "is this... ahh... how you intend to show your... nnhh... endurance?" "Oh... of course, Sir. I, ah.. I want to show you how well I've, oohh... learned my lesson." Stephen simply smiled and tweaked her nipples again, getting a heavy sigh as a reward. A thought came before him, and he acted upon it by deliberately twitching his cock inside her. "Ooh! Hey, no fair!" she laughed. He simply laughed wickedly, and then proceeded to tease her this way. To her credit she didn't increase her pace even once, but when he moved one hand to rub her pubic mound and upper labia the reaction didn't take long. Suddenly she screwed her eyes and lips shut and lifted herself nearly off him. Trembling, she held herself like this for several seconds before whispering hoarsely "Not yet, not yet!" Satisfied with his little victory, Stephen ceased his teasing and allowed her to resume pace once she'd calmed down. They were both very close, and not long after Eloise leaned, or nearly collapsed, onto his chest. Her mouth sought his, without increasing her pace she ground her pelvis against his until the orgasm overtook her. It was not the screaming eruption of the previous night, but Stephen could feel her whole body contracting around him, her voice stuttering out a hoarse 'uh, uh, uh'. Her cunt milked him thoroughly, and this sent him over the edge. He let out a growl and held her tight against his chest as he pumped the condom full of hot semen. When she made a move to get off him he held her fast. She looked a bit surprised. "You don't have to cuddle, you know. I know most guys don't want to." "Maybe, but I do want to, now. Stay." He hugged her close, and she relaxed into his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. He nuzzled her hair, smelling the scent of her shampoo mixing with the heady scent of their bodies. They stayed like this, heartbeat against heartbeat, until his need to go to the bathroom took over. A Suspended Learning Experience ******* Afterwards, they shared a shower and had breakfast on Stephen's balcony which overlooked the lush green courtyard of the 1930:s block of flats where he lived. Eloise asked him about the art on his walls, and he explained that he worked as a digital artist and illustrator for Charles' small but well connected company. She told him about her job as a hotel desk clerk, which she enjoyed but wasn't particularly proud of. Apparently she felt that working in the service sector wasn't fancy enough for some people. Stephen explained that he too had worked in the service sector before catching his break, and that sure, some customers would always consider desk clerks and cashiers as little more than slaves, but that one had to remember that most people didn't. As long as she was enjoying the work, and knew it made others happy, it was good work. They did not talk about her snide behaviour the night before. She seemed slightly embarrassed about it, and Stephen didn't feel that it needed to be brought up. After he had seen her to the door sometime in the early afternoon, and kissed her goodbye until she was slightly breathless, Stephen went back up to his flat and started his computer. Then he dug up the note with Nayana's email adress and opened his webmail. *******