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Another Life

By: volescamper



Let me tell you a bit about myself as I'm sure you are interested, especially in my vital statistics, or should I say my sexual statistics! I'm 25, medium height with a good figure, some say very good. I have slightly larger than medium D cup breasts, but they are not so large as to be gross, and they have small aureoles with large nipples that readily erect. I am a redhead with long hair and unlike a lot of women of this generation I have a full maidenhead of pubic hair. I'm not a beach bunny but I do trim my pubic hair to fit into a tiny bikini in a fit of madness I bought and have only worn very occasionally. I'm slightly tanned all over from the local solarium. My master insists that I maintain an even tan, though not too dark and definitely no tanning lines.

I'm called the shrew at the school where I teach as I'm always very prim and proper. I keep my classes closely under control, and am not above punishing students severely if they step out of line. Our school is one of those very expensive private ones where students are still allowed to be caned. I am not above using this to control the more unruly girls under my care. 

I always give the impression of being in control. None of the male teachers would dare to ask me out, one of my closer female colleagues told me they were frightened of me, and the women envied me as I always seemed to be very capable. I do not have a current boyfriend and I suppose with my other life style it would be almost impossible. I only teach three days a week which also permits me four days to be at my master's disposal, not to mention the holidays.

You might think it strange, with a character like mine, to allow myself to become somebody's slave, but that is what I am, at least for some of the time. My master knows I have a job and does not call upon me, except when he knows I am available to command. Maybe always being in control made me yearn for somebody to control me, at least for some of the time.

Don't get me wrong, as a slave, I am not permitted to deny my master anything, that is the nature of the agreement and as far as I am concerned it is completely binding, one cannot be half hearted about being a slave. Maybe I am a bit strange, but then I do lead a very different life to my colleagues out of school! 

Of course I am paid extremely well for my duties. 

Having said that, I am not the type of slave who is beaten for hours at a time, or tortured in some bizarre way. There are times when I am expected to bear some discomfort, I expect you'll look forward to my accounts of those times, but for now you will have to hold your impatience, everything in the right order and place. You see I am really a control freak! Alright, there are times when I am beaten, but no more than I would administer to my pupils if they stepped out of line. 

Maybe you would like to know how I became my master's slave. No I did not answer an ad in the paper, nor was I ever part of some underground BDSM group far from it. I was found.

I can remember the day as if it were yesterday. It was Open Day at the school where I teach. Of course by being an exclusive school, some of the parents were very rich. Some of the wives were very beautiful as well. There were lots of different types of parents. The loud brash ones, the quiet concerned ones, but whoever they were they had to be treated equally. I normally hated these affairs, the men always tried to chat me up and the women were always on their guard. I suppose at these times I did realize that there was something different about me, beside my large chest!

On this occasion one of the boarders approached me and introduced me to her Uncle as her French Mistress. As I took the man's hand I looked into his face and it was as if a hammer hit me on the back of the head. Besides being good looking, behind the smile I sensed a quiet power. His grip was firm but not tight and I noted his clothes fitted like a glove, I knew this was a very rich man. 

For the day I had dressed in a trouser suit, as I felt this exposed the least of my charms to these men, allowing me to circulate without distractions.

We exchanged the usual informal greetings and then the girl was called away by her friends. She looked at me for permission to leave which I gave. This left me alone with this man. He looked at me again and I could feel his eyes on me I almost blushed.

"It is well you cover your charms or you would have all us poor men begging at your feet!"

Well I didn't know whether to laugh or be offended, it sounded so corny when written down, but believe me they were not spoken lightly, this was no cheap pick up line. I must admit I blushed.

"You speak French, German?"

"Yes both my mother lived in Europe for some time."

"You are very beautiful, is there a Mr......?

"No I've never been married."

"Perhaps a man friend?"

I remember the phrase man friend, not boyfriend, this meant something different.

"No, I find it difficult to find the time."

It was a weak excuse, and I knew he knew it, but he said nothing. Really I am very awkward with men, finding their company often difficult. That is not to say I am frigid I love sex, but good lovers are hard to find.

My companion spoke with a soft European lilt, making his voice very attractive.

"That is sad. I am in the country for a few days I would be honored if you would have dinner with me."

"Well I'm very busy at the moment, what with exams and that."

"Come - you need a break once in a while, please, do not refuse me."

Normally these types of conversations make me cringe, but today all the words seemed the right ones, they flowed.

"Alright, if you insist."

"I do insist, in fact I order it!"

I gave him my phone number and address. He said he would contact me to arrange a time. He was then led away by the head tutor and I was left feeling a strange feeling that I cannot describe.

It was a week later that a parcel and a dozen red roses arrived at my flat.

There was a card.

It read:

"Ma cherie Jasmine, that is how I remember you, your perfume perfectly matched your person, please let this be our intimate name together. I hope you like roses. You will know what to do with the gift I hope I have guessed your size correctly.

My chauffeur will pick you up at eight tonight I hope that is convenient. I have only a one more day here, please do not refuse me. Gerard"

Well I didn't know what to do. One part of me said to phone and refuse, but another said why not go I had nothing else to do tonight, why not be spoilt. This man fascinated me. There was something very different about him.

I opened the parcel and inside to my amazement was a set of underwear, no label, but beautifully made. There was a half bra, G string panties, suspender belt and stockings. All made in very fine white lace. I just sat and looked at them. I was stunned. It was not the type of gift one got on ones first date, if this was a date. I certainly was not going to wear these flimsy items, cotton tails and cross your heart bras for me!

Well the day wound on and the time to get dressed came. I of course wore my own underwear and a sensible black dress. As the time got closer and closer I started to get anxiety feelings. What if... and I wasn't wearing this underwear. Would it really hurt to put them on? I had never worn anything like them before. I looked at the clock five minutes to go. Christ what to do. In a panic I rushed into the bedroom and ripped off my dress. As it fell to the floor the door bell rang. I froze, it rang again. I rushed to the door and like a fool said.

"Who is it"

"Car for Miss............."

"I won't be a moment."

I rushed back into the bedroom and ripped off all my underwear. I clipped the suspender belt around my hips and slid on the stockings. Then I pulled up the wispy G-string sliding the ribbon gusset between my cheeks. God I had never worn anything so small it barely covered my pubic hair, and at the back it covered nothing at all! Grasping the bra, I lowered my breasts into the cups and fastened the clasp behind me. In the mirror the bra emphasized my cleavage and my nipples were only half covered. 

I looked again in the mirror and I must admit I did look very sexy!

I finished dressing by pulling my dress over my head. It felt odd the material of my dress on my bare buttocks, odd but very sensuous.

I rushed out into the hallway grabbed my bag and coat and opened the door.

"Good evening Miss... your car is awaiting you."

The man waiting there smiled at me and we walked out into the night, I'm sure I must have been glowing with embarrassment. And yet why, I do not know.

We parked the car in a car park under a tall high rise. The restaurant was high up the building, very chic, with a view over the city.

The waiter bowed as I entered.

"Your table is ready for you Madame."

He walked me through the tables where a few diners were already enjoying their meals to a table next to a large window to one side of the restaurant. The view over the city light was stunning. It was very private here with our table being screened from the rest of the diners. As I approached Gerard stood up and smiled at me.

"I am glad you could come."

The waiter helped me to a chair opposite the man.

I won't bore you with an account of the evening needless to say the food and wine were superb. The conversation was entertaining and witty without being shallow and patronization.

As we sat over coffee and liquors the drift of the conversation moved very quickly on relationships.

"I think ma cherie you need a strong man. A man who will tell you what he wants you to do, not somebody to negotiate with.. Am I right?"

The alcohol must have gone slightly to my head or I would have left there and then.

"Maybe you are right; I do find some men very ineffectual. I really don't want a full on relationship, they are too boring. I need a relationship that always bubbles."

"Maybe you like a relationship that is a little dangerous, no?"

I hesitated.

"Yes, maybe."

"Would you be submissive to an intelligent strong man?"

"Yes I think I would, but he would have to be intelligent and interesting."

"Alright, I have asked you here tonight because I believe you are a special woman, one whom I have been looking for over a long time."

I started to speak, but he held up his hand.

"Let me finish, I think in your life you need to be in control, but in your sexual life you need to be commanded, am I right?"

I stared at him feeling his magnetism, his power.

"Yes."

I said quietly.

"I think you need a contrast to your normal life where you are in control, a time when you would like to be under somebody elses control, yes?"

"Yes, I think I would."

I said meekly, he was right, that is exactly what I needed and wanted.

"Let me ask you one more thing before I give you the reason why I asked you to come."

"OK, fire away."

"Remove your underwear and place it on the table."

"What!"

"You heard me correctly."

He said quietly but firmly.

"Remove your underwear and place it on the table."

"Here at the table? 

"Of course!"

He smiled at me in the silence. My ears were buzzing, why I wasn't walking out, slapping his face or all those other responses.

I glance around but knew we were concealed here in this corner. The waiter had only just served us and so it was unlikely that he would return.

I looked up at this strange man again. My hands acted as if under their own volition.

I slid my chair back a little and slid up my dress to allow me to undo the suspender belt. Gerard made no attempt to perve at me just sat there smiling. I unhooked the stockings and one by one drew them down my leg. Rolling them up I placed them in the center of the table. I glanced up again. He was still smiling. Lifting my dress I reached underneath and slid the scanty G-string off. I hesitated, does one normally drop ones panties in the middle of a restaurant table?

Hastily I added them to the stockings. Reaching under my skirt again I unclasped the suspenders and added them to the rest.

Christ how was I going to do my bra?

I drew the zip down at the back of my dress and reaching behind me unhooked the eyes of the bra.

I had just enough room to pull the straps through my armholes and then pull the bra through as well. Zipping up my dress again and arranging my skirt, I sat back and smiled back at Gerard. I had done it, I felt elated, excited, it was incredible, wonderful! I had removed all my underwear in a restaurant at the command of a man I barely knew.

Gerard clapped as I finished and smiled.

"Bravo, you have done well."

At the sound of his clapping to my utmost embarrassment the waiter reappeared. He stared down at the pile of underwear in the center of the table.

I felt like crawling under the table.

"Is there anything you require sir?"

"Yes take these, and give them to my chauffeur, thank you."

I nearly died. but Gerard acted as though this was quite normal and the waiter removed the items without batting a eyelid. I was sitting here with nothing on save for my dress and shoes.

"Good."

"What! I am so embarrassed."

"You should never be embarrassed to follow the orders of your master. I commanded it and you did it, end of story, the rest of the world can go take a jump. I am pleased that you wore my gift, you see I was not wrong about you. ."

He said as he waved a finger at me.

"Now I have a proposition to make you. Be my slave and I will reward you with a different lifestyle and lots of money, would you like that?"

"I don't know, I am a bit overwhelmed."

"I believe I am right when I say you like sex, am I right?"

I lowered my eyes but then thought, no he is right I do like sex.

"Yes I do."

"In fact I also think you love sex and probably masturbate every night, am I right? I stared at him, here he was asking the most personal of questions. I felt my mouth answer as if it had a life of its own.

"You're right I do."

"Also you probably fantasize over taking more than one lover at a time, and would have no reservations over doing this in real life should the chance present itself!"

I heard my self answering.

"You're right I wouldn't."

"Come, I have one more test."

With which he rose and we exited to the lift that took us to the car park. We stood in front of the lift doors and he pressed the button to call the lift. As it arrived he turned to me.

"You are to take the lift to the bottom car park. Leave the lift but do not let it close.

You must then remove your dress and place it in the lift and send it back to me here on the twelfth floor. Then go to bay thirty and wait for me."

"I can't do that I'll be completely nude, what if somebody should be there or come along, really Gerard I can't."

"Yes you can, and you will. Oh, and one more thing, when you are walking around down there, you must keep your arms by your sides. I think you know why! Give me you bag."

In silence I passed it over. The lift arrived and the doors opened. Gerard held them apart. I looked at him and he just smiled back.

I entered the lift and the doors closed behind me.

"Jesus, I must be crazy." I thought.

I turned and pressed the button for the bottom car park. My stomach lurched as the lift shot downwards. Too fast, before I knew it, I had arrived. The doors opened. This was madness, the doors started to close and I quickly caught them before they shut.

What to do? What to do?

I looked around the car park which seemed quiet and deserted, just a few cars here and there. I reached behind me and slid down the zip, was I really going to do this? Although empty the place seemed too light, there were no places to hide. This was madness! However reaching down to the hem, I pulled it up and over my head. 

Christ I was naked!

Here in a hotel car park! Because a complete stranger had commanded it!

I held on to my dress covering my breasts with it, dare I? 

I reached in and pressed the button for the 12th floor. Then taking a deep breath I threw my dress in and turned, the doors closed. I must be mad. I walked away from the door the sounds of my shoes sounds so loud on the concrete floor. I remembered Gerard's instructions, reluctantly removed my hands from covering my genitals and breasts and walked with them by my side. This was difficult they automatically wanted to cover my nakedness. 

I started to walk faster, looking at the bay numbers. What a sight I must be, my breasts bounced and swayed with every step.

The numbers were 2, 3, 4, Christ where was number 30, it must be on the other side. I carried on 10, 11, I heard the squeal of a car's tyres in the echoing silence and prayed they were not coming down here. Luckily they were on the floor above. There in the distance against the far wall was Bay 30. I breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to it.

I stood hands by my sides, the air cool on my nakedness my nipples erect from the cold and the excitement. My cunt was tight and tense. Where was Gerard?

The seconds ticked away, where was he? What if this was a hoax and I was left naked and penniless. What if someone came? The longer I was here the greater the risk.

Another minute passed, I was beginning to panic. There was more squealing of tyres. Christ my heart was going into overdrive. I heard a car it was coming down to this floor, was it them or would I be caught. There were no other cars anywhere near bay 30 and there was no place to hide.

The car entered the car park, it was Gerard's Mercedes. 

I almost climaxed then and there with the relief, I could feel my libido screaming out to be satisfied and knew that I would be wet and ready for sex.

The car drove closer and as it approached I was caught standing in the headlights. I went to move aside but from the other side of the car park I heard Gerard.

"Stay there do not move."

I did as he commanded spot lit in the headlights naked to the eyes of the chauffeur behind the steering wheel.

As I stood nude and exposed he walked slowly across the area and came right up to me.

"Your are magnificent, your body, your breasts, your buttocks, your cunt, perfect.

Stand there do not move."

"Gerard, please somebody may come along."

"Stop, you are at my command, you will do as I command and not worry about anything else. You are excited yes?"

"Yes of course."

"You want me to fuck you, now?"

I could hardly breathe I was so excited.

"Yes."

"Lay back on the bonnet." 

"But the driver."

"Lay back."

I did as he commanded in the light completely nude not four feet away from a complete stranger. The bonnet was cold on my naked back. There in the stark coldness of the hotel car park I was fucked. Gerard released his erect penis from his trousers and bending over me inserted it into my very wet and ready vagina. I grasped him to me and as if in a dream we moved in perfect concert until we came together.

I sobbed the cathartic release was too much. I admit now it was one of the most intense orgasms that I have ever experienced.

Gerard passed me a handkerchief and I wiped his semen from my vagina, and dropped it on the floor. He waved to his chauffeur who came out of the car and held out my underwear and dress. It seemed so right. I got dressed as both men stood and watched me slowly cover my nakedness.

"Good let us go."

That night we made love several times and that is when he took control of me and I became his slave. 

Another Life Ch. 02



Each assignation starts the same way, with minor deviations.

I am phoned and told to be at a small private airfield some way away at a certain time. 

My engagements are seldom in my country, they are often in my master's country whose language I speak fluently or some other foreign destination. It was one of the provisos of the arrangement, to protect my "normal" life which surprisingly I quite enjoy.

I am completely anonymous, taking with me no identification of any sort. Were I to die overseas they would never know who I was. I have been given a phone number from my master and if I am apprehended by the law for whatever reason, I am to phone that number and my master will vouch for me. I have had to do this once or twice in my "career", maybe more of that later.

Needless to say I have never been prosecuted; I did say I have a rich and also powerful master.

The plane always takes me to another small private airfield, never a large one. There is no passport control. How this is managed I have no idea. A car transfers me from the airfield to my destination. 

The usual hotel is in the better part of large cosmopolitan town. It is not too ostentatious, but is obviously for rich. It is an older late nineteen century building of about twenty rooms, well appointed and discrete. The doorman always greets me with a smile as he opens the front door. I carry no luggage, as I have no need, all is provided for me. The receptionist is also the figure of discretion, handing me the key to my room with a warm smile and without question and without judgement for which I am eternally grateful. I walk up the long sweeping staircase to room no 20. It is always room 20, as if this room is reserved especially for my master, permanently. I suspect he owns the hotel. I enter the suite for it is larger than a room, and stop as I always do to admire the muted affluence of the fittings and furnishings. You might wonder whether this room is the only meeting place for my subjugation, but no this is often only the starting place.

I always arrive at least an hour before my appointment. I have to shower, using a particular jasmine scented soap, shampoo and deodorant. There is a bidet and I have to pay scrupulous attention to my private parts, ensuring they are clean inside and out. There is also discretely placed in the bathroom cupboard a enema douche which I am required to use. After which I apply a slightly scented lubricant lightly to those nether orifices. I have to plait my hair in a French plait on top of my head, which leaves my neck free and uncovered. These preparations calm me, but also excite me at the same time. In the space of an hour I have to adopt an entirely different persona. 

Of course during the preparations I am totally nude.

The room is warm and comfortable. My lack of clothes is to ensure there are no clothing marks on my body, especially from a bra or tight panties.

I wear very little makeup, and this is put on with great care, my master is very fussy that I look my best and not like a slut!

At 10 minutes before my appointment I put on the clothes for the start of my assignation, they are always laid out for me; they always fit me perfectly. Unless ordered by my master, I am not to wear any underclothes, no panties and no bra. More often than not I am to wear stockings and skimpy suspenders, never tights!

Tonight my clothes are a very short black mini skirt and a pale green silk blouse, with no buttons or ties. It is open to the waist, parting at the thrust of my breasts to show my cleavage. I stand in front of the mirror and look at this changed woman. The sheer lightness of the blouse clings to my breasts, my nipples forming distinct bumps in the material. The mini, only just covers my crotch. Whatever the clothes, they are beautifully made, obviously expensive and always a perfect fit for my figure, I suspect they have been made especially for me. 

There is of course one other item I wear, a collar. It is red leather with 2 D rings on it, one at the front and one at the back. Attached to the collar is a gold disc inscribed on the front with my name "Jasmine" and on the back to remind me of my position, "Property of Gerard". I must always wear this when I'm with my master.

Now comes the interesting part, 5 minutes before the meeting time I open the door and leave it ajar. Then in the center of the room, just hidden from any casual observer by the door, I have to face away from the door, kneel on the floor and prostrate myself. My face has to touch the carpet and in my long life I will always remember its smell as I waited my bottom high in the air and my hands clasped behind my back. I am not allowed to look behind me. Of course you must realize, avid reader that wearing a short mini in this position does nothing to cover my vulva and anus. So to anyone entering the room the first sight they had of me was the ginger hairiness of my sex and my cunt with its prominent lips curled in the center between the paleness of my buttocks, below the puckered red of my tight arsehole, like an inverted exclamation mark! There was no way a man, nor even a woman entering, could not notice this obsceneness immediately. I then have to wait. Remember readers the door is ajar, anyone could enter quietly and witness my debasement, an efficient porter, or waiter, or just an inquisitive guest. I would never know as the door opened silently and the floor is heavily carpeted. But those were the rules and being a slave I have to obey them. I have been ordered to remain there whatever happens unless my master orders me to rise or my name is used with the order. So if somebody were to enter the room I would be completely defenseless and at their mercy.

There are times when there are no clothes laid out for me! Think of that!

You may be wondering how one makes the transition between being a lover and being a slave. What happened on my "first" subjugation?

Well let me tell you.

The events of the Founders Day left me stunned and bewildered, had I really done those things? Of course I had, but what would happen now. 

In the morning after that day as we ate coffee and pastries on the hotel veranda, Gerard explained to me.

"Ah ma Cherie, what good times we are going to have!"

"But when will I see you again?"

"No my pretty Jasmine, that is not how it works, you will be told when and where. From this moment in time if you agree you will become owned by me. You will come when I call you will go when I tell you to go. We will not be lovers."

He saw my look of disappointment.

"No you do not understand, lovers are people who become tired of each other after a while. You are not looking for a lover, you are looking for excitement. And I can assure you will experience that. If you agree to be my slave, you will do exactly as I say, if this means you caress and fuck another man you will do this, without question, no matter who they are."

He saw my look of amazement.

"No I lie not! I have a lot of powerful and rich men, who are used to getting their own way and whom I use and need to control my business. If I tell you to entertain them you will. Do you understand?"

"Yes but will we make love?"

"Of course ma Cherie, but I have no problems with you fucking somebody else, why should I, you are very beautiful and I am very generous."

He took a sip of his coffee, wiping his lips and placing his hands back on the table.

"Of course you will be paid very well, when you return you will find I have made you a gift. Please do not feel you are being turned into some cheap prostitute, you will become my slave, and I will become your master. All good masters reward their slaves.

I will call you when I next need you, be ready and just do as you are told. I will email you a complete set of instructions, you are to follow these to the letter, you understand? Are you willing to do this?"

I thought for a moment, my desire for him was only part of his charisma, what was attractive was the other part. The part where I craved to be owned and commanded.

"Of course you know I will. Will you beat me? I have heard that slaves get beaten and whipped?"

"I will not give you any more pain than you would give anyone else, you will never be marked or scarred. That is not my pleasure. Now what do you say?"

"Then I will await your call."

"Good."

We talked a while longer before he told me he had to go.

As he departed he reached into his pocket and took out the red collar, and gave it to me.

"I knew you would say yes, whenever you are to meet me, unless I specify differently you are to wear this."

I turn it over in my hands reading the inscription "Property of Gerard" those words sent a thrill through me.

"Au revoir ma Cherie Jasmine, until next time."

He kissed me tenderly and left.

I was taken home, my life changed forever.

It was a couple of weeks before I received my instructions and I was becoming anxious. I read through them, they outlined what I had to do when I was taken to my destination, the procedures I had to go though.

I was told to be ready for the driver on a certain date and time. I was told to wear a top, skirt, bra, and panties. I followed these instructions, as I explained before I carried no identification just a small bag with female things cosmetics and the like. Of course I had to place the collar on my neck. I had tried this on several times after that night, but to wear it in earnest was different.

I won't bore you with the details of my travel, although I will say it was amazing to be treated in this way.

On the journey I could not stop myself playing with the tag on my collar, and finally when I realized what I was doing had to consciously stop myself.

On this occasion as it was my first time Gerard arranged to meet me at the airport. My heart jumped as I saw him waiting on the tarmac by his Mercedes. I walked up slowly to him not sure what was expected of me. I should not have worried he took my hands and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Ah, Jasmine you look lovely."

He led me to the car, the chauffeur opening the door as we approached. We got into the back. The smell of leather upholstery was almost overwhelming.

The car started and the chauffeur drove off. I smiled at Gerard and looked out at the passing scenery as we drove along.

"Today is a little different than normal as it is your first time, I will take you to the hotel first to show you what I want in the future. No matter what hotel you are taken to the preparation will always be the same. After that I am going to entertain some old friends of mine. You will be the maid for this evening."

"But I have no suitable clothes!"

"Have no worries Jasmine, as I said in the instructions all has been taken care off, you will never have to worry about what to wear again when you are with me."

"Thank you ... Master."

"Good you said that as though you meant it."

"I did."

"Are you sure you a comfortable with your new role?"

"Absolutely."

"You realize there is no turning back."

"Yes."

"Good the journey is not far, about half an hour. But I would like you to take my mind of the time. Take off all your clothes."

"What here, Gerard!"

I nodded at the chauffeur.

"Jasmine you are my slave you do exactly as I say and never mind where I say it, or who is there. Now take of all your clothes."

I took a moment to look around at Gerard the chauffeur and the scenery. The car had slightly tinted windows and so nobody would be able to see in clearly. Feeling very strange I undid the zip to my skirt and lifting my bottom off the seat slid the skirt off and placed it next to me. Next was my top, which I grasped at the hem and pulled over my head. It felt odd to be undressing as the car drove along, the county side flashing past. 

Gerard smiled as I stripped. 

Next my bra, my breasts were free, my nipples exposed and of course erect. 

Finally my panties, I again lifted my bottom and slid them down my legs and off. I placed all the clothes on top of each other, and sat back, resisting the impulse to cover the pubic hairs of my crotch with my hand. 

I was naked, save for the red collar, in a car being driven along in a strange country with two almost complete strangers. This was madness and I loved every minute. I caught the chauffeur's eye as he glanced back at me sitting nude. I was blushing profusely, my cheeks on fire.

Gerard's eyes passed over my body.

"Beautiful, you are truly lovely Jasmine, let us enjoy the drive."

With which he placed his hand on my thigh and sat back. I was stunned. Any other man would have jumped on me, I started to realize this would all be different.

Gerard told me a little about the countryside we were traveling in, his hand softly caressing my thigh, the fingers on the inside. The car started to feel hot and I realized I was becoming excited.

Gerard noticed my smile and smiled back. He reached forward and from a small cupboard took out a towel.

"Here Jasmine lift up you bottom." I did as directed and he slid the towel under me smoothing out the creases. I sat back down.

"You like being naked here, do you not?"

I glanced at the chauffeur not six feet away.

"Yes, I think I do."

I said quietly.

"I thought so, Jasmine you are a very naughty girl, I think not only do you like it, you are aroused by what you are doing, yes?"

"Yes, I am." I said huskily.

"Good that is good, open your legs and masturbate yourself."

"I..."

The look Gerard gave me made me realize we were moving into another way of me looking at things, I realized I had no choice, my master had said masturbate and I had to do it.

I opened my legs, Gerard hands still rested on my thigh as my hand moved to my sex. I closed my eyes, to shut out the sight of the car, and the chauffeur as my fingers sought my clitoris. From habit, I raised my fingers to my mouth and licked my fingers before parting my labial lips, although this time I was so wet I hardly needed the extra lubrication. I rubbed my fingers up and down the pink slit of my sex. My fingers found my clitoris and concentrated on pleasuring myself.

"Open your eyes and look at me!"

I did as ordered, never had I looked at anyone when I was having sex, let alone masturbating in front of them. Gerard smiled as he watched. I felt my body starting to respond to my fingers. Again and again I rubbed my sex, sliding my fingertip into my vagina, my body started to move as my level of excitement rose. My clitoris was sensitive, fully aroused the hood drawn back as I rubbed my fingers across the slippery flesh.

Christ what was happening, finger fucking my self in front of a couple of men!

"You must tell me when you are going to climax, and you must look at me!"

My hips moved as I rubbed more urgently. My breath was coming in shorter burst now, gasping.

"Mmm.."

The tension rose, my cunt now was very wet, ready for sex, my fingers entered my vagina one , two, three. Sliding slowly, in and out.

My other hand rose to the nipple on my left breast, teasing it and squeezing it.

My fingers working at the head of my clitoris, round and round up and down, I could not stop my abdomen rising as the sexual tension rose.

"OOhhm...I am coming... ahh!"

It happened, my hips bucked as my finger finally took me to conclusion. 

Both men laughed as I called out, but not in a bad or coarse way, they were congratulating me. I smiled.

Sweat beaded my brow as I collapsed on the seat.

"Good, well done that was lovely, you liked that eh?"

"Yes I gasped."

"You see I was not wrong about you. Now we are almost at the hotel, you are wet, it is a good thing I placed the towel under you."

He chuckled as I wiped my genitals and bottom.

"Please put back your clothes, just the top and skirt, you will not need the bra, or panties."

I dressed as the car drove through the town. It was not a large place, obviously a small provincial town. The scenery had been soft beautiful, we were in France maybe? You would like to know, well that is my secret.

The car came to a halt outside of the hotel I described before; a porter opened the door, and stood aside as we got out.

"Jacques, return in about an hour."

"Yes monsieur."

Gerard led me inside introducing me to the receptionist before taking me up the stairs to the first floor. I followed along just behind.

At one of the doors along a very plush corridor, we stopped at room number 20 and Gerard entered. The suite was lovely, large with the main room divided into two sections, a lounge with comfortable leather chairs in a circle each with its own side table and a bar room with a bar and table and chairs. Off the lounge was a large bedroom and off that an en suite.

"Take your clothes off again."

I obeyed easily this time, now we were safe inside and away from any other eyes.

"Walk around yes that is lovely, your breasts have a lovely motion, that way, turn round, beautiful, now away, yes never hurry, that way you keep them moving without them flapping, we'll save that for later."

What he meant by that I had no idea.

"Come here and kneel before me, Undo my trousers and take out my penis and use you mouth until I come."

I knelt down undid his trousers which fell to the floor. His cock was already hard and stiff inside of his shorts I drew these down as well. His cock was fully engorged the foreskin drawn back. I drew my tongue up its length before engulfing it in my mouth.

I won't carry on about sliding it in and out, but after a few minutes of my ministrations his member stiffened and with a small gasp he came fully onto my tongue, the musky saltiness filling my mouth, with not an unpleasant flavor. I swallowed the lot without being told as I knew this would be expected of me.

"Jasmine you are truly wonderful."

His member deflated and looking around I saw a small towel on one of the chairs I went and fetched it, drying my saliva from the shaft. He was not embarrassed about standing there with his trousers around his ankles, but I helped him to put these on.

"Now Jasmine go into the bathroom and follow the instructions I gave in the email. I will be out here when you return to dress you."

He indicated the door off the bedroom.

The bathroom was truly luxurious, and I admired myself in the multiple mirrors as I showered. as there was no cubicle or screen, it was just there along one wall. During the next half an hour I prepared my self, scrupulously washing my genitals and bottom. The bidet took a little getting used to, but I soon mastered it, I also used the douche bag provided by the side, with a short note on its use. The feeling of warm liquid entering my rectum was odd as I have never used one before, but not unpleasant.

I finally prepared my orifices and with a last look in the mirror to make sure my hair was as instructed went naked back into the bedroom.

I was starting to become a little nervous, knowing in a short time I would be going to have to undertake a strange new role.

Gerard was on the phone, but as soon as he saw me he bid farewell and ushered me into the lounge.

"Lovely and now ready for anything. You remember what I wrote in the email. Imagine I am not here and show me what you would do after you have prepared and are waiting for me."

I walked over to the center of the carpet and proceeded to kneel down.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

He nodded to the door, oh yes I had to leave it unlocked and a little ajar. With some trepidation I opened the door a little.

"More!"

I opened it again a little more.

"No, more!"

How far did the door need to be open I wondered? I opened it until it was half way open. Now I returned to the spot I was in before and knelt down, becoming quite nervous with the door so far open and me kneeling here as naked as the day I was born, though I hoped a lot more interesting.




Another Life Ch. 02



"Turn round your sex has to be the first thing I see as I enter."

I did as commanded. We waited. I must admit I was getting very nervous.

"Good, now you can get up, you can close the door. Here is your maids uniform for tonight."

He indicated a pile of clothes on the chair.

"Go on put them on."

Whilst Gerard watched I put the clothes on. Slipping on the underwear first, the pale blue g-string which just covered my pubic hair, the strap feeling odd as it rode up between my cheeks. First I put on the quarter bra, which left my nipples uncovered, and then the suspender belt. I slipped my toes into one stocking and rolled it up my leg, clipping them to the suspenders, repeating it with my other foot. This felt very different from tights I can tell you. Next the transparent blouse through which my bra and nipples were clearly visible, the skirt which shocked me as it was very short, it just, and I say just covered my buttocks. If I bent over my semi-nakedness would be clearly visible above the stocking tops. An observer would see my barely covered vulva! Then over this I put on the tiny apron, a half circle of white lace, about a hands span, which clipped together at the back. Finally the maids cap at which I made a face, though Gerard insisted I wear, it as he said I had to be the part.

I was finished, Gerard indicated me to look in the mirror. I was shocked, where once was the prim school teacher, here was a very saucy maid, definitely dressed for the gentlemen! Dressed to please as Gerard said had said.

I laughed as I turned in front of the mirror.

"What have I become?"

"You have become my slave and you look lovely, this is what you wanted is it not?"

"But what will people think with me dressed like this, I'm hardly decent."

"It does not matter what they think, nor even what you think, I wish you to dress that way and that is sufficient, and to me you look exquisite. From now on you will wear all sorts of odd clothes, but remember you wear them for me, and of course you will look stunning. Now remember you must do exactly what you are told, without question, you understand."

"Yes I have said that already."

"Ah, but you must mean it, for when the time comes there must be no backing down, that is the arrangement."

"Yes of course I will do as you command."

"Good, now all my friends are healthy and clean you understand what I mean?"

I was momentarily shocked; this was about sex and AIDS. I had not thought about this until now, but then of course they must be, or Gerard would not expose me to them.

"Yes I understand, and again, please I am yours, and will do whatever you command."

With which I knelt down in front of him. Something I would never had done or even dreamed of doing before any other man.

He bent down and kissed me on the top of my head.

"I am sure you will be wonderful. I would like to have introduced you to your new life more slowly, but unfortunately I have to entertain these people today and you will, as they say, be thrown in the deep end. I hope you don't mind. Remember do as I direct and when not busy stand just behind me to await my orders. But feel free to be yourself if you think it is appropriate. I did not employ you as a dummy, you are intelligent and beautiful. These people are important to me you must please them tonight."

I smiled; little did I know what I would be expected to do by the end of the evening.

Gerard spent the next hour chatting and showing me where everything was in preparation for the evening. We went through what music was to be played, everything but what I had to do besides serve the gentlemen, he explained it was better to be spontaneous. There would be three other men there tonight I wondered what they would be like.

I must admit I was becoming nervous and when at nine o'clock there was a knock on the door I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Relax and you'll be fine."

Gerard said noting my anxiety.

I walked over to the door, opened it and stood aside whilst a middle aged man in a business suit entered. His eyes took me in as he walked past towards Gerard who was waiting. I felt myself blush as I realized how I must look to a stranger. The man said hello to Gerard and they shook hands standing small talking whilst I waited to one side of Gerard. I could see the man's eyes furtively looking at me as he talked.

There was another knock on the door which I answered. This time two men entered again both in the middle ages, one a little overweight with a red face. They both looked me up and down, the fatter one with a slight leer in his look. Seeing Gerard they walked over and introductions were exchanged. After a short time Gerard asked them if they would like something to drink to start the evening. They all wanted scotch with ice.

"Jasmine please fetch the drinks."

"Yes Master."

I walked through to the bar leaving them standing chatting feeling their eyes follow me.

I was thankful they all wanted the same drink as my knowledge of drinks was fairly small. I located the whiskey and taking the ice from the freezer part of the fridge placed it in four tumblers. Thankfully there was a measure on the bar which I used to put the whiskey in the tumblers. I place four coasters on a tray with the four drinks and seeing a small pile of serviettes placed these there as well.

Lifting the tray, I returned to the lounge where I found the men sitting on the lounge chairs. Two sat on one side and two on the other. Without thinking I walked over to the first man standing in front of him placed his drink on the low table by his side. It wasn't until I was bent over, as the table was only a foot off the floor I realized what I was doing. Of course the short skirt was lifted up behind as I bent over, and being so short I knew the two men behind could see my bottom and crotch with the pale blue g-string covering my vulva. However the strap would do little to cover my anus which must also be on show, as my buttocks are firm and fit. The conversation suddenly topped as I arranged the coaster, serviette and drink bent almost double.

I straightened and saw Gerard smile knowing that inadvertently I had done the right thing. My face now red from the knowledge of my shameful behavior, I repeated the action for the other men, giving both sides a chance to view my covered sex.

As I straightened after the final drink was placed, Gerard "accidentally" dropped his serviette at his feet. He looked up at me smiling and I knew I was expected to bend over and pick it up.

I did keeping my legs straight giving the men behind a clearer view than before!

Needless to say as I straightened and returned Gerard's serviette, one of the men on the other side did the same.

"Oh I'm awfully sorry Miss, would you be an angel and pick that up."

I repeated the move for the benefit of the other side. Which I'm sure they enjoyed.

I stood to one side as Gerard and men talked. After a quarter of an hour Gerard instructed me to fetch some water, which I did, and of course you reader would understand that again I had to bend over to fill the glasses from the jug.

Over the next hour or so I refilled their whiskey glasses twice, besides offering them more water, and some small canapés.

"Well I think that just about concludes the business part of the night, I believed we are all agreed on the contents of the contract, I will instruct my officers to be in touch with you next week to sort out the final details. Now let us relax.

"I thought you might enjoy a game of cards whilst we wait for the meal to arrive. How does that sound?"

The men nodded and it was decided.

"If we move that small table over here we can play here, it saves moving everything next door. Good."

Gerard moved the table between the chairs and sat down.

"Jasmine in the left hand drawer there is a pack of cards and a pile of business cards, please fetch them."

I fetched the cards, grateful for even the smallest task.

"Do you all know how to play Gravatti? Good that makes it easier. Now what shall we wager with, Money? no that sounds too boring, who needs more money?"

The men chuckled at this.

"No I know what we'll play, Strip Gravatti!"

There were gasps and a round guffaws.

"I hope you don't think I am going to strip here Gerard?"

"No that was not what I had in mind, we'll strip Jasmine here, that way everybody wins."

Oh, Oh, I didn't know where to look, strip in front of these middle aged men!

"I'm sure she will look far better than you Jacques!"

The men laughed looking up at me. Even I had to smile.

"Now what I propose is the winner of each round takes one of the cards and follows the instructions. Sound good?"

Nobody disagreed and what could I do.

"Before we start though, whilst Jasmine recharges the glasses here, let us men go and relieve ourselves and get more comfortable."

There were no objections as if there would be!

This was it I was committed, no backing out and so I busied myself my hands shaking a little as the men went through into the bedroom.

I busied myself arranging the drinks and I must admit I was tempted to view the business cards but I thought maybe I did not want to know what was written there!

It was not long before the men returned, each had exchanged their suits for something that looked like black silk pyjamas, and were chuckling and joking as they returned.

"I am sure that is more comfortable, business suits should be kept for business.

"Now we are ready."

There was an air of expectation as the men started playing the hands, the game has three hands in a round and takes about a minute a hand.

The men were silent as they concentrated on their hands, but before long there was a chuckle as one of the men laid down his winning hand.

"I think that takes the round!"

"Very good, take a card and do as instructed."

The man took the card and I held my breath my heart beating.

"Remove Jasmine's blouse."

"Oh I think I can do that!"

"Remember only do what is on the card, so keep those hand on the job!"

Gerard nodded for me to go to the man, this was it! I walked over as he stood up. He licked his lips as he looked down at how the blouse was done up. With his fumbling fingers he undid the front smiling at me as he did so. At the last button he pulled the material apart and chuckled as he drew the material over my shoulders exposing my bra and a lot of my breasts. Finally sliding the soft nylon out of the aprons belt and it was free.

"Very nice Gerard, better than Jacques."

Gerard indicated for me to take the blouse and place it on the sideboard. I did as ordered and returned to the table aware of the eyes following me again.

"Very nice, but there's more to come. Now where were we, Jean your deal."

They played again as I stood not sure what to do and not sure what would happen next. I was fascinated by the men's manner and their furtive glancing at me as they played. It was a pity they were all older men, but then I could do nothing about that.

After another three hands Pollo won the rubber and reached over to take the card.

"See how eager he is Gerard."

"I don't blame him Jean."

They laughed again as they bantered amongst themselves.

"Well what does it say?"

"Let me show you."

He stood up and came over to me, the suspense was killing, my skirt, it had to be, my stockings, no? He pretended to move his hands here and then there.

"Come on Pollo the suspense is killing me."

Pollo moved around behind me and As I felt his fingers lightly on my back he quickly undid the clip of my brassiere. No! I was not expecting this. I felt my breasts regain their weight as they were released from the support of the bra. And then the cups slid off and there I was nude to the waist. My nipples exposed to the men's eyes. There were sighs as the men stared at me, shuffling in their seats to get comfortable. Did I imagine it or were there mounds rising from their crotches!

"Jasmine please adjust the curtains a little."

I moved to the windows and pull the cord.

"That's enough now come back over here."

I obeyed my breasts swaying as I moved across the room.

"Lovely, isn't she lovely?"

"Gerard you're right there."

"Maybe the other curtain Jasmine."

I did as asked again entertaining these dirty old men with my semi-nakedness.

I again stood by Gerard blushing as the men perved at me.

"Pollo, your deal I think."

The men were more eager now, I could sense the tension in the room mounting, as they played the cards. There were careful though each one now eager to win the next round.

The third hand finished and Pollo was the winner, I wondered if my master had planned it that way, but surely even he could not fix the cards, or could he?

Pollo was the fatter man, his face was a fierce red color as he stood holding the card in his hand.

This time there was no delay his fingers undid the wrap round skirt and literally tore the garment of my body. I stood now in my apron, panties, suspenders and stocking.

"Turn around Jasmine, and again, beautiful."

"I believe it is my deal."

Gerard once more dealt the cards and the men continued with the game. I was becoming more and more nervous as the hand continued.

"Yes, yes, yes, look at that!"

Jean again stood, winning his second rubber. He took the card and a smile appeared on his face. As he stood I could see his trousers poking out in front.

"Jean what have you got in those trousers, don't let it escape!"

The men laughed but Jean took no notice. He leered at me as he approached.

"Now my beauty."

He knelt down staring at my breasts as he did so, then looking down he lifted the apron and hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties drew them down my legs. Only my apron partially hid my bushy mound from the men. I felt Jeans hands slide up my stockinged legs, to lift the apron and get a better look at my bushy mound.

"Jean, down boy!!"

"Gerard you sadist, how can you do this to us!"

The men chuckled again.

"Jasmine maybe you would fetch some more water and open some nuts."

"She can open my nuts any time Gerard."

Pollo, the fat one laughed at his crude joke.

Christ, I was next to naked the frilly lace apron barely covering my pubes, my back naked save for the thin strap of the apron.

I could hear the men chuckling as they continued to play.

I found the containers of nuts but it took me a a few minutes to find out how to open them. I placed them on a platter, and filled the water jug with ice and then with water.

As I returned to the lounge, dreading the next rubber. Jacques was standing up, with the business card in his hand, they had played another rubber in the time it had taken me to fix the drinks.

I walked over to them.

"Stay there Jasmine, Jacques will take his turn before you fill the glasses."

I waited the tray held before me, my right nipple touching the cold surface of the jug. What was it to be, the suspender belt or the stockings it had to be.

No it wasn't he took barely a moment to undo the apron and I was standing effectively naked before these three strangers.

"Shit look at that, and to think I came here thinking it was going to be a dull business meeting."

The men stared at me standing before them.

"Jasmine, the drinks.'

I again did the rounds stand in front of each of them leaning over and topping up their glasses, knowing the men behind enjoyed the view as much as the ones in front. My breasts swaying on my chest as I turned and bent over, Of course my vulva now was completely exposed, both front and back, my prominent lips visible between the tops of my thighs. It sure felt odd walking around nude doing the mundane things that maids do, knowing all the while they were watching, watching every move. Ah! the power of a woman's body. All the men had erections now; some had their hands resting on their cocks stroking them under the thin material.

"Back to the game."

What more could they do now I mean I was near to naked.

The men continued to ogle me as they played. I walked back and forth doing small tasks knowing they enjoyed the sight of me moving.

Another rubber finished and The fat one Pollo won, his hands shook as he took the card and read the back.

"Come on Pollo what does it say."

Jasmine has to sit on my knee, and I can fondle her for one minute. Whoopee!"

God, I would have this fat man running his hands over me. I walked over to him and smiling sat on his lap. I could feel his erection against my thigh. His left arm circle around me as his right hand immediately went to my breast where he squeezed and kneaded them pinching my nipples, and rolling them between his thumb and fingers. His hand ran across my belly and then down to my crotch where his fingers rubbed across the flaps of my cunt, it did not take long before his fingers found my vagina and as quickly slid a digit up into my cunt. The other in the room were transfixed by this, staring at my body as it was stroked. His hand alternated between my cunt and tits, but fortunately the time was soon up.

"Times up, Pollo."

"Oh just a few hours longer please."

The men laughed.

"What about us Gerard?"

"I think maybe Jasmine should share her assets, so how about a minute each."

"Great."

Gerard nodded at me and before the two minutes were up I was fondled squeezed and rubbed by both men, my breasts red from where they mauled them.

"I am sure we are more than horny, so I propose Jasmine relieves that by giving each of you a blow job. Jacques, would you like to start.

"You've got to be kidding like, I'd love to."

With which he unbuttoned the front of his "pyjamas" revealing a fully erect cock. I went over to him and kneeling in front of him ran my mouth up and down the length of his penis. It did not take long before his cock stiffened and he ejaculated into my mouth. Of course I swallowed his cum, knowing Gerard would not be pleased if I let any cum run onto the pyjamas. I felt a little like gagging but managed to restrain myself.

Over the next five minutes I sucked on all three of their cocks, the fat man taking slightly longer, but ejaculating right into the back of my throat. 

My life had certainly changed; I knew I could never be the same woman again.

The men laughed and chatted as I again stood behind, Gerard. They wanted to know where he had found me, what I cost, all kinds of things and could they hire me.

Of course he fended these question off.

"No she belongs to me. All those things are private."

There was a knock at the door.

I was caught did I answer the door, nude save for my stockings.

"Jasmine the door please."

There was the answer. I walked over to the door and opened it.

"Dinner is ready."

The man behind the dining cart looked me up and down a look of please astonishment on his face as he took in my naked form.

"This way please."

I led him through to the bar and dining room. He seemed reluctant to leave, standing staring at my nakedness.

"Do you want me to put the food out?"

"No I will do that thank you."

He reluctantly exited. 

"Jasmine I think the stockings and suspenders can go now."

I unclipped the tops of the stockings and removed them and the suspenders. I was now completely naked, my nipples fully erect from the eroticism of the moment. The men came into the dining room each of them stroking my bottom as he passed."

For the next hour or so I was in a dream. I served, food and drinks, as the men talked and joked, totally naked leaning over to serve them gave them the opportunity to touch my body, breasts and to run their hands up my thighs to my cunt.

Gerard all the time smiled at me and seem well pleased by my behavior.

The meal came to a close, and Gerard ordered me to clear the table save for the glasses. They talked for a while longer enjoying their cigars and port whilst watching me. I noticed as I went around the table, that the men were once again getting erections, and were spending longer molesting me.




Another Life Ch. 02



Well gentlemen the evening is getting late.

"Jasmine we will go into the lounge, please fetch the small box on the sideboard."

What was going to happen next, were there drugs in the box?

What had Gerard in mind?

"Come gentlemen I feel we have got to know each other far better now than at the start of the evening. So let's enjoy one last pleasure.

I past the box to Gerard, and he smiled at me and squeezed my arm.

"Jasmine would you kneel on the coffee table, that's right, head down a bit, good."

I did as ordered my bottom in the air, my sex in full view of the men standing there.

I heard Gerard open the box.

Now gentlemen in the box I have three cards on each card is a drawing that you will instantly recognize. These give you permission to use one of Jasmines orifices."

My heart leapt, one of my orifices, fuck me here!

And yes, that is what happened. Jacques got the card with my mouth on it, and once more I sucked him and licked him until he came.

Then Jean drew the next card and for the next five minutes in front of the other men who stood watching fucked me in my cunt until he came, with a grunt.

But most embarrassing of all was being fucked up the arse by the fat Pollo. His big cock was stiff and rigid as it forced its way up my rectum. Even when I relaxed it stretched me, my pre-lubrication just saving me from a painful experience , in and out it slid as the men stood about laughing as I grunted at his exertions. Needless to say it did not take long before he also came filling my arse with his cum. My humiliation and debasement were complete I was completely used and abused. I continued to kneel as the cum ran out of my cunt and bum.

"Jasmine you can go and clean up now."

I went into the bathroom and showered. Cleaning my cum filled cunt and bum with the bidet. I wondered at my behavior, why had I let these men use me like this.

I finished and returned to the lounge. The men had gone and Gerard was sitting drinking.

"Jasmine you were wonderful."

I smiled, not sure whether to be pleased angry or what, my emotions were in a total turmoil.

"Thank you Master."

"You can do one more task for me."

He open his fly to release his cock that was fully erect.

"Wet my cock in your mouth and then and sit down on me and put it up your."

I was going to tell him I was still a bit sore from Pollos prick, but knew I could not refuse him. I bent down wetting the shaft of his cock and then turning around I lowered myself onto his cock and let it slide up my rectum. 

"Now Jasmine, take this."

He handed me a long dildo vibrator he had taken from the side of his chair.

"I think you know what to do with it. Masturbate yourself until you climax, I want to feel your muscles squeezing my cock as you climax.

His cock was hard inside my bum as I started to work the dildo around my sex. The humming shaft exited me as I played it around my clitoris. I rose slightly sliding up and down on Gerard's cock as I felt my body getting aroused. I slid the plastic cock into my vagina thrusting it right the way in as the vibrations brought me closer and closer to my climax. Gerard's hand came around the front of me and teased my nipples.

I was coming, there was no way I could hold back, I lifted up and down, my rectal muscles squeezing and contracting around Gerard cock, and then...

"Aahh..."

I felt Gerard take one final push and he also grunted as he came.

"Wonderful, that was wonderful."

We sat there for a minute or two his hands cupping my breasts.

I stood, his deflated shaft sliding out of my rectum.

"Thank you Master."

And I bowed in front of him.

"No thank you Jasmine!"



Another Light



Author's note: This story takes place during Season 2 of The Flash.

*

Linda Park considered herself to be a fairly relaxed person most of the time. Sure, she had worries and insecurities, but she didn't let them show.

However like everybody she had her breaking point, and apparently having an evil doppelgänger who killed her boss in front of her, wanting to kill her, and was now once again on the loose after successfully escaping from the resident superhero the Flash qualified as her breaking point.

The fact that she was now hiding in the childhood home of her ex-boyfriend and current crush was not helping, especially when that crush was being so sweet to her.

"I, I know there's probably nothing I can say to make you feel better." Iris admitted softly, "But is there anything I can do?"

Linda could think of a lot of answers to that question, most of them incredibly inappropriate. Not just because she was currently hiding from someone with her face trying to kill her and this was probably the safest place for her, or because Iris West was a woman.

Iris was her co-worker, and Linda had a very strict policy against office romance as it never ended well. Besides, Iris was probably straight, Linda told herself for like the millionth time before desperately trying to take her mind off this subject.

"Do you think she got a degree or something?" Linda blurted out.

Iris frowned, "What?"

"Dr Light. Do you think she's an actual doctor in her world, or did she think it just sounded cool? You know, like Dr Evil? Or is there a whole family out there? Like Mr and Mrs Light? Miss Light? Or Ms Light?" Linda babbled, and then when Iris chuckled she asked, "What?"

"You just remind me of someone." Iris explained.

"Oh." Linda murmured, and then offered, "Barry?"

"No." Iris smiled fondly.

"Caitlin?" Linda guessed again.

"No." Iris shook her head, "This friend of Barry's from Starling... I mean, Star city. I only met her once, but she babbles a lot."

"I don't babble." Linda huffed, "Just when I'm nervous."

Iris frowned, thought about it for a moment and then queried, "So... I'm making you nervous?. Why would I make you nervous?"

Abort, abort Linda screamed in her head, but instead of changing the subject as she should she simply murmured, "You're a reporter. You figure it out."

There was a long pause and then Iris cautiously asked, "Is this about Barry?"

"Barry! Why would this be about Barry?" Linda exclaimed, pausing to fight the urge to spill her guts before mentally thinking, screw it, "I dated him for like five minutes, and now I barely see him. But... but... you. I see you every day. I see you being so sweet and nice to everybody, looking so hot and, and I just... I'm sorry, I should go."

"No! You can't, it's not safe!" Iris exclaimed without hesitating, before lowering her head and adding, "Besides, you're just scared and confused."

"Scared, yes. But confused? No, I'm not confused." Linda grumbled, taking offence at the accusation, "I've had a crush on you since day one, and with every day that passes by the more and more I wish you'd see me in another light."

There was a long pause and then Iris began, "Linda, I-"

"That wasn't meant to be a pun." Linda blurted out, wanting to put off what seemed like an inevitable rejection, "I just... you make me nervous, this whole situation is crazy and, and it's just a stupid crush, and I'm sorry I bought it up. You've been so nice, and I would never want to make you feel uncomfortable, I just-"

Throughout that little word vomiting session Iris tried to interrupt her, but Linda wouldn't let her, terrified of what she would say.

Then all of a sudden Iris was leaning forward and pressing their lips together, Linda so shocked she didn't initially kiss back. Which lasted for about two seconds before she gently put her hands on Iris's hips, pulled her closer and of course kissed back.

Unfortunately a few seconds later Iris broke the kiss, pulled back slightly and looked incredibly nervous, Linda wondering if that was it. If that was all she was going to get. If it was, at least it was something, but Linda couldn't help hope for more.

"I've, I've never kissed a girl before." Iris admitted.

"Oh." Linda murmured, "To quote a terrible song, did you like it?"

"Hey, I like that song." Iris chuckled, before pulling away and softly answering, "And yeah... but it was kind of brief, so maybe we could go up to my room so I could get a more informed opinion. Or we could just make out on the couch until Barry gets here."

The last part was thankfully drenched in sarcasm, so Linda softly laughed, "He'd probably like that, but yeah. Let's go."

With that Iris flashed her a soft smile, and then she turned and headed to the stairs. Linda quickly followed her, getting a great view of Iris's butt as she did so.

She then found herself glancing at Barry's bedroom, Linda feeling awkward as she remembered the only other times she had been up here, her then boyfriend pointing out his best friend's bedroom before leading her into his own.

Now she was going into the other bedroom, Linda trying to decide whether it was slutty or just weird to go after someone else in this family. Iris was obviously thinking something along the same lines given the look on her face when Linda closed the bedroom door behind them.

After a few long seconds of standing there in silence Iris blurted out, "I've... I've always wanted to experiment, but I always had a steady boyfriend in high school and college, and... and, I was kind of hoping you had a crush on me."

Smiling brightly Linda asked, "Really?"

"Really." Iris smiled, "But I'm still not over Eddie, and I'm not sure I would be doing this if our lives weren't in constant danger, so-"

"Hey, hey, hey... I get it." Linda said in what she hoped was a soothing tone of voice, "This doesn't mean we're going steady. We're just... having some fun?"

"Exactly." Iris nodded in relief, "Is that okay?"

"I'd like more." Linda admitted, "But I'll take whatever I can get from you, even if it is just kissing."

Iris bit her lip, thought about it for a few long seconds, and then cautiously murmured, "I, I didn't say that."

Linda raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Well..." Iris blushed, "I told you, I've always wanted to experiment."

Taking the hint Linda grinned, "Oh."

"I'm not saying we do anything kinky." Iris quickly blurted out, "It's just, I feel comfortable with you. And I've always wanted to have a casual hook up, so... maybe we don't have to just kiss."

Still grinning widely Linda asked, "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know." Iris blushed again, "What do you want to do?"

There was a brief pause and then Linda softly admitted, "I want to go down on you."

"Fuck!" Iris swore, before nervously smiling, "Okay?"

During that whole conversation the two girls had cautiously got closer to each other, and by the time Iris said 'okay' they were already in each other's personal space, meaning that it was easy for Linda to reach out, gently cup Iris's face and pull her in for another kiss.

Immediately Iris wished she had kissed Linda for at least an hour before bringing up the subject of doing something more than making out, and normally she would never be so forward, but honestly Iris just wanted to blurted out before she lost her nerve.

Then again maybe just kissing Linda wouldn't have been so bad. In fact the next few minutes proved that it would be wonderful, Iris melting into the caress of Linda's soft lips, and then eventually tongue.

Iris had felt like her life, and the lives of the people she cared about, had been in constant danger for quite a while now, but things had gotten so bad that her father had actually given her a gun to try and protect herself, and even though he had given her plenty of lessons on how to use one it was all but useless against an evil speedster.

Hell, she had been lucky the first time with Dr Light, so if Linda's doppelgänger or someone else showed up trying to kill them she may not be able to protect herself or her friend/the girl she had a crush on.

That terrifying thought had echoed through her brain all day long, and she couldn't remember a time she hadn't been scared, until now. Now Iris found herself being blissfully unaware of anything other than kissing Linda.

The downside of that was it was quite a shock when Linda finally broke the lip lock to kiss her neck and Iris found she had been stripped down to her underwear and was underneath her bed sheets with Linda on top of her. Well okay, maybe she was dully aware of being stripped and moved, but it was still a shock.

Or maybe she was still overwhelmed by that wonderful kiss. Her second, and hopefully not her last, from another girl. From her co-worker Linda, who was driving her wild and hadn't even really touched her yet.

As if reading her mind Linda's hands slowly slid up to her bra covered boobs, at first just placing her hand over them and then when Iris didn't react negatively Linda squeezed them softly, causing a moan to escape Iris's lips.

A few minutes of gentle caressing later Linda reached underneath Iris's body and effortlessly unhooked her bra, softly tossed it aside seconds later, and then beginning to kiss her way down Iris's chest.

She briefly paused when Iris tensed up, but as the darker skinned girl quickly forced herself to relax Linda continued until she reached Iris's breasts.

Linda was good at this. Not necessarily having sex with a girl, because she'd only ever made out with one before, but she wasn't about to admit that and who knows she might be a natural.

But what she was good at was 'faking it until making it', and while super villains/super heroes were beyond her pretending to be confident and knowing what she was doing during sex was very much in her wheelhouse.

Besides, for once she was dealing with someone with the exact same body as hers, and she had done a lot of research, so she tried to play it cool and hope for the best, and so far it wasn't going too badly.

She literally had the girl of her dreams moaning in pleasure and writhing underneath her, every sound and every movement making Linda feel incredibly proud of herself.

That was even more the case when she reached Iris's breasts and without hesitation kissed her way up one of those perky tits and took a nipple into her mouth.

She then gently sucked on it for about a minute before moving to the other, pressing gentle kisses to the surrounding flesh along the way, Linda beginning to go back and forth while receiving only positive feedback from her girl crush.

That continued to be the case as she slid her hands upwards and cupped Iris's perky boobs, pushing one firmly into her mouth while just playing with the other.

Then she started gradually increasing the force of the suction, and sliding her tongue around the nipples and flicking them.

In turn Iris gently cupped the back of her head, first pushing her more firmly into her tits and then gently pushing her downwards in a subtle hint which made Linda grin around the nipple that was currently in her mouth.

She then just kept licking and sucking her co-worker's nipples to see if she could get Iris to actually ask her for it. Maybe even beg.

She wasn't waiting long, Iris whimpering, "Oh God, please Linda... lower. I want... I need... oh God yes, mmmmmmmmmm, lower!"

Linda wasn't sure if that counted as begging or not, but it turns out she can't deny Iris West when she used that needy tone of voice, and besides this was one of her greatest sexual fantasies and she was very eager to officially fulfil it.

So it wasn't long before Linda moved away from Iris's tits, kissed her way down the other girl's stomach to her pantie covered pussy.

Then, feeling particularly bold, she grabbed the fabric by her teeth and then slowly dragged it down Iris's legs and eventually pulled them from her feet.

After then tossing the panties aside Linda placed a few gentle kisses on Iris's legs as she made her way to her final destination.

Iris thought this must be what it's like to be Barry. Or at least this is what it would have to be like to be Barry after using his super speed, because her heart was pounding in her chest so loudly it was pretty much all she could hear.

And yet ironically she was barely aware of it, because her whole world revolved around that infuriating tease Linda Park.

Okay, so Iris normally liked foreplay, and under the circumstances she very much needed some to calm her nerves, but they were totally passed the point of too much of a good thing here and now she just desperately wanted to be licked.

For another girl to lick her pussy. For her friend and female co-worker Linda Park to do what she asked to do already and lick her fucking pussy.

When Linda finally settled in between her legs Iris held her breath, only to whimper pathetically, first as Linda removed her panties with her teeth and then when she just spent a few long seconds staring at her cunt.

Then Iris found herself crying out loudly as she finally got what she wanted, all the build-up making sure that first lick was so intense it was almost painful.

Don't get her wrong, she'd enjoyed foreplay before, especially from her former fiancé, but all that foreplay combined with the fact she was finally having a girl on girl experience means that first lick was so much better than usual.

That continued to be the case as Linda began gently lapping at her pussy, Iris tilting her head back, closing her eyes and moaning loudly in pleasure from each of those licks.

For a while she kept her eyes closed to concentrate on what she was feeling, but it wasn't long before she was opening her eyes again so she could admire the sight of long brunette hair in between her legs.

A cute brunette girl was going down on her, her friend and co-worker worshipping her pussy, Linda switching between fully concentrating on her cunt and looking up at her with a wicked glint in her eye.

It was at least five minutes until Iris remembered that Linda was still fully clothed, and while she had briefly considered complaining there was no way she wanted to stop just so that Linda could take off her clothes.

Even if it would only take a minute or so it would be too long for Iris, and while she was embarrassed about how selfish she was currently being she promised herself she would make it up to her friend/co-worker. Somehow, someway, she would repay this favour.

Possibly by literally returning the favour and going down on Linda, if only she could find the courage to do so. Right now she just wanted to lay back and enjoy herself.

Linda was sort of in the same boat. Part of her hoped that Iris would return the favour, especially as her body was burning for attention right now, but honestly should just be happy to do this all night long. And if this was all she got, that would be okay.

She had tried to tell herself the same thing about just kissing Iris, which itself was more than Linda thought she'd ever get, but the truth was it just wouldn't have been enough for her.

At least this way she was literally having sex with her biggest ever girl crush, and to her delight finding that Iris tasted just as good as she imagined she would.

While she hadn't quite kissed all over Iris's body Linda had managed to kiss a fair bit of it, and it had all been good, but the other girl's pussy was by far her favourite.

Not that really surprised her. She had fantasised too much about other girls not to like going down on one, and while the taste took some getting used to Linda was soon loving it.

Not that she allowed herself to lose sight of what really mattered here, which was of course Iris's pleasure, so Linda did her best to control herself and not become totally lost in this act. At least not yet. Which was easier said than done. Or thought than done, as the case may be.

For a while she kind of did, Linda closing her eyes and just savouring the feel of her tongue sliding against Iris's pussy lips.

However she was mindful the whole time to keep her licks slow and gentle, at first not to give Iris to much too soon and then to tease her when it was clear from the other girl's moans, groans and whimpers that she wanted more.

Of course Linda knew she wouldn't be able to deny Iris if she directly asked, thankfully the other brunette didn't do that right away, giving Linda a chance to enjoy herself, and more importantly for her to build Iris up until she was ready for more.

In fact just as Linda thought they were both ready for it Iris whimpered, "More, mmmmmmmmm fuck me! Oh Linda, please... fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss! Just like that, oooooooooooooh Gooooooooooooodddddddddddd!"

Eager to give the other girl more Linda began increasing the speed and the force of her licks, making sure to tease the entrance to Iris's pussy and massage the black girl's clit with every stroke of her tongue instead of just occasionally.

She then started lingering on Iris's entrance and clit, poking her tongue slightly into the former and lingering it on the latter, Linda grinning proudly as this made Iris incoherent.

Then just as she got another coherent word out, which was just a swear word, Linda closed her mouth around Iris's clit and applied gentle suction.

Iris thought for sure that she was going to cum from that, only for Linda to deny her yet again. It was a little frustrating, but Iris was enjoying herself far too much to really complain, and she wasn't sure she could even if she wanted too.

Linda's mouth and tongue were just leaving her speechless, which was unusual for Iris West. The inspiring reporter liked to think she always had something to say, but Linda's tongue was just that good, her mouth proving to be just as good as Linda first gently sucked her clit before doing the same to pretty much her entire cunt. Or at least, arguably, the most important part.

Just when Iris didn't think it could get any better Linda once again pressed her tongue against her entrance, except this time instead of teasing her, she slowly pushed it as deep as it would go into her pussy, Iris's eyes went very wide as she was filled with soft girl tongue.

Another girl's tongue was inside her cunt, Iris again shocked that she didn't cum from the combination of the physical pleasure of being penetrated by a tongue and the psychological pleasure from the fact that that tongue belong to a girl, her female co-worker invading her in such a wonderful way. Then Linda began tongue fucking her, which pretty much literally drove Iris crazy.

For a few glorious minutes Iris thought she was literally going insane as Linda constantly kept her as close to the edges she'd ever been, then suddenly taking pity on her the other girl ever so slightly increased the pace of her tongue thrusts, instantly giving Iris the most powerful climax of her life.

It was so powerful she barely registered that Linda pulled out her tongue and wrapped her mouth back around her entrance, mostly because the sensation of another girl literally sucking the cum out of her was enough to keep her on her high. Actually the simple fact that another woman was swallowing her cum was almost enough to make Iris cum again.

Less than a minute after thinking that Iris did experience another orgasm, easily as powerful as the first, and mostly triggered by a return to the tongue fucking.

The process then repeated over and over, Linda tongue fucking increasingly hard and fast, for a while Iris dully aware of the other girl trying to solve as much of her cum as possible.

Then she wasn't aware of anything, Iris West becoming just a writhing mess of flesh and bone as all her climaxes just seem to melt into one endless feeling of ecstasy which she hoped and prayed would never end.




Another Light



Part of Linda wish that this would never end as she didn't think she'd ever enjoyed anything more. She had been worried that she wouldn't be able to make Iris cum, even after all her research on the subject, but she just found it so easy. Both at putting that research into practice, and in how responsive Iris was to her.

Which Linda found very encouraging, because while she understood why Iris didn't want to rush into a relationship she would be happy to wait as long as necessary for the chance to date her. Or just to fuck her again, because this really was intoxicating, and it boosted her ego no end.

However part of her new that this couldn't last forever, and didn't really want it too. Specifically her pussy, which was aching for some attention. Her mouth and tongue were getting pretty tired too.

Of course because she wanted to do this again Linda ignored her own need for as long as she could and spent what felt like hours making Iris cum over and over again, eventually replacing her tired tongue with her fingers. Just one at first, but she soon added another and then another.

Then she wrapped her mouth around Iris's clit and gently sucked that sensitive bundle of nerves. She even licked it when her tongue felt rested enough.

Maybe a minute after beginning to lick Iris's clit while fingering Linda felt a tugging on her hair. She was so lost in eating Iris's pussy Linda was actually confused for a couple of seconds, then she smiled and allowed herself to be pulled upwards, although she made sure not to remove her fingers from the other girl's cunt.

For a brief moment she wondered if Iris would be hesitant to kiss her, but the black girl didn't seem to even think about it, Iris almost literally shoving her tongue down Linda's throat as she flipped them over and stuck her hand down the Asian girl's pants and into her panties.

Linda gasped and broke the kiss at the sudden action, allowing Iris to order her, "Stop fingering me! It's your turn."

Even though she kind of liked the idea of them touching each other at the same time Linda was to stunned to argue, doing as she was told and whimpering as Iris began rubbing her pussy lips, the direct touch alone almost making Linda cum.

Going down on Iris West was pretty much the most erotic experience of her life, and Linda would be happy to tell her friend that when the ability to speak returned to her.

As it was she was too stunned by having a naked Iris on top of her, rubbing her pussy and after a few long seconds sliding a finger inside, Linda became even more incoherent and hoping that Iris would see her cumming so quickly as a compliment.

"You're so wet." Iris murmured softly just before she inserted the finger, and then as she did so and Linda made the most wonderful noises she grinned and taunted, "You liked that, huh? You liked licking my pussy? Making me cum for you? Making me cum in your sweet little mouth? Oh yeah you did. Mmmmmmmm, you loved it almost as much as me."

Iris didn't really know what she was doing with her fingers. All she could really do was mirror what she enjoyed doing to herself, and try and remember what previous boyfriends had done to her.

However all of her previous boyfriends had loved it when she talked dirty to them, and as much as she had loved turning them on and pushing them to fuck her harder she adored the look on Linda's face, and the way the other girl tightened around her fingers and covered them in her pussy cream. No, her cum. She had just made another girl cum! She had just made another girl cum on her fingers, and she'd barely been trying.

Smirking proudly to herself Iris parted her lips to tease Linda about this, but she second-guessed herself when she saw the faraway look in her friend's eyes. The blissful expression Iris was sure was on her own face about a minute ago.

The wonderful bliss that Linda had given her, Iris desperately wanting to return the favour, not ruin it by teasing her. So she closed her mouth and did her best to finger her friend to her climax and onto another, Iris determined to make Linda cum again. Unfortunately before she could she heard an all too familiar voice from downstairs.

"IRIS? LINDA? ARE YOU HERE?" Barry Allen called out at the top of his lungs as soon as he walked into his childhood home and found his friends nowhere to be seen. After avoiding the temptation to use his powers while searching downstairs he raced up stairs at full speed when he thought he heard something, and opening the door to Iris's bedroom without thinking, "Iris, is Linda... OH GOD!"

"BARRY!" Iris scolded.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." He stammered, quickly turning around, walking back through the door and closing it behind him before adding, "I, I should have knocked, but with everything that's going on I was just worried about you two. I didn't think-"

Iris couldn't help smile. Berry really was adorable when he stammered. Of course, she meant adorable like a puppy. Something she wanted to cuddle with, not date, despite what a certain newspaper from the future claimed. But that was another story.

The important thing was to look on the bright side, like at least Linda was still wearing clothes and Iris had managed to get underneath the bed sheets before he had opened the door. Still, giving their flushed complexions, the smell in the air, and exactly where they were it would be hard to pretend they were just talking.

As Berry was still rambling Iris called out, "It's okay Barry."

Frowning slightly Linda turned to her, "It is okay, right?"

"Of course." Iris smiled, before adding with a chuckle, "I mean, I'd rather we weren't interrupted, but I'm not mad. At him or you."

"Really?" Linda pushed.

"Really." Iris promised, "I mean... I'm, I'm embarrassed we were caught, but I'm not embarrassed to be caught with you, you know?"

Iris wasn't sure she was doing a good job explaining this, but she was flustered so hopefully Linda wouldn't hold it against her.

She had always liked Linda, but now there was more than just a supportive friendship on the table Iris really had to watch what she said, because really she wanted the chance to really return the favour and make Linda cum at least half as much as her friend and co-worker had made her cum.

"Good." Linda said, blushing slightly. Then after a long pause asked, "Hey, how'd he get up here so fast?"

Turning away to hide her fond smile Iris forced herself to shrug before offering, "I don't know, adrenaline?"



Another Little Quirk



Luck had deserted me, full stop. Tossing my hair off one shoulder, I watched his fingertips drum slowly and silently on the green felt of the tabletop. There was no point in looking up into his face, in confirming his faint smile while he studied my boobs. That was all right. No problem. Quite good, my boobs. But I could predict what he would suggest next -- and the answer was no way. Bad enough being trapped in this city I loathed. Bad enough having lost my "shirt", literally -- well, my frock, and my panties: the lot, in fact. All of which I could bear. No pun intended. Well, I'd just have to now, wouldn't I? To go further would be sheer stupidity.

Yet the odds had to be in my favour now, surely? Didn't they?

'Another hand?' he suggested, predictably -- his voice carrying that lilt of Orientals everywhere.

For the first time, I felt perspiration. On my forehead, and the palms of my hands. Wiping the latter discreetly on my naked thighs proved futile. 'What stakes?' Was that me? Daft! Had to be! Just say no and be done with it!

'My five thousand remains on the table,' his soft voice conveyed his amusement, 'plus everything you've lost to date.'

I glanced up then, into his twinkling dark eyes. Greasy bugger and no mistake. Too handsome, too rich, too polite. In my experience the worst sort by a long chalk. I'd bonked worse, mind. Much worse. And Oriental men were supposed to be practised, weren't they?... In a whole range of...What was I thinking about?! Just say no! Sipping for the champagne in my glass, secretly pleased by the steadiness of my hand, I smiled and said: 'I don't think that answers my question?'

Jesus, girl -- but you're pushing it! Still, no harm in seeing what he has in mind, is there? And it would buy some time, keep me from getting up and walking out of here starkers. To go where, exactly? Now that was a thought.

'Very well.' He snapped his fingers and one of his entourage passed a notepad into the circle of light encasing the table. I took another sip, needing the moisture, as he produced a gold pen from his inside breast pocket -- and with some flourish jotted a brief note on the top page of the pad. Tearing off the sheet in question, and folding it neatly in half, he passed it via the female dealer to me.

Initially I noted the embossed letterhead on the top of the page, bearing information regarding his firm. Money this. Real vellum, embossed not printed. Face, of course. Then my eyes slid down, to his neat copperplate notation. My breath caught in my throat. Just say no! For Christ's sake, no! My eyes flitted from his faint smile, to the wrapped bundle of cash: my ticket out of this godforsaken city. And the odds had to be in my favour! Had to be! Collecting the detritus of my last hand, tapping the cards into a neat pile and setting them carefully to one side, I nodded and, over the pounding of my heart, and the rush of blood through my temple, said: 'You're on...'

I was trembling uncontrollably, both inside and out. Even my pussy muscles seemed to have caught the habit. Fortunately, after a fleeting moment of weakness, my knees had locked into place to support my weight. For whatever reason, it was vitally important to face his faint wry smile with dignity.

The female dealer, her role transformed by a nod from him -- for her lord-and-master: now my lord-and-master! christ! -- busied herself silently behind me. She slipped the silk bight over my head, snugging it gently to my throat. Then she took my right wrist and, folding the arm across my back, to a point an inch or so below my shoulderblade, fastened it into the padded leather of the manacles. Closing the lock with a resonant click. She repeated this quickly and efficiently with my other arm. It wasn't especially uncomfortable. Just utterly restricting.

Panic welled, taking the form of bile. No way! He was too smooth, too smug. You can't put yourself in this position -- you can't! But it was too late, of course. Even if I wanted to resist, what could I do with my arms manacled in such a fashion?

I felt her smooth my hair, begin to slip on the blindfold. Christ no! I'll throw up. His smile disappeared. Everything disappeared. Cocooned in blackness, my imagination ran rampant. I had to calm myself consciously, concentrate on my own breathing -- deep breaths: one, exhale, two, exhale...which was when I heard the high heels of the dealer receding, fading into the distance. Followed by the opening of the swinging door.

Alone now. The casino long since deserted. Just him and me. No! Him and me and that dreadful silent lieutenant of his... Footsteps? Yes, very quiet. Coming toward me?!...Circling... Oh christ!... Approaching from behind. Stopping. I could smell him: the mixture of cigarette smoke and cologne.

And testosterone! Oh, god.

And then the fingertips. Gentle, caressing -- yet so abrupt the soft gasp escaped when he touched my hips. But who's fingertips?

My question answered by the soft chuckle from opposite.

Not His, then. The lieutenant. Huge hands, several fingers on each hand broken previously. I could imagine how, didn't want to think about how much flesh he'd smacked around.

He soon had my measure, no matter how I tried. Tracing the very bottom of my buttocks, where they start to round up, uncovered a decidedly ticklish spot -- the gasp virtually ripped from me. Earning me another chuckle from the bastard opposite. Up my flanks... my armpits producing another involuntary jerk. I was chewing hard on my lower lip, tasted the tang of blood. Relentlessly, he went on, describing narrow arcs down my front, reaching the inside of my pelvic ridge... then brushing the edge of my pubic thatch while I was still in the throes of the last quiver. Always bushy me. Bane of my existence. First girl in my class with hair, so all the boys wanted to peek -- kept at me. Should've charged them for the privilege. If I'd known then what I knew now... More to the point, he had them all now -- or very nearly all -- knew how to make me react with a mere touch.

The tone changed then. A large muscular hand grasping my forearm, steadying me so his feet could push mine apart. The hand moving me forward from the waist, bending me until I was resting on the table. I squeezed my eyes shut -- ludicrous, of course, but irresistible. The huge broken-fingered hands supple, also irresistible, parting my buttocks, slipping through between my thighs...Hesitating...Some signal, perhaps?

Then the inevitable. Up inside, exploring. Finding me moist. Humiliating! I'd been trying to ignore that reaction ever since I peeled off my panties. Now it was uppermost in my mind. Now just moist...wet! Positively oozing. The digit removed with a quiet sucking noise. The humiliation compounded when he wiped the moisture -- my moisture! -- on my own buttocks.

The soft grunt to indicate I was ready.

The lights from overhead were incredibly hot.

The sole consolation the cool of the felt against my burning forehead...

Try as I might, it was impossible not to react. The organ grinder now, of course -- not the monkey. Grunting emphatically with each thrust, his hands freely exploring, caressing my boobs, fondling my rock-hard hypersensitive nipples, my trembling belly, plucking at my pubic thatch. His perspiration mingling with mine. I endeavoured to think clinically. This should cost him five hundred, minimum. And that without the blindfold and restraints. I should've simply put myself on the market, rather than trying to get-rich-quick... But I couldn't help it, found myself absorbing his thrusting his erection, moving to sink him deeper and deeper and deeper into my warm moist shimmering centre...

It wouldn't do. Never. Just wouldn't! I couldn't beat him there, couldn't bear to give him that satisfaction... yet it was happening, the wave building, the tremors starting. He tightened then, groaning, rigid against and inside me. Oh, thank god!-thank god!-thank god!... but any thought was short-lived, the waving cresting, crashing down, a long hard oh so much-needed spasm, illuminating the darkness behind the blindfold in a series of strobes and meteors...

No afterglow. Strictly business. Did I mention "clinical"? The rustle of fabric, of clothes being repaired and-or replaced. A hand -- the monkey: complete with a handkerchief? some form of cloth at any rate -- wiping between my buttocks and thighs. Perfunctory. Straightening me up, at a sharp snap of the fingers. Turning me by the shoulders. A breeze against my skin. Another rustle: closer, softer. A coat of some sort settling across my shoulders, clinging to my sweat-dampened shoulders and tush. No, not a coat. A cape. A lace being tied at my throat. Only the one? And the cape?-was it floorlength? It brushed my calves. Was it even fully closed?-at the front? But there were footsteps in front, brisk. More beside me. A strong arm guiding me by an elbow clasped gently through the fabric. Silk? Satin? Something like that. Through the swing door, onto a surface chill against my bare feet. Down three steps, carefully -- fragile cargo? Now there's a laugh. Along an even colder surface. Rough. Concrete?

A door swung open, cool early morning air gushing in, wafting my cape apart -- caressing me. Oh god. Outside. And the sensation was delicious. A car idling nearby. Cold wet cobbles underfoot. Hustled across the short gap, assisted gallantly yet quickly into the rear seat. A second body sliding in beside me. The organ grinder. A third body, heaving the car under the bulk -- the lieutenant then -- settling in opposite. The car door closed. Solid. Expensive. Rolls? Bentley?

Didn't matter. The organ grinder had taken residence on the corner of my cape, pulling it apart. The car pulled out smoothly.

Breathless, still quivering slightly from the bonking, I tried to take stock in the inky darkness. Thighs damp, feet damp, flesh damp: all from different sources. Blindfolded. Manacled, and therefore completely helpless -- any orifice available. In a car heading god knows where.

And excited. Aroused. Bloody daft, but there it is! I had to resist the urge to chuckle. Was startled when the organ grinder did. Then the soft, lilting voice said: 'Rather fun, isn't it?'

'Easy for you to say,' I replied, trying for a curt tone.

He merely chuckled again. 'Good. I fancy a challenge. Rest assured you will confess the truth, however. 48 hours is a very long time to remain recalcitrant.'

He was quite right, of course. Settling back, as comfortably as possible, I inhaled deeply. In the warmth of the car, the air positively reeked of sex. My sex, his sex -- all of it intermingled, wafting about. Quite exciting, actually...

But I wasn't going to tell him that! Oh no! He was going to have that little confession from my lips...