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Chicago Bound Ch. 01

By: Odysseyker



This is another installment in the ongoing saga of a couple who met in the original story, "Fourteen Days on the Mountain". In this story, the third since the original, Mike, now 29, and Tiffany, a 20 year-old blonde, have a wild time visiting their friends, Paul and Kelly, in Chicago. For a more in-depth and intimate knowledge of the characters and chronology, read the aforementioned original story, followed by "The Move" and then "Santa Monica Swing".

Before you read this story, be advised that it is adult oriented and contains very graphic depictions of a sexual nature. It is not intended for, nor should it be read under any circumstances, by persons who are not at least eighteen(18) years of age. 

I love to read your comments and would enjoy hearing from you if you like this story. I even want your comments if you don't like it, provided you are actually giving constructive criticism. Please don't leave a comment if you are simply turned off by what the story contains. Just because you may not enjoy or politically agree with the portrayals, it doesn't mean that others won't. 

~~Odysseyker

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About five months had passed since Tiffany's birthday, and we'd settled into a very comfortable cohabitation. Almost too comfortable it seemed. Tiffany and I had opened our bed to a number of partners in that time, and we shared our passion with Cheryl, Tiffany's step-mom, frequently. But I sensed that something was not quite right with my little blonde sweetheart. 

I discussed the issue with Cheryl, to see if Tiffany had confided any problems to her. She told me her daughter hadn't, but she had noticed that something was a little off with Tiff. We talked about what could possibly be wrong, and I finally came to the conclusion that our routine had become just that, routine. Tiffany had a lust for life and excitement, and while our lovemaking was hot, and as good as ever, we hadn't done anything lately to shake things up. 

The one-year anniversary of our first meeting was approaching, so I decided that would be a good time to try and provide a little spice for Tiffany's enjoyment. We had remained in contact with Paul and Kelly, the married couple we'd met on our mountain vacation. Through the e-mails that we received, I was aware that Kelly had become quite the submissive little slut. This was a role that Tiffany and I had helped initiate her into, on that same vacation. 

Remembering the gleam in Tiffany's eyes after she belted Kelly a couple of times with a riding crop, I knew that she would enjoy the opportunity to really dominate the woman. There was a good probability that I could have arranged something similar right there in Santa Monica, but I decided the change of scenery might be nice. And besides, I guessed that Paul and Kelly would be happy to see us again; They had invited me to come to Chicago, after all. 

I phoned Paul and explained the situation to him, and he said that they would be thrilled to have us come and spend the weekend with them. He assured me that he would have something special set up, and that he was certain Kelly would love having Tiffany dominate her. We made all the necessary arrangements and said our 'goodbyes'. By the time I hung up the phone, my dick was about half hard from my thoughts of how the weekend might play out. 

Tiffany's eyes lit up when I informed her that we were going to visit Paul and Kelly to celebrate the anniversary of our meeting. She was a little disheartened when she found out that Cheryl wouldn't be accompanying us, but was fine after her mom let her know that she already had other plans. 

Friday came and we set off for the airport, and Chicago. Paul was waiting to pick us up at O'Hare, and Tiffany greeted him with a hug and kiss. "Where's Kelly?" the twenty-year-old nymph asked. 

"She's still at work," Paul replied, "She should be home by the time we get there." 

On the ride to their suburban home, Paul told us that he had made reservations for us to go out to dinner, and then to see a show. It sounded pretty tame, and I could tell that Tiffany had hoped for something a little more exciting. I suspected that Paul had more in store for us than he was letting on, though. He went on to say that he and Kelly had seen this particular show before, and was sure that we'd enjoy it. 

When we arrived at their house, Paul informed us that Kelly was indeed home, motioning toward another car in the driveway. Upon entering, Paul called out her name, with no response. "She must be taking a shower," he mused. And, as we quickly found out, that was the case. 

I had no more than set our suitcase down when the bathroom door opened and out came a nude Kelly, toweling her hair. "Oh hell!" she yelped in surprise. "I didn't think you guys would be back so soon," she stammered, obviously a little embarrassed, but not enough to cause her to cover up. She simply hugged each of us, lingering a bit longer with Tiffany than she did with me. 

We quickly dispensed with the usual "good to see you" pleasantries. And while we did, I took note of the fact that Kelly's previously unshaven bush was now trimmed into a neat, but still thick, triangle. She also sported a pair of silver studs, one through each nipple, shining brightly against the dark skin of her areolas. Her plumpish figure was the same as it had been a year ago, and there were a few light bruises that marked her body, in areas indicating they were the result of some rough sexual play. 

"Why don't you show them to their room, and I'll go get dressed," Kelly suggested to Paul, then she scurried off. Paul escorted us to the guest bedroom, at the opposite end of the house. He told us that we had about half an hour before we needed to leave for dinner, and that we should dress 'nice, but casual'. Tiffany and I quickly unpacked and freshened up in our private bathroom, then changed for dinner. Just as I was slipping my shoes on, Paul knocked on the door to see if we were ready. 

Dinner was nice and we enjoyed catching up on what had transpired in each other's lives over the past year. But, by the time we'd finished eating, I could tell that Tiffany was getting a bit restless. I hoped that whatever this 'show' was that Paul had booked us for would be captivating enough to keep her mind occupied. I don't think she was really in tune with the fact that Kelly had become so submissive, or that my whole plan was to let her play the dominatrix. But even so, I knew Tiff was ready for a good romp. 

Paul asked the waiter for the check and told us, "We better get going or we'll miss the start of the show." When the check came, I offered to pay for all of our meals, but Paul wouldn't have it. "No way! You're our guests this weekend," he admonished. "We intend to take good care of you while you're here," he said, giving me a wink.

The next half hour was spent driving through what looked to be some of the darker parts of Chicago. I had been there a few times on business, and didn't remember any theaters being in this part of town. Eventually, we exited the rough-looking city streets and, after driving a few minutes through what appeared to be a more residential area, turned into a gated facility that resembled some sort of country club. 

Paul entered a number on a keypad and the gates began to swing open. He drove down a long drive, where a valet was waiting to take the auto. Again, Paul had to enter a number on a keypad to gain entrance to the building, and by now I had a twinge of excitement in my stomach. I had to wonder exactly what kind of a show would be on display in a place with so much security. I guessed that it was some sort of a swinger's club. 

Once inside, I was almost surprised that we didn't find the place littered with naked bodies engaged in steamy sex. What we walked into was a beautifully decorated lobby that would rival even the nicest of hotels. Paul sauntered over to a man dressed in a tuxedo, who, in turn, then directed another man to usher us to our seats. 

We were shown into a semi-private booth which had a back and two side walls. The front was completely open and looked out to a stage shielded by large black curtains. As I looked around the theater, this seemed to be the way all of the seating was arranged. I quickly surmised that this was to allow the patrons to enjoy each other while they enjoyed the show. 

Inside the booth we found a single overstuffed couch that was plenty large enough to accommodate the four of us. I sat down, with Tiffany dropping beside me, and then Paul took a seat on the far end. Kelly, however, kneeled and then came to rest with her back against the couch and half-leaning on Paul's leg. 

Tiffany gave me a questioning look and I shrugged my shoulders, although by now I had guessed that this was not just a swinger's club, but something a little darker. "Aren't you going to sit up here?" the naive girl questioned. 

Paul cleared his throat and then flatly stated, "Submissives aren't allowed to sit on the furniture; Only doms and their guests."

Again Tiffany gave me a look and then it suddenly dawned on her what was taking place. "You mean this is an S&M club?" she questioned Paul, the surprise evident in her voice. 

He nodded his head, chuckling a bit, then said, "Probably the nicest one in Chicago. We are very fortunate to have been asked to be members." 

Paul went on, laying out the 'basics' for us concerning the rules and operation of the club. He told us that there was a show, like the one we were about to see, each Friday evening. Also, there were private 'play rooms' that members could use, as well as a large communal area where mingling, and open, spontaneous displays took place. "We can look around a bit after the show, if you want," he said as the entire theater began to grow dark. 

A few seconds after the place went pitch black, bright lights lit up the stage. The curtains parted and two men, dressed in black leather pants and hoods, escorted a naked young woman onto the stage. They walked her to a large wooden frame that looked like a huge letter 'X' and secured her to it with chains. Her back was facing the audience and each of her hands and feet were attached to the opposite corners of the frame. 

Tiffany wiggled a bit closer to me and put her hand on my leg, just above the knee. I could tell that she was a little tense, so I put my arm around her and quietly asked if she was all right. She just nodded her head silently, never taking her eyes off the stage. I had heard about places like this, but never dreamed that I'd find myself in one of them. I was fairly certain, though, that by the end of the evening I'd have a pretty good idea of how deep Tiffany's dominating tendencies were. 

My only hope was that Tiffany wasn't going to get any bright ideas about trying to dominate me. I certainly wasn't a submissive, and I knew it could be considerably awkward and straining on our relationship if she tried. On the other hand, I also knew that we could have some wild times together if we could find someone willing to submit to both of us. Of course, there was always the possibility that she would be totally turned off by the whole thing, but I didn't think so. 

Paul leaned over and whispered, "This show should be quite tame compared to some we've seen," just as a man appeared on the stage. He was dressed from head to toe in black, and wore a pair of dark sunglasses. He walked up to the woman on the frame, and you could tell that he was talking to her, but we couldn't hear anything he said. And, judging from what I'd seen of the layout earlier, I don't expect anyone else in the audience could have either. 

Finishing his speech, the guy stepped back and admired the woman's naked form. One of his hands had been gently rubbing her bottom while he talked to her, and his fingers trailed off it as he stepped toward a table situated a few feet away. Once there, he surveyed the contents and selected his tool of torment. It was a black riding crop, much like the one some of us had used on Kelly that day on the mountain. 

Already my heart had quickened, and the guy hadn't even landed a blow yet. I'm sure that Tiffany was the same way, her grip tightening on my leg. We watched earnestly as, over the course of the next several minutes, the man artfully swatted at the slave's backside and upper legs. The woman's hind-end quickly became covered with bright red patches where the crop had impacted her skin, but she didn't make sound. As he finished though, her head jerked visibly from the sting of the last four or five blows. 

Tiffany's fingers were now clenched on my leg and she was transfixed by what she was witnessing. My initial astonishment was gone and I was really beginning to enjoy the show, hoping the same was true for her. I glanced at Paul and he was sitting back, relaxed, with an almost 'ho-hum' look about him. Kelly was still curled at his feet, and seemed quite content, with her head resting on his thigh. I had to wonder if she had been on that stage or not, and made a mental note to ask Paul about it later. 

By now, the two hooded guys were back on the stage. After some preparation, the 'X' frame, girl still attached, lifted upwards and rotated 180 degrees. This left the female upside down with her back remaining toward the spectators. The 'hoods' disappeared and the man again went to work on the girl's ass with his riding crop. He landed eight or ten blows with the tool and then stepped forward to admire his work, close up. 

The man ran his hand over the sub's reddened bottom, and then let it glide between her upturned thighs. His hand rubbed slowly over the woman's crotch for a few moments and then he stepped back again. He returned to the implement table and, after some thought, chose a new punishment device. This one had a handle that was about eighteen inches long, with several strips of what appeared to leather hanging from the end. These strips must've been at least three feet in length, and looked to be soft and flexible. 

He waved the 'Cat-O-Nine', as I found out it was called, menacingly about for a moment and then struck the helpless victim squarely on her backside. There was a much louder, and longer, sound as the strips contacted her body. Instead of the quick 'smack' of the crop, there was a deeper 'whoosh' culminating with individualized, yet nearly simultaneous impacts that rang through the auditorium. 

Another strike from the tool brought a sharp gasp from the woman. And then another blow was landed, causing her to writhe against her bonds. The dom paused and then spoke to the girl. "Do you want me to whip your pussy?" he asked. 

I saw the girl's head move, almost imperceptibly, but didn't hear a sound. He asked again, with more force, "Do you want me to whip your pussy, slave?" And after a pause he added, "What's that... I can't hear you, slave... I'll ask you once more; Do you want me to whip your pussy?"

"Yes Master, please," the bound woman meekly replied. 

"Yes Master, what?" the man taunted.

"Yes, Master. Please whip my pussy," the girl blurted. 

The man teasingly flopped the tails of the device between her legs a few times, dragging them over her exposed cunt each time. "I'm thinking about ten strokes should do," he mused, then instructed, "Count them out for me, slave." And, without any further warning, he reared back, bringing the whip crashing down between the sub's legs.

"One," came the victim's voice. Another swing of the 'Cat' and she whined, "Two." 

This continued until she reached the count of five. Then her tormenter paused to once more admire his handiwork. As his fingers roamed over her inner thighs, now becoming as crimson as her behind, I looked over at Tiffany. She was staring intently at the scene on the stage with a lusty twinkle in her eye that I hadn't seen for a while. 

'Whoosh-Smack', and the slave called out, "Six," in a cracked voice.

The sounds drew my attention back to the stage just in time to watch the man deliver the seventh blow. "Uhhhh... Seven," the woman cried, "UhOww... Eight." 

Another, harder, slap from the whip made her strain in the chains and whine with the sting, "Ohuhhh... Nu-nine." There was a very brief pause and then the instrument bit her crotch a final time. "Uhhh, hu-huhhh..." the slave whimpered.

"No, that's not correct, my dear. Try again," the master admonished. 

"Oh-hohh... t-TEN!" the woman finally howled. 

"That's my good girl," the man approved, running his hand up and down the female's inner thighs and then patting her cunt. The guy turned to face the audience and opened his arms wide in conclusion of his performance. 

Applause broke out and he bowed at the waist, never giving any acknowledgment to his submissive partner. He bowed once more and then exited the stage, leaving his whip on the table from where he'd gotten it. As he exited, the 'hoods' returned and rotated the frame, returning the girl to her original, upright position. 

The curtains closed across the stage, and I assumed the show was over. I turned to Paul and said, "That was certainly interesting."

"It was a good warm-up," he replied, adding, "The second act will be even better."

"Second act?" Tiffany asked with a scratchy voice. 

"Yes. There are usually three acts to each show," Paul explained, "Unless they are special performances, and then you just never know." After a moment, he asked, "Would you guys like a drink?"

Tiffany and I both nodded and Paul picked up a phone on a small table at his end of the couch. He placed the order and hung up, then began petting Kelly's head. "We have seen some really wild things done at these shows," he confessed. "Most of them are very similar to what we're seeing tonight, but there have been some that..." He paused as if deciding whether to tell us or not, then went on, "Well, let's just say they wouldn't be for the weak of heart."

Kelly never said a word. She simply sat there like some kind of pet, soaking up whatever attention she was given. Again, Paul's voice rang out, "I'm sorry my darling. Since this is a special occasion, I suppose you are allowed to converse with us." And then he grabbed her hair and turned her face toward his, adding, "Provided you continue to be a good girl."

"Sorry; It's become her habit to follow the rules very well when we come here," Paul explained. "We usually aren't this way at home, unless we have special guests."

"Did you like the first act?" Kelly questioned Tiffany. The blonde nodded that she had and Kelly proceeded, "I'll show you some of our toys when we get home tonight."

"Okay," Tiff replied, her hand moving up my leg a little, toward my crotch. "So you guys come here a lot, then?" she inquired. 

"Oh, yes. We are here almost every Friday night, at least for the show," Kelly beamed in response. 

There was a knock on the door, and then it opened. A waiter came in with a tray that held our drinks. He served them to us, Paul gave him a tip, and he disappeared. I was still a little flabbergasted by the whole spectacle and quickly took a long drink from my hi-ball. This was a whole new experience for me, as it was for Tiffany. I was truly enjoying the event, but it was a good deal more than I had expected. 

The lights began to go down and Paul said, "Here we go; Act two."

Again, the auditorium grew dark as night, and then the stage was flooded with light. The curtain parted and there was the girl, still chained to the 'X' frame. But now she was facing the audience and a blindfold covered her eyes. She was a very trim and petite thing, with small tits that barely swelled her chest, and what I call a 'Mohawk' trim job on her pubes. If I would have had to guess, she couldn't have been much older than Tiffany, if she were that old. 

After a few moments, the stage lighting dimmed a little and the hooded men appeared, this time each carrying a large candelabra. They placed one on either side of the frame and lit the five large candles that they bore. The flames flickered hypnotically as the men departed, and another man replaced them on the stage. He was a different fellow than the first, but there was no mistaking that he was the 'Master' for this act. 


Chicago Bound Ch. 01



He wasted no time with talk or preparations, simply walked to the table and picked up the same 'Cat-O-Nine' that the first man had used. Stepping toward the helpless girl, he began a series of belts to her chest and mid-section. She twisted and jerked against the restraints, tossing her head from side to side. The man worked slowly and methodically, tormenting the slave for the next ten minutes. He finished with the whip by using a clockwise rotational movement, swinging the lashes in a continual circle that delivered blow after blow between her legs and to her pubic area. 

The girl's chest was heaving with her heavy breathing as the Dom walked away from her. Her entire torso was a mixture of pink and red, splotched here and there with the whiteness of her pale skin. Her fairly large nipples jutted out from her nearly flat chest and she was now sweaty from the exertion of her struggle. She wasn't the only one affected by the it, though. 

Tiffany was again beginning to fidget in her seat, not from being uncomfortable, but from the excitement building within her. The hand that she had on my leg had begun to rub on my thigh, each movement edging it closer and closer to my groin. That, combined with the visual stimulation of the show had my cock beginning to stir. 

The rest of the act consisted of the man using nipple and pussy clamps on the girl for a while. And after he removed them, he spent a good deal of time deviling the poor girl with hot wax from the candles. By the time he finished with her, she was a panting, sobbing mess. Both of her nipples were buried under several layers of the wax, and a fair amount of it had been poured out to run down, over her stomach. He'd streamed it down her thighs and even dribbled the scalding liquid on her feet.

As he took his bows, I realized that I had a fully developed hard-on, and that Tiffany was busily rubbing up and down my bulging fly. When the curtain closed and the lighting returned, she looked at me with a grin and chirped, "I guess you liked that." Then she turned to Paul and Kelly and, grabbing my boner through my trousers, she said, "Look at that; He's hard as a rock!"

"Oh, and I guess you didn't like it at all?" I debated.

"Hell yes I liked it," she retorted, then cooed, "I liked it enough to get my pussy all wet."

"You should tend to our guests," Paul instructed Kelly. "I think you should give Mike a nice blowjob." 

Immediately, she turned and knee-walked over to us. Once there, she made quick work of freeing my pecker, with a little help from Tiffany. When my hard-on was exposed, she quickly sucked me into her mouth and began working up and down my pole. 

While she blew me, Kelly worked Tiffany's knee-length sun dress up her legs a bit, and then snaked her right hand inside. I knew my girl, and unless she had changed her ways for some strange reason, there would be no panties to interfere with Kelly's approach. It was quite evident when Kelly's probing fingers found their mark. Tiffany let out a deep sigh and gave a little twitch, signaling that contact had been made. 

Kelly's expert mouth slid up and down my tool for a while, her tongue dancing happily along my length, and then she withdrew. Sitting back on her haunches, her hand still up my sweetheart's dress she asked Tiffany, "May I lick your pussy?"

At that point, Tiffany was becoming so heated that she didn't even answer. She simply raised up and pulled her dress upward until it was bunched around her waist, exposing her bald mound to everyone. She lowered her ass back to the couch and scooted forward a bit to give Kelly plenty of access. After she had repositioned herself, it only took her a moment to catch on to the fact, that even though she was lewdly inviting the woman, Kelly was waiting for a verbal response. 

"Yes, you may lick my pussy," she told Paul's pet. Kelly quickly moved from in front of me to between my girl's knees and started lapping away at her naked snatch. 

"You learn quick," Paul commended Tiffany. "She's been trained to never assume anything. She is to wait for instruction or permission before approaching anyone, no matter what," he explained.

After a few minutes, Tiffany leaned over and kissed me with a twinkle in her eye. "Suck Mike's cock again," she commanded, and Kelly quickly obeyed, leaving Tiffany's crotch in favor of mine. "I want to give our host a little 'Thank you' for bringing us to this nice show," Tiff remarked. 

It only took her a few moments to rearrange herself on the couch, fish out Paul's cock and take him into her own mouth. As she started bobbing her head in his lap, I pushed my hand between her legs, searching out her hot little box. Upon finding it, I easily pushed two fingers into her sopping wet muff. "Mmhhnngg," she groaned around Paul's prick. 

We serviced each other like this for the next few minutes, until the room began to darken once more. "Time for Act three," Paul announced, "This should be really hot." 

Before the room went totally black, I pulled my fingers from Tiffany's pussy and she slurped off of Paul's rigid pecker. Kelly was still going to town on me, so I told her, "You can stop and watch the show too." She pulled off of me and then placed a kiss right on the end of my throbbing dick. I offered her my pussy-soaked fingers and she hungrily sucked my baby's juice off of them as darkness overtook the theater. 

When the stage lights came on, I noticed Tiffany lean over to whisper something to Paul. He nodded his head in affirmation as he said, "It's permissible if it's a command." 

Returning to her place, she coolly ordered Kelly, "You can only watch the show if you strip and sit between Mike and me, so that we can play with you while we watch."

"Great idea Tiffany!" Paul saluted again, and Kelly set about shedding her clothes. It was only a minute before she was standing there absolutely naked. Tiffany slid over and she wiggled her bare ass between us, reclining against the sofa's back. Her nipples were stiff as could be, and the tiny barbell through each one was prominently displayed. Tiffany quickly seized the sub's left breast and began pulling outward on the shiny ornament. 

By now the curtain was already open and the same poor girl was still attached to the 'X' frame. She was positioned as she had been when the curtain closed, and still covered in the wax. I wondered what else could be in store for her. I didn't have to wait long to find out. 

Yet another, different, tormenter appeared on the stage in front of the girl. As were the other two, he was dressed in all black and wore dark sunglasses. His head was completely devoid of hair except for a moustache and goatee. He was, by far, the more menacing looking of the three men. He turned and approached his victim, surveying the work of his predecessors. Picking at some of the candle's residue, he loudly stated, "Let's see if we can remove some of that wax."

Moving to the table, he returned with the riding crop and began swatting at the poor wench. He directed the blows at any part of her body that was wax-laden, but especially her tiny tits. As he continued to beat her, the wax started crumbling off of her body. But, as it did, it left her sensitive flesh more vulnerable to his onslaught. She began to cry out when the leather pad bit her newly exposed skin, and that seemed to fuel the sadist even more. 

He completed this part of his performance with a flurry of softer, but still forceful, smacks between the girl's legs. Each one of them contacted her pussy squarely and brought an almost continual yowl from her. When the pelting was over, the man stepped forward, running his free hand up and down her scarlet torso. Like the first guy, you could tell he was speaking to her, but we couldn't hear his voice. 

Before he moved away from her, his hand found its way between her legs. He rubbed her crotch for a moment, and then dipped a finger into her pussy. The girl remained motionless while, for a brief period, he toyed with her. Withdrawing his hand, the Dom held it out in front of himself and remarked, "I can see that you are enjoying your punishment, slave."

Kelly seemed to be enjoying her 'punishment' as well. I had managed to delve into her own hot little box and she was nearly as wet as Tiffany had been. As the guy on stage moved to the implement table again, I glanced over at my sweetie. She was tugging at the silver stud in Kelly's opposite nipple. She turned her head and the two women locked lips in a very passionate french kiss. 

Seeing her fingers working the jewelry was tremendously erotic, for some reason, and I opted to let her have better access. "Kelly, get on your knees in front of Tiffany," I ordered. They broke off the kiss and Tiff looked at me, but Kelly did not. She simply slid forward, and off the couch. She started to turn around and I instructed her that she was to remain with her back to us. "Now you can reach both her tits at the same time, Babe," I told my sweetheart. 

Tiffany scooted forward and realigned herself behind, and straddling, the naked Kelly. She reached around and cupped both of the woman's breasts in her hands, and then began pulling and rolling each of the skewered nipples. "These piercings are very nice," she told Kelly. 

Looking back to the stage, it seemed that the 'Master' had changed his plans for the girl. It appeared that he was putting something back on the table after obviously having enough time to have already made a selection. Turning, he motioned to the hooded assistants and they quickly converged with him in the center of the stage. After a very brief meeting, the two set to work in repositioning the girl once more.

When they had completed their work, the submissive had been turned around and the frame had been rotated, leaving her upside down and backwards again. The Dom walked toward her and slapped her ass rather hard, the sound resonating through the theater. Again he slapped her, and again the sound rang out, followed promptly by a cry of "Owuhh... Thank you Master," from the girl. 

Moving to one of the candle holders, the man selected one of the taller candles and removed it from its place. He carried it to the girl and I expected to see him pour the hot wax on her again. But instead, he opened her labia with one hand and swiftly jammed the candle into her cunt with the other. Some of the wax did, at that point, splash onto the girl's thighs and bottom, causing her to cry out again. 

"Shut up, slut!" the man barked, tipping the candle to let more of the hot liquid dribble down her crack. Again the victim screeched and twisted in her bonds. "You want something to whine about? I'll give you something to whine about," the guy growled. Then he went to the table and grabbed a loop of something from it. Standing sideways to the audience he uncoiled the loop and it turned out to be a bullwhip about eight or ten feet long. 

"Dammit! He's improvising," Paul complained, adding, "This is going to be pretty intense," as he began stuffing his dick back into his pants. "We can leave if you want."

"Huh-uh... I want to watch this," Tiffany returned, almost breathlessly and without even looking at him. 

"POP" The crack of the whip brought my attention quickly back to the stage. Threateningly, he snapped the whip again, bringing a pleading outcry from his prey. "No Master, please, no..." the helpless girl begged, knowing from the unmistakable sound what was about to happen to her. 

In one swift motion, the man popped the whip in the air once more and then swung it at the girl's vulnerable hind-end. The leather band whistled through the air and impacted precisely where he directed it, snapping crisply as it crossed her ass. The girl yelped at the contact and lurched in the chains. This caused more of the wax to spill from the candle in her vagina, and splatter into her crotch.

Almost instantly, a bright red stripe appeared across her already abused butt cheeks. It was soon accompanied by another as the tormenter flashed the whip at her a second time. A third lash brought a scream from the girl. "Oww-uhhh... Please, Master no..." she wailed. Her request was answered with another whistling delivery of the leather to her backside. 

The man paused and coiled the whip in his hand, then approached his victim. He touched her striped bottom and she jerked, again sloshing wax into her groin. "Uhhnnngg," she groaned. 

"You slut!" the Dom roared, "You nearly got hot wax on me. For that you will be punished."

Backing away and letting the whip unfurl, he let it fly at the subdued female. Another four strokes landed in quick succession on her butt, and then two more were placed on her previously unscathed back. Throughout this attack, the girl turned and twitched, both from the sting of the whip, and futilely trying to escape it. Again, as her body wrenched, hot wax was tossed about and sprinkled down on her inner thighs and crotch area. 

Nearing the frame again, the dom ordered, "Do not move!" And, again, he reached out to touch the girl's fiery looking bottom. This time, you could see her legs tensing as she struggled to keep still. The man trailed his fingertips over the plainly visible welts that had risen on her ass. "That's a good girl," the burly man told her. "We're almost done."

He let his hand slip down, along her side as he spoke to her, as if he were petting his favorite dog. The girl's sobs could be clearly heard as she hung there at his mercy. I didn't think the little dame could take any more, but the guy torturing her was intent on proving me wrong. 

Stepping back, he let fly with three or four more blows landing on her back. Each one rising a little closer to the curve of her ass. He paused for a moment and then reared back, bringing a crashing snap of the whip down on the sub's hind-end. She screeched in pain and he quickly flipped another harsh lash across her pummeled ass. Once more she screamed out, tensing against the chain bonds, and then went limp. 

With one final flick of the whip, the 'Master' snuffed out the candle still wedged in the female's pussy. He turned and bowed and the audience broke into a thunderous round of applause. I was nearly speechless. The scene had been so intense and hellish, and yet so sophisticated and erotic at the same time, I had to gather myself for a moment. Then I glanced at Tiffany to gauge her reaction. She was still tugging and twisting at Kelly's now very red nipples, with a firm grip on the silver studs. 

"Well, what did you think?" Paul queried. 

"Wickedly erotic," I replied, and was about to expand my thoughts when Tiff cut me off.

"Fuckin' amazing and totally hot!" she clamored. "Did that chick pass out?"

"It's a possibility. I have seen slaves pass out before, but sometimes it's just part of the show," Paul explained. 

"You mean they're faking it?" Tiffany wanted to know, with a deflated tone.

Paul answered, "No. The punishment and pain are both very real. But, these are professionals and they try to provide what the audience wants to see. Besides, sometimes not knowing is more satisfying than knowing."

"What do you mean?" I prodded.

Paul went on, "Okay, let's be honest. After seeing that girl get a whipping like that, would you want to see her hop off the frame and skip off the stage as if nothing happened, leading you to believe it's all a sham. Or, did you prefer thinking she'd passed out?"

"Well..." I stammered.

"C'mon now, be honest," Paul contended.

"All right, already... I just about blew my load when she went limp," I admitted, almost ashamed of myself. 

"I'd be willing to bet that she did cum, just before she went limp," Kelly chimed in, "That's probably why she looked like she'd passed out."

"Or, she may have simply done just that; passed out. So you see, sometimes not knowing is far better," Paul concluded. 

I slithered a hand into Tiffany's crotch and she leaned back, giving me more access. I pushed my fingers between her labia and was met with a great abundance of her juices. "God damn, Babe... I can't remember the last time I felt you get this wet," I stated in wonderment. 

Tiffany groaned softly and said, "Yeah, I know... I sure could use a good, hard cock right now."

"Well, I think you'll have to wait a bit," I told her.

"Why?" Paul intervened. "There's no reason she can't have one right now."

"Oh... Okay then. Would you like the honor?" I responded. 

Tiffany didn't wait to find out who was going to screw her. She shifted in her seat and deftly pulled her dress over her head, joining Kelly in the nude. Looking first to me and then Paul, she rearranged herself on all fours in the couch. Seeing that Paul had already begun to drop his trousers, she turned her pert little ass toward him and waited for his entry. 

In the meantime, I stood and started to remove my own pants. Kelly was quick to come to my service and she soon had them down my legs. As I lifted a foot so she could pull them free, Paul moved behind Tiffany. He grabbed her slender hips, and with one smooth thrust, impaled his dick in my girlfriend's sloppy cunt. 

"Ohh YES!" Tiff squealed as his member filled her hole. 

"Damn... She is really wet," Paul confirmed. 

By this time, Kelly had my pants off and had slipped my prick into her skilled mouth. She was working up and down my pole, and just as I started to reply to Paul's comment, she swallowed me completely. All I could manage was a guttural, "Uh-huhh..."

We continued in this form for the next several minutes, with Kelly providing me a wonderful blow-job while Paul thoroughly fucked Tiffany from behind. I could tell from her excited discourse that Tiff was rapidly approaching her summit, and I decided to give her a bit more pleasure. 

I extracted my cock from Kelly's talented mouth and instructed her to lean her back over the arm of the couch. The position was awkward for her, but it brought her face directly below Tiffany's swaying tits. Coaching Kelly, I soon had her biting and pulling at my girl's nipples. While she did, I slipped my pecker into her furry slit and began humping away at her contorted body. 

I knew it wouldn't take too long for Tiffany to reach her zenith, and I was right. With Kelly working her tits and Paul hammering her steamy box, she soon cried out in a climbing voice, "Ohhh-oh-oh... I'm... Uhh-oh-Uh... Oh G-god... I-I.... OHHHHhhhh." The blonde's whole body began to tremble and then her back arched as the orgasm washed over her. 

Paul continued slicing in and out of my honey for about another thirty seconds, then he called out, "Come here my little cum slut." Kelly immediately wiggled free of Tiffany and me, making her way around the couch. When she was obediently in position, Paul pulled his slimy cock out of my girl and stuffed it directly in his wife's mouth. 

Tiffany, temporarily exhausted, let her shoulders and head slump down on the vacated couch cushion, leaving me standing there with my dick hard and twitching. I wasn't about to be left out of the action, so I decided to take advantage of Kelly's bent over position. She squealed delightfully around Paul's tool as I drove my cock back into her hairy cunt from behind. 

It only took me a moment to set my pace, fucking her fast and hard. Watching Tiffany get off so mightily, on top of everything else I'd witnessed, had my libido in overdrive and I was ready to bust my nut. It had been quite a while since the last time I had felt so pent up, and I needed some relief. 

Paul grunted and I could tell from his expression, and Kelly's reaction, that he was filling her mouth with his spunk. Just as she had done with all of the men at the cabin a year ago, she swallowed his seed without a complaint. In fact, I think she would have complained if he hadn't shot off in her mouth. 

As Paul withdrew, Kelly making sure his cock was thoroughly cleaned, I could feel my own cum begin to rise. "Turn around here and get some more!" I ordered. Kelly abruptly pulled forward, sliding off my pecker, then spun around and came to rest sitting cross-legged in front of me. "Suck it. Suck me off," I commanded the submissive woman.




Chicago Bound Ch. 01



Kelly didn't have to be told twice. She opened her expert mouth and took me in, swallowing my stiff rod right down to the base. I moaned at the sensations that shot through me, my balls tingling and dancing in my scrotum. Up and down my shaft, the skilled tart worked for another minute or two. Then, with a growl, I began to empty my balls down her throat, literally.

I was buried to the hilt in her gullet and the constrictions of her throat as she swallowed felt fantastic on my spasming dick. I grabbed Kelly's head and grunted, forcing her to keep me right where I was. Her throat muscles milked the last of my jism from my organ and I released her. She pulled off of my pole, gasping for a breath. 

"Damn, Baby. For a second there I thought you were going to choke her to death," Tiffany cooed in my ear from behind me. In the throes of my release, I hadn't even noticed that she'd moved, pressing her tits into my back and reaching around to run her hands up and down my chest. "This has been a great anniversary present," she lustfully flattered. 

"Don't thank him yet, the weekend is just getting started," Paul chuckled.

I didn't know what he had planned, but if it topped the experience we'd just had, I couldn't wait.

~~TO BE CONTINUED



Chicago Bound Ch. 02



This is another installment in the ongoing saga of a couple who met in the original story, "Fourteen Days on the Mountain". In this story, the third since the original, Mike, now 29, and Tiffany, a 20 year-old blonde, have a wild time visiting their friends, Paul and Kelly, in Chicago. For a more in-depth and intimate knowledge of the characters and chronology, read the aforementioned original story, followed by "The Move" and "Santa Monica Swing", then part one of this story.

Before you read this story, be advised that it is adult oriented and contains very graphic depictions of a sexual nature. It is not intended for, nor should it be read under any circumstances, by persons who are not at least eighteen(18) years of age. 

I love to read your comments and would enjoy hearing from you if you like this story. I even want your comments if you don't like it, provided you are actually giving constructive criticism. Please don't leave a comment if you are simply turned off by what the story contains. Just because you may not enjoy or politically agree with the portrayals, it doesn't mean that others won't. 

~~Odysseyker

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As Kelly caught her breath, Paul picked up the phone again. "Yes... White tray for four, please," he said, and hung up. 

Reaching behind me, I let my fingers find Tiffany's nude body as she snuggled with me. "I guess you had a good time," I stated rhetorically, twisting my head and looking at her over my shoulder.

"Mmmmm... You bet I did," she responded, letting her right hand slide lower to find my wilting tool. Gently stroking it, she asked, "What about you?"

"Yeah..." I said, "I had a great time."

"But..." she posed.

"But what?" I asked, puzzled. 

"It just sounded like there was a 'but' coming. Is something wrong?" she wondered.

"No. Nothing. I just haven't quite recovered yet," I pretended. Although, I guess if I had been honest, I was still a bit concerned that Tiffany was going to get some wild idea that she could dominate me in bed. I just couldn't get the idea out of my head, knowing it would be a bad scene if she tried.

I heard a knock on the door and it opened. In came the same waiter that had delivered our drinks earlier. This time he was carrying a large sliver tray, covered by a dome. He didn't even seem to pay any attention to the fact that both of the females were nude, or that Paul and I both had our dicks hanging free. Setting the tray in the couch, he asked, "Will there be anything else, sir?"

Paul told him, "No. That's all. Thank you," and handed him another tip. 

The waiter exited, closing the door behind him. When he was gone, Tiffany giggled her patented schoolgirl giggle and snickered, "Great service here."

I figured that Paul must have ordered us a snack, but didn't want to assume anything at this point. "What's that?" I queried. 

Paul reached over and removed the covering. Under it were eight white towels, four hot, damp ones in plastic bags, and four dry ones. "You don't want to walk around all sticky do you?" he inquired. Going on, he extended, "Just another one of the 'perks' that makes this club so nice."

We each took a damp and a dry towel to clean up a bit. As we wiped down, Paul offered, "If we hurry, we still might be able to visit the slave, if you'd like."

A little confused, I questioned, "Do what?" 

He explained that after each performance, the slave is put on display for everyone's inspection. He told us that it was kind of a 'meet the actors' type of deal, but also served the purpose of proving the severity of the on-stage punishment. "Sometimes the dom, or doms, as it would be tonight, are there too, but it's usually just the submissive," he said. 

"Come on," Tiffany urged, "I want to see this chick close up." We hurriedly finished our clean up, and began to dress. "Huh-Uh, not you!" Tiff directed Kelly. "You need to stay naked." Then she turned to Paul to confirm, "It is appropriate to keep a slave naked, right?"

"Yes, but she'll have to wear this," he replied, pulling a collar and leash out of his jacket pocket. "The rules are that no one is allowed to be totally nude in the common areas, but a collar and leash are acceptable." Offering the items to Tiffany, he asked, "Would you like to..." Before he could finish, Tiff had snatched them from his hand and was headed toward Kelly. 

Kelly didn't say a word as Tiffany fastened the collar around her neck, simply stood there obediently. Snapping on the leash, Tiff let it drop between the sub's breasts, the loop handle hanging below her furry mound. Stepping back to admire the slave, Tiffany oozed, "That looks sooo hot..."

"Just so you know; She hates to be paraded around here like that," Paul told Tiffany. "I've used it as a mild punishment a couple of times, but I'd bet she considers it a treat tonight. Especially if you'd be willing to handle her leash, my dear."

"Is that right..." Tiff replied? "Would you like me to lead you around, slave?" she boldly questioned the now blushing woman. Tiffany seemed to be really getting into her role as dominatrix, and I had to wonder just how far she would take it. "Well, slave..." she barked, reaching down to take the loop of the leash, "Would you like that?"

Kelly nodded her head in the affirmative, flashing a wide smile at my girl. That settled, we headed out the door and Paul led us through a series of corridors and turns. We descended a couple of flights of stairs and rounded another corner, bringing us to an area the club members referred to as 'Misery'. 

Paul explained that the term was originally derived from the state name 'Missouri', which is called the 'show me' state. Someone apparently thought this appropriate because members would come down here and demand to be shown the marks on the slaves. As this became regular practice, it also became evident that this was a place of humiliation for many of the subs, hence the 'misery'. 

There were several people gathered around, obviously ogling the unfortunate victim of the performance. We worked our way toward the front, being met with a velvet, theater-style rope barrier. The two hooded men who had assisted on the stage were standing on either side of the slave, and a bright light shone down on her. She was facing us and you could see that the blindfold was still in place, and her torso was splotched with varying shades of pink and red. 

I could see bits of hardened wax still clinging to her skin in areas that the crop had missed. There was also an abundance of waxy buildup in the 'mohawk' of hair covering her pubic mound. It was more concentrated in the lower portion of her bush, as it disappeared between her tightly closed legs. Apparently this was the remnant of the candle she'd held in her pussy while the 'master' had beaten her with the bullwhip. 

"Turn her around, please," Paul requested, and the two men spun the girl around to display her backside. Her back and buttocks were splotched red, like the front of her body. And, there was more wax visible in the cleft of her ass, again disappearing between her legs. But, angling across her posterior were wide, deeper crimson stripes that highlighted the raised welts left by the whip. There was no mistaking that the punishment had been very real indeed. 

"Can I touch her?" Tiffany asked Paul in a hushed, but almost hyper, tone. 

"No. This is an 'eyes only' display. But, if you want, I could try to arrange a private meeting," he replied. 

"That's okay. I don't want you to go to any trouble," Tiff told him. 

"Show's over!" one of the hooded men bellowed, then directed the sub, "Come on, wench."

I looked over and found Paul huddled with the second of the hooded attendants. "Wait here," the guy told Paul and then disappeared through a door, following the slave. A few moments later, the door opened again and the 'hood' returned. "Follow me," he gruffly instructed as he unhooked one of the velvet ropes. 

We proceeded through the door and into a hallway, then were shown to another door. "Master Wolfe is waiting inside," the man told Paul. 

"This is an unusual occurrence, so just follow my lead," Paul told us, "Remember that she is his property; treat her as such." 

Upon entering the room, we were greeted by the last of the men who'd doled out torment on the submissive girl. He still wore the dark glasses, and looked even more daunting, now that we were up close. I had a feeling of nervous excitement deep in the pit of my stomach, wondering what was in store for us. 

The fellow stuck out his hand, greeting Paul with a surprisingly cheerful, "Hello, I'm Master Thomas Wolfe."

"Good evening, Master Wolfe," Paul extolled, "We truly enjoyed your performance." 

The dark figure responded, "I'm glad you and your guests found it entertaining. Did your slave like it as well?"

"I'm sure she did," Paul told him, nodding at Tiffany. 

My baby didn't miss his cue and tugged at the leash, inquiring, "Well, slave, did you enjoy Master Wolfe's performance?"

Kelly nodded her head, almost imperceptibly, and meekly replied "Yes, ma'am."

"Very good!" the 'master' approved. Then turning his attention to Tiffany he said, "I understand that you are a budding dominatrix, my dear. And that you would like to touch my pet. Is that correct?" 

"Yes. That's right," she told him. 

He thought for a moment and then bargained, "I will let you touch mine, if I can touch yours." 

"She's not really mine to trade. She belongs to Paul," Tiffany explained. 

Paul quickly spoke up, "For the rest of the weekend, she's yours to do with as you wish."

I saw a demonic twinkle light up the blonde's eyes, and knew that she was hooked. "Master Wolfe, I agree to your offer..." she began, and I could see Kelly immediately begin to tremble. Going on, Tiffany added, "With the understanding that this is touching only, and no punishments allowed."

"Agreed," Wolfe said, stretching out his arm and hand toward his slave girl. 

Tiffany dropped the leash and moved to the punished form of the still blindfolded female. Her hand reached out and she let her fingertips lightly glide over the swollen stripes on the girl's hind-end. The sub flinched slightly when she felt Tiff's touch, but remained motionless after that. I was amazed at how transfixed Tiffany was by all of this, and the big question of what she intended to do with her new hobby was growing in my mind. 

Master Wolfe neared Kelly and she continued to tremble, even though he had agreed to Tiffany's 'no punishment' terms. He circled around her, surveying her curvy frame a couple of times, then paused behind her. One of his hands came around her body and he cupped one of her breasts, lifting it slightly. His fingers moved forward and came together on her silver-studded nipple, then moved away. 

"I'll bet that you're quite the horny little bitch," he muttered. "I'd even bet your pussy's wet right now," he continued, speaking almost in a whisper. Then, as he ran his hand down her back and over her shapely ass, he growled, "I'd enjoy putting a few welts on this fine ass of yours, slave. That would get your pussy all wet, wouldn't it slave?" 

I noticed Kelly shudder and saw her skin break out in a rash of goosebumps. "Y-yes Master Wolfe," she quietly responded. 

"Spread your legs slave," he commanded her. "I want to see if you're telling the truth."

Kelly obediently shuffled her feet apart and the man slipped his big hand between her thighs. He brought it up and back, letting his middle finger slide between her pussy lips. "I guess the thought of me whipping your ass does please you," he commented in that same low and quiet voice. He looked at the glistening pussy juice on his finger, then bluntly directed, "Clean it off," placing the finger on her lips. 

She sucked it clean and then Master Wolfe moved away from her, toward Tiffany and his own sub. "Well, what do you think Mistress..." he questioned, trailing off, not knowing her name.

"Mistress Tiffany," my darling told him, still running her fingers over the slave's whip-marked body. "Very nice. I think our pet over there would look better this way, though."

I think Paul and I both were shocked to hear her seemingly offer up Kelly for such harsh treatment. But, before either of us could protest, Tiffany gracefully, and literally, saved Kelly's ass. "But we will have to do it some other time. There is much more here to see tonight, and I'm getting a little tired," she demurely explained. 

"Very well," the man replied, "Here's my card. Contact me when you're ready."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Master Wolfe," Paul lauded, moving toward the door. 

Tiffany returned to Kelly and picked up the leash. "Yes. Thank you, sir," she echoed. 

"You've got a good start, Mistress, but let me give you some advice," Master Wolfe said. "You just made your first mistake of many to come. Never address another dom as sir or ma'am; use their titles. Always remember that this scene is as much, or more, about etiquette than the pain."

"Thank you again, Master Wolfe," Tiffany corrected herself, and we exited the room. Moving quickly down the hallway, we were soon back in the corridor that housed 'Misery'. Paul pointed to his left and we set off.

"Wow, that was tense," Tiffany remarked, tugging at Kelly's leash. "Did I have you worried, my little pet?"

"Yes Mistress. I don't think I could take his whip," Kelly responded. 

"Well, we'll see how you do under mine," the blonde vixen taunted, now fully aware of what this weekend was about, and totally accepting her role. 

Paul led us on a tour of the facility, which was a good deal larger than it appeared from the outside. Most of it was housed underground, leaving the aboveground part looking quite normal. He turned a corner and stopped at a closed door. Another keypad guarded the entryway and he typed in a number. I heard a 'click' and Paul opened the door. 

"This is 'Voyeur Vista'," he informed us. "Just as a warning, there's no telling what you might see in here." He then expounded, as we filed in, that this corridor was lined with one-way glass which served as a wall in some of the rooms. "These rooms are for people who like to be watched, yet still want some privacy."

As we made our way down the corridor, we saw all sorts of sexual depravity being practiced. And it wasn't all whips and chains either. One room had a guy dressed up in a diaper and some woman playing 'Mommy' to him. Another one was set up like a classroom and there was a female, complete with school uniform and ponytail, blowing a much older 'teacher'. 

For the most part, though, these rooms were a mixed venue of S&M. We watched all manner of combinations; Men dominating women, women dominating men, women on women, and so on. In one room we witnessed a dominatrix fucking a male sub with a strap-on dildo while she forced him to suck off another male slave.

After a few minutes, she made both of them lie down on the floor, head to toe on their sides. She commanded them to suck each others cocks and then she climbed onto a platform about two feet off the ground. From there she started pissing all over both of the poor schmucks while she berated them verbally. 

That scene once more stirred up my uneasiness concerning my girl's newfound persona. I guess Tiffany could sense my unrest. She sidled up to me and whispered, "What's wrong Baby? Don't you want me to fuck you up the ass and then piss all over you?" 

Looking into her eyes, I could tell she was simply teasing me. But I was still concerned until she confessed, still whispering, "Don't worry. I'm not interested in dominating you, even if I thought you'd let me."

Her words lifted the weight of my concern, but still left me curious as to how far she wanted to take this whole domination script. I was happy with the lifestyle that we had, sexually speaking. And while I'm always open to new adventures, I wasn't looking for a complete change. My hope was that this would be a 'once-in-a-while' pastime. 

We continued the tour, stopping in the communal 'playground', as Paul called it. This area was as big as a basketball court and had small dining tables dotted throughout. We sat down at a vacant table and Paul motioned for a servant.

A female trotted over wearing a leather outfit, consisting mainly of nothing but a bodice. Her hefty tits were bare and hung over the top of the garment, her shaven pussy clearly visible below. Other than that, she had on a leather collar, complete with dog-tag, and a pair of fishnet hose.

"Yes, sir. What would you like?" she asked. 

"Four rum and cokes," Paul answered and the girl turned to fetch our drinks. 

As she walked away, I noticed that she had a long tail dangling from her backside. It hung down to mid-thigh and swished from side to side as she walked away in her spiked heels. I'd seen these in a couple of sex shops that Tiffany and I frequented, but like a lot of the toys in these shops, I never took them very seriously. 

"Is that tail attached to..." I paused, for some unknown reason not wanting to seem crude.

"A butt plug?" Paul chuckled. "Yes, my friend, it is." Paul went on to explain that most of the servants in this area were slaves on loan from their masters. He said that this was usually a form of punishment. Kind of like working off a debt. "If a girl is wearing a tail, it usually signifies that she was unwilling to accept anal play," he said. Then, almost boasting, he added, "But our pet, Kelly, has never had to wear a tail when she has served here."

Elaborating, he told us that we were allowed to touch and inspect the servants, among other things. He pointed at another table and I could see one of the servant girls busily bobbing her head in a patron's lap, obviously blowing him. "Of course, this is all done with the respect that you would have for any property that someone has lent you," Paul said, nonchalantly.

"So Kelly has done this?" I asked as the servant returned with our drinks. 

"Yes. A few times," Paul replied, then ordered the servant girl, "Show my guests how your tail stays put, harlot."

The well built, thirty-something female promptly put the tray on the table, turned around, bent over and pulled her butt apart with her hands. Sure enough, there was a bright red butt plug seated firmly in her anus, the several dozen thin strands that made up the tail encased in its body. 

"That'll be all, slave," Paul said, and the girl stood up, wiggling her bottom a little to readjust the tail. Then she took the empty tray and hurried off to another table. 

"That's so cool," Tiffany chirped. "Did our pet have to do anything special when she served here?"

"One time I made her walk around with a big rubber dildo in her mouth," he began. "I caught her blowing another slave without permission, so she spent the rest of the evening serving drinks with this big fake dick hanging out of her mouth, and the word 'whore' written across her forehead."

"Did you enjoy that, my pet?" Tiffany asked sarcastically.

"No, Mistress," Kelly replied. 

I don't really know why, but the sound of Kelly referring to my sweetie as 'Mistress' was amazingly erotic. 

"Do you like calling Tiffany 'Mistress'?" I questioned her.

"Ohhh, yes, Sir!" was her animated reply. 

"Why is that, pet?" I pressed. 

"Because she is so young and sexy, Sir. And because I really enjoyed having sex with her when we were in the mountains last year," Kelly bubbled, but quickly regained her simplistic posture. 

"Stand up and come over here," I commanded, and Kelly readily complied. "Does thinking about Mistress Tiffany dominating you make you all wet?" I teased. 

The sub sheepishly nodded her head and I said, "Let me see." She slid her feet apart, opening her legs wide enough that I could get my hand between her thighs. I reached out, bringing my fingers up and into her crotch, my touch raising the goosebumps on her skin once more. 




Chicago Bound Ch. 02



Delving into her crevice, I found that she was indeed wet, and very much so. Pushing a finger deep into her, I asked, "Have you ever masturbated while thinking of Mistress Tiffany dominating you?"

Kelly closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, then murmured, "Mmm, Uh-huh." 

My dick had begun to stiffen as I interrogated her, and I wanted more of her arousing delivery. "What was that?" I questioned, for my own benefit, but Tiffany's as well. 

"Yes, Sir," she curtly answered. 

"Yes, Sir... What?" I pushed. 

"Yes, Sir, I have masturbated while thinking of Mistress Tiffany dominating me," she replied, seeming somewhat embarrassed. 

I began wiggling my finger inside of her and stated, "You're going to have to say that a little louder. I don't think Mistress Tiffany could hear you," although I knew she could. 

"Yes, Sir. I have mastur...." she started, but I interrupted.

"No. Louder," I enforced. 

This time she repeated the whole phrase, much louder, drawing the attention of several people nearby. Kelly hung her head, humbled, but I'm sure quite excited at the same time.

I let another finger slip into her slimy, wet cooze and jammed the pair deep. "What would you like her to do to you, slave?" I probed. 

"Anything Mistress wants to do, Sir," Kelly replied like a soldier in a line-up. 

I knew that Kelly hadn't gotten off earlier, with the rest of us, and speculated that she was in need of release. Judging from her body language when I added a little thumb pressure over her clit, I guessed that if I continued toying with her I could make her cum rather easily. But, I decided that since Paul had given her to Tiffany for the weekend, I'd let her decide. 

"I bet you'd like to cum, wouldn't you slave?" I tempted.

"Yes, Sir," she replied with a nod. 

"Maybe you should ask permission," I said. 

"May I cum, Sir?" Kelly quickly requested. 

"You belong to Tiffany this weekend," I replied, "I think you need to ask her. But do it loudly, so she can hear you." 

"May I cum, Mistress?" Kelly requested, loud enough that at least thirty people overheard. 

"NO!" Tiffany barked, adding a more subtle explanation. "You will not be allowed to cum tonight. But if you please me tomorrow, I promise you will have an orgasm you won't soon forget." Then she told me, "Don't make her cum, Babe. Just let her sit down and think about it."

I pulled my fingers from the poor woman's soppy snatch and she let out a disparaged sigh. She stood there for a moment with a longing look on her face and then returned to her seat. As she sat down, I looked at Paul to see his reaction to this little scene. He was smiling widely in apparent contentedness of the treatment his wife was getting. 

I picked up a napkin to wipe Kelly's womanly fluid from my fingers, but Tiffany stopped me. "Let her clean you up," she suggested. So, I presented my well-coated fingers to Kelly and she lovingly took my hand in hers. She slowly licked and sucked each of the two digits until they were completely free of her own nectar, then she dried them with her napkin. 

While she was performing this duty, Tiffany made Paul promise not to get his wife off overnight. He agreed to her plan, but asked what he was supposed to do if he decided he needed a little more relief tonight. "Oh, don't worry," she touted, "The other three of us can have as much fun as we want."

"Speaking of fun," Paul began, "Would you like to go get a private room and have some fun with our pet? Or are you ready to head for home?"

"A room does sound inviting, but that was a long flight this afternoon," Tiffany answered. "I think I'm ready to get back to the house and get some rest."

"Yeah, me too. I'm pretty worn out," I seconded. 

Paul motioned for our server and requested the check. While we were waiting for it to arrive, he leaned over and whispered something to Tiffany. She grinned with a devious look and I suspected that he was feeding her ideas for our Kelly. He started to move away, but then leaned close to her again. As he spoke to her, Tiffany's head nodded and she nearly broke out in laughter. I could only imagine the perils that she was plotting for the sub. 

The tailed woman brought a small silver tray to the table that held our bill. Paul signed it and the woman picked up the tray, then smiled and said, "Happy bondings and enjoy your evening." She turned and strode away, her long tail flipping from side to side. Even if it wasn't bondage related, I thought the tail would be a cool accessory to see any woman walk around with. 

We left the table, Tiffany picking up Kelly's leash again, and Paul led us out of the 'playground'. Traversing a couple more of the elegant corridors, we rounded a corner and entered another area resembling a lobby. "Let's go out the back," he called over his shoulder.

I was beginning to wonder about Kelly's clothing, which we had left in the theater booth. I assumed that we would return there so she could get dressed. But it was obvious that we were nowhere near that part of the building. I started to ask him about it, but before I could, Tiffany began speaking.

"Paul tells me that your clothing has been gathered by the staff and you can pick it up any time," she began. "Which means that you will be riding home as you are, my pet," she told Kelly. 

"But Mistress, I..." Kelly began to stammer in protest, but Tiffany quickly cut her short. 

"Hush up or you'll find yourself walking home naked," she threatened. "Besides, if you get dressed, how will I be able to do this in the car?" the blonde posed, slipping her hand between the slave's thighs. And from the look of surprise on Kelly's face, I would say my baby had also dipped a finger into the submissive's hole. 

Kelly stood there for a moment with that astonished look, then meekly said, "I'm sorry Mistress. It's just that I've never had to do that before, and I'm afraid..."

She paused and Tiffany quizzed her, "Afraid of what, being seen?" Then Tiff went on, "Well, you might be. In fact, I hope you are. I'd be proud to have people know you're my pet."

"Really, Mistress?" Kelly beamed.

"Yes, you have a beautiful body..." she volleyed as she withdrew her hand from Kelly's crotch. She sucked one of her fingers into her mouth, removing it to finish her statement, "And you taste good too, my dear."

"Thank you, Mistress," Kelly replied contentedly. 

"Come on, the car's here," Paul told us, and we headed for the door. 

Kelly unabashedly bounced out the door and walked to the car in all of her naked splendor. Reaching the auto, she opened the rear door closest to her and motioned for Tiffany to get in. As my sweetheart took her seat, she informed Kelly that she needed to go around and open my door as well. I think she was just trying to parade her around as much as she could. But Kelly didn't hesitate and rounded the car to usher me inside. 

Once we were all in the car, Tiffany remarked, "I wish we had a towel or something so our little slave girl doesn't leave a stain on your seat from her wet little pussy." 

Quickly, Paul exited and went to the trunk. He returned with a small blanket and handed it over the seat to Tiffany. "Here, this should do the trick," he told her, then reseated himself behind the wheel. He waited for the females to get themselves situated and then drove away. 

As we made our way back to their house, I noticed Paul smiling as he looked in the mirror. I turned to see what was so entertaining and found Tiffany fingering Kelly and sucking on her studded nipples. "So how long has Kelly had the piercings?" I questioned. 

"Oh, about seven or eight months now," the driver replied. "It's kind of a funny story. Those pierced nips are how we ended up at that club."

"Really? How so?" I asked.

Paul launched into an explanation, "She decided she wanted to get it done, and of course I was all for it. We went to an upscale tattoo shop that did piercing, and this cute little Goth chick waited on us. Kelly and I both thought she was hot, and decided to see if we could hook up with her. As it turned out, she was a dominatrix, and a member of the club."

After stopping at a stop sign, checking for cross traffic and then moving on, he also moved on with his story. "Ever since our vacation with you guys, we had been playing with B&D a little more. Yvonne, the Goth chick, helped us really develop it. After a couple of months, she sponsored us into the club." 

"Do you guys still see her?" I wanted to know.

"Not so much anymore. It's been well over a month now," he said, then smiled and added "I guess we've kind of outgrown her."

"Ohhh, Mistress. That feels so good," Kelly moaned, drawing my attention to the back seat again. Tiffany was still plunging a pair of fingers in and out of the nude Kelly, but now she was biting the swell of one of the woman's breasts. "Ohh, god, that hurts, Mistress," she whined. And when Tiffany lifted her head, the teeth marks were clearly evident on the sub's flesh, even in the darkened car. 

"I don't want to spoil the mood or anything," Paul called out, "But it looks like things are heating up, and I just wanted to let you know that your slave has a 'safe word'."

"Safe word?" I queried.

"Yeah. Remember what Master Wolfe said about etiquette and pain?" he wondered.

"Yes. I remember," I nodded. 

"Kelly can take quite a bit, and will diligently try to accept whatever you give her. She might whine, complain, or even cry out, but not want you to stop what you're doing. So it can be difficult to know when you've gone too far. Thus, the 'safe word'. If, at any time, she says 'white bread', you've gone beyond what she can handle and need to stop," Paul explained. 

"Have you ever made her use it?" Tiffany asked.

"No, I haven't, but Yvonne did a couple of times," he answered. "But both times, our little trooper wanted to keep playing after a few minutes, though."

"You're such a good little slave. Aren't you my pet?" Tiffany doted, brushing her hand down the side of Kelly's face. 

"Yes, Mistress," Kelly smugly replied.

"Let's see how good you want to be," Tiffany sadistically announced. "Pull over in that lot, Paul."

Paul wheeled the car into a nearly empty parking lot and Tiffany directed him to a parking spot, "Right there will be fine." He stopped the car and we were looking out onto the street from which we'd come. Tiffany commanded Kelly to get out and, hesitantly, the sub opened the door and exited the vehicle, Tiffany right behind her. Paul and I both got out, I'm certain with him wondering, as I was, what the little dom had in mind. 

"Come on!" Tiffany growled, pulling at Kelly's leash. "Come up here and put your hands on the hood of the car," she demanded. "Now spread your feet... Wider... That's good." When she finished, Kelly's bare ass was pointed directly at the street, only a few feet away, in a semi spread-eagle stance.

"But Mistress..." Kelly complained, "What if someone comes by?"

"Hush up, you bad girl. That was a very naughty thing you did; letting me stick my fingers in you like that." Tiffany was really getting into character now. "You will be punished now."

"But Mistress, I thought that's what you wanted," the slave whined.

"But you were enjoying it too much, you little slut," Tiffany chastised.

"Mistress, please... Someone's gonna see," Kelly pleaded.

"Shut up! You will stand there until I say differently. Do you understand me?" Tiff grumbled like a displeased mother. 

"Yes, Mistress," came the sheepish reply. 

Tiffany walked over to me and began to fumble with my belt buckle. At first I thought she was trying to get in my pants, but then I realized she was only trying to get my belt off. Once she had it free of the loops, she doubled it over and turned back toward her victim. I think curiosity had simply gotten the better of her and she wanted to test the water, to get a better idea of how far she could push Kelly. 

"I am going to spank you with this belt, slave," she menaced. "Count the blows out loud."

"Please, Mistr..." Kelly started to beg for mercy again, but the first delivery was already on its way. The belt landed squarely on Kelly's full buttocks with a loud slap. "Owww.... One," she called out. Another quick flip of Tiff's arm and, "Ohhh... Two."

"Louder, bitch," Tiffany griped as she swung her arm a third time. 

'SMACK' The belt landed again and Kelly increased her volume, "Three." Again she tried to beg for sympathy but was interrupted by the belt, "Please Mistress. I... 'SMACK' Oww-ohhh... Fouruhh." 

Two more whacks were brought down on Kelly's reddening ass and you could see her legs start trembling. Her voice was becoming more shrill with each slap of the leather. The seventh blow caused her knees to buckle slightly, but she regained her stance and called out, "Sssevuhhn."

My heart was pounding and my boner had returned, in full force. But the funny thing was, I didn't know which one I wanted to fuck more, Tiff or Kelly. I was totally turned on by the way my girl was handling her 'pet', but at the same time I wanted to feel the heat from Kelly's ass against my stomach as I fucked her from behind. It was a hell of a quandary, and one that would have to wait. 

Just as Tiffany brought the belt crashing down on Kelly's butt again, a car turned the corner and drove right past us. "Uhhh-OWW... Mistress, please," Kelly pleaded. The car slowed at the next corner and turned left. 

"How many was that, slave?" Tiffany questioned unforgivingly.

"Looks like they're coming around for another look," Paul observed. 

"Oh God, Mistress, Pleassse. They're coming back," the sub whined.

"How many, slut?" Tiffany growled again. 

"EIGHT, MISTRESS, EIGHT!" Kelly bellowed, almost crying. 

"That's better, you can turn around now," Tiffany told her.

Just as she started to rotate her body, the car indeed did come around the corner again. It slowed to a crawl on the street, and then stopped directly in front of us. Kelly quickly halted her turn and flashed her back to the street again. As they stuck their heads out the windows, I could tell that the spectators were nothing more than a bunch of drunken college boys, and meant us no harm. 

"Woo-hooo!" one of them yelled, "Let's see the rest of her!" 

"Turn around slave," Tiffany calmly ordered.

"Please, no Mistress," Kelly begged.

"Turn around and show them your tits and pussy, or I'll invite them to come over here and spank you some more," Tiffany quietly seethed.

Hesitantly, Kelly turned her body until she was giving the rowdy carload a full view of her front side. The young men hooted and hollered their approval, while Kelly just hung her head, thoroughly humiliated.

After ogling the poor sub for a minute or two, shouting various crude remarks, the driver gunned the gas and they disappeared. 

"I think we ought to be moving along," Paul remarked after the other car was out of sight. 

"Yeah, I agree," Tiffany replied, "Either get me home or fuck me right here."

Apparently the thrill of dominating Kelly was having profound effects on my girl. Of course, she never had been as bashful about public exposure as most people, at least not since I'd met her. But having sex in an empty parking lot at midnight in Chicago is probably not the best idea. So, I too, agreed that it was time to leave. 

Before we got back in the vehicle, Tiffany shoved her hand in Kelly's cunt once again. A few seconds later, she pulled it away, commenting, "Damn... That really got her flowing." And then to further humiliate the woman, she pulled on her leash, asking, "You really liked that, didn't you slut?" 

Kelly shook her head 'no', but didn't say a word. Tiffany jerked the leash rather hard and demanded, "Tell the truth right now or we'll do it all over again!"

"Yes Mistress, I did enjoy it," Kelly mumbled. 

Tiffany led her to the car and within a minute or two we were back on the road. About ten minutes later, we pulled into Paul and Kelly's driveway. As we started to get out, I noticed that one of their neighbors was conducting a party in his back yard, which was still going strong. There was no way that Kelly was going to make it to the door without being seen. I had to wonder what Tiffany was going to do. 

I decided that I didn't want to cause problems for our hosts, and started to tell Tiffany that we couldn't jeopardize their home's security. When I turned to convey my concerns, Tiff was already draping the blanket over Kelly's shoulders, pulling it around her. "If anyone asks, just say that she became ill and vomited on her clothes," the intuitive little blonde smiled. 

We quickly exited the car and headed for the house. Tiffany walked with one arm around Kelly, her other hand still holding the leash, but camouflaged by the blanket. As fate would have it, Paul's neighbor did notice us. Wandering over, he drunkenly questioned if everything was okay. Paul gave him the vomit story and the guy bought it, hook, line, and sinker. Once safely inside, the three of us broke into laughter and I even noticed a wide smile creep across Kelly's face. 

Tiffany gave the blanket a flip, letting it fall to the floor. Kelly's plump backside was still streaked red from the belting she'd received. My girl embraced her, mashing her lips to the brunette's. They kissed passionately for a few moments while Mistress Tiffany let her hands slide lower and lower, over the full roundness of her slave's bottom. 

Ending the kiss, Tiff stepped back and drew her sun dress up and over her head, revealing her tight, young nakedness to us again. Then, she moved forward and the pair wrapped their arms around each other, bringing their bodies together. Two pairs of lips and boobs pressed to one another, their tongues chasing back and forth in an extremely hot exhibition of pure lust. 

Paul and I watched the pair for a moment and then looked at each other, both of us with a 'what the hell are we waiting for?' expression. We began to peel out of our clothes and soon joined the females in the freedom of our birthday suits. By the time we finished, the two women had broken their kiss and were peering into each other's eyes.

"You've been a very good girl this evening," Tiffany began, then asked again, "Did you enjoy having your ass spanked out in public?" 

Sheepishly, Kelly replied, "Yes Ma'am, it felt wonderful." And then after a brief pause, she spoke again, "Mistress..."

"What is it my pet?" Tiffany returned.

"May I go to the bathroom?" she requested, "I really need to pee." 

I don't think it was until then that I understood just how submissive Kelly had become. It's funny how the simplest of things often bring us the greatest of realizations. I mean, Kelly had submitted to some strange, and painful things that evening, but that was all part of the 'game'. For her to ask permission to use her own bathroom; that was a telling signal that she was totally committed to her role of servitude. 

"How bad do you need to go?" Tiffany taunted the woman. 

"Very bad, Mistress," came the reply.

"Well, I don't know...." my little sadist mused, taking a step back to run her hand down the sub's abdomen. "Do you really have to go?" she questioned, pressing inward just above Kelly's pubic mound. 

"Uhhh... Oh-God.. Huhhh... Yes, Mistress," Kelly moaned under the torment, her face turning to a deep grimace as she struggled to answer. 

"Maybe I should make you piss yourself so we can watch," the Mistress teased.

"Uhhh... Ple-e-ease Mistress," the sub whined, beginning to dance around in an effort to contain her urine.

"Well, I guess I wouldn't want you to make a mess on Paul's carpet, so go on," Tiffany relented.

Kelly bolted from the room and Tiffany turned her attention to Paul and me. Stepping between us, she grabbed a pecker in each hand and started slowly stroking us. She giggled and said, "I hope she hurries, I gotta go too." 




Chicago Bound Ch. 02



After Kelly returned and the rest of had made trips to the head, Tiffany settled onto the couch between Paul and me. She ordered Kelly to eat her pussy while getting Paul and me hard with her hands. When we were sufficiently erect, we made a sandwich out of my sweetheart, with me in her ass and Paul skewering her pussy. 

Kelly had been ordered to simply sit and watch the hot and raunchy sex, without any involvement. True to her earlier command, Tiffany was not going to let the poor wench get off. On the complete opposite, Tiffany herself, was a grunting, moaning, thrashing ball of pure lust, with the two us men sawing in and out of her hot little body. 

As for Paul and me; our sexual energies were so pent up that neither of us lasted very long. After only about ten minutes, Paul announced that he was cumming, driving his turgid pecker deep into my girl's cunt. After he finished creating his creampie, he pulled out and tumbled to the floor beside us. 

The pulsing of his member as he shot off in Tiffany's box elevated me to my own groaning crescendo. "God, Baby... Uhhh... Here it comes," I moaned into the blonde's ear. When she heard my call, she swiftly pulled her tight asshole off of me, letting my cum squirt up and land on her hairless mound. I was a little curious about her actions because I couldn't remember the last time I'd blew a load that wasn't inside her, somewhere. 

When I had nearly finished expelling my jism, Tiffany grabbed my pole and coaxed the last of the goo out. Then she moved off of my body and wedged herself between me and Paul. "Clean me up, slut!" she barked at Kelly, and I understood why she'd pulled off. She wanted to exert one last humiliation before the night was through. 

Kelly didn't hesitate, and if the truth were known, probably relished the idea of eating our cum from Tiffany's body. She began lapping at my milky man-juice as it ran down Tiffany's pussy lips, then delved into her opening to get at Paul's deposit of spunk. The sub worked at Tiff's crotch like she was starved, sucking and slurping for all she was worth. 

Tiffany began to moan and squirm under Kelly's devouring tongue, so I motioned to Paul that we should attend to her tits. Each of us descended on one of her mammary mounds, kneading it and sucking on the nipple. We rapidly escalated the strength and scope of our work on her breasts. Nibbles became soft, but firm, bites, and gentle touches transformed into mauling gropes. 

It only took a few minutes of the three of us working as a team to bring Tiffany to a thunderous orgasm. Her petite frame lurched upward and she cried out in a blissful torrent of passionate obscenities. Her body shuddered under our ministrations until she could stand no more. She pushed Paul and I away from her chest and then barked a command for Kelly to cease what she was doing. 

After we all moved away from her, Tiffany just lay there for a few minutes, eyes closed and panting. When she caught her breath, she finally let her dominant status fade just a little, commenting, "Wow. This has been a wild evening, and you guys are terrific." 

She opened her eyes and smiled at us, motioning for Kelly to lower her body on top of her own. She wrapped her arms around the brunette, kissing her passionately again. I'm quite sure that she could taste me and Paul's combined cream on the lips and tongue of the woman, and seemed eager to do so. When she broke the kiss, Tiff sincerely told Kelly, "I'm sorry you didn't get to cum, my pet..." And after a short pause, she added, "But you will be glad tomorrow night." 

~~ TO BE CONTINUED