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Dinner with Laura

By: Explorer222



It was supposed to be a quiet dinner where we could talk and get to know each other. We had set it up that way because it was our first meeting and neither of us wanted to commit to anything ahead of time. However, I was determined to press ahead if the signals were right.

The restaurant was almost empty and I indicated to the hostess that I wanted the table in the back corner. All the tables had crisp white table cloths, but this particular one had an oversized cloth that reached almost to the floor. I noticed this right away and thought it might prove to be useful.

I knew from our correspondence that you were 45 years old and recently divorced. Your two children had long since left home and made lives of their own. It was time for you to live life for yourself, which meant letting go of old inhibitions and rules and living some of your sexual fantasies, especially those that involved submission. No man had ever recognized that part of you, or if he had, he had been afraid to go there. You wanted to explore this side of yourself, but like me do it in a way that would not interfere with your normal life or other relationships. 

I am 55 years old and have had some experience with women like you. The internet has opened up a new world of relationships. You can engage someone with a low key email and over time get to know them better than their closest real world friends. They feel safe behind their secret name and email address and want to correspond with someone who is empathetic and shares their fantasies. 

I am the same way. It is a relief to find that there are women out there who want what I have to give. I like to stimulate them with the written word until they hunger to try the real thing. Then I arrange to meet them and push them to become my submissive. Some might call it manipulative, but I don't see it that way. We are all free to choose what we want to experience in life. I am careful to protect the woman's privacy and my own.

From the scores of emails I had exchanged with you I knew what you wanted. You had put up with a pure vanilla life long enough. I sensed that you trusted me and needed me to take charge of you at our first meeting, which is what I intended to do. You were gutsy and you were ready. 

We sat down and I ordered a bottle of good wine with some chips and salsa, telling our waiter that we would wait a while before ordering our dinner.

"No problem," he said. He was a good-looking young man who seemed anxious to please. "Just signal me when you are ready."

He was trying but failing to keep his eyes from staring at your breasts in the tight, low cut top that hugged your figure. I understood because I was having the same problem. Eventually he turned and left us to go get the wine.

"Laura, you are a naughty girl for wearing a top like that," I said. "Our waiter is undoubtedly going to screw up our order."

You smiled coyly and spoke in that sweet Southern draw. "Whatever are you talking about? I came straight here from work. This is way all healthy women dress in Texas. Besides this is what you told me to wear. Remember?" 

I laughed. "I said a low cut top, short skirt, stockings, and heels. I didn't say the top should be skin tight."

"You want me to take it off?"

I knew then that we were going to get along fine. You were brazen, cute, and sexy as hell. It was going to be a struggle to keep my hands off of you.

Before I could think of an answer our waiter was back with the wine and our appetizers. He put the basket down and began to work his cork screw into the bottle, while at the same time stealing glances at your chest. You were relishing the effect your tits were having on him and teased him some more.

"You do that so well," you purred. "I'll bet you have screwed the corks out of lots of bottles."

"Yes ma-am," he stammered, twisting the tool furiously.

I sat back and enjoyed the show. From all our correspondence I knew that you were a free spirit who liked to have fun with sex, but I had not expected this much action so soon. I half expected you to reach out and squeeze the bulge in the young man's pants.

You picked up a chip and licked your lips. "I hope these chips are good and firm. I hate dipping limp chips into my salsa, don't you?"

"There's nothing worse," I agreed, laughing.

A chip dripping with salsa found its way into your mouth. "Oh my, this is good -- a crisp hard chip and a smooth hot salsa." Somehow you managed to leave a little dab of salsa on your lower lip.

The waiter looked at you like he wanted to say something but didn't know what. Instead he took a deep breath and jerked the cork out of the bottle. We both looked at him and smiled as he poured a small amount into my glass. I took the approval sip and nodded to him that it was okay. 

He extended the bottle to fill your glass and you turned toward him while holding your glass in such a way that he had to lean over the table in order to reach it. The result was that he was looking almost straight down into your cleavage. At the same time you wiggled your shoulders just enough to make all that exposed flesh ripple like vanilla custard during an earthquake.

Had I not grabbed his arm he would have poured wine all over the table. He was looking no where near your glass as he tipped the bottle.

"Why don't you just leave the bottle," I said, laughing. "We can pour our own. You'd better go see to your other customers while you can still walk."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," he said, backing away as fast as he could.

You grinned at me and licked the salsa away from your lip. "That was fun."

"It was indeed. You really did a job on him."

"That's the kind of thing I want the freedom to enjoy in life. I know I have what it takes to excite men and it makes me feel good doing it. The men enjoy it too, so why not? The only problem is that society then brands you a slut and ostracizes you."

"It's because you are a threat to ordinary women. They can't let you take their men away."

"Yea, I know. I guess I just have to hide my true nature except when I am with special like-minded people."

"And here we are," I said.

For half an hour we enjoyed the wine and a frank discussion of the same issues we had explored together on the internet. Having you there in person and seeing the fire in your eyes as you talked about your kinky fantasies was generating butterflies in my stomach. Several times you let crumbs from the chips drop onto your chest and I had to flick them away with my finger tips. Whenever that happened you pulled your shoulders back and made it clear that I was free to do whatever I wanted.

At one point a chip that had been dipped in the salsa landed squarely on your nipple. The hard little point was sticking out so far that the chip was hung up like a piece of pasta on a fork.

"Oh my," I said. "That salsa is going to stain your blouse unless I clean it off right away. Now hold still."

Carefully I grabbed the chip between by thumb and index finger and dropped it on the table. A little piece was left, which gave me an excuse to return to your nipple and pick at it. You sucked in your breath as I moved my fingers around, giving your nipple little pinches. At this point the remaining chip pieces were little crumbs on your blouse, which I had to scrape off with my finger nail. Your eyes opened wide and I thought you were going to levitate out of your chair.

"Steady now," I said. "We have gotten rid of the chip, but the sauce has left a stain that's going to take water and some rubbing to get out."

I dipped a corner of my napkin in my water glass and began to dab the spot on your blouse. You began taking deep breaths and making little noises in your throat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the waiter standing by the kitchen door looking at us.

"We're ready to order now," I called to him, as I added more water to the napkin and continued to soak your nipple through your shirt. The wet fabric was now clinging to every jutting curve.

The waiter came over with his order pad. His eyes were big.

"Help me a minute, would you?" I asked. "My friend has a stain on her blouse that needs rubbing to get out. I will stretch the fabric tight and you rub the red spot with the wet napkin. Can you do that?"

Something came out of his mouth that sounded like "glubbbbrrrrr". He dropped the order pad on the table and accepted the wet napkin that I handed to him.

"Lean forward, my dear," I said to you. "And pull your arms back so we can stretch the fabric tight and the waiter can work the napkin into the weave where the stain is."

You had started this little game by teasing the poor waiter, and now you were going to pay the price, or get the reward, depending on how you looked at it. Judging from your shining eyes I think it was going to be a reward. You relished the idea of this young man's fingers rubbing your stiff nipple. 

I pulled the fabric tight against you so that your breasts made twin little circus tents. The red stain was the flag on a pole at the peak of one of the tents. Our waiter held the napkin with his index finger pushing out the wet corner. He leaned over and positioned his finger right over the stain, and then as if he suddenly realized he would be touching your nipple, he stopped and looked at me.

"Go ahead," I said. "Rub it hard. You can see she won't mind."

"Okaaay....."

His finger made contact with you and he began a gentle back and forth motion. You gasped and gripped the edge of the table.

"Harder," I said. "And use more water."

I put my water glass where he could reach it to dip the napkin. This time he soaked it and returned it to your breast dripping. He was breathing hard, oblivious to where he was. Fortunately his body blocked the view from any of the other tables. Then, giving up any pretense of getting out the stain, he pinched your engorged nipple in the wet napkin. His hard cock was inches from your hand, too tempting for you to resist.

"It's so nice of you to do this for me," you whispered to him, your sexual arousal clear in the tone of your voice. If you were faking it you were doing a great job. Sighing as if you couldn't help yourself, your hand closed on the long hard bulge in the front of his pants.

"Ahhhhh...."

I let you two massage each other for half a minute and then called a halt. "That's enough. The stain is gone. We want to order our main course now."

You responded immediately to the sternness in my voice. The bulge was given a final squeeze and the napkin pushed away. It took the waiter a good ten seconds to recover enough to pick up the order pad. The front of his pants was wet.

"We will both have the baked salmon," I said. "And bring another bottle of the same wine. By the way, what's your name?"

"Tom," he breathed. "You two are really something. I hope no one saw that."

"Don't worry," I said. "Nobody saw anything. Now go put our order in."

Tom backed away and I turned to you. "How do you feel?"

"How do you think? My nipple is tingling and I'm hot as hell. When you asked the waiter to help you clean my blouse I thought I was going to wet my pants. You are not wasting any time putting me to the test."

"Why should I? We've been talking about this kind of thing for a long time. I know what you like."

"But in a public place like this?"

"I was careful to be discrete. If people are curious and want to go out of their way to watch, that's up to them. Besides you know it turns you on."

"God yes."

Your facial expression told me that you were ready for more. I put my hand under the table and onto your bare knee. The short skirt you were wearing made it easy for me to slide my hand up over your stockings and find the flesh of your thigh. My finger nails were scrapping lightly on your panties over your pussy when the waiter returned with another bottle of wine.

"Thank you, Tom," I said. "Please open it and refill our glasses. Laura, keep your hands to yourself this time."

Your face got red at my reference to your grabbing Tom's cock. Then you recovered and gave it right back to me. 

"Don't worry," you said. "I wouldn't want Tom to spill wine on your pants that we would have to clean off."

You winked at Tom and stuck out your tongue to me. I absolutely loved it. You were really fun to play with. As for Tom, his hands were shaking as he worked on the cork, and the bulge was growing again in his pants.

"My, you are naughty," I laughed. My fingers were still resting on your pussy under the table, and at that point I dipped my shoulder and slid two fingers under the edge of your loose boy panties and onto your spongy wetness.

"Ahhh......" Your back straightened and your eyes got wide. It was obvious to Tom from the motion of my arm and your reaction something had happened under the table. I looked at him and matched his twisting of the cork screw with my twisting of my wrist. When he paused, I paused. He could tell what I was doing by the movement of my arm. He took a long time getting the opener fully imbedded in the cork.

At that point he just froze, not wanting to extract the cork and end the show. I froze too, except for the tip of one finger, which was searching for your hard little nub. You seemed to be holding your breath.

"Ummphhh...... ohhhhhh...." My finger had found the right spot.

"Godddd.....", he exclaimed as he jerked the cork out of the bottle.

I picked up the bottle with my free hand and filled your glass. "Here drink some more wine. It will calm you." 

"Ummm.... . There's no way I am going to be calm with your fingers doing what they are. But I would like some more...'

You drank half the glass in one gulp, all the while twisting your hips slowly against my hand. I looked at Tom and indicated with my eyes that he was to leave us. He took a step back and headed slowly toward the kitchen.

It was then that I noticed that the hostess was looking at us. She was well-dressed and attractive. I figured she might even be the owner. When I caught her eye she turned and followed Tom into the kitchen.

"You are making a spectacle of yourself Laura. You are going to have to get under the table. Slide down now while no one is watching. From this moment you will do exactly as I say."

This was something you clearly had not expected, but at this point you were game for anything. "Yes, sir," you said, and down you went, letting the table cloth flap down so you were completely covered.

"Open my pants but don't touch me with your hands or lips. I want to feel only your tongue."

"Yes sir," came your muffled voice from under the table.

Undoubtedly you were surprised when you pulled down my zipper and discovered bare flesh. In optimistic anticipation of our meeting I had omitted wearing any underware. My linen slacks had been deliciously rubbing against me all evening.

"You will have to undo my belt in order to do your job," I said, as if you were sitting beside me at the table. "I want you to lick my balls as well as my cock."

Slowly you released my belt and pealed back my pants. I raised my hips so you could slide them down part way over my ass and expose my genitals. Your hot breath caressed me and I pictured your head moving around studying me from different angles. I was very hard and erect, proud of my power over you and how my cock was responding.

The first touch of your wet tongue sent a chill up my spine. "Niceeee.....," I murmured.

"You like that, uh? How about this......" Your tongue started at the base of my cock and licked slowly upward, finally reaching the tip and swirling around it. It was exquisite torture.

"Now my balls," I ordered.

"Yes sir. They're a little difficult to reach, but I'll do my best. If I carefully put my head just so ...."

I felt your hair on my thighs as you wiggled down to be able to bring your mouth up between my legs. Then the flat of your tongue was lapping my balls like a kid licking all around an ice cream cone to keep it from melting. God that felt good.

At that point I just leaned back in my chair and pushed my hips forward to let you do what you wanted. That soft, hard, cool, hot, wet tongue moved up and down my cock and around and under and over my balls until I thought I was going to explode. Precum was leaking from me and you were eagerly lapping it up. You even licked up under my shirt and darted your tongue in and out of my naval. It was fucking fantastic.

As you shifted your body to get better access my foot ended up between your thighs in a very fortuitous position. I found that I if I raised the toe of my shoe and it would fit right between your legs and against your pussy. The tip was tapered and provided the perfect hard surface for you to rub against and receive some measure of the pleasure you were giving me.

For a long minute you kept licking and rubbing and making little moaning noises. "Ohhh.... soo goooood...... .godddddd......" 

Then, not satisfied with just the tip of my shoe, you pulled the shoe off and my sock with it. My bare toes were then available for you to slide under the leg of your boy shorts against your pussy. I obliged by wiggling my toes in a way that was guaranteed to stimulate all your right places.

This was too much for you. I don't think you knew where you were or what you were doing. Contrary to my instructions you wrapped your hand around my cock and thrust it into your mouth. Three times you took me deep into your throat, and on the last time I erupted. You swallowed and sucked and swallowed some more, still squirming your pussy against my toes.

"Bad girl," I muttered when I finally started breathing again. And just at that moment our waiter arrived with our dinners.

I sat looking like a little boy who had been caught with his pants down, which I was. In the meantime the waiter, not seeing you at the table, was confused.

"Perhaps I should take the dinners back until your friend returns," he said.

"No need," I smiled. "She's right here."

I lifted the corner of the table cloth. You were sitting with my foot buried between your extended legs and white cream on your lips and chin. When you saw us you smiled sheepishly. "Can I come out now sir?"

"My god," said Tom the waiter. "Where can I find a woman like that?"

I laughed. "They're out there. And when you find one you have to treat her right."

Tom put down the plates and left us. I saw that the hostess had been watching the whole thing. "You can come up now," I said. "You don't want your dinner to get cold. But don't wipe your face."

I managed to pull up and buckle my pants and help you get back into your chair without bumping your head on the table. You obeyed and did nothing to clean my cum from your lips and chin. I loved the way you looked, but I took the wet napkin we had used on your blouse and gently wiped you clean.

"You have the potential to be a good sub," I said. "But you screwed up badly when you sucked me off and climaxed without permission. There will be consequences."

"I know. I couldn't help it. Your big toe touched my clit and I went crazy. When I took your cock in my mouth my feminine core began to spasm out of control. My inner muscles were contracting and releasing with the movements and suction of my mouth. In my minds eye I was not sucking you, but you were fucking me as I sat in your lap with both of your hands groping my ass making me bounce up and down in front of everyone in the restaurant."

"Wow. You are incredible. Eat your dinner now. I think our waiter has told the manager of the restaurant about us, and she will probably be coming to talk to us. It could get interesting."

We ate our dinners in silence, occasionally looking at each other and smiling. The unspoken communication was that we were letting our bodies recover and our hormones build up for the next adventure. The evening was young and we were excited to explore each other.


Dinner with Laura



Just as we finished the last of the other diners left the restaurant. The hostess saw them out and then looked back at us. With a smile she walked over and locked the door, at the same time turning out the front lights.

"Here we go," I said to you.

Tom went to the bar and got a bottle of liquor and some glasses. Then they both approached our table.

"Mind if we join you?" the woman asked. "We want to offer you a special after dinner drink on the house."

The woman looked to be in her mid forties, slender, and quite attractive. She was dressed conservatively in a high-necked dress with a tight top and flowing long skirt. The dress subtly highlighted a sizable pair of firm breasts, and together with her high heels accentuated her hips and ass. Her dark hair was piled on the top of her head and looked like it would reach to her waist if the large silver clasp were removed.

"Please do," I said, and they sat down.

"My name is Elizabeth and I am the owner of this establishment." Her green eyes sparkled and she seemed to be amused by us. She ignored Tom as she studied our faces. He poured our drinks with a shaky hand.

"Tom here has told me about your little escapades. You have gotten him quite excited. I would like to get to know you."

She was focused on you. The front of your shirt was still wet and her eyes kept glancing downward at the outline of you nipple. I swear I saw it grow just from the power of her gaze.

I wanted to make sure she understood that you belonged to me and that I would control what happened next. "We are delighted to meet you Elizabeth. The dinner was excellent, and we appreciate the free drink. Tom gave us excellent service, if he did seem to linger at times. My friend Laura can be quite distracting when I permit her to be so."

Elizabeth looked at me and smiled. "I see," she said. "Did you permit her to go under the table and suck your cock until she got all that nasty white cream on her face?"

This woman was wasting no time with small talk. My cock was growing with thoughts of the four of us having a little fun.

"Actually no," I responded. "She disobeyed me by making me cum like that. I am going to have to punish her for it. She is still being trained you see."

"Really? Perhaps I can help you. I live in an apartment behind the restaurant. We could take her there and teach her a lesson."

You looked at me as a shudder went through your body. I don't think you expected so much action at our quiet little dinner, in spite of your brazen treatment of the waiter. . However you were ready for just the kinds of things I was making you do, and with the wine and the force of my personality you were being swept along, not seriously considering holding back.

"What about Tom?" I asked.

"Oh, Tom will do as he is told. He knows I am his boss. I don't pay him very much, so I like to give him extra benefits from time to time."

"Very good," I said as I pushed my chair back. 

"Shall we go?"

The four of us walked through the back of the restaurant to a door that was half hidden behind a plant. Elizabeth unlocked it and turned on some switches on the wall. Soft lights and Middle Eastern music greeted us as we entered Elizabeth's plushly decorated living room. There were two large comfortable-looking couches, six or eight chairs of various type, two upholstered ottomans, and a long, sturdy wooden coffee table. Elizabeth closed and locked the door, and then walked over to a tapestry that was hanging on one wall. Pulling a cord she drew the tapestry back like a curtain, revealing a section of wall on which were hung all kinds of BDSM toys—cuffs, chains, crops, whips, paddles, dildos, vibrators, and other exciting looking implements. I heard a little gasp from you as she took down a leather riding crop and a small, multi-thronged whip.

"You will find that I have all the necessary tools for punishing disobedient companions. Tom can attest to that, can't you Tom?"

"Yes ma-m, I surely can," he said smiling. "Would you like me to get the cuffs?"

I reached out and took the crop from Elizabeth. Before she realized what was happening I grabbed her arm and spun her around. With a quick swing I brought the crop sharply against her shapely ass.

WHAPP.

"I will be giving the orders here," I said. "Isn't that right Elizabeth?"

She turned and looked at me with surprise and fire in her eyes. It was the crucial moment. You and Tom were cringing off to the side, waiting to see the results of this contest of wills. Elizabeth took a deep breath but didn't say anything. She seemed to be assessing the situation and weighing her options. I was betting on her being a switch, who liked variety in her sex.

Experience has taught me that to dominate a situation you have to move swiftly and decisively. If you assert yourself with confidence with the right woman she will immediately assume a submissive role, especially when the air is thick with sexual tension.

"Stand up straight," I said sternly to Elizabeth. "Shoulders back."

She had straightened only slightly before I placed the tip of the crop against her left breast. Our eyes locked, and then she seemed to melt. Her head dropped and she pulled her shoulders back, offering her breasts to me and the crop. I had her. The little whip dangled from her hand.

I prodded her tits, moving the crop from one to the other, testing their firmness through her clothing. "Go get the cuffs, Tom." 

My priority for the night was to consummate my relation with you after all those months of correspondence and flirting. I wanted to push all your buttons and fulfill all your fantasies. The business under the table had been a good start. However, now I was confronted with two more people who wanted to play. Elizabeth I felt I could handle, and even make good use of, but I wasn't sure about Tom. Was he Elizabeth's sub? Or was he just a horny young man looking for whatever action he could get? For sure he was lusting after you.

I decided not to take a chance on having Tom challenge me. He was too big and fit for me to intimidate physically. So when he came back with a pair of Velcro wrist and ankle cuffs the first thing I determined to do was to use them on him.

"Laura, put these cuffs on Tom's wrists."

"Hey, wait a minute here," he exclaimed, pulling back.

You gave him a big smile. "Now come on Tom. You're going to like this. I promise you."

"I don't know...."

"Look Tom," I said. "Either play our little game and hold out your wrists, or leave."

He still looked doubtful, but when you snuggled up to him and licked his ear he caved. With a sigh he raised his arms and held them out for you to attach the cuffs. Each one had a sturdy silver ring and a clip so they could be linked together. You squeezed the Velcro tight on his wrists and stepped back.

"Good job, Laura," I said. "No man could resist you. Now sit him down in that chair and clip his hands together behind the back."

The chair was armless, straight backed, and made of heavy oak. No doubt it had been used before to secure victims in Elizabeth's play room. Tom didn't resist as you backed him into the seat. His eyes were focused on your bulging chest with its revealing wet spot. When you went behind the chair he put his arms back so you could do as I had ordered.

"Now his ankles," I said.

Kneeling in front of him you wrapped a cuff around each ankle. I retrieved two small chains from the wall and threw them to you. 

"Clip each ankle to a chair leg."

With that accomplished Tom was totally immobilized. I could now use him as a voyeur to heighten your excitement, or as a participant if I needed a second stiff cock. The tent in his pants was clear evidence of his arousal.

Meanwhile Elizabeth had been watching our treatment of Tom with great interest. "What do you think?" I asked her. "Has your waiter been a bad boy? Would you like to punish him?"

"He likes to be humiliated," said Elizabeth. "I do things like this to him all the time. But this is a first with another man involved. It's good you have him tied. He is very strong."

"In that case I think we should make him even more vulnerable," I said. "Laura, pull his pants down to his ankles."

"Whatever you say, sir," you responded.

We smiled at each other, acknowledging that we were both into the scene. I was pleased at the way you were taking the initiative, while at the same time being careful to follow my lead. You knelt and started to work on his belt buckle. He sucked in his breath. Elizabeth walked closer to get a better view.

"Now take it easy Tom," you said. "I'm not going to hurt you. Oh my, what is this big thing under here? I can hardly get your zipper down it's pushing up so hard. A little more....finally...there it goes."

The zipper opened and you pealed his pants back. His cock pushed up his red and blue boxers like a soldier raising a flag pole in a parade. You leaned down with your mouth and gave the tip a little nip through his shorts.

"Ahhhhh......"

"Now raise your hips like a good boy so I can slide your pants down."

With a little effort you got his pants down to his ankles. The thin material of his boxers was stretched tight trying to hold him in. His face was red and sweating. You really had him going

"I think that will do for now," I said. "Come here and help me prepare Elizabeth."

I took Elizabeth by her arms and turned her so that I could hold her from behind. By pushing her upper arms together I made her pointy breasts push out against her blouse. With my left arm and hand I managed to secure her arms, leaving my right hand free to explore her ass through her tight skirt.

"Unbutton her blouse. Let's see what she has in there. They seem small, but perky."

Elizabeth started to struggle as your fingers found her top button. "Hold still Elizabeth," I said forcefully. "Any resistance will be severely punished." My command was reinforced by a hard pinch on her ass. She sucked in her breath and froze in place.

"Yes indeed, these do appear to be perky," you observed sweetly as her bra covered tits came into view. "Very high and firm. I wonder what her nipples are like."

"Laura, you and I are going to have lots of fun together," I laughed. "You are exceeding my highest expectations."

"Thank you sir. Would you like me to remove her bra and see if I can raise her temperature a bit?" "Excellent idea. I notice she has one of those crops with feathers on the handle hanging on the wall. Let's use that on her."

Elizabeth's sexy cream-colored bra was held together in the front with two little metal hooks. You could have easily undid them, but instead you took a bra cup in each hand and savagely jerked them apart, breaking the hooks. Elizabeth got the message that you were not going to go easy on her.

"My those nipples are perky," you said, flicking at them with your finger nails. Over her shoulder I could see Elizabeth's long, hard points angling upward. Her areolas were large and seemed swollen, the very definition of puffy nipples. She was breathing heavily and shifting her weight from one foot to another.

Leaving her in anticipation you walked over to the wall and retrieved the feather-tipped crop. I held Elizabeth firmly, waiting to see how you were going to treat her.

"This bitch has interfered with our first evening together," you said ominously. "I don't like that. What do you have to say for yourself, Elizabeth?" 

As you spoke you were lightly brushing the feathers back and forth across her tits, making her nipples protrude even more.

"Ahhhh......please don't hurt me......I'll do what you want........"

In a blur of motion you reversed the crop in your hand and lashed the business end across her bare stomach.

"Whappppp...."

"Of course you will, my dear," you purred at her, now teasing the red line on her stomach with the feathers. "But first you must be taught a lesson."

You took a position to the side where you could bring the crop up under her breasts as well as across their fronts. With great precision you lined up the rod so that it touched both nipples, and then flicked it out and back, striking them both simultaneously. The result was a great wail from Elizabeth.

"OHHHHHH........."

The next blow came from underneath, quickly followed by another swap across her nipples.

"OHH GODDDDD...... Please no more.......... owwwwwww.."

She was sobbing and I thought she had had enough for the moment. "That will do for now, Laura," I said

"Don't be fooled," you said. "She loves it. Check her pussy and you'll see."

Keeping her arms locked behind her with one hand, I put my other hand down under her skirt and raised it. Her stockings ended half way up her thigh, allowing my hand to slide up her bare flesh to her bikini panties.

"Spread your legs, Elizabeth, or I will let Laura spank your tits again."

Her legs opened immediately. I pushed a finger under the edge of her panties and slid it around her leg and onto her pussy. Sure enough, it was sopping, so slippery that it seemed to such my finger inside. She moaned and pushed against me.

"Ohhhh......"

"My, my. You are right Laura. This is one hot bitch. We could spank her some more and make her cum, but it's your turn. After all you were the one who was supposed to be punished."

"Yes sir. I know I deserve it."

"You certainly do. Now help me get Elizabeth's clothes off so she can help me."

Together we stripped Elizabeth of her blouse and skirt. She looked incredibly sexy standing there in only her panties, stockings, and high heels. I glanced over at Tom and saw him squirming in the chair, trying to rub his cock against the fabric of his shorts.

"Poor Tom," I said. "Laura I think you should go over and use the feathers on his bare cock. Let's see how big and hard you can make it."

You grinned and approached Tom with the feather end of the crop extended. Using your left hand you grabbed the waist band of his boxers and pulled them up and over the throbbing pole. His rigid organ stood straight up from his groin, long and hard. Tom was indeed a virile young man.

With your right hand you moved the feathers lightly up and down his cock, rolling them over the ultra sensitive tip. He jerked and I saw precum begin dribbling out of him.

"Tom look what you're doing," you scolded. "You are getting Elizabeth's nice feathers all wet. I think you are the one who should be punished next."

"Oh no you don't," I laughed. "No diverting attention from yourself. Leave his spear waving in the air and come over here. That's right. Now give me the crop."

You stood meekly in front of me waiting for my next command. I took the crop and sat in one of the other armless wooden chairs. 

"Elizabeth, I want you to take off Laura's clothes. Do it slowly so Tom and I can enjoy the show. Laura put your hands behind your neck and keep them there."

Elizabeth seemed glad to switch and assume the dominant role. She grinned at you as she began working the little zipper on the side of your tight blouse.

"What nice big tits you have my dear," she teased. "Much bigger than mine, and an easy target." She looked at me. "Is it okay if I feel them."

"Of course," I said. "You will find that they are firm as well as big. I am anxious to see her nipples and compare them with yours."

Your shirt came off, quickly followed by your low cut bra. With your hands behind your head you thrust your C cup breasts forward for us all to admire. Your nipples were hard and even bigger than Elizabeth's. I couldn't wait to get my hands on you.

"Bring her here and bend her over," I said. With her hand in your hair, Elizabeth marched you over to my chair and forced you to bend down, letting your breasts swing free within easy reach of my hands. I cupped them and squeezed.

"Ohhh....."

"Hold her there. I want to give her a complete examination."

I hefted your breasts to gauge their weight. I rolled them in my palms and pushed them together, imagining how good they were going to feel when I tit fucked you. I pinched and pulled on your nipples to test your reaction, and I wasn't disappointed.

"Ahhh..... godddddd...... yesssss......"

"Now off with her skirt."

Elizabeth quickly unzipped your skirt and pulled in over your hips to let in drop on the floor. My blood was boiling at this point and I didn't want to wait any longer.

"Her panties, too," I ordered.

Down they came. Kneeling on the floor, Elizabeth lifted your feet one at a time and removed them completely. Now you were more naked than Elizabeth, although you both still had on your stockings and high heels, which I found very sexy. Your pussy was clean shaven and glistening, hungry for attention.

I stood up and pulled you against me. You rubbed your naked body against me and lifted your head, offering me your lips. I kissed you deeply, thrusting my tongue deep into you. You moaned and pushed back with your tongue, driving both our tongues into my mouth. We went back and forth like this, our passions making our hips squirm against each other.

Finally I broke free enough to issue an order to Elizabeth.

"Remove my pants and shorts. I am going to fuck this girl right now."

Elizabeth somehow managed to get my pants down and off in spite of my still holding and kissing you. My hands were roaming up and down your back and over your ass, kneading and probing. Before the night was over, I was determined to claim your ass as well as your pussy.

Finally I was naked below the waist and ready. I sat back down in the chair and pulled you onto my lap. My cock found its way into you almost immediately. You were out of control and screaming.

"Ohhhhhh.... yesssss......... fuck me..... fuck me...... harder...... deeper.........."

I had dropped the crop on the floor, and now Elizabeth picked it up. Whenever your ass rose up and made a target, she swatted it hard with the crop. It drove you to ride me faster and harder, and I loved it.

"Good girl, Elizabeth," I groaned. "Give it to her. She deserves to be punished."

"Some punishment," laughed Elizabeth, but she kept it up. I watched her little tits bob up and down as she whipped you, and it drove me crazy with lust. When you cried out with your second orgasm I gave up trying to hold back and erupted into you. 

"Yessssssss...... yesssss......... god yes........." We were both ecstatic. 

Elizabeth stood back and watched as we gradually came down, still holding each other tight. I saw that she had her hand between her legs, rubbing gently. It was a good thing that I had Tom ready for her. Otherwise she might have eaten me up.

Eventually I found my voice and whispered to Laura. "You are fantastic. We are going to have incredible adventures together."

"I am ready," you said 

"Well, let's start by arranging a little scene between Elizabeth and Tom." 

You looked over at Tom, who was still tied to the hard wood straight backed chair, his underwear with his pants down around his cuffed ankles. His stiff cock was pointed straight up at the ceiling, and he was taking deep breaths, obviously seeking relief. From the look in your eyes I knew you wanted to touch him.

You turned to me and nipped my ear lobe with your teeth. "Sir, please let me play with Tom," you whispered playfully. "I promise to be good. You should master Elizabeth."

"That's an excellent idea," I said, giving you a wicked grin. You responded by raising an eyebrow in anticipation of what devilish things I might do to Elizabeth.

"Go roll those big tits of yours against his hard on and see if you can make it grow. But don't let him cum."

With a big smile on your face you knelt down between Tom's tied legs and leaned into him. Cupping your breasts with your hands you encompassed his cock like a hot dog being squeezed between two over-sized buns.

"Do you like this Tom?" you teased. "Do my tits feel soft and nice?"




Dinner with Laura



"Oh god....."

"Should I rub my hard nipple on the end of your cock like this?"

"Ahhhh......"

"Maybe if I push both nipples together on you.... just so...... yes that does feel good..... ummmm......."

"Please......"

"Please what, Tom? Do you want to cum? You know you can't."

"I'm soooo close.... just squeeze me... please........"

"No Tom. I'm not going to squeeze you. But I will give you a taste of what I could do to you with my mouth."

I had my hand on Elizabeth's bare ass while we were watching you drive poor Tom out of his mind. As you leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock I slipped a finger between Elizabeth's cheeks and found her hole.

"Bend over Elizabeth," I commanded. "Get down close to Laura's face and learn from her. She is a fantastic cock teaser."

Still in her high heels Elizabeth made a pretty picture as she bent down toward Tom's twitching cock. I kept my finger in position on her ass.

"No Elizabeth. Never bend your legs when I tell you to lean over. And always spread your legs. I want complete access. That's it ..... Now put your face closer..."

You must have sensed what I was about to do to Elizabeth, because you turned your head from Tom and kissed her on the mouth. At the same time I eased my finger slowly into her ass.

"Ahhwww... gaaaaa..." Her cry was muffled by your mouth on hers. You added to her excitement by pushing Tom's hot cock against her cheek.

"Hold it just like that," I said. Then I plunged my finger deep into her. She bucked like a young horse trying to throw off a rider, but she kept her mouth on yours, and I could see both of your tongues working. Finally you pulled back.

"She's about to cum," you said. "Do you want that?"

"No, that is forbidden." I grabbed Elizabeth's hair with my other hand and jerked her into a standing position, my finger still buried deep in her ass.

"Elizabeth!" I barked in a commanding voice. "You are not to cum until you have punished Tom for his transgression of reluctance earlier this evening. I want you to untie his ankles and strip him naked, then cuff his ankles back to the chair. You are not allowed to fuck him or stimulate him or yourself in any way! Do you understand Elizabeth?"

She starred me straight in the eye. I could tell by the hardening of her nipples, the shallowness of her breath, and the small tear drop of wetness running down her thigh that she was warring with the emotion of allowing me to master her when she was used to being the one in absolute control. I could tell she was extremely turned on, but would she allow me to dominate her in her own house? Would she continue to play our game?

I remained silent but twisted my finger slowly in her ass. She shuddered and contemplated the retributions and missed opportunities for pleasure if she declined. Looking down at the floor she slowly nodded her head in agreement.

"Yes, sir," she said in a small voice that acknowledged and accepted my power over her.

I removed my finger and turned to Tom. You were still kneeling in front of him with his balls cupped in your hand, and your tongue dabbing at the end of his cock.

"Tom, you may not cum no matter Elizabeth's choice of punishment. Do you understand?"

He looked at me and then at Elizabeth. A silent communication seemed to pass between them. He was thinking about how he was going to be able to pay Elizabeth back for any pain she caused him after we had left. Her eyes gave him the assurance he needed. With your hands and tongue keeping him at the boiling point there was no way he was going to refuse to obey.

"Yes, master," he breathed.

"Good boy. Now Laura you can get up and let Elizabeth do her job. I have other plans for you."

I helped you to your feet and pulled your arms behind your back. With my left hand I held your thin wrists together as if they were tied. My other hand was free to roam over the naked front of your body. You sighed and leaned against me.

"I am so ready," you breathed. "Do what you want with me."

Your subservience triggered a surge of lust in my loins. I felt a powerful urge to make you whimper and plead for mercy. You needed this and I did too.

"Don't worry," I said. "I am going to do exactly what I want with you."

At the side of Elizabeth's living room I had noticed an open door that led to a kind of den. Although it was dark in there I could see the shapes of raised benches and X frames. This was clearly where the serious domination took place.

Holding you by your captured wrists I marched you through the door and flicked on the lights. It was indeed a BDSM grotto. Whips, cuffs, and clamps of every description covered the walls. Ropes and chains hung from overhead beams. The expression on your face showed both apprehension and curiosity as you took it all in.

"My god," you exclaimed. "I don't know about this."

Your body stiffened and seemed to pull away from me. I gripped your wrists tighter and turned your face to lock my eyes on yours. You took a deep breath and your body relaxed. The look of trust in your eyes thrilled and empowered me.

"Now Laura, you are to come with me." 

As I directed you into the room I glanced back to make sure Elizabeth was following my orders. I could see Tom was already naked and retied to the chair. Elizabeth had picked out a soft cat-o-nine tails and was walking back towards her pray with a look of pleasurable delight across her face.

As we moved deeper into the grotto we came to a long leather padded table with several holding straps and manacles strategically attached. Still holding your wrists in one hand, I walked you to the end of the table, and with my other hand in the center of your back pushed you over the edge to lie down on your stomach, keeping your feet on the floor. You turned your head to the side so that you could look back into the living room, where Elizabeth was dragging the thongs of her little whip across Tom's hard on.

"Spread your legs apart for me Laura." I said in a tone that booked no argument.

You tentatively opened your thighs and began rocking from side to side. "Wider!" I commanded, gently using my foot to kick your feet further apart.

"Good girl." 

I released your wrists so you could obey my next command. "Now I want you to reach above you and grab hold of each side of the table while I secure your ankles to the legs. Keep watching Elizabeth and Tom." 

The pre-positioned straps on the legs of the table made it easy to tie your legs so you could not close them even if you were desperate to do so. Then I stood back and admired the picture before me. Your four inch high heels stretched your calves and thighs into tight, erotic curves. But best of all your ass was forced up and out to form a perfect hemisphere. My cock jumped at the sight of you, and I leaned down to let it press against those firm cheeks.

"Umm... you are delicious," I purred. You responded by rolling your hips to snuggle my cock deeper into your crack.

"My ass is yours to do with as you wish," you said. "I will not let go of the table."

I leaned further and lay my chest against your bare back. My hands caressingly traced your arms down to your wrists, where I took a firm hold.

"I'm going to spank you Laura, and I'm going to spank you so hard your bottom will be red and sensitive for at least a few days. It will be hard for you to keep your hands where they are, but you must do so."

My grip on your wrists tightened. "You were disobedient Laura, and it will be my pleasures to discipline you. Do you agree to accept your punishment?"

"I don't know if I am ready for this," you whined. "We have talked about it in our emails and I do trust you, but part of me wants to tell you to go to hell. All I did was to give you pleasure under the table, and it's not fair for you to repay me with pain."

"Is it really pain, Laura? If that's the case why are you so wet. I can see your juices on the insides of your thighs."

"Ohh goddd....."

"It is true that you gave me pleasure under the table. But that's not the point. You disobeyed me. You should have asked my permission to do what you did. In any case, I don't need a justifiable reason to punish you. I can do it just because I want to. Do you understand this? Do you agree to put yourself in my hands?"

You were silent as you absorbed my words. I knew your rebellious nature was fighting with your sexual need. This was the moment when you had to decide whether to really give up control.

"Do you agree Laura?" I asked more demandingly as I started to pull away.

"Don't leave me like this," you begged. "Please... yes I agree... yes.... yes.... Yes! Do what you want. I agree. Ohhh goddd.."

I smiled to myself. "Good girl. Don't, at any time let go of the table. I am leaving your hands untied for this first time as a test. If you pass, in the future I will tie you completely so that you will not have to fight the temptation to resist. Now lay your forehead on the table and try to breathe evenly." 

You began taking deep breaths and clenched your ass muscles in anticipation. But instead of a spank you felt my finger tips lightly teasing your taught skin. "It won't do you any good to try to prepare," I said. "When, where, and how hard I spank you will always be a surprise."

Just then we both heard a loud slap. Your ass jumped against my hand like you had been hit, but in reality it was Elizabeth using her tool of choice on Tom's chest. He cried out and squealed in pain. The sound excited us both.

I reached down between your feminine lips and found you extremely wet, clear evidence of your desire, willingness, and acceptance. After petting your buttocks cheeks one more time I began a rapid tapping, much like a drum staccato, moving from one cheek to the other.

Tap... Tap.... Tap.... Tap.....

Then I followed with a light massage. Your face showed confusion from lack of any pain. You seemed to be holding your breath.

"This is to warm you up a bit," I laughed.

You relaxed and returned my smile, which was my signal to begin. I gave each cheek a hard smack, powerful enough to get your attention.

WHACK WHACK 

"Ooooo...."

"I think ten is sufficient," I said, deliberately luring you into thinking this wasn't going to be so bad after all. To keep you off balance I used the back of my nails to scrape lightly along the red spank marks. You responded by wiggling your ass.

"Mmmmmm....."

WHACK! left cheek WHACK! right cheek

"That's one. Count for me. You miss count or let go of the table and we start over." 

WHACK! a bit harder on the left WHACK! a bit harder on the right

I caressed each red marked lobe. You cleared your throat, "Two."

A little more intense,

WHACK! on the right, WHACK! on the left.

"Three". Your voice was breaking.

WHACK! on the left same strength as the last, WHACK! on the right.

"Four". You were gasping.

WHACK! a little harder on the left, WHACK! on the right.

"Five". I heard a sob. You gripped the edges of the table like a water skier holding the tow rope. 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! so hard it hurt my hand.

"Six!" you yelled breathlessly and raised up off the table with out letting go of the sides.

"Oh Laura, you disappoint me. That was six, seven, eight. We start from one." I chuckled.

You lay your head on the table, "Oh God!"

"No, just Sir will do," I joked. "You can have a brief rest while I find something suitable to use on you. My hand is sore."

I turned my head and could see Tom strapped to the chair with his head leaned back in complete submission. SLAP! SLAP!SLAP! Elizabeth was beating Tom on his inner thighs, sometimes letting one of the thongs slap against his cock. She was an artist with that whip, probably the result of lots of experience.

Slight welts seemed to walk across Tom's chest, and his low moans of pleasure indicated he was enjoying his torment. His cries provided an erotic background as I massaged your ass and poked at the reddest parts with my finger nail.

"Do you like what you see Laura? Do you like watching someone else get whipped?" 

"Yes," you said on an exhale of breath.

"You are such a slut Laura. Are you my slut Laura?"

You smiled at me. "Yes Sir. This girl is your slut, Sir." We looked into each others eyes and at that moment we both knew we had found someone-something special.

I walked over to a rack that held many different kinds of paddles. A large, intricately woven reed rug beater caught my attention. It would be just the thing to use to finish you off. The broad paddle would spread the force, and the woven pattern would create a "waffle" effect on your skin that I could tease with my finger tips. It would be almost as good as the old fashioned fly swatter that I liked to use on asses and tits.

WHACK! one cheek WHACK! the other

"Count for me starting with one!" I instructed.

"One," you mumbled as you pressed your body into the table.

WHACK! a bit harder WHACK! harder still

"Two," you were sobbing now.

I knew the paddle was stinging you badly, but it was critical for my control of you that I do what I said and give you all ten spanks.

WHACK!WHACK!WHACK! on the left side

WHACK!WHACK!WHACK! on the right side

"Three, four, five!!!" you gasped trough gritted teeth.

Pausing to let you catch your breath, I lightly caressed each cheek with my fingers, while at the same time I sawed the handle back and forth along your slit from your engorged clit to your pulsating hidden anus. The path was slick with your juices.

"Too harsh?" I asked. "Don't forget our agreed upon safe words." It was important that you feel you could stop me if the pain were too intense. It was also important that you keep recommitting yourself and giving me control.

Your safe words were the simple RED-YELLOW-GREEN. You wiggled your red hot ass a bit, but I made it hard for you to focus on the pain by keeping the handle moving in your ever more slippery groove. There was no doubt it was driving your crazy with need, for your hips were twitching and pushing against the hard intruder.

A moment later you raised your head and looked into my eyes. "Green," you whispered.

"Good girl. You are halfway there. Unless of course I decide to give you more."

"But you said ten if I kept a good count."

I began to rotate the handle slowly as I slid it back in forth. "You must learn that I can do what I want, anytime, and you have to accept it."

"Ohh.... yes sir... god that handle feels good..."

"Look back into the living room. I think our friends are about to go too far."

We both looked back through the door. Elizabeth and Tom were framed like a high definition porn video. She was straddling his lap and rubbing his cock back and forth over her mound. He was moaning and twisting his body from side to side as much as his manacles would allow.

"I want to do that," you said.

"All in due time," I said and raised the paddle. 

WHACK! sharply on the left WHACK! sharply on the right

"Mmmmmmm, six."

WHACK!WHACK! dead center WHACK! WHACK! again dead center 

You held your breath. "Seven, eight!"

WHACK! I paused before moving the paddle over the other cheek and letting it go. SNAP!

"Oh god....nine..." Your hips were twisting from side to side, seeking relief.

One more to go. I used the tip of my finger and lightly as a whisper began to trace the outline of the intricate pinkish welts. They were burning hot.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" You ground your pebble hard nipples against the soft leather of the table and humped back against my fingers. 

"No, you may not cum yet." I raised the paddle high in the air, determined to make this one the hardest of all.

WHAP! WHAP!

"Ten!!" You screamed. 

I dropped the paddle and moved up between your spread legs, which were still secured to the table legs.

"Let go of the table and stand up," I commanded.

With my naked body pressed against your back I reached around you cupped one breast, rolling and pinching the nipple. You laid your head against my shoulder giving me complete access to the front of your body.

I lightly kissed and nipped your neck, up to the curve of your jaw line. At the same time my other hand began caressing your sensitized ass and working its way around your hips to your pussy. My fingers played for a few seconds in your slick moistness and then closed on the protruding nubbin that was your aroused clit. I trapped it between my fingers but did not apply any frictional movement.

"Ohhh god..... can I cum now?.... please sir..... please....."

I was burning with desire to fuck you and bring you off, but I held back. "No! Definitely not. Do you want ten more spanks?"

My ultra hard cock had slipped into your slit and was moving back and forth under the control of some independent force. I kept one hand on your clit and used the other to move from breast to breast, roughly squeezing and pinching. We were both just about to cum when we heard Elizabeth scream from the other room.

"Oaahhhh FUCK!"

I looked through the door and yelled, "No! Neither of you may cum!

Elizabeth was sitting astride Tom's lap rocking back and forth rapidly, obviously impaled on his cock. They both looked over at us just as spasms shook their bodies.

"Too late!" they screamed.

We grinned at each other, the distraction allowing us to calm enough to regain control. I kissed you and increased the pressure of my fingers on your nubbin and your nipple. With a quick intake of breath you squirmed under the delicious pain, your pussy seeming to ooze even more juices.

My cock was still operating on its own and it found its way to the entrance of your beckoning orifice. I let go and pushed deeply into your pussy from behind in one powerful thrust. We could feel each others' spasms of pleasure at the joining.

"Ahhhh....."

Standing upright, I released your clit and grabbed a hand full of hair, painfully jerking your head towards me and making you arch your back even more. Using my grip on your hair I turned your face so I could lick your lips and stab my tongue into your mouth. My other hand was still locked on to your breast, with your stiff nipple crushed between the edges of my fingers.

The combination of pain and pleasure was creating a symphony of moaning sounds from your open mouth as our tongues tangled with each other.

"Agg.... grrrohh... ahhgggg.... cheeeee..."

An incredible desire to fuck you hard overcame me. I released your hair and breast and grabbed your hips so I could pump in and out of your pussy in rapid strokes. You bent over and matched me thrust for thrust. Five more seconds and I would have lost it.

But I wanted more from you. I wanted to dominate you completely. I wanted to hear you beg. So I pulled out and forcefully pushed you down onto the table with my hand on the center of your back. Then I inserted just the sensitive head of my cock into your hungry pussy.

"Oh god, no... don't leave me empty..... I need you in me ... PLEASE!!!" 

"Not until you tell me what you are going to do for me."

"What do you mean? Godddd.... push it in.... ohhhhh... I need it now!.."

"You know what I like. All those stories and emails. Now tell me...."

I shoved a little more of my cock into you, and then quickly took it back. It felt so good just dipping the head in your moistness. I could do this all night.

"You like me to suck you. I will suck you and lick you."

"You've already done that. What else?"

"Oh fuck.... okay... I will rub your cock between my tits. You like that.. Ohhhhh..."

"That's a start. What else?"

I kept one hand on your back holding you down and used the other one to tease the matrix of little welts on your ass. Then I put my finger tip in your pussy beside my cock head and got it wet and slippery.

"You like having another woman to play with at the same time you use me. I will bring you other women."




Dinner with Laura



"Now you're getting into it." I pushed my cock another inch into you and inserted my lubricated finger into your ass up to the first knuckle.

"Ahhhhhh.... gaaahhhhh... please........ what more do you want?"

"Use your imagination. What will we do with the other woman?"

"I will strip her and hold her so you can explore her body. Then I will whip her and make her suck you and lick your ass. Goddd.. this is making me so hot....."

"You mean a woman like Elizabeth over there?"

"Yes!! For sure her. And young, pretty ones that I will find for us."

"And what if I want to bring in another man and both of us fuck you at the same time?"

"Ohh godddd.... yes..... yes..... just pleasssse fuck me.... "

It was time. I grabbed your hair and twisted, forcing you to turn your head and lay it against the table. You needed a little more pain to bring you to the boiling point before I took you. A couple of slaps on your burning ass was followed by another inch of finger in your ass.

"Grab the sides of the table again Laura, and hang on."

I kissed the side of your swollen mouth with a quick peck, then leaned up to a standing position. You tensed and clinched your sore butt cheeks against my finger. Knowing that I was about to bring you to orgasm, a deep, uncontrollable throbbing seemed to take over your body.

Using your hair as if it were a horse's main, I began riding you. Slowly at first with just the head of my cock to tease you one last time, and then longer strokes in and out. I increased the speed of the in and out friction gradually, feeling my cock grow larger and harder. A natural, consistent rhythm took over. In and out.... in and out...

Then when I felt you about to explode, I stopped.

"Oh please I am right on the edge. Ohhh.... I don't want to cum without you. MORE! PLEASE!"

That was what I was waiting to hear. You wanted my pleasure as much as your own. I felt an emotional connection to you that was almost scary. All thoughts of control vanished and I began vigorously riding you, slapping my balls against your wet clit. Your inner walls squeezed me so tightly that had there not been so much feminine juices flowing any movement would have been impossible. As it was, it felt as if my cock was like a sausage moving within its casing. The sensation was incredible!

At that point we simultaneously screamed, "YES! NOW!" and exploded together. For a good half minute our bodies continued throbbing and jerking against each other, our breathing heavy.

Finally I lay down on top of your back and slid my arms over yours, entangling your fingers with mine and making you let go of the table. I brought our arms close to our bodies and encompassed you in a comfortable hug. My lips kissed you lightly on the forehead. 

"That was amazing," I whispered and laid my head next to yours.

"That's how it should be," you replied.

For several minutes we lay there enjoying the closeness. The evening had exceeded my wildest expectations, and I knew there was more to come. There was so much we could do together.

However, at that point I was spent and ready to go back to my normal life, which was still of prime importance to me. But before I did, and while I had this little group under my control, I wanted to set up another meeting. There were many other things to be done.

Tom was still tied to the chair, with a naked Elizabeth straddling him. I eased myself up and walked over to them. Elizabeth looked up at me with a satisfied expression.

"You liked that, did you?" I said to her. "Well you can finish by cleaning me off."

I grabbed her hair and turned her head into my wet, slippery cock. "Use your tongue.... gently....that's it...... pay attention Tom..... see how she can be made to keep serving."

Tom watched as inches from his face his mistress licked me with long slow strokes. You were watching also, propped up on your elbow on the table.

"How do I taste Elizabeth?" you asked mischievously. "There must be a gallon of my juices lathered on him. Be sure to lick down in the hairs to get them all."

Elizabeth seemed to be spurred on by the sound of your voice giving her instructions. Eagerly she moved her mouth around on me to cover the entire area. It felt very good, especially when her soft tongue lapped my slowly recovering testicles. Reluctantly I pulled her head away. They both looked up at me to see what I wanted next.

"You two have flagrantly disobeyed me. I made it very clear you were not to cum until I gave you permission. One week from tonight at this same time you are to be in this room waiting for me. I will bring Laura and together we are going to teach you some discipline."