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Exploring the Lifestyle

By: Explorer222



PART 1 THE INITIATION

Elizabeth had never met a man like Roger. After ten years of childless marriage to a wishy-washy, indecisive man she was enthralled by Roger's take charge attitude. He was so different from the loser who allowed himself to be buffeted by life's blows like an outclassed boxer. Roger was Elizabeth's divorce attorney, and from the very first meeting he had orchestrated her every move in getting her freedom under very generous terms.

Now she was single, and so was he. At first she did not let herself even fantasize about a possible romantic relationship. Roger was handsome and successful, and she knew that he had many female clients who were younger and prettier than she. In her early forties, Elizabeth was not expecting to have another man in her life any time soon, in spite of the fact that she was reasonably attractive with a trim figure. Not that she was opposed. On the contrary, her sexual fantasies had been raging for years. "Well, Elizabeth, it's all finished," Roger said during their wrap-up meeting. "You have enough money to live for a couple of years, which should give you time to get a job and secure your future. Our professional relationship is now over." 

"I can't thank you enough, Roger. You have made a difficult situation almost easy."

He looked at her in a way she had never seen before. "You can thank me by letting me take you out to dinner. Come back to my office at seven o'clock tonight. Now, I'm afraid I have another appointment. My secretary will show you out."

Elizabeth was speechless. Not only had he asked her for a date, he had not given her a chance to answer. Before she could think of what to say, he was gone, and the secretary was there holding her coat. This guy has some nerve, she thought. He virtually ordered me to go out with him, like I owed him as payment for his services. What else is he going to order me to do?

That last thought sent a tingle down her spine. Being forced into becoming a submissive was one of her strongest fantasies, and Roger clearly had the strength of personality to dominate her. Had he seen something in her demeanor to encourage him in this direction? Was this what he wanted? Did she want it? Or did he not allow her to answer because he was afraid she would decline? No, that did not seem in keeping with his super-confident personality. Maybe he did have an urgent appointment and just didn't have time to extend their conversation.

All these questions raced through her mind as she got on the elevator.

**

Roger did not have another appointment. Deliberately he had decided to test his hunch that Elizabeth was a latent submissive. If she had reacted negatively to his arrogance he would have thought he was wrong. On the other hand, if she didn't respond, he would take that to mean that there was something appealing in his approach, in spite of her surprise.

He had used this ploy with women before. It was a kind of game to him, and it was a shortcut to finding the kind of woman he liked. Sometimes, if the woman was an overt submissive, she would respond immediately with 'yes sir', or 'yes master'. He did not like that. It meant she was too easy. Roger got his most satisfaction from bringing out the suppressed desires in women, breaking them in, as he called it. Afterward they were often disappointed when he made it clear he was not interested in an exclusive relationship, but usually they were grateful for the experience, and knew they would never again be content with vanilla sex. Many of them were still his friends, good friends, 'with benefits'.

Elizabeth intrigued him. She was an introvert, very prim and proper, but approached life with an intensity and curiosity that suggested there was immense passion just below the surface. He also liked her appearance, her dark hair and emerald green eyes, and her slender figure, especially her shapely ass, evident in spite of her ultra conservative clothing. If things worked out, that ass would feature prominently in their relationship.

No doubt an attractive woman like Elizabeth would quickly attract male attention now that she was single and open and receptive. But he had the advantage of having the first shot. He knew from his questions related to the divorce that she had never cheated on her husband; she was too shy and conservative for that. There was probably a lot of pent up frustration and lust buried in this newly liberated woman, and he was determined to go exploring.

**

Elizabeth fretted all the way home about what she should do. To just show up at seven o'clock at his office as ordered would be humiliating. The proper thing would be just to call his secretary and leave a message that he should call her when he had time to finish their conversation. But what if he never called? Their business with the divorce was finished, and she might never see him again.

There was no doubt that she was attracted to him. She liked tall men, and he was well over six feet. She liked men with dark hair and eyes, and he definitely had that 'Italian' look. She liked men who were intelligent and thoughtful, and in her experience working with him he had clearly demonstrated that quality. Then there was the way he had looked at her when he asked her to dinner. She had seen a smoldering sexuality and lust that made her feel like a desirable woman for the first time in a long while. By the time she let herself into her house she had decided.

Oh screw it. I'm going to do it. What do I have to lose? Now the question is what am I going to wear? Fortunately it's only eleven o'clock in the morning and I've got all day to get ready. I'd better be prepared for anything.

He didn't tell me where he was going to take me to dinner. Will it be somewhere casual or formal? Knowing Roger it will probably be somewhere quiet and elegant. I have time to get a manicure and pedicure and maybe even a bikini wax. I'm excited about what might happen tonight and nervous too. I haven't been with any other man but my ex. I don't want to disappoint Roger. 

**

At 7:00 Elizabeth arrived at Roger's office building. She was apprehensive and excited, and still agonizing about her choice of clothing. Nervously she ran her hands down the simple black dress. Am I overdressed or underdressed? Having her hair and nails done had made her feel pretty, and to top it off she had splurged on a Brazilian wax, with a landing strip no less! She knew that whatever happened that night would be the beginning of a new her; there would be no looking back.

The building security guard opened the door. He gave her a big smile, as if he had been expecting a lady in fancy clothes to present herself.

"Hello, I'm Ms. Woods, to see Mr. Carlton," she said with more assurance than she felt.

The smile stayed on his face. "Good evening, Ms. Woods. You look very nice. Mr. Carlton is expecting you. Please come in. He's on the eleventh floor, and the elevators are just down the hall. If you wish you can leave your outside coat with me."

She returned his smile, handed him her coat, and headed to the elevator. There had been something in his manner that told her this wasn't the first time a woman arrived after work to see Roger. Oh well, she thought, What should I expect? He's an attractive single man.

The elevator jerked upward, and the upheaval in her stomach from the rapid motion merged with the butterflies from her nervousness to make her take deep breaths. Suddenly the doors opened and there standing right in front of her was Roger. She gasped as he reached out a strong hand and took hers. He smiled, but his voice was stern.

"You're late. You should have been here five minutes ago. Your punishment will have to wait until after dinner; we have reservations. You look very nice. Now get back in the elevator."

Once again Elizabeth was speechless. Punishment? What did that mean? Maybe she had misunderstood what he said. I'll just ignore it, she thought.

He kept holding her hand as the elevator started down. "I think you will like the restaurant. I picked for dinner," he said. "It's elegant, the food is good, and even though it's cold out, we can walk from here."

"I'm sure it will be fine," she managed.

His hand gripped her tighter, as if she might try to get away. "They also have private booths where we can talk. I want to know all about you."

"Oh," she said. "There's not much to know. I've led a pretty uneventful life."

"That's about to change," he said just as the elevator doors opened.

For the first time since seeing him she smiled. "Yes, I have that feeling," she said.

He led her down the hall and past the doorman, still keeping her hand in a tight grip. "Good evening Mr. Carlton," said the man with a slight bow. "You have a very lovely companion tonight."

Elizabeth blushed, and a warm feeling pervaded her chest. She began to relax. High adventure seemed to be just around the corner.

"Thank you George," said Roger. "She is indeed lovely. I am looking forward to getting to know her this evening. Please bring us our coats."

George retrieved the garments from a closet. "Here you are madam, just slip your arms in here. And now you sir. It's going to be bitterly cold tonight."

"Yes indeed," Roger agreed. "We are not going far. We'll be back later."

"Very good Sir. Stay warm." he said, closing the door behind them.

"George does an excellent job," Roger observed. "And he appreciates beauty when he sees it. You look absolutely stunning."

The words sounded sincere, and Elizabeth warmed again. She was liking Roger more every minute. "I appreciate your saying that," she said. "It has been a long time since I dressed to please a man." What did I just say? she thought. I hardly know this man, and I'm telling him I want to please him? How is he going to interrupt that? I've got to get myself under control.

"I am pleased, and I expect to be pleased even more as the evening progresses," he said. "Ah, here we are already. I told you it was close by."

The restaurant was small. A carved wooden door and one window faced the sidewalk. A tasteful sign announced the name, 'Roberto's'. The maître d in a tuxedo greeted them in the foyer. "Mr. Carlson. It is a pleasure. Your table is ready. What a lovely companion you have."

This could go to my head, thought Elizabeth. But I don't mind at all!

They were seated in a plush booth in the back corner of the darkened room. There were maybe a dozen other tables, most of them occupied by couples or groups of four. Thick carpet and tapestries on the wall muted the sounds. As soon as they had settled into the cushioned seats a waiter placed martinis on the linen-covered table in front of them. Elizabeth felt like a queen being entertained at court.

Roger raised his glass. "A toast to the beginning of our non-business relationship," he said. "May we both get the pleasure from it that we seek and deserve."

Oh my, she thought. But she lifted her glass and smiled. "I'll drink to that," she said. 

"I have already ordered for both of us," Roger said. "A Caesar salad to start, followed by the wonderful white fish that is the specialty of the house. Their best Chardonnay will be served with the dinner. Now tell me all about you. Start with your first boyfriend, and don't leave anything out. I'll know if you do, and that will add to your punishment."

Punishment? There was that word again. No mistaking it this time, she thought. I can't let it pass. He will think I'm a nit wit. But why do I feel such a rush when he speaks to me that way?

"What do you mean 'punishment'?" she asked with a slight tremble in her voice.

He smiled. "Don't worry about that now. Sip your drink and tell me your story. What was your childhood like?"

She took a deep breath. "I was the only child of a couple of college professors. My mother taught English and my father History. Needless to say, education was the number one priority in our family."

"I'll bet you were a good student."

"Pretty good. I was shy and introverted, so boys and social life didn't interfere much with my studying."

"You didn't have a boyfriend?"

She shook her head. "Not until I was a senior in high school. My parents emphasized that there would be plenty of time for that after I got my education. They sent me to an all-girls camp every summer."

"You must have felt sexual desire during those years."

A warm blush crept over her face and made her hands sweat. She took a long drink and noticed to her surprise that the glass was empty.

"I see I touched a sensitive nerve," Roger said kindly. He reached out and put his hand on hers. "It's nothing to be ashamed about. If we are going to be the really good friends that I hope we are, you are going to have to go to those places and share them with me."

At that moment the waiter arrived with their salads. "Would you like the wine served now, Mr. Carlton?" he asked.

"Yes please. Then give us half an hour before bringing the dinner."

The pause in the conversation as the wine was served gave Elizabeth time to process what Roger had said. It was clear that a relationship with him was going to be unlike any that she had experienced. He was not wasting any time with pleasantries before bringing up the subject that was foremost in her mind. Never had she revealed her true sexual nature to anyone, including her husband. The thought was both frightening and exciting.

"What would you like to know?" she asked.

"Tell me what you fantasized about as you masturbated."

GULP...I sure hadn't expected that question! But I can't let him fluster me.

Smiling sweetly she batted the ball back into his court. "How did you know I masturbated?"

"Don't be ridiculous," he scolded. "Everyone does when they can't have the real thing. Were you imagining a handsome movie star making love to you?"

Elizabeth hesitated, and then decided to come out with the truth. She felt like she was under some kind of spell and it felt good. An inner voice was urging her to let go.

"I fantasized about being captured by pirates and being made to serve the leader as a sex slave." She sucked in a big breath. "There, are you satisfied?

Roger said nothing, but just stared at her with a slight smile on his face. His hunch had been correct. Ms. Prim And Proper Woods was a latent sexual submissive, who at this point in her life was ready to admit it and go with the flow. He felt himself harden in anticipation of what was to come. 

"Well aren't you going to say anything?" she asked finally. "It was only a fantasy."

He loved her look of discomfort and vulnerability, and he deliberately prolonged the silence another few seconds before reaching for her other hand. "I am so happy you told me that," he said. "It confirms my impression of you. We are going to be very close, you and I. You see I am the pirate captain. My sexuality has always been linked to dominating women who are turned on by being bossed around in the bedroom."

Once again Elizabeth was at a loss for words. Roger had seized on her half-hearted admission and was taking her in a direction she was not sure she was ready for. "I said it was only a fantasy," she murmured.

"But one you turned to for excitement and pleasure, if only in your head. Don't fight it. You would be surprised at how many women feel the same way. Look at the popularity of 'bodice-ripper' novels, and the recent super-selling Fifty Shades of Grey."

Elizabeth could not deny the truth in what he said. She loved reading racy stories where the heroine was seemingly forced to submit and then had the best sex of her life. But reading about such things was quite different from doing them. She wondered how much experience Roger had in this area.

"So you've played this game with many women?"

He laughed. "Not that many. When I am sexually compatible with someone I like to have a long term relationship, just like my father. In fact I think I got my sexual proclivity from my father."

"Oh my. What do you mean that you got it from your father?"

"My father was a successful lawyer, just like me. He had a very commanding presence, and from puberty on I realized that my mother responded sexually to his strength. Then one night when they thought I was asleep I followed them to the basement and saw him half drag her by her hair into a room that was always kept locked. I hid and listened to the noises coming from that room. There were swishing and slapping sounds, and mother at first seemed to be in pain, but quickly her moans became sexual, and I knew she was a willing participant."

"That must have been quite a traumatic experience for a young boy."

"It was and it wasn't. I knew my parents loved and respected each other. Other kids parents got divorced, but not mine. And my own sexuality had developed in the same direction. I was masturbating to images of bondage and discipline. Eventually my father took me aside and told me that he and my mother had been in the 'lifestyle' for many years, and that it was nothing to be ashamed of if both people enjoyed and wanted it. My domineering, commanding father was devoted to my sexually submissive mother, and she adored him."

"I had no idea such things were possible in a marriage. My husband never took any initiatives in this direction, in spite of hints from me. And the only other man I have been with was a graduate student in college who gave me the 'slam-bam-thank-you- mam' treatment. He then had the nerve to tell me I was a cold fish because I didn't respond with much passion."

"What about sex with your husband?"

"It was okay at first, new and exciting. But then he seemed to lose interest. I think he was getting it on with the girls at the hospital where he worked. After a while I didn't want him."

Suddenly Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears. The realization of the futility of all those lost years trying to be the perfect wife came bubbling to the surface. "I'm sorry Roger," she sobbed. "I guess I still haven't gotten over the failure of my marriage."

"It's okay," he said. "Do you regret asking for the divorce?"

"No...no... I had to get out. I knew there had to be more to life than just taking care of a worthless, neglectful husband. My parents disapproved of my giving up, but they celebrated the fact that they had given me a good education so that I could take care of myself."

Conversation stopped as the waiter arrived with their dinners and refilled their wine glasses. Elizabeth was lightheaded and thought briefly about switching to water. As if he were a mind reader Roger raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to us," he said. "Don't worry about drinking too much. I'll make sure you get home safely."

"With my honor in tact?" she laughed.

"That's another issue," he responded with a grin. "You still are facing a punishment, and you may have to buy me off with your honor."

She blurted her response without thinking. "I'm aware of that," she said. "I think I'm ready."

My god, she thought, what did I say? I've just given him license to do whatever he wants to me! And the way he is looking at me now is scary! But I can feel the wetness between my legs.

Roger stared deeply into her eyes. He hadn't thought he could get any harder than he already was, but he had been wrong. Elizabeth held his gaze for a few seconds and then looked down. It was the classic signal of submission. She will need training, he thought, but she's already half way there. I wonder how far I can push her? This is going to be an exciting adventure for both of us.

"Eat your dinner now," he said.

"Yes sir," she replied, still looking down.

"I have a few more questions for you. You will answer me honestly and completely. Do you understand?"

She raised her fork to her mouth and nodded.

"In these fantasies of yours does the pirate captain tie you up?"


Exploring the Lifestyle Ch. 02



In Part 1 of the story Roger Carlton, a very successful attorney, introduces his newly divorced client, Elizabeth, to the BDSM lifestyle. She is enamored with this powerful man and has long harbored sexual submission fantasies. Roger eases her into the lifestyle, ending up with her in his bed, slightly sore, but happy.

PART 2 ROGER ENJOYS HIS CONQUEST

The next morning Roger rose early and was fully dressed by the time Elizabeth opened her eyes. She had slept without moving since their last love-making in the middle of the night. With some embarrassment she remembered how she had woken him by caressing his cock, whispering that she wanted him again. He had said nothing but sprang instantly erect and rolled onto his back in an open invitation to be mounted. In contrast to the other times, she had made it last, experiencing rolling mini orgasms until finally he emitted a loud groan that swept her with him in a mutual climax that curled her toes.

"Good morning sleepy head," he said, looking down at her. "You sleep very soundly, when you sleep. How do you feel?"

She turned on her back, pulling the sheet up to cover her naked body. As she came fully awake the memories of last night flooded in. It was too much to process.

"I'm.. I'm not sure," she stammered. "What am I doing here? Did all those things really happen?"

He sat on the edge of the bed and lovingly brushed back several strands of hair from her forehead. His voice was gentle. "Oh yes, and you loved every minute of it. You were made to be the woman you were last night."

"Oh god.. It was indeed something else. You are a good teacher. And you look very handsome in your business suit. I like the colors in your tie. They match those sparkling eyes."

"Flattery will not spare you," he chuckled. Standing again he looked down on her and smiled. "Your training in the lifestyle is just beginning."

"Ummm... why don't you come back to bed for a while. It's so early."

"I would like too, but I have an early appointment. It seems there is no end to the number of attractive women needing my help in getting free from unsatisfactory marriages."

Elizabeth frowned. "I hope she's not too attractive."

"You must never be jealous," he replied in a serious tone. "At least you must never show it. There will be other women, but most of the time you will be with me. And the other times I will tell you all the details afterwards, at the same time I am spanking or fucking you."

His straight talk unnerved her, and she didn't reply. Roger studied her for a moment, then crossed the room and opened the top drawer of the dresser. When he turned he was holding a long leather riding crop. She gasped and sat up, slinking back against the headboard with the sheet clutched up to her neck.

"I think you need another lesson before I leave for work. Drop the sheet and put your hands behind your head."

She sucked in a deep breath, amazed at the rush that started in her feet and surged upward through her like a wave. The warm wetness between her legs left no doubt about the nature of her reaction. She reveled in the power he had to make her feel this way, but at the same time it frightened her.

"Please Roger... What did I do?"

He gave her a hard look and tapped the crop against the bed. A second wave rolled through her system. She knew there was no denying him whatever he wanted. Slowly she lowered her hands, taking the sheet with them.

"That's better," he said. "I detected a knot of resistance when I spoke of other women. You must learn that when it comes to sex your only concern is my pleasure, and trust that you will be taken care of. A few stings on those saucy tits will help you remember that in the future."

He raised his arm and extended the crop until the flap rested on the underside of her left breast. She starred into his eyes and held her breath, not daring to move. More juices seeped onto her upper thigh. Her nipples were like acorns.

SMACK... the crop flicked down and up. SMACK.. SMACK.

"What is your role?" he asked, moving the crop to the other breast.

"Ohhh..."

SMACK... SMACK.

"What is your role?" he asked again, now pressing the flap against a turgid nipple.

"My.... role... is to submit to whatever you want."

He diddled the leather on her point. "And if I want to have my way with another woman in your presence?"

"Ahhhh..... You can have your way with her, in any way you want. And... and if you wish, I will help you."

She could not believe she said that. The words came from somewhere other than her conscious mind. It was like another being had emerged from deep in her psyche.

Roger smiled, knowing another wall was coming down. "Very good. You are learning. Now I have to go," he said withdrawing the crop. "Help yourself to breakfast and then go home and wait for my call."

She was breathing hard. "Are you really going to leave me like this?"

"Yes my dear. And don't you dare pleasure yourself after I'm gone. You are to save all that lust for later. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

And he was gone.

For a long time she lay there, clutching her fists to keep her hands away from where she wanted them. She could do it. She needed it. He would never know. But then she would lose the edge that felt so good, so right. He had said that obeying him was the essence of being in the lifestyle. She had taken the plunge; she might as well see it through.

With a sigh she finally got up and padded to the bathroom. The masculine accessories and aromas stimulated her again, testing her resolve. Quickly she turned on the shower. As she stepped in, the warm spray triggered memories of what had happened in the tub a few hours before. It was hard to believe.

Fifteen minutes later she was in his kitchen, fully dressed and spooning coffee into the filter paper. She turned on the switch and decided she might as well look around while the coffee brewed. After all, he had left her alone in his apartment. He must have known that she would be curious about him. And given that she was going to be under his power, she needed to know more about him for her own protection.

His home office was in an alcove off of the sitting room. There was a small desk containing a large computer screen, behind which was a floor to ceiling bookcase, almost completely full of hard cover books. She started with the computer, feeling somewhat guilty, but entitled. Not surprisingly, it was password protected. Nothing she could learn there.

She scanned the book titles. His eclectic interests were evident, everything from the classics to Tom Clancy. Searching for erotica her eyes hit on a lower shelf containing volumes of DH Lawrence, Henry Miller, and, in an elaborate binding, Justine, by the Marquis de Sade, an author she had heard about, but never read. Here was something interesting. She pulled the book free, placed in on the desk, and opened the cover.

The first thing she saw was a five by seven manila envelope that seemed to contain a picture. It was not sealed. Carefully she opened the flap and slid out a glossy, brightly lit photograph. Her eyes opened wide; if she was looking for erotica, she had found it.

A beautiful woman dressed as a dominatrix looked out at her from the picture. Her clothing, what there was of it, was all black, and clung to her curvaceous body. A short skirt, a quarter cup bra, and high-heeled boots made up her costume. Dangling from her hand was a thin, long-tailed whip, its wicked-looking tip coiled on the floor. The expression in her eyes said that she was coming for you, and that she was going to enjoy it.

But there was something else in the picture that quickened Elizabeth's breath. The woman looked familiar. She had seen that face before, maybe not so made up, but somewhere. Was this one of Roger's clients whom she had bumped into in his office building? And why did Roger have her picture dressed this way? He had made it clear that he was the one who was in charge. Or did he sometimes like being the victim?

The coffee maker whistled its readiness, and she hastily replaced the envelope and the book. Back in the kitchen she poured her coffee and sat down at the small table. Her thoughts kept returning the image of the woman with the whip. Who was she? Had Roger taken the picture? How would she feel if Roger turned her over to a woman like that? How would she like to be the woman with the whip? What other interesting pictures were hidden in Roger's books? Why was she getting that feeling in her stomach again?

She had almost finished with the coffee when her musing were interrupted by the familiar ring of her cell phone. The sound was faint, coming from some other room in the apartment, and Elizabeth had no idea where her purse had ended up. She jumped up and traced the ringing to the guest bedroom.

"Hello," she answered breathlessly.

"Hello yourself. I see you are still in my apartment."

"Yes, but how do you know that?"

"My security system--hidden video cameras that transmit to my office computer. I've been watching you."

Elizabeth gulped. He knew she had been snooping around. She was mortified, and didn't know what to say.

"You've been a naughty girl," he chuckled. "You know what happens to naughty girls in the lifestyle."

"Yes sir," she sputtered.

"Did you recognize the woman in the picture?"

"No sir, but she did look familiar."

"Never mind. You'll find out soon enough."

"How can you be calling me now?" Elizabeth asked in an effort to change the subject. "I thought you had a meeting this morning."

"My client is a professional woman who had to go to work. We had a brief, but successful meeting."

Elizabeth couldn't help herself. "Is she a candidate for the lifestyle?"

He laughed. "Curiosity killed the cat. You are already in trouble. Go home now. No more poking around in my things. Come to my office at five o'clock this afternoon."

Again that elevator feeling in her stomach. She remembered the last time in his office. "Yes sir. What should I wear, sir?"

"Something dressy, and sexy, and Elizabeth..."

"Yes sir?"

"No panties." And he hung up.

Elizabeth did as ordered and immediately left Roger's apartment, well aware that he was watching her on hidden cameras. But once in the taxi she decided not to go home, but to go shopping instead. Nothing in her old wardrobe could really be considered sexy, and she wanted to show Roger that she was getting into the spirit of things. Maybe then he would go easy on her punishment.

She spent the morning in the mall going from one high end department store to another. Her final choice was a backless sheath with a tight, high necked bodice that contained a built-in bra. The color was a midnight blue, and the clingy material emphasized both her narrow hips and the firmness of her conical breasts. The snug bodice left no doubt as to the location of her nipples. A thin scarlet sash cinched in the waist to accentuate her curves.

On one side of the skirt a slit rose half way up her thigh, and the saleswoman pointed out that pantyhose were a must if she did not want her stocking tops to show when she sat down. Elizabeth thought to herself that stocking tops might not be the only thing that showed, since she was not allowed to wear panties. And she suspected that Roger would not like his options to be constrained by panty hose.

"I hate panty hose," she said to the clerk. "Don't you have some really high stockings that can be held up with garters?"

The woman raised her eyebrows. "Yes I suppose that might work...if you are careful."

Elizabeth looked down at her exposed leg and laughed. "Yes, I will have to be very careful."

"That dress is very becoming on you," said the clerk. "I usually get younger women in this section. You and I are about the same age, and I am jealous."

"Flattery will get you extra sales," Elizabeth giggled as she twirled around in front of the mirror. "But you shouldn't be jealous, not with your figure."

It was true. The woman was built and proud of it. She had a narrow waist and large breasts that were barely controlled by her tailored jacket. Although her face could not be called beautiful, she had lovely honey-colored eyes and a full mouth. Her obviously dyed blonde hair was stylishly cut and accented her slender neck. Elizabeth though she was very attractive.

"I do work hard at keeping fit," said the woman. "But my husband doesn't seem to notice. I don't get much feedback."

"That surprises me," said Elizabeth. "But I didn't either until my divorce. Now I'm getting all kinds of attention, and going down avenues I did not know existed. Do you really think my back is slender enough for this dress?"

The woman nodded. "Oh yes. Your new man will be enthralled."

Elizabeth studied her, surprised by her familiarity, but not offended. "How do you know I have a new man?"

"Because you look radiant, and because you are not worried about the price of this dress," she laughed.

"You are very astute," Elizabeth commented, looking at the woman with interest. "I'll bet you sometimes get vicarious pleasures in this job, selling all these sexy clothes and imagining the end results."

"Oh yes," laughed the woman. "It can be frustrating as hell. But that's my job. Speaking of which, you mentioned you might want to look at some other items. How about some lingerie?"

Elizabeth felt a growing kinship with this attractive sales woman and wanted to get to know her. Maybe this was someone she could share her experiences with. She was dying to talk about Roger and the excitement in her life.

"I'll look at some bras and negligees, but I won't be needing any panties."

The woman's mouth dropped open. "You're going to wear this dress with no panties?"

Elizabeth held her eyes, deciding to test her. "Those were the instructions of my new man. I am bound to obey, or else."

"Ohhh..."

"It's a new world out there... not like when we were young. A woman can explore. Maybe you've read some of the new novels, the ones that are like the old bodice-rippers on steroids."

The woman raised her eyes. "As a matter of fact I have. I find them very interesting."

"What's your name?"

"Janice."

"I'm Elizabeth. Would you like to have coffee sometime?"

"My lunch break begins in half an hour," Janice responded quickly. "I would very much like to talk with you. For my vicarious living of course, since I am a married woman."

"I was married too. When I think about what I was missing... Now show me some sexy bras and nightgowns, and we'll use up that half hour before we can get together in the coffee shop. If you're really interested I can tell you things that will really rock your boat."

"Oh, I'm interested."

Forty five minutes later they were sipping coffee in a booth in the ground floor cafe. Elizabeth's full shopping bag was on the seat beside her.

"Well, I spent a few bucks this morning," she said. "You are a good sales person."

"I do best when I'm honest about how clothes look on a customer. With you it was easy."

"I hope my new friend agrees with you. He will probably tire of me at some point, but I want to keep him as long as I can. I'm learning so much..."

Janice leaned forward. "I'm dying to hear more. Please tell me about yourself."

"Okay," Elizabeth replied. "But it's a two way street. You have to promise to let me in on your secrets."

"Agreed. I really need to talk with someone. Isn't it amazing how we feel so comfortable with each other so quickly."

"I've thought about that too. It's like we both recognize something in each other that is just below the surface. And I feel a strong need to share my recent experiences with another woman."

"I understand," Janice said. "I feel the same way about my fantasies. I need a friend who will understand and assure me that I am not crazy, or ... perverted."

An idea began to take shape in Elizabeth's mind. Here was an attractive woman who was sending off signals that she was turned on by thoughts of the kinds of things Roger had made real. Maybe Janice could be enlisted to participate. Roger would like that. He kept hinting that other women would be involved. He would like it if Elizabeth brought someone to him.

"Where shall I start?" Elizabeth mused. "I endured a dull marriage for ten years, and finally decided to get a divorce before life passed me by. My divorce lawyer did a great job and as of just a few days ago I am free with enough money in the bank so I don't have to work for a while. And no sooner was the divorce final than my handsome lawyer hit on me. He is very perceptive and saw that 'just below the surface' thing you referred to."

Janice gulped her coffee. "You mean the 'bodice-ripping on steroids' thing?"

A big smile appeared on Elizabeth's face. "Let's don't beat around the bush, Janice. It's referred to among us practitioners as 'the lifestyle', and it's all about sexual submission."

"Oh my! You are a real life practitioner?" Janice asked, wide-eyed.

"As of yesterday. It happened really fast. He took charge and led me step by step, until at this point I can't get enough. I've had more new sexual experiences in the last twenty four hours than in the past twenty four years. And I know things are coming that I can barely imagine at this point."

"Surely there must be limits!"

"For sure. I've heard of practices that are truly repulsive. But I think Roger's limits are probably about the same as mine, and he assures me he will respect my limits, as soon as we both find out what they are."

"Oh my... but I like the name, Roger. It implies strength. How far have you gone? Oh, I'm sorry. That is much too personal a question. It's just that I have only a few more minutes on my break and I'm positively drooling to know more."

"Give me your phone number so I can contact you. I would schedule something with you now, but I don't dare commit myself without Roger's permission. I have to be available to him when he wants me."

"Gracious! Here is my card. But we still have some time, and I want to hear more."

"OK, brace yourself. On the day the final divorce papers were signed he said he was no longer my lawyer, but potentially a good friend. Then he insisted on taking me to dinner. Afterward we went back to his office..."

Elizabeth then proceeded to tell Janice about the discussions concerning the lifestyle and her decision to go along, which led to the hidden closet full of sex toys, Roger's teasing her with the crop, and the bare bottom spanking while she held on to the window sill. Janice hung on every word and couldn't keep from squirming as Elizabeth described how Roger had followed the spanking by taking liberties with his fingers, nearly making her cum.

"And then he tied my hands behind my back and made me bend over this high bench, and he pulled off my panties, and he... he had his way with my... with my ass."

"Jesus..."

"Oh he didn't fuck me there, he just tormented me with his tongue and fingers until I let go and climaxed like I never had before."

"How did you feel after that... after the high had worn off. Weren't you humiliated that he had used you in that way?"

"Oh yea. That was the point. The loss of control and humiliation were what drove the high. It never wore off. He exercised his power over me all night, doing all kinds of things to my body, and making me do things to him. He took me to his downtown apartment and played with me in this huge bath tub. It was unbelievable!"

Janice was sucking in large gulps of air. "All this on your first date?"

"He convinced me to try the lifestyle, and once you have crossed that line, all the normal social conventions go out the window. You simply submit. That's what makes it so fantastic."

"I don't know if I could..."

"I didn't either. But I had those fantasies, and I was starting a new life, and I knew and trusted Roger. I don't know where it's going. I have been told to report to his office at five o'clock dressed to kill, and that's what I'm going to do."




Exploring the Lifestyle Ch. 02



Janice looked at her watch. "I have to get back. Please, please call me so we can talk again. This is so exciting. I envy you being single again and able to experiment."

"You don't have to be single to experiment," Elizabeth said with a smile. "You want to see what it's like, don't you Janice?"

"Ohh.. I don't know... I really have to go."

"I'll call you."

Elizabeth made sure that she entered Roger's office at exactly five o'clock. A stylish long coat concealed the sexy dress underneath, but George, the doorman, had stared at her four inch heels and smiled. It unnerved her that this man knew of all her comings and goings at all hours, but what could she do? She suspected he was getting some kind of vicarious thrill.

The reception area was empty, and she stood wondering whether she should announce herself before walking down the inner hall to Roger's office. Then suddenly she heard the door close behind her. Startled, she whirled and came face to face with Elaine, his secretary.

"Oh, I didn't know you were there," she blurted.

Elaine leaned back against the door and looked at her, saying nothing. A slight smile played on the pretty young woman's lips. It was like she was waiting for recognition to dawn, and when it did, Elizabeth almost choked.

"You're.... you're..."

"That's right Ms. Woods. I'm the dominatrix in the picture, the private picture you discovered snooping around Roger's apartment," she said in a superior tone. "He asked me to say late tonight to help in your punishment."

"Ohhh..."

Elaine turned and locked the door. "Everyone else has gone. It's just you, me, and Roger. Give me your coat."

Still in shock, Elizabeth clutched her coat tightly around her. "No way. Roger didn't say anything about you being here. Who are you anyway? You're not really a legal secretary are you?"

"Of course I am," Elaine chuckled. "And I'm damned good. But I'm something more, just like you are. Now give me your coat before I rip it off you!"

Elizabeth glared at her. The woman's demeanor was nothing like the persona of the dutiful secretary she had known on her previous visits, even though she was dressed much the same in a conservative business pants-suit. But her eyes radiated lust, and Elizabeth had forgotten how tall she was.

"I want to speak with Roger," Elizabeth spatted. "I don't have to take orders from you."

In a flash Elaine closed the distance between them and clutched Elizabeth's throat in her left hand, forcing the smaller woman to throw her head back. "Listen to me bitch," she growled as she stared down into her bug-eyed captive. "You're in the lifestyle now. It's not just you and Roger. There are tops and bottoms, and you're a bottom. Me, I go both ways, especially when Roger's involved. Now let me help you out of this coat."

Gasping for breath, all Elizabeth could do was stand with her back arched to try to relieve the pressure on her neck. She felt the buttons being popped on her coat as Elaine used her right hand to peal it away from her body. In a few seconds it was lying on the floor behind her.

Elaine released her and stood back. "Beautiful dress. Very becoming. And the backless feature will expose you to the flogger without having to remove anything, at least in the beginning. In the end of course, it will have to come off. You were so naughty, poking around in Roger's things like that."

"Ah there you are." Roger exclaimed, suddenly materializing in the room.

"Oh," was all Elizabeth could manage. In her state of shock she seemed to have lost touch with reality. Her anticipated evening with Roger had morphed into something else entirely. The look in Elaine's eyes and her words were sending chills down her exposed spine.

"Don't worry too much my dear," Roger said. "I will keep Elaine under control. Although she is quite upset with you. Very few people know her secret—the sweet, efficient secretary being in reality a demanding bisexual vamp of the first order. It took me quite a while to bring her true nature to the surface, much longer than it took me with you, but it has been well worth the effort. She is quite an asset in my social life."

Elizabeth backed away. "I thought it was going to be just you and me tonight," she whined. "We are still getting to know each other. Does she have to be here?"

He glared at her. "What did I tell you about being jealous and possessive? You are special to me, but this is part of your training. And you were a bad girl this morning."

"Please don't let her hurt me," she stammered.

"I told you I would watch over you, but you know you must be punished. The best course for you in your present circumstance is absolute obedience, both to me and to Elaine. Now both of you come with me back to my office. Elaine will want to get into the special cupboard."

Elaine stepped up to Elizabeth and grabbed her by her hair. Being a head taller than the older woman she easily controlled her, turning her toward the hallway. "Come along dear," she cooed. "The sooner you get it over with, the sooner you will be enjoying the afterglow."

With one hand grasping her hair, and the other cupping her ass, Elaine marched Elizabeth down the hall and into her boss's office. Roger followed, enjoying the scene and the sounds of alarm coming from Elizabeth. He thought of reminding her that she could use the magic word to call a halt to things anytime she wished, but decided not to. It would dampen the effect for all of them.

Elaine shoved Elizabeth into the middle of the office and stood back. Roger closed the door. "How do you want her," he asked Elaine as pushed the release to open the secret cupboard.

"I want to start by working over that creamy back with a five tail flogger. The traditional position with hands tied overhead would do nicely."

Roger smiled. "Good thing we have the special light fixture. Get her cuffed while I set up the pulley."

Glancing up at the ceiling light over her head Elizabeth saw a heavy decorative ring suspended below the glass globe. Desperately she tried to move out from under it, but Elaine was on her in a flash, holding her by an ear. "Where do you think you're going?" she barked. "Do as I say and stand still. Roger, please remind her that she is to obey me unconditionally."

"You heard her Elizabeth. When I turn you over to someone, you are to obey them as you would obey me. You agreed to that when you signed on for this adventure. You do understand, don't you Elizabeth?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes sir." The shock of Elaine's involvement was beginning to wear off, and the butterflies were fluttering again in her stomach.

"Give me your wrists," Elaine ordered. In half a minute the padded leather cuffs were buckled tight. A large metal ring was stitched into each cuff, providing the connector to attach to the hook on the rope from the pulley that was now slung under the light fixture.

"Up we go," said Roger as he pulled on the rope. "How tight to you want her?" he asked Elaine.

"Bring the bitch up on her toes," growled Elaine. "I'll get the whip."

"Oh Roger, I didn't bargain on this..." Elizabeth wailed as her arms were drawn upward.

"Be quiet," he snarled. "There, that's about right. You were pretty much on your toes already in those high heels. Now to tie this end of the rope around the leg of my desk... Perfect."

"Please..."

"Please what? I like you in this position. But I think we should give Elaine more to work with than just your back. Let's see if you followed my instructions about underwear."

Moving behind her, Roger gathered the dress skirt and raised it up over her bare ass. A quick tuck into the sash around her waist and she was exposed from her neck to her stocking tops, with only a splash of colorful fabric at her waist. The effect was incredibly erotic.

"My goodness, what delightful target!" exclaimed Elaine as she returned from the cupboard. A wicked-looking flogger dangled from her hand, the tails just touching the floor. Elizabeth had no way of knowing that the leather-looking thongs were really made of plastic and would sting but not bruise.

Elaine studied her. "She has a nice, tight ass for her age. What happened to her panties?"

"Tell her, my dear. What happened to your panties?" His hand traced the curve of her bare ass.

"You... you told me not to wear any..."

Elaine laughed. "Good girl to follow instructions. He tells me that sometimes too. And he always checks. I learned that it pays to obey. Shall we begin?" The flogger flashed up and the five tail ends traced lines up Elizabeth's ass cheeks.

"AHHH..." Elizabeth squealed and twisted her body in an attempt to deny Elaine access to her bare backside. In the process she bumped up against Roger, who was sitting casually on the edge of his desk. Her ass ended up nestled into his hands.

"Ummm..."

"Now Elizabeth, how is my secretary going to be able to carry out your punishment if you don't stand still? I can't hold you this way or she will be spanking the backs of my hands. I'm going to have to pin you by your tits so you can't turn away."

He took her by her hips and rotated her body so that she was facing him, her back once more exposed to Elaine. Her stiff nipples dimpled her dress, and his fingers closed on them, hard enough so that she knew it would hurt if she tried to pull free. She closed her eyes and tensed her muscles.

"You may proceed Elaine," he said. "Take it slow. I want her in the zone."

"Ah yes, the zone. The place where your mind goes blank and it's all sensation. I know it well. Have you really trained her to that level? Such nice skin, and that lovely, bulging rump. How sweetly she shivers when I draw the thongs up and down her back."

"Ohhh..Roger...."

"Open your eyes Elizabeth. Now Elaine!"

SWISH... SWISH... .SWISH...

Each blow was like a thousand little stings, never twice in the same place. The helpless woman jerked and shrieked, more from not knowing how far it was going than from actual pain. She felt Roger's fingers leave her nipples and dig into the sides of her breasts, still holding her, but now squeezing and twisting, stimulating her.

SWISH... SHISH... SWISH...

Roger watched her face closely. He could tell from her expressions how much pain she was feeling, and he wanted to make sure it was not too much. Elizabeth was still new to the game and had to be brought along carefully. If the pain were about to overwhelm her sexual response, he would stop the whipping immediately. So far her eyes continued to radiate lust.

Back and forth the sadistic secretary lashed the whip over her back and ass. No one blow was very hard, but the cumulative effect was setting her skin on fire. She twisted and danced at the end of the rope in a futile attempt to avoid the stings.

"OHHHH...... PLEASE....... MAKE HER STOP...."

Roger nodded at his secretary, and she stepped back, pouching her lips in a mock pout. He smiled at her. "Don't fret Elaine, it's not over yet."

"No more Roger, please... Keep her away from me...," wailed Elizabeth, her eyes tightly shut.

"Look at me Elizabeth," he said.

She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. His face was inches away. "I know you are getting wet. Spread your legs so Elaine can check you."

"NO ROGER.. she'll whip me there... I know she will!"

"Obey Elizabeth. Open your legs!"

The flogging had stopped, but Elaine's menacing presence was still looming behind her. The tails of the whip were caressing the backs of her legs. Elaine stepped closer and put her mouth up to her victim's ear. "Open your legs bitch. Absolute submission and obedience is your only choice, and you know you want to. I can be very good to you."

"Ohhhhhh.... "

Slowly she moved her feet outward. Roger kissed her forehead and diddled her nipples. "Good girl, now don't resist as Elaine checks you."

"First I want to make sure she has submitted," Elaine said. "She must open herself for the whip, should I chose to use it." With an expert twirling of her wrist Elaine made the thongs dance up the insides of Elizabeth's spread legs, flicking lightly at her skin, and getting ever closer to her shaved pussy.

"Please... please.... Ohhhhh..."

"Unh, Unh," croaked Elaine. "Keep those legs open... more... more... that's it. Now let's see..."

The young tormentor dropped down on one knee and lightly ran the fingers of one hand up the inside of her captive's right thigh. Just below the apex she felt the tell-tale slipperiness of the woman's arousal. She let her fingers slide up on the slick surface and onto the wet folds above.

"ARGAAGGHHAA...."

"She's totally wet," Elaine announced. "I'll bet I could make her cum in ten seconds."

"Is that true, Elizabeth? Is your hot little pussy craving Elaine's finger tips? What about her tongue? She's very good with it. She could lick you from your belly button to your coccyx. I know...she does it to me all the time."

"OOOHHH...."

"What about it Elaine? Want to taste this delicious fruit. She is so, so ripe."

Still on her knees, Elaine looked up at Roger and smiled. "Give her to me for an hour or two and she will never want a man again."

"Oh no," laughed Roger. "We can't have that. In fact, Elaine, you are getting much too uppity. Stand up and get out of that business suit."

Elaine rose and kissed Roger on the lips. "Are you going to punish me too, boss?"

"We shall see. Stand in front of Elizabeth and show her your young body. Do it slowly while I play with her tits."

"My pleasure. Watch and learn bitch. In the lifestyle you will often be ordered to strip in front of men, and women. If the man is not rock hard when you have finished, you have not done it properly, and you will suffer the consequences."

Elaine's gradual removal of her clothes was all the more erotic because of the conservative nature of her business suit. Strippers in bars usually began in costumes that were often sexier than the bodies underneath. Not so with Elaine. The shrugging off of the jacket, the tantalizingly slow unbuttoning of the starched blouse, the wiggling of her hips to urge the tight skirt to drop—all kept the viewers on edge, anxious to see what was coming. And Elaine's sexy under garments were in stark contrast to the prim pants suit.

"You like...", she purred as shy shimmied her overflowing bra in front of Elizabeth's face.

Roger looked over Elizabeth's shoulder and smiled. His hard cock pressed into her ass as he whispered into her ear. "She has big, pouty nipples, Elizabeth. And she loves having them sucked and chewed on. Don't you Elaine?"

"Ummm.. Can I make her do it now?"

"No, not now. Get naked. We both want to see all of you. Then you can finish what you started earlier. I believe our friend is ready."

Elaine held Elizabeth's eyes with her own as she cast off her bra and stepped out of her brief panties. Elizabeth was breathing hard, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Roger still had his hands on her tits, squeezing and twisting, with an occasional flick of a fingernail on a rigid peak.

Sticking out her tongue, Elaine moved up against Elizabeth and licked her face, while at the same time she pushed her naked body forward.

"Do you feel him?" she asked. "Did I do a good job?"

"Oh yes, I feel him all right. It's a good thing his pants are in the way."

"Won't be for long sweetie," Elaine replied.

"Down, Elaine," ordered Roger.

With a sinister grin on face Elaine dropped to her knees, dragging her pointy tits down Elizabeth's body in the process. Her mouth ended up directly in front of the panting woman's shiny pussy. Gently she placed fingers from both hands on the lips and opened them. Her tongue extended.

"AHHHRRRGGG..."

"Do it!" Roger urged. "She's done well."

The fingers and tongue moved and Elizabeth screamed and tore at her bindings. The light fixture jiggled and sagged, barely able to hold her thrashing body. Roger took her face in his hands and turning her head, kissed her deeply, lashing at her tongue with his own. Finally with a last shudder she sighed and collapsed her legs, letting her wrists hold all of her weight.

"My god," said Elaine, getting to her feet. "You've really got a hot one here."

"I know," he said. "Help me get her down."

Elizabeth was like a rag doll as they released her from the rope and helped her over to the couch. She couldn't believe she had orgasmed so fast. The cool leather soothed her still burning ass.

"My god Roger, that was intense," she said. "I never thought you would turn me over to another woman so soon. You continue to surprise me, and I continue to surprise myself."

The two of them stood looking down at her. Roger smiled and stroked her hair. "You did fine. It is important to keep up the momentum while I'm breaking you in. All you have to do is trust me, and enjoy."

She slumped against the back of the couch, her legs stretched out. He reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up to her waist and exposing her legs up to the tops of her thighs.

"She does have nice legs," said Elaine. "I want to see all of her. Surely you're not going to let her off so easy. And she should not be the only one to get to cum."

Roger laughed. His hard cock was straining against his tight pants. "Certainly not." He looked down at himself. "You can see how you both have made me uncomfortable with your antics."

"Let me help you boss," Elaine said grinning. "I'll just pull down your zipper... like this... and ease out this super hard cock... yes indeed... and we can make Ms. Woods take it her mouth."

Elizabeth starred as the naked secretary wrapped her hand around the base of Roger's long, hard erection and waved it front of her face. He sighed and leaned forward, and with her other hand, Elaine seized Elizabeth's hair and drew her head toward the bobbing target.

"Lick the pre-cum bitch," she ordered. "Use only your tongue until I tell you otherwise. I know what my boss likes."

"Wait!" Roger exclaimed. "Get her dress off first. I want to see her tits, and feel them on my cock. She has incredible nipples, big and super sensitive."

"Good idea. On your feet bitch. We'll do this nice and easy so we don't damage this gorgeous outfit."

Roger watched as Elaine found the hooks and snaps and pealed the tight garment from Elizabeth's shoulders and over her high breasts. The silk seemed to whisper as it dropped to the floor. Roger's erection stood straight out from his pants.

"Ingenious," marveled Elaine as the dress fell away. "No bra and yet it shaped her perfectly. I must check out these latest fashions. And I see what you mean about her nipples, so pinchable...."

"Ahhhh...."

"Pull on them," said Roger. "They get much longer than that."

"Ohhh goddd...."

"Getting hot again dearie?" mewed Elaine. "What if I suck on them just a bit? Need to get you in the right mood to give the boss a good blow job."

"Ahhhh....."

"That's enough Elaine. I'm about to explode just watching. Sit her down and put her to work."

"You heard him bitch. Remember, only your tongue in the beginning. And later swallow it all... I don't want to see any mess on his good pants."

Elizabeth sat up straight so that the familiar organ was right in front of her face, jutting upward at a slight angle. The odor of his arousal was unmistakable, and she could almost see the blood pumping as his stiff flesh palpitated inches away. Raising her eyes she savored his expression as her tongue made first contact. Now she was the one who had the power. There was no thought of holding back. She wanted to please him and show up the younger woman. Using only the very tip of her tongue she started on the underside at the base and moved slowly up toward the crown.

"Oh yea..."

"Good technique," said Elaine, sitting down on the couch beside her. "Now lather the head."




Exploring the Lifestyle Ch. 02



"I know what I'm doing," Elizabeth quipped. "Your turn to watch and learn."

"Now ladies, don't fight over me," laughed Roger. "You each have your own special talents... OH GOD that feels good...."

Her tongue was moving fast now, bathing the head in warm saliva, stimulating the sensitive nerve ends. Suddenly she wet her lips and eased them over the wet dome like a thick sauce being basted on a plum. At the same time she cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them gently against each other.

"JESUS..." he cried. "Where did you learn to do that?"

She raised her head, and using her other hand gripped his member and began a slow pumping action. "I'm inspired to please you to avoid further punishment from your witch of a secretary."

"Don't make me cum," groaned Roger. "I want you to help me fuck my horny secretary. She has a very tight pussy, as you will learn. The three of us are going to get to know each other very well."

"Yes sir," purred Elizabeth. "I'll show you that I can be in any scene you want."

"That's my girl. I'll tell you what I want you to do." He stepped back so that his on the verge cock was out of just out of range of Elizabeth's eager tongue. She licked her lips and pouted, tempting him to let her continue.

"No my dear," he said. "It's Elaine's turn now. How do you want it, Elaine?"

"I want it the way you did Barbara a few months ago, right here on this same couch. Your new friend here can help you the way I did with Barbara."

Roger smiled. "Works for me. On your back, Elizabeth, with your head at this end."

Elizabeth scrambled into position, not knowing what to expect, but ready for anything. The aroused secretary pulled the end table back from the armless couch, creating a space for her to stand. Elizabeth found herself looking up at Elaine's hairless, very moist pussy.

"So pretty... and so vulnerable," Elaine sighed. "Now dear I am going to lean over so that you can put that luscious tongue to work where it will do the most good, and Roger will have access to my ass. And I want you to put your right foot on the floor so your thighs will open up for my mouth to do some exploring."

"Ohhh... I've never done anything like this. Is he going to take you in the ass? Do you like that?"

"She likes it all right," Roger growled. "She's well broken in, just like you're going to be. Now do as she says."

Elaine's head came down until her lips touched the panting woman's stomach, just below her navel. Her tongue emerged and began a slow journey downward. She kept her legs straight, and swung her hips in a slow circle, offering her ass in a primitive display of need.

"I can't reach her," complained Elizabeth, struggling to raise her head to be able to make contact with the slippery flesh between the secretary's legs.

"Yes, I remember we needed a pillow last time," Roger said. "Here you go. Lift your head. There... nice and comfy? Stick out your tongue so I can see."

Elizabeth closed her eyes and swiped her tongue in an upward arc. It was like licking a piece of toast lathered with hot butter. The sexual aroma was over powering, and spurred her on. She kissed and licked and probed. Elaine moaned and clamped her mouth down on Elizabeth's pussy.

Roger stepped back to watch. Out of the corner of her eye Elizabeth noted at how wonderfully long and hard he was. Apparently he really liked having two women at his disposal. But she cringed as she thought of that thing going into her ass.

"That's what I like to see," he said before moving into position between Elaine's legs. Putting two hands on her hips he nuzzled his cock up toward her pussy. "Elizabeth, use your tongue to paint some of her juices on me. After the things I have done to her in the past I can open her easily, but we both like it better with a little lube."

In front of her face Elizabeth saw Roger's cock moving slowly back and forth over Elaine's pussy. She flattened her tongue against the underside, feeling the tight skin moisten as it drew the juices from between the lips that bordered the wet groove. Elaine mewed like a cat and rewarded her with a probe of her tongue.

"Good enough," Roger sighed. "You can keep licking her and my balls while I take my pleasure from her tight ass. Ummm... OH YEA...... Ahhhh...."

Elizabeth could feel the secretary's body shiver as she squirmed to accommodate the insistent intruder. A loud moan accompanied the movements.

"Do you really like this Elaine?" she asked between probes of her tongue. "What does it feel like?"

"OHHHH.... Yes... yes... I love it. You will too, you'll see. Ahhhhh... He's so strong. I'm totally filled and under his control. Keep licking..."

"I don't know how. Am I doing it right?"

"Oh yea... It comes naturally, like the golden rule, "Do unto others what you would have done unto you."

"You mean like this..."

"Yea... like that... tease it first with your tongue... and a little nibble..."

"Ummmm..."

"God Roger.... you are sooo deep... and her tongue...."

"I'm in all the way sweetheart. Now I will take my time enjoying your spasms."

"YYESSSS..."

An hour later the three of them were seated in a corner table at one of Roger's favorite restaurants. The waiter had raised his eyes at the contrast between Elizabeth's backless sheath and Elaine's business suit, but said nothing. Elizabeth felt that her more glamorous attire made up for at least some of Elaine's more youthful beauty.

After one glass of wine the older woman was horny again. She marveled that her inhibitions seemed to have totally evaporated. "I feel cheated," she said after they had placed their orders. "Elaine got to have you inside her, and all I got was a good licking."

Roger laughed. "The night is young. I'm taking both of you back to my apartment after dinner. Then we'll deal with your complaint. What do you say, Elaine?"

The young woman smiled. "I think she is a pushy broad, but I like her. Are you going to share her with our special friends?"

"In due time. I want her to get to know you first, to get her comfortable with multiple partners, and to let her see how you never know about the people you meet every day."

"I'm curious," Elizabeth said to Elaine. "How did you first get involved in the lifestyle?"

Elaine grinned and took Roger's hand. "I was initiated by this man, just like you. Oh, I was predisposed, having had submission fantasies since I was fourteen, and I liked playing games where I was a kind of superwoman and made the other girls obey me. And later the boyfriends that excited me the most were the ones who treated me rough. But I didn't know about the lifestyle and how good it could be until I met Roger."

"When was that?"

"I started working as a paralegal in his office two years ago. I liked that he was handsome and rich, and we flirted from my first day. As time went on we both floated

those little innuendos that indicate a kind of interest in kinky sex. One evening six months ago we were working late and I gave him a legal document that was missing a whole section. My computer had somehow deleted it. He told me that I was going to have to be punished, and that if I refused to accept what he had in mind I would lose my job."

"Oh my.."

"Yea, my heart was in my throat and my pussy was wet. He led me into the conference room and told me to lean over the table on my stomach. He said I had been teasing him long enough, and now I was going to pay the price. I gripped the far edge of the table and waited. I figured he was going to fuck me, but I didn't know what he was going to do first."

The waiter appeared with their dinners, and the women fell silent. Roger looked from one to the other, highly amused. He observed how Elaine's account had flustered Elizabeth and made her fidget in her seat. "Are you uncomfortable my dear? Would you like to go to the powder room and put some cold water on your face. I'm sure the waiter will keep your diner warm for you."

"Oh no.. that's not necessary.. please let's just eat."

"Very good madam," said the waiter. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"No thank you," Roger responded. "My friend has recovered sufficiently to enjoy her dinner."

The waiter bowed and left. Elizabeth was mortified that she had responded so strongly to Elaine's story. Her new friends would think she was a slut of the first order.

Elaine smiled at her. "No need for you to be ashamed," she said. "I still get goose bumps when I think about that night. Do you want to hear the details?"

She took a large sip of wine. "I don't know. I'm already about to cum in my pants. But I'm beyond being ashamed. Please continue."

"Remember you don't have on any pants," Roger snickered.

"I didn't forget, sir. It was just a figure of speech. I'm well aware of my exposure down there. Go on, Elaine. I think I can control myself."

"If not, I'll take you into the kitchen and spank you with a spatula in front of all the cooks."

"I really believe you would. There would be lots of late dinners. Come on Elaine, give."

"Well, there I was, stretched across the conference table. Roger pulled up a chair so he could sit with my bum right in front of him. He took his sweet time pulling up my skirt, which was quite tight on my hips. Then he worked it under me so it was bunched up clear to my waist. I felt the cool air on my legs, but he didn't touch me for a good minute. I was wearing a thong, and he seemed to be studying my ass. Finally I felt a single fingernail trace a line over one bulging cheek, down to my thigh, and back up over the other cheek. I squirmed and he smacked me, telling me to hold still."

"How could you possibly.."

"I couldn't. I was so turned on my thong was soaked. I could smell myself from clear across the table, so I knew what he was getting. The next thing I felt was his hand sliding up my thigh and under my thong, gripping me."

"Ohhh..."

"His other hand followed up the other thigh, and my cheeks were squeezed and pinched until I was bouncing my hips on the table. All the while he was talking to me, telling me what a naughty secretary I was, and how I needed to be spanked at least once a week, and that I was not to wear thongs or panties anymore. As he said that he jerked my thong down and pushed it to the floor. He put his foot on it and made me lift my feet one at a time. God did I feel vulnerable.."

"I guess you were."

"Even more so when he forced my legs apart and moved his chair forward. My hips were just at the edge of the table, so my pussy was easily accessible. He held it in one hand while he spanked me with the other."

"Gracious..."

"I cried and hollered, but he kept it up, saying he was trying for an even shade of pink. Just when I didn't think I could take any more, he stopped. He told me not to move, that he wanted to show his work to another lawyer who was still in the office."

"NO!"

"Oh yes, you may have seen him. His name is James, very good looking. I lay on the table while Roger went to get James. You can imagine my humiliation when the two of them came back. James ran his hand over my ass and commented on the heat. Roger asked him to help getting my clothes off so that they both could fuck me. And he did. And they did. Right on the conference table, in all kinds of positions. I came and came."

"I'll bet Roger was delighted."

"Oh yes, he loves sharing his conquests, with both men and women, as you now know."

Through all this Roger was watching them, a slight smile on his face. Casually he reached across the table and pinched a nipple on each of them. "My subs," he said. "You love it as much as I. Now finish your dinners so we can go to bed. More adventures await." 



Exploring the Lifestyle



"Sometimes."

"Does that heighten your excitement? Look at me."

His eyes burned into her. The wetness increased. "Yes," she breathed. "The idea of being restrained and helpless does raise my temperature a notch or two."

They both took bites of their food, their eyes challenging each other. Roger was intent on testing her, and Elizabeth was determined to keep up with him. She was tired of being the proper conservative, sexless woman.

"What about being blindfolded while the pirate captain has his way with you?" he continued as if he were talking about the weather. Elizabeth gulped but responded in kind. "I hadn't thought of that, but I suppose it would eliminate distractions and focus the mind."

"And what if the captain invited his first mate to participate in your ravishment?"

This question shook her, and her cheeks blushed scarlet as she pictured what it would be like to be bound and blindfolded as two men had their way with her. The butterflies in her stomach flapped their wings. "Oh my... my fantasies never went that far," she finally replied. 

"And what if one of the pirates was a woman? Have you ever been with another woman Elizabeth?"

Immediately Elizabeth's mind flashed to the time when she was just eighteen and her roommate had come in late and gotten into bed with her. The girl had been drinking and said she was so frustrated by her date's lack of sexual interest in her. The comforting hug from Elizabeth had exploded into a wild session of sexual experimentation. Both were embarrassed the next day, and it never happened again. But Elizabeth still remembered the feel of the girl's tight body and the sensations from her nibbling teeth and probing tongue.

"I...," she began and then stopped. It was just too personal. She could not tell him. At least, not yet.

But her lack of response told Roger all he needed to know. It was clear that no matter what her experience had been, Elizabeth was not turned off by the idea of sex with another woman. Her cheeks were flushed, but she was not outraged by any of his questions. He decided to press on in another direction.

"When was the last time you were spanked Elizabeth?"

Relieved that he did not insist on knowing about her brief Lesbian relationship, Elizabeth answered quickly. "My father never spanked me. My ex swatted me on the bottom a few times, but in a playful manner. I tried to egg him on, but he never pursued it. I guess I never been really spanked. Are you going to spank me, Roger?"

Roger just smiled. "Finish your dinner," he said.

"I'm done. It was delicious."

"Would you like desert?"

"No thank you. Now that I'm a single girl I have to watch my figure."

"Your figure is superb, and that dress shows it off well."

"Thank you kind sir."

Now that dinner was over Elizabeth was even more nervous. She did not want the evening to end, but was unsure of what to do. Was all that talk about punishment real? she wondered.

Roger waved at the waiter, who scurried over. "We are leaving now," he said. "Put the dinner on my bill and add twenty percent for yourself."

The waiter thanked him, and Roger stood. "Come Elizabeth. We have some unfinished business in my office. Then I will call a taxi to take you home."

He took her hand and led her out of the restaurant. They reached the sidewalk and turned back toward Roger's office building. "I feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter," she quipped.

"The only things that are going to be slaughtered are your old hang ups about sex," he said, squeezing her hand. "You are still a young woman and I have to ask you, are you on birth control?"

My god, she thought. There's no doubt about the reason for that question. He's going to take me in his office! Will it be on the conference table? On the floor? Do I have any say in this?

"Yes," she said, snapping out of her reverie. "I started on the pill years ago and just never stopped. Not that it mattered in my situation."

"Maybe you were hoping to run into a man like me," Roger said with a smile.

"Maybe so," she agreed. How did he know that? she pondered. I was wishing someone would come along to force me out of my bad marriage.

Nothing else was said on the short walk to Roger's building. George, the doorman, saw them coming and opened the door. "Back so soon, Mr. Carlton. Did you forget something?"

"No George. Ms. Woods and I have some things to take care of in my office. We will probably be a while."

"Very good sir. I will make sure you are not disturbed."

"Thank you George. Come Elizabeth. I am most anxious to wrap things up, so to speak."

Yet again Elizabeth felt the color infuse her cheeks. The insinuation was that she was going to be the thing that was wrapped up. Did George know what was about to happen to her? Is that was what was behind his remark about their not being disturbed? Was this a common occurrence at the office?

In the elevator Roger took her into his arms and kissed her. His lips were soft, and he did not force her. He wanted to show her respect and only take her where she wanted to go, which he was pretty sure was the same place he had in mind. Maybe he had finally found a kindred spirit who was intelligent, beautiful, and open to be trained to please him.

He lifted his head and stroked her cheek. "Elizabeth if I do anything to you, tonight or ever, that you want stopped, just say the word 'uncle'. I promise I will stop, at least temporarily."

She shivered in his arms. "Is that what they mean by a 'safe word' in 'the lifestyle'?" she whispered coyly.

"Yes," he laughed. "But once you are really in 'the lifestyle' with a trusted partner you can forget it. Your partner will know when to stop, and it is more exciting to leave that decision to him, or her."

"Are you going to lead me into 'the lifestyle'?" she asked as the elevator doors opened.

"We shall see. Come now. I want to show you the night view from my office window."

Roger put his arm around Elizabeth's waist and guided her down the hall. She snuggled against him, feeling desired and protected. His hand wandered over her hip, savoring the smooth, feminine curve. The silky fabric of her sheath dress molded to her body and seemed to lubricate a path for his exploring fingers. He wondered whether the stiffness in his pants was obvious to her.

**

It was. Elizabeth's mind was churning in overdrive. She knew that as soon as they entered Roger's office things were going to get very hot very fast. I want this, she thought, but I have to protect myself. For all I know he is going to sweep me into the infamous lifestyle this very night, and I know so little about it. Some of those internet stories and pictures are disturbing, to say the least. They reached the door, and he unlocked it. "After you, my dear," he said gallantly. "Go through the reception area into my office. You know the way." His office door was open, and the lights from the city coming through the large windows provided more than enough illumination. She crossed the area quickly and turned to him immediately after entering the office. "Roger, I want you to tell me more about the lifestyle that you are a part of. 

Roger smiled at her reassuringly. If she wanted to know details about the lifestyle that meant she was serious about becoming a part of it. He resolved to go slowly, pushing her a little at a time until she was totally under his control. There was no doubt in his mind about the depth of her smoldering lust or her proclivities; it all depended on breaking through the social taboos. He had seen it before.

"Of course," he said. "Now that we are in a private place we can talk freely. Come sit down. Would you like a drink?"

"No thank you," she said. "I've had quite enough." I don't need to have more alcohol suppressing my inhibitions further than they already are. I could so easily just turn myself over to him, and it frightens me.

Elizabeth sat in one of the large leather chairs in the furniture grouping in the middle of the large office. A matching chair and a long leather sofa bordered by a heavy wooden coffee table completed the set. Roger's desk was along the outside wall, positioned so that when he sat in the big executive chair his back was to the window. A mahogany bar stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling bookcase on a side wall. The other side wall contained a door that Elizabeth knew led to a private bathroom.

I doubt I can get out of this chair without help, she thought as she sank deeply into the luxurious embrace of the soft leather. Her already short skirt rode up over her knees, and she struggled with her hands to get it down.

"Don't," Roger said so sternly that she jerked her hands up like she had touched a hot stove. "You have lovely legs. Don't deny me the pleasure of admiring them."

She put her hands on the armrests of the chair and crossed her legs. The dress hitched up a little more, exposing a band of white flesh above the band at the top of her thigh high stockings. I do have good legs. Let him look.

He was standing at the bar pouring himself a bourbon over ice. "That's better," he said as he gazed frankly at her slender legs. "Now what would you like to know?"

"Please come sit down," she said lightly. "I feel like I'm a bird caught in a trap in this chair, with you looming over me ready to pounce."

He sat on the couch opposite her. "I promise not to pounce until all your questions are answered. After that..."

"Yes, well, I want to know more about your involvement with this thing called the 'lifestyle'. How involved are you? Who are the others? How often do you do things with them? What kind of things? The mind boggles with the implications of my becoming involved with you."

He chuckled. "But the mind is also intrigued, is it not?"

"Not only the mind," she murmured. "But talk to me."

"Okay. For me the term 'lifestyle' refers loosely to a network of people who are sexually aroused by the idea of one person having power over the other. The submissive person is forced to let go and accept whatever is done to them or they are required to do. The dominant partner gets off on having that power and creating the sexual high for both parties. If you are bent in that direction it is the best sex in the world. It covers a broad range of behaviors, from bondage and discipline, to humiliation, to master-slave relationships. Role playing and group activities are often involved. There are some extreme groups where sadism is involved, but I steer clear of them."

"Are people you think of as 'ordinary' involved in this kind of thing? How many are they?"

"You will be amazed. They are all around you. Most of them practice only in their minds; they are too scared to 'come-out'. But recently there has been more written in the press about it, and of course the internet has opened a lot of people's eyes. The negative social stigma is still there, but I think someday soon the so-called 'life-stylers' will be coming out of the closet just like the gays did."

"With gays you can usually recognize them by their looks or mannerisms. Can you do that with 'life-stylers'?"

He laughed. "No. You have to get to know them. You watch for clues, like how they react to erotic pictures, or news stories. They are people for whom sex is a big factor in their lives. Sometimes they are natural risk-takers, but sometimes they are conservative, like you, and need to be coaxed."

Elizabeth blushed. "What did you see in me that made you think I would be interested?"

"You reveled more about your sexual nature than you realized during our conversations about your failed marriage. I saw your frustration. And I noted that you liked deferring to me when I asserted myself. And of course people generally know when they are sexually attracted to someone and when that someone feels the same way."

"My goodness, you are certainly observant. But I never imagined that I would be considering actually adopting the lifestyle. I need to know more about it. Is there some kind of formal association?"

"It's not like joining a country club," he chuckled. "You don't make an application and sign papers. You can experiment, and stop anytime. There are some groups that meet regularly, and some of them even have a clubhouse where there are special rooms. But mostly it's just like-minded people enjoying each other's company, and it can be a monogamous relationship involving only two people."

"What niche do you occupy in this society?"

"I see myself as an open-minded, free spirit. I have friends in various groups, but belong to none. Sometimes I attend group events, but generally I prefer to have an intense relationship with one woman, assuming I can find someone who likes what I do. There are lots of kinky things that turn me off."

"I sense that spanking is not one of those turn offs."

Roger set his glass on the coffee table and leaned forward until he could put his hand on her bare knee. "A sensual spanking can be the gateway to incredible passion."

Her breath caught in her throat. "But doesn't it hurt? What about the pain? Do you use just your hand?"

He laughed. "If I used only my hand, my hand would hurt more than your bum. My hand will be employed other ways. But don't concern yourself with details and destroy the mystery. Believe me, any momentary pain will be overwhelmed with other emotions. It's like a runner's high."

She was not convinced. "How do you know? Have you ever been the 'spankee'?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Switching roles can be fun."

"Well that's something," she giggled. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander."

"The key thing is trust," he said seriously. "You have to believe that your partner cares about you and has your best interests at heart. It's not about pain for pain's sake. For me it is not exciting unless my partner is excited. But there are some crazies out there, so you have to know whom you're dealing with."

"And what happens to these women after you finish playing with them? Do you toss them aside in favor of fresh blood, so to speak?"

He squeezed her knee. "Relationships among people who relish the lifestyle are like relationships everywhere. They last as long as both people want them to. Like all relationships they are multi-dimensional in terms of meeting each other's needs; it's not all about sex. I've had long term affairs with half a dozen women in my life, but something was always missing. I never came close to getting married."

"I would have been better off not getting married either," she observed.

"Look Elizabeth, don't try to deal with every eventuality up front. Go with the flow and see where it leads you. I will keep you safe."

She lowered her eyes. His explanations had reassured her. "Okay, I guess," she said softly.

"Good girl. Now let me help you up. I want to show you something."

Clasping her wrist he propelled her out of the chair. "My goodness you are strong," she exclaimed. "No wonder I'm afraid of you."

"No need to be. Come over to my special bookcase."

He led her behind the bar and pushed a hidden clasp at the end of one of the book shelves. An entire section, books and all, popped open on silent hinges. Behind was a peg board wall on which were hung an assortment of paddles, whips, restraining devices, gags, blindfolds, and other sex toys, including a number of sealed plastic bags containing probes and vibrators.

"OH MY..." she gasped.

Roger watched her closely, gauging her reaction. He recognized the excitement in her eyes. It was the same way he reacted when exposed to a new display of items of sex toys in a store or in someone's bedroom. "This is only a sample of my collection," he said. "I have much more in the special rooms in my country home."

Elizabeth breathed deeply. She was mesmerized by the implications of what she was seeing, her nerves electrified.

"The time for talking is over," Roger said as he extracted a riding crop from its hook. He brought the tip up under her chin. "Put your hands on your head and walk over in front of the windows. From this moment on you will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"

His take-charge manner broke through the last of her reservations. A rush of arousal surged through her body. She wanted this. "Yes Sir," she said. "I understand."

With one hand on the back of her neck and the other keeping the crop on her throat he marched her to the window. The lights from outside played across her body, highlighting her hips and thrusting breasts. She stood straight in her four inch heels, her shoulders back.

He pressed the flap on the crop against her cheek and whispered in her ear. "Now I am finally going to explore this woman who has been hiding her inner self from me all these weeks. Keep your hands on your head."

"Ahhh..."

The crop moved over her forehead and down the other cheek. "Close your eyes," he said.

She grimaced as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. All her senses focused on the insidious leather pad that was blazing a trail down her neck and through the valley between her breasts. Her body tensed, and she let out a low moan.

The teasing tip continued slowly downward, now turned on its side so that the rigid edge cut a shallow groove in her stomach. Unconsciously she thrush her hips forward, aching for the probe to touch her where she most wanted it.

His lips were an inch from her ear. "Very nice," he whispered. "I see that so far your body likes the attentions of the crop." He licked her ear. "We'll see how that holds up when it begins to punish you."

A shiver shook her body from her head to her feet. "Oh god, Roger.... your tongue..."

"Ah... sensitive ears too. Tormenting you is such fun. Now hold still..."

He held the crop like a violin bow and let it drop to the juncture between her thighs. The tight dress transferred the pressure directly to her eager pussy. After a pause he began to stroke her with the crop edge, up and down, in and out of the slippery groove. She groaned and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"I told you not to move," he scolded and removed the crop. "You will be trained to obey. That's three transgressions to punish you for: being five minutes late, failing to tell me about your sexual attraction to other women, and not controlling your body under the mildest of stimulations. I think we'll start with a spanking for being late, shall we say five smacks for each minute?"

"Please sir.. that sounds like a lot.. this is all so new... I'm not so sure about this.."

"Nonsense. We both know you are ready. You have your safe word, but I will be very disappointed if you use it." He ran his hand over her ass, sliding the dress material as he examined her. "A perfect ass for spanking," he said. "Nice and tight and not too big... each cheek its own half volleyball. So many possibilities..."

"Ohhh..." 

"Now let's see how well you can follow instructions. Bend over and put your elbows on the windowsill. Keep your legs straight. You can open your eyes and enjoy the view."

The window sill was a marble slab, about ten inches wide, and twenty inches off the floor. Elizabeth lowered hands from her head, glad to feel the blood flow back into her fingers. She bent at the waist, curled her arms, and rested her elbows on the cool surface. The position make her ass the highest point on her body. Roger had used this arrangement before, and loved the lewd effect.

"Oh god, this makes me so vulnerable!" she whined.

"That's the idea," Roger said as he pulled over his wheeled desk chair. He sat directly behind her and put his hands back on her ass. Her dress was stretched tightly over the protruding domes, and he could not get his fingers on her lower cheeks or thighs. "This will not do," he said. "Your dress is interfering with your pending chastisement. It must come up out of the way."




Exploring the Lifestyle



"NOO...." she whaled instinctively.

SMACK

His hand landed smartly on the center of her ass. "What did you say?" he growled.

The sting startled her but also resulted in a gush of wetness that trickled down the inside of her thigh. "Nothing Sir," she said quickly. "You can do with my dress as you like."

"That's better. I'll just work it up over your hips... like so..."

She clamped her eyes shut and tensed her muscles. It won't be long now. I hope he touches my pussy while he spanks me. God I'm hot...

"Well, well... look at the skimpy little thong. You were expecting to be spanked tonight, weren't you?"

"No sir," she lied.

"Extra spanks for lying," he warned.

She tried to explain. "I didn't know what to expect. I just wanted to look good and be sexy for you."

"That you achieved. "Now let's see how sexy you are feeling." He ran his fingers over the bare flesh of her ass and down into the crack between her legs. "Spread your feet," he ordered.

Her pussy was aching for his touch, and she complied as fast as she could twist her ankles to shuffle her feet outward. He put the edge of one finger along the groove on the top of her panties and sawed it gently back and forth.

"OHHH... AHHHH...." It felt so good she thought she might cum straight away, but he pulled back.

"Ah, all slippery skin except for one carefully groomed patch. Just the way I like it. And soaking wet, just as I thought," he chortled. "You are one hot bitch aren't you Elizabeth?"

"Yes Sir... I am a hot bitch... please..... I need more...."

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK 

Roger pulled his hand back and applied four quick blows, two on each ass cheek. She howled and twisted her hips, but held her position. A rivulet escaped from her thong to run down her thigh.

"Count your spanks," he said. "Start at six, you've already received five."

"YES SIR," she replied, not wanting to give him any excuse to add extra spanks. Her ass burned. She did not see how she was going to endure twenty more swats.

The next hit was with the crop, not hard, more of a flick with just the flap. He followed with half a dozen more, each finding fresh skin to redden.

Tap...tap...tap...tap...tap...TAP

Elizabeth counted as fast as she could. "Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, ELEVEN."

"Very good. Let's see about the effect on your hot pussy. Time to get rid of these panties. Down they come... Good... Now step out of them... NO NO, leave your heels on... so much sexier that way... Now feet apart... Oh my, look at all the nice smooth skin... I'll just run my fingers around a bit...."

"OHHH GODDDDD....'

"And such a nice trim runway to land my tongue on, but that will come later, you still have fourteen more spanks coming."

She thought she would die when he took his hand away. She had been so close... Once again she tensed for the stings that she knew were coming. He will spank me harder this time, she thought. But I can take it. It's not as bad as I feared. And it makes me sooo hot.

But Roger did want to let her off too easy. He swung the crop so that the leather shaft landed hard along the tops of her thighs.

"UMMPHHH.." she yelped. "That really smarts."

"Count!" he ordered.

"Twelve!"

WHAP "Louder!"

"THIRTeen."

WHAP WHAP "LOUDER!"

"ohhh Ohhh FOURTEEN.... Ahhhh.... FIFTEEN!"

It's time to put her to the test, Roger thought. He drew back the crop and rested the tip on the floor between her splayed legs. Then with a snap he brought it up sharply against her hairless pussy.

"AAAGGGGRRRR...." she screamed and collapsed on the floor. The momentary pain was intense, but faded quickly and was soothed by another rush of wetness. She lay on her side on the floor, breathing hard. What's the matter with me? she thought. Why am I letting him to this, and why is it so arousing? If he touches me now I'll cum for sure!"

"Tsk, tsk," Roger said, shaking his head. "You have disobeyed and abandoned your position. I can see I'm going to have to resort to more extreme measures to insure compliance with my instructions. Wait there."

He placed the crop on his desk and walked back to the bookcase. Reaching to a high peg, he took down a pair of padded wrist cuffs. Then from a recessed niche in the bottom of the bookcase he pulled out what looked like a padded piano bench. He put the cuffs on the bench and carried it over to the window.

"This is a special bench. I'm going to put in front of the window. You are to get up and lean over it. Put your hands behind your back." 

Elizabeth struggled to her feet. She didn't know what to do other than to obey him. The bench hit her in mid-thigh. He took her hands gently in his and secured the cuffs. Now she was helpless with her arms bound behind her. "Down bitch," he said and pushed her head to force her to her knees, her stomach pushed up against the seat of the bench. "Lean forward," he commanded. 

His voice seemed to pervade her being. She was still riding a sexual wave and would do whatever he said. The bench was soft, comforting; and then it slowly started to rise. He was pumping a lever like the arm on a barber's chair that adjusted the seat height. In a few seconds she found herself lying across the bench with her feet barely touching the floor. Her head hung down on the other side, and with her hands bound behind her she did not think she had the strength to rise even if she wanted to.

"Now you are unable to resist," he said. "Your ass and pussy are mine to do with as I wish. But I will spare you the severe stripes of the crop. I want your ass red, but without welts. Don't go anywhere while I fetch the right implement."

All she could do was grind her pussy against the edge of the seat cushion as she waited for him to come back with whatever he was going to use on her. She needed desperately to cum. In a few seconds he returned with a kind of rubber whip, about the same size and shape as a ping pong paddle, but with a slightly longer handle. "This will do nicely," he explained. "It is very flexible and has a big surface. Your ass will bounce and your pussy will ooze. When I think you are ripe, I am going to fuck you. Start your count again at sixteen."

SPLATT The soft rubber seemed to mold itself to the bulge of her ass, spreading the sting over a wide area.

"Ahhh... sixteen!"

Roger sat back and worked the whip rapidly back and forth, first a forehand, then a backhand, barely giving her time to shout out the numbers. Her cries became more and more frantic her skin became more and more tender and the heat built. Finally after number twenty-three he stopped. She was breathing hard and sobbing.

"Ohh god.. that was almost too much," she wailed. "My bottom is on fire!"

"It's not your bottom, it's your ass. Now thank me for teaching you a lesson."

Desperate to delay the last two spanks she replied quickly. "Yes.. thank you Sir... thank you for spanking my ass."

"You're welcome. I'm saving the last two for another part of your anatomy. But now you deserve a little relief."

From a cavity under the bench seat he retrieved another one of his special toys: a plastic bottle containing an expensive lotion that had remarkable soothing qualities. It was also a very good lubricant, and smelled and tasted like coconut custard. Elizabeth wiggled her ass in appreciation as he squirted a long line of the mixture from the top of one thigh up over her cheeks and down to the other leg. Then he used his fingers to gently massage it into her hot skin.

"Ohhh... that's good... more.... Ah yes.... Ummm... OH No, no, not there!"

His finger had followed a thick stream down the crack of her ass to rest on her tightly puckered opening. "Yes here. Do as I say and relax. Every part of you is mine."

"OHHH Roger... I don't know..."

With his other hand Roger scooped up a large dollop and reached up between her thighs. Gently he worked it over and between her lips. A finger, then two, slipped inside her. She sucked in her breath, and all resistance collapsed in a rush of lust. He smiled as her ass cheeks relaxed.

"This is what it means to give up control. Feel how satisfying it can be. Now let loose of your sphincter."

"AAHHGRRR..."

The tip of his right index finger penetrated her outer ring, while at the same time the fingers on his left hand pumped slowly in and out of her pussy. Totally immersed in the sensations she began humping the cushion on the bench, gasping and moaning. He had not intended to make her cum at this stage, but she was so far gone that he felt compelled to take her all the way. He knew that a mind blowing orgasm right after a spanking would go a long way to addicting her to his kind of sex. Fucking her could come later.

Slipping out of his chair, he knelt on the floor between her splayed legs. With an arm under each knee he lifted her thighs to rest on his shoulders. His mouth was then in position to tongue her clit, and her ass was still accessible to his finger. 

The assault began with a long lick through the furrow of her pussy and back to her rosebud. Then another, and another, and then a brief dab of his tongue on the exposed clit. Elizabeth's sighs and groans increased in volume and tempo as her passion built. She had never felt anything like this. Her mind was cleared of everything as she focused on the pleasure centered in her groin.

"OHHH... YESSSS.... SOOOO GOOOD......

Roger increased the pressure from his tongue and lips at the same time returned his finger tip to her ass. She was trembling uncontrollably and unable to protest as his finger wormed its way into position. He was about to explode himself from the excitement of seeing her in this state. It was time. He lowered his head a bit more so he could trap her clit between his teeth and his tongue, and simultaneously shoved his finger up into her ass.

"WWWWOOOOO...." Elizabeth screamed as the orgasm overtook her. Her body writhed and twisted on the bench, but he had impaled her deeply and was able to keep her under his control. His tongue maintained its contact with her throbbing clit, pressing, twirling.... Spasm after spasm racked her, and he never let up.

Finally her muscles went limp. Mercifully he withdrew his mouth and finger and lowered her legs. "Don't try to talk," he said gently. "Let yourself savor the afterglow. I'm going to release your wrists and help you up."

She felt like a limp rag as he put his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. He turned her toward him and enveloped her in his arms. With her head against his chest she managed to find her voice. "I've never, ever felt anything like that."

"I'm so glad," he said. From experience he knew that women were at their most vulnerable right after a disciplining session gave them a mind-blowing orgasm. After that there was no way they could deny their sexually submissive natures. He had only to order and they would obey.

"Kiss me," he said.

Elizabeth raised her face to him and accepted his thrusting tongue deeply in her mouth. Her arms went around his neck; her naked hips pushed up against his hardness. The still smoldering fire in her lower belly flickered and then flamed. Hungrily she danced her tongue around his, and when he withdrew she followed, never breaking contact. He trembled with his desire for her.

At last she turned her head to the side. At the same time she dropped a hand to his crotch and felt him. "You poor man," she crooned. "You've taken me to the moon and gotten nothing for yourself. Let me take care of you."

"Oh, I certainly will. The night is young. But you haven't even taken off your dress."

She stepped back and looked down at the dress bunched around her waist. "I'm essentially naked from the waist down," she said. Do you want me to take off my stockings?"

"No. Leave them on. It's very sexy the way they grip your thighs just below your sweet pussy. And leave the heels on too. You must always wear heels when with me. However it is time to uncover the top of you."

"The zipper is in the back."

"Turn around."

There were actually two zippers, one along her backbone, and another along the side of the tight skirt. He found them both and quickly the dress was a heap on the floor. As soon as she could she arched her back, offering him her breasts, half enclosed in her skimpiest push-up bra.

"Beautiful," he said. "Walk around for me. Show me how sexy you are."

Obediently Elizabeth paraded around the office, posing and teasing him. He sat on the edge of his desk, watching her every move, aware that any pressure on his long suffering erection could set him off. She came and stood before him, her hands on her hips and a sultry smile on her face.

"Lose the bra," he said.

Keeping her eyes on his she reached behind and undid the clasp. The cups dropped to the floor. Her breasts were not large, but they sat high and firm on her chest, the long nipples erect and pointing right at his face.

He raised his hands and let the mounded flesh settle into his palms. "Magnificent. Let's see how sensitive they are." Both thumbs worked their way up the slopes and settled on her nipples, beginning a slow agitation. He could hear her breathing pick up as her excitement built. Her hand dipped to his crotch, seeking out the long, hard shape.

"Not that way," he said, taking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "I want you on your knees, using only your mouth." Sharp pinches on her nipples reinforced his command. Once again she felt a surge of wetness on her thighs.

"Yes Sir," she cried. "God that hurts so good...."

After a final twist and pull he released her. Down she went, her face ending up right opposite the bulge in his pants. "You can use your hands to get access to what you want," he said. "But after that, only your mouth and tongue."

With trebling hands she unbuckled his belt and slowly lowered the zipper. Breathing in the powerful aroma of his arousal, she pushed his briefs and pants down his musclular legs. A gasp escaped her lips as she uncovered the rigid cock with its mushroom head. The copious precum on the tip told her how ready he was.

"Do you like what you see?"

She looked up at him with hot eyes. "Oh, yes Sir. I like it very much. In fact I intend to worship it."

"You may proceed," he said imperiously, knowing full well that it was she who was going to be in control now.

Her tongue snaked out and licked at the precum. Roger moaned deeply and thrust his hips forward. 

This is what I want, she thought as she dabbed at him with her tongue. He is so strong and powerful all over. My ex was never as big and hard as this. I love it that he tells me what to do, and that he makes my senses hum. I can still feel the delicious tingle from the spanking. He knows how to treat me. Now it's my turn to please him.

"Enough teasing," he growled. "Another time I will have you do this for hours, but I'm too far gone. Take me deep, clear to the back of your throat."

Elizabeth opened her mouth and engulfed him. She had never had such a large cock in her mouth and could not imagine how she was going to get it in her throat. After a brief attempt she pulled away.

"I'm not sure I can do that, Sir," she cried in despair. "I want to obey and please you, but you're so big."

"Relax. Breathe slowly, in through your nose and out through your mouth. You can do this. You want it as much as I do."

It was true. She was turned on by the idea of having this man's cock at the back of her throat. She took a deep breath and took it in slowly. The breathing instruction made all the difference, and bit by bit the space between her tongue and the roof of her mouth was filled with him. Ecstatic moaning noises emanated from Roger, encouraging her to keep going. She bobbed her head to force the last inch into her throat canal. Her nose was up against his rough hair and she held her breath.

"That's it, my sub, exactly what I want. Now hold it as long as you can." His hands were on her head, holding her close and making shallow thrusts in and out of her throat. The feeling of power combined with the stimulation on the sensitive tip were almost too much to bear. His balls tightened, signaling an imminent eruption. I will drown her if I cum now, he thought. Better to do it in her pussy.

"Good girl," he said, pulling back. "You learn fast. Now get up and kneel on the couch. I am going to fuck your naughty pussy from behind."

Proud of her achievement, she bounded up and climbed on the couch, offering herself like a dog in heat. Her pussy was oozing and ready for him.

"It won't be gentle this first time," he warned. "I desire you too much.

He positioned himself and eased her thighs apart. "Is this what you want Elizabeth?" 

"OH YES... you know it is... Please Sir. Take me hard and fast. I'm yours to use."

Her words fired his lust and he plunged into her in one powerful thrust. She cried out with pleasure and shoved her ass up and back, encouraging him to do as he pleased. With piston like motions he took his pleasure, driving hard and deep. Both of them were groaning as their breaths came rapidly in erratic gasps.

Suddenly he cried out, and she felt his cum gushing into her, triggering her own orgasm, different but equally strong as the one he had given her minutes before. Her pussy milked him, drawing in what seemed to be an endless stream of hot sticky fluid.

Exhausted, her knees buckled and she found herself flat on the couch with Roger on top, his cock still deep in her pussy. Ever so slowly he eased himself out, setting off more tiny spasms that made her moan with pleasure.

He whispered in her ear. "Are you alright?"

"Oh yes... that was incredible... really intense." On her face was a smile that he could not see. It was the smile of the cat who just got the cream. She knew she had just insured herself a future with the dominant Mr. Carlton.

**

"I've decided not to take you home after all. We will go to my in town apartment for the night. I'll put you in a cab in the morning."

Elizabeth had just come out of the bathroom. With some effort and help from the comb and cosmetics in her purse she had put herself back together in preparation for the taxi ride home. Roger's announcement that he was not yet through with her was a welcome surprise.

"As you wish, Sir," she said with a grin. "I would like to see your apartment. I trust you have some suitable nightwear for me."

"That won't be a problem. Now come. George will get us a cab."

"Hadn't you better close up your secret closet first? It might frighten your young secretary in the morning."

He laughed. "Good idea. Although you will be learning some things about my secretary that might surprise you."

What did that mean? Was that innocent-looking girl one of his playmates? I feel like I'm on a runaway train with this man. Oh well, too late to jump off now. Let's see where it goes.

Roger returned the toys to their holders and swung the bookcase back into position. "There. Fantasyland has disappeared. Let's go."

He took her hand and guided her out of the office to the elevator. "I liked your office," she said as they waited for the car. "But I didn't get much opportunity to enjoy the view."

"Oh no? I thought I gave you plenty of time to do that when you had your arms on the windowsill."

Elizabeth blushed a bright red, remembering the position she had been in while he spanked her. The thought made her realize that her bottom no longer hurt. "Oh yes," she stammered. "I did look out the window then, but my eyes were watering so I couldn't see."

"Maybe next time," he chortled. "Here's the elevator. In you go."

The door closed. She squeezed his hand and looked up at him. "Roger I just realized I don't feel anything on my backside. The burning is gone. Was it all a dream? It seems so unreal now."

He kissed her forehead. "No Elizabeth. It wasn't a dream. You trusted me and jumped off a cliff into my arms. In private you are now my submissive sex slave. You have experienced the first of many exquisite pleasures. All you have to do is obey me. If you don't, I assure you the burning will return."




Exploring the Lifestyle



The threat of another spanking sent a chill down her spine. It also awakened the little birds in her stomach. Yes I will obey him. It feels right. And the sex slave idea is making me wet again. She squeezed his hand.

A grinning George greeted them in the lobby. "Leaving so soon?" The way he looked at her Elizabeth was sure he could see through her clothes to the hot, Brazilian-waxed wanton underneath.

"Yes George. Please get us a taxi." Roger's stare told him not to push it.

"Yes Sir, Mr. Carlton."

Roger hugged her to him as they waited. "You did very well," he said. "I'm so proud of you for having the confidence in yourself to step out in the world and sample what life has to offer. Most of my divorcee clients wallow in self-pity for months."

She kissed him on the cheek. "You took charge and led me all the way, Roger. I'm so excited to be going on this voyage with you! I just hope that I wasn't too easy for you, and now that I've submitted you'll lose interest in me."

"Not a chance," he said. "There's the taxi. Let's go."

**

The ride in the taxi took about ten minutes. Roger kept his hand on her leg the whole time, gripping her as if he were afraid she might fly away. He was totally infatuated with this woman who had succumbed so quickly and with so much pleasure. His protective instincts had kicked in, and he looked forward to sleeping with her in his arms. 

For her part, Elizabeth was content to turn herself over to him and not think about the future. Now that he had helped her break through the barrier of her social conditioning, she felt for the first time at peace with her own sexuality. I don't have to decide anything, she thought. He can take me to his apartment, undress me, spank me, screw me, and then send me home. I will revel in it. I've been freed from my past life and my own hang-ups. I will ride this wave and see where it goes.

Roger's apartment bordered on a park in a high-class, residential area of the city. It was on the ground floor with its own entrance. He paid the driver and walked ahead of her to unlock the door.

"Welcome to my city home," he said, standing to one side to let her proceed him. When she was halfway through the door he put out his arm in front of her chest and blocked her. Before she could react he pivoted her toward him and planted his lips on hers. Her legs went weak as he pressed his body to hers and the kiss deepened. She could feel his hardness against her stomach. Still holding her, he shuffled them into the room and kicked the door closed. His hands dropped to her ass and lifted her onto her toes so she could feel his desire where it counted.

"See what you do to me," he sighed. "Fortunately when I feel an urge I can act on it. No wondering what you might want, or not want. You have to submit and please me. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes Sir. What pleases you, pleases me."

"Good answer. Hang your coat in the closet there, and I will show you around."

It was a spacious two bedroom, two bath apartment, outfitted with expensive, tasteful furniture. Original art adorned every wall, and small sculptures, mostly of lithesome females, nestled among the books on several bookcases. A large screen home entertainment center filled one corner. Elizabeth was impressed.

"What a beautiful place," she exclaimed as he toured her around. "How long have you lived here?" 

"Oh I don't really live here. My main home is in the country. This is where I stay when I am working in town and don't want to drive two hours."

"All this space for just one lonely old bachelor?" she teased.

He grinned. "Bachelor yes; lonely no. Come here."

She stood in front of him, her hands at her sides, waiting for his next command.

"Look at me. Wet your lips."

OH GOD... HIS EYES ARE SO HOT... my stomach is turning flips. My lips are moist and ready.

"I love your mouth," he said. "Big, succulent lips, so sensual."

She licked them again, breathing hard.

"Open," he ordered, and when she dropped her lower lip he seized it with his teeth. Simultaneously he closed his forefingers and thumbs on both nipples. Her knees trembled under the unexpected assault, and a wave of lust rippled through her. If he had kept it up five seconds longer she would have cum on the spot.

"Ohhhhh..", she sighed. "You sure know how to heat a girl up."

He grinned and licked his lips. "Here's what we are going to do. I will fill the Jacuzzi in the master bath with hot water. You will go into the guest bedroom and remove all your clothes. Put on the terrycloth robe you will find in the closet and come join me in the bath."

Before she could respond he was headed toward the master suite. Now he's going to see all of me, she said to herself. I may be in good shape for a forty year old, but he's seen a lot better. Oh well, here goes nothing.

On the dresser in the guest room Elizabeth found an assortment of cosmetics, as well as several brushes and combs. Not wanting to get her hair wet, she piled her honey-colored tresses on her head and secured them with pins. Then she stripped off everything and donned the robe. Finally, remembering an earlier command, she sat on the bed and put her high heeled shoes on her bare feet.

Meanwhile Roger had the tub almost ready. Although the tub's high sides made it possible to fill it to a depth of over two feet, for what he had in mind he needed only half of that. A temperature-controlled recirculating system insured that the water stayed just right. The air jets were set on low, bubbling the water like an underground spring. He added a few ounces of a lavender bath lotion and lowered the lighting. When Elizabeth knocked at the door he was already in the tub, with the little bubbles concealing the lower parts of his naked body.

"Come in," he said. "Ah, I see you did not forget about the shoes. I was all set to add points to your punishment. You look ravishing."

She pirouetted for him. "I hope you like my hair up this way."

"Yes. I want to see you in many different hair styles. You are going to be like a Barbie Doll for me to play with. Now stand there by the mirror and let the robe fall off."

Taking a deep breath she undid the sash, put one foot in front of the other in the classic model's pose, arched her back, and shrugged the robe off of her shoulders. Her already hard nipples popped to full attention, pointed right at him.

"Magnificent! Turn around.. that's it.. now bend over.. look back at me..."

"Like this?"

"Perfect. You are now in what's known in the lifestyle as the 'challenge' position. A sub may be ordered to challenge at any time."

She giggled. "Not in a hotel lobby, I hope."

"Don't give me ideas. Now give me a sexy look."

Coquettishly Elizabeth wiggled her ass and stuck out her tongue. "You like? Candy that's just out of reach?"

"Impudent bitch, aren't you," he snickered. "But I don't mind as long as you follow orders. Back up... closer.....there....now I can sample the candy."

He ran a wet hand slowly from her ankle up over her calf to the back of her thigh. Being posed in high heels stretched the sinews in her leg muscles and tightened the fleshy surface. His cock stiffened. "Open your legs," he snarled.

"Ohhhh... Roger..."

"Ummm... You're as wet here as I am, and you're not even in the water. Open wider."

His fingers moved, and Elizabeth started to moan and rotate her hips. Dropping her head almost to the floor she elevated her ass to make herself more accessible to him. Her legs trembled as he worked her.

"What a hot little sub I have on my hands," he said. "But enough of this. I want you in here with me."

Roger extended both arms and wrapped them around her hips. The backs of her legs were up against the tub, and by pulling her toward him he was able to lever her ass-first up over the edge and into the water. She ended up in his lap with her back to him and her feet precariously on the rim of the tub, still clad in their strapped-on high heels.

"OH MY!" she exclaimed. "My shoes..."

"Relax. Don't worry about getting them wet. Those heels aren't quite high enough anyway."

The Jacuzzi tub was large, big enough for three or four people to fit comfortably. It was really more like a hot tub than a bath. Roger had installed an over-sized hot water tank to be able to fill it quickly. Many spur of the moment parties had taken place in its warm shallows. That night, however, he thought all he wanted was to have a leisurely bath with his new sub.

Elizabeth stopped worrying about her shoes and let her legs drop into the soothing water. "That's it," Roger said. "Now lean back."

He stretched out his legs and scooted lower, pulling her with him. A special, foam padded backrest in one corner allowed him to lie comfortably, with just his head and shoulders above the water. Elizabeth's smaller body was almost horizontal on top of him, with her ass resting on his groin. She was well aware of the rigid cock pressing up against her soft flesh.

"See, isn't this nice?" he said. "Lie still while I wash and explore you."

"Oh Roger... There doesn't seem to be any limit to the sensual pleasures you are introducing me to."

"That's my job. I am enthralled with you and want to set the hook deep. So far you have been a good sub, but we have a long way to go."

"You can't scare me," she tittered. 

"That's my girl. Now relax your leg muscles." He hooked his feet under her ankles and scissored her legs open with his own. She felt his cock seat itself into the groove of her ass. Warm bubbles caressed her exposed pussy.

"Ummm...."

Gently Roger moved his hands over the front of her body. One hand started at her neck, and the other on her lower stomach, both traveling slowly and teasingly toward her breasts. The slightly oily water let his fingers glide easily along the surface of her skin, sending tingles down her spine. She lay her head back on his shoulder and moaned softly.

"So smooth.. so responsive...so beautiful.." he whispered. "I think I'll keep you."

"You've got me. That's for sure. Ohhh Roger... my nipples..."

He had reached her breasts and walked his fingers up the slopes to flick fingernails on the rubbery points. "You like?" he mouthed into her hair.

"Ahhh... they've never been so hard.."

"Maybe a little tweaking and pulling... and of course some squeezing of the whole luscious fruit..."

'Ahhhh... you'll make me cum..."

"In that case..." he withdrew his hands from her tits and tilted her face so he could reach her with his mouth. She shuddered and squirmed her body to meet him. He began by kissing her eyes, then her cheek and neck, finally licking his way over her chin to her mouth. "Stick out your tongue," he commanded.

She closed her eyes and lay her head back as she obeyed. He played with her tongue, nibbling and gumming, then sucked it deeply into his mouth. One hand dropped between her legs to initiate a gentle massage, while the other lightly pinched a turgid nipple.

"GGAAA.." Elizabeth's body jerked and twisted under the three-pronged assault. The water sloshed in the tub like a lake in a storm. He took her to the edge and then stopped.

"No you don't," he said compassionately. "I want us to lie quietly and talk."

"Oh sure, that's why you are driving me up the wall," she tittered. Reaching down she wrapped her fingers around his hardness. "Is a sub in the lifestyle permitted to take the initiative to get what she wants?"

Roger pretended to be thoughtful. "There are different schools of thought on that. Right now my school of thought is that it is just fine. Your hand is so soft, and when you move it like that..."

He kissed her again. Their bodies lodged comfortably together in the warm water, with her upturned face on his shoulder and one of her hands between her spread legs holding his stiff cock. As the kiss became more passionate she rubbed his rock hard flesh against her pussy. Both of them gasped from the intense sensation.

"I can see we're not going to get much talking done," he stuttered. "I might as well fuck you and get it over with."

"Oh no please Sir.. not that! My honor is all I have! .... How do you want to take me, from the front or behind?"

Roger smiled. Her playful submissiveness was creating an intimacy between them that he liked. But at the same time his darker side lusted toward complete dominance and control. At her mention of being taken from behind he felt a rush. It was like a switch had been thrown.

"Get on your knees and bend over the edge of the tub!" There was a sudden sternness in his voice that she could not ignore. Without thinking she hastily complied, offering him her ass. "More," he barked. "Lean further out. Put your hands on the floor."

The tiled side of the tub felt deliciously cool on her tits. She twisted her upper body, rubbing her hard nipples on the smooth surface, well aware that her raised ass was on lascivious display. Once again his demanding attitude had stoked her lust to the point where she was up for anything. She expected him to mount her like the animal she knew she had unleashed.

WHAP... He slapped the taut flesh. "Subs in the lifestyle must make all parts of their bodies available for their master's pleasure. Your ass needs to be broken in. Now in the water is a good time. It may be uncomfortable at first, but you will grow to crave it."

This was something new. "Oh Roger... I don't know.. I've never done anything like this..."

"Be quiet and hold still!"

From a niche in the wall above the tub he removed a piece of phallic-shaped soap. The alcove contained several of these implements, each of a different diameter. He chose the smallest one and dipped it into the water, wetting the soft surface and making it as slippery as if it were coated with melted butter. Next he uncoiled a plastic water tube from the rear of the niche. Its adjustable nozzle allowed him to direct a soft or hard spray of warm water as needed. Keeping the dildo wet would be the key to minimizing her pain.

WHAP... Another slap and then the rounded tip of the soap touched her hole. "No Roger!" she cried and pushed against the floor to try to rise up. A firm hand on her back thwarted her. His blood was up and he was not to be denied.

"Stop fighting it! I will have you this way, and you must be broken in. You have to accept that joining me in the lifestyle means total submission. You must trust that I will not do you harm, and that I will be sensitive to your likes and dislikes. You cannot control your master. If you are unhappy your only choice is to leave him."

"But it's too soon! You've introduced me to all this in the last twenty four hours! Can't I have some time to adjust?" She temporarily stopped struggling as she tried to reason with him. The soap phallus eased half an inch into her clinched opening.

"No Elizabeth. It's not too soon. I know you. You are going to love this and it is a crucial part of your initiation into the lifestyle. There's no going back for you. Do you really want me to get you a towel and call you a cab?"

She sighed and let her body relax. "Is it going to hurt? What if that thing gets stuck up inside me?"

He smiled. He had been right to maintain the momentum of her subjugation; she was going to be an exciting new companion. "The way I am going to break you in, it will not hurt. The first invader is very small. Gradually I will introduce larger ones. Your sphincter will adapt. In the first couple of minutes after an insertion you may feel some discomfort, but after that you will experience pleasurable sensations of a type and intensity you have never known."

"Ghaaa..." He had begun applying more pressure. 

"As for something getting stuck in you, I use only the highest quality, safest toys. The soap has a string running through it, and I can remove it at any time by pulling on the string. Now relax and open your ass for me, pretty lady."

Elizabeth sucked in a deep breath and tried to comply. She felt a hand slide down her back and over her ass to between her thighs and on to her pussy. The sensual distraction unclenched her sphincter, and the slender phallus slid inside.

"Aggrrrr.."

"There, see, that's not so bad," he cooed. "I'll just ease it in a bit more and then let you get used to it."

She squirmed her ass in a half-hearted attempt to discharge the intruder, but quickly discovered that the initial shock was replaced with something else, something she had never felt before. The domed head of the dildo was in the super-sensitive furrow between her two sphincters, in the place that was only a few membranes away from the root of her clit. Roger knew just how to twist and position his toy in conjunction with his fingers on her pussy to drive her crazy.

"Oh god, Roger.... what are you doing to me... oh god..... ahhh.... Ohhh...OHHH..."

"I knew you would love it. Tell me your ass is mine whenever I want it."

"YES... god damn it... YES... oh that feels so incredible...."

"This is phase 1... only a little penetration... my cock will go much deeper. And that means loosening up your inner barrier. That will take some time. This little probe is a start. Now take some deep breaths while I push it in to the hilt."

He did not give her time to think before gently screwing the soapy rod four inches into her ass. She gasped and thrashed around on the edge of the tub, held in position by the two fingers buried in her pussy.

"Oh shit!" she cried. "That's something else again! Take it out... PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!"

But he maintained the pressure. "No Elizabeth. It's doing its job. Your ass will adapt quickly. Just relax."

"Ohhh..."

He spoke to her softly, his fingers continuing to tease her pussy. "Surrender to me Elizabeth. You have entered a new world as my sex-slave. Your body is for me to use for my pleasure. This is the way you will get what you need and crave. You are so beautiful and so passionate. The opening of your ass is your unconditional gift to me. It is necessary. I must be able to sheathe myself in this tight, warm tunnel. Do you understand, Elizabeth?"

Already the sharpness was easing. His words and the titillation in both the front and back were kindling the sexual fire in her groin. "Yes, yes.... take what you want from me..."

"Good girl. Now let yourself go. When I tell you to cum you will release the explosion that right now is building in your belly."

With a slight shift of his arm he maneuvered his thumb into her pussy and up toward her G spot. His other hand began a slow pumping of the slippery phallus in her ass. He let it pop in and out of her inner ring, loosening the muscle and agitating the exposed nerve endings. The rapidly dissolving soap moved easily, and her original discomfort was replaced with the erotic sensation of being fucked in the ass.

"OHHH... sooo good... don't stop... harder... harder..." Her ass bucked as her passion grew. He bore down on her, mercilessly prodding both openings, gauging her reactions as she ascended toward the climax.

"NOW!" he cried. "CUM FOR ME, NOW!"

END OF PART 1