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Inspiration Ch. 1

By: _lisa_



The flickering flames of candles gave the red walls a softer burgundy hue. Margarite, the hostess, was lighting the final wicks while her guests rearranged the room in preparation for their evening. The one-room guesthouse where they would be performing their improvisational drama tonight was furnished minimally, a low chest of drawers and a futon being the only substantial pieces. A thick rug and floor cushions completed the décor.

Elizabeth was uncharacteristically quiet as she carefully set their drinks on a small table near the wall. She wondered what Jon was expecting tonight, and whether she and Margarite would surprise him. Not that they were likely to do anything truly "new" to him, she realized. Jon had been an actor in a variety of roles long before Elizabeth had met him. However, their scenes together had all been played with her in the submissive role. She did not intend to take that role tonight. 

The time that had led to this pending performance began some months earlier. Elizabeth had met her companions, separately, during the previous year. Jon had intrigued her before she ever met the man himself. A man she was dating mentioned Jon's name one night in casual conversation and she remembered it months later, when they met at a social event. It was an entirely casual and forgettable introduction, but she remembered it. Later, Elizabeth would confirm her assumption that he had forgotten meeting her entirely.

Over a period of months, they had talked online for hours, gotten together socially several times, and he had introduced her to the fiery pleasures of the cane, among other intense BDSM and sexual activities. At one time, her heart's desire was to be his submissive. However, she knew she was merely one of many short-term diversions for him, and her romantic illusions were abandoned with minimal emotional trauma. She smiled inwardly as an old country song played in her mind, "…it ain't love, but it's not bad….".

Margarite was an online conversation which became a local friendship. She was a decade younger than Jon and Elizabeth, a small-town Southern girl gone expatriate years earlier. A few years before she met Elizabeth, Margarite had returned to her native Georgia with a British accent and a dual citizenship. She also had an abiding love for sexually dominating men, and her natural red hair and European flair made her have no shortage of aspiring male submissives.

Elizabeth had, in some ways, been surprisingly typical in her power exchange fascination. It began when she was quite a young child, and continued to be her primary form of sexual fantasy. In her late teens and early twenties, she was what she now called "a sexual adventurer". She had tried some variations on the theme of male/female one-on-one sex, but ultimately found it unfulfilling, a momentary entertainment at best, and she wanted more. 

When she tried acting on some of her masochistic fantasies with her former husband, the short-term pleasure was followed by a feeling of unease. He seemed mildly amused by her kinkiness, but she never felt like he was truly into it in the way she was. After the first months together, she returned her fantasies to what she believed was their rightful place, her mind. She read the "standards" of S&M erotica, and fantasized about finding a man with similar inclinations. In the past two years, she had learned that not only was she not alone in her attraction to a submissive sexual role, but that there were wonderful ways to experience either side of the fantasy in real life. 

In the BDSM social world she found that the risks involved were minimized, and there was no danger of being disparaged or condemned for one's kinky desires. People she liked and respected enjoyed their sex of the psyche at parties and in private. They spoke openly with their like-minded friends about the physical and psychological aspects of bondage and other delights. Tonight she was going to take a new risk with Jon, but not as his submissive.

The stage had been set for tonight over a week ago. Jon asked Elizabeth for her ideas in a story of 5 hours spent with Margarite. Beyond that, he gave no restrictions, directions or requirements, other than that she share her thoughts and ideas about the possibilities. After the story was complete, they began making plans to enact it with their friend, who was more than happy to oblige.

All minor tasks complete, the players turned their attention to each other. The two women stood side by side in front of Jon. To Elizabeth's relief, Margarite began with the instruction, "Kneel" Jon complied in silence. "We are going to go over some rules before we begin tonight. From now on, you will do what I tell you to do. Are you prepared to obey me as your Mistress during this scene?" she asked.

"Yes, I am prepared to do that, Ma'am", he replied, with a hint of a smile.

"And further, I instruct you to comply with Lady Elizabeth's wishes, as well. For the duration of our scene, she will be referred to by you as 'Mistress'. Will you also do that?"

"Yes, I will, Ma'am" he replied, with only a slight hesitation. Elizabeth let out a long breath of relief upon hearing his answer. She knew this was not something he was accustomed to doing; bottoming to a partner he had Topped previously, any more than she was accustomed to taking the dominant role. She also knew that she wanted to set aside her submissive response to him, at least this one time. As much as she had enjoyed their scenes together in the past, she felt the need to take back some of the power she had been so anxious to give to him.

Margarite glanced at Elizabeth, as if giving her the signal to begin. "Rise", Elizabeth said, "and strip". Jon rose from his knees, and removed his shirt. Margarite reached into the front pocket of her tight black jeans, and removed a set of tweezer clamps, joined by a thin silver chain. "Stop", Elizabeth said to Jon, as she extended her hand to receive the small instruments of torment. He laid his shirt on top of the chest of drawers and paused, waiting for the obvious.

Elizabeth took a step toward him, and pinched his right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled it toward her and attached one of the clamps, sliding down the ring which tightened the metal fingers' grip. Jon let a low moan escape as the clamp bit into the dark pink of his erect nipple. She repeated the process with the other side, and took a step back to admire the beginning of her evening's work. The silver chain hung in a graceful U across his broad chest. "Continue", she said, and he removed his shoes, socks and jeans, adding them to the shirt on the chest of drawers. "Everything off", Margarite ordered, and his black briefs joined the pile of clothing.

Both women had seen him naked before, but only Elizabeth had been sexual with him. Although none of the three were overly enamored of the monogamous way of life, they were also not interested in casual sex, or "sport-fucking", as a friend of Elizabeth's referred to it. At this early stage of their time together, none of them could be sure of what role actual sex would play in the scene tonight. 

"Kneel," Margarite said for the second time, and, again, Jon complied immediately. "Hands on the floor in front of you", the Domme continued, as she bent over to open her toy bag which sat near Jon's recently discarded clothes. The man was on all fours now, the chain across his chest swinging slightly, only inches above the floor. Margarite approached him with two wide fabric strips which reminded Elizabeth of luggage belts used to identify one's baggage quickly on the conveyor belt at the airport. "Head down, and rest your cheek on the floor. It is time for us to begin."

As with his other orders, the man did as he was told. Margarite inclined her head at Elizabeth, signaling her to lend assistance to the upcoming bondage. Elizabeth moved next to Margarite, who was directly behind Jon's upraised butt.

"Put your arms on the floor, with your hands near your ankles. Now, spread your knees more, good" the Domme continued, while handing one of the strips to the other woman. Following her companion's lead, Elizabeth bound John's wrists to his ankles, making a figure-8, then wrapping it twice around the outside of his ankles and wrist and securing the ends. So long as he remained upright in this twisted version of a triangular package, he was not likely to be able to escape. All three players were quite sure he would not try. The women rose from the floor and admired their work together. The thrill of having a strong and normally Dominant male in such a position was exhilarating . There could be no doubt who was in control now.

Elizabeth leaned down to run her hands over the firm contours of her lover's upturned ass. She loved the way his body felt to her touch. "Now, my SlutSir, I am going to spank this gorgeous ass", she said. 

"Yes, Mistress", Jon replied with just a hint of a suppressed chuckle at this bizarre turn of events between them.

Although she was well aware of the humor of having switched roles with the Dominant she responded to so intensely, she did not intend to let his submission to her become a joke. She began the spanking with a light, slow slap of her palm on his increasingly warm flesh. Each strike became slightly harder, until the red-pink glow started to appear. She stopped for a moment to rub both hands lightly over her twin targets, then began anew, harder, stinging her hand as well as his backside.

"Are you having fun yet?", Margarite inquired of their bound charge while lowering herself onto a cushion she had placed near his head. She had moved the toy bag to the floor next to her, and was looking for something within it's dark interior as she spoke.

"Yes, Ma'am, it feels very good", he replied. "Elizabeth is good on either end of a spanking", he laughed. 

"You need to take it up a few notches," Margarite told her friend. "I do believe he is having too much fun right now."

"Gladly, but my hand hurts", Elizabeth replied.

"Here you go, then", Margarite responded, extracting a pair of black leather motorcycle gloves from the toy bag and passing them to her friend. "These should help."

"Excellent", Elizabeth answered, pausing to caress Jon's heated ass cheeks before donning the gloves. The first time she had seen Jon play, he was wearing a white leather glove while he spanked a girl. It was one of many details she recalled about the time before he noticed her. "He will pay attention to me now", she thought, fastening the Velcro strap around the wrist of the right glove, then the left.

Although her right hand still felt tender from the repeated impact with his toned ass, the glove lessened her discomfort, allowing her to increase his. She used her left hand for the harder smacks, the sore right one for light swats and occasional caresses. After a few more minutes, she stopped, and reached between his legs with her right hand. As she expected, his cock was responding to the burn of the spanking, and was half erect. The gloves left her fingers, up to the middle knuckle, free, and she drug the tips of her long, brightly-painted nails from the base of his cock, up the underside to the head. He sighed, and she felt his cock twitch and grow harder as she moved her hand back to cup his balls. She held them firmly, lifting them as if to estimate the weight and value of the appendages.

"I see that you enjoy having me smack your ass, SlutSir," Elizabeth said "That is good, because It is only the beginning of what will please your Mistresses tonight." She paused, and looked quizzically at her co-Domme. They had talked about their plans for dominating him more than once, but neither of them wished to have a detailed script for the enactment of their fantasy. Elizabeth was ready to stop for a drink and some voyeuristic pleasures, and Margarite smiled and nodded her assent to the unspoken question. Elizabeth released Jon's testicles from her grasp, and moved away from him to retrieve her drink.

Margarite was wearing the mischievous grin that her friends knew quite well. She began to remove another item from the toy bag, then stopped, and moved the bag, and herself, behind Jon. "Let's see…..I think this might be interesting," she said. To Elizabeth's surprise and amusement, Margarite was holding a metal-handled hammer now, and sliding the side of its head over Jon's still-red ass cheeks. "It feels nice and cool, doesn't it?", she asked him.

"Yes, Mistress, It feels good", he replied.

"Good, we want our Slut to feel good for his introduction to hammer sex", she replied, and began to tap gently on his behind with the handle, then the flat end of the tool's head. "I'll just tap for a bit, and see where the best place to drive a nail, or something else, might be", she continued. Elizabeth, who had taken a seat on the futon to watch the show, laughed, as did Jon. "You don't think I should drive a nail into this nice ass?", Margarite asked. "Perhaps that would not be the best idea just yet, but I do want to show you just how useful household tools can be. Hmmmm…" She appeared to be contemplating her options, while still tapping away.

"Ah, I know!" she cried. " We can find a hole to fill without having to make one." She put the hammer aside, placing it on his lower back, and went into the toy bag again. In a minute, Elizabeth knew what was to follow. Margarite had taken the lube out of the bag and motioned for her friend to join her on the floor. Elizabeth put her drink aside and sat down next to Margarite, who handed her the lube and a pair of translucent gloves with cotton balls already in the fingertips to protect the latex from her nails. 

Elizabeth knew of Jon's love for anal play and penetration, but they had not pursued it during any of their times together. In the role of his submissive, she did not feel it would be appropriate to ask him if he wanted to be entered by her finger or a toy, so she did not. They had talked about it more than once, but it would be a new experience for them tonight. She put on the gloves, poured a small circle of lube into one palm, and then rubbed it over the fingers and thumb of her other hand. "Do you know what I am doing, SlutSir?" she asked, pouring another small puddle of lube Into her hand.

"Yes, Mistress, I know", he answered in a tone of voice she had never heard from him before. Every hint of ego and bravado was gone, the authority figure had let go of his power. Elizabeth's heart raced, and she could feel her pussy growing ever more wet and ready for orgasm. She dipped her index finger Into the thick, clear liquid, and rested the tip between the cheeks of his ass, just outside the hole. She hesitated, making him wait for it.

"Take his ass, Liz", Margarite called to her friend from the other end of the room. It broke the spell she had just felt herself and Jon under, but it also helped her be able to maintain her new role. Having another female there with them, in the dominant role, made her want to take charge.

Elizabeth pressed gently, but firmly, against Jon's hole, while spreading the lube from her finger around the entranceway. She felt his body subtly respond to this smooth massage, shifting the angle of his ass to make her come closer to slipping the finger inside. A moment later, he had what he wanted, as her finger slid easily into him. He let escape a moan of pleasure that was just above a whisper, as she continued a steady pressure, until his ass held her entire finger. She remained still for a moment, enjoying the tight grip in which he held her finger. "I am going to get you ready for bigger things, SlutSir. Do you want to feel something larger push into this lovely tight ass?" she teased, beginning to move her finger slowly out of him. Halfway, she stopped and pushed it completely back in. "Well do you? Do you want a nice fat butt plug to remind you that we are going to fuck you for at least an hour later tonight? Do you want that, SlutSir?" Her finger began thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm, and she could feel him relaxing his hold on her finger as his breathing deepened.

"Yes, if it pleases you, Mistress", he replied in a ragged gasp, as she moved her finger faster. Margarite then returned to the drama, hammer in hand. She knelt by Elizabeth, and watched Jon's ass push back to mean each thrust of her finger.

"I know what you need, Jon," Margarite said. "You just need to be fucked, but first, you are going to be hammered." Elizabeth suppressed a giggle with some difficulty, as she moved her finger back and completely out of him. Margarite held the handle, and moved the head down the crack of Jon's ass. "Yes, you most definitely need to be fucked", she said, as she slid the hammer's head back up his crack. She stopped, with the round end of the head against his asshole. Elizabeth watched in silence, not sure if her friend was serious about penetrating him with this instrument of home repair. Soon, she knew the answer, when the round end of the device slid into his ass and he moaned, impaled on cold steel.

Margarite moved the handle slightly, from side to side, then in a small circle. Each movement evoked a response, as the ball pressed against different parts of his ass's entrance. "Now, I am going to take it out so we can move on to the fucking you deserve", she said. "Liz, you can change now. He is ready." she directed to her companion.

Elizabeth was grateful for the screen at the far end of the room. Taking off her clothes was one thing, but putting on a harness and strap-on was another thing entirely. She had only done this with one other man, years ago. The experience itself was good, but the relationship wasn't, and the overall memories had made her more than a little reluctant to go there again. But, as her rational mind knew, this was different. She put the dildo through the ring at the center front of the harness, thinking of how she was serving both Jon and herself by taking control of him and giving him the fucking she knew he had wanted for months. She took a deep breath, closing the side buckle on the harness. In addition to her 42C breasts, she now had a 7 inch dick protruding from the front of her body.

When she emerged from behind the screen, she discovered that Margarite had released Jon from his bonds, and he was lying on his back, on the futon. It was open now, to make a double bed, and her friend was attaching his wrist cuffs to the ankle cuffs he was now wearing with small bronze-colored padlocks. In nearly no time, he was helpless, on his back, his ass in the air, wrists and ankles above his head, secured to the armrest/headboard of the futon. She found the sight both shocking and arousing. For a few seconds, she envied him, imagining herself arranged in a similar manner and then taken by him. That quickly mutated into lust, and another jolt of power from seeing this undeniable evidence of his powerlessness. They could both take him until they decided to stop.

Margarite looked up, having completed the preparations, and smiled. "Given that he has fucked you any number of times, it is time for you to fuck him." She then turned her attention to Jon. "While she is fucking your tight little ass, I am going to go put on the larger strap-on and then I will take you. Do you want us to fill your tight ass and make you orgasm again and again, Jon?"

"Oh yes, I do want it, thank you, Ma'am" he replied hoarsely . Elizabeth moved onto the bed as Margarite departed temporarily. She stroked his exposed ass with both hands. His cock stood completely erect now. On her knees, she grasped his thighs and positioned her faux penis at his asshole. Margarite had left the bottle of lube on the bed, so Elizabeth poured some on the dildo, coating it thoroughly.

"Are you ready for me, SlutSir? Are you ready for me to stick this nice round dick into your ass?" she asked, beginning the pressure that would soon result in penetration.


Inspiration Ch. 10



DISCLAIMER:

All or any Breath Play described within MY writing, I highly discourage those without experience from delving. Please do not attempt any Breath Play fetish without being knowledgeable. 

CAUTION and PRECAUTION and a TRUSTWORTY PARTNER is a must!

EDUCATION IS KEY!

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Rosangela was more than nervous and tried to convince herself it was just a ride home nothing more. Yet, after the incident in the bathroom, she was more convinced of a continence. But, perhaps he would simply drive her home and that day would be ended. 

The conflict continued. 

The moment she stepped out of the bookstore her nerves worsened. He had stepped out before she did to start the Porsche. 

The entire street was white, thick with white. Her eyes squinted against the brightness of the falling and blanketing snow. She huddled her arms around her, slight trembles from the cold mixed with nervousness. 

She took an icy deep breath then maneuvered off the sidewalk, her feet were deeply frozen by the above ankle depth of the snow. Carefully she moved across the barren street towards the idling Porsche. Then she paused when the author got out the car and moved to the passenger side. 

She continued through the thick layer of snow. She questioned in thought, how was a damned Porsche going to make it through that mess? 

She stepped to the car and Victor opened the door for her. She gave a quick smile then carefully got into the car while chattering from the bitter cold. 

The door closed and within moments Victor got behind the wheel.

She sat there for a minute then asked, "You remember where I live?"

He nodded with a smile then carefully steered the Porsche onto the white road. 

What else was there to say?

She kept silent, the heat inside the car warmed her poor frozen feet. Her eyes stared down at her rubbing gloved hands. There were so many second thoughts that came too late. She felt a huge mistake happened in the bathroom followed by her accepting his offered ride home. She tried so hard throughout those months to set aside what happened though it never truly left her thoughts. 

The car steered to the right then came to a stop.

She frowned, it should have been much longer to get to her place. Her head lifted and eyes peered out the slightly iced window. She was not looking at her town house or his apartment building. 

Her head darted to the left and she quickly questioned, "Where are we?"

He put the car in park then looked to her. He confessed, "It's a hotel."

She grimaced with her nose wrinkled then she questioned, "A hotel?"

He nodded then explained, "The weather is too horrible to go driving all over town. Everything is practically shut down." 

She shook her head then stammered, "No, no, you take me home."

He shook his head and stated, "I would if I could but this car is not equipped to handle these road conditions." He grabbed the door handle and started to open the door.

She reached and snatched him by the coat sleeve. "No," she protested then said, "You have to take me home."

He paused, looked to her and smiled, "I can't, sorry." 

Her hand released his sleeve and she watched him get out of the car. Her eyes followed him move around the front of the Porsche then move for the passenger door, paused to hand over the keys to a valet. 

The passenger came open and she sat there looking up at him in shock but mostly fear.

He urged, "Come on, you have to be freezing." 

Her breaths were heavy, saw her breath clearly before her face. With slow reluctance, she brought her wet and cold feet out of the car then slowly rose up. 

She felt nearly trapped but not by him, by her desire for him. She could attempt to walk home but it was so damned cold. Yet, inside her she had wanted that moment to be with him again. Again she wanted to be alone with him, not within the confines of bathroom, but alone with the freedom to do as they pleased. 

The conflicts were almost visible as she trembled, she stepped under the hotel canopy. She lightly gasped the moment she felt his hands nudge against her back then forward she walked towards the hotel doors. 

A doorman opened the door and gave a greeting nod and verbal hello.

The heat was instant the moment she entered the large hotel lobby. Maybe, she pleaded with herself, she would stay long enough for the storm to subside then perhaps she could get a cab to bring her home. 

Victor turned to Rosangela and said with a smile, "I'll be right back." He left towards the front desk.

She was silent as she continuously trembled while her arms were huddled over her chest. Her eyes anxiously scanned the lavish lobby. She noted, it even smelled expensive.

He returned, quite quickly, and urged, "Come on, I ordered room service."

She nodded, seemed to lack any type of control of everything. The control seemed to have been chiseled away the moment he again stepped back into her life and the bookstore. 

She felt lost but simply followed him towards one of the three elevators. She entered the elevator with him, her uneasiness continued which kept her silent. Her eyes remained down as the elevator moved upward. 

She forced herself to ask, "Um, when it lets up can you take me home?" She dared herself and looked to him, he didn't look at her.

He replied, "Yes."

She nodded then again aimed her eyes at the floor. 

The elevator opened and out they both stepped. 

"This way." he instructed as he removed the key card from his coat pocket.

Her heart raced with multiple flutters. Her eyes focused on the fancy multi-toned runner his expensive leather shoes moved over. She stopped when he did then watched his shoes shift to the left. She listened to him unlock the door then stepped passed him as he held the door open.

She entered the hotel suite, went to a complete stop the moment she looked up and saw an immaculate room that was not your typical hotel room. 

It was a definite suite. It had an actual living room set up, a small kitchen area to the far right and obviously an actual bedroom somewhere. 

She slightly startled when he moved passed while removing his coat. 

He urged, "Make yourself comfortable." He dropped his coat on a plush chair then removed his snow dampened fedora. He turned to the side, she remained standing near the entrance with an odd expression over her face. 

He set the fedora down atop his coat, started to remove his gloves then explained, "It might be a bit before room service arrives." then he gestured to the sofa, "Get comfortable and warm yourself up."

Her head bobbed and she stiffly moved forward while her hands shakily started to undo the buttons of her coat. She stepped towards the sofa as he retreated towards a small bar in the corner of the room. She removed her coat and laid it over the back of the sofa then, almost with caution, sat down on the white plush sofa. 

Her fingers worked off the damp gloves as her eyes watched him prepare a drink. 

He knew she was nervous, reluctant, and suspicious, and he noted, she had right to be. 

With a glass of brandy in hand, he turned then approached the sofa. She didn't hide her awkwardness well, he knew that not all the trembling was caused from the cold. 

He paused before her and offered the brandy and stated, "This will warm you up."

She gave him a quick glance then took the crystal brandy glass and gave a simple thanks. Oh, she thought, liquor she needed. And then she simply downed the Brandy. 

He sat down beside her, his lips grinned with amusement, watched her face grimace in response to the strong liquor then listened to her slightly hiss. 

Casually he removed his cold and damp leather shoe then worked off the other one and lastly freed his feet from the damp dress socks. Always barefoot when inspired and creating.

She set the glass down, felt the instant warmth churn in her stomach then slowly swirl outward. An entire bottle, she thought, would be nice. No, she continued to think, if she downed an entire bottle of Brandy things would escalate quicker. Yet, she grimaced, they already escalated at a high rate with those damned antics in the bathroom. The very thought of what occurred sent more conflicting emotions, arousal and regret.

His eyes focused on her profile, studied the obvious thought reflected by her subtly changing expression. His eyes shifted downward, followed the outward curve of her lovely tits, down the curvy shape of her waist then along the line of her shapely thighs. His eyes stopped at her feet and a brilliant idea emerged.

He commented, "Your feet must be freezing." His eyes looked to her face, she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes then he offered, "I can warm them up for you."

Her eyes darted away from his and aimed down at her definitely icy cold feet tucked in damp heels and wet stockings. Oh, she groaned in thought, he was up to something which she knew would likely top the other something in the bathroom. Yet, the something he might be up to, she somewhat chimed in thought, made her damned curious and further horny. 

Her eyes again looked to him with a curious lift of her brow.

He lifted his hand and gestured for her lift her leg to him. 

Her eyes shifted to her foot then back to his hand. She knew how wonderful his hands would feel and likely warm more than her feet. 

Then, as if no control over her body, she slightly shifted on her rear then lifted her leg and his warm hand gripped the back of her ankle. She held back a gasp, the heat from his hand nearly stung against her poor frozen ankle but sent a quiver aimed directly between her legs.

He slipped the damp heel off then brought his full right hand against the sole of her foot. The deep freeze was obvious and the wet stocking hindered his efforts. 

He looked to her face, she was focused on his hands, then stated, "We'll have to remove the stockings, they're soaked."

Her eyes quickly looked into his. Oh, she wasn't stupid and knew exactly why he wanted the stockings removed for he wanted to remove them himself. Yet, she didn't say yes or no, simply held her eyes with his.

He rested her right foot against his lap then slid his hands upward passed her ankle. His eyes held hers as his hands moved smoothly over her stocking covered calves then up and over the curve of her knee. His right hand continued its journey, tucked under the hem of her dress, previously raised during the bathroom incident, but hooked it with his thumb and bit by bit exposed her stocking covered thigh.

She slightly leaned back, propped her hand against the sofa cushion. Her lips firmly pressed together as her eyes shifted back and forth from his eyes then to his hand. She desperately wanted to deny how wondrous his hand felt against her inner thigh. Her body tensed, all nerves were on high alert as every joint seemed locked. She felt the garter detach from the thigh high stocking. She quickly held her breath.

Across his lips a grin formed as he continued his hand further under her dress. He went to lean forward to deliver the hand to the desired target between her thighs but a knock sounded on the door.

His eyes narrowed then aimed at the door, knew it was room service. He reluctantly drew his hand back then drew her foot from his lap. He rose up and headed for the door.

Her held breath was released and the tension throughout her body eased. Her eyes drifted close as she heavily sighed. She rested a hand against her forehead, heard the room service be instructed to put the order at the makeshift kitchen.

Her hand slid down over her eyes, she felt beyond confused. She was consumed with regrets but also riddled with acceptance of what was again transpiring as it had months before. 

Months and months she fantasized about another moment with him but was so desperate to convince herself it wasn't wise to allow it to happen. But obviously she was lousy at convincing herself of anything when it came to Victor Hardway. Her body definitely was incapable of being convinced with exception it was eagerly convinced by him and his actions.

She barely heard the quick thanks to room service and the suite door close. She sat with her leg still propped atop the sofa while supporting her weary head with her hand. Then abruptly she was snatched away from her consuming the thoughts.

He refused to put a gap between moments, once room service was speedily dealt with he rushed her. His hand grabbed the back of her bundled hair then jerked her head back and within a second his lips devoured hers. Though she whined with protest, physically there was none which opened her thighs to his eager hand. 

Against his aggressive kiss she whined but gasped the very moment his hand darted beneath her dress and firmly cupped between her thighs. She predicted it would happen and in more ways than one, she wanted it to happen. 

Back against the sofa she dropped, the aggression of his kiss escalated and filled her mouth with his firm tongue. There was no stopping her eager responses. Several months no other man has touched or kissed her and much of those months she was even less eager to touch herself. 

His hand pressed up against her pussy through the thin crotch of her panties, she whined but with a sexual response. There was something more fulfilling given by him that no other man from her past couldn't compare, the bathroom incident proof. It wasn't just because he knew exactly how to perform her breathless desires but he knew exactly everything that sent her mind and body sexually driven in his direction.

He was on his knees before the sofa, held his hand firm between her thighs, then withdrew his kiss. Though they experienced quite a wondrous moment in the bathroom, he still felt starved of her inspiration. Yes, he recognized instantly she refused to attempt taking the control from him which, for him, was a blessing. Always in control and those few days where she dealt all the cards between them was the first time he willingly allowed that control to be snatched and held by another.

She was the first in all his life to pry away some of his control. Yet, now it seemed he was again on top when it came to control which he loved. Though their last night those six months passed he had adequate control in pleasuring her, the moment in the bathroom was where his full control was returned. He wanted nothing but to pluck her every string, make her beautifully dance with pure sex and the entire time he controlled with an expert puppet master's hand.

His breath breathed against her lips, each breath deep with excitement of again proving his skill as master manipulator. He confidently stated, "You're not leaving this room tonight." His lips grinned as he withdrew his hand from her heated center. 

She closed her eyes, fought the urge to whine in protest from his hand's departure. Her head turned and faced the back of the sofa as her legs lightly closed. 

Everything in the form of common sense screamed the situation was wrong, those two days, everything was wrong. Yet, deep inside she truly wanted it to explode into a reminiscing scenario from the past and that days events.

He saw her struggle, she refused him a verbal comment. Her body language proved her refusal. His grin broadened with a sly lift at the left corner then he asked, "What's wrong?" He watched her subtly shake her head, she was desperate to avoid speaking and deny herself the desires he knew was simmering into another moment of boiling over. 

She felt his hand move from between her legs then she tensed and pressed her thighs together attempting to deny his hand's exploration which would only heighten the trouble she was already in. She reached up, grabbed the back of the sofa and pulled to pry herself from the compromising position off her back. 

His brow furrowed as she pulled herself up. He leaned back, she obviously fought hard against his advances which was a pleasant challenge he preferred over the early display where she caved much easier. 

When they first met, she was a challenge because she was willing but only on her terms, now terms weren't being given. She was different, he noted, she had a struggle of wills inside her which he admittedly found intriguing. 

He rose up onto his bare feet as she sat up and kept her eyes closed. Those glimpses of her weaknesses from months ago were now becoming more prominent within her demeanor. She had no feisty comments and snide quips, practically void of speech. The inspiration he wrote about within the three hundred plus pages of January was not the inspiration awkwardly seated on the sofa before him. But, he noted, inspirational nonetheless in a whole other manner.

She took a breath, shook her head and, more so to herself, stated, "I can't do this." 

"Do what?" he questioned then commented with a question, "You can't or just plain refuse to let yourself receive what you want?" then bluntly he reminded her of the bathroom incident, "Earlier you were quite willing."

Her eyes slowly opened and they shifted upward in direction of his voice. She peered up at him and she silently admitted he was what she wanted. Yes, she wanted everything he could offer sexually but more so, she wanted what she realized could never be given.

She came to terms that he was a man who had lived his life for his passion of his art, his writing and paintings. He lived to have success with his expertise in the artful world of fetishes, a fortune made by writing words that threw women into sexual overdrive which was only enhanced by his glorious image at the back of each book. 

She was one of those women but upon meeting him, she became a woman in part of those written words along with the designed image on the cover. She had a taste those female readers desired but that taste simply wasn't enough.

Slightly hesitant, she answered his question, "I would let myself if I truly would receive it all."

His brow tensed, those lines deepened and the expression about his dark eyes reflected his thought of her replies meaning. He knew what she meant. But, what he wanted, did it have the same definition?

She saw it clearly in his eyes, those eyes that were always the feature with the most expression. His mind was obviously taking in her reply. Even her own reply seemed unreal in comparison to what had transpired months ago. 

After her marriage ended, she swore there would never come a moment she would truly desire a man completely but that changed. She had three days with the author and received every sexual desire but that only triggered the desire for more. 

Yet, could she even explain what she truly wanted to receive?

Her eyes quickly dropped and she broke the silence, "I need to leave."

His eyes blinked and quickly looked down at her then he protested, "No."

She nodded, leaving seemed the right thing to do and she verbalized it, "I have to leave."

He again protested but with more reason, "No, you're not leaving again." 

Her head quickly tilted upward and eyes looked to him with question. She shook her head, confused by what his protest meant. There was fear to read between lines for they could easily deceive her into reading what wasn't there. 

She questioned him, "Why not?"

His jaw clenched then flexed, the tension across his eyes grew. 

The moment she walked out of his life six months ago it changed something inside him. He was faced with something he never knew before. Though he never protested her departure, he never wanted her to leave. Yes, his inspiration was easily achieved and complete but in a whole other process which she caused to happen. She changed so many directions of his life though he fought against admitting it was so. 

She witnessed for the first time an expression of struggle within his tensed eyes. There was always confidence in his eyes and moments there was nothing. The moments in between were typically filled with lust but right then there was something seemingly unlike the author being reflected within his large dark eyes. 




Inspiration Ch. 10



She again questioned, "Why not, Victor? Why am I not leaving again?"

His eyes immediately frowned. Not once within their three day interlude had she called him by his first name, always Mr. Hardway or in other moments Victor Hardway and in harsh moments Victor fucking Hardway. 

She shook her head, disappointed that he wouldn't answer. She dragged her leg off the sofa then grabbed her heel. Her decision, she needed to leave and once away from him she would likely never see him again until his book tour was over or another book came out. 

His eyes darted as she went to slip on her heel then quickly he firmly protested with a demand, "No!" He swiftly snatched the heel from her hand then flung it over the sofa.

Her mouth dropped open, he seemed like a child in the beginnings of a hissy fit. She looked over the sofa where her heel landed then looked back up at him and questioned his behavior, "Was that really called for?"

His jaw clenched and flexed as he stared down at her. He fought the reality of the situation. 

Sixty years and throughout them all and into adulthood he never placed himself within something permanent. Women came a went, that was how he liked it. Many women came just for a short time then stepped permanently out of his life, how he always thought it was meant to be. 

There were inspirations before the fabled seven which became eight when Rosangela stepped before him. He was creative, an artist before his works were acknowledged and women were the source of his inspiration. Random women in and out of his life gave him what he needed to fuel his creativity. 

Yet, staring up at him confused was a woman who dislodged his ritualistic life and paths throughout. She was the first to take parts of his controlling nature that he willingly allowed to be taken. The moment he saw her approach him that final day of the Aurora book tour he knew he wanted her and most of all, needed her. Yes, firstly it was all his greed to have his inspiration given but it changed.

Yes, things changed. That so called written path of his was twisted and turned into an unfamiliar direction because she stepped directly into that path and veered it. He thought the moment she stepped out of his life that evening his life would again return on that controlled path. His assumption was wrong. Though he created with ease, that path remained changed and he again wanted her directly in the middle of it.

Her eyes held their frown but his silence was too much. She rose up off the sofa and hobbled with one heel. She awkwardly made her way around the sofa, practically felt his eyes follow her. She hobbled toward her tossed shoe and commented with mumbled, "I can't take this shit no more." Her hand scooped up the heel and slipped it on her foot.

She groaned, he kept silent. Her head shook, felt her undone stocking shift down. With a huff she raised her skirt, exposed her thigh then started to attached the garters. She complained, "Gotta go outside and freeze my ass off." 

His head started to slowly shift side to side as the protest towards her departure grew. His bare feet swiftly moved over the plush carpet as his eyes held their target, her. "No," he spoke up and rushed towards her.

"Dammit, Victor!" she nearly growled as the garter was reattached then she started to complain, "I have no fucking clue..." She turned but quickly stumbled backwards with her eyes darting wide with his image quickly headed her direction. 

Before she could lift her arms to stop his sudden rush, his hands already grabbed firmly the sides of her face followed by his lips crushed against hers. 

Her eyes remained wide as her arms tossed up and hands had no idea what to do. She was in shock, the manner his lips kissed hers was unlike him. His signature aggressive passion seemed tamed by a different type of passion that seemed so unlike him. 

Yes, she remembered a moment of tenderness but the kiss he currently performed was beyond anything she thought was capable to come from him. That kiss seemed perfectly set between both aggression and tenderness, the perfect blend expressed by the medium of his exploring tongue and the manner his lips suckled hers.

The shock from such an unlikely kiss faded, her eyes lightly closed as she willingly melted beneath the power of his seemingly unnatural kiss. The heat from his kiss didn't directly strike between her thighs but spread outward and consumed her entire body from head to toe. She felt as if she would literally melt to floor.

All he wanted to do was continue to kiss her. All he felt he needed was to kiss her forever in a way he had never kissed no other woman before her. He too never knew such a manner of kiss existed to be given by him and the moment he began he wanted nothing but to continue. It felt as if all he needed was to stand there, her face held by his hands and kiss her without a stopping. Though it seemed against everything he had proudly represented, he no longer cared.

His lips did as he desired, continued to lavish hers. His hands swiftly left the sides of her face then his arms wrapped around as if for dear life. He held as tight as possible against him. 

Her arms dropped almost limply. She swore she was on the verge of melting into a puddle of Rosangela on the expensive carpeting. He truly embraced her, his arms simply held her without his hands going crazy in all directions to molest her body. He simply held her and she was driven into the most complete submission of her entire life. She truly sensed if his arms released she would collapse because of weakened knees. 

Her arms slowly raised though they felt heavy. Her hands dared and rested against the sides of his face. She indulged in his continuous kiss, nearly memorized every motion and suckle from his glorious lips. Her lips equally returned that unknown and mysterious passion. Again, Victor Hardway succeeded in giving her another never known experience. 

He took a deep breath and with true reluctance drew his lips from hers but remained in position to again return. His eyes opened and waited for the moment hers opened. When her eyes opened he immediately saw something he had never seen before within another's eyes. There was such a gentleness within her lovely blue eyes that surpassed mere lust.

Her eyes looked into the dark depths of his. She had witnessed very subtle moments where his expression softened within those extremely expressive eyes of his but before her was such a foreign expression new to her and likely to him as well. Though his brow was tensed and those remarkable distinct lines were prominent, within the rich brown of his eyes was more emotion she had never expected to witness. 

He tightened his embrace, wanted her practically melded against him. His eyes studied the entirety of her beautiful face. There was a difference in the manner her face was flushed, not from the heat of sexual lust but from genuine emotion he had avoided all his life. Yet, right then, there was no avoidance and he had no desire to avoid or ignore. At that very moment she was likely more beautiful than he ever allowed himself to see. 

He took another deep breath then asked with a near whisper, "Rosangela."

She hummed, "Hmm?"

Again another deep breath then he exhaled and asked, "How would you like for me to make love to you?" 

Her brain just screamed, make love? 

The word love just passed the most erotic man's lips and it was said to her. Do those like him or her make love? 

She murmured, "Make love?" She was almost unfamiliar with that term. Even with her ex husband she never knew the meaning of making love.

He replied, "Yes, I wish to make love to you in any way you desire."

She heavily breathed as the concept seemed so unreal. Her eyes refocused on his, there was more than sincerity within his eyes. Her mind conceived the idea that yes, those within their fetish universe knew the meaning of making love. Making love was not foreign to them just never experienced. Also, she determined that all there was needed was love to make love. And, his question gave her the revelation that it was likely love that had strangely came to be between them.

"Then," she finally spoke as a soft smile formed over her lips, "Make love to me because even done in our way, it's still making love."

He smiled with a slight laugh then he agreed, "Yes, and I will make love to you in your preferred breathlessness." His lips pressed against hers and again ignited that more superior kiss.

Perhaps there was a type of end, physically an end that separated them for six months. Yet, mentally there was never an end. Those three days were a beginning which triggered a series of changes for both author Victor Hardway and his inspirational muse Rosangela. 

Victor lived his entire life always catering to his art and fetishes, never allowed any true intimacy to emerge within brief interludes in effort to not disturb his ritualistic way of life. As Rosangela lived the majority of her life hidden from her desires and fetishes then found a way to crawl herself outward from hiding but she too pushed away intimacy to keep a tight hold of her chosen way of life.

They entered each others lives on a very typical day in both their lives. Rosangela a store clerk at the bookstore that catered to Victor's final book signing. She admittedly an admirer and he immediately became her admirer. She desired freedom to experience her preferred breathless fetish with another and he desired the perfect and unique muse to unleash his own desired freedom to express inspiration. 

And for three days they both were given their desires. And in three days both their lives were affected by one another. Both admitted to themselves the importance the other had but outwardly they denied and refused that importance. 

Six months later and again they came together in that very same bookstore with a whole new perspective on what they truly desired, wanted, and needed which they knew the other could only give. A battle of persuasion. A struggle with wills. But a result of a more unexpected and seemingly unlike both their natures had transpired.

That result continued in the lavish setting of the bedroom of that hotel suite.

The expansion of an intimacy unknown to neither Rosangela and Victor begun before the king sized bed drenched in expensive white linen. Their environment seemed saturated in white tones just as it was outside the walls of the hotel. But unlike the outdoors, there was an overflow of heat that burned from both their bodies. 

His hands undid the wide belt cinched around her waist, it fell to the floor. Back of her waist his hands moved then up the curve of her back where his fingers pinched the dress zipper then guided it down. Bit by bit her back was exposed along with the band of her black strapless bra. 

The zipper ended halfway down the outward curve of her rear then his hands tucked within the opening, pressed against her skin then slid upward beginning the removal of the dress. 

At her bare shoulders, he shifted his hands, hooked his thumbs then slowly guided the sleeves down the length of her arms. He pressed against her as she leaned back against him. The heat from her body radiated and penetrated through the material of his light gray button down. His lips pressed against the curve of her shoulder as the sleeves of her dress reached her hands then the dress dropped to the floor around her heels. 

Firm suckle after suckle his lips trailed aimed for the slope of her neck. Up the length of her arms his fingertips grazed then over her shoulders and returned down against her back. His lips kissed and suckled along the slope of her neck then shifted against her ear as his fingers undid the hook of her bra. 

There was a confession he needed to make and his voice breathed against her ear, "I planned this."

Her lips curved into a grin upon hearing his confession. Her head leaned back against his shoulder. She had her immediate suspicions about the hotel.

The bra fell the moment her arms lifted, her plump breasts exposed with erect nipples. His hands found her breasts and firmly molded and kneaded. 

He continued his confession, "The very moment you agreed to the ride," his lips grinned in response to his own slyness, "I made the hotel arrangements."

She softly laughed. Her hands slid over his, loved the sensations of his hands motioning beneath hers as he buried his fingertips into the flesh of her breasts. She confessed, "That doesn't surprise me." she again laughed then stated, "You are Victor Hardway after all."

He sounded an airy chuckle then commented, "That I am."

She had to comment, "Thank god." Her grin momentarily broadened then faded the moment his lips against firmly kissed just below her ear. She sighed the moment she felt the firm touch from the from tip of his tongue and his hands heighten the strength of their kneading. Her breaths grew heavier, his fingers curled and buried their tips deep then dragged back from the center of her breasts. 

His fingertips came together, drew her nipples more erect then created a firm pressure which triggered her body to respond and press her rear back against him with an eager shift of her hips. His hands left her breasts. 

She softly gasped the moment he spun her around to face him then pulled her against him. 

He stated, "Have something for just for you."

Her lips again formed a grin then she curiously asked, "What's that?"

He too again grinned then he instructed, "Reach into my pocket and you'll find out."

She slightly giggled, knew if she reached far enough she would definitely find something. 

She lightly chewed the side of her bottom lip as her hand lifted and found the opening of his pants pocket. Her eyes held his as her hand slipped down into his pocket and quickly discovered her first guess was wrong. Her lips broadened their grin as did his. 

She recognized the textured something within his pocket. She slowly pulled her special something from his pants pocket, so smooth she praised. Her hand lifted between them and in its grasp was a neatly folded plastic bag she recognized as one similar to six months prior.

She somewhat giggled then commented, "How sweet." She watched his brows make a quick suggestive lift which prompted her to again giggle. Then she asked, "How long has this," she shook her hand, "Been in your pocket, huh?"

He confessed, "Two days."

She had to laugh then frowned, "You had this in your pocket all this time and never bothered using it, um, earlier?"

He slightly shrugged then stated, "I wanted to wait for the right moment."

Her head shook then she commented, "Well, I'm glad you did."

(Author Note: Boost this moment. Find and listen to the song Your Pain V.2.0 by Acylum, remixed by Vault-113)

He lifted his hand, fingers pinched the discovered bag then slid it from her grip. Before her beaming eyes, he slowly unfolded the quite smooth textured bag. He would glance at her face to witness the change of excitement. Every little soft crinkle of plastic seemed to heighten the excited expression within her blue eyes, even the shade of blue seemed to intensify. He never knew not one woman who became so aroused by the simplest sound of plastic but, he thought with a pleased grin, she was unique and definitely not just any woman.

She licked her lips, rubbed them together as her eyes grew wider with anticipation. Her breaths even escalated heavier and the heat inflamed every inch of her body, particularly between her thighs. Every slow unfold of the bag heightened all her senses. She could smell the delectable new scent of the unused bag. Her entire body was on high alert as she anticipated the moment she would again suffocate by his guidance. 

The soft and glossy bag was fully unraveled, his fingers pried the opening then his hand slid inside and parted the plastic walls. His eyes looked to her, her eyes were widely focused on the bag and the excitement and anticipation was easily read. His hands gripped the bag's opening then lifted it but his eyes focused on every expression throughout her face. 

She deeply inhaled and locked the air within her chest. The new plastic scent filled her nostrils and lingered within the held breath. The sound of the plastic's motion drove her further into intoxication as it was smoothly lowered over her head. Her lips pressed together, held her breath firmly inside her still chest as her heart steadily pounded. 

His hands guided the bag down against the sides of her neck. His eyes focused on her face through the clear plastic, her surrender to the desire for suffocation reflected throughout her expression and burned brightly within her eyes. 

He pressed his hands against the sides of her face, massaged the smooth plastic against her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. 

His head slightly tilted and against the plastic his lips pressed. He felt the moment she released her held breath, the heat softly blew against the plastic. His lips pressed the plastic against hers as they slightly parted. He suckled her bottom lip, tasted the newness of the sleek plastic. 

He pressed his lips firmer, felt each of her controlled breaths, his tongue pressed the plastic between her kissing lips. He felt her hum through the plastic and against his lips in response to the plastic kiss. 

Such a difference, her mind screamed but more so her body was delivered a new high. She eagerly returned his kiss, loved the sensation of his tongue delivering the softening plastic between her lips. She concentrated breathing through her nose as he continued to coat her lips with the divine plastic with his. She deeply inhaled, the plastic softly crinkled as it brushed against her nose. 

His hands slid down against the sides of her neck then pressed the plastic sealed. Instantly there was a change, the motion of the plastic shifted as her breaths increased. He raised the firmness of his kiss, delivered a plastic version of that earlier transformed kiss. His own breaths increased as his personal arousal grew, felt the hardness envelop within the crotch of his trousers. His hips anxiously shifted and blatantly introduced her to his own raised excitement.

She started that glorious struggle to maintain control of her breaths. The air grew stale as she deeply inhale and exhaled through her flaring nostrils. The press of his firm cock triggered her to lower her hands. Her fingers undid the buckle of his belt then worked the fly of his trousers. Into the confines of his trousers her hand dipped and found his hard cock. 

So much to focus on, the struggling breaths, his wondrous kiss, and stroking his cock. She loved the mental struggle with her focus which only sent her higher and higher on that sexual pedestal. The physical struggle within those plastic confines ensured a higher step upward into her desired euphoria. Every struggled breath increased her excitement which was evident within the dampening confines of her black panties. Her hips gently shifted as her thighs pressed together.

His breaths heightened as he indulged in her firm strokes of his cock. He mentally admired how she pushed herself, sweetly suffocated and pleasured him at the same time. His kiss intensified, heard her struggles in the form of quick gasps and soft groans but her right hand worked his cock beautifully while the left gripped his shirt. He sensed the air was dwindling, the plastic barely blew back against his face and lips and her groans transformed into soft grunts. 

His hands slid down from sealing the bag as he leaned back. He studied her face for a moment, eyed the details of how the plastic had softly molded over her features. Then he drew the bag's opening and pried the plastic, listened to her deeply inhale a dose of new air. His eyes shifted down, studied the deep heaves of her breasts as her chest filled deeply with air. 




Inspiration Ch. 10



Again he brought his hands over her breasts as her hand remained focused on his cock. He hummed with delight as he felt each of her firm strokes down his hard length. His hands gently kneaded her breasts, the tips of her erect nipples pressed against his palms. Harder his hands kneaded as her chest continuously heaved, his fingertips pressed deep into the lush flesh as his nails scraped. 

She inhaled over and over, the rush of air sent shivers over her entire body as his hands raised the level of heat. She concentrated on the manner her hand stroked his cock, firmly up and down the length using the dribble of heated cum as lubrication. 

His hands left her breasts, she slightly groaned then felt his fingers wrap around her motioning wrist. 

He withdrew her hand then grabbed both her wrists, pried her fisted hand from his shirt. He guided her, brought her down against the foot of the bed, held her arms down then again brought his lips against hers pressed through the plastic. 

Her instant hum vibrated against his lips, his tongue drove the plastic deep. He pressed his body down against hers, her thighs spread wide and against her wet panties he ground his cock. 

Her arms were guided higher along the bed, his hands slid and fingers entwined with hers. Slowly his body motioned, ground his cock as firmly as possible to further inflame and moisten her centered pussy. 

Her legs instinctively moved and wrapped around his waist, her heels pressed hard into his trouser covered ass with encouragement. He pressed harder but kept a slow torturous rhythm as his lips and tongue kissed the plastic against her mouth. 

His fingers unwoven, his hands slid down the stretch of her arms, down against her sides then found her tensed thighs. Continuing that deep plastic kiss, his fingers undid the garters then started to guide the stockings baring her thighs. 

Her hands lifted then moved to the back of his thick and wavy and gray streaked hair, fingers twisted and fisted. Her body arched, hips motioned in sync with his firm grinds. 

His hands reached her knees then he pried her legs unwrapped from his waist. His lips left hers, she gasped against the plastic. His body lowered as his hands continued to guide the stockings over her knees and down her calves. 

His lips and tongue tasted down her heated flesh, taking a moment to savor the flavor of her inner full breasts. Then he devoured her left nipple, prodded with his tongue and clenched with his teeth which sent her body sexually squirming beneath his. 

Her legs lifted, assisted the removal of those sheer black stockings. The heels were slipped off her feet as his mouth continued to taunt her nipple. Her moans because breathy, the bag not sealed, air entered within those plastic walls which only prompted her to inhale deeper, the plastic motioned and persistently kissed her damp features. 

Her body instinctively held its rhythm, every inch of her begged for more. She wanted everything he could inflict upon her. She desired the sweetness of suffocation to consume her as he worked every inch of her willing body. 

The stockings slid free from over feet. He shifted, moved higher again delivering his cock firm against her overheated center. Again his lips found hers and smothered the plastic against her them. His hands found her wrists, blindly but with expertise he worked the nylon stocking, wrapped it tight binding her wrists. Wrap after wrap then his fingers secured the binding with a firm knot. 

Down her arms his hands grazed, fingertips curled into her skin. He gathered the second stocking, kept his kiss firm and smeared the sweet plastic against her gaped lips as she desperately returned his kiss. He pressed his cock firm and held himself in place, the stocking worked behind her head then neck. 

His hands tugged the bag down in place then he prepared to seal it around her neck and stated, "Now you will truly suffocate for me." 

He rose up, her body steady with anxious twists. His fingers gathered the stocking then tied it securing the bag's tight seal. 

Propped seat on his knees, he undid the buttons of his shirt then stripped it from his torso. His eyes held hers through the slightly steamed plastic which slowly billowed with each of her exhales then gently caved with each inhale. 

His reached under the garter belt, her rear instinctively lifted, and he guided the panties down. With her assistance, legs lifted, the panties were removed from her body. He took a moment, she smoldering within euphoric suffocation, and admired those lovely lacy panties. The crotch of her panties were rubbed between his thumb and fingers and he commented with a chuckle, "You soaked your panties." 

The suffocation heightened, her arms bent at the elbows as the desire to remove the bag grew.

He shook his head, tossed the panties, then he protested, "No." His hand darted and snatched the wrist binding, straightened her arms then held them down against the bed. He listened to her whine as his lips grinned with his eyes focused with hers. He slyly stated, "You are far from truly suffocating for me." 

He loomed above her, kept her arms held down with one hand and moved the right between her spread legs. He hummed with approval the moment he felt his exploring fingers become slicked by her extreme wetness. Her hips nearly bucked upward as he slowly traced his fingertips about her swollen clit. 

His eyes held their lock with hers, watched hers flutter as the plastic began to mold her features. He studied the gape of her lips, the plastic pressed between them as she struggled with a deep inhale. 

"Hmm," he hummed with admiration then complimented, "You're truly beautiful when you're suffocating." he asked, "Has anyone ever told you that, hmm?" 

She gave her head a quick shake as a grunt sounded passed her plastic coated lips. 

With a smirk he commented, "That's right," two fingers were deeply penetrated, "I'm the only one who has seen you like this." 

Her hips again bucked, desired to drive his fingers deeper. She loudly whined, the plastic began to suction over her head, the air being denied. 

He drew his fingers back then worked his trousers down exposing his cock. His hand gripped his cock and he firmly stroked as his eyes were watchful of her steadily rising struggle. His lips trembled with a sneer formed as his brow tensed. 

He encouraged, "That's it, my muse, suffocate for me." a groaned passed his sneer as his hand worked his cock, "Make me cum by suffocating so beautifully before my eyes." 

She started to loudly grunt, her lips gaped wide with the sheen of suctioned plastic sealing off the air. She felt the tight suction of the plastic over her entire head. Her feeble exhales were useless against the tightened plastic and the mediocre inhales only tightened the plastic's grip. 

Her body's natural response began, her legs pushed against the bed with every muscle twitching. Her arms tugged down against his grip of her bound wrists. She whined then grunted as her chest ached and heart pounded.

He steadied and heightened the strokes of his cock, felt every flinch and pulse within his grip. With a pleasure filled groan he praised, "Very beautiful." his breaths became synchronized with the motion of his hand then he breathed, "Suffocate for me, make me cum." 

Her body arched with panic, no air and her head started to spin. Her body was charged with its natural instinct to fight though she was in pure bliss being held within that suffocating grip. Her eyes rolled and fluttered against the weight of the growing numbness. 

"That's it," he loudly panted as his cock neared its release, "Suffocate, you love to suffocate!" 

His body stiffened as the release was felt. His cock pulsed and spurt heated juices. He grunted with his body jerking in response to the heavenly explosion which ripped from his cock and spread wonderfully over his entire body. 

She felt her body become weighed further. Her legs barely moved as she felt an almost surreal relaxation throughout every inch of her body. It seemed the suffocation no longer existed or mattered. She heavily groaned.

The stocking was untied and the plastic swiftly pealed away from her face. Her entire body suddenly jolted as she loudly gasped and inhaled air deep inside her chest. Her back arched and eyes snapped wide open with near surprise. 

Then again she startled, his lips crushed against hers. A brief moment of confusion then she returned the passion of his kiss and suckled his tongue. Within moments her body was revived and excitedly motioned beneath his. 

His hands explored her, firmly squeezed and kneaded her trembling thighs. Under her bare ass, his hands gripped as his cock continued to throb with satisfaction against her spread center. Through the sensitivity, he again ground himself in effort to stimulate her desiring clit. His mouth tasted and felt each of her erratic breathy groans. He felt his cock's eagerness to again harden through the sensitivity. In a quick thought, he groaned, six months was a long time.

His lips lifted from hers and he nearly panted, "I want to taste you." he lightly suckled her lips then confirmed, "Yes, I'm going to taste my inspiration." 

His hands were swift, again they worked to confine her within that soft plastic to again bring her into heightened breathlessness. 

The stocking again tight and the bag sealed, he maneuvered down her body as she immediately started to pant and whine. Down he moved, created a centered trail of kisses, suckles, and tastes with his tongue. Over her trembling abdomen he continued, her radiating unique sexual scent led him further down. 

Her head buried back against the bed, she controlled herself keeping her arms stretched high with her hands in tight fists. Her back arched and rear pressed down into the bed the moment she felt his mouth latch a firm suck over her clit. A raspy whine sounded from her in response to the tip of his hot tongue taste her clit. Her breaths became uncontrollably erratic, the plastic whispered with every motion telling her that true suffocation was close.

Her legs spread wider as his lips and tongue provoked her clit. Her hips jerked the moment his two fingers pushed into her wet interior and started to steadily probe. Her body found rhythm with his actions. Her head arched further back as her mouth opened wide and passed her lips she inhaled plastic which again began that airless suction. 

A finger was felt against that sensitive center with the crease of her ass, she squealed followed by a drawn out whine. So many wondrous sensations consumed her. The multiple strikes of undoubted pleasure throughout the center of her body combined with the extreme suffocation and she was driven into a bliss of indescribable proportions. She desired nothing but continuance. The tighter the plastic became the further she drowned within euphoria. 

The tip of his tongue firmly flicked while his fingers deeply probed with his other hand delivering the tip of a finger within her ass. Her body approached that desired edge that desperately wanted to rush and spill over. She gagged, nearly choked from air deprivation with every feature of her heat flushed face smothered firmly by plastic. Her head jerked as her body continuously grew closer and closer to that looming edge. 

Her bare feet pushed deep into the bed as her back arched and stiffened. Her grunts ceased as her eyes snapped wide open against the blur of plastic. Every inch of body locked as that edge was reached then plummeted over in an explosive phenomenon that was unlike any other.

He drew back with a heated pant. His eyes darted and saw the ultimate achievement expressed by her plastic sealed features. He crawled back over her and his hands worked loose the stocking from around her neck but not a rushed pace. Almost in a manner to allow the experience to flow over her, he worked free the stocking then slowly pealed away the plastic. 

Her body remained stiff, the rippling effect of the orgasm continued to wave over her body. The plastic pried away from her mouth, she didn't breathe but savored the sensations continuing to move over her. Her eyes finally blinked the moment she felt his lips very gently kiss against hers. 

Bit by bit her body relaxed down against the bed as his tender kiss continued to waken her from a euphoric stupor. She took a slow breath and its sobering effects were slow to emerge. 

Her lips returned his delicate kiss as she slowly regained her breaths through her nose. Again there was a sensation of melting as every joint throughout her body relaxed beneath the loving sweetness of his kiss. Though seemingly heavy, she lifted her arms then limply brought her bound wrists behind his neck, her fingers caressed against his hair. 

His hands grazed softly against her body which trembled against the side effects of her breathless orgasm. He too indulged the uniqueness of their kiss, her lips kissed with equal gentleness. He suckled the tip of her tongue as he continued to tenderly move his hands about her body, felt each nerve twitch and tremble. 

His lips kissed from hers, pressed softly along the side of her dampened face. He tucked his arms beneath her, embraced her trembling body. And then, for the first time in all his sixty years, from his lips his voice whispered against her ear, "I love you."

Her eyes slowly opened upon her hearing those three words. She felt her heart nearly stop with a flutter. Her eyes then head shifted as his head lifted. Her eyes widened the moment she saw the truth within those heavenly expressional dark brown eyes. 

He saw the surprise within her eyes. He never once thought he would ever say those words. Those six months without her after only three days with her, he struggled to make sense of why he changed so much. Those three days was enough to change him completely. Not only had his creative process changed but everything he thought represented him had changed as well. 

An arm slipped from under her then he brought his hand against the side of her flushed face. Again those nearly foreign words slipped smoothly from his mouth, "I love you."

She swallowed against the emotional lump within her throat. Within his eyes the truth of his confession was brilliantly exposed. She heard those words before and in time they had no meaning to her. Yet, said by him, those words took on whole new complete meaning unlike she ever knew. She never saw within her ex husband's eyes what was being revealed to her by his. 

His brow tensed then he questioned, "You don't believe me?" The confusion within her eyes gave him concern.

Her lips parted to respond. She realized her difficulties with their situation, she fell in love him quickly and perhaps that love had started before they actually met. "No," she breathed saw his brow tense further, "I mean, yes."

He continued to frown and asked, "Then what?" 

She shook her head as her eyes started to blink against the sting of what she knew were the beginning of tears. She pressed her lips together then she forced herself to speak but asked, "Do you really?"

His eyes made quick study of her eyes, saw a build of emotion unlike had ever witnessed before. He quickly nodded then stated, "Yes or I wouldn't have said it."

She nodded, knew he was not one to say anything out of context. 

He again witnessed something new, the show of tears lined within her wide blue eyes. He wasn't certain about the meaning of those tears for they were new to him.

She continued to nod as a slight smile formed over her now trembling lips. She again questioned him, "Really?"

He held his frown then slightly snipped, "Yes, dammit."

She belted out a raspy laugh in response to his snip. Her eyes closed and the first tear emerged. She tried to control her laugh which faded into a series of giggles. 

He pushed up a bit and eyed her suspiciously. Then he snapped, "What?!"

She choked back her giggles as a genuine broad smile stretched over her lips. Her eyes brightened though tears continued to trickle down her temples. She shook her head then stated with her own truth, "Nothing's wrong." her fingers gripped his hair, "Just, well, I love you too and, well, I'm happy you love me too." Her shoulders awkwardly shrugged.

The tension across his brow lessened then he shook his head with a slight huff. 

She pulled her arms and brought his lips again to hers. She pressed a firm kiss against his lips, felt his urge to grin. She repeated those three words, "I love you." she then sang, "I love Victor fucking Hardway!"

He chuckled then stated, "Good." His lips silenced her.



Inspiration Ch. 1



"Yes", he breathed "I am yours to fuck as long as you want to, anyway you want."

She pushed the head of the strap-on into him then, for what she was sure was the first of many times to come.



Inspiration Ch. 2



Jon gasped at the pain of initial entry. Elizabeth did not move for several seconds, giving him time to adjust to the welcome intruder. She wanted their first time to be perfect pleasure for him, or as near to perfect as she could make it. He exhaled slowly, and closed his eyes, waiting. "I'm going to move a little farther into you now, Jon. Tell me if it is too much." she said, exerting a gradually increasing pressure which moved the device an inch farther into him. His breathing remained deep and even, but she felt a shiver pass over his immobilized body. 

Elizabeth was motionless, watching his face for signs of both pleasure and pain. There was no question of her power over him at this moment. She felt both the excitement of his surrender to her, and a deeply satisfying sense of responsibility for his well-being. His eyes opened and met hers, and she felt the desire flash between them. Still holding his gaze, she very gradually pushed another inch into his warm and inviting ass. She felt her erect clitoris throbbing against the base of the strap-on, and pushed again, closing her eyes. His body quivered slightly beneath her, and he gave a low groan of painful pleasure. She did not stop this time, but continued the slow and steady progress until her pussy lips could feel his balls beneath them. The entry was complete.

She held the position, without moving. "You are mine now," she said in a fierce whisper, just prior to beginning a slow retreat. 

"Yes, Mistress" he replied, grimacing in both discomfort and intense arousal as she moved again, this time pushing the pink rubber extension of her body all the way back to its previous location. "Oh yes, Mistress", he sighed, as the pleasure began to conquer the pain.

She paused again, and said "I am going to fuck you until I decide to take a break, and then Margarite will take over. Unless you use your safe word, you cannot stop us. Do you understand?" She was getting into a slow, but steady, rhythm in her movements. The tension she had felt in his body earlier was dissipating, as he relaxed and welcomed her motion.

"Yes, Mistress, I understand" he replied, his voice just above a whisper. 

They both heard the click of heels on the steps outside, and froze, just a moment before the door opened.

"Only me", Margarite called, cheerfully, as she entered the room and closed and locked the door behind her. She was wearing a pair of black silk pajamas, with a red robe. "Ah, very nice, Elizabeth. That is exactly what this SlutSir needs; to be ass-fucked by his submissive.", she continued, laughing as she spoke. "By the way, how is he?" she asked her friend, walking from the door toward the futon.

Elizabeth had resumed her steady tempo of retreats and advances, and her attention was once again given to the man she had impaled. Jon appeared to be lost in the sensations and his own lack of power to stop them. Elizabeth knew the feeling of that type of headspace quite intimately, and it thrilled her to see it behind his eyes. He was loving it all, she was sure.

Margarite stood next to the futon, near the end where Jon's bonds were attached. "Yes, I see you are enjoying this, SlutSir", she continued, letting the robe slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. "makes me wonder what else you will enjoy before we tire of fucking you…" she trailed off, with a mischievous smile.

"Whatever you desire, Ma'am", he replied.

"I have what I desire right now", Elizabeth interjected. "I am fucking your beautiful, tight ass, and you are loving it. Aren't you, SlutSir?" She had been moving away from him as she spoke, and at the end of her question, she thrust into him deliberately, making him catch his breath before he could answer.

"Yes, I am, Mistress", he said. "I am loving you taking my ass."

Margarite assumed a more serious demeanor, and sat down on the corner of the futon, near Jon's shoulder. "You are going to need to take a more active role, Jon, While I fuck you, you will be thanking Mistress Elizabeth by eating her wet pussy. You won't be allowed to stop until one of us gives you permission. Are you ready to show your gratitude, SlutSir?", the Domme asked.

"Oh, yes", he whispered in reply, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Elizabeth began an agonizingly slow retreat from his depths. Even with the knowledge of more to come, it was still difficult to force herself to disengage from their new intimacy. "You don't want me to go, do you?" she rhetorically asked, feeling his body shiver In pleasure beneath her.

"No, Mistress", he answered, as the rubber dildo slipped easily out of his ass.

Elizabeth climbed off the bed while Margarite removed her Hefneresque pajamas to reveal a purple leather harness and a realistic version of a penis. It was both longer and wider than the one Elizabeth was now in the process of removing. The harness had been fastened loosely, so the substantial appendage which protruded from it would hang close to her thigh and not spoil the drape of her outfit. With the clothes gone, she no longer wanted it in an at-ease position, and was making adjustments to bring it to the appropriate angle for use. Jon was watching her, speechless with both anticipation and anxiety.

When Margarite was satisfied with the adjustments, she tightened the harness and ran her hand up and down the 8 inches of Caucasian skin-tone silicon, reveling in the feeling of her new cock. "You should feel this, Jon, before it enters that eager and open hole. Here, put your fingers around it" she said, as she knelt on the corner of the bed, positioning the dildo so he could grasp it with his still restrained hand. Obediently, his fingers closed around the two inch wide tool, and his breathing quickened, imagining it invading his recently stretched ass. "It is a bit larger, but you should be ready for it now", she continued, removing his hand and then positioning herself so that the cock's head was barely touching his asshole, poised, and ready to sheath itself in his tight, warm anus. 

Elizabeth was free of the strap-on now. She removed the cock from the harness opening, put the harness atop the dresser, and laid the pink phallus on Jon's broad chest. It was felt warm on his skin, and was still shiny from lubricant when he glanced down at it. The memory of how it felt inside him only minutes earlier sent a bolt of desire through his entire body. Elizabeth looked to her friend, saying "I think we should start with his ass, and then I will climb on his face when I am ready. Besides, I want to watch him take this one", she said, smiling.

"You are such a voyeur", Margarite chuckled, and began her descent into their willing victim's body. Her pressure was steady and slow, without the initial pauses Elizabeth had given him. The broader head of this cock made him utter a small cry of pain, closely followed by a sigh of pleasure as it went through the tight ring of sphincter muscle, gaining complete access. "See, sometimes bigger is better", she continued, pulling back slightly, then moving forward again, evoking a moan from the helpless man beneath her. 

The strokes were steady, though not hard, and Elizabeth watched, fascinated by this new perspective on both her lover and her friend. Her clitoris was tingling, begging to be touched, and she was as wet as if he was tormenting her, keeping her on edge for long as possible before allowing the climax to roll over her. She watched for a few moments more, then joined them on the futon.

She straddled his chest, a knee on either side of his body. She was now facing Margarite, and dragging her wet pussy and erect clitoris over his chest, neck, and chin, then to his face and lips. Feeling the end of his extended tongue graze her lips, she settled her pussy firmly over his mouth. His tongue was wide and flat, and pressed tightly against her as he licked, sucked and intimately fondled her every liquid crevice. 

The feeling was almost overwhelming to her, but she used the control he had taught her as his submissive to lower the urge to explode into a bone-jarring orgasm. She would not make it that easy for her SlutSir. He would have to work for her pleasure. Elizabeth looked at Margarite then, and saw within the redhead's hazel eyes a fire to rival her own blue flames of lust. She raised her pussy slightly to lessen the sensation coursing through her and threatening to take her over the edge, with or without her consent.

Margarite leaned forward at the end of an in stroke, pulled the other woman toward her and placed a soft, yet passionate, kiss on Elizabeth's full lips. In the back of her sensation-flooded mind, Elizabeth was aware that this was one of the "perfect moments" in her life; a mental photograph of it would linger indefinitely. Still connected in a kiss with the other woman, Elizabeth lowered her dripping pussy to Jon's face again, and he returned to his sensual duty with an ever greater enthusiasm. She gave in to the irresistible urge for release, and crashed into the orgasm. His lips locked on her hard clit and he sucked it while she gushed onto his face. Margarite deepened her thrusts then, pushing him into a simultaneous orgasm with his lover. 

He had told Elizabeth that his orgasms from anal were different, more of an entire body experience, and now she understood. She could feel the waves flow over both of them, again and again until she moved her pussy back to his chest and took a few seconds to catch her breath. The atmosphere in the red room felt charged now. Margarite was barely moving at all, and Elizabeth was leaning on her shoulder, rocking gently. The motion reminded Elizabeth of her favorite chair as a child, a large upholstered rocking chair. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the extended glimpse of perfection she was seeing before her.

"That was lovely, Liz", Margarite said, kissing her friend's warm and damp forehead. "I take it your SlutSir's gratitude was expressed well."

"Oh yes, very well. You must have him please you this way", Elizabeth answered. "I know he would be more than happy to show his gratitude to you next", she smiled.

"I am sure he would. After all, I brought him this nice fat cock to fill his ass", Margarite replied, with a few more shallow thrusts as she spoke. "He should be extremely grateful to both of us."

Elizabeth climbed over Jon and off of the futon. Borrowing Margarite's flowing robe, she went to the table to retrieve their drinks. Before she could make the suggestion, Margarite expressed the need for a water and rest break. She withdrew her strap-on penis from Jon's ass, a centimeter at a time, looking directly into his eyes and smiling as he struggled with the conflicting feelings of relief and loss. "Oh, don't be sad, SlutSir," she taunted, removing the last of the device from him. "Elizabeth will be fucking you again soon." She moved off of the futon and released the leather restraints which had held him in place so securely. 

While Elizabeth went to the other part of the house for fresh ice and drinks, Margarite rubbed Jon's wrists and ankles, massaging up the arms and legs, soothing the tired joints and muscles. His eyes were closed and his expression serene. She smiled slightly, thinking of just how right her friend had been when she said that he would love being Topped and fucked by both of them. "And the night is young still", she thought. "This is going to go on for hours, if he can take it." His contented demeanor made her think that it might well be dawn before exhaustion got the best of ecstasy.

Minutes later, Elizabeth returned with the ice bucket, cokes and a pitcher of water for the three of them. She prepared a glass of water for him, and briefly felt a submissive longing to serve him. He was sitting up now on the futon, and she carried his drink to him, lowering her eyes as she held the glass in both hands and presented it to him. "Thank you, Mistress," he said, taking the glass. 

Elizabeth smiled in reply and returned to the table to prepare a drink for herself and Margarite. When this break was over, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She had been shopping with another kinky female friend the previous week, and picked out several things for her enjoyment while with Jon, He had known about the strap-on, but the others she had left as surprises. She suppressed a smile, imagining his face when he saw what was in store for him. 

After inquiring about his readiness to continue the scene, Margarite returned their glasses to the small table and instructed Jon to lie on the bed, with his legs apart. When he was in position, she lifted his cock to reveal the silver ring hanging under the base of it from a hafada piercing. "Very nice," she commented, "I am glad you remembered to replace the barbell, as Elizabeth told you to." She looked to her friend, who had retrieved a small fabric pouch from her toybag, and was returning to the futon with It in hand. "Did you bring the lock?", she asked.

"Oh yes, you know I wouldn't forget something like that", Elizabeth laughed, removing a small brass padlock, a length of thin chain, and a small key attached to a loop of leather cord from the pouch. She put the cord around her neck and glanced at Jon, His eyes were on the key which now hung between her breasts. "Just so I don't lose it and have to get bolt cutters to remove the lock later", she said to him with a straight face. Margarite laughed at the thought of a pair of bolt cutters being used anywhere near a man's genitals.

Jon had to chuckle as well, and said "Thank you for not wearing the bolt cutters on a chain", he joked. Both women giggled at the absurdity of such a thought. Elizabeth joined her friend, who was sitting between Jon's legs. She used the key to open the lock, hooked it through the ring, and snapped it shut.

"There, you sexy SlutSir," she said in a satisfied tone. "To help you remember who owns you tonight, you will wear this until we finish with you. Oh yes, and you are not allowed to touch it, or the key I am wearing, at any time. Do you understand that?" she asked. He replied that he understood, and the next phase of their evening together began.

She put the chain through the opening at the top of the padlock, pulling it until the lock was in the center of the chain. She then wrapped the chain in a criss-cross pattern around his cock, under and over, base to end and back again. By the time she was ready to secure the ends with a second lock, his cock was beginning to harden once more. "I am glad you find this stimulating, SlutSir," she remarked, "But these chains could get rather tight if you keep expanding that way." His cock twitched and grew harder. She snapped the other lock closed, with the locking mechanism hooked through the ring, and through the last link on both ends of the chain. She leaned back to inspect her work and nodded in satisfaction at the sight before her.

"Now," Margarite said to Elizabeth, "I believe you have something special for our slut, don't you? Something you both can enjoy, perhaps?"

"Yes, I believe I do", Elizabeth responded, leaving the bed to put the pouch aside and reach into her toy bag again. This time, she removed a 12 inch long double dildo. With its identical heads at each end, it looked like a sex toy pair of Siamese twins.

She returned to the futon, and showed the new device to Jon. "This is something we will do together", she said. "Do you want me to put one end of this in that lovely hot ass of yours while I fuck the other end of it?"

"Yes, please, Mistress" he replied, his eyes shining with desire, curiosity, and perhaps a touch of fear. Yes, she thought, it will be a long time before this scene is over.



Inspiration Ch. 3



"Need any help with that?" Margarite chirped merrily, moving aside to allow Elizabeth to seat herself comfortably between Jon's open legs. Elizabeth placed the new toy on his chest, giving him a few moments to contemplate what was to come. She scooted forward, her knees bent and her legs over his thighs.

"Actually, yes, that would be nice," she replied, leaning back until her body was horizontal and her head near the other end of the futon. 

"Here, let's make sure this is comfortable," Margarite began, reaching for the lubricant. "For all concerned, of course," she continued, spreading the shiny liquid the length of the two-headed device. Elizabeth suppressed most of a giggle, and she thought she heard Jon sigh in resigned contentment. After completing the preparations, she sat on the edge of the mattress, and turned to face the gap between her friends' bodies, surveying the smoothly shaved pussy and the equally hairless balls that were now facing each other. Margarite began with Elizabeth, stroking the outer lips of her wet and ready vagina, barely brushing against the clitoris in her wanderings. Elizabeth closed her eyes and smiled, loving both the sensations of the present and the anticipation of what was to follow.

Margarite used one hand to spread the lips, and the other to put one end of the double dildo at the entrance to Elizabeth's pussy. "Watch this, Jon," she said. "I want you to see it before you have the privilege of feeling it yourself." The man raised his upper body and propped himself half-upright on his elbows. He could see it all perfectly, and he felt the chains squeeze his hardening cock, as it continued to swell, in response to the sight before him. The weight of the two locks was a constant reminder of his role in this dramatic triad.

Margarite began slowly pushing the rubber cock into Elizabeth's accommodating cunt. The lube made it slide in even easier than it would have from just the benefit of her juices, and soon half of the foot-long toy was embedded in her.

"Now, lie back and take the rest of it, SlutSir," Margarite instructed Jon. He laid back and offered his ass to her. 

As she had with Elizabeth, Margarite began with her hands, running them lightly up his thighs. When she reached his cock, balls and eager to be fucked ass, she teased him with her well-lubed index finger , but stopped just short of actual entry. His hips raised several times in anticipation of a thrust that was withheld until she had the toy in position. Then, his wait ended as she held it in place while commanding him to move onto it. Torn between the desire for complete entry and the need to allow his ass time to adjust, Jon pushed himself gradually onto the deliciously thick and firm cock. 

Elizabeth could feel her lover's motions through the toy as it slid into his ass. In a moment, Margarite's hand was no longer between them, and only a small portion of the two-headed model penis could be seen between the couple. "Oh, yes, that is quite nice," Margarite said, as she rose from the mattress to open a drawer in the chest. She retuned to the futon and her companions with a wrapped condom, which she was opening. "I really like the way those chains decorate your cock, SlutSir," the Domme continued, "But I suspect that they would be somewhat uncomfortable to a partner. Let's see if this will take care of that." She removed the rolled circle of latex from the foil, and lowered it over Jon's chain-wrapped and erect cock. 

He moaned as the snug fit of the condom made links of the thin chain bite into him. Margarite ran her hand down the length of the chained and sheathed shaft, testing whether the layer of latex had made the new surface texture more pleasant. She smiled, apparently satisfied with the result. "Now, give me your arms," she said, " you are going to sit up and both be fucked by this lovely device Elizabeth was clever enough to bring for us tonight."

Margarite took Jon's left arm in her right hand, and Elizabeth's right arm in her left hand, and helped both of them rise to a sitting position, with the double dildo still buried deep in each of them. Elizabeth reached for Jon, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, and causing the toy to move another half-inch into her very wet pussy. For the first time since the night's scene began, Jon and Elizabeth kissed, long and deep.

"Do you like being fucked with me as much as you like being fucked by me?" Elizabeth whispered to her lover, as they began a slow rocking motion, forward and back, feeling the toy shift each time they moved.

"Oh yes, Mistress, thank you" he replied, leaning back while she leaned forward. Still wrapped in each other's arms, they formed an erotic seesaw which Margarite was watching closely. Elizabeth knew that her friend was bisexual, but she also knew that Margarite did not normally enjoy intercourse with males. She said she felt much too dominated with a dick inside her, and, unlike Elizabeth and Jon, Margarite was not a switch. Still, it appeared to Elizabeth that she was clearly into the voyeuristic pleasures of seeing her companions ride the double dildo.

The lovely tension of impending orgasm was building in Elizabeth. Although she could exercise a high degree of control over her own responses, there was a time when she just had to let go and be carried away on the waves of sensation. She knew that time was fast approaching. "I am going to come soon, Jon," she said, "go over with me. Come with me, now."

The wave that had been building In both of them broke then, and they held each other tighter, pushing down hard on the cock which joined them, savoring the shivers and cries of both themselves and each other. While the aftershocks were still being felt by both of them, Margarite shed her remaining clothing and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to kiss Elizabeth and then Jon. "That was great to watch, very erotic, very exciting," she cooed in a soft voice, while stroking her female friend's face, and leaning her head on Jon's shoulder. He turned to kiss her forehead, pushing back a red strand which had escaped the confines of her chignon.

Elizabeth smiled and replied "It was pretty erotic to experience as well. You should try it sometime." She paused, then added, "If you think you would enjoy it."

" You might be surprised by what I would enjoy," the Domme replied, with a lascivious grin. "You need to lie back now so I can find some nice things to enjoy on both of you." The lovers released each other and reclined until their backs were once again on the futon. "Now, you will show me your gratitude, SlutSir," she continued, turning to straddle Jon's face. While on her knees and still a few inches above his mouth, she leaned forward to take Elizabeth's hands and pull her back to a sitting posture. As the two women kissed, Margarite lowered her wet and swollen pussy onto his waiting mouth.

Elizabeth was more than familiar with Jon's enthusiasm for oral sex, both giving and receiving. Feeling Margarite shiver, she could well imagine how his warm, flat tongue was exploring every sweet mound and fold hidden beneath the trimmed auburn curls of pubic hair. When they broke the kiss, Margarite smiled and sighed with the pleasure of his oral services. "My SlutSir is good, isn't he?" Elizabeth asked. A murmured "um hum" was her only reply. Margarite's eyes were closed now, as she focused on the sharp pleasure of having her erect clitoris licked and sucked. Elizabeth bowed her head to kiss Margarite's neck, shoulders, and breasts before taking a hard nipple between her lips. The three of them formed an erotic circle encompassing anal, vaginal and oral passion.

Margarite had told both of them that she never reached orgasm with a partner, only when she was alone in her bed or watching porn films, solo, at home. Although Elizabeth could not imagine such a thing herself, she had no doubt that Margarite was being truthful. Odd though that might be, she understood that sex can be very enjoyable with or without the "big bang," and just considered it a matter of individual psychosexual makeup. Elizabeth could not imagine how one could not come while being so skillfully devoured, but she had long been opposed to viewing sex as goal-oriented behavior, and knew that Jon felt the same way about it. 

Margarite lifted Elizabeth's head away from her breast, and kissed her again, long and deep. Breaking the kiss, she then raised her dripping pussy off of Jon's mouth, and dismounted his thoroughly moistened face. Elizabeth expected the other woman to return to observer status then, but that was not Margarite's plan. She had Elizabeth lie back again, turned around to face Jon, and mounted him again, this time with his cock poised at the entrance to her vagina. 

"Now I am going to give you a reward for thanking me so well, SlutSir," she said, and she lowered herself onto his latex and chain covered erection. Jon moaned in pleasure and excitement at this unexpected turn of events. "How does It feel to be filled with Elizabeth's toy while your cock is in me?" Margarite asked. "All we have left to work with is your mouth, but then I already sampled that, didn't I?" she added playfully, beginning to move up and down on his cock.

"Yes, Ma'am, you did" he replied. "Thank you for allowing me that privilege."

"Oh, don't mention it, SlutSir," the Domme responded, raising and lowering her body in a steady rhythm now. Elizabeth was propped up on her elbows now so she could watch Margarite ride Jon. Pushing down on the bed with her feet, she tilted her pelvis up slightly, evoking a shiver of delight from her thoroughly possessed and controlled Sir. She then dropped it again, timing her movements to coincide with Margarite's. Jon was deliciously trapped between the two of them, both invading and being invaded. Even through the layer of latex, he could feel the tight grip of Margarite's pussy, which intensified the feeling of the chains even more. He closed his eyes and focused on his helpless state, and the bliss it had induced.



Inspiration Ch. 4



Their surroundings dissolved in Jon's mind as he focused on the transcendent pleasures being given to his body. His cock was bound, wrapped, and held in the firm of grip of Margarite's surprisingly wet pussy. Elizabeth was rocking her pelvis, moving the double dildo on which they both were mounted. The sensations combined and he drifted, powerless, to the edge of orgasm.

Just when he thought he would fall over into the chasm, both women stopped their movements, bringing him back over the border of response control. Only his past experiences and training as a bottom gave him the ability to rein in the intense urge for release they had triggered in him. "Focus, Focus," Margarite instructed. "You need to wait a little longer for your reward." Elizabeth quivered as a memory of herself kneeling at his feet while he said those words to her flashed though her mind. She knew the delectable struggle he was having.

When Jon's breathing became more even, Margarite moved again, starting slowly and then increasing her speed and his depth of penetration. Elizabeth resumed the rhythmic rocking motion, and wrapped her arms around her lover's legs to hold his body steady while both Domme's used him for their erotic and power-based pleasure.

"I want you to come, now, you slut," Elizabeth said, increasing her tempo. Margarite was learning forward atop him now, with her small and perfectly-formed breasts dangling just above his face, begging to be kissed and sucked.

"Suck, SlutSir," Margarite ordered. "Lick and kiss and suck my nipples. Earn your orgasm." He eagerly obeyed, moaning into the pale skin of her breast as he closed his lips around the pale pink nipple. "Um, yes that is very good, Jon," she said, closing her eyes to revel in the dual stimulation of his chained cock and warm, wet mouth.

Elizabeth knew she was ready to release him from his orgasmic suspense when the combination of the rubber cock moving in her ass and the sight of her lover being fucked by her beautiful friend made her ready to come with him. "I want you to let go, now, Jon," she said. "I want to feel you coming with me while Margarite rides your lovely hard cock." No further urging was necessary, and he released the now hard and erect nipple from his mouth to make the deep and primitive growl that Elizabeth so loved to hear. She locked her arms around his muscular thighs, while their bodies quaked in the throes of pleasure delayed but rarely denied. Margarite laid forward onto his heaving chest, and held him in her arms until he was still and all tension in his body gone.

"I am going to release you now, SlutSit," Margarite said to the drained and content man beneath her, "but only temporarily. We have other plans for you, but that sweet cock needs to be free and you need to take a break." She placed her palms down on the bed, one above each of his shoulders, and moved her body forward, sliding off of his softening penis. She leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead before dismounting completely and reaching for her robe. Elizabeth moved back then, holding the middle portion of their shared toy in one hand to keep it steady in his ass while she removed her pussy from the other end.

She sat up, between his legs, and gave herself a few moments to admire her lover in his current state of sensual contentment. His eyes were closed and he was wearing the Mona Lisa smile of the well-fucked. His nipples were a deeper shade of pink than usual, due to the lingering effects of the clamps, which Margarite had removed during their previous break. Elizabeth extended her fingers and brushed the palms of her hands over his still-tender nipples. He shivered slightly, opened his eyes, and said "Thank you, Mistress. That was wonderful." Margarite paused while fixing their next round of drinks to remind him cheerily that she had played an important role in making a good time even better, and he thanked her with equal sincerity.

"I am going to take this out of you now," Elizabeth told Jon, grasping the middle of the double dildo in one hand while cradling his balls in the other. He sighed, but did not voice any objections, so she guided the toy in its gradual retreat and exit. She laid it aside on a hand towel Margarite had thoughtfully placed at the end of the futon, and then returned to her lover. 

She stretched her body out next to his, and they rolled to face each other. She wrapped her arms around him, as he did to her, and they held each other in silence. Elizabeth heard the room door open and close quietly and knew that her friend had left them alone for the time being. She willed their post-orgasmic blissful intimacy to last forever, knowing that it could not. She kissed him lightly on the lips, then pressed her cheek against his chest while he hugged her tighter. "Jon? Can you do some more things with us tonight? " she asked, her voice little more than a whisper.

" Yes Mistress, anything that you want tonight. You are in control of the scene, and of me." he replied.

Elizabeth kissed him again, harder this time, and he responded in kind. "Yes, I am, but it is my decision to make sure you are able to enjoy it all. If you need to stop, for any reason, please tell me." she said. He laughed briefly before assuring her that he had no need, and certainly no desire, to end their session. "Good, SlutSir, because I have several more plans for you tonight." she responded, with a mischievous half-smile.

"Not to mention the wicked ones that I have." Margarite added, returning to the room. The three of them laughed at her truthful humor, and the couple released each other so they could sit up, stretch their limbs and drink from the freshly chilled glasses of water with which their hostess had returned from the house. "Are you doing okay with everything, Jon?" Margarite asked, dropping her Domme role for the moment.

"Oh yes, and thank you, Ma'am," he replied. "Both of you are wonderful." Elizabeth and Margarite each put one arm around Jon's shoulders, and the other around each other and the friends held each other close. Elizabeth whispered "kiss us, Sir" into Jon's ear just before she turned to kiss and lick Margarite's lips. He hesitated for a second, and Margarite inclined her head toward him, without losing contact with Elizabeth's soft lips and probing tongue. He joined the kiss. 

The familiarity of the feeling was altered by the presence of two sets of lips, and two wet tongues encircling his. His arms flexed to pull them closer, and Elizabeth reached down to his hardening cock and stripped off the condom, discarding it onto the hand towel to keep the double dildo company for the time being. The chains remained in place, securely anchored by the two padlocks. 

Elizabeth pulled back slightly, breaking her portion of the three-way kiss. Jon released her from his hold, as did Margarite, and she rose from the futon to get her keys. It was time for her lover to move on to other experiences with them, and the chains would not be needed. Margarite had moved onto Jon's lap, and was speaking softly to him about how much he had pleased her when Elizabeth returned to remove the chains and locks.

"Please excuse me for a moment," she said, reaching between them to lift the locks and insert the keys in first one and then the other. She unwrapped the thin chain, taking note of the ligature marks left by the links. The chain and locks were set aside and she ran her fingertips down the length of his cock, enjoying the slight indentations on its surface. "Does it feel good to be free again, Sir?" she asked, feeling his erection growing from her touch.

"Yes, Mistress, it feels very good." he replied.

"Well, enjoy It while you can," she answered, rising and donning her outerwear to return to the house for a restroom and snack break. "I will be back with some more treats for you soon," she said, leaving the room.

In the kitchen, she filled an insulated lunch bag with ice cubes. A brief search of the drawers yielded a thin rubber spatula, a basting brush, and several bamboo skewers, which she stored away In the pocket on the front of the bag. She smiled, imagining his face when he saw her "treats."

Meantime, in the playroom, Margarite informed Jon that he would be moved to the inflatable bondage chair, a piece of equipment which had been awaiting use in the far corner of the room. It resembled the plastic balloon-like furniture which appeared in the swinging 60's, but with a kinky twist The chair was black vinyl with wide Velcro-backed restraints on the arms and near the floor on the front. When fastened around the wrists and ankles, they would hold the occupant of the chair comfortably in place for whatever activity was to follow. 

Elizabeth returned to the room, lunch bag in hand, as Jon was being guided to the chair. "Excellent idea!" she exclaimed, while Margarite was closing the wrist restraints. 

Elizabeth had always had a fetish for men's wrist bands. Whether It was the bondage potential, or just the way they emphasized the hands and forearms, she could not say. She simply liked them, a lot. The sight of Margarite putting the restraints around Jon's wrists and then his ankles made her wet and ready to be penetrated by his cock, which was again upright and ready to serve his captors' pleasures. Margarite turned to her friend and smiled lasciviously, as she put the final band around Jon's left ankle, giving It a little satisfied pat after it was closed.

"Now, I am sure You will be just fine there for a bit, SlutSir," Margarite said. "I think it Is time for the girls to have fun without you." Elizabeth suppressed a giggle, and put the lunch bag on the dresser. Margarite came to Elizabeth and hugged her close, whispering "let him watch this and get all hot and bothered before we cool him down," she said, with a brief glance at the ice-filled bag. Elizabeth nodded her assent just before they kissed. 

They started softly, almost chastely, and then built in passion Jon's gaze was fixed on the delectable sight before him as Elizabeth's clothes were removed by both woman between their affectionate kisses and hugs. He had little doubt that he would be put to use as something other than a voyeur in bondage, and, for now, was concentrating on enjoying the show before him. 

The kisses traveled from lips to necks to breasts, and Elizabeth could not have honestly said what was more thrilling to her, what she was doing physically or knowing that Jon was watching it all, powerless to do anything else and at their mercy. The two women had played together previously, but the sexual content was limited to some manual stimulation and a great deal of sensuous kissing. Elizabeth had enjoyed it thoroughly then, but this was better still. She could imagine the things going through Jon's mind while enjoying the soft and smooth feel of Margarite's small hands traveling over her bare skin.

"This is lovely, dear, but let's check on our slut," Margarite said "We wouldn't want him to get too excited, after all." Elizabeth agreed, and their caresses were suspended while they returned to the man who had been so entranced by their performance.

Elizabeth bent to put her arms around his head and press his face between her breasts, while Margarite brought over the condensation-covered lunch bag. Jon took first one nipple in his mouth and then the other, licking the erect tips and then sucking them into his mouth while she sighed with the pleasure of his ministrations.

"SlutSir, I do believe that You are enjoying our performance just a bit too much," Margarite said. "Liz keeps telling me what a hot man you are and all, but it's time to cool you off a bit now." Elizabeth giggled, knowing what was to come, and raised her body away from him, removing her breast from his eager mouth. 

Margarite held an ice cube in her hand and rubbed it over the head of his erection, evoking a gasp, closely followed by a shiver. "Ah, yes, this should help you settle down. This might help as well" she continued, rubbing it over his erect nipples. His body was taunt with both desire and the painful cold being applied to the most sensitive areas. Involuntarily, his arms tried to move to protect his nipples from further contact with the burning cold, but the restraints held them firmly in place.

When Margarite knelt in front of the chair to lift his balls in one hand while rubbing their surface with the ice in her other hand, Elizabeth bent over her lover and took his puckered nipples into her warm hands and mouth. The contrasting sensations and temperatures made him ride the glorious fence between pain and pleasure. He wanted them to stop, and to never stop. His balls ached from the cold even as his nipples sent jolts of pleasure to his temporarily ignored cock. 

"Jon, we are going to release you from this chair now, but you are going to continue to please us and serve our desires. Are you able to do that?" Margarite asked, sliding the remains of the ice cube down his inner thigh.

"Yes, Ma'am. I will do whatever is pleasing to you and Mistress," he said. "I am yours until you release me tonight."

"So true, SlutSir, so true," Margarite agreed. "Elizabeth, would you bring me the CBT bag, please?" she asked, removing another ice cube from the bag and moving it up his opposite thigh. His leg stiffened in an escape reflex, but was held firm by the Velcro band around the ankle.

"But of course I will," Elizabeth replied with a broad smile. "I have been wanting to try a few things on that eager cock of his, not to mention the ball-stretcher you gave me. I am sure Jon is just going to love having his balls held away from his body for a while we torment his sweet cock."

Margarite rose from the floor in front of the chair, dragging the ice cube all the way up to his face. "You must be thirsty now" she said. "Here, suck this until It is gone," she continued, putting the rest of the cube Into his mouth. "We still have more than hour left to play with you, slutSir, and the fun is far from over."



Inspiration Ch. 5



Elizabeth retrieved the small leather duffle bag while Margarite freed Jon from the Velcro-backed strips which had held him in place. Elizabeth had limited experience with the art of cock and ball play, but, knowing it was one of her lover's favorite bottoming activities, she had been intent on learning. Now she would get the opportunity for some "hands-on" experience, she thought with a smile.

Margarite returned Jon to the futon and instructed him to lie on his back, arms together, above his head. She went to the dresser, opened a drawer, and removed a black leather blindfold. She returned to the futon and looked down at her consensual victim. "Jon? I am going to blindfold you now. Do you remember your safe words?" she asked. 

"Yes, Mistress, 'yellow', and 'red'." he replied, his eyes fixed on the blindfold in her hands. She sat on the edge of the mattress to put the blindfold in place and secure it with the buckle at the back of his head. She kissed him lightly on both cheeks and then his lips before rising to bind his hands together with a length of nylon rope and then tie the ends to the armrest. 

Elizabeth had been watching in silence, bag in hand. Margarite looked up at her, while giving the final knot a tug and asked her to take care of his ankles. Elizabeth put down the bag, and went to the opposite end of the bed from her friend to tie Jon's legs open, with one ankle on each end of the arm rest. She moved her hands up the insides of his thighs after he was securely fastened, stopping just before they would have touched his testicles. "SlutSir, it pleases me very much to see you helpless like this, exposed for our use." she said, just before cupping her hand under his balls and lifting them up and slightly away from his body. He smiled and sighed, but did not speak. 

Margarite extracted a black leather device from the duffle bag. It was small enough to fit completely in her hand, a strip of leather with a circular band attached on each end. She snapped the bottom strip closed at the top of Jon's scrotum, and the top strip encircled the base of his rapidly hardening penis when it was closed. Elizabeth released his balls to run her fingertips over the leather his genitals were now held by. She noted the small d-ring between the two circles, and smiled as she hooked one long red nail in it and gave a gentle tug. Margarite laughed as the man jumped slightly. "Now, now, slutSir," the Domme said in a mock scolding voice, "You need not be so nervous. We are way too fond of the equipment between your legs to ever damage it"

"Yes, Ma'am," Jon replied, smiling at her truthful humor. "You know I trust both of you."

"Yes, I do know," Margarite answered. "I hope you will trust us, no matter what happens now. Can you do that, Slut Sir?"

Elizabeth had an idea of what was going to happen, since they had talked about it more than once, but she had not been sure. Although Jon answered that he would trust them, she heard the tension and uncertainty In his voice. She moved up on the bed until she was close enough to lay her head on his shoulder and whisper into his ear. . "Sir, you know I will not let anything bad happen to you. Just relax and enjoy the surprise we have for you." she said. He murmured his assent to whatever events were to follow. 

Looking up at his bound wrists made Elizabeth want to forget her male genital torture tutorial and just bury his cock in her wet pussy, but she knew there would be time for that later this evening. She kissed his cheek and rose from the futon, just as the three of them heard a car enter the driveway. "I'll check on it," Margarite was quick to say, pulling on her robe and going to the door, "probably just turning around or something." 

She motioned to Elizabeth to join her at the door, and then whispered "I will go meet our guest. Be right back." In a louder voice, she said "Hmm, I think they just need directions, don't move a muscle, SlutSir, until I get back." she said, opening the door. Just before she closed it on her way out, she called back into the room, "Oh yes, I guess you really can't move much, can you?" Jon could not help but laugh, temporarily forgetting his unease at the prospect of their hostess having uninvited guests. Elizabeth returned to him to stroke his face, chest and arms while alternating kisses and pinches on his erect nipples. She was gratified to feel his anxious tension turn into a more enjoyably type of anticipation.

The door knob turned and Margarite cried "I'm back!" as she entered the room, motioning to Elizabeth to be quiet, and pointing over her shoulder. Elizabeth nodded her understanding. "It was just a woman who needed directions. She was looking at the wrong map, of all things." Margarite laughed. As she entered the room after Margarite, Eve grinned and waved to Elizabeth. She was in her full Top mode, and wore an evil smirk, accessorized by a black sleeveless PVC dress which laced up the front. Though naturally petite, she wore her usual platform heels, making her about average height, like Elizabeth. Her black hair was almost as shiny as her attire, and Elizabeth was truly impressed with the sight of her two friends. Margarite was the taller, thinner, naturally intriguing and attractive woman, while dark-eyed Eve was more of a glamorous sensualist. That she would arrive in fetish dress did not surprise Elizabeth in the least.

"That's ok. We have been doing just fine, but I know that our SlutSir is in need of some proper attention now." Elizabeth said to Margarite, returning Eve's wave. Jon had told her more than once that he would enjoy playing with Eve, an experience he had never had, although he had known her for years. Elizabeth smiled at the way in which his wish was soon to be fulfilled.

Eve placed her bag on the floor at the end of the futon. Margarite walked to within a couple of feet of their captive, smiled, and said "I think perhaps we should try some of those clothespins you brought, Liz." Elizabeth agreed, giving Jon's balls a light squeeze, and then pinching the underside of his cock, just above the piercing. 

Eve moved the bondage chair closer to the bed, and was removing a variety of toys and devices which Elizabeth could not identify from her bag. She placed them in the chair, one by one, like a doctor laying out the tools of his trade prior to the operation. Margarite gave Jon's nipple a sharp pinch, evoking a cry of pain and surprise, immediately followed by a sigh of pleasure. Elizabeth produced a small velvet drawstring bag containing about 20 black plastic clothespins, and placed the bag on John's chest.

Apparently satisfied with the configuration of torment equipment she had created, Eve took a step away from the chair, and gave her future S & M partner a long look of appraisal. Jon's strong arms looked particularly appealing bound to one another at the wrists, she thought. His cock was growing erect as if he could feel the caress of her eyes from one end of his body to the other.

Eve's long, natural nails, were polished to a deep red shine. She reached for both his nipples, and pinched them with the edges of her thumbs and forefingers. This time he inhaled sharply, but did not cry out, though Elizabeth noticed his erection grow from the stimulation. "Very nice, SlutSir," Margarite commented, near his face to continue his illusion that he was with only two women.

Elizabeth went to the other end of the bed, opened her arms and grasped his ankles in her curled hands. The feeling of the bonds atop his skin was exhilarating to her. She loosened her grip, and ran the tips of her fingers around the tops of the ropes, where they met with the flesh. "You belong to us now, Sir," she said, in a quiet and even voice. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, in an equally calm voice of contentment 

Eve removed the velvet bag from his chest, dragging it down the length of his torso and over his cock before lifting it out of contact with his skin. She opened the bag and put three pins on each side of her outfit's v-neck. The three friends knew without asking that they would be easier, and faster, to access on her clothing than in a bag or on a table. Eve could, if she chose to, layer one sensation atop another in rapid succession. 

Margarite knelt by the side of the bed to kiss Jon and whisper private words into his ear while Eve applied the first clothespin to the same spot Elizabeth had pinched, just above the piercing. Elizabeth had released his ankles and was standing back to watch Margarite and her own imposter, Eve, begin the first part of his genital torment. Within minutes, all 6 pins were attached in a row along the cock's underside, using the tiny ridge of skin Elizabeth thought of as a seam for their clothesline. Jon quivered and moaned with each added pin, but raised no objections. Elizabeth was fascinated with this first glimpse of her lover's masochistic aspect.

Once the first set of pins were neatly aligned , Eve reached for her short riding crop, and ran the end from bottom to top of the pins' protruding ends. Elizabeth smiled, suddenly thinking of how this motion resembled a piano player's finale run of the keys. She knew this scene was nowhere near its finish, however. Eve made two more trips up and down the row of pins before she began to tap lightly on his testicles with the rectangular bat on the end of the crop. He strained against his ankle bonds, which held securely. Eve very gradually increased the impact of the gentle blows until he could not remain silent any longer. 

Elizabeth knew that Eve was far too skilled in her sadistic delights to harm a partner, but she still cringed when the crop came down several times in quick succession on his inner thighs. She was personally acquainted with the level of pain that could be inflicted in such a delicate part of the body.

Eve returned the crop to its place on the chair, and transferred five more clothespins from the bag to her neckline. Margarite moved back from the futon, and motioned to Elizabeth to take her place, which she readily did. "Did you enjoy that, SlutSir?" she whispered to her lover, glancing at Eve who was holding his balls in her hand. He managed to reply that he did enjoy it very much just before Elizabeth kissed him and Eve struck his balls with a small deerskin flogger. Each strike hit Eve's hand as well as the delights which it held, and he returned Elizabeth's kiss with increasing passion as the erotic torture continued.

Eve released him in order to return the flogger to the chair, and then began to attach the next group of clothespins. This time, they would form a graceful arc spanning the width of his scrotum. Each pin made his body go tense momentarily, but, again, he did not object to the experience. When all five were in place, Elizabeth broke the prolonged kiss to ask how he was doing. He assured her he was fine, just before Eve removed the pin nearest the end of his cock, making him scream as the blood returned to the formerly compressed fold of flesh. 

By the time Eve reached for the next pin in the line, Margarite was involved again, massaging and lightly slapping his firm thighs and the parts of his ass that his position allowed her to reach. Elizabeth thrust her tongue against his and then sucked as if it were his cock, distracting him from the physical impossibility of only two women providing everything he was now feeling. His body lurched against the restraints with each pin's removal. When his cock was without any pins, Elizabeth moved her head down his body until his throbbing cock could fine comfort in her mouth. She circled the head with her tongue, a prelude she knew he enjoyed. The pain seemed to have subsided somewhat, and his pelvis arched in an attempt to push his cock's full length into her warm and welcoming mouth. She accommodated his wishes, wrapping her lips tightly around the base of the erection. Eve flicked each of the remaining pins before removing them, and with each of his cries, Elizabeth rededicated her efforts to make the pain more erotic. Margarite had changed location to the head of the futon and was talking to him in a low voice while Eve's torment complimented Elizabeth's pleasure. "You love this slutSir. We know you do. You are going to shoot into your Mistress' sweet mouth soon, if she allows it, aren't you?" she said. Before he could respond, Eve removed the final pin and Margarite lifted his blindfold. The combination of surprise, pain and pleasure sent him into an orgasm that was both long-lasting and disorienting. 

Elizabeth was both excited and gratified by his release, and held him between her lips while Eve untied his ankles and began to massage them back to a normal level of circulation. He smiled a bit sheepishly, having been tricked into playing with Eve, something he had long hoped to do. Elizabeth relinquished her oral hold on his satiated cock to move up and free his wrists. Before she could massage them, his arms, though slightly shaky, were wrapped tightly around her. Margarite and Eve moved away to store toys and pour drinks for all, leaving Jon and Elizabeth to bask in the beauty of post-power exchange nirvana.