1 comments/ 5686 views/ 1 favorites Like Mickey, Only More So By: dgharis She looked askance at me. "Yes, I know him. We were together for a while, yes. Didn't work out, though." She took another sip of her coffee. "He's ... interesting. You ever see '9 1/2 Weeks'? The one with Kim and Mickey?" I nodded, yes. "Like Mickey, only more so. You'll want to take it slow with him; it would be easy to get in over your head." She looked intently at me. "There was one before me. She was young, too young. Not ready for that intense relationship. She had a mental breakdown; it was six months before she was released from the hospital." "You sure you want to go through with this?" I nodded again; she shrugged, then wrote down a phone number. "He's usually there; he works from home most of the time." Another look. "I can set up a meeting, if you like. You know Hennessy's?" I did. "Give me a minute." She took her phone and dialed a number. A couple of minutes later she nodded at me, then put the phone away. "Be there tomorrow night, at eight. She handed me her phone. "That's him, two years ago." I took a look; nice face, strong, clean shaven, conservative hairstyle. I put the number in my purse. "Thanks." "Don't mention it." She looked at the check, laid a twenty on the table, then put her phone away and left. I finished my coffee, then paid the bill on my way out. ---------- Hennessy's is a nice place; Irish, like a lot of places, but quiet. Mostly businessmen and working girls (no, not that kind) looking to unwind and maybe make a little discreet arrangement. My kind of place. He was already there, at a table in the back. He waved; I walked over and sat down as he signaled the waiter. "Susan Lancaster." "Michael Dannerman. Pleased to meet you." "Likewise." I turned to the waiter. "Guinness Stout." He raised an eyebrow. "Sam Adams Winter Lager for me." The waiter left with the order. "An unusual choice. Where did you pick up a taste for that?" "A lovely summer vacation in Ireland, two years ago. Spent half of it in the local pubs. I learned a few of the songs, too." He chuckled. "I can imagine. You'll have to sing me a couple sometime. Not here, though; this is a classy establishment." The waiter brought us our drinks. "Cheers." After a sip he leaned back a bit. "I suppose Marty told you about me." "A little, yes." "Lies, all of it. I never did any of those things. I swear it." I looked quizzically at him. "None of them?" "Well ... okay, maybe some of them. Most of them." He smiled. "Like Mickey, only more so. An interesting description. I do have some things in common with that character. We're both assertive, forceful; we like to be in charge. But that character is two dimensional; his only interest was in subjugating her. A woman tires quickly of that." "Unh huh. So why did the two of you break up?" He looked thoughtfully at me. "Very well. We're both dominant; we want to be in charge. That sort of arrangement never works out well. Fortunately we figured it out early. The parting was amicable; we're still friends." "And the one before her?" He stared at me fore a moment. "She told you about that?" "Yes." "But she didn't tell you all of it, did she?" "She told me the girl had a mental breakdown." He sighed. "True, as far as it went. I was a damned fool, thinking only of myself. Too blind to see the signs. Until the night she came apart." He took a sip of his beer. "She didn't tell you about that, did she? How the girl tried to kill me?" "No." He pulled his hair back; a long scar ran from his forehead back along his head. "Just grazed me. I didn't press charges; she needed help, not jail. I made sure she got help; I paid for everything." He relaxed a bit. "She also didn't tell you that I spent the next three years in therapy. My selfishness, my shortsightedness, had driven her to madness and nearly destroyed her. It took a long time to move that mountain of guilt." "And now?" "She moved to Chicago a couple of years ago. Married, a couple of kids, a home in the suburbs. Doing well." I raised an eyebrow at that. "Sounds like there's still some guilt there." He smiled. "Only a small hill now. I can cope with that." He grew serious again. "I have never forgotten the lesson, though. In every relationship your partner's needs come before your own. Always." He smiled at me again. "Enough of the depressing conversation. Have you eaten?" "Not yet." "Good. There's a good Mexican place a couple of blocks away. Interested?" "Lead on." ---------- The food was excellent. And the fried ice cream for dessert; if you've never had it I pity you. Over coffee we talked a bit more, then he walked me home. I hesitated at the door, then invited him in. I'm weak, I know; round heels and all that. The usual set up; soft lights, soft music, drinks, snuggle on the couch; you know. Pretty soon we were in each other's arms. The clothes began to come off. When we were down to my lingerie and his boxers he asked the question. "So ... have you ever tried bondage?" Now we come to it. "No. I've heard about it, of course." "Would you like to try it?" Hmm. What big teeth you have, Grandma ... "Just what do you have in mind?" He told me; it didn't sound too bad. "And if I want out?" "Hum a tune. Any tune. I'll release you immediately. Safety first." I took a deep breath. "All right, but take it slow, okay?" "Of course." He swept up our clothes, picked me up in his arms, and carried me into the bedroom. Once on the bed he removed my bra, then pulled my arms behind me and bound my wrists with his necktie. More fondling. "Open wide." He wadded up one of my stockings and gently stuffed it into my mouth, then secured it with the other. This was a new experience for me; I had never been submissive before. He proceeded to tie my scarf over my eyes; now I was really in the moment, wondering what he would do next. I heard him shed his boxers, then he lay down next to me and pulled me around so that I was lying on my side facing him. A moment later his lips and tongue were working their way down toward my crotch. His fingers hooked the waistband of my panties and pulled them completely off. I didn't resist; indeed, I helped as much as I could. I was in his embrace, rubbing my body against his, silently pleading for him to continue, to enter me. I was wet, nipples erect, my skin on fire; I wanted him, wanted him now. His lips brushed my sex; my back arched in response, pressing my vulva against him. He ran his tongue leisurely over my labia, driving me even closer to the edge. Then it touched my clit; I felt as though an electric shock had passed through me. It was frustrating; I wanted to grab his penis, to guide it into place, but I could not see it or use my hands. I pleaded with him as best I could, but he ignored my muffled cries, taking his own sweet time. Finally he entered; I climaxed within a few seconds. He continued, bringing me to climax after climax. I lost all track of time; four? Five? More? Then one last climax, in which he joined me. Wow. I had never had such an experience; never. He released me; we cuddled and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Morning; he was gone. A note on the bedside table, thanking me for a wonderful evening. I sighed and began to get ready for work. ---------- I met the girls the next evening; coffee at Starbucks. We get together once a week or so to catch up on the news; we've been doing it for a couple of years now. I told them about him; they naturally pressed me for details. I shrugged and filled them in. "On the first date? And you let him do that? You don't even know him!" "Not directly, no, but I did do my homework first. He has no criminal record, and stays out of the news, so he's discreet. I spoke to one of his old flames; she okayed him." "That's not much to go on." "Oh, come on; I can hardly afford a private detective to investigate every man I want to date. There is always going to be some risk; that's part of the fun, after all." "Yes, but to let a man you never met before do that to you; that's a little too risky, don't you think?" "With some men it would be, yes; but I had the feeling he wouldn't go too far. And I was right." "Feeling? And you were lucky; even if his intentions were honorable he could have harmed you unintentionally; you were not in a position to stop him, either." "That's part of it; surrendering myself, letting him do as he wished. Being in his power. That's exciting." They shook their heads and changed the subject, but their faces said they weren't convinced. No matter; it's my life and my choice, not theirs. ---------- That Friday he called me at work. "I thought you might be hungry. Say Chinese? I know a good one over on Lexington." "Sounds good. I get off at five." "Fine. I'll pick you up then." The restaurant was Szechuan; spicy, lots of lamb and beef on the menu. We plied chopsticks amid various dishes and a heaping bowl of rice, all washed down with strong tea. You'll never get fat on it, but it will fill up the empty spaces. Afterward he drove me over to his place. Nice place; roomy, especially the bedroom. That was big enough for a Roman orgy; a huge bed dominated the room. One door led off to the bathroom, which was bigger than some hotel rooms. Another door led to a walk in closet that could hold enough clothes for a small army. And a third door. That one was locked. I looked over to where he was sitting on the bed watching me. "Bluebeard's closet, of course." He tossed a key to me. "Pardon me while I fetch my axe." I smiled at him, then turned and unlocked the door. Another bedroom. A double bed in the middle, a pair of dressers against one wall, a wardrobe against the other. I turned; he was standing in the doorway. "The maid must have tidied up the bodies. My axe is missing, too; I'll have to speak to her about that." There was one slight difference, though; eyebolts. Dozens of them, on the bed frame, the ceiling, the walls, the floor. So this was where he played. "Go ahead, open them." He pointed to the dressers and the wardrobe. The one dresser was full of all sorts of fetish clothing; maid's outfits, catsuits, bikinis, leather, latex, satin, you name it. The second was full of rope, straps, cuffs, tape, scarves, blindfolds, gags, binders, and other restraints. The wardrobe held all manner of clamps, dildos, vibrators, whips, paddles, feathers, and other devices for giving pleasure and pain. I took my time looking over it all. "So what will be your pleasure tonight?" Hmm. "That's ... difficult. There are so many possibilities." "In that case I'll decide." I looked dubious at that. "I'm going to pull some things out and lay them on the bed. Anything you don't want, tell me and I'll put it back." He started in. "Okay, that's enough." He looked at me; on the bed were three scarves and a single length of rope. "That's not very much." I smiled. "Let's see how creative you are." ---------- It turned out that he was very creative. The scarves blindfolded and gagged me; the one piece of rope tied my wrists behind me to my ankles. A hogtie, it's called, and it's quite effective. I wiggled naked on the bed, unable to make any progress toward freeing myself. I could hear him in the other bedroom, but he resolutely ignored what little noise I was able to make. This was maddening; I couldn't touch him, or myself, or get free. The only thing I could do was wait for him to release me. He took his own sweet time about it, too. I struggled and squirmed and moaned and yelped to no avail. "How are we doing?" I expressed my frustration as best I could; he just chuckled. "I see. Well, perhaps I can hurry matters along." He began to caress me; a touch here, a touch there. Damn him; I wanted more. More I got. By the time he really got down to business I was almost wild with desire; I wanted him NOW. Then the bastard eased off and backed away; I could have killed him. "Not yet; patience, my dear." Patience, my posterior. Get your cock over here NOW! A couple more times; winding me up, then easing off. By then I was nearly mad with frustration. When he finally entered I almost immediately climaxed; he kept going, of course. By the time we finished I had climaxed four more times and he had come twice as well. He released me, then laid me on my stomach and gave me a thorough massage. Ah, that was heavenly. By the time he finished I was totally relaxed, limp; again we cuddled and drifted off to sleep. In the morning we disentangled ourselves, then he made breakfast. Or rather he tried; it turns out he's no cook. I looked over his shoulder, then elbowed him aside and took over. "Let me do it; that way it will be edible. If you would get the coffee?" He scowled while I smiled sweetly, then shrugged and busied himself with the percolator. After breakfast he took me home; I kissed him goodbye at the door, then he drove off and I went in. ---------- The girls were incredulous. "You let him do that? He could have killed you; nobody would have known." I snorted. "He's not like that. He's never hurt me, not even a little. And he knows what he's doing; he never leaves me alone." "Still; to let a man you barely know ..." "I trust him; and he has proven trustworthy." "Two dates is not much of a track record." I shrugged. They stared at me; I almost laughed. If I had a picture of their faces ... ---------- The next weekend he suggested a visit to the club. I wasn't really comfortable with that; it was one thing to do it in private, just the two of us. It was quite another to do it in public in front of strangers. He smiled at me. "If you mean sex, no. We don't do that. But we do dress up and parade our subs in the club. As for it being public, we are discreet. No one wants to have their sexual preferences publicized; that would adversely affect our professional lives." "Don't worry; no one outside the club will know. We'll make sure of that." I looked him in the eye. "How will we do that?" He smiled. "Let me show you." I'm sitting in the passenger seat of his car. The windows are tinted, so no one can see in except through the windshield, which is good. I'm wearing a skin tight vinyl catsuit with matching stiletto boots; very stylish. The suit has zippers over my breasts and crotch for easy access. My arms are secured behind me in a vinyl sleeve; it's laced up and secured to a high stiff leather collar around my neck. My mouth is filled with a large ball gag. Over it all is a belted trench coat and wide brimmed hat. We pulled into the parking garage. It's dark, already night; he opened the door and hustled me into the club. Unlikely anyone could see me, so my fears are largely unfounded. Inside the bouncer took my hat and coat and ushered us into the main room. Nice; spacious, tastefully decorated, laid back atmosphere. Quiet; soft music playing. A few dozen people walking around with drinks, chatting. About half doms and half subs, dressed in everything from skimpy fetish wear to conservative business suits, like him. He clipped a leash onto my collar, snagged a drink from one of the waiters, and led me into the crowd. "Good evening, Laura." Nice looking woman; tall, redhead, expensive pantsuit. "Good evening, Michael. I see you have a new one." She led an attractive man on a thin leash. He smiled at her. "I see you and James are still together. This is Susan." I nodded by way of greeting. They chatted for a minute, then she asked if he would take the gag out so she could chat with me. He grinned at that. "No, it stays in. But that shouldn't stop you." "But she can't talk!" "She can still communicate. Ever play 'Twenty Questions'?" "Yes." "Same principle. Yes or no questions; nod for yes, shake for no. If she does neither she doesn't know the answer or is unwilling to answer." He passed my leash to her and moved away to chat with someone else. She worked it out by asking me to come to her office the next day for a chat; I agreed. After a couple of minutes she passed the leash back to him and moved off. He smiled at me, then someone mounted the stage and took the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the contest." I looked quizzically at him. He smiled. "The doms will vote on which dom and sub make the best couple. The winning pair will be asked to put on a short performance on stage." He looked back at the announcer. "It's unlikely we'll be chosen; I'm too conservative for their tastes." Unlikely is not impossible; we were chosen. He bowed to the assembly, then turned to me. "You don't have to go through with this if you don't want to. They'll be disappointed, but they'll understand. Do you want to perform?" I thought it over; why not? I was already here among them, in fetish wear, bound and gagged. I nodded, yes. He smiled; "Good. Here we go." He led me up on the stage and presented me. Then he reached up and pulled down a chain, which he attached to my collar. Next he produced a blindfold which he slipped into place. I felt him unzipping the suit; my breasts were exposed. The crowd murmured approval. Clamps on my nipples; weights tugged at them. More murmurs. Zip. My crotch was exposed. Noise; a buzzing sound. I thrilled as the vibrator touched my labia, then withdrew; I stepped toward the sound, trying to bring it back. He kept touching, then withdrawing as I pursued it; a kinky game of tag. The crowd murmured some more. It touched my clit; I nearly rose up on my toes. He held it there as I responded; ending in a shuddering climax. He pushed it further in, against my G spot; another climax. Then he pushed it all the way in, and I climaxed again, to the crowd's applause. He zipped my crotch up, holding it in place, then released me from the chain. We took a final bow, to another round of applause, then he led me off the stage into the crowd. He leaned over and murmured into my ear. "It seems you have made quite an impression on them. My status has gone up tremendously." I rubbed up against him; a gesture of approval. In truth the vibrator was effectively distracting me; I was having trouble staying on my feet. Another voice; female. "May I?" "Certainly." Zip. A soft, feminine hand reached in and manipulated the vibrator; I climaxed almost at once. She kept going; I arched my back as another climax swept over me. "Impressive. I envy you." The hand withdrew; zip. I steadied myself. We made our goodbyes and left. Zip. He reached in and massaged my crotch; another climax. My knees buckled; he steadied me. He pulled the vibrator out, then zipped me up again. Thank God; I was weak, nearly spent, from the constant stimulation. He removed the clamps and zipped up my breasts, then removed the blindfold, put on my hat and coat, and led me back out to the car. Back to his place, where we made long slow love to top off a wonderful evening. ---------- The next day I went to Laura's office, in one of the innumerable buildings downtown. She brought me into her inner sanctum and seated me on a couch; she sat on the other end. Over coffee we had a nice long chat. She had known Michael for years. "Yes, we did have a relationship, but never anything serious. I can be either submissive or dominant, according to circumstance or mood, but he is definitely dominant. That was too restrictive for me. We're still good friends, though." She smiled at me. "He's pretty intense, isn't he?" "Yes; yes, he is." "Be careful. Take it slow. He tell you about her?" "Yes." "Take that seriously. It is really easy to get too far in, to lose yourself in it. Slow and easy." "That's what Marty said." "She's right. I repeat; be careful." "You think he'll harm me?" "Not physically, no. He's never lifted a hand against anyone that I know of. But mentally and emotionally, yes. Not purposely, of course. But that intensity is bound to change the way you view him; to change the way you view yourself. Make sure that change is for the better." She sipped her coffee. "If you are ever in doubt come see me; my door is always open." Like Mickey, Only More So "Thanks, I will. And I will take it slow." "Good." She got up and showed me out. "Good night, and take care." "I will, thank you. Good night." ---------- The girls stared open mouthed; I snapped a picture of it. I may start a scrapbook. One of them found her voice. "So much for his being discreet. A club, in front of a crowd? I didn't know you were an exhibitionist." I chuckled. "I'm not, really. The club is strictly for those into the scene; what happens there, stays there." "So you say. You may live to regret those words." "Perhaps. But I doubt it; the other members have too much to lose by revealing what goes on there." "Hmph." She did not seem in the least convinced; I shrugged and sipped my coffee. ---------- I moaned and shifted on the bed. I was tied naked, spread eagled, gagged and blindfolded with scarves. He lay beside me, whispering in my ear as he ran his fingers up and down my belly. "Laura called earlier; she expressed an interest in participating. I invited her to join us tonight; I hope you don't mind." What the ... I expressed my annoyance as best I could. "You're annoyed; I should have warned you. I'm sorry. I can call her and tell her not to come if you like; she'll be disappointed, but she can handle it. Do you want me to do that?" I thought for a moment, then shook my head, no. The fault was his, not hers. "Thank you." He continued caressing me, but made no effort to go further; he correctly sensed that I was not ready for that. The doorbell rang; he got up. "Be back in a minute." He slipped on a robe and padded out to the entry. The door opened and closed; I could hear them quietly conversing. After a minute they came into the bedroom. She leaned over the bed. "I seem to have come at an inopportune time. Should I leave?" Again I shook my head, no. "Okay. We'll discuss this afterward." They disrobed and got to work. Under the influence of their gentle touches my annoyance subsided. They brought me to climax, then she took my place on the bed and he and I got to work. A short time later she arched her back and shuddered, then fell back limp. We paused for a bit. Robes and hot tea in the living room. He actually got down on his knees and apologized to me; how many men would do that? "I forgive you. In the future, please warn me ahead of time, though." "I will." She smiled. "Now that that's settled, where were we?" She and I are lying on the bed, nude, tied face to face, blindfolded. We take turns giving him oral sex, while his strong hands roam over our bodies. All three of us climax within moments of one another. Afterwards, over tea, we chatted a bit. She smiled at me. "Yes, I do occasionally get together with him. I can be either submissive or dominant, as fits my mood, unlike him." He smiled at her. "True. I'm definitely dominant. Oh, I've tried being the submissive, but I really wasn't into it." I leaned back, thoughtful. "I definitely enjoy the submissive part; dominance I'm not sure about. Maybe if I tried it a bit more." She looked at me. "Probably not. You are definitely the submissive type. Trust me on that." He nodded in agreement. I shrugged; if so, was that such a bad thing? As long as I enjoy it ... ---------- The girls were speechless; I snapped another picture. Going to be an interesting scrapbook. "A threesome? What next?" "Let you know when it happens." One of them frowned. "I think you're getting carried away with this. You need to slow down; take a deep breath, get your bearings." "I disagree. We've been taking it slow; he's never gone further than I was willing." "The problem is not him; he knows what he's doing. The problem is you; you're head over heels into it, giddy with it. You're in danger of losing who you are." I thought that over for a moment. "No, I don't think so. It's true that it is changing me; I've gotten a look at a wider world. I'm more alive, more aware. Yes, I do need to be careful, and I will be. But I'm going to keep going down the rabbit hole, to see where it leads." She shook her head. "That's what bothers me. Curiosity killed the cat, remember." "And satisfaction brought him back." ---------- We're going to the club again. Tonight each sub will wear one bondage item concealed on their person; the doms will compete at trying to guess what item each sub is wearing. The winner gets a small prize in addition to the envy of the others. "Since you have to wear it, you can pick it. I advise against anything too large or too complex, though. Vibrators are definite out; the sound is a dead giveaway. And nothing you can't conceal under a dress, such as a collar." "Hmm. That does restrict our choices a bit." I pulled out a length of rope. "What can you do with this?" He thought for a moment. "That will do nicely. Lift up your skirt and pull down your panties so I can put it into place." I was wearing a flared summer dress, with matching pumps and hat. Most of the other subs were similarly attired; nothing skimpy or flashy. The doms circulated among us, inspecting (looking only, no touching allowed) and chatting with us. Then, after about an hour, the contest began. For fun I tried guessing as well; I couldn't figure out half of them. Laura won, with a perfect score. How she did that I had no idea. No one else was even close. She scored a bottle of Dom Perignon; I'm sure that made her happy. I asked Michael about it afterward. He chuckled a bit. "Know what she does for a living?" "No." "She's a private detective." "Ah, that explains it." "Yes. Don't ever lie to her; she'll spot it right away." He turned serious for a moment. "Some doms make their subs do that in public. That's foolish; not everyone is as observant as she is, but you never know. Having your fetish publicly exposed could ruin your professional and social life; not worth it." ---------- The phone rang; I set down the spatula and answered it. "Hi, it's me, Michael. I have a friend here with a little problem and I thought you might be able to help. Mind if we come over? Say in about an hour?" "Sure. Italian OK?" "Great. We're hungry, so better make extra. I'll bring the wine." "See you in an hour." He showed up with another man, who he introduced as Ron. Over dinner Ron, with a little prodding, told me about his problem. "It's Cindy, my girlfriend. We've been together for about two years now. We've discussed marriage, but neither of us is quite ready yet. We do have sex, on a regular basis, but no kids, not until we're married." "Sounds perfectly normal. So what's the problem?" "She wants more than just straight sex; she wants me to dominate her, to make her my slave. I'm not really comfortable with that." I set down my glass. "If she just wants it once in a while, for variety, accommodate her. Who knows, you might even like it. But if she wants it all the time, that's not healthy. She probably needs professional help in that case. Which is it?" "I don't really know; I'm uncomfortable even discussing it." "Comfortable or not, you need to find out, for her sake." I paused and looked at Michael. "Perhaps we can help. Why don't you bring her over to Michael's place tomorrow night? The four of us can have a nice long chat and perhaps sort it out. Say eight PM?" I looked at Michael; he nodded, yes. Ron sat back. "If you think that will help ..." "It can't hurt." He sat for a moment, then nodded. "We'll be there." "Good. We'll see you then." ---------- Eight PM, Michael's living room. The four of us are sitting down, sipping coffee. (Michael is no cook, but he makes the best coffee going; says he learned from his roommate in college.) Cindy turned out to be a pert little blonde, about the size of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and much prettier. After we settled in she told us her side of it. "Yes, I do want him to take charge, to be his slave. Not all the time; that would get old. Just once in a while. Not just in bed, either. I'd like to start, oh say Saturday morning, and be at his beck and call for the whole day, doing whatever he commands. Including sex." "Sounds good to me; we were worried that you might want it all the time, in which case you would definitely have issues that needed addressing. But once in a while is fine." Ron definitely looked uncomfortable. "Start slow and simple, though. He's not used to that role; ease him into it." I looked at Michael. "Perhaps a demonstration would help?" He nodded. "It might. Why don't we go into the bedroom?" The four of us retired to his bedroom, where I sat down on the bed. "We're going to give you a small sample of what it's like. If there's something you'd rather not see, say so; we're trying to enlighten you, not disgust you." I began to remove my clothes while Michael retrieved a handful of scarves from the other room. Michael proceeded to tie my hands and feet into a classic hogtie, then finished with a gag and blindfold. "This is a fairly simple, but effective method. As you can see, she's at my mercy; I can inflict pain"; I yelped as he smacked my rear; "or pleasure." I moaned as he caressed my groin. And she loves it. Don't you dear? I nodded enthusiastically. "Why don't you give it a try?" They hemmed and hawed a bit, then agreed. Michael untied my hands from my feet, removed my gag and blindfold, then sat me in a chair facing the bed. He sat down beside me, then motioned to Ron. "Go ahead." I looked at Cindy. "Take your clothes off; if I can, you can." She shrugged and began to disrobe. When she was finished I had her lie down on her back. Michael took over direction. "Tie her legs to the bedposts. Now her arms; not too tight. You want some slack, so she can move a little. Now a blindfold." Ron finished up, then looked at us. Michael shrugged, then removed his clothes. "Now yours. If I can, you can." Ron removed his clothes, then paused. Michael looked at him. "What? You need a map?" "No, but ... I don't think we really want an audience. No offense." "None taken." Michael scooped me up in his arms. "Let's give them some privacy." He carried me into the other room. Later, much later, we discussed the experience over dinner. Ron looked much more relaxed. "You know, I was really hesitant at first, but once I got started I really did enjoy it. To be in charge, to have her helpless, unable to do anything except respond; that was great." Cindy giggled. "He did take a little prodding at first, but once he got going there was no stopping him. And what a ride that was!" We all chuckled a bit. "I definitely want more of that." Ron smiled. "Count on it, dear." ---------- The girls were past shocked; I snapped yet another picture. My scrapbook is coming along nicely. "So; now kinky marriage counseling. What's next? Branding? Escort service?" I chuckled. "Branding; no, I'm not really into pain. Escort service; hmm. I could use the extra cash ..." I burst out laughing at their expressions. "Oh, come on. No way would I do that; the risk of exposure and possible arrest isn't worth it. I like my job and wouldn't jeopardize it with such foolishness." They did not seem convinced; they probably thought there was no limit to my depravity. "Look, in private or at the club is one thing; going public is another. I'm not going to abandon my career for the sake of pleasure." Finally she shook her head and threw up her hands. "I give up; there's no saving you." "Saving me? Look, it's kinky sex, not cannibalism or devil worship. There's really no need for exorcism or anything like that." "So you say. Okay girls, we'd better go. Before we catch whatever she's got." They all laughed as we settled up and left. ---------- Michael's place. Laura and I are both there. We're standing naked in his playroom. Our arms are zipped up in vinyl arm binders and locked to collars around our necks. Vinyl hoods cover our heads, with the exception of our mouths and noses. Chains from the ceiling to our collars hold us upright. He moves around us, humming a little tune. Straps bind our arms to our chests, more straps bind them around our waists. She squeals, then moans. He moves over to me. He pulls my hips toward him. Pressure against my anus; steadily increasing. Suddenly it enters; a dildo. I gasped. "How does that feel?" "Big. Really big." He chuckled. "Hers is bigger. A lot bigger." Another, larger, dildo followed. Then leather straps around my waist and through my crotch to hold them in place. More straps, around my knees, around my ankles. Tight clamps on my nipples, my labia; weights pull on them. And the final touch; a rubber gag fills my mouth. He pumps it up, expanding it until it fills my mouth to bursting. He gives us a final caress and withdraws. We can barely move; we cannot speak or see. Every little movement sets the weights swinging, increasing the tension. I wiggle my hips; the dildos move, rubbing inside me. I can hear Laura near me, but cannot reach her. He returns. His hands move to my crotch; he turns the vibrators on. Ah, not dildos; vibrators. He tightens the clamps; I moan. Again he moves away. I cannot escape the stimulation, or moderate it; the heat rises. I climax; again, again, ... ---------- We lie on the bed, still nude, still in the arm binders, hoods, collars, and gags. Straps bind our arms to our bodies; more bind our knees and ankles, and bind our ankles to the straps around our arms; a hogtie. The vibrators are gone, replaced with inflatable plugs swollen until our rectums and vaginas are filled to bursting. The clamps and weights are gone, replaced by smaller ones which we cannot dislodge, no matter how we squirm. I rub up against her; she moans in response. She returns the favor; I moan as her knee rubs my crotch. Between her motion and my own we each manage another climax, but no more; it is simply too difficult, too tiring. We lie exhausted; we drift off to sleep. He does not permit this; smacks on our rears awaken us. Bastard. I'm lying spread out on the bed, arms and legs tied to the bedposts, the hood and gag still in place. Clamps on my labia and nipples are pulled taut to the ceiling. Laura is between my legs. Her hood is still in place; her arms are bound behind her, her legs bound spread to the foot of the bed. She reaches out, her lips brushing my vulva; I moan and press against her. Her tongue flicks my clit; my back arches. I feel the bed move; he is taking her from behind. Our rhythm increases; I climax, then he climaxes with her. We change positions; she is on the bed with my head between her legs. As I begin to lick her he enters me from behind. My rhythm matches his; she climaxes seconds ahead of us. We are kneeling on the floor, thighs strapped to ankles. Our gags are removed, but we are still hooded. Clamps tug at our labia and nipples. We alternately take his organ in our mouths, licking and sucking away as though it were a giant popsicle; he tugs on the clamps when we slow down. He comes in my mouth; in hers; thankfully he wears a condom each time. He has tucked us in for the night. Our hands are tied to the headboard, our ankles to the foot of the bed. The hoods and gags are still in place; the inflatable plugs back in our crotches. A last kiss, then we drift off to sleep. In the morning he releases us; after a massage and a shower we have breakfast. We are ravenous; it disappears as if by magic. Laura and I bid him goodbye; she drives me home. ---------- The girls are becoming jaded; they take the latest news more calmly. "You let him do that? In your rear?" "Yes; it was uncomfortable at first, but then it actually became pleasurable, especially when there was one in front as well." I looked at them. "I wouldn't let anyone else do it, though; you could be injured that way. Don't try this at home." They shook their heads and went back to their coffee. Mandy looked wistfully at me and stirred her coffee slowly; signs of interest. "Something bothering you, Mandy?" She looked sideways at me. "Well ..." "Go on, out with it." "I was wondering ..." "If what works for me will work for you. Is that it?" The other girls looked shocked; the infection was spreading. "Well, yes. I've been watching you; you're more vibrant, more alive, happier since you met him. And I have been thinking that I might try it." I looked evenly at her. "If you were thinking happiness is found through kink, think again. That has worked for me, but there is no guarantee it will work for you. We each find happiness in our own way. That said, do you still want to try it?" "Yes." I paused and wrote down Laura's address and work phone for her. "Get in touch with her. She is into the scene and has been for years; she's a more reliable source than I am. She can fill you in." Mandy fingered the paper. I sighed and pulled out my phone. "Laura? Susan Lancaster. I have someone here who is in need of advice. Mind if we come over? Say tomorrow, about eight? Good; see you then." I hung up. "Meet me here at seven. Now, if you ladies don't mind, I still have to work for a living and I need some sleep. Good night." I paid up and left. ---------- Mandy was there at seven, along with the other girls. I expected that; after all, they had an interest in the proceedings as well. "Before we go, some last minute instructions. Tonight we are going to go talk to her. That is all we will do. If you wish to go further with it, that can come later. Understand?" "Yes." The others looked at us with apprehension. "So why are you ladies here?" Mandy answered. "Trying to save the wayward soul, of course. They were trying to talk me out of it." Another answered. "Trying to stop the spread of infection; if we don't, how long before we all succumb?" I snorted. "It's kinky sex, not Ebola. You are in no danger of catching it, any more than you're in danger of catching Catholicism. I've been regaling you with stories for a couple of months now, and none of you ever expressed any desire for that." I looked at Mandy. "Time to go. Ladies, we'll be back in a couple of hours. You can find out then what happened." We paid up, went out, got into my car, and left. ---------- Laura ushered us into her office and sat us down on the couch, then took a chair facing us. "Now what is this about?" I motioned to Mandy; she took a deep breath, then started. "Susan has been telling us of her ... adventures, and it sounded interesting. Like something I might want to try; but I'm hesitant to just plunge in. I'd like to get some more info, maybe meet someone like minded who will guide me through it." "I see. It is true that I am into the scene and have been for some years, so I know quite a bit about it. Were you looking to get into the scene, or just looking to spice up a relationship, or maybe something in between?" "Closer to spicing up a relationship; I don't see myself in one of those clubs. I'm a very private person." Laura nodded. "Are you currently in a relationship?" "Not really; there are a few guys I date off and on, but nothing serious. None that I would really want to approach with this." "So you would like to meet someone new that you could share this with?" "Yes; yes, I would. I'd take it slow, of course; get to know him first." "Prudent. I can arrange that for you, but you would do better at the club, I believe; most of the suitable males I know are members. You don't have to participate in the activities, necessarily, but you might enjoy that as well." Mandy looked thoughtful. "I'll take that under consideration." "Good. Now, is there anything else you wanted to discuss?" Mandy took another deep breath. "If you don't mind I'd like to see it for myself; see what it's like." I raised an eyebrow at that, but she avoided my gaze. Like Mickey, Only More So Laura smiled. "I think that can be arranged, if Susan is willing." She looked at me; I shrugged and nodded, yes. "Good. Come into the back with me." A conference room. I removed my clothes and laid them on the couch while Laura got rope and scarves out of a credenza. A minute later my arms were bound up behind my shoulder blades in a reverse prayer position, as it's called, my legs were tied spread to the legs of her conference table, and I was gagged and blindfolded. Laura had a paddle in her hand, which she wielded swiftly and efficiently; I yelped and squirmed throughout the performance, to no avail. The paddle was replaced with a vibrator, which she ran all over my body, finishing with it firmly pressed against my clit as I climaxed. Then she released me and turned to Mandy. "That was a small sample of what it's like; there are many different possible variations, of course. What you and your prospective partner decide is completely up to you, of course." Mandy looked, well, intrigued; maybe even a little aroused. "I ... I'd like to try it. To be in Susan's place, for a little bit." Laura looked at me; I shrugged. "Fine. Undress, completely, then lie down on the couch." She was lying face up on the couch, nude, hands tied behind her, ankles tied crossed holding her knees apart, and gagged with the scarves. We ran our hands, lips, and tongues over her body, arousing her, ever higher, until she climaxed with a scream of pleasure. We then untied her and gently massaged her as she panted. After we dressed we went out to the office and had coffee. Mandy smiled. "That was ... wonderful. Thank you. Now I'm sure; I do want this in my life. Not like Susan; I don't think the club scene is for me. But just me and my man, definitely." Laura returned her smile. "Glad to help. If you do decide to visit the club give me a call; I'll bring you along and guide you through it. Now, if you don't mind, I still have work to do. Good night, ladies, and have a pleasant evening." "Thank you." She showed us out; we drove back to Starbucks. "I thought I said we were just going to talk?" Mandy giggled. "I know. But I really needed to see it, to experience it; words alone weren't enough. Sorry." "No need to apologize. No harm, no foul. Glad you enjoyed it." "Yeah. Now to find the right guy and ..." She stopped and stared out the window. ---------- The girls were alarmed. "Another one falls; the evil is spreading." "Look, it's not like that. I told you; It's kinky sex, not cannibalism or devil worship. Stop looking at me like I'm a Jezebel, luring you to your doom. Any of the rest of you want to try it?" "No. But you do keep telling us the stories of your sexual exploits." "Because you enjoy hearing about them, not because I'm looking for converts to some weird cult. You haven't tried it yourselves, have you? In spite of everything I've told you?" "No." "And that's the way it should be. It isn't for everyone, and that's okay. Different strokes for different folks, as they used to say." Mandy smiled. "And I'm not Susan; no clubs for me. Just me and the right guy; that's all I want." They did not look convinced, but they let the matter drop. We paid up and left. ---------- The club is busy tonight; it's the annual fundraiser. The way this works is that the subs are held in the back room, nude, hands cuffed behind them, blindfolded, and brought out one by one to be inspected by the doms. Each dom may inspect any sub by paying a five hundred dollar fee; they may poke and caress as much as they wish, subject to the approval of the owning dom, of course. After each sub is thoroughly inspected they are led up on the stage and each dom bids secretly on that sub. The inspection fees and bids are forfeit and go directly into the club's treasury. The winning bidder gets to perform on stage with the sub they bid on. I had voiced my misgivings to Michael; I didn't like the idea of just anyone having his way with me on stage. "Relax. First, it's unlikely you'll be chosen. Second, the sale is subject to the conditions set by the seller; that's me, in your case. If I object to something being done to you, then that something is not done. Period. Third, we do not permit any sexual intercourse in the public areas, nor do we permit anyone to be harmed in any way. Anyone who violates either rule is banned, permanently; there may be civil or criminal charges filed as well, if the offense warrants it. Lastly, most doms and subs are in long term relationships; publicly abusing someone's lover in front of them does not go over well." After each sub is bid on the fun starts. We subs are let out and circulate among the doms; we interrogate them, trying to establish which of us got the winning bid. Only yes or no questions are permitted; the doms must answer truthfully. The winner knows of course, but participates as well to throw off suspicion. The winner gets a session with the dom of their choice; an eagerly sought prize. My turn to be inspected. I am paraded all around the room. Over half the doms paid the fee to inspect me; never have I been touched by so many people in so many places. The bidding was lengthy; I was on the stage for several minutes. After a long wait while for the remaining subs to be bid on we were released, given pencils and notepads, and told to start asking questions. That was great fun; a gigantic game of Clue, with everyone going at once. I filled up several pages with notes and had it narrowed down to ones of three people by the time one of us figured it out; that close. Michael told me afterward that, although I didn't get the winning bid, I had raised the most money for the club. "Thanks to you, we even have a slight surplus. They'll invest that; perhaps eventually it will be self supporting." ---------- The girls were bemused; another picture for the scrapbook. "The game sounds fun, yes; but being auctioned off like cattle?" "It's more a rental, or a short-term lease, than a sale. And the terms prohibit anything the seller disapproves of; no dom wants to see someone else abuse their sub. And everything happens in public, in front of everybody, which discourages anyone who might bend the rules a bit." "Still ..." I turned to Mandy. "How are you coming along in your search?" "Not well; the guys I know are too straight, or too creepy. I'm going to have to widen my search." "Just be careful; there are a lot of weirdos out there." "I know. Get to know them first, before you get into bed with them." "Exactly. But even more care is required for this. You're putting yourself in his power; you don't want to do that with someone you're not completely sure of." "Says the one who did it on the first date." Ouch. "But I will be careful." ---------- Another weekend at the club. A talent show; the subs are expected to perform in the nude for the entertainment of the doms. There's a band, singers, dancers, even a comedian and a juggler. Those without talent wait tables instead. The doms are expected to tip heavily, with the proceeds benefiting the club. Mandy is there, as well, in tow behind one of the doms. She's happily waiting tables. I raised an eyebrow; she smiled. "I've come here a couple of times, actually. Nice place. And since I met Tim", pointing to her dom, "I'm all set. We'll show up here once in a while, but mostly we'll do our thing at home, in private." She turned and went to the next table. I'm picked for one of the acts. This mystifies me; I can't play a musical instrument, my singing scares pets and small children, and I'm only a passable dancer at my best. A skit, they tell me. I'm the last act of the night. When I objected that I had absolutely no talent or training for acting they told me all I had to do was sit on a couch and read cue cards. "Nothing to it." Yeah, right. I waited nervously backstage for my turn. Michael is in the skit, too. I'm sitting naked on the couch; he's kneeling in front of me. He makes the most ridiculous promises, while I fend him off at first, then gradually come around. Easy, especially with him. "Susan, will you marry me?" I looked at the prompter; no cue card. Dead silence in the room. What the ...? It's real. He's really proposing. Here. Now. I was dumbfounded for a minute as realization dawned, then I reached out and kissed him firmly. "Yes, Michael, I will marry you." He slipped the ring on my finger, then took me in his arms and kissed me as I embraced him as well. We held that for at least a minute as everyone in the place cheered and clapped. I was in a daze for the rest of the night; everyone congratulated us. We went to his place afterwards; our lovemaking was the best yet. ---------- The girls were all there, of course. I showed off the rock; they chuckled. "We already know." "How ... who ..." "We put him up to it." "Why ... you ..." Mandy giggled. "Blame me. I put them up to it. With her help." I turned; Laura and Michael walked in and sat down beside me. I hugged and kissed him, then turned back to Laura with his hand in mine. "So it's your doing." "Of course. You were ready for it, both of you. I just gave a gentle push to get it started." "But I wasn't ready!" "Bull. You've been ready for two months or more. I just gave a push in the right direction, like I said." "But we weren't really ready ..." "Then why is the rock on your finger?" I gave up. "All right, but I'll get you all on the conspiracy rap." They all laughed. ---------- I'm lying in his bed; naked, wrists bound behind me, elbows bund together, arms bound to my body, mouth stuffed with cloth and duct taped, eyes taped. He's next to me; fondling, kissing, licking, caressing. I cannot escape, but that does not matter. I am his, body and soul, now and always. I would have it no other way. He enters. Aaahh ...