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Luncheon Confessions Ch. 01

By: seatacrch



"An interesting turn of events," Robert murmured, scanning his former slave's face as she was sitting opposite him after lunch in their early afternoon having a glass of wine. 

Service and pace of movement at their seaport restaurant had lessened considerably after lunch hour ended. In a quieter, much calmer atmosphere, they could finally do away with surface pleasantries. 

He admitted to himself her announcement was not without a slight twinge of reluctance. It caught him by surprise. He looked at her long, graceful neck. Marks of her collar were now gone. In their place, was a long strand of white pearls, a family heirloom, hanging with ease down her graceful white dress front. Tones in her light bronze skin were brought out by a dull necklace gleam offset with startling whiteness of fabric.

"Things do happen, things change, we all change in time," Kathy admitted. 

Robert asked; "Yes, but how? I'm curious."

Kathy only smiled. 

As he recalled, narrowing of her eyes heralded that she was going to be teasing and playful with an ever-present undertone of danger. Physical challenge might not be offered any longer but he felt a slow, familiar, hardening of his sex between his legs. 

Kathy was not a type to smile often. Her grin was wholly honest when she smiled. She turned him as she looked at him without physical touching him.

"Should I spare you my details?" Kathy asked softly. 

Their old familiar corner was very dimly lit even in bright daylight. This place had few windows. She moved along the long, curved, plush velvet-covered sofa sitting very close to him. 

Her perfume scent caught his nostrils. A mixture of spice and musk mixed with her scent was uniquely intoxicating.

"My little one," Robert started to say, placing his large warm hand upon her knee and pressing his fingers into tops of her firm thighs.

Continuing Robert said; "things left unsaid serve as a reminder - and become a mechanism for regret or apologies."

She was startled a little at his initial touch, quickly recovering. Leaning forward, she took his earlobe between her red lips and sucked on it softly, not caring if others saw her.

She let it go, only to whisper into his ear, "But of course, Robert, then as you wish." 

Kathy proceeded to speak as his fingers caressed sensitive backs of her knees. "It was now about four months after our agreement to terminate all our intimate relations. I was hanging around other clubs, avoiding our favorite club called 'Lamplight.' I did not want to see regulars we knew; it became one of those things when I went by myself. I was not even seeking any fun that night. I went to a new club called 'Blue Note'. I doubt if you have been there."

Kathy continued on; "As it happened on that night when I first went, 'Blue Note' has a fetish theme every Thursday night. I didn't know about that, so I walked in, gave up my coat and ordered a dirty martini with stuffed olives. Blue Note's tables were all pushed aside, with space cleared to be what I thought was to be a dance floor. I reclined against bar's soft black leather edge among a few discriminating well dressed patrons waited for a band to appear. I naturally assumed that there would be live music."

Robert put his palm on Kathy's knee in a familiar touch.

Kathy wriggled as she felt her former Master's palm move to her knee slowly inching its way up her thigh. 

Occasionally, his fingers closed into her flesh slowly kneaded it with a sensuous arousing touch. Kathy made no effort to stop him. 

Robert murmured very softly; "It is a good thing that long tablecloths exist," making his intentions clear.

Kathy answered; "Ahhhhh, yes, good thing indeed. Robert, don't stop."

She blushed looking at him again. If he was excited, he hid it very well for there was nothing betraying his true emotions, nothing penetrated his impassive face.

Continuing on, Kathy related her observations; "There was no band. I could hardly see what was happening through a throng of unusually dressed people in fetish clothing. But, I didn't have long to wait. Soon, music started with plenty of raw bass and drums. It sounded primeval, uninhibited, and provocative."

"A man walked out to middle center cleared floor space. Not too tall, blondish, with a massive chest. He held a leash. On other end of his leash was a lean redhead, crawling behind him slowly. She had nothing on except her leather collar with a pair of ankle cuffs"

Kathy breathed deeply then sighed; "with slightest of movement I saw an exquisite play of muscles over her body. Both these people obviously worked out frequently. While her breasts were flat fried eggs, they were firm; long length of her thighs and upturned ass was a sight that stirred my senses."

Robert spoke, "Kathy did what you see that aroused you?"

Kathy said; "yes, but it was that man who walked her, leading her along, until she was in dead center of that room. He removed her leash, while commanding her to remain in her position. She obeyed, arching her ass in the air, preening for benefit of onlookers." 

"He walked behind her, kneeled and slyly ran his hands over her hips, making a circular motion with his palm. Almost instantly, she jerked spasmodically at his touch and moaned. By that time music had softened to where it was nearly inaudible. He retracted his hand, looked at her in anger and barked, `Did I not tell you to remain silent?'"

"She sobbed and shuddered, finally managing a choked `Yes' to his barking demand. Almost instantly, his hand raised and landed on her cheeks with a stinging slap. She jerked again biting her lip. I could almost feel his hand on my skin, smacking my ass until I begged for mercy. In my standing position, I surreptitiously squeezed my thighs together to curb my pending desire." 

Kathy stopped short, wondering if she had gone too far in her enthusiasm relating her narrative of experience and emotion. 

Reassuring warmth of Robert's hand sliding back and forth feeling her flesh was very pleasant, making her flush. His touch made her shiver as she clamped her thighs together. 

Slow rubbing of Kathy's fingers combined with sensual tone of her narrative was dousing her with an odd sense of violence. 

Resistance was cut short while he spread her thighs apart with ease, by merely sliding his palm in parallel, like a knife, deeper towards her already warm wet vaginal lips. Her reaction was a reflex. Immediately, juncture between her long legs widened, begging for his searing touch.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Robert casually raised his wine glass to her lips, letting his knuckles brush like a ghost's caress against her tender cheek. Obediently, Kathy his former slave parted her lips to sip languidly of this liquid. 

Both Robert and Kathy were meeting on equal ground this time. Her gaze was straight and unremitting, she was conscious in of power playing between them. There was a challenge lurking about in her sparkling, bright, bold green eyes. Just try it, speaking with glances into each other's eyes, yes just try it, I dare you.

Robert grinned. Never allowing his eyes to leave her face. He inserted his hand into her flesh slowly, deeper until he felt soft skin of her shaved vaginal lips on his fingertips. He took his index finger and began to make tiny, light circles on her vaginal lips. 

He knew how wild she could get with his subtle teasing in public. Kathy's fingers crushed themselves painfully around a now empty wineglass stem, hoping and trying to fade away her showing an increasing desire on her face. 

He knew she was watching him closely, and deliberately dropped his eyes to stare shamelessly at her full breasts pushing rebelliously through her tight silk top. Then his eyes went lower under her tight dress, he watched movement of his hand through her fabric as he toyed with her. Her dress slit revealed full, lean, bronze expanse of her thigh. Kathy was showing him her body deliciously quivering with arousal. 

His fingers moved upwards very slowly, deliberately, up to sensitive lips of her vulva, only to descend again. Continuing in this pattern he stopped intermittently watching her face. Her eye lids were half-peeled. When he stopped, her delicate nostrils flared. 

Robert whispered in her ear; "You want my finger, circling on your clit, don't you?"

She blinked once, affirmatively nodding, knowing she was very moist and aroused. 

Robert continued in his whispered tone; "You remember, don't you? Kathy, when I used to massage your clit with my finger, then follow with use my tongue?"

She barely managed a response; "yes". 

He stopped his movement on her, asking; "Would you like me to continue?"

Her look gave him her answer following with a verbal; "Yes."

Robert said; "All right but one condition, you must continue your story, without leaving out any salacious detailed parts."

Kathy nodded yes while Robert grinned removing his hand from her. 

Looking deep into her eyes with an unwavering, piercing and intense stare, he put his fingers into his mouth, tasting while mixing her taste with his saliva, wetting his fingers then returning them to her vaginal lips again. 

Kathy's eyes closed and she stretched out a hand, chancing a light stroke over fly of his pants. To her surprise with great pleasure Robert was aroused hard. Robert was startled by her aggressive touch.

She wondered if he wore any underwear today, unlike her, she was not wearing panties today. 

Robert commented; "You are an imp." 

He pushed her hand away with his right hand as his left hand pressed into her wet vaginal slit gently, wriggling his index finger teasing her clit by rubbing tantalizingly on erectile tissue. 

Kathy shook her head in an affirming manner saying; "Before I revert into a submissive mode, Robert, may I inform you that you are as sensual as I have remembered." 

He gently twisted her skin with affection; "You take orders very poorly these days, my little one. Your attentiveness is too relaxed and undisciplined."

Luncheon Confessions Ch. 02



With a blush, Kathy remembered her obligation, in order to continue her enjoyment of his casual exploration. 

Kathy continued relating her night of Blue Note club experience; "Yes, sight of that redhead getting spanked sensuously made my blood jump. I wanted to be in there with her, in middle of that floor with both of them, writhing on my hands and knees, with others watching three of us. I imagined him simultaneously disciplining both of us. Isn't that strange? I did not know their names. Everything was eclipsed except for this arousing sight of them. I barely detected a man standing next to me. I turned and saw a handsome tall man with silver hair."

"He had been watching me then commented; 'They make a good couple,' Being so near to him, I sensed his animalism, so blatantly. It was a powerful element he possessed and exuded. It came across as light flashing before your eyes. I was overwhelmed. I managed only a muffled reply in the affirmative."

"Immediately, I wondered where his sexual tendencies lay. I was determined to act cautious being on my defensive guard. He introduced himself as 'Prophet'. We started talking about private group play parties. This place had combined noise levels of crowd talking, laughing, and cheering on the couple before us. We had to stand close to talk listening to each other."

"Robert, he was bold. I held myself back, determined not to be outright brazen. It was difficult for me not to become engaged in his conversation. Suddenly, I felt his palm rubbing in a slow circular motion, pressing firmly on my rump. I jerked back a little trying to curb juices flowing in my vagina. I hardly knew this man. I chose to react by taking his chin between my thumb and fingers, glaring straight at him. He stopped his palm rubbing me, and then smiled lightly brushing off my hold on him."

Prophet said "I'm a top. Remember that."

Kathy continued relating her experience; "Robert, 'I'm a top', that was what you said to me when we got to know each other. While you are serious, you have a toying way of bottoming others for you. For you it was just fun and games then, not a lifestyle." 

Robert said; "Kathy how did that make you feel when he said he was a top?"

Kathy continued on with her narrative; "Maybe it was a flood of memories, maybe this is was my so-called habit of never resisting a challenge. Prophet was and remains a liberal sensual erotic sexual person in a true sense. He readily accepts and enjoying what he gets. Prophet asked if I was submissive. I wondered what makes him think I am submissive. What do they say about still waters? Mr. Prophet, Just for that cocky delivery of information, I will personally feed you humble pie. I now have an attitude. Prophet countered me with let me see you try. Prophet stood before me laughing with his hands pulling up my skirt, as he tugged down my stocking garters at my inner thigh. I wasted no time in nudging his hand aside me feeling me up. He was wearing a vest on top. His naked chest was smooth and well muscled under my fingers. I reached out with my left hand, knowing silver on my rings were cold to touch, locating his nipple. I rubbed it with cold silver on it making it hard and erect. Turning my wrist, I caught it between two fingers rolling it sensuously before pulling it."

"Prophet jerked suddenly seemingly to melt at my touch. He liked my touch. With my free hand, I brushed other side of his vest off his shoulder, exposing his other nipple. I bent my head to rub it against my lips, then opening my mouth; I bit down hard on it. I felt his hand running up my back, to caress my hair. I pulled on his nipples, with my hand on one and my mouth on the other sucking it slowly. Robert my left hand was twisting while I curved my fingers dragged my nails to his stomach. I went past his navel, resting momentarily at his jeans top before going lower. I felt Prophet's cock aroused, stiff and hard. I sought to arouse him further by raking my nails over denim where his cock hid. Our breathing got heavier. He rested back helplessly against leather bar ledge. He submitted his body to my control. We both enjoyed this slow foreplay."

"My teeth on to his nipples clamped harder until he began to groan with biting pain. His cock was being pleasured by my hand. What drove me wild, slowly and surely, was his reluctant but finally ecstatic surrender. But as I was new to this I had to think of how to dominate this self-professed top. Who said domination was easy? Robert I stopped caressing his cock looking up saying; 'Prophet I know you like this dual teasing, do you not?' He nodded wordlessly. I stretched upwards whispering in his ear; 'Would you like me to do more?' Prophet nodded again, speaking in a low voice; 'I'm yours.' You can imagine my surge of pleasure when I heard those words. I kissed him for a first time, savoring a harsh, sensitized taste of his mouth with my tongue, while I ground my pelvis flagrantly against his cock. Then, a noise from floor caught our attention and we turned once again to see the couple on center floor."

"That Redhead remained in her former position, and was getting thoroughly fucked by her Master. He was thrusting in and out of her vagina with a frantic speed and strength. One hand held her hips while the other was smacking her rear end every so often. It was like he was riding a horse. Their sounds were greedy and delicious. Her ass was turning to a warm blush of color. She kept moaning while thrusting herself back against him. Both their faces were twisted by animal pleasure, into something almost inhuman. Robert, I looked at them distantly for a moment, and then took Prophet's hand, made him unzip my skirt as I shrugged off my blouse. I had tight black leather bra beneath; black gartered stockings and spike heeled red boots. He started to squeeze my ass. I liked this sensation, but stopped him, leading him out onto that floor to join that coupling pair. As we walked out on the floor others surrounding us room cheered." 

"Prophet smiled at me after we reached edge of center floor then we stopped. His finger entered my vaginal slit up a notch. He lightly touched my clit with his thumb. My reaction was simply glorious. I gasped lurching forward in position arching my back. He pushed his long finger in another notch."

Kathy continued on with her narrative; "Prophet asked me slyly, Is that a wonderful sensation your vagina is receiving, darling? I could only gasp at his torrent of disjointed words. I told him, yes, yes, please, please, I want more. I loved his intrusion. I could not conceal my desire any longer. All reservations about our former relations were long chased away by his calm directness. I immediately obeyed. We stood for a while at edge of center before someone, sensing our eagerness, pushed us in. I bless that anonymous pair of hands."

"For a while, we stood there, unable to do anything but watch. Her DOM was enthusiastic using a piston move in and out of his redhead slave. We watched them closely. He had an average cock proving any size is perfect if you know how to use it, as he evidently knew how to put it to use. She was screaming and shaking. She came in relentless waves of orgasm squirting her fluids while he rode her a little longer to reach his own orgasm, quickly he orgasmed, leaking out of her in thick gobs of semen. We watched, transfixed by sight, my hand was moving backwards to toy with his belt. Dom pulled his cock out of redhead slave then shot out more semen on her back. He continued to use his hand rubbing his cock back and forth repeatedly. They were finished. Panting heavily, he collapsed on center floor pulling his slave down."

"We looked down on them smiling at their lesson given; both of us were novices at this display. Maybe it was the exhibitionist in me, mentally I reached deep into myself, and I reached in and pulled out, cruelty. I think a cruelty along with a majority of our world, had been suppressed for so long. Every desire I ever felt had to inflict pain and punishment, was shoved aside in my life; now resurfaced, refreshed, and potent. I let those inner desires rule me."

"We were all a part of a performance. I was self-conscious for about ten seconds when it all came to me in a revelation. I thought the only way to subject this arrogant, good-looking man into submission depended on one element. I turned to him quickly and asked him if he ever topped another female in a public club like this? He shook his head no. Then I honed in for his kill. Most people don't like being on display in limelight while others watched, because their fear of failure. When you're a child being in limelight is fun. I was dominated so much in public I became used to domination. I was trained for it; I enjoyed it, loved it, and craved it." 

"Robert my move was a calculated one, as not many embrace public domination. Here was his point of weakness. Like a deer looking onto oncoming headlights, he was overcome by so many eyes on him. It had a hypnotizing effect on the 'arrogant' him. He complied without a word pulling on his belt. I took hold of his buckle unclasped it pulling quickly, relishing brass and black belt leather in my hands. I grabbed both front parts of his vest, pulling it wide open dropping it to center floor. As I had his scent in my nostrils I sensed that something raw in me was now unleashed. Scraping my teeth on his nipple my touch produced a gasp from him."

"I grilled deeper. Knowing I punctured flesh, continuing until I had warm salty taste of blood. His desire was in my mouth. Tasting him drove us both wilder and wilder. My hands were frantic as I tugged at his jeans zipper. I wanted him naked before me. I wanted his cock available to my hands and mouth. Quickly he stood before me unclothed, erect, his throbbing cock head glistened with reflections of precum pearl drops. I softly traced my fingers around circumference of his cock head, sending waves of pleasure through my own body while he shivered with anticipated delight. He bent his head down. I offered my mouth allowing him to nibble on my lips for a brief moment. I then harshly pushed him away, without a hint of a warning. Shock was written all over his face with a need for continuation of my touch. I laughed loudly in front of him. It was intended to bestow contempt and ridicule mocking him."

Kathy went into more details of her experience; "Kneel, I said to him clearly. He fell to his knees automatically. I turned, and saw Dom and slave couple watching us intently. Dom had an approving smile while his eyes went over my scantily clad body. Redhead slave gave me a similar look. She centered her gaze on my pubis then looked straight into my eyes, licked her lips conveying that she wanted to suck my vaginal lips. Yes I was wet. She could see that. Her own hands were locked around her Master's cock rubbing him up and down in slow masturbation with an occasional sucking of him. I turned back to Prophet, now on his knees, with his own hand wrapped around his cock stroking himself. I asked Prophet did I say he could masturbate. No, and I was annoyed. He must have sensed danger. At my command he stopped immediately, with his hands dropping to his side. In a weak voice he told me no, Mistress, you didn't tell me I had permission go masturbate. Prophet backed away as I approached. He fell down before me. I took liberty of sending one stiletto foot into his thigh. He winced my sharp heel was like a knifepoint driven into skin. He had a twisted look of half-pain with more pleasure, such stimulation it gave me pleasure. I ground my foot into his thigh more to let him have a taste of my authority. It was MY authority."

"Did you think a trifle like that would be overlooked by me? I gave him no chance to reply. It is for shame, my male pet, for shame. I took a handful of his hair jerking his head upward so that he would again look at me. I saw excitement and fear in his eyes. I shook it aside and subjected Prophet to the undiluted attention of his audience. He was conscious, oh, ever so conscious of it and tensed up. But he would comply. He wouldn't back down, he had gone that far. I told him, it seemed to me he had a lesson to learn. He did not know I was new to domination. He, in fact, as I found out later, had no clue I was pondering every move. As I adjusted my position into an entirely new domination role, It became easier and easier."

Kathy continued her narrative; "This moral is well grounded in always ask for permission before you do something or anything. I asked pointedly as I ran my hands over his neck. He nodded as laughed, short and sharp, it had a grim side. I told him I was going to have to drill it into him. He didn't reply. I requested a chair and it was promptly presented by one from our audience. There were no wrist restraints available, so I took his belt ordering him to place his arms on the chair and gripping it. When he obeyed, I tied his wrists to this chair restraining him. To reassure him that I had HIS pleasure in mind, I reached down a stroked his cock head while standing up directly behind him, near enough for him to smell my sensual scent of excitement."

"I made an announcement to our audience 'ladies and gentlemen' I would love the temporary use of a cane, and a whip. Ripples of murmurs passed through the crowd, with a quiet chuckling from voyeurs, coupled with sounds of discussion through more serious audience members. A simple, thin rattan cane appeared from darkness. A whip was presented to me by Dom's redhead slave herself. As I took it from her hand, we looked at each other with mutual admiration. One look at me and she could feel that maybe I wasn't going to be able to carry off dominating Prophet. I looked at her leaning forwards blushing thinking it is my first time. I will bring this off."



Luncheon Confessions Ch. 03



Kathy continued her narrative speaking to Robert; "Redhead slave didn't seem scornful or surprised. She just grinned, lightly kissing my cheek. We'll see how well you do, Mistress. To my pleasure she already called me by title, which was acknowledgement of my command. Her lips lingered, and I shivered at her intimate touch. I was torn between desire to flog this prostrate Prophet before me and curiosity to discover this redhead slave's mystery, I made a quick decision. Redhead would stay. So I turned to face Prophet, while stroking and examining my beautiful braided natural leather whip. Searching my mind, I told Prophet to just listen, Prophet you are kneeling, with your wrists, pinned to chair arms. I am going to cane you. I'm particularly experienced and talented in this field. You will be holding chair for support. There is one stipulation your chair must never move from this present position, not a fraction of an inch. Walking around him I circled him like a hungry shark. He looked down, refusing to meet my eyes. I told him I was anticipating that his chair will move, which would greatly annoy me. If it moves I will set it straight and then be obliged to punish further for negligence."

"Prophet nodded, a visible shudder ran through that body. He started groaning. I raised a foot and kicked him lightly in the ass. `Have a little self-control,' I chided and continued my explanation. `I am great with whips,' I admitted. `I don't know much about controlling intensity of whips. But I DO know that I handle my whip only one way hard. If that chair moves I will personally see to it that you get a tapestry of red slash marks across that bronzed skin, I said to myself silently. This thought pleased me infinitely. Prophet understood. He gave me a look that was enough."

"So I walked up behind him and kneeled to caress him, pressing my breasts behind his back, lightly nudging his ass with my pelvis. I nibbled on his ear, and then bit his shoulder softly all over. He loved every bit of it. Prophet loved it even more when I reached around and stroked his cock into hardness, his desire was still there."

"Prophet's cock was a throbbing shaft of heat. With my fingernails, I dragged them lightly under his cock shaft, feeling his large vein. He tightened his hold on chair arms and biting his lip. I saw he was restraining himself from shivering, crying out, and losing control. I saw that he was about to give way to our mutual desire. So I stopped, and pulled myself away."

"Prophet jerked suddenly, betraying his surprise at my unexpected movement. His chair skipped up a fraction of an inch. He was horrified with himself when he discovered what he did. He took this oncoming punishment well. I picked up my whip from the floor, holding its handle, testing its weight in my hands. Walking backwards, I measured out an acceptable distance between us. He didn't know but I'd swear his ass was quivering. Previous couple had moved aside to watch. Our audience was silent as I took a deep breath, and raised the leather, waiting for it to crack against bare flesh." 

Kathy suddenly stopped her narrative breathless. Kathy was distracted by Robert, playing with her. He was enjoying every bit of her story while causally poked her soft, smooth buttocks with head of his hard cock. Kathy instinctively clamped shut and tensed. 

Robert whispered in Kathy's ear; "I have a hotel room upstairs."

Robert never knew I would or could change his power balance. I dug my fingers into his inner thigh, arousing him further.

Robert said; "let us to go up to my room take our time with each other, so you can do whatever I wish."

Kathy responded; "I cannot resist your offer."

Robert responded whispered in my ear softly; "well said,"

I felt delightful arousing shock waves reverberating through my body at his words and touch. He paid the bill, leaving a hefty tip. He led me out of the seaport restaurant with his hand. The quaint period (1890s) Hotel was adjacent to the restaurant but operated separately. Rooms had an ocean view. Seagulls swooped overhead making their ever present hungry sounds for food. Fishermen coming in to the pier would throw fish to them which always brought a throng of gulls.

Our walk from restaurant to hotel lobby and elevator was excruciating for me. Our elevator rose up to the fourth floor. We walked down the beautifully restored corridor as floors beneath our feet creaked beneath us. Standing before our room number 404, my knees went weak. He almost had to carry me up to his large, empty room. Once our hotel room door was closed, he flung me into a large, four-poster bed. 

Robert liked my raven dark hair wild, framing my face. My eyes were glinting with challenge. My lips were swollen with passion. Robert tried to sound flippant while he shrugged off his coat.

Robert said; "Kathy I hope you are going to like my recapitulation."

Rising up and sitting on our large soft bed, I told him; "Promises, promises."

I pulled up my knee so he had a glimpse of what lay beneath my dress as he removed his clothes. Robert bit his lip twitching his face while looking at me as he swiftly made short work of his zipped pants. 

Robert came over to me, removed my dress, lifting it high above my shoulders. My dress rustled as he placed my silk dress carefully on a bedside chair. I savagely tore off his shirt. He easily caught both my wrists in one hand forcing them behind me. His other hand cupped my defiant chin. 

With deliberation, his hand trailed down my throat, and then still lower, curving over and around my full, breasts, as I sighed softly, he bent his head. I pulled him up to my mouth to kiss him. My tongue delicately tracing an outline of his lips, sucking my tongue into his mouth, sliding it in and out sensually, teasing him.

Robert trapped it, hungrily sucking on it, playing with my tongue while his hand was over my breast rubbing with circular motions over my nippled aureoles. My soft sandalwood nipples tightened, hardened, and now protruded from my sensitive breast. Robert reproached himself for forgetting to bring nipple clamps.

Suddenly Robert pulled from me moving off our bed then walking away toward a window. I gasped at his sudden revoking, sitting on edge of bed, bewildered. I reached down to pull off my stilettos but he came over and stopped me. 

Robert said; "keep your shoes and jewelry on."

I agreed, he grinned with an evil smile and commanding me to be down on the carpeted floor on my hands and kneel before him. I jammed my heel into my half removed stiletto, quickly dropping down with grace to the soft floor. I stretched out in a prone position waiting breathlessly.

Robert reached down stroking folds of my aroused vaginal lips, causing me to shudder at his touch. He pushed his fingers in a leisurely pace upward to my erect clitoris rolling his fingers over it, circling it, teasing. Pleasure which coursed through me was tremendous.

Arching my neck I throatily said; "Robert you're touch is wonderful you know me so well."

His reply to my utterances was simply to pull his finger away."

Robert's withdrawal drove me from a state of lust to a state of shock. My eyes opened and I bit my lip to prevent from crying out in protest. Robert smiled and chuckling to himself. He wanted me that way on purpose. Robert was playing his typical role.

Robert said; "It was such a pity my taking away fingers from your hunger.

My response was a surprise to him. I told him; "it's your finger, not mine."

With his wicked dancing eyes Robert said; "You are stubborn, a bullheaded enchantress, you are my slave."

While insisting I was his slave. I responded to him saying; "I am not your slave." 

With my words in his face, Robert reeled then recollected himself, silently censuring himself for loss of control. 

Robert said; "it was my mistake, not yours Kathy, you certainly have changed."

Robert graciously admitting it was his mistake, for me was a turn of power. He moved behind me, buried his large hands in my hair and tugging it to bring my head upward so he could look at me. 

Robert spoke; "I shall satisfy you and promise not leave you unstated."

Robert's hands slid over her back then reached towards a bedside drawer. 

Being much bigger than she was, he gently took her hands with just one of his hands to the nearest bedpost ordered her to hold on. She obeyed instantly, changing to a half-kneeling, half-crawling position. It put pressure on her bent back and arm muscles, but she didn't care. 

With his free hand, he draped a delicate silk scarf, belonging to his present slave-across her wrists and over the post, binding her. He knotted silk's fine fabric a few times securely.

Kathy knew the value of this scarf when she saw and touched it. She correctly guessed to whom this fabric belonged. 

Kathy said "Does she mind, Robert" 

Robert murmured, "You, or the scarf?"

He pinching her nipples and gradually moving down to graze her distended clit with his fingers. 

Kathy answered; "Both." 

Robert retorted; "Both? Well she designed then tie dyed this scarf. She has plenty of them to spare. It is a hobby of hers. She won't mind. As for you, I don't think she has any say in it, and you, Kathy? What of your new submissive Prophet?" 

Kathy answered; "He takes what he can get and thanks his lucky stars. I'm his mistress, after all." 

Squirming as if she was a gyrating dancer under his expert touch Kathy continued; "Anyway, he has made no objections." 

Robert commented; "Ambiguous."

From behind doggie style, Robert slipped his cock head easily into her vaginal slit. 

Kathy said; "He'll be alright. Ohhh, you feel so good, so very, VERY good, you do love teasing, Robert." 

Robert answered softly; "As I recall correctly, you enjoy teasing as much as I do."

Robert pulled out and tracing his cock up and down her vaginal lips, while saying; "Mmmmmm, I've always loved being extremely promiscuous with you." 

Kathy groaned huskily, trying to push back hard against him. 

Robert's right hand left her body, reached out, pulled out a drawer reaching into it. He picked up a leather slapper. With a quick sudden stinging smack over her ass caught the feel of his slapper caught Kathy by surprise. 

Tingles were forced upon her skin were greatly multiplied with her desire. She jumped slightly turning her head to look, catching a glimpse of leather again being flung mercilessly on her skin. This was punishment and pleasure.



Luncheon Confessions Ch. 04



Robert maneuvered his slapper skillfully to cover every spot of her delicious, upturned, pale bronzed ass, now starting to turn into an angry pink glow. 

He wet a finger with his tongue rubbing it against her sensitive clit applying pressure in a circular motion, drawing down sensually, massaging her clit, then her entire vagina driving her into a quivering state. 

Kathy pushed herself backwards more then was rewarded by a leather slap directly between her thighs, hitting her from her bottom crack to her widely exposed, aching vagina. 

She bit her lip and made a frantic humming noise, her fingers clutched bedpost so tightly her knuckles turned a bone-white, while jerking convulsively as each new onrush of lust twisted her body. 

Before she could recover, he slapped her with that leather again, in same place, but this time, by chance, hit straight onto her clitoris. She was driven into a new series of relentless body shakes. 

With an effort of mind over flesh, Kathy stopped her trembling and whispered a plea; "May I cum, I need to cum please" 

"Hmmm" Robert pretended not to hear. Realizing where slapper hit her, he aimed correctly and stung her aching clit again.

Kathy shouted aloud; "Please, please, oh please, Robert, I want to cum, Please, I'll do anything...Please, SIR." 

When he said nothing and just smiled, Kathy gasped out, this time her plea went out clear and true; "Please, Sir, let me cum before I go insane." 

Robert answered; "Have I ever told you, that I very much prefer you as an animal to a lady," muttering beneath his breath. 

Robert reached out with strong fingers running down into her luxuriant dark hair. He tugged gently but with an authoritative unmistakable power. Kathy's neck arched, her mouth opened above while her muscles tensed.

Kathy heard magic words spoken by Robert; "Cum for me, now." 

Sighing as she let herself go. Under a torrent of Incessant flowing waves orgasm Kathy quickly got wilder. She screamed, shuddering without any control. It was over in a long unmeasured moment. 

Robert revealed by her hard breathing and choking gasps. Robert's hands let go as she clung, tired and hapless, to the bedpost. Her body glowed with sheen set off by late afternoon sunrays peeking through curtains. 

Kathy said; "Robert thank you, thank you." 

He made no reply but instead pressed his fingers into her wet vagina again, stroking her clit. Kathy shivered beginning to feel her arousal once more. She felt him shift his position to his back, his hands pulling then clutching her close. 

He managed to force her thighs apart pushing his head between them. Finding her vaginal lips, he put his mouth on her flicking his tongue over wet flesh, licking, tasting, and drinking her feminine wetness. She moaned softly as he drank from her vaginal slit plunging his tongue in then out, withdrawing completely before slowly pushing in again. He continued this, driving her to ecstasy once more. 

Kathy squeezed her muscles tightly, not wanting his tongue to slip out. He felt tense clenching and stopped his tongue movement. He lightly flicked his tongue over her clit, circling it slowly at first, and then with ever increasing speed, he simply could not get enough of her wetness, lapping hungrily, replacing some of her moisture with his own saliva with each tongue brush. 

Kathy wanted to tear her silken bonds off, wanted to break free to cram her fingers into his hair and push his face even closer to her. Kathy was not afraid of consequences from destroying that scarf. Robert took note of her twisting wrists, smiled to himself greedily renewed his effort of sucking her clit. 

Kathy's pleasure of getting sucked was almost unbearable. Kathy bit her lower lip and then with an effort raised her hips higher, taking him by surprise. 

Robert gushed out these words; "Kathy" "I-I want to."

Kathy replied; "Oh, you what I am not hearing you Robert." 

Robert in a guttural tone said; "To what" he goaded. 

Kathy finished his sentence for him; "What to fuck you!" She gasped out loud. 

Taking heart, she continued, "I want you inside me, your cock deep in my vagina, coupled with me, enjoying me as I enjoy you."

Kathy's words were daring, their salacious nature exciting him further. He pushed himself up, headfirst and squirming into a sitting position beneath her, his head cradled by her bound hands.

Robert reached out and gave her luscious ass another spank. She was about to lower herself when he stopped her. 

Robert spoke clearly; "Kathy continue with your tale. You haven't quite finished yet." 

Kathy said; "But, Robert" 

A look of consternation quickly swept across her face. Kathy suddenly grinned. "No story, no cock, eh" 

Robert retorted; "You sound like a third rate movie star, but yes, no story, NO COCK." 

Kathy smothered her giggle as she began her narrative again from where she left off. When Robert pulled her down, sinking her so that her vagina surrounded his cock like a warm wet glove of plush fitting velvet. Robert gasped, as she spoke rode him simultaneously; Every time she had him completely deep inside her, she cunningly squeezed her vaginal muscles, milking his cock. 

Kathy continued on saying "Oh, yes, where was I, oh, Robert, that feels incredible!" 

Robert said; "You stopped your narrative when you were about to whip him."

Kathy picked up her narrative from that point; "And I did, I swung the leather exactly in a way you taught me. Again and again, every time I struck him, a new welt rose across his back with bright red marks. He hung on tight. I stopped before I felt tired."

"I thought perhaps more energy would be needed for later. I dropped my whip while with my other hand; I raised the cane high up, and then brought it down, making a whistle sound through air as it landing on his buttocks. He let out a yelp at its sting. He started to get used to my cane while holding on to that chair. Ohhh Robert, he held on to that chair for dear life."

Robert bucked his hips studiedly, looking intently at her face; he focused and moved to her full, round breasts, unhampered and lusty.

Kathy continued; "I started raining blows to his ass, occasionally going for his shoulder. He alternated between moans and sharp jerks, careening with back and forth motion. He was animated while I received a lot of satisfaction out of his pain. I continued until he was numb." 

Robert smiled requesting Kathy to continue; "Go on," he encouraged, raising a hand to caress her bottom with a light touch while the other hand stretched its fingers to tease her clit. 

Feeling his touch Kathy responded; "Robert, Ohhh, I absolutely LOVE that touch of yours."

Kathy gabbled at him frantically moving her body almost insanely to swallow and remove him, choking at every withdrawal and gasping at his upward thrust. Both bodies met again and again, crashing ecstatically against each other.

Robert requested coaxing her; "Kathy go on"

Robert threatened her; "or I'll stop." 

Kathy responded; "Yes, SIR."

Kathy continued her narrative; "I took my cane and pushed it into his crack. This was something he did not expect. He laughed and shook that damned chair." 

Robert interrupted remarking; "It was an unreasonable bargain, Kathy," 

Robert searched her face for that curious contortion that would eventually arise, a signal of her impending climax. 

Kathy retorted somewhat rudely; "Who cares." Kathy was riding Robert more aggressively, secure in her knowledge that she would achieve orgasm one that he could not deny her. 

Kathy continued her narrative; "I was about to raise my whip when I felt a feminine body embrace me from behind, lightly squeezing my breasts and one hand dipping into my vaginal lips rubbing delightfully."

Kathy went on; "Robert she took me by surprise, this gorgeous redhead. I found myself at a loss. I felt her nipples, hard and scraping insistently against my back and. I hoped she would join in my play. Redhead slave told me `He's had enough' speaking softly. Then I hesitated, but drove away that doubt as her tongue found my earlobe, tracing, and tasting, while sucking them. Her touch made me shiver. She sensed my desire in my trembling."

"The other two Dom and Prophet were watching us. This delectable flame-haired woman started whispering graphic obscenities into my ear. She told me she wanted to suck my vagina, wanted her tongue to explore my body, and her mouth suck my breasts. Her suggestive tantalizing words came out of her mouth sending me shockwaves of lust. Her hungry fingers were exploring my body." 

As Kathy spoke, her voice raised its pitch higher and higher as she approached orgasm, but she continued on. "This succulent Redhead temptress, I didn't know her name, invited Dom, Prophet and me, to her place so four of us, could continue in private, all readily agreed. Prophet was still waiting for me. I decided to put him out of his misery, delicious as my domination was. I smiled quickly to her redhead and her master, walking up to my kneeling submissive. Our Blue Note Club crowd remained silent while pondering these clandestine arrangements between woman and woman then began to roar. I lightly tapped Prophet on his shoulder with my cane."

"He turned around puzzled. 'Mistress' he asked being unsure of my next course of action. At that point there was no further need to continue my domination this time. In his face I read this former braggart's feelings. He was cowed by his own will. He bowed his head in significant recognition of me as his Mistress. His bow heralded beginning of our relationship. I smiled while I undid his belt ordering him to sit down on his chair."

Kathy's words gave Robert a cue; he gave her clitoris one more passionate stroke, reached down spanked her rump hard. His spank noise rang out like a crack. In silence, it was a gunshot. Her pleading look she gave him was enough. 

Robert ordered Kathy; "Come, then, release your spirit to me."



Luncheon Confessions Ch. 05



Kathy shuddered bucking wildly as her orgasm drove her into bliss again and again. Kathy's loins depleting themselves of tension, while her blood-engorged clitoris slowly returned to its normal state. She dropped, powerless. For a moment there were no sounds no one spoke. Robert leaned forward to kiss her deeply, wrapping his powerful arms around her body, running his hands down her back then up her breasts. Robert delayed his touch with her still turgid nipples. He murmured intimately against her lips. 

Robert said; "Finish him off, how? What did you do to him?" 

A sudden thought occurred to Kathy as was about to speak; "Robert, wouldn't it be a better idea. If I showed you instead" 

She saw his grin widen as Robert said: "Well, yes I will un-tie you, and then you can demonstrate for me."

Robert indicated his cock remained hard and throbbing, still unsatisfied. Twisting his body, Robert obediently unknotted her scarf. Kathy removed her hands from bedpost restraint. Wringing them free she smoothed her numbness by rubbing her wrist to get her circulation moving. Kathy had gripped bedpost so hard imprints of its length's edge had cut deep into her palm.

Robert kissed her palms then wrists, rubbing his lips softly before she pulled him back. 

Kathy arose gracefully standing before him but her eyes remained on his cock shaft, still erect and hard. It was a monument to her pleasure. Her legs gleamed with her wetness. Kathy needed no further invitation. 

Kathy commanded Robert; "Sit on our bed, so that I may kneel." 

He made no answer but indulged her wishes waiting, sitting on their bed and breathing heavily. He watched her walking to him, her breasts full and proud, sinuous waist and hips undulating, her thighs still wet from excesses of their passion. 

She dropped to her knees and pushed her way in between his thighs. At first, she was just content to rub her cheek against his inner thighs, occasionally kissing them. He leant back on his elbow, succumbing to her soft sensual pleasure. 

Kathy turned her head, pressing her face between thigh and genitals, and then sucked on his sensitive flesh softly. On purpose she avoided his cock shaft, leaving him wanting to be touched with her lips there. 

He tensed and moaned softly as she transferred her attention to rimming base of his cock with her tongue. Kathy moved her tongue move in circles in ever decreasing circles before flicking it quickly lengthwise along his cock shaft, while massaging his cock vein with her fingers under his cock. Robert shuddered as she pinched his flesh while with her lips she very carefully applied a slightest suction near his cock head. 

She refused to meet his up thrusting hips; with a strength that surprised him she pushed them down pinning them to their bed. Images of her sucking off an unknown, faceless man, her first submissive, singed his mind. He groaned loudly as she pulled back her lips and showed him her lethal white teeth. Using smallest amount of pressure, very slowly she started at base of his undershaft drawing her mouth upward, dragging her teeth along with it. 

Shaking Robert lost control again trying to move upwards. She gripped his hips and dug her nails in so hard that he was sure that a tiny twinge of pain was a sure sign that she broke skin. Forced against his will, he threw his body backwards on their bed and groaned again while she scraped her teeth over his erection. Her tongue tapped itself on his cock tip playfully. Kathy licked off his precum pearl drops of semen as her hands massaged his balls. 

Robert cried out "Kathy" 

Kathy's mouth closed into his cock head with her tongue slashing savagely over his naked cock flesh. She knew he was going to come, she felt him stirring, her fingers swiftly rubbing his sensitive fragile sac. Kathy rapidly plunged her head down swallowing him sucking with a ferocious hunger. Her tongue danced in fury along his cock length. She retracted her hands. He thrusted deep into her mouth, over and over again, not caring if he hurt her as his creamy, sensuous semen came flowing into her mouth freely. As Robert orgasmed, he twisted and bucked until completely spent. 

Both lay there for a while resting. Robert pulled her atop him. Both stared fondly at each other. He smiled at her. She smiled back, gently kissing his cheek. He ran his hand lazily down her back feeling her soft skin. 

Robert spoke asking Kathy; "Did you have a good time at redhead's place?