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Mistress Nicole

By: Alex_Hore



I could see as we approached it that Nicole Dunne's house was large. There seemed to be many additions and renovations to the original design. I didn't know it then but it had all been made possible through inheritance, hard work and also her "counseling" fees. The work had been performed by out of town builders. She had paid them extra for the job to ensure that no questions were asked and some of her special modifications were kept secret. Tom pressed the door bell, recessed into the brass plate.

Mistress Nicole smiled as she closed the door to the games room. She grabbed a startling blue kimono off a hook near the door and wrapped it around herself. She walked up the stairs and closed the door behind her. Walking up the hallway she looked at herself in the mirror.

'Ooops,' she voiced as she saw her hair was tousled after the flogging she had delivered to the new boy. The doorbell rang again. She grabbed a nearby brush off the hallway stand, and quickly brushed her hair.

She opened the hallway door to see a man and a woman standing there. They were wet from the heavy rain, which was really pelting down. 

'The Creighton's I presume,' said Mistress Nicole smiling in a disarming way.

'Yes,' replied the male.

Nicole looked out beyond them to see how they had traveled.

A navy blue sedan was parked in front of her neighbour's house.

'Your car?' she asked.

'Yes,' he replied, 'is that a problem?'

'Next time leave it down the street further in that empty lot and walk here. Okay?' 

'Sure.'

'Come in and sit down in my office,' said Mistress Nicole, gesturing with her hand to the room nearest the front door.

The couple stepped into the office. 

'Take off your coats, you find it is quite warm in here. Leave your keys in the bowl on the desk' 

The couple took off their coats and sat in large leather and wood chair opposite the desk. Tom reached forward and dropped the keys into the bowl. On the desk facing Mistress Nicole was a computer monitor that she reached over and switched on. She hit a few keys, smiled briefly and then turned to face them. 

'You are Tom Creighton?' asked Mistress Nicole.

'That's right, ...ummm what should...?'

'Tom, as we have spoken about you and your situation over the phone, you may both call me Mistress Nicole from this point on. It is permissible to shorten it to Mistress, but nothing else will suffice. Whenever you are in this house, and your house, if we graduate to house calls and over the phone and via email it is always by that title. Any breaches of this rule will be deemed punishable. It is the first rule. Clear?'

'Yes Mistress Nicole,' said Tom.

'What about you Susan?' 

'I'm not sure why I'm here?' I replied looking defiantly at Tom.

'Mistress Nicole got up from behind the desk, walked swiftly around and slapped her on the face.'

'What the fuck did you do that for?' I cried out, now alarmed and outraged. I began to wonder what she had agreed to. Tom had told me they were going to visit a relationship counselor. This was nothing like that. I was angry that Tom had deceived me, and worried about where this was all going. The slap made my eyes water and my cheek was stinging with the strength of the slap.

'What was the question?' asked Mistress Nicole in a firm voice, her eyes glaring at me, one hand placed on my shoulder to stop me from rising. I felt nervous, and fearful all of a sudden. She never once glanced at Tom who was staring, anxious, wanting to say something, but the tone of her voice prevented him. Mistress Nicole looked from me to him.

'Let me help you out a little. What do you call me at all times Susan?' asked Mistress Nicole.

'That hurt,' I spat out. My hand rubbing the red hand prints on my cheek. She surprised me then by tenderly rubbing the back of her hand up my neck to my ear. 

Like a cobra the arm swung and a loud slap stung the other cheek of my face. The loudness of the slap in the quiet room made Tom jump a little as well. He wondered if he had overstepped the mark in his relationship. Still it was Friday. The weekend was ahead of them.

'Ooowwwww, but...wait... its Mistress Nicole, just stop hitting me,'I uttered as I wiped the moisture from below her eyes. I looked at Tom for help. He was looking at Mistress Nicole and her glance and a shake of the head told him that he couldn't offer any help.

'Now we have that sorted out Susan may we continue sorting out the details?'

'Yes Mistress Nicole.'

'Good girl. You are a quick learner. You know this is the opening phase, and this will be a frank and honest discussion. It must be in order to proceed. Are we clear on that?'

'Yes Mistress Nicole,' the Creighton's said in unison. I looked at Tom, still fearful but he looked down at his feet.

'I'm pleased to hear you abiding by the first rule. Susan,' said Mistress Nicole, looking at the anxious woman before her, 'Tom has spoken to me about your frigidity in the bedroom.' I started to rise, my face reddening. 'No... No... don't take offence;' continued Mistress Nicole, 'it's a common thing. I have done some investigating and found that you have come from a small devout family. You went through 12 years of strict catholic education before going to a catholic university. It's dirty for you to have sex. You have to look up to the Virgin Mary. How many years have you been taught that sex is bad? Too many! Perhaps, just perhaps Susan is sex meant to be pleasurable? You are in my world now and you may be startled to find that sex when you are helpless. Or a sexual mix of pleasure with pain makes you orgasm so strongly, makes you beg for more. Don't be shocked Susan, your life education starts today. Is sex dirty Susan?'

'Yes Mistress Nicole,' I blurted, 'I only tolerate it because I am married to Tom.'

'Do you love Tom?' asked Mistress Nicole.

'Yes Mistress Nicole. I do. I always have, since we met anyway.'

'Tom do you love Susan?' 

'Yes I do Mistress Nicole, but....'

He left the statement unanswered. He didn't want to let Susan hear what he wanted to do, what he had said to Mistress Nicole. He was feeling nervous in his stomach and didn't know if he could go through with it. Mistress Nicole sat and watched them as they looked at each other. She reached over to the computer keyboard and typed a few keys. Then with the mouse, she clicked on a few icons. The couple in front of her could not see what was going on. 'I am just making some preparations,' said Mistress Nicole as an explanation.

'Now Tom, do you want to reiterate what you told me on the phone about your sex-life?'

I looked around suddenly with a mixture of disgust and anger on my face, feeling both embarrassed and disgusted he should do such a thing. 'How dare you talk to strangers about our marriage, and what's worse, our sex-life. I'm think I'm ready to leave.'

'Mistress Nicole, I can't tell her that, I'm embarrassed and ashamed,' said Tom.

'No matter, she'll hear it anyway.'

Reaching over to the mouse, she deftly moved it over the screen and then clicked the button. In seconds there was the sound of a male voice in the room, coming from speakers on the desk and behind the chairs.

Both the Creighton's swung their heads, trying to identify the sounds and then Tom recognized, only seconds before I did. It was his voice and it was his conversations, at least one of them with Mistress Nicole the previous week. He was shocked. His voice was speaking about how his wife wears numerous nightclothes to bed, won't shower with him and doesn't ever swear, and hates him swearing or using vulgar language. On he droned describing his persistent attempts to talk her into other positions than missionary. Then the lack of oral sex, and how she won't let him "go down there because it's dirty" and he spoke about how it seems to be a chore for her and she never really seems to enjoy it. The entire edited package ran for a few minutes.

I began to weep. I felt violated and humiliated. 

'How could you say those things Tom?' I asked.

Tom looked forlorn. He felt betrayed to some extent but why he felt that was beyond common sense. He had said those things in confidence, and here was his wife hearing them. Nicole felt things were progressing well. They had reached their lowest point. They loved each other but trust and honesty had been abused. Communication had broken down along the way to this point. Nicole became excited at the thought of bringing them back, and opening up their minds to the wonders of sex. She knew the world of the erotic was limitless, largely because of the infinite range of one's imagination. She watched their body language. Susan was mild of temper and naturally submissive. Tom was confident, but caught up in his fantasies. She would have to show him how to be better for his wife as well. It was time. She rose from behind the desk, turning off the desk light. She moved to the door. Inwardly she knew that any easing off on the rigid discipline would let them off the hook.

'Come with me you two', she ordered.

Looking at each other, before they stood, but the Creighton's hesitated. Maybe they sensed this was one of the last moments of opportunity for flight in their minds.

'Now I said!' Mistress Nicole uttered firmly and that door was shut.

The Creighton's rose and followed her out of the room into the hallway. Nicole walked down the hallway towards the rear of the house. On the left hand side of the hall was a door with an electronic lock. Nicole put her thumb on the pad and it unlocked. Pushing it open, she gestured to Tom.

'Tom, this is your room. You will find some apparel in the wardrobe that I want you to wear. There are three outfits. Put your street clothes in the other side of the wardrobe. There is a bathroom with two doors. Only one door can be opened at a time and only from the room. The light above it tells you when it is occupied. Please undress, shower and clean yourself thoroughly.'

Tom glanced towards Susan, but felt himself being pushed firmly into the room. The door was shut behind him. There was a handle and a thumb pad on the inside as well, but he stared knowing it would be the same as outside. 

'We'll leave him to undress,' said Mistress Nicole. 'Walk this way.' I followed numbly. She kept walking along the hallway, passing a door, which was the bathroom and then to another locked door similar to the room Tom was in. Same thing, Nicole opened the lock with her thumb on the pad, and pushed the door inward. 

'You will wait Susan until the light goes out above the door and then you will be able to open it and go in. I want you to have a thorough wash as well, before dressing in the garments in your wardrobe. You will have an hour or so. Please be ready when I come back.'

'But... I don't want this...' I stammered, 'I didn't ask for it. Who are you to boss us around.'

Mistress Nicole reached out and grasped Susan's nipple, pinching and twisting it. She saw her face react and a load moan come from deep in her throat, not a pleasurable one. 'What's the first rule?'

'Oh... I'm... sorry...aaah... I...forgot... Mistress Nicole,' I sobbed feeling the sharp pain in my breast easing.

'Don't forget again.'

'No, I won't,' I said.

'Now do what I have asked of you. You will bathe, toilet and dress for me. You may tie this up,' said Nicole, fondling Susan's hair. 

Surprised, I pulled away. I backed into the room. Scared and with a sore face, and I watched Mistress Nicole smile at me as she closed the door and heard the locking mechanism click shut. I went to the wardrobe and slid back the mirrored door. On the right were three sets of leather garments, hanging up. I reached in and touched one. The leather was cool to my touch. The smell of fresh clean leather hit my nostrils. Sobbing a little, confused and anxious, but enjoying the delicious smell of the clean, new leather, I lifted the costume out of the wardrobe and gasped as I saw how brief it really was. It was like a one-piece bathing suit with large holes in it. Lots of silver metal studs and a couple of metal clips. Appalled, I threw it on the bed. I sat, clutching my arms about me and sobbed, then with my face in my hands. Nothing I had done in her life had ever prepared me for something like this. It was a nightmare. I looked for a way out for me and Tom. The thought of Tom and his shameful deception and betrayal and it filled me with more sadness, and a little anger and him getting me into this predicament. Why? Why couldn't he have told me? But I knew the answer to that, he'd tried in the past and I'd not listened. Who was this strange woman and how had Tom come to find her? I stopped her train of thought there, before it went into areas I wasn't prepared to go.

Nicole switched off the computer screen. The sight of Susan sobbing was not new to her, but she knew that Susan would want to find a way out of it. She would convince herself that she had to get through it to save the marriage. Susan would talk herself into it, because she couldn't face her parents and the church groups, admitting the failure was her fault or because of this. It was just this desire to get through it that would enable the Creighton's to submit to Nicole's demands. Initially they would do it to get through the weekend, but Nicole would change them and their lives, hopefully forever. They had already started doing what she ordered. There were promising signs and they were unaware.

Time for her to prepare for her new arrivals and the journey they had in front of them. Nicole went to her room to change and freshen up. Her previous play with her new boy had passed. He would be useful and she wanted to make sure he came back. She liked him, liked his defiance. Nicole had been absolutely delighted by his pleasuring of her. She smiled as the warm glow spread through her again as her body remembered. But she had important work to do, and he might be missed if he stayed here too long this first occasion.

She ran the shower and hopped under the hot water, cupping her breasts and letting the water race over her pierced nipples. She sighed aloud before reaching for the soap.

Nicole finished her shower, drying her shiny black hair first and then herself. She brushed her hair straight and left the ensuite. Then she slipped on her special outfit for this evening and over it a full-length bright red kimono. She left her room and walked quickly down the stairs to the lower level. Opening the first door Nicole stood quietly as Jason lying prone on the bench swung his head around to determine where she was. The chains and manacles holding him clamped in place rattled.

'It's time for you to go Jason. But before you do, remember I have your address from you wallet and I have several great snapshots and a video of your performance. It was a good performance too!' said Nicole. Laughing aloud she said, perhaps I shouldn't have cut your clothes up. Ah well, not to worry."

Nicole went to one of the cupboards, opened it and then sliding out a draw she took out a pair of white panties. Opening another draw she took out a halter neck top and then a windcheater. Finding a tracksuit bottom in another part of the cupboard, she gathered them all up and left them in a pile near the bench in the middle of the room.

'I am going to release you now and you will behave yourself. Dress in the cloths I have given you. But I do want them back. Take you stuff from over there and we'll go upstairs. Don't do anything stupid. Okay?'

Jason nodded his head as he watched her face for some sort of trick. Nicole quickly released the manacles, he didn't see how, and helped him up.

'But they're girl's clothes, aah... Mistress Nicole,' he exclaimed when he saw them.

'That's all I've got dear.'

'Oh shit.'

Jason stooped and picked up the panties looking at them before scowling and bending down, putting them on quickly. He dressed himself hurriedly, walking over and grabbing the remains of the clothing he had worn here. He blushed as he felt his cock hardening in the soft lace panties. He checked for his wallet. Not there! Looking back he saw Mistress Nicole, smiling and holding it in her hand.

He walked over, snatched it and headed for the door. He was angry now and confused, but the soft material of the panties was rubbing against his cock. It was a strangely pleasant sensation. He walked in front of Mistress Nicole; up the stairs and towards the front door.

Nicole came up close behind him, touching his back with her front. 'Now Jason Woolley,' said Nicole quietly into his ear. Her hand swept around in front and rested on his semi-erect penis. 'If you are a good boy from this moment on, there may be more special treats in store for you. Remember to tell no one what happened here. I have ways of finding these things out if you do. Some of these pictures will look great on internet sites and in some of the porno magazines you can buy. Do you want that?'

'No Mistress Nicole.'

'Do you want to come back Jason?'

'I'm not sure Mistress Nicole,' said Jason, 'maybe... I don't know. Yeah maybe.' 

'I think you will, but it won't be until I call for you. Goodbye Jason, for now...Maybe.'

She opened the door and Jason stepped out. He turned to say he would like to come back, but the door was shut. He looked at it longer and then walked down the steps to the gate. He opened it and walked out and up the footpath in the direction of where he lived. A few blocks away, but he felt stupid in this "girlpower" top. He hoped no one he knew would see him

Mistress Nicole settled herself behind the desk. Flicking on the monitor she clicked on the desired icons and saw that Tom was out of the bathroom and back in his room. Susan had entered the bathroom and was on the toilet. 

Nicole exited the function and switched off the monitor. She walked across the hall into the kitchen and made herself a strong coffee. Putting a shot of Tia Maria liquor in it added the extra flavor and made it more of a fortified coffee. She took the coffee and went down the stairs to the fun rooms. The first one wasn't all that messy. The session with Jason hadn't been too long. She went out into the walkway and opened a small door near the stairwell. In the alcove were a basin and a cupboard. She grabbed some disinfectant spray and a cloth and went back in and wiped down the benches and the manacles. Satisfied with the clean up, she returned the cleaning gear to the alcove and closed it. I must get a maid to help with the cleaning around here again she mused.

Returning upstairs she opened Tom's door. He swung around, surprised and a little embarrassed and being seen in such a costume. 

'You look great Tom,' said Nicole, 'black suits you. It shows off your pale skin and blond hair nicely. Do you want a hand with it?'

'No... I mean no Mistress Nicole,' said Tom.

Tom stood and looked in the full-length mirror. He was wearing a leather G-string. It had a flap that opened at the front. The rest of the outfit was a series of leather straps that went around his torso, under and over his arms and all connected by rings of stainless steel. He clipped it together on his stomach.

'I see you like leather Tom,' said Mistress Nicole looking at the bulge in his leather "G". 'Come with me.'

Mistress Nicole exited the room and waited for Tom to follow. She motioned him to walk in front of her and guided him to the stairs. 

'Go down.'

Tom, hesitated, took in a breath and went down the steps. The steps down between the kitchen and laundry went down two flights and into another hallway. Off the hallway were two large rooms. The further room had a series of steel pipes running parallel to each other about 10 centimetres below the roof, embedded in the end walls. As Tom soaked in the details of the basement area he resolved that he was going to see this through, no matter what. At the bottom he stopped, waiting for more directions. Nicole pointed to the first door, a bright red one. 'In there,' she ordered, 'this is the downstairs fun area.'


Mistress Nicole



Tom obeyed, opening the door and walking into the room. He gasped aloud when he saw the benches the wall rack and the wheels and chains. He head turned this way and that trying to take it all in. Tom had entered the room through a thick door with padding on either side of it. He looked around and could see on one wall a number of large cupboards going from ceiling to floor. The walls were all painted black and had sound absorbing paneling. The lighting was from down-lights around the walls. There were two spotlights in the corners near the cupboards. Each spotlight faced a large medieval style chair. There was also what looked like a gymnasts horse in the corner. On the other wall was a huge timber "X" with several rings along its arms.

Mistress Nicole watched him closely and saw he was curious and amazed. She closed the door and gestured for him to sit over on the wall bench. She could see the swell of his groin. 

'Sit right there and don't move. Eyes down.'

'Yes Mistress Nicole,' answered Tom.

Nicole busied herself in the cupboards, grabbing out several dark objects that Tom couldn't see. Walking over to him she knelt at his feet. 'Spread your legs Tom.'

Tom did so and felt her wrapping something around his ankles. Then he felt them tighten. The he heard the rattle of a chain and felt his foot being forced back. The same happened to the other foot. Reaching to one side Nicole exposed a ring. She took a couple of large clips and fastened Tom's torso to the wall. He couldn't move his legs or his body. His arms and head were still free. Standing Nicole held his right arm outstretched, put another leather wrist cuff on him and clipped it to the wall. She repeated this with his left hand. Then reaching down onto the floor she picked up a leather lifesavers cap. She put it on Tom's head and fastened it under his chin. On either side were large rings that she again clipped to the wall. This held his head fast then looking at her handiwork; she went back to the cupboard and took out another item. She came over. 

'I love this device Tom. I had a client who is an optometrist and he cast off some of his old equipment to me after falling short of paying me once. Hold still.'

Nicole lowered the device onto Tom's head and positioned it around his eyes. 'Open your eyes, as wide as you can.'

Tom did as he was told and it an instant the device had tightened holding his eyelids up, not allowing him to blink or close his eyes. 'I don't want you missing out on any of the fun Tom,' explained Mistress Nicole in soft voice. 'Now you will have to watch everything I do to your lovely wife. You won't be able to turn away or close your eyes. Oh there's one last touch. We don't want you talking or yelling now do we?'

Nicole grabbed a gag shaped like a small penis and put it up to Tom's lips. He held them shut tight. There was no way he wanted that in his mouth.

Then he felt a hand on his penis. The flap was opened and a warm hand wrapped itself around his cock. The hand squeezed hard and he grimaced and opened his mouth to cry out. It was the opening she wanted. Nicole forced the gag in and tightened it around his head. Tom tied to spit it out, but to no avail, she could hear his breath snorting through his nose. She refastened the flap over his genitals and stood up.

'Not quite what you had in mind Tom was it?'

Tom mumbled incoherently. Nicole laughed and walked off, leaving him fastened firmly to the wall in a sitting position with his legs back under him and his back held against the wall. The rings wouldn't move, so he could struggle, but had no movement other than a few millimeters.

Nicole went back upstairs and opened the door to the room in which she had placed Susan. Susan had finished bathing and was still dressing. 

'This garment is obscene... Mistress Nicole,' I said feeling ashamed.

'You look good in it,' responded Mistress Nicole. 'Her let me help you get it on.'

'No... I mean, I can do it Mistress,' I said.

Nicole watched as she pulled the leather outfit up her smooth legs and then slipped first her right and then her left arm into the armholes. She then rearranged her breasts tucking them into the breast cups. She stretched herself up in front of the mirror. It was a snug fit, but complimented her figure perfectly, almost as if it was made for her.

'Yes it was made for you,' said Nicole, answering the unasked question. I got the measurements from your swimsuit. Do you like it?'

'No. I hate it Mistress Nicole. There are parts missing between my legs. There is no crotch.'

'Oh I'd better take it back and get it stitched up. I don't think so, said Mistress Nicole, laughing. 'You may follow me this way.'

She led Susan out of the door and down the stairs. Opening the red door, she led Susan in to the room. I walked with trepidation into the room seeing all the equipment and then spotting Tom, fastened to the wall with some sort of apparatus on his eyes. 

'Tom,' I cried out and started to run to him.

Mistress Nicole let her go and closed and locked the door behind her. Then she walked over and grabbed her arm.

'The time for niceties is over you bitch,' she shouted and flung me to the floor.

I sprawled at her feet. I looked to Tom. Then back at this horrible woman. As I watched Mistress Nicole undid her kimono and hung it on a hook near the door. I gasped as I saw the leather outfit she was wearing was like mine only the bras were half cups, lifting Nicole's breasts up and showing off her silver nipple rings. I bit my lip. That must have hurt. She couldn't understand how that satanic practice was undertaken. Who would do it? I had so many thoughts racing through my head. The woman looked like she was made to fit into the leather, not the other way around. Her bright red lips stood out against the black of her hair and the tan of her skin. The outfit was finished off with her knee length leather boots with high heels. I had to admit, the more I looked the more stunning she appeared in it.

Mistress Nicole walked up to Susan.

'Kneel bitch.'

'No, I've had enough of this,' I exclaimed frustrated with her profanity.

Mistress Nicole quickly reached down and grabbed my hair, dragging me up. I yelped at the sudden pain. 'When I say, kneel, I mean kneel. Do it,'

Guiding me with a handful of hair to the kneeling position, Nicole let go of my hair once I was on my knees. She moved to stand right in front of me. 'Kneel with your back straight, sitting on your calves.'

Reluctantly I did as I was told.

'Susan we have come to the point where the rules need to be explained to you further,' said Mistress Nicole, 'aren't you glad about that? She smiled. The first rule is the how you address me rule which you've stuffed up a few times now already. You are being trained in many aspects of life, you must adhere to rules and regulations and one of these is to only address your Dominant trainer as Mistress Nicole or Mistress, by no other title. You've had some trouble with that one but from now on the punishments may increase with the severity or the repetition of the offence. Secondly you will be called slutgirl from now on in my presence, unless otherwise told. He, Nicole pointed to the rigid Tom, 'will be called slutboy.'

'Do you understand that so far slutgirl?'

'Yes Mistress Nicole.'

'Who got you into this position slutgirl?'

'He did Mistress Nicole,' I said pointing at Tom. 

'Are you angry with him slutgirl?' asked Mistress Nicole.

'Yes Mistress Nicole,' I sobbed, 'very angry and hurt.'

'Who else got you here Slutgirl?'

'You did Mistress Nicole.'

'No I didn't slutgirl.'

'Then who else Mistress Nicole?' I said anxiously, 'I don't understand.'

'You got yourself here slutgirl by your frigidity, by your meekness, by your temperance and prurience. Do you agree slutgirl?'

'No... No I don't Mistress Nicole.'

Mistress Nicole reached up and lifted her chin. She held out her left hand with a dark pentagram ring on it. 'Kiss my ring slutgirl.'

'But why?'

Mistress Nicole reached out and grabbed a handful of hair and twisted. Susan cried out in pain.

'Now let me explain the third rule. Whilst we are involved in this "counseling" you will obey my every command. Failure to do so will be met with punishment. Often in these games there is a safe word or gesture that will allow you to pause for recuperation or a break. You will not be allowed a safe word. I will be the judge of how much you will be dealt and how far you will be taken on this journey. I, and I alone, not you slutgirl, and certainly not slutboy will decide the level of pleasure and pain. You have no rights or considerations here other than your safety and well being. You are nothing but toys for my pleasure now, slaves to serve and please me in whatever way, shape or form that takes. Are you clear with the obedience rule?'

'Yes Mistress Nicole, clear.'

'Good now kiss my pentagram ring.'

I lowered her head and gave the ring a peck.

'This time make it a real kiss slutgirl.'

I puckered up and gave the ring a longer kiss this time. I missed the brief smile on the face of Mistress Nicole. 

'There is a spot on my shoe, please lick it off.'

I was trapped now. In kissing the ring I had chosen obedience. But to kiss the shoe, how could she make me? I could, I kept telling myself it would be over soon. It's a bad dream, a nightmare and eventually it will be over. To do it I had to lean right forward until I could lick at the toe of the shoe. I licked it a couple of times, and then straightened.

'Good slutgirl,' she said and stroked my hair. 'Now we can proceed. This is you preferred position when we are in this room. Whenever I wish to talk or instruct you be sure you are in the first kneeling position. The second kneeling position we will learn later.'

Mistress Nicole went over to the cupboard and pulled out a draw. She selected and item and came over to Susan. Reaching down she put the collar around Susan's neck and fastened it with a small silver lock. It had several rings in it and was heavy but not uncomfortable. Nicole went and got another one. 

'Put this around slutboys neck slutgirl and then come back here.'

I took the collar and went over to Tom. I looked at him and then down at his neck as I fastened the collar around his neck, locking it in place. I returned to kneel at the feet of Mistress Nicole.

Mistress Nicole patted my head and then went to another draw and came back with another item. Put these on him slutgirl.'

'What are they Mistress Nicole,' I said unsure of what it was.

'These are nipple clamps, ideal for slutboy nipples. You clamp them on and tighten up the holding nut.'

'But... How?'

I looked at Tom, took the offered clamps and went over to my husband. I rubbed a nipple until it rose and clipped on a clamp. I fastened it hearing the sharp intake of breath through Tom's nose. I did the other one the same. Tom moaned into his gag and tried to wriggle and squirm but couldn't. I bit her lip realising it must be painful and returned to my kneeling position.

I looked again towards Tom, but a hand appeared under my chin.

'Stand.'

I stood and looked at Mistress Nicole.

'Avert you eyes unless told. You must look to the floor or to the side unless I tell you to do otherwise.'

Mistress Nicole led Susan to the steel racks. 

She pressed me hard against the cold metal. I gasped. 'Stand still.' Nicole grabbed some smaller chains connected to the sides of the rack and clipped them to the "D" rings on either side of the collar. 'Hold your arms out straight.'

Out of the same draw Nicole produce a larger set of nipple clamps. My eyes narrowed as I recognized them now for what they are. Nicole stepped up to me.'

'Who are you?'

'I am Susan Creighton.'

'Wrong answer you are my slutgirl and I am Mistress Nicole.'

Mistress Nicole undid the studs at the front of Susan's leather bodice. Her creamy white breasts were exposed with the dark nipples embedded in the middle of them. Nicole reached out and put her finger on the left nipple. It started to rise. She licked the finger and rubbed it again. It hardened further. I bit my lips trying to ignore the small flash of pleasure that rippled through me. 

'You are a slut aren't you Susan. Look how your nipples defy you. Look how they rise as a woman touches them.'

'Don't...touch...don't Mistress Nicole, please.'

'I wonder if it is affecting you down here as well. Nicole draped the nipple clamps on their silver chain over a steel rung and reached down with her hand. Her left hand still rubbed my nipple and the right now rested on my groin. My legs were shut tight.'

'Don't touch me there Mistress Nicole.' I pleaded.

'What is it called Slutgirl?'

'Don't Mistress Nicole,' I whimpered.

'What is the crudest name for this organ Slutgirl?'

'No Mistress Nicole, I can't.'

'Too bad.' 

Nicole's hand stopped rubbing the left nipple and she held it and clamped it. I gasped as the intense pain surged from that point on my breast. Rubbing the other one to erectness, Nicole clamped it as well. My mouth opened and I couldn't hold back a moan as I felt a fire ignited and burn through me. The silver chain swinging between the two, a little extra weight on the clamps. Nicole tightened them both and walked back a few steps. I was biting my lip, my eyes screwed shut. 

Nicole went to another of the cupboards and opened it up. Inside there were several short lengths of chain and more wrist restraints. She went back and fastened the restraints around Susan's wrists. She undid the collar chains and holding the silver chain led her by the nipples over in front of Tom.

Tom watched as Nicole pulled on the chains causing Susan to whimper. Then leading her back to the rungs she made her turn and face the wall. Taking each arm she fastened it to a rung. Then she unzipped the suit at the back and pulled it away. With a bulldog clip she pulled it around to the front and clipped it. Now Susan's back and buttocks were open and inviting.

Nicole went to the cupboard and selected a thin rattan cane. Tom mumbled louder into his gag. Nicole walked over and pulled on his nipple chain, and his eyes watered more. 

'Will it be six or twelve strokes of the cane for your wife slutboy?'

Mistress Nicole walked over to Susan. 'Now slutgirl, this is just a taste. You have been disobedient. I asked you a question and you chose not to answer. I will ask you again when I've finished. It is important you count out loud so that I don't lose count of how many you get. Ready?'

Nicole stood back and swung the cane. It whistled through the air and connected with a loud crack on the buttocks of Susan. I cried out in shock and pain. I whimpered and then remembered her instructions and hoped obeying would end this sooner, so I said 'one.'

Nicole swung again, and I counted out two. Again Nicole swung and I cried out loudly in pain and also the number three. Three more and my butt was getting red and had six red stripes across it. The intenseness of the session was building and so was the pleasure within Nicole. She was taking Susan beyond anything she had felt or dreamed of so far. The cane was administered to her as a young girl when corporal punishment was still in vogue in religious schools. This moment was an intimate experience for them both but in different ways. 

'What is it called?'

'Vagina.'

'No Slutgirl, all women have a vagina. What is your called?'

Nicole swung the cane once more. I moaned as the fire spread from my buttocks to my groin and beyond, filling me with a warm burning glow. The intense fire from my nipples mingled with the radiance from my buttocks and a small spark of pleasure emanated from my genitals. Trying to deny it was there seemed to increase its focus. It was like a hot wire from her nipples to her clitoris as the pain lessened the pleasure aspect increased. 'Seven.'

'What is yours called Slutgirl?'

'It's my cunt Mistress Nicole,' I blurted out, 'there I've said it.'

'Say it again.'

'Why?'

'Say it again,' said Nicole and swung the cane. I jerked as the cane stung my aching and raw backside again and I yelled.

'Cunt. Cunt. It's my dirty cunt.'

'What are you my slutgirl.'

'I'm a dirty slut, with a dirty cunt,' I uttered feeling downcast and trodden on but on fire all over now.

'Yes you are,' said Nicole. She stepped forward and put one hand on the red skin and the other dived squeezed in between my legs before I could clamp them shut. There was some wetness there on the outer lips. Nicole moved her fingers up and down, spreading my cunt lips, feeling for the opening, rubbing up and down my inner labia. Nicole felt them get wetter, as the juices started to flow. Then, as she maintained her ministrations fingers teasing me deep inside, and then pressing and rubbing my clit she heard the slow moans escape my mouth.

'Do you like it Slutgirl?'

'No..., yes... aaah no Mistress Nicole.' I could feel the pleasure mixing with pain, and everything was blurring. Her fingers were dancing on me, the ache from my nipples seemed to make my clit pulse. I'd never felt anything like it. I was no longer in control of my body, she was.

'Your body defies you slutgirl. You have no control. What do you want me to do slutgirl?' Sensing Susan was close to letting go of her resistance, she worked her deft ministrations in specific, sensitive areas. Pausing to pull on the chain stretching the nipples. Susan moaned louder now.

'Finger my cunt, Mistress Nicole,' I said, 'please I'm your slutgirl, I'm yours.'

Nicole swapped hands taking the wet one and wiping it all over my buttocks. With the other one she put two fingers together and inserted them into her wet hole. I shuddered.

'Oooh yessssss... aaah.'

Nicole pushed them in and out working them rapidly several times and then withdrew them.

'What... no... put them back please Mistress, please.'

Nicole ignored her and walked over to Tom. 

'I think we can take this off now Tom, I don't think you'll stop watching now.'

She wiped her fingers on his face and then unsnapped the eyelid holders and removed the optician's device from his head. Tom's eyes blinked rapidly. Mistress Nicole put the device back in its draw and then returned to Susan.

She put a hand around her waist and undid the bulldog clip holding the leather suit. Then holding my waist with one hand she drove her hand into the wetness of my cunt. The surprise made me buck and Nicole heard me gasp and then as the pleasure mounted again I moaned. Moving her fingers in and out rapidly she could feel the wetness flooding out of me. 'You are so wet now slutgirl,' said Mistress Nicole.

I could only moan. She pulled on the nipple chain and the ache freshened and sent pulses into my clit again. 

'What do you want my worthless little slutgirl?'

'I want you to finger my wet cunt Mistress Nicole.'

'What are you slutgirl?'

'I am a your very dirty slut Mistress Nicole, but don't stop please. I've never felt like this before.'

With her free hand Nicole slowly moved her hand up and grabbed the chain connecting the two nipple clamps. She applied pressure pulling it down. The weight came onto Susan's nipples and the new pain was fresh and instant. 

'Ooooh...yesss... Mistress... uunnghhh...Yes.'

I had put it to one side as the pleasure emanating from her vulva increased. Now it came flooding back. My feelings were completely mixed, I shouldn't be enjoying this, but I was. I had never experienced such a bittersweet combination of passion, pleasure and pain and now... guiltily I wanted more of it!

Nicole felt the movement of my hips as they pushed and bucked on

her probing fingers. She slid her hand in an out and swiveled it around when inside. My juices were running down her wrist. I was close to orgasm, Nicole had masterfully brought me to the point of no return. She started to rub a finger over my clitoris and with one hand pulled harder on the clamps. Then using that same hand she reached up and undid the tightener's so that with a quick pull the clamps would come off quickly with a light tug downwards.




Mistress Nicole



I had her legs spread and was panting loudly, pushing my hips as far back as I could to allow deeper access to my sopping cunt. I was greedy for it, hungry for it, so slutty.

'Oh yess Mistress. I am a dirty slut, finger my cunt...oh yes.'

Then as Nicole knew it would, the moaning stopped and I started to shudder as the first wave of an orgasm reached out to swamp me, and then Nicole pulled off the clamps. The rush of blood back into my nipples was so intense, the pain was excruciating I cried out in surprise and agony but the peak of my orgasm arrived simultaneously and pushed her through the incredible sensitivity spike and I cried out as a great orgasm wracked my body. I slumped, my weight held by Nicole's outstretched arms and my legs buckled under me and everything went still and soundless and then I could hear my own breathing gasping for air. 

Mistress Nicole took her fingers agonizingly slowly out of my cunt and put them in to my gasping mouth. 

'Lick.'

I did so immediately sucking on the fingers, licking my own juices off them. Gradually my breathing slowed after the first few lungfuls I had drawn in when the clamps were removed. I straightened up. All I felt was an amazing all over pleasure tinged with a little pain in my nipples but also an ache in my butt cheeks from the caning, but it was not painful. Maybe when touched that would be different. 

The hand was removed from my mouth. I had saliva and my cunt juices; yes I liked calling it my cunt now, all over my face. Nicole undid the arm clamps and re-zipped my leather suit. I was numb. Tom was staring; his eyes blinking rapidly indicated he was trying in vain to communicate.

Nicole wasn't finished with either of them yet. However the evening had progressed well and she was feeling fulfilled emotionally with the result of her dominance over Susan. It was a pleasure peak for herself. The skill required to bring Susan's first real orgasm made her proud. The smell of Susan's muskiness on her hand had an effect in arousing her. Nicole knew she was wet as well and she knew she wanted to come, but first she had to put Susan and Tom through some more aspects of their journey tonight.

Nicole made Susan stand near the rungs and connected the chains to her wrists and ankles. She tightened the wheels, and this stretched me out. Grabbing a ball gag out of her cupboard she strapped it around my head. I was spread-eagled up against the steel racks.

Walking slowly over to Tom, she started to release his leg and body restraints. Next she disconnected head and body clips so that he was free to move. She undid the cuffs holding his arm and lifting his face by the chin made him stand. She led him to the bench by the chain on his nipple clamps. She unhooked them and then and made him lie face down on it. Tom started to snort as the blood rushed back into his violated nipples. He moaned into his gag. Reconnecting the chains on the legs to his arm and ankle restraints he was held immobile. Mistress Nicole then pressed a foot pad and a whirring noise became apparent and the front of the table dropped and the rear of it raised up and as it did so the chains ran over the sides and pulled Tom's legs further apart, opening his rear, making it vulnerable to the world. Nicole took her foot off and the table stopped just below her waist height.

'Now my slutboy,' said Nicole, resting her hand in the middle of her back. Before we finish this course you must experience things that Susan endures. If you are to be her dominant, you must know the effects of your role-playing, of your style of dominance and the discipline you enforce. You must know the limits of pain and when to pleasure your wife. She is submissive that is a wonderful thing to be. She has been all her life. It is a result of her upbringing and the values force-fed to her for so many years. You are a novice and you must be trained as well so that you don't destroy the beautiful woman that she is. Susan is able to watch everything that we do while she recovers. Are you ready my slutboy?'

Tom with his mouth gagged and his face looking down tried to swivel his head but couldn't see Nicole. He nodded in a fashion. Nicole went to her whips, crops and straps cupboard and took out a thick leather tawse. It had a tapered handle to allow her smaller hand to grasp it firmly. The business end was split with the two tongues being about 5 millimetres apart. It wasn't really all that flexible, and for the purpose Nicole needed it for it wasn't supposed to be. The leather itself was about 2 centimetres thick on the tongues. The noise it made on contact with flesh was loud and frightening. It added to the whole drama of a submissive being strapped.

Nicole opened the draw that held the nipple clamps and extracted three clamps that were the same size as the ones she had clipped onto Susan's nipples but were not joined by a chain. She went over to Tom, bent down and pulled his scrotum up. She deftly applied the three clamps at different points on his scrotum, roughly in a triangle with one up where it met the base of his penis. Tom started squirming and his butt moved from side to side. The movement and friction on the latex of the bench top caused his semi-erect cock to harden and press against his thigh. Trapped by the weight of his leg, it was an uncomfortable angle. Nicole stepped around and reached under him and grabbed his cock. She roughly jerked it straight up so that it was under his belly. She squeezed the glans hard and then let it go. Tom bucked his hips liking the pleasure of the friction and felt it distracted from the low pain coming from his scrotum. 

Nicole was standing back with Susan watching it, stroking her face. 'Feeling better yet?'

I could only mumble into her gag. Drool escaping from the sides of my mouth. Nicole walked over to Tom. 

'Slutboy, did you think I would let you come on my nice clean work bench?'

Tom stopped his hips and lay still, tense, not knowing what to anticipate. Then he heard the swish and the loud slap as the tawse struck his buttocks. He strained at his bonds and screamed into his gag as the wave of pain and shock shot through him. Before he could recover another blow had landed and then another and then a pause. His butt was burning. The pain made his eyes water. 

Nicole stopped, went to the cupboard grabbed out some deep heat liniment and smeared it on his butt. The warm glow spread quickly, coupled with the pain and became a fire. 

'I haven't finished yet slutboy,' said Mistress Nicole, 'perhaps when I have you may be allowed to come, but if you do without my permission you will find yourself with double punishment.'

With that she swung the tawse again and watched his butt squirm after the blow landed. She waited a few seconds and then let fly again. And again she struck. She repeated the slow repetition for ten more strokes of the tawse until there were bright red marks where the tongues of the tawse had smacked into his buttocks and upper thighs. He would probably bruise up nicely after that she thought.

Laying the tawse in the middle of his back, she reached forward and undid his gag.

Tom spat it out on to the floor. Nicole picked it up and put it in a bucket near the cupboards. He was breathing hard, almost keening with the pain from his strapping. Nicole unclipped her leather suit allowing her cunt to be free. She pushed the foot pedal and lowered the front even more so that Tom was on an angle. He slid forward and his head was over the edge of the bench. Nicole lowered it some more and then raised the rear so that he was on about a fifty to sixty degree angle. Then she sat down on the floor in front of Tom, lay back and slid herself under his face. She lifted her leather clad calves up and onto his back and locked them around his shoulders. Applying pressure from her calves and lifting her hips she was able to press her vulva up against his open mouth.

She lay back her palms flat down on the floor. 'Lick me slutboy,' she ordered, and thrust her hips higher mashing her hot wet cunt against his mouth. He had no option but to do as she bid. His tongue snaked out tentatively at first, he was unsure he had never even done this to his wife. The fact that she had never let him was also an issue here, but he had tried with another girl but she had made him stop. 'Lick harder slutboy. It hasn't got teeth.'

He immediately stuck out his tongue and worked it into her. He lapped at he lips, increasing the length and speed of his strokes and he was rewarded with hearing Mistress Nicole moan. He persisted, and then started to flick the hard button above her slit. Mistress Nicole let out a louder moan and he pressed harder with the tip of his tongue, working it in tiny circles around her clitoris. Her hips bucked widely as the wild passion rose quicker and faster. Nicole was primed because of her efforts, and was ready to burst. His tongue worked on her clitoris and then back inside her and then he found a rhythm, long stokes starting inside and working up to her clitoris. It was enough, and Mistress Nicole looked over at Susan who was gaping at the scene in front of her. 

'Look at me slutgirl,' said Nicole in between pants.

I tilted my head and looked at Mistress Nicole, feeling humiliated as my husband went down on another woman, but confused as well because here I was enjoying the spectacle in front of me like a voyeur. I saw her face and wanted to feel that pleasure for myself. I felt that heat start to build again in y loins as the site of the beautiful Mistress getting licked to an orgasm in a frenzy of tongues and moans and gasps. 'Susan he is licking me wonderfully,' said Nicole, 'I'm going to cum. Soon... yes... that's good, there... keep doing it like that slutboy... aaaaghh... Yessssss... I'm cumming.' Mistress Nicole let out another loud cry and let her head fall back. She stopped rocking her hips and loosened her legs and they dropped to the floor. Tom stopped licking her and panted, getting air back into his lungs. Strangely the pain was still slight in his groin. The blood was running to his head, making him dizzy. He realized his cock was rock hard and trapped underneath him. The service he had done Mistress Nicole and the pleasure he had given her had excited him further and now it was pressing into his belly. Any movement created a pleasurable fiction on the head of it.

Mistress Nicole pulled herself out from under Tom. She felt week in the knees for a bit. Slowly she stood up and went over to Susan. She removed the manacles and led her over to the floor where she had been. 

'Lie down where I was slutgirl.'

I did as she was told. I had seen all that had happened and although a little frightened by breaking an ingrained taboo I wanted to experience what I had seen Mistress Nicole experience. I stretched out my legs. Mistress Nicole grabbed my legs and draped them over Tom's shoulders. She clipped them together so I couldn't pull them away. Then taking my arms she cuffed them together.

'Lift up your hips slutgirl,' ordered Mistress Nicole, 'you must tell me when you are cumming.'

I pushed up and felt the warm wet contact of Tom's mouth. He knew what to do and started with small soft licks on his wife's cunt.

'Ummmm,' I moaned it felt so good.

Tom started licking faster and then he penetrated deeper with his tongue and I could feel new heights of passion so I forced my hips higher to maximize the depth his tongue could go. Big results. 

'Ooooh,' I cried.

I started to buck my hips on his mouth. Tom licked for all he was worth, relishing the chance to do this to his wife. I was enjoying it too. He hoped now that cunnilingus would be a regular part of their sex lives. He started working on my clitoris, softly at first and then harder and I started moaning louder and louder. He felt I was ready to come and then as he was just starting the long licking motion I thrust my hips up and wailed.

'Ooooh fuck... aaaagh... I'm coming Mistress Nicole... yessssss.'

Watching from the bench she thought the new woman had started to flower. She had never said "fuck" before and Nicole wondered whether she would remember her use of profanity at that exquisite moment. My hips dropped to the floor. Nicole got up and unclipped my ankles and helped me to my feet, y arms still cuffed in front of me. 

Mistress Nicole lowered the bench to level and then released Tom's legs and arms. She helped him up and as he stood, awkwardly the return of blood to his lower organs caused him to cry out and almost double up.

'Leave them,' ordered Nicole.

She led him over to the long chains and connected his ankles and wrists; only he was facing away from the bench towards the steel rungs. Leading Susan over she made her back up to the steel rungs. Taking a couple of spreader bars she fastened then to the each side of my collar and then made me kneel. She fastened the bars to rungs and then uncuffed my hands re-cuffing them behind me, each to a separate rung. This was an awkward position for me, with extra pressure on my arm sockets, and my head held in one steady position. As I basked in a post cum high I wondered what was next?

Mistress Nicole tightened the chains stretching out each of Tom's limbs and making him shuffle forward. Nicole stepped toward him and undid the flap at the front of his briefs. His cock, which had been imprisoned and mashed up against his belly, sprang free, purple on the top and hard. 

Nicole tightened the chains another couple of notches and his groin met with Susan's face. 

'Take him in your mouth Susan,' ordered Mistress Nicole.

'But... Mistress Nicole... I can't,' I said.

'Do it.'

I swallowed and then opened her mouth. Another twist of the wheels forced Tom to shuffle another step forward and as I opened my mouth his phallus impaled my face. Tom moaned at the instant his cock was surrounded by his wife's warm and wet mouth. I felt it enter my mouth and spear towards my throat and fill me. It was smooth, big and hard and I couldn't get over how hot it was. I tried to move it with my tongue and felt it quiver in my mouth. So I slowly investigated with my tongue and felt it quiver more when I licked its head. Pursing my lips I found I had enough movement in my restraints to move my head backward a little and then forward.

'That's it slutgirl, lick and suck it like it was an ice cream,' said Mistress Nicole, watching with interest as Susan had at first taken it in disgust, but now was going through stages of curiosity and delight. And with the moans coming from Tom, she must be doing something right.

Taking up the tawse Mistress Nicole landed and brutal blow on Toms butt. He jerked forward and buried his cock deeper in his wife's mouth. I was completely taken by surprise and gagged, trying to move my head but couldn't beyond that small amount I had worked with before. I felt like I was choking as Tom's cock went down my throat and then it was out and I sucked air through my mouth around his cock. 

Tom when struck had cried out in alarm, surprise and pain. Again the tawse struck him and his reaction was to buck forward away from the blow and embed his cock down his wife's throat again. As he pulled back she sucked and licked it again and he felt the air enter her mouth around his cock. He moaned aloud in pleasure. His butt was throbbing again. The pain and pleasure were blurring, the two feelings becoming entangled. He tensed waiting for another blow, but instead felt the clamps being removed from his scrotum. 

'Aaaaarrgh,' he cried as the pain in his groin intensified.

Taking aim again, Mistress Nicole swung the tawse as hard as she could and Tom bucked again sending his cock deep into Susan's mouth. I was getting the hang of it. I didn't like it but knew I could still breath threw my nose and as long it was not in there long I was okay. I liked how it responded to my licks and sucks. I preferred licking the head and gently sucking on it and so as he withdrew from my throat she started working on it again, loud slurping sounds audible.

Mistress Nicole held off on the next blow, realizing Tom was near to cumming. His breath was coming in fast pants and his hips were twitching. His cock sucking wife was learning fast and she was going to make him come in this her first attempt. Nicole was impressed. I looked inquiringly at her. Nicole nodded to indicate she was doing good. 

'Good slutgirl, very good,' said Nicole.

Nicole heard Tom's panting hasten and then stop and knew he was about to come and she reached back and timing it to perfection swung the tawse and connected with his buttocks the moment he started to ejaculate, forcing his cock deeper into his wife's throat making her gag and then she had to swallow his discharge, the jets of semen sliding down her swollen throat, he pulled back and the last few jets landed on her tongue as she licked his head. Then he sagged, completely spent, struggling to stand up. I still licked and sucked his cock, which was now super sensitive and shrinking. It slowly registered what I had done and I felt strange that I had sucked a real cock and it had spurted forth into her throat and mouth. I couldn't describe the taste, but she was pleased with herself for helping Tom to release in such a way. Something I had never considered before, but in doing so although he had battered her throat so that it was now tender I knew that somehow she had sucked him to the point where he had cum. I felt that I had controlled the timing of his come, that and the paddling with the tawse.

I felt his member withdraw as Mistress Nicole slackened off the chains. His cock popped out of my mouth and I licked the fluids off my lips and around my mouth. I'm so slutty now I though. Tom moved backwards. Mistress Nicole came over and did up the flap on his leather "G" and then undid the arm and wrist manacles. She unclipped Susan from the spreaders and rungs and led them both up stairs by the hands. They were both spent. Nicole too felt weary with her evening's exertions.

Opening Susan's door she guided her inside. 

'You may bathe first slutgirl. You will be required also to clean your leather outfit. Once cleaned up you may dress in one the kimono's in the draws over there. Nothing else of course. You may rest until I call you for our meal.'

Nicole gently pushed her inside and pulled the door shut. I unzipped myself and stepped out of the leather gear and carried it into the bathroom. I ran the shower and stepped in. The hot water instantly stinging my tender buttocks where I had been caned. It was a funny thing I had forgotten all about that. I did feel tired, sore but content. I realized I had been caught up in the lust and passion that had followed the caning, seeking more pleasure and fulfillment. The shower ran on as I reflected.

Outside, Nicole opened Tom's door. 

'In you go too slutboy. You must bathe and rest. We will have a meal later and you will find you will be tired and need to sleep. Rest now for this hour or so.'

Nicole closed the door behind him and then went into the office. She turned on her computer and made copious notes in one of her journal files. Then she checked the recorder and found that the vision was perfect. She carefully edited out the scenes were her face was showing too clearly and then made up a file to burn the footage onto CDROM. She burnt three CD's and then archived the first session and the edited version. Sometimes she liked to watch herself perform and like all experts she would often critique her own performance and find ways to better handle her subjects. 

She checked all her emails and then seeing no messages on the answering service closed down the monitor. The computer was always running, sounds and video were recorded in the "guest" rooms and some of that was entertaining. 




Mistress Nicolette Ch. 01



"Mistress Raven, I'd like you to meet my slave, Peter," Nicolette said.

We were in a private dungeon on 23rd Street. Mistress Raven was cleaning up after a session, and Nicolette and I would be playing soon.

"Pleased to me you," I said, shaking her hand.

Raven was in a corset and panties. She stood about 5', 10" in her heels, had long black hair and was very attractive. Nicolette was 5', 11" in her sneakers, black turtleneck and jeans. She had curly blonde hair, a curvaceous body, and a thoroughly filthy mind. I liked her a lot.

"Peter is an exhibitionist," said Nicolette.

My ears burned at the thought of Nicolette discussing my kinks with someone I'd just met.

"Ooh," said Raven, eyeballing my body.

"So Peter, why don't you strip for us?" she continued.

It may have sounded like a question, but it wasn't. It was an order. For the first time in my life, I was being commanded to strip in front of pair of women. I took off my shoes and socks, and put them aside. I pulled off my shirt, folded it, and placed it on a chair. Then I unbuckled my belt, and pulled my jeans down. (I don't wear underwear with jeans.) I stepped out of my jeans, folded them and put them on top of my shirt.

I was now naked in front of the two women. I felt my cock twitch and I looked down — it was semi-hard.

"Nice," said Raven, staring at my cock. "What are you going to do to him?"

Nicolette walked over and put an arm around my shoulders. She reached down with her other hand and slowly stroked my cock. I felt myself getting harder.

"Some flogging," said Nicolette, "some CBT. And definitely some strap-on play."

"Wow," said Raven, "he takes it up the ass?"

"Peter — answer her," commanded Nicolette.

"I like to be fucked in the ass, Mistress Raven," I said.

She walked over to me and cupped by balls. They were both teasing me now, and humiliating me by making me discuss my own perversions. 

"And is Mistress Nicolette a good ass fucker?" she asked.

"Very good," I answered.

Raven kissed my cheek softly. Nicolette took one of my fingers in her mouth.

"And what makes her a good ass-fucker?"

"She's gentle at first, until my anus relaxes," I said. "They she can be very strong, very powerful."

"Why don't you bend over, Petter," said Nicolette, "so I can show Mistress Raven where my cock will be entering you."

I turned around and bent over. I felt Nicolette's hands spread my ass cheeks, and then someone spit on my asshole. I felt a finger tapping on my anus. Then it slid in.

"Oh, he's tight," said Raven.

Not a minute had passed since we'd been introduced, and now her finger was up my ass.

"He is, but he relaxes well," said Nicolette. "Hc can take a good pounding."

They were talking me about me as if I were an animal. I was extremely turned on.

"And do you like it when people watch you get fucked in the ass?" asked Raven. 

Nicolette stood me up sand turned me around. 

"It's never happened," I said. 

"That seems like something that should be changed," she said.

"Care to watch him get ass fucked?" asked Nicolette.

"I'd love to," said Raven, "when should I come back?"

"I'll come and get you," said Nicolette. "About 45 minutes."

"Sounds good," said Raven.

She reached down and grabbed my balls, squeezing them hard. I moaned loudly from the pain.

"See you then, Peter."

She kissed me lightly on the lips, and left the room. I stood there, naked, with a serious hard on, looking at Nicolette. 

"Let's get started, shall we?" she asked.

I had first met Nicolette when she worked at Pandora's Box, and we hit if off immediately. I had started off talking about a role-play scenario when she interrupted me and said "you like pain and you like to get off hard — right? I can help you with that."

After our first session, she asked me what other kinks I had. I told her about my exhibitionism. At that point, I'd only had two experiences. The first was at an Asian massage parlor, when I'd just moved to the city. It was a shabby little place with no locker room. My masseuse brought out a plastic basket and undressed me in front of the rest of the staff. Some of the women watched, some didn't. But I loved the feeling of eyes washing over my naked body.

She wrapped a tool around me and led me to the sauna. I sat down, and saw a dilapidated stack of porn magazines — Hustlers and Penthouses. I picked one up and leafed through the photos. I un-did my towel and stroked my cock.

Two masseuses entered, wrapped up in towels. They saw me playing with myself and giggled, so I stopped. They sat down opposite me, and stared at my cock. One said something I didn't understand, and mimed jerking off. So I started up again, happy to put on a show.

But my masseuse came in and, seeing my masturbate, rushed over and wrapped the towel back around my groin. She pulled me out of the sauna and into one of the massage rooms. In halting English, she asked was I playing with myself in front of the two women. I explained how this was a turn-on for me, how I liked being naked in front of women. She asked me if I'd ever cum in front of a group of women, and I told her "no."

At the end of the massage — the part where they ask you to flip onto your back — she had me stand up instead. She had been lightly caressing my back and inner thighs, so I was very hard and ready to be jerked off. 

"You cum now?" she asked.

I wasn't certain what she meant, but I said "yes."

With that, she grabbed a towel and some oil and led me through the hallway to the main room. She placed the towel on the floor, and had me lie down. I didn't understand what was happening, but I loved having all the other masseuses staring at me and my cock. She laid down beside me, put some oil on her hand and started jerking my cock.

"You cum now," she said.


Now I understood. 

I looked around at the other masseuses. There were eight of them lounging on couches, including the two from the sauna, now wrapped in robes. I saw their eyes dart from my cock to my eyes, and back to my cock. We all knew what was happening now — a stranger would be ejaculating in front of them.

My masseuse increased her pace. One of the girls from the sauna stood up, and let her robe fall to the floor. Now there two completely naked people in the room. I felt my balls begin to churn, and I came all over my stomach.

The next time was at a brothel name Jillian Bradley's. Jillian's was a very nice place, super clean, and always had ten or so girls to choose from. I played hooky from work and made an appointment for a morning session, when they were just opening up.


The door opened, and I was led to the living room.

"So what can we for you today?" asked Jillian.

Jillian was older, in her sixties. She had been running this place for years. 

"I'd like to get one girl for one hour," I said "but I'd like to do something different."

I explained how, on my last visit, I had done a tiny bit of nude dancing for them. The place had been empty, and the girls were cranking tunes to amuse themselves. When my girl and I emerged from our room, wrapped in towels, we saw some of them dancing. So we joined in, and threw our towels to the side. Jillian called some more girls in from the kitchen, and soon we had a small crowd watching our silly little performance.

A couple of the girls had been there that day, and remembered me. 

I told Jillian that I wanted to perform for them again, as a stripper.

"So you want to get naked — for us?" asked one of the girls.

"Yes," I replied.

"Cool!" she said. "Let's do this!"

Jillian agreed, and I choose a girl — Hope. She was on the short side, but had a terrific ass and small, firm tits. She was pretty, with shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes.

I had come prepared. I had a CD with dance music which I placed in their boom box. Next, I gave each of the girls a $20 tip, which they appreciated. Then a put a wad of singles on the coffee table, so they could tip me.

I took off my shoes and socks and hit the Play button. I started dancing, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. The girls hooted and applauded, which turned me on. I unbuttoned my jeans, and dropped them to the floor, revealing a pair of Calvin Klein's.

I danced up to one of the girls and asked for a tip.


"Can I touch?" she asked.


"You can do anything," I said.

She placed a folded dollar bill in the waistband and reached in to grab my cock.

"Wow," she said. "He's fucking hard."

I made my way around the room, allowing each girl to touch me. I even danced up to Jillian, who reached in to give me a few playful squeezes. I returned to the center of the room and turned around. I slowly slid my underwear down, revealing a tiny G-string. My cock was so hard that it was pushing the G-string down, exposing my pubes.

I walked around the room, collecting more tips. The girls were more aggressive this time, manhandling my cock and balls and slapping my ass.

I stood in from of Hope and asked if she would like to do the honors. She smiled and nodded. She place her hands on my hips, and began to slowly slide the elastic bands down. She stopped when the top of my shaft was exposed. The girls liked that. Then she pushed the bands down so that only the head of my cock was hidden. The girls shouted for more. 

"Ready?" asked Hope.

I nodded.

She pushed the bands down, and my cock flipped out. I was very turned on, and my cock was hard. I moved around the room, allowing each of the girls to grope me. 

Just then, another girl emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel. Seeing me naked and molested, she ran over.

"What do we have here?" she asked.

"Jasmine, this is Peter," said Hope. "And he just did a strip tease for us."

She dropped her towel and stood behind me. She reached around and started to play with my cock. I could feel her tits pressing into back. With her other hand, she grabbed my ass.

"Nice," she purred in my ear.

Hope took the towel and placed it on one of the couches. Then she grabbed me by my cock and made me lie down on it. She removed her bra and panties, and grabbed a condom from a basket on table.

"Are you going to fuck him out here?" asked Jasmine.

"You got a problem with that?" Hope asked me.

I had only planned on stripping for the girls. I hadn't even hoped they'd watch me fuck. 

"None," I said.

Hope placed a condom in her mouth and bent down over my cock. She began sucking me, moving the condom down the shaft. Then she straddled me, and moved my cock into her pussy.

"It's much easier for me to cum in cowgirl," she said.

She started riding my cock. Soon, her cheeks turned red and she started moaning. She put her head down next to mine, and I wrapped my arms around her. I pounded away, and felt her head come up.

"I'm ... cumming," she said. 

The girls applauded.

Hope stood up and I grabbed the towel, putting it over the arm of the couch. I bent Hope down on top of it, and entered her from behind. I looked around the room at all the eyes watching us fuck. I did not last long, and came inside of Hope.

Nicolette knew these stories, and she tried to help me out as much as she could. She would often parade me naked around Pandora's Box, introducing me to the other dommes and telling them what she was going to do to me. But none of them had ever watched me get fucked in the ass.

Nicolette was now an independent, which meant she could make her own rules. She would kiss me, and let me eat her pussy. She was a squirter, and I loved being drenched in her juices. She knew I liked saliva play, and would always oblige by spitting in my mouth. I loved to drink her down.

By now, she had flogged me and had tortured my cock and ball. She especially liked placing clothespins on my ball sac, and flicking them off with a riding crop. When she thought I was good and ready, she placed me in a sling, and cuffed my wrists and ankles so I couldn't move.

She put on a latex glove and put some lube on my asshole. 

"Are you ready to put on a show today?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress."

One finger slid in.

"Are you going to be a good ass slut?"

Another finger slid in.

"Yes, mistress."

"And are you going to cum for Mistress Raven with a cock in your ass?

Three fingers now.

"Yes, mistress."

A fourth.

"Good boy," she said. 

She pulled out of me and put on the strap-on harness. She posed for me. She knew I loved looking at her naked body, and she knew I thought the strap-on made her even hotter.

She walked over to me and kissed me. Our tongues met in an almost romantic fashion. Then she pulled her face away and she order me to open my mouth. She spat against the back of my mouth.

"I'll be back," she said.

Now I was naked, and tied into a sling. My cock was rock hard, but I couldn't touch it. I closed my eyes and thought about Raven watching Nicolette's cock slide into my asshole.

I heard voices — Nicolette and Raven were coming back. But I heard other voices as well.

Nicolette opened the door and said "there he is."

Raven walked in, but she brought two other women with her. They didn't look like dommes — they were wearing street clothes.

"Peter, these are my friends, Diane and Lauren," said Raven. "We're heading out soon, but they've never seen a guy get fucked up the ass before."

"Never?" asked Nicolette.

"Nope," said Lauren.

"Once," said Diane," in a movie."

"Would it be OK if they watched, too?"

My head was swimming. I was nude, erect and two complete strangers were about to watch me get fucked.

"Yes, Mistress Raven."

"Let me ask it another way," said Nicolette. "Would it turn you on to have these women watch you get fucked, because you're a horny exhibitionist and an anal slut?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then look at them and tell them."

I made eye contact with them. 


"I'm ... I'm a horny exhibitionist and an anal slut." I said. "Please watch me get fucked."

"We'd love to," said Diane.

"Thank you for asking us," said Lauren.

Nicolette called them over so they could watch the dildo enter my ass. I moaned as I felt my asshole widen.

"Holy shit," said Diane.

Raven was behind me head. She asked me to look up. She pushed saliva through her lips until it hung in a stringer. I opened my mouth and let it come in.

"Wow," said Lauren. "Can I do that?"

"You can do whatever you want," said Nicolette.

They took turns with me, filling my mouth with their spit. This was turning Nicolette on, and she started pounding me harder. She slapped my cock and spat all over my face. I was a goopy, sloppy mess.

"You really like this," said Lauren.

I swallowed and said "yes."

Nicolette put some lube on my cock and started working it.

"Are you going to cum for us?" asked Diane.

I nodded.

Raven pinched my nipple.


"Answer her," said Raven.

"Yes, I'm going to cum for you, Diane," I said.

"And me?" asked Lauren.

"I'm going to cum for you, Lauren."

"And me?" asked Raven.

"I'm going to cum for you, too, Mistress Raven."

Nicolette was really slamming into my ass, and she was jerking my cock hard. I looked around the room one last time, and submitted.

"I'm cumming ... now," I said. 

I bucked my hips, and my load shot out of my cock and landed on my stomach. Nicolette squeezed the last few drops of cum out of my cock.

"Good boy," said Raven. "Did that feel good?"


"It was amazing," I said, searching for words.

"Thank you," said Diane.

"Yes, thank you," said Lauren. 

She leaned down and kissed me, her tongue swirling in my mouth. She reached down and pulled on my cock. She looked me in the eyes.

"I very much enjoyed," she said, "watching you get fucked in the ass and cumming for us. You were a good anal whore today."

The three of them left, leaving my with Nicolette. She snapped the latex glove off her hand.

"I think I have an idea for next time," she said. 



Mistress Nicolette Ch. 02



I clicked on the email from Mistress Nicolette. Inside were instructions to meet her at an apartment over by the Chelsea Piers. She said I would be cleaned up there, and then we'd head to the dungeon.

My last session with Nicolette had ended ominously. The session itself was great — she fucked my ass in front of three strangers and I came hard. But while we were cleaning up, she said she had an idea for our next session. I asked her what it was, but she wouldn't tell me. She wanted it to be a surprise.

She wanted me to be nervous, and it was working. 

At the appointed hour, I found myself outside a mid-rise apartment building on 24th Street, a block from the Hudson River. I was buzzed in and took the elevator to the 8th floor. I got out and saw Nicolette, in street clothes, standing next to an open door. I kissed herself lightly on the lips, and she ushered me in.

Inside was another woman, blonde, small breasts and attractive. She was standing next to a massage table. 

"Peter, this is Tatiana," said Nicolette. 

I shook her hand.

"I know you love my bald pussy, Peter, and I know how much you enjoy getting nude for strangers. So I thought I'd combine the two today, in a way. Take your clothes off."

I looked at Tatiana, and she said "yes, take off your clothes" with a Polish accent.

This was the second time in two sessions where we'd started off by me getting nude in front of someone I'd just met. I was beginning to feel like a piece of meat, which is to say I loved it. I removed my clothes and stood nude and semi-erect in front of the two fully-dressed women. 

"See here," said Nicolette, lifting my cock up. "He does a decent job with the pubic hair above his penis, but I don't like the hair on his shaft or his balls. So I'd like you to take it all off. And do his taint and asshole as well, please."

Tatiana put on latex gloves and grabbed my cock. She was inspecting the hair on my shaft, turning it left and right. She was also making me hard. 

"Turn around and bend over, Peter," Tatiana said.

I obeyed and felt her hands spread my cheeks. 

"This isn't bad at all," she said. 

I felt a finger tapping at my asshole. I didn't know whether it was Nicolette or Tatiana, but I didn't care. I just liked feeling exposed.

"Please get on the table and lie on your back," said Tatiana.

As I climbed on the table, Tatiana removed a tea towel from a cart, revealing a slow cooker full of wax, a container of tongue depressors and a stack of cotton squares. This was going to be my first time getting waxed.

Nicolette loved waxing. She said it kept her pussy smooth for up to a month. She'd wanted me to get waxed, too, and I told her I was game. But we'd never put together a plan.

Nicolette stroked my cock lightly. I looked at Tatiana.

"It goes better if you're hard," she said.

"He'll stay hard," said Nicolette.

Tatiana spread hot wax on my pubic bone, and tamped down a piece of cotton cloth. The wax was hot, but not burning. But then she ripped off the cloth, taking a bunch of my pubic hair with it. 

That hurt. Instinctively, I sat up. Tatiana pushed me back down.

"Breathe, Peter," said Tatiana.

"Just like in BDSM," said Nicolette. 

It took five or six more applications to remove the hair from my groin. Then Tatiana started in on my shaft. She pressed my cock into my belly and put hot wax on the base. The skin here is thinner, and more sensitive. This hurt. On went the cloth, and she ripped it off. 

Then she pressed my cock against my left thigh, to get the side of my shaft. The right thigh was next. Then she pulled my cock down between my legs. She waxed the front of my shaft, and my cock was now clean and smooth.

From their it was onto my ball sac. She grabbed one of my balls, squeezing it out between her thumb and forefinger. This time, the wax really hurt. I flinched. I thought I saw Tatiana smile. She worked her way around my scrotum until it was hairless, too.

I looked down at myself. I looked like a little boy. Then Tatiana started massaging my cocks and balls with lotion. 


"This will take away the sting," she said. 

That was true, but it was basically a hand job. An aggressive one, at that. A drop of pre-cum emerged from my cock. 

"Now get on your hands and knees, and spread your legs," said Tatiana.

I felt like an animal at the vet's, getting examined. The hot wax was applied to my taint, then the cloth. Tatiana ripped it off, and my hips shot forward, shooting my back up.

"Easy, boy," said Nicolette. "You're almost done."

She petted me, like I was a dog. I relaxed, and spread my legs further. I felt someone blow air on my asshole, and Tatiana giggled. She waxed my asshole, and it was done. Then she rubbed lotion on my taint and around my asshole. A finger poked inside me to the knuckle. I felt more lotion being applied, and the finger went in again. 

This time Tatiana put her whole finger in, followed by a second. Her fingers moved in and out — she was fucking me! I felt her fingers curl in search of my prostate. 

"Hang on," said Nicolette. "Hand me a glove."

I felt more lotion on my ass, and then a third finger, and a fourth. This one hurt. 

"Breathe, Peter," said Nicolette, " and move back on our fingers when you can."

I was sweating now. I'd never been fingered by two women at the same time — I felt so filled up. Tatiana found my prostate and massaged it. I felt an orgasm welling up within me. I dropped my shoulders to the table, so only my ass was in the air. Tatiana rubbed my prostate harder and I orgasmed, collapsing on the table. I felt the fingers slide out of me. 

I rolled over on my stomach and looked up at the two gloved women.

"He didn't cum," said Tatiana. 

"He did," said Nicolette. "That was an anal orgasm, much like a woman's. He won't ejaculate unless his cock is stimulated. He can have multiple orgasms, plus his cock stays hard. Very useful."

Nicolette started to remove her clothes.

"I'm going to change into my domme gear here, if you don't mind, Tatiana," she said.

"No problem," said Tatiana, "I'll clean up."

Nicolette was now nude, and I was still hard from the prostate play. 

"Let's see what that feels like," she said, coming over to kiss me.

She pushed my cock between her legs, and she ground her hips against mine. I felt her smoothness on my skin. It was wonderful. Then she pulled away from me.

"How do we look, Tatiana?" she asked. 

We were two, six-foot blonds with no pubic hair. We stood with our arms around each other, ready for inspection. 

"Beautiful," she said. "Very sexy. You go play now?"

"We have a stop or two, but yes," said Nicolette, reaching for her corset.

I began getting dressed, and tried to navigate my erection down into my pants leg.

"Hold on, Peter," said Nicolette, "I want your cock pointing up, with the head above your jeans. And give me your belt. And your shirt. You can put on your leather jacket."

Nicolette finished getting dressed, putting on a coat over corset, panties and stockings. She paid Tatiana, and I went to shake her hand and thank her. Instead, she drew me in for a kiss, and her hand reached into my pants to touch my cock.

"Thank you," she said. "Enjoy your new cock."

We left Tatiana's apartment and took the elevator down to the lobby. Once out on the street, I started to hail a cab.

"No, we're walking," she said.

We were on 10th Ave. and the dungeon was near Third. This was to be a bit of a hike.

We walked down 23rd Street until we got to a newsstand. Inside was a man buying cigarettes and a couple of Asian women behind the counter. We walked in and the women smiled at Nicolette, then at me. The man left and the women came out from behind the counter. 

"This is the guy?" asked one of them. 

"Yup," said Nicolette. "Ready?"

"Yes, yes," they said. 

Nicolette opened my jacket and undid my jeans. My cock flopped out, still mostly hard.

The women came over and bent over my cock, lightly touching it with their hands.

"I came in here last week, and asked if they had ever seen a man who had his cock and balls waxed," she continued. "And then I asked them if they'd like to."

I looked up and saw a security camera.

"Um, Nicolette?"

"I know about the camera, Peter. But that's what you get when you're an exhibitionist — you get shown off. And people get to use cameras, so they will always know what you looked like."

I blushed. I loved this, but I had no idea where that videotape would end up. 

"This is the humiliation, Peter. You can't just be a safe exhibitionist — you need to feel the danger. You need the rush."

She was right, but I couldn't admit it to myself.

"Alright," she said, "button up and let's get out of here."

The woman thanked Nicolette for the show and we headed back out onto the street. 

Next up was a coffee store. A couple was buying beans when we entered. We walked to the back. Once they left, the cashiers — a white girl and a Latina — rushed over. They positioned me behind a barrel of beans, so I would not be seen if someone walked in.

"You know the drill," said Nicolette.

I unzipped my leather jacker and undid my jeans. Out flopped my cock. The girls pawed over my cock and balls like it was some new toy. 

"It's so smooth," said the Latina. "I want my boyfriend to do this for me."

"Did it hurt much?" asked the white girl.

"It did," I said. 

"But it was worth it, wasn't it, Peter?" asked Nicolette.

"Yes," I said, "it was worth it."

The bell above the door chimed, and a female cop walked in. I zipped my jacket partway. The Latina ran behind the counter and up to the front. I tried to pull up my jeans, but Nicolette wouldn't let me. 

The Latina and the cop had a short conversation, and the cop walked to the back. We slowly moved away from her, hiding my cock behind the bean barrels. 

The cop was looking for a particular kind of bean and not finding it. She moved around a corner into a new aisle, and we shuffled away from her. The cop looked up towards the front, and then back at us.

"Are his pants down?" she asked, walking over to us. 

I was busted. But even that wouldn't kill my hard-on. 

The cop turned down the aisle to find the white girl holding onto my cock. 

"It's my fault," said Nicolette. "He's going it on a dare. I'm sorry."

The cop walked right up to me and grabbed my cock — hard.

"Tell me about it," she said looking at my cock.

"Not a dare, really," said Nicolette. "I just got him waxed, and I wanted to show him off. The cashiers said it was OK ...."

"His cock is smooth," said the cop. "His balls, too."

She looked up at me. 

"I'm a bit of an exhibitionist myself," she said. "But when want to get naked in public, I go to a nude beach, where it's allowed. Not a coffee store."

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

"But there's no harm done here. So I'll let you off just with a warning."

Now her hand was on my balls. She squeezed hard, and I went down.

"That's your warning," she said.

"I'm sorry to tell you this," said Nicolette, "but he likes that."

"Really?" asked the cop, smiling.

Nicolette nodded.

The cop unholstered her gun. She checked the safety, and bent down. Then she whacked me in the balls with the butt of her gun.

I rolled back in pain. But it also felt good.

The cop went in search of her beans, and I stood up and pulled up my pants. Finally, my erection was subsiding. I zipped up my jacket and we walked to the front. The cop paid for her purchase, and I held the door open for her. 

"Thank you," she said, "and thanks for the show. You've got a nice cock."

We walked down 23rd Street towards the dungeon.

"Only one more stop," said Nicolette. 

"Not sure that's a good idea," I said. "We got lucky with that cop there."

"That's not going to happen again," she said. "Promise. And we're here."

We were outside a salon. They cut hair, did nails and offered their own waxing services. Frosted glass covered most of the windows, so at least I'd have some privacy. We walked in, and Nicolette locked the door behind us. 

"Uh oh," said Nicolette, "they're not supposed to be here."

There were four stylists in the back, and three of them had customers — three young women, drinking red wine. The stylist without a customer came running to the front.

"You're here," she said. "I'm so excited! Let me have a quick peak."

Nicolette stood with her back to the customers. I unzipped my jacket and undid my jeans. 

"What about the customers?" asked Nicolette.

"Last minute walk-ins," said the stylist. "But they seem cool. I'll ask them now."

Nicolette stepped toward, kissed me and stroked my cock. I'd lost part of my erection, but it was coming back now.

"Hey guys," said the stylist. "This is my friend Nicolette and that's her friend Peter. He just got waxed! Want to see what it looks like?"

"A nude guy? Why not?" said one of them. "And more wine, please."

Nicolette put her hands and pushed me into a chair. She started to take off my shoes and socks. 

"This time, I want you completely nude," she said.

I would not have thought that would make much of a difference, but it did. Before, I could always button up my pants in a hurry if something went wrong. But Nicolette was taking that option away. 

"Hurry up down there," said one of the customers. "We want a show."

Nicolette turned around and I scooted out of my jacket and jeans. I was completely nude, but Nicolette was blocking the customers' view. I stood up and Nicolette's hand found my cock. She started walking towards the customers and pulled me behind her. 

"Ladies, this is Peter, and he's completely nude. Would you like to see him?"

"Yes," they yelled in unison.

Nicolette looked over her shoulder at me.

"It's all you, babe."

She released my cock and stepped aside.

I stood nude — completely nude — in front of seven women. And I was hard. 

"Come closer," said one of the stylists, "we need a better view."

I walked over to where they were sitting. They reached out to touch my cock and balls.

"It's smooth," said one of the customers. 

"How many times have you done this?" asked a stylist.

"This is my first time," I said.

"Did you do your asshole, too," she asked, "or just your cock and balls?"

"Everything," I moaned.

"Ooh, can we see?" asked a customer.

"Why don't you get down on your hands and knees?" asked Nicolette, walking towards the front. "Actually, put your shoulders on the ground and spread your cheeks."

I heard a click, and looked up. Nicolette had unlocked the door and took a peek outside. 

"Coast is clear," she said. 

I felt hands on my ass and ball sac. Someone tapped my asshole, while someone else stroked my cock.

"Oh, my god," said one of the customers. "His asshole! It winked at me."

"Peter does a lot of anal," said Nicolette, "so his asshole can loosen up a lot."

"Fingers?" asked a stylist.


"Fingers, tongues, dildos," said Nicolette, "whatever will fit."

My face was on the ground, my ass was in the air, and Nicolette was discussing my love of ass-fucking. If Nicolette wanted to embarrass me, she was succeeding. But this is who I was. This is what I loved. This is what I deserved. 

"What about this?" asked a stylist. 

I tried to see what she was holding, but Nicolette stepped on my head. 

"That'll work," said Nicolette. "Just put a latex glove on it. And spit on it to lube it up."

I felt several people spit on my ass, then something hard started to penetrate my anus. It didn't have a head, like a dildo. Someone pushed it in all the way, and I felt bristles against my cheeks. They were using a brush handle on me. The brush handle fucked my ass harder and I felt an orgasm building. I tried to rise up off the ground, but Nicolette held my face on the ground with her shoe. I came, and collapsed on the ground.

"Keep going," said Nicolette. "Just spread his legs and pound him. Really pound him."

Now I felt hands on my legs, spreading me wide open. More hands spread my ass cheeks and someone else shoved the brush handle back in. This time, there was no mercy. The brush handle slammed into my rectum. 

I heard the door open. 

"Are you still — oh, my God!" said a voice. "What are you doing?"

"Fucking a guy up the ass with a brush handle," said Nicolette. "Care to watch?"

There was no answer, but I heard footsteps coming closer. I tried to see who it was, but Nicolette kept her shoe firmly on my head. And the fucking continued non-stop, so I just gave in to the pleasure. I came again, twitching and Nicolette's foot came off my head. I caught my breath and sat up. 

Before me was a new women, definitely young. 

"He has no pubic hair," she said. 

"He just got waxed," said Nicolette, "and I've been going around, showing him off."

"You've been to other places?" asked the woman.

"Yup. This is our third stop."

"And he gets fucked in the ass at each stop?" she asked.

"No, no. The waxer and I finger-fucked him, but that was it. So he's only been fucked twice, " said Nicolette.

I stood up and someone handed me a glass of wine. I needed it.

"I'd like to know," I said, panting, "who was fucking me?"

"Don't tell him!" said Nicolette. "I might tell him later. Or I might not."

"Can I touch it?" asked the woman.

"Absolutely," said Nicolette. "He wants you, too."

She was right. 

The woman dropped to her knees and reached for my cock and balls. Then she rubber her face against them. 

"They're so smooth — no stubble."

"That's what's great about waxing," said Nicolette.

"Wow," said the woman, "I've never seen anything like this — at all!"

"I'm glad you walked in," said Nicolette. "Peter, get dressed. We've got one more stop. Ladies — thank you for your attention."

That was right. I still had a session with Nicolette. There would be more ass-pounding, but at least Nicolette would jerk me off. The anal orgasms were great, but they only made me more horny. 

"Thank you for the show, Peter," said voices from the back. "Thanks for letting us fuck you in the ass!"

I mumbled "thanks" and followed Nicolette out the door. 

But instead of turning right and heading east down 23rd Street, we walked across the street to an Irish bar. It was mostly empty, with a couple of old men sitting at the bar watching college basketball. A cute little bartender, wearing glasses, sat on the back bar. There were noises, though, coming from the poolroom in the back. That's where Nicolette was heading. 

We walked in and the players — all women — stopped their games.

"Peter, I'd like to introduce you to the Manhattan Women's Pool League, or at least two of its teams. And I think you know the drill."

"Nicolette, may I go to the bathroom first, please?"

"Certainly. Ladies — to the men's room."

They were going to watch me piss. When was this going to end?

The women filed out and led me around the corner to the men's room. I followed Nicolette in.

Nicolette looked at me. I took off my jacket, and I gave it to her. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them. Nicolette picked them up.

So, for the fifth time this evening, I was nude, and hard, in front of strangers. 

"How many people have you been naked for tonight?" she asked.

I did the math in my head. 

"Fifteen, I think, including you," I said. 

"That's right," she said, "and how many girls are here with you now?"

I counted the room, which meant I had to make eye-contact with everybody in the men's room. 

"Fifteen," I said.

"Worked out nicely, didn't it. Now you can take your piss."

I walked over to a urinal. 

"Hold on, hold on," said Nicolette. "Put your body at an angle, so the girls can still see. Now you can go."

She held my cock in her hand and pointed it at the urinal.