2 comments/ 18396 views/ 3 favorites New Boundaries By: FrankHarris1 A firm knock sounded on the solid wood front door of the pleasantly appointed, if somewhat ordinary, house at the end of the cul de sac. Dana's heart raced as he stood up quickly. The time had come. He could still halt the momentum of events; stay quiet and allow his visitor to depart. Instead, he steeled himself, stepped forward and, without stopping to look through the viewer, opened the door a few inches.. The person whom he's hitherto seen only in a photograph stood there, a pleasant look on his tanned face. Tall and fit, he wore a simple white shirt and what appeared to be gray Daks slacks. His dark blue sedan, a recent model, was parked at the curb. Dana gulped silently and opened the door. "Won't you please come in?" Responding with a smile that showed strong white teeth, his visitor stepped across the threshold into the house. It was 1965, in the quiet Los Angeles suburb of Van Nuys, at that time far from the epicenter of the porn industry which it later became. Dana, recently turned eighteen, was a slender, calm young man of average height, with a sweet expression, attractive features, longish light hair and beautiful gray eyes. His movements were graceful without seeming effeminate. The only child of strict older parents, he had led a quiet life in those relatively tranquil days, attending a neighborhood Catholic school where he neither excelled nor did badly enough to attract censure. His parents died when he was sixteen; he was surprised by how little this affected him. Still, they had always been somewhat remote, his father a successful businessman away from home much of the time, his mother a quiet, unemotional closet alcoholic. After their death his aunt, another of the same type, lived with him; her recent demise had left Dana alone in the world, though adequately provided for. He was generally liked by his fellow students and by the priests and nuns, but had somehow never had an intimate friend. Sexually he was inexperienced, and though sometimes lonely was disciplined enough to moderate his practice of what his teachers would undoubtedly term "self abuse". Occasionally he found himself admiring the soft features of a young man or woman; his natural shyness held him back, and though he had been on an occasional date, they had been rather stiff, formal affairs. All this began to change on the day he discovered the magazine that had been thrust behind the vinyl seat of the city bus he was riding. The magazine -- a tattered, sleazy publication titled "L.A. Bondage" -- immediately drew his astonished attention. He had not realized such things existed; the color cover depicted a young woman wearing black underwear and stockings, a round ball strapped in her mouth, bound securely to a wooden cross. Inside the magazine black and white pictures showed other young women tied spread-eagled and helpless; men and women stood over them holding whips. After his initial surprise, he was aware of his body responding to the images; a glow spread from his groin. He quickly concealed the magazine in his shopping bag, and continued on his errand. That evening, alone in his home with the curtains drawn, he perused his find. The exposure and vulnerability of the subjects in the pictures excited him; the pillories, cords and instruments of chastisement possessed an extraordinary charisma. He imagined himself in the place of one of these submissive creatures, bound and helpless, about to be whipped; his cock sprang to attention. Slipping off his slacks and boxer shorts, he gripped the stiffening organ and began to fondle it gently as he inspected his prize. Needless to say, it was not long before it erupted in an orgasm of an intensity he had never previously experienced. His hot come sprayed across his chest; a little embarrassed by what he felt to be a self-indulgent lack of control, he went to shower. Dana had a naturally disciplined nature, and continued his normal life, writing to colleges about their programs, running an occasional errand, taking bracing walks around the area. Yet his inspection of the magazine was conducted in detail. He could not imagine where such an item could be found; certainly not in the bookstores and newsstands of Van Nuys. However he quickly discovered among the many ads in the magazine a plethora of exciting books, instruments and furniture available through the mail. Even more significantly, there were a number of personal ads. These were couched in cryptic terms, yet he began to decipher their arcane references: to "BDSM", "Greek", "golden showers", "sissification", tops and bottoms. He wrote off for a number of other publications which, to his considerable relief, arrived through the mail plainly wrapped. While going through their pages he often became aroused; yet his self-ministrations were not frequent, since they were somehow unsatisfying to his nature, an artificial substitute for something that for him, he understood instinctively, could only be fully realized with another human being. The fantasies that were aroused led him to understand that his taste ran to submission, a "bottom"; perusing the personal ads with their smudgy photographs, it occurred to him that it would be safe enough to correspond through the magazine with some of the more attractive individuals among them. He was realistic enough to understand that the likelihood of coming across a soulmate, or even a kindred spirit, was not great. Still, Dana was a sensible young person of some intelligence, who had already realized that nothing ventured, nothing gained. He was surprised, therefore, to find that some of the personals seemed quite appealing. Several of those with whom he exchanged a letter or two quickly revealed themselves to be crass and unrefined, using the crudest language to proclaim their lusts. It wasn't the lust that turned him off, but the absence of any sophistication. While untutored in this area, he nonetheless knew what he did and did not like. However, one man in his mid thirties had a look and manner that was more to his taste. Intelligent and educated, "Travis" was both courteous and attractively direct, definitely a gentleman. He politely inquired about Dana's background and interests; he was neither unpleasantly inquisitive nor pressing. Travis had served in Korea and worked as an industrial executive in a California city a couple of hundred miles away. He was 6' 1, tanned, dark haired with a good build and an attractive smile. Perhaps he sensed something about Dana's isolated, independent, subtle personality; their initial exchanges contained few explicit discussions of the "hobby" that had brought them in touch. However, youth and passion could not be entirely denied. Dana felt himself beginning to open up in a way he had seldom done in his life to date; though their communication continued to be entirely conducted through the magazine mail drop box. While still moderating his fondling of himself, his mind began to roam as he imagined himself naked, gagged and bound like one of the magazines' models. In the shower as he washed, his fingers occasionally strayed to caress his small soft anal bud; caressing it and slipping a soapy finger inside, he felt a strong thrill as he pictured bending over and submitting as someone like Trav slowly invaded this secret place. He became franker in his letters, beginning to openly express the things that excited him. Travis' responses were reassuring; for himself he interacted as a Top, or Master; he had considerable experience in the area. Yet his tone was never rough or offensive; it was as if he instinctively understood his young correspondent, and would handle him very gently; or at least as gently as Dana wished. The weeks passed, yet the letters continued. Dana, now comfortable and somewhat trusting, admitted his inexperience and began to attempt to put his desires into writing. To his surprise and delight, Travis' next letter seemed to grasp intuitively precisely what most excited the younger man. The letter referred to the practice of sissification, where the sub is obliged to dress in sexy women's things, made up and compelled to serve This letter contained a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog, whose illustrations of backless underwear, stockings and garter belts excited Dana intensely. He began to develop a scenario in his head; himself, his natural attractiveness enhanced with lipstick and eye liner, small feet encased in very high heels and bottom covered only by a thong of nylon, serving his master with wine before preparing to kneel shyly before him, presenting his soft mouth or bare behind for his pleasure. Perhaps his master would want to chastise him prior to impaling him; the pictures in the magazines of crops and canes had not escaped his attention. Still reserved, he nonetheless began to hint at these fantasies as they wrote each other. Again, Travis' response was everything Dana hoped for. The former immediately understood the young man's desire; still gentlemanly, still courteous, he communicated a picture of future meetings where Dana would indeed be dressed as a sweet, sexy, made up girl, would serve and stimulate "her' master before submitting to a well deserved bondage and chastisement; after which she would be allowed, or obliged, to take him into both her virgin mouth and bottom. Travis was reassuring and warm in his writing; Dana, driven into almost a delirium of excitement by the letters, which so accurately pinpointed his developing desires, took the plunge. He wrote and invited Travis to visit him for an upcoming weekend. In the days that followed Dana, needless to say, was seized with occasional panic and strongly tempted to cancel the pending encounter. This impulse was invariably rejected when he pictured the upcoming scenarios or read Travis' letters, which were increasingly explicit, retained a considerate and affectionate tone, yet began to assert command. Dana should expect to receive some packages in the mail. He was to open them and follow the instructions they contained. They would not be leaving Dana's house throughout the stay; there should be appropriate supplies of food and drink available. Travis, ever gentlemanly, offered any financing Dana might require; Dana politely declined, since he possessed ample funds of his own and was, after all, to be the host...or perhaps hostess. Still, Travis' next letter contained five crisp $20 bills. Dana used these to purchase some particularly fine wine and delicacies. The house -- a two story colonial with a large finished basement -- was cleaned from top to bottom, including the thick, ceiling to floor curtains that had hidden his mother from the world. The packages began to arrive, and Dana, excited as a small boy at Christmas, eagerly opened them as instructed. The first had evidently come from Frederick's of Hollywood. Now Dana knew why Travis had requested his specific measurements. It contained a black lace corset, red and black thong panties, very high patent leather heels that fit Dana's small feet well, a garter belt and black fishnet stockings. Spreading these exotic articles in one of the spare bedrooms, Dana showered, then tried on each of the garments, though only leaving them on long enough to make sure they fit, and to steal a glance in the room's full length mirror. A vision met his eyes, a languorous elemental creature clad in pure gossamer. Turning, he observed his soft small pink buttocks, excitingly divided by a black cord. His slim, well shaped cock was as hard as a rock. Quickly he stripped again; the treasured items must be completely fresh for his Master's -- as now he considered Travis -- visit. A second package was long and narrow. It proved to contain a thin rattan cane and a slim leather crop, as well as a black paddle strip. These items intensely excited him as he pictured their impact on his quivering flesh. He was now prepared to submit utterly; his Master might whip him as he pleased. A note inside instructed Dana to hang them side by side on the basement wall. Finally, a day later, a delivery truck brought a large case and the men carried it into the basement, After they left Dana, quite a capable worker, opened up the box and assembled the contents: a padded bench which divided part way into a hinged horizontal Y, equipped with a number of buckled straps. A person kneeling on it would find his arms shackled to the legs and palms against the ground; his knees secured by straps and his behind thrust into the air, while his buttocks would be separated by the legs of the Y. A more helpless and vulnerable position could hardly be imagined. The arrival of this unusual piece of furniture confirmed to Dana that he would be at the mercy of his Master, who doubtless intended to take every advantage of the young man's helpless state. This was frightening, but also most thrilling. The final days before Travis' visit involved a number of errands. At the neighborhood hardware store Dana purchased hooks for the canes, some ring screws for the wall, and while there thought to also purchase a good deal of strong but thin cord. He visited the makeup counter at the department store and described an imaginary girlfriend who happened to have the same coloring as himself; the obliging saleslady sold him lipstick, eyeshadow, nail polish and a pleasant floral perfume. His nails were generally well cared for but he indulged anyway in a manicure; at home he trimmed his light pubic hairs, shaved his underarms and the soft down on his legs. He had virtually no chest hair. Finally he purchased at the drugstore an item suggested by his readings; a jar of vaseline. The unique slippery stickiness of the jelly had a fetishistic effect on him; he imagined a thick, still cock sliding into his greased anus, penetrating him for the first time. His last stop acquired more red wine and other edibles; now all he had to do was wait. Trying to keep his mind distracted, he leafed through a book Travis had sent: The Art of Oral Love. Purporting to be by a doctor, it was simply a front for pictures of ladies sucking cock or eating pussy. The text had some usual information about techniques; Dana rather thought he would be trying them soon. Travis was scheduled to arrive in late afternoon; Dana debated what to wear -- would Travis expect to be greeted in the Frederick's attire? - but in the end showered, combed his fine damp hair and put on a white polo shirt and a favorite pair of jeans. As the time approached, he decided to remove his underwear; the feeling of nudity under his jeans was exciting. The knock came and barefoot, he went to answer the door. Entering, Travis was even more handsome than his photograph indicated. Equally importantly, he seemed genuinely glad to see Dana. Looking the young man up and down admiringly, he flashed a charming grin and gently shook his hand. "I'm really happy to meet you in person. You look great." Dana guided him to the larger guest bedroom. The bed was freshly made and turned back. "Can I give you something to drink?" he asked, a little agitated about what to do or say now that the time had come. "That would be great; perhaps a glass of wine. But would it be all right if I took a shower first? I've been traveling most of the day." Dana showed him into the guest bathroom; fresh towels were stacked on the counter. Suddenly he realized how small a space it was; the two were almost touching. His large grey eyes looked worriedly at his guest, who smiled back reassuringly. Travis moved forward and put his arms around the younger man. "It's very good of you to invite me like this. I really appreciate it. Please don't worry about anything. I would never give you cause to doubt or fear.' He hugged Dana close and ran his fingers gently down his back; the other returned the embrace and hid his face in the older man's shoulder. Lifting their heads, they tentatively touched their lips together. Travis tasted and smelled good; clean and fresh despite his long journey. Dana opened his mouth slightly; they kissed for a few moments. "I'll be out in just a moment, and we can have that drink. Why don't you put on...well, something more comfortable." Dana closed the bathroom door and heard the shower start. In his own bedroom he stripped off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. Though not vain, he conceded that he looked pretty good; slender yet firm, with shapely limbs, high cheekbones, silky hair and very smooth skin.. Should he get into the Fredericks outfit, or was it too early? He compromised by slipping on a thin cotton robe. A tremor of sensual anticipation traveled up his body. Soon he was going to find out what was real, and what wasn't. His cock stiffened. He was slightly light headed; his reading had informed him that a couple of days of liquids only were best before having anal sex, and he had complied. His buttocks and his anal entrance seemed to glow with sensitivity as he imagined what was to be inflicted on them. Travis stepped out of his room wearing only a pair of Levis, toweling his dark hair and smiling friendlily. He had an excellent build, was not unpleasantly hirsute; his tanned skin bore a few interesting scars, and a faded tattoo adorned his bicep. Dana had brought a tray and offered his guest a goblet of cool white wine. They sat on the sectional sofa and clicked glasses, Dana still tense, Travis seemingly relaxed. "I just want to say this. If for any reason you prefer that I should leave, I'll get my stuff and go without argument. Though I must say you look even better than your photograph. I don't want you to be worried or concerned; I know that must be very new and strange to you. Be honest; would you be happier if I leave? That's important to me." Dana felt a tear form in his eye. Was this kind, caring, handsome man the father he had not had? If so, it promised to be an interesting relationship! "No, please don't go. I was just a bit nervous at first. But I'd like very much for you to stay; if it's ok with you. What would you like me to do?" Travis looked affectionately into Dana's liquid eyes. He reached to a case and took out a leather collar with a buckle, about two inches wide. A metal ring was attached to the outside. "Once I put this collar around your neck; we will be Master, and Slave. When it's off, we'll just be...well I hope good friends. Are you ready?" Not trusting himself to speak, Dana nodded. He stood, turned his back to Travis, and shrugged his robe off his shoulders. He stood naked and submissive before his guest, eyes lowered, his fair skin blushing a little. Travis made a sound of approbation. He placed the collar around the young man's neck and fastened it, then ran his fingers down the straight slender back in front of him, into the divide of his bottom. Grasping one of Dana's buttocks, he squeezed it firmly. "Now then; go and get yourself dressed correctly." Dana walked shakily to his bedroom, where the sissy outfit was spread out. He slipped on the thong panties, arranged his cock inside, and carefully drew on the stockings. He had already learned the fastenings of the frilly garter belt; he placed the lace corset around his middle, fastened the hooks, then squirmed to turn it around. The air in the house was pleasantly cool; the curtains were all drawn. His waist felt contained and compressed; his behind felt entirely exposed, while the silky feel of the fishnet stockings was most erotic. Turning, he saw Travis in the doorway watching him with approval. He slipped on the high heels and was suddenly tottering. Travis stepped forward and sat down at the dresser, drawing Dana onto his lap. He smiled at him and they kissed deeply, touching tongues. Travis picked up the lipstick and skillfully applied it to Dana's parted lips, then outlined his large eyes with the makeup. Satisfied with his work, he stroked the front of the young man's panties, causing his cock to leap beneath his touch and prompt a low moan. He stood and smacked Dana sharply on the naked rear. Grasping the ring of the collar, he drew him to the living room. "You're an adorable little doll slave." I'm going to sit and finish my drink while you stand close in case I require something. Understand, you must remain silent at all times unless told otherwise." New Boundaries Ch. 02 Stepping to the window naked, Dana drew back the thick curtains. The late fall California sunshine lit up the room; it was already late morning. He felt still in something of a haze; as his mind awoke, the events of the night before seemed surreal, so unprecedented had they been, yet so in touch with his deepest desires. At the mirror he turned to look at the reflection of his bottom. His pale buttocks no longer glowed pink; but they were marked with red stripes and an occasional light bruise inflicted by the crop. Pressing on one of the welts, he winced slightly. Lucky there's no-one to see these, he thought. Except Travis. His ass felt strange; touching himself, he found his rectum still gaping slightly from the intense activities to which he had submitted. As he recalled Travis' cock moving in and out of his rear passage, his cock stirred in excitement. Dana showered at length, carefully cleaning himself and soaping away the liquids that still seeped from his behind. He brushed his naturally white, unblemished teeth, combed back his damp hair, and slipped into his robe. Emerging from his bedroom, he found Travis seated in the breakfast room, drinking a cup of coffee, shaved and bathed and wearing a terrycloth robe. He looked up as Dana entered and grinned in welcome. "Young one; did you sleep well?" He stood and embraced Dana, then kissed him tenderly; his mouth tasted fresh and sweet. "You present a beautiful picture. Are you feeling rested, not in any discomfort? Let me see you." He took Dana's robe and slipped it off his shoulders, gazing admiringly at the young man's sweet, shapely body. His hand grazed Dana's cock; he cupped his ball sac in his palm and squeezed it delicately, sending an electric thrill through the younger man as he stood shyly obedient. Dana flung his arms around the other's neck and opened his mouth; they mingled tongues for a long minute. Travis turned him around and regarded the marks that intersected the shapely globes, and spoke affectionately. "Those will go away in a day or two. Yesterday was wonderful. Do you think you will want to continue as my slave?" Dana looked down shyly and did not respond. Then, raising his eyes to Travis', he nodded solemnly. Impulsively -- and as proof of his agreement - he sank to his knees in front of the man he acknowledged to be his Master. Parting the robe, he kissed the phallus that curled in its nest of hair beneath it. Holding it respectfully, and looking up at Travis with his doe-gray eyes wide, he licked the length of it from base to tip, causing an immediate stiffening and a large drop of pre-come to well out. He cupped the testicular sac in his hand and licked each side. Then, inspired, he drew one of the balls into his mouth, closed his lips around it and sucked it delicately, marveling at its solidity and weight. Finally he took the shaft and began to suck slowly and caringly. Travis gave a long sigh and shrugged off his own robe. His phallus quickly became rigid in his lover's soft mouth; he began to move with the in and out motions of Dana's oral attentions. As the cock became hard, Dana was intensely excited. He focused all his attention on the thick, stiff, yet marvelously soft organ filling his mouth. He stroked and titillated it with his tongue; his throat muscles relaxed so that he was able to take it deeper. Travis' breath quickened and he emitted a series of low moans, which were echoed by his partner. The head of his cock swelled to Dana's working; the two became as one. Their moans became louder, Then, accompanied by a piercing cry, Travis' come shot down his lover's throat, who thirstily drank down every drop. Blushing, Dana stood up and hastened to the bathroom, where he energetically brushed his teeth. Then he went back out to thank his master for the gift of his essence. Dana perched lightly and happily on Travis' lap at the table, his soft bottom pressed against Travis' groin, while the older man drank his coffee. A strong arm circling Dana's narrow waist, Travis asked if he could take Dana to lunch somewhere close. They decided on a nearby pancake house; remember, this was the 60s, and selection limited; though Dana resolved privately to maintain his liquids-only diet...just in case. Was he falling in love with this man? He had no experience of the emotion, yet knew that he wanted to be with him, and also serve him however he wished. He delighted in looking at Travis' handsome profile, healthy glow and strong physique; and basked in the affection and admiration that he sensed came from the older man. He was slightly shocked by how much he wanted to suck, fuck and submit to him again. Picturing the instrument of chastisement striking his unprotected flesh now stimulated him. "You're such a beautiful young man. I'd like to take you out in public as my girlfriend one day." The image of "herself" in bra and panties under a close fitting dress, stockings and heels, on Travis' arm, stirred Dana. He looked lovingly at his partner and nodded in assent. At the restaurant they sat in a booth surrounded by average citizens chattering about their jobs and families. Occasionally one of the diners would glance at the pair and think that they were a good looking pair, probably related. The two communicated mostly with private looks, though Travis did ask "Would you like to visit me in LA next weekend? " "Yes, very much." "I have a decent place in Culver City. And do you think I could introduce you to one or two of my closest friends? I'd really like them to meet you, and I think you would like them as much as I do." "Are they in the....hobby as well?" "Yes, almost all of my best friends are. And they are both charming and extremely discreet. Now...I have to leave you by evening time. But let me ask you: are you ready to put the collar on again before I go?" His pulse racing, Dana silently made a sign of acceptance. Travis paid, they left the restaurant and sat a little nervously side by side in Travis' car. They spoke little; only Travis ran his fingers lovingly along the inside of his lover's thigh, while Dana grasped his hand and pressed it against himself. They arrived back at the house and made sure the curtains were drawn. Dana stripped and stood obediently. The collar was buckled around his graceful neck. He dropped his eyes and awaited instruction, arms at his sides. The cane cracked across his upturned buttocks and Dana cried out softly. Back in the basement, Travis had found the sack of ring screws and inserted one in the beam that crossed the ceiling. A length of wood from the garage, also fitted with ring screws, separated Dana's ankles, which were roped securely to the two ends. The fuck-me high heels wavered on his feet as he strove to maintain his balance. His wrists were circled numerous times with the cord, so that he could not possibly slide them out of the bonds, and fastened together behind his back, where another cord drew them back and up towards the ceiling. Teetering on the high heels, he was bent forward, his head down and his bottom charmingly raised in the air, where it did not escape Travis' serious attention. After he had bound his hands behind him, Travis kissed his lover deeply, then lowered his head and bit his nipple. Taking a small metal clamp with a ring attached from the pocket of his jeans -- his only garment -- he clipped it onto his slave's pink upraised nipple, which met with a moan of discomfort. He tightened the screw and tugged on the ring, which Dana found to be extremely uncomfortable. He did the same on the other side and, looking around him, discovered two small, kitsch, metal statuettes of shepherds holding crooks on an end table. These he looped onto the rings, considerably enhancing the pain of the ornaments. As he began to cane the young man's lifted buttocks, the statuettes swung wildly and provoked a series of small agonies in the lad's nipples; to which the stinging, burning strokes of the cane provided a heavier counterpoint. Travis whipped the rattan across the point where Dana's thighs met his bottom, and followed it with another stripe to the identical spot. Dana screamed. More strokes tormented the already tender skin of his bottom and lower back; he had to be constantly balancing himself so that he would not topple and wrench his arms. Meanwhile, the weights on his nipples tugged at those tender bumps. Tears poured down his face and he tried to beg for respite, yet the crack of the cane caused him to gasp violently and interrupt his pleas. Twelve strokes. Twenty. Finally the cane fell silent. Travis stepped out of his jeans and, taking a large dab of lubricant, worked it carefully into the sobbing young man's anus. Pushing forward, he impaled the soft, yielding flesh of his rear passage. His victim gave a wild cry of pain, surprise and pleasure; Travis reached around and caressed his cock. They moved together frantically; in less than a minute they both came with incredible intensity, Dana's ejaculate covering his master's fingers and dripping to the floor. Tenderly Travis unfastened his wrists, nipples and ankles, again picking him up easily and taking him up to the bedroom, where they lay embraced, exchanging an occasional soft kiss, on the cool sheets. The daylight had departed when they finally stirred. Travis quickly showered and collected his things. Dana, wearing only a robe, watched him affectionately as he moved his bags to the front door. "Is there anything you would like before you leave? Would you like me to suck you some more?" "There's nothing I'd like better. But I must be on my way. I'll ask you for that next weekend in Culver City, you can be certain. I'll call you when I get home, and we can make our arrangements. But I'm going to miss you this week, little one." "I'll miss you so much. It was the best time I've ever had. It seems like you just knew exactly what I want, and need. I'll do anything for you! If you think of anything at all you'd like, tell me and I'll gladly do it for you when we next meet. And you can fuck me in my ass -- it's for you - and cane me as much as you want." Travis laughed. "We'll see if you feel so enthusiastic about that when I'm actually doing it! But I'm sure I will come up with a number of things. In the meantime, let your little bottom heal up. I'll be working on it again; I have a lot of interesting equipment at home to use on you, my sweet." They embraced and kissed, and Dana watched the taillights draw away in the dusk. Next week, he thought. Only a few days before I can give you everything you want. No matter how much it stings. Travis, driving into the night, reflected on the events of the last days. I can't believe that I've found someone like this. I never thought I would find another love after losing my Angelica. He's so young, so unspoiled, so beautiful; it's magical. I must see him soon. New Boundaries Ch. 03 Dana rang the bell of the row house in the quiet LA town of Culver City. The building was elegant and well maintained, on a quiet tree-lined side street. The door opened a few inches and a face appeared, veiled in shadow. He asked dubiously "I'm sorry; I was looking for Travis McNamara?" "No, you're in the right place. You must be Dana. Come on in." The door opened wide and a small figure beckoned him in. He stepped into a high ceilinged room with soft grey furniture and wooden trim, painted a light tone of beige, the floor highly polished natural wood. His greeter was a short, shapely young woman his age or slightly older. Her straight, fringed hair was a deep shade of red; she had a pretty, unusual face with large green eyes, pouty lips and pale skin and wore a close fitting sleeveless emerald colored long dress that displayed her appealing shoulders and arms and emphasized her full bosom and small waist. "I'm Adrianna. Travis won't be home till early evening, he was delayed at work. He says he's very sorry, but he can't wait to see you. In the meantime he told me to entertain you. He left you a note." She looked at him expectantly and handed him a sealed envelope. Tearing it open, Dana read: 'Sweet one, forgive me being late. I'll be all the more eager to see you again. Make yourself comfortable in the house and Adrianna and you can get to know each other. Allow her to entertain you; she's special!" The last sentence was underlined. Adrianna beckoned him to sit on one of the gray sofas. She took his case and left the room with it briefly. "You're in the room on the left. The afternoon is getting on; how about a cocktail?" A little nervous, Dana assented. She brought a tray with two clinking glasses of pale liquid." "You must be a friend of Travis'. Have you known him long?" "I've known Travis a year or so; he's a sweet guy. I met him through his best friend, Richard. That's who I belong to. Richard is really nice too. He's British, and quite rich, but very warm and generous. Have you been seeing Travis long? You look too young to have been with him for much time; he's not a cradle robber." Dana was slightly taken aback by the frankness of his hostess' conversation, but took a sip of his drink and tried to relax. He acknowledged that he had only known Travis for a week, though they had corresponded for longer. "He's been talking about you a lot. He really likes you. Looking at you, I can see why. You look like a sweet, smart, sensitive person. That's the only type we have in our little group; all close friends. Do you only like men, or do you like girls too? Has he whipped you yet? Did that get you off? It stings like fury when Richard canes me, but I also come all over the place. I don't know why it's so exciting; I guess it makes me feel that I just want to submit to him, be his devoted slave. I let him do anything he likes to me; whip me, fuck my ass, come on my face...but he's very good to me. Does Travis like to give golden showers? Richard loves that, except he goes so much, I'm practically drowning." Dana was further confounded by the extreme frankness of the conversation. But the drink had relaxed him, and in a way it was reassuring that he did not have to pretend in front of this very attractive and outgoing young person, who evidently shared his experiences and who could no doubt give some insight into his new friend and the hobby. He admitted that he had been whipped several times already. The last weekend had introduced him to many new activities...he had not really had time to sort them out in his mind. He did know that he really liked Travis. He also felt himself warming to Adrianna, whose manner was so attractive, friendly and confiding. And yes; he shared her feelings of wanting to submit, be a slave to someone he looked up to. Adrianna noted the diminishing level in his glass and brought two fresh drinks. On the tray was a hand-rolled cigarette. She sat down next to him, sinking into the cushions. "Do you like to get high? This is good stuff; smoke a little with a cocktail, it really makes you feel dreamy and sexy. Everything sensual gets enhanced; takes you to a new place." "I haven't tried it, but I know it's nonsense when they say it's addictive. I'm game if you are." She gave him an opaque glance, lit the joint and drew in a lungful, which she held down for several seconds. After a pause she expelled it and sighed. She passed it to him. "This is good stuff; only take a little draw. When you're not used to it you'll have a coughing fit if you overdo it." Dana followed her advice and took only a small hit, following it with a swallow of his cocktail. He was definitely feeling relaxed. The shadows and subtle coloring of the room were most appealing; Adrianna's scent, smoky and exotic, drifted past. She settled herself on the sofa and pressed her leg against his. She leaned over him to take the jay; her bosom pressed against his chest. He caught her glance; her eyes were large and beautiful, with a mysterious expression. She spoke in a husky tone. "So, you didn't answer, do you like girls as well as boys?" "To be truthful, I've led a quiet life. I haven't had a lot of experience. That is, until I met Travis. We did a lot of new things together, and I liked them all. Everything has been changing pretty fast. So far, it's been wonderful. I hope it stays that way. I haven't had a really close friend; my parents were old, and cold. It's like a new world has opened for me." Her breathing had become quicker; she pressed against him. "You still haven't answered me. Do you like me? Because I like you. I'd like to make it with you." "I do like you; you're friendly and very pretty and sexy. But what would Travis say about that? I don't want to hurt him; it's early days, but he seems really caring." "Travis would like it. After all, that's what he said in his note, wasn't it? He wants me to entertain you. In our circle, that means in bed. No doubt about it at all, believe me." She leaned towards him and kissed his cheek. She smelled wonderful, clean and fresh, sweet and exotic. She moved her lips and nipped his earlobe with her sharp little white teeth, then stuck her wet tongue in his ear. "Don't worry; I promise you Travis won't be jealous at all. We're very open minded in our circle. He's whipped me and fucked my ass several times, anyway." She took his hand and pressed it to her breast. "Would you like to suck on my tits? You can do that, and then I'll suck your cock." The stimulants and the new environment conspired to excite Dana's young blood beyond any restraints. He reached behind his exotic companion and unzipped her dress. Slipping it off her shoulders, he saw two beautiful, round, pink tipped breasts. With a gasp he moved to take one in his mouth. Adrianna moaned, and stroked the bulge in his pants. They caressed each other for several minutes; then she unzipped his fly, and slithered to her knees. His cock stood to attention. Regarding him inscrutably, she maintained eye contact while she lowered her red lips to him and took him into her mouth. The ensuing sensation was so exquisitely intense that he cried out. She moved her mouth up and down him a couple more times, then stopped. "I can teach you how to give the best blow jobs. I can show you how Travis likes it best. Let's go to bed; it'll be even better." She led him by the hand into a spacious bedroom and folded back the coverlet. She kneeled before him and untied his shoes, then pulled off his slacks, socks and underwear. She unbuttoned his shirt and guided him to lie on his back on the bed. She leaned over him and sucked him for a few seconds, causing him to squirm in ecstasy. She stood up, and with her back to him pulled off her dress. Under it she wore only a red thong that enhanced her perfect buttocks which, Dana observed, were marked by a number of thin red horizontal stripes. She pulled down the thong and turned naked to face him. The first thing he noted was the marvelous globes of her breast, Then, as his glance travelled downwards, he saw with astonishment that she had a small but perfectly shaped set of cock and balls, framed in gossamer hair, stirring under his gaze. "Surprised? Don't be afraid. You like boys too, remember? Richard had the best plastic surgeon make my tits. This way, I can be more for him. Move over a little." She pressed her naked body against his, kissed him and fondled his penis. Dana gripped her delicate shaft and began to manipulate it. After a few moments she slid her body upside down and put his cock in her, or his -- Dana really didn't know which term to use - mouth. Her cock stood stiffly out in front of his face. He opened his mouth, cupped her small round testes, and began to suck her in the same rhythm that she was doing to him. With his other hand he explored her soft buttocks and passed his fingers across her anal entrance, a perfect raised circle. Cautiously he slipped a finger inside, and was promptly overwhelmed by the extreme satiny softness of the inside passage. She gasped and took his cock out of her mouth. Angling her head, she began to caress his anus with her tongue, circling it with the tip, then probing inside. He reciprocated, and they devoted several minutes to ecstatically licking the other's asshole. Dana tried to emulate her extraordinarily sensitive caressing; he found her musky taste highly erotic. She licked his balls, then took each one into her mouth and sucked gently on it. "Would you like to fuck me in the ass? Or would you like me to fuck your ass? It tastes so sweet! But it's getting late; we'd better finish up. We'll have plenty of time later to get acquainted. Travis and Richard are going to take us to dinner in Hollywood tonight." With that she re-addressed her mouth to his cock, and Dana did the same. Their tempo increased in unison; they uttered small cries of delight; together they felt the urge build, and climaxed simultaneously, squirting copiously as each swallowed the other's come. Sighing with pleasure, Adrianna reoriented herself and kissed Dana deeply. He could taste his come on her lips and, he supposed, her own on his. They lay happily entwined, slightly sweaty, relaxed in the big soft bed as the daylight passed. Dozing, Dana heard the front door open and started nervously. "Hello, young people! I'm glad you are getting to know one another!" It was Travis' warm tone."Richard's here with me." Adrianna slipped off the bed and trotted naked, her bottom wiggling, into the living room. She went up to the second man -- an older, but very handsome man with silver hair and a pleasant smile that reminded Dana of Travis -- and flung her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. He reciprocated enthusiastically and Dana, following her lead, advanced equally nude. As soon as he saw Travis he knew he was in the right place, that everything was all right. Travis' delight was clearly written on his face. He looked Dana up and down with approbation. "I'm so happy to see you. I missed you so much. Come and give me a kiss." Dana shyly advanced and embraced his lover. He opened his mouth to Travis' passionate lips and the two couples, one of each pair fully dressed and the other stark naked, embraced and kissed for long minutes. . New Boundaries Ch. 04 Dana was squatting over Travis; his slender nude body was an aesthetically pleasing compliment to Travis' more rugged build, the one pale and smooth, the other physically more powerful and rugged, with a skin that had been exposed to tropical suns. Travis' erect cock: thick and of good, though not unusual length, was poised at the entrance of Dana's slightly parted rectum. Dana shivered with a combination of fear and ecstasy as he felt the head of Travis' cock press against his secret opening. Spreading apart his buttocks, he lowered himself carefully down on the erect rod, and it slipped an inch into his anus. He knelt motionless over his master; his mouth was in a soundless o as he willed his entrance to open and fully admit Travis' cock. The intense sensation as his yielding asshole met with hard dick placed Dana in a delirium of sensation. He served the hardness; his duty was to open himself to his Master's pleasure. Little by little as Dana lowered his anal opening, Travis' cock was entering his ass. Dana was in a heightened state of sensation, a slave to his master; his every private place at the service of his ruler, for him he would perform any act of love whatsoever. He was the slave of the intruding phallus; there was no sex act that would not be available to Travis. Travis felt his cock penetrate into the extraordinary soft rectum of his slave; Dana's ass was like a ripe fruit, clinging and sweet, hugging the intruder to caress it. The young man writhed and tensed as the cock entered his welcoming asshole. Once penetrated, Travis' cock was gripped by a yielding yet clinging velvet glove, Dana was completely at his Master's service; he flexed his anal ring so as to pleasure the cock that filled him, squeezing it and moving up and down on it sensuously. His ass began to lubricate and his slight movements massaged the shaft inside him; Travis marveled at how his lover's rear passage always remained so narrow and flexible, despite the repeated intrusions made there. He reached up and fondled Dana's erect cock, slim and smooth like the rest of him. Dana moaned in the intensity of his pleasure and reached behind himself to part his soft, narrow buttocks and allow the rigid shaft to penetrate deeper. He slid further down until his bottom was resting on the older man's groin and sat there, shivering in the extraordinary sensation of being possessed. The tight ring of his anus closely gripped the intruding flesh; he began to move gradually up and down, a little further each time, causing his partner to emit a series of muffled sounds of ecstasy. Bending forward, the cock still deep in his ass, Dana opened his mouth and sucked on the older man's tongue; his slender hand reached back to caress Travis' testes; the other reciprocated, cupping Dana's ball sac and squeezing it gently. Dana's cock jerked and a pearl appeared on the tip. The two restrained their urge to complete for long moments, holding back on the fierce plunges that would drive them over the edge. At last the desire became too great; Travis' hips thrust upwards and his cock seemed to penetrate to his lover's heart. Though the shaft remained firmly gripped in Dana's extraordinarily satiny rectum, it was as if a space had opened at the head, a well deep inside the young man to receive his lover's offering. As Travis' cock began to spurt, Dana arched and cried out, his pretty head falling back as he felt the hot sperm seemingly scorching his innermost self, filling the space prepared for it with its nectar. Simultaneously Travis' firm hand manipulated his lover to completion, so that his ejaculate shot out onto the supine man's broad chest. Both moaned with the ecstatic relief; as Travis' softening cock began to slip from his behind, Dana collapsed onto his Master; laying his head on his chest, and with his tongue began obediently to lap up the essence that had sprayed there. Travis slumped back into the bed; he caressed Dana's ass and smoothed his hair as his slave lovingly cleaned him up. He kissed the top of the young man's soft ash blonde hair and whispered affectionately to him. Dana had been staying at the Culver City house on its quiet tree-lined street for some weeks now. Travis was away on business a good deal, but the boy-girl Adrianna visited frequently, sometimes with her Master Richard, the tall, elegant older Englishman, whose dry wit, warm heart and generosity had quickly won Dana over. Even without these welcome visitors, Dana would have been content; used to be on his own from an early age, he was happy to wait for the return home of his Master Travis, with whom – for the first time in his life – he was beginning to have feelings that were both deep and very warm. The two got along wonderfully; Travis was invariably affectionate and attentive to his young slave, though this did not exclude regular occasions when Dana, bound tightly and helplessly, squealed and writhed as his Master's whip or cane bit into his tender bottom, upper thighs and lower back. Such episodes of chastisement were invariably followed by passionate encounters when the young man, driven to a delirium of desire, gave himself without reserve to his handsome, equally warm and constant lover. Dana wore the stripes on his rear with great pride, a badge of his Master's regard. Viewing them in the mirror caused him considerable excitement; despite the stinging pain, he yearned to receive again the sharp stripes that drove him to struggle wildly to avoid the next crack of whip on flesh. Travis had taken to employing a short, thin whip, which combined maximum agony with little in the way of lasting marks. Occasionally, however, he used a narrow rattan cane; this raised welts that lasted for several days. Sometimes the four friends would assemble in the evening; Richard and Travis would sit around one of the large beds, sipping a cocktail or a glass of wine, while the two younger people, stripped to their skins, created erotic tableaus on the mattress. Dama might kneel, his ass in the air and face buried in the pillow, holding his adorable cheeks apart while Adrianna licked and sucked at his anal entrance, thrusting her tongue as deeply inside him as possible while cupping and stroking Dana's tight little ball sac. Adrianna's round bottom, fuller than Dana's, bobbed delightfully as she tended with her skillful mouth to her subject's raised behind, his entrance moistening and parting slowly under the intense stimulation. Aroused by this delightful scene, the two Masters would sometimes join their slaves; Richard sliding under Dana to be taken in the younger man's mouth, Travis kneeling behind Adrianna and entering her cherry-like bottom. The four would drown in pleasure and flesh, switching positions amid moans and cries, to finally fall in a tangled heap soaked in come, sweat, and other bodily fluids. These daisy chain arrangements exhilarated Dana; at last he had his own loving family, with whom he could share everything. One afternoon Dana returned from an outing in the quiet town to find his bed covered in expensive shopping bags filled with boxes. Enthusiastically investigating this bounty, he opened several to find a remarkable assortment of satin and velvet sheath dresses, slinky gowns, filmy panties and bras with lace and slight padding. There was also a selection of exotic stockings and very high heeled shoes. The other three looked with affectionate amusement at his sweet confusion. Finally Adrianna, ever the bold one, coaxed him to try on one of the dresses, a rayon crepe that hugged his buttocks and fit well on his chest when, with Adrianna's giggling assistance, he put on one of the padded bras. It was remarkable how well these lady's garments fit him; but then Dana's build was slender and shapely, his chest free of hair and his limbs smooth and soft. For some time he had been shaving his legs, armpits and pubis, to please his Master; his chin showed only the faintest down and these features, combined with his huge eyes and soft hair that now nearly reached his shoulders, let him pass for a very acceptable, though very slim, young woman. The doorbell rang. "That must be Anna", said Richard. The door was opened and a quiet, middle aged woman with Central European features, wearing a plain dress, came in. "Our seamstress, and old friend" explained Richard. Smiling at the group but not speaking, she took pins and tailor's chalk from her bag and proceeded to make adjustments to the clothes' fit. Dana, blushing at the attention, donned one garment after another, standing nude except for one of the bras – to which the lady also marked alterations – and a pair of almost transparent panties that made Dana's bottom seem particularly enticing, in between changes. Anna made numerous cabbalistic marks, then finally smiled at Dana and indicated that she was done. Then, whisking up a stack of dresses and undergarments, she nodded respectfully to Richard, and departed. "She'll have those all back in a few hours" explained Richard. "She's a gem. She liked you, too...I could tell." Travis beamed at his slave. "You looked adorable...we'll all go out to dinner in a nice French restaurant we like, in the Hills. Two old geezers with two lovely young ladies!" Dana blushed again. The thought of accompanying her Master out in public, dressed from head to toe in these alluring, sensual garments, whose touch and feel, from stiff nylon to see-through rayon, was so sensual, thrilled him immeasurably. The two Masters smiled at their protégés, then excused themselves. Adrianna had shared in this bounty; together they inspected the clothes that Anna had determined did not require alterations, and the girl-boy explained some of the finer points of female dress-up to her slightly anxious, albeit eager, friend. Dana's heart fluttered at the thought of escorting her Master in a deep blue satin sheet, made up, wearing underneath a lacy bra, garter belt, see through thong panties and dark stockings, in stiletto heels. At the end of the evening he would strip her naked and...his sex throbbed as the slave pictured himself – soon to be herself – stripped to her panties, blindfolded and roped to the whipping post, suffering the burning strokes as she waited for the chance to open herself in every way to her master. Perhaps this would be the night they tried the golden shower. She would gladly accept anything he wished done. New Boundaries Dana, trembling on the very high heels, stood apprehensively next to her seated Master, who drank his wine with great enjoyment, occasionally reaching over to stroke his slave's panties, which now stood out to a fair distance, or caressing the bare cheeks of his bottom. Finishing his drink, he stood up suddenly and gripped Dana by his -- or perhaps more accurately, at this point her -- shoulders, and pressed down, causing the slave to knee, shaking, before him. The latter's face was directly in front of his groin, which stirred. "Unbutton me and take me out, little one." Her fingers clumsy, Dana undid the buttons to discover a swollen member pressing against her master's boxers. Carefully she untangled the shorts, allowing Travis' cock to spring free and brush his face. She gingerly gripped it in her slender, sensitive fingers and manipulated it gently. It seemed to grow even larger; a drop of liquid welled out at the tip. . Several inches long, reddish in color, its satin skin and throbbing shaft fascinated him. Without being instructed, she kissed the tip softly, then licked the head. She could scarcely believe how smooth and alive it felt. "Good. Now take it in your mouth. You may suck me for a time." Obediently, Dana took the cock inside her warm mouth. She held it immobile for a space, simply enjoying its presence inside her. Then, offering herself with total submission, she took it in further, licking the length of the shaft as she did so. She had learned to hold with her lips and keep her teeth carefully away; its thickness filled her, and she tried to swallow more of it. This provoked a gagging reflex; instead she commenced a methodical in and out sucking, tickling the base of the head with her tongue as he withdrew it, then swallowing it again, each time a little deeper. Eyes closed, focused completely on pleasuring the wonderful rigidity she gripped in her mouth, she was startled when it was suddenly removed from her. She looked up and saw Travis smiling down at him. "You did not have my permission to close your eyes. I'm not ready yet for you to drink my essence. Show me how you've prepared for my arrival." Dana stood and moved toward the door to the basement, hips swaying in the stacked heels. Her bottom -- for she felt every bit of a submissive slave girl now -- swayed enchantingly. Travis twined his fingers in her long soft hair and guided her down the stairs. The bondage bench stood in the center of the room; facing it the canes and crops dangled from their hooks. He walked her over to it and indicated that she kneel on it; she did so, glancing apprehensively over her shoulder but not speaking. "Now I'm going to break in my little slave girl. It's going to sting quite a bit, but afterwards you will be eager to suck and fuck me without reserve. By the time this visit is over, you will have learned quite a lot of your duties." He placed her so that her palms were flat on the carpet, with straps holding her wrists and arms against the front legs of the bench. Drawing her knees forward, he buckled straps around the backs of them, so that her bottom was raised invitingly high in the air. Her ankles were strapped to the back of the bench; the Y shape spread her legs apart and parted her rear cheeks. Her waist, made small by the corset, emphasized the nakedness of her round buttocks. Her head, large eyes enormous and fearful, was fixed in mid air. Securely fastened, she obediently opened her mouth when he stepped to the front and accepted his cock again; unable to hold it, she tried to use her lips and tongue to grip and caress it. For a few moments he fucked her mouth, becoming increasingly excited and thrusting more deeply at the wet sounds she made, so that she choked and gagged. Withdrawing, he picked up a ball gag and pushed it into her mouth, buckling it tightly behind her head. Immobilized, exposed, her eyes followed him fearfully as he stepped to the wall and removed the paddle from its hook. "Have you ever been caned or cropped before?" She shook her head violently. "Here's the way it works. First I'm going to warm your bottom with the paddle. But that's only to prepare it properly for the crop; the crop will leave some nice marks on your tender behind. After we've played like that for a while, we will see if you are properly submissive. But I expect we'll need the cane, to make you quite ready to serve. So it's paddle, crop, cane; they are all quite different, you'll learn. And learning is what we wish to accomplish." Dana writhed in her bonds but they gave not a fraction .I didn't think it was going to be ...so serious. I wish he'd let me suck him, or even take him into my ass, instead of that....thing. I'm afraid it's really going to hurt, she thought frantically. It did. The paddle stung like a hornet's sting. The crack of it on her skin had scarcely departed before it was followed, by a second, a third. She attempted to twist her bottom out of the tormenting object's path, but this worked not at all, though it did create a delightful picture as her round globes, now reddened, strove to avoid the inexorable strokes. She was flushed and breathing hard when her master halted; the skin of her bottom burned excruciatingly.. He watched her with calm amusement as she panted and drooled through the ball gag. Her hair was tousled and a sheen of sweat coated her delicate features. When the heaving of her breast had lessened, Travis strolled to the wall and selected the crop, with its tip that ended in a wicked little rectangular flap of leather. "This, my little one, will feel quite different". He swished it through the air experimentally a time or two, then stepped out of her sight to the back of the bench. Suddenly she felt a violent intrusion. He had thrust two fingers into her soft anal entrance, which was parted slightly by her position, spread on the bench. She squirmed uncomfortably as he probed her velvety passage, attempting unsuccessfully to expel the invaders. Nevertheless, the touch imparted a certain sensuality; as she relaxed a little, her passage widened and the hard presence acquired something of a pleasurable sensation. But this was not to last. With a sharp smack the crop struck her already sensitive skin. She squealed through the gag, then turned her head as much as she could to gaze imploringly at her tormentor. Seeing her beseeching look, he smiled in a friendly fashion and increased his tempo. The crop danced across her bottom, occasionally directed at her back or thighs. Writhing as she was in her bonds, Travis was nonetheless able to place the stroke exactly where he planned; sometimes on the identical spot two or three times in succession, driving a muffled howl from his victim's lungs as the crop bit. She was dripping with sweat, drooling and gasping when he finally called a halt; the entire surface of her bottom glowed bright red, with darker markings scattered across it. He stepped around and took the gag out of her mouth. When her breathing had slowed, she began to beg. "Please, no more...just for a little while. I'll do anything you want...anything at all." She opened her mouth and began to suck him avidly; her resistance was gone, so that her whole mouth and throat was soft and yielding. He fucked it for while, then withdrew. "Almost ready, I think. Just a little more. "She stared at him in horror as he thrust the gag back into her mouth and buckled it tightly. I think twelve strokes of the cane across your bottom should suffice...for now. The skin has to be toned first before the cane can really do its work." The thin rattan swished through the air, creating a sharper sound than its precursors upon impact; a red weal sprung up immediately and Dana screamed. By the sixth stroke she was sobbing hysterically, by the twelfth, her sobs had subsided into a hopeless, broken, steady weeping. "That's twelve; and I think you are now prepared." He unstrapped her bonds, which had left red marks in her flesh, and effortlessly lifted her up in his arms. Smiling affectionately, he easily carried her up the stairs, where he laid her in his bed, which was already turned down. Turning her onto her front -- she started in fear -- he began to rub her burning bottom, glowing yet very appealing in its shape, texture and invitation, with a soothing lotion. Her muscles lost their tenseness; she collapsed into the mattress, her body becoming limp. As he massaged her buttocks, which bore rows of stripes on the soft pale flesh, the pain lessened and she relaxed her crying. Her limbs rested; she began to focus on the soothing caress of the lotion, which must have had a narcotic element; since the kiss of the lotion somehow created an extraordinary merge of pleasure, and pain from her whipping. Imperceptibly Dana began to move her buttocks in sync with the massaging fingers; Travis noted this and slightly increased his tempo and intimate touching of his slave. He moved to the divide between her cheeks, and applied some more of the marvelous balm; Dana felt a glowing sensation in her bottom; unconsciously she moved towards her master's hand as it circled the raised muscular ring of his anal opening. As his fingertip pressed gently at the entrance, her ass parted imperceptibly; as it did the pressure on it increased, as did the radius of her opening. Her breathing had relaxed; her eyes were closed and her cheek rested against the cool sheet. Her body was still; only her ass moved a little, as it entered the beginning stages of its dance for its Master. It was not long before the interaction intensified. Dana's breath was starting to come faster, and her Master had intensified his ministrations. His fingers massaged deep inside her, caressing the extraordinary smooth sensation provided by the delightful touch of her satin passage. Dana's ass had begun to open like a flower, she writhed slightly, relaxing enough to accommodate easily the three fingers thrust inside their entire length. She moved her ass to the stroke of the fingers, inviting them deeper; the pain of her whipping had faded to a not-unpleasant glow. Suddenly the master stepped back. Standing in front of Dana he presented his swollen cock to her melting mouth. Obediently she took him in; obediently she licked and sucked him with abandon, gladly swallowing the pre-come which appeared at his head. He grew even firmer; then withdrew from her mouth. Lifting her gently, he slipped a pillow beneath her groin, which left her buttocks lifted and vulnerable. She moaned and moved her hips sensuously, raising her buttocks invitingly in the air. He kneeled above her; the tip of his cock was pressed against the opening of her now-greased ass. She squealed and arched her back as he pushed into her ask, yet strove to admit him. A move forward, a slight retreat, forward again, and Dana lay beneath her Master, his cock thrust to the hilt in her ass, her mouth open in a silent cry of pain and pleasure, her tongue curled in her ecstasy. She met his thrusts with her own; with each motion he penetrated deeper in her ass, and she opened further to him, helpless to withstand this most personal impalement. His hand was beneath her in her groin, sending fingers of orgasm throughout her; her ass welcomed his deepest entry. A band of wonderful pressure encircled his genitals; a stunning tingling filled his balls and spread up the length of his shaft. Pushing ever deeper, he began to ejaculate deep within her bowels; she arched to the shower, and screamed out as she came in unison with the hot liquid that bathed her deepest insides, .She slumped into the mattress, he collapsed on top; as she drifted into a warm unconsciousness she felt his fingers undoing the collar. When Dana arose, he shook his head to collect his thoughts. Turning in bed, he looked at the red stripes that crossed his round behind.