3 comments/ 35403 views/ 3 favorites Poles By: SpencerAlanMacLeod Foreword This event takes place a couple of weeks after the events depicted in "Tiger by the Tail". This is a male domination tale and frankly, I wasn't surprised when she didn't appear to want to participate in it initially. After all, she was usually superficially resistant to the idea of any sex at all, to begin with. * Chapter One Gaming Having been successful using board games to get B.D.S.M. sex before (in "Rounds"), I thought I'd give it a try again. The memory of that night was strong in my mind but I could tell that she had dismissed it from hers. We were playing a board game with the kids on the living room floor. She was winning and we were all having a lot of fun. At one point she went out to the kitchen to get something to drink. I followed and we had a couple of moments alone. I was smiling and it was good to see her so confident and upbeat. She appeared even a bit cocky, so I took the bull by the horns, as it were. Smiling, I stepped in close to her and let my eyes hold her for just a moment. Then I said, "Seeing as how you think you're so great; why don't we play for private stakes? It would be just you and I. On the surface, we'd still have fun with the kids but if I win; you're mine to do with as I want." "And if I win?" She was very confident that I would lose and it showed. If I wanted the game to have meaning, her reward would have to be something she really wanted. I spread my hands apart and lifted my palms up as I asked her, "What do you want?" She thought about it for a moment and smiled and said, "You do all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry and most important...you don't bug me for sex...for a week!" No real surprise there. She never wanted to do any of those things anyway. The fact that I helped a great deal around the house meant nothing to her. She was never satisfied and if she won, she'd get to coast entirely free of chores for seven days. For her, sex was a chore, probably because she didn't like to lose control and she was very uncomfortable with intimacy. "Sure!" I said as I smiled, "All the chores and no sex for a week...if you win." We shook hands and went back out to the living room to continue playing. On the surface, everything was as before. She continued to win and I was a distant last until the final quarter of the game. I had resigned myself to chores and a close relationship with my right hand. Then fortune smiled upon me. It seemed I could do no wrong. The kids laughed and groaned as I swept past them. She looked on in shock as I quickly gained on her position. In the end, I won quite handily. The kids offered their congratulations and went off to play outside. She looked down at her defeated game piece, then up at me in shock and a little fear. She looked down again and said, "I can't believe I lost!" "Will you honor your word?" I queried calmly but firmly. If she intended to wiggle out of this, I wanted to know now. "Must you?" She asked resignedly. "Oh yes! I absolutely must!" I said with the utmost conviction. She looked down and said, "Well, then, it seems I have little choice in the matter." I wanted a clear understanding between us, so I asked her again, "Will you honor your word? Will you submit to me tonight after the kids have gone to bed?" She looked up, her green eyes meeting mine fearfully and asked, "You aren't going to do all those nasty things to me, are you?" "Oh yes, all those nasty things and more. " I replied evenly. She sighed and looked down, "Yes, I'll honor my word." She said with utter resignation. I was delighted and regarded this little display of reluctance on her part as so much nonsense. If she truly had felt in danger or uncomfortable; she'd have said no. She had in the past and she would in the future. But tonight, she was mine to do with as I pleased! Chapter Two Basement Bondage After we were sure the kids were safely asleep, we went downstairs. I took a moment to lock the basement from the downside so we wouldn't be disturbed by someone wanting a glass of water at an inopportune moment. The basement was well lit and I intended to take full advantage of that fact. "I want you to take off all your clothes." I said calmly, even though I felt anything but calm. I could feel my excitement rising as she silently doffed her things on the chair. In our semi furnished basement were two support columns about six feet apart. The carpeting we had installed allowed us to use the basement without the discomfort of a cold cement floor. It would serve us well tonight. "Stand between the two columns." I directed her. She looked confused so I patiently restated my directive, "Stand between the two poles." Obediently, she moved to where I had directed her and stood quietly with hands held modestly over her breasts and mons. I laughed to myself at this last. After all, I had been present during both the conception and birth of both our kids. She had sexually tormented me and been tormented by me, more than once. This display of 'modesty' was nothing but a control technique and I wasn't about to relinquish control; not tonight anyway. So I kept a straight face. On the ceiling about eight feet up between the two poles was a very strong hook I had installed some weeks earlier. Unless someone went looking for it, it was easy to miss and if it was spotted, I could claim it was there before we moved in or that I used it to secure things to the ceiling. I rather liked the last as this was true (sort of). I have never regarded my ex as a "thing" but the spirit was what counted; that and privacy. Taking the step ladder I kept at the bottom of the stairs, I placed it in the open position directly in front of her and directly below the hook. Earlier that evening I had discreetly loaded up a banker's box with the sexual toys and aids from our dresser. Taking it downstairs I had placed it on a shelving unit in a corner of the basement. Now I retrieved the box and placed it on the laundry sorting table against the wall behind me and between the two poles. "You planned this!" She said accusingly. "Yes I did." I replied right back in a calm voice. I made sure to make eye contact before I spoke and I spoke in a confident manner that I did not truly feel. In this case, it was the appearance that counted and I made sure I gave a confident one. It took but a moment to tie her as I wished. First I bound her wrists together. Then I tied one end of rope to her bound wrists and looped it over the hook in the ceiling. After that I tied the other end off at the bottom of one of the columns. I made sure to place a ball in her right hand. If she wanted out or to stop, all she had to do was drop the ball. In the end, her wrists were bound together and held high above her head. Her ankles were also bound together as she stood on tip toe. I finished off the look with a piece of duct tape over her mouth. Her eyes were luminescent and her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as she pulled helplessly on the restraints. I was in a similar condition. My arousal held me in its grip and I was glad of it. "Now the 'Game' could begin," I thought triumphantly! Chapter Three The Rules I took a moment to ogle her. Being a very repressed female, she rarely let me observe her naked so this was a rare opportunity for me. I sighed and smiled as I felt desire beginning to pool in my loins. She looked up into my eyes, then quickly away but I had seen her desire and such coy defenses were not going to save her from my advances tonight. I allowed myself a slight smile as I stepped closer and reaching out, I grasped her left nipple. I heard her groan through the tape as I toyed with her soft flesh. She refused to look up into my eyes. Instead, she tried to pull away. Such an action was, of course, quite futile. I laughed. "So you want to play the reluctant heroine, do you?" I asked her rhetorically. She continued to look away and act as though she was not the slightest bit interested. Judging from her shallow, excited breathing, the wild look I'd seen earlier in her eyes and her now swollen mons, I knew better. Abruptly, I turned away from her and stepped over to the box with the toys. I picked up the shiny leather belt and ran it through my hands. Turning back to her I said firmly, "I have a game we are going to play now...Look At Me...I have a game we are going to play now." Fearfully, she had raised her eyes to meet mine. When they fell upon the belt, she began to shake her head and pull even harder on the restraints that held her nude and available for her next torment. Bound as her ankles were and standing on tip toe, she was unable to move away from me more than a few inches. I enjoyed watching her try. "Oh Yes! We are going to play the game of 'Confession'. Do you know how to play?" I asked her rhetorically because I knew that she did not, having just made up this version on the spot. After all, I was in charge and it was my rules tonight. She had quit shaking her head but she could not tear he eyes away from the belt in my hands. "Here are the rules. First, I shall torment you until you confess. Second, if I think your confession is too phony; you will be punished. Third, if I think your confession is too quick; you will be punished. Fourth, if you take too long to confess; you will be punished. Fifth, if I believe you have confessed within the spirit of this game but I'm sexually aroused by your naked body struggling helplessly; you will be punished for my sexual pleasure. Sixth and final rule, this rule is my little secret but I promise to tell you about it before the end of the night." I stated these so-called rules in a calm even voice. Her eyes got big as she looked into my face and she tried to cry out to me through the gag; probably about the unfairness of this game. I could see her breathing fast and hard as she realized there was no escape! "I do realize that these rules are unfair but it is you who are nude, bound and available so it's you who are going to suffer for my pleasure tonight." I was full of lust as I stated this and we both knew that if I touched her between the legs, she'd be sopping. Chapter Four The Belt Walking behind her, I ignored her unintelligible sounds and futile thrashing about. That she didn't want to be whipped was obvious. So was the fact that she hadn't dropped the ball. Rearing back my right hand, I let fly with the belt. It landed with a wet sound on her upper back. She howled through the gag. "Oh relax!" I said with more than a little exasperation, "That didn't hurt...but the next one will." But I only applied a little more force on my next slash of the belt. The way it whistled through the air, the wet sound it made on impact and the way the red mark joined its first companion were alluring. More alluring still was her reaction. She gripped the rope that held her wrists above her head and I watched her tighten her body against the blows. She cried out as the belt landed but her protests were unintelligible through the tape gag. I enjoyed them far too much as I wound up and lashed her again upon her upper back. A third red mark joined the first two and my desire grew. I felt my erection begin to grow and I deliberately walked in front of her. When she looked in my general direction, it was obvious that she thought this part of our activities was over. I made it a point to make sure she was watching as I hitched my obviously hard cock around to a more comfortable position. She looked away quickly but I knew that she had seen. I walked back to my place behind her nude, bound helpless form and made ready to continue. She shook her head slightly and groaned an unintelligible protest through the gag. I drank it in like some heady wine. At that point, I began to whip her nude, bound helpless form in earnest. The belt danced out and caught her back, sides and even licked around to caress her front. With each wet smack of the belt, she cried out through the gag and pulled helplessly against the restraints that held her firmly available for my pleasure. "We have just begun my sweet." I thought deliciously to myself. At one point, I could see her mood change from that of a helpless and reluctantly lusty sub to an angry frustrated vixen. However, I was in no mood to submit to her now. She was mine tonight and I intended to take full advantage. Finally, I could see that the belt had aroused her as much as it was going to. Her cries through the gag blended well with the swish of the belt and the wet sound it made as it landed on her upper torso. I left her ass alone as I had a special treat in store for her and I needed her unbeaten butt for it to be most effective. While I could have continued for quite some time, I could see that she had reached her limit which meant that we had reached our limits, at least, when it came to using the belt. Again, I was pleased to notice she had not dropped the ball despite her protests. Chapter Five Toys I walked past her and back over to the laundry table and dropped the belt back into the box. Pausing to peer into the contents, I decided upon what next to use upon this woman who was my oh-so-responsive toy for the night. Behind me, I could hear her gasping and struggling against the now cruel restraints. The very idea of what we were doing and what I was about to put her through made my erection grow even harder through my pants. It was a sensation I took a moment to savor. Reaching into the banker's box I pulled out the two items I knew I'd need for her next torment. Laying one down on the table, I picked up the other and turned dramatically towards her. The electric vibrating wand, complete with cord was something that had always bothered her. She had always protested that it was too strong and that she wouldn't be able to stand it. Tonight we'd find out. Predictably, she started struggling and complaining unintelligibly through the gag as soon as she saw the wand in my hands. "Oh, did you think that we had stopped playing "Confession"?" I asked her innocently. The powerful sex toy belied my innocence and leant an air of menace to my mild demeanor. Her fearful eyes met mine and she tried to plead with me. I rather enjoyed watching her bound, nude body struggle uselessly. Then I stepped over to the wall and plugged the wand in. Stepping back to the table I picked up the other item and stepped toward her. Her face was a study in shock as she began to divine what I had in store. "Oh yes, the wand will be giving you pleasure but this item," I waved the other thing I had picked out of the box, "This I'll be using during the next phase of the game." I held the electric vibrator in my left hand and a riding crop in my right. She shook her head but I ignored it and her muffled protests. I actually enjoyed her futile struggles as I stepped over to stand between the pole and her left side. Facing her left side kept the wand in my left hand ever ready to be applied to her mons. The riding crop in my right hand was, of course, freely available for use on her tender posterior. She was standing with hands together held above her head, nude, on tip toe and with her feet bound tightly together. I was so close I could smell the shampoo she'd used that morning. It was all too alluring and I had to struggle not to take her down and use her right there. She was so wound up that she missed seeing my reaction to her. "Oh relax!" I said with more than a little exasperation, "I'm not going to hurt you and you know it. Have you forgotten that you can stop this by dropping the ball?" It was obvious that she had forgotten that very thing. She turned her face away from me and looked down in embarrassment. "Do you want to stop?" I asked calmly, although I did not feel calm. I didn't want to stop but I'd be damned if I was going to force her. Eager or nothing was my motto and I was determined to live by it. I needn't have worried. She shook her head no (she actually wanted to continue) and I knew what had happened. She'd entered that emotional place called subspace and needed a moment and a gentle hand to help her out. "All right then! Let's continue, shall we?" I said with as much conviction as I could muster. The momentary lapse in scene behavior was something necessary but now it could be discarded and she stepped right back into the role of reluctant heroine. Chapter Six Back and Forth I held the wand in front of her face. She appeared almost hypnotized by it. Unable to tear her eyes away from it, she actually flinched as I turned it on. She never saw me wind up my right hand, never had an inkling that I was going to start whipping her with the crop until the first lash landed. Then she shrieked and jerked hard against her restraints. He muscles pulled hard and her eyes got very big in reaction to that first blow. I drank all this in and lashed her a second time; all the while holding the buzzing wand in front of her face. I made a grand production of slowly lowering the wand towards her genitals while lashing her a third time. She hardly flinched as her eyes followed the wand on its path. Making delightfully fearful protests, her eyes got bigger as the wand got closer to her naked, swollen cunt. Unable to move away, she struggled helplessly in place. She shrieked again as the lash found her unprotected posterior. She shook her head but seemed unable to tear her eyes away from the device in my left hand as it neared her defenseless pussy. I ate up her struggles and lashed her yet a fifth time. She flinched and yelped but her main concern was the wand about to touch her there, in her most private place. Seeing where her biggest fear was, I fed right into it. The wand finally made contact with her swollen genitals. Her reaction was loud and very erotic. She pulled away from the wand and moved right back into my sixth stroke to her nude butt. She jerked and flinched. I found this all very entertaining, so I repeated it several times. At this point I changed the activity slightly. While holding the wand in place I lashed her several more times but she hardly acknowledged them. All her attention was focused on the electric wand's constant contact between her legs. Suddenly I pulled the wand back but I did not turn it off. Leaning closer still, I started interrogating her. "Will you confess now, Madame?" I asked rather imperiously. Turning her head until her eyes met mine, she mumbled her defiance. "Hey, fine with me! I can keep this up. All...Night...Long!" I said maliciously. I touched the wand against her privates. She jerked her butt slightly back only to encounter the crop as it landed hard. She shrieked as the wand touched her and then shrieked again as the crop landed. I lifted the crop away and moved the wand back. She took a breath and I repeated the torment. First the wand against her cunt, then the riding crop on her ass, as she pulled back. "Confess!" I demanded harshly. But she simply looked forward and mumbled something defiant behind her tape gag. So I took a moment to put the wand under my right arm and I ripped the tape off her mouth. "You'll have to speak clearly my dear." I said condescendingly. "Gee! Thanks, maybe I will!" She shot back rather tartly. I shrugged and grabbed the wand with my left hand and once again held it on her most sensitive and very swollen cunt. Then I landed several harsh blows to her helpless posterior. She cried out and struggling, begged me to stop and suddenly I did just that. She gasped with relief and I smiled at that. "Ah well, fun as this is, it's time for the next phase." I informed her calmly Poles Apart I guess I can't really deny that I was feeling down when Kate came over to see me that Friday afternoon – but that doesn't mean that what followed was in any way my fault. "Come on, Wendy, let's go grab a wine or three and see if that cheers you up." "I appreciate your concerns, Kate, but I don't think a couple of glasses of Chablis are going to make me feel any better." Kate is not the sort of woman to give up easily. "Nonsense. It's exactly what you need. Although looking at your face I reckon it will probably be more like two bottles." "And that is another good reason why I shouldn't go – you always get silly after few glasses." "And your point? Silly will cheer you up." My only mistake all evening was when I hesitated before trying to resist further, "Well, I'm still not-" "That settles it." Kate said, "Go get something nice on and slap on some slap." I did try another couple of protests but to be fair to my friend, I could already feel my resistance wavering. Within five minutes she was sitting on the edge of my bed while I showered, and she had selected her idea of 'something nice' from my wardrobe by the time I switched off the hot water and come through to find her. "You have got to be joking," I said, eyeing the short, pleated electric blue skirt that she'd laid next to the silky white blouson that was only slightly less transparent than my kitchen window. "No jokes. This skirt really suits those lovely legs of yours, and that top is perfect for someone with your shape." "Maybe when I was eighteen, but-" "But nothing. You're not thirty yet and let's face it, Wends, you can still turn heads in a monastery." "Kate! You know full damned well that you're the cutie out of us two!" I was protesting but trying hard not feel properly complimented – Kate is gorgeous, but I'm not so far behind her I suppose. One thing I certainly am not close to her in, is choice of clothing – or rather, lack thereof. "If, and that's still an 'if', I go out in those things, you're going to have to let me choose what goes underneath since it will only take one breath of breeze to put it all on show." "You're going to put something on underneath them?" Kate's grin was not entirely showing off the fact that she was joking. "Funny girl." "Well, okay, undies are your call, but at least make sure they're not too grannified." I finished towelling the ends of my deliberately ratty red hair, "Grannified?" "As in what your granny would wear. I gave a soft chuckle, "Just as long as you don't want me to put on the sort of stuff that my kid sister risks slutting about in." "Oh, you mean the one with the backbone in your family?" "Looking like she's selling herself doesn't need courage." "She doesn't sell anything, Wends, but at least she celebrates the fact that she's cute." Kate read the first signs of anger that were beginning to burn in me, and she wisely changed the topic, "But enough of the rest of them, tonight belongs to thee and me, and we'll just dress nice and have some quiet fun." I raised an eyebrow. "Really!" Kate protested. I started to rummage through my knickers drawer, "I believe you. Mainly because I'll make sure that's what we have. But given that you've just hurried over to see me still in your work clothes, what are you going to do for 'dressing nice'?" Kate grinned and flipped back the duvet to reveal one of my slinkier little black numbers. "I thought under the circumstances...?" We called a cab to get to the wine bar, Kate in my short black dress, and me in the skirt and blouse combo with matching (for once) white bra and panties that were not – despite Kate's begging – in any way see-through, even if the cuts were quite daring. It was while we were working our way slowly through our second glasses when Kate gave a snort of laughter. "What's up?" I smiled. "I think that we've been eyed up by every single guy in here. What are the odds of being somewhere like this and none of the guys being gay?" "Maybe they all are and we're looking like trannies?" Kate gave another snort, "Someone's feeling happier. But seriously, don't you find it nice to draw some attention occasionally?" I wrinkled my nose, "Not normally, but I guess once in a while is okay." "Like tonight? "I guess I might be in need of a little casual complimentary ogles." Kate nodded, "I thought you were being unusually relaxed for once." "Before you say it – or imply it, if you haven't already – I'm not uptight." "Which is why you normally run a mile anytime a guy makes it obvious when he's checking you out?" "I do not!" I paused in the face of Kate's raised eyebrow, "Well if I do, then it's because I'm just naturally reticent." "Reticent? That's just a very fancy word for chicken." "I am not a chicken!" With those five words, I was doomed. "Wends, you won't even go into some places because the thought of lots of male hormones flowing around scares you even when all that testosterone is not being directed towards you." "I have no idea what you mean!" Which was, at least, true. "Like when you wouldn't stop off in that River Catch Club, for instance." "It's a strip club!" "It's a pole dancing club, but the point is that you weren't going to be there to go up on one of the stages. It was just for a laugh at the sad business-type guys dribbling over the girls." I tried half a dozen times to come up with a decent reason for dodging the trip a couple of weeks before, but ended up with a rather lame, "Well I don't agree with those sort of places." "You've never even set foot in one, so don't give me that. How on earth do you know whether you like things or not if you don't try them?" Somewhere in the distance someone was probably yelling 'check-mate' as my natural reticence was overcome by a mixture of wine and indignance. "Well, Kate, if I'm so chicken, how come I'm just about to suggest we go there right after this wine?" Kate did the raised eyebrow thing again, "Seriously?" "Well, maybe I was being a bit hasty, but-" "No, no. Not hasty at all. Three weeks late, in fact. Or possibly close on thirty years late. I'll call the cab company again." Sounds silly, doesn't it? But it's true; I'd never been into one of those places before that night. To be totally honest I really wasn't sure what to expect, but my first impressions were considerably better than I had expected. For a start it was well decorated rather than seedy as I'd expected, and it was light and airy rather than dim and smoky (and yes, I know the smoking ban had been in force for years, but old imaginations are the slowest to change). More to the point, maybe, was the fact that there was no air of sad desperation among the twenty or so guys who were in there drinking. Most appeared to be wearing business suits, true, but they were chatting happily in small groups rather than my mental imaginings which centred on lone, sad, grubby older men who would be casting furtive glances around the place. Perhaps the most unusual thing – to my imagination, at least – was that, while Kate and I were given rather approving once-over looks from some of the guys, they didn't seem to find our presence odd or an invitation for ribald comments or worse. There was also, at that particular point in time, no girls currently dancing in less than full bikinis. Lots of flesh on show, to be sure, but nothing even I hadn't shown off at the beach before. They even seemed to be genuinely enjoying their dancing and acrobatics around the poles that rose from the centre of the two small stages which were currently occupied. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Kate, to find her grinning at me. "Not quite the nasty pit you imagined, right?" I gave a resigned smile, "I guess not." "Good. I'll get the wines in and we can settle back and watch when the main shows start." "Main shows?" "Quit with the worried tones already. I just mean when a couple of the girls get a little more naked. It's fun watching the reactions of some of the guys, is all." "All? You mean they-" Kate laughed, "Stop it! It's a pole dancing club and that much of your imaginings is right. It's all pretty innocent really." "Getting your kit off for a bunch of guys doesn't sound that innocent to me!" "There's no touching or anything. It's great to see how some of the guys react, though. Can even be a bit stimulating." I ignored Kate's chuckle, "Yeah right!" "Well you haven't experienced it yet so don't be so quick to pre-judge. Now here's your wine and let's find a good observatio0n post." As we settled, I pursued my point, "They really do take off their tops then?" "For the later shows, they take off everything. Hell, if it was just their tops I might even consider it myself. They make a fortune in tips and stuff." I almost choked on my wine, "You? No way!" "Way. What's the big deal really?" "You think showing off your... boobs is no big deal?" Kate shrugged, "No biggie for me, but I guess for a prudish little chicken it might seem a serious leap." "I am not-" "A chicken, yeah I know, you said." "I was," I huffed, "going to say that I'm not prudish." "Oh, Wendy! You haven't even crossed your legs all night because you think the skirt is too short!" Sometimes a casually observed truth can halt me in my tracks. "I... that is..." "Am I right or am I right?" "Well, yes, I guess." "Still trying to say you're not a prude, then, Wends? I mean, come on, even if there was a couple of seconds of flash of knickers it's hardly stripping for a gang bang!" "I just think showing off a lot of leg is a bit...well, a bit..." "Fun? Nice? A great way of seeing how cute guys think you are? Proving you're not a boring prude?" "You really think that about me?" Kate sat forward and lost the grin for a moment, "Seriously, Wends, I do adore you, but I worry that your... carefulness can maybe cheat you out of some of the fun and excitement that a gorgeous, smart girl like you deserves." "It's not that easy for me." I was a bit downcast, I admit. "If you never try anything, sure you'll stay all safe. But you won't find out about that fun and excitement I mentioned, and for the record, we all start out that way. There's no need to jump in and put yourself in danger, but you really should experiment a tiny bit. You owe it to yourself. Another wine?" "What? Oh, yeah, why not?" I sat deep in thought while Kate went to get more wine – although not deep enough in thought to see any link between her words and plans. I looked over to the nearer stage and the slender blonde who was somehow clinging to the pole using nothing more than her impressively well-muscled thighs. One of the younger businessmen in a group to one side of her stage was staring up at the dancer with a rapt look on his face, and he chose that very moment while I was looking his way to swallow hard, his tongue darting across his lower lip as he made himself more comfortable in his seat. Or was that move to make himself less uncomfortable... That's when it happened. It was totally without warning, totally alien to me, but I couldn't deny it. the young man's obviously mounting excitement sent a shiver through the depths of my belly, and I really couldn't deny it. So much so, that when Kate returned, set the fresh wine down before me and said "Well, Wends? Gonna cross those legs yet?" I gave a mock sigh and very deliberately pulled my right foot across my left knee. My skirt rode higher. of course, and I was aware from the very periphery of my vision that a couple of heads turned towards our table. That tiny, deep shiver that I'd felt looking at the young guy's reaction to the dancer made a reappearance, and my internal auditor grudgingly allowed that maybe Kate had been right on one level. The newly crowned Miss right gave a soft chuckle at the length of thigh I was showing and nodded her approval. "Not so terrible, is it?" "Just so long as you don't think I'm going to get any more daring." To her credit, Kate didn't so much as comment on how stupid that remark was. Half an hour – and another wine – later, I was starting to actually get rather comfortable sitting there with the occasional admiring glance directed my way. It still felt alien to me – almost as if I were someone else entirely – but the gentle thrill deep in my belly was an extremely welcome sensation that I was happily become used to. When Kate nudged my arm and pointed to the nearest dancer – the young blonde had been replaced by a young girl with an asymmetrical black bob – I didn't realise what she was referring to at first. The girl was moving around the pole in a series of swooping movements which highlighted the graceful curves of her belly and upper body. She paused and swung a leg around the pole, rising off the dance floor with just the strength of her lower limbs. Her hands moved to the back of her neck and I gave a little gasp as I realised that she was about to untie the top of her silver bikini. The sudden realisation that she really was going to bare her breasts in this room full of men sent another shiver through my belly, and I gave another little gasp as I became conscious that I was finding the whole concept rather exciting. One look at the even more rapt attention that was now being focused on the girl as her hands teased at the ties of her top, and that sensation of excitement cranked up another notch. I clutched at Kate's free hand, not even bothering to disguise my reaction as the dancer freed the last of the ties, only her hand over her bust keeping the bikini top in place. After a long drawn-out series of twists around the pole, the girl gave a soft smile and after a final pause spread her arms wide. The silver material dropped to the dance-floor and her breasts, proud and flawless, hard nipples a soft, light pink, were finally bared to the entire room. When a couple of the younger guys gave appreciative cries and even a small round of applause, I hate to admit it, but I joined in. I swung to my right a little, my legs uncrossing, and clapped my hands as I took in the reactions of the audience. And then noticed that one of the guys wasn't staring up at the stage but was, instead, looking across at me. More to the point he was giving my legs a very admiring stare, and I realised that I hadn't bothered to straighten my skirt when I'd spun away from Kate. The blue material was stretched across my thighs – very high across my thighs – and I was suddenly very aware that it was entirely possible that the guy could maybe even see the faintest flash of white further up my skirt. The shiver in my belly just intensified and I finally realised that Kate had been right all along. This was fun! I turned back and hugged her – not at all oblivious of the fact that my skirt rode up another inch or three. "Okay, I admit it. You were right all along." Kate returned the hug, "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." She nudged me, indicating a couple of businessmen at a table further down the room who were looking our way, "No need to even accept a drink from them, let alone anything else they might offer, but doesn't it feel great to be the centre of attention?" "You got that right, but as long as you promise to protect me, I'll carry on here as I am." It took a moment or two for Kate to work out that I was half-joking, but she finally worked it out and shook he head. "Don't worry. I'll check to make sure you remembered to pull your knickers up when you come back from the loo." I looked over at the topless dancer and the faces of her fans in the audience. "Better make sure I keep my blouse done up properly as well." Kate gave me a long look before nodding towards the restrooms, "Come on then. Let's have a quick chat where we can't be overheard." I shrugged and nodded. Kate was wine-silly from the second we stepped into the surprisingly neat ladies' washroom and her giggles would have been more appropriate for a teenager. As would her first suggestion. "I might have plucked up the courage to flash a bit of thigh, but I'm not taking my undies off!" "No one would be sure so it's not like a full-on flash." "Kate! If this skirt rides up and I haven't got any knicks on there won't be any room for doubt. I only shaved a few days ago." Kate giggled again, "Shaved? I'd never have thought it of you. And anyway, never mind our skirt, you should whip that bra off as well." "Oh very funny. This top is not exactly opaque, is it?" "It's not too bright out there." "And you, Kate, are not too bright in here if you think I'm risking that much." I have a friend who's both silly and sly – a dangerous combination. "Okay then, you should just compromise with me and take the much, much safer option." "Which is?" "Knicks only. It'd take a minor miracle to ever get seen." One of those shivers ran through me, coupling with the wine to confuse my natural reticence. "It'd take a miracle for me to risk anything." I managed, the doubt in my voice all to evident. Kate giggled yet again, then reached under her – my – dress, and pulled her panties straight down her legs before flipping them up and shoving them into her little handbag. "Fair's fair. I wouldn't want you to say I'd make you do anything I wouldn't. So come on, your turn. And before you protest anymore, just remember that no one knows you here and even if they did win the lottery and get a tiny little peek, they'd never see it again." "Well..." Shiver, shiver, shiver. "You'll never know how much of a buzz it can be if you never try, right?" "It's just not..." "Wends? Come and prove you have got some nerve after all." "What if you go around telling-" Kate snorted, "Wendy, this is me you're talking to. I wouldn't dream of telling anyone else ever. Besides, I just know you'll love this so much you might even give the game away yourself one day." My brain switched to autopilot (fuelled by shivers) as I slipped a hand under my skirt and drew the flimsy material down to my ankles. I copied Kate's earlier move and stashed the discarded knickers into my own bag. I looked into my friend's eyes and gave a little facial shrug. "Better get me back out there before I lose my nerve." With a squeal of delight, Kate spun me around and more or less frog-marched me back into the noise and testosterone of the club. It was warm in the clubroom but the unfamiliar air wafting around under my skirt felt almost icy cool, especially where it caressed an admittedly a tiny bit of dampness. All it did was heighten the equally unfamiliar sensations of daring-induced arousal. With a start I realised that I was thoroughly enjoying it all, and when Kate say back at our table just in front of me – in a way that deliberately made the hem of her dress flip upwards for a second – I just laughed. I'm not sure who was more surprised, and the same applied tenfold a few seconds later when I copied Kate's moves as I sat myself back beside her. Even though no one else had noticed, those few moments of such intimate exposure seemed to trigger ever deeper waves and shivers of arousal. So much so that when I saw the guy from earlier once more ogling the length of thigh I was showing off, I crossed my legs with no bidding from my horny friend. I know the guy couldn't actually see anything too intimate, but I also knew he was so very, very close to being able to. So much so, that when Kate leaned forward and whispered 'bet you wish you'd lost the bra as well now', I gave a soft giggle and shrugged. Kate's eyes widened in stunned delight. "You're no chicken after all, are you?" "I wouldn't go too far down the non-chicken road." "Far enough for another trip to the washrooms?" Poles Apart When I was a young lad I had a friend called Rob; we were the same age within a couple of months and we attended the same college. Back in those days life was good and in the summer holidays we would hang out together; we played football a lot; we swam when it was warm enough and like many lads of our age we watched a lot of television. Back then reality television was not an option and most of our excitement would come from watching "Superman" or "The Lone Ranger". It never failed to amaze us how gullible Tonto was and we wondered why it was always him who had to go into town and check out the bad guys. Most times he got caught and the Lone Ranger had to ride in to rescue him. In one episode Tonto got tied to a tree by the bad guys and suffered quite a lot of abuse before his rescue was effected by the masked crusader. The rope looked quite badly tied and I was surprised that he couldn't escape his bonds, thus negating the need to be rescued. Could it be he enjoyed being tied up? The next day was wet and Rob and I stayed indoors; my parents were working so the place was ours. After a few games of darts and some hands of cards we got bored and were casting about for another activity. We wandered into the back workshop / garage where my pop kept lots of tools and bits and bobs. In the middle of the floor there were two metal poles about four inches apart. They were sunk into the floor and appeared to be holding up the rooms above the garage. An idea crept into my mind and I suggested to Rob that we try a bit of escapology; we both agreed that we might make a better job than Tonto did at getting free. I dug some bits of rope and twine out of the drawers and Rob agreed to be the first to be tied up. He stood with his back to the poles and I proceeded to tie him up; this was new to me and I made a rubbish job of the knots. Once I had finished and gave Rob the nod to try to escape he disentangled himself with alarming speed. My turn followed and I was tied to the post; the strange thing was that while Rob was wrapping the rope round and round me I got quietly excited; my cock began to harden and my face flushed. I sincerely hoped that Rob was not aware of this; I wasn't sure why it was happening and I wasn't sure what I should do about it. The bonds were not tight and I was able to struggle free within a few minutes. The strange thing was that during those few minutes a part of me wanted to stay tied up. It was getting close to the time my parents returned from work so we ended our game and Rob sloped off home. Rob and I often talked about the girls we knew at college and we would exchange ideas on which ones we considered to be sexy; apart from this we didn't mention sex. This is not to say that I wasn't interested in sex -- I was. I would often make incursions into my sister's bedroom and loved to search through her drawers. Her underwear fascinated me and I would marvel at the beauty of it. I especially loved to delve into her laundry basket in the hope of finding soiled knickers. I loved nothing more than to hold a pair of dirty panties to my nose while I wanked. I had thought to involve Rob but was frightened to broach the subject. The next day dawned and once again it was damp and cold. Rob and I kicked a ball about for a while and then went to the local burger bar for lunch. Somehow in the afternoon we drifted back into the workshop at the back of my house. Rob seemed to be taking the lead today and suggested we try the escapology game again. Rob seemed quite keen that it should be me to be tied up first. I backed up to the posts and clasped my hands behind my back. My wrists were tied but the ropes seemed so much tighter this time. I felt the same excitement that I had experienced the day before. My ankles were tied, one to each post; a rope was passed round my waist and the tops of my arms were secured. "OK," said Rob, "Free yourself." I twisted; I turned; I strained; I pushed; I pulled; but I made no impression on the bindings. I tried again and this time the ropes were starting to come lose; I stopped struggling and lied to Rob. "I can't get free." Rob chuckled and seemed to take on a different persona. He stood in front of me and addressed me. "You know Pip; I got a funny feeling yesterday. I got the feeling that you might actually be enjoying this. I might be wrong; but I think you were getting excited. I swear there was something going on in your pants. You know what I think? I think you had a hard on. Have you got a hard on now Pip?" "I umm... I umm.... I err..." "No need to answer Pip; we'll take a look shall we?" Saying this Rob started to unbuckle my belt. I was speechless; my mouth was dry; my heart was pounding; my face was flushed and like Tonto, I was able to escape but chose not to. My cock was hard; I willed it to soften but to no avail. I was going to be exposed to my best mate. The shorts and pants were dropped to my knees and my cock which seemed to have a mind of it's own stood out proud. "My, my," intoned Rob, "What's got you so excited." He didn't need an answer, the reason was obvious. I was trussed up and it turned me on. Rob looked around and finding a 12 inch plastic rule sitting on one of the benches he picked it up and turned back to me. He sat on a box in front of me and used the rule to prod and poke my prick. My member stayed hard; he gently tapped the underside of my balls; I stayed hard; he took a side swipe at my cock with the flat of the rule and caught it a gentle blow; my cock got harder; I wanted more. Rob was amused; I was bemused; what was going on. The ruler hurt but I was enjoying it. Tap, tap, tap, sharp slaps to each side of my cock shaft. Now he moved to the side and aimed a gentle blow to the front of my cock. It stung a bit and it hurt a bit. I winced with the sharpness of the blow, but still my cock betrayed me by staying hard as iron. Now Rob turned his attention to the top of my cock. He tapped it gently several times and then he looked me in the eye. I knew what was coming; he looked down and Thwack! A sharp blow was delivered to the head of my cock. I strangled a moan of pleasure and arched my back. Rob looked me in the eye again and said, "Once more Pip but this time you know how much it will hurt." "No; please no," I begged with a false pleading voice. My pleas fell on deaf ears, Rob was well aware that I could get free. Thwack; thwack! My cock submitted, it softened it drooped. Rob returned to his seat in front of me. He reached out and took my penis in his hand; he massaged it back to life again and once it was hard he picked up an electric sander from the bench, he took off the sand paper and then held the sander against my cock. He flicked the switch and held it against me till I climaxed. I was red faced and sweating; Rob was chuckling and shaking his head. He went out of the room and was gone for fifteen minutes. I was really nervous in case someone came home and stumbled in on me. Rob finally returned; he had a pair of my sisters panties and he placed these over my head. Next he rummaged in his bag and produced a small camera. "Just a little pic," said Rob. Click, click, click. "This gives us something to remember." Rob now removed the panties from my head and undid the bonds that held me. I hiked my pants and shorts up and stood shame faced but it seemed Rob was back to being the old Rob. "Come on it's dried up outside, let's play football." He slipped the panties into his pocket and off we went to the park. I knew it wouldn't rest there and I knew there was beautiful torment ahead for me but I couldn't help being excited about the next developments with Rob and his alter ego. The End Poles Apart I didn't give my inner chicken time to so much as start to think. "Sure, if it'll shut you up." As a taster of the levels of bravery I could take things to, I unfolded my legs slowly before I got up, all too aware of the rapt gaze my legs were receiving – and very nearly even more of me. And I loved it. I had no idea where these new feelings were coming from but my main area of surprise was the intensity of the sensations. In the washroom I unclipped my bra through my blouse and didn't even have to loosen more than one button to wriggle free of the garment, my breasts luxuriating in the feel of just one layer of smooth silkiness laying over them. One rather transparent layer. Kate's surprise was far more obvious, but it didn't stop her hugging me tightly before she whipped off her own bra and compared levels of exposure. "Unbelievable," she giggled, "you're making me look like the chicken!" I looked down at the front of my blouse, the darker circles of my nipples obvious against the paleness of the rest of my breasts. If it were possible, my nipples hardened even further. "Are you sure this isn't too-" "It's perfect! You're perfect! Now let's go be dazzling and daring for once!" I followed Kate in a daze, and even the wash of fear that passed through me at the threshold to the main room didn't do more than slow me for one footstep. The feeling of the flimsy material against my breasts was mind-spinningly arousing, but when I saw my audience of one first take in my legs but then stare higher, almost choking on his drink when he realised just what he could see now, those arousal levels sky-rocketed. I was almost shocked when I failed to cover up or hide, but even more amazed when I felt a surge of heat spiralling into my groin, dampening me in a way that almost made me whimper. The next few minutes passed in a blur of heat and unfamiliar sensations. Kate and I exchanged hurried, overtly sexual comments, of which I now have zero detailed memory – other than when I joined with her in an audit of the sort of looks we were both receiving. Oh, and an admission to her from me that she had been so very right all along. Every time a male eye zeroed in on my exposed thigh or the diaphanous material barely covering my breasts, my arousal levels edged inexorably higher. Kate and I were guzzling free wine now – purchased for us by grateful guys – and at one glorious moment me had a quick count up and realised that there were more guys looking our way than were looking up at the half naked dancers. It was while we were giggling together over that very topic when Chantella (if you can believe it) sat down next to us. It took me a moment to realise that I had seen the asymmetrically bobbed hair she wore earlier – and a moment or two more to realise what I had seen her doing. "You're...?" I nodded towards the nearest pole. "That's me," she nodded, introducing herself by her unlikely name and with an even unlikelier job description. Kate sat forward. "You really manage this place? You can't be more than twenty-five." "Thirty-two and with an endless gratitude to mum's genes. But thanks. And talking of thanks, I wondered whether you two fancied earning a little extra?" Kate didn't let me say a word. "We're not here to earn! We may be made up and dressed down but we're-" "Hey! I never thought for a second you were." Chantella interrupted, "Not, I hasten to add, because you're not good-looking enough. You've both got that gloriously shy-but-sexy vibe going, though and that's what I'm getting at." Kate gave me a look that said 'don't you dare say a word', then focused on the dancer/manager, "So what's this extra money thing all about? Providing a pretty ear for some of your lonelier punters?" Chantella laughed, "Heavens no, I was talking about some serious extra money." "Well like I said, we're not-" "And like I said, I know. I was referring to the poles." "The poles...?" I raised a hand (old habit), "You mean... us... dance?" "Sure. You can learn all the lifts and leg-work later, but you'd have no trouble getting the punters salivating with a bit of everyday bump and grind up there." Kate snorted, "You are joking, right? And anyway, we haven't got time free to rehearse." I squeaked, "And even if we had you couldn't expect us to get up there and end up topless!" This got another laugh, "Honey, you'd not be showing much more than you are now. And trust me, you might get gawped at up there, but it feels a lot less personal than getting gawped at down here. As for the practice, it's like I said, we can do that later but you'd be good enough right from the off." "Costumes!" I put in, still searching for logical reasons why neither me of Kate could ever do such a thing. "We haven't got any-" Chatella held up a hand and stared at both of us for a few seconds. She pointed at Kate first, "Thirty-four, c cup, thirty-six hips," then at me, "Also thirty-four but a b cup, thirty five hips. Right? We've got plenty of kit in those sizes." Kate and I looked at each other. Kate took a deep breath. "She's right, and why not. What do you say, Wends?" My jaw dropped, "You're joking, right?" "Why? You said it yourself you're getting such a buzz, and no one knows us here, right?" "Anyone could walk in who knows us!" Chantella chuckled, "Look at Vampyra over at the West pole." We followed her pointing arm and Kate laughed, "There you go, Wends – bet you'd never recognise her if you saw her in the street." I stared at the young woman's ornate mask and shuddered deliciously as I realised that I had probably run out of excuses. "Um...." "That," Kate said triumphantly, "translates as 'let's do it'." Without any apparent sense of irony, Chantella directed us into two changing cubicles at the back of the club and in just two minutes Kate and I were standing staring at each other in matching blue bikinis, giggling like schoolgirls. Kate pointed at the doorway leading into the club, "If I go through there with you then you have to promise me on everything you hold dear that you want run off and leave me out there, okay?" "Totally. Same goes the other way around as well... Does this man we're actually going to do it?" Kate's eyes were wide and almost frantic behind the cat-mask she wore, "Why not? I'd never be able to pluck up the courage if I had notice of what was going to happen." I adjusted my fox snout with trembling fingers, "You got that right. But... courage to go how far?" Kate's giggle was showing signs of unravelling at the edges, "Well obviously we have to go grind our stuff but all the other girls..." I nodded, "I know what you mean... All of them got topless at least." "Reckon you could?" I shrugged, "Never thought I'd ever wear a blouse or a skirt like that with nothing under. And before, I never thought I'd ever come in a place like this." "And it's a one-off thing, right?" I patted Kate's arm, "You reckon we can keep it that may. In our heads, I mean." "I think I do. And it stays as our secret for all eternity, right, Wends?" "Right... Hug?" We were still hugging when Chantella came back into the room and said, "Ready?" There's no way I can accurately describe the vast array of emotions that washed through me when, shoulder to shoulder, Kate and I followed Chantella through the door and into the main clubroom. Nothing can begin to do justice to the sudden awareness of so many eyes on the expanse of flesh that I was already baring, or the equally sudden awareness of what thoughts were sheltered by those eager eyes. And, boy, when Chantella stepped away from us and we mounted the five steps up to little stages at adjacent poles, I can't even begin to tell you how suddenly exposed I started to feel. Nor how suddenly, drippingly, aroused. Music started to pulse from speakers all around the little stages, and I realised as I saw Kate begin to sway, that the same tunes were being pumped to both stages. The very first movement I made to that music was like the final lock being opened. That first sway of my hips, the knowledge that the audiences eyes were now locked onto my flesh, cast away every last shred of reluctance. I started to sway harder, seeking out the smooth hardness of the pole behind me. I began to lose myself in the beats, but never enough that I wasn't aware of how Kate was faring. And what she was thinking. I watched as her hands ran down her thighs, across her bell, across the skin above her bikini top, skimming over the mounds of her breasts and back down to the start. I locked onto her eyes as she gazed at me, the question writ large in the air between us. I could almost feel the air pressure lower as I raised my hands behind my back, equally aware of Kate's sudden heightened excitement and the intake of breaths all around us as our audience realised they were about to get oh-so lucky. I plucked at the ties and clasped the flimsy blue material tight to the swells of my breasts as they came free, aware that just a single relaxation of my hands would see me – crippingly shy Wendy – baring my breasts to a roomful of men. I swayed wide, gyrating to the rhythm, my hands teasing, squeezing my own breasts as this crowd of men watched me doing it. I looked across and Kate gave me a trembling smile under her mask before she leaned forward. It was going to happen and I copied her move, letting the material fall away as my breasts came into contact with my thigh. Half naked and feeling my arousal levels shuddering ever-higher, I rose again until the whole room could see my naked, bared breasts. As the applause and whoops of delight washed over me, I glanced at Kate and saw that she, too, was almost transfixed with excitement. At the same moment, we started to writhe and sway once more, my hands rubbing across the bare flesh of my breasts with abandon. I let myself sway low, towards my audience, almost within touching distance before straightening. I was intoxicated with the sensations, and when I saw Chantella below me nod towards my hips with a quizzical expression on her face, I almost passed out with the surge of pure sensuality I felt. For the first time ever my glance towards Kate was not in search of her approval – it was me leading the way as I glanced down at my waistband and indicated what I was going to do. Kate's look was one of shocked delight, and she blew me a kiss before starting to writhe harder for her own audience. I turned back to mine and made a great, teasingly slow show of tugging the ties at my hips open, a prolonged grind and sway routine following as I clutched the last remaining material tight to my belly. To my pussy. I was about to show this roomful of strangers the very heart of me, the one place that I had – foolishly – kept to myself and one or two very select partners over so many years. The very wet and hot centre of me. I spun towards the pole, pinning the bikini briefs between pole and pussy even as it fell away at the back, exposing my butt. As the cheers rose I simply spun back to face them, legs together at first before I took a swaying side-step, opening myself to the eager eyes. Cheers and applause rose as I began to sway once more to the music, totally naked and exposed now, my fingers brushing across my skin, touching, even, the very centre of me very briefly. I was aroused to a level that I had never reached before – almost like the other side of climax, but as a constant sensation – but that didn't stop me getting ever closer to a real-life orgasm. The whole idea scared me – that much loss of control and that much intimacy with such a wide and wild audience – while at the same time making me more and more excited. My fingers still brushed across my bare skin, but now the pressure was increased when they touched my very centre, my outer lips parting a little further each time. I just knew that the first time I penetrated myself properly I would start to climax and nothing on this planet would stop me. And perhaps Chantella realised that as well. The music wound down to silence and we were helped shakily down from the little stages by two of the other girls to a background of loud, sustained cheers. "Great show for a newbie," the girl helping me said, "And two quick tips: don't forget your kit when you come down, and mind out for groping hands on your way back to the changing room!" I thanked her, grabbed the discarded bikini, and covered my nakedness as best possible as we dashed out to the back room. Once safely through the doors, the girls left us and we stared at each other with total delighted shock registering on every feature. I pulled off the fox mask and three the bikini down, opening my arms. The cat mask and the other bikini ended up together in the corner of the room and Kate ended up entwined in my arms. We'd never really seen each other naked before, let alone hugged each other that way, but right then it felt just perfect – all part of a wonderful shared experience. Kate kissed my cheek, a companionable peck, and I returned the gesture before leaning back a little to exchange a look of shared experience. It was one of those moments when you can almost see inside someone else's essence, when you just know that they have felt exactly the same emotions that you have, and that this time you're sharing is something that belongs to just the two of you. Those moments were incredibly powerful. And maybe that is why I leaned forward a fraction. A faint quizzical look passed across Kate's features, but it was gone before it really registered, replaced instead by a look that spoke of the time we had just shared so fully and deeply. And of a time that we had maybe not shared which was all part of the same experience. Her face tilted little to the left and she mimicked the fractional lean forward that I had done a few moments before. There was a hush as we both paused for a few seconds, before the forward leans started again, and oh-so very slowly we closed the gap between our lips. The first contact was the gentle sensuality of deep affection – love, even – but as we acknowledged what was really happening, what we had both done out there on those little stages, tongues were forced against lips and our mouths opened as out passions started to run free. My hands started to roam over Kate's shoulders, then arms, as hers did the same to me. I leaned back a little and let my thumbs brush the outside of Kate's breasts and stifled a moan as she whimpered softly. She caressed the soft sides of my breasts with fingers and we gradually leaned further back. Sides of breasts became the soft undersides, and my own hands moved inwards to finally cup her fully. Our passions, already stoked on the fires of the pole stages and in the newfound freedom of my world, started to rise rapidly until when Kate asked whether I had become really aroused out in the club, I answered her my pushing her hand down to my mound. There was no hesitation now as we fingered each other's most intimate parts, and no surprise when Kate sank to her knees in front of me. I leaned back against a desk and opened myself to my friend. As the tip of her tongue pressed against my wetness and then slid inside the hot, soft folds of my flesh I started to buck against her. My spiralling arousal had reached bursting point and I lay further and further back, scattering papers and pens as Kate's mouth took me into a heavenly place where only pleasure existed. No matter that the climax was so marvellously intense, I still needed to share one more thing with my friend and so, shuddering still, I slid from the tabletop and pushed Kate gently backwards until her shoulders were pressed against the threadbare carpet. Her hips rose as my tongue zigzagged quickly down her belly, her legs scissoring open as my chin reached the small dark strip of hair that guided me into the centre of her. Just as quickly as I had climaxed when Kate's tongue reached into me, so did Kate when my own tongue pressed between her labia, my mind marvelling at the softness, heat and sweet, sweet taste of my friend's juices. Even as the last vestiges of my own climax had my belly spasming, Kate moaned ever-louder as her own orgasm shook her twitching, bucking form. We were both panting as the waves of ecstasy began to subside, still naked and tangled in each other's limbs. We mumbled words at each other but no meaning was needed in our utterances since actions really had been speaking louder than any words. It was a moment – or rather, an evening – that would never be repeated in such eye-widening revelatory sensations, and we hugged each other in mutual celebration of our mind-scrambling escapade. It was maybe five minutes, or maybe twenty minutes, later when Chantella slipped into the room and found us still cuddled up together. She laughed, but in no way unkindly, "It gets to some people that way, and I'm glad to see you both enjoyed the whole deal." I surprised myself by feeling not the slightest embarrassment, "It was certainly an experience." "A lovely one," Kate agreed. "So, either of you reckon you'll be back for more? The set you two did was about as hot as it gets for newbies, and the crowd were very impressed – you've made close on a ton each." "You mean we get paid for that show?" I was genuinely surprised. "Hell yeah, and worth every penny. So will you be back?" I grinned at Kate, "Maybe one day, but I don't think I'm ready to do it regularly just yet." "Me neither," Kate stretched. "You thirsty?" Any orgasm always left me dry-mouthed, but the intensity of the one I'd just experienced had mine feeling like a desert, "You got that right. But do you think we dare have one here?" Chantella laughed again, "I'll let you out the back and you can just wander round to the front and back inside. The crowd won't associate those hot dancers with two women out for a night's wine and chat – even if you'll still be just as hot in clothes." I felt a tiny twang of embarrassment "You know, Chantella, I'm not... well, not like-" "She means," Kate interrupted, "that she's not a les, or even bi." "Quite." "Although an hour ago Wends wouldn't have put 'flashing my tits and pussy at a bunch of strangers' down as one of her favourite activities." That Friday afternoon and evening was just a month ago. We're going back tonight. For the fourth time. Poles I ignored her protests and turned back to the table where I laid down my instruments of torment, momentarily. Chapter Seven Pole Position Walking back over to the shelving unit in the corner of the basement I picked up two small rectangular pieces of eight by eight (wood). Each was about a foot long. I carried them back and placed them on the inside of each pole with the longest side on the floor. She looked confused and never having seen what I had planned, I didn't blame her. None the less, I kept my face as inscrutable as possible. "Now you have to choose, easy or hard." I kept my phrasing as succinct and oblique as possible. Then I explained, "I'm going to untie your legs and you are going to spread them as far apart as possible and stand on these rectangles. Then I'm going to tie each of them to the poles. You can do this voluntarily or I can force the issue but either way, you are going to be tied with your legs apart." She started to make some futile rational or protest but I cut her off, "Easy or Hard?" "She looked stricken and with downcast eyes she said, "Easy." I remained silent as I untied first her ankles and then I loosened the rope holding her up on tip toe. Shake your arms and shoulders out a bit." I said gently. She did as I directed her. Then holding onto me for balance, she stepped onto the rectangles on the inside of each pole. I drew the rope on her wrists taught and I kept pulling until she was once again on tip toe. Only this time her legs were obscenely spread about six feet apart. Stepping quickly back to the box I got out two more short lengths of rope and tied her ankles to the poles. I stepped back to take in the total picture. The effect as electric; there she stood, nude, bound with hands high above her head. Her legs were wide apart and her feet precariously balanced upon two rectangles of wood. Her eyes were glassy with desire a she met my gaze and her breath was long and slow. "Fuck me." She pleaded with hot desire. I confess I was very tempted to do just that. Instead, I shook myself as if coming out of a daze. Turning back to the table, I picked up the wand and the crop and turned back to face her. Stepping in near to her face, I once again held the wand before her eyes. "Confess!" I said, in my best interrogators voice. "Never!" She cried out defiantly, her eyes lancing into mine with hot outrage at having been turned down. Well, it had to be my way, not hers and since I was the one in control, I had to exercise control if I wanted to stay in control. "Fine...We'll go with the next phase." I said evenly. It was my eyes that showed her, I was the one in control here and not her. I trailed the end of the crop around her right breast, down her stomach and across the front of her taut right thigh. She struggled against this invasion of her body and we both knew where the next series of blows were going to land. "No, no, you wouldn't!" She pleaded, her eyes beseeching mine. But I pulled the crop in my right hand over to my left shoulder and then, gently tapped her on her bare pussy. She grunted and tried in vain to pull away while telling me what a bastard I was. I tapped her again between the legs and she cried out but it was more in outrage than in fear or pain. Several more times I tapped her gently on her bare cunt. The effect was very rewarding and she put on quite a show for me. Once again I was tempted to break out of my role and just fuck her but I knew I might not get this opportunity again for a while. So I kept to the script I had envisioned ahead of time. Chapter Eight Final Fantasy I stepped back from her then and put the crop back on the table. Stepping toward her, I held the wand menacingly before her eyes. "If you thought it was intense before, wait until you feel it now!" I said quietly, my eyes hot with desire. She shook her head and begged me, "No, Please! Don't touch me!" I smiled and flicked the wand to life before placing it directly below her open vagina. She looked down at it with big eyes and an open mouth as I slowly lifted the humming wand up. I stroked her very sensitive vagina with it from back to front and was rewarded with her shriek of fear and desire. So I repeated the stroke again. She shrieked and pulled against the ropes but they held her firm. "Feel that, do you?" I asked her mockingly. I smiled as she gave me a fulminating glare. As I stroked her yet again, that glare turned to fear and desire instantly. "Confess!" I commanded her. She looked away defiantly and secretly, I was pleased. I stroked her now dripping vagina with the wand yet again. Her struggles and noises were most rewarding. "Confess!" I said yet again. She shook her head, no doubt not trusting her voice not to break at this point. The wand made its trip from the back of her pussy to the front and she cried out and contorted against its constant hum. Her face was twisted into a mask as she struggled to maintain her emotional distance. "Not tonight!" I thought to myself, "Tonight you'll do the buck and struggle whether you like it or not." "All right, I've had enough of this nonsense!" I said with phony impatience. Personally, I could have kept it up for a lot longer but I could tell she was nearing the end of her abilities to handle what I was dishing out. I put the wand directly against her hot cunt and held it there! "Confess!" I snarled. "Oh please stop!" She begged, her eyes searching my implacable gaze for mercy and finding none. "Confess!" I reiterated. "No, no! Please, you mustn't!" She cried out helplessly "Oh but I must. Now Confess!" I said my face scant inches from her pleading struggling eyes. "Oh No! I'm coming!" She cried out, "You're making me come!" "Yes, I am!" I said menacingly, "And I'm not going to stop tormenting you with this. Now Confess!" "Oh Please, I'm coming! I'm coming!" She cried out with great passion. My cock was iron hard as I held the ward against her nude thrashing body throughout her savage climax. I damned near came myself. As she convulsed a final time, I moved the wand away from her most sensitive place. "Will you confess?" I queried her before she had taken any time to get her bearings, "Or will I have to continue with this torment?" I touched her with the still humming wand and she shrieked. I laughed a little in excitement and touched her there again. She may have come but I was still in the grip of erotic arousal. "All right already!" She cried out dejectedly. "I confess, please stop tormenting me!" I stepped back, turned off the wand and let her get her bearings for a couple of moments. When next she met my gaze I gave her some food for thought. "Remember when I spoke of the sixth rule?" I asked her gently, a half smile upon my lips. She began to shake her head "no" in advance of what she knew was coming. "Oh Yes! Now that you have confessed, the sixth rule can be told and acted upon. The sixth rule is that if you confess, then you must be punished!" I said this mildly but a cruel smile played upon my face. She looked at me in fear and horror but also with more than a little desire. It was so nice to have a mate who was multi orgasmic.